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The Vera Chronicles
by Dragonlipz (lennie77787@hotmail.com)

***

Vera is marooned on an alien planet and used for 
pleasure by her rescuers. (MFFmf, bi, sci-fi)

***

One afternoon she was with a foraging party following a 
stream up the mountain. The children of the group were 
primarily engaged in picking several varieties of fruit 
from the small groves they passed through. The women 
and slaves were netting fish and some shelled animal 
that looked like a four-legged crab. She was teamed 
with one of the older boys who would stalk and seize a 
crab, bind its razor claw, and toss it to her to stow 
in a sack. They waded slowly upstream away from the 
group as they gathered what would probably be a meal 
for the tribe. 

The boy, Urolo, was quite a good crab-catcher and not 
really mindful of the slave-tether that Vera wore. More 
than once she was nearly tugged off her feet as the 
monkey-boy pounced on his prey. He finally turned to 
her and said 'Let's take a break, there are plenty of 
crabs for tonight.' He led her to a beach where he took 
off his loincloth and untied her tether. As he sat on a 
large rock he pulled her down to her knees facing him. 

Kneeling, she was eye to eye with him. She towered over 
the monkey folk who'd rescued her when she crashed the 
lifepod into the jungle weeks or was it months ago?

He was touching her face now and stroking her ears and 
neck. She began touching his toes and massaging his 
feet. With his other hand he was gripping his cock that 
was hardening and emerging from its sheath. His tail 
was teasing her, moving over her tits, legs, back and 
ass.

He'd moved her face to within an inch of his hard-on. 
It was a smooth, dark brown shaft with a purplish head, 
and had an earthy, musky smell. She closed her eyes and 
inhaled its aroma. 

His fingers had worked their way down to her breasts 
and were teasing her nipples fully erect. She wondered 
if he'd been watching the older men when they held the 
near nightly fuckfest near the village. Around a fire 
the men and some women would use the slaves and some 
willing villagers for pleasure. As a human slave she 
was quite a favorite. Three or four of the monkeyfolk a 
night were not unusual. She enjoyed the attention even 
if it sort of wore her out. 

'Lick me,' he instructed, 'stroke my cock'. She did as 
she squeezed his cock really hard. She stroked his 
balls with her other hand and fingered his asshole. He 
was starting to breathe harder as she took him deeper 
into her mouth sucking his cock and tonguing the thick, 
fleshy head. He grunted, then panted as she worked a 
finger up his ass, making him harder and bigger than 
he'd ever been. 

He continued to grunt as his body tensed and he grabbed 
her head pumping his cock as deep as he could into her 
mouth. She sucked him harder and jammed another finger 
as deep as it would go up his ass. 

He came, shooting a hot wad down her throat while his 
body flexed and thrust involuntarily to her stimulus. 
And again. She sucked him dry using her tongue and 
fingers to drain his cock. These monkey cocks weren't 
big but they were thick enough to keep her entertained, 
that was for sure. She stood then and gazed at the 
mountain. Its beauty and majesty were breathtaking. 

She studied it as she licked some cum from her hand and 
then sniffed the fingers that she'd rimmed him with. 
Each monkey had its own unique smell. She found that 
quite interesting and arousing.

Urolo was still outstretched and panting on the rock. 
His eyes were open and unfocused. He wouldn't be ready 
for another round for a while. She snorted and walked 
down toward the water, might as well clean up while she 
had the chance. 

She found some soaproot in the stagnant shallows and 
uprooted a small plant. She used this to wash her 
hands, face and hair first. She rinsed under a small 
waterfall and marveled again at the sheer beauty of the 
mountain and the jungle surrounding it. 

She climbed a flat rock to dry and noticed something in 
the jungle across the creek. She jumped into the sand 
and crossed in the shallows making her way to what she 
could now see was the curved hull of an aircraft. No, 
it was a spacecraft, her lifepod to be exact. She 
stared at the wreck - a healthy growth of vines had 
wrapped it and remembered what she could of the crash. 
Not much beyond the stark terror she'd felt when 
awakened by the computer sounding a proximity alarm for 
the reentry sequence. 

How long had she been drifting in space after her ship, 
rather her bosses ship, encountered pirates when 
reentering normal space from the wormhole connecting 
this as yet uncharted system with the Galactic Empire? 
How long had she been in the jungle before the monkey 
people had found her? How long had she been here? 
Weeks? Months? Where was she? Was anyone looking for 
her? Did anyone know that she was missing? Or alive? 
Which one of the three M-Class planets had the pod 
landed on? She had more questions than answers. 

She walked and climbed around the wreck and saw the 
open chamber, no door in sight. Something scrambled for 
cover when she looked inside. 

'Running away, are you, big girl?' 

Startled, she whirled to face the speaker, Mossara, the 
boy's aunt. She had a smirk on her monkey-face and 
laughed at Vera's reaction. 

'Surprised you, eh?' She laughed again and climbed up 
the pods ladder to join Vera at the doorway. She was 
only as tall as the boy and could stand under Vera's 
ample tits without touching them. The adult males were 
only a head taller than the females and the adolescent 
boys. Her tail twitched in amusement.

'I know you weren't running away, I was keeping an eye 
on that rascal Urolo, he's usually up to no good. But 
you had a little fun, eh?' She winked and put an arm 
around Vera's thigh, touching the hull of the lifepod 
as she did so. 

'I'd nearly forgotten about this thing you came in.' 
She then said something that Vera didn't understand. 
Vera had only been learning their language for a short 
time. 

At Vera's puzzled expression she smiled and said: 'I'll 
explain it all to you later.

Now, we need to get back and prepare the meal.' She 
patted Vera's butt and teased her nipple with the tip 
of her tail. 'We'll have some more fun tonight.'

She thought to herself, 'she smells so good we might 
have have some fun right now.'

***

The Rejuvenation of Dravo Asta

Vera knew who Dravo Asta was, the aged monkey warrior 
was the chief's uncle and had been the defacto 
chieftain until Tragon, the present chief, was of an 
age to assume his duties. 

