imagined that her increased dismissal of his presence would be welcome but after a while it had worn thin. Even though he had been out of bipene training for more than a little while, his inbred desire to please his queen was still there, buried deep inside, quintessential to his behaviour.
Whilst Uno showered, Junart rolled back the deep purple, velvet eiderdown, revealing black silk sheets underneath, and spread a single red drista, a rose-like stem found only on their planet, upon her pillow. He undressed, laid his clothes tidily on the chair as she decreed, and ran his fingers through the tight grey curls of his hair and chest. When Uno appeared, he lay prone, with a half-tight erection, like one of the Greek statues in their garden. She passed him by without a word, her sheer cerise gown flowing loosely.
“My Queen, how may I please you?”
“For goodness sake, I’ve only just showered. Your timing has not improved over the years, Junart.”
“Uno, please,” he cooed in his softest voice, “I still live to please you.”
As she clipped on a pair of large onyx earrings, Uno caught a glimpse of him in the dressing mirror and tutted, “Get your clothes on.”
“You’re not happy. It is my job to please you. Lancart won’t be here for a long time yet. Wouldn’t it feel better to take me in hand?”
Uno noticed that his body, even for an ageing man, remained taut. He still had his six pack and a nipped in waist.
“I’ve got some p-wraps.”
Uno could barely resist and he knew it. She licked her lips, immune to their personal poison. Junart was toying with something which had been banned from their planet for its potency and disruptive influence. Rumour existed that once upon a time a bipene put a p-wrap on both his members which caused him to go insane. Juice from the atchir fruit, when compressed into a soya based gelatine is made into a p-wrap, now sold only on the black market. Before sex, the wrap is put onto the penis which melts and moulds, releasing the atchir juices, causing delicious warm tingles and an intoxicating scent which stimulates all the sexual senses, making orgasms last longer and become much stronger. In their youth, they had often toyed with p-wraps and, just seeing it there, purple in his hands, made Uno feel younger.
Interested for once, she went to him on the bed, took the wrap and wound it around his waiting penis like malleable plastercine. As it warmed to his skin, they both felt the tingles and the release of the mouth watering aroma. As though drugged, their eyelids became heavy and their breathing deepened. Junart kissed his queen gently upon her cheeks and neck until she recoiled into the soft mound of folded eiderdown, her thin legs wide apart, allowing Junart to slip inside without any of the usual rule giving.
Uno rose to meet him, feeling closer to him than she had done for some time, wanting that deep heat inside her, feeling the atchir juice tingle inside her, running and flowing with the throbbing of his penis.
Junart spent the entire time making Uno feel special. He moved slowly and ground against her gently at first, knowing when she was ready for more. Uno actually began to sweat this time and wrapped her legs tightly around him. Only when Junart felt his queen orgasm did he dare release himself. For a moment, they lay together and he thought, though he was not sure, that she was smiling.
Chapter Fifteen
Brandana’s Battle
Taking the battle directly to the Ratt Pirates, Hans and Brandana had been spending some miserable, dangerous times deep in the hot, stony heart of war torn Populus, capital city of Jendo. Even early in the mornings, the planet was hot, the stone soaking up the solar rays and baking the streets and buildings.
There were plenty of seedy bars in Populus and in one of these, they had gleaned some juicy information. A group of high ranking Ratt Pirates were to meet, early that day, in the old command
Whilst Uno showered, Junart rolled back the deep purple, velvet eiderdown, revealing black silk sheets underneath, and spread a single red drista, a rose-like stem found only on their planet, upon her pillow. He undressed, laid his clothes tidily on the chair as she decreed, and ran his fingers through the tight grey curls of his hair and chest. When Uno appeared, he lay prone, with a half-tight erection, like one of the Greek statues in their garden. She passed him by without a word, her sheer cerise gown flowing loosely.
“My Queen, how may I please you?”
“For goodness sake, I’ve only just showered. Your timing has not improved over the years, Junart.”
“Uno, please,” he cooed in his softest voice, “I still live to please you.”
As she clipped on a pair of large onyx earrings, Uno caught a glimpse of him in the dressing mirror and tutted, “Get your clothes on.”
“You’re not happy. It is my job to please you. Lancart won’t be here for a long time yet. Wouldn’t it feel better to take me in hand?”
Uno noticed that his body, even for an ageing man, remained taut. He still had his six pack and a nipped in waist.
“I’ve got some p-wraps.”
Uno could barely resist and he knew it. She licked her lips, immune to their personal poison. Junart was toying with something which had been banned from their planet for its potency and disruptive influence. Rumour existed that once upon a time a bipene put a p-wrap on both his members which caused him to go insane. Juice from the atchir fruit, when compressed into a soya based gelatine is made into a p-wrap, now sold only on the black market. Before sex, the wrap is put onto the penis which melts and moulds, releasing the atchir juices, causing delicious warm tingles and an intoxicating scent which stimulates all the sexual senses, making orgasms last longer and become much stronger. In their youth, they had often toyed with p-wraps and, just seeing it there, purple in his hands, made Uno feel younger.
Interested for once, she went to him on the bed, took the wrap and wound it around his waiting penis like malleable plastercine. As it warmed to his skin, they both felt the tingles and the release of the mouth watering aroma. As though drugged, their eyelids became heavy and their breathing deepened. Junart kissed his queen gently upon her cheeks and neck until she recoiled into the soft mound of folded eiderdown, her thin legs wide apart, allowing Junart to slip inside without any of the usual rule giving.
Uno rose to meet him, feeling closer to him than she had done for some time, wanting that deep heat inside her, feeling the atchir juice tingle inside her, running and flowing with the throbbing of his penis.
Junart spent the entire time making Uno feel special. He moved slowly and ground against her gently at first, knowing when she was ready for more. Uno actually began to sweat this time and wrapped her legs tightly around him. Only when Junart felt his queen orgasm did he dare release himself. For a moment, they lay together and he thought, though he was not sure, that she was smiling.
Chapter Fifteen
Brandana’s Battle
Taking the battle directly to the Ratt Pirates, Hans and Brandana had been spending some miserable, dangerous times deep in the hot, stony heart of war torn Populus, capital city of Jendo. Even early in the mornings, the planet was hot, the stone soaking up the solar rays and baking the streets and buildings.
There were plenty of seedy bars in Populus and in one of these, they had gleaned some juicy information. A group of high ranking Ratt Pirates were to meet, early that day, in the old command
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