Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, pg2, ch 6, Jan 30, 2016

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Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, pg2, ch 6, Jan 30, 2016

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Max & Liz

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Max & Liz



Title: Max & Liz a fairy tale.
Author: ken_r AKA Kenneth Renouard
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, Just tried something different
Rating: Mature
Couples: CC kind of, see summary.
Summary: This is a story of Max and Liz. Think of the time when Liz was helping Tess attract Max. I want to study a Max and Liz relationship without any hint of sex. I want the Max when he believed he would be king. Liz is a sprite. She is smaller than Max’s thumb. She expects to live over 300 of Max’s years. She tells him that when she settles down to have children for her “mate” to raise, (with sprites, it is the male who stays home with the children,) Max will be in a wheelchair being pushed by his grandchildren. Tess was taken from her home when she was barely old enough for marriage. Her father, Big Ed wasn’t the nicest of people. The law of both state and common acceptance said she had just become of marriageable age. Big Ed didn’t want to loose control of his daughter so he started a quest for a mate that served his purposes. Tess was saved from a marriage with a weak man of her father’s choosing, but she still has troubles knowing where her loyalties remain.

Understand that the golden princess, Teresa or Tess as she is called is of legal age for marriage by galactic courts. By experience and preparation she is a child. On Tradewinds, the barmaid Maria had been with her first lover the farmer, by this age. Even being of the common folk, Maria was educated and sophisticated enough to know that she didn’t want to be a farmer’s wife. The golden princess didn’t yet know what she thought. By that age Amy, Maria’s mother, had become the owner of the Crashdown. Young, pregnant and running a business would have been far beyond the princess. Other women might make choices, some good and many bad, but the golden princess knew that she did not have any choices.

Liz can make noise, but usually, she speaks in someone’s mind. Liz is friends not only with Max, but she is also friends with Maria. Max abducts Tess from her home and makes her his queen. This does make for consequences. The mouthy little sprite is both brash and naïve at the same time. She has a great affection for Max and wants to make him into a great king, as she envisions telling her children and grandchildren about “Max” the greatest king in the universe and how she made him so. This will be her legacy.

Outside the window where I have my computer we have several bird feeders. When the humming bird feeders run dry, the diminutive creatures will come to the glass, where they see me and look me in the eye and buzz their tiny wings. This is how I picture the sprite Liz.

Max and Liz, a fairy tale.

Max could feel when they left the castle. The soft breeze on his burning face told him they no longer were inside. He, also, could tell when they dumped him in the trash heap outside the castle wall. Both eyes were closed and he hurt from every place in his body. Max would start healing himself as soon as he caught his breath and got his bearings. They had beat him the whole previous night and through most of the day. No, they didn’t intend to kill him. Killing the heir to the throne was much more serious than they wanted to undertake at this time, even though only a few of the soldiers knew of his identity.

In his mind, as soon as he could, Max had to figure how they caught him so quickly. He knew of the supposed mental powers of the royal family. He had taken all the precautions he knew to suppress his presence. The worst, for his ego, was that the golden princess had simply watched the beating without any rancor or emotion. Max could still envision her body, clad in a gossamer gown, her nipples dark against the material and even the golden curls of her sex showing through as she moved. Finally tiring of the sport, she waved her hand to dismiss those in charge of his punishment, then, she turned, showing her so delectable ass as she crawled back into her bed.

The golden princess neither enjoyed nor was she appalled at the violence shown to him. Max, the royal heir of Antar was not without considerable charm. He was sure that he was not seeking anything she had not given willing to many others. A beauty like her had to have had many lovers, even at her young age. With his believed charm, Max intended to make love to the princess and then, with the power of his father, the king of Antar, Max would press his suit for the hand of the princess in marriage. She would become the next queen of Antar, one of the truly great kingdoms in the universe. The history of Antar was full of nuptial alliances made in this way. The inherited charm of the house of Antar, usually won the heart of anyone who intimately met the heirs. The parting shot from his tormentors had been, “You may be the heir of Antar, but that don’t cut no grass around here.” What Max was to learn was that, wooing of Tess would not be an affair of the heart. It was money, pure and simple money. Good looks and charm didn’t count.

Max was medium height, brown hair with light brown eyes. He had been sure that he could have taken any two of her protectors. He worked out and with the royal training he had as the prince of Antar, he felt that he could have defended himself. But no, two of them always held him while the rest took turns in his beating. Maybe, he could have blasted his way with his powers. He had no idea of whether or not the house of Harding had powers or not. Burning down the apartment of the golden princess was not the way to start a relationship.

“That part is true, but you are wrong about everything else,” a voice said in his mind.

Max tensed, he had survived a beating, was he up to taking on anyone else? “Who’s there?” he asked as he tried to make out his surroundings through swollen eyes.

“Just me,” the voice tinkled.

“Who is me?” Max asked again.

“Elizabeth,” answered the something.

“Elizabeth, who and what are you?” Max inquired.

“I am an unattached, female Sprite,” the voice answered.

“What do you mean by that part is true, but I am wrong about everything else?” Max dug deeper. It would help if he could see clearly and if some of the pain would subside. For a few minutes, Max concentrated on clearing his vision. Of course getting his blood running properly and reducing the swelling in his face and other parts of his body allowed his mind to concentrate on what or who was talking to him.

“Frankly, you look like hell,” the voice said. I don’t think in this condition you are going to pick up any golden princess or any other pieces of ass around here,” the voice continued.

“In case you’ve just arrived, I have just had a hell of a beating from forces too numerous for me to defend myself,” Max stated.

“Oh,I have been around. I crawled into your pocket before you even entered the apartment of the golden princess. A chance to observe any Big’em screwing was too good to pass up. I’m always looking for tips. Bet you still don’t have anything to compare with doing ‘it’ while flying? All I saw was you getting your ass kicked. I barely got out of your pocket before that baboon started working over your body. Didn’t you have a plan? They knew you were coming the minute you stepped into the castle. If stepping into her life was easy didn’t you think there would have been brighter men than you winning her hand,” the voice he still couldn’t identify sounded.

