Planet Of Gold

1.Reality Distortion

Within one of the most hidden bed-chambers in the central hub of Stardust Station Jaranian Stardust and Clarissa Silver were busy having sex. Accompanied by the customary grunts and moans, they made love passionately and intensely. The woman was more than a head taller and more massive than the man, even though there was little fat on her athletic body. The man was slender, athletic and lithe, marked by his blue skin and pointed ears as a member of the mysterious ethar race.

The couple came together, kissing each other passionately as they did so. "We should do this more often," the woman said, when the orgasm began to fade from her body. The man smiled, for he completely agreed with her, but the pressures of the business of running the Station got into the way more often than not. They caressed each other, then Clarissa suddenly stiffened. "What is it my love?" Jaranian asked with genuine concern.

"I sense a disturbance in the fabric of reality," she replied. Clarissa's arcane senses were even more acute than her lovers, for she was not the tall human she appeared to be, but a full-blooded dragon of great power. She was also the first person on Stardust Station to rush towards any dangerous situation.

Jaranian began to feel the magical energy himself. There was something distinctly unpleasant about it. No wonder his lover had been alarmed. Clarissa had already disappeared into the bathroom. She returned wearing a short dress held at her waist by a belt carrying a pistol and a sword and a pair of high-heeled boots reaching to the middle of her calves. Curly black hair framed her cat-like eyes and full red lips. A close inspection would have revealed her shape to be too perfect for a human being.

She walked into the business area, were she had met Jard and picked up the box that contained her next assignment as a mercenary. Clarissa did most of the missions that brought much money into the Station. The ethar followed her, caring little for his nudity, like most of his race. "What are you going to do?" he asked. "I am going to check out myself, what is going on," she replied. "Wouldn't using a crystal ball be safer?" he asked.

"I have to see with my own eyes," she said. Jaranian knew better than to press the issue. The senses of dragons were even more acute than those of his people and not even magical scrying could reproduce the information that they could perceive. He sighed and remembered he had to dress before meeting another human being. Why the hell did they get so worked up about nudity?

Clarissa made her way through the corridors of the Station, trying the most direct route towards the magic, she had sensed. There was a distinctly demonic feel to the presence. It had to be quite hostile.

Not as directly hostile as the shots fired at Clarissa. She dived behind the next corner and felt the searing heat of the melting rays barely miss her. Drawing her own gun, she looked at the holes they had made into the steel. There was no telling if the weapons had actually burned through the ethar crystal structure beneath. Clarissa tapped her wrist communicator and said: "Melter attack at section bravo five."

Without waiting for an answer, she turned around the corner and shot three armed people with great precision. Clarissa knew they were dead, but their bodies did not drop to the floor, even though their weapons did. She heard the first airlocks seal. Time seemed to stand still. The woman shifted her perception towards more arcane senses.

There was an artificial wormhole dangerously near the station, even dangerously near the place were Clarissa was. She looked for the way towards the next airlock. It was right through the most threatened area. The woman sighed and began to run. The corridor around her started to be dragged towards the wormhole. Steel groaned under terrible stress. Bolts were torn out of the walls. Clarissa realised that she was just beyond the ethar core of the Station.

There was a hiss, indicating that air was beginning to drain away. Almost unconsciously the skin of Clarissa turned into silvery scales. Wings grew from her back. She used them against the thinning air to accelerate her movement. Shoes turned into claws, which dug into the tortured steel. The distance towards the slowly closing airlock seemed to increase, while the corridor was dragged away from it.

Clarissa realised, even her draconic senses were being deceived. She began to call upon the magic that was the heritage of her species. Some of it seemed to drain away into the wormhole. Suddenly the steel of the corridor was torn and the decompression became explosive. The dragon-woman was hurled against a steel stay. She hooked her clawed feet on it and hurled herself towards the airlock.

The air still strove to drag her back, but her momentum and her wings were stronger this time. She managed to grab the edge of the door and hurl herself in, just before the opening became too small to allow her dragon-woman bulk through. She took one last breath from the fading air. Clarissa closed her eyes and let her lungs empty very slowly, avoiding any movement, while the door towards the vacuum closed painfully slowly.

