We told each other something more about ourselves while we re-
laxed with our drinks and cigars. I told him about my struggles
growing up in a poor family in Northeast Minneapolis and my fight
to acquire an education. He told me more about his life as a
royal prince. It seemed that he was not [...]
Another fear was allayed after I had put dinner on the table.
With those powerful teeth and jaws, he would have been able to
gobble his food directly from the plate. But whatever cultural
forces had operated during his people’s long climb to civiliza-
tion had apparently produced the custom of eating with utensils,
or else he had been [...]
“I see now, Brad, that we were attracted to each other for simi-
lar reasons: there is a small species much like your native
monkeys that we keep for domestic pets on my home world. I’ve
always liked them but they’re too small to do anything with
without hurting them. I didn’t have a chance to do anything
about my fantasies until I came to your world.”
“How would your own people feel about your proclivities?” I
asked. “I didn’t know how your culture might feel about gays
when I approached you last night.”
“Our culture has no problem with it,” he answered. “Of course,
as a prince of the royal house, I am expected to produce sons of
my own to carry on the royal line. But there is a lesbian prin-
cess I know, a second cousin. We have agreed that we will marry
when the time comes and that she will receive my sperm by artifi-
cial insemination. No one will care what we do outside our
marriage as long as the next generation of Taurids comes along.”
evil alien
“A son of the royal house!” I exclaimed. “I realized you must be
a member of your nobility from the medallion around your neck but
I didn’t dream you would turn out to be a prince!”
“You can tell by the tiara around my head,” Kontar replied. “It
is an insignia that only members of the ruling family are allowed
to wear.”
Since it was getting late, I showered, shaved, and had breakfast
in Kontar’s suite before going directly to my job. We nuzzled
each other affectionately before we parted.
I had worried about how my two cats, Alexander and Hephaestion,
would react when Kontar appeared, and when he arrived, it seemed
for a while that my fears were justified. They arched their
backs and hissed as soon as they laid eyes on him and then took
refuge under the couch. But he held several tempting morsels for
each of them just beyond their hiding place and meowed softly.
They poked their heads out cautiously and began to nibble.
Within ten minutes they were purring softly on his lap.
alien humiliationDawn was breaking when we lay against each other, our passion
spent. Every last drop of tension from my previous hectic day at
the Grain Exchange had been drained out of me from our marathon
sexual orgy of the night before. I lay on my stomach, warm and
happy while Kontar licked me from head to toe with his tongue.
“Will I see you again?” I asked my lover.
“Of course,” Kontar answered. “It should be obvious from last
night that I like you.”
“Why don’t you come to my place tonight?” I asked. “The accommo-
dations aren’t quite as luxurious as they are here but I have a
good job and you might find them adequate.”
“I can make it about six,” he replied. “I have an important
conference today but should be free by then.”
He rolled over and lit one of the unusual-appearing cigarettes I
had noticed earlier on the end table by his bed. He exhaled the
smoke smoothly as he offered me one. “It’s been tested and shown
to be compatible with your metabolism. At least it’s no more
harmful than the native narcotic you Earthlings smoke.”
I inhaled cautiously at first and tasted the unfamiliar spicy
tanginess as it rolled over my palate. “You seem very young to
be entrusted with the responsibility of a major trade
conference,” I remarked as I exhaled the smoke.
“Actually all the sons of the noble houses are expected to begin
taking on such responsibilities around my age,” he replied. “As
a scion of the royal house this conference would normally be
something I would have learned to handle several of your years
ago. Arranging a trade deal for your state’s meat and grain for
our mining colony on Antares IV isn’t that complicated. What I
am really here for is to set up a trade in some of your native
narcotics. Your tobacco, for instance,” he said pointing to the
pack of cigarettes lying next to my discarded clothing, “should
prove to be quite in demand among our people. It’s been shown to
be no more harmful to us than it is to you and our medical tech-
nology can forestall any damage it might do. Your marijuana and
some of your stronger drugs should turn out to be the basis of a
lucrative trade also. I’m afraid we’ll have to ban the catnip
you sometimes give your domestic cats among our people, however.
It’s been shown to set off a murderous killing frenzy in our
species and would do even more damage than it does if the user
weren’t so uncoordinated and disoriented by its effects.”
Alien sex machine
The alien was fucking like crazy.
I wanted to hold back, but the pleasure was too intense. I shot
my ball load deep inside him at about the same time his own
torrents of cat cum geysered forth into my throat. I lapped up
every drop of his subtly-accented ball juice before I came up for
air.
We clung together for several minutes and then he turned me over
and without a word slid into me with that enormous cock. I began
to get hard again as his feline hugeness penetrated every recess
of my bowels. I soon felt his vigorous maleness spurting forth
into me yet again.
I must admit I couldn’t keep up with him. Some members of the
Earthly cat family, lions for example have been known to mate
every fifteen minutes for twenty-four hours when a sexual partner
is available and Kontar was one of those members-and I was cer-
tainly available. I must have come about six times before the
evening was over- he came at least twice as often.