With that, she turned and ran away and disappeared below the hatchway.
Chapter 26
On the Roof with Sashar
I rested on my back with my hands behind my head and stared up at the moons and stars. Was this happening? It was, and Arizona and my old life on Earth were fading very quickly. How long had it been? It had been just five days since I came through the portal of the shrine. The first day I headed according to Carter’s compass to the wrong settlement. The second day, Aeyli and I met and stayed in the ruins and made weapons. The third day we played at the spring. The fourth day we arrived in Tranna. And, the fifth day was today. Tomorrow we would make preparations, and the seventh day we would go back into the wilderness.
I noticed Sashar come and stand beside the bed. Her hands were behind her back and she smiled down at me. When I smiled back, she climbed onto the bed and sat on her knees facing me and laid her hand on my chest.
She was beautiful. Her skin was lighter than the other girls, whiter, but slightly tanned from the sun. As I said, she was just five foot tall, shorter than average for a girl from Tranna. Her form was amazing. Legs and thighs toned and firm. She was not as hard-bodied as Alexia, but she could have been a gymnast on Earth. As she sat on her knees beside me, her round breasts stood proudly out from her small chest. Her hips were nicely shaped and just wide enough to make a pretty inverted heart shape when viewed from behind.
I said, “Hello, beautiful.”
“Hello, handsome.” She replied.
I said, “Well, we haven’t even really been introduced, have we? I am Mark, of the House of Mark. I will be your prince.”
She smiled and said, “And I am Sashar, of the Fruit Stand of Sashar. I will be your princess.”
We smiled at each other and she rubbed my chest gently.
I said, “Sashar, I made you a promise and it’s time to keep it. What was my promise again?”
Sashar giggled, “You promised that you would relieve the pressure in my titties before they explode from the great volume of milk that I feel swelling within them!”
I said, “Yes, that was it. But, should we talk first?”
She exclaimed, “No! Mark, you are my prince. You declared for me and I said yes. Did you see how I ran to your arms and threw myself at you? When you called my name, the she-Banth was released in me.” She referred to the ten-legged Barsoomian Lion called a Banth.
She said, “We can talk anytime. Now I want you to fulfill your promise. But, one thing…”
I said, “Yes?”
She said, “Will drinking from my tits really make your cock as hard as an iron rod like the girls say?”
I laughed and said, “Yes, yes it will.”
She squealed, “Good! Then drink up, prince. And when it’s time, just do the thing! I’m 120 years old, don’t waste more of my years until I know what a mate is!”
With that, she leaned toward me and I placed my hands on each side of her chest and lifted her bodily, setting her down straddling my stomach. My hands cupped her breasts and she began to coo and moan as I fondled her. When her nipples were good and hard, I pulled her forward and she positioned her breast over my mouth and I took the tender bud between my lips. I tickled and licked at it for a moment, but Sashar groaned in frustration and I gave her what she craved. I opened my lips and sucked in a mouthful and pulled her milk from her tender fruit.
Sashar immediately cried out, “Oh, yes! Suck me master!”
She was not as quiet as Alexia, but I hoped that it was quiet enough. She used the word ‘master’, which I had learned had a connotation of giving one’s heart and body to a mate, not of being a slave in the sense of degrading ownership.
She continued to moan and cry out as I drank deeply, running my tongue around the swollen bump as I did.
Sashar said, “Master, suck the other! Suck them both! Ah oh oh! Death, death, death! My tits cry out and my body sees stars! Oh, w-a-a-a! Suck me prince! Master, suck my milk!”
She was orgasming now. I hadn’t touched her crotch, but she ground it against my stomach as she convulsed from my attention to her chest and the feel of her milk flowing into my mouth as I swallowed. I reached around and between her thighs and pulled my penis into position. I touched the end of it to her blossom and felt that it was already open and wet. The head touched the center of her bloom and she pulled back from my mouth and planted herself on my pole in one move! I felt the barrier for an instant only and then she had forced herself to the hilt.
She cried out, not in surprise or pain, but in ecstasy and orgasm. She immediately began bouncing up and down on me, her hands braced against my chest. Then she rocked back and forth as if riding a bull in a rodeo, convulsing continuously. I could feel the clenching and squeezing as her vagina spasmed hard around my penis, tight inside her wetness.
There were no words in the noises that she made, but there were plenty of noises. She went on for a bit, but this was new to her and she had no concept of pacing herself or prolonging her experience and soon she collapsed face down on my chest as aftershocks of her last orgasm shook her.
My thoughts were, “Wow, that was intense! Man, this girl is really pretty! I hope she wants more when she comes to.”
I hugged her to my chest, but after a moment, I started to hug her rear end with one hand as well. She had an especially nice rear end.
As I waited for Sashar to recover, I thought about how different each of the girls was.
Sashar was petite, enthusiastic, and direct. She ran when she wanted to be somewhere, she yelled when she was excited, and she took action when no words were needed. She smiled constantly and life seemed to be a fountain overflowing with playfulness. She was considerably smaller than the other girls. She was probably going to turn out to be the most fun loving and pixie-like of the bunch. She reminded me of a very playful cartoon rabbit. She described herself like a lioness and wanted her lovemaking fast and playful.
I didn’t really know what Alexia was going to be. She had experienced a change this evening. She had been the odd girl who spoke without emotional content. Tonight, after her release, she expressed herself fine and with warmth. The villagers, even her closest friends, thought that she was too unattractive and uncommunicative to find a mate, but she thought that she was that way because she knew that no man in Tranna was good enough to deserve her. She had a brilliant eye for building design and architecture and she was a skilled woodworker. Six-foot-two and toned like an athlete. Alexia wanted to make love with a man who could be as direct as she could and had a tinge of a desire to be able to be submissive in bed. Not really submissive, but more like she wanted her man to be strong enough with his desires to take what he wanted and to let her do the same. I remembered that she had asked me how strong I was. Apparently she needed her mate to be stronger than herself. Certainly I fit that bill where no other man in Tranna would.
Aeyli, the first mate, was an amazing beauty and graceful in the extreme, but she was thought of as rebellious and uppity. She spent the first part of her life knowing that she would never have a husband, running back and forth to a shrine in the wilderness, waiting for a mysterious stranger that no one believed would ever come. She was a very quick learner and a genius for political and social tactics. She was also fiercely loyal to her friends, finding the same happiness for them that she herself had found… and with the same man in the same bed.
Rani, or Torani, was more grounded, and more ‘average’. She was more sexually outgoing than Aeyli, perhaps, but Aeyli was plenty sexual herself. It seemed that Rani was more of a follower than the leader that Aeyli was and for that reason, less reserved. She was very affectionate toward both Aeyli and Belle and easily expressed love for both Alexia and Sashar.