The year is 4355AA. Earth's problems are a thing of the past thanks to technological trade with ally planets. James, a plump space cadet, prepares for a diplomatic mission to the planet Smərk. James is the first assistant to the esteemed diplomat, Sindee Jones.
I should've shaved this beard, James thought. He tussled his short blonde hair and stared at his reflection on one of the ships metal panels. His stocky build showed through his rubberised space uniform. His bright green eyes and friendly smile matched his personality.
Diplomat Sindee Jones trod past. James rushed to catch up. Her physique and attractive face said nothing of her intellectual capacities. Her achievements in psychology and interplanetary relations were well known. James was lucky to be shadowing her on this important mission.
"What have you found, cadet?" She asked.
"The planet is pronounced with an 'ə' vowel like in the word 'air'," James debriefed his superior. "Their biggest export is bioluminescent fluids used in construction."
"What of the inhabitants?"
"They are humanoid in body. It says here the Smərkans prefer coital diplomacy."
"Ugh. Not another one!"
"It's common in this part of the galaxy, and is the reason for their prolonged peace."
"Thank you. Please continue."
"It says here Emperor Smərg is the first to broker a truce between all faction leaders in 1000 years. He did so before turning 30 years old."
James was already 35 himself and still building his career.
The door of the hanger bay opened on unfamiliar soil. The ground was white and soft like talcum. The planet's vegetation was bright orange and grew stout and thick from the roots. A large crowd had gathered to greet the ship. At the head of the crowd stood a portly figure. His body was pistachio green all over. His hair, moustache and beard were a powder pink. Instead of groups of long strands, they resembled short spongy spikes. All the inhabitants of this planet seemed to have a similar colour and shape.
"Welcome to our planet, Ambassador Jones," the figure exclaimed with an alien trill and a soft smile. "I am Smərg Smərgənsmək."
Sindee shook his hand and they began talking.
He could be human, James thought as he eyed Smərg down. Underneath the ornate tunic was a belly. He had muscular arms and thick thighs. From this distance, his irises were a bright pink. James felt a tent forming in his space pants and diverted his attention to the conversation.
"By now I trust you've been informed," Smərg continued, "it is our custom to sleep with our allies. The exchange of fluids is important to cooperation between our species."
"That's why we're here," Sindee nodded and offered herself with a low bow.
Smərg looked taken aback.
"Oh my. I think you're mistaken," Smərg gestured towards James. "In our planetary system we value larger bodies like that of your friend here."
James's cheeks flushed a deep pink.
"Perhaps, with his permission, we can begin negotiations in my chambers tonight," Smərg smirked, "and reconvene with you all here in the morning?"
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It had been several hours since the Sindee and James had discussed their plan. They agreed that James would 'entertain' the emperor, while Sindee toured the city.
Part of the ritual was a painless tattoo. Using a stamper, thousands of tiny needles pressed the imperial crest into James's forearm. The image was of three hollow circles in the shape of a triangle. The new tattoo glowed an iridescent off-white. Like a souvenir, James took to his new bodyart. Upon entering the imperial residence, three stocky assistants stripped James down. They scrubbed every crevice of his body with a soft cloth before leaving him to soak in a warm silky bath.
As the last of the suns set on the day, Smərg opened the door and strolled in. He sat on the edge of the bed, tilted his head and looked at James in the tub.
James got up and dried himself. He wrapped himself in a short robe and settled beside Smərg on the bed.
"You really are stunning," the emperor remarked.
"Thank you. Uhmmm... you're a handsome fella yourself," James replied. "I've never seen someone like you in the flesh before."
"What made you agree to this?"
"I've read up on your practices. Earth is keen to keep good relations with your planet."
"Are you sure you're okay with doing this?"
"Coital diplomacy is part of our job."
"but are you..."
"I...," James interrupted, "I want to."
James's hardening cock peeked out from under his robe. Smərg placed his hand on the knob, rubbing the tip with his thumb. James leaned over and kissed Smərg on the lips. The soft touch of lips was a new sensation for Smərg. He kissed back as best he could, their wet tongues exporing their mouths with fervour.
They threw off their clothes. Smərg eyed James's plump bearish build and blonde body hair. James was 6", uncut, and girthy with a slight upwards curve. His foreskin was long and exposed only part of his red bulbous tip. His pubes were trimmed and his sack held his testes neat to his body.
