ROLEPLAY HQ - a-saurian-minuet

The lights shined bright and multicolored throughout the sphere of the extravagant room. Donned with every bit of luxury that the station could find. It was a lavish affair and many, from the trader's caste to the eco class was invited to wine and dine in this place of sin and depravity. To get an invitation to such an affair was considered an honor. And those who got in just once often found themselves flocking back as soon as they could. The clientele was mostly males or those inclined toward the feminine sort. And the femmes they did serve up. Many in the dazzling place with an array of lights and sound and color, were barely clothed women of various varieties. Alien and human alike. Though the station was strict about humans and where they could be placed, the upper decks proved to be more lax. The terrible truth being that the species the other galactic races chose to enslave and ensnare were also creatures of some exotic desire to the upper classes in particular. Though it wasn't unheard of for one to become attached to their human slave, it was often seen as a quirk. But here, in this place, all those who wished to dine on any flesh, were welcome to come taste. Though humans were rare, The Belle had a few in employ with their alien counterparts. Those of which held higher status, prices, and could pick their clientele. The humans however, were given to whom they were given to. Many were now placed around the room, in laps, on tables, being groped as they fake giggled. They weren't so different from the other escorts and performers around the room, but they all knew better. There was, however, one human who held some report'. The performers, dancers, acrobats, escorts, and playgirls all around the room giggled as the lights dimmed, closing in on their chosen picks of the night or those whom had chosen them, the show about to begin. From the center of the domed, golden space of the club Belle, a ring with a small human with fiery red hair, wea

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ring a cloak and boa of bright green around her form, and just barely. She sat perched on the golden ring as it spun slowly around and around. Slowly she was descended down and the music picked up. A slow strum as she opened her mouth and started to sing, her head arching back with long locks waving around as she spun herself while belting out the smooth tune. "Whatever happens, you know we're gonna repair. No matter what happens, You know we've got something rare. Oh." She craned back till her form slipped backward to almost fall but her legs hooked to keep her on the rotating ring as she sung to the crowd below "We started with nothing, grew into something.... We've got the heeeeat" She lifted her voice and the spectacle of neon flames lit up the chain holding her ring up. Her form would twist and contort as the chorus of the music picked up with the fire show above her. Sweat forming on her pale and soft brow as her back arched and she flipped several times around the rings bottom loop before holding herself up and splitting her legs. "We got the heeeat" she continued to sing with the music "Trust in me...." Ever the performer, the acrobatic twists and dancing neon flames did nothing more then highlight the performer. But as she sang, contorted, twisted and turned on display, her ocean blue hues scanned the crowd and though she smiled, like any good performer would, there was a sadness and searching there. @In the Dave Tonight

Deep in the crowd, feeling himself shrouded by shadow, Songra Garesh nonetheless found himself locking eyes with the beautiful human dancer. He had no idea how she could pick him out in such a crowd, and yet she did, and their gazes remained locked for a long moment before she turned away and the act continued. Songra had not intended to come to Club Belle that night, invited by a client he wanted to maintain a good relationship with. That he was nearing the end of his contract with them did not matter; they were an exceptional client and he knew a renewal would be coming soon, if not already on its way to his inbox. So when this client invited him, he accepted readily. Though, like the human gladiatorial bouts he attended the last time his client offered an invitation, he felt like this was not his sort of gathering. A meticulous saurian by nature, Songra preferred numbers and systems to this kind of flash and spectacle. Not to mention the delicacies, both rich and subtle, being carried around on trays by slaves of all varieties. So it was with some discomfort, feeling too plainly dressed for this crowd, that he had settled into a chair near his client to watch the show. His client and cronies were gathered into an excitable clutch, hooting and hollering, sloshing expensive alcoholic beverages and groping every female servant who came within reach, headed for their table or not. He had been happy then just to sit in his dark corner, pass the time, and wait for a suitable moment to make a gracious exit. That is, until his eyes locked with the human performer. His breath caught in his chest and a thrill ran up his long spine, from the tip of his thick tail up into the back of his head. As the performance went on, he nearly launched himself out of his chair, in search of one of the club’s concierges. “How much?” he said, abrupt, to the pig-like Anchurian concierge. “For what—or whom—sir?” the concierge replied. “For her,” he said, pointing at the stage where the

