“Well, if there’s a sense that Lucius’s dead, then I’ll get revenge for both of us.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The Force of Arms Order. I found out a few seconds ago that a new army in Solaria is being built and the leaders agree to fight with King Ichiamo. And…I’m going to enlist.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Juliet asked.
“Absolutely! And if you’re going try to talk me out of it, don’t cause I won’t change my mind.”
Juliet took a deep breath and said, "I was thinking about joining you.”
Hermia smiled, at first, because she thought her friend was joking. Then, she took one more look at her face and realized Juliet was telling the truth.
“You mean that?” she asked.
“I want to do my part,” Juliet said. “Someone has to help out the other soldiers.”
Both smiled at one another and gave a deep hug. Their decision was made. Juliet Barao and Hermia Rasetta were going to war.
****
"Well, this is interesting," the brown-skinned heavyset Baptista Lysander told himself as he read his local paper on the latest news regarding the Santos family. Nothing made his day bright that to hear the latest gossip about what was going on in the lives of the ATM's most dysfunctional family.
Especially when he knew that a part of the drama had to do with Solaria and his family.
His butler Damin entered with his milk tea and Nacin bread and placed it near the dining room table near where he was reading the paper.
The main story Baptista read was about the Force of Arms Order.
"Ichiamo's making moves. I didn't think he had it in him."
Then, he turned the page to another story that caught his eye with the headline: Wild Nights in Valerian City.
"This can't be real," Baptista said as his butler fixed the table for the evening.
Baptista read further and throughout reading it, his mind went back to the time Ichiamo came to Solaria to fix the planet's problems.
His father Cassio Lysander held policy in Solaria ever since it was given to him by Pisanio Santos for his loyalty. He managed to handle its affairs until his death.
The minute he died, everything changed. His family went from the main power to just one of a few families vying for the main power behind the imaginable throne of Solaria. Ichiamo entered the drama and the political picture shifted again from a power-playing to a power-sharing agreement thanks to the Treaty of Volarius.
Seconds later, Damin came back with a messenger in tow straight to his master.
Baptista spotted him immediately. "Who is this, Damin?"
"My lord, this gentlemen has something to give to you. He's a reporter from Syra."
Baptista was on guard. The messenger came slow and bowed before the Lysander patriarch and offered him a round disc.
"What is this?"
"My boss say consider it a gift from the Grand Trader of Syra."
"Syra? That's something. Wasn't Syra attacked recently?"
"The news never stops running no matter what. And this is a worthy news story and something the king may not know about."
"What's on it?"
"I was told for your eyes only."
Baptista waved his arm away, "Fine, I'll view it for myself."
The messenger left and Damin went to his shoulder. "What are you planning?"
Baptista put his paper away. "I'm going to my office. I'm not to be disturbed."
Baptista left for his office, twirling the disc in his hand as he opened to door to his office and went straight to his desk. Using the cutting edge of Second Renaissance technology, a small highly powered laptop used to work a brain-altering device called the Dreamweaver, he put the disc inside the laptop, put his headset to the top of his bald head, and turned on his screen. Immediately, the disc played without another thought of ramifications.
Suddenly, Baptista's mouth dropped immensely as he saw the first face that came on screen. A familiar face.
"This can't be."
Not saying anything else, he let the disc play. Baptista's look went from shock to a sort of excitement.
****
The black-skinned Solarian princess Zola Gadiaga was alone in her room as she removed her elegant gown, her three-inch high heels, and her tight fitting lace corset. Letting her long black hair down and standing in just her pink cotton thong, Zola took the opportunity to admire her small perky breasts covered in small droplets of sweat. It was unseasonably warm for Syra and Zola's warmth was intensified by the fact that her room had no climate control and contained just one small window.
Zola lowered her thong to the floor and tossed it into the corner with her foot. She crawled into bed embracing the pleasure of being off her feet for the first time all day back in her native home after spending time in Crystal Metropolis as the wife of King Ichiamo Santos.
After about fifteen minutes, Zola's thoughts began to wonder. She thought of her next stop on her tour, somewhere in the Cyprun Valley while the ATM was at war. The line of thought lead her to reminisce about her last night on Solaria before being sent to Crystal Metropolis. She had a wild party with her girlfriends consisting of boys and alcohol. The party was so boisterous, she almost did not make it on the plane.
Zola's hand drifted toward her clit as she recalled the immense pleasure delivered to her that night. Soon after, she was furiously flicking her bean in an attempt to reach her much needed orgasm. She knew masturbation would not be enough to get her to sleep even if she did it all night long.
Suddenly, a knock came on the door and in enter five men that she knew very well.
"It's about time, Aimens," Zola said. "I'm surprised you and your friends even want to do this. What about your king?"
Aimens chuckled. "Please! The king won't do anything to me. All I have to do is threaten to cause some chaos and he'll bend to my will."
