Her orgasm came and faded. Then another. Then another. Her vision began to turn white, the twin moons fading from her sight behind glittering little spots.
Minutes seemed to stretch into hours, days, months, years. Endless eternities of their hips ravaged, bruised. An alien terror seized Echo as she feared her heart to burst from her chest from how hard it was beating against her chest.
Echo screamed. She heard Alexia screaming. The Queen was laughing. Echo and Alexia were crying. Echo felt hot tears streaming down her face. As her hips imploded in climax, she laughed, realizing they were tears of bliss.
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Alexia felt hand dragging her out of the water. Her vision had given out… she wasn’t sure how long she had been in the pool. Her sight was coming back, blurry. Her head lulled to the side. The petite and pink shape of Echo was being pulled out next to her.
They were laid side by side, their shoulders pressing next to one another. The soft feeling of a towel embraced her body.
A nude, pale shape stood over her, the sound of the Queen’s laughter filling her ears. She felt soft, full flesh coming down on her, the Queen’s nipple softly teasing her lips. The hot sweaty feeling of the Queen’s body on her made her tingle with excitement once again as she mindlessly locked her lips over the nipple
“Tuck the petite blonde princess in,” the Queen ordered. “I’ll tuck this one in myself.”
“Your highness, shall I store their clothing in the vaults?”
The Queen moaned out as Alexia tried to suckle a little harder.
“No…burn their clothing. They will not need it to serve me.”
The images lost shape as Alexia blacked out.
Chapter the 5th: Agony of the Nine Hells
Echo opened her eyes.
Everything was dark.
Between her thighs, her lips ached. As she stirred, the walls of her sex tingled, sending a torrent of sensation throughout her innards, spilling out through her limbs. Against her flesh caressed the soft feeling of velvet as a heavy blanket covered her. The air about her was a jungle of moist heat as she burrowed at a slow pace through the winding sheets.
She came across something warm. Her hands across the wet, heaving thing. It was someone. A woman. Her hands ran across this naked forms flesh, softly touching against the woman’s nipples.
The body heaved against her, letting out a groan. “E….Echo?”
“Alexia…”a soft tear poured down Echo’s cheek, relishing the feeling of her friend’s bare and clammy flesh against hers. Her fingers felt around her body, finding her friends face. Crawling up, she put her lips gently to Alexia’s, her legs entwining with hers, the feeling so natural she felt as though she could sleep an eternity.
And yet her mind stirred, mired by the words she spoke in the bathing pool. Now that the bliss subsided, the pleasure fading, she felt an odd shame. Oh Gods…. We committed a terrible sin… “A woman shall not lie with a woman less she be thrown into the nine hells”….
Alexia’s hand ran up and down the small of Echo’s back. As if compelled by the sweet movement, she arched her back, grinding her belly into her friend’s flesh.
But I don’t want to stop… I can’t stop…
She wanted to keep going, for her and Alexia to grind and cum again, but her body was still so exhausted. After a long and wet kiss, they both drifted back to sleep.
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In the morning light, Alexia woke to the feeling of a body burrowing under the sheets behind her. It curled itself against her like a spoon, soft black nailed hands wrapping around her, and soft full breasts crushing themselves against her back. A hot light breath burned against her ear.
“I lied to you,” the Queen whispered, her finger tracing circles on her nipple.
Electricity trickled through Alexia’s chest at her touch, making her quiver against the Queen’s body.
“I lied to you both.” Her lips softly touched against her earlobe. “You are not my guests.”
Alexia swallowed. “I never thought we were.” She wished to put more venom in her voice, but it only came out as a quiver. Liar. Temptress. Demon.
“Why do you hate me?” The Queen playfully licked at her cheek like a kitten sipping milk. “I have met many women like you. Who fevered and ached like you when they saw me. They all fell madly in love with me. Why can you not as well?”
Alexia gripped the Queens hand, leading it up to her mouth to suckle on her fingers, her tongue relishing the texture of them. They tasted smooth, soft and alien to her own calloused fingers.
