Allura Does Arus

Keith had been scouring the city for several hours and had found no clues as to the cause of the destruction. The once thriving city was now a lifeless hulk. A few small fires continued to burn amongst the debris. Most of the buildings were now piles of rock and concrete, a few were in the midst of collapsing. He surveyed the land carefully with his eyes, hoping to find at least one survivor.

Hunk and Lance weren’t having much luck either. Walking along the streets heading out of the industrial area towards the residential blocks, they saw nothing but ruins.

“What could have caused this?” Hunk asked.

“I’m telling you, Lotor had something to do with it,” Lance replied.

“Then why didn’t the planetary alarms go off? We should have gotten some kind of warning.”

“I don’t know Hunk,” Lance sighed heavily. “Come on, let’s start searching the remaining homes. Someone’s bound to have survived all of this.”

Meanwhile, Allura and Pidge were searching the devastated village.

Pidge could hardly believe his eyes when they first landed on the outskirts of the small town.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” he had said.

“We can only hope and pray that someone is alive,” Allura said softly.

Like the others, they had been searching for hours and still found no sign of life.

“Maybe someone escaped into the woods during the attack,” Pidge suggested.

The village lay nestled between a calm river and a forest of thick, ancient trees. Farm land had been cultivated to the south, along the river bank. The main roads leading in and out of the village and the village square had been laid with cobblestone-like material. The other roads and paths leading around the village still retained their dirt origins.

“I’m going to go check it out,” Pidge said in a hopeful voice.

“Be careful Pidge,” Allura called out as Pidge jogged towards the towering trees. “It could be dangerous.”

“I’ll be alright,” Pidge called back. “Just keep looking for survivors.”

Allura sighed and watched Pidge disappear from sight. Deep down she knew there weren’t any survivors, but she went about the task, just incase. To Allura, the village seemed much bigger without the people bustling back and forth. Very few buildings were left standing and no bodies could be found. This confused Allura greatly.

“What would take all the bodies?” she asked herself.

Allura made her way down one of the dirt streets heading away from the town center towards the river. Deserted, the street looked foreboding, almost threatening. As she passed an alley way between two destroyed homes, she felt like she was being watched. Allura shook the feeling away, knowing that there was no one in the village to be watching her. Near the end of the street, Allura noticed a home still standing and she moved to investigate it.

The home was small, with one main room with a hallway leading to the left. The main room, which also contained a small kitchen at the far end, was a wreck. Something had smashed holes in the walls, furniture was thrown about, dishes were broken, and the windows were shattered. Halfway down the hall was a small room, which looked to belong to a child. A few toys were still lying on the floor as though the person playing with them had left in a hurry. The room, Allura noticed, was surprisingly void of damage. Allura walked down the hallway, looking at the picture frames that had fallen or had knocked askew. Allura stopped and stared at one of these pictures.

The picture, which Allura had straightened, showed a young girl about the age of six, sitting on the shoulders of a handsome man. The man had thick, wavy brown hair and striking blue eyes. Next to him, looking at the child was an attractive woman, with red hair and green eyes. Everyone in the picture looked happy.

“Why can’t I have that?” Allura said out loud.

She moved down the hallway to what was the master bedroom. It wasn’t much bigger than the main room, with a bed in the corner, a dresser to the right of the door and a cracked mirror just opposite the dresser. To Allura’s left was the bathroom. The bedroom, like the child’s room, was mostly undamaged. A hole in the ceiling allowed a ray of sunlight to shine down onto the bed. Pictures, some clothes, and beauty products lay scattered around the floor.

Allura removed her helmet and gloves, placing them on top of the dresser then sat down on the bed. “So this was their bed,” she thought. “I wonder how many times they made love on it?”

Ever since Keith distracted her attention when they took off from the castle Allura had been able to ignore the feelings within her body. But now that she was alone, in a stranger’s bedroom, the feelings began to over take her mind again. She reached out and touched the bedpost at the foot of the bed. Her hand moved gently over the slender piece of brown wood. She stroked the post, letting her hand work up and over the pointed tip, letting her skin absorb the carvings of the material, appreciating the craftsmanship that went into shaping the piece of furniture.

Looking around the room, something at Allura’s feet caught her eye. She bent down and picked it up then realized what it was. In her hand she held a pair of light blue panties. These were not the wide, full cut panties that Nanny always set out for Allura to wear, but a pair of small cut panties that were revealing enough to catch a man’s attention but still left just enough to the imagination. The kind that Allura always put on as soon as Nanny left the room.

Allura sat mesmerized by the item of clothing. The fabric was smooth and light. She let her fingers trace the crotch of the panties, wondering how many times the woman’s husband and done so while she wore them. Lifting the undergarment to her face, Allura breathed in deeply through her nose, the woman’s scent was still there. Allura inhaled the sweet aroma and her mind became intoxicated. She felt the familiar stirrings between her legs, which now screamed for attention. Allura stood and little by little she removed her flight suit, beginning with her boots, then the suit itself. She removed her own bra and panties and slide the foreign pair onto her body.

The blue panties were slightly smaller than what Allura was use to wearing. They didn’t quite cover her completely, but Allura didn’t care. She moved in front of the cracked mirror to admire herself. She let her hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, pulling her nipples until they stood erect. Her hands moved down her stomach and over the front of the panties. Despite the smaller size, they felt good on her. She rubbed the outside of the panties, feeling her juices being soaked into the fabric. Allura felt a strange twang of guilt and excitement for wearing the panties. In her mind, she rationalized that the owner of these panties was probably dead and instead of looking for her, Allura was modeling her underwear. However, the excitement of knowing that her juices were mixing into the fabric with that of the other woman’s was too much for Allura.

