Heavenly Bodies

by Celine Chatillon

Reg met her clit’s throbbing ache with expert attention. Jenna tried to concentrate on swallowing cock, but soon she felt her inner muscles rhythmically contract. She shrieked his name, bucking hard against him. The sheer intensity of her orgasm overwhelmed her, shattering her hard-won composure and raining sparkling meteorites before her eyes.

  “Oh, Reg, I’m so sorry,” she whispered a moment later as she collapsed beside her lover. “I don’t ordinarily come like that, so hard, so quickly. I should fin—”

  He put a finger to her lips and smiled. “Don’t apologize, my fair one. The dragon wants to enter your cave of wonders, remember?”

  “Hmm…” She reached up and kissed him deeply. “How could I ever forget?”

  He gently took hold of her hips and raised her legs high, slowly massaging his length against her eager opening. Jenna threw back her head and moaned. Resting her legs against his shoulders and arching her hips, she begged him to fill her pussy.

  He hesitated. “I won’t hurt you when I enter you, will I?”

  She grinned. His gentlemanly concern warmed her heart. “No, you won’t hurt me. I’m much tougher than I look. Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me like you did Countess Dorgan in episode fifty-four… When you carried her off to your tent and all the audience could hear was her cries for mercy—and for more of your masterful loving.”

  Reg’s gold-flecked eyes simmered with desire. His throaty chortle made her quiver with anticipation. Still, he hesitated. “Your wish is my command. But I must warn you, fair one. The Countess allowed me to bind her hands so she couldn’t push me away by mistake when things got…interesting.”

  “Bind her hands, you say?” Jenna raised her arms over her head. “Heck, this is my dream. I’m game if you are.”

  He grabbed her nightshirt and gently tied her hands together, then looped the cloth over the post of her brass headboard. Bending over her, he kissed her tenderly, passionately, looking deeply into her eyes as if reading her true wishes. Jenna didn’t hold anything back, but proclaimed her desire with every fiber of her being. She felt wholly his—and she wasn’t afraid.

  She cried out with his powerful first thrust, his considerable cock practically ripping her in two. Thrusting her hips toward him, her thoughts swirled in and out of consciousness with dizzying delight.

  “Oh, yes…you’re beautiful. Fuck me harder. Don’t ever stop.”

  Reg raised an eyebrow, smiling down at her. “That isn’t quite what the Countess said to me, but I like your words all the better.”

  “Yes, fuck me faster, deeper… Suck my tits, too. Hmmm, do anything you want to my body, but whatever you do, don’t stop.”

  The Prince of the Galactic Realm joyfully fulfilled his loyal subject’s every command. Jenna twisted and struggled against the satin ropes as he squeezed her buttocks and hammered hard against her, his tongue dancing along her curves, sucking and licking her sensitive nerve-endings into a frenzy of passion.

  “You’re hotter and tighter than any maiden I’ve ever pleasured,” he murmured. “And your appetite for lovemaking is phenomenal. I believe I will take you and keep you as my captive forever, so I can have you over and over again.”

  “Yes, take me over and over again. Keep me…forever.”

  He paused. “Are you certain, my fair one?” His voice sounded ragged, Jenna thought, even more so than a man in mid-consummation usually sounded. “Once I take you with me, there may be no coming back. Ever.”

  Jenna sighed. What a dream! She hoped it would never end. “What have I to look forward to here?” she said breathlessly, arching her hips higher. “I’m a twenty-nine-year-old accountant, for pity’s sake. I lead a dull and predictable life. Take me with you to your world of fantasy and danger. I’ll gladly be your willing sex slave forever, oh great Galactic Prince of the realm. Please?”

  His response was swift and vigorous. Jenna screamed his name over and over as each thrust of his cock brought her nearer to the brink. The vibrations of their lovemaking loosened the satin tie. She wiggled her hands free, raking her nails across his taut backside as the first shudders of their mutual orgasm began. “Yes, yes, fill me with your seed. Make me your own, mighty prince.”

  The passionate cries of her fantasy lover drowned out Jenna’s own. The galaxy spun before her eyes and a tidal wave of pleasure cascaded over her, enveloping her in an all-encompassing ecstasy she never knew existed. Sated and exhausted, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  * * * * * *

  “What’s the matter with my alarm clock? Good grief! Old Man Sedgewick is going to chew my ass off! I’m going to be late again.”