James was taken aback. Below a tuft of pink pubic fluff were three erect phalluses, two side by side, and one underneath. Each was around 7" and thick. Beneath the three shafts was a scrotum containing three testicles. They came to a rest a few inches below his cocks. Aside from the quantity, they looked quite human. On the base of the glans lay a few small ridges, and the shaft was straight with a soft ripple over the skin. Without his tunic, James could see intricate designs adorning Smərg's body. James recognised the same same iridescent off-white ink. He found Smərg's body intoxicating.
Smərg positioned himself on the bed on all fours. His strong thighs held his buttocks at the height of James's groin. Clear precum oozed onto the bed. James scooped up a bit and rubbed it down his cock. Placing the tip of his cock on the hole, he pushed in with reserved force. To his surprise, Smərg's hole swallowed his dick. Inside felt cooler than James expected. It was squishy and soft like a fucktoy, and there was a bit of suction. James plunged his cock in a slow rhythm. He pushed hard and deep each time, intent on making a good impression for Earth. The emperor collapsed his face into the bed to muffle his moans.
Satisfied with his efforts, James continued this pace for several minutes. Their balls slapped together with each inward thrust. James was close already. He felt his legs buckling.
"Should I pull out?" James spluttered out.
"No," Smərg was in ecstasy. "You have to breed me."
"Fuck... okay. Take this load!"
James's cock pulsed as he shot strings of cum inside the royal hole. His body shuddered with the last few drops. James felt dizzy as he pulled out. Cum dripped from his cock onto the floor. Before James could stumble, Smərg was up and guiding him on his back and on the bed. After a few seconds of silence, James looked up.
"Uhmmm... I think I'm ready again," James eyed his semi-flaccid cock.
Smərg grabbed James by the ankles and dragged his buttocks to the edge of the bed. He lifted James's calves over his shoulders in one movement. James winced and braced for pain, but nothing happened. He looked up and saw Smərg's face smiling back at him.
"It's okay," Smərg reassured him. "You don't need to take them all."
Smərg pushed James's calves up further and began inserting his lowest phallus. To James's suprise it softened around his entrance. It felt like a warm marshmallow squishing and expanding. It was filling every space inside him. Smərg's other two cocks rested on either side of James's scotum and pushed his testies in a single line. As Smərg began to thrust. His cocks rubbed against James's sensitive scrotum and massaged his balls. James quivered from the sensation.
Smərg's pounding became more vigorous. Now completely firm, the ripples on his cock worked James's hole. The pleasure was uncontainable. James whimpered in pleasure. Smərg kept tempo feeling satisfied with the noises he was hearing. James's hole was warm and tight.
Smərg was getting close. After a few last pounds, his three cocks burst. Smərg's body convulsed launching thick ropes of off-white glowing fluid over James. James tried to shield his face, but it was too late. He submitted to the inevitable, and his face and body were completely doused.
At the same time, James's hole overflowed with glowing semen. The sheer volume of ejaculate was incredible and James didn't know how much he could contain. Smərg shuddered and continued to blow streams of hot fluid into James's abdomen. After a few minutes, Smərg's cock softened and the seal plugging James's hole failed. Smərg pulled out with a pop, and a flood of semen flowed onto the floor. Smərg fell onto the bed in exhaustion. James lay there sticky from iridescent alien semen. He waited for a towel that never arrived. Smərg pulled James up the bed and cuddled him close.
James registered where they sourced the ink in his tattoo. James's soaked body glowed a characteristic off-white.
"Don't worry," Smərg sensed James's concern. "It will wear off after a few weeks."
Feeling comfortable in the embrace, James fell asleep in Smərg's arms.
The next morning, the planet Smərk held a ceremonial exchange of gifts. James wore a princely tunic and stood next to the emperor. Still glowing from the night before, he felt a mix of pride and shame. The whole planet knew what he did last night.
When the ceremony concluded, James took Smərg aside and asked him a question that had been on his mind.
"Why did you need me to cum in you?"
Smərg laughed back, "As you can see the whole population here is what human's would call 'male'."
James was silent.
"We reproduce by embryo implant," Smerg continued. "We keep your seed with mine in storage. When we need to name a successsor, we select one of the many embryos by lottery."
Sensing James's confusion, Smərg pressed on.
"This way there is an equal chance that the new emperor will be half Earthling. This is how we broker peace with all planets."
With a few bows and some hugs, Earth's delegation departed the planet and began the journey home. James's colleagues on the ship stared in curiosity at his new look.
"Well done, cadet," Sindee slapped him on the back.
James smiled back.
He watched out the viewing deck as the planet disappeared out of sight. From his reflection, his new tattoo shone brighter than the rest of his body. It was a proud sign of Earth's first diplomatic mission to Smərk.
