Donald Talbot never thought his life would be like this; a young man of 26 finds himself abducted by a beautiful, seductive, and insatiable alien empress that claims he is the Champion of Malrishi. Follow Talbot on an odyssey of sexcapades, and adve...
The images of carnal gratification seem to swirl away in the dark pool of Donald's drink as he rested on a settee holding a tall tropic glass tumbler in his hand while Maritiseis reclined next to him. The images would not soon be forgotten, especially when one would consider the exchange of environment that Donald found reciprocated by.
('Dude, if you let your dick go flaccid here for a moment, I swear...')
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Various races made love on lounge groups, and the beatification of glowing and glimmering globes scattered and hovering across the veranda that looked like crystal balls with fiery auras surrounding them, encapsulating texturized spheres of phenomenally intricate representation, some as big as large pumpkins, some the size of softballs. Donald at once wanted to know what they were.
(' Hey dude, check this out; the stars are moving in streaks...like...slow motion. Cool.')
Donald was silent for a moment so Maritiseis assumed that it was necessary to elucidate further; "There are those planets that refuse to surrender to the empire of Malrishi, this is the destiny of those planets."
From the corner of his eye Donald caught the glimpse of an enchanting L'majha perhaps five yards away whose mouth was inches from a tasty treat
"Oh, I get it; these are a representation of those planets that say, 'hell no, we don't want to go'; they're kinda' like trophies or something."
"That is exactly what they are, trophies; however, representations they are not. They are planets in stasis, even while their worlds continue to thrive in animation beyond their current state."
"I don't understand."
('Uh, dude, I think that maybe you do.')
'How's that, come again?'
('Oh, you know. A'yeh, you do. You're just scared shitless to admit it; that deep down this lady is far more psychotic than you can comprehend; ya' see, those globes are like shrunken heads of their former selves, and--')
'No fuckin' way...!'
(Way...)"
"Using a technology that would take too long to explain, and would quite possibly bore my consort, those planets that refuse to voluntarily surrender themselves to us, are transformed into those trophies that you see before you."
'You have got to be fuckin' kidding!?'
('Told ya'...')
"Am I understanding you correctly? Are you suggesting that at one time these balls of fire were life-size planets?"
"I'm 'suggesting' nothing, I'm 'telling' you that these beauties dancing before you were once in our galaxy, some larger, some smaller than Malrishi." Maritiseis shrugged. "
