Jense-3 was the second planet around the Jense star system. It used to be the third, but some “aggressive mining” had caused the former second to sail out of its orbit and smash into the first planet in orbit. Now, the half-broken shell of Jense-1 sailed through the disintegrating debris field as the second planet's remains spiralled their way into the star.
Along the way, the exceedingly rare minerals coveted for star drives and jump gates lit up in a brilliant cacophony of colors and light as a priceless fortune was burned away in the uncaring atomic depths of the star. Along the way, the superheated metals skittered across the three dimensions to appear in a billion meter halo, laying merry hell with the atmosphere of Jense-3 and causing it to light up in a prismatic spray of never-ending colors.
Though, when the mineral-rich core of Jense-2 finally surrendered to gravity, the resulting explosion would trigger a supernova that would destroy the star system and everyone foolish enough to remain behind.
Though, there was always a chance that the star would end up tearing a hole in the universe and disappear, only to be found centuries later.
It had happened before, it would happen again.
As far as everyone was concerned, Jense was a star system burning its way to hell, which made it the perfect place for the galaxy's rich to congregate in the flames of society while enjoying every decadent pleasure offered until they either ran out of money or exhaustion forced them to leave; very few returned to the never-ending hedonistic paradise again. One round of endless sex, drugs, and thrills was usually enough.
Lord Palapus had been back home four times since he lost his three daddies on Jense-2. Each time left him even more bitter and angry, but he knew it wasn't the fault of all the pretty rich boys and girls partying on the planets. They were just the vermin feeding on the corpse of his past.
One of the sensors of the Quadruped gave out an outraged little shriek. He glanced down as a line of glitches danced across the display. Outside, he could feel the pinging of out-gassing star materials bouncing off the hull of the ship as they rocketed way from the star that had accelerated them.
“Don't be an ass, you giant bitch,” he muttered. He reached over and ran his fingers along the buttons that lined the display, tapping one before holding down another until he could cycle the sensor to avoid the current radiation interfering with its operation.
As soon as the sensor settled down, he found himself adjusting another control while he steered the ship with his knee.
Jense Navigation Agent PK-01H70KB: PRAS Quadruped, you are drifting 0.1 radians from your assigned heading. Lower your speed by 219 m/s.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck you too.”
Palapus lowered his leg until he felt the cool air rushing from underneath his seat tickling the dark hairs on his shins. Without looking, he pressed on the control stick and the ship straightened into place for a moment before over-correcting the other way.
The ship jerked back and forth until he almost got it in a proper straight line. At least straight enough until he docked.
Agent PK-01H70KB: PRAS Quadruped, check your navigation system. It is refusing to handshake with our control systems. Please key in the response for emergency code “whisky tango tango alfa echo bravo niner.”
Palapus glanced over to the navigation system. Or at least the gutted remains of the system. A few months ago, a bounty hunter had put a tracker in it while they were escaping with some precious cargo. The clearly identifiable indentions of the princess' fist in the metal along the scorch marks of her pulse blast always brought a smile to his lips. Hirhu was his curse, one that got him hard whenever she bent over. She had the voice of an angel, the body of a goddess, but she also clearly the heavy muscle on the ship.
“What are they bitching about?” Luap said as he strolled into cockpit. His eyes were flashing as he looked around. He wore a pair of cargo shorts and a pair of slippers. An unbuttoned, black shirt hung off his shoulders and fluttered with his movements.
“Something about our navigation system on the fritz, sire. I was planning on—”
A flash of light bounced off the display cameras for the front screen.
Lord Palapus flinched. “Like anything can work in this damn system. I hate this place, I always have and always will.”
Luap stared at the screen showing the prismatic cloud between them and the planet. “What's the code?”
“Doesn't matter, I was going to ignore it. They don't need it, they just want to bitch—”
Luap has copied one line of this conversation.
Luap's eyes flashed as his systems calculated the proper authorization code. “Send back ‘golf alfa sierra india romeo four seven.’ We're being nice here. We can pick a fight later, but we have a job to do first.”
