“Why does such a beautiful wench hide her beauty?”

“Hmmm,” said the dragon, “the bitch shows her true colors. Let’s
reveal the rest of thy hidden pleasures.”

The dragon extracted her from the armor like a lobster from its
shell and she lay before him naked. With a breath of icy flame
the dragon breathed between her legs and the hair on her pussy
turned to ash, leaving her skin smooth and untouched beneath.
Lizard smooth.

“Now,” said the dragon, “on your knees. I wish to sample those
ruby lips.”

She found herself unable to refuse as she groveled before the
platinum beast. She lapped at his paws ’til he swung behind her,
mounting her as a ram mounts a ewe. With hardly a thought the
beast took her virginity.

Her breasts were full, her nipples ripe. The forked tongue
snaked out and circled them causing them to worry slightly. She
gasped as the tongue traced wet lines around her chest, then
surrounded one and squeezed it firmly. Her hips arched upward,
her own desires giving her away.

His strength redoubled again, and I began to bend, my mouth
now filled with his Wand. Still his strength increased, and I
had to move. I twisted his arms in my grip unexpectedly, stepped
in, felt his weight shift as I pulled him to throw over my hip,
his right hoof scraping, unsteady,

And he pushed me laughably to the hard floor, spinning and
pinning me on my back. Reorienting around the tip of his cock in
my mouth, he thrust it home to the back of my throat and beyond.
It slid, oiled, for an eternity until my face was embedded between his hairy thighs and held tight there, only able to breathe
the aroma of his heavy, full sacks. Though I could not see it,
his tongue serpent-like struck between my legs and slid up between my cheeks, forcing me open and greasing me with his slime.

I stepped triumphant into the final circle, the most intricately drawn. The chanting and drumming reached their peak and
stayed, and the fog of incense cleared, allowing me to see who
sat upon the dais, who sat upon the throne, who presided over the
proceedings.

The ancient texts named him Baphomet; Satan Mekratrig’s
warrior-duke. My sword and shield were limp in my grasp as I
looked up, as he was many hundreds of feet tall. His head was
the head of an ibex, with the outward-spiralling horns, gazing
inscrutably down upon me with the eyes of a beast. His shaggy
chest was traced with scars delineating his prowess in battle,
inflicted perhaps by a flaming sword. He stood, rising from his
throne, on the legs of a goat, stepping into the seventh pentacle
on cloven hooves. In his right hand he held a sword cold as ice,
and his left stroked his impossibly huge phallus. As the warrior-magus, he wielded the primal Wand, and his scent struck me a
nigh-physical blow with the power of his maleness. I staggered,
and could not bear the weight of my shield, letting it drop into
the abysmal pit below my feet, lost.

The fourth circle held the Giant, who looked down at me and
grinned evilly. He threw a boulder at me, which I shattered with
a slap, and then I raised him off the ground as Heracles did to
Antaeus, and crushed the life out of him, redoubling my strength.
In the fifth circle, I slew the Minotaur by taking each of his
horns in a hand, and breaking open his skull. I was imbued with
the powers of a demigod at least by this time, walking into the
sixth circle, the one holding the dragon. The fight was hard,
the flames of the dragon almost enough to make me falter, but
then I realized that they were power too, and took them for my
own, absorbing it into my shield while I made my heart’s thrust
with my blade. The dragon’s blood fountained out, covering me,
and by its power my skin was made invulnerable like that unto the
skin of Achilleus.

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.

I awoke when I realized that I was lying on stone, and not
sheets. Sensing motion about me, I leapt up into a cloud of
incense, and weaved about an empty-handed blow at me. Unbidden,
my motions were swept into a rhythm of chantings and beatings of
drums, and I hop-scotched over intricate chalk lines in the dimly
lit, smoke-filled room. Lashing out with a foot I caught my
assailant in the side, crashing him to the ground. He was up in
an instant, and rushed me. I took a stance, and felt the power
flow up from the earth into me, filling me strangely, rushing
into every hollow drained by the High Mass. The fight became a
dance, and my opponent could not touch me; every time I struck
him, his power exploded out as if he were a powder puff, entering
me. His steps grew weaker, and I drained him dry, leaving him
lifeless upon the floor.

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.

