How Aliens Kill Time
By Misterebony
By the year 2411, Earth had become a sort of galactic hub. Aliens of all sorts traveled there, built an econmy there, and began their lives anew there. Thriving in this time were mercs who worked for private individuals, and raders who worked for themselves.
Steven Gerome was the latter. He was an expert trader, and was actually quite rich. His specialty was tech, but he also dealt in foodstuffs, entertainment media, and the occasional pirate slave. He was known as a reliable, trustworthy man who would not back down from a fight, handosme with his brown hair and light muscle tone, and already taken.
The taker was his partner, a Okami female out of Annubis V named Kenta. As the name suggetsed, she was a fox. Literally. She stood at seven feet and was VERY curvy, though not for most of her species. She had gold eyes and sharp claws on her paws, as well as three soft bushy tails. Her fur was a light blue color, and she often wore a showing suit of light armor, usually just a vest, to protect her vitals. She was also Steven's ti-da-ron, or willing slave.
"Course laid in for Midon." She said on this particular trip. "All systems green for auto pilot. Time of transit approximetly 7 Earth hours, not counting time for warp gate transit."
"Good." Steven said. "If all is set, we will leave the sonar alarm up, and the shields. If pirates are in this sector they won't get the drop on us. What's the cargo for this trip Kenta?"
She touched a few screens. "50 kilos of fresh fruit, 70 kilos of PlayCat, and 5 kilos of datapads."
"For a tech planet as Midon that is a good sale. Fresh fruit is a delicacy to them, always living on the preserved stuff." Steven got up from his chair and stretched. "How long we been up Kenta?"
"About 17 hours and 43 minutes Steve." She said. "And I am famished.
Oh oh. "Oh no, you don't mean..."
"Come on Steve, you know it's how I am. All Okami have to. And besides, not like you hate it."
Steven sighed. "Oh all right. But next time a little advance warning? Hm? I mean you are supposed to be my slave I thought, not me your entree all the time."
"I appreciate it when you are love." She said sweetly to try and make him feel better as they headed for the bedroom (Or as Steven put it, Kenta's Kafe). He got in and began to undress.
"You've been fattening up for me." She said, going into a closet and removing her armor. "I canot wait to swallow you."
Steve came out, looking at her curves. "Come here first." He said, Kenta obeying, eventually moving close to him. They gazed into each other's eyes and kissed. Alien romances were often frowned on in Earth, but Steve did not care. Kenta was lovely, intelligent, and damn good in bed.
Screw Earth.
Slowly they laid on the bed, Kenta on the bottom, letting Steve thrust into her slwoly, lips still locked. He could tell she was getting ready, so he had to be quick. She panted and moaned as he stirred inside her, his hands stroking her shoulders, his mouth on her neck.
"I'm getting to love the taste of your fur." He whispered, snuggling in a brief break. Kenta eyed him lovingly.
"I'm glad you approve my love." she said, kissing his neck. "Being your slave has been awonderful experience."
"I hope you will consider my offer Kenta." Steve said, slowly stirring inside her again, gently. The offer was that she no longer be his slave, but they be full partners, and she his wife.
But Kenta always said no. The reason was not love, which there was no shortage of. But as an Okami it was forbidden for any to be tied to one man, or any male Okami to have one woman. When news of Kenta being Steve's ti-da-ron reached Annubis V, he was summoned and told to consier having at least two more. Steve only swore he would consider, and that was enough.
Well he considered. And the answer was no. True having THREE busty foxes would be nice, but he loved Kenta. The leader was not happy about his decision, saying that he was very selfish in not sharing himself with other females of the Okami, but he still would trade with him.
Just at reduced prices.
Steve meanwhile was begining to cum at the moment, the alien pre leakingon him. Okami sexual juices were like a drug, and were often bottled to be sold to enhancxe performance. The juices had a side effect though. The partner often found himself in an animalistic state, unable to control his urges, needing more.
At a certain point the drug kicked out for Steven. Might be hours or years, but the amount of ectasy on both of their faces, the sweat and orgams all over their forms, and the rumbling of her complaining stomachs said it had been a good, long, tiring session.
Steve couldn't even talk he was so tired, settling into Kenta's fur. She smiled and licked her lips, her lover perfectly marinated for the meal.
