Transformer Saga Ch. 01-04
May disturb some readers.
I use characters from the Marvel.
I have no money and do it for entertainment purposes.
Please do not sue.
I am using a non-continuity alternate dimension that has most of the super characters on the same time and some of the characters that are alive who might otherwise be dead or characters in positive light who might be dark in the comics. Also physical descriptions might be off. Sorry.”
*Chapter One*
Peter Faulk had an ordinary life so far except for one or two things. A nerd through out high school he was ignored. Average in every way. Except for one. He had superpowers. Unique superpowers that he had hidden away for a long time.He had mind/emotion control ability and super hypnosis. Plus he had powerful mental shielding. But his greatest power was the ability to transform things, giving them superpowers, abilities and aspects of his own choosing. The only thing he couldn’t change was himself.
So he was stuck with his normal appearance. A black mop top for hair and blue eyes. Pale skin. A nerdy type of body. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. Nothing to write home about.
But Peter still had his powers and had access to a world of heroes and villains. Or a world of heroines and villianesses. A collection of super beings that could be transformed into a super army. And into a super harem for all of those superwomen. But where to begin? He had many choices and had to choose which one to use in his sexual adventures.
There was the Avenger’s manor, home to one of the most respected group of heroes….and heroines in the world.
Then there were the connections of the Fantastic Four and the sexy image of the Invisible Woman going down on him as she slowly faded away. Plus all of the different women that were friends with the team he could seduce.
Then there was the X-men at the Salem Manor. They were full of sexy mutant women that were begging for a good time with Peter. And he was a student there.
But that got him thinking about the fact that some of these heroes were married to these sexy women. They wouldn’t like it if he was to have sexy with their women….unless he changed their attitudes with his powers.
But perhaps he should try something with less consequences like one of the independent heroines or one of the many villianesses. The only worry was that even with his powers, he might need help.
Which one should be his first target?
He was walking in the hall when he stumbled across the teacher at the Xavier institute. Professor Charles Xavier himself. It gave Peter a great idea. He might as well try his powers out on the Professor. It was a scary idea, but it would grant him unprecedented power over the school. So he called out. “Professor, could I talk to you in private?”
Peter hoped that his mind was shielded from the powerful telepath. “Yes, Peter. Follow me.” The Professor said as they entered the Professor’s study. The Professor sat near the desk, in his wheelchair. He turned to Peter and asked, “How can I help you?”
“Well,” Peter said, as he reached forward and touched Xavier, and concentrated. He used the combined power of his mental altering and physical altering powers on the Professor, to turn him into his willing slave. A slave that would help him raise a super army and super harem from the various superhuman groups.
The Professor seemed to warp and change till he stopped looking like he did before all of the transformations. But he looked at Peter and said, “How may I help you, Master?”
Peter was excited at this transformation that proved that he had the powers to alter the mental make up of others to his desires. And when the Professor got up out of the chair and bowed before him, he knew that his physical powers were working as well.
“First thing…make sure that no one notices that anything is out of the ordinary. At least until my power over the school is complete. Second, you will help me enslave the X-men and turn them to my way of thinking.” Peter told his first slave. But not his last.
Now he had access to all of the X-men and all of the secrets of the X- men including the mutant finding super computer, Cerebro. So he decided to make himself familiar with all of the files on the X-men and those they had allied with and face off against.
He spent the next few hours looking over the secret files…
Hours later and back in Xavier’s Study…
Peter was getting ready to use his powers to change the first of his new harem of super women. He need to alter the minds of the X-men so they would accept his new order of doing things around there. So he needed someone that could reach their minds so that they could be altered.
Xavier could do that, but Peter wanted a sexy telepath in his harem. One that would obey his orders and use her powers to spread his commands to others. There were several to choose from. He thought about having all of them combine their powers for him. It was a good idea. But he wanted to build his base of power more before he was to strike out on his own.
So he was looking for a powerful telepath that could be altered so that she could enter the minds of the others and slip his mind control over them. So he looked over the files for the most powerful telepaths. Two choices came up.
One was Emma Frost, the Former White Queen of the Hellfire Club. She had switched sides to Xavier’s after years of contact between the two of them and a conflict with some alien forces. She was a sexy blond who had a habit of dressing in corsets, busters, thongs and other sexy dominatrix like costumes. All in her colour of white. She also had several powerful mental powers. Including mind control. That also made her a threat to him.
The other telepath was the famous Jean Grey-Summers, wife of the X- men Cyclops. The wife of Scott Summers was a powerful telepath and had been one of greater power as the host of the Phoenix force. For many years, Jean had rejected the legacy of the force that had altered her life in so many ways. But recently she had taken it back up as her newest codename. Phoenix was conservative in out look, but still a sexy red head with a great body.
Peter could see that these two woman were sexy and powerful psionics. Perfect for his plans. He just needed to choose one. One that would be his first female slave and the beginning of his new harem. He just couldn’t decide. So he left the choose up to Xavier, counting on the mutants experience with these women.
“I admit that Emma is a sexy choice and would make a powerful ally. But I have always hungered to have Jean bouncing off my cock ever since she first came to my school as one of my first students. Plus she is destined to be one of the most powerful telepath and telekinetic in the world. She would make a powerful first slave if she is given her full power. And I know that you can change her in such a way.” Xavier said as he tried to please his master. He waited for his next command.
“Yes. Now here’s what your going to do.” Peter told his slave as he moved to his next plan.
Jean entered the Professor’s study only to find it nearly empty. She seemed to have been call down here for nothing. That was strange given the usual behaviour of the Professor. So she was surprise to see that there was someone else in the room with her. It was a young man, average in appearance. He must have been one of the few students that Xavier had taken in to help them learn how to use their powers properly. She just didn’t recognize him or his powers.
“Hello,” she called out to him, trying to find out what had happen to the Professor. She closed the door to the study. She came closer to him.
“The Professor said that he would be here shortly. He said that he wanted to talk to the both of us about some new powers I have seemed to have developed. He thinks that you might be able to help me given your experience.” The man said as he came closer to her. He held out his hand to her and said, “My name is Peter.”
Jean was a little surprise with the detail that Peter had told her, but it did ring true. Especially if Peter had developed telepathic or telekinetic powers just like she did. But as much as she hated to admit it Emma probably had more experience with teaching mutants to use their powers better. But still she thought that she might help this young man out. To be friendly she moved and took his hand to shake it.
All it took was a little contact before Jean felt herself warping and changing…
She could feel her body being taken apart, piece by piece. Molecule by molecule. Atom by atom. Her physical form being turned into an image of it’s self, with larger breast, tighter behind and sexier curves. She then felt her mind come under attack. Her memories and personality were being rebuilt in a new images.And yet it was also like there was something being released from a long hibernation. She felt…
Desire and purpose as she remembered what she had been dreaming of and waiting for most of her life. She was a sensual creature of great power who had seen her future come to her in dreams. She would be a slave to a powerful man who would be irresistible to her. She would become part of his super powered harem, this leader of a super army. Her life before this moment was pointless as she was meant to do this.
She looked to the last ties to her past. Her costume was sexy and would help her please her master. She was also more sexy in appearance. But there was one thing that was still with her that was an annoying reminder of the life she had before the change. Her wedding and engagement rings that were on her fingers. Symbols of commitment to a man she no longer found attractive or loved. He was merely a pain in her ass now. She telekinetic ally removed the offencive ring and crushed them into a ball, a gesture of ending that chapter in her life.
