come to me in a minute.'
Tomar lowered his glass, resting it on a hairy thigh. 'Alien-that's the word that fits you, Baron Ponkert-fits you like a glove!'
Ponkert's eyes met those of the king. 'That's it! You described Cynda's ass as fitting like a surgeon's glove! Where on Keller are there surgeons that wear gloves! I bet you can't find one that washes his hands yet-let alone wears antiseptic gloves!'
'Perhaps not on Keller,' Tomar answered, 'but on Earth, the same place you learned of surgeon's gloves!'
Ponkert's eyes widened, but he made no comment.
'I'm as much an Earthman as you are. And I'll wager we arrived on Keller via the same means. The difference only lies in the twenty-five years I've had to adapt to this world and come to love it,' Tomar said.
Ponkert searched his brain for any memories he had of missing rockets, but drew a blank.
'The name's Thomas Martin. Simple to shorten it to Tomar. My ship was The Wild Hare. The crash killed all the crew except me. I don't know how, but I thank the gods of Ulfblom for my life,' the ruler explained.
Without further urging, Tom Martin, or Tomar as he requested to be called, also answered Ponkert's other questions. It seemed Cleve, the Prince of Hort, was actually the son of Hort's previous ruler. A ruler who had fallen under Tomar's challenging sword.
'For some reason, I always felt responsible for the boy's life and tried to raise him as my son,' he said, sipping at the wine. 'There was never any love lost between us. And lately the youth had been plotting my overthrow. The wolves simply did a task I would have had to do, if I were to remain king.'
Tomar also explained that there had been a queen, Elf's mother, who had died in childbirth.
'You saved my Elfgwynne, Ponkert, or whatever your name happens to be,' the king said. 'My daughter is more precious to me than this whole planet-which is why I celebrate. I owe you a lot. Now tell me about yourself.'
Ponkert briefly recounted the various adventures that had befallen him since the emergency landing on Keller. He also explained his search for the missing Jan.
'I will only be too glad to see that you are outfitted properly for your journey,' Tomar said. 'But my wisest advice would be for you to adapt as I did. I call upon the local gods. I also abide by the local customs-which brings me to a very important matter.'
Ponkert glanced at the stern face that stared at him.
'Elfgwynne has told me you have refused to accept her pledge of service to you. Local customs dictate that you take her wherever you go. She is yours. Don't get me wrong; she's my only daughter and I have no want to see her go. But she is of age and it is her right!'
'And if I still refuse to accept her offer?' Ponkert questioned.
'Hopefully you won't. To refuse is the highest insult,' the king answered. 'For me to retain even a semblance of dignity, I would have to challenge you to a duel. This I would highly advise against. Because, you see, I've had twenty-five years of experience with handling the various blades of this planet, which you haven't. Despite my age, I suspect I'm both stronger and faster than you.'
Smug in his knowledge of karate, though he would loath having to use it on his host, Ponkert replied, 'That might be true, but perhaps you are underestimating me.'
'That I might be doing,' Tomar laughed. 'If that were the case, I guess I'd have to put some of my old Earth learning to use. I was awarded my sandan before my last flight from Earth. I've been diligent about practising, too-a great asset on Keller.'
Sandan. Ponkert gulped rather hard at the sound of the word. A third degree black belt in Karate! He only held a shodan, the first degree black belt. Tomar seemed to have tipped the scales very nicely, all in his favour.
'You leave me with little choice, friend Tomar,' Ponkert grinned at the muscular king sheepishly. 'But if you don't mind, I'd rather wait until tomorrow to make my decision.'
'Fine!' Tomar nodded, draining his glass. 'Now we have two other lovely ladies on tap that shouldn't be neglected.'
Answering the echoing summons of Tomar's resounding hands, Leda and Mara moved the curtains aside and stepped into the room of white satin.
Placing his wine aside, Ponkert let his eyes travel over the equally inviting curves of the two pleasure girls.
'Ponkert,' the Hortian ruler spoke, glancing at his companion out of the side of his eyes. 'I had first choice last time. Now it is your turn!'
Nodding appreciatively, Ponkert's gaze returned to the two beauties awaiting his decision. While the auburn- haired, bosomy Leda had her obvious attributes, the sultry Mara, posed seductively in her costume of an odalisque beckoned to him with unspoken words.
'It's a hard choice, my friend,' Ponkert commented, 'but since I must choose-I'll take Mara!'
Tomar's laughter boomed as his arms signalled the tremendous titted Leda to him, 'A wise choice, my young baron. Mara is an expert in the two thousand and seven positions of the Antis Atla. While I seriously doubt that any man and woman could achieve the acrobatics described in the sacred book of love, Mara will make you think that all are possible!'
A somewhat lewd smile twisted the Earthman's lips as he watched the small Mara approach. The girl's walk, was one of a hunting tigress fully intent on seeking out and capturing her prey. There was no doubt that her prey was one Chadwick Ponkert the Third!
Every muscle in the girl's supple body seemed to ripple, announcing that they were trained-trained to please- trained to please a man! Ponkert's groin stirred with lust as his eyes probed beneath the thin diaphanous cloth that veiled her body.
Then she was before him, her naturally red lips and black eyes alive with a smile that spelled out sexuality. Without a single word, her hands stretched behind her back, pushing away the waist length strands of raven black, shining hair and finding the clasp to the halter, hiding her breasts.
The girl twisted her shoulders slightly to help the fabric fall free.
Smiling, she paused in her disrobing for a few seconds to allow the man seated at her feet to get a full view of her breasts. Which is exactly what Ponkert did. Unlike Jocelyn or Leda, his newest sex companion was not over-endowed with mammary equipment. This girl's tits were more in line with the size of apples-large, swollen- looking apples that promised to be firm and sweet. Two quiescent, deep brown, fleshy mushrooms slept innocently atop the proud balls, waiting to be aroused by the hands of a man. His hands!
Her dark eyes glinting from beneath their slightly slanted lids and long curving eyelashes, the small woman glided her palms slowly down her sides and rubbed them over her thighs. Her fingers then found the tops of her purple mesh-like briefs and slid them down. With no difficulty, the girl slipped from the briefs and the attached lavender see-through bloomers. She stood completely naked, except for a jewelled anklet that circled just above a small right foot.
Smiling down at the obviously interested Earthman, letting her eyes drop to briefly examine the jutting cock at his crotch, the girl said,
'Tomar, my king, was wrong. All positions described in the Antis Atla can be achieved. However, there are those far more pleasurable than others!'
I am new to your land and know little of Hortian volumes of carnal delights,' he answered.
The black-haired girl's smile grew larger, 'While it is sad that you are not acquainted with the holy book of love, it will give me great pleasure to show you the various positions… That is, if your stay in Hort will allow the time needed?'
'The offer is quite tempting, my little imp. But I'm afraid it would take years to explore the avenues you are offering,' he smiled, reaching for the girl and gently pulling her before him on the white pillows.
'For the time being, I will be satisfied with a sampling… at your own choice.'
'I will do my best to please,' she replied, letting her fingertips dance over his thighs and finally teasingly trace the length of his erect prick. 'Does the 'Seat of Love' sound acceptable to milord baron?'
'Very much so,' he mused, allowing his own fingers to gently brush over the dark haloes of her small, but definitely interesting breasts. Hoping he had not just stepped into some attempt at a god-awful-impossible- pretzeled-rear-no-entry position, he continued.
'What would you like me to do?'
