HowtoPleaseanAlien (3 page)

“My payments have to be more than a bundle of grain.”

Purring answered him from all sides. Donego watched their faces as they played with their long-fingered hands and exchanged clipped tweeting. More purring followed. Then Won Ta Ki inclined her head and opened her large eyes even wider.

“You will be rewarded generously for your service. No bundle of grain will be large enough to compare to our payment for your service.”

“Good to know. So what exactly do you want from me?”

Won Ta Ki turned to her guests, baring small pointed teeth.

“Meet with the girls and boys we offer hospitality.”

Donego took a deep breath and smiled like a child who was offered a fortune in sweets. He was one of the boys and all parts of his body were very happy to be there.

Chapter Two

“Mating rituals?”

Donego nodded, smiling broadly.

Two young women by the name of Sariti and Dianiki giggled in the back of the room. The sun shone brightly and brought out the beauty of both the women and their exclusive garments of silvery white cloth wrapped around their hips and completed with sashes that stressed their firm, small breasts more than they hid them. Both had long hair that was draped artfully across their shoulders.

“They have learned a lot about this planet, but they still want to know more. And it’s entertaining for them, that’s all.” Donego shrugged. He had been through this phase of getting acquainted more often than he could tell. New servants were hard to find and if one left, the Mawanies made an effort to find a new one. Kianto’s payment was much higher than his own and he hoped the young man was worth it.

“They’ve been here a long time. Why do they want to know now?”

Donego sighed.

“I don’t know. Just put this around your manhood if it fits.” He eyed the other man’s cock and balls. “You are tall in every way.”

“If their tweet and chirp was an indicator, they haven’t seen anything like me for decades. Right?” Kianto fumbled with the ring that closed tightly around the base of his cock. “If they want us to show them mating rituals, why shall I come like this?”

“Because they find teasing as entertaining as the real act.”

“That’s truly an alien point of view.” He looked around. “And the chains and all? Why do they want me to be bound?”

“They’ve seen many ways of mating before. This one will be new.”

“Because they fear I might run away if I see something strange?” When Donego did not reply, Kianto laughed. “They don’t take dressing seriously, and by what I saw they don’t have anything compared to breasts or whatever, so I don’t think they can surprise me.”

“Wait.”

Donego lent a helping hand with the tethers to bind Kianto to a large frame that supported his weight and granted access to every one of his private parts. The servant was already high and horny without doing much more than watching the new apprentice. Kianto offered his sexuality with an ease that was amazing. Donego needed all of his considerable strength to just do his work and refrain from any touching.

“Will you be the one demonstrating our…habits?” Kianto asked with a pointed glance at the bulge of Donego’s skirt.

“Ah, I don’t know.” Donego blushed while he silently prayed to the harvest goddess that he would be the one. It had been some time since a man had come into his life. Way too long, he knew. “They come and they choose.” He turned to see Won Ta Ki enter the large room with two females and one male Mawany in her tow. The male had flat horns the color of blackened wood at each side of his broad head and his looks were as fierce as they were impressive. He did not like to be in the same room and made it clear with a soft hiss. Donego bowed without losing eye contact. “How can we be of service?”

“Sariti will play with him first,” Won Ta Ki decided and the party took their seats well away from the bound man on the frame. Drinks were served and the guests dribbled juices of various colors on the floor.

Music floated into the room the moment when Sariti got up and danced. Her skirt swung around her slender legs. She turned on bare feet, raised her arms and twisted her hands, a show of long practice. She smiled as she playfully circled the room to the sounds of a lively flute and muffled drums.

The Mawanies purred and clapped their hands, spilling more juice from their tankards.

The young woman moved between Kianto’s legs and ran her hands along his shins, then back to his insteps. She left him and whirled around, enjoying her moment. Smiling happily, she returned to him, her hands on his stomach, then she let them run lower, circling his pubic hair and caressing his cock and balls. When Kianto drew an excited breath, she gave him the eye and resumed dancing around the room.

The Mawanies were crazed with the performance.

