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Space Vixen's Sperm Farm
by Seth H. (1987)

***

From the stacks library: A government official goes 
after aliens who have been praying on humans for 
centuries. (F+/M, aliens, orgy, sci-fi)

***

Archive Note: There is some dispute about the amount of 
chapters that are supposed to be included in this file. 
This is the oldest version of the story that we could 
find and it appears that the controversy is based upon a 
reposter who numbered the chapters he posted and double 
posted one chapter, using two different numbers.

***

Chapter One

I woke up to the sound of the warm summer morning's wind 
in the lavender bushes outside my window. I could smell 
the sweet smell of the pale blossoms filling the room. 
Stretching luxuriously, I yawned and looked down at me 
sleeping lover. Shanna's mouth was still wrapped around 
my semi-limp cock, as it was every morning. I looked up 
at the red LED of my alarm clock. 8:45. Damn. Who was 
the guy who invented work anyway?

"Shanna! Wake up! We've got to get down to the base for 
the briefing!" I shook her shoulders gently.

Her eyes slowly drew back revealing a third semi-
transparent eyelid beneath the outer two. To a stranger, 
this was the first indication that Shanna, an incredibly 
beautiful blonde girl, wasn't entirely human. I've seen 
her use it for effect. To someone who's not expecting 
it, it can be quite shocking. The third eyelids drew 
back as she woke fully. "Breakfast?" she asked, smiling 
up at me.

"Sorry, love. I'm all tapped out. You were hungry last 
night." Her smile turned into a little pout and she made 
her best puppy eyes at me. "Really, Shanna," I told her. 
"It's almost seven o'clock and we have to be at the 
briefing at 0930. You don't want to keep His Royal 
Highness waiting, do you?"

Shanna mumbled something that I think meant "OK" around 
my cock, but then just to pay me back she sucked hard 
and strong for a couple of seconds, bringing me to full 
erection. When my cock was standing at attention, she 
stopped and jumped out of bed. "Last one in the shower's 
a rotten egg!" she shouted and ran into the bathroom.

I followed more slowly, hoping for a cold shower to ease 
the ache of the onset of "blue balls." A few soapy 
splashy fun minutes later and Shanna and I were clean, 
shaven (my face, and various other parts of her body), 
and in uniform.

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Special Inspector 
Steve Carlson, Scotland Yard. Technically, I'm not 
really allowed to be an inspector in the 'Yard because 
I'm an American citizen. It's a honorary title, but it 
comes with a hefty salary and a luxury flat near the 
base in Shropshire. Plus I get to wear a nifty uniform 
(the British always had more style than we did) and get 
saluted by the soldiers at the base. 

Hey, what can I say, when I was a kid, I liked to play 
Army and now I get to do it for real. Let me have a 
little fun, okay? 

I got that "Special Inspector" title, and a fancier one 
that came from the Queen herself, from a little 
adventure I had a few months ago. I really didn't do 
anything special- just get kidnapped by a sperm hungry 
alien bitch who did her best to suck me dry while Shanna 
stole her spaceship.

The alien bitch's name was Kiarra. Her current home was 
a little cell deep underground in a very-high-security 
building on the Shropshire base. Shanna and I managed to 
sedate her long enough to lock her in a room in her own 
spaceship and fly it back to Earth, and now the British 
military was doing its best to learn how it worked.

The reason this was so important is that the aliens, who 
called themselves "the Fae" were stealing male human 
babies and raising them to be sperm slaves These half-
idiots' only purpose was to produce semen for 
consumption by the Fae who used it to stay young. The 
life force in sperm was so concentrated that the Fae 
could absorb it and keep themselves alive for hundreds 
of years. 

Kiarra had been preying on human's for over 200 years, 
and other Fae had been doing the same for thousands. 
They were as strong as five human men and had long 
razor-sharp nails that could shred steel. I had seen one 
slash a man's face almost casually, causing the flesh to 
fall from it in strips.

Shanna was a Fae too, but she was also part human. One 
fourth to be exact. She was a hybrid experiment, the 
only one to survive a failed plan Kiarra thought would 
help future Fae blend in with Earth society more easily. 
Scotland Yard found Kiarra as a baby and carefully 
raised her with a strong loyalty to her human ancestry, 
as well as a sense of right and wrong (something 
curiously lacking in most Fae). 

At the age of 17, they set her loose to find the other 
Fae which turned out to be much easier than was thought 
due to a Fae "homing instinct." She spent a couple of 
years with Kiarra, gathering male human babies and 
preparing to take them to the Fae home world. She gained 
the trust of Kiarra and the other Fae aboard, Vanya. 
Vanya was Shanna's egg mother. All Fae were female, with 
each member of the reproductive pair providing a single 
egg which merge together to combine DNA and then 
separate to create identical twins. 

During gestation, the twins fight each other for scarce 
resources (living room, blood supply, etc.) and 
invariably the stronger twin kills and consumes the 
weaker. So all Fae are technically "sisters," and each 
is one of Nature's wickedest natural born killers.

Luckily for me, the human part of Shanna was kind and 
compassionate enough to subdue her capricious Fae 
nature. It was there, though and not too deep below the 
surface. I knew better than to deny her something she 
really wanted. As we stepped outside of our flat, we 
were met by our driver. 

We stepped into the limo and availed ourselves of the 
continental breakfast and coffee laid out for us. The 
ride to the base took about 50 minutes, longer if there 
was any traffic. We usually passed the time admiring the 
lush green hills and winding country roads with the 
little whitewashed milestones marking the way. This 
morning, however, Shanna had other ideas.

"Breakfast?" she asked.

"Shanna, you just had breakfast."

"Breakfast?"

"Honey, do you ever want anything else?" I sighed. Life 
with Shanna meant love, fun, and excitement. It also 
meant getting your cock sucked day and night. "All 
right, breakfast. Come here and don't take too long. 
We're almost halfway there."

Shanna's lips parted and a long moan escaped them. Her 
eyes were glued to the zipper of my uniform pants and 
the pupils were widening like a cat's when it has its 
prey in sight. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants 
to the floor. Shanna crawled over and rested her head in 
my now naked lap. Her cheek was nestled against my semi-
erect cock and I could feel her breath on it. She 
stroked it lightly with one hand, cupping my balls in 
the other. 

Starting slowly, she licked the shaft from the base to 
the tip and back down again, pausing to swirl one ball 
and then the other with her tongue. Again and again, 
licked the same route until my cock was hard and 
throbbing. Then she stopped and looked up at me. "You 
know. I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought. I think 
I'll skip breakfast today." She sat back up and looked 
out the window.

I was in agony! Moments before, my cock had been getting 
a wonderful little morning bath and now it was cold and 
wet. My balls were starting to ache with the need for 
release. Shanna looked at me and giggled. "Look at you! 
You look like a sad little puppy dog with those eyes. 
Awl, aren't you so cute. I've just got to pinch those 
cheeks" She hopped over and game me a quick peck on the 
cheek. 

She knew what she was doing to me, and she thought it 
was hilarious. I knew she wouldn't keep me hanging (or 
pointing) for long. A couple of quick pecks turned into 
a hot deep kiss. I think our tongues detached themselves 
and took tours of each other's mouth. My head began to 
whirl and I my stomach was doing flip-flops. Shanna was 
one hell of a kisser!

But kissing was not her real purpose. She pulled back 
and said, "Breakfast?"

I laughed. "Okay, okay, go ahead... please!"

Shanna's head descended, and her mouth expertly captured 
my cock. In less than a second, I was fully engulfed. 
Embedded in her throat, I arched my back and thrust 
forward my hips in a vain attempt to penetrate her 
further. Her teeth were pressed against my pubic bone. I 
could go no deeper. Shanna held me deep like that for a 
full three minutes. The heat and moist slickness of her 
throat were magical. 

She swallowed every few seconds, compressing my cock 
with her strong muscles. Finally, I tried to pull back, 
but she wouldn't let my cock escape. Keeping me as deep 
as possible, she continued her swallowing and milking 
motions with her throat. 

I was thrashing back and forth, but she still kept my 
cock firmly lodged in her throat. I was on the edge of 
cumming and I wanted to spurt my hot cum into her 
stomach! Shanna knew it, and swallowed harder. Finally, 
with a strangled cry I came. Semen flooded out of my 
cock in five thick globs. I could feel her throat 
milking every spurt from me without letting me withdraw 
even a centimeter. 

My orgasm went on and on, but eventually I was sated. 
Still, Shanna didn't give my cock back. She kept up her 
swallowing motion for a few minutes, and then pulled off 
my nearly flaccid member to gratefully lick it clean. 
"That was nice, Shanna. Just don't tell any of your 
friends I came after only one stroke. They might think I 
had a hair trigger!" 

It was always something new with Shanna. I didn't think 
oral sex could have such variety, but each time you get 
your cock sucked and your girl tries something new, 
chances are Shanna already knows about it and has 
performed it on my cock many times. She should give 
lessons. I think Shanna's mouth could be used to achieve 
world peace. With her under the negotiation table, no 
world leader could be anything but smiling and happy!


Chapter Two

I looked down at my watch. Twenty minutes had passed 
while Shanna had had her little breakfast treat. Before 
long we were turning into the base. We took a couple of 
minutes to get signed in through the gate. The two 
guardsmen there snapped us a quick salute and we 
continued until our car came to a long fenced-in area. 

Another more heavily guarded gate was labeled "Compound 
W" which I always laughed at because in America there's 
a wart cure with the same name. Security here was 
tighter. We were asked to get out of the car (which was 
searched thoroughly) and various machines took our 
fingerprints, retinal scans, height, and even weight. 
Finally a corporal escorted through the gate and into 
the main administration building.

"Good morning, Inspector, Special Inspector!" The hearty 
greeting came from down the hall. A tall young Army 
Captain came striding towards us. His eyes were blue, 
and his hair was a wispy blonde that had already begun 
some serious thinning. He had the pink skin and pushed 
up nose that identified the British all over the world. 
As he approached, he extended his hand. I grasped it 
firmly while Shanna melted herself onto the rest of his 
body.

"Harry!" She murmured into his neck. I knew better than 
to be jealous. He had been her first love, such as it 
was. His platoon had been detailed to supply Shanna with 
sperm while she had grown up. While the Fae do not 
strictly require human semen to survive, so little had 
been known about them when she was first captured that 
it was thought best to provide as much semen as 
possible. 

Shanna had learned all of her quite remarkable fellatio 
skills from practicing on Harry. For that reason alone, 
I should have the highest admiration for him. "Harry, 
it's been so long. I'm so happy to see you" she said, 
breaking away to kiss him.

"Good to see you too, Shanna. Steven, I'm glad you 
stayed on. We need you here more than ever." He smiled 
at us both and then led us down the hall to an open 
door. "Come on into my office if you like. We've a few 
minutes before the briefing, and there's a piping hot 
urn of tea on my credenza. There- I've meant to say the 
word 'credenza' all morning and I've finally had the 
chance! Come along now." 

We followed Harry to his office. Like every Captain's 
office in the world, it was small. Commendations and 
awards hung on every wall. Harry wasn't one to talk, but 
he had had quite a career. His platoon had been pinned 
down during the Falklands war and he had rushed the 
enemy foxhole by himself, getting hit twice. Despite his 
wounds, he lobbed a grenade right into them, wiping them 
out. Then he refused medical treatment until the other 
soldiers in his platoon had been medevac'd away. Quite a 
dashing young lieutenant, he had more than enough 
attention from the ladies.

Looking away from the walls, I saw that Shanna's gaze 
had focused itself on Harry's bulging crotch. "Harry, 
we're all friends here." I said. "I think Shanna wasn't 
satisfied with just a little kiss for a greeting. Why 
don't you let her say hello properly?" Harry grinned and 
flushed red all at the same time.

"Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint my favorite girl, 
now would I?" He said, cocking his head to one side. 
"How about it, Shanna? Is there something I can do for 
you?" She didn't even bother to reply. In one of her 
characteristic Fae moves, she leapt across the room 
almost faster than the eye could follow. 

Less than five seconds later, Harry's pants were at his 
knees, and his already erect cock was standing at 
attention. How appropriate for a military man. I laughed 
to myself as I thought of her-there would be nothing 
she'd like better than a "seven gun salute!" I'd have to 
arrange it someday. Maybe Harry had a few soldiers in 
his command who would like to help out.

While I was thinking about Shanna and a squad or so of 
strapping young soldiers, Shanna had started her 
inspection of Harry. Her tongue darted around the head 
and shaft of his hard cock while her hands gently 
massaged his balls. Then she switched off- tongue to 
balls and hand jacking him off. She reversed this a few 
times while looking over at me. She knew I was watching 
and she knew it would turn me on. My cock gave an 
involuntary lurch inside my pants. 

I knew what she was thinking: she could get me so horny 
that she'd get another dose of hot semen before the 
briefing. Then, returning full attention to Harry, she 
captured the head of his cock in her mouth and began the 
long slow descent.

It seemed to take forever, but soon her nose was nestled 
in his pubic hair and her teeth were pressed hard 
against his pubic bone. She had taken every possible 
millimeter of his cock into her throat. I knew she could 
bring him off without even moving. Her throat muscles 
were that strong. Hell, all her muscles were incredibly 
strong, but she'd really developed the one's associated 
with sucking cock. 

Like lightning, her head pulled back off and then jammed 
itself fully down upon his member again. Again and again 
she sucked the entire length from tip to base, moving 
quickly on the outstroke and slowly on the instroke. I 
could see her throat pulsate and grip tightly as she 
moved her head downward, making every penetration feel 
as though Harry were fucking a virgin throat.

I was starting to feel quite uncomfortable. The pup tent 
I was forming in my uniform pants was remarkable. I 
guess all the military regalia in Harry's office was 
making my little soldier want to stand at attention too-
or maybe it was seeing Shanna's unequaled cocksucking 
skills being exercised on another man. Either way, I had 
to do something. I took my own cock out and began 
stroking it furiously. I was surprised to find that I 
was already close to cumming. I slowed my hand's pace 
and maintained myself at the edge of orgasm.

By the looks of him, Harry was already over the edge. 
His face was flushed, and his breathing was labored. 
Shanna looked up and they locked eyes in a passionate 
gaze. Harry grunted, and I could see Shanna's throat 
convulse. Time after time, Harry's hips thrust upward as 
he attempted to spurt his cum as deeply as possible into 
her throat. A thin line of escaped semen circled 
Shanna's mouth, dribbling down into Harry's pubic hair. 
After a minute or two, Harry stopped Shanna, caressing 
her.

My cock was ready to burst. "Ah, Shanna. If you have a 
free moment, I have a problem you might help me with." 
Without a word, she was kneeling at my feet. I took my 
hand away from my cock and guided her head down. It only 
took a moment and I was spurting my morning's second 
load of cum down her throat. 

It wasn't as much as before, but then I hadn't had much 
time to manufacture semen. Regardless, Shanna treated it 
like it was a seven course meal. She slurped and smacked 
her lips and swallowed each spurt individually as it 
shout out of my cock. Then she rushed over to Harry.

