Space Pilot - Part 4

“Why?” “You are a woman and the women are closed in the huts until the decision stay.” “Verne, I'm supposed to be part of this tribe, a member, so I'll move like one too!” she asserts. She pushes him aside and opens the door. Two men with spears and long machetes at their hips stand guard at the door. When they see the pilot about to leave the hut, they aim their spears at the woman and want to push them back. With the forearms protected by the exoskeleton the pilot throws her weapons aside and steps up next to the men. Two short wing beats later they lie dazed on the floor. Proud and upright, she walks between the huts to the center of the village.

Try twice more Men stop her, but both times the men remain crushed by her return. Verne, still naked, comes to her side. The pilot hesitates a moment, then she nods and together they step out onto the village square. The sight of them immediately evokes frantic activity. A horn is blown and only minutes later the village square is surrounded by men. The pilot now gets an idea of the men.

Were the green skinned ones Women are delicate and small, so these men are real giants. Your muscle mountains stand out clearly under their iridescent green skin and there is no one who does not have at least one head is bigger than Verne. "And you defeated them?" she asks her co-pilot in disbelief. "Yes!" he says. "One is still in his hut, but he's doing better. I had dislocated his knee.

He told me a lot about the culture while I was around him the pilot looks at Verne in astonishment. “You took care of him and he did admitted it, even though you hit him and his wife…?” She shakes it in astonishment Head. "Why not? It's their way. They don't hold grudges against each other. Besides, he has his Didn't get his wife because of me either, his brother got her.

It stays in the family!” The pilot now examines her partner with completely different eyes. His style has changed. He is no longer so submissive. He's also put on more muscles, not much, but still that she notices.

His face is even more angular, but he looks even healthier than before launch from Earth. He stands proud and upright despite his smaller body size beside her. Again her gaze wanders over the assembled men. Some men wear some kind of belt or a loincloth, but many are naked. They stand in imposing poses and look at the pilot openly.

She gets a little funny when she interprets the looks and notices that very few have her face as a target, but she continues to stand upright. Another minute later a man comes out of the big hut on the edge of the village square. None of the men dared stand in front of the entrance. He wears it on his head man wears a headdress, the essential part of which is the skull of a ripping lizard. As he enters the square, all the men drop to their knees, including Verne.

The pilot remains standing causing a general murmur from the congregation. "That's the chief!" whispers Verne. “Normally you kneel down in front of him to salute him show that his rank is recognized, for he has vanquished a rogue lizard alone.” "Then I'll talk to him right away!", the pilot replies just as quietly. The chief moves towards them proudly. He stops a step in front of her and sparkles at her angrily. Then he speaks to her in quick words. "What did he say?" the pilot asks Verne. "He says you're a guest, but you're breaking the rules.

You are a weak Woman and wouldn't have the right to stand here!" "Tell him I'm a woman, but I'm not weak!” she asks Verne to translate. "Oh, and how do people greet each other anyway?" Verne first translates, then he explains the greeting ritual to her. "Equals, the face each other peacefully, present their members. Then the guest grabs the member of its host and strokes it until it is stiff.

Then the host does same with his guest!” The chief snaps at Verne. He flinches. Then explained he tells the chief what he said to the pilot about the greeting. Before the chief If she can even react, the pilot has spread her legs and pushed her pelvis forward and, pulling her labia aside, presents her vagina to the chief. "Tell him, Verne, that I want to talk to him peacefully, on an equal footing!" Verne stutters as he translates this request.

The chief snorts contemptuously and wants himself turn away. "Tell him I think it's very rude to leave me like that, after all I killed a riparian.” Verne quickly translates. The chief stops and looks at her. Very slowly he approaches the pilot. His menacing gaze bore into hers. Calmly waits for the pilot.

The chief comes close to her, grabs his penis and before she can dodge, a short golden blast hits her in the leg. Then he turns Chief turns around and goes back to his hut. "What was that now?" she asks Verne. Verne squirms a bit. "He stripped you of your hospitality and...er... declared war. Since they don't have a shack for him to pee on, he just had to grab her leg. It is a very personal declaration of war. She is none of the tribe's business, only her and him. If it were against a tribe, he would have peed in the village square, or rather between her feet.” The pilot is angry.

