Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 09

Author's Note: I'm very sorry for the delay. I appreciate anyone who takes time out of their day to read my work and I'm afraid I've let you down, I apologize. A friend of mine has been working very hard on a new online magazine and I've been dedicating a lot of time to helping him out.

I'm breaking my final chapter into two shorter parts. This is the first half. Thank you for reading.

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Ania briskly meandered the hallways, her arms stiffly locked to her sides in a manner that disturbed just about everyone. Her short and wispy hair fluttered when she turned a corner and ran into Hayne, her friend from the Sarapatra Galley. He was quite short, but his boyish charms and cucumber sized happy-stick were more than adequate compensation for such a shortcoming.

"Ania!" he called with a half-smile, "Where are you running off to?"

"Looking for someone..." Ania chanted tepidly.

Hayne quickly confirmed their isolation, "...Are you looking for me? Again? Was I THAT good?" With childish enthusiasm he dropped his pants, "Hey, can you wear the French Maid outfit again? With the little mini skirt and thong? I could fuck you for days in that thing"

"Not looking for you. Looking for Leanne. Seen her?"

"Oh, you mean Princess kill-joy? Last I saw she was embarrassing herself in the lounge. Is it true she's not a princess anymore?"

"It's true."

"Man, her husband is such a dick. But then again you girls do eat a lot of alien splooge - hey wait!"

Ania sped off to the lounge, located on the fourth floor near the observation deck. She could hear the faint sounds of karaoke music mixed with male voices. She entered. Leanne was on top of a table with a microphone, drunk off her ass and singing her heart out. All the alcohol in her system didn't improve her singing at all, which Ania likened a chipmunk high on amphetamines with its balls in a vice. Merkhail disagreed, he compared it to seagull getting strangled while being punched in the gut. Their debates were frequent and animated.

Leanne was singing in her skimpy underwear, which explained the male audience. She swayed to and from with a flushed face, shaking her boobs around in circles. Bank notes hung out the waistband of her silky white panties trimmed with pure gold. One of the men approached her, pretending to give her more money. He instead used the opportunity to look down the front of her panties. Leanne was so drunk she never noticed.

Ania pulled the plug on the karaoke machine.

"Hey! What the hell?!" said one of the men angrily.

He took two steps towards Ania. She drew her laser shotgun and pointed it at him, arresting his advance.

"Er...okay, you win girl."

Leanne fell flat on her face when she tried to get off the stage.

"Stand up princess." said Ania.

"Don't call me that! I'm not no longer a prinshess!"

"Fine. Leanne, stand up."

"Don't not call me Leanne either."

"Well...What am I supposed to call you then?"

Leanne wobbled around like a pin. She looked at the nametag someone had strapped to her bra, "I'm...'Private Cum Dump!' Or wait, the one on my panties says I'm 'Seraphim Slut Girl'."

Leanne began dancing around like she had to use the bathroom. She gently removed a wet wad of paper from her rectum. "Hmm. The one up my ass is asking if I've ever fucked a girl."

Appearing out of thin air, Reynami took the note and laughed, "Yeah, that one was mine. Sorry, you looked so hot up on stage."

"I'm fine! Really! I jush want to be alone."

"Leanne, you're not fine. I managed to shove a paper note five inches up your ass and you never noticed. You're upset right? About Merkhail leaving? About your husband divorcing you? About you being a ditz with big boobs who has no professional future in the military?"

"You're not helping!"

"Of course I am! I complemented your milk sacks didn't I?"

Leanne waved Reynami away and stumbled towards the exit, her feet landing on the floor just in time to stop her from falling. She clumsily looked back, "Want to know what the worss part is? The newshpapers have a picture of Francine in them. They say she's a criminal who hash been imper – imper - impershonating officers. Ha!"

Ania and Reynami exchanged concerned looks. Without speaking they both knew the truth: the woman they surrendered Merkhail to months ago was a phony.

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Merkhail slowly awoke in the same bed he'd slept for weeks. For a prisoner, he didn't have anything to complain about, a warm bed, good food, and the most unorthodox of wake up calls every morning.

He quickly pulled off the covers to find Francine naked at the foot of his bed, her lips locked around his morning wood. She did this every morning without fail and without detection. Her moist lips slithered up and down his hot dick meat leaving behind silver trails of saliva, the gentle sucking sounds she made were quiet and melodic.

She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes, melting his surprise with her big and watery blue eyes like she always did. Her messy hair tickled his abdomen every time she went down on him.

"Uh... Whoa, a... Slow down."

Francine to a short break. "Come on daddy, let me have your happy juice like you always do."

Merkhail hated it when she called him dad, one of her many, many pretentious eccentricities. Incest seemed to arouse her more than anything else, she collapsed into a pile of horny need at the mere thought of having sex with her own father. It wasn't at all Merkhail's cup of tea but he wasn't going to pass judgment on a poor hybrid-girl's private pleasures.

