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 TITLE: Triumph's Odyssey
PART: Chapter 5 - On the Bridge
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mg alien ScFi cons size 1st g1st ped oppai_loli oral fellatio
SUMMARY: Captain Garrett Harcrow saves the galaxy and throatfucks a
horny young space elf maid.  At the same time!  Based on ideas from
Haqqenstache, at Hentai Foundry.
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   The bridge officers of the Triumph went about their business efficiently
and quietly.  Only the low thrum of the ship's engines could be heard.  The
silent flurry of routine systems checks might have seemed smooth and
uninterrupted to an outside observer, but today, a very unusual anxiety
permeated the bridge.  Hands drummed needlessly on armrests, toes tapped
within their boots, and Ensign Tatiana especially seemed driven to swivel
her chair back and forth in front of her console.
   First Officer Liosara repressed a sigh.  As always, she was the only
logical and unemotional officer on deck.  She allowed herself a small frown
as she looked meaningfully over at the heavily pregnant Counselor Qihliani,
who was wringing her hands, her antennae quivering nervously.  With the
captain elsewhere in the ship, it fell to the first officer to address the
situation.  "Perhaps you should depart the bridge, Counselor." The words
were mild, but there was a slight edge to them.
   Qihliani straightened indignantly in her seat.  "It is my right to be on
deck, you cannot bar me."
   No, Liosara silently admitted to herself, she couldn't.  The empathic
counselor's rank did allow her unfettered access to the bridge.  But the
Yahsolar empath was highly anxious over something, and her pregnant state
only addled her emotions further; and due to her empathic nature, her
stress bled over to the other officers.
   "When Alfarin women are with child," she said pointedly, "they do not
adversely affect those around them with histrionics."
   "HISTRI--" Qihliani sucked in her breath, cutting herself off, refusing
to rise to the bait.  "The Charter Parliament session on Mars is coming up.
The Charter's cohesion might be at stake - the captain should be there, but
here we are out in the middle of nowhere doing parade runs of outlying
systems!"
   Liosara felt like rolling her eyes, but she maintained a prim
expression. Non-Alfarin, humans especially, did so very much like to talk
about their feelings.  Privately, she agreed with Qihliani's assessment of
the captain's methods in this particular regard, even if she vehemently
disagreed with his political stance on the matter.
   "I'm sure Captain Harcrow knows what he's doing," the young ensign piped
up.
   Tatiana, ever the doe-eyed fangirl.  Liosara felt like rolling her eyes
again.  "The captain's actions have method to them, however illogical they
may seem," she said.  The words themselves may have been diplomatic, but
her inflection left no doubt that the Alfarin lass definitely considered
Harcrow's actions illogical.
   The issue of honor debts polarized the bridge crew, as it polarized the
entire Charter.  The Slave Issue, it was being popularly called.  Oh,
slavery had been outlawed throughout the galaxy, from the Charter's
inception.  But there were rare exceptions to the law.  Serving debts of
honor through voluntary indenturement was an uncommon but accepted practice
among many cultures who owed fealty to humanity's Pan-Galactic government.
   Such practices had flourished without restraint for the sixty-odd years
since the Charter was founded, but in recent months it was being questioned
by several highly influential political moguls and pundits.  The Alfarin in
particular abhorred slavery in any form, having never once practiced the
foul state in their entire pre-Charter history.
   It wouldn't have been such a big deal, except that one of the cultures
which commonly practiced honor slavery, was the Haakti people.  With two of
the Charter's most powerful members opposing each other in Parliament,
everyone else was caught in the middle of the issue, which was causing
increasing friction throughout the galaxy.
   The humans, of course, could assert their authority and decide the
issue, and even declare martial law in the event that anyone defied their
decision and sought to break away - but humanity itself was split down the
middle.
   And Captain Garrett Harcrow, a brilliant man who could no doubt apply
his talents to at the very least unify human opinion, was out in the far
reaches of the galaxy.
   The slight whir of the lift announced the captain's presence even as
Qihliani said, "Captain on deck!" Everyone hurried to stand, other than
Liosara, who was already ramrod straight as always, and saluted.
   "At ease," the large supersoldier said.  His deep baritone rumbled
across the Alfarin's skin, the way it always did, and quivered in her very
core.  She refused to believe it was lust churning in her gut.  His eyes
swiveled between his bridge crew, before fixating on Liosara.  Being an
expert on body language, as well as knowing his crew very well, Garrett
surmised the situation quickly.  "First Officer," he said, "permission
granted to speak freely."
