Banished Pt. 03

Author's note: There's a non-consent scene in this one. Just a warning for anyone who might be disturbed by that kind of thing. As always, feel free to leave comments, and enjoy!

April 22nd, 2019.

Location: Earth.

Three days prior to the disappearance of Nathan Van Dyke.

"Julie?"

I checked my hotel key, making sure that I was at the right room.

The door was open, but the room was dark, so I called out again before taking a tentative step beyond the door.

Crunch*.

I lifted up my foot, as I felt the broken glass being crushed beneath my feet, and as I opened the door all the way, I saw a single stockinged leg, waving enticingly over the back of the couch.

"Will you stop making that racket and just come in?" the woman's voice called, and I sighed, pulling the door closed as I stepped in, and finding nowhere to step where the crunch of broken glass couldn't be heard beneath my feet.

"Nuh-uh," she called, as I took another step forward. "Shoes; off!" she commanded, and I sighed again.

I slipped one shoe off, then winced as the foot, covered only by a thin cotton sock, came down painfully on the litter of shattered glass, then taking off the other shoe, I threw the two shoes angrily towards the wall in the corner.

"Happy?" I asked, a little sarcastically, and the woman gave a little 'hm', in response.

"Oh, you know I never happy, Natey."

"You can't keep doing this, Julienne... every room you trash just goes right back to dad."

"My dad, Nate. In case you keep forgetting. He's my father. And I can do whatever the fuck I want, as long as he'll keep letting me."

I sighed.

"Get on your knees," she commanded, and I scoffed.

"There's glass everywhere," I countered, and the body attached to the leg, rose up from over the couch, and I finally got a good look at her.

She was wearing stockings; and a frilly, long skirt that had a slit which ran all the way along the leg, and a corset fitted top that amplified and displayed an impressive amount of cleavage.

Her long hair was wrapped up into a bun at the top of her head, with little curls hanging about the sides of her pretty face.

She stepped around the sofa on which she'd lain in wait for me, and perched herself up on the headrest of the sofa, her legs pointed towards me, and as she stared me right in the eyes, she began to part her legs, displaying her bare pussy to me briefly, before closing her legs shut.

She never did like to wear panties, I thought.

"Crawl," she commanded, and I sighed, undoing my tie and tossing it into the corner with the shoes before rolling up the long sleeves of my shirt.

I winced as my knees went to the ground, meeting the copious shards of glass that lay hazardously on the floor, and I took a deep breath as I let my weight sink down onto them, placing my hands as lightly as I could on the ground.

Smiling, as I went to the floor, she re-opened her legs, and beckoned me enticingly.

"Good boy," she urged, and I took a step forward with my hand.

"Mhn," I winced, as the shards cut my palms and stuck into me, but even as I clenched my teeth, fighting back the urge to just get up and walk over, and strike her as hard as I could across the face, I swallowed down my pride, and crawled.

"A good little doggy would stick his tongue out," she chided, and as I took another painful step, I rolled my eyes, then complied.

"Good doggy. Now come to mama. Come right here," she said, placing two hands suggestively above her cleanly shaved, bared cunt.

I came close; so close that I could bite her toe if I wanted, and as she dangled a leg close to me and I took another tentative step, the leg swung back, and kicked me viciously across the face.

"Hahahaha," the woman's vicious laugh echoed across the room, and I took a deep breath in, as I tasted the blood on my lips.

"Come," she said, displaying herself again, and as I leaned up to her, partially expecting another strike to come at me, she lay a foot on my shoulder, and pulled me towards her exposed mound.

She pulled me in, slowly, until I was so close I could smell the pungent odor of her arousal, and I could see the little glistening beads of wetness on her pussy lips.

"Eat. Like a good doggy," she commanded, and I nodded, planting my lips on hers and sucking on it, trying my best to slurp every drop of her dew from the wet, slippery folds.

"Lick doggy, lick!" she commanded, grasping a handful of my hair and tugging on it mercilessly, as she shoved my face into her cunt.

I licked, long full strokes across the full length of her slit, and she rubbed my face into her sex as I did, smearing me with her juices.

"Stick your fucking tongue in me, you useless fuck. You've wanted this pussy, haven't you? Begged for it? Lick, you fucking little prick. Suck on it like the little worthless parasitic leech you are."

