His Imperial Highness, Lord of the Second Galactic Arm, Duke of the Fifth Sector, Guardian of the Realm, and several other titles, Grand Prince Manly, second son of the Emperor, was on the royal yacht, "Golden Voyager," which was en route to Regulus IX, the home world of the Stonns, whose own empire covered over a thousand worlds of their own, the heavier planets with gravities exceeding 3 gravities. Given that Mankind could use such worlds themselves, there was no problem to the two empires co-existing, except for the fact of such things as a matter of establishing boundaries and peaceful relations, it had been decided, as such things often were, to cement the combination of these two empires by a marriage. As a result, Grand Prince Manly was to marry the second child of the Stonn emperor, and thereby establish a bond above and beyond simple documents.
Grand Prince Manly had seen the Stonn, and while they were humanoid (a fact that the scientists of the Empire were still scratching their heads over, arguing about whether it was simple parallel evolution or panspermia), that was being generous. Simply put, the Stonn males (nobody had ever seen any Stonn but their men, the women and children were still a mystery to government and science) resembled the legendary trolls. Strongly muscled, they were taller than men, broad-built to the point of being square, their heads were rectangular in a horizontal style, with their eyes, nose and mouth all being wider in comparison, their ears were like pointed fins at either side sticking up above rather thin hair on top, and when they stuck out their tongues, it jutted out some foot long, thick and gross. They had eyes of several non-human colors from pink to red shading to orange and on to purple without hitting blue, and their skins were from pale to deep green in shade. As for their dongs, well, any male who craved such a tool had to have a sizeable streak of masochism in their psyche.
And the Prince was off to marry one of them, presumably one of the males, from all he had heard. Anyone who envied his station in life and its luxuries and delicacies and jewels and grandeur had better look at the duties and trials he also endured. He had had no greater wish than to become a Grand Admiral some day, meanwhile, to captain a ship of the Imperial Space Navy had been his supreme dream, and who wouldn't dream of such a life, to sail among the stars and see all the many worlds of Mankind and other, alien worlds in all their myriad variety. Instead, he was being marooned on a world where he wouldn't dare step foot outside of a grav-field generator area for fear of being crushed under his own weight suddenly becoming three times his own eighty kilograms of bone and muscle. To suddenly weigh two hundred and forty kilograms would put a strain on any man's heart, men who weighed that on Mother Earth were usually bed-ridden from their own obesity and could barely walk if they weren't. He hoped he could convince his new husband to come to Earth, surely the Stonn would love weighing a third of what he was used to, wouldn't he? And if he chose to bring a few lovers on the side, Prince Manly would look away...
The "Golden Voyager" was equipped with such a field and used it to land safely on Regulus IX. The Grand Prince and his retinue marched out accompanied by a line of hovering grav-field generators over them saving them from the crushing weight of the planet which was five times the size of the Earth. Regulus IX had a unique beauty in it, the plants tended to be squat and grow broadly instead of tall, and the animals had between six to twelve legs on them, and resembled furry caterpillars with large sharp teeth more often than not. Prince Manly was put astride such a furry eight-legged beast who wore a muzzle over his mouth (thank the Great Architect of the Heavens for that!), and it meekly carried him as easily as a horse among the others to the Imperial Palace, which resembled a rambling ranch house, with no rooms above a single story tall.
One wing had been built to accommodate the Human delegation, and now that Grand Prince Manly could relax, so to speak, he did, with a sigh. "When can I meet my betrothed?" he inquired of the only-slightly-horrendous valet assigned to him. He had taken an RNA-pill that had taught him the Stonn language en route, which made it second nature to him, it was like he had always spoken it. Mankind had had thousands of years to figure such things out, of course.
"We shall take you to the mating level in the morning, after you have had a chance to rest and recover from your long flight, Your Excellent Highness," the valet replied. "Grand Prince Korm cannot come up to the surface yet, he has not attained his majority."