"Harry, I almost forgot!" She bent down and took his 
cock in her hand. Squeezing it from the base, she 
exposed one last lonely glob of semen. She licked this 
glob away with her tongue and then swallowed it down. 
Then she came back to me. "And now it's your turn." 

Again, she squeezed the very last drop of cum from my 
cock. Shanna prides herself on her cleanliness. It's 
virtually impossible to tell from looking at a man's 
cock that Shanna had just sucked it. Well, impossible 
unless you observe that the cock is limp as an eel and 
couldn't get up if it wanted to.

"That was heavenly," Shanna said, "thank you both. You 
both tasted wonderful. Harry, you should stay away from 
the Indian food, though. I could taste curry in your 
cum, and you've been eating too much fatty food."

Harry laughed as we both struggled to recloth ourselves. 
"Shanna, I think you've just discovered a new branch of 
medicine- diagnosis through though the taste of semen."

"I think I'll open a practice. How about it Steven? Want 
to be my first patient?"

"Yes, Doctor MacGleash. I'd like an appointment Tuesday. 
Do you think you can fit me in?"

We all laughed at the double pun, and then a soft knock 
came at the door. "Captain Thornhill Sir? His Royal 
Highness's car has entered the main gates. The briefing 
is about to start."


Chapter Three

"Shall we go in, then?" Harry asked. "I doubt they'll 
make him stand inspection at the compound entrance, 
don't you think?" We left Harry's office, went down the 
hall and through door and took seats in the briefing 
room.

After exchanging a few greetings with other members of 
the research and security staff who also were attending 
the meeting, a voice announced "His Royal Highness, the 
Prince of Wales!" Along with everyone else in the room, 
I rose to my feet and snapped to attention.

I watched him enter, and almost lost it when I started 
wondering to myself what the lift to drag ratio was on 
his ears. Did they slow him down when he went jogging? 
Maybe they're the reason he keeps falling off his polo 
horses! I forced the smirk off my face and stifled the 
laughter before it came close to getting out. 

"As you were. Thank you everyone," said the future 
monarch quietly. We all relaxed. The royal party was 
escorted to their seats and the briefing began.

"Welcome to Compound W, Your Highness," General Hart, 
the base commander, began. "The purpose of this briefing 
today is to inform the Crown of developments relating to 
the alien craft from the Fae home world. To begin, 
Captain Sir Harold Thornhill will bring us up to date on 
the reverse-engineering efforts Harry?"

Harry stood up and cleared his throat. "Good morning, 
Your Highness, Staff. We have completed analysis of the 
control systems and are 90% certain we know how it 
works, although with Fae technology there are always 
surprises. Propulsion is about a third of the way 
through dismantling the forward engines, but the process 
is slowed by our need to understand the physics of it 
all. 

"We have measurements of every moving part extracted so 
far, precise to more than one millionth of a meter. 
Spectral analysis of each part has also provided much 
information. If anything, we have too much information. 
We've had difficulty sorting out which physical 
properties of the engine components are important and 
which are not. Out best estimate for an answer is 
sometime between one and two years."

Harry continued "The good news is that we don't 
necessarily have to understand the technology to 
replicate or use it. Most people use computers every 
day, but I doubt that more than a few understand how 
they work. We have copies of each and every part, so 
detailed that our biggest problem is telling the 
original from the copy. 

"If we keep the current pace, we could have a working 
engine online in three months. If the replication 
approach works, theoretically we could make engines as 
quickly as we make toys in a factory. Expensive toys, 
however," Harry smiled. "That completes my portion of 
the briefing. I'll return the floor to General Hart."

"Thank you, Harry." General Hart pulled down a star 
chart. "Astronomy has completed analysis of the 
observations taken by Inspector MacGleash. We've 
isolated the origin of the Fae home world to one of five 
star systems in a cluster approximately 45 light-years 
from our sun. If Her Majesty approves an offensive 
against the home world, we'll have to have an 
astrogational team in the fleet to further identify the 
correct solar system. As head of operations and 
strategy, I've had my staff running through scenarios 
for the last three months. 

"Tactical and Training commanders have evaluated several 
of them and we're in the process of separating the wheat 
from the chaff. One thing we're relying on is Inspectors 
Carlson and MacGleash's evaluation of the Fae's society 
and war footing. 

"I've saved their portion of the briefing for the end. 
You Highness, may I introduce Sir Steven Carlson and 
Dame Shanna MacGleash of Scotland Yard. The inspectors 
are the real reason we're here today. If they hadn't 
been able to capture and return the alien craft to 
Earth, we'd all be able to tell our wives what we do for 
a living!" 

There was some scattered laughter and then an 
embarrassed silence as everyone remembered His 
Highness's somewhat tricky marital status. Face 
reddening, the general muttered "Steven, Shanna?"

I stood up and took the podium. "Thank you, General. 
Last but not least, I hope." I turned toward the Prince. 
"Good morning, Your Highness. I would like to take this 
opportunity to thank you personally for the hospitality 
I've received in your country. I've seldom felt more 
welcome." He smiled and assured me that they considered 
me to have an honorary citizenship along with my 
honorary title and honorary inspector's job. 

Hey, coming from an almost monarch, doesn't that have 
the weight of law? I hoped I didn't have to pay taxes in 
both countries! 

"Well, we've catalogued and analyzed over three thousand 
artifacts as well as hundreds of hours of video and 
audio recordings we have taken from the ship. Our 
objective has been to determine what defenses, if any, 
the Fae home world might have and if they have the 
offensive capability to attack Earth. 

"The greatest aid to our investigation came from a 
series of historical instruction tapes. These outlined 
almost 20,000 years of Fae development from primitive 
wars to current technological advances. Surprisingly, 
the Fae have few warlike tendencies at this stage in 
their social development. If our data is correct, their 
society is matriarchal and mercantile.

"Territory consists of trade concerns, and often small 
isolated scuffles break out between opposing combines, 
but there is no centralized defense or provision for 
assembling one. It seems that the enslavement of human 
males is less a bellicose act than a financial one."

"That's the good news, Your Highness. The bad news is 
that the trade combines are armed to the teeth. Each 
combine controls several hundreds of spacecraft similar 
in exterior design to the one we have here, and there 
are at least fifty trade combines mentioned in the audio 
and video recordings we found. But there's a silver 
lining to this cloud: The Fae fight on a 'heroic 
encounter' level. 

"Although each spacecraft is heavily armed, we could 
find no references to actual battles between spacecraft. 
What is common are unarmed fights between captains and 
crew of rival craft, with the victors claiming the 
fallen opponents' goods, ships, and trade routes. In 
fact the Fae glorify personal combat and look upon group 
combat with disdain, considering it uncivilized. 

"The weaponry seems to be, although fully functional, 
ornamental in nature and used mostly to enhance each 
captain's status. An attack en force would have the 
advantage of surprise, and would probably keep that 
advantage as rival trade combines have little 
communication between them. However, I'm not really a 
strategist, and I'll leave things of that nature to 
General Hart," I stepped aside to let Shanna speak.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Shanna began, "I agree 
with Sir Steven. My sister Fae have little defensive 
capability. What they do have, and I beg you all to 
consider this, is a vast and rich culture with as much 
development in the arts and 'humanities' as any Earth 
has ever developed. Their love of home and music is akin 
to the Irish's. Their achievements in the decorative 
arts rivals that of China and France. 

"Their grace and social skills are as refined as any 
English gentlewoman's. I know it is tempting to think of 
them as less than human or just as a threat that must be 
neutralized. But I hope that you can show them at least 
some mercy. The Fae are vicious and self-centered, but 
we don't have to be that way. I hope that I can be 
considered proof of that. Thank you." I thanked His 
Majesty again and we both took our seats again.

He stood up out of his chair and turned to address 
everyone in the briefing room. "Thank you all for coming 
and for this vital information. Inspector MacGleash, 
thank you especially for reminding us that justice must 
be tempered with mercy. You have my word that we will do 
everything within our power to preserve the Fae culture 
and people. Our aim is not to destroy them. We simply 
wish to stop their hideous practice of stealing human 
babies and enslaving them for the purposes of err, um, 
well for despicable purposes. 

"We are sure that we have much to learn from the Fae, 
and not just in terms of technology. Any race that has 
survived as long as they have must have learned much 
about the nature of the universe. If we can adapt their 
technology, perhaps we can join them in peaceful trade 
and commerce. This could have a stunning effect on our 
Kingdom's and the world's economies. We hope that your 
help and sacrifices will allow us to achieve that goal. 
Again, thank you all."

The meeting broke up into small groups. Harry, Shanna, 
and I walked over to a buffet table where some light 
refreshments were arrayed. "That went off quite 
smashingly!" Harry exclaimed "You two were a hit- I 
really think His Highness was very taken with you, 
Shanna." He winked at her in that oh-so-British way. You 
know- when they can't quite keep the other eye open or 
their mouth closed. It's got to be an English trait.

"You know, if it weren't for those ears, I think he'd be 
a very attractive man" she said, almost to herself. Her 
gaze was fixed on the prince. "I wonder- is every ruler, 
really twelve inches long?" I looked at her, shocked.

"Shanna!" I gasped. And then at the mental image of her 
kneeling before him, measuring tape in hand, marking off 
the inches as his huge ears grew bright red, I burst out 
laughing. I couldn't help myself, and when I whispered 
the reason for my mirth in their ears, they started 
laughing too.

"Captain, Inspectors, may I join in the joke?" I turned 
around to see His Highness behind my left shoulder.

Harry snapped to attention. "Our apologies, Your 
Highness, you'd have to have been there or it wouldn't 
seem funny."

"Right. Well, the General has told me that you might be 
available to give me a tour of the Fae ship. Do you have 
some time this morning?"

"Of course, Sir. The inspectors and I would be more than 
happy to show you around. Harry, Shana? Are you expected 
anywhere?"

Both of us quickly told him that we would be honored to 
act as tour guides. The Prince told his staff where he 
would be, and Harry led us out of the briefing room. At 
the far end of the building, there was a concrete 
staircase down. We descended and were cleared through a 
third checkpoint and into a large tunnel. We boarded a 
little electric cart and Harry drove us for about a 
third of a mile to two massive hanger doors. Yet another 
checkpoint, and we were through.

As always, the bulk of the ship caught me off guard. It 
was the size of twenty Graf Zeppelins. Perspective 
seemed to be twisted near it. The eye just couldn't 
conceive of an object that large, so the mind assumed it 
was very close. That made the people swarming around it 
look like they were tiny by comparison. 

For a second, it was as if there were a blimp surrounded 
by tiny homunculi. Then other distance cues fed 
themselves into my brain and I saw it for what it was: a 
ship close to a mile and a half long and half that wide, 
shaped almost like a shark's body, its fins supporting 
the rest.

"Astounding." His Highness's voice was filled with awe. 
"I'd seen the pictures, but nothing could prepare one 
for the reality. Truly amazing."

"Wait until we get inside, Your Highness." Harry said. 
"It's big enough to hold a bloody Airbus 300."

Our electric cart whizzed along for a few more minutes 
until we were near one of the ventral fins. "Last stop. 
Everybody off."

We entered through the hatch in the fin and took a lift 
to the main body of the ship. We showed him one of the 
control rooms (there were five), the slave quarters, and 
the production floor. It still smelled of stale sweat 
and semen. Here, thousands of semi-human slaves had 
jerked off twenty to thirty times a day, spurting cum 
into porcelain troughs to be collected and preserved for 
sale and consumption on the Fae home world. 

The vat room below held thousands of gallons of pure 
human semen in stasis. Nobody was quite sure what to do 
with it, although Shanna was allowed to eat as much as 
she liked. The Fae food preservation system seemed to 
suspend time within the vats, keeping the semen as fresh 
as the second it spurted from the slaves' cocks. Even 
the warmth was maintained.

Harry's beeper pinged softly. "Excuse me your Highness. 
I've got to find a phone." Harry stepped over to the vat 
room's control panel and picked up a communication disk 
(these were used by the Fae throughout the ship and 
could speak to any location or person aboard). 
"Thornhill here. Really? Well that's wonderful news. 
Yes, he's here with me. We'll be right down." 

Harry returned over to us. He apologized, "I'm 
dreadfully sorry, Your Highness. Sir Steven and I must 
request to be excused. The engineering team found what 
looks to be an operation and repair manual for the 
ship's engines. I don't read Fae, so Sir Steven's help 
is needed. I'm sure Shanna can complete your tour far 
better than either of us could. Right Shanna?" She 
nodded.

"Very good then." He replied. "Thank you again for your 
help, Captain, Inspector." Harry led the way as we 
exited the vat room. Once in the main ship's corridor, 
we took a left.

"Harry," I said, "The engine room's the other way. If we 
go this way, we'll only come to the living quarters."

"I know." He replied, "Remember how you showed me that 
video screen thing that could show any portion of the 
ship? We're headed to the Captain's quarters to use it." 
He picked up the pace. "Hurry, or Shanna and the Prince 
could catch up to us."

I trotted along behind him, wondering what he had 
planned. Harry had a mischievous streak to him. He had 
been the first person to greet Shanna and I after we had 
returned the ship to Earth, and when we met him at the 
ship's exit, he asked us for our passports. Since then, 
I had been the object of several of his practical jokes. 
He was never malicious, though, and the victim of his 
pranks usually laughed as hard as he did.

We entered the cabin that used to belong to Kiarra, the 
former captain of the ship. Here, I had spent an entire 
24-hour period getting my cock sucked by her. It was 
agony and ecstasy combined. Now, she was in an ultra-max 
security cell somewhere in the compound. Harry went 
around to the rear of her desk and punched a few 
buttons. The window faded from an exterior view of the 
ship to a nearby corridor. Shanna and the Prince of 
Wales were coming toward the viewpoint, and then they 
passed through it. Harry panned the screen around, and 
we watched as they entered a doorway.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "That's Shanna's old quarters."

"Shh. Watch what happens next." Harry moved the 
viewpoint forward and then through the closed door. 
Inside, we saw something amazing: Shanna had removed her 
uniform top and t-shirt. Her braless breasts floated 
right in the center of the screen, defying gravity. The 
nipples were tight and conical, and placed high on the 
center of each breast. Hers were without a doubt the 
most incredibly beautiful breasts I had ever seen or 
would be likely to ever see. 

"As I admired them, she let down her long blonde hair 
from the military-style bun she used for work. Golden 
strands almost concealed her breasts, but left just 
enough nipple and firm flesh exposed to keep my eyes 
glued to the screen. His Majesty was having a little 
trouble concentrating. Glancing at him, I could see him 
nervously loosen his collar, his neck and ears 
(especially his ears) glowing a hot red color. Shanna 
kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants. Her 
pubic area was devoid of hair due to the use of a Fae 
chemical depilatory agent.

"Um, ah, Inspector MacGleash. I'm not sure what you 
intend to do. Please. If this is some plot, consider 
what you're risking. We have an entire military base out 
there. You'll never get awrummgpgh- ahhhh." The last bit 
of his words were garbled. Probably because he was 
rendered speechless by the sensation of Shanna pulling 
open his zipper, yanking out his cock, and engulfing it 
deep in her throat. She held her head as far down as 
possible, keeping his cock at maximum depth. I had seen 
her do this for hours, a Fae trick which was made 
possible by their ability to breath while deep-
throating. No human woman I ever met was able to do 
this. His Majesty seemed to gather a little composure. 
He spoke "Oh, that is wonderful. You had me worried 
there for a moment, Inspector. Please continue."