"Does that mean I have to pee at his cabin if I want to declare war on him too?” “Yes!” The pilot walks briskly to the hut of the chief. She is about to squat down when a yell from Verne warns her. "equals, Pilot! Kneeling upright, proud and not submissive.” It takes a second until the pilot understands what Verne means. Then she stands in front of the entrance and pushes her again pelvis forward and pulls the labia to the side.

After a moment of concentration a strong golden beam breaks out of it and hits the door frame. Forms quickly a puddle on the floor. The pilot stops her beam and goes back to Verne. "Oh, pilot!" Verne moans. "Maybe that was a bit too much of a good thing!" "Why?" Chief could, if he wanted to, use the amount of liquid as an invitation to score fight.

"Fight to the bitter end!” The pilot jerks around. ,Oh no!', chase their minds. 'Not that too!' 'Next time warn me a little more precisely! What will the fight be about?” she asks Verne. "Since it was personal, probably about status and honor. But since he is chief, and in In the event of his defeat, or even his accidental death, this office also becomes vacant the leadership of the tribe.

If you win, your tribe has defeated its and will itself subordinate to yours. But since you don't have a tribe, I think that in the event of Victory chief.” “Me as chief?” she laughs sadly. “Do you think the men would accept that?” “No!” Verne says like a shot. "But if You win, then anyone who doubts it would have to fight you!” He grins at the pilot on.

"I doubt there is anyone who would be a match for you! Hmm, I have to tell you "But I'll say I'd try anyway!" She looks at him in disbelief. "You would you want to fight me?" "Pilot, I'm the only one with similar combat training how she enjoyed it!” says Verne. "I would have a chance to be chief, and you would also be quite powerful as my wife!” The pilot shakes her head, but before she says anything say, the chief steps out of his hut. He took off his hat. His body is smeared with oil and his powerful muscles gleam in the sunlight. He confidently approaches the pilot.

He stops a step in front of her and stretches them hands out to the side. "He accepts you as an equal in this fight!" whispers Verne. "At least you have done!" "What do you mean 'in this fight'?" "That means you're going to fight him right here! If you accept, then spread both arms out like he did. If you If you want to put one condition, then just one arm!” Verne continues. The pilot stretches an arm to the side. An excited murmur goes through the ranks of the Men.

The chief glares at the pilot angrily. Then he talks to Verne. "You should set your terms. But he does not know whether he would make concessions to a woman want!” says Verne warningly. "Tell him I want to be seen as a man until this fight is done and the winner fixed. And should I die, then there must be no disadvantages for you in the tribe!" she asks Verne to translate. "Oh, don't worry pilot, nothing will happen to me and nothing is expected of me!", he says.

He adds with a grin. "Except for the fact that I'm worried about the loss of my Claim to my wife mourn!” She would have liked to confront Verne now, um to clarify this drivel about claims, but he is in the process of translating their demands to the chief. He looks at the pilot, then smiles and gives Verne instructions. "Fine, he agrees!" Verne grumbles. "But there is something else. Winner is in such Fight the man who manages to insert his member in the other's butt.

The chief smiles because he can't lose that way since you don't have a limb!” The Pilot is surprised, then she laughs. "A real smart one, huh? But he reckoned without that Host made!” The pilot closes her eyes. Silence falls over the village square, not a sound is heard. The pilot immerses herself deeply in her thoughts and her feelings.

legs apart she stands up in the circle of naked men. Their wings slowly unfold and shine in the sky light of the suns. Suddenly a murmur is heard and the chief audibly snaps Air. Suddenly a limb swings between the pilot's legs. Verne stares in amazement at this new part of the pilot's body, but then he recognizes the trunk of the symbiote again.

He smiles as he looks at the chief and explains that this woman must be regarded by him as an equal in all respects. The chief nods slowly. "Nice trick, pilot!" Verne praises. "It is very difficult to communicate with the symbiote. everything that interests him was whether he could get food that way. Since that might be the case, he's interested!" the pilot rejects the praise.

