The Lost Colony

Chapter 17

We didn't bring enough wine last time," Lell interjected. "And no one ate the pickled root salad." Sparr, apparently, had joined them in the middle of a conversation not about interpreting Omm's divine will, but provisioning for a score of thirsty and selective travelers.

"Mention it to Silla. And you're right, we'll have to lay-in more wine."

Sparr was desperate not to lose the opportunity. "Such an important undertaking. You must need most of the temple staff. Cooks, entertainers, guards..."

"The Governor provides guards," Liette said airily. "And we can't take too many of the temple staff. Only a few of the faithful are allowed to make the journey. The temple must remain open to meet the spiritual needs of everyone else while we are away."

Cursing inwardly, Sparr tried a different tactic. "That's smart," he said. "The Origin and the Governor seem to be on good terms. Why bring your own muscle when you're in their good hands?"

Liette eyed him, a touch of irritation written on her face. "Yes, well," she said "naturally we value those who serve Omm in more than one way. Give me a man who can both guard and entertain..." The priestess trailed off as her eyes swept across Sparr's body.

"I might know just such a man," Sparr said.

***

That night Liette called Sparr to her chambers.

Kess brought the summons. She found him lugging sacks of a dark, grotesquely shaped vegetable which Sparr took to be some sort of squash. Some were lumpy and thick, others split into tendrils which reminded him of fingers. The shipment of squash, along with stacks of other provisions, had been unceremoniously dumped into the outer courtyard by an irate vendor who refused to enter the temple. Sparr, along with a man named Kern, were carrying the supplies to Silla, who inspected each sack before sending them on to the cellar.

"Liette will see you," Kess said. Her large, pretty eyes sparkled with the light of torches. She was smiling shyly. Sparr was reminded of the passion they had shared his first night as a captive. The Olm woman had been a welcoming and responsive lover, but some subtle social conditioning stood between them.

"I'm filthy," Sparr observed, opening his arms wide to show the smudges of soil on his chest and arms.

"It's okay," Kess said. "She'll like it. Follow me."

Abandoning Kern, who now had to finish lugging the provisions by himself, Sparr allowed Kess to lead him back into the depths of the temple. The quiet was nearly oppressive, with most of the compound's inhabitants already having retreated to their chambers. A few sleepy guards peered at the pair, but by now both were well recognized. They passed without difficulty to the door of Liette's chambers. Kess turned to face him, her hands briefly gripping his.

"She's, uh... in a mood," Kess said. She gazed at him with what might have been longing. "Have fun?" She slipped away.

Sparr parted the heavy curtain which marked the entrance to Liette's chambers. Inside, a single oil-burning lamp lit the near part of the chamber, but left the far side mostly in shadow. It was there Liette had watched Sparr f**k Lell several days earlier, and it was there she lay now. Sparr could just make out her pale shape reclining against the cushions.

"Who's there?" Liette's voice carried an unexpected edge of uncertainty, of danger. "Some brute sent to ravish the princess?"

Sparr had to stifle a laugh. Liette clearly had a particular type of encounter in mind. He merely had to play his part. "You're mine," he grunted, trying to sound menacing.

"Oh no!" Liette gasped. "Please, no. Take the wine, but leave me be!" There was, in fact, a jug of wine on a table near the door.

"I'll take both," Sparr said. He hoisted the jug, took a deep swallow and slammed it back down. Liette made a small sound of alarm.

From there it was easy to play his role. Sparr strode forward menacingly as Liette shrunk back. Ignoring her cries of alarm he grabbed her robe and tore it in two. Generous female flesh was on offer. Sparr would have guessed Liette to be mid-forties, older than any of his previous lovers. However, the woman had taken good care of herself, and lived a life of ease in the temple. With her impressive cleavage and soft skin she would be an enjoyable partner. Plus, Sparr was beginning to get turned on by the princess/brute fantasy Liette had created.

"There's no one here to protect you now, princess!" Sparr shredded her robe, ripping and yanking away the fabric until the priestess lay quivering and exposed. "I'll take what you're too proud to give freely!"

