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Her frown turned into a sultry smile, and she gazed down at him with her reflective, sapphire eyes. She raised her large hand, brandishing her claws as Dennis recoiled, scared that she would use them to cut him. Instead, she ran her fingers through his hair, Dennis shivering and sighing as he felt the dull claws tickle his scalp.

"You are lucky that I am an advocate of positive reinforcement rather than punishment, Ambassador," she said as she stroked him lovingly. "Fear will force those weaker than you to obey, but adoration...adoration will unite a people in service to their beloved leader. I believe that I can still make you love me, and then we shall see the true extent of your authority."

"I can't accept your offer, Regent-"

She cut him off, pulling his ear with her pointed teeth.

"I am no Regent, Ambassador. Use my proper title, Queen."

"My Queen..." Dennis stammered. His use of the title made his face burn, as if it was an admission of her power over him. "I can't accept your offer, however generous it may be, because I don't have the authority to deliver you ships or technology. The most that I could do is maybe contact a merchant company and see if they will give you a special deal on a ship. But even the ones that the Patriarch is buying are junkers by our standards. If you can't afford those, then you won't find anything cheaper."

He bucked as the two guards swapped his member between their waiting mouths, kissing and sucking in ways that set his head spinning. The thick glaze of their combined saliva rolled down his shaft in globs, their lurid make-out sessions interrupted as one of them gripped his aching, throbbing member in her hand and gently stroked it. Her fur was matted with their drool, and it created an odd sensation that made him twitch and writhe. The second held his glans between her lips, circling it gently with her warm tongue. Dennis pressed his head back into the Regent's welcoming breasts, their warm, fat embrace enveloping him. She still had his arms trapped, and she hugged him close to her, pressing him deep into her furry paunch. It filled him with warmth and an odd satisfaction that made his heart flutter.

Was the Regent right? Her soft touch was intoxicating, her flowery musk invaded his senses like the tendrils of some wicked vine. Her kisses sent his brain into a tailspin, dizzying him with their nuance and intimacy. Perhaps she could enchant him, was he really in danger of being stolen away by this woman? The longer he spent in her warm grasp with her skilled concubines nursing at his member, the less the idea scared him. That in itself was reason enough to worry.

"My Queen, this has to stop, I can't..."

She turned his head again in her grip, her slippery, thick tongue pushing past his lips. She trapped him in an impossibly deep, loving kiss that made his eyes water and his heart jump in his chest. The coils of her impossibly long organ piled into his mouth, twisting and flexing, bulging his cheeks and glancing the back of his throat. She had such fine control over it that he felt as though it could have been used to pick a lock, her licking and stroking leaving him panting and writhing in her grasp.

"I wager that I could make you come just by kissing you," she chuckled. "Would you like that, Ambassador? Should we find out?"

His pained look seemed to encourage her, and she waved away her guards with her furry hand. Their tongues left his member, and he whined, disappointed.

"Oh, don't be upset. I think you'll like this." She took his burning cheek in her hand and her ice-blue eyes locked onto his, his heart fluttering under her piercing gaze. He felt as if she could see right through him, as if she somehow knew what he wanted before he did. She was captivating. She moved in slowly, cradling his head in her hand, even her palm as soft and as inviting as a pillow. He felt her warm breath on his waiting lips as she poised there, teasing him with the promise of another kiss. Her pace was cruel, making him pine for her as she hovered over him, watching his reaction with those blue eyes. She finally deigned to release him from his torment, pressing her full, smooth lips against his. They interlocked despite their difference in size, her copper taste tickling his tongue as she roved with wanton abandon, the sudden change in her style sending jolts of electricity down his spine like questing fingers. His cock throbbed and jumped in the air, lonely and deprived as the guards looked on.

It went on for what felt like forever, she never let up for a second, leaving him just enough room to breathe as she ravished him mercilessly. Gone was the gentleness, replaced with naked carnality, her formerly measured embrace taking on a deeply sexual and provocative quality. Her powerful tongue explored every inch of his head shamelessly, as if she owned him. Perhaps she did, perhaps he wanted her to...

