Hazal of Bo

"We will never figure out what it does," Jinji remarked as she examined the two pieces of the artifact.

"Do not touch those, Jinji!" Khazal went over and gave her friend a smack on the hand. "We will discover the secrets soon enough."

The flight to the next planet was largely without incident. They were closing in on the next planet, well out of the normal reaches of Bok. This journey was proving to have lasting positive effects by establishing new friendships among strange worlds.

"Breaking slipstream," Delia announced. The ship lurched as the faster-than-light stopped and the inertial repulsor slowed the ship to normal velocity.

"What do the scanners say?" asked Venus.

"We have the next planet," Delia reported. "It has an orbit I would describe as close to outside of the idealized zone."

"What is that?" asked Jinji.

"For life to form on a planet, it must get a decent amount of solar input," Delia replied. "Too much solar input would make it too hot and too little makes it too cold. Bok is closer to our sun than might be comfortable, while this planet is farther away." She typed at the console. "This planet has an average temperature of minus five Centigrade. Life must be difficult for the inhabitants. A few million souls live down there."

"Lucky for us we had brought our thermal wear," Khazal remarked. "Set orbital entry calculations."

The

Parallax Vista

entered the atmosphere and began descent procedures. The ship landed, and the crew disembarked. Jinji bared her teeth and growled as the wind cut through them. "

Brrrr!

I hate this planet already!"

"Jinji! Shut your lips!" Khazal sneered at her friend. Her mood might have been soured by the crisp temperatures as well. "These planets can not all be beach paradises. Besides, these people have a life on here. We will show proper respect."

Delia checked her hand-comm. "It is that way," she said, pointing to a nearby village. The village looked folksy and charming, with fine wooden houses and clean streets. It could have been an ideal Scandinavian town back on Earth.

The four of them went down to the village, noticing as they went how advanced everything looked. "There are vents coming up from the ground!" Jinji ran over to one and appeared satisfied. "Warm air!" The others ran over to the large vent and warmed themselves up.

Jinji gasped, then grabbed Khazal by the arm. "Khazal! Look!

Boccans!

"

Khazal scoffed at first, well aware that they were on a planet about a hundred light-years from their own home. Sure enough, there was a couple walking by, decked out in furs and leather clothing. They paid no mind to the four alien invaders.

"I assume that is just a coincidence," Venus said dismissively.

"Red flesh and silver hair?" Delia shook her head. "This is far too much of a coincidence." She checked her hand-comm again. "The artifact piece is this way."

The four of them made way to a large structure, the pillars carved out of solid rock. They were all amazed by the architectural achievements, as well as the technology for such a small population. They made their way in, and saw several women working behind a counter. "May we help you?" asked a younger one. She had silver hair and red skin.

Venus moved forward. "I shall handle this." She turned to the clerk. "We are looking for an artifact."

"Oh, which type?" asked the clerk.

"We...do not know." Venus stood there waiting for something to happen.

"Tell whoever is in charge," Khazal began, "that the princess of Bok is here." Venus turned with an incredulous look, but Khazal nodded and pursed her lips in reassurance.

The clerk picked up a strange U-shaped device with a long cord on the end. "We have a princess here for you?" After a minute, the clerk put the U-shape in a cradle. "Go in and ask for the chieftain." She pointed to the two wooden doors next to the long counter.

The four women went through. Khazal gave Venus a nudge. "See? We can be honest with these people."

They came in to find a large ballroom, dimly lit. There were several tall chairs surrounding a large rectangular table, and several people eating and drinking from large tankards. There was a large roaring fire in an enormous fireplace. The crowd was loud and boisterous, mostly with men with long beards and braids.

"Boccans," Delia said in a low voice. "No mistaking it."

The one at the largest chair put down his tankard and stood up. He had an impressive size to him, with a chest that expanded out his sleeveless vest. He wore tight pants and fine leather boots.

"Well, well," he mused in a growly low voice. "It appears my princesses have arrived!" The other diners laughed wildly and a few of them smacked their tankards together.

"Not all of them," Venus protested over the roar. "Just me!"

The man swaggered over to the crowd of strange women. He was tall enough to eclipse the sun. Venus eyed the man as he made his way up.

"So it's you?" The man smiled with those shining teeth of his. He had an impressive beard with a long silver braid down his shoulder blades. "You said something about a place called Bok? I have not heard of this nation."