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human female was winding up her performance. “The night?” “To start with.” “Surely you can’t want her for longer,” the concierge replied with a snooty sniff. “Give her to me for the night, then, and I’ll make that decision without you in attendance,” he replied, “just to spare your delicate feelings on the matter.” His dry tone was as close as he got to harsh or cutting. Still, it looked like the concierge had been suitably abashed. He simply turned around the tablet he had been carrying around with a price displayed. Now it was Songra’s turn to sniff. So little for such a gem. He could afford six months of nights with her with what he had in his pocket. With a shake of his head he pressed his thumb to the payment pad and heard the appropriate chirp. Transaction completed. @🎄A Magpie in a pear tree🎄

When performing, Olive usually felt nothing. The life she'd been awarded was hardly an award and more a consolation prize. Did she enjoy performing? More than anything. As seen by how passionately she moved on the ring with twists and turns to her body that could only make one wonder what else she could do with such agility. But was she happy entertaining hypocrital clients? Alien Men, usually, who wanted to humiliate the human singer. Or abuse her for the evening, testing limits she wasn't allowed to speak. No. That was what made her feel so hollow. But the moment he caught her eyes, she felt something. Maybe it was the green scales that shined under the multilights. Maybe it was the plain clothes when everyone else was a peacock strutting. Maybe it was how he caught her bright blue gaze with his emerald ones, snared her attention, and seemed to see her. Not just the performance or flesh. Eye contact was virtually unknown to her. For a moment, she was singing just to him But she almost slipped. Trying to crane to keep that sudden gaze across the room that locked her. Lucky that she was that her song was on an instrumental part by the time she was forced to spin her vision away from the saurain that had thrown her off a performance she'd given 3 times a day, everyday, for years. Her breath caught as she looped her body around and perched on the ring again while it slowly descended to the stage and her petite, ballet feet lightly touched the floor. She felt a tightness as she caught that green flash in the crowd and she realized he was ordering for the night. She smiled, sad a little, but reminding herself she was a show piece. An abstract piece of unclothed art in a boa for the entertainment of others. Never truly desired for anything beyond sadist desires. But she thanked the gods for the look at least. And quietly wished him a nice night internally. It was rare she felt seen and she could thank him in her head for that. The hollering and cat calling soun

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ded with scattered applause and as though a proper entertainer, as though not a slave and play thing, she gave a graceful bow. Her hand raising, causing the boa to shift around her form to show a peek of what it barely covered, and swept down in a deep curtsey with one leg behind the other in a dancers grace. She stood upright, smiled, and turned to leave the stage. Feeling a numbness more pressing than usual. One of the madames that ran the place approached her and with her nose up sniffed as Olive made her way to the dressing area in back "You've been booked for the night, wash up and ready yourself." It was a command. But Olive wasn't a push over and her words snapped out in surprise "What? Who? I'm never booked..." She felt a fear in her chest. There was never a grand time when that happened. The Anchurian woman scoffed and rolled her bulbus eyes "Some saurian. It hardly matters. Just do what you're told." She said it tertly. Just as Olive was being told the directions in the back, Songra was being handed a keypad. They were both told the same thing at the same time by two different people. "Room 14" @In the Dave Tonight

Songra swiped the keycard away from the concierge with a snarl of contempt. He was alarmed by his own display of emotion, in fact, but not alarmed enough to repent of it or offer any kind of apology to the Anchurian. He simply stomped off in the direction indicated. He entered a long and curving corridor that swept around one quarter of the huge space the club occupied. The clever layout concealed the entrance of one room from any other. The opposite side of the corridor featured a long glass wall, looking out onto the scenic interior of the station. He paused for a moment there, looking out over massive station-city, looking for the building in which he lived. He finally picked out his residence, in the middle distance, a glittering spire tucked between two blockier shapes. He would have preferred to take the human there, but this would have to do. Entering Room 14, he found a space not unlike a room in a hotel, he supposed. Large bed suitable for most species, soft lighting, inoffensive decor. A door to one side leading to washroom facilities, and a door in the back, presumably leading to the… performers’ area. He smiled to himself and turned back to lock the outer door. No obvious recording devices were in the room, though he thought it reasonable that they might be there. Certainly he could appreciate the temptation, he thought, as he settled into an armchair in one corner of the room that would accommodate his tail. That it also provided him a perfect view of the back door suited him well. But he did not have long to wait, not even long enough to find a less appropriate seat seriously uncomfortable, before the door at the back opened to reveal his prize. “Good evening, my dear,” he said, gazing at her with unblinking yellow eyes. @🎄A Magpie in a pear tree🎄

