Kat

[intriguess]

Which is what her human captor called her, and as long as he was providing her with her daily needs, she had no problem being submissive. Kat had left home due to an evolutionary mutation that had caused the females to become even more highly sexed, and males were treasured as mates, eventually some females mutated to possess a cock, and while fantastic partners were sterile.

The worst part was that heat cycles often lasted months instead of days, only ceasing when a pregnancy occurred. So most of their daily activities revolved around sex, with technology taking care of everything else. Some had been sent to find alternative solutions as fewer and fewer males were being born, and more hermaphroditic felines were being created.

Kat had never wanted a cock, and so had volunteered. She'd landed on an interesting planet, and had been quickly found and put on display in a private club. Her owner provided her a variety of male partners, as without daily sex she got rather aggressive in all ways.

Of late she was feeling frustrated, and wondered if her biological clock was finally ticking.

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[swordandsandle]

As a carbon-based primate of an early space-age soceity, Canas used to have problems. As a third-year advertiser and in the twenty-fifth year of his life, these problems where not so much getting food and shelter, but making his life as good as possable. Not so long ago, he though the only way to do so was to struggle agenst the ceiling for his raises, but about three weeks ago, that had all changed.

He'd been out in the countryside on a short daycation, sitting out in the feild enjoying a nice little lunch on a worn stump. Focused on his food, he finally noticed that something was blocking out his sun. When he looked up, almost dumbfounded, he saw the spacecraft decend in from the sky, his eyes following it, raptured, as it landed and the door slid open, reveiling a creature who was, vaugely-feline in apperance. Of course, she diden't speak a word of anything resembling English (hence, the need for him to give her a name), but the primal, obvious, primal body language and actions had help drastically in the "inital translation".

The problem arouse, however, when she followed him home and wanted the "inital translation" far more often the he could give it her. Then, the little lightbulb went off in his head; this was a way to make money. So, setting up a contract a private, independent club, he decided he was going to pimp.... I mean.... provide her with her needs for minor monentary compensation. Why, just last week, he'd taken in two thousand dollars. Today, he was going in to visit his little find, which he'd named "Kat".

He walked into the club, his cropped black hair allowed to sit freely, dressed hin a long, blue jacket, slightly torn jeans, and a set of thin-rimmed glasses over his light green eyes. Slowly working his way through the men, he was moving towards the back, flashing the proper hand signels to the heavyset bouncer, and went over the the cage where his little lady displaying herself, oddly not slick from use.

"Hey there," he spoke cockly, his eyes giving her a knowing glint. "How is my little Kat today?" Reaching in, he softly stroked the downy fur of her brest, teasing her.

 

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21 solar days had passed, and she'd had intercourse with several males a solar day. Sex did make her sleepy, so she had plenty of down time to recover from rougher couplings. She also had the pleasure of being picky since there were so many choices that she could turn down any who gave off the wrong vibe.

She was fed well, and knew her restraint was for fear of her running or being abducted. It hadn't taken long to realize her rescuer couldn't keep up with her rampant sexual needs, and for most part she was happy with this arrangement. Though she did wish she could see him more often, but evidently this civilization still did a lot of it's own work.

Language skills were still lacking, as she didn't get a lot of conversation. She saw her owner, not that he seemed that possessive, but it was a feeling. It was evening and she'd had a nice long encounter with several males earlier, had enjoyed a nice shower afterwards and then had a good meal. So she was quite submissive this evening.

She purred at him, as she was patiently waiting for the evening crowd to pick up.

 

[swordandsandle]

"That's a good girl," he state sweetly and simply as he allowed himself to smile, feeling her body vibrate as she purred. Oddly enough, even though he haden't given her any form of birth control, and she'd had sex more times then he imagened a woman possably could, she haden't seemed to have gotten pregnant yet. Maybe her species only had certain periods they could do so? She looked so... cute was probebly the right word, sitting their. It was almost as if she was and animal. Honestly, if he could, he would have kept her in his own home, as a pet... but there was no way he could pull it off. At first, he'd tried that, but he'd ended up having to replace his couch and a few smaller objects when she coulden't control herself. No, it was better for her here, where she could have what she needed (and earn him some extra money).

