The Hierarchy of Now and Forever Ch. 06

"W-What about your girlfriend?" she gasped.

"Don't worry..." Eugene moaned softly. He focused - and brought to him, so that she could feel it through their skin to skin contact, the memory of his last night on Zeta Colony. Angela had playfully teased him about all the strange aliens he'd meet. It's okay, Gene, I've read the physics textbooks. I know what it's like. Just promise to tell me about them... She had crooned, tweaking his nipple gently as she sprawled against him.

"Oh," the Krull girl whispered back, her compound facets glittering with unshed tears. "Oh I n-never knew such...feelings! Oh gods! Oh cruel ones! Gene!" She arched her back, her sex tightening around him as her first climax - her first real climax, as far as Eugene could tell, sparked through her muscular, green body.

Fortunately, Eugene had been trained for his. It was part of physical training for any UNN officer. For situations very similar to this one, now that he thought about it. He kept himself from climaxing with a focused effort, thrusting faster, harder. His balls bounced against her ass as his hands slid to her hips, holding the green Krull in place as he grunted quietly. "Yes...yes!" She moaned, then swung her other leg around - hooking ankle over ankle to keep him in place.

That was signal enough.

Eugene groaned, low and hungry in his throat as he bucked once more, thrusting deep inside of her, panting softly. His seed gushed into her pussy, spurting and spurting and spurting. Thick spunk dripped around her sex as she panted heavily, her compound eyes shifting and shimmering as she rocked her head from side to side.

"Ah...ah..." Eugene panted, softly. The Krull girl panted back, her breasts heaving.

"Do we go back to trying to kill each other now?" she whispered, sounding half unsure.

"Usually this, uh, I think the regs say at least three more rounds," Eugene said.

Before she could respond, her leather belt chirruped. She had kept that, as it seemed she was better at being attuned to her own teleportation than to teleporting others. Eugene groaned as her hips twitched around him - her hand snatching and drawing out a communicator.

"Princess!" A growling voice came from the communicator. "Where is the prisoner? Where are you?"

"I'm in my...bed chambers. I've killed the prisoner in Snuffu," she said, firmly. "They were useless. Just a...a Paw malebitch."

"I see," the gruff voice said.

"I shall return to the bridge, we can discuss what to do there," she said, then jerked her hips - and with a crack, vanished from the end of Eugene's dick. His cock, softening, felt suddenly quite cool as it was instantly exposed to the air of the moon.

He frowned, slightly. "Well that's a fine how do you do," he said, sighing quietly as he leaned back, regarding his Krull-slick dick. "Now, how to get back to the Excalibur..." He rubbed his chin, then stood. He started to poke around the area...

***

"Then, I just mixed the dio-lithinates with the local water and bam, instant transductive current," Eugene said as he laid in Dr. Carothers' bed, medical analyzers attached to his arms and chest. "How was Tygress?"

"Fine," John said, casually, while Dr. Carothers applied bandages to his lacerated back - Krull skin or no, he was bleeding enough thick black blood that the doctor had laid out a tarp. "We're on route to Trade-1 as we speak, with the Waa squadron returning to their patrols."

Eugene nodded.

"Sooooooooo, do I have to keep this secret from Angela?" Albert asked from the other side of the bed.

"Nah," Eugene said. "She told me that we weren't mono when I was shipped out. She read an entire textbook on it."

Albert scowled. "So, why have you been turning down party night?"

"Just because I can sleep with strangers doesn't mean I will," he said.

"And there!" Dr. Carothers said, slapping down the last bandage. "So, is it always like this with a Paw? Should I be issuing Kevlar for when our engineer goes into heat again?" He made a face as John shook his head, turning to face him.

"Kat prefers doggy style," he said. "I now see why."

"Ironic," Albert said, cheerfully.

"So," Eugene said, sitting up. "Am I ready to go back to my con-" Dr. Carothers put his hand on his chest and gently but firmly pushed Eugene back into the bed.

"You have a dislocated thumb, a pain-wand wound, and more importantly, a cock covered in Krull feminine mucus," Dr. Carothers said, his voice full of gruff 'I told you so, damn it!' "We don't have any medical records on male Terran slash female Krull relationships. All that we know about Krull mating habits are that it involves a pain condom. And if they have to wear a rubber, you may have to too."

"I don't think the, ahem, pain condom is for any safe sex reasons," John said, coughing.

"Laddddddddies!" Pixie said, leaning into existence over the Captain's shoulder. She started to wiggle her eyebrows excitedly.

"All right that's enough interview," Dr. Carothers said, gesturing with his hands. "Go on, get out, your flight officer needs a chance to rest." He pushed John back - a rather comical sight, considering John was still in his Krull form and, thus, towered above the doctor. Albert walked out with his hands on his pockets, grinning back at Eugene.

"Take it easy, man! And next time, I'll be the one who gets abducted! Promise!"

"I'm sure you'll have just as much fun," Eugene said, then sighed as the door shut. The doctor turned back, looking annoyed.