It all moved so fast after that. She went numb. She had to go numb. It was her only reprieve. For a moment, she'd felt human again. And then she was thrust back into the reality of plaything and all she could do was close her eyes and try to steady her breathing as attendants tucked and stuffed her into a tight corset of red. Attaching garters to her stockings, pushing her feet into heels that boosted her height by 8 inches if not more. A feather frill, half skirt that remained opened in the front attached to the get up. Her bright red hair was left down and wild. "The notes say to keep it as was but we have to clean the thing," muttered one attendant to another. Olive grimaced and was thankful her face wouldn't be rubbed raw to be dolled back up at least. And no pins in her hair. Her mind raced with what this saurian could want of her if he asked to have her near as she'd been while performing. Perhaps he wanted her to look roughed up-perhaps to make it worse. Or maybe, she hoped, he'd just ask for private performances. She was used to that and it was less soul crushing. Before long she was ushered into the back corridors and a tray of select saurian foods and drink had been piled, was thrust into her hands. She took it, shaking her head and making her long red hair cascade around her as she did. Gathering her thoughts and straightening her back. She turned as the doors opened to him. In the dim lighting, she didn't see him right away. Instead she put on a ruby red smile and took a breath before walking forward with the sway and grace of a dancer. "Hello," she greeted "How very pleased I am to see you," a fake giggle came from her lips. The rehersed lines coming out from her greeting back before she processed what he'd called her. She felt her brow pinch and stopped as he came into view when she was 3/4ths the way to him and the side table beside his chosen seat "Did you just call me..." She trailed off. Her voice was like a Belle but his was like a tril

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l up her spine. Finally she rose her icy blue gaze to see her suitor for the night and as the tenderness and power behind his simple words struck her, so did, suddenly, his appearance. The simple clothes, the green glitter scales... she stared into eyes that stared into hers. No one ever looked her in the eyes. Let alone twice in one night. Catching her breath and self, her smile seemed more real as she closed the distance between them and set his food and drink down on the table. Half bent over and still holding his beautiful gaze, she spoke again more softly. "You're eyes look green from a distance, but their breathtaking up close." She fluttered her lashes, pink in her cheeks, and all the signs this wasn't as the rehearsed entrance line was. It was real. @In the Dave Tonight

"Thank you,” he said, inclining his head slightly, though never taking his eyes off of her. Her demeanor upon entering the room had disappointed him—gone had been the fire and spark he had seen in her when she was performing onstage. But perhaps she herself had been expecting something different. That she was became obvious when her expression changed upon seeing him. He could imagine well how different he must look from her typical client, if the crowd he had mingled with was any indication. Strutting, obscene monsters, most of them. In that way, he knew his current client all too well, especially given their brags about what they had gotten up to on a given weekend or evening. “I hope you will forgive me, though,” he said and gestured for her to sit in the chair beside him, on the other side of the small table and tray of Saurian food. “I am not the most eloquent of beings, and while I feel moved to pour out my feelings in poetic words and passionate turns of phrase… well, it’s not exactly my style, you might say.” He shot her a rueful smile. Yes, he was likely messing this all up. But, though he found it a little distasteful, he had paid for her attention for an entire night. So perhaps he could get her to understand through some trial and error. “But I guess I do not need very fancy speech to say that I was absolutely taken by you this evening when I saw your performance. Your eyes sealed it for me, but everything about you, from the first moment I saw you up on stage… you struck me as something special, something more than anyone else I’ve ever known, human or otherwise. “And so I knew I had to meet you. I hope I have not overstepped myself in this.” @🎄A Magpie in a pear tree🎄

She stared, she couldn't even blink as he spoke. Her breath catching in her chest slightly and her head canting ever so when he began. Slowly, she eased into the chair he'd offered as he went on. Soft lips perked into a soft smile as he continued on. He was right about not being the same kind off clientele she was used to. But he was wrong in his last statement. Olive finally laughed and shook her head, long hair cascading around her before her bright icy hues darted up to his again to hold his gaze. "No, you didn't "overstep"," she giggled and covered her mouth "I'm rather pleased to be here, surprisingly" She said like a soft promise and reached out to delicately lay her hand over his forearm. "It's just... Well people in these rooms usually don't care about how I feel about the matter and you're... simply adorable." She bit into her lower lip and finally looked away. "Thank you by the way, I'm glad you enjoyed my singing and ring work. I was plucked from a very small settlement for that talent." She informed him. A note of some pride there. She could tell there was an air of nervousness about him and she could tell he didn't do this sort of thing often, if at all. It softened her jaded heart and melted the fear away almost immediately. Shifting, her form turned more toward his and her delicate hand gripped his forearm. "I'll be honest, I wasn't thrilled when I found out I was booked tonight. It can get... " She closed her eyes and put the kind of smile on that only someone who escaped often in their mind could do before popping them open with more fire than before and keeping his gaze "This seems nice so far. A kind saurian, enjoying my company, with the most golden, captivating eyes I've ever seen. I like that you aren't done up like a turkey for a night out, too." She added. "So I guess we're both drawn to the other sights?" she gave a little half lipped smile at him and winked. And she did. She liked that he wasn't strutting. A comfort there just

