Under the rays of a dusky sun, small, tapering hands crashed against the colonel's chest.
The man fell backward over a pleasant turf to lie on it; the rustle of wings was heard, and, in the distance, shadows rose with effort. On that wild planet, ornithomorphs were the dominant species.
Lying down, the colonel became intoxicated at the sight of some feminine graces that instantly stirred his manhood.
But he winced in pain."No! Stop!" He begged,"Please get your foot out of there; how will I satisfy you if you damage it."
"I am the one there to decide the fate of your little one!" She had a ruthless or excited expression."He must be limp now!"
"But I-"
"I'm your mistress, soak him or I'll kick him!"
He unleashed a warning kick.
"No, stop! Stop, I got it!"
Evolution had given the astralis control of their penis, and the colonel could comply.
But the despot was moody."Now I want it hard, forked, and black. Now!"
"Your every wish is an order."
"I like it when you obey without objection."
She loosened her long black hair, perched on top of him."Come on Bugor, don't just stand there."
The colonel breathed voluptuously into her skin, so magnetic and desirable.
With brutality, he pinched her nipples.
"Yes! Yes!" She screamed like a demoniac."Good Bugor...keep it up."
He allowed few to call him by his battle nickname: Bugor (the shark).
A nickname they had irreverently stuck on him because of the large dissipation ridge on the back of his head; it was made of nanotek and retractable fabric; to the colonel it had nothing to do with a shark fin.
Something nearby emitted high-pitched screams and flew away in a flicker of color.
Bugor closed his eyes and gasped as the woman found what she was looking for and essayed its double turgidity.
"You are mine!" He told her."Without a chance."
The colonel's nuchal filaments came alive to embody themselves in her nerve plexuses all along her spine.
The woman arched, after a little cry of pleasure or pain. A muscle spasm spread from the cusp of her belly to the phalanges of her feet.
When the bio-synchro surged, they shared the same frantic breathing, the same quivers.
But Hugin IAS broke the idyll with a crescendo of Chopin's Nocturne.
He restored enlightenment."Mission nectunt. AA 345 30.04 07:00:00 SIC, Awakening procedure. End of dream stasis process in ten seconds - nine - eight -.