Sprite, Max had heard of sprites and it had been said that they brought good luck. Just his fortune to get hooked up with the one sprite, who probably had spent all her luck at some casino. As Max’s vision cleared, he saw before him a tiny creature, who stood barely length of his thumb. She was very humanoid with fluttering wings. His vision still wasn’t clear enough to make out her eyes, but she had a lightly tanned face framed by long brown hair. She wore green leggings with tiny slippers. Her top was some pull over and at her belt something dangled. Max wasn’t sure of what it was, at first. “Well, I am waiting for you to tell me what you meant when you said, ‘That part is true, but you are wrong about everything else.’” Max stated.

The tiny creature was sitting on a wild flower. It didn’t help Max any that she was bobbing in the wind. “Right, in that if you burned down her apartment, it might kill any chance for you to make it to her bed and wrong when you said she has had lovers before. The golden princess is as virgin as she was the day she was born,” the sprite stated.

“Aw, come on. The rich, the landed and the royal households are hot beds of intrigue. Virginity is a concept for the peasants and the working classes. They can’t afford to create life without a strong family to care for it,” Max stated. “ It is the royal and rich who spread their seed with impunity.”

“I can see that you probably deflowered your share of maidens,” the unattached, female sprite said with a biting tone. “You string your little bastards across your kingdom?” she asked.

“No, to my knowledge I was careful. If anything had of happened, I would have made sure the child would be cared for,” Max explained.

“Yeah, cared for, but what about the love of it’s father?” the sprite angrily retorted.

“Being conceived in wedlock is no assurance of a father’s love. Believe me, I well know,” Max answered thinking of the coldness he felt from his own father. “But, why do you say the princess is virgin?” he asked.

“First, you have to understand the House of Harding. Ed Harding, her biological father is a selfish ass. His father only became sensible as he neared his death. Maybe, there is some religious thing working as to rewards after death in this culture. Anyway, the elder Harding left his legacy to his grand daughter. Her dowry is half the gross product of the planet. As long as she is unmarried or if she marries someone Ed Harding can control, Ed controls the planet. She marries some wild man from another planet, Ed has to share control with her, her husband or what ever regent they leave to manage their share. No one is splitting that bitch until Ed Harding has their balls in his hands,” the sprite stated.

“For a female of any species your speech is pretty common. Won’t that future male you will seek, want someone a might more gentilé? Max asked.

“First, I am too young to start looking for a male. I am still less than 50 of your years. For us, the females go searching for adventure before they settle down and present the mate of their choice, children for him to raise. Secondly, most of my words are coming out of your mind, so if you want me to clean up my language, you are going to have to clean up your thoughts,” the sprite stated irritably.

Max had the swelling in his face going down as fast as he could get his blood to cleanse his features. The body pain would be easier to control, because it wasn’t as evident to others. “I guess you think I am wasting my time on a princess who obviously would be frigid,” Max sighed.

“There you go again. How did you get along before I found you? Oh, I know. You fucked your way through your kingdom and it wasn’t until your old man ordered you to find a wife and settle down to take over the rule of your people, that you got smart,” the sprite almost screamed.

“There you go, again,” Max stated mocking the words of the creature. “A lady no matter what her size should watch her language,” Max admonished.

“Watch my language, from a man who intended to rape a virgin in her own apartment,” the sprite now screamed.

Max shook his head, “How did I get saddled with a bad mouthing nymphet who doesn’t understand? I had no intention of raping the princess. I was going to charm her into letting me there. I wanted her on my side before I approached her father,” Max tried to explain.

With the name of Nymphet, Max saw the tiny creature turn red with rage. Her wings sounding like a large bumble bee carried her to his face and the thing dangling at her belt turned out to be a weapon. She swung the weapon against the two day stubble of his face. Max felt as if he had been stung. He tried to fend her off with his hands. Max tried to be careful, because he really didn’t want to hurt her, but she could be very irritating. “A Nymphet screws everything she gets a chance to. I will have you to know that when my wandering days are over, I intend to take one male and be faithful to him forever or at least for the 300 or so years we will have together.” She screamed.

“I am sorry,” Max stated. “I don’t know much about female sprites. I really didn’t mean to offend you. I want your help. Please don’t stay mad,” Max pleaded.

“You don’t know anything about sprites; you don’t know anything about females in general. You don’t know anything about Big Ed and his money. Max, king to be of Antar, what do you know?” she was still angry, but Max hoped she would settle down and tell him where he was wrong.

“I said I was sorry. You have the apology of he who will be king. That is a lot. Now tell me why you think I am wrong when I said the princess would be frigid?” Max begged.

The minute creature shook herself, her wings making tiny rustling sounds, then she climbed back on her flower and crossing her legs, holding her knees in her hands she said, “You get the golden princess away from the power of her father and you will find her the hottest pepper you ever laid,” the sprite explained.

Max chuckled. “Is that what you will be for your future mate, the hottest tiny pepper he ever saw?” Max asked.

The sprite sniffed. “Don’t get personal. Remember, by the time I light up the life of my mate, you will be in a wheelchair being pushed by your grand children,” Liz declared.

“Well what is next?” Max asked.

“I assume you have some sort of conveyance somewhere about. Let me collect my things, while you get cleaned up. Take a shower and get some working class clothes. If you come across as a prince, old Ed will have you killed for sure. It is better that he thinks you were some stupid drifter who won’t show his face around the castle again. Even though some of his men know your identity, they probably won’t tell him who you are. Big Ed doesn’t have that sort of relationship with those who serve him,” Liz stated.

Max showered and when he stepped out he saw the tiny creature sitting on top of a saltshaker on his eating table. The small spaceship had been his alone for so long, he forgot any need for modesty. “Hey,” Max called out as he grabbed a towel. “Doesn’t a fellow deserve a bit of privacy in his own home?” he asked.

“Said by the fellow who was going to strip naked and jump into the bed of a virgin. I do suppose you were going to take your clothes off before you climbed into her bed!” the sprite exclaimed.

