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PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 10
"Village in the Sky"
Ivan looked around as Angen brought them into a landing on a flat square obviously set aside for such landings. Angen walked off from the square and set Ivan down.
The village was surprisingly normal-looking, houses around the square beside them and others like it around the ways. Small squares inside a village square. Ivan watched one such square as an entire family, two men and a child, flew in for a landing, folded their wings against their backs into a neat triangle, and walked indoors.
"You'll find the turtle pen at the end of that house, over there." Angen pointed. "I have to get home and see if my brothers are back, yet."
"Thank you." Ivan said. "You saved my life. I won't forget that."
Angen smiled. "I had an ulterior motive, turtle. I enjoy fucking turtle asses in mid-air. With angels, you see, we can't do that. Our wings get in the way."
"So you've done that before." Ivan said, rubbing his still-wet buttocks.
"Often. But never without permission." Angen said. "I really must go. Avoid my people, and you will be all right. I will fly you and your friend down to the valley tomorrow morning."
"I'll be ready." Ivan said and walked over to the house indicated. A high fence surrounded it, close-set posts. Ivan walked up and peered through the posts.
A group of men eating dinner. Two angels watched over them, with the air of captors. Ivan didn't see David there, but some men were not identifiable; he'd have to get closer.
One way to do that. The latch of the gate was on his side. Ivan lifted the latch (set near eye level, obviously for angels) and walked in.
"Well, what have we here?" one angel boomed. The humans and others looked around (Ivan saw to his surprise that one of the captives was a Slan and three others were unidentified species) and Ivan saw that none of these were David. He sighed with disappointment and turned away.
"Wait, turtle." the angel said. "Where are you going after walking here so freely?"
"I was looking for a friend. He is not here."
"No, but you are." the angel said.
"Just lash him a few strokes, Torvir." the other angel said, fondling himself, his cock rising slowly. "I'm ready to go, now, my love."
"I'll just go latch the gate, Arvir." Torvir said and flapped leisurely into the air. "You can beat the turtle."
Ivan realized to his dismay that the angels intended to add him to the prisoner stock. Had Angen betrayed him?
He had an idea. "You'll have to ask my master." he said.
"And who is your master?" Torvir said.
"Angen." Ivan said, sounding offended.
Torvir, Arvir and some of the captives burst into laughter. "Angen will not care what happens to you, turtle." Torvir said between gasps for breath and laughter. "He had his little fun with you and now you can stay here and rot. Ask any of his other turtle playmates." Torvir gestured to the Slan. "Tell him, Grahr."
The Slan looked up. Humanoid but stocky and hairy, were it not for the human-proportioned face, the Slan would have looked like a gorilla with its short legs, long arms and hunched back.
"Angen brought me here." Grahr said in stretched-out, slow syllables, Aaaaageeeen brooooought meeee heeeere. It was the best they could manage Basic.
"Right." Torvir said. "So settle in for the night, turtle. Work again in the morning."
Ivan sighed and submitted. Time later to decide how to escape. Wasn't that his first plan, before Angen? Or was it? The angels handed him a bowl of soup and flew off together, still laughing at him. "Give my best to Angen next time you see him!" was Torvir's parting shot.
He tasted the liquid passion in the soup stock. Damn this planet anyway! How was a man supposed to plan an escape when he was spending every spare moment fucking! Ivan looked around, saw that he wasn't the only one affected. Men were beginning to pair up around the pen, retiring to stalls and blankets meant for two.
But Ivan had eaten later than most of them. Only three were left, the Slan and two men. But the men didn't look at him, turned to each other, to embrace.
Ivan gulped, looked carefully out of the corner of his eye at the Slan. How does one make love to an alien enemy?
The Slan's penis was huge, double the size of Ivan's own oversized cock. It was oddly cleft on four sides, as if four normal penises had grown together. The head was nearly pyramidal in form, and seemed, too, to be four penises grown together.
Grahr grasped his organ with a hairy paw and stroked it. "Have you a mate, human?" he said to Ivan.
Ivan shook his head. "But I'd never be able to take that thing." he pointed out carefully. He didn't want to offend the Slan.
"Still, you need a mate. I need a mate, too." Grahr pointed at Ivan's crotch and his own. "We are alike."
Embarrased, Ivan tried to tuck his cock between his legs. It was so damned hard! Was he being turned on by this?!
Darkness was almost upon them.
"My stall is this one." Grahr said, gesturing.
Ivan gulped. He didn't want to do this! Get alone and beat his meat, or try joining one of the other stalls! Anything but go to bed with a gorilla!
He started to protest, but Grahr became insistent, wrapped a meaty paw around Ivan's shoulder, the other one grabbing his schlong, beating it for him. A mist blurred the outlines of Grahr beside him. The pink mist again.
Ivan sighed and capitulated, crawled into the stall, feeling hair stroke his body as Grahr lay down next to him.
"I'm afraid." Ivan said quickly.
"Why, human?"
Ivan reached for the flat face. In the approaching darkness, he could close his eyes, imagine it was a bearded human face he was kissing, instead of a Slan. And the hairy back was like stroking a large cat, the fur so soft and clean.
Grahr kissed Ivan back, the carnivore teeth nearly biting him. Ivan pulled away. "I'm afraid." he said again.
"I will be gentle as I can, human." Grahr said. "But I have needs. You may use my body if I may use yours."
Ivan reached down to grasp Grahr's penis, to try to make his point. "But you are so big, you just--oh!"
In his touch, the penis had fallen apart!
Ivan twisted quickly to see this. The Slan male had four penises, not one big one! Four, nearly human-sized! How this did impregnate a female Slan? Four wombs?
