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Archeology and Anthropology

The endless taps and thumps of boots echoed around my confines. I was a patient woman but the desire to get out and achieve my goals were beginning to itch at my skin so much that I almost wished to hit the inside latch of the box and take my chances.

Reason won out in the end, not the least of it was the acknowledgement I was in hostile territory which I got a reminder of whenever I peered out of the narrow airholes and saw scaled tails and hooved feet wandering about.

I could hear the Sirian smuggler who trafficked me into Lacertan space chattering away. The plan was to misplace the box I was in once we were out of the trade post and then I would be free to wander the planet.

This was risky of course, there was really nothing stopping this criminal from selling me to some Equuileian warlord but I had factored this into my plan and if it happened it would not deter me from achieving my academic goal.

My bigger concern was how long he was taking. They were speaking some kind of trade language that I knew nothing of.

The thin brown legs of the Sirian came into view for a second.

Come on already!

And then they were gone.

The chatter came to a halt and the thump of activity ceased.

The warehouse went dark.

I was alone in my box.

A beam of light pierced past my eyelids and I awoke to the sound of heavy snorting and sniffing inches away from my face.

Snapping my head up, my lips brushed up against a broad, dark face that immediately retracted back behind the flashlight.

“A spy,” a harsh voice spoke in perfect Regulian.

“I’m not a spy!” I winced, reaching up and covering the light with my palm. “Get that damned thing out of my eye!”

The flashlight pulled back and I finally was able to see who held it. A tall Equuileian, as black as the darkness of the warehouse, stood atop me in my vulnerable position. He wore a light blue jumpsuit and a matching cap.

“Then what are you?” he snorted and shook his head, peering off to the side. “Ought to turn you into the Lacertans…it’s my job…”

“An academic!” I insisted truthfully and placed my palm on the rim of the open crate.

“Stay,” he ordered forcefully and I remained still. He scratched behind his head where his midnight black mane was tied up in a series of buns. “Academic?”

“Yes, I’m here to explore and document Equuileian history, architecture and culture.”

The Equuileian adjusted his belt, tools rattling, “I don’t understand. We’re at war.”

“All the more reason to learn. No risk, no reward.”

“That’s foolish,” he bit his lip with his square teeth, they were pristine white. Well taken care of. “It’s dangerous for weak creatures like you here. You won’t last a day.”

“I’m already here and there’s certainly no return flight back to Regulian space,” I crossed my arms. “It’s my calling.”

Calling. That’s what I said when my fellow academics laughed at me. I was getting nowhere stuck in the marble halls of the Academy and the Regulian government was only sponsoring bland and very unadventurous fields of study, especially with the war going on.

I had no desire to get my doctorate that way. So why not study one of the enemy’s cultures first-hand?

As for why I picked the Equuileians, a whim perhaps? It was either them or the Ursids, you may call it either a coin-toss or perhaps I was a woman with a particular set of sexual desires as you please.

“Let’s make a deal.”

I blinked. At first I thought the Equuileian might be broken down by exhaustion or even slow, but his round eyes suddenly perked over to me with a fire blazing in the shadows of them.

It fascinated me.

“What did you have in mind?” I folded my fingers together.

“Stay in the box, I’ll sneak you out, then I’ll explain.”

“Deal.”

He blinked at me, “Most normal folk would hesitate.”

“I’m hardly normal.”

He snorted, nostrils flaring, “I can see that.”

“So why make a deal?”

“I’m not normal either,” his tail swished behind back in the shadows. “I got ambitions and you’re gonna help me get them.”

“Well, then,” I smiled and laid down in my confines. “Take me away and let's hear them.”

The lid went back on, covering me in darkness once more and my create was quickly lifted up and placed upon some kind of trolly. I could hear the wheels squeaking and rattling as I floated in the shadows.

My heart was racing. I was not a fool about the danger I was in, but I could not help myself from being excited. I was on an alien planet lightyears away from Earth and far, far from the Regulian Empire.

Even if I could only study one landmark before I die, this expedition would be worth it.

We stopped at one point after entering a lit room. I could hear my escort grunting and clicking his tongue to someone else, likely another co-worker. I did not understand a word of their tongue, unfortunately Equuileian studies on Earth are basically non-existent and I could not arrange for instructions with a slave.

