"Perhaps," Ylf thought, "I should have thought about this a bit more."

Her ship had picked up it's first life-signs of her journey, pointing her to a small rocky world that might otherwise have been missed. The Albinnja woman had leapt at the chance to make first contact on behalf of her people, landing her craft on the planet's surface as close to the life-sign as she could.

Ylf examined the scanners. Whatever this planet's inhabitant was, it was large, sentient and located just beyond the curve of a visible mountain road.

Wanting to make a good impression Ylf changed into a short blue dress, an expensive piece of clothing that she hoped would impress the being she was on her way to meet. Language would be a problem at first, but she was sure she could get far enough with hand-gestures and general body-language.

Unlocking the ship, she stepped out onto the mountain path. It was cold this far up, but compared to the icy climate of her home planet, this was almost like a tropical paradise to Ylf.

"Well," She sighed, checking in a mirror that she looked ok, "Here I go."

Purposefully, she began to walk down the mountain path in the direction of the life sign.

Kerith's head snapped up as he heard the alarm go off on his ship. He hadn't been here two days, having stowed away his latest cache of stolen goods and remained to lay low until the trail of corpses that he had made had been forgotten.

He rose up from the bare cavern floor that he had been sleeping on and entered his customized raider, pausing to look over the logs of its computer. The radar had detected a small vessel, though due to its size it hadn't been picked up until it was breathing down his neck.

"How did they find me?" He growled. "No one would give this worthless moon a second glance. That's why it's such a good hiding spot."

It didn't matter. Today was as good a day to die as any. He could of course have made immediate preparations for takeoff and fled without even confronting his foe, but such cowardice was simply beyond the scope of his limited imagination. So instead hee strapped his sword across his back and hefted his portable rail gun, a beast of a firearm that no human could wield unless it was mounted and attached to a cockpit. Having prepared as much as he had needed to, he left his makeshift lair and stalked boldly up the only trail that led out of the valley he had been hiding in.

Eight and a half feet tall and covered in black fur, he made an intimidating figure, especially armed as he was. As was his custom he wore nothing but the straps needed to secure his weapons, and so his long, thick shaft simply dangled from between his legs for all to see.

Hearing footsteps, he stopped abruptly and prepared to attack. But from around the next bend, the figure in a blue dress he saw approaching wasn't exactly the kind of enemy he imagined he was going to face. Puzzled, he lowered his weapon and squinted.

Ylf had yet to notice the huge beast. Instead her attention was focused on the environment of this world. The Albinnja girl had never left her own planet before and she wanted to soak up as much of the view as she could before she got down to business.

From her bountiful cleavage she produced a small metal tube. She held it up at eyelevel, filming everything she pointed it at.

"This is Ylf, as you can see the world I am investigating is not unlike our own. The climate is a little warmer-" She began to turn, panning her small camera around. She caught sight of the monstrous horned creature ahead of her, cutting her explanation short with a loud yelp and dropping the camera to the rocky ground.

Ylf quickly composed herself, realising she must have made herself look like a fool. She waved in greeting to the being, hoping that it didn't misunderstand her and take the gesture as some sort of insult.

Kerith jerked back and began to apply pressure to his gun, but stopped when he realized that the invader - this woman, had waved at him. He recognized the gesture, though as far as he could recall, no one had ever waved at him before.

The situation was getting to be more and more bizarre. Nonetheless something about this creature's form, the scent it carried on the wind intrigued him. Unafraid, he set down his weapon and approached the being, squinting to get a better look at her.

Ylf saw the creature begin to approach her and immediately she began to regret her decision of coming her. This thing was HUGE! What if it took a disliking to her? Her people hadn't gone through this eventuality with her. Should she run? Or just keep smiling and waving and hope that this monster was friendly?

Ylf opted for the latter option, mostly because she was too rooted to the spot in fear to do any running round about now.

As the horned alien walked closer, Ylf tried to explain matters.

First she pointed to herself, finger pressed against her enormous bosom, then up at the sky, trying to explain where she had come from.

Kerith's gaze followed Ylf's gestures only as far as her huge breasts. He had truthfully never seen any woman so well endowed. He thought they might even be too large to the point of being ridiculous, something he hadn't thought possible. He considered it again and changed his mind. They were exactly the right size.

His gaze slid briefly over the rest of her body before returning to her fascinating cleavage. He wondered vaguely who she was and why she hadn't said anything yet, but in truth his curiosity over her mysterious arrival was already passing.

Still, it always paid to be careful. He stepped closer to her, narrowing his eyes. "Who are you? How did you find me?"

Ylf was startled when the creature spoke to her in English. Her people had found recordings of the language inside the ship that had crashed on their planet. Could this monster have some link to the one that had caused her species interest in space travel?

She tried to communicate as best she could:

"I am Ylf. My people sent me to find..." She struggled for a moment, trying to find the word, "to find partners." She was sure that was the right word, business partners, trade partners.

She took out a small piece of paper from a satchel at her hip and read aloud from it.

