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Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush
Fandom:SV
Pairing:Kal-El/OCs, Kal-El/Lex
Rating:NC-17
Summary:A little bit of this, a little bit of that and stirred into a totally self-indulgent stew. This is just for fun! Also, this contains bits of nearly every SF story I've ever read.
previous parts are here, wishing they were on the tour....
Entering normal space again after the jump was a little like waking up from an intense dream—Kal felt like he'd heard and done something wonderful, something amazing, but all he retained was a rapidly fading sense of wonder and a slight feeling of loss. He stepped out of the bed he'd been in for the jump and shuddered all over. The thing was like a foam lined coffin—painting it bright green and pasting flower decals on it didn’t make it any less coffin like.
Before going on to the first stop on their tour, the ship was stopping for supplies--passengers were invited to spend the time there in visiting the market near the Kryptonian post planet side. Dunkeloben was a big planet with a red sun, a fact that disappointed Kal a little—a lot, actually--he'd wanted to explore the fantastic powers he'd get under a yellow sun. But this planet was said to be very beautiful, it's single giant continent covered with forests, and mountains, deep rivers—and the people were supposed to be pretty too. The call for docking rang out, and he hurried to take his first step on an alien world.
******
*"So, anyway, here I was , stark naked and dripping wet, and her husband is banging on the door, and she's—shit, tourists. Look wise and inscrutable." *
*"Gaaah—fark—which farking Old One did we piss the hells off—it's a Krypton." *
* "Shut the fark up before he hears you. Great, there goes the mother-farking profit *…How may we serve you, Honored Master?"
"Oh! Wonderful…um...that's pretty. Is it for a woman? Are they earrings?"
"Oh yes Honored Sir, they are earrings. The Master has excellent taste—they are very…very…expensive. Time consuming to craft. May I—gergh—may I be allowed to make a gift of them, oh Blessed One?"
"Oh—is this some kind of custom—thank you! I'd like the blanket, and the baskets too, please, oh, and that strip of material…"
"It's a tie, Oh Beloved of Rao. It's worn around the neck? May I demonstrate?"
"Ah, Ralf, the Honored Sir doesn’t have time to watch you do the scarf dance, heh—just let me unknot this and it's yours, oh Master. * Let go of it, you enormous ass! Let go, or you won’t have to worry about choking to death—I'll do it myself…* Here you go, Sacred One please to enjoy the fruits of our blood and sweat stained labor—ooof!"
"What my companion means, oh Beloved of Rao, is have a nice afternoon, and come again, please."
"Um…yes, I'm sure…thank you…"
They watched the tall Kryptonian walk away.
*"You have elbows like stilettos, you scrawny ass. Can you believe the nerve of that bastard?" *
*"Really! Farking Kryptos. They're all the fark the same…can you believe the ass on him though—oh sorry…" *
*No, no, that's perfectly all right—even I can see that he's pretty darn farkable—after all, I may not be afflicted with the bents, but neither am I blind, ha ha." *
*"I have another tie, you know." *
******
They left Dunkelober, and finally, they were on their way, headed to a yellow sun planet. Kal was nearly overcome with excitement—next stop, godhood!
Kal-el sat in the restaurant, absolutely in awe of the many dishes the small establishment offered—most were vegetable, some contained the larval forms of insects—it was fascinating. He had to admit to himself he was slightly less enthusiastic about those dishes that attempted to saunter off the plate, but on a whole…they were beautiful to look at and he was a guest on this world, so, when on…he flipped to the resurrected Guide and tried to pronounce the name of this world accurately…gave up and called it Avelon, like most non-avierds did-- do as the…rest of the folk did, and he lifted a thankfully sedentary bit of food to his mouth, closed his eyes and bit down. It tasted good! It didn't move! He chewed and smiled in relief. Off worlders—they could be so enchanting! So fascinating.
He looked across the room and one of the blue skinned servants—waitbeing—waitperson, yes—caught his eye. He was tall and thin but muscular, even in the billowing black trousers and shirt, and the artfully arranged strip of black around his throat, Kal could see that. His hair fell in navy waves to his shoulders, and his eyes---so large, so golden…Kal couldn’t stop staring at him. He was beyond the point of rudeness now, but the being was gorgeous. Kal sighed happily. Good food, lovely scenery…now this was a tour!
The waitperson hurried over—the same one he'd been rudely staring at. Every dish brought to the table set off a fresh round of blushes, Kal felt his cheeks burning, his lips were even hot from blushing and biting them…he adored golden eyes, and something about an oblong pupil…Kal shivered just a bit.
