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Schlock Mercenary/Firefly: The Price of Freedom Final (Night 6/7)

contains: lesbian, futanari, group, crossover

characters: Jevee Ceeta, Breya Andreysan, Kaylee Frye, Inara Serra, Edward Bunnigus

BONUS! unrelated Firefly rule 34.

Night 6

“If you lose”, Breya whispered in her ear, “I plan on making up the loss by whoring you out at our next stop.” The stakes were set at 500 kilocred even from the captain and second officer (in this case, Breya) of each ship, not counting any side bets that may have been made. She steeled herself, and planned not to lose. The contest was held in the mess of the Toughs’ ship, with both crews present. She knelt , on all fours, opposite her opponent, a somewhat short, unassuming woman with light brown hair which she wore in a practical bun, but let down, as Ceeta had done with hers, before kneeling. She wore no makeup. Her teammate was a wavy-haired brunette with fashionable amounts a lipstick and eyeshadow, a figure that showed she cared for it, and a cock of middling length sticking stiffly out. She positioned her self behind Ceeta and set her cock between her buttocks. Ceeta’s teammate, Dr. Bunnigus, positioned herself likewise behind the other. Her hair, too, was undone, and her huge breasts and impressive eight-inch cock, gracefully curved, bounced with each step.

“BANG!” went the starting gun, and Bunnigus and her opponent plunged into them. A small gasp escaped Ceeta’s opposite number for that first thrust, and she smiled. First point to our team. Instead of thrusting forwards from behind, like Bunnigus, Ceeta’s partner bent over and thrust from behind and slightly above. It took her a few thrusts before she got the right angle. Ceeta gasped as the next thrust went right across her G-spot. Then the next thrust, and the next, and pleasure began to build up inside her…

Inara heard the gasp from the purple woman below her, and kept her thrusts fixed on that angle, thankful that her anatomy was identical to a pure human’s in that area. Now that she had her thrusting at the right angle, she could garnish it- she leaned down and touched the woman’s ear with just the tip of her tongue, then grabbed the purple breasts and squeezed them roughly. She had no time to make this a gentle, drawn-out orgasm for her opponent; thrusting in this way was tiring and might give her cramps if kept up too long, and Kaylee looked about ready to burst

Kaylee whimpered slightly. Her current pleasure was defocusing her, sharpening her physical senses while disorienting her conscious mind so much so that she had to remind herself that this was a contest, and that if she reached back and played with her clit they might very well lose. Look at my breasts… she thought, swinging back and forth like that… Fuck, her cock is so BIG! It went deeper into her than anything she had tried yet, and she couldn’t help clinging to it as it went out… Small noises came from her and her pussy with each thrust… She looked at the purple woman opposite her; her face was set in grim determination, eyes closed tightly, mouth a tight line, though trembling not insignificantly under Inara’s skill. Kaylee imagined what her own face must look like: mouth hanging open slightly, eyelids drooping a hair, glazed eyes, all facial muscles slightly relaxed. Fuck, now her partner was grabbing her hair, pulling her head back; her jaw opened even wider, and her whimperings grew louder… She clamped down on the cock, almost ready to orgasm

Dr. Bunnigus ground her teeth and thrust faster. This girl was really tight on her cock, and kept making such cute little noises. She was almost ready to cum… She looked at her opponent, playing Ceeta like an instrument… She didn’t show any signs that she was cumming soon. She had to make this girl cum before Ceeta, or they lost the contest. In desperation, she grabbed at the girl’s hair and pulled, trying to make her cum faster by adding pain to pleasure, but she just started making even louder noises, and her tight pussy clamped down on her cock again- Aargh! Defeated, she pulled out and splashed onto the floor.

Kaylee was surprised that her opponent pulled out just then, and slightly disappointed. The rational parts of her just managed to clamp down on her orgasm before it went off. Inara saw her pull out, and felt a flash of triumph that now, they had certainly won. Ceeta felt a brief shock of dismay- just a split-second- and then her own orgasm exploded and she collapsed to the floor, beaten. Inara paused to jerk off on her face before returning to her own crew. Kaylee tried for about five seconds and found that her orgasm had already retreated- and did so even further when she remembered all the people watching. Ceeta’s only thought was: Fuck.

