Kastya Orvana is an alien conqueror determined to grind the Earth under his bootheel, but when he captures an earthling, he finds himself in over his head. He may be able to make the human kneel, but his prisoner seems to be enjoying it a little too much!
Warning: This 4100 word erotic short story contains aliens, explicit gay sex, xenophilia, pulse rifles, prehensile appendages, and more!
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"Throw yourself on my mercy and I may spare you, creature! If you learn obedience, you may earn a place at my..."
Kastya faltered. He was no expert on human body language, but the way the human was looking up at him seemed anything but frightened, and the way it shivered at the touch of his gun seemed even less so. Kastya's eyes narrowed.
"Are you even paying attention to me?"
"Huh?" said the human, "Um, fuck, sure, whatever. Conquer me."
Kastya felt a muscle at the corner of his eye twitch. The gun barrel drooped a little lower. "I don't think you're taking this seriously. I have a pulse rifle pointed at your crotch and you're- doing this."
The human made an odd little groan low in his throat and wriggled against the gun. "Oh. Is that what that is?"
"Are you mocking me?"
The human twisted around on the bed, took the gun barrel in his hands and ran his tongue across the top. It couldn't have been very good for the gun or the human, not with the crackling ozone aura it threw off, but Kastya found that he couldn't do much more than stare. The creature's pink tongue left wet trails on the metal, and it looked up at him from beneath dark eyelashes.
Kastya made a strangled sound. "Human-"
"Elliot," said the creature.
"Elliot," Kastya said, "I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation! I have you at my mercy to do with as I wish. Should you displease me, it will be a matter of the smallest significance to have you disposed of and replaced with a superior candidate." He pulled the rifle from the human's grasp and tapped the tip of it under Elliot's chin. Elliot didn't actually seem to be paying much attention. "So accept your rightful place and submit."
"That's what I'm doing, god. Aren't you paying attention?"
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Published May 1, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy.