Chapter 7

Jocelyn and Cynda had been replaced by two servants (who were just that and not to be touched, Tomar warned) who brought rather large glasses of a pale amber wine. Sitting cross-legged and bare-ass naked among the white pillows, Ponkert sipped at the fermented brew and found it strangely reminiscent of a St. Emilion Bordeaux he had once discovered on Earth. The wine had basically the same effects of warming his stomach and mellowing his outlook on life.

"Tomar," he mused, lifting the glass for another flavorful sip, "there's something different about you. Something that doesn't seem to fit."

The ruler raised an eyebrow at his companion, but only "mmmmmed" a little.

Not wishing to let it go at that, Ponkert pursued his train of thought, "At first glance you seem native enough. But there's something definitely oddball about you. Like how could you celebrate and go whoring when your son has just been killed by a pack of wolves? Or where is your queen? Surely there is a queen?"

The ruler still made no comment, but only sipped at the amber liquid while staring at his companion over the edge of the glass.

"There's something about you which isn't what it seems. It's been gnawing at me--something you said--it'll come to me in a minute."

Tomar lowered his glass, resting it on a hairy thigh. "Alien- -that's the word that fits you, Baron Ponkert-fits you like a glove!"

Ponkert's eyes met those of the king. "That's it! You described Cynda's ass as fitting like a surgeon's glove! Where on Keller are there surgeons that wear gloves! I bet you can't find one that washes his hands yet-let alone wears antiseptic gloves!"

"Perhaps not on Keller," Tomar answered, "but on Earth, the same place you learned of surgeon's gloves!"

Ponkert's eyes widened, but he made no comment.

"I'm as much an Earthman as you are. And I'll wager we arrived on Keller via the same means. The difference only lies in the twenty-five years I've had to adapt to this world and come to love it," Tomar said.

Ponkert searched his brain for any memories he had of missing rockets, but drew a blank.

"The name's Thomas Martin. Simple to shorten it to Tomar. My ship was The Wild Hare. The crash killed all the crew except me. I don't know how, but I thank the gods of Ulfblom for my life," the ruler explained.

Without further urging, Tom Martin, or Tomar as he requested to be called, also answered Ponkert's other questions. It seemed Cleve, the Prince of Hort, was actually the son of Hort's previous ruler. A ruler who had fallen under Tomar's challenging sword.

"For some reason, I always felt responsible for the boy's life and tried to raise him as my son," he said, sipping at the wine. "There was never any love lost between us. And lately the youth had been plotting my overthrow. The wolves simply did a task I would have had to do, if I were to remain king."

Tomar also explained that there had been a queen, Elf's mother, who had died in childbirth.

"You saved my Elfgwynne, Ponkert, or whatever your name happens to be," the king said. "My daughter is more precious to me than this whole planet--which is why I celebrate. I owe you a lot. Now tell me about yourself."

Ponkert briefly recounted the various adventures that had befallen him since the emergency landing on Keller. He also explained his search for the missing Jan.

"I will only be too glad to see that you are outfitted properly for your journey," Tomar said. "But my wisest advice would be for you to adapt as I did. I call upon the local gods. I also abide by the local customs--which brings me to a very important matter."

Ponkert glanced at the stern face that stared at him.

"Elfgwynne has told me you have refused to accept her pledge of service to you. Local customs dictate that you take her wherever you go. She is yours. Don't get me wrong; she's my only daughter and I have no want to see her go. But she is of age and it is her right!"

"And if I still refuse to accept her offer?" Ponkert questioned.

"Hopefully you won't. To refuse is the highest insult," the king answered. "For me to retain even a semblance of dignity, I would have to challenge you to a duel. This I would highly advise against. Because, you see, I've had twenty-five years of experience with handling the various blades of this planet, which you haven't. Despite my age, I suspect I'm both stronger and faster than you."

Smug in his knowledge of karate, though he would loath having to use it on his host, Ponkert replied, "That might be true, but perhaps you are underestimating me."