"When and where should the fight take place?" Verne asks chief and translates his answer. "He wants to know if you can really fly?" In response, the pilot takes off and hovers in the air in front of the pilot. your wings whirl up the dust on the village square, which settles on the chief's oiled skin and suddenly makes him look gray. The man waves the pilot down again. Again he turns to Verne. "He can't fly and only has his arms to fight with.

When he determine the place then you can choose the time, he suggests!" "Good! Let him vote!” Again translates Verne and the chief seems to know very well where to fight. ,He seems to be well prepared.', the pilot thinks. 'It almost looks like a trap!' Pilot. He wants to fight you in the nearby mountain lake!” Verne translates dully. ,In the lake? This is his downfall in the truest sense of the word!', the pilot rejoices inwardly. She says aloud, also in a weak voice: "Agreed.

But then immediately!” Verne is surprised, but translated immediately. The chief nods, then announces to the whole village, what was decided. The men leave immediately. Some still grab baskets with food, then the men go to the mountains.

Verne stays behind with the pilot. "How are you going to do it? Your wings..." Verne wants to give vent to his worries. "Verne, listen carefully to me." She interrupts him. “With these wings I am underwater faster than a dolphin. The wings tolerate water. Hey, I'm not a fly, okay! and stop that 'pilot' and 'she'.

Just say 'Grayson' and 'You'. Can you do that?" "I think so, Grayson." Verne grins. Together the two follow the train of men through a narrow gorge to the mountain lake. Once there they see how the chief already wading into the water.

The pilot hurries to follow him. But on the shore she will held back by a man who spoke a few sentences to Verne. Verne nods in confirmation then he translates. "Pilot, you...

uh, I mean Grayson, you gotta see the chief and attack him. It doesn't matter whether it's swimming or diving. When you're within his reach the fight begins immediately. There are no rules, only death should be avoided. Good luck and hot jets!” The pilot smiles and looks back at Verne, then she goes into the water.

She is surprised to find that the water is not icy, but warm. She wades in water up to her breasts, always keeping an eye on the chief, who is sure of victory stands in water that is shoulder-deep for him. Grinning, she dives under and with a few wing beats bridges the distance to her opponent. Completely overwhelmed by the speed the pilot, she can grab his feet and under the water surface draw.

She hears his strangled cry, then she pulls him into the deeper water. She drags the kicking chief to the ground. There she lets go of him and returns to the Bring air back to the water surface. She jumps out of the water, makes a Looping and diving back down, back to the bottom. The chief comes halfway to her way towards.

He, too, wants to go up to fill his lungs with much-needed air. But the pilot doesn't allow that. As she dives past him again, she tugs the violently defending man back down to the bottom. He fights and tries everything to free himself, but he can't counter the pull of her wings.

panic the chief starts kicking around, but the pilot holds him mercilessly. At the bottom she lets him go again and dives back to the surface herself. On their way back, she starts repeating the same game. The movements of the chief are already very jittery and his resistance lacks strength. The pilot appears again to catch her breath, but on the way back she grabs the chief, who is no longer moves and pulls him to shore.

As the man lies on the gravel, he vomits water and gasps for air. Still weak, he registers where he is and wants to defend himself the pilot rolls him onto his stomach, but he doesn't stand a chance. She spreads his legs and tears his butt apart. Surrounded by a dark blue ring, the chief's butt hole now lies bare in front of her. she grabs the symbiote's trunk and puts it on the anus hole.

The trunk will narrow, then it penetrates the buttocks. When it has penetrated deeply, it thickens. The chief starts moaning. He raises his pelvis and tries to get on all fours.

the Pilot supports him. With weak movements the chief presses against the Trunk, letting it slip out of itself a little, only to then back against the pilot to press. The pilot doesn't understand at first until she realizes that the man is in the ass thrust like Verne vaginad her. As she embraces him, she suddenly has his stiff member in his hand.

