Incubation, Chapter 3
#3 of Incubation
Incubation
Chapter 3
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Andrew Kendall, one of the first humans traveling farther than the dark side of the moon. The crew of the "Hummingbird", the first terrestrial vessel that left our solar system at a speed greater than light, was captured and taken as hosts by an alien race in the most brutal and humiliating ways possible: rape. By luck (or guidance of faith) Andy has been able to establish contact to the alien possessing his body, unlike the rest of his crew. Most of his comrades already floated weightless in a room without a door, bare all light, smell and other sensations; a prison holding their consciousness captured within their own mind. The rest was still waiting for their doom - their rapist - to enter the physical cells confining them, and take their dignity, their virginigy, and the freedom of their soul.
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Joined
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He had to fight with himself to not try to break through the barriers himself. He forced himself to remember that he lost his relations to Toumal, a catastrophy would happen. What he did not know was that his feelings were exactly right this time.
Toumal's anger and grief did not vanish - but a short rest, basking in the cool flames, soothed his temper. He wondered about the human. Not only had he provoked one of the most rare emotions inside him - fear and sadness - but he also had not even banged against the walls in his brain once. Toumal could feel that he was not even listening, or looking through the crack in the barriers that was impossible to close. Had he given up? "Hardly," he reminded himself, "after all he wants to live, like everyone and everything else."
He found it amusing that this last thought alone would be enough to sentence him to death.
Another emotion welled up in his stomach. Loneliness. The orca swatted his beak with his right hand, seeking to clear his thoughts by pain. It was already too late, and he knew it. He had grown to get used to the voice of his host. Damn this human. Damn his impulsive ways, his strange curiosity that was so much like his own. He wanted to hate him, but couldn't.
He knew all emotions from his inherited experience, of course. Feeling those emotions personally was a completely different matter however. The mingling with his father that he had experienced a few hours ago was still very fresh and vivid in his memory. He shuddered at the thought of the almost primal will-power of his host overwhelming him, the passionate mating thereafter. It was strange - why did the human do this? Was he seeking revenge from the one who had taken him? If so, why didn't he try to kill or attack Tapesh? The images him himself licking his father's neck and beak flashed before his eyes, and he could not deny the arousal in his veins, the swelling in his trunks. He lay there in the soothing massage of the flames, thinking about how passionate, how loving that had been. Why? Oh why?
He succumbed to his curiosity and his impulses.
Andy gasped for air as he felt his senses fill his awareness with smells, images and sounds again.
He was free again. Had Toumal regained trust in him?
"Toumal?"
No response.
"Please, talk to me."
"Yes?"
"What will happen to my comrades?"
Toumal felt anger well up - then he suddenly wondered. He knew he was probably going to die along with him, yet he asked about the other humans?
"With luck, they will live. Imprisoned - but they will live."
The former prisoner fell silent.
"Andrew... tell me, why did you do this?"
"Do what?"
"During the mingling with Tapesh"
"Who?"
"My FATHER. The one who... took you.. back in that cell"
"Oh. Hmm..."
Andy slowly realized that he was lying in those cold, blue fire. He saw that he was once more in that orca-form, wearing those strange black shorts, -and that he had a hardon.
"I... I dunno. It was so... Gods, I'm so ashamed of myself."
"Why?"
"Damnit, I screwed another male! Oh you aliens make me sick."
"You feel perfectly well at the moment."
"I meant psychologically. I can't believe I did that. I mean, you started it - but then it felt so strange, so.."
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
Andy felt his face run hot - a reaction invisible on his face due to the fact that his face could not redden in shame - and
stammered "I didn't... uh.."
His eyes fixed on his own erection.
"Oh, shit."
"You licked my father's face..."
"I did?"
"Yes, you did. And you did more than just mingle: you mated him with... well, passion. I thought you hated us."
"I hate you alright."
That didn't even sound convincing to Andy himself. Toumal on the other hand felt awkward: He had nothing to loose. In fact, he expected to be imprisoned and executed by the end of the day. Yet he was wasting his remaining hours talking to his host. Wasn't it a ridiculous waste of time? He remembered both his and Andy's pleasure which he felt in the mingling, and decided that it was probably not the worst way of spending your remaining time. After all, he sported a raging hardon just from thinking about it...
"Okay, so you hate us. Then it probably won't change a thing if I do this..."