   Liosara pursed her lips, and clasped her small young hands behind her
back.  Despite being 50 years old, she was not yet an adult by Alfarin
standards.  "I disagree with both your politics and your methods.  The
former is so very barbaric, and the latter an emotional, ill-considered
affair.  So..." She paused for a bit, trying to think of a word that
encapsulated her feelings best.  "So human." The word was practically a
sneer, and Garrett smiled, the corner of his mouth crooking.
   Yet, even as she sneered the word 'human', her gaze was drawn to the
constant bulge in her captain's pants.  A very primitive desire for his
grotesquely human body had seized her for months, and she constantly picked
at the captain, hoping that he would respond by utterly dominating her!
   "I am very human," the captain agreed.  "Now pull my pants down and
feast your eyes on a human's cock." The entire bridge crew went
stock-still. Liosara gaped as sudden lust flushed her, and Garrett barked,
"Stat, First Officer!"
   Yes!  A voice inside Liosara demanded, the churning in her gut becoming
a roiling heat rising within her.  She'd been waiting so long for this, for
him to dominate her and make her his.  Her fumbling fingers obeyed, so
small and delicate next to Garrett's brutish humanity, and deftly snagged
the hem of his trousers.  She tugged down, her limbs weak with forbidden
lust for a hirsuite human, but the captain gave his already-bulging member
a hard flex, and the massive beast ripped completely out of his trousers,
hitting the young Alfarin's face with a cockhead nearly as big as her head.
   She gasped as the throbbing heat of it pulsed upon her face for a split
second before bouncing back into a rigid pillar of solid cockmeat.  It felt
so very wonderful, and the heat inside her caught fire.  His dick was
enormous, thick and fat and longer than her arm, bulging with obscene
ridges and purpled veins.
   And Liosara wanted it.  She wanted it badly.
   She had fallen for someone so very...  masculine.  That was the only
word to describe him.  Bulky, hairy, human, muscular, tall, horny, hot.
   "Kiss it, Liosara," Garrett commanded.  Liosara's breath hitched with
desire, her pussy leaking moisture, and her legs trembled with lust. 
Forbidden, wonderful lust for a human!
   His voice was so loud, so deep, so commanding, that the young alien
leapt to obey, and lowered her head to press a light, feathery-soft kiss to
that angry, swollen knob.  Her very first kiss, delivered to that cumslit
which was nearly as wide as her own mouth, albeit without her plush lips.
   No sooner had her lips touched his cockhead, than Garrett seized her
head in a single broad hand, and the base of his gargantuan shaft in the
other, and forced the bulbous, utterly disgusting mass into her face.  Her
plump lips stretched wide, impossibly wide, into tight thin lines around
the bulk of that nasty cockhead as he invaded her hot, wet virgin mouth.
   A cry of orgasmic bliss choked in her throat, becoming a moaned gurgle
as his hot salty precum pooled on her tongue and dribbled down her
esophagus.  Hot lewd pleasure burned through her - her captain, the very
human, male captain driving his tremendous, veiny cock into her young
Alfarin mouth!
   Her young elfie pussy quivered hotly as shivers spasmed through her. 
Garrett's strength was overwhelming, pulling her face closer and closer to
his crotch, pushing into her.  Her slender cheeks bulged out with the mass
of huge, sweaty, human dickmeat stuffing her face, and her shortening
breath caught as his massive knob hit the back of her throat, plugging it
up.  Precum flowed directly down her tunnel, and she swallowed eagerly! 
She'd been nursing her desire for the masculine captain for months, and now
she rejoiced as his lusts were unleashed upon her.
   It seemed impossible that his fucktool could fit any further into her
mouth, yet the captain slammed his hips forward, sinking his cock
inexorably into her tight, hot throatcunt.  Her neck bulged and worked as
she glucked instinctively around his cock as it plunged deep inside her
throat.
   His musk grew stronger as she watched the dark pubic curls crowning the
base of his shaft - humans were so very hirsute, and the forbidden sight
thrilled her to the core - come closer to her, and the strong aroma
intoxicated her.
   When he bottomed out in her, mashing her delicate face into her crotch,
her eyes rolled back as pleasure rocketed through her body.  "You are my
elfie bitch, Liosara," the captain grunted as she swallowed on his immense
piledriver.  "The whole bridge knows it."
   Yes!  YES!  Yes yes yes yes yes yes yeeeeeessssSSSSSSSSSSSS!
   Her mental cries ended in a loud scream of delight that was muffled by
his cock, moaning and vibrating along his fat length as her drool ran in
copious rivulets between her lips, coating his bloated, hairy nuts and
dripping off them, when Garrett began facefucking her madly.  His hips
slammed into her face over and over, smothering her in sweaty, hairy
crotch, and she could feel his fat ballsacks clench as globs of cum shot up
his shaft and geysered into her virgin throat.
