Why Does it not Die? - RubeGoldberg Contest

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Teaser: viewtopic.php?t=713This is for the Rub Goldberg contest.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Why Doesn't It Die?
Author: Writer's Bloque
Content Warnings: The best laid plans of Mice, Men, and Alien Empires. This story may offend, will have sex, and most likely be unsettling. Enjoy
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In the universe, things are so chaotic that it even appears to be in perfect order, but when one casts another away to die, it would be in their best interest to just finish the job to leave nothing to chance. But for a grizzled Terran warrior and an alien princess of an empire with a 32% stake in the Commonwealth, plans made in secret will be ripped asunder. Crushed by the weight of plans fueled by lust, rage and revenge.
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Why Doesn't It Die?

Halcyon VI lay below the Coitican Imperial Frigate. The world ruined beyond any salvation, a dead rock where not even the most hardened of species could survive. There was water, irradiated in ways that it would never in many life times be able to be consumed. All floral life was eradicated in the first strike, the inhabitants in the second in a hellish war that last ten long years, over three hundred or so galactic years ago.

The Commonwealth was just getting going well, when it was granted diplomatic permission from the three empires that had control of Halcyon VI to found a colony. Families happy after a full year of travel, even with jump gates and station stops for refuel and resupply, were preparing for landing, finally getting the chance to stretch their legs on a planet so close, when they were betrayed. Lured into a trap to test the Terran's war strength. The ship did not last long under the brutal onslaught from the surface. The only thing to survive was the data streams from families sending love to their families back home, and then the emergency beacon signal. Betrayal, raw and undiluted.

The three empires, the Coiticans being the strongest, had no intentions of allowing the inferior humans to inhabit the planet, or expand into their tightly held domain. But history would point out the huge folly of such a decision. The war was almost a one sided genocide. Terran's and allies were brutally efficient in slaughtering the wholly unprepared now unified empires under one banner. No one expected that the lowly humans would resort to tactics that would be seen as dishonorable among those empires. But what ant kingdom cares for honor when their nest was stomped on?

Halcyon VI was the crown jewel of the empire. While not a Home world for the empire, it was the most strategic planet for both resources, and technology. A massive trading hub, cultural center, and even religious capital. It was the most defended planet in the empire, next to the royal capital. But the Terran's had swept past the defenses in short order, as if everyone was single handed asleep on duty. The UCWS Kali was so prepared and efficient that even the admiral of the fleet shed a sympathetic tear as the unheard of destruction of the planet was quick, deliberate and almost heartless.

In the time it would take the Commonwealth soldiers to gear up, the last of the population of billions breathed their last breath. No other planets were majorly attacked, minor suppression skirmish meant to stop reinforcements and to show the true Terran might. But nothing on this scale. While being a complete "Power over Brains" society, the audacity of the humans stunned the known universe. Soldiers displaying unnatural powers, due to the rampant AAS outbreak, continuing this far into the future, and backed up by a history of using hellish atrocities to either stop a war, or to incite one for power, made humans the largest threat in the known universe.

And not even an hour after the carrier finished its scans of the planet, hoping beyond hope to rescue survivors, but finding none, the now singular empire bent the knee to the Commonwealth, and in a charitable act, was given the same power to continue to rule their territory as they see fit, but now under the wings of the commonwealth, vowing never again to repeat the actions of the past, or face total destruction.

But history has a nasty way of rearing its ugly head in the strangest of ways....

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The Imperial Frigate, the Decolette was now silent above the planet. A small faction within the empire had not abandoned its warlike nature, and thought the time was right to strike at the Commonwealth for the whole pot, not just their freedom from the overly generous rule of the Commonwealth. Many, many citizens of the empire soften their views of the Commonwealth, as after the war, the humans helped rebuild from the ashes, and now there was only a handful of truly poor citizens in the empire, and even that population was dwindling due to the historically long economic boom. Money, and food became so plentiful, that they were feeding the poorest border worlds easily.