But just as I lost my grip, he calmed, and regained himself.
The next day, I was assigned to another knight. Perhaps I had
seen something of what makes the Templars the holy warriors of
God. I would have to be careful not to fly into such a rage
myself, lest the circumstances truly warrant the use of such
power.

My master at that time, Andre Glaucon, had been a Knight for
several years; he came into the order rich, and was known to rely
on his armor more than truly necessary. He was masterful with
the lance and the spear (he learned the spear coming from the
outland regions) but poor with the sword, at which I was better
than many Knights. I battered him about the field with the
practice-sword, until it became obvious that I was training him,
and not the other way around. Gradually, he built up a rage, a
rage that intensified his skill instead of degrading it. Then,
he exploded, and threw a blow so fast I blocked only by instinct,
and still it clove my shield in twain. With a wooden sword, he
did this!

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Kontar and I were having dinner in a restaurant when the snippy
bitch queen showed up with the T.V. reporter, a cameraman and
the newspaper reporter in tow. Kontar knocked the reporter and
the cameraman clear across the restaurant with one blow of his
powerful hand pads. I was glad to see that he controlled himself
that much. If he had used much more force, we would have had two
dead men on our hands. I left the snippy queen writhing on the
floor after I knocked the wind out of him and left the reporter
with a broken jaw. I’d been waiting for the chance to do that
for years.

He leaned over and licked my ear as we crushed out the remains of
our cigars. I shivered and jerked as the cold fire shot through
me once again. Kontar’s licking my ear was turning out to be a
sure way of driving me wild. I had once had a domestic cat lick
my ear and it had sent the same electric shiver through me, but
not as strongly as this! Kontar continued licking my ear while I
writhed in his unbreakable grip. “Your dinner was wonderful,” he
purred in my ear as he unbuttoned my shirt. “But now the real
fun begins. I don’t think we’ll have any problem entertaining each
other for the rest of the evening, do you?”

My cock was twitching uncontrollably by the time he got my pants
off. I shot into him as soon as his tongue rasped over it. He
held me down while I struggled vainly to get away from a pleasure
so powerful I couldn’t stand it. I was weak and trembling by the
time the final delicious spasm shot out of my balls. We contin-
ued to make love through the night. Fortunately, my inability to
come as often as he did did not matter since he loved to fuck and
could go on for long periods of time before cumming. Eventually,
he even let me take him in his tight, feline ass. The feel of
his furry asshole around my cock was sublime.

“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.”

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“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.

“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.”

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.

I sucked on that cat cock for dear life while the ecstatic tor-
ment shot through me from my crotch. Several times he stopped
tonguing to lightly nick my meat with his teeth-not hard enough
to cut the skin but strong enough to prick it-driving me even
wilder.

“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.

We didn’t go to my place, however, heading instead for the gleam-
ing metallic saucer-shaped antigravity vehicle that he had parked
in the lot next to the bar. A drunk staggered towards us, rais-
ing a broken bottle in his hand threateningly. My new friend
hissed and arched his back. I stepped forward intending to kick
the drunk in the balls and disable him before my friend got us
both involved in the first interplanetary murder case. The sight
of the aliens unsheathed claws and gleaming white fangs penetrat-
ed even the drunks alcohol-fogged brain, and before I could reach
him, he staggered away in terror.

I took a final admiring sideglance at the contrast between my
wavy blond hair and his black silky fur before I made my move. I
had to look up as I spoke since he had six inches in height on
me. “Did you pick this bar for any special reason?” I asked,
trying to make my voice sound casual.

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His tail stirred and his long white whiskers twitched as I came
up to the bar beside him. His ears flattened back against his
head. I lit a cigarette to cover my nervousness as I sat down on
the next stool. Now that I was up close, I could see the answer
to a question that had long bothered me and which I had never
been able to make out from the brief T.V. appearances of members
of this species.

My cock had sprung to attention as soon as I saw him, thrusting
urgently against the imprisoning fabric of my suit trousers, but
I realized I had to feel him out carefully. I knew nothing about
how his culture felt about gays and, while those claws on his
hands and feet might look like human toenails and fingernails, I
knew that they could extend out into three-inch long scimitars
that could disembowel a man in less than a second. Those power-
ful feline muscles alone could literally tear a human in two.
And those long canine teeth in his mouth could sever my head from
my body in a matter of seconds.

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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.