Toumal took control of his right hand, and pulled down the waistband of his only clothing, making his cock jump straight up. All of the gorgeous 11 inches stood proud in the blue flames, the soft fuzzy massage of the cold fire stimulating the skin ever so gently.
Andy gasped, the rest of his body -which he still had control over- writhed on the bed. He watched himself in a nearby mirror, the sleek yet muscled body pleasuring itself.
"What.. uuhhhnn... are you doing?"
"I want to spend my last hours with you. Do you know why?"
"I.. uh-"
"I like you..." The right hand gently brushed over the erect prick, over the sensitive head, "...and I want to make you feel good, too."
"You - you like me?"
"It sounds strange, I know." It even sounded strange to himself, he noticed, "...but I like you."
Andy's thoughts were reeling. Did that think really mean it? And even if it did, what did that mean to him? He was still ashamed of what had happened. Still, the pleasure...
It was this pleasure that came from his maleness, which made him raise his left hand and gently grasp his right hand.
It was the first physical contact between him and Toumal.
It might well be their last, he realized.
Andy started to sob.
"Why are you crying, Andrew?"
"I.. I just never felt that way before. Nobody ever said such things to me. I was lonely all my life... and now that this loneliness ends, my life ends... It's not fair!!"
He begged to Toumal "Please, let us try to escape. We can still try to flee to my homeworld. We could warn my people, we don't ... have to..."
Toumal grasped their shaft, slowly stroking up and down on it.
"It is hopeless, and we both know it. They would catch us before we were even able to leave this system, they.."
Andy's eyes watered, tears running down his beak and wettening the alien fabric of his bed.
"Shhh... Don't be afraid of death. We will be together."
Andy's sobs died down a little and turned into gasps, and his left hand brushed over Toumal's, which was jacking off themselves in gentle, loving motions.
"Together?"
"Yes."
He smiled weakly, his body still shaking with sobs. In a way, this may not be the worst way to die, he thought.
The hand controlled by the alien received support by the other hand. The added strength of two hands going up and down on their shaft added to the sensation. Andy closed his eyes, head turning left and right in pleasure as they were masturbating their shared cock - together.
"Please tell me, did you enjoy being taken by my father?"
All the shame was gone. No hiding, no denial, only trust. And truth.
"Yes."
Their heart jumped in joy.
"I never felt that.. uh.. myself." Toumal huffed, interrupted by his own pumping. "How did it feel?"
Andy saw an apparatus holding several vials. He wordlessly reached above him, grasping a long, medium-thick vial filled with yet another strange, red-colored liquid. The smell of the sealed opening reminded him of exotic flowers. He licked the round bottom and then snaked the slickened substitute past his legs, to his rear.
The phallic vial was pressed against his asshole, parting his entrance with ease, the cool glass sliding deep into his bowels. Toumal writhed, his jerking motions becoming erratic. He felt Andy's consciousness expanding, sharing his control over the right hand while at the same time opening up for him. Toumal and Andy pulled out the glass instrument in unison. They both increased the pace of their right hand's fucking. They both moaned and gasped, pushing the cold and incredibly stimulating vial back inside, and then out again. Deeper and deeper the vial invaded, faster and faster they masturbated. Each time the cold glass nudged at their prostate and Andy's fingers pressed against their balls, they both let out a tiny little cry of pleasure. Toumal felt something else happening too: Andy was embracing him in his mind. His consciousness hugged him, and he started to return the embrace. Their souls intertwined while the orca on the bed was pleasing himself with his right hand, and fucking himself using a perfume vial as a dildo.
Just before their peak, Toumal started to feel afraid. They were loosing themselves within each other! He felt themselves dissolve, their identities vanish. He panicked, and released his embrace.
A cold shock hit them both as their souls parted again.
A heartbeat thereafter, they came together. A low churr emanated from their throat as a thick stream of their semen was flinged high up, before splashing down on their belly again, making their anus contract around the cold vial. More and more of the white liquid came gushing down on their white skin, covering most of the chest and escaping at the sides of their body and running down their hairless crotch.
They lay there, draining the last of the seed out of their balls, and basking in the afterglow.
Andy slid a hand through the large mess on his stomach and chest, spreading their cum even more and loving the feeling of slick cum against smooth skin.
"Toumal?"
"Hmmm?"
Andy looked around at the sparse furniture of their room.
"Your quarters are pretty empty. I really think you should..."
Then he remembered how obsolete the things he just had said were.... and started to sob, crying again.
"Oh, Andrew.. I'm so sorry."
