"I'm having a horrible year," Grelock told Whisper. "It's like my empire's collapsing all around me."

     Whisper emitted a concerned peep. She looked full into Grelock's eyes so that he'd be sure to look into hers to see that all her attention was focused on him and him alone.

     "That's terrible," she said, "and it's not like it's any of your fault either, is it?" As she said that, she took his hand to lead him over to the bed so that they could sit next to each other in the thick, warm Clean. She pressed her naked hip against his as she, once again, fondled his stiff dick.

     "Or course it's not my fault!" Grelock exploded. "There are over a half million species in the Multiversial Alliance, and every single one of them want things their way and no other! For me, it's not whether I'm going to anger somebody, that's going to happen regardless, but how bad I anger somebody. I've come close to setting off an intergalactic war four times!"

     "Oh darling, I feel so sorry for you." To demonstrate her empathy, Whisper licked a drop of jism off the tip of Grelock's dick. "No one gives a damn how you feel...except for me, that is."

     "That's right!" As Grelock spoke, his hands reached out, as if by their own volition, to fondle Whisper's breasts and hole.

     And he never stopped talking.

     He went into great detail about his previous few months. He'd been mentally preparing a discourse so that he'd be able to articulate fully, when it came time to visit Whisper again, all the gut wrenching anguish he'd been through and why he had every right to be paranoid.

     "No one really knows how painful it is to be as powerful as you are," Whisper said as she lubricated his prick with soft, slick, warm Clean.

     "Back on your hands and knees, my dear," Grelock said. "I want to know the sensation of touching your stomach with my dickhead once more before I plunge myself into your cunt hole."

     "Of course."

CONTINUE