Shanna looked up at him and started sucking slowly. Her 
trademark was her care for the man whose cock she was 
eating. Most Fae thought of only one thing: get the cum 
out and eat it. Shanna had the same eventual goal, but 
she realized that she could create unparalleled pleasure 
for the man while doing it. Her slow rhythmic strokes 
were obviously working on him. The flush spread from his 
ears into his face, and his royal eyes were rolling back 
in their royal sockets. 

Shanna alternated techniques. First she used long full 
strokes that started with her lips barely holding the 
tip of his cock and ended with it embedded fully in her 
throat. Then, she bounced her head up and down with his 
cock still deep within, using short quick strokes. 

Finally, she held him deeply and squeezed his cock with 
her incredibly strong throat muscles. From my 
experiences, I knew that this last was the most powerful 
oral experience a man could ever have. I have cum many 
times from her stimulating me only in this way. The 
Prince was clearly getting close.

"Ohh, yessss Inspector. Yessss." His head fell back and 
he gave himself fully to the pleasure. I could tell that 
Shanna was keeping him on the edge. No man came in 
Shanna's mouth or throat until she let him. She could 
keep a man just this side of orgasm for as long as she 
wanted. Clamping her lips tightly around the base of his 
cock and squeezing the head just so with her throat took 
the Prince away from the edge and let him enjoy her 
sucking for a little longer. Harry and I watched her 
bring him to the brink of shooting his cum and then back 
down at least five times. "How do you do it?" he asked 
her, "I've never lasted this long- ever.

"Please- let me finish. It feeeels sooo gooood. Ahhhh! 
Ungh! Oh, yes. Yes! Swallow it all. Swallow every drop 
of it. Eat my cum. Suck it out." Shanna's throat was 
pulsating as his royal seed spurted from the crown 
jewels. She drank every drop, as commanded. When he had 
finished, she pulled off him and squeezed the royal 
scepter from the base to reveal another glistening 
dollop of cream. She licked it from his cock head and 
swallowed it down. Then she used her tongue to lick his 
cock clean. This was the first time I had gotten a good 
look at it. 

"Well, suffice it to say that not all rulers were twelve 
inches long. I'd say His Highness was a good five inches 
short of the mark but well above average length in spite 
of that." When his cock was completely clean (believe 
me, if there's even one single sperm on a cock Shanna 
just sucked, she'll find it and slurp it down), Shanna 
just rested her head in the Prince's lap, sucking gently 
with all but about an inch of it down her throat. Harry 
and I turned off the view screen and hurried out of the 
room to wait for them at the exit of the ship.


Chapter Four

Our ship, newly re-commissioned as the HMS Reprisal 
sighed through space at several times the speed of 
light. The stars, crystal glints of light, entered the 
view screen, cascaded off each other, and then flickered 
out of existence like fourth of July sparklers. Shanna, 
Harry, and I stared transfixed at the view screen, 
immersed in the beauty of the universe. Harry turned 
around and faced the room. 

"Listen, everyone, I'd like a general assembly on the 
factory floor at 0900 hrs, ships time tomorrow. Steven, 
Shanna, since we three are the only trained pilots, 
we'll be taking shifts, twelve on twenty-four off. We'll 
have the other officers train under Shanna until we have 
a full bridge crew. I'll take first watch. Steven, you 
can take over at Midnight."

"I agree with your assessment, Harry," I said. "But the 
Captain doesn't stand watch. You'll have plenty of other 
responsibilities, believe me. I'd advise setting up a 
'Captain's watch' where Shanna and I take twelve on and 
twelve off while you supervise a few hours a day. Both 
Shanna and I can train the other officers immediately. 
We'll get them up to snuff quickly."

Harry sighed. "You're probably right, Steven. I'll still 
take first watch, though. I've got a lot to think about, 
and I might as well kill two birds with one stone. You 
two get some rest and I'll wake you when I'm tired."

Shanna and I agreed that this was the best course of 
action. We spent a few minutes going over the 
instrumentation and getting familiar with scanning 
procedures and what to do if we picked up the life pod 
on screen. When Harry was certain he had it down 
correctly, Shanna and I turned to go. As I exited the 
door, I looked back to see Harry standing, head bent 
over the console. I raised a hand in salute: "Good 
night, then... Captain."

Shanna's rooms were close to the control room. It had 
been a long day and no sleep the night before for any of 
us. I fully expected Shanna to need a load of semen or 
two for dinner, so after a quick zero-G shower, I 
slipped into bed. I was surprised to see that Shanna had 
fallen asleep while I was washing up. Usually, the drive 
to suck cock and swallow sperm overrides even her need 
for sleep. Smiling down at her, I gently parted her lips 
with my hard cock and slowly thrust until my manhood was 
fully embedded in her tight throat. She smiled in her 
sleep and started suckling automatically. 

Being used to getting three or four blowjobs a day, I 
had a full ball sack waiting to be drained. The 
excitement of the last 36 hours had left no time for my 
sexual relief or Shanna's feeding. Moving my hips slowly 
so as not to wake her, I brought myself to a gentle 
pulsing orgasm in her throat. Shanna swallowed 
reflexively, ingesting the thick live protein she needed 
to survive. I left my cock crammed deeply in her throat 
and drifted off to sleep.

She might have wakened and sucked me off another time or 
two, but if she did, it didn't bring me out of the deep 
sleep I fell into. Sometime in the night, the 
communicator disk buzzed shrilly rousing me into a semi-
comatose grogginess. It was Harry, waiting to be 
replaced on watch. I told him I would be right over. I 
pulled my cock out of Shanna's mouth where it had rested 
all night and fumbled in the dark for my clean uniform. 
A few minutes later I joined Harry in the control room. 
I looked at the Fae-style chronometer and did a hasty 
translation into English time-standards.

"Harry! You let me sleep almost the whole night 
through!"

"It's alright, Steven. I had a lot of planning to do. 
I'm dead tired now, though. I'm turning in. Nothing on 
the scope, nothing on the communicator. You have the 
con." He shambled off toward the door.

"Harry, one quick thing before you go-" He turned to 
listen. "Why don't you stay with Shanna when I'm on 
watch. I'm sure she would like the company, and you know 
that she and I have an agreement concerning her 
'appetite.' It certainly wouldn't change our love for 
each other or even our affection for you."

"Thanks, Steven. I didn't know how to ask, but I'm glad 
it's ok with you. If I know Shanna, she would have made 
the decision for us anyway. I just feel sorry for all 
those marine recruits who've never come in contact with 
a female Fae before. I've got a feeling there's going to 
be a few broken hearts around here in the next few days. 
Well, I'm turning in. Wake me 20 minutes before the 
briefing, will you?" I turned to scan the viewport and 
sensors while Harry went to take a well-deserved rest 
(and provide Shanna with her breakfast serving of 
steaming semen).

After a few hours of fruitlessly scanning and listing 
for the escape pod, I went into the room to wake Harry 
and Shanna. As it turned out, I was too late. Harry was 
already up, and I mean that in more than one way. He was 
sitting on the edge of the bed, naked except for a 
regulation undershirt. 

Shanna was on her knees before him, her head buried in 
his lap. From beneath the cascade of her honey-blonde 
hair, I heard the sounds of sucking and licking. Harry's 
hands were holding onto either side of her head, and his 
hips were bucking furiously as he savagely fucked her 
throat. Neither of them noticed me, so I decided to get 
in on the fun.

Taking a glob of lubricant from a nearby shelf, I 
exposed my now-hardened cock and smeared it liberally. 
Then I took up position behind Shanna and pointed it at 
the tight puckered target of her asshole. With one 
mighty thrust, I penetrated her anus deeply. Shanna 
paused for a moment at the same time as Harry looked up 
to see me buggering his sucktress. Then Shanna resumed 
her desperate sucking and Harry once again humped her 
throat as before.

The sensation of Shanna's ass was like nothing I had 
ever experienced. Shanna told me that the Fae have no 
fewer than seven sphincter muscles in their rectums, an 
arrangement which allowed them to glean full nutritional 
value from the sperm they swallowed. When fucking her 
ass, that meant that my cock penetrated, and was gripped 
and released by each sphincter in turn as it rode deep 
into her crack. Pulling out, she clamped this ring-
shaped pleasure muscles as tightly as a vice. 

Only the copious amount of lubricant I had applied to my 
cock allowed me to pull out. Each time I paused with my 
cock deep inside her rectum, the separate muscles joined 
forces, milking my cock one at a time starting at the 
base and working towards the head, squeezing, spasming, 
releasing. It was heaven, and best of all, I knew she 
loved it too. It was affecting her sucking of Harry's 
cock. The pleasure she felt in this rough ass-fucking 
was translating directly into hotter, tighter sucking of 
the shaft in her throat.

Both Harry and I, although veterans of Shanna's avid 
milking techniques and her ability to keep us at the 
edge of orgasm without letting us go over, could take 
very little of such intense pleasure. Harry was the 
first to go, his grunting and thrashing telling me that 
he was unleashing a virtual torrent of semen deep into 
her throat. Seeing him fire off was just what I need to 
send me over the edge. 

I made three last mighty thrusts deep inside her rectum, 
feeling each sphincter grudgingly give way and then 
refuse to let go of my cock, and then I shot spurt after 
spurt of hot cum far past the seventh sphincter well 
into the most inner depths of her hot ass. I could feel 
the tight little cavity fill with sperm, but still those 
tight muscles milked me like an Irish dairy maid's 
fingers. I fell forward onto Shanna's back, gasping.

Both Harry and I remained motionless. Shanna's tight 
throat and ass continued to milk us, refusing to release 
our cocks until the last tiniest drop of sperm was 
brought to the tip and then consumed. With a little moan 
of satisfaction, Shanna pulled her head up from Harry's 
lap and slid forward, extracting my cock from her rectum 
in the process. Her outermost sphincter was stretched as 
wide as a silver dollar, and it spasmed as I watched it, 
lewdly winking up at my eight or nine times. 

Perversely, I reached down with both hands and stretched 
it wide open again, peering into the dark depths of her 
ass. I released it to watch it spasm anew, opening and 
closing as I watch. I repeated this many times until it 
simply remained open, allowing me to insert three 
fingers into her rectum without touching either side of 
her asshole. 

Shanna seemed to enjoy this stretching action, so I kept 
it up as she lay on the floor, firm round asscheeks 
thrust obscenely into the air. As I ran my finger around 
the inside of the rim, lightly touching it to keep it 
widely open, Harry stared enrapt by the sight of her 
gaping ass. I looked up at him. "Hello, Captain. It's 
time for us to make it to that briefing, wouldn't you 
think?"


Chapter Five

Harry looked back at me. "It will wait," he gasped. His 
face was flushed, and his cock was standing straight 
out. Motioning me aside, he took up position directly 
over her still-gaping asshole and plunged his throbbing 
member deep inside her. Shanna wriggled once, but gave 
no objection. I could tell that Harry wasn't in the mood 
for a long fucking. He just wanted relief for this 
massive hard-on he had developed seeing me expand 
Shanna's asshole to the point that it could have been 
used to hold a coke can. 

He fucked her savagely, more rape than act of love, and 
within minutes he was pouring another huge load of cum 
deep inside her rectum. He pulled out immediately and 
panted, out of breath. "That was wonderful, Shanna." He 
said. He checked his watch. "But it's time to prepare 
for that briefing. Have the crew ready for me in twenty 
minutes. I'll be there in thirty."

Shanna and I shared a quick zero-G shower (which was 
unfortunate because you haven't lived until you've had a 
shower with Shanna tethered to you by the link between 
her mouth and your cock. I would have liked to have a 
few more minutes alone with her). Then we put on fresh 
uniforms and made our way to the factory floor where 
Commander Barton had his marines assembled.

Commander Barton snapped a smart salute. "Marine 
detachment assembled, Inspector." I returned it asked 
him to have his men stand at ease while we waited for 
Harry to arrive. When I heard his steps up the hall, I 
turned to the marines and bellowed "Captain on deck!"

The marines as a unit, snapped to attention. Harry 
stepped into the room dressed in naval full dress. The 
gleaming gold of his epaulettes sparkled against the 
brilliant white of his uniform jacket. Commander Barton 
saluted again, after which Harry asked all assembled to 
stand easy.

"Good morning everyone." He began. "I'm sure all of you 
know what our objective is here. To make it clear, we 
are to track, disable and recapture the escape pod 
containing the Fae Kiarra. Her escape in the face of our 
unreadiness to defend ourselves from attack from space, 
has caused a serious security risk. If we cannot 
recapture her, our orders are to destroy her. Inspectors 
Carlson and MacGleash and I are the only experts on Fae 
technology and culture aboard, and our knowledge leaves 
much to be desired."

"In the event we are boarded, I will expect Commander 
Barton's marines to secure the ship by any means 
necessary. If we find we are able to board and capture 
another Fae ship, I will expect each and every one of 
you to give whatever it takes to do so. To that end, I 
would like all of us to conduct daily drills to become 
familiar with the layout and design of this ship. 
Hopefully, others of its type will have similar design."

"We are dreadfully shorthanded in the pilot department. 
When not actively planning or executing boarding drills, 
I expect the officers and ratings to train with 
Inspector MacGleash to fill the gap." There was some 
suppressed mirth at this turn of phrase, and Harry keyed 
right in on it.

"Well, since some of you think the subject to be funny, 
let me take a moment to speak about Inspector MacGleash. 
As you were briefed, she is part Fae." At this point, a 
murmur of "bloody Fae!" was heard coming from the same 
area as the previous snickering. Harry stopped 
immediately and strode into the ranks of marines, 
pushing them aside until he found the one he wanted. 
Coming face to face with the heckler, he stated loudly: 
"Yes, she's a Fae! Anyone else have a problem with 
that?" No response this time. "Very well. Commander, put 
this man on report."

Harry returned to face the marines "I apologize for the 
interruption. To continue, yes, Inspector MacGleash is 
part Fae. She's also part human. If it weren't for her 
efforts, the other Fae would still be kidnapping infant 
human males and raising them to be sperm slaves. She's 
risked her life on more than one occasion, and I for one 
am proud to serve with her. Now, the Inspector requires 
a certain amount of human sperm to survive. 

"We have an ample store, but there's no telling how long 
we'll be out here. To conserve ship's stores, I am 
asking you all to provide the Inspector with daily 
donations of semen. Let me make this clear: Inspector 
MacGleash is not along to provide you with sexual 
stimulation, nor may you approach her for the same. If 
she needs your services, she will ask for them. And I 
would like to stress that you are under no obligation to 
oblige her."

"I have every confidence that you will all discharge 
your duties to the Crown in a manner consonant with your 
prior service and the traditions of your corps. Thank 
you for your attention." Commander Barton brought his 
troops back to attention and saluted Harry. 

