rituals?”
“For us, love-making is different.” She lowered her head and her fingers played nervously. “The Mawany do not have such beautiful rites as your race.”
“What do you do? I have not seen children of your race around. Is that true?”
“Yes.” It was just a whisper of sadness. “There are no small ones.”
Kianto exhaled and tried to force his mind away from the unwelcome sensation of the muri reaching for his balls.
“Why don’t you have children? Are there no places for them to grow here?”
“No.” Won Ta Ki looked at him, hesitating. Finally, after a complicated gesture with her hands, she went on. “We wanted to make little ones on Rahenia, but they did not live. It took us long to understand why. Now, all the Mawanies who live here are getting old and older.”
Kianto shuddered. The muri had reached his manhood and were willing to drag his thoughts away from children to getting aroused.
“Won Ta Ki, are you telling me that all of your race around here are…old?”
“Some more, some less.”
“And your children? Little ones? Where are they?”
“Not here.” She sounded so sad he pitied her. “They are with elders back home or on other planets where they can live.”
“But why are you here, then? Why are you not with your children?”
“I don’t have little ones. They were made on a ship and left to live.”
Kianto felt like fighting a strong opponent. The muri were very persistent to harden his cock and make him forget any coherent thought.
“And you? Don’t you want to be with them?”
“I have to be here.” Won Ta Ki stood to blindfold Kianto.
“Why do you do this?”
“I just have to. Enjoy the muri , don’t think of anything else but your satisfaction.”
“How old can you become?”
“I cannot tell in your way of seasons of harvests. We grow very old. Do not forget, we travel through space and no race with a short life span would be able to cross the distances we crossed to get here.”
“And still—” He broke off, shuddering violently as two muri worked hard and harder on his cock and glans. “No! I want to know—”
“Do not fight. Just let go and enjoy it.”
“Why?” He squirmed while the other muri enclosed his balls and some went even further to climb between his butt cheeks. “Why do you want to see our mating?”
Won Ta Ki sang to him and gently stroked his chest and belly. She did not answer any of his questions, but waited until he gave in to the muri and the soft massage of her hands. When it became time to spill his semen, Won Ta Ki’s melody changed to a livelier sound. He heard the soft answer of other Mawanies closing in, not knowing if he should be proud or ashamed of his ecstasy.
Spent and tired, Kianto hardly listened to the conversation around him, not until the aliens were gone and warm hands freed him from the shackles. He lay down on the soft ground, expecting the red fibers to enclose and drag him under. This time he did not fight.
* * * *
Since Na Ris Nei would not allow Kianto to walk around alone, he ordered Donego to stay at Kianto’s side. The older man took a deep breath when they walked side by side through one of the corridors.
“Listen, you are only free as long as Na Ris Nei says so. I heard Won Ta Ki beg for your freedom in the palace. If you misbehave once again, he might—”
“Yes, I know, he’ll drag my cock to the floor and trample on it.” Kianto shot Donego an angry glare. “There are more secrets around, don’t you understand? I’m convinced we can still break the invasion and send them home. Get our lands back!”
Donego shook his head.
“You’re still a youngster, Kianto. They are strong and by far more intelligent than you and I can imagine.”
“I see that your imagination has run dry long ago.”
“They outwit us every time we think we have them. Hanjek and his men were just the most prominent ones that they captured. Don’t you think there were others thinking like
“For us, love-making is different.” She lowered her head and her fingers played nervously. “The Mawany do not have such beautiful rites as your race.”
“What do you do? I have not seen children of your race around. Is that true?”
“Yes.” It was just a whisper of sadness. “There are no small ones.”
Kianto exhaled and tried to force his mind away from the unwelcome sensation of the muri reaching for his balls.
“Why don’t you have children? Are there no places for them to grow here?”
“No.” Won Ta Ki looked at him, hesitating. Finally, after a complicated gesture with her hands, she went on. “We wanted to make little ones on Rahenia, but they did not live. It took us long to understand why. Now, all the Mawanies who live here are getting old and older.”
Kianto shuddered. The muri had reached his manhood and were willing to drag his thoughts away from children to getting aroused.
“Won Ta Ki, are you telling me that all of your race around here are…old?”
“Some more, some less.”
“And your children? Little ones? Where are they?”
“Not here.” She sounded so sad he pitied her. “They are with elders back home or on other planets where they can live.”
“But why are you here, then? Why are you not with your children?”
“I don’t have little ones. They were made on a ship and left to live.”
Kianto felt like fighting a strong opponent. The muri were very persistent to harden his cock and make him forget any coherent thought.
“And you? Don’t you want to be with them?”
“I have to be here.” Won Ta Ki stood to blindfold Kianto.
“Why do you do this?”
“I just have to. Enjoy the muri , don’t think of anything else but your satisfaction.”
“How old can you become?”
“I cannot tell in your way of seasons of harvests. We grow very old. Do not forget, we travel through space and no race with a short life span would be able to cross the distances we crossed to get here.”
“And still—” He broke off, shuddering violently as two muri worked hard and harder on his cock and glans. “No! I want to know—”
“Do not fight. Just let go and enjoy it.”
“Why?” He squirmed while the other muri enclosed his balls and some went even further to climb between his butt cheeks. “Why do you want to see our mating?”
Won Ta Ki sang to him and gently stroked his chest and belly. She did not answer any of his questions, but waited until he gave in to the muri and the soft massage of her hands. When it became time to spill his semen, Won Ta Ki’s melody changed to a livelier sound. He heard the soft answer of other Mawanies closing in, not knowing if he should be proud or ashamed of his ecstasy.
Spent and tired, Kianto hardly listened to the conversation around him, not until the aliens were gone and warm hands freed him from the shackles. He lay down on the soft ground, expecting the red fibers to enclose and drag him under. This time he did not fight.
* * * *
Since Na Ris Nei would not allow Kianto to walk around alone, he ordered Donego to stay at Kianto’s side. The older man took a deep breath when they walked side by side through one of the corridors.
“Listen, you are only free as long as Na Ris Nei says so. I heard Won Ta Ki beg for your freedom in the palace. If you misbehave once again, he might—”
“Yes, I know, he’ll drag my cock to the floor and trample on it.” Kianto shot Donego an angry glare. “There are more secrets around, don’t you understand? I’m convinced we can still break the invasion and send them home. Get our lands back!”
Donego shook his head.
“You’re still a youngster, Kianto. They are strong and by far more intelligent than you and I can imagine.”
“I see that your imagination has run dry long ago.”
“They outwit us every time we think we have them. Hanjek and his men were just the most prominent ones that they captured. Don’t you think there were others thinking like
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