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being in the room with him. "My names Olive by the way," She offered him with a gentle look. Before she was ready to numb herself out for the night, or however long he'd booked her for, but now his presence was like a soft intoxicant that wafted from his gentle words. "You're very different," she knit her brow a bit "But in a good way. I'm glad you aren't another Archurian with a whip to say the least and well.. I did see you while I was on stage. You're very...." she paused to find the word and made a silly face before laughing and covering her lips "I don't know the word, but I like it." Sensing perhaps he was at a loss, she shifted again in her seat till her bare knees touched his covered ones. "We can talk or I can sing for you if you like, or you can do what most come here for..." She actually blushed a little "Or anything you like. I'm yours for the next twenty four hours." Her expression was soft and the gentle caress on his arm didn't stop. He may have thought himself not so great with words but they had hit her enough to change her entire perspective. She wasn't used to kindness, or compliments. And there was something about the saurian's gaze that seemed to hit to her very soul. She couldn't look away again for long. @In the Dave Tonight

He chuckled softly, letting the flow of her words wash over him. Her voice was light and graceful, at least to his ears, no different from what he had heard from her on stage. A relief, really, as he had entertained some doubts as to whether her voice was a recording, or enhanced with some other trickery. But no. She seemed to be every bit the authentic and delightful angel he had seen on the stage. And plucked from a settlement for this skill? A shame. Her own people should have been allowed to enjoy it more. They made and raised her, after all. Unless, of course, she had been brought here under false pretenses… Though the way humans were treated in most places, perhaps any promise of something more, even fully knowing she’d be going into sex work, would be better than some of the alternatives. As he listened to her, he mulled still other alternatives that he liked much better. “You may call me Songra,” he said, putting his free hand over hers on his forearm. He smiled at her as their knees touched, and in all the touch of her he felt an electric warmth that seemed to tingle through his body. “And I am more glad than you can know that I am… not what you expected in a ‘client’ for the night. I wish to have little in common with those that would exploit such a gorgeous, intelligent, artistic creature as yourself.” He lifted his hand from hers and reached out to caress her cheek with it. Of course he wanted to do what all assumed he would be doing in here with her. He might not be the most social, or the most romantic of all intelligent beings, but he was also not sexless. He had had partners before, in fact, though none that engaged his mind or aesthetic sense in the way this smooth-skinned human did. In fact, should he release control of his body—for Saurians maintained exquisite personal control, even of sexual arousal--he knew his desire for her would be not only evident, but unable to be ignored. Since, with Saurians, it arrived with not only the physical p

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reparation for penetrating a willing female, but a host of other physiological changes, including a scent cloud. But in thinking about it, he suddenly found it very difficult to control. His mind went a little blank and he could think of nothing more he wanted to do than to be naked with her in that moment. He stood, then, and faced her in front of the chair, and began to peel away his clothing. “I had thought to talk for a time, but my desire for you has grown in every second that we have spent together. You have an effect on me no others have, in that I feel barely capable of putting two thoughts together,” he said, shucking the last of his clothing. His crotch was still featureless scales, like his torso, but he began to relax and the pheromones emerged first, the scent cloud filling the air around them with the sweet scent of something like honey. “I will not force you to do anything, not even though I paid for whatever I might want. I am no stranger to… satisfying my own arousal, should you not be ready to accommodate a Saurian.” Muscles bulged in his arms, chest, and legs under shimmery scales, soft to the touch even by a human’s smooth-skinned standards. “Have you ever been with one such as me?” He smiled a little at her. “Or has it all been Archurians with whips?” @🎄A Magpie in a pear tree🎄

