Andromeades heQueen of Kor (part one)
by Sasha Steele
The journey from Terra to the planet Kor in the Ursa Minor Dwarf Galaxy had been exhausting. The four day trip to Point Alfa was bad enough. Then today, eight hours straight, including the two hour stop over at space gate nine. Ulan Quest had had enough. So believe me, the first glimpse he saw of Station K-1, which looked the size of a city hovering some 100 feet above the planet's surface, was a welcome sight indeed.
All Ulan wanted was a long luxurious bath, massage, rest up, then get at it in the morning. But then there was tonight's welcoming reception set up for the team leaders of the scientific expedition Ulan belonged to. "May I introduce Dr. Ulan Quest, the galaxy's foremost authority in planetoid genealogy," he mocked. "Of course I am you idiot. Why the hell else would I be here?" Ulan said to himself. Fate sealed, Ulan resigned himself to the new plan; bath, fancy dress and a couple of hours listening to a bunch of crap. At least he could get drunk. Well, a bit tipsy maybe.
His apartment was nice, spacious, not overly elegant, good view. But there were just four manservant's to attend him. Just four! Ulan would wager the K-1 VIPs had a couple dozen or more each. Hell Ulan had nearly that many himself at home. Oh well, at least they were Valetians. Valetians had neither the brains nor the ambition to rise above their station, but damn they made good manservants.
What to wear? Ulan sat in his bath robe sipping Cognac while he shopped the Comp Mall. Ancient Terra? Modern Galactic? Party? Business? Sexy? Slutty? Fuck! Too many choices. "You choose," he snapped at the Comp Mall in exasperation. In the end Ulan entered the reception hall in a little black dress, sexy black stockings and lingerie. Just a bit slutty with red lipstick and nail polish, lots of eye makeup and gaudy jewelry. His shoulder length auburn color hair hung in loose curls. The five inch heels of Ulan's black stilettos clicked on the marble floor as he walked into the hall.
Ulan had been correct in his pre assessment. The reception was fucking boring. He stood and did the little smile and wave thing as the speaker introduced him as team leader - genealogy. Clap, clap, clap. Ulan was seated next to a fat blond, Temple Dorst, team leader of biology. Good thing because Ulan figured sitting next to Temple no one would notice the little paunch on his own curvaceous body.
Food was good. Drinks better. Listening to how state-of-the-art station K-1 was set up as a base for the long term exploration of Kor 'in just over a month'. Oh wow! Who gives a fuck?. Mingling after dinner Ulan was introduced to a few K-1 VIPs he could have cared less about. Bored out of his mind until Ulan came face to face with someone he hadn't seen in years. How long had it been? Twenty maybe?
"Dr. Quest, I'd like to introduce you to our head of security Brogyn Hardy.
So this is where Star Command sends their bad boys Ulan thought. One of their best, demoted to a security guard at the edge of the universe. Well I guess that's what you get for disobeying direct orders. But to give up your chosen path for the sake of a few outer Galatians. Not smart Brogyn. But damn he looked hot in that sexy dress uniform. A navy blue military style tunic, high buttoned with a cadet collar worn over bright white tights and shiny black military dress boots.
"Dr. Quest and I have met before," Brogyn said as he took Ulan's proffered hand.
Six foot six tall in his five inch high heel boots, Brogyn's long black hair was pulled back in a service style braid. He wore light makeup, small black pearl earrings. The tunic fit snug his broad shouldered, heavily muscled body and massively muscled thighs bulged under his tights.
"How have you been Ulan?" Brogyn asked.
"Good, and yourself?"
"Fine, thanks for asking."
"You will excuse us," The VIP, who had introduced them, said. "I would like to introduce our security chief to the other team leaders."
"Nice to see you again," Brogan said expressionless, turned and was lead away..
Well that went just fine, Ulan thought. Nice to see you again. After all they'd been through. He watched Brogyn walk off, his eyes focused on the largest muscles in Brogyn's body - his fantastic butt. The tunic's skirt covered most but not all of it. Visible was the cleavage under its fleshy bum cheeks with his tights stuck in there as well as deep in the crack between them. Don't stare Ulan thought. Shit I'm getting a hardon. Ulan was amazed that Brogyn still had that effect on him after all these years.