He'd been quite the wily statesman – warring with the 
neighboring monkeyfolk tribes, expanding the territory, 
then negotiating the peace; further expanding the 
territory of the tribe. No headsman of another tribe 
had a good thing to say about him except to his face. 

When he finally turned over the masa-skin cloak of the 
headsman to his brother's son he had tripled the size 
of the tribe's territory and added some dozens of 
slaves to the tribe. He'd married off his sons to 
powerful chieftain's daughters whose lands bordered his 
tribes and taken his most powerful foes' woman as 
concubine after he'd slain him in single combat. 

That was all years ago, a generation had been born and 
raised while Dravo served as advisor to the young 
headsman, Tragon. He was old now and losing the clarity 
of eye and sureness afoot that were the mark of the 
young and able. He'd moved in with his nephew after his 
woman had died a few months ago and he seemed to be 
fading more every day. He shuffled about the village 
smiling, patting children on the head and sunning 
himself in the plaza every day till Mossara, the 
headsman's wife led him back to the lodge. 

Vera wasn't surprised when Mossara had told her to go 
fetch the old man early one afternoon. 

After lunch Mossara had seized Vera's right hand and 
maneuvered her into the bed she shared with Tragon. She 
stroked her own face with Veras' hand, kissing the 
fingertips, licking the palm, tasting her, using that 
hand to stroke herself into wetness... then she flipped 
around, positioning her muff in Vera's face and her 
mouth on Veras muff, her tongue teasing Vera's 
clit...Vera was already wet and before long Mossara's 
tongue had her panting and wetter still...

Later Mossaras voice broke the post-coital silence. ' 
Big-Girl, the old man is in the plaza, lying in the 
sun.'

'Ummmm', Vera answered. 

'Go get him but take him to the hot springs, carry him 
there, and bathe him. You'll do that while I make the 
meal?' 

'Yes, mistress, it will be my pleasure.'

'Bathe him well, my girl, he stinks in the heat.'

'As you wish.' Vera kissed her mistress' pussy lips 
(tasting her musk), rose from the sleeping platform and 
wrapped a piece of spider-silk around her. 

She strolled to the plaza and found the old monkey 
dozing beneath a tree. His robe had come loose, 
exposing his leg, cock, and balls. She knelt next to 
him and secured his robe. He spoke without opening his 
eyes 'It's a sad day when a woman isn't even curious 
about a warrior's spear.' He smiled. 

'A slave woman should never be curious about a warrior 
of the bloods' spear, my lord.'

'Never?'

'So I am told, my lord.'

The old man snorted, the opened his eyes, blinked and 
regarded her with a dreamy expression. 'Then I suppose 
it must be so. Has my nephew's wife, the worthy 
Mossara, sent you for me or did you seek me on your 
own?' He laughed out loud. 

'Lord Dravo, I'm to take you to the springs for a 
bath.' 

He snorted, 'So I stink, eh? Then help me to my feet, 
it's a long walk for an old man.'

She pulled him to his feet quite easily and then turned 
around and knelt. 

'Climb onto my back, I'll carry you there.'

'Such an offer, I'm honored.' His eyes gleamed black.

Vera giggled in response and stood after he'd mounted 
her. He really was light for a monkey and she was a 
healthy specimen – nearly six imperial units tall and 
over a hundred-sixty in weight. 

He leaned forward, buried his face in her hair, and 
inhaled deeply. 'Girl, you smell good.'

'Thank you, my lord.'

'To the springs.'

'Yes, my lord.'

The path to the hot springs wound up the mountain and 
the view was magnificent. Each bend revealed 
breathtaking beauty. It was not lost on the old man. 
'Ah, what sights I would have witnessed had I been a 
unit taller.' 

Vera laughed. 

He caressed her shoulders, licked some sweat from her 
neck, wrapped his legs tighter around her waist, and 
softly moaned. His tail circled her left thigh and 
stroked the soft flesh there. 

His monkey smell was strong. She liked the smell and 
taste of these creatures. As time went by and her 
memories returned in short segments, none were more 
arousing than what she was experiencing with these 
monkeyfolk. She enjoyed their touch and smell. She 
enjoyed fucking and sucking them even more. The 
beautiful mountain and jungle were a perfect backdrop 
for her sexual fantasies. 

Being used by these monkeyfolk was arousing in the 
extreme. 

Getting aroused now was a waste of time since the old 
man, while funny and interesting, was, after all, 
dying. Mossara had told her that he'd not had a hard-on 
in at least five years. Vera wondered how she knew 
about that. 

'Whoa, girl! You've passed the springs, where are you 
taking me? To the lava pit? Is it my time?'

'No my lord, I'm taking you to the warmer springs up 
past these rocks. Mossara says those are where you 
prefer to bathe.'

'She's right, but if I ride you any longer I'll be able 
to boil water like a hot rock.'

She laughed. 'My lord Dravo does jest.' She stopped and 
let him down. 

He opened his robe revealing a thick, purple-headed 
cock and asked, 'Does this look like a jest?' 

The blind eye of his hard-on held her spellbound and 
she whispered, 'No, my lord Dravo, that is no jest.' 

He lifted her chin with his tail till he looked her in 
the eye. 

'Vera, slave-girl, do you know that it has been years 
since a woman has had this effect on me?' The tail 
curled around her neck and pulled her closer to the 
thick glistening head.

'No, my lord.'

'Indeed.'

Indeed, she was as aroused as he was, more probably. 
Her cunt was wet and tingled with anticipation while it 
seemed that waves of heat were radiating from it 
throughout her body. He stared into her eyes with a 
slight smirk on his monkey face. She was nearly panting 
and her mind was filled with half formed images of 
previous sex and arousal. She couldn't think, this was 
not the time for rational thought. She needed to touch 
him and be touched in return. 

His tail began tracing a path around her forehead, down 
her cheek, following the throbbing blood vessels on her 
neck to slide between her breasts, across her stomach 
to the dark blond thatch above her sex. It touched the 
pussy lips briefly and then he brought it up to his 
face. The tip was glistening with her juices and he 
sniffed at it, never breaking eye contact with her. He 
tasted it and broke into a smile. 

