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CHAPTER TEN
The Wrath of the Spider Queen
For one thousand years, war between the HAWKMEN and the FAEMEN of Venus has consumed this cloud shrouded globe...not now, at last, a hope for peace has been found in the center of the MAZE OF MADNESS!
At the heart of the Maze, within the TERRAFORMING MACHINES of the ancient past lurks the records of what truly brought low the hopes of Fae and Hawkmen alike -- but only if these secrets can be found by JASMINE STARR before the war consumes the life of PRINCESS SNOW, who even now, battles the much feared hawkman pirate, the SKY KING.
Can Jasmine end the war or will her hopes for creating common cause against the evil EMPEROR AYTAN ZARDO come to naught...
Jasmine sat back and watched as the Sky King and Princes Snow matched blade for blade, and wished she had a bowl of good old fashioned American popcorn to enjoy while sparks flew -- both figurative and literal. Magneto-rapier clashed against magneto-rapier as the two evenly matched warriors pitted lethal skill and sinuous dexterity against long practice and brute strength, and found neither was able to overcome the other. Every time the Sky King got Snow into a blade lock, the nimble Faewoman princess would dart away and come back swinging upon a dangling bundle of cables, or leaping over some long moldering desk to attack from a new, startling angle, and only the sheer skill of the large, black furred hawkman kept her from slaying him.
Jasmine leaned back in the seat she had chosen and measured, waiting for the exact right moment to act. She saw it, then, when blades crashed together once more and she merely needed to choose the correct tool.
Said tool was a small device that seemed for all the world like an ancient ash tray, likely used by a Faeman or Hawkman of a thousand years before, smoking their primitive space cigarette. Jasmine took it and tossed it from her hand like a discus launched in the Olympic fields, but with a far more vital trajectory...and goal. The plastic-like disk clattered upon the ground, shot forward, and came directly beneath the Sky King's left foot as he shifted his stance. His arms flung wide as he attempted to catch his balance, his wings flaring at the same time -- but the treacherous discus served as no stable platform to fence from!
The Sky King crashed onto his back with a grunt, his magneto-rapier clattering away to Jasmine's feet. She retracted the blade hastily by snatching up the hilt, and then tensed, ready for future intervention if required -- but saw that Princess Snow had leaped onto the Sky King, straddling his muscular chest as she loomed above him, holding her above her head in a two handed killing blow...but just as Jasmine had predicted, the Sky King's mask had been knocked aside.
There was but one last thing to do. Jasmine tapped the glow-globe that had been left abandoned to full illumination, revealing to the whole world that the prone Hawkman was none other...than Princes S'Kye Arr himself, the heir to the throne of the Sky City, and son to King F'eath Arr!
His eyes wide, and bright golden, looked up into Princess Snow's ruby red ones, and the two froze, breathing heavily, able to see one another in full detail for the first time since the battle had been joined -- without masks or shadows between them.
"Oh..." Snow whispered, quietly.
"Kill me, Faewoman. You have me at your mercy...with your strength and skill..." Prince S'kye rumbled, softly. "But...now...I believe I can truly say that I have died knowing true beauty..."
Snow's blade lowered, almost touching his chest, the tip hissing softly. She leaned forward, her short, well braided hair sweeping down about her cheeks like hanging drapes. "W...What is your name?"
"S'kye," the Prince of the Hawkman said, quietly. "And yours?"
"S-Snow."
"Snow..." S'kye whispered it, as if it were the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
"No...I cannot kill one such as you!" Snow threw her blade aside, and Jasmine hastily caught it before it slashed through the floor. She cupped the beak of the Hawkman beneath her, then leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his, as his gold scaled hands slid along her back, drawing her closer to him. "Oh S'kye!" She moaned, then as he tilted his head aside, beak opening as his tongue pressed to her lips, tentatively, then with more eagerness as she leaned into the embrace. His hands glided from her back to her rump, squeezing her as the two leaned into one another, S'kye sitting up as he bucked his hips against her -- grinding his girth against her...and what girth he had: Jasmine sighed with soft envy as she watched the slender, athletic Faewoman's pants grow damp with the slippery arousal of the heavy, bright red, knotted cock of the Hawkman.
