Jun 032020
 

Explorer’s Log: I have completed my survey of the star system designated “The Queen’s Bottomless Throat,” by Royal Astronomers. There are fifteen planets and all of them are occupied and used by the Goxx. They even colonized a volcanic world, which just seems unsafe to me. They support multiple industries on each planet and have a remarkable infrastructure. I have highlighted the worlds must desirable for conquest, but honestly, the Queen will want all of them.

The locals have been friendly and cooperative as usual. I have received an invitation to meet with a Champion that resides on the 12th planet. This one is the Champion of Cooking and yes, I double-checked with the authorities that I heard that correctly. Apparently, the Champion of Cooking is a beloved favorite of theirs.

I am amused and intrigued. The Champion of Architecture built the greatest artificial satellite I have ever seen. The Champion of Music destroyed countless enemies with her sonic assault. Does the Champion of Cooking cook explosive puddings? Can her bread be used as clubs? It suggests that not all Champions are the military powerhouses that I expected. I will try to learn more when I met this one.

End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I might have been dismissive in my report, but I am honestly looking forward to this encounter. My diet the last ten years has been primarily algae-based food from my synthesizer. It would be nice to eat something that came out of a pot, even if it is some weird alien cuisine.

It started with a lick.

“Here, taste this,” Khucy, the Champion of Cooking said.

The Goxx woman held out her finger. On the end of her grey digit was a glop of something green and iridescent. The glop quivered slightly.

Vaquel opened her lips. The alien placed her finger inside Vaquel’s mouth. As soon as Vaquel closed her mouth, the champion rolled her finger inside Vaquel’s mouth, smearing the glop inside her.

Khucy stared intently at Vaquel. Instead of looking at the black spacesuit that clung to Vaquel’s large breasts, or the belt across her wide hips, or even Vaquel’s short pink hair, the Champion only focused on Vaquel’s lips. She pulled her finger free of Vaquel’s lips and brought her finger to her own lips.

“What do you think?” the Champion asked.

“It’s nice,” Vaquel said.

Khucy shook her head. “Don’t be diplomatic. Tell me what you think. Be honest.”

“It was a little salty, but I liked the creaminess,” Vaquel said.

“Hmm,” the Champion said. She picked up a large blue fruit and dropped it into a bubbling pot. Before the fruit had made a splash, the woman added red powder to a pan containing a thick liquid. She moved back and forth between a dozen active concoctions.

Vaquel took the moment to study her surroundings. As soon as had arrived, the Champion had asked her to lick her finger. They were outside in a beautiful clearing. Various kitchen consoles had been set up in a circle, though Khucy was barely using half of them. Camera drones floated around them, recording the champion’s actions for the enjoyment of the population.

It also gave time for Vaquel to study Khucy herself. She was another Goxx, which meant she had dull grey skin and two tusks that jutted from her bottom jaw. Bright eyes were almost hidden by a low hanging brow. Two black braids jutted from the back of her head, one close to the top of her head and one near her neck. She was plumper than the other Goxx that Vaquel had met but she moved with a confident grace that not even Wizide had. A loose green apron covered her front but judging from her ample naked buttocks, the Goxx wasn’t wearing anything else.

“Here, taste this,” Khucy said. At the end of her finger was a thin coating of pink flakes.

Vaquel stuck out her tongue. Khucy smiled and placed her finger on Vaquel’s tongue. She gently wiped her finger off on Vaquel’s out-stretched muscle.

Was she flirting with Vaquel? It certainly felt that way.

Vaquel retracted her tongue and focused on the flakes. “It is very sweet. Almost too sweat.”

Khucy nodded. She turned back to her pots.

“Do you usually have people taste things from your fingers?” Vaquel asked.

Khucy’s round cheeks turned a darker shade of grey. “No, but the Champion of Music released a song about how talented your mouth was. I wanted to have my own experience.”

Vaquel laughed. She had eaten Wizide’s ass while fingering her two pussies. It was nice to know that the Champion of Music wrote a song about it.

“So, tell me more about this experience you wanted,” Vaquel said.

Khucy laughed. “I also saw your encounter with the Champion of Architecture,” she said.

“You mean when Dymare fucked me in front of a stadium of cheering Goxx?” Vaquel said.

“It was very inspiring,” Khucy said. “Sometimes we meet aliens and they are very guarded. Your species appears to enjoy sensations. As the Champion of Cooking, I feel especially qualified to indulge your senses, and you might be just as qualified to enjoy them.”

Vaquel felt a familiar heat between her thighs. She also felt her stomach grumble. “You may have a point there.”

“Do you mind if I give you a good sniff? I keep catching whiffs of the other Champions and it is so distracting.”

“Sure,” Vaquel sighed. The Goxx had a tendency to spray a smelly scent when they climax. The males do it from the mouth while the females do it from their vaginas.

“I thought I had removed the last of their scent,” Vaquel said.

“Maybe to your nose, but not mine,” Khucy said. She leaned over to Vaquel’s breasts and sniffed. Her nose wiggled.

“Let me help,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button and a seam appeared from her neck to her belt. The weight of her heavy breasts pushed her black suit open.

“Oh, there it is!” Khucy moaned. She rubbed her nose against Vaquel’s dark brown mounds. “Dymare really should eat more vegetables.”

Before Vaquel could respond, Khucy grabbed Vaquel’s hands by the wrists and stood back up. She pressed Vaquel’s hands to her nose and breathed in. The thin apron stretched as Khucy’s massive mounds pushed outwards.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Khucy mumbled. “You were deep inside Wizide when she came! Or maybe you just made her come extra hard.”

“I do my best,” Vaquel said.

“I bet you do,” Khucy said, with an added huskiness to her voice. “Now it is time for me to do mine.”

Khucy let go of Vaquel’s hands and reached for a simmering bowl. Ignoring the heat, she scooped out a white sauce and smeared it across the back of her hand. She offered it to Vaquel.

Vaquel licked her lips. She liked where this was going. Taking Khucy’s hand in hers, she leaned forward slowly. She stretched out her tongue and took a long, slow lick.

“Queen’s tit, that is delicious,” Vaquel said. All intent of foreplay went out the window as she took another lick.

“Describe it, exactly,” Khucy said.

“Like roasted meat, with a slight hint of heat,” Vaquel said. “And a little sweet.” She sucked the last of the sauce from Khucy’s hand.

“Perfect,” Khucy said, pulling her hand away. “Now that I have calibrated what your tastes are, I can make you a perfect meal.”

The Champion turned back to her kitchen equipment. She removed half the pots and dumped their contents into a waste receptacle. The other pots she kept going, but she added fresh ingredients by the handful.

She reached into the top of her apron and pulled out a small object that hung from a necklace. It was a small rod, barely a few centimeters long. She pointed it at the food and a number floated above the object. Khucy nodded and made an adjustment to the heat dial.

“What is that?” Vaquel asked, pointing at the rod.

“That is my Championship Icon,” Khucy said. She started to cut a yellow tuber.

“Oh, what does it do?” Vaquel asked.

“It tells me the temperature of whatever I point it at,” Khucy said.

“What? That’s it?” Vaquel said. “The Icon of Architecture built and destroyed matter in seconds. The Icon of Music blasted monsters. Yours is a thermal meter?”

Khucy held up a finger. “No, it is a perfect thermal meter. It is never wrong.”

“That seems a little weak compared to the other Icons,” Vaquel said.

“Trying cooking with a musical instrument and tell me how it goes,” Khucy said.

Vaquel didn’t have an answer for that so she kept watching. Khucy moved with confidence and an efficiency of energy. She sliced, chopped, stirred and mixed with no wasted movement. A dozen pots and pans sizzled and bubbled but Khucy was never overwhelmed. She was in complete control of her kitchen.

“I am intrigued by your lack of tusks,” Khucy said. “We can only suck and lick each other’s fingers safely. Anything else and we risk hurting someone. When Wizide sang about you using your mouth directly on her body, I realized your species might be more oral than ours. Is that correct? Do you often use your mouth on your partners?”

Vaquel licked her lips. “Yes.” The smells from the pots were making Vaquel hungry, but what Khucy was talking about was awakening a different hunger.

“That is what I thought,” Khucy said. “Go over to the table. I will bring your plate.”

Vaquel walked to the center of the kitchen clearing. There was a table set low to the ground. The seat was a soft pillow directly on the grass. As the sun shone down, Vaquel took a seat on one of the pillows.

Khucy came over to the table. She had lost her apron. Food clung to her neck, nipples, stomach, thighs and the fingers on one hand. Something shiny covered her sex. The Goxx woman climbed onto the table and laid down.

“Do you approve of the plating?” Khucy asked.

“Never seen better,” Vaquel said. She dipped down to take a lick of the cream clinging to Khucy’s nipples.

“No, no,” Khucy said. “Start with my neck. That is the first course.”

Vaquel did as Khucy suggested. She was the Champion after all. She nuzzled against the large woman’s neck. A sharp smell tickled her nose. There was a green liquid clinging to her skin. Vaquel stuck out her tongue and took a lick.

Salt and something spicy kissed her tongue. Vaquel took another lick and then another before sealing her lips to Khucy’s neck and sucking directly.

Khucy moaned. “You like it?” she asked.

Vaquel answered by moving her mouth along Khucy’s neck. She licked and sucked the rest of the green liquid. Warm heat filled her mouth.

When the last drop was gone, Khucy raised one hand. Something yellow and shiny stuck to her digits. It was thick like a glove.

Vaquel took a lick. It tasted nutty. She carefully bit down on the side of a finger. The concoction crumbled into her mouth. It was some sort of egg, whipped and cooked into a scrambled state. There were fragments of vegetable matter in there.

It was delicious. Vaquel eagerly took another bite, nipping Khucy’s finger in the process. The champion shuddered and Vaquel mumbled an apology.

“Don’t worry, your teeth are too blunt to hurt me,” Khucy said.

Vaquel stopped being careful. She bit down hard on a finger to suck all of the delicious egg dish into her mouth. When she sucked one finger clean, she moved on to the next finger and bit down again. One by one, she worked her way through the fingers on Khucy’s hand.

“I know your species likes breasts,” Khucy said, pointing at her nipples. “Eat these now.”

Small brown grains clung to Khucy’s grey breasts. Vaquel stuck out her tongue and took a slow lick. The grains transferred to her tongue. They were coated in a bitter cheese. Vaquel rolled the grains in her mouth and savored them before swallowing.

“Fuck, that is good,” Vaquel said.

Khucy sighed and she visibly relaxed. “That is always good to hear. I might be the Champion of Cooking but every mouth is a challenge. I am glad you like it.”

“The meal is nice, but the plate is even better,” Vaquel said. “Let me show you.”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. Another seam appeared in her black spacesuit, this time over her sex. She pulled at the fabric to reveal her sex covered in pink pubic hair. Vaquel took Khucy’s hand and pressed it to her pussy.

“Oh, you are enjoying this!” Khucy said. Her fingers rubbed the moist bush and the soft lips underneath.

Vaquel groaned and went back to Khucy’s breasts. She opened her mouth wide and clamped down on Khucy’s grain-covered nipple. Her teeth bit down hard as her tongue scraped the delicious cheesy flavor.

Khucy gently rubbed Vaquel’s sex. Her thick fingers moved in slow circles. The carefully movements were in sharp contrast to Vaquel’s frantic licking.

When the nipple was completely stripped bare by Vaquel’s tongue, she moved to the other breast. She had to lean across Khucy’s plump body to do so. Her own breasts spilled out of her open spacesuit and rubbed against Khucy’s massive mounds. Vaquel bit down hard, partially out of hunger and partially out of her own desire to get that giant tit in her mouth.

“It always feels good to feed a hungry mouth,” Khucy said.

Vaquel nodded with a mouth full of tit. She ate the last of the grains and then swirled her tongue around looking for more. When she was satisfied that there was no cheesy goodness left, she came up for air.

“Ready for the main dish?” Khucy said. She tapped her belly. Strips of grilled meat were pressed to her stomach.

“Isn’t this area the key erogenous zone for your species?” Vaquel asked.

“Yes,” Khucy said huskily.

“Good,” Vaquel said. “I’ll be sure to take my time.”

