by Y. Falstaff
“Put your legs together,” Rick commanded, and she immediately complied, squeezing his dick between her luscious legs.
As she did so, Rick freely groped and squeeze her wonderful breasts, which were full and hung down low on her belly. Though her areolae were fat, the very tips of her nipples were small and hard like little ball bearings. As he freely groped her lovely breasts, Rick pumped his hips in and out, making his long prick poke all the way through her legs repeatedly. Reaching down with one of her hands then, she pulled his hard dick up, so that it glided right between her lips, and she began to hypnotically gyrate her hips and moan.
Bending down, Rick then kissed her neck and continued to pump his long, heavy dick between her thighs. As he did so, she continued to pull up on the head of his pole, forcing it to split her moist lips right down the center.
Feeling that lustful creature deep inside him starting to overcome his senses once again, instead of fighting it, Rick just let go. With his dick poking all the way through her legs, the dark-haired beauty reached down with two small hands and massaged around his swollen head, twisting her wrists around and around. Lost in his lust, within a few minutes, Rick curiously started hearing other whispering voices behind him, and he suddenly stopped the thrusting of his hips and whipped his head around.
The next heartbeat, Rick was completely overwhelmed by what he saw, and he couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. Around the nearby corner, he saw perhaps a dozen women, some aliens, some kull, some like Kitty, but one thing that they all had in common was they were absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, every single one of them. In all honesty, Rick thought he was looking at the latest alien swimsuit edition with only the top, hottest models on display. Dressed in their skimpy, bikini-like outfits, which covered only the bare essentials, the women gathered in a tight cluster, and they giggled and smiled at him playfully.
Turning around completely, Rick's dick popped out from between the dark-haired woman's legs and stood fully erect in front of him, like a baseball bat swinging in the air. As his eyes went from one stunning woman's face and body to the next, Rick realized that in his other life on Earth, he couldn't ever have hoped to fuck even one of these stunning babes, even the worst looking one of the group. Every single one of them was fantastically amazing, and every single one of them thought he was Manza-zar, and they were there to serve him in all ways.
Stepping out from the group then, an orange and black cat-like alien that resembled Kitty, but was striped like a tiger, stepped forward. While Kitty was cute, petite, and flat-chested, this woman had all the right curves and was full-breasted to boot. While Kitty might have been that cute little librarian pussy cat, this shapely goddess of a female was what all that the librarian pussy cats wish they could be. Blinking her long eyelashes at him seductively, just like Kitty, the beautiful alien spoke for the group.
“Would your eminence like any additional assistance?”
Unable to contain his mirth, Rick threw his head back and just laughed out loud then, and as he laughed, the women all looked around at one another and giggled, a little confused. When he was finally done, Rick had his hands on his naked hips, and his dick was pulsating right out in front of him, inviting them all to the feast.
“Yes! I have a special prize for you today, ladies. Here is an all-you-can-eat buffet!” Rick loudly announced, thrusting his hips out and making his dick swing around and around in the air.
“Who do you choose today, your eminence?” the tiger-striped alien asked.
“Choose?! Choose?! Why... Why, I choose you all, every single fucking one of you!” Rick loudly bellowed out, throwing his arms into the air as if he would give them all a group hug.
At his words, all the beautiful women's eyes bulged in unison, and they turned to one another and excitedly whispered back and forth. Then, eagerly stepping forward, the sexy ladies began to disrobe, tossing their skimpy clothing aside. As they all cleared away from the corner they were in, Rick's eyes then fell on a curious object. It was a familiar blue bottle sitting all by its lonesome on a glass pedestal, and as soon as he saw it, he burst out in laughter all over again. Here he thought he'd be killed by seers, found out by Manza-zar, and possibly tortured and killed, but his luck was uncanny. In following his nose and his erection, he had found what he was really looking for, along with an added treat, or several added treats to be precise.
“Now, you with the tiger stripes, down on your hands and knees in front of me. You with the big tits and dark hair, lay on top of her back. Spread your legs... That's it!” Rick began to instruct. “And you there with the blonde hair and big tits... No, not you... well, all right... Heck, what does it matter, right?! You'll all get serviced tonight, ladies!”
As the women crowded around him eagerly awaiting instruction, Rick laughed like a mad man and felt several loving hands stroking his naked body from all around.
“I hope you brought your appetite tonight! I got enough to go around! All you can eat tonight! All you can eat!” Rick happily announced as he was suddenly swarmed by some of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his entire life.
Lost in a world of continuous passionate moans, slapping flesh, and endlessly gyrating hips, Rick just mentally checked out for a while, and he let the savage beast inside him gorge itself like the worst of gluttons. It was like a feast of a starved man too, for his appetite was so great, he just couldn't get enough of them. Like when he had fucked Darkness, Rick completely lost all track of time for the next several hours. During those hours, he lived out about every fantasy he could have ever imagined, and not only lived out his own dreams, he lived out about every other man's dreams as well.
