The Flower of Lanaar

by Jay Aury

  I catch my breath. Opulent would not do it justice. The tiled floor spirals, each layer a different colour, bathing the room in a strange light coming from below rather than above, the ceiling dark as if reaching into the void of space. The tiles of light wind towards a dais in the centre of the room, climbing steps of immaculate marble to a vast bed hovering off the floor. Red satin sheets faintly flutter about the soft blue glow of a grav support system.

  But grand though this strange scene of dusky eternity is, the greatest surprise lies on the bed itself. A woman. She is jaw droppingly gorgeous. Full hips and a narrow waist climb to a pair of breasts as big as my head and without the hint of sag. Her nipples are masked by a pair of glowing pasties, a second about her waist, straps of light encasing her mound like a glowing girdle. She is blonde, with long wavy hair draping the cushions she reclines among, elbows bent, propped on two such pillows as if on the arms of some satin thrown.

  And beside her, lying sated and insensate on the sheets, are the two girls Thale and I had so enjoyed in the bar.

  Pieces of the puzzle finally fall into place. Shit. What have I gotten myself into? I eye the sprawled pair, as still as puppets whose strings had been cut. Their holographic clothing faintly flickering and their blue eyes dull and blank. If not for the faint rise and fall of their heaving breasts, they might have been dead.

  My companion steps forward, his slender dark shape thrown in stark relief by the glowing tiles. He kneels before the bed. "Mistress. I brought her."

  The woman smiles, the expression amused. “So you have,” she says. Her voice has a faint humming quality to it. My heart beats a little faster at the sound, the hairs of my arm lifting as if to attention. “Welcome Zera Hayes. Welcome to my abode.”

  "Quite a lovely place you have here," I say cautiously, approaching her, but staying out of arm's reach. "I've never seen anything quite like it and I've seen more of the void than I care to mention. Beautiful, truly, like you."

  "How kind of you to notice." She shifts, reclining a bit more on her bed. "I trust the trip was satisfactory? Sirrin makes a wonderful assassin, but I'm afraid he lacks certain qualities in an escort."

  My companion, Sirrin, apparently, twitches faintly before subsiding submissively once more.

  "I had a great time getting to know Sirrin," I say. "And you know me, but I'm afraid I don't know you."

  "Oh," she smiles, her face strangely ageless. Spliced no doubt, along with the rest of her body. Some oligarchs can be in their hundreds and look just out of puberty. "How rude of me. Lady Desma, if you like."

  I breath in sharply, the name strikingly familiar, though not the individual before me. Desma Biological is a major biotech company in the outer sectors. That they often skirt the law in the open, and break it wantonly in private, is well known. As is the fact they have the power to get away with it. Their brand is on many of the consumer products I’ve seen or stolen. Some say that they even own most of station SS9. Looking around at the opulent space, it may well be true.

  "I must say," she says, toying with the hair of one of the insensate pleasure girls. "You are rather brazen to demand triple of what your pirate is paying you."

  "It's a matter of expenses, Lady Desma," I say, matter-of-factly. No point playing games with a wheel this big. Likely to get squished. "He's already financed the stealth job on my fighter, which could get me out of his gun range when I cut loose with your prize. But he knows me up and down and he's going to come looking for me. Thale likes me, a lot, but he won't cut me any slack. He'll carve me up like a piece of meat. Which is why I’ll need to buy a full body reconstruct and a new identity and burn far, far away from this sector. That's why I need triple. Practical survival purposes."

  "Mmm. Smart." She beckons me to join her on the bed.

  I hesitate, but only for a moment, then I walk over and sit down on the edge.

  She plays a hand across my shoulder, and where she touches, there is a faint electrical jolt. I gasp, a sudden shot of pleasure singing down my spine and curling my toes. "I do like smart girls,” Desma purrs. “Ones who know how to do their jobs and do them well. I can't abide stupidity. And I reward my employees very well for their services."

  I swallow, not trusting myself to speak as her fingers trail down, following the curve of my breast. The shocks penetrate even the scales of my bodice. Her fingertip halts over a nipple, sending a jolt like a stab of pleasure into my core. "And I know how to reward people."

  "Ahhhh," I gasp in surprise. "That's a...a neat trick. Do we have a deal then? Triple?"

