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 TITLE: Triumph's Odyssey
PART: Chapter 6 - Haakti Rebels
AUTHOR: Big Al
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SUMMARY: Captain Harcrow answers a distress call from the Haakti queen,
Orulolia's mother.  Written for SpectralTime on Hentai Foundry, who wished
to see this series continued.
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   The Triumph orbited Mars in lazy grandeur.  The terraformed world below
was a mix of red and brown and green and blue; the skies around it were
abuzz with spacecraft, for this was the center of the Charter military. 
After completing a tour of duty, the Triumph had returned home, and most of
the ship's crew were on leave; a skeleton crew, including nearly all of the
bridge crew, remained behind, dedicated to their tasks.  In a week, the
great flagship would resume its mission, but for now, it served as a potent
symbol in the heart of humanity's domain.
   "Chancellor Irakis wishes to speak with you, sir," Ensign Tatiana Morgan
reported.  "He requests a face-to-face meeting."
   Captain Garrett Harcrow grunted, paroxysms of pleasure passing across
his face as Liosara, kneeling before the seated supersoldier, licked the
sensitive spot on his cock where his apple-sized knob met his long thick
veiny shaft.  The Alfarin lass was reward with syrupy precum bubbling from
his slit and running thickly down onto her face, matting up her luscious
black hair.
   "I'm flattered that...  he wishes to check with me before...  before
doing anything," Harcrow said, as his first officer continued to worship
his gargantuan meat, "but he's the chancellor, not me.  Nevertheless, tell
him to forward any bills that he...  he wishes me to peruse."
   "Yes, sir," Tatiana said, looking with envy at Liosara.  Since the Slave
Issue had been resolved, Liosara had become delighted with her role as
Harcrow's little elfie bitch, and loved to service him and be used by him
in full view of the bridge crew.  During every morning briefing, she'd be
his public fucktoy, delegating what had before been her task, to the young
ensign.
   The young human girl knew Harcrow fucked dozens of girls and women, and
didn't care about that, but only wished she too could be ravished by this
utter titan.  Her pussy quivered wetly every time she was in his presence.
"Continue, Ensign," Harcrow prompted her out of her lusty reverie, and she
blushed, concentrating on the datapad she was holding so she wouldn't be
distracted by the captain's massive dong.
   Liosara was plenty distracted by it, however, and only caught snatches
of the briefing as she began suckling on her master's fat cockknob. 
Slurping and sucking on it, deliberately making loud lewd noises of
pleasure, she lathered his cock with drool even as she was rewarded with
the thick musky syrup of his oh-so-human pre.  Her tummy was poufed out
with child, for her master had taken her horny pussy as well and sired
half-human babes upon her, and pregnancy only made her hornier for this
hirsute musky human man.
   Harcrow rested his hand on her head, pushing her slowly down on his huge
cock, as he listened to Tatiana.  His knob met the tight swallow of
Liosara's throat, precum glugging directly into her throat with obscene
gargling noises, and she moaned loudly with pleasure, her pussy soaking her
panties completely through and starting to leave a stain on her uniform
trousers as well.
   She barely heard Tatiana mentioning a Reman-derived healing serum before
Harcrow became more assertive, and pushed down hard on her head even as he
thrust his hips up.  Half a foot of his phenomenal cock invaded her tight
elfie throat, bulging out her neck, and at the sudden mighty penetration,
Liosara's eyes crossed with pleasure, as she practically gushed cunt juice.
   Now, instead of passively enjoying her cock worship, he began
facefucking her, placing broad strong hands on her head to push her down on
his cock as he bucked his mighty hips into her face.  Her scream of delight
was muffled into a delirious moan of passion by the gigantic human dick
stuffing her horny facecunt.
   Tatiana trailed off again, entranced by the sight of her captain
dominating the first officer.  With a final pelvic slam, the Alfarin's face
mashed into his pubic curls, which were matted by her copious slobber. 
Liosara was shaking almost violently with her orgasm, the scent and taste
of him filling her world with heat and musk and cock.
   Harcrow pulled up on her braid, then slammed her head back down, burying
his cockshaft between her stretched-tight lips again and again as he had
his way with his elfie cumdump.  His eyes, slightly unfocused with
pleasure, nevertheless looked straight at Tatiana with a crooked grin, and
she shuddered with a little tingle of euphoria as she realized that the
captain was imagining facefucking HER.
   "Continue, Ensign," was all Harcrow said, smiling knowingly at her as he
jacked himself off with the first officer's tight hot wet throat-pussy. 
Tatiana blushed and stammered, trying to recover the trail of her briefing,
and eventually succeeded after several moments.  Harcrow hid another grin,
thoroughly enjoying his elfie bitch while still paying attention to the
briefing.  Tatiana had officer potential, and moments like this, forcing
her to focus despite distraction, were excellent training for her.
   He arched his neck as his bloated nuts tightened, squirting thick
torrents of musky human jizz up his shaft to geyser deep inside Liosara's
Alfarin throat.  Her muffled screams of orgasmic bliss were choked by his
cum, which glugged audibly down her throat into her tummy.  The girl was
thrashing on her knees, completely unmanned by the rapture that consumed
her as her captain and her master got himself off in her spunkdumpster
throat-twat.
   Harcrow was an endless cum fountain, and his nuts churned as they kept
filling with more and more seed, even as he jetted his jizz into his elfie
plaything's horny throat.  Tatiana's voice was hoarse and husky with desire
as she resolutely obeyed his order and continued the briefing.  Liosara's
stomach was filled, and Harcrow's cum began splashing out of her nose and
mouth around his cock, covering her face in her master's raunchy spunk.
