Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2005 19:06:48 -0600
From: jason moore <bbdluvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Falonic War Tale

This fictitious work depicts sexual encounters with partners not using
condoms.  As always, please be safe and take precautions.  Meanwhile, enjoy
the story.


Falonic War Tale
By: Jason Moore

This is the story of my uncle.  His name was Surge.  During his last weeks
of life, Surge related the following adventures to me.  This is his story.
It begins as the threat of intergalactic war was facing our world.  My uncle
had been sent to recruit some help from the warrior race of people who now
inhabit the planet Desirada.


As the story begins, Surge is cruising in his ship, Raven, toward the planet
Desirada.  It is a small gem on the outskirts of the Falon galaxy that
rarely gets visitors from other worlds.  It is home to the war like tribe of
people known throughout the rest of the galaxy as the Hugenines (Hue - jah -
neens).  Surge had been chosen to go and seek their aid in fighting off the
impending attack on his home world, Phancer, by its long time enemies, the
Dag.  As the stars and meteors buzz by Raven, Surge is hoping that the
Hugenines will be too caught up in their annual Lost Fall ceremonies to pay
much attention to his small craft as it enters Diserada's orbital sphere.
He chose this weekend to approach the Hugenine planet because the Lost Fall
ceremonies would be in full swing.  This annual weeklong celebration was
held to honor all Hugenine warriors who lost their lives in defending their
small world from any and all threats.  It has been almost a century now that
the Hugenines came to settle on Desirada.  Prior to that time, they had
mostly been a band of wondering raiders, reeking havoc on any populated
planet that they encountered.  However, since settling on Desirada, they
stay to themselves and fiercely fight any attempts to invade what is now
considered their home planet.

When Surge came within a thousand miles of that grayish blue orb, he reduced
speed until finally stalling the engines to test for intercept radar fields.
  He was able to detect one just a hundred miles off his stern. He guided
his craft to enter the rippling detection waves just as a canoeist would
search out the converging waves while floating down any of the bountiful
streams on his beloved Phancer.  The field seemed to allow his easy entry
while Surge checked his instrument panel.  There was not yet any major
disturbance in the intercept field, yet the radar waves on both sides of his
craft seemed to be very active and searching.  He set the drive frame with
coordinates to land several miles from the major metropolis of Zen Fair.
Surge still figured that even this would be a futile effort to avoid
detection so he engaged the autopilot and entered the cloakroom.  This small
cell like room was equipped with a device to hide any sign of life from
scans that would eventually envelop his craft once he drifted past the
convergence and into the wider intercept field.

Hoping to be ignored and dealt with later was his one hope as he engaged the
cloak just as a scan beam locked onto Raven.  From the readings displayed on
the small screen in the cloakroom Surge could establish that a tracking
beams had already been engaged.  He was able to project that he was being
guided toward the city of Zen Polaris, a small outpost within a barren
landscape that even most Hugenines had not seen.  Within an hour his ship
was guided in and docked at a large entry port of what seemed to be a large
recycling and retro-fitting facility.  Surge remained cloaked, hoping that
the inspection of his ship would be postponed for now.  When the ship was
not immediately boarded, he knew he would be safe until the planet's
festivities drew to a close at the end of this weekend.

Sitting in wait, Surge reminisced on the only time he had contact with a
Hugenine.  He smiled to himself as he remembered his encounter with Phaltron
almost one year earlier.  Surge had been returning from a short expedition
to chart some of the farthest western reaches of the Falon galaxy when he
received a distress signal.  It was a small Hugenine transport that had
obviously strayed out of its intended range and was now stranded and
helpless.  These types of field transports are actually guided by extended
power beams from Desirada and are not meant for trips so far into space.
For some reason unknown to Surge the guidance beam had somehow malfunctioned
and the ship was now stranded, floating aimlessly.  Unfortunately, whoever
was manning that beam on the surface of Desirada had evidently not even
noticed this failure.  The ship could now be the victim of a collision with
any passing meteor or be pulled into the magnetic field of the nearby barren
planet of Extol, thereby plummeting the ship and its steward to a certain
end.

