by Jay Aury
My plump breasts cushion me against the back of the couch as he tongue-fucks my throbbing asshole. "Oh, god, fuck me, Sirren. Put your cock in my ass, please. I neeeeed it."
He breaks off his torrid kiss. "Yes. Yes," he pants. He straightens, keeping my cheeks parted. He lines himself up with the spit slickened star of my ass, and plunges in.
His cock drives deep into my tender hole. Shocks of pleasure stab up into my core. The sweet ache of my ass is coaxed and stroked by the sawing of his cock. I find my face just above the strange plant, my every breath sucking in the sweet scent of the flower. My nipples throb. Chafing as they are rubbed against the faux leather of my chair.
I grab my aching tits. Some instinct drives me. Moaning, I pinch my teats, and something wet spreads across my fingers. Thick and viscuous, like a sap, my breasts leak the substance into my groping hands. The feeling of it, of milking my own swollen teats seems to flick a switch in my brain. The heady pleasure becomes something more. Something soothing and embracing. Sweet and lovely.
"Ohhhhhh yes! Ooohhhh fuck me!" I moan, squeezing and playing with my breasts. The sap oozes from my nipples as I express more and more from my swollen tits. My pleasure rises to an inescapable peak and I throw back my head, wailing with ecstasy, cumming hard. My nipples protrude between my fingers as I crush my tits in both hands, crying out in mindless ecstasy as the strange sap flows from my body.
Sirrin gasps with me. “Z-Zera!” he cries, hilting inside me before he cums.
The euphoria of pleasure fills me like a song. I feel buoyant and above everything. My mind goes blank from pure pleasure. My orgasm shocks me. Another hits me like the punch of a gun. I moan, trembling.
Riding down it, I feel the desperate need begin to slowly bleed away. Though the room is still saturated in the spores, no new ones spawn. I sag, sucking on the remains of the glorious scent and the pleasure. I can still smell Sirrin, but there's something different now. Something soothing and pleasant.
Reflecting on this, I feel a gentle pressure as the ship comes out of lightspace. The whiteness of travel resolves into the pinpricks of stars in the void. Before me looms Station SS9, the pockmarked stone of a meteor and the shine of silver clutching its surface, blinking lights guiding us home.
Sirrin collapses against my ass, for the moment spent. He wraps his arms about me, hugging me tightly. He kisses the back of my neck tenderly.
Flushed, sweaty, and exhausted, I let his cock slide out of my ass and slowly turn to him. I smile vaguely, sated. I feel like I’m in a dream.
His arms wrap round me protectively. He looks at the plant, its leaves vibrant beneath the pink hue of the spores. "Mistress may kill us," he says, gently kneading my fleshy teat.
"We could go somewhere else," I suggest, wrapping his shaft delicately in my fingers and stroking him gently. "You and me, Sirrin, alone together... we could find another buyer. Or we could take our chances with your mistress. You decide."
He leans against the bulwark, holding me tightly. "...I am my mistress's. She would find us no matter where we go." He looked at the case and touches the panel. It slides shut, opaque once more. "Maybe she won't notice."
I somehow doubt that, but I accept the risk as I turn about and take his cock between my lips again, losing myself in the simple act of pleasuring him. I moan around his cock as I gently bob up and down on him. I close my eyes to focus on the sensation of his hardness between my lips, his balls beneath my fingers, gently squeezing. I can hear the docking computer engaging on autodock as I continue to slurp gently on Sirrin's hard cock.
Sirrin gingerly thrusts into my mouth, still sensitive from his most recent orgasm. He groans, and by the time the locking mechanism clicks and the green light flashes, he cums again. I moan around his spurting cock, sucking with each pulse, and swallowing the hot flow of his seed. I hold him in my mouth until he finishes completely. Only then do I lift my head and begin to weakly pull on my flight suit.
From the corner of my eye I watch Sirrin climb to his feet. He moves about, straightening his clothes. The fabric seems to absorb the evidence of our lovemaking, and within a minute he looks none the worse of the wear. Even his cock has renewed, forming a distinct shape against the tight fabric of his pants moments before he closes his coat. He looks my way and smiles shyly, his gaze admiring as I redress, lingering on the swollen curves of breasts and the dark nipples, shining from the thick sap they now exude.