"Don't... It's not your fault. I'm glad I got to know you. Oh.. please call me Andy."
"Andy.."
"Toumal, would you laugh at me for saying something really foolish?"
"No Andy. What is it you want to tell me?"
"I... I love you."
A warm glow of joy lit up in their mind as their souls shined for each other.
"I love you too, Andy."
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Rules
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Drodge was in his jethrill-form, the form he had worn most of his long life. It was the form the race of his host had hated most - an insectoid-like being with feeble wings and thin, fragile extremities which were armed with incredibly sharp talons.
Drodge was a supervisor, a responsible being who had the trust of the leading cast. His obedience knew no limits. He was one of the guardians of the forbidden archives, and had never opened his eyes within these forsaken halls, not even peeking through the ugly, vertical slits of his closed eyes. He despised the aliens they found and took as hosts. He also hated the recend boom of new shapes and forms on the streets, images they had found in that damned vessel that had almost exploded in a fusion blast - a catastrophy which would have reduced their number even futher, no doubt about it.
He tapped into the great audience hall, and kneeled before his masters.
Five figures, glowing in light and sitting on thrones arranged in a half-circle.
The middle being raised, motioning Drodge to stand up. He looked at the supreme leader, the slim and slender figure of him was glowing with pure white. The face was pale and featureless, tiny blue eyes looked down at him from the 10 feet tall creature. Compared to his masters, Drodge looked like a mere bug - which indeed he was.
"My dear Drogde, we have an important assignment for you. It is a matter of the utmost importance, and we trust your judgement."
He nodded obediently and eagerly. The leader looked back at his brothers, and waved a hand. A picture appeared floating beneath him, and a strange gun-like object floated towards them from behind him.
"You will have to assume this form. " He motioned at the floating image next to him as he said that.
"...and you will take this weapon with you."
The weapon landed gently within Drodge's claws, who grinned at his master in joy. He was eager to please, and would not fail. He had never failed them before.
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Promises
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The human was lying naked in his cell trying to sleep, but failing. Little did he know about the fact that he was actually one of the last untouched humans from the crew of the Hummingbird. He was on this flight by pure coincidence, called in and granted clearance in a single day. He was only a substitute - if it weren't for a colleague to have caught a flu, he'd never left his planet. His home. Strange, he thought. If it weren't for this... incident, he would probably think of his country as his home, not the planet.
He was actually not the first choice for this project, and if it weren't for the tight schedule, the screening of his life and personal habits would have revealed that he was, in fact, not quite like the others. He was a furry, and his night life consisted of online roleplaying. Most of these adventures were of a sexual nature. And all of them involved fantasy creatures, crossbreeds between humans and animals. And most of them were male..
His attempts to think pleasant thoughts were interrupted as the wall opposite of the featureless window moved: it opened and slid upwards!
He scrambled backwards and watched in horror as a pair of feet appeared.
The feet weren't human. They were thick like treetrunks, and had blunt but large claws. The door revealed a huge, muscled body, which had a green and spiked shell on the back as well as a thick tail with spikes protruding from it's end. The chest was rippling with muscles, covered with smooth looking and lightly sweaty, rich skin. Hanging from the body was a monstrous phallus, ready and erect, with two grapefruit-sized balls hanging from a leathery sack.
Massive arms came into view, decorated with spiked wristbands. A leather collar with metal spikes hugged the alien's throat tightly. Finally the door had opened fully. A huge, red-haired and horned head peered down at the naked human, who shook visibly in fear. The beast grinned, showing off a set of viciously-looking teeth. The skin around it's eyes and the back of the head was dark green, while the snout had the same pasty color as the creature's belly. All in all it looked much like a cross between a giant turtle and a dragon.
The human gasped, it looked just like...
A black hand grabbed the beast's shoulder from behind.
"Zhaaphto shopeo, grrksho."
The human rubbed his eyes, the voice belonged to a large, walking orca.. and it was talking!
"Mmmmrepavatasho nup tedfa ra... ukophrosh.." the dragon-turtle replied. Then the orca said something again:
"Tef, uksem lorsh."
He did not understand a word of this glibberish. He was scared to his bones. "My god! What are they?" he thought.
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Tapesh had followed Shopeo to the cells where the last humans were being held. He had to act now, and his best chances he hoped to have with his father. He had found him just in time, the human had not yet been taken.
"Father Shopeo, wait."
"Mmm.. not now son... He's mine..."
"Please, it's urgent."