"Thank you Commander. Please dismiss your marines and 
we'll continue this in the control room." The Commander 
saluted again and then turned and dismissed his men. 
Commander Barton took a moment to speak with the squad 
leaders and lieutenants and then had a few short words 
with the lieutenant and squad leader in charge of the 
earlier heckler.

The command team made its way silently to the control 
room. When we arrived, Harry briefed the Marine officers 
on ships systems and the details of the mission. We sat 
down and scheduled meals, a duty roster, and the type 
and time of upcoming drills. The ship's computer and 
communications systems were covered in detail and we 
made provisions for keeping each man in contact with the 
control room on a regular basis. Lieutenant Garstins 
suggested we develop a brief code consisting of ordinary 
phrases, which could convey some simple instructions 
and/or information. We all agreed, and then the meeting 
broke up.

Lieutenant Garstins and Shanna took the day's first 
watch. Although her knowledge of piloting a Fae ship was 
limited, it was the best we had, and she was appointed 
the official flight instructor. Harry and I went into 
the small galley we used as an officers' mess and had a 
cup of coffee and some scrambled eggs. Standard military 
fare the world over. "And now throughout the universe!" 
I thought to myself. 

To no one's surprise, the marine assigned to mess duty 
was the one who had snickered and commented during 
Harry's briefing. I expected Harry to give him a private 
little dressing down, but instead Harry took a few 
moments to urge upon the man the critical nature of this 
mission and the need for all of us to be at our best. 
Chastened, the man served Harry what would probably be 
the best omelet of Harry's military career.

After chatting a bit over coffee, Harry and I returned 
to our respective quarters. I was tired, but I wanted to 
see how Shanna was doing with Lieutenant Garstins. I 
used the computer console in her study to open a 
surveillance video view of the control room. Shanna had 
Garstins standing in front of the control console with 
his pants and briefs on the floor about his ankles. No 
surprise there. 

As I watched, she would point out a control or monitor 
and quiz Garstins about its function. If he got the 
answer correct, she would bend down and suck his cock 
quickly and deeply into her throat for a few seconds. If 
he got it wrong, she would thwack his cock head sharply 
with a stylus, causing him (and me) to wince in pain. 
With reward and punishment like that, who could fail to 
learn quickly. 

Garstins was a quick study, it seemed. He learned the 
function and application of each major control in a few 
minutes. Shanna took pity on him finally and after he 
gave an exhaustive regorgement of her lecture on scanner 
controls, she knelt in front of him and sucked him 
wholly and completely into her throat.

Having experienced this many many times, I could 
appreciate what the man was feeling. Her throat muscles 
were working strongly to keep his cock embedded halfway 
to her stomach. She hadn't had the opportunity to give a 
man the proper amount of pleasure for the proper amount 
of time for quite a while. Without warning, she pulled 
back until her lips were barely containing his cock and 
then plunged back down to hold him in her throat again. 

Over and over, she repeated this motion, her throat 
muscles fluttering and squeezing him tightly. Every time 
she sensed he was ready to cum, she clamped her lips at 
the base of his cock and squeezed the head with her 
throat muscles to make it deflate slightly. When he 
recovered his composure, she would resume her steady in-
and-out thrusting and bobbing. The lieutenant's balls 
were drawn tight up against his body, his scrotum 
tautening as his cum filled and swirled around them. 

Finally, he could take no more and with a ragged cry, he 
grasped the back of her head and pulled it even harder 
into his crotch. Ten, eleven times, his hips bucked 
furiously against her head as his semen poured out of is 
cock like water from a garden hose. I could see the 
outline of his cock in the supple muscles of her neck 
and the motion of those muscle as her throat struggled 
to swallow his copious load. In a few minutes, his 
pleasure subsided and he released her head. 

Shanna, always eager to please her "donors" allowed his 
cock to remain in her throat as it deflated, finally 
letting it drop from her mouth completely limp. Few 
cocks leave that hot mouth still hard. After all, if it 
can stay hard, it can supply her with hot semen, right? 
A single shining glob of that semen was poised at the 
end of the lieutenant's cock. Seeing it, Shanna flicked 
out her tongue and licked it off, swallowing it as 
grandly as if it had been caviar at a Russian Czar's 
state dinner.

Shanna looked directly into the camera's view and 
smiled. Of course, she knew I was watching. The control 
panel would show the status of all security viewers, and 
since I was the only other one onboard who knew how to 
operate them, it had to be me- and what else would I 
rather watch? Smiling at me, she licked the last 
remaining traces of sperm from Garstin's now-flaccid 
member.


Chapter Six

For the first few days, we had it rough but eventually 
all of the marine officers and ratings passed Shanna's 
"training sessions." We cancelled the twelve-on/twelve-
off schedule and created a bridge crew structure that 
allowed the newly trained pilots to be loosely 
supervised by either Shanna, Harry or me. That gave me 
some more quality time with Shanna, for which I'm very 
grateful. We soon settled down into a routine of heading 
for the Fae home world and scanning the ether for the 
escape pod.

As it turns out, we didn't have long to wait to find the 
pod. Garstins, on duty under Shanna's supervision, came 
running into the officers' mess where Harry, Commander 
Barton, and I were scheduling the next day's 
boarding/repelling drills. "Captain, we have a blip on 
the scanners. It's consistent with what the Inspector 
said the escape pod might look like!"

Harry and the Commander piled out of the small mess room 
and ran quickly into the control room. I stopped by 
Shanna and my rooms to let her know what was going on 
and we joined them immediately. When we got in, all 
three of them were poring over the console, looking at 
the scanner traces. Shanna shouldered the men aside, 
managing to look like a cat rubbing against their legs 
at the same time. She's one bundle of sexual energy, 
that Shanna. I peered over her shoulder as she ran a few 
simulations and pattern matching programs.

"It's the escape pod, alright." She said. "But its space 
drive has been turned off. I'll bring us along side and 
we'll retrieve it into the cargo bay." Her hands flew 
across the panel as she maneuvered the ship next to the 
pod. A robotic probe designed specifically for the 
purpose grabbed the pod and pulled it to the doors of 
the aft cargo bay.

Harry turned to Commander Barton, "Commander, assemble 
your men and have them surround the pod when it comes 
in. I don't want that Fae loose on my ship!" Commander 
Barton nodded and went over to another console.

He picked up the communicator disk there and spoke 
firmly into it "Attention marine detachment! We have 
picked up the escape pod and are about to bring it into 
the aft cargo bay. All hands gear up and form on the 
factory floor in 10 minutes." He set the disk down and 
looked at Harry. "With your permission, Captain?" Harry 
nodded and both marine officers left quickly.

"Shanna, you stay here and work the console. I'll 
contact you from the cargo bay to tell you to bring in 
the pod. Steven, you're with me." Harry and I left the 
control room and stopping only to arm ourselves from our 
respective rooms, we ran through the ship down into the 
aft cargo bay.

We arrived slightly ahead of the marine detachment, as 
Commander Barton had to form and brief the troops- plus 
they had to take a longer route. The pod, an eight-foot 
high truncated cone, rested on padded struts. No door 
was visible. However, there was a small panel located 
about eye-level for a Fae. As the marines filed in and 
assumed defensive positions, I read instructions for 
opening the escape pod as well as small medical readout 
which I assumed must refer to the passengers inside. 

I had hoped to get some indication of Kiarra's health 
from it, but unfortunately, both it, and another status-
related panel were dead. The only possible explanation 
was that the pod had suffered some equipment failure and 
was disabled. I pitied poor Kiarra, freezing to death in 
the cold vacuum between the stars. On the other hand, I 
figured it probably spared the marines from having to 
shoot her so maybe it was a good thing.

I returned to where Commander Barton and Harry were 
having a brief discussion. "Gentlemen, it appears that 
our problem has solved itself. The pod's power systems 
are dead, and the medical readout as well. In all 
probability, Kiarra's in there frozen or suffocated."

Commander Barton looked at us both. "She may be playing 
dead. I'm going to leave the men on alert while you open 
the pod. We don't want any surprises, eh?" He saluted 
Harry and spun around to update his marines.

"Well Harry," I said. "Shall I pop the lid?"

"Alright. Just be careful, will you? I'd hate to have to 
explain things to Shanna." He left me and joined Barton 
in a defensive position behind some crates.

I walked back to the pod. The instructions were fairly 
easy to read, even with my limited Fae reading skills. I 
pressed the three studs as shown, and a panel opened. 
Inside was a lever, with explicit instructions against 
opening in vacuum. I pulled on it, and the top of the 
pod levitated up about an inch, slid down the side, and 
then crashed to the cargo bay floor, its emergency power 
supply exhausted. Inside was nothing but empty space.

"Empty!" I yelled back at the marines.


Chapter Seven

Commander Barton sent a man in to verify that I didn't 
have a gun to my head or anything, and then they stood 
down from alert. Somehow, either Kiarra never made it 
into the escape pod or she left it somewhere between our 
present location and Earth. Neither choice made sense. 
If she didn't escape, where on Earth (literally!) was 
she? If she left the pod, where did she go? There 
weren't any habitable planets along the way as far as I 
knew. We were perplexed.

Later on, in a meeting back in the control room, we 
decided on two courses of action. First, one of the 
Marine sergeants would be trained on the operation of 
the escape pod and then sent back to Earth to report. It 
would be a long and cramped trip, but Harry felt it 
vital that a search for Kiarra be started immediately on 
Earth. Second, we would begin searching back along our 
path for indications that Kiarra had jettisoned or been 
rescued.

Harry stood after giving his consent to the new plan. 
"Very good. Commander, please have your sergeant report 
to Shanna immediately for training. He leaves in 8 
hours, regardless of how much or little he knows. I want 
at least four 'repel-boarders' drills per day until 
further notice as well. If she's somehow hitched a ride, 
they'll know we're out here too."

"What about gunnery practice?" I asked, "None of us 
really have any experience with the weapons systems. 
Powerful as they are, they're mostly for show." (The Fae 
rarely have space-to-space battles, instead preferring 
to fight it out Fae-to-Fae in unarmed combat). "If we're 
counting on using the guns to gain the element of 
surprise, we'd better know what we're doing."

"Agreed," Harry said. "You and I will stay here and 
train ourselves in their use and then when we're 
proficient, we'll train others." We discussed a few more 
items and then broke up the meeting to get into action.

The next few days passed in a blur. If I wasn't at the 
controls actually piloting the ship, I was with Harry 
learning the nuances of firing the ship's guns. I was 
amazed at the fire power these little spacecraft 
carried. If our estimations were correct, they could 
take out a small asteroid with ease. Shanna handled the 
schedule better than anyone else aboard. 

When time permitted, she would spend the night with me, 
sucking me off to sleep. I don't even remember cumming, 
although I'm as sure I came as I am that Shanna 
swallowed it all. Most nights, she just held my hard 
cock in her throat all night, sometimes sucking hard, 
sometimes just resting there. We didn't speak much since 
it's difficult for her to communicate and give head at 
the same time.

Harry was clearly under a lot of stress as well. The 
strain of being captain took its toll. Shanna tried to 
keep him relaxed with at least one daily blowjob, but 
even still he had a haggard look to him. I walked in on 
him and Shanna once. He had collapsed on top of her with 
his just-spent cock still lodged deeply in her asshole. 

Looking back at me, Shanna said "Shhhh. I think he fell 
asleep. Let's let him get a few hours rest, OK?" I 
quickly and quietly left the room and Harry didn't wake 
up (or withdraw his cock from her anus) for 10 hours 
straight.

With all the pilots trained, Shanna had less to do than 
Harry or I did. She spent a lot of time down in crew's 
quarters, and it was easy to guess what she was doing. I 
went down there a couple of times to see her in action. 
The marines had an area of the old sperm slaves' factory 
floor sectioned off to serve as a ward room and briefing 
area. They held their formations there and had a TV with 
a VCR and some movies to watch. Typically, the movies 
were of the triple-X type.

When I went down there, the marines were usually sitting 
in a circle on folding chairs. I think they had an 
arrangement where one platoon would be there on one day, 
and the other on the next. Shanna was usually in the 
middle on her hands and knees, and one man would be in 
front of her getting his cock sucked and another behind 
her fucking her ass. Shanna wasn't into vaginal fucking, 
except with me. 

One day, a big marine corporal named Cooper had a video 
camera and was recording the session. I didn't have the 
heart to tell him that I had been taping each of her 
many blowjobs since the beginning. Shanna's face and ass 
were stuffed to the limit with huge marine cocks, and 
there were about 15 other men in the chairs beating off 
slowly. How ironic, I thought: this used to be a factory 
floor where men beat off to supply the Fae with semen. 
Now, it's pretty much the same thing, except that the 
men seem to enjoy it this time.

Shanna wasn't trying to do anything fancy here. Just a 
healthy and hearty sucking action on the cock in front 
of her and a vise-tight rectum squeeze on the cock in 
her ass. Cooper kept a steady close-up on her face, 
sometimes switching to show the massive cock invading 
her nether hole. It didn't take her long to finish the 
first guy off. I guess Cooper had a bit of latent porno 
director in him, because he made sure the marine pulled 
his cock out of Shanna's mouth and spurt his cum all 
over her face. 

Either the guy had been saving semen up for a week or 
Shanna had given him a better blowjob than I had thought 
because the cum spurted like ketchup from a plastic 
squeeze bottle. Her face was coated.

Shanna tried to wipe the cum off her face, but Cooper 
told her not to. She grinned through cum-soaked teeth 
and then motioned to the next marine to take his place. 
Meanwhile, the man grinding her asshole had cum, again 
pulling out to spurt thick ropes down her spasming 
sphincter. Cooper got it all on tape, and another marine 
took the spent soldier's place.

Marine after marine popped off either on her face or 
into her rectum. Semen pooled on the floor around her 
and filled her ass to brimming. Each time a man pulled 
out of her anus, it would wink open and closed 
repeatedly, sometimes spitting a little glob of cum out 
to drip down past her crack and onto the floor. Shanna, 
in between deep-throating her marines, would stretch her 
neck down to the floor and lick the cum that had spilled 
there. Her face was coated in cum which formed a milky 
white mask gluing her eyelids shut together. Every once 
in a while, she would run her fingers across her face to 
scoop up and consume the cum coating it.

Although I had been there over an hour, neither her 
appetite nor her ability to please the platoon of 
marines had flagged. She was sucking as strongly as when 
she had begun. When all of them had had a turn at either 
her face or her ass, Cooper had them line up by one of 
the old "milking" troughs. These troughs were part of 
the old sperm slave factory. The lined the whole floor. 

The sperm slaves, most of whom started their lives as 
male children stolen by the Fae, would stand naked in 
front of the troughs and jack off as many as 30 times a 
day. Hormone injections and additives in the slop the 
Fae called their food allowed them to not only ejaculate 
often but copiously. 

Some sperm slaves could fill a brandy snifter with their 
cum. The marines, however, did not have the advantage of 
hormone treatments. Cooper had them lined up jacking off 
into the trough. Most did their best, although Shanna 
had drained them pretty thoroughly. Spurt after spurt of 
smelly semen shot into the trough, sliding down its 
nearly frictionless center into the collection jar at 
its end.