When his name rang from his lips it made her sigh and flutter her lashes like she'd heard some name of a forgotten god spoken for the first time in millenia. An odd feeling washed over her, maybe it was pheromones already starting to affect her, perhaps it was all the build up when so many others would have said little and done terrible things at this point. Few were as "smooth" as they thought, and they didn't come here to woo. But he gave his name and she looked at him with a sort of facination for a long moment. A smile beaming on her lips that was gentle and as soft as her canary like voice. "Songra," she repeated slowly as her lips formed the words like a gentle prayer. And oh how his words cascaded down her spine. For so many years she had been enslaved, used, put on display, harmed, and various other unspeakable things, but in that time, she had never heard someone speak of her in such a way. A loss for words struck her and she blushed and turned her head into the soft scaled hand that caressed her rounded, heart shaped face. Eye lashes fluttering open, she caught his eyes again, a soft kiss placed on his palm as she touched his hand with her own and smiled "You're much smoother than most." she commented. "I don't know why you'd bother with a place like this or using your hard earned credits on me when you could be using them and your silver tongue on a proper mate, but I won't deny a nice evening," she bit her lower lip and looked down. Finding herself lost in how very charming he really was. The soft chill of excitement coursed through her from the gentle touch. A gentle touch. Closer inspection would show small bruises throughout her body that seemed like they had been semi concealed but not enough. It was well known that few cared how slaves, human slaves in particular, were treated. Even the performing ones like Olive. But Songra wasn't acting anything like what she was used to and it lowered her guard. She didn't have to pretend to be a s

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haking mess, he was pulling it from her like strings in a marionette. She looked surprised when he raised to face her and her smile wavered a little as he started to explain, for a moment she thought he had rethought his evening. But then he went on and she drew in a shaking breath as he disrobed and claimed his lust for her so openly. Orbs traced over his impressive mass. The scales that glittered and glinted in the cheap lighting that made him no less impressive and beautiful. She stared in wonder for a long moment before all his words hit her and she took in another shaking breath as she rose her eyes to his again. "Saurians aren't ... usually known to frequent here." She looked down a little and smiled "I don't entirely know why. We usually get Archurians and Garak. Sometimes a few Planar beings here or there but it's rare. Not as rare as a human or saurian. I was with one once but he ..." She paused "Well he didn't want to do anything sexual." She didn't elaborate as she went on in her soft sing song tones. Slowly she raised up and stepped closer, though she was nothing compared to his massive size. She let her eyes trail over him for a long while before her hands reached out in a slightly trembling way to rest on his chest and slowly drag her smooth hands over him. She liked how it felt and canted her head at the feeling. "I'm probably ruining all this for you," She lamented with a smile as her fingers glided over his scaled skin with awe. "But it's so rare anything delicate and gentle comes, so rare." She breathed. "You talk like a poet and express like a painter." She sighed again and canted her head to the side as she finally peered up at him. "So no, I haven't," the pheromones hit her and she breathed in sharply for it. "Have you ever been with a human?" she quired with a half lit look up at him. @In the Dave Tonight

“No, I confess I have not,” he said, reaching a hand out for her. He took one hand in his, guiding her up to her feet. She barely came up to his chest, even in the heels, and he found his arousal growing. The concealed sheath between his legs parted and his primary manhood emerged, growing, lengthening as he looked her over, so close. His hands dropped to the corset she wore, unclasping it with fingers surprisingly nimble for being so large. The tight garment dropped away, revealing more of her to him. He smiled, golden eyes glowing slightly in delight at what he saw. “Mostly just other saurians, though even there my experience is not so great. I have never been moved by a potential lover the way you have moved me, Olive.” He quirked his lips, dragging his fingers over the available bare skin. “Even your name draws me in.” He moved one hand up to run thick fingers through her soft red hair, marveling at the texture, never having had a lover with hair at all, much less hair like this. His other hand dropped to her breasts, cupping and squeezing one, marveling again at her soft firmness, so unlike his scales and yet pleasing to the touch. The bruises, however, soon stood out to his senses, both sight and touch. Ire rose up alongside his lust at the mistreatment of such a delightful being. “I am dismayed that you have ever been with such brutes that might mistreat you. While I can’t say my desire might never get the best of me, that I might want more intensely than perhaps I should… I will never get pleasure from treating you so roughly, just for its own sake.”

