The Tali Girls

The planet Talingur was the one that Baal's student and companion Vanessa had explored millennia ago. The pirates had conquered Talingur and murdered the Valurian explorers and Vanessa. The pirates had supplied Bangurel with the nutritious yumma‐fruit for millennia, and the yumma‐trees became an important part of Bangurel agriculture. Yumma was tasty when cooked and was a staple food like the potato on ancient Earth. When cooked, the fruit lost its deadly poison and was highly nutritious.

Along with the yumma, the pirates also supplied female slaves of the Tali‐people, which were the most expensive slaves on Bangurel. Since the slave trade was at least officially forbidden, the pirates could hardly smuggle in more than a few dozen female slaves a year, despite the well–lubricated corruption. Only the richest and most powerful could afford the slave girls, which were sold only in pairs. They were sinfully expensive.

The Tali were black–skinned, tall, and humanoid. Genetically they were different from Humans, Halfs and Gonnies, so they could not produce offspring with them. Tali‐men were never exported, they had little value to the pirates. Tali were very muscular and moved very gracefully. They consistently had large to very large breasts, very small, remarkably tight vaginas, and a giant cock. This was the specialty: tall, slender girls with large breasts and a huge cock. This was the result of feeding on the natural yumma, a giant cock and a huge sexual appetite. The few human women whose husbands could afford a pair of Tali raved about how wonderfully the Tali fucked them. Much better than the talented Half–boys, a hundred times better than their husbands and like the petty gonnies. The women would give anything to fuck Talis. However, the Tali could not afford women's brothels.

The Tali had long since learned Interlingua, which was also spoken on Bangurel. They had no desire to work at all, they took care almost exclusively of their own personal hygiene and made themselves beautiful, fragrant and sexy. Only with the children of the humans and the gonnies they had an intimate relationship, they played endlessly with the small humans, one left them the children very gladly. The Tali let the children snack on the uncooked poisonous yumma, their staple food, and grinning let the children fuck them when they were sexed up from the poison. It was a real feast for them when an immature boy deflowered an immature girl and fucked her insanely. The mothers screamed in horror and separated the fucking children, but the Tali would not let this shameful act go. During the day, the Tali and the children cuddled naked in their beds, stroking and massaging the little ones and teaching the boys how to fuck. It was exasperating, already at 5 or 6 these girls lost their hymen. The Tali had no conscience and knew no taboos. They were just sex slaves and sex toys, so who or what was to stop them from abusing children?

The Tali fucked the mistress every night until her cries of orgasm became quieter and she was completely exhausted from orgasming. The big dicks brought the women to orgasm without any effort, that's why they were so popular. The horny women grabbed the Tali's big breasts and pumped up and sucked and licked the Tali's teats, who were very fond of giving breast to the women while fucking them. The women bit hard on the teats because the Tali loved that to orgasm and then the Tali cum in her widely stretched vagina. The tali squirted in solid, thick jets and made the women scream lustily in orgasm.

The Tali also fucked each other sometimes, but the vaginas of the Gonnies and the Halfs were much too small for their big cocks. Sometimes the husbands fucked the Tali, but the Tali were not very enthusiastic about it. The husbands had decent dicks, but they didn't last long and squirted off way too fast, barely after the Tali got warm. But they were very happy to be fucked by the gonniemen, whose dicks were just the right size for their tight vaginas and also lasted long enough for the Tali to orgasm. The hardworking gonnie men held the big black cocks in their hands when they fucked a Tali to orgasm and jerked her off into the air with their fists rubbing. Gonnies and Tali got along excellently sexually and socially.

Just before the last war with the pirates, the latter had managed to smuggle in several large loads of Tali female slaves into Bangurel. The right hands had been greased, the right eyes looked the other way, and so hundreds of thousands of Tali came to Bangurel. Prices fell, many wives sold their Halfs to the brothels and enjoyed two loin–strong Tali they could finally afford. Many a wife experienced her first vaginal orgasm while fucking the Tali. An attentive sociologist would notice how relaxed and detached the wives seemed since then.

Pan, of course, had not been thrown out. The officers of the control center left him in peace, his rude behavior was not commented on in any way and was quickly forgotten. He performed his duties as usual, went on patrol with Isegrim every 4 weeks, and there were no upsets. Once there was almost a scuffle in the officers' mess, which his enviers tried to instigate. But before it really got going, a shadow flitted past him. Isegrim punched the ringleader in the nose so hard it cracked. It was over before it began. He glanced at his partner, words were not needed.

With one of the captains, Ben, he came into an almost friendly contact. Ben was about 10 years older, but like Pan, he served entirely in the spirit of King Leonidas. After a few weeks of training together, he voiced some thoughts that were very well observed and Pan immediately changed the curriculum. He was grateful to Ben for bringing the perfectly valid criticism to the one–on–one meeting. Ben didn't need a circus; that was a very pleasant side of him. He was also the first to be carefully questioned by Pan to find out his attitude to the present government and to a change of power. He was pleasantly surprised at how much Ben shared his disdain for those currently in power, and at the same time his conviction that the military should not be allowed to derive justification for a coup from it. Change of power yes, if it brought an improvement. The military was a significant force and it had to be carefully considered whom to support. Ben, he felt, was an honest, reliable person he could trust.

Naturally, they also talked about private matters. Like him, Ben went home in the evenings and mingled with the Gonnies around the campfire. Unlike him, he had a preference for the older or pregnant gonnies with lots of fucking experience. He had fathered a good 100 halfs with the gonnie women in the 25 years, all sons he had given away to friends or their wives. Many of his friends were not as wealthy as he was, so he could give them something really valuable. He was married to a good, rich woman who had borne him three daughters and, despite loving him dearly, was less interested in fucking him. She had some well–built Halfs for years that sometimes gave her good orgasms. Ben had bought her two Tali before the war and she was really in seventh heaven since then. The Tali now made her scream blissfully every night, and from the beginning his wife wanted Ben to be present when he could. Pan had no experience with the Tali yet, so Ben told.

