“Klara, I’m bored,” the Princess pouted, rising sensuously from her bath, the perfumed liquid slowly spilling down her body, as if to savour its brief seconds upon the voluptuous royal form. It swam between and around her round breasts, hung off her dark nipples with glee, down the flat tummy, fighting to cling to this most radiant of flesh. Her long, raven-black hair hung like thick oil down the small of her back, tickling the tip of her buttocks. Her recently trimmed pubic hair shone delectably between her thighs, a pleasure beacon for those who would risk all to play with such tempestuous fire. “What play thing can you offer me today?”
Immediately several slave girls were upon her, brandishing soft towels to dry the glistening body of their better. Each woman was stunning in her own right, a harem of exotic lovelies from across the known universe, scantily dressed in silks and little else, but none came close to the fathomless beauty of the Princess Aura.
“You’ll be pleased to know that the rocket cycle you commissioned Prince Vultan to build is ready, your highness,” came the soft, honey-coated reply over the com-system. Klara was Aura’s personal secretary – every girl should have one.
“Oh goody,” Aura said, delighted. It wasn’t fair that the Hawkmen got to fly around naturally while their betters had to use shuttles and rocket ships. In a fit of royal righteousness she ordered Vultan to build her something so she would fly, preferably ‘fast and sleek’. This way, she’d get to experience what those bird-brains took for granted and openly flaunted over the non-flying subjects of Mongo.
“Oh, and Prince Barin called – again,” Klara mentioned idly.
Aura sighed. That Prince Barin. They may be betrothed by a twisted order of her father’s to keep his enemies close at hand (really, what was that all about?) but Barin was like a newborn Frigia wolf pup, constantly following her around, almost sniffing her crotch and trying to hump her leg when the opportunity arose. He was cute, in a Princely ostentatious way, and for the good of the Empire she would marry him (eventually) but the thoughts of bedding down with that breeches-stretching, mousey moustached Arborian was simply too much to contemplate right now.
“Ready my ship.” Aura murmured, holding onto the head of a purple-skinned slave girl whose tongue deftly parted her silky wet labia. She gazed almost loving down upon her, but Princess Aura was incapable of love. “I’ll leave within the hour.” With hands caressing her full breasts, lips softly mouthing her warm, tingling skin, Aura allowed herself to be devoured by her female minions.
* * *
Prince Vultan’s Kingdom was an immense silver city floating in the kaleidoscopic skies of Mongo, supported by ion-powered rocket boosters in its undercarriage (and not, as was rumoured, by radioactive Oreion Furnaces fuelled by slave labour). Those who disliked and were untrusting of the Hawkmen jokingly referred to Vultan’s Kingdom as the ‘bird’s nest’. Yet in the spirit of animosity for all of Ming the Merciless’ dominated subjects, the Hawkmen too had their own names for other kingdoms, and some just as flattering.
Princess Aura’s shuttle docked at one of the many landing bays and here she marched down the steps in grand pomposity. The interior of Vultan’s kingdom was silver and glittery; it made Aura’s eyes hurt. Each and every time she visited this bird cage she always swore that she’d ask Father to blast it from the sky. No malice intended; this request was based purely from a decorative purpose.
For her maiden flight on Vultan’s rocket cycle Aura was dressed accordingly: a skin-tight, red latex flight suit with zipper running from between her thighs, parting her swelling breasts to rest below her neckline. She wore black, knee-high leather boots with matching, elbow length gloves. Resting on her hip the Princess held a flying helmet, black and red, with jagged Mongo electro-bolts on each side, a shaded visor streaking across the rim.
“Princess Aura!” boomed Prince Vultan, he on hand, along with several others to greet the royal guest. A large, blithesome Hawkman, his brown eyes smiling as brightly as the toothy grin from his near all-encompassing bearded face, the leader of the winged warrior race held out his arms as if to dare hug the only daughter of Ming.