"That I might be doing," Tomar laughed. "If that were the case, I guess I'd have to put some of my old Earth learning to use. I was awarded my sandan before my last flight from Earth. I've been diligent about practising, too--a great asset on Keller."

Sandan. Ponkert gulped rather hard at the sound of the word. A third degree black belt in Karate! He only held a shodan, the first degree black belt. Tomar seemed to have tipped the scales very nicely, all in his favour.

"You leave me with little choice, friend Tomar," Ponkert grinned at the muscular king sheepishly. "But if you don't mind, I'd rather wait until tomorrow to make my decision."

"Fine!" Tomar nodded, draining his glass. "Now we have two other lovely ladies on tap that shouldn't be neglected."

Answering the echoing summons of Tomar's resounding hands, Leda and Mara moved the curtains aside and stepped into the room of white satin. Placing his wine aside, Ponkert let his eyes travel over the equally inviting curves of the two pleasure girls.

"Ponkert," the Hortian ruler spoke, glancing at his companion out of the side of his eyes. "I had first choice last time. Now it is your turn!"

Nodding appreciatively, Ponkert's gaze returned to the two beauties awaiting his decision. While the auburn-haired, bosomy Leda had her obvious attributes, the sultry Mara, posed seductively in her costume of an odalisque beckoned to him with unspoken words.

"It's a hard choice, my friend," Ponkert commented, "but since I must choose--I'll take Mara!"

Tomar's laughter boomed as his arms signalled the tremendous titted Leda to him, "A wise choice, my young baron. Mara is an expert in the two thousand and seven positions of the Antis Atla. While I seriously doubt that any man and woman could achieve the acrobatics described in the sacred book of love, Mara will make you think that all are possible!"

A somewhat lewd smile twisted the Earthman's lips as he watched the small Mara approach. The girl's walk, was one of a hunting tigress fully intent on seeking out and capturing her prey. There was no doubt that her prey was one Chadwick Ponkert the Third!

Every muscle in the girl's supple body seemed to ripple, announcing that they were trained--trained to please--trained to please a man! Ponkert's groin stirred with lust as his eyes probed beneath the thin diaphanous cloth that veiled her body.

Then she was before him, her naturally red lips and black eyes alive with a smile that spelled out sexuality. Without a single word, her hands stretched behind her back, pushing away the waist length strands of raven black, shining hair and finding the clasp to the halter, hiding her breasts.

The girl twisted her shoulders slightly to help the fabric fall free. Smiling, she paused in her disrobing for a few seconds to allow the man seated at her feet to get a full view of her breasts. Which is exactly what Ponkert did. Unlike Jocelyn or Leda, his newest sex companion was not over-endowed with mammary equipment. This girl's tits were more in line with the size of apples--large, swollen-looking apples that promised to be firm and sweet. Two quiescent, deep brown, fleshy mushrooms slept innocently atop the proud balls, waiting to be aroused by the hands of a man. His hands!

Her dark eyes glinting from beneath their slightly slanted lids and long curving eyelashes, the small woman glided her palms slowly down her sides and rubbed them over her thighs. Her fingers then found the tops of her purple mesh-like briefs and slid them down. With no difficulty, the girl slipped from the briefs and the attached lavender see-through bloomers. She stood completely naked, except for a jewelled anklet that circled just above a small right foot.

Smiling down at the obviously interested Earthman, letting her eyes drop to briefly examine the jutting cock at his crotch, the girl said, "Tomar, my king, was wrong. All positions described in the Antis Atla can be achieved. However, there are those far more pleasurable than others!"

I am new to your land and know little of Hortian volumes of carnal delights," he answered.

The black-haired girl's smile grew larger, "While it is sad that you are not acquainted with the holy book of love, it will give me great pleasure to show you the various positions... That is, if your stay in Hort will allow the time needed?"

