Story One: The Cloudseeker Conspiracy

The cold night air bit at Major Corvis Byrne, even through his shoulder-length brown hair and the thermal-heated coat in yellow and red — bold colors that served as perfect camouflage in the city of Seranis. He moved through the dense streets, passing crowds of blissfully unaware citizens. Usually, he’d have a squad of commandos behind him, but tonight, he needed to be subtle as he approached the Cloudseeker, the monolithic tower where his lover was held captive.

The royal tower was a colossal structure that looked over the entire city. The ruler who owned it was an oaf of a man and one Corvis would gladly kill if — no, when — he got the chance. For now, though, he needed to meet with the king’s captive.

Soon, he arrived at his destination, a sewer grate. A digital lock would prevent most people from entering, but not Corvis. He leveled his wrist-mounted computer at the device, and with a few precise taps of his index finger, opened it.

The stench of the sewer made Corvis wish he could’ve brought a respirator of some sort, but he needed to blend in with his surroundings above ground. His training as a Royal Raider allowed him to tough out just about any environment. Raiders never quit, and he wasn’t about to break that tradition. After walking about one hundred meters through the sewer, he felt his wrist-computer vibrate, as he neared his mark. With a smirk, he flicked his fingers on the touchscreen, opening the door to the king’s bunker.

Waiting for him was Queen Maras in all her beauty. Her curvaceous body was on full display, even behind her dark purple, see-through gown. Her olive skin was in contrast to the pale skin of most natives of Shalusa, and her beaming smile was a sight for sore eyes that stood out among the cold and calculated grey tones of the bunker.

“Come in,” she said, beckoning the major with her finger. In spite of the ordeal, Corvis remained stoic, his square jaw and athletic body shrugging off the sewer.

As much as he wanted to hug her, he restrained himself, realizing how much he smelled. “I think I need to wash, Your Majesty.”

Maras looked the major up and down. While his clothes had not been stained, they still carried the wretched stench of the sewers. “Of course. I’ll show you the way.”

Maras moved with grace as she led Corvis to the shower. There, he said, “Shall I have some privacy, or would you like to watch, My Queen?”

“I would like to watch.”

Corvis smiled. “It’d be my pleasure.”

He peeled out of his thermal jacket first. The shirt that remained did nothing to conceal his chiseled torso, but he took it off all the same. His body wore battle scars like trophies and remained in peak condition in spite of them. Next, he unclasped his belt and threw it to the ground. Maras couldn’t help but notice the Nano-Dagger he'd also brought along, just in case. The thought that she’d soon be in the arms of such a dangerous man only made her heart race faster.

After kicking off his shoes, Corvis finally pulled down his pants, revealing his semi-hard erection. He relished that it was far superior to the king’s, never requiring pills, and he was wise enough not to use it as a battering ram.

Now undressed, Corvis stood with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face. “Anything else, Your Majesty?”

With a smile, Maras discarded her gown and stepped toward Corvis. “Just one more thing. I'd like to join you in the shower. After all, you must be nice and clean in the presence of a royal."

“Your wish is my command, Your Majesty.”

Corvis and Maras entered the shower, which she activated with the press of a button. As water poured down on the two, they locked lips. Maras' breasts pressed against Corvis' strong chest as his hands grasped her round ass. In return, Maras stroked his shaft, her delicate hand gliding along his slick length. Looking into his eyes, she said, “I want you, Corvis."

A hand of his slithered along her hip and down her crotch before it began toying with the lips of her entrance. As she gasped, Corvis leaned into her ear and whispered, “And I need you, Your Majesty.”

His lips kissed her neck, causing Maras' heart to skip a beat. If he dared to leave a mark, the king would surely know of her affair. Still, the thrill that Corvis brought was something the king could never make her feel.

Suddenly, his finger slipped inside of her, making her purr with passion. Even the hint of foreplay was more than what the king would give her. Still, as much as she craved more, she said, “W-we don't have that much time, my love.”

He slid his finger out of her. “I understand.”

Maras lifted a leg up so Corvis grabbed hold of it. Next, he grasped his length and guided it towards her slit. As he pressed inside, he watched her eyes go wide and her jaw slacken. He savored the look, knowing it would be all too long before he got to see it again.

“Ohh... Corvis,” she cooed.

He locked lips with his lover once more and began to thrust. He knew it'd be much better to meet Maras in bed, but that wasn't going to happen for a long time. Still, having her breasts pressed against his chest, or her wetness enveloping his cock was more than most men would get, and it was certainly worth the risk of treason.

Maras indulged her lover's embrace as he tenderly thrust. Unlike the king, Corvis knew that a woman wanted more than to just be rammed into submission. She wanted to be held, and to feel her lover's lips meet with hers. She wanted to feel his breath on her neck, and she wanted him to say things that gave her goosebumps, such as “I wish we could do this all night."

She knew they never could, but she'd indulge in it as much as possible. She'd hold her lover close and listen to his sweet nothings. She'd feel his cock plow faster and faster as it sniped her spot, and she'd smile as she'd start to feel her limbs buckle. Lucky for her, Corvis held her upright as her climax washed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her body as Corvis continued to thrust his way towards his own climax. Her fingers dug into his back as she felt his cock pulsate.

“Fill me,” she begged.

Corvis nodded.

“I don't want his baby. I want yours.”

Her words spurred Corvis to piston even faster, pushing himself over the edge. His seed flooded her channel and dripped down her thighs. With a smile, Corvis pulled out of her and said, “Sorry, Your Majesty, it's been a wh—”

She kissed him on the lips. “It was a pleasure. We'll have all the time in the world soon enough, right?”

Nodding, Corvis said, “All in due time, my dear.”

The two went their separate ways not long after. Corvis made sure to note the layout of the bunker, for it'd serve as his insertion point for when he took what he desired most.