'That is the tangiest pussy I've ever tasted or 
smelled. Girl, your pussy is a true treasure, no wonder 
my nephew has taken you for a fuckslave. Look what the 
smell of it has done to my spear!'

His cock was rockhard and thick, he blinked as he 
stroked it inches from her face. The head was 
pinkish/purple and a drop of fluid formed at the hole. 
His eyes rolled up and he stumbled, grabbing her with 
his free hand. 

He cried out: 'Oh! What's this? I'm dizzy from all this 
heat, all this excitement!' 

She moved quickly as she could from the spell that 
imminent sex had put on her and eased him onto the bank 
next to her. 

'Thank you, girl, thank you. I'm getting too old for 
this sort of thing, much too old.' 

He kissed her and said 'Perhaps you should get me back 
to the lodge, put me to bed.' 

She wrapped her hand around his cock saying 'It would 
be a shame to waste this my lord. I can do the work for 
you.' She closed her eyes, straddled him and slid his 
thick tool into her wet, hot pussy gently easing down 
its length till she had him fully inside her. He gasped 
and shuddered with pleasure as she began to slowly pump 
and stroke his cock with her cunt. 

He hissed with pleasure as his cock became harder than 
ever, as she gripped him tighter with each slow, 
sensual thrust.

He began sucking her tit, working the other nipple as 
he did so. She moaned as he ravished her breasts, 
working him harder with each thrust. He threw his head 
back and started grunting and panting in time with her 
strokes...

He cried out 'Ayala!!!' when he came a few moments 
later. His orgasm sparked hers and she writhed out of 
control on his cock for longer than he could bear. 

'UH, UH, UH, UH, GIRL! GIRL! I'M DONE! DONE! UH! UH!'  
And then passed out. 

She lay there for a while, catching her breath, hoping 
that she could fuck him again, that was GREAT. She 
didn't care how old he was. It was good. 

She waded into the pool, rinsing herself off. A bird 
squawked high in the forest. 

She picked his limp body up and eased it into the warm 
spring. She washed him then, using soaproot from the 
shallows and soakleaves from the shore. 

She thought about how generous this land below the 
mountain was and how lucky these monkeyfolk were to 
live here. Life was good here, food was plentiful, and 
they lived in comfort. 

She helped him into his robe and put her silk-wrap on. 
She let him mount her and she carried him down the 
mountain to the lodge of her master. She let him down 
and Mossara hailed him as he entered the main room: 
'Honored one, we were growing worried for you, was your 
bathing satisfactory?' 

'Yes, daughter, it was satisfactory and more.' He 
winked at her and Tragon, sat at his appointed place as 
Elder of the Lodge. Nodded his thanks at Bala, the 
house slave, as she placed a plate of food in front of 
him. He bit into a drumstick and said:

'Tonight the girl Vera shall sleep in my quarters.'

Mossara and Tragon stared at him, then at each other. 
Dravo tucked into the onions and tubers with an 
appetite they'd never seen. He smiled and winked again. 

Vera was waiting for him when he came to bed. He kissed 
her long and hard while his hands, feet and tail 
explored her curves. She rubbed his skinny, furry back, 
shanks and butt. He gently stroked her pussy lips till 
she began to moan and pant. His tail stroked her 
asshole while he teased her clit. She moaned, grunted 
and called out his name when she came. Later she asked:

'Lord Dravo.'

'Mmmmm?'

'Please use me again tonight.'

He chuckled and gathered her into his arms. 'I will, 
girl, I most certainly will do that.' 

They fell asleep in each other's arms. 

Just before daylight she felt him leave the bed. She 
rolled over a few minutes later and he was standing 
there beside her stroking himself while sniffing and 
licking the fingers he'd used on her earlier. His cock 
was growing thick as he tasted his fingers. She felt 
that special weakness tug at her as she watched him get 
fully hard. She took her right nipple between a thumb 
and forefinger as she stroked her muff. He stroked her 
ass, worked a finger into her asshole. She closed her 
eyes and began to moan when his cock, now thick and 
purple, touched her lips. 

The taste was thrilling, intoxicating. She licked it, 
kissed it, and took it completely into her mouth 
sucking as hard as she could. She wanted to taste his 
jizm, drain him into her mouth. He groaned with 
pleasure as she worked him harder and harder. She was 
hot and writhing in orgasm when he shot a hot load into 
her mouth. 

She was still panting when he began to lick her inner 
thighs up to her muff and tease her clit with his 
monkeytongue... She came and came on his face. He shot 
load after load down her throat. 

They woke in time for the evening meal. As they ate 
Tragon and Mossara watched them without saying too 
much. After eating he took her hand and led her back to 
the bedroom.

And so it went for the next few weeks: Lord Dravo 
cavorting with Vera the slave-girl, fucking and sucking 
her with shameless abandon in a culture that was itself 
shameless. Not that an old warrior rediscovering his 
lusty youth was unusual, not at all, many old men in 
this society engaged in excessive relations before they 
made that last lonely trip up the mountain. No, Dravo 
Asta was not unique, but he was blessed. 

Blessed that he could cavort, indeed, fuck and suck for 
weeks at time instead of the few days that old men 
normally could indulge before fatigue took its 
inevitable toll. Blessed that he was strutting about 
the village, Vera in tow, patting the children's heads, 
a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his lips...

Tragon Asta and Mossara lay together in the moonlight 
not far from where Dravo and Vera had their most recent 
noisy athletic encounter. Their cries had punctured the 
relative peace of the jungle night as they had licked, 
sucked, poked, stroked, and urged each other to orgasm. 
They lay together quietly panting by the stream. They 
would rise in a couple of hours, swim and couple with 
less volume but no less intensity. 

Mossara nuzzled Tragon and spoke: 'Your Uncle, Lord 
Dravo Asta, began training the young boys today.' 

'So?' 

'So, he began with the breathing and stretching 
exercises, gave them a lesson in spear fighting and 
finished by running them up the path to the mountain 
and back.'

'Really.'

'Then he took the slave up to the hot springs and 
fucked her until the evening meal.'

'How do you know they fucked at the hot springs?'