He came and saw her every other day after work, usually for the hour before the evening crowds hit, and also took her home with him every other Sunday, when the club was closed. He could sit for hours just watching her, his mind curious to her behaviors, so primative for a space-age species... or he would, if she diden't need him to take her every hour and a half or so. He let his hand dance up her brests, until her was rubbing her under her chin, opening the cage so she could come out. "So good," he whispered before stepping up and beconing to her, trying to combine the words with the actions. "Kat, come!" he ordered, like a man to his pet should, trying to get her to understand. Sure, some of the afternoon flotters looked at him like he was silly, but he diden't mind.

 

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Commands she understood, and so she stepped lightly out of the cage, her head bowed slightly, feeling eager for his touch. She felt a strange sort of bond to him, but figured it was simple because he was the one responsible for seeing her needs met. She thought it was amusing that the other females bathed her and showered with her as male 'guards' ended up not getting her clean, and while she enjoyed the attention of the females soft hands, but in the end it was cock she needed.

She moved against him, rubbing her naked furry body against his, she wished they would dispense with the primitive clothing, but evidently they had little control over their planetary weather. She recalled how upset and sad he'd been after leaving her home alone one day to find her frantically mounting the furniture. It had been a rough day, and the memory made her sad.

She rubbed her chin against him, scent marking him, claiming him as her property as she purred again, a soft sound of pleasure. Her body was already aroused, his mere presence sending signals to her body to prepare for intercourse. Her musky sweet scent was affecting quite a few patrons, and her nipples were fully hard as she rubbed against him.

 

[swordandsandle]

She was quite a strange little... thing. One minute, she seemed so shy, weak, before going touchy and wonton. He wondered what sort of planet might produce these creatures, and what their men might be like. He stroked her face lightly as she bowed, fingers almost caressing the soft flesh. Another thing about these beings... they seemed to be weaker then humans of a similer size, but thankfully that made her that much easier to deal with. Because, what she lacked in muscle to move in bed, she made up for with spunk. The guerd eyed him familerly, knowing exactly what he was going to ask for, and opened the door to the back rooms, giving a slightly exadurated bow and sweep of his hand. Ordinarly, they would have charged him for this sort of thing, but he'd put into the contract very clearly that he got to have his girl whenever he wanted.

"Beutiful," he spoke to her before letting his hand go down, holding her shoulder as he enjoyed the soft feeling of her body on his, pressing forward so needingly. The chin... she did it every time, maybe it was a custom on her planet? He'd figured out long ago that she enjoyed it when he did it to, so he ran his chin down over the side of her neck, over her shoulder before coming back up to look her in the eye, his own member stirng in his pants. "Kat, follow," he slid his hand down to hers, leading her along into the back.

They entered one of the small rooms, nicly carpeted and papered, the large, well kept bed sitting invitingly. He looked over to her, smiled and then let her hand go. "Kat, stay." He ordered as he moved over a bit, his hands going down to undo the zipper on his jeans, sliding out quickly and smoothly, his jacket quickly following suit, both discareded idelly into a corner. "Now, come here," his voice was feirce, and he jumped her, pushing her body down onto the bed, him lying over her, his hardened member sitting just to the inner side of her leg as he gave her a deep, long kiss just at the base of her neck, his hands holding her arms to the matress tightly.

 

[intriguess]

She was completely compliant, and some patrons liked to cuff her hands to the bed or use other restraints. When she was satisfied she didn't mind, but when she was needy, well the claws came out. Her tail caressed up and down his leg, glad he had divested himself of clothing. She resented that he was not inside her yet, and she shifted against him, encouraging him to lay claim to her body.

"Plllssssse," she purred the word she understood meant to offer and encourage. At night a female was always asleep with her, and sometimes they would talk to her as if she were a youngling. The thought of children saddened her briefly, but if her tattoo was still working then her heat cycle was peaking very soon. Of course there was always the chance that these Umans were incompatible, but she hoped her craft had steered her towards a solution and not eternal frustration.

