HE-MAN

He-Man

by

Dr. G. Ray Cadastre

He-Man was a handsome young man, and the greatest warrior of the Eternian Royal Guard. Long dusty blonde hair fell to his shoulders, his eyes were azure, and his body heavily built and muscle bound, with an enormous chest and arms. He wore brown leather boots, blue chest plate armor with his sword in its scabbard, and the brown furry underwear common to Eternians. He and his pet beast, a giant green and yellow striped tiger the size of a horse, strode through one of Eternia's forests. It was a scorching hot day when they heard the sound of splashing. He-Man spied through the bushes down a sloping hill to find a clear blue lake. He prepared to race toward it when suddenly, something caught his eye. It was some sorta creature . . . a green skinned creature about 30 yards away. Once it came into plain view, he focused more closely on it to see that it highly resembled a woman, a stunningly beautiful woman, although she had green skin! This woman was tall and muscular, yet slender, with large breasts like melons and long firm legs. Her hair was a mystery too. It was blonde a mohawk. He-Man surmised it had to be some kind of tribal woman, one unlike any he had seen before. She looked at the lake, then looked all around. She stared a few seconds to where He-Man was crouching. He remained quiet and motionless and her eyes moved on. He-Man wiped sweat from his brow. What was she here to do, he wondered. His question was soon answered when she knelt to the ground and cupping her hands together, souped up some water to drink. Some small animal rushed through the bushes, and almost instantly her head jerked back. Once she was sure of what it was, a harmless rodent, she proceeded to remove her clothing. She sat on her butt while lifting her leg up against her head like a cat, pulling her left boot off, then switched legs removing the other. He-Man found her agility remarkable, even more than the warrior woman, Teela, who he had had as a lover before his friend, Fisto, took her from him. He wondered as to this woman's combat ability. The only other piece of clothing she had was a blue, skin-tight, one-piece bathing suit-like outfit. Reaching behind her neck, she unstrapped it and slid it down to her ankles, revealing her beautiful breasts and nipples, and her light blonde tuft of pubic hair. Naked she was even more awesome, her body was perfect in every way, the ideal female, He-Man thought, and he could feel his heart pick up the pace. He awaited anxiously for her next move, which was to step into the water. It must have been cold because she hesitated for a second, then pressed on slowly until knee deep in it. Once there, she began to bathe herself, splashing some water with her hands so that her upper body would get wet, but this only reached just under her breasts. And so she dipped her hands down in the water again and brought them back up to soak her breasts and her neck and her shoulders. Finally, she dunked her head in the water, and brought it up quickly, so that her wet mohawk sprinkled droplets of water all around the lake forming ripples. Naked and wet, He-Man's heart pounded even harder to look upon her, he felt desire crawling into his soul.
The woman dived deep into the lake, disappearing, and suddenly, reappearing on the other side. The thought of her clothes being so distant from her excited him, and the young warrior had to take a closer look. "Stay here," he told his tiger. Then, he ever so gently made his way down the sloping hill, swinging from branch to branch so that he would not slip on the gravel and tumble into plain view. He stopped only a few feet from her clothes, and a few more feet from the lip of the lake. She was underwater on the other side, not hearing him. He spied on her intently playing in the water, wondering what he would do if she found him out. Ever so often, she would check her clothes to see if they were still there. Then, not really sure when or how, he lost her. He looked everywhere, but she was no where to be seen. Perhaps she had drowned in the water? Perhaps she had left? But would she do that without her clothes?
He-Man boldly walked out in plain view in the clearing of the lake. Where is she? He thought.
"How long have you been spying on me?" she asked.
He-Man's heart jumped, he turned around to see her standing behind him! "Wh-where did you come from???"
She was still naked, still dripping. Her mohawk looked funny soaked and hanging to one side half covering the top of her skull leaving the other half bald. "Did you think you could spy on Amazon and live to tell about it!"
"I'm sorry, I was just passing through and I thought you might have needed some help . . ."
"Ha!" she cried. "More of a man's lies! Men do not wish to help women, they only care about one thing, and you shall not have it!"
"What?"
"My body! I will kill you first," and she attacked him!
He-Man did not draw his sword, rather, he blocked her foot from smashing into the side of his face with his hand. He did not wish to harm the poor woman. But before he could react, her fist came at his stomach. He caught that, but she slipped away like a snake and recoiled for another attack. He-Man was amazed. This woman who called herself Amazon fought with blinding speed with every limb of her body. Her foot made its way to his chest, bruising him, her other fist gave him a black eye, her forehead knocked into his stunning him, and with the grace of a dancer she flew up into the air and knocked his teeth out with her elbow.
More hurt than he thought he could be, not only was she fast, but she was strong, very strong! He still did not wish to attack her with his sword, she being unarmed, and so he reached to grab her. She tried to slip away but failed, falling prisoner in his grasp. She wrestled to push him off of her but it was no use, even she was no match for his super-human strength.
At that moment he could have easily choked her, or broken her neck, but he chose not to. "I do not want to hurt you!" he said.
"Then let go of me!" she cried.
"You won't attack me if I do?" he asked.
"No."
"Promise?"
"Yes!"
He let her go, though he regretted letting go of that beautiful body. Feeling her pressed against him was quite wonderful.
She backed away and looked at him as if for the first time. "Why were you spying on me?"
"Ok, I admit, I was spying. Its just that . . . your so beautiful. I have never seen anyone quite like you."
"I know I am beautiful. And you are quite handsome."
"Thank you."
She walked up to him, touching his shoulder. "You have big arms . . .," she said.
"Yes."
"And you are strong."
"Yes."
"How strong are you?"
"Very."
"Show me. . .,"
He placed one finger against her side, followed by his palm, followed by sliding his hand against her waist to her buttox, and held her there. She did not seem to care. "I can rip a tree from its roots."
"Oh," she did not seem interested. "Let me see your weapon."
He pulled out his sword and handed it to her. She held it quite easily in one hand. "Oh," she said, "impressive . . . it is so big, and heavy! What material is this?"
"Metal," he said.
She ran her finger across it. "It is hard."
"Like you," he remarked.
"Yes," she said, smiling, "I am hard, a warrior woman. Feel my breast."
He obliged, with his other hand, and indeed they were hard, filling his hand. "Let me feel your chest. Take off that heavy armor," she said.
He pulled the two pieces of his breast plate apart, revealing his muscle bound chest. She was pleased by him, running her finger nail down between his pecks and to his brick abdomen, then put her finger to her mouth. Then, he proceeded to kiss her on the lips, and gradually, worked his tongue into her. She, in turn, wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in closer, and they began to tumble in the dirt until falling into the lake. There they squirmed in the mud, until they were both black with it, and mud creeped into her every orifice. She took this opportunity to lick the mud from his chest, and arms, and face, and shoulders, and lower and lower licking his abs. She seemed to enjoy eating the dirt cake off his skin. Then she pulled his boots off and tossed them carelessly into the lake, and as she played with his feet, he began to suck the mud from her fingers, and kissed up her arm to her shoulders. He licked her cheaks dry, and the back of her ear, and combed his fingers through her hair. He stared deeply into her eyes. "You are so beautiful," he said. She was surprised by this, and continued to play with his toes and her vagina. He proceeded to run his tongue down her sleak neck, to her large bosom, and wallowed between her two breasts. He sucked the mud from her nipples, and her stomach. She giggled as he pushed her away, playing with her legs. He ran his fingers tightly against them, he caressed them, he sucked on her toes. She giggled more. He slid his tongue along both legs, in her vagina, her juicy round rump.
Finally, she pulled his underwear off, and his penis, thick and hard, rose out of it to meet her lips. She looked up into his eyes, seeing him see her, then began to lick the tip of his penis. Soon, his whole 7 inch penis was swallowed up into her mouth, and she sucked on it for several minutes. When she rose again, she lifted her legs as she had done before, around his waist, and he, holding her by the ass, worked his penis into her warm, wet vagina, passed her clit. She helped him work it up inside, deep inside of her. He-Man wrapped his arms and legs around her, his peachy white skin meshed with her alien, green skin.
Her skin was tough, hard, her body slender. He caressed her back, her hips, her legs, as he stroked his penis into her. Though her body was tough, her vagina was soft around his hard cock. Soon he could feel her sweat pouring down on him, she was riding on top of him as if he were a wild horse, her spittle was falling on to his enormous chest. She knelt to the ground and rubbed herself against him, his penis filled her completely. It was a wild, savage, aggressive act of fucking. He-Man reached up and touched her breasts, rubbing them, filling his hands with them. The soles of her feet wrapped under him, against his ass.
He-Man continued to fuck. She was good. But he had to dominate her. He had to take control of her. And so he put his arms around her, slid them down her back, exploring the crevices of her ass with his fingers. Soon his fingers were spreading her butt cheaks apart, and he kept digging until he found her ass hole, and stuck three of his fingers into it. Amazon was taken by surprise, and so he took the opportunity to toss her over him and get on top her. Now he was the aggressor. He rammed his hot hard cock through her. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs completely apart.
"Wait," she said, pulling out of him. She stood up, fixed her hair, then laid with her stomach to the ground with her ass slightly raised. He-Man lifted her ass up to meet his penis, and started to work his way through her tight cheaks and into the hole. At first it was painful, and she cried out, but after a few minutes he had worked the tip in, and soon her ass hole had grown large and opened, and like a gaping mouth swallowed his cock until it was lost inside of her. He-Man looked at their two, sweat coated, joined bodies, withering in exstacy, and he thought how odd it was, her whole body, from head to foot, even the insides of her vagina was green. He had never fucked a green woman before, but after this he could say they are a wild, savage lot. She panted like a dog, but did not make any other sound. Then he pulled out, turned her around, grabbed her ankles and placed each up on to his shoulders. With her on her back and her butt slightly raised, he pushed his way into her ass hole from in front, and enjoyed that position with her for several minutes. Then he pulled out, and thrust his penis into her vagina again. He hammered it in, over and over again repetitively, as she layed on her back and he sat on top of her. Then he bent toward her to place his hands on her breasts and stick his tongue again in her mouth. Then he jumped back in her, slipping his penis through her.
He pushed and pushed with all his might until he could no more, endlessly stroking, endlessly bonding. Then at long last, they both comed. He spilled his hot come into her belly, and she spewed over him. When he slipped out, she lowered her head to lick the remaining drops of come from his cock, and swallowed it, and he pushed his tongue into her vagina, wet with mud and their sexual juices, and drank from it.
When they were finished, she put her clothes back on. He remained dumbfounded. She turned to leave. He called to her, "Wait! Will I ever see you again?"
"No, I don't think so," she replied.
"Yes, it is best this way."
"Farewell," she said.
He-Man knew he wouldn't see her again, at least for a while. She lived in the woods, he in the palace.
"Tell no one about me," she said.
"I promise," he said.
Then, as fast as she had come, she jumped up on to a tree branch and climbed away.

