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A New Font of Power
Allura started awake and found herself surrounded by darkness. She didn’t so much stand as simply found herself on her feet as she became more aware. She scanned the void around her as she slowly recalled how she had gotten here.
She and Lotor had embarked on a dangerous mission in search for the lost planet of Oriande, wherein lied a temple said to hold the secrets of Altean alchemy. After several trials and encountering what seemed to be an ancient lion spirit of her people, Allura had triumphed…and then woken up here.
She looked around again, her confusion mounting. There were no secrets here, there was quite literally nothing. Allura’s hand unconsciously rose to the spot on her chest where the White Lion had entered her after she had submitted to it. It made no sense that this is what she would find after everything she went through.
“Just because you have been judged worthy of learning doesn’t mean you shall comprehend.”
Allura spun as a voice spoke from behind her. An Altean woman, hair blacker than the void of space and golden eyes that burned with the intensity of stars, regarded her cooly. She wore clothes that were of Altean design but of a fashion that Allura could only guess as to being ancient, with thigh high boots of purple leather and a cutout bodysuit that displayed a surprising amount of skin while revealing nothing. A billowing black cape, golden tiara, and gold lion staff completed her outfit.
“I am the First Alchemist. Who comes before me?”
“Princess Allura, last of Altea,” Allura said, mustering every ounce of commanding presence that she had.
“Last?” the Alchemist gasped before closing the distance between them instantly. One second she was several yards away and the next she was grabbing Allura by the throat, lifting her up with ease. “What has happened to our world?”
“It…it is gone, destroyed,” Allura choked out, though she didn’t understand how she was being lifted when there didn’t seem to be a floor. “That is…why I have come.”
The Alchemist let go of her and Allura struggled to stay on her feet as the other woman looked her up and down.
“What would the Princess of a dead people do with the knowledge of Altean Alchemy?” the Alchemist demanded.
“I would use it to…save what I can,” Allura started before seeing the glint of derision in the Alchemist’s eyes as her lip began to curl in a sneer. “And make those who destroyed Altea and her people suffer in ways unimaginable.”
The faintest of smiles twisted the Alchemist’s lips.
“You have fire, girl. Good!” the Alchemist said as she began to walk around Allura. “Very well, I, Origa Discordia Altea, shall bestow the secrets of Alchemy upon thee.”
Allura started again. Revealing her inner turmoil and rage seemed counterintuitive to the trials that got her here but it had also been the truth of how she felt. For a moment, doubt surged within her as her father’s sagely words rang in her ears.
“Wait! What if I can’t wield this power properly once I understand it? What if I…just make things worse?” Allura asked as she held her hands together as if in prayer.
“Ignorant child!” Origa exploded, making Allura jump as she tried to follow the woman’s path around her. “You ARE an Alchemist , it is in your blood! The ability to bring the universe to its knees flows through you! You merely need the knowledge to use it and all shall worship you like the goddess you are! The power of Ancient Altea courses through every fiber of your perfect being! You shall take my blessing and remember this!”
Origa’s hand lashed out with incredible force, smacking Allura’s ass so hard the sting felt like a hundred needles had stuck her all at once. Allura leapt into the air as she clapped her hands over her backside to fend off any further attacks but no more came. In fact, Origa was standing calmly once more, smiling almost mischievously as she folded her arms beneath her heavy breasts.
“Well? When are you going to give me the knowledge?” Allura demanded as she gingerly rubbed her still stinging butt.
Origa’s smile nearly split her face as she stepped closer to Allura, “I just did, Princess.”
Origa’s hand alighted upon Allura’s stomach so deftly, Allura hadn’t realized until the Alchemist’s hand began to slide towards her crotch.
“Oh,” was all Allura could manage as her cheeks flushed. She hadn’t been sure why this woman’s touch felt so different but now Allura knew the warmth shooting up her body was more than pure arousal. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome, Princess Allura, Last of Altea, Hope for Altea,” Origa whispered before pushing Allura. Allura blinked as she began to float away from the Alchemist. “Now go forth! Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and FUCK !!!”
With that final missive, Allura’s eyes opened again and she found herself lying on the grass of Oriande. Prince Lotor knelt over her, concern tenting his brow.
“Princess, thank goodness!” Lotor said as he held her hand in his. “Are you alright?”