"Oh Omm, please!" Liette threw an arm across her face. "Save me from this brute!"

"Your god will witness your submission!" Sparr pinned her to the bed, and as his organ stirred, began to kiss the priestess's pale flesh. He worked his way to a heavy breast. "Your bounty is mine now." With deliberate forcefulness, he sucked hard, pawing and squeezing.

"Eeeeeee!" Liette cried out. Sparr couldn't tell if she was only acting, or if an element of genuine concern was creeping in to her performance. He didn't care. Liette and the temple represented everything Sparr disliked about organized religions. He bit and licked her n****e roughly while his hand crept to her slit. She was dripping.

"You want me," he grunted. "You want to be taken here, in the temple. This morning you were a princess. Tonight you shall be my queen!" Sparr tore off his wrap. His eager c**k swung back and forth, like a wolf sniffing for prey.

"Nooooooooo!" Liette gasped, but subtly parted her legs.

Sparr poised himself to take her, his c**k hanging ready. Liette flicked him a hungry glance before turning aside. "Yes," he grunted. Was he playing a character, or was that character his true self? He had no time for such philosophizing. Sparr pounced.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Liette arched away, half twisting her voluptuous body. This for sure was no act. The look of surprise and pain was immediate and real. "Ow, oh."

Sparr half impaled the priestess, his c**k parting her slick flesh mercilessly. Liette's hands flung forward, uselessly swatting at Sparr's arms and shoulders. Uncaring, he pulled almost entirely free before driving forward once more. This time he buried his c**k to the hilt.

"Owwwwww," she cried out, her brow knitted in pain. "You're taking me, you bastard, you animal!"

There it was, thought Sparr. Liette twisted beneath him, bathed in ecstasy, made wet and ready by her fantasy of being forcefully used by a brutish man. His c**k was hurting her, he was sure, but whatever discomfort the priestess felt only fueled her fantasy. "Take it, princess, take my barbarian cock." Playing the character was liberating, in a way. Sparr was rock hard, and more than happy to indulge Liette. "Your guards aren't here to save you," he grunted. "Your kingdom is fallen." Another cruel thrust. "I'll conquer your p***y, too."

"Please," she gasped. "Noooooo. Your fat c**k, you're tearing me in two."

And so their encounter went. His role as brute established, Sparr was free to use Liette as roughly as he wished. Clutching and pawing at her flesh, he bit and sucked her n*****s, locked her arms in place as he pumped her, and whispered obscenities into her ear. "I'm going to fill you with my seed," he grunted, "make you my slave. You will beg for my c**k!"

"I'll never beg!" Liette thrashed and fought against him, but never vigorously enough to interrupt her lover. She cried out for mercy, clutched at his arms, and pushed weakly against his chest. All the while, Sparr drove his shaft as roughly and deeply as he pleased. He began to near release.

"I will finish you there," Sparr grunted. He pulled free, swung from the couch, and grabbed Liette by the hair. "Your own bed." Half dragging the priestess, he pushed aside the curtain to her bed chamber.

The room was even more sumptuous than the outer chamber, the walls hung with tapestries much like the one Sparr had seen at the fabric shop. Fine, sheer curtains hung around a massive, carved bed. The covers had been turned down, a pitcher of water placed nearby, and a delicate oil lamp left burning. Perforated panels at the top of the walls allowed in fresh air, which mingled with the lamp's scented oil. It was a lady's chamber throughout.

"Oh god, not in my own bed, please!" Liette's objection seemed more than just an act, but she nonetheless let Sparr lead her into the room. He flung her onto the bed.

"Turn over," he grunted. "I'm going to f**k you like an animal."

The priestess whimpered, but complied. As Sparr watched impatiently, she crawled to the middle of the bed and assumed doggy, offering her ass to him. She was trembling.

"Good," Sparr said. In a heartbeat he joined her, then took her, planting his c**k deep yet again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Liette groaned. She dropped her head, pressing it against the pristine sheets in shame. She moved a hand to her slit.

"I'll use your body how I wish," Sparr said. His orgasm had backed off as he dragged Liette to her room, but now approached again. "Wherever I want."

