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The Paressii Empire was well known throughout the Triangulum Galaxy for
two things: Paressiian
wine and the libertine nature of its subjects. The king of this realm of
thirty-eight star systems was Zemanshãh. In the capital city of Balasmar on the
capital planet of Baxium, King Zemanshãh was well known for his tirades of
lust. Like their galactic neighbors of the Lücrezian Empire and the twin star
system of Himfeltalt, the humanoids of the Paressii Empire were
believers of the word of the early space Profit Élouraz concerning the greatest
deity ever known of Lord Rahh of the black hole of the universe. Nothing was
said to please Lord Rahh more than licentious sacrifice.
Despite King Zemanshãh’s
insatiable love of fornication, he had never had a child. King Zemanshãh’s
childlessness bothered him dearly. Often he would grief. His greatest concern
was that he had no male humanoid heir to take over the Paressii Empire
after his death.
King Zemanshãh was
nearing his eight-hundredth year. Since most Paressiian men lived no longer
than the age of seven-hundred years, many subjects of that empire were troubled
that their monarch was also living on borrowed time.
One morning, King Zemanshãh
sat atop his throne at his palace at Balasmar on planet Baxium. The King was
ruminating over his long life. King Zemanshãh wondered to himself why after
raping over a half of the humanoid women of his empire had he not had any
children.
A space servant ran
into the King’s throne room.
King Zemanshãh
looked up from his throne and inquired what the servant wanted.
“O my lord, at the
door is a space slave-girl with a merchant from the Chemiaz Federation,”
reported the servant. “None more beautiful than she hath been seen.”
King Zemanshãh
replied, “Bring to me the merchant and the slave-girl.”
The trader from the
Chemiaz Federation and the space slave-girl were brought before the King.
King Zemanshãh was
immediately struck by the beauty of the little tart slave-girl. She was slender
and small, like some Paressiian doll. The space slave-girl’s hair was a gray
and her skin of a dark red hue.
The space merchant
removed the cloth covering the slave-girl’s face. She was incredibly attractive
and her countenance was both inviting and sorrowful at the same time. King Zemanshãh
wanted to see the rest of her figure.
Without asking the
merchant permission, the King descended from his throne and walk up to the
space slave-girl. King Zemanshãh smiled at the female. He placed his hands over
her breasts. She was essentially flat-chested, but this did not make the King
think her any less attractive. Small breasts were a fetish of his of late.
King Zemanshãh
undid the buttons holding up the slave-girl’s top. Now nude from the navel up,
the King had a full view of her perky, though smallish tits. The King leant
over and began to lick at the space slave-girl’s titties. She immediately quicken
the pace of her breath. King Zemanshãh guessed that this space hussy of a slave
was aroused. The King felt his own royal penis begin to throb.
The space merchant
observed this scene quietly at first. But now that he saw that the King of the Paressii
Empire was pitching a stately tent in his trousers, the space trader realized
that this was his chance to really make a sale.
The space merchant undid the King’s pants. A turgid, ribald cock flopped
out. The merchant stroked the royal penis. He looked up at the King still
engrossed in licking the space slave-girl’s chest.
As the slave-girl began to moan the color of her skin lightened from
dark red to whitish pink.
The space merchant jumped up, grabbed the slave-girl by the back of her
head, and positioned her in front of King
Zemanshãh’s cock.
King Zemanshãh
craned his neck toward the stars and cried, “Wine! I require Paressiian wine!!”
Immediately a
servant appeared before the threesome with a tray of wine and sweets.
The King
impatiently grabbed at a bottle of Paressiian wine. He ripped off the top with
his teeth and proceeded to pour the bottle of wine over his and his visitors’
bodies. The power of Paressiian wine, of course, lies in its ability to be
consumed through the skin. There is no better known aphrodisiac in the Triangulum
Galaxy.
With the space merchant still holding the slave-girls head at the crotch
of King Zemanshãh, he
looked up at the King greedily. Surely he was to get a good price for this
space slut.
The space
slave-girl let her mouth be entirely filled with the King’s large, veiny penis.
She worked her tongue expertly.
King Zemanshãh
could no longer hold back his royal orgasm. The King blew a load of ardent,
sticky semen into the space slave-girl’s maw. Some yellowish cock-juice dibbled
down her pink chin and fell on the floor. The space girl moved to lick up all
and any cum, even the drops that had fallen near the King’s feet.
Exhausted, the King
fell backwards into his throne. He glared at the space merchant from the Chemiaz
Federation.
“O intergalactic
trader, for how much is this slutty damsel to be sold?” asked the King.
The space merchant
answered: “O my lord, I purchased her for two thousand crystal bars of
galactic money from the
merchant who owned her before me, and I have been for three years travelling
with her, and she hath cost, to the period of her arrival at this place, three
thousand crystal bars of galactic money; and she is a present from me unto thee.”
King Zemanshãh was
pleased that the merchant was making the slave-girl a present to him. Yet the
King also knew he should reward the space merchant.
“Whence does such a
whorish treat as this hail?” questioned the King. “By the dark-red color of her
complexion, I should guess she is from Himfeltalt.”
“My lord’s
intelligence doth not disappoint,” replied the space merchant. “She is indeed
from that magical space realm of Himfeltalt.”
The space merchant
did not really know from where the space slut came. He only cared for whatever
reward the King of Paressii might bestow. He waited with baited breath.
