Virgin Encounter (Magic Juice 1) (3 page)

The reality couldn’t have been more
different.

The planet was covered with opulent
vegetation. Trees painted the landscapes in lush green tones, and
hills rose along the coastlines of the sea.

Pretty place, Concordia
thought.
Never thought that Maaron 5 would
be so different in reality.

The landing of the Lioness caused the
shuttle to bump. Concordia realized that the moment of truth had
arrived … She was going to face the Krypts! Eye to eye! Her
heart started dancing tango to the orchestral beats of some villain
theme from a famous sci-fi movie that echoed in her head.

Ohmygod! This is it! I’m on Maaron 5! The
Krypts are coming to get me! What will I do? Gosh I hope they won’t
violate me! And I’m getting arrhythmia in the middle of all
this!

Somebody opened the door of the Lioness from
the outside. A dark and deep voice began yelling.

"Crew of the red vessel! You and your
belongings are now the property of the Krypt Empire—"

The Krypt Empire? I had no idea the savages
had built an empire!

"Come out at once and let yourselves be
seen!"

The voice was so deep, it sounded as if it
came from a well.

Concordia was hesitant. The voice gave her
goosebumps and made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

"Crew of the red vessel!" the voice said
again. "This is your last chance. If you don’t comply, we will open
fire!"

Concordia sighed. She had no other choice
but to face her destiny if she wanted to get out of here alive.

"I’m coming!" she shouted. "Hold your
fire!"

The first steps were the hardest. She
approached the exit door and peeped outside. The sun shone directly
into her eyes. She couldn’t see anything but the silhouettes of
tall broad-shouldered men who stood in a circle.

Concordia put her hand over her eyes to
protect them from the light. She made the first step, then the
second, then the third, her heart twisting in arrhythmic
convulsions. Outside, the light was unusually strong. Concordia
remembered that Maaron 5 had two suns shining on it, creating an
excessive amount of light and heat. The men approached her. Her
eyes were still getting used to the light, making it impossible to
look up and see their faces.

Suddenly, a wide and strong hand appeared
out of nowhere, grabbing her shoulder.

"Huh!" Concordia was startled. She turned
around, trying to see the face of the man who the hand belonged
to.

"Here," he said in his deep voice. "You can
use these."

The man handed her a pair of sunglasses. She
recognized the voice. It was the same one that ordered her to leave
her vessel.

"Put them on. The light on our planet is too
strong for outsiders."

The man was right. It was a lot easier to
keep her eyes open with dark sunglasses. She put them on, holding
her head down. The first thing she noticed about the man were his
old shabby dark brown leather boots and pants. She looked up,
catching a glimpse of the man’s midriff and a shockingly large
bulge between his legs.

"Oh, good grace!" Concordia thought. "His
cock and ball sack must be gigantic!"

The narrow leather pants sat tightly around
his hips and legs, emphasizing not only his huge bulge, but also
his perturbingly emphasized muscles and his well-formed hips.

"So far, so good," Concordia thought.

She continued to examine this man, unaware
the he was examining her with equal curiosity. He wore a belt full
of knives and strange looking tools. His upper body was cladded in
a tight black leather jacket, which was obviously the uniform the
Krypts wore. His shoulders were wide, and the muscles around his
arms were like tree trunks.

Concordia’s eyes settled on the man’s face.
It was furry, sort of like an ape’s, but his eyes resembled those
of a human. They were dark and clear, and yet they had something
dangerous and wild about them. They were obviously human eyes, but
the person behind them had many strange animalistic traits, and
possibly desires.

The man was a Krypt. A real Krypt. There was
no doubt about it.

"Is there anyone else on board of your
vessel?" he asked.

"No," Concordia said. "Just me."

The man ogled her from top to bottom.

"What are you doing out here alone?"

"My shuttle drifted off
from the course. I got lost in the Krypt territory by accident.
Hey, if you want to trade goods
—"

"Silence!" the man commanded. "No talks
about trade. You didn’t come here to trade."

