A Story Written By Queenliz…
Vage speaks again,
“A few females have revolted, and are returning to your planet, to seek me out, and verify if it’s true. If it is, then it will mean a massive social change for our society.” Vage waves to the others of her species. “These are
delegates from their strongest ships.”
Vage seems to be getting excited, her nip.ples even growing rigid, and it’s hard for me not to share in
it. It means that she won’t be an exile, she might be in contact with the rest of her race for the remainder of her lifespan. Then the rest of the news falls
“If I have been found to be lying, then I will be executed immediately, and the lives of the rebel
females will also be forfeit, for their crimes in coming to me.”
“Great,” I say, knowing that Vage had indeed enjoyed our mating, “but I don’t see any other
males here for them to experience it with.” Only after the words are out of my mouth, do I realize my stupidity. “Oh. . .” I say, at the same time
Loveth smacks my arm. “It’s you, silly,” my sister tells me, unnecessarily.
“What a lucky pervert you are, getting to service all of these aliens.” I’m glad at least she’s enjoying
this. I still remember my marathon S£x session with Vage, and don’t care to repeat it. Loveth
grows serious for a moment, before asking,
“When did you and Vage do it? You didn’t tell me about. . . Oh, my gawd! Those children are yours!”
Loveth’s shock is almost tangible in its intensity.
Before I have a chance to respond, the old one speaks again and we wait for the translation.
“That won’t be necessary. They brought a young
female, who has just reached maturity. They will give you the opportunity to please her, and then will abide by her verdict.”
“But I’m not up to putting her in heat, and then having S£x for the next eight hours,” I protest.
“Besides, I don’t want any more children, right now.”
“Eight hours. . .?” Loveth whispers in wonder next to me.
“You’ve been holding out on me, Nick.”
Once again the older alien speaks, followed by Vage. It’s obvious that she understands me, even if she refuses to speak much of my language.
“If what I told them is true, then you won’t need to put her in heat. Merely please her, and it will be
done,” Vage translates.
[b]’Vage,'[/b] I think to her privately,[b] ‘Are you okay with
this? Can’t I just couple with you? I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘How can this hurt me?'[/b] comes her immediate response. [b]’When you prove I’m right, everything
will change. Also, if you only mate with me, they can claim that I am lying to save our lives. They want this to be true. It will mean that our females will no longer be subservient to the males. No longer have to suffer violent matings.’
‘But won’t it bother you, to see me with another woman?'[/b] I ask, even though I know she’s seen me having S£x with numerous other women, as she’s always spying on me. But those other
women have all been human. This time it will be with one of her own species.
[b]’We do not choose a mate for life, as you
humans try to do. We have always mated for the best offspring, choosing the strongest males.
When things change, then maybe we can think about finding only one male for us, but for now, this is how my race functions.'[/b] I truly wish that I could gain some sense of emotion from the
words, but they just seem too analytical.
“What about you?” I turn and ask Loveth.
“How do you feel about this?”
“Are you kidding me?” she asks excitedly. “I’m getting horny just thinking about it. Watching you make it with a young alien. . . Can it get any more perverted than that?”
I laugh at Loveth’s cavalier attitude, before turning back to the group of aliens.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
There is a hum of confusion, as the alien females converse amongst themselves.
“Of course you will do it,” Vage translates the next sentence, and it dawns on me I never even had a
choice. A moment later the entryway opens again, and out walks another pink-skinned alien.
She stands a little shorter than Vage and her bre.asts a little higher, but is otherwise nearly
Vage lets out a small sound that I can only
interpret as a gasp.
She walks up to me, and waits. It takes me a moment to notice she isn’t wearing a light suit.
Uncomfortable with so many eyes on me, I’m not sure how to proceed. I’m tempted to use my switches to make her wet, but think that it might
To Be Continued…