   At her station, Counselor Qihliani watched the scene with great
interest. She was heavily pregnant, and could give birth almost any day
now. Her boobs were swollen with milk, and already leaked continuously
beneath her uniform.  Not only was she incredibly turned on by the father
of her children fucking the Alfarin first officer, but she was watching
Tatiana closely; Harcrow had shared his hopes for the ensign with the
empathic counselor.
   With a great guttering sigh, Harcrow dumped the last of his load into
Liosara, looking thoroughly satisfied.  It would only be the first of many
loads, course.  He let the lass pull her thoroughly fucked face off his
cock to begin cleaning his manhood as Tatiana continued to report on the
high-precision transmat advances brought in by Chinari sciences.
   The captain didn't let Liosara enjoy her treat too long, before giving
her another one.  He bodily lifted her slender elfin body up, casually
ripped away the felt between her crotch - baring her bald knocked-up pussy,
which was soaking wet and perfumed the air with the scent of a horny
pregnant woman - and slammed her down on his cock, spearing her tight
fucktunnel on his huge member.  Liosara shrieked in untrammeled delight,
temporarily drowning out Tatiana's report.
   The ensign suppressed the instinct to pause and repeat herself; the
captain had reassured her in the past that his excellent hearing could
still easily make out her words.  Which was a very good thing, because if
she had to pause every time the Alfarin girl screamed her pleasure, the
briefing would never get done.
   The first officer's twat was obscenely stretched out by Harcrow's
immense girth, and her tight satin walls gripped him in spastic wet
clutches, juicing hard around his incredible length as he impaled her on
his fuckrod.  As the captain bounced his orgasming elfie fucktoy up and
down on his cock, her juices practically gushed from her cunt down his
shaft, dripping off his balls onto the seat of the captain's chair, which
was already stained beyond the best efforts of the Triumph's maintenance
'bots to cleanse it.
   Harcrow was bucking his hips up even as he pulled Liosara down, his firm
grasp of her hips holding her thrashing form steady.  Her limbs were
convulsing wildly in random directions, so utterly overcome with ectasy she
was.  No sooner did one orgasm end, than another began, floating Liosara on
an unending sea of rapture as her master had his way with her, using her
thoroughly impregnated twat as little more than a jackoff toy.  She tried
to express her devotion to him, her delight at being bred and fucked and
used by him, but the words only came out as incoherent yells, punctuated by
the obscene squelching slaps of their bodies as he hilted himself in her
preggo cunt again and again.
   Harcrow was grunting with bestial pleasure, as his magnificent cock was
tightly clasped by the pregnant girl's soft wet heat, and with a low
guttural roar, he burst inside her, slamming her down fully upon his mighty
shaft a final time as his balls unloaded themselves inside the Alfarin. 
Liosara's eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue hanging out as her
screams became breathless panting cries of hoarse ecstasy, just from
feeling the captain's potent jizz spurt hotly and thickly into her thirsty
cunt.
   His shaft bulged obscenely with each thick splat of cum that shot up its
length to gush powerfully into his elfie plaything's horny pussy, and his
fat nuts were visibly clenching and releasing with each impressively strong
squirt of jizz.
   Just as he was emptying his balls inside her, the torrents of his cum
factories slowing down to a (temporary) end, an insistent beep signaled
from the console next to Tatiana.  The ensign, interrupted from her
briefing and her voyeuristic viewing of the captain's pleasure, looked
crossly at the flashing console, but at a nod from the captain, she flicked
the switch.
   Orulolia, the Haakti tactics officer, flickered into existence as a
holographic projection.  "Captain!  Crisis in Haakti space."
   "Report," Harcrow ordered.  He let Liosara pulled her thoroughly fucked
face off his cock to begin cleaning his manhood.  Orulolia was one of the
crew on leave; she had gone to Haaktos Prime to visit her mother, the
All-Clans Queen.
   "Rebels on Xionyai," Orulolia said.  "Haakti who consider my mother's
surrender to you dishonorable." Decades ago, near the end of the
interstellar war that ended in the Pan-Galactic Charter's founding, Harcrow
had conquered Haaktos Prime and accepted its surrender from Orulolia's
mother herself.  "Queen Amyndetta was there negotiating with...  with the
Xionyai clan lord, when he revealed himself as one of the rebels and
attempted to take my mother hostage."
   "I can't see Amyndetta letting that happen," Harcrow said wryly.
   A flicker of a smile crossed his tactics officer's face.  "No, sir.  She
escaped the palace, but her landing pad was bombed into oblivion, so she's
trapped on-planet.  She and her handmaidens are pinned down; they only
managed to get off a single message to me before communications were
jammed."
   "I'm on my way," Harcrow promised.
   "No, sir," Orulolia contradicted, a slightly pained look on her face. 
"The rebels know about my mother's connection to me, a Triumph crew member.
Their orbital defense station is rigged to crash into the continent rather
than allow Amyndetta to be rescued, the moment the Triumph warps insystem."
   "Death before servitude," Harcrow quoted the Haakti rebels' slogan
disgustedly.  "I'll take an unmarked stealth shuttle.  Stay where you are,
but keep me updated on the situation if you hear anything more."
   "I'm coming with you," Orulolia said determinedly.  Harcrow raised an
eyebrow.  The tactics officer insisted, "You are my commander, and you are
Garrett Harcrow.  You are the Alpha Privileged, the conqueror of my race,
and the mightiest of your or any other kind.  I would follow you into
death, obey any other command.  But, she is my mother.  I must defend her!"
   There was silence for a mere moment, save for the slurps of Liosara on
the captain's phenomenal cock.  Then he crooked his smile at the hologram.
"Stay where you are, Princess.  I'll pick you up."