Whether it was lying flat on the ground, on their hands and knees, standing up, crouching, bending over, riding on top, or even swinging from the rafters, Rick recreated the book on sex in every conceivable way. No pussy, mouth, or tight asshole went unfilled by his mammoth dick that night, and when he finally blew his titanic loads, it was like he was a firefighter and all those sexy aliens in the harem were a blaze. By the time he was done gushing, they were almost swimming in his seed it was so thick and heavy. After fucking until he could hardly talk because his tongue was so spent from licking, his dick had literally been rubbed raw and was sore to the touch, and his unquenchable appetite was somehow, miraculously satiated, Rick finally left the gorgeous ladies of Manza-zar's harem behind him.
Taking Jizzy's bottle off the glass pedestal, Rick crept back behind the showers, put back on his clothes, and stuffed both the bottle and cap into his backpack. Taking a final peek at all the lovely women lounging lazily around on colorful pillows, smoking on a great hookah, and their eyes now low and satisfied, Rick couldn't help but giggle to himself like the perverted little devil he was. While back on Earth, he had chased after an Ivy League brat in Candace, who didn't give him the time of day and was only maybe half as good looking as any one of these ladies in the harem, now he had fucked a prized lot of handpicked beauties that even if he had only fucked one of them, it would have been legendary, but he had fucked them all. While there might have been a slave born every minute, occasionally there is also born one lucky motherfucker, and on that day, Rick knew without a doubt that that lucky motherfucker was him.
Checkmate
With Jizzy's cap and bottle secure in his backpack, Rick removed the necklace Darkness had given to him to disguise himself for fear of Kitty accidentally mistaking him for one of the kull and blowing him away with good ole Betty Buckshot. After whispering down to her from the other side of the hatchway to give her fair warning, Rick then slid the stone door of the portal aside and stared down at his loyal feline companion. Faithfully warding over the barely lucid genie, Kitty smiled up at him and appeared genuinely happy to see him.
After scrambling down the rungs of the ladder and giving Kitty a quick hug in greeting, Rick felt like his heart was in his throat. Even though he had somehow miraculously retrieved both his stolen genie and her bottle, ever since he h
ad fled from the harem, he felt like he was constantly hearing heavy footsteps of the kull just behind him and around every corner. It was a queer paranoia that seemed to grow more and more with the realization that he was actually accomplishing, what he initially had thought, was kind of the impossible. Even though he could still hear the city in chaos overhead through the sewer grates and there was literally open warfare on the streets, Rick knew at some point, Manza-zar and his cronies would eventually find out Jizzy had been taken, and when that happened, Rick wanted to be as far away from the city as possible.
“I got it, Kitty! I got it!” Rick breathed, smiling and nodding to his feline companion, who sniffed at him with her tiny cat-like nose and narrowed her wide eyes at him.
Guessing he must have been absolutely reeking of sex, Rick smiled but didn't say anything as Kitty continued to sniff away at him. Crouching beside the beaten and bloodied genie, Rick quickly unshouldered his backpack and retrieved the bottle out of it.
“Jizzy, Jizzy, I got your bottle,” Rick whispered, holding it up in front of her face to show her. “What do I need to do to make you better, huh? Just tell me.”
Unfortunately, at Rick's begging question, Jizzy just moaned inaudibly and writhed on the ground like before, almost as if he wasn't there at all. To Rick, it almost appeared like she had had a long day of drinking and was only barely lucid. Not sure what to do, Rick took her hand in his, and then he placed the bottle in her hand.
“There you go. You can get better now, Jizzy. You can get all better now,” Rick whispered to her, but the genie did not appear to be aware of anything that was going on around her.
Biting his lip, Rick glanced back up at the hatchway overhead that he had set back into place. Knowing he was only hearing his own heartbeat in his hears, Rick still suspected that he was being trailed. Even though he knew he was scaring himself with all this paranoia, Rick knew they needed to move and soon if they hoped to escape. His eyes then fell from the portal overhead and drifted over to the tiny fiery servant that Darkness had summoned to show them the way out of the sewers. Hearing Jizzy's bottle hit the hard stone of the ground a moment later, Rick's eyes then strayed back down to Jizzy, who still appeared completely helpless.
“We need to get out of here,” Rick said, feeling a keen sense of urgency to move and not stay put.
Picking up the distinct blue bottle off the floor, Rick pulled the cap off of it, hoping that might shock the genie back to herself, but that didn't seem to do the trick either. Rick knew, the longer they waited there, the better chance they had of inevitably being discovered, and he knew he just had to move, even if Jizzy was in the pitiful state she was in. Staring into the dark sewer system ahead, Rick thought to himself how this definitely wasn't going to be any fun.
After shoving the bottle back into his backpack, Rick took the shotgun from Kitty, slung it around his torso by the sling, and then the two of them managed to help Jizzy to her feet. Even though the genie was barely conscious, Rick was happy that she did at least seem to help them a little bit, and once stood up on her feet, she managed to lean against either one of them for support under her own power, instead of just being dead weight that they were forced to drag around. With Rick under one of the genie's arms and Kitty under the other supporting her, they readied themselves to depart.