After about another half hour, all the marines (at all 
those who could) had ejaculated into the trough. Inside 
the clear glass collection jar was about a cup and a 
half of thick semen. Cooper unscrewed the jar from the 
trough and brought it over to Shanna. She licked her 
lips appreciatively, but Cooper had other ideas. Handing 
the jar over to another (exhausted) marine, Cooper gave 
his full attention to Shanna's upraised ass. 

Using fingers from both hands, he teased it open, 
widening it enough that he could have dropped a ping 
pong ball in without touching her anal rim. He let it 
close a few times and then stretched it open again and 
again. Soon, her sphincter was fully dilated and stayed 
wide open of its own accord. Cooper took the jar full of 
marine semen back and, camera zoomed in on Shanna's 
relaxed wide-open asshole, poured about a fourth of the 
cum into her hole. 

Her rectum filled almost to the rim, and you could see 
the semen just about to spill over. Cooper flicked her 
anus with his fingernail, causing it to regain its 
original tightness and snap shut, trapping about half a 
cup of semen inside.

Cooper then produced a spoon out of somewhere and began 
feeding the cum to Shanna spoonful by spoonful. She 
licked her lips between feedings and sighed when it 
appeared that the cup of semen was about to be 
completely empty. Cooper poured the last few tablespoons 
full directly into her waiting mouth and then allowed 
her to lick the jar clean. 

Shanna repaid him by giving him a quick rough blowjob 
which only took a minute because he had been too busy 
directing to take advantage of the festivities. He blew 
his load deep in her throat (or at least I assume he did 
by the look on his face- men don't typically fake 
orgasms. Why would we?). Shanna sucked him dry twice 
before letting his cock out of her throat. 

Apparently, he forgot his admonishment to his cohorts to 
pull out and spray cum on Shanna's face because she 
swallowed it all directly from the source. What the 
hell, she deserved it. She had just put on one hell of a 
show. When supplying the ship, I had been the one to 
suggest a video camera, so I knew there was enough tape 
to film close to a month's activities straight. 

It looked like I'd have to ration the tape that was used 
for "recreational" events.


Chapter Eight

When all the filming was done and Shanna had taken 
extreme care to ensure that all cocks nearby were 
completely drained and painstakingly clean, I withdrew 
into the shadows and returned to the rooms I shared with 
Shanna. She must have known I was watching because she 
didn't bother to get dressed before coming in and she 
was still coated with cum. Cum matted her hair and 
crusted white all over her face. She looked happy and 
tired, so I didn't really mind.

"Enjoy yourself?" I asked, smiling.

"I might ask you the same question," she replied. "I saw 
you watching.

Why didn't you join in the fun?"

"Oh, I thought the marines might not be as inventive if 
I was there. They still consider us to be something 
between live-in lovers and an old married couple. That 
bit where he filled your asshole with cum, now that was 
something. I almost shot in my shorts!"

Shanna laughed. "Believe me, Stephen, nobody was more 
surprised than I was. I've had to really clench to keep 
it in."

It looked like she was going to have to keep on 
clenching because just at that second the intercom 
system came on "SHIP SIGHTED. PREPARE TO BOARD OR REPEL 
BOARDERS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REPEAT, NOT A DRILL. SHIP 
SIGHTED. PREPARE TO BOARD OR REPEL BOARDERS. ALL FLIGHT 
OFFICERS REPORT TO CONTROL ROOM IMMEDIATELY."

We looked at each other. Shanna was completely naked. 
She hadn't bothered to put clothes on to come up to our 
rooms. I was still half-dressed, anticipating a 
monumental blowjob (needing it too, after seeing those 
marines go to town on her asshole). Neither of us 
bothered to do anything about it. We rushed next door to 
the control room. Harry and Commander Barton were 
hovering over the control panel. They looked up briefly 
and then quickly looked again.

Shanna must have been a sight. Her long wavy blonde hair 
was matted to her face by dried globs of cum. Her back 
and ass were coated as well, and a long line of dried 
cum trailed down one leg. Her hairless pussy (Fae did 
not have pussy hair, just a human looking mound and slit 
in the usual places) was smeared with the semen which 
had dripped past it a few minutes ago. I have to give 
Harry and the Commander credit, though. After giving her 
cum-dipped body a generous look or two, they were all 
business.

"There it is. Right there in the monitor," Harry said, 
pointing to a blip on the long-range scanners. I had to 
strain my eyes to focus on it, but when I did I could 
see he was right. Given its size, speed, and range, it 
had to be a Fae ship. No astronomical phenomenon moved 
like that. "We aren't able to determine its destination 
from the scant information we have, but I think we can 
intercept."

"How soon?" I asked. "Will we have time to prepare to 
board?"

"I think so," Harry answered. "I'd rather just blow them 
out of the vacuum, but it would mean so much to our 
efforts if we had two ships to work on."

Just then, one of the Marine lieutenants burst into the 
control room. "Sir, all marines briefed and in 
positions!" he reported. His salute wobbled a bit, as he 
lost concentration while his eyes locked onto Shanna's 
cum coated body. He ripped his gaze away and stiffened 
his posture (and tried to un-stiffen his growing 
erection). "All corridors cleared and entrances are 
blocked as well, sir."

Commander Barton returned his salute. "Very good. Tell 
the men to stand at ready. We have another Fae vessel in 
sight and we are going to attempt to intercept. Assemble 
the officers in..." he glanced at Harry, "fifteen 
minutes, sir?" Harry nodded. "Very well. Assembly in 
fifteen minutes."

While this was going on, Shanna and I were trying to 
determine how long it would take to intercept. We had a 
course laid in in short order. One big variable was 
whether or not the other ship had detected us. We had to 
assume they did, so after setting course, we both took 
up positions at the weapons consoles. 

Shanna had control of the defensive systems. Her quicker 
reactions would allow her to neutralize incoming 
missiles and repel energy attacks. I took over the 
offensive systems. My job would be to try to disable the 
vessel. In our training simulations, I had scored 
highest on these systems. I guess it was my years of 
Nintendo experience.

We went through a few more practice runs, limbering up 
for the upcoming encounter. Commander Barton went below 
to brief his marines and get ready in case we decided to 
take the ship by force. Very soon, all was made ready 
and all we had to do was wait.

Harry had been quiet the whole time Shanna and I were 
running gunnery simulations. Suddenly, he stood straight 
up and said "Shanna! Come here straightaway!" She jumped 
up from her console and moved quickly over to Harry. I 
kept my eyes on the consoles as Harry took Shanna aside 
for a moment and conferred with her.

They spent about five minutes whispering to each other. 
I couldn't hear what they were saying but if I knew 
Harry, he was up to something. They both looked over at 
me and smiled, which made me even more nervous. Soon, 
they had come to an agreement, but what about?

"Stephen, take off your clothes!" Harry ordered.

"My clothes? What do you mean?"

"Just do it! We don't have time for you to argue. We're 
almost upon the Fae ship!" Harry barked.

Harry was the Captain after all, so I quickly shucked 
out of my uniform and stood there naked. Harry did the 
same in record speed, and then ran out of the room. 
Before I could turn to Shanna and ask him if we were 
expected to follow or had Harry just gone mad, he 
returned bearing two flimsy outfits. 

I recognized them as similar to the ones I had been made 
to wear when I was kidnapped to be a sperm slave on this 
very ship. The Fae had made me put on sissy-boy 
clothing, mostly loose silks with buttoned panels 
offering easy access to my cock (and the cum it could 
deliver). Looking at them, I realized just what he had 
in mind.

"Back to being a sperm slave, am I?" I asked him.

He smiled. "Well we can't have our mistress mad at us, 
eh?" He explained.

"Keep close to your weapons console. When I give the you 
the nod, attack." He turned to Shanna. "Shanna, it's up 
to you now. Convince them we're no threat. When they've 
lowered their defenses, we'll take action."

We had little time to spare. As soon as Harry and I were 
dressed in high-gigolo fashion, the view screen came 
alive with a face I had come to know and fear.

"Hello, Sister. So wonderful to see you so soon," purred 
Kiarra, Shanna's former captain and the former 
owner/master of our ship. "I see you're in very good 
company. Does he provide you with much nourishment?"

"Kiarra." Shanna rose, sperm still crackling as it dried 
on her body. "I wondered where you had gotten too. I 
found your escape pod. Care to come back aboard?"

"No, thank you. If I did, I'd have to slit your throat 
with my claws, but your bully boys wouldn't let me. Why 
don't you come here instead? Then we could discuss how 
you betrayed me and had your pretty boyfriends keep me 
locked up while you toyed with them. These sisters were 
kind enough to retrieve my escape pod. Of course, the 
ship's quite all mine now. Their 'former' captain gave 
me quite a workout before I ripped her throat out. I'll 
do the same for you, if you ask me nicely."

Shanna widened her stance. "Are you challenging me, 
Kiarra? Because if you are, I assure you only one of us 
will leave the circle."

Kiarra showed her hands, claws sharpened and capped with 
come gleaming metal. "Yes, a challenge. But how am I to 
be sure your little friends won't help you?"

"Try me and find out. I'll bring our ship within static 
line range and come over. Single combat, natural weapons 
only, as soon as I board and you can arrange for a 
circle to be formed."

Kiarra quickly agreed, and we broke com connection.

"Excellent work, Shanna. You even had me going," said 
Harry. "Stephen, when we are right upon them, open fire 
on weapons, engines, and defenses in that order. Kiarra, 
try to keep them from poking holes in us."

"NO!" cried Shanna. "I agreed to single combat! I can't 
go back on my challenge."

Harry cut her off. "Shanna, darling, I know you mean 
well, but we just can't take the risk. There's too much 
at stake. If you won't help us, then please get off the 
bridge and remain in your quarters until we finish. I 
realize you have a certain loyalty to your Fae ancestry 
and even to Kiarra, but I'm the Captain of this ship. 
It's my decision to make, and my decision is that we 
will take them by surprise. It's no less honorable than 
what they've been doing to us for centuries."

Shanna fumed and fussed for a while, but I could see 
that she knew that Harry was right. Kiarra had assumed 
that Shanna escaped in our ship, keeping Harry and 
myself as captive sperm slaves. Based on this 
assumption, we might get the drop on them and be able to 
capture their ship as well as keep quiet news of our 
effort to make ships of our own. If Shanna were to 
attempt single combat with Kiarra, who knows what might 
result?

Within minutes we were only a few hundred feet of the 
other ship. I had multiple guns tracking her, each with 
its own target prioritized per Harry's instructions. 
Shanna brought us to a halt. Harry looked at me, I 
nodded. Shanna likewise.

"Very well. On my command... Fire!" My fingers flew 
across the control panel. Missiles first, targeted 
against their offensive systems. Flowers bloomed and 
then disappeared in the vacuum. Then their engines, this 
time with energy throwers. A quick slice and they were 
disabled. I was surprised at how little effect they had. 
I had anticipated a cataclysmic explosion, but all I saw 
was the metal hull brighten then flare red and then 
begin to cool. 

No time to ponder the pyrotechnics or lack thereof. 
Kiarra or one of her crew had begun to see to the ship's 
defense. My missiles were being intercepted and the 
energy thrower's beams were deflected. I launched a 
quick last barrage as their defensive systems. Enough 
missiles found their marks, and once they wiped out 
their targets, the other missiles were unchallenged. We 
had them!

The view screen came on. It was Kiarra. Smoke filled the 
control room behind her. "Traitor! Traitor to your race 
and to your honor! Is this how you honor your agreement 
to single combat? Well you have us now. Fire and have it 
done. I'll see you in Hell!"

Shanna spoke. "I believe you, Kiarra. I also think that 
if I let you get there before me, you'll be in charge of 
the place! I regret that we had to break our agreement. 
It wasn't my decision. Consider yourself and your ship 
captured, again. Soldiers will be boarding you shortly. 
Give them no resistance or you will be blown to pieces. 
Meet them, disarmed, in your aft cargo bay. Leave the 
bridge crewless, and prepare to be boarded immediately." 
Shanna cut the com link.

She turned to Harry, "With your permission, I would like 
to get cleaned up. I had about a cup of cum poured into 
my asshole over an hour and a half ago, and I'm tired of 
clenching my butt to keep it in." 

Harry nodded and she left the room.

"Well, Harry, I think we've lost her," I said, sadly. I 
turned back to the console and spoke into a communicator 
disk. "Commander Barton, we've disabled the Fae ship. 
Have your marines board through the spaceway we're about 
to extend. The Fae commander and her crew will be in 
their aft cargo bay. Secure the rest of the ship and 
then keep a guard on the crew. Inspector MacGleash and I 
will be over to see what repairs she might need and if 
she can make it back to our base."


Chapter Nine

I returned to our rooms to find Shanna taking a zero-G 
shower in the room designated for that purpose. In short 
order, she finished and had put on her Scotland Yard 
uniform. I put on a clean shirt as well, and then we 
both went down to the entrance to the spaceway Harry had 
extended. A lone marine guarded this side, ready to cut 
it loose if it looked like things were going bad and we 
could be boarded. He saluted. "Inspectors! Commander 
Barton reports the Fae ship is secured and he has the 
crew under guard. He's waiting for further orders."

"Very good. Stay at your post and keep the Captain 
informed," I returned. We stepped into the spaceway. At 
once, gravity dropped to zero. The spaceway, basically a 
pressurized tub clamped to both ships, flexed like a 
covered slinky spring in front of us. We pulled 
ourselves hand over hand to the far end where another 
marine waited. He helped us out and we set our feet on 
the deck, taking a moment to re-accustom ourselves to 
gravity.

We made our way quickly to the cargo bay were the crew 
was being held. About thirty Fae women were seated on 
the floor, hands tied behind their backs with the carbon 
steel cable shackles we had brought along for this very 
purpose. Kiarra stood up as Shanna walked in. "So, 
you've come to humiliate us as well? I might have 
known." Shanna said nothing but started taking her 
clothes off. I stared at her, speechless.

In a moment, Shanna was naked. "Stephen, remove her 
restraints," she said quietly.

"What, are you mad? She'll kill you! Shanna, don't do 
this, please."

"Just take off the damn cuffs, would you!" She shouted.

I looked at her once, and then nodded to the marine 
nearest me. He walked over to where the other Fae were 
already forming a circle of about twenty feet in 
diameter around Kiarra. They remained seated, but parted 
to allow the marine through. He carefully removed the 
cuffs from her wrists, and then backed away outside of 
the ring of Fae as Kiarra removed the flimsy outfit she 
had been wearing.

Shanna walked into the circle of Fae. To see them, to 
see any two Fae, was like looking at twin sisters. Their 
bodies were perfect. High breasts were tipped by hard 
little pencil-eraser nipples pointing skyward. Their 
asses were round globes, muscular but soft. They both 
had the same high cheekbones, the same beautiful green 
eyes and the same luxurious long hair that even Farah 
Fawcet would have died to have. It was like looking at 
two goddesses. At some signal that I couldn't perceive, 
they both held up a sharp-clawed hand. And then they 
closed.