Deciding to assist, mostly out of curiosity, Surge responded and alerted the
Hugenine of his intention to assist the stranded craft.  The Hugenine
accepted the offer and provided instruction and guidance through the docking
procedure.  Once the connection was made, Surge climbed down the ladder at
the front of his ship and into the small docking bay below the helm of his
ship.  Placing his palm on the read out screen to disengage the door locks,
a hiss of air escaped, and the door slid open.  Then the corresponding door
on the Hugenine vessel also slid open.  Eyeing no one on the other side,
Surge stood in silence, examining the dimly lit compartment beyond their
conjoined vessels.  He then slowly ducked through the opening and entered
the Hugenine ship.

Everywhere he looked, materials, lighting, equipment, everything his eyes
met were foreign.  Then the connecting door slid shut behind him with a
faintly audible "whoosh."  Surge then noticed the extreme quiet around him.
As he proceeded further into the craft, even his very footsteps seemed
muted.  He continued onward through another door that made the same
whooshing sound as it slid shut behind him.  This room was even more dimly
lit and he could barely see to navigate his way.  "Why is it so dark in
here," he thought to himself.

"I am trying to reserve as much power as I can," Surge heard a voice say
from across the room.  "Lights were unnecessary."

"Well, can we have at least some low level lighting?" Surge then asked as he
squinted, barely making out the form of someone standing some five or so
feet before him.

Without a word, a soft glow filled this cabin and Surge found himself
standing before the first Hugenine he had ever met.  Sure he had seen images
in his studies or crude drawings by others on his planet, but the reality
was no where near those renderings.  Before him stood a golden skinned
Hugenine warrior.  He had to be about 6' 6" or more, weighing about 240
pounds.  His hair was long and flowed freely over his shoulders.  He wore
some sort of tightly knit chain mail body suit.  That uniform seemed to
shimmer even in this faint light.  It had no sleeves and revealed some
rather bulging biceps.  The neckline was in a V-shape and revealed just a
glimpse of the cleft between his two, well developed pectoral muscles.  His
chain mail suit fit snugly and Surge noted that the crotch was a triangle of
some leather fabric, almost protruding like a codpiece.  The Hugenine wore a
pair of black boots that rode up to mid calf.  His face seemed squared off,
with a small pug nose, high cheekbones, piercing green eyes, and just a hint
of eyebrows.  Those eyes seemed to be looking through him as
Surge stood in awe before that magnificent, powerful looking Hugenine.  His
facial features stayed stoic and immovable, with no hint of any emotion.
Surge was no slouch himself.  He stood 6" 4" but was, however, much more
slender at 200 pounds.  The Hugenine stood perfectly still not flinching a
muscle as the lights seemed to increase in power ever so slightly again.

"Welcome to the Equine," Phaltron said, the faint glimmer of gratefulness
quickly passing over his eyes.

"Thanks," Surge finally spoke.  "So, what seems to be the problem?"

"The control beam from Desirada has somehow broken its connection with
Equine and for some reason I was unsuccessful in getting a response from the
hails I have sent.  By the time I reconfigured the power sources to craft a
crude distress signal strong enough to reach Desirada, I had drifted so far
beyond our own detection field, that even that went unheeded," Phaltron
explained.  "That is, until now," he continued. "I would appreciate if you
could track my ship back to within the reach of Desirada's detection devices
so I can return home."

"I can do that," Surge answered.

"I have been drifting for over three days and could use some nourishment, if
you have any to spare, Lieutenant Surge," he said.  "I am Field Marshall
Phaltron."

"Well, come aboard my ship and I'll see what I can do," Surge instructed
while also wondering how Phaltron knew his name!

