Sex, the Stars & Princess Simla

by Sally Hollister

  “Yes and no. I can’t explain it, Shap, because you don’t understand sex.”

  “I understand programming, mistress, and your urges seem much the same.”

  “I refuse to argue with you,” she said huffily.

  “Good,” the android replied.

  She met Yaf for lunch at a café in Paris on the Rue de Rivoli and his smile inspired her like a summer’s day.

  “You took your time picking up on me last night,” she said while reading the menu.

  “I’m not a mind-reader, darling. Multi-talented in many other ways, but not a mind-reader.”

  “We need to talk.”

  “We need to fuck.”

  “That’s what we need to talk about.”

  He tentatively put a hand on her knee and was glad to note that Shap didn’t react. “I’m not pushing you, what do you want?”

  She looked glum which made his heart sink. “I want to be with you, but properly.”

  He smiled to try and lift her. “Man and wife, no problem, I’m up for it.”

  “Oh, Yaf, we’re in the middle of a war.”

  Yaf groaned and held his waist. “Don’t I know it. I’m going to ban basic training once this is over.”

  “Listen, Yaf, I’m not tied to any prehistoric moral code, but I’d like to wait … till this is over.” She looked at his crestfallen face. “Doesn’t mean we can’t fool around.”

  Yaf grimaced. “That’s as bad as having Shap watching over us. Anyway, I’m too old for touchy feely and blue balls.”

  “I have a feeling it’ll be worth waiting for.”

  “Oh, I’m absolutely sure it will be, just that I don’t know if I can control myself.”

  “Snap,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. “What say we play it by ear with the general intention of not doing the dirty deed until we’re married, but accepting that sometimes you’ve just gotta do what you’ve gotta do.”

  “A get-out clause, I like that.”

  The waiter brought their meal and Simla said, “You can take your hand off my leg now, you’ll need it to eat.”

  In reply he ran it a little further up her leg and squeezed her inner thigh.

  “She popped a piece of veal into her mouth and said, “Easy tiger, or we’re never gonna make it to a honeymoon if you keep that up.”

  “It’s Paris, the city of love,” he protested.

  “It’s also a pavement café and I’m not fucking in public unless I’m getting paid for it.”

  “This is the girl that was getting off watching Elfi.”

  “I was not!”

  “Were too, I saw you.”

  “You were jacking off too, you dirty pervert”

  Yaf hung his head as their little spat was drawing attention. “Jeeze, Simla, I’m in uniform, think of the reputation of Pendor.”

  Simla looked around her. “Relax, I’m more famous than you’ll ever be.”

  “Oh yeah?” the First Minister puffed out his chest.

  Simla smiled over at the little girl who had been sitting with her mother at the next table. Her eyes had never left Simla since she’d sat down. Simla smiled at the girl and her mother gave her an encouraging pat on the back. The girl hopped off her seat and took two steps over to Simla and held out a pen and pad. Simla took them and signed her name before returning them and giving the girl a peck on the cheek.

  “What the hell was that?” Yaf asked.

  “You are lunching, dear boy, with the Avenger of Halven. I could pick my roles on Jaip if I wanted to.”

  “Oh, so being a mere Princess isn’t enough for you?”

  Simla sipped at her wine daintily. “Nothing wrong with a little ambition.”

  “No wife of mine is going to be an actress. You’d need to get your tits enhanced and I like them the way they are.”

  “They like you too.”

  “They’ve never met me, only my ghost.”

  “Speaking of which, has Elfi come up with any results on your phasing thing?”

  “She’s been running tests, says I’d have disappeared forever if I’d phased one more time, so I guess we’re lucky.”

  “You know, it occurs that I would have cottoned on eventually, even if you hadn’t told me.”

  “How so?”

  “You looked and felt real, but you never smelt of anything and I have a keen sense of smell.”

  “Maybe I’d just showered.”

  “Even clean, you’d still smell of something, if only soap. Nope, I’d have caught you out and told Shap to spank you for being a naughty boy.”