“Well, unless you were lying, you are a virgin. Should I expose myself to you?” Max asked.

“I am a virgin in experience, I have observed the copulation of many species. I have seen males of many humanoids. They are all pretty much the same in their equipment. I doubt if that golden princess has even changed baby diapers. I know she has never seen a naked male prepared to nail her on his shaft. Your erection would have scared her to death,” Liz declared.

Max shrugged and with as much dignity as he could muster, he pulled on his under clothes, found some slacks, which would be proper for a working man and topped it with a pullover shirt. “Shoes,” shouted the sprite. “Find something that is worn or rough those up a bit. You are supposed to be an impoverished student.”

Max now, stood before his companion, fully dressed to her satisfaction. “What now, m’lady?” he asked.

“Don’t get smart mouthed, prince. We need to mix a little bit with the local people. I don’t know much more than you about their ways. I know you have sustenance here in your ship, but I think we should attend an eating place-hotel I saw a bit down the road. I need to see if this place has anything for me or I am going to have to leave you to your own devices,” the sprite said.

“That would be your speed. Leave me after you have told me just enough to get me into trouble,” Max moaned.

“Oh, quit being a baby, Max. If I am starving to death I can’t very well help you,” she said as she found a comfortable place on his shoulder.
Last edited by ken_r on Sat Jan 30, 2016 1:32 pm, edited 5 times in total.
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Re: Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, Aug 14,2015

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I've been reading your stories "over there" Ken. Sure glad you are posting them here too.
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Re: Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, Aug 14,2015

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Hey Ken! What's the fun! :lol:

I loved every bit of Liz's talk, as sprite! And I remember the film 'Peter Pan' who had also a sprite... and also the way she was talking to the King's son, telling him about sexuality and what he didn't know...

Anyway, some great start there, Ken and waiting for more! EVE :mrgreen:
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Re: Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, Aug 14,2015

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begonia9508: This was Carole's favorite

keep smiling 7: thanks

Chapter 2

The Crashdown was run by Maria and Amy, a daughter-mother team. On the way, Max had seen that the local area was rural, giving way to farming and animal raising. In the distance, Max saw the outline of a city, buildings of many stories and the smoke of industry. Looking back he could see the outline of the castle. The House of Harding had chosen to distance them selves from any city or village. Max wondered what kept the house going. Elizabeth, the sprite, had said that its wealth was in the production of the planet, half of which belonged to the dowry of the princess. Elizabeth spoke up, “Big Ed doesn’t want to make it easy for any of his subjects to approach the castle. With his fears about his daughter coming of age, he has become even more reclusive. I learned this much, but it is only about him. We need information about the planet and those who might get us close to the castle.”

The inside of the Crashdown was dimly lit and Max saw a bar running along one side of he room and tables on the other side. There was a stairway behind the bar, which Max believed was the path to the rooms above. It appeared to be a legitimate place, as there were only two women working in the room and both of these were definitely working. The women were dressed similarly, their blouses cut low enough to show the swell of their breasts, puffed sleeves short enough to show well-toned arms and full skirts short enough to show ample leg. The older woman, who Max was told was named Amy, tended the bar and hotel register. She was helped by a middle aged man who took up whatever slack Amy left while tending her many duties. Looking at the other woman, whom Max was told was named Maria, Max couldn’t help but realize how young Amy had been when Maria was born. Maria was the hostess of the restaurant. She greeted customers and took orders, which were sometimes delivered by two young boys. Taking Max by the arm, Maria led him to a table secluded somewhat in the shadows.

Maria walked up to Max and placing her arm around his shoulders, she leaned forward to right a coffee cup and fill it from the carafe she was carrying. Max didn’t know if this show was for his benefit, or part of what she did to every customer, especially male and apparently alone. Liz kept well hidden under Max’s collar so she wasn’t seen. When Maria leaned forward, he felt her breast rest on his shoulder and even the naked flesh above the line of her bodice rest against his face. Max guessed correctly that she couldn’t see the sprite, as he felt Liz scrambling to hold onto his shirt collar. Unless the lass was acquainted with sprites, Max imagined Maria would light up the room with a scream, if she saw the tiny creature. Maria walked back to the kitchen with his order. Eggs, meat and biscuits for Max and a small bowl of honey which Liz had insisted he order separately for her. “You can eat off my plate,” Max suggested.

“Max, we hardly know each other. How can you suggest we eat off the same plate?” Liz complained.

Max was mightily confused. She sat there making rude comments while he stepped naked out of the shower, talked like a jock in the locker room, about sex and now, eating off the same plate was too intimate! Max watched as Maria walked away. Her wide hips, her narrow waist, which Max was sure was hers naturally and under her short skirt, he saw the thighs of a dancer.

Max heard at his ear. “That would solve problems for everybody. She isn’t a virgin, she has had two lovers which she terminated her self as going nowhere. She is thinking about a soldier. Neither of them has made any commitment yet. She would be open to any entreaties. Sweep her off her feet. Invent a new history for her and take her back to Antar. Your children would be strong and your life would be exciting,” Liz whispered.

“Maybe if I had seen her first, but it wouldn’t be fair to take her as a consolation prize. She might make a better life with the soldier, at least it would be of her own choosing,” Max explained.

“Was your approach to the golden princess of her choosing? Me thinks, you use reason to cover your own past made decisions. Better to learn to use logic to make these same decisions in advance,” Liz whispered.

Maria was a flirt by nature. Seeing whom she thought of as a man eating alone without any comfort, she brought her coffee and sat down at his table. “You aren’t from around here?” she asked.

“No, I am just a traveler and student studying the country side and people,” Max explained.

“Be carefull, Max. We don’t know where her loyalties are. She could be a stooge for Big Ed. A bar maid is ideal to pick up information,” the sprite whispered.

Maria went on. “If you are a stranger, don’t let any of Big Ed’s men catch you. Some one tried to trifle with the affections of his daughter the golden princess, last night. Big Ed had his men beat him soundly, but if
Big Ed finds him hanging around it might be serious,” Maria informed him in low tones.