This faction, which had a small voice decided the first step in their plan to take over the universe, was to pave the way to exiling the most vocal advocate for peace, the Heir to the throne, Princess Menagea, while not physically strong in any sense, had a sharp mind that cut deeper than a blade in a battle of wits. She was an absolute goddess of beauty by human standards. But her staunch refusal to marry until she sat upon the throne had made her a jewel to take than a woman to be respected. But in the empire, strength was the written stone law, and women were not seen as strong enough to rule, unless she abandoned any sense of femininity. The last queen's reign lasted a thousand years, but every day was a bloody day.

So when the Princess decided to attend the Commonwealth's University of Advanced Studies, this was the perfect chance to strike. A derelict frigate was sent crashing to the planet below. And the princess was resting in her state room, making sure that she was ready for the first day of classes, in a year and a half, after she arrives at the university, after a long stasis nap. But her stasis pod and personal effects where placed in a prepared pod, and sent to chase the derelict craft to the planet surface.

Their first mistake.

They just blamed the princesses death on an accident when the frigate sent out the distress call. Mistake. Huge one. The Commonwealth monitors all space travel through its territory. The pod was listed as rescued by a small ship, by a man who has carte blanche within the Commonwealth, as he was considered a monster, the kind of monster that scares the monster that makes the boogeyman check closets at night.

The small beat up craft, on its way to the fisherman's paradise of Vektonia III, where the planet had one small continent, only inhabited by people who like fishing, where fish from all over the universe thrived in the salt water, and in the massive atoll with a huge freshwater lake dead center. It was cheap to fish there. Rent a cottage on the sea, or lake, and spend a week or two relaxing at the docks, with bar's and stands nearby. Peace and fucking quiet.

He was 54. He spent his life in training, combat, and training for more combat. From the age of ten, part of a now defunct and highly illegal child soldier program, as his AAS had triggered early, he did not have an official name, just a number. 000001. But he goes by Travis now. No last name, no records exist of him officially. His credits were secretly dispersed to him, and that was just fine. It was not like he was out flaunting his paycheck. Just a quiet life for a very quiet man.

He of course swooped in, rescued the disabled pod, and brought it aboard before it crashed into the ground below. He did the right thing by contacting the Empire and Commonwealth to apprise them of the situation. After learning of her destination. He volunteered to escort her to the University himself. Both powers sighed a relief, and gave him their blessings. He cut contact, as he did not want to fill the air with useless political talk. Fortunately, the University had a direct jump gate to the fishing planet. A win-win.

The ship looked beat up on the outside, but it was superficial. The ship's interior was state of the art. Training rooms, A small two mech bay, and an infirmary. He had a small crew. But mostly everyone keeps to themselves, as everyone onboard was stable enough to go without much contact. So when the Doctor, a former combat medic, and a veteran released her from the failing stasis pod, the kind eyed older woman offered her hand to the royal. The princess taken it, hopeful that she was at the University.

"You are not at the University. Your pod was placed aboard an escape pod that was broken and was going to crash down on Halcyon VI. You are now onboard the Triton."

"Oh."

The two ladies spoke, but the princess knew already. The momentary stop at the memorial planet Halcyon VI was too long. She was supposed to enter stasis once they left the core system at the jump gate. But even then, the war faction was not exactly silent about their wishes. In a society that valued strength over subterfuge, they made it publicly known that the princess was probably not going to rise to the throne, an overt threat on her life. While those that were open about it were punished, the sentiment remained.

She knew her life was in her hands since she was declared to be named successor. Instead of hiding, she became more vocal about peace over violence. So she thought she was ready for the betrayal, but instead found herself lacking. When the shirtless older man entered the infirmary, sweaty as if he was in the middle of doing something hard.

"Sir..."

"Stow it. Get your things and change into something easy to move in, but not fancy. Meet me in the training room in ten minutes."

The gruff man everyone called Travis left as quickly as he entered. He was well known in the empire also, as a man who knew too much, could do more, and even when the odds were against him, could turn it around and win. She even knew of him as a man, a human who even the muscle brained idiots of her empire were not so brave enough to want to stand toe to toe with. And she felt his words in her core, resonating with her will to power. The kind of power she lacked. She felt he was the key to gaining that power and something more...her future.