   The next hour was a flurry of preparations.  Harcrow declared Liosara to
be acting captain in his absence, and replacements for the other missing
bridge crew were found as well.  Harcrow then boarded an unmarked stealth
shuttle, newly created by the Triumph's onboard repfac, and commed Engineer
'Matchstick' Marco his readiness.  Using a splice of advanced human and
Chinari technology, the ship engineer transmatted the entire shuttle to
Haaktos Prime's system edge.  Such incredible precision at that range would
have been impossible before Harcrow's subjugation of that psionic race, but
now the Chinari had been welcomed into the Charter with open arms.
   Orulolia didn't appear impressed when Harcrow's stealth shuttle touched
down at the royal citadel landing pad in record time; she was used to her
captain pulling off miracles.  "Thank you, Captain," she said, as she
strapped herself in, and Harcrow lifted the shuttle off again.
   "My pleasure, Princess," he said with a wry grin.  A little tingle
shivered across her skin at being so called.  He'd never addressed her by
her royal rank before today, only by her military rank.  Of course, she
supposed, she was still on leave and therefore technically off-duty.
   As the warpdrive was activated, Orulolia advised, "I'd suggest an entry
vector at one of Xionyai's poles, then a low atmospheric altitude to
Amyndetta's location, to avoid detection."
   "We don't know her current position, because of the jamming," Harcrow
pointed out.  "I have a better idea..."
   On the surface of the planet Xionyai - one of the Haakti's ancient
colony worlds, its civilization millennia old - Clan Lord Erdruk scowled
through his ocular scanner.  "Blasted woman knows the terrain too well," he
said to the general next to him.  "She's holed up in that network of caves,
just to foil our sensors.  A highly defensible position to boot."
   "Our best guerrillas are here," the rebel general said.  "If you order
your soldiers to hold back and contain all the cavern exits, they can move
in and smoke her out."
   "They have one hour," Erdruk said.  "After that, I'm pumping the caves
full of nerve gas.  An uninjured corpse can be made to look like a live
hostage for hologram."
   The general looked at his lord, surprised.  "Did you never love her?"
   Erdruk frowned, the expression stretching out the scars on his cheek. 
"Our betrothal was a political match, nothing more.  I forswore her the
moment she betrayed us and sold our race into human shackles.  I only sired
our children on her thereafter, out of duty.  Just as it is my duty now to
do whatever is necessary to free the Haakti."
   An intense crackling of static boomed out from all the comms nearby,
eliciting several startled yelps from surrounding rebel soldiers. 
Amyndetta's voice rang out, "--repeat, in the cave system north of Frodg,
coordinates are--"
   "Get that jamming back up!" Erdruk snapped.  He looked up into the sky,
and cursed the shooting star that had appeared.  The heavily ionized comet
had shorted out the jamming field.  There was another crackling of static,
and Amyndetta's voice cut off.  "Tell me there are no Charter sightings,"
he demanded of the general.
   "No, my lord," the general reassured him.  "No one insystem save our
people to hear her call for help.  The jamming field wasn't down long
enough for her to make a interstellar communication."
   Erdruk nodded, but stared intently at the yawning cavern mouth ahead of
him.  Despite the general's words, he had a foreboding.  Although the
Haakti were long past the age of superstition, shooting stars had
nevertheless marked many momentous times in their history.  "Give me the
nerve gas," he commanded.  "I'm going in after the guerillas."
   "My lord?!" the general gasped.
   "Something's not right here," the clan lord said.  "And I'm going to
find out what."
   Elsewhere, the stealth shuttle manned by Harcrow and his tactics officer
touched down in the forest north of the city Frodg, and Orulolia leapt out
of the hatch first.  "Brilliant," she complimented her captain.  He had
piloted the ship into the ionosphere and STAYED there for several minutes,
stretching the shuttle's shielding capacity to the limit as highly charged
ion particles collected around them.  Then, with a sonic boom, he'd shot
out of the upper ionosphere towards the surface, looking like nothing more
than a meteor...  and the ionic discharge had been enough to short out the
jamming field.  It had been down less than a minute, but that was all
they'd needed to hear Amyndetta comming out her coordinates.
   Orulolia knew the terrain better than her captain did, so he deferred to
her lead to guide them through the forest.  They communicated by hand
signals alone.  It astonished her how quiet he moved, despite his bulk.  He
was like a ghost, utterly silent and leaving no trace of his passing.  His
blaster was holstered, but she had her honor-knife out.
   She held up her hand as they reached one of the isolated cavern
entrances.  They peered out through the foliage to see a squad of Haakti
soldiers, clad in Xionyai clan heraldry, standing guard.  Their backs were
to the captain and princess, however; they were keeping people in, not out.
Orulolia watched her captain's eyes as he assessed the situation, then he
put his finger to his lips before making several gestures with his hands,
silently giving her orders.  She nodded, and then they exploded into
motion.
   Bursting out of the bushes, the princess hurled her knife, which planted
itself into the heart of the soldier carrying the squad's comm with a
sickening thunk.  Before the toppling corpse hit the ground, Harcrow was
among the other soldiers, a blitz of quiet death, snapping necks as though
they were twigs.  Orulolia only had time to kill one more soldier by the
time her captain had taken care of the other half dozen.
   "Damn," she said softly.  She was no slouch in unarmed combat herself,
but the captain's speed and efficiency were nothing short of Herculean.  He
cocked a grin at her, then retrieved the soldiers' fallen comm from the
ground.
   "They'll be using a line-of-sight laserwave link," he said as he
examined the device, "the only way they can communicate through their own
jamming field.  I can rig this to reflect the all-clear messages it
receives through the squad relay around the caves, so it looks like the
soldiers here are actually sending it."
   "You can do that?" Orulolia raised her eyebrow.  He just looked at her,
and she chuckled softly.  "Of course you can." The captain had helped to
develop the supersoldier program after all; his technical expertise was
legendary.
