Epilogue:

"I never made it that far, Finn," Blargetha burbled. Having met her former captors, he was back to grilling her about what she knew. Which, as she'd repeatedly told him, was not much at all. Today, though, he seemed driven nearly to distraction by something. He'd come straight in and got right in her face. From there, he'd graduated to picking at her story from every angle he could see as if he was looking to see if she was maybe lieing. She'd expected that. She'd expected to be put to the question in the early going when she was brought back here to Bonnie's palace, and she was prepared with her answers. Honestly, it was pretty easy to answer because she didn't know anything. And that was the thing. She wasn't upset at all by his badgering.

No, it was the pacing.

He was pacing, and it was driving her up the wall. Blowing out a breath, the slime-woman spat, "will you quit that?! Do you have any idea how hard it is to solder these tiny circuits?!" The big man stopped in his tracks. Before he could say a word, his phone rang. Fishing the phone out of his pocket, he checked the ID of the caller, giving Blargetha a glimpse. It was her sister. With a sigh, he unlocked the phone and said, "hey, 'Letta... Uh, what's up...?" It was plain as the nose on his face that Hurletta was still trying to get in his pants. And he was still resisting. What was also plain was the fact that Finn was getting a little hot under the collar from whatever it was that the older sister was saying.

Indeed, Hurletta was playing with herself and giving Finn a blow-by-blow description, egging him on to come upstairs and find her. The big man was a little off from the nanobugs and their distressing tendencies to jack-up the hormones in his blood. At the same time, he was a little worried about 'Letta. She was love-bombing him every chance she got, and he feared there was something wrong there.

"Babe, I... Babe, I can't do that now," Finn told her. "I... I'm trying to find the Bandit Princess..." He was shaking his head now, and Blargetha thought Hurletta was turning on the water or something. "Nooo," Finn said! "No, 'Letta... It's not like that at all. I'm... She's out there with dozens of weapons..." Blargetha rolled her eyes. The idiot just didn't see. What was he supposed to do? Drop everything to attend to her every whim? The world was burning, and 'Letta wanted to screw. "Yeah," he said. "We'll talk when I get this sorted out. Yeah, I'll be safe. Bye..."

Blargetha was looking at him strangely when he hung up. It was only when he glanced down and realized he had a hard-on tenting his pants that he understood why. The big man turned away from her. "I need whatever you can tell me," he said. Blargetha replied, "I wouldn't think the King of Ooo would need to walk around with blue-balls..." His head whipped around. Standing up, the plush princess pursed her lips in a strange smile and said, "you could have anything... anybody you wanted..." To his shock, Hurletta's spiteful sister climbed up on the table, displaying all Maja's gifts to him, and he found himself turning towards her, his eyes staring.

Laying back, Blargetha took his hands and put them on the hem of her dress. Licking those lush lips, she said, "you have all the power... power to do whatever you want... To take what you want... Say it Finn... Say what you want me to do..." His mind went back to that moment in Hurletta's hotel room. He'd banged the slime-princess–and felt immediately guilty for it. He did want to fuck 'Letta, but he also knew doing the bump-and-run wasn't right given all she'd been through, and he wasn't sure he could handle another lady in his life. He was tempted as fuck to go up to 'Letta's room, but he knew better.

And here was Blargetha–the proverbial younger sister–offering up the goods to her older sister's boyfriend.

His hands were trembling, but he couldn't help sliding the hem of her dress up. Inch by inch, he slid the dress up her legs, first past her ankles, revealing silk stockings. That really got to him. "Tell me what you want, King Finn," she breathed. Mouth dry, he said, "show me the goods... Show me those knobs." He knew this was wrong, but his pecker was in charge. For her part, Blargetha did just as he'd said. Reaching up behind her, she unzipped the back of her dress. Shrugging her shoulders, she caused her bodice to slide down, baring those awesome knobs. She was fucking amazing. Maja's work was flawless. She and Hurletta were almost-twins, and they had bangin' fucking bodies. Reaching up with his left hand, he gave her big, right knocker a squeeze. She was firm but still a little squishy.

At the same time, his other hand continued sliding the hem of her dress upwards. Slowly but steadily, the skirt climbed her legs until it came at last to the top of her right stocking, giving him a glimpse of the silk panties she wore. Hurletta had taken to wearing sexy humanoid underthings like a fish to water, and apparently her sister had too. Finn's hands were shaking, and his mind screamed that this was wrong. It was wrong to do this to a woman he held as his prisoner, and it was wrong to do this to 'Letta's sister. At the same time, he knew that if he left here in his current state, he'd be going up to bang 'Letta herself, and he knew that was wrong too.