Skeletor’s Henchman

by G. Ray Cadastre
Department of Deconstruction, Miskatonic University, Arkham, Mass.

Adam awoke suddenly. He was in his bed in his sleeping chamber in the Royal Palace. All seemed quiet that night, and he figured that his waking was from a bad dream now already forgotten. But there it was again . . . the sound of footfalls. It almost sounded like someone was in the room with him. He looked around but in the dim light could see little. Then he thought if someone was in the room, perhaps an agent of Skeletor, what would they want? To kill him? To steal his sword?

The sword! He raced to his closet to check on it, throwing off the bed sheets so that he stood in the cool air naked. Only the light of the two moons beamed through his narrow stone brick window. To his surprise, the closet was open, and the sword was gone! What happened? He never forgot to put it in its place. Had someone truly stolen it? How could they get beyond the palace guards? As he pondered this, he sensed his bedroom door swaying open, almost as from a gust of wind. Now he knew the answer to the mystery.

“Stop!” he cried, leaping at the door and slamming it shut. He then glanced around the room. There were more hushed footfalls, but his keen ears heard what his eyes could not see, what was invisible. “Where are you?”

Silence.

“I am not opening this door unless you reveal yourself and bring back my sword!”

Another set of footfalls, now quickly echoing across the room from left to right, to where the window lay. He then noticed something even more peculiar, his sword appear floating by the window, but without its handle.

“Oh no you don’t!” he shouted, and hurled himself again, this time aiming for the sword. What he felt block his path was something soft and frail, and the next thing he knew, he was lying face down on the floor atop something warm and fleshy. His sword, the Sword of Power, still remain without its handle, but now lay across the floor. Feeling alongside the body beneath him, he reached up an arm and pried the sword loose. All the while, he felt a thrashing beneath him, of feet kicking and claws scratching him, but he was unmoved.

“Tell me who or what you are, or I’ll shove this sword into your body . . . and by the feel of you, I doubt that you’d survive it!”

Suddenly, a golden hawk mask appeared before his eyes. But even more surprising was the long dark hair streaming from behind it, and the long, slender, female body attached to it. Down to her hairless pubic nub and further to her bare feet, she was gold-brown with steaks of black paint crossing her skin in diagonal bands, without a scrap of clothing save for the hawk mask.

Adam placed his sword beyond her reach and lifted himself up on his knees to get a better look, still pinning her down with his crotch. He then attempted to slide his fingers beneath her mask to remove it, but some magic force prevented him from taking it off.

“Who sent you?”

She hissed in reply, and thrashed some more.

“Tell me who sent you, or I will kill you. And don’t think I will hesitate, just because you’re a woman.”

“Skeletor,” she muttered. “He sent me to steal your sword.”

“The mask . . .” said he, “makes you and itself invisible. But you have to be naked for it to work, am I right?”
The girl with the hawk mask did not reply.

“Why would such a beautiful girl work for him? I can’t understand it. What does he offer you?”

“He offers me power!” she exclaimed. “And pleasure.”

“Pleasure? What do you mean?”

“He loves me, and I him.”

“You can’t be serious! How could anyone love such a monster?”

“He is handsome and powerful.”

“He is hideous! He has no face . . . and his power is evil!”

She smiled. “I am evil too. I have tortured and killed for the pleasure of it, and I do not feel remorse, so don’t try to make me think otherwise.”

“Where did he find you, such a young and cruel girl? I can’t imagine!”

“Skeletor created me. He has always been jealous of you and your conquests, the village of amazons, Teela, Rain, Frosta, all the other women, all because of your handsome face he can never have. So he created me, so that he would also know physical pleasure.”

“Created a human being? I did not know he possessed the power to do such a thing!”

“Oh, I am not made from nothing, He-Man. This body once belonged to a sweet and innocent village girl. He lusted after her beauty and sacrificed her, killed her to form within her corpse a new soul, one as corrupt and wicked as himself. That is why I love him, or rather, lust after him.”

“You are an abomination!” he exclaimed. “In honor of that girl whom this body once belonged, it would be better to kill you now.”

“But you can’t, can you? You find me irresistible, don’t you? I can feel you even now, the load between your legs.”

“Tell me this, then, and speak truthfully. Do you always desire intercourse with him? Or are there nights when you refuse him?”

“Yes . . . there are those nights. But I must please him. He is my master, my creator.”

“You are his slave!”

“I have no choice,” she replied. “He controls me. With this mask, I cannot take it off. It is the Mask of Illusion. Everything he wants me to see through the eyes of this mask, I find irresistible. Even his ugliness.”

“And me?”

“I know you are handsome, yet I find you hideous.”

Adam stood at last, freeing her from under him, but almost in the same instance did he grab her tightly with his powerful arms, and toss her onto his bed.

“Are you going to rape me, He-Man?”

He jumped atop the bed, pinning her arms down with his own. He did not know what he was about to do, or why, all he knew was that desire burned in his heart and an equally strong hatred for his enemy. Enemies caught in the Royal Palace had always been executed. It was his own law and he had carried it out many times. But what a crime it would be to sacrifice such a beautiful creature, even if her heart was tainted. Now she was naked and on his bed, pressed beneath him. He could feel the hairless nub between her legs brushing against his engorged penis, calling to him like an irresistible Siren’s song. The night was long, and he knew what to do with her. Slowly but surely, he proceeded to work his huge, hard, dry penis into her moist gaping hole. Soon he was deep inside her, sliding along her wet frame as his member invaded that forbidden zone only Skeletor and his lackeys had known. The dark haired girl kicked and screamed, but it was not that she did not want him. In fact, her legs soon looped around his waist, clutching him tightly with her ankles against his cheeks. This is what she had been made to do, but the cold hand of Skeletor or the mangled fur of the Beastman or the scaly, cold hide of Merman could not compare to his warm, human embrace, and though she had been brought up to despise this man, she could not help but loving him, how similar they were, both human, both soft and fleshy. There was more to love than what the eyes could see, so much more she did not know. All the while, He-Man continued to stroke her rapidly, his penis into the mysterious cunt of the woman whose face he could not see. He imagined she was beautiful underneath the mask, but for all he knew she could be as faceless as Skeletor. But what did that matter? Her firm, warm body felt wonderful beneath his on that cold night, and the loose lips between her hips made for a smooth gliding ride. He knew her only for a couple of minutes, and still he did not know her at all. Never had he so quickly fucked a complete stranger. Even the palace maids from whom he was accustomed to taking pleasure were much more familiar. What sorcery possessed him to act so wantonly with such a creature? Had Skeletor enchanted her to exude some magic aura of lust? Or was it the anonymity itself, the danger, the knowing of her evil ways and wishing to partake of that part of her, that evil passion his heart could never know?

