Male Jumper

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A warrior princess sets out on an adventure into space.
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Part 1 of the 6 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 07/06/2018
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This is a rewrite of a story series I submitted last year. If you like the art, please let me know.

Long ago when humans first spread through the galaxy, a planet was discovered at the edge that was considered habitable but too far from everything to really bother. Though people did settle there, it never prospered or got the attention of others. Galactic wars raged, punctuated by bouts of peace and nobody thought they were important enough to get involved. Neglected or forgotten, it seemed as though the people of this world preferred their isolation. The language, culture and social structures evolved into something unrecognizable to the main stream galactic citizenry. Genetically, they were very much human, but they had been separated for so long they no longer felt any bond to the rest of humanity. They mistrusted outsiders so much that they would attack and kill any visitors no matter how benign their intentions.

The geography was quite simple only one habitable continent the size of Earth's Africa. About 90% of the population lived there which led to a fairly homogenous culture. The planet was ruled by an oligarchy of the wealthiest families. There was an assembly of roughly 1000 members and a council of 30 who held the real power. It was a strictly matriarchal society with men forming the second class. Males were not allowed to receive advanced military training, nor hold any decision making position in the government. Only 10% of the males were allowed reproductive rights having passed a review of their genetic background. Only in the recent 100 years did they start using vasectomies instead of castration to control unauthorized baby making. Birth control was strictly limited by the government with severe penalties for unauthorized use which of course led to a booming black market. All men were required to shave their heads and body hair as a sign of subservience to women. Society was dominated by the warrior class which abhorred any form of deviance from the norm. Because of this, all contact with the galaxy was extremely limited. Only a small group of educated males were allowed to study the galactic language and culture. Though not illegal, women were discouraged from showing interest in barbarian society. Contact with Galactics was limited to twice yearly trips to the nearest space station.

The story begins in the capital city with a young warrior woman named Wind Jumper. She was convalescing from a training accident. Though she was recovered enough to return to duty, her superiors had kept her deskbound. She spent her time doing tedious office work in military headquarters.

"This is male work! Dull and repetitious." She thought to herself as she leafed through another report on metal production levels.

"I'll be damned if I let them think I'm willing to grow roots in this steaming pile of shit." She said as she got up and walked to the door.

"Wind Jumper, the boss said..." her officemate looked up worried.

"Stuff it Ground Biter." She snarled as she walked out.

She needed some fresh air to purge herself of the taint of bureaucracy. The building not only housed the military headquarters, but the intelligence agency also. She took a short cut through the spook's wing towards the huge court yard in the center of the building. Dressed in the tight combat suit of the elite air forces, she caused a bow wave of lower status drones trying to get out of her way in the crowded main hallway. She carried a curved short sword signifying her belonging to a group that was allowed to carry weapons at all times and duty bound to use it to avenge any insults to her dignity. She was tall and lithe with long black hair down past her shoulders. (In combat it was braided and tucked under a helmet) Her eyes were brown and her complexion tanned from countless hours training outdoors. Her form was sleek with good sized breasts and an ass that attracted a few glances from the more daring males.

Her destination was just past the cafeteria and it only took a few minutes. The park was off limits to most, but she was of a high enough status to be allowed in without fuss. She slowed her pace and turned down a path that branched off the main road. Trees formed a green arch overhead and there were small flowering plants growing alongside the trail. Breathing in the fresh air she felt as if she were cleansing herself of the poisons of deskwork. A narrow stream crossed the path and she had just jumped over it when she heard a male voice from beyond the trees in front of her. Curious, she quietly snuck up on the source of the sound. She got up to just a few feet of the voices and was able to see that it was two males. They were dressed as intelligence officers and wore insignias indicating they were scholar/archivists. They were standing a few feet apart holding tablets.

