I woke up to the sound of the warm summer morning’s wind
in the lavender bushes outside my window. I could smell
the sweet smell of the pale blossoms filling the room.
Stretching luxuriously, I yawned and looked down at me
sleeping lover. Shanna’s mouth was still wrapped around
my semi-limp cock, as it was every morning. I looked up
at the red LED of my alarm clock. 8:45. Damn. Who was
the guy who invented work anyway?
“Shanna! Wake up! We’ve got to get down to the base for
the briefing!” I shook her shoulders gently.
Her eyes slowly drew back revealing a third semi-
transparent eyelid beneath the outer two. To a stranger,
this was the first indication that Shanna, an incredibly
beautiful blonde girl, wasn’t entirely human. I’ve seen
her use it for effect. To someone who’s not expecting
it, it can be quite shocking. The third eyelids drew
back as she woke fully. “Breakfast?” she asked, smiling
up at me.
“Sorry, love. I’m all tapped out. You were hungry last
night.” Her smile turned into a little pout and she made
her best puppy eyes at me. “Really, Shanna,” I told her.
“It’s almost seven o’clock and we have to be at the
briefing at 0930. You don’t want to keep His Royal
Highness waiting, do you?”
Shanna mumbled something that I think meant “OK” around
my cock, but then just to pay me back she sucked hard
and strong for a couple of seconds, bringing me to full
erection. When my cock was standing at attention, she
stopped and jumped out of bed. “Last one in the shower’s
a rotten egg!” she shouted and ran into the bathroom.
I followed more slowly, hoping for a cold shower to ease
the ache of the onset of “blue balls.” A few soapy
splashy fun minutes later and Shanna and I were clean,
shaven (my face, and various other parts of her body),
and in uniform.
Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Special Inspector
Steve Carlson, Scotland Yard. Technically, I’m not
really allowed to be an inspector in the ‘Yard because
I’m an American citizen. It’s a honorary title, but it
comes with a hefty salary and a luxury flat near the
base in Shropshire. Plus I get to wear a nifty uniform
(the British always had more style than we did) and get
saluted by the soldiers at the base.
Hey, what can I say, when I was a kid, I liked to play
Army and now I get to do it for real. Let me have a
little fun, okay?
I got that “Special Inspector” title, and a fancier one
that came from the Queen herself, from a little
adventure I had a few months ago. I really didn’t do
anything special- just get kidnapped by a sperm hungry
alien bitch who did her best to suck me dry while Shanna
stole her spaceship.
The alien bitch’s name was Kiarra. Her current home was
a little cell deep underground in a very-high-security
building on the Shropshire base. Shanna and I managed to
sedate her long enough to lock her in a room in her own
spaceship and fly it back to Earth, and now the British
military was doing its best to learn how it worked.
The reason this was so important is that the aliens, who
called themselves “the Fae” were stealing male human
babies and raising them to be sperm slaves These half-
idiots’ only purpose was to produce semen for
consumption by the Fae who used it to stay young. The
life force in sperm was so concentrated that the Fae
could absorb it and keep themselves alive for hundreds
of years.
Kiarra had been preying on human’s for over 200 years,
and other Fae had been doing the same for thousands.
They were as strong as five human men and had long
razor-sharp nails that could shred steel. I had seen one
slash a man’s face almost casually, causing the flesh to
fall from it in strips.
Shanna was a Fae too, but she was also part human. One
fourth to be exact. She was a hybrid experiment, the
only one to survive a failed plan Kiarra thought would
help future Fae blend in with Earth society more easily.
Scotland Yard found Kiarra as a baby and carefully
raised her with a strong loyalty to her human ancestry,
as well as a sense of right and wrong (something
curiously lacking in most Fae).
At the age of 17, they set her loose to find the other
Fae which turned out to be much easier than was thought
due to a Fae “homing instinct.” She spent a couple of
years with Kiarra, gathering male human babies and
preparing to take them to the Fae home world. She gained
the trust of Kiarra and the other Fae aboard, Vanya.