She hurled insult after insult at me as I licked, sucked, and tongued her hole; immune to the harshness of the words, because within this slit was a paradise that was only opened to me on the rarest of occasions, and if I did what she wanted, maybe, just maybe, I would get access again to that most sacred place within her midst.

Her insults gave way to screams, unbridled, and uncaring who might hear her, and as she finally came she ground her pussy mercilessly into my face, smearing my lips, nose, and cheeks with the slick juices that now poured out.

She was panting, but there was still that look in her eye.

Always wanting, and never satisfied.

I reached toward her with a hand, and she kicked me.

"Don't FUCKING TOUCH ME!" she screamed.

She kicked me in the stomach, and as I rolled over, she stood over me, and rested a foot wickedly on top of my crotch.

I groaned, shards of glass cutting into my back, and the pain intensified as she sat on top of me.

She unbuckled my pants and fished my cock out; grasping it, and aiming it at her hole.

She was squatting over me, on her feet, her legs sprawled out obscenely in a partial split, and she impaled herself on me, in one swift move.

There it was.

Paradise.

I moaned; as the pleasure I felt in that moment was worth all of the pain I'd endured, and she punched me in the face.

"Don't you dare fucking moan, you piece of shit!"

I bit my hand, and she rode me quick and hard, quickly coming again, but riding me nonetheless.

The stimulation was too much for me to enjoy the moment in all of its complexities, but the monumentality of the occasion was itself enough, and I gave in to the feeling of pleasure as she rode me.

She came, again, and again, and again, and when she was done, she stood up, and kicked me in the crotch.

"Don't ever talk to me again," she said, as she straightened her clothes, and put on her shoes.

And just like that, she walked out of the room, without ever looking back.

I groaned, partially from the pain, and the added anguish of the release that I never got, and as I stared at her hips swaying as she walked, enchantingly, away from me, in that seductive way that she walked, I reached for my cock.

Two pumps along the shaft was all it took, and my seed spewed out, unceremoniously, on myself.

There was no pleasure in that orgasm, and as I looked at the mess in which I was left to lie, I felt myself slipping out of consciousness.

***

Date: Unknown

Location: Kepler-452B

Three days after Nathan Van Dyke was seen on earth for the last time...

***

As I stirred awake, I reached out instinctively, and found an empty place where a warm body should have been.

I sat up, but it only took a brief look around to spot her by the window.

She was sitting on the window frame, looking out into the darkness beyond, and as she noticed me stirring, she glanced over and smiled.

"Hey," she said.

There was no moonlight, but that same faint glow that seemed to come from the very walls of our wooden room illuminated her naked form, and bathed it in a pale, greenish-gray light that made her seem enchanted; like a faerie or some other mythical seductress.

"You're comfortable in your own skin, aren't you?" I noted, and she smiled, looking out the window again.

"I've always wanted to be, but never had much opportunity to. I figured you wouldn't mind, though," she added, a little cheekily, and I smiled.

As I got up, I let the robes from the bed that were draped over me slip off exposing my own nudity, and as Cameron's eyes darted towards my dangling thing, she licked her lips instinctively.

"That thing was inside of me last night," she noted.

"It was," I concurred.

"I asked you to put a baby in me," she continued, and I walked over and placed a kiss on her shoulder, before wrapping my arms around her.

"You did."

She buried her head into my shoulder, seeming suddenly embarrassed.

"Fucking hell Nate, that was such an irresponsible thing for us to do."

I snickered.

"You seemed to have it pretty well reasoned at the time," I joked, and she slapped my shoulder playfully.

"You're supposed to be more rational than that."

"Usually I am, but... I'm not sure what happened. In that moment I saw you having my baby and I really wanted it."

She frowned at me, and I shrugged.

"It'll be fine. The chances of conception from a random single act of unprotected sex is between two to four percent anyway."

"Why do you know the statistics of that? Never mind, maybe I don't wanna know the answer to that."

"I actually don't mind explaining. You shared a lot last night; I should share things as well to improve the bond and trust between us."

Cameron smirked.

"You know, if you tell someone you're doing something just to make them trust you, it doesn't usually help your case," she joked, and I smiled.

