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~ Forbidden Passion ~
A Story of Forbidden Love in a Faraway Galaxy
Dee Dawning
Copyright © 2007 Dee Dawning
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Part One – The Lovers
After hiking four leagues from her village, Adalina could sense his closeness. She rushed up the hill before her and as she crested the rise in the meadow, there he was. Her heart leapt, the object of all her dreams was less than a hundred-fifty cubits away. She became elated when Mitheas waved at her. She waved back and he threw her a kiss. Her pulse rose as her heart raced. She could barely wait for his strong arms to enfold her once more as his large hands to roamed her body.
She was deeply, hopelessly in love with one it was forbidden for her to be with.
They were meeting, as they often had, in a green meadow beside Caspia Sea, the great inland body of water, located less than a half league from the roadway that meanders between his city and her village. It was a safe meeting place, a location where few traveled, where they could be together, alone, unseen. It was a hideaway where they could make love freely, without fear of discovery.
Recalling how happy he made her and how wonderful he made her feel when she was in his arms, Adalina picked up her pace. She moved faster and faster. Soon, she began to sprint across the meadow, her garments flying off as she discarded her clothing while she ran.
* * * *
Seeing her dashing across the meadow, undressing as she drew closer, Mitheas had to laugh. She was so alive, so vibrant, and so utterly beautiful. She exuded vitality and gaiety. Just watching her rush to him made him feel giddy. He felt a tingly feeling of excitement in his chest and marveled at how happy he’d been since they first met. She made him feel, right now, like the king he was destined to be. It was heartbreaking that he couldn’t declare his love for her—that they had to hide their illicit lovemaking.
By the time she reached Mitheas, she was out of breath and naked. Laughing, she playfully jumped into his arms, wrapping her limbs around his neck and waist. Holding her tight, he closed his eyes and kissed her as they spun in a circle. Round and round, they turned until they were almost sick with dizziness, laughing as they fell; each sprawled out on the grass soaking up the warmth, staring into the sky. It was a warm summer day and both suns were high in the heavens.
After their heads had cleared and they stopped laughing, Mitheas rolled onto his side. He reached out and placed his hand over her breast. She closed her eyes and shivered before turning her head toward him, gazing at him with obvious love.
* * * *
How she loved him. She wanted to scream it to the sky, to the sea, to the two suns, to the God of Love, of Nature and of Bounty. Mitheas’ face was beautiful. His eyes were cobalt blue, darker but not unlike the tint of his skin. His nose was straight and noble, his lips thin, his mouth wide.
She ran long fingers along his cheek, then behind his head. She gradually pulled his face toward her yearning mouth. As his cool lips engaged hers, they locked, while his long, blue tongue invaded her mouth. She tensed as his tongue engaged hers, a pleasant sensation surging through her. As his large hands began to wander over her body, her ass, her breasts, she wanted more. Oh yes, she wanted much more. After the long, luscious, passionate kiss, she rolled away, got on her knees, and stood up. With hands on hips, laughing and eyeing him in a mischievous manner, she teased him. “Just how are you going to make love to me with your clothes on? Or did you suddenly discover modesty?”
* * * *
Sitting eyelevel with Adalina’s sexy mound, Mitheas’ gaze roved over her. Adalina was shorter than he, almost a head, yet, because of her lithe frame, she appeared regal. Her flawless skin possessed a lavender tinge, typical of the Fala. Her intense purple eyes, were framed with plum-colored lashes and perfectly-arched platinum eyebrows. He adored her smooth face. High cheekbones accented her long straight nose and thin raised lips. Her long platinum hair had been tied back to accommodate the royal hairpiece she had discarded with her clothes, thus revealing her sensual pointed ears, a Falan trait.
Adalina was as beautiful as you would expect a Falan princess to be. She was both sinewy and shapely, seemingly created for sex. It drove him near madness. He coveted her body, and dreamed about it, more often than not, when they were apart.
She was an ardent swimmer, which seemed to keep her in excellent condition for their long strenuous sessions of lovemaking. Her breasts were high as young breasts usually are and not very large. Mitheas knew that she loved the feel of his mouth on her breasts and when he suckled at her breasts, her lilac-colored nipples became swollen and taut. Ironically, the breasts he loved came from the despised Earthlings, since the Fala didn’t have breasts until they came. As far as he was concerned, the development of breasts was the only good thing that had come from the Earthlings. Certainly, the advent of pubic and body hair wasn’t welcome on their otherwise perfectly smooth bodies. But enough! Right now, his obsession, Ada, his sexy lover, was here naked in front of him, exuding desire.
