Lance awakened a moment before his alarm sounded. He quickly switched it off, hopped out of bed, and opened his closet. He carefully considered what to wear. It was a very important day and he needed to look good. Finally, he put on some jeans, a blue tee shirt, and his bomber jacket. Yeah, that would do. He looked damn good in that combo.

     Quietly, he snuck out of his room. It was very early, so early the lights in the castle corridors were still dimmed. Good. Lance made his way down the hall, the effort of being stealthy almost making him sweat. He could not be caught. Not that he would get in any trouble for being up early, he just didn’t want anyone wondering where he was going.

     He arrived at the control room, at last. Lance checked his watch. The guards should have just passed by and wouldn’t be back for several minutes. Plenty of time for him to do what he had to do. Normally, Coran would be in there; he never seemed to sleep. Not right now, though, not with the sleeping pills Lance had slipped into his wine at dinner. Lance opened the doors and stepped inside, closing them quickly behind him.

     “You’re up early.”

     Lance jerked in surprise, ice shooting up and down his spine. His heart missed a beat. Allura was manning the control room, sipping from a cup of coffee. Damn! He didn’t need this. Not today.

     “What are you doing?” Allura asked, innocently.

     At least she didn’t suspect anything. Not yet.

     “I couldn’t sleep,” Lance lied, barely missing a beat. “I was bored, so I thought I’d go out on a patrol.”

     Not terribly convincing but it would serve.

     “I woke up in the middle of the night, myself,” Allura said. She looked as if she hadn’t slept; she had no makeup and her hair was undone. “I thought I’d chat with Coran but he wasn’t here, so I just stayed up and monitored things. Want some coffee?”

     She offered him a sip from her cup, which he tried very hard to take graciously. Time was wasting.

     “Thanks,” he said, giving back the cup after a brief sip. “Anything exciting happen?”

     “Not a thing.”

     “Well, in that case, I guess I’ll just go out on patrol.”

     “Where are you really going, Lance?”

     That was startling. Lance wondered if she suspected.

     “Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Allura said, a serious edge creeping into her voice. “You were sound asleep when I looked in your room a little while ago, so I know you’re lying about that. Now, what are you really up to?”

     Lance scrunched up his face in surprise.

     “What? You looked in my room? While I was asleep?” That was more than a little disturbing.

     “Don’t evade the question, Lance,” Allura commanded, standing up to face him. “You’ve been acting funny these last few days. Talking to someone on a coded, interplanetary channel from your room. Acting distracted, like you were anticipating something. Now I find you trying to sneak off with your lion. Please, just tell me what you’re doing or I’ll have to assume the worst.”

     “I ... I can’t. You’ll just have to trust me. I have to go now, Princess. Please let me go to my lion.”

     “Where are you going? When will you be back? What if we need Voltron and you aren’t here?”

     “There won’t be any attacks today. I can guarantee it.”

     Actually, he couldn’t. That was up to someone else. But Lance had complete faith in that person.

     “No, Lance. I’m sorry, but I’m placing you under arrest until we can figure this out. I’ve got no choice.”

     Allura extended her finger toward the alarm button but Lance caught her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back, and pinned her against the console. He tried to be gentle but she cried out in pain, or maybe just surprise. Either way, he felt bad about it.

     “I’m sorry, Princess, but nothing is going to ruin this day for me.”

     “Oh, yeah?”

     Allura kicked backwards, landing a nasty blow on Lance’s shin with the heel of her boot. He grunted and his grip slackened just enough for Allura to wrench her arm free. She grabbed Lance and shoulder tossed him against the console.

     “I don’t want to believe you’re a traitor, but you aren’t leaving me much choice,” Allura said, striking a martial arts stance. All those lessons with Keith, Hunk, and Pidge were coming in handy, though the situation was breaking her heart.

     Lance got up.

     “You’re not leaving me any choice, either.”

     He flipped the switch that raised the chutes to the Lions, then raised his fists.

     They stared at each other for a few seconds as the platform raised, then Lance turned, vaulted over the control console, and dashed for the chute to his lion as soon as he hit the floor. Allura jumped after him but his head start was too great; he jumped into chute number two, caught his trapeze, and descended.