Ulan was right on with his pre-assessment of the evening. The reception was boring. He was more than just tipsy. And Ulan had a raging hardon. His dress off, Ulan stood in front of the mirror admiring it. He liked the sight of the thick nine inch long cock poking out the top of his pretty lace panties. It stood at attention up against his waist cincher while his big round scrotum was still encased in the panties cock pouch.
Ulan took his erection in hand gently stroking it. He thought of how sexy Brogyn's big ass looked in those white tights. His hand moved a bit quicker. Thought of what he'd like to do to those sexy buns. Ulan felt a heat building like an itch under his cock head. His hand moved more rapidly now. Ulan looked at the reflection of his pretty face in the mirror, saw the look of desperation on it. He desperately needed cum and just as desperately needed to pee.
Ulan opened his mouth and let out a sigh. 'Ahhhh'. Again he thought of Brogyn's ass. Imagined him sans the tunic in just his white brassier and tights. 'Ahhhh'. Thought of the bulge in those tights outlining Brogyn's short fat cock pointed upward above his balls. 'Ahhhh'. Ulan's hand moved faster. The hot itch became unbearable. 'Ahhhh, Ahhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' Ulan's cum splatted across the mirror.
As a member of an elite race who master the universe, one can do pretty much what ever one pleases. So Ulan let his pee wash down the semen on the mirror, then left it for the manservants to deal with. But not before they undressed him, wrestled him, half asleep, into his nightie and tucked him into bed.
Brogyn also wore nighties in bed, unless of course he had company.
"You seem a bit distant," the dark skinned beauty laying beside Brogyn said. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter," Brogyn answered. "Are you going to fuck me or what?"
Brogyn took hold of Effenia's long black cock. It was as hard as a rock. They had got together just after Brogyn took over as security chief three months ago and he had been seeing the K-1 technician ever since.
"Mmmmm," hummed Effenia as Brogyn stroked his long black cock.
Brogyn turned onto his stomach and Effenia climbed on top of his muscle bound boyfriend, got into a kneeling position with his long thin legs crossing Brogyn's huge thighs. Effenia's cock found Brogyn's opening and Brogyn moaned as it was shoved into him.
Effenia fucked Brogyn's bubble butt. Gently at first and then in strong quick strokes as his passion grew. Head tilted back caused Effenia's kink-curled hair with its multi toned streaks to flop across his narrow upper back and shoulders. And when Effenia came in Brogyn's ass it was accompanied with a long emotional cry of release.
Brogyn rolled over to kiss Effenia. Effenia broke the kiss then slid down his body to suck Brogyn's cock. With such big muscles Brogyn's small cock seemed out of place and yet there was something erotic in the contrast of size. In full erection Brogyn's cock was under five inches but quite thick. His full scrotum though was more or less normal for a man his size.
Effenia took all of Brogyn's cock in his mouth to suck him off. He knew what turned Brogyn on and could make him cum when ever he wanted. Or usually he could. Soon after Effenia started blowing him Brogyn grasped Effenia by the head and with a thrust of his powerful hips came down the back of Effenia's throat.
Next morning was orientation for the Kor expedition science teams. Ulan was dressed in field clothes that consisted of tights, boots and a tunic. He had chose white for their color. They could be any color. For example, Temple's similar tunic was a light brown and the tights covering his fat ass were tan. Ulan's snug tunic had three-quarter sleeves and a round neck. Its skirt length was about the same as Brogyn's tunic had been on him last night. Ulan showed a bit of 'C' and 'A' and liked it.
All field clothes material was nonbondstoic. Meaning no particle, no matter now minute, could adhere to it. The material didn't stay wet, didn't soil, wrinkle or burn. Yet it clung to you like a glove. You could pee through the tights and they would remain exactly the same as they would be had you not peed through them. That was a great convenience that everyone in the field enjoyed.
