Starr vs the Emperor of Space Pt. 05

The crowds gasped louder -- and they were so transfixed by the scene before them, this shocking alteration in the fortunes of the arena, that they did not see Zardo's face twist into a fierce scowl. His hand picked up the small orb used to command the arena's automatic systems as he murmured, beneath his breath. "My daughter...do you seek to betray me? Or are you merely overcome with girlish silliness?"

"I'm...so tired..." Mark said, wobbling -- and then gasped as Zella stepped forward, behind him. She grabbed onto his cock, squeezing the base of him, hard enough to Mark grunted in something between pain and pleasured.

"You will not cease my show so soon, Pet!" She growled into his ear, while Robin gaped up at the pair of them. "Cybrid, entice this Earthman with your alien body."

Robin bit her lower lip, then murmured. "Yes, my Princess," she said, and the slavish tone of devotion and submission in her voice was almost enough to bring Mark's erection back to full eagerness by itself. She stood, then stretched her upper arms behind her neck while planting her lower arms on her hips, taking both female stances most known to entice the eye of any red blooded American male at a moment's notice...at the same time. While she did so, she arched her back, causing her full breasts to heave, while her girlish member throbbed between her thighs like a lewd flag, begging to be conquered.

"Take me, Mark," she purred. "Take me...Master..."

Mark growled and then flung himself forward, Zella releasing him...and then blushing as the grizzled G.I bore the Cybrid warrior to the ground, pinning two of her arms above her head while grinding his cock against hers, trapping her member against her own muscular belly. His mouth pressed to her neck, sucking on her flesh...and Zella found herself unable to simply stand back. She knelt down and, before the gasping crowds, reached out to take hold of Mark Style's cock and guide him, tip first, back into the warmth of his lover.

Mark groaned low in his throat as he took Robin once more -- fucking her into the dusty ground of the arena with powerful full body motions, squishing her breasts against his chest as his fingers interlocked with hers and her two lower arms caressed his sides with loving gentleness. Her head spinning, the Star Princess Zella forgot the crowds and her own father's scowling features -- she only had eyes for the graceful sway of Mark's balls, so full with Earthman cum, the same cum she had felt spilling into her own eager womb. Her fingers slid along the dusty ground and her nose flared, breathing in the scent of a true Earthman...a true American hero, and her head spun as she whispered.

"Oh Mark..." Then she kissed his balls, gently, then licked at the base of his cock, teasing both him and Robin with the dainty flick of her royal tongue. She nuzzled against the joining of her longtime companion and her newest pet -- and then felt the pulse of Mark's third orgasm...and knew that even now, the love-chemicals being released by his body were scouring the last of the Lust Venom from his body.

Then his cock drew back and she was rewarded by the warmth of his seed, spilling from the well fucked purple ass of Robin, straight onto her regal tongue. She moaned, swallowing lewdly, wantonly, her finger reaching down to rub at her sex through the thin white gauze of her leggings. She licked -- barely aware of the crowd murmuring softly...

Then Zardo's voice boomed out.

"My daughter, it seems, has decided that she would be the true victor of this Arena!" he said, spreading his arms as he stood. "All hail Star Princess Zella, the Conqueror of the Arena!" His eyes flashed as he spoke, and the crowd began to clap and chant.

"Zella! Zella! Zella!"

But Zella could see the fire in those eyes -- and the frown on those imperial lips.

Under his breath, the Emperor of Space murmured: "Kryton."

"Yes, my Emperor?" his aid, the sniveling Kryton the Cruel, stepped to his side, stooped and hunched under his concealing robes.

"My daughter has betrayed me," Zardo said. "You will arrange the death of Mark Style and his Cybrid."

"Yes, my Emperor."

"And...you will fetch for me...the Mind Worms!"

"Not...the Mind Worms, your majesty?" Kryton whispered, even his obsequiousness obliterated in his shock at such a terrible order.

Zardo whirled, to glare at him.

"At once, your majesty. The Mind Worms." Kryon bowed, then retreated -- fleeing from the cheering arena, and from the unwitting, smiling face of the Star Princess Zella.

***

King F'eath Arr stroked his beak, glaring down it at Jasmine Starr, who was currently in...well, not exactly the position she had hoped to be before the aging monarch. Where mere hours before, he had been throwing the vast weight of his Venusian Kingdom behind her plans for the future...now, that very future may be ending in a very terminal, and final point. This was emphasized by the fact that, rather than being dressed in the finest gowns and glittering necklaces that the Hawkmen might have offered, Jasmine was simply in her red loincloth and bra, her body unadorned by anything save for unbreakable chains of space steel, locked around her wrists and ankles, pinning her to her knees in the center of the throne room.