She turned to her master and looked at him deeply, a schoolgirl look of love on her face. A sexy smile played over her face as she moved her arms around his neck. “Hello, Lover. Ready for some lovin’?” She asked as she moved into a kiss for her new lord. It was a deep passionate kiss, one that involved a bit of tongue.
Peter was surprise at the result of his alteration of the super heroine. He couldn’t believe that the conservative Jean Grey was now trying to suck his brains out by way of his lips. Or that she had destroyed the symbols of her marriage to her husband, Scott. He broke the kiss and looked at his new slave. “So I take it that you’re no longer Mrs. Summers.” He asked.
A look of disgust washed over her features. “Who wants to be married to that stick in the mud. He doesn’t even fuck good. And he has a short dick.” The look vanished as she looked over at Peter. A loving looked replaced the one of disgust. “Not like you. You have to be the best fuck in the universe. Even if you are a virgin.”
“So what do we do next, Lover?” Jean called as she looked him in the eye. “So sexy fucking? Seducing one of the other X-Ladies into have some lesbian action or even a three way? Or a minor orgy?”
“First off, we should tie up some loose ends. Then we can have some fun.” Peter said, with a smile. “We have to make sure that the X-men don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Plus we might as well make Scott forget that he was married to a hottie like you. Then we could go to my room for some heavy love making. But first likes link your telepathy with my mind altering powers.”
“Yes, my lord.” Jean said with a smile as she linked minds with Peter, creating a psychic rapport with him. Their minds meet and he could feel Jean in his mind. He could also feel her love and submission to him coming through loud and clear. ‘I’m linking to the minds of the others on the mansion’s grounds. Send your message now.’ She thought at him.
So he sent a message of normality to all in the mansion’s area. Then he sent a message for Scott file for divorce from Jean and then forget being married to her. He also sent a message to Scott that he only desired, non-super women. ‘That should keep him out of my hair.’ Peter thought, as his mind wandered to more pleasurable things.
“Let’s go to my room for some boom-boom.” Peter said as he moved out of the study.
“I’m on my way.” Jean said as she followed.
Moments later, in Peter’s room…
Peter was glad to be in his room. Everything was going according to his improvised plan. For something spur of the moment, things were going great. He had two slaves. Both of them were some of the greatest psionic minds on the earth. And one of them was one of the hottest redheads in the superhero business. A redhead that wanted him with all of her heart and…her pussy. Best of all, no one was noticing the way that Jean was acting towards him. Or the way she had physically changed under his power. Now they were heading to his room to be together.
His room was simple and clean. It had everything a room needed. A closet, a dresser, a bookcase, a desk and chair…and a bed. A bed that would be seeing some major action that day. Peter let Jean and himself into the room. He closed and locked the door. He started to strip. Jean followed his move by removing her costume psionically with her telekinesis.
So he was looking upon the nude spender of one of the original X-men and the first female on the team. She had served the dreams of the X-men’s founder Xavier for years. And now she was serving his dreams and desires. She was perfect for serving his fantasies.
She had smooth, clear skin that felt like silk and looked like peaches and cream. Her red hair flowed down her back, full of body and life. He looked to her pussy were a slight tuff of red hair was shaved neatly to provide access to her pussy for those that were gifted with such access. Like he was now.
“Like what you see, Peter?” Jean said, as she came over to him. She walked with a slow and sexy step. She slowly pushed Peter down on the bed, having him first sit on the bed. Then she helped him lay down. She straddled him, looking at him from above him.
She licked her lips, as she looked at him. She rubbed her hands up and down her body till they held her breasts. She played with her nipples as she closed her eyes and cried out his name.
She opened them again. “I can wait to becomes yours physically as I am mentally and spiritually. She moved in to kiss him passionately again, tongues twinning. She moved to his ear and said, “I think that Jean Faulk has a nice ring to it.” She then licked his ear tenderly.
Jean took his hands and moved them to her breasts. She moved them around as he played with her nipples. Pinching and tweaking them, trying to bring Jean closer to sexual satisfaction. She seemed to enjoy the foreplay.
Finally she moved herself down on his more than harden cock. Her pussy slowly moved over his cock swallowing it into her tight pussy.She slowly moved up and down the length of the cock as she tried to make him feel the pleasure that she could bring with her most private of organs. She wanted to make her master feel good, and Peter could tell it from the work that she was doing to make him cum.
He was slowly getting into the rhythm of the loving making. Bring his cock in and out, in and out of the sexy mutant. He was trying to bring her to orgasm, when she called out.
“OH YEAH. OH YEAH, BABY. I’M COMING. I’M COMING.” Jean was crying out. Peter could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she was coming on him. She bit her lips as she grunted her feeling of improving pleasure.
This was making Peter closer and closer to coming inside the mutant. He could feel his cum coming closer to the tip of his prick. He could also feel the erotic touches that Jean was doing to his body as she tried to make him come.
“FUCK ME, JEAN. FUCK MY FUCKING COCK. FUCK ME YOU SLAVE.” he said as he felt ready to shoot his load deep inside his new psychic slave.
“YEEESSSS, MASSSSTERRRR.” Jean called, out as she came ready to accept the juice that Peter was getting ready to release.
Jean was ready and willing, she was in full orgasm. Peter was full ready to shoot his load in her. He just had to release his load. And with a finally thrust of energy he pushed his load into his willing host. He came and came hard. As he did, she screamed as he released his load into her.
The two lover fell together as they were tired from all of the love making. Jean fell close to Peter and kissed him. “That was fun, Lover. We should try to do this more often.” She said with a smile. Then she fell a sleep in her lover’s arms.
Peter smiled at this event and thought of all of the future fun that might come. Especially with all of the sexy women in the world how came be his. And the sexual fun that might come from it.
*Chapter Two*
::Telepathy::
Peter was just waking up from his pleasant dreams of fucking several of the sexiest women in the world. Sexy super women. He was just coming out of a dream where he had a harem of them at his beck and call, when he felt something happening on his cock.
He slowly opened his eyes to look at the sensation of sucking on his member. He opened them to see red hair falling down in front of his lower half. He placed his hands on the head, and felt it. It was real. That brought him back to yesterday and the events that seemed like dreams from the day before.
He had done it. He had enslaved two of the X-men and now had one as his lover. Now she was sucking him off. It was a sweet sensation that he was having.
“That’s it, baby. Keep sucking your master. Suck it out. Suck the life out of it.” He said in a calm voice as he felt his erect cock slowly coming closer to shooting off. He could feel himself building up to the exciting pay off. He felt his cock coming alive with cum.
“It’s coming, baby. Keep it up. It’s coming. Coming. COMING.” He cried out as he came in Jean’s mouth. The sexy red head sucking on the cock like her life depended on it.He shot into her. Then he felt the release.
Jean slowly pulled her head back as she finished sucking the last of his cum off of his cock. She pulled her head up. Her hair fell back with a quick flip of the hair. Her looked at her face and noticed that she had cum dripping from the sides of her mouth. Swallowing, she then moved her tongue over her ruby lips to lick up the last of his cum off of her face.
“Good Morning, Lover. Thought you might enjoy a wake up call. And I see that I was right.” She said, showing her dazzling smile. “So what’s next on our list to do?” Jean asked, curious to her master’s next move.
“I haven’t thought about it yet. But I have a few things in mind for the next step in my mission in life.” Peter said, thinking of the future.
Jean’s question had caught him off guard for a minute as he had been making this up as he was going along. He needed a better plan for all of the trouble that might occur. He needed a better power base to build his dream of a super harem.
