Galactic Bandits 3

by Duke Campbell

  It was delicious and warm, but still refreshing. It gave Regan a quick intoxicating rush, like a shot of espresso and hard liquor. His body tingled and his sense of touch intensified as Calico rubbed the juice onto his skin.

  Once it was spread all over him, Calico began to lick it off. She did so slowly, sucking all over his body. When she reached his cock, she took her time. She licked and sucked slowly, stroking his length occasionally with her hands. Regan wanted her to go to town, and she must have sensed this, because that’s exactly what she did.

  She sucked on him while Regan felt lost. He was being filled with nothing but pleasure.

  She stopped, not wanting to get him too excited. They kissed each other for a few moments before he grabbed a new piece of fruit. He broke it open over her body, letting it drip over her slender shoulders and perky breasts before he offered her a sip.

  She licked the edge of the melon peel and winked at Regan while she did so.

  He rubbed the juice into her everywhere, feeling her and squeezing her as he did so. When he went down on her, he explored wildly with his tongue, tasting and sucking on her, making her moan and pull on his hair.

  She pulled his head in deeper and told him she wanted him.

  So he climbed her, slowly, and joined her.

  He entered her slowly, reaching behind her and grabbing her ass as he did so. He pulled her into him as much as he pushed into her. She dug her claws into his back. The sting mixing with the pleasure from the juice on his skin created a sensation that he wanted more of.

  She pulled him faster. He gave it to her, grinding into her as she whimpered and moaned. She touched herself while sucking on his fingers.

  Then she looked into Regan’s eyes. It was the sexiest stare she had ever given him. She whispered, “Put some kittens in me, Captain.”

  She didn’t have to ask him twice.

  He thrust harder, holding her hands above her head as he did so. The grass continued to push out pollen with each hard thrust. It was covering them now. He felt it all building up in him, ready to explode into her fertile insides.

  Calico began to shake mildly.

  Regan began to let go.

  Then they both climaxed together.

  Calico let out a long moan that turned into a laugh. Regan laughed as well, feeling drunk and pleasure-filled in the strangest of ways.

  He laid on top of her for a moment, then rolled over into the grass next to her.

  Regan felt still and free of worry. He felt absorbed in the moment. It held him.

  He turned to look into her beautiful eyes. He whispered, “Were you serious about…”

  “I’m a princess, you know. That means I have a bloodline I need to keep going. A bloodline I want to infuse with someone as strong and worthy as you.”

  Well, shit.

  That’s kinda hot.

  He then remembered he was being watched by a crowd of people. The candles strengthened in their glow, the tips of the flames seeming to draw toward Calico. It must’ve been her innate power drawing the energy toward her.

  Was she even stronger now?

  Before Regan could ponder it further, a single applause interrupted his thoughts.

  “Woohoo!” Bob shouted,

  Regan propped himself up on his elbows and gave Bob a look.

  Seriously, Bob?

  Calico giggled and kissed Regan on the cheek. “Time to face my father. Let’s hope that was a good enough show.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Regan and Calico put their robes back on and returned to the smaller chamber. Before they left the viewing room, Regan noticed the king had a smile on his face. He was impressed, it seemed, with Regan’s performance.

  Calico and Regan showered then exited the smaller chamber. They entered a small room where the elder from before stood. She had new clothes for them. They were clean and soft. Regan winked at Calico when he felt the material.

  “Seriously,” Regan started. “I want a captain’s uniform made of this stuff.”

  Calico laughed and put her hand on his shoulder. “We can get outfits for every member of the crew if you want. After that show, I’m sure my father will be feeling more than accommodating.”

  Calico then straightened out Regan’s shirt collar, continuing, “We have to go to a reception real quick. It won’t take too long, but there will be many people congratulating us and wanting to toast to us. It’s proper that we attend.”

  “Sounds good.” Regan stopped for a moment, then asked, “Was there even a way to fail that ritual? Everyone seems impressed with our… performance… but how else could it have gone?”

  “Oh, it’s possible to fail,” Calico said, laughing as she recalled failed Rite of Hissocks of the past. “If you had been hit too hard by the grass or the fruit, then you likely would have embarrassed yourself and been unable to perform.”

  “Really? And you didn’t think you needed to give me a heads up?”

  Calico smiled at Regan and put on her sexy face. “I knew you would rise to the challenge. You always do. Now, let’s go greet our guests.”

  Calico and Regan entered the crowded Reception Hall. Everyone in attendance applauded when the newly announced couple made their first official appearance. A waiter brought them a tray of drinks, which Regan and Calico lifted, then gave each other a toast. The entire room followed suit.

  Guests greeted them and bowed to them, and Regan, for the first time, felt like royalty. He also understood why Calico would get tired of this life. Just the brief amount of time he spent in this room was enough to see that the protocols and necessary procedures that came with living in the spotlight were a bit much for him.

  Norio made his way over to the couple and nodded.

  “I suppose you are a worthy suitor after all,” he said. “I hope there are no hard feelings.”

  Regan wanted to laugh at Norio. Though he was seemingly accepting of his fate, it was clear that he was furious. He had proposed a challenge before his own king and lost in front of his people.