Dennis' mind was full of fog, he couldn't think, couldn't reason. All he could do was feel as the Regent's agile tongue brought him to the edge and stars began to dance before his eyes. He gripped handfuls of her soft fur, his arms still held against his sides in her strong grip, and an unbecoming moan escaped into her mouth. She released him, her slippery tongue coiling back between her puffy lips, and she pressed his head into her chest with a gentle hand in his hair.

"Come for your Queen, Ambassador," she whispered. Through the haze that had come over him, he heard her hiss something in Borealan. As Dennis' member bounced in the air, one of the guards closed her lips around it, pushing it to the back of her throat with a lewd slurp. The burst of pleasure was too much for him to resist, and he came directly into her beckoning gullet. She swallowed, drawing out his emission with the rhythmic massage of her wet walls, her tongue teasing the sensitive spot on the underside of his glans. He tried to raise his hips into the air in a desperate, instinctive reflex, but the Regent hugged him against her. The frustration of being held still as he struggled only added to the shuddering orgasm that wracked his body. It was almost too good, the ecstasy bordering on pain. He lost all perception of time as the exquisite moment dragged out, waves of pleasure crashing over his shivering body, indifferent to his suffering. Every tiny twitch of the guard's tongue or compression of her throat sent another shockwave of draining bliss through him, like he was the conduit for some powerful, ethereal energy. The Regent held him in her furry embrace, cradling him as if she were attempting to soothe him as he writhed and gasped.

"I'm sorry, I cheated," she chuckled. "Couldn't have you coming on my fur, it's so hard to wash out." He wheezed as the guard cleaned him with her tongue, exploring every contour of his anatomy and sucking out what little fluid remained, every motion amplified tenfold by his seething afterglow. When she was done, she drew back, pursing her lips around his shaft and sliding up it to leave him as dry as a bone. The Regent released him, turning him over so that he lay by her side on the padded couch.

She smirked, knowing that he wouldn't try to escape now, and he delved his hands into her fur obediently. He grasped handfuls of her soft flesh, clinging to her as if he might float away on his high. She stroked his head tenderly, and he pressed his face into her body, breathing in her scent.

Little by little he pulled back from the precipice as he lay with her, fragments of his conscious mind falling back together like the scattered pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They spooned in silence for a long while, occasionally he would raise his eyes to the sky and watch the secondary star as it obscured the primary, the flowers and fine curtains around the courtyard blowing gently in the breeze.

***

"Have you come to a decision, Ambassador?"

Dennis stirred from his peace, her voice popping his daydreams like a bubble.

"I wasn't lying, my Queen. I cannot help you in the way that you ask." She began to speak again, but he interrupted her. "But I think I may be able to help you in another way."

"I'm listening..."

"There is a right that my civilization affords all sapient beings, it's called asylum. The idea is that a person or a group of people who are deemed to be in danger or under threat of persecution may request to be relocated and placed under the protection of our government. There are regions on Earth, entire continents that are too cold for humans to inhabit, and that are almost completely unpopulated. Greenland, Siberia, the Arctic, areas of Canada and Alaska." He was rambling, and seeing her expression he cleared his throat. "What I'm suggesting is, if I can make the case that your people are in danger or that you can contribute something valuable to Earth, the UN may grant you asylum."

"What would this mean for us?" she asked, her tone becoming more hopeful.

"Well, depending on how many of you there are, they could relocate some or all of you to a territory on Earth."

She looked wary now, tapping one of her black claws against her chin as she considered.

"Tell me truthfully Ambassador, would I be trading one tyrant for another?"

"The government of Earth is fragmented, power is spread out between multiple states and colonies. There is no leader in the sense that a Borealan would understand it. Were you to establish an independent territory, you would even have a say in the proceedings, a seat on the UN council. That's the governing body that presides over the different territories and colonies."

"It sounds complex, but you say that we would have some level of autonomy?"

"I can't promise you anything, I can't even say if they'll accept your application, but it's all that I can do."

The Regent stared at the sky, her blue eyes reflecting the light of the eclipse as she weighed the fate of her race. She was strong, stronger than Dennis had realized. She was monarch leading her people, not a mere Regent as the Patriarch suggested. Finally, she looked down at him, resolute.