“All right, ladies, let's get the hell out of here. Little burning dude...,” Rick announced, looking to the tiny fiery servant on the stone ledge nearby. “... show us the way out of here.”
After the burning servant bowed, it immediately started off down the broad corridor, and Rick and Kitty helped Jizzy along, one unsteady step at a time.
For the remainder of their time down in those wretched sewers, Rick honestly had no idea whether they were down there only an hour or several hours. After a couple turns down one tunnel system to another, Rick had successfully got himself completely lost again, and both he and Kitty grunted, sweat, and labored on as best they could under the circumstances. By the time they finally reached the final portal sticking out of the city's alabaster wall, Rick was completely spent and honestly ready for a long break.
As the two of them set Jizzy down against the sidewall of the tunnel for a moment to catch their breaths, they stared out into the nighttime desert surrounding the city. Overhead and in the city behind them, Rick could hear painful and terrified screams, hideous laughter, and loud explosions, which occasionally even shook the very place where they stood. The tunnel they were in was suspended a half-dozen feet over a pool of raw sewage which it lazily leaked into, but beyond that tiny pond of waste was the stretching, nighttime desert, as far as the eye could see.
In the partly clouded nighttime sky overhead, he saw a massive pale moon shinning beams of light between the swiftly moving cloud-cover. Occasionally in the distance and far up in the sky, Rick could just make out an explosion, like fireworks going off on the Fourth of July back home in the United States, and then he'd see the wreckage of one of those strange sailing ships come tumbling out of the heavens. Rick wasn't sure exactly what was taking place to cause these explosions, but clearly the demons and devils he had let loose were responsible. Even far in the desert at times, Rick could spot a flare of fire, like a giant column of raging flames that would spark up for just a moment and then immediately die down. Clearly this wasn't the kind of warfare he was familiar with, with guns and bombs, but there was definitely some kind of war going on, and it was happening all over, either deep in the desert, high in the heavens overhead, or behind them in the city.
It was during these moments when he was recovering his breath and standing within that massive sewer pipe, that Rick thought through everything he had done. The explosions, screams of the dying, and the grunts and shouts of aggression never seemed to cease and all those horrible sounds blended together to form a symphony of mayhem the likes Rick had never honestly heard or ever experienced before. In making his deal with Darkness, Rick was personally responsible for literally unleashing hell there, and even though the kull may or may not have deserved it, or made their own bed, so to speak, he still swallowed hard at his decision and hoped Jizzy would soon wake so he might reverse his actions and send those demons back to the nether regions they inhabited before he had so cavalierly let them loose.
Having no idea where they would go or what they would do, Rick knew one thing, they couldn't exactly stay there. Using the cloak of however much nighttime remained and the chaos of warfare to shield their movements, Rick thought it was better that they moved now and get as far away from the city as possible.
“Well, we better get going, Kitty. Help me with Jizzy,” Rick instructed, and the two of them once again helped the barely lucid genie to her wobbly feet.
The next several minutes, Rick did the best he could to get them down out of the stone pipe and onto the sand without having to take a bath in that reeking pond of sewage. After they had managed that, Rick and Kitty shouldered Jizzy and started off into the desert, heading towards what looked like a craggy mountain of sorts in the far distance.
It wasn't but ten minutes into this effort though when Kitty unexpectedly gave out a loud and frightened meow that immediately seized Rick's attention. Turning and looking to his companion, he saw her eyes were wide, and she gestured up into the sky with her hand. Following with his eyes where she was pointing, Rick saw a gigantic sailing ship, like a sixteenth century man-of-war ship he had seen in history books, baring down on them. While this heavy ship was similar to the ones he had seen pictures, it was different in that it was all shinny like chrome, with white puffy sails, and seemed to be somehow miraculously flying through the open sky on nothing but the desert winds. In addition, unlike the other ships he saw being attacked and blown out of the sky, this heavy ship appeared to be heading on a direct course right for them.
“Fuck!” Rick barked out, immediately suspecting that Manza-zar's seers had somehow spotted them and were now looking to capture or outright kill them.
Droppin
g Jizzy to the sandy desert floor, Rick immediately swung his shotgun from around his shoulders. Taking a final peek down at the genie, he saw that she was completely out of it, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Rick knew he wasn't going to be able to wish his way out of this one. Instead, he was going to have to fight. He had figured it would eventually come down to this one way or another, and to be honest, he was more than a little surprised he had gotten this far without a major engagement. But this was it. They had finally found them out.
“All right, Kitty, be ready!” Rick excitedly warned, pumping his shotgun as he watched the massive ship bearing down on them.
Crouched low and with her claws out, Kitty stood faithfully by his side, and the two of them protectively stood directly in front of Jizzy's unconscious body. As Rick raised his shotgun and aimed at the ship, he watched the fat ship bank sharply to starboard just as it got within a few hundred feet of them, and he immediately expected to then see dozens of giant kulls dressed in their colorful garb and carrying their heavy scimitars standing along the railing of the shinny ship. He was shocked and pleasantly surprised then, the next moment, when instead of formidable kulls, he hear a familiar voice shout out at them from the deck of the ship.