Allura allowed Lotor to help her to her feet, “Yes, I’m fine, better than fine actually. I was granted the knowledge of ancient Altean alchemy. What about you, Lotor?”
Lotor couldn’t meet her eyes, “It seems I was…unable to pass the last trial, but that doesn’t matter if you’ve succeeded as you say. As long as one of us attained the knowledge, we can progress with our work and achieve wonders not seen in thousands of years.”
Allura’s hand drifted down her body to just below her navel, where she still felt the warmth of Origa’s touch.
“Yes…I can’t wait to see what will come of this,” Allura said softly before Lotor put his arm around her and pulled her close.
“Oh trust me princess, great things are in store for the universe, with our hands guiding the future,” Lotor said as he slid his hand over hers.
Allura smiled and allowed herself to lean into him, making sure to not let slip the façade of trust she had built with the prince. While she did not know his deeper plans, she knew that those deprived of power, wanted nothing more than to seize it at any cost.
***
Trials of Temptation
The abyss whales were amazing beasts, living ecosystems capable of traversing the maddening Quantum Abyss. Keith and his mother, Krolia, had been riding on one such creature for a month now and Keith tried to maintain focus on the marvels around him as things grew increasingly more awkward.
Having only met Krolia in person for the first time right before this mission, things had been difficult between them. Being stranded in one of the most dangerous places in the universe hadn’t made things easier. The abyss whales’ presence had eased things for a while, allowing them to establish a routine, but there was a trap in complacency.
Keith’s thoughts about his mother, this woman he hardly knew, had been veering towards…inappropriate areas after the initial shock of meeting her had worn off. It was something that he’d been struggling with ever since Allura had tried to force him to partake in the Rite.
Allura’s words and actions had awoken something in Keith and he’d done his best to tamp it down, but now, here, alone with Krolia, strange thoughts and urges kept bubbling to the surface of his mind. He tried to behave normally, focus on the mission, but there were things about Krolia’s behavior that were making Keith struggle.
For instance, for a member of the Blades who had been deep undercover for years, she was surprisingly unguarded around him. It wasn’t that she was trying to be motherly, they were both far too self-sufficient for that, but she talked to him with an ease that often made him forget that they were related.
The addition of the strange cosmic wolf they had found shortly after arriving had been a welcome surprise and Keith’s bond with it grew stronger by the day, but again, the sense of normalcy it added to their journey only seemed to make things worse.
Keith had been trying to train the wolf, though it was little more than playing fetch in reality, when the creature’s unique ability to teleport suddenly activated and they found themselves near one of the pools that dotted the whale’s back. It wouldn’t have been an issue but the sound of splashing drew Keith’s attention and as he stood to look over some shrubs, he was frozen by the sight of Krolia washing herself.
Krolia’s back was to him and he couldn’t stop absorbing the sight of her well-toned, lavender skin. She stood in water knee deep, using a porous rock to scrub the grime that collected after wearing a suit for weeks on end, and as she bent to rinse herself she turned sideways. Keith knew that Galra uniforms didn’t show their wearers figure, so seeing his mother’s heavy breasts swaying as she moved nearly knocked him off his feet. It also dawned on him that she could possibly catch sight of him and he ducked back down behind the shrubs, trying to catch his breath as his heart started racing.
Keith snuck away as quietly as possible, praying that Krolia hadn’t spotted him. Things were already weird enough, he didn’t want to imagine what she would think of him if she thought he had been trying to spy on her. He sat at their campsite quietly, tending the small fire they tried to keep going as she approached. He didn’t look up as she settled down beside him, he didn’t trust himself not to give something away in how he looked at her. He could tell she hadn’t been able to fully dry off as the tail of her hair slapped wetly against her shoulder as she gave her head a shake.
“You should go wash up,” Krolia said, making Keith start. “These suits really need to be aired out after wearing them for so long.”
Keith’s cheeks flushed. In truth, keeping the suit on had helped him inhibit his worst urges. He had grown hard seeing his mother naked and now the thought of freeing his cock with those images in his head had him stiffening anew.
“I’m good,” he said, his voice coming out as a croak that sent him into a coughing fit and made him turn his head away. “Besides, more of those bugs could show up at any time,” he added.
“If you’re nervous about being… vulnerable ,” Krolia said, leaning in and whispering the last part in his ear, “I could watch your back while you wash.”