  Jenna slowly sat up. Cracking open an eye, she peeked toward the bedside table, only to discover her programmable Galactic Guerillas digital clock radio wasn’t there—and neither was her bedside table!

  She immediately grabbed the sheets and stood up. Odd, her flannel sheets felt fuzzy…furry, actually, like they were made from some kind of wild animal skins…

  Like the wild fur skins Prince Reglund slept on in his tent while patrolling the forests of the wooded planet Columbria.

  I must have fallen out of bed, landed on my head and knocked myself totally unconscious, Jenna thought, laughing. “Wake up, idiot.” She slapped her imaginary cheek hard, hoping the psychic-pain would translate into actual pain and bring her back to consciousness. “Come on, you’ve got to snap out of this hallucination. You’ve got to get to work, make the boss happy, pay the bill—”

  “Who is this ‘Bill’ you must pay?”

  Prince Reglund stood, tall and godlike, at the tent opening. His impish grin and the twinkle in his eye made her want to wet her pants—if she had been wearing any. Dressed in his trademark flowing purple cape, thigh high riding boots and tawny leather loincloth, he looked just as devastatingly handsome and lifelike as he had last night in her dream.

  “You needn’t worry about any debts you had on Earth, my fair one. No collector will be able to find you here.”

  “Here?” Jenna gulped. “Where on earth is here?” Maybe her lifelike dream hadn’t been a fantasy after all? No, it couldn’t be… She began to tremble.

  “Columbria, of course.” He pointed through the tent flap at the verdant woods and the countryside beyond. “You recognize it, don’t you?”

  Jenna mutely nodded.

  “You’re shivering. Let me warm you.” He crossed the distance between them and flung his cape about her shoulders, pulling her into his arms.

  “Thanks,” she muttered. What exactly did one say to a gentlemanly figment of their imagination? She hated to admit it, but her mother was right—too much TV was not a good thing.

  “Do you not remember this place? I captured the Countess Dargon here and carried her off to this very same spot…” His gold-flecked eyes slowly perused her form as he nodded toward the skin-covered sleeping pallet. “Only the countess didn’t seem to enjoy our lovemaking half as much as you did last night, my beautiful Earth maiden.”

  “She’s a royal bitch—that’s why,” Jenna mumbled to herself. Her hallucination displayed an odd look. “Um, I mean, what can I say? Royalty is probably jaded toward such simple pleasures as a man and a woman joining together in lovemaking—present company excluded. You’re more of a ‘man of the people’, I’ve always thought. Right?”

  “I admit I do enjoy visiting my subjects.” His hands entwined in her thick, wavy brown hair, then dropped to caress her shoulders. “Some more than others.”

  Slowly he lowered his lips to hers. Jenna melted against him, clinging for dear life as their tongues met in a dance of desire and promised passion. She certainly hoped this wasn’t a dream.

  After a bliss-filled eternity, he pulled away. “Shall we have breakfast, my fair one? Then ride forth to visit my good friend, Talbit?”

  Jenna raised an eyebrow. “Did you say Lord Talbit of Columbria? Lord ‘Ladykiller’ Talbit?”

  He threw back his head and laughed heartily. “The same!”

  Next to
Prince Reglund, Jenna found the wisecracking, prank-pulling Talbit to be one of the sexiest men on television, and undoubtedly her second favorite character in the series.

  “I’d love to meet him. Maybe he’d be good enough to tell me the secret of how he seduces as many—if not more—women than you do per episode?”

  “I’m sure Talbit would be more than glad to honor your request, fair one. Now, allow me to find you something to wear, or my male subjects will all want to drag you into their tents and ravish you thoroughly.”

  Reg rummaged through an oaken chest and presented her with a long, silken kimono-like garment made of the sheerest sky-blue fabric and tied with an intricately silver-embroidered sash, along with a pair of soft blue leather slippers. Jenna felt like a princess as she untangled her hair with an ivory comb, forming it into a loose bun with an exquisite pair of ebony chopsticks inlaid with mother-of-pearl.

