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Subject: {ASSM} Curve of Her Breastplate (M/F, Queen, Scifi)
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Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2011 20:10:11 -0400
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"Curve of Her Breastplate"
By Shon Richards
 
"You realize these have not been used in over one hundred years,"
Pimin Tal said.  The older man winced at the lecturing tone of
his voice. As the Master of Armor, he was used to giving orders
and instructing his novices.  He had spent the last four years
teaching his adepts how to maintain the exquisite custom armor of
King Zarn.  The old King had lost interest in being on the front
lines of war and Pimin took that lack of interest as the start of
his semi retirement.

"I know that," Queen Erishella said.  "That is why I must wear
it."

Pimin nodded in obedience.  The Queen stood before him in the
nude.  They were alone in the Royal Armory chamber, the secrets
of the Queen's armament was too much of a state secret to even
allow for slaves to attend her.  Pimin was having a hard time not
staring at the Queen's impressive breasts or the long black hair
that she braided in coils around her shoulders.  He was an old
man, but even he felt the stirrings of desire in his pants when
he looked at her.

"I just want you to know that this is new territory for me,"
Pimin said.  "Your father, King Zarn and your grandfather, King
Fong, never had a need for this kind of armor.  When you
requested it, I wasn't even sure if it really existed."

The Queen played with one of her braids.  "Of course it existed.
There is a giant mural of great-grandmother, Queen Jahoris, in
the mail hall.  She's wearing the armor as the planet of Corta
burns.  By the Skull Throne, there's a picture of her wearing it
on the one thousand credit bill!"

"Well, just because we have pictures of it, doesn't mean it
exists," Pimin said.  His lecturing tone had come back.  "These
images are often apocryphal.  Why, King Fong once required a
codpiece that was far larger than his anatomy required. For that
matter, Kin-"

Pimin's words died in his throat.  The Queen taken a step forward
and her breasts were inches from his face.  As distracting as
they were, it was her fingernails gripping his throat that had
his attention.

"But you found them," she said.  "And now you will put them on
me.  If I am going to keep my army inspired and my enemies
shitting themselves, I need to invoke the past glory of the Skull
Throne.  Since I will not be wearing Father's codpiece, that
means I will need great-grandmother's armor.  Put it on me,
now!"

She released his chin and Pimin bowed his head.  "Yes, your
Majesty."

He reached into the box.  He took out a jar and strange crystal
wand.  He opened the jar and looked at the Queen.  Pimin felt the
urge to explain, but he didn't trust himself to not lecture her.

"Where is the armor?" Queen Erishella demanded.

"Uh, it's here," Pimin said.  "Please understand that there are
no instructions.  All that is in the box is this jar and this
wand.  The jar appears to contain a gold colored liquid.  I have
a theory, but I will not know till I test it."

The Queen stared at him.  Her royal head barely nodded.  "Test
your theory."

Pimin passed the wand over the top of the jar.  The gold liquid
rose out of the jar is if it was being pulled.  It wrapped itself
around the tip of the wand, leaving a glittery trail back to the
jar.  Pimin bright to wand to the Queen's skin and pressed it to
the curve of her breast.  The gold liquid slid onto her flesh,
spreading like water over her breast but not a single drop fell
from her globe.

The Queen hissed.  "It feels strange," she said in a whisper.

The Master of Armor froze.  He pictured a rather graphic death at
the hands of the Queen's Whips.  "How so?" he asked.

"A tingling," Queen Erishella said.  "Like a dozen tongues
licking at my flesh."

"Interesting," Pimin said.  "I imagine it is a side effect of the
armor anchoring to your skin. The molecular adhesion could be
playing havoc with your sensation receptors."

The Queen snapped her fingers.  "Less lecturing, and more
application."

Pimin nodded in obedience.  He passed the wand over the rest of
her breast.  The mysterious liquid was like paint but it was
immune to effects of gravity.  It only went where Pimin directed
the wand.  To imitate the style of the murals of Queen Jahoris,
Pimin had to trace the great swell of Erishella's breast.  His
wand moved over every expansive inch; trailing gold metal in its
wake.    