Vanya was Shanna’s egg mother. All Fae were female, with
each member of the reproductive pair providing a single
egg which merge together to combine DNA and then
separate to create identical twins.
During gestation, the twins fight each other for scarce
resources (living room, blood supply, etc.) and
invariably the stronger twin kills and consumes the
weaker. So all Fae are technically “sisters,” and each
is one of Nature’s wickedest natural born killers.
Luckily for me, the human part of Shanna was kind and
compassionate enough to subdue her capricious Fae
nature. It was there, though and not too deep below the
surface. I knew better than to deny her something she
really wanted. As we stepped outside of our flat, we
were met by our driver.
We stepped into the limo and availed ourselves of the
continental breakfast and coffee laid out for us. The
ride to the base took about 50 minutes, longer if there
was any traffic. We usually passed the time admiring the
lush green hills and winding country roads with the
little whitewashed milestones marking the way. This
morning, however, Shanna had other ideas.
“Breakfast?” she asked.
“Shanna, you just had breakfast.”
“Breakfast?”
“Honey, do you ever want anything else?” I sighed. Life
with Shanna meant love, fun, and excitement. It also
meant getting your cock sucked day and night. “All
right, breakfast. Come here and don’t take too long.
We’re almost halfway there.”
Shanna’s lips parted and a long moan escaped them. Her
eyes were glued to the zipper of my uniform pants and
the pupils were widening like a cat’s when it has its
prey in sight. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants
to the floor. Shanna crawled over and rested her head in
my now naked lap. Her cheek was nestled against my semi-
erect cock and I could feel her breath on it. She
stroked it lightly with one hand, cupping my balls in
the other.
Starting slowly, she licked the shaft from the base to
the tip and back down again, pausing to swirl one ball
and then the other with her tongue. Again and again,
licked the same route until my cock was hard and
throbbing. Then she stopped and looked up at me. “You
know. I guess I’m not as hungry as I thought. I think
I’ll skip breakfast today.” She sat back up and looked
out the window.
I was in agony! Moments before, my cock had been getting
a wonderful little morning bath and now it was cold and
wet. My balls were starting to ache with the need for
release. Shanna looked at me and giggled. “Look at you!
You look like a sad little puppy dog with those eyes.
Awl, aren’t you so cute. I’ve just got to pinch those
cheeks” She hopped over and game me a quick peck on the
cheek.
She knew what she was doing to me, and she thought it
was hilarious. I knew she wouldn’t keep me hanging (or
pointing) for long. A couple of quick pecks turned into
a hot deep kiss. I think our tongues detached themselves
and took tours of each other’s mouth. My head began to
whirl and I my stomach was doing flip-flops. Shanna was
one hell of a kisser!
But kissing was not her real purpose. She pulled back
and said, “Breakfast?”
I laughed. “Okay, okay, go ahead… please!”
Shanna’s head descended, and her mouth expertly captured
my cock. In less than a second, I was fully engulfed.
Embedded in her throat, I arched my back and thrust
forward my hips in a vain attempt to penetrate her
further. Her teeth were pressed against my pubic bone. I
could go no deeper. Shanna held me deep like that for a
full three minutes. The heat and moist slickness of her
throat were magical.
She swallowed every few seconds, compressing my cock
with her strong muscles. Finally, I tried to pull back,
but she wouldn’t let my cock escape. Keeping me as deep
as possible, she continued her swallowing and milking
motions with her throat.
I was thrashing back and forth, but she still kept my
cock firmly lodged in her throat. I was on the edge of
cumming and I wanted to spurt my hot cum into her
stomach! Shanna knew it, and swallowed harder. Finally,
with a strangled cry I came. Semen flooded out of my
cock in five thick globs. I could feel her throat
milking every spurt from me without letting me withdraw
even a centimeter.
My orgasm went on and on, but eventually I was sated.
Still, Shanna didn’t give my cock back. She kept up her
swallowing motion for a few minutes, and then pulled off
my nearly flaccid member to gratefully lick it clean.
“That was nice, Shanna. Just don’t tell any of your
friends I came after only one stroke. They might think I
had a hair trigger!”