Ben's wife Lia was actually very used to masturbating quite a bit every night, as the Halfs didn't make her orgasm often enough. That changed with the Tali, they fucked the mistress one after the other and quickly brought her to 100. She orgasmed for over an hour, over and over until she was completely satisfied. Ben had fucked both Tali in the beginning and enjoyed it for a while too. The girls' big breasts got his blood pumping and fucking them was also somewhat nice. It increasingly alienated him that the Tali squirted at him during orgasm. The big black cocks twitched and squirted at him. He cleared his throat and said he rarely fucked the Tali anymore.

Pan told Ben that he mostly fucked the very young gonnie girls, the older or pregnant ones only on a case–by–case basis. He had fathered only a handful of halfs, seven boys and two girls. The older girl, Conara, was already 16 and was being trained as a healer by the old healers, that had been her expressed wish. She was sexually very reserved in terms of fucking and much preferred to masturbate. As far as he knew, he was the only one she fucked, and she only let herself be fucked lying on her back like no other Half–girl. She was pretty inept at fucking and didn't orgasm when she was fucked. He had asked her to masturbate after fucking, which was perfect for her. He had asked her a few times if she wanted to fuck at all and she had replied that her heart was in it when she fucked him, but she had no desire at all to fuck other Humans, Halfs or Gonnies.

The younger daughter, Binara, was already 9, almost 10, and very inquisitive. She had a lot of trust in him and slept in his bed every night, but he thought she was still too young to be fucked. She watched very carefully when he fucked a gonnie girl or her sister. When the latter had gone, they cuddled together, kissed and caressed each other, she loved to play with his cock and he liked that very much. She waited to masturbate until they stopped caressing, then she pressed herself tightly against his body and always masturbated very quickly. A few weeks ago she had asked if she could fuck with a playmate or wait for him to deflower her? He had hugged and kissed her very gently, of course she was allowed to be fucked if she wanted it herself. She need not wait for him, but surrender when the desire came from herself and not only from the boyfriend. She thought, no, it was his wish, not mine! Pan smiled, he had taught his daughter one important thing. He had promised her at that moment never to sell her to a brothel, because he thought that was wrong. She should think about how she wanted to live. The child thought for a long time. Conara, the older sister, had waited until 12 to let her father deflower her. She had chosen a good job at 15, and she wanted to fuck only one man, him. She liked that, she wanted to follow Conara's example. The playmate would have to find someone else to fuck, Binara laughed.

He didn't tell Ben about Fyy. All his sons had fucked the Android long before they were 12. But it was so wonderful to explore the artificial girl's body caressingly. Fyy waited until the little penis was erect and let the boy fuck. She was an excellent teacher and taught the sons to fuck the gonnie women to orgasm. Conara never lay down with Fyy, but Binara did. When the father was away, she took "her girl" to bed with her and blissfully rubbed herself against her beautiful body while masturbating. As a child, she believed for a very long time that Fyy was alive. — No, Ben didn't need to know that Fyy was his perfect assistant and he fucked her sometimes.

Ben had even invited him to dinner at his house once, that was a special honor. The daughters were sent to bed after dinner, he followed Ben into a large room. It was the bedroom of Lia. He clutched his whiskey glass and smoked hastily, for he had an inkling of what was to come. Lia, a 35–year–old with a still impressively beautiful figure, was undressing to the beat of ingratiating music. She really was still a beauty and Pan whispered to Ben if it was really okay? Ben replied that it had been her express wish! Pan sat back reassured and looked at Lia's shaved cleft. She was too old for him, of course, but she had a decidedly beautiful body. Now the two naked Tali girls entered. He leaned forward and looked at the beautiful girls. They were certainly not yet 20; on their heads alone they had frizzy hair with jewels woven into it. Otherwise their bodies were completely hairless, in keeping with the fashion. The strikingly large breasts were very firm, the teats much longer than usual, long and stiffly erect. But the cocks, my God, they were a hammer! Big, black like the body and the glans light pink, they had barely a foreskin. They lay down next to the mistress and stroked her intensely, especially Lia's little clit. After a few minutes, one of them mounted Lia, whose vagina widened obediently as she slowly penetrated. Lia began to gasp as the girl fucked her and Pan could see very clearly how her black piston fucked Lia firmly and quickly. Lia screamed loudly at her first orgasm and a bit quieter at the next ones, but her scream expressed pleasure and sexual satisfaction. Lia had the girl's breast in her mouth while fucking and bit the teat very hard before the orgasm so that the girl gasped hornily. The bite into the teat triggered the Tali's orgasm immediately. When the girl paused to cum, Pan realized how the Tali's black‐pink vagina contracted and dilated in rhythm with the squirting. He wiped the sweat from his brow as the Tali took turns and the second girl rapidly penetrated Lia's vagina. The second fucked much faster and wilder, Lia's cries grew louder and louder and at the end her scream rang for long seconds, then died away. Lia let go of her breast and in sexual turmoil bit very hard into the girl's teat, who gasped loudly in response. The tali girl orgasmed instantly and squirted into Lia's vagina for quite a long time.

The mistress hugged and kissed the girls before they went out. She wiped her vagina with a little cloth and came to them naked. She kissed Ben quite lovingly and thanked him for getting her nicely aroused by watching and for bringing his famous friend. Ben replied, just as you commanded, my love! Lia turned to Pan and sat on his lap. This was not unseemly at this time, on the contrary. With one hand he supported her back and the other rested in her lap. How he would have liked her fucking with the Tali, she asked kindly and moved forward so that his fingertips slid into her cleft, this was quite normal in those days.