   The jury-rigging completed, they moved into the caves, blasters drawn
now.  Orulolia had a standard-issue Charter blaster pistol - which she'd
modified, against regulations - but Harcrow's blaster was a turbocharged
heavy repeater.  Large enough that it would give a normal man trouble if he
mounted it on his shoulder, it was hefted easily by the supersoldier in one
broad hand.  Compared to his size, it looked a bit like a pistol, albeit
one with a ridiculously long barrel.
   Echoes of fighting rang distantly down the tunnels; the rebel guerrillas
were hounding Amyndetta and her handmaidens, which doubled as her elite
guard.  "Mother!" Orulolia whispered fervently, starting forward, but
Harcrow forestalled her with an upraised hand, taking the lead.  The Haakti
princess reluctantly fell behind, eyes scanning the dim caverns for any
threat.
   Flashes of blaster fire were visible up ahead, and Orulolia squinted,
straining to see down the tunnel in the darkness, but Harcrow snapped off
exactly three shots, followed by exactly three thunks of dead bodies
hitting the rocky ground.  Cries and yelps followed.  "They've split up! 
They're flanking us!"
   She could just make out her captain's tight smile, then he backed up
quickly.  Curiously, she followed suit, then, as they passed the mouth of
another tunnel, he lay down a spreading fire through that passage.  More
cries and yelps followed: another pack of guerrillas!
   The sound of both packs of guerrillas coming from different directions
grew louder, and Orulolia grinned as she suddenly caught onto Harcrow's
plan.  His eyes reflected his mischief, and as they retreated down the
mouth of yet another tunnel, Orulolia tossed a smoke bomb and a grenade
into the corridor they'd just left.
   The guerrillas charged into other, confused by the smoke and the
explosions, and killed several of their own number before realizing how
they'd been duped.  By that time, Harcrow and Orulolia were far away,
having taken another route through the tunnels.  "You didn't need to resort
to that, did you?" Orulolia said shrewdly.  "You could have taken them all
on head-on."
   Harcrow chuckled.  "Strategizing keeps the brain sharp.  Besides, we
only need them distracted, not eliminated.  Finding your mother is the
priority." The princess silently agreed.
   More weapon discharges and sounds of combat were echoing down the
tunnels, and Harcrow cocked his ear as he loped easily down the passage. 
Orulolia had to sprint to keep up with his long stride, and was thankful
for the stamina her training had given her.  "I hear several female
Haakti," he said as they ran, panting not a whit.  "Probably the royal
handmaidens."
   Orulolia strained her ears, but couldn't discern anything from the
shouts ahead, but as the tunnel opened into a wider cavern, she saw the
captain was right.  Only three entrances led into this cavern, and the
other two were disgorging rebels to block off the queen and her bodyguards
from the tunnel out of which Harcrow and Orulolia came.
   "Mother!" the princess cried.  Her shout pierced the laser fire and
explosions, and the queen, the lovely queen whose daughter resembled her so
much, turned to see her - as did several rebel guerrillas.  Harcrow seized
the princess and shoved her behind him.  She bristled at such treatment,
but realized that she didn't possess the tough skin and rapid regeneration
that he did, and so settled for snapping off blaster shots from behind him.
   Lasers scored the captain's flesh, burning holes through his uniform,
but he didn't flinch, and the wounds closed almost as soon as they
appeared. His heavy repeater lay down a rapid fire pattern, but the shots
were far from random and suppressive; instead, each one struck a target
directly in the head.  Rebels were dropping by the score, but some of them
began wising up, and moved to flank him, whereas others moved to flank the
queen; a hostage, be it princess or queen, would give them significant
leverage against this human titan who assailed them.
   Orulolia's pistol belched fiery red death as she snapped off precision
shots, one after the other.  The rebels trying to flank her mother, she
shot in the legs, causing them to stumble and their fellows behind them to
trip; Amyndetta's bodyguards finished those off as the Haakti princess
turned her attention to defending her own position.
   A grenade was thrown at Harcrow; he deftly snagged it out of the air and
threw it back so quickly the rebels barely registered what happened before
it exploded in their midst.  Another grenade was thrown at the queen's
bodyguards, and that one was intercepted in mid-air by a deft shot from
Harcrow's repeating blaster.
   Orulolia threw a scatter of caltrops on the rocky ground, sowing
confusion and pain among the rubbles, as her captain lay down one more
laser spread, gunning down several more rebels, before directing his fire
to the ceiling in precise boring shots.  Stalactites, severed from the
natural rock ceiling, tumbled down atop the rebels, who scrambled in
disorderly fashion.  Several were crushed; the remainder were scattered and
disorganized, and Queen Amyndetta and her handmaidens moved in to mop them
up.
   A rebel, thought dead by the handmaidens, rose up to stumbling feet,
already fatally wounded, but drawing his knife to plunge into the queen's
back - Orulolia saw it and fired a deadly shot that zipped past her
mother's shoulder to explode the rebel's head into a pulp.  "Get ready,"
Harcrow said, and snatched Orulolia from behind him as he turned around to
face the tunnel through which they had come.
   "Orulolia!" Amyndetta called.  She was a deadly beauty, her long black
hair without a trace of gray, the three stubby horns upon her forehead
undulled by age.
   "Orulolia?" came a new voice from the dark tunnel.  Steps heralded the
arrival of Xionyai Clan Lord Erdruk, facing Captain Harcrow.  "So not only
my wife is here, but my youngest daughter...  and my nemesis!" This last
was thrown out as a snarl as he recognized the man who had conquered his
race.
   "Father," Orulolia bit out, "how could you do this?  How could you join
the rebels?" Amyndetta and her bodyguards flanked the princess and the
captain as they faced down the former royal consort.
   "Join?" Erdruk said indignantly.  "My dear girl, I didn't join them... I
founded them."
   "For twenty years," Amyndetta said, and her voice was very similar to
Orulolia's, albeit richer and sultrier, "Xionyai has been unable to ferret
out the rebels...  and now we know why.  I knew you were displeased by the
surrender, Erdruk; but I trusted your honor."