It was always something new with Shanna. I didn’t think
oral sex could have such variety, but each time you get
your cock sucked and your girl tries something new,
chances are Shanna already knows about it and has
performed it on my cock many times. She should give
lessons. I think Shanna’s mouth could be used to achieve
world peace. With her under the negotiation table, no
world leader could be anything but smiling and happy!
Chapter Two
I looked down at my watch. Twenty minutes had passed
while Shanna had had her little breakfast treat. Before
long we were turning into the base. We took a couple of
minutes to get signed in through the gate. The two
guardsmen there snapped us a quick salute and we
continued until our car came to a long fenced-in area.
Another more heavily guarded gate was labeled “Compound
W” which I always laughed at because in America there’s
a wart cure with the same name. Security here was
tighter. We were asked to get out of the car (which was
searched thoroughly) and various machines took our
fingerprints, retinal scans, height, and even weight.
Finally a corporal escorted through the gate and into
the main administration building.
“Good morning, Inspector, Special Inspector!” The hearty
greeting came from down the hall. A tall young Army
Captain came striding towards us. His eyes were blue,
and his hair was a wispy blonde that had already begun
some serious thinning. He had the pink skin and pushed
up nose that identified the British all over the world.
As he approached, he extended his hand. I grasped it
firmly while Shanna melted herself onto the rest of his
body.
“Harry!” She murmured into his neck. I knew better than
to be jealous. He had been her first love, such as it
was. His platoon had been detailed to supply Shanna with
sperm while she had grown up. While the Fae do not
strictly require human semen to survive, so little had
been known about them when she was first captured that
it was thought best to provide as much semen as
possible.
Shanna had learned all of her quite remarkable fellatio
skills from practicing on Harry. For that reason alone,
I should have the highest admiration for him. “Harry,
it’s been so long. I’m so happy to see you” she said,
breaking away to kiss him.
“Good to see you too, Shanna. Steven, I’m glad you
stayed on. We need you here more than ever.” He smiled
at us both and then led us down the hall to an open
door. “Come on into my office if you like. We’ve a few
minutes before the briefing, and there’s a piping hot
urn of tea on my credenza. There- I’ve meant to say the
word ‘credenza’ all morning and I’ve finally had the
chance! Come along now.”
We followed Harry to his office. Like every Captain’s
office in the world, it was small. Commendations and
awards hung on every wall. Harry wasn’t one to talk, but
he had had quite a career. His platoon had been pinned
down during the Falklands war and he had rushed the
enemy foxhole by himself, getting hit twice. Despite his
wounds, he lobbed a grenade right into them, wiping them
out. Then he refused medical treatment until the other
soldiers in his platoon had been medevac’d away. Quite a
dashing young lieutenant, he had more than enough
attention from the ladies.
Looking away from the walls, I saw that Shanna’s gaze
had focused itself on Harry’s bulging crotch. “Harry,
we’re all friends here.” I said. “I think Shanna wasn’t
satisfied with just a little kiss for a greeting. Why
don’t you let her say hello properly?” Harry grinned and
flushed red all at the same time.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint my favorite girl,
now would I?” He said, cocking his head to one side.
“How about it, Shanna? Is there something I can do for
you?” She didn’t even bother to reply. In one of her
characteristic Fae moves, she leapt across the room
almost faster than the eye could follow.
Less than five seconds later, Harry’s pants were at his
knees, and his already erect cock was standing at
attention. How appropriate for a military man. I laughed
to myself as I thought of her-there would be nothing
she’d like better than a “seven gun salute!” I’d have to
arrange it someday. Maybe Harry had a few soldiers in
his command who would like to help out.
While I was thinking about Shanna and a squad or so of
strapping young soldiers, Shanna had started her
inspection of Harry. Her tongue darted around the head
and shaft of his hard cock while her hands gently
massaged his balls. Then she switched off- tongue to
balls and hand jacking him off. She reversed this a few
times while looking over at me. She knew I was watching
and she knew it would turn me on. My cock gave an
involuntary lurch inside my pants.
