Dahala’s armor felt warm on her shoulders as she saddled her war
stallion. She hated horses and this spirited light war horse was
no exception. They tended to be headstrong and they smelled bad,
though, admittedly, their fur could be soft. The feel of the
saddle reminded her of the smooth leather against her own skin
under her armor. She loved leather and when the horse died,
either in combat or if she slit the foul thing’s throat, she’d
make herself a new jerkin out of it’s hide.

She swung up into the saddle, the girth tight around the horse’s
barrel, the cinch squeezing it snugly. Though she was still a
virgin, she was not quite the valiant knight most thought her to
be – mainly because she, and her five sisters, enjoyed the teas-
ing she could give the men – and the sound thrashing if they
overstepped their bounds. Still she was kind by nature. She was
a tall woman, broad of shoulder, narrow of waist, and quite
lithe. Her musculature did not detract, rather, it enhanced her
shapely figure. The long flowing blonde hair left hidden, along
with the firm curves, inside the full plate armor she wore.

I began to explode, unable to contain him as his power
spurted forth into me, coating me for faster, more powerful
thrusts and explosions. My every cell was inundated with his
lust, heated to white-hot, until I could take it no more and lost
consciousness.

I awoke the next day, and knew that now, I was truly a
Templar. I felt the power of the demonseed filling me, and knew
that I could release it at will, that I had the true power within
me, and I was Baphomet’s, now and forever.

My mind flicked back to the ceremony. Strangely, I did not
feel empowered by the High Mass. As I drank the wine and ate the
wafer, rather, all power seemed drained from me, and I felt
light, empty and powerless. I managed to walk to the Master for
the rest of the ceremony, receiving my blow and my knighthood. I
must have blacked out somewhere in the run to leap upon my steed,
and I do not remember making the strike, but I did, and I rode
forth from the town, clinging to my steed like a babe.

Kontar nibbled on my ear. I was acutely aware of his musky,
male cat odor, mixed with the smell of cigar on his pelt. “You
still misunderstand. You’ll be working for a joint Ailourian-
Earth consortium and your company has agreed as part of the trade
deal to take you back if you ever want to return to Earth.
You’ll have to come back frequently in any event to properly
oversee the expanding trade between our people. I regret that,
but I knew you’d never consent to be a kept boy.”

Kontar’s tongue flicking down my throat cut off my joyful assent.

The following week was hectic, as I had to arrange for a caretak-
er for my house and wind up my other affairs in that time. There
was an expensive formal dinner to celebrate the agreement the
night before we left. I caught a glimpse of the figure I cut in
my tight-fitting dinner jacket in one of the mirrors as I circu-
lated around the ballroom exchanging pleasantries with the
guests. All the leading big-monied families were there, the
governor, along with the mayors of Minneapolis and St. Paul. I
had to bite my tongue when talking to some of them who had pre-
sided over a six-year wave of arrests of gays in adult bookstores
and parks, and who had done nothing about police brutality
against gays.

I lit a cigar before I answered. “It just wouldn’t work,” I
said. “I know we like each other.” I hesitated before going on.
“Maybe I should even say I love you. But I couldn’t go to Ailou-
ros as your pet human. I had to fight like hell to get off the
streets of Northeast Minneapolis and get where I am now. I’m
supporting myself and doing a damn good job of it. I won’t
change that-even for you.”

Kontar drew me into the curve of his arm before he answered.
“And I love you, human. You misunderstand my proposal. We want
to employ you as our liaison with Earth in carrying out the trade
agreement. You’ll be well paid-extremely well paid since you
will need to be very wealthy indeed to live in a manner befitting
your position as the true beloved of the fourth in line to the
throne of Ailouros!”

He was right, the commercial establishment in this state really
wanted that trade agreement and what the establishment in this
state wants, it gets. The reporters were quashed and their
stories killed. Oh, I know that the powers that be have a liber-
al image in Minnesota but there is an iron hand beneath those
velvet gloves.

With the impending successful conclusion of the negotiations and
Kontar’s departure, the moment that both of us had avoided talk-
ing about was fast approaching. Kontar was the first to bring it
up, about a week before his departure, one night when he was at
my house.

“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.

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.

“Kontar,” he answered, “Kontar isem Taurid.”

“Mine’s Brad Carson,” I replied.

The antigravity vehicle continued rising, soaring in one smooth
motion from the parking lot of the bar to the roof of the Amfac
Hotel, less than four blocks away. Within a minute of leaving
the parking lot, we were setting down in the heliport on the
hotel’s roof. We took the elevator down to one of the penthouse
suites.

Our hands were all over each other as soon as we had entered the
luxurious suite. He removed my suit coat and tie and undid the
buttons of my shirt while I merely had to unfasten the clasp of
his golden cape. He removed my shoes and undid my pants while I
slid his loin cloth down over his legs. Our cocks sprang free to
point at each other. It is a standard joke about porn writing
that everyone has a twelve-inch cock, something very rare among
humans. But here at last was the reality: his twelve incher
dwarfed my own thick nine inches.

Monster Perverts

The remote ancestors of the Ailourians had been an animal that
almost exactly resembled the Earthly domestic cat in external
appearance. The species had taken to the trees and become arbo-
real hunters, developing digited hands, opposable thumbs and a
prehensile tail to aid their pursuit of prey from branch to
branch. Later, when a drying of the climate caused their forest
habitat to shrink, they came down from the trees, increased in
size and evolved in intelligence just as we Earth humans had.