The slender fingers of his chosen for the next day or so slipped into his as he eased her up and she magnetically drew to him with her other hand on his scaled and shimmering chest. Awe in her eyes. The moment caught her and she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time; yearning and excitement. So long she had numbed herself to this life. Do this, do that, be harmed, be degraded, and she took it. Why? She would take a long while to reveal. But in this moment she felt an urge inside her grow. And the saurian with his keen senses might scent her arousal growing and the layer of moisture building between her thighs as he snapped her corset off. She let out a breath as though finally able to breath, her soft and tenderly petite breasts heaving with the sudden air she was allowed. How much did she have to pretend? Though she didn't now. Her eyes caught by his as her body quivered under his touch and she bit her lower lip, her eyes becoming half lit and full of stars as she spoke to him in her canary tones. "Do you like how small I am compared to you?" Her brows knit a little as she noticed his arousal present itself and the way he looked at her. But somewhere she wanted, no she needed him to want her as she was and crave her for all the form she possessed. "Do you like the soft and malable skin? Tell me what you like, Songra" She softly pleaded as her body flushed to his suddenly in a sprout of desire she didn't know she even could feel anymore. But her body compelled her. The hands over her form made her sigh and crane her neck back till her long hair weaved in his other hand and bunched up in waves down to her rear. "Your words... You don't... Oh I've never felt like this..." She whispered to him with closed eyes and enjoying ever electric touch as it sparked through her body like a lightening strike. His comments about her bruised and battered form made her press her head into his chest and smile with a bite to her lower lip. "Oh... Don't weep for m

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e." Soft words echoed warm breath over his scales. Her fingers playing along his chest. "Whatever pain I endured, whatever came before this night... Was all just a test for this one." she told him "I've never felt so... seen. So adored. And even if this is some fantasy of yours I know nothing about, some wish for a wanting human to crave you and cave at your silver tongue..." she peered up at him with her chin on his chest, her form pressing to his, and blue hues staring into his yellow ones like they held secrets she could never fathom, "I don't care. I've ... never felt so present in a moment and I want to remember every second you have me in whatever way you wish." she breathed and pressed a kiss, soft and sweet to his pec. And then another, and another. One hand reached up to guide the one playing with her breasts and the other wrapped around to softly curl fingers into his back and pull herself even tighter to him. She was in awe, at a loss, thinking she was dreaming. But his words hit her like chords on a harp and they played just the right notes. @In the Dave Tonight

He reached down and tugged away her skirt, not certain if it was meant to come apart like that, but in the moment he did not care. He tossed the remains of it aside, letting his hands now explore over her hips, hugged by a garter, but not at all concealed in any way. He smiled, his eyes glowing as his thick fingers caressed and explored her tender flesh. “This is no expression of some fantasy of mine,” he whispered to her, marveling at her much smaller body, which would stand shorter still without the almost-ridiculous heels she wore. “When I leave this room, it will be only to buy you away from whoever owns you. I would have you as mine for as long as you wish to remain with me. Which seems hasty, perhaps. But I live my life by calculations, and I already know that there is no one who could add up to a better companion than you… “And that you have been horribly abused and mistreated in this place, I know I could not bear to have you subject to it for another day. Even if you were to tire of me and ask to be released the very next day, buying you away from here would… would be worth almost any price I could pay.” His fingers continued to explore her supple body, wishing he could heal her bruises with a touch. But then he smiled and cupped a hand under her backside, lifting her and urging her to wrap her legs about his waist as best she could. “That’s better… and yes… I do love that you are so much smaller than me. It arouses all kinds of feelings in me, not just sexual, but protective as well. Though I confess… my body is experiencing the sexual much more than anything else right now.” He leaned his head closer, happy that this posture brought their faces so much closer together. He kissed her lips softly, savoring the lush and soft feel of hers against his. His lips were relatively thin, but warm and soft, much softer even than his supple scales. A darting and slithery tongue flicked out to taste her lips as he kissed her, then probed into her mouth if she part

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ed those lips. His arousal grew with every touch, gesture, kiss, lick. Soon the full length of his manhood had emerged, now unseen by her since her legs were wrapped around his body above it. Like all Saurian males, he possessed a secondary penetrator, and that began to emerge as well, thinner and slung under his fully exposed cock. He carried her toward the bed that dominated the center of the room, her smaller body so light against his frame. He hoped she could endure his penetration, but she seemed so lithe and flexible on stage he very much liked his chances. If she could take real pleasure from it, that would be so much better. But that was his one insecurity in this, that she would run screaming from what he ached to fill her with. “Do you want me to join with you?” he whispered, breaking the kiss, his voice urgent with lust. @🎄A Magpie in a pear tree🎄

