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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Triumph of Zardo!
THE END IS NIGH!!! From across the solar system, the war rockets of AYTAN ZARDO, THE EMPEROR OF SPACE, race towards the UNWITTING EARTH! The only defense is the SWORD OF STARS - a vast weapon constructed upon the MOON ITSELF...but the Sword is undefended before a forward attack squadron from Zardo's fleet! If they capture it, then his megalomaniac might will crush all before it and the Earth will fall!
Racing towards the moon at hundreds of kilometers per second in her very own ATOMIC ROCKET, Jasmine Starr hopes to thwart the Emperor of Space from his long fought goal - but she does so without the brave MARK STYLES, who seemed to give his life to slow Zardo's evil empire's expeditionary forces. Now, Jasmine's only allies are the wonder duo of her maid CLAUDETTE T.S GRANT and Claudette's new wife ALTAIR POLARIS, THE PIRATE QUEEN OF CERES.
But can a motley crew of pirates and renegades stop the final triumph of the Emperor of Space? The answer will be found on the dusty plains of Earth's mighty moon - and before the Sword of Stars...
Mark Styles was dead...
Or so the solar system thought!
Mark clung to that thought as he looked through the radar scope of his
captured
Imperial War rocket, while next to him, Gennie the Robot worked her levers and controls to maintain the constant stream of communication rays that the rocket needed to send back to the Imperial Rocket Fleet to maintain their tenuous cover. She flashed him a nervous, silvery smile, while Mark turned back to look at the Star Princess Zella and Robin Robinson, then gave them a confident nod.
"We're almost there," he said, quietly. "Now, we need to hope we can cross this line." His finger stabbed out, tapping the pale green wire and black screen of the forward scope display. Across it was marked a reddish line, which flared with bright lettering that proclaimed it to be THE DEATH ZONE. "This is where the Sword of Stars can fire and immediately obliterate us without us having any chance to dodge or launch secondary vehicles. If our plan works, then we'll be on that moon with every last one of the Saturnian space soldiers...and we'll see how things go for your father
then
."
Zella smiled, while Robin chuckled softly. "How long till we reach there, Gennie?"
"At this rate of atomic deceleration?" Gennie asked. "About five space hours."
"Well, then," Zella said, her eyes gleaming like the star sapphires that she prized so deadly. "We should discuss the finalized plans, Mr. Styles, Miss. Robinson." She gestured with an elegant finger, turning and beginning to stride towards the ladder leading away from the prow bridge. Gennie waved after Mark as he walked away and he smiled back at her, then swung himself onto the ladder and swept down into the bulbous main hull of the war rocket. He nodded to the Underground soldiers that were operating the ship, then followed Zella as she took the next ladder down, to find the very much still alive Senator Luna Lazuli conferring with others of her generals. Zella gave the tall Wolf woman a polite nod and Mark allowed himself a playful wink.
They came, then, to the quarters that Zella had chosen for herself. "So, what did you want to tal-," Mark asked as he stepped in, then blinked as Zella's filmy red robes slipped from her narrow shoulders and puddled about her ankles, leaving her wearing naught but her golden bracers and anklet rings, her long hair flowing free as she tugged forth the tiara that she had settled on her brow, cascading along her back like a waterfall of raven darkness. She looked over her shoulder and smirked.
"In six hours, we may be obliterated by the force of a million atomic bombs," she said, her voice husky. "I want you and Robin to fuck me so hard that I won't even notice."
Mark chuckled, his face heating. "Well, uh..."
"Can do, luv," Robin said, grinning as she stretched her lower arms behind her back.
Mark shook his head, then grinned. "I think we should make this fun," he said, then stepped forward. His hands gripped onto Zella's hips, drawing her against him. His voice was soft as he whispered in her ear. "Your father always liked those damn gladiatorial games - me and Robin met again at those games..." He rocked his hips, grinding his hardness into the Star Princess' royal rump, drawing from her plush lips a gasp of pure pleasure and excitement. "I think one more game might be worth while."
"W-What kind of game?"
"Which of us can..." Mark paused, considering, his hand sliding along her body, down to tease at her clit - his finger idly playing with the small piercing that Zella wore. It threaded gently through her clit, allowing not merely for additional pleasure and aesthetic delights but also controlling her fantastically sophisticated space contraception, which protected the mighty Zardo line from the impurities of unwanted pregnancies. Mark's finger teasing it drew a soft gasp from Zella...and words he had never expected to hear.
"W-Which of you can...knock me up?" She asked, sounding thrilled and horrified in equal measures.
Mark blanched. "Well, I..." He said, then heard Zella moan.