"It's time love." She said. "Through the stomach I think, so you can rest."
"Will you handle the sales until I get out?" he whispered weakly. She nodded and stroked him. Then, her center began to spread. Okami were scary creatures hen it came to feeding, for they were virtually all fur and stomach. They lived for three things: sex, eating their mates, and more sex. They had alomst used it to conquer Earth years before.
Kenta was showing the second way she could eat, the first being the traditional method through the jaws. But her second method used her second maw, a horizontal mouth that led right to the stretchy, silky stomach, often used for mates. Tentacle like tounges extended from this maw and wrapped around Steve's middle, pulling him again. One again, like almost every other time she did this, his arms grazed against the knifelike teeth of the stomachjaws, trickles of blood going down them. Okami love these little pinprick wounds, the flavour of them enhanceing the natural taste of their mate's meat.
It did not take long then for Steve to feel Kenta moaning in pleasure again, for a different reason. According to her, he tasted like blueberry cobbler, a sweet dessert on Earth. It was the closest analog she could provide fr Steve.
Slowly he was taken past the sharp, slobbery, cum-covered jaws into one of the stretchy stomachs. Here he would reside for awhile, pin pricks of pain going at his blood and nerves as, for awhile, he was assimilated by his slave. The jaws closed and he was sealedin darkness, unable to move as he felt his and her blood intermix, losing consciousness as her body began to take some of his unneeded fats and energy for herself, a process that took hours but made it so she didn;t need to eat for some time.
With a smile, she got up from the bed and headed for the cockpit, so she was ready when they reached Midon. She was glad she was his alone, but she was often sorry he nevr got to experience a Okami three way.
She chuckled at the thought, wondering when she could convince him.
***********
At the market, Kenta sold off the goods at better prices than she and her master hoped, and headed for a nearby inn to rest in. As she walked, several Terran guys watched her curvy form with hunger. Playing some, she put a paw on her lips and licked it.
"Wanna bbe dessert?" She would ask.
And every now and then, without her partner EVER knowing, she would get a second helping. Today she got lucky.
Just because he only had one mate didn't mean SHE had to have only one!
THE END
By Misterebony
By the year 2411, Earth had become a sort of galactic hub. Aliens of all sorts traveled there, built an econmy there, and began their lives anew there. Thriving in this time were mercs who worked for private individuals, and raders who worked for themselves.
Steven Gerome was the latter. He was an expert trader, and was actually quite rich. His specialty was tech, but he also dealt in foodstuffs, entertainment media, and the occasional pirate slave. He was known as a reliable, trustworthy man who would not back down from a fight, handosme with his brown hair and light muscle tone, and already taken.
The taker was his partner, a Okami female out of Annubis V named Kenta. As the name suggetsed, she was a fox. Literally. She stood at seven feet and was VERY curvy, though not for most of her species. She had gold eyes and sharp claws on her paws, as well as three soft bushy tails. Her fur was a light blue color, and she often wore a showing suit of light armor, usually just a vest, to protect her vitals. She was also Steven's ti-da-ron, or willing slave.
"Course laid in for Midon." She said on this particular trip. "All systems green for auto pilot. Time of transit approximetly 7 Earth hours, not counting time for warp gate transit."
"Good." Steven said. "If all is set, we will leave the sonar alarm up, and the shields. If pirates are in this sector they won't get the drop on us. What's the cargo for this trip Kenta?"
She touched a few screens. "50 kilos of fresh fruit, 70 kilos of PlayCat, and 5 kilos of datapads."
"For a tech planet as Midon that is a good sale. Fresh fruit is a delicacy to them, always living on the preserved stuff." Steven got up from his chair and stretched. "How long we been up Kenta?"
"About 17 hours and 43 minutes Steve." She said. "And I am famished.
Oh oh. "Oh no, you don't mean..."
"Come on Steve, you know it's how I am. All Okami have to. And besides, not like you hate it."
Steven sighed. "Oh all right. But next time a little advance warning? Hm? I mean you are supposed to be my slave I thought, not me your entree all the time."
"I appreciate it when you are love." She said sweetly to try and make him feel better as they headed for the bedroom (Or as Steven put it, Kenta's Kafe). He got in and began to undress.
"You've been fattening up for me." She said, going into a closet and removing her armor. "I canot wait to swallow you."