King Zemanshãh gave
the space merchant a space robe, one that conferred a special royal honor upon
the trader. The King also presented him ten-thousand crystal bars of galactic
money.
The space merchant
kissed the hands of King Zemanshãh,
thanking him, and then proceeded to leave the planet of Baxium on his scrambike
as quickly as possible.
King Zemanshãh
looked over his new property and was not disappointed with the purchase.
The King called
over another servant woman, saying to her, “Amend the state of this slutty damsel,
and deck her, and furnish for her a private chamber, and take her into it.”
King Zemanshãh gave
orders to the other servants and chamberlains that everything should be
provided for this space slave-girl. He had a new wing built onto his palace at
Balasmar just for his new space minx. The King already had the idea of making
her a royal mistress of the highest order.
After resting for
some bit, King Zemanshãh again wished to visit his new space mistress. He
reminded himself that he had only inserted his royal cock into her mouth at
this point. Surely, he thought, she had other orifices that needed pummeling as
well.
The King entered
the slave-girl’s new quarters. She did not rise to great him or take any notice
of him at all.
“It seemeth that
she hath been with people who have not taught her good manners,” said King Zemanshãh.
The King looked
over her from the door. He could not get over the fact of how beautiful this
space hussy was. She was prettier than a shining quasar star in the dark of
night. As he wondered at her beauty, the King made a prayer to Lord Rahh.
King Zemanshãh
approached the slave girl and sat next to her. He leant in and stole a kiss
from her lips. It was sweet, like Paressiian honey. Her dark-reddish skin was
attractive to this man from the Paressii Empire. On only a few occasions
had he met a space female from the Himfeltalt twin star systems. He wondered if
she knew any dark space magic.
The slave-girl continued her blank look and made no recognition of
having received the King’s royal kiss. It was if the space was girl deaf or
dumb or blind.
King Zemanshãh laid
her on her back and began to explore her body in greater detail with his hands.
He called over one of his space servants to remove the slave-girl’s space
robes. When fully nude the King lay his hand first on her face and then slowly
let them slide down her body. He cupped her smallish dubs in his hands before
kissing both tits, one after the other, smiling. The King guessed that the tart
was around sixteen or seventeen years old. In all his eight-hundred years of
existence, he wondered why he had never seen a space girl as sweet as this one.
King Zemanshãh
worked his way down to her labia. He tongued at the outer vagina. Her crotch
was of a lighter shade of red, almost a pink, compared to the rest of her skin.
The King inserted his tongue deeper into her twat.
One of the other
chamberlains undid the King’s pants. Like earlier, a chunky royal-sized cock
unfurled forth for everyone in the room to witness.
The King feathered
the slave-girl’s legs with his burgeoning erection. He let the tip of his penis
drag from her hip down to her feet and up to her hip again. When the cock was
turgid with pent up lust, the King hit her feet with it. Taping one foot after
the other, King Zemanshãh enjoyed a bit of a foot job, tickling the top of the
slave-girl’s toes with the end of his penis.
Still the
slave-girl acted as though she was not there in the room with King Zemanshãh.
Her mind was somewhere else. Her eyes drifted toward the horizon lazily,
coolly.
Something about the
slave-girl’s disinterest in everything about her aroused the King greatly.
His erection went
from hard to harder to space-crystal-rock hard. The King brought his cock up to
the slave-girl’s pubis.
Before he could
penetrate, King Zemanshãh’s penis spat forth a barrel-sized load of royal
semen. The white, viscous, gummy cum blasted against the space whore’s
unguarded twat.
Annoyed that he
could not finish inside the slave-girl, the King took out his pleasure saber
and shoved it in past her vulva. He hoped that some of the fresh semen would be
pushed in along with his dildo pleasure weapon.
King Zemanshãh fell
to the side of the slave-girl and laughed to himself: “Extolled be the
perfection of Lord Rahh, the Creator of this damsel and her star-kissed cunt!
How elegant is she, saving that she doth not speak!”
King Zemanshãh
turned toward the other servants in the room. He asked them is she had spoken
anything to them.
One of them
answered, “From the time of her arrival to the present moment she hath not
spoken one word, and we have not heard her talk.”
The King requested
that the other servants think of ways to entertain the slave-girl. Some sang Paressiian
songs of love and Lord Rahh’s Infinite Bunghole. Others thought of jokes.
Others still tried to encourage the space slave-girl to play games.
The slave-girl
neither laughed nor showed any disapproval. Her face was a cool sangfroid. Her
whole bearing flittered in perfect disinterest. Her manner held an unequaled equipoise.
This unmatched equanimity
did not, however, overly upset the King. It was not before long that this
particular space slave-girl became his favorite consort.
For over a year,
the King and the slave-girl played this game of one-way intercourse. King Zemanshãh
was always the side of over-excited fuckery—a never-ending scintillation of
caddish lust. The slave-girl always received these blow of libidinosity without
a word.
In short, he loved
to fuck and the slave-woman took it in anally as coolly as she did vaginally.