Kal chewed and sipped some sweet bright red concoction of a drink, and felt almost giddy. It had been a while since he’d felt such an instant attraction—sadly the other kept his eyes modestly down-cast which strangely seemed to be a fairly common custom folks who weren't Citizens, despite his encouraging and he hoped friendly smiles and gestures, the other didn’t look his way, so he was resigned to finishing his meal alone. He sighed. Maybe he should have gone to the tourist traps—he might have met other Morne or Kryptonians and maybe even have gotten laid. Ah well, it was going to be Mrs. Hand and her small…daughters. No, Mrs. Palm and her…palmettes? Miss Fisty? Whatever Rwrftz used to call it.
As Kal ruminated over the proper euphemism for masturbation, the staff of the Golden Great Glowing Ball Of Gases were having a quiet but intense argument, the kind of silent argument that sounded like snakes, angry snakes with ferocious lisps.
“Fweese, that Overlord wants you! He’s full of desire for you. Do your duty to your country and for Gods’ sakes, your planet!”
“Duty? Planet? He wants to—to--” Fweese felt himself go pale. “I’m not a—a—phrenlicker...sorry Meeek. No offense. To each his own.”
“Phrack you,” Meeek hissed. “Get in the mood quickly, before all Hell breaks loose!”
The major domo gave Fweese a severe look. “Whether you like phren ort not, we don’t give a phrack—no one’s going to Hell because of you. He wants you, he gets you.”
“My wife! What about her?”
“She’ll understand. When the alternative to licking phren is death, she’ll be so understanding she’ll buy you a floral arrangement and a congratulations card, if she loves you. Besides, look at him, he’s really very attractive—don’t be so provincial. Remember,” the major domo said, and made a weighing motion with his hands. “Phren, burning in Hell—phren, death…is that so hard?”
Fweese dropped his head and twisted his apron through his fingers. He was terrified, he was very young and had only recently married the girl of his dreams, and now…he was being asked to do something with someone who held the life of every one in the restaurant in his hands, and it was something he’d never had any curiosity about, not the slightest bit of interest whatsoever. But. He was a boy with a big heart, a soft heart—he couldn’t bear the thought someone would suffer because of him…
How bad could it be? He resisted throwing the apron over his head and screaming…
"You’re right. It’s a fairly small thing when compared to the lives of my friends…and my wife. Okay.”
Meeek slapped him on the back and winked at him. “For not being an Avierd, he’s pretty attractive. Besides. All phren are the same in the dark.”
“You’re stupid Meeek, and I hope you molt all the way to the short and downys.”
“I’m not the one who’s getting phracked in the ass by an Overlord Monster tonight. Hope to see you in the morning.”
Fweese didn’t think it was possible to feel your nads rise up into your stomach….
******
At the end of his meal, the major domo came to his table and whispered in his ear, and the cute waiter was standing by the doorway, holding his cape. He blushed prettily and Kal felt his heart soar. Victory! Farewell to Mrs. Handy and her helpful daughters!
He called for a car, and allowed the waitperson to take the address of the Hotel so that the bill could be sent—he prayed it wouldn't be too much—no one seemed willing to tell him the cost….
The waitperson followed him out the door when the car arrived, stopping once to look behind him.
Kal didn’t see that the entire restaurant stared as they left, with looks of anger and disgust for him and sympathy for his poor prey, a victim of the depraved desires of the monster. A few whispered 'Death to the Kryptonian Overlords.' But quietly. Around mouthfuls of bread. Behind their napkins. Kal being otherwise occupied, missed a perfect opportunity to experience super-enhanced hearing.
Kal chattered on all the way back to his hotel, regaling the waitperson, Fweese, with tales of his friends and relatives(carefuly leaving out any mention of cousin His Majesty Shnoogie), and Fweese grinned and bobbed his head up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
They were in Kal’s suite, the lights low, a fountain in the main room providing the soothing sound of splashing water, colored lights played on it, and tiny fish leaped and splashed in it.
“Snack?” Kal indicated the fountain, and Fweese shook his head. Even though the bright little flashes were Singing Fish, even though it was said to eat one was to gain a foretaste of heaven and it was a luxury he’d surely never be granted an opportunity to have again in this lifetime, his stomach was in tied in horrible knots…what the heck was with this Monster? He was treating him like an honored guest instead of a quick phrack. As the fledglings said, WTP?
Fweese shook as the Kal Overlord stripped himself and stripped him, so quickly he was naked in a breath. Fweese did his best to be as unresisting as possible because he really, really didn’t want to go to Hell. How should he do this? Probably opening his eyes would be a good step. He eased open his tight squeezed lids and yelped. The Overlord was an inch from his face.