  “I see your people don’t believe in tight-fitting undergarments beneath their robes,” she teased, joining her host at the fire.

  He handed her a cup of steaming herbal tea and thick piece of brown bread slathered with a butter-like substance. “We find undergarments completely unnecessary—and a nuisance.”

  “Wish I could convince my bosses of that fact. I’ve always hated wearing pantyhose and a bra to work.”

  He crossed his legs and sat down beside the fire. “You’ll never worry about those impractical garments ever again, my fair Jenna. You’re my subject, and you are welcome to stay with me forever. Do you not remember the promise you made last night in the midst of our lovemaking?”

  Jenna took a good swig of her tea and a big bite of bread. Hmmm…the tea was deliciously spicy, with nutmeg and cinnamon overtones, and the robust taste and fine texture of the bread was simply divine. Amazing! Her imagination really was getting the better of her.

  She sat down on a log beside the fire and practically jumped out of her skin. Ow! Sheesh, my bottom is awfully sore this morning. Could I really have made love all night long to this fantasy man?

  There was only one way to find out.

  “I remember saying I wanted you to fuck my brains out forever, but I don’t remember boarding any kind of spaceship. So, what happened?”

  “What happened?” He blinked. “Ah, yes. First, you screamed so loudly as you climaxed that I was certain I’d gone deaf, and then—”

  Jenna blushed. “Uh, I do remember that part.” She rubbed her backside. “Quite well. What I meant was, how exactly did we get here?”

  Reg laughed as he poured her another cup of tea, then handed her another slice of bread. “You seem so knowledgeable of our culture that I forget you come from Earth. Do you know not recall how the Witch of Endorea established a private portal between worlds? Her device was the means of our transference.”

  “You mean episode twenty-seven?” Jenna scrunched her nose, biting her lip in thought. “Hmm, I remember that story now. But I thought you destroyed the witch’s portal so she wouldn’t be able to use it to help the Galactic Terrorist Organization to spread their hatred across the galaxy.”

  He shrugged, then smiled. “I only made believe I destroyed the transference device so others wouldn’t come looking for it again. I confess, I’ve kept it all this time. I’ve secreted it away at Lord Talbit’s castle and use it on occasion to patrol my far-flung domains.”

  “Oh, so that explains why we never saw it actually blown to bits at the end of the episode…”

  Jenna paused, then shook her head and stood. She began pacing the length of the fire circle. “Good grief! Will you listen to me talk? I’ve got myself totally convinced this dream is reality. My health insurance sure as hell better cover shrink visits.”

  “But this is reality, my fair one. Did our lovemaking not prove it to you?”

  She froze mid-step. He was frowning and looking oh-so-forlorn. Damn! She’d hurt the feelings of her all-time favorite stud of the airwaves.

  “Yes, yes, of course it did.” She rushed to his side. What harm could a little white lie do to an imaginary character? “I’m sorry, Reg. I’m just a tad disoriented this morning, that’s all. One minute I’m sleeping soundly in my bed in Toledo, Ohio, and then—wham! I’m transported halfway across the galaxy to the planet Columbria. It’s going to take a little while getting used to the idea. I sincerely apologize if I’ve hurt your feelings.”

  He rose and took her arm in his. “No need to apologize, my fair one. Your reactions are quite understandable. Come, let us ride. Once you’ve seen the device at Talbit’s castle, it will answer all your questions about the mechanism of our travel.”

  They strolled toward what Jenna knew as a Columbrian beast of burden tied to a tree encircling the clearing. The creature resembled a pale green horse with a purple-striped mane and pearl-like, twin unicorn horns above their eyes. Jenna almost opened her mouth to ask exactly how long it took the animal wranglers to dye a pony such outrageous colors before quickly deciding to keep her comments to herself.

  Reg untied the strapping stallion and offered her a hand up. “You will ride in front of me so I can hold onto you. I ride without a saddle, of course.”

  Of course, Jenna thought. What macho, barbarian Prince of the Galactic Realms would be caught dead using a saddle?

  “I’m not much of a horse rider—I mean, beast rider.” She straddled the creature. Her robe parted slightly, displaying her cleavage to good advantage as the voluminous cloth wrapped around her legs. Surprisingly, she felt quite comfortable.