"I don't understand," Prince Manly said. "Mating level? Surface?"
"All our children and women are kept far underground, where the gravity is naturally less; it has been so for all our existence. Once he has attained majority, he can mate with a female and bear children, and once that is done, he can fully mature and come to the surface for his life as a full male of the Stonn."
"So I am to marry a not-yet-mature Stonn?" Prince Manly inquired.
"Yes, as is our custom. Our marriages do not require any consummation such as your own marriages, they are more a case of partnerships of mutual convenience to forge lasting bonds. I was assured by your ministers that you would be amenable to such a pairing."
"Yes, yes, I agree," Prince Manly said with some relief. "Tomorrow, then."
The valet departed and Prince Manly almost fainted on his bed. He had really dodged a bullet. A HUGE bullet in the shape of a Stonn's pecker!
There was a feast held in a hall that evening, half under one gravity and half without. The two races were separated but speakers and dummies were used to imitate them intermingling, a novel but fun way to associate without being crushed or trying to eat at a third of the normal pressure. The next morning, breakfast was served privately in their quarters, and then Prince Manly was escorted down an elevator to meet his new husband-to-be.
He had been advised to dress sparingly, as the mating level was warmed by the planet's heat, and he did so, but even then found it a bit oppressive, rather like a sunny summer day on Earth, you were fine as long as you didn't stir about too much. He was taken to a suite of rooms and left to enter of his own accord.
Inside, he met Grand Prince Korm and was properly astonished! While the male Stonn resembled trolls, this young Prince resembled an elf! Not all broad and stout, he was thin and beautifully built, his head was as round as Prince Manly and his ears while pointed did not extend higher than a bit lower than the crown. His eyes were closer together, his nose was narrower and his mouth not as wide. In short, he was quite a beautiful young boyish sight to behold. He wore only the briefest of trunks to conceal his groin.
Prince Korm looked at Prince Manly and smiled in his own turn. "I was told that you would be pleasing to my eyes, and you are, indeed. Are all humans like you?"
Prince Manly smiled wider, how could he not? "More or less, yes. I am surprised, you are not at all like the adult males, are all the younger Stonn like you?" Except for the pointed ears, the dazzlingly beautiful pale purple eyes and the skin a delicate shade of pale green, the boy was Earth-normal human!
"Yes, until we are ready to go to the surface, then we must go through the ritual of adulthood which changes us to look like them. It makes living on the surface possible, but I do not relish that day. Please, my husband to be, come closer and let me look at you more. You wear more clothes than I do, can you remove them for me? I wish to see if you look like me further."
"I would be happy to." Prince Manly had chosen a light shirt and pants over a t-shirt and briefs plus light socks and slip-on shoes. He proceeded to slip off the shoes and then the shirt and pants. Then he lifted one leg and then the other to pull off his socks while he grinned at the boy who marveled at them as an odd thing to wear, and standing in his bare feet he peeled off his t-shirt to stand in only his briefs, dressed much like the boy was.
"You have some beautiful muscles," the boy said. "May I touch them?"
"Of course," Prince Manly offered and went down on one knee to permit this. "If I may ask you, my husband to be, how old are you?" He needed to know this.
"I am six of our years old." The boy felt Prince Manly's bicep, then the pectorals with both hands, squeezing them and making the man gasp in his pleasure and his rod stuck out his briefs in a tattletale tent.
Prince Manly knew the rotational period of this planet was some 12.2 Earth months, this boy was like seven years old. "I was wondering when and if we could consummate our marriage," he explained a little awkwardly, his breath making his words a little shaky.
"If we marry, we may consummate our marriage at any time after that. Who would care what two married people do?" the boy was rather surprised. "As long as you do not force me to do anything I am unwilling to do, there is nobody to take offense, is it not the same way among your people?"
Prince Manly started to explain, decided not to. "More or less," he said again.
