The Truth is Out There

 Stars twinkle in the clear night sky overhead as you walk along the dirt path back to your house, crickets chirping around you. Visiting your uncle on his farm has been a lot of hard work, but it seems worth it somehow. The chores keep you busy and your mind clear, and working with animals is much better than sitting in some cubicle. You can hear the cows gently snoring in the field as you walk along the fence line, and you stop to watch them for a while. Fireflies dance above the grass, like little lanterns in the air, illuminating the animals for brief moments at a time. Leaning on a post, you listen to the slow breathing of the cows and enjoy the cool night air, watching a falling star streak through the sky.

As you think of  a wish to make, the star suddenly changes course and seems to grow larger. After a short while you realize it's heading towards you, and the sky gets brighter by the second as it speeds through the atmosphere. The air vibrates around you and the object appears above, a shining circle overhead. You shield your eyes from the blinding light with your arm as best you can when you notice your clothes begin to rise off your body, followed by your feet off the ground. Grabbing on to the fence post, you try to keep yourself from flying off, but whatever force pulls you continues until you tire and slide off, the earth disappearing from view until all you see is white light.

The feeling of weightlessness continues until your feet finally touch solid ground, your eyes still adjusting to the new surroundings. Rubbing your face, you hear a shrill voice call out "On your knees! You are in the presence of the Tengurian Emperor!"

Your vision slowly returns as you stare at the ground, a pair of black dress shoes coming into view. As everything begins to clear up, you see what looks like a short young man standing in front of you, dressed in short blue pants and a long sleeved white shirt with a light jacket. Sitting atop his light violet hair are two black horns, with a pair of cow like ears on either side of his head. 

"I said kneel! All subjects will prostrate themselves before the great Emperor!" pointing at the ground, the strange boy orders you firmly. 

You carefully bring yourself to your knees, obeying the alien boy and bowing. You're not sure where you are or what's happening but it's probably best to go along for now.

"That's better! You should know your place! You may raise your head and look upon your new leader, Touma Tengu!" 

Following orders once more, you look up at the pouty face of your captor, "Well uh, nice to meet you Emperor. What am I here for, exactly?"

"You're here to serve my every need, of course! Whatever I desire, you'll provide! You might also need to be a meat shield in times of war." extending his hand, Touma lifts you to your feet and steps back. Standing face to face, the mighty emperor only comes up to about mid chest level, his small frame making it a bit harder to take him seriously. 

"Alright, my lord, what can I do for you?" trying to hide a smile, you bow your head to keep it from showing on your face.

"You're even more obedient than I thought you'd be. Good. It's been a long day, and I desire rest. Carry me to my bedroom so I can bathe and get ready to sleep." 

Looking around, you notice there isn't anyone else here, no guards, no other servants, nothing. Your new sovereign seems to get antsy as you think, so you lean down and offer your back to carry him. Hopping on eagerly, Touma guides you to his bedchamber, the floor beneath your feet rumbling as the ship flies off back into the atmosphere.

"We're here! Don't you dare follow me into the bath, I'll have you punished if you try to peek!" tugging on your sleeve to let him down, Touma disappears through the bathroom door, leaving you to wander around his bedroom. A round bed covered in various pillows sits in the center of the room, shelves and dressers lining the walls. You hear water running in the other room and take a seat on the bed, falling into a strange material that seems to suck you in. Weightless in the bed, you try to crawl to the center, but the shifting covers prevent you from going anywhere.

"Hey, servant! Stop fooling around in my bed and come get washed! You're too filthy to be doing that." Touma scolds you from the doorway, marching over in a towel and pulling you free of the bed "Into the bath, mister!"

Kicking off your shoes, you step into the bathroom and pull off your shirt, hesitating to drop your pants.

"What are you waiting for? Everything off!" standing behind you, Touma hooks his thumbs in the waist of your boxers and pulls them down with your trousers.

Naked and confused, you're pushed to the edge of a bath and you sit on the edge, feet submerged in the soapy water. Touma reaches for a bucket and fills it from the tub, placing a hand on your shoulder before dumping the bucket over your head. 

"Look at all that dirt... And to think you were soiling my sheets with this." Touma scrubs at your shoulders with a rag, rinsing it occasionally and traveling down your back. You close your eyes and let the cute boy clean you, his hands rubbing and massaging you all across your back and sides.

"Alright, turn around..." whispering hoarsely, Touma guides you by the arm to face him, his face turning red as he tries to turn his eyes. Shifting closer, Touma runs his hands across your chest, his hair hiding half his face but not well enough to cover his blushing cheeks. 

As his palms reach your midriff, you pull Touma's face forward by the chin and press your lips to his, feeling him moan softly into your mouth. Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you slip your tongue past his lips, kissing him slowly. Your cock grows gradually as you make out with the pretty emperor, pressing against his stomach and causing him to pull away nervously but you reach down with one hand to keep him close. You feel him try to speak against your lips but you stifle his voice with another invasion of his mouth with your tongue, his hands still exploring your waist and dropping further. Fingers lightly wrap around your shaft and stroke erratically, his breath turning haggard until he pulls away, gasping.

