Starr vs the Emperor of Space Pt. 08

Jasmine stood and walked to the nightstand, then opened it and saw what Evie had meant...and she crooned quietly. Unlike the primitive strap-ons of Earth, this truly was a strap worthy of the prefix of 'space.' The cock itself was, much like the straps of Earth, was a carved material that mimicked the hardness and pliability of a cock...but there, all similarities ended. The harness itself was made of elegant silvery metal that was warm to the touch and flowed like liquid. And the point where it would rest against Jasmine's own sex was covered with its own shimmering liquid-metal, like mercury trapped beneath a pane of glass. Jasmine caressed it with a finger, shocked to find the liquid-metal was in fact quite exposed, but remained within the pane as if it was glued to the interior.

At her touch, the silver beaded out small tendrils, pressing to her finger with inquisitive movements.

"What is this?" Jasmine asked.

Evie chuckled, clearly enjoying her wonderment -- having rolled onto her side to watch her. The sight of the Spider Queen laying on her side, completely nude, was one that made her answer nearly impossible to hear. Curvaceous. Athletic. Ebony black. Her brilliant white hair had been recently styled into long, whip-thick dreadlocks that now tumbled around her African features, her long pointed ears emerging from between the carefully tied locks. "The space strap's inner metal is made of a material that we can no longer make -- through means beyond even our modern science, it is capable of making the artificial cock attached to the strap feel as if it were your very own..."

"Remarkable," Jasmine purred, before she lifted one leg and slid it down through the hole. She tucked in her other, then tugged the entire assemblage upwards -- and gasped as she felt a cool rush of contact against her sex. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from mewling softly, then groaned as she felt the intense awareness of the artificial member that now jutted from between her thighs. She reached down and gripped the base of the cock, laughing raggedly. "I now have a newfound respect for our spear counterparts!"

"Quite," the Spider Queen crooned, lustfully. "But for now, take yourself to me and claim my royal pussy, Jasmine Starr!"

Jasmine grinned and then walked forward. She came to the bed, slipping her knees upon it, then crawled over the Queen, who remained on her belly, her rump wiggling as she crawled forward and thrust her back upwards at the same time, purring as her ass lifted into the air. Jasmine crawled atop her, pressed her cock to her pussy, feeling the warmth of her against her cocktip as if she really had grown herself a member, and then grinned. "Oh but, for all its perils...I do love space..." She purred, then leaned forward, kissing the base of the Evie's neck. Her cock slid into her, sheathing within the Faewoman's cunt inch by inch by inch, until the entirety of her cock was inside of her, and Jasmine had truly claimed...the Spider Queen!

"Ah! Jasmine! Jasmine! Jasmine!" She screamed.

"Oh I shall be having fun with you, my sweet," Jasmine purred in her ear. "Though...I do have..." She reached around. Her fingers found the glittering clitty of the needy space queen, her fingers rubbing it gently as she nibbled on the tip of her dark ear, sucking on it gently, making the cunt she was in spasm around her cock as if she was a woman possessed. "...a request."

"Ah! Yes! Yes! Anything!" Evie moaned.

"Can I enter into the Maze of Madness, and travel to the terraforming machine contained within?" Jasmine asked, sliding back, her breasts heaving as she put her hands right upon the meaty rump of the gorgeous Faewoman. Her eyes were hooded, her voice confident. Dominant. "Just as I have entered and conquered you, I wish to enter and conquer...it."

"Mmmmhhh!" Evie threw her head back. "Oh gods, yes!" She shuddered as her climax ran so hot and so fierce that her juices flowed down Jasmine's thighs. AS she trembled, Jasmine grinned, then leaned forward. With one hand upon one of those royal tits, squeezing firmly, she whispered in Evie's ear.

"Was that...yes I can go into the Maze of Madness or...yes, you want me to fuck you all night?" She crooned.

Evie barked out a ragged, desperate laugh.

Then.

"Yes!"

***

Princess Snow reclined within her bed, her back propped against a pillow, a book set upon her lap. She had read the same line ten times -- trying to focus upon the book and not the rythmic pounding noise against the wall of her bedroom, and the sounds of her mother's bliss echoing through the thin rock.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Destroy me, Jasmine! Oh! Destroy my royal pussy! Ah! I am losing my mind! AH! YES! YES! YESSSSS!"