"We are to be married very soon, so let us not worry what others may say or think. I find you pleasing. Do you find me pleasing, Prince Manly of Earth?"
"I find you...exceptionally pleasing," Prince Manly reached to kiss the young lips. He wondered if the boy would find this surprising or not.
The boy's response was to kiss back with gas, and to wrap his arms around Manly's neck. Manly wrapped his own arms around the boy's body, lifted him up, looked around as best he could, spotting what had to be a sleeping mat in one corner. That would do fine. Panting as their lips parted, he ferried the boy to the mattress.
Depositing the child on the mat, he said, huskily, his nose next to the boy's face, "Do you understand what I want to do with you?"
"No, but I know that as long as you do it gently, I can not help but enjoy it. Promise me that, and I am all yours," the boy whispered.
"I promise you, I swear it upon my honor as the son of the Emperor of Mankind," Prince Manly panted, and the boy's hands came up and gripped the Prince's waistband on his briefs. Prince Manly rose up on his knees and the boy expertly skinned the briefs down the Prince's athletic build to his knees and Prince Manly grinned, then reached and pulled the boy's own trunks down the same way. He was gratified to see that the young Stonn male had a decent sized prick for his age.
He lay back down and their cocks were smashed against each other and Prince Manly ground his own manhood against Korm's and Korm moaned and his hands gripped Manly's buttocks and held him that way tight against his own body. Prince Manly let him do that and they kissed as they moaned and rubbed against each other.
That alone was so hot that they could have completed their lovemaking like that, but Prince Manly didn't wish that, and he broke off his kiss and said, "I wish to love you another way, but I must stand a moment to remove these garments from us, slight though they be."
Prince Korm nodded and Prince Manly stripped off his own briefs, then the trunks from Korm and he pulled the lad down on the mat and then lay back down to make a sixty-nine position and took the young four-inch dong into his mouth and as he did, Prince Korm groaned and did the same to Prince Manly's nine-inch prong. They rolled over to lie side by side and sucked each other like that, enjoying the soft-clad, warm, stiff rods that let their cockskins slip up and down with ease and the glans that seeped their joyful juice out in tasty morsels so slight that the mere flavor was only enough to excite the pair into seeking more and more. Faster and faster they sucked and again if they had continued this they would have erupted into each other's mouths, gulping down the human's potent seed and perhaps some Stonn seed as well, Manly could not tell nor did he much care, Korm was feeling rapture and that was all that mattered.
But remembering what he had chosen, he again broke the mode of passion in mid-stream, though doing so was agony to him and wrested a protest of frustration from Korm and he said, "Now comes the moment that I spoke of at first, if you trust me and want me, I can enter you without injury or much pain, but you must want me and cooperate with me. Shall I proceed."
"Yes, my dearest love, yes," Korm agreed. "I have oil there." He pointed to a bottle. "We use it to rub my muscles when I exercise too much, it should suffice."
"It will indeed." Manly again rose to his knees and skiddled around on them to get between the young Korm's legs and then he used the oil to slather up his prick, and when it was a gleaming column, he said, "Now I shall be as gentle as I can, but call out if it hurts too much and I shall stop moving. Remember I am trying to give us both pleasure in doing this at the end."
"I trust you and love you," Prince Korm said and Prince Manly smiled.
Lowering his body, he lifted the boy's legs to encourage them to find purchase around his thighs, and the boy's arms were already encircling his neck again. He kissed Prince Korm ardently as he gently moved to find and push his glans against the small anus between the soft, warm buttocks.
The entry was tight, so tight that Prince Manly forgot any suspicion of any prior lovers. This boy was virginal and so he proceeded with the greatest of care and pushed it as kindly as he could. Prince Korm at first resisted physically if not emotionally, but then, all of a sudden, his bowels dilated and he was able to push all the way in, his glans and an inch of his shaft shot inside before he could stop himself.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Prince Korm sighed. "That feels amazing!"