Keith felt his whole body tense as he refused to look in Krolia’s direction. Krolia didn’t pull back and in fact shifted closer, her hand landing on Keith’s thigh.
“Or maybe…you’d like me to help wash you?” Krolia asked, her warm breath washing over Keith’s ear and making the hairs on his neck stand on end. “Is that it, Keith? Would you like me to join you in the water, like you wanted to join me?”
Keith’s head finally snapped around to look at Krolia and he fell back as he found that she was still naked. She smiled down at him as he scrambled back until he reached the wall of the alcove they used for shelter.
“K-Krolia, what? Wh-why are you naked?” Keith stammered as she began to crawl towards him. The alcove was a cramped space that didn’t allow for standing so she had him basically trapped.
“I told you, it’s airing out. Do you need help getting out of yours?” Krolia asked as she reached for a release point on his Blade suit, which just happened to be near the crotch.
“I’m good!” Keith shouted, his voice cracking with panic. “Really, Krolia, it’s fine.”
“It isn’t,” Krolia said flatly as she continued crawling until she was practically on top of Keith. “Clearly you’re pent up and distracted, and to be honest, so am I. That last assignment was particularly stressful and I never got a chance to unwind like I usually do after being deep undercover. We could both use this.”
“We can’t!” Keith cried out even as every lurid thought he’d had over the past month came rushing to the forefront of his mind and his erection was obvious through his suit. “You’re my mother!”
“…..And?” Krolia asked as she blinked in confusion.
Keith stared, silenced by shock and his own confusion. He was too stunned to do anything as Krolia resumed undoing his suit, only able to utter the barest of hisses as his regrettably hard cock sprang free.
“ Oh my , Keith, why do you seem so…ashamed by this?” Krolia asked as she gripped the base of his cock with one hand. His dick twitched and he could feel his pulse strumming through his shaft as he stiffened until it bordered on painful.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Keith whispered even though he made no move to stop Krolia.
“Why don’t you explain it to me then?” Krolia asked as she began to stroke him with long, slow motions. “Help me understand what’s wrong about this.”
Keith tried to summon the words to explain the taboos of Earth, but as Krolia looked down at him with smoldering violet eyes, he found himself silenced. Maybe it was the fact that even though he knew she was his mother, he couldn’t picture her as such, and having grown up without her, she truly did not fit that role.
“You don’t find this…awkward?” he finally settled on while trying not to moan as her strokes sped up.
Krolia tilted her head and smiled, “No, we’re sating our instincts so we can keep clearer heads. It’s perfectly logical. The fact that it feels good is merely advantageous, and the fact that you’re as attractive as your father is a…bonus for me.”
Keith tried not to blush as Krolia lowered herself and kissed the tip of his cock several times before she took him in her mouth. He wasn’t able to keep back his moans anymore as she sucked his cock in the same leisurely way she was stroking him.
“F-ff…uck!” he breathed as his hips tried to buck but Krolia held him down with ease.
“ Patience ,” Krolia murmured seductively as she flashed him a smile before returning his cock to her mouth, this time bringing her breasts into play now that his shaft was slick with her saliva.
Kieth threw his head back as her breasts enveloped his dick and her tongue swirled around his cockhead. With his fantasies come to life, Keith felt his balls vigorously tensing and knew that he couldn’t take much more of this. The only question was, what would he do about it?
The answer surprised Keith as he grabbed Krolia’s head and forced her down onto his cock. His mother let out a muffled grunt of surprise as Keith’s cock hit the back of her throat and began spraying cum. She didn’t struggle though, instead she swallowed diligently as his cock pulsed again and again as Keith emptied his balls for the first time in a long time. By the time he finally finished, a trickle of cum leaked down Krolia’s chin as Keith lay panting beneath her.
Krolia rose slowly, catching the trail of cum on her chin and returning it to her lips before swallowing the last of it. She sighed contentedly before looking down at Keith, “Tell me you don’t feel better.”
Keith was still breathing heavily and he struggled to meet his mother’s eyes, apprehension still gripping him tightly.
“Hmph,” Krolia muttered at his obvious disquiet. “Go wash up then. I’ll tend the fire.”
Keith slowly picked himself and made his way to the pool, sparing one last glance back at Krolia’s bare back.
***
Truths Revealed, Libido Unsealed
As six excruciating months passed, Keith thought that maybe Krolia would avoid the topic of ‘ stress relief ’. If anything, she became more determined to have him join her, often lounging naked and even masturbating right in front of him, always staring straight at him.