     I have to alert the others! Allura thought. No, I can’t let him get away.

     Allura leaped into chute number one, grabbed the trapeze handle, and descended toward the shuttle that would lead her to the Black Lion. It should be able to catch and overpower the Red Lion more easily than her Blue Lion. Keith would just have to deal with it when he woke up.

     Lance was already halfway down the lava tube to the Red Lion before she even entered the concrete tunnel to the Black One. However, he had farther to go. Even so, Lance’s head start had given him enough time to blast off by the time Allura had powered up the Black Lion and set out after him. They raced through the air, the Black Lion’s snout mere yards from the Red Lion’s tail. Try as she might, Allura couldn’t bring herself to fire on Lance.

     “Allura!” Lance shouted over the radio, “You don’t have to do this! I’m not a traitor, nothing bad is going to happen today, and I’ll be back sometime tonight safe and sound!”

     “I can’t believe that, Lance, even though I want to! My responsibility is to Arus!”

     “Damn it, I keep telling you Arus will be fine today! You’ll have to shoot me down if you want to stop me! Nothing is ruining today for me!”

     Allura’s thumb hovered over the missile launch button on the control stick. She touched it lightly, then moved her thumb away. She couldn’t do it.

     “No, Lance. I won’t shoot you. But I’m going to follow you.”

     “What? You can’t –“

     ”Me knowing where you’re going shouldn’t be a problem! Unless you really are up to no good.”

     Lance sighed.

     “All right. All right, dammit.”

     The two lions streaked through space.

     Elsewhere, on planet Doom, Lotor was overseeing preparations for the latest invasion of Arus. He was in the main hangar making sure the stupid robots managed to load the crates of robot mosquitos in the ships without dropping them. The robot mosquitos were Hagger’s new robeast. They would be unleashed to cause annoyance and minor discomfort to the people of Arus. Then, when the damned robot lions made the scene, they would merge into a single, giant robot mosquito that would ... do something or another to Voltron. Lotor didn’t know what, since he was pretty sure Voltron wouldn’t be bothered by an itchy bite, but that was what his father and Haggar had come up with. Cossack, the idiot, had kissed up and said it was the best plan he’d ever heard.

     Of course, Lotor’s suggestion to fill the mosquitos with poison and use them to actually kill everyone on Arus had been shot down. His father had even thrown a goblet at his head. Sometimes, Lotor wondered if Zarkon really even wanted to conquer Arus. No matter. During the initial commotion with the mosquitos, Lotor would be able to make a move on Allura. Perhaps he could break into her room while she was sleeping and slowly stalk toward her while staring at her and telling her how she would be his whether she wanted to or not. That should win her over.

     Lotor closed his eyes and daydreamed. Ahh, Allura. Beautiful Allura. Beautiful, blonde Allura. Beautiful, blonde, young Allura. Beautiful, blonde, young, naked Allura. Beauti –

     Merla’s voice intruded on his thoughts. “Penny for your thoughts, Lotor?”

     She had appeared from somewhere or another while his eyes were closed and was standing in front of him. Lotor frowned. If anything could kill a romantic mood, it was his wife’s presence.

     “I was just thinking that I want you to go the hell away!” Lotor blustered. “Why don’t you just read my mind instead of speaking to me? It would spare me from hearing your voice.”

     Merla grinned. “You’re so cute when you bluster like that.”

     She ran a finger down his chest. Lotor tolerated it.

     “What do you want?” he demanded.

     “Are you excited about the invasion?”

     “Of course not! Since I didn’t come up with the plan, it’s sure to fail! I wish Father had assigned that fool Cossack to lead it instead of me.”

     “Well, you’re certainly excited about something.”

     Merla reached down and gently caressed the erection Lotor hadn’t even realized he had. Thinking about Allura must have really done it for him. How often, he wondered, did he have an erection and not know it?

     “Yes, very excited,” Merla said, stepping closer and stroking it more firmly. It twitched in her hand.

     “What –“ Lotor’s voice caught as her hand, even through the fabric of his pants, manipulated him expertly. “What are you doing?”