"You are amazing," Prince Manly gasped. "Your body has welcomed me and I am astounded but I accept with gratitude. I shall proceed with caution and again, if I injure you at all, speak up at once."
He pushed on in but the single resistance of the sphincter was all there was, the bowels were flexible and soft and warm and tight, oh so tight, but not at all resistant, they were clutching and greeting his pecker and wanted to hold it, caress it, massage it as best they could.
The prostate proved to be in place and Prince Korm exclaimed in joy when the glans brushed against it. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"As I said, I aim to give joy to both of us and there is your joy in this." Prince Manly said. "I shall brush that with my every move, and you shall feel that every time I move myself back and forth." He kept pushing in and Prince Korm cried "Ohhhhhh!" or "Ahhhhhh!" or "Uhhhhhh!" at every bit of cock that passed the prostate.
When Prince Manly was fully imbedded, he said, "I shall remain this way for a time."
Prince Korm objected, "No, please, there is no need, I crave you more, more, please, do not delay, move your body and give me more of that amazing, wonderful feel of your wonderful tool inside of my body."
"As you wish," Prince Manly began to move and he found that the Prince had spoken true, for the lad cried out in his rapture and clung to him with his nails biting into his back, he was so intent on his delight and Prince Manly let his back be pierced thus, even though the blood flowed, and he moaned and sped up and the sound of their rapture echoed through the caverns of the Stonn and those who heard it only grinned, for they knew its source and who could care, for these were the sounds of the two royal betrothed, and what would be more natural or desirable that they should find each other to be attractive and desire to mate at once rather than waiting.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, my mate, my love, my Prince and my Lord, I am coming!" Korm cried out.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, I join you in rapture!" Prince Manly replied, for he was inclined at all times to speak elegantly, a side-effect of his upbringing.
"OHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH, OH-OH-OH-OH-AH-AH-AH-AH-OH-OH-OH-OH, AHHHHH-HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Prince Korm climaxed and his young prick pulsed and throbbed, though nothing poured from the young tip but a small bead of liquid as the boy thrashed and convulsed.
"UHHH-UHHH-UHHHH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH, HUHHHH-HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Prince Manly arced his body with his back bent so that his head was upright as his lower body was lying horizontal, a perfectly beautiful manly crescent of form, as he shot his load like arrows into the young boy's bowels. It was a huge load, for the moment for him was a moment of marriage, a momentous moment, a merging of empires. He could never leave this beautiful boy as long as he lived.
The wedding took place inside the Stonn Royal Hall, and the entire hall was held at one gravity for the sake of the younger Stonn males as well as the humans who attended. The humans were surprised to see the differences between the younger children and males, and the grown adults. The Earth scientists had a field day, observing even if they couldn't take blood samples or such, they monitored and made themselves obnoxious even so, but the wedding was done and that was all that mattered.
After the wedding, Prince Korm spoke to his new husband with urgency. "My husband, you must get me off my planet as quick as you can."
"What? Why?"
"I am near the time that they will require me to mate with the females, and then to take the medicines that will turn me into one of the surface dwellers. I don't want to become one of them, I don't!"
"It's not a natural process for your people?"
"No, no, it is a purposeful thing, we were born for life underground," Prince Korm wailed. "Take me away, I beg you, I want to be as I am all my life, for you."
Prince Manly did not hesitate. "I will do all I can."
Prince Manly begged off of staying any longer on the planet and desired to leave at once. His baggage was to be loaded and immediately. Once they were aboard, a muffled sound came from one of the larger bags.
Prince Manly leaned over and said, "Be still, we shall leave the planet soon, but there is yet some small danger."
"Do you think they will find me?"
"No policeman would dare examine an imperial prince's baggage. You are safe. But wait a few moments more."
Prince Manly was right, and ten minutes later, the Golden Voyager was aloft and set course for Planet Earth and the Imperial Palace standing proudly on the ancient mountain known as Mount Olympus.
THE END
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