Reluctantly, the alien took his eyes off the object of it's desires, the naked human who was kneeling on the cold floor, eyes wide open in shock. He walked out of the cell, murring angrily. "It better be important, son"
The orca touched a symbol on a control panel and nodded to the human, closing the door again.
The human blinked... What did that nod mean?
Shopeo stomped off, with Tapesh close behind him.
"So, what is so important?"
"It is a matter of life and death. I'm afraid words won't tell"
"Ah, a mingling then?"
"Please, father."
The dragon-turtle breathed noisily.
"Well.. why not. I enjoy minglings anyway. I'll take the human later then.." A clawed paw took the orca's hand, placing it on his rump, "Besides, this new form of mine has not been taken from behind yet anyway."
He smiled at his son and led him to his quarters.
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Prosecution
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A chime interrupted the sleep both Toumal and Andrew had dozed off to. They opened their eyes in time to see Tapesh walk through the door.
They scrambled up from the bed, which made Andy notice that they were still covered in their own cum. Tapesh on the other hand was wearing a silk black robe tied around his waist. He smiled at them.
Tapesh hesitated, and looked at them in a curious way.
"Is that you? Damn... it's good to see you alive..."
Andy gasped - he was speaking english!! It was... Could it be -
"Mark?"
"Yes, it's me!"
Andy's awareness glowed in joy and he involuntarely took control of his body, jumping from the bed and approaching the other orca. Toumal however recognized the subtle signs of his own species, and immediately knew who was standing there. He tried to warn his lover, but Andy was deaf to his thoughts for a moment. He did not notice the other alien to reach under it's robe until it was too late.
"Mark! Oh, you're..."
A weapon. He knew it was a weapon that was now pointing at him, despite the fact that he had never before seen one like it.
The orca before him smiled cruelly as Toumal/Andy stopped dead in their tracks.
"So it is true. You released your host."
Toumal tried to save what was not to be saved anymore.
"No Drodge, I just.."
"Be quiet!" He motioned at Toumal's still-wet chest, "There is more than enough evidence to eradicate the stain of your existance from our world." His form grew, wings spreading out as he involuntarely changed, basking in the rush of his power, his authority. "You have pleasured yourself, this is the first evidence."
Horns sprouted from his head, his snout elongated into a dragon's maw. "Two beings share your body, that is the second."
His skin turned deep red, muscles bulging from his taloned arms as his voice raised to a shrieking pitch, completely lost in his own righteousness. The traitor would be punished, yes.
"I judge you unfit to service our community, and shall execute you for the good of our species!"
The large dragon raised the weapon, a talon encircling the trigger.
Toumal and Andy closed their eyes in unison, inhaling the sweet air for the last time, and awaiting the end.
A hiss, and then a shot. A bright flash. Howling.
Death?
They opened their eyes again, and found themselves elated from the deepest of fears to the highest joy: Standing in the door was a wolf.
"I told you to keep your thoughts to yourself, but I already though you'd tell a supervisor straight into the face. You'd make one hell of a diplomat, you know..."
"Rashak!!!" Toumal exclaimed - and then looked at the dragon lying motionless on the floor before him.
The wolf smiled, holding up a strange device. "We only stunned him."
"We?" Toumal asked, confused.
"Yes. I and...well," the wolf's muzzle wrinkled in a sly grin, "my host."
The orca's maw opened in astonishement.
"You.. you too.. ?"
"Yes. My name is *****" - a strange hissing and glurring sound, which neither Toumal nor Andy were able to understand, "Tell me, what your name, host?"
Andy wearily replied "I'm Andrew Kendall"
"Wow.." the wolf exclaimed, "that's one weird name!"
Andy chuckled. That chuckle turned into a relaxing laugh. It was his first laughing on this planet. He was even happier to see the canine giggle too as he stepped in, sealing the door behind him.
"What do we do with him?" Andy poked the unconscious dragon.
"Did you know that he is the guardian of the forbidden chamber? He spent half of his life in there, never looking, never reading. I saw him execute a brother before, he liked it so much that he transformed without himself noticing - so great is his hunger for power."
"But... you can't kill him! He's a brother nonetheless"
"Don't worry, we won't kill him. But we have to do something with him, and we'll need your help."
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Drodge groaned and gurgled. He shook his head, looked around - and felt dizzy. He felt himself on his back, and not in is usual form. He tried to move his clawed hands, and found that he couldn't. He was lying on his back, arms tied apart and legs forced to spread high into the air by long restraints, forcing him to stay in a humiliatingly vulnerable position. He was naked, his ass and sheath fully exposed. Something was genuinely wrong, he realized. A cold sensation on his head startled him. It was his gun, held up against his head by someone outside his view.