I knew what she was thinking: she could get me so horny
that she’d get another dose of hot semen before the
briefing. Then, returning full attention to Harry, she
captured the head of his cock in her mouth and began the
long slow descent.
It seemed to take forever, but soon her nose was nestled
in his pubic hair and her teeth were pressed hard
against his pubic bone. She had taken every possible
millimeter of his cock into her throat. I knew she could
bring him off without even moving. Her throat muscles
were that strong. Hell, all her muscles were incredibly
strong, but she’d really developed the one’s associated
with sucking cock.
Like lightning, her head pulled back off and then jammed
itself fully down upon his member again. Again and again
she sucked the entire length from tip to base, moving
quickly on the outstroke and slowly on the instroke. I
could see her throat pulsate and grip tightly as she
moved her head downward, making every penetration feel
as though Harry were fucking a virgin throat.
I was starting to feel quite uncomfortable. The pup tent
I was forming in my uniform pants was remarkable. I
guess all the military regalia in Harry’s office was
making my little soldier want to stand at attention too-
or maybe it was seeing Shanna’s unequaled cocksucking
skills being exercised on another man. Either way, I had
to do something. I took my own cock out and began
stroking it furiously. I was surprised to find that I
was already close to cumming. I slowed my hand’s pace
and maintained myself at the edge of orgasm.
By the looks of him, Harry was already over the edge.
His face was flushed, and his breathing was labored.
Shanna looked up and they locked eyes in a passionate
gaze. Harry grunted, and I could see Shanna’s throat
convulse. Time after time, Harry’s hips thrust upward as
he attempted to spurt his cum as deeply as possible into
her throat. A thin line of escaped semen circled
Shanna’s mouth, dribbling down into Harry’s pubic hair.
After a minute or two, Harry stopped Shanna, caressing
her.
My cock was ready to burst. “Ah, Shanna. If you have a
free moment, I have a problem you might help me with.”
Without a word, she was kneeling at my feet. I took my
hand away from my cock and guided her head down. It only
took a moment and I was spurting my morning’s second
load of cum down her throat.
It wasn’t as much as before, but then I hadn’t had much
time to manufacture semen. Regardless, Shanna treated it
like it was a seven course meal. She slurped and smacked
her lips and swallowed each spurt individually as it
shout out of my cock. Then she rushed over to Harry.
“Harry, I almost forgot!” She bent down and took his
cock in her hand. Squeezing it from the base, she
exposed one last lonely glob of semen. She licked this
glob away with her tongue and then swallowed it down.
Then she came back to me. “And now it’s your turn.”
Again, she squeezed the very last drop of cum from my
cock. Shanna prides herself on her cleanliness. It’s
virtually impossible to tell from looking at a man’s
cock that Shanna had just sucked it. Well, impossible
unless you observe that the cock is limp as an eel and
couldn’t get up if it wanted to.
“That was heavenly,” Shanna said, “thank you both. You
both tasted wonderful. Harry, you should stay away from
the Indian food, though. I could taste curry in your
cum, and you’ve been eating too much fatty food.”
Harry laughed as we both struggled to recloth ourselves.
“Shanna, I think you’ve just discovered a new branch of
medicine- diagnosis through though the taste of semen.”
“I think I’ll open a practice. How about it Steven? Want
to be my first patient?”
“Yes, Doctor MacGleash. I’d like an appointment Tuesday.
Do you think you can fit me in?”
We all laughed at the double pun, and then a soft knock
came at the door. “Captain Thornhill Sir? His Royal
Highness’s car has entered the main gates. The briefing
is about to start.”
Chapter Three
“Shall we go in, then?” Harry asked. “I doubt they’ll
make him stand inspection at the compound entrance,
don’t you think?” We left Harry’s office, went down the
hall and through door and took seats in the briefing
room.
After exchanging a few greetings with other members of
the research and security staff who also were attending
the meeting, a voice announced “His Royal Highness, the
Prince of Wales!” Along with everyone else in the room,
I rose to my feet and snapped to attention.
