She passed a field with a mare in it. From the way the stallion
pranced she guessed that the mare was in heat. The thought of
the stallion being tormented by the mare caused her to smile.
Shades of her teasing many a man with her own sexuality. As she
drew closer she realized that it smelled as bad as the stallion,
ending the comparison right there.

Soon she came upon a scene of great beauty – gold strewn about
the mountain – works of art scattered carelessly – the dragon’s
horde. Out daring any to even touch it. Gnawed bones and shat-
tered armor showed what fate befell those attempting to claim
that horde.

Finally he released my throat, allowing me to breathe. My
respite was only momentary, as he forced me to my hands and knees
and mounted me. Time lost meaning as I became his
concubine, his tongue wrapping about my neck as a collar, invading my helpless mouth and throat, and reaching down to where his
hands brutally held my cock and balls by virtue of which to pull
me back and forth on his rod in a piston-like action. I was
helpless as the object of his demonic lust, lost in sensation,
able only to serve as I was subjugated by his true power.

Next, I fought a man with the horns of a stag, in a larger cir-
cle. He bounded and leapt, and attempted to take the fight to
me, but I made myself the Hunter, and he, too fell before my
onslaught, and I added his power to mine.

I grew aware of the hugeness of the chamber, and many men
chanting outside in a language I did not know. Some wore robes,
most wore only paint. I felt larger, larger than life, full of
power, and stepped into the fourth circle. I saw that I was
heading towards a huge dais, and the pentacles into which I
stepped became more and more intricately detailed. Perhaps some
part of me might have wanted to flee, but it was long subsumed by
the huge power residing within me.

Once away from the Church’s grounds, I felt centered upon my
horse. It was a Liath Mactha, a grey of battle, and power flowed
up through its beating hooves to me from the earth. I felt well
again, and I rode to the castle of the Templars where I was first
assigned, there being no immediate fighting. I arrived just
after dinner to much cheering and fanfare, received a repast, and
joyously took another heated bath. My last conscious thought, as
I luxuriated in the huge bed and clean sheets that were now my
right, was a delirious joy at the quality of the plumbing system
of the castle.

The extravagant doings finally came to an end in the early morn-
ing hours and Kontar and I wound up in his suite. We were sit-
ting on the edge of the enormous bed when Kontar asked, “Have you
got all your things packed for tomorrow?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Everything that hasn’t already been shipped
up to the starship is right there in those bags over in the
corner.”

Kontar crushed out the last of his joint before he began to undo
the button of my dinner jacket and I began to remove the ceremo-
nial bronze armor he had worn to the party. “Good,” he said as
he licked my ear. “We won’t have anything to distract us for the
rest of the night.”

Well, that all happened a hundred years ago. So you may ask how
can I still appear to be a man of twenty-five? Simple. You
should have figured it out when I mentioned the argument between
Kontar and his triple great grandfather. The Ailourian anti-
aging treatments were easily adapted to human physiology and I
was the first to benefit.

Kontar is now the sovereign of all Ailouros and Emperor of the
Ailourian Hegemony. The relatives who were ahead of him in line
all died in the Saurian and Avoide wars. But Kontar proved to be
a consummate military genius upon his ascent to the throne and
those former enemy empires are now in their proper places. I
don’t have to worry about losing him to a similar death in bat-
tle. Yes, we’re still together. Oh, we’ve both had many others
over the years, of course, Ailourian, human, and many other
species. But we both agree that we are each the one being who
will always be special to the other.

“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.”

Horny babes get punished

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.