Delia held up her hand-comm. "Will you permit me to scan you?" The man looked amused, but allowed it. The scan beam ran over the man's face, then Delia examined the results. She showed it to the other women as well. "97.3% Boccan DNA. The rest is some sort of alien DNA I do not recognize."

Khazal looked the man up and down, almost as guilty as Venus of impure thoughts. "Sir, have your people ever travelled to another planet?"

The man laughed with a deep bellow. His necklace swung back and forth as he looked around at his companions. "Do we look as if we could do such things? We can barely rouse ourselves from our chairs!"

"And why would we?" called out one of his friends at the table, which was met with greater laughter.

"Although..." The man ran a hand through his silver beard. "I recall from schooling about how we came to this planet. Yes. I never believed the tales, but we were supposed to have been brought here. We all know we are not native to the planet."

"Show them the disks," called out another eating companion.

"The disks," the man repeated. "Oh, but forgive me," he said with a deep bow. "My name is Jarl. I am the chieftain of this village. Welcome to Krisingall."

"Is that the village, or the planet?" asked Khazal.

"The village," Jarl stated. "We call the planet Survene." He held out an arm. "Follow me."

They were all taken out to a small museum in the same building, where there were two golden disks approximately thirty centimetres in diameter and thin as a CD. "These are several hundred years old," Jarl told them.

Delia held up her hand-comm. A simple laser scan revealed the secrets. "These were etched with laser engravings," she explained. "These look like stellar charts, and they do lead from Bok."

Khazal snapped her fingers. "I recall hearing of the slaving runs they would do on Bok. Starships would scoop our people up and take them off to work on strange planets. It was especially demoralizing, because many of them were on strange worlds, and had no hope of leaving. It made them more obedient to work."

"Then," Delia concluded, "this was meant to be a similar slave colony. It had to be for mining the tetrinite ore found in the planet here."

"I...do not believe I have heard of this precious ore," Jarl replied.

"It is useful in antimatter recombinant chambers," Delia said. "Um...for spaceships."

Jarl only smiled. "So your idea is that we were captured, brought here, and...forgotten?"

"Forgotten, abandoned," Delia said. "Perhaps the slavers were killed, or died of a disease to which the Boccans were immune. We have proof that is what you are."

Jarl shook his head in disbelief. "It is hard to believe that the Kanasar could be captured so easily."

Khazal gasped. "Did you say

Kanasar

?" She ran to Jarl and put her hands on his broad chest. "My mother was Kanasar!"

Jarl's eyes got wide. "You jest!" Venus was staring daggers at Khazal, meanwhile. "Perhaps you can tell us about our people back on...what was the planet's name?"

"Bok," Khazal responded.

Jarl ran the back of his fingers along Khazal's cheek. "Marvellous." He looked at the Boccan women. "This is a great chance for some cultural exchanges. How about you all join me for dinner tonight?"

"We would love it!" Khazal was right next to Jarl. "Oh, I must teach you of our history."

Venus fumed as Jarl flashed his whites at Khazal. "Well, I must return to my duties until that time." He handed a piece of paper to Khazal. "My address. Please be there at sundown. Meanwhile, we will provide a guide for you." He turned to his dining companions. "Bring me Goreg."

One of the men went to fetch the man. A minute later, out came a tall, fit red-faced man with near-white hair in a single braid down his back. He looked much younger than Jarl, but exuded the same raw masculine sexuality.

"Ladies, this is Goreg. He will be happy to show you some of our village, so perhaps you can see how we have flourished." He handed Goreg a leather bags. "Some coins for you. Please treat them nicely, as we have royalty here."

Goreg grabbed the back of Jarl's head, and Jarl did the same. The two of them shared a hearty laugh, then let each other go. Goreg led the Boccans out of the building and into the street, where the women all stiffened up in the cold.

Right away, Delia was latched onto Goreg. She kept his attention for nearly the entire time, laughing loudly at his jokes and touching his large arm every chance she got. Venus was seething at this point, feeling as if she could never attract any man despite her political legacy.

After a great lunch at a modest café, Goreg took them out to a pier. "We do a lot of fishing here," he called out over the loud wind. "You say that you come from a desert planet?"

Most of the women were frozen to the bone at this point. "Oh my," Goreg said, noticing how cold them women looked. "Perhaps we can warm ourselves up."