He had taken the first step by starting to taking control over the powerful collection of X-men. He already had two psionics. Xavier and Jean. He could build on that. But taking control over more psionics, like Emma Frost and Psylocke. Both sexy, both powerful psionics and also more likely skilled at the art of love making.
Then he could build on the other powerful and stunning female mutants to be a part of his harem. That would give him more power, with more variety of powers. Plus more love slaves.
Plus he had the untapped potential of the male X-men. With them he could build an army to deal with the troubles that might stop him from enjoying the fruits of his labour.
Once he had everything more organized with the X-men, he could focus on the other super teams. From the Avengers to the Fantastic Four, he could build a more powerful base. Then he could tackle the independent heroes and heroines.
Grunting, frustrated, Mal managed to wedge one broad shoulder and arm between Inara and his second-in-command. Trial and error proved that was all he could manage without hurting one of them and angering both.
From that snugly cushioned but slightly undignified position, Serenity’s crew’s righteously angry protector sighted on the half-naked merc and sent a hard demand, voice icy cold but steady, “Jayne, you get your sorry self offa my mechanic and get up off the gorram floor.”
No move from Kaylee’s Jayne to prove he’d heard any directive, let alone cared.
Raking a hand through his shock of brown hair, the other snaking down to rest on the holstered mare’s leg at his hip, Mal continued, “Be quick about it now, Jayne. I ain’t playin’. To hell with needing you ridin’ shotgun on the job, I’ll teach SIMON to point and shoot Vera at any obstacles that need moving!”
Jayne continued to show no intent toward compliance, although he heard Mal fine. All the man on top of Kaylee wanted was to tell his captain to shove it. He was utterly absorbed at the moment taking in the view of Kaylee’s nipples puckered up and perky through the snug tank top riding half-way up her ribcage. That and the coveralls with arms tied and hanging that had slid way down her hips, low enough so Jayne could see that not only was his little paramour not wearing a bra, she’d god a’mighty honored his request that she leave off panties.
Jayne said nothing to Mal, all his thoughts churning and smoking in his eyes on Kaylee, seing Kaylee without the offending clothing that hardly provided any barrier at all to him. He growled low, predatory, involuntarily at the thought. If he concentrated ruttin’ hard on just the two of them and what he wanted to do, maybe the circus audience at the door would give up and leave them to it.
By way of Jayne ignoring his obvious direct orders, no, Jayne ignoring orders and ogling Kaylee like she was a grade A beefsteak and Jayne a starving diner, Mal perceived insult after injury. Fists clenching in impotent anger, one balled-up hand on Zoe’s shoulder for balance as he leaned forward between her and Inara, Mal seethed all the more, stoking up to a fine and percolating rage.
Zoe, Inara, Jayne and Kaylee appeared to have nothing to say, which was of the good, really, because Malcolm Reynolds was on a roll, gathering words fit to goad Jayne into angry but immediate obedience.
“Real soon now, the doc’ll have plenty of extra time for learning to replace you in the henchman trade since your moldering corpse won’t need his fine doctorin’ anymore.” He jerked one arm and hand back over his shoulder, demanding and finally catching Jayne’s attention.
“You an’ me got an appointment that starts and ends with your worthless carcass on the wrong side of the airlock.” Mal patted the gun at his hip, the only hip he had managed to shove between Jayne’s friendlies at the door. His eyes narrowed in a pure-D threat he was sure to make reality. “Get up, Jayne. Final warning before I skin this smoke wagon and shoot you someplace non-lethal and then take you to die proper-like, all breathing space outside my boat.”
Jayne turned toward Mal, smiled sideways, evil-visaged, daring his angry captain to make his move. For his part, Jayne did not move from his perch. The view was too good for moving. No matter how tempted Jayne was to turn his risen and as yet unsatisfied libido to good use in a long over-due brawl with his leader, he had all manner of better use for it right where he was at.
“Nah, it’s shiny, Cap’n. I’m fine, he ain’t hurting me,” the woman pinned under Jayne’s big body was finally heard from. She used a hand to try and make her hair behave, hoping to look less like a mauled thing, more like a satisfied vixen who meant to be right where she found herself.
“Truth to tell, I came after him. Been chasing him down for days now, nowhere I’d rather be than this close to ‘m.” She thought better of playing favorites between Jayne and Serenity in front of the boss of both her and her girl, so she rose up a little on her elbows, best attempt at attention she could manage in her current position and hurriedly added, “I mean to say, Serenity’s all ship-shape, Cap’n. Work’s all done so I’m sorta taking my break.”
“There, Mal. Ya got your answer so get the ruttin’ hell out,” Jayne bent down and kissed Kaylee lightly but lingeringly on the lips, planning for their audience to be gone by the time he came back up.
Three sharp intakes of air from the doorway trio, and then, “Did he just kiss her? Jayne that doesn’t kiss? This looks serious,” that cogent observation from Zoe.
Testing her theory out, Zoe raised her voice toward the man on the floor, “Did you hear the Captain say Vera’s got a new owner, Jayne?”, she asked, closely studying Kaylee’s beau for reaction.
“Fuck Vera. Take her, she’s all yours!,” and Jayne punctuated the short speech by using one bare foot to kick the heavy shower room door closed, nearly clipping the side of Mal’s face in the jamb. Before anybody outside could react, the door was heard to latch from the inside.
Stunned into insensibility, Mal turned toward the two women left on his side of the closed door, his hard jaw set impossibly harder as he spoke, “Zoe, did that hwoon dan just give me Vera? With no trade on the table?”
“Trade was offered, Sir.” Mal searched her placidly serious face. “Seems you get Vera, he gets Kaylee.”
Mal leaned against the door, thumping his forehead on it for effect. Not four inches from where his head rested he could hear Kaylee making outrageous giggly sounds that were cut off abruptly by he knew who doing who knows what.
Helpless to do anything but try hard to wrap his mind around the events of the past several minutes, Mal drew ragged breath and spoke through teeth clenched tight enough it was a wonder they didn’t crack into shards. “Yeah, it’s serious,” and a beaten man turned and walked away down the corridor toward the kitchen. Suddenly he needed a drink, even if it was just green tea with a little Sake added for flavor.
Zoe and Inara followed in their captain’s wake, no further need for their being a barrier of protection any longer, they were fully prepared to be ear-witnesses to what Mal would say about the situation he was making fast strides away from. Besides, they were loath to play voyeur to the sounds of the pair’s communion through the door. Discussion was to be had in the kitchen, and it promised to be more interesting.
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“Where was we at, Kaylee?”, Jayne asked, rubbing his hand along her bare belly and hips his eyes had been steadily mapping while Mal raged outside. His fingers fluttered the smallest bit as he moved the palm firmly along her middle, the motion a wavering gentle rubbing that sent Kaylee’s flesh tingly warm signals from that connection down to her pointing toes.
Belatedly realizing that Mal was likely to storm in since the door was un-locked, the strong man quickly sat up off of Kaylee, leaned to the door handle and flipped the lock, giving them their needed privacy.
Lamenting the lost connection, Kaylee still spread on the floor, Jayne reached one arm down around her waist and back and scooped her up onto his lap. Breath sweeping out of her in the process, Kaylee giggled on her next indrawn one.
Jayne butt-walked them both flush with the door, their combined bodies added security against a door-rush from outside. It was just after that when they both felt and heard a dull bump, bump, bump as if a fist lightly socked the upper door outside.
Ignoring the small distraction, Kaylee straddled the man’s lap, one leg on either side of his hips, feet seeking purchase behind his low back. He obligingly pressed his shoulders hard to the door, sliding his abdomen forward a little as Kaylee’s legs curled around him, feet nearly crossing at his behind.