“Hi there! Shall we lay down? This bed is so soft, feel that!” He leaped and bounced once or twice and his enormous phren bounced with him…oh my. Where was that going? Fweese shivered all over...Hell might not be as bad as people said…
“Lay down here,” The Kal Overlord said and Fweese stretched out immediately on the cool sheets. The Master was right…it was soft and oooh, felt like cotton…rich.
“Nice, hunh? Oh, and so are you, how pretty!”
Fweese frowned. One thing he knew was that he wasn’t was pretty. His eyes were too wide, and his lips were too soft and poked out, and he had a hideous pattern of lighter blue speckles all over his chest and stomach and lower. Which The Master seemed intent on counting…oh dear.
"Look how beautiful you are," Kal breathed. "Look at the marvelous color you are…so beautiful."
"Stop! I’m not beautiful! I know I’m ugly; you don’t need to rub it in! Just do it, for Gods’ sakes!" Fweese cringed against the sheets, trying to disappear using the power of his mind… Oh Gods, I'm in for Hell now—WTP indeed!
Kal stopped, looked shocked. "But…you are." His mouth turned down and Fweese was reminded of babies, little sad babies. "Really." His hand slowly reached out and traced a pattern of cream colored speckles running across Fweese’s ribs. "This reminds me of the sky from Mount Rao, the way it gets darker as you go higher into the atmosphere, like it does here…” He swept his hand over Fweese’s chest. "No nipples."
Fweese shook his head. "No. Sorry." He was beginning to think he might not be doomed yet. Yet.
Kal swept his hand lower over a bulge marring the smoothness between his legs and Fweese tightened all over. The top of the bulge was bisected by a tightly closed slit.
“Aah! How very neat and tidy,” Kal enthused. “Wonderful! You could run naked in the fields and never get pointy things in dangly places, which believe me, is amusing only to people not getting pointed at. It tends to put a damper on any number of fun activities too…” He frowned a little, momentarily lost in painful memories. He leaned closer, and poked and touched the slit. “How does that feel? Nothing's happening, am I doing it wrong?”
“Oh—oh no, Sir, that’s just fine…” He bit his lip and tried to think of the most arousing thing he could imagine but unfortunately his thoughts bounced between visions of Hell and his mother…and suddenly, something hot! And wet! And hot and smooth touched the lips.
That was different.
That was interesting…very. Very…Kal wormed his tongue along the slit, and Fweese squirmed.
That was different and good, very good…how did the Master make his inside so warm, he wondered. Oh—he felt a response, a thickening and he gasped. Kal stuck the tip of his finger into the slit. Look, it’s opening,” he crowed, “is that good?” and Fweese groaned.
“Yes, um, yes, it is, My Lord…oh gosh.” To think that he was about to be ravished by another species! A Kryptonian in particular…he wanted to cry…he’d heard that after sex, they sometimes ate part of you….
“Mmm, you smell good enough to eat,” Kal crooned, and Fweese shrieked a little and shuddered violently.
“Please, Master!”
"Kal, not master," Kal licked harder, and groaned, touched himself, sat up and stroked himself, and Fweese was fascinated. "It’s very large," he squeaked. "Did--did you know it was leaking?” He was seized with an irresistible urge to touch it. "May I…?"
Kal laughed. "Well, that’s largely the point, isn’t it? You touch me and I touch you?" He grinned and even Fweese had to interpret it as kind. It was a look that said fondness, definitely not a snarl, or warning of coming snacking, he thought.
Fweese touched. Felt. Slid his fingers up and down, and it was a very odd feeling…he was a healthy man with needs; he sometimes resorted to self stimulation. More often than he should have to, was his opinion, being a married and all…but this was like…doing it to himself without feeling it. Odd. Kal groaned, and tilted his head back and his—his nipples?—got hard…were they supposed to? He squeezed a bit and Kal groaned louder and his nipples blushed a deep rose—yes, it seems they were supposed to do that. Kal moved around so that his feet were on either side of Fweese’s head, and Kal’s head was in his crotch, he was nuzzling his rapidly swelling sac, rolling the orbs hidden in the downy sac, kissing the pouting lips of the slit… "Oh! Teeny tiny feathers—how lovely! They’re so beautiful…you are marvelous, soft, taste so good…”
Fweese let go. This wonderful feeling…wave after wave of heat swept over him and finally his phren grew hard enough to push through the slit and Kal crowed again. “How beautiful! What a lovely color, what a beautiful shape.”
All his life, Fweese had to hear how sad it was that he was less attractive than anyone else and here he was drowning in compliments and it was amazing, wonderful. Kal Overlord licked him and sucked the tip of his phren like he was performing an act of worship…all the feathers stood up and Kal sneezed in an adorable way, he licked his way around his slit, and pulled his cheeks apart and licked there and Fweese was squirming, panting and ready to scream when Kal’s phren bumped him in the nose.
