Ask her.

“Hey, Marion?” You ask, placing a hand on her stomach, keeping her from mounting your cock just yet.

“What's the matter, big boy?” The captain asks. She looks feral with lust. It's taking all your willpower not to join her. You're still hard, of course. Something you and the Captain are both intimately aware of, what with your prick being tantalisingly close to her pussy.

“I was just wonderin', you've been calling me Derrick. Why is that? Never heard you use anything but my last name before now.” You ask. Even as you say it, you feel like a dolt for stopping the act just to ask a silly question.

“Uh, in case you didn't notice, Derrick,” She applies no real emphasis to your name, like her using it is the most normal thing in the galaxy. “We've kinda become a little more intimate lately.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess.” You say, but you remain unconvinced. Call it smuggler's intuition (Which was kind of like women's intuition, except it mainly regarded women), but there was just something off about this whole encounter.

It seemed like Marion seemed to sense your trepidation. She had dismounted you in an instant, so quick you didn't seem to notice it. She now kneeled at your side, her hands going for your still-hard cock.

“Look, baby, don't think so much. Just give in to the pleasure like I did. I went AWOL. I can be away for two days before I get into real trouble.” Marion explained. Desertion of duty seemed really unlike the clipped, professional Colombe you knew. “I wanna spend every hour of those two days with you, on your ship.”

As Marion resumed working your cock, you started to think she was right. You spent enough time thinking. Something good, something amazing had happened to you. Why question it?

“Fuck yeah, let's go back to the ship!” You cheer. A fantasy of a debauched voyage across the galaxies with Marion fills your head. Maybe you'd even show this proper Imperial girl the delights of the Scrap Moon.

“Smart choice. Just gotta make you cum first!” Marion insists, working you with both hands. You're a little curious why she HAS to finish you here, but like you said, you've decided you're going to think less, and enjoy more.

A moment later, something changes your mind right back. Out of the corner of your eye, you're sure you see some blurry grey shape bound past you.

“Okay, what was that?” You ask, a little fear creeping into your voice. “There's someone else here!”

You crane your neck over your shoulder to look, taking your eyes off Marion for possibly the first time since she showed herself to you.

Reaching out, the naval officer places a reassuring hand on your chest.

“Ssh.” She coos. “You're right. We're not alone. I brought a friend.”

Returning your gaze to Marion, you see standing over you on the other side of your legs, none other than God-Empress Katherine herself. You gulp. In your travelling clothes, you can't help but feel a little underdressed. Still, you're better off than Marion, who appears naked as a babe before her ruler and goddess.

You're a little surprised by the sweetness of her smile. It seems the coins and the holos did not do Katherine justice. There's also the fact she managed to make it into the asteroid wearing a resplendent formal dress.

“When I told the God-Empress of the smart, sexy, daring smuggler, she had to meet you for herself.” Marion explains as the oddly-quiet despot of an entire system kneels by your cock.

“Truth is, she wants you. Wants you just like I do. And you don't deny the Empress!”

As you felt royal hands and lips on your cock, you thought that denying this vision of beauty was the furthest thing from your mind.

Marion joins in, and before long, the two women, soldier and empress, are sharing your cock like equals.

You just stare ahead, unable to comprehend your luck. The God-Empress sought you out to fuck you. The feeling of her throat and your hands stroking her brown hair are so vivid and unforgettable. As she stares up you with her emerald gaze, you hazily wish the Empire would but Katherine's blowjob eyes on their currency.

“As soon as you cum, we'll go back to the ship. You can fuck me, fuck the Empress, make us fuck each other! It's your fantasy.” Marion insists “As soon as you cum!”

You're amazed at how much of their treatment you can withstand without emptying your balls. It's heaven, it's torment. But you know you're almost irrevocably reaching your limits as the two women service you.

“F-fuck!” You howl, your body covered in a sheen of sweat. “I'm about to cum!”

And for good reason. Katherine has most of your cock engulfed in her holy mouth, whereas Marion is nipping your balls with her lips. You hear his breathing somewhere behind you. The Empress' eyes paralyze you. Your cock pulses.

“Cum! Cum, and then the ship!” Marion cries out.

“Why are you so insistent on me getting back on the ship?” You say, to no one in particular. After you speak the words, you're aware of a presence behind you.

A biped alien, nearly the size of a man stands behind you. One finger on his three-fingered paw to his forehead in a psychic stance.

“Curses.” He rumbles.