She arrived in the large training space not a second late. He was standing there holding two training weapons, modeled after the ancient weapons of her people, still used to train soldiers to this day. They would not do much against modern armor, but the dual bladed spears hummed with energy. While not effective against armor, they could disable an opponent to assist in delivering a killing blow on the battlefield. The Empire's fighting style had mimicked the old Earth staff fighting martial arts styles to the point the two could be interchangeable, but he did not want to leave anything to chance.

Punching the comm button on his belt, he told his pilot to set the course to the Dentoros-Abbon jump gate, which would take ten days.

"To start your training, you have ten full days to take this medal off my tank top. You cannot catch me sleeping and take it, and you can only use the weapon and your hands. Fail in ten days and I send you back to your people. Succeed and the training really begins."

He told her and she clicked her tongue in the similar fashion Terran girls would do at a moment of displeasure.

He just tossed her the weapon and smiled.

"Let's begin."

he said as he rushed her.

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As the clock chimed that it was meal time, he carried the supremely exhausted, and unconscious princess to her quarters. Her clothes were torn to uselessness, not even hiding her supple breasts, nor her clean, bald pubic mound. He laid her on the bed, and tucked her in. The woman in a maid's uniform, a maid sent to meet up with the ship in transit was warped aboard, was the princesses carer since the royal was born. To stop her from interfering in the training, she was ordered by the Emperor and Empress to stand down during training time.

"Bring her a meal when she awakes. Do not try to heal her exhaustion. This is part of training."

He said as he kindly pushed a strand of her now dull pink hair out of her eyes. They were not too different from humans, matching in DNA composition. The only marking difference was that their skin and hair would shift colors depending on the mental and physical mood of the individual. The princess was now a dull grey, her vibrant pink hair was now faded marking her as drained emotionally and physically. The maid bowed as she left, to unpack more things sent with her for the princess. The woman would give her life for the princess if need be, so the loyal woman set to her work.

Travis sat at his table in the mess hall, A plate of fried Artreilian deep sea angler fish smelled almost like fried Earth bass, and tasted like tuna fish. He liked its simple nature, with natural grown potatoes he grew in the converted observation deck. Nothing tasted better than vegetables hand grown. He ate as his crew, and reluctantly the maid joined them, and marveled at the food. The conversations at the table were quiet, to not disturb the meal, and that was fine. The crew came to like the maid, her polite demeanor hid a strength few on board could match.

Over the next ten days, she now wore the color of grim determination, her hair a dark purple, matching her skin. Any time she seen Travis, she would attack him. He would smile, change tactics and defeat her promptly. The princess alone, though, her color shifted to something a bit forbidden. Ruby red, the most forbidden color of her people, reserved for courtship and marriage. Slowly she was falling in love with the older man, as she fought to earn her spot by his side. He trained her while honoring her peoples tightly held traditions. For a single woman to stand by a man, she must at least beat him in fair combat once, to prove she can hold her own. He was aware of her feelings. The maid, direct and blunt told him that the princess was smitten with him and to act accordingly to their traditions.

No traditional taboo's about love outside of ones own people, nor sleeping with them before marriage, the only sin is to not be allowed to prove oneself worthy. He was taken with her too a bit. The age difference was a little steep, but her people aged slowly, and matured slower. She was 22 by the galactic calendar, but her maturity level was that of a high school graduate, outside of status and social requirements. She was a girl in love, though half as strong as most of the other women of her people, she could in fact stand her ground with the strongest fighters outside her people.

What he was doing to her was to show her that peace could only be won with strength to back it up. Childish Idealism would get her killed quickly in the universe. Not everyone shared the live and let live attitude some other races had. Those races often found themselves targets of subjugation, or allied themselves with a stronger power. Neither looked good to be as an Empress. She needed to learn another way to rule. But knowing her people, she would also need to know how to fight some male challenger to her claim to rule.