  "Mmm. I think we might be able to work something out." Her finger circles my nipple. I suck in a trembling breath as tingling pleasure fans across my chest, vibrating through my full breasts, lingering on the hard points of my nipples. "But I believe we should work out some of the finer details of our arrangement."

  I lock eyes with her, and know what she wants. Know it, and that I want to give it. I reach down and press the release button on my bodice. It clicks and rasps open, the halves falling from my upper body and exposing my soft breasts. "I agree," I purr. "We should work out every detail very carefully."

  She smiles, easing back onto her throne of downy silks, a splash of feminine pink against the sultry crimson. "Good. I quite agree." She lifts her hips, a pair of pillows falling beneath her. Resting the small of her back on them, she parts her legs, baring the dark pit of her asshole. Her shimmering girdle flickers and fades, displaying the small metal nubs of the projectors installed above her mons, on her hips and likely just above her ass.

  "Let's begin by discussing your place in the Desma Biological family."

  "I am under no misconceptions," I say, crawling between her thighs and lowering my face to the softness of her ass and the dark divot of her asshole. I kiss her inner thighs, inhaling her scent and softly brush my lips against her hot puckered flesh. "Am I in the right spot, Lady Desma?"

  "Mmm. Perfectly." She rests one hand on my shoulder, a shock coursing through me and making my cunt clench in sudden desire. "At least for now. But freelancers always start at the bottom." She gently moves her hand to the back of my head, her touch making every hair tingle against my scalp as she gently but insistently pushes me forward.

  I don’t hesitate to worship this radiant woman’s hot asshole. Her confident ease entices me and I let my tongue slowly rim her tight pucker, drawing out the licks as I savor the faint taste and flexing clench of her hole. I lick more insistently, moaning as I pleasure her with my subservient tongue. I have no problem showing my appreciation and triple means I intend to devour her ass until she begs me to stop.

  Desma purrs, the soft harmonics vibrating through where we're joined by my lips to the warm flesh of her ass. "Very good. I see you're experienced in many ways." Sighing, she hooks her legs about my shoulders, pulling me deeper against the soft, suffocating globes of her ass. "But Desma Biological can be so much more to an ambitious and skilled young pilot. We have so many opportunities for advancement. Even in the far sectors." Her fingers claw my back, sending muscles clenching and quivering, blood racing in answer to the electrifying touch. "Our reach is long indeed.”

  “Oooooh,” I whimper in ecstasy.

  "And, as a part of the family, you can work with other...mmm...experts in their fields."

  I hear a soft rustle of cloth. The weight of the bed shifts and a familiar pair of slender hands touch my thighs. Sirrin strokes my hips, marvelling at the soft shape of my body, hands coming below to rest against the quivering heat of my cunny.

  "Ohhhh, really," I moan, wiggling my hips and flicking my tongue against Lady Desma's sweet asshole. "Are you going to strap me to a table and turn me into one of your experiments? Wouldn't that ruin all the fun?" I joke, but there lies a twinge of fear which thrills me even more. I’m dancing on the edge of a knife with my tongue up the ass of the wealthiest woman in the sector. And I’m loving it! I plunge my tongue into her clench, driving it deep into her ass. As I do, I tilt my hips upwards, sho
wing Sirrin my mound and the cum-damp furrow of my cunt glistening beneath my wet panties.

  "Oh what a thing to say. Don't you know that such a thing is veeeeery illegal," Desma husks, her ass clenching about my probing tongue. "However, I feel I should say that...mmm. Should you wish it, certain modification are...ah...available under our very generous health plan. A little deeper my dear. You're surely an expert at kissing your better's ass."

  As she talks Sirrin hooks his fingers in my panties and tenderly peels them off. I feel my juices cling to the fabric, and as he pulls the underwear off my lust puffed lower lips I hear him sigh with joy.

  "Mmmmm, a tempting offer. But for now, I think natural is how I should remain. It keeps me in touch with my fighter." I playfully flick her spit-drenched hole. "As for kissing your ass, I'm more than willing to show my appreciation for a generous deal. In fact, turn over, Lady Desma. My tongue can reach even deeper."

  "Mmm. Naughty girl. You should know I never take direction. But I'll let it pass this time." She releases my arms, pulling up her legs in a V shape with shocking flexibility for her well endowed hips and figures. Carelessly she rolls over onto her stomach, her immense breasts forming ample cushion as she thrusts out her heart shaped bum for my devotion. "Sirrin, my dear little creation? Would you mind putting that talented tongue to the young ladie's cunt? It's the least you can after what she did for you in the cab."