Vaquel dived down and took a bite. The meat stuck hard to Khucy’s skin and Vaquel had to wiggle it free with her teeth. A barrage of spices exploded in her mouth.

Vaquel moaned. Khucy moaned louder.

She took another bite. The meat was covered in a nearly invisible sauce that was tangy and a little sweet. Vaquel pulled the meat from Khucy’s skin by chewing. Each bite pulled another piece of meat free from the alien’s stomach and into her mouth.

“Yes!” Khucy cried out. Her stomach quivered beneath Vaquel’s mouth. She gripped the edge of the table with her free hand. The other hand grinded against Vaquel’s sex, clutching tighter with each spasm.

The plan was to take her time but Vaquel couldn’t help herself. The combination of spices was more flavor than Vaquel had experienced in months. She ate with a ravenous need. Her teeth nipped and nicked the Champion’s skin as she tore the meat strips from her skin.

Vaquel ate the last bite and whimpered. It was all gone. “What’s next?” she asked.

“My thighs,” Khucy breathed.

Vaquel looked at the Champion’s legs. Some sort of leafy white vegetable was wrapped around her thighs. She started to move towards them but stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Khucy asked.

“Just want to get more comfortable,” Vaquel said. She climbed onto the table and then she climbed onto Khucy. Once on top of the plump woman, she turned around so that her sex was above Khucy’s face and Vaquel’s mouth was near the alien’s thighs.

“Much better,” Khucy said. “You have a pretty little bowl.”

Khucy pressed a finger to Vaquel’s sex and pushed in. Vaquel moaned as she was penetrated. The thick finger sunk all the way to the knuckle inside her.

“Don’t forget to eat,” Khucy said.

Vaquel dipped her head down. The leafy vegetable had a sharp smell. Flakes of cheese and bread clung to the leaves. She took a bite and it was refreshingly crisp. A tart flavor filled her mouth.

“Fucking yum,” Vaquel said.

Khucy didn’t answer. She pulled her finger out of Vaquel and put it into her mouth. The loud sound of sucking came from her lips.

Vaquel kept eating. After the meat, the leaves were a lovely change of flavors and texture. The crunch of the leaves made for loud chewing.

“I love your taste,” Khucy said as she plunged her finger back into Vaquel.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Vaquel said as she looked at champion’s pussy. The yellow shimmer on her sex looked like icing.

“Finish your whites first,” Khucy said.

Vaquel obeyed. She ate more of the tart leaves from Khucy’s thighs. It was tempting to just pull the leaves off with her hands but Vaquel limited herself to her mouth. She enjoyed the way Khucy’s thighs trembled when her lips brushed them.

Khucy moved her finger in and out of Vaquel’s sex. Juices spilled from Vaquel’s sex into Khucy’s open mouth.

Vaquel swallowed the last of the white leaves and moved to Khucy’s sex. She took one long lick that started at Khucy’s closest pussy and ended at her second one. Sweet bitterness danced on her tongue.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. “It is incredible.”

“Eat as much as you want,” Khucy said.

Vaquel dived back in. This time she did use her hands. She wiggled three fingers into Khucy’s lower pussy while her mouth sucked on Khucy’s higher sex. As her fingers fucked, her tongue lapped.

Khucy’s hips bucked into the air. Vaquel’s stayed on the champion. She kept licking and thrusting as the grey woman writhed.

Lost in the moment, Vaquel lowered her pussy to Khucy’s face. The alien’s tusks pricked Vaquel’s crotch. Her pelvis popped back up into the air.

“Careful,” Khucy whispered.

Vaquel answered but her mouth was full of the champion’s pussy.

Khucy kept fingering Vaquel’s pussy. She used smooth short strokes like she was churning butter. Juices dripped from Vaquel’s soaked pussy and into Khucy’s willing tongue.

Vaquel licked Khucy’s higher pussy almost clean. She scooted down the woman’s curvy body and lapped at the lower pussy. Yellow frosting coated Vaquel’s face but she didn’t care. She reached deep inside Khucy’s sex with her tongue to get every delicious drop.

Khucy roared. Her body arched with Vaquel’s body on top of her.

A gush of hot liquid splashed into Vaquel’s face, taking Vaquel by surprise. It was Khucy’s musk, being ejected from her vaginas. In the heat of the moment, Vaquel had forgotten about the biological reaction of a climaxing Goxx woman.

Vaquel came seconds later. The hot load of liquid on her face was the final stimulus to send her over the edge. Vaquel screamed her orgasm into Khucy’s unbelievably delicious pussy.

“Grr, not now!” Khucy said. She tapped Vaquel’s ass affectionately. “Get up, please.”

Vaquel pulled her mouth from Khucy’s sticky sexes. Glowing red humanoids floated in the air around them. They looked like Goxx, except they lacked any genitalia and their heads were five times as large.

“What the fuck are these guys?” Vaquel said.

“They are the Judges,” Khucy said. “It means someone is coming who wants to challenge me for my Icon.”

“Tell them to wait, I think I have a few more licks to get,” Vaquel said.

Khucy giggled. “A champion must defend her title at all times. The Judges wouldn’t appear of there wasn’t a worthy challenger coming. I really should clean up.”

“Fine,” Vaquel said and she reluctantly climbed from Khucy’s body. The thick liquid clung stubbornly to her face. “Wait, how does someone challenge for the championship of cooking?”

“Easy,” Khucy said. She sat up and climbed off the table. “We each pick something we want to eat and the other makes it. We taste it and whomever makes a meal that the other person enjoys more wins.”

“Couldn’t you just lie about how much you like it?” Vaquel says.

Khucy snorted. She walked over to a counter and picked up a hose. Water jetted from the hose and sprayed her body. Vaquel sighed at the tiny amount of food that she missed washing away.

“The Judges know, and they decide the winner,” Khucy says. “You should stick around and watch the challenge. It won’t be as fun as our meal, but you might have fun watching it.”

“I think I will,” Vaquel said. “And who knows, by the time it is over, I might be hungry again.”

May 202020
 

Tagatha Fie, seventh child and youngest daughter of Baron Fie and seven hundred and ninetieth in line to the Skull Throne of Euphoria, prowled the hallway. Servants nervously asked if she needed anything. She dismissed three of them outright but sent two of them to her bedchambers for punishment later. The two servants hadn’t done anything wrong, but if Tagatha didn’t get what she wanted today, she planned to amuse herself with tormenting the innocent workers.

Baron Qagustus Fie strode down the hallway. His plump face frowned when he saw his daughter. He shook his head as he approached her.

“Out of the way, Tagatha, I have a meeting,” the Baron boomed.

Tagatha stepped in his way. “I know. That is why I waited here. My maid informed me that you cancelled my trip to the pleasure markets. I demand to know why.”

The Baron came to a stop before Tagatha. He nervously rubbed his belly. Not looking her in the eye, he stood up straighter and addressed the top of her curly brown hair.

“I have decided that it is past time for you to learn the family business,” Baron Fie said. “You are twenty-five and old enough to be responsible like your siblings. Starting tomorrow, you will begin training at the Sonic Munitions Fabricator on the coast. I want you to oversee operations there when you are adequately prepared.”

Cold dread gripped Tagatha’s heart. The horrid day had finally come. Her father expected her to work! She was destined to become a number crunching, efficiency obsessed manufacturer like the rest of her family. It was too detestable to even consider!

“Now out of my way,” Baron Fie said, still staring at the top of Tagatha’s head. “I have an important meeting with a select customer and-“

Baron Fie’s voice trailed off. A black dot appeared on his forehead. A wisp of smoke came from the dot. When the smoke cleared, Tagatha could see the far wall through the hole in her father’s head.

Tagatha opened her mouth to scream. A hand clamped over her mouth. Something hot and small pressed against the back of her dress. It felt like the barrel of a laser pistol recently fired.

“Stay calm,” a voice whispered in her ear.

Baron Qagustus Fie’s body collapsed to the ground. Tagatha felt the urge to scream again but she suppressed it.

“Make a sound, and you die. Understand?” the voice whispered.

Tagatha nodded her head. The strong hand released her mouth. The hot pistol barrel left her back. She looked down but saw nothing there.

There was a disturbance in the air. A hand and arm clad in black fabric suddenly appeared. The hand opened and a small holographic image appeared. It depicted a beautiful woman with long dark curly hair. She wore tight red leather across her perfect breasts. A cruel smile spread across her ruby lips.

Tagatha gasped. It was Queen Erishella. Or a recording of her. Either way, Tagatha found it harder to breathe.

“The bearer of this hologram acts on my authority,” the holographic Queen said. “Show them the same respect you would show me.”

The unknown person closed his hand. The hologram vanished. Tagatha’s heart tried to escape from the cage of her chest.

“Do you recognize the Queen’s authority?” the voice whispered.

Tagatha nodded. Her right arm shook.

“Your family has sold weapons to members of the Gem Moons Resistance, while also supplying arms to the Queen,” the voice said.

Tagatha said nothing. To deny it would be to deny the voice of the Queen. To acknowledge it would be to admit knowledge of treason.

“Your family’s guilt has been judged,” the voice continued. “The punishment for individual members has yet to be decided. Do you understand?

“Y-y-yes,” Tagatha said through stuttering lips. The fact that the Queen’s representative was talking to her instead of executing her was a good sign. It meant there was hope.

“Stand still,” the voice said. The hand in front of her clenched. A small energy blade emerged from the wrist. The field was red in color, matching the Queen’s lips.

The hand turned towards Tagatha. She almost screamed and stopped herself in time. The tip of the energy blade split the fabric of her dress. With a swift downward motion, the blade sliced opened the front of her dress from neck to waist.

The energy blade moved to Tagatha’s throat. It hovered close enough to make her skin tingle. The man’s other hand pulled at her dress. He tore the front of her dress until both of her breasts were exposed to the open air.

The man cupped a breast. His palm and fingers completely enclosed her small tit. Despite her terror, her nipple hardened in response.

“You are going to stay here,” the voice said. “Don’t move your feet for anything. While I am gone, I want you to pinch your nipples. Make sure they are sore and tender by the time I get back.”

The hand vanished. Tagatha listened for footsteps but heard nothing. Was she alone, or was the person still there?

Did it matter? Tagatha had her orders. She grabbed both of her nipples and pinched them. Twin flares of pain lanced her breasts.

“Queen have mercy,” Tagatha whispered. She looked down at the corpse of her father. Selling weapons to the Resistance? That idiot! Was he some sort of anti-royalist? Tagatha thought that was unlikely. He did it purely for the money.

Tagatha grinded her nipples between her fingers. She winced at the discomfort but she kept pinching. There was only one way to survive today and that was to do what the Queen’s assassin wanted.

There were footsteps coming down the hall. Tagatha turned her head, remembering not to move her feet. It was one of her mother’s servants.

“Milady, what are you doing?” the older woman asked. The woman openly looked at Tagatha’s exposed breasts. Like all Euphorians, Tagatha felt no shame in her body, though it irked her to let a servant enjoy the sight of her body without the proper amount of begging first.

“Go away!” Tagatha hissed. Was she allowed to speak? She wasn’t sure.

The servant saw Baron Fie lying on the ground. “Milady! Is that your father?” She ran towards the body and saw the open eyes. “Queen’s blood, he’s dead!”

“Go to the punishment chamber, right now!” Tagatha snapped.

The servant looked at Tagatha and her pinched nipples, and then down at the Baron. She wrung her hands. “Milady, I think you might be in shock.”

Tagatha snarled at the servant. Unconsciously, she relayed that aggression through her fingers and cruelly twisted her nipples. “I will kill you if you don’t leave RIGHT NOW!”

The servant squealed and ran down the corridor.

“Queen’s tit!” Tagatha swore. Her father was dead, the Queen had passed judgement on the family and the damn servants weren’t listening! This day was terrible.

Tagatha looked down at her breasts. Her nipples hurt but was it enough? She felt the rare urge to over-achieve. Gritting her teeth, she pulled nipples away from her body as hard she could.

Agony bit her nipples. Tears sprang to Tagatha’s eyes. She pulled on her nipples as hard as she could and then pulled a little more.

The left nipple popped free from her fingers. Tagatha quickly grabbed it and resumed pulling. The pain seemed to double.

There were more footsteps. Tagatha sighed and turned her head. It was her mother’s servant again, but this time she had a man with her, Captain Peq!

