By 'The Magician'

(The objective was to sail the sunset beyond the sea that reflected time…)

Before all inspiration a flux in time is and was, and lives many lives simultaneously…

The bards would profess that it all began with a dream.
But where the dream itself began and who the dreamer was is unresolved. And the consensus was completely lost to Donald Talbot as he pushed open the front door of the two-story cabin deep in the snow-covered hills known as Caribou, twenty miles west of Seward Alaska. The area wherein the cabin squatted could only be reached by snow-machines in the wintertime, or snowmobiles--more commonly known by those in the "lower 48", and by all-terrain-vehicles in the summertime.

This veracity of erudition was vaguely lost to Donald as he began fumbling to get the lantern lit. He was more preoccupied with the thoughts of snow-bunnies with inviting breasts, hips, and thighs, gracing the lens of his camera, and furthermore about the orgy that was sure to take place this evening after everybody got settled in. God this was going to' be fun.

And where was everybody else? Possibly about three miles behind on the path that would eventually lead them to the cabin. Donald was almost thirty years of age and, albeit dotingly, he wondered if he would ever grow up. So it was that showing-off was not beneath the young man, and when he saw the opportunity in a wide-open meadow white with snow to show that his Artic-tigre' was in fact 100 CCs faster than Morris Jameson's, he punched the accelerator near 110 miles-per-hour, leaving the group far behind in a flurry of cold white powder. He could almost hear the squeals of excitement from the delightful young ladies that were accompanying the crew, and as his mind wandered the path of fantasy, Donald felt the warm lips of the big-breasted blond who was Melissa press against his own; warm, moist, chasing away the cold of winter, Donald felt Melissa's tongue lightly flick the head of his cock. It was so clear in his mind's eye, and, head down against the biting wind, the snow-machine's rider raced toward the cabin.

Now inside with shadows dancing before the illumination of the lantern, Donald looked for the kindling box so that he might have a fire going when the crew arrived. He knew that this act of consideration would not be lost on the girls and it might even make Melissa a little wet. Donald knew that selfless acts of kindness always made women wet.

'Is that so?' A small, still voice, chided inside Donald's head. 'Then how come in almost thirty years you've only been laid twice?'
"Shut up." Donald said aloud. "I-I have-I've been looking…for the…right girl."
'Right girl? RIGHT GIRL? You aren't in church anymore. Screw the right girl; look for the right... cup size. Oh, that's right, I forgot. You ARE trying for the right cup size, so what do you think?'
"What?"
'I said, what do you think?'
"About what?"
'Oh, c'mon, give me a break. What do think Melissa is?'
"What?"
'You know, double 'd'…or-'
"Just shut up."
'Prude. Hey, you're not gonna' blow your wad before you get her to moan like you did with that last girl are you? Babes have a tendency to frown on that sort of thing."
"Could I help it? I was pent. Damn, I wish you would just shut up."
'Maybe if you whacked it a little more you wouldn't be so pent.'
"What are you going on about? I whack it."
'Once a month maybe. Prudeboy.'
"Drop dead."
'After you…'

The sound of thunder shook the two-story cabin and Donald surmised that the rest of the band had arrived. The fire was going nicely in the hearth, crackling and giving off warmth, Donald tossed two logs into the flames before he got up and headed for the door. He expected to hear the voices of young men and women outside, speaking excitedly, the girls remarking on how pretty the cabin looked under the light of the moon. He anticipated someone-probably Jameson, stepping heavily onto the porch and pushing open the door before Donald could even reach it.
'And what is it about Jameson?'
"What?"
'Oh, I know. Not only is he good looking and got a bod to boot, but he's also charming AND intelligent. His dick is probably bigger than yours too.'
"Sonofabitch, shut up!"
'Careful microscopic puny dick, they may hear you outside.'
To his surprise, when Donald pulled open the door, he discovered the area outside to be just as he had left it prior to entering the cabin.

