Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 10

"The Seraphim Sluts? Ha! They're under one hundred of my slaves right now!"

The door to her room crashed open. A naked elf girl staggered inside on wobbly legs, thick globs of cum dripping of her skin. She looked like a frosted cake. Her tits swung to and fro until she came to a collected stop, wiping the sperm off her face so she could see. "Heeere's Leanne."

The sour stench of cum was overpowering, Merkhail could smell it all the way across the room. Even Francine pinched her nose. "You're a bigger whore than I thought! How did you get past my slaves?!"

Leanne provocatively sucked the semen off her fingers one at a time, allowing her to figure it out herself.

"... You fucked them all?!"

"Yup. Every last one."

"All one hundred?!"

Leanne dabbed her finger against her cheek, grabbing a ball of cum. She scooped it off with her tongue and swallowed it slowly. "... Every ... last ... one ..."

Francine said nothing, and in saying nothing she tipped her hand. She had no idea what to do. Her eyes darted to Margaret's image on the television, then back to Merkhail, then to Leanne again. She grinned ear to ear, her smile disappearing off her cheeks. "You think you have me beat, don't you?"

Leanne got a chill. Francine wouldn't be gloating if she didn't have some kind of contingency plan and knowing her, it had to be as dangerous as it was capricious. She walked backwards, the light shining off her sharp teeth. She put her back against the window of her room overlooking the lava of Bale II.

"All right Merkhail," she began, "time to choose. Time to put your money where your mouth is. You said you wanted to adopt me, right? Well, you can't do that and save your precious Leanne at the same time."

She leaned forward and slammed the back of her head against the cryogine glass, creating spider web cracks. Heat from the outside lava started to force its way into the room. In seconds the window would crack and the room would melt.

"Her or me!" Francine shouted, her pupils contracted and her eyes wide.

Crack!

Already the temperature was rising.

"Her or me!" Francine repeated.

The cracks spread across the cryogine window like liquid spilling across a table. Leanne was no monster, she didn't want Francine to die, but she was putting them in an impossible situation.

"Run!" Leanne begged her, "If that glass breaks we're all dead!" She tried to grab Francine's arms but she fought her off, content to die a fiery death.

"HER OR ME!"

Bam!

The glass shattered. Leanne felt a wave of hot energy roll over her, melting the hair on her skin and turning the cum on her body to crust. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but red, wavy heat fueled by the lava outside, it obfuscated her view everything.

Merkhail covered Leanne's body with his own. He took off his shirt and wrapped it around her naked body to protect it from the heat.

"Why?!" Francine howled. She pulled her hair out it clumps and stomped her feet. "Why her?! Why not me?! I loved you Merkhail! I – " her sentence devolved into sobbing. She fell to her knees and wailed like a babe. "I thought you cared about meee! Whyyy?! What did I do wrrrong?!"

Time slowed down for Leanne. Merkhail selflessly threw her out of the room to safety, and then he went back for Francine.

The room would burst into flames in ten seconds, but Merkhail went back in anyways. His back sizzled with first degree burns when he reached the bed and grabbed the fire-resistant quilt off it. Five more seconds. Francine had already caught fire when Merkhail smothered her with the blanket, dousing the flames and protecting her from further immolation. Three more seconds. Merkhail screamed in pain as his skin peeled with second degree burns. Her picked Francine up in his arms like she were a child, he jumped out of the room right before the fire got him. Leanne slammed the door shut, trapping the fire inside.

Merkhail's limp body was sprawled across the floor, smoke billowing from his charred skin. Leanne called his name in vein. She hugged him like a mother protecting her injured child.

The Special Forces units Margaret had contacted came charging down the hall, a medic skidded on his knees to them and started treatment immediately. Francine was severely burned; her clothing hung off her limbs in charred tatters. The medics carefully hoisted her onto a stretcher. She wailed in pain, the slightest movement caused her agony. "Help me daddy! Make it stop hurting!"

"What's his blood-type?!" asked one of the medics before putting Merkhail on a stretcher.

"Uh – 'A' negative!"

"Any allergies to any medication?"

"N-No, I don't think so!"

"What's his tolerance rating for Etharium Treatment?"

"Level 3!"

"What was that?!"

"I said Level 3!"

"Only 3? Jesus, guess we'll have to do this the hard way then!"

