Kissing Caroline
You kiss Caroline as if she was a sweet fruit into which you were slipping your swift tongue with a passionate and copulatory intimacy that would preclude you from eating it in public. Happily, the launchbay is empty!
“What will I do with you?” you muse, backing Caroline against a wall fortunately studded with metallic hooks at happily convenient heights, and checking her eyes for indications of fear or anger. Her lids close, then rise, and a wicked smile quirks her mouth.
“Anything you wish,” she murmurs.
“And so I shall!” you declare, and cup Caroline’s pubis through her shiny space-suit. The fabric is waterproof, of course, but you fancy you can feel the effects of a moistening in her feminine crevice! She moans, her head falling back against the wall, and you pause for a moment to admire the slender column of her throat – so like the graceful wings of the snow-pterodactyl of Alpha-Nine. Then you strip her out of her suit and use it to bind her wrists together, and then to the wall. Your own space pyajams do very well to bind her feet, each to their separate hook. Caroline makes no protest, rather moaning as each perfectly tied knot is pulled tight.
You step back to admire your work, running your fingers lightly over your naked body. Caroline watches as you pinch your nipples, caress your thighs, and, with an aching slowness, stroke the hard bud of your blossoming womanhood.
“Please,” she whispers.
“I did not give you permission to speak,” you chide gently. “If you would like to stop or pause, knock three times against the wall. Demonstrate that you can, now.”
Caroline obeys most delightfully, and you smile, before settling yourself on the launch-bay floor. True, the metallic surface is hard, and icy cold against your naked posterior, but the hunger in Caroline’s eyes as you touch yourself is worth this discomforting inconvenience, particularly as you expect to climax within moments!
And so it proves! An entirely satisfactory orgasm ripples through you, and you sigh languidly, strolling back towards your captive. “That was how I touched myself in my imperial bedroom, thinking of the exploits of the famed Silver Marauder,” you inform Caroline. “Would you like to see how I thought of touching you?”
Mindful of your stricture against speech, Caroline nods fervently, gasping as you draw your hands up her spread thighs. “Like this,” you murmur, and thrust two fingers into the quivering wetness that awaits your attention as a Kujurian puppy awaits the return of her mistress after even the most momentary absence, Kurjurian puppies having the shortest short-term memory of any semi-sentient species.
Caroline groans, her muscular love-tunnel clenching around your fingers. Delighted by this response, you lean forward to nip gently at her quivering breasts and tap your thumb against her own flesh-nubbin.
Fortuitously, for previous research into the avenues of love has taught you that the orgasms of most women need to be hunted with a care and practice like that required to hunt the terrible spasywurm of your home planet, Caroline is so overcome by your imperial presence that she climaxes at once!
You require her to lick your fingers clean, and then unbind her. “I would dally with you all day,” you sigh, “But surely we must deal with your faithless former flunkies?â€
“How wise you are!†the Silver Marauder effuses, climbing back into her suit. “Yes, we must address at once the problem of the renegade mercenaries. But I think we will need help – two people cannot defeat a small army alone.â€
Briefly, you consider the Duke. But no – he won’t have regained consciousness yet, and you do not feel that you could trust him, in any case. “To whom can we apply for aid?†you query, re-buttoning your space pyjamas.
“I suspect that the station’s librarian, Byron Keates, might be able to assist us. Or perhaps Dame Harmony Sonata, the famous vocalist, who is currently vacationing here. But which shall we approach first?â€
A librarian or a diva, to help defeat the mercenary threat – you feel as conflicted as the two-brained rifulgi fish of Zarpathionionion! What will you do?
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