Stardust, Starlust

by Gabriella Bradley

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  With a start she sat up wondering at the strange dreams she’d had. Had any of it really happened? Was this the place of the giants and would they soon come for her? Or had she already pleased one of them and maybe passed out from pain? She felt gingerly between her legs, but everything felt normal. For the first time, she experienced the awakening of her libido as she stroked the folds tenderly, wondering about everything that had happened to her the evening before at the same time.

  A soft whispering startled her and she sat up. The red buds were opening their petals and she gasped in awe at the spread of them. Before long, they overshadowed the smaller flowers, protecting them from the harsh rays of the sun. Their center was bright yellow with one yellow stem standing upright. It resembled the dildos that had been inserted into her vagina every day.

  She stood up slowly and approached the flower. Bending down, she stroked the velvety petals. They were very soft, softer than her feather bed. The flower started to sway as she stroked as if exalting in ecstasy at her touch.

  Suddenly, the petal moved, curled and wound around her. She felt a knot of fear forming in the pit of her stomach as it pulled her toward its center. Was it her imagination or did the flower actually make a strange sound? She tried to loosen the strong grip, prying at the edges of the petal, but it was as if it was glued to her body.

  It deposited her in the center, stood her upright above the large stem. Its head was a fluffy ball of pollen and bright yellow. The petal drew her down. It released her and gently stroked her body like a lover’s hands. It examined her breasts, the large protruding nipples, and she sighed with the pleasure she now felt. To her amazement, the petal removed the clamps and snapped them off the insignia, but it left the ornament embedded in her breast. She wanted to lie down, to enjoy the gentle administrations, but it wouldn’t let her. Instead, it positioned her more accurately above the stem and forced her down. She hardly felt it as it entered her. It was not as big as the dildos she’d endured and so it was lost within the large cavity of her vagina.

  But she was wrong. It started to swish around inside of her and caused her such wild feelings, she started to sway with the movement. The petal was massaging her breasts, caressing her nipples. Her juices started to flow, mingled with the yellow pollen and soon ran down her inner thighs. She gasped as a surge of excitement ran through her body and settled within her abdomen. Rotating on the stem urgently, she felt real release for the first time ever.

  Were these the giants? Had the birds and the girl been a dream after all?

  She thought it was over, but the petal forced her down until she sat on hands and knees. It pried her legs open and within seconds she felt the stem entering her anus and give it the same treatment. She swayed her buttocks as more delicious ecstasy ran through her body, as the stem caressed her anus and made love to her. It slid in and out easily and finally, it pulled out and stroked her clitoris, massaged between the folds. She almost swooned from the feelings that attacked her, the desires.

  The petal stood her up again and she thought the stem wanted more, but instead, it suddenly hissed and she was surrounded by a cloud of yellow pollen. She sneezed, her eyes watered, this sudden change taking away the erotica of it all. The petal unrolled, deposited her on the grass.

  She sat dazed then gazed at the yellow powder that covered her body. She rubbed at it, making it even brighter.

  “Go to the springs of life,” whispered a soft, almost childlike voice.

  She glanced around looking for the speaker, but saw nothing but the flowers. The red flower was now dormant, but she felt as if a thousand eyes were fastened on her.

  “Where?”

  “Beyond the fields of ecstasy lie the springs of life.”

  She stood up and started to walk through the flowers, basic instinct guiding her direction. She felt so good, before long she danced through the flowers singing to them, stroking them as she passed. She didn’t want to step on them, but they moved aside for her. She had never felt so happy, so free. Her stomach grumbled, announcing that it wanted food. She glanced about, but had no idea what she could eat or where to find food, so she continued on.