"I accept your offer, Ambassador. It is not what I had hoped to achieve today, but I will take whatever I can get if it means a brighter future for my people." She covered her mouth and suppressed a chuckle, Dennis looking at her quizzically. "I don't mean to offend you Ambassador, but you really don't have any authority, do you? What you said was entirely true."

"So now you believe me?" Dennis laughed.

"No man could have refused my offer, I am confident of that. Why does the Patriarch believe that you're a direct line to Earth? Have you not told him the truth?"

"Well, I've never lied...but I've not corrected anybody either. I was kind of a nobody back on Earth. I wasn't important, nobody ever gave me the time of day, nobody cared what I had to say. I was a low-level employee in a law firm. When I saw that there was a job opening to become an ambassador on an alien planet, I jumped at the chance. I was so eager for adventure and status that I didn't even stop to think about what I was doing, or where I was going. My application was the only one submitted."

"And did you get what you wanted?"

Dennis thought about the rainbow spider hunt, the banquet, and his encounters and interactions with the strange people of Borealis.

"I guess I did, yeah. I got exactly what I wanted. We have an adage on Earth, be careful what you wish for."

"I like that..." The Regent stroked his hair again, surprising Dennis. She had already achieved her goal, what did she want now? "You know, Ambassador. If what you say is true and our goal of escaping the Polar territory is achieved through your efforts, you will have done more for my people than anyone in our long history. Perhaps even more than the founder of our territory and my bloodline."

"Well, it's the least I can do. It sounds like you guys really do need help and this kind of thing is part of my job after all."

She wrapped her furry arm around his shoulder and held him close against her body, his face pressed against one of her large breasts, still hanging free of their support. His face began to burn again as he looked up at her over the fluffy mountains of her bosom.

"I still have you for two days, Ambassador. As much as I am eager for you to return to the embassy and contact your government, would you like to stay here with me for the duration of the eclipse? As I have said, I reward loyalty, and my gratitude is boundless..."

Dennis considered, biting his thumb as his face reddened at the prospect of spending two more days with the Regent. Xhe would be worried about him, and he should really get back to his console so that he could send the asylum request as a priority message, but...

Didn't he deserve some relief, some R&R? The Regent made him feel so...odd. All of the frustration and stress of the previous days melted away when he was around her. The calming quality of her husky voice, her downy fur and her plump body, her considerate and gentle kissing...

He felt butterflies in his belly. He wanted to say yes, but he hesitated, as if he didn't deserve it or it might somehow be snatched from his grasp if he dared to reach out and take it. The Regent looked disappointed and began to get up.

"In that case, Ambassador, I will arrange to have one of my guards escort you back to the embassy."

"No, wait!" Denis stammered. There was an urgency to his request that he had not intended, and it surprised the both of them. "I...I want to stay with you." The Regent smiled down warmly at him as his face began to burn again. "...for the eclipse," Dennis added, his embarrassment overcoming him. She lay back on the couch and pulled him close, wrapping him in her long arms and squeezing him against her furry body.

"You needn't be embarrassed, Ambassador. This is my gift to you. Besides, I've enjoyed your company. I find you somehow..." She struggled to find the words, pausing for a moment. "...entertaining." She stroked his hair again, sending pleasant shivers down his spine as his face sank deep into the yielding meat of her bosom. "Is there anything that you would ask of me?"

Dennis thought for a moment, then lay an arm across her paunchy belly, sinking his fingers into her downy coat.

"Let's stay like this...for a while."

The Regent nodded, and Dennis closed his eyes, breathing in her scent and resting his head on the cushion of her breasts. After a few minutes, he fell asleep.

***

Dennis awoke to a chill, finding himself lying alone on the couch beneath the stars. He looked up into the sky and saw that the secondary had moved most of the way across the face of the primary, now a bright crescent obscured by a duller, more yellow glow. In the absence of the white glare, Dennis could now see other stars in the distance, cold pinpoints of light against the black sky. He wondered idly if one of those distant points was Sol. The ambient temperature had dropped quite a bit, and so he rose to his feet, retrieving his pants and heading to the edge of the courtyard.