'I could hear them, you probably could, too.'

'Well, I was very busy helping repair the dam.'

'So you heard her shouting his name.'

'Yes, I did.'

'Did you hear me whispering his name this morning?'

Tragon sat up, wide-eyed in the moonlight.

Mossara smiled and stretched as she reached up to touch 
his arm. 'Oh yes, husband of mine, that old man has 
been giving me a workout this past week while the 
slaves tend the chores. You can't be jealous, now, can 
you my love?' She kissed the back of his hand as her 
tail wound around his upper arm and neck. 'He is 
entitled, after all.'

'No, it isn't that, not at all. It's just that he's...'

'Acting like a man half his age?'

'And half again of that! He's as horny as a teenager 
with the wisdom of an elder. I'm jealous of that, to be 
sure!' 

'You have nothing to worry about from Dravo, my love, 
he wants nothing more than for you to have a good 
life.'

'I know, my love, but still: Why? How is this possible? 
He was dying. I shed tears in the night for him. I 
thought about the man he was, the man I honored the man 
I hoped to become. Now he's wearing out the young boys 
on the practice field and my woman in my own bed!'

She placed his tail between her legs and gripped his 
shaft, stroking the head with her thumb. 'You can get 
some of this right now, if you're man enough.' 

He was and did. 

Later that night they listened to Dravo and Vera spash 
each other in the shallows. Mossara stroked his chest 
as he dozed. 'Tra?'

'Um.' 

'Caralassa and I have a theory about Uncle Dravo, 
actually it's about Vera.'

'Vera?'

'She says that Vera is very different from others of 
her kind that we know about.'

He grunted and rolled over to face her, a smile on his 
face: 'My sister in marriage has an amazing grasp of 
the obvious.' 

'It's true!'

'So?'

'My sister is a very intelligent woman.' 

'Did I not say that?'

'You did not.'

'Your sister is a very intelligent woman. OWWW!'

'Do not mock my sister, man of mine, next time I'll 
tear it off, not just pinch it!'

'Your wish, my love, is my command.'

'Caralassa says that there is more to the slave woman 
than we know, more than we can ever know.' 

'What are you talking about?'

'She came down from the sky in a seed! And when that 
seed bore fruit, it was her!' Mossara was sitting up 
facing him with her eyes blazing. 'She came forth from 
that seed-we'd-never-seen-before! She cannot remember 
her life before this! She could be anything, a warrior, 
a queen, a sorceress, a...'

'A medicine-woman?' Tragon smirked.

Mossara, wide-eyed, slowly drew a breath without 
breaking eye contact with Tragon and whispered: 'You 
could only be so lucky'. Her gaze did not waver. He 
looked down, knowing she'd made her point and more. 
Someone, Dravo? was making obscene sounds near the 
water. She snorted and rolled over to sleep.

Tragon lay back, listening to his uncle and the slave 
woman fucking in the sand, the croaking of mating 
amphibians, the crackle of the bonfire and sought to 
make sense of it all. 

The slave girl began to cry out: 'Dravo! Yes! Dravo! 
You! UH! UH! UH! UH! NNNNNNNNNNN!!!' She grunted 
something in a tongue that he didn't understand and 
then all was silent except for the sounds of the night.

His uncle's laughter woke him just before dawn. Dravo 
and the woman were swimming again. 

The old man was surely having a time with the slave, 
yes he was.

Caralassa arrived at the wreck of the lifepod, picked a 
sweetfruit, sat down on a rock on the edge of the scene 
and contemplated the situation while she chewed on the 
tasty, pink rind. She thought about what she knew to be 
true. This seed-from-some-huge-unknown-tree had fallen 
into this grove and caused all sorts of havoc. When the 
first members of the tribe had come upon the scene 
several trees were burning, the seed was hissing and 
glowing with the lights of stars.

The strange woman was found nearby; dazed and 
incoherent. 

She was taken to Mossara's lodge for treatment. 
Caralassa and Mossara, sisters and medicine-women, 
nursed the large, smooth-skinned woman back to health. 

Shortly after they placed her in bed Caralassa began to 
treat the woman's wounds. She watched in wonder when 
the scratches scabbed over and healed while she could 
only stare in amazement. It was then that she knew the 
big, hairless woman was more than she seemed. She was 
something beyond the known, beyond anyone's experience. 

Mossara entered the scene opposite her. She waved her 
over. Caralassa slid down the rock and embraced her 
sister. 

'Girl, we need to talk about that woman!'

Mossara snorted in jest, 'Everyone IS talking about 
that woman! Let's find out what is going on with her!'

'Well, do you have anything new?'

Mossara shook her head and made a disappointed face: 
'No, I put leaf in her pee this morning and she's not 
pregnant.'

Caralassa stared at her and said: 'She is not 
compatible with us or she is infertile. She and Dravo 
have been fucking at least twice daily for the past 
month and a half. Vera has periods, she IS fertile, 
this is something that we both know for sure!'

'Lips can lie but the leaf cannot' (Mossara refers to 
the dried Broma leaves that, when crumbled into a 
womans urine, can indicate pregnancy and fertility – 
via a color change to bright blue. When a man's urine 
is added to the mix paternity can be established by the 
color change to bright yellow or lack thereof...These 
monkeyfolk were primitive but very savvy concerning the 
pharmacutical properties of the local flora.)

'What about Dravo? Is his seed potent?' 

'Yes,' Mossara said.

'At his age?! It's not normal!'

'I don't think that normal applies here, especially 
after the seed came down from the sky.' Caralassa said.

'You're right, of course, more right than I'd want to 
be...'

'Mossara, right and wrong are not part of this 
discussion! We are dealing with someone who is not one 
of us and not like anything or anyone that we've ever 
encountered!'

'I won't argue with you, sister, but I wonder just how 
extraordinary she is?'

Caralassa didn't answer her, but climbed up the side of 
the lifepod and slapped its side.

'Forget her, how extraordinary is this seed that she 
came in? Where did it come from? Who is she? There is 
so much we don't know about her.'

'Well she sure is a good fuck,' Mossara said.

'Which all the men in the village will attest to.'

