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  A Taste For Death Queens

  Tara Loughead

  Copyright 2010 Tara Loughead

  A Bulays and Ghaavn Adventure

  The Karshi Imperative Part 4

  For Bill Willingham and Vickie Shan

  "Ghaavn, who do you trust?" Lady Gerald asked. "Beyond those in this room, that is. We need more."

  "Also, handsome, they have to be able to handle the heat." Emar put in.

  "Heat?" Ghaavn asked.

  "Sex and death, sweet thing. Fighters and lovers." Emar explained succinctly.

  "Maybe we'll leave the newlyweds out of it then," Ghaavn suggested.

  "Yes, that would be best," said Emar. "They have a role to play, but not in this warrior band.""

  Bulays thought for a moment. "Buck. Bulayd. Pira." She cogitated for a few more seconds. "Oh, and the Omega Twins would probably pay to be in."

  "Can we trust them, Gerald?" Ghaavn, concerned.

  She nodded. "For this, yes, definitely. Emar scares the living daylights out of them, but this trip? They would mow lawns with scissors for a month."

  "Besides," said Emar. "They know I'll crush their sweet young throats with my bare hands otherwise," she declared, unabashed.

  "Rhogan, Rema, Dargolm, Dahminike." Ghaavn listed.

  "Crime families?"

  "Yes, Lady G," Bulays supported his choices. "Good at both secrets and staying out of the limelight. Long-put off weddings aside, that is. And if you held interplanetary competitions for sexual confidence, Dargolm and Dahminike would definitely be on the team. Also, they owe us."

  "Hannah Kang." Ghaavn said.

  "For a moment there I thought this wasn't the who wants to sleep with Ghaavn list."

  "Bulays..." he said. "Moon vanished illusionist reprobate thieves are ok, but you balk at a calm, responsible vampire queen, is that it?" Ghaavn's tone approached slight annoyance. Which spoke volumes.

  Bulays subsided, but Hannah Kang made her protective hackles rise as far as Ghaavn was concerned. She knew she was being hypocritical, especially given her involvement with the far more dangerous Emar, but it was how she felt.

  "Everyone agreed?" Lady Gerald asked. With no dissent voiced, she dismissed them. "Bulays, Ghaavn, go. Use what you need. Buck is waiting for you with the Northhound, so that is one down, already. She is at your disposal, completely."

  Emar smirked as she watched them leave. She turned to Gerald. "You are coming too, my dear." She clinched with the Council member, and they faded out in a verdant shimmer.

  *****

  The duo had managed to assemble everyone on the sex and death list, although Bulays had to drag Bulayd out of a seedy bar, where she was hoping to meet an informant. Now packed in to the Northhound, their anticipation was high. Emar had contacted Bulays with a location, which she passed on to the Captain.

  *****

  Arrived at Neptune, Buck put the Northhound in a cloaked and parked orbit. They climbed into an extremely full shuttle. More than one fiancée perched in a lap for space reasons. Buck set them down gently, near a large and frost-free rock formation as directed. As they did, a door in the rock opened. Their next move was obvious.

  *****

  The entered through the door, and came out in the chamber. In the centre stood a slightly raised platform, on which five women stood in a shallow V formation. At its head, the Death Queen of Neptune wore an emerald jewelled girdle, and a wide collar of silver around her beautiful neck. A colourful cloak fell from her shoulders. Skirt panels hung from her girdle. A large emerald pendant gleamed between her full, bare breasts with their erect green-nippled tips. Light silver strands made a decorative pattern on her torso. Her sisters were similarly attired, in their own colours of choice. What little they wore followed their chosen hue, from hair, to collar, nipples to toenail. Unar, in deep gold and brown, Ilar, in white, and Avar in the blue of an Earth sea. The astounding display of ancient Htapele royal beauty made the gathering take a step back from its force. The fact that kneeling at the Death Queen's feet was Lady Gerald, Council member added to the impression. All she wore was a black leather harness and collar, just barely covering nipples and crotch. The rest of her large breasts and strong hips were on display.

  The effect on the gathering of such sexual power was palpable. Dahminike, as was her custom, was similarly attired to the pulchritudinous phalanx arrayed before them. Dressed in the old, arrogant fashion of the bandit kingdoms—the long full skirt slit to the waist at the sides, so that her thighs showed when she moved, the wide jewelled girdle, collar of gold. Her long curly hair hung free, as did her magnificent breasts as she discarded the small bikini top covering them. She ripped the small constricting shorts off her the shadowy blue form of her fiancé Dargolm. These were his only usual clothes, so he, too, stood naked. His impressive endowment thickened and hardened visibly between his thighs as he pulled his fiancée to him in an embrace, her nipples crinkling in pleasure.