"Let's do this scene again." Said the male with his back to Wind jumper. The voice sounded very familiar. The other male then started to speak a gibberish that must have been a foreign language. The male with the familiar voice responded in the same parlance. Finally he turned and Wind Jumper's heart raced when she saw his face. It was Sten, her Aunt's favorite breeding male. It had been ten years since she had last seen her teenage crush. She cursed herself for being weak, but he still had a grip on her. He had been head of the household staff and the object of her young fantasies. Smart and buff, not surprising at all that he was allowed to be fertile. Her Aunt realized the danger and had him reassigned to her headquarters so he would be safe from her niece's advances.

She sat on her haunches and listened to the strange sounds of their speech for a few more minutes. Then she backtracked to the path and proceeded along it. Wind Jumper made more noise than she usually would as a way of politely alerting the males of her approach. They stopped the bizarre dialogue and turned to watch her arrival. They touched their foreheads to show subservience and waited for her to address them.

"I heard you speaking a foreign tongue, is that true?" Wind Jumper asked.

"Yes milady, we were practicing our galactic." Sten answered.

"Really?" she said.

"Yes, we are part of the Galactic Training Cadre. We are the ones that make contact with the galactic peoples when ordered to do so by the Council." Sten added.

"You remember me?" She asked.

"Yes, you are the respected Wind Jumper of the Gold clan."

Wind Jumper turned and gestured for the other male to leave. Sten gave him his tablet and gave instructions for what to do that afternoon. The male turned to face Wind Jumper and wordlessly touched his forehead while backing away from her. After he was safely out of earshot, she asked "Can he be trusted?"

"Yes, he is careful with his tongue." Sten answered.

"So Sten...I knew Aunt Wind Tamer moved you here get you away from me, I didn't know you had lowered yourself to being an ambassador." She said as she moved closer.

"By your respected aunt's orders milady." He countered.

"She wanted to 'protect' you, right?" she said as she reached out and stroked his uniform collar.

"That is one of many interpretations. Your respected aunt told me I had a gift for languages and was needed here." Sten said.

Wind jumper poked her finger between his lips and pried his mouth open. "Yes I'm sure Aunt would know you have a talented tongue." She said as she patted his cheek. Sten stood his ground and gave no reaction.

"Tonight, 8 PM at the Memorial Park entrance. " She turned and walked away.

That afternoon Wind Jumper tried again to get assigned back to her unit by calling her aunt Wind Tamer who was a member of the ruling council. "My unit needs me, we're so close to annihilating the resistance." She pleaded to the vid screen.

Her Aunt regarded her with a stone face.

"I'm completely recovered." Wind Jumper flexed her right arm at the screen.

"We've been over this before. You are to remain on light duty until told otherwise. Stop bothering me with this prattle." Wind Tamer said annoyed.

"Why are you keeping me here so long?" Wind Jumper asked.

"If I answer that question, will you stop irritating me? Wind Tamer replied.

Wind Jumper nodded.

"We haven't forgotten you. We are planning a different deployment for you." Wind Tamer said.

"Where?"

"At this time, I cannot say. I must leave now." Wind Tamer said.

Wind Jumper touched her forehead and waited for her Aunt to cut the transmission.

The conversation had given her plenty to chew on for the afternoon. The rebellion in the southeast region was indeed petering out and there were no other actions going on elsewhere. Just what work could there be for a fighter pilot? Was the council anticipating another rebellion? These thoughts allowed her to pass the time until her scheduled rendezvous with Sten.

Later that afternoon she changed out of her combat uniform into an upscale casual outfit. Dark blue fitted pants, matching vest over a white shirt. Her hair was a single braid down her back. Waiting at the fountain in front of the park, she blended in with others waiting for dates also. Right at the appointed time Sten showed up still wearing his uniform. Though he was 15 years older than her, he still had what got her so interested in the first place. His shoulders broad with his sides angled like a V to his waist. Intelligent and quick witted, he was very much the same guy that drove a certain teen girl mad with desire. As he spotted her, he touched his forehead in greeting.

"Milady, do you wish to dine?" He asked.

"Room service." She pointed at the Grand Hotel located at the west side of the park.

"As you wish milady." He bowed his head. They picked their way through the crowd and found a quieter path through the park.

"No time to change?" She asked.