During the training time, the idiots decided to hire a shit bag merc crew to off the ship while it was in the void of the Imperial space near the border boundary.

Their Second Mistake.

The merc's and the general universe at large did not know the specs of the little ship. It looked tired and beat up. Looks. Infact it was designed to look like that, but the ship could withstand attacks up to and from Capital class and below. Dreadnoughts and World class ships would have a bit of a problem in destroying it, but still would eventually wreck it. So when the mercs decided on a quick surgical strike to wipe the ship out. Big mistake. His crew had already hacked the ships and traced the money, letting the ships pound on the ship a bit. Then the peaceful ship, which was just a massive RV on paper opened all of its weapons port, ones it was not supposed to have. The guns emerged and then the mercenaries died horribly. The drones combed the wreckage taking everything of value, and then the tenth day of training was nearing its end.

After nine days of training.,,

She barely managed to get the medal off of his chest. She used everything in her book she filled with his lessons, and then used a couple of things she was not too proud of, resorting to using some of her wiles to catch him off guard, but she managed to hold the medal in her hand as he was in mid blow, but this time she crumpled with a smile on her face.

"Clean her up. Heal her up. We are about to jump."

He told the maid, already knowing she had the medal. It was not as if he threw the fight. He didn't. She earned it fair and square, but what was the most important part was she learned the lesson. To not be so haughty to fight tooth and nail. Enemies rarely fought predictably, and if you have to change tactics, it would be best to pivot and try a new thing.

While she sat naked in the healing tub, letting her breasts half soak in the warm liquid, he was going over the data they stolen from the dead merc crew. He sent the important bits to bot the Commonwealth and Empire. They traced the money, right back to the highest Imperial advisor, who was supposed to oversee the change of power when the time came. This did not stand. The man was publicly executed for attempting to murder the princess before the Change of Seat Ceremony, where the most worthy successor would be fairly chosen through trial by combat. Which was still far off, as her father could still beat challengers to the throne, and her mother could still fend off women seeking to bear more worthy heirs.

As the ancient gate roared to life for each user, security forces chosen their ship for a routine inspection. A devote follower of the law, Travis ordered the ship to move to the search area, as men in space suits flew towards the ship, and in the group, two men were flying with a large box. Not standard by any means. The party boarded and began the ship search. After an hour of false evidence being produced, Travis used the military channels to call in a favor...

Their Third mistake.

Planting evidence, and bombs on board was not going to be tolerated. The Capital class UCWS Gungnir slid right to docking position next to the tiny ship, tiny in comparison. No men in suits came out, but an entire drop platform full of suited armed soldiers decided to do a boarding training session. They boarded, herded the security forces out, a soldier with an itchy trigger finger accidentally blasted the two men with the box and then cleared the ship of everything planted. No charges were filed as the point was made. Soon, with a bottle of scotch traded for real earth chocolate the little ship vanished into the gate.

It seemed the bad guy's plan was going to need more guys, and failing so very hard. The perfectly laid out plan, was dismantled effortlessly by a man and a ship. The machine of a plan was now losing parts that forced the planners to have to grow dumber with each attempt on their lives.

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After the jump the next lesson was stamina training and critical thinking in combat. This was definitely the harder lesson so far. The early mornings found her jogging half naked, save for gravity anklets and bracelets. While jogging he handed her an old earth math workbook for calculus. She had to have a page done, ten pages total before she could rest. Rest was a break for food, water and then time in the gym. He instructed her based on the medical facts of her people. He designed a training routine that would help her get stamina and strength. This time it was not a threat to motivate her. It was a singular promise to honor one wish of hers if she could run an entire lap of the ship without stopping and not winded.

This took three months to achieve.

Then he stepped it up, to now running around on the hull of the ship. While solving equations, and then counting, and remembering the number of specific things on the hull. Bolts, micro antennas, and blinking lights were some of the thing. And to up the training she had a time limit each day to beat. Failure would mean she had to start over. This would add to helping control her breathing, and not waste any movements.