“Was it someone she knew?” Max asked.

“I don’t think so. The poor girl is not allowed any freedom. Big Ed is trying to find a milksop to marry her so he can control her fortune. Personally, I think she needs a good screwing. Poor thing is all alone in that castle with only Big Ed for company,” Maria said compassionately.

“I was intending to ask for rooms. Do you think me being a stranger would set this Big Ed after me?” Max asked.

Maria laughed. “Naw, you are too healthy looking. From what I heard, the fellow who made it into the rooms of the princes was pretty badly beat up. He would be covered in bruises and cuts. If you want a room, I will set it up with mom and bring you the key,” Maria explained.

Again, Maria walked away leaving Max with a stirring as he watched her hips and thighs. That along with her ample breasts as she approached the table made Maria a center of entertainment all by herself. Max heard the voice in his ear, “Do you think she will bring anything else when she brings the key?”

“Not hardly,” Max stated. “Women who choose to work this hard usually aren’t whores. I am sure that if they wanted to, they both could make a fortune on their backs, as working gals. That is not the way they choose to live. Maria and, probably, Amy also have found that being friendly, maybe implying there might be something else, helps their business. Taking Maria away from the hoped for relationship of her soldier would be cruel. Maria wants something long term. She doesn’t have time to entertain a student for a few days then never see him again,” Max stated.

Max felt tiny lips brush against his ear lobe. “Max you are a better man than I first thought,” Liz whispered.

Max and the invisible to everybody else, Liz, sat most of the morning in the tavern. As he predicted, Maria brought him his key and with a seductive twitch of her hips, she ignored him most of the morning. She did stop to give him refills of his coffee and he had to ask for a refill of the small bowl of honey. The little sprite put away a tremendous amount of honey. Max couldn’t see where she put it. She did excuse herself to Max, then dart to the lady’s room several times. “Wouldn’t it be safer and easier to find some place in the corner than chancing getting caught in the swinging door of the lady’s room? Max asked.

“What kind of sprite do you take me for?” Liz asked. Then in a pout she said, “Oh I forgot, you think of me as a nymphet, a strumpet who squats anywhere between screwing woods fairies.”

“Hey, I apologized and told you I didn’t know anything about sprites or nymphets and now you want me to understand what a woods fairy is,” Max stated.

“Where were you, prince, when they explained creatures of space? Oh I forgot, you were probably screwing the scullery maid, out behind the kitchen,” the indignant sprite stated as she stamped her foot. Surprisingly, that stamp made enough noise that Maria came back to his table to ask is everything was all right. Max was thinking about the sprite. For a creature who was proud of putting off her own mating, she surely thought a lot about other species screwing, as she put it.

That morning as they sat, or rather Max sat, the sprite flitted from place to place almost never staying still, several soldiers stopped by. A couple of them bought Max a round of ale and they paid careful attention to his face. One fell against Max’s chest, acting like a clumsy oaf as he attempted to see if Max had any wounds covered by clothing. They were looking for the stranger they had beaten up the days before. It didn’t work, because by this time Max had been able to heal all his bruises except for a couple lower down. Liz had assured Max that out of the bedroom of the princess, few soldiers had looked at him closely enough to identify him. They all seemed satisfied.

As the soldiers sat in their own corner, Max saw the bar maid Maria, bring round after rounds of ale. Elizabeth returned. “They are curious about you,” she said. “They are sure you are not the man in the princess’s room. They were laughing as they bragged about really kicking your ass.” Then, the sprite was gone again to another group.

A little later, Elizabeth again returned from her sojourn among a group of farmers. “That group of land owners doesn’t give a fig about you. They are discussing Big Ed trying to get his daughter’s dowry for himself. They say that Big Ed is considering interviewing candidates for son-in-law.”

To protect his illusion, Max had taken a tablet of paper and was drawing pictures of the countryside. He had drawn a few pictures of patrons he saw in the tavern. Surprisingly, Max turned out to be a fair artist. The picture he drew of Maria earned him a kiss on the cheek as she leaned over his shoulder to look at it. Max had lowered the neck line of her dress and raised the hem line of her skirt so that what he presented was a very sexy picture of the waitress. “If you are not too attached to that one I would like it to give to my boyfriend,” the waitress whispered with one eye on her mother.

Well, Max learned a couple things. First, Maria was further along in her relationship with her soldier than the sprite had suggested and second, Mom kept a tight rein on her daughter. Probably from her own experience she didn’t want Maria to get pregnant and dumped as young as she had been.

The sprite returned from one of her many trips to the big lady’s room as she had began to call it. “Max, the talk among the women is all about the violation of the princess’s bedroom. Rumors are flying that the princess had endured numerous violations and that Big Ed is going to have to arrange something soon or be stuck with a daughter known not to be virgin,” she informed him.

“If Big Ed is as tough as they say he is, why doesn’t he just declare her a virgin and be done with it? Most of the so-called royal virgins in the universe are by definition rather than fact,” Max whispered. To anyone watching him, Max was quietly talking to himself. The sprite was only inches from his ear on the side away from the rest of the tavern.

“It has to do with the inheritance. If she should be with child, be assured fathers in droves would come forward. I don’t know how far along the technology is on this planet, but bribing lab technicians is not a difficult thing to do. Parenthood might go to the highest bidder,” the sprite explained.

“I guess this puts a straight forward marriage suit completely out of the question?” Max sighed.

“It does for the prince and heir of Antar,” Liz said. “Pappa isn’t about to let half the planet get transferred to any other place. He wants it to remain firmly in his pocket.”

“I feel badly that her position may have been worsened by my little adventure,” Max said.

