**First love**
The unknown girl, whose torn clothes remained in the hands of the maid with an evil smile, landed with a loud “pomf”, and slid a few meters away on the smooth ice field next to the palace. “I will not give you any more warnings. If you put your foot in the palace one more time, you will be burned in the blue fire!” said the maid and slammed the door. I hurried to the one lying on the ground. I felt her pain, because not too long ago I was also thrown onto the floor. In addition, this girl seemed to be worse off than me. On her naked body, a lot of older and new bruises and cuts were visible, no matter how hard she tried to hide them, she couldn’t hide them all.
“Stay away, if you know what is best for you, stranger. If they see us together, they won’t be willing to make love to you at the palace.” she said, still crouching on her belly, to cover her injuries.
“What do you mean? Do you know who I am and why I came?”
“Yes, I saw your coming.” When she was willing to look at me after a long time, I saw that she could have been a spiritual leader in this icy community based on the ornaments she had in her hair. At least she wanted to be. Her short hair encircled her head, but she had countless thin strips which she put into ice beads, hiding the ends of each braid into clips made of velvet. In addition, apart from the injuries caused by human hands, she had painted motifs on her face. I saw that she wouldn’t want to stand up because she felt ashamed, but I couldn’t help her with my short skirt. There was nothing else to do; I went through the little door into which the queen’s maid disappeared.
“Where are you going? If you don’t obey them they will never accept you in” the girl shouted desperately, but I didn’t listen to her.
“If these people are able to watch as you freeze to your death, without clothes, away from the blue flame, then they don’t deserve my company.” I replied.
As soon as I entered, I saw the former pretty maid. She had probably heard everything because she made a facial expression as if she had been betrayed. I didn’t even look at her. Without saying anything I grabbed the ragged outfit of the who girl outside. The maid tried to hit my hand, but she seemed more hurt by it. Then she changed tactics. She definitely wanted to prevent me from getting close to her competitor. She stopped me by rubbing my dick under my skirt rags with her soft thighs. I have to say, in the heat of the moment, it really prevented me from moving. With her leg she made slow, circular movements, moving my balls up and down. It was quite exciting and my tool slowly lifted the cloth. Then she began to caress my chest with her thin fingers, and when I bent over – because she was very short – she bit my lips fiercely, almost spilling some blood. She bit, crazily licked and sucked my mouth. With all her movements, she tried to win me over to her side, and almost succeeded in it. But as much as I wanted to throw her at the table in the room and fuck her brains out, I couldn’t get the image of the defenseless girl lying in the garden out of my head. After some pouting and slight irritation, I lifted the maid and put her aside. The girl on the outside looked so grateful to me with her shining eyes as I put her stolen, torn clothes on her shoulders, that a tingling feeling ran all over my body. My chest got heavy, my mind went blank.
By the time I calmed down, the grateful girl took my hand shyly and led me to her house behind the palace, which was very close to the everlasting frost storms. The house’s outside looked neglected, but the interior was surprisingly comfortable: only one candle-sized flame of the blue fire fluttered freely in the middle of the room, the flame was led by translucent icicle-tubes into every corner of the room. Their mysterious, reassuring light filled up everything, one’s mood improved just by looking at it. And then the sight of the girl who took care of this structure! I noticed that as soon as we got into the warm room, the hoarfrost on the loose skin melted and, like a transparent gel, made her shoulder, collarbone and the skin between her breasts shine. I noticed that although her body was far from the queen’s tall, well-endowed shape, she had a more mature body as if she belonged to the middle class; as if she were the missing link. Her silhouette widened on her hips, her dark blue nipples were rounder, and her breasts were slightly larger. Unfortunately, I could not admire the sight for a long time, because when she offered me a seat next to one of the fluorescent lamps, she quickly clothed herself in a dress with horizontal lines and snowflake motifs.
“Drink this herbal tea to relieve the pain on your face, though the wound will not go away.”
“You didn’t even tell me your name,” I broke the silence and sipped the hot, fruit-flavored tea that she gave me.
“I’m Bing. But saying my name brings misfortune according to the rest of the residents.”
“At the palace you said you knew I’d come. What did you mean by that? Are you a seer?”
“Something like that. I was the spiritual leader of the kingdom until the queen deprived me of my rank.” “What happened? What kind of disagreement can be so severe to cause an internal strife when your kind is on the verge of extinction?”
“I wasn’t born a worker. By rules of nature once in a long time some girls are born, who are able to defend and upkeep the blue fire in the castle. This fire is led underground to all houses, even if we have the column wall, which keeps the storms away, we would still freeze without the fire. And we were not only able to tame the spirit of the fire. We also had the potential to become a queen when we grew older.”
“Was there a time when more queens reigned?”
“Yes, when the vivacious and fertile men began to shrink in numbers, there were several queens at the same time, because there was a greater chance that one of them would bear offspring. However, our Queen Oighear did not tolerate her rivals, and when she expelled the last working man, beyond the column, she eliminated her rivals too. In fact, she even turned the life of the middle caste, the shamans, into a nightmare.”
“What happened to them? And how come you are still here?”
“She made them to low-rank slaves. Some refused to live like that and tested their luck. They went into an underground cave system extending beyond our column, to see if they led to an ancient, underground kingdom where they would be appreciated. But none of them returned. And I couldn’t go, because if I did, there would be no one left to feed the blue fire in the palace. Queen Oighear is strong, but she can’t tend to the fire alone.”