'And most of the women!' 

They both laughed.

'What about Dravo?' Mossara's tone was serious. 'He is 
stronger, more vital every day! It's like he's shed 
thirty years!' 

Caralassa guffawed: 'More like fifty!'

'Perhaps we can help her remember her life before she 
arrived, her tribe may be generous if she's returned.'

'They may not appreciate her being enslaved or used as 
fuck-toy.'

'Probably not, but what should they expect?'

'She's not exactly the spoils of war,' Caralassas' eyes 
grew wide and she ran her hands across the hull of the 
lifepod, 'What if this thing is not a seed? What if her 
people built it? Like a lodge?'

'A lodge that flies?'

Caralassa turned and looked down at Mossara who was 
also examining the hull.

They cried out together: 'Or a boat!' 

'Yes! Lassa, I think you're onto something, it makes so 
much sense. This is a boat, a lodge boat like the lake 
tribes live in! But what is it doing here?'

Caralassa continued to inspect the strange smooth outer 
surface of the lifepod. It was like nothing grown or 
built that she'd ever seen or heard of, for that 
matter. It seemed that there were more questions about 
the slave woman than answers.

If her people could build a boat-that-flies how would 
they feel about using one of thiers as spoils-of-war? 

A few days later Tragon approached Dravo about 
traveling west to visit the lake folk. Dravo would 
accompany Mossara and Tragons' oldest daughter, Salema, 
and deliver her for a year long stay with those lake 
folk. This practice was part of Tragon's legacy. He'd 
started it as a mutual exchange of hostages with tribes 
that he'd defeated as a way of fostering peaceful 
relationships with them. His oldest son, Valago, had 
been the first person in the tribe to be a 'guest' of 
an other tribe. Valago was now a minor chief downriver, 
married to the headman's daughter. 

When Dravo returned he would bring the daughter of the 
lake tribes' headwoman to stay with Tragon and Mossara 
for a year. This practice helped ensure peaceful and 
civil relationships with neighboring tribes. 

Dravo agreed to the mission and asked 'Perhaps you'd 
like me to stay and woo Estella, she needs a man now 
that Proko has taken the final path.'

'Are my motives that transparent, old man?'

'Sadly, yes, they are.' Dravo smiled.

'Estella is a healthy and as you well know, lusty 
woman. She could also use some help dealing with those 
raiders who seem to show up every year about this 
time.'

They were at the edge of the village where the path 
divided to go either up the mountain or down the creek. 

Dravo smirked 'So it's even worse than I feared, you 
not only want to get rid of me but you'd see me slain 
by the lake raiders while aiding your ally, Estella. 
Ah, nephew, I've taught you well!' He laughed loud and 
hard. 

'Dravo, uncle, nothing could be further from the truth! 
I...'

'I know, I know, but what do you think some are saying 
about you sending an old, senile wretch as myself on 
such a journey?'

'To be honest, I really don't care what they are 
saying, they'll say it whether I worry about it or 
not.'

Dravo chuckled. 'That's the spirit!'

The younger man turned down the path to the river. 'I 
saw you training with the men the other day. Quite 
impressive, do you think that you can whip Estella's 
men into shape?'

'Who's to say that they aren't? Proko was a fine 
warrior.'

'None better than you, uncle, no one. You were never 
defeated.'

'I was lucky.'

'Hah!'

'Besides, nephew, I said that I'd go. You don't have to 
stroke my fur.'

'The Goddess knows who's been stroking your fur and so 
does everyone else.' It was Tragons turn to smirk.

'Oh yes, I suppose that I'll leave her here. She might 
get in the way if I'm to entertain Estella.' 

'She certainly hasn't gotten in your way so far!' He 
grinned at Dravo, 'Or slowed you down!' He winked, 'I'm 
sure Estella would enjoy you both!'

Dravo chuckled with him. 'She's so strange, though.'

Trago selected a stone and skipped it across the water. 
'You've said it yourself, she's not bizarre, she's 
exotic.'

Dravo tossed a rock into a rootwad and watched a large 
fish swim from cover.

'That she is, nephew, that she is.'

***

Meanwhile downriver Urolo Caralassa watched Vera's 
backside as she washed clothes and spread them on flat 
rocks to dry. He whispered to his friend, Balawa 
Sessale:

'She sucked and fingered me silly one afternoon not so 
long ago.'

Balawa whispered a reply: 'She's been fucking your 
great uncle silly for the past month. I watched them 
just the other day. She's so wild and nasty. Do you 
think she'll fuck us at the same time?'

Urolo had reached under his loincloth and was stroking 
himself. 'She's a slave, she really doesn't have a 
choice... I've seen her do three or four men and women 
at a time around the bonfire... Come on, she's nearly 
done.'

He stepped out into the water and called to her: 'Vera! 
Hello!' Balawa smiled and waved. 'Come here, girl, come 
over here.'

She waded over to the beach with the empty basket. She 
wore a leather halter and a skin wrapped around her 
thighs. Her curves were generous and firm. She set the 
basket down and smiled at Urolo, 'Is it time for a 
break?' He was still stoking himself, his tail 
twitching in anticipation. Balawa's eyes were wide and 
round, he held his tail in his right hand, the end 
writhing like a snake.

Urolo took her hand and led her over to a mat lying in 
the shade. 'See, you can rest here.' 

'Why thank you, Urolo, you are kind.' She undid the 
knot between her breasts, removed the halter, revealing 
her firm, round breasts, much larger than any monkey 
womans' tits the boys had ever seen. Her aureoles were 
a dark brown and contrasted well with her fair skin. 
The nipples were swollen and nearly an inch long. She 
was altogether alien and foreign to these folk. 

There were humans on this continent but they occupied 
the lands beyond the Blue Mountains, near the Southern 
Sea. Contact with humans was rare, indeed, Vera was the 
first one that most of the tribe had ever seen.

'Balawa, would you help me with this please?' Vera 
handed the halter to him. He dropped it beside him, 
never taking his eyes from her body. She unwrapped the 
skirt, handed it to Urolo, stretched her luscious self 
out on the mat, closing her eyes. 