Palapus rolled his eyes and entered in the code.
Agent PK-01H70KB: PRS Quadruped, temporary code accepted. You've been fined 242.0286 ACHOL for having a malfunctioning navigation system. You have 349.9 hours to correct this or you will be fined again. You have also been fined 119.8422 ACHOL for allowing unauthorized access to private communications.
Agent PK-01H70KB: ... just like the last two times you came back.
“Well, there is that fucking bitch too. I don't know what I've done to crawl up her ass but she always has it out for me.”
Luap stopped next to Palapus. He had to reach up to rest his hand on the 2.2 meter tall pilot's shoulder. “I'm sorry, Lord, I know that coming home sucks but I really doubt the same navigation officer has been bugging you for twelve years.”
Palapus snorted. “You'd be surprised about the grudges they hold around here. Besides, its hard to forget a handle like PK-01H70KB.”
His boss shook his head. “How can they remember one ship when there are literally millions of party ships coming in and out of orbit every year? This planet has a sizable portion of the galaxy's money flowing through it and one of the most extensive black markets ever known.”
He leaned forward to gesture toward one of the ships on the edge of his vision. “I mean, that ship is shaped like a giant cock.”
Palapus glanced at it. “The Penetrator 3014, captained by Liz Martin. She won it in a card game six years ago from her brother who stole it from their daddy. We saw her last about two years ago around—”
Luap chuckled. “Never mind, I forgot you live for ship gossip.”
Palapus let a smile cross his face. “Gives me joy in the long dark. Besides, I'm not always hooked into the networks around me. I don't like computers, they rub me the wrong way.”
Luap shrugged. “It's what I do. Just as you do what you do.”
Palapus sighed. “And right now I'm just going to sit in a foul mood and ram this ship up PK-01H70KB's ass.”
“Anything else I can do to bring you joy instead of trashing my ship?”
Palapus glanced back toward the cockpit entrance. Even though he didn't hear Hirhu entering, he hoped that the princess was trailing after her lover. Not seeing her, he sighed and shook his head. “Na, I'm just going to be pissy until we get out of here.”
Luap patted his shoulder. “Try not to smash the ship. I promise, we aren't going to hang around, just find these girls, grab them if we can, and get the hell out of here. I'll even pay the fine if you break some regulations on the way out but I'd rather not on the way in.”
“I can live with that, sire.”
Another pat. "Good, I'm going to make sure Qur is ready to send out the drones as soon as we get into orbit. We have a lot of territory to cover and not much time to do it.
“Are you going out?”
“I hack better on the ground.”
“And…” Palapus blushed. “… what about the princess?”
“She's getting dolled up right now.”
Palapus tried to imagine what outfit Hirhu was going to wear. Would it be a slinky dress with the slit up the side? Or that little pair of shorts that barely covered her cheeks and gave him glances of her plump lips every time she had to bend over in front of him. She had thirty-one outfits on the ship, but rarely used more than nine of them for missions.
He loved everything she wore, more so when he got a chance to stroke her tiny, elfin body and hear the little moans quivering her skin as he peeled them off her beautiful skin.
His manhood swelled at the thought.
He blushed and tapped on one of his controls.
Luap chuckled. “You can just ask her, you know. She's going to say yes.”
Palapus nodded curtly. He knew she was also the ship's slut, but he hated to thinking about her in that way. She was a princess and should have been treated like that… though he guiltily wanted to use her like a dress-up doll every time he had a chance.
He had to be strong and resist the urge. She was his princess, the beauty of his world and he would follow her to the ends of the stars if he had to.
Glancing over, he saw Luap smiling.
Palapus cleared his throat. “Anything else?”
Luap smiled. “No. I'll go check on the others, let me know if there is anything I need to worry about.”
“I'll let you know when we're about to berth.”
A smirk. “I'm pretty sure the sound of our hull scraping against the docking collar will be a good indication.”