 

[swordandsandle]

He almost felt like he was sinking into her, the soft cushion of her fur bending around him as he pressed down, his chest agenst her brests, his bod slopping slightly with his member held just over the groomed tuft of fur that marked her slit. It was almost as though, when he took her, their was something, exotic in the air. Why, it seemed to make half a beast of him, wriggling about atop her with energy, almost but not quite lancing her, his own mind stuck in the primal hum. The fluffy massage over his leg tickled his mind even more, breaking out in gruntling laughs when he took a breath.

"Bloody flux," he swore as he focused on stiffling the urge to impale for own more moment, priming his backend for the motion. Then, without thinking, he released the energy in his hips, sprining his pelvis forward and forcing the hardness of his member down, breaking resistance as he seemed to pull up from the well of primal strenght. Swiftly, using every bit of power he had, he started to thrust himself in and out, working deeper and deeper in, never resting, his breathing jagged grunts and gasps. Kat was, in more ways then one, and out of this world experence.

 

[intriguess]

He was vigorous, a quality that was sadly lacking on her home world. The few true males left were extremely passive, which was probably good for their survival considering how aggressive the females could be, and those who had adapted and had a cock and pussy, well fucking with one made them want to fuck with the other, but they were tender and passionate, able to sate themselves and their partner(s) with ease.

This was different and Kat gave her entire being up to him feeling him sink into her velvety wet heat. She needed him, desired him above all other partners, thought of him when other males touched her. Her limber legs wrapped around him, her tail stroking up and down his spine, feeling the power within his body, aching for him to release himself inside her.

 

[swordandsandle]

It seemed almost unreal, something that no human should ever experence. His eyes where glazed over in instict, his mind gone the same way. His body felt cushioned all around, fur across his back, on his chest, and enveloping his manhood. Seven thousand years of culture and civiliation where trown out the window as he allowed himself to claim the strange being before him, a testiment to his worthiness and superiority. His face was beet red as he pumped, his whole length sliding in and out, the fluids welling up inside. It was a sensation that could never be matched on this world... and he had it.

"Kat," he grunted, his face squishing in as he felt himself preparing to relase, his hips buckling for a moment, the bed creeking around them from the sheer force of his thrusts. Snapping back, he gave one last, powerful thrust, his pelivs slamming through her cushion and slamming into her skin, before the forces within became too much to bare, and fully atop her, he allowed them to release themselves, his silvery stream flowing forth within her.

He lay there, completly within her, taking deep, quick breaths to regain his strength. The tight grip around his member was, strangly affecting him, as he let pulse after pulse go. For a moment, he felt as though he was simply lying on his own body, nothing strange at all, the peice of flesh below him just another part of himself, before his mind slowly peiced itself back together, his shots growing shorter and shorter, and after several wonderful minutes, disappering all together.

For a moment, he wondered what was going to happen if she eventually went home. He knew that he could never match this; no woman on this planet could grant the same, animalistic sensation. Still, what was she here for? Maybe she'd left her home to stay here? He could only hope, as he gently cooed nothings in Kat's ear, his arms dropping to pet her along the length of her arm, smiling.

 

[intriguess]

She never felt better than after her owner spent himself inside her. It was as if the whole world had been spinning and now was still. She purred a soft cooing tone, almost singing, as she cradled his body to her own, unwilling to let him part from her. His cock trembling inside her, spurting life giving essence.

She could only hope it would take hold, she spent those few moments when she was alone to interface with her craft and knew it would be repaired in 47.2 solar cycles. Leaving was possible, leaving him, that seemed impossible.

 

[swordandsandle]

They lay there for quite some time, intertwined, his grip on her and hers on him, enjoying the simple, basic pleasure of each other's company, his member eventually softening out, although he kept himself within her, felling it twitch occasionally, but, for the moment, spent. He whispered to her, his hand grazing over the base of her tail, a point he had found to be quite sensative and pleasing to her, listening to the sound of her heart and voice, his own complimenting it.