One day King Zemanshãh
said to her:
“O desire of souls,
verily the love that I have for thee is great, and I have relinquished for thy
sake all my galactic portion, and been patient with thee a whole year. I beg Lord
Rahh that His Asshole will, in His Buggering Grace, soften thy heart toward me,
and that thou mayest speak to me. Or, if thou be dumb, inform me by a sign,
that I may give up hope of thy speaking. I also beg of Lord Rahh that His Asshole
will bless thee with a son that may inherit my kingdom after me; for I am
solitary, having none to be my heir, and my age hath become great. I conjure
thee, then, by Lord Rahh, if thou love me, that thou return me a reply.”
The space
slave-girl appeared as if she was to say nothing to the Kings’s lamentations.
She looked toward the ground, shook her head, and for once, finally
acknowledged the King’s presence.
The slave-girl
smiled at King Zemanshãh of the Paressii Empire.
She broke her
year-long silence. The space slave-girl spoke:
“O magnanimous
King, Lord Rahh hath answered thy prayer; for I am about to bring thee a child,
and the time is almost come. And were it not that I knew this thing, I had not
spoken to thee one word,”
The King jumped up
into the air in joy. He could not believe what had just been told to him.
“Praise be to Lord
Rahh who hath favoured me with things that I desired; the first, thy speaking;
and the second, thy information that thou art about to bring me a child,” said
King Zemanshãh.
Overcome with
incalculable happiness, the King rushed from his mistress’s private chambers to
his throne hall to proclaim the good news. He had Sir Novnov, his chief
minister, let out a general proclamation that all the citizens of Balasmar are
to come to his palace gates immediately and perform a nation-wide orgy in
praise and thanks for Lord Rahh’s benevolence. He instructed Novnov to keep the
sex party warm and alive until he would have time to show up later.
King Zemanshãh
returned to the chambers of the space slave-woman.
The King asked the
girl, “O my slutty mistress, wherefore hath been this silence, seeing that thou
hast been with me a whole year, awake and asleep, in sex and in sodomy, yet
hast not spoken to me, except on this day after I blew semen in your navel for
fun?”
The slave-girl
answered, “Hear, O sex-loving King of the age, and know that I am a poor
person, a stranger, broken-hearted: I have become separated from my mother, and
my family, and my brother Hâles.”
King Zemanshãh
embraced his minx-lover slave.
He replied, “As to
thy saying that thou art poor, there is no occasion for such an assertion; for
all my space kingdom and possessions are at thy service, and as to thy saying,
‘I have become separated from my mother and my family and my brother’—inform me
in what place they are, and I will send to them, and bring them to thee.”
The space slave-girl
said:
“Know, O King, that
my name is Grenade of
the Void, located in the space between the twin star systems of Himfeltalt. My
father was one of the kings of the Void, and he died, and left to us the kingdom;
but while we were enjoying it, another of the space kings came upon us, and
took the kingdom from our hands. I have also a brother named Hâles, and my
mother is of a women of the Void.
“Once, I quarreled
with my brother for he was a poor in love making. Never could Hâles stimulate
my twat and my space clitoris in the manner I liked. I swore that I would throw
myself into the hands of a man of the inhabitants of any space kingdom outside
of Himfeltalt to punish my brother for his sexual ineptitude.
“Accordingly I came
forth from the Void, and sat upon the docking area of a well-traversed deep
space station in Himfeltalt. And there passed by a humanoid on a scrambike from
the Xizân Empire who took me and sold me to the Chemiazian space trader from
whom thou tookest me. This last space merchant from the Chemiaz Federation was
an excellent, virtuous man, a person of religion and fidelity and kindness and sexual
prowess. Often would the Chemiazian space merchant play with my vagina in a way
that pleased me greatly. He was a believer of Lord Rahh and His Infinite
Butthole at the center of the universe. But thinking back to the trade he made
with thee, I feel even more fortunate now to be with thee.
“Had not thy royal
cock loved me, and hadst thou not preferred me above all thy trampy wives, I
had not remained with thee one hour; for I should have stolen a scrambike from
the palace space garage and traveled back into the deep of space, back to the
Void, and gone to my mother and my people. I was ashamed, however, to go to
them; for they would imagine evil of me, and would not believe me, even though
I should swear to them, were I to tell them that a king had purchased me with
his galactic money, and chosen me in preference to his other space wives and
all that his right hand possessed. This is my story, and peace be on thy
rectum!”
King Zemanshãh
again thanked her and kissed her small breasts.
He said, “By Lord
Rahh, O my mistress of the Void, and light of my eyes, I cannot endure
separation from thee for one hour; and if thou quit me, I shall die instantly.
How then shall the affair be?”
The slave-girl Grenade
answered, “O my butt-banging
master, the time of the birth is near, and my family must come from the Void to
visit.”
“And how,” said the
King, “can I convince a red-skinned humanoid from Himfeltalt to visit us here
in the Paressii Empire? Do not your kind distrust space travelers from
outside your twin star systems?”
“They shall travel
hither if I command them so. For they are sure to miss their favorite daughter.
Believe us not to be so haughty. Though it is true that our dark lust-space
magic is the most powerful in the Triangulum Galaxy, even we wish to
spread open our legs and our butt cheeks to astronauts from without our realm.
“Furthermore, O
King, when my family and my brethren come, I will inform them that thou
boughtest me with thy galactic money, and hast treated me with beneficence and
ripe fuckings, and it will be seen that thou confirm my assertion to them. They
will also see thy state with their eyes, and will know that thou art a king, the
son of a king.”