  I catch Sirrin flushing delightfully as he leans in for my cunt. He parts my folds with masterful gentleness, taking a moment to admire my slit, still messed with his and my mingled cum. He puts his lips against me and begins to dexterously lap at my twitching channel.

  "Oooh there's a good boy," I say, giving him a wink over my shoulder as he laps at my naughty cunt. "Apologies about presuming to tell you want to do, Lady Desma, but thank you for the ample, soft, and very lovely opportunity." I massage her ass, squeezing and kneading the mounds before spreading it open wide. I moan as I plunge my face against her crack and drive my tongue deep into her hot hole. I fuck her wantonly, lustily, squirming my tongue into her ass while I wriggle my hips against Sirrin's innocent face.

  "Mmm. Apologies...ah...accepted, my wanton little slut," she breathes. "Oooh. A tongue like that is a treasure dear. Almost up to snuff with one of my tank breds. Isn't that right Sirrin? Ah," she interrupts as Sirrin looks up from my cunt, some of my juices streaked across the glass of his lenses. "Show her my pet."

  Willingly Sirrin descends once more onto my grinding cunt. His tongue flicks at my buzzing clit, coaxing it from its hood. Latching onto it, he strokes it with the tip of his tongue, flicking it before playing it with long loving lashes.

  "Nnnnnnnnaaaa!" I cry, smacking Lady Desma's ass lightly with both hands and gripping her cheeks. "Ohhhh that tongue is driving me mad. I, oooh... Aaahhhh!" I decide that all I can do is focus on Lady Desma and her luscious ass. I lick her wantonly, savoring the subservience of it, loudly moaning and slurping and drooling into her crack as I fuck my tongue deep in and out of her hot pucker. I put my hand to work on her pussy as well, rubbing her hot quim as I work on her lovely ass. "Ohhhhh Lady Desma," I moan. "Your ass is so gorgeous. I will... mmmm... I will worship it whenever... Mmmmmmmm you command."

  Desma laughs, the sound haughty and amused. "Of course you will, Zera. And I nnn…will enjoy it, certainly. Mmm. You have such a way with ahhh…words." Her ass, the flesh both form and pliant, clenches about my face. She moans, a faint trilling undercurrent to her gasp as she orgasms, her juices spilling, darkening the red silk of the blankets with her juices.

  I fuck her with my fingers, my own pleasure seeming to rise with hers, my moans becoming whines as I tongue fuck and desperately eat her luscious ass. "Ohhhh, god, yes!" I cry, bucking against Sirrin's face, finally burying my face in Lady Desma's ass to stifle my wailing.

  Sirrin holds my hips steady as he lashes my cunt with his tongue. Drawing out that glorious pleasure expertlyThough clearly unskilled with his cock, his tongue is more than up to the challenge of my pussy. He drills inside of me, tasting our mingled juices, eager to drink from me afresh.

  Desma assists, her soft humming seeming to vibrate through her and into me, magnifying the throbbing pleasure of the assassin's tongue in my cunt, drawing me towards an explosive orgasm.

  I cannot hold back, bucking and arching as my pleasure explodes through my body. I gasp against Lady Desma's ass, thrusting back against Sirrin's face as I cum in rippling, electric-stimulated waves of pleasure. “Ah. Ah! C-cumming!” I cry.

  Sirrin drinks my cum eagerly, his face soon washed in my juices, moaning softly as he tastes my great burst of pleasure. He draws out my orgasm with a loving devotion, easing me through the aftershocks and playing to the resulting sensitivity.

  A stark contrast to Desma. The head of the largest biotech company in the sector grabs my hair, carelessly pulling my face from her ass. She turns over once more, pulling me up before resting my head between the immense cushion of her breasts. The glow of the projectors on her nipples washes over my face and outlines Desma's ageless beauty in shadows. There's an intensity there not present before. Her eyes are compelling. Her hand sends shocks of pleasure down my hair and through my scalp.

  "You are mine now my dear," Desma whispers. "Tell me so."

  "Yours," I agree. "Whatever you need." I kiss her huge tits and look up at her in a way I have never looked up to another woman. "I'll get you what you want."

