Sex, the Stars & Princess Simla Page 6

  “It’s all true,” Simla said calmly, “It’s all true and there are potentially hostile aliens and you have to tell all your people about them and you have to tell them to prepare for what’s to come.”

  The following morning she read that Jaip’s brawniest actors had started a militia and were taking training from ex-military stunt men and martial arts experts. The holo news was full of Simla’s stunt and several studios announced they would be putting alien invasion themed holo movies into production.

  “Bingo,” Yaf said, sitting on the edge of Simla’s bed and feeding her toast. “Job done.”

  “You weren’t in my dreams last night.”

  “I was tired.”

  “Elfi says you’re just some kind of con man because Shap’s sensors can’t be fooled.”

  “I never said they could be, you just assumed.”

  She pushed his hand away. “I don’t know what to think. I’d like to love you, but if you’re playing games with me you can go to hell.”

  He offered the toast again. “It’s not something I can easily explain, but I can prove it’s not a dream.”

  “How?”

  “Elfi’s your sceptical scientist. What if she, herself, told you it was real.”

  “Elfi? Well, my friend, Elfi for all her short-assed, sex-maniac ways is one of the most hard-nosed and astute scientists Old Earth has ever produced and it’ll take more than some flim-flam to convince her of anything.”

  “Nonetheless, I’ll go to her tonight and she’ll know I’m not a dream.”

  Simla felt a sudden sharp pang.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t make love to her, just shake her hand. You ask her tomorrow if I was real or not.”

  Simla snapped at his outstretched fingers. “I hope she kicks your balls, especially if you’re not a dream.”

  Elfi Vilek lay on her bed with her legs splayed. Between them was the head of Rek Mador, action hero of many holo movies. His tongue was expertly flicking at Elfi’s tiny clitoris, alternated with sharp stabs into her widening and moistening pussy. His huge hands gripped her hips to control her bucking as her heels dug into the mattress for purchase. The intense feelings that were building up in her told her she was going to come soon and this led her to dig her fingernails into her lover’s scalp.

  Rek pulled his head away from her swollen pussy lips and complained, “Easy, baby.”

  “That’s easy for you to say,” she replied, inched down the bed so his tongue would go further into her honeyed love tunnel. “I’m nearly there, don’t stop.”

  He returned to his task with relish and to add to her pleasure slipped a thick finger into her ass which had been lubricated by his saliva and her own gushing love juice. It was just what she needed to send her over the edge and he felt the spasms, deep in her asshole, that signified that she’d achieved her climax. She slumped and gasped for breath as Rek inched up the bed to lie beside her and stroke her face. “Nice?”

  “Mm, very nice. You have a very talented tongue, Mr Mador, to go with your impressive muscles.”

  “Thank you, little lady. You sure are the hottest scientist from Old Earth I’ve ever met.”

  She nestled into the sheer bulk of him and tried to hold his big erect cock in her slim grasp. Unable to encircle it she took her hand and ran it up the six pack of his belly to his solid pectorals.

  “Magnificent. Have you been enhanced, Rek?”

  “Hell, everybody on Jaip has had some kind of chemical enhancement. But I started pretty big to start with, honest.”

  “I’m not over-fussed, it all feels real enough.” And she gripped as much as she could of his immense manhood and tugged at it. He groaned with pleasure and kissed her fervently on the forehead. He took her waist and pulled her over him. She didn’t mind, and it was what she expected. Most men were bigger than her physically and each and every one of them thought they would crush her if they mounted her. They all had a fantasy too of having a small woman on top of them, twisting and jerking her hips in a sexual frenzy. Elfi didn’t mind, but the truth was she was bored of dancing on men’s poles and would much rather be engulfed by masculinity. Still, there was time for everything. She wiggled her bottom, manoeuvring his cock head away from the puckered hole of her ass to her recently satisfied pussy. He thrust uselessly for a minute, till her streaming juices reached him and allowed the merest tip of his cock head to part her inner lips. She pushed back and a little more slipped in. It was uncomfortable but the discomfort was mixed with an overpowering pleasure at being so totally filled, and she knew the pain would soon subside.