"No, I came here by accident—"

"According to our laws, you belong to us
now. I’m the one in charge. I say what you can and can’t do."

Concordia’s eye darted left and right. Fear
filled every pore on her skin. This Krypt had a way of going from
hot to cold, from caring to bossy within a blink of the eye. He was
too threatening for her to dare express protest. She didn’t have
many options for maneuvering when it came to putting herself in
position of power. And more so, she wasn’t sure if it would be a
wise move to even try.

She looked around. Two other Krypts were
standing in the circle around her. They were all without exception
tall, muscular and furry. Among them she felt weak, in need of
protection. The suns on the sky shone mercilessly. She needed water
and food.

"Are you hungry?" the man asked, as if he
read her thoughts.

"Yes, in fact I am."

"We have food in our cave. It will be dark
here soon. Twilight comes fast to this planet."

He raised his head suddenly and became very
serious. His body took on a formal, almost solemn appearance.

"I’m the chief of our tribe," he said.
"Everyone here obeys my orders. You can call me Lenny."

"I’m Concordia. Nice to meet you."

"Concordia? Is that your only
designation?"

"Concordia Shagger is my full name."

"I see. Follow me, Concordia Shagger. Unless
you wish to stay out here and be eaten by the coyotes in the
night."

***

The Krypt had been right—twilight fell fast
on this planet.

It was almost dark when they reached the
entrance of the cave. There was nothing on the walls except
torches, and no furniture except for the stools that were arranged
in a circle around the fire. One of the Krypts was roasting a large
animal. He looked up when the unknown human woman came in, but he
wasn’t surprised to see her. As if he already knew she was
coming.

"Sit there by the fire," Lenny ordered,
pointing to the stool on the right. "You will now eat."

Concordia sat down. She looked around,
noticing that most of the Krypts were busy with their duties, but
secretly, they were giving her strange looks. It was unbecoming.
This entire situation was completely insane. How did her vessel go
off the course? And why did it drift off into the Krypt territory?
First she discovers that her fiancé is cheating on her with her
best friend, then she ends up getting lost in the forbidden
territory, and then the Krypts catch her. This was horrible!

Life is so unfair! Argh!

The only thing that remained was to hope
that there would be a meaningful end to all this. An end that gave
her joy and hopefully delight … if this was the forbidden
territory, then let the fruit she was to eat be forbidden all the
way.

Lenny sat beside her.

"Here," he said, offering her a plate with a
large portion of meat and potatoes. "Eat it. It’s venison. And
here’s water for you."

He put down a wooden cup filled to the brim
with water.

"It’s made of wood," Concordia said.

"What is?"

"The cup. I’ve never seen a wooden cup
before."

"There will be a few things around here
you’ve never seen before."

Concordia’s eyes instantly fell on Lenny’s
enormous bulge. If there was one thing she had never seen was the
size of it. She blushed. The government on her home planet
prohibited her from thinking sexual thoughts about the Krypts. As a
matter of fact, she wasn’t allowed at all to think about the Krypts
as potential mating partners or to be thinking about the Krypts at
all. It was absolutely illegal for humans to mate with them.
Concordia was well aware of the law.

Up to the point when she’d arrived on Maaron
5 she believed the dogma she had been taught. She hated the Krypts
like everyone else. But they turned out to be so different, much
different than she had expected. They didn’t exactly welcome her to
their planet, but they weren’t hostile either. Now they gave her
food to eat and water to drink. It was all strange and frightening,
but exciting too.

She looked over to Lenny. He was chewing on
his meat zestfully. There was something frightening about him,
about his furry body, about his enormous muscles and his dark eyes
filled with secret desires. At the same time, there was something
exciting about him too. He was so completely different from all the
men Concordia had ever known—unsure if she should call him a man,
because after all, he was a Krypt. Just some hours ago, she was
still engaged to Perry who turned out to be shifty and a cheater.
Lenny didn’t seem like Perry at all. He was domineering and at the
same time protective. He even gave her sunglasses to protect her
eyes, but he sure made clear who was the boss around here!