"Sounds like a waste," Zola said.
"It's good business for me." Then, he went close to her face. "Now I don't want to talk about that pudgy king anymore. My men and I came here for something. And we're going to get it."
Aimens and the other four cursers were sporting mischievous grins and half-erect penises. Zola's eyes bulged as she saw the penises rising once they took off their pants. The five cursers moved in closer to the queen. One of the cursers, Flaminius, placed his hands on Zola's shoulders and forced her to her knees as the group formed a circle around her. Zola knew what was expected of her and went to work on Aimens first. She wrapped her mouth around his bulbous head and began sucking on it like a lollipop. She removed her mouth from the pale-skinned white cock and began licking all seven inches with her tiny pink tongue. She even lifted up the heavy shaft and gave a little nibble to his plum-sized balls.
Zola rotated around the circle and repeated her performance on the other four cursers. She sucked on their heads, licked up and down their shafts coating them in saliva, and fondled their balls.
Once she had a taste of all five cocks, she stood up and strutted towards the bed. Leaning forward with one hand on the bead, Zola rubbed her sweaty taut ass, inviting each curser to fuck her hard.
Aimens moved close to Zola. With one hand he fondled her ass and with the other he pawed at her breast while at the same time locking lips with the human and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Zola let out a low moan as Aimens lied her down on the bed.
Aimens climbed on top of the twenty-year-old woman and pushed his cock inside of her slowly. Zola rewarded him with an immediate gushing of vaginal honey as she climaxed for the first time of the night. She shook and moaned for about twenty seconds while Aimens inserted himself further. He soon began to pull out and slam back into the willing bed-hopper.
After her orgasm had fully subsided, Zola yelled, "Gods I love your cock!" and met Aimens hump for hump. Zola was breathing hard and moans were escaping her mouth more frequently as they picked up the pace.
Aimens leaned over the top of
her and began licking and biting her erect nipples. He worked his way up to her face and began kissing her mouth again while still tearing into her cunt.
Soon after, he began growling like he was about to cum and pulled out of Zola's love tunnel with an audible pop. He moved around to her face and presented his white cock to her awaiting mouth. Zola quickly raised her head and put her mouth over his snake. She felt the first few shots hit the back of her throat with a good amount of force. She attempted to swallow as much as she could but his cum was like a shower spout and she could not keep up. The semen soon began to escape from the sides of her mouth and run down her chin.
Aimens eventually ran dry but the other cursers would not have been able to tell by looking at Zola. She continued licking and sucking the dick trying to get every drop down her throat. She even scooped the semen from her chin and put it into her mouth with a giant smile.
Aimens stepped away and before she could say or do anything, Flaminius walked over to the bed and stuck his massive dong into her mouth. The other curser, the barbarian Tortila Suntoris, worked on Zola's vagina by using his skillful tongue on her erect clit. Tortila's expert work on her vagina made her forget any feelings of guilt about cheating on her husband who had been nothing but nice to her even though their marriage was one of obligation. The look on her face displayed renewed lust and her moans returned.
Zola began work on Flaminius' shorter, but fatter penis as if it were her sole purpose in life. With some effort, she managed to get a couple of inches down her throat. Finally, Zola bottomed out with about five inches in her tiny mouth.
While the senator was giving the fantastic blowjob, Tortila continued his vagina-licking dutifully. With a lustful growl, Flaminius pulled out of Zola's mouth and moved around next to his fellow soldier.
Flaminius shoved Tortila politely, flipped Zola onto her hands and knees, and lined his dick up with her sopping vagina. Zola was anxious to get the foot-long organ into her soft folds and she yelled, "Fuck me hard and fuck me fast!"
Zola followed her orders and inches his massive member into her cunt. She grimaced a little as his cock penetrated her but her vagina was more flexible than her mouth and the curser was soon buried to the hilt. He eased back out and Zola exhaled and relaxed a little. He impaled her again more quickly the second time. He gradually increased his stroke speed until he was pounding the girl’s hole so fast that his cock became a blur.
Zola's normal moans increased to shrieks during the pounding with three notable interruptions when she tensed up into orgasm. The drilling went on for about ten minutes as the other cursers looked on dumbfounded. Toward the end of the spectacle Zola started yelling filthy things like, "Fuck me harder you bastard!"
This only served to urge Flaminius on as he reached around and began pulling and twisting Zola's hard nipples. The new attention to her nipples caused Zola to cum for the fourth time of the fuck. After her orgasm subsided, Flaminius slowed down to rest.
"Why are you stopping?" cried Zola. "It feels sooooo good having your huge cock inside me." Then, Zola turned to another curser and yell, "Just give me your cock!"
Flaminius resumed his vaginal assault for another five minutes until he let out a howl Zola did not need translated. She pulled herself off the log and moved around to put it in her mouth. Again she gulped down most of the load except for the drools that escaped the corner of her mouth.