He expressed his admiration for the masterfully fucking Tali and how impressive her, Lia's, orgasms were. He said he was very impressed with how passionately she fucked and so hornily excited Tali's breasts with her mouth and lips. He had never seen it necessary to bite a Tali's teat to make her squirt immediately. Lia smiled, with the bite she could control whether Tali would cum before, during or after her own orgasm. And you had to bite really hard, because only a bloody bitten teat earned her respect. Did he want to fuck a tali girl? she asked cooing, and he shook his head in the negative, a Tali girl probably couldn't fuck half as well as the mistress. Lia's eyes sparkled as she asked if he would rather fuck her? Very cautiously, he declined the offer, though she did press her clit on his fingertips. He didn't need to look at Ben, it was the only correct answer. Ben finished his drink, then the two men left Lia's bedchamber.

Ben escorted him out the front door and he thanked him for the evening. "You could have had her, my friend" said Ben, "it would have been her wish, but you couldn't have known that. She had been babbling for days about nothing but fucking with the famous commander!" Ben saw the surprise on his face. "That's fine with Lia and me, we give each other free choice. She takes who she wants, and it is her express wish that I be there! I gave her the Tali for her birthday, she's been happier and rounder since then than she's been in years! And of course I would have agreed, that shouldn't have stopped you, old friend!" Pan got into the glider and said he was sorry if he had offended her, but Ben waved it off, oh no! He rode the glider home in silence. The campfire had already burned down, the gonnies had gone to sleep.

Conara and his youngest lay panting in his bed, and he could guess how the two fairies had passed the waiting time. Half–girls loved to masturbate for hours, it was quite alright that way, it was proper. He was still totally horny from Lia's fucking with the Tali and fucked Conara over and over again, so that she just screamed with pleasure. Binara, the younger one, pressed herself very close to her sister's body and masturbated very fast. He had Lia and the Tali girls in mind and didn't want to stop fucking Conara and watching Binara's masturbation. At some point his semen was used up, his lust satisfied. He lay down between his daughters and hugged one on the left, one on the right. His hands stroked the beautiful soft fur on their backs and the girls purred like kittens. After a long silence, when their breathing had calmed down, Conara whispered in his ear if he had noticed that she had orgasmed several times while fucking, for the first time ever? He nodded and lied, Yes, of course! But he hadn't noticed anything, he had only seen the Tali fucking Lia and making her scream. Even now he could feel the wet, hot hell of Lia's clit in his fingertips. He scolded himself for turning down what must have been a once–in–a–lifetime opportunity to fuck a Tali girl, even though he somehow knew they were too old and too routined for him. That he had rejected Lia, however, was quite damn stupid. She was also too old in her mid–thirties, but he had never seen a human woman fuck so passionately, and he had seen several fuck like that. But that she was Ben's wife had determined his decision. That she was a jewel he hadn't picked right away was something he thought about and resented for a long time. He would maybe approach Ben for a second chance. He kissed his girls on the hair and immediately fell asleep, although his daughters were still masturbating pressed tightly against him.

He visited Domina Ileana and her Tea as usual, but she stopped talking about the change of power. He read in her mind that it was not yet time. Lan knew how much he was interested in Dominas masturbating and fucking and played him many secretly made recordings. This was always good to fuel his lust. The lesbian scenes didn't arouse his lust at all anymore, his original curiosity was satisfied and it didn't interest him anymore. Their political conversations became very intense again, as he too wanted to know about the mistakes, corruption and shortcomings of the clergy and politicians. Their sexual perversions only confirmed his conviction of how abysmally depraved the upper classes were. And how their faults hindered the growth, prosperity and advancement of society.

He stopped his glider in front of a brothel, went inside and picked out a gray–haired Half. The man nodded unobtrusively when the uniformed commander asked him if he could relay a message for Mistress Budicca. He knew no word for Queen in the Gonnie language. The old man deftly accepted his letter placed in a folded bill and barked loudly at him, "there were other houses for boy love, damn it!" Pan suppressed his grin and immediately went out cursing loudly. It was very clever how the Half had reacted knowing about the omnipresent spies. He went to the King Leonidas‐base and talked to his superior. He was given three days leave and allowed to borrow a glider to go to the southern forests to visit the free–roaming Halfs. His informants had given some squishy but interesting clues and he wanted to follow up on that. The general was very kind, qualifying the three days not as leave but as a special mission and he would be allowed to choose any glider he wanted. Delighted, he went to the equipment master and picked out one of the ancient gliders. It has no automatic camera and no independent location recognition, the old stuffmaster warned him, in an emergency he was on his own. Pan confirmed that was just as well on the special mission. It was far more difficult to shake off Ben and Isegrim. Of course they didn''t want to let him go alone and Isegrim had to see the secret mission on the screen with his own eyes. Which didn't stop him from following Pan at an hour's distance, that was just how he was, good Isegrim.

Pan set out before noon the next day, driving 6 hours through the southern woodlands, following the path from memory. Within sight of Halfgard, he parked the glider and signed out at the control center as instructed. The dispatcher asked him twice for his badge number to make sure he was on special assignment. Three days of radio silence, okay, but he had to notify General Podwin. Pan entered the immobilization code and locked the glider. When he descended, a squad of watchmen was already waiting for him. He had them carry the two gift baskets of choice wines and sweets for Budicca and Walla. A quarter of an hour later he entered Budicca's palace hut.