   "Who are you to talk of honor?" Erdruk spat.  "Dying in glorious combat
against humanity, THAT would have been honorable; instead, you have shamed
us all.  Just because he defeated your father in a duel - an honor duel
against a non-Haakti is no honor duel at all!"
   "Garrett Harcrow," the princess interjected bitterly, "has more honor in
his thumb than you have ever had in your whole body, Father."
   "You're outnumbered, Erdruk," Harcrow chose that moment to speak.  "Will
you choose to die futilely against us in 'glorious combat' as you preach?"
   "My soldiers still surround these caves," Edruk sneered.  "But they will
never have the pleasure of killing you, because you will join me in death
right here!" He crushed something in his hand and dropped the opened pellet
to the ground.  A smoky fog began seeping out of it.
   "Nerve gas!" One of the royal guards shouted.  There was no protection
against nerve gas that these caves could afford; only an atmospheric seal
could defend against it, and this gas would spread through these caves
rapidly.
   Even as Erdruk stumbled dead to the ground, his own first victim,
Harcrow threw himself bodily upon the pellet.  The slow seeping of nerve
gas became a slight hissing, suppressed by the captain's weight, and he
stayed there for several minutes.  "Captain!" the princess said in a panic,
but his eyes reassured her.
   "I am immune to nerve gas," he said.  "With nowhere to go, the gas will
fall into the rock beneath me and become inert.  Just have to give it
several minutes."
   Queen Amyndetta barked a laugh.  "Ha!  You are a remarkable man indeed,
Garrett Harcrow.  Although this is not how I imagined our next meeting."
Orulolia looked sharply at her mother, and saw those royal breasts heaving,
but not from exertion; suddenly, she realized with a gasp EXACTLY how her
mother had always imagined her next meeting with Garrett Harcrow.  The idea
flushed the princess' body with heat, and her pussy grew moist.
   "The traitor was right about one thing," one of the handmaidens said. 
"His soldiers still surround these caves."
   "I rather suspect Harcrow could destroy them all single-handedly,"
Amyndetta said.
   "He could," Orulolia averred, "but we have secured an open route out of
the caves.  A small shuttle."
   "I'm afraid the shuttle isn't quite big enough for all of us," Harcrow
said, eyeing the handmaidens, who were all eyeing his buttocks as he lay
atop the slowly diffusing nerve gas pellet.
   "The Xionyai soldiers still think we are trapped in these caves,"
another royal handmaiden said.  "We will escape the caves with you, then
find a ship of our own before the rebels even know we are gone."
   "And then Haaktos Prime will unleash its full force against this rebel
world," Amyndetta said grimly.
   Almost a quarter of the way across the galaxy, the Triumph lay in wait.
It had reassembled its crew rapidly, and was holding position, awaiting
orders from its captain.  Liosara, as acting commander, was in the
captain's chair.  As it had been built for Harcrow's frame, it swallowed
her up, but it practically radiated his musk, and so she basked in it.
   Chiellanara, the psionic Chinari queen, had been named acting first
officer, and she saw to her task assiduously.  She was still unused to
taking orders, having been an unquestioned dictator her whole life before
her race's conquest by Garrett Harcrow, but was adjusting to her new place
in the Charter reasonably well.  Of course, that was no doubt helped by the
fact that Harcrow had personally seeded her formerly barren womb with a
veritable litter of babies (which scans had revealed to have bred true as
Chinari), a seeding which had been the greatest pleasure of her life.
   Harcrow had also personally bred hundreds of otherwise-barren Chinari
women, in what had been dubbed the Alpha Initiative, bringing new hope to
the dying race.  Studies had been performed in trying to replicate the
captain's genetically recombinant DNA, headed by Doctor Celiveia, but they
had been unsuccessful thus far, and so Harcrow was currently the Chinari
race's sole male progenitor.
   With Princess Orulolia on Xionyai as well, Dolmedrea, the Charter's
first Reman recruit, was acting tactics officer aboard the bridge.  She too
was pregnant.  Ensign Tatiana Morgan felt somewhat alone among these women,
all of whom were bearing the captain's babes.  Her pussy quivered wetly,
for she ached to take his cock and seed within her own womb as well, and to
bear his children.
   The console next to Queen Chiellanara beeped.  Liosara made as if to
answer it, before realizing she was several yards away from her usual
station.  The pregnant psion answered it, and their captain's hologram
appeared.  "Your majesty," he said, "please inform the crew that our
mission was a success.  We will rendezvous with you in approximately four
hours.  You should also be prepared to receive a separate ship bearing the
Haakti queen's bodyguards."
   "Aye, aye, Master," Chiellanara said in her mellifluous voice.  Though
once unaccustomed to speaking aloud, she had become adept at it, and even
discovered that she had a lovely singing voice.  Harcrow saluted, and his
hologram winked out.
   "Four hours, huh?" Dolmedrea smirked.  "I think we all know what they'll
spend those four hours doing."
   As Harcrow's stealth shuttle engaged its warpdrive, Orulolia smirked at
her captain.  "I know this thing has a slower warpdrive than the Triumph,
but...  four hours?"
   Amyndetta, her mother, just smiled.  "I have been waiting for this day a
long time, daughter, though I did not think it would ever come.  Did you
know that Erdruk and I never consummated our union?"
   "What?" Orulolia looked sharply at her mother, but Harcrow seemed
unsurprised.  "Of course you already knew this," she sighed resignedly at
her captain.
   "He is your father," Amyndetta hastened to add, "but I am a virgin
untouched by a man.  When I inherited the throne and yielded to Captain
Harcrow--"
   "Call me Garrett," he smiled, and that winning smile made both women's
knees weak.
