The Cosmic Doll Versus The Emperor (Vanilla Doll Book 11)

Emperor Xan has escaped from his prison planet. Milky Marshals' leader Nova Star has been called upon one more time, for a dangerous and passionate mission on LV-624, where she'll face her old nemesis and his beautiful minion Mistress Blood.

This is the 11th volume in the Vanilla Doll series of erotica short stories. Each story pushes the boundaries of erotica, combining exotic settings, fantastic themes, and explosive hot sex. It explores the hottest fantasies of the Vanilla Dolls, beautiful heroines who break down all taboos for your reading pleasure.

ADULTS ONLY!
THIS E-BOOK CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF EXPLICIT SEXUAL MATERIAL WHICH MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME READERS. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS (21 IN SOME AREAS) OR OLDER TO READ THIS E-BOOK. BY READING BEYOND THIS POINT, YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE AND THAT YOUR ARE NOT OFFENDED BY ADULT CONTENT.
KEEP THIS E-BOOK AWAY FROM CHILDREN.

EXCERPT:

Nova looked in the digital binoculars. The Palace was an ostentatious display of power, with its strange, suggestive curves, and its vulgar red and gold spires glinting in the distance.
“So the President was right. They’ve rebuilt it,” Nova said out loud.
“Yes, we have,” a voice said behind her, “and you my dear, you’re going to see it better than anyone else, as our privileged guest.”
Nova felt the cold steel of a barrel brushing her temple before she could reach for her blaster. She sighed, frustrated at herself for being so careless. Strong arms lifter her and turned her around, and she saw a familiar face.
“Mistress Blood! How?”
A tall woman was facing Nova. She was wearing her usual blood red latex bodysuit. It was cut square just below the crotch, revealing her long tanned legs and the folds under her buttocks. The upper part of the suit, by contrast, covered Mistress Blood almost entirely, except for a large hole in the center of the chest opening on her deep cleavage. She sported short blond hair and a long red cape was floating behind her.
She brought her beautiful oval face very close to Nova’s. She whispered through her plump glossy lips.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, dear. With this new camo technology we’ve developed, even you had no chance of seeing us coming.”
Mistress Blood cupped one of Nova’s large boobs in her hand.
“I know you don’t like me. We’ve had our differences in the past. But I don’t see why we couldn’t be friends. We are the same, you and I. You may not realize it yet, but I’m sure I’ll convince you.”
She pressed her sensual mouth on Nova’s pouty lips. Nova looked away.
“Never!”
The blonde laughed.
“We’ll see, my beauty. We’ll see. Guards! Take her away!”
. . .
High up in the Decadent Palace, Nova was strapped to a cold steel table standing in the center of a large cage. Two Mad Rocketeers were guarding the door, while a third one was standing next to the table, his blaster pointed at her. Mistress Blood was circling around the table, like a shark, as she was talking.
“So here we are, my old nemesis. We meet again. I have to say that this time, our encounter is a little more advantageous to me.”
“You won’t get away with this,” Nova replied. “You and the Emperor are going down, just like last time.”
“Oh please, spare me the soldier bravado! Look around you, Star. You have no way of escaping, and as we speak, the final pieces of our plan are moving into place..."