She mastered this in a month.

Her body was still sexy, but there was a slight harder edge to it.

The fourth mistake was made.

In the expanse of not so empty space, amid the space trailer park stations, traders, and the Void Guild, the basic smuggler trader fair, their speed was regulated as light drives were limited to thirty percent, so in comparison, it was like the family road trip in an old earth vehicle. Not getting anywhere fast. The jump gate was still two months off.

They still sparred, but now training hand to hand and firearms after the stamina training. While guns were not banned from the Ceremony, it was frowned upon to battle with a gun, when your opponent is melee. It was not unheard of, of challengers fighting with a melee weapon, but drawing a form of gun in tight quarters to secure the win. She would not be that desperate. She was cleaning old earth gunshot residue off her skin, when a large zombie looking ship was moving to swallow the ship.

Geekers.

They were junkies, ex soldiers, thieves, and psychotic cannibals. Basically universal trash. But they were organized in its single minded goal of the next high and getting paid to pay for it. So when this massive junk ship tried to eat the small ship. The small ship obviously said no, and while the princess was soaking, looking out the window at the men in suits and some creatures not, looking back at her with lustful grins. But then the ship started its attack, while shrugging off harpoons, tractor beams and boarding attempts.

The fight lasted minutes, until the large ship was breaking up, and the small ship darted towards a dining station.

"Part of the training, Now you must eat a carbohydrate loaded meal. Balancing a diet in combat is nearly impossible, and needing to know how to fuel your body is critical. Order what you think you can eat that will not add weight, but will feed your body right. AND you may have one piece of Earth apple pie. Also, you can only wear a one piece dress, just above your knees."

He said as she blinked in confusion. Her color shifted to sky blue to match. The rest of the crew departed to hit up the many options in chow halls. His choice was styled after the historically accurate Earth diner. He ordered five fried eggs, four pieces of toast, real bacon and sausage, as it was not as rare as beef, and a large, cheese covered hashbrowns, and two fruit muffins of dubious origins.

She ordered a smaller version of his order, but with tea instead of the coffee he ordered. They waited in the empty diner, as officially breakfast did not start yet, the time difference was staggering. He was sitting next to her at the table rubbing his hand on her exposed thigh. In her culture, sexual contact in public was the same as him claiming her as his chosen. A declaration of love and an open threat of violence to any male dumb enough to interfere. He was interested in her, despite their huge gap in status. She responded by making a grab at my crotch. Then she smiled smugly as food was delivered.

They ate in silence as the crew walked about buying snacks and food. The time passed as they moved from the massive mess hall to the refueling center, where he paid for a complete refueling, including the emergency reserves. They had still three weeks to the next gate, and during that time he spent his time training her stamina further by having her dismantle the wreck of the ship they destroyed by hand. It was hard labor, but not hard enough to break her. She took to it earnestly, as their scrap bins filled, to be broken down and stored for ship repair. The gate path was now cleared, and it was time to get back on the journey.

Her body had taken a bit more of a harder edge, but not lacking any of its grace and beauty. She noticed her royal lazy fat was gone, her body honing into a killing machine. But as she touched herself, staring at herself in the mirror, she felt her biology shifting in tiny amounts, her body shape. She was so very fucking horny, that her body craved more than a couple of toys, her maids mouth, and her fingers. She wanted him, but he was adhering to her people's culture to damned hard.

Terran's were known to fuck at the drop of a hat. Where was this legendary wanton lust she fantasized about with the other royals her age in quiet tea's, idle gossip about taking a Terran lover. She wanted him to completely destroy her. He had the weapon for it, it was outlined in just about anything he worn. But she could only feel it through fabric. He would not touch her with it, until she bested him and his damned lessons. She came hard in the shower, collapsing to the floor of the shower, her own orgasm coursing through her still, like being electrocuted. Her people's orgasms lasted an hour, the longest was half a day in recorded history. She whimpered at his cruel adherence to her people's rules.