He sensed her growing impatience. “Mitheas, are you going to answer me?”
Mitheas arched an eyebrow, “Maybe I don’t want to make love.”
Her smile changed from playful to curious. “Oh! What are we here for, to go swimming in the sea?”
“To make love, but maybe I’d rather do something else. Something better.”
She edged forward, close enough where the clit at the bottom of her mound was teasing his wide eyes, near enough that he could sense a stimulating feminine bouquet being emitted from the succulent treasure between her legs.
Adalina, who exhibited a never-ending thirst for sex, seemed curious.
“What might that be?” she wanted to know, placing her hands upon her hips. “What could be better than making love to me?”
Shaking off the sudden erotic vision the proximity of Adalina’s scintillating genitals had provoked, Mitheas reached for the bag he had earlier set beside him and showed her its contents.
Adalina cocked her head and placed her fist under her chin: “Cassal berries? Eating Cassal berries is better than having sex. Are you daft?”
“It can be,” He flashed a mischievous smile, “If I eat them off you.”
Adalina’s eyes grew wide. Her skin blushed a bright violet and she giggled, waving her forefinger at him as she said, “Naughty, naughty boy.”
Laughing with delight, she tried to turn and run, but with catlike grace, he grabbed her hips and slowly pulled her wriggling form toward his flailing tongue: “Whoa! Not so fast!” When his lengthy tongue began to lick her ultra sensitive clit, she desisted. Still standing, she stiffened and gasped then moaned. She reached down and ran her fingers through his dense ebony hair. She lifted one leg up and placed her thigh over his broad shoulder, dangling the rest of her leg down his back, in order to increase his access to her purplish pussy. Almost immediately, she did the same with her other leg. Now off the ground, her thighs resting upon his broad shoulders, her slinky form commenced an undulating motion, grinding her hot, soaking cleft into his welcoming mouth.
With his tongue still massaging her clit and his hands wrapped around her back, he lowered her to the grassy earth.
Mitheas scooted to his knees. Scrutinizing Adalina’s lovely form now lying prostrate before him, he grabbed the bag of Cassal Berries, took a handful of the orange berries and crushed them over both of her breasts. He could feel her nipples rise and harden as he applied the squished fruit.
“Mmmm,” he murmured as he wrapped his lips around a jutting nipple, licking and sucking the Cassal Berry juice.
“Mmmm, is right,” she said, half laughing. “God, I love it when you do that. Sometimes I wish you had two heads so you could suck both of my nipples at the same time.”
“I wouldn’t like having two heads; it’s too hard concentrating on you with one let alone two,” Mitheas joked, now attending her other breast.
Adalina laughed with delight. One hand traced its way down toward her clitoris. Touching her there, she stiffened. “Ahh. Don’t talk anymore, just keep making me feel good, baby,” then playfully she added, “On second thought, three heads would be even better,”
Mitheas paused. “You would want me to be a three headed monster so I could be a better lover?”
Clearly enjoying herself, she said, “When you put it that way, I guess not. Actually, you are perfect just the way you are. Ooh, ooh, my hungry pussy is calling you. It craves the attention of your forked tongue. Can you hear it?”
Mitheas raised up and whispered sexily in her ear, “Your wish is my command. I’m going to go down on your fabulous pussy now. Are you ready?”
She nodded vigorously.
His tongue left Adalina’s gorgeous face and headed south, leaving a wet path on every sensuous spot on her streamlined, lithesome body. Her neck, breasts, ribs, navel, hips, loins and pubis all gleamed from moisture as Mitheas finally arrived at his destination—her delicious moist blossom. Wrapping an arm around each of her thighs, he spread her folds with his thumbs and dug in. Fervently, inserting his tongue into her sopping wet pussy, his right hand went to her clit, massaging it with his fingers.
Mitheas paused long enough to grab another handful of berries. He crushed some allowing the juice to trickle over her, then shoved the balance in her luscious vagina. Plunging back between her legs, he took pleasure in sharp, tangy blend the berries created with her juices.
Ada began to whimper, which soon switched to sighing and then moaning.
Mitheas focused his full attention on Adalina’s tasty twat. He flittered his long, blue, forked tongue over her clit and into her vagina, while talented fingers, now free to tickle, tease and squeeze, moved up her lithe torso, circling and squeezing her bloated nipples.