  “Want some lube?” he asked.

  “Uh uh, I’m going to take this monster all by myself.” And she screwed her butt down on him till almost half was inside her. “There,” she sighed, “almost there. No, don’t thrust, let me get it all in first.”

  She twisted some more and the magic of the female body worked, opening her up enough for the mighty battering ram to slip into her as far as it could possibly go.

  She let out a long satisfied sigh, “Aaah!”

  They lay that way, she, tiny and impaled on top of him for a long time enjoying the sheer pleasure of each other, before his big hands cupped her slim buttocks and he gave a potent heave into her. She grunted with pleasure as he began pumping his member into her and then lifted herself from his chest, rested her hands palm-down on his pectorals and began literally dancing on his penis. She moved up and down, from side to side and backwards and forwards, ensuring her clit was getting the friction it required and he responded by holding her by the waist both to keep her in place and to force her more vigorously onto him.

  The pleasure soon boiled up in her. “Oh yeah, oh yeah!” she howled.

  She was about to come when she heard a noise. She flicked her head round the hotel room, but saw nothing. She went back to work when a notion occurred. She climbed off him quickly and before he could complain, scampered down the bed and began licking hungrily at his engorged cock. It wasn’t really what he wanted, he’d been enjoying being inside her and she knew it. Her mouth was too small, or his cock too big to give him any great satisfaction that way but she attempted a quick suck before turning away from him, burying her face into the sheets and presenting her trim little ass to him.

  “From behind, baby. Doggy,” she ordered.

  He needed no second invitation, but was behind her in an instant.

  “Not in my ass, you’re way too big.”

  He eased into her ready hole and gripped her hips in his meaty paws. She squirreled back on him to get in as much as she could and they started the old primeval dance once more.

  Within seconds she was howling again. Her hand went between her legs to her clit, feeling his heavy balls slap against her knuckles as he plunged into her again and again. She came, a small one, that sparked and was gone, but she knew there was more to come. He kept on pumping but took one hand off her hip to insert a finger into her ass. Clever boy, she thought, he’s worked out what does it for me. The double penetration brought her off again immediately, she bit into the sheets. Bt it wasn’t over yet, his thrusting continued and she tried to wriggle her ass for more finger. He got the idea and stretched her further with another. Now came the big one, the earth-shattering orgasm she’d been waiting and hoping for. It came at her in floods, wave upon wave of intense pleasure, flowing through her, draining her, her entire body convulsing in spasms. At the same time, he reached his own climax and she felt him empty those brimming balls into her. He seemed to come for an eternity, filling her with his hot, creamy jism, which leaked from her as he gave his last few, dying, thrusts. His big body collapsed on top of her small one as she straightened her legs. He was heavy and she found it hard to breathe, but she was happy.

  The following morning Simla called Elfi and asked her if she’d seen Yaf the night before.

  “No. Yaf? Why would I see him?”

  And when Yaf finally appeared for breakfast Simla asked innocently if he’d managed to prov
e the reality of his nocturnal visits by appearing to Elfi.

  “Couldn’t,” he grinned, “Would have been bad manners. She was entertaining. She’s certainly very energetic.”

  “You didn’t…”

  Yaf held up a calming hand. “I only stayed long enough to ensure she was busy.”

  “That proves nothing. Elfi’s been busy since we got here.”

  “So why didn’t you warn me.”

  “I didn’t think you could do it,” she said petulantly.

  “Oh ye of little faith.”

  “Don’t start, it’s not as if Elfi’s passions are unknown. You knew she would have company and that’s why you came up with this stunt of visiting her.”

  Yaf’s eyebrows rose. “You are the most …”

  “Don’t raise your voice, Shap doesn’t like it.”

  “Yeah, call on the android whenever your authority looks threatened.”

  “There’s no point in getting mad at him, he’s here to protect me.”

  “Oh yes, your precious virginity as a Princess of Old Earth. I wonder just how good he is. I bet a sniper across the road could take you out and Shap couldn’t do a thing about it.”

