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My night passes without anything interesting happening. The Captain and lab coat didn't even say a single word to me, they just put the food down and gotten away. I imagine they didn't take kindly to me asking questions. Or maybe it's something else? Also, another pillow would be nice, these ones are tiny, and I still am in desperate need of a shower, I smell like lizard. Heck, I can't even tell what time it is here, the stupid pda they gave me has no clock or anything that resembles numbers. Maybe they don't have clocks in Space Lizard land. Oh, door's opening.

“Hey, human, you awake?"

“Yeah, almost."

I yawn openly, it's not like I want to yawn, but it really emphasizes my phrase, so it helps. He goes through the door with the food thingies. I sure have been sleeping a lot these days.

“Breakfast time. Eat up."

“Or else?"

“Or else I will scratch you."

“Woah, violent. Bad day?"

“Bad day? Sure, I guess. I don't want to talk about it."

That's space lizard for “Please ask me again", I'm sure of it.

“You sure you don't want to?"

He looks behind him. Weird.

“Well, if you are so inclined to cheer me up, I can think of a couple ways…"

“You have a one track mind, don't you?"

“Maybe. You for it or not?"

“Sure, it's not like I have anything better to do here."

“So I'm just a cheap entertainment for you, huh?"

“Eh, no, no, no! It's not that!"

“Ahaha!, PA41 was right, you DO get red when you get flustered! That's so cute."

Oh, for the love of-

“You people tell each other everything, don't you?"

“Relax, it's only a joke. I love it when you get all serious and nervous."

He chuckles afterwards.

“But, hey, I'm going to make you feel really good now, in turn… so… take out those pesky clothes, and I'll do the same."

Why do I feel like I'm always doing exactly what they want? Anyways, I take off my clothes while he does the same, in front of me. Strange, until now they have all turned away while disrobing.

“So, I think I'm going to be nice today, human. I'll let you do whatever you want to me today."

“Woah, you sure?"

“Do what you want. If you make me regret it, I won't come back anymore."

“Oh, no, I didn't mean that. I…"

“Oh, come on, I tell you to do what you want and you waste your time talking?"

Point taken. There are more fun things I could be doing right now. I haven't really had an opportunity to explore any of them. Okay, first off, I put my “pesky clothes" on the floor and I kneel on them, to match our heights.

“…"

Well, he's looking at me with a mix of interest and cautiousness. To be honest, that's probably how I look too. But I can't dawdle, if I want this to be good. C'mon Derek, you have trained effortlessly for this occasion for decades! Kinda.

I extend my hands to feel his arms and chest. I can feel where all the usual muscles and bones are, just like me, and any other human, I guess. When I brush round his gut, with an almost imperceptible layer of fat (Not surprising, taking into account the measly food they have here, I guess) he moves a little. That part of his body must be sensitive, so I try to be careful to not push too hard or hurt him, but not too light that he won't feel my hand moving and feeling all around his body.

“Hmm… keep going…"

With his approval, I move my hands sown, towards his thighs. I feel his legs slowly, trying to sense where the muscles are, and dedicating my movements to them, while grazing the top of his thighs, next to the main prize, but I will not touch it, no, he will present himself to me slowly, I will make it desire me. I stroke ever closer to it, but never even closely reaching for it. 11 starts moving his hips very slightly, my touch starting to have a slow, but nevertheless significant effect on him. The lizard looks up slightly.

He will not escape by looking to the ceiling. He will look at me, feel me, and only me. I follow the contour of his thighs with my thumbs, marking very well my movements, making him absolutely aware of them, while I approach my head next to his, towards his neck; and then I sonorously sniff it.

I can smell his person, right here, in this moment, where he has given himself completely to my touch, and I can almost smell his emotions… arousal… pleasure… and a bit of fear into the mix.

But I will not be satisfied with mere smell. I will have him in full, and I will enjoy all that he has, with all that I have. And with such, I grow even closer, open my mouth… and lick.

I can now taste his sweat, and the texture of his scaly skin… much more slippery than a human's, but at the same time, not so different. The lizard moves his head up and sighs breathily. I can feel him slowly giving even more of himself into me, giving me even more space to taste when I please. Slowly, I move my tongue up from his neck, towards his actual face, not stopping my hands even a moment. I feel my mouth touching the bones of his face, moving upwards in his snout, brushing ever so slightly against his jaw. I can feel it trembling, I know he is now fighting between moving it to get his tongue inside me, like last time, and his desire to stay still, to keep experimenting everything that I could possibly give to him.