Concordia felt an itch in the warm place
between her groins. The feeling was unexpected and it startled
her.

"What is going on with me?" she wondered.
"Am I feeling attracted to him?"

She put her plate down on the floor beside
her feet.

"You don’t want to eat anymore?" Lenny
said.

"I’m not hungry, thank you."

Lenny nodded. He finished his own food.

"Are you ready to go to sleep?"

"That would be good," Concordia said.

"Follow me," Lenny said, standing up.

They walked through an empty hall
illuminated only by torches. In the glow of the fire, Concordia
noticed that the walls and the ceiling had a blue shine.

"What is this blue shine?" she said.

"The walls of this cave are fluorescent.
That’s why the walls glow blue."

"Why don’t you have electric light in
here?"

"We like it this way, human. Not everyone
wants the comforts of your race."

They made a turn to the
right and entered a chamber. The chamber was as spartan as the rest
of the cave. Apart from a bed that clearly distinguished it as a
bedroom, a few chairs, and what seemed to be a cupboard, the room
was empty. The sheen coming from the torches flickered in
darkness.
Were this not the Krypt
territory, I’d consider it romantic!

Concordia saw that the bed was covered with
fur. She looked at Lenny.

"Do you go hunting?"

"Yes, of course I do. You wouldn’t have had
food today if I didn’t go hunting."

"Whose room is this?"

"It’s for you. You’ll be sleeping here from
now on. I normally sleep at the entrance or out in the woods, but
while you’re here, I’ll be sleeping with you."

Concordia felt panic.

"No, no, I don’t want to be sleeping with
you. Can I please sleep alone?"

Lenny looked at her with narrow eyes and a
crooked smile.

"You will sleep where I tell you to. Are you
afraid of me?"

Concordia became pale. She was trying to
hide her fear and appear brave, but she was petrified. Sleeping
with the enemy? Never!

Lenny took his leather jacket off,
presenting his muscular furry upper body, and walked a few steps
towards Concordia. With one swing, he lifted her from the ground
and carried her over to his bed.

"You will be my bride," he said greedily,
his eyes bursting with fire. "I’ve been wanting a woman for me for
a long time. You came just at the right moment."

"But I don’t want to be your bride! Let me
go!"

Concordia tried to push him off her, but he
was stronger. No amount of pushing and shoving could move that mass
of meat.

Lenny grabbed her by the wrists and nailed
her arms down on the bed.

"You do want me, and how you want me," he
said, flashing his white teeth. "Do you think I didn’t notice the
way you were looking at me, the way you were staring at my bulge?
Do you really think a man like me wouldn’t notice the crave and the
desire in the eyes of a woman?"

"Those are all lies," Concordia cried,
unwilling to admit her weakness.

"Are they?" Lenny grinned, shoving his face
into hers.

As much as she wriggled and moved, she
couldn’t fight herself free from his grip. His hands were wide,
covering almost her entire lower arm. She could smell the scent of
his body, a potent mix of leather and musky fur. It was dangerously
attractive, inviting, tempting, seductive. It was like no other
scent she had ever sensed, and it made her head spin with
desire.

She raised her head and bit his shoulder as
hard as she could. Her teeth dug into his soft fur, reaching the
surface of his skin.

"Oh, my goodness," Concordia thought. "He
tastes as good as he smells."

"Ouch!" Lenny shouted. "That hurt! Look at
you, you wild beast! You’re not only sexy, you’re also sassy!"

Lenny looked down at Concordia’s breasts.
They were voluptuous and round, like ripe melons. Her whole body
was voluptuous and curvy, like that of Venus. He imagined what it
would be like to squeeze them in his hands, knead them, lick their
nipples. His cock hardened at the thought.

He looked at Concordia’s face. It was sweet
and innocent on one hand and feisty on the other. She would be fun
to own and satisfy his darkest desires with.