Within a few minutes they were in the helm of Raven and, with Phaltron's
assistance, Surge began to configure the drive frame to return him and his
vessel to Desirada.  Phaltron stood close by as Surge sat at the control
panel entering the required coordinates. That close proximity of his huge,
muscular frame began to send slight shivers through Surge's body.  He could
feel his loins begin to tingle with excitement no matter how hard he tried
to concentrate on the task at hand.  Phaltron's crotch was at eye level and
Surge kept stealing side glimpses of that large protrusion.  Several times,
Phaltron seemed to brush up against him, making it even harder to
concentrate.  The programming for the travel log and guidance points were
eventually scheduled into the ships main frame computer.  Surge then began
to set about securing and locking the tracking beam onto the Equine.  When
that was finally done, he looked up at Phaltron.

"Well, it should take a few hours for the main frame to reconfigure those
coordinates," Surge lied, seeing a chance to spend some idle time with this
alien stud.  "I have some fresh fruit in cold storage and some protein meals
in the food locker over there," Surge directed Phaltron's as he advised him
of his choices for food.  "I would opt for the fruit if I were you."

"That will be sufficient," he responded as Surge noted how much more
friendly Phaltron seemed to become.

Phaltron retrieved a bowl of fruit that he practically swallowed down whole.
  His table manners were somewhat lacking.  The juice from a peach he was
devouring was drooling down his chin and neck.  He seemed oblivious to this
fact and quickly consumed another.  In just fifteen minutes a full bowl of
fruit disappeared.  Surge sat in amazement as he handed Phaltron a hand
towel from the foot compartment of his chair.

"Yes, we Hugenines eat heartily, especially when it's been awhile between
meals," Phaltron said, addressing Surge's unspoken thoughts.

Surge silently watched as he used the towel to clean his chin, face, and
neck.  His loins began to ache once more as he ogled Phaltron's magnificent
build.  Phaltron smiled back broadly as he handed back the towel.  Grabbing
the towel Surge began to fantasize about this highly erotic Hugenine before
him.  His curiosity was drawn to that huge bulging crotch.  He felt that
familiar itch in his loins again as he wondered what it would be like to
have a sexual encounter with Phaltron.

"Yes, that would be a welcome experience," Phaltron suddenly said.

Surge's jaw dropped as he finally realized this Hugenine was reading his
very thoughts.

"How do you do that?" Surge asked in utter amazement.  "How do you know what
I am thinking.  How do you read my mind?"

"It is not technically mind reading, as you call it," Phaltron explained.
"My people have developed a high degree of sensitivity to the feelings and
auras of other beings.  It does not mean we actually read their minds.  But,
we can easily read the unspoken signs in verbal tones, physical motions, and
eye contact.  Add to that our ability to feel the emotions emanating from
another being's aura and we can readily ascertain the core ideas and the
emotions of any unspoken thoughts or veiled moods."

"Well, that is amazing, Phaltron," Surge responded and thought of what a
great talent this could be.

"Yes, it is a wonderful gift, but we do not misuse it on Desirada," he
added.   "In fact, we have also developed and cultivated an herb that
counters these effects and can virtually mask our thoughts and feelings from
another's sensory perception.  After all, it can be difficult to proceed
through one's life with everyone being able to see into your private
thoughts and secret desires."

"Why don't we get back to the desire at hand," Surge interjected.

"That is an acceptable notion," Phaltron said.

He then approached Surge.  As he wrapped his arms around the smaller
Phancerian, drawing them together, Surge quickly melted into that strong
embrace.  He placed his hand beneath Surge's chin as their eyes met in a
knowing gaze.  Phaltron then leaned forward, his warm lips brushing against
Surge's lips.  Surge had several lovers and a variety of sexual dalliances
with men of his world, but this was far and away something much more
enticing.  His lips parted and Phaltron's tongue darted in, exploring
Surge's eager, wet mouth.  The Phancerian wrapped his arms around the
Hugenine's hard body and pulled himself in tighter.  This heated embrace
drove Surge's mind and body to new heights of passion.  As tongues and hands
explored, they both wildly, desperately desired more.  Phaltron slid his
hands down Surge's back, causing waves of excitement.  He cupped Surge's ass
cheeks and began to knead and massage them.  He then pushed his crotch
forward and ground himself into the smaller man before him.

