Robin caught me and spun me about in his arms. “Slow down a moment. Willie’s right. There’s no escaping the simple fact that death pays everyone a call sooner or later. We might as well show these cowardly inter-dimensional bandits a thing or two before we expire.”
“Yeah, take that you bastards!” Willie raised a fist and shook it menacingly. “Yellow-bellies! Too afraid to show your faces, huh?”
Robin chuckled. “But Brandi’s not afraid to show her cheeks—those luscious bottom ones—and quite frequently, too.” He eased my gown over my head then tugged his own britches down. “A little friction will keep us warm.”
The rest of my shipmates followed suit, grabbing a partner or partners to create “friction” as the temperatures began to cool noticeably. I wrapped my legs around Robin’s waist as he slid his hot cock into my waiting pussy. Not unexpectedly, I soon felt Willie’s eager prick rubbing up and down against my ass crack.
“Permission to board your vessel, Captain,” he joked.
“Permission granted as long as it’s okay with Brandi.”
I sighed. “Why not? At least they’ll be able to say I followed both my captain’s and the second-in-command’s orders to the very end.”
“And what a delectable end you have!” Willie laughed as he maneuvered into place, wrapping his legs about Robin and me. I sighed in delicious expectation. Soon both men were happily thrusting their cocks in and out of my holes.
We must have been a real sight drifting and bouncing about the bridge of the Pulsating Purple Parsnip, a mass of arms and bodies and lips and legs and sighs and moans. I soon forgot about our imminent demise. Instead, I focused my energies on pleasuring my dear shipmates and myself. And, in doing so, I was richly rewarded with mind-shattering climax after mind-shattering climax.
With shouts of ecstasy ringing in my ears, I found myself slipping away from my lovers’ arms and into a warm cocoon of light. I drifted like a dry autumn leave caught in an updraft, twirling and spinning blithely on the wind until I plummeted into a fluffy, cloud-like softness.
I squinted up at a figure bathed in a bright light. Was I dead?
“Are you the goddess?” I squeaked.
The irritating iridescence shone directly into my eyes. I tried to stand but found myself unable to flex my limbs. It felt like I weighed a thousand times my normal weight. My voluntary reactions seemed all wrong as well… The light grew stronger and whiter, yet I did not blink or close my eyes.
Had I been drugged somehow? It seemed an infinitely easier death than freezing to death in the cold vacuum of space or being blown into a million tiny bits by a bomb. Had this been Robin’s doing?
“What’s your name?” a familiar-sounding voice asked.
“B-brandi W-whyne,” I stammered. It felt like I had sludge in my mouth. I blinked and took a deep breath. Slowly my senses and voluntary reflexes returned to some semblance of normal. I looked up again.
It wasn’t the goddess standing before me. It was… No! It couldn’t be!
“Hmm. You don’t look anything like that tart I fucked to death at the Black Whole a while back. But I suppose you’ll do.”
“Robin?” The figure’s voice possessed his familiar honeyed-tones while resonating an almost edgy nastiness at the same time. “Robin, is that you?”
The intense light weakened eventually, revealing my inquisitor. Tall, darkly handsome with longish, chestnut brown hair and goatee—it was my Robin Manhood all right. And yet it wasn’t. My Robin didn’t sport an eye patch—or an ugly red scar on his left cheek, for that matter.
He took a step toward me. “Get up, wench. I’ve got some work for you to do. On second thought, just kneel right there. While our two universes are temporarily meshed together at this time-point you can give your old pals quite a show.”
A show? Two universes? Oh, dear… Then I knew for sure I hadn’t met the goddess. I had met the devil himself.
“Open wide. There’s a lot of me to love. And I expect you to swallow not spit.”
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Excerpt from the Personal Diary of Captain Robin Manhood, Stardate 113005:
Lights and life support operations snapped back on as if nothing had happened. The gravity generators gradually increased their attraction until everyone’s feet was firmly planted on the deck. The shock of our supposedly sudden demise gradually wore off as we all struggled to clear our foggy brains.
I’d never felt so relieved that space aliens hadn’t called my bluff about the so-called self-destruct bomb. Bigguns had disconnected it a while back because he needed some parts from it to fix the hot tub in my quarters. Hell, it was worth it. Brandi loved her bubble baths, and I loved sharing them with her.
“Robin—look! It’s Brandi.”
I turned and spied Willie pointing toward the jagged edge hole of white-bright light that occupied one corner of the bridge. A hole big enough for one humanoid to enter or exit... Brandi had been sucked right into it.
“Brandi? Can you hear me? Follow my voice and crawl back into our dimension. That opening may not last too long.
“Robin? Is it really you?”
I heard the sound of a palm whacking against skin. “Shut up, wench, and get back to business. And you—you in that other universe—sit back and enjoy the floorshow. This little tart really can use her tongue. She’s worth risking a permanent fusing of our parallel timelines together. And, best of all, she doesn’t take batteries, either.”
“Great goddess!” Willie cried. “Brandi’s fallen through a crack in our dimension and has been kidnapped by time bandits!”
I stroked my beard and sighed. “It appears she has. Worse yet, our enemy seems to be an alternate version of us. And we all know how bad we are…”
What will become of our hapless heroine?
Stay tuned for Brandi’s next thrilling erotic adventure…
Kidnapped by Time Bandits!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Celine Chatillon is the alter ego of multi-published contemporary romance novelist, Cynthianna Appel. Celine finds writing erotica a very pleasant departure from her day job as a small press manuscript reader. Her recent eXtasy Titles include Yes, Virginia…Here Comes Santa Claus and Gifts Well-Timed (The Seven Deadly Sins and Virtues series).
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