Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 52

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 52

Whats this pink Alien saying?
“I need to practice on aliens as
well as humans. How else will I know what I’m
capable of?”
She screams something that I realize must be her
natural language.
“Weren’t the physiological changes you were
making in me enough? You don’t understand. I
was chosen for this mission because I’m not
supposed to mate for many of your solar cycles.

Offspring in our race has always been planned
with genetics in mind.”
“Okay, I’m sorry,” I tell her, getting defensive.
“I’ll
just turn it off.” But the switch won’t move. It
refuses to even budge. I press against it harder,
groaning with the effort and feeling a headache
coming on, but to no avail.
“It can’t be turned off. I have to mate within two
of your days, or I will die.” Vage cries, and then
screams again in her language, and I’m fairly sure
I don’t want to know what she’s saying.
“There
isn’t a mate-worthy male on this side of the
galaxy. You have killed me!” She returns to yelling
in her own tongue.

Complete and utter shame floods through me.

This intelligent alien has helped me develop my
ability and as trying to help me save the human
race. But in my ignorance, I have doomed this
kind and trusting creature; and all because of my
S#xual curiosity. I truly am a failure and a pervert.
The human race is doomed, because I’m not
worth saving.

Wait a minute. . . A sudden thought pulls me out
of the depression I am spiraling into.
“What about me?” I ask, doubting it’s even
possible, but grasping at straws. My head is
throbbing, and it’s hard to think through her
confusing language.
She suddenly stops talking, and looks at me. Her
silvery-blue eyes have turned a dark shade of
green, and her slit pupils grow larger. Her
breathing is heavy, and I can see a light film of
liquid already running down her legs. The light
fairly dances around her body in her distress.
“You?” Both tones of her voice sounded odd,
ragged, as she asks me. “Our genetic code is
different. It won’t work. And you are only
human.”

Her whole body shakes, and I can tell
she is in dire distress.
“We have to try something,” I plead.
“I may have no other choice.” She now sounds
resigned to the possibility.
Her hands move in the air before her, hitting her
invisible buttons, and the white light around me
turns to the healing greenish-yellow for a
moment, restoring my strength and killing the
headache, before turning off completely.

I step up to her, not sure how this works for her
species, and place my hand gently on her
shoulder. Or try to. An electrical shock fires
through my arm, knocking me back a couple
steps.
“Wait until I get undressed!” She demands after
she works out the words in English. But she is
already nakked. . . My jaw drops in surprise as the
dancing light around her body simmers, and
then falls to the floor, glittering dully. The light IS
her clothing! It’s not designed to cover up, but for
protection.

I look back to Vage, and she looks a little different
without the light playing across her smooth pink
skin. I tentatively reach out my hand to touch her
shoulder, and this time my fingers touch flesh.

It’s as soft and smooth as it looks, and warm to
the touch. This is the first time we’ve made
physical contact, and it sends a shiver down my
spine.

I realize she is glaring at me impatiently, and that I
still have my boxers on. I quickly disrobe, and
feel my face turn beet red as my limp cockk
comes out. Filled with shame as I am, I have lost
my other desire. If I’m to have a chance at saving
her, though, I have to get it up.

I bring my face close to hers, and she backs
away, uncertainly.
“What are you doing?” She
asks in alarm.
“I’m trying to kiss you,” I tell her, not wanting to
explain the need for it.
“You humans kiss. We just mate. We do not
need to kiss,” she replies.
“Well I DO!” I say, frustrated. Pulling her to me, I
press my mouth against her soft thin lips. She
doesn’t fight me this time, and accepts my
embrace. I lick her lips, before trying to slip my
tongue into her mouth. I hear her sigh in
resignation, before letting it in, but she just stands
there, letting me do whatever, without returning
the kiss.
“You have to kiss me back,” I complain.
“You humans have weird, pointless rituals.”
Despite her words, she tilts her head back, and
this time when I kiss her, I feel her tongue around
mine. Or rather, I feel two tongues slide around
mine. One goes into my mouth, and licks around
my teeth, while her other one swirls around
mine. She is definitely a novice, but the different
s£nsat!on is nice. I’m shocked, but at the same
time, turned on. I feel my dicckk finally start to
react, and let my hands drop down to her
butt0ckz, giving them a nice