Finally air streamed into the chamber and Clarissa shifted back into her human form. A sense of alarm made her draw her sword, while the door on the other side of the airlock opened far more quickly than the outer door had closed.

She was attacked by several lesser demons and sliced them to pieces, making her way into the room behind the door. For all her size, the woman was extremely fast and the minor demons, squat dog-like creatures with terrible claws on their feet and large pointed teeth in the mouths were too dumb to avoid their doom.

The assault stopped as suddenly as it had begun. The corpses of the creatures already fading into black mists as they returned to their diabolic home. There was an evil chuckle. "Such effort for so little gain," a malevolent voice mocked. Clarissa turned towards it, to see a larger demon, a creature roughly humanoid in outline, with bat-like wings and surrounded by a cloak of flames. The creature was nude and the leering expression in its face was unmistakable.

The flames around it gathered and a stream of them moved towards Clarissa. She turned into her draconic shape once more, taking a deep breath. When she breathed out, the cone in front of her mouth was frozen to absolute zero. The flames flickered and died. A layer of frost condensated on the chest of the demon. Clarissa darted forward and ripped its head off. Then she returned her human form and stabbed the creature's black heart with her sword.

Not a moment to soon. The flames were already beginning to cloak the fiend once more, but instead it collapsed to the ground. Clarissa remembered something and shifted towards her arcane senses. She found the black cord and cut it with her sword. The demon died forever and its body fell to the ground without dissipating back into its hellish home.

Clarissa turned to the wormhole and began to channel her magic into destroying it. She felt the support from another wizard and knew it had to be Jaranian. The magic failed too quickly. "We must have killed the circle of magicians that created this gate," the voice of the ethar said through her communicator. "Considering that they created a gate to the Infinite Abyss," quoth Clarissa, "that may not be a bad thing. I have a body of a demon here."

 

A tall blonde woman bent over the shape of the last of the magicians, who had been part of the magical circle, which had created the gate near Stardust Station. He was also dead. Thirty-two good mages had died and the invasion of the station had failed. It had been strangely elusive to find and even harder to reach. There must be powerful magical wards. Lillian sighed and left the dark room through a small door.

It was the long way back to her implacable master, who would not be pleased at this turn of events. Lillian wondered what he would do to her. She knew the twisted minds of demons and the tortures of the Abyss too well. She had unleashed both on her enemies more than once. The thought of being on the suffering end did not please her at all.

The woman bowed her head, when she approached her master, a three metre tall demon with a fat belly and a canine face. "Only one real demon made it through and the wormhole did not damage the integrity of the station," she said. "We have failed." A rough finger from a clawed hand raised her head to look up at the face of the demon. "Those acolytes were inadequate," the creature said in a deep sinister voice. "It is a shame we were not able to recruit better help."

With his free hand the demon removed the girdle of the black velvet robe, which was the woman's only garment. "You are not going to do that to me," she said, feeling how meek she sounded next to the demon's bulk. "You agreed to serve me," the creature said. Lillian felt its abysmal heat, its weight and its terrible magical power, which seemed less to her than she remembered. He lifted her up effortlessly. The robe fell back, revealing her slender shapely body.

"Spread your legs," he said with an almost gentle voice. The woman felt there was something she should be doing, but instead Lillian followed his command. Strong arms moved her into position and the creature took her roughly, like a beast. Yet she felt herself becoming excited and she came violently while he was in her. The creature was far from done however and continued for what felt like a long time.

Finally the demon's black sperm was spread over her face and breasts, the robe had disappeared somewhere in the darkness. "I know what demon children do to their mortal mothers," she said. "You are not pregnant," the creature said. Lilian realised her anus was hurting. She tried to get up, but fell on her smeared face. The woman grit her teeth, waiting for the mockery of the fiend.

The creature stepped back instead. Lilian turned on her back. Her legs had melded together and were wrapped in the skin of a serpent. What was happening? The serpents tail grew and her arms split. Those limbs felt suddenly strangely familiar. Lillian turned around and rose on her serpents tail. Six hands on six arms grasped at the air. She turned to the other demon with serpentine eyes. "Come here," she hissed.