     Merla laughed, a true laugh. Lotor had sounded so ignorant, so innocent, that it tickled her fancy. She coquettishly giggled into the back of her hand.

     “And I thought our marital bed went unused because we hate each other! But it’s because you just don’t know what it’s for!”

     Merla laughed again, holding her belly now, her cheeks reddening.

     Some of the robots and slaves were looking at them. Lotor grabbed Merla by the wrists and roughly pulled her away from the loading zone and prying eyes, deeper into the maze of cargo containers. Once he felt sufficiently isolated, he let her go and snarled at her.

    “You bitch.”

     Merla chuckled.

     “My, so angry, so fierce. Did you bring me back here to rape me?” From the sound of her voice, the idea held some appeal for her.

     “I ought to. That would be the only way I’d ever get any from you,” Lotor said. “Some wife. Some marriage. Even political marriages usually have at least one token coupling.”

     “All right, then,” Merla said.

     She leaned into him, turned up her head, and pulled his head down into a kiss. Surprised at first, Lotor began to enjoy it when her tongue found his. He pulled her tighter to him. They pressed their bodies together, exploring each other with hands and tongues. Though he hated to admit it, he was desperately attracted to Merla, had been the moment he’d laid eyes on her. He pretended whichever concubine he was with was Merla as often as Allura.

     Lotor pulled away. “What is this? Really? What’s going on?”

     Merla kneeled before him and began to unfasten his belt.

     “Wait! Let’s go to my chamber.”

     “Don’t complain, Lotor,” Merla said, shushing him. “Doesn’t the thought of getting caught excite you a little?”

     Lotor smiled.

     Merla got Lotor’s pants undone and took it out. It was amazing. Had she known, or even suspected, Merla wouldn’t have been so reluctant to share her body with Lotor. She looked at it for a moment, touching it, stroking it. It was such a pity to do what she had to do ... but she could enjoy it just a little first.

     She held it up and slowly ran her tongue along its underside, then delicately around the glans. Lotor made a sound in the back of his throat. Smiling, Merla diverted the attention of her lips and tongue from his penis to his testicles. She kept her hand around his penis, though, slowly, tortuously stroking and squeezing.

     After a few moments, Lotor mumbled something.

     “What?” Merla asked.

     “Please ...” Lotor groaned.

     A hot rush of excitement swelled up from between Merla’s thighs. She had expected him to be rough, to take her head and force it down onto him but, instead, she had made him beg. She, Queen Merla, had made Prince Lotor of Doom, son of Zarkon, conqueror of worlds and women – beg.

     She took him in. Lotor sighed and so did she. He did put his hands on her head now, but they were gentle, guiding. It was actually quite pleasant. Merla was a little sad that they couldn’t continue but, amazing penis or not, this was not how she was going to spend her day. Merla withdrew so she could speak.

     “Lotor?” she breathed.

     “Yes?” he asked, impatient. This was the best he’d ever had. Who needed Allura?

     “Do you want me to do something special for you?”

     “Yes,” he said. If what she had just done hadn’t been anything special, he couldn’t wait to find out what was. “Yes, do it now!”

     Ah, there was the imperiousness, the arrogance. His grip on her head tightened and he pulled her mouth toward him. Merla didn’t feel so bad about what she was going to do now.

     She opened her mouth and took him in, to the root ...

     Sometime later, in the royal hospital, one of the royal doctors finished the surgery, stepped out of the operating room, removed his gloves and mask, and addressed the King.

     “It was reattached successfully, Your Majesty. Your son will suffer no loss of function or sensation,” the doctor assured Zarkon. Such surgery was fairly routine on planet Doom. Angry, defiant slaves and the simple fact that Doomites had fangs made doctors specializing in it a necessity, in fact.

     “Good!” Zarkon barked. “I’m counting on some grandchildren.” He turned to Merla, who was slouching against a wall nearby. “You! Explain yourself.”

     Merla shrugged arrogantly. “He had a hold of my head and was thrashing it back and forth like he’d never had any before. My fangs got caught and, instead of giving me a second to open my mouth and get them unstuck, he panicked and shoved me away. That was that.”

