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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