by Lili Zander
I picked my avatar. In my fantasy, I had flowing red hair like Tamora. I had wings that spanned twelve feet wide, and I was six feet tall. My breasts were large, my ass tight. I was every Earth teenager’s wet dream come true.
Bob grinned when he saw the form I’d taken. “Will it work?” I asked him. “Will I be able to fly?”
He nodded. “You have the tourist package,” he said. “So, you won’t ever be in real danger. Remember that. You can be harmed in the simulator, but it doesn’t transfer.”
“It’s not like the Matrix then?” I asked him, and he furrowed his brow at me. “It’s a movie,” I told him. “Let’s watch it when we get back to the ship?”
He smiled at me. “It’s a date, Suzie,” he said, and for an instant, my heart felt a pang. I travelled the universe seeking sexual experiences with Bob, but I hadn’t been on a date since Larry the Lizard. My thoughts were open to Bob, and he shook his head slightly. “Stay in the moment,” he said.
I laughed, my bleak mood pushed aside. That admonishment was so typical of Bob.
Bob refused to tell me what form he was going to take. “It’s a surprise,” he said. “Besides, you might not run into me in the game.”
“Really?” I pouted. I’d had adventures on my own, but I did prefer adventuring with Bob.
He winked at me. “Or, maybe you will,” he replied. He pulled the console in front of me towards him and started typing.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Setting up an adventure for you, little human,” he replied, with a smirk on his face. I knew that look. His smile indicated that my limits were about to get pushed.
“What?” I started asking him automatically, then I shrugged. He wouldn’t tell me anything anyway. We both spoke the next words in tandem. “Go forth and have an adventure, little human,” we said and we both laughed.
I found myself in a clearing in the middle of a large wooded area. There was a stream running to one side. The air was hot and humid. I didn’t remember who I was or why I was here. All I remembered was a pair of amused eyes, and a voice. ‘Go forth and have an adventure,’ I was told.
I unfurled my wings, and I started flapping them. Instinctively, I knew what to do. My wings moved, the grass rippled, and I jumped. I was flying.
For many minutes, I soared through the sky. I climbed, and I dived, and I tumbled among the clouds. This is great, I thought. I should do this all the time.
I don’t do this all the time. A tiny bit of my mind recognized that this was a special treat.
The trees in the distance were tall, with creepers growing up the trunks. I could see berries hanging from them, and I wondered if they were safe to eat.
Yes, they are, little human, said the voice in my head. I heard the amusement in that voice, a familiar sound. Who was he? But though I should have felt worried that I heard a voice in my head, I remained calm. This was someone I trusted.
I landed in a small space in the trees, folding my wings to be able to walk through the forest. My fingers reached for the berries, and I popped one in my mouth. A sweetness filled me, mixed in with an odd languor. Pleasure thrummed in my veins.
“Those are my berries,” a voice spoke next to me, and I jumped, startled, instinctively poised to flee. The voice sounded displeased. I swiveled to face the man who had just spoken. I couldn’t unfurl my wings; there wasn’t enough room. The trees were too close together. I was, for the moment, trapped.
The man who faced me was tall and broad-shouldered. His hair was coiled in tight red curls that I wanted to run my fingers through. His chest was bare, and he wore linen pants that did nothing to conceal his thick erection. His expression was hard, though I could sense heat in him. He wanted me.
There were two more men behind him, and they wore the same expression of lust. I gulped. It appeared that I had arrived at my adventure.
“I’ve never had a winged Narval before,” the man spoke. There was pleasure in his voice. “Will you play, Winged-One?”
Play what? I asked silently, and the voice in my head spoke. Say yes.
“Yes,” I said. I knew that I must obey that voice.
I was clothed like the men in front of me. My chest was bare, and I wore the same loose linen pants they did. The two men behind the chief moved towards me, and each one of them reached for a knot at the side of my pants. They tugged, and the knot unraveled, and my pants fell down.