  Regan extended his hand.

  “All good, Norio,” was all he said.

  Norio bowed and walked away.

  Regan then leaned into Calico. “I don’t see your father here. We need to talk with him as soon as we can.”

  Calico nodded. “He knows. When he has a moment, his advisor will come and collect us. He likely just had to go officially open the Throne Room. It’s all procedure. Don’t worry.”

  Then Bob and the rest of the crew joined Regan and Calico. They were all smiles and hugs.

  “Wouldn’t mind if you were able to bring some of that fruit on board the ship when we leave,” Straya said to Calico, followed up by an elbow nudge.

  “Agreed,” Arkei said. “That looked quite enjoyable.”

  Calico smirked. “It’s for ritualistic purposes only, but I might be able to pull a few strings.”

  “I am not one for breaking the rules,” Reverie began. “But with my power, I’m sure I could make even one fruit go a long way.”

  Damn. These ladies are the best.

  Then the advisor presented himself. He bowed before Regan and Calico and congratulated them on their successful ritual performance. It was clear he wanted to say many things to Calico, but he restrained himself. Regan reminded himself that the advisor was like a father figure of sorts to Calico. The expression on his face was one of pride.

  “The king will see you now,” was all he said.

  “It is possible for my entire crew to join us?” Regan asked.

  The advisor nodded and motioned that they follow.

  The group left the Reception Hall and walked down a long hallway full of ceiling-high paintings of past royalty. They passed through several series of guards. For Regan, the status of royalty was starting to firmly set in.

  Until this point, the Pershans had been ushering him and his crew through rear entrances and back doors. But now, this hallway they walked through was impressive and the guards they passed were se
rious. This was a king’s hallway, and Regan was walking down it with his new bride.

  Just before the Throne Room doors, security raised an arm to them.

  “You must disarm yourselves before entering,” the guard said.

  The advisor paused and turned to the crew. He nodded as if this were protocol.

  “It’s okay,” Calico said to the crew. “It’ll all be kept safe.”

  Arkei and Straya unloaded the most, from blasters to small knives. Reverie had nothing to hand over, nor did Squit or Posha. Bob, however, had a pretty advanced pistol in his pants, which surprised Regan.

  He shrugged his shoulders when he removed it and set it on the table with the other weapons.

  “Squit has been teaching me to shoot,” Bob said with a wink.

  “That’s not all she’s been teaching you,” Arkei commented with a snicker.

  Once everyone was unarmed, Regan nodded at the advisor who alerted security that it was safe for them to pass. The doors opened before them, and they entered the massive Throne Room.

  The king sat in his throne at the front, looking significantly more impressive than before. His robes were nothing less than the finest materials. It seemed that his color was made of golden silk. And his crown was tall, giving life to his mane.

  A great deal of chatter echoed throughout the room when the crew entered, but as soon as the audience realized the princess and her new suitor had entered as well, they all quieted down immediately. They bowed before the princess and Regan, demonstrating extreme respect.

  The king stood from his throne. Whatever business was being discussed prior to their entrance was now put on hold. The king stepped down from his elevated position and embraced his daughter. He then embraced Regan.

  Regan could feel all eyes in the room on him. There were whispers and some pointing too. Regan wondered if any of them knew of him, or of Rubicio’s corruption.

  “Before we get to business,” the king said. “I want to let you both know that was a fine performance. Your worthiness for each other is clear.”

  The king leaned in more closely.

  “And appeasing me with the ritual means a great deal personally, so thank you.” He then leaned back and raised his voice. “Now tell me what it is that you need.”

  Calico hesitated for a moment and looked at Regan, who nodded. He would back up whatever she said.

  “We need to get inside the Intergalactic Council Space Station,” Calico began. “I need you to grant me a temporary advisor status so I can achieve that.”

  The king started walking, with Calico and Regan walking alongside him.

  “That is a big deal,” the king said. “Temporary status is highly scrutinized, as is full status. While I am able to grant such a thing, it is not done so lightly. Besides, what reason brings you to enter the Intergalactic Council’s Space Station?”

  “We need access to the Emergency Communications System,” Calico said.

  “Why would you need access to such a thing?” the king asked. The king paused, looking at Calico as if she didn’t understand the severity of what she was asking. He was hearing her out, but he was carefully examining what she was saying as well.

  Calico froze up, so Regan interjected. “We need to bring Councilor Rubicio down, your highness.”

  The king looked at Regan with a curious expression, but he didn’t seem surprised. If anything, it was as if he had been waiting for the question to be asked. The king continued walking and looked away from Regan. He rubbed his chin. Then he stopped pacing and looked at Regan again.

  “Calico, my answer is no,” the king said. “You have not earned such a position. Not yet.” He then faced Regan. “I have heard of your exploits, Human.”

  While Regan knew that word had gotten to the king, Regan wasn’t going to be the first one to bring it up. The king had been holding his knowledge back. Maybe to test Regan. Either way, Regan felt a bit guilty.