Then, suddenly, breaking the little world they had made, came a resounding knock, then a pause, then another knock, his head shot up, instinct still in charge, body fueling itself for danger, before his concious mind remembered what that ment; he would need to get out, and allow others acces the star attraction. Mentally cursing himself for a breif moment that he'd kept her here, only to remember the extra money, he pulled himself out and off of her, matting his hair down with his hands before pulling her arm, lifting her off the bed and into one last, pleasent embrace, and a kiss near on the ear, before he went over to the corner, pulling his clothing back on, only a bit of bedraggledness visable in his hair.

"You be good now, ok?" He asked her, knowing she diden't quite understand. He'd been trying to teach her a little bit at a time, and she could respond to a few basic words and speak even fewer, but he never had quite enough time. Only two days a month (and major religous and national holidays) did the club close for maintence, and that was all the time he'd left himself. Thankfully, that day was tommarow. "I'll be back tommarow." Smiling, whistfully, he lead her out of the room at his side, returning her to the cage, and locking the door before her, visablly sad. "Canas loves you." he stated simply, before leaving out the door into the light drizzle, wondering idealy weather her race had learned to control the weather.

 

[intriguess]

She wasn't in the cage for long before there were offers, she listened with her heart. Enjoying that at least one noticing the trickle of spunk trailing down her leg withdrew. She waited until the offers became heated and then she reached out with her tail and made her decision. She watched as colored paper changed hands and she was led to the stage area.

He hooked her to a chair and spoke to her in calm firm tones. She smiled up at him feeling very passive and warm. She was surprised when his face moved between her legs. Usually she had a break between clients unless it was a group setting and even then no male had performed this act when she was oozing seed.

The females often caressed her in such a way at the end of the night, and she enjoyed that, but this a male taking her lovers seed from her, seemed wrong even as it felt so right. Her tail was free to caress his exposed skin, and she waited until pleasure bubbled up in her body and her pussy squeezed the excess seed from her body. She could hear the crowd around her, and she was surprised when the man stroked himself, then placed his cock between her breasts and began fucking her skin.

It felt good, and when he spurted on her face she smiled. It was Saturday, always a busy night and the man who had offered for her said something odd that sounded like boocok, and suddenly other men were stroking themselves and seed was being spurted all over her furry body.

At end of night her fur was sticky with the fluids of a dozen men and the guy gave more colored paper to one of her day guards. She was led to the showers by all the ladies, tips had been good tonight evidently. Several stayed behind to shower her, cleaning the spunk from her soft fur. The soft touches, kisses, licks, and the warm water was making her feel very drowsy and she curled up on her bedding in cage with a long purr before falling asleep.

 

[swordandsandle]

That night was rather dull, as Saturday nights usually where at his house. The lights flickered over the dinner table as he prepared himself a meal; peanut chicken with assorted greens. There where a few things in life he took solice in, his job being highly demanding, highly compedative, and spirutally unrewarding. These things, at the moment, where his writing, his cooking, and his pet. He ate alone, listening to the latest world news on the radio; tensions between The Iranian Caliphate and NATO seemed on the verge of explosion, and war seemed to be inevitable within a few months. It was all the fault of the new female president, Cassandra Knight, and her silly feminazish forgein policy. Diden't woman understand that sometimes you need to accept that there are bad people in the world, and just let them kill themselves? It'd worked in the Cold war, agenst a much larger threat. Surely it would work today? Indeed, most of the woman today where silly, entitled fools; only half the woman in his department actually worked, and maybe two thirds of them worked hard. Sometimes, it seemed the only woman he could actually count on was Kat, and she was hardly even a real woman at all.

Washing his dishes is a sink, he set out for a short jog, his mind jumbling over the scheduale he'd set for Kat and him tommarow. First, of course, she'd need her morning meal, then releift, then he'd work with her on her words, another roll in the hay, then he'd set up a movie for the two of them to watch... the possablities where endless. He could still feel the moisture of her clinging to his member, the slightly sweet, phermonic scent all over it, and for a moment after a deep breath, he started to stir, only for the blood to go to his legs where it was needed, finishing six miles before heading home, whiping the sweat from his brow, and taking a long, hard drink of water.