Nor afford it even if I could.

Finding an Equuileian who spoke Regulian was pure luck. I did not believe in destiny but if it were a thing, this would be the surest proof.

Eventually we started moving again and a few minutes later cold air began to blow through the holes. I shivered and immediately the crate was hoisted into the air, swaying back and forth as my escort carried me.

The sound of his boots thumping on concrete eventually gave way for the sound of wet dirt and grass bending underneath his weight. Before I knew it, my crate was placed gently on the ground and the lid removed once more.

The smell of grass and spring air reached my nostrils as I sat up in the crate, stretching my arms. I closed my eyes, taking in the sweet smell of the planet’s air and when I opened them back up, I found my Equuileian leaning against a lone tree in a grassfield taking off his jumpsuit beneath a full moon.

His chest was thickly muscled beneath a coat of very short, coarse fur. I could not avert my gaze when his suit split down near the crotch and revealed a bulging, thick sheath between his legs.

“Well, now,” I bit my thumb playfully. “I thought you might have ulterior intentions…”

The black Equuileian looked at me and blinked.

“Many of us prefer going nude. The planet’s climate is temperate most of the year and we like to show off our strength.”

I should have been writing this down right away but I had to appreciate his looks just a bit more.

“The Lacertans have us wear clothes when we work for them, either at their trade post or in their army,” he looked up at the night sky, at all those stars both familiar and yet unfamiliar to me. “I learned Regulian, hoped it would help me get into the army. Rejected.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Joining their army is a privilege. Those who come back alive, especially with a concubine or loot, are all but guaranteed their own warband to be Chief of. Power, territory, a harem herd…”

He reached back and undid the buns running up the back of his long neck. A long, loose mane quickly flowed down to his shoulders, making him look like the star of a romance novel you’d see at the grocery store.

“Our deal,” he shook his mane, “will help me get that.”

At this point I finally lifted myself up and stepped out of the box, the ground was damp, it had rained a few hours ago, “Do tell.”

“I will protect you and escort you to ruins I know of. I will teach you our customs, our cultures, our rituals. This is what you want, yes?”

“Quite.”

“In exchange, you will be my concubine,” he raised his hands up as if to soothe me. “You will tell people I served in the army, you will use your knowledge of the war to back this up. You will say I took you as a slave during one battle.”

He cleared his throat, “We will have to mate regularly. I know this might be unappealing to you, but-”

“Quite the opposite.”

I could swear, his long muzzle blushed underneath his dark fur.

“Most would not want to be a slave concubine like this. I don’t intend to be cruel or harm you, but you will have no rights except those I promise you.”

“Will you honor them?” I asked. “And allow me to publish my findings when the war is over?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then.”

He blinked at me.

“It’s not normal to agree to something like this. I could lie and keep you under lock and key.”

“I’m hardly normal,” I shrugged, “and this is my calling. I’d suffer far worse for my studies.”

“As would I.”

“But I want you to show me a place first,” I pointed. “Just as a sign of good faith before I commit to something indefinite like this.”

“My name is Rioran,” he suddenly said.

“A beautiful name,” I reached out with my hand. “Felicity is mine.”

He grabbed my hand and shook it, squeezing firmly.

“I think I know a good place.”

Rioran was a reliable, if perhaps a bit taciturn, traveling partner. Considering I was essentially selling myself to him as a slave, it was awfully chivalrous of him to insist on carrying most of my baggage that I had stowed away with me in my box.

Which gave me ample opportunity to admire his muscles while roaming through the seemingly endless plains and hills.

For much of the trip, we were alone and slept beneath the stars with me bundled up next to his chest for warmth. It was as platonic as one could get considering his massive sheath was pressing up against either my thigh or rear the entire time, though my desires to jump towards the next intimate step were in full-force.

At one point, a small herd of Equuileian’s appeared as we ascended a hill and Rioran immediately dropped my bags and held me forcefully against his side.

Rioran’s musk wafted into my noise and I pressed my face against his short fur while the herd passed, its Chief at the head of them stopping briefly to stare at us. He had a rifle slung across his back and a bandolier of grenades around his chest.

