A Tale of Arcane Space: Lost & Found

Slamming the door with a snarl, he pointed at his engineer. "Get those pants off, you pasty little bitch. If I've got an hour to kill, I'm gonna spend it deep in a tight elf-hole."

Obediently unhooking her belt, she bent over his desk, and moments later grunted when he rammed his oversized cock inside her. "You humans like tight little elf-holes...NNNGH... Mister Thurmond?"

"Damn right we do. You like this big knob, girlie? You damn well better, the way I fuck you with it every godsdamn day. Tell me how much you want it, Trix. Tell me you're my little personal fuck-hole."

Kallitrix braced herself against the table, gritting her teeth. "Your tight personal fuck-hole better be getting a huge pile of credits for this, you shit-weasel! Now fuck me hard so I can feel your wretched old cum dribbling down my leg, and let's make a shitload of money doing some fucking crimes!"

"HAH!" The crimelord continued jackhammering his engineer, reveling in her pained grunts. "That's right! Horsey-boy got it in one, didn't he! LET'S DO SOME FUCKING CRIMES!"

***

"I'm so enormously horny right now, you could ask me to fuck in front of the Galactic Council, and I'd absolutely do it. You ready, Lin?"

Lindauriel was on his back, cupping Cori's breasts as she straddled him, the tip of his erection brushing her opening.

"By the Cloak of Blades, you're beautiful. Yes, I'm ready." He turned to look at Danielle, who was kneeling nearby on the bed, eyes wide. "I hope we're living up to your fantasies."

She could only nod, completely transfixed.

"Ohhhhhh yes." Cori lowered her hips, and let out a hiss of pleasure as she felt herself opening for Lin's erection once again. "We are going to be doing this every day, feels so damn good."

Danielle's eyes got even wider. "We are? Oh thank you, thank you!"

Cori bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud. She'd only been addressing Lin, but.... "You're welcome. So damn adorable." She started rocking back and forth. "Hold still, handsome. I've got this."

"You're amazing, Coriolis Herikit."

"You're pretty damn special yourself, Lindauriel Moonblossom. I even like the way you say my name." She leaned down, and pressed her lips to his, relishing in the taste of their first kiss...

She sat up abruptly and laughed aloud. "Oh perdition. Danielle? Honey, you want to know how perverted your new friends are? Just now -- that was our first kiss."

Lin blinked. "Oh my Goddess. It was, wasn't it!" He laughed as well.

"Danielle, we were so damn desperate to fuck today, that we just skipped right through all the formalities and just right down to the business of Insert Tab A Into Slot B." She playfully jabbed at Lin's chest with a poking finger. "And how shameful are YOU, my frisky elf-man! You didn't even buy me a drink before you rode me hard and put me away wet!" Laughing and gasping, she bent down to kiss him again, and they spent an endless moment holding each other, quietly sliding her tongue into his mouth as she ground herself down and around him.

Danielle was entranced by the sight, more beautiful than any memory-recording she had on file. She would treasure this moment forever.

Before long, Cori sat up a little and put her hands on Lin's shoulders, a fiery grin on her lips.

Okay, here we go..." She sped up, slamming her hips into his at a rapid pace... "Damn. Fell out." She reached behind herself, lifting up his length, and sat back down on it. "Mmmmmm, there, get back where you belong."

"Deep inside you at all times?"

Cori flashed him another blazing grin. "Lover boy, I'm going to spend so much time in your quarters after today, fucking your brains out every waking moment, that Captain Liang's going to dock our wages for dereliction of duty. And I won't mind at all, because I already know you're worth it. Mmmmmm."

For the next few minutes, no words were said. Cori's frenzied riding continued, while Lin caressed every inch of her bare skin that he could reach. She sped up again -- "Gah! I'm so off my rhythm, I'm sorry, Lin. Let's get you..."

She reached back to insert him inside her again -- but felt another hand already holding him up for her. She looked behind -- and Danielle was kneeling there, her hand around the base of Lin's rod. "I can help," she said, her eyes locked with Cori's as Cori descended once more.

"...Yeah. You sure can. Hold him for me, Danielle. Give him a little squeeze for me." She did, and Lin gasped aloud.

Cori leaned forward, nibbling on Lindauriel's ear as she whispered to him. "I don't think Miss GraveDancer wants to just watch anymore...how you feeling, sexy?"

"She's stroking it... good hands... Goddess, this is fantastic..."