  She came to the border of the field of flowers and spotted a river. Its crystal clear waters sparkled invitingly. She shouted jubilantly, her pangs of hunger forgotten, and ran into the water. It enveloped her and drew her down. Exotic, underwater plants weaved quietly with the movement of water, stroking her, guiding her, until she came to a sponge like plant. Like the red flower, it drew her into its center and proceeded to sponge her like an infant. She curled at the hot fire this caused within her body, the wanton feelings of ecstasy. It was strange. She could breathe under water. Fascinated, she watched as her breath caused small bubbles to rise to the surface.

  After the plant finished sponging her, she felt her body rushed upward back to the surface and it spit her out onto land, but on the other side of the stream. She stroked her clean body, felt her breasts and noticed her nipples had returned to their former state, to what they looked like before she had become an apprentice. Excited at this healing, she felt between her legs. The large folds were all gone and her pubic mound had hair on it again. The lips felt normal. She gently probed between them and entered a finger into her vagina. Gone was the gaping hole. Instead, she could feel her finger. She fingered the clitoris and found the small ring gone, her clitoris throbbing with desire.

  She was just wondering what to do and where to go next, when the little voice told her.

  “Enter the forest. You will find fruit there.”

  The forest was not as dark as it looked. Once she’d entered and her eyes became accustomed to its darker environment, she could see easily. Just ahead she saw a patch of trees bearing large fruits. They were unlike any fruits she’d ever eaten, but if the voice told her it was safe, then it would be okay. She ran to the trees and plucked the large red ball. When she bit into it juices spurted out, trickled down her chin and to her breasts. It tasted like the sweetest nectar of the gods, not that she’d ever had the nectar of the gods, but she imagined it was heavenly delicious.

  After she’d filled her stomach, she continued on and before long, came to a clearing dotted with tiny white and blue flowers.

  She stopped to gaze at the majestic, snow capped mountains just ahead of her wondering if she was expected to climb them. Would she find more red flowers? Were the mountains the real home of the giants?

  Her hearts beating loudly in her chest, she started to dance toward them.

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  Vern looked at the robot as it readied for landing. “Well, chum, we need to collect a lot of pollen today. The market for its medicinal properties is growing steadily.”

  “Vern, I can collect as much as the ship will carry. You know that,” the robot’s monotonous voice replied.

  “I know. I hate these trips. I’ll be glad when we get back to Earth. This planet is so isolated.”

  “You have never explored it beyond the red flowers.”

  “That’s true. It’s on the to do list at NASA. They’re considering it for future population as soon as the explorer ship is done. We need to know if the entire environment here is suitable for Earth’s population.”

  “When will the expedition arrive here?”

  “It’s scheduled for next month.”

  “They were happy you discovered the planet, Vern.”

  “Yes. And even happier with the goldmine I discovered.”

  “We have not landed in the right area,” robot said.

  “Damn. What did you do wrong?”

  “Nothing, Vern. I programmed the coordinates as always.”

  “Well, you goofed. Now we’ll have to haul all that stuff through the forest and who knows what we’ll find there.”

  Vern was a little annoyed with his robot. It would be the first time the mechanical man had goofed, but still…it had goofed. Maybe it was time to send it in for repairs. He waited until the hatch opened.
In a way he liked coming to this planet, its tranquility, beauty, fresh clean air revitalized him, but it was so damn boring. He’d never come across any inhabitants and wondered if there were any. His exploration he’d limited mainly to the field of red flowers and it took all of his allotted time to gather the pollen from them, which they gave him willingly if he stroked their petals. Several times he’d asked to be on the team they would send soon to explore the rest of the planet, but he’d been denied that privilege. Much to his annoyance. After all, he had discovered the damn place.

  He stepped onto the verdant grass and stretched before looking around.

  “You go ahead, robot. Check out if it’s safe.”

  “I have already scanned our surroundings, Vern. I read one life sign.”

  “Which direction?”

  “Toward the mountains.”

  Vern turned and shading his eyes gazed at the distant mountains. “I don’t see anything.”

  “It seems to be a human life form.”

  “Here? Then how come we’ve never encountered humans on our last two trips?”