“I do love you,” she touched her nose to the Queen’s wrist, taking in her sweet fragrance of fruits she had never tasted on her world. “That’s why I hate you. I rarely meet any women who love me back. If I do, it always ends badly. And then you come, telling me all I want to hear, and I feel… I feel…”
“Like….what?” The Queen’s lips flickered against the nape of her neck, her head falling back against the Queen’s shoulder.
“Like you are a demon come to take my soul.” She felt her chest squeeze, wishing she could take the words back.
The Queen softly separated Alexia from Echo, making sure now to wake the sleeping blonde princess. Straddling Alexia, she rested her breasts upon her new toy.
“As I said, you and your sweet friend are not guests. You are my new thralls. I have so many, and I know you will get along beautifully with them.” The Queen giggled softly, touching her nose to Alexia’s. “I know you both are exhausted from processing, so I will let you both rest for a few days. Still, I promise I will teach you to love me. It will be slow and exhausting and agonizing, but so pleasant as well.”
Alexia stared back, her lips starved for her new Queen’s. “And what if I don’t learn to love you?”
The Queen’s scarlet lips descended lightly, so close Alexia swore she felt the wind from her beating blood vessels. “Then I suppose,” the Queen’s tongue flicked against her nose “I really am a demon and I will have to burn out your soul with lust.”
The Queen shifted herself off of Alexia, pressing something on the nightstand near her bed. Her hands ran themselves over her face, her lips still aching to touch any flesh they could. The shutters over the veranda retracted, showing the purplish gray haze of an early alien morning. In the distance, Alexia could make out the large moon setting, its smaller sister soon to join it. It was the first time Alexia had bother to see the sky.
It’s not our sky…
The Queen’s humming filled the bedchamber as her naked silhouette stretched and brushed aside the fingers in her hair. She reached for a violet and gold petticoat and draped her nakedness in it, hastily fastening it with a leather belt. Through the coat, her hips swayed in a subtle dance.
Alexia swallowed, hoping to quell the heat in her chest as the Queen disappeared into a small set of double doors near the end of the chamber.
It happened slowly and all at once.
I loved it. I don’t care what anyone says. I loved it and I won’t apologize… and I really want to fuck her.
Chapter the 6th: Ecstasy of the Nine Heavens
The lights of Nyxana’s walk-in closet illuminated as they sensed their mistress enter. She hummed a little bit of a song. She believed it to be Nymphs of the Vale of the Sugar Plum faeries or some such nonsense as that. It was some song a thrall had sung to her a long time ago; a dark haired youth with some wooden instrument she found so quaint and charming.
He was sweet, but he was not what her newer pets were.
The lights illuminated behind her long and plentiful racks of vapor juices, a myriad of crystalline bottles of tastes and aromas from all about the galaxy. She used to keep clothes this this closet, but eventually her wardrobe needed an entirely different chamber all together, so the closet became where she stored her juices. Aside from clothes and thralls from exotic planets, she loved collecting them.
Her mind drifted to the sight of Echo and Alexia standing before her. Such beautiful new pets. B
reaking them would be pleasant. She loved the ones from the more repressed cultures. They were ecstasy to break; a rigid and dogmatic shell on the outside but yearning and aching for pleasure on the inside. They always fought and agonized with themselves, calling the Queen a demoness or harlot or heretic or dissident or a million different words for “the woman I love but am supposed to hate because I was told to by my God or Gods or State or Old-Boring-Book some old cunts made me read”. The men were always easier to break, though they feigned the most resistance. The women were reluctant, often, but most of the time relieved. There was always some reason they held on, but they often loved to surrender.
And then there were these two.
Nyxana collected two bottles; Nymuran vanilla and Sinisar goda berry. Grabbing an empty vial, she poured the vanilla in first, then the berry, relishing the way the blood red berry juiced churned and stained the clear vanilla. Twisting apart her pipe’s empty tank, she poured the new concoction inside of it, then screwed the two pieces back together. All together, the pipe vibrated softly in her hand as the regulator mechanism churned it into its atomizer. Her lips locked around the pipe as she pressed a button on the bottom. The juices bubbled softly in the little device as she suckled gently, the aroma of sweet vanilla-berry filling her mouth. Such an exquisite taste, she moaned a little as she exhaled, the thick cloudy vapor billowing outward and dissipating over her juice racks.