First she flinches, but then she begins to close the member caress and massage. The chief keeps moaning and his cock twitches in hers wet hand. She runs her hand up and down the stiff shaft faster and faster. Of the Chief pushes harder and harder on the symbiote's trunk.

Then the penis twitches in her hand and he gasps loudly. The pilot feels a warm liquid her hand, but still keeps going. After a few more movements, it breaks chief together. She pulls her trunk out of the exhausted man's bottom and stands up itself. The men of the village stand around them

"Anyone else want to fight me?" she aggressively asks the group. Verne translates her words. Nobody dares to say anything. As she starts to walk back to the village, she is met by several stopped men. The circle of men surrounding her opens and an old man, who is bent over, comes towards her through the alley.

He's carrying a basket with him covered with a cloth. He stops in front of her and begins to give a speech. Verne tries to translate at the same time. "... we have a brave new chief.

She has her courage in fighting proved a tearing lizard. She defeated the old chief in a fair fight and she has subdued him according to the old custom. Now that there are no more contenders to ye the Wanting to contest the rank of our chief, she becomes our chief here and now. I hereby present her with her tokens of courage.” With the closing words the man reaches into his basket and pulls out two long curved claws. "These are the Claws of the Rashing Lizards.

They are the oldest that the animal had, and they tell of many winters and many fights. The lizard was a seasoned veteran of many battles and but a young warrior was able to overcome them. She should wear them so that everyone can wear theirs Courage acknowledges.” He stretches out his hands, on which the two claws are lying. The pilot accepts them. "Verne, what should I do with this?" she asks a little helplessly. "Usually the chief wears them as ornaments on his penis

Should be something with you difficult!” he grins. She returns Verne's grin, then takes a claw and slides it in through the hole her breast nipple where the ring used to be. She sucks in air with a hiss as she widened the hole a bit so the claw fits properly, but bravely she goes on the second one chest to work in the same way. The men standing around nodded appreciatively. The bend of Claws perfectly match the shape of her breasts and everyone who looks at them will see these signs see of courage. The old man begins to speak again

"Here is her helmet, the head of the lizard. may he Give strength and speed!” The old man sits up with a groan and sits down for the pilot the helmet on his head. When that is done, the men cheer, roar and dance on the Job. Then they all throw their arms in the air and start a song in a deep voice sing as they pick up the pilot and carry her back to the village. Arriving in the village, the pilot is taken to the chief's hut and dropped off.

she stands in front of the entrance, when suddenly the chief who was inferior to her comes and kneels in front of her sinks. Before she can do anything, he starts licking her labia and a fingers to penetrate her. Surprised in that way, but still cautious, she asks Verne, what that means. "If I remember correctly, a defeated chief is banished from the village and closed sent to women. He serves there for a year or two, then returns.

But in some In some cases, the victors also hired the vanquished. What should you be aware of with the treatment he's sending you right now, right?” “Yeah, oh yeah… me I think I know what you mean!” groans the pilot. "What do I have to do to accept his offer accept?” “The same thing you did with the hut!” The pilot nods, then she relaxes and lets her jet run straight into the face of the one kneeling in front of her man.

She lets it all flow and when she finishes the man licks her dry. Then he crawls on all fours into the hut. Verne points to the cabin. “She's yours now, Grayson. You have to enter it.” The pilot turns around and goes inside the hut.

After a while, the old man and Verne follow her. "There is still something to discuss, Grayson." "I don't doubt it!" she replies. The old man begins to babble and Verne translates as the man finishes. On the whole is still about the celebration of the new chief and the demands that Verne has on the woman. After a lengthy discussion, which the pilot wins, it is decided that the celebration will take place tonight. The climax will then be the election of her husband. The old man and Verne leave the cabin and tell the pilot to leave the cabin first when she is called. She does not mind.

She looks at the spacious cottage then she throws herself on the bed and falls asleep. It's already dark when Verne wakes the pilot. "Come, chief, the feast begins!", he grins mischievously. The pilot needs a moment before she realizes what's going on. She puts on her lizard helmet up and stretch. Their wings unfurl with a crackle, forming behind their backs glittering cross.