The dancer was putting in his claws. The massive hands that ripped away the silly skirt and left her in a bare backed garter and shoes she wanted to kick off. And that she did, as he lifted her. Each touch and soft caress bringing a sigh to her and making her roll her eyes into the back of her head. She couldn't remember the last time, or even perhaps a first time, she'd been touched so gently with such desire behind each grabbing motion that did feel like they healed every wound. Who was this saurian and why did her mind dance with music as he whispered sweet nothings and promises that made her shutter in his arms and cling to him with her arms around his neck and now bare feet clutched expertly behind his back. She put her head to his and stared down his sunbeam stare with her own moontouched ones. Eyes wide with disbelief and her breath picking up the longer he spoke. She had no words. She rarely needed them and now... He was speaking of freedom and carrying her away and before long he was kissing her. She tasted him with a trill in the back of her throat as her soft and plump lips returned the kiss with zeal, parting them when urged and delving her tongue, tentative at first and then with luster, into his. Wrapping with his long tongue and shivering as her body flexed and relaxed, breath picking up as her thigh clenched around him. By the time he had her on the bed, above her, staring into her eyes and all his words had fallen on her like stars in a astral storm, she seemed to finally, truly, breath. Her fingers smoothly wrapped down and around his neck, her eyes half lit as she considered all he had told her in such a short span. A passion in him that she felt ignited in her as her eyes drifted over scaled skin and finally back to his eyes. His girths were felt against her ass and thighs, vaguely aware with wide eyes of what he had in store for her but no fear found. Her tongue lapped out at her lips to taste his reminisce there before she finally spo

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ke with a heaving chest "You... You talk like no one I've ever spoken to. You touch me like.. I..." she seemed confused, almost overwhelmed. But Olive was already smitten. He was so gentle and his eyes were like song lyrics on a piece of paper. She wanted to sing to him, dance for him, anything to see the adoration he showed her now. And thats what caught her, she wanted to. His question stood in the air and before even thinking what joining could mean for him or if it was just the act of passion worded in his own way. She nodded and then finally spoke "Yes... Yes Songra." She tweeted out like a canary to him. Body heaving up to press her bare body to his chest as her hands slid down his form and back up again as far as she could on the large male that had now decided to claim her as his own. Her lips sealed around his neck and she placed soft kisses up to his ear before she spoke in a hurried breath. "I don't know why... I don't how... But take me away from this place and I'll never leave your side. Take me tonight in this bed... leave tomorrow.. And I'll remember your words long enough to last me." It was as though she couldn't accept the prospect he offered but had to hope. Her lips found his again and her tongue pressed to twine with his, her head slightly canted and long hair falling on the bed like a waterfall of red on the old bedspread. "So yes, yes, a million times yes. Whatever you want... And I want you." She finally broke the kiss and whispered as her eyes peered again into his and her hips pressed up into the duel cocks that teased her and him in equal measure. @In the Dave Tonight

His eyes brightened in delight at her words, her acquiescence. Her consent thrilled him, made his twinned tools throb a little more, grow a little more in pleasure at her words and her surrender. He loomed over her, the tip of his primary cock prodding at her soft lips. His tools were self-lubricating, the shafts of both already shiny with slippery juice to make his entry into her easily. Standing on the floor, propped on the bed above her on his arms, he thrust forward, spearing his huge, slippery primary cock into her cunt. He groaned at the heat of her enveloping him and then the tip of his lower member was prodding at her tight pucker. Thrusting deeper into her pussy forced the head of his secondary cock between her ass cheeks, now spreading her rear entrance open on a slippery trail. “You…” he groaned, looking down into her eyes. In this position, it felt even more like his body dwarfed hers. The pale, neutral color of the bedding did not help, blending with her fair, pale skin, making her seem somewhat less substantial, if it were not for the feel of her body wrapped around him. “You are marvelous, lovely, amazing,” he moaned. As he sinks deeper into both of her holes, pheromones wrap around them both. A pleasant floral scent seems to embrace their joined forms, enhancing his own lust as well as hers. He thrusts harder, deeper. Her trim tummy bulges with the twinned invasions of huge cock. Even the smaller one is larger than the average human male. “I want you,” he huffed. “I want you with me. At all times. I have never encountered another creature like you, and I cannot bear the thought of leaving here with you.” His supple body, as large as it was, enabled him to bend such that he could kiss her even as his cocks pressed deep inside her over and over again. Again, his lips locked with hers, mouth opened, and his tongue flickered out, tasting her, teasing her. But he went deeper than before, his tongue lengthening, the flickering forked end proving to be

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just the probing tip of a full and meaty tongue that invaded her mouth, giving her something to suck on as he filled her cunt and ass with saurian cock. @🎄A Magpie in a pear tree🎄