"Could you, I don't know, watch the teeth? Please Francine?"

Francine lifted her lips from his dick and showed him exactly what he was scared off. "Don't like my teeth? How about this then?"

She unrolled her long, fleshy tongue and coiled it around his penis. It felt cool and tickly to the touch, it was like watching a snake coil around his stick. It massaged his tool from base to tip, gripping the loose skin, pulling it up and down the stiff tissue beneath. She cupped his balls with her hands and softy weighed them, charming his sperm awake.

She wrapped her silky hair around his penis and used it to jack him off, it felt soft and ticklish. She pulled the locks up and down his shaft at a quickening pace, all the while looking up at him with big, glistening eyes lined with fluttering eyelashes. The hair job along with Francine's submissive staring caused Merkhail's body to thrash about the bed with the agony of orgasm.

Thick cream splattered Francine's face and bangs, walking down her skin like slow dripping paint. She opened her nostrils and took a big whiff of his essence, huffing his testosterone like it were a drug and quivering.

With a bashful smile, she looked down at her crotch, "Oopsie. I creamed my panties after smelling all of dad's seed."

She untied her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her modest lady lumps bounced into their natural shape like pert water balloons. Her childish cartoon panties were glued to her vulva with pussy juice that ran down her inner thighs.

Francine's very existence was a kind of thought-provoking phenomenon for Merkhail; she was a half breed but she wasn't a deformed monster, she was a beautiful woman with smart genes that knew how to marry the best features of both human and monster. Her complicated brain was clearly human, as was her beautiful body and reproductive organs. But her limbs were alien. She had powerful claws on her hands and feet for jumping, grappling, hunting, etc, all things to make her a better predator. Not to mention her tongue, which could poison and kill prey in minutes. Putting aside the tragic circumstances of her birth, Francine really was the perfect creature.

The hybrid-girl jumped onto the bed facing his feet, she placed his head between her thighs and lowered her soppy pussy onto his face.

"You have to smell MY happy juice now too! Go on daddy, smell your daughter's private place!" she said.

Perhaps he was too hasty thinking she was the perfect creature, her childish, perverted mind was more than a minor shortcoming. Merkhail gentled lapped at the wet fabric of her panty. Her thigh flesh gyrated. He pulled her panty aside and saw two plushy vulva lips shaking about, opening and closing over a tunnel of pink. Strands of silvery honey dripped off her labia minora. He tasted the insides of her pussy, dragging his tongue across the slick walls, feeling the rubbery flesh contract on contact. Her clit exposed itself to him, which he massaged after the right amount of foreplay.

"Ah! Ah! You found my... secret place! NNNGGGHHH! AAAHHH!"

She squirted all over his face. Franicne was trembling with the pain of satisfaction, Merkhail took advantage of her weakness and threw her onto her stomach. She grabbed her hair with a strong hand and violently penetrated her without permission.

"I-I didn't say you could do that!" Francine whined. Her outrage was clearly a farce.

Merkhail fucked her so hard he cracked the bed frame. This was the fourth bed he had broken. He was angry, his career was over and he'd probably never see Leanne and the girls again. But he wasn't angry at Francine, all she wanted was a caring partner who would love her for who she was, and Merkhail was ready to oblige.

He banged his hips into her soft ass meat again and again. "You're not screaming loud enough!" He said to her.

"Ah! Aaahhh! I'm sorry daddy!"

Merkhail pulled her hair and brought his hand across her butt with bruising consequences.

"Of fu – Gah! Please don't do - "

"Shut it."

Francine's pussy greedily sucked him off despite her protests, it was like having sex with a wet vacuum. And he liked it. To him, nothing in the universe was real except her pussy. And like all the times before, he closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

He shoved Francine's face into the covers to shut her up. This was his moment. He came into her.

"Ngh... Mmmnnn," she moaned in defeat.

Merkhail withdrew his dick; it was like pulling a hose from a spigot, splooge dripped all over the place.

Ring!

It was the bedside telephone. Francine's tongue shot out from her mouth and retrieved the receiver like a frog snatching a fly out of the sky.

"Hello? Yes, this is Francine. Uh-huh... What?! Can't it wait?! I'm getting whore-fucked by daddy right now!"

"Honey, I don't think he needed to know that!" said Merkhail in between breathes.

In a fit of anger, Francine crushed the phone in her muscular claws. She was so angry that even the veins in her exposed pussy were throbbing. It brought a smile to Merkhail's face, there was only one thing that could make her so angry.

"That was my head of security!" she fumed, "Those damn Seraphim Space Sluts of yours have found me."

Merkhail's whole body melted with a relief that sex with Francine never brought. "I guess that's bad news for you, huh?"

Francine seized Merkhail's neck with her claws. Her sharp, spiked tongue slithered out from her mouth, touching him gently on the nose, threatening him. "Wrong. It's bad news for you. Let me make this clear daddy dearest: I didn't come this far to watch that fucking elf cunt take you away from me."