"The question I ask of myself," King Arr said, his voice low and dangerous. "Is do I risk a communication ray to distant Pluto..."

"Well-"

"Silence!" Arr boomed, standing to his ponderous height. Old he may be. Fat, he may have gotten. But he remained his son's father -- and his son, who stood mutely beside the throne, was a rippling display of Hawkmanhood. Jasmine felt a tingly flicker along her spine and bit her lip, mentally chastising herself. Now was not the time to ponder if, like his son, Old King Arr might be...actually...

That could be one way to escape this particular entanglement, she thought, before Arr shook his head, then turned his back to her, pacing back and forth.

"For centuries, the Hawkmen have been free. It is only...to my unwilling head that this terrible burden rests. You know not of the might...of the evil of Aytan Zardo." He sighed, slowly. "My son was but a fledgling then -- he did not see Ceres, where the Devilmen dwelt with such justified pride in their accomplishment, being turned before the eyes of the whole solar system into a place of death and dread. You did not see as Queen Spidrena of the Faemen was forced to kneel before Zardo, lest his rockets drag an asteroid from the Belt, then drop it upon her cities! The force of it! The power of such a blow -- it would be enough to shatter even their tunnel home."

He shook his head as S'kye shifted from foot to foot.

"And now, I find myself entangled in Zardo's schemes and politics. If I slip into one rising current, it may take me to safety. Or...it may dash me down below, into the acid," he said, turning to face Jasmine. "If I send a communication ray to Pluto, and tell Zardo of your being alive, then he may reward us. Or he may ask for my son's head on a platter for defiling you before Zardo has a chance! He may send his war rockets to rain atomic fire upon my kingdom!"

Jasmine weighed her words, carefully. "Your majesty...you must know, Zardo's evil must be fought. If...you are so precarious, then you have no true safety, no matter what choice you pick. If Zardo conquers Earth, then he will have the enslavement of billions of men, women, and children and enough land to build a fleet fifty, a hundred, ten hundred times the size he has now. He will have access to Earth's vast supplies of uranium and coal! His current dominion will seem like a piddling house of cards next to what he could do!"

Arr sighed a long slow sigh. "Were I a younger man, Jasmine." He turned to face her, his eyes filled with regal sadness. "I might feel the fire of rebellion as you did. Why..." He chuckled. "I might feel the fire you clearly coaxed in my son." His wings mantled, then settled. "But I am not a young man. Nor am I a prince. I...am a King. And a King must do what is right for his people."

He clapped his scaled hands.

Two guards entered.

"Take her to the Drop. Zardo will never know she was here."

"Father!" S'kye exclaimed. "No!"

"I must!" Arr snapped, his beak clacking.

"Must!?" Jasmine growled out as she was dragged to her feet. "Oh, on Earth, there were low down cowards like you! People who said oh, yes Mr. Hitler, of course Mr. Hitler, whatever you say my Fuehrer. They did whatever he said -- and you know what we called them? Collaborators!" She kicked her legs, slightly, the heels dragging them along the floor. "You may call yourself a king, F'eath Arr! But you are no better than Pétain!"

Arr turned to her. "What do you want of me!?" He asked, his voice rich with pain and anguish.

"Father...I..." S'kye paused. "What of the Diamond Suit?"

"That cruelty? That abomination!?" Arr growled. "Are you insane?"

"What is the Diamond Suit?" Jasmine asked, her curiosity overriding her wrath for a moment.

"It is a cruelty, from the reign of the mad king C'arrion V'ultar. Two centuries before, he would delight in executing people by sending them down the Drop -- but rather than going so naked, so that they would die quickly, he would send them down in the Diamond Suit. They would survive to the surface, but then be trapped within diamond, forced to slowly melt, to contemplate their doom."

Jasmine thought, hard. Her eyes flicked out the window. She bit her lip. "...I demand the suit," she said, quietly.

"What?" King Arr asked, his eyes widening.

"I demand the suit and for my execution to be held high noon tomorrow," she said, nodding.

"Venus does not turn," King Arr said, his voice still shocked. "The rising and setting of the sun comes entirely from the slow movement of our city through the vast clouds."

Jasmine...smiled. Her grin, indeed, was quite fierce, her eyes flashing with confident energy.

"Precisely," she said.

