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A hundred and forty years ago humans figured out that we weren’t fucking alone in the universe, not that it was much of a shock, but back in the early 2000s there had been First Contact. That’s what they called it, you know, BC, AD, and FC. A whole fucking different term for a shift in our whole damn history. There’s a shit ton I learned in history class about all of it. How the politics started to fall into place, the first few wars, because humans are sort of shitty that way. Well, most civilizations are sort of shitty that way, but eventually things started to work themselves out.

Now that things are settled, things are better, a fuck ton better, with neutral cities and docks formed on every planet that allowed for open trade and commerce. They were regulated to hell and back by a series of political agreements, but they all came down to one thing. Neutral cities were safe zones for all species to gather together. Needed diplomatic immunity? Bam, you got it. Needed a safe haven? Here it was. Oh, you could get removed for certain things and each of the docks had their own police, but still, it was a good place to get together.

Okay, to get together and to fuck. Because anyone who’s watched that old classic Star Trek knows that humans are going to get out there, find alien life, and fuck said alien life. Some did it once or twice for the thrill, some did it as a kink, some did it because it could be just that fucking good and that god damn weird. I sort of fell somewhere in the last group, because life had been getting so damned boring I’d started to want to chase a new sort of thrill. And, come on, it was hot as fuck when you consider how many different creatures are out there.

Neptune Inc, the company I founded, was one of the only transporter companies in the universe that could create large-scale teleporters for commercial use. It wasn’t exactly legal how I’d figured it out, but that was half the fun back when I’d been younger. Like some sort of deranged space pirate, I’d run a few back door missions into a few not so legal channels and put together a monopoly. They were still desperately looking for “Aries” even though I hadn’t been active in over a decade.

I didn’t need to play the pirate anymore. I was rich, I was powerful, I was the poster child for all sorts of stupid shit like ‘from rags to riches’ and other idiotic tag lines. And I was bored. Funny, when I was chasing money and struggling to get by I was too busy to think about being bored. Now, it’s like a fucking joke. You can have it all, but you’re going to go out of your fucking skull.

Port Orion was where I’d set up my headquarters, the largest neutral city in the western hemisphere. It also meant that I could spend any given night with a different species if I wanted to. And that’s what I’d mostly been doing, losing myself in the thrill of entirely new ways to fuck. Though, even I had my limits on species. Like the one that looked vaguely like someone had crossed a spider with something reptilian. Fuck that! That was not on my list, and those guys had a thing with eggs. Not that eggs were bad, but they were damned uncomfortable, and then there was getting them back out. Let me tell you, you spend one god damn weekend debating the indignity of an ER vs the weirdness of laying eggs naturally and you’ll rethink your life choices.

Or maybe not. I was pretty sure at least one of my crew was into eggs, and more power to them. I wasn’t going to go for it again, that was for damn sure.

And tonight, I was desperately in the mood for a good fuck. Aching for it. I’d spent the last four days in board rooms with my CFO schmoozing clients that I didn’t want to schmooze with. I’d had to go over contracts thanks to a fuck up, plus I had a full day to look forward to in the coming week. It was enough that I was itching to just burn off my energy.

Which was why I was settled at the cantina running through the Dockd app, playing through the possible available matchups in the city. It was a hook-up app, developed by me, despite the sheer outrage of my CFO, Basilica, and I loved everything about it. It was simple and neat. It was designed for hook-ups that were safe and consensual. There were safeguards in place to make sure there was no trafficking and even came with a wrist band that tested partners for possible sexually transmitted diseases, toxins, or risk of pregnancy. That last was a big one, because some species.. well, let’s just say men now had a whole new respect for the morning after pill.