I thought about her story for a long time. Well, well, I’m on my first side mission, on the first planet, but my determination is immediately weakened. To help maintain a dynasty whose ruler ignores the lives of his subjects? I just couldn’t sympathise with Oighear. It may be that she is beautiful, but her heart is really made out of ice. I was touched by Bing’s story, despite warnings and abuses she always sneaked into the palace and tended to the blue fire. Interestingly, although I was staring at thin air, I felt my groin area growing. Bing was more and more sympathetic to me based on her story. I felt weightless as if floating above the floor. One of her clothes’ strings seemed to stand out, while Bing was looking for materials to fix her torn clothes; the edge of one of the icicles had caught a part of her attire. And by the time she took two steps, the tube pulled her clothes off and I finally saw her whole body uncovered. Bing was paralyzed, she forgot to cover herself for a minute. Then, in her eyes tears gathered which flowed down on her scarred face and became snowflakes in the air. She gave out a shriek because she felt humiliated. I jumped next to her and held her hand before she could suffer any more damage. After all, this fragile, beautiful body was already hurt enough. While I was holding her down with one hand, I gently stroked her other bruises with the other hand, following the outlines of them on her whole body, her neck, shoulders, back and sides.
“Don’t look at me, it’s enough for me to live with these wounds.” She whined in pain. – “No matter what I do, they don’t disappear. Even scratched ice is not able to fill in the formed scratches perfectly.” Her face shone, the motifs painted on her forehead were plainly visible now, just like my male member. How could I comfort her?
“There is no reason to cover them, these are not your shame, but your ruler’s and her servant’s.” To give my words more meaning, with the tip of my tongue, I began to follow the line of one scar that began under Bing’s ear and ended over her breast. I felt the wet touch tickling her because she shivered a little, and as if her mouth were smiling slightly. Soon I found that she was no longer trying to rid herself of my strong embrace, but caressing my back, the shoulder area with her arm.
“You should stop, you really won’t receive the Queen’s favor.”
“I don’t care, I want to be with you now.” I leaned on her face to look into her eyes. I wiped her hair, the beads on her tassels twisted.
“Are you sure?” She whispered finally, I felt a warm breath on my face.
“Yes, I want you to be the first.” She seemed to give in, her whole body relaxed. She closed her eyes and pulled her hair so they wouldn’t cover her breasts. I started stroking one, sometimes just the tip of the nipple, and sometimes grabbing and squeezing all of it. I was burning up, but I didn’t want to rush. How could I take this fragile body without causing it pain? I started to kiss her soft cheeks, face, eyes, and lips. The rough lips opened slowly, letting in more and more of my tongue. Her breathing became deeper and longer, turning into sighs. With one of my hands, I reached out to her loin, stroked her short, rough pubic hair searched for her vulva. I put my fingers between her labia and made circular movements and felt as her body responded. Her skin became warmer as did her whole body, it was as if we began to evaporate while embracing each other in this cold world. When the outer walls became wet, I was afraid it would freeze in the cold, so I prepared my tool. She carefully opened her legs, and I slipped in between her smooth thighs, the end of my penis adjusting to her entrance. The sight of her sensual body in the blue neon light drove me mad. She gently locked her hands around my neck, and then, a few moments later, I penetrated her. I felt that my penis encountered a tight resistance. Bing suppressed a painful moan and tore at some of my hair a little. Her body was tense. When my kisses seemed to have calmed her down, I started pulling my tool slowly in and out. With every single push I went in deeper and she became tighter. Bing moaned softly in my ear and rubbed my hair, I gently nibbled her neck. I felt that I deeply entered her body, and from all the pleasure, my male member made small movements up and down so as to rub as much of her soft vaginal walls as possible. As a result of the movement, I felt a hot sensation in my loins and a tingling sensation on my glans. Instinctively, I accelerated my tempo, because my desire grew more and more, my testicles tensed up. The two genitalia meeting made me feel that I had become one with this girl, I felt each of her small movements, even her breathing seemed to touch me down there. Spiritually, as if we were on one plane, I felt my skull’s wall thinning and her thoughts, soul entering it. Our fierce game was nearing its end. I instinctively felt that I had to push inward, eagerly uncovering more of her body. Bing was hugging me around my neck more and more now and her nails drove slightly into my shoulder’s skin, wiping away my sparkling sweat. I pushed half my face to her ear. Just a few more thrusts and I felt a tickling force that would break out of my cock and fill her. I moved my now half erect penis slowly, to get out every drop of semen. Then I slowly pulled it out and lay next to Bing. I pulled her close to embrace and to feel each other’s breath and heartbeat through my skin.
I felt complete as if I had filled a few gaps in my soul. I stroked Bing’s face with and kissed her forehead. She let me cherish her. I think she was happy despite her pain, because she smoothed her sweaty body to mine, and fell asleep so fast that I didn’t even notice when she shut her eyes. But after a few moments I could hear a silent breathing which I felt on my chest hair. Perhaps she was more peaceful than she had ever been in her life, and I felt very happy too. Is this what mortal people feel when they are in love?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ka0k8v/the_breeders_guide_to_the_galaxy_chapter_02_a
Phenomenal! ?