Oh.
Oh dear….
He closed his eyes tight and licked. For Gods and Planet…he licked again. For the life of his beloved wife…lick…for his friends…suck…for Gods’ sake this was kind of hot….He swallowed as much as he could and sucked hard, and was startled by a high pitched groan as the master began to pump into his mouth, a thick warm citrusy liquid flooded his mouth…it was actually kind of pleasant, in taste and texture…in the middle of this clinical thought, his body said 'oooh my….'
He lifted off the bed with a screech—very brief and swallowed as soon as it tried to break past his chewing surfaces. But a screech. A loud exhalation, denoting extreme pleasure. He made another exclamation of pleasure as the warm tongue polished the underside of his phren and urged reluctant drops to spurt out, and wrung every last bit of use out of his muscles. He collapsed back to the bed in a puddle of satiated goo. He lay on his back and stared smugly at the ceiling.
Not only had he made an Overlord babble in Kryptonese and come like a fire extinguisher at a flame walkers convention, but he’d made that same being give him enormous pleasure.
Odds were, none of them were going to Hell, if the look on the master’s face was a pleased as he hoped.
“Oh, that was wonderful! Wonderful," he said wistfully, and ran his fingers over the short soft feathers that framed Fweese’s ears. He sighed again, “Wonderful," and trailed his fingers to the feather’s in Fweese’s groin, and they manful tried to erect themselves again but…Fweese groaned, he wasn’t a fledgling anymore, it took rather longer than a minute for his body parts to work again. It spoke to Kal’s amazing skill that his phren and feathers even quivered somewhat in interest…he thought somewhat sadly, 'And now, and for the rest of my life, there will only be sex with my wife, who has all the imagination and passion of a cuttlebone. But by the Gods, a wonderful person, she is,' he hastily reminded himself.
The Overlord lay on his side, his adorable eyes tightly closed, his funny fleshy but awfully delicious feeling lips fluttering as he snored like a hatchling…so cute.
Fweese sighed and got up, preparing to dress and rid the apartment of him, when Kal Overlord opened his eyes.
“Where are you going, Fwee?" He asked.
Fweese bowed deeply. "Letting Kal Overlord sleep comfortably, without my bulk to disturb him."
“Oh…oh. I was hoping…well…I was hoping you’d want to stay….”
Fweese mind quickly reran the scene of the major domo weighing fates—Hell, phrack, Hell, phrack…He grinned and leapt back in the bed. “May I?”
And Kal nodded happily and Fweese threw himself into his hugely muscled arms. “Tell me about phracking on your planet…and stuff?”
Interlude
Kal leaned back in his seat and watched the planet drop away in the observation port. In his lap, he held a jar of worms in gel, or at least that’s what it looked like, a strange white bony thing, and a card, written in a painfully proper Krptonese, the handwriting so thin and delicate, it looked like spider web.
I will dream of you forever, My Kal Overlord. Rao smile on you always
Fwee…if he could have taken him away with him, he would have. He was delicious, beautiful…Kal sighed. Ah well. Planet-side romances, the novellas were full of them.
So, his first experience under a yellow sun, and he'd spent the whole time in bed. Tsk. Though keeping his strength in check had added a delicious tension to the sex. He shook the jar of gelled worms gently. It was so true—The Tour was just so educational, the best thing a young Kryptonian could undertake. He sneezed happily and a tiny, tiny blue feather floated from his lip into the air.
TBC
part 4
Fandom:SV
Pairing:Kal-El/OCs, Kal-El/Lex
Rating:NC-17
Summary:A little bit of this, a little bit of that and stirred into a totally self-indulgent stew. This is just for fun! Also, this contains bits of nearly every SF story I've ever read.
previous parts are here, wishing they were on the tour....
Entering normal space again after the jump was a little like waking up from an intense dream—Kal felt like he'd heard and done something wonderful, something amazing, but all he retained was a rapidly fading sense of wonder and a slight feeling of loss. He stepped out of the bed he'd been in for the jump and shuddered all over. The thing was like a foam lined coffin—painting it bright green and pasting flower decals on it didn’t make it any less coffin like.
Before going on to the first stop on their tour, the ship was stopping for supplies--passengers were invited to spend the time there in visiting the market near the Kryptonian post planet side. Dunkeloben was a big planet with a red sun, a fact that disappointed Kal a little—a lot, actually--he'd wanted to explore the fantastic powers he'd get under a yellow sun. But this planet was said to be very beautiful, it's single giant continent covered with forests, and mountains, deep rivers—and the people were supposed to be pretty too. The call for docking rang out, and he hurried to take his first step on an alien world.