  “Try it,” she challenged.

  “You’re kidding. He might be fast but an energy rifle’s discharge moves at near on the speed of light.”

  Elfi came in and eyed them quizzically. “Do I perceive a little spat between you, my childlings?”

  “Ask Elfi,” Simla said to Yaf, “she designed him.”

  “Ask me what?”

  “Yaf is proposing having me shot by a sniper from across the road and thinks Shap couldn’t stop him.”

  Elfi slipped into a seat beside Simla and helped herself to coffee. “No go, Yaf, you’d be wasting your time.”

  “That android cannot move faster than the speed of light.”

  “Never said he could. But Shap doesn’t just react to immediate threats. Every one of his senses is constantly monitoring a vast area surrounding the Princess for danger. He’d hear an assassin, he’d smell their adrenaline. He’d have the guy disarmed before he’d even got the safety of his gun.”

  Simla gave Yaf a triumphant smile.

  “Just out of interest,” Elfi continued, “why does Yaf want to shoot you?”

  “He’s still living this fantasy that he can fool Shap’s sensors and get his grubby paws on me.”

  “There is nothing in human science that can fool Shap.”

  Yaf gave a mysterious smile. “I told Simla I’d prove it by visiting you last night. I couldn’t say hi because you were wrestling with Rek Mador.”

  Elfi choked on her coffee but quickly recovered her composure. “Hundreds of people saw me leave the reception with him.”

  “Do you want me to tell you where you have a small circular birth mark?”

  “Yaf!” Simla shrilled.

  “He’s bullshitting, I don’t have a birthmark.”

  “Must have been a thumbprint on your ass then.”

  “You are no gentleman, sir,” Simla said emphatically.

  “You’re the one with the gall to call the First Minister of Pendor a liar.”

  “I didn’t … exactly…”

  Elfi put on her most professional look. “Yes, Yaf, what is it exactly you’re claiming? That you’re appearing to Simla by some kind of astral projection which is fooling Shap’s sensors?”

  Yaf seemed surprised by the question. “Something like that.”

  Elfi sat up rigidly. “If you’ve found a way to astrally project or teleport we need to know about it.”

  Yaf looked sheepish. “I can’t tell you about it.”

  “Why on Earth not?”

  “I’m restricted by my oath of office as First Minister of Pendor.”

  “Yaf,” Elfi pleaded, “all of humanity is being threatened with destruction. I think that supersedes any local commitments.”

  Yaf looked worried and then, hesitantly, began to speak. “The Riaz are not the first intelligent species we humans have encountered. That is to say, there was one on Pendor, who went extinct thousands of years ago. But they left behind their knowledge, their devices, which we are slowly beginning to understand.”

  “But .. but,” Elfi spluttered, “there’s nothing in any records to say …”

  “Our current political accord hasn’t always been in place and my predecessors in office decided to keep all knowledge of the ancient Pendorans a secret.”

  “This is all very interesting,” Simla interjected, “but does this mean I’m still a virgin or not?”

  “Quiet!” Elfi ordered and the Princess slumped sulkily.

  “Can these ancient Pendoran devices be duplicated?” Elfi asked Yaf.

  Yaf pulled open his shirt and revealed a small, circular amulet, no bigger than a coin. “This is what I use to do the projecting. It’s triggered by a button on the back and there’s only a few of them. We still haven’t figured out how they work.”

  “But an army of astral projectors,” Elfi said enthusiastically, “soldiers who could appear from nowhere.”

  “We can’t take weapons. No objects, in fact. Not even clothes. And not very far, a few hundred metres maybe.”

  Simla remembered that Yaf had always been naked when he’d come to her. “A naked human is going to pose no kind of challenge to a Riaz.”

  “But the technology behind it,” Elfi was like an excited child. “Your scientists must have investigated, done experiments. What did they discover?”

  “You’d need to ask them, I’m just a dumb politician. But what I’ve told you is one of our most closely guarded secrets and I expect you to keep it until I get permission from the President to go public.”