The merc-turned-chair held Kaylee’s laughing face in his hands and laid his forehead on hers, unknowing the reason for his sudden waryness but unable to let her see the nuclear glow of lust(?) love(?) he figured was spelled out in his eyes.
Hands pressed her head to one shoulder as his jaw nuzzled the side of her neck. His mountain-lion purr filled and vibrated inside her where she was pressed to him.
“We’re gonna have to talk now, Jayne. Right now. It’s now, and it’s here, dong ma?”
He didn’t move, merely turned his head a bit to apply heated lips to her throat. She tilted her head back despite herself, body unable to find a reason for resistance, only for abetting any efforts the man made toward taking them to an all-out completion of him inside her, him ~on~ and inside her this time. Good lord, she’d waited long enough, couldn’t take the wait anymore.
Body and brain skirmished briefly. Had to wait. Not waiting, not talking meant no future. Hell, they both knew it, both said it over the past two days at one time or another. Her brain, thus reminded took over. She leaned back from Jayne’s mouth’s trekking and took both his hands into hers, disentangling him from her hair.
The girl’s leaning back had caused the bottom of her rounded buttocks to press into him all nice and right. He needed her mouth, needed her tight-molded to him so he could further this along the way he knew it needed to be. He tilted his pelvis and lifted his legs, attempting to get her re-positioned against him when she put both her hands on his chest and pushed sideways off his lap. “Aaaargh!,” Jayne was angry now but still all-over amorous, a big cat deprived of his chosen mate.
“What are we playin’ at here, Kaylee? They’re gone. We got rid of ‘em. I heard them walk away. I don’t know what Mal’s gonna do to us later but I can’t find it in me to care. Most important thing I don’t know’s how much time we got till Mal comes back with Vera and blasts the doorlock to smithereens so I say we don’t waste it. You got me?”
“I got you? Have I? That’s a question I want answered, Jayne. And I think you got some questions for me. Talk. To me. Now. Here and now or I’ll walk out that door and save myself havin’ to repair Mal’s gun-welding work on the lock.” She slid back on hands and bottom further away from the man who looked fit to take her down and hard without thinking twice about it.
‘If he touches me again, I won’t find anything left in me to fight myself offa him,’ she thought, her tree bark brown eyes darting back and forth between the steel blue ones on her heart’s desire. He was staring at her long and long, the look unfathomable, almost as if he was trying to let his features communicate something important his ohhhh, lovely mouth couldn’t get out.
Fearing the silence that’d lead to one of them giving up and leaving, the woman of two minds thought hard on what to say to start them off in the direction of words resolving their future together, to find out if they even had one. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when he finally spoke.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time now. It was easy to do because you was all eyes on Simon Tam, not seeing me seein’ you. That first night he was on board, when we was all at the dinner table? I watched you watchin’ him, and didn’t haveta be no kinda expert to see you thought he was prince charming. You talked sweet nothin’s and lollipops to that puppy, and he smiled back talking all gentleman-soft and admirin’.”
Kaylee swallowed, hearing the scene, seeing it playing in her head exactly as it had gone down, but this time seeing it through the eyes of a man who now had a stake in her time, had had his stake inside her, and was right now plying a sharpened one in her mind’s eye, pinning her to his steady gaze like a screwdriver turning a bolt.
“I tried to shut it all the hell off, flip a switch and clear it offa me, but nothing worked.” He slid himself further up the door, sitting upright, turning to face her better instead of talking with head turned sideways.
“Before that boy came on the boat, I had lots of time to take it easy with you. Had me a plan. I’d be your ornery big brother, then ease into bein’ your friend and see how it panned out from there.”
Jayne went on, “Simon Tam stepped right into my place, killin’ my chances with you. Didn’t even gimme a chance to get close enough to let you know what I was feelin’, what I was hopin’.” His voice cracking the littlest bit as he spoke left Kaylee stunned into grief.
“Kaylee, I’m sorry as I can be…”
Never willing to see such pain she cut him off, “Jayne, let it be, don’t fret it, we’re both trying too hard, and…,” he moved swiftly beside her on the floor and smoothed one hand along her denim-clad thigh, “Nah, Kaylee. Lemme finish, now that I finally sussed out what I need ta say.” She smiled encouragingly, her pretty eyes that almost perfectly matched the color of her hair gleaming up at him.
“I’ve been ugly to you, Kaylee. More’n once at the dinner table, I made terrible fun of your reasons for talkin’ to Simon, when you was just being friendly, was all. And when Mal set me down, I let it get even worse. Hell, I think I piled it on so he’d have a reason to make me leave, needed somebody else to make me get outta there, away from you.”
Her head turned downward and she made a little sound he couldn’t interpret. She studiously avoided looking at him, her hands fisted in her lap. “Bao bei, I wanna tell you I’m sorry. For that and for the other times I took out powerful frustration on ya. Wasn’t right to do that, just too scared to tell ya why I’d go from joking and teasin’ ya to pulling the meanest kinda words out to hurt ya. I did it for a long stretch, making you hurt when what I wanted to do was make you mine.
He surprised himself, amazed he could lay out the whole thing, make it come out right, so true to what it really was for him. For what he felt for her.
Kaylee didn’t make a sound. Hoping she’d heard it the way he meant it, her silence making him question himself, he bent down to try to read acknowledgement in her eyes.
“Kaylee, can I hold you? What are ya thinking?”
Head tipped downward, Kaylee sniffled, sending Jayne scared, not knowing whether it meant tears or maybe disgust at him, at his heart getting bared. “Kaylee-girl, you said you wanna ask me something.”
She looked up from beneath her lashes at his hurt handsome face. Almost inaudibly, Kaylee murmured, “I want answers to specific questions. You ready?”
Encouraged, the big man replied with a small sexy smile she could both see and hear, “Ask me anything you want. But first you’re losing some of those clothes so we can put right an unequal an’ unfair difference in garb ‘tween you and me.”
The tile floor under her that had previously felt quite cold became a welcome foil for the heat that flooded her body at his words. He went on, “I’m all willing as hell to listen to you and answer you too, Kaylee. But I’m just a man, and no man’ll keep his mind on talkin’ when he’s all tensed up wanting a look at the woman he had naked in his bed, but ain’t never seen clearly in the light.”
Obedient to what her own body already wanted, what she saw clearly mirrored in his eyes, she crossed her forearms in front, her hands grasped the bottom edge of her tank top and she pulled it up back over her head, all in one movement. She wadded the garment, handed it to him and laid her head on his lap as he tucked it under her head as a makeshift pillow. ‘Fair is fair. Let ‘m look all he likes.’
Wu de tian, she was all he’d seen in the half-light of his quarters, and a damn sight more than he’d seen at the same time. Her breasts were rounded, nipples shell pink and no bigger around than his thumb. He wanted them in his mouth, wanted to test how his lips could suckle on her there, see about makin’ the tips of them point even higher.
Almost as if they caught his thought, the small twin objects of his lustful thinking perked up higher toward his face as he leaned in to study and smile at her body in want.
He had time to reconsider the smarts of asking her to take her clothes off as his dick began to rise bringing non-verbal suggestions that had nothing to do with talking things out. Yep, he was ready to stop talking. ‘Gods can she be quick with what she has to say?’
“Do you want me, Jayne?”
‘What, was she luh-suh?’ he thought. His cock leaped to answer her, nudging her ear in his lap through his pants, helpfully prodding Jayne to give the kind of quick answers he’d just been praying for.
“Hell yeah, Kaylee, I want you.”