"I know; but I don't need to pretend with you, do I?"

She shook her head, resting against my shoulder again, so I continued.

"There was someone special to me; back home. But she didn't want us to be together, because the relationship would cause her problems. So, she came up with a kind of game; have unprotected sex from time to time, and if it resulted in a pregnancy, then we'd be together."

"Wow. Are you sure she isn't a psychopath?" Cameron asked, and I snickered.

"No. She's a lot worse."

"How many times did you play that 'game'.

"Seven times," I answered.

"And I'm guessing you never won?" Cameron asked, and I shook my head.

She paused for a bit, studying me, before asking another question.

"Did you love her?"

I sighed.

"I dunno. I'm not even sure I can love, honestly."

Cameron smirked.

"So why did you play her game?"

"Because she was the only human I ever experienced any feeling of closeness to... before now."

Cameron blushed.

"Oh? And how do you know that this feeling isn't love?" she teased, and I shrugged.

"I guess I can't say for certain. Maybe it is? I feel closeness with you right now, which I want; and when I leave to go get Francesca and the others, I think I'll be thinking about you."

"Well, I dunno if it's love, but for me, it's enough," she replied, and as we leaned into each other, our lips met in a kiss.

We kissed for a while, until we noticed that there seemed to be movement about us, outside of our tree perch.

"They're getting up," Cameron noted, and I headed for our bed.

I retrieved the knife from under it, and strapped it on, but as I was about to don my leather survival pack clothing, I remembered the water system that I'd used to shower earlier, and I decided to check it out.

"Whoa... are those pipes?" Cameron asked, as I led her to the shower room.

"They're some kind of stem, like bamboo. Hollow on the inside," I explained.

I examined one of the stems, which was fit into a socket of some kind, and as I dislodged it, water began streaming out.

It was cold, but fresh, and Cameron's eyes lit up.

"No way. Running water? This place fucking rocks!" she exclaimed in excitement.

"Didn't they 'cleanse' you for your ceremony in one of these?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"They took me to something like a bathhouse."

I frowned, and Cameron snickered at my response.

We took quick showers before getting dressed, and heading down from our room.

On the way down, we passed several Kobalt, who greeted us with looks of intrigue and interest, but none seemed to speak proper German, so we headed down to the bottommost floor, where to my relief, we found Gisela.

"Auslanders. You awaken?" the girl noted, and I nodded in response.

"I'm worried about my companions," I replied. "How soon can we leave to go get them?"

Gisela rubbed her hands together then turned to look around, and as she did, I noticed again the visible swell of breast out of the side of her loose, toga sleeve.

Cameron shot me a knowing look, and I bit my lip.

"For 'science'?" she teased, and I nodded.

"In case you forgot, we've promised my baby seed to their princess. Wouldn't hurt to know what to expect, anatomically."

She smirked.

"It's fine; exclusivity wasn't exactly part of our deal anyway. You know, she might have sex with you if you asked," Cameron whispered, gesturing towards Gisela as she spoke to a nearby Kobalt girl, and I shook my head.

"It could insult the princess if I took one of her close servants. You know, you could help me on this one. Take a bath with some of the females or something? Get a look at them up close."

"All this to justify ogling her boobs?" Cameron asked, and I smirked.

"Fine. But they do look nice," I replied, and Cameron rolled her eyes at me.

Gisela eventually signaled to another Kobalt girl, and after speaking to her in their tongue, the girl headed off.

"The princess wishes to discuss," Gisela explained. "Auslanders must eat. Is this timing acceptable?"

I nodded.

I was pretty hungry, and Cameron probably was too.

I glanced around, expecting Gisela to lead us to a meal hall or something similar, but instead, some servants brought out some furniture, as they had the day before, and we quickly found ourselves seated at a table, as food was brought to us, right there in the entrance chamber.

Cameron dug in without a second thought, and as I tried what appeared to be a bit of dried fruit, I noticed Gisela cast a quick look at the spread.

"Will you join us?" I asked, signaling to Gisela, and she appeared hesitant, before eventually taking a seat.

She didn't touch the food, however, until I began to offer her bits of the things that she was shooting brief glances at, and I studied her with interest as her eyes seem to light up with every bite she took.

"I don't think this is their typical diet," I whispered to Cameron.