Princess Snow slowly turned the page.

The pounding got louder and harder -- and with a clatter, her lamp tipped over. The crystal bulb sputtered out as its space cord tugged free from the space socket, rendering it inert and unconnected to any source of power to produce its brilliant illumination.

"By the Spider Gods, I wish you were a man! Ah! If only you could breed another child within me! Ah! I don't care how illicit would be, I need your baby, Jasmine Starr! Yes! Yes! Fuck my slutty cunt! Fill me with your cum! Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes! Knock me up! Breed me! Breed me! YES!"

"I am going to kill her," Snow whispered in darkness.

***

In the depths of space...

Spinning around a central point within their pivot, the mass of their remaining monohydrogen reaction mass and engine housing serving as the counterweight to their habitation capsual, the escapees from Zardo's terrible Ice Castle of Pluto sat around a table.

The beginnings of Space Madness had begun, inexorably, to creep within their abode.

"I'm not saying that Mark didn't do the dishes, I'm saying that the dishes needed to be fully scrubbed," C'law said, quietly, his voice a bassy rumble.

"They seemed clean enough," Mark said, his voice tight.

Robin glanced between the two of them, her own knees drawn against her chest, her head ducked down.

"While we're covering things," Zella said, her own voice holding the haughty, princessly tone that had been mostly scoured from her by her experience with the terrible Mind Worms. "Mark, can you...pick up your damn socks?"

"I don't even have socks, those aren't mine!" Mark exclaimed.

"Then who's socks are theirs!?" Zella screamed, springing to her feet.

"Not mine!" Mark said.

"I can't TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Robin shouted, springing to her feet and slamming her head into the ceiling. "Ow!"

"You can't take it, I haven't been able to stretch my wings!" C'law snarled, thrusting his finger at her. "For days! Trapped in this suffocating coffin -- surrounded by vacuum! You at least were born to fly in little tubes!"

"I was born on Earth, you cad!"

Mark, who was five seconds away from strangling Zella with his own bare hands, realized at the last second. He froze, then put his palms to his face. "Wait!" He groaned through his palms -- but when no one seemed to notice him, he dropped his hands. "WAIT!"

Everyone glared at him.

"...this is Space Madness, isn't it?" he asked.

"What? No, it-" Zella paused, blinking. She looked as if she was reflecting on her own actions, her own state of mind. "...I thought...I'd be better at handling it." She rubbed her shoulders gently. "Oh Mark! Oh Robin! I'm so sorry! And C'law, too!" She hung her head forward.

"Is there a cure?" Mark asked. "Or...maybe we should risk using ultra-sleep?"

"There is...one possible cure," C'law said, quietly. "But using it is...risky."

Mark chuckled. "We were all seconds away from killing each-other. I say, risk is worth it."

Five minutes later, Mark laughd as he laid back against C'law's furred bulk, smoke streaming from his mouth as the water pipe burbled gently as Robin took in her dose of the cannabis. She sighed, raggedly, then laid herself against C'law's other side, her voice a warm mumble. "Mmm, that's the good stuff."

"What were we even fighting about?" Zella murmured, puffing slowly on the space reefer, the tip sending up streamers of smoke towards the ceiling filters, which whirred quietly as they cleared the room of the excess smoke.

"Who knows," Mark said, his eyes closed, snuggling against the side of the burly Hawkman without a care in the world.

The specter of Space Madness had been cast aside...for now. But was the cure possibly worse than the disease? While Mark slumbered, he was unaware that even now, the unpredictable and potentially psychotic effects of unchecked cannabis were steadily making their works upon his mind. And even if he was lucky enough to avoid, as the common children of Earth are fond of saying, the reefer madness...who knows what sin or depravity could come from courting such a vile and dangerous chemical.

But for now, the ship continued to drift through space, the crew as of yet unmaddened by either the creeping pressures of space or the dangers of "Mary Jane" -- and behind them, ever lurking, was the war rocket of Commander Skar, keeping his patient course.

Waiting for his chance...to strike!

TO BE CONTINUED