It happened too quickly for the human eye to follow. All 
I could see was a blur and blood flying everywhere. Once 
in a while, they would disengage and I would see one or 
the other of them, arms coated with blood, flesh 
shredded, and then they would attack again and I 
couldn't blink. At one point, they were grappling on the 
floor. 

Kiarra was on top, and had her hand poised to strike. A 
moment later, and Shanna would be dead on the floor. 
"NO!" I cried. Kiarra hesitated just for moment to look 
at the source of the noise. It was enough. Shanna bucked 
and twisted and escaped Kiarra's hold.

They stood there, breath heaving, blood streaming from 
many cuts on each their bodies. Again, at some signal, 
they raised one hand and started again. The action, 
slashing, blocking, hitting, happened too fast to really 
watch, but it was clear that Kiarra had the upper hand. 
One-fourth Fae ancestry just wasn't a match for the full 
strength of a female Fae warrior. 

Then, miraculously, I saw them disengage for a second 
time. Kiarra's hands were over her eyes and she 
staggered and then swayed and fell to the ground 
convulsing. I looked at Shanna. Her right hand was held 
up and in it I saw two round objects. Eyeballs. The rest 
of her hand and arm was coated in gore and brain tissue. 
She looked over at me, smiled, and then collapsed as 
well.

I don't remember much of what happened next. Commander 
Barton told me that I picked Shanna up in my arms and 
carried her back to our ship, towing her behind me 
through the spaceway. I vaguely recall washing her 
wounds and binding them up. Shreds of flesh hung from 
her face and arms, and I could see right through her 
cheek in one place. We had no qualified medical doctor 
onboard (a lack I cursed more than once in the next 
week), so I had to be satisfied with bandaging her as 
best I could and hoping we got back to Earth as soon as 
possible.

I took over a week to repair the other Fae ship, and 
even then her engines were hopelessly damaged. It would 
take her more than a month longer for her to get to 
Earth than our own ship. Harry decided to transfer the 
Fae captives to our ship and keep them under heavy 
guard. While they were doing this, I spent most of my 
time with Shanna. She really couldn't talk, but she 
would mumble and moan and ask for cum nearly all day.

I did the best I could, jacking off carefully into her 
mouth about three to four times a day. I never even 
touched her for fear of doing some damage to her already 
shredded features. It seemed to make her feel better, 
though. Harry came in a couple of times to see her, but 
I'm not even sure she knew it was him. 

She developed an unbelievably high fever of 113 degrees 
Farenheight for four days. I bathed her forehead and 
gave her alcohol rubs on those parts of her body that 
weren't covered with wounds. She completely lost 
lucidity on the fourth day of the fever and then fell 
into a deep coma.

Myself, I was exhausted beyond relief. I had not slept 
more than a couple of hours a night for a week, or even 
left our room except to report to Harry on Shanna's 
condition. When she slipped down into the coma, I just 
gave up and curled up next to her in the bed we had 
shared for the entire trip. "I don't want to lose you, 
Shanna," I sobbed into her ear. I cried myself to sleep, 
head buried in my pillow.

**

The next morning, something miraculous happened. When I 
woke up, Shanna wasn't next to me! I heard noises from 
one of the other rooms, so I looked in. Inside was 
Shanna soaking in a gentle zero-G shower. I looked at 
the cuts and slashes on her body, and most of them were 
actually healed without a trace. The larger ones still 
looked pretty bad, but they were clearly closing up 
without leaving any scar tissue! The hideous gash along 
her cheek was completely filled in and there was just a 
tiny red line to mark its place.

She saw me through the door and smiled and waved as she 
floated effortlessly in the lack of gravity. She did a 
pirouette, arms extended as if to show me her healed 
body. Her breasts, always buoyant even in full Earth 
gravity, floated as if they were contained in perfectly 
shaped invisible champagne glasses. 

Her ass was as tight as ever, and her long legs came 
together to meet in the most exquisite hairless pussy I 
have ever cum across (pardon the pun). Some of her wet 
hair clung to her face, shoulders, and breasts, but the 
rest flew freely like a medusa's snakes. My heart, sick 
with worry from the past few days, relaxed and was 
happy.

I worked the control panel on the outside of the room 
and brought the gravity back to normal. The water in the 
room was absorbed by the floor (a neat trick of Fae 
engineering that we hope to someday figure out), and 
Shanna was gently let down. I stepped inside and hugged 
her fiercely saying, "I'd thought I'd lost you!"

"Ooof! not so hard darling. I've got a few bones to 
mend, if it's all right with you!" Shanna said. "How 
long was I asleep?"

"You were in and out of touch for about a week, but then 
you went into a coma yesterday afternoon. I thought you 
were done for, but that Fae hardiness seemed to have 
kicked in and healed you almost completely." As we 
spoke, I toweled her off, taking extreme care of those 
spots where her wounds hadn't fully healed. "Are you 
hungry? I can get you some regular food, and maybe a 
little treat for dessert if you like."

Shanna shook her head vigorously. "Yes! I could eat a 
horse."

"Well, I'm sure the horse would enjoy it, darling, but 
why don't you restrict yourself to Harry and me for a 
few days. In the meantime, I'll get them to make you a 
light breakfast and we'll work our way up to lunch, 
which will NOT be a horse, unless you count Harry whose 
hung like one!" I laughed in sheer delight to have her 
back again. I walked over to her desk and picked up a 
communicator disk, "Harry! Come over right away. There's 
someone here who would like to see you!"

I hadn't finished setting the disk down when Harry burst 
in. "Shanna!" he cried. "You're awake- and walking. Is 
that wise, Stephen? Shouldn't she keep to bed for a 
while?"

I looked at him. He was clearly relieved to see her so 
much better. "Well, Harry. She's whining for a load of 
semen, so I think that should tell us she's feeling 
fine. She even threatened to suck off a horse, if we had 
one. I volunteered you for the job later on today. Why 
don't you two talk for a moment while I get some 
breakfast? I haven't updated Shanna on our status, so 
maybe you could bring her up to date."

I left them talking excitedly about recent events and 
went down to the area we called our officer's mess. I 
quickly made three plates of scrambled eggs, toast, and 
rashers. I loaded them up on a service cart and added a 
trio of coffee mugs and a fresh pot of Columbia's second 
most profitable export. When I returned, Harry had 
thoughtfully set places for us all. I served, and soon 
we were having a nice breakfast, just the three of us.

"Harry," I asked, "how are the Fae prisoners doing? Are 
we able to keep them fed and out of trouble?"

"Well, Stephen, I'm surprised at how nice they are. It 
seems they're just a small trading concern and the women 
are nothing like Kiarra or the other Fae you've 
described. In fact, they're quite personable and even, 
well, 'nice.' Some of them have actually struck up 
friendships with the marines. 

"At first, I tried to discourage it. But then I realized 
that this was just what we needed: the beginning of a 
truly amicable relationship between the Fae and 
humankind. Actually, Shanna, if you're up to it I'd like 
you and Stephen to spend as much time with the prisoners 
as you can. If we're to convince them of our non-hostile 
intentions, we've got to show them that Fae and Human 
can cohabitate peacefully, and in your case even 
lovingly."

I quickly agreed, and looked over to Shanna. Her fork 
had paused halfway to her mouth, her head was nodding 
and her eyes were half closed. "Somebody needs a nap," I 
said. Taking the fork from her hand, I led her over to 
the bed and tucked her in.

"Dessert? You promised, Stephen. You promised me," she 
said, yawning.

I smiled. "Harry, it seems this young lady was promised 
a certain dessert treat, but it looks like she doesn't 
have the strength to get it out of the package. Do you 
think we could help her?" He nodded and we both quickly 
stripped off our pants and briefs. Harry really was hung 
like a horse, and although I didn't make a habit of 
checking him out, I was a little envious. 

Putting envy and embarrassment aside, I began to jack 
off furiously. I had all my memories of Shanna and her 
marvelous mouth to help me, so it wasn't long before I 
came into an empty coffee mug. I think Shanna's constant 
demand for semen had somehow caused my body to adapt to 
meet the needs, because I filled it nearly halfway up. I 
guess I had it stored up.

Harry only took a minute more. He spurted nearly as much 
as I did into the cup. Shanna's constant oral 
ministrations had worked their miracle on him as well. I 
looked over at her. She had been watching us hungrily. I 
handed her the coffee mug and watched as she drank our 
mingled semen in tiny sips. "Hmm, good to the last 
drop," she said, "now come over here both of you. I 
think you missed a little and you know how much I hate 
to let any good sperm go to waste."

We both walked over to her and let her lick the last few 
drops of cum from our cocks. This effort completely 
exhausted her, and when she had finished with Harry, she 
dropped her head back on the bed and fell instantly to 
sleep. We dressed quietly and left her there sleeping 
peacefully.


Chapter Ten

The next week passed uneventfully. Harry had decided 
that we should escort the captured Fae ship back to 
Earth rather than let it make its own way defenseless. 
That meant another month on ship, but nobody seemed to 
mind.

The reason none of the marine's complained was the 
prisoners. Although initially distrustful, Commander 
Barton decided to accept their parole and allow them 
free access to the crew, cargo, and factory areas. A 
pair of armed marines guarded the entry to the command 
center and officers' quarters. The marines, finding 
themselves with not much to do, quickly struck up 
friendships with some of the younger Fae. One thing 
followed the next, and before you know it, the Fae 
appetite for semen made itself a factor. Fortunately, in 
this case the producers of the semen were more than 
happy to provide it. 

The Fae were dumbstruck. They had never thought of 
simply asking! After all, how many young men would turn 
down the opportunity to have their dicks sucked pretty 
much continuously by astoundingly beautiful girls? If 
the Fae had just been polite enough to say "please" when 
they first came to Earth so many centuries ago, they 
would probably have had more volunteers than they could 
handle. 

But instead they chose to go the mass production route 
which required mindless sperm slaves. True, the sperm 
slaves could produce massive amounts of semen-enough 
that one slave could fill the needs of close to a 
thousand adult Fae. But one man with the right 
motivation (and believe me, Shanna's lips, mouth and 
throat were plenty of motivation) could just barely 
supply one Fae. A little help from extremely willing 
friends, and you'd have a happy Fae, a happy man, and 
even happy friends! Well, it seems that our captive Fae 
were learning this lesson, and the Marines were having 
the times of their lives teaching them.

I visited the Fae several times. Trilina, their leader 
and Kiarra's former second-in-command, informed me that 
their ship had been on an easy trading mission to one of 
their colony worlds. Their crew only consisted of 
herself, another senior Fae, and twenty eight trainees. 
These girls, ranging in age from 16 to 18, were the 
daughters of their clan and were in training to staff a 
new fleet of trading ships. Their ship contained many 
goods which could be examples of things Earth and Fae 
could exchange for mutual profit.

One time, Commander Barton was there with us. "I've seen 
some of the artwork and carpets they produce, 
Inspector," he gushed. "They're simply fabulous- nothing 
on Earth can match the intricacy of the design or the 
richness of the fabric." He looked at Trilina, blushing. 
"When we get back home, well the two of us thought we 
could go into trade together. I can take early 
retirement, and I figure with the bit I've put aside and 
a little loan I could open an import shop."

Some of his men had similar ideas, but I think it was 
the constant oral sex that had them hooked. While I had 
been talking to Commander Barton, about three fourths of 
them were reclining on lounges extruded from the deck 
while nubile young Fae girls went from marine to marine 
sucking for a few minutes and then moving on. 

I have to admit they were very juicy looking. Even 
though I loved Shanna with all my heart, I couldn't deny 
the attraction of those high just-budding breast and 
those slender almost boyish hips and asses. There were 
more girls than marines, so some lucky guys had one Fae 
sucking their cocks while another licked and tongued 
their balls. Every so often, a marine would cum, and the 
little Fae girl sucking him off would throw back her 
head and swallow grandly. 

If she had been sharing the marine with another girl, 
she would share his semen also, allowing the other Fae 
to lower her mouth onto the spurting cock while the 
marine was about half-way finished cumming. To tell the 
truth, I was getting more than a little turned on 
looking at the spectacle of 20 men getting sucked off by 
16 and 17 year old girls. My cock was getting hard, and 
it was difficult to keep a conversation going with 
Commander Barton and his Fae "business" partner.

"Like what you see?" a voice whispered in my ear. I 
jumped! It was Shanna.

It was the first time she had left her cabin since being 
injured.

"Well, err. Um. They are quite cute, I do admit," I 
said, with a guilty flush stealing across my face.

"Why don't you go over and have some fun. It doesn't 
look like your marine friends have taught them any of 
you little anal tricks. Or you can give one or more of 
them a little snack. I'm sure they'd enjoy either. Go 
on. You deserve a little fun, and besides I have to talk 
to Trilina about pilotage and navigation. There's still 
a lot I have to learn, and the more we know the better 
trained our own pilots will be when we start making 
ships."

Shanna sure was understanding, but then again I guess 
turnabout is fair play. After all, she had spent many a 
long afternoon sucking off these very same marines. In 
the end, it didn't take too much convincing to make me 
give in. Those girls were just too cute to resist. I 
walked over to where Corporal Cooper was getting his 
video camera ready.

"Haven't you run out of video tape yet, Cooper?" I asked 
him.

"Yes, Sir, but I had so much footage of Shanna that I've 
decided to tape over some of it for these lovely little 
ones. Care to take a starring role?"

"No thanks. In fact, try to keep me off camera if you 
can. Shanna's pretty understanding about all this, but I 
don't know how she'd react if you ever tried to 
'accidentally' let some of this footage make its way 
into the porno industry. That goes double for any movies 
you have of her, incidentally. If any of it gets 
distributed in any way, I'll just let her take care of 
it herself, and you've seen what she can do."

"Aye Aye, Sir!" He snapped to attention. "You have my 
word that none of the footage I have of Shanna will ever 
be shown without her permission. We all owe her at least 
that much."

While we had been talking, a few of the Fae girls had 
come over to say hello. After I introduced myself, more 
and more of them gathered closer. Pretty soon, I was 
being mobbed.

"What's this all about?" I asked. I was surrounded by 
nubile young Fae girls. A sea of perky little tits 
pointed perfect nipples directly at me. It was every 
high-school teacher's worst nightmare- or his best wet 
dream.

"You're Shanna's mate?" One wide-eyed youngster asked. 
"The Inspector Stephen Carlson? Kiarra told us about 
you. You were able to survive her sucking on you for an 
entire ship's day. Please, sir, would you let us take 
care of you today? It would be an honor. No other human 
male has been able to accomplish what you have."

I looked around me. While I've always held a preference 
for more mature women (i.e. not jail-bait), there was 
something definitely seductive about having thirty or so 
incredibly beautiful young girls hungering for your 
semen. "Well," I told them, "Since you're all asking so 
nicely, I think I could accommodate you. But at the time 
Kiarra took me, I had been on hormone supplements. I 
can't perform like that now, but I could take two or 
three of you a day for an hour or so each day until we 
get to Earth. Is that satisfactory?"

"Ooh, Yes!" the obvious ring-leader answered. "Can I be 
first?"

