Cyborg Cum Lust Galaxies 1

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

*especially those of you with big black beefy penises

The Infinity Linga 2

The Infinity Linga, Part 2

This is an except from the second installment in this story in the Erotic Sci-Fi Tales of Yore series.

One day, when Rahh-thar and Xøren were out hunting, and Eirissi remained home by herself, composing Lü poetry as was her wont, an old woman came to the gate of their home and desired to use their outdoor shrine to say her prayers to Lord Rahh as it was the hour for worship.

The servants went to ask the permission of Eirissi but were startled to find her not at poetry but working away at a soulful, womanly onanism with her pleasure saber.  Though being used to seeing her and her brothers at such play, the servants knew they should not interrupt.  Eirissi espied them anyway and commanded that they let the woman tramp worship at their garden alter.

She instructed the servants thus, “The great deity, our Lord Rahh, wishes no greater sacrifice to his black hole, then that of sapphism. I shall join the old woman at our temple outside.”

Eirissi’s clitoris dripped with lust and erotic perspiration at the thought of this uninvited guest.  She hoped that the old woman would be horrendous-looking, wrinkled, rickety, and deformed in her old age.  Eirissi had tired of pleasuring her demanding brothers and had bored of seducing the servants of the house.

She saw the old woman prostrated before the family’s alter to Lord Rahh in the garden and placed herself between the tritium idol and the tramp.  Opening her legs and leaning her back against the ground, face tilted away from the woman and cunt facing her, Eirissi ordered the tramp, “Display thy tongue in service, sacrifice, and merit of our darkest most supreme god, Lord Rahh, and lick my cunt till she bleed with pleasure.”

In perfect equanimity, the old woman fell upon the gapping twat and worked Eirissi into a state of ecstatic nirvana at the feet of the idol Lord Rahh.

The sun shone brightly upon their reverence to the deity of the universe’s black hole.  The servants, hiding around the fence of the garden caught the eye of the princess, who smiled at them to join.  The boy servant proceeded to fondle the old woman’s nether regions before ramming his member between her loose labia.  The girl servant devoted her tongue to the pink areole of Eirissi as the old woman tickled the girl’s spring-like pubic hairs.

The boy servant came in the old woman and fell to the side before falling asleep.  The women laughed at the pathetic nature of the race of space men and enjoyed themselves in tripartite lesbian embrace for another half hour.

They went indoors to one of the house’s many pillowed rooms, the silver-eyed princess lounging in one corner, whilst the old woman settled herself in another.

Eirissi looked toward the devout woman and said to her, “My good mother, come near and sit down by me. I am overjoyed at the happiness of having the opportunity of profiting for some moments by the example and conversation of such a person as you, who have taken the right way by dedicating yourself to the service of Lord Rahh. I wish everyone were as wise.”

The devout woman would not sit on sofa, but only next to one.  Eirissi would not let her act like this and took her hand, having the visitor sit next to herself.

The old woman spoke: “Madam, I ought not to have so much respect shown me; but since you command, and are mistress of your own house, I will obey you.”

One of the servants brought in a golden rosé tray, full of cakes and treats and fruits picked from all across the galaxy.

The princess Eirissi took one of cakes and presented it to the old woman, saying, “Eat, good mother, and make choice of what you like best; you had need to eat after coming so far.”

“Madam,” replied the vaster, “I am not used to eat such delicacies, but will not refuse what Lord Rahh has sent me by so liberal a hand as yours.”

Whilst the devout woman ate, Eirissi asked her many questions about the exercise of devotion she practiced to Lord Rahh and how she lived.  Eirissi quickly learnt that the woman had been a lust maiden of a famous fifth-dimensional temple outside the Lücrezian Empire in the two star systems of Himfeltalt.  Now, in advanced age, she was something of a nun, but one who was still active in the ancient space magic so well known in Himfeltalt yet so little practiced, or understood, outside of that quadrant.

“Madam,” answered the old pleasure nun, “I must certainly have very bad taste to disapprove of anything in this, since it is beautiful, regular, and magnificently furnished with exactness and judgment, and all its ornaments adjusted in the best manner. Its situation is an agreeable spot, and no garden can be more delightful; but yet, if you will give me leave to speak my mind freely, I will take the liberty to tell you that this house would be incomparable if it had three things which are wanting to complete it.”

“My good mother,” replied the young Eirissi, “what are those? I entreat you to tell me what they are; I shall spare nothing to get them.”

“Madam,” answered the woman, “the first of these three things is the Infinity Linga, so singular a creature, that it draws round it all the exotic feelings and desires of the neighborhood which come to accompany its erection. The second is the Murmuring Yoni, the pubes of which are so many mouths which form a harmonious concert of different voices and never cease. The third is the Golden Water, a single drop of which being poured into a vessel properly prepared, it increases so as to fill it immediately, and rises up in the middle like a fountain, which continually plays, and yet the basin never overflows... [read more]

Love you as always! 

-Virginia de Sade

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