Keith tried to ignore her, but she also refused to let him be. He awoke every morning to her tending to his morning wood in a manner he could only describe as voracious. She never went further than that though and if Keith was being honest, it was driving him crazy. He wanted more and it was clear that he could have it, the only thing standing in his way was…himself.
“This would all go much faster and feel better if you joined me,” Krolia called out to him as she masturbated, three fingers working in and out of her pussy rapidly as she tweaked a nipple with her other hand. Small moans and soft sighs escaped her every time she thumbed her clit.
Keith tried to make it seem like he was staring into the distance rather than at her, but the twitch to his eye betrayed him.
“Your father was never so timid,” Krolia said.
It was a casual observation but Keith stiffened as if a knife had slid between his ribs. He stood and marched towards Krolia, making her pause as she studied him. Her eyes widened as he suddenly moved with celerity, pouncing on top of her and seizing the tail of her hair.
“Alright, Krolia, you win! If you want to be a teasing whore, then that’s exactly how I’ll treat you!” Keith growled as his other hand freed his twitching cock.
Krolia eyed him curiously before her eyes closed as he drove his hips forward, burying his cock in her eager pussy.
“ HnnaAaaa!! ” Krolia shouted as the sensation of being properly filled sent electricity up her spine.
Her ecstatic cry only seemed to fuel Keith’s anger and he pumped his hips like he was trying to drive her into the ground.
“All this time, I’ve wondered about you and it turns out you’re just another cock-hungry alien whore,” Keith snarled through grit teeth as he gave her hair a sharp yank.
Krolia growled back at Keith but surprised him as it became a howl, “YES! And I want to be your whore! Just like I was your father’s! He was like a beast, living away from the rest of the world and he took me with the same kind of animal savagery! He made me his personal cockslave! You’re just like him!”
Keith felt his blood boil as Krolia’s cool and collected veneer melted away. Was every woman in his life secretly like this?
Krolia’s lust-fueled rant continued, “I would have stayed, I wanted nothing more than to spend my life pleasuring him again and again, but I couldn’t let him be taken from me by the Galra. When I saw the vision of his death, it felt like I died inside and nothing mattered anymore. But then I looked at you, Keith, and I realized you were what all this was for! I want to be your woman, your whore! Take me, Keith!”
Keith’s pulse hammered in his head as he pounded Krolia’s pussy relentlessly. He felt like he was once more caught in one of the deadly gravity wells of the Abyss, only there was no escaping it this time, so Keith did the hardest thing he’d ever done, he gave in.
“Kei-mmmph!” Krolia’s cries were silenced as Keith kissed her. A shiver ran through them both as they crossed this last threshold but neither slowed or backed off. In fact, Krolia’s arms wrapped around Keith’s neck as she pulled him in closer.
They stayed locked in that embrace until Keith slammed his hips home one last time. Krolia threw her head back in an exultant cry as he flooded her womb with his seed, a feeling that she had not experienced in years. Keith grunted as he kept thrusting until he felt truly drained and finally collapsed on top of Krolia.
Her fingers ran through his long black locks as they lay there panting. Keith had never felt such peace as he did in that moment. There was no revulsion or regret, only tranquility.
Krolia’s voice broke that peace, “Don’t you feel so much better, Keith?”
“Yes,” Keith said as he lifted his head, looking Krolia in the eyes with a burning intensity, “but I’m nowhere near done, I’ve got six months to catch up on.”
***
Kissing The Commander's Crown
Keith stared at the planet that slowly began to dominate his field of vision. This was their destination after two years of traveling through the Abyss.
Long, lurid slurps filled the air as Krolia knelt between his legs, drool and cum trickling down her chin as she fervently sucked his cock.
Keith hardly registered it as he pondered what awaited them. In the intervening year and a half, he and Krolia had spent every moment not struggling to survive, entangled with each other in a myriad of debaucherous ways. Keith had long since stopped seeing the covert agent as anything other than his loyal cumdump of a concubine and Krolia was always eager to prove her loyalty to him.
Keith’s hand landed on Krolia’s head, grabbing a handful of her hair as he pulled her to the base of his cock. She obediently throated his cock, letting out happy murmurs as her nose rested against his pelvic bone. Keith held her there as her purr-like vibrations pushed him over the edge and he filled her stomach with cum. He guided her head back and forth along his shaft to make sure it was cleaned properly before he let her pull back fully.