She leaves the cabin with Verne. Everyone is in the village square men gathered. A high chair stands ready for the pilot on a pedestal. From there should she pay attention to the performances of the men. "It is customary for the new chief to walk past all the men so they can eyeball face eye.

Maybe someone wants to leave your village. Then he has to do this now the chance before everyone commits to you!” Verne explains to her. "Does that mean that when I look at men's faces now, they can say: 'Well, take care, I'll find another tribe!'?' she asks in astonishment. "Yes!" confirms Verne. “If they feel they have been betrayed or insurmountable Obstacles stand between the new chief and a man! But normally never goes a whole village. Three, four men maybe, but no more, as far as I know!” “Your tutor in sociology and behavioral science has to work overtime here done.!” she remarks sarcastically. "Hm, we had a lot of time, yes!" Verne grins.

"You wait, Grayson! Do something! No matter what, but You have to do something!” The pilot enters the circle and walks towards the chair. Without up Hearing the astonished whispers of the men, she climbs the three steps to the chair and climbs onto the chair. She is now standing upright on the chair for everyone to see. The light of Torches standing behind the throne are broken in their wings.

An iridescent play of colours caresses her naked body. A murmur of admiration goes through the crowd. The pilot slowly raises her arms and with a short jump she throws herself off the chair. The men scream, but the pilot doesn't hit the ground, but hovers horizontally in front of the throne in the air. Its wings are humming and very slowly it is gliding Pilot sideways while turning. Exactly coordinated with the sideways movement, has she completes a half turn and levitates in front of the face of the first man next to her her throne.

She looks him in the face for a few seconds, then slides on to the next. So she floats from man to man and looks everyone straight in the eye. When she Once the circle has flown completely, it hovers in the center of the circle. She waves Verne over. "Tell them everyone who wants to go should go now," she commands him.

"But also tell them that I will learn their language and also respect their laws. Who doesn't go now will thus swear allegiance to me and only then be allowed to speak against me again, if he has killed a tearing lizard in a direct duel. Or whatever that right here!” Verne nods in agreement. "As you said, I will translate. It sounds great!” He translates her words and she gets an admiring reply and murmurs of agreement. No man leaves the circle. She floats backwards to her throne. Wrapped her wings like a cloak, she sits down down. Verne comes to her and stands on her left.

Stands on her right a man who must be the tallest man in the village. He easily towers over Verne by three heads. Before standing next to her, he lowers his head and says a few words. She looks questioningly at Verne. "He's the man I lost to today! He rises A claim on you!” Now the pilot looks at the man with different eyes.

slowly her eyes wander over the naked body. His shoulders are broad and his torso is every sculptor's dream. Muscular, fit and with his arms outstretched chest he stands next to her. His muscles gleam in the light of the torches and she knows every fiber recognize.

Your gaze wanders deeper. His stomach is flat and the muscles stand out here too significantly. Again her gaze slides deeper. When she sees his flaccid member, she gets scared.

'That part is already huge!' she exclaims. 'If this gets even bigger, like Verne, then it will tear me up.' Despite these fears, she can have hers Don't take your eyes off the man and his magnificent penis. She feels the familiar pulling between her legs. To distract herself, she tears herself away from the man and watches the performances of the Men. They show all sorts of tests of courage, strength or skill to impress the pilot. Some men attend to a large fire over which an animal is roasting becomes.

Others serve drinks or play music. A relaxed mood prevails the pilot is also carried away. Then, sometime after midnight, the old man enters the circle. With his raspy voice he announces that two men are entitled to one woman would raise.

One had shown himself to be a valiant fighter, and many wooers had already done so fended off, but was ultimately defeated by a better one. But now she should women decide who it should ultimately be, because after all, the first man has many Fought fights and was already exhausted when he met the last one. This was still fresh in strength, so you can't deny the first a second chance. But this one Battle is to take place elsewhere.

And ultimately the woman will decide. "So, Grayson, now is the time. Next to you are the straws. In the center of the circle a skin is spread. You go there first!” Verne instructs her. "I can't do this, Verne!" she interjects. "You can't help it! Unless you're floating off into the night sky now.