She undulated slowly and sensuously as they watched, 
spellbound. Balawa's cock was already as hard as 
Urolos. She sat up and took a cock in each hand, 
stroking them slowly. Urolo closed his eyes and leaned 
his head back, a groan starting deep in his chest. 
Balawa was already sweating and panting. Vera pulled 
their cocks close to her face, inhaling their 
fragrance. She kissed Balawa's cock, licked it gently 
while rubbing Urolos on her face. The boys tails were 
as busy as their hands stroking and touching her all 
over. Each monkeyboy had a breast in hand stroking and 
kneading her nipples. 

'Ummmmmmmmmm' she said, 'delicious...' She was getting 
very aroused. Soon she'd need to have some action on 
her clit. 

She switched cocks licking Urolos' as she rubbed 
Balawas' on her face. She enjoyed the taste of the 
sweat and precum. This was going to be good. 

Her efforts soon had them moaning and panting. She a 
said to them 'I want you both to cum in my mouth, and 
fuck me with your tails.'

Balawa used his to stroke her cunt a few times then 
found the slit and entered her. She gasped and squeezed 
their cocks even harder. Urolo had been stroking her 
butt with his tail so he began teasing her asshole with 
it. 

'Yes', she panted, 'that's the way.' 

He slid his tail up her ass and began matching the 
strokes Balawa was using on her cunt.

'Ahhhhh, that's sooooo goood,' she moaned. She put 
Balawas cock into her mouth along with Urolos and began 
fucking them with her mouth, stroking them slowly and 
sucking them with an amazing intensity. She'd been 
stroking each one's balls but now was fingering their 
assholes. 

Balawa cried out as he came again and again. She poked 
her finger deep up his ass, then did the same to Urolo 
who began grunting and cumming. 

She continued to suck them till there was no more cum 
in or on their cocks. Balawa collapsed beside her on 
the mat. His eyes were crossed and glassy. Urolo knelt 
and kissed her forehead, eyes, and nose. 

He wiped some cum from her cheek and she sucked it from 
his finger as she also removed the tails from her ass 
and cunt. He lay back on the mat and said: 'That was 
wonderful, Vera. Thank you, thank you, thank you.'

Balawa stirred, 'I love you slave girl, I really do.' 

She leaned over him and kissed him using her tongue in 
that unique way she had. He didn't even mind the taste 
of cum in her mouth. 

'How can you love me if all you've had is my mouth?' 
She asked.

She looked down at both of them and laughed. 'There is 
more, much more to me that you fellows need to 
discover. You've got me hot and wet and I need some 
good fucking from those thick, hard monkey dicks.' 

They didn't understand the Galactic standard she'd used 
for the word 'monkey' but they got the idea very 
quickly. Balawa started rubbing his cock and balls.

Urolo said 'I don't know how I'm going to get hard 
after that.'

Vera reached for him and smiled, 'I'm sure that I can 
think of something or some way to get you hard.' He was 
still half hard from her mouth-fuck. She coaxed him to 
his feet and Balawa as well. 

She stroked both of them leaning over and licking the 
thick purple heads of their cocks as she firmly but 
gently urged them to a full erection. She leaned under 
Urolo's cock and sucked on his balls. After sucking 
them clean, she did the same for Balawa's balls. She 
pulled the boys cocks within an inch of her mouth. She 
had one in each hand as she began to rub the heads 
together. Balawa gasped and Urolo tried to pull away 
but she kept them together. She licked them both as she 
rubbed the heads with more vigor and rhythm. Urolo 
stroked his own nipples and Balawa began to pant.

She stopped and leaned over to present herself to the 
monkeyboys. Her ass and cunt were exposed and 
vulnerable. Urolo used his tool to rub her asshole, 
Balawa worked on her cunt. Their thick cocks slid 
easily into her holes. 

'Uhhhhh, that's good,' she moaned, 'fuck me, studs, 
fuck me hard!' 

And they did, pumping her with cocks so hard and 
swollen that they seemed to belong to someone else.'

They pumped her harder and faster till she cried out in 
orgasm:

'Uh! ... Uh! ... Uh! ... Uh! ... Uh! ... Uh! ... Uh! 
UUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!'

They shot their wad at the same time into her hot 
throbbing cunt and ass. She was involuntarily spasming 
during the orgasms that lasted much too long. They shot 
load after hot load of cum into her. After minutes of 
this they collapsed on top of her, panting and 
shuddering in post-orgasmic ecstacy...

In the jungle across the river from athletic display 
Tragon Asta turned to his uncle and closest advisor 
Dravo Asta and said, 'Perhaps you ought to take those 
two along with you to entertain her while you make 
yourself available to Estella.'

The old monkey shrugged and snorted, 'Why not? Two more 
cocks for her to drain.'

***

The next morning Dravo visited Bassalla, the leather 
worker. After the greetings and some pleasantries Dravo 
got to the point:

'I want you to make something for Vera, my slave.' 

Bassalla chuckled 'I'll be glad to make something for 
the big woman, but will you promise me that you'll 
leave it on her long enough for her to appreciate it! 
From what I've seen, you usually have her naked and 
fucking.'

Dravo smiled 'True, that furless bitch has a hot one 
and I've yet to get enough of it. But listen to me: 
What I want made is not a piece of clothing, no, I want 
you to make a sling or a harness for her to wear around 
her shoulders.'

'Really, my lord? A harness, you say?' Bassalla was 
puzzled. 'For carrying a load?' 

'A load, yes, a heavy harness for a heavy load.' Dravo 
was examining some thick, oiled leather hides in the 
corner of Bassalla's workroom.

'What sort of load, my lord?'

Dravo had selected a hide of the large flightless soobu 
birds that lived in the foothills and plains below the 
mountain.

'Me.'

The idea had come to him during the previous week as he 
lay quietly watching Vera sleep. The first rays of dawn 
revealed the tall naked woman in his bed. As he admired 
her firm curves an idea came to him that had been 
forming since the day he'd ridden her up the mountain. 
Why not use a harness, much like the saddles that the 
lowlanders used on their beasts, to ride her? Properly 
mounted, he could be over a head taller than she and 
what better vantage to direct troops or observe a 
battle?