“Don’t get sappy on me, Max. I didn’t come on this adventure to let it fail. You want a golden princess and that is what you are going to get, if you don’t get killed first. You may have pushed Big Ed’s timing up a little, but I am sure that, eventually, he would have had to push something up anyhow. Big Ed knows that even he won’t live forever and he fully intends to control this planet, even from the grave. If he wasn’t such a power hog, he could rule harshly until she reaches maturity and in the mean time be stripping the fortune of this place for his own gains. Big Ed wants power, he wants history and he wants immortality. The princess will never be allowed to live her own life. You always gotta have a plan. My plan is that you capture the princess, turn on your considerable charm and take her to Antar. Then, you reduce Big Ed to an accountant, answerable to the government of Antar,” Liz mused.

I was also in the rooms of Maria and her mother. They were arguing about her relationship with the soldier and her mother’s relationship with the constable. Amy doesn’t trust the soldier. She was telling Maria that he would be transferred someday, probably after he got her pregnant. Maria, was fearing that between the constable and her mom, there wouldn’t be any room for her at the Crashdown. There is not really a split between them, but they both see need for a change and that is what they both fear.

Elizabeth, the unattached female sprite, was already planning how she would tell this story to her many children and grandchildren. Well, there were a few more steps to the many children and even more to the grand kids. That was incidental. Liz had a plan and no one was going to spoil it.
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Re: Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, ch 2, Sept 6, 2015

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:lol: :lol: I never knew you could wrote such a funny Liz, and I really do believe she is more than what Max sees in her! :roll:

She is witty, funny and so lovely! :mrgreen:

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Liz is a real little match maker. Will Max do as she said and kidnap Tess?
I think he was very surprised Maria was more into her soldier than he thought.
Wonder what tricky little Liz will be up to next?
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Re: Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, ch 2, Sept 6, 2015

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keepsmiling7: Yes, Liz wants a legacy. It seems that the female sprites are always competing against each other. She who created a great king might be a win for Liz.

begonia9508: Liz likes Max and she wants him to be a great king. Of course that will be because of her help.


Chapter 3

It was afternoon and so far, nothing had occurred to show Max how to gain his objective. The golden princess was still in her tower and Max was sure that she was still as virginal as ever. There were rumors that Daddy, Big Ed, had started his search for a son-in-law. The rumors all said the applicants all went directly to Big Ed and the princess hadn’t been allowed to see any of them. There was considerable confusion, because heroes and men of great valor were the first to be eliminated. By afternoon, disappointedly, the first cut had been made. Disappointedly, because half of the collection remaining didn’t have dicks long enough to service the princess and the rest might have had the dick, but they were vastly untrained in the using of it. Any issue from this choice, assured Big Ed that for many generations he would remain in control even from his grave.

Rumors were also flying about what the princess thought about all of this. As Liz had said, the golden princess wasn’t stupid. A life with any of her father’s choices promised a dreary existence. A fly on the wall, any wall in the castle, might have seen that the princess thought many times about the young man so badly beaten days before. If he had been truly worthy, he wouldn’t have been caught. The fact that he had tried, placed him above those her father now favored. If chance again presented itself, the princess intended to open herself to whatever the intruder wanted. She had little idea of what the mating process entailed, but with her father’s choices she would die without ever knowing any passion.

Teresa, better known as the golden princess, heard it whispered that he had been a prince from Antar. These were whispers that even Big Ed hadn’t been privy too. Tess was sure that her father didn’t know who he was. She had no idea where or even what Antar was, but it must be far away from Big Ed, her father. Being a prince wasn’t much of a recommendation for Tess. Big Ed had brought several princes by to view her. They were usually second or third sons of some kingdom or the other. None of them had looked like the man who busted into her apartment. Tess marveled that the intruder seemed defiant, even as the soldiers beat him. If they intended the beating to be a lesson she was sure that it had been lost, on the intruder. Tess had kept her emotions in control as well as any outward signs that she had looked at or considered the culprit in any way. If she had showed any interest, she was sure that Big Ed would have ordered him killed even at the risk of war. Where was Antar, again? At least it was far enough away that princes didn’t fear Big Ed like they did on any of the local planets.

As Max sat drawing, a man came up and tossed the rolled up picture that Max had given to Maria that morning on the table.

Max looked up to see a tall man well proportioned wearing a pullover shirt with dark slacks over combat boots. The man was definitely a soldier, but he wasn’t as scarred as most soldiers who had stopped to talk to Max and check him out. “My name is Michael, mercenary in Big Ed’s army,” he stated. “They said the intruder was from Antar. I kept trying to think, who on Antar had balls big enough, to attempt intrusion into the apartment of a royal princess?”

Max heard a whisper in his ear. “Be careful, Max, he is dangerous,” Liz said.

Max smiled and shook his head. “Balls of pure brass and big enough to fill a canon,” Max replied. “Don’t look at me, I am just a poor student trying to write a paper on country life. The princess might entice some, but for me, I can get a piece of ass anytime with a smile, a blanket and a bottle of wine, without leaving the campus of any school.”

“They have good mental powers around here,” Michael said. “Think about screwing a princess and the thought police will be on your neck in a minute. Enter the castle and alarms go off in every mind. They don’t know squat about healing powers. They can put a little man in your head to read your deepest thoughts, but get a paper cut and they go screaming to the doctor. The entire army is looking for some poor slob with cuts and bruises. The entire army that is, except for me. I am from Antar, also. I know a bit about healing. Notice I’m not all cut up like some of these slobs. I think the poor little thing needs a good screwing. But, that screwing needs to be done by a man, not a trained puppy on a leash held by her father.”

“This is interesting, but what does it have to do with me?” Max asked.

Michael smiled, “Growing up, on Antar, I remember the royal heir had some great talent as an artist. I remember the talk around that the old king let the boy’s mother take him to art school, but then he made the boy practice twice as hard at personal defense. The other night, who ever they caught didn’t lift a finger of resistance. What man would have that much will power unless he planned to make a foray into the privacy of Big Ed’s castle, again? Bodily harm and pain could be withstood if one has the power of healing and there were going to be further plans,” Michael finished.

“You do realize that witnessing the assault on a royal person of Antar and not doing anything to prevent it, would be charged as a crime of treason, if the viewer ever returned home?” Max stated.

