1. Anal Space Slaves from the Void, Part 1


    Date: 4/12/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: virginiadesade, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    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 ...
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