Mina Kell 1 - Sex Stories

Mina Kell 1

*first story so let me know if you like it. Part 2 maybe?*

Mina walked slowly through the streets of the last city, her Shank, named "dog," followed with a bag of goods and salvage to trade. Two of her arms held another bag over her right shoulder. The left two hung loosely, occasionally having to push past the massive influx of humans and Eliksni in the bazaar. She stood a full head over the fenales, about half a head over most males. Her deep purlple skin was covered in brown and blue wrpapped robes that snuggly wrapped her torso and covered most of her mouth before wrapping arpund her head, hiding her 'hair', a stiff material more akin to quills, and her mouth peice that, in traditional Eliksni fasion, covered bith sides of her mouth and met at the middle.

Her wandering took her to the usual spot where a friendly face greeted her outside of a wide, one story terra cotta building with multiple doors and windows. This particular trading hub was owned by a human man named Jaffar. A tall, dark-skinned man with black hair and beard and a welcoming posture, Jafar quickly spied Mina in the crowd and ussured her inside to a table. Mina always traded with him, for he paid top price for her strange finds and was always pleasant company. Often, they shared a glass of a human drink called 'wine' that she loved, though could never afford. After all, any glimmer made during trade goes to the collective coffer of the Eliksni quarter and the House of Light. She would be given a ...

... small stipend, of course, but it was to help her people recover and grow. So she did not mind. She had no special skills, and her softer claws and skin made her too undesirebale to be a mother as many other females had become to raise their population. Besides, she got to meet so many fascinating people on her trips through the city, at least, where her pass allowed, and someone had to scavenge for trade, she told herself. She flashed her pass to the nearby guard that approached to legitimise her place there. Each trader was issued a pass to access certain areas and also to enforce cerfues. It was how the Last City managed its dance population of humans, and now Eliksni.

She entered Jafars building, The Travelers Trader, a very obvious play on names, and began discussing with him a price for her goods. He was always so kind and exuberant when he spoke to her, she thought. A lot of humans despised her kind, and the feeling was mutual back home in the Eliksni quarter. Yet he was excited and eyed her with wonder. As they discussed, she described the week it took to find the objects, the dangers she faced being outside of the walls, and how much her people always appreciated his glimmer, doing her best as always to speak like he did when haggling, to 'talk-him-up' as she had heard it said one time. Her voice was smooth and even, though, with what would be considered a Mediterranean accient. Human speech was difficult without her mouth peices translator kicking in when she fumbled ...