Glaring at the screen in front of him, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, crush expressed his dissatisfaction:
“Fuck you, give me something real to do..”

The hooded figure on the screen seemed disturbed by Crush's response.

“This is the most difficult task we have at the moment...granted it isn't the most exciting or especially rewarding assignment we have given you, I'm afraid its the best we have to offer on such short notice.”

The demon's expression didn't change as this was explained to him. Taking a long drag on his cigarette and blowing it into the screen, knowing the disrespect of the gesture would carry across space to his hooded annoyance, he continued to express dissatisfaction.

“If you expect me to take one of your crappy spacecraft, board some random alien princess's ship and then haul her ALLL the way across the galaxy for the amount of credits you are currently offering me, then you can go fuck yourself.”

The hooded figure visibly scowled behind the shadow of his cloak. “Well, for one thing she is a queen! And I don't believe you have seen a picture of her yet, why don't you take a gander?”
“Hey hoodlum, I know you probably haven't seen much pussy in your lifetime, but I really doubt whatever is hot to you is hot to me.”
“Don't be so sure”
About to snap back, Crush stopped himself as the image filled his screen. He leaned back in the public satellite com's cheap chair and gazed at the purple eyes of his target. Her body was outstanding but what caught his attention most was the set of horns and wings she had, and then he was distracted by her long hair, a shade of violet he had never seen before.
“Wow...look at her..”
“So I'll send a loaner shuttle over then?”
“Yeah, and a carton of cigarettes.”

.................

The loaner shuttle was slow and crampt. What else was new? He set the course for his target, whom his employers had been oh so gracious to place a tracking chip on. A comlink screen flickered to life on the central panel, his hooded employer grinned back at him.

"Those were shitty cigarettes you got me."
"Whatever, heres a videofeed our satellites hacked from your lady in waiting's ship"
Crush's mood improved as the screen flickered to show him the bridge of his target's ship. He leaned forward.
"What are you up to?"

Sitting on the bridge of her ship watching the stars roll by as she piloted her ship towards her next destination. "Hopefully someone will have the decency to help me to reclaim my kingdom." she said to the empty room, not knowing that her ship's computers had been hacked. Putting her ship on autopilot she said "I should probably take a shower. That planet isn't too far away."

Making her way off the bridge and to her cabin the hacked videofeed flickering as it followed her through the ship finally stopping as she walked into her luxurious bathroom. Stripping off what little clothing she did like to wear she turned on the hot water to her shower before she moved to stand in front of her vanity mirror, brushing some of the tangless out of her long mane of hair. After a few moments, her unseen watcher having gotten a good yet voyeuristic view of her nakedness, she stepped into the shower.

Letting the hot water wash over her body, the roaring shower filling her ears with its noise Eimelle didn't notice as alarms had started to go off as the ship's sensors had picked up the approaching craft....

The demon's eyes widened upon first seeing the massive bridge, the ship looked so..so expensive from the inside. His attention quickly turned to his target however.

"Hopefully someone will have the decency to help me to reclaim my kingdom."

A smirk spread across his face. So she wasn't just a thief, she also had plans to take back control of the kingdom she had fled? Oh how naive can you be?

"I should probably take a shower. That planet isn't too far away."

Now we're talkin.
The screen flicked to several rooms, each looked just as classy as the bridge. The bathroom was huge!
"Hoodguy, I want one of these suckers."
"Yeah right."

Crush could feel his member throb as the alien removed her skimpy outfit, her pale, plentiful breasts and shaved sex revealed in the reflection of the mirror. The demon's smirk grew with malice and lust, he was going to have a good time today, yessir.

"Almost at your destination, perv"
"Yeah yeah.."

Cycling through the video feeds, he came upon the loading bay, looking up to see the royal cruiser in the distance, he zoomed the picture in and located the loading bay.

"You want it opened?"
"You're not that bad, for a hooded twerp"
"Gee thanks"

The ship's thrusters kicked it forward, in order to catch the massive craft. He maxed out the speed, and then quickly cut the thrusters, sending the ship skidding loudly into the landing bay. Begining to slide back to the entrance of the loading bay, the door began to close after he gave his employer the word.

"FUCKING CLOSE IT!"

After the air pressure had re-steadied itself, he emerged from the vessel, left the loading bay and headed into the ship. His muscles crampt, his anxiety spiking, his intentions: very, very, bad.

The water crashing down on her body and onto the floor of the shower may have drowned out the sound of the bridge's alarms but it could not do so completely for the metal crashing against metal as the small loner ship crashed into the docking bay. Hearing it as a loud echo Eimelle turned off her shower stepping out and wrapping a towel around her dripping wet body. Her wet hair dripping down her back she walked out of the bathroom, curious and wanting to investigate the noise she didn't even think of the repurcussions as she walked down the hallways of her ship in nothing but a towel and dripping water as she went.

As she neared the docking bay she heard a door sliding open, with no where to hide nearby she turned around running back the other way and hoping the intruder wouldn't spot her.

