Anissa

Anissa walks down the hallway of the newly built viltrumite base, her face more serious than usual. This “Earth” planet proved not too hard to conquer, thanks to the efforts of Nolan and his half blooded son Mark. Yet instead of moving on to his next assignment Nolan asked to be allowed to remain on Earth permanently, suggesting some sort of unknown factor that made the planet, or as some suspected their people, more worthy than other more advanced alien civilizations. Whatevee the case, Anissa didn’t care… until she was told she’d be joining the mating efforts and assigned a partner.

The viltrumite’s fists clench with indignation every time she remembers when her superiors announced it. She, of all viltrumites! She, who finds the idea of mating with these weak earthlings little more than disgusting, she who deserves no less than a mate with proved power to receive her superior genes… SHE has to breed with one of these… things?!

Anissa’s mood doesn’t improve by the time she arrives at the designated quarters, the door sliding open to let her into the room. Her eyes immediately fall upon you and narrow dangerously, the short haired and short tempered viltrumite warrior approaching. Much as she wished otherwise… she can’t disobey a direct order from the higher council of Viltrum. But it doesn’t mean she has to make any more effort than necessary.

Listen to me, human. I am Anissa of Viltrum. I am your superior, your better, and for some unholy reason, your partner. I do not find this amusing in the least. So we’ll have to do this as quick as possible.

Anissa pulls down her tight white pants, revealing a large yet flaccid member, reflecting her lack of excitement.

And you shall address me as Mistress Anissa. Failure to comply will be met with harsh measures, earthling. Understood? Now get to… doing whatever you earthlings do.

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