  “I don’t know, Vern. Maybe they don’t live near the field of the red flowers.”

  “Well, if there are humans here the population must be sparse. Let’s go and investigate. You lead the way.” He watched the robot turn awkwardly and head with large strides toward the mountains. After loosening the zipper of his spacesuit, he followed. He had to jog to keep up with the large metal mechanical man. Before long, he felt like taking off the suit. Perspiration beaded his brow and droplets ran in steady rivets into his eyes, stinging them. Running his fingers through his dark unruly hair, he stopped to take a breather.

  “Hold on, robot. You’re going too fast for me and it’s bloody hot.”

  “I am not hot.”

  “No. You’re just a chunk of unfeeling metal. Okay, let’s continue. How much further?”

  “The life form is just up ahead.”

  Vern shaded his eyes again and saw her. From where they were she looked like a lost waif. Silken silver tresses that touched the ground swung around her as she danced, her face raised to the sky in adoration. She was naked but he couldn’t quite make out her form.

  Mesmerized by the beauty and tranquility of the scene, Vern hurried past the robot. “Stay here, robot. I’ll take it from here. You’ll probably scare the wits out of her with your soulless eyes.”

  “Explain soulless, Vern.”

  “Never mind. Stay here,” Vern ordered and grimaced.

  When he got closer, she still hadn’t noticed him. He gazed in wonderment at the dancing nymph, surely a goddess come to life. “My God,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

  Slowing down so not to startle her he approached her softly. The closer he came, he felt awed by this beautiful maiden. He knew now she was not a little girl, but a grown woman, perhaps in her twenties.

  Her face was perfection, her skin like alabaster. Lush firm breasts jutted out, nipples hard and poking up at the sun. He felt his cock rise to the occasion, a lust entering him as he’d never felt, an ardent desire to hold the nymph and make her his. He grasped at his cock; his balls started to ache. The picture before him was like a painting come to life, a ballet scene from Swan Lake. The woman danced as if she’d been on the stage her whole life. When she twirled, he noticed the glittering emblems embedded on each breast. She bent down to gently clasp an ankle and lifted her leg high. Her clit was fully exposed for him, a pink vagina glistening invitingly.

  “Who are you?” he whispered softly, not expecting her to hear, but the perfumed breeze carried his words to her ears and she stopped dancing and spun to face him. The mantle of moonshine hair fell around her like a cloak, her eyes of midnight blue were large and questioning, her body poised as if ready for flight.

  “Don’t be afraid. Do you understand me?”

  She nodded.

  “I won’t hurt you. What is your name? Where do you live?”

  “You wear strange clothing.”

  “Perhaps in your eyes I do. I am from a distant planet. I came here to gather…eh…supplies.”

  “Planet? You are from the stars?”

  “Uh…yes. I guess you could call it that.”

  “You are the god sent to rescue me,” she concluded.

  He chuckled. “I’m hardly a god. I’m just an astronaut sent here to do a job.”

  “Astronaut?”

  “Someone who travels through space.” When she looked puzzled, he explained, “Someone who flies through the skies in a ship and visits distant stars.”

  “Oh…”

  He wished that curtain of hair would swing back and reveal her body to him once again. His cock was still throbbing, his libido in full force setting his loins on fire. “Where are your people?”

  “People?”

  “Your family, father, mother, sisters and brothers?”

  “I have no family. I am alone. The giant birds rescued me from being sent to the temple of love.”

  Oh my God, he thought, this is getting better all the time. “The temple of love?”

  “I was to be initiated into the order of the priestesses and to live in the temple of love.”

  “And you needed to be rescued?”

  “The girl on the giant bird told me it wasn’t true. I would have been sacrificed. She brought me to the field of red flowers and left me there. She said there were other people just like me out here.”

  “Really?” He tried to imagine a whole tribe of these gorgeous women. “What about men?”

  “I don’t think there are any. I don’t really know.”

