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| Charisma and Logic As the new Queen of this Alien order, she now had the power to make life and death decisions concerning the remainder of her human race, yet this one young man touched her cold, hard soul deeper than she would ever know. There were so many inherent contradictions in the situation. She did not believe herself to be cold and hard. She looked upon herself as a child of destiny blessed with the task of leading her subjects. Of course, the occasional use of the iron fist was a necessary part of her statecraft. He on the other hand was adept at using love as a weapon though it was always tempered with sincerity, consistency and loyalty. These combinations of approaches always lead her to accept his suggestions, as they were 'obviously' in her interest. Charisma did not know of the overall plan being pursued by the humans who had come under the control of the Alien order to which she belonged. Logic could see clearly that he would have to work very hard to divert her inborn aggression and make her do things, which would pave the way for his people to return to power in the next few generations. He was a very patient man and knew he will not be able to achieve the entire task within his own lifetime. He was also sure that Charisma would have no reason to complain and she will die happily basking in the warmth of his love for her. Charisma had no idea that Logic had been brought close to her as per the grand plan of the Society of Human Elders (SHE). This secret society had realised that the only way to regain power from the Aliens who ruled them was to work through their females, who were much more intelligent and rational than the males. Ten years ago Logic had been given the task of befriending a suitable female from among the Aliens. With the anointment of Charisma, Logic had become one of her most important courtiers. He had stood by her resolutely in her fight to capture power from the male members of the Alien order. Now at her installation he kneeled before her to swear his allegiance to her. As she stood before him, bathed in the blue light of royalty, scantily clad as per plan, so that her lovely large breasts, narrow waist and ample hips could mesmerize the assembled courtiers and make them feel fortunate to have a such a lovely apparition as there mistress. As Charisma looked upon her favorite Logic, she thought of their long association. He had nursed her through one of her earlier battles. He had cared for her as a mother would. She had been so weak that she had to depend on him even for her ablutions. At times, as he leaned over her, his manhood would brush the sensitive portions of her body and she would feel an agonizing need for him within her. She had truly wanted to know him but he had openly counseled her against it. On such occasions, she would cry out and attack him viciously despite her physical weakness. He would just laugh and playfully dodge her. Looking back on those days, Charisma was glad that Logic had not yielded to her overtures. If he had, she would married him and given up her mission of becoming the queen. Her Order would not have rejected her for having married a human, but she would have lost the support of the powerful among them and that would have been her undoing. She might have even ended up hating Logic for leading her astray from her historic role. She smiled as she recalled the long sessions where Logic had to rationalized this entire matter. He had spurred her to think of the realm rather than a mortal like him. Logic noticed that his queen was smiling at him from her regal perch. It was nothing like the icy smirk, which she reserved for the other powerful people in her court. He too thought of his earlier times with her. When she had been defeated in that earlier battle, most of her lieutenants had deserted her. Even the foot soldiers were vary of catching the bugs from her fever. Logic had come close to her at that time. As she recovered and her youth and femininity bounced back, her sexual expression became more and more pronounced. He still recalled his own painful arousals whenever her soft curvaceous body had needed the nursing care of his hands. "Rise Logic! The most faithful and brightest of my courtiers" Charisma was saying, “You shall be my prime minister from today. You must be available to me at any time of day or night. I order you to wear this special band which will move you to me whenever I desire to see you." Saying so the queen called for the special band and personally fixed it on Logic's waist. Having done the honors the queen stepped back and smiled at the one she loved and trusted. He too realised the time had come to guide his queen through her rule so that the stage would be set for his successors among humankind. But there was still time for that. Tonight there were more urgent things to be attended to. |
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