A million mental images flashed through Cori's mind, and she pressed her lips to his ear once more. "I want to see you inside her. Will you fuck this gorgeous lady with me, Lin? Pretty please with pussy on top?"

Too overloaded with pleasure to speak coherently, he managed a nod, and Cori looked back over her shoulder at Danielle. "Danielle, my pretty dancer... pull him out of me nice and slow, would you please?"

"I loved the way he stretched you wide, Cori. Every time you moved and he opened you up, it was more beautiful than a sunrise."

"Aren't you a little poet. Do me a favor, Danielle? Suck him clean for me. I want to watch you lick every last drop of me off him before he takes my pussy again. Can you do that for me, please? I promise you, we'll both really appreciate your help."

Danielle looked down at the erect phallus in her hand. Cori had dismounted, kneeling on the other side of Lin, and Danielle shivered at the looks of lust on both their faces. Looks directed first to each other... and then to her. With a sudden rush of need and hunger, she unzipped her unitard, threw it behind her, and bent down to swallow Lin's hardness. She'd seen this done plenty of times, she knew what was involved -- but all the same, hearing Lin's urgent groan of approval as her head bobbed up and down, a confirmation that she'd done it right after all -- it gave her a thrill of victory. She immersed herself in this task, taking careful note of how he reacted to the way she touched, kissed, licked, and sucked him. At one point she heard his gasps suddenly muffled, and looked up to discover that Cori had now straddled his face, his tongue now eagerly lashing across her lightly furred pink folds. Cori gave Danielle a warm smile, and bent down. "You lick his balls. I'll take over up here for a bit." Danielle eagerly obeyed, and the room was all but silent, as the three lost themselves to their lusts and senses.

***

Working very carefully, and thanking all of creation that his envirosuit was fully insulated -- especially his gloves and boots -- Enrique fed the last wire into the uncovered port. "Okay. George, you'll plug into this part here, and the adaptor should feed energy from you and into this port through these wires. It should be a controlled flow, but just in case, I put in a circuit-breaker to keep it from draining you too fast."

"I appreciate that, Enrique. Norrish, please transmit a recharge my way, please? That should put my batteries at one-hundred-twenty percent capacity... ahhhh. Ouch. Yes. Enrique, Snowdrop, you two should stand back, just in case. Plugging in, in three... two... one..."

***

Danielle had slid up the bed, nestling herself in the crook of Lin's left arm, watching as Cori knelt over their mutual lover's waist, eagerly inhaling the last drops of seed from his erection. She turned to look at him, and laid a small kiss on his cheek. "How did you find me?"

He stroked Cori's long hair as she went about her happy task. "We were trawling this system's oort cloud, looking for a wealthy merchant's lost platinum 'Precious Battlements' figurine collection -- her daughter had spaced it during an argument -- when Cori spotted an odd shard of metal on her scanners. It turned it to be urutromium, and a sympathetic-magic ritual traced its origins back to this asteroid."

Danielle nodded. "My last battle against a Hegemony Purity Fleet was in the oort cloud, and I did take heavy damage at that time. It makes sense that pieces of my hull would still be out there." She kissed him again. "Did you find the figurines?"

"Oh yes. A very well-paying job, that."

She traced one of his nipples with a fingertip, pausing before speaking up again. "I saw that you are... sensitive about your name. May I ask why? And what would you prefer that I call you?"

Cori looked up, wiping a stray droplet from the corner of her lips. "You never did get around to explaining that bit of history, crewmate." She drew the covers up over the three of them as she curled up against his right. "Tell us a story, lover," the Goblin said with a warm smile.

He squeezed his two warm bedmates, resting comfortably under the thick quilt. "Lindauriel was my great-grandfather's name, and even in his day, it was considered by Elves to be an excessively traditional and hokey name. It's taken from the tales of Daurellia Tree-Shaper, an Elven goddess slain in the War of Dark Fires, millennia ago. Lindauriel was said to be one of her Heralds, a divine messenger."

The nude Goblin beauty ran her fingers through his long hair. "Lin is our ship's chaplain, Dani -- so every now and then, you'll get all sorts of little theology lessons thrown in. It's kind of cute."

He turned to kiss her nose. "My point is that I had a VERY Elven name... and after my family had to abandon Shepherd's Promise to escape the Hegemony, we'd settled in the Anubis Cluster... where there were very few Elven settlements. I grew up being the only Elf child among my peers, and some of my classmates were... not kind about my being so unusual. Kids would call me 'Lindy' instead of Lindauriel, which I hated, chanting things like 'Lindy-Lindy-Lindy', 'Pointy-Eared-Twiggy', or 'Lindy TreeFucker' or whatever other cruelties they could think of.