The smile never left Michael’s face. “Yes, of course, but I think forgiveness could be arranged along with passage for two back to Antar if it also included the package of a golden princess,” he said.

Max frowned, “Passage for two?” he left as a question.

“Yeah for two. Maria’s old lady is about to hitch up with the local constable. They will be more than enough to run the Crashdown and Maria feels we need to find new country in which to make our own fortunes. With what I have learned, I should be good for a commission if I return to Antar. If Big Ed stirs up a fuss about his daughter before the galactic courts can probate the dowry, I will be invaluable in leading an army against him. Big Ed’s soldiers are good for pushing around his own people, but they have little to show, in a rough and tumble, off planet war,” Michael stated.

“I need to think about it,” Max replied. “There is someone I need to consult before I decide anything.”

“You do that, but don’t take much time. I am the only Antarian in the army, but there are a couple of Antarian business traders about. You know what they say about ‘Sons Of Business.’ Those SOB’s will sell out their own mother, much less their future king,” Michael finished.

“Well, what do you think?” Max asked the sprite

“He doesn’t fit my plan, but he has a lot to offer,” Liz answered.

“What do you think about his conditions of two passages to Antar?” Max asked.

The sprite buzzed about for several seconds. “It seems right if he doesn’t tell the bar maid anything until we blast off. The soldier has vested interest in us succeeding with the golden princess, but we would be trusting his judgment letting Maria in on what we are doing,” Liz explained. She had been considering whether the soldier would sell them out or not. He was Antarian and, apparently, doing the same thing as she, seeing the galaxy, looking for excitement. A commission from the prince, the heir to the throne of Antar, would be more valuable than anything Big Ed would give a simple soldier. The thing the sprite had to consider was, would Big Ed give a big enough reward to save his little golden princess? That might even turn the soldier. She finally decided that the price of Maria’s passage would make the soldier much more loyal to his future king. Liz buzzing around the tavern listening to talk from all different groups of men, told her that no one really trusted Big Ed. A promise from the prince would be his bond. A soldier could live with that.

Max leaned back. “What about you? How long do you intend to stay with me?” he asked.

The sprite rose about a foot above the table to better look Max in the eye. “What’s wrong, Prince? Are you missing me already? No, seeing you bumble through your life, I think I will stay for a short time. I am still too young to seek a mate and your stumbles are still good for a few laughs. I probably will leave shortly. I will leave about the time your first son reaches puberty.

The three were conspiring in a corner of the Crashdown. That is three when you counted the sprite at Max’s ear, which the soldier hadn’t seen yet. “It has to be tonight,” the soldier said. “The king will make his decision today about his son-in-law and tonight they will have a huge party. This person you have consulted, will they agree to my terms? No passages for two, then no princess,” the soldier stated adamantly.

“Yes, she agreed that following your plan was better than what she was suggesting,” Max answered.

“Look, I don’t intend to get stung. How many will fit in your ship? It can’t be very big if you have it hidden somewhere around here. We gotta have room for Maria and me, then there will be you and your friend, where do you intend to put the princess?” Michael asked.

“My ship can carry four easily. My friend doesn’t take up much room so you and your girl along with me and the princess will have plenty of room for the journey back to Antar,” Max explained.

“You said she, does that mean we are going to have three women cramped up on this ship?” Michael inquired.

“My friend is not a woman, she is a single, unattached, female sprite,” Max said.

Michael frowned. “Soldiers always considered sprites as unlucky. Don’t they always show up around death? Many soldiers think sprites feed on the adversity of others.”

“But, there are other people who consider them lucky,” Max responded. Then Max said, “My sprite, Liz, wants to know more of what we are to expect. I think her feeding is on the excitement of a well fought campaign.”

“Well, there are four eunuchs. They were fixed while still children. Big Ed doesn’t want anyone with a prick near the princess until he is ready. The eunuchs will be sober, but they don’t have the mental ability of the rest of the royal family.” Michael turned to Max. “I don’t imagine you noticed them as you were getting the crap beat out of you.”

“No, I saw the princess and was surprised that she was standing there in a shear gown in front of the soldiers. All I saw were those soldiers hitting me and later I remembered nothing,” Max explained.

“Your punishment was a lesson for the soldiers as well as for you. Big Ed was telling all that he would tolerate no approach to his daughter until he made his choice. Big Ed doesn’t care who sees what she has as long as no one can touch her. Makes one wonder, will Big Ed stand and watch the nuptial rights to ascertain who the father of any off spring actually is? We go two hours after midnight. Most of the castle will be drunk and we have to hit the eunuchs before they can raise any alarm. Outside of them, an errant soldier doing what he has been ordered and staying sober will be our only challenge,” Michael completed.

Max sat quietly. Then he said, “How do we get in to the princess’s chambers? Going through the castle passages, as I did, will only increase the chance of meeting someone who is sober.”

“I assume,” Michael said, “your question is from your sprite? I said that the people in the castle are very good with mental powers. They followed you from the minute you entered the castle. They don’t have ability to heal and that ability comes from molecular manipulation. There is a locked passage to the princess’s quarters. They don’t consider it because they have no ability to open the doors. They may have even lost the key. Any Antarian can open the locks. They are very simple. We go up the passage, take care of the eunuchs and grab the princess. Even if she sounds an alarm, wrapped in a blanket, she can’t call for much help. We get her to your ship, then, I make a snatch of Maria,” Michael said.

“Speaking of Maria, Max began. “How much have you told her of this plan?” he inquired.

“Nothing,” Michael replied. “Her mother is in tight with a local constable. Maria would feel obligated to tell her mother that she was leaving and I don’t trust her mother not to use that information to her advantage with the constable,” Michael explained.

“My sprite agrees with your plan. We should meet a little after midnight outside the castle. We can better figure how the celebrating is going. Then, we put the plan into action,” Max stated.

“One thing, prince, don’t you or that sprite screw me around. I want the two passages to Antar as your solemn promise. Your word or I don’t come tonight,” Michael demanded.

Max stood and extended his hand. “My word on it and a commission if I get the princess back to our ship. We will wait until you get back with Maria before we leave,” Max promised.