A wicked thought entered my head. "I don't think that's 
fair. Hmm. How can I choose between so many beautiful 
girls. You're all so pretty. Let me see..." I made a big 
show of looking them over, stroking a shoulder here, 
caressing a perky little breast there. "I know, let's 
have a contest. I'll let each of you suck my cock for 
two minutes, and I'll pick the best first. Then each 
day, you can decide among yourselves who can visit me. 
Is that agreeable?"

It must have been, because the young redhead who started 
all this led me over to a couch and helped me off with 
my uniform class. Another sat down next to me and asked 
me for my wrist watch. A few moments were necessary for 
me to explain how the chronometer worked, and then she 
looked over at the redhead and said "Begin!"

The warm familiar feeling of a Fae mouth engulfed my 
already-hard cock. I sighed and relaxed further back 
into the couch. It was astoundingly good, and I could 
tell in the first twenty seconds that this one would 
definitely be seeing me first (and often after that, if 
I could arrange it). Her technique was flawless. She 
must have been getting lessons from Kiarra. Her tongue 
swirled like a buzz-saw and her throat gripped my cock 
like a vacuum hose. When the little girl next to me sang 
out "Time!" I was almost to the point of cumming. I 
gasped as her mouth released my cock.

"I thought you'd like that. Should we stop the 
competition now?" I shook my head, breathless.

"No, I'm having too much fun to quit now. But thank you, 
that was incredible. Stay close. I have a feeling I 
might need you pretty soon." She smiled as she stood up 
and moved a few feet over. As she turned around, I got 
an excellent view of her from behind. God! Her ass was 
tight. I knew that if Shanna let me, there was a lot I 
could teach this little vixen.

The next hour passed far too quickly for my tastes. I 
should have specified five minutes per girl- no, ten- 
no, an hour! Honestly, though, I probably wouldn't have 
survived any longer than I did. Girl after girl knelt in 
front of me, engulfed my cock for a scant two minutes, 
and then got up to be replaced by the next in line. 

Each of them was as cute as a button. Each of them had 
small but freshly firm little tits that cried out to be 
squeezed (and I couldn't let them go to waste, no could 
I?) For good measure, I slipped a finger or two in each 
of their assholes as they sucked me off. All of them 
were air-tight, I can tell you that.

I came three times in that hour, but my little 
timekeeper next to me wouldn't let me cum in anyone's 
mouth. She said it wasn't fair to the rest of them, so 
she made whomever was busy sucking me at the time aim my 
cum up into a crystal goblet. The winner could drink my 
cum from the glass as part of winning first dibbs at 
eating a load directly from the source of my cock.

Eventually, it was over. The last Fae girl to go was the 
timekeeper. She handed the watch to me and I said "Go!" 
Immediately, she squeezed me cock from the base to the 
tip, milking a little blob of cum up that had been 
hiding in there from my previous ejaculation. Looking me 
right in the eye, she licked it up, rolled it around in 
her mouth for a moment, and then swallowed it. "Hey, no 
fair!" I said. "Everybody else had to leave it behind. 
Now get started, missy. Let's see how well you suck 
cock."

Well wasn't the word for it. She was heavenly. She must 
have had the same teacher as Shanna because the styles 
were similar. Actually, Harry had been Shanna's teacher, 
so I guess that was impossible. But she had that same 
eager desire to give the cock she was sucking her full 
attention. 

Like all Fae, she had the ability to keep a cock deep in 
her throat without gagging. Her lips never got higher 
than half an inch from the base of my tool. She just 
repeatedly jammed it as deep as it could go into her 
throat. The muscles in her esophagus grabbed at my cock, 
milking it strongly. Two minutes went by, but I was 
having too much fun. I let the second hand sweep past 
three more times, by which time I was ready to cum. 
"Now! I'm cumming Now!" I shouted, trying to hold her 
head down in my lap.

She was too strong for me. She pulled off and jacked my 
cock hard with her hands, causing jets of semen to spurt 
into the goblet, mingling with the three other loads I 
had spurted in the last hour and a half. Soon, I had 
finished, and the little Fae girl sweetly licked my cock 
clean before standing up. Since I hadn't had a chance to 
finger her asshole, she did a little turn and bent over 
before me, spreading her ass cheeks wide. I gave her one 
and then two fingers up her tight little hole. It was 
even tighter and hotter than the others had been.

She stood up, my fingers still deep within her rectum. 
"Well, have you made your decision? Who wins the 
contest?"

I looked at the sea of eager young faces, each one 
drooling in anticipation of getting to swallow my cum. 
"Well," I said, "all of you are outstanding cock 
suckers. I can't imagine how I got to be so lucky to 
have you all in one afternoon. I'll remember this day 
for the rest of my life. There were two of you, however, 
who were even more incredible than the others." I patted 
the Fae girl next to me with my fingers in her asshole. 

"You. You amazed me." I motioned over the other who had 
been the first to suck my cock and was the little ring 
leader for this group. "You, on the other hand, " (and 
slipping two fingers into her asshole made her REALLY on 
my other hand). "You are incredibly beautiful, and your 
throat feels like silk. I have a terrible dilemma. How 
do I choose between two such gorgeous and talented 
girls? Would it be possible to have both of you 
tomorrow?"

They looked at each other and smiled. They nodded their 
agreement and then knelt on either side of me. Another 
gave them the goblet full of cum and they took turns, 
each taking a sip of cum and then holding my cock (and 
the cum) in her mouth for a moment and then swallowing 
it down. 

The process of sipping, sucking, and swallowing semen 
took another good (great!) five minutes. But all good 
things must come to an end, and eventually the goblet 
was empty and scarped clean by eager fingers looking for 
a last morsel. I gave them each a last good thrust of my 
finger in their assholes and withdrew.


Chapter Eleven

After getting my cock sucked by thirty or so beautiful 
young Fae, I was exhausted. Shanna came over from where 
she had been "entertaining" a few of the unoccupied 
marines and looked at my exhausted face. "So, did you 
enjoy yourself?"

"Just a little." I grinned back at her. "But don't 
expect anything from me for a few weeks or so. That pack 
of vixens just convinced me to take them all on, two per 
day."

"Well, since you've been so understanding about my 
playing with the marines, I think you deserve a little 
variety in your life. Just save a little for me once in 
a while, OK?" She patted me on the head and walked over 
to where Trilina, the older of the Fae who had been the 
crew of the ship we fought and disabled, was giving a 
brisk blowjob to her new-found love, marine Commander 
Barton.

My watch was in fifteen minutes, so I jogged up to our 
rooms and took a quick zero-G shower and changed into a 
fresh uniform. Harry was in the control room, and as I 
entered he gave me his best mother-hen look. "Tsk, tsk, 
tsk. You're playing with fire, you know. I saw what 
happened-you lucky dog! But Shanna's far more jealous 
than she made it out to be. The look she gave the two 
winners of your little contest was more than a little 
scary. You'd better be careful."

I thanked him for the advice. Could Shanna really be 
jealous? How could that be- she never hinted of any sort 
of possessiveness. While I stood my watch, I resolved to 
find a way to convince her that her place in my life and 
our lives together were not at risk. I loved Shanna, and 
I hoped to grow old if not with her (Fae age much more 
slowly than humans, especially when they have access to 
semen) then at least near her.

**

That evening, we had a long talk about our relationship 
and the future we hoped to spend together. It turns out 
that Shanna really had been worried. "It's just that 
those girls are so cute, and you seemed to have so much 
fun with them. I thought you might want to get rid of me 
and have three or four of them to keep you happy," she 
sniffed.

"Shanna," I cried. "I could never replace you. Just 
think of all we've been through together just in such a 
short time. There's no way you're getting rid of me just 
by throwing a couple of young girls my way." I hugged 
her. "Now don't worry. If you want me to, I'll tell 
those girls to forget the whole thing tomorrow."

"No," she said, forcing a smile. "You really do deserve 
to have a little fun. You can play all you want until we 
get back to Earth, but then let's make a deal: it'll be 
just you and me from then on. OK?"

"OK." I said. She hugged me fiercely, and we settled off 
to sleep the old way- with Shanna softly sucking my 
cock. We were both tired, but I knew I would be firmly 
lodged in her throat when I woke up.

It turns out I was wrong. When I woke up, my cock was 
definitely being sucked, but it wasn't Shanna doing the 
sucking. A head full of little blonde curls was bobbing 
up and down in my lap, and the mouth concealed behind 
all that hair was having quite an effect on my cock. I 
closed my eyes and tried to figure out who it was 
without seeing her face. Hmm. 

She was giving me full strokes, each time taking her 
lips almost to the tip of my cock before descending to 
engulf the whole thing in her throat. That would rule 
out the timekeeper, who had kept my cock deep the entire 
time she had sucked me off. And that swirling motion 
with the tongue when only the head of my cock was on her 
mouth- definitely the little ringleader who had 
suggested the contest yesterday.

I reached down and parted the curls. "Oh, so it's you," 
I said, having guessed correctly. "How about telling me 
your name. I hate to cum in someone's mouth when I 
haven't been introduced." Well actually, I didn't mind 
at all, as long as the cocksucker did a good job of it 
and swallowed my cum nicely.

"My name is Risha, Inspector," she said, momentarily 
pausing in her rod gobbling. "My sister, Lisha, and I 
won the contest, remember?"

"Your sister, Lisha? Is she your real sister, or do you 
refer to the universal sisterhood of Fae?" I asked.

She looked up at me from the delightful position of 
having her mouth wrapped around the base of my cock. She 
pulled me out of her throat (about the only thing Fae 
can't do with a gullet full of cock is talk). "No, she's 
my real sister. We're twins, actually."

"I thought I noticed a resemblance. Are you hungry, or 
would you like this to last a while? I'm asking because 
if you keep up this pace it's going to be over soon. 
You're really good, you know." My cock was feeling that 
old familiar tingling that let me know that it expected 
someone to eat its cum in less than a minute.

She pulled my cock from her throat again and said "let's 
make it last a while, shall we?" She began licking my 
shaft sweetly, avoiding the sensitive head and letting 
me back down from orgasm for a while. A few minutes of 
this, and I had recovered enough to let her continue in 
her former fashion. Again, she sucked me off with long, 
deep thrusts. My body was responding involuntarily, my 
hips bucking against her to try to get my cock even a 
millimeter deeper into her throat.

Each time I came close, I asked her to slow down, and 
she adopted a pleasant nibbling and licking, teasing my 
cock rather than really seriously eating it. As I would 
recover, she would slowly increase the pace until again 
I was close to cumming. It was like waves in the ocean, 
swelling and receding. My orgasm returned and faded, 
returned and faded. In a way, it was relaxing. Soon, we 
had reached a rhythm, and she could probably have sucked 
my cock all day.

But as nice as it felt, I wanted to have my cum eaten. I 
wanted to see her throat muscles work as she swallowed 
it down. I grabbed hold of either side of her head and 
thrust deeply into her. Over and over again, I furiously 
fucked her throat. Finally, I could take no more and I 
came. Massive spurts of semen filled her mouth again and 
again as she swallowed as fast as she could. I held her 
head tightly, her lips pressed against my pubic bone as 
I spurted out the last few globs of cum directly down 
her throat.

Soon I was finished cumming, and she pulled off of my 
cock with her mouth still filled with cum. She stood up. 
Her pert little tits were tight with excitement, little 
nipples crinkly and erect. Looking directly at me, she 
rolled the cum around in her mouth and then grandly 
swallowed it down. She knelt down on the bed again and 
then carefully licked my cock clean, squeezing a few 
drops more from it and making sure she didn't miss a 
single molecule of semen.

"Whew!" I exclaimed "That was great. Remind me not to 
introduce me to any of my friends- a few sessions like 
that and they'll be dead!" She responded by giving me a 
last playful kiss on my deflating penis.

"Thank you. A girl like to be appreciated." She wiped a 
tiny smear of cum off her cheek and licked her finger 
clean. "Hmm. So nice. On the trade world where I was 
born, we never had fresh semen. It's quite rare, you 
know. Only a few trading concerns could afford to deal 
in it, and even then the supply is very limited. I only 
had even the preserved type on special occasions."

"Well, on Earth I imagine a pretty and talented young 
cock sucker like yourself can just about drown herself 
in cum if she wants to. I don't think you'll have any 
trouble finding willing young men to donate their semen 
to you. If anything, you'll have problems keeping them 
away." As I spoke, she snuggled down next to me, and I 
spent a few moments caressing and massaging her taut 
little breasts. They just fit into the cup of my palms. 
With my other hand, I stroked her back lightly. She 
relaxed even more.

Close contact with her firm young body was causing a 
certain part of my old horny body to respond. I thought 
about asking her for another round of cocksuckulation, 
but I had a wicked little thought. "Risha," I asked, 
"have you ever heard of anal sex?"

"Like when you had your finger up my butt yesterday? It 
was nice, but nobody had ever done that before." She 
tentatively replied.

"Well, if you like I can show you how it can really make 
you feel good. Shanna says having me shoot my cum up her 
ass is just as satisfying as when she swallows it, plus 
the feeling of fullness lasts longer that way."

"Is it going to hurt?" she asked. "It hurt just a little 
bit yesterday when you first put one finger in."

"Well, I don't want to tell you a lie. It will hurt, 
probably the whole time this first time. You have to 
learn how to do it before you can really enjoy it. It 
takes a certain amount of stretching to get your asshole 
to expand to let my cock in. But after the third or 
fourth time Shanna really started to like it, and now 
she practically begs me to fuck her ass sometimes."

"OK, I guess I'll try it." Risha stood up and pulled her 
ass cheeks apart.

"How do you want me to stand?"

I told her to kneel on her hands a knees on the bed and 
then I reached down into a drawer to pull out some 
lubricating gel.

I smeared the gel around her tight little asshole and 
put a little of it on my fingers. Then I worked one 
finger into her ass gently. Her virgin sphincter 
resisted a little, but adjusted quickly to the finger 
that had invaded it for the second time in two days. I 
thrust it in and out like a little cock for a few 
minutes. "hmm, that's starting to feel real good. I 
thought you said it would hurt!" she remarked.

"Just getting started, Risha." I replied. I inserted 
another finger and continued fucking her ass with both 
of them. When she had loosened enough to let both 
fingers easily slide in and out, I inserted two more 
from the other hand. Now, it was beginning to hurt her. 
I had the first two fingers of each hand in her asshole, 
and I was spreading it open by pulling my hands apart. 
Her asshole gaped wide each time I pulled hard and then 
winked shut when I released pressure. I opened and 
released her anus for a few minutes, stretching it to 
the point where I thought my cock would enter easily.

Greasing my cock generously, I positioned the tip at her 
now closed sphincter. A thumb from either hand sufficed 
to pull her hole open again, and I pushed forward with 
my cock. Instantly, I was surrounded by her hot tight 
rectum. It clamped down hard. "Oww! It hurts. Stop!" 
Risha cried. I stopped my thrust with my cock about 
halfway into her. Her bowels repeatedly clamped and then 
released my cock in spasms of pain (for her, anyway. It 
felt great to me!).