“Prince Vultan,” Aura began, curtly, “if you assume to handle me in the fashion of those common Hawkgirl serfs then you are gravely mistaken.”
“Oh come now, Princess,” the bearded Prince chuckled, “we’re all friends here!”
Had Vultan not shuffled out of the way Aura would have surely stepped through him. She paused, and looked over her shoulder. “I think not,” she said.
Vultan shrugged. “Never mind,” he continued, “I’m sure that – “
“Oh, and Prince Vultan,” Aura said, in a hushed, serious tone, “If you pinch my bottom again I will get Father to blast your kingdom to atoms.”
The Hawkman nodded, sombrely. His party nervously glanced at one another. Aura, like her father, didn’t throw around threats too lightly.
“Besides,” she smiled, a twinkle of mischief in her eye, “you’re far too rough.”
Vultan grinned, and then exploded with laughter. “Never let it be said that Ming’s daughter can’t pull the wings of an old bird like me! Now come, let me show you your rocket cycle!”
* * *
Aura was led by Vultan and his party through several argentite corridors and hurried in and out of two elevators. She was not used to being led, but would put up with it for the present as it was a means to an end. With Vultan chirping about this and that, something mundane regarding her father and Party policy or some such or other Aura’s eyes strayed to two of the three accompanied Hawkmen who marched behind her and the Prince. How could she have missed them? Unlike the third, elder Hawkman, whom she recognized as one of Vultan’s close aides, this duo of bipedal hawks were quite tasty birds indeed. They were tall, muscular (what was it about Hawkmen and their muscles?) their half naked rigid bodies rippling underneath the skimpy leather straps and furry crotch wear, albeit bulging, furry crotch wear. Both had the customary Hawkman brown eyes and shoulder length hair, though one had sandy hue and the other had a bronze twinge. Their wings, the proud and selfish possession of all Hawkmen rustled behind them, folded neatly in respect of their regal visitor. On one or two occasions they caught the eye of the curious Princess, yet knew better than to stare. Nevertheless, Aura enjoyed feasting her eyes upon the two Hawk studs, and wondered quietly how much of a gooey mess would these two birds in her hand would make?
“Ah, here we are,” Vultan said, leading Aura into a room marked LABORATORY V. Hanging from the ceiling of the spacious studio by chrome chains was what she assumed to be her rocket cycle, and it was all that she imagined and more. When she commissioned Vultan she told him that she wanted a vehicle built for speed, yet nothing too overtly comfortable. She wanted to feel the Mongo wind in her face as she pierced the clouds like a world-killer asteroid. With this machine, a mechanical marvel of sliver and black, she could strap herself in and zip from one satellite to the next, away from the prying eyes of Klytus’ Secret Police, who, it seemed of late, followed her everywhere. With thoughts of the leering Klytus tainting this moment, not to mention Vultan rattling off a series of facts and figures regarding the cycle’s performance (by the Gods of Mongo, he could talk!) she was eager to step into the rocket cycle and penetrate the heavens.
“Not so fast, Princess,” Vultan told her, a section of the floor suddenly parting and a beam of light blasted through from below. The floor opened and the rocket cycle descended steadily from the ceiling. “We’ll have to lower the cycle into take-off position two floors down.” He chuckled, motioning with his hands at the up ‘til now exit-less laboratory. “We wouldn’t want you crashing through the wall and killing yourself, now would we?”
“I doubt if father would be amused,” Aura retorted, looking down as her brand new toy disappeared from the laboratory and made its way towards a landing pad.
“Now Princess,” Vultan said, and by his tone Aura could tell that he was keen to get rid of her, “if you would be so kind as to follow me to the – “
“Actually, Vultan,” she interrupted him, “there’s no need for you to escort me. I’m sure the rocket cycle will exceed all my expectations. In fact,” she went on, sashaying over to the two Hawk studs and moving in between them, “why don’t you run along and tend to whatever business it is you have? I’m sure these two fine Hawk warriors will satisfy my every need.”