Merkhail's face was compressed in pain, nothing she said to him got through. She grasped his burned hand and tried to keep up with the stretcher, but she was only a frail elf princess. She lost his hand and fell to the ground. There was commotion all around her, there was talking and shouting, there was the clank of armor and the crackle of radios, there was the thump – thump – thump of boots.

"I LOVE YOU!" She yelled through it all.

He didn't hear her.

#

One week later.

Leanne didn't like being on Earth, but that might have been residual bitterness from her experience with the Elf embassy. The two women who approved her request for a passport snickered at her: "Hey, weren't you our princess once?" "Yeah, you're the one who got dumped. Oh well, maybe if you didn't enjoy sucking on alien tentacles so much, ha, ha!"

She bought herself jeans and a red tube-top, some sneakers and thigh-high socks to help her blend in with Earth girls. She went to a salon and got her hair done, she got highlights and a manicure. She rode the air-metro and visited a museum that told a sordid tale of human history. She saw an overly-violent Earth movie and got lunch at a government-controlled restaurant that only sold healthy food.

None of it took her mind off of Merkhail. The doctors weren't allowing anyone to see him, not until he was stable, she had to bribe a nurse just to get updates on his recovery. And she didn't accept money.

#

Two hours and four orgasms later, Leanne was in bed with the nurse she had bribed, sucking gently on her nipples, nibbling on them with her teeth. Her apartment smelled like smoke and alcohol.

"... Doctors told me that Merkhail will be able to get visitors tomorrow night," said the nurse.

"Does that mean I can see him?!"

"Just eat my cunt and let me do the talking."

Leanne's tongue lapped at the nurse's pussy flesh, she traced the sensitive edges of the labia tickled her the clit with the tip of her nose. The nurses' thigh meat quivered, pussy juice trickled down her slit and onto the bed, turning the white fabric gray.

The nurse shouted obscenities; she was angry at Leanne but it was a fake anger, anger that gave her intense sexual pleasure. "Ah! You cunt! You ... SLUTTY BITCH!" She squirted into Leanne's face. After a bit of after-sex cuddling, the nurse coughed up the truth: "Come to Ward D tonight, I'll meet you there. Merkhail is in room 316 ... and wear the panties I got you."

#

It was raining when Leanne got to the hospital, which was tucked away in the bosom of gaudy skyscrapers that hung over it like it were an unwanted guest. The nurse kept her word and led her to Merkhail's room, congruously located in an expensive suite on the top floor. The young lieutenant had everything from a big screen television to a skylight.

Leanne walked deliberately up to his bed - she didn't want to gaily skip over and act like nothing had happened. The rain pattered against the skylight, each drop exploded like a sunburst in mid-air above her head.

Merkhail was reading a magazine. His skin looked healed and his hair was nearly back to its normal length. Leanne had to give him a solid B for good looks.

He spoke placidly, suddenly, "Both my lungs collapsed. I took a breath before rescuing Francine from that burning room – that's what did it. Do you know how hot lava is? About 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit. That entire room was eviscerated in seconds."

"... You look good," said Leanne.

He snickered, "I looked like hell back on Bale II, right?"

"No you didn't. You were brave. And I can't speak for human girls, but my species finds that very attractive."

"I heard what you said to me before the medics took me away," said Merkhail with a coy, half-smile. "So I have to ask ... why do you love me?"

Leanne staggered with relief, she didn't think he heard her say it. She happily took a seat and interlocked her fingers like a high-school girl discussing a crush. "Because you're very kind – when you're not trying to act so tough. And because you're a persistent leader who never gives up. ... Okay, now spill, why do you love me?"

"Because you're totally fearless. You can stare into the unknown darkness of the galaxy and still come home smiling like a little girl."

There was a pause. Both characters broke into abrupt laughter over nothing at all.

"It's funny," Merkhail began, "I wanted to have this conversation on some sandy beach at sunset. I know girls like that romantic stuff."

"I've been a princess since I was twelve – I've had enough of that frou-frou stuff. Can I – um ..."

"Get into bed with me? Yeah, you won't hurt me."

Leanne spent many nights hugging a pillow she pretended was him and now she was blessed with the real thing. Men didn't understand how intimate simple contact could be, she hugged him and felt a sudden rush of romantic energy she had never felt in her life, not even with her ex-husband.