Snow drew back, panting heavily. "I-I have never dreamed to find such gentleness and warmth with my hated enemy," she whispered, then gasped as S'kye's claws, as gentle as downy clouds, began to undo the buttons on her top, sliding it open to free her modest breasts. His hands, bright gold against her ebony black skin, cupped her as he leaned forward and tenderly licked first one, then the other of her achingly hard nipples. His tongue was long enough and flexible enough to coil around the nips and tweak them, rather like how Jasmine's more flexible and softer lips could -- while he might have lacked lips, the Hawkman made up for it indeed! "O-Oh by the Spider Goddess..."
Snow's head rolled back, her back arched, and she dropped her arms, to make it easier both for S'kye to lick and nuzzle at her chest and for her shirt to slide away, leaving her topless and exposed...but that was not how she was left for long. Instead, S'kye lifted her up with his hands, his immense strength making it easy to plant her rump upon one of the ancient desks as he leaned forward, his cock hanging between his legs -- throbbing, massive...and paitently waiting for its chance to be sheathed within her royal pussy. For instead of merely slaking his lusts upon her, the Prince of the Sky City wished, it seemed, to show that he was no mere uncultured brute, as Snow might have thought. Oh no...instead, his fingers drew down her pants, revealing her hairless, Faeish cunt, and his tongue lashed against the folds of her ebony pussy, tasting her glowing juices.
He groaned, then drew back, his ear tufts lifting as he rumbled. "You taste utterly divine, Snow."
She blushed, hard, looking aside. "I...I..." she whispered.
"Like a true lady..." He leaned forward again, and his tongue thrust into the folds of her sex. Snow gasped and gripped the desk with one hand...and his head with the other, tenderly cupping the back of his scalp as she bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly or too wantonly. When S'kye drew back again, it was to purr a soft: "Gods above, how have I never tasted a sex as perfect as this before, in all my days?"
"Y-You surely have...had many lovers..." Snow said, shyly. "R-Right?"
"Oh yes," S'kye rumbled, and excitement kindled in Snow's red eyes. "But you taste as if you were...destined for me." His eyes and hers met and both glanced aside, abashed by the feelings fluttering within their breasts. Of course, abashment did not last long when a royal pussy was there for the devouring -- and S'kye soon had dipped his head back between Snow's thighs, his beak opened wide, his tongue lapping at her with slow, steady, exploratory movements, each one drawing a little sigh from Snow as she closed her eyes, rolling her head back.
"Oh...Oh Prince S'kye...I...I've never...I've never...I...I...oh goddess! Oh! Yes! Yes! Eat my faeish pussy with your forbidden tongue -- ah! YES!" She cried out, her back arching, the desk creaking as Jasmine could clearly see the fruits of the Hawkman's labor in the bright glittering, glowing spills of girlish juices that dripped along his beak, soaking into the matted fur of his neck. His feathers ruffled up and he leaned in close, his beak opening wide -- the sharp tip almost touching her belly button as he clamped himself close enough to let naught but a thin dribble of glowing juices escape around the edges of his lower beak -- a dribble that landed directly upon his achingly hard member.
S'kye drew back -- and Snow's nerveless fingers slipped through his feathered scalp -- but despite the warm lassitude that overcame many a male or female after a climax, it was Snow who made the next move in their dance of body and passion. She slipped from the desk, landing upon the ground before him, so that S'kye's rock hard hawk-cock pressed to her athletic belly, smearing his own precum against her dusky skin. Her hands cradled his cheeks and she leaned forward, licking the edge of his beak, tasting herself, before whispering. "T-Thank you. But I...think...as a girl, I owe you something in return..."
"No, my fair princess, you owe me nothing," S'kye said, putting his hands on her shoulders, shaking his head. "It was not duty that drove me between your perfect thighs -- it was passion and love for the act." He chuckled. "Some men may claim that it is a chore to pleasure their partners, with fingers or tongues, but not I."
Snow's eyes sparkled. "Many men have said this around me -- though none knew I was a woman at the time. And yet, I've never actually
met
this mythological man that eschews the arts of tongue and lips -- at least none of the men of space. I do hear uncharitable things about Earthmen, from time to time."