I flicked through the pictures mostly because I was looking for a back-up plan since I’d made contact with a newly arrived Barbadian. It was a species that I’d never bumped into, mostly because they were a pretty isolationist culture thanks to the sheer wealth of their home world. And they were beautiful as hell, or at least, I thought so. If someone took a large cat and mixed it with a dragon, you’d end up with one of the Barbadian. They came in every color of the rainbow, but the males were typically the showier of the species with jewel tones that I fucking loved.

Dockd had alerted me the moment one had come within range, like it did for most of the lesser seen species. The ping had sent a little thrill through me that I hadn’t felt in ages, especially when it had come directly after a disappointing meet up with a Ma’arrit male that had been less than stellar. I was in the mood for something completely different, something unique, and boy was a Barbadian unique. And beautiful.

He was my age--well, I was pretty sure Barbadian’s aged like we did, but I could be wrong--and the picture had been enough for me to jab the ‘dock request’ button. He was a beautiful sea-foam green, the small scattered scales glossy looking and a mane of honey gold that spilled in errant curls along his short muzzle. The broader band of scales that ran along the bridge of his muzzle to disappear into his mane had been a complimenting teal color. I was a bit irritated there weren’t any pictures below the belt, but everything I heard was that they were well endowed and a bit like a human in shape. Alys Nitanis was on earth looking for a casual hook-up while doing business, he had a hotel in the area and was willing to extend a possible engagement for his full visit.

_Which I will not be fucking doing, thank you. _ I thought lazily, because the next night I’d already arranged a meeting with a species of avian that I had been wanting to explore. I didn’t like repeating myself, even with hook-ups. So I’d make tonight count.

“Geoffrey Teach?” The softly accented voice brought my head up from my device to see my latest conquest standing beside the barstool nervously. And holy fuck, pictures hadn’t done the alien justice. “You are him?”

“And you’re Alys Nitanis?” I purred and reached out my hand to a creature that was like a walking fucking wet dream.

His mane was almost metallic gold as it fell in front of a pair of well, fuck, I suppose they were hazel eyes. Except instead of brown and green, they were liquid gold with flecks of emerald in them, watching me with a distinctly nervous flicker. He took my hand gingerly as if he were afraid to hurt me and I found the padding along the underside of it as soft as silk. The tiny scales along the back were velvety beneath my fingertips and I immediately wondered if the rest of the scales would be as soft. They looked smaller than grains of rice and were warm to the touch.

The tips of the fingers ended in carefully blunted claws, with one playing against the back of my hand lightly enough to rouse goosebumps. I knew it was deliberate, a gentle caress that made me grin even more. His fingers were even thick and I wondered how that blunted claw would feel lightly stroking my prostate. I was sure as hell going to find out. It actually made me a bit disappointed I’d opted to work a plug into myself for the hook-up, might have been fun letting him work me open slowly.

_Down, Teach. Profile said first time user of the app. _ I told myself firmly as Alys gave a nervous smile that showed fangs nearly as long as my fucking fingers.

Alys wasn’t terribly tall--he was shorter by an inch or so as I was--and built a bit wider than most of the Barbadian’s I’d seen, shoulders broad and muscled beneath the vest that he wore laced up along his front. The vest was patterned dark blue with gold embroidery all over it in a riot of wild designs. It was almost too much, but it suited him, at least, I thought it did.

There was no undershirt, but most species’ that had an outer covering like fur or scales didn’t wear undershirts. It meant I could see the snowy white fur that disappeared into the line of the material. The strip of broader scaling that ran along the bridge of his muzzle rippled and flashed a trail of darker blues. Chromism. I vaguely remembered reading about the fact that they used the strip of scaling as a living mood gauge.

He had a pair of horns that almost looked as gold as his mane capped in decorative gold tips. They weren’t large, just a curl that traced behind long tapered ears that twitched within the spill of his mane. Behind him curled a tail that made me want to slide my fingers from the base to the tip. The fringe of long hairs that cascaded down looked as soft as his mane and he kept it curled neatly up along the line of his back. There were glittering metal cuffs wrapped around the base and more at the tip, with jewels set around the bands. Flashy and lovely. Hell, he was gorgeous.

