Andromeades heQueen of Kor (part two)
by Sasha Steele
Brogyn worked a few hours doing administrative duties. Tired, he went back early to his apartment. Ordered his toilet. One of his Valetian manservants brought it, pulled down his master's white panties and another assisted him to sit. While he moved his bowels Brogyn thought of his ex-manwife and the awful choice he had been forced to make.
Finished his bowel movement a manservant vaporized it, set the toilet to Bidet mode, then helped his master up. Another wiped Brogyn's rear end with a towel. Silk panties having already been removed they finished undressing him: suit coat, mini skirt, shoes, his shear nylon stockings and lastly the white lace brassiere whose thin delicate chest pads hugged Brogyn's massive pectorals.
To relieve his tension Brogyn decided to do some training, so his manservants redressed him in a black thong and smallish black sports bra over which Brogyn wore a short black silk robe. They arranged his long black hair in a braid, then Brogyn went through the portal to K-1's training facility.
He disrobed, kicked off his black high heel lounge slippers and stepped out onto the combat training mat. Knife, long staff, sword, hand to hand combat, Brogyn was master to them all. He trained at that over an hour followed by a strength workout. Then drenched in sweat Brogyn went to the showers before taking his massage.
The masseuse was working Brogyn's huge naked gluts when the halograph paged him.
"Security Chief Hardy," came the halograph voice seemingly from nowhere.
"Accept," Brogyn lazily replied.
A halogram image appeared. It was the cockpit of shuttle six, Ulan's unit. Speaking was the shuttle's security officer.
"Chief you might want to come see this," he said.
"See what?" Brogyn asked, eyes closed and head still resting on his muscular forearms.
"The space craft is confirmed Lazarian Sir." The security officer hesitated, then added, "there may have been survivors."
That got Brogyn's attention. He raised up onto his elbows. Flicked the loose curls of his long black hair from his face. "Survivors?"
"Yes Sir."
"I'll be right there."
Getting his big butt massaged always gave Brogyn a stiff cock. He sat up with it throbbing. A manservant slipped the short black silk robe over his massive shoulders and placed the high heel lounging slippers back on Brogyn's feet. Brogyn entered the portal.
"Home," he said.
Brogyn wore his field uniform - black boots with five inch chunk heels, black tights, black button front tunic with square neckline, half cadet collar, three quarter sleeves, shoulder insignias and badge over his heart . Brogyn's long hair had been redressed in a braid that hung to mid back. He wore light makeup and his normal array of jewelry, a few rings, black stone ear studs, small necklace.
Brogyn strapped a service utility belt on his waist with a heavy side arm. Got in his shuttle cruiser and was on scene in seconds.
The crash site was extensive. Most of the intact portion of the Lazarian craft was buried. But one section rose up three hundred feet in the air. They had cut it open during the original security sweep as the K-1 station was being assembled. Brogyn had been inside the craft. There was nothing much fond in it. He flipped a small field pack onto his back, buckled it in front and left the shuttle.
Ulan and Soshan were near the opening in the ship's hull. He walked over to them. Saw that Ulan had already breached protocol having removed his back pack and set it on the ground. The survival pack had to be worn at all times out side of the shuttle.
"Get that on," Brogyn ordered.
"Its uncomfortable and interfer..."
Brogyn cut him off. "Now Ulan!"
Begrudgingly Ulan pick up the pack and slipped into it, then stormed away. Brogyn was starting to piss him off.
"Chief!" The voice from T-1 control sounded urgent. In the field communications were handled via a wrist communication device.
"Here," Brogyn said.
"Storm heading your way. A big one."
"Acknowledge," Brogyn said. He could see it now and here it coming on fast. "Everyone to shuttles. Let's get out of here." They all ran to board the shuttles.
"Where's Dr. Quest?" Shuttle six security officer asked.
"He went inside the wreck," one of the team answered.
Shit thought Brogyn. "Go. I'll get the doctor," he ordered.
The two science shuttles took off. Brogyn activated his pack. Survival armour issued from it covering him completely in a snug fitting black and grey suit that was impervious to just about everything. Large almond shaped lenses covered his eyes, oval cuffs his ears and a triangular cup his mouth and nose.
"Ulan, where are you?" Brogyn spoke into the suite's communicator as he ran into the wreck. The deadly storm was almost on top of him.
Ulan heard. Fuck you Brogyn, Ulan almost said aloud as he shut off his wrist com. Brogyn's head set display showed Ulan's location. Brogyn ran up to him. Deployed Ulan's pack. White and grey color armour, covering him in seconds as the storm hit the wrecked space craft. Ulan had a couple of surprised shocks; first as the survival suite rapidly deployed to cover him, then as a blast of wind through the opening in the side of the wreck sent both he and Brogyn sprawling.
Brogyn grabbed hold his ex-manwife. "We've got to get further into the ship." They tried to stand. The wind sent them tumbling over and over until finally they were far enough in to regain control.
"You okay?" Brogyn asked.
But he didn't get an answer, just a scream. The dirt beneath their feet gave way. They fell through, then slid down a metallic surface deep into the buried section of the space ship. Brogyn got to his feet. Helped Ulan up. Lit a torch retrieved from his utility belt. Readout indicated the atmosphere was safe. He hit the doff control on his suite and it undeployed into the back pack. Ulan did the same.
"Ulan knew he'd been stupid and Brogyn had just saved his life. "Sorry," Ulan mumbled, expecting Brogyn to give him shit.
Brogyn took his ex-manwife by the shoulders. In the shadowy torch light Ulan looked more beautiful than ever and Brogyn realized he still loved him. Ulan saw it in his face. They flew into an embrace and kissed. Emotions and memories ran wild: Ulan's thoughts were - I love him, shouldn't have left, miss him, want to fuck him. Brogyn's - I love him, why did he have to leave me, I miss him and want him to fuck me.