Their loins were reacting to this instant, explosive passion.  Surge could
feel his cock twitch and begin to react as their crotches ground together.
He slipped a hand between them and rubbed the front of Phaltron's ample
crotch, finding that what appeared to be a leather fabric, was actually a
soft, thin covering.  He could clearly feel a thick cock shaft through that
material, even the protruding ridge beneath its bulbous crown.  Phaltron
groaned as Surge squeezed his huge cock through that thin material.

"We need to disrobe," Phaltron said as he finally broke that heated embrace.
  "I need your body.  I want to please you as you please me."

"Yes, that is an acceptable notion," Surge smiled back as his intended
sarcasm seemed to go unnoticed.

As Surge backed away and began to pull off his knit shirt, Phaltron pulled
out on the neckline of his chain mail suit and began to slide it down around
his body.  The fabric seemed to stretch easily.  Surge's eyes gazed
longingly as Phaltron's beautifully sculpted body was revealed.  His entire
body, except for his flowing mane of hair and those barely there eye brows,
was hairless.  As he slowly lowered the material past his hips there was
also no sign of any pubic hair.  Sure enough, when his suit passed his
crotch, there was indeed no pubic hair.  But, what was there made Surge's
mouth gape open.  There before him hung a thick, 10 or 11 inch cock of the
same golden color as the rest of Phaltron's magnificent body.  It was
crowned with a plump head of a slightly darker hue.

"Yes, it will get somewhat more immense," Phaltron answered Surge's unspoken
query.  "Especially when it is treated right," he then smiled broadly at
Surge.

"Well, let's see how big it gets," Surge added as he stepped out of his
jumpsuit and knelt down before Field Marshall Phaltron.

That huge cock hung down heavily on that tall and muscular Hugenine, who now
towered over Surge.  He reached out both hands, grasped that huge phallus
and instantly felt heat emanating into his hands as he slowly stroked
Phaltron's thick cock.  For several minutes he slowly massaged and stroked
that huge member.  Surge then leaned forward, opening his eager mouth.  As
he guided that large cock head into his mouth, Phaltron let out a low moan.

"Yes, oh yes," he sighed as Surge took him into his warm, wet mouth.

The heat he originally felt emanating into his hands was now invading his
lips, tongue, and mouth.  Surge was experienced in the art of sucking cock
and slowly began to bob his head over that monstrosity before him.  He cooed
and sighed as he felt the fullness of Phaltron's large cock growing ever
more as he gobbled him inside.

"Mmm, this is my first Hugenine cock," Surge commented as he finally pulled
away.

"And you are my first Phancerian," Phaltron said as he looked down and
watched Surge lick up and down the length of his swollen cock.  "This is
going to be quite an adventure for both of us.  But, first you must get me
ready for the other pleasures to come," he added as he reached down, grabbed
onto Surge's head and forced him to take his cock back into that luscious
mouth.

Phaltron smiled as Surge groaned, gurgled and began to bob even more
earnestly over his hardening cock.  With his hands still grasping Surge's
head, Phaltron slowly begun to buck his hips.  Knowing the pleasures that
awaited him, Phaltron began to push ever more forcefully.  Surge seemed to
be taking this action well and Phaltron knew it was time to delve even
deeper.  With a tighter hold on his head, Phaltron shoved himself forward
and drove his massive cock down Surge's throat.  He chuckled to himself at
the sight of those bloated cheeks and the gasping sound that escaped those
lips wrapped tightly around his thick cock.  But the feel of that
constricting throat squeezing tightly around him made Phaltron eager for
more.  He pulled hard on the back of Surge's head and fully forced his whole
length inside.