  “No matter.” He hopped behind her and goaded the creature’s flanks. “Hi-yah! Hold tight to his mane, fair one.”

  In a flash they were galloping across the fields, leaping over logs and streams, and winding in and out of the woods of an alien world. Jenna screwed her eyes shut and hung on for dear life.

  “Isn’t this exhilarating!” he shouted.

  “Breathtaking,” Jenna mumbled. She was going to throw up all over herself at any minute. Who knew dreams could cause nausea?

  Their pace soon slowed as they came along a well-worn trail lined by ancient oaks. Jenna relaxed, sighing with pleasure as the prince crushed her body against his own, imprinting his hardness against her backside. The bouncy motion of the trotting beast caused his rigid cock to slide up and down against the silky material of the robe that clung to her buttocks, creating dizzying sensations along her nerve-endings that had nothing to do with motion sickness.

  “You seem to be getting the hang of this,” he murmured in her ear, trailing kisses along her neck for good measure.

  “I think I’m getting excited by the mere fact you’re in control here. It’s a welcome break from being ‘Wonder Woman’ all the time, making all the arrangements and decisions about where to go and what to do on dates. I could really learn to love riding—especially if I got to play Lady Godiva.”

  “Lady who?”

  Jenna grinned. “I mean we should ride nude together sometime.” She arched her buttocks closer to him and placed a hand about his neck. “The pounding rhythm of the hooves is absolutely dee…lightful.”

  His husky chuckle caused her pussy to shudder involuntarily. “I know of a spot that you will really enjoy then, my fair one. It involves another pounding rhythm of nature. Care to take a side trip before we reach the castle?”

  She felt very peaceful at this point and positively horny. Who cared if she was dreaming or utterly insane? She sure as hell didn’t. “A side trip? I’d love to.”

  At a fork in the road, Reg guided the beast away from the sign indicating Talbit’s castle and proceeded down a narrow, twisting trail that sloped steadily downward. As the switchbacks grew steeper and the pathway narrower, Jenna sensed the rushing of a great body of water nearby. The fragrant scents of blossoming wildflowers tickled her nose as boisterous bird song entertained them.

  “This place seems like a paradise.” She sighed. “Are we there yet?”

  “Almost there, fair one. Close your eyes and do not open them until I
say so.”

  “All right.” The suspense was absolutely killing her. Jenna reached a hand around and began to tug on the leather cords that held Prince Reglund’s loincloth together. “Just give the word, and I’ll pull these binding things loose.”

  “All in good time, fair one. All in good time.”

  At last the motion stopped. Reglund dismounted and steadied the beast with a hand. “Open your eyes now—slowly.”

  Jenna did as she was commanded. The rainbow arching over the mists of delicate stair-step waterfalls elicited a gasp of awe from deep within her. The riot of floral colors nestled at the feet of sturdy evergreen trees and the lulling music of the splashing water filled her with a peace and contentment she had never known.

  “This place is paradise! What’s it called?”

  “The Tears of the Goddess. Columbrian tradition says that the planet weeps because men cut into her flesh and abuse her treasures for their own gain. But the falls are also known by another name—The Lovers’ Rendezvous—because of their popularity with couples.”

  Jenna giggled. “Wonderful. Who says Niagara Falls should have the only claim to fame in the galaxy for being popular with sweethearts? Can you help me down?”

  “With pleasure.”

  Reg carefully lowered her from the beast’s back, tying him to a nearby oak. Taking her by the hand, he led her along a pathway to the river’s side bordered by a pristine ivory beach.

  “The constant pounding of the falls on the rocks in the riverbed make the sand this fine,” he explained. “Feel it. It is soft to the touch, like a downy coverlet.”

  Jenna shucked her shoes, letting her toes sink deep into the velvety, warm earth. “Hmm, you’re not kidding. This wouldn’t feel that bad against your cute ass as I jumped up and down on top of your cock, either.”

  His lust-filled leer melted any inhibitions she may have had left. He tossed his cape aside. “The word is given, fair one.”

  She pulled his loincloth strings, exposing his ever-expanding erection. He in turn unpinned her hair, then loosened her sash and parted her silken kimono, tweaking her breasts’ tips with a gentle nudge of his tongue while his hands roved across her backside.