1. Mongrels and Song Birds


    Date: 11/19/2016, Categories: Science-Fiction, Alien, Blackmail, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Death, Male Domination, Reluctance, Slavery, Author: Cly, Source: sexstories.com

    So, I didn't know about these characters 4 days before I sat down and started writing... They evolved before my eyes. If you are curious, the little natives look like a cross between an iguana and a frog. THIS IS NOT A STROKE STORY. If you want that, there are those kinds of stories on my page. It was meant to tell a story, not get you off. Just so happens to involve sex. The miniature hamlet bustled with activity. The sun’s punishing rays were blocked by the horizon, offering the inhabitants a reprieve. They crowded the streets at this time of growing shadows, hurrying to the market before the chill of the night took hold and they would need to retreat back into their homes. Placing his shaded goggles onto his forehead, Kupper surveyed the scene from the top of a house like a green eyed vulture. He would need to find a new town soon. People were starting to question whether he was the thief during the day. Unlike the people here, he wasn’t fazed by the heat. Or the cold, for that matter. Unlike these poor scaly people, he could sweat and shiver. He was human. These people were not. Not that that really bothered him. They didn’t know much about humans and would rather keep their distance. They were smaller than humans and naive. A weakness those like he exploited. Taking a deep breath, he easily dropped to the ground from the roof top which really wasn’t too much taller than he was. He was a tall human, after all. Didn’t help that his heritage combined some aggressive and ...
    powerful species. But he was still human. His mother had been human. Whoever his father had been didn’t matter. The Q’Ra and Ssala blood only made him a better thief, not less human. Besides, the Ssala were just human ancestors, so he was more human than anything. He walked among the small people that gave him a wide berth, the young ones craning their necks back to stare at him in innocent, wide-eyed awe. He was a giant among them. With an easy meter difference between the tallest of these people and his chest, Kupper indeed felt superior often. But he was not interested in anything other than going to his barn to sleep for the evening. He had enough money in his pouches to buy a night at any inn, but their beds were rarely large enough for him, and he already knew none here were. So he had made a temporary home in a barn on the outskirts of the town. Amid lush crops and trees laden with fruit, he had found himself a lovely little pastel orange barn, the area around it tilled and planted with fragrant flowers. He knew the small people who cared for this land, but they didn’t know him. He knew the care with which they took of their home and their property. Though he did not pay them for his comfortable bed, he repaid them by leaving no trace of his existence. With a heavy sigh, he laid out in the hay behind some barrels to stay out of sight in case one of the small folk decided to come in. It was moments like these that he missed having someone to share his time with. There were ...
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