"The Sarapatra's gone," Leanne said, "Reynami told me two days ago. It's going to be re-built into a military frigate. Apparently that's cheaper than making a new ship from scratch."

"Aw, I'm going to miss that quirky little cargo ship. What are the other girls doing?"

"They re-enlisted but they got sent to different units. Haven't heard from Sister Margaret."

Merkhail's body got tense. He sat up and groaned in frustration. "That's the crappiest ending I've ever heard. Come on, let's get out of here."

"W-wait! Are you even - "

"I'm fine. The military is giving me a one year sabbatical – payment for bringing in Francine. We've got a whole universe to see, come on."

Leanne felt the pensive paralysis of confusion. It all melted away when Merkhail smiled. He rolled over on top of her and pinned her to the bed, stroking her smooth face like a lover. She felt the cold touch of metal against her head.

She reached up and found a wedding ring.

#

Merkhail and Leanne visited every planet they had come across during their adventures on the Sarapatra, and every minute was a blast. There were no missions, no ranks and no horny sex monsters this time around – except for Merkhail of course. Upon leaving the military, Leanne underwent surgery to re-connect her fallopian tubes to her ovaries and thus returning her fertility to her. Seraphim Soldiers had to be sterile while in service in order to prevent beings like Francine from being conceived. Leanne had been a Seraphim Soldier for two years now. She became Mrs. Merkhail Denisuk on her twentieth birthday.

They visited the famous hot springs of A'Loussé after coughing up the bill it demanded. The starry night sky reflected off the still waters of the open air bath. Leanne was all alone with her husband, washing his back with a soapy sponge, lightly dragging her fingertips over the deep muscles under his skin. The young elf girl knew that a serene moment like this would come, and she knew what Merkhail would do when it did.

He planted gentle kisses all over her neck – sensual and painful kisses. His hands glided under the water and teased her naked body, they traced her perfect hourglass figure and reminded her what a sexy body she had. Leanne wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingers into his back and compressing her tit-flesh against his chest. She gently traced the ridges of his abs with her fingers and looked directly into his eyes, communicating with him in her own feminine way, telling him what she wanted without saying a word.

The water splashed when he penetrated her; a long moan of satisfaction escaped Leanne's lips. He never took his eyes off her, he wanted to watch her writhe and squirm under him; he wanted to see her red cheeks and sweaty face – signs of her submission to him. She closed her eyes and locked her lips with his for as long as she could. Until she had to pull back and squeal like the horny wife she was. Her pussy was a perfect match for his genital girth, the ridges along her sugary walls kissed all his nerve endings, interrogating his member, whispering that it was okay to reach climax with her.

Beads of sweat ran down Leanne's neck and collarbone turning white in the moonlight. She put her palms against Merkhail's dark chest, not to keep him away but to make sure he didn't leave without proving his love to her the best way a man could.

Merkhail lifted her bare butt out of the water and put the small of her back against the edge of the bath. He spread her knees and went in deeper.

"Aaahhh – God! Aaahhh! ... hhhaaahhh ... yyyesss!"

The thick, eave-like rim of his dick head dug into Leanne's g-spot and subjected it to a lover's torture. She arched her back while he attacked her nipples atop two creamy breasts that bounced up and down on her chest like mounds of Jell-O. He kissed his way up to her neck where he planted a dark red hickey. Together, they opened their mouths and touched the tips of their tongues together, an intimate and gentle act that made Leanne's hair stand on end. He brought his wife to a crashing orgasm, her hips bucked wildly, her legs locked around his back.

"I love you ...," she said like a drug addict obtaining the sweet relief of a fix, "I love you!"

"I love you too ..."

He pulled her body under the water and pumped her gently, giving her a chance to recover from her orgasm. She put his face against hers. He looked like a wild beast obtaining the most immense sexual satisfaction from simply looking at her demure complexion. "I can't stop thinking about your body," he said. Aroused by his own words, he went into her at a faster pace. "I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are!"

Leanne kissed him. "Show me," she whispered in a silky, womanly voice.

"Wha - "

"That you love me."

Leanne was scared, but even fear had its euphoric benefits. She had no control over what was about to happen to her, she had to trust that Merkhail would do the right thing, to take her hand and lead her into the frightening unknown.

When he came inside of her, Leanne felt nothing but happiness. She felt his warmth flood her uterus; she felt his gentle, affectionate kiss on her cheek.

"It's all right," he said, "This ... is how much I love you."

