Through a Screen Darkly
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+S through Z › Silverhawks
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,012
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1
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I do not own Silverhawks, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Through a Screen Darkly
A flash of light, tendrils of energy taking hold of him and dragging him, then a feeling like he had been swallowed up...it all happened so fast that is seemed unreal. He found himself in another world. A world where everything felt so...right. He had forgotten all about being a SilverHawk. In fact at that moment all he could remember was that he was on his way home. At least he thought that's what he was remembering. When he looked down at himself, his body was all flesh. No cybornetic implains or armour was in sight. He also had on a school uniform.
Oh yes. That's right. I was on my way home from school! he thought as he picked up his pace. I'm on my way home to my beautiful mother and wonderful father! He stopped in his tracks at the last thought. Wasn't he an orphan? Weren't his parents killed while serving in the military on his home world? No, that can't be right, because he clearly remembers having a mother and father. A petite, blonde human with the strength of ten human males. She was so kind to him. Seeing her smile filled him with such joy. He loved how she would hold him tenderly and tell him stories. And his father was a tall, powerful looking man who looked like he could crush a space freighter with his fists, yet he could be so gentle and loving. Bijay couldn't have asked for betterre lre loving parents.
His level of excitement was palpable once he made it to the front door. Why would he be so excited about coming home from school? Oh, yes! He remembered that his mother always gave him cookies and milk when he got home. But that still didn't explain the excitement in his loins. Now what could possibly cause that? Bijay shrugged his sholders as he pulled out his key. Before he could even get his key in the lock the door swung open to reveal his mother. She was dressed in the traditional flowing colored robes of his people, although she was clearly human. This didn't seem to matter the alien boy as he ran into the woman's arms.
`Welcome home, son!`she twittered in his native tongue. This didn't seem to bother him either. `I have cookies and milk waiting for you, sweet child.` For some reason when she spoke the word for milk his young flesh began to twitch within his trousers. All this seemed perfectly normal to him. The cookies were delicious. Very sweet and chewy like he liked them.
`Mama, these are very good!` he chirped, causing the woman to smile.
`I'm glad you enjoyed them. Now it's time for your milk,` she replied as she got up from the table and took him by the hand. She led him to a couch, which consited of pillows arranged on top of a soft fluffy base. It was very low to the floor and very comfortable. It was also perfect for snuggling. As they settled down their bodies seemed to melt into the soft material. Soon, Bijay's head was nestled between his mother's neck and shoulder. He waited patiently as she pulled down one of her flowing sleeves to reveal one breast engorged with milk. She reached up and gently squeezed until a droplet came out of the nipple. Without hesitation the boy caught the droplet with his tongue before it could fall. `Now drink up, my son. Drink as much as you like,` she whispered softly. Bijay quickly and happily obeyed his mother.
As the boy suckled gently at his mother's bosom, he felt her warm milk flow over his tongue and down his throat. This daily activity seemed to relax both mother and son as she stroked his bright red-orange tresses. Bijay loved his mother's milk because it always made him feel warm and loved. After getting his fill from her right breast, he repositioned himself so that he was now cradled against her left arm. After he was comfortable he bagan to suckle the other breast slowly and gently. He cooed softly as his mother sighed. Her eyelids drooped slightly as if she were about to fall asleep, but she was still quite alert. As her son drank she began to rock him gently as her hand slid slowly down his side and onto his thigh, then to his crotch, which she began to gently massage. Bijay stiffened in response then relaxed again. He cl his his eyes as he continued to drink and his mother undid his school trousers. His boyhood jumped to life as her warm hand caressed him.
`That's a good boy,` she purred. `You remember Mama has to have some milk too.` She kissed him on the forehead and pulled on his young sack.
Bijay's eyes flew open once again when he felt another pair of hands on him. They were large and strong and could only belong to his father.
`Bijay, my son. You're home early today! It's good to see you!"
The boy lifted his head from his mother's breast to smile down at his father, who was now gently pulling down his trousers.
`Here, son, let me get you ready to give your mother some 'milk'.`
Just as Bijay's lips touched his mother's nipple once again, his father wrapped his warm lips around his stiffening member.
The family continued their ritual by repositioning themselves on the couch.
`Bijay, that's enough milk for now. You don't want your belly to swell,` his mother gently admonished him as she nestled her head between his young, soft thighs. As she teased the tip of his penis with her tongue, his father laid on his back and positioned his face between Bijay's mother's legs. She had gathered her garments around her waist exposing her engorged, glistening lips. Bijay rested his hands on his mother's shoulders as she coaxed his young seed from within him. For what seemed like an eternity, the family enjoyed each other in sensual bliss. Both mother and child got plenty of their share of milk. And father enjoyed lapping up the few leftover drops. Soon Bijay felt himself drifting. Or was he falling? He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he was moving. And yet he was nestled between the warm bodies of his parents. Bijay became oblivious to all this as he drifted off into blissful sleep, unaware that his body had now exited the Fantascreen...