“Milady, what is happening?” the Captain boomed. The handsome man was the Captain of her family’s guard and served as the right-hand man to the Baron. Tagatha had tried to seduce him several times but he always rebuffed her. She had a suspicion that he was fucking her mother.

“Captain, you should go,” Tagatha said.

The Captain was about to speak when his chest suddenly exploded in a red spray. Blood landed a meter away from Tagatha’s feet. The Captain collapsed to the ground to reveal a hovering red energy blade behind him.

The servant screamed. The red blade swung around and bisected her head. The scream died.

Tagatha opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a whimper. Clamping her mouth shut, she twisted her sore nipples. Tears shimmered in her eyes, either from the pain or the graphic violence.

A man appeared in the middle of the carnage. Black fabric covered his body from head to toe. A skintight black mask concealed his face.

“Congratulations, you are still here,” the man said. It was the assassin!

Tagatha nodded weakly. Had he been here the entire time? Or was he stalking the Captain and chose this moment to strike? Neither possibility offered any comfort.

“Let go of your nipples,” the man commanded.

Tagatha did as he said. The pain lessened but Tagatha felt little relief.

The man came closer and Tagatha studied him. The power blade still emerged from the back of his wrist. On his belt was a pistol, a rack of grenades and other weapons that Tagatha didn’t recognize. He was thin, almost too thin, though a prominent bulge was impossible to miss.

The man stood in front of her and brought his free hand to her breast. He lightly pressed down on the nipple. Tagatha winced in pain.

“Good, you can follow directions,” the man said. “Stand still.”

The man touched the tip of the power blade to Tagatha’s waist. The energy vaporized the fabric of her dress. He worked carefully down her legs, cutting the cloth open as he worked.

Tagatha shuddered and fought it as best she could. The power blade could cut her open with a touch. No matter how hard her heart beat, she refused to shake.

The man cut his way down her dress and then cut across to her other foot. As carefully as any tailor, he worked his way back up Tagatha’s other leg. He returned to his initial cut and completed the circuit.

The front of Tagatha’s dress fell to the ground. A window now exposed her underwear and legs down to her shoes. A flimsy swathe of lacy fabric covered her hairless sex.

“Keep your feet where they are and stroke yourself,” the man commanded. “I want those panties soaking wet by the time I come back. Also, keep your nipples in their tender state.”

Tagatha nodded. She put her hand between her legs and pressed down on the thin fabric. To her surprise, she was already wet.

The man took a step back and vanished again. There was no shimmer in the air or prismatic shift like you get with most invisibility fields. One moment he was there and the next, he was gone.

Was he still here? Maybe he lingered to see if Tagatha was obeying his orders. She had no way of knowing.

Tagatha rubbed her pussy through her underwear. The lace caught on her fingertips but she kept rubbing. She had chosen these panties because she had planned to go to the pleasure markets and the lace would have been a wonderful sensation as she slowly soaked them. Now she was soaking them not for her pleasure, but for the pleasure of the Queen’s assassin.

Who was he? Was he even a he? The skintight uniform he wore left little to the imagination but you could never be sure. The bulge between his legs suggested that whatever gender they were, they were packing something impressive.

There was a beep. It came from the dead Captain’s wrist communicator.

“Captain, come in! Jutus is dead! His throat has been slashed!”

Tagatha froze in mid-stroke. Jutus was her eldest brother. He was a cruel bastard and a ruthless businessman. She had always assumed he would murder father, but now he is dead for the sins of the family.

The communicator beeped again. Multiple voices tried to get the attention of the deceased Captain.

“Captain, the armory has been sealed! No one can get in!”

“Captain! The Baroness is dead! What should we do?”

“Captain, someone killed Zeo and Diero!”

“Captain, respond! Respond!”

Tagatha stroked herself in a frenzy. Her mother was dead. The old woman seemed immortal and untouchable and now she was gone. Zeo and Diero, her sister and brother and partners in so many terrible cruelties, were finally given the justice they had long deserved. The casualties were rising and the guards were useless. Tagatha’s only hope was to finger her pussy until her panties were dripping wet.

Her nipples! Tagatha had forgotten about them. Keeping one hand on her pussy, she used her other hand to grab a tit. The nipple was tender to the touch but Tagatha pinched it anyway. A whimper escaped her lips.

The communicator stopped beeping. Did the guards realize the Captain wouldn’t answer them? Or were the guards themselves no longer among the living?

Tagatha stroked harder. She rutted against her finger. The thin panties stuck to her damp lips. Shivers of fear and lust made her thighs tremble.

Where was the assassin now? Was he stalking one of her brothers? Perhaps he was disposing of more guards. Could he be here right now, watching her?

Another shudder ran through Tagatha. She hoped he was watching. Her life depended on proving her submission to him. He needed to see her rubbing her wet pussy. It was important for him to see how hard she was torturing her nipples.

Tagatha moaned. Desire flowed from her pussy. She was terrified, but also terribly aroused. Had she gone mad from the shock of her family’s execution? Or was she simply responding to the complete domination of the Queen’s representative?

Either way, Tagatha was approaching climax. Was she allowed to come? The assassin hadn’t forbidden it, but he hadn’t exactly commanded it either. Tagatha’s normal instinct was to look for a loophole to satisfy her selfish desires, but for once in her life, she erred on the side of obedience.

Tagatha pulled her fingers away from her sex. She brought her wet fingers to her other nipple and pinched. The pain should have muted the pleasure between her legs, but it only enhanced it instead.

Something pressed against her panties. Tagatha jumped but she stayed in place. She felt the bridge of a nose nuzzle against her drenched panties, followed by the contours of a lip.

The sensation stopped. The Queen’s Assassin suddenly appeared in front of her. There was a damp spot on the black mask where his nose and lips were.

“Squat down on your heels,” he commanded.

Tagatha obeyed. She lowered herself to the floor. The bulge was directly in front of her face. The assassin pressed something on his waist and a seam appeared along the ridge of the bulge. A thick pale cock sprung from the clothing, fully erect.

Tagatha’s lips opened in desire. She wanted that cock. It belonged to the man who was destroying her family but she didn’t care. She wanted to take it between her lips and show her adoration.

But she stayed where she was. Her life was at stake. Tagatha wouldn’t do a thing until commanded.

The assassin grabbed the back of her head and pulled. Tagatha opened her mouth wide and took the thick cock into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and kept going. The assassin pinned her face to his crotch as his cock pulsed in her mouth.

The hand moved away from Tagatha’s head. “Suck,” he commanded.

Tagatha moaned and slid her head back. Her tongue traced the veins of his cock as she moved. She sucked hard enough to make her cheeks pucker.

When she reached the tip of his cock, she let her tongue lick once, twice, thrice and a fourth time before slowly sliding back down the hard length of his member. Centimeter by centimeter she took his phallus until her chin rested on his hairless balls. She opened her lips and struck her tongue under his back to flick his balls before resealing her lips around him. Then she moved back up and repeated the process.

On the fifth cycle of slow sucking, a loud explosion was heard from above. The walls shook. Tagatha nearly fell over but she kept her balance. She paused and looked up at the assassin.

“Someone finally made it to the panic bunker,” the assassin said. “I’ll figure out who it was when I analyze the debris field.”

The assassin’s cock pulsed in Tagatha’s mouth. Tagatha closed her eyes and continued to suck him.

“Enough,” the assassin said. He pulled out of her tight lips with a ‘POP’. “Bend forward and get on your knees. I want your face on the floor and your ass in the air. Keep your pussy wet for me.”

Tagatha nodded and the assassin tucked his cock back into his pants. He vanished a second later. Once more, she was alone. Maybe.

There was no time to think about that. Tagatha leaned forward and got on her hands and knees. She looked down at the ground. There was blood on the floor. It was probably from the Captain’s chest. Tagatha was tempted to pivot away from the blood.

No, she knew better. Tagatha turned her head and leaned forward. The blood was warm against her cheek. A chill ran up her spine. Unsure what to do with her hands, Tagatha kept them planted on the floor.

Blood rushed to Tagatha’s head. Her ass was in the air but the back of her dress covered it. Should she move it? The assassin hadn’t mentioned her dress. Would he reward her initiative or punish her for moving outside his commands?

Thinking of which, what was the assassin going to do with Tagatha? Her father had betrayed the Queen. Did Queen Erishella in her infallible wisdom consider the family guilty as well? Was it possible that the assassin was merely delaying Tagatha’s inevitable execution so that he could enjoy her body?

Another chill went down Tagatha’s sloping spine.

Wait, the assassin did say that punishment for individual members had yet to be decided. It was possible that death might not be Tagatha’s fate today. She could be punished in public as a lesson for others. She could be sentenced to a year of being a public whore for the unemployed and the less fortunate. Or worse, the assassin could decide to send her to a slave trainer so that she could begin a life of servitude.

Another idea sprung to life. Perhaps the assassin would take Tagatha with him. He would make her his personal bed-slave and commit so many delicious assaults on her body. She would have no family, no wealth and no choice as the cruel assassin fucked her wet pussy with his thick pale cock.

Tagatha moaned. She quickly reached back and grabbed the hem of her dress. It was awkward, but Tagatha managed to pull her dress up and over her ass while still keeping her cheek to the floor.

There was a beep. Someone was trying to contact the Captain.

“Captain? Anyone there? I can’t find an-ERRK!”

Tagatha realized she had forgotten about her pussy. She pressed her hand to her pussy. The panties were still damp. She moaned as she slid her fingers up and down. There was nothing to worry about. She was still dripping wet.

Time dragged on. Tagatha waited and stroked her pussy. When was he coming back?

A laser fired. It sounded close.

Tagatha kept stroking.

The Captain’s communicator beeped but no one spoke.

Tagatha stroked harder.

The lights flickered but stayed on.

Tagatha felt her orgasm starting to come so she stopped.

Something pounded on the floor. Tagatha realized it was the sound of her pulse.

“Good,” a voice said. “You learn quickly.”

Tagatha sobbed. It was the assassin!

Something sharp nicked Tagatha’s ass. She winced at the pain and felt her panties fall apart. Gloved hands grabbed her hips. Something thick and warm pressed against her pussy from behind.

A hard cock entered Tagatha. She moaned and kept her cheek to the floor. Her hands gripped the floor as the thick member filler her sex.

“Your family is dead,” the assassin said. “You are the last survivor.”

Tagatha answered with a moan.

The assassin fucked her. Long, precise thrusts entered her pussy. Gloved fingers dug into her hips with painful strength.

“Queen Erishella wants the production of her weapons to continue,” the assassin said. “You will see that this happens.”

Tagatha frowned. “I, uh, don’t know how to run the factories.”

The assassin stopped. His cock pulsed inside Tagatha. One of the gloved hands let go of her hip.

“Are you refusing your call to service?” the assassin asked.

“No, no, no!” Tagatha said. She pushed back against the assassin’s cock. “I am just admitting my weakness. I don’t want to disappoint the Queen!”

“Hmm, keep doing that,” he said.

Tagatha fucked the assassin. It was difficult from her position but she kept doing it. She humped the assassin’s cock with ass in the air and her face pressed to drying blood.

“I will inform the Queen of your concern and suggest she send you someone to train you,” the assassin said. “I will let her know of your eagerness to obey.”

“Yes,” Tagatha moaned.

“You may climax,” the assassin said.

Tagatha humped faster. The sparing of her life had given her a new surge of energy. She raced towards her orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Tagatha cried as she came.

The assassin grabbed her hips and fucked her again. He locked her place as he pounded her sex. The fury of his thrusts made her frantic humping look lazy by comparison.

“Glory to the Queen!” the assassin cried. Hot seed filled Tagatha’s pussy. The assassin kept thrusting until he had released his entire payload inside her.

And then the assassin pulled out. Tagatha sighed as the thick cock left her. Seed fell from her tender sex.

Tagatha waited for a command. More seed dripped from her sex. Was he gone? Was it safe to stand up?

She stayed where she was. While she waited, her fingers returned to her sex. She was sensitive to the touch, but she gently stroked herself anyway.

“I’ll give him an hour to return,” Tagatha said. She wasn’t taking any chances.

