Allura Does Arus

Allura awoke the next morning feeling very tired, yet relaxed. She was shocked to find her lower body exposed and the bed wet, both from sweat and her womanhood. The muscles in her hand were stiff and cramped and as she moved off the bed she wondered why she was unusually sore between her legs.



“I must have had an exciting dream,” she said to herself. Her soft voice barely echoed in the empty bedchambers. Allura stretched, raising her arms high above her head, which caused the thin fabric of her nightgown to cling and accentuate her breasts. Her nipples stood out proudly, threatening to poke holes in the material.



Allura heard the main door to her chambers open and Nanny’s voice floated in.



“Allura, where are you?”



“In here, Nanny.”



Nanny came into Allura’s bedroom, irritated that she was still in her nightgown.



“What are you doing standing around in your nightgown? You should be dressed by now. Hurry up and get your shower. I’ll get your clothes ready.”



Sighing heavily, Allura allowed Nanny to usher her into the bathroom. Nanny started to make the bed but stopped when she noticed the bed was wet.



“What in the name of King Alfor?” Nanny sniffed the air above the bed. Nanny turned her head towards the bathroom door and eyes it suspiciously.



Allura washed her face, which was still lightly flushed. She turned on the water in the shower and slipped off her nightgown. Once again, she stared at her perfect body in the mirror. She slid her hands over her body while she tried several provocative poses. Steam was drifting up to the ceiling when she stepped into the huge tub.

The hot water was very soothing to Allura, relaxing her tight muscles and warming her body. Allura closed her eyes and shut the world out of her mind. Her hands danced gracefully over her skin as she applied soap to her body, its lilac fragrance filling the bathroom. She lathered the soap onto her breasts, moving her hands up and down over them, the soap making her skin slick. She rubbed her palms against her nipples, sending little tingling sensations down her spine.



Allura began to squeeze her breasts in her hand. Her fingers pinching and pulling her nipples, forcing them to stand painfully erect. She felt herself getting hot and a familiar ache within her body. Turning sideways in the shower, Allura leaned back against the wall, placing one leg upon the tub’s rim, her hand drifted down to her nether region. Allura gasped as her hand reached its destination. With one hand on her breast and one between her legs, Allura closed her mind to everything around her and opened her body to the pleasure it desired.



Allura could have stayed in the shower for most of the day, if not for Nanny knocking on the door. After reaching climax, twice, Allura had resided to merely laying down in her tub while the shower poured down onto her. It was with a heavy sigh that she got out and dressed. Nanny had questioned her about the bed being wet and Allura made up a story about a bad dream which caused her to sweat profusely during the night. Now fully dressed in her civilian pants and shirt, and finally away from Nanny, Allura headed down to breakfast where she hoped Keith wouldn’t be too upset with her for being late.



Cossack stood upon the bridge of the Destroyer, a new Zelkarth class battleship and the flagship of the 61st Doom Fleet. A small fleet of cruisers floated around the Destroyer, creating a sphere of firepower that could defend the battleship from attack. The 61st Doom Fleet was headed to Planet Allebas to join the 98th Battle Group, which consisted of a large number of cruisers and smaller warships. Their mission was to take Planet Allebas in the name of Zarkon and Planet Doom.



Haggar stood beside Cossack, an evil grin on her face.



“Are things going according to plan?” he asked her calmly.



“Very much so. The curse is beginning to affect Princess Allura, though subtly. It won’t be long before her lust consumes her, effectively distracting the Voltron Force and Prince Lotor.”



“Good.” Cossack stared out the main view port. The movement of the stars paused briefly and was replaced by streaking lines. “With the aid of your magic, Haggar, we should arrive at Planet Allebas two days earlier than Zarkon anticipated.”



“Yes, and once there I will cast a spell that will ensure that no one reports to Zarkon without your authorization,” she said nonchalantly.



“King Zarkon expects us to capture the planet for the Empire. We must give a good performance if we are to convince him,” Cossack remarked. “We don’t need him getting suspicious.”



“Leave Zarkon to me,” Haggar replied. “After all, I am his faithful servant; there is no reason for him not to believe what I tell him.”



The two laughed then Haggar once again disappeared in a cloud of smoke.