Palapus blushed; he wasn't very good at fine maneuvers with the ship. His reluctance to use the automated systems meant that he bounced and rubbed a lot more than he wanted. Luap never said anything to insist Palapus use the automatics, but it didn't mean it didn't sting when Palapus accidentally rammed the ship into a space station or scraped a thirty meter score along a battleship.
When Luap left the cockpit, Palapus dimmed the lights and settled back. He kept one eye on the sensors reporting his approach to the station but most of his attention was mulling through Hirhu's outfits along with the situations he saw her: the black dress that she took to the fancy parties that was always torn and ripped when she came back, the little blue number with the plunging cleavage that caused her perk nipples to stick through, the pair of tights that moulded to every curve of her body and gave him a dazzling view of her pussy.
He reached down and stroked his length through his shorts. He didn't care for many clothes on the ship and there was little material covering his groin. Most of the time, he wore a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts that barely reached his mid-thighs. It was easier to be free without sleeves or legs to pull him back; the little gap below his navel also felt good.
His thoughts drew back to the last time the princess came up. She had slipped her hand between his shirt and his shorts, working her tiny fingers until they were straining to wrap around his shaft. Then with her eyes locked on his, she pumped him slowly without a word in the dark of the cockpit as they orbited around Galenus-4.
The memories caused his hardness to grow. He pumped himself more, working the head down the leg of his shorts until the tip of his swollen shaft bulged out of the gap. The familiar smell of his excitement, a musky smell, filled the cockpit.
Palapus reached down and fisted his tip, pumping to firm up his length and shove his shorts up away from his hairy thighs until his balls popped out and he was able to give himself a few deep strokes from tip to bottom.
“Would you like—”
He froze at Hirhu's voice. A whimper escaped his throat as he tried to shove his shaft back into his shorts but it was too hard and thick to fit back in.
“—a snack before we leave, my lord?”
“Princess… I, um…” he fumbled with his controls.
The Quadruped steered dangerously out of its lane.
Agent PK-01H70KB: PRS Quadruped, you have been fined 419.28342 ACHOL for violating lane restrictions. Try to keep it in your pants.
Flustered, he flailed at his controls as he tried to regain his concentration on the systems that could have easily been managed by an AI system.
Hirhu stepped into view. She wore an outfit that he hadn't seen on her before, a black bikini that barely cupped the sides of her firm breasts. Large chrome rings sparkled in the material, revealing smooth skin underneath with her nipples hidden behind the thin strips of material that kept the rings together.
The bottom didn't hide much more, with the rings giving a wonderful view of her hips and done the curves of her stomach and thighs. Only the narrowest width of pitch black material that cradled her sex to keep it hidden from view.
His cock pulsed with desire.
Unable to look away, he fumbled for the controls.
Hirhu reached up and pressed one perfect finger against his lips, the tip teaching his mustache and her palm against his short, cropped chin. “Take a deep breath, my lord.”
Palapus couldn't help but obey. He took a long shuddering breath before taking control of the ship again. The controls were firm in his palm as he gently steered the Quadruped back into its path. As soon as he got there, he rested his knee against it to keep it firmly in place as he gave her a longing look.
“There,” Hirhu said with a smile that could light up the void. “Isn't that better?” She held up a bottle of Supr-Cool XLR. It was his favorite flavor, blue.
Palapus shook his head. “You shouldn't be doing this, Princess. I'm to serve you, not the—”
Hirhu cocked her head. Her hair was half white and half black, with frosted tips along the darker side. With her bare, pale skin, she looked rapturous. “But I want to.”
“But—”
She smiled and then inched forward, her bare thigh pressing against his. She was warm and tiny, almost half his height and easily a quarter of his volume. When she rested her hand on his thigh, the touch was electric. “We've been over this before. If I want to get you something, I get you something. There are no servants on this ship, no slaves, no employees.”