It was not long before she was moaning with appreciation, reaching to dig her fingernails into his skin, to scratch his back until it bled. Indeed, she liked it rough, so he cupped her small breasts tightly and squeezed, pulling her up to meet his throbbing, thrusting cock till he could hear her hurting. Her reaction was to thrust her knees into his sides until they bruised violet, claw deeper into his shoulders, thrash violently with her arms. But she never ceased to raise her hips to meet his. It was as if her arms and legs said no, but the rest of her body cried out with an enthusiastic YES! Whether they were fucking or fighting, or both, He-Man wasn’t sure. Violence and sex became an intermixed blur. To prevent further injury, however, he grabbed her bent up knees and spread them as far apart as they would go, leaving her worn cunt wide open for the fucking. He then snatched up her ankles and hoisted them up over his head, as he continued relentlessly pounding all eight inches of his penis into her.

When he was quite done and satisfied with her on that side, he turned her over as she pleaded; “No, not in my ass!” But it was already too late! By the time she could protest, she found herself laying on her stomach, his rugged hands sliding up along the sides of her smooth, sweat-soaked sides, her ass cheeks being spread wide. Unlike her loose cunt, He-Man found her asshole tight. Perhaps Skeletor and his minions never probed that part of her, but he was certain not to let it go unplugged. In his penis went, every last inch, into that tiny hole. At first she felt as though he was tormenting her, the thrusting was sharp and painful, but after a short while she found herself drowning in pleasure. Scooping his hands under her mid-section, he raised her ass high, and she did not resist, but let her body go limp in his powerful grasp as he continued to fuck her forcefully. Shockwaves of pleasure permeated between their genitals to the tips of their enjoined bodies, all through their limbs to their very toes, and with each thrust he could feel the muscles in her anus holding his large cock tightly like a clamping mouth that would not let go. He then clutched her wrists, pulling them back toward him so his cock thrust deeper into her recesses, and she like a wild, tamed horse obliged, backing to accept more of his cock. And so he fed her ass, globs of sweat raining atop the small of her back as with every thrust he let out a grunt and she a scream, her dark hair flinging this way and that. At any moment it seemed that they would come together, when at last she slinked away and stealthily turned to face him. He peered at her body glistening in the moonlight, oblivious to the features of her face. The firm, slender body which had given him such delight was crowned simply by the golden hawk mask, and so to him she was a hybrid hawk and woman, a creature feeding on carnal pleasure with little room for emotion. Did she have blue eyes? Brown? He did not know. He did not even know her name. But the way her feet slanted up on the bed like a cat ready to pounce, joining to her long, muscular legs bent toward her wet, gaping slit, and her steaming, washboard stomach and pointy-nipple mound-shaped breasts just above, that is all that mattered at that moment. Now, she backed into the headboard, lifting one leg straight up with remarkable strength and flexibility, and the other lengthwise across the bed with her heel resting over the edge. It was no wonder Skeletor and his henchmen liked to fuck her. She was made for it, he could tell, just by her movements. She was more animal than human with nothing but savage instinct. He was male, she was female, the equation was simple. Now she beckoned to him with her fingers between that parted space, teasing him with her openness. So they met, this time on equal terms, but vying for control. Like a wild bull she rode him, sliding the whole of her being down so that his fleshy stem punched up through her. Meanwhile, he pressed her against the wall as she gasped, sliding his fingers beneath her round hips to control the animal he had cornered and was struggling to control. But she, too, had his wicked way with him, shifting from side-to-side, backwards and forwards, toying with his penis like a marionette.

With all his enduring might, He-Man fucked and fucked her. All the while, both partners engaged in a duel of strengths and wills. She was a fine warrior, he admitted to himself, and she thought the same of him. But was his power rod greater than her encompassing sheath? Only time would tell. The one to orgasm first, to come first, would be the victor. But what more could he do? No woman had ever lasted him thus far, not Teela nor Frosta nor any of the mighty amazons. By this time, however, he could feel the nerve fibers at the base of his shaft tingling as they brushed up against her pubic hair. In that moment, he pulled away from her warm body, sliding his chest from her mashed breasts, his stomach from her stomach, and with his fingers deep in her ass fissure he pulled her higher on his lap, ramming himself with all his heroic might, that loose wet cunt swallowing his eight inch protrusion, sliding down to dig his nails into the bottoms of her thighs, raising her knees to meet his shoulders. She panted and sweated profusely, till at long last, there was a ::POP!:: sound followed by a teaming froth of come coating He-Man’s cock like frosting, and with that, He-Man followed suit, shooting his heavy load up and deep into her belly. He then pulled his mighty penis from the strange warrior’s vagina, a strand of gooey come linking his tip to her worn nub.

“It was good,” she said stoically after a moment of silence.

“Yes,” he replied sternly.

“Are you going to kill me, now?” she asked. “Now that you’ve enjoyed my body?”

“Yes,” he said half-heartedly, getting up from the bad to grab his sword.

“I won’t resist,” she said. “Just do it quickly.”

He pushed the tip of the blade against her chest, but before he could push it any further, stopped. “You’d better go back to Snake Mountain.”

“Are you . . . showing favoritism to me, just because I’m a woman? Would you do the same for Beastman? Merman?”

“I can’t say that I would,” he replied, dropping his weapon.

“Don’t tell me you’ve grown soft, just because we fucked. I wouldn’t hesitate, if I were in your position.”

“Well I suppose that’s the difference between us. That is what makes Skeletor and I enemies.”

She stood, slowly. “That’s awfully irrational. Such rationale could cost you the war.”

“There is more to right and wrong than winning. More to goodness than being rational. There is also . . . the heart.”

She laughed. “I guess then . . . it’s fortunate I don’t have one.”

“You really are a female clone of Skeletor.”

“I guess I am.” She moved to the open window. “Just remember . . . next time we meet, I won’t stop myself from killing you.”

“I know,” he replied softly. “Just go before I change my mind.”

She leapt swiftly out the window, and He-Man did not see her again. Sitting in his bed, then, he pondered sadly on the notion that such a beautiful creature could have no heart. But what he did not know is that, far away in the darkest recesses of Snake Mountain, the heart of a village maiden reawakened in the hard-skinned body of an evil warrior, and with that heart a sadness began to grow, like a seed, for all the evil her evil had wrought.

He-Man and Frosta

By

by G. Ray Cadastre
Department of Deconstruction, Miskatonic University, Arkham, Mass.

Blood spattered against snow as the sword of He-Man slid from the last of the ice trolls. Standing at seven feet tall with shaggy white fur and yellow tusk-teeth, these monsters preyed on those foolish enough to wander as far north from the Whispering Woods of Etheria. But now, four lay dead and bleeding at this boots, growling their last breaths. Beside him, his mighty white battle cat, Snow Cat, clawed at the flesh of the grisly trolls, staining his snow-white muzzle red.

With torch burning brightly in hand, and sword readied in the other, He-Man came across no more of the dreaded guardians. But moving further into the cavern, crouching beneath many hanging icicles, he could see that his companion could no longer follow. There, at the tail end of the narrow pass, was a solid wall of ice. Even with his great strength, he could not pass through it. Just as the Sorceress predicted, however, there was a still pool the shape of a tear drop at the base of the wall, no bigger around than a single man could fit. Though clear as glass, a pale blue light radiated from the pool, the source of which, if any, could not be seen. Leaning his torch against a rampart of snow, He-Man slowly dipped his arm beneath the surface. The water was so cold, that his fingers started to stiffen once pulling them from the pond. Clenching his fist to pump warm blood back into his hand, he sheathed his sword, realizing, reluctantly, what must be done. He brushed Snow Cat’s soft fur, saying to him; “Stay here. I must go alone.” Then, with deep breath, he leaped feet first into the pool, and vanished.

