Ponkert's temper had cooled to cold determination during the two weeks it had taken to plod along on foot to arrive within the fortified walls of the city-state Lindakar. While the city rivalled Hort in size, its streets were littered with trash and the people didn't display the joviality of Hortians. However, they were friendly enough to explain to an ignorant stranger with certain pride that their ruler, Rololf, had managed to capture the daughter of their most feared enemy-Tomar.
That same enemy's wisdom in giving Ponkert a small pouch of silver, had allowed the Earthman to cross enough palms to find out the exact location of Elf within Rololf's palace. The remainder of his week's stay within Lindakar had been spent plotting his rescue of the red-headed Hortian princess.
It was a good plan. A damn good one. However, it had one major fault, he had to admit. It just didn't work. The four Lindakarian palace guards who surrounded him, their long curved scimitars drawn and held in quite menacing positions, was all the evidence he needed of that.
"I say we should just skewer him now," one of the burly black guards grunted.
"No! As delightful as his death agonies might be, we have orders that all would-be assassins are to be taken before the queen for sentencing in Rololf's absence," an even more burly and higher ranking guard answered.
Ponkert winced as a sharp point bit into his back, "Move!" a voice behind his ordered. He did just that, following two of the guards who positioned themselves before him.
As they marched through the echoing halls of the palace, the Earthman doubted his decision to leave his laser pistol behind at the inn. But then on the other hand, if one of these oafs had gotten their mitts on it, the results would have been disastrous.
He silently cursed himself for not taking more time to lay his plans, but it did no good. There was no way for him to know that as he strolled through the palace garden toward the high-rising tower where Elf was held that he would step smack-dab in the middle of the back of a palace guard taking a rest break with a scullery maid. To say the least, the man's startled cries brought the rest of the guards running.
"Wait here, pig!" one of his rather unfriendly companions ordered, halting the group outside two golden doors.
The guard entered and returned a few moments later ordering him inside.
The Earthman's darting eyes took only a few seconds to confirm the fact that he was being brought before the queen. And by the looks of the pastel draperies and somewhat suggestive marble statues that lined the walls of the expansive room, his audience was to be in her bed chambers-which is where any good queen should be in the middle of the night.
Somewhere before him, he heard a very feminine chuckle. He strained to see around the broad backs of his captors, but was unsuccessful. His ears strained to hear the whispering that followed the soft laughter and managed to pick up "Thank you… alright… my agent testing the defences of… yes… sure I'll be… "
He twisted from side to side in amazement as his surrounding guards suddenly turned and left him standing alone in the room. His unbelieving eyes strained over his shoulder as the armed men marched through the door and closed it behind them.
"Chadwick Ponkert the Third," the voice of the queen summoned his gaze back to front centre.
His eyes must have bulged an inch and his jaw dropped to the floor as he focussed on the woman in white robes before him. "J-Jan!"
In a very familiar bouncy little trot, the woman ran forward and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him with the tight squeezing embrace of old friends-very close old friends!
Chad, I thought I'd never see you again!" she cried, setting off warm tinglings within him. His own arms slipped around her waist.
By the time a flood of warm, wet kisses subsided and they parted slightly, he stared at her, still unbelieving, "Jan! Woman, I've been searching for you ever since my pod landed on this crazy planet. I just can't believe it! And a queen. Hell, wench, I've only managed to rise to the title of baron!"
Laughing, the very Earthy queen of Lindakar maneuvered him to a couch and poured wine from a silver flask into a silver goblet. Tears of happiness still welling in her eyes, she explained that Rololf had located her fallen, misguided escape pod, while on a hunting trip.
"It was love at first sight, if you can believe that, Chad," she explained. "He made me his queen during our first month together. He also made every attempt he could to locate you. I told him everything!
But my damn signal beam locator was smashed in the crash. The signal beacon worked and we turned it on in the hope that you were alive and would try to find me."
Briefly, he recounted the various adventures and misadventures that had occurred to him on his journey across the face of Keller. He very carefully explained every detail pertaining to Elf, her abduction and somewhat less than successful attempt at rescue.
"Rololf is a fair man," she said. "Although he is somewhat dominating … "
And just what you need and want, Ponkert thought, remembering Jan and his master-slave sex games on the now destructed Werewolf.
"… but Hort has been a rival of Lindakar's for centuries. I'll do my best when he returns from his hunt tomorrow, but I can't promise anything."
"However," she added, "I think I'll be able to swing it. Lindakar was a city on the edge of revolt when I first arrived. It's still in bad shape, but under my suggestion, Rololf removed every member of his council. Things are shaping up and the people are beginning to call him their king again. I think it would be hard for him to refuse. But there's a price… "
Ponkert's eyes jumped to hers. "A price?"
"Yes," she replied with determination.
"Okay, let's hear it," he grimaced as he realized his former co-pilot had him over a barrel.