“And if you want something from me?” He said with a hint of embarrassing hope. She had “demanded” his serves repeatedly over the years since he started flying the ship, but he couldn't ever get the courage or the willpower to initiate it himself. Too many years of imprinting, memory implants, and indoctrination made it impossible for him to ask for what he wanted so badly.
When she lifted her knee, the motion tightened the material over her sex to give him a view of her plump lips and the cleft of her sex.
The sight of it caused his cock to surge hotly and bob away from his muscular thighs. A soft moan of need escape his lips.
“You know—” she said with a smile as she planted one foot on the side of his chair and lifted herself up. His eyes caught sight of the thin lines that made of her detachable joints; he always expected to hear them move but they were as quiet as the rest of her body as she straddled his hips.
Unlike the others, he found her more attractive with her limbs attached. There was something about seeing her limbless body that always bothered him.
Hirhu lowered herself. “—there is something you can do for me, my lord.”
“Anything,” he breathed.
Her warmth pressed against his crotch. He could feel the ridge of his cock going down his left leg, the girth of it caused her lean more to the right as her smooth thighs caressed his.
Hirhu stroked his short-cropped beard. “You know how I always get anxious before missions like these? All those crowds and parties?”
“Your old life?”
She sighed and leaned forward. Her perky breasts pressed against the softness of his chest, a bit more fat than he liked but there was still plenty of muscle underneath his hairy chest. She lifted her eyes to stare into his, she had switched to an icy blue gaze that glowed faintly in the dim light.
He took a deep breath and drew in the smell of her perfume, both natural and applied. She always had a sweet, flowery scent to her which mixed well with her fondness for faintly spicy smells.
Shaking, he reached to cradle her hand but stopped millimeters away. “That isn't you anymore, Princess. No matter how much you visit, you will never be dragged back.”
Hirhu leaned into his palm, her smooth skin caressing against his delicate touch. “You always say the sweetest things, my lord.”
“Anything for you, my lady.”
A smile ghosted across her face. “Well, still, I'm feeling a little antsy, so I was hoping you'd help me relax.”
His cock swelled even more, his thickness grinding up against her thigh with anticipation.
As much as Palapus venerated Hirhu, as much as he set her on a pedestal and treated her like royalty, those whispered words also meant that he would soon be balls deep in her. His cock didn't care about a woman worthy of worship, only the hot hole that it wsa going to be stuffed into until she let out cries of passion while she had repeated orgasms on his shaft.
“O-Of course, Princess.”
Hirhu let out a soft moan as she worried her bottom lip.
His cock grew harder, pushing her up even as she lifted herself up from his hips. With her eyes still locked on his, she planted one hand against his shoulder and then trailed her other down over her firm breasts to delve between her legs. Her knuckles brushed against his shaft as she pushed the fabric of her bikini aside.
The smell of her sex, so sweet, flooded the cabin as she pushed two fingers into her hole. The smell grew stronger as did quiet slurps as she pumped her fingers deep before sliding them.
Then Hirhu was rocking back and forth, her entire body jiggling as she stared into his eyes while fingering herself. “Oh, my lord,” she moaned. “I need you.”
He held out his hands to her, stopping once again.
“Hold my hips,” she said.
He did, his large grip covering her hips, thighs and almost clear up to her breasts. She felt so delicate in his grip, but she also felt alive and warmth, like holding beauty incarnate in his grip.
Every pump of her fingers caught her body to jiggle in his grip. He imagined just driving her down on his cock, using her as nothing more than a cock sleeve for his own passions.
Instantly, guilt slammed into him. She was his princess, he couldn't—
“Hold me,” Hirhu gasped. Her eyes were glowing brightly as she pumped herself faster. “I need you inside me, my lord. I need that thick cock in my tight little hole. Please, I beg you, stuff me.”
He groaned with need. His cock stood up, straining against the fabric. It left a smear of his pre-cum against her thigh as it bobbed dangerously close to her pussy.
Her fingers slipped otu of her dripping hole to grab his cock. The hot slickness of her juices enveloped his crown, adding to the liquid already there. It was slick but the pressure of her palm as she pumped his length and angled it toward her stole his breath away.