Your The problem now is that you can lose face as a chief. You have no alternative!” The pilot gets up hesitantly. She grabs the stalks and slowly, step by step she goes to the fur. Standing there, she takes a deep breath and turns to Verne and his rival around.

Both come striding towards her. Without quite knowing how, she lifts it Hand and the men pull the straws. A quick comparison and Verne resigns. the Pilot lies down on the fur and spreads her legs. 'What am I doing here?' she muses

'I'm really ready, the BIG TABOO to break again and in front of all these men. My mind tells me it is is wrong, but there is no earth government here. My feelings go crazy and demand that I surrender.' Her fingers wander naturally over her body. Play softly her with her claws in her nipples.

She twists the claws slightly so that her nipples are twirled will. A first moan escapes her quietly. Then a hand moves lower. She doesn't even need to reach between her legs, she already knows that her labia are wide open because the heat is rising in her pleasure cleft. She gently strokes her pleasure pearl and she feels the moisture pouring out of her. The man looks at the pilot.

His member is stiff and protrudes enormously from his body. Hesitantly, almost fearfully, he touches her. His hands glide gently over her cheeks, pulling them lines of her face. Then he hesitates, as if he doesn't dare to close the exoskeleton touch. He carefully strokes it.

Then his touch becomes safer. With his big hands he grabs the breasts of the pilot. Massaged with gentle but strong pressure he she. He bends over and licks the stiff nipples.

The pilot finishes with a sigh Massage her pearl and gives herself completely to the man. This moves with his tongue flapping over her stomach. Slowly he gets closer and closer to her gaping column. Then reached his tongue tickling her sensitive spot.

The pilot groans and pushes herself demanding against him. He gladly accepts this request and licks her hot clam out. His tongue penetrates deeper and deeper into her and she feels her juices flow. With light Kissing, he slides back over her stomach to her breasts, between the nipples pinches the lips and gently lengthens them. Suddenly she feels his member pounding against her vagina.

He supports himself on one arm and without releasing his caressing lips from her nipples, he reaches between his legs and positions his mighty member. Gently increases the pressure on her hot pleasure channel. She clearly feels how the stiff member pushes through her hot flesh and start filling them in. The member penetrates deeper and deeper and the pilot has the feeling it can't go any further.

Then the man starts them with gentle and rhythmic movements to bump He increases his speed slowly and with powerful movements. Your heart rushes and her breath comes in gasps. Without being aware of it, she starts the To take over the rhythm of the man and push her pelvis against him.

The emotions threaten to rob her of her senses, she gives herself so much to the man. It doesn't take long and she screams her first climax into the night. The murmur of approval from the others Men who have moved closer in the meantime and their likewise stiff limbs she doesn't hear rubbing. The man on top of her pushes her on tirelessly, faster and harder. His body is glistening with sweat, but his breathing is still calm.

overcome again a wave of hot lust, and again she screams out her lust. Still bumps the man keeps pushing her from one climax to the next. After infinitely appearing Minutes he starts to gasp and she feels his huge member in her wet vagina twitches. Then he gasps loudly, tenses up and rams his member deeper than before in the narrow, hot canal of her lust.

As if through a fog, she feels how it pours into her almost endlessly. With every twitch of his member, he squirts more of his hot cock seed into the glowing fissure. Then he withdraws from her and lies down next to her on the fur. Gently playing his Hands, holding her nipples, stroke her stomach again, gently moving further over hers to delete the pearl of pleasure. Once again the pilot rears up with desire, then she sinks exhausted return. The man gets up.

His friends pat him on the back appreciatively. Also Verne nods to him. The pilot opens her eyes. She slowly straightens up. Sweat runs between them breasts down onto her belly.

The old man comes up to her and gives her a glass of water. she takes a long sip. She pours the rest of the water over her body. "Oh, Verne!" she moans. "I'm sorry, but you're going to have a hard time.

He was good!” Verne kneels down beside her. His stiff member sticks out between his legs. "He was good, yes, I admit that. But I've been thinking a lot! Maybe I can you and them Men still surprise.” Gently he takes her head between his hands, looks into her Eyes.