Night 7

The man thrust into Ceeta’s well-lubed ass again and again, while she moaned and played her part. “Ahh fuck yeah, yes, keep… on… Stretch me out and use me! Yeah, keep that up…” Breya was not physically present in the room, but Ceeta knew that she was watching anyway, and getting off on it. She knew because Breya had told her so herself. This was her third customer of the day, representing her 600-kilocred-remaining mark. Fuck. At least after she earned all the money back, and more, for Breya, she was out of here. Free.

The next week they sold her into slavery on an alien planet currently engaged in civil war, to the obvious losing side. Fuck.

 

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Schlock Mercenary: The Price of Freedom (drabbles)

contains: lesbian, straight, futa, bukkake

characters: Jevee Ceeta, Edward Bunnigus, Breya Andreysan

Night 3

Warm cum jetted from the cock in front of her, laying a line of semen from the back of her tongue to her chin. The taste was now familiar, but not necessarily pleasant. The next one shot a glob neatly across the bridge of her nose, then onto her forehead. She kept her mouth submissively open, inviting more cum into it. She bared her body to the rain of cum. Warm splashes landed on her breasts, around her cunt, and ran down her face into her eyes. The men cheered as she licked their cum off her body, swallowing it.

Night 4 (1/2)

She wrapped her hand around the dark skin and pulled it down, exposing the head, then back up, and down again at three steady strokes a second. Bunnigus squirmed, toes curling, trying to make her stroke faster. Ceeta continued, gradually bringing her there. A male scent tickled her nostrils. Bunnigus pulled her closer, and she touched her tongue to the side of the head, pulling the foreskin over them both with her upstrokes. Bunnigus’ load jetted straight up from the enormous cock, coming down onto Ceeta’s face. Her tongue still under the foreskin, she and sucked out what more was left.

Night 4 (2/2)

Her purple breasts pressed against the huge dark ones above her, the combined bosoms pressed forward almost enough to smother her. The soft female flesh rippled with each heavy thrust rocking their bodies. It smelled as distinctly feminine as the penis inside her had smelt masculine. The doctor gripped her shoulders like a chin-up bar, and Ceeta wrapped legs around her, resting her feet above round, muscular buttocks, adding her own strength to the powerful thrusts into her ass. Ceeta’s muscles tightly gripped her lover, thrusting all the stronger to widen her tightness. Bunnigus tensed, and found relief inside her.

Night 5

Breya Andreysan definitely had a fetish for this. Ceeta’s face ran slick with her juices, and her mouth was full of the taste. She had a unique view of Breya, standing directly above her face and fucking herself with a dildo, letting her fluid fall freely down. Ceeta lay on the floor, legs spread wide and finger-fucking herself for Breya’s enjoyment. Her hair was undone, and now slick. She still wore her robe-like prisoners’ garment, and Breya had simply unzipped her jumpsuit. She fondled a breast and waited, mouth open, for Breya to cum and sate her fetish another night.

 
 

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Lord of the Rings: Visible Appearance

Series: Lord of the Rings

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Eowyn/Original Character

Contains: futa

The main reason that Eowyn never obsessed about- or more accurately, never obsessed over her looks was that she hated them. Her womanly appearance was exactly what lost her the rights that men afford, which was made all the more bitter by the fact that she was not necessarily a woman at all. Everyone, even those who knew, thought of her as her based on her mostly-womanly form, and she herself had gotten used to thinking of herself as she (hence the use of the female pronoun), but she could neither bear child nor bear sitting at home with them. In perspective, she was lucky she was not thrown back at birth as would happen among many peasant families or barbarians, but this was little comfort.