Hundreds of halfs stood crowded around the dais where Budicca sat. She stood up with difficulty, leaning on an ornate walking stick. She grinned broadly when he noticed her exposed abdomen. Good manners. He bowed respectfully before walking up to her and greeting her with cheek kisses left and right. After the first words, he asked what was hurting her. She had caught a cold at the funeral in the pouring rain and lumbago had been gripping her tightly for 5 weeks. "I'm getting old, my brother," Budicca said with theatrical drama, grinning broadly, "I'm not good for anything, certainly not for my favorite sport!" He nodded understandingly and asked about the funeral.

"Alas," Budicca sighed, "once again two hunter clans fought out their differences with weapons. They stopped only when I went between the disputants with my handmaidens. A truce was agreed upon, as they received all my maidens for one night as a reward." Budicca grinned broadly, "our Halfmen are no different from you Humans at all in this respect." She was present at the burial of the 21 dead as guarantor of the truce, and the bad weather and rain had yet to be affected. An hour later, at sunset, the tables were set and a splendid supper was served.

A pretty young maid served him the huge, grilled pieces of wild boar and he listened carefully to Budicca, who told him about the events of the past 5 months. The Halfs lived their self–determined lives in much greater freedom than under the yoke of the humans, who were not good parents to the Halfs. Pan told her in detail how he treated his own Halfs, none of them were sold or put in a brothel. He considered them his sons, which they indeed were, and left them free to find new masters among his friends. 5 sons had done the same and were happy with their decision. 2 sons were not so far yet and lived in their Gonnie family, they had free access to his big library, thus to knowledge and had also enough gonnie women at the bonfire. They preferred the older ones because of their experience and the pregnant ones who were even keener on fucking than the others. They fucked the gonnie women deep into the night and were able to act out their natural urges. He also told about Conara and Binara, who grew up just as free. Yes, he answered with lowered eyes, Conara was already old enough and fucked only with him, she had much less sexual appetite than other Half–girls. Binara was only 10 and wanted to wait for him to deflower her when she was twelve. But it was her decision, not anyone else's, she had learned that attitude from him. But unlike Conara, she had the usual fire in her ass and masturbated pleasurably for hours on end, he grinned.

"And why aren't your Halfchildren in Halfgard yet?" asked Budicca in a harsh undertone. Pan replied that he had not yet told anyone, not even his Halfs, a dying word about Halfgard, and would not do so even if it was treason. He served his conscience above all, not the rulers. They had proven often enough how venal their consciences were. Thoughtfully, Budicca asked how he dealt with his girls. Conara wanted to fuck him once or at most twice a week, and this was explicitly her wish, not his. Binara was quite different, she had always slept in his bed and was only allowed to watch when he fucked her sister, although she had long wanted to fuck him. Absolutely. But she was adult only with 12 and before it was out of the question for him, in no case. They cuddled and cuddled all the time without him losing his temper. She had really wanted to learn how to masturbate men to squirt and she had gotten to do it twice, but he didn't really like it at all. She had plenty of fire in her ass, no doubt about it, but she had to settle for masturbating. Budicca nodded in agreement, she could well understand and accept his behavior, his attitude. That he was not a man like others, she had already noticed during the first visit.

Smiling, she answered his question where Walla was. She must have been sitting in the steam room for hours, making herself beautiful and fragrant. No, she would have no idea what she was up to. Pan kept silent, for he thought it a pity that Walla was making herself beautiful for a tête–à–tête. He swallowed his disappointment and inquired about the girls who had washed him in the morning during the last visit. Budicca feigned having to think for a long time and he had to laugh at her attempt. Budicca blinked briefly and joined in the laughter. She said that they were the twins Di and Do, quite good girls and maids. They were still untouched, that is, they were virgins. Whether he . . . ? asked Budicca with a sidelong glance, but Pan shook his head. He only wanted to know if they were well or if they were also making themselves beautiful in the steam bath for a tête–à–tête. Budicca didn't miss his bitterness, and she put a hand on his arm begrudgingly. "I may be an old, sick wreck and not a fiery woman as usual, but you certainly won't have to spend the night in your oh–so–comfortable glider in the cold, my love!" He was puzzled and muttered that he didn't mind watching out for her lumbago while she fucked. Budicca smiled finely, and he could do nothing at all with that.

"Well, that's settled then," Budicca babbled perfunctorily, squeezing his arm. She had planned a visit to the Weaponsmith's and Engineer workshops for tomorrow, he had been interested in the technology they used to disable the radio, after all. He nodded, he would have wanted to ask that soon. Some gray–haired men sat down with them and interesting topics relaxed. The men were apparently on Budicca's advisory staff and asked him what he thought about Halfgard, how the politicians and military thought about Halfgard. He could not speak for others, only for himself.

He was convinced that the politicians and clergy would immediately subjugate Halfgard, that is, enslave or destroy it, no doubt about it. The military was firmly in the hands of the corrupt and not at all prepared to think for itself or even question orders. Orders had to be strictly obeyed only in war, but very few took advantage of the right of appeal. You look at the military all too theoretically in this respect! There were perhaps a few hundred good men who could think for themselves as he did, but the military consisted of 725,000 faithfully serving men. He would not report a word of Halfgard, he would never betray Halfgard and his sister Budicca. Only now did he notice that Budicca had hobbled off to pee but had not returned. He looked questioningly at the maid serving their drinks and she murmured in his ear that the mistress had already retired and that he should only discuss with the councilors while it lasted. He nodded, but did not want to stall the conversation.