The edges of his shorts dug into the side of his shaft but he didn't care. Nothing mattered other than the small hand on his cock and the warmth of her body as she brought it up to the tight, wrinkled opening between her cheeks.
“I need you,” she moaned as she held herself against his head. The tiny opening was miniscule, too small for his girth. Every time, it felt impossible that he could fit but every time she would push down and demand he drive it home.
His cock surged hotly with hungry need to buried inside her. His thick, bulbous crown easily nuzzled against her sphincter, pushing it open with the shared lubrication of his pre-cum and her copious juices.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Use me.”
He hesitated.
Her eyes shown. “Fuck me, my lord,” she said in harder tone. “Grab my hips and yank me down, bury that cock into me like I know you want.”
The commanding voice was enough to push past his guilt. He clamped his hand around her waist and chest, his thumbs crushing her breasts and his fingers wrapped around her buttocks. He pulled her soft ass cheeks apart as he pushed down on her.
The tight opening of her ass resisted for only a second before the ring relented. The tightness stretched around his crown, millimeter by milliliter as he forced himself into the tight confines of her body.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried out. Her hands, one still wet from her pussy, grabbed onto his shoulders as she threw back her head. “Yes, harder.”
Palapus groaned as he yanked harder, forcing his cock into her rectum. The tight ring of her ass traced the passage as he stuffed centimeter after centimeter into her in one long, slow stroke.
Hirhu shuddered as her eyes rolled up. A little drool escaped the side of her mouth as she clenched tightly.
He panted as he pushed harder but the resistance grew too much before he had only half of his twenty-six centimeter length buried inside her. Her organs were just too twisted to take all of his length.
But they weren't. Every time he had been balls deep inside her, but he dreaded and hungered for what she would say next.
“Harder,” she gasped. “All the way in.”
“I'll hurt—”
“Harder!” she snapped as she raked her fingernails on his chest. “In my chest, I want to feel every—”
He yanked her up and shoved her down, punching his cock into her asshole. It slid deep into her body, rearranging organs as her belly swelled.
Hirhu let out a shuddering cry. “More, my lord. Use me!”
All Palapus wanted to do was claim to her, to fuck her hard and fast until she was nothing but a cock sleeve for his length. He fought it, dreading the guilty that would follow as much as he desired the heat of her orgasm when he succeeded.
She gave him the order again, an erotic mix of domination and hunger.
He couldn't last long.
Getting a tighter grip, he yanked her up and shoved her down again, pumping her down onto his cock as each thrust forced another centimeter into her body, shaking body. The heat and pressure were intoxicating.
The reverent longing faded into a bestial hunger. He growled as he stopped seeing the perfect woman on his lap and only saw the ship's slut bouncing on his cock. He growled as he tightened his grip and hammered her down, driving her onto his cock as much as he was pistoning into her asshole.
Hirhu shook like a rag dolls, her thighs bouncing on his as she was railed by his cock. Her body writhed with pleasure as she dug her nails into his chest, the cries of her orgasms filling the cockpit.
No words were needed between them, only the squelch of their unction as his cock stuffed deep into her rectum and he could trace her anal ring as it inched down toward his base.
His balls clenched with desire, but he held back. There was no way he was going to unload unless he was fully sheathed into the cunt bouncing on his hips.
Palapus dug his fingers into her body, crushing her breasts until the rings began to deform, then rammed her hard down on his cock.
The last third speared her asshole, lodging his entire length into her body.
Her cries grew guttural and then escaped in a wet, primal gasp of pleasure. The bulge of his girth swelled her belly from cunt to ribs as he held himself there.
Hirhu shuddered as she smiled.
He yanked her up, dragging his entire length out until only his crown clung to her stretched sphincter, and then hammered her down. The blow was powerful, shaking his seat as her body shuddered.
Another full-length slam and then the other. His orgasm was so close, but he needed to fuck her harder to set it off. He growled, no longer seeing anything as his world focused on only the body wrapped around his cock.