You glance at the alien, then back to Marion and Katherine. Your hands are above your crotch, but instead of finding support on the silky-haired heads of beautiful women they hover limply in the air.

“Few have been able to defeat my hypnosis.Your mind is strong, human.”

You lie there dumbly for a moment or two, as if you expect the women to reappear. Or to put it more accurately, appear in the first place.

“You know, that's the first time anyone's ever said that to me.” You say, slowly bringing your hands down. You're very annoyed that magically appearing blowjob Empresses have turned out to be as fictional as they sound. The disappointment of realising this was like waking from a wetdream, right at the good part, magnified tenfold.

How in the hell? They had seemed so real...

Tucking away your cock and standing, you turn to face the alien.

He's about five feet in height. The creature he most reminds you of is an Old Earth elephant, an extinct animal you'd read about and watched video footage of. He has similar feet, and a tough-looking grey hide. Even the head kinda looked like an elephant's, if you took away the big ears, trunk eyes and nose.

“What are you?!” You ask, in surprised, shock, fear and sexual frustration.

“I am Ttorb. My species is Veumazek. I am the last of my kind.” Face to face with him, you notice this Ttorb does not communicate by moving the shapeless hole that is his mouth, but by beaming his words into your mind. Psychic. That makes a lotta sense.

“Okay, Ttorb.” You begin, sure you've mispronounced his name. “First of all, what the hell did you just do to me?”

“My species can- did, read minds. When I saw you had found me, I entered your mind, Derrick Halloway, I parsed your memories, and created the hypnotic scenario I felt would most likely motivate you to leave me in peace.” The elephant-man explains.

“And the thing most likely to motivate me was pussy?” You ask. “You really are a brilliant mindreader.”

“Thank you.” The Veumazek thinks warmly. “As you may have noticed, as you became more aware of my manipulation, the scenario I created quickly devolved.”

“Yeah, the Empress kind of came out of nowhere.” You say frankly. “If I were you, I would've used someone who fit the story more. Not that I didn't enjoy her... role. Is the reason I never heard her talk because I've never actually heard it?”

“Indeed, my friend.” Ttorb nods. “As for the Empress' presence, there is no woman I enjoy turning whore in my scenarios.”

“You make her star in your mindporn, you stole her magic box. Gee, you really hate Empress Kate, don't you?” You observe.

“And with good reason.” The venerable psychic says, his voice suddenly turning a little more grim.

“Wanna tell me about it? People say I'm a good listener.” You remark.

“It is a simple story, and one many a colonising species has played a part in.” Ttorb begins. “Many generations ago, before your people had arrived on Demeter's Orchard, the so-called homeworld of your Empire-”

“They're not my people, I'm just doin' an odd job for 'em.” You chime in.

“If you insist.” Ttorb thinks. Despite his lack of facial features, you can see annoyance registering on his face at your interruption.

“Before the Empire had arrived, when the planet bore the more graceful, musical name my ancestors of yore bestowed upon it-” Ttorb continues.

“And what name was that?” You ask, scratching yourself.

“Tikitor'kala'ghi.” Ttorb says the frankly fucking ridiculous name with a doleful reverence.

“Gotta say, I prefer Demeter's Orchard.” You admit. The Empire may be assholes, but they had sweet uniforms and names for shit.

“And I preferred my homeworld without all the genocide you humans brought to it, but we can't have everything, can we? I'm telling the story, I choose the name.” Ttorb thinks angrily.

“You can carry on.” You say. Man, this story was taking longer than you thought. You really oughta stop interrupting him.

“But I digress, forgive me human. Before your kind, Veuzamek were plentiful, roaming the plains of Ni'Ahirag, climbing the mountains of Diom, paddling in the streams of Redo'Clider'haam...”

Oh, for fuck's sake, you think.

“When humans arrived, everything changed. We were happy to co-exist peacefully. The humans and their goddess-women, were not. Across the centuries, Veuzamek were hunted, for sport, for materials.” The pointed tone in which Ttorb mentally tells you this part of the tale indicates he heard the last thought you had.

“In short, across the centuries, a once-proud and widespread species were hunted down to but four. My family. Until recently, we hid in plain sight, living our lives among the bones of the forgotten.” Ttorb's mental voice grows thick with sorrow at this point. “But it was not to last. Attendants of the crypt found my family as they slept, and summoned the soldiers. None of them survived, not even my lifemate.”

“I fled the planet, using my powers to commandeer a sky-vessel. But not before an act of ****.” Travelling to the spot where you thought you spied the box before being distracted by “Marion's” arrival, Ttorb stoops and picks it up. You had found it after all.