The councilors shared his pessimism about politicians and the clergy, for they had experienced that themselves. But surely he, the Commander d'Aubonville, could speak for Halfgard, convince his comrades? He flatly refused. Halfgard's secrecy was the only right thing to do; there was no room for lobbying in the military. He would continue to serve faithfully and not make a fool of himself. Or disappear into a quiet dungeon as an agitator. He told them that their reasoning was beautiful and noble, but terribly naive. He could only warn them strongly not to underestimate the people, the Bangurelians. They were false, morally depraved and obsessed with power. Any negotiation would end in disaster. Enslavement or physical annihilation. That was his 100% opinion.

Most seemed to have understood him. One mentioned that the commander had apparently come knowingly in a blind, ancient glider so that he would leave no trace. He nodded in agreement, no camera, no locator. He would deliberately lie to his superiors because he thought it was the right thing to do. Period.

In the long silence, he asked the councilmen how they lived privately. Some said they were nearing 50 and at the end of their lives, they had no fire left in their asses and were devoted only to training the next generation of advisors for the Queen. Others said they had a large household and would participate in the sexual goings–on as long as they could. A few younger ones grinned wryly. What would come before them. No matter who. The grins were wider and broader. They all remained fair about it, there was no violence, no blackmail and no persuasion. All girls and women were available for fucking in one way or another, even lesbians. It was up to you how the women reacted to you. There was, of course, the problem that there were ten times as many men, but most women fucked 10 or more men in a row every day, so the problem wasn't really a problem. And everyone loved the variety and diversity, men and women alike. The gentlemen grinned in agreement, and the round gradually disbanded. He rose and took his leave for the night. He went to Budicca's bedchamber and sat down in the water basin in the anteroom. Two maids washed him and one thoroughly examined his cock. "A good cock, Commander," said the old maid, cradling the stiff part in her hand, "quite an excellent cock!" She cautioned him that the mistress was very frail, then he entered Budicca's bedroom.

His surprise was genuine. Budicca, yes, he had expected. But a second woman was lying next to her, cuddling and cuddling her horny mistress. Walla! He lay down on Budicca's other side, stroking her gently and gratefully, muttering, shaking his head, how immensely clever his jealousy was. He truly deserved to spend the night in the glider! Walla, of course, did not understand a word and bent to him, beguiling him with elaborate French kisses. He slowly freed himself and whispered that his first seed belonged to the mistress! Walla nodded, that was only fair. He cuddled Budicca for a long time and mounted her carefully. Infinitely gentle and considerate, he fucked her. She gradually came to orgasm, which made her tremble only slightly. She looked at him radiantly and whispered that he could squirt now. He squirted only a little, because he didn't want to thrust her too hard in the finale.

Then Walla came. He stayed on his back, that's what she wanted. She smelled wonderful, looked beautiful and wanted to fuck him! And how! The fucking of the horny Half–woman overcame him like a whirlwind, she fucked him insatiably until early morning with blowing back fur. Like most Half–women, she fucked him lying on his back, because it was she who had to get her own orgasm. Without stopping, without pause. She gasped and moaned with each of her orgasms, which she worked diligently to achieve. She grinned mischievously and triumphantly when he squirted. He divided his strength as best he could, for the erection had to last for hours! Only towards morning did he grab her energetically by the hips, wildly ripping her back fur and squirting all over her from underneath. Walla orgasmed wildly and violently, then she slumped over him. It was over. When she caught her breath, she kissed the mistress and him, then silently scurried out.

Budicca had pressed against his body like Binara and had masturbated all night without stopping. Most of the Halfs and Gonnies masturbated the same way. They pressed their bodies very tightly against another, one leg hooked into the leg of the other. The fast rubbing fingers were forced between the bodies. At the orgasm the fingers let go and she pressed vagina and clit rubbing violently against the hip bones of the other, after a minute it started all over again. Conara, Binara and also Budicca masturbated like this. In orgasm, Budicca bit his biceps to stifle their cries. His upper arm was littered with small bloody bite marks and she made herself the last orgasm in Walla's finale. Her shrieking scream was muffled by his arm muscles. He had been watching Budicca's masturbation very carefully, she masturbated just like Binara very fast and without stopping. Sometimes he gave her an intimate French kiss after an orgasm, although Walla fucked him mercilessly. Now Walla was gone and they dozed off tightly embraced.

The twins had come in silently and were washing them with warm, damp cloths. They washed Budicca's vagina conscientiously, then his cock, but without making it squirt. They stood in front of the bed in their diaphanous white tunics until one began to speak. "We are Di and Do, twins. The mistress has spoken to us and allowed us to lie with you if you like us. We are about to turn 16 and are adults, so it would not be wrong! We have never lain with a man before, and it would be a great honor for us if you made us both real women!" Budicca shrugged her shoulders hypocritically, sorry, she forgot to tell him that. He laughed out loud as she did and nudged her with his elbow. Budicca called out to an unseen servant to postpone the visit to the engineers until the afternoon.

He smiled at the beautiful girls, who were much smaller than the other Halfs, with delicate, fine skin and even faces. Only now did he realize what had fascinated him from the beginning. They were albinos, their eyes gleaming reddish. They had snow–white, beautifully coiffed long hair, which merged seamlessly into the likewise snow–white back fur. He held out both arms invitingly. "Come, lovely girls, lie with me!" They simultaneously dropped their robes, their breasts beautifully curved and small like Budicca's. Her pubis was naturally hairless and her clefts small and childlike. His mouth watered and his cock straightened greedily, these were girls completely to his perverted taste! Their bodies reminded him of Fyys body, he suddenly became aware.