Interrupting his woolgathering, Blargetha egged him on, asking, "do you want me to strip, King, or do you want to take everything off yourself..." Finn shoved his hand between her plush thighs, cupping her snatch. Blargetha gasped as he began to slowly tease her hot snatch. She'd experimented with that both in the weeks she'd been Princess of her own kingdom and later when she'd been a captive. It didn't feel quite the same as when somebody else did it. Indeed, it was like Finn knew just how to touch.

With his other hand, the big man teased that heavy right titty. Like 'Letta's, she had three thick nips on each of her big, jiggly knockers. The big man teased and stroked and pinched the thick tips, causing them to stiffen, making them much firmer than the rest of her. Leaning down, he slurped one of the thick nubs on the right into his mouth and gave it a tug with his teeth, causing her to squeal. She and her sister were built like no woman he'd ever banged before. She was, in many ways, more alien than the Lamprey Princess.

Blargetha's hips began to wriggle about, and, eyes closed, she began to moan softly. Head wagging from side to side, biting her bottom lip, the genius forgot all about science in favor of something much more basic. Back arching, as Finn switched and began working over her left tit, Blargetha whined and whimpered in soft, high-pitched tones, her right hand grabbing at his. Just as he was starting to work his way around the three thick nips on her left titty, the evil princess squealed in pleasure at her first orgasm.

Finn stared at her, knowing that he'd maybe done something he shouldn't. At the same time, he felt... committed. Reaching up, he grabbed the waist of her panties and began sliding them down. The princess raised her lush bottom to let him, and he slid those big drawers off, stuffing them into a pocket for want of a better idea. Unzipping his pants, the big man took out his fat pecker, causing Blargetha to shiver. This was it. She'd been a little afraid of this. She'd done awful shit to her sister, and she'd been afraid of Hurletta returning the favor–of Hurletta having her raped and beaten and murdered. But she was desperate to save her own skin, and Finn wasn't likely to rape her.

Finn pressed that huge thing against her snatch without preamble, and Blargetha shrieked like a cat when he stuck her that first time. He was rough with her, and that was a strange turn on in itself. Roughly the big man claimed her, jamming his fat dick into her belly, as she clawed and clutched at his shoulders, screaming all the while. Riding her hard and fast, the big man found his own climax coming up quickly. He didn't give a fuck. This wasn't Simone. It wasn't Betty. It wasn't Bonnie or Phoebes. It was a cheap, throwaway fuck with a woman he halfway hated, and an ugly part of him didn't care if she got off or not, though strangely that didn't seem to be a problem. Blargetha had both arms and legs wrapped around him as if she was holding on for dear life. Driving in deep, the big man pumped his dick in twice and shot off like a hose as his halfway-girlfriend's evil sister screamed in his ear for him to breed her belly.

It was every kind of nasty, and the big man only realized how stupid and awful he'd behaved when he came to his senses. He was laying on top of Hurletta's evil sister, with Blargetha slowly grinding her body against his. He was ashamed. At the same time, a corner of his mind rationalized what he'd done. He loved 'Letta. He'd always loved Hurletta, and he always would. He wasn't sure where they were going, but he didn't want it to be some cheap thing where he fucked her for the fun of it and ran off. Now he could maybe go up and see her without being hungry.

Without a word, the big man hitched up his pants and got out of there, almost as if he'd forgotten why he came down. When he'd gone, Blargetha gathered her clothes on, muttering curses when she realized he'd taken her panties. She'd be walking back to her cell worried that people would see her leaving a trail. It had been her first time, and she'd been a little afraid of it. It had hurt a little, but now she reveled in it. She'd done it. Hurletta had been trying to seduce Finn, but she had succeeded. Standing in front of the office window, she looked herself over in the reflection there. The ugly scar wasn't nearly as noticeable now. Finn had been too busy fucking her seemingly to care. Having gotten him to cross that line, Blargetha had but one question.

"Will it be an egg or a live birth," she murmured? Maja hadn't exactly explained the changes, and Blargetha herself had been far more interested in an army of humanoids rather than a race of them. An egg was problematic. It would be easier for Finn to dismiss an egg. A knocked-up humanoid woman was another story. Of course, the big, humanoid love-knobs Maja had fitted her with suggested it would be live birth. Eyes closed, she prayed, "please-please-please be a live baby..." She needed a child. Her life depended on it.

Blargetha schemes to duck the noose. Finn sins. And we're now at the end of Pt2 of the cycle. I hope you will all join me for the final book of the saga. Starfall, Empire of Ooo Part 3 in which I do my OWN rendition of Finn's origin.