“We’re close, get ready,” was all Keith said but the change in Krolia was instantaneous.
“Yes, Commander,” she said as she went from smiling worshipfully to a neutral mask while she dressed quickly. Keith whistled to his cosmic wolf and the slumbering beast raised its head before joining them as they regarded the mysterious planet that awaited them.
***
The Lover, the Tramp, and the Tart
“Hero, save me!” Princess Katherine called out from her window in the tower.
“I’m coming, Princess!” Sir Lance-alots called back as he fought heroically against the living armors that guarded the tower’s entrance. It was a grueling fight but Lance-alots emerged victorious and kicked down the door. He found his lady love waiting for him at the top of the tower, dressed in her charmingly pink royal attire with her hair cascading down her shoulders. She rushed to him, practically leaping into his arms and making his armor clatter as he stumbled back.
“I knew you would come,” she said before pulling back to look up at him coquettishly. “And now I think it’s time for your reward , my hero.”
“Not so fast!”
Lance and Pidge spun around to find Allura standing in the doorway. She was dressed as a witch, a very slutty witch, in thin strips of fabric that barely managed to cover anything, though there were embellishes of gold on her wrists and a collar that helped hold her top up.
“What are you doing here?!” Pidge demanded indignantly at the interruption of her and Lance’s Holodeck downtime.
“This is my, Allureola the Irrisistible’s, tower, and no one is rescued until I have been bested,” Allura said as she stepped into the room, her breasts bouncing in a wildly exaggerated fashion that was nonetheless captivating. She strode up to the two of them, put one hand over Pidge’s entire face, and shoved her back onto the nearby bed. Pidge gasped as she fell back and found ropes binding her to the bed.
“Hey, what the hell?!” Pidge shouted.
“Quiet, Princess,” Allura snapped before smiling at Lance as she stepped closer, letting her bountiful breasts press against his armor. “Now, hero, do you have what it takes to best me?”
Lance smirked as he grabbed her barely covered ass and gave it a hard squeeze, “I think I’ve got just the sword to vanquish a slattern like you.”
Lance pulled her into a kiss as he navigated them towards the bed. Pidge looked on in horror as she realized what was about to happen. She grunted as Allura fell back onto her and Lance began taking off his armor.
“Do you have to do it like this?” Pidge growled.
“Hush, or I’ll use my magic to turn you into a real pillow,” Allura said, stifling a giggle as she ran one hand down Pidge’s body while Allura spread her own legs invitingly for Lance.
Lance eagerly stepped forward, hardened cock springing from his pants. He was mindful of Pidge as he clambered onto the bed but all his focus quickly turned to Allura as she fingered herself in anticipation. He pulled her hand free and gave her fingers a lick.
“Hmm, a delicious elixir, Allureola, but let’s see if my essence is the ingredient you’ve been missing,” Lance said as he rubbed his cockhead against her folds before pushing forward.
“Hng, yes!” Allura breathed as she threw her head back. “Yes! Fill me, hero!”
“This is so unfair,” Pidge muttered from underneath them. She couldn’t even masturbate with her hands tied up.
“I’m gonna slay you so hard, witch!” Lance moaned as he built up to a rapid pace, making them bounce atop Pidge.
“OH YES! SLAY MY FUCKING PUSSY, HERO!” Allura cried out, her voice ratcheting up an octave as Lance grabbed her massive mammaries, sinking his fingers in deeply.
“Fucking take it, whore!” Lance growled as he hammered his hips even harder.
“Fuck you both!” Pidge shouted as she was repeatedly flattened underneath Allura's luscious frame. Her cries fell on deaf ears as Lance and Allura became swept up in the throes of passion.
Their cries rang out through the tower as they fucked with abandon until they came nearly simultaneously, leaving them both panting.
“Would you kindly, GET THE FUCK OFF ME! ” Pidge screamed, making them both jump with alacrity.
“Apologies, Pidge,” Allura said as she made the ropes disappear and the Holodeck program began to shut off. “I just thought your little scene could use some more…spice.”
“You know, we don’t get a lot of downtime,” Pidge grumbled. “This was supposed to be my treat.”
“Yeah Allura, that was kind of rude of you,” Lance said as he dressed.
“You just finished fucking her/me!” Allura and Pidge shouted in unison.