"That's strange, I could have sworn I heard…." Trailing off, Donald listened to the quiet crisp night air. Surely he should be able to hear the sound of snowmachines by now. Straining, Donald cocked his head and scrutinized the acute silence. Not even an echo or a hint that the crew was approaching. Maybe someone had engine trouble. After a couple of moments of weighing the possibility, Donald decided to retrieve his helmet and climb back onto his tigre'.

A faint drone caught his attention before he could turn around and head back inside. Donald spied movement out of the corner of his eye, and something flashed briefly in the darkness of the surrounding woods. The towering form stepped out of the compilation of trees, it was, Donald deduced, about the size of a bear. He almost wet himself, and thoughts of running back inside the cabin-slamming the door shut, and getting the shotgun, hammered in admonition just beyond his skull. It was then that he remembered that the shotgun was still with his tigre'. The giant moved forward in motions as fluid as they were animated, and Donald was all at once almost overtaken by a sensation of surrealism as he witnessed the reflection of the snow in stasis within the long, quadrilateral, dark, and solitary eye that was atop and below shoulders the color of mercury. 'What in the hell is that?!"
The giant appeared mechanical, a nature perhaps suggesting armor, highly sophisticated, and alien.
'Oh shit, it's an invasion!'
In a voice as mechanical as the mechanoid's appearance the giant spoke. "Aaros Rantori, I have need…a need for…your seed."
Donald promptly fell on his butt. Then in an outbreak of panic, the young man struggled frenetically to get back on his feet. He wasn't exactly certain what it was that the mechanoid had said, but he was sure that he didn't like the sound of it. Donald lost his footing, and slipped in the snow. Once. Twice. Don scrabbled up the wooden porch. He thought that the giant almost had him as he dived through the doorway of the cabin. He slammed the door shut immediately behind him. 'Shit, there's no lock!' Experience in Alaska had taught those that periodically resided in the woods that there was no reason to put locks on your cabins, it just gave the bears one more thing to break during the warm months that were the summertime when the furry free-loaders busted into your cabin looking for food. Donald felt relatively screwed.

'Wait. The fireplace.'
'What are you going to do? Set the cabin on fire?'
'Fuck, not now. I need to reach the poker. It could serve as a weapon.'
'Oh, right. And while you're at it you might try some harsh language as well.'
'Have you got any better ideas?'
'Put your head between your legs and kiss your ass-'

The door came open and fell to the side heavily as Don reached for the poker.
The giant wasn't as large as it had first appeared, and even though its mechanical frame filled the doorway there was no need for it to duck its…(head?), as it stepped into the cabin. Still its presence suggested menace and foreboding, a formidable opponent without question. Donald held onto the poker in the same manner that he had seen many actors in movies do when left with no other choice.

"Aaros Rantori, I have need of your seed."
'What in the hell is it yammering about?'
'Open up and say ahh, it's anal-probe time.'
'Not if I have anything to say about it.'
Suddenly the mechanoid lifted an appendage that resembled an arm. There followed a brilliant flash of blue-green light.
The last thing that Donald remembered as he fell toward the darkness of swelling unconsciousness, was that his balls were tingling.

The wave that Donald's naked back rested on was like satin, rolling in a manner that suggested that he was writhing in meditative subtle rippling respite, sensations faint and stimulating undulated up and down the length of the man's body. It was almost as if he rested on something alive. He was too weak to care. Contrary to this sensation was the periodic contact of what felt like latex gloved hands securing his wrists and ankles in a material that was warm, moist, and unyielding. His eyes fluttered open momentarily and Donald caught a glimpse of those who tended to his ankles and wrists. They looked every bit like the alien mechanoid that had accosted him in the cabin, with the exception of size; they were slightly shorter. Donald found that he wasn't surprised. Neither was he taken aback when they left the futuristic chamber that he resided in and allowed for the alien giant to enter. The door hissed closed.
'Time for your anal-probe.'
'Yeah?' Donald mused abstractedly. 'And how is that gonna' happen when I'm lying on my back, spread-eagle, with my wrists and ankles tied?'
The giant seem to regard the man silently for a moment before two appendages reached up and under and to either side of the black solitary eye. A noise similar to the door sliding closed ensued, followed by tiny jets of air escaping confinement. The eye wavered for a moment and then vanished, the countenance beyond made Donald forget all about Melissa.