"Yes!" She groaned. Mark glanced back - in time to see that Robin, who had been half erect with the excitement of the stiuation, had gone to
full mast
, so to speak. Her eyes were wide and her lower hands held her own panties, her cock throbbing with excitement at the very idea. Mark admitted a deep part of his brain, one that was more at home in the 10
th
century than the 20
th
, thrilled at the idea of not merely defiling a royal pussy...but to knock a royal womb up with his deeply common seed. He could imagine now the gnashing of Zardo's teeth, if he ever learned his genetically perfect daughter was carrying the child of either his most perverse creation or a lowborn Earth man...
"W-Well, if...that's what you wish..." Mark said, his finger taking hold of the clit piercing, his finger finding the lever. He ticked it from
Contraception
to
Deactive
...then pushed it one tick further down with a thrilling
click
, to glittering
Coceptive
setting! Zella gasped.
"A-Ah!" She shivered, her sex growing wetter by the moment, her eyes half closed as she leaned into Mark's strength. "I feel so...fertile..." She licked her lips. "My implant will chime when I have been impregnated. So. We'll see who manages to get me knocked up fi- EEP!" She squeaked as Mark tossed her forward onto the bed with a savage growl! Before he could pounce after her, though, Robin took his hand with two of hers, yanking him about. She chuckled.
"Come now, Mark!" she said, her eyes sparkling. "We must throw for who goes first. Best two out of three."
"I...yes, that is fair, I suppose!" Mark said, through gritted teeth - his urge to mount the lovely luminary of Pluto almost blinding. He lifted his hand, shook it thrice, then threw a flat palm. Paper, to Robin's fist of a rock. From the bed, the desperately lustful princess moaned incoherently in frustrated arousal. Another throw - and Mark grinned as his twined fingers formed the scissors that, swiftly, sliced through the flat palm of Robin's paper, delivering unto him not merely victory in the age old rock competition, but also the first chance to make sweet, sweet love to the Princess of Pluto while she trembled, twitched, and begged, desperately, for cock.
"Well, then! Get to it, Mark!" Robin said, stroking her own member with her lower right hand as Mark slid his shorts down. His cock sprang free and he crawled up onto the bed, then grabbed onto Zella's shoulders, pinning her down as if she were some wild beast. His cock ground against her slippery cunt and she moaned hungrily into the pillow.
"Fuck me, Mark! Ah! Fuck me! I want the whole ship to fuck me at this rate, I'm so horny!"
Mark grinned, then thrust into her. His cock speared into her welcoming sex as if returning home from a long tour of duty - the strain of close confinement being nearly as damaging to their lustful life as the mind worms. But now, both had had time to adjust, to find their equilibrium...and now, he could delight in the silky tightness of her sex as she balled her fists in the sheets, threw her head back, arched her spine, and wailed her bliss to the walls of the War Rocket's cabins. Her buttocks jiggled as Mark thrust into her, grunting hard, his hands squeezing her hips - trying not even a single jot to bring her pleasure, merely using her as a fucksleeve...and ironically, in this very act, bringing her great pleasure.
"Yes! Ah! Fucking use my cunt! Ah! I'm the Princess and you're fucking me like some backhab whore! Yes! Yes! YES!" She groaned, throwing her head back, her sex tightening on Mark's like a silken fist. Mark's own famed constitution ran up against the glorious alchemist mixture of his fear of the future, his pent up lusts, and the skillful lewdness of Zella - and he found his constitution was failing him. His balls trembled, sloshing with heavy, fertile Earth cum, and then he thrust deep once more and groaned, his own pleasure overwhelming him.
Zella reached back - and her finger pressed to her clit, teasing herself like a button. Mark felt a strange buzzing sensation shoot through his member, which only made the pleasure grow hotter and higher as his balls twitched and he emptied even more of his cum into her. Then, growling, he jerked backwards. Seed splashed against her ass and her thighs, painting the picture of a welcoming slut for any who came into the chambers. Mark stepped backwards, panting raggedly, and Robin was upon the girl before she had a chance to draw breath. Hands cupped breasts and grabbed wrists at the same time, yanking so that Star Princess Zella was held up by the bed, her whole body rocking as the mighty Cybrid's girldick plunged deep within her, filling the already cum-coated cunt that Mark had left vacant. Her purple balls swayed as she grunted, her eyes half closing as she seemed to enjoy the feeling of Mark's cum nearly as much as the feeling of Zella's pussy. The wet, lewd noises of her girldick plunging within again and again filled the room...but not so much that Mark did not notice C'law stepping in, and C'law's curious voice.