  “You can get rid of him now, can’t you?”

  “Of course, I have his command codes.”

  “It’ll be strange, not seeing him hovering at your shoulder.”

  “I’ve tried leaving at home a couple of times, but it’s like going out nude, strangely disquieting.”

  “I shall defend you now, my Princess,” the lieutenant offered gallantly.

  Simla dimpled but said, “You needn’t worry about me, Yaf, I just don my powered armor and I’m a super woman.”

  “You have an armored suit? Talk about the privileges of rank.”

  “It wasn’t rank got me it, it was Elfi using me as a guinea pig, and my ass still hurts.”

  “I hate to ask what you girls get up to.

  “You have a mind like a sewer, dear boy, and I love you for it. Shall we discuss wedding plans?”

  “When?”

  “The day after peace is declared. At the Palace. Elfi for best maid. Who do you want for best man?”

  “I’m a politician, Simla, I don’t have a lot of close friends.”

  “The Admiral?”

  “No, I’d always thought I’d marry a Pendoran farmer’s daughter and the custom there is to have the bride’s brother as best man.”

  “But I have no brother, the Great Father has no sons.”

  “Closest you have to a brother then. Shap, if he’ll do me the honour.”

  “Shap?” she said surprised and then turned to the android. “Shap?”

  “Mistress, if I understand correctly this is an accolade not ordinarily given to non-humans. I would be the first android to perform this function. First Minister Alrick offers me a rare distinction. I am proud to accept.”

  In the end he had to almost carry Yaf to a taxi as the Pendoran had not acclimatised to Earth’s gravity.

  The following evening, Simla was in the kitchen of her apartment and trying to prove to Yaf that she could cook when he came up behind her, encircled her waist and began kissing the back of her neck.

  “Yaf!” she protested.

  “It’s okay, I’m just testing my will power.”

  It was obviously failing because she could feel the bulge in his pants growing against her ass.

  “Yaf!” she complained again.

  In answer he reached round and began tracing his fingers round her nipples.

  “Hey, they may be small, but they’re on hair triggers.”

  He cupped her breasts and squeezed them. “You said we could do touchy feely.”

  “At the proper time and place. You’ve basically ambushed me while I’m chopping onions.”

  He began nibbling on the lobe of her left ear. “Let’s forget dinner.”

  “I’m starving.”

  “I could feed you.”

  “Yeah, I know what with.”

  He lifted her kilt and ground against her. “Meal fit for a Princess. Large portion and growing by the minute.”

  She felt her resistance weakening, it wasn’t real sex after all. “Mmm,” she groaned quietly and pushed back against the strong thrusting of his cock.

  Yaf dropped to his knees and with one swift movement pulled her tights down to her knees. His hands parted the cheeks of her ass and he buried his face in her warmth. She felt his lips puckering and kissing her pussy and ass-hole. The sensations were so strong they made her move forward to lean on her elbows on the kitchen counter. This shoved the round o
rb of her behind into Yaf’s face, an experience he obviously enjoyed as he began eagerly lapping between her cheeks.

  “Oh God, that is just glorious,” she breathed. There was a muffled grunt in reply as he grabbed her hips and pulled her even further onto his face. Wanting him to reach her clit she pushed the chopping board aside so that she could rest her face on the counter and allow him better access. He soon found the tantalising button and switched from lapping to flicking the tip of his tongue against it. She felt the heat rising in her and pulled up her tunic to get her own hands on her nipples. She tweaked and twisted gently and the sensations moved down her body to join those emanating from her cunt. But he still wasn’t giving her exactly what she wanted, so she lifted herself up on her tiptoes to give him even greater access.

  “There, there, there,” she moaned and Yaf manfully flicked his tongue at her clit and used the breadth of it to separate and excite the folds of her pussy. His hands were now clamped on her ass and were alternately massaging her buttocks and spreading them further apart.

  “Oh, Yaf, your tongue feels so good.”

  “And your pussy tastes wonderful,” he replied, breaking away for a moment and gulping air.