#

Consciousness returned to Merkhail like a song bird fluttering onto a tree branch during the sunrise. He was in bed in the master bedroom of a new house he had purchased on Earth of all places. Irony became his reality, he joined the military in order to leave the planet and here he was settling down on it. Maybe it was a sublime loyalty to the land of his birth; maybe it was simple laziness.

He groped the left side of his bed and found nothing. "Leanne-honey?!"

"Yes dear?!" she called from an unknown location in the house.

"Coffee please!" he said in a droll, groggy tone.

"Get it yourself lazy-butt!" she responded in the same lovingly-mocking tone.

Merkhail hugged his pillow and whispered: "Ugh ... prissy princess."

"Bossy-pants! I'm an elf - I have good ears honey!"

There was movement underneath the comforter. But Leanne was in the other room. He made for the shell-gun he kept in his night stand but a woman's hand arrested him.

Shooting up from the sheets like geysers of water were four girls: Reynami, Ania, Margaret and Francine in their naked glory. His eyes poured over Ania's curve-less and petit form, over Reynami's slutty and selfish body, over Margaret's mature and womanly image, over Francine's dangerous but attractive curves.

"Go get your damn coffee yourself," said Reynami.

"Dead-beat ...," Ania said.

Margaret was silent, her face red with feminine modesty. Last night Merkhail had skillfully and lovingly made her into a woman just like she asked him too. She needed time to process it.

Francine was still a prisoner but her near death experience had gone a long way to reform her. Several months of good behavior in prison got her a generous parole ruling. She made a public apology to planet Earth and later, a personal one to Merkhail and Leanne. So he kept his promise and adopted her on one condition – they didn't have sex.

"If this adoption thing is going to work, you need to put some clothes on," Merkhail said to Francine.

She jiggled her tit-flesh in front of him. "Come on daddy, just once? Please?"

"No."

"How about just the tip? No deep penetration."

"This isn't The Maury Show! Fathers don't do their daughters! Margaret, bra her for me."

Like a ninja, Margaret slapped a bra onto Francine like a pair of shackles.

The Seraphim Girls got funny after Leanne and Merkhail were married, Reynami was dishonorably discharged from the military for sexual harassment and Ania was put on leave for ... staring at her CO too much.

"Do I want to know why?" he asked Reynami.

"All I did was grab a soldier's dick - men love it when I do that! The next thing I know I'm being profiled as a sexual predator. Can you believe it?"

"As much as I believe the sun rises in the East."

Ania pressed her nose against his own and stared at him with large, glistening eyes.

...

"Stop staring at me!" Merkhail shouted.

All four girls piled onto him, they stripped his boxer shorts off and tackled into the mattress laughing like horny frat girls.

"Where's Mr. Happy?" Reynami asked, scrabbling for his penis.

"Reynami, please!"

"I know I just lost my virginity and all," said Margaret, slowly warming into the new personality sex had given her, "But could we ... do it again?"

Ania stuffed her tiny tits against his mouth. She looked down on him with narrow, lustful eyes.

Merkhail jumped out of bed holding his boxers against his groin. He fled the three horny girls like a refugee, bursting into the kitchen and locking the door behind him, a flurry of estrogen behind him.

Leanne was sitting at a window while the coffee boiled. Her blond hair poured off her crown like a golden cascade, splashing off her butt. She wore a pink nightgown that was thin enough to see through.

She calmly turned towards him with a loving wife's smile. She cradled her baby in her arms like the precious cargo it was. She had borne him a sweet little girl who was happily sipping milk from Leanne's bosom which had had swelled from a C cup to a massive E cup. If simply being around babies caused her to lactate, then birthing one had double the effect.

"How are you doing?" Merkhail asked.

"Besides swinging around my new ten-pound boobies? Pretty good. Coffee is ready."

The young lieutenant patted his daughter's head instead. She was soft to the touch, her hair so thin it felt like silk. She removed her mouth from Leanne's milk-stained nipple and looked at him, like she knew he was her father.

"She's got your brains," said Merkhail, "... and ears."

"And your appetite - she's chewing my nipples raw!"

Merkhail took their baby in his arms. "Now, now Mika, don't go hurting your mother like that."

Reynami, Margaret, Ania and Francine all broke down the kitchen door by accident, falling flat onto their faces and shouting the unanimous cry of "OW!"