Far above, hanging in the sky and looking down at a world round and made up of land, water, and darkness, were three yellow suns.
Just like on Earth, there were clouds in the sky, but unlike the planet native to humans, whose atmosphere had been polluted by the very ideas they ca up with, the air here was clean. So clean, in fact, that the sky sparkled.
Just like Earth, this world was inhabited by a variety of species. They occupied the land and water, while the dark zones were viewed as death wells.
Once more, just like Earth, the world had a single dominant species—the Zultans.
Likened to the fabled humans of old, Zultans commonly grew to heights of 8 feet, with the tallest among them finding ways to reach 12 feet.
Unlike humans, who had a variety of skin colours, Zultans all shared nearly pale skin. Soft white scales grew on their backs and the backs of their arms—those on the males noticeably much harder.
To further differentiate themselves from the human race, their natural hair colors were either a deep green, light grey, or grey-white. From their foreheads jutted two horns, which could grow to lengths of nearly 5 inches, curving upwards...
"You’re looking at rather intensely," Martha said, her words pulling out of the world I had built and imagined in my head as she told of her origin.
"Yeah, your horns," I said.
"Hidden—like the rest of my physique."
"So, you an your real hair isn’t black? It’s actually green?" I asked.
Though I leaned into the cushion as I listened to the woman’s story, my chin rested on my palm, and my burning interest could not be missed.
"Yeah. Do you think green would look better on ?" Martha put her hand beneath her hair and threw it back, striking a pose, her fluttering eyes dragging out my tongue.
"Does the color change apply to all parts of your body?"
The milf was caught off guard for a second, but then with a smile, she nodded, eagerly looking at , awaiting my words.
"The thought of a neatly shaved green triangle just above your pussy makes want to bury my head between your legs forever—like I’m eating from a garden."
Considering that earlier today she had been looking to press her heels into my forehead and show my place, it was a bit weird to see Martha light up in excitent at my words. Then she pouted and reminded of her hair.
"Well, that...
You, with just green hair, would have looked off since you’re not exactly the innocent and peaceful woman such a look would give off. But then with the horns...
What color are they?"
"Light grey," she imdiately answered, curious about what I had to say.
"Well with that, you’d look just perfect.
A beautiful disaster with a touch of love and motherliness."
"Thank you."
Maybe my words didn’t hit her as hard as the others because Martha was very composed when she replied.
My expression becoming neutral, I observed as the woman sat on the brown couch adjacent to mine, her body resting on one of its arms as she leaned toward . Taking a big sip, I nodded to Martha to continue her story, savoring the wine as my imagination flowed...
Unlike Earth, this world did not have its landmasses broken up. It was just one giant piece of land or maybe they did, because other than the big land being surrounded by darkness, its civilization was nowhere near entering a technological era.
Zultans instead dwelled and progressed in what they called the Creational Era. For them, art was life. It was the way forward—the way to conquer the world around them.
On the large piece of land where our most interesting character lived were 24 countries. And of these countries, the most powerful military general of the race lived in the Beel Empire. Her na: Zira Razur.
Standing at 9 feet, with long green hair that reached her butt and horns that stretched as far as 6 inches, Zira Razur was a bombshell of beauty.
Having participated in the most brutal of wars and even being the reason for a total surrender her na was revered across the land. So even worshipped her as a deity.
It all began on a quiet morning, just after Zira finished enjoying the handiwork of her servants.
Unlike humans, who did all in their power to separate themselves from their fellow animals, enforcing strict rules that dictated behavior and morality, even shunning the very thod that ensures their continuous survival as a species, Zultans embraced their nature.
Just like humans, the male had a dick while the female had a pussy, and the two genders were not shy to indulge in sexual pleasure.
Especially in the Creational Era, with fertilization viewed as the very peak of creation, sex in all its forms was thoroughly accepted. And while, of course, feelings like pride and sha existed, no one frowned at the thought of the great Zira lying in her room with her legs spread while a bundle of green hair hung over her nether regions.
Despite the mighty power she possessed on the battlefield, there on the bed, with a head buried between her legs, she arched her back and cried out in pleasure as her pussy was sucked.
"Fuck!!"
She wrapped her long, thick thighs around the head of the female eating her out. Her hands would have followed, were they not already busy holding the heads of two other females sucking on her large breasts—her thick, dark nipples a plaything for them.
"Marcus, you’re hard," Martha said, stopping her narration as she looked between my legs where a bulge had ford.
"Three green-haired won pleasuring another green-haired woman... I’m picturing the scenes—the positions they were in."
"I didn’t ntion the number of won she had with her that morning."
"True. But you said she had her fill. I decided to set the number she had with her at the bare minimum."
"Okay," Martha didn’t stress much about the topic, and as she resud, I decided to move on from the naughty images in my head.
Before Zira could even leave her ho, she was contacted by the leader of their great empire calling for an ergency eting.
"How are you so sure about the activities of Zira? Were you one of her maids?" I asked, being the one to interrupt the story this ti.
Martha raised a brow at .
"I am Zira."
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