She made her way out to the Veranda and collapse onto a soft pink bean-sack to watch the sunrise; a slow eruption of violet and red peeking out over the blue ocean horizon to the northwest. As the sun crept over her city, the rainbow of incandescent nightlights began to fade and flicker out.
Her mind only thought of the two women lying in her bed.
The little blonde princess was cute, charming, and a delight. Echo, was it? Coquettish and seemingly innocent. But Nyxana saw through it, as she usually did. The soft blush, the excited gaze followed by a bashful turn as Akreon looked upon her. The modesty in hiding ones naked flesh. The way she ranted madly as she climaxed, seemingly torn between sin and ecstasy. Even the way she curled up to her friend. All of it was such fun.
The Queen took a short draught of her pipe, holding it in to sample the taste, then letting it slither out like a ghostly tongue.
And then there was the other. Alexia.
Her red crimson curls pouring down her shoulders. Unabashed. Free. Liquid fire pouring down over her shoulders, the slightest hints of freckles all over her naked flesh. Her body adorned with the slightest bit of fat to accent her curves. The way she didn’t hide herself when she was naked, as though starved for the lust of another woman all her life, yet reluctant to seek it out.
She was lustful, but innocent. Outspoken, but reserved. Rebellious, yet eager to surrender. So many beautiful contradictions, it must have been such sweet temptation for her. Nyxana found herself fantasizing about what could have made Alexia so conflicted.
After taking a deep and hearty draught of her pipe, the queen exhaled hard, letting out a heady cloud stained by purple sunlight.
The cloud broke apart. Alexia stood over her.
Before the Queen could speak, Alexia’s supple form dove upon her, breasts and belly and legs straddling the Queen, her warm wet flesh grinding softly through the Queen’s robe.
“No.” Alexia whispered, her breath hot against Nyxana’s cheek.
Confusion wracked Nyxana. “W…what?”
“You said you were going to let me rest.” Alexia’s green eyes drove hard into the Queen’s, her words spat through gritted teeth. “The answer is no. I don’t want to rest! I want to do things to you!”
“I…” Nyxana struggled for words, trying to remember her strength. “I-I could kill you both for this… I-I would have to flayed, tortured, begging for…”
“Shut up!” Alexia spat. Something inside Nyxana quivered at her words.
“I’m done! All my life I’ve had to suppress everything! I’ve had old men over me telling me how sinful I am and how I have to play nice with everyone, less the Gods hate me. And whenever I get the slightest bit of joy, whenever I felt like I can break down and let someone in, those same old fucks take them away from me, threatening me with the same if I don’t behave.”
The Queen’s body was tense with fear. Perhaps this was a mistake. What lunatics had the expedition brought back? Some barbarian? Violent thug? Insane person?
“Well I’m done,” Alexia voice went low again. “I don’t know if you are a demon sent to take me to hell or if this is hell or me and Echo are saints and you’re testing our faith in the Gods. I don’t care anymore.” As she spoke, she clumsily clawed at the metal buckle in front of the Queen’s robe, finally unlatching. “All I care about is what I want.”
“And…” Nyxana stopped herself, then started. “w-what do you want.”
In one downward pull, Alexia ripped open Nyxana’s robe, leaving her pale hard flesh bare. Nyxana finally surrender a whimper.
Alexia leaned in close. “I want to fuck you.”
The Queen’s tension melted, her body warming with fervor as some long forgotten lust overtook her. “F…fuck me?” Nyxana felt shocked at how meekly she said the words.
Alexia collapsed onto her, legs pinning her down by her hips as she pinned her hands above her head. Alexia madly wriggled her body as to rub and grind, enjoying the pleasant friction and heat. The wet feeling of her hot and burning tongue seared and agonized Nyxana’s neck. Just so slightly, the hair of alexia’s sex brushed against the Queen’s clit, unleashing a torrent of prickly agony between her thighs.