While my tongue thoroughly explores his snout, my hands start moving to his back. It's time to really make this lizard feel desired. I move my hands closer to his backside, feeling the sudden tension in the area, and then the gradual relaxation as he realizes this will be a slow approach. But I will not let him to expect my movements, to grow accustomed. He will feel that minimal control taken away from him, and then, then he will truly give in to me. Every time he relaxes, I advance ever slightly, and every time he tenses up, I stop completely. He will learn to let himself be touched, to allow me to explore at the pace I want, with every movement his self becoming more and more sensitive to the minuscule unconscious movements that my hands make in contact with his scales, to my smell faintly entering his nostrils, feeling him with as much of me, as I'm getting from him.

I can feel him breathing with his mouth heavily. His body has stopped twitching; now his body has become truly mine… no, we have become one to each other, and nothing else in this world, in this vast amount of space matters except for what sensations each other can produce. But I'm not satisfied yet, not until every fiber of his entire being becomes desperate for my touch.. but I can feel myself wanting him, and I cannot possibly wait, nor my desires be restrained or slowed any longer. I move my mouth towards the tip of his snout, and I press against it horizontally.

It is only half a second for him to open his mouth, and letting me explore his inside, I can smell his breath… strong and needy. Needy to feel…, to feel me and no one else. I lick at his teeth, sharp, and certainly dangerous, destructive and quite capable of crunching my tongue to pieces in a single instant. But the risk, the knowledge that I can tease his more primal instincts, to attack such a sensitive part of his body… it just adds fuel to the already all-consuming fire of my motivation. I feel his mouth twitch every time I touch the base of his teeth, where skin that no even himself has probably ever thought it existed, is now being under my actions. My hands keep feeling his behind, growing even closer yet to the end, where his most sensitive part hides. My tongue goes back into my mouth to try to recover my overstrained tongue.

It is then when I decide to look at 11's face. His half lidded eyes, his twitching, his overwhelming smell show, and… looking down, his extremely erect member, show truly how lost in pleasure he must be. He's subconsciously moving his hips, towards the hands that stimulate him, that advance so excruciantly slowly, so dreadfully bent on prolonging their touch.

His arms are constantly moving and flexing, threatening to try to put even more pleasure on himself, to finally free himself from the sensations that course through him. But I will not allow it. He will not escape me like that. I will be the one to end what I have started, even if I'd had preferred to prolong it even more still. Only a single touch, as faint as it may be, will make him finish, but, which way could be more appropriate to finally claim him? I could put my mouth in it, make him explode inside me, but that would be a repeated performance, and I want something that will truly be remembered by him. Yes… I will make him repeat this day in his head every night, I will make him touch himself, and groan at the remembrance of this moment. But how…?

And then, my hands, almost by themselves, finally reached their final destination; that supple ring of flesh, so forbidden, so sensitive, and what will become the stage for the final act in this sow of bodies and smells, of taste and pleasure, and of our desires. I at last touch that ring, teasing it so slowly, so precisely, that anyone else would have thought we had become numb and motionless. But he and I know, we can feel the indescribable pleasure coming even from such a minuscule touch, signaling him that it will soon be over. And with that, before his arms truly succumb and end his built up arousal, I put both my index fingers at each extreme of his ass ring… and I strongly pull away.

The consequent flinch and the sensation finally prove too much, too sudden, too powerful, and he can't resist.

“Ah! Ahhhh!"

His member shoots his essence onto my legs and into the floor. It is but three spurts and his legs already give up on him, making his kiss the ground, spent, and satisfied.

I look at him, and this image, of this lizard who gave himself to me, and that now has been completely and undoubtedly satisfied, surely beyond any expectation he could have had; and I make sure to burn it in my memory.

“Ah… human… that… that was…"

“Don't cheapen it with words."

“I… "

“Uh, do you have anything do clean my leg?"

“Oh, yeah, I have a rag, here…."

“Thank you."

I clean myself up while 11 is still in his spot. I can imagine he has not had an experience like this in some time.

“I… I have to be going now. No, thanks isn't enough to tell how much this has been for me."

I am trying REALLY hard to not put a stupid smile, don't make it harder.

“But. Don't you dare try something like this on the other two."

Woah. That somehow wasn't what I was expecting.

“They… they don't deserve this."

“Huh?"

He immediately put his hands over his mouth.

“… I shouldn't have said that. Fuck! No, don't. I… need to think. I'll be out, I'll see you tomorrow."

“Hey, if you didn't like it…"

“No, no, no, you don't understand. Give me a day to mull this over. Then I'll be able to tell you, just please…"

“Ok, I won't push it."

“Thank you."

He dresses rapidly, and then literally runs out. Have I gone a bit too far?