The fat demon tried to get away, but Lillian was on him with the speed of a vengeful fiend. "Who is the boss now?" she asked, hugging her to her belly with her six arms and the inhuman strength of a demon. The serpent's tail wrapped around his body. She regarded the weak and fat creature contemptuously. Lillian squeezed him brutally with her serpents tail, slowly squeezing him to death like a constricting serpent, while she kissed him and pinned his mouth with fanged teeth to stifle his pathetic groans and screams.

She was the general, the mastermind. It was her plan to conquer a part of real space and that creature would no longer stand in her way with his incompetence and weakness. Lillian had to find a way to return to her human shape.

 

Jaranian bent over the shape of the demon. He was not very surprised, that Clarissa knew how to permanently slay one of those creatures. The body of the creature here belonged to a a demon of medium rank. It was powerful enough to be a serious threat, but not necessarily to him or Clarissa. He was more worried about the fact that the gate had appeared awfully near Stardust Station, just outside the wards of the core. Who had found them and why would they bother?

 

Several of the Dryntakar top executives wondered about the woman, who went with them. She was tall and slender, wearing typical dress of a business woman. A closer inspection revealed, that her dress was some centimetres to short, her blouse unbuttoned one button too many, her stockings strapless, her heels a bit too high and her makeup a bit too erotic. Yet she moved with the secure confidence of one, who belonged here.

Had the men looked one step closer, they might have noticed that her eyes were strangely reptilian and there was something strangely serpent-like in her gait. She entered the room of the board and there was indeed a place reserved for her. When she sat down, her skirt slid upwards a bit more and she crossed her legs, knowing several of the men would see. Lillian carefully observed their reactions.

Most of the meeting was about the mundane business of the Dryntakar Corporation, which Lillian understood, but had little part in. She was a war leader. Finally the boss concluded the meeting. He came close to the woman and said something to her softly in the language of demons, which made her smile. Aloud he pointed out two men and said: "I believe you have business with our lovely new colleague." Lilian saw his diabolic smile as he turned away.

"Follow me," she said. The men did so eagerly, as she had anticipated, until they were in the chamber indicated by the demon lord. She stood in front of them, her legs apart, her curves revealed to them. "Please," one of them moaned. "I can't hold back much longer, but we can't just..." Lillian turned to them and smiled charmingly. "Take me," she said gently. "Of course you can. You are men." She took off her blazer.

One of the men grabbed her ass and squeezed it. "You are as hot as you look," he said. "More so than you know," she said lasciviously. Lillian took off her blouse, beneath which she was nude. One of the men took her from behind, noticing she was not wearing anything below her dress either. Soon the other joined. They took her hard and with great lust, as she had hoped they would.

Soon both came and crumbled to dust, as she absorbed their live and souls. Playfully she changed into her demon form to disperse the dust with her serpent's tail. Those men had only been appetizers. The main course was still waiting for her.

 

Clarissa was trying to prepare for the Job she had been given, stealing information from a Dryntakar convoy without arousing too much attention, but her mind kept on wandering back towards the demon attack. She watched the soldiers of her own private army train for some time, but she would have to go without them this time. The woman sighed and finally turned on her video communicator to speak with her lover.

After the greetings and endearments, she asked: "Why would they bother to attack us?" The ethar shrugged and said: "Maybe they think you are related to Goldfire. That is assuming the attackers are connected with Dryntakar. I am more worried about how they found us here. Stardust Station is in the middle of nowhere, away from any inhabited system and even the light of a sun."

"Not all of the mercenaries are like me," Clarissa said. "I would not be surprised if some of them maintain relations with demons. One of them may have given us away or even provided the arcane anchor, when they found its identity. They must be preparing for something big. I really wonder, why they gave themselves away."

"I suspect they did not expect their magic to be heavily resisted. Only very few people in Corporate Space realise that I am an ethar. They think I have just been modified to look a bit alien. I hope we will know more when you return from your mission." Clarissa suspected the request had been penned by Jaranian or his ethar superiors. She decided to rest before going into space.