After Zola cleaned up Flaminius and herself, the patient Tortila moved back in on her. Like Flaminius, he placed Zola on her hands and knees. He easily slid his cock into her swollen vagina but only humped her a couple of times before pulling all the way out. After removing himself, he inserted a finger into Zola's buttocks.
After moving it in and out for a moment, Zola shouted, "Ooooh! Yes! Do it, lover!"
Tortila removed his finger, lined himself up, and pushed in slowly. Zola wailed and begged him to go slow. With a pop, his head slid into her buttocks. After the first few inches, the going was relatively easy. Zola had relaxed and was able to take about nine inches of his meat. The other four cursers were truly amazed to see the young Suntoris pushed into the tiny butt hole of the dark-skinned princess.
Tortila picked up the pace of his thrusts and Zola rocked back hard to meet him. With that, Tortila brought his pace up to the level of Flaminius, sending Zola into a fit of moans. Seconds after, Zola who was playing with her clit with one hand, had her hardest orgasm of the night and sent liquids onto the bed bellow her. Once her orgasm passed she began bucking against Tortila again causing her dark hair to fly around wildly and her small tits to bounce in all directions.
Tortila started to howl and it became apparent he was about to cum. He left his tool buried in Zola's backdoor and let his load fly. It took him a good minute to dump all of his semen. Zola removed herself from the rod and turned around to repeat her cleaning performance. She even surprised herself as she shoved the soiled cock into her open mouth. Normally she did not enjoy the taste of her own bum, but there was something about the cursers that compelled her to clean every inch of the cock.
Without even taking a rest, Zola looked at last two cursers, former soldiers turned curser named Gavson and Zantrapa and cooed, "I need you both inside of me."
Gavson lied down on the bed with his erection sticking straight up in the air and Zola easily mounted him. Zantrapa stood behind the princess and slid his rigid pole into the now gaping asshole.
The pair soon got into a rhythm and had Zola in a constant state of shrieking and orgasm. Zantrapa would pull his dark cock out of her sloppy asshole just as Gavson would pound into her juicy cunt and vice versa. Zola had a cock in one of her holes at all times.
The rough sex continued for fifteen minutes before Zantrapa pulled out of her ass and Gavson flipped her off his pole. The two curser studs stood next to Zola and began beating off furiously. Soon they were both ejaculating buckets of sperm onto her face, tits, belly, legs, and feet.
After that ordeal, Zola was worn out. She took twenty minutes to rest before telling Zantrapa to lie down on the bed. She straddled him and ordered Flaminius to fuck her butt. She then told the other three to stand in front of the bed. She alternated sucking one and jacking off the other two while being bounced like a rag doll between the cocks in her vagina and ass.
Zantrapa was chewing on her nipples causing them to bleed slightly. Flaminius was spanking her ass hard leaving large red welts all over her backside. Whoever was getting their dick sucked at the time would yank on her soft hair forcing more cock down her throat. Zola loved the rough treatment. She was again in a constant state of orgasm and thought she might explode from all the pleasure she was receiving.
Zola and her five curser studs continued like that for another ten minutes. One at a time the three in front of her blew their loads on her face. Her face was covered in so much cum that she could not even see anything through the sticky white goo covering her eyes.
Meanwhile, Zantrapa and Flaminius continued to piston Zola's cunt and buttocks. Flaminius dismounted her bum, held the semen inside his cock, and moved around to Zola's face. Without hesitation she swallowed the soiled cock as he pumped his load down her throat.
That left just Zantrapa who was still biting and pinching Zola's tender nipples. Zantrapa turned Zola over and gave it to her with himself on top. He still held her by the tits as his foot-long filled her. He made one last thrust and delivered his load deep inside her womb. The two stayed clinched in that position for several minutes until Zantrapa finally de-mounted.
Zola reached down with her hand to collect the cocktail of love juices oozing out her vagina. She fed herself the load for a few minutes until most of it was gone. She then used her hand to scoop up some of the cum seeping out of her butt hole and ate it.
The fucking continued late into the night and into the morning. Zola took a couple of more breaks to rest during the night but for the most part she never tired. She had at least two cocks inside of her during every fuck session and most of
the time she had three. She even repeated her five cursers fucking a couple more times during the night. Once the sun came up, the cursers made their way out of the room leaving Zola to finally fall asleep.
****
Baptista took off the Dreamweaver headset quickly, nearly losing his mind and close to a stroke. He rubbed his sweaty forehead.
"That was intense! I didn't know she had that in her."
He went to his phone and dialed a number. "Do me a favor and get my plane ready. Set it for Crystal Metropolis. I need to see Ichiamo. It's time he found out what his wife's up to."
****
Ichiamo Santos sat in his throne room listening to his court as they gave him reports on the activities on the volatility of Troyuvant. They were not just dealing with gangs. They were dealing with an entire planet wanting to take over the ATM.
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