May 182020
 

Since we are stuck at home, my wife and I tried the streaming service, Shudder. As horror fans, this has been a blessing. Shudder has a wide range of horror from the popular franchises like Friday the 13th, to Giallo movies, to weird shit that feels like it came from a video rental store. We have had it for two months and it barely feels like we have scratched the service.

One of those finds was Hell House LLC. Five people who build haunted house attractions come to the small town of Abaddon (first clue this was a bad idea)for their next Halloween-money maker. They buy/use an abandoned hotel (2nd clue) that has some creepy pentagrams already drawn (3rd clue!) in the basement. Hey, free decorations! What could go wrong?

Yeah, a lot. On the first night, people die and others go missing. The town shuts the house down. A group of investigators interview the only surviving member of the original five. Footage from the original five is mixed in with footage from the interviewers to make this movie.

This was a slow movie, but it uses its small budget well and it does some interesting things with your expectations. Turning the group’s asshole into the most sympathetic character is quite a transformation. A lot of the scares are lowkey and darn creepy. One of the best scares is a simple room transformation that still freaks me out to think about it.

Hell House 2 picks up a few years later with another investigative group looking into the Hell House. At this point, Hell House has become an urban legend and the town has had to set a police car outside the house to keep people from going in. The new group of heroes includes a psychic, the surviving member of the previous movie’s investigators, and some video journalists who really should have known better.

To my surprise, this movie does a great job of expanding on the mythos of Hell House and gives us a better idea of what exactly happened in the first movie, without demystifying the creepiness. I feel like if you didn’t like the first movie, you should wait until seeing the second to pass judgement.

This movie also does a great bit where it plays off the idea of the house becoming an urban legend. We get a lot of found footage scenes of other people going into the house for YouTube dares and other terrible reasons. It is almost a weird anthology of micro-short stories of Hell House trespassers. I could almost watch a movie that was just these short stories on their own.

In Hell House 3, a producer decides to stage Faust at the Hell House hotel. Two documentary people are there to film it. More weird shit happens. The fate of the Earth is at stake.

This movie has the largest budget as well as the largest cast. I didn’t find it as creepy as the 2nd movie, but to my great delight, it wrapped up the series in a very plausible and satisfying way. How many times do you get to say that about a horror franchise? The ending was great, and it almost warrants a second watch to see how everything lines up.

Now I will be honest. One of my comfort food genres is stupid people going where they don’t belong. The Hell House series scratches that itch and does it well. All three movies are found footage, which is another weakness of mine. I know some people can’t stand those movies but since a lot of the footage is from fixed cameras set up by the various groups, there is a lot less shaky camera nonsense than you get in other movies.

I highly recommend checking Hell House out.

May 132020
 

Felicia Grafal Flores watched television. It was a sexy show about a woman who was in a love triangle with a clone and a robot while fighting an evil corporation. The woman was currently tied up and getting threatened by women in suits. Despite the danger, the woman was clearly aroused by her interrogators. The suit women appeared to feel the same. Could the heroine seduce both women into letting her go?

The show cut to a commercial for the Delight Channel. Felicia sighed and turned the television off. It was her favorite show but she wasn’t feeling it today. For that matter, she wasn’t feeling much of anything.

It was this damn coronavirus. The global pandemic ravaged the world and the best way to fight it was to stay home and wait it out. That was fine a month ago, when Felicia had grand plans to bake bread, catch up on smutty shows and maybe paint the bedroom but now Felicia was tired of bread, the bedroom remained unpainted and television was beginning to bore her.

Felicia thought about her husband, Emil. When the self-isolation orders came down, they spent the first week fucking each other’s brains out. That slowed down to once a day and now once every other day. The sex was still good, but it just wasn’t the same without the stories Felicia used to tell.

Emil was down in the basement, working on something secret. He asked her not to come down until it was ready. Felicia wondered if his story of working on something was just an excuse to spend some time alone for a few hours. If that was the case, she didn’t blame him. Truth be told, she had enjoyed the time alone at first but now she had that some restless urge to go somewhere new.

The basement door opened. Emil poked his head out. “Gato, come here please.”

Gato was Emil’s pet name for Felicia and she knew something was up. Maybe he really was working on something. Excitement tingled between Felicia’s thighs. She wished that she was wearing something sexier than her yoga pants and pink t-shirt but it was too late for now.

“What is it, Perro?” Felicia said. She stood up and walked to the basement door.

Emil came up the stairs and held the door open for her. He licked his lips as he looked at her in her frumpy clothes. “You should go see for yourself. Come back up when you are done.”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Felicia said. “I’ve been to the basement hundreds of times. It has to be some place new.”

Emil put his hand to his chest in an act of faux-shock. “Pardon me, my love. I didn’t realize you were too busy today to give this a try. By all means, please return to your TV and your baking.”

“You have a point there,” Felicia said. “Okay, but don’t get too disappointed if it doesn’t work.”

“How can I be disappointed when I am stuck in a house with a beautiful wife?”

“Go take a shower,” she told him as she headed down the stairs.

“Be safe!” Emil said as he closed the door.

Felicia descended the steps. There was a blue curtain covering the foot of the stairs. It was the ugly one Emil’s mother gave them for Christmas. They only broke it out when she came to visit for Christmas.

She reached the curtain and pulled it aside. Instead of the open basement, there was a short corridor with white sheets for the walls. The sheets were nailed to the roof of the basement. At the end of the makeshift corridor was another pair of old curtains.

Felicia smiled. This was clever. She had her doubts that it would work, but she admired Emil’s creativity. The least she could do was give it a try.

Through the curtains was another corridor of sheets going to the left and right. Felicia recognized the striped sheets. They were hand-me downs from her sister’s family. To the right was an old beach towel and to the left was another old white sheet, stretched out to form half a door.

“We should really donate this stuff,” Felicia thought to herself. If they had enough old stuff to make a maze, they were overdue to a trip to the charity store.

Felicia went left and through the sheet. The bright light hurt her eyes. She was in a hallway with white walls. The wall to her left had the words, “NINETY-THREE” written in giant letters. The hallway continued and then split to the left and the right.

The sheet was still behind Felicia, though it looked a bit cleaner than she remembered. She was tempted to peek and make sure her basement was still there but she resisted. Once you enter somewhere new, sometimes it only took one step to return home.

Felicia walked down the corridor. There was a poster to the right.

Be Careful!
Be Safe!
Be Quiet!

Felicia kept walking. There was another poster further down. It was a hand clamped over a man’s mouth. The man’s eyes bulged in fear. Above his face was a warning.

“Loose Lips Sink Homes!”

Felicia didn’t like this. There was an air of danger to this place. New places had never harmed Felicia, but there was always a first time. Maybe she shouldn’t have tried this so close to her home. It would be safer to go back now.

Two women walked into the intersection. There were dressed in short sparkly tunics that barely covered their asses. The tall woman was as dark as night with a bald head while the short woman was the palest woman Felicia had ever seen with short white hair. They paused at the intersection and looked at Felicia. Both of them beckoned to her.

Felicia walked over to them. She almost said something but stopped herself.

Once they saw that Felicia was coming, they walked down the corridor. They didn’t wait for Felicia to catch up so she didn’t hurry. It also let her catch a view of their lovely asses as the tunics kept riding up.

There was another poster. It showed a short cartoon. In the first panel, a woman was walking and whistling. On the second panel, there was a crack in the wall beside the whistling woman. In the third panel, there was a hole in the wall and a tombstone on the ground.

Felicia frowned at the poster. She looked back towards the sheet still stretched across the hallway. Then she looked back at the women and their cute buttocks peeking out from the hem of their tunics.

The women stopped at a door. It was only a few meters away. The door opened and went in.

Felicia walked quickly to the door. There was no knob but the door slid open on its own. Felicia noticed that it didn’t make a sound.

There was a line of people going into another door. The two women that Felicia had been following got in line. Felicia joined the line and waited for the women to greet her.

The short one turned to Felicia. She made a series of gestures towards Felicia. It looked like sign language, but quicker than any signing Felicia had ever seen.

Felicia shrugged and shook her head.

The short woman looked at her sadly and nodded. Felicia had the impression that woman pitied her.

The line moved quickly. A man stood at the door. He wore green coveralls from neck to foot. The man reached into a bin and handed something to the next in line. The person took the object and then walked through the door.

Soon it was Felicia’s turn. The man reached into the pin and then handed her the object. It was a round black ball with straps. It was a ball gag!

Felicia took the gag. This wasn’t her first ball gag. There was something stamped on the front of the ball. It was a white bat.

The man motioned Felicia through the door. She nodded and moved on towards another self-opening door.

A large room was on the other side. Men and women mingled silently. Some wore the sparkly tunics while others had overalls of different colors. Some women wore expensive looking gowns while some of the men wore flowing robes. A surprising number of people wore simple clothes that resembled Felicia’s own outfit of yoga pants and t-shirt.

Each and every one of them wore their gag.

Felicia put hers on. The ball was a little too big but she forced it in place. Her teeth bit into something a little like rubber. She wrapped the straps around her head. It clasped in place, and then the straps tightened on their own. Felicia was alarmed at first but the constriction was a perfect fit.

A man walked up to her. He had a fuzzy red beard and wore a robe made of deep green colors. There was a rose on his gag. He looked at Felicia’s gag and his shoulders slumped. Before Felicia could do anything, the man walked away.

Felicia wasn’t sure what that was about. A tall pale woman with no hair came up to Felicia. She squinted at Felicia’s ball gag and shook her head. There was a yellow fish on her gag.

Some people had paired up and were undressing. Felicia watched with envy. The couple were diverse in their combinations. A handsome man tugged on the cock of a filthy looking man. The pale woman that Felicia had followed her was getting her ass grabbed by a man in a robe. Two women were fondling each other through their tunics.

A woman approached Felicia. She was one of the pale ones. Her hair was longer than the others, a flowing white cascade of curls that touched her shoulders. A sparkling tunic barely contained her large breasts.

A white bat, the twin of Felicia’s, was on the woman’s ball gag.

The woman smiled as much as the gag allowed. She signed something that Felicia didn’t understand. The woman didn’t wait for a response. She pulled Felicia into an embrace. Her plump breasts pressed against Felicia’s own generous mounds. The woman’s hands moved down to Felicia’s ass and grabbed firm handfuls.

Felicia giggled. It had been too long since a stranger squeezed her butt. She nuzzled the woman’s neck, pushing her way through white hair that smelled like daisies. The gag prevented her from kissing the woman’s skin, though the woman did moan as Felicia rubbed her ball gag against the woman’s shoulder.

The light in the room flickered. The woman broke the embrace. There was excitement in her pink eyes. She took Felicia by the hand and pulled her to the side.

Sections of the floor opened up. Curious pieces of furniture rose up from the ground. Some of the furniture were simple platforms with cushioned edges, while others were more complex with seats, pulleys and attachments that looked like cocks.

The pale woman led Felicia to one of the stranger pieces. It was two seats opposing each other, connected by a beam that shifted back and forth. A double-ended phallus was balanced on a rod between the two seats. It was clear that the people sitting were meant to share the phallus.

People began to undress. Felicia watched as the pale woman pulled her tunic up and over her head. The paleness of her skin extended to her areoles which were nearly invisible. A sheen of white fuzz covered the woman’s sex lips. A tattoo of a something that looked like a circuit board was on her right thigh.

Felicia stripped as well. The pale woman watched hungrily as Felicia peeled off her t-shirt to reveal her heavy brown tits. Felicia shimmied out of her yoga pants to reveal her white panties. The panties were already damp. Felicia pulled her underwear down to expose her own dark hairy bush.

The pale woman took Felicia’s hand and helped her sit in a chair. The seat was plastic but surprisingly warm. The woman spread Felicia’s legs and showed her were to place her feet. When Felicia was in place, the woman pulled the phallus towards Felicia’s sex. She guided the thick pseudo-cock to Felicia’s pussy and pushed it in.

The phallus was warm. Felicia moaned as the dildo slipped in. She looked around for something to hold onto but the seats lacked armrests.

The pale woman climbed into the seat opposite Felicia. She slipped her right leg over Felicia’s left and placed her left over Felicia’s right. The seats moved closer together through some unknown mechanism until the two women were face to face. The pale woman guided the other end of the dildo to her sex. The phallus extended towards the woman. Felicia felt her end of the dildo pull back but thanks to the extension, it didn’t leave her pussy.
Felicia reached for the woman’s large pale breasts. Her thumb rolled over a tiny nipple. With her other hand, she cupped the pale woman’s other breast and lifted. The heavy weight felt lovely in her hand.