******
*"So, anyway, here I was , stark naked and dripping wet, and her husband is banging on the door, and she's—shit, tourists. Look wise and inscrutable." *
*"Gaaah—fark—which farking Old One did we piss the hells off—it's a Krypton." *
* "Shut the fark up before he hears you. Great, there goes the mother-farking profit *…How may we serve you, Honored Master?"
"Oh! Wonderful…um...that's pretty. Is it for a woman? Are they earrings?"
"Oh yes Honored Sir, they are earrings. The Master has excellent taste—they are very…very…expensive. Time consuming to craft. May I—gergh—may I be allowed to make a gift of them, oh Blessed One?"
"Oh—is this some kind of custom—thank you! I'd like the blanket, and the baskets too, please, oh, and that strip of material…"
"It's a tie, Oh Beloved of Rao. It's worn around the neck? May I demonstrate?"
"Ah, Ralf, the Honored Sir doesn’t have time to watch you do the scarf dance, heh—just let me unknot this and it's yours, oh Master. * Let go of it, you enormous ass! Let go, or you won’t have to worry about choking to death—I'll do it myself…* Here you go, Sacred One please to enjoy the fruits of our blood and sweat stained labor—ooof!"
"What my companion means, oh Beloved of Rao, is have a nice afternoon, and come again, please."
"Um…yes, I'm sure…thank you…"
They watched the tall Kryptonian walk away.
*"You have elbows like stilettos, you scrawny ass. Can you believe the nerve of that bastard?" *
*"Really! Farking Kryptos. They're all the fark the same…can you believe the ass on him though—oh sorry…" *
*No, no, that's perfectly all right—even I can see that he's pretty darn farkable—after all, I may not be afflicted with the bents, but neither am I blind, ha ha." *
*"I have another tie, you know." *
******
They left Dunkelober, and finally, they were on their way, headed to a yellow sun planet. Kal was nearly overcome with excitement—next stop, godhood!
Kal-el sat in the restaurant, absolutely in awe of the many dishes the small establishment offered—most were vegetable, some contained the larval forms of insects—it was fascinating. He had to admit to himself he was slightly less enthusiastic about those dishes that attempted to saunter off the plate, but on a whole…they were beautiful to look at and he was a guest on this world, so, when on…he flipped to the resurrected Guide and tried to pronounce the name of this world accurately…gave up and called it Avelon, like most non-avierds did-- do as the…rest of the folk did, and he lifted a thankfully sedentary bit of food to his mouth, closed his eyes and bit down. It tasted good! It didn't move! He chewed and smiled in relief. Off worlders—they could be so enchanting! So fascinating.
He looked across the room and one of the blue skinned servants—waitbeing—waitperson, yes—caught his eye. He was tall and thin but muscular, even in the billowing black trousers and shirt, and the artfully arranged strip of black around his throat, Kal could see that. His hair fell in navy waves to his shoulders, and his eyes---so large, so golden…Kal couldn’t stop staring at him. He was beyond the point of rudeness now, but the being was gorgeous. Kal sighed happily. Good food, lovely scenery…now this was a tour!
The waitperson hurried over—the same one he'd been rudely staring at. Every dish brought to the table set off a fresh round of blushes, Kal felt his cheeks burning, his lips were even hot from blushing and biting them…he adored golden eyes, and something about an oblong pupil…Kal shivered just a bit.
Kal chewed and sipped some sweet bright red concoction of a drink, and felt almost giddy. It had been a while since he’d felt such an instant attraction—sadly the other kept his eyes modestly down-cast which strangely seemed to be a fairly common custom folks who weren't Citizens, despite his encouraging and he hoped friendly smiles and gestures, the other didn’t look his way, so he was resigned to finishing his meal alone. He sighed. Maybe he should have gone to the tourist traps—he might have met other Morne or Kryptonians and maybe even have gotten laid. Ah well, it was going to be Mrs. Hand and her small…daughters. No, Mrs. Palm and her…palmettes? Miss Fisty? Whatever Rwrftz used to call it.
As Kal ruminated over the proper euphemism for masturbation, the staff of the Golden Great Glowing Ball Of Gases were having a quiet but intense argument, the kind of silent argument that sounded like snakes, angry snakes with ferocious lisps.
“Fweese, that Overlord wants you! He’s full of desire for you. Do your duty to your country and for Gods’ sakes, your planet!”
“Duty? Planet? He wants to—to--” Fweese felt himself go pale. “I’m not a—a—phrenlicker...sorry Meeek. No offense. To each his own.”
“Phrack you,” Meeek hissed. “Get in the mood quickly, before all Hell breaks loose!”