   "--to Garrett," the Haakti queen said huskily, "I was merely betrothed
to the Xionyai clan lord.  For honor's sake, I did not sleep with the
captain then, though I greatly desired to.  Afterwards, your father and I
were married, but he was so displeased with my decision to surrender, that
he returned to Xionyai, and merely fulfilled his reproductive duty as the
royal consort by sending semen for my insemination."
   "But now, he is dead," Orulolia realized, "and you are no longer bound
to him as wife by honor."
   "If you will have me, Garrett," Amyndetta avowed, "then I will gladly
have you as often as you want me.  And I will share him with you, daughter,
for I see how you look at him."
   "Share him with me and a hundred other girls too," Orulolia giggled.
   Amyndetta giggled too, a rather unqueenly sound, and began stripping. 
The princess grinned, and kneeled before the sitting captain, fishing his
tremendous cock out of his trousers and stroking it as he watched the queen
bare her lovely body.  She'd seen his cock before, but this close, she
truly appreciated how phenomenal it was.  Her mother, on the other hand,
had never seen it, and gasped heatedly as she saw it, a massive curved
pillar of rigid cockmeat, rising out of a forest of dark curls, ridged with
veins, turning a dark red hue, and throbbing violently.
   "Garrett..." Amyndetta moaned.  Her naked body was as beautiful as a
woman's half her age.  She resembled Orulolia's loveliness greatly, but had
much larger boobs and wider curvier hips, as befit a woman who had borne
ten children.  Her skin was a cocoa brown, compared to Orulolia's slightly
lighter, rosier hue.  A rivulet of juice trickled down her inner thigh as
she licked her lip and groped one of her big tits lustily.  Her fat nipples
were hard as rocks, and she gyrated those luscious hips sensuously.  "Do
you find me...  desirable, Captain?" she purred.
   "I do," Garrett said, his voice a lusty growl.
   "Then tell me there is a bed on this vessel," the queen said, "or so
help me, I'll let you mount me upon this metal deck."
   The captain chuckled, and stood.  Orulolia whimpered in some
disappointment as that wonderful cock rose from her grasp, but she took the
opportunity to undress herself as well.  Garrett himself tossed off his
shirt as he pressed a button on the wall, and a wide bed unfolded from the
wall.  "I had Engineer Marco rep this shuttle to my specifications," he
smirked.  Then he grasped Amyndetta by her succulent hips, eliciting a hot
sigh from her, and bodily lifted her up.  Copping a generous feel of her
sensitive ass cheeks - prompting lewd guttural moans from the queen - he
set her down on the bed, and switched his hold to her ankles, pulling her
legs wide apart.
   Her pussy lips, plumpened with desire, were parted wetly to reveal the
pink treasures within, sticky and dripping.  "Oooohhhhhh," Amyndetta
purred. Orulolia began fingering herself and tweaking her nipples as she
watched; she couldn't believe how hot she was finding it that her captain
was going to fuck her mother right before fucking her!
   His manhood towered over the queen's torso, dripping hot pre onto her
belly, and she shivered erotically.  Still holding her ankles, Garrett
pulled his hips back to position his obese cockhead at the welcoming
entrance to the Haakti's love canal, then rammed inside with an animalistic
grunt of bliss.  Amyndetta shrieked in joy as she felt the man's massive
fucktool stretch her fucktunnel wide, penetrating into her
never-before-touched cunt.
   Garrett's bloated nuts were so huge that they dragged on the bedding,
despite him being on his knees, moving closer to Amyndetta's succulent ass
as he drove deeper inside her virgin twat.  "Ungh!" he groaned lustily. 
The queen gripped the sheets in her hands, tossing her head back and forth
in overwhelming delight.  The captain's magnificent dick was so incredibly
large and thick, that it bulged out her torso along its passage.  He was
already deep inside her, and it felt soooo goooooood, yet there was still
more of his pleasure stick, more and more of it sinking inside her in
powerful thrusts.
   Her boobs jiggled and flounced with passion.  "Yesssss," she babbled,
swept away by ecstasy, "give it to me, give me more, more, more!" Garrett
threw her a cocky grin, pulled his hips back slightly - Amyndetta whimpered
as he deprived her horny cocksleeve of a few inches of his majestic
fucktool - then slammed hard into her, burying himself to the hilt inside
her.
   The queen shrieked at the top of her lungs.  She practically gushed cunt
juice onto him, matting the pubic curls pressed against her clit, and
thrashed, an electrically powerful orgasm thundering through her with the
force of a perfect storm.  Her eyes rolled so far back into her head with
her bliss, that her irises could barely be seen, and her pussy tugged and
convulsed around his fat long member, the bulge of which finally ended
between her large boobs.
   Then Garrett began fucking her in earnest: pulling a few inches of his
phenomenal cock out of her stretched-wide pussy, only to ram back in, over
and over, thrusting powerfully, pistoning her furiously like an alpha in
rut.  The bed, despite being firmly bolted against the wall, began shaking
with the force of their fucking, as Amyndetta frantically hurled her body
back into his thrusts, screaming with the heights of her passion as she
crested wave after wave of wet juicy orgasm.
   Orulolia's pussy clenched and spasmed around her finger, the princess
creaming as she watched the intensely erotic sight, of her own beautiful
mother getting reamed by her lusty virile captain.  His face was screwed up
into an expression of utter ecstasy, utter power, utter animal strength, as
he utterly dominated the queen, rooting his cock balls-deep inside her
alien cunt again and again and again and again.  His muscles rippled
enticingly across his flesh as he pounded away, his cock deforming the
front of Amyndetta's torso with each piledriving thrust.
