One more can't hurt

You really know you shouldn't, but after last night, you really can't help yourself. You take the offered fruit and bite down on it, savoring it's deliciousness. More aware of it's effects now, you can almost feel it begin to have it's effect on you....warming your blood and your sex simultaneously. Looking down at the little, red alien before you expectantly, you smile playfully. Your reach down and lift him up to sit on the table you spent your evening on. You quickly silence any objection he tries to make by pressing your lips firmly to his, your mouth still sticky with a combination of fruit juices and cum. You then slide down his front to kneel before him, reaching up to undo his loincloth. You are pleasantly surprised to find him already somewhat erect as you lower your head to take his cockhead between your lips. You feel him shiver as you take him in your mouth and begin to suck on him. While you are going down on him, one of the sleepy aliens you spent the night with also awaken, and begins to lazily caress your hanging breasts while you work. The Chieftain takes much longer to reach his climax this time, and you have to work his large shaft for some time before he releases his seed deep into your throat. The sensation of swallowing him only serves to heighten your pleasure even more.

Several of the other aliens want another go with you before you can leave...and you are entirely happy to give them their opportunity in your state of mind. Before you can extricate yourself from them, you find that a larger portion of the day has passed. It would be stupid to leave now, you tell yourself...dimly aware of the excuse you are making to yourself. So you decide to spend another evening in the village with the aliens. It unfolds not too dissimilarly from your first...though the pace of their lovemaking is decidedly less hurried now that they've all had at least one taste of you. It is no less satisfying to you this time, and you blissfully fall asleep once more, their small arms and hands wrapped firmly around your body as you sleep. The next day you find yourself making new excuses to stay. A third night with the little men comes and goes, followed by a fourth and then a fifth. All of them filled with a seemingly never ending stream of sexual encounters. By the end of the week, you come to the conclusion that you never want to leave this life.

Eventually, you learn to communicate with your lovers as your time in the village passes. It turns out that women of their race exiled them from their village...only occasionally coming up into the valley when the need to breed arose, and then departing just as quickly once the act was completed. The acceptance of the fruit you ate on your first night was apparently their sign that they wished to procreate...and they NEVER took more than one like you did. They apparently were quite the prudes too...sex was a chore for them, and one had not been seen by the males in over a year when you arrived. Oh well....their loss was your gain.

You never do hear what happened to your crewmates. Sometime it bites at you that perhaps you abandoned them. But always one of your little lovers appears, and your regrets disappear in a haze of lust and sex. You spend the rest of your days being worshiped by them....and worshipping them in turn.