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Ayesha, the High Priestess of the Sovereign, was furious. The Guardians she had hired to protect the Anulax Batteries stole it themselves. All her attempts to get it back had gone to waste, with losses on her side mounting.
In the throne room, she sat atop her golden throne. In fact, everything was either golden, white, or light grey. But more was golden. Even the hair and skin of her species were made that way. Around here were a few subordinates, frantically walking around, discussing reports. They were trying to track down the Guardians.
Shhhh…!
But right then, a round, burning red portal appeared right in the middle of the throne room. The assistants quickly stood guard, and even the High Priestess got up, recognising the sorcery in front of her.
"Woah! What's this? Goldfolks or something?" Tony walked out of the portal straight into the throne room. The first thing he saw was the tall, slender, golden woman. His interest was instantly piqued, his nerd senses tingling. This was his first actual, proper alien that didn't fully look like a human. Well, there was also the Chitauri, but he didn't even know if they were living creatures.
Right behind him, Hela walked in, proudly staring at the High Priestess.
"Who are you to intrude in Sovereign like this!" The High Priestess questioned, her voice proud and full of that royal arrogance. But there was no sign of anger.
"Didn't plan on intruding. We were kinda stuck and jumped into a random portal to save ourselves." Tony pulled back his helmet. "I'm Tony Stark. And this charming plus-one? Hela. Goddess of Death. From Asgard."
Expected that! Hah!
Tony liked how the aliens seemed to look unsettled at Hela's introduction. They looked at each other's faces and then at their High Priestess.
"Asgardian, you say? Very well. I shall overlook the manner of your entrance. We are, after all, kin among the higher forms." The High Priestess asked. "What is it you seek?"
"I'd like to rest here for a bit. Grab some food, and then be on my way." Tony chimed in right away, interested in learning more about their culture. Not every day do you come across an alien species. And from the looks of it, they seemed rather advanced.
The golden woman stared at Tony for a while as if measuring his face. "As guests? Very well. That can be arranged."
Clank!
Tony clapped his metal hands. "Well, that's great. Now I'm officially curious—your culture, your species. Is that a weird thing to ask? I've never been to this corner of the universe before."
Tony reckoned this woman was some sort of queen or something. So, he tried to be as respectful as he could be.
"Ugh… Do as you please." Hela turned on her heels. "Show me the place to rest."
Quickly, the High Priestess nodded at one of the servants, who led Hela out of the throne room.
Tony remained unfazed and started asking questions about their species. Their culture. Their tech level and whatnot. Soon, he learned that her name was Ayesha, a very Earthly name for some reason. But he didn't dwell on it.
Eventually, Ayesha started rambling about her proud species too, her accent very posh. "Every citizen at Sovereign is born exactly as designed by the community. Impeccable, both physically and mentally. We control the DNA of our progeny, germinating them in birthing pods."
"Wait, hold up—so you're telling me there's no such thing as natural procreation? Like, actual, physical, body-to-body... teamwork?" Tony fired off, eyebrows raised. A society without sex? That felt like trying to run a reactor without fuel—technically possible, but why would you? Where's the fun in that?
A small smile crept onto Ayesha's lips. "The old ways are inefficient, uncontrollable."
"But also the most efficient. No need for heavy machinery, just a guy and a girl going at it. In any case, it could be deemed understandable. Gene customization could build a perfect society. Then again, I was born the old-fashioned way, and I turned out to be the smartest, richest, and most powerful man in my world."
Right then, a bigger, more mischievous smile formed on her lips.
Tony noticed it all. Although he didn't consider Ayesha a perfect ten, but she was an alien with golden skin, golden hair, even slightly taller than him. That alone made her pretty hot. It was like being a normal dude seeing a B-list actress. The actress may be average, but by virtue of her being an actress, she would seem hot to many.
"Interesting. But the archaic ways of our ancestors have been forgotten," she replied.
"Too bad, I guess," Tony said, deciding to shift the discussion to tech.
But then, Ayesha said something too absurd yet exciting.
"Perhaps you might enlighten me with the old ways of our ancestors… purely for scholarly understanding, of course."
She's messing with me, isn't she? She's the empress—or whatever royal title they're throwing around here. No way it's this easy. And that smirk? Yeah, she definitely knows what she's doing.
"You mean… the way a man and a woman create life?"
"The archaic method, indeed."
She's serious?
Now, Tony was many things. But above all, he was a nerd at heart. One of his greatest dreams was to bang a hot alien. And now, this woman was offering it willingly. He knew he should decline, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
"Well, since you've been such gracious hosts, I suppose I can return the favor. Who knows, I might even pick up a fun fact or two about your species while I'm at it."
The High Priestess smiled, her golden eyes shimmering. "Very well, let us move to somewhere more appropriate."
Right away? Damn…
It was a dream come true.
Banging an alien.
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It was awkward.
Quickly, he was let into a large private room with golden, sleek walls all around. It was just him and Ayesha, standing silently. There was nothing in the room, not even a bed or a table.
Don't tell me she really doesn't know how to do it.
"We're going to need a bed for it." He suggested.
"Of course." Ayesha waved her hand, and right beside them, a bed formed straight from the floor. It was large, round with soft golden bedding on it. By now, Ayesha had also removed her crown, standing in front of him with her chest-length golden hair. She had an oval face, decent pouty lips, and large eyes. Her body was slender with a hint of curves around her hips, not much on the chest. But she stood out, being taller than him by a few inches.
"So… What type of course do you want? A quickie, or the full, detailed menu?"
"As detailed as possible, Tony Stark. I expect nothing less."
In Tony's defense. It had been 10 months since he last did it. While he found Hela attractive, he didn't want to lose his head. Compared to Hela, Ayesha was easy.
"Alright then. Clothes off. That's how it works—body to body, skin to skin," Tony instructed her and started removing his own clothes after retracting his armor.
Ayesha unclasped something at her hip, and her royal garb spilled to the floor like liquid gold. She stood tall, stark naked, glowing with the same golden hue that touched everything about her. Not a hint of modesty, just effortless, engineered perfection. Her skin shimmered faintly under the room's light, smooth and seamless, not a blemish in sight.
Her small breasts, tipped with darker golden nipples, almost looked sculpted. And below, between her toned thighs, a flawlessly symmetrical slit, soft and delicate, so light it nearly blended with her glowing skin.
Tony's mouth went dry. "Jesus… you're like a living Oscar statue. But with a way better ass."
His cock had already started swelling with interest, and now it hardened fully, twitching slightly at the sight of her. He peeled off the last clothes on him, the briefs that had already formed a small hill. When he stood naked in front of her, there was no hiding the thick, proud erection jutting forward, solid and aching with the kind of arousal that had been bottled up too long.
He stepped forward, his palm brushing the flat of her stomach, trailing up between her small breasts, then across her sloping side. Her skin was hot, a constant inner warmth, like a smooth engine humming beneath golden silk.
"So… first things first, we prep each other. That means you drop to your knees. Not dramatic—just practical." Tony smiled, brushing her flawless cheek.
Without hesitation, Ayesha dropped to her knees, kneeling with a grace that seemed rehearsed, her eyes looking up at him, sharp and curious.
Tony stepped in closer, his thick cock smacking lightly against her cheek, his pale skin in contrast to her golden. Then he rested the base of his shaft across her thin lips while the fat, flushed tip pressed against her forehead.
"You're gonna take this in your mouth. Slowly, start with the tip, and use your tongue around the head. Then wrap your lips, suck lightly—you're not pulling oil out of an engine. Try swirling your tongue under while you do it; the wetter the better."
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