I watched him enter, and almost lost it when I started
wondering to myself what the lift to drag ratio was on
his ears. Did they slow him down when he went jogging?
Maybe they’re the reason he keeps falling off his polo
horses! I forced the smirk off my face and stifled the
laughter before it came close to getting out.
“As you were. Thank you everyone,” said the future
monarch quietly. We all relaxed. The royal party was
escorted to their seats and the briefing began.
“Welcome to Compound W, Your Highness,” General Hart,
the base commander, began. “The purpose of this briefing
today is to inform the Crown of developments relating to
the alien craft from the Fae home world. To begin,
Captain Sir Harold Thornhill will bring us up to date on
the reverse-engineering efforts Harry?”
Harry stood up and cleared his throat. “Good morning,
Your Highness, Staff. We have completed analysis of the
control systems and are 90% certain we know how it
works, although with Fae technology there are always
surprises. Propulsion is about a third of the way
through dismantling the forward engines, but the process
is slowed by our need to understand the physics of it
all.
“We have measurements of every moving part extracted so
far, precise to more than one millionth of a meter.
Spectral analysis of each part has also provided much
information. If anything, we have too much information.
We’ve had difficulty sorting out which physical
properties of the engine components are important and
which are not. Out best estimate for an answer is
sometime between one and two years.”
Harry continued “The good news is that we don’t
necessarily have to understand the technology to
replicate or use it. Most people use computers every
day, but I doubt that more than a few understand how
they work. We have copies of each and every part, so
detailed that our biggest problem is telling the
original from the copy.
“If we keep the current pace, we could have a working
engine online in three months. If the replication
approach works, theoretically we could make engines as
quickly as we make toys in a factory. Expensive toys,
however,” Harry smiled. “That completes my portion of
the briefing. I’ll return the floor to General Hart.”
“Thank you, Harry.” General Hart pulled down a star
chart. “Astronomy has completed analysis of the
observations taken by Inspector MacGleash. We’ve
isolated the origin of the Fae home world to one of five
star systems in a cluster approximately 45 light-years
from our sun. If Her Majesty approves an offensive
against the home world, we’ll have to have an
astrogational team in the fleet to further identify the
correct solar system. As head of operations and
strategy, I’ve had my staff running through scenarios
for the last three months.
“Tactical and Training commanders have evaluated several
of them and we’re in the process of separating the wheat
from the chaff. One thing we’re relying on is Inspectors
Carlson and MacGleash’s evaluation of the Fae’s society
and war footing.
“I’ve saved their portion of the briefing for the end.
You Highness, may I introduce Sir Steven Carlson and
Dame Shanna MacGleash of Scotland Yard. The inspectors
are the real reason we’re here today. If they hadn’t
been able to capture and return the alien craft to
Earth, we’d all be able to tell our wives what we do for
a living!”
There was some scattered laughter and then an
embarrassed silence as everyone remembered His
Highness’s somewhat tricky marital status. Face
reddening, the general muttered “Steven, Shanna?”
I stood up and took the podium. “Thank you, General.
Last but not least, I hope.” I turned toward the Prince.
“Good morning, Your Highness. I would like to take this
opportunity to thank you personally for the hospitality
I’ve received in your country. I’ve seldom felt more
welcome.” He smiled and assured me that they considered
me to have an honorary citizenship along with my
honorary title and honorary inspector’s job.
Hey, coming from an almost monarch, doesn’t that have
the weight of law? I hoped I didn’t have to pay taxes in
both countries!
“Well, we’ve catalogued and analyzed over three thousand
artifacts as well as hundreds of hours of video and
audio recordings we have taken from the ship. Our
objective has been to determine what defenses, if any,
the Fae home world might have and if they have the
offensive capability to attack Earth.
“The greatest aid to our investigation came from a
series of historical instruction tapes. These outlined
almost 20,000 years of Fae development from primitive
wars to current technological advances. Surprisingly,
the Fae have few warlike tendencies at this stage in
their social development. If our data is correct, their
society is matriarchal and mercantile.