Budicca made way as the girls lay down at his sides. He would first deflower them lying on their backs the human way, he said, then they would be allowed to fuck him the Half–girl way. The girls nodded in agreement. He kissed both of them in turn, alternately caressing the round breasts with the conspicuously pointed teats. He cuddled and cuddled the gentle hips and their little asses and saw that Budicca was quickly lighting the fire in the little clits. He sensed that one girl was ready and put her in fuck position. He had deflowered many girls and gonnie girls, he was very good at it. Considerately but vigorously he penetrated the small, tight vagina and the hymen tore without hurting the girl. He fucked for a long time until the girl orgasmed. He squirted only a little bit, the night had been exhausting and the second child was already waiting impatiently. The girls exchanged places and he deflowered the second one just as gently. She gave a little giggle as her hymen tore. She also had a very tight vagina, but she fucked more actively than the sister and she gasped, "Mistress, the teats, please!" Budicca bit her teat until her orgasm broke loose. She clung to his arms as he squirted and held him tight until he stopped thrusting.

He lay down between the girls and they both said "Thank you!" at the same time. They all lay very still, only Budicca's arms moving as she made the fire in their clits blaze. "We've only masturbated so far," one said, "a lot and a lot and a long time!" and the other added, "We love masturbating a lot, but hopefully the Mistress will let us fuck men from now on!" Budicca moaned loudly, "Oh girls, you have so much to learn! You are not slaves, but free women of Halfgard! You take as many men as you can, as you want! There are thousands waiting for you outside the palace. So, enough chatter, I want to see you make the Commander happy!"

They swung on him one by one and fucked him until lunch. Budicca routinely triggered the girls' orgasms and plopped her vagina on his cock. The girls were so full of fire that it didn't take them long at all to shiver and jerk to orgasm. Pan held back the squirting, now it was the erection that was needed. He was overwhelmed by the fire that was driving the girls so madly, but he was completely finished by the time the sun was at noon. He grabbed one girl by the hips and squirted a bit, then grabbed the second girl and thrust wildly as he squirted violently. Then it was over. The twins washed their genitals and took the blood–spattered sheet with them.

He embraced Budicca and kissed her on the shaved head. He was infinitely grateful, he murmured, and exhausted to death. He thought his knees would give way at any moment, but he made it to the lunch table. He ate oodles, hungry and exhausted; he needed that now. Then they went to the engineers.

Chief Engineer Wengin greeted them warmly and they took their seats at a conference table. Pan was dead tired, but he didn't let on. Wengin was the oldest Half he had ever met, from the wrinkles he must have been 100 years old. Wengin shook his head, he was only 68 and could read minds, he was a trained telepath. He was the only one of his kind, he added. The clergy had strictly forbidden, on pain of death, training Halfs to be telepaths, hence. He did not mention who had trained him. Turning to Budicca, Wengin said that they had zeroed out the tracking device of the commander's companions and put the device out of commission with a software bug, that would explain everything. Pan asked with discomfort, which companions? The chief engineer said that half an hour after him, a modern glider had arrived about 500 meters behind his glider and was parked there in full view of his glider. Isegrim, it shot through Pan's mind. Militarily correct, but in disregard of his orders. The cameras? Pan asked, but the old man said they didn't need to be manipulated, all they could see was his parked glider.

Budicca had moved away and was conferring with the councilors. Pan could not tell how she was communicating. Wengin said he would be happy to explain the technical from telepath to telepath. He also showed the technique in pictures that floated above the table. Pan had paid close attention during his technical training by Fyy and understood the two devices right away. It was ingenious, yet not witchcraft. All the materials and technical requirements were known on Bangurel, only ingenuity was lacking, Wengin grinned. The mistress ordered to give you a copy, everything was prepared. Your engineers will have no trouble to replicate it.

Under his breath, Wengin asked about Irenea Pongin. Pan flipped through his brain, Yes, she had retired as a general, had handed over leadership of engineering to Brigadier General Lesek two years ago. That was all he knew. Wengin rocked his vulture–like head back and forth. He had been her chief engineer and lover for almost twenty years, then the love affair blew up and he had to run off to Halfgard. He let Pan look into his memories. The young Half had conquered the heart of the 45–year–old maiden. He was her first and only lover, the intimate connection between Half and Human woman moved Pan.

He understood the man's desire to see her again. But it was hopeless. He could not enter her world, she could not enter his. Wengin knew perfectly well that she must not learn anything from Halfgard. But Pan suggested that he take General Irenea with him on his next visit and drop her off in a clearing far away, where Wengin could entertain her without revealing Halfgard. Wengin grinned broadly. Entertain. All right. He bent down and squeezed Pan's hand. "You would do that for me?" Pan nodded grimly, he had "seen him" and he was one of the good guys.

The chief engineer looked at him seriously. "You do know that we are building weapons, very advanced weapons, to protect us from the Bangurelians?" Pan smiled, he knew it and thought it was right. The humans had no right, none at all, to enslave the Halfs. They had every right to live free and self–determined. Period! Wengin grinned, he hadn't heard that Period! for ages. Budicca rejoined them, and as he said goodbye, he squeezed Wengin's hand tightly. He had promised and would contact him through Budicca. They went over to dinner. Walla was not there again, he noted, but he enjoyed the steaks of lion meat. It had been delivered by Walla's hunters, they had captured 11 lionesses, they were probably the best hunters far and wide! He nodded kindly to the maid, but he still missed Walla.

Budicca had gathered the councilors around him after the meal, they had to be further convinced to hide Halfgard. The main argument was that Halfgard wanted many things from Bangurel. They had stolen all sorts of things so far, but a regulated trade would be better. Pan interjected sharply, what did Halfgard have to offer? Lion skins? Fine wine? The councilors fell silent. One of the younger ones took the floor. What people had always wanted from us: Sex. Pan remained silent, concerned. The Half continued. A few of the younger ones would be quite willing to prostitute themselves, to be sold to brothels, for the prosperity of all. Pan was silent and Budicca interfered. Two things only, two things. First, to betray everything that made Halfgard, she would never allow that, they would have to wait until she was dead. Alright? Checked.

