Cyborg Cum and the Lust Galaxies, Part 1
This is an except from the first installment in this story in the Erotic Sci-Fi Tales of Yore series.
The space fisherman knew he had
little time to act if his plan was to work.
Westjuur sprinted to his scrambike
and retrieved one more sexy space midget Xizân girl. Though he did not want to
waste a space sex slave in this way, Westjuur had little choice in the manner
if he wished to avoid a lustful death here and now on this lonely space
asteroid.
“Forgive me, Xizân space slut,”
said Westjuur to the midget girl. “I must murder you without making the proper
sacrifice to our Lord Rahh.”
The Xizân slave began to cry. She
looked solemnly into the silver-colored eyes of the space fisherman and
whimpered, “No lovemaking before I die, foreign brother?”
Westjuur smiled at so ridiculous a
question.
“Of course, there will be a rapine
of your virginity before your life force is extinguished, my space ingénue,”
said Westjuur.
He picked her up by the legs and
tossed her toward the canister.
The Xizân sex midget fell with her
back to the canister. Westjuur was immediately aroused by such a display of
force and removed his space loincloth in order to have his way with the little
tart.
He turned her around so that her
body now bent over the canister. Westjuur tore off her top so that her mighty
space titties dangled over the opening of the fuel canister. He penetrated her
buttocks in lieu of her yet-to-be-spoiled maidenhead just south of her
bunghole.
Westjuur called to the creature
still inside the canister, “See this you miserable space monster from the
ancient court of Himfeltalt; these full breast dangling above your strange
head. Will you not commit to a pleasurable fondle of this sex slave’s private
parts?”
A great rumbling exited from the
top of the canister as Westjuur continued his penetrating motion into the
unlucky Xizân space woman.
From out of the top of the
canister appeared a tentacle of some sort. It was made of a glittering space-like
substance, of a pure reddish glow, both translucent and hard to the touch.
Westjuur realized that this must be the third sex organ of the astroman
reptile. It was rising out of the canister’s open orifice and now turning
toward Westjuur and the Xizân girl’s hard lovemaking. The forth-dimensional sex
organ snaked into the air and then back around toward the Xizân space slave.
Could the stupid creature in the
canister be aroused? Thought the space fisherman to himself. It appeared as
though his plan was working.
The slimy, red tentacle began to
feel its way over the body of the Xizân midget. Its odd-looking red glow
hovered about the girl’s breasts before weaving its way over her head, down
across her back, and then past Westjuur’s ribald penis. The astroman reptile’s
fourth-dimensional sex organ then sniffed at the sex slave’s labia. It seemed
to understand that this smallish girl from Xizân was indeed a virgin. The
creature’s tentacle went wild in a zillion-colored phantasmagoria of light and
sound and vibrations and screams and glitter and intoxicated spasms of lust.
The astroman reptile’s strange
tentacle shot forward in a single slithery punch, breaking past the Xizân
girl’s hymen and sinking its fourth-dimensional lasciviousness into all the
organs, arteries, and veins of the girl.
The Xizân sex slave screamed in
sensuous pain.
Westjuur knew that this was his
chance.
He quickly finished his anal
raping, pulling out his space penis so that his cum could litter the backside
of the midget girl as the creature continued in its wild ecstasy. Westjuur
tilted the Xizân girl forward. She fell over into the top of the canister with the
fourth-dimensional sex organ still locked inside her pussy.
Immediately, Westjuur reached down
for the cover of the canister—the same one that held the ancient script of
Profit Élouraz.
He placed... [read more...]
Love you* all!
-V de S
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*especially those of you with big black beefy penises