Ivan managed to fish them together again, and realized it was like handling four men at the same time, four men lying closely together. If you forgot the soft, warm fur surrounding it.
"Am I so large, human?" Grahr chided.
Ivan laughed. "Not anymore, you aren't." He felt better already. "Let me see what I can do here."
It became a strange game, the handling of four cocks at once. Ivan knelt to get both hands free. By holding two of the cocks together, he could just fit them into his mouth at once. That left two cocks, one for each hand. And his fumbling attempts to reach a rhythm like this.
But Grahr seemed to enjoy it. Had none of the other captives been with this Slan, to see the formidable organ change from fearsome to fun? Perhaps not. Earth propaganda wasn't kind to the Slan, and the men would have avoided him when possible. Their loss, his gain.
Clawed paws stroked at his scalp, gentle and kind, the claws carefully not touching him, but still pulling slightly at his hair. Ivan tried to work the cocks in his mouth deeper, and lost one, had to fish it again, a clumsy task.
"You don't have to take more than one, human." Grahr said.
"Why not?" Ivan said. He switched to caress one cock, giving it his full attention. The other three, he kept rigid with his hands, constantly switching.
Precome was flowing freely from all four cocks. Grahr was making growling noises, like a bear about to attack. But the hands stayed gentle and Ivan was left in full control.
Ivan let go and tried to straddle Grahr's waist. He felt among the patch of erect cocks to find the one slimy with his saliva, and sent it into his ass. The others jabbed at his buttocks, and slapped at his thighs as he fucked himself on his Slan lover.
Grahr grabbed Ivan's cock and flogged it mercilessly while Ivan bounced on top of him.
"Ah, Grahr, yes, yes!" Ivan moaned.
"Human, you are good! Good!" Grahr said.
Murmuring voices. Ivan looked up to see his audience. Men all around him, watching, startled at the odd embrace of enemies. Let them think he had the huge cock inside of him. Ivan didn't care!
Grahr hunched upwards at him and howled. Ivan felt Grahr's cocks explode.
All of them! The one in his ass filled with hard- firing semen, and the others sprayed Ivan with a copious spray like a firehose. Even the onlookers were splattered with the Slan's orgasm, and they laughed.
"Like a fucking fountain!" one shouted, his hair and face glistening with come that held a tinge of orange color.
Grahr was pounding Ivan's cock and Ivan was coated with Slan come. The men were shouting their appreciation for his accomplishment, laughing and urging him on. Ivan groaned a warning to his Slan lover.
Grahr reached up and opened his mouth wide in front of Ivan's cock, letting Ivan shoot his wad into Grahr's mouth, where it gleamed like pearls on the velvet-red tongue.
Ivan collapsed onto the hairy chest, and rolled off to the side.
Men converged on the sight of four cocks like they were hungry, fighting for the chance to lap the seed off the multiple cocks. Tongues lapped at Ivan's legs, like so many horny snakes dancing across his body. Ivan let the men wash him clean with their tongues.
He was exhausted and fell asleep in the Slan's embrace.
Enemies no longer.
Daylight came, and with it a familiar face.
"Angen!" Ivan shouted as he turned from his breakfast to the angel in front of him. "What are you doing here?" he asked suspicously.
"I came for you. Is your friend here?"
"No, he isn't. Will I be allowed to leave?"
"Of course. You belong to me and it's my choice. But if your friend is here, I'll have to buy him. I'm glad he's not."
"What about the Slan?" Ivan gestured to his recent lover, now surrounded by men. Far from being a reject now, the Slan was the center of attention. Men were hand-feeding the fearsome face, while four men had Grahr's multiple needs well in hand.
"Ah, Grahr. He insisted on remaining. I didn't understand why. He seems happy."
"Yes." Ivan agreed. Grahr was obviously orgasming again, and the four men were inept at holding onto it. Not surprising. Ivan remembered the powerful eruption into his ass the night before. "Let's ask him, when he's finished. If you're really here to rescue me."
"Rescue you? But you needed to come here, yes?" Angen shook his head. "I do not understand."
"I'm sorry." Ivan said. "It's just that the jailer said you had abandoned me. I'm sorry." He repeated.
"No matter. Torvir enjoyed his joke. He will cooperate now." Angen walked over to Torvir, kneeling at Arvir's feet, slurping on Arvir's schlong with a fervor. "Pardon me, Torvir."
"Hmm?" Torvir turned his head slightly to look at Angen without releasing Arvir's cock.
"I've come for this turtle, and the Slan one, as well, if he wants to come."
"Hmph!" Torvir released Arvir's cock. "Well, go ahead and take them! I'm busy!"
"Very well." Angen strode over and Ivan had to run to keep up with the long man. "Grahr? Are you ready to leave now?"
Grahr had a man's cock in each hand, pounding them with a ferocity Ivan got hard by just seeing and remembering.
"I have no reason to leave." he said.
"I suppose not. Are you happy here? Are you here by choice?"
Grahr took a man's cock into that cavern of sharp teeth, managing to give it a long slurp without making the man flinch. "I am happy here."
"Most of the turtles are. If you ever change your mind, call for me." Angen turned away. "Amazing how many of our turtles like their new life. We don't work them too hard, see to it they're fed and clean. They seem to thrive on it."
"Yes, I guess so." Ivan hadn't noticed that part of it. A world full of men, what better life than atop a clean mountain, surrounded by willing sex partners, food and fun. It wasn't for him, but he saw how some few would thrive on it.
"Let's go." Angen said, stepping onto a square.
Ivan jumped into Angen's embrace, wrapping his legs around Angen's waist. "One more time before you land?" he asked, his boner jabbing Angen's navel.
"Of course."
And Angen leaped into the sky.
END OF CHAPTER 10
TO BE CONTINUED