"Chief you okay?" Came the communication, a bit sketchy with the storm.
They stopped, embarrassed at their unguarded behavior. And both relieved the intrusion had stopped an emotional landslide before it was too late.
"I have Dr. Quest with me. We're okay. Be in soon. Confirm?"
"Have the doc, be in soon. Confirmed."
Brogyn looked about the ship. Beam scans hadn't given much detail. "What made Soshan think there were survivors?" He asked Ulan.
"There's evidence of intelligent activity after the crash."
"I didn't see any."
"You don't know everything Brogyn. Soshan's an engineer. He knows what to look for."
"If their were Lizardian survivors there would be traces of their technology. Our scans would have detected something Ulan."
Brogyn decided that next day he would accompany Soshan's team for a more thorough investigation of the spaceship. They re suited in their armour and initiated its flight mode. The back pack units were capable of short range flight, enough to get them back up to the surface. The storm had passed. They undeployed their armour, got into Brogyn's shuttle and flew back to K-1 in silence.
That evening there was to be held the K-1 dedication ceremony. It was a fancy dress affair they had to attend as all the visiting dignitaries were leaving next day. Ulan wore an elegant long green gown with slits up the sides that showed his shapely legs in nude tone hhosiery. The gown had spaghetti straps and a low cut round neck line. Resting on Ulan's chest was an ornate opal necklace that matched his ear rings. His curly auburn hair was done up in a little bun on top his head. On his feet were green platform heels. His bra and panties were white. Brogyn thought his ex-manwife looked beautiful.
Brogyn had worn a black gown with a flowing full length skirt that rode over his big bum making it stick out in a provocative way. It had a square neck line and three-quarter length sleeves that fit tight to his heavily muscled upper arms and flared at the elbows. Underneath Brogyn wore a stylish black lingerie set that consisted of brassier, garter belt, panties and pretty black stockings with seams. He wore five inch black stilettos. Contrasting the powerful muscles of his chest there was a delicate black-stone necklaced laid against it. His long black hair hung in flowing curls down his back. With dark eye makeup, red lipstick and nail polish Brogyn looked stunning.
The evening had worn on when finally Ulan found an opportunity to talk to Brogyn.
"About this afternoon, Ulan started to say.
Brogyn cut him off. "I know, it was a mistake."
"No. I don't mean. I. I. Mistake? Go to hell Brogyn!" Ulan snapped, then stormed off.
Brogyn had a few drinks. Made his excuses and left the party. He went to the tech quarters and knocked on Effenia's door. Effenia opened it dressed in nothing but a short colorful silk robe.
"May I come in?" Brogyn asked.
"You look beautiful," Effenia said as he let Brogyn inside.
They kissed. Brogyn turned around so Effenia could unzip the back of his gown. He wriggled out and let it drop to the floor. Effenia knelt and drew Brogyn's panties over his round bum. Brogyn stepped out of them and Effenia kissed his big beautiful backside. Brogyn turned back around. Effenia took Brogyn's short fat erection into his mouth and proceeded to give him a blow job. When Brogyn reached his climax he grasped Effenia by the sides of his head and held tight as he came in his mouth.
Effenia stood. The hem of his silk robe was draped delicately over his hard black ten inch cock. Effenia undid the sash and let the robe fall to the floor. He pressed his erection against Brogyn. Reached around in a hugging fashion and grabbed Brogyn's ass.
"I'm gonna fuck this sexy phat ass," Effenia purred.
With dress and panties off, Brogyn knelt on the bed in the remainder of his seductive black lingerie. His ass was in the air and his face buried in the pillows. Effenia knelt on the bed behind with his long black cock shoved up Brogyn's ass. Effenia's hands were placed on Brogyn's muscle studded back. The back sash of his brasserie crossed just below the swell of his lats and a couple of inches above the back of his garter belt. The brasserie's straps ran up from the sash and over his massive shoulders.
Brogyn moaned as Effenia's big cock slid back and forth in his anal canal with its tip invading his rectum. Brogyn fantasized it was Ulan who was fucking him up the ass. And when Effenia came inside of him, Brogyn wished it had been Ulan who had done it. So turned on by the idea, Brogyn came a second time all over Effenia's bed sheets.
When Ulan left the party he ran into Soshan in the hallway. Seeing how upset Ulan was Soshan talked him into a drink in a small bar off the beaten track. For the party Soshan had chosen a short purple dress with bubble skirting. His pantie and bra set was the same color purple. He wore black stayups with elaborately embroidered tops and black six inch platform heels. Soshan's jet black hair was as always, thick, short, blunt cut at neck and bangs. The heavy makeup too was as per usual.
Ulan told Soshan how some time ago he and Brogyn had been wed manwife to manwife. It hadn't ended well and so was upsetting for Ulan to see him again. Soshan placed a sympathetic hand on Ulan's forearm.
"Let me help you forget him," Soshan said.
After a few drinks they had sex back at Soshan's apartment. Both had their dresses off. Soshan's purple panties where off as well. With his cock issued through a leg hole in his white panties Ulan took Soshan from behind. Ulan reached around and grasped Soshan's cock to masturbate him as he fucked the little engineer's ass. Soshan's cock wasn't much longer than Brogyn's though not as thick. Ulan imagined it was Brogyn's huge ass and not Soshan's little one he was screwing. He came with Brogyn's image in his mind.
And so, both in their nighties - Brogyn's a white satin, Ulan's a powder blue - they lay in their separate beds, each with the other on his mind. As to how this troubled reacquaintence would play out, neither had a clue.
End of part two