The sun was high in the sky when an alarm rang out that visitors were approaching the town. Collette was notified and she raced to the sensor display building to watch as a single, red blip of motion slowly approached from the southeast.The blip grew closer and Collette called for a security detachment to accompany her to greet their visitor.

It had been five days since the hunt and Collette had issued an invitation to the aliens.It seemed, she reasoned, that one had taken her up on her offer.Standing with a detachment of armed women, Collette waited until the alien arrived.

* * * * *

Am I sure about this? Can I do this? I knew I had to try, to experience again the subtle rush of excitement that I felt when I had first received the invitation. I was alone, traipsing through the underbrush towards what I hoped would be destiny manifested into reality. Inching slowly, my heart trip hammering in my tight chest I scaled the final hill that took me into the City of the Owners.

We had been fighting with the Neliar, a brutal war for the ownership of a planet that was not uninhabited, as we had thought.The bustling town of aliens that we found that odd day almost a week ago had proven that the planet was not ours to claim, as we had believed.

Behind me, the war was drawing to a close; peace plans being arranged and final evacuation orders being delivered.We would leave the planet as we had found it, unblemished, with only the occasional battle scar on display to any who would look.

Drawing closer to the City of the Owners I exhaled heavily. I had volunteered to become the Ambassador to the Owners for our people, a chore I was anticipating with excitement. Since receiving the invitation I knew I would have to accept, that I would have to experience the power held in the alien leaders brown eyes.

They were dark orbs of power, strong and intelligent, the kind of eyes you could lose your soul in if you were not careful.I knew I would not be careful.Her voice held the underlying hint of power waiting to erupt like a volcano and I longed to feel that power, to be molded and shaped by that will. Can I do this?I repeated the question to myself.

How can I not?

* * * * *

Three hundred yards, Barbara, the security chief informed Collette. Her voice was strained, as if she was uncertain that the alien that was approaching would be kind. A rumor floating of an upcoming war was folly as far as Collette was concerned, but the slight nervous tremor in Barbaras voice indicated that for Barbara, at least, the threat was real.

Thank you, Barbara, Collette said, followed by, relax.

Barbara just nodded.

* * * * *

There she is! Standing like a mirage in a desert heat, I could see her, soft and strong all at once. Her brown hair hung down to the small of her back and her eyes were glowing with intelligent splendor.She was watching my approach and I could feel my heart skip a beat in delight at the thought of being the focus of her attention.For the past five days I could not shake thoughts of her, and to be honest, I did not want to. Since first looking into her eyes and accepting her invitation, she had been forefront on my mind, each waking moment my imagination conjured up how I could meet her, and how that meeting would evolve towards acceptance.

Now, approaching her, my throat grew tight.Reality was closing in like a confined space on a claustrophobic man. The walls of my world were rushing in to greet me and my fingers curled inward to claw against my palms painfully. My excitement escalated to gripping panic, what if she didnt want an ambassador? My mind asked; the question fueled by my nervousness.What if she sends you away? What if she asks you to leave, or worse yet, she asks for a replacement?

No! I shouted to myself, dont think such a thing. The fantasy generated by my mind during the past week was being swept away in a tide of panic and thoughts so dark that light could not escape.Dont think it, dont think it, dont think it, a litany repeated for courage. Please, dont think it! I thought in a small inner voice.

A nervous hitch escaped my throat and I almost tripped. I pin wheeled my hands to keep my balance and continued my snails pace towards the leader of the Owners.

* * * * *

Hello, again, she said to me, extending her hand in an expression of trust and greeting.

She remembers me! Oh joy, my heart sang, she remembers me.I could not forget her, I knew.My death bed would find me reminiscing about the alien woman that captivated me with her lilting voice and powerful gaze, but sweet God above what a heavenly day it was to know that she remembered me.

I extended my hand to hers and when our palms met I almost fainted.Her skin, white against the greenish tint of my own, was warm and her grip was strong as she squeezed my hand almost painfully.Hhhi, I stammered, blushing at the giddiness I felt but unable to control it. I greet you from the people of the Yerrinai and ask to serve as a humble ambassador between our two cultures.