  “I still don’t understand,” Simla insisted, “Did Yaf visit me? Did we do the dirty deed?”

  Elfi grinned. “Your honour, little sister, could be debated scientifically, morally and legally, and still leave you looking like either the whore of Babylon or the virgin Queen.”

  In every way but physically, Simla stamped her foot. “That’s not acceptable. The honour of a Princess of Old Earth is too valuable to be in doubt.”

  “Easy with the tantrums, Simla,” Yaf said, “You’ve got me breaking solemn oaths, so I think you can loosen up.”

  Elfi stood up. “I need to go back to Pendor, talk to your scientists. This is too important to be ignored. If we could master these technologies we needn’t fear anybody.”

  “But I wanted you on the trip,” Simla complained.

  “I’ve delivered my message to you, from here on in I’d just be a passenger.”

  “But you haven’t fixed Shap.”

  “Shap’s defunct if Yaf can do what he claims.”

  Yaf looked puzzled. “What’s wrong with him?”

  It was Simla’s turn to look shamefaced. “His programme’s faulty. He won’t accept anybody as my mate.”

  Yaf laughed. “Maybe you are destined to die the virgin queen.”

  Simla still hadn’t taken onboard Yaf’s confession and wondered how it squared with her physically. Did making love with someone who was astrally projected count as sex? She needed time.

  “Do you want to go back to Pendor with Elfi?” she asked Yaf. “After my little demonstration I don’t think I’ll need your backing on the rest of the tour.”

  Yaf leant back on his chair and gave a little sigh. “I’d like to stay with you because I don’t think the job’s done. I also hope to make love to you properly despite Shap’s best efforts.”

  “That was the lousiest proposal I ever heard,” Elfi said wryly.

  “Will you stop doing that astral thing for now?” Simla asked, “I need to get my head straight.”

  “Of course. I only did it to prove Shap wasn’t infallible.”

  “In which case I’d welcome your company. I thought I had political savvy, but you leave me standing.”

  “So, where next?”

  “Halven. They have the closest thing left to a militar
y establishment among the Twelve worlds.”

  “Yeah, and too proud of it by far. They’re going to be hard to convince.”

  Elfi hurried off to pack her bags before making her way to the Robin for her star skipper and returning to Pendor, leaving Simla and Yaf alone.

  “So,” Simla asked flirtatiously, “any other superpowers these ancient Pendorans have left you that I should know about?”

  “The power to make beautiful women fall in love with me.”

  She tilted her chin upward. “I may not be in love with you. It might just have been an infatuation.”

  “I shall complain to their ancient bones, they guaranteed love.”

  She pulled him from his chair. “We have to get back to the Robin too. We might as well share the shuttle up with Elfi.”

  VII

  Captain Thrane snuffled into his walrus moustache. “Must admit, not looking forward to taking the Robin into Halven space. She’s a tough old tub, but 50 years out of date and she’s going to look shabby up against their navy patrols.”

  “It’s hardly a navy,” Simla replied, “They’ve only got 20 ships and most of them aren’t much younger than the Robin.”

  “Ah, but refitted regularly and maintained.”

  “That’ll be a criticism of me then,” Yaf said.

  “Not personally, Yaf,” the Captain said, “But you must admit you politicians have kept us on a tight budget.”

  “Because we didn’t have any need for flashy navies then. But you watch now. And I can see an Admiral Thrane in the offing, Ripos.”

  “No, no, I’m sitting behind no desk. It’s the bridge of a starship for me.”

  “I think some braid would suit your epaulettes ,” Simla simpered, stroking his shoulders.

  “Don’t you flirt with me, young lady. Princess of Old Earth or no’, I’m the master on this ship.” The Captain turned to a holo monitor, pretending something urgently required his attention.

  “It occurs to me,” Yaf said, “that an army of your Shaps would prove a match for these Riaz.”

  “God, you’re slow today,” Simla answered, “We thought of that from the start, but Elfi says it took ten years to develop one Shap and even putting him into mass production might take an age. We might not have that much time. But it’s in hand.”