It wasn't, he admitted to himself, an original idea. 
He'd fought the lowlanders to a standstill, defeated 
them as a matter of fact, but he'd been very 
appreciative of the advantages that a mounted calvary 
brought to the battlefield. Winning those battles had 
been a near thing and only his well-disciplined troops 
had saved his skin. 

So it seemed a natural thing for him to mount and ride 
the tall, strong woman. A well designed strap would 
give him an advantage that few could match. 

He smiled as he stroked her leg, thinking: 'Ride her as 
she pumps these tawny legs as fast as she can go.' 

Later that afternoon Dravo showed up again at 
Bassalla's workroom, Vera in tow.

They were quite a pair: the slender, muscular 
monkeylord and the beautiful blonde woman. Dravo with 
the grey crest of age that began at his eyebrows and 
ended in the small of his back and Vera who was at 
least two imperial units taller than her master.

Bassalla measured Dravo first; he used the measuring 
cord to record Dravo's height, waist, butt and the 
length of his legs. When he was finished, Dravo spoke 
to the woman:

'Bassalla will measure you for the riding harness. I 
have some business with my nephew and then I will 
return tomorrow for the final fitting. When you are 
finished, return to my nephew's lodge to help Mossara 
with the evening meal.'

'As you wish my lord.'

Bassalla began by having her remove her halter as he 
pulled a stool up behind her to aid in the measurement. 
He'd made burden-harnesses before but this was quite a 
bit different than anything he'd ever attempted. He 
found himself wishing that Dravo was here to give him 
some advice on this device that he was constructing. On 
the other hand, the woman was very compliant and 
beautiful in her near nakedness. It wasn't long before 
he was touching her constantly as he measured and cut 
the leather harness from the soobu hide. 

As he fitted the strap under her left breast he could 
see the nipple pucker and stiffen, swelling nearly 
twice it's length and width. He was suddenly very aware 
of the heat in his confined workspace and odor of this 
alien, female creature.

Her smell was strong and intoxicating in its sweetness. 
His head swam with her heat and smell. He stepped away 
and took a deep breath. 

When he looked up at her the slave met his gaze with a 
desire that nearly frightened him. 

Her eyes sparkled and fixed on his crotch. 

'You are ready.' The slave stated the obvious; his cock 
was poking out of his loincloth, hard and straight. She 
removed the straps from her shoulders and set them on 
the table. Facing him, she cupped her breasts and 
pinched her nipples.

'Do you want me?' 

Bassalla's mouth was too dry to speak, his throat too 
tight to breath, his cock too hard to touch... 

She smiled and took a step toward him, pulling her 
skirt off, draping it over his head. The leather was 
clammy from her sweaty butt and thighs, it reeked of 
her. 

'Do you enjoy my smell?' 

He tried to reply: 'Unggngh, ahgghnah!' He was dizzier 
than before, unable to think or move. 

'Thank you.' She removed the skirt and pushed him onto 
a pile of hides, the animal smell mixed with hers and 
further clouded his mind...

She followed him down to the bed of skins and planted 
her cunt on his lips. She inhaled sharply as he began 
to eagerly lick and kiss her clit...He stroked his cock 
as he paid homage to her fragrant, pink cunt. Her grip 
was strong and he could barely breath past her hot wet 
lips. His hands and tail caressed her ass and tits 
while his tongue worked overtime on her hot clit. She 
facefucked him for a long, long time, with what seemed 
a dozen orgasms. 

When he came around some time later she was lying next 
to him, licking his cum from her fingers. She passed 
him a water bladder.

'Thirsty?'

He croaked. 'Yes, thank you.' 

She rolled over on top of him. 'Thank you for the fuck. 
It's not often I get to fuck a monkey with such a good 
tongue.'

She kissed him deeply and he could taste his own salty 
cum. 

She stood and said: 'It's getting late and I need to 
get back to the lodge. I'll see you early tomorrow to 
finish this (untranslatable) for my lord Dravo.'

He watched as she retrieved her skirt and halter. She 
smiled at him as she left the room wrapping the skirt 
around her. 

***

The journey to the lake folk was uneventful which 
suited Dravo Asta just fine. The young men had voiced 
their thoughts early on to Dravo and he'd told them 
that there would be plenty of excitement and they'd 
best be ready for it when it happened.

'What kind of excitement, uncle?' Morolo had asked.

'If we knew then it wouldn't be excitement, now would 
it?' He stopped walking. Balawa, Urolo and Wago also 
stopped and faced the older, muscular warrior. Wago was 
a hostage taken from a tribe living on the far northern 
shores of the Great Green Lake. They were peaceful for 
the most part but Dravo and later on Tragon had 
asserted their influence over them to ensure that 
they'd remain peaceful. 

Dravos' gaze was steady as he looked at each one in 
turn. 

'Listen to me. When the time comes for action, follow 
the instructions that either myself or another warrior 
give you. Those aren't toys that you're bearing.'

He was referring to the short spears and knives issued 
to them just before departing the village. 'And why are 
the tips limp?' His eyes sparkled as he barked the 
command. 'Get them up! A limp spear is no good to any 
warrior!' 

The three spear heads snapped to attention from the 
dirt and they fell in behind Dravo as he jogged to 
catch up to the rest of the group. 

The journey to the Lake folks' village followed the 
river and circled the lake to the far side where the 
river reformed to flow sedately to the sea. The village 
of the lake folk was on the southern hills fronting 
both the lake and the river. When the group was in 
sight of the lake but still in the steep foothills 
Dravo called a halt. 

'We'll camp here. There's some high ground and good 
vantage.' The other warriors nodded. 'Paja, take three 
men and scout the perimeter.' 

He nodded to Caralassa who began preparations for the 
evening. She brought Vera with her as she joined the 
older man on the high ground. 

'You are worried about the hill raiders?' she asked. 

'Not at all. They'll make their presence known, be sure 
of that,' he snorted, 'they may not show themselves, 
but they will be around.' 