"First, I know I'll never be able to stop you from your plans of setting up the matter transmitter and opening up Keller to Earth. But if you want my help, you'll have to agree to wait at least six months before you take any steps in finding the transmitter." She paused momentarily, her eyes searching his face for any traces of understanding. "Let's just say I like what I've found here and I don't want it changed. This place grows on you. Given six months, you just might become a Kellerian. It's a gamble I'm going to take."
For several minutes Ponkert pondered the request in his mind. All in all, he didn't find the prospect of six extra months on Keller all that unpleasant.
"I agree," he finally announced his decision. "But you said "first," what else do you want?"
Her big dark eyes looked at him with that cute innocence that he so well remembered from their numerous star voyages together. She stirred restlessly on the couch beside him.
"Rololf has been on his hunting trip for five days and nights," she began again. "He also left me to take care of state business during the day. At night, in this big bed chamber, I am alone-master."
The second part of her price hit him like an unexpected bombshell. There was no doubt as to what she had in mind. She wanted the same games they used to play aboard the Werewolf to while away the endless hours in spaceflight.
"Jan," he questioned, almost unbelievingly, "I've been nearly three weeks without a woman and the last part of your offer is quite enticing, as it always has been-but are you sure? I mean, you are a married woman now and a cuckolded husband, especially a royal one, is nothing a sane man wants to contend with."
She laughed, her dark eyes shining as bright as the light on her strands of black hair, "Chadwick Ponkert the Third, I dare you to accuse a queen of cheating on her husband. Wouldn't be cheating. After all, I did know you first and besides, it would be for old time's sake-master."
There was no arguing with logic like that. Not that he wanted to argue.
This was one ready-and-willing woman offering herself to one ready-and-willing man. He answered by gathering her in his arms and attempting to stab her tonsils with his probing tongue.
"Now, wench," he assumed the role she wanted of him when they parted.
"You may wear the robes of a queen, but I plan to prove you're still the bitch you always were."
Her eyes widened with anticipation and she trembled.
"Strip, bitch!" he ordered, snapping like a feudal ruler in a world of real feudal lords.
Immediately, she responded by standing and pulling the white folds of her robe over her head. He felt his testicles tighten with the familiar view of her very desirable body. The globes of her breasts shivered with submissive excitement. Quickly shedding his own clothes, he was fully prepared to begin to pay the second part of Jan's price.
Then she came to him, bouncing and swinging a lot of tit. Her hands attacked his cock, causing it to grow to a firm mast of flesh that pulsed with life. He groaned as a sudden vise-like grip squeezed his meaty shaft until every inch throbbed hot with pain-pleasure.
"It remembers little Jan," she teased, knowing damn well that he could never resist this sexually hungry woman.
She shivered and jerked a clenched fist up and down his extended hard rod. Her hand raced up and down, from the strained looking gorged glans to the hairy clump at the base of his cock. Simultaneously, her other hand tucked beneath his legs and tickled its way over his tightening scrotum, eventually finding his dangling, ball-filled sac. He groaned again as she cupped the tender bag and toyed with it. His testicles were moving around uneasily, but the sensation was building up pressure and his buttocks were drawing taut.
His own hands were engrossed in the jugs of enticing flesh that swayed on her chest. She grunted as he dug into their softness and molded them to the contours of his hands with a healthy squeeze. Her hand was moving with increasing energy over and around his thick cock. He kneaded and tugged her breasts as if they were mounds of creamy white dough rather than sensitive flesh. He tugged and tickled. She moaned a deep-throated desirous groan. He pulled and swung them. Her nipples fattened to dark taut mushrooms. His fingers found and fondled the erect buds. Then he pinched and rolled the hard flesh between his scissoring fingertips. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but she shivered and pulled at his pulsing organ. Reaching under the slightly pendulous tits, he pushed upward until the almost flaccid flesh slipped off his palms and slapped back at her chest. His manual administrations caused them to glow with a pink warmth.
"Now, my royal whore," he commanded. "Let's see if you remember how to give head. Eat it!"
In slavish submissiveness, she eased away from his fondling hands and dropped to her knees. Without any preliminary licking or nibbling, she opened her lips to form a gaping "O" and surrounded his cock with wet, warm mouth.
It was one abrupt delightful surprise sensation. He half-sighed, half-groaned under the oral caress she lavished on his prick. He watched her pouted lips inch forward over his length, working their way to the hilt of his penis. Tightening his ass, he eased forward into the damp, oral sheath, helping her with the task she had set about. Standing above the kneeling woman, he watched himself disappear into her face. His hands caressed her cheeks. The bludgeoning column stuffed her mouth, jerking and jumping. He delighted, as he felt his movements beneath her eager lips.
He could follow the swirling lashes of her tongue with his fingertips, not to mention the thrilling waves of pleasure her tongue ignited in his shaft. She slithered her oral digit around the thickness of his dick until he felt like a stick of dynamite.