   Shock and orgasm overwhelmed her, and her entire body thrummed like a
tuning fork as she experienced the first climax of her youthful life, just
from the virile human captain pummeling her mouthtwat and filling her tummy
with his jizz.  But he didn't stop spurting hot, thick, raunchy human seed
down her throatcunt, and endless orgasms crashed through her body,
spiraling her mind down warptunnels of bliss.
   And the whole while, she was aware of the bridge crew watching in
astonished (and horny) silence.  Her body flushed with orgasmic lust... 
the feeling of being watched excited her still more.  Her tight wet throat
was eagerly swallowing down his viscous cockslime, yet he kept fucking her
little elfie face and cumming repeatedly, over and over, till her belly
swelled out as though she were pregnant and she couldn't take anymore.
   Spunk coughed out of her throat around his bulbous slab of human
cockmeat, squirting out of her nose in a spray that coated the very pubic
curls that her face kept getting smashed into with each pummeling thrust.
His seed smeared her entire face, getting in her hair, dripping on her
uniform, and still Garrett kept having his way with her throatcunt.
   A console beeped, and the voice of a bridge officer that Liosara was too
far gone to identify reported, "Uh, Captain - incoming transmission.  You
asked that it be flagged Priority Alpha-One?"
   "Put it through," Garrett said, breathing heavily.  A low groan escaped
his lips as a hologram hissed into existence.  The comm officer had
restricted the caller's range of view to only see Garrett's upper chest and
head.
   It was a very very old Alfarin.  His face actually had a few wrinkles on
it, something most Alfarin never lived long enough to get, despite their
long lives, and his waist-length hair was pure white.  "Greetings..." The
captain hissed in midsentence as Liosara's tight throat glucked hard around
his pulsating cock in the throes of her continual orgasmic thrashing. 
"...Elder Speaker." One hand raised from the girl's head long enough to
make a little-known Alfarin fingertalk gesture of respect.
   Liosara gasped, or tried to.  Her breath caught on the thick piston
still rutting her virgin throat raw.  The Elder Speaker!  He was the oldest
living Alfarin, over a millennium in age.  Less than half a dozen Alfarin
in the entirety of their history had been honored with the title of Elder
Speaker, the most prestigious one Alfarin society could grant.  This Elder
Speaker in particular had been Liosara's very own mentor, back on Alfarha,
and had recommended her position for the Triumph, despite her youth.
   Through the dim haze of lust and pleasure fogging her mind, she wished
mightily that the holoview would enlarge, so that the Elder Speaker could
see her giving herself to Harcrow, that humans were worth the love and lust
of an Alfarin.
   "Hail, Captain Harcrow," the Elder Speaker said, returning the
fingertalk signal.  He appeared unruffled by the fact that Garrett knew
their race's secret sign language.  "I admit to being surprised that you
are not here on Mars."
   Garrett's eyes clenched shut for a moment, as ecstasy wracked him, and
more cum splurted out of his cock down Liosara's throatcunt.  "Mars...  is
irrelevant," he grunted.  "You, Elder Speaker, are the hinge."
   The Elder Speaker raised an eyebrow.  He was most assuredly smart enough
to understand the captain's intent, and so were most of the Triumph's
bridge crew, as they caught on.  Other than Liosara, whose mind was
blanking with the rapturously wonderful orgasms her nymphet body was
experiencing as the incredibly virile captain dominated her throat with his
massive cock.
   It had been the Elder Speaker who had first raised the Slave Issue, who
had first riled up his people against the practice of honor debts.  When he
spoke, his entire race listened, and many in the Charter followed suit.  He
had been the spark that began the chain reaction of dissent that was now
splitting the Charter.
   "Do you intend to rearrange my moral code with clever words?" The Elder
Speaker seemed curious, and perhaps a touch amused.  "Or perhaps to appeal
to my sense of unity?"
   "Tell...  me..." Garrett gasped.  "Are you...  familiar...  with the
concept...  the concept of bondslavery?"
   The Elder Speaker's brow creased, creating more wrinkles, but he was far
too courteous to inquire what was wrong with the sweating human captain. 
"Yes.  An odious practice in which a member of an inferior race attempts to
prove their devotion to someone by voluntarily swearing him or herself to
the beloved's every whim." Including sexual whims, but the old Alfarin did
not say it.  The practice of bondslavery was among the general concept of
honor debts that the Alfarin and their political allies were railing
against.