Suddenly, the Queen found herself desperate, Nyxana’s legs locked around her new pet’s thighs. Like an animal in heat, she ground her moistening sex against her mistress. Alexia looked down, confused, as Nyxana cooed in pleasure. “Please,” Nyxana licked her lips, her voice sweet. “Fuck me.”
Alexia pushed away, grabbing her new slaves’ body and turning it over before sitting on it once again. Grabbing the discarded leather belt, she struck it against Nyxana’s ample rear, sending a hard stinging pain through her ass. Nyxana squeaked as Alexia forced her onto her hands and knees.
And then Nyxana, for the moment, was no longer the Queen.
“No!” Alexia pulled her hair, forcing her head back, pressing herself against her new thrall’s back like a beast getting ready to rut its mate. “You don’t get to be fucked yet.” Her voice was hard, primal. “First, I’m going to ask you some questions.” Nyxana felt her new Queen’s fingers against her snatch, their hard calloused flesh grinding hot and slick against her clit. “Every time you say something and I think you’re telling the truth, I’ll reward you.” Alexia brought her fingers to the Nyxana’s mouth. Without thinking, Nyxana’s tongue danced over them, savoring the taste of her own juices.
“O-oh, my pet,” Nyxana moaned out, finding it inside herself to giggle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this a long time, haven’t y…” She yelped out again as Alexia brought down the belt against her thighs.
“And every time I think you’re lying or think you’re being cute, I’ll find a new way to punish you. Are we clear?”
Nyxana was silent, unsure of what this game was. It frightened her, terrified her. For the first time in forever, she felt powerless, afraid, terrified of what this unevolved animal from some backwater planet could do to her. She was not a Queen in this woman’s arms. She was an animal to be tamed. A quivering thrall. A princess of a defeated kingdom awaiting ravishment and enslavement at the hands of the victor.
Nyxana knew not what this game was. All she knew was that it was fun.
It’s not like I’m powerless. I can call my guards if she does something I don’t like… so what’s the harm in playing this game?
The new Queen twisted at Nyxana’s nipple, causing her to collapse onto the bean-sack.
“I said are we clear!?”
“Yes! Yes please!” Nyxana pleaded, her pleas evaporating into sobbing.
Alexia t
ook in a breath as she broke her flesh from her prey, pacing frantically back and forth.
Nyxana looked over her shoulder, her meek, doe-like gaze catching the attention of her predator.
“Stand up. Put your hands against the wall.” Alexia gestured to the iron latticed wall behind Nyxana, separating her veranda from her bedchamber. Nyxana bit her lip, her legs quivering together. Alexia shook her head, snarling as she unfurled her belt and whipped at the ground before Nyxana. The hard crack sent a jolt through Nyxana’s flesh. “Wall!” roared Alexia. “Now!”
Nyx scurried to her feet, racing to the lattice and setting her hands on it.
“Good…. Very good.”
Through the gaps in the lattice, Nyx could make out the sleeping form of Echo bundled beneath the sheets.
“Now,” Alexia twirled the belt in her hands playfully. “You are going to refer to me as… mistress? My lady? No! My Queen! ‘I prefer my guests to refer to me as my queen!’” Alexia mocked Nyxana’s regal tone then laughed darkly. “Now… where are we?”
“Y…you are in my palace.”
There was the sound of something cutting air, followed by the sting of Alexia’s belt on her ass. Nyxana squealed, the pain trickling through her body.
“What did I say about being cute?” Nyxana didn’t answer, but cried out. Inside, Echo sat up suddenly, running her hands through her platinum hair.
Alexia pressed herself against Nyx’s back, pulling back her hair. “What did I say?”
“Y-you said you would punish me.”
Alexia cracked her whip. “Punish me…my what?”
“Punish me… my Queen?”
Alexia released her raven hair, a sense of relief soothing the pain. “Right. Now. Where are we exactly?”
Nyxana took a breath, composing her voice. “You are in the city of Argo on the planet Kysis. Fourth planet from the star we call Cassia Prime, within the star cluster we call Orgossia Prime within the Alpha quadrant of the known galaxy.”
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