Goreg took them all to a hot springs facility. "The water is a natural spring that is pumped right in," Goreg told them as he paid for their admission.

"I am afraid we do not have swimming costumes," Delia told him, although they technically did—the topless outfits they got on the beach planet.

"The zones will be segregated by sex," Goreg explained. "Although I must confess, Delia, I am curious as to what kind of figure you cut under those winter clothes."

Delia got a case of fuck-me eyes. "Perhaps you will find out soon."

"I have access to a training room," Goreg went on. "How would you like to try out some swordplay?"

"I would love it," Delia said, smiling widely.

The four women went to the changing room, which went right out to the hot tub. Venus took one last envious look at Delia's body as she dipped down into the light blue water. Even Khazal was looking spectacular as she made her way into the steamy water. The four of them allowed themselves to relax and warm up again.

Goreg was waiting for the Boccans as they came out of the hot spring facility. "Venus, Jarl would like to invite you to dinner. He says it would be proper for such an important visitor to be welcomed to his own home."

Venus gasped. "Oh! Of course!"

Goreg nodded, then had a ride summoned for her, then one for Khazal and Jinji. "We have made accommodation for you at our inn. It is a nice place, although you might find it a bit small."

"We will make do," Khazal assured him as they sped off.

Delia and Goreg made their way to his house. "My goodness, Goreg," Delia gushed. "You have been so assertive tonight. Are you trying to impress the princess?"

Goreg chuckled. "She should be working hard to impress me. While I am honoured to have her greatness come to visit us, I have a life as well."

Delia smiled and shook her head. "I am so used to the men on my home world being passive creatures. You are quite a specimen to watch."

Goreg gave her a wink. "You should see my sword-handling skills, dear." He put an arm around Delia's lower back. Delia felt as if she would fall over. Goreg leaned in near Delia's ear. "Sword is a euphemism, beautiful."

The two of them came to a geodesic dome. "This is your home?" Delia was in awe.

"We have our ideas of how to build a structure," Goreg replied. "What do you think? Am I a master craftsman?"

Delia's mouth hung open. "You

built

this?"

"Oh yes," Goreg remarked. He led Delia up to the sturdy wooden door and let her in.

The structure was divided into a larger living space, then the bedroom and lavatory. Goreg went to work preparing a tray of fine cheeses and wine. Delia loved rich and creamy foods, and the cheese being offered were the best she had ever tasted. Delia was impressed with the way Goreg led the conversation.

The two of them finished their wine, then Goreg cleared the dishes. "Let me show you the weapons," Goreg said. He went to a fine wooden cupboard and unlocked it, then took out a huge broadsword. It shined brightly, and the leather-wrapped handle looked to be the work of fine craftsmen. Goreg held it up by the pommel. "Try it."

Delia made her way over and took the sword. The metal felt heavier than what she was used to. "My goodness! I bet you can swing this well!"

He laughed and took the sword back. "It belonged to my father. It was a gift for my manhood ceremony. It is a tradition we have here."

Delia sputtered. "You have Days of Ascension for

men

on this planet?"

"Men matter, too," Goreg said with a sly grin. He then went to the cabinet and hung up his sword, then brought out two wooden swords. "For practice." He tossed one to Delia, who caught it easily.

The two of them had ample room to practice. Delia's technique relied on speed, but Goreg matched her up on strength. The two of them sparred for some time. When they crossed swords, Delia leaned in and knocked into him with a sword. Goreg dropped his guard for only a second, but that was all Delia needed. She placed the tip of her sword to his neck. "Now your life is mine," she said devilishly.

Goreg stared at her for a few seconds, then took her by the shoulders. The two of them kissed passionately. Delia dropped her training sword as she closed her eyes. She would have never thought to pursue a male, but Goreg was irresistible. She reached down and took both ass cheeks in her hands.

"I want to see them," Goreg pleaded. Delia undid her top and let the twins fall out. Goreg took a moment to take it in—these were the tits of goddesses. He took each one in a hand and gently weighed them, then went down to suckle on her sweet nipples. Delia let her head hang back as she enjoyed the sensation. Goreg also had a hand exploring her mound.

Delia got down on her knees as Goreg pulled out his hog. Delia was impressed with the size, and the fact he was freshly shaven. She got to work right away, sucking his cock as much as she could. Delia had a bit of a bad gag reflex, so her technique was to hold the head in her lips while she jerked the shaft. Goreg had no complaints as he stood there and let her do the work. He had his top off now, showing off his sculpted arms and chest.