“Territory consists of trade concerns, and often small
isolated scuffles break out between opposing combines,
but there is no centralized defense or provision for
assembling one. It seems that the enslavement of human
males is less a bellicose act than a financial one.”
“That’s the good news, Your Highness. The bad news is
that the trade combines are armed to the teeth. Each
combine controls several hundreds of spacecraft similar
in exterior design to the one we have here, and there
are at least fifty trade combines mentioned in the audio
and video recordings we found. But there’s a silver
lining to this cloud: The Fae fight on a ‘heroic
encounter’ level.
“Although each spacecraft is heavily armed, we could
find no references to actual battles between spacecraft.
What is common are unarmed fights between captains and
crew of rival craft, with the victors claiming the
fallen opponents’ goods, ships, and trade routes. In
fact the Fae glorify personal combat and look upon group
combat with disdain, considering it uncivilized.
“The weaponry seems to be, although fully functional,
ornamental in nature and used mostly to enhance each
captain’s status. An attack en force would have the
advantage of surprise, and would probably keep that
advantage as rival trade combines have little
communication between them. However, I’m not really a
strategist, and I’ll leave things of that nature to
General Hart,” I stepped aside to let Shanna speak.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” Shanna began, “I agree
with Sir Steven. My sister Fae have little defensive
capability. What they do have, and I beg you all to
consider this, is a vast and rich culture with as much
development in the arts and ‘humanities’ as any Earth
has ever developed. Their love of home and music is akin
to the Irish’s. Their achievements in the decorative
arts rivals that of China and France.
“Their grace and social skills are as refined as any
English gentlewoman’s. I know it is tempting to think of
them as less than human or just as a threat that must be
neutralized. But I hope that you can show them at least
some mercy. The Fae are vicious and self-centered, but
we don’t have to be that way. I hope that I can be
considered proof of that. Thank you.” I thanked His
Majesty again and we both took our seats again.
He stood up out of his chair and turned to address
everyone in the briefing room. “Thank you all for coming
and for this vital information. Inspector MacGleash,
thank you especially for reminding us that justice must
be tempered with mercy. You have my word that we will do
everything within our power to preserve the Fae culture
and people. Our aim is not to destroy them. We simply
wish to stop their hideous practice of stealing human
babies and enslaving them for the purposes of err, um,
well for despicable purposes.
“We are sure that we have much to learn from the Fae,
and not just in terms of technology. Any race that has
survived as long as they have must have learned much
about the nature of the universe. If we can adapt their
technology, perhaps we can join them in peaceful trade
and commerce. This could have a stunning effect on our
Kingdom’s and the world’s economies. We hope that your
help and sacrifices will allow us to achieve that goal.
Again, thank you all.”
The meeting broke up into small groups. Harry, Shanna,
and I walked over to a buffet table where some light
refreshments were arrayed. “That went off quite
smashingly!” Harry exclaimed “You two were a hit- I
really think His Highness was very taken with you,
Shanna.” He winked at her in that oh-so-British way. You
know- when they can’t quite keep the other eye open or
their mouth closed. It’s got to be an English trait.
“You know, if it weren’t for those ears, I think he’d be
a very attractive man” she said, almost to herself. Her
gaze was fixed on the prince. “I wonder- is every ruler,
really twelve inches long?” I looked at her, shocked.
“Shanna!” I gasped. And then at the mental image of her
kneeling before him, measuring tape in hand, marking off
the inches as his huge ears grew bright red, I burst out
laughing. I couldn’t help myself, and when I whispered
the reason for my mirth in their ears, they started
laughing too.
“Captain, Inspectors, may I join in the joke?” I turned
around to see His Highness behind my left shoulder.
Harry snapped to attention. “Our apologies, Your
Highness, you’d have to have been there or it wouldn’t
seem funny.”
“Right. Well, the General has told me that you might be
available to give me a tour of the Fae ship. Do you have
some time this morning?”
“Of course, Sir. The inspectors and I would be more than
happy to show you around. Harry, Shana? Are you expected
anywhere?”