Showing you your prize, Ttorb opens it, revealing a human skull.

“I stole this, the skull of Marie IV, a true butcher of my kind!” He rants.

So this entire contract's been about recovering the God-Empress' grandma's skull. Fantastic.

“Weird way of taking ****.” You note. “I woulda y'know, killed some Imperials if I wanted ****.”

“They butchered my people. I did not believe I should stoop to their level.” Ttorb thinks in a dignified tone.

“But if you think about it, they stole your land, so by stealing from them, you already kinda did stoop to their level.” You muse.

Ttorb seems very quiet and very annoyed at what you've said.

“But the ending of my story is this: I am alone, with no home, no family, and no task to set my vast skills to.” The alien moaned. A lightbulb practically flashed above your head as he spoke. This was a longshot, but if it worked...

“Ttorb, what if I told you I could find you a home, one where you'd have a new family of companions, and where your valuable skills would amply service others?” You ask.

“I would be gracious indeed!” The Veumazek responds with great interest.

“Gracious enough to give me the God-Bitch's skull?”

-

You look at the Imperial box on your dashboard with a smile as you finish keying the co-ordinates into your navcomputer. With that done and your ship travelling rapidly on it's way, you head to the hold.

Ttorb is there, leaning against a wall.

“We're on our way!” You announce proudly. Considering you'll probably get a finder's fee for introducing Ttorb to his new family, you're excited to have some extra spending money.

“I am thankful, human.” the alien said. “You have truly shown me, not all humans are as evil as the God-Empress.”

All sorts of humans'll be showing you all sorts of things soon, Ttorb my boy, you gleefully think. The Veuzamek doesn't seem to have picked up on that one.

“Listen, I know you've been through a lot, but I have another favour to ask.” You say frankly.

“What do you wish of me?” Ttorb asks.

“That hallucination... I've been wanting it for a long time. I wanna finish it.” You admit. A little sheepishly, since you're essentially asking a male alien to get you off.

“That I can do.” Ttorb says.

“And would you mind ducking behind a crate or something? Half visible hypnotic troll men have always been a turn-off.” You tell him.

“Very well. You proved too strong for my hypnosis before, but if you give yourself to my hypnosis, the effects should be satisfactory.” The Veuzamek finishes, concealing himself before summoning Marion.

“Hello, beautiful.” You say. This time you feel a bit embarrassed since deep down, you know you're alone.

“Nice to see you again.” Marion responds. She still sounds like Marion, still looks like her, still seems real, but this doesn't feel as erotically charged as your first meeting. “Don't you hate it when you get interrupted?”

“Well, let's make up for lost time.” You smirk, exposing your cock and wagging it at the hypnotic illusion.

Closing the gap between the two of you, you take a moment to squeeze her tits through her jumpsuit. You loved the black leather look. What a wonderfully tactile experience.

As you take her zip and slowly pull it down, revealing her goods from neck to cunt, Marion reaches over and jerks your cock. You forgot how good simulated pleasure could feel.

The Captain's uniform hits the floor with a satisfying noise, leaving her beauty bared. You wonder if this truly is Marion's body, or your idealised mental image of her figure. Hopefully one day you'll find out. But you're only thinking for a few seconds before you grab Marion's ass she mounts you.

“Wasting no time? Empire likes that. I like that!” Marion coos appreciatively as you at long last enter. She feels as warm and wet as any real woman, and the sensation of being inside her, of your cock touching her wet pussy walls.

Marion grips your ass with her legs, thrusts her hips against yours, and in general, tries to make it so you can fuck her, harder and faster.

With the young captain dangling from your cock, you're getting a faceful of her bare tits and beautiful face. And a fine faceful it is. You could die having seen barely anything else, and there'd be a smile on your face.

In fact, it, along with your previous adventures quickly proves too much for you.

“Fuck! Fuck yes!” You roar, bucking your hips as you cum inside the Imperial. You feel like a mighty load has been teased from your balls and into Marion.

After a few moments of happy post-coital bliss, Marion simply fades from your hands and you see that, rather than having dumped a satisfying load inside Marion Colombe, what you've actually done is come all over the floor of the hold.

“Fuck's sake, why was I blessed with distance?” You grouse, looking at the long spurts of cum you'd fired over your ship. “Gonna be a bitch to clean up.”

At the very least, you're doubly glad you told Ttorb to move. If he'd been standing where he was a few moments ago, you'd have facialized your new alien friend.