     Zarkon nodded and muttered to himself. “Too much time with human slaves. He must have forgotten how to handle a woman with proper teeth. Don’t let this happen again! Like I said: grandchildren.”

     Zarkon walked away, giving Merla a fairly wide berth. Once his back was to her and he thought she wouldn’t see, he put a protective hand over his groin and winced in sympathy pain. He wouldn’t be pretending his concubine was Merla tonight, that was for sure.

     “Too bad about the attack on Arus,” Merla called after him.

     Zarkon stopped walking and turned around to speak to her.

     “What do you mean?”

     “Lotor isn’t in any condition to lead it. It will have to be called off.”

     “Of course not. That idiot may be laid up but we have another one just as qualified on hand.”

     Merla crossed her arms, looked at the floor, and scrunched her face in anger as Zarkon left. Cossack! Bad enough that she had to debase herself with Lotor – though it had been kind of nice, admittedly – but Cossack? This was just too much. However, she had to ensure that Arus wouldn’t be attacked today. Maybe she could just kill Cossack. No, that wouldn’t do. As much as everyone hated him, he was one of best generals they had. (Whether that was a compliment to Cossack or an insult to the state of Zarkon’s military was open to debate.)

     “Damn it all to hell!” Merla whispered.

     Cossack loved his office. It was his place. Zarkon and Lotor never came there to throw their rank around, not like on a mission. Hardly anyone ever came there, in fact. Truth be known, he even loved the paperwork. No one ever seemed to notice, but Cossack was great at paperwork. He could keep up with it even better than Yurak, who’d been no slouch in that department. The less said about the mountain of unsigned forms Mogor had left over, the better. Seriously, had that guy done anything?

     Cossack had been looking forward to a lazy day of paperwork but, no, Lotor just had to get his pecker bitten off, and now he had to lead the attack on Arus with those stupid robot mosquitos. Regardless of what he’d said to suck up to Zarkon, Cossack knew it was about the stupidest plan they’d come up with yet. Maybe he should have backed up Lotor’s suggestion to fill the mosquitos with poison. Come on, that only made sense, and it might have won him a point or two with Lotor. Nah, winning favor with Lotor wasn’t worth pissing off the King.

     Cossack was about to call down to hangar and order more bombs to be loaded when his door buzzer rang. Surprised, Cossack checked the closed circuit monitor he’d installed. It always paid to be careful on planet Doom.

     It was Merla.

     Unconsciously, Cossack’s hand fell protectively over his groin. What did she want? Cossack pressed the button on his desk that opened the door. The Queen stepped inside, closed the door behind her, and leaned back against it with her arms behind her back. The way she was standing made her breasts stick out prominently, but Cossack was too afraid of her at that moment to notice.

     “Cossack,” she said, simply.

     “Uh, yeah?” Cossack asked.

     Merla decided to be direct, since she didn’t think Cossack would pick up on subtlety.

     “I guess you’ve heard about what happened to Lotor.”

     Cossack winced and shuddered. “Yes, I have.”

     “And, being a man, you are surely familiar with the concept of ‘blue balls’.”

     Yeah, and Lotor has one severe case of them right now, he thought. What the hell was this about? Cossack was beginning to get nervous.

     “Of course. Well, not so much these days, but when I was a kid, yeah.”

     Merla crossed the room to Cossack’s desk and leaned over it, way over. Merla found that leaning over a desk often got a man going, even though the design of her outfit prevented any cleavage from being displayed. She put her hands on the desk top so she could lean over even farther, her face mere inches from Cossack’s. He could feel the warmth radiating from her face.

     “Women don’t like to admit it, but we get blue balls, too. Before Lotor’s ‘accident’, it was going well. It was really hot, Cossack. I was so wet. But we didn’t get to finish. I’m still wet, Cossack. Will you help me?”

     She hoped she looked and sounded sincere, because she sure didn’t feel it. Merla glanced down. Cossack was stiff as a board.

     “I ...” Cossack faltered, “ ... could get in a lot of trouble for this.”

     “Nonsense. The invasion force won’t be ready for at least an hour, and what I want from you won’t take that long.”