"Yes, yes, take it all!" Phaltron demanded as Surge winced and squirmed
before him.

Sensing Surge's need for fresh air, Phaltron pulled out, allowed Surge to
gulp in some air, then quickly forced his cock in balls deep again.   For
his part, Surge was amazed at his ability to swallow Phaltron's entire
shaft.  This was definitely the biggest cock he had ever encountered in all
his various dalliances.  Surge freely let his new companion forcefully face
fuck him.  He began to feel a small degree of pride at his ability to take
it all as that huge cock fucked his throat.  The feel of that large, hot
poker was overpowering!  Then there was also the taste of the pre cum as it
dribbled out and invaded Surge's taste buds whenever Phaltron's cock head
rubbed over his wriggling tongue.  It had a profoundly sweet tasted.  That
pre cum was nectar he readily devoured.  All the grunts and groans coming
from that muscle bound Hugenine spurred Surge on even more.  As his saliva
flowed ever more freely, it provided even more lubrication for Phaltron's
huge member to continue this wild face fuck.  Finally, Phaltron pulled away.

"It is time," he simply said as Surge looked up to see those green eyes
staring back at him with an eerie glow.  "I must now fuck your ass,"
Phaltron said with an understated hint of authority.

Surge eyed Phaltron's glistening cock as it jutted out from his crotch.  It
was now as thick as his wrist and seemed to have grown to a full 12 inches
or more.  The bulbous head flared out with a thick ridge around it.  The
piss slit was now leaking a rather copious amount of cum.  Surge stuck out
his tongue and lapped up some.  Again amazed how sweet the Hugenine's cum
tasted.

"I am willing," surge sighed.  "But, I'm not sure my ass can accommodate
such a huge cock," he added as he stared at Phaltron's glistening cock.

"Trust is all you need," Phaltron said.  "Trust me and you will soon have an
experience that you will never forget.  I will be up so deep in your ass.
When I get up in there it will be so good and so hot that you will be
begging for it," he said.  Then as he reached for his chain mail suit, he
continued, "I have some salve that will add to your enjoyment," Phaltron
added as he grabbed a small packet from a pocket of his suit.

Surge watched as Phaltron opened the packet and slowly squeezed the contents
onto his huge cock.  The gooey substance was a milky white gel like fluid
and seemed to turn to reddish brown hue as he rubbed it over his swollen
cock.  He then squeezed out a small dollop onto his fingers.

"Now it is time for your ass to feel true pleasure," Phaltron said.

Surge, his curiosity piqued, got up and turned his back to that Hugenine
stud.  As he stood there, one of Phaltron's hands quickly wormed between his
ass cheeks.  Surge felt that hand spread apart his ass cheeks and a tingle
ran up his spine when he felt a finger press up against his puckered hole.
It quickly poked inside as Surge forced his ass muscles to relax.  As that
finger began to probe inside, Surge felt a unique, strange sensation. As
Phaltron continued his ministrations and poked yet another finger into
Surge's hole, an unmistakable warmth and tingling sensation overcame Surge.
It emanated from his ass and began to spread throughout every sensory nerve
in his body.  An acute sensation of pleasure overtook Surge as he pushed his
ass back to fully envelop those probing digits.  This sensation was unlike
any he had ever felt before.

"Aaah, man, what is that stuff?" Surge asked.

"It is called Mydox," Phaltron answered as he continued to poke inside of
Surge's tiny hole.  "It was discovered on Desirada many, many years ago.  It
is made from the sap of a succulent plant found on our planet.  Mydox
provides a slight numbing sensation, but then seeps into the flesh and
creates an intense pleasure sensation.  That feeling is even more enhanced
in our erogenous zones when the flesh it comes into contact with is rubbed
by any other flesh that is also plied with Mydox.  That is why, when my cock
is inserted up this tight hole, you will feel a pleasure unlike any you have
ever known."