***

The blue haired beauty stood atop the balcony of the Ice Tower with palms to her bosom, sighing, feeling no warmth. How she longed for the touch of another human being . . . for a loving embrace. But it could never be, she knew.

Her prison was a lonely one, but a chamber of such vastness she could wander, as she had the past ten years, with only the dozen likenesses of men keeping her company. But though they could not speak or move, she addressed them plainly, placing her delicate hand into his, saying; “Goodnight, Mandor.”

The young face could but stare blankly, frost growing from his bluish temples and down, from his lashes to his eyes’ rim. Yet his unchanging stare seemed to satisfy her, as she brushed the frost away and kissed his icy cheek.

“Oh, now, don’t be jealous, Boramor,” she intoned, crossing the room to the other side where a large brute stood with sword still in hand, a look of shock on his face, long icicles hanging from his beard and mustache. “You get a goodnight kiss too,” she said, kissing him also.

***

Cold gnawed his flesh like some tormenting demon, and all he could do to keep from freezing is stay moving. If he had any torches left, they would now be wet and unable to light. So he hoped his great strength would last him, till coming upon the object of his quest.

Climbing the last of the broken stairs, He-Man passed through an arch opening into a dimly lit chamber. All was made of ice, the sight of which was disheartening. But at least, he thought, his fur coat was beginning to thaw. Moving further into the chamber, he marveled at the high vaulted ceiling. Suddenly, he spotted a shadow in the corner of his eye, like that of another warrior. An open balcony across from him let in the light of the night sky, and he gripped the pommel of his weapon tightly, prepared to encounter whatever guardians might come his way. Tracing the shadow, he saw the silhouette of a man, and many other men. Was this some kind of small army? No, he realized, coming across the first one. It was but a statue made of ice. With a nudge he tipped the statue over, and it shattered to fragments on the floor.

Nearing the balcony he found, at last, what he had been looking for. There was an ottoman here, made of ice, and a four poster bed made of ice and snow. Quietly he approached, his anxious heart warming him, and pulling back the starry, hanging veil, he saw an angel sleeping in snow. She was, indeed, more beautiful than the legends spoke of. Oh, how he wished to touch her curving thigh! But he hesitated, remembering the story of her awful curse.

Ten long years ago, what seemed now like countless aeons, the Horde witch, Shadow Weaver, met a young village girl who dared mock the witch’s ugliness. Inspired by the cold of winter, Shadow Weaver’s wicked mind devised a most horrible curse, saying:

“Hence forth let your name be Frosta! For though your beauty you retain, like a rose shall you possess most horrid thorns, that should any man in liking pluck you, no warmth may ever usher from your lips, but your breath be like the blizzard! Nor shall any man know comfort in your arms, for should your heart beat with deepest passion, only blood like icy rivers now channel through your veins. Delight as some may in your fair likeness, a chilling touch will ever harden their affection, and all men turn a cold glance to you and with bitterness endure you. Thus, never will you know Spring’s love or Summer’s ecstasy, but in time may your very soul grow numb with craving, in Winter’s everlasting solitude.”

At once, the fair maiden felt all heat flow out of her body. The villagers could see her hair, swaying straight down to her waist, transform to an ocean blue, and her fair pink flesh turn deathly pale like the hue of a corpse dragged from a frozen tarn. Only her tall shapely figure remained, with ripe, ample bosom, and legs spanning the most of her height, upholding the cleft fruit of her backside.

Try as she may, the girl could not bring herself comfort. Warm furs only served to seal the coldness radiating from her. Sitting near the hearth or reveling in the sun only seared her flesh. And rubbing herself only hastened her numbness. She had become, in essence, cold blooded.

It was not long before she fled from her home, unable to face the gawking and the whispers. Wandering the frozen tundra for many years, she sought nothing but death. Jumping into a frozen lake, she prayed to drown herself, but the strange magic of her curse kept her alive. At last, she went up into the mountains, finding there an abandoned tower made entirely of ice. Climbing the many steps to its only chamber, she found a bed and ottoman of solid ice, and a single balcony overlooking the arctic wasteland. It was here that she made her new home, eating nothing but snow, drinking from the drips of stalagmites. Somehow she lived on, where few travelers could ever reach, for most journeying so far north died of cold.

Back in her village, word spread of Frosta’s tale, and of her beauty and her curse. And a legend was born that someday a hero would come and with his love, break the curse and make her warm again. Such a man would know true love, and undying pleasure in her embrace, forever and ever.

This is the story He-Man knew, as was told to him by the Sorceress of Grayskull.

“Wake, my beloved,” he whispered.
Frosta opened her eyes to see him, a blue eyed, blonde man standing at the foot of her bed.

“Best be wary, stranger,” she whispered coldly, with an accent as alien to his ears as one isolated from humanity for unremembered time. “I am poison to the flames of love.” Then with a stern look and dark lashes crowning her butterfly eyes, she rose from the bed and moved to her ottoman.

He studied her carefully, her long pointed boots, her crystalline belt whose buckle drooped just enough to shield her womanhood, and the snowflake-like pattern adorning her pale, frosty bosom. But none of these things, nor her tall, womanly shape, made such an impression on him as her fruitful lips and gray, elven eyes.

His sword, stained with blood, fell heavily against the smooth floor. “I have come from afar for you.”

“So have many others,” she replied, gesturing to the near dozen figures around them.

“Yes,” he said, clouds forming from his parched lips; “I see.” But he had not quite seen. His first impression were that they were works of art. But now he understood. The figures were far too real in expression for any sculptor to invent. All were handsome, some youths still in their armor, others older, robust and barbarian-like. Some were nude, or in various stages of undress, though these were fewer in number. Many lay along the ground, stiff bodies curled like a fetus, eyelids shut having died in sleep.

“I would take you in my arms to die,” said she. “But last night I had a dream. Do you know what it was?”

“Yes,” he replied, “you dreamt a man had come and set you free.”

“No,” she murmured. “You are just as much a fool as they were. Can’t you see? I am a bane to love. Love, like a flower, withers and dies at my touch. I cannot love you, nor anyone. I was not meant for warm embraces or lingering kisses. And should you try, you will die as the others have. Alas, no man has ever been so wise to heed my warning.”

“Tell me,” he said. “How did these men die?”

She sighed heavy with grief to tell her tale. “The first man to come, wishing to break the spell, gave me hope. With hope brewing in her heart, I let him into my bed. But as the old red crone predicted, my touch was like ice to him, and though I tried he took no pleasure in me, and in my bed he did not live. By morning, he was stiff and dead, his handsome features immortalized in ice. All that day I wept, calling out the noble name of he, whom my body could not shelter from this cold.

“Many suitors followed, believing in the power of their love-making, to break the curse. But all failed at their lives’ expense. Here now you see, this Ice Tower become a museum of corpses. During the first few years, it pained me to look upon them, lamenting all the more the sight of their unchanging expressions, remembering with each my shattered hopes. When more followed, I begged them turn away, though I longed for their embrace more than life itself. But no man ever refused me. For so distant had they journeyed, and so mesmerized were they by my beauty and the promise of my eternal love, that even my collection of bodies could not discourage them. And I, hungering for human contact, never did deny them.

“Yet no man ever did deflower me. Their bodies hardened and turned stiff, unmoving in my very clutches, long before. So I remain a virgin, Death himself the guardian of my chastity.

“Sometimes, I grew angry, tossing the bodies from her balcony to shatter against the rocky glacier below. But after ten years, as Shadow Weaver had predicted, the flame of love in my soul was extinguished. The young girl I once had been, and the family I once had known, is forgotten. In time, I delighted in the collecting of handsome men. Hence, was I known to some as the Ice Queen. And when suitors came, I did not turn them away, nor warn them, but invited them to touch me, to know my lethal love. In this way, I make trophies of men.

“Only in dreams have I found a way, for a time, to escape my curse, and cold welcomes sleep. I sleep, sometimes, for months unending. But upon waking and remembering what I am, despair returns to me tenfold.”

After pausing a short while, He-Man said to her; “You must be so lonely.”