"I would not think about changing if I were you."
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!? I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD, YOU ALIEN SCUM!!"
A wolf appeared in his field of view.
"Rashak? Oh, I knew you were one of the traitors."
The wolf smiled in a particulary evil way, his form starting to become strangely blurred as he changed. The furred arms molded to a feathered form, as did the rest of his body. Rashak murred as a pointed beak protruded from his face, a pair of powerful wings spreading behind his back. Paws lost their fur, and the blunt claws sharpened to talons. Andy almost lost the gun he was holding. He licked his lips at the magnificent sight of the anthropomorphic eagle walking towards Drodge's exposed rear. Drodge's tail, which was hanging downwards from the rear edge of the bed quivered.
The eagle chuckled, a taloned claw rubbing his own shaft, making a long, pink cock slide out of it's hide.
"I hear you don't like to mingle with your brothers, Drodge.."
"I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEAD!!!"
"No, you will have my memories, my experiences."
The look on the dragon's face became worried - even afraid. Andy grinned as he felt a bit naughty, and sat down to the right side of where Drodge lay. Toumal murred as he watched Andy use his right hand to rub over the dragon's sheath, feeling the thick cock hidden securely within it. "Oh yes.. that's a good idea, mmmm..." he said to Andy in his thoughts.
Drodge however was clearly loosing his "superiority"... the situation was not in his hands, something he had not experienced often.
"I will NOT accept knowledge of the forbidden words. I will die before reading these forsaken texts!!"
"No, my dear... you will not die." Rashak and his host chuckled unisono, their cock hardening rapidly. Although only as thick as human genitals, it's length of 14 inches made the desired impression on his victim. "But you will learn about the forbidden words, whether you like it or not. I will enter you, fuck you, and spill my seed inside of you Dredge, and you won't be able to do anything about it."
"NOOO!!! YOU TRAITOR! DIE!! YOU WILL ALL DIE FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!"
The eagle laughed deeply and aimed at the dragon's asshole. He was still laughing as his cocktip pressed against the ring of muscles which Drodge tried to clench shut in vain. The feathered hips pushed forward in a gentle, smooth, yet determined move, the pointed cockhead easily invading the dragon's last defenses. He hilted himself in a single go, content to just push inch after inch into the unwilling anus. Drodge screamed on top of his lungs. As the avian phallus brushed against his prostate, his screams died down apruptly and he gasped. A black cockhead slid from the dragon's sheath, and was immediately greeted by the gentle, yet unmerciful cetacean hand of Andy and Toumal. Their face showed a grin when their ministrations caused the thick, veined rod to fully emerge and they were finally able to grasp the gorgeous prize, the orca's own pole standing proud and erect.
The eagle pulled his obscenely long tool out of the draconian ass, only keeping the head inside. With a brutal thrust, his hips impaled the helpless Drodge on him again who gasped for air. It was not only the damn dick in his ass that had caused him to gasp - he wanted to slit his own throat and kill himself because... he felt pleasure.
The dragon's body writhed as his cock was the second organ to emanate intense pleasure: Andrew was giving him a thorough handjob, giggling all the time.
"My oh my.." Rashak teased him, "...you may be stupid, but you're one hot fuck. And that dragon form of yours... Mmm, and I thought you despised the new forms the humans taught us..."
"I... You goddamn... Uhhnn..."
"Ooh, I can't understand what you're saying. Maybe I should fuck you harder? Like.... THIS!"
The eagle's wings started beating the air as Rashak dug his talons hard into Drodge's scaly legs, grunting out aloud while ramming himself into that tight and hot ass of him. Andrew and Toumal gasped as the black dick in their hand started spurting pre, big white gobs of that slick liquid.
"Ah... Mmmmnhh... Haaahhh... ohhh... Mrmpf.. Aahh.."
The horned head thrashed around in extasy, his will crumbling at the feeling of that terrifying phallus reaming his ass, his own muscles gripping the invader hard - and at the feeling of those damned, silky-smooth hands working at his own cock.
"Yes.. you're a tight fuck... Drodge... and so... damn sexy... as a dragon... Mmm..."
The bed, despite being anchored to the floor securely, croaked in time with the eagle's powerful thrusts. Each time the brown hips rammed the long shaft into the dragon like a jackhammer, a creaky noise came from the bed's base.
