Drake and the Mole Men

Cordelia could hardly wait until the carriage door closed behind us to slip her top town and drop to her knees in front of him. She put her hands on his knees, craning her neck and tilting her head, her eyes half parted and lips quivering in anticipation of a kiss. Drake caressed her lovely cheek, and let his hand slide down the side of her neck.

"I thought you girls were interested in my story." he said, cupping one of her breasts as she uncoiled herself to kneeling position. Cordelia was working his belt quickly.

"She's the one interested in your story, Mr Drake. I have more immediate interests." she said with a contented sigh when his member was finally free. I didn't know what to do. I wanted very much to join her on her knees, to give myself wholly over to the Blush. Even as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his manhood and began stroking him to his full, uncut length, I noticed something was different about him. I couldn't place my finger on it. It was a way he looked at us, as if we were but playthings to a jungle cat that could be had and consumed at any moment.

"Very well, I'm sure you know your way around one of those, Cordelia. As for you, Miss Hughes, I assume you are more interested in the Mole Men." he said as she started to lick the underside of his penis. He had an ease about him, as if he didn't truly care one way or the other if my cousin, who has been courted by the most powerful men in the Company, and been had by a few of them if rumors be true, was writhing in desire for him. I realized I was staring, and now it was my turn to blush. I nodded, and tried to focus on his eyes.

"I was 38 years old at the time, and had fallen in with the cave explorers from Nepal, looking for big game in the caverns. This was before we had a better idea of the veins of Soma running through the planet. We packed provisions for two days...slow down, child. Its a long ride. Anyway, it was nearly a day of exploring through the caverns that we happened to notice our shirts were flapping slightly from a breeze. Ving, my trusted companion, used a torch to trace the source of the wind. We ended up standing in front of huge, smooth surface with the tiniest of cracks upon it. When I pressed my ear to it, I heard rushing water." he said, shifting slightly so she could get more of his member down her eager throat.

I had the men bring up the pickax. Probably wasn't the wisest idea to bust through a wall in an unknown cave system, but I was younger and more reckless then. Within the hour, we had a hole big enough for us to pass through. The sound of the water was deafening as we entered what we assumed was a chamber, but upon viewing it realized it was something much, much larger. It was not an underground spring we heard, but a vast, salton sea, deep below the surface of the planet. The others were too frightened, so Ving and I proceeded alone. As we descended, Ving grabbed my shoulder and held the torch high. "Mr Drake, look!" he said. Upon the wall we had breached, there was art. Crude, primitive paintings about Rajah-dogs chasing humanoid figures, and 'Rillas being hunted with spears. This was to be it, my greatest discovery." Cordelia had unclasped her corset, and one of her hands had disappeared between her legs.

"It took us many hours, but we were finally able to descend to the water itself. A quick taste told me it was far closer to the Dead Sea rather than a freshwater aquifer. Don't be afraid to use some teeth, girl. This old rod has been in plenty of pretty mouths, and needs a bit more motivation. As I was saying, we came upon the rocky shore, and stood there in silence, staring at the rope leading out into the dark water. Upon drawing it in, we found ourselves looking at a canoe, but one made of Lumawood and not the lightweight aluminum boats used by other explorers. Stealing ourselves for what lie ahead, we pushed off and used the rope to guide us."

I was rapt with attention as he talked, his eyes never leaving mine. "As we approached the end of the rope, we noticed that not only was there a current, but faint lights in the distance. We extinguished our own, and made sure any gear we had brought would not clammer about as we approached. The dock was well maintained, and lit with two torches. We quietly tied it to a pole, and snuck ashore. There was a large, carved archway leading into a huge cave. In the distance, we could hear drums. I readied my pistol as Ving unpacked the Aether Rifle. What we beheld was truly astonishing.

The interior of the cavern was so vast, we could barely make out the surface of the roof, and had no chance to see the sides. What's more, it glowed with an otherworldly light of its own. But the real revelation was the pyramid, atop of which sat a powerful looking figure with a smaller, lither one to his side. Below them, tribals danced and swayed with there grass skirts and spears. This was them, the mole men." Cordelia was climbing up his body, kissing his sweaty neck. He patted her on the hip before she could straddle him. "Time enough for that later. Ms. Hughes, your turn." he said, holding the base of his manhood. I blushed and looked away. "Go on then. The story isn't complete." he repeated. Cordelia slid beside him, eyeing me.

I slid my handbag from my shoulder, and dropped to my knees. My hand replaced his, and being content, he continued the story as my tongue cautiously extended to tease and probe his foreskin. As my lips parted and engulfed his swollen head, when somehow even that had a tiny pink scar upon, he continued.

"We were spotted, and rather than try to fight them all, surrendered our weapons. Ving was rambling about how we were going to end up in a pot, a meal for cannibals. Our technology quickly impressed them, enough that our bonds were cut and we were allowed to explore the underground city with an escort. The Mole Men are much less Mole, and much more Men, even with their short stature; none of which was taller than 5 feet in total. Miss Hughes, there is a lot of dick you aren't sucking." he said to me. I pushed a strand of hair from my face, and slid my mouth back onto his cock, stroking it before relaxing my throat and letting its full length enter, down to the base, before drawing back with a mischievious smile.

"As you said, its a long ride to your estate." I replied, resuming my administrations to his shaft with my tongue. He smiled widely as his hand found Cordelia's now exposed and soaking wet sex. When I began sucking it again, he continued.

"They are slightly different, with smaller eyes and bigger hands and feet. They dress, when not in ritual as I witnessed, much as any other savage. It was when I met their ruler, and he spoke, that I realized we had to get out of there. I recognized it. It was very similar to a tribal dialect I'd learned in the jungles of South America, hunting jaguar. These "mole men" you see, were us, and they'd been here a very, very long time." I stopped at that. How was that possible? Cordelia was more than happy to take over, sucking as I licked and stroked.

"So you were able to talk to them?" I asked. He nodded, his eyes finally starting to glaze over in pleasure at the sight of the two of us. I began to lick and suck his wrinkled testicles as Cordelia took his full length into her throat.

"Yes, and they wanted to make me a prince for it. The king quickly pushed his daughter into my waiting arms, and I'm not ashamed to say that fucked her hard enough to make the cave ring out. Her former suitor, Kel-eth, was not very pleased about that. He came at me with a spear, and I fired a round right into his heart. Prying myself out of her arms, Ving and I made a hasty retreat. We paddled like crazy, listening to the war drums behind us. When I turned around, I could see the King of the Mole Men, his own daughter's severed head held high. I fired into them as Ving rowed, wrestled with one that was able to bring his boat alongside. I drowned him. You know what that feels like?" he asked. His hand moved to the back of Cordelia's head, holding her in place with a throat full of him. She was fine at first, but her face began to turn red. She muffled a protest, smacking his legs, until finally he relented. She drew back with a great gasp and grunt of lust before descending upon it again.

"Upon return to the surface, we dynamited the entrance, and made a break for it. I swore that if the Mole Men ever returned, I would use that last bullet to end the barbaric king's reign of terror." I leaned back, and retook my seat, letting Cordelia work alone. "We have arrived." he said, indicating his impressive estate.