Soon, she had relaxed enough so that I could continue my 
thrust. In a moment, I was fully embedded in her rectum, 
my cock's base mated to her tight ring of asshole 
muscle. "Does it still hurt?" I asked her.

"A little, but that's ok. Are you going to move?"

"Yes, slowly at first, but I'll go faster when you relax 
more."

"OK, but please make it fast. I don't think I can take 
it too long."

In response, I drew my cock from its home deep in her 
bowels to almost out of her rectum altogether. Just the 
very tip of the very tip was still inserted. Then I 
fiercely jammed it back into her. The spasms as I passed 
each of the Fae rectal sphincters gripped my cock 
tightly, in some cases even stopping the motion of my 
thrust. The spasms continued each time I thrust forward. 
After each thrust I paused deep inside her bowels and 
waited for the clenching to subside. Then I pulled out 
and thrust in again.

Beads of sweat were starting to appear on Risha's 
forehead, and a grimace of pain was slowly making its 
way onto her face. I renewed my efforts, but I had just 
cum not ten minutes before. There was no way this was 
going to be a fast one. It would hurt more, but the only 
thing I could do to limit the duration of her agony was 
to fuck her asshole hard and brutal. I gripped her hips 
with my hands and drew her to me, fucking her like a 
dog. It was fast and fierce. The spasms in her rectum 
were pretty much constant, and tears of pain were 
flowing from her eyes.

I still couldn't cum, though. It took a full ten minutes 
of shear agony for Risha before I could finally jam my 
cock deep into her ass and spurt a huge load of cum all 
the way inside. "Arghhh! Damn, your asshole is tight!" I 
cried as I pumped her full of semen. My breath was 
ragged and my hips were bucking involuntarily. My 
cruelly tormented cock was milked for semen by seven 
hungry sphincter muscles as the spasms in her asshole 
continued unabated.

"Ooh, take it out, take it out." She begged, but I knew 
better. If I pulled out, the constant spasming of her 
rectum would eject all the semen she had just worked so 
hard for. I pulled her even more tightly to me, getting 
maximum penetration. Then I stopped moving. Risha's arms 
and legs gave way, and she fell flat onto the bed face 
first. I laid down on top of her to make sure my cock 
didn't fall out of her asshole. The spasms continued for 
another five minutes or so, and then slowly died away.

As soon as her rectum stopped spasming, I slowly pulled 
my cock out. In true Fae fashion, her sphincter muscles 
pulled the last few gobs of semen out of my cock. When I 
was out, her anus began spasming again, her asshole 
gaping open and then closing, opening and closing over 
and over. It was a good ten minutes before it finally 
closed, and then even a slight rimming touch by my 
fingers was enough to get it started again. I admired 
her winking anus for a few more rounds and then turned 
her over.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked her "Is anal sex 
something you might learn to enjoy?"

"Savage," she teased, rolling over. "You didn't care at 
all if it hurt me, did you? You just wanted your fun." 
She smiled. "It wasn't that bad, but I can see it will 
take some getting used to. Are you going to be my 
teacher?"

"Probably not, child," I replied. "Shanna's only letting 
me play with you girls until we get back to Earth and 
that means I'll have a full schedule. But I know one of 
the marines who's particularly good at it, and I'm sure 
he'd love to teach you all he knows."

"That sounds wonderful. Tired." Her eyes slowly closed 
and her body went limp. I tucked her in with the 
blankets and went to take a shower.

I took a long, hot weightless shower. The jets of 
steaming water felt great on my tired muscles. I cut the 
water off before I could start to drown and then just 
floated there in the center of the shower room, basking 
in the heat. Before long, I started to unwind and feel 
much more relaxed. I rinsed the soapy water off with 
clean and then dried myself with a big fluffy towel. 

Slowly increasing the gravity, I gently settled to the 
ground as the floor of the room absorbed soap, water, 
towel, and all. One of the things the Fae were going to 
be able to trade with us was their wonderful new 
technologies.


Chapter Twelve

I left Risha sleeping and went to find Harry and Shanna. 
They were in the officers' mess having lunch.

"Good morning, all!" I called out as I filled a mug with 
coffee. I asked the marine acting as officers' mess 
orderly for a big plate of eggs and rashers. Gulping 
down the coffee, I buttered a slice of toast and pulled 
apart a scone, wolfing them down.

Harry and Shanna stared at my ravenous eating. "Why 
Stephen, why could you be so hungry?" Shanna teased. 
"Surely your little friend couldn't have taken that much 
out of you?"

"Help me Shanna," I mock-cried. "They're insatiable, and 
they're twins! I'm only halfway done, and I think I 
might die!" I followed this with a melodramatic sigh of 
exhaustion and enervated fluttering of my eyelashes.

"Stop it, you big baby," she scolded. "You made your 
bed, now go lie back and enjoyed being sucked to death 
in it. I have no sympathy for you whatsoever- how about 
you Harry?"

Harry winked at me, "Well, Stephen, she does have a 
point. If you hadn't agreed to that silly little game 
you wouldn't be so tired. Serves you right." Then, in a 
mock whisper for Shanna's benefit: "and when you're done 
with those twins, perhaps you could give them directions 
to my quarters, eh? Ouch!" (the last after Shanna gave 
him a little slap across the back of his head.

I wolfed down the eggs and bacon that were placed before 
me and hollered for more. Finally, I was full. I pushed 
my chair back from the table and looked at them. "Harry, 
I know you were joking about sending the girls to you, 
but I really think you'd like them. They're both smart 
as a whip, and they've got spunk. I really think they 
set that whole thing up yesterday. Why don't you 
consider spending some time with either or both of them. 
You need someone to complicate your life like Shanna's 
complicated mine. Ouch!" (another slap, this time to the 
back of MY head.)

When I returned to my room, Risha was gone. Standing in 
the center of room, hands resting on her boyish hips was 
the girl who had been keeping time during the contest 
yesterday as each little Fae girl was given two minutes 
to convince me she was the best cocksucker of the group. 
I could definitely see they were twins now. 

They both had that same gleam to their eyes, and they 
both held their heads slightly to the side, like a bird 
cocking its head. Coupled with two fierce pirate grins, 
they would make any man from sixteen to sixty turn for a 
second look.

"Hello, Lisha. How is your sister doing?" I greeted her.

"Fine. She's a little tired, so I sent her back to our 
room. She said she had fun. Should I call her back?"

"No, one of you at a time is plenty enough to kill me. 
Are you here to collect your prize?"

"Unless you're too tired."

"No, but try not to kill me, OK? You Fae girls tend to 
be a little, uh, energetic. I'm not getting any 
younger."

She wriggled out of the filmy gauze outfit that had 
(barely) hid her body. Like her sister, she was slender 
but with the promise of fine things to come. Her hips 
were boyish, and her bald pussy (no Fae grew pussy hair) 
was a perfect nut-shaped cleft between her legs. Her 
breasts were slightly larger than her sister's, but 
still defied gravity like only a young girl's can do. 
They were capped by upward pointing tiny pale pink 
nipples, erect with excitement. I walked around behind 
her and cupped them in my hands. "You have beautiful 
breasts, Lisha."

"Thank you," she rasped, breathless from my massaging 
her tits and pinching her little nipples. I reached down 
and fingered her hairless pussy with one hand and her 
asshole with the other. I could feel my fingers meet 
through the thin membrane separating her rectum from her 
pussy. 

I lifted her from those handholds and set her down on 
the bed. Even reclining, her nipples pointed skyward and 
her breasts didn't even sag a tiny bit to the outside. 
Although clearly her sister's twin, there was something 
breathtakingly beautiful and seductively sensual that 
Risha didn't have. On the other hand, Risha had had a 
sort of awed innocence about her that had awoken a lust 
in me that I didn't know existed. 

Risha was the eternal virgin, begging to be violently 
raped but ever pure after the fact. Lisha was pure 
whore. She dripped sexuality and begged for cock in an 
entirely different way. Where Risha made you want to 
take her roughly, Lisha made you want to have her, but 
slowly and thoroughly. I could tell Lisha wouldn't be 
satisfied with just one snack of hot cum, and that she 
wouldn't leave until I had filled her throat and rectum 
multiple times.

I sighed. It would be a long night. Stripping off my 
uniform, I joined Lisha in bed. She looked at me and 
crawled on her hands and knees over to me. Swinging her 
head from side to side, she slapped my growing cock with 
her long blonde hair. As she descended to try to take my 
cock in her mouth, I repaid her by swinging my "head" 
back and forth, slapping her in the face. She laughed, 
and in one of those amazing Fae movements, snaked her 
head quickly down, capturing my cock in her mouth.

Like always, having your cock sucked by a Fae was a 
transcendental experience. Lisha, like Shanna, preferred 
deep throat, and it was very seldom that she released 
even two inches of cock from her esophageal depths. Her 
throat muscles milked and squeezed like a professional 
cocksucker's. 

I was amazed because if Risha were to be believed, 
neither of them had ever seen a human male until a few 
days ago when we captured their ship. In Lisha's case, I 
have to believe that sucking cock was an instinct. She 
murmured, cooed, and sighed as she sucked. It was as if 
she wanted to make sure I knew how much she loved doing 
it.

Part of me wanted it to last forever, but another part 
(just below the waist) wanted to cum and see her swallow 
my semen. I told her "I'm almost there. Suck harder and 
don't miss a drop. I want to see your mouth full of my 
cum and I want you to swallow every drop." Her eyebrows 
knitted as she gave three mighty sucks and then I was 
cumming. 

Honoring my wishes, she held just the head of my cock in 
her mouth as I came, filling her oral cavity with my hot 
semen. I kept cumming and cumming and spurting and 
spurting, and soon it was clear that she was either 
going to have to swallow some or have it come out of her 
nose. "Don't choke yourself- if you have to take a gulp 
go ahead." She nodded (it felt delicious to my cumming 
cock), and swallowed half a mouthful to make room for 
more.

"Don't swallow it yet. I'll tell you when you can." I 
admonished her when

I had finished. I pulled my softening cock from her 
mouth and explained: "I want to fuck your ass like I 
fucked your sister's ass. I fucked it so hard she was 
crying, and I'm going to do the same to you. How would 
you like a hot cock up your rear, Lisha?"

She nodded, prevented from answering by her mouth full 
of cum. She turned around and got on her hands and 
knees. Obviously Risha had told her what had happened. 
My cock was still limp from its earlier exertions, so I 
spent the next fifteen minutes or so loosening Lisha's 
anus. I stretched it first with one finger and then 
worked my way up to four. Pulling her sphincter to 
opposite sides, I opened her asshole wide enough to look 
deep into her rectum.

Soon, both her ass and my cock were ready. I wasted no 
time on being gentle. When I fuck a virgin ass I want 
the owner to know it for a week. I humped her tight 
little rectum like there was no tomorrow. She was in 
agony, but I could tell she loved it. I wanted it to 
last, so I pumped her ass violently until I got close to 
cumming, and then I stopped deep inside her until I 
backed away from the "edge." 

As soon as the danger of immediate ejaculation was past, 
I rammed it into her hard again and again. The rhythm 
was hard and violent. I didn't give her a chance to 
rest, and I fed her rectum hot cock for forty-five 
minutes without stopping. 

Finally, with tears streaming down Lisha's face, I took 
pity on her and gave her ass one more round of intense 
pounding and then shot gobs of hot semen deep inside her 
rectum. I only let the cum go when I was all the way 
inside, giving her a high-colonic cum enema that she'd 
remember for days.

Eventually, my softening cock pulled out of her anus of 
its own accord. "You can swallow now, Lisha," I told 
her. Wiping away the tears from the rape of her 
formerly-virgin asshole, she gulped once, twice, then 
three times savoring every drop of thick cum she had 
held in her mouth the better part of an hour.

"Thank you," she sighed. "That was quite an experience. 
It hurt, though.

In fact it still hurts. Can't you do it more gently?" 
She asked.

"Anal sex isn't about being gentle, Lisha. It's hard. 
It's rough. And until you get used to it, it's going to 
hurt. It's going to take weeks before you can take a 
good ass fucking without crying, and months before you 
can take on more than one man in your ass without being 
sore. Don't give up on it, though. 

Shanna's had the whole platoon of marines fuck her ass 
in a day, some of them twice. She says that it feels 
even better than sucking cock and that the satisfied 
feeling lasts for days. If you and Risha ask him nicely, 
I'd be willing to bet the Captain would be more than 
happy to fuck your assholes on a regular basis. He needs 
some company anyway. I think you two would be perfect 
for him."

"He seems to be a very nice human. Could you ask him if 
it's OK for us to visit him?" she asked shyly.

"Of course. In fact, he's already asked me to introduce 
the two of you. Why don't you go get cleaned up and 
after the evening meal we can all get together. Now, 
thank you so much for a wonderful blowjob. Shanna's 
about the only Fae I've met who can do better. And 
before you ask, I think your sister did equally well- 
you had better technique, but she was extremely 
enthusiastic. Get Harry to tell you what he likes. He 
taught Shanna, you know."

Lisha gathered up her crumpled outfit, started to put it 
on, and then shook her head. She balled it up in one 
hand and walked to the door. I must admit, her tight 
young asscheeks made it a very entertaining view. "Seen 
enough?" she asked.

"Nah, just stand there a moment while I drink in your 
beauty," I replied. She snorted and then impishly struck 
several poses to show off various parts of her body. 
Then when I had taken my fill of her breathtakingly 
beautiful slender body, she gave her butt a quick 
wriggle and then skipped out the door.


Epilog:

The rest of the voyage passed without note. I took on 
two eager and sinfully cute Fae girls daily, while 
Shanna amused herself with those few marines who still 
had the strength to satisfy her after attending to a 
platoon of 16-year old semi-virgins with an insatiable 
appetite for sperm. Oh, we still made time for each 
other, make no doubt. Shanna insisted on falling asleep 
with my cock in her throat, and on those days when I 
felt superhuman, I fucked her ass or throat like we used 
to do.

Harry had his hands full with Risha and Lisha. If they 
were deadly on their own, they were doubly dangerous in 
tandem. One day just before we arrived back at Earth, we 
were alone in the control room during my watch. 
"Stephen, I'm at my wit's end!" he confided in me, "So 
help me, I love them both dearly, but they'll send me to 
an early grave! I need two cocks and a battalion of 
marines to keep them satisfied."

I laughed. "Seems someone recently told me that it 
served me right. Well, turnabout is fair play I guess. 
They're delightful girls, and Shanna tells me they share 
your feelings for them. My advice to you, old friend, is 
to simply lie back, undress, and enjoy the ride. After 
all, no one's ever died of having his cock sucked yet, 
have they?"

"No," he admitted morosely, "but with Shanna and those 
twins around, it's just a matter of time."

We laughed as the little blue marble we called home grew 
larger and larger in the view screen. In 48 hours we'd 
be back on good old Planet Earth. Behind us there were 
Fae starships, Fae technology, and an entire galaxy of 
Fae cocksuckers, hot for nothing but load after load of 
cum. Would life on Earth ever be the same? I didn't 
think so, but then with Shanna's hot throat firmly 
attached to my hard cock, I could face anything.

The End

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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