~END~
Oh yes. That's right. I was on my way home from school! he thought as he picked up his pace. I'm on my way home to my beautiful mother and wonderful father! He stopped in his tracks at the last thought. Wasn't he an orphan? Weren't his parents killed while serving in the military on his home world? No, that can't be right, because he clearly remembers having a mother and father. A petite, blonde human with the strength of ten human males. She was so kind to him. Seeing her smile filled him with such joy. He loved how she would hold him tenderly and tell him stories. And his father was a tall, powerful looking man who looked like he could crush a space freighter with his fists, yet he could be so gentle and loving. Bijay couldn't have asked for betterre lre loving parents.
His level of excitement was palpable once he made it to the front door. Why would he be so excited about coming home from school? Oh, yes! He remembered that his mother always gave him cookies and milk when he got home. But that still didn't explain the excitement in his loins. Now what could possibly cause that? Bijay shrugged his sholders as he pulled out his key. Before he could even get his key in the lock the door swung open to reveal his mother. She was dressed in the traditional flowing colored robes of his people, although she was clearly human. This didn't seem to matter the alien boy as he ran into the woman's arms.
`Welcome home, son!`she twittered in his native tongue. This didn't seem to bother him either. `I have cookies and milk waiting for you, sweet child.` For some reason when she spoke the word for milk his young flesh began to twitch within his trousers. All this seemed perfectly normal to him. The cookies were delicious. Very sweet and chewy like he liked them.
`Mama, these are very good!` he chirped, causing the woman to smile.
`I'm glad you enjoyed them. Now it's time for your milk,` she replied as she got up from the table and took him by the hand. She led him to a couch, which consited of pillows arranged on top of a soft fluffy base. It was very low to the floor and very comfortable. It was also perfect for snuggling. As they settled down their bodies seemed to melt into the soft material. Soon, Bijay's head was nestled between his mother's neck and shoulder. He waited patiently as she pulled down one of her flowing sleeves to reveal one breast engorged with milk. She reached up and gently squeezed until a droplet came out of the nipple. Without hesitation the boy caught the droplet with his tongue before it could fall. `Now drink up, my son. Drink as much as you like,` she whispered softly. Bijay quickly and happily obeyed his mother.
As the boy suckled gently at his mother's bosom, he felt her warm milk flow over his tongue and down his throat. This daily activity seemed to relax both mother and son as she stroked his bright red-orange tresses. Bijay loved his mother's milk because it always made him feel warm and loved. After getting his fill from her right breast, he repositioned himself so that he was now cradled against her left arm. After he was comfortable he bagan to suckle the other breast slowly and gently. He cooed softly as his mother sighed. Her eyelids drooped slightly as if she were about to fall asleep, but she was still quite alert. As her son drank she began to rock him gently as her hand slid slowly down his side and onto his thigh, then to his crotch, which she began to gently massage. Bijay stiffened in response then relaxed again. He cl his his eyes as he continued to drink and his mother undid his school trousers. His boyhood jumped to life as her warm hand caressed him.
`That's a good boy,` she purred. `You remember Mama has to have some milk too.` She kissed him on the forehead and pulled on his young sack.
Bijay's eyes flew open once again when he felt another pair of hands on him. They were large and strong and could only belong to his father.
`Bijay, my son. You're home early today! It's good to see you!"
The boy lifted his head from his mother's breast to smile down at his father, who was now gently pulling down his trousers.
`Here, son, let me get you ready to give your mother some 'milk'.`
Just as Bijay's lips touched his mother's nipple once again, his father wrapped his warm lips around his stiffening member.
The family continued their ritual by repositioning themselves on the couch.
`Bijay, that's enough milk for now. You don't want your belly to swell,` his mother gently admonished him as she nestled her head between his young, soft thighs. As she teased the tip of his penis with her tongue, his father laid on his back and positioned his face between Bijay's mother's legs. She had gathered her garments around her waist exposing her engorged, glistening lips. Bijay rested his hands on his mother's shoulders as she coaxed his young seed from within him. For what seemed like an eternity, the family enjoyed each other in sensual bliss. Both mother and child got plenty of their share of milk. And father enjoyed lapping up the few leftover drops. Soon Bijay felt himself drifting. Or was he falling? He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he was moving. And yet he was nestled between the warm bodies of his parents. Bijay became oblivious to all this as he drifted off into blissful sleep, unaware that his body had now exited the Fantascreen...
~END~