     “But what if Prince Lotor finds out?”

     Merla laughed. “I don’t think he’d care just now, do you? He’s probably a little mad at me.”

     Cossack was still resisting. Merla cursed inwardly. She hadn’t wanted to go this far.

     “Come on, Cossack!” she said, straightening up and reaching behind herself to unfasten her breastplate. “Don’t you want some of ... this?”

     Merla pulled the breastplate off, exposing herself to him. Her skirt had come off with it. Cossack’s penis almost tore through his pants. All this time, he had assumed her breastplate was a bit exaggerated. It wasn’t. Her breasts really were as full and well-shaped as the contours of the breastplate would lead one to believe. They were the best he had seen and they were attached to a for-real Queen! Below, she was not smooth but trimmed fairly close. The pink hair was apparently natural. He sat in stunned silence.

     For the love of – Merla thought. What am I going to have to do? Rape him?

     “Last chance, Cossack,” Merla teased, cupping her breasts and bouncing them for him.

     She reached down and touched herself.

     “I’m ready,” she said in the huskiest voice she could manage.

     That, finally, was what got Cossack going. He stood up, jumped across the desk, grabbed her, and picked her up.

     My god! He’s strong! Merla thought, becoming a little excited in spite of herself.

     Cossack carefully set Merla on the floor and was on her, grabbing, suckling, pinching, biting. He had all the finesse of an animal but he was finding the right spots. Merla really was wet now. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, after all. His fingers were between her legs, opening, entering. Merla put her arms around Cossack as her back involuntarily arched into him. His fingers were very well-practiced. She pulled him against her harder, so hard she thought she heard his spine creak.

     “Cossack ... Cossack!” she said. She wanted to add “don’t stop!” but she would not beg Cossack. She simply would not! Merla had to keep at least some dignity from this.

     When it happened, it was so powerful that every one of her muscles tensed so tightly she shivered. Her mind went blank. All she knew was the feeling. When was the last time she came so hard? She couldn’t remember ... it was all bliss.

     Merla shook herself back to reality and was surprised to find herself sweating and breathing hard. Cossack was standing up now, unbuckling his belt. It was time.

     “Let me,” Merla panted, straining to sit up and reach for his belt.

     Suddenly, Cossack backed away. Confused and more than a little offended, Merla looked up at him angrily. How dare he refuse her after she had exposed herself to him, let him have his way with her like that? She was about to say something when she noticed that he was looking at her mouth with great trepidation. Merla laughed.

     “Sorry, Queenie, but ...”

     “It’s all right, Cossack. We don’t have to do that.”

     Merla stood up and leaned over Cossack’s desk.

     “There.”

     “Well, I dunno,” Cossack dithered.

     Merla really was offended, now. She, a Queen, was bent over his desk, ready to receive him like an animal, and he was hesitating! Even considering what had happened to Lotor, she couldn’t understand Cossack’s reluctance. In the position she was in, her teeth were of no threat to him. Merla considered ordering him to do it but rejected the idea: ordering a subordinate to have intercourse with her was far lower than she was willing to stoop. For much the same reason, she didn’t want to use her mental powers to “encourage” Cossack, either. Perhaps if he thought she was fully at his mercy ...

     She forced a smile and put her hands behind her back.

     “Tie my hands. I’ll be helpless.”

     Cossack wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he got even harder. The sight of Merla bent over his desk – Cossack the Terrible’s desk – like that was doing it for him like nothing else. But Merla bent over his desk tied up? What the hell was he waiting for? She’d be helpless. She’d be helpless!

     Cossack pulled off his belt and tied Merla’s hands together. Merla winced. He was better at tying knots than she’d have thought and he tied them tight. She heard Cossack’s pants drop and felt him standing behind her.

     “Are you ready?” he asked, pressing the tip against her just a little.

     Merla’s eyes widened. She couldn’t see it but it felt huge. Bigger than any she’d had. Bigger than Lotor’s.

     Cossack didn’t wait for her to respond before he went in, slowly. Merla’s breathing intensified. She felt as if she were going to burst. He got it all in. At least she hoped that was all of it. If there were any more she was going to be in trouble.