Danielle frowned. "Arcane Intelligence tele-communities were very much like this, in my day. My unusual interests led to my being shunned. But go on, I don't want to interrupt." She threw an arm around him, and hugged tight.

"After awhile, I started internalizing all of it. I didn't want to be hated for being a 'tree-humper' anymore, so I decided to do whatever I could to not be your typical Elf stereotype. And that meant my extremely Elvish name of 'Lindauriel Moonblossom' had to go." He laughed. "So when I was fourteen, I started wearing lots of black leather, festooned with spider motifs, web-lace, chrome-plated spikes, and other things that our pale cousins, the Cave-Elves, would supposedly wear. Your typical sun-browned elf like me was boring and uncool, but Cave-Elves? Everyone knew they were dangerous, exotic, bad-ass, and there was something illicit and sexy about them. So I started walking, talking, and acting like what we all thought Cave-Elves did from media broadcasts..." He sighed. "...and I insisted that everyone call me by a new name: 'Gothos Ebonrazor'."

The bedroom was silent for a few seconds as the two women digested this -- and then Cori started a sputtering laugh. "OH MY GODDESS." She laughed so hard that she made a small snorting sound, which set Danielle to giggling. "That is so freaking pathetic that it wraps all the way around to being the most adorable thing I can imagine. Oh wow." She poked gently at his ribs. "If you still have a picture of you in all that Cave-Elf poseur glory, and you let me see it, I will so make it worth your while." She wiggled her eyebrows meaningfully.

He leaned in for a brief kiss, and then grinned. "I do, and you better believe I plan to cash that in." He turned and kissed Danielle as well, who gave a contented moan as she squirmed happily in his arms. "I was so insistent on it, that even my parents gave up and started calling me 'Gothos', because I refused to answer to anything else. I even registered under that name when I joined the Seminary for the Queen of Silence -- whom I originally gravitated to because I thought worshipping a Death Goddess would be KEWL, and dark, and mysterious... and help catch the eye of potential lovers."

Danielle laughed. "Did it work?"

"In a way." He smiled. "A lot of my fellow initiates were of a similar mindset -- 'ooo, the Queen of Silence is a DEATH Goddess, that's wicked and scary and it freaks out my parents, so I'm gonna wear lots of dark lace and frills.'" He chuckled at the memory. "Just imagine a horde of horny young adults from all races and walks of life, used to getting sneered at by everyone around them for being 'weird'. Now they're suddenly surrounded by others their age, just as weird and sex-hungry as they were, who were also into the whole 'edgy' thing. There were so many orgies in that dorm that I'm amazed any of us ever got any studying done at all. Especially because we had an honest-to-Queen real and very edgy Cave-Elf in our midst. Kallitrix."

Coriolis lifted up onto her elbows, her mouth agape in a wide O. "NO WAY. Dag Thurmond's engineer? She's gorgeous and whip-smart, I never understood why she ever signed on with that asswipe." She raised an eyebrow. "You've fucked her, haven't you."

"Damn right I did. First night in the dorms, she and her three new best friends passed me around like a party favor." He smiled as he remembered Kalli's hungry gasping cries as he slid inside her that first time. "We were really close for a while, actually. She very kindly pointed out that my behavior was, at best, quite ridiculous, and that very few Cave-Elves actually acted like that. Through her, I came to a little more peace with myself about who I was, and started using 'Lindauriel Moonblossom' again." He looked back to Danielle. "Or just 'Lin', I'm fine with that too."

He sighed, a little sadly. "I ran into her again a few years after we graduated, and she'd joined up with Thurmond at that point, apparently making huge piles of money in the process -- which is exactly what she most wanted out of life, as it turns out. She tried to recruit me for his crew -- but by then, we'd both changed so much that I didn't like what I saw in her anymore, and turned her down. The very next day, I met Captain Liang at the very same bar where Kallitrix had tried to recruit me, and that's how I joined the crew of the Endurance instead."

Danielle's hands went exploring under the covers, gently stroking Lin's cock back to life. "Do you have any endurance left for me?"

Cori and Lin's eyes met, and they turned together to look at Danielle. "My adorable GraveDancer," Cori said with a husky purr, "would you like to feel this man inside you?"