“Sorry,” Rioran whispered, keeping his eyes on the rival Chief, “pretend to be my concubine.”

“We’re jumping a bit forward in the agreement, no?”

“For your safety.”

Eventually the white Equuileian chief snorted and led his herd on the way around the hoof-beaten trail. A few mares in the herd passed me glances, but nothing else came of the incident.

“Sorry, again,” Rioran released his grip and stood in place beside me, his eyes still locked on the herd, “that was dangerous.”

I grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my shoulder, pinning me back to his chest, “I’m not sure the danger is passed.”

“The danger is gone, you-” Rioran’s dark eyes peered down at me, “-well, perhaps we’re not in the clear just yet.”

His arm tightened around me and his hand slowly trailed up along my belly towards my breast, stopping right when he touched the bottom skin of them.

“What kind of danger were we in?”

“An exotic and beautiful consort like you will attract attention both good and bad. I imagine the Chief was considering whether you were worth dueling me over.”

“Well now,” I flipped my bobbed hair, “I never quite got this much demand back home.”

Rioran snorted slightly, “This was very dangerous. I doubt he would let you continue your plans if he had won and wouldn’t be nice enough to ask if you want to be his consort.”

“Every journey has its setbacks,” I nuzzled Rioran’s torso, “and you scared that one away.”

“Here we are.”

At first I thought we had arrived at just another hill, but after a few blinks of my eyes, I saw it was far more than that.

The ruin looked much like a giant frisbee covered in dirt and grass. The first thing I thought of was it could have been a long abandoned bunker, but that didn’t line up with my expectations from Equuileian war herds. My next thought was of the earthwork mounds in Cahokia, though on further inspection I saw a small, narrow cavern leading into the site that set that apart; though archaeological inspections of that particular site on Earth met setbacks after the Regulian annexation.

I had gotten so excited, I hadn’t noticed that I was barreling towards the entrance with Rioran trailing behind, hooves thumping in the dirt.

“Slow down!” he gasped. “This temple is long-abandoned, there could be enemies within.”

“Hm,” I curled my lip and looked around before giving Rioran a light tap on his hoof, “the grass looks wild here and your hooves have a habit of leaving obvious signs of traffic. Is that the only entrance?”

“Yes.”

“Then I think it’s safe to say no bandits are using it as a base of operations. You’ve been inside it before?”

“Long ago, yes.”

“So no booby traps then?”

“Not back then.”

“Alright,” I grabbed my backpack, which Rioran had been carrying in his hand and pulled out two electric lanterns. Flicking them on, I handed one to Rioran, “well, let’s check it out then!”

Rioran flexed his arm muscles, either in an attempt to prepare himself for danger or to distract me with his physique to stop me from heading off; either way, I headed on towards the small, cavernous entrance.

There were signs of chiseled stone above the entranceway and a quick swish of my shoe revealed there were similar gray bricks underneath a shallow layer of the dirt.

It only took a few steps into the cave for me to emerge into the main attraction. I found myself in a massive dome-shaped ruin. Four chiseled statues of Equuileians stood proudly on the north, west, south, and east ends of the ruin, all staring at a round stone vessel in the center. Every status had a massive, log-like cock pointing forward towards said vessel, save for the northern one whose member seemed to have been broken off and stolen.

“Before the Lacertans took us as their vassals and discouraged such practices,” Rioran explained, placing his rough palm on my shoulder. “This was a temple to Lokma, our god of fertility and marriage.”

“Clever,” I chuckled and brushed away his palm, spinning around and arching my brow, “take me to a marriage temple to seal our deal?”

“No, uh…” Rioran cleared his throat, “...concubines aren’t wives, you wouldn’t normally be taken to a place like this.”

“So what would you normally do for one? Can you demonstrate?”

“Uh…” Rioran brushed his mane and looked to the side, “...you’ve already said yes, so that’s really all that’s needed. You’re not a member of a herd or a clan so you don’t have any legal rights.”

“Please demonstrate anyways.”

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t hold back.”

I suddenly found myself in the air, dropping my lantern on the ground. The world blurred until I was thumped on top Rioran’s shoulder with his hand planted firmly on my butt.

“Come,” Rioran grunted, a fierceness forced in his voice. “You can kick and scream if you want.”