“There is something different about you,” she murmured, placing a fingernail to her lips, eyeing him sharply. “You seem kinder and gentler than the others. So I implore you, count yourself fortunate that I am not in the mood to add you to my collection.”

“I have slain many ice trolls to be here,” he replied, “climbed many mountains, and swam freezing waters to reach the entrance to your abode. I shall not now be denied the object of my quest!”

“But I am the more perilous than these things. Do not turn a blind eye to the other brave warriors who succeeded where you have, but fell far short of their quest!”

“Where they have failed,” he replied confidently, letting his fur coat drop to reveal his muscular torso, “I shall succeed.”

She laughed. “All you men are the same! One more boastful than the next! What makes you think your fate shall differ?”

“Because I love you.”

“You . . . what!? You do not even know me.”

“No, Frosta, I have known you from afar, your image in the magic mirror of Castle Grayskull. It was the Sorceress of Grayskull that first showed me, and told me, of you and of your legend. Many a night since have I spent sleepless, watching you through the glass, dreaming of us together, till at last a portal was made to bring me to this land. But this portal will not remain open for long, Frosta. Come with me now, so that I may take you to my kingdom as my companion.”

“No,” she answered, turning away. “I can never come with you. In all the world there is no place as cold and lonely as this, yet I prefer it to the taunting and the jeers, and the cruel stares. And would you want such a companion? I think not. Not such a wretched being that I am, that knows no compassion to that which is not already barren of all warmth.”
“You are wrong. The Sorceress is wise in the ways of magic, and has found a way to break the witch’s spell.”

Frosta’s pale blue eyes widened, embers of hope glittering within. “Tell me!”

“With your maidenhood broken, so shall the curse be.”

“And has your Sorceress cast a spell of protection on you?”

“No, our love must be pure.”

She sighed heavily. “Well, you are quite handsome. Perhaps, more so than any other. You will make a fine new trophy.”

“Do not harden your heart,” he replied.

“My heart is ice,” said she. “I feel nothing for you. But, strange, I cannot bring myself to want you dead. So, just leave me now, and let me be.”

“I will not!” he asserted. “If you will not come with me, I will join you here.”
“Why would you do this . . . for me? No man has ever offered such a thing,” she added quietly, letting down ribbons of hair across her cheeks. “Who are you?”

“I am He-Man, Champion of Eternia, Defender of Castle Grayskull.”

“He-Man,” said she, as though remembering a name long forgotten. “You can’t stay here. You’ll freeze.”

“Yes, this weather is a biting fiend. But it’s not so bad. May I sit there with you? My legs are weary from many days without rest.”

“Yes,” she said trembling, sliding to the far edge of the ottoman.

“Why do you turn away from me?” he asked softly.

“Because,” she replied. “I don’t like you staring at me.”

“Forgive me. It’s just that, you’re so beautiful.”

“Would that I were hideous,” she exclaimed, burying her face in her palms, “to suffer the death of no man.”

He reached for her, but she snapped her hand away.

“Don’t touch me! There is no warmth in this body. I am cold.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Here, take my coat.”

“No, you don’t understand. I am cold.”

He-Man realized that if he was to claim his prize and free this woman, he would have to use force. And so grabbing her by the wrists, he pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. To her utter amazement, his breath seemed to melt away the frost, and she did not feel his body stiffening save for his penis which she longed to have in her.

“Wait,” she said, unraveling her clothes. And then she stood before him naked in all her wondrous beauty, and rubbing the blue hair between her moist gaping nub. Then Frosta exposed her naked ass to him, slipping her white coat to her ankles and bending over. The strange warrior approached her from behind, gripping her cheeks tightly as he unraveled his long, throbbing penis. She closed her eyes waiting for it.

“This may hurt a little bit,” he warned, working the head against her moistening, vaginal lips.

“Don’t delay,” she said, “just stick it in me, quick… please!” She wanted him inside of her so badly, to fill her with his warmth, the emptiness was almost painful.

“OK,” he said, and pushed with all his heroic might. Breaking through the walls, through that pink-flesh barrier, he continued inward, inch by inch, till it was all inside and she could feel it, and it felt wonderful.

“Oh Goddess!” she gasped, not believing what she had so longed for was finally happening in that very moment, what she had for so many years dreamed of, fantasized, and how she would often try in vain to fill the gap with her fingers or an alabaster dildo, pretending it to be a penis, but never a penis, never a penis so ripe and filling, warming her belly like hot soup during a cold night. Oh such a penis she would keep in her forever if she could, ceasing to be a woman altogether, or preferring to be a man so that she would never again feel that kind of hunger. But what good is eating if you never hunger? “Oh Yes!” she screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Whatever you do, don’t stop!”

“I am!” he grunted, placing his hands against her lower back for support, then sliding them down hard, wet with sweat, looping fingers within the fold between her stomach and thighs, tugging her against him, tugging her so all of her body swallowed his cock. And he kept at it, feeding her more cock and more, as if each time he slipped it in her body and it became lost, vanishing so that only he could see his pubic hair brushing against her spread cheeks, it became eaten and a new penis grew to be eaten again. Her glistening hole was like a bottomless pit, sucking in a never ending stream of sausage-links. And she ate as if her appetite grew more on that which she fed on.

They fucked like two synchronized machines, as if every knee and elbow, and every single component of their two bodies were made to do just that. Frosta felt herself, lost in a maelstrom of pleasures, goose-bumps and tickling, giddiness and rapture, joy and anxiety and satisfaction, all rolled into one blinding mix, taking her whole, drowning her in the euphoria.

Thus did He-Man break the curse, and free the Ice Queen from her prison of loneliness. Together in each other’s arms they made love again and again many a night, till one day he returned to his kingdom and she to her village. But they were content in the memory of their lovemaking, and he in having enjoyed her, and rescued her from that dismal life. Now she could return to being a normal girl again. As for the hero, he went in search of my more sexual adventures!

The

End

He-Man and Fisto lounged around the lake in the forest outside of Eternos. They had battled and beaten Skeletor when he tried to take Castle Grayskull again, and now they were resting and soaking their sore and tired muscles in the cool waters of the lake. They had been discussing their pasts and were drawn up in a contest of sorts, trying to determine who was the better man.

Teela leaned back and sighed, tired of listening to the constant drizzle going on between them. So far, they were tied. And nothing, it seemed, was going to change that.

"So, what's the longest time you've gone without sleep?" He-Man asked good-naturedly, his naked body glistening in the water.

Fisto consider a moment, then "3 weeks. You?"

"Two weeks."

Now, it was Fisto's turn to ask a question. "What's the most opponents you've ever fought, by yourself, at once."

He-Man considered. "50. You?"

"40."

Teela sighed, another tie. One would be slightly better than the other at most things, but, as she had thought a moment ago, another tie.

Then she sighed, fed up with this.

"How many women have you slept with?" she asked.

"I've had 30 Amazon women," He-Man boasted proudly.

"So what? I've had 30 wenches," Fisto replied, waggling his brows.

"Which of you have made love for the longest length of time?" Teela asked, sick of this whole competition.

"Three days," He-Man smiled.

"Four days," Fisto replied.

Teela smiled...knowing her next question would shock them both.

"Which one of you is the better lover?" she asked, knowing this would break the ongoing tie, and bring an end to the contest.

They stopped and stared at her, not knowing.

"Ugh, I probably am,' He-Man started.

"No, you're not! I am!" Fisto replied, smiling.

"How bout if I decide that?" Teela asked, exasperated with this whole conversation.

Their jaws dropped and they stared at her, not having seen this side of her before.

"What? Don't think you're up to the challenge?" she asked, a hint of a snarl in her voice.

They looked at her dumbfounded, then found their tongues.

"Of course I am!" He-Man said proudly.

"So am I. Let's make a contest of this. Teela, you'll be the judge. The loser proclaims the winner to be the better lover...to all of Eternia. Agreed?" Fisto asked.

"Agreed. Teela?"

She smiled, the look on her face inviting, yet something more. "Agreed."

That night, she met He-Man and Fisto out in the forest, having decided exactly how to conduct this contest. She wanted them both to have a fair chance, yet, she wanted to teach them both a lesson also. She smiled to them, standing facing them in a protected copse, a few blankets on the mossy floor behind her and several condiments to try in a basket beside them. She smiled and looked them both over slowly, circling around them, teasingly touching their buttocks and pinching them. Then she stood before them and backed away, standing on the blankets.