The major domo gave Fweese a severe look. “Whether you like phren ort not, we don’t give a phrack—no one’s going to Hell because of you. He wants you, he gets you.”
“My wife! What about her?”
“She’ll understand. When the alternative to licking phren is death, she’ll be so understanding she’ll buy you a floral arrangement and a congratulations card, if she loves you. Besides, look at him, he’s really very attractive—don’t be so provincial. Remember,” the major domo said, and made a weighing motion with his hands. “Phren, burning in Hell—phren, death…is that so hard?”
Fweese dropped his head and twisted his apron through his fingers. He was terrified, he was very young and had only recently married the girl of his dreams, and now…he was being asked to do something with someone who held the life of every one in the restaurant in his hands, and it was something he’d never had any curiosity about, not the slightest bit of interest whatsoever. But. He was a boy with a big heart, a soft heart—he couldn’t bear the thought someone would suffer because of him…
How bad could it be? He resisted throwing the apron over his head and screaming…
"You’re right. It’s a fairly small thing when compared to the lives of my friends…and my wife. Okay.”
Meeek slapped him on the back and winked at him. “For not being an Avierd, he’s pretty attractive. Besides. All phren are the same in the dark.”
“You’re stupid Meeek, and I hope you molt all the way to the short and downys.”
“I’m not the one who’s getting phracked in the ass by an Overlord Monster tonight. Hope to see you in the morning.”
Fweese didn’t think it was possible to feel your nads rise up into your stomach….
******
At the end of his meal, the major domo came to his table and whispered in his ear, and the cute waiter was standing by the doorway, holding his cape. He blushed prettily and Kal felt his heart soar. Victory! Farewell to Mrs. Handy and her helpful daughters!
He called for a car, and allowed the waitperson to take the address of the Hotel so that the bill could be sent—he prayed it wouldn't be too much—no one seemed willing to tell him the cost….
The waitperson followed him out the door when the car arrived, stopping once to look behind him.
Kal didn’t see that the entire restaurant stared as they left, with looks of anger and disgust for him and sympathy for his poor prey, a victim of the depraved desires of the monster. A few whispered 'Death to the Kryptonian Overlords.' But quietly. Around mouthfuls of bread. Behind their napkins. Kal being otherwise occupied, missed a perfect opportunity to experience super-enhanced hearing.
Kal chattered on all the way back to his hotel, regaling the waitperson, Fweese, with tales of his friends and relatives(carefuly leaving out any mention of cousin His Majesty Shnoogie), and Fweese grinned and bobbed his head up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
They were in Kal’s suite, the lights low, a fountain in the main room providing the soothing sound of splashing water, colored lights played on it, and tiny fish leaped and splashed in it.
“Snack?” Kal indicated the fountain, and Fweese shook his head. Even though the bright little flashes were Singing Fish, even though it was said to eat one was to gain a foretaste of heaven and it was a luxury he’d surely never be granted an opportunity to have again in this lifetime, his stomach was in tied in horrible knots…what the heck was with this Monster? He was treating him like an honored guest instead of a quick phrack. As the fledglings said, WTP?
Fweese shook as the Kal Overlord stripped himself and stripped him, so quickly he was naked in a breath. Fweese did his best to be as unresisting as possible because he really, really didn’t want to go to Hell. How should he do this? Probably opening his eyes would be a good step. He eased open his tight squeezed lids and yelped. The Overlord was an inch from his face.
“Hi there! Shall we lay down? This bed is so soft, feel that!” He leaped and bounced once or twice and his enormous phren bounced with him…oh my. Where was that going? Fweese shivered all over...Hell might not be as bad as people said…
“Lay down here,” The Kal Overlord said and Fweese stretched out immediately on the cool sheets. The Master was right…it was soft and oooh, felt like cotton…rich.
“Nice, hunh? Oh, and so are you, how pretty!”
Fweese frowned. One thing he knew was that he wasn’t was pretty. His eyes were too wide, and his lips were too soft and poked out, and he had a hideous pattern of lighter blue speckles all over his chest and stomach and lower. Which The Master seemed intent on counting…oh dear.
"Look how beautiful you are," Kal breathed. "Look at the marvelous color you are…so beautiful."
"Stop! I’m not beautiful! I know I’m ugly; you don’t need to rub it in! Just do it, for Gods’ sakes!" Fweese cringed against the sheets, trying to disappear using the power of his mind… Oh Gods, I'm in for Hell now—WTP indeed!
Kal stopped, looked shocked. "But…you are." His mouth turned down and Fweese was reminded of babies, little sad babies. "Really." His hand slowly reached out and traced a pattern of cream colored speckles running across Fweese’s ribs. "This reminds me of the sky from Mount Rao, the way it gets darker as you go higher into the atmosphere, like it does here…” He swept his hand over Fweese’s chest. "No nipples."