Max and the sprite left the tavern. The sprite, holding onto Max’s collar, hadn’t been seen by anyone in the tavern. Maria had been watching her soldier in conspiracy with the man she knew to be a student. After Max had left, Maria walked over to refill Michael’s coffee. “You were mighty friendly with the student,” Maria noticed.

“Yeah, he wants me to help him score some drugs. They are illegal, but Big Ed usually doesn’t care. Don’t say anything to your mother because she is getting very close to constable Jim. I don’t want the student to get into trouble and if I help him, I would get into trouble, also,” Michael said.

Maria nodded. She was glad that her mother had found an interest in a man. Maria would never betray her mother, but Maria was getting very interested in this soldier. Drugs, which nobody but the local law paid attention to, were not reason to lose her chance with the soldier.
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Re: Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, ch 3, Sept 20, 2015

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I doubt that Maria will lose her chance with the soldier.
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Re: Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, ch 3, Sept 20, 2015

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keepsmiling7:


Chapter 4

Max and Liz hadn’t gone back to the tavern that night. They stayed on their ship, preparing the ship and themselves for tonight’s, or rather tomorrow morning’s, adventure. Max was dressed from head to foot in black. He had a black hood, which could be pulled down to disguise his face. The sprite could choose to be visible or not. Tonight, she would be invisible until she felt her presence was needed.

They kept off the main road. A stranger dressed in black was not normal for folks to see. At the castle, with Liz firmly holding onto Max’s collar, they walked carefully around the perimeter. The castle was all lit up and you could hear the laughter even outside. The second time around, they met up with Michael. “Keep listening to the noise inside. That will give us an indication as too how many are passed out. In about two hours, I figure there will only be a couple diehards still singing. I ducked in and the king has already been helped to his quarters to sleep the festivities off. The man he picked for his princess, passed out several hours ago. They will be no problem,” Michael informed them.

The three sat in the shadows watching the lights in the castle in front of them. Michael was right, in about two hours, much of the singing and most of the lights were out. Max felt his sprite several times leave his shoulder and make a reconnaissance back into the castle. Finally, Max turned to Michael. “My sprite, Liz, told me there is very little movement in the castle. Even the guard is rudimentary and appear not to be very sober,” Max reported.

Michael chuckled. “Maybe, one of them there sprites is good luck after all,” He said.

Michael led them to a door in the rear wall of the castle. He quietly held his hand over the door knob and Max heard the lock go click. Max started to approach, but Michael’s upraised hand held him back. Michael slowly moved his hand all around the perimeter of he door. “I am greasing the door so it won’t make so much noise when we force it,” Michael explained.

The passage led up a dimly lighted hall. Michael wasn’t finished with the lock as he still had his hand on it. There was a burning smell and Michael said, “I am fixing the lock so it won’t work. On the way out, I will fix the door so it won’t open even if they ever found the key.

Max felt the sprite leave his shoulder. He was sure she was going ahead to look for problems. He saw her hovering in front of a door. They all gathered before the door. The next few minutes would tell all.

Michael was standing, so when Max turned the lock, he could kick in the door. Immediately, the four eunuchs stood up and advanced. Their cherubic features belayed their strength. Michael piled into all four of them, while Max hurried to the princess. He quickly rolled her in a blanket and taking a length of rope, he wrapped it tightly around the package.

The princess could sound the alarm, but she no longer would know what was happening around her. Michael had one of her bodyguards down and was wrestling with the other three. Now Max could help out. Max got one of his adversaries down and proceeded to trade blows with another. One thing Max could say was that they were big. Hands about Max’s throat had him gasping. He couldn’t get a handle on this guy. There was a terrific buzzing and Liz, from as high as she could get, plummeted down her small weapon extended to take the man fighting with Max between the second and third vertebra. Her wings stirred up as much static electricity as she could and she let it flow into the nervous system of the giant. He crumpled as Max beat him to the floor. That left the one fighting with Michael, Max reached behind the man and put a sleeper hold on him. It was all over in a matter of seconds. Max scooped up the princess and with the sprite leading they bolted down the hall. Michael did stop for a minute to jam the lock of the princess’s door.

Liz had now allowed Michael to see her and she led them down the deserted hall to the exit. Michael, again, jammed the lock. It would gain them several minutes while those in the castle worked out how they had entered and escaped. They proceeded to where Max had his cloaked ship. Michael turned to Max. “My prince, I trust you to wait as long as you can,” he pleaded and then, was gone into the night.

Max and Liz quickly entered the ship. Max opened the door to the bedroom and tossed his package onto the soft bed. The ship was insulated and under a cloak, very little sound could get out. Max was sure or rather he was hoping, that whatever mental powers the princess possessed, they would not reach across the barrier set up by the ship.

Maria lay tossing on her bed. She was dressed in a simple night gown. Something was going to happen tonight. Maria was not sure if that something was good or bad. Maria was no part in the royal family and thus had little or no mental powers that she knew of. Amy was out with her constable. Maria had tried with all her might to get Michael to spend the night with her. Michael had begged off. He had another engagement, or so he said. Did Michael have another woman somewhere? Was Maria, just his day job? Before she met the constable, Maria’s mother had a dismal history with men. Was Maria destined to replay the life of her mother?

Maria had finally started that slow travel to sleep that happens when sleep comes late. She, suddenly, felt rough hands grab her and roll her up in a blanket. They were outside the tavern, Maria could feel the cooler air, even under the blanket. Maria was being carried, none too gently. Once she heard voices and she took a deep breath intending to let out a scream. She felt the blanket held against her face and the only sound she could manage was a grunt.