"On behalf of the Albinnja, I greet you, and ask that you consider partnership, many thanks (insert alien's name here)..." She looked confused for a moment, and then realised. "Oh, that's supposed to be your name there."

Was she for real? First contact? An alien ambassador? This had to be some sort of joke, or more likely, a trap. Whatever it was though, it was certainly interesting.

She wanted to be his partner? A beautiful, petite little creature just appears on this barren hellhole and wants to offer herself to him? It must be a trick, but even if she wasn't serious about her offer, she'd learn that he was still serious about accepting it.

Kerith stepped closer and leaned over, as though he wanted a better look at the piece of paper Ylf was reading from. "The name is Kerith," he rasped. Without warning he reached down and slid his hand beneath the cut of the creature's dress, grasping her huge breast.

"Feels real," he said dryly. "That's good enough reason for partnership for me."

Ylf froze up completely, the hand grasping her breast shocked her into utter stillness.

At first she almost thought about pulling away and getting this creature to stop touching her. Two things went through her mind though.

Firstly, this monster could easily overpower her, and hurt her if she offended it.

Secondly, how did she know this wasn't just some local custom? A planetary greeting?

Ylf decided that the creature must be saying hello in this worlds own physical way. Perhaps it was how deals were struck here? She swallowed hard and pressed her own hand against Keriths hard chest, mirroring the creature.

"My name is Ylf," She says, nodding, blushing, feeling warmer, breathing quite heavily now, hoping that her new aquaintance wouldn't notice what his greeting was doing to her body.

Kerith was taken aback when the small woman put her own hand on his chest. The thought that she might actually desire him was, truthfully, somewhat off-putting. The last time he had met a woman such as that, he had barely survived the experience.

There wasn't an aura of danger about this one though. Truthfully he thought he could smell... fear? Then she was a victim, just as he wanted.

Hand still beneath her breast, the minotaur sought out her nipple, stroked it, squeezed and rolled the pillowy flesh in his grasp. Then he reached for the other one, leaning down, beginning to rasp with desire. His formidable phallus, which had moments before been flacid, was already half-erect, and even larger than it had been previously.

Ylf was beginning to reaise this wasn't just a greeting.

She'd made a huge mistake by coming here, this planet's inhabitants were dangerous, or at least too odd to consider partnership with. This violation of her personal space was alarming, and the Albinnja girl wanted to do everything she could to put some distance between her and the monster.

She took a few steps back, out of Kerith's reach.

"I'm afraid I don't think that's a.." She thought for a moment, "Approriate form of greeting." She found it hard to speak, distractedly staring as she was at the swelling member between Kerith's legs...

As amusing as this was, Kerith's now swollen shaft urged him on. He leered down at the strange woman. "You're right. Here, let me show you how I usually do things."

He raised his left hand, constructed not of flesh and bone but of steel and wire, and its palm opened to allow a flurry of steel cables to shoot from it. They shot at Ylf, wrapping around her limbs, her ankles, her waist, and reeled her toward the minotaur. They clung painfully to her soft flesh, tore shreds into her dress. Kerith lifted her off her feet, up to face level. He tugged at her neckline, ripping it, exposing her enormous breasts. His long, rough, and stark pink tongue rolled slowly over them, licking them. He stared at them in fascination and then closed his eyes, tasting her nipples, licking their sides.

Ylf shrieked out in terror as she was lifted up off her feet, hoisted into the air and suspended there. She tried to free herself, jerking her arms and legs, but found that she was held fast, this creature was simply much too strong for her.

As he tore the neckline of her dress, she breathed in deeply, arching back, trying to pull away from her attacker, even as her bountiful breasts were freed. The Albinnja struggled as hard as she could, begging the minotaur to stop. All she succeeded in doing was bounce herself in the monsters grasp, her breasts jiggling, swaying.

Kerith's eyes were still locked on the Albinnja's jiggling tits. Now that they were free of her now ruined dressed he realized that they were even larger than he thought. As she struggled, their bouncing truly made a beautiful sight. Ideas that had never really appealed to him before entered his mind.

The tentacles ensnaring the poor girl lowered her towards the ground, until she was eye level with his enormous cock. He pressed it against her chest and grabbed each of her pillowy globes, rubbing them against the monstrous head of his shaft. Then he began thrusting hard, fucking her tits, both his flesh and steel hand gripping her breasts tightly as the head of his cock slammed against her chest.

"N-No!" Ylf screamed, trying in vain to pull herself away from the beast. She felt the hot cock press between her breasts, the warmth shooting through her sensitive, soft flesh. She could feel every last pulse as it coursed through the enormous member, a sensation that (despite her attempts to hide it) left her with a watering mouth and a sensation of tightness deep within her body.

As Kerith began to pound her tits mercilessly, Ylf began to wail. Her chest was repeatedly crashed into by the monsters huge cock, it was so degrading, it was so terrifying. All the young Albinnja could do was call futilely for Kerith to stop, and struggle fruitlessly, simply adding to the stimulation of the member...