"I'm afraid so, I got some great news after our meeting, which of course meant more work." Sten replied.

"Must be better than mine, I was told to stand down until further notice." Wind Jumper sighed.

"They probably have plans milady." Sten reassured her.

"What was the great news?" Wind Jumper asked.

"They've increased my budget and allowed me to double the training cadre." Sten answered.

"Why would they do that?" She asked.

"Your esteemed aunt has been pushing for more contact with the galaxy." He said.

"That again?" Wind Jumper asked.

"Yes, but this time she's gained traction. She's managed to convince the council to set a permanent residence at the galactic base we use for trade." Sten said.

With this she stopped walking and looked at him incredulously.

"An embassy? She asked.

"Not quite. Just a base of operations, but it could certainly lead to one." Sten answered.

She stared at him a little longer thinking this might have something to do with her situation.

"Enough shop talk for now, male." She said and they resumed their walk to the hotel in silence.

No registration was needed and no questions were asked as they took the elevator to the top floor. The room took up half the floor which seemed a waste considering the reason it had been reserved in the first place. This was the lifestyle Wind Jumper was accustomed, so she got the massive suite out of habit. She keyed the door and went in before Sten. Since he had worked for her aunt for a long time he was accustomed to luxury also, but he couldn't resist taking a tour of the place. When he got to one of the many bedrooms, he paused at the window to admire the view. Wind Jumper walked up and turned him to face her. Without hesitation she pulled him towards her and they kissed. Their mouths locked together and tongues battled for supremacy. Her heart raced as she felt his hands go around her waist and pull her next to him. She pulled him towards the bed all the while chewing and nibbling on his neck. She shoved him onto the bed and begun to undress. He sat on the edge of the bed with a pained expression.

"What's wrong, male?" she growled.

"Do you want to have a child?" He asked.

She felt a surge of anger that made her want to slap him hard.

"Milady please remember that I'm fertile and forgive me for being presumptuous, you are also." He said.

"Did you bring birth control?" She demanded.

"I was at work the whole time. I had to drop everything I was doing to make our meeting time." He said.

She had already removed her shirt and had kicked off her shoes. This time she did slap him.

"You think I'm stupid?" She raised her hand ready to strike again.

With her blood boiling with anger, she felt the urge to scream. He sat on the bed resigned to the possibility he might get killed, one side of his face reddened by the blow. She focused on her breathing to give herself time to think. "I could just walk out and find myself a sterile rent boy." She thought to herself.

"Forgive me for bringing this up." He said.

No, she wanted to fuck him. Traditional Sororan society thought that birth control other than castration or vasectomies were taboo. She cursed herself for letting her desire forget the basics of finding an illegal condom dealer.

"Ok, pull out when you need to." She said with resignation.

"You are kind, milady." He said.

She stood and watched him undress, her anger draining away as she realized the wisdom of his statement.

Soon distracted by the sight of his body, she resumed stripping her own clothes. Males were not only expected to shave their heads, but their whole bodies as well. Like all breeders, his dick was long and thick with foreskin attached. Finally free of her garments, she pushed him down and straddled his face. Still feeling a little resentment, she clenched her strong thighs and smothered him. She felt some satisfaction as his skin reddened and he began to struggle. She then released her grip and allowed him to breathe again. Obediently his tongue began to lick and probe her pussy. She regained her arousal and started to relax as she watched her reflection in the mirror on the wall.

"Maybe your practicing that galactic babble helps your technique." She said as she dismounted his face.

She moved her hips over is cock and used her pussy to lightly stroke it back to full erection. Once at the necessary hardness, she guided it inside. His dick filled her pussy to capacity and she rocked her hips. He placed his hands on her thighs his face had a look of grim determination. She slipped her hand to her clit and increased the pace, causing the bed to creak frantically. She came with a sudden squirt and looked down at Sten's face.

"That was really fast" she thought to herself. Mindful of Sten, she quickly dismounted and lay next to him. The look on his face was more relief than pleasure and it dawned on her how difficult it had been for him to maintain arousal without coming. She ran her fingers along his neck and felt the tension.

