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SYNOPSIS
This text novel tells the story of how our outer space nymphomaniac, Sanoon Sarem, takes advantage of a once-off opportunity to join the fight to reclaim her home planet of Ankora.
Using all her sexual skills and with the bare minimum of clothing, our heroine beats the odds, gets to shag a few more aliens and ends up queen of the universe.
This is the longest adventure featuring the lovely Sanoon yet; weighing in at over 80,000 words. Join in the mayhem, sex and various bodily fluids as Sanoon finally gets to go home.
EXTRACT
He was, I was happy to see, openly admiring the view I was giving him. We were at
the rear of the ship’s wide bridge in a communal area where usually off-duty crew gathered
for some innocent fun. I was hoping for some of that myself. His eyes were greedily
devouring my body while his mind tried to think of a good reason not to bed me. My tits
were happily engorging in anticipation of some exercise and I could feel my nipples
hardening in expectation of what might be in store.
“I really like you, Sanoon,” he added.
“I don’t care if you like me,” I replied, giving my wet bits a rub with a finger. “I
just want you to fuck me until I scream, and then I want you to do it all again to me.”
“That may have to wait until after we’ve taken Ankora,” he said defiantly.
“Either or both of us might be dead before that happens. What’s the harm in sampling
me now and later?”
“I feel it wouldn’t be right. This is a sacred mission for me and I’ve vowed not to
give in to lust before I have completed my task.”
“Sounds like religion to me,” I commented oafishly, and not without a measure of
selfishness. “But on the other hand it’s quite cute. Maybe what this expedition needs is
a little more of what you’re proposing and less of the wall-to-wall shagging I’ve seen
back on Waypoint.”
“I’m glad you understand, Sanoon,” he said sounding relieved.
“I understand, Greg, but unfortunately a girl has her own needs. I’m going to be a
very great temptation to you during this voyage so I hope your principles are up to it.”
Carelessly I paraded myself before him leaving him in no doubt as to my anatomy.
“Frankly I’m going to explode unless I get some relief, and if you’re unable or
unwilling to ease me then you’re either going to have to watch me bring myself to the most
shattering orgasm I can manage or go someplace else and plug up your ears as I tend to get
a little noisy.”
To reinforce my point I sat down on the tabletop in front of him, spread my legs and
began to delicately finger my engorged bits. I was still hoping to feel something solid
inside me before long. Maybe, being in the presence of a male of my own species, my
hormones were even more insistent than usual. I was so fertile I could feel the egg
inside me pleading to be fertilized and my clit vibrating in anticipation. If Gregory had
weakened and leapt atop me there and then there was little doubt I’d end up pregnant, and
at that moment that eventuality was of little concern to me. I felt the first stirrings of
a climax gathering in my loins and my concentration was narrowed to achieving my intended
end and Gregory’s presence in front of me seemed to fade.
I think he decided it was best he wasn’t around to witness my ecstasy, and I was dimly
aware of him turning away and deciding to make an inspection of the ship’s more remote and
distant parts while I scratched my itch.
I must be a real bitch because I made Gregory’s life a hell during the next few days,
if you can call doing everything imaginable to get him to shag me hell. I went out of my
way to give him every opportunity a man could hope for, despite his stated intent to save
himself for some unspecified moment in the future. I moped about the ship baring all, and
gave the poor lad endless insights into my most intimate parts; never failing to press my
naked flesh against him whenever our paths crossed or finding excuses to expose myself. I
idly played with my breasts when we sat across from each other at the meal table and found
many reasons to bend down and pick some non-existent object up from the floor just to
provide him with yet another golden chance to eyeball my wet crotch.
To supplement that endless regime of titillation, I found it necessary to confront him
at regular intervals and literally throw myself upon him. I would approach him on some
pretext and after first rubbing my tits all over him and making a grab for his balls I
would passionately kiss him full on the lips. No man, no matter his ideals, can resist
that sort of approach for long and soon we would be madly pashing; my hands roaming all
over his body while he would be struggling against the rising tide of lust inside his
pants.