“Yeah, fucking her rudely, to teach her a lesson,” Lance said as if that were a reasonable argument before pivoting and walking away, leaving Allura to stare incredulously after him while Pidge’s eyebrow twitched and a vein pulsed in her forehead.
***
Salacious Investigations
“And that's why I need your distinct detective services Mr. McClain,” Madame Allura said as she dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief.
Private Dick McClain eyed the tall, brown buxom broad from across his desk. They didn't call her Madame for nothing, being the proprietor of a rather famous brothel, the Lion’s Den. Of which McClain was a frequent customer, it was the reason she came to him in the first place.
“I’ll find your missing girl, Madame,” he said as he swirled a tumbler of whiskey. He sipped from it before setting it down. “But first, we should discuss my…fee,” McClain’s eyes traveled down the deep valley of Allura’s bosom, enhanced by the tight red dress she wore.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” Allura said huskily as she began to lean across the desk.
The door being kicked in made them both jump and McClain fumbled for his revolver before he made out the figure standing in it, backlit by the hall light. A short, sharply dressed woman in a green suit with shoulder pads and a tight pencil skirt so short it barely covered her stockings regarded them with a hawkish gaze. She adjusted her glasses before fishing out a notepad and pen from her handbag.
“Kitty Holt with the Lion’s Roar Gazette! Mr. McClain, I need a quote from you about your latest case, the Altean Falcon and your close association with the salacious prostitute, Madame Allura.”
“Excuse me! I’m no prostituuuu-!” Allura started to say before Kitty marched forward impressively in high heels and swept Allura’s feet out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor.
“The paper doesn’t need a comment from you,” Kitty said dismissively before turning toward McClain. She hopped up onto his desk, letting her skirt rise up her thighs as she sat on the edge.
Lance’s eyes trailed along Kitty’s stockinged legs before traveling up to meet her sparkling green eyes.
“So, Mr. McClain, got a scoop for meEEE!” Kitty’s words turned into a cry as Lance’s hands grabbed her by her shoulder pads and pulled her down so her back was flat against his desk. Her face wound up ominously close to his crotch.
“I’ve got your hot scoop right here!” Lance cried out gleefully as he sprung his dick from his pin-striped pants and shoved it down her throat.
“ GLK! HRN! ” Kitty cried out around his shaft as it furiously barreled past her lips.
“I love when the meat wrappers send a meat wrapper like you to my door,” McClain said as he sunk inch after inch of cock down her tight throat.
“Ahem, what about me?” Madame Allura said as she made it to her feet.
“I’ll get to your lost whore, right now there’s been a revealing break in Miss Kitty’s story,” Lance said as he grabbed her suit and ripped it open, revealing a surprisingly lacey green silk bra.
“Pretty pricey piece for a member of the press. You get a lot of kill fees for hitpieces, Miss Kitty?” McClain asked as he pulled a knife from his desk drawer and sliced the bra in two, producing an angry growl from the woman on his desk. That growl became a moan as McClain cupped her comely breasts and then roughly squeezed them.
Kitty thrashed as he thumbed her nipples and she continued to choke on his cock. Her head spun, she struggled to breathe, the physical strain was immense, but her panties had never been wetter.
“Fuuuuuck, you’re a really dedicated hack,” McClain moaned as her frothy saliva bubbled past her lips and dribbled down her face. “Let’s see how far you’re willing to go for a good lead.”
McClain groaned and hunched over Kitty as he came while forcing his dick as deep in her throat as he could. She drummed her heels against his desk as hot load after load flooded her throat and mouth, even squeezing explosively around her sealed lips on his cock.
McClain stepped back once he finished and collapsed into his chair, admiring his handiwork as Kitty lay there struggling to breath, blowing the occasional cum-bubble. Moans drew his attention past Kitty, where Madame Allura sat in one of his other chairs, one leg hooked over the chair’s arm as she masturbated furiously. McClain enjoyed the show as he took up his tumbler and downed the rest of it, readying his last hurrah.
Kitty blinked as she felt hands on her thighs and lifted her head weakly to see McClain standing over her again. He tore her panties off and laid his cock on her twitching pussy.
“Kudos on this outfit, Pidge,” Lance whispered as he broke character with a wink. “How’d you know I had a thing for spunky gungho ladies in suits?”