With a soft giggle like sweet music through the summer vines she said, serve? He voice climbing in anticipation.

Had I made a joke? Was she toying with me? Or did my choice of words have other meanings that I was unfamiliar with.Interacting with an alien culture was difficult at best and the language barrier would be problematic at times, but I was certain I had studied well enough when listening to our captured alien as we had returned him to his home. Was serve not the right word? I asked, afraid I was starting off on the wrong foot.

It was the perfect word.

And I did faint.

* * * * *

Shaking my head limply, I sat up, looking around at my unfamiliar surroundings. I was in a bed, a thin layer of white fabric pulled to my neck. Across the room the alien of my dreams was standing talking to a man. He was wearing a white tunic and strapped to his hips was a tube, tan in color, about ten inches long.I wondered briefly what function it served, but my questioning gaze was interrupted by the sound of my Goddess.He is awake. Dennis, bring us something to drink.

The man said, yes, mistress, and he turned to leave, the tube bouncing off of his thigh.

How are you doing? she asked me.

Goo...good, I replied, a slight stammer to my tone.

What is your name? I heard her lilting voice sing.

Carin, mistress, pronouncing the C with a hard K sound.

She raised her eyebrows, looking at my inquisitively. Mistress?

Isnt that your name? I heard the man that just left, Dennis, call you that.I assumed that it was your name.

She laughed then, a robust sound of bemusement.Her laughter escalated and I wondered what was so funny.Had I offended? I doubted it by the sound of her mirth, but I had no idea why she was laughing so hard. What?

Mistress will do. Call me that. My name, however, is Collette. She was smiling. Thank the Gods, she was not offended.

She had a name and it was Collette.Heaven had such a name, written in the stars.It was delightful and wondrous and speaking it slowly, I tasted the name and shuddered delightfully. Collette, the name of the leader of the Owners.Mistress, I was to call her. That word seemed full of the power she possessed.Mistress, like the tides that word had depth and strength and seemed to fit her like a second skin.Mistress Collette, it was complete and delightful.

The waiting of the last five days seemed to disappear in a wash, the sensations running through me as Mistress Collette looked at me threatened to overwhelm me with longing. I had had to seek her out from that day when she had asked for a meeting, and had cashed in every favor I had amongst my friends and relatives and coworkers to be allowed to come here and serve as Ambassador.Now, as I stared into the ocean of her brown eyes I knew I had made the right choice.

Now, Collette said, the timbre of her voice musical, how can you serve?

She had used that word again, the same I had used upon first meeting her. She had been delighted with the word and I knew then that it held greater significance than I had first expected. I am here to serve as an ambas

No, she shook her head, smiling sweetly.

No?

You want more than that. Dont you?

How well she could read me. I dropped my bald head and then nodded, yes.

What do you want? She was toying with me, I realized. She seemed to be able to read my thoughts, to read that I had longed to be here. That I was unable to pull my mind from thoughts of her and how I wanted, no needed, to make her happy. Stammering on the words I explained my feelings.I told her how I wanted to please her, that I had become enamored with her beauty and power from the moment she had so casually dismissed me less than a week ago.

I want to make you happy, I admitted.

Mistress, a voice called from the doorway.Dennis was standing there holding a try with two large glasses of clear liquid. The drinks you requested.

Thank you, Dennis, she said.Leave them and your dildo.See to it that we are not bothered until dinner.

Yes, mistress, was what Dennis replied and he obeyed. He unfastened the tan tube, the dildo, and placed it on the table next to the tray holding the two glasses of water.

When he left, Mistress Collette turned to me.You want to make me happy?

Yes.

To please me?

Yes.

Strip. Her tone was harsh, the power I saw in her eyes snapping from her mouth like a torrential downpour, lashing. But there was more to it, a passion in the sounds like primal war music.Something was happening that I didnt understand but without thinking I climbed from the bed and quickly removed my uniform.

Standing nude before her she slowly circled me, examining my body from every angle. The hair on my neck was standing erect, the air cool on my green skin.She commented that my physiology was very similar to a mans and I didnt know if I should be happy or disappointed.I had hoped to be different, to stand out and have her take notice.I suppose that did happen, as I now stood nude before her.