Looking at the face before him Donald believed that it was quite possible that he would never look at another woman again without seeing her as anything but ordinary. This creature was indescribably breathtaking! Her features were as exotic as they suggested eroticism. Her skin was like moonlight reflecting a rainbow, her eyes were pools of scintillating and fiery emeralds, her lips were full and enticing, as blue as her hair was currently, however the curling tresses that fell past her shoulders changed colors like a mood-ring; from shades of blue to shades of purple…to shades of pink…to white…and then a flowing combination of all colors. Donald felt his breath catch in his throat. The alien woman smiled slightly then began removing the other pieces of her environment suit.

"Aaros Rantori, I have need of your seed." The woman's voice was a silken purr of sensuality.
'I guess now wouldn't be the time to tell her that you're not this Aros Ran-whatsa-whozitz.'

The sound of a zipper being pulled down provoked a slight stirring in Donald's loins.
'Holy cripes! Look at the size of those breasts!'
Donald did so and his pulse quickened, even as he found it suddenly difficult to swallow.
'Those have got to be 38 triple 'd' easily!'
The female alien stepped free from her jumpsuit and stood naked before the widening eyes of the man on the undulating bed. Except for the obvious she looked every bit like a statuesque goddess of voluptuous proportions. The nipples of her firm, round, and voluminous breasts were slightly lighter in color than those of her lips, they stood erect, whispering alluringly, while stark white hair accentuated her path to paradise. Donald was all at once aroused.
'Now don't go creaming on yourself man, if you have to, close your eyes, or look away.'
That is inwardly Donald was aroused. While outwardly, amazingly-
'Ah, no. You have got to be fuckin' kidding me! What is your fucking problem now?!'

'I don't know. I can't help it. I guess it's because she's so…alien.'
'No. NO. This isn't happening. This is unacceptable. You can't lie here naked on this heavenly bed with the most extraordinary creature in heat standing in front of you and tell me that you can't get it up because she's an alien!'
'Well it's true. She makes me…she makes…me…nervous.'

And Donald shook in spite of himself.
'Oh, for cryin' out loud. She is stimulating beyond belief and you're acting like a…VIRGIN? This is not acceptable! Pull over. I'm driving.'

"I have searched the heaven's for you Aaros." The alien goddess said huskily. "I traversed the Sea of Time's Reflections. Long and hard I sought you out." Her eyes moved up and down the length of Donald's body, and then stopped, a look of perplexity overshadowed her. "Do you not find me pleasing to your eye?"
'Yes! Dammit, tell her! Tell her she is a goddess, a dreamer's dream within a dream. Would you wake up your flaccid puny dick, can't you see that she's hungry for you?'
"I-that is," Donald verbally fumbled. "We're a little camera-shy at the moment."
"Oh, I see." The enchantress declared with a knowing smile. "You choose to…resist me. This I find to be very pleasurable. Let me show you…"

Something long, relatively thin, and serpentine in nature moved behind the goddess.
'What's she got, a whip? I hope she beats you till you cry like a baby.'
'That's not a whip, that's a…snake?'
It was definitely serpentine in nature. The color of it was the color of the woman's skin, it seemed to glisten with a life of its own as it trailed from behind her, snaking its way across the bed, moving with deliberation between Donald's exposed legs. The end of it was not unlike a phalanx, yet notwithstanding feminine characteristics as well, with two lips at the tip that folded over like embracing flower petals.
'I'll be damned. That's not a snake or a whip. That's a tail! Why else would it be the color of her skin, and look where it's protruding, just above her ass.'
'A what?'