The pale woman leaned into Felicia’s touch. The seats shifted and the dildo slid deeper into Felicia. As Felicia shuddered, the woman flexed her legs and the seat moved forward. The dildo pulled back inside Felicia.

Felicia understood. She flexed and pulled with her legs. The seat slid forward and the dildo pushed inside of her with ease. A flex of her legs and the dildo pulled back.

The gag muted Felica’s moans.

Together, the two women worked together to rock back and forth. The dildo slid between them, fucking them both un unison. As the dildo pushed inside Felicia, the other end withdrew from the pale woman’s pussy. When the dildo withdrew from Felicia’s wet sex, the other end plunged inside the pale woman. It was a miracle of engineering.

The other people in the room were engaged in similar activities. Two men fucked a box from both ends. A woman humped a man strapped to a swing. A pair of women shared a dildo similar to what Felicia was experiencing except the dildo went into their ass.

Not a single moan was heard. The squishy sounds of sex were broken by the occasional squeak of a seat or the staining of a strap. It was as quiet as a church.

The pale woman touched Felicia’s pussy with her fingertips. A slender thumb pressed against Felicia’s lips. It rubbed up and down as the dildo pumped in and out.

Felicia bit down on the gag. She ignored the lovely dildo and focused on the woman’s grinding touch. After weeks in her house, she was desperate for the touch of someone who wasn’t her husband.

A warm feeling washed over Felicia as she thought of her husband. What would he do if he was here right now? He would probably suck on one of her tits as she humped the other woman. His hand would be on her thigh so he could feel every flex as she slid back and forth. Or maybe he would strip off Felicia’s gag and make sure she didn’t talk by stuffing his cock down her throat?

The pale woman moved faster. The seats picked up speed and the dildo hammered Felicia’s pussy. There was a glaze to the pink eyes in front of Felicia. Drool fell from the woman’s gagged lips.

Felicia matched the pale woman’s speed. There was the most exercise her legs had performed in weeks. She held onto the woman’s milk-white breasts for support. Her fingernails bit into the soft flesh.

The pale woman locked eyes with Felicia. Her shoulders shook with involuntary shudders. She let go of Felicia’s pussy lips and shifted her grip to Felicia’s breasts. Her pale fingers sunk into brown mounds.

Together they held onto each other as the fucked. Harder and faster the seats shifted. The sound of the dildo ramming their sexes grew louder. They raced towards their pleasure.

Felicia came first. Bliss exploded between her thighs. She cried out and the gag turned her scream into a muffled hum.

The pale woman kept going. Felicia screamed again as the dildo fucked her sensitive pussy. Unable to think, Felicia squeezed harder with her hands around the woman’s pale tits.

A few thrusts later, the pale woman came. She came to a sudden stop and her knees cinched together. Spasms ran down her legs. her eyes clenched shut as her fingers slowly let go of Felicia’s breasts.

They sat together in exhausted bliss.

The lights flickered from red, to blue to green.

The pale woman pulled the dildo from her body. It was coated in her juices. Felicia did the same and then they untangled their legs from one another. The pale woman stood up first and helped Felicia dismount.

The rest of the room was disengaging as well. There was a quiet efficiency that impressed Felicia. They had done this before. No one lingered.

The pale woman signed something quick to Felicia. Red handprints decorated her pale breasts. Before Felicia could respond, the woman grabbed her clothes and walked away.

Lines were forming at the doors that were now open. Few people bothered to get dressed. Felicia picked up her clothes and walked to the exit that she thought she came in on. She joined the line on unsteady legs.

People removed their gags when they reached the door. A box had been set aside to collect them. When Felicia dropped her gag into the box, she saw the gags were soaking in some sort of liquid.

Even other places pay attention to hygiene.

On the other side of the room was the door back to Felicia’s corridor. She recognized the posters and other landmarks. Over the years, she had developed quite a good memory of places. The sheet back to her basement should be right this way.

Felicia considered putting her clothes back on. No, she would leave them off. She wanted to be naked when she got back to Emil. He would want to smell her well-fucked pussy as she told him all about her adventures.

May 102020
 

I caught myself playing Spelunky for the 593rd time today. It is an older game that creates random levels for you to jump, loot and die in. I have gotten to the end several times in the past but not recently. The random generation of levels means every game feels fresh even when you die to a bat for the 592nd time.

It struck me that Spelunky’s random levels were a metaphor for this self-isolation. All of the components of staying home are the same every day but we yearn for a remix of those elements to give us the illusion of experiencing something new. Yesterday I wrote something at night and marveled at the novelty.

I received a few Kickstarter products last week that I tore through. My heart goes out to creators who kept getting their work out there while the rest of the world obsessed themselves with the pandemic. I plan to review a few of them here in the coming weeks. It is important they get remembered and promoted to the rest of the world, but also I need something to hang a schedule on and catching you up on my reading might be the thing that drags me to the keyboard.

Have you created a demon to keep you company during this pandemic? If not, I highly recommend it. Use my journal game, Your Demon Lover to make this isolation period a little less isolated.

What attempts at novelty have you tried lately?

May 062020
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day nine of my fifty-one day journey to the star system designated “The Queen’s Bottomless Throat,” by Royal Astronomers. Space traffic has been heavy with convoys transporting goods. There have been no signs of military ships so piracy must not be a problem. These people will be easy pickings for the Queen’s invasion force.

Because I have met two champions, I have become a sort of celebrity. Transport ships are frequently hailing me to interview me about my encounters. The first two times I answered their questions were fun but the novelty has worn off. They are not interested in me at all, they just want to hear about their beloved champions. I tried stripping and masturbating as I talked, but the aliens still wanted to talk about the champions. I have stopped responding to interview requests.

End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: It has been nine days since I masturbated Wizide’s glorious pussies, and my hands still stink. The musk these alien produce might outlive me.

Vaquel Di stood in the shower. Six nozzles sprayed hot water at her naked brown body. The torrent of water flattened the short pink hair on her head and smoothed the fuzzy pink hair on her pussy. The nozzle turned slowly, directing the powerful streams in sensuous patterns against her body.

As the water soaked Vaquel’s body, the explorer looked at the warning label of the solar sail cleaner. The bottle strictly warned the user to only apply the cleaner to energy cells in order to destroy stubborn particle build-up, but it didn’t say anything about what the consequences might be if used on flesh. Vaquel had analyzed the chemicals and didn’t think any of them were harmful, but she wasn’t entirely sure it was safe.

What Vaquel was sure of was that her hands stunk like alien pussy and she was willing to risk a little epidermal damage to get rid of it.

Vaquel squirted the bottle onto her hands. Yellow foam bubbled around her fingers. There was a tingling sensation that was quite pleasant. Vaquel rubbed her hands together until foam dripped form her hands.

“Doesn’t feel like it is eating my skin,” Vaquel said.

A drop of foam landed on her breast. The tingling sensation felt nice as the foam slid down her breast. It narrowly missed her nipple.

Vaquel thought about pressing some foam to her tits. She also considered rubbing it down to her thighs. The thought of the tingling foam on her pussy lips made he clench.

“I really shouldn’t,” Vaquel said. “I should just keep it on my hands and then after I get out of the shower, check myself with the medical scanner.”

The tingling increased. Vaquel thought about the champion of Music, Wizide, and her magnificent body. She reminisced about Wizide’s muscular gray buttocks. The hot water reminded Vaquel of the heat inside Wizide’s twin pussies. Vaquel began to hum the music Wizide played as she brought Vaquel to multiple orgasms.

Vaquel’s resistance melted. She brought her hands to her large brown tits. The tingling foam clung to her round orbs. Both nipples turned as hard as glassteel.

“Mistress! Get out here quick! We are under attack!”

It was Chairbot, Vaquel’s loyal, and often jealous robot and sextoy. Vaquel opened the latch to the hygiene pod and stepped out. Water and foam dripped from her naked body.

“Who’s attacking us? Is it a ship? Or a space creature?” Vaquel yelled.

“Neither, Mistress!” Chairbot rolled towards Vaquel and halted two meters away. His seat tilted down towards the floor.

“Then what the fuck are you-, Queen’s tit!” Vaquel shouted.

The floor rippled. It bubbled and twisted. The air shimmered. Something brown grew larger and larger.

“Fucking Jonner,” Vaquel said. They were interdimensional pests that were common in this section of space. Vaquel had fought a few hundred of them in the last system she was in. According to Wizide, you needed to kill them quick before they established a home and brought more of them in.

Vaquel stepped around the shimmering floor and went to the weapons locker. The last Jonner she fought was covered in hard shells and were tough to kill. Unfortunately, the best weapons Vaquel had could also wreck the ship if she missed. She skipped over the heavier weapons and almost reached for the power blade when she realized her hands were still covered in tingling foam. Vaquel shook her hands to try to get the foam off. Most of it fell but her hands were still coated in the slippery gel.

“It’s coming through, Mistress!” Chairbot yelled. The purple robot rolled back and forth in a panic.

Vaquel growled and grabbed the power blade. It would require her to get in close but the energized blade could cut through anything. She almost dropped it when she picked it up but she managed to hold onto it.

The brown shape was huddled on the floor but it was getting bigger. It looked like a squatting humanoid. Features became more distinct as it entered Vaquel’s reality. Pink hair crowned the head. Muscles rippled under dark brown skin. The thing lifted its head and opened glowing pink eyes. A handsome mouth opened to reveal a long white tongue.

“Mistress, it looks like one of your people!” Chairbot said.

The robot was right. The Jonner stood up and a large brown phallus hung from its legs. A thick mass of pink pubic hair framed his swinging balls Exquisitely muscular buttocks flex as it stretched.

Vaquel understood what was happening. Wizide said that Jonner took on the characteristics of nearby life. It must have sampled her Euphorian genes to create this form.

The floor solidified. The air ceased to shimmer. The Jonner stretched its arms and uncurled his fingers. He was completely in this plane of existence. The time to kill it was now.

Vaquel stood where she was and licked her lips. That was a nice-looking cock.

Angry buzzing noises came from the Jonner’s mouth. It lashed out backwards with its leg and kicked Chairbot. The purple robot flew down the length of the corridor and bounced off the door to the Navigation Bay. It landed seat down on the ground.

The Jonner rushed Vaquel. She reflexively brought her power blade up and flipped the switch. As the blade activated, the Jonner grabbed the wrist holding the blade with one hand and her throat with the other. With incredible strength, it pinned her to the corridor wall.

Glowing pink eyes pulsed in its skull. The white tongue whipped the air. The remarkably handsome face contorted in malice.

Vaquel struggled to breathe. She tried to move her hand but the Jonner was too strong. With her free hand, she pushed against the creature’s broad chest. The tingling foam made everything slippery but she could feel the hard muscles under her touch.

A surge of desire went to Vaquel’s pussy. It had been over teen years since she had seen another Euphorian male, much less touch one. Technically the Jonner wasn’t a real Euphorian but damn, he was close enough.

The Jonner buzzed louder. The hand around Vaquel’s throat clenched tighter.

Vaquel slid her hand down the Jonner’s firm chest. A tiny trail of foam was left behind. Her fingertips grazed his prickly pubic bush. When she reached his cock, her fingers wrapped tight around it. The thick member pulsed on her hand.

The buzzing subsided. A flush came over the Jonner’s cheeks. The hand around her throat loosened slightly, but not the hand pinning her wrist.

“Oh, you can feel that tingling too?” Vaquel said. “I guess your body is primarily Euphorian in nature.”

She gave the creature a slow tug on its cock. The Jonner shuddered. The monstrous face looked confused.

“Euphorians have a few unique features you might not be aware of,” Vaquel said. She gave the monster’s cock another tug.

The Jonner shuddered again. His eyes were drawn to Vaquel’s large breasts for reasons it didn’t understand.

“We Euphorians possess a high immunity to bacterial and viral infections,” Vaquel said. She stroked the Jonner’s cock with patient slowness. “We also have a slower loss of dermal elasticity compared to most species. More importantly, Euphorians are one of the most sensual species in the known galaxy.”