"The offer is quite tempting, my little imp. But I'm afraid it would take years to explore the avenues you are offering," he smiled, reaching for the girl and gently pulling her before him on the white pillows. "For the time being, I will be satisfied with a sampling... at your own choice."

"I will do my best to please," she replied, letting her fingertips dance over his thighs and finally teasingly trace the length of his erect prick. "Does the 'Seat of Love' sound acceptable to milord baron?"

"Very much so," he mused, allowing his own fingers to gently brush over the dark haloes of her small, but definitely interesting breasts. Hoping he had not just stepped into some attempt at a god-awful-impossible-pretzeled-rear-no-entry position, he continued. "What would you like me to do?"

"Nothing," she answered in a soft whisper. "All you need to do is to sit with your back against the wall, milord. I will do the rest."

Somewhat hesitant about the proposal, he gave up his playground of mammary flesh and scooted his ass and the pillow beneath backwards. "There! Up against the wall!"

"Now, relax," the pleasure expert commanded in a soothingly sexy voice. "Relax, and I will do the rest."

Knowing that she held his undivided attention, the girl grasped his legs and straightened them before him so that he was seated at a ninety degree angle. Then on her knees, she straddled his outstretched limbs and crawled forward. The thick black mat of down, brushed over her vulva, tickled his thighs as she approached.

Seated in his lap with his fully erect cock nestled in the fur on the outside of her mound of love, the girl reached down and gently stroked the rod jutting up toward the flatness of her belly. Her tender caresses fanned the fires that simmered in his groin.

Her fingers lightly moved over his thickening shaft. Brushing here and there over the smooth sensitive skin of his prick, her frosted fingernails scratched a pleasing agitation. Likewise, her other hand wedged itself between the intimate contact of their crotches and found his testicles. His breathing increased in deepness as her delightfully cool fingers encompassed his sac and traced little swirls over his scrotum.

While the girl lavished her manual dexterity over his cock and balls, his hands once again moved to the firm, proud balls that formed her breasts. His fingers glided over the summery flesh with the same gentleness with which she massaged his sex. Like a kitten, rather than a tigress, the raven-haired beauty straddling his legs purred under his titillating administrations.

Cupping the heaving tits, his fingers kneaded the resilient flesh. Around and around the miniature globes, he worked his digital magic, drawing aroused moans from the girl's lips. Her hand tightened around his pulsing rod as it began jerking up and down the swollen thickness of his lust.

Continuing his circular path, his fingers climbed upward toward the dark patches of flesh topping the firm hills. Then, when the still sleeping nipples were within striking distance, he directed the attention of his forefingers to the brown buds. Lightly he tapped at the small buttons of pleasure, enjoying the sight as they thickened and swelled. In rapid, friction- generating movements, his fingertips brushed around the hardening nipples until they stood out like firm mushrooms perched precariously on the sleek curvature of her breasts.

He smiled, noting the lust-laden gaze of the pleasure specialist under her half-closed eyelids. Then ducking his head slightly, he moved forward. His lips reached out and lightly kissed the two stiff cherries his fingers had created. The girl shivered with excitement under his oral touch.

With no warning at all, his lips opened and captured one of the alluring buds and he sucked, eliciting a series of prodigious moans from his partner. The oral manoeuver also freed one of his hands to join the girl's, which still skilfully did their best to ignite every bit of pleasure they were capable of bringing.

Sliding his hand behind the tight grasp she held on his throbbing manhood, his fingers wove their way through the forest of black, shining pubic hairs furred over her vulva. With little difficulty, the probing tip of his index finger dipped to the top of the pouting mouth of her cunt. Teasingly, he entered the open gash, wetting his finger with the heated juices flowing from her cunt.

The girl's body quivered visibly as his seeking finger delved between the moist lips of her pussy. Sweeping waves of sensual arousement coursed through her sleek thighs in anticipation of the intimate contact that would come next.