I did not scream, but I gave him a few good thumps on the back and pulled at his long mane, to which he responded with firm slaps on my ass. For the most part, I stayed still like a good captive and stared at Rioran’s muscular butt and long tail as he hauled me across the room towards the statue with the broken member.

“This is where I’d take you to my shelter and hold you prisoner. If I had a soft bedroll I’d toss you on it,” Rioran explained as he gently placed me by the statue and stood tall before me. “If you had family here, this is when we would negotiate your slavery with them.”

“Negotiate?”

Once again Rioran scratched his mane, “So…a lot of kidnapping like this is just a…what’s the word…when it’s kind of not serious…?”

“A pretense?”

“Yes,” he nodded and bit his lip. “Usually the captive wanted to join the captor’s harem before but their family disapproved. So the captive arranges a kidnapping to pressure their parents.”

“Fascinating,” I mentally wrote this down. I could not rely entirely on Rioran’s perspective but it was a good start before the mystic art of statistics and samples could be made to see how many such events were consensual or not. I had more personal questions to ask for now, “but what if someone were clanless such as me?”

Rioran paused, “Well, I mean…in these cases…”

“Rioran, I’m your concubine and I’m not a fragile one,” I grinned, “show me.”

“Just as a demonstration, okay?”

“O-”

Rioran suddenly was atop me, his calloused hands pinning me down by my arms. His muzzle pressed against my cheek, hot air rushing out from his nostrils and I could feel his sheath grinding against my trousers.

“You’re mine,” he grunted. “Surrender and accept your place in my harem.”

He paused, nuzzling up against my cheek with his long muzzle.

“I accept. Do as you will with me.”

Something hard pressed up against my pants around where his sheath was.

At first, I felt Rioran’s hesitation and when he released his grip on my arms I thought he might have put a stop to this. I was relieved when he grabbed my shirt and tore it away like it was made of paper.

I coyly covered up my exposed breasts and crawled back against the statue.

“Oh no, please don’t hurt me!” I said as playfully flirtatious as I could.

Rioran hesitated and I immediately had to speak again.

“I was joking.”

“Oh.”

With that, Rioran tore away my panties and underwear away with one swoop of his hand.

It was a good thing I packed extra sets of clothing, though I never expected I’d live out my own bodice-ripper erotic fantasy.

Rioran nipped at my neck, forcing me to gasp as he rutted at my thigh with the tip of his cock. The smell of sweat and musk tangled, a bouquet for my nose, as this massive Equuileian snorted and grunted.

“Fuck…” that was all I could utter as he embraced me with his impossibly powerful arms. He could have destroyed me with a mere flex of his arm if he wanted. I was helpless.

How could I not submit to be a slave to such a beast?

“Mate me, master…”

The words whispered out as Rioran circled my sex with the flared head of his shaft and the alien froze, eyes going wide.

“Is…” Rioran looked to the side, “...is it possible for us to get a human pregnant?”

“No.”

“Oh…” Rioran sighed with relief, “...good, slave.”

I did my research and if it were the case, I’m not sure if I would have committed to this project. However I made sure from what little biology we had on the record that I could not be impregnated by an Equuileian and considering Sirian and Lupiad interbreeding it was an assumption I could not make without checking.

So there was no hesitation when I spread my legs and welcomed Rioran’s battering ram as it breached my defenses.

Immediately, Rioran ran into difficulty with his flare getting caught in my breach. Try as I might, it wasn’t going to go in as matter how much I loosened my thighs up. Rioran grunted and snorted, continuing to pound at my sex with feral passion while precum smeared across my skin.

I placed my palm on my master’s chest and he stopped for a moment, panting, while I ran my hand across the slick tip of his cock and picked up the globs of precum. I slicked my palm across his flare, down to the shaft which was slowly peeling its away out of his sheath and exposing the full mass of his black cock. When I was done lubricating, it was shining like obsidian.

“That’s not part of the normal ritual,” Rioran leaned in and nuzzled my neck with a sharp nick. “Normally I’d fuck you until you let me in.”

“Do you object?” I gave his cock a sharp squeeze, forcing him to grunt with arousal.

“No.”