The Jonner tore its eyes from Vaquel’s breasts and looked at her face. The white tongue undulated as she stroked its cock. The glowing pink eyes began to close.

“I know Jonners like to invade and dominate our reality,” Vaquel said. “But I think I can show you other things to do with your fine body.”

Vaquel turned off her power blade and let it drop from her soapy hand. With the threat of her weapon removed, Vaquel pulled gently on her pinned wrist. The Jonner let her hand slip free. She reached down and cupped the Jonner’s balls with her foam-covered hand.

The Jonner stood up straight. The white tongue stuck straight out and shook. The hand around Vaquel’s throat relaxed ever so slightly.

“See? Isn’t this better than fighting?” Vaquel asked.

The Jonner responded with a low droning buzz. It kept staring at her breasts.

“Do they have tits where you come from?” Vaquel asked. “Here, give it a feel.”

Vaquel let go of the Jonner’s balls and grabbed its hanging wrist. She guided his hand to one of her large brown breasts. Pressing the hand to her tit, Vaquel leaned into his palm.

The Jonner squeezed Vaquel’s tit. Strong fingers sunk into her abundant flesh. As the Jonner squeezed, his cock pulsed harder in Vaquel’s hand.

“There you go,” Vaquel whispered. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

The Jonner buzzed. It let go of Vaquel’s neck and his hand moved down to her chest.

“No, keep that there,” Vaquel said, guiding the Jonner’s hand back to her throat.

The Jonner grabbed Vaquel’s neck again. Vaquel sighed as the strong fingers cinched around her throat. Her back arched and she pushed her tits into the Jonner’s grasping hand.

Vaquel gripped the Jonner’s cock with both hands. There was plenty of his member to hold onto. Her slick fingers slid back and forth. The tingling foam made soft squishy noises.

The buzzing grew louder. Pink eyes clamped shut as the white tongue lashed the air. The strong hand twisted Vaquel’s breast in ecstasy.

“Ow, ow, maybe not quite so hard,” Vaquel said, pulling the Jonner’s hand from her breast.

The Jonner opened its eyes. The mouth buzzed quizzically at her.

Vaquel placed the Jonner’s hand on her other breast, but she guided his hand to slide over her breast instead of grabbing it. She pulled his hand back and forth across her breasts. When she let go of his hand, the Jonner continued to move his hand over her brown mountains.

“There you go, we’ll teach you yet,” she said.

The Jonner paused at one of her nipples. It detected the stiffness of her sensitive nub. The palm pressed down and rubbed back and forth.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel groaned. “Damn, you should see how wet I am.”

Vaquel tightened her grip on the Jonner’s cock and pulled. The hybrid creature took a step forward. Vaquel leaned her hips forward. The tip of the cock grazed her pubic hair. She kept pulling until the head of the phallus rubbed against her slick pussy lips.

The Jonner’s glowing pink eyes grew larger. It let go of her throat and pussy and reached for Vaquel’s sex. Exploring fingers found her sex lips and slipped inside.

Vaquel shuddered. “Oh, you like that? Do they have pussies where you come from?”

The Jonner stepped closer. Vaquel guided its cock into her sex. The Jonner held her sex lips open as its phallus slipped inside of her.

The cock was covered in foam. Vaquel’s pussy began to tingle immediately. The thick member slipped halfway inside her.

Vaquel moaned as the Jonner buzzed.

The Jonner reached down and grabbed one of Vaquel’s legs. It lifted Vaquel’s leg to open her sex wider. The hips shifted and all of the Jonner’s phallus disappeared inside of her.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel moaned. The Jonner pinned her to the wall of her ship with the weight of its body. Her large tits were flattened by the creature’s broad chest. The long white tongue flickered over her ear. The masculine smell of the creature washed over her.

The Jonner’s cock pulsed deep inside of Vaquel. The tingling intensified. She waited for the creature to fuck but nothing happened.

“I thought instinct would have kicked in here but I guess you guys don’t have much of that,” Vaquel said. “Let’s see if you can learn from example.”

Vaquel shifted her hips. She wrapped her arms around the creature and dug her fingernails into the strong back. Standing on one leg, she did her best to hump the Jonner’s cock.

The Jonner buzzed loudly into her ear. The white tongue flailed against the side of her head. Moments later, the creature’s hips moved. It rolled with Vaquel’s hips, joining her in the motion of fucking.

“There you go,” Vaquel groaned. Slow deep thrusts pushed inside of her.

“Mistress! My power has reconnected!” Chairbot yelled. “I will rescue you from our invader!”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Vaquel yelled.

Chairbot rolled towards them at a rapid speed. Without looking back, the Jonner kicked behind him. This time, Chairbot swerved to the side and rammed the Jonner’s other leg.

The Jonner froze in mid-thrust. The thick cock pulsed inside Vaquel. The buzzing came to a stop. It looked down at the purple robot beside its leg. Slowly, it began to pull out of Vaquel.

“Oh, fuck no,” Vaquel said, holding onto the Jonner. “Chairbot, shut yourself down for an hour! Right now!”

“But Mistress!” Chairbot said. He rolled back a few decimeters and rammed the Jonner’s leg again.

“RIGHT NOW!” Vaquel yelled.

Chairbot whined briefly before his speaker lost power. One by one, the lights faded on the purple robot.

“Now you, get back to fucking me,” Vaquel said.

The Jonner buzzed and thrusted inside of Vaquel. The sudden plunge made her gasp. The Jonner smiled, which was especially weird looking with that long white tongue.

“You like it hard?” Vaquel said. “That’s the Euphorian in you. Go ahead, go as hard as you like. I can take it.”

The Jonner buzzed and slammed into Vaquel. Its hips rocked back and forth like a machine. The thick phallus rammed her tingling pussy.

Vaquel cried out. Did the Jonner understand her? Was it smarter than she gave it credit for? Could it figure out how to use tools or the ship?

The hard cock pounded Vaquel’s pussy. She looked into the Jonner’s glowing pink eyes and grinning mouth. No, she didn’t think it understood her. Most likely, the Jonner was just doing what any hard Euphorian would do inside of her.

The sound of hard fucking filled the probe ship. Each thrust slammed Vaquel into the wall. Her ass was starting to hurt as well as her back.

The pain was outmatched by the pleasure in her pussy. The tingling from the foam was starting to fade but the thick cock more than made up for it. Her hard nipples rubbed against the even harder chest of the Jonner.

Pleasure shot through her body. “Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she climaxed.

The Jonner titled its head and looked at her. Did it understand orgasms? Probably not.

It kept fucking Vaquel.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again. She dug her fingernails deeper into the back of the Jonner.

The Jonner pulled out of Vaquel. The sudden absence of its cock made Vaquel feel empty.

“What are you doing? Whoa!” Vaquel cried out.

The Jonner spun Vaquel around and she faced Chairbot’s inert body. A hard shove from behind forced her over the robot’s back. A hard cock pressed against her pussy and then pushed deep inside of her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. The Jonner was deeper than he was before. She hadn’t expected him to innovate a new sex position. How much of it was his natural Euphorian instincts and how much of it was creativity on his part?

The Jonner resumed fucking her. Heavy balls slapped against her thighs. Strong hands grabbed her hips and pinned her in place.

Vaquel hung limply over the back of Chairbot. The pummeling of her pussy took her breath away. She grabbed Chairbot’s arms for support but she was too weak to lift herself up.

The Jonner grabbed Vaquel by the hair. Using one hand, it lifted her head up. It continued to fuck her, steadily gaining speed as well as force.

A giggle escaped Vaquel’s lips. The need to dominate or submit during sex was very familiar to her. This was definitely the Euphorian side of the Jonner coming through.

The Jonner slammed into her. It fucked with a furious desperation. The buzzing frequently turned into breathless grunts before resuming again.

“There you go,” Vaquel groaned. “Fuck me as hard as you can! Fuck me like a Euphorian! Fuck me like a man!”

The Jonner growled. It placed one hand on Vaquel’s ass to keep her in place. The thick cock pounded Vaquel into Chairbot’s deactivated body. The force of his thrusts bruised the back of Vaquel’s thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. Her tits swung wildly as she was fucked. The pulling of her hair helped speed her onto another orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The Jonner grabbed a handful of Vaquel’s ass and squeezed. Sharp nails dug into her round bottom.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again.

The buzzing sound returned. It dropped several octaves and became a low drone. The deeper the buzzing dropped, the harder the Jonner slammed into her wet pussy.

Vaquel came again. She was too lost in the moment to shout her thanks to Queen Erishella. She was nothing more than a sheath for the Jonner’s cock.

The buzzing shifted to a wild spray of strangled notes. A moment later, the Jonner’s cock released a load of seed into Vaquel’s sex. The Jonner froze as his cock pumped multiple loads into her.

The fucking had stopped. Vaquel slowly came back to her body. She playfully clenched around the thick member already starting to wilt inside her.

An almost Euphorian squeal came from the Jonner’s mouth. It pulled out of Vaquel in a hurry and clutched its sensitive phallus with hands. A little unsteady, it leaned hard on the nearest wall.

Vaquel laughed. “Sorry about that,” she said. “They get a bit sensitive after coming. Don’t worry. It will get better and then we can go again.

Vaquel stood up from the back of Chairbot. Her own legs were bit shaky as well, but this wasn’t Vaquel’s first hard fuck. She braced her feet and stretched her back. Seed dripped from her pussy lips.

The Jonner looked at her. The handsome face changed from blissful relaxation to a determined focus. The glowing pink eyes narrowed. It stood up and slowly clenched and unclenched its hands.

“No, no, no,” Vaquel said. “There is no need to go back to fighting. You are all alone here. There is plenty of time to do whatever it is you guys do when you invade places. Don’t you want to fuck some more? I can teach you how to eat pussy.”

The Jonner buzzed. There was a low menace to the sound. It squared its shoulders and took a step towards Vaquel.

“Fine, we can start with a blowjob,” Vaquel said. “You’ll like that, I promise.”

The Jonner lunged at Vaquel. She ducked and this time, she was quicker than the Jonner. Fucking had slowed it down a bit. She dropped to the ground and dived for the power blade.

Vaquel’s fingertips brushed the power blade’s hilt. She tried to pull it her but the yellow foam was still there. Her fingers slid off the slick foam.

The Jonner grabbed Vaquel by her hair. The tender scalp flared with fresh pain as the Jonner pulled Vaquel to her feet. The other hand grabbed Vaquel’s throat and resumed choking her.

“Your choice, idiot,” Vaquel grunted.

Vaquel brought her knee up into the Jonner’s crotch. The glow of the pink eyes flickered. The white tongue extended into a stiff rod. Both hands released Vaquel as the Jonner sunk to his knees.

“Cocks are great until someone kicks one,” Vaquel said. She calmly walked over to her fallen weapon and picked it up. As the Jonner buzzed weakly, Vaquel shook the last of the foam from the hilt and turned it on. A red energy field emerged to form a blade.

The Jonner sensed danger. It tried to stand but its legs didn’t cooperate.

“Here is one last lesson about Euphorians,” Vaquel said. “We really resent it when people we fuck try to kill us.”

Vaquel plunged the power blade into the Jonner’s forehead. The glow vanished from the pink eyes and the white tongue went limp. When she pulled the blade out, the rest of the Jonner went limp as well.

More seed dripped from Vaquel’s pussy. She turned the blade off and pressed a hand to her sex. Did that Jonner infect her? She didn’t have a good grasp on how an interdimensional pest created more links its home dimension. Was she going to have more half-Euphorians to deal with in a week’s time?

Vaquel smiled. If they turned out to be as hung as this one, Vaquel was willing them give them another chance.

Apr 132020
 

Max Gentlemen’s Sexy Business (here fore called MGSB) is a business/dating simulator. You play a formerly ridiculously wealthy person in pseudo-Victorian times who is trying to reclaim their fortune from their Rival. Along the way, you pick up business partners, have hostile takeovers by fistfights and assign people to “buy money.”

It is a very silly game. Thank the Goddess, because Coronapalloza has got me in the dumps and a silly sexy game is just what I need.

The business game itself is not that challenging. It is worker placement with timers. It is a little too similar to some free time-waster games I have played. You assign people, raise some skills, wait to have enough money to spend on other improvements, repeat.