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The enemy, meanwhile was setting up intricate plans to kill her, and anyone helping her. Each one failing as soon as it started. But one of the plans had actually changed things a lot. Terran's were known to be sensitive to certain radiations. But a newly discovered type had not even been tested, and what it brought about was something akin to a warrior, ageless, and now returned to his prime.

The bomb.

It was a standard Proxdet mine, billions floated around the cosmos, relics of wars and territorial disputes since time began. Nothing too serious for normal ships and at least normal level shields, more annoying, but not deadly, except maybe to illegal rigs or ships held together with tape and gum. But before the sensors could alert the crew to the abnormality of the mine, it exploded ahead of the ship, and then Travis, being the only Terran born on Earth, collapsed during an intense training session. The princess' stomach hurt for a moment, but that was forgotten as her deep love interest laid on the floor almost dead.

He woke up feeling fresh. Not like after a good shower kind of fresh, but the kind of fresh you stop feeling after a certain age. The kind that says you're hot to trot and the universe be damned. He looked in the mirror, and the same scarred, ugly face stared back at him. But he felt...fresh. Like a day one recruit. The good doctor told him that his cellular aging had just quit. His death of old age would be postponed for a very long time. Upwards of at least two hundred years if the early tests were to be believed.

"Fuck."

He said as he checked the implanted gear in him. All that military flashy crap did was annoy him. But its internal scans showed that his body would be lacking all the aches and pains he was used to, and worked through. This really pissed him off. No one else was affected, except the princess, who had come down with a bad case of gas. He dressed, and returned to the bridge. He thought that the slight shadow on the sensors could be ignored, but is best guess was that they were the trap setters. More idiots trying to take out a princess before she could do something about her near idiotic people before they made more enemies they could not handle.

He sat in the rear turret seat, the guns extending, and then he began sweeping fire at the shadow's position. If the shadow blip had any sense at all, they would get out of there. But they wanted to get in scanning range to get proof, then get paid. The sweeping fire was a distraction, for the two drones, specially made to stalk cloaked ships. Once they found it, they latched onto the ship and exploded, ending the cloak.

His guns ate the ship alive, and spit out debris. In under a couple of minutes the stalking ship was just wreckage on the way to the gate.

Their fifth mistake was made, stealing a man's earned death. Now he has to keep kicking rocks in this universe for a long time.

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After months of travel and training, he decided to end this bullshit cloak and dagger shit once and for all. He set a trap, at the last gate that would take them to the university. He called the Commonwealth and Empire, calls to people on both side's he knew he could trust wholeheartedly. A delegation was to be sent, to the university, the Emperor, and Empress, and all of the faction that wanted their daughter dead. He set the stage for a grand finale that could either end happily, or in tragedy.

The place was the Student Intake station, that is connected to the university's main station by a gravity train. However, the plan involved calling in a favor with the Commonwealth that would ensure that the only people on the train was his crew, the princess, her parents and the delegates, to inspect the facility to see if it meets royal standards.

Once the ship docked, out of commission for awhile for "repairs" he would be protecting the princess in person further. The first bit of trouble happened at the train station.

The plan was simple. Attack the Empress, but slay the princess. It would have worked if Travis did not see it coming from a mile away. He grabbed the assassins wrist, threw him to the ground, and had thrown the man's knife into the chest of one of the delegates who was behind the princess with a knife. The man died, despite the blade stabbing him in a non lethal area. His mouth foamed, and he fell over. Poisoned blade. The mess was cleaned up, and the delegates were forced into thinking on their feet.

Each hour of the trip, a delegate would die, mostly to extremely poor planning, until when they arrived at the University proper, there were military police waiting for the remaining three delegates. The royal family raised their hands, to signify that there was no immunity granted to them for the attempted wholesale murder of their beloved daughter. The last of the faction was led off to be tried and executed under the heaviest of Commonwealth laws. Nothing of value was lost.

