Dan Gibber made his way down the brightly painted streets of what used to be the Upper Wast Side of Manhattan, now since redistricted for the first Lurallian community earth side. Dan walked down the sidewalk, glancing at the street signs marked in Lurallian script first and then English.

2nd Ave, 70th st. This should be it.

Dan stood in front of an inner city cottage walled in by an airtight greenhouse. He rang the bell and waited, trying to peer through the frosted double doors. How the Lurallians managed to secure Lenox Hill as their own neighborhood was beyond him. He suspected they had been rather generous when they bargained with the city and Earth officials for it.

Generous or naïve. The alien civilization was still getting used to the temperamental, multiple -currency-based economy of Earth. They may well have agreed to pay several quadrillion dollars for the city block, not realizing how insanely overpriced the property was.

Finally, a small, green-skinned creature with large, pointed ears and a spotless silver jacket appeared at the door.

“Jer’ai al blurishta Earth? Bal’ishna reuzzni,” It said to him.

“Uhm…you wouldn’t be able to say that in English, please?” Duolingo had yet to develop a course for Lurallian, owing to the fact that the alien language contained sounds new to the human ear.

The small serving Luralli sighed and then spoke in a halting tongue.

“You…from Earth council? Bal’ishna…inside,” he pointed with his hand. Dan shook his two fists up and down with his thumbs on top, the standard Luralli gesture for affirmative. The butler showed him to the back garden.

The plants around the house ranged from towering behemoths to small fern-like stalks that grew out of what used to be a rich person’s mansion, now slowly getting reintegrated by the Luralli fauna. The greenhouse wasn’t for the plants’ sake, nor for the Luralli inhabitants. Indeed, the Luralli turned out to be so humanoid in physiology that their contact with Earth sparked new controversy around the panspermia debate. Aside from their green skin and several light-absorbing fins on their backs and arms, they resembled humans in nearly every form. The Luralli were just as surprised by this as well, having colonized several worlds in the Perseus Arm of the Milky Way, and had never seen anything as similar to them as humans.

Same taste for oxygen, same warm blood, even same methods of reproduction, mostly. The main difference between the two species was the structure of their society. While the human race was still grappling with digital and electronic systems, the Luralli used a stunning array of biological, organic technology to run everything from food production, to communication, even interstellar space travel.

That was the main reason for the thick green house walls surrounding the Lurallian Consulate’s house. The plants they relied on could not be trusted to keep from overrunning Earth’s ecosystem.

Finally, Dan wandered to the back of a garden where a shapely female Lurallian was tending to a bed of iridescent flowers, her wide,, round hips pointed straight at Dan.

“Ahem…Ms…uh…Consulate Bal’ishna?” Dan stuttered. The green-skinned woman turned and offered him a dazzling smile.

“Oh! You must be Councilmember Gibbers! I’ve been expecting you! Please, approach closer.”

Dan walked forward, just a little squeamish of some of the alien trees that groaned and moved away from him as he walked.

“I must say, your English is very well practiced,” said Dan. Always good to start with a compliment. “I’ve been struggling to get a grasp on Lurallian myself.”

“Yes, very few of you humans are picking it up. But most Lurallians, I’m sure you noticed, are having the same difficulty with your various languages. I’m a bit of an exception.”

She turned to Dan, towering over him by several inches. Her bright purple eyes stared into him. She wore a dazzling dress woven together with several patches of lichen that barely contained her shapely form. Dan forced himself to focus.

“I’m here to ask you a few questions on your official position on the Cooperation Treaty that’s being presented before the Earth and Luralli convention tomorrow. I was very pleased to hear that your …uhm…Jerrial…” he struggled for the Luralli word for leader, “…was favorable to the terms. But I understand you, specifically, had objections?”

“You heard right, little human,” Bal’ishna said, sweeping past him to examine a low-hanging vine with a bulbous red flower. “Jerrial Koriv believes that your computer systems and quantum knowledge could be useful to us, just as our metabotany could save your arrogant human butts from the mess you made with your planet’s climate.”

She shot Dan a wry look.

“As Head of the Luralli Botanists, I do not share his enthusiasm.”

Dan flustered. He knew the Luralli scientist, or whatever she called herself, would be a tough sale, but he wasn’t expecting this level of condescension.

“My people have made mistakes in the past, no doubt. But we are ready to move on. To face the future as two species moving together. We have so much in common, we must share some ancient celestial ancestor.”

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean we have to make the same mistakes as you monkeys did.”

Bal’ishna glanced sideways at Dan and reached for the plump red flower.

“You humans are exceedingly clever, but hardly very disciplined. You are still ruled by your base instincts, hence your horrific self-destruction and short-sightedness.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far…it’s just…that…uh…what are you doing?”

With a wave of her hand, Bal’ishna discarded her lichen robes and let her well-endowed alien breasts tumble free. With her other hand, she squeezed the red flower over her chest, letting a thick, sticky syrup squirt over her tits.