Then his lips slowly approach hers. At first the pilot is unsure but then she opens her lips and surrenders to the play of his tongue. she tastes Verne smells him and feels his hand gently caressing her skin. He breaks away from her and runs his tongue along her neck.

He blows gently over the wet track and she feels goosebumps forming all over your body. Verne's hands caress her flank and again his tongue wanders over her heated skin. Nibble very carefully he, with his teeth on her nipples, sucks them long into his mouth and lets his Roll your tongue over the areolas. Verne's hands slide down the inside of her thighs. Whenever the pilot thinks Now Verne would stroke her vagina, his hands moving back to the other Direction.

While his kisses on her nipples increase her lust, she drives the game of his Hands almost insane. She begins to lift her pelvis to finally join hers Touching her pleasure center, but Verne dodges her efforts. Now he's gliding his lips lower and kisses her belly button. His tongue circles her navel, tickling them and promises so much more.

Slowly, Verne's tongue wanders deeper, sliding over her mons pubis. Again the pilot hopes in vain that Verne is now licking her little Lustpearl licks. His tongue takes over the play of his hands while he works with his hands caressing her stomach and breasts. She keeps feeling his warm breath over her glowing lust cave, but he does not fulfill her wish. Again and again he teases her like that.

He drags this game on longer and longer until it eventually reaches a climax comes. She roars like an animal as she climaxes her pent-up lust. The surrounding men are very still. There has not been something like that before. A woman yells her Climax into the night even though the man hasn't entered her or her with a finger. Verne now takes pity and kisses the pilot on her pleasure pearl.

Sighing, she squeezes his head on her hot center. Verne licks her wet cunt and plays with his tongue her. Then he breaks away from her again and pushes a finger into her hot canal. Slow he presses his finger through her twitching flesh.

When he can't get any lower, pulls he pulls his finger back and repeats the game, but this time with two fingers. the Pilot moans with pleasure. His fingers slip out of her again and he thrusts again, this time with three fingers. Finally, he takes four fingers and slowly begins to thrust them.

Careful he turns his hand. The pilot groans loudly as she is so dilated, pushes herself but towards his fingers. Then Verne increases the pressure against her hot cave. Slow it is stretched further and further.

It hurts a bit, but she feels that need, finallyto be filled in. The desire is stronger than the slight tug of pain.Again she braces herself against the pressure of Verne's hand. It is stretched even furtherand the pain increases. But her lust increases to the same extent.

She attacks Vernes wrist and increases the pressure against her throbbing vagina. She feels Verne's fist which presses against her narrow entrance and already disappears inside her. Again she seizes his Wrist. She continues to increase the pressure, slowly pulling herself over Verne's hand. Then a short stabbing pain runs through her as Verne's fist completely disappears into her. She cries out, part pain, part pleasure and triumph at Verne's thrust into her can penetrate. The men around the couple shake their heads in disbelief. Verne carefully begins to push the pilot with his whole fist.

First carefully, then bolder, when he realizes that the sheath has adjusted to the size of his fist, he can his Even pull your fist out and push it back in. The pilot gasps and screams her climax in the faces of the surrounding men. The pilot rears up twice more under climaxes, then Verne stops moving and withdraws his hand from hers stretched and glowing vagina. He smears the juice around her butt hole.

Then he presses gently with a finger against her muscle. First the pilot tenses up, but then it begins she enjoy this new twist and relaxes. Verne's finger slides deeper and deeper in her butt. With gentle movements he starts to irritate her butt hole.

First with just one finger, later with two and three fingers. Again the pilot gasped under a climaxon. Her face is wet with sweat and real torrents are running down her body. shefeels every trickle as Verne now turns her onto her stomach and pulls her bottom up.

on everyone Now she kneels in front of him, her bottom stretched steeply upwards. Verne kneels behind her. He slowly pushes his stiff member between her gaping labia. only one few powerful thrusts and again the pilot comes in a climax. Verne pulls out of her and puts his now wet rod up to her butt hole. Strong pushes he pushes him through her tight muscle.