   Amyndetta was far gone, lost to the heavens of her bliss, as Garrett
finally burst, planting himself to the hilt once again inside her, and
squirting hot thick blasts of unimaginably potent jizz deep inside the
queen's core, seeding her womb with multiple half-breed babes.  The queen
shrieked anew, her already mind-shattering pleasure heightened tenfold with
the force of Garrett's spunk fountaining inside her from his convulsively
squirting cum pump.
   "Captain...  Garrett..." Orulolia moaned needily.  She was fingering
herself furiously, her femcum dripping down her fingers.  She looked for
all the world like a bitch in heat, her boobs - rounded and nicely sized
despite being smaller than her mother's - heaving with desirous need.  As
he finally finished spunking, Garrett pulled out of the blissed-out queen's
pussy, whose body twitched with ecstatic aftershocks as cum poured from her
thoroughly impregnated royal cunt, and Orulolia gazed upon that glistening
rod, coated in cum and her own mother's juices, with maddened lust.
   Her limbs weak from desire, she turned and got on her hands and knees on
the metal deck.  There was no time to move her mother aside and get on the
bed, she had to be fucked NOW.  Her soaked, inviting pussy left no doubt as
to what she wanted, and Garrett came over to her, caressing her plumply
rounded buttock, which elicited animal moaning from the princess.  She
wanted him to fuck her like an animal, she was so horny.
   "Ready for me, Princess?" he grinned at her.
   "Yessssss..." she hissed in pleasure.  "I'll always be your Princess,
Garrett."
   "I know," he said, and touched his engorged knob at the entrance to her
steaming cunt.  Orulolia yelped at the sharp pleasure of it, and thrust her
ass back at him, even as he thrust forward.  His immense turgescence split
her tight pussy walls open like a ripe fruit as he entered her welcoming
virgin twat, and the princess screamed aloud at the joy of it.  She was
being filled and stretched, beyond anything that she had ever imagined, and
it brought her mind-numbing euphoria.
   Garrett seized her hips then with his large strong hands, and Orulolia
growled with guttural delight at his touch.  He began pulling her into his
thrusts, sinking a little deeper into her slippery fuckhole with each
pounding slam.  The princess tried to cry out her enthusiasm, urging him
on, needing him balls-deep inside her, but her shrieks of delight were
incoherent babbling moans.
   With a final deep piledrive, Garrett hilted himself completely inside
her lush dripping canal, and Orulolia's mind blanked as orgasm overtook
her. Her body convulsed in his grip, and her limbs lost all strength; she
would have collapsed to the floor were it not for his indomitable hold of
her.  His pubic nest, mashed into her sensitive pussy lips, were soaked
anew, this time by the daughter's cream as the princess juiced wildly.
   Then just as he had done to the mother, he now did to the daughter,
fucking her hard and fast, almost brutally, over and over, her torso
deforming with the bulge of his cock as he pounded into her constantly
orgasming cunt.  Her body was flopping and convulsing, her senses having
completely abandoned her, held up only by his grip on her waist as he
pulled her body into his powerful thrusts.  Each slam of her delicious
alien ass into his muscular pelvis was a lewd wet squelch, and her pussy
was so soaking wet that it made obscene slurping noises as Garrett reamed
her.
   Her pussy clenched and clutched greedily on his pipe, milking him like a
fuckmachine made for the sole purpose of collecting his cum, and the
exquisitely hot, tight, wet sensations of her virginity clamped around him
in a warm velvet vise escalated the captain's pleasure as he kept pistoning
her.  Orulolia's tongue hung out, flinging strands of drool everywhere, her
eyes rolled back.  If her pussy was a fuckmachine made to collect Garrett's
cum, then he himself was a fuckmachine made to pound and pound and pound,
nonstop, bringing unending cascades of rapture to her as she screamed
herself hoarse.
   His obese ballsacks finally clenched, tightening and releasing over and
over, as his jizz shot up his cock, so thickly each wad bulged out his cock
further, to pump his load deep inside the princess's womb.  Orulolia
shrieked so high and loud that she lost her voice, and could only pant and
gasp soundless bliss as he planted her ass against his pelvis, squirting
load after load directly into her nubile, welcoming womb.
   His cum was so hot and thick that she could feel it gushing inside her,
sloshing around in her womb, and fertilizing egg after egg, soaking them in
his virile seed, fathering multiple halfbreed babes upon her.  Knowing that
she was being bred by her captain, whom she loved, notched up her pleasure
yet again, and a low breathy cry emanated from her hoarse voiceless throat,
feeling his cock jerking and throbbing and bulging and spurting inside her
slippery canal.
   Garrett's jizz-load was so huge and potent, gallons' worth of cum, that
it overflowed from Orulolia's pussy, spilling down his balls and her torso,
puddling on the metal deck.  When at last his cornucopial cumming ended,
the princess was flopped senselessly on the floor, twitching violently with
the strength of her ecstatic aftershocks.  Garrett smiled fondly at her,
cupping her ass possessively - and eliciting another low moan from her - as
he pulled out.
   Amyndetta had recovered, and was watching, her nipples hard as ever, her
pussy still leaking his cum but trickling new juices from seeing her
daughter deflowered.  Garrett sat on the bed beside her, his towering girth
slimy with cum and the juices of both mother and daughter, and said
commandingly, "Titfuck me, your majesties."
   "Come, Orulolia," the queen said, and the princess managed to rouse
herself enough to stumble over to them.  Taking position on either side of
the captain, they mashed their boobs around his immense girth, moaning with
the lewdly incestuous pleasure of their rock-hard nipples scraping into
each other.  Garrett groaned bestially, his ridged veiny cock throbbing
powerfully between their boobs and sending shivers of pleasure through the
two women at the sensation.  Precum bubbled up from his cumslit and flowed
freely down his shaft to coat the four boobs fucking him.