The tail, sliding silently across the smooth scarlet sheets of the bed stopped less than in inch from Donald's flaccid penis. The lips slowly opened like a blossoming rose, and then rising up for an instant, the tail folded over like a serpent getting ready to strike. A glossy fluid spilled slowly like teardrops from the folds of the petals, the sensation was like superb oil falling warmly on the man's genitals. And even as Donald felt more than just a stirring in his manhood, the alien tail dipped down, and with parted lips, kissed the areas that glistened with fluid, slowly and deliberately spreading the wetness of the oil around like a fine lubrication. It was then that Donald grew rigid, his penis beginning to respond in a manner that suggested longing. The lips of the tail moved up and down the shaft of his growing member, and for a moment the small still voice in his head was silent. As the man let out a sigh of pleasure, the lips at the tip of the alien tail spread wide and engulfed the length of his rigid bone.
'Good god!' Donald felt a spasm move through his body, shaking endorphins free from his brain. What was happening to him he could only describe as a combination of oral-sex, a hand-job, and-
'Fucking-a! What is she doing to me?'
The tail moved up and down Donald's shaft, rhythmically, sucking him off, pulsing as it encapsulated, milking him, and continuously producing that fluid that made everything all the more stimulating. The man felt him self growing towards an explosive climax.
'Ah, God! She's gonna' make me come!'
And then all at once the tail slipped free and Donald was left panting and sweating and so close to an orgasm that he thought he might die if denied a moment longer. Suddenly he wanted this woman, alien or not, she had managed to make is cock painfully rigid, almost eight inches in length! His balls tingled, and his diamond-hard prick shook with anticipation.

In a voice that was almost cruel in its teasing the alien said, "Ah, now I have your attention." The slick and glistening tail of the goddess waved back and forth through the air, tears of oil fell liberally across Donald's naked body, one tear landed just below his lower lip, and before the man realized what he was doing, his tongue flicked out and touched the body juice of the woman's tail on his lip. It was ambrosia! It was succulent, with a laced taste that hinted of cinnamon and vanilla. Definitely alien. 'But, oh my god. She is…fucking scrumptious!'
As if sensing his thoughts, the goddess said, "Would you like to taste more of my-"
"Yes. Yes!" Oh god, please yes." Donald replied in adamant that slowly slipped into something that resembled pleading.
'Oh god, please yes.'
"Can I tell you my name first?"
"Yes, please. Tell me your name." Donald panted
"I am Maritiseis, Empress of the planet Malrishi."
'Great, perfect. Now gives us your tail.'
"Would you not like to know where you are?"
Donald's body began to quiver uncontrollably. "Oh, yes. Please. Please tell me where I am if not heaven!"
'And then for the love of God, give us your tail!'
"You are in my bedchamber aboard my starship the Lilis, it's the ship that I used to search for you."
'That's absolutely fabulous! Now about the tail."
"And do you know why I've been looking for you?"
'To let me suck on your tail?'
"It is because you have the Rantorian fire coursing through your veins. It is your seed that I have need of, so as to sire the children that will rule the heavens."
'Sounds beautiful. You know if I wasn't tied to this bed right now, I would fuck your brains out, and suck on that luscious tail until-'
"When I sire the children I will no longer have an integral need for you. You will be given a world to rule in which you shall call Triseis and in time I may call upon you
again."
'Wait. Hold the phone! What in the hell is she talking about?'
"Until then you will be mine to do with as I see fit" The tip of alien's tail brushed her lips, and, smiling wickedly, the goddess let her own tongue taste what the man was almost out of his mind with craving.

"It has taken me a long time to find you. I hope you don't expect our copulation to pass before the rising of the sun. I know your body, the extent of your strength, I know when you are satiated, and when you are capable of giving more, the other L'majha will learn as well, as they will each come to know you as intimately as their Empress, for this will be my safeguard in that you will only desire the companionship of the female L'majha, from this day forward. I can feel the very moment that is the bridge between your ultimate pleasure, and the expulsion of your seed. I intend to give you, my consort, pleasure beyond your dreams. I will have you begging to expel your seed inside me."
'Uh, dude. I think you are a dead man.'

And then Maritiseis again wrapped her tail around Donald's stiff and trembling rod. The man went rigid and then limp, and then rigid once more, feeling like he had been slipped an aphrodisiac. He was forced into heavy breathing that almost bordered on hyperventilating. His pulse had quickened considerably. And now he was moving in rhythm with the waves on the bed. He could swear that every nerve in his body was experiencing elation. Then he heard Maritiseis begin to moan, and Donald's stimulation was increased extensively.