I stepped out of them, graceful and proud. There was fine red hair covering my mound, and the chieftain growled in his throat. “It is true then,” he said to his men. “They are cloaked in the colors of the sun.”
The voice in my head chuckled at that.
The two helpers moved again, both shedding their clothing with a minimum of fuss. Their cocks were large and proud, erect at the sight of my nudity.
Only one cock? I wondered. That seemed wrong.
The voice in my head laughed out aloud. Ah, little human, he said. I’m flattered. Now, stay in the moment.
My mouth curved into a smile. I wasn’t sure why, but this phrase was incredibly familiar to me.
One of the helpers lay down, his cock jutting straight up. “Get on it, Narval,” the chief ordered, and I complied silently, lowering my pussy onto the waiting dick.
Ah, it felt so good. I closed my eyes as my nerve endings exploded with pleasure, and the chief smiled at my expression.
The man under me moved his dick, and I whimpered and threw my head back. Each inch of my pussy was raked as he moved, and I arched my back and begged for more.
Yet, strangely, this felt like a prelude. Something was missing. And as I felt the other man part the cheeks of my ass and push himself into my tight asshole, I realized that was what I was craving. Both holes needed to be filled.
Again, I felt the amusement that emanated from the voice in my head.
Both dicks started moving in me, and I felt myself respond. I panted and squirmed, but there were hands on my hips holding me up. I faced the chief, who now had fire in his eyes.
“How many berries of mine did you eat?” he asked me. There was a whip in his hands.
I bit my lower lip and pondered my answer. I could lie, but if I was caught, I’d get punished. I could tell the truth, but I’d eaten enough berries to provoke harsh punishment. I settled on the truth.
“Eleven,” I said. I wasn’t sure how I know, but I knew.
“Were they tasty?” the chief asked, his mouth twitching with laughter.
“Yes,” I mumbled.
“Yes, Master,” he corrected me.
For an instant, fire surged through me. This man was not my master. But I played along. I was having an adventure, after all.
“Yes, Master,” I said obediently.
The man who had his dick in my ass pulled my hands behind my back, holding me so that I couldn’t flail. The man whose dick was in my pussy tightened his grip on my hips.
“You will count the strokes aloud,” the chief informed me.
“Yes, Master,” I intoned, and the whip descended on my naked chest, causing a line of hot fire to appear across my breasts.
“One, Master,” I gasped, as pain exploded in me. That was a hard stroke. I panted and whimpered. There were ten strokes left. I couldn’t do this.
Of course you can, little human, the voice in my head encouraged.
“The Narval likes the whip,” the man underneath me gritted out to the chief. “Her pussy clenched when you hit her, and her juice runs down her legs.”
“Is he right, Winged-One?” The chief laughed at me, and I nodded, shamed.
“I do, Master. I crave your whip.” The answer came from deep within me. I desperately desired the pain.
In response, the chief smiled, and the whip whistled through the air again. It landed precisely below the first stripe. “Two,” I whimpered. Another whistle, another cry wrenched from me. Another red line of fire on my body. “Three,” I hissed. I closed my eyes. “Thank you, Master.”
The whip flew through the air. I counted the strokes. The chief changed the angle of the strokes halfway through, and I looked down on my body. There was a pattern that he was drawing on my skin, stroke by painful stroke. A lattice.
I was entranced. I cried. I whimpered. I ground my pussy and ass against the cocks that were buried in me, and I laughed as I heard the men underneath me growl in desire.
The chief moved towards me. He had a berry in his hand, and his eyes gleamed. “Sweet one,” he said. There was a caress in his voice. His fingers traced the marks of the whip, and he held the berry to my lips. “A gift.”
I ate the offered berry, licking the juices from his fingers. Lust flared in his eyes, and he signaled his men.
The sweetness from the berry filled my body as the men underneath picked up speed at the chief’s signal. They fucked me hard now, and I just rocked between them. For a while, they alternated their thrusts. One slammed in my pussy. A pause, then he pulled out as the other man pounded my ass. Then the man underneath me smiled. “Ready?” he asked me. I nodded. I didn’t know what he meant by his words, but I was ready for anything.
I felt the chief watch as I was pounded by their dicks. My pussy and ass ached with the sweetest of aches. Sweat glistened on my skin, inflaming the welts on my breasts. I didn’t care. I wanted everything. I wanted…
The chief handed me another berry. “Rub it into your clitoris,” he instructed me.
“Thank you, Master,” I panted. Each surge of the cocks buried in my body set me keening. I was now a creature burning with desire. My fingers moved to my clitoris, and I crushed the berry on that pulsing nub of need.
I felt swollen and ripe, filled entirely with pleasure. My fingers moved faster. I was going to burst. So close.
The whip descended one last time, and the men underneath me exploded in concert, and I climaxed with them. Sparks danced behind my closed eyes as I balanced on that thin wedge, grinding that berry deeper into my skin, prolonging every twitch of lust.
When I was once again aware, the men had pulled off me. Their juices dripped from my pussy and ass. The chief looked at me appraisingly.
“She is worthy of the dragon,” he said to his men. “She will make a fine offering.” My hands were swiftly tied together, a collar fastened at my neck, a leash clipped to it. I couldn’t fly away.
“Come with us, sweet one,” he commanded.
“Yes, Master,” I said. I was captured, but I was not nervous. I knew that I was safe. How and why I knew this, I had no idea. But I couldn’t be hurt in this game.
32
My Master took me to a quiet chamber first. I expected him to fuck me hard and to hurt me, but he didn’t. He touched my body with gentleness. He laid me on a soft bed, in a room that smelled of jasmine and sandalwood and incense, and he parted my legs, touching my folds with the lightest of touches. His fingers danced on my mound, and each time he rubbed my fleshy lips, I arched my hips towards him with a soft moan.
He didn’t speak. He just caressed me. I bit my lip, wishing he would push his fingers into my pussy, but he didn’t, and for some strange reason, I didn’t ask. I lay back and accepted the pleasure he was giving me.
I spread my legs wider. I could feel the wetness seep onto the sheets below and I was surprised. I liked my sex hard, didn’t I? I didn’t think I’d respond to these light strokes.
The voice in my head spoke. Sometimes, little human, he said, there’s room for softness as well. I got the sense that he had spoken these words to me before.
The pace picked up, ever so slowly. My Master’s fingers lingered at my folds, slowly parting my lips to expose my glistening need. One finger just grazed the opening, and my breath caught in a hitch. My hips inclined towards him, chasing that finger, begging for more.
The voice in my head chuckled.
When I was a complete, dripping mess, soaked with need, my Master climbed to his feet. “You are ready for the dragon, Winged-One,” he said. “Let us go.”
I was brought to a massive cavern, so large that I could not see the walls on either side. I was naked, but I wore a golden collar around my neck. “Kneel,” my Master told me, and I obeyed.
He faced the emptiness ahead. “Oh Dragon, Oh High One,” he prayed out aloud. “My people offer you a gift. A winged Narval. She drips with wetness and she aches to please.”
There were candles lighting the cavern, and they all flickered in a sudden wind. A deep voice spoke, and I could hear a thread of amusement in it. “Your offering is satisfactory,” it growled. “Leave us.”
I should have been afraid. I should have been running from the room, screaming in panic. But strangely, there was no fear in me. And as the dragon glided into view, its talons scraping the floor of the cavern, I understood why.
“That’s one heck of a virtual reality character,” I told the giant dragon in front of me. He wore a saddle, but a saddle only Bob could imagine, with two dicks pointing up from my seat.
“Climb on, Suzie,” the dragon grinned at me, with a familiar exasperation running through its voice. “This is going to be fun.”