  She wiggled her ass, trying to get him into the correct position to give her maximum pleasure, but it seemed impossible to achieve her goal with the shapes of their relative anatomies. Finally, she gave up. “Let me turn round, Yaf,” she said over her shoulder.

  Yaf’s wet face popped from her bottom. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  He stood up and once she was facing him he lifted her so she was perched on the counter.

  “Your fault for starting that way,” she said, seeing his face, slathered in her juice and his own saliva.

  “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

  He knelt down and lowered his mouth to her pussy again and used his tongue to sweep aside the long, glossy, black strands of her pubic hair, till her pink lips were exposed. He flicked at these with his tongue for an age as the pressure built in her. Finally, he moved a little upward and licked around the tiny hood covering the seat of her pleasure.

  “Aah,” Simla let out a long, satisfied, sigh.

  “Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

  “Oh shut up,” she replied tartly, fastening her hands to his scalp.

  “It smells of garlic down here.”

  Simla realised she was sitting on the chopping board and her ass was spread out over where she’d been crushing the bulbs. She pulled his face into her pussy, a garlic-smelling ass was the least of her worries.

  Yaf worked at her pussy with a will, performing a medley of stroking her lips, tickling her clit and stabbing her pussy-hole. She felt the storm building and began moving her cunt against his face. Her long legs went over his shoulders and her heels drummed against his back, urging him on to greater effort. He put the tip of his finger into her opening and began stretching her but it was unnecessary, the floodgates had been opened and she knew her orgasm was imminent. “I’m gonna come,” she snorted.

  “Wha ..?”

  “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!”

  “Good girl!”

  “I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!” And she twisted at his head with her hands while her legs flew out straight and clamped like a vice round his neck. “Oh, Yaf, oh, baby, oh my darling.”

  She leaned back on her elbows and took a series of long, deep breaths. Yaf, for his part, untangled himself from her legs and stood up. He looked at her with a proud look on his face before pulling her head to his and kissing her ferociously. She could taste her pussy, earthy and oceanic, in his mouth and revelled in it. She noticed that he’d pulled his cock out at some point because it was knocking against her shin.

  “Swap?” she suggested, sliding off the counter.

  “I am an officer of the Pendoran Navy, ma’am, and I can’t have my ass smelling of garlic, it’s a court-martial offense.”

  She grabbed his cock and led him through to the lounge where she pushed him on to a couch. Dropping to her knees, she stared at her man’s cock and drooled, literally letting spit ooze from her mouth and dribble down her chin. Her eyes flicked up to watch Yaf’s reaction. His eyes widened and, as she looked down, his cock thickened.

  “Yaf Alrick,” she said, “I am now going to suck your brains out.”

  “Do your worst,” he replied defiantly.

  She shuffled towards him on her knees and, reaching out with her fingertips, flicked at his semi-swollen flesh. His cock quivered like a guitar string and swelled a little more. She took it in her hand, gripping it tightly just below the bulbous head and licked her lips. Yaf let out a little, stifled, moan. She jerked his thick penis with her hand, moving it up and down with a steady rhythm. Yaf closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch.

  “Are you ready, my love?”

  His head nodded unconsciously. “Nnh.”

  Simla leant down and gave his cock a tentative lick on the opening at its tip. Her saliva glistened on it and she licked again, feeling his cock harden in her hand. She let her tongue go further, licking around the head as the noises Yaf made grew in volume. The head of his cock was now slick with her spit. She released the shaft and licked along the underside of it. It swelled further as she took his balls in her hand and gently squeezed. Now she took his cock sideways between her teeth and again gently exerted pressure, like a warm, wet, vice. Yaf rested his hands gently on her head. She pushed his cock out of her mouth with her tongue and finally engulfed the head into her moist mouth. The smell of him was strong in her nostrils, male and musky, and she moved her head up and down a little, letting the underside of his cock rub against the wetness of her tongue. Yaf lifted his hips towards this source of pleasure and she felt his cock moving further into her mouth. She tightened the grip of her mouth to allow her to control him, but knew that the passion, the mad sexual urge was growing on him. His hands were tighter on his head, his hips were thrusting faster. She began moving her mouth faster up and down on his beautiful cock. She ran her hands over the knotted muscles of his thighs as he pushed upwards. This was he, the man she loved, and she was pleasuring him, which gave her intense satisfaction. She took one hand and returned it to the underside of his balls, letting her fingertips play little arpeggios against his full sack.