“O my piss-drinking
mistress, do what seemeth fit to thee, and what thou wishest; for I will comply
with thy desire in all that thou wilt do,” returned the King.
“Know, O King of
the age, that we fly through the Void without the help of scrambikes or other
spacecraft, and see what is in it, and we see the planets, and the moons, and
the stars, and the universe as from a unique vantage point, and this hurteth us
not. Know also, that in the Void are many humanoids and various forms of all
the kinds that are also to be found in other quadrants of the galaxy; and know,
moreover, that all that is of the Paressii Empire, in comparison with what is in the Void—though the Void
appear small—is indeed a much smaller matter than that of the infinity of space
and time within the Void of Himfeltalt.”
King Zemanshãh had
to admit to himself that he did not understand half of what his mistress Grenade
said. The King only really understood that from the price of this space
slave-girl, he had gotten the bargain of the millennium.
Grenade was already
nude from that morning’s romp with the King. She lay her back on the King’s bed
and spread her legs. She also spread her hands away from her body, so that she
looked like a five-pointed star.
“Pleasure me, O
King,” commanded the slave-girl. “If I climax now, I shall be able to issue
forth a dark spell of space magic and open up a portal through space and time
from the Void to this very bedchamber.”
Grenade closed her
eyes and waited for King Zemanshãh to play with her dark-reddish body.
King Zemanshãh
placed his hands over Grenade’s crotch. He rubbed her labia majora and tickled
her pinkish clit. The space slave-girl did not seem to be aroused. The King
wondered how best to proceed. He acknowledged to himself that he had never once
tried to make his space mistress have a proper orgasm. The King had only ever
been interested in his own spilling of seed.
King Zemanshãh
thought of using his pleasure saber when he suddenly struck upon a more novel
idea.
The King called one
of his many male servants to the bed. He asked the servant if they had any pink
space leopards in the royal kennel. He ordered that the boy bring a tomcat
leopard.
The servant soon
returned with a gigantic pink space leopard.
Just as the King
suspected, once the pink space leopard had entered the bedchamber and espied
the open twat of a female, it began to tussle with the boy servant holding on
to its leash.
The power of the
horny space pink leopard was too much for the boy to constrain. The space
feline reverted back to its wild state. Its fluffy, pink cat penis stood erect
and ready to penetrate any hole. The pink space leopard roared, snapping the leash
in two.
The creature jumped
upon the royal bed and tackled the space slave-girl. It immediately found
Grenade’s open pussy. After a quick sniff, the pink space leopard rammed its
kitty cock into slave-girl’s slutty womb.
Grenade moaned in
heavenly delight. This bout of bestial lechery seemed to be having the intended
affect. Grenade’s body rolled in waves of desire and pleasure.
King Zemanshãh
worried that this may not be enough to make his whore-mistress cum. The King
saw from the corner of his eye that the boy servant was waiting near the door
and the young lad appeared to have formed a healthy-looking erection.
The King called the
servant over. He pulled out the boy’s cock, flicked it a few times to make sure
that was of sufficient turgidity, and commanded that he bugger the pink space
leopard. The boy did as was ordered and mounted the tomcat leopard from behind.
The pink space
leopard growled in delight and pummeled Grenade’s dripping pussy with greater furiousness.
The bestial
threesome soon became violent. The pink space leopard’s cock had expanded and
was now fully stuck within the walls of Grenade’s cunt, so that every thrust of
the ravenous tomcat caused the slave-girl’s body to move with it. The pink
space leopard clawed at Grenade’s chest, tearing apart her smallish tits. The
blood of the Himfeltalt girl spattered about the royal bed, covering the space
leopard, the servant boy, and the King in good measure.
Such as the pink space
leopard was about to fire its load of kitty semen inside the slave-girl’s
sweaty cunt, Grenade let out a horrendous scream of infinit pleasure.
The pink space
leopard unloaded its hot and humid cat cum inside the King’s mistress at the
same time that the boy servant injected a stream of plebian seed into the space
leopard’s furry ass-flower. The King, also aroused to an unusually high degree,
ran up to his sex slave-girl and projected a few drops of decrepit semen from
his own erection onto Grenade’s contorted face.
The pink space
leopard fell dead to its own bestial orgasm, its cock still stuck in Grenade’s
twat. The King had the boy servant pull away the dead cat and exit the room.
Grenade slowly
opened her eyes and smiled at King Zemanshãh.
Looking through the
mess of blood and semen covering her vision, she said to the King:
“O my lord, now
that I have had a rich orgasm, arise and conceal thyself in a closet, that I
may show thee my brother and my mother and my family without their seeing thee;
for I desire to bring them through a temporal portal from the Void, and thou
shalt see in this place, at this time, a wonder, and shalt marvel at the
various shapes and strange forms that Lord Rahh hath created.”
King Zemanshãh
arose immediately. He placed his royal penis back in his trousers and rushed to
the nearest closest, leaving a crack open to see what was to transpire.
Grenade mumbled
some Himfeltalt space magic spells.
Slowly a humanoid
figure began to take shape next to Grenade on the bed. Like the space
slave-girl, the male figure had dark-red skin and long flowing gray hair. He
was tall and thin and almost looked like a perfect identical twin of Grenade.
The King surmised that this was her older brother Hâles.