I give him a soft kiss before we disembark from the Stiletto and onto Station SS9.
Return to Desma
The car is waiting outside the landing bay. We’re given curious looks by the pilots and mechanics who populate the clanging decks but not for long. They've seen stranger, and know it’s smarter to mind their own business. Sirrin carries the box, holding it tight to his chest as the door of the car slides up with a hydraulic hiss, baring the opulent interior. He guides me in, and the vehicle takes off.
Again the tinted windows mask our journey. The soft cushion of antigrav denies me even a sense of where we’re going. Once again I’m in the power of the dreadful lady Desma. Yet even as I think of what fate might await me, I recall the last time I was in her presence. Her electric touch and the humming room. I flush, and those are my thoughts as the car halts and slides open, revealing the familiar broad plaza lined with curious plants, fronting the garish doors and pillars of Desma's estate.
The twins meet us. Their soft curves masked in the shimmer of holographics, little more than spaghetti strands of golden light girding their mons and binding their nipples. They smile vaguely, standing on either side of the entrance.
I’m strangely aware of them as we draw near. I suck in a breath, feeling their ambient lust, simmering like a tangible heat within them. Both fix me with their eyes, and their breathing becomes a little deeper.
"Mistress waits for you," they say softly, like something recorded on a tape.
"Mmmmmm," I reply, biting back a soft moan of desire. I take in the luscious sight of their shapely bodies and remember the fun I had with them and... Thane. That snaps me out of my momentary reverie. I enter the estate, steeling myself for unexpected danger. I have no idea how this meeting with Lady Demsa will go, but I have a bad feeling about it.
Sirrin follows at a pace. He ignores the two girls, who fall into step behind me, their noses twitching slightly like rabbits scenting food. We walk down the same passage as before, populated by sculptures and more glass encased plants. Then the doors open and I enter Desma's bed chamber once more.
The devastatingly beautiful Desma reclines among the cushions, exactly as I remember her, as if she hasn’t moved from the night what feels like a lifetime ago. Her blonde hair fans out behind her, framing her ageless face. Once more she is propped up by a pair of cushions. The glowing pasties and girdle pulse with the wash of the holographic projector as she stirs at my arrival, a lazy smile topping her lips. She rises to her hands and knees, leaning forward on the bed. "You have it?" she purrs.
I stare longingly at Desma's gorgeous body. I feel as if I am re-tracing my erotic steps. My cheeks feel hot, but I shake it off. "I had to kill Thale and probably several other of my former associates, along with leaving quite a mess behind, but yes... we have it." I motion to Sirrin.
Her eyes seem to glow as my lithe lover, her bred killer, moves forward, bearing the box like a knight would the crown to his queen. He stops before the bed and Desma runs her fingers over the box, faint crackles of static following her touch. "Yesss," she murmurs, fairly hissing. She touches the button and the lid slides open, baring the petals of the flower.
My pulse quickens as she opens the box. I hold a breath, watching the faint dust of the spores drift into the air. I feel a throbbing in my cunt, lust warming my veins. My nipples harden against my flight suit, staining it with the strange cream.
"Ohh," Desma gasps, stroking the leaves. The light of her projectors pulses into a red hue "Something so small. So simple. It's lovely..." She takes the box as the
first few spores breathe into the air. She glances towards me, as if only recalling I’m here. "You will be compensated for your losses," she says airily. "And don't worry about any enemies you may have made. I always protect my investments.”
She smiles, her eyes fixing on me slyly. "And you are of particular value, now. Aren't you?"
It takes me a moment to realize she is talking to me and not the flower. Fear tinges my lust. I try to keep my voice steady as I say, "Why is that, Lady Desma?"
Desma crooks her finger and the twins slide past me and crawl obediently onto the bed. Smiling easily, Desma puts a finger to one of the girl's chin, drawing up her rapt face and softly kissing the busty young slut. I swallow thickly, feeling my cunt dampen with desire. She breaks the kiss warmly, her dark eyes lidded as they wander my way. "My dear pirate. Did you think I wasn't watching? My lovely Sirrin has cameras fixed in those pretty red eyes of his. I saw it all, and must say your endurance far outweighs your discretion."
