"Since We Are Spinning Yarns Of Pleasure And Lust..."

"Since we are spinning yarns of pleasure and lust..." Replies a swarthy skinned individual in a rather outlandish naval uniform, standing up from where he's been leaning by the fireside, staring hard into the flames...

"You may know me as 'Nemo of Utopia'..." The man says, smoothing his immaculate black goatee shot through with strands of white with one absent hand. "I've been the Lord-Captain of the Catherin's Fancy for these one-hundred-and-fifty Terran standard years, the rejuvenating treatments available to me being the finest money can buy. I've borne my family's Warrant of Trade and a Letter of Marque signed by the Ebon Empress herself. This isn't a story of one of my own conquests, for it is considered hideous ill luck for a man of my people to speak of such things save to the woman herself or his priest. BUT, there is no such restriction on the exploits of others which you have witnessed!" Captain Nemo says with a rakish grin.

"These events occurred some one-hundred years ago on the distant colony world of Halvorson. The Catherine's Fancy had received a distress call indicating that a ship of the Arch Enemy was inbound to the world and hastened to their rescue. We made a good time and arrived before the Beti Chod could make good their escape. I won't bore you with the details of the battle, for we outclassed the raider four to one and the result was a foregone conclusion as soon as we managed to intercept. However, there is one thing that I will say, in that when we boarded the Padma's ship my third-cousin-twice-removed Nazeok led the detachment that stormed the bridge and dispatched their captain. He also searched the captain's chambers and found the closets where the choicest slaves were being held, Naked, Bound, Gaged, and Blindfolded. Now why this was important you will see shortly, but suffice it to say that thought the lad was insanely brave, he also was still a maid at that point," Nemo twirls one of his moustachios, a gleam in his eye.

"We returned to Halvorston with those of the people captured who we had been able to save. Governor Manx invited me and my command staff to a high banquet in the capital in our honor, but insisted that Nazeok come with us, dressed in the most formal and decorated officers uniform I could 'see my way clear to legitimately provide for him'. Of course, I knew something was up, but I did as requested, for politeness sake."

"The Feast was everything promised, and we all indulged in the local delicacies and dances, until the end of the third course, when Governor Manx stood and called a sudden halt to the festivities. In his booming augmetic bass voice he said, 'Gathered Ladies and Gentlemen', he began 'as you may know the palace was struck by the recent attack. What has been kept from you until this night is that my daughter and heir apparent, Sig-Ryan Merida, was abducted in that attack!' the crowd gasped in horror. 'But today we rejoice! One whom I counted dead has been returned to life by The Trinity's grace: and I have this man to thank for that!' He cried, and a spotlight fell on Nazeok." Captain Nemo chuckles at the memory.

"The look on my poor young relation's face! You would never see a man more shocked or flummoxed if you were to live through all the ages of mankind! I thought he would faint straight away but he rose to the occasion as only one worthy of the honor about to be bestowed upon him could! 'Thank you, Governor Manx,' he began, 'I did what any right-thinking servant of the Trinity would have done, and it is my profound joy to be able to reunite you with your most precious heir!' he said and made to sit down when the music began again. However, the festivities were FAR from over..." Nemo's smile becomes slightly hungry looking.

"The music took on the familiar refrain for a wedding procession, and in came one of the girls from the defeated captain's quarters, along with a dozen bridesmaids. As coincidence would have it, she too was graced with hair like flames, or should I perhaps say more like a river of lava from the death-world of Charizard? I assure you however that her dress was in a much superior state to that of the previous lass spoken of here-to-fore, for it must have taken a team of hundreds to have fabricated it in the few hours between our return to the planet and this impromptu wedding. It was a veritable confection of white lace, pearls, and silk, piled layer upon layer such that I marveled its very weight should not leave her with bruises!" Nemo takes a sip from the glass of merlot he has been holding in his hand.

"A priest came and took Nazeok by the arm, leading him to the central platform at the core of the hall where Meridia waited for him, and I knew his fear at that moment, for it is the same that every husband faces on the moment of their marriage, but for him a hundred times stronger for he knew nothing of his bride nor her of him. Though I half expected one of their wills to break at the last moment, there was nothing of the kind, and when the priest said 'You may now kiss your spouse,' Meridia leapt onto him and smothered him in such a kiss that there are entire sectors of space where they would have been arrested on the spot for lewd and lascivious conduct!" Nemo snickers at some private joke.

"That was FAR from the end of things though! Next, twelve groomsmen and as many handmaidens approached and began to undress them: much to Nazeon's consternation. He gave me a look of such appeal that it rent my heart to have to signal him to stand by and do nothing, but each world in The Trinity's dominion has its own unique customs and foibles and I knew well enough that both their lives might be forfeit if he didn't do as he was bid. I saw the trick of the dress as it was stripped down layer by layer, fifteen contra-grav drones held up the various layers so that they didn't press on the flesh beneath as cruelly as they would otherwise, leaving the Sig-Ryan's flesh flawless and unmarred. At last, they stood naked and horns sounded another change in the music, which adopted a strange melody that put me in mind of nothing so much as the rapid beating of a human heart."

"My poor nephew. I too came to the marriage bed a virgin, but I at least did so in the privacy of my own quarters, where he was standing with every eye in the hall upon him! Is it any wonder then that at first, his gun didn't rise to the occasion? Yet it seemed that Merida had been prepared for this eventuality: and I should not doubt it seeing as I was later to learn this was the standard practice for the wedding of the Governor's heir. She lay him back gently upon the pile of plush carpets that covered the stage, and engulfed his member with her shapely pink lips, sucking and licking obscenely till with a few minutes work he forgot the audience and she had the rising from him that was desired." Nemo Looks Wistful.

"I was at an unequally advantageous vantage to see their coupling, as Merida climbed atop my distant nephew Nazeok and spread herself for him. I can say with pride that Nazeok was no brute who took her roughly, but gently entered her, slowly and deliberately, till with one great shout of pain and triumph Merida pushed him past her maidenhead and her virgin's blood stained my nephew's groin and shaft. Theirs was a long and slow lovemaking which lasted well over twenty minutes, a truly Russian feat for a virgin, but all the more impressive for the fact that as Merida slid up and down him on her bloodied sheath he made her cum three times! I know this because Merida happened to be a squirter, and with each orgasm, there was a fresh explosion of female ejaculate. At last, both spent and gasping for air, Merida fell off of my nephew's groin, collapsing back, apparently passed out. However, with his lust now so awakened it could no longer be denied, he moved over to enter his new wife again, pounding her mercilessly to achieve his own full. It might perhaps have been a sin, had she not come too moments later and thrown her legs over his buttocks to drive him home in her ever harder, which took no more than a double handful of seconds to secure his own release deep inside her formerly virginal honeypot..." Nemo concludes with a smile.

"Shortly thereafter a curtain was drawn and the stage wheeled out of the room; whereupon the feasting began again. I never saw my nephew again thereafter but had cause to visit the planet some seventy of their years later and read in their histories that Nazeok and Merida's marriage had been long and fruitful, resulting in eleven children and not the slightest credible RUMOR of a mistress or any bastard..." Captain Nemo takes another swallow of his wine.

"This is one of several tales I have witnessed over my long life, but I think it is custom here to let another share first?" he says, coking one bushy eyebrow...