“Yes, I am Alys.” He breathed the words and looked a little more relaxed, the scaling along his muzzle fading into a more relaxed—I hoped--color. “A pleasure to meet you, Geoffrey Teach.”

“Just Geoff.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Fuck me, you’re lovely, aren’t you? You’ve lovely mane and hair, looks soft as hell.”

“Ah well, yes, it is well washed.. no, groomed? I use product.” He said the last word as if he were experimenting with the language. Yup, brand fucking new to earth if the translation tech was struggling.

It was only then that I saw that there was no translation collar around his throat, he was actually speaking. I’d sort of gotten used to the weird effect of a person talking and their voice being projected from a translator, but his mobile lips were speaking clearly with an accented tone. It was lovely sounding, a little higher pitched than I expected for one of his kind, but still I was a bit smitten.

“Fuckin’ working for you, mate.” I reached out and ran my hand along his arm to see his eyes widen a touch. I didn’t play around with hook-ups, I preferred letting them know straight out what I was after. “You spend time on Earth? I thought this was you’re your first trip here, but you sound like you’ve got a great grasp on our language.”

“Oh, yes, here to earth. I was sent to a..” He paused and seemed to think. “A boarding school.” He found the word and grimaced, lips curling back a touch. “I learned English there, quite a few humans enrolled after all, I know other languages as well.”

“Rare, but love it.” I grinned a little wider and kept my hand lightly on his arm, stroking so I could feel the softness of his scaling. It was almost velvety instead of hard, and where I touched I saw the scales faintly flush emerald. Interesting. “Gotta say, I don’t see many of your species here.”

“I’m afraid it’s frowned upon.” Alys grimaced and it made him look like he was doing a silent snarl. “But, I am not at home, am I?”

“Hell no, you’re not.” I agreed and tipped my head back, suddenly grateful I’d taken some pains with my appearance. Alys was a Snack. Capital S. “Can’t say I know much about your culture except isolationists.”

“Yes, we have females that interact in other worlds.” Alys slowly slipped onto the stool beside me with care, as if he were worried it might break. “I’m being a rebel.” He added that in a conspiratorial voice to me and I grinned wider. Fuck, okay, Alys was kinda fun.

He wore a set of silky looking emerald breeches that were laced up the front, the back buttoned over the twitching of his tail, displaying a set of muscular legs. They weren’t like human legs, the knee was in the wrong place and the ‘ankle’ was high up, digitigrade instead of plantigrade. They ended in a set of broad furred paws that boasted a sharp curved claw just along the inside of each ankle. It was a bit like a velociraptor, except the talon was covered in a blunted gold cap like his horns. I realized everything on the alien looked custom made and lovely, not the normal attempts to blend in with humanity.

I leaned back a little, stretching my legs as I realized that Alys was giving me a furtive look. He was nervous, that much was clear. It didn’t matter what species I dealt with, I knew nervousness when I saw it. His tail tip kept giving little shivery twitches and the scales that ran along the bridge of his muzzle began to deepen to something faintly purple. It was interesting to watch the color spread while Alys ordered a drink from the bar. The smaller scales took on the faint flush as well, dappling him in places with hints of color.

“So, tell me a little about yourself, Alys.” I decided to start with small talk, plus it gave him a chance to check me out. There was a brightness to his eyes that roamed over me that made me want to preen a bit.

I’d made sure to wear a purple top, most of my wardrobe tended towards black, but Barbadians apparently reacted strongly to colors so I made sure to have a bit of color on me. My pants were tight fit and snug, black like normal, but they left little to the imagination. I’d left my leather coat folded behind him to keep the top visible, which seemed to have been the right call since Alys kept staring at me. I’d even added a bit of silver eye shadow and a trail of eyeliner to the mix. I didn’t quite match the fanciness of Alys’s outfit, but the way his eyes kept following me showed he didn’t mind at all.

