Kinky Space Vixen by Sam Kinkaid Page A

another, he could not
keep away from her, had been neglecting his duties in the harem and
everybody knew about it. He did not care. If he could have but one
dream in the world it would be to die fucking her. So engrossed
were the two of them in their lovemaking they did not notice the
curtain of their cubicle pulled back and the figure watching them
the whole time. “Rhonda!” Exclaimed Rogerus in terror, falling off
Wandoria and out of the bed just as he reached climax, landing in a
crumpled heap on the floor below and facing the gang-mistress as
cum shot from his raging cock and pebble-dashed upon her
shoes.
“I thought you had been neglecting your duties of late,” declared
Rhonda gleefully. “I had no idea you were shacking up with this
little whore.”
“Mistress, forgive us!” Exclaimed Wandoria fearfully. “We could not
resist one another. We tried to keep it a secret but…”
“The amount of noise the two of you were making I’m surprised the
whole damned palace didn’t come running,” sneered Rhonda. “It’s
always the quiet ones. My word but you must be a filthy little
bitch indeed if you can find cause to fuck that half-human. Or are
you really just that desperate that any raggedy old cock will
do?”
“Mistress please!” beseeched Wandoria. “We are very much in
love!”
“You must be cracked in the head,” spat Rhonda, looking at Wandoria
with contempt. “Either that or blind. How could you even dream of
fucking a sad little quasi-human creature as that?”
“Hey you leave him alone!” Yelled Wandoria in a sudden act of
defiance. “Rogerus is a kind and loving man. You’re the creature,
Rhonda – you with your callous ways and your cane. Fuck you!”
“This is unbelievable,” muttered Rhonda, shaking her head in
disgust. “Just when I thought I’d seen it all.”

A small group of guards appeared to drag Rogerus and Wandoria off
to the cells. “This is my fault,” said Rogerus sadly as the guards
began to drag them both away. “I failed to control my own base
emotions and now I have surely doomed us all.”
“Take heart my dear Rogerus,” cried Wandoria stoically. “For I fear
it was bound to have ended this way eventually. May we meet again
in paradise my darling!”
    It was an hour
before dawn. Je and Dragontooth had been travelling across the
desert for much of the night and now they reached the city walls of
the capital. It had taken them a long time to reach the city,
several hours of solid riding and they had been forced to take
diversions on more than one occasion in order to avoid the imperial
patrols. From a distance the city looked eerie with its high walls,
dim lights and smoke rising up from the rooftops. And of course the
imperial palace in the centre dominated everything. Dragontooth
dismounted from the rover and went ahead to scout for likely weak
points, returning a few moments later. “Come along,” hissed
Dragontooth at last, beckoning him over. “I have watched the
movements of the guards. Look yonder.” She pointed with her finger
at where a large knot of ivy snaked all the way up to a turret. “We
have a five minute gap before they return so we have to be
quick.”
    Joe climbed the
wall as quietly as possible but he slipped and stumbled and was
sure he was making enough noise to alert the guards. Several times
he stopped and listened with baited breath before assuring himself
nobody was coming and continuing upwards. Dragontooth, by contrast,
scaled the walls like an insect and was at the top in a faster time
that Joe thought humanly possible. They dropped down into the
darkened alleyway and waited with baited breath. “So where to now?”
Asked Joe.
“Here,” said Dragontooth, reaching into her bag and throwing Joe a
long robe. “Put this on. It will cover your entire body and face,
leave you inconspicuous against the crowds.”
    Even though the
sun had yet to rise there was still a large contingent of people
going back and forth in the dusty