Secondly, the Humans, and especially their wives, had long since stopped being so keen on fucking the Halfs. The new fuck buddies were the Tali girls and they had information that some powerful ones were already conducting secret negotiations with the pirate‐alliance. Millions of Tali for all the women of the Humans, sex with Halfs was a discontinued model. They should take this very seriously. Budicca raised her hand sharply, the discussions are finished! Her naked cleft becoming clearly visible in that movement. All the councilmen had already lain with her, but she was a seductive female despite her age. Gradually the company dispersed.

Pan sat in the sink next to Budicca and asked if Walla would be there. Budicca suppressed her smirk and said, Yes, she was prepared for it, steam bath, full body massage, the whole nine yards. Budicca paused and let him squirm. She continued with relish that her men, the hunters, had locked her up. They defied the Queen's express order, they didn't want to give up their wife for two nights and fuck calves. Budicca made him ponder and fidget. The calves thing was nonsense of course, she had sent 4 fiery maidens to the hunters last night. That was nonsense, the one about the calves. But the hunters did not give Walla away. Pan quietly said that was all right, he understood the men and appreciated that they defended their wife against the intruder. They got out of the pool and went to the bedroom.

Di and Do were waiting for them. Pan's heart was beating up to his throat. He wasted no more thought on Walla. He lay down with Budicca with them. She put her hand on his arm. "I'm too tired to fuck today, you have to understand. It's not a lame excuse, I'm sure you've seen how hard it's been for me despite the walking stick. The fucking lumbago is . . . . " She broke off the sentence and lapsed into silence. It would be over in four or five months, but she didn't need to tell him that. He should have a nice night, she said, insisting. "The first seed belongs to the mistress!" said Pan stubbornly, that was a law, that was how he saw it. Budicca didn't want to argue anymore and ordered Do to make the Commander happy, instantly!

He penetrated the beautiful girl, annoyed he did not allow her to swing up on him. Budicca pressed herself very close to Do and began to masturbate with her eyes closed. Di made room and watched her sister being fucked in the humiliating position of human women. Do passively let herself be fucked and tilted her head to the side. It was far too shameful, her eyes said to her sister, she was aroused and lust rose naturally, but she felt the reluctance to orgasm. Budicca orgasmed wonderfully, pressed against Do. She smiled radiantly at her brother and continued.

Pan felt he was ready. Wordlessly he grabbed Budicca and lifted the astonished one on top of Do, Budicca's belly came to lie on Do's belly. She didn't stop masturbating as Pan spread her ass cheeks wide. He quickly pulled his cock out of Do's vagina and penetrated Budicca's vagina from behind. Half–girls didn't love that at all, but Budicca kept heavily masturbating and Pan squirted roaring in her vagina. He pressed Budicca's ass cheeks really hard on Do's body, he squirted in one go and finally Budicca's orgasm broke loose too. His hands vibrated her trembling ass cheeks really hard until her orgasm subsided. He now lay on his back and grinned as Budicca slid next to him. "The first seed belongs to the mistress!" he repeated stubbornly, and Budicca patted his cock a few times with a flat hand. "Bad, bad boy!" she scolded him jokingly, and kissed him on the mouth. Do sat between his legs, looking perplexed at the soft cock.

"Make him hard with your mouth," Budicca commanded, but Do did not understand. Di bent over his cock, took it into her mouth as a matter of course, and licked, sucked and sucked it vigorously. Her tongue lapped at his glans until he was completely stiff. Do watched and learned something new. Di stroked his cock with her hand masturbating until her sister sat on him. He held Budicca pressed to him with one hand and she masturbated blissfully smiling in a tour until dawn. She bit his arms to keep from crying out loud, so beautiful was the masturbation and orgasms for her.

The girls with the snow–white manes took turns fucking him until dawn, sucking his cock stiff again and again. They even enjoyed the blowjob because his cock kept getting hard. They were both happy that they got to fuck him in the "right" position. The fire in their asses only went out when he squinted into the morning sun and squirted really hard into Do's vagina. The girls were a well–rehearsed team. While one rode his cock hornily, the other clasped her butts and kept the fucking going. With her other hand she rubbed her sister's clit and took her breast in her mouth. To orgasm she bit her sister's teat very lightly without biting it bloody. The orgasming sister stopped fucking and bent her upper body backwards in delight, the other's fingers racing on her clit until the orgasm was over. She let go of the teat and clit and traded places with her sister.

Pan maintained his erection with all his willpower and rarely squirted a tiny bit. He was saving it for the finale. Di gave him a wonderful blowjob before mounting the big man. She fucked him so vigorously and passionately that he lost sight and hearing. He grabbed the small ass cheeks with his paws and pushed Di wildly from below. Di was almost torn apart by her orgasm, with a loud cry she grabbed onto her tiny clit and let her fingers race on it for minutes, then she collapsed on top of him with a wailing sound. He waited until Budicca had made herself a very big orgasm and, sinking her teeth into his biceps, orgasmed loudly, wailing and crying out. She clung to him with both hands, rubbing her vagina wide open against his hip bone and rubbing her hard clit on the bone with pleasurable wails, just as his daughters did. The right time to hold the fully pumped Di like a vise against her back fur and squirt the semen into her vagina in strong, firm jets.

They lay on top of each other like a tangle for minutes. Gradually the twins stirred and reached for the little cloths and the jug of water. Respectfully they washed Budicca's vagina and then his cock. He almost drove out of his skin with horniness as the girls washed each other's vaginas with incredible lasciviousness and jokingly rubbed each other's clits without really masturbating them. He gave them a friendly pat on the butt and kissed them, "Thank you, lovely girls, that was really a superfine fucking with both of you!" They returned his kiss with bright eyes and left silently. He held Budicca back for a moment and asked her to greet Walla warmly and thank her, because she was a master, without a doubt! Budicca smiled mockingly, that would completely spoil the character of the conceited woman, but she vaguely promised him.