Dan watched, completely out of his element, until the aroma hit him. It was sweet and salty, while also containing a flavor that his human nose couldn’t quite place. He almost felt like he was back at college getting high on dope for the first time again.

“I’m proving a point,” Bal’ishna said with a grin. “This is a special aphrodisiac flower that the women of Lural use when they are ready to raise a litter of babies. The men don’t really have a choice in the matter. They smell the Furia sap, and their brain gets kicked into breeding mode. It’s very interesting that this affects human males the same way. And you even more so, considering you decided to fill all your positions of leadership with weak-willed males. Rather short-sighted in my opinion.”

Dan tried to listen, but he was having a hard time following the green woman’s speech. Really, he was just having a hard time period. His cock was rapidly expanding inside his expensive business pants, raging harder and larger than he had ever felt. The sap of the Furia was making Bal’ishna’s breast shimmer like they were covered in baby oil, the iridescent sheen captivating his gaze as her bust jiggled with her every breath.

“You see, it must be getting very hard to make any decisions when all your body really wants right now is sex, sex, and more sex. Is that right?”

“uhh…yes…yes, that’s right…”

“You may call me Executrix,” Bal’ishna said, swinging her chest back and forth as Dan’s head swiveled along.

“Yes…Executrix…”

“And, of course, you males, who can be so easily manipulated, shouldn’t be dictating public policy, not for your people and certainly not for my superior race, correct?”

“Y-yes…Executrix…” Dan felt like he should be objecting, but the only thing that he could really concentrate on was the driving need he had to sink his cock into something and just get off. It consumed his every thought.

“Hmmm…that sounds better.” She walked over to him and clumsily undid his fly, letting his hard cock spring out, pulsing in the balmy air. Dan almost groaned in relief.

“Follow me, silly human.”

Bal’isha turned and led Dan farther back into the garden. He followed along, feeling his cock magnetized to the alien’s shapely backside.

The tall alien walked up to a podium holding a weighty flower with two large pods pressed together, surrounded by a neat bush of petals. A single slit ran down vertically between the pods. The odor of the flower invaded Dan’s nose, filling him with mindless lust.

“This specimen here is just one of the Lurallian secrets that your foolish cooperation treaty would put in the hands of squalid humans. It is a rather potent flower that could easily spell doom for your species, as it almost did with mine, before the women of Lural learned how to properly use it.”

She picked up the plant by its potted base and brought it straight under Dan’s nose. His eyes fluttered, smelling the rich pollen. He grunted and began to pant. His whole head was filled with pornographic visions of humans and Luralli bowing down and fornicating to the divine flower.

“You can feel the effects, can’t you?” Bal’ishna grinned. “Like all of your brains just dropped down into your balls. Believe it or not, the Botanists of Lural were an offshoot of the early cult that worshipped this flower. Eventually, we learned how to use its very…persuasive properties to secure power for ourselves and to quell dissent. That doesn’t bother you, of course, does it?”

“uhhh…” Dan slurred, staring wide-eyed at the flower that seemed to call out of his cock. That made his thoughts disappear like quicksand.

“I didn’t think so but smelling it is just the beginning! Wait until I do this…

Bal’ishna gently pushed Dan back onto a wicker work chair, letting his cock jut upwards. Dan gaped helplessly as she placed the flower pot down between his legs. The flower stirred and swayed, as if honing in on some elusive scent, and then slowly leaned down over Dan’s cock, engulfing his shaft in the silky soft folds.

“oh..OH!” Dan was drifting in a sea of euphoria as the flower began to milk and squeeze his cock, begging for his cum. He wanted to get to his feet and leave, but he dared not disturb the flower that was giving him so much inconceivable pleasure. The more he relaxed, the better it felt.

“Yes…the Hunidan flower feeds on the reproductive juice of the male Luralli, and, oddly enough, on the sperm of humans, as well. It’s had aeons of evolution to figure out the very best way to use your own urges against you. Thank Lura that the girls on our planet figured out how to turn its seductive properties against our men, or they might have gone and done something stupid, like sign a cooperation treaty with you dumb-as-fuck humans.”

Bal’ishna glanced to the side.

“Isn’t that right, Jerrial Koriv?”

From the corner of the garden came another wicker work chair, moving on tentacle-like roots and carrying a Luralli male with his dick caught in a Hunidan flower of his own. He nodded submissively, his eyes as empty as his head. Beyond the thin curtain of hanging vines and flowers were another dozen ambassadors and consulates, both humans and Luralli (all male), drifting in a rapturous trance as the Hunadi pods sucked away their minds through their cocks.

“Good. Now, gentlemen,” Bal’ishna said, pulling up a chair, letting her tits hang luxuriously from her gown as she addressed the helpless group of men. “Let’s have a good long chat about how you’re going to change that pesky little treaty you’re voting on tomorrow.”

The males chorused in both languages.

“Yes…Executrix.”