Fiction: Death’s Sweet Tit

Trooper Vimer Mob was dying. He was part of the assault squad that charged the Gem Moon defenders who were holed up in the hover car factory. That was some brutal fighting. As a soldier in the Euphorian Army, Vimer was equipped with the latest in body armor but hardened fabristeel couldn’t stop a wielding laser the size of a small bed. The laser sliced through his armor and into several vital organs. He managed to toss a grenade at the laser before he fell and he was satisfied by the huge explosion. He may be dying on the ground but at least he took out the most vital weapon on the field.

The strangest part about the whole thing was the incredible erection Trooper Mob was having. He couldn’t feel his legs but damn if he couldn’t feel the pressure of his cock straining against his underwear. That couldn’t be healthy. He might need the blood in his erection for more important organs.

He thought about Queen Erishella. He thought it was strange how he wasn’t thinking of his father or his girlfriend waiting back home for him. No, he was thinking of how she looked back when he glimpsed her on the White Plains of Woe. She was so damn sexy. The Queen had ordered her soldiers to masturbate at her command. Vimer had never come so hard.

“I am impressed, Trooper Mob,” he heard a voice say.

Vimer turned his head and was stunned to see Queen Erishella here on the battlefield. The sounds of lasers were still echoing through the factory. It just wasn’t safe for her!

“My Queen” he groaned before he had to hack something up.

She was so damn beautiful. She was wearing a red metal battlesuit that clung to every curve on her body. Plasma pistols hung from each perfectly rounded hip. A non-regulation amount of cleavage was exposed and Vimer longed for a single lick of her tits. Her long legs tapered out to obscenely sharp metal heels. A gold helmet encased her head and allowed her curly black hair to come out the top in a fountain of hair.

“I have been watching you, Trooper Mob,” Queen Erishella said. “Your heroic sacrifice opened the way inside the defender’s fortified position. Well done, Trooper.”

“Thanks,” Vimer croaked out.

“In recognition of your service, I shall grant you a boon,” Queen Erishella said. She sat down beside his bleeding body. Her gloved hands went to his pants and activated the quick release latch. His hard cock sprang up as soon as it was released.

“My Queen?” he gasped.

She took off a glove and gripped his cock. Her slender hand was impossibly soft on his manhood. Up and down she stroke with the gentleness of a nurse.

“I don’t do this for just anyone,” Queen Erishella said. “But I saw that perfect shot you took earlier. You know, the one against that soldier with the flame tank. You exploded his ammo beautifully.”

Vimer shuddered. “You saw that?” he asked.

Queen Erishella looked at him as she stroked his cock. “I see everything. You have done very well. Would you like a lick of my breasts?”

Vimer almost climaxed. “Please, my Queen.”

Queen Erishella leaned towards him. Her white cleavage came closer to his mouth. Vimer tried to sit up but his body refused. There was no need. The Queen came close enough for him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue. The Queen moved for him, arching her back so that the curve of her breasts slid along his tongue.

She tasted like delicate cream.

“Thank you, my Queen,” Vimer said.

“Trooper Mob, you are about to climax,” Queen Erishella observed. “Where would you like to spill your seed. It is your choice. Shall I wear your heroic seed on my chest? Shall I swallow your brave seed down my throat? Or shall I let you splatter my face like you splattered our enemies?”

“Your mouth,” Vimer groaned. His vision was starting to dim.

He felt his cock encased in tight lips. The Queen’s tongue lapped at his cock. He could feel her breath on his crotch.

Trooper Vimer Mob climaxed much harder than he did on the White Plains of Woe.

Death followed immediately.

Later, when the battles for the day were over, Queen Erishella was lounging on the Skull Throne. It had been a good day. The last pockets of resistance for the Gem Moon of Diamondix had been crushed. The last prince of the world, Prince Waron, had been captured and was currently bound and performing oral sex on the Queen. She looked down on the Prince as he ate her pussy. He was a little slow but he could be trained.

She looked up at Chief Scientists Xor. “Report,” she said.

The scientist bowed. “We suffered seven thousand, eight hundred and forty two casualties today. The chip we implanted in the soldiers’ brains managed to trigger four thousand, nine hundred and twelve sexual hallucinations in their hosts before they died. Over all I consider it a success.”

The Queen stroked the hair of the Prince between her legs. “Excellent. Have them installed in all of our armed forces.”

Chief Scientist Xor just stood there. The Queen waited for three licks of her sex before addressing her Chief Scientist.

“Do you have a question?” she asked.

“Yes, my Queen,” he said. “I admit that I fail to understand the purpose of all of this. The chip provides your soldiers with a wonderful experience upon receiving a mortal wound yet you do not want this publicized. What is the point of making some lowly Trooper have an orgasm for dying in your service if we do not tell the soldiers of the glories that await them?”

Queen Erishella waited till the Prince between her legs was finished doing what he was doing to her clit.

“Because, Chief Scientist Xor, they are MY soldiers,” Queen Erishella said. “And as they die, I want their last thought to be of me.”

Xor bowed. “As they should.”

“Yes,” Queen Erishella said. She forgot what she was about to say next because the Prince did something surprising with her tongue.