Mitheas loved eating Adalina’s pussy. He loved the taste, especially enhanced by the tangy cassal berries. Also, he loved the way it gave her such pleasure and made her go out of control, but most of all, he loved the extraordinary view from between her legs. He opened his eyes and scanned the length of Adalina’s lean, sensuous frame. Her back arched off the grass and her head tossing from side to side, as did her hips. Her arms periodically slapped the ground and she moaned between sighs of his name, “Ahhhh, it feels so good Mitheas.” Occasionally, she’d run her long fingers through his hair, sometimes closing her fist around a bunch and pulling, as she elevated her hungry snatch into his mouth. “Don’t stop… yes… that’s it, more of that, give me more, much more, mmmm… mmm. I love it! Eat me baby, suck on my clit… you are so good. You always make me feel so good …”
* * * *
When Mitheas began to flick her nipples with his fingers, a subtle awareness came over her. Inexorably the sensation spread from her clitoris to the extremities of her body. An indescribably pleasant, tickly curtain descended over her. Every touch, every current of air that brushed her uncovered body, made her quiver in anticipation. She was coming. Past the point of no return, waves of pleasure washed over her, culminating in a sudden euphoric, sensory explosion. Her body rocked back and forth. She screamed, clutching his hair in her fists, moving his head in time with her heaving motion.
In moments, it was over. Whimpering, she went limp, completely relaxed. But not for long. After a few moments to recover from her explosive climax, Adalina raised up on her knees and said, “Now, it’s your turn.” She started ripping Mitheas’ clothes off and when he was naked she ground the remaining orange cassal berries over his large rigid blue cock. “I hope the orange glaze on your cock tastes as good as it looks.”
She cupped his balls in her left hand as he liked, squeezing them as she stroked his long shaft languidly with her right hand. “Your cock seems so large; I sometime wonder how it can possibly fit inside me.”
Adalina detected a bead of pre-cum on the head of Mitheas bold cock and lapped it up. “Mmm, it’s tasty when mixed with the Cassal berry juice.” She took the head of his royal rod into her mouth. She milked it, his moans exciting her more and more, as she continued to use her hand to stoke the shaft in time with the downward thrusts of her mouth. He closed his hands upon her platinum hair, trying to guide her movement.
She glanced up and their eyes met. He seemed to be watching her as she impaled mouth on his shaft. He moved his hand down from her hair and placed it over the hand that stroked him. It seemed like he couldn’t take his eyes off her as her mouth slid up and down on his cock. He slipped his hand to her lips through which his member pummeled her tonsils and felt his staff sliding in and out of her.
She could tell by the puckering of his jewels that he was about to cum. Yanking her head away, while continuing to stroke him, she saw the eyes roll back in his head. Accompanying Mitheas’ groans of pleasure, a fountain of thick fluid gushed forth wildly, shooting randomly in multiple directions, with a couple of drops reaching her platinum hair. After the initial eruption of four or five spurts, each diminishing in intensity, the force of the thick, creamy, pinkish cum reduced to a stream running down his masculine shaft, much of which ran over Adalina’s hand.
She liked watching this display of his sexuality, but she was not yet finished. Using one of his discarded socks, she wiped the seminal fluid from her hand and his groin. She placed her hand back on his semi-rigid cock and continued stroking it, until it was again hard, then in one graceful motion, she raised herself above him and mounted him, easing his huge erection inside her a half inch at a time. Fully impaled on him, she wasted no time moving raucously in an erratic rocking circular motion, her sensitive parts pushing into his uplifted groin. His hands wandered back and forth between her hips and her breasts where he teased her purple nipples with his fingers. She loved this position. This is the best feeling in the world. She felt like she was fucking him when she was on top, as opposed to being fucked in the other positions. She had control of the motions that would most please her and set her aflame. She ground her vulva into Mitheas’ pubic area, easing back and forth as if riding a boonsan—the Galan riding animal. After feverish minutes of hard fucking she once again, experienced orgasmic bliss, jerking spasmodically, burying his cock inside her to the hilt.
Regaining her equilibrium, but still shaking, she rolled off of Mitheas onto her hands and knees. Mitheas ran his hand inside her thighs. “Wait, don’t move.”
She stopped. With a curious look, she said, “What?”
Mitheas got up on his knees and maneuvered behind her.
She smiled. “You wicked man. Don’t you ever get enough?”
“Nay. You are the one who is insatiable.”