Vultan chortled. “I’m sure they will, your highness,” and then boomed with laughter. “So be it! Red, Brown,” he motioned to Aura’s new personal escort, “treat the Princess in the manner of which she is accustomed.”
They bowed to their Prince as Aura took their arms and said, “Shall we?”
As they exited from the laboratory, Vultan’s eyes betraying him as he gazed momentarily upon the curvaceous rear of the Emperor’s slutty daughter, the Hawk Prince muttered sarcastically, “You’re welcome, you spoilt wench …”
* * *
Though the elevator trip would have taken but two-seconds to reach the landing pad where Aura’s rocket cycle was readying for take-off, Aura decided, as was her want, to have some fun. She entered the elevator after Red and Brown, her grandiose escorts, and turned her back to them. As the doors silently hissed closed, she pressed a button marked LOCKED, the elevator jutting to a halt seconds after it began its descent.
“Whoops,” she said, bending forward towards the control panel, giving the two Hawkmen a bird’s eye view of her sumptuous royal rear. Her buttocks swam within the taut, rubber-like latex flight-suit, creases stretching across the visible outline of her ass. Aura wore no undergarments; peering over her shoulder she looked upon the two Hawkmen through playful eyes as she reached between her legs to finger her enflamed clit, her pussy-lips pulsating against the elastic flight-suit.
“I seem to have an itch,” she told them, boldly. “Would one of you be a dear and scratch it for me?”
Red and Brown glanced at each other, instinctively apprehensive. One could get beheaded for merely looking upon the Princess Aura, never mind actually touching her. That said, like all subjects of Mongo they had heard of Aura’s notorious reputation, her voracious appetite for sexual pleasure unbound. It was said her hankering for gratification of the flesh bordered on gluttony and rivalled that of her father’s. And so, with this in mind it was Brown who first dared reach for her.
Dropping her helmet onto the elevator floor Aura moaned as the Hawkman’s fingers probed and pinched her ass through the stressed material of her flight-suit. Here he slid his thick fingertip down the pouted valley of her labia, rising again, stabbing at the orifice that would be her anus. The Princess, through closed eyes allowed herself to be Hawk-handled, groaning aloud as another set of hands explored her rapidly dampening pussy.
“Mmm yes, that’s it, oooh, that’s the spot,” she moaned, biting her bottom lip in exquisite concentration. They pinched and prodded and caressed and rubbed and fingered the monarchical cunt and ass, she gasping as her engorged clit was nipped and deliciously tweaked. Aura reached for her heavy breasts and kneaded the firm flesh, palming her hardening nipples as they poked against the fabric of the red flight suit. She would have loved to have unzipped them and let them swing free, to feel their hands upon them, their mouths, their tongues licking her teats, even their Hawk cocks squeezed between her wet, smooth cleavage. She rocked her rear to their administrations, allowing a thrilling orgasm to sweep though her, her pussy wet and tingling as she came, short and sweet. Her knees almost buckled, such was the delectable rush of pleasure which shot, ejaculation-like, through her trembling body.
Aura rose to her feet and released the elevator, feeling the wet patch between her legs soak into her flight-suit. She smiled dreamily at the two smirking Hawkmen, and pleasingly saw that their furry crotches were straining to withhold whatever it was they were shielding inside.
“Some other time,” she mused, the urge to fly her new toy over-riding her impulse to fuck silly these two Hawk studs. Besides, she did get to cum, and what could be more important than that?
Ignoring the two Hawkmen, she picked up her helmet and threw back her hair, readying herself for her maiden voyage.
* * *
It took some adjusting and getting used to the controls of the zooming rocket cycle, but Aura was an experienced pilot in her own right she soon had full control of her wonderful new flying machine. And what a thrill it was to blast through the skies of Mongo, helmet on, her hair flaying behind her, she strapped upright as she gripped the steering handles and manoeuvred the cycle in and out of dazzlingly beautiful Mongo clouds. Vultan certainly came through for his royal better, and if she didn’t think it was beneath her she would certainly have thanked him.