She didn't have to wait long for the pleasure she sought. Edging his way back toward the top of the trembling cleft of her sex, his touch found the rising bulge of her clitoris. Manipulating the sensitive little nubbin of lust, he cajoled it out from beneath the thin membrane that hooded it. Beginning with soft brush-like strokes he played with the extending little button until he rolled it lasciviously in the wetness of her own excitement.

The tender attention he paid to her clit brought the results he sought. The girl's breathing was now hard and deep. Intent little whimpers of desire were constant on her lips. Her pelvis gyrated slowly against his hand, urging him to harder and more fervent explorations.

As he prepared to oblige the woman's heightening need, she suddenly pulled away from him. She panted and moaned under the desire that burned within her body.

"No more--please," she pleaded between sucking intakes of breath. "You will bring me to climax in no time this way--and I have other pleasures planned for you."

A very pleased grin spread across the Earthman's face as he nodded his approval of the girl's abrupt withdrawal. Without commenting further, she placed her hands on his shoulders and rose above him on trembling legs. The fleeting position allowed his eyes a brief glimpse of the results of his arousing foreplay. The black pubic patch of her cunt now glistened with the traces of the thick juices that filled and prepared her vagina for what was to come next.

But what came next left his mind boggled with amazement. His years of sexual adventures had left him unprepared for the strange and very exciting method by which this small girl was proposing to fuck.

Still seated with his back against the white wall of satin, the raven-haired lovely stood above him. The damp down of her mound of pleasure tickled among the dark hairs of his chest. Glancing up, his eyes were held by those of his alluring companion. She, in turn, eyed the erect pole of flesh that pulsated hard and thick from his crotch.

The 'Seat of Love, ' milord," she announced rather shakily.

Then without further comment, she began lowering herself toward the glistening crown of the erect rod. Using the expert fingers of her right hand, she reached down and guided the waiting rod to the descending lips of her pussy. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had been trained in the sensual arts of the Antis Atla. Easily, she positioned the unyielding column of meat in the warm lips of her labia. Then in one fluid motion that took his breath away, her hot pussy dropped, impaling itself on his manliness. She grunted with pleasure under the swift invasion.

The dumbfounded Earthman opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to find the words that expressed his amazement for the task this diminutive beauty had just performed!

There was nothing unusual in having a woman seated in his lap with his cock deeply entrenched in her cunt. Nor was it unusual for him to fuck with the woman taking the normal male position on top. But the way this most talented woman was fucking him was unusual--highly unusual!

To begin with, she wasn't seated in his lap. She was squatted over his crotch with his cock jammed into the tight well of her vagina and the warm curves of her ass brushing at his thighs. She smiled as his eyes locked in on the fully exposed joining of prick and pussy.

Despite the fact that this small woman, even though a specialist at her trade--or art as the case was--was squatted before him, he couldn't believe it was possible. The girl's legs were pressed at his sides, touching the wall behind him. Her hands were locked on his shoulders for support. As impossibly double-jointed as it seemed, it was happening. And it was happening to him!

But before he could accustom himself to this strange and highly erotic position, impossibility number two happened.

His cock was suddenly squeezed by a grasp that could only be described as hand-like. Not only was this girl double-jointed as an acrobat, but the muscles of her vagina were trained to take hold of a man and capture him in a vise grip of pure sensation

Totally unbelieving and fully engrossed in the abilities of this beauty, he did the only thing that he could. He groaned-- long and low and satisfied.

His eyes drifted closed as the girl, washed new waves of pleasure through his body. She wiggled her hips a little and settled even further down on his demanding prick. Firmly implanted in the liquid heat of her cunt, the girl's vaginal muscles once more seized his pulsing length. Another groan was pulled from the depths of his throat.

When his eyes finally opened, they were met by the searching gaze of his companion. He smiled and the girl returned the smile, knowing her trained abilities were serving their purpose.

It was then that he realized that the unusual position also afforded him something that no other situation of man and woman had ever given him before-- full range to manipulate his partner's clit and breasts, at the same time.