"Now!" he said. "Time for to get more samples. Roll onto your side." He pulled on a bright blue glove.

Eugene sighed and, for a moment, wished he was back on the Krull dungeonship.

***

In the darkness of her tormentarium, Princess Evilla Slayvine regarded her various implements of communion with the Cruel Ones. Her matrification gauntlet waited, with the auto-teeth implanted in the palm and fingers. But no. Her flagellation field belt waited, ready to scar her back and shoulders with focused force-screens. But...no. Her hand rested for a moment over the most traditional tool - the knife of a thousand agonies. But as she hefted it up and prepared herself...she threw it aside with a groan and stood.

She started to pace in the tormentarium, her eyes flashing as they caught the flickering torchlight. "Stupid Terran..." She grumbled. "Not even a proper...his...his dick wasn't even that...big!" She huffed, then flung herself into the bed - which was, of course, properly hard and unyielding. She laid on her back, her hand sliding along her face, down her neck as she muttered softly. "A-And it's not as if I...wanted..." Her fingers found the hard nub of her nipple. She lazily took it, and...considered trying manual tormenting. Instead, her fingers were gentle, coaxing from her a soft, forbidden sigh. "I don't want..."

Her other hand slithered along her muscular green belly. Delved between her thighs. Her thick, blunt fingers began to rub along her sex, feeling her eager arousal, splashing along her fingers. Her thumb rubbed against her clit as she bit her lower lip, her tusks throbbing slightly as she tried to repress her groan of pleasure. She couldn't. Her fingers pushed into her sex as her mind was filled with hazy, forbidden images...

Laying on a bed of roses. Being kissed, gently, by a dashing prince in-

"Nnno!" She groaned, bucking her hips. Despite her words, she thrust two fingers into her needy Krull cunt, moaning softly as her hips twitched up to meet her thrusting fingers. Her thumb rubbed herself in slow, eager circles as she tossed her head from side to side. "I don't want a prince in- ah! Oh Cruel Ones!" She moaned, her voice growing higher and more desperate as her spine arched. She worked her fingers faster and faster, her palm slapping against her own sex as she gasped and moaned.

Despite being in her tormentarium, despite her holy orders, Princess Evie found herself moaning in bliss as her thighs spread and she thrust her fingers deep into her needy sex. Her girlcum frothed around her fingers, puddling onto her hard bed as she gasped and panted and mewled softly. "G-Gene!" She panted, softly, her fingers feeling the eager pulse of her sex around them - tightening, releasing, tightening, releasing.

She drew her hand from her sex, looking at the thick, gleaming juices that dripped along her palm.

"Oh I'm in so much trouble, aren't I?" she whispered, softly.

A soft chime came from her door. She snapped her thighs together, rolled forward, and ducked her arm behind her back, laying on her bed, her sweating body on full display. "Enter," She said, her voice gruff. The door opened and Captain Kreag entered.

"Princess, I hope I did not interrupt your agonies," the Captain said, nodding curtly. "But the strange ship has arrived at Trade-1. Do you have a new plan to learn who, precisely, it belongs too? The crew have-" he paused. "Are you sure you feel agonized enough, you seem...odd?"

"Manual stimulation with my fingers. I feel traditional," Evie lied, casually. "And yes. I have a plan. I...will infiltrate the strange ship. In disguise."

"Princess-"

"Do you speak back to me, Captain?" she growled. "Or will the Lord of Pain have to call you to account at Homeworld?"

"I...no, Princess," Captain Kreag said, then bowed to her. "I shall leave you to your preparations. Hail evil!"

"Hail evil," Evie murmured, softly. The door hissed shut as the other Krull left. Evie rolled onto her back, breathing a slow sigh of relief. She looked at her hand, blushing. She tried to think of how she would turn this to her advantage in a way that wouldn't get her found out for her utter perversion - but her mind simply vomited up such disgusting, horrible images as...as her walking hand and hand with Eugene through a flower grove. Or him...making love to her! Without even needing to hold her down or force her to do anything! Ugh! She shook her head, trying to cast out the un-Krullish thoughts as she growled.

"Damn you!"

Then she remembered what her father, the Lord of Pain, had told her when she was young.

If you ever feel bad for someone, my little Evilla, do you know what you must do? He had clenched his hand into a fist, and snarled. Kill that someone immediately, and dedicated yourself to our Zemturga masters once more!

Evie nodded. She looked at the discarded knife of a thousand agonies. She tried to imagine plunging it into Eugene's chest.

Instead, her traitor mind just imagined...taking his cock into her mouth.

To bite?

No! She simply...wanted to bring him pleasure!? It was so perverse! So...foul...to just...to just bring another being pleasure, for the joy of shared delight? Ugh! She hated the idea. She hated it!

Her fingers delved between her thighs again. She bit her wrist to muffle her moans. Her fingers slipped into her sex once more with a wet, lewd noise.

She hated it...

TO BE CONTINUED