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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. 


"Metazod Diplomacy"
By Shon Richards

Ambassador Feanna Froi willed herself to be calm.  She was a
third generation diplomat from the planet of Metazod.  She was
here to represent the interests of her planet in their decade
long war against the hated planet of Gorth.  The fate of two
worlds will depend on how well Feanna negotiates with Queen
Erishella and her massive army.  As important as this task was,
Feanna couldn't stop from fidgeting with stress.  

The fact that the ambassador from Gorth was here was not what was
making Feanna nervous.  It was the ridiculous sexy dress that
Feanna was wearing.  Her advisors told her that Queen Erishella
was a rather decadent Queen who only respect equal amounts of
hedonism.  To convey this, Feanna was wearing a tight green dress
that clung to her curve of her body.  Her cleavage plunged to
indecent levels until the pink of her nipples were visible.  She
wore four inch heels that pushed her ass out at an obscene level.
 Her long curly red hair was held back by a silver headband that
was the fashion among pleasure slaves. 

It diodn't help that the blonde hussy from Gorth, Ambassador
Loriel Baj, was dressed in a near identical outfit except it was
blue.  Obviously their advisors drew from the same resources.

Queen Erishella entered the room and both ambassadors bowed. 
Feanna noted with annoyance that Loriel was able to bow deeper in
these ridiculous heels. 

If Feanna felt she was dressed like a whore, then Queen Erishella
was dressed like a whore madam.  The tall Queen was dressed in a
black fur robe was opened to expose every bit of her firm body. 
Red lace trimmed with diamonds covered her breasts but did
nothing to cover them.  The black bush of her hair was the same
dark color of her fur coat.    A golden crown framed her face and
pushed her long black hair away from her face.  Feanna noted that
the diamond heels Queen Erishella wore were at least eight inches
in height.  

"Let me present the situation as I see it," Queen Erishella said.
 The two ambassadors nodded in agreement.

"Gorth and Metazod have been at war for ten years," Queen
Erishella said.  "Both sides are exhausted and neither side is
willing to call a cease-fire.  Both sides wish for the conquest
of the other, but they lack the resources.  Both planets have
sent their best diplomats to appeal to me to send them aid.

Lucky for both of you, I am engaged in a war with Gem Moons and I
no interest in conquering both your planets at the moment.  Quite
frankly, you lack the resources and planetary treasures to make
it worth my while to conquer you."

Queen Erishella stopped speaking and Feanna knew better than to
speak up.  The Queen wanted them to know how weak they both were.
 Feanna understood intimidation.

"My Queen," Loriel said.  "While it is true that we are currently
poor, the gratitude of the people of Gorth will be yours forever.
 Aid us and we will always be loyal friends in the future."

Queen Erishella frowned.  Feanna resisted smiling.  Good, let the
Queen get pissed at the other one.

"Friendship can not be measured, taxed or displayed," Queen
Erishella said.  "There is something both your worlds can provide
me though."

Queen Erishella clapped her hands.  Into the conference room came
a dozen men in uniform.  Six stood beside Feanna while the other
six flanked Loriel.  Feanna was surrounded but she pushed away
her fear.  She noted that each carried the rank of Captain in
Erishella's Space Navy.  She doubted she would be executed by
such high ranking officers.    

"I have a new battle squad of Conqueror class Warships," Queen
Erishella said.  "They are untested in battle and I do not wish
to send them to the Gem Moons without being blooded first.  Would
twelve Warships end your war?"

"Yes, Queen Erishella," Feanna said.  "It would be more than
enough."

Loriel agreed.  "Planet bombardments, tidal disruptors and the
cloud consumers alone could decide this war."

"Excellent," Queen Erishella said.  "I will send my new Captains
to aid one of your planets."

Feanna didn't say anything.  She had a feeling the other
ambassador would be stupid enough to ask first.

"Name your price," Loriel said.  "Name it and Gorth will pay
it."

Queen Erishella looked at Feanna.  "Do you have a counter bid?"

"I am sure that a Queen as wise as yourself has already
determined the price and conditions of your aid," Feanna said. 
"I will not insult your regal power with offers of bribes.  You
already know that Metazod will agree to whatever you decide."

Queen Erishella smiled.  "In fact, I have already decided the
conditions.  Ambassadors bore me.  They always come with pretty
words and offers of the blood and treasure of their worlds.  I
feel that at the end of the day, the ambassador rarely sacrifices
anything themselves."

Loriel stepped forward and dropped to her knees.  "I shall do
anything for my world."

"We shall see," Queen Erishella said.  "Captains, present
cocks!"

All twelve of the Warship Captains unzipped their pants and took
out their cocks.  Feanna noted they were already hard.  

"The terms are simple," Queen Erishella said.  A chair was
brought to her by servants and she sat down in it.  Her fur robe
was flagrantly open to reveal her body.

"First one to bring six of my Captains to climax will have my
aid.  Choose your method but my men will do nothing to aid you."

"You can't be serious!" Loriel said.

Ambassador Feanna Froi did not wait for a response.  She was a
third generation diplomat.  She had won the Medal of Glory for
negotiating the treaty of the Viper Nebula.  She was a woman who
knew the whims and vengeance of leaders.  This was no joke.

Feanna turned to the Captains behind her and grabbed his cock. 
She stroked his long member and watched his face.  The Captain
tried to be impassive, but when Feanna tightened her grip to a
near painful level, he smiled and groaned.  

A good diplomat knew how to read a person.

 "I suggest you get started, Ambassador," Queen Erishella said to
Loriel.  "Let us see if your mouth is as good at sucking cocks as
it is at kissing my ass."