Rioran retrieved his cock from my grasp and pressed the flare up against my sex once more. Slowly, he slid forward, the flare of his base squeezing its way in and I gasped in paralytic rapture, my hands and feet curling with sheer pleasure.

God, what a contrast…to be an academic and a concubine…so delightful…

Spit foamed at the corner of Rioran’s mouth as his flared head pounded at my depths. Sweat glistened between his black fur as he towered over me, pinning me down as if I were a captive after a bloody battle. A trophy for my new master.

What can I say? I’ve read some trashy novels between studying for my degrees.

I was squeezing my thighs around his massive cock now, embracing my master’s girth willingly and eagerly. At the same time, I began the helpless waif act once more, slapping and punching at Rioran’s chest, prompting him to laugh proudly.

“You can’t resist, slave,” he ran his tongue along his lips and leaned forward, sniffing at my face. “You’re mine now.”

He clicked his teeth together in front of my nose and gave me a heavy thrust. I screamed as pleasure agonized my insides.

“S-show…” I gasped, my academic brain taking over, “show me how the wedding ritual works after…”

Rioran paused and looked back at the basin with a flick of his tail. His cock slowly slid out of my sex, leaving a trail of precum slipping out on the stone ground before me.

At first I thought I had offended him or broken the mood with my idiocy, but then he smiled.

“Let’s finish up with it.”

My foolish heart fluttered.

“Not a real marriage, you’re still a concubine and I’m not a priest, but I can perform the sealing act.”

Releasing his grip on my shoulder, Rioran stood up and flicked a glob of precum onto my chest before spinning around and stepping towards the stone bowl in the center.

“Crawl, slave,” he ordered, peering over his shoulder. His hand was cupping his cock.

I did as he demanded, scampering quickly to catch up before slowing to a crawl just behind him. His tail flicked back, catching me across the face and fanning me with his masculine musk.

“Stay,” he barked and pointed at the ground below the vessel and I stopped there, standing on my knees.

Stepping atop a short dais, Rioran placed his cock over the vessel and began stroking hard.

I disobeyed my master and stood up, exposing my breasts and playing with my nipples, pinching them between my fingers and dancing.

He did not scold me or object in any way.

It did not take long for his cock to spurt thick ropes of semen into the bowl. Rioran grunted, growling deep down in his throat, as his cock shuddered, its thick veins pulsating.

“On your knees,” Rioran was drenched in sweat now as he dipped his fingers into the bowl.

I obeyed and sat up straight on my knees, smiling as my equine master stepped towards me.

“You will carry my scent,” Rioran ran a thick glob of white cum across my forehead.

“My spirit,” he traced two lines across my cheeks.

“And my name.”

Finally, he wrote a character on my chest, his fingers flicking across both of my nipples which he took far too much glee watching me shiver with arousal as he did.

“You are now mine, Felicity Rien.”

“Rien?”

“Beautiful concubine.”

We spent a week around the ruins as I documented the architecture, took sketches, and learned about various social rituals from Rioran.

And of course, I had to tend to my master’s sexual desires whenever he pleased, which did not interfere with my work and always tended to time with my own needs.

By the time we were done, I reeked of Rioran’s musk and semen. Even I could smell that I belonged to him and no one else.

“So, master, where next?” I smiled, leaning against the side of his chest as we looked back at the mound where the ruins lurked beneath.

“Time to conquer a herd and take them as my own,” Rioran’s nostrils flared. “I warned you, this might be dangerous, I can’t guarantee I’ll win.”

I stroked my master’s sheath, “There’s no question about it, you’ll win.”

Rioran wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me.

“Thank you, Rien.”

The sun was starting to rise before the mound, casting the world in the early rays of sunlight.

“It might be awhile before I can take you to another ruin,” Rioran swallowed. “We’ll have to do some rough things before and you’ll have to be very submissive.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to help you consolidate power so we can get back to it.”

“How so?”

“I’ll think of something,” I smiled, “you might be surprised at what a humble concubine can do to help her master, as our own history has taught us multiple times.”

“Looking forward to it,” Rioran snuffled at my neck. “But right now…”

Rioran’s shaft slipped into my palm.

“Anything my master desires,” I smiled and kneeled down, pressing my lips to the tip of his cock and kissing.