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; ; Virk looked up from the bench beside his small house at the ; approach of an outworlder, a big, broad-chested man in the ; uniform cap, belt, and boots of a Space Patrolman -- but ; otherwise naked, like everyone else on planet, visitors and ; natives alike.
; ; The visitor announced, "I am Research Officer Third-Class Rafe ; Johnson. I understand you are the succubus who was a member of a ; hiking group that some of the men from my ship --"
; ; "Yes indeed." The young succubus stood up, aware that the visitor ; was taller and more powerfully muscled than himself. "Three Space ; Patrolmen: Jeff and Danny and Lance, and two Space Marines: Ben ; and Pete."
; ; "And then all of them --"
; ; "Yes. And then they fed the rest of the hiking party? One by one, ; they fed the rest of us. They were delicious, too."
; ; "You made them --"
; ; "Certainly not; they all volunteered. Each asked me to fix him so ; he could generate enough semen -- ball-cream -- to feed all ; the others in the hiking party. They said that you yourself told ; them to explore our planet and study our customs, especially this ; one; and so they did."
; ; "You didn't --"
; ; "Force them? No need. Two of our people were the first to feed ; the other hikers -- and to feed your Patrolmen and Marines too. ; When your people saw how much fun those two had, feeding the ; other hikers, they wanted to do it too. They even argued about ; who would get to feed his ball-cream to the party next when the ; previous feeder had been sucked dry and then cooked and eaten." ; Virk licked his lips, remembering the five lusty outworlders, ; remembering how he had fixed them, one at a time, and then -- ; along with the rest of the hiking party -- how he had sucked ; breakfast, lunch, and dinner from their prongs. "But let us not ; stand when we can sit, Research Officer Third Class Rafe ; Johnson." He gestured at the bench next to his home.
; ; "Uh -- just call me Rafe," the muscular outworlder said as he ; seated himself. "Well, as long as it was their idea -- look, uh ; -- Mr Virk --"
; ; "Just Virk."
; ; "Uh -- yes. Well, anyway, since my men all volunteered to feed ; you and the rest of the party, none of them came back to report ; on -- well, just how by Arcturus and Alderban do you you fix guys ; -- studs, if you will, to feed themselves like -- like --"
; ; "You have asked; I will explain." Virk sat down beside Rafe and ; put out his tongue, then slid out his centimeter-thick tendril ; from the tip. He waved the tendril for a moment, then withdrew ; both tongue and tendril. "To fix someone to feed others, I slide ; the tendril into a volunteer's glans and down into the organs ; that are in the roots of his shaft. Inside, that tendril changes -- ; it fixes those organs so that they produce more and more and ; still more semen, enough to feed a dozen men or more for days ; and days. And each squirt of that semen is just as much fun as ; when a buddy sucks you off or you fuck a woman, only there's so ; much more of it, and you can go on and on and on. Eventually, ; you run dry."
; ; "And -- and then --"
; ; "Then, since you have converted all your fat and your guts except ; your heart and lungs into the nourishing semen you've been ; pumping out, what's left is good, lean muscle, all ready to be ; cooked and eaten."
; ; "Eaten! Then my three Patrolmen and two Marines --"
; ; "Have been cooked and eaten, along with the two from our own ; planet. And of course, your people ate them too." Virk saw a ; familiar young man approach, one whose prong was up and hard. ; "Hi, Wendo; this is Rafe, one of the visiting outworlders." He ; and Rafe stood up. "He's studying how I fix studs. Rafe, this is ; Wendo. I fixed him a tenday and a half ago."
; ; "Uh -- how much longer --"
; ; Wendo said, "That 'pends on how much feeding I get in -- mostly, ; I've been takin' care o' Virk and a few of his pals, but just ; now, I was workin' the 'freshment stand down by the gym. Nice ; thing 'bout gettin' fixed; your prong gets bigger, 'long with ; stayin' hard." He stroked his impressive erection, then turned to ; Rafe and asked, "Can I feed you a few shots of ball-cream 'fore I ; feed Virk his afternoon snack?"
; ; "But --"
; ; "Go on, Rafe," said Virk. "He'll have plenty left for me."
; ; "But --"
; ; "And you are supposed to be finding out about how my fellows ; and I fix men like Wendo and your five studs to feed other men, ; are you not?"
; ; "Well, yes, but --"
; ; "C'mon, guy," said Wendo. "You're nice 'n' hard too -- got a ; nice, big one, you do -- that's it, just close your mouth on the ; end of my prong and -- here -- the -- fuck -- I go!"
; ; Virk watched the big Space Patrol Officer kneel, take Wendo's ; shaft deep in his mouth, almost choke, then begin sucking with ; growing eagerness. After several minutes, Wendo eased Rafe up and ; off his prong. "There -- that wasn't so bad, was it?" Virk said.