“I saw how you were with the female instructors back at the Garrison, you utter fucking horndog,” Pidge grumbled while trying to hide how pleased she was.
“Yeah, and don’t ever forget that I’m your fucking horndog,” Lance whispered back before thrusting, making them both cry out as Allura continued to watch, completely enraptured by her paramours passion and love for one another. Although she refused to name favorites, the bond shared between Lance and Pidge was one that she had come to truly cherish and was grateful to be part of.
***
Confessions Of A Paladin
Pidge was walking down a corridor with Rover, having just finished another series of system diagnostics with Hunk, when she passed Lance’s room. She paused after a few steps and backtracked quietly as the door was open. Lance was hunched over the small wash station they all had in their rooms and Pidge couldn’t help being curious as to what he was doing.
“Hold still buddies, I don’t want to drop anyone,” Lance said, making Pidge crane her head further to get a better look. She was surprised to see the Altean mice either in his hand or wrapped up in washcloths made into little robes. Lance was dutifully rubbing one with a lathered cloth before dipping the cloth in the sink and carefully wiping the mouse clean.
“I know Allura is capable of handling herself, but I can’t help but worry about how much time she’s been spending with Lotor,” Lance said as he continued to wash the mice. He sighed as he paused and Pidge nearly stepped into the room.
“Things have been great since she started this whole Rite thing, but it can’t last forever, right? I mean, I love Pidge and we might never have gotten together without Allura, but I also think, no, I know I feel the same about Allura. They’ve both made me a better man but the Rite kind of complicates things too. And of course, there’s still Lotor to deal with,” Lance said with another sigh as he let his head sink.
“Allura would do anything for the greater good, even lay down her life, so marrying that prick for the sake of peace isn’t out of the question, I’m sure of it. But she should never have to do that and I want to make sure she never has to,” Lance continued softly as his hands worked by rote until the last mouse was swaddled comfortably.
Pidge backed away quietly as Lance began the process of making sure the mice were dry. She tapped her chin pensively as she made her way down the hall before her feet began to carry her with a purpose as a plan came to her.
***
“-and I want to make sure she never has to.”
Allura stared at the recording, nearly in tears at Lance’s hidden sentiments.
“He really said all that? Just for me? For us?” she whispered, a hand over her mouth. “I never knew he could be so…sentimental.”
“I know right? Luckily, Rover is able to record things otherwise I’d hardly believe it myself. Your gift just keeps on giving, Allura,” Pidge said as she stood over the sitting princess.
“And this doesn’t make you… jealous that he has such deep thoughts about me?” Allura asked hesitantly, trying to tread lightly in the matters of the heart.
“Allura, because I met you, every time we’ve fucked, he’s told me how much he loves me. We literally wouldn’t be together without you. Of course, I’m not jealous. Besides, I may or may not agree with everything he said,” Pidge sarcastically said before quickly darting in to kiss Allura on the cheek, making the princess’s head snap up towards the smaller woman.
For a moment, Allura stared at Pidge in silence, stunned by the thought. It seemed silly, given how incredibly intimate they’d been numerous times, but there was still a hair’s breadth of difference between the affection they had developed because of the Rite and admitting to a more profound kind of love. Even if it was in Pidge’s own sardonic way, it made Allura feel like the luckiest woman in all the universe.
“Oh thank you for showing me this, Pidge,” Allura finally said after giving herself a shake. “Seeing this, I feel like I want to do something special for Lance. I know our little competitions in the holodeck have been fun but I want us to do something together, for him. To let him know we care for, no, we love him just as much as he loves us!” Allura said, her conviction almost palpable.
“Oh I’m way ahead of you there Allura, and it’s something I’ve had in mind for a long time,” Pidge said as she leaned in and Allura’s face lit up.
“Oh that’s an excellent plan Pidge, although I must say, I’ve never heard of sailors on a moon.”
***
Ménage By Moonlight
Lance stood outside Allura’s room, decked out in a full tuxedo with a top hat, cloak and white domino mask. He’d found the getup in his room with a note from Allura. He figured they were going to a masquerade ball on the Holodeck and was genuinely curious as to what Allura would be wearing.
As the door opened, it was too dark to make anything out and Lance simply figured Allura was going for a truly dramatic entrance as he stepped inside. He was partially right, as once the door closed, the light over Allura’s bed illuminated a pair waiting for him.