The soft slits of his nostrils twitched at times as he seemed to struggle to say something about himself, frowning with a furrowing of his brows and a crinkle of his muzzle. The face was more expressive than I’d counted on as well, which was good, I liked to have a read on people. I wondered if he’d be game to try kissing and if it was something we could manage. I took my time to just drink him in, savoring the anticipation that was building as he finally seemed to land on something to say, pushing the spill of his mane behind the curl of his horns.

_Fuck, those horns would be perfect to hold onto as I fucked his muzzle. _ I thought idly and had to struggle to bring my attention back to him.

“Not much to say, I am here for business, it seemed the only time I might…” He paused as if he were either hunting for a word or embarrassed. Certainly the purple coloring was spreading, perhaps it meant embarrassment? Blushing?

“Try out a human?” I ventured and the line of scaling suddenly flared dark purple, fuck, so it was a blush. Maybe I should have printed out a guideline on reading the color changes. “S’alright, mate, part of the whole Dockd deal is getting to explore.”

“I don’t wish to use you, it is only--unheard of for Barbadian males to ahh, interact with each other.” The delicate words made my grin widen even further. “Well, I suppose my sort of male.” A paler color, washing out the purple, yeah shoulda printed a guide to this shit.

“Seems a shame, I thought that was pretty common though. Aren’t your females the sort to keep a harem?” I paused to take a drink and watched the muzzle crinkle up in that little silent snarl, I tried to parse what the expression meant.

“It is complicated.” Alys offered after a moment and gave his head a shake, the mane falling into his eyes all over again. “It seemed this..” He gestured with a hand between himself and me. “Seemed to be less complicated, more able to give what I wish to explore.”

“And what is that?” I quirked a brow and offered a slow smile. “C’mon, mate, no shame here. If you’re looking for something specific, and I can give it, I’ll do it. S’not like this is a date, it’s all about the experience.”

“Oh, ah, yes, not a date.” Alys blinked his eyes rapidly and the scaling grew violet again, the edges shading slightly towards green. Fuck, that was a little entrancing to watch, especially when I realized the scales were tiny and soft looking. “I am after sex.”

“Figured as much.” I quipped and that earned me a look, it was such a bitchy look, even with the odd features and I grinned even wider. “Oh c’mon, no need to be shy about it.”

“Yes, well.” Prim and fucking proper as he tapped a finger on the bar top with a blunted claw. “I will confess, I have never been with…” He paused and made this weird little snarling face. I couldn’t decide if it was a frown or embarrassment, but it was kinda cute.

“Human? Another species? Male? Anyone?” I ventured with a lift of my brow and Alys let out a chuffing laugh.

“Ah all three, I’ve been with a female of my kind!” His ears twitched back and the scaling along his muzzle went dark, a ripple of black over the brilliant color. “That’s not a problem, is it?”

“Nah, mate, not at all. Barbadians have a taboo on going outside the species, don’t they?” I took a sip of my drink, trying to be casual, relaxed.

There was something exciting about being an alien’s first human. It meant I would be the gold fucking standard they would judge the race by. It was a little like a kink for me, but the idea of being the first with this lovely creature was even more appealing. His scales looked decadently velvety, and I wanted nothing more than to strip naked and slide myself all over him. I did my best to hold onto patience, this was all about the journey for him, but I was certainly anticipating getting out of here.

“For some more than others.” He said softly and the scaling went dark again before he gave his head a shake. The gold of his mane tumbled along his eyes, soft and curled. “I’ve watched ahh… programs about humans, so I’m not entirely lacking experience.” The scaling flashed purple, deepening and rippling in color. “I had access to a great deal of it.”

“Oh shit, mate, so porn. You’ve watched a shit ton of human porn?” I asked and he flashed a smile as the purple flushed darker on the scales. It was a lovely smile, his hazel eyes bright looking, and I began to just relax a bit more. I usually hated the small talk, but I was liking this for some reason.

