HowtoPleaseanAlien Read Online Free Page A

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