I sigh, slumping. I shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose. Since it began I’ve been out of my leaguer here. "Well, you aren't the first person to tell me that." I sit down on the edge of her bed and blow a lock of hair out of my face. "So why are you calling me valuable instead of throwing things or shooting at me?"
Desma laughs and drapes herself among the cushions. "Dear. I had every confidence you would open my prize. I knew the temptation was simply a little too much for my pretty Pandora." She turns the open crate to the first girl, who arches as the spores wash over her face and breasts. The slut breathes in greedily, softly moaning as her skin flushes beneath the chemicals of the alien plant. Desma watches intently as the girl drinks the spores. "You have merely become far more useful to me than your mere piloting skills. Tell me. Do you know why Chelth is so expensive?"
"W-why?" I ask, watching Desma's pretty, plump sluts breathing in the spores that drove me wild. I suck in a gasp as the girls’ moan, their breasts beginning to swell, pushing through the faint shimmer of their holographic bras. Desma smiles, cupping one of the growing breasts. A gentle squeeze makes the girl whimper in helpless arousal, and a bead of the thick sap prick her fattening nipple. "Because first,” the mistress of the palace purrs, “you need a certain plant. A plant from a world well known to be able to prey upon any living thing which enters its atmosphere. A world that you could be shot for even looking at.
"Second," she says, squeezing a little harder, forcing the bead to become a droplet that slowly slides down the slut's heaving breast, "you need a woman to ingest the spores. Because that is the only way for it to metabolize properly into what you need.
"And finally." Desma leans forward, taking the thick sap with a single swipe of her tongue. She smacks her lips, then shudders, her skin flushing a vivid pink of desire. "You need to milk it from a host.
"And thanks to you," she says, releasing the girl who falls to the satin sheets, quivering in an ecstasy of arousal, so enwrapped in the mere tactile sensations of the blankets on her hypersensitive skin she cries out and cums on the spot. "I have the only source. And I have no intention of giving any of it up."
I watch, shuddering with desire as she milks her slut. My breasts throb with sympathy and I feel some of the sap oozing from my swollen nipples. Stars I want that to be me. I look at Desma pointedly, teasing the zipper down on my flight suit just enough to reveal my cleavage and the edges of my blue lace bra. "How much are these worth to you?"
Desma laughs in genuine amusement. "How cute," she says. She rises from the bed, the red glow of the tiles lighting her from beneath, outlining the wide curves of her hips and voluptuous swell of her breasts and ass. Again I catch myself admiring her form. Like some savage goddess of fertility bound in tech and given life. "You think to bargain? Very well." She crosses the floor in a single stride and grasps my swollen teat. The shock of her touch punches into my core, static snapping across my swollen breast. My knees nearly buckle. I sway, crying out with the sudden pleasure. Desma’s eyes glow with amusement. "You carry in your pretty teats the most valuable substance in this sector. Every pirate, merchant or junky will want you. Will happily kill to get you, strap you into some dark room, and have you live out the rest of your days being milked by pumping engines like some pretty dairy cow."
"Ohhhh," I moan as she hefts my breast. I lean back, letting her touch me as the nectar drools from my breast and saturates my bra. "That's o-one offer... what's yours, L-Lady Desma?"
She grins, leaning forward and inhaling my scent. "I will keep you safe my pet. I will milk you with love and care and never more than you need." Her fingers trail across my breasts, raising goosebumps and an aching pleasure which swells across my body in a wave of arousal. "You will live in wealth and splendor. Everything you want will be at your fingertips. And," she adds, leaning forward, catching my drooping chin on the tip of her finger and turning my face towards her. "I will naturally have a proper guard for so valuable a prize. And Sirrin does seem somewhat taken with you."
I look his way and Sirrin flushes where he stands, quite noticeable on his very pale skin.
I struggle to think, forcing my way through the pink haze of desperate need. "I think..." I shudder. "I need to mull it over, Lady Desma. But... mmmmmm... in the mean time... if you would like to milk me. I am feeling rather... heavy." I watch her fingers tease me, my heart pounding in my chest and my tender nipples full and dribbling.
"Mmm," she purrs. "Gladly." Leaning forward, she takes a cloth garbed nipple between her lips and gently sucks.