The male figure
recited some verses of ancient Himfeltalt when he recognized his sister:
The
moon’s vagina becometh perfect once in each month; but the loveliness of thy
twat is perfect every day.
Its
abode is in the jizz of one sign at a time; but thine abode is in all jizz at
once.
After this, six
more humanoid figures took shape on the King’s bed. All were female, all were
of a dark-red shade. The oldest of the women was grizzly-haired. The five
younger females were similar in appearance to Grenade. They all embraced the
space slave-girl in joy and in doing so were covered with the yet-to-dry
leopard and humanoid semen and blood covering Grenade’s naked body.
The grandmotherly
woman spoke, “O Grenade, how is it that thou leavest us for four years from the
Void, and we know not the place in which thou art? By Lord Rahh, we had no
delight in food nor in drink a single day, neither did we delight in fellatio
nor clitoral play, weeping night and day on account of the excess of our
longing to see thee.”
Tears quickly came
to the eyes of Grenade. She kissed the hands of her mother. She begged for
forgiveness from all those people on the bed: her mother, her brother, and her
five younger sisters. They wanted to know how and why she had strayed so far
from the Void that lies between the twin star systems of Himfeltalt.
Grenade explained:
“Know ye, that when
I quitted you, and came forth from the Void, I sat upon the docks of a deep
space station, and a man from Xizân took me, and sold me to a Chemiazian space merchant,
and the merchant brought me to this city of Balasmar on the planet of Baxium,
and sold me to its king for ten thousand crystal bars of galactic money. Then
he treated me with attention, and forsook all his favorites for my sake, and
was diverted by his regard for me from everything that he possessed and what
was in his palace city.”
Grenade’s brother Hâles
responded immediately, “Praise be to Lord Rahh who hath reunited us! But it is
my desire, O my sister, that thou wouldst arise and go with us to our country
in Himfeltalt and our family in the Void.”
King Zemanshãh was
startled to hear the brother of Grenade.
The King worried
that his slutty mistress might do as Hâles commanded and leave him forever. He
could not imagine what he would do if Grenade, who was still with humanoid child,
were to leave him now.
Grenade smiled at Hâles
as if he were a child. She said:
“By Lord Rahh, O my
brother, the astronaut who purchased me is the king of this city, and he is a
great king, and a man of wisdom, generous, of the utmost libertinage. He hath
treated me with honor and played my pussy like a space flute, and he is a
person of kindness, and of great wealth, but hath no male child nor a female.
He hath shewn me favor too, and acted well to me in every respect; and from the
day when I came to him to the present time, I have not heard from him a word to
grieve my heart; but he hath not ceased to treat me with anal courtesy, and I
am living with him in the most perfect of lust-filled enjoyments.
“Moreover, if I
quitted him, my king would perish: for he can never endure my separation even
for a single hour. I also, if I quitted him, should die of my physical desire
for him in consequence of his kindness to me during the period of my residence
with him; for if my father were living, my condition with him would not be like
my condition with this great, glorious king. Forget not that thou never were
able to please my erogenous zones, O brother.
“Lord Rahh, whose Butthole
be exalted, afflicted me not, but compensated me well; and as the King hath not
a male child nor a female, I begged Lord Rahh to bless me with a humanoid son or
hermaphrodite that may inherit of this great King these palaces and possessions
by way of a stout and princely space cock.”
All the relations
of Grenade took turns embracing her nude body after she made this speech. All
felt some bit of joy as they looked upon their naked kin.
The mother said, “O
Grenade, thou art acquainted with our affection for thee, and thou art assured
that thou art the dearest of all persons to us, and art certain that we desire
for thee comfort, without trouble or toil. Therefore if thou be not in a state
of comfort, arise and accompany us to our space home at Himfeltalt country and
our family of the Void; but if thou be comfortable here, in honor and happiness,
this is our desire and wish.”
“By Lord Rahh,” replied
Grenade, “I am in a state of the utmost enjoyment, in honor and desirable
happiness. Often doth my genitalia drip in pleasure here.”
The mother then
placed her hand over the cunt of her daughter and asked if she would like to be
pleased now on the bed. The visitors from Void all agreed that it had been a
long time since they had played at a round of incest with their favorite female
Grenade.
Grenade looked down
at her chest, which was still caked in blood and semen.
“This I should
enjoy more than anything,” responded Grenade. “But, firstly, let us dine,
mother. Thou must try some of this fantastic Paressiian wine!”
Grenade gave orders
to the other female slaves to bring them a space feast of all kinds. She even
went into the royal kitchen to make sure that the food was properly made. When
the meal was ready it was brought to Grenade and her family from the Void. They
ate heartily.
After the
galactic-sized feast, Grenade’s brother Hâles lamented:
“O Grenade, thy space
master is a humanoid who is a stranger to us, and we have entered his abode
without his permission, and thou praisest to us his excellence, and hast also
brought to us his food, and we have eaten, but have not seen him or his stately
penis, nor hath he seen us or our naked bodies, nor come into our presence, nor
eaten with us, nor even fingered one of our assholes, that the bond of bread
and salt and ass-juice might be established between us.”
The other visitors
from the Himfeltalt also expressed their displeasure of not having met
Grenade’s lover yet.
Grenade arose from
the feast and went to the space where King Zemanshãh was hiding in the closet.