She screams, but pushes against him. As he in her he grabs her waist and pushes her from behind with long strokes. He reaches for hers swinging breasts and massages them. Then he pulls her upper body up.

With one hand he continues to massage her breasts, pulling on her claws so that her nipples stick out. With the With the other hand he reaches between her legs and rubs her pleasure pearl. He slides again and again with a finger in her wet column. The pilot is just lust. She feels Verne's wand in her butt and his finger in hers Rubbing vagina together.

The slight pain in her nipples when Verne's claws Spinning and having her nipples twirled mixes with her lust. Again she feels Vernes Rubbing fingers over her clit. His breathing in her ear is getting heavier, and so is his powerful thrusts increase in intensity. Again she feels a wave of lust wash over her. Verne's panting also gets heavier.

He pushes her harder and harder and rubs her pearl. then both scream out their lust, only to collapse exhausted afterwards. Verne pulls out of her butt. The surrounding men pat him on the shoulder and congratulate him. The pilot is still on the ground, panting.

your muscles still tremble with pleasure. She is slowly calming down. She straightens up and opens her eyes. Densely packed, the men stand around them and rub their stiff cocks. "Verne, what's up...", she wants to ask, but then the first ones inject their seed into her face and over the breasts. More and more splashes on her skin.

She also has some splashes in her mouthto get. She can feel the tart taste on her tongue. Hardly has one hosed downa new man stands in his place to spill on her. With the handsshe distributes the liquid on her body.

All over it is white liquid covered. At some point the last one is finished and she kneels soaking wet on the fur. Of the The old woman comes to her and helps her to her shaky legs. Verne rushes to her side and the other man comes to her as well. Verne translates her again, what the old man says

“Brothers, you have witnessed the efforts of your brothers to win the favor of this woman.I want to ask the woman which of the men she accepts!” With that he turns to herPilot. "Chief, which of the men will you take as a companion?" She looks at the old manman on. "Verne, please translate as accurately as possible!" she asks.Then she raises her voice. "I'll share my decision with you." She turnsto her first husband.

“You are strongly built, enduring and strong. And definitely you you made me happy I was very impressed by your energy and strength. I will always think about this evening.” Then she turns to Verne.

"You're not built that strong like the first man, but your weakness is ingenuity and empathy balanced. You proved in the fights that you can are able to assert yourself. I also believe that you are able to physically far superior man to defeat, because your ingenuity will give you a way point. As chief, I know that all of you, men of this village, have strength and skill. In crises I will have to use your power for the good of the village.

But for this power in to steer the right paths, I need ideas if I can't think of anything. Therefore choose I'm looking for a resourceful companion: Verne!” Just a moment there is absolute silence, then the men cheer loudly. Verne and his competitor hug and pat each other on the back. The pilot watches the two of them in amazement. Then the big man turns to her. "I called Weston. Me best friend of Myk! I teach him to speak.

I didn't want to fight, but old man… er… leaders want me to win!” he says in broken Terran. "That's...!" the pilot couldn't find the words. Verne laughs and kisses her.

The three go together to the throne and drink a few cups of a refreshing draught, which the old man there prepared for them provides. "He should restore your strength so that you can still party!", Translated Verne the old man's whispered words. The festival goes on and the three will only be there every now and then interrupted by congratulating men as they tell each other what has happened in the last few weeks that's what happened. The next morning, the three of them lie snuggled up in front of the throne. The old man wakes her up sometime at dawn and together they go to him mountain lake to wash each other.

But it doesn't stop there and as the second sun rises, it shines on the three lying in the soft grass on the bank. Lying beneath Grayson, Brorn thrusts her lust gape with powerful thrusts while Verne lies on top of her and thrusts her in the butt hole. Grayson braces herself with her wings to keep them from falling over. When the three come to a common climax, you hear her hot horny screaming still in the village. The old man also hears the screams and smiles when he sees the previous chief who the traces of yesterday's feast removed. "The village now has a good new chief, with strong friends. That's how it's fulfilled of everyone's destiny as foretold..."

Read the third part: Space Pilot - Part 3