"Sten, look at me." She said as she softly caressed his dick. He turned and watched her with his blue grey eyes that had softened slightly. She then lowered her head to his crotch and kissed the tip of his cock. She was about to do something that was whispered about, but frowned on by traditional society as an abomination practiced by males on each other. Women of Wind Jumper's generation saw it as a way to improve morale and productivity from their males.

Looking at Sten she licked the tip, then proceeded to put it in her mouth. At first Sten looked in shock, but as the pleasurable reality settled in, he relaxed. Her hair, being in a braid, allowed him to see exactly what she was doing, adding to the thrill. Her mouth slid down as far as she could until her gag reflex forced her to back up. Her mouth was like a vacuum pulling all of Sten's attention to one small area of his body. She then pulled it out of her mouth and smacked it against her lips all the while looking at him with her beautiful brown eyes. She then went to his balls and placed in between her lips. Her tongue danced across his scrotum tickling and moving him closer to climax. Sensing this she moved back to his dick and started pistoning to get him to the brink. A cloud of pleasure radiated through his body as she bobbed rapidly up and down his shaft. She began to stroke his balls which finally made his dick unleash a torrent of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all with a loud gulp thereby breaking yet another taboo.

"That was the first 'blowjob' I've ever had, milady." Sten said.

"Blowjob?" she asked moving up next to him.

"It's the galactic term for 'orofuct' in our language."

"I gave you a 'blowjob?' she asked.

"Congratulations milady you have learned your first word of galactic." Sten chuckled.

"Not true, I have memorized two that I heard you say today." Wind Jumper corrected him.

He arched an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What is a 'ho?'" she asked.

"Either a gardening implement or a prostitute, depending on the context." Sten answered.

"What is a 'slut?" Wind Jumper asked.

His body tensed and he started to say something, but stopped.

"I heard you say it." Wind Jumper said.

"Your pronunciation is excellent milady." He evaded.

"What does it mean?" she asked again.

Sten's face betrayed his worries. He thought longer than usual to respond.

"It's an insult to women." He finally answered.

"It must be a really nasty one, Sten. Why would you worry about telling me?"

"The explanation is simple, I could tell anyone else no problem but you I'm afraid I'll get impaled on your blade." Sten looked at her seriously.

Wind Jumper turned sideways and whipped her leg over his chest. She mounted him like she was preparing for round two, but she put both her hands on his chest and looked at him with solemnity of a judge presiding in court.

"Good male Sten, I hereby forgive and absolve you of anything you say, short of treason. I command you as a subservient of my respected aunt Wind Tamer, to tell me all." She pronounced.

Sten looked at her doubtfully.

"You have my word as a sister of the Gold clan that nothing harmful to you will happen as a result of what you say." Wind Jumper finished.

"You are too kind." He smiled cautiously.

"I'm starved, you can tell me while we eat." She hopped off and went to the room service console.

After they had dressed, the food arrived and Sten waited dutifully as Wind Jumper dug in quickly. After a few bites she looked up and saw him sitting a respectful distance from the table. Realizing that she had forgotten to invite him, a great honor for a male, she gestured for him to sit. It was obvious that he too was hungry, and yet he still followed proper protocol. Once seated he ate with great enthusiasm.

"Ok you are safe. What is a slut?" She asked.

"The equivalent in our language is...male jumper." Sten admitted.

With that phrase she paused while chewing and regarded Sten.

"It's been a while since I last heard that uttered. You are the first to survive saying it."

Later that evening after another lovemaking session Wind Jumper lay in bed awake. Sten had fallen asleep and she was still thinking about Sten's translation. Yes it was obvious that he had known about her reputation just about everyone was. She had fought many duels over that term, though ironically it was a pretty accurate description. She indeed was a slut and made little effort to hide her pursuit of male ass. It was just that she had to protect her honor against people making fun of her name, which in turn was an insult to her clan. By this time nobody said it to her face, but many whispered it behind her back.