After setting himself down in front of his computer for a bit, he went upstairs and took a long, mild shower, cleaning the rediments of his encounter off him, and finnally, after a short bit of reading, setting himself down into bed. Spent, his body lulled into to stuff of dreams and hope, although he did tose slightly in his sleep.

The next morning, he awoke to a light birdsong, pulling himself up and over to his dresser, pulling on a set of running shorts and and t-shirt, easily removable and looked fine dirty. He almost floored the gas on the way over to the club, seeing a pair of bouncers stand intimidatingly outside, a large red CLOSED sign across the door. Still, a few hand singles and a password, and he was in, the light buzz of the florcent lights overhead the only sound, his little Kat sleeping soundly in her cage, all curled up. He approched quitely, so as not to wake her, and slowly opened the door, the slight creek not enough to stir her, before leaning over and tickling her gently at the base of her tail, looking down and smiling, waiting to see her livly eyes again.

 

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She was always horny when she woke up, and knowing it was Sunday and her lover was here did not make it easier to control her urges. Her eyes flashed with need, her heart racing, pumping blood to her breasts and to her clit. She knew he preferred to mate at home where they had some semblance of privacy, and she bit her lip hard, letting the pain negate the flush of need. She stood up slowly, her teeth biting into her lip as she stepped out and a robe of some sort was draped over her heated flesh.

Kat needed him, and she noticed her mark was pure white, her heat cycle was peaking, and she was glad it was today. Her tail slide up between her legs and she teased herself with it, hoping to calm the desire to mount him.

 

[swordandsandle]

"Easy," he held her side, helping her back up onto her feet. He could feel the heat off her skin, a vernerable aura of it, and the smell of her was almost intoxicating. Maybe food would have to wait. "Don't worry." He knew she diden't understand, but he spoke calmingly, his tone telling her what his words could not. Still, he coulden't just take her outside like this, even if she had fur. What if some police officer came along?

"Here," one of the guerds came up behind her, sliding a well-made light blue robe over her shoulders, pulling it around so it covered her brests and tail. "You might need this." His voice was simple, dutiful, but he could see the kindness in the man's face. "Thank you," he responded, nodding, holding Kat hooked in his arm. "But I think I should take her home now. She'll be back by noon tommarow." They diden't open earlier on a Monday; who was honestly awake enough for that? With that, her clinging to his side, he lead her out to his vechile, darkening the windows and driving her home, one hand on the wheel, the other tracing over her neck, slidding down over the tops of her brests, doing what he could to ease her pain.

Finnaly, after what must have been an eternity for her, he lead her into the house, the couch replaced, the carpet clean, and his stomech growling. Still, her scent, her face... she coulden't wait. Food would come after. "Kat," he pulled the robb over her back, pushing her onto the couch, seeing her tail sliding over her slit. "What a naughty little girl. Come here," and with that, the animalistic lust pulled out again, he jumped her, sliding his semi-stiff member over her clistening lips, his mouth working at her nipples, pressing her down with his hands and his weight. She looked so, beutiful. There should be more like her, he thought. Maybe, someday, we'll find more. Until then, though, he had to make do with what he had, his eyes locked on hers, love and lust mixing together.

 

[intriguess]

His touch only made things worse, her pale pink nipples aching for more as she wished her tail wasn't so furry as the silky strands only heightened her need as it stroked playfully between her legs. Walking into his house was a challenge, and it was a miracle she didn't strip his clothing off, her tail soaking wet as she allowed him to push him to the couch. She was burning up with desire and her claws raked his back as he finally mounted her, sating her need.

It wouldn't take long to sate her in such a state, as she growled and purred, a loud sound of need. "Take me," she groaned her vocal cords straining to string together words.

 

[swordandsandle]

There was pain, yes, or at least there should have been. He felt the wetness of the blood on his back, only a slight bit, where her claws went over his back. Still, he diden't feel a thing, the very concept of pain lost in the pleasure he was taking, impaling her on his hardness, the challange of going deeper and deeper, her tunnel so sloppy with lust that you could her the vauge splosh of it being churned. His eyes burned out, his mind oddly in focus, as opposed to the dulling surrender of last night. Something, differenet was going to happen today, he knew it, on an insitinctual level. Something... important.