I watched, breathing heavily, as she crossed the room and grabbed the dildo from the table, the glasses of water ignored.She turned to me and asked, Do you know what this is?

Nervous now, my voice tight, my lungs sucking air in with shallow breaths, I replied, no. My voice sounded frail, I felt out of place, like a fish on land.I didnt understand where the feeling was coming from. I had longed to be here, to be with Collette alone, and now I was, but still I felt odd. She was still looking at me, an insect under glass, under scrutiny and I was afraid that she might find something amiss, out of place or broken.

It is called a dildo. It is an artificial replica of a mans cock.Do you know what that is?

Not trusting my voice I shook my head.

She stood in front of me and slowly removed her tunic. Her alien body was soft and tan and my breathing escalated even more when she bared it to me. The mounds of her breasts were soft and the nipples were caramel points of excitement. My eyes scColletted her body, noticing the brown hair at the apex of her thighs.

This, she said, spreading her legs to reveal the pink interior of her body, is called my pussy.A man can pleasure me here with his mouth or his fingers, or his cock. So many ways, in fact.Would you like to try?

I nodded vigorously. Did I want to please her? I had thought of nothing else in the last five days.

She smiled, you will. She held the dildo to her pussy and slowly I watched as she slipped it inside her body.

With a moan I longed to take its place.

Continuing with her lesson, a man has a cock. We use it for pleasure, she paused, and procreation.Do you understand?

Yes, I croaked.

Collette crossed the room and climbed onto the bed I had just recently awoken from, now, she said, crawl between my legs and pull the dildo out with your mouth.

I had sought her out and now the thoughts that had run through my mind like water through a colander, never ending, was happening. I was here, accepted, and now I was pleasing the woman that had so captivated me from the start.I climbed onto the bed, the white sheet that had covered me now beneath my legs. I leaned forward and as commanded I gripped the end of the artificial cock with my mouth. Slowly I pulled the dildo from her pussy.

She moaned in delight and the thing that I noticed most was the intoxicating scent of her sex. She was wet, a condition I assumed was normal with humans as she did not say anything was amiss, and the smell of her secretions was heady and strong and I found it to be exhilarating.The dildo slid from her easily, falling to the bed with a gentle slurping sound.

Now, she breathed, her voice raspy and tight with anticipation, pleasure me with your mouth.

She said the words that spurred me on, pleasure me. I was here as I wished, and now I was serving her, pleasing her. I lowered my body down until I was resting my stomach on the bed, my head positioned between her widely parted thighs. This is it, I thought. I extended my tongue and tasted her pussy. The flavor was like nothing I had ever tasted before.It was thick and strong and heavy on my tongue but it was enticing as well. She moaned in response to my probing tongue as I continued my first tentative swipes with my tongue.

Yes, she breathed, like that.

She was guiding me, spurring me on with her words.She let me know what she liked, the long strokes from the bottom of her sex to the extended nub of flesh at the top.When my tongue slipped through the dark hair above her pussy she gently guided me lower to continue pleasuring her sex. I paid attention, learning her likes and dislikes.When I softly bit the mound of pleasure atop her sex she screamed in blissful abandon. From my prone position I learned how to please Collette by the activities of my tongue and mouth and teeth on her pussy.

Her moans and screams and gyrations were all indications of her likes and I reveled in the knowledge.

When her thighs tensed up and her legs flew together trapping my face between her thighs I worried that I had hurt her.She was screaming, the sound muffled by her powerful thighs.Yes! she shouted and I knew I was witnessing something special. She bucked against my face and I rode along with the spasming wave of her cresting pleasure.Her sex was wetter now and I could feel her juices on my chin.Her fingers found my back and I winced uncontrollably as she scratched my skin with her long fingernails.

Yes! she screamed again, her breathing heavy and labored.

When she released my face I sat up and naively asked, Are you okay?

Short bursts of air escaped her lungs as she said, yes. Very much so.

And I beamed. I was happy. I had come into an unknown situation, praying for acceptance by this magnificent woman that commanded my thoughts and had found my salvation.I knew I had made the right decision and I didnt care what tomorrow would bring as long as I could please Mistress Collette as I had just done.