Sariti enjoyed the attention, her face flushed. She reached for Kianto again, this time from his shoulders down to his chest. Her long hair touched his cheek. He closed his eyes to bathe in her scent. Donego gnashed his teeth to hold back his jealousy. Glancing at the group of invaders, he almost dared to tell them that it should be his right to entertain them first and that he would be the one to satisfy Kianto the most. Yet, balling his fists, he remained at his place and pretended admiration for Sariti and her dance and tease.

She swirled around, then, suddenly, dropped her skirt and the sash that had covered her breasts. The Mawanies tweeted in high voices that hurt Donego’s ears.
More, more
, they demanded, and on the floor, Sariti laughed and bent to Kianto to lick and suck his member. Called to attention, Kianto’s cock got hard and the young man bowed his back in the frame, mouth open, gasping.

The Mawanies clapped their hands, turned to each other and gave more sounds of delight.

Sariti let her tongue play around, assuring she had the audience captured, before she took another turn to caress his balls with her hands. When she gave them a squeeze Kianto moaned deep in his throat.

“Get on with it,” he begged. “You kill me.”

Donego feared his own manhood would explode any minute. He understood many of the whispered Mawany words and knew them to mock his growing misery. It galled him that they saw his longing so clearly, but he could not help it. Kianto spoke to him like no man before.

Sariti stepped between Kianto’s legs, kissed his navel and climbed up to straddle the bound man. Kianto lifted his head, smiling crookedly.

“Come to fulfill what you promised?”

“Oh, yes.” She lay flat on his belly, arousing him more and more. Her breasts rested on his lower chest and she kissed his throat.

“Get a little closer, if you dare.”

“No.” Sariti put a finger across his lips. “No kissing.”

“A pity.”

The young woman eased his cock inside her, shuddering as it entered. Kianto grimaced, supporting her weight on him and unable to push up. She put her head back and her hands on his belly. With closed eyes she sought the rhythm to please her most.

Donego watched the building tension and the excitement spread in the room like a spark touching dry straw.

Though the Mawanies did not blush like humans, he had found out that their nostrils flared and their eyes grew large once they got aroused. The sexual high seemed to reach out through the palace. It was not long before three more Mawanies joined the group to watch Sariti fuck Kianto with all her heart and then some.

The chatter grew louder, as did Sariti’s and Kianto’s moans. Donego breathed deeply and told himself that he would be the one next time. When Sariti screamed her climax, he wanted to turn away and run.

The Mawanies were all eyes and large nostrils until the show ended.

Sariti and Kianto glistened with sweat as they parted, leaving Kianto’s member still hard due to the ring around the base. Some Mawanies pointed, some tweeted while Sariti pulled on her skirt and sash and retreated with a bow, smiling happily.

Won Ta Ki got up.

“Blindfold him, then leave,” she told Donego and made a hushing gesture with her hand when he did not oblige at once.

“What’s that for?” Kianto wanted to know when Donego pulled a blindfold over his eyes.

“I don’t know. Really. It hasn’t happened before.” Then, as ordered, he left the room with the girls.

* * * *

Without his eyes to help understand the situation, Kianto felt even more like a stranger among aliens. He swallowed, anxious for the time of blindness to be over. Hands with long fingers touched his body. He shivered, breath coming in short rasps. The fingers were cool and dry, exploring his body as if he were a special tree to be measured for building furniture. More and more fingers caressed his legs and arms and chest, tracing the line of muscles. Some weighed his balls and ran along his wet cock. The ring was taken away. He wondered if there was sex ahead or just the Mawany way to come to know a Rahenian man. He wanted to ask, but a finger on his lips told him to keep still. He exhaled, trying to calm his nerves. The longer the examination went on, the more he was afraid that the pleasant evening would turn painful. He tensed when again someone touched his manhood. The chatter was low and with blood pulsing too loud through his head, he did not understand a word.

The hands were gone with a soft hush of air and a few heartbeats later, Donego came to free Kianto from blindfold and tethers.

“What was that?” Kianto ran a hand through his thick hair, breathing hard and shallow. “I thought they’d hurt me any minute.”

“They are strange, but not like that,” Donego replied.

Kianto heard reserve and looked up.

“You’ve been here for some seasons, right? What do I have to expect from them?”

