“A gilded cell?” You finally ask.
“A gilded cell is better than a real one.” Vekka smiles thinly, stepping towards you and gazing deeply into your eyes.
Accept
Refuse
“What are you doing?” Vekka gasps as you swing your body around and sit astride her before grasping her hips and dropping your face between her thighs. The aroma of her arousal fills your nostrils and you eagerly plunge your tongue inside her.
“Uhhh, she moans thickly as you drag your tongue along the length of her slit, “Yesss.” Her tangy taste is sweet and the aroma intoxicating. You eagerly lap at her pussy while she moans with delight. In the excitement of tasting her, you have forgotten about your own needs, the ache of your throbbing cock almost fading into the background. You suddenly feel the wet warmth of Vekka’s tongue swirl around your tight ball sack and it is your turn to groan with pleasure.
“Yes, damn that feels good.” You gasp, pulling your face from her pussy before you feel her hand reach down and firmly push your head back between her thighs. You chuckle and resume your attentions, alternating between teasing her clitoris and lapping at her juicy opening. Vekka’s tongue continues to swipe across your sensitive balls while you feel her fingers curl around your shaft, slowly pumping you. The sensation is incredible and you can feel your balls beginning to tighten as your climax rises within your loins.
“I’m close!” She abruptly gasps, pulling her tongue from your balls. “Don’t you dare stop or I’ll have you executed.” You can feel her frantic gasping breaths against your saliva soaked balls as you continue to lash your tongue along her fragrant slit. You feel her tense up, her hand freezing on your cock, her grip tightening before she lets out a cry of ecstasy. She shudders beneath you, her clit twitching against your tongue as her cries echo off the high ceiling. When she finally relaxes, you pull your face from her folds and climb off her, sitting up and gazing down at her satisfied and blissful expression.
“Not bad for a barbaric Earthman.” She breathes, her eyes heavy lidded.
“We’re just getting started.” You grin. “What would you like me to do to you next?” Vekka sits up and chews her lip pensively for a moment before she meets your enquiring gaze.
“I’ve heard rumours of Earthmen using their female’s waste orifice for pleasure.” She breathes. “While the practice is peculiar to us, I must admit, I find the notion oddly intriguing.”
Satisfy her curiosity
Slip inside her pussy instead
“On Earth, we have a saying about curiosity,” You grin, “And it didn’t work out too well for the feline.”
“No matter.” Vekka shrugs, pushing you onto your back and climbing astride you. Her fingers wrap around your shaft and guide it towards her opening. “I’ll give you a taste of how Aurigans mate instead.” You gasp as she thrusts herself down, impaling herself on you. She chuckles and begins to ride you. As you reach up to massage her pendulous breasts, she moans with delight and rides you harder.
“Yes, yes.” She growls, becoming increasingly vigorous. She bends forward and kisses you forcefully, thrusting her tongue between your lips. When she breaks the kiss, she nips at your lower lip and you feel her sharp canine teeth against the soft inner flesh. You yelp with pain, the coppery taste of blood in your mouth as she pulls away. She grins maniacally down at you as her hands claw at your chest, her sharp nails scraping across your flesh and making you wince.
“Enough!” You growl, grasping her wrists and rolling her onto her back, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes blaze with an almost feral lust and she bares her canine teeth. As you lean down to kiss her, she snaps at you like a wild animal. As you recoil away, she grins broadly.
“Take me.” Vekka demands. “Fuck me and make me yours.” You grit your teeth and glare at her as you slam into her. “Yes, yes, just like that!” She moans breathlessly. Fuelled by an unholy mix of lust and anger, you pound into her, your climax rising rapidly in your loins. Her legs wrap around your thighs, pulling you in even more deeply. You kiss her, this time matching her aggression as your tongue spears between her lips. As you pull away, your come boiling in your balls, she grins broadly up at you, reading the expression on your face.
“Do it.” She hisses. “Come inside me. Fill me with your seed.” You slam into her one final time before grunting loudly as you feel your balls tighten, unleashing their load inside her. She squeals with delight and moments later, she joins you, arching her back, her mouth dropping open as she reaches her orgasm. Her cries join your deep grunts of release as your bodies jerk and shudder in the throes of ecstasy before you finally pump the last of your seed inside her and relax.
“That was… pretty intense.” You pant, rolling off and lying alongside her.
“It was.” Vekka breathes, rolling over and propping herself up on her elbow, studying you for a moment. “You know, you’re surprisingly adept a mate for a lesser species.” She finally remarks before sitting up and reaching for her gown.
“Thanks… I think.” You grin, feeling obliged to pull your own clothes back on. As you both dress, you feel her eyes lingering on you.
“I’d like you to stay with me here at the palace,” She finally murmurs, “As my imperial consort.” You blink in surprise at the unexpected proposal, your mind reeling. As in a husband, a lover, a sex slave? She is a beautiful woman and despite her cruel and ruthless reputation, you certainly find the Empress alluring, though perhaps her pheromones are clouding your judgement. In any case, it sounds as though you are to live out the rest of your days on Auriga Prime, so perhaps this is an opportunity to do so with a modicum of comfort.
“A gilded cell?” You finally ask.
“A gilded cell is better than a real one.” Vekka smiles thinly, stepping towards you and gazing deeply into your eyes.
Accept
Refuse
“Well, I guess in the spirit of intergalactic cooperation, I should demonstrate that particular pleasure.” You grin.
“I’d like that.” Vekka breathes, running her fingers down your chest, her sharp claw-like nails scratching across your skin.
“Get on all fours.” You tell her firmly. Her eyes narrow and there is a brief flash of anger as she perhaps bristles at her, the Empress, assuming such a submissive position. As quickly as it had flared up, it subsides as she reconciles herself with her desire.
“Tell anyone of this and I’ll have you skinned alive.” She growls before rolling over and getting onto her hands and knees, her tail in the air.
“I’ll bear that in mind.” You chuckle as you join her, reaching between her legs and running your fingers the length of her slit. She moans with pleasure as your fingertips sink inside her wet entrance. After a moment, you trail your fingers upwards. Vekka stiffens as you smear her juices around the tight knot of her arsehole before gently applying pressure.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.” She moans.
“Just relax.” You tell her. A moment later, your slippery fingertip sinks into her back passage.
“Fuck!” The Empress gasps, bowing her head as you gently ease it all the way inside her. You grin and begin to work your finger in and out until she is moaning with pleasure.
“Ready?” You ask her. She lifts her head and glances over her shoulder at you.
“Do it.” She tells you, her amber eyes gleaming with a nervous excitement. You nod and move behind her, lubricating your rigid shaft with her juices before guiding the tip to her puckered opening. She bows her head again and pushes back against you, grunting as your crown slips past the ring of muscle and into the snug confines of her arse.
“Uhhh, I feel so stretched.” She groans thickly, but continues to gently rock back and forth, your length slipping further inside her each time until your pelvis is pressed against her buttocks. As she grows accustomed to you, you begin to thrust inside her, your own excitement building at the knowledge that you are the first to have done this to the beautiful and exoti
c Empress. You grasp her hips as you quicken your pace. Vekka’s breathing becomes increasingly ragged and her hands grasp fistfuls of the bed sheet as you drive deeply into her.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” You growl as you slam vigorously into her now. She nods, rocking forward with each thrust.
“It feels so filthy.” She pants. “Don’t stop!” As your own climax rapidly builds, stopping is the last thing on your mind. Vekka is already there, stiffening before shrieking in ecstasy, her cries echoing around her bed chamber. Her tail thrashes about and she trembles against you as her arse clenches around your cock.
“I’m gonna come.” You groan as her sphincter clamps down hard around the base of your cock.
“Yes, yes, come inside me.” She pants. Your grip tightens on her hips before your balls convulse, sending your seed racing up your length and deep into her bowels. Your grunts of pleasure join her breathless moans of satisfaction until she slumps forward with you on top and your cock still buried inside her.
“That… felt… incredible.” She finally breathes.
“Glad I could share some of my culture with you.” You smirk, rolling off her, your softening cock slipping from her arse. You lie there next to her in the afterglow for a few minutes, the refracted sunlight shining across the bed in a rainbow of colours. Vekka studies you for a moment before sitting up.
“You’re surprisingly adept a mate for a lesser species.” She finally remarks before reaching for her gown.
“Thanks… I think.” You grin, feeling obliged to pull your own clothes back on. As you both dress, you feel her eyes lingering on you.
“I’d like you to stay with me here at the palace,” She finally murmurs, “As my imperial consort.” You blink in surprise at the unexpected proposal, your mind reeling. As in a husband, a lover, a sex slave? She is a beautiful woman and despite her cruel and ruthless reputation, you certainly find the Empress alluring, though perhaps her pheromones are clouding your judgement. In any case, it sounds as though you are to live out the rest of your days on Auriga Prime, so perhaps this is an opportunity to do so with a modicum of comfort.
“A gilded cell?” You finally ask.
“A gilded cell is better than a real one.” Vekka smiles thinly, stepping towards you and gazing deeply into your eyes.
Accept
Refuse
“Well, when you put it like that…” You grin.
“Good.” The Empress smiles before her eyes dim and her smile fades. “While I’d enjoy sealing our union by exploring a little more of your talents, I unfortunately have some affairs of state to attend to, not least of which is the fallout from the incursion and subsequent destruction of your vessel. A tiresome business, but I shall at least have the prospect of returning to my chambers afterwards and enjoying the pleasures of your tongue and your cock.”
“I’ll look forward to it.” You smile, watching as she fastens her gown, places her crown back on her head and checks her appearance in the mirror. She steps back towards you, kisses you and hurries from the room. You glance at your reflection in the mirror and wonder how you have gone from the first officer of the Earth Alliance’s flagship to a glorified gigolo for the leader of the enemy superpower in a matter of days. You sigh and turn away from your reflection, stepping over to the balcony and gazing out at the beautiful crystal spires of the city beyond.
Over the coming weeks, you slowly accept your role, growing increasingly devoted to the Empress. While you initially resist her questions about the Earth Alliance, you gradually allow more and more to slip. You tell her just a few minor details to begin with but as the years go by and your loyalties become increasingly divided, you eventually tell her more and more. Your information is rewarded by a deeper trust and more freedom and you grow to enjoy your life of luxury in the capital.
As five years become ten, you realise the sacrifice of the Ranger has only delayed the inevitable. Tensions linger and when open war finally breaks out, the Earth Alliance sweeps through the Aurigan Empire, liberating the outlying systems until after a bloody last stand, the Aurigans surrender. Part of the terms of that surrender include them handing you over to the Earth Alliance. A pariah to your people, you are imprisoned, court martialled and sentenced to death for high treason.
“You disgust me.” Ambassador Hathaway tells you, her green eyes filled with undisguised contempt. Her blonde hair has turned silver and her face is lined, but she hasn’t changed much beyond that in the intervening years. “How could you do this? Betray your captain and the crew of the Ranger?” You sigh, remembering an old proverb about the road to hell being paved with good intentions.
“I made some poor decisions.” You admit. “At the time, I honestly thought I was making them for the right reasons. I guess somewhere along the line I lost my way. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
“You’d be better served saving your repentance for a higher power than me.” She replies coldly before turning her back on you and walking away. Behind her, three Earth Alliance soldiers are assembled in a firing line. You sigh before nodding to them and step back to stand against a wall behind you, the surface charred and blistered from the execution of numerous predecessors.
“Ready.” One of the soldiers barks, each of them unslinging their blaster rifles. “Aim.” They bring their rifles to bear. “Fire!”
THE END
You hurry from the bridge, taking the turbolift down to the hanger bay level. Checking the time, you silently curse, realising that the ambassador is past due. Striding down the corridor, you step out into the cavernous hanger bay and see that the shuttle has already landed. Moving swiftly across the deck, you reach the small vessel just as Ambassador Hathaway steps out of the door. She is perhaps in her early fifties, a few strands of silver amongst her neatly styled blonde hair. Her elegant dress clings flatteringly to her curvaceous figure while her green eyes seem to gleam and her coy smile illuminates her handsome face.
“Welcome aboard, your Excellency.” You smile, stepping purposely towards her and shaking her hand. “I am Commander Kyle Chase.”
“Thank you, Commander.” She smiles, joining you as you lead her across the bustling hanger bay. “This is an impressive vessel. I wonder if perhaps the Galactic Navy is making a statement?”
“I’m sure the only statement is one of respect, sending our flagship to transport such an esteemed guest.” You reply.
“Bravo, Commander.” She laughs. “A very diplomatic and yet firm response: Mildly flattering without weakly pandering to my ego. You would make a fine ambassador.” You allow yourself a wry smile.
“Shall I show you to your chambers?” You ask her.
“Please.” She replies.
You guide the ambassador through a labyrinth of corridors before you reach the guest quarters. The door slides open and you both enter a luxurious lounge which is bigger than the captain’s quarters, let alone your own.
“Very nice.” She smiles as she looks about her. It is furnished with a couch, coffee table, a desk and a chair. A large window dominates the far wall and you can see the transport vessel that brought the ambassador as it slowly moves away, its engines glowing. Ambassador Hathaway glides across the room and glances into the adjoining bedroom. “And a king size bed too! Seems a little wasted on just little old me.” She glances over her shoulder, her eyes glinting and a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
“I… uh… I’d better leave you to settle in.” You reply, feeling yourself blush. “But if you need anything, your Excellency, please just ask.” You add as you turn to leave.
“So you are my liaison, Commander?” She asks, padding back across the floor towards you.
“I have that honour, ma’am.” You reply.
“Good. I do enjoy having a man at my beck and call.” She chuckles, flashing you a predatory smile. You nod and smile politely before stepping out into the corridor, the door sliding shut behind you. As you hurry back towards the bridge, you are no longer in any doubt as
to what the captain had alluded to during the briefing.
“The Ambassador has settled in?” Captain Madison asks, swivelling towards you in her chair as you step back onto the bridge.
“She’s resting in her quarters.” You nod.
“Excellent, then we shall get underway.” She replies. “Before our current orders were received, our next assignment was to check in on a team of Xeno-archaeologists working on a dig on Xerxes VI. It’s not too far a detour from our course to the Aurigan Empire and we have time, though I am tempted to cancel that visit and refuel our hyperdrive engines at the Olympus refinery instead. Unfortunately it would be a year until any other ships are passing Xerxes VI, but still, the extra fuel might be useful. Any thoughts, Commander?”
Xerxes VI
Olympus
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