She purred as he massaged her genitals from her swollen ultra-sensitive clit to her moist recess. She gasped as slipped his engorged penis deep between her warm wet folds into her hot pussy. Clenching his teeth he pumped into her haven once more. “Ummm, besides it’s your fault.”
“Oooh, oh yeah. God that feels good.” She groaned. “How is it my fault?”
Holding onto her hips, he pulled her back onto his cock driving it deep inside her wet pussy. “It was you who stuck your fine, taut ass up in the air. And from between your legs the folds of your sex winked at me, as if to say come and get me.”
Adalina laughed uproariously but Mitheas wasn’t laughing. Vibrations in her pussy surrounded him, tightening and gripping him like a vice. He was about to come, again and did.
With a final thrust, he deposited the last drop of pink seminal fluid deep inside her and flopped over on the grass, exhausted, his erection, pointing to the sky, slowly dissipating.
She snuggled up beside him and then she angled her upper torso over his and laid her head high on his chest. His eyes were closed and he didn’t move, so she took each of his hands and crossing his arms around her neck placed his right hand on her left breast and the left to her right breast. Contented she closed her eyes and soon they both fell into a restful sleep.
* * * *
With a jolt, Adalina awoke. Did I hear something? Looking into the sky, she noticed the small yellow sun Parris had caught up to and passed the red giant Darius. That meant that many minutes had passed, perhaps even an hour or more. She sat up and Mitheas stirred. When she stood up, Mitheas spoke, “What are you doing?”
“I feel sticky; I’m going to the lake to bathe.”
“No! Don’t leave yet. I feel like making love again.”
“When I get back, baby.”
“But, you’ll be all wet and cold!”
She laughed, and said, “Another new sensation for us to experience.”
Mitheas feigned a move toward her, and she jumped.
He laughed and said, “Hurry my love.” He grasped his erect penis, and held it out for her to see. “My manly pride needs your special attention.”
* * * *
Freshly bathed and still dripping wet, Adalina came around the corner of a stand of trees, planning to run and jump into the waiting arms of her lover. Instead, three helmeted soldiers, with loaded spear-guns, were standing around him. She started to run to him when someone grabbed her from behind.
Adalina stomped on his foot and broke away, but another soldier grabbed her before she advanced three paces. Swinging her fisted right hand and connecting with her new assailant, she broke free once more only to find herself corralled by the original attacker, who’d recovered. He grabbed, and held both of her arms behind her, pushing her towards the other soldiers and Mitheas.
The leader spoke, “A Fala and a pretty one. Prince Mitheas, you know better than that. Co-mingling with Falas out of season is forbidden. Your grandfather, the king, will be sorely disappointed.”
“As I am sorely disappointed in you, Cap’n Magis. Sneaking around and following me.”
“The law is clear and applies to everyone. Even royalty. However, because of your status, I will grant you and your tramp Fala a favor. I will not mention in my report that you were seen fornicating the Fala.”
“Do as you will. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed about. I will proudly proclaim my love for Ada to grandpa, and that we have made love.”
“Humpf!” Cap’n Magis turned to his men and said, “Take the wench to the castle and place her in detention.”
“Yes Cap’n,” answered the sergeant.
They placed a pole behind Adalina’s back and between the crook of her elbows and bound her hands. Wide-eyed, Ada stared imploringly at Mitheas. Tears had welled up in her eyes. Groping her as they did, the soldiers tied a rope around her waist and strung it to the large six-legged boonsan, then led her off.
“Don’t worry, my love. Everything will be fine. I’ll see to it,” yelled Mitheas.
She turned, and forced herself to smile. Now Mitheas was worried. He whispered to the Cap’n. “I will personally hold you responsible should anything befall her. You hear!”
Cap’n Magis, concern now revealed in his eyes shouted, “Oh sergeant!” The sergeant turned to the Cap’n. “One more thing. Make sure that you and your men keep your hands off the sexy, Fala whore.”
The Sergeant bowed his head and said, “As you wish, sir”
“What about my clothes?” yelled Adalina, not liking the long stares she was getting from the soldiers.
“What clothes? I see no garments.”
“They’re scattered about.” Mitheas said.
The sergeant asked his commander, “Should I gather her clothing?”
“Nay. I want Lor D’ana to see the Fala harlot the way we found her.”