She said to him:
“O my twat-sucking master,
didst thou see, and didst thou hear my thanks to thee, and my praise of thee in
the presence of my family; and didst thou hear what they said to me, that they
desired to take me with them to our family and our home in Himfeltalt amidst
the Void?”
The King answered his
space slut: “I heard and saw. May Lord Rahh recompense thee! By His Butthole, I
knew not the extent of the love that thou feelest for me until this blessed
hour.”
Grenade replied: “O
my tit-biting master, is the recompense of beneficence aught but beneficence?
How then could my heart be happy to quit thee and thy cock, and to depart from
thee? Now I desire of thy goodness that thou come and salute my family, that
they may see thee, and that pleasure and mutual friendship may ensue.
“For know, O King,
that my brother Hâles and my mother and the daughters have conceived a great
love for thee in consequence of my praising thee to them, and they have said, ‘We
will not depart from thee to our country until we have an interview with the
king, and salute him in some way dictated by the ancient arts of Lust.’”
King Zemanshãh
responded, “I hear and obey; for this is what I desire.”
The King made his
way to their table and feasted with them.
They all got along
splendidly and King Zemanshãh asked if Grenade’s family members would not spend
a little more time with them before they returned to Himfeltalt. Hâles and the
mother agreed so that for a period of thirty days they stayed at King Zemanshãh’s
place at Balasmar on planet Baxium. The King also insisted that they share the
same bed as he and his slut slave-girl Grenade. At first they demurred, but Hâles
finally broke down when he finally saw the King’s imperial penis.
For thirty days and
nights, King Zemanshãh made Grenade and her brother, mother, and five sisters
perform lustful acts of depravity in praise of Lord Rahh.
King Zemanshãh’s
favorite activity was to lay all of Grenade’s family on his royal space bed
naked. With their asses in the air, the King would slowly teabag their
backsides, sliding his elderly scrotum from the backs of their ankles to the
napes of their necks. Because King Zemanshãh was feeble, he would often ask for
Grenade’s hand to help guide him around the bed. The King would not be aroused
at this point, but would simply be working up to an erection. Whilst his sweaty
balls was sliding over Hâles’ or Grenade’s mother’s back, the King would
normally also be fingering the youngest of Grenade’s sisters.
Naturally during
this nightly ritual, Sir Novnov his chief minister would make an appearance at
about this time. His main ceremonial role was to abuse Grenade. Though the King
had not yet officially made his sex slave-girl Grendae his Queen, he intended
to in the future. Thus, King Zemanshãh was able to affect an enjoyment not
unlike seeing one’s fiancée cuckolded in front of one’s eyes. Indeed, the King
would order Novnov to remove his pathetic penis and penetrate the unhappy space
slut. Often Grenade would cry, worrying about the child in her womb, so
forcefully would Novnov beat his tiny cock into her. Yet before any real damage
could happen to King Zemanshãh’s unborn heir, the King would jump down from his
bed, kicking a few of Grenade’s sisters in their in vaginas, and violently tear
his chief minister Novnov off from his soon-to-be Queen.
At this juncture,
King Zemanshãh would be fully erect. The king would then smash his imperial
johnson into the ass of Sir Novnov. His chief minister would then begin weeping
in pain, whilst the King invited Grenade to strike at the face of Novnov as a
small form of revenge.
King Zemanshãh,
refusing to waste his seed, would then jump off the wailing chief minister, run
back toward his bed, and immediacy penetrate one of Grenade’s sisters or her
mother. He would then normally faint in exhaustion, his cock still nestled sublimely
into one of Grenade’s female kin. Occasionally, Hâles would then attempt to
rape his sister, but normally Grenade would fight him back since she knew his
ability to bring her to orgasm was an impossibility. Instead, Grenade would
invite her elderly mother or sisters to rub her labia.
These diversions of
lustful reverence toward Lord Rahh, peace be upon His Butthole, lasted for an
entire month.
After this
Grenade’s family returned to the twin star systems of Himfeltalt, vanishing
back into the singular Void from whence they came.
Soon, King Zemanshãh’s
sex slave-girl gave birth to a boy. Because the humanoid child was the King’s
firstborn, he experienced a level of happiness hitherto unknown to him. Quickly
he had Grenade’s space rank raised to that of Queen of the Paresii Empire and
Its Thirty-Eight Star Systems of Lust and Wine.
After the seventh
day of the birth of the new little Paresian prince, Grenade’s mother, brother,
and younger sisters came to visit.
King Zemanshãh went
to greet them as the family from the Void alighted from their interstellar
scrambikes, saying, “I said that I would not name my space son until ye should
come, and that ye should name him according to your knowledge.”
Queen Grenade’s
family were delighted that they could name the child. They chose the name of Koőol
Ķhåra, which meant “Eater of Shit” in the ancient star tongue in honor of Lord
Rahh’s love of lusty scatology.
The Queen’s brother
Hâles enjoyed taking the little space tyke with him when walking about King Zemanshãh’s
celestial palace. One day Hâles insisted on taking Koőol Ķhåra back into the
Void between the twin stars of Himfeltalt. Without the King’s permission,
Grenade’s brother murmured a few verses of ancient Himfeltalt space magic
thereby conjuring up a direct interstellar worm hole through space and time. Hâles
slipped into the void with baby Koőol Ķhåra.