"What do you think you're doing, s-servant..." looking down, Touma shivers at your touch as you run a finger along his cheek, his hand still squeezing your length "I'll make sure to punish you..."

Instead of replying, you pull him into another kiss, his body trembling against yours as he tugs on your shaft. Eventually you break your lips free, a trail of saliva falling from his chin and onto his hand. His eyes seem to lose focus with your touch, and you take the opportunity to nudge his head down, his body following your suggestion and kneeling before you. Touma's mouth hangs open as he runs his hand along your shaft, tongue slowly extending and running along the underside of your cock. Resting a hand on his head approvingly, you guide him onto you further, the heat of his mouth surrounding your member.

Touma's face turns completely red as he glides his lips along your length, his tongue cradling you in his mouth. The light section combined with his cute expression pull a spurt of pre from your cock directly onto his tongue, his neck shifting slightly as he swallows it down. You feel Touma's hands rest on your thighs as his head bobs back and forth, his wet ears swaying in the steamy air and creating a small breeze. Biting your lip, you wonder if you should finish in the emperor's mouth or try to push your luck. The image of this adorable alien sucking you off makes you think twice about going any further but you know you can't stop here.

Pulling your cock free from Touma's cute mouth, you rest it against his cheek and watch him try to catch his breath, your pre still dripping from his lips. 

"Hey, shouldn't I get your back too?" guiding your emperor to the edge of the tub, you sit him down and stand behind him, your cock pressed against his back as you rub his shoulders. 

"I will allow you to wash me, it is a servant's job to service his master..." Touma's body relaxes against you, head resting on your chest. Your hands begin to wander across his chest, massaging and pressing lightly, until you look over his shoulder to see his own cock standing at attention.

Reaching lower, you wrap two fingers around his cute penis and stroke it lightly, a gasp escaping from Touma's mouth. Your lips travel along the side of his neck and shoulder, tugging on his cock until you feel him collapse against you, overwhelmed by pleasure. Smiling to yourself, you keep him shuddering with your hand as you slip him into the water, stepping into the tub as well and resting him on your lap. 

"Don't worry, your Majesty, I'll take good care of you..." whispering softly, you pull Touma's legs apart gently and balance his hips above your waiting cock, the head pressed patiently against his hole. Touma squirms nervously from the pressure, but you continue fondling him to keep him distracted. Tengurian precum spills into the bathwater from your hand's efforts, and slowly but surely you feel his hole losing out to gravity. 

"You... You can't do this! I'm a boy bull! I'm meant to breed!" protesting futilely, Touma rests his head on your shoulder, his twitching cock still spurting off white into the water. You're too turned on at this point to properly explain the ins and outs of ancient Greek relationships, but you're about to show him. Letting Touma sink down, his hole gradually stretches enough to accept the head of your cock, and you feel him drop onto your lap, his ring clenching around the base. He moans in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, cock throbbing in your hand and squirting a full load into the soapy water. 

"It's too big! Please, take it out!" Touma sobs and tenses tighter as your cock sits inside him, your hands resting on his thighs to keep him flush against you and letting him adjust. Running your thumb over the head of his shaft, you continue fondling him to keep him relaxed and you eventually feel him release just a bit.

Your lips place little kisses along Touma's back and neck as he sits impaled on your cock, bumping your hips up slightly to bring him off your legs, his rear falling back down to meet you. Your movements drag slowly in the water but it's still fast enough to force a moan from your emperor. Sliding a hand up to his hairless chest, you hold him still and buck harder, enjoying the sounds of reluctant pleasure escaping him. Touma's cock sways back and forth in the water as you thrust into him from below, the quiet sloshing of the bath mixing with the boy's adorable cries.

Hooking your arms under Touma's legs, you pick him up out of the water and carry him outside the tub, bouncing him gently on your length. You carefully move him to his bed and set him down, bending him over his bed but keeping yourself inside. 

"I've never had a servant this brazen before... But I don't hate this..." pushing back against your hips, Touma manages to gasp out a few words, his breath turning increasingly more ragged by the minute. You barely register your emperor's mixed praise, too caught up in bringing yourself to the finish line. A primal urge blooms inside your heart and your loins, driving you into a frenzy to plant your seed. Leaning over the Tengurian leader, you pin him by the neck against his strange bed and slam your hips forward, your teeth sinking into his neck. 

Hammering Touma with abandon, you hear him groaning with each thrust but all you care about is shooting your load in his guts. He seems unable to form any coherent sentences, just noise, not that you'd notice either way. Your cock swells as you get closer to inevitable orgasm when you feel Touma's ass tighten around you repeatedly, liquid spilling onto your legs. The boy emperor buries his face in a pillow during his orgasm, moaning shamefully as he cums from your pounding of his prostate, fists balled up and pulling at the sheets. Feeling Touma's ring clenching around you once again sets you off as well, and soon your moans join his as you paint his insides white. You fuck your way through your combined orgasms, your balls slapping against his as you do your best to empty them. Eventually you tire out and stop spewing whitewash into Touma, your body collapsing onto his in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. With your cock softening and slipping free, you pull Touma into a cuddle, stroking his matted hair.

"I'm rethinking your role here, servant... You'll make a better throne than caretaker..."