As the door opened, the sterotypical sci-fi *whoosh* accompanied the patter of wet feet as his target ran down the hall and around a corner. Smirking, the demon cupped his hands and called:
"Oh Priiiincess! Come out and plaaaay!"
He started after her, a light jog. Keeping his eyes on the trail of water she had left behind, he couldn't help but grin at how easy it all was. She might as well just lie down and wait. If she were to be a queen, what would stop a tyrannical king from invading, fucking her senseless and taking her land?

She was totally trapped, and the demon loved every minute of it. In earnest, he wondered what kind of resistance she would try to give him. Her file had telekinetic powers underlined, he wondered if she would show him her skills in diplomacy, or her skills that the late king had surely enjoyed most.

I do this for the good of the people.
Turning the corner, he looked to the ground for an idea of where she went.
Naah, for the good of myself.

Running down the hallway away from the intruder she stopped and opened the door to a storeroom hearing his call of "Oh Priiiincess! Come out and plaaaay!" echo down the hallway. Running into the cramped storeroom she made her way through the maze of boxes finding herself trapped in a corner as she made her way through, hearing the intruder entering the storeroom now.

Around the corner, he just managed to catch the *Woosh* of a door closing. Stepping in, he could hear the heavy, panicked breathing of his target coming from a corner. Looking around, he saw nothing but piles and piles of boxes and supplies.

He paused for a moment, considering his options before beginning a rapid shuffling through the boxes. Tech parts, batteries, snack food.. "Aha!"

Pulling out a white box (labeled 'survival kit', oh the irony), he opened it and withdrew a respectable length of rope. Stepping heavily towards her, he could sense her fear as she came into view, trapped in the corner. Manipulating the rope in his hands, he couldn't help but grin. His head whirled with the intoxicating joy of sexual predation. Images of what he was going to do with this wet, terrified alien queen rose to the direct front of his attention, perhaps a bit prematurely. His cock pulsed with thick, black blood, growing and standing at erect attention as the thoughts rushed through his mind.

"Jigs up, princess."

"W-Who are you?" she asked him, completely terrified, as he came into her field of vision twirling a coil of rope with an evil expression on his face. As he looked at her cowering in the corner she could see his cock had risen to erect attention. She was caught and she knew it, even with her powers she could not escape fast enough to outrun her extremely large captor.

Trying to regain some semblance of pride she stood up, fearing what he had planned for her but knowing that resistance would only make the situation so much worse.

Approaching the violet queen, he firmly grasped her arms and spun her to face the metal wall. His touch was like fire, a natural body heat far above that of any human apparent. He ripped the towel off with vigor, pushing her up against the wall. Roughly binding her hands behind her back, he responded to her stuttered question.

"I'm your captor, and you, princess, are in alot of trouble."
His hands went to her waist and ran up her freshly washed skin, forward to her breasts.
"You're going to take me to the bridge, and if you try anything I'll gladly take you back to your people in several pieces."
His mouth went to the back of her neck, his sharp teeth grazing the skin as he worked over her plentiful breasts. His cock rubbed restlessly against her ass. Letting go of her breasts, he grasped the hanging length of rope that bound her hands and gave it a firm tug, holding it like a leash. He turned her towards the door and pushed her forward.
"Get moving, your people await your appearence...and your performance"
He stated the last three words with a lower, darker tone.

As the towel was ripped away from her and she was pushed against the wall, her breasts mashing against the cold metal, and her hands were bound behind her back she listened as he explained that he was her captor. Soon she felt his hands on her waist quickly traveling up her body to work with her sensitive breasts. Under the being's fiery touch her nipples hardened quickly as he played with her luscious mounds and she felt the rock hard member rubbing against her round ass before he pulled away.

Stumbling slightly as she was pushed towards the door she started to walk, not wanting to anger the being holding the end of the rope that he seemed to be using as a leash. "Performance?..." she asked him, fear evident in her voice at the darker tone those last words held.

"Did I say you could talk?!"

He tensed his arm to hit her, but checked the motion before it began. Taking a breath, he decided he should let her know what was up.

"Your people aren't very happy with you, all those jewels you took, this expensive ship? You're a thief to them, you cut and ran when they denied you as a leader."

They left the room, making thier way through the regal corridors to the bridge. Crush didn't pay much attention to this, he was busy taking a long look at his captive's swaying ass.

"I'm getting paid by a member of the king's former council, indirectly of course, but perhaps you will recognize them."

They entered the bridge, lights and sounds of all types greeting them. Letting the rope drop to the floor, he walked to the ship's main controls. Seeing the autopilot on, he calmly turned it off and shut the engines. Manipulating the controls, the ships com-screen slowly dropped down from the ceiling. The screen was lit up with a bright blue, with yellow lettering No signal...