"Sounds intriguing," Surge said as he felt pleasure already spreading
throughout his body.

As Phaltron poked yet a third finger inside, Surge pushed his ass back to
get every ounce of pleasure he could out of this intoxicating moment.
Phaltron smiled knowing he would soon have his cock buried balls deep up
this hot hole.  When his fingers had sufficiently pried open that tiny hole
he pulled them free.  Surge suddenly felt strangely abandoned and poked his
ass back, wiggled it, and squeezed his ass muscles.  Phaltron saw that
inviting hole winking back at him and quickly guided his cock into position.
  As the head of his cock made contact he, too, felt that familiar tingle
and warmth.  Surge then felt a pang of pain as Phaltron forced his huge cock
head inside.  But, as their Mydox coated flesh made contact, Surge almost
swooned.

"Ah, yeah, that feels so goooood," he moaned.  "Yes, yes, fill my ass,
Phaltron."

The muscular Hugenine slowly pushed and shoved as he maneuvered his swollen
cock into that tight, hot ass.  The sensations were unbelievable.  The
feeling of a tight love hole gripping so sweetly around his cock was always
hot, but, with the Mydox, the sensation was ever more exponentially
pleasurable.

"Yes. Give up that ass, Phancerian," he demanded.  "Then I will fuck it
good."

As his cock was now getting even harder and more immense Phaltron forced
himself deeper up Surge's burning ass until he was finally buried balls
deep.  With a slow, languorous motion, Phaltron dug himself in deep.  His
rigid cock was now exploring every last nook and cranny of the Phancerian's
proffered ass.  Phaltron groaned as Surge's tight ass gripped him.  For
several minutes he ground himself in tightly up Surge's ass.  Then with
fully penetrating hard and deep strokes he then began to slide in and out.
As the Mydox did its work, both the Hugenine and the Phancerian were
writhing in pleasure.

"Yes, yes, fuck my ass.  Give me that big cock!" Surge cried out.  "Harder.
Harder!"

"Take my cock.  Take it up your hot ass!' Phaltron gasped back.

In minutes the strong, muscular Hugenine was banging away.  His body slammed
hard against Surge.  As his cock pumped away at that ass and his ball sac
slapped up against Surge's thighs, Phaltron was whipped up into an ass
busting frenzy.  Surge squirmed and braced himself to meet every ass
quenching thrust of that powerful, driven Hugenine.  At the height of this
hot anal assault, Phaltron grabbed roughly at Surge's hips and then leaned
backward.  Then he lifted Surge off the floor while he continued humping
away.  Surge's head nestled in the crook of Phaltron's neck and his back
rested against his massive, heaving chest.  With overpowering strength,
Phaltron proceeded to thrust while at the same time pushing and pulling on
Surge's hips.  At that point Surge gave himself up fully to the incredible
sensations he was now experiencing.  He reached back to hold onto the back
of the Hugenine's bulging neck.  His ass was being used royally by that hot
stud.  Phaltron's biceps flexed and strained as he literally used Surge's
tight ass to jerk off his blood engorged cock.

"Aaah...aaaah...aaaah," Phaltron grunted in a low growl.

Surge's body flopped up against Phaltron and his legs flailed out in mid
air.  He was in total awe as his ass, and indeed his entire body and mind,
was now putty in the hands of Field Marshall Phaltron.  As this hot,
wickedly pleasurable session continued, Surge felt his cock swell and
harden.  The Hugenine's huge member was now being forced deep into Surge's
guts.  With his hands still clinging desperately around Phaltron's thick
neck, Surge was amazed to feel his cock begin to spurt a rich load of cum up
over his stomach and chest.

"Aaaah.  Aaah, oh yes," he gasped as Phaltron continued impaling his ass
with that thick, red hot poker.

"Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  Take it.  Take it.  Take it all," Phaltron grumbled aloud
as he continued his frenzied humping and pumping.  This Phancerian ass is
sweet!"