I spread my wings and flew onto the saddle, lowering myself onto the twin dildos with a groan. “Ah, fuck, this is good,” I said to him, and he clicked his tongue at me.
“Is this the way to speak to the Dragon Overlord?” he asked me, his tone disapproving.
I burst out laughing. “I didn’t realize you had a megalomania thing going on,” I responded, and he laughed as well. His talons scraped the cavern as he padded to the back, where there was a large, open-air terrace.
“Hold on,” he advised me, as he unfurled his wings and prepared to fly. I unfurled my own wings as precaution.
We flew. We made love in the air.
In days after, I’d look back on the memory of that flight as the most spectacular of the many amazing things I’d done with Bob. The wind whistling through my hair, the sudden, pulsing vibrations of the dildos thrumming in my pussy and ass, the feeling of almost-fear as he spun around in the air – there were no words I could use to describe it, but I knew that I would never forget the way that I felt.
At the end, when we were back on the space ship, I looked at him. “I can understand why they love their virtual reality world,” I said. “That’s going to be hard to top.”
He smiled at me. “Come to bed, Suzie,” he said, his observant eyes seeing how tired and drained I was.
I was wearing my bracelet again when he led the way to his bed, and we curled into each other’s bodies. The next thought was mine alone. Liet was spectacular. But when it came down to it, as I felt Bob’s chest rise and fall next to me, his arms pulling me tight against him, I was happiest in this moment.
33
As these things often are, it was a silly, trite thing that brought about the ending.
One morning, I woke up and made my usual way to the galley. I attached the usual electrodes to my forehead and wished for my typical breakfast. Eggs, toast, and a bowl of fruit – mangoes, raspberries, strawberries and cherries.
Breakfast in hand, I sat at the table, and started eating the eggs and the toast, smiling a greeting at Bob, who had just walked in. He ordered up his usual green sludge as well and took a seat opposite me.
“Where next?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Some place with a beach, perhaps?”
I was going to answer him, but I’d speared a piece of mango with my fork, and something seemed off with the way it tasted. I put another piece in my mouth, and chewed, and yes, it definitely didn’t taste like mango. Or did it?
“Is your machine malfunctioning?” I asked him, holding out a piece of mango for him to taste. “This doesn’t taste good.”
He ate the fruit, and raised an eyebrow, getting up to go to the machine. He fiddled with it for a few minutes, and then he cleared his throat. “It’s exactly what you wished for,” he said. There was something in his tone as he said it. A foreboding of some kind.
“What does that mean?” I asked him, and in answer, he punched a few more buttons, and returned back to the table with a fresh bowlful of chopped mango.
“Try this,” he said. He didn’t meet my eyes.
“Bob, what’s going on?” I asked. His tone, the way he avoided my gaze – something was going on.
“Try your mangos,” he replied. I took a bite from the bowl he’d just put in front of me and closed my eyes in pleasure as I chewed.
“This tastes right,” I said.
He finally looked into my eyes. “These mangoes,” he said, indicating the bowl he had ordered, “these are created from your memory that day, a year and a half ago, when you first ordered breakfast on this ship.” He cleared his throat. “The ones you ordered were created from your memory today.”
“I’m forgetting what a mango tastes like,” I said flatly.
He just nodded.
I’d had sex with aliens. Two dicks, tentacles, tails, horns. Everything you could think of, and probably much you couldn’t. I thought I was immune from shock, but it turned out I wasn’t. Because I didn’t think I could forget something so near and dear to me. I thought I was just creating new memories on this ship – I didn’t think that I would lose existing ones.
“I have to return home,” I whispered.
He nodded. He didn’t seem shocked or surprised, just slightly sad. “I’ll set course for Earth,” he said.
Goodbyes are hard. I hugged Bob as the spaceship touched down in the outskirts of Albuquerque, clinging to him. I didn’t want to let go, but I knew I had to. I couldn’t lose myself.