The pleasure was incomparable to anything that the young cameraman had experienced in his life. He felt tears coming to his eyes. Maritiseis moaning grew greater, and Donald knew for certain that he could not hold back the orgasm that threatened to take his head off in its wave of ecstasy. It was then that the tail came free again. Maritiseis allowed for the man to get his breathing back under control, before allowing her serpentine pleasure-maker to smother his cock a third time. And then she was kissing him, her lips pressing against his, pushing her tongue into his mouth, her capacious mounds brushing against his bare chest. The Empress of Malrishi forced Donald to breath into her mouth as her tail continued to fuck him. She kissed his neck, his chest, licking and sucking on his nipples, and the cameraman thought he would explode. Maritiseis let him regain his composure, even as his body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.

"Good god, Tisesis! You are making me insane!"
"With pleasure." The Empress replied. Once more her tail went down on him. And at the same time Donald felt moistened warmth cover his face, smothering him. The scent of ambrosia and vanilla laced with cinnamon wafted up into his nose, the juice from Maritiseis's femininity spilled down the man's lips. It was obvious that the Empress was straddling Donald's face, all the while her tail continued to pump away vigorously. As the man plunged his face into the warm aphrodisia proffered plentifully before him, Donald knew again that he couldn't hold back his climax.

However Maritiseis was in complete control, and as she felt the man beneath her begin to buckle, her tail slipped free from his sopping penis. The tail caressed his legs and tickled his scrotum, before moving up to greedily whet itself on his nipples. Donald's legs shook, the Empress remained where she was, delighting in the overeager frenzy of the cameraman's tongue. And still again the tail engulfed the prick, and Donald felt himself slipping into delirium. He didn't know the precise moment that Maritiseis had removed her loving snatch from his lips, or when the tail had appeared satiated, What he did know is that one moment of bliss slipping into the next and the Empress had her head between his legs, her mouth and lips and tongue, titillating his dick in a manner that her tongue wasn't able. The wave soon came over Donald once again, threatening to overwhelm him in its embrace of stimulating harmony, he could feel himself on the verge of another orgasm, he was going to come in her mouth, shooting his seed down her throat. It was inevitable, unstoppable, and OH GOD, it felt sooooo fucking goooood!

Maritiseis brought her head up and said, "Do you like that baby, huh? Do you like that?"
"Oh, god yes! Please don't stop! Fuckin' untie me! I've got to fuck you!"

"Soon my love, soon."
And with his eyes wide open Donald discovered how it was that the Empress was able to move about so gracefully, for without any means in which to support her that he could see, Maritiseis rose into the air, levitating, and spreading her legs just enough, she lightly come down on the man, her heavenly pussy embracing his cock, she mounted him.
The Empress rode her lover like the wild goddess that she was. Donald couldn't help but scream in response to the only sensation that he could adequately describe as paradise's rapture. The man thrashed against his bindings as he felt the inner muscles of Maritiseis squeeze and grip him. The Empress rose and lowered herself on Donald's rigid cock, bouncing up and down, her tail kissed his balls, and-
'Oh, my god! If she doesn't let me come now, I swear that I'm gonna' die of a fuckin' heart attack!'
The Empress let lose a cry of seventh heaven, even as Donald followed with a shout that defined cloud nine. Both man and woman fell into convulsions of ecstasy. Donald thought that his head was going to explode, and then the orgasm came, and he could feel his hot semen forced violently from him, the wave followed and pulled him from side to side, up and down, his pelvis thrusting deep inside the woman. Again and again the wave came, slamming into him, and with it each time that followed the climax was more extreme than the one before, until Donald thought that he would surely die.
The room slowly began to spin around the cameraman, and he felt himself suddenly numb with the feeling of sensual relaxation. He did know whether or not the Empress settled down next to him or not. The last thing Donald heard before surrendering himself to heavy dream-filled sleep, were the words: "I have your seed, Aaros Rantori. Now you are mine…"

To be continued…

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