“OK. Both of you strip slowly. Now!" she said forcefully, using her drilling skills.

He-Man and Fisto both shed their armor, bearing their large, muscular, hairy chests and flexed their muscles, their bodies easily rivaling each other. "All of it! Or are you afraid?" she asked, teasing them by wiggling her hips slightly and smiling. They lost no time in dropping their shorts, their slowly lengthening penises glistening in the moonlight. He-Man's was thick and long, looking a bit like a sausage. Fisto's was shorter and slightly thinner, but not by much. He-Man

chuckled at the sight of it.

"This'll be an easy victory," he smiled.

"It's not the size that matters, He-Man. It's how you use it that counts," Fisto replied softly, smiling back at him.

"Enough talk from both of you! Now, turn around slowly!" Teela ordered, once again taking control.

He-Man and Fisto both turned, not wanting to lose this chance to outdo each other. Their tight, muscular bodies, showing some faded scars, glistened in the moonlight and their pubic hair, Fisto's dark and curly, He-Man's dark blond and glistening, added even more to their naked bodies, but, once again, a tie.

"Walk over here, both of you!" She ordered and they obeyed her, walking to her and standing before her within arm's length. She walked between them, running her hands over each of them in term, getting the feel for them, the texture of their skin, their cocks which had grown hard and beginning to ache with her touch, both purple and throbbing, their pubic hair, their chests, muscles. Again, a tie. She stood between them. "Undress me. Slowly. Fisto, start with the boots. He-Man, you start from the top. You'll meet somewhere in the middle and stand, understood?" she asked, her voice both forceful yet sensual. They nodded and began.

Fisto slowly lifted up her foot, supporting her weight with his hand and slid off her boot, caressing the sole of her foot and working his way up to her knee. He put her foot down, then did the same with her other foot, tickling her knee gently as he held it. He-Man took off her armor and slowly unzipped the back of her jumpsuit, sliding it down around her shoulders. Fisto ran his hands up her thighs and came up to the top of the outfit and slid the front of it down to her waist and, together, they slid it from her body. She stepped out of it and they dropped it onto the moss, beside their own clothing and armor. They stood, Fisto in front, He-Man in behind and waited for her next command.

“Now, Gentlemen, you may begin. The best one will win. Go!" she ordered. He-Man slid his hands around her waist, kissing her neck from behind while Fisto bent and kissed her breasts, fondling them, then kissed his way up to her lips, kissing her softly, then more deeply. He-man kissed his way down her back, running his hands over her hips, her thighs, her knees, then up to her inner thighs, pausing to touch and run his tongue over the curve of the small of her back.

She relaxed between them and spread her legs, slowly. He-Man kissed the backs of her thighs and ran his fingers over her neatly-groomed clit, smiling and chuckling softly as she grew wet to the touch. Fisto kissed his way down her body, nuzzling and caressing her stomach and felt it jump back at the touch, it was so sensitive. He chuckled, then lowered himself down and kissed her netherlips even as He-Man slipped his fingers inside her wet vagina, her lower-mouth swallowing them as if they were nothing. Fisto ran his tongue over her lips, them parted them, penetrating beside He-Man's fingers with his tongue, tasting and testing her juices.

She smiled, then pushed them both down to the mossy floor, one on either side of her. She laid them on their backs and caressed and tasted each salty cock in turn, sucking the pre-cum from under their foreskins, wanting them to ache with wanting her. Soon, they were both moaning and their cocks throbbing even more, aching with wanting to touch her. She lay down between them, on her back and looked to He-Man.

"You first," she ordered. He wasted no time in rolling on top of her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, his hands running over her breasts, then down her stomach to grip her hips. He parted her legs expertly sliding his cock into her ready and wet hole, lips swallowing him whole.

He thrust into her, grunting softly as he did, starting off slow, then moving faster,

thrusting himself deep inside her, his hands roaming over her, caressing her flanks, her hips, her sides. Kneading her knee, massaging her breasts as he suckled them. She was so beautiful and he truly wanted to show her that he was the best.

But, he began to tire and that's when the work really began.

“Is that all you've got, He-Man?" she asked suddenly, egging him on. He grunted and thrust harder, his cock getting ready to cum, but she had other plans.

"What's the matter, getting tired?" she asked sweetly, then rolled him forcefully to his back and mounted him, her tireless lips running up and down his hard staff. He reached up, caressing her breasts, then running his hands down to her hips, helping her grind down onto him. She wanted to fuck him and show him that she could outlast him, could outlast anyone. After all, she had probably been with as many men as they had been with women.

So, she bucked on him, then slipped off, standing over him for a minute, then beckoning to Fisto, leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree.

"C'mere, your turn!" she ordered, seeing He-Man squirm with frustration. Fisto stood before her, taking in her beauty, then stepped to her and gently kissing her lips, silently explored her body first with his hands, touching every inch of her, then bending down and, picking up her leg and bringing it over his shoulder, tasted her cunt and began to suckle it, tasting the juices that, even now, ran down her thighs.

He-Man watched from the blankets, masturbating silently, his cock aching even more, totally unsatisfied. He was proud of his cock, certain it was mightier than Fisto’s. But Fisto tasted her now, slipping his tongue into her deeply, invading her hole with his own penis and gyrating in it, hands running over the rest of her. He was talented, she decided. Very talented. She began to fight herself to keep from moaning. All the while, she spotted He-Man, and over the shoulders of the man who was fucking her, sent him a peculiar smile, saying; “You’re not jealous now, are you, He-Man?”

“Of course not,” he murmured.

Fisto kissed her lips as she began to cum, then worked his way up to her stomach, her breasts, her neck, slowly slipping his eight inch cock into her again. He took his time, thrusting into her, bringing her legs up around his waist, supporting all of her as they leaned against the tree. He kissed her lips, playing with her soft tongue, his cock deep inside her. He began to thrust, hard and fast into her, wanting to prove that he had more stamina, that he was the best.

Teela let her head bob in time to their rhythm for a bit, feeling the pleasure of the flesh, the lust that he had for her, and how talented his hands were as they ran over her. Then, when he began to tire, she pushed away from him.

“That's enough!" she ordered, then took him back to where He-Man lay, still unsatisfied, both their cocks aching for more. She lay down between them on her side, Fisto laying down behind her, He-Man in front of her. "Now, you'll compete. Fisto, you get the back , He-Man, you get the front. Go!" she ordered. They drew closer, He-Man coming up between her hips while Fisto curled up to her form, trying to slip into her ass. It was awkward at first, she was so tight, but both men began to massage that little hole, coaxing it to open up so their competition could continue. They began, taking it slow, all the time Fisto massaging her red nipples while He-Man massaged her waist.

They pumped faster and faster into her, gyrating within her, kissing and touching her in turn, Fisto taking extra care to massage every inch of her while He-Man tended to neglect her breasts and cunt. She knew then who would be the winner, but still, she made them work, wanting to fuck them until they wore her out. In truth she could care less who was the better lover, the competition was just a ruse to get them both inside her at the same time, a fantasy she had been toying with lately. It was painfully awkward at first, as both large warriors fumbled with her small frame, searching where to put their hands, how to position themselves just right to both fit into her, a daunting task. Aiding them, however, was Teela’s gymnast flexibility. She spread and lifted her powerful legs in a V shape behind her head, giving them as much room as was possible for a woman to give two men. He-Man’s engorged penis was not easy to take from in front, but now spreading her anal cheeks, he managed to push all the way into her asshole, and her flesh stretched to accommodate him as Fisto continued to pound her loose, wet vagina. The warming sensation of both penises, filling her, penetrating her, was better than she had hoped for. It was not long before pain became pleasure, and her moist, unfastened waist allowed them easy access into her body. No longer were they a fumbling trio desperately seeking to manage the unnatural, but now rather a smooth gliding, organic mechanism, a single writhing animal with six arms and legs, sweating and moaning, both men feeding into her insatiable pleasure. As He-Man stroked in, Fisto stroked out, as soon as her head spun back from one blow, a second blow of euphoria knocked her to the opposite end. Spittle flew from her lips as she wallowed in the moment. And at some points the two cocks met and stayed in her, and that was a feeling of oneness, a sexual nirvana, never having known such fulfillment, thanking the gods for being made a woman to possess the capacity. He-Man and Fisto are both inside me, she thought to herself for a split-second, they know me most privately, things will never be the same! Oh, I could do this all day! But to prevent the event from being short lived, she made them switch sides. Fisto slipped his penis from her vagina and thrust it with some effort into her gaping back hole. He-Man, in turn, slid effortlessly into her through her wet cunt. It was now a completely different experience, with He-Man’s larger cock penetrating more deeply into her bosom, touching places where Fisto failed to reach. But Fisto was less of a strain on her already aching asshole, and she relished further in the size and shape of each, and in the different sensation of each within her various openings. It was like tasting two different fruit, each delightful in its own, indescribable way.

