Scent of Orion

The Scent of Orion

The tongue travels to distant planets unknown. Stars unseen to the eye, only felt by the wetness of her essence. As a Captain ready, to harness the rich resources of desire, I open the skies of her legs and journey to the source of undiscovered land. The scent of womanhood draws me closer to my objective. The unknown taste, not yet engaged. I slow to a throbbing impulse drive, to feel the solar warmth of her body. I become overwhelmed as the magnetic gravity of her lust becomes clear.
The tongue engages in slow movement, as it lightly docks upon her entrance. A perfect landing has been attained. The Captain orders careful stroking of the tongue. As the tongue enters, it becomes moistened by her moon, a small planet, in need of attention. The Captain allows for anticipation. A warp drive occurs. He must place all his forward thrust into her tunnel. The tongue begins massive strokes of licking and sucking. The pelvic thrust is proof, he is correct. She thrust forward as the tongue brings her to the first celestial shaking. Her hunger is made so by the Captain. He gives an order to increase power.
The tongue melds into her mind, as she reaches orgasmic pleasure. Her world is rocked. She reaches rivers of flowing magma. Hot to the touch, yet, soothing to the tongue. The tongue becomes one with her, as she is pleasured by the suction devices within the tongue. The tongue becomes an instrument of joy. She is weakened by the Captains desires. She is humbled, as her juices fall between her celestial spaces. She is overcome by the sight of an erectile being, as she lowers her head in humble ordinance. A phallic emperor approaches boldly. She bows to his magnitude. Ancient legends refer to him as LR. His name is unspoken, only the initials of his name may be uttered.
The tongue is one with her, and she is the tongue. Yet, as the phallic emperor moves forward to her tunnel, the tongue bows his head in respect. At port side a ship arrives. It is the U.S.S., Orion. A pleasure crew, experienced in sexual encounters, explores the halls of joy, while it is in dock. The tongue becomes wet and seeks to enlighten the unworthy. Lustful thoughts begin to fulfill all beast of mankind. The crew is subjected to stars unseen, the scent of Orion, and instruments of joy. The emperor takes a bride tonight. His mighty phallic abilities will be tested.
The tongue feels her thoughts, as the emperor enters his bride. Within moments, the phallic entity brings her to her first needed fulfillment. Her body shakes. Tightly, her legs clench around his body. She lifts her hips high, so he may deeply go, where this tongue has never gone before. The gate is opened. He thrust forward, moving in and out. The Captains control panel is in high alert. Should he evacuate? He orders the crew to stand down. “Be patient, and allow the entity to move freely, he states.” Within a mega second of the space of time warp eleven, she heaves a load moan. The earth quakes, the moon shifts from orbit. The sun draws closer, all within her mind. Star date, 2006.04.05. Three become one. The tongue, sexual impulses, and the emperor become one. Immortality becomes tested.