When the King
learnt of this crime he despaired. The old space satyr began to weep and wail
like one of his intergalactic catamites that he kept locked up for parties.
The slutty Queen
raced up to him and tried to comfort the King:
“O ass-fucking King
of the age, fear not nor grieve for thy son, whom thou wisely allowed to be
named ‘Eater of Shit’; for I love my humanoid child more than thou, and my
child is with my brother; therefore fear not his being suffocated in the Void.
If my brother knew that any injury would betide the little one, he had not done
what he hath done; and presently he will bring thee thy son safe, if it be the
will of Lord Rahh, whose Butt Hole be exalted!”
A short time later
a black, flat disk of emptiness appeared at the front of the King’s palace.
From the time-bending portal appeared Hâles, holding Koőol Ķhåra in his arms.
Hâles laughed when
he espied the King’s face contorted in marked displeasure.
He said to King Zemanshãh,
“Perhaps thou fearedst some injury to thy son Koőol Ķhåra when I descended into
the Void, having him with me.”
“Yes, O my dildo-rimming
master, I feared for him, and I did not imagine that he would ever come forth
from it safe,” admitted the King.
“O lusty King of
the Paresii Empire, we applied to his eyes a spermicide lotion that we know,
and repeated over him the names engraved upon the seal of Profit Élouraz; for when a child is born among
us, we do to him as I have told thee. Fear not therefore, on account of any suffocation
in the Void. Like as ye bugger upon the land, we bugger in the Void.”
Hâles then placed
the child in front of him on the ground: “I shall show thee the power of this
lotion.”
Grenade’s elder
brother dropped his space trousers down to his ankles. He displayed his
spritely cock to all viewers without embarrassment. Hâles proceeded to wank his
penis into a bold erection over the head of young Koőol Ķhåra. The child looked
upon his uncle’s dangling junk as if it were a colorful mobile hanging over a
cradle. Koőol Ķhåra cooed and giggled until Hâles ejaculated a sour-looking
nutsack of cum over the baby’s face.
Hâles had been
correct, for when the semen hit the widened eyes of little Koőol Ķhåra, the
special spermicide lotion had shielded the King’s son from what surely would have
been a terrible bout of pinkeye libertinage.
Queen Grenade, like
her husband, had been watching her brother keenly. At the sight of her newborn
baby doused in his uncle’s yellow semen, Grenade ran down to where the child
lay in front of Hâles. She shouted for Hâles to step back.
The Queen then got
down on all fours like a pink space leopard and licked the sticky substance off
her child’s face. She had barely cleaned Koőol Ķhåra’s face of her brother’s
cum before King Zemanshãh knew that he too must have a taste of his
brother’s-in-law cock-juice. Thus both mother and father proceed to tongue
young Koőol Ķhåra’s upper half until every drip and drop of yellowish avuncular
semen was collected.
As for the
disturbed uncle himself, Hâles maneuvered toward the backside of his sister the
Queen and lifted her space skirt. He fondled at the Queen’s anal-flower and
stroked his cock anew. A pageboy was nearby and was called thither. Hâles
punched the young slave child thrice in the scrotum until the pageboy’s nether
regions awakened to pleasures before his eyes. King Zemanshãh’s looked up from
the cum fest on his newborn’s face and nodded that it was okay for the pageboy
to penetrate his slut wife’s bunghole.
Queen Grenade was
most delighted by the random sex organ now projected into her buttocks. She
assumed that it was her brother’s, for not even Hâles would dare touch her primiparous
labia. Hâles only ever sodomized his sisters. If he had played with her soggy
cunt, she would have murdered him on the spot since his ability to bring her to
orgasm was legendarily pathetic. Grenade looked around and saw that it was,
indeed, only a random slave pageboy who was fucking her in her butt. She
groaned in intense pleasure. Grenade reminisced of her first time to have a
stately cock thrust into her backside. She had been barely four years of age,
living with her family in the Void between the twin stars of Himfeltalt. An old
lecher at the local community’s alter to Lord Rahh had accosted her when no one
was looking. Because of the young age, she barely remembered anything—only the
satisfying mix of pleasure and pain and lustful revenge. Her family, after the
deed had been done, found her lying unconscious, her child’s ass in the air,
full of cloudy semen and rectal blood; they assumed that Grenade’s stolen anal
virginity had been at the hand of some intergalactic angle of Lord Rahh. In
loving submission to His Glorious and His Infinite Bunghole, they had
sacrificed a Xizân sex slave midget upon the alter to Lord Rahh that faithful
day.
At the thought of
death, the Queen whispered to her King that she wished to see some space blood.
King Zemanshãh agreed.
The King quit his
cum-licking, stood up, pulled out his pleasure saber, and beat in the head of
the space pageboy right at the moment that the lad was shooting his load into
the backside of Queen Grenade. The boy wailed like a pink space leopard being
circumcised. His life-force expired as he came.
Thus, was the
newborn son Koőol Ķhåra showered in both his uncle’s seminal fluid and a male
slave’s blood on his seventh day as proscribed by the ancient rites of Paressiian
royalty in this quadrant of the Triangulum Galaxy.
The King, Queen, and family members of the Void feasted grandly later
that evening.