Both of us quickly told him that we would be honored to
act as tour guides. The Prince told his staff where he
would be, and Harry led us out of the briefing room. At
the far end of the building, there was a concrete
staircase down. We descended and were cleared through a
third checkpoint and into a large tunnel. We boarded a
little electric cart and Harry drove us for about a
third of a mile to two massive hanger doors. Yet another
checkpoint, and we were through.
As always, the bulk of the ship caught me off guard. It
was the size of twenty Graf Zeppelins. Perspective
seemed to be twisted near it. The eye just couldn’t
conceive of an object that large, so the mind assumed it
was very close. That made the people swarming around it
look like they were tiny by comparison.
For a second, it was as if there were a blimp surrounded
by tiny homunculi. Then other distance cues fed
themselves into my brain and I saw it for what it was: a
ship close to a mile and a half long and half that wide,
shaped almost like a shark’s body, its fins supporting
the rest.
“Astounding.” His Highness’s voice was filled with awe.
“I’d seen the pictures, but nothing could prepare one
for the reality. Truly amazing.”
“Wait until we get inside, Your Highness.” Harry said.
“It’s big enough to hold a bloody Airbus 300.”
Our electric cart whizzed along for a few more minutes
until we were near one of the ventral fins. “Last stop.
Everybody off.”
We entered through the hatch in the fin and took a lift
to the main body of the ship. We showed him one of the
control rooms (there were five), the slave quarters, and
the production floor. It still smelled of stale sweat
and semen. Here, thousands of semi-human slaves had
jerked off twenty to thirty times a day, spurting cum
into porcelain troughs to be collected and preserved for
sale and consumption on the Fae home world.
The vat room below held thousands of gallons of pure
human semen in stasis. Nobody was quite sure what to do
with it, although Shanna was allowed to eat as much as
she liked. The Fae food preservation system seemed to
suspend time within the vats, keeping the semen as fresh
as the second it spurted from the slaves’ cocks. Even
the warmth was maintained.
Harry’s beeper pinged softly. “Excuse me your Highness.
I’ve got to find a phone.” Harry stepped over to the vat
room’s control panel and picked up a communication disk
(these were used by the Fae throughout the ship and
could speak to any location or person aboard).
“Thornhill here. Really? Well that’s wonderful news.
Yes, he’s here with me. We’ll be right down.”
Harry returned over to us. He apologized, “I’m
dreadfully sorry, Your Highness. Sir Steven and I must
request to be excused. The engineering team found what
looks to be an operation and repair manual for the
ship’s engines. I don’t read Fae, so Sir Steven’s help
is needed. I’m sure Shanna can complete your tour far
better than either of us could. Right Shanna?” She
nodded.
“Very good then.” He replied. “Thank you again for your
help, Captain, Inspector.” Harry led the way as we
exited the vat room. Once in the main ship’s corridor,
we took a left.
“Harry,” I said, “The engine room’s the other way. If we
go this way, we’ll only come to the living quarters.”
“I know.” He replied, “Remember how you showed me that
video screen thing that could show any portion of the
ship? We’re headed to the Captain’s quarters to use it.”
He picked up the pace. “Hurry, or Shanna and the Prince
could catch up to us.”
I trotted along behind him, wondering what he had
planned. Harry had a mischievous streak to him. He had
been the first person to greet Shanna and I after we had
returned the ship to Earth, and when we met him at the
ship’s exit, he asked us for our passports. Since then,
I had been the object of several of his practical jokes.
He was never malicious, though, and the victim of his
pranks usually laughed as hard as he did.
We entered the cabin that used to belong to Kiarra, the
former captain of the ship. Here, I had spent an entire
24-hour period getting my cock sucked by her. It was
agony and ecstasy combined. Now, she was in an ultra-max
security cell somewhere in the compound. Harry went
around to the rear of her desk and punched a few
buttons. The window faded from an exterior view of the
ship to a nearby corridor. Shanna and the Prince of
Wales were coming toward the viewpoint, and then they
passed through it. Harry panned the screen around, and
we watched as they entered a doorway.
“Hey!” I exclaimed. “That’s Shanna’s old quarters.”