“Much and more.” Donego shrugged and evaded Kianto’s glance. “They come up with new ideas every season. Now it’s tethers, tomorrow it might be water.” He grinned, but to Kianto he did not seem to be honest. “We had water games before the
habuni-
harvest. They let us swim to win the woman waiting at the other end of the pool. It was a feast.”

“They have a pool to bathe?”

“They had. By now, it’s more like a swamp.” Donego handed him a wet cloth. “Here, clean yourself up. I’ll show you a place to sleep.”

“Thank you. What about clothes?”

“The new ones don’t get a skirt or sash. If you want my opinion, you have to earn it.” He shrugged again as they left the large room where servants still cleaned up the mess. “Or they want to have a better look at you.”

“And if they get bored I can have a skirt.” By the look on Donego’s face he knew he had made a mistake. “Oh, pardon my clumsiness. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to—”

“Yes, you mean to.” Donego looked left and right. The large corridor was empty and quiet. The Mawanies had had their fun and had now retreated to their own rooms. The palace was large enough to hide in for a day. “You came here like a prize, Kianto. And they mean to stare at you as often as they like.”

Kianto was puzzled by the sudden fierceness, but more by Donego’s kiss. The other man pressed himself against Kianto’s body as if to come out the other side. All Kianto could do was to rip his eyes open and put his hands on the other man’s shoulders to push him back gently. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Hey, what’s that about? Ever heard about taking it slow and getting to know each other first?”

Donego panted, but smiled. He had a nice, warm smile, yet with urgency to it Kianto found irritating. As if drawn to him, he pushed closer once again, letting Kianto feel his hard member waiting for action.

“You did it with Sariti and I couldn’t wait for that to end,” he explained, panting. “I wanted you the moment I saw you enter the room the first time. And I want you now. Right here would suit me best, but I will take you where you want.”

Kianto wiped his mouth and turned to check if anyone watched the surprising scene. If there were Mawanies around, they stayed too still for him to notice. He lifted his hands and brought some distance between himself and the older man.

“I’m flattered, but—”

“No, no more delay. We still have the night.” Donego put a large, callused hand on Kianto’s shoulder. “It’s still dark and I know a place where the flat-nosed won’t find us.”

Kianto stepped back.

“Again, I’m flattered, but I’m new around here, and I want to be cautious.”

“Cautious?” Donego laughed nervously. “You came in like a stallion to be ridden and now you play cautious? Don’t gimme that crap.”

Kianto was out of words to explain. The servant was about his height and weighed more. He also looked strong and experienced. A fight would not serve.

“Just let me say, I prefer to find a place to sleep tonight. No offence meant, really.”

Donego pursed his lips and turned, shoulders hunched in angry disagreement.

“Offence? I don’t take offence. I wanted to light up your night. If you want to be boring, just go ahead.”

* * * *

The invasion had left the Rahenians uneasy and quick to worry about the future—worry if there would be enough grain, enough clean water, enough wood to build huts. Every sign in the sky was watched and interpreted by the clansmen. Rumors were quickly told and grew from village to village until many peasants lived in fear of tomorrow, though nothing gravely changed.

Deran had grown over the seasons and knew all the strange stories told about the Mawanies, but never saw the bad things happen his parents and grandparents warned about. He went in and out of palaces, strolled through gardens and woods and whenever a Mawany crossed his way, he watched them, waiting to see what they would do. So far, the invaders had kept peace and left the shocking events to be what they were—rumors.

Since the village’s only teacher remained unfound, Deran helped his father on the field, brought water for cooking and escaped further duties by running through the forest to the palace where Kianto now lived. He had seen him from afar and was curious to learn if Kianto’s role had changed in the meantime.

Entering like a rioter on a sabotage mission, Deran climbed the trunks to peer into the rooms. Some Mawanies slept, rolled tightly together, arms, long legs and all. He watched them for a moment, wondering if they would disentangle without pulling the other ones fingers or toes. He was tempted to shout or clap his hands just to see if they would open the knot, but reason kept him silent. When nothing happened, he moved on. It did not take him long to find Kianto. The young man, now called servant, lay on his back with his legs drawn up and another man took his pleasure and pressed himself into him. On long benches and chairs folding around their frames, Mawanies watched the men copulating, absorbed in the display of lust, eyes and nostrils wide with expectation.