He shifted, no relief in inaction and waited for the next question, not knowing what to expect next.
“How do you want me, how long do ya think you’ll want me? And what do you feel about me right now?” She rubbed her head sideways along his erection, wondering if he was gonna answer her literally, of if he could ken her meaning was to question him for the long-term, a lot longer than it would take for him to pin her to the floor and take her the way they’d promised.
Jayne seethed and drew breath through nose and mouth. He pulled the girl off him mongoose-quick, pushed her away and stood up in one motion. He turned his back on her to get space to think, resisting his body’s turbo drive to act out an answer on her own that’d be prettier than words of his could ever say.
He supported his weight facing the plaz shower door, breathing slow, shoveling in some thoughts he hoped would undamage his calm. Blessing Kaylee for not talking just now, he gathered one deflating thought for each ragged inhalation.
Breathe in, breathe out. Here was Badger insultin’ him, Mal and Badger’s henchmen joining to keep Jayne from the righteous revenge of planting a bullet where it’d do ‘em the most good.
Breathe in, breathe out. Here was Patience, prune-ugly stringy-haired witch who’d tried to kill Mal more’n once, with Jayne tempted to do it for her when he’d had Mal’s head clear in gun sight.
Breathe in and out. He reckoned he only had time for one more good (bad) thought before Kaylee’s patience bottomed out so he made it quick, made it a doozy. Reavers. Just the word. No image necessary. Was enough to take his bulging cock from sixty to zero in the last of the three breaths.
Jayne turned to face Kaylee who was standing close enough that her hair brushed his chest in the wake of his turning. She stumbled a little in surprise at his quickness and he reached out to steady her by the shoulders.
He pulled her into him, used one hand to turn her lovely head and press it to his shoulder.
“Kaylee, I want you. I need you. I think–I really think I need you or it’ll never be right with me. Been going crazy with wanting you around me all the time. Spent hours ponderin’ strategies for gettin’ close to you, to get you to want me back. I’m not smart like Simon. Never be a gentleman if that’s what you want. Ain’t me.”
He kissed the top of her head and gathered her closer to corset her almost tight enough to make breathing uncomfortable. Kaylee wouldn’t dream of protesting, instead she burrowed closer, waiting for his next words.
“If you’ll have me, I’m all for the having. What I mean to say…”, his voice petered out, lucky strike mine of words now emptied.
“Just say yes or no for a little while now Jayne, neh?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” he grunted as he slid one large palm down her back and slipped two fingers inside the drooping waistband of coveralls at her hips, sliding fingers the length from one seam of the pants to other atop the rise of her butt. He badly wanted to flatten his hand, swoop inside her pants and cup her bare-handed, raised tighter to his loins, but he knew a woman like Kaylee might take that as inattention, unforgivable.
As reward for uncharacteristic restraint, Jayne awarded himself second prize by removing fingers from skin sliding his hand back outside her clothes, roving down over the material. He cupped her buttocks as a trophy, learning the feel of her in his hand. She fidgeted against him, wreaking holy hell on weakened defenses as demonstrated by his strengthened erection making a comeback harder than ever.
“First question,” she said, level voiced.
‘Christ, there’s a list? How long is the gorram list?’, his tortured brain and body asked.
“Have you ever loved a woman?”
“Love my ma,” he smiled as he answered, purposely mistaking her meaning. “Uh, one word answer? Yeah.”
“Have you ever loved a woman not related to you?”
“Yeah.”
“When?”
He drew back from her a little, faces still so close their features blurred in each other’s eyes. Just far enough from her mouth so he could give her the one word she needed from him.
“Now.”
He climbed back into her mouth, burrowed his tongue between her lips, swallowing her down whole, jerked each time she swallowed him back. Hands tore at clothes regardless of whose hands worked on whose garments, single goal abetted by two pairs of all-impatient hands.
She kicked off her flip-flops, barely needed to wiggle her hips and used only one hand to encourage her workman’s coveralls to rocket down and pool at her feet. She stepped out and over the pile and nudged it a little to the side.
Jayne bent down to edge his pants off first one leg, then the other, she bending down with him to catch his mouth as he went. Lips connected, kissed, parted, came back again to slant this way then that. Her hands gave him balance as he shed the garment, palms rubbing his back up and down, learning and loving the play of muscle groups that teetered and danced as he disrobed.
He had her then. She had him now. They had each other the way they’d wanted it, bodies standing locked together as fingers played all over naked flesh that burned one for the other.
She dragged herself off of Jayne with a will to see him, to see all of him in the light. Blessed bright-lit room gave her what she’d craved when she couldn’t see near enough of him in the dimness of his cabin’s bed before.
Kaylee let her eyes stoke the fire in her belly to boiling by the simple process of thoroughly looking him over. He reached arms out to swaddle her back to him but she shook her head no, held one hand up between them. Obedient as ever to what she demanded since he trusted her to do good for them both, he stood tall, unembarrassed as her gaze roamed where it would.
Kaylee studied his body warm in the light, tan looking so good on him, enough brown all over that he seemed to glow from the inside out, darker lines spreading to corded biceps, tendoned neck exposed to more sunlight when he wore a t-shirt to work.
Though he stood student-still at her behest, Jayne’s eyes weren’t idle, not missing this chance to see what had been smudged in shadows on top of him by miniature flashlight’s glow the night before.
Wuo de ma, but she was the finest woman he’d ever seen. Her breasts rose and fell like a hypnotist’s device, drawing him in until he broke the spell by following the line of her waist that curved like Vera’s trigger. Her hips were ripe and just wide enough to fit proper when dragged underneath him, pinned under him like he knew he’d have her soon, oh, sooner, please.
Her belly button was a little well of secrets, made him smile to think on kissing her there, of pursing his mouth and blowing a raspberry of noise on the sensitive spot. Her laugh was a kicker anytime, but especially when caused by him, it was as pretty to him as her laughing face. But the anticipated giggles of Kaylee in loveplay promised to play rainbow to Jayne’s arid landscape desperately in need of moisture.
He had time to brush downswept eyes quickly across her pretty belly to her thick soft and curly triangle before his plans for the evening escalated to the feverest of pitches.
Kaylee jumped to him, body nearly smacking into him, her hand reaching his penis to give herself the only answer she knew to the ripe moisture sliding flowing up inside her. His body called to hers, his heart did likewise. He came where she led, bending at the knees when she tugged him south toward the floor.
In an instant they were down, discarded clothes serving as small islands to cushion their bed.
Kaylee wanted him all on top of her, legs to legs, belly to belly, breasts to chest. And what Kaylee wanted, where Jayne was concerned, Kaylee got. Such easy needs to fulfill he couldn’t help but want to. Today’s pleasure was hers. It was his turn, after all, and by her own rules, she was due to be the saddle on this gorram ride.
Not wanting to rob her of breath she’d need before he was done with her, Jayne raised chest and belly back off, weight supported on his knees spread either side of her hips. He took his hand between their bodies and played at her nethers, sighing in relief and pleasure at the wet warm Kaylee his hand had found.
Good, better’n good. He didn’t think he could wait to get inside her so it was providence that she was as hot for him as he was for her.
No protestations from her this time, no unreasonable fear that they wouldn’t fit together. No barriers to their rush to pleasure.
He wondered if he could resist going too fast. He was stretched wafer thin, control waffling from bad to worse, never had it this bad since his first boyhood wet dream.
“JAAAAYNE!?”, her cry jerked him up right quick, his eyes flying to hers. Kaylee’s face was a mask of frustrated woman-pleasure, want as beautiful as anything he’d ever seen in the ‘verse. Wanting him like that, she made him wonder if he looked like that to her and he took his shaft in one hand, nudging her thighs apart with one of his and bending to her.