   "Alfarin lovers mate..." Garrett paused, grunting and groaning like a
beast for several moments as he unloaded several more pints of jizz down
his newest lil cumdumpster's throat, then continued his sentence as though
there had never been an interruption, "...for life, don't they?" Liosara's
mind was shattered, her body overwhelmed with overwhelming pleasure as his
pelvis slammed lewdly into her face again and again and again and again and
again.
   The Elder Speaker pursed his lips.  "The lifebond is an entirely
different matter than bondslaving.  Neither partner is subject to the whims
of the other.  Alfarin do not degrade themselves with emotional excess, no
matter what humans might do."
   And suddenly Qihliani, who was tweaking her sensitive pregnant nipple as
she watched the incredibly hot sight of her lover/master/captain taking the
elfie first officer as his own, realized what Garrett was up to.  He had
realized, without the benefit of Yahsolar empathy, that for the Alfarin,
the Slave Issue wasn't a matter of ethics.
   It was a matter of pride.
   The Alfarin believed themselves better than all others, even the
fledgling race of humanity which dominated the stars, and were using the
Slave Issue to make the entire Pan-Galactic Charter aware of that fact. 
The counselor wasn't certain if even all the Alfarin realized that root of
their feelings that they so often repressed and denied; but Garrett
certainly had.
   Tactics Officer Orulolia, whose pussy was wet and quivering as she
watched the sight of Garrett and Liosara, recognized an opening in the
enemy's flank, even when the battle was a political one and the soldiers
were words.  Without needing a prompt, she adjusted the hologram viewing
range, so that the Elder Speaker got a very, very good look of Captain
Garrett Harcrow face-fucking a lewdly moaning, wantonly writhing Liosara.
   The Elder Speaker emitted a shocked hiss of utter, dumbstruck
astonishment.  In a rare unguarded, nonplussed moment, the likes of which
the ancient Alfarin had not experienced in centuries, he managed to say,
"...Liosara?"
   Pride flooded through the young girl's body as her former mentor beheld
her swallowing down this large, hairy, human man's cock like a gutter
whore. Let him see that Garrett Harcrow was worth a lifebond, a bondslave!
She could not stop sucking and gargling and glucking on his phenomenal dick
as it reamed her throat, molding her into a perfect cocksleeve that could
not stop convulsing with rapture as he filled her to overflowing with his
raunchy, nasty, human jizz.
   Garrett met the Elder Speaker's eyes for a long moment, before he
allowed his head to arch back and a low guttural howl of entirely human
passion to release from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt inside
Liosara's bulging neck and held her head there, spunking almost directly
inside her stomach.
   The hologram transmission ended abruptly, as Orulolia, catching onto her
captain's strategy, cut it off.  In the mist of sex-soaked steam that
fogged her brain, Liosara saw how completely she had been mastered, how
utterly the Elder Speaker had been outmaneuvered, how totally the entire
Slave Issue had been defused.  Shaken to the core, his pride shattered, the
Elder Speaker would drop the issue, and the Alfarin species would follow
his lead, and their political allies in Parliament would lack any
influence.
   As the captain finally pulled his tremendous member out of Liosara's
raw, thoroughly fucked throat, the wet 'gluh' of her trapped breath
exploded out.  She coughed up his cum that she now craved, and fixed her
new master with a wide-eyed expression of overcome adoration.  She was
completely and totally conquered, and she and the whole bridge knew it. 
"I'm..." Her voice was barely coherent, with all the jizz still gurgling in
her well-stretched mouthtwat.  "I'm your...  little...  elfie...  bitch..."
A final orgasm seized her then, and she knew nothing more except wracked
bliss as her body, no longer supported by the captain, collapsed back to
the deck, where she spasmed and quaked in incredible, ecstatic aftershocks.
   The bridge was silent, save for the low hot gasps emanating from the
female officers.  The grizzled old pilot was grinning to himself and
focusing on maintaining course while silently applauding the captain's
brilliance.  The whirring lift announced a new arrival, and a young cadet -
an attractive, barely teenaged, human girl - came in.  "Captain," she
began, waving a comm pad for him to look over, then stopped in her tracks,
staring openmouthed at the scene before her.
   The ever so prim and proper First Officer writhing and moaning on the
floor.  The massive Captain Harcrow standing over her, with a gigantic,
dripping cock out in full view.  Before her body could react other than
hardening her nipples, Garrett grabbed her head and mercilessly shoved his
immense piledriver between her lips.
   He slammed full-force inside, plunging into her, but in only the
split-second before his obese cockknob touched the back of her throat, the
young girl had already experienced her first virginal orgasm.
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   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
   COMMENTS: Like many authors, I love hearing positive feedback and
suggestions!  If you like, email me: wonderotica DOT 1 AT gmail DOT com
  
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