Ulan had studied all the available beam data on the planet before hand. Kor's double moon system revolve around one another in their tandem orbit around Kor. The pattern of tides, some reaching four hundred feet seemed erratic. Abrupt weather changes with massive destructive storms were constant. Temperatures could change by a hundred degrees in minutes. The K-1 station was well situated above an immense swamp that was impregnable for the primitive natives of Kor. And the weather there was relatively stable.
The twenty science teams would be shuttled to their various locations of interest. Each shuttle would carry a five man science team with their lab aboard, a pilot, co-pilot, medic and a security officer who was in charge. Temple wanted to do work in the swamps first. Engineering's team leader Sashon Yeone was chopping at the bit to explore a spacecraft that had crashed near the mountains millenniums ago.
Last to speak, before the group broke for lunch and then headed out into the field, was security chief Brogyn Hardy. Brogyn it seemed had a lot of authority on K-1. Ulan had expected that Brogyn would be in field dress, but he was wrong. Brogyn showed up wearing a snug fitting powder blue skirt suit, beige nylons and blue pumps. The skirt was short and tight. The bulge of his little cock in front visible. His big round butt looked, to Ulan anyway, a thing of beauty. Brogyn laid down the rules. And Ulan knew he wouldn't take any shit from them. The safety of everyone on K-1 was, after all, his responsibility.
Ulan spotted Brogyn sitting by himself In the cafeteria. He took the opportunity to speak with him alone.
"May I join you?" Ulan asked.
"Sure," Brogyn said. He'd forgotten how beautiful Ulan is. How much he loved him when they were married. Ulan remembered too. Wanted to say something. Struggled a moment on where to start. Then didn't have to.
"May I join you?"
Brogyn motioned for the engineering team leader to join them. Soshan's garb was similar to Ulan's but in black. An short Orientia-Terrian, Soshan had an exotic look about him. His almond shaped eyes, below the straight jet black bangs, were heavily made up, his thick mop of hair was cut blunt just above demure shoulders.
"Preliminaries tell me the alien ship is Lizardian," Soshan spoke enthusiastically.
"Lizardian?" Ulan perked up, as this was in his realm of expertise. "They went out of existence eons ago. Lizardians were an immortal all-male monogynous race, as are we Terranians." Ulan's enthusiasm was growing as he carried on and Brogyn remembered how fucking bored he used to get having to listen to him.
"They were a race of nomadic warriors who reeked havoc across the galaxy, looting and murdering until finally Star Command hunted down the last of them. Physically Lizardians were enormously powerful. They were nearly seven feet tall and four hundred or so pounds of unigenerated muscular bulk. Their most precious possession was their enormously enhanced genitals, some reaching as much as eighteen inches in length. They took great pleasure in rapping their victims throats and asses with those grotesque appendages."
Soshan seemed interested in Ulan's dissertation. But all Brogyn could think was - 'why don't you bore us all to death Ulan'.
"The Lizardian genome may have crossed our own at one point," Ulan was saying. "Aside from their giantism, that is as far as their muscular-skeletal and genital size are concerned, we are essentially the same. Eyes, ears, mouth, lungs, heart. Even our anatomic alopecia. E xcept for where we still have head hair, brows and eyelashes Lizardians are completely hairless." Ulan sounded like he admired the brutes.
Primary scans had shown three evolved species on Kor; reptile-like people that live at the edge of the swamp, wolfen-like people of the forest and humanoids in the mountain valleys. The humanoids were the most advance. Advanced to the point that they appeared much like medieval people of ancient earth. Ulan wanted to explore them all. But now they would have to wait.
"I want to see that ship," Ulan said to Brogyn.
Brogyn had studied the preliminary reports, been to the crash site. The wreck had not been confirmed Lazardian. So Soshan was jumping the gun on that account. Brogyn didn't care. So long as they followed protocol the scientific teams could pick and choose their own work locations.
"Up to you," he told Ulan, then abruptly got up and left. They watched him walk away.
"Whoa, intense, or what?" Soshan said. "Nice butt though."
"Ya. Tell me about," Ulan replied.
End of part one