Loriel looked down on the cocks before her in distaste.  She
grabbed one briefly before letting go of it.

Feanna took that as inspiration to grab a cock with her other
hand.   She tried the harder grip on the second Captain and he
throbbed in her hand.  These Euphorians liked it rough.

As Feanna stroked the two Captains, she watched Loriel struggle
with her task.  The ambassador from Gorth was only using two
fingers and not accomplishing much.  

A real diplomat uses the whole fist.

"Glory to the Queen!" the first Captain yelled.  Feanna looked
down as a spurt of seed erupted from the Captain's cock and onto
her fine green dress.  She had a feeling it would not be the
first stain she would pick up on this mission.

"Congratulations," Queen Erishella said.  The wicked Queen was
blatantly stroking herself.  "I can see that Gorth might become
an extinct society at this rate."

Feanna bowed her head in acknowledgement.  Her right hand was
covered in seed but she moved it to the third Captain.  She
looked at the second Captain and saw that he was breathing hard.
She realized he would need something more direct.  He would need
something suited to the Euphorian mentality.  

"This is so humiliating," Feanna whispered to him.  "I have never
been debased like this before in my thirty years of service as a
diplomat."  It helped that Feanna wasn't lying.

"Glory to the Queen!" the second Captain yelled.  Feanna's
pitiful admission had sent him over the edge.  He rewarded her
with another shower of seed onto her dress.

"Glory to the Queen!" Feanna heard behind her.  She looked behind
her to see that strumpet from Gorth was on her knees and had
taken one of her Captains into her mouth.  Loriel was already
crawling to the second Captain with her mouth open.

Feanna sighed.  She would have to escalate as well.  Still
jerking the cock of the third Captain, she squatted down.  The
dress clung even tighter to her body.  It was difficult to
balance on the heels but posture had never been a problem for
Feanna.  She took the Captain's cock into her mouth and sucked.

His cock tasted of sweat and leather.  She ignored the taste and
sucked him as if he was a prize delicacy.  She danced her tongue
along his veins as if he was rare ice cream from the Frost Rings
of Kelther.  She caved in her cheeks around his length as if he
was a Pandoran sausage.  She devoured him.

"Glory to the Queen!" the Captain yelled before filling Feanna's
mouth with seed.

Feanna swallowed.  It seemed the proper thing to do.

"Glory to the Queen!" a voice cried out behind Feanna.  That was
followed by a second cry from a different voice!

Feanna turned around.  Loriel was sucking one Captain while
jerking off another.  She had already caught up to Feanna's
accomplishments.

"Give the ambassadors credit," Queen Erishella said.  She was
using both hands to massage her sex.  "They are fast learners."

Feanna realized she had to learn faster.  She stood up and pulled
the dress off her body.  The last three Captains leered at her. 
Good, let them look and be aroused.

"You stand here," Feanna commanded.  "As for you, you shall enter
me from behind."

"They will not fuck," Queen Erishella said.  "They will only
stand there and present their cocks.  You must provide the
motion, Ambassador."

Feanna had expected no less.  Queenh Erishella was truly making
them work for it.  

She backed up against one of the Captains and bent over.  Behind
her she reached for the cock and guided it in.  The girth gave
her a little trouble, but she was able to slide all of him in.

Still bent over, Feanna reached for the other Captain's cock. 
Into her lips it went, and Feanna clamped her lips tightly down.
She choked on his cock, and judging from the way he was groaning,
it was a fortuitous accident.

Impaled on both ends, Feanna sucked and pumped.  Her pussy
bounced on the cock inside her while her tongue did every trick
she could think of.  The Captains refused to move and Feanna
found that balancing herself on the heels to be a challenge.  On
the other hand, her lack of stability keeps her sex and mouth
moving perhaps more than she was capable of.  Her sex tightened
down with every shift of her weight, while her throat would choke
as her body slammed her head down on the cock.

"Glory to the Queen!" Feanna heard.  She couldn't look to see
what Loriel was doing.  It didn't matter.  Feanna just had two
concerns right now; the cock in her cunt and the cock in her
mouth.  The ambassador threw her body into her work.  She ground
her hips backwards.  She abused her mouth with more savage
sucking.

"Glory to the Queen!" both Captains yelled at once.  A fountain
of seed filled her cunt while another fountain filled her throat.
 Feanna choked but kept swallowing.  

When she dismounted from the two cocks, she saw Loriel vigorously
sucking one Captain while stroking off two others.  Damn that
Gorthian ambidexterity!   

There was only one Captain left.  Feanna pushed him the ground
with a martial sweep of her leg.  As soon as he hit the floor,
Feanna was on top of him.  She pushed him cock into her as she
straddled him.

Feanna humped him with all of her dedication to the art of
diplomacy.  She grabbed both of his gloved hands and pressed them
to her breasts.  She ripped out the silver band that held her
hair and shook her red curls out.  Her hips swiveled as she
mimicked a hundred different social dances she had learned over
her lifetime.

Queen Erishella was watching.  The wanton Queen had both legs
spread wide and was passionately stroking herself.  She was
writhing against her fur robe as she watched Feanna.  

Feanna was surprised by how proud she felt that Queen Erishella
was watching her.

"Glory to the Queen!" the Captain beneath her yelled.  Feanna
could feel the sudden rush of yet more seed inside her.  She
could imagine the squadron of Warships as they destroyed Gorth
and freed Metazod from this terrible war.  Feanna also felt a
powerful surge inside her as she saw Queen Erishella climax.

"Glory to the Queen!" Feanna cried.     

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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