He put the head inside her, groaned a basso song to her soft falsetto of expectation, want so high and hard the gods themselves had to own envy at the sound. She cocked her knees, bent a leg up and around his hip, demanding that he get this started, no more false starts, no will to wait for this dance.
Jayne pushed into Kaylee slowly, inch at a time. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to plow her like a bullet down a gun barrel, but her tightness, even assisted by obliging moisture, held him hostage, slowing him as he bent to her, pushed inside her.
He angled down and to the right in an attempt to take it deep, Kaylee shoved her pelvis up to it, and they met in the middle, grinding down hard and harder, as if to become one flesh all along their bodies’ surfaces.
“My god, Jayne”, she called, eyes wide and staring, “I think I’m just gonna die right here. Oh sweet mercy, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move…” her voice went on terminal repeat, softening even as she spoke until no more sound came, only her lips continuing the two word refrain.
He waited, hard put to allow it, cock screaming at him to move, gorramit, take this all the way, get it done right proper while something this good was so tightly sheathing his sword.
“Kaylee, hold on now,” he commanded and pulled almost all the way out, looking down between them at the place where they connected. Didn’t think it was possible for his cock to swell even larger, but what he saw between them made it do just that, and he plunged back down inside the woman, back up half-way and then in. He found a rhythm that played them both into wanton frenzy one moment, and a wave of joyous pleasure the next.
Jayne’s lover slid both her legs up and around the backs of his thighs, holding him in as far as she could to the point of hurting, then giving way when his hips moved to pull back in a rhythm he perfected in no time. The pull of her channel surrounding him, the ridged perfection of Jayne’s manhood purging, searching, finding all of her inside, yesu, it was unlike anything any man had ever done to any woman.
Nobody had, would ever reach her the way his body could, the way it was doing to her right now.
She arched her neck, breasts bobbling offering to him, him taking the favor. Hungry mouth descended on one strawberry nipple, tongue laving the long pink tip, then leaving it puckered and pleased so he could perform a mission of mercy on its lonely twin.
Jayne liked to do good works.
Kaylee held his head to her, hand smoothing his hair, bending her own head toward his so she could say his name in his ear.
He left off the breast ministering and put his mouth where his name had come from, closing his eyes tight as he kissed her thoroughly with every ounce of emotion to lead the way. He looked at her close, down into her eyes and smiled, blue steel to hot chocolate.
He kissed her again lightly as if she would break, barely-there kisses on her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, her temple all the while his body kept a beat sliding inside her more slowly now, in a controlled ecstasy of wanting her, needing her, say it true, ‘loving her.’
Yeah, he loved the lovely creature whose body sheltered perfectly beneath him. She was more perfect for him, around him, than any person in the ‘verse ever had been or ever could be, not just in this particular dance, but in the every day steps of a life full of Jayne with Kaylee.
‘Twasn’t lust then, had to be love. It was the sound of his name on her lips. The smell of her as she quickly passed by him in the corridor. The way just seeing her far off would lift his heart up to float four feet over his head. It was Kaylee calling to Jayne and his heart’s pounding answering her every time, as involuntary a response as breathing.
She provided him a sure certain clarity that they would last a lifetime at the same instant Kaylee clenched up all tighter than he’d had reason to suspect was possible, chain reactioning him into a whip of muscle and bone pressing down into her body and back up mostly out, then powering in like they had a destination to go and were hard-pressed to get there.
Kaylee’s orgasm ripped through both lovers, swept up and over the girl drawing her tight as a bow, then loosing her again to flow all over Jayne’s cock plowing inside and almost out of her. He felt it, god damn, it snatched his attention from himself and all into her.
Looking back down to her body which didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping the ebb and pull anytime soon, Jayne found his release, pulling up almost out and slamming back home again one time, again, again then pushing deep, god deep, upper body supported on his forearms as he shot forever long inside the woman who dragged him over into heaven.
They turned onto their sides on the floor, her leg over both of his, no chance of losing the part of him that still held them connected. She whispered something just before kissing his sweat-streaked jaw and tucking her head under his ear.
Panting, then breathing full-chest deep and exhaling, Jayne asked her what she said, she replied again but he still didn’t hear, his own body’s breath loudest in his ears.
Taking a moment to pause and adjust her volume first to be sure her voice would not crack when she spoke, Kaylee turned her honest sunflower face up to Jayne Cobb and said, “I love you.”
At her words, he covered her mouth with a kiss as full of tenderness as sunlight beams on a flower. Afterward Jayne raised up a millimeter and replied, “I know. I love you too.”
End, Part 5 (Conclusion.)
gorram – god damn, or gosh darn
wu de tian – my god
luh-suh – crazy
wuo de ma – mother of god
Her scream of release was deep and harsh and piercing; even the gag couldn’t conceal it.
The cool air made her sweaty body shiver, and it continued to shake and twitch as little tremors ran up her spine. She gasped and panted, like a long distance runner after a hard race; her throbbing cunt keeping time with the pounding of her heart.
He pried open her legs freeing his captured head and pulled off his ski-mask, a smug, self-satisfied smile on his dark, rough features. Rivulets of sweat trickled down from his forehead.
“Her Royal Highness likes to have her white pussy eaten by Kaffir, Mentu,” he said to his companion. “Her cum is sweet as honey, my friend.”
Panting, the Princess of Wales stared at her pleasure-giver’s grinning face, a stupid half-smile of surprise on her lips; her body still in turmoil. She had just experienced the most explosive cum of her life, yet the ache in her loins was even more fierce than before; a fire that seemed unquenchable. Embarrassment and shame were forgotten feelings; quickly replaced by a physical agitation and a lust for the taboo.
Slowly, she turned her head, following his gaze; her eyes blinked and widened, and her mouth gaped in surprise. The man, Mantu, stood naked, his big hand fisting a cock of huge proportions. It was the biggest prick she had ever seen, at least two hands long and massively thick. Mesmerized, she stared at the swollen, dark purple head as it twitched in front of her face. It pulsed and slithered with a life of its own. The pounding in her chest increased in tempo and breathing became harsh and ragged.
“I am Jumo, that is my friend, Mantu, and his little plaything. Do you like it?” he asked in a whisper, his sweaty face close to her ear.
Breathing heavily through her open mouth; eyes wide in wonder, her head nodded slowly and her body gushed a hot stream of cream to her itchy cunt. Behind the gag, her throat went dry. She didn’t believe the urge she had to take that monster in her mouth. It was almost overpowering.
What was happening to her?
“If you like his little thing, you will dearly love mine, Princess!”
Her eyes, suddenly alive, snapped back to him and she choked on the gag. He had stripped and his massive prick was inches from her face, sticking straight up; the bulbous head swaying in front of her shocked, bulging eyes. Were they all freaks? she wondered; creatures from a circus side show? His cock was even bigger and thicker than Mantu! Could that be possible?
Her surging mind reeled, assaulted by unknown passions and forbidden sensations. She was the Princess of Wales, yet, like a bitch in heat, her body screamed with a lust that knew no bounds of convention or propriety. Her mouth ached to be filled and her cunt throbbed with a seething passion; the sudden, terrible need of the addicted.
Groaning, almost in pain, she strained against the binds; hands trembling to touch, and rubbed her face along the huge, meaty shaft of Jumo cock; smelling the musky aroma of his body, wallowing in the heat of his flesh. Her mouth salivated. Her one free hand cupped his heavy, hanging balls and an electric thrill ran up her arm and down to her hot cunt as his body heat flowed to her.
Thick, clumsy fingers pried the gag loose from her mouth, and he shoved the fat knob into her willing mouth. She felt the massive, slug-like cock stretch her lips wide - Oh, God, she thought, it must be three inches thick! - her teeth scraping the skin as it buried itself deep in her wet mouth. She gagged when the hard head hit the opening of throat. Mouth aching, she pulled back, running her tongue over the heavy, bulging veins; tasting his special flavor and tangyness, washing the length of his majestic shaft. The salty taste of his cock drove her into a crazed frenzy, stripping the will to resist. Her head began to bob and his hands entwined in her flaxen hair, guiding her hungry mouth.
“Aaaaah,” Jumo sighed, “Suck! Suck my black cock, Princess! Give me a royal blowjob!”
Her mind reeled. She was the Princess of Wales, and she was sucking a huge black, Kaffir cock! And it was wonderful!
Her cunt throbbed and her body twitched as her stretched lips began to slide over his pulsing cock. She held it upright with her one free hand and licked his swelling ballsac; her tongue spreading dribbling saliva up and down the steely shank. She stuck her tongue in his piss-hole and was rewarded with a drop of crystal-clear pre-cum. It tasted better than the sweetest honey.
Her lips encircled the rock-hard knob and her tongue flicked over it, back and forth. Her free hand roamed her own body, kneading, pulling, pinching her tingling flesh; stoking the volcano in her body. She rubbed her tits, twirling the hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger and tiny slivers of lightening zapped her body. Her mind was a screaming mass of hot flashes, that erupted, violently, when her finger slid into her grasping pussy. The puffy lips closed around it, holding it prisoner, and she sighed as a heated wave of pleasure washed over her.
A heavy nudge against her cheeks caused her eyes to open and widen. There was Mantu’s cock, hard and black and sweaty, swaying in front of her.
“Ooooh, yes!” she heard herself say as her tongue washed over the musky head, bathing it with her Royal spit. It was almost as long, but not as thick as Jumo’s and it slid into her mouth with less problems - was she becoming better? - she wondered. Her hungry mouth went from one to the other.
“Oh, she sucks good, Jumo! Almost as good as a Zulu woman,” Mantu said, his voice gasping as the Princess’s mouth engulfed his hot African prong.
“Better!” Jumo answered. “Look how her mouth stretches, how she scrambles from one to the other, always licking and sucking. Her pretty pink tongue never stops. Imagine how her little pussy will scream when it feels it’s first taste of my cock.”
Jumo’s words swirled around her fevered brain, taking seconds to register through her lust, and determined cock-sucking. They were going to fuck her! Stick her with those huge monsters! Rip her apart!
“Yes!” she moaned, “Oh, yes, fuck me!” Her voice was almost a whisper. A prayer.
Jumo’s laugh was pure evil. “Beg me for it, Princess! Beg me to put my Kaffir cock in your Royal pussy and fuck you ragged! Go on, beg me!”
She gasped and swallowed her saliva. Her body trembled with heated shame. She was being debased and she knew it. Her body flushed with a residue of pride and shame. Then her cream-smeared finger twisted in her juice cunt and, magically, she didn’t care. All that matter was his magnificent cock! And getting it in her pussy!
“Please fuck me!” she choked. “Stick your black cock in my cunt and fuck my Royal pussy. Please! Please, I need it so badly!” She was on the verge of tears.
Mantu joined his companion in laughter and sank his cock back into her mouth, thrusting his hips forward as he did. The huge fuck-meat pushed at the opening to her throat and forced its way past. Automatically, she took a deep breath and tried to relax the constricting muscles. The huge cockhead surged all the way down her gullet, until her nose and mouth were buried deep in his cock hair.
Roughly, he grabbed handfuls of hair and pounded his cock - eight fat inches! - into her waiting face. His cry of passion was like an aphrodisiac to her, blotting out her abject surrender to them. Her body screamed with renewed pleasure.
Jumo laughed and swiftly untied her right leg, forcing it back to her tits, flatting them, and completely exposing her golden pussy. He pulled her hand away from her cunt, leaving it gaping and bare and feeling lost. Her silky cunt-hair was smeared with sticky cum-cream, and her thighs were streaked with the remnants of her massive cum. He rubbed the head of his cock against the puffy lips of her pleasure-raw cunt, extracting a low, mournful moan from her busy lips.
She tensed in anticipation, but he didn’t move and her eyes went wide, begging him. Her hips strained against his cock-head. She was frantic with desire! Ripping Mantu’s boiling cock from her mouth, she screamed, “Fuck me, you bloody Nigger! Fuck meeeee!”
Jumo’s lips curled in a snarl. Mercilessly, he plunged his thick, nine-inch prick into her gaping cunt, stretching it beyond belief. Her scream of rage, and passion, and pain filled the loft and echoed off the walls. Her mind exploded and mercifully, blackness washed over her brain.
She felt as if she had been in a great storm, fighting for her life, and suddenly she had come upon a safe harbor where the waters were calm, and warm, and wonderfully soothing. Wavelets rippled over her. Slowly, at first, then coming faster and faster. Each wave rippled over her body, making her feel good, and the feeling grew and grew until she was forced to moan her pleasure aloud.
“That’s it, Princess!” Jumo grunted, “Move your hips! Feel my joy in your lily-white pussy! Yes! Squeeze my prick!” He grimaced in actual pain as her incredibly strong cunt muscles clamped on his cock-head, freezing it stiff in the boiling caldron of her juicy pussy. Gone was his desire for humiliation; replaced with a wonder of incredibly tight, white, blonde pussy, and indescribable desire.
Thunder and lightening raged through her enflamed body. Blinding white heat! Through a hazy mist she saw Jumo’s massive black prick plunging in and out of her stretched blonde cunt, slimy with white froth; her nylon-clad leg dangling carelessly over his shoulder, her cherry-tipped tits flopping in time to his vigorous poundings.
Fascinated, she watched the dark log-like cock slide all the way in and all the way out of her straw-colored cunt. It was mammoth! And she was taking every pleasure-giving inch of it! Her body trembled and shook as his blackness pounded her body; her wanton hips twisting and pushing up to meet his fierce stroke. Sweat poured off of his muscular body, giving him a shiny satin gloss; the contrasts of forbidden color still stimulating her new-found lust.
Each pounding stroke forced the air from her lungs and she gasped in passion and desperation. Her tongue licked her dry lips and she was aware of a strange, tangy taste; different from anything she had ever tasted; something thick and sticky. Her fevered brain registered the texture and flavor and she realized that Mantu had shot his cum-juice into her mouth while she was blacked out. She felt surprisingly disappointed. Licking her lips and fingers, she tried desperately to capture the flavor. Discovering stray droplets of the thick, milky-white cum on her tits, she rubbed it into her skin, anointing her body, giving it a glistening sheen.
Mantu jerked her head up and dangled his slick cock above her gaping lips. “Suck it clean, my Queen!” he said in a voice still choked with released passion. “Aaaaah,” he sighed as her lips encircled his drooping prick. Trance- like, she sucked the deflating shaft, using it as a soothing pacifier to the burning lust that Jumo’s throbbing cock was generating in her body. Her passion-enflamed brain was running in slow-motion, unable to think or comprehend beyond the surging pleasures of her body; the incredibly intense tiny cums that coursed through her sensory system; each one driving her closer and closer to a crushing tidal wave of pure pleasure.