"Get the fuck over here."
She approached.
"Get on your knees and suck my dick, I have a real headache from this space travel shit."
After her lips were firmly around his throbbing member, he punched in several numbers on a keypad and connected to his employer.
"Done already?"
His employer's eyes widened from behind the shade of his hood as they came to rest on the incarcerated queen's bobbing head.
"Not nearly done, but I'd like to talk to whoever is paying me."

"Uhm, yeah sure"
The hooded figures pupils had never left the queen, but the hooded figure soon had disappeared in a rush of static, replaced within seconds by the silhouette of a much more sinister character.

Her head bobbing back and forth as she worked the throbbing member inside her mouth, following his command quickly in order to keep him from growing angry as she thought about what he had just told her. A hand reaching to the part of his length that didn't fit into her mouth she teased it, pulling it forward as her mouth moved down its length, as she absently listened to the conversation. Hearing that her captor was trying to get the one who put her in this situation on the line she listened carefully, continuing to please her captor's rock hard member but also trying to hear the voice of the council member.

As he watched her struggle to free her hands, he untied her to let her better please him. One of his hands came to rest on her damp violet hair as the screen flickered to life.

Piercing orange eyes were the first thing to come into focus, followed by a sneering, Horanian face, a female. Her brows furrowed with skepticism.

"Show me her face, don't try to pull a fast one on me."

The demon rolled his eyes and pulled Eimelle's head back, grasping one of her horns and twisting her to face the screen. He flinched slightly at the shock of the cold air.

"Ahh yes, Queen Eimelle. I knew you were a slut but I never thought I would catch you with a cock down your throat, especially one outside of our species!"

The woman on the screen tisked, she was Klare Bakon, the head military advisor of Kokon Horay. Her pale green skin matched the color of her decorated uniform, medals and stars and stripes everywhere. Her forest green hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her wings tucked out of view. She leaned back in her chair, thoughtfully going over the situation.

Crush pulled the queen's head back to his cock, getting weary of her beratement of his captive. If anyone was to berate her, it was him.

"Yeah yeah, ha-ha what a slut. Now I've got a bit of a proposition for you, Ms.."
"Klare"
"Yeah, I'm currently on a very nice, expensive, ship. Which is also apparently holding quite a fortune in jewels. I've got a beautiful alien queen on her knees, doing whatever I wish of her."
He smirked as he looked to Eimelle, pulling her head up by her hair so she could get a good look at him.
"Isn't that right?"
He looked back up at the screen.
"Now I can't see why I would ever consider giving up all of this, for the measly amount of credits you have offered me. I would rather take the ship, jewels, and little whore home with me."

"I'm prepared to offer you much, much more than previously mentioned, in fact, I had a bit of a favor to ask you.."
"Shoot"
"Defile her, and record every moment of it, completely humilate her to the point of tears, send the video to me and I will make sure that every legally aged member of the kingdom sees it. Anyone still willing to follow her rule will change thier minds upon seeing how weak thier so called 'queen' is."
"And after that?"
"You will get your payment, tenfold, and I will take my place as the rightful dictator of Kokon Horay!"

The Horanian laughed, her sterotypical bad guy laugh. Crush rolled his eyes again.
"Well whatever floats your boat, I was planning on fucking her anyways.."
His grip on the back of Eimelle's head tightened, pushing her head further down his length as he switched the screen to the camera of the bridge. The images of Eimelle on her knees were crystal clear.
perfect..

Hearing the familiar voice soon coming over the com, Eimelle knew who it was right away, that screechy voice could only belong to that bitch Klare Bakon. The pain of being pulled away from the cock by her horns hidden as she stared into that sneering face once she was forced to look at the screen. Risking the wrath of her captor, she yelled "Says the bitch who got turned down by the King before he met me."

Being pulled back to the waiting cock, still throbbing and rock hard, Eimelle returned her attention to it her efforts increased as she tried to make up for the outburst. Listening to the conversation as she did so to keep track of what was to be her fate. As the conversation dragged on she heard the bitch ask her captor to defile her and video tape it. "She's going to show this tape to everybody? That will destroy my efforts to take the kingdom back." she thought sadly before deciding to not give up yet and hope to bargain with her captor before he sent the tape over.

The demon scowled at her insolence, but her energetic sucking and the firm grasp of her dainty hand softened his anger. Her mouth was hot, he let out a low sigh as her soft tongue swirled around the head of his cock, and he shuddered as he felt the gentle scrape of her canines. His hands went to her horns, grasping them as he bucked his hips towards her.


"Masturbate while you pleasure me, get your pussy wet for later."

Crush's words were short and threatening, his temper was short, especially with the taste of shitty cigarettes on his tongue. His crimson eyes rested on her face, watching her pump him into her mouth. Heat surged into his lower abdomen, the girl elicited a small squeak and the heat surged faster. He stepped closer, his legs pressing against her slowly rising and falling chest.

"You like sucking that dick, don't you princess?"

He pulled her head up, so she was looking to his face.

"You want me to cum on your face, your highness?