Then he moved his pelvis back. His eyes followed the glistening length of his manliness emerge from her clinging lips. She sucked and licked, swallowing the drops of preseminal fluid that welled with crystal wetness from his lust-swollen glans. Without hesitating, he eased himself back into the tender harbor of her mouth. He wanted very much to fling his hips forward and rape those exquisitely working lips, but he didn't. He just glided into the sweet, caressing warmth. He was in control of the situation and knew it. Over and over he pumped in and out of the hungry orifice.
As she sucked and licked and nibbled, her hand slipped from his balls and wiggled its way up the dark crease of his ass. She found the puckered anal mouth and teased over its hardened nodes. When the tense opening relaxed, she drilled into his ass hole, burying her finger in his bowels. He grunted and jerked forward. His cock crammed roughly into her mouth. Its blood-gorged head banged into the back of her throat.
She groaned, but continued her oral ministrations without the smallest interruption. Her finger wiggled and tickled in the pressure-tight entrance of his ass. She felt hot and big in him. She twirled and plunged into the tender channel, imitating a penis with her finger. She was fucking him, while he fucked her face.
The thrilling sensations that filled him were indescribable. He groaned and shuddered with each invasion into his burning anus. He moaned and trembled as her lips and tongue swirled and sucked over the stiff length of his cock. His knees were fast turning to liquid. The pressure in his swelling balls was increasing to the breaking point. In her finger jabbed, raspy, and fiery, and in his prick rushed, burrowing into the warmth of her mouth.
With one last sharp stab into his ass hole, she slid her finger from him, then pulled her clutching lips off his prod. She twisted around and stuck two sleek, broad ass cheeks up for his inspection. They were the same creamy white as the rest of her body. And like her juggling tits, they quivered with the slightest movement of her body. Following the dark furrow of her ass downward, he saw the moist pink lips of her cunt glint up at him through the thick black bush covering her pussy.
"Take me from behind," she panted in a fully aroused voice. "Mount me like a stud mounts a mare!"
"No! Like a dog takes a bitch," he answered, grinning as her bottom trembled.
He lowered himself behind the small woman, his hands grabbing the shivery ass cheeks. His fingers pressed hard into the white vulnerable flesh, squeezing them to a pleasure tortured white. She whimpered with delight and thrust her bottom toward him. His hands tightened, sending thrilled waves of gooseflesh up and down the smooth sleekness of her slightly arched back.
Reluctantly relinquishing his hold on her tempting buttocks, he ran one hand down between her thighs, which voluntarily spread for his touch. It took no expert to find the wet mound of cunt that quivered with excitement. He popped a finger into the oily, moist slit. She was hot and wet and ready.
The gripping elastic folds of her cunt sucked at his finger as he pulled it free from the lubricant-flooded channel. Grabbing the full, hard, throbbing length of his cock, he pushed down and thrust forward, packing himself into the flowering lips vacated by his finger.
A shuddering tremor quaked through her kneeling body as he drove into her juicy interior, drilling the ponderous mass of his prick to the hilt. Almost in reflex action, she bucked back, colliding against his crotch with a fleshy plop.
"Hard… " she grunted. "Soooo, wonderfully hard!"
Her days and nights without a man had her body lit like a fuse sizzling toward the ultimate explosion. Which was just as well, since he could tell there would be no holding back his own coming whenever the thick load in his balls decided it was time to blast free.
He jerked away from the moist socket of lust, then crammed his way back into the soft folds of flesh. She bucked and grunted. The heated softness of her ass swirled against his crotch, twirling his swollen cock within the fiery core of her quick. As they picked up the age-old rhythm, he could feel the excited bulge of her clitoris, but knew it wasn't getting the attention it wanted.
His arms encircled the bunching woman's waist. Roughly his fingers plunged into the open slit of her manhole. Probing around the top of her anxious cunt, he found the tiny nubbin and fondled it.
Over and over he flung himself into the damp slash of her cunt, as his manipulating fingertips rolled and played with the swollen bud of pleasure. She squealed and began to fuck herself on his pounding shaft.
She pushed and pulled. She grunted and groaned. She embedded the hard column of manhood deep within her belly. She yanked away from him, then threw herself back. She bucked and twitched and twisted herself toward the desperation of her release. Violently, wantonly she abandoned herself to the fire that consumed the sweet cleft of her loins.
When she came there was no holding her back. It was as violent and shattering as her love-making. He hung on to her to keep from being thrown from his delightful mount. His cock exploded with her cunt. He jetted into her trembling hole. Grateful for the release he had wanted over the past weeks, he creamed like a schoolboy just entering his first pussy. He blasted and filled her, emptying at least a gallon of thick come into her sucking gobbling cunt.
They collapsed to the carpeted floor, one on top of the other, panting and moaning and trembling in the waves of fulfilment that controlled their quaking bodies.