She felt his body stiffen and his cock jump in her cunt. Wrapping her free arm around his body, she pulled him fiercely to her, heedless of the pain in her up-stretched leg. The wondrous release was at hand!
Her free hand squeezed Mantu’s stiff cock and she hissed in Jumo’s ear, “Yes! Yes! I’m going to cum! Fuck me! Cum with me! Now! Now! Nowwwwwwww!”
Her body went rigid, arching into a tight bow with only the back of her head and one foot touching the damp mattress. Incredibly, her slender body was supporting his massive weight, holding him up in the air as his engorged cock exploded in the furnace of her throbbing pussy. Hot cum splashed wildly, deep in her body, crashing against the steaming walls of her cunt, flooding her, and overflowing the stuffed love-channel. Her own surging cum-juice mingled with his and seeped, hotly, down her thighs and into her asscrack, dripping unchecked beneath their harshly panting bodies.
For one masterful moment, they stood on the top of the world, and as one, they collapsed into the softness of their battlefield; exhausted warriors.
The raging storm of blinding passion waned; replaced by a warm, wonderful tide of unbridled pleasure, and she shivered as it ebbed slowly from her foggy mind. She ached in all parts of her body, especially her battered cunt, but it was a good ache, one of triumph and accomplishment. She had taken Jumo’s mighty cock, every bloody inch of it, and squeezed it dry. She had sucked the life from Mantu’s lovely prick.
Her drifting mind glowed with the wonder of her forbidden passions; her lust, and desire. She, the blonde and pure Princess of Wales, had willingly sucked raven-black cock like a common slut, and had reveled in the forceful penetration of black cock into her trembling white body; desperately, she had swallowed the thick, jism of their taboo mating and had thrilled at her own subjugation.
Sex had never been this glorious, this exciting, this thrilling! Sex would never be the same!
A smile of triumph passed her lips when Jumo pull his deflated cock from her pleasure-raw pussy, but it quickly passed, replaced with a sudden feeling of loss as her cunt was deprived of his wonderful fullness. Behind misty eyes, she moaned softly. Then, as if by magic, the feeling returned! Her body twitched and she gasped as her cunt slowly filled up with the incredible thickness of his beautiful prick. Her body reacted with joy, filling her cunt with slick, warm juice. Jumo was back, she thought wistfully; hard and strong again. It was wonderful!
She sighed and opened her hazy eyes. Mantu’s gap-tooth grim greeted her surprise gasp. She moaned and tossed her head back as he roughly pushed his thick, black, rock-hard cock all the way up her grasping pussy.
Mantu! Jumo! It no longer matter! She craved the pleasure of their massive cocks. Everyone of them!
Lovingly, she wrapped her arms and legs around his thick body - when had they freed her completely? - and gave herself up to the glorious thrills of his long-stroking, pleasure-giving cock.
She lost track of time; it no longer had meaning. She lost track of the times she climaxed; the violent rumbles, and massive shocks that seemed to run together, each one draining her body and mind, exhausting her; but each time she felt a hard cock enter her body she was renewed, hotter and hornier than before. She was possessed with a sex-lust that drove her from frenzy to frenzy, from climax to climax, from one stunning pleasure to another. Her greedy mind and body knew no limits.
She remembered Mantu’s long passionate fucking; how she climaxed two or three times before he pulled his cock from her squishy cunt and sprayed her body with his hot, rich cum-juice. She had washed her heaving body with the thick, sticky cream, licking it off her hands and fingers; loving the slimy taste of the silky globs. She remembered sucking Jumo huge prick again, her saliva making it easier for him to plunge it into her hot body. She could see herself on her hands and knees, head twisting from side to side, as he fucked her from behind, like a street dog; Mantu grabbing her face and sticking his soft cock in her mouth, his hips pounding her sweating face until his prick was hard again, ready to shoot another hot load of rich, African cream down her waiting throat. Together, they flooded both ends of her body until cum-juice ran down her cheeks and thighs, streaked her tits and stomach, and dribbled down her back and her slender round ass.
She remembered their hot tongues. Long and agile, they snaked up her oozing cunt and down her gasping throat. She had sucked on one, like a miniature prick, while the other slipped in and out of her pussy, and rimmed her puckered asshole like a hot dart, giving her a new, exciting perversion to enjoy. Their fat lips sucked on her hardened tit nipples, thrilling her beyond belief.
She didn’t remember one from the other, and she didn’t care. All that mattered was their size, their power, and their thrilling blackness.
They had fucked her on her back, on her side, on her hands and knees; up against the wall, with her legs wrapped tightly around their waists or up over their shoulders. She had squatted over their raging members, forcing herself down on each one until her cuntlips rubbed against the base of the hairy crotch. She had bent over and rolled backwards, and contorted herself into every conceivable position trying to get their wonder-pricks in her body.
She had spent eons playing with their pricks, sucking and licking the heavy ridges of their shafts, tickling the hairy ballsacs that hung below, lapping up the warm, sticky cum-juice. And still she craved more.
She remembered their mutual, unbridled laughter when, finally, they collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, the men unable to raise another hard-on even with help from her magic mouth. Finally, in annoyance, she sandwiched her gamy, white body - sweat and dried cum streaks crisscrossed her flesh, like lash marks - between their heaving black bulks.
“No more, no more,” Mantu protested. “My cock is ready to fall off. You have won, Royal one.”
“And you, Jumo?” she asked with a smile and a groping hand. “Are you fucked out, too?”
“Mantu is right,” he chuckled, “you have won! Even two Zulu’s can not tame a Royal pussy, Your Highness. Perhaps we were foolish to try. My cock will never be the same.”
The Princess Royal giggled, “Neither will my pussy, my lovely captors. You’ve stretched me so much, you can drive a truck through it now. What’s my husband going to say?”
“Help!” Jumo bellowed and they all joined in, laughing like children.
“Well, let this be a lesson to you. The next time you kidnap a princess, make sure you have enough help to keep her happy.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” the men chorused.
“I’m still not completely satisfied, you know.”
Jumo sat up. “My god, woman, even a Zulu female’s appetite would be quenched by now.”
She winked at him mischievously. “That’s because a Zulu female can have your giant cocks anytime she desires. I, on the other hand, have to make the most of what little time I have.”
He couldn’t believe his eyes or ears; an English Royal Princess, a mere skip of a woman, barely past girlhood, craved the pleasures of their black cocks like a demon possessed; sucked them into her slender body and squeezed the life out of them, and then demanded more. And like zombies, they did as she bided. Who here is the captive? And what have we unleashed, he wondered.
“Play with me,” she said, turning herself around between them, her head at their groins, her cunt and ass staring them in the face. “Play with my pussy and my asshole,” she ordered, her voice husky again, as the heat began to flow in her loins. She raised her right leg straight up, stretching the suspenders on her garter belt to the fullest, giving each man a clear view of her spectacular, open and waiting, charms.
“Please?” she said in a plaintive voice, taking their flaccid pricks in her small, delicate white hands, and massaging them.
Chuckling deeply, the men raised their eyes skyward in resignation.
“We have created a monster!” Jumo said sticking his long, pointed tongue in the Princess’s wet, pink cunt. Mantu just smiled his acceptance while his hands kneaded the soft ass-flesh of her twin mounds. Licking his finger, he inserted it in her asshole, slowly twisting it around until it was seated all the way up against the puckered opening.
Taking Jumo’s cockhead in her mouth, Her Highness sighed in contentment as the teasing, tantalizing pleasures washed over her body. The last images she saw before falling asleep was their shiny blackness, stark against her pale body, and her own sudden and perverted lust.
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