They had breakfast for hours and told each other their past lives. He let her tell about the good times with her father, how he had deflowered her and taught her how to fuck. His father didn't much like being masturbated with his hand either, but she was very stubborn as a child and kept doing it. She masturbated from an early age and his father loved it when she satisfied herself pressed against him, rubbing her vagina and clit against him to orgasm. His father grinned in doze when she rubbed her vagina and clit against his body to trigger orgasm. He loved her very much and was happy that she had proper fire in her ass like the best Half girls. He loved to laugh when she stiffened his cock again with her mouth and greedily pounced on him. But he always had time for her to discuss anything she read in his library. Her education was very important to him. "He was the best father to me, the best teacher, the best friend and the most loving lover I could ever imagine!"

The time flew by. They remained seated while lunch was served. He told Budicca about his training with Master Guo, whom he had murdered at the end of his life. With mulberries and a dozen horny Gonnie women fucking the old man to death. He had a nice death, Budicca said. And it wasn't murder, she said stubbornly. He told of his Half–sons and how he had raised them in freedom. He told of Conara and Binara, how they were allowed to play with his cock and cuddle with him naked and sexually in his bed and gradually discovered sex. He was very proud of Conara, who had only recently discovered how to make herself orgasm while fucking. She was very introverted and only had the insatiable fire of the halfs when masturbating. Gradually she found pleasure in fucking, although she never fucked anyone but him. Binara already felt the fire in her abdomen, but he himself would not fuck her and let her fuck until she was 12. She wasn't considered an adult until she was 12. Budicca nodded in agreement, as long as she wasn't an adult, intense masturbation was just fine.

Lea joined them. A tall, slender Half who towered over the others. Budicca introduced Lea, she was her best friend and designated successor. The councilors and the Great Assembly had accepted her as the future Queen, Budicca said with relief. Lea had been sold into a brothel as a young girl and managed to escape after 4 years. She had studied law and had just returned from a trip of several days in the surrounding countryside, where she was a judge, keeping law and order in the villages and settlements.

Pan took a closer look at Lea. She was not yet 30, her even face framed by a reddish–blond mane that merged without transition into the reddish–blond fur on her back. She wore the traditional open leather vest, the bolero, which supported and concealed her large bosom. She did not take off the loincloth, yet he could look at her hairless cleft. She didn't seem to mind, on the contrary. She did not join in the conversation, but listened very attentively as Budicca went on about his father and he about his daughters. He sometimes wondered if it was right on his part to fixate the girls so strongly on him sexually. He repeated his narrative in detail so that Lea would know everything as well. Into the long silence Lea took the floor. She thought his behavior was right and let him tell her in more detail. She loves you very much, Lea said seriously, she plays with your cock gently and respecting that you can't fuck her. She rubs her vagina and clit against you every night while masturbating. This testifies to a deep attachment that I did not have with my father. She has a much more beautiful youth than many Half–girls who did not have such a good father.

He had to get going. The engineers had packed the equipment into two crates and were waiting with the hover platforms. They were much too heavy to be carried. Lea and Budicca accompanied him to the escort party. Budicca handed her cane to Lea and hugged him tightly. He would have to visit her again, he was all the family she had left. Pan held her for a very long time, perhaps this was a goodbye forever. The troop started to move.

After 200 yards, he looked back. The Halfs had scattered, only Budicca still stood in front of the palace, leaning on the big Lea. They waved, and he continued on, toward the glider. While the Halfs were stowing the boxes in the glider, the radio obstruction was lifted. He immediately called Isegrim and they agreed to fly back to base together. He was still moved by Budicca's farewell and spared Isegrim the thunder. They glided to the base for 6 hours, he reported to the control center and the general in the last hour, they would meet in front of the engineering institute.

Pan handed the crates to the technicians and sat down in the General's office. The General said he did not want to dictate a report on the special mission; the general only wanted a verbal report. He had followed up the clues diligently, was only led to the hideout after two days by the Halfs, where he was able to buy the equipment for a lot of money. He reported that there were about 10 or 12 groups of Halfs living scattered in the woods, but they were informed about that. Following his lying story, he reported that there were many technical devices in the hideout, which the Halfs had captured in various armories of other Halfs. They could not do anything with them, they were only after handguns and hunting rifles.

And, he reported, he had lain with the Halfs both nights, knowing it was unprescribed. The general's eyes flashed kindly. "That's exactly why I don't want a written report!" he rumbled, slapping his thigh with a laugh. "The d'Aubonville, that horny fellow!" he laughed. The general was satisfied with his long report and called Captain Ben and partner in. Ben and Isegrim reported what they had seen, and the general jammed them for acting on their own. But he was lenient; he thought highly of officers who cared for each other. He dictated into his device the sum Pan told him to pay him for the purchase. He praised all three, then they were dismissed.

They sat in the officers' mess, Pan invited his two friends, big steaks and choice wine. He didn't want to be shadowed in the future, he said, even if it was well–intentioned. He would go on such a mission again and again, and the Halfs had distrusted him from the beginning because he had said nothing about the second glider. And they scolded him because it was a state–of–the–art combat glider. Ben laughed out loud. State–of–the–art, my ass! The instruments had failed and delivered completely insane data. They showed their route with 500km deviation, the ultra–modern paperweights! They laughed and listened to his stories. He had worn a simple uniform instead of the battle suit, so unfortunately there were no records of his amorous adventures.

He did not mention Halfgard with a single word.