He walked along the wall of the windowless building until he came across a large, wooden door. He pushed it open with a creak and wandered in. It was not dramatically warmer on the inside, the Polar Borealans liked it cold after all. The interior was of the usual Borealan design with no windows and a tall ceiling. There were drapes and hanging tapestries, busts of Borealans and strange wooden carvings that stood on pedestals along the walls, seats and benches that would accommodate the large aliens. He walked through the building, searching for the Regent or her guards.

"Ambassador!" He heard the Regent call him and he wandered in the direction of her voice. He opened the door to a side room to find her lying on a couch before a roaring wood fire that was contained in an ornate, marble hearth. This couch was different from the ones in the courtyard, it was larger and looked softer, similar in design to human furniture. The Regent was facing away from him, her snow-white ears swiveling to track him as he entered the room. It was just as elaborately decorated, the Borealans seemed to loathe the idea of bare masonry.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you."

She raised a hand and beckoned to him without turning to look at him. He walked around the side of the couch and stood before her sheepishly. She was lying down, her tall body stretched out lazily as she sipped pink liquid from a crystal mug, completely nude. The orange flicker of the firelight illuminated her imposing figure and cast the room into shadow. She patted the leather surface by her midsection, and Dennis complied, turning to sit on the edge of the cushioned couch. He hopped up onto the cushions, his short legs dangling off the edge. He kept his distance as a sign of respect, but she hooked her free arm around him and pulled him backwards, nestling him in her silky fur.

"Do you partake?" she asked, offering him the mug. He sniffed it curiously.

"Is that raises the hair?"

"Why yes, it is," the Regent chuckled. "How did you come to know that?"

He took the mug in his hands and sipped it, the sweet liquid warming his belly as she held him.

"The first time I left the embassy to explore the city, I somehow ended up in a tavern. I drank with a Coalition soldier who spoke English, and she gave me this drink, expecting it to floor me. Turns out humans have a far greater tolerance of alcohol than Borealans, and I beat her in a drinking contest."

"I bet she didn't take too kindly to that."

"A little too kindly, actually. Xhe had to pull her off me."

"Oh, I see, so it was like that..." She took the mug back from him and drank deeply, her arm resting idly around his waist. "Humans can be so docile and passive, it must have been jarring for you to have someone attempt to take you like that."

"It was shocking, but...I don't know..."

The Regent grinned as he trailed off, setting the mug down on a small table by the armrest. She sat upright and pulled Dennis between her legs, wrapping her furry arms around him, his head pressed between her ample breasts.

"Go on..."

Dennis' faced burned as hot as the flames that danced in the hearth. That odd feeling of relaxation that he felt in her presence returned, dulling his senses. She smelled so good, a flowery perfume with a hint of something that reminded him of daffodils rising to his nose. Beneath it he could pick up a deeply sexual, primal musk that infiltrated his brain, a smell that he had already come to associate with the taste of her lips.

"Humans court very differently to Borealans. I had no reason to expect that when I arrived here," he explained.

"Do you like it?" she crooned, her warm breath tickling his ear.

"I..." Dennis hesitated, squirming. The Regent increased her grip on him, holding him tightly against her inviting body. "It's...different. Nobody had ever given me that kind of attention before, I didn't know how to react. I froze up, and my brain just shut down. To have someone force themselves on you like that...needless to say it's not common where I come from, it could even be seen as a crime."

"To take or be taken, that is the Borealan way, even among my people. Though our approach may be a little more...cerebral than that of our brutish cousins. I think, Ambassador, that you may be absorbing more of our culture than you realize." She purred, the low rumbling reverberating through his body. "Why does it embarrass you so? Could it be some kind of taboo in human culture?"

"In a way," he admitted. "Borealis seems to have no gender roles and very little sexual dimorphism. On Earth, the sexes are clearly divided, with socially acceptable roles and behaviors. Were a male to be seen allowing himself to be...taken...in such a manner, he would be viewed as less masculine, maybe weak."