Die Rittern

Howdy. I'm Pulse and this is my tale, "Die Rittern." At first, the parts were each gonna get their own thread, but it looks like that's not how things are done here, so I just went ahead and made this one where all subsequent parts will be housed. And I'm reposting the first two parts here as well!

Enjoy!

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DIE RITTERN

PART ONE

Includes futa-on-female

“Attention!”

“Hup!”

The four cadets stood at full-attention, hands at their caps in salute. They wore the blues and greys of the Copulus Space Navy. Full dress attire meant that they were in buttoned jackets, jackets that had to be unbuttoned about halfway down to contain their incredible busts, jackets that molded around the thickness of their nipples easily, that showed off glistening tit-shelves. They were perfectly formed, as were all the members of the Copulus Space Navy. No. Not just perfectly formed. They were perfect.

Jana stood in the center-left of the arrangement, deeply tanned, all of her dark hair gathered up under her cap. She was incredibly proud of the golden rooster pinned on her left breast, the cock that would get a white trail today. Her nose, a small, button-like slope, sits above bee-stung lips prettily. She watches the Commodore with extreme interest. Her pants are already tight from looking at the busty officer. Her mouth waters. She has to swallow. Repeatedly.

Commodore Andrea Toss is naked from the waist-down. She stands on a podium and two pretty blondes, young blondes, service her. One of the girls, her pert, pink nipples already erect as she kneels, parts the commodore's asscheeks and wriggles her tongue in there, making sure to get it wet, to taste all of the officer's delicious musk. The other kneels in front, filling her mouth with so much meat, her nostrils flaring as she bobs hungrily, drooling profusely, jerking what of that throbbing staff she can't get into her mouth. The commodore's jacket is cut in two places, perfect circles around lush nipples, nipples that are pierced with golden medallions.

The commodore's concentration never fails, even when she cums so much that the second blonde's eyes roll up into her head and fresh spunk rockets out of her nostrils. The commodore's erection never fails, either.

“You are graduating today!” the commodore announces. “You are joining the ranks of the elite, the Copulus Space Navy's officers, as ensigns. You know the mission of the Space Navy: to recivilize the worlds once lost to us and bring them back to the Copulus Empire. It is a mission of righteousness! A mission which you are expected to serve with all your hearts!”

Watching the commodore's nipples begin to leak milk is getting Jana stiff, not to mention the sound of noisy cocksucking, the sight of those two beautiful slavewhores—Albian girls, Jana thinks—and the odd, sex-stink o