Special delivery from Myrah

"Special delivery from Myrah," the soldier said.

"Late as always, Sarantos," the older guard said and shook his head.

The youngest guard took a step forward and retrieved a scanning device.

"Strip search?" he joked, and gave Laena a creepy smile. She could only smile back. The walls had ears, and she knew he would not dare to touch her, so close to the king's quarters.

Instead, the guard scanned her from head to toe with the device.

"Clean," he said and his boss nodded.

"Thank you, Sarantos," the boss said, "you are dismissed."

The soldier gave her another look, as if to say he was sorry, and left the way he came.

The door closed behind her when she entered. It was a large room, with faux stone walls and carpets in the ancient style. In one end stood a large bed, where currently, King Assertos was half sitting, half lying on his back. Around the bed she saw generous amounts of food and drinks: colorful fruits and vegetables, cooked sausages, bloody steaks and fish fillets. She had to fight the urge to just run over and dig in. All they ever gave her in her room was dry bread and nutrient pills.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked over to the bed and started her act.

"Carisha and Roana," she said, "you sluts couldn't wait for me?"

The other tributes with red hair turned and smiled to her. "Laena!" they cheered, and even the king smiled. At least she wasn't alone in this. The tributes from Yalen-3 and Yalen 6-1 were kind to her, but also clever.

"Yalen-2, come over here and join us!" the king ordered. He was stark naked, his hands greasy from the food.

"Thank you for inviting me, my big, strong king," Laena said. "I mean 'creepy, fat pig,'" she thought while she let her flimsy dress fall to the floor.

Meanwhile, the other two redheads went back to the blowjob she had interrupted. She watched them taking turns sucking the tip. While one licked the head, the other one held the king's big belly up to give them room, but also licked his balls.

"Strip," the king said, and then groaned as Carisha suddenly let his entire length sink into her mouth.

Laena smiled coyly and started dancing. Closing her eyes, she began to touch herself, and her thoughts wandered to her final night on Yalen-2, when she slept with Giakes, the great fighter pilot from her home town. It had been a romantic and passionate night, and she was thankful that he, and not the king, had taken her virginity.

The thoughts made her dance well, they always did. Once she was in the mood, she let her eyes open. Not even the sight of the obnoxious king would disturb her now. The creep was pleased and motioned for her to come closer. She playfully refused, and instead removed her bra, revealing her nice, firm breasts. She had a lithe, petite body, and liked it that way. For one; No future back pain, and two; dresses always fit nicely.

The king seemed to like her body as well, although he probably wished she had bigger tits like most of the tributes. He was a simple man. However, her ass made up for it, and she knew it. It was why she had captured Giakes, and why Yalen-2 had chosen her as their tribute this year.

She turned it towards the king and shook her ass playfully, letting him take in the view. Bubble shaped, big, but firm, her finest asset was the result of endless hours in the lowgrav training center for the Yalen Space Ballet, sprinkled with a light dust of lucky genes. She loved dancing, and the lowgrav version of ballet demanded great core strength, but also a lot of springiness.

Noticing a red, fat sausage lying on a plate, she saw an opportunity. It was strictly against the rules, but... she took it, turned towards the king and got his attention. With a seductive smile she kissed the tip of the sausage with tight lips. The king groaned from the sight alone. She extended her tongue and let it slide slowly all the way from one end to another. The salty taste gave her shivers and she giggled. The king grinned, so she dared to go on.

She sat down on the bed, next to the king, let the sausage slide over her lips, and then slipped it into her mouth.

"Oh god!" she gasped, an honest reaction, muffled by the big piece of meat in her mouth. It was so tempting to just take a bite. The king watched with great interest, however, so she let it slide in and out while her tongue played with it. The king reached the out and his hand fell on her inner thigh. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Giakes' hand that hungrily found its way inside her black panties, and she felt herself getting wetter. Good, at least it wouldn't hurt.

"Oh, my king, you are so big!" a female voice announced.

While Laena desperately fought the instinct to bite into the fat sausage, Roana had mounted the king and begun to grind herself on him. It was his favorite position, as it allowed his Royal Fatness to fuck without having to do any actual physical work.

Laena opened her eyes again and saw that the king nevertheless was looking at her, not Roana. She hated this competition he set up between them, especially when it was an in-system fight. She had relatives on Yalen-6-1 too, and would hate for the supply ships to pass by that moon, even if it was to her home planet's advantage. Yet that was how the king did it, and she had to do her utmost for her own people.

So she took risks.