Then, she spoke, her voice cracking as her body struggled, but, it was a sentence. He swelled with pride, his training having paid off, his whole self taking her whole self in, his fingers grabbing at tufts of fur and pulling as he trusted, her excitment leaking over to him, filling him with the overwhelming urge to cum as he had never cum before...

and that he did, a moment later, the sheer tension of the situation allowing him to go, his body releasing itself in a gushing gyser, not stopping, going on for minutes. When he began, his teeth dug into her nipple, clamping down in extasy, and he rattled his head slightly as he came, pulling the tip this way and that, his hands gripping her sides. His whole body went rock hard, the two of them bound, his throat rumbling with pleasure, before, much later, he stopped, his muslces loosening, his jaw unclamping, and his flow finnaly stopping, the liquid leeking out the slight gap in her lips. "Good girl," he whispered lovingly as he ran his hand over her ears, laying there atop her, looking down. "My girl. Kat is my girl, right?"

 

[intriguess]

She felt incomplete unable to release the burning sexual tension inside her until she felt his own release, her body sucking up his seed as fast as it could, her pussy clamping around him, she gasped when he bite her nipple, and she felt her body lock up, or lock down, she wasn't sure of the terminology, but she was so tight around his shaft that she could feel the individual drops escaping and running along her skin.

She'd heard of matelocking, but hadn't heard of it actually occurring in the last century. She purred in satisfaction, it meant that of all the males she had come into contact with he was biologically ideal. Her body had laid claim to him and would not release him until she either conceived or went completely unconscious.

"Yes, my love," the words flowed easier as her brain finally stopped focusing on sex and began processing every word she had ever heard.

 

[swordandsandle]

He lay there for quite some time, the scent of sweat and lust mixing in the air. For some strange reason, though it should have a long time ago, his member refused to soften; indeed, it almost felt as though it was sweeling even more, the drained feeling in his balls starting to fade away already. He looked down at her, his both pleased and puzzled, as he tried to work this out. He dregged up all he knew about her so far, putting it all together, srunching up his face as he looked down at her, eyes focused. After a minute or two, nodding sharply as if to renforce the fact to himself, he let his lips part, trying to speak as simple as possable.

"Kat," even though she had a simple grip on the launge, it was far from complete. "I'm not quite sure what's going on, but I'm making a guess. Humans and, your kind have never done... this, before, so this might be new, but I think our bodies don't want us to be apart." He voiced out of his heart, deeply hurth now by the fact that he had shared her... she who was so special, his hand running up through her ears and petting her lightly. "I don't mind this. If we have to make more of us, so be it. I'm just glad its you."

 

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She smiled lazily at him, enjoying the easy flowing pleasure of her pussy gently caressing him, keeping him hard and buried inside her. The others meant nothing, just a means to an end, he was hers, and she was his, everything else was a distraction.

Her still damp tail caressed along his spine, leaving the scent of her arousal in it's wake. "We are Joined," she purred, feeling a strangely happy glowy feel of satisfaction, she'd never felt so content in all her life.

Her nails raked softly down his back, just enough for him to feel, not enough to draw blood. For once in her life she was completely aware of her life and surroundings and not just hunting for her next sexual encounter.

She tilted her head back, exposing her neck and chin, her pink nipples throbbing with the beating of her heart. "Younglings," she purred in agreement, echoing his intent. It was so much easier to understand him when she wasn't lost in a haze of lust.

 

[swordandsandle]

(Sleep now. Same time tommarow?)

There was an almost sureal quality to the situation, as part of his mind seemed to scream from the depths; he shoulden't be doing this, this creature belongs in a lab, are you even ready for children? Still, that part of his mind was quickly silences, and, again, it seemed as though there was one body, one body, two minds, joined at the groin.

The lust in his body had transformed, the feeling something more along the lines of... tired comfort. Honestly, he diden't give two bits about anything else right now, it could all wait. It was something very simply he was enjoying, a sort of deep, metaphysical bond. Perhaps, not exactly love as his speicies liked to think of it, but something akin. His arms wrapped around her, slipping under her shoulders, holding her with him, slowly moving up and down her spine, feeling her gentle, feminine curves and the fur parting through his fingers. His legs slipped around hers, though not hard and binding, and though he was within her in one place, he held her within him elsewhere.