“Our hero has finally arrived,” Pidge said as she leaned over Allura with her arms wrapped sensually around the princess. Both of them were wearing what Lance thought were Japanese schoolgirl uniforms, only there were a few differences in their outfits, and he was pretty sure tiaras weren’t part of school uniforms.
“Let’s hope he lives up to his reputation from what the other Scouts have told us,” Allura said as she reached up to caress Pidge’s face, turning towards Pidge to just brush their lips together.
The word ‘Scouts’ was the missing puzzle piece and Lance suddenly understood the scenario he found himself in. He bowed as he flashed them a dazzling smile.
“Mask is always at the service of the Scouts, m’ladies,” he said as he made his way to the bed.
“Excellent,” Allura said. “We have been afflicted by a Youma’s curse and only you can break its hold on us.”
“Yes, we must know the fervorous touch of a chivalrous hero,” Pidge added as her hands began to caress and grope at Allura.
“I am more than happy to oblige,” Lance said as he undid the cloak’s clasps and clambered on to join them. He kissed Allura first, their tongues wasting no time battling each time. A needy whimper was all the warning he had before he was pulled away and Pidge locked lips with him. The two women passed him back and forth as they shifted around him and began to strip him, leaving the mask on. His hands caressed their bodies through their costumes before he fell onto his back so they could finish pulling his pants off.
Pidge and Allura knelt over him, once more trading him for kisses before they shared a kiss so passionate that if Lance hadn’t already been ragingly hard, would have gotten him so immediately. He was actually confused as to what he had done to deserve a treat like this.
“We can’t take it any longer, Mask. Do you think you can handle both of us at once?” Allura asked as she plucked at her skirt while Pidge fondled her own breasts and both women bit their lower lip needily.
“For you ladies, I’ll do my very best,” Lance said and then found Pidge mounting his face as Allura shifted to ride his twitching cock. Of course neither were wearing panties and Lance quickly took hold of Pidge’s hips to pull her fully down onto his face.
“Aaah!” Pidge cried out, with Allura echoing her as she slid down onto Lance’s cock. He could feel Allura’s and Pidge’s hands running along his chest as they both began to ride him. It was rare during their occasional threesomes that Lance was on the passive end, but he truly didn’t mind at this moment. Pidge’s flavor danced across his tongue as she rocked her hips gently while Allura was building momentum.
“Hmm, yes, this is the cock of a true hero!” Allura moaned as she reached out to cup the back of Pidge’s head, bracing herself as she dropped her jiggling ass with even greater force.
Lance moaned into Pidge as he took one hand off her to grip Allura’s hip. His tongue worked every inch of Pidge’s pussy while he fought his surging desire to climax as Allura’s walls gripped him tighter than ever.
“Fu-huh-uck!” Pidge stuttered as he shifted to target her clit and then her words died as Allura pulled her into another kiss. As they became a triangle of eroticism, each could feel a surging pulse in the core of their very beings that was not their own. As it resonated within them, every sensation heightened to the tipping point between ecstasy and excruciating.
As one, they all cried out as orgasms more powerful than anything they had experienced before ripped through them. Pidge and Allura only managed to stay upright because they were already supporting one another. Slowly, and with trembling limbs, they managed to shift off Lance, who lay panting with the occasional shudder shooting through him.
“Huf, huh, wow, ladies, that was…that was amazing!” Lance said as Pidge and Allura shifted to lay on either side of him. Pidge curled up beneath his arm while Allura leaned on one arm as she regarded the both of them.
“And we’re feeling much better, Mask,” Allura said as she reached over and finally pulled the domino mask off him.
“Yeah, totally cured,” Pidge said with a soft sigh as she nuzzled against Lance, “though…we should go a couple more times just to make sure.”
Lance smirked down at her as his hand stroked across her body, making her shiver.
“Absolutely, whenever you’re ready,” Lance said before looking toward Allura as she shifted closer to rest her head on his shoulder.
There was something about the look in her eyes that made Lance’s heart skip a beat. He recognized attraction in Allura’s crystal blue eyes when he saw it, even love when she was talking about the team, but this was something…more, deeper. Lance didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he exhaled as she blinked and turned her head for a more comfortable position.
Lance’s gaze shifted towards the ceiling as their breathing slowed and steadied. That first session had taken more out of them than they had realized, but he was more than content with things as they were, and somehow, he could tell Allura and Pidge were too.