Below the rocket cycle a stray comet cascaded through a flurry of powdery tangerine-tainted clouds, leaving behind a distinct coral drizzle of space dust. This lone cosmic object, majestic in its uniqueness pleased her; she would investigate. Aura bore left and sped towards the melting comet, specs of ice and space debris rattling beneath the rocket cycle. Later she would recall to her father that perhaps she flew too close, for she thought a pebble-sized piece of rock spun from the comet’s blazing tail and clanked off the cycle’s undercarriage, severing the proton fuel line. Nonsense, her father would reply, Vultan’s experts sabotaged the cycle; for that they would sent to the Slave Mines and Prince Vultan would spend several months on Frigia lamenting his poor choice of engineers. Nevertheless, the rocket cycle spluttered, and as the comet sped away from her Aura realized that she had lost all power and was adrift in the Mongo skies.
“Phooey!” she hissed, smacking the handles and folding her arms across her chest. Well, that was short lived. Now what was she going to do? She went to reach for her personal communicator to contact the city of Mingo and realized, to her disgust, that she had left it on her shuttle, which was docked at the bird’s nest. Cursing aloud, Aura reached for the cycle’s control panel and fiddled with the communicator. No matter what she did with it she couldn’t seem to contact any Imperial line; it was if, she suspected, Vultan built it that way. No amount of calling or smacking the communicator could locate any of her father’s allies or, for that matter, any nearby patrol ship. Not for the first time did she curse Vultan and his bird-kind. After twiddling the signal knob incessantly it let off a high-pitched squeal before a male’s voice on the other end said, “Hello?”
Finally! “Is this the Hawkman Kingdom?” Aura asked.
“Yes, who’s this?”
Who’s this indeed! “This is Princess Aura!” she said, furiously. “Put me through to Prince Vultan at once!”
There was a pause on the receiving end before the voice nervously said, “Certainly, your highness.”
Long, incensed seconds past before the undisputable jolly voice of Vultan said, “How are your new wings, Princess?”
“Prince Vultan!” Aura raged, “If this is how you treat your betters then you will forgive me if I never venture to your kingdom again!”
“I beg your pardon?” returned a genuinely puzzled Hawkman.
“This rocket cycle of yours has ground to a halt some 40-Mongo Miles from your kingdom, and I am left floating in mid-air like an Arborian dragonfly!”
“You mean to tell me the rocket cycle … broke down?” the Prince asked, incredulously.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Aura angrily replied, before tapping coordinates from the cycle’s on-line computer into the communicator. “Now since I cannot reach my father I demand that you send a patrol to fetch me.”
“At once, your highness,” Vultan stammered. “Coordinates received, over and out.”
It’ll be over and out for you when my father gets his hands on your fat bird neck, Prince Vultan, Aura fumed.
* * *
However, it wasn’t all that bad. Whilst drifting close to the Lake of Fire it was possible for the Princess Aura to slip out of her flight-suit, boots and gloves to sun bathe in the glowing heat of the plasma rays. She reclined on the rocket cycle with her helmet on and tinted visor down, enjoying the warm glow of the protective outer layer of Mongo. Her body bristled with erotic snugness, she deftly parting her wet slit to every so often slide a finger deep into her honey-coated puss.
Yummy, she thought.
Through her visor she spied two figures sweeping in from the prismatic skies. As she squinted, she saw that it was two Hawkmen, or rather, Red and Brown, her two hunky escorts from Vultan’s kingdom. As they neared, their resplendent wings flapping powerfully in the Mongo sky, Aura admired their hard, toned bodies which glimmered with avian might. Lying there, naked save for her helmet, her softly perspiring body tingling and aglow, thoughts of admiration and envy briefly skimmed through the Princess’ mind. Oh, to soar through the skies as they could.