“You’re an amazingly talented species. I found it on accident, I was looking for information on ahh.. hmm..” He paused as he considered the word and I briefly saw a long violet-blue tongue flick out between his lips. Oh, oh that was a long damn tongue.

“Planting. Your plants, gardening, I enjoy it a great deal.”

“And got humans planting more than some veggies.” I snickered and he chuffed out another laugh, a lovely rumbly noise that I hoped to make him do again. “So okay, you’re into gardening? That’s an odd one.”

“My planet doesn’t have flowers, we have mega-flora, but they’re not meant for beauty.” Alys said softly and looked almost sad about it before he shrugged. “So, I became fascinated. I have a large garden of my own and had to cultivate bees for it. It was tricky, because—”

And I found myself listening as Alys told me about his damn garden, and it should have been boring as hell, but he began to gesture and explain how he had struggled with the bees. He hang doggedly admitted that he didn’t understand why there was only one queen and kept trying to make a hive of queens since it would make more bees. His grasp of the language struggled at times to keep up with him as I found myself fucking fascinated despite myself. He was delightfully unhinged about plants, but it was cute as well.

I realized the more he talked, the scaling flushed a pink color. Happiness? Excitement? He pulled up a screen and drew up pictures of his garden to show me, and fuck if it wasn’t beautiful. He seemed to favor purples, but also blues and yellows, a whole burst of red roses. As he talked, I heard a faint rumble thrum in his voice and wondered if his kind purred. Or if it was just how excited he was to share it with me. It reminded of me when I was on the trail of something exciting, happily fixated on it to the exclusion of most other conversation.

I got another drink, so did he, as the plant talk started to shift towards the fact he was here because he needed an escape. “I suppose I’m uncomfortable in my situation, trapped.” He gave a little silent snarl of a grimace. “Expectations of family and all that.

Truly, it’s awful.”

“Mm wouldn’t know, m’Mum’s dead and so’s my Dad. Though, only really care about the former.” I pointed out and Alys’s ears went back flat before his eyes widened. The happy looking pink paled to a faint trail of white along the bridge of his muzzle. Okay, maybe that was sadness.

“I’m sorry, here I am complaining about family and you have lost yours.” He paused and gave his head a shake. “I’m making this weird, aren’t I? I’ve been told I do that.”

“Nah, no bother. You’re pretty fascinating.” I admitted and then chuckled. “Though, if you’d like to do more, we might think of going somewhere. This bar closes soon.”

“Oh, yes..” Alys hummed softly, and the sound was alluringly sweet, even more like a purr. He glanced back at me and flicked his tongue along his lips, tracing them briefly. “How do we decide…where?”

“Well, you have a room here? A hotel?” I leaned over to tap my wrist band on the payment terminal in front of me. “That’d be easiest if you do.”

“Yes, not far from here, near the main transport stations.” He gestured with a hand. “So, we can go there?”

“Sound’s fuckin’ fantastic.” I grinned wider and tapped my band on his payment screen as well, which made him stammer in protest. “Nah, mate, you can pay me back by explaining just why the fuck you have an entire garden full of catnip, because if it affects you like an earth cat, I am one hundred percent stopping on the way to your hotel to get some.”

Alys stared at me and his coloring went pink and purple in turns, flowing colors that were almost hypnotic before he let out a laugh. His head tossed back, and it was one of the sweetest laughs I’d ever heard in my life. His eyes were glittering brightly as he stood up and actually extended an arm towards me as if he were some eighteenthcentury gentleman escorting his lady. I wanted to make him laugh again instantly.

“It does, a bit, but Geoffrey..” He paused and widened his eyes meaningfully. “It will not die! Even my-“ He paused and gave his head a shake. “Even those terrible with plants cannot kill it. It’s fantastic!”