Allura made her way down to the pilot’s lounge where Keith and the others were eating breakfast. Being the princess of a world came with certain benefits, such as having a private breakfast prepared in the dining hall. However, Allura always felt guilty when she received such treatment.



“Why should I get such a meal,” she asked Nanny once, “when my people are out there starving?”



Being the pilot of Blue Lion for over a year and a half has reinforced this feeling of being like everyone else. Her relationship is so close with the other pilots that she prefers to eat with them than by herself. She gathered up her food and sat down at the end of a small table beside Pidge. She gave a smile to Hunk, who was sitting across from her and glanced over at Keith. Their eyes met just briefly. Lance, who was sitting on the other side of Pidge, glanced down the table at Allura and said “good morning” to her.



“Running a little late this morning, Princess?” Hunk asked.



“Yes, I had a…bad dream that woke me up in the middle of the night.”



“What happened in this dream?” Keith asked in a concerned manner.



“Nothing,” she said a little too fast and loud. She saw all of their eyes turning to her and her face flushed a bright pink. She tried to compose herself without letting anything on. “I just had a dream that Lotor was chasing me, that’s all.” She quickly shoved a piece of breakfast cake (which had a striking resemblance to a pancake) into her mouth.



“Allura, that’s a serious dream. How do you even know it was a dream?” Keith started



Allura swallowed her food and became extremely defensive. “I think I would know if it was a dream or not.” Allura jammed her fork into the piece of breakfast meat that looked like link sausage.



Pidge flinched when he saw Allura’s fork pierce the meat. “Keith, I don’t think know is a good time to discuss Allura’s dreams.”



“Now is the perfect time to discuss this, Pidge. We’ve all been feeling drained with the recent attacks by the robeasts. The lions are being repaired almost every day because of it and now Allura’s having nightmares of Lotor chasing her,” Keith stated.



“I wouldn’t exactly call it a nightmare,” Allura thought to herself. A small grin crossed her face, which Pidge noticed.



“What are you getting at, Keith?” Lance asked.



“My point is, we need to start taking better care of ourselves, or else we’re all going to start cracking soon under the pressure that the forces of Doom are applying to Arus.”



“I think you’re already cracking,” Lance told him jokingly. “If we start getting worked up, we’ll be playing right into their hands. What we need to do is relax and take things one day at a time.”



Allura mentally blocked out the argument between Keith and Lance. Hunk had joined in, trying to get the two to call a truce. Keith kept arguing that more training, both mentally and physically would help them all in their fight against Lotor. Lance, on the other hand, argued that a vacation, not training is what everyone needed.



Allura picked up another sausage link with her fork and stared at it. Her eyes traced the cylindrical shape of the meat, the rounded edges, and the semi-smooth surface. She licked her lips and slid one end of the link into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip of the sausage link and instinctively, she sucked hard, pulling the juices from the meat.



Pidge had gotten tired of listening to his “superior” officers argue and had turned to ask Allura something when he saw take the sausage into her mouth. He watched as she sucked the juices from the end of the sausage and eventually bit the end off.



Allure swallowed the small piece of meat then noticed that Pidge was watching her. She noticed that Keith and Lance were now issuing verbal insults at one another and that Hunk was all but restraining the two of them. With a wicked smile she plucked the sausage from the fork with her fingers and placed the end that she had bitten back into her mouth.



Pidge was mesmerized by Allura. His eyes followed the sausage as Allura placed one finger at the end of the sausage and slid the whole thing into her mouth. His mouth gaped opened as she pushed the sausage out with her tongue then sucked it back in again. She gave Pidge a wink then chewed the sausage.



“Voltron Force, please report to Castle Control. Voltron Force, please report to Castle Control.”



“That was Coran,” Keith said.



“Well who else uses the P.A. system around here?” Lance asked.



“Let’s go guys!” Hunk said enthusiastically.



Everyone got up from the table except Pidge.



“Pidge, are you coming?” Lance asked.



“In a minute,” he replied. “I need to run to the bathroom first.”



“Ok, but don’t take too long,” said Allura slyly.



Once everyone had left the room, Pidge stood up. His pants were uncomfortably tight and as he made his way to the bathroom, he hoped no one would come in and notice the small bulge that had formed in the front of his pants.