Steve came out, looking at her curves. "Come here first." He said, Kenta obeying, eventually moving close to him. They gazed into each other's eyes and kissed. Alien romances were often frowned on in Earth, but Steve did not care. Kenta was lovely, intelligent, and damn good in bed.
Screw Earth.
Slowly they laid on the bed, Kenta on the bottom, letting Steve thrust into her slwoly, lips still locked. He could tell she was getting ready, so he had to be quick. She panted and moaned as he stirred inside her, his hands stroking her shoulders, his mouth on her neck.
"I'm getting to love the taste of your fur." He whispered, snuggling in a brief break. Kenta eyed him lovingly.
"I'm glad you approve my love." she said, kissing his neck. "Being your slave has been awonderful experience."
"I hope you will consider my offer Kenta." Steve said, slowly stirring inside her again, gently. The offer was that she no longer be his slave, but they be full partners, and she his wife.
But Kenta always said no. The reason was not love, which there was no shortage of. But as an Okami it was forbidden for any to be tied to one man, or any male Okami to have one woman. When news of Kenta being Steve's ti-da-ron reached Annubis V, he was summoned and told to consier having at least two more. Steve only swore he would consider, and that was enough.
Well he considered. And the answer was no. True having THREE busty foxes would be nice, but he loved Kenta. The leader was not happy about his decision, saying that he was very selfish in not sharing himself with other females of the Okami, but he still would trade with him.
Just at reduced prices.
Steve meanwhile was begining to cum at the moment, the alien pre leakingon him. Okami sexual juices were like a drug, and were often bottled to be sold to enhancxe performance. The juices had a side effect though. The partner often found himself in an animalistic state, unable to control his urges, needing more.
At a certain point the drug kicked out for Steven. Might be hours or years, but the amount of ectasy on both of their faces, the sweat and orgams all over their forms, and the rumbling of her complaining stomachs said it had been a good, long, tiring session.
Steve couldn't even talk he was so tired, settling into Kenta's fur. She smiled and licked her lips, her lover perfectly marinated for the meal.
"It's time love." She said. "Through the stomach I think, so you can rest."
"Will you handle the sales until I get out?" he whispered weakly. She nodded and stroked him. Then, her center began to spread. Okami were scary creatures hen it came to feeding, for they were virtually all fur and stomach. They lived for three things: sex, eating their mates, and more sex. They had alomst used it to conquer Earth years before.
Kenta was showing the second way she could eat, the first being the traditional method through the jaws. But her second method used her second maw, a horizontal mouth that led right to the stretchy, silky stomach, often used for mates. Tentacle like tounges extended from this maw and wrapped around Steve's middle, pulling him again. One again, like almost every other time she did this, his arms grazed against the knifelike teeth of the stomachjaws, trickles of blood going down them. Okami love these little pinprick wounds, the flavour of them enhanceing the natural taste of their mate's meat.
It did not take long then for Steve to feel Kenta moaning in pleasure again, for a different reason. According to her, he tasted like blueberry cobbler, a sweet dessert on Earth. It was the closest analog she could provide fr Steve.
Slowly he was taken past the sharp, slobbery, cum-covered jaws into one of the stretchy stomachs. Here he would reside for awhile, pin pricks of pain going at his blood and nerves as, for awhile, he was assimilated by his slave. The jaws closed and he was sealedin darkness, unable to move as he felt his and her blood intermix, losing consciousness as her body began to take some of his unneeded fats and energy for herself, a process that took hours but made it so she didn;t need to eat for some time.
With a smile, she got up from the bed and headed for the cockpit, so she was ready when they reached Midon. She was glad she was his alone, but she was often sorry he nevr got to experience a Okami three way.
She chuckled at the thought, wondering when she could convince him.
***********
At the market, Kenta sold off the goods at better prices than she and her master hoped, and headed for a nearby inn to rest in. As she walked, several Terran guys watched her curvy form with hunger. Playing some, she put a paw on her lips and licked it.
"Wanna bbe dessert?" She would ask.
And every now and then, without her partner EVER knowing, she would get a second helping. Today she got lucky.
Just because he only had one mate didn't mean SHE had to have only one!
THE END
How Aliens Kill Time
By MisterEbony -- Report
A little sex story in a sci-fi setting. with vore as icing on the xxx cake.
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