Limbo Fantasy League

Meanwhile at the warehouse on Fense....

Grod turned with towards the squat troll like being that was standing off to the side. "Steelwill is on his way..."

"Nice work Grod.. er.. Mo-Lec-U-Lar," the troll replied with a grunted sneer as he took over the position in front of the communications panel. "Let's hope you can still fool Steelwill when he arrives with that shape shifting of yours."

"No Problem. He'll never know what hit him," the shape shifter replied in his normal monotone voice that rattled, stuttered and sounded like a starter going out on one of the limo's.

Hardware laid his ears back, one eye twitching as he keyed in the number to Fortress Brim*Star. He was not looking forward to placing this call. More time then not when he had called in unexpectedly he had gotten an eye full of Mon*Star's rather twisted and bizarre sexual appetite. And this time was no exception. Before he could shut the Vid display off, Molecular grabbed his hand.

"W00t! Shhrrrrr!" the shape changer hooted as they both watched Melodia, in full black and red leather dominatrix outfit punish a rather sub-due and meek Planet Master. Melodia and Mon*Star both were unaware that they were being watched as they continued on with their game.

Molecular reached past the disgusted mechanic muting the connection so that anything that might be said or done would not give them away.

"Mo, you are a sick bastard!" Hardware groused looking away. He was raised in the tradition of monogamous relationships in which sex was not even considered until a couple were married. And once one of the partners died the other never sought out another par. Gr. Granted it made for some pretty tough times but he stuck it out, never regretting his decision. "Let me know when the boss is done screwing around," he said as he ducked under the taller Mobster's arm to go work on something else.

The shape changer just snickered as he continued to watch. "Heh heh heh. You don't know what your missing."

"I don't want to know either!"

Molecular just laughed and went back to watching the all powerful Mon*Star crawl across the throne room floor, following at the songstress' heels begging.

In said throne room, Melodia sashayed across the floor and up the steps to the throne. Her black and red outfit hugging tightly to her frame. The corset like top came up just under her breasts, causing the mounds of flesh to be pushed up and out. Each of her nipples had been pierced at some point in time and now sported loops on which small red-ruby baubles dangled enticingly. Her stiletto heels accenting long legs encased in fish-net stockings held up with a lacy garter belt. The thong panties she was wearing was crotchless, framing her recently shaved sex. Turning, she sat down on the cold stone, crossing her legs blocking the view. "Come here," she commanded, tapping the place she wanted her 'pet' tot' wt' with the black riding crop.

Mon*Star, in a squatting position with his hands clasp behind his neck, waddled up the stairs to stop where he had been told to stop. About his neck was a black spiked collar with chains running down to the straps that wrapped about his lower thighs. Chains ran from the collar to the thigh straps then down to the black leather and silver metal '7 gates of hell' cockrihat hat encased the enormous erection.

"Have you been a good boy?" Melodia cooed at Mon*Star, reaching down to run long, emerald colored nails over the sensitive head of his cock.

The Planet Master whimpered softly, a shudder of pleasure running though him at the touch. "No Mistress," he groveled.

Melodia smirked, uncrossing then re-crossing her legs, giving a tantalizing peek at her sex. "And why is that?" her nails pinching blood engorged flesh teasingly before cupping his balls and squeezing them.

He whimpered again as pre-cum leaked out from the slit of his cock. The pearly grey substance glistening in the harsh lighting. "My enemies escaped again," he admitted. "I was unable to crush them beneath my heels."

She silently commented that, no pun intended, his 'glorious plans of domination' really sucked. But that was neither here nor there at the moment. "Aawww... Perhaps I should reward you for speaking the truth," she purred at him, uncrossing her legs so that he could see her moist folds. With deliberate slowness she draped one leg then the other over the arms of the throne, spreading herself before him. Taking the riding crop she slid it down between her pussy lips, rubbing her clit with it and moaning in pleasure. After several minutes of doing this, she took the wet end of the crop and waved it below the Planet Master's nose. Melodovedoved to tease Mon*Star to no end by doing this. Sex after their little role-playing was always fantastic. It was sometimes scary to think he was a rather tender and considerate lover instead of a raving bestial lunatic.

Mon*Star's nostrils flared as he took a deep breaths of the tantalizing musky odor the hae had come to associate with Melodia. When the crop was placed against his lips, he started licking it clean. Tasting leather and metal, a bitter sweet yet salty flavor that was the essence ofodiaodia's arousal. He felt fingers slide into the unruly mane of hair, tugging and pulling him closer and closer till his face was right at her deep pink folds. Looking up at her face, waiting till she nodded before he stuck his tongue out and gave a short lick across her clit. His reward was to feel a sharp yank on his hair and her shudder.

The roughness of his tongue was like a feline's. Sandpaper type grittiness yet velvety smooth at the same time. It was also longer then average. Melodia remember the one time he had joked about it. He had commented that he could have smoothed his eyebrows with his tongue, if he had eyebrows that was. With every swipe, he brought her closer to the edge. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as she felt the smooth-rough appendage enter deeper into her, his hot breath against damp flesh creating goose bumps over the rest of her body. Thrusting her hips up to meet his mouth she demanded with actions and movement that he make her cum.

With practiced ease, he undid the collar, straps and chains as his tongue probed as far as it would go into the dripping sex of his moll. With a groan that mixed pain and pleasure he removed the cockring letting his heavy sack fall back to where it belonged, the dark red, blood engorged flesh of his cock throbbed with need. Swirling his tongue around inside her one last time to be sure she was slippery, he shifted upwards placing the head of his cock at her entrance. With one look, a nod of understanding, need and desire passed between the two and he swiftly slid into her tightness. Reaching up he griped the back of the throne and pounded into her.

It didn't take long before her cries escalated into screams of pure bliss as he roared out on his own. Mon*Star buried himself deep within Melodia as he came. His seed coating her constricting tunnel in a sticky gray substance. Neither had to worry about the possibility of her getting pregnant since neither of their races were fertile with others races.


Molecular hooted again then shut the screen down as he watched the pair play out their lust. In truth 'he' was neither male nor female, Mo just preferred the male gender over the female. He claimed that there was more advantages. After turning away from the now dark screen he went hunting for Hardware. Once he found the mechanic, half hidden under the hood of the limo they came in, he informed the troll that it was safe to contact Brim*star once more.

"About fucking time!" the mechanic groused as he went to place the call again. This time hoping for a better response.