After new student orientation, they were lead to the dorms for royalty, and that is where her family would part ways, and he got the order that would change their lives. His crew would work at the University in the fields they were talented in, and he would remain her personal body guard for the forty years she would remain in study. The Emperor and Commonwealth had picked up on his condition, and her mother noticed that around him she was sexually aroused. So it made sense that he would be her permanent guard, lover, consort and future husband, though he would refuse any political power if it ever came to it.

This news left him stunned, standing there in her dorm, holding the three heavy crates of her stuff as her maid gently removed everyone from the room, even the other princesses who were her friends growing up from other empires, now roommates. He gently sat the stuff down and tried to escape. Her grip on the waist of his pants threatened a total loss if he moved one inch.

"No, Travis, you stay right fucking there."

"Uhh."

In the face of her sexual fury, he was for the first time in a very long time, scared for his life. He was an older man, and that look in her eye was that no one was leaving that room unfucked. No one.

She stripped him. He kept his word, and honored their traditions. She could stand at his side, hold her own, and now he had a promise to fulfill.

He stripped her of the Terran clothes that the good doctor gave her, from her youth. The fit nicely, almost making her look like a human college freshman girl. Almost.

Her body was burning hot, the forbidden color of lust dyed her intentions to reality. She kissed him like she watched in old Earth movies, deep and hard. Their lips parted to catch their breaths before he began caressing her body, as he bit and nibbled her neck. She shivered at the lovely pain, as she felt his hard body, and found herself growing wetter under his attentions.

"Stop this play of fore, and fuck me!"

She said lying on her back, legs spread open and she pulled him into her honeypot. She guided his thick tool right into her awaiting pussy with a practiced move, letting his cock head spread her lips deliciously. Then she pulled his hips forward, her virginity torn, but there was no real pain or blood, a long gone formality, that even the loss of her virtue would not stop her from finally getting to fuck this human, fuck him so hard he could not or would not forget here even in his wildest dreams.

He tried to fuck her brutally, as she wanted, but she fucked back twice as hard, and soon it was becoming an intense sparring session, just using their bodies to fight out their sexual tension. Every thrust of his was met with her grinding down on him, every nail in his back became a grab for her breasts with his teeth. The sex long abandoning the purpose, now became a wanton display of delicious sexual violence of two warriors trying to out fuck the other. Whispered promises of love from each other also became a love filled quest of taming each other to their hidden desires. He wants her to squirm and act like a normal woman in bed, she wants him to breed her so hard no one else can. But as their bodies spoke their desires, they fit perfectly together. As if the universe wanted to tease them.

Would she change her quest for the throne for him? No. Would he leave her when she sits her nice tight ass on the throne, whenever her father decided to retire? No. One universal truth formed in their hot and sweaty lovemaking. It was a quiet vow to never be apart. Even if marrying a Terran was a quiet secret, she would not shy away from it. In fact History books in the distant future would tell tales of wars being stopped as she rode his cock while on the throne.

But for the next half an hour, the future could wait as she climaxed one after another, until he deposited his load deep in her feminine core.

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Later, she would be the first to exit the room, looking freshly fucked, but still put together, And he stumbled out on unsteady legs, looking like he got jumped. They joined the group, as her roommates giggled in secret with her, to tour the campus proper.

He sighed into the cool evening air, watching the Imperial capital class ship depart, with promises of having a place in the family, and a knowing look of happiness from the Empress. He held her hand while they watched the ship speed off to the Gate.

"You know you are one beautiful pain in my ass."

"And only you could wreck me right. Dick me down, Daddy, Fuck me hard and put me away sweaty."

They teased each other looking out to the stars as they boarded the train again, the last one for the night, to start their new lives as student, and protector, lovers, and betrothed....
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I wanted to write this story for a long time, but was hung up on the fact that I did not want it to be a series as I intended, because it would devolve into a boring "fight, fuck, rinse and repeat" story. So I just posted the first part of it and using it for the contest. I also did not want to elaborate in too great detail about the evil plans, because the reasons were silly at best. I kept it simple for the sake of the narrative. Besides In the end she was well trained and then well fucked. Who could want more?