Bill and the Spaceship! (Bill in Space (Erotic Fantasy))
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Gwen loved the taste of Larissa mixed with Bill’s spunk. She was moaning as she cleaned up her mate. The last three hours were exhausting, but she wanted to get one more orgasm in for Ariella’s sake before the challenge…
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Tiffani arched her back as Bill spooned her from behind, sliding his cock into her burning ass. It was so dirty but she absolutely loved it. She felt so full and tingled in pleasure as he filled her over and over again. Her pussy twitched as she realized his own batter was the lubrication for this second round.
She gasped in pleasure and pushed back hard as he reached around and gently twisted a nipple before traveling down her body and flicking her clit. Her sphincter locked around his cock as her center coiled and exploded, filling her body with bliss.
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Ariella felt their love for her as they all worked to give her one more orgasm. Yes they were filled with pleasure and it was good for them too, but they would have normally passed out over an hour ago. As she was filled with four more surges of power she felt powerful and strong again. Ready to face the traitor.
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Bill was exhausted. He had not held back at all, pushing himself to his enhanced limits. He had desperately been filling all four of his mates multiple times in multiple places over the last few hours. He wanted to pass out for a week but there was no way he would miss this challenge. When they landed on the surface Ariella put them all on the ground in a safe place to watch.
Then he watched in awe as she transformed.
She was so beautiful it took his breath away.
She had bright green scales and beautiful emerald eyes. Her wings were leathery in appearance, the only part of her body not covered in scales. She was also very big. Her body was the size of a two story house. Once he added her long sinuous neck, head and tail, she was just unbelievably awe inspiring.
Ariella raised her head and roared in challenge.
He heard an answering roar approaching and Ariella launched herself into the air gaining altitude in wide circles. Spiraling up higher and higher.
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Ariella could see his approach. He was about the same size so neither of them would have the advantage of years. She breathed white flames that burned as hot as plasma as he came close. A feint to get him to veer off.
It worked. She dove at his side, going for his wings, to tear and shred.
He turned his muzzle in her direction and breathed fire at her while twisting away.
She used some power and absorbed his attack. It cost her energy but she didn’t want to give up the superior position. She followed his turn and raked his wings tearing long gouges in them. She started to spiral up again not wanting to give up her ability to attack from above. She watched as he roared in pain and started to fall.
But only for a moment.
She watched his wings knit before her eyes and once again became whole. She dove for him again, this time she grabbed his wings in her claws and struck with her fangs, burying her teeth into his neck.
Something felt strange about him, an energy signature she did not recognize. She had no time to analyze it though and stayed focused on the fight. As they plummeted down she bit harder and started to shred his wings again.
He screamed in pain and tried to twist around to claw at her belly, but her hold on his neck kept him still and unable to roll.
She sighed at what she was about to do, but there were none left to judge her for it. She had thought long and hard about this, she reached out and took his essence. As they approached the ground she released him just a hundred feet up and snapped her wings out to catch the air.
He did not have time to fix his wings, and hit the ground at terminal velocity.
She internalized his essence and through a brutal act became the hope of her race. In just five short years she would release over a thousand fertilized eggs. If she managed to live she would see their race brought back from the brink. If…
She hovered over the broken body and bathed it in white fire, burning it to dust. She extended her sinuous neck as far as it would go and roared into the sky, declaring her triumph.
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Bill felt relief run through him as his lover and mate burned the traitor to ash. He watched as she landed and lay down on the ground, curling up in a ball.
Her avatar turned to him and said, “I will come with you, Ariella herself will be out here waiting but with you all through me.
He nodded in understanding.
Chapter 18
Tiffani was overwhelmed by her mates’ support. She was bracketed by Bill, Gwen, Larissa, Ariella, Anise and Sylvia as they walked to the palace. She was however wary, they had run across a few soldiers but they had simply bowed their heads, as if she was a princess still in favor. She wondered when the trap would close.
They walked warily into the palace, but again were not detained in any way. No attempts to stop them. Did her father want to wait until they were face to face before making his move? The corridors seemed abandoned as they went straight for the throne room, as if it was cleared for her. It just didn’t add up in her head at all.
When she walked in the throne room her father had a wide smile on his face. She went to question him but he rose off the throne and stepped down to the floor. She gaped as he dropped to his knees before her.
He looked up and said, “I am so proud of you daughter. I renounce my crown in your favor. You are empress for I do not deserve to rule. I am a failure.”
Tiffani started to feel faint from the confusion of what was going on mixed with her conflicted feelings. She managed to stay standing and said, “Explain father.”
He sighed. “It is a long story. May we retire to your lounge empress?”
She gestured in the affirmative and he rose and led them back behind the throne room and into what were now Tiffani’s personal rooms. They all got a drink and sat down. Tiffani felt a foreboding as her father started his story…
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“Daughter, please forgive me my weakness. I did the best I could.