Toumal suggested something to Andrew, who smiled at the idea. Without stopping to jerk off the black, pre-slickened rod he leaned close to Drodge's head, whispering dirty and humiliating things into his ears. "You like being fucked.. don't you, little dragon? Oh, what a good boy you are, taking all of his length... I'm so proud of you."
He licked the sweaty snout, tasting the salty drops on his skin.
"Cum... you know you can't resist. You want to cum... spill your seed as he fills you. Mmm, your cries sound just like you're a host who's being taken. Cum, my little dragon... Cum..."
The poor victim of their assaults did not need any further encouragement. His wings buffeted uselessly against the orca at his side as the black pole spewed a thick rope of cum which splatted over his own chest, face and head. Again and again the veined hose sprayed cum, the quantity astonishing even Toumal. The dragon's anus clenched at Rashak's raping cock, sending him over the edge as well. The eagle shrieked and exploded deep within his delicate insides. His experiences, his memories flowed freely from his shaft into the intestinies which were spasming rythmically, milking even more from him.
Andy stood up, and collected a good amount of the dragon's seed in his hand. Never letting the gun leave the dragon's head, he leaned close to Drodge's snout, pouring a large quantity of the seed into the open maw. Before the tied down victim could even react, the cetacean's maw engulfed the toothy mouth in a french kiss, keeping him from spitting out the cum. He gagged, he fought, he writhed - and swallowed his own spunk.
Rashak produced a mean-looking apparatus from a nearby desk without pulling out of him and grinned. "Oh... that was good, Drodge. Now you'll need a little sleep."
He pressed the thing against the read, scaley leg and pressed a button. A mean hiss sounded, and immediately thereafter the dragon went completely limp - except for his maleness, which was still spurting tiny streaks of semen.
Toumal dropped the gun on the floor and raised from his kiss, cum trailing down his beak and over his belly. He was rock hard.
"We will have to take care of your hardon later, I'm afraid."
"Don't worry, we'll live. That was fun..." Andy chuckled.
The eagle smiled, tentatively humping the unconscious dragon a few times before pulling out reluctantly.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." The two beings within Rashak did not know who was actually talking now, but in a way it did not matter.
"How many... hosts have been released?" Toumal asked.
"Oh, quite a few. There's lots of mingling going on right now - a lot more than usual. We spread the word."
"The word?" Andy asked?
"The forbidden word. The word we have from the forbidden chamber. Who did you think had broken into the chamber?"
Toumal's face went wide. "Y-"
"No silly, not me. Come on, I'll show you."
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Care
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He was being fed regularely since the first day he woke up in this confinement. He knew they didn't want to kill him -yet. Their plans were completely unknown to him. Until now.
The human jumped as the door of his cell opened again.
It was him.
He now remembered where he knew him from, where he had seen this strange creature, long before his spaceflight. He remembered a video game -as well as certain erotic drawings of the same character. He once fantasized about...
The muscled dragon-turtle looked straight into his eyes, and walked towards him. His cock was not fully erect, but in a slightly aroused state. The human stayed, sitting on the floor - torn between fear and admiration.
Heavy feet stomped and came to stop just in front of him. It looked down at him. He looked up at it.
The knees buckled. What was it doing?
It knelt, and sat down before him. The human noticed that there was no menace in it's face. Not anymore.
"This is for you."
The strong creature extended it's arms, covering the human's nakedness with an incredibly soft blanket and wrapping it around him. His mouth fell open, both at the gratious act and the perfect english.
"I know you have many questions. We have to talk."
Since there was no reaction from the poor being other than him cuddling into the blanket, Shopeo asked
"Does my form terrify you?"
The human swallowed, shuddered... but croaked "N-No."
A red-furred eyebrow went up. "Aww, come on."
"I am afraid... b-but... I.."
A smile, one that made the human swallow - and his cock stir under the warm cushioning fabrik he was rolled into.
"Do you like it?"
He nodded weakly, trying to return the smile. Shopeo's eyes widened. The words in the chamber were true. They really were.
A muscled arm was placed on the naked shoulder, rubbing him in a gentle way. It seemed so impossible to the poor human, this magnificent beast - a sculpture of male strength and virility - simply caressing his back and shoulder.
"I will try to explain everything. This will take some time, so please listen carefully."
The human nodded again, the fear subsiding slowly.
(End of Chapter 3)