"Ohhhhh," I moan, feeling my precious milk release into her sucking mouth. "I mean... I mean... show me how you will harvest my milk ohhhh god." I stroke her head as she sucks at my laden breast. They feel as if they have swollen two cup sizes, although surely some of that is purely the temporary engorgement.
"Why?" she hums, nibbling on my rigid nipple. "Do you dislike this way?"
"Oh, I like it.. mmm... very much, Lady Desma, in fact I would freely share with you in…in this manner. As much as you'd like, but from ah...” I struggle to form coherent sentences. “Oooohhh...A practical standpoint I would like to know our normal ah-arrangement w-would be.”
Desma chuckles. "You see Sirrin?" she says, straightening, looming over me. "This is why I wish a woman such as her. Able to think so ably even in the throes of such pleasure."
"She is remarkable," the assassin says tenderly.
She chuckles. "You would say that wouldn't you." She gestures. I catch a flash on her finger tip. An embedded control chip no doubt. From the depths of the room a black orb comes forth. It opens, revealing a set of fat cups of some strange white fabric. Desma takes one, tilting them so I can see the interior, which appears lined with microscopic pouches. "A clever little device. While you sleep, a proper pump shall be latched onto your lovely breasts. But during the day, you will wear these delightful little things. They will constantly milk you, drawing out your lovely cream and storing it in these pads. Then, when they are filled, they will be collected and emptied. Such an elegant solution, with the added bonus of training your body to produce your sap at its maximum potential.
"Think of it Zera,” she breathes, slinking closer again. Filling my awareness with her scent of desire and the sharp tang of static. “To be constantly milked. Your pretty teats always swollen, suckled every hour of the day. And whenever I can find the time, I will be glad to extract it more..." she gives a smoky smile, flicking a spark to my torrid nipple and sending a stab of pleasure through my chest, "...intimately."
Practically mad with lust and desire, I don’t hesitate a second. "I accept your offer," I say looking from her to the machine with excitement. "Shall we try it out, Lady Desma?" I ask, as I unlace my boots and begin to remove my flightsuit, practically tearing it in my eagerness. "I'll let you decide on the method, but my breasts are feeling rather heavy and tender."
I remove my blue lace bra as I shuck out of the flightsuit. As I thought, my breasts are at least two cup sizes larger, swelling from my
chest. My nipples are thicker and constantly oozing with the sweet-smelling nectar. I run my hand over them, gathering some of the liquid on my fingers and tasting it for the first time.
The flavour is unlike anything I’ve ever known before. It’s sweet and hot. Smooth and thick. Like the sudden orgasm of sex focused on my tongue. My taste buds buzz, so overwhelmed by the shock they throb with a dull tenderness. My head spins. My body aches with the same loving numbness as my tongue as the sensation spreads across me.
"I thought you might," Desma says. She removes the cups and cap my swollen breasts. They latch onto my nipples, adhering seamlessly. Their pure whiteness contrasts sharply with my reddened skin. Then, they begin to suck. It's a tender feeling. A massaging of the flesh, my creamy sap sucked from my swollen breasts, drawing away the desperate pressure which once stuffed my chest.
"Ooohhhh yessss," I gasp, falling onto my hands and knees on Lady Desma's bed. I moan with animal pleasure as my fat, dangling tits are suckled by the cups. "It's so good. How much... how much of the nectar will my body produce?"
Desma smiles, watching as I writhe in pleasure on her bed. "At your peak? Nearly three gallons a day my dear. And that is only the beginning." She daintily sits down beside me, stroking my quivering flanks, running her hand along my hip and resting her palm against my twitching cunt. "There are ways of increasing such production. Perhaps, in time, we will explore them. Though you may find it...difficult to move afterwards.
"But there is time for such things," she breathes, her middle finger gliding down my puffy folds. "But you are here. Now. Kneeling upon my bed, your body producing the greatest drug known to the galaxy. What do you want my pretty little pirate?" She slides her finger past my clutching walls, slipping inside my sopping cunt. "What do you need?"
"Ooooooooh," I moan as her finger slips into my steamy pussy, my inner walls convulsing around her electric touch. "M-milked...” I groan. “Fucked. Please." My mind is addled by the sweet nectar I tasted. "Bigger. More milk. Oooooh..." I jerk my hips, pushing my pussy back against her fingers. "So good, Lady Desma. P-please. Make me your cow. M-make me…"