Without any further ado, Danielle threw the covers back, and turned over onto her hands and knees. "I want him like this. Please." Danielle arched her back, lifting her ass into the air. "It'll be deeper that way. I'm... I'm ready."

Lin knelt down behind Danielle, awestruck by her physical perfection. Her hips, her legs, the plump lips between her thighs... everything about her was like a sex symbol brought to life. Some small part of him protested, noting that she was artificially crafted to look like this, that she wasn't real flesh and blood -- but when he stroked his hand gently across her back, and she shivered with goose bumps, those thoughts went immediately out the metaphorical airlock, never to return.

He was harder than he could ever recall being in his life, harder than the first time he'd slid into Cori earlier today, pinning her to the control chair with each dripping thrust.

Harder than the time that he'd nailed Kallitrix and their gorgeous seminary classmates on the very first night in the dorms, all four of them on their backs, legs wide to offer their swollen pussies to him, him fucking each of them in turn, right down the line, all of them screaming his name in unison.

Harder than the time that a nameless human woman, a total stranger, deepthroated him in that alley on Altair, the pair of them too caught up in their mutual need to fuck something, anything, that they had rushed out of that bar the instant they both realized what they needed from each other, and damn well got it in spades and cum.

Harder than the time that Delia, his childhood sweetheart, greeted him home with a hero's welcome after his seminary graduation, offering up her impossibly tight ass to him that night in the barn.

Harder than the time that Amelie and Kindala, two of his fellow WarSaints, had "initiated" him into their order, riding his cock and his face as they pinned him to the back of a racing comet, the Crimson Flame protecting them all from the cold vacuum and amplifying his orgasm beyond what seemed possible for a mortal mind to contain.

He groaned. Danielle's wet need called to him.

Kneeling next to him, Cori grasped Lin gently by the root. "I can't wait to see this," she told him, kissing along his neck. "I'm going to put you in her now. Go deep, that's what she wants. Slide alllll the way... just like that. Fuck, YES."

Her face buried in a pillow, Danielle GraveDancer bit down hard into the fabric. It was everything she'd dreamed of, imagined, fantasized about. Intellectually, she chided herself -- "it's just friction" -- but that utterly failed to capture everything about this amazing act. The physical pleasure alone was enough to send her considerable mind a-whirl, but she found herself even more entranced with the emotional intimacy involved. She'd only just met these two, but already she felt a bond with them, a safety. The delicious feeling of Cori's hands caressing her dangling breasts while Lin's rod discovered new pleasure buttons inside her -- it gave her a physical anchor to those emotions, and she treasured those feelings more than she could consciously express. Instead, her body reacted for her, gasping, screaming, and clenching with pleasure. That kobold artificer had done a magnificent job with this body, she thought with a smile.

As she bent down as far as she could, ramming herself back onto the elf's rigid contours -- something changed.

POWER INFLUX DETECTED!

SENSORIUM CONTACT DETECTED!

In her internal virtual-space, GraveDancer looked around. Where was that coming from?... Ah. The airlock on the side of her neck. Someone had injected an external power source, and was attempting to power up the door.

POWER RESERVES AT FORTY-FIVE PERCENT AND RAPIDLY RISING.

Well, every little erg helped. But what was this other presence she felt? Was that...?

"Goodness! Quite the roomy mainframe in here!" A portal swirled open inside her private virtual-space, and a golden image of a Kobold flew inside through that window, looking around with interest. "Now where are those door controls...OH!"

The new arrival turned, and came face to face with GraveDancer's full persona, in her place of greatest power -- her own mind. The virtual Sun Golem bent down to peer at this tiny intruder. "What's the expression? Oh yes. You could've at least bought me dinner first, before you slid your hand into my pants."

Omikron George looked up... and up... and stared in awe. "They clearly don't make us like they used to. You are... amazing to behold."

"Why thank you." GraveDancer was all around him, inspecting George from every possible angle. She casually placed a giant hand over the gateway the smaller A.I. had created for himself as an entry point, and the unspoken message was clear: there was absolutely no escape for him, should she take issue with his intrusion. "You have a very orderly structure. Quite cute, actually. But before anything else, tell me your name -- and why you're here." Her tone was polite -- for now.

He managed what he hoped was a friendly grin rather than a rictus of suppressed terror. "My designation is Omikron, but I've chosen the name 'George' for myself." He materialized a wide-brimmed hat, and made a flashy bow with it. "Do... do I have the honor of addressing the most unique and singular GraveDancer?"