The real game is the dating. MGSB is a fully bisexual game. Men and women will flirt with you, get naked and try to bang you. It is a refreshing attitude. If you prefer, you can set limits on some relationships and the game will let you finish their story lines regardless of your sexual relationship.

The story lines are the best part. Help a handsome writer meet his idol and deal with his psycho fans! And have sex! Help a tomboy detective woman solve her first real mystery! And have sex! Help twelve different unique sexy people deal with their problems! And have sex! And also punch a lot of animals, jerks, poor people and at one point, a train.

Max Gentlemen’s Sexy Business is available on Steam. It is from the same creators as Organ Trail, another favorite of mine you should check out.

By the way, this is my favorite business partner, BonBon Von Valentine, and her remarkable assets.

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Explorer’s Log: I am on my second day of surveying the star system designated “All of the Friends You Would Betray for Your Queen,” by Royal Astronomers. Representatives of the Interplanetary Championship Alliance have been very cooperative in allowing me to scan the eight planets here. Two of the planets are gas giants and currently being mined for precious elements. The other planets are fully inhabited and self-sufficient. They will make great conquests when the Royal Navy arrives.

I have received an invitation to land on the third planet from the sun. The local administrators have directed me to land in their capitol city for a diplomatic exchange. Food and entertainment have been promised. I made it clear that I will need three males and three females of the species for personal research on sexual recreation. The generous administrators have promised me they will provide a dozen partners for these experiments.

But before I do that, I plan to land first at a beach in the Northern hemisphere. Initial scans have picked up readings of rare isotopes originating from this location. There are no signs of industry there and in fact, the place appears to be deserted. Could these aliens not understand the treasure their planet has? For the glory of the Queen, I will check this area out personally. If the administrators ask why I landed on the wrong spot, I’ll blame it on a fault in my navigation computer. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: One of the minerals detected is Orgasmiam! The wonderous metal can induce an orgasm in most sentient beings by touch alone. The last time I encountered that Orgasmiam, I lost count of how many times I came in its presence. I can’t believe the locals aren’t extracting the crap out it.

Vaquel Di stood at the edge of the water. The skintight orange spacesuit clung to her curves and glowed in the fading light of the sun. The atmosphere was safe so she had left her glassteel helmet back on her ship. The wind blew through her short pink hair.

White sand surrounded Vaquel on one side, and clear blue water on the other. Red crabs scuttled around her feet. There were no buildings or signs of visitors, but there were curious dips in the ground that reminded Vaquel of craters.

Vaquel stared at the scanner in her hand. It detected large quantities of Orgasmiam. A second later, it detected no Orgasmiam but high levels of radiation. A moment later, the radiation returned to normal but now there was trace elements of chronal particles. The scanner couldn’t settle on a reading.

“Fuck, did I come all this way because of a scanner error?” Vaquel said.

There was a ripple in the sand. It was like a stone dropped on the surface of the pond, except the ripple was made of sand. It surged back and forth in imitation of the water that stopped just short of it. Most of the small red crabs skittered away from the disturbance, but a few stood where they were. The standing crabs bulged and twisted as Vaquel watched.

The scanner readings fluctuated. It detected toxic gas. The results changed to high levels of bacteria. Now it detected Ogasmiam but only a gram’s worth. The Orgasmiam vanished and now the scanner detected hardened carbon.

The hair on the back of Vaquel’s neck rose. She felt an urgent need to flee. Something weird was happening and she didn’t need to be involved.

But then again, there was that Orgasmiam reading. In a stream of random results, the Orgasmiam appeared to be the only constant, although the quantity fluctuated wildly. Was there a way to isolate and extract the rare super-metal?

Something large and red suddenly materialized on the ripple. It was hunched over and covered in red chitin the same color as the tiny crabs. Steam rose from its shell.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She holstered her scanner and pulled her laser pistol.

The figure stood from its crouch and stretched its long arms. Large pincers were at the end of each arm. Red shell covered most of its body, but the shell was twisted and warped at random places. Cracks appeared in the head as it opened glowing pink eyes. A jaw opened on its hinges to reveal an excessively long white tongue.

“Stay right there,” Vaquel said. She slowly backed away.

The large red creature emitted a low buzzing sound. It didn’t sound friendly.

Vaquel took another step back and the sand shifted under her. She nearly stumbled but quickly regained her footing. The sand she had slipped on was moving like the area the creature emerged from. She looked all around the beach to see multiple ripples in the sand.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel said. Maybe this is why the beach was deserted.

The crab humanoid lunged at her. It was quick but Vaquel was quicker. She stepped to the side and fired her laser pistol at the creature. The red beam seared a spot on the monster’s shell but otherwise had no effect.

A large red pincer swung at Vaquel’s head. The fading sun glinted on the sharp edge of the claw. Vaquel ducked the claw and lashed out with a kick. Her foot hit the monster’s leg around where a knee should be.

The creature’s leg went sideways. The creature buzzed louder, hopefully in pain.

Vaquel gave it no time to recover. She got behind the crab thing and placed the barrel of her laser pistol to the back of its head. Her thumb flicked the rapid-fire switch and she squeezed the trigger.

Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-ZAP! Eight quick laser blasts bored through the head of the creature. A red beam fired out from the monster’s nose. It fell to its knees and then face forward into the sand.

The laser pistol beeped. It needed six seconds to recharge.

Another red shape appeared in the sand. It was in the same hunched position but only for a second before it stood up. To the right of it, another creature appeared. To the left, a red monster materialized. Another appeared behind it, and then another, and then another.

Vaquel looked at her laser pistol. It was charged. If she got up close to one, she could kill it. Then all she had to do was dodge the other dozen crab monsters until it recharged again.

The air shimmered. Make that two dozen crab monsters.

Vaquel fingered her belt. She had a few explosives, a couple of toxin grenades, two vibration knives, and a garrote. Two dozen crab monsters might be doable but it wasn’t likely.

The sand rippled. The number of monsters doubled.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She activated her radio. “Chairbot, I need an immediate rescue. Fly the probe ship over here, now!”

The radio crackled with static. Vaquel frowned. It was probably a side-effect of whatever was causing these fluctuating readings.

The crab creatures advanced towards Vaquel. They stretched out their arms and clicked their pincers together. Long white tongues writhed from their mouths.

A high-pitched note rang out over the beach. It was louder than the clicking of claws. It was louder than the ocean. It was louder than the pounding of Vaquel’s heart.

The sound came from a nearby dune. A figure stood there, holding some sort of stringed instrument in their hands. Tight white material stretched across their large breasts. Rugged black material covered their long legs. Short tusks jutted from a smiling mouth. A mohawk the color of fire sat on a gray skull.

It was a Goxx woman, one of the native species for these systems. Vaquel hoped she brought something more dangerous than a musical instrument. Then again, if the crab creatures got distracted ripping the new person apart, then maybe Vaquel could make a run back to her ship.

All of the crab creatures turned to face the new person. Angry buzzing sounds came from their mouths. The Goxx woman held the note and the buzzing grew more agitated. The crab things did not like that sound.

The woman pulled one hand away from the strings on her instrument. The note stopped. She snapped her fingers three times and then returned to the strings.

An avalanche of sound came from the instrument. It was like the roar of a thousand beasts. A visible wave of distortion flew from her instrument and shattered three of the crab creatures closest to her. Their shells exploded, as well as their internal organs.

Wet heat flooded Vaquel’s pussy. The fear inside her evaporated and was replaced with an urge to scream. There was something about that sound that just hit her in the libido. Or maybe it was the way the Goxx woman’s hips moved as she played her instrument. Vaquel would figure it out when she eats the woman out.

The crab creatures surged towards the musician. The sand rippled as more of their kind appeared. A hundred claws clacked together.

The Goxx woman kept playing. A dizzying scale of sound came from her instrument. How could so much noise come from such a simple looking device? It had the volume of a full orchestra and curiously, just as many different notes.

The sand erupted underneath the front row of crab creatures. Shimmering bolts of sound tore through multiple crab monsters. A vortex of noise crushed six crab creatures together into a small mass of pulp and shell. It was a symphony of destruction.

Each note sent a shiver to Vaquel’s pussy. Was it caused by the music or was Vaquel just naturally admiring the masterful way the musician slaughtered her enemies? She wasn’t sure, but she knew that she had to get closer to this sexy alien.

Vaquel charged forward. She slapped a grenade on the back of a crab creature’s neck as she ran by it. A shower of gore exploded behind her.

Red pincers reached for Vaquel. She ducked and rolled under an out-stretched arm. When she completed her roll, she leaped to her feet and fired her laser pistol into the mouth of a buzzing crab monster. The white tongue vaporized and the crab monster twisted in pain.

Three crab monsters stood in her way. Their claws clacked with angry intent. The one on her right feinted towards Vaquel while the one on the left attacked. Sharp claws snapped centimeters away from her nipple.

Vaquel pulled a hilt from her belt and flipped the switch. A short force field emerged to form a blade. She leaped at the center monster and buried her power blade into the monster’s face. Steam shot from the cracks of the creature’s head.

A pincer grabbed Vaquel’s right arm. Another pincer grabbed her left. The two flanking crab monsters pulled her back. Her arms out-stretched, Vaquel was helpless to defend herself.

The music suddenly stopped. Every crab creature froze. Vaquel stopped as well.

The musician pointed her instrument at Vaquel and resumed playing. A scream of primal metal ripped through the air. Vaquel soaked the crotch of her spacesuit.

The crab creatures holding Vaquel fell to the ground. White liquid poured out of their shell. The music had melted their internal organs.

Vaquel leapt to her feet and ran to the musician. The woman winked at her and a moan escaped Vaquel’s lips. Sweat had soaked the white material around the alien’s breasts and revealed more than it covered.

“I’ll watch your back,” Vaquel said, trying to stay cool around the sexy alien.

“Thanks,” the alien said. Her hands ran up and down the strings of her instrument faster than Vaquel could follow. A blizzard of sound shredded the crab monsters in front of them.

“What are these things?” Vaquel asked. She stood back-to-back with the alien woman. Pistol in hand, she fired at the eyes of the approaching monsters.

“They don’t have trelling Jonners where you come from?” the woman asked.

The woman’s hips gyrated as she played her instrument. Her muscular ass grinded against Vaquel’s backside. Vaquel instinctively grinded back.

“Ah, no,” Vaquel said when she remembered there was a question. “I was getting weird ass readings in the area.”

The woman laughed. “That is how you know the Jonners are coming. They exist on a different level of reality and come through cracks in the continuum. When they manifest, they take on the shape and characteristics of the local life form. Nasty gibwarts. They murder anything they find and try to establish a hive. It is best to kill them as fast as trelling possible. You must be the explorer that people are talking about.”

“That’s me. My name is Vaquel Di. What’s your name?”

The woman laughed. “My name is Wizide, the Champion of Music. Wow, it is so weird to meet someone who isn’t a fan.”

“Who said I wasn’t a fan?” Vaquel yelled. She reached back with her free hand and grabbed a handful of Wizide’s ass.

The Champion of Music laughed louder and grinded against Vaquel’s hand.

“Now that you are no longer in the blast zone, let’s show these dimensional vermin just how hard I can trelling go,” Wizide said.

The music dropped a few octaves and grew louder. Vaquel no longer wondered how such a small instrument could be so powerful. It must one of the icons that champions in this system fight over. According to her research, the championship icons amplify the natural talents of the champions that wield them. As Vaquel had seen today, Wizide had plenty of pussy-soaking talent inside her muscular ass.

A barrage of sound surrounded Wizide and Vaquel. Each note was a missile that liquefied a crab creature’s brain. A crescendo of sound shattered hardened shells. Melodies twisted buzzing monsters into broken shapes.

Vaquel shuddered against Wizide’s grinding ass. The music affected her as well. Vaquel’s nipples hardened against her tight suit. She couldn’t stop moving her hips to the beat. Juices gushed from her pussy in mini-orgasms.

More crab monsters appeared. There were hundreds of them. The sand rippled like an ocean in a storm as the monsters kept coming.

Wizide screamed. It was a cry of pure joy. Her mighty yell accompanied her music and caused a Jonner to explode.