Time passes, you neglect to clean up your mess, instead hitting the sack and taking a shower when you wake. Before long, you've arrived at a familiar place

“Ttorb, my friend, let's go introduce you to your new family!” You declare.

-

“Captain Halloway you rogue! You've been away for too long!” Evie, the Madam of the Salvaged Siren brothel greets you with a friendly smile. “What brings you back to my establishment?”

“For once, it's not pussy, though I may come back for that soon.” You smile lecherously, pulling Evie close and grabbing her ass.

For a brief moment, it feels good to touch a real woman after your strange experience. But then of course you remember Evie is actually a repurposed pleasure droid. Charming, yes, sexy, definitely, but not exactly real.

“I want you to meet a friend of mine, Ttorb. I'm hoping you can find him a job here.”

“A brothel.” Ttorb muses. “Not a bad idea, human.”

“I'm sorry, darling, but I don't think many of my regulars'll go for this one.” Evie says.

“Maybe not, but I'm sure his special talent'll please anybody.” You say.

“Special talent?” Evie said, hands on her mechanised hips, custom built to fuck “Go on then, Trorb or whatever your name is, show me.”

“Well shit, I guess you're the one person it won't actually work on, being synthetic and all. But take my word for it, Ttorb can use his psychic abilities to read someone's mind and hypnotise them into living out their favourite sexual fantasies.” You say, realising how ridiculous it sounds as you repeat it.

“Psychic abilities? Hypnosis? This here shit does not compute, Captain.” Evie says.

“No, it's true. He hypnotised me so I thought I was getting head from God-Empress Kate herself! And it was so real!” You admit.

“For all I know, he got you blackout drunk and had one of those crooked-tooth hussies at the Bloody Bucket suck you dry.” Evie says skeptically.

“If I may, perhaps I could demonstrate my abilities on one of your girls?” Ttorb offers.

“Well, okay.” Evie says, deciding to give the Veumazek the benefit of the doubt. “Candy! Get your black ass down here, girl!” She hollers.

A few seconds later, and a darkskinned woman in pink lingerie is descending the stars.

“I got a john?” The afro'd woman asks, chewing on a stick of gum. She looks you and Ttorb over. “Hope it's you, white boy.” She smiles.

“Leave the Captain alone, honey. Right now, we want to test something out, and you're the lucky guinea pig.” Evie informs her working girl.

The next events that unfold look rather surreal. As Ttorb works his magic, you and the robot watch as Candy greets an imagined lover, strips for him, fingers herself and dances about for his pleasure, before taking to her knees and writhing as if being fucked doggystyle by a ghost until she comes.

You didn't look that silly during your time with Marion, did you? You find yourself not caring so much, considering how much you enjoyed it.

“Huh. Y'know, Ttorb, I think we can find a place for you around here after all.” Evie says, her processor clearly hard at work calculating all the potential the Veumazek has to increase her bottom line.

“Thank you, my friend.” Ttorb says, a sense of relief washing over him at his newfound home and purpose.

“Hey, one good turn and all that.” You grin.

“I take it you'll be wanting a finder's fee for this, Captain?” Evie asks.

“Oh, definitely. My help's never free.” You admit.

“Do you want that in coin or services?” The pleasure droid purrs.

Giving the dozing Candy a shake, you help the ebony beauty up and head off to a room with her.

“Both, of course.” You smirk.

-

“You're back!” Captain Marion Colombe says with a note of surprise. Did she really think that little of you?

“And so is this.” You say, carefully setting down the skullbox

Marion seems a little in awe of the artifact. She touches it with a trembling hand, only lifting the lid long enough to confirm the remains are intact.

“The mortal remains of Marie IV...” The captain coos reverentially. “One of the great heroines of the last War of Purification!”

“Funny, I heard a story about that war just the other day.” You note.

“Speaking of which, what of the foul fucking beast who stole this holy treasure?” Marion asks. “Did he show you horrors before he died?”

“So many horrors. Some real unspeakable shit that I'll take to my grave, yeah.” You tell the Imperial. “Don't worry, I put him where he belonged.”

“Just like you ought to.” Marion nods. “It feels strange to say this, but good work, Halloway. You'll make a decent servant of the Empress one day.”

“I wouldn't count on it. Coin's my only God-Empress.” You say flatly.

“And you'll have it, Smuggler. Here, the sum we agreed on.” Marion says, handing you a coin pouch.

“If you have the time, Derrick, there's something I could use your help with.” Marion says in a plain voice. “A personal matter.”