Part Two – The Law
The next morning, the guards retrieved the lavender-tinged Fala maiden from her restraining cocoon. They led her barefoot over the cold stone flooring up stairs and through numerous hallways, occasionally pushing her in the back as they went. One of the guards would periodically provoke her by grabbing her teat or pinching her bun.
“Keep your filthy hands off me,” she screamed at the harassing guard.
He laughed. “I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes,” he said. “Your good looks and sexy body won’na carry no weight wit our Lor.”
With one in front and two behind Adalina, the guards led her through a huge pair of doors, into an enormous room. Dozens of spectators, many aristocrats, lined the carpeted path to the throne. The guards pushed the young Fala forward. Though she was small and naked she stood up straight as she passed the snickering, gossiping audience and approached the imposing king—the grandfather of her forbidden lover. The cruel guard seemed to take pleasure in personally pushing her forward and roughly throwing her down at the feet of Lor D’ana.
Cap’n Magis spoke, “As you requested Sire, we have brought the Fala maiden who was discovered in the company of your grandson Mitheas.”
“Thank you Magis. Stand up child, please.”
As she stood, D’ana scrutinized the naked Fala. At two and a half cubits compared to his three and a quarter cubits, she was small, even for a Fala maiden. He decided she must be young. “How old are you?” asked the king.
She stood looking proud despite her circumstances and spoke. “I am over twelve cycles. My Lor.”
She is young. “Cap’n Magis, why is the prisoner unclothed?”
“It is the way we found her when we captured her, as was your grandson.”
Speaking in falsetto, “My grandson was naked?” Lor D’ana inquired.
The captain looked down and nodded, a subtle smile forming on his lips.
Anger tinged D’ana’s voice, “And you could not locate clothing for the Fala? Are we so crass that we treat our prisoners worse than animals?”
Cap’n’s eyes grew wide at Lor D’ana’s unexpected response. “I’m sorry, Sire. As a law breaker, I did not think she deserved such considera—”
“As a presumed law breaker. I have not yet decided, Cap’n.” D’ana’s voice boomed.
Magis now seemed frightened to look upon his king. “Yes, of course, Sire.”
* * * *
Lor D’ana studied the nude body of the Fala maiden. She was very pleasant on his eyes. “Child, you don’t care that we perceive your nakedness?”
“Of course, I would prefer to be clothed, but we fala are proud of our bodies and think they are beautiful, therefore we do not care when others happen to see them.”
“Tell me child, what are those round objects below your shoulders.”
The corners of the fala’s lips curved upward. “They are called breasts, my Lor. I think it has been too long since you have visited the Fala.”
Lor D’ana hid his embarrassment by firing another question at the maiden: “Why were you and my grandson discovered unclothed?”
The fala opened her mouth as if to speak, but said nothing.
“Child. Did you not hear my question? Why were you and Mitheas found naked?”
D’ana thought he saw a steely resolve on the fala’s pretty face. “I wish not to answer. My Lor.”
“Why child?”
The fala’s eyes began to tear. “I wish not for you to be angry with your grandson, whom I love more than life.”
Love? Lor D’ana knew he’d heard that word somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where. “What is love, child?”
The fala straightened as if proudly exhibiting her breasts. Breasts? What an interesting phenomenon. “It is an emotion from the elder days,” she said, a feeling, a commitment of undying affection and devotion. Milor.”
Lor D’ana set his chin upon his fisted raised hand. “About what would I be angry?”
A strong voice reverberated from the rear of the throne room. “Because we had just made love, grandfather.” All eyes turned and watched the handsome young prince, heir to Lor D’ana, since the death of his father, stride forward to the throne platform.
Lor D’ana rose to hug his grandson. “Ah, Mitheas, it is good to feel your presence. You are always welcome, grandson.”
Seated back on his throne, a puzzled look on his face he queried Mitheas, “Tell me, what is ‘made love’?”
Mitheas tried and failed to restrain a smile. He stepped up to his grandfather, bent down whispered in his ear. “It’s when a mala and fala affectionately have sexual congress.”
Lor D’ana looked confused. “What is that?”
Mitheas whispered again. “It’s when the mala sticks his erect penis in the fala’s vagina. It’s sometimes called fucking.”
Lor D’ana’s eyes grew wide. “Cap’n Magis. I wish to speak with my grandson in private. Would you clear the hall?”
The Cap’n and his guards began to clear the hall. The troublesome guard grabbed the Fala maiden by her arm and started to lead her away.
D’ana spoke loudly, “Leave her, please!”
The guard shrugged and left.