Their muscular bodies glistened with sweat as they continued to thrust into her, almost as one, making her moan and writhe between them, pleasure arching through her. She threw Fisto to his back, suddenly, pulling He-Man behind her, on her hands and knees, she thrust up and down, taking them in turns, taking in one while pulling from the other. They went to her rhythm, all three of them bent in the effort, and she smiled as He-Man finally exploded inside her. She could feel his warm cum filling her, mixing with her own bodily juices, dripping from between his legs. Then she came, just as Fisto filled her with his sweet juices.

She collapsed with them on the blankets and they lay there, together, the three of them, both of them encircling her and she resting her red haired head on Fisto's chest while holding He-Man's hands. She smiled, basking in the after-glow, satisfied beyond her wildest dreams. A peace came over her then as she lay in the bliss of what the three of them had done, and with that she fell fast asleep.

Teela awoke that morning, finding the two naked men on either side of her, their penises shriveled to the size of acorns, both snoring heavily. She smiled, knowing how she had satisfied them. But a great soreness emanated from between her legs. Dried cum clung to her pubic hair and ran down her inner thigh, and she felt it along the walls of her asshole, knowing how she would have to wash it out. She got to her feet feebly, and walked with a slight wobble to her clothes, wondering how she was going to explain this to her father. She also smelled like three people’s sweat and lots of cum. Oh well, she figured, it was worth it. Putting her jumpsuit back on was quite awkward, however, and just pulling her panties up made the soreness worse.

It was He-Man who broke her thoughts, rousing her with a soft kiss to the back of her neck, then kissing her cheek just as softly.

"So, which of us is the better lover, Teela?" he asked softly with a smile. She smiled back, knowing this would be a blow to his ego.

"Fisto is, He-Man, but you were a close second," she replied. "You have to proclaim, to all of Eternia, that Fisto is the better lover," she smiled. "And you have to clean his room and mine for a month...in my room, when you clean, you'll wear nothing but what I tell you to wear," she said sweetly.

His face fell a little, but then brightened a little.

“And what am I to wear?" he asked.

"Nothing...but a cute little pink apron," she smiled as she pulled it out from beneath the blankets. Fisto chuckled, seeing it and smiled even as He-Man looked at it in shock.

"This?"

"Um hmm."

Fisto laughed, unable to contain himself. "Well, think of it this way...maybe you'll end up cleaning up MORE than just her room," he said as he laughed. Teela tickled him, then pulled out another apron to match He-Man's.

"Oh, and you're to help him, Fisto… in nothing but this!" she replied, chuckling as he looked at it in shock, his head resting on her shoulder. He took it and looked to her.

"But, I won!"

"And this is how you're going to show you're a good sport and will help your friend through his month of cleaning," she smiled, relaxing between them.

"You're not serious!"

"Oh, I'm serious...and if you neglect your duty, I'll make you fuck me so hard you’ll be sore for a week, understood!" she said, once again throwing force into her voice.

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied softly, then kissed her. She looked up to the stars and thought...

"What a wonderful evening."

Dear Reader: It is with deepest regrets that I present this bawdy tale to you. Most sincerely I must profess, however, that I am not the author of said tale, but that though my own fingers typed it and my own mind fashioned it, it was rather a succubus who with beguiling and clever argument possessed my faculties and, completely beyond my control, had me both write and publish this to avail her own devious purpose, mainly, to corrupt the minds of all Internet dwellers. My only vestige of restraint enabled me, upon her exit from my body, to write this disclaimer so that all may be forewarned. And for this reason I say to you, do not read on further! Move thy mouse to the little “x” in the corner and leave your mind untainted. Continue browsing on to some other, innocent website. Thank you.

“Come on,” said Teela to her daughter. “It's about time you learned about sex!”

“But Mom...” said Rain, “don’t you think I am still too young?”

“Not at all,” her mother replied. “I started when I was sixteen. Look at you,” she added, gesturing to her daughter’s frail, yet shapely figure. “You’re a grown woman now! And the sooner you learn about sex, the better! It is important for an Eternian woman to be experienced sexually.”

“Yes, I know that, Mom.”

“You don’t want to show any weakness when confronted by the minions of Skeletor, do you?”

“I-I guess not.”

“And haven’t you been feeling those womanly urges when we’re in the showers?” “Yes, I sure want to have sex, but with whom?”

Teela smiled. “With your uncle Adam, of course! He volunteered to show you this afternoon.”

“Really?” the white-eyed girl replied enthusiastically. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do,” her mother said. “Your uncle loves you very much, and you are a very beautiful young woman.”

“Do you really think he’ll like me?”

“Of course I do.”

The dark skinned, white haired girl bit her lower lip worriedly. “But I am not sure what to do. What if I don’t please him? He is so much older and…”

“Rain,” her mother insisted, “you’ll do fine. I was nervous my first time too, but I learned how to fuck well. It’s no different than your combat training. With practice, you will become a master.”

She looked at her mother gleefully. But her fears were not yet alleviated. “Will it hurt?”

“Just a little, at first,” said Teela. “But then it will feel good. Now have you been practicing with your dildo the way I showed you?”

“Yes, mother. But I couldn’t get it all the way in.”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter, dear. The dildo is just for practice. You don’t have to get it in all the way. Besides, it’s too long. Your uncle is only seven inches,” she added with a smirk, “from what I remember.”

“OK,” said the girl confidently.

“Now take off your clothes. I hear him coming.”

“Alright,” said the sixteen year old nervously, slipping off her skin tight top and pants, leaving only her pink panties.

“Take it all off,” insisted Teela. “You don’t want Uncle Adam thinking you’re unwilling, do you?”

“Mom,” said Rain quietly, “can’t we wait just a little longer? I don’t know if I can do this.”

“No,” she said sternly. “It’s your sixteenth birthday and it is tradition for you to lose your virginity on this day. Everybody goes through this. Don’t worry. You’ll do fine.”

“OK,” said the girl reluctantly, pulling her stringy pink panties down to her knees, revealing the small, white tuft of hair nestled between her dark bronze thighs. She then looped the panties under her foot, handing it with her other clothes to her mother.

A handsome, blonde man entered the room then. He was wearing a purple vest and white, skin tight pants, showing off his hard, tone legs. He kissed Teela on the cheek upon embracing her, then turned a glance to the bed where Rain was sitting impatiently, little feet dangling.

“So, this is your big day?” said Adam smiling.

“I guess so,” she replied innocently, turning slightly away.

“Where is my kiss?” said he to her.

She smiled and ran up to him, arms around his broad shoulders. He held her by the waist and pecked her on the cheek with his lips, pausing, then proceeded to thrust his tongue into her mouth. She did not resist, but let her tongue and his loll in each other’s mouths. She had never kissed him like that before, but enjoyed it, considering it a prelude of things to come.

“Are you nervous?” he asked lovingly, lifting her up in his arms like a weightless doll, her legs hugging his waist.

“No,” she said with a certain tone. “Not at all.” But in fact, she was not so certain.

“Good,” he replied, reaching for his vest, but Teela was already helping him remove it. The girl’s mother then helped him with his tights. Adam was not wearing any underwear, so his penis, half erect, popped from under its covering. It was not much of a surprise to the girl, who was born blind, or to Teela, who was accustomed to being nude with him, for communal nudity was common in the Royal Palace. But never had his penis felt so big and stiff, and Rain fondled it between her slender fingers, sliding the doughy foreskin back and forth across the tougher, inner skin, with a craving look on her childish face as though it were forbidden fruit. As Teela had predicted, when the time would come to act, her daughter would not hesitate.

Adam looked into her all-white eyes, hovering his nude, great strong body over the tender young woman’s. “Do you want your mother to stay, or to leave us alone?”

“I don’t mind… really,” said she.