  “Oh baby,” he croaked.

  She pushed him out of her mouth. “Go ahead, if you want to.”

  But he wouldn’t let her take him in her mouth again. Instead he jumped up from the couch and pulling her from the floor, pushed her onto her back on it. She threw her legs open, she was ready, and damn whatever pledges they’d made previously. Yaf hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted them till her ass was moved to the very edge of the couch. His cock, swaying in front of him like a hypnotised serpent, he grabbed with his hand before pointing it at her crotch. “Are you sure, honey?”

  “Oh yes, oh yes, I want it, Yaf, I want you to give it to me.”

  His cock stirred the folds of her pussy lips as he leaned over her and kissed her passionately.

  This was it, she closed her eyes and waited. And felt Yaf pulled from her arms with a loud yell of complaint. Her eyes flashed open and she saw Shap lifting Yaf and placing him gently on the opposite couch.

  “Shap, what are you doing?”

  “I have had new programming inserted, mistress,” the android droned.

  “My father! The bastard!” she spat.

  “Negative, mistress. It was not the Great Father who installed this new programming.”

  Simla sat up straight. “Then who the hell was it?”

  “It was Dr Vilek.”

  “Elfi? What’s she got against me getting laid?”

  “That was not the purpose of the programming. Dr Vilek gave me a sense of humor.”

  Simla looked over at Yaf’s slowly deflating cock, which she’d once found so alluring, and burst into laughter.

  XIII

  “You saved
me from a fate worse than lust,” Simla laughed.

  She and Elfi were picnicking in the courtyard of the Institute where Simla, as Remo, had her ass kicked by Shap.

  “Wonder why he picked on that particular situation to demonstrate his sense of humor?”

  “Who cares? Yaf and I had a kind of loose agreement that we’d try and save it till we were married, and we nearly lost it.”

  “I can remove the humor sub-routine if you like,” the Doctor offered.

  “No, don’t, it makes him more human. I just have to get used to it, and I’ll have to get used to having his command codes. I told him to revert to defending my honor if Yaf and I try to do it again before we’re married. Do you think that’ll work?”

  Elfi grinned and swallowed the bite of sandwich she’d been chewing. “Nope. You can cancel that command with one statement.”

  “Can’t I tell him to ignore me if I give that command?”

  “You’ll give him a nervous breakdown. You need to brush up on command structures and protocols. I’ll set up some classes if you want.”

  Before Simla could reply, one of Elfi’s technicians ran up, her face ashen. “They’re coming,” she screeched, “the Riaz, their invasion fleet is on the way.”

  Simla finagled her way into the Council of War by simply never leaving her father’s side. She knew the Council was planned and would include political and military figures but she also knew that she absolutely had to be there. To claim anything using her reputation as the Avenger of Halven would have been presumptuous, and she knew that many of the senior figures thought of her as no more than a foolish girl who had committed a silly, though undoubtedly brave, act, but she knew in her veins that she had something to contribute. So, she stuck to Derkon’s side from the moment she returned to the Palace.

  She also knew that this Council was likely to end up a shouting match, with voices raised as every one of the Twelve Worlds shouted out their claim to take the lead or expound their own demands. It would be the Great Father who would keep the peace and maintain calm and if that happened, then Simla might be able to contribute some theories of her own.

  As she took her seat at the top table in the Assembly Hall Simla looked quickly over to the Pendor delegation and spotted Yaf at Admiral Thrane’s side. She attempted a little wave of recognition but he was in deep discussion with his military commander and missed it.