Delia stood up and got her outfit off, then leaned over on the chair. Her fine ass and thighs were tensed up now, and her cunt lips stuck out, ready for action. Goreg got the rest of his clothes off, then took Delia's juicy ass in his hands. He stood there for a moment and just marvelled at her smooth red skin and the definition of all of her curves.

With a few strokes to get him stiff as possible, he pushed his way in. Delia groaned as she pushed ahead a bit. Goreg pumped in and out, holding onto her waist. The dimples above her ass made for perfect thumb holes. He loved watching his hips make her juicy ass cheeks ripple with every stroke.

Delia held onto the chair arms as she pushed her shoulders way down. Her back was arched to the point of insanity. Beads of sweat formed in the crevice of Delia's back muscles. Goreg could see the pussy lips flap with each one of his thrusts, keeping a vacuum-tight grip on his shlong. Delia kicked up one leg as she struggled to keep from creaming.

Delia got up from the chair and spun around, holding Goreg's cheeks and kissing him deeply. She got so horny that she lifted one leg and got the cock right into her slit. The two of them fucked wildly in a standing position. Delia threw her arms around Goreg's shoulders and held on. Her legs were like jelly at this point. Goreg pulled out to inspect his slippery cock, only to see that Delia's pussy was vibrating. "Take me to bed," she begged.

Goreg scooped her up in his arms and brought her to his large bed. The two of them were fucking again almost instantly. Delia held her legs up in the air as Goreg gave her a pounding. Delia held onto the back of his neck as she moaned and wailed.

"Oh, I need to put it in between those breasts!" Goreg pulled out and helped Delia to her knees. Goreg slid the slimy member in and out between Delia's huge tits. Delia held her breasts together as she attempted to kiss his tip.

"Oh! Oh, it is happening!" Goreg tensed up. "I will...I will....

hunnnn!

" He splattered his jizz all over her tits. Delia looked down with pure satisfaction.

Goreg looked ready to fall over, but regained his senses. He went to get a small towel to help get the cum off of her tits. After a minute of regaining his breath, Goreg was ready to help out Delia.

He licked his two fingers, then hooked Delia's pussy. She laid down and let Goreg work his magic. The man knew how to finger a pussy, right down to flicking the bean with his thumb on occasion. Delia gripped onto Goreg's bicep as she got finger-fucked. Eventually she popped, kicking her legs up in the air and whipping her torso around.

Delia and Goreg laid there for some time. After a good rest, she sucked his cock for another ten minutes. Goreg had a good amount of stamina, because he was able to shoot out his cum again. Delia gulped it down, then gave Goreg a smile. The two of them held each other as the wind howled outside.

Over at the chieftain's house, Venus was admiring some of the artwork on the walls. "This is most impressive."

Jarl came over with two tankards of ale and pushed one into Venus's hands. "My wife's work." He took a huge swig of his tankard.

Venus's lower lip quivered. "A wife. I see."

Jarl stared at Venus. "Are you upset about something?"

"No," Venus managed, pushing her hair up behind her ear. She took a large drink of the sweet ale. It was lower in alcohol than she was expecting. "I bet she is beautiful."

Jarl took the tankard from Venus and set them both down, then put an arm around her. "My wife and I are very much in love. However, she wishes to see me pleased. She should be home any minute. I would very much like you to meet her." Venus's nipples were perking up with Jarl holding onto her. He was an older man, but there was something intoxicating about his self-assuredness.

There was a noise out in the main foyer. "Jarl, dear?"

"In here," Jarl replied. The footsteps were coming closer. Venus was feeling terrified with Jarl holding an arm around her waist.

A lovely tall woman entered and she smiled. "Well, we have a guest!" She went to kiss Jarl hard on the mouth, all while Jarl held onto Venus. Venus was nervous but also turned on at the sight.

"This is Venus," Jarl said. "She comes to us from the planet of Bok. We are quite honoured to have a princess of what we think is our home planet."

"Really?" The woman extended a hand. "I am True. What a delight to meet you!" Venus took the hand. She had warm and soft hands. "So—will you be having sex with my husband?"

Venus felt like her legs were going to give out. "Oh my goodness! I did not mean to...I am so..." Venus was panting rapidly now.