“I like you was full of fire and ideals when I was young. I found out about the cruelties of slavery and swore I would stamp it out when I rose to the throne. I too, thought my father an evil man. I found out the bitter truth when I turned eighteen. The Dravii took a cruel delight in informing me in fact. Would you believe I don’t even know his name? Or rather, what his name was…
“Everyone knows the Dravii had the abilities of the Angilli and Elvii. Reading thoughts and emotions.”
He nodded at Ariella and said, “I should say have, as they are not yet extinct. What most don’t know is they have another power that they for the most part do not use. They even have laws and police each other about it. They have the ability of control. Not like the Demonae, much more powerful. Well I found that out on my eighteenth birthday, when the Dravii stole my will and made me his creature.”
He raised his head in thought a moment before moving on. Organizing what he needed to say.
“You see it was that Dravii that was the original traitor, he sold out his whole race and enslaved our entire race via your grandfather and then me.”
He smiled at Tiffani and said, “You were the one joy in my life even he could not take away. You were my one light in the cold dark reality of his enslavement. When you grew out into a woman’s body at sixteen he started to drop hints that he may do more than just control you when you turned eighteen. I of course was forbidden many things. I could not warn you of him, and I could not help the plight of the Elvii or even tell you of it.
“When your eighteenth birthday approached he teased me more, enjoying my horror at the thought of you not only mentally but physically his slave. I outsmarted him though, for the first time in my life since I was eighteen. You see I had certain rules, things I could not do or tell, but other than that I was free to think and act.
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bsp; “He wanted the power you see, but I couldn’t be so locked down I appeared an automaton to our people. That’s when I started telling you about that horrible ass. That you would have to marry him and submit to his marriage bed. I did that in hopes that you would rebel. I admit I grew worried about it when you stayed the dutiful daughter, even if a little mad at me.”
He took a sip of his drink and studied his daughter. She had changed, and for the better he decided. These people surrounding her made her strong.
“So when your birthday came close I simply ordered you to go. The Dravii was absolutely incensed with me. He had forbidden me to tell you anything, but had not thought to forbid me sending you away. I made sure you were on a ship known for its mistreatment of slaves. I had hopes you would rebel at the injustice, and would have been truly horrified if you had married that toad. Almost as much as I would have been if my enslaver had gotten a hold of you.”
He sighed. “So that is my story, and I am so proud of what you have done. You succeeded where I failed. I am not worthy to lead our people but you are daughter. I am sorry to thrust this upon you so early, but I was desperate and had no choice.”
Tiffani just shook her head, not sure what to believe.
Ariella said, “He speaks truth, or at least everything he said he believes to be true.”
He said, “It will be hard to fix as well. The Demonae will not like seeing the slaves freed. He was particularly proud of how he leached the honor from them and made them a race of brutes over the last two millennia.”
Tiffani asked, “Why can’t you rule now that you are free?”
He shook his head, “The people will need you. You are young and idealistic, full of hope for the future. They will need that. I am a pale shadow of what I was and what you are. I will stay and advise if you wish, but I will not rule. The people would not trust me after what I have done, even though it was against my will.”
Tiffani paled but nodded. It seemed she had work to do. With her mates helping maybe they had a chance to make it right. It wouldn’t be easy. The Dravii has taken the empire way off course.
She nodded.
“I will take the throne father, and you will serve me as advisor along with my mates here. We will make slavery a bad memory and free our society from this dark mark on its history.”
Epilogue
The shadowy being observed and laughed. There was no mirth in it. He had originally thought the loss of his puppet would hurt his race’s plans. Not so, it may even serve it. He laughed as he predicted the Demonae ignoring the orders to outlaw slavery, perhaps even to rebelling against the Angilli Empire and weakening it further.
He noticed the avatar looking around and he sunk back into the ground. She had almost recognized him in the Dravii, and he wasn’t quite ready to be recognized yet. Although maybe not recognize, as she was too young to remember his race. Detect may be a better description. Though the time would come for confrontation it was not yet here. The plan could not have gone better, even with this unintended twist.
He was a little concerned with the sight of a human here. He knew they had been isolated and hidden since the last time their race had been mobile a hundred thousand years ago. But he needed to move and couldn’t stay here anymore. He had enough information to report back.
Plus he had been without a body long enough anyway, if he stayed incorporeal for much longer he would dissipate. Only on his home world could they walk in their natural energy form with impunity. He sped under the ground, finding a soldier stationed on a scout ship about to move out. He quickly moved into the body. After a brief internal fight with this Angilli for control over the body he relaxed a bit.
He had to get back and report to his people that the invasion would go forward, and soon. He made his plans to kill the rest of the crew on the scout ship after it departed. He would take the ship to his home once that was done. He laughed again, a twisted unpleasant sound. Their patient plan had been successful and this empire would soon be theirs…
Afterword:
This story will continue in book two. I truly hope you enjoyed it…
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