  “You have taken down oppressors left and right,” the king continued. “You also put the petulant Norio in his place. And you’ve managed to pull Calico out of whatever harebrained scheme she had been cooking up with… Who was it, Mephistopheles?”

  Calico was stunned. She looked at her father with embarrassment and surprise.

  “You knew I was with Mephistopheles?”

  The king shook his head. “I didn’t know where you were all this time. Not until feeling the pulse of your power did I have a line on you. But you gave my advisor the registration of your ship. It didn’t take long to put two and two together.”

  The king then turned back to Regan and put his hands on his shoulders.

  “However, from what I’ve heard, Calico and a lot of other individuals would be significantly worse off if it weren’t for you, Regan. The bottom line is that I trust you. The position of advisor is one that I do not grant lightly, but you have proven yourself, time and time again.”

  The king stepped back from Regan and raised his arm. A Royal Pershan Guard came running over with a rectangular velvet box. The king opened it and revealed a card—mostly clear with exposed intricate circuitry, about the size of a business card. The king removed it from the box and offered it to Regan.

  “I name you advisor, Regan,” the king said. “And with it, comes this.”

  Regan accepted the card, unsure what purpose it served. “Thank you, your highness. But what does this do?”

  “This card will get you inside and clear any red flags that might have been placed on you or your ship,” the king said. “You should know the Emergency Communications System is not accessible unless two or more access it at a time, and one must be a councilor, not an advisor.”

  The king took a moment to let the information sink in, but Regan wasn’t quite sure what he was saying.

  “While I can grant advisor positions,” the king continued. “I’ve retired as a councilor. I did so in the time my daughter went missing.”

  Calico put her head down, slightly embarrassed.

  “You’ll have to find someone else to help you with that,” the king concluded.

  Regan nodded and smiled at the king. “Your highness,” he began. “You have welcomed me into your home. Allowed me the hand of your daughter. And now offer me this. I thank you for all of it.”

  The king nodded. “You have earned all that you speak of.”

  “I will treat the position with respect, as well as your name, as I use this card. I don’t take this lightly.” Regan paused for a moment. “I also want to thank you for what you have done for us. When it comes to finding a councilor to aid us in our effort, I’m sure we will make it work.”

  There had to be others out there who were against the corruption that Rubicio was spreading. Finding one might be tricky, but Regan was good in tricky situations. He would figure this one out as well.

  He had secured an advisor card.

  No. I AM an advisor! And I’m married to a princess who is willing to share me with other space babes.

  Regan nodded at the king. He would make this work.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Regan and his crew boarded their ship, all wearing new outfits made of luxurious Paudetria material. Even though Calico was the only crew member from the planet, their clothes still fit them all naturally. It all seemed custom, and Regan assumed there must be some trick to it.

  For the first time, his crew looked like they were part of a team. They all shared a uniform. He hadn’t even thought about going all Star Trek until he felt the fabric, and now there was no going back.

  They took their positions on the bridge. Bob stood next to Squit near the edge. The two of them whispered and giggled with each other as they got situated into their seats. Posha sat opposite them, buckling himself in slowly. Reverie was closest to Regan, and as she sat down next to him he remembered that her power was low, and that they would need to get together soon. Arkei and Straya sat next to each other and began entering the coordinates for the Intergalactic Council’s station. They moved t
he hologram map with their hands and navigated out their course.

  Once nailed down, they sent the navigation to Calico, who sat in the pilot’s chair. She locked it into her navigation system as she put the FTL jump in place. She turned back and looked at Regan.

  He returned the look. His wife. His pilot on this crazy space adventure.

  What a life. This is all so fucking crazy.

  “Punch it,” he said.

  Calico winked at him, pressed several buttons, then pulled the throttle back. The ship jumped. The stars became a meditation of still light. Regan smiled as he looked at the passing galaxy outside.

  As nice as this moment was, he couldn’t shake off his nerves. He would be going up against the most powerful force in the universe. A political party that was trying to secure the legal means to destroy his entire planet because of the actions he had taken. It was a heavy thought.

  Regan felt like he was a part of a fictitious drama, a sci-fi movie in which he starred as a renegade outlaw fighting for everyone else. The thought gave him a spark of energy that wasn’t present before.

  He was kidnapped from Earth, and his response was to make himself useful by challenging warriors and kings, destroying a ship of pirates, ending the reign of dictators and criminals, bringing down mob bosses, and, of course, having a passionate relationship with four incredible space babes.

  Regan felt that whatever was going to come his way, he was prepared as he would ever be. Nervous was just fine. It meant he cared. And in all of his previous trials, he overcame these nerves.

  As they flew faster than light through space, Regan smiled and gazed out the windshield. He belonged in this universe and he was liberating it.

  Calico slowed the throttle down. The ship came out of its jump on the edge of the Intergalactic Council’s station.

  Holy shit.

  It was unreal. It was massive, unlike anything Regan had seen. It didn’t even look like a space station. It looked like an island. An island floating in space that stretched beyond his sight. It was bustling with ships, escorts, and an interconnected transportation system. There were skyscrapers and long stretches of parks and monuments, with stages and areas set up for amusement.