     “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah,” Cossack grunted, thrusting rhythmically.

     “It’s so big,” Merla gasped, in obvious distress. She cursed herself for showing any weakness before him.

     “You want me to stop?” Merla could hear the sneer in his voice.

     Gathering her fire, Merla whirled her head to face him, snarled, and shouted, “Serve your Queen, Cossack!”

     Cossack grinned and gave it to her. She laid her head on the desk and took it, not without pleasure. It was too bad she wasn’t going to be able to tell anyone about this. She felt an immature desire to brag to her friends, to spread her hands apart to indicate the size and say, “Oh, yeah? Well I took one like this!”

     After a little while, Merla decided it was time.

     “Cossack?”

     He grunted unintelligibly.

     “I’m going to do something to you they teach all the women on my planet to do to a man in this situation.”

     Why won’t she shut up? I’m trying to concentrate here, Cossack thought. He wondered just what someone from a planet of all women, where men weren’t allowed, would be taught to do to a man in this kind of situation.

     Then he felt the squeezing.

     It was a military doctor, not a royal one, and the military hospital, not the royal one, but the circumstances were eerily similar. The doctor was coming out of the operating room, removing his gloves and mask, Zarkon was waiting on his report, and Merla was slouched against a wall, looking a bit disheveled. The only real difference was that Haggar was in attendance this time. Zarkon vaguely wondered what interest she would have in the condition of Cossack’s penis.

     “I’ve never seen anything like it,” the doctor stated. “Crushed. Equally, from all sides. He wouldn’t say how it happened.”

     “Obviously, he was sticking it somewhere he shouldn’t,” Zarkon said, casting a glance at Merla.

     She straightened up angrily. “And just why are you looking at me?”

     After Merla had “finished” with Cossack, she had untied herself, dressed, arranged her hair as best she could, and left him on the floor. There would be no way to prove she had been with Cossack unless he told, and she doubted he ever would.

     “So, how’s he gonna be, doctor?” Zarkon asked.

     “The damage is easily repaired, but he will be out of commission for a while,” the doctor answered.

     Zarkon sighed.

     “All right, Merla, looks like you’re going to lead the attack on Arus today.”

     “No, sorry,” she begged off. “I have an appointment. It’s a woman thing.”

     Mumbling, Zarkon turned to Haggar.

     “Haggar, you –“ he began.

     “Don’t be stupid!” the old witch cut him off.

     “All right, fine. I’ll lead the attack!”

     “I said, don’t be stupid!” Haggar repeated, thumping Zarkon on the head with her staff.

     “Yeah, you’re right,” he relented. “No attack on Arus today, then. I can deal with that. I mean, I have a whole empire of conquered planets, I don’t need one more.”

     Zarkon walked a few paces away before turning back.

     “I do have an empire, right?” he asked. “I’m not just some loser who thinks he has an empire but can’t even conquer one planet, am I?”

     Merla and Haggar glanced at each other nervously, then both patted Zarkon’s shoulders and assured him that he really did have an empire and that Arus was just an insignificant speck. Satisfied, Zarkon left for his chambers.

     “I’m going home,” Merla said to no one in particular.

     “Merla!” Haggar said. “I know that what happened to Lotor was no accident, and I know of the ‘special’ techniques they teach women on your planet. I just don’t know why you were so hell-bent on stopping any attack on Arus today.”

     “I don’t know what you mean,” said Merla.

     She left the hospital, boarded her ship in the hangar, and went home.

     “This is where you were going?” Allura asked over the radio, shocked. “Merla’s planet?”

     She had been on edge ever since they had entered Zarkon’s space, but Lance kept assuring her that his actions were on the up-and-up and that nothing would happen to Arus today. Allura had believed him. But now that they were actually orbiting Merla’s planet she didn’t know if she could trust him or not. Was he a traitor? Was he going to hand over his lion or divulge secrets to the enemy?

     “Have you not figured it out, yet? I’m here to see Merla,” Lance said.

     “See her?”

     “That battle we were in about a month ago, on planet Ecioh, you remember it. I got in a firefight with Merla’s Pegasus ship and we both shot each other down,” Lance explained.

