"Please don't jump out of the car," his chauffeur asked. "We are deeply empathic, and it would cause great distress if you injured yourself." Her voice was a near shout - to make herself heard over the roar of the wind. His chiseled pectorals heaved, the wind gathering a strand of his long, dark hair.
"Not like you care, you're a predator - I'm your meat."
"You have a lot to learn, big guy." She furrowed her eyebrows as if genuinely hurt. Her name was Rapture, (of course) and she came from a multi-man seraglio built out of the Mayor's house. The aliens would be running everything soon enough, as man after man succumbed to the spine-arching delights of a never ending orgy. Strangely, this SheMorph was actually clothed! The black cocktail dress was actually more striking for the contrast with the other alien women accosting him today.
"Why did it have to be us; why Earth?" Xavier demanded; still fighting with his own dick. Rapture's proximity wasn't helping any. She was clearly a Venus, with a curious likeness to a molasses-misted Sofia Vergara, dipped in gold-dust. A bizarre black-blond exotic fantasy. In the sunlight, her hair cast highlights in the colors of sunset.
"Because Earth is my home." She stated matter-of-factly.
"No... There's nothing like you from here, you must be alien." He was trying to be deliberately adversarial - it seemed the best way to combat the covetous instinct to force himself between her taut thighs in the name of carnal release. Part of the reason he'd hoped in with her was because - as a Venus she had no direct mind-bending powers; she was simply glitteringly gorgeous in a way that defied nature. But he could resist! Xavier didn't have to give in to the gut-twisting hunger to seize her like a piece of pirate-booty that he might conquer her with his cock. "You're something else; from somewhere else. Where did you really come from?"
"We came from men. From the eternal male urge to sire his seed into every fertile female he can. Where an opportunity exists; nature will find a way to exploit it."
"Wh- that doesn't make sense."
"Before men, there were no human memories. Instinct without words. There was simply the desire the sperm."
Xavier rolled his eyes.
"We all remember the sea. A coast. There was a man; younger - college aged. This man, our first man - he would masturbate three - sometimes five times a day. In various places. Through his seed, we Became."
The Lamborghini made a sharp turn, heading downtown.
Xavier was starting to get it.
"You masqueraded as women to get this kid's jizz?"
"Masquerade suggests intent. Planning. It was not until our Ancestor *was* a woman that an idea like that made sense.
"The First man never questioned waking up to a strange woman in his bed - his dick was too hard. It didn't matter where we came from - he just fucked us. Our ancestor. It was a victory for him. The how didn't matter.
"What do you mean - *us*?" Xavier wondered.
"There was a first Ancestor; we share her memories. What she knew was shared when she became the first Harem. His words. TV. Playboy. Cosmo. We learned to think as women. To fuck."
Given enough time, they would be smarter than any man alive, Xavier knew. All the better to seduce you with...
"In ten generations a ship... a yacht came to the shore where the Man's beach house was. The harem was too large for the small house; and we were women enough to attract the man on the boat. Three of us went."
On a ship they would have mobility, they could spread to so many beaches... Xavier realized with a frown.
"The Yacht man was old, but rich. There were twenty-four of us by the time we learned about death."
He shook his head.
"Heart failure, you fucked him to death. The first casualty." Xavier sighed.
"He never told us to stop. And he enjoyed every minute of it. That was when we knew we needed to find many men, to spread out."
"Well not me, I won't go down without a fight."
"We've never raised a hand in anger. My kind is peaceful."
That, he realized was also a weapon: Not a direct threat, no need to retaliate. Until men spawned so many that fighting back was impossible. It worked.
"From your tone and body language, it's clear you want to blame us. You think we 'invaded' you. But for our part, we know that man's lust created us. And we reward our men every day of their lives."
The car sped past a gaggle of Sirens on a street corner.
This... gave him food for thought. Rapture's narrative left a lot of holes, but he could read between the lines. Who planned the Black Plague? Was syphilis anyone's plot? Sometimes in nature, different factors line up in the right way, at the right time, and you have a breakout moment. An Epidemic. The ultimate venereal disease.
"Don't be alarmed, Xavier. Don't think I'm going to hurt you." That was when she started to pump his cock, while revving the engine. The brilliance of the plan struck him even as his dick grew harder still - in a speeding sports car, trying to fight back, jumping out would be too dangerous; she could jerk him off with one hand, keep the other on the wheel.
"Something you should know about me..." Her voice rose to compete with the wind. "The Mayor's house is a huge seraglio. Eight men in total comfort. Mayor and his staff are treated the same by the harems. Money doesn't matter to us."
More proof they weren't human! He reflected ruefully.
"And I can have all of their cocks. I have valuable skills; bring in a lot of money for the seraglio. So I get priority access to the dicks of the Mayor and his male staff, and wealthy friends.
"That means I'm not desperate. I can get sperm when I need it. Not like these street dwellers. Then I realized that some men are better than others.
"Men like you."
Xavier swallowed. He should have tried something, anything... but damn - he wanted to cum; and they couldn't enslave him with a handjob? Could they?
"Jusssst a handjob, just relax..." He gripped her arm but - damn he needed to cum! He didn't... didn't pull her hand away.
"I don't want just any man," Rapture continued. "Some of us watch you. You specifically. The men that are still holding out draw attention."