Allura moved to the end of the bed and once again began caressing the bedpost. In her mind, she imagined the bed was Keith and that the bedpost was an extension of his manhood. Her hands stroked up and down the wood, almost instinctually, her pelvis mimicked her hand movements and she began grinding herself against the piece of furniture.

Pidge had searched and searched but had found no sign of anyone in the forest, nor did he see any evidence to support that anyone had ran from the village into the forest.

“You would think someone would have run out here,” Pidge said out loud.

Pidge was just about to give up his search when something strange caught his eye. He walked forward about another thirty feet when he suddenly stopped. His eyes widened and both a grin and a frown crossed his face. He quickly gathered up his discovery then bolted back towards the village as quickly as he could.

Allura needed more than just harmless grinding. Her body ached to be filled. Allura sat back down on the bed and laid back, letting her legs dangle over the side. Pulling the fabric of the panties aside, Allura plunged her fingers into her now exposed womanhood. Allura moaned loudly as her fingers were swallowed up and smothered by the hot juices now flowing freely from her. In and out she moved her hand, burying herself to the knuckles then pulling out just before her fingernails. Her breathing was becoming more jagged and she became more vocal as the pleasure took her over. In her mind, it wasn’t her fingers inside of her, it was Keith. With her ankles resting on his shoulders and his strong hands gripping her legs as he forced himself into her.

“Oh yes…yes….harder, more….give me more…..Oh yes, Keith!”

Pidge stopped in his tracks. He had made it back to the village and was running from street to street looking for Allura. He froze when he heard a voice crying out.

“Nah, it couldn’t have been…” he thought. He focused his attention to listening for the sound again. He was close to a house that still seemed intact and from inside he thought he could hear moaning.

“Uh…uh….oh….mmmmmm,” Allura moaned louder. Her fingers were moving fast inside her. Her feet were now resting on the edge of the mattress and her legs were spread wide. Her pelvis was moving in rhythm to the thrusts of her hand. She squeezed and pulled her breast, as she gasped for air. Mentally, she was in bed with Keith as he thrust from behind her.

“Harder Keith, harder,” she cried.

Pidge couldn’t believe his eyes. He had quietly snuck into the house, following the sounds of passion. Slowly he had tip-toed down the hallway and now peered through the doorway, hidden by the dresser. He was in shock to see Allura violating herself crying out as though it was Keith who was pleasing her. The sight was too much for Pidge to bare, but in the back of his mind he heard the voice telling him to stay.

He felt guilty for watching her, but his arousal over-rode rational thought. Completely forgetting his discovery in the woods, Pidge proceeded to unfasten his own flight suit and lowered it to the floor. His erection, though not as glorious as the older guys on the team, stood out proudly from his body. Never taking his eyes off the Princess, his hand moved down and began stroking his manhood.

“Mmmm….uh uh, yes,” Allura was quickly approaching climax. Her hips were thrusting upwards against her hand, giving Pidge the best view he could ever ask for. He stroked himself hard, his eyes trained on the Princess. As she cried out for Keith he imagined it was his name she called out. He wanted to be between her legs, he wanted his manhood to be pumping into her. Louder and louder Allura moaned as her climax overtook her. Not thinking about what was going on; Pidge climaxed as well, his sperm splashing out onto the dresser.

Allura collapsed completely, letting her legs dangle once again over the bed. She didn’t move because she was exhausted. She barely had the strength to open her eyes, but when she did she could see Pidge’s reflection in the mirror. He was picking his suit up off the floor and Allura realized that he had watched her. She should have been mortified but she merely smiled. It stirred her that Pidge would rather watch her masturbate than to wait until she was done. In her mind, she pictured him stroking himself while standing before her; watching his hand move back and forth along his shaft while she slid her own fingers into her body.

With a childish grin, Allura stood up. Turning herself so that her backside was facing the door way, she bent over at the waist to pick her clothes up. Pidge, who had just finished putting his suit back on, glanced around the dresser to see Allura bend over. He could see the swollen lips of her labia pressing out the sides of the too-small panties. As quietly as he could, he slipped back out the way he came in, awaiting for Allura outside so that she didn’t suspect him of watching her.

It didn’t take long for Allura to get dressed. She opted to continue wearing the strange woman’s panties and merely slipped her own over them. For Allura, there was a thrill of not only wearing the woman’s underwear but taking it with her. In an act of depravity, Allura rummaged through the dresser, looking for other pairs of panties. She stuffed several pairs down into the inside of her flight suit, grabbed her helmet and gloves then went outside to meet Pidge.

“Did you find anything interesting, Pidge?” Allura asked coyly.

“Uh?” Pidge turned white. He could hardly look at the Princess without seeing her lying on the bed, writhing in ecstasy. “Oh, yeah…I did.”

Pidge held up a tattered, brown shirt which was ripped in several places. Allura took the shirt and examined it closely. The shirt looked familiar. Staring at it she finally figured out where she had seen it. The man in the picture on the wall was wearing this shirt. Allura’s eyes started to water as she looked at it. What looked like blood stained the fabric.

“Allura, are you alright?” Pidge asked.

“Yes, Pidge. I’m fine.” She lied. “We better tell Keith and the others.”

Pidge and Allura walked back to their lions in silence. Allura stared at the shirt the whole time, her mind now completely ignorant to any lustful feelings her body may be craving.

“Keith, this is Pidge. Come in. Hunk, Lance, does anyone here me?”

“I read you, Pidge,” Keith replied.

“Keith, we found something interesting in the village.”

“What was it?”

For a split second, Pidge wanted to say something about Allura but quickly dismissed the thought. “A tattered shirt and it looks like there’s blood on it.”

“If you think that’s interesting,” said Lance. “You guys need to come see what we found.”