A pair of warriors approached the three from a copse of 
trees. Asawa the Lean and Roga Melahanna had been 
scouting for the group. They carried no spears but had 
crossbows slung on their backs and knives on their 
belts. They each wore only a loincloth. Roga said 
'They're out there, no doubt. We couldn't get close to 
them but I think there were about five, six at the 
most.'

Dravo turned to Asawa, 'You agree?' 

Asawa, a hostage from Dravos' last war in the east 
nodded. 'Yeah, no women's tracks which would mean that 
they're on a hunting party, so they're up to no good.' 
Asawa the Lean was now a warrior of the Blood, a full 
member of the tribe.

Dravo replied 'They're never up to any good as far as 
I'm concerned.'

Both men chuckled at Dravos' assessment. 

Dravo said to Vera. 'These two are going to wash, eat 
and rest. See to their needs.' He winked.

Vera bowed slightly, 'Yes my lord.'

Asawa led the way down river from the beach where 
Caralassa was supervising the meal preparation. When 
they reached a secluded spot the men relieved 
themselves of the weapons and loincloths. They both 
waded into the swift current splashing themselves and 
washing with soaproot that Vera'd provided. As they 
scrubbed with the fragrant root Vera gathered some 
spongeleaves. 

She helped them dry off and they took off her halter 
and wrapskirt. 

Asawa cupped her breasts in his hands hefting and 
stroking their firm curves. His tail was curled around 
her right leg, the tip stroking her back thigh.

Roga was caressing her thighs and butt. She gasped as 
his tail slid along her clit. She gripped Asawas' head 
as he began to suck her tit. Roga took the other and 
gently bit her nipple. She was fingering his asshole. 
Roga's cock was already thick and a drop of moisture 
glistened at the tip. Both monkey men were sucking and 
licking her nipples. She groaned with pleasure and 
strained at their touch. 

She knelt and took both cocks in her hands. She rubbed 
the heads together as she kissed and licked them. She 
closed her eyes and savored the taste of both cocks at 
the same time. She became aware of another person 
joining them, a woman caressing Roga. It was Caralassa 
licking and nibbling at Roga's nipples. Her tail 
wrapped itself around around Roga's and removed it from 
Vera's cunt. She kissed and licked her way down Roga's 
body to Vera. Her tongue teased Vera's cunt. Vera 
increased the intensity of the licking and sucking of 
the hard cocks. Caralassa was now wrapped around Vera's 
leg humping her big toe which Vera slipped into 
Caralassa's hot slit. 

She tongued and sucked Vera's clit with a vengeance 
harder and harder till Vera was ready to come. Just 
when Vera felt the waves of lust pulling her into 
mindless abandon, the monkeywoman's efforts eased and 
Vera worked and sucked the monkeymen's cocks till they 
spurted loads into her mouth, onto her face and hair. 
Before she could savor the taste of the cum Cara
lassa's tongue took her out to sea. She came and came. 

She woke in the monkeywoman's arms. The men were gone. 
The smaller woman was nestled on top of her with her 
head between Vera's breasts. Caralassa yawned and 
stretched. She kissed Vera's tit and said:

'Let's get something to eat and some more sleep before 
morning.'

She kissed Vera's mouth, sucking on her tongue, rubbing 
on her clit, massaging her nipples. Vera surrendered 
when Caralassa's mouth closed over her nipple.

Vera thought, 'Maybe we won't get something to eat, 
after all.'

She let the monkeywoman work her body into a tense arch 
until the pleasure robbed her of freedom and dignity. 
Caralassa guided the larger woman's body through orgasm 
after mindless orgasm.

Urolo woke the women later that night. 

'Dravo said to get back to camp. It's not safe here.'

Vera wondered as she entered the camp if Dravo wanted 
to fuck her. The walk had revived her and she was ready 
if her master wanted to have sex. Caralassa found some 
food, meat and roots wrapped in leaves, lying in warm 
coals. She took one and handed another to Vera. 
Caralassa paused between bites and gestured to Dravo's 
tent.

'Listen to him snore! He's done for the night! I wonder 
who fucked him to sleep?' She looked around the 
sleeping camp and laughed softly, 'We'll have to wait 
till morning to find out. Why don't you join me?'

'To sleep?' Vera asked.

Caralassa hugged her and nuzzled her neck. 'Salema 
might be asleep. Do you mind just cuddling up and 
sleeping?'

'No, that would be fine.'

'Good, tomorrow is a long day. Dravo will want to reach 
to the Great Lake.'

Vera kissed her and finished eating. 

Salema was asleep in Caralassa's tent when they 
entered, one by one, to lie together on the other 
sleeping mat. It wasn't long before Caralassa placed a 
hand on Vera's breast. Her finger traced a slow 
sensuous circle on the aureole. Vera's finger found 
Caralassa's slit and stroked her. She felt the 
monkeywoman tense as she touched her clit.

Caralassa licked her ear and whispered: 'You smell and 
taste amazing, I can't resist. I'm going to lick you 
all over.'

She licked Vera's ear again and then licked and kissed 
down her neck, to her tits, and down the middle of her 
stomach. Vera had to quit fingering Caralassa when her 
pussy got out of reach so she stroked the monkeywoman's 
face and nipples. Caralassa reached Vera's bush inhaled 
the fragrance deeply, and sensuously licked the lips of 
her cunt. Her fingers were exploring Vera's ass. Vera 
was panting softly. Caralassa's licks became more 
rhythmic and she paused occassionally to poke Vera's 
clit. Vera gasped and writhed with pleasure. 'This 
monkey sure likes to eat pussy,' she thought. 

The licking continued and the sensation of pleasure 
spread like waves from her cunt outward. She was truly 
enjoying this monkeywoman. Caralassa was humping her 
foot again trying to slip Vera's big toe into her cunt.

With all pretense at being quiet gone, Vera lost 
control. She seized Caralassa's nipples and vigorously 
stroked them. Caralassa's ass was writhing as her cunt 
gripped Vera's toe tighter. Her tongue was continuing 
the attack on Vera's clitoris and a finger was fucking 
Vera's ass. Vera grunted, tensed, and bucked to a wild 
mutual orgasm with Caralassa. 

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