     “Yes,” said Allura. It had taken them days to find Lance and the Red Lion. Ecioh was a stormy planet and their scanners had barely worked. It was a small miracle they’d found him at all.

     “Well, anyway,” Lance continued, “Merla and I crashed near each other. We helped each other survive. We talked a lot. And, well, we kind of fell for each other. She was rescued first, by Lotor and Cossack, but didn’t tell them the Red Lion and I were nearby. Then you found me not much later. Ever since then, we’ve been in contact, desperate to see each other. Finally, about week ago, she told me she would guarantee that Doom wouldn’t attack Arus on this day. I tried to sneak out without causing a fuss but, well, you know what happened.”

     At that moment, an officious female voice crackled over the radio, giving them permission and coordinates to land. Allura followed Lance down. Merla’s planet really wasn’t such a bad place, she decided, at least from the sky. Maybe a little gloomy. They arrived at what could only have been Merla’s palace. It’s architecture was somewhere in between the foreboding Castle Doom and the rather cheerier Castle of Lions. The lions touched down on a landing pad on the roof.

     Merla was waiting with five heavily armed guards, all of them women as big as Hunk. Lance got out of the Red Lion without hesitation, Allura following a little more cautiously. She kept her hand close to the blaster at her hip. Merla dismissed the guards. When they were gone, she and Lance smiled and ran into each other’s arms. Merla jumped into his embrace, Lance caught her and whirled around with her. They kissed. Embarrassed, Allura turned away. This was the real deal. They really had fallen for each other.

     Once Lance and Merla could let go of each other, Merla approached Allura.

     “Princess Allura,” Merla said with a slight bow.

     “Queen Merla,” Allura responded, bowing respectfully in return.

     “I wasn’t expecting you,” Merla said.

     “I’m afraid I caught Lance sneaking out and had to follow him. However, I can see that he isn’t betraying us. I won’t be staying,” Allura explained.

     Merla nodded, clearly eager to have her gone so she and Lance could be alone. Before Allura could leave, however, Merla touched her shoulder.

     “Yes?” Allura asked.

     Merla leaned in close to her and whispered, “What’s the biggest one you’ve ever had?”

     Allura was confused. Could that really be what Merla was asking? Blushing, Allura held up her hands and spread them about six inches apart. Beaming, Merla spread her own hands much farther apart.

     “Oh, yeah? I’ve had one like this!” she boasted.

     Allura giggled, a bit flabbergasted, not sure why Merla would tell her this.

     “Goodbye, Princess, have a safe journey.”

     Allura waved goodbye to Lance, climbed into the Black Lion, and took off. The wash from the engines blew Merla’s braid over her shoulder as she turned toward Lance. She gracefully brushed it back, a casual gesture that Lance found crushingly beautiful.

     As Merla walked back to Lance, he was wondering what she and Allura had been whispering about. From their hand gestures, he assumed they were estimating the size of his penis. If so, he sure liked Merla’s estimate a lot more than Allura’s, though hers had been closer to the truth.

     Merla and Lance walked into the castle beside each other, arms around each others’ waists.

     “So, how did you guarantee nothing would go wrong today?” Lance asked.

     “Oh, just a couple of tricks I know.”

     They entered the castle. It was a perfect day. In between bouts of lovemaking, they would sit and talk. When Lance discovered Merla was ticklish, they behaved like two children, him chasing her and the two of them wrestling on the floor when he finally caught her. (Lance was a bit embarrassed when Merla was able to get him in a hammerlock.) That evening, Merla’s chef served a fine meal. After dinner, they bathed together, taking a nude stroll through Merla’s garden afterward. Lance picked her a flower and put it in her hair. Finally, after they had watched the sunset, Lance had to leave. They held hands for a long time on the landing pad, not speaking. Finally, Lance kissed Merla on the lips and left.

     She watched after him until he wasn’t even a speck in the distance. Then, melancholy, she retired to her chamber to go to bed alone. Merla decided not to dwell on feeling lonely, or when she would get to see him again, and went to bed thinking about what a nice time they had had together. It really was a perfect day. Nothing had gone wrong at all.

The End

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