“Would you like me to stay and watch?” asked her mother. “In case you need my help?”

“I think I’ll be OK, Mom.”

“Good luck, then, dear. Make me proud! I’ll be waiting out in the hall if you need me.”

“OK, Mom. Don’t worry.”

Teela pulled the curtains closed, dimming the morning light, than slowly walked through the bedroom door, leaving it slightly ajar. Rain, alone now with her handsome uncle, sighed heavily. Adam lay beside her, his hard side inches from her soft, bare flesh, only his battle-worn finger dipping across her tapering rib cage, from rib to rib, feeling the warmth of her body, watching the sweat roll down her mid-section, hearing her chest rise and fall with each strained breath.

“Rain,” he whispered. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I won’t force you.”

“No,” she replied. “I want you to. I really do. I can’t wait to feel you inside me!”

He smiled, caressing her stomach, playing with the belly button between her jutting hip bones, sliding his hand to cup her small breast.

She lay on her back tense, quivering with eagerness. “That feels good,” she said with trembling lips.

“Why are you shaking?”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“It’s alright. Just relax,” he murmured. “Let me do everything.”

“Oh, I want you to,” she said almost pleading. “I want you to do everything to me, everything you want. Please.”

“I love your hair,” he toned, running his fingers through her fleecy white hair, smelling it. “It’s so soft.”

“Tell me,” said she, “am I beautiful? I have never seen me.”

“Oh, oh so very beautiful. I am very happy to be with such a woman.”

She nearly giggled. “But you have been with so many… what if my body isn’t pleasing to you?”

“There is nothing wrong with your body. It is pleasing enough for me just to see it, and touch it, and to share it with you, that is a dream worthy of any king.”

“OK!” she sighed. “I am ready!”

Adam got up on his knees, scooting in front of her, then pushed her feet back against her buttocks with her knees bent up. “Alright,” he said, “you’re going to need to spread your legs just a little bit.”

“Sorry, I am just used to them folded.”

“Just relax,” he said in a soothing tone, sliding his fingers between her legs, parting them. “Now,” he teased, “let’s take a look at that pretty little place you got there,” fingering the area round her snow-white pubic hair.

She giggled.

“Nice and soft,” he said, pressing his finger against the hairy nub just above her opening. He then moved lower, examining her tightly pressed lips closely, ever so softly brushing the well-shut crease with the tip of his finger.

“Oow!” she wailed, arching up on her elbows with a sudden but brief convulsion.

“How did that feel?”

“Sorry…,” she said again.

“Don’t be sorry. Just tell me how it felt.”

“Well,” she replied with a pause, “you know that explosion you sometimes get in your mouth when you first eat chocolate?”

“Yes.”

“It was like that… but… down there… and in my whole body.”

“And did you like that?”

“Yes!” she hissed. “No one has ever touched me there before.”

Slowly he continued sliding his index finger up and down her slit, till her muscles loosed and she started breathing more easily. With that he dared push deeper, carefully parting her nether lips.

She whelped like a puppy, convulsing once more, sweat drenching her body. “Oh,

I’m so wet…”

“It’s alright,” he assured her. “It’s perfectly natural.”

“But I’m soo wet. Are you sure this is normal? This has never happened to me before. I’m so embarrassed!”

Indeed, her soft white pussy was growing damp. “Do you have to pee, Rain?”

“No,” she murmured. “I-I don’t think so.”

“OK then,” he said, continuing to play with her moist clit. All the while, he pressed his face up against her stomach, smelling the scent of her sweat, the odor of her excitement. Ever so delicately, then, he tasted the wetness gushing from her feminine cavity, enveloping whole with lips and tongue that mixture of perspiration and lubricating vaginal oil, licking that dew from her all-white hairs, adding his saliva to the mix.

“I can’t!” she cried suddenly, her hips shaking uncontrollably. “I can’t stand it any longer! Stick it in me! Stick it all in me, now! This wait is agony! Please, uncle!”

“Get ready, then,” he replied, moving his long, hard shaft inches from her fresh, soaking pussy, sliding back the foreskin to uncover his throbbing head. It then dawned on him that he was quite thrilled to fuck his little niece, a moment he had been awaiting for sixteen years. He remembered with fondness how he had watched her grow from a child he held on his lap, to the attractive young woman she was now. He recalled how when they would spend time together, innocently without clothing, she would sometimes get too close, and he would have to push her away though she did not understand why. But now he was free to take her, to be as close to her as an uncle could be, and with a slow movement of his hips he pushed the round tip of his penis through the walls of her lower body.

“Oh my Goddess!” she cried, biting her lower lip, squeezing her eyes shut, “is that it?”

“Yes,” he said, working the head in, watching as her tiny lips stretched to accommodate his huge cock.

“It hurts!” she said moaning.

“That’s just because you’re tight. But you will loosen up. Just a little bit more,” he said, slowly forcing the remainder of his six inches passed her frothy lips, deep inside her.

She wailed again. “I can feel it all up in me… is that you? Its so warm…”

“That’s it,” he said, “it’s in. Now was that so bad?”

“No,” she whimpered.

“Now I am just going to move it in and out,” he continued. “Lift your back a little bit,” he added, sliding his hands beneath her smooth, soft ass. She did so, raising her hips to meet his crotch, and then he began driving her so that she thrashed and hissed dizzily with pleasure.

Wrapping her legs around him with her feet against his back, the whole of her lower self curving upward to join and become one with him, the two continued to fuck.

“Oh yes!” she hissed, her head bobbing up and down, her white locks whipping about. “I never knew it could be like this! That I could feel this way!”

“How does it feel?” he groaned.

“Sooo good,” she replied with a moan. “Am I-Am I doing it right?”

“Yes,” he said, “just keep your hips up, lift yourself to meet me just like that, yes, that’s it.” He then took her by the ankles and spread her legs apart. “You’re doing just fine.”

For several minutes more he pounded her small, pear-shaped nub, her excreting juice wetting his deeply penetrating member so that the dipping in and out of her became a smooth, effortless ride, during which time there was not a fiber of her nude, slippery body not engrossed with pleasure. It was overwhelming, her sense of touch swallowing her every other, drowning her in sensations popping across her skin from that central organ between her legs where Adam’s penis had invaded, what was once most privately hers, and now, the part of her he completely dominated. But for such an act of sheer ecstasy, she would have gladly given herself up a complete slave to his every whim and fetish.

Finally, when it seemed it could feel no better, when she had reached that peak of overflowing, an explosion came from her sweet genitalia with shockwaves sending her every limb and hair thrashing. With that it seemed, all the tension in her body was released, and she lay back loose and blissful.

“What was that?” she asked upon catching her breath.

“You had an orgasm,” he answered, slipping out of her.

In that moment, Rain’s mother, Teela, entered the room. “How was it, honey?”

“Oh, Mom, it was great!”

“I know. I could hear you across the hall,” she said with a smile.

“Was I really that loud?” asked Rain timidly.

“Oh yeah,” said Adam snickering, cock still hard and swollen in his hands.

“How did I do?” she asked him, sitting up.

“For a first time, you did wonderfully,” he replied.

“Did you orgasm?” she asked him.

“No,” he said. “You finished too soon.”
“Oh, Adam,” added Teela, “sure you don’t want me to help with that?”

“No, I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“No imposition at all!” she replied, slipping off her pants beneath which was her own cunt, hot and wet, and ready. “Besides,” said she, “I kind of got turned on listening to you two!”

With that, Teela joined Adam and Rain, sitting with legs folded on the bed. He placed his hands all down her sides to her rounded bosom, tasting her lips, then with eager penis he pushed his way easily into the more experienced woman. And there beside the young teen, mother and Adam frolicked, hands and legs tangling into a single, odiferous mesh of flesh. Skillfully the older Teela mounted him, shifting her hips, gyrating her frame rhythmically to match his thrusting, and all the while he thought to himself how pleasant the tough skinned and more athletic woman was compared to Rain, though Rain was equally pleasing in a different, more innocent way. But unlike she with whom he had dominance, Teela was aggressive, sometimes clamping him between her thighs, often hissing and biting and scratching his brawny back till bits of skin filed under her fingernails. Truly she was the expert, and Rain marveled at how her mother handled him. But the event was short lived, and Adam having spent his endurance on daughter and mother, emptied his seed in climax, and with that, realized in waking suddenly and alone, the profit and expense of the abysmal delights of Nis.

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