Red and Brown hovered above the rocket cycle before coming to a land atop the rear of the craft. Aura starred, mouth agape at the two stunning Hawkmen, their feathered wings fleeting in unison before them, long hair cascading in the soft sky wind. Rising to greet the still immobilized Princess, their wing span flapped behind them, the Hawkmen revealed two 9-inch long erections, (Aura had an eye for accurately measuring such things) thick and fat. Aura gasped, gazing lustfully upon the rigid cocks presented to her, their muscled bodies seemingly aflame from the burning hue of the Lake of Fire.
“Magnificent …” she whispered, scrambling to her knees, reaching determinedly for the two waiting cocks before her.
“We came as soon as we heard, your highness,” Brown said, chirpily.
“As you can see,” Red added, “my companion and I came prepared.”
“Yes, I can,” she said, taking each cock in her hands and squeezing them tightly. She stroked them, gripping the members between her fingers, admiring their thick girth. “This flight is just full of surprises today.”
But which cock to suck first? Oh, the dilemma of a threesome for a poor girl! Instinctively she lashed out with her tongue at the one nearest to her, which, as t happened belonged to Red; circling the purple dome she slid his throbbing length into her mouth, using her tongue as a soft, wet pillow. Sucking noisily, she then spat him out and swallowed Brown’s, using the same technique. As she sucked she continued pulling on the pulsating pricks, shafting the saliva-coated members between her fingers. Now and then she would try to stuff both cocks into her mouth, and succeeded, too. Her cheeks were stuffed to capacity as she slobbered un-lady like upon them, pre-cum and spit drooling from the corners of her lips in thick dollops. As one Hawkman fucked her mouth, the other slid his cock between her breasts, she squashing her beauteous globes together in a sandwich of soft, warm cleavage.
“Fuck me,” she commanded them, for it was a command, she presenting her royal rear for them to debase and abuse. Immediately Brown was upon her, pulling on his sticky cock as he pressed home his mushroomed knob to the Princesses dripping slit. He penetrated her quickly and easily, burying his great prick deep into her tight puss. Aura groaned accordingly, feeling his full 9-inches throb deliciously within, his heavy balls rest hard against her ass. His companion chose the alternative route, squatting over the Princess and pressing his similar cock to Aura’s brown rose. The Princess let go a series of moans as Red slid his cock, centimetre by centimetre into Aura’s asshole, her clutching orifice seemingly sucking his member into the tight royal anus.
“The Princess is tight!” Red gasped, thrusting forward, deep into her squeezing ass. He reached for the Princesses hair and pulled her head back, she releasing a low moan. Her breasts wobbled before her, nipples engorged. Would that someone would suck them, she thought.
“You said it, my companion,” Brown added, feeling Aura bounce up and down his diamond-hard cock. “Her cunt milks my member with every stroke!”
“Cease your banter and fuck me, my Hawkmen!” the spoilt Princess gasped, feeling rough Hawk hands upon her ass, pinching, grasping. Someone had reached under to grasp her shaking breasts and kneaded them, tweaking her sensitive teats. By the Gods of Mongo, she would come a second time today.
And then, a voice over the communicator - it was Vultan. “Your highness,” he called, genuine concern emanating from the Hawkman Prince, “where are you?”
“Getting DP’d on the rocket cycle!” Aura gasped.
Perhaps Prince Vultan didn’t hear her correctly. “’Getting DP’d on the rocket cycle’?” he repeated. “What do you – “
Red had reached across and flicked off the communicator.
“That’s better,” Aura said. “That awful man can talk and talk.”
Having unplugged herself from the double fucking of the vigorous Hawkmen Aura now sucked upon Red’s fat cock whilst bounding upon the unbending prick of Brown’s. Her fingers gently caressed Red’s balls as Brown’s hands groped her shaking breasts from below. Lifting her upwards and off his cock, Aura took hold of his erection and guided his member to the entrance of her ass; here she impaled herself once more. With her legs held upwards, her knees touching her squashed breasts Red positioned him self into her once more, sliding his erection into her honey-dripping puss. As they fucked her, Red scooped her melon-heavy breasts into his hands and sucked ravenously on her teats, one at a time. Aura came, but at this stage she had lost count. Why wasn’t Klara, her secretary, around to do that for her?