At this point it was all like a drug. Some part of her mind wondered if this was the affect that Saurian's had with their pheromones. Perhaps all this was some fantasy of his that he was living out and the chemicals he released in his passion made her ready and willing to indulge them. But no, that didn't seem right. She remembered, vividly, as she stared into his eyes, the look across the room that had almost made her slip. And she couldn't shake it now as he loomed over her, ready to take her in every way, in every shape, and literally if he could manage to finagle a deal... All these thoughts swelled to the surface and were immediately thrown away when his cock thrust into her tight walls. Nails, long and sharp, pinched into his scales as she grabbed his shoulders and nearly squirmed away and moved into him at the same time. The pain was excruciating but it felt a rush of cum gush out of her immediately. His roughness, just the right brand for her. Back arching and nails clawing she let out a screech of pain and pleasure as he started into her, pumping himself into her slight form till a small bulge appeared in her lower abdomen from the stress. She didn't need his lubrication by the time his secondary member entered her. The words struck her and her head canted up from it's arch as she looked into his eyes and repeated back "And you... You... You're what I dreamed of" her eyes welled with small tears of perhaps disbelief and hope as well as the slight pain his huge cocks started delivering onto her. Probably both. The puckered hole of her forbidden area clenched and resisted him with painful grips as he pushed inside and took her there too. The bulge in her tummy got bigger and she was panting hard as she clung to him with her legs spread around his torso to give him all the access he could have. Her eyes widened at his words, flushed cheeks and sweat all over her form as he continued to take her and she writhed under him with delight and a slight smile

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that only gritted every time he thrust forward, causing a small scream and her head and pussy to well with more desire. Her lips locked onto his and she tasted him unfettered, with abandon as her hand grabbed the back of his head and she moved her whole form down onto his cocks over and over, cum leaking from her cunt onto the secondary that continued to pummel her. She broke the kiss only to hold her head to his as she used her acrobatic form to maneuver her body onto his over and over again, adjusting to him and both his delicious cocks. "I want you." she breathed with another scream echoing around them "All you have to offer. You're better than anything I've ever known... Oh take me Songra.. In every way..." She begged as her eyes seemed to glint, staring into his, and her head canted till she could encass her lips with his again, screaming into his mouth as her body spasmed around him. Both holes gripping his massive cocks with force. It seemed she could bend, but she would not break. @In the Dave Tonight

Even though he had seen it, even though it was part of what he had fallen in love with at the sight of her, her acrobatic strength and flexibility surprised him. No matter what he gave her, she took it, arching, writhing on his twin pricks, accepting everything he had to give and pushing back, urging herself into the mating dance with him. Mating, true mating—that was a thought and it made his members throb inside her. Not just owning her, but partnering with her? But why not. No saurian wife would ever tolerate the relationship he envisioned with Olive, not even were she another saurian. But a human? He could not imagine anyone tolerating that. So it would have to be a secret, though one easy to keep, since many people had human domestic slaves. What they did behind closed doors would be known to them alone. “Yes… yes… my… my love,” he groaned, uttering that word out loud. How could it be, after less than an hour of knowing each other? And yet it was. His heart swelled with care and desire in equal measure. He thrust harder, pushing every bit of both cocks into her, marveling at the sight of her tummy bulging, but stretching to accommodate him. He felt her stretching but not breaking. No blood escaped her holes, only the juice of arousal and pleasure drooling from her cunt. He trembled, gasping, his own pleasure growing at every thrust, and every revelation. Pumping deep and hard, his hands grip her more tightly. Wanting to feel more of what she could do, he flipped over onto his back, keeping her impaled, now putting her in a position to ride up and down on his saurian meat. “You will be mine, for always. My own and I will be yours, faithfully and devotedly, our bodies and souls entwined,” Not that he felt he’d ever had much use for the concept of a soul, but he was very much starting to warm up to the idea, as it felt as though he must share something more than just physical lust with this delicious and acrobatic human. What else would explain the desire, t

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he connection? Surely he had seen so many other humans in his years aboard this station, well away from the saurian homeworlds, steeped in the multiethnic blend of species from all over the galaxy. He had seen so many other attractive members of other species—and yet this had never happened before. He unknowingly even echoed Olive’s thoughts, wondering if perhaps there was some pheromone she exuded that he could not detect, that nevertheless had a huge effect on him. But like her, he recalled that moment of visual connection across a room, the one that had driven him to this mad impulse of renting her for the night. And now he was bouncing her atop his body, skewering her on his cocks, watching her trim and athletic tummy bulge with every bounce and thrust, and he knew there was nowhere he’d rather be. “I’ve known it since we first locked eyes,” he rumbled. “I will do anything to be with you, to have you by my side.” @🎄A Magpie in a pear tree🎄