Her tail and claws both over his own back, both of them holding each other, the tingle spread over his body slowly, the sleepy feeling slow to be replaced, and he felt the need to... kiss her. Leaning over, he planted a soft peck on her snout, before realizing... maybe she diden't kiss that way. With that, he gave her a long, passionate lick over her cheek, tasting her beneth, a wet and sweet flavor.

"Children," he stated after her, hoping she'd get the connection. "Or Kittens. I suppose it depends." His eyes where on her beuty, a simple, leasurely beuety. Wasen't it his duty to bring more of that beuty to the universe, to compliment it with his own soild, powerful blood? Besides, imagine what he could learn. "Mine and yours... can we do that?" he asked, honestly not sure. "At the very least, we can try."

 

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Raising a child here, well that would be impossible, but taking him back. Would she still need others? if she was willing to share him then she would have plenty willing to satisfy those needs. Considering the situation here, it seemed ironic that she would be pimping him out on her homeworld. He wouldn't have to work anymore, food and drink would be brought to them, and she could only imagine how easy it would be to take him. It seemed wrong somehow and she let the thought go, figuring there was plenty of time to work things out.

Her craft would be repaired in plenty of time, and she stretched and yawned. Kat felt a little tired and opted for a quick cat nap to revive herself without releasing him, ten minutes later she was much improved.

She felt so small with him, protected, and she moved to lick and nuzzle his neck.

 

[swordandsandle]

Nothing seemed to go on for awhile, the two of them simply enjoying each other's company, their bond. His hands where all over her back, his head and hers rubbing, both shaking lightly. His member pounded within her, hard, solid, steady, in time with her own blood flow. It was as basic as that... a joining, as she called it. The word seemed so, approprate, though rarely used here, the movement and excitement being so much more prefered.

It was then, as she slept, her heartbeat and breath slowing down, that he thought back to what she was. She had a ship... what would happen when she wanted to return home? Would she let him come with her, be the first human to see her planet? What was it even like, to produce a creature such as her? He loved Earth, being evolved just for it, but that urge to see what was over the horizon still remained... and what sorts of marvels they must have. He simply rested atop her, though he did not sleep, his mind doing all the work.

Then, she awoke beneth him, her eyes opening slowly and delicatly, her face at his neck... showing his trust as he allowed her access to such a vulnerable area. His head was rubbing across her cheek, the two remaining there, when their peice was interupted by, of all things, the deep growling of both their stomechs.

"Food time," he told her, still a bit stuck in his simple speech for her even though she seemed to be picking things up quite well. "Lets just," he paused, speaking to himself, as he slowly pulled himself up, her tunnel gripping tight enough to him so that, while it bobbed out a bit, she never let go, held up by his hands under her arms and her arms drapped over his shoulder. He carred her with him, face to face, over to the kitchen, before he realized this body arangement diden't quite work for cooking. Still, he could push her over to the side, if she gripped to his neck and upper body, enough so that he could work with one hand, preparing sandwhichs for the both of them with only slight, unfamiler difficulty, sitting her on his lap at the table, leaning back into his chest.

"So," he spoke as they ate. "Kat... I don't mind if you don't want to tell me, but... what kind of place do you come from?"

 

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Food, which normally would have been brought by now, but this primitive place. "It's more tropical, more techological," she paused thinking of how to explain it to him. "We were always highly sexed, and at some point the biological drive became overwhelming, once we reach a certain age the desire to mate is as you've noticed strong. At least for females, males go completely passive, content to be fucked until they can't fuck anymore."

"Eventually the males grew weaker and began dying, and then some females mutated to have male parts but were sterile, so were able to satisfy, but not satisfy." She purred as his cock was moving inside her, she wasn't sure if he was swelling, or twitching, or if it was her own movements causing the delightful feel.

"So we sent out willing scouts to find alternative mates."