***

The chamber Jasmine was kept within, with two guards standing by to ensure she did not escape, was essentially the same she had made her mistake in. Right down to the bountiful view of clouds beyond. Venus at night was a splendorous beauty beyond compare, the starlight shining purple and blue upon the vast clouds that swept in their endless, gentle dance. Sculpted by time and space, they made a sophisticated viewing pleasure that warmed Jasmine's heart, even as her mind whirled and thought forward -- constructing new plans and schemes to hopefully prolong her life and, more, bring an end to the hated Zardo regime.

The door to her chamber opened and she turned, then saw a very familiar looking, demure hawkwoman stepping into the room, bearing a tray with refreshments. She was a pretty young thing -- blond haired and gold eyed, with nut brown skin and mottled brown pinion feathers on her swept back wings. She was dressed in a simple serving slip, and as she walked on her bare, human-like feet towards Jasmine, her eyes looked right down at the tray she carried.

She set it down on the bed beside Jasmine, and spoke into the quiet of the room. "I...I am sorry, miss."

Then Jasmine recognized her -- she was the very maid that had stumbled upon her and the Prince in the midst of their passions. She smiled, slightly. "For what?"

"For..." Jasmine cocked her head, then took the maid's hand before she drew away.

"F-For speaking so incautiously, for...spilling the beans." The maid sighed.

Jasmine smiled. "That's not your fault, my dear. What is your name?"

She bit her lip, slightly. "N'est."

"N'est, a pretty name," Jasmine said, drawing close, brushing her blond hair behind one of her ears. The maid blushed, her wings mantling and her nipples jutting out against her shift -- eager hard buds that drew Jasmine's eyes and made her tongue flick along her lips. "But it wasn't your fault. It was my fault for being so...indecorous."

"But you will be executed on the morrow!" N'est exclaimed.

"Oh, don't be so sure." Jasmine murmured. "But if I am to die tomorrow, I would have liked to have lived today. And...well, I can definitely say, my thighs ache as if I had." She grinned, wickedly as N'est giggled into her hand, her cheeks flushing.

"I-I'll say! I...I have...seen the Prince nude from...time to time, but...n-never with his cock out of its sheath," she whispered. "And his knot! It's as big as a fist!"

"Felt that way," Jasmine said, laughing. "I'm shocked, though, with girls as pretty as you about the palace, how has he resisted the urge to hilt himself, so to speak, inside of each of you ten times at least?"

N'est gasped. "He would never! He's far too noble!"

Jasmine frowned, her brow furrowing. "As in you're not good enough for his royal cock?"

"Oh, no, no!" N'est's cheeks were burning but she shook her head fiercely. "He would never -- because...w...we could not refuse him! Even if...every female in the palace has long thought on how much they would want Prince S'kye Arr himself to take them in their beds or...over a balcony railing or...against a wall..." She bit her lower lip, her eyes looking faintly unfocused. "Impregnating us with a royal bastard... growing heavy with his forbidden children... so we have to lay his eggs in secret..." She trialed off, her mouth opening, then closing as she bit her lower lip again, dragging her teeth against herself.

Jasmine chuckled. "...but?"

N'est shook herself, her eyes focusing. "But h-he'd never be sure if we truly desired it or if we were doing it because he was the Prince! And so, he remains as chaste as a Titanian Space Monk!"

Jasmine's chuckle was lower, throatier than her first. "Ahhhhh, so that's why he nearly broke my hips with the strength of his thrusting." She laid on her belly, casually picking a grape from the bowl that rested on the tray that N'est had brought her, then popped it into her mouth. As she chewed, N'est giggled and blushed.

"Well, I can tell you, every woman in the palace is jealous of you!" she said.

"He didn't fuck like a virgin," Jasmine murmured, contemplating.

"It's a shame that such natural talent must go to waste," N'est said, shaking her head as she did so. "To think Prince S'kye has to constrain himself while that mysterious masked bandit, the Sky King, is free to mount any woman who spreads her thighs for him!" She shook her head.

"The Sky King?" Jasmine asked.

"Oh, he's...a bandit that strikes at Zardo's transport ships when they come to claim the imperial tax. King Arr has tried to capture him dozens of times, but he never has. They say, though, that he's made love to half the women in the capital..." She bit her lip. "W-What a scoundrel. Imagine, being...tied down by him...your thighs spread apart, your virginity taken by his massive cock, claimed by a common criminal!"

"Yes, imagine it," Jasmine said, her voice dry, watching as the little repressed maid just barely stopped herself from grinding her wet pussy against the bed, her wings half spread in arousal. "Has anyone seen this Sky King?"