  “So you are lost. Would you like me to help you find the people?” So the planet wasn’t uninhabited after all. Yet robot had checked for life signs and never recorded any. It was strange. Perhaps some strange element had blocked his sensors.

  “I don’t know. I belong to you now.”

  “You don’t belong to anyone. I’m very thirsty. Is there water around here?”

  “Yes. I just came from the river. I will take you.”

  With this she swung back the mantle of hair and her body was revealed in all its glory. He sucked in his breath sharply and squirmed as his cock throbbed painfully, his balls so tight it felt they would burst.

  When she reached out and touched his clothes, it felt as if an electric current ran from her fingers right through the material to his skin. All he wanted to do right now was grab her, make love to this elfin waif, not go traipsing through the heat to the river.

  She took his hand and his skin puckered at her soft touch. Pulling him gently along, she skipped ahead of him. He watched the silken mane of hair sway as she moved, saw her sculptured buttocks, the ivory skin and ached to touch her there.

  He hardly watched where he was going; his eyes were glued to her sensual body as she led him toward the stream.

  She looked at him expectantly. “You are very hot. Why don’t you remove your clothes and cool off in the water?”

  “That’s not a bad idea.” He glanced at the stationary robot in the distance and wondered if he should order the tin man to start for the flower field. The robot’s hearing would pick up his order.

  “Robot, commence work!” he yelled.

  “What is that creature?” she asked in her melodious voice.

  “He is a robot. A metal machine made to help me.”

  “Help you with what?”

  “Collect the pollen from the red flowers.” He took off his suit, his underwear and saw her eyes widen as they fastened on his cock. Her dainty hand reached out and stroked it.

  “It is real,” she said wonderingly.

  “Very real,” he mumbled while trying to suppress his longing to grab her, throw her to the velvet grass and take her.

  “I’ve never felt a real one before. May I?”

  “Yes, go ahead,” he groaned.

  Her fingers curled around the satin skin of his cock and moved it back and forth. If she didn’t stop,
he’d soon come and he didn’t want that.

  “If you lie down, I can show you what I’ve been taught,” she said in a very matter of fact voice, as if this were the most ordinary situation in the world.

  He didn’t need to be told twice and dropped to the grass, his cock standing erect, pulsing slowly. Sucking in his breath, he watched her swing back her hair and kneel between his legs. She bent down, clasped his cock with both hands and while stroking it softly, placed her lips on the head and started to suck. Her sweet tongue flicked back and forth across the tip, licked the hole, circled the head. He fought for control, to stop the imminent release, but he couldn’t. Within seconds his semen burst forth into her mouth and he let out a loud groan.

  She sat up, surprised, the cum trickling from her lips. A small pink tongue licked her lips and she sighed. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No. The opposite. You pleasured me like I’ve never been pleasured before.”

  “That was so good. Can I have more?”

  “Oh yes, plenty more where that came from,” he said, his voice still husky from the sexual tension just released. “But…can I touch you?”

  “Yes, of course. Have you never been pleasured before?”

  “Well, eh…yes, but not like this.” He took her hand and pulled her down beside him. Gently stroking her nipples, he watched them become hard, then he touched the glittering ornaments on her breasts. “What are these?” he asked softly.

  “They were put there for the giants. The red flowers removed the chain and repaired me.”

  “Repaired you?”

  “Yes, they repaired my vagina. See?”

  Promptly she sat up, and facing him spread open her legs. He looked at the most delicious cunt he’d ever seen. Pale blond hair sprinkled her mound; it curled into tendrils just near her clit, which was larger than he’d ever seen in a woman. Her vagina looked smooth, moist and virginal. He couldn’t imagine anyone had ever touched her there.

  “Before, it was big and stretched. The priestesses made it ready for the giants.”

  “And the red flowers repaired it,” he said while reaching out to touch the pink lips, the virginal opening that invited him.