During the meal, Hâles
produced from his asshole a basket of gifts that he had been saving to give the
King when the moment was right. Hâles said to King Zemanshãh:
“O labia-murdering King of the age, these jewels and space jacinths of
rock hard feces are a present from me unto thee; for we never brought thee a
present, because we knew not the place of Grenade’s abode the last time we visited and made
anal love. So when we saw thee to have become united to her, and that we all
had become one, we brought thee this present; and after every period of a few
days, we will bring thee the like of it. For these jewels and space jacinths of
crystalized shit with us are more plentiful than the stars in the sky, and we
know the excellent among them, and the bad, and the places where they are
found, and they are easy of access to us. Thus is the greatness of the Void at
Himfeltalt. Thus is the greatness of a well-oiled linga.”
King Zemanshãh was
bewildered with joy. He shouted, “By Lord Rahh, one of these jewels is
worth my space kingdom of thirty-eights suns!”
The King turned to his minx Queen and said, “I am abashed at thy
brother; for he hath shown favor to me, and presented me with this magnificent
present, which the humanoids of my Paresii Empire would fail to procure.”
The Queen thanked her naughty brother on the King’s behalf.
Hâles would not let
the King have the last word:
“O smegma-slurping King, to thank thee hath been incumbent on us; for
thou hast treated my slutty sister with beneficence, and we have entered thine
abode in the stats, and eaten of thy provision.”
Hâles continued
after a pause:
“If we stood serving thee, O quif-smelling King of the age, a zillion
years, regarding nothing else, we could not requite thee, and our doing so
would be but a small thing in comparison with thy glorious space empire of lust
and wine.”
The Queen’s brother then removed his pants and inquired if the King had
a pair of assless space chaps to wear. Hâles
wished to go for a ride on his scrambike and charm the local humanoids on the
King’s capital planet of Baxium
with his naked rump.
The King agreed,
but only on the condition that Hâles and the rest of Grenade’s family from the
Void at Himfeltalt also wear assless space chaps for the rest of their visit at
the King’s palace at Balasmar.
After forty days and nights of incent, sadism, necrophilia, pederasty,
onanism, buggery, coprophagia, and honest bedtime rape, Hâles arose from one of their breakfast meals and kissed the
ragged foreskin of King Zemanshãh.
The King blushed as
he was wont to do in such moments.
“What dost thou desire, O Hâles,
cunt-fingering brother of my fornicating slut Queen?” asked the King.
Hâles blushed in
turn and said:
“O rectal-reaping King of the age, we desire of thy goodness that thou wouldst
give us permission to depart; for we have become desirous of seeing again our
family and our country and our relations and our homes in the Void at
Himfeltalt. We will not, however, relinquish the service of thee, nor that of
my sister Grenade nor
the son of my sister Koőol
Ķhåra; and by Lord Rahh, to quit you is neither pleasant to my heart nor
my ball sack; but how can we act, when we have been reared in the Void, and this
strange planet of Baxium is not agreeable to our every sexual fantasy? Surely
thou knoweth we prefer to fuck in zero gravity like in the Void?”
King Zemanshãh rose
from his seat at the breakfast table and pushed Hâles away from his imperial
junk. He then called over the Queen’s mother so that she may munch on his
flaccid penis for some time.
The King ruminated
on what his slut wife’s brother had said. In the end he decided it was best if
his in-laws left. Forsooth, making violent love in zero gravity must be a grand
endeavor. He must, alas, allow them to return to the Void in between the twin
star systems of Himfelt.
Grenade’s family
were pleased at King Zemanshãh’s decision to allow them to leave.
They said to the
King, “We will never relinquish you, but after every period of a few days we
will visit you from the Void and please your cunning cock in whatever way you
wish.”
Hâles, the mother,
and Grenade’s firm-bodied little sisters soon departed.
The child Koőol Ķhåra
grew up well loved and often fondled. The little prince’s uncle and many aunts
visited often and taught the space tyke all types of unusual sexual appetites.
In all subjects of the Paressii Empire, the young Koőol Ķhåra excelled.
On King Zemanshãh’s
eight-hundred and twentieth birthday, he summoned his chief advisor Sir Novnov
to consult on the topic of who would surmount the celestial imperial throne after
the King’s death. Sir Novnov, holding the King’s balls in his hands, promised
that he would see to it that Koőol Ķhåra would take the throne after the
current King’s death.
King Zemanshãh
decided it was better to quit the throne now whilst he was still alive. So the
next day Koőol Ķhåra became the imperial king of all thirty-eight solar systems
of the Paresii Empire.
In reverence to
Lord Rahh, Koőol Ķhåra decided it was better to have his father Zemanshãh
murdered in some sadistic way. He spoke to his mother Grenade and it was
decided that Koőol Ķhåra’s first act of space kingship should be to have his
father’s cock sawed off, deposited in the satyr’s mouth, and left to bleed to
death in front of the palace at Balasmar on planet Baxium.
With the patricide
complete and King Koőol Ķhåra and his mother watching the decomposing figure of
the late King being picked to pieces by space pink leopards at the gates of
their palace, King Koőol Ķhåra turned to his mother and smiled.
The new King placed
his hand up his mother’s space skirt. Upon her son’s touch she smiled back at
the new King of the Paressii Empire. They pleasured each other there
upon the balcony of the palace in front of the naked universe and their deity
Lord Rahh!
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Wonderful, sexy, incest-loving, intergalactic-buggering humanoids of Earth...
...I love you all!
-Virginia de Sade
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