Fweese shook his head. "No. Sorry." He was beginning to think he might not be doomed yet. Yet.
Kal swept his hand lower over a bulge marring the smoothness between his legs and Fweese tightened all over. The top of the bulge was bisected by a tightly closed slit.
“Aah! How very neat and tidy,” Kal enthused. “Wonderful! You could run naked in the fields and never get pointy things in dangly places, which believe me, is amusing only to people not getting pointed at. It tends to put a damper on any number of fun activities too…” He frowned a little, momentarily lost in painful memories. He leaned closer, and poked and touched the slit. “How does that feel? Nothing's happening, am I doing it wrong?”
“Oh—oh no, Sir, that’s just fine…” He bit his lip and tried to think of the most arousing thing he could imagine but unfortunately his thoughts bounced between visions of Hell and his mother…and suddenly, something hot! And wet! And hot and smooth touched the lips.
That was different.
That was interesting…very. Very…Kal wormed his tongue along the slit, and Fweese squirmed.
That was different and good, very good…how did the Master make his inside so warm, he wondered. Oh—he felt a response, a thickening and he gasped. Kal stuck the tip of his finger into the slit. Look, it’s opening,” he crowed, “is that good?” and Fweese groaned.
“Yes, um, yes, it is, My Lord…oh gosh.” To think that he was about to be ravished by another species! A Kryptonian in particular…he wanted to cry…he’d heard that after sex, they sometimes ate part of you….
“Mmm, you smell good enough to eat,” Kal crooned, and Fweese shrieked a little and shuddered violently.
“Please, Master!”
"Kal, not master," Kal licked harder, and groaned, touched himself, sat up and stroked himself, and Fweese was fascinated. "It’s very large," he squeaked. "Did--did you know it was leaking?” He was seized with an irresistible urge to touch it. "May I…?"
Kal laughed. "Well, that’s largely the point, isn’t it? You touch me and I touch you?" He grinned and even Fweese had to interpret it as kind. It was a look that said fondness, definitely not a snarl, or warning of coming snacking, he thought.
Fweese touched. Felt. Slid his fingers up and down, and it was a very odd feeling…he was a healthy man with needs; he sometimes resorted to self stimulation. More often than he should have to, was his opinion, being a married and all…but this was like…doing it to himself without feeling it. Odd. Kal groaned, and tilted his head back and his—his nipples?—got hard…were they supposed to? He squeezed a bit and Kal groaned louder and his nipples blushed a deep rose—yes, it seems they were supposed to do that. Kal moved around so that his feet were on either side of Fweese’s head, and Kal’s head was in his crotch, he was nuzzling his rapidly swelling sac, rolling the orbs hidden in the downy sac, kissing the pouting lips of the slit… "Oh! Teeny tiny feathers—how lovely! They’re so beautiful…you are marvelous, soft, taste so good…”
Fweese let go. This wonderful feeling…wave after wave of heat swept over him and finally his phren grew hard enough to push through the slit and Kal crowed again. “How beautiful! What a lovely color, what a beautiful shape.”
All his life, Fweese had to hear how sad it was that he was less attractive than anyone else and here he was drowning in compliments and it was amazing, wonderful. Kal Overlord licked him and sucked the tip of his phren like he was performing an act of worship…all the feathers stood up and Kal sneezed in an adorable way, he licked his way around his slit, and pulled his cheeks apart and licked there and Fweese was squirming, panting and ready to scream when Kal’s phren bumped him in the nose.
Oh.
Oh dear….
He closed his eyes tight and licked. For Gods and Planet…he licked again. For the life of his beloved wife…lick…for his friends…suck…for Gods’ sake this was kind of hot….He swallowed as much as he could and sucked hard, and was startled by a high pitched groan as the master began to pump into his mouth, a thick warm citrusy liquid flooded his mouth…it was actually kind of pleasant, in taste and texture…in the middle of this clinical thought, his body said 'oooh my….'
He lifted off the bed with a screech—very brief and swallowed as soon as it tried to break past his chewing surfaces. But a screech. A loud exhalation, denoting extreme pleasure. He made another exclamation of pleasure as the warm tongue polished the underside of his phren and urged reluctant drops to spurt out, and wrung every last bit of use out of his muscles. He collapsed back to the bed in a puddle of satiated goo. He lay on his back and stared smugly at the ceiling.
Not only had he made an Overlord babble in Kryptonese and come like a fire extinguisher at a flame walkers convention, but he’d made that same being give him enormous pleasure.
Odds were, none of them were going to Hell, if the look on the master’s face was a pleased as he hoped.
