"W–We Astekens, by law, are forbidden from indulging in prostitution in reality. Even though you see many brothel houses on this planet, in our own understanding we don’t see it as prostitution. We see it as killing two birds with one stone," Nina explains, though she still looks flustered as hell.
"I don’t understand."
"All these prostitution houses are only open two seasons within a year, when we Astekens are in our heat period. Since we Astekens can copulate with any race without altering our originality, our governnt saw it as a way to attract tourism and also a thod for us Astekens to make money. During mating with different tourists, we Astekens have an organ that can analyze the quality of sen to fertilize our eggs. Aria has been pretty picky so far, but she chose to fertilize her eggs with your sen. S–She said she’s never seen such high-quality sen," Nina explains everything.
"..."
I was speechless after hearing that and didn’t know what to say after apparently having a lobster kid without my consent.
"Isn’t that kind of wrong? It even feels illegal since I didn’t consent to that," I say, feeling my stomach churn at the thought of having these lobster-like children.
"Oh, it’s in the agreent you signed before coming to this planet. That’s why you were allowed easy entry in the first place. Also, you don’t have to worry about the children, you don’t have to take responsibility," Nina reveals, leaving shocked again.
Damn, that’s why it’s advisable to properly read through terms and conditions. If I hadn’t just scrolled straight to the bottom, I would have been aware of this, but the deed has already been done either way.
For so reason, my interest gets piqued by this culture. So cultures would literally have you questioning your existence. For instance, if a Balor invites you to his house, he can offer you anything, including having sex with his wife and mature daughters, but you are not allowed to impregnate them.
Really weird cultures out there.
"So, Nina, you said I don’t have to take responsibility, right?" I asked.
"Yes."
"What if I want to take responsibility?" I asked again.
"Well... it all depends on Aria’s decision. If she agrees, you’ll have to sign another paperwork that would make Aria your mate. She won’t be able to participate in mating festivals with tourists again and would only be allowed to mate with you. Because most tourists tend not to return, most Astekens refrain from taking that step," Nina explains.
"I see. So, I can’t claim the children unless Aria becos my mate, right?"
"Yes."
Strange culture indeed.
"One last question. Will the eggs she fertilized be part vampire, part Asteken?" I asked.
"Nope. Their features will look exactly like Astekens. This is the sole reason we can freely copulate with other races without fear of erasing our civilization. However, her kids can inherit so of your traits, such as strength, abilities, and whatnot. That’s the main reason Aria chose to fertilize her eggs with your sperm and wasn’t even willing to accept paynt. She believes she got the highest quality," Nina explains.
"I see... So, Nina, are you also here to fertilize your eggs with my sperm?" I asked.
"Y–Yes. Aria told about it, so I ca over too. I promise not to tell anyone, please mate with ," Nina says, looking at with pleading eyes.
Even after learning the truth, my cock gets extrely hard for so reason, and I begin to see these Astekens in a new light, falling further into the abyss of depravity.
"P–Please, I told you the truth. Give your seeds," she pleaded again, and I couldn’t help but give in. Soon after, I ended up having a wild session with Nina, creampieing her twice as well.
Although, I noticed that she didn’t cream as much on as Aria did, which led to the discovery that Astekens’ wetness varies individually just like every other race. What Nina cread on wasn’t even up to a liter when compared to Aria’s.
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"Ahhh, man, I am so tired," Alphonso says to now that the Astekens have left and we’re alone in our lounge.
"You had a really nice ti. I wish I had you on cara, fufu," I say jokingly, and we both laugh.
"Jokes apart though, that was the best pussies I’ve ever had. It felt like each thrust was their pussy trying to milk my cock of every last drop. If vampires weren’t so racist, I would have married one," Alphonso said with a sigh.
"Pfft. So, you agree vampires are racist. Glad you know that," I say jokingly, and we both laugh again.
In reality, we’re both speaking the truth. Although so vampires aren’t racist, we have a strong faction protesting against intermarriage. Vampires also have this entitlent ntality and the delusion that we are the apex race. If we hadn’t been put in our place earlier, we would probably be more hated than demons.
This is all my fault though. I couldn’t lead my people down a better path. In each of my reincarnations, I spent most of my ti flirting around and picking fights. This ti around I rarely pick fights, but I’m sticking my at around again. It would definitely be a problem if Zamira learned I fucked one of these Astekens.
"Oi Jake, what are you thinking about?" Alphonso suddenly asked.
"Nothing."
"Lies. Let guess, you were thinking about what would happen if Zamira knew you fucked one of these crustaceans, right?"
"W–Wait, how did you know?" I asked, looking left and right in panic.
"Fufufu, it shows all over your face. I know the kind of crazy bitch Zamira is. She would slice off your fucking dick in your sleep or repeatedly bite off your balls. I know you can regenerate it, but that motherfucker would hurt as hell, hehe..."
"T–That is enough," I said as my body shuddered at the thought. While Zamira is a loving wife and fine with having flings, she’s extrely racist and would be pissed as hell if she found out I fucked an Asteken.
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