; ; "Not -- not bad at all," sighed Rafe. He swallowed hard, licked ; his lips. "Kid, you really shot me a mouthful, you did."
; ; Wendo grinned shyly. He patted Rafe's shoulders, then -- as Rafe ; stood up -- let one hand slide across Rafe's broad chest and then ; on down to squeeze his prong. "If you think that's a lot, you ; oughta see what you'll do when you let Virk here turn you on. And ; as big as you are all over, you'd really shoot a load after he ; fixed you up." He turned to Virk and steadied his shaft as Virk ; knelt, closed his lips onto Wendo's glans, and sucked.
; ; Wendo responded with a mouth-filling gush of cream. Virk gulped ; it all down and sucked for more. Several mouthfulls later, he ; relaxed his suction. Wendo's flow slowed, then stpped with one ; final spurt. Virk scrambled to his feet.
; ; "Want some more, Rafe?" Wendo asked. "No? See ya." The youth ; trotted off, his prong jiggling before him.
; ; "Well," sighed Rafe. He licked his lips again. "That was --"
; ; "He's really enthusiastic about feeding people," said Virk. "Some ; feeders try to make themselves last; others want to be shooting ; their cream every waking minute. He's striking a good compromise ; -- getting in plenty of fun sex without draining himself too ; soon."
; ; "Was he just trying to be polite, talking about how much I'd ; shoot, or was he --?"
; ; "Telling what he really thought?" Virk gripped big Space Patrol ; officer's upper arms, feeling powerful muscles tense under his ; fingers. Virk shifted both hands to Rafe's chest, stroked the ; firm sweep of pectoral muscle, then reached down to steady Rafe's ; stiff prong with his right hand while gently squeezing Rafe's ; balls with his left. "Look, stud; if you want to do a complete ; report, you have to know what it feels like to get fixed -- to ; get turned on. And as soon as I've fixed you up, you can go back ; to the ship and show your people what happens. That's what you ; wanted your studs who you sent on that hike to do, wasn't it?"
; ; "Well -- yes." Rafe nibbled his lower lip. "So --" He gestured ; invitingly at his stiff prong.
; ; "Okay -- here goes." Virk knelt, opened his mouth, extended his ; tendril from the tip of his tongue and slid it into the tip of ; the Research Officer's glans and on down the length of Rafe's ; prong and into its base -- and on into his prostate gland. Virk ; curled the tip of that tendril to penetrate the meat of that ; gland, then injected semen-stimulating hormones. Virk's hands -- ; now gripping Rafe's hips -- felt the big man squirm, relax, ; squirm again. Virk shifted his tendril, injected three more spots ; along the passage. He slid deeper, found the entrance to the ; seminal vesicles, entered, and flooded that gland with another ; stimulating hormone.
; ; "Wow," sighed Rafe as Virk slowly pulled back his tendril and ; stood up. "That -- that really did something inside, like nothing ; I ever felt before, almost like --"
; ; "Well, whatever it feels like to you, I sure found plenty to work ; on inside you," said Virk. "Sit down and relax -- this won't take ; long now."
; ; "Well, okay." Rafe settled down, glancing now and again from his ; still-rigid shaft to Virk's own erection. "This is a dumb time to ; be asking this question but -- can I -- I mean, if I don't ; feed every hot hunk that comes by, then will I still --?"
; ; "Pump yourself dry? In theory, no. But feeding yourself to a ; hungry mouth is such fun; and since you can go on and on, then ; you're almost certainly doomed."
; ; "What about you? If another succubus went after you --"
; ; "-- and turned me on? That happens. And since I already know how ; much fun it is to be turned on, from watching studs that I've ; fixed, it is a temptation."
; ; "Yeah. But if I just wanted to -- you know --"
; ; "Suck me off?" Virk felt himself grin. "Help yourself." He ; watched Rafe lower his head onto Virk's shaft, felt awkward yet ; hungry suction take his glans and work its way down to the ; hilt of his shaft. Climax came soon -- a quick, hard squirt of ; ball-juice, then another and another, on down to a slow dribble, ; which Rafe eagerly licked off and swallowed. "Okay -- my turn."
; ; Rafe sat up straight; Virk settled down onto Rafe's lap, gulped ; down Rafe's shaft to the hilt, and sucked hard. The Research ; Officer's first climax was slow to build, but intense when it ; hit, leaving both men breathless. The second came sooner and ; lasted longer; the third went on and on until Virk stopped ; sucking and finished swallowing what had already spurted forth.
; ; "Well?" asked Virk, straightening up at meeting Rafe's worried ; gaze.
; ; "There is no fucking way that I can stop now," he sighed. "It -- ; it feels too good. I just don't care if I drain myself all the ; way; I'm going to feed anybody who looks the least bit hungry ; until --"
; ; "Just remember you have to report back to the spaceship and tell ; them what you found out."
; ; "Tell them? Better I show them," Rafe laughed, stood up, and ; loped away. ; ;
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