  Desma releases my hair, grabbing my cheeks. Stars explode behind my eyes as her touch sends pulses of pleasure across my face, my lips buzzing with a tingling numbness and neck twitching involuntarily with sharp muscle contractions. "Yes. I know you will. It is a box my dear. A plasteel one. Glass frames tinted. Stronger than durasteel though. There will be nothing else like it aboard. I want it. You will bring it to me."

  There comes a whispering sound as Sirrin resumes licking my ungodly sensitive pussy. Then, with a flash of sinful delight. I feel something more. It takes me a moment to place it, but I gasp as the bulbous tip of his prehensile mechanical tail prod my ass, teasing the ring of muscles with promises of pleasure. Some sort of lubricant wets my twitching back door, the insistent pressure easing the loosening ring.

  "Ohhhhh," I moan, pressing my face into her tits. I inhale her sweet scent. Something floral yet intoxicating. More mods? I hardly care. I gasp, "I'll find it. You... you just give me the coordinates to hand it over. I'll ahhhh..." I can't think with that tail pressing into my asshole. I busy myself with one of Lady Desma's nipples, sucking eagerly at her huge breast as Sirrin's mechanical tail plunges into my ass.

  "Sirrin will be with you," she whispers through my pleasure hazed delirium. "A stowaway aboard your fighter. He will guarantee it comes to me my lovely little pirate. He will help you. You shall deliver it to me. Yesss," she hisses, clutching me against her immense breast. "It will be mine. At last! Mine!"

  She twitches against me, the thought seeming to overwhelm her in such a way not even my skillful tongue could manage. Pleasure rocks from her body, crashing through mine like waves of electrical desire. Sirrin's tongue throbs against my aching clit. My ass clenches about the sinous tail sliding in and out of me.

  Desma cums, a wail of pleasure which rings through the chamber and stirs even the insensate girls sprawled on the cushion. Sympathetic pleasure explodes through my body and throbbing cunt. An overload of pleasure like the sweetest high any Chelth sucker has known.

  I collapse in ecstasy, unable even to suckle at her generous teat. Overcome with the thigh-shaking pleasure and simply hug against Lady Desma and moan.

  Eternity. A second. An hour. I cannot know. Time seems so immaterial after the overwhelming ecstasy of this latest orgasm.

  Finally, Desma stirs. She sighs, wiping a single pearl of sweat from her brow. "Oh dear," she says looking down at my trembling form. "It seems I've made a bit of a mess." She reaches down and I mewl as she gently pets me, soft, soothing energy cooling overstrung nerves. “Sirrin? Be a love a
nd take our new friend back to her hotel and put her to bed.”

  “Yes mistress.”

  I sag in the arms of the assassin, smiling drunkenly as he carries me out of the dark bedroom. As we enter the car I drift into an exhausted sleep, spent and cradled in his slender arms.

  The Attack

  Thale's frigate, the Ravager, forms a dark bulk against the stars. Sleek like a shark, wings flare out about a quartet of engine ports. Cannons bulge from it. Smaller scale turrets and a single vast cannon curving below the cyclopean eye of the bridge. My stiletto hovers nearby like a silvery dagger, and I imagine Thale aboard his ship, a crimson figure on the small deck, his garish form partly obscured by the shimmer of shields. His ship is too large to carry my own, save piggy back. His hold is for stolen cargo and reflects it, but fortunately my Stiletto is equipped with its own Light Drive. Normally this would be unnecessary, but a faint tingle of remembered pleasure crawls down my back at the thought of Desma waiting for me. And, lodged securely and quietly in the little locker behind my seat, Sirrin lurks in silence.

  Betrayal. The word means little to me. In this world of shifting loyalties we do what we can, and though Thale is a powerful enemy, he can’t match Lady Desma.

  My ruminating is interrupted as the comms crackle with Thale's voice. "Get your head in the game Zera. The gravity mine is going to pull that ship out of Light Space any second now and you need to take down its engines as soon as it shows."

  I pop the gum I'm chewing at the microphone. "Head is in the game, old man. Guns hot and four seekers ready to let loose. I'll use just enough to kill the engines and not a shot more."

  Thale laughs. "Good to hear! Because if we lose our prize, trust me. Someone'll pay."

  He kills the comms with a snap of static, leaving me with the pensive feeling of imminent action. The comfortable hum of my ships engines and machines fills the air but I don't let the feeling lull me into complacency. I’m far too tense for that.