“Shh. Watch what happens next.” Harry moved the
viewpoint forward and then through the closed door.
Inside, we saw something amazing: Shanna had removed her
uniform top and t-shirt. Her braless breasts floated
right in the center of the screen, defying gravity. The
nipples were tight and conical, and placed high on the
center of each breast. Hers were without a doubt the
most incredibly beautiful breasts I had ever seen or
would be likely to ever see.
“As I admired them, she let down her long blonde hair
from the military-style bun she used for work. Golden
strands almost concealed her breasts, but left just
enough nipple and firm flesh exposed to keep my eyes
glued to the screen. His Majesty was having a little
trouble concentrating. Glancing at him, I could see him
nervously loosen his collar, his neck and ears
(especially his ears) glowing a hot red color. Shanna
kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants. Her
pubic area was devoid of hair due to the use of a Fae
chemical depilatory agent.
“Um, ah, Inspector MacGleash. I’m not sure what you
intend to do. Please. If this is some plot, consider
what you’re risking. We have an entire military base out
there. You’ll never get awrummgpgh- ahhhh.” The last bit
of his words were garbled. Probably because he was
rendered speechless by the sensation of Shanna pulling
open his zipper, yanking out his cock, and engulfing it
deep in her throat. She held her head as far down as
possible, keeping his cock at maximum depth. I had seen
her do this for hours, a Fae trick which was made
possible by their ability to breath while deep-
throating. No human woman I ever met was able to do
this. His Majesty seemed to gather a little composure.
He spoke “Oh, that is wonderful. You had me worried
there for a moment, Inspector. Please continue.”
Shanna looked up at him and started sucking slowly. Her
trademark was her care for the man whose cock she was
eating. Most Fae thought of only one thing: get the cum
out and eat it. Shanna had the same eventual goal, but
she realized that she could create unparalleled pleasure
for the man while doing it. Her slow rhythmic strokes
were obviously working on him. The flush spread from his
ears into his face, and his royal eyes were rolling back
in their royal sockets.
Shanna alternated techniques. First she used long full
strokes that started with her lips barely holding the
tip of his cock and ended with it embedded fully in her
throat. Then, she bounced her head up and down with his
cock still deep within, using short quick strokes.
Finally, she held him deeply and squeezed his cock with
her incredibly strong throat muscles. From my
experiences, I knew that this last was the most powerful
oral experience a man could ever have. I have cum many
times from her stimulating me only in this way. The
Prince was clearly getting close.
“Ohh, yessss Inspector. Yessss.” His head fell back and
he gave himself fully to the pleasure. I could tell that
Shanna was keeping him on the edge. No man came in
Shanna’s mouth or throat until she let him. She could
keep a man just this side of orgasm for as long as she
wanted. Clamping her lips tightly around the base of his
cock and squeezing the head just so with her throat took
the Prince away from the edge and let him enjoy her
sucking for a little longer. Harry and I watched her
bring him to the brink of shooting his cum and then back
down at least five times. “How do you do it?” he asked
her, “I’ve never lasted this long- ever.
“Please- let me finish. It feeeels sooo gooood. Ahhhh!
Ungh! Oh, yes. Yes! Swallow it all. Swallow every drop
of it. Eat my cum. Suck it out.” Shanna’s throat was
pulsating as his royal seed spurted from the crown
jewels. She drank every drop, as commanded. When he had
finished, she pulled off him and squeezed the royal
scepter from the base to reveal another glistening
dollop of cream. She licked it from his cock head and
swallowed it down. Then she used her tongue to lick his
cock clean. This was the first time I had gotten a good
look at it.
“Well, suffice it to say that not all rulers were twelve
inches long. I’d say His Highness was a good five inches
short of the mark but well above average length in spite
of that.” When his cock was completely clean (believe
me, if there’s even one single sperm on a cock Shanna
just sucked, she’ll find it and slurp it down), Shanna
just rested her head in the Prince’s lap, sucking gently
with all but about an inch of it down her throat. Harry
and I turned off the view screen and hurried out of the
room to wait for them at the exit of the ship.