He hesitated when it came to her nipple.  Pimin was glad his
theory was working, but the Queen was groaning nonstop as he
worked.  It just felt impertinent to touch the royal nipple.

"Do it," Erishella growled.  Her eyes glared royal anger but also
something else.  There was desire in her eyes.

He moved the wand over her nipple.  As the gold metal covered her
erect nub, the Queen trembled and a lusty moan escaped her lips.
Pimin looked in wonder as her breast jiggled and the metal shell
jiggled with it.  It was becoming a second skin.  

"The other breast," Queen Erishella moaned.  "Do it now!"

There was no arguing with the Queen's tone.  Pimin turned to her
other breast and began applying the armor there.  This time he
tried a little bit of artistry, attempting a half cup design that
more closely resembled the murals.  The liquid metal obeyed
perfectly.  Thoughts of designs came to mind and Pimin realized
with a little practice, he could wind a snake of armor around her
body, or perhaps a great bird stretching its wings across the
Queen's breasts.  Future generations would marvel and wonder at
Pimin's skill when they see the murals that will be made of Queen
Erishella.

Pimin's dreams of grandeur were interrupted by the moans and
shivers of the Queen.  She clenched and unclenched her fists as
Pimin moved his wand.  He worried that the Queen would have him
executed for being the instrument of such obviously decadent
sensations.  He worried more that she might have him executed for
not doing it right.

"There," Pimin said when the breasts were covered in gold armor.
"We have enough to test the effectiveness of the armor.  The
legends say Queen Jadoris could survive a direct laser rifle shot
with this armor, but I suggest we just try a knife's edge."

Queen Erishella glared at him.  "You are not remotely finished."
She pointed at the black bush that covered her majestic sex.  
"Apply it there.  Now!"

Pimin knew better than to argue.  His years of experience in
creating battle armor had not prepared him for a moment like
this.  He also wasn't sure what the armor would do with the pubic
hair.  What would be the Queen's rage if he inadvertently gave
her a bikini wax?

The gold flowed over her hair and gently pressed it down.  The
Queen's hands gripped Pimin's shoulders like a vise as she shook.
 He didn't hesitate.  He kept applying the exotic armor to her
sex, covering the lips as well as the delicate clit of her sex
with firm even strokes.  He wasn't sure if it was a trick of the
light, but he could swear the gold was sparkling as it adhered to
her most intimate regions.  

"Keep . . .going . . ." Queen Erishella said.  Her breathing was
ragged and Pimin noticed with professional interest that the
armor on her breasts were moving naturally with her breathing.  

Since he was essentially done covering her sex, but still ordered
to proceed, Pimin allowed himself creative license.  He directed
the gold to flow in a pattern that resembled the Skull Throne in
shape.  While the Queen moaned and trembled, Pimin passed the
wand over her sex as he sought perfection.  

"Yes!" the Queen shouted.  Pimin knew her cry was not out of
appreciation for his realistic rendering.  

"You may stop know," she said.  Pimin obeyed.  

She produced a deadly stiletto out her hair that Pimin had no
idea was there.  Before he could stop her, she slammed the
pointed blade into her breast with startling force.  When the
blade shattered on the gold metal, Pimin almost pissed himself in
relief.

"Very good," Queen Erishella said.  "How does it come off?"

Pimin activated the second button on the wand.  He pressed it
against her breast and the metal leapt off her skin and onto the
wand.  Pimin was relieved to see no irritation or side effects on
her flesh.  

"Hmm," the Queen said.  "I guess this means you will have to
apply the armor personally when I choose to wear it."

 Pimin swallowed.  "True, your majesty."   It was one thing to be
personally responsible for a King or Queen's personal armor and
protection.  It was another thing to be personally responsible
for touching the intimate parts of a Queen when she needed to go
to war.

The Master of Armor smiled.  If the job had always been like
this, he would have never thought of retiring.     

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/

  

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