The Orbit of the Moon

Jasmine floated before me, her body suspended in the magical field of the Zero Gravity spell. She had righted herself, hovering vertically, but at my command, she grabbed her own ankles, pulling her knees to her chest in mid-air. She rotated slowly until her back was to me, her magnificent, round ass presented like a floating offering.

She had asked for the tight one. She was going to get it.

"Hold that pose," I commanded.

I stepped behind her. The visual was surreal. Without the compression of gravity or the flatness of a bed, her buttocks were perfectly round, separated only by her own hands pulling her ankles apart. The dark star of her anus was directly at my eye level, twitching in anticipation.

I didn't lubricate it. She was sweating profusely, and the fluids from her pussy were sliding down her perineum due to the lack of gravity, coating the entrance naturally.

I grabbed her hips. My fingers dug deep into the soft flesh, anchoring her floating form to my grounded one. I pressed the tip of my cock against the ring.

"Brace yourself," I warned. "There is no bed to catch you."

I thrust. SHOVE.

Because she was weightless, her body tried to fly forward away from the impact. But my grip on her hips was iron. I pulled her onto me as I drove into her. The collision was violent. Jasmine screamed, her voice vibrating in the empty air. "AAAAH! It’s splitting me!"

I buried myself to the hilt in one motion. The sensation was unique. Without gravity pulling her organs down, the penetration felt deeper, straighter, hitting spots that were usually protected by the weight of her own body. I was skewering her on a horizontal axis.

"Look at you," I grunted, holding her suspended on my cock like a skewered fruit. "Impaled."

I began to move. I didn't just thrust in and out. I used the spell. "Spin."

I twisted my hips and used a subtle telekinetic push. Jasmine’s body began to rotate. She didn't flip over; she spun around the axis of my cock. She screamed in a mix of agony and mind-bending pleasure as her internal sphincter was **** to rotate around the stationary shaft. The ridges of my cock ground against her intestinal walls in a 360-degree circle.

"Master! Stop! It’s grinding me apart!" she wailed, her hands flying off her ankles, flailing in the air.

"It’s widening you," I corrected. "You wanted to feel me for weeks? After this, you won't be able to walk straight for a month."

I grabbed her waist to stop the spin, then slammed her back and forth. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of her ass cheeks slapping against my pelvis echoed loudly, un-muffled by pillows or sheets.

"Turn her," I muttered to myself.

I grabbed her leg and spun her body vertically this time. She rotated until she was upside down again, her back still to me. Now I was fucking her ass while she hung inverted. Her head dangled near the floor. Her hair pooled on the marble.

"Open your eyes, Jasmine," I ordered, slapping her upside-down flank.

She opened them, tears streaming up her forehead. "Look at the door."

She looked. Rajah, the massive tiger, was awake. He was watching us. He watched his mistress, the Queen of the Palace, hanging upside down in mid-air, getting sodomized by the Alpha.

"Tell him," I grunted, driving deep into her bowels. "Tell your protector what you are."

"Rajah..." she sobbed, her voice broken. "Look away... I'm... I'm just a sheath! I'm just a hole for him!"

I increased the pace. The inverted position **** her blood to her head, heightening her sensitivity. She was delirious, babbling nonsense as I wrecked her back passage.

"I need more room," I decided.

I reached around her suspended body. My hand found her clit, swollen and throbbing. I ignored it. I slid two fingers into her pussy, which was right next to my pounding cock. It was tight, but yielding.

Then, I pressed my thumb against the connection, the thin wall of skin separating her pussy from her ass. I could feel my own cock pulsating through the membrane.

"Double lock," I whispered.

I jammed my fingers deep into her pussy, curling them to press against my cock from the inside. Jasmine shrieked, her body convulsing in the gravity field. She was completely filled, sandwiched between my flesh.

"I'm going to ruin this ass," I promised her.

I pulled my cock out almost all the way, the rim catching on her stretched sphincter, then slammed it back in with the **** of a battering ram. She gagged, her abdominal muscles rippling as I hit the deepest point of her gut.

"Take it! Take the whole Kingdom!"

I pounded her for what felt like an eternity. Time had no meaning in the zero-gravity field. There was only the rhythm of the fuck and the sound of the Princess breaking.

Finally, I felt the pressure build. "Gravity: Maximum."

I cancelled the spell instantly. CRASH. Gravity returned with a vengeance. Jasmine fell from the air. But I didn't let her hit the floor. I caught her by the hips, dropping to my knees. She landed hard on my cock, her weight driving me deeper than ever before.

She screamed, a final, shattering note, and clamped down. I grabbed her shoulders and unloaded. I pumped jet after jet of thick, potent seed into her abused rectum, filling the "tight one" until it wasn't tight anymore. It was a reservoir.

I held her there, kneeling on the marble, her ass impaled on me, her face pressed into the floor, sobbing into the cold stone.

"That," I whispered, leaning down to bite her shoulder, "was the orbit. Now... prepare for the landing."