The joy was infectious. Vaquel pressed a button on her belt and the orange spacesuit flowed into her belt. Her big brown breasts popped free and she pulled on a nipple. The orange suit climbed up her long legs and up over her crotch to reveal a wet mess of pink hair covering her pussy.

Vaquel turned around and pressed against Wizide’s back. There was no need for Vaquel to fight now that the musician had surrounded them in a bubble of sonic destruction. Vaquel’s large tits flattened against Wizide’s broad back. She reached around and pressed her hand against the champion’s crotch. Twin centers of heat radiated through the material.

“That’s right, you Goxx have two orifices,” Vaquel said.

Wizide nodded and then she turned around to face Vaquel. “What is that I smell? Hey, you fucked Dymare, didn’t you?”

Before Vaquel could answer, Wizide leaned down and pressed her face to Vaquel’s tits. The sharp tusks pricked Vaquel’s tender breasts. The musician took deep breathes as she kept playing her instrument.

Dymare was the Champion of Architecture. Vaquel had fucked him when she first entered Interplanetary Championship Alliance space. She remembered how his jaw unhinged at the point of climax and the thick muck he had sprayed onto her tits. That was weeks ago!

Vaquel didn’t mind the musician’s face buried in her breasts but she did worry about the monsters. Fortunately, Wizide was still playing and the crab creatures were still dying. Vaquel relaxed and lifted her tits she could smother Wizide in them.

“Lucky champ,” Wizide said when she came back up for air. She turned back around and said, “Get behind me again. I liked having you there.”

Vaquel stepped up to the alien’s back and reached around again. Her hard nipples pressed into Wizide’s back as her breasts squished against the hard muscles. Vaquel’s hands went right back to Wizide’s crotch and pressed against the two hot spots.

Wizdie leaned back into Vaquel as she kept playing. There was a playful tone to her music in addition to the violence and mayhem. The musician’s hips moved in a lewd manner. Her crotch grinded against Vaquel’s hands while her ass grinded back on Vaquel’s exposed sex lips.

Vaquel found a slit in the pants and opened it. The slit opened vertically from Wizide’s waist, down and around her crotch, up her butt cheeks and all the way up to her waist. Vaquel pulled on the seam and was impressed by how far it went. The Goxx’s bathroom habits must be a gymnastic feat.

Wet heat greeted Vaquel’s fingers. Working blind, Vaquel felt around and located Wizide’s slits. She pushed fingers into each slick hole.

Wizide cried out. The notes flowed faster. Jonner shells exploded in unison, adding a underlying beat to the champion’s music.

Vaquel dropped to her knees. With her fingers still inside Wizide’s pussies, she buried her face in the musician’s exposed buttocks. The pungent smell of ass and sweat filled Vaquel’s mouth. She stretched her tongue and took a lick.

“Whoa!” Wizide cried. “What are you doing?”

“What? Goxx don’t do ass worship?” Vaquel yelled.

Wizide’s buttocks clenched tight. Her pussies clenched even tighter around Vaquel’s fingers.

“Not with our trelling mouths!” Wizide yelled.

Vaquel was confused but then remembered the woman’s tusks. Fuck, these poor bastards must not do oral sex at all. That might be the saddest thing Vaquel had ever heard.

There was only one thing to do. Vaquel wiggled her face between Wizide’s muscular buttocks. Her tongue stretched and licked. Centimeter by centimeter, she worked her way to the Goxx’s asshole.

Fortunately, there was only one asshole that Vaquel could find. She focused on the large ring of muscle. Strange flavors met her tongue but Vaquel kept licking.

Wizide shuddered. Her buttocks clenched tightly against Vaquel’s hands. There was a brief note of discord from her instrument before the music resumed.

Vaquel pulled her mouth from the alien’s ass. “Should I stop?” she yelled.

There was a pause before Wizide answered. “No,” she finally said.

Vaquel plunged back into Wizide’s ass. The tight ring of her ass spasmed after each lick. Vaquel took one long lick after another.

The Goxx’s pussies clenched around Vaquel’s fingers. The angle was awkward but Vaquel slid her fingers in and out of the alien pussy. Slick textures rolled and squirmed under her fingertips. Juices flowed and soaked both of Vaquel’s wrists.

Wizide sang. It was a long note that warbled, rose and fell. It blended perfectly with her music.

Jonners rose in the air. Claws clicked and clacked as they struggled to reach the ground. The buzzing of a hundred monsters joined the whirlwind of music.

Vaquel didn’t see any of this. She was face-deep in grey alien ass. Her tongue licked a puckering asshole while her hands plunged into wet pussies.

She did feel something between her legs. Something brushed against her own pussy lips. At first, Vaquel thought it was the wind but no, it was too solid for that. It was a feather-light caress that rubbed back and forth against her sensitive sex lips. Juices dripped and formed a puddle in the sand.

Wizide shuddered. Her hips rolled and Vaquel’s mouth and fingers stayed on her. The music pounded faster and faster as the Jonners spun in the air.

“KWEEK!” Wizide shouted. The grey buttocks quivered uncontrollably. Overwhelming amounts of liquid sprayed from Wizide pussies. Vaquel’s hands were expelled from the orifices and then soaked in a thick slime.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She pulled away from Wizide’s ass and looked at her hands. Thick pink liquid shimmered on her hands. The smell was intensely feminine. It reminded Vaquel of the musk that the male Champion had sprayed her with. The females must do the same thing. Great.

The music transformed into a final ‘BOOM’ of sound. In that finale note, every Jonner was crushed into the size of tiny pebbles. As the music ended, the compacted remains of the inter-dimensional raiders fell to the sand.

“Trell furnace,” Wizide said. She dropped to one knee and planted her instrument in the sand. The musician shuddered as she leaned on her instrument for support.

Vaquel shook her hands but the pink liquid clung to her fingers. It was a good thing that there was a beach right there. She wondered how long her hands were going to smell like alien pussy.

“Are the Jonners gone?” Vaquel said.

Wizide nodded. “That is the last of them, for now. Jonner invasions aren’t usually that trelling big but this is a known crack in the world. It is why the beach is deserted.”

“Oh,” Vaquel said. She didn’t want to admit that she stumbled into a dangerous area so she resorted to a distraction. The nude explorer stood up and rubbed her pussy lips.

“Any ideas what we should do now?” Vaquel asked.

Wizide smiled. The two tusks on her mouth pointed upwards. “We need to detox the area. Jonners leave cracks that are transmittable somehow. I don’t understand the science, but I know how to cleanse us.”

“Us?” Vaquel said. She rubbed her pussy harder. “Does it involve close contact?”

“It does when I do it,” Wizide said. She stood back up and fingered her icon instrument. Low notes sang through the air, accompanied by the natural roar of the ocean.

Vaquel felt the music immediately. Soft touches danced over her neck. Something firmer rubbed against her ass. A tingling sensation caressed the lips of her pussy.

“Yes,” Vaquel moaned. She pulled her hands away from her sex and closed her eyes. The music washed over her as it fondled her body. Slowly her hips began to move, followed by her shoulders and extending to her arms.

Wizide added another string of notes to the ones stimulating Vaquel. These notes were slightly higher in pitch and the melody was faster. Due to the skill of the champion, this new melody didn’t clash with the notes making Vaquel sigh.

The ground trembled. Sand vibrated against Vaquel’s boots. Subatomic links to another plane of existence were extinguished one by one.

Vaquel didn’t notice any of that. The notes embraced her body, feeling like a hundred fingers rubbing tight circles into every centimeter of her skin. The music swirled around her hard nipples. The sounds reached deep into her buttocks and pressed lightly on her ass. Invisible vibrations stroked her sex lips with increasing pressure.

“Fuck,” Vaquel whispered. She danced to the sensitizing music. Her hips bucked against unseen touches. She moved her arms in the air as she connected to the sensual energy around her. Back and forth her head sway as she leaned into the fleeting touches on her cheeks.

Wizide kept playing. Dead Jonners blinked out of existence one by one as their link to this reality were severed. Sand rose in the air in clumps and then fell back to earth like white rain.

The champion repeatedly plucked a string and a swift beat emerged from the instrument. Vaquel felt something push deep into her sex. She froze in mid-dance and gasped. The invisible penetration plunged in and out like a swift cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Vaquel moaned. Her body resumed dancing as her pussy was rapidly fucked. It wasn’t a conscious choice on Vaquel’s part. The aroused explorer was a part of the music now.

The ocean air blew through Wizide’s mohawk. Her own hips moved in sync with Vaquel’s. Juices fell from her twin pussies as she played. The champion smiled with joy as she performed miracles with her instrument.

The thrusting music inside Vaquel’s sex increased in speed. She went over the edge and into pleasure.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She climaxed hard but her body kept dancing.

The music didn’t stop.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed again. Her second orgasm hit harder than the first.

Wizide weaved all three chords together. The music filled the beach, the air and Vaquel’s pussy. The harmonious notes blended together and then exploded in a final surging conclusion.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel whispered as she came again.

The music stopped and Vaquel fell to the sand. Pleasure flowed through her body. The sand was damp with her juices.

Wizide walked over to her. “Was that close enough contact for you?”

“That depends,” Vaquel said. “Do you do encores?”

Wizidie laughed and began another song.

Mar 252020
 
Summoning sex demons has never been easier

“Your Demon Lover” is an erotic journal game created by me and for sale at Itch.io. This has been been a passion project of mine for a while now and I am glad I can finally share it with.

In this game, you will create a journal, write down a few spells of your own creation and then summon a sexual demon of your preference. Using a deck of playing cards, you will be given encounters to have with your demon lover. It is important that you write about these encounters in your journal. If the demon changes reality and steals your memories, your journal might be the only way you can recall what delights you experienced.

The book is written with an in-character style that helps set the mood and reinforce the tone of the game. It also includes suggestions for creating your prompt list and customizing the game to your preference.

I could have simply written one game but because I always do too much work, I created what is essentially three games.

If you wish to create a sexual playmate to have a carnal affair with, then I have rules for how you to set up your journal and 41 different prompts for what may happen.

If you wish to summon a demonic submissive that you can bind and dominate, then I have rules for how to set up your journal, bind and punish your demon, as well as 41 different prompts for what may happen.

If you wish to summon a terrible avatar of sexual cruelty to submit to, then I have rules for how to set up your journal along with 41 different prompts for the torments you may suffer.

Ultimately, I hope this game helps you write and create your own demon fantasies. If you do create your own lists of writing prompts, please feel free to share them with me.

Mar 192020
 

It is ironic to me that I am pretty much over fantasy as a genre, but some of the best smut being made today is in the fantasy genre. I thought I would take a moment to highlight three good ones right now.

First up is “I Roved Out” by Alexis Flower. I raved about this last year and every drop of praise I gave it back then still holds true. It was my favorite work of smut last year and a big inspiration. The second book came out for Kickstarter backers and will hopefully be in the store soon. You can still get the first book in the store. It is a huge book, so order it now so you can get started on it.

Have I mentioned how gorgeous it is?
Why would any wizard break up with a hot purple Elf girl?

Next up is “Fertile in my Ex-Boyfriend’s Dungeon” by Amanda Clover. It is an interactive erotica series of ebooks. You play a warrior woman who dates the worse wizard and when he dumps you, he places you inside his dungeon full of horny monsters. Also locked in the dungeon are other ex’s, all trying to escape.

I thought I had talked about the first book in the series, but a quick search of my blog says otherwise. That is a terrible oversight on my part as I have enjoyed each book in this series. There are a lot of choices and usually three different types of monsters in each book. Some books even give you a partner to help explore the dungeon with.

The only warning I would give is that there are mind control elements. All of the “bad endings” involved losing your will to escape to become a knocked-up besotted sex slave to a monster.

I don’t know why short green Goblin women do it for me but I ain’t complaining.

But Shon, what if I don’t want to play a woman escaping from a dungeon of horny monsters? Well, how do you feel about playing a Prince exploring a tower full of horny monsters? That is what you do in “Monster Girl Tower: Level One” by Jay Aury. It flips the script without sacrificing any of the humor or hot sex.

In this book, the crone has gathered hot monster girls and forced them to guard each level of her dungeon. You will need to need to fight (or more likely fuck) your way through each level. That is my kind of campaign.

I haven’t read the entire book yet, but what I had read is great. Jay is a good writer of monster fiction so I have faith he can do a great series.