"N-Never without his mask, no," N'est said.

"Well. Maybe he shall save the day tomorrow," Jasmine said, laughing. "And I will not have to face the wrath of Venus."

She sat up, then. "But there is one thing that I wish, before I must sleep and face my execution."

"Oh? I can get you anything, I owe you so much," N'est said, her eyes wide as she turned to face Jasmine. "Anything you need, I shall provide it, Jasmine St-mmmph!" She moaned as Jasmine leaned forward and kissed her upon her mouth. The hawkwoman's wings spread wide...and then settled against her shoulders as she allowed herself to be slowly laid on her back, her arms lifting above her head. The nubile N'est, nearly numb with nervous needs, spread her thighs as Jasmine broke the kiss, lifting her shift above her head with a tug and twist of her hands.

"I-I...Jasmine! I...I am just a maid!" N'est whispered.

"And I am just an Earthwoman, in need..." Jasmine crooned. "I must sleep soon, so we must be quick, my little dove." She slipped her red underclothes off, revealing her own sopping wet cunt, then in a single smooth movement locked her legs around N'est's. Their pussies touched together, eliciting a mewl of desperate need from N'est and forcing Jasmine to bite her own lip to keep from moaning so wantonly that the guards might hear. Her body burned with desperate lust -- the adrenaline of future peril driving her to rock her hips, grinding herself against N'est...her favored form of this kind of loveplay.

When she lacked her toys, of course.

"Oh Jasmine! Jasmine! Jasmine!" N'est moaned, her firm breasts jiggling with every grinding rock of Jasmine's hips. "Ah! I'm going insane!" She rolled her head back as, with a single finger, Jasmine reached down and coaxed her from mere pleasure to burning as hot and as brightly as Blue Coal might in the furnace, hearth or even barbecue pits of millions of Americans on the East Coast of the United States.

Jasmine leaned forward and kissed N'est, allowing her own orgasm to come -- warmth exploding through her as N'est trembled and came against her as well, the warm juices of her Hawkwoman cunt frothing along Jasmine's thighs. The two women fell together, the Hawkwoman sprawled atop her, their lips locked. Jasmine drew her close and held her as they both breathed, slowly, and then fell to slumbering beneath the glittering starlight of Venus.

***

Morning came and with it came the time of Jasmine Starr's execution.

The Drop chamber was bare and simple, and yet terrible in its design. Located at the bottom of the Sky City, it was nothing more than a vast circular hole that looked down over the swirling clouds of Venus. The air within the city was lighter than the air beyond, and so was kept within the chamber without any difficulty, but the acrid stench of the air beyond was clear to Jasmine's nose as she was marched onto the tongue of metal that jutted out from the lowest level above the circular pit. When she lifted her head, she saw that there were vast numbers of auditorium seats...but all were empty, save for King F'eath Arr.

As she was not ever meant to be here, and Sky City planned to pretend that she had never come to Venus, that Jasmine Starr had died in the depths of space...she could understand the lack of spectators.

Before her, at the end of the tongue, was the diamond suit itself.

Less a suit than a mobile vehicle, the Diamond Suit was a thing of grotesque beauty, a testament to the viciousness of prior Kings of the Hawkmen...it was, in short, a machine that could walk like a man. Heavy pneumatic pipes ran along the inner edges of the armored skin, visible beneath the transparent diamond armor -- all connected to an engine placed on the back. These pneumatic pipes would, Jasmine intuited, enhance and magnify her strength, allowing her to move within the segmented armor of the transparent diamond suit.

The suit opened as she stepped before it, automatically unfolding with a whirr and hiss and creak of settling metal and diamond. Jasmine squared her shoulders, then lifted her head to King Arr. She frowned. "This suit seems awfully expensive," she said.

"In the olden days, the engine was removed -- to entomb the victims on Venus. Only once they were dead, they would be recovered," Arr said, his voice echoing down to her. "I...should..." he paused, and she could see uncertainty in his features.

One of the Hawkmen guards escorting her stepped forward, acting on the implied order left by King Arr's voice...but then a bolt of dark movement shot past and the man fell, groaning, his arm thrown wide, the hilt of his sword -- one of the mysterious mag-rapiers that were apparently quite common among officers and highly ranked soldiers throughout the solar system -- fell from the side of the platform. As it tumbled away, Jasmine saw the dark shape...a blue-black furred and feathered Hawkman, his face covered with a darkened mask, carrying a rocket bolt pistol in one hand, a sword in the other. His wings caught an updraft and she saw that he was banking around, even as the other guard shouted.