The priestess was close, too. Liette's hand stroked and flicked her c**t as Sparr pumped. Her hair lay in a blonde tangle across the bed. About them, the gauzy, sheer curtains rippled and floated. "You're dirty," she gasped.

"A dirty animal," Sparr agreed. "A dirty animal violating your royal pussy." He drove hard. "Taking it, using it." He neared the edge. "Cumming in it!"

Liette came, shrieking in ecstasy. The orgasmic wave crested, turning her tremble into a spasm. The priestess clutched frantically at the sheets. She tossed her head wildly. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Nnnnnah," Sparr grunted. "Nnnh, oh, fuuuuuuuuck!" His balls ejected a shot of hot c*m into Liette's dripping gash.

"Nooooooo," she cried out. Held in place by Sparr, the priestess could do little but writhe helplessly as another spurt of c*m blasted her depths. Her p***y clamped and released as she came.

"Yeahhhhhhhhhh!" Sparr howled in ecstasy. Liette's dark fantasy turned him on more than he had expected. The line between Alain Sparr and Animal blurred and frayed. He was cumming with Liette; he was defiling a princess.

"Ahhhhhh," Liette gasped. Her orgasm slowly subsided, leaving her spent. She sagged to the bed, panting. Seconds later, his own energies depleted, Sparr collapsed on top of her. For several minutes the two lay together, bodies entwined. Both slowly caught their breath.

Sparr roused himself. Her fantasy having run its course, Liette no doubt would wish him gone. He tugged his softening c**k free, leaving a trail of c*m and the priestess's own slickness across her thigh. Sparr smiled to himself. Not only had he thoroughly enjoyed their session, he was sure Liette had as well. The way she had allowed her fantasy to consume her, and the power of her orgasm said as much. If f*****g her properly was necessary to secure an invitation to the pilgrimage, surely he had succeeded. He stood, and turned to leave.

Something out of place caught Sparr's eye. Near the door, atop a curio cabinet, lay his communicator. Although he had pocketed the medicine and the survival blanket earlier, Liette had kept the communicator. Whether on purpose or not, he couldn't tell. Now here it was, a needed stroke of luck. He glanced at Liette. The priestess was peering at him through slitted eyes, either admiring him or looking to see what he would do. Uncaring, Sparr picked up the device.

"All-knowing cube," he said, grinning. "How hard did I f**k the princess tonight?"

The communicator, wisely, had no reply.

***

"I'm telling you, less than fifteen minutes."

"No one knows when exactly, Alain. You're just guessing, making up stories. Like when you told me you were from Earth."

Sparr, Silla, and Efreem were sitting on the temple roof, the night sky spread over them, sprinkled with unfamiliar stars. All three were wrapped in blankets to chase off the breeze slipping down from the surrounding hills.

"I'll bet you," Sparr said. He took a sip from the bottle of spirits and passed it back to Silla. "Less than fifteen."

"Bet what?" Silla asked.

"The rest of the bottle," Sparr said. "If I'm right, I get to finish it. If I'm wrong, I've taken my last sip."

"You know this is my bottle, right?"

"Yeah, but we've been sharing it, so..." Sparr was smiling.

Silla eyed the bottle. "It's more than half gone anyway," she said, shaking her head. "Okay, here." She handed the bottle to Efreem. "You can decide the winner. Just remember, I make your breakfast every morning."

Efreem quietly took the bottle. His health had improved dramatically since Sparr had slipped him the antibiotic just one day earlier. His fever had subsided, and although he was still weakened, the dusky skinned man had been strong enough to climb the ladder to the roof. Like Sparr, he was happy for the respite from the temple's gloomy chambers.

"How do you know when Cheddar will rise?" Efreem asked.

Sparr suppressed a chuckle. Kaybe had two moons, which had been nicknamed Feta and Cheddar, by the teams studying the exoplanet. The names had stuck with Sparr, and he had continued to use them in conversation. That Efreem had taken up the names made them even funnier.

"Let me guess," Silla said. "The all-knowing cube told you."