"Mmf?" she replied, her mouth stuffed with some roasted strips of meat, and I shook a head disapprovingly.

I gestured subtly towards Gisela, who was taking tentative bites of only the things I offered her, and casting furtive glances towards the entrance before even accepting anything that I'd passed her way.

"Do you think they're fattening us up to eat us?" Cameron asked, and I chuckled.

"They'd have a tough time doing it on bits of dried fruit and meat like this. I think this stuff might be considered pretty gourmet," I explained, and Cameron frowned.

"I mean I am hungry, but if that's the case, what do you think they eat normally?"

I shrugged.

"Won't know until we spend a little more time here."

After we ate, there was nothing to do, really, so I decided to start up some conversation with Gisela.

"The room upstairs. Is that where we'll be staying? Until, uh..."

"Until your branch is upraised?" Gisela offered, and I nodded, forgetting the exact term that they had used. "Unless it displeases the Auslanders, then yes."

She seemed to look to us for indication that it did, so I quickly cleared up that we were satisfied.

"The princess," I continued, "she never gave her name."

"The princess' name is yours alone to utter; you are her wertvoll," she explained, but I wasn't sure what the word meant, and to my disappointment, I still had no idea what to call her.

Cameron caught my eyes on Gisela again, and she shot me a teasing look this time.

She leaned in to Gisela, and said something that I couldn't quite catch, but Gisela's eyes went wide, momentarily flicking towards me, and I shot Cameron a sharp look.

"Relax," she mouthed, and I bit my lip as she continued whispering to Gisela, who now nodded.

The Kobalt girl quickly stood up, then took my hand.

"With me, Auslander," she said, leading me away from the table, and down a corridor that we'd previously not used.

As I was dragged away, I shot Cameron a questioning look, but she shrugged, a mischievous smile on her lips.

Gisela led me a short way down the corridor, though as she looked around first, making sure the coast was clear, I bit my lip nervously, hoping that Cameron hadn't done anything overly damaging.

Eventually, we came to a room, and as we entered, Gisela locked the door with a little key, similar to the one Garbung had used when we first accompanied him to his own place.

Gisela then walked to the center of the room, and after taking a deep breath, she slipped her toga off of her shoulders, and let the white cotton robe fall to her feet.

Her breasts were full, round, and unbelievably firm, and her waistline quite curvy, leading to legs that were thick and plump.

I momentarily felt the urge to reach out and grasp the delectable flesh, and caress her curves in my hands, but I shook off the thought as I noted the unmistakable irregularity in her breathing.

She's scared, I thought.

"Goddess Cameron says you are nervous for the union with the princess. You may examine me," she offered, and I gulped, as she folded her hands underneath her sizeable breasts, and turned her head, eyes closed, to the left of her body.

She stood up on her toes, offering her breasts towards me for my inspection, but as I stepped toward her, I could see the unmistakable signs that fear and anxiety were oozing from her very being.

"Just because Cameron tells you to do something, does not mean that you have to," I said, and she quickly shook her head.

"This is my will, Herr Auslander. I desire the princess' godlings come forth without disagreement. You may touch... even taste. The princess' ears will not have knowledge."

I stepped closer to Gisela, and her eyes peeked open as I knelt before her, but to her surprise, I grasped the robe at her feet, and brought the garment up to cover her nakedness.

"Am I insufficient?" she asked, a fearful look on her face, and I shook my head, as I adjusted the cloth to properly cover the large swells of her breasts.

As I did, my fingers brushed the sides of the mounds, and I noted the silky smoothness of her pale green skin.

How delicious would they taste?

"You do not need to do things that make you uncomfortable," I said, and she shook her head.

"My discomfort is not for the worry of the gods," she countered, and I brushed a hand against her cheek.

"I am not a cruel god. Your comfort is my concern, because I make it so. Be more at ease to speak to me of your wishes from now on, okay?"

She nodded, an expression of stupor on her face.

I went to the door and indicated to her, and she quickly snapped out of her momentary shock, unlocking the door, and heading back to the table where Cameron waited, but as we walked, I sensed her gaze on me several times, studying me with trepidation.

"That was quick," Cameron noted, a big smile on her face, and I shook my head disapprovingly.