   As they massaged their generous boobs around his fucktool, Orulolia and
Amyndetta also began licking noisily on his shaft, cleaning it of his cum
and their mingled juices, replacing the fluids with their slobber, and
moaning at the taste of it all.  Garrett placed his hands on their heads,
fingers curling in their lush hair as he groaned and watched the two
beauties eagerly titfuck him.  His hands occasionally gripped their hair
spastically as waves of pleasure passed through him, and the two Haakti
purred at being so handled by such a man.
   Amyndetta swore she could hear his massive cantaloupe-sized balls
churning as they filled with yet more delicious cum, and she longed to milk
out of him, to be coated by it and marked as this alpha male's mate. 
Orulolia wished the same, trailing her tongue along a thick bulging vein
and relishing the grunts of pleasure she received in reward for her
efforts. Both their pussies quivered wetly, rivulets of girlcum snaking
down their inner thighs, even as the captain's leftover jizz plopped from
their cunts to the floor between their legs.
   Working their quadriceps, both girls moved up and down along Garrett's
immense cockshaft as they licked, massaging their gorgeous tits along his
length, until they were standing high enough that they could see each other
over his apple-sized cockhead.  Inspired by the same lust simultaneously,
they leaned towards each other and began making out, kissing incestuously
as they kneaded their boobs around the captain's massive cock.  Pleasure
guttered in Garrett's throat as he watched them, and Orulolia slipped her
tongue inside Amyndetta's mouth, who sucked it gently.
   His enormous dick was throbbing madly now, his cockhead turning nearly
purple, but the two women disengaged from other and began worshipping his
cockhead.  Amyndetta opened her mouth wide and slurped in his knob till her
cheeks were bulging, and Orulolia licked lavishly around the crown.  The
queen began slurping noisily, sucking vigorously, and Garrett's deep moans
reverberated tinglingly through their horny bodies.
   "Cum on us, Captain!" Orulolia begged.  "Mark us as your women, your
bitches in heat!" Amyndetta lifted her mouth off his cock to echo those
sentiments, her tongue dripping his thick syrupy precum, and the princess
took the opportunity to begin giving the captain head.  Her sweet cheeks
bulged out, his knob oozing precum right at the tight swallow of her
throat, and glugging audibly down her fuckpipe.
   "HNNNNGGGGHHH!" Garrett couldn't take it anymore, and his cock pulsed
madly, geysering up jizz directly into Orulolia's throat.  Her eyes crossed
with the pleasure, and she cummed hard, his spunk splashing out of her nose
and mouth.  Having only his huge knob in her mouth, she wasn't fully
anchored on his cock, and so the force of his incredible jizzing lifted her
head off, his fountain blasting her and Amyndetta both in the face.
   The queen leaned forward through the blasting jizz and found her
daughter's lips again, frenching her madly, cumming herself as the
captain's spunk shot straight up into their joined faces, slathering them
in hot raunchy delicious cockslop.  Over and over, Garrett's cum pump
spurted thick ropes of cum onto the kissing Haakti women, as they got off
just from feeling his cock cum between their tits, and from being jizzed
on. When he had finally unloaded completely, their entire heads and hair
were gunked up in his cum, and dripped down from their chins so copiously
as to coat their entire tits in a healthy slathering of his cock cream.
   "Did we do well, master?" Orulolia tittered at him, gasping as she came
down from her own high.  She blinked cum out of her eyes as she looked up
at him.
   Garrett chuckled.  "You little sluts!  I'm not done with you yet." And
neither they with him, for he took each one's ass after that, driving them
wild with ecstasy as he unloaded his balls deep inside their horny puckered
fuckholes.  Multiple times he fucked the newly deflowered women, sating
both his and their passions over and over, in their asses, throats, and
pussies, till cum coated the bed and floor in thick sticky puddles...
   Later, Captain Garrett, Princess Orulolia, and Queen Amyndetta all
strode onto the bridge of the Triumph.  Although they were all cleaned up,
the two Haakti women were still flushed from pleasure.  Harcrow however
wasn't winded, looking for all the world as if he had not just thoroughly
bred two lusty nubile women.
   The bridge cheered their arrival, including the queen's handmaidens, who
had arrived well before the royalty.  "May I offer my ship as an escort
home for you and your handmaidens, your majesty?" Harcrow offered gallantly
to Amyndetta, a knowing twinkle in his eye.
   The queen laughed, and accepted gladly.  She cast a knowing glance
across her all-female bodyguards however, who were eyeing Harcrow with no
small amount of lust.  "Looks like our children will have plenty more
siblings," she murmured to Orulolia.  Her youngest daughter - though not to
be her youngest daughter for much longer - laughed, but a slight worry
creased her mother's face.  "I wonder what this will mean for the throne of
Haaktos Prime."
   Orulolia furrowed her brow.  "What do you mean?  More children won't
change anything, T'luri is still the eldest."
   Amyndetta shook her head.  "Your father is a traitor.  No child he sired
can inherit the throne now.  The crown princess is now in my womb."
Orulolia's eyes widened in shock as she realized the implications.  "But...
will the Haakti accept a halfbreed heir?" The queen bit her lip.
   Orulolia chuckled though, for she knew the answer to that.  "If the
halfbreed heir is Captain Harcrow's, then yes.  The Xionyai rebels
notwithstanding, you know how much our people revere him.  My child will
also be there to protect the new heir, if needed." She cast a knowing
glance herself at her mother's bodyguards.  "As will theirs."
   Amyndetta tittered.  "I suspect, if any Haakti objects, half of them
will relent - the female half, just as soon as the captain fucks them into
drooling puddles of ecstasy."
   Ensign Tatiana Morgan, admiring the beauty of the queen's handmaidens
and envying their grace and beauty, noticed the queen and her daughter
giggling like a pair of schoolgirls, and wondered what they could be
conversing about.
   Captain Garrett Harcrow, however, had excellent hearing, and merely
smiled.
   **********
   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.
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