Aura thought it an excellent idea if Red and Brown were to fuck her ass simultaneously, and positioned her self accordingly. With her buttocks raised, both Hawkmen scrunched either side of her and lubricated her anus with vigorous licking, fingering and spitting. Placing the tips of their purple domes to the entrance of her regal asshole, Red entered her first, and then Brown, Aura gasping as one would expect, she frantically fingering her clit as she felt the two enormous cocks split her asshole in two. Unsurprisingly both thick members didn’t get too far, but it was enough to satisfy the greedy sovereign slut. The Hawkmen battled one another to fuck the deepest, their straining pricks fighting for dominance over the Princesses anus. And Aura, he ass muscles clenched and squeezing the gorgeous Hawk cocks, loved it so. How she screamed with pleasure, swearing vociferously, clawing the floor of the rocket cycle. She reached for one of her leather boots and sank her teeth into it. Her clit swelled, her breasts were squashed beneath her, her buttocks red raw from the severe pinching and prodding from the lust-crazed Hawkmen, who now savagely ass-fucked the Princess whore.
“Fuck me,” she ordered them through lungful gasps and shrieks, “fuck your Princess!” By all the unholy Gods of Mongo, she craved more.
But all good things must come to an end, and where one second Aura’s asshole was stuffed to capacity the next it felt empty and hollow, Red and Brown withdrawing from her to pull desperately upon their glistening members.
“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” Aura cooed, turning to face her would-be ejaculators, licking her lips before them, she peering up at the grimacing Hawkmen through the visor of her helmet. Red and Brown, with wings flapping, their orgasms imminent, leant on one another for support as their sturdy thighs buckled, Red the first one to release his seed.
“Come on my face, Hawkman,” she commanded him, as a sudden torrent of hot, splashy Hawk cum splattered the Princesses cheeks and open mouth, she motionless with tongue agape as a grunting Red emptied his balls into her throat. The last remnants oozing from him, Aura took his cock into her cum-coated mouth and sucked hungrily upon him, she swallowing his salty deposit and smacking her lips clean.
“Here it, here it – “cried Brown, Aura discarding Red’s flaccid member to concentrate on another hefty meal. If only she knew that Prince Barin could fuck as good she would surely bed him.
And so Brown, he too vocal and animalistic in his climax let fly a stream of Hawk seed, spurting from his twitching cock, sending streaks of thick, creamy cum flying across Aura’s flying helmet. Several jets splattered her visor, and one blasted her nose. Cum oozed down from the shiny surface of the helmet. It ran in streaks off the shaded visor and dripped onto her cheeks and outstretched tongue.
Of course, for she was taught never to leave a meal unfinished, she whipped it off, shaking her long, ebony-shiny hair free and licked the cum-decorated helmet clean. Her face and breasts streaked with Hawk cum, her asshole and pussy throbbing from the thoroughly sound pounding she had received, Aura felt, under the circumstances that she couldn’t bring herself to order Vultan’s execution, but would report the incident to father. Perhaps this time he’d be merciful.
Shooing the two Hawkmen off her rocket cycle, Princess Aura stretched back and made her self as comfortable as was possible. Her voluptuous body glowed summery in the warm Mongo dusk. No doubt Vultan would pilot her shuttle from his kingdom to meet her, fearing a dressing down in front of his subjects. Fine. It suited her not to spend another minute in that ghastly silver palace.
“To the Hawk kingdom,” she said, nonchalantly, as Red and Brown pushed and pulled the rocket cycle, their great wings flapping enthusiastically. Slipping back on her helmet, sliding the shaded visor over her eyes, Princess Aura basked contentedly in the crimson glow of the Lake of Fire.

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