  Jansca and Jack took off their flight suits. Underneath, she was wearing a short skirt, slit at the side above the thigh, and anklets of tiny golden bells. Above the skirt her body was bare and splendidly made. Captain Jack's eyes gleamed, as he took in the wonder of his wife in ancient Martian attire. The Thaumoforming had still left worlds variant from Earth gravity, and on some, such as Mars, that was a boon to busts. Despite her age, the word for Jansca's small breasts was pert. Her husband's chest hair was graying, but at the sight of his wife he was very erect, and his underwear now displayed him dressed extremely to the left. Jansca spun, slowly, showishly. "You like, darling?" Her eyes dropped to his crotch. "You've always been a bit of a prude, this may be good for you." Her husband opened his mouth at his wife's transformation, but couldn't manage to speak. His thickish normal length penis, however, was doing plenty of talking. Jansca stepped close and put her arm around Jack, letting her fingers snake down his hip, and finger walk into his underwear, gliding along his erect length. Kneeling in front of him, she tugged the restraining garment free. She completed her husband's undressing, kissed the underside of his hardness, and rose. Ilar was watching, and she caught Jansca’s eye. They shared a look of understanding, both women nodding imperceptibly at the other. Ilar stepped away from the far left of the formation, and walked past Jansca, and told her in High Martian, "Come, Princess." Jansca took Jack's hand and led him after the very pleasing posterior of the Wind Princess of Neptune, and into the shadowy alcove Ilar had entered.

  Unar peeled off the opposite end of the formation next. She moved to the centre of the gathering; where Pira headed a group with Bulayd and Buck to her left, and Rhogan and Rema to her right. The flame-haired Battle Commander of Deimos took Unar's attention first, as you would expect. "You, handsome, are most definitely mine," she said, clapping her hands together in front of her torso, causing her impressive bust to jiggle. "In fact, I haven't had a handmaiden in eons. Do you need a job?"

  "No, your highness. You are certainly doing your best to charm me into moonlighting, however," Pira smiled, licking her lips. Quickly shedding her battlesuit, red locks draped luxuriously down her muscular back, Pira's eyes glittered with lust as she drank in the sight of the Flame Princess of Neptune's big breasts and round hips.

  Unar's answering laugh was rich, throaty. "Come closer then," she answered, reaching for Pira and literally drawing her to her bosom. With one arm draped over the nestled form of the battle commander, idly fondling the upper slope of a breast, she continued. "So, my spandex clad spitfires. The four of you are also with us." She waved her other hand, and crooked a finger. Bulayd and Buck both disrobed, and black and dark green bodysuits added to the growing collection of attire on the floor. They stood
proudly, both of similar build. Their small, high breasts were bare and lovely, bodies slender and warrior-hard. Buck completely hairless below the neckline, Bulayd's midnight black hair matching all over. Rhogan and Rema, betrothed, helped each other out of their form fitting suits; his gold and green, hers purple and blue, taking the opportunity for caresses as they did so. Rema's skin gleamed. Rhogan took in the line of the throat, the young breasts and strong shoulders, the supple turn of the flank and the flat curve of the thighs of the Desert Princess of Deimos revealed. The amber-maned beauty regarded her fiancé in turn. A man of medium build, toned, narrow of hip and long in the thigh. He put his arm around her, and he, too, was erect, just as the other men. His both longer and narrower than average penis pointing outwards, throbbing slightly. She patted it affectionately, tickling his balls and nibbling on his ear. The Flame Princess of Neptune took Pira towards an alcove ninety degrees from Ilar's, and the other four followed.

  Avar stepped away next, moving to the Omega Twins. Zee and Zed stood there in fishnet stockings, matching leotards, and hats, looking very excited, in all senses of their word. "Young Magi women, you are mine." She held out her open hands that spoke in the language of the body "come to me children," as eloquently as any vocal regal phrase might. Zee and Zed lost the leotards and hustled their pert derrieres to her side, nipples hard, tufts of pubic hair highlighted between their legs by the fishnets that were now all they wore. Full-breasted chests heaving, they practically panted with desire. The Frost Princess of Neptune liked arms with the Twins, and then moved to the alcove on the opposite side of the room to Unar's.

  Bulays, of course, was claimed by the Queen. That left Osar observing Dargolm, Dahminike, Ghaavn, and Hannah while standing beside Emar. Dahminike regarded Hannah frankly. "Well, my buxom life-thief, do you share? Dargolm and I made a bet. I lost. So he gets his hands on Ghaavn first."

  "Dahminike. I'm a vampire. We eat anyone." She returned Dahminike's look both boldly and frankly. It was no hardship to appraise the from of the Desert Empress of Deimos. "Even blondes."

  "Well, I'll keep you to that," she laughed teasingly. She strode over to behind Hannah, and started playing with her long black hair, stroking her neck. She slid Hannah's coat from her shoulders, leaving her standing in her open fronted scarlet spandex leotard, with straps that barely covered her areolae. She slid that piece of clothing down Hannah's body too, caressing her breasts as she did. Hannah moaned in excitement, the atmosphere even getting to her. Osar raised a hand. "Enough. Now come." She stepped down, pointing. The three of them eagerly stripped Ghaavn as he raised his hands in surrender, the women copping plenty of feels as Dargolm took the opportunity for a tongue kiss. Then they obeyed the Earth Princess of Neptune.