He hammered her down again, long wet slurps that felt so good as he str4etched inside her.
Palapus could barely hear her cries of orgasm as he used her for his own pleasure, pumping hard and fast with no more concern for her as he stroked himself to his orgasm.
Two more strokes and he rammed himself home, shoving down with all his might his orgasm finally crested. With a groan, he pumped his cum deep inside her body, flooding her insides with hot jets that bubbled and gurgled inside her.
Hirhu let out a little jerk as she came once again. A little burp escaped her lips and a thin line of cum dribbled out of the corner of her mouth before she came again. Her eyes brightened once in a flash, then dimmed as she let out a long moan of utter fulfillment.
Palapus panted as he held himself still, the guilty beginning to seep back into his thoughts. He looked down at his Princess as he tried not to think about the hot cum that filled her stomach and was threatening to pour out of her tightly-stretched anal ring.
With a jerk, he pulled his hands away, leaving behind white marks that slowly faded into red.
Hirhu's eyes flickered back to life. Gasping with pleasure, she let out a low purr. “Oh… thank you, my lord. That is what I needed.”
“I-I…”
Her eyes flashed. “One more thing.”
He looked at her pleadingly.
She shifted to the side and he could feel his still hard cock swirling around her insides, stretching and straining her already abused organs. Picking up a butt plug, she pushed it down. “I know better than to leave a mess. You always leave a sizable tithe, don't you?”
The guilt was back. “Y-Yes, Princess.”
She pushed herself up with a groan, dragging the smooth head of the plug against his cock so she could jam it into place before only a few squelches of cum burst out when his cock no longer plugged her tight hole.
A little beep indicated that it had swelled to seal her off.
She smoothly stood up again, her bare sex an angry red and dripping wet. Streamers of cum ran down both of her thighs but the black material was made of hydrophilic material and didn't even have a stain.
Hirhu glanced down at his cum-covered cock. “Do you—”
“No.”
She nodded with understanding. With a cheerful hop, she jumped off and spun around. “Thank you,” she said as she leaned over to kiss his cheek.
Palapus' heart swelled even as the guilt battered at his thoughts. “I live to serve.”
“And you served me very well. Be safe, Palapus, and I hope to see you soon.”
He was already longing for her as she quietly left the room.
A logical part of him knew that she was working around his anxiety, bringing him pleasure when he couldn't ask for it himself. But that didn't stop the guilt from darkening his thoughts.
Reaching over, he grabbed a rag from the side of his chair. It smelled of cum and sweat. He gave it a delicate sniff and then used it to wipe off his cock before shoving the now limp shaft back into his shorts.
Jamming the rag back into place, he took a deep breath and returned his attention to his controls.
There was a long line of infractions and fines from Agent PK-01H70KB from where he drifted out of his lane while serving his princess. He glanced over it, adding up the costs before mentally adding it to the fees that will be charged as soon as he docked.
Agent PK-01H70KB: You were just fucking the whore, weren't you?
“Shut up,” he muttered. How did the agent know? It was bad enough he felt guilty for what he did, though it felt more than right, but how did the station's agent know.
A flash of red caught his attention. He stared at it for a moment before he realized it was the proximity alert. With a gasp, he looked up to see that he was dangerously close to the station and traveling way too fast.
His hands flew across the controls, firing the retrorockets on full to slow himself down.
The red flashing display marked his movements from forty meters to second, to thirty, to twenty.
It was four when the PRAS Quadruped scraped against the side of the docking collar, a deep bass tone shaking the entire ship as it slammed into the cradle with a boom and the ship came to a sudden halt.
Agent PK-01H70KB: PRAS Quadruped, you have been fined 12,438.4890 ACHOL.
Palapus, Lord Palapus by his friends, leaned back and groaned. “Fucking cunt,” he said at the display but his thoughts were already drawing back to the sight of Hirhu's gaping asshole framed by the black fabric of her bikini.
He had a new favorite outfit of hers.