All sorts of stories ran through Maria’s head. Slavers were rare, but they were not unheard of. Big Ed had not set up a terribly strong defense of his planet. If she had been taken by slavers, Maria could say goodbye to everything she knew. Nobody, she knew, but nobody, ever returned once taken by slavers. Twice more she heard voices; these times, Maria felt the hand on the blanket over her face. If these were slavers and two groups started a fight over her, Maria believed that she would be killed rather than relinquished. Mostly, the night was very quiet. Maria imagined that a group of slavers would be a lot more boisterous and rowdy than what she heard while under the blanket. Finally, Maria heard two men talking. The blanket muffled their voices. Maria heard a door open and unceremoniously she was dumped on a bed. The door closed and then there was silence.

“How long does it take for this thing to power up?” Michael asked as soon as he had gotten rid of his burden.

“About two minutes, Max replied.

“Well, they are about one minute behind me. I couldn’t take time to go around that last patrol. I ran right through it,” Michael related.

“Keep watching the view port. I have to drop my shields about 30 seconds before I take off. I may try to push it a little. Buckle up. It’s going to be a little rough on our passengers, but I think they will live through it. Max stated. He could feel Liz crawl into his collar and grab on to a button. Max watched as Michael took the other seat and fastened himself in. Max dropped the shields and opened the engines full. The patrols following Michael came to a halt. They suddenly saw a ship, its engines blasting fire and then, nothing. The ship was free from the planet. Max calculated their fuel. They had a long way to go and the first part of their journey had to be fast.

Maria was trying to fight her way out of the blanket. Suddenly, everything in the room shook. The noise was deafening compared to the silence before. Maria still wrapped in the blanket felt herself pushed down deep into the soft bed. She also felt movement as something rolled against her. The something was kicking and moving. Maria assumed that it was thrust up as well as she. When the pressure let up, Maria managed to unroll. Unfortunately, she unrolled onto the floor with a thump.

Maria sat up. Her pride was mostly hurt. Maria didn’t know that artificial gravity wasn’t strong enough to actually hurt her. She looked on the bed where she’d had been placed. The blanket was one of the blankets, from her bed at home. The thing that had rolled into her was bound up a little better. Ropes had made it impossible for it to unroll. Maria worked at the ropes. Maria, of course had never been on a space ship. She had no understanding of the silence except for a low hum that was present when they were approaching light drive. The pressure was gone, the noise was almost silent and Maria was free from the blanket, which imprisoned her. Finally, Maria had the knots undone and helped whoever was in the other package get free.

Maria had never been to the castle. She had never seen Big Ed in person. There was nobody on the planet who didn’t know the golden princess, her now, companion. Maria was upset, but her companion was crying. For a time, Maria felt genuine sympathy for the little girl. “Where are we?” the girl asked Maria.

“I think we are on a slave ship. I think we have been kidnapped by slavers,” Maria stated.

“What will they do to us?” the girl asked.

“I think you will be fairly safe. No one, but Big Ed, will pay as much for you if you are returned unharmed. He will pay a lot more than a slaver could get on the market. A ransom will be arranged and you will be sent back home,” Maria said sadly.

“What about you?” the girl asked timidly.

Maria shook her head. “I am worth nothing and I have no one who might want me back badly enough to pay. I imagine I am off to the slave market and from there to some harem, if I am lucky. If I am not lucky then, it will be a house of pleasure on some planet catering to business men,” Maria sighed.

The gulf between the two women was great. A princess and a bar maid might as well have been separate species. Their probable futures were, likewise, totally different. There was the promise that Tess would be ransomed and be no worse than she had been before. Maria had no hope. She was completely alone. Yes, there was the soldier and her mother with her constable. These were people on the planet surface. None of them had the ability to pay a ransom. Thinking of the soldier, Maria wondered if anyone even had the desire to help her. The women had nothing to say to each other for some time. In the silence, Maria began to look around. The room was mostly taken up by the bed, which the two women sat on. There was a small room off the side, which looked like a place for a toilet and shower. The walls were taken up with storage cupboards and drawers. There was a small place where a person could stand. Maria imagined that was where the pirates stood while they dressed.

Maria’s fertile imagination took over. She could see a tall pirate standing as he dressed after raping his newly acquired slave. Maria’s question was would the pirate approach her with lust or sadism? If she was approached to fulfill his lust, maybe, then testing for her skills in preparation for a price when they sold her. In that case, her experience would be little more than that of being with the store clerk’s son, maybe a little rougher. If she was approached to satisfy a sadistic desire, then her value in resale would be all that kept her alive. Maria was sure that she would experience great pain.

The princess was safe. If she was harmed, Maria could imagine that Big Ed would refuse to pay a penny for her. Then, unless the pirate sold the princess to a pedophile, Maria couldn’t see the princess having much value as a whore. Maria wondered if the pirate would make the princess sit by and watch as he took his new slave named Maria? Would the pirate think that observing what he did to Maria improve the princess’s ability if Big Ed refused to ransom her? That kept running through Maria’s mind. Maria the feisty bar-maid, Maria, the hostess of the Crashdown tavern, now, only Maria, the slave, a creature to come and go at someone else’s bidding. That was hard for her to accept. Think how hard it would be for someone like the princess.

The door opened and Maria closed her eyes. She dreaded her first sight of her new master. When she finally opened them she saw Michael. “Michael, I never took you for a slaver!” she cried.

Michael looked surprised. “And, there is no reason you should do so now,” he said.

“Michael, you have kidnapped two women. What would you call it?” Maria asked.

“Rather simple, I traded access to the princess for two passages to Antar and a commission in the prince’s army,” Michael explained.

“Shouldn’t you have talked it over with me first?” Maria asked.

“I couldn’t. If I had said anything to you, you would have felt compelled to say something to Amy and she was too close to that constable. More lives were at stake than mine. As soon as the prince settles the situation on your home world, we can arrange to visit Amy and Jim. Until then you are with me for better or worse,” Michael said.

“What is going to happen to the princess?” Maria asked.

“Nothing that wasn’t going to happen to her anyway. The man who has now, chosen her is a better man by far, than the one her father had picked,” Michael related.
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Re: Max & Liz, mature, L/M/T, cc, ch 4, Oct 5, 2015

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This is getting exciting.....
Kidnapping by slavers,
and Tess ransomed. What else is going to happen and how can Liz help??
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