For what seemed like an hour or more, Phaltron drilled away at Surge's hot
ass.  Surge felt the strength and power of that thick cock as it sliced in
and out at a dizzying speed.  He could feel every inch of his love hole
gripping tightly around that huge, rigid shaft.  Eventually, Surge was at
the cusp of yet another orgasm and now in true amazement of the power and
longevity of this Hugenine stud.  He gasped as yet another blast of cum
spewed from his cock.

"Damn," Surge simply groaned as he felt another load of cum splattering
against him.

"I...am...close...too," Phaltron suddenly grunted.

With amazing strength and dexterity, Surge felt Phaltron leaning back even
further.  Surge lifted his head and let it fall back onto the left side of
Phaltron's face.  In this position as he glanced to his left, Surge could
see their image in the aluminum door of one the helm's supply closets.  He
watched as Phaltron's head and shoulders came to rest against the bulkhead.
With sheer amazement, he stared at the clear image of Phaltron humping his
hips, driving his cock deep into his now burning and pleasure filled ass.
With his back almost in a horizontal position, Phaltron's strong hands held
Surge's hips tightly as he continued to pummel away.  Surge, still
maintaining his grip around the Hugenine's neck, watched as the muscles in
Phaltron's arms and legs flexed and bulged while he continued driving his
cock hard and deep.  Surge smiled as he watched his body seeming to bounce
up and down over the Hugenine's nearly prone torso.  In amazement Surge
watched as that huge cock plowed away, disappearing up his ass in quick,
desperate jabs.  The feeling was unbelievable!

"More. More. More," he heard himself whimper.

"Yes, this is hot," Phaltron said.  "It...is...time," Phaltron then gasped.

With that, the sexy Hugenine drove his hips upward, fully spearing Surge's
ass with his thick shaft of pleasure.  Surge glared at their image in the
shiny surface of that supply closet.  He saw Phaltron's ass muscles tighten
as his cock dug up deep inside of him.  Then, in a wild orgasm, Surge felt
that massive cock, now crammed up his ass, begin to twitch and spasm as it
pumped a rich load of cum into his bowels.  Phaltron's taut ass seemed to be
flexing in syncopation with the spasms Surge felt in his ass and, indeed,
throughout his entire body.  This quickly sent shivers up his spine.  In no
time, Surge was once again spurting another load of cum.  Then, seconds
later, Phaltron's whole body seemed to quake as his cock spurted out the
last of its load.

"Yes.  Yes.  Phancerian ass is the best fucking ass I've ever had," Phaltron
finally grunted as he lifted Surge off his spent cock.

While Phaltron stood upright, Surge's body slid down until he was standing
on his own two feet.  He felt drizzles of cum leak out of Phaltron's cock as
it rubbed down his back.  Surge suddenly felt a bit wobbly and leaned back
against the strong Hugenine.  Phaltron once again wrapped his strong arms
around Surge and pulled him in tight.

"So, we still have several hours, do we not?" Phaltron whispered in Surge's
ear.

Surge immediately felt a yearning in his loins.  He was certain that his ass
would be sore for days judging by the size of the Hugenine cock that had
just fucked him.  But, instead, he felt himself inextricably drawn to have
that cock once again filling him, drilling him mercilessly.  He twitched his
ass muscles as he felt that cock wormed in between his ass cheeks.

"Yes.  You know what you want, don't you my little Phancerian," Phaltron
said.

Over the next couple of hours, Phaltron pumped several more loads of his
Hugenine cum up Surge's willing ass.  By the time he was done, Surge could
feel cum drooling out of his ass.  As this fond memory flooded his mind,
Surge was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of the portal on
Raven opening.  As he looked up at the small monitor, Surge spied the dark
silhouette of a Hugenine in the now opened portal of Raven.  Tense and wary,
Surge watched as the Hugenine entered.


To be continued....