She threw herself down on her bed and sent for Esgri. Esgri’s job was to keep secrets, an open mind, and the princess’ bed. As she awaited his arrival, she closed her door and undressed. She lay down on the bed once more, stroking the thing that made her so miserably unfit for her assumed gender role, and contemplated this and that. It looked so incredibly ugly in her hand. What was more it prevented her viewing the other one, the one that would have been better alone. Her flaw felt good to be stroked… Her flaw was responsible for the unfit hormones that made her so restless. It precluded the possibility of children. It prevented her from any (ohhh…) thoughts of finding love. What man could stomach it, and what woman stomach the rest of her? None fit for a (a bead of precum appeared) princess to marry. There was Esgri, sure, but he wasn’t a love, just something to take the edge off its lack. Not (she licked the precum off her finger) that he was unpleasant company, or unseemly- She continued stroking, and began to knead below as well. A muffled curse escaped her lips. What if one of the female servants happened to come in? She had neglected to lock the door, to allow Esgri access. She would probably be astonished, she thought. She would probably go tell all her friends about the woman with a cock. Maybe I could stop her, give me time to shut her up. And I could do it. I’d show her just how much of a woman I am. Just how feminine I can be. So she could go tell her friends about the man with breasts and cunt. Here she almost came, but stopped and slapped it twice, then started again more slowly.

There was a knock at the door. She stopped and got under the bedclothes, just in case. “Come in”, she said. The door opened and a face framed by blond hair and beard entered. The hair was worn long, with braids in it, and the beard was thick but trimmed within an inch of the skin. A body followed the face soon after. “Undress, Lady?” Esgri asked, beginning to before he got an answer. After all this time, he could read Eowyn’s moods.
He made sure the door was locked, and sat down on the bed awaiting instructions. “Come, a simple lay.” she said without emotion. She pushed back the bedcovers halfway and spread her legs, lifting her wretched organ out of the way. Esgri looked at her, then saying nothing entered and mounted ‘twixt her legs, which she wrapped around him, ending the required effort on her part for this position. Esgri began to thrust into her, at the same time lifting his chest from hers to stroke her. Stubbornly, she wished he wouldn’t, but said nothing. Removed from the pressure of his body, her breasts bounced freely. The bed was soft and the pillows softer, the undersheets were of fine satin. Her hair was freshly washed from earlier that day, and lay behind her head and to either side as they fucked. Esgri’s blond locks hung over his face, which was downturned to avoid eye contact. “Esgri?” she said, again without emotion. “Lady Eowyn?” “…No, ’tis nothing.” It was the third thing she had said to him that day, yet he was her only partner- perhaps for ever. She lay back and stared at the wall. Esgri had now stopped stroking her, and she somewhat wished he would start again. But again, she said nothing. She felt herself clench around him. Finally, almost over, she thought. He felt it too, and began to thrust harder. The wooden bedframe creaked slightly. Somehow this should feel better, she thought. She didn’t feel much. She tried focusing her mind, tried to force herself to enjoy the climax. Her cunt throbbed as he fucked it, it opened to allow him to fill it and closed in his wake. His hips slammed against her pelvis as though he meant to shatter it. Her bottom ached. Her legs were slightly tired from being held spread so long, and the muscles trying to move together with her- and of course, Esgri’s arms- holding them apart produced more clenching as she neared her explosion. Her entire body moved up and down for the thrusting. Her breasts slapped wetly against her chest. His stomach rubbed slightly on her flaw as he fucked her harder and harder. Eowyn felt herself clench, once, twice, and she exploded around him, little drops of woman-cum spurting out as he tried his best to fuck it all out of her. He thrust deliberately twice more to more expelled fluid, and with practiced timing pulled out and came onto the floor. Then Esgri’s hand darted out as Eowyn’s orgasm just began to die down and grabbed her cock, the cock she hated so much and pulled twice with enough force to wrench a small cry from her as she came a second time, shooting into the air with contractions that squirted the last tiny bit of her previous orgasm onto the bed. She lay there and watched the ceiling. “Lady Eowyn! Please, forgive me!” said Esgri in shock, and began cleaning her with his shirt. She realized that she was covered in her own ejaculate. She licked off what was on her lips without noticing, and considered that this time truly was amazing. Yet somehow, she still felt unsatisfied. She glared at her now-limp cock as if to say, “I blame you.”

 
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Posted by on January 10, 2012 in Lord of the Rings, Uncategorized

 

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