“Oh, that was wonderful! Wonderful," he said wistfully, and ran his fingers over the short soft feathers that framed Fweese’s ears. He sighed again, “Wonderful," and trailed his fingers to the feather’s in Fweese’s groin, and they manful tried to erect themselves again but…Fweese groaned, he wasn’t a fledgling anymore, it took rather longer than a minute for his body parts to work again. It spoke to Kal’s amazing skill that his phren and feathers even quivered somewhat in interest…he thought somewhat sadly, 'And now, and for the rest of my life, there will only be sex with my wife, who has all the imagination and passion of a cuttlebone. But by the Gods, a wonderful person, she is,' he hastily reminded himself.
The Overlord lay on his side, his adorable eyes tightly closed, his funny fleshy but awfully delicious feeling lips fluttering as he snored like a hatchling…so cute.
Fweese sighed and got up, preparing to dress and rid the apartment of him, when Kal Overlord opened his eyes.
“Where are you going, Fwee?" He asked.
Fweese bowed deeply. "Letting Kal Overlord sleep comfortably, without my bulk to disturb him."
“Oh…oh. I was hoping…well…I was hoping you’d want to stay….”
Fweese mind quickly reran the scene of the major domo weighing fates—Hell, phrack, Hell, phrack…He grinned and leapt back in the bed. “May I?”
And Kal nodded happily and Fweese threw himself into his hugely muscled arms. “Tell me about phracking on your planet…and stuff?”
Interlude
Kal leaned back in his seat and watched the planet drop away in the observation port. In his lap, he held a jar of worms in gel, or at least that’s what it looked like, a strange white bony thing, and a card, written in a painfully proper Krptonese, the handwriting so thin and delicate, it looked like spider web.
I will dream of you forever, My Kal Overlord. Rao smile on you always
Fwee…if he could have taken him away with him, he would have. He was delicious, beautiful…Kal sighed. Ah well. Planet-side romances, the novellas were full of them.
So, his first experience under a yellow sun, and he'd spent the whole time in bed. Tsk. Though keeping his strength in check had added a delicious tension to the sex. He shook the jar of gelled worms gently. It was so true—The Tour was just so educational, the best thing a young Kryptonian could undertake. He sneezed happily and a tiny, tiny blue feather floated from his lip into the air.
TBC
part 4
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If all Kryptonians are as dim as Kal, how did they ever conquer the galaxy?
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thanks so much for hopping on the ride with me! *G*
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I love that everyone thinks that Kal will rain death down on them if they don't give him what he wants - but they all think he's really cute - when all Kal wants to do is have fun and get some sex.
*sigh* I can't wait 'til Kal meets Lex - Lex will totally tell Clark all about the disdain, sleep with him, let Clark take him home, then convince Kal to take over the government from his other side of the family.
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You! Get out of my head!!!!!!!
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Thank you for letting us come on this trip with you.
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I love this--Kal is so sweet and clueless, and I'm really enjoying the exotic alien sex, though I suspect Kal is going to feel pretty bad when he finds out how he's been taking advantage of everyone without knowing it.
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I love the boy like this, it shames me to confess how much! *G*
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Fweese sounded very interesting. :D
Love your languages. hehehe
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I have to say, slut Clark never gets old for me! LOL!
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This is both hilarious and hot.
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*grins*
Just got caught up...
*squishes you*
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*reads up*
Oh, I didn't mean to comment on Talitha's comment, but on the story...
*blushes*
I liked the blue feathers making Kal sneeze, btw.
*grins*
So, cute.
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I'm so glad you liked the feathers--they just made me giggle
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just like your icon!
thanks so much!!
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And *HUGHUG* to you! *G*
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“Tell me about phracking on your planet…and stuff?”
*l*
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(Anonymous) 2009-06-02 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)But- those are all 2nd thoughts-the first thoughts were how wonderfully entertaining, refreshing and enjoyable this was. What a wonderful and unique concept-expressed and written/told in a most pleasing way. There were too many wonderful and funny things to mention them all_but this one excerpt in particular made me laugh much more louder than other moments:
>>…he wanted to cry…he’d heard that after sex, they sometimes ate part of you….
“Mmm, you smell good enough to eat,” Kal crooned, and Fweese shrieked a little and shuddered violently.
“Please, Master!”<<
I think you are the funniest/smartest/sarcastic/sardonic/black comedy/comedy/humor/fantastical/etc... writer I've come across.
I LOVE FWEE!!!
(Anonymous) 2010-08-03 03:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: I LOVE FWEE!!!
I'm so happy you do--I do too! *GGG*
Thanks *so* much for letting me know, you made my night! :)
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