“Fuck, you’re a proper lunatic, aren’t you?” I laughed and slipped my arm through his, playing my hands along the sleek silk of his scaling. “I like it. C’mon, mate, let’s see what trouble you and I can make.”

“Hopefully a great deal.” Alys dropped into a rumble and I felt goosebumps form as the low purring voice filled my ears. “I have been thinking of little else since I got your message.”

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The walk to the hotel wasn’t what I was used to. At this point, most of my hook-ups and I would have been making out and groping in the excitement of what was going to happen. Alys was a weird gentleman about it, escorting me as he slowed his longer gait to mine and excitedly pointed out plants for me to look at. He had an astounding knowledge of them and at one point stopped to look at some flowers that were in a planter. He chuffed happily at them, pausing to sniff and hesitantly touch the petals of one. It was endearing as hell, but what was more baffling was when he carefully plucked a purple one from the mix.

“There, this will look beautiful on you.” He announced softly and tucked the flower into my hair, his eyes almost glowing.

“I.. uh, yeah, thanks, mate.” I stammered, and that was about all I could do, because how else was I supposed to react to that?

I felt a little off step with the Barbadian, but it wasn’t in a bad way, it was exciting to not know what was going on in his head. He treated me sweetly, not quite like a date, but as if he were excited to share anything he could with me. And it came with touches, fuck, so many little touches. His broad hand on my back or a touch of his arm down my own. His tail flicked and brushed me at times, little drags that came with the scent of something spicy, a little like clove and citrus.

Alys’s hotel room was fucking lavish as hell, I saw that much as we stepped into the room, but my attention was less on the room and more on the Barbadian that I crowded backwards. I’d decided bold was the best approach, he seemed shy and unsure, and that was fine. I’d done this enough times that I knew how to take charge rather than let my partner overthink things. There didn’t need to be thinking, not when we were both after the same result.

I reached up and slid my fingers along the line of the vest, feeling the paler hide beneath my touch and heard a low noise come out of Alys’s throat. His hands reached up and cupped my hips as I stepped into his space and began to explore. His scales were silky beneath my fingers, smooth and almost too warm to the touch. I wouldn’t have known they were scales if I hadn’t looked closely. I let myself trace upwards as he seemed to try and figure out the best way to touch me. Well, he would figure it out, I didn’t mind being the leader in this little dance.

“So, tell me, Alys, does your species kiss? Or is that a human thing?” I slid a finger up to trace his muzzle and watched the wider scales on his muzzle begin to grow darker, flushing blue and green. The brilliant emerald color was starting to win out over the darker blue.

“O-oh, kissing, we don’t so much.” He admitted and then lowered his head closer so that his muzzle nearly brushed my nose. “But I would like to try it, many of those videos had kissing, it seemed enjoyable.”

“I can show you.” I purred and brushed my finger up, tracing the bridge of his nose. I did what I’d wanted to do since I’d seen the flush of color on the scales, I brushed the pad of my finger against them.

“Oh!” Alys’s eyes snapped wide, and his entire body shivered, his tail snapped behind him and his head lowered at that touch. It was such a strong reaction I widened my eyes and paused.

“Sensitive there?” I breathed out and traced my finger over the scales again. They were supple beneath my finger tip.

“Yesssss.” Alys hissed out and lowered his head further for the attention as one of his hands pressed to the small of my back. “Again, please?”

“Fuck, yeah.” I stroked again, using two fingers to slide up to trace the expanse to just under his mane as he shuddered and let out a soft whine that I would have normally equated to my hand down his pants.

Where my fingers touched, the scales flashed emerald, swallowing up the blue color and deepening as Alys’s lips parted in a shivery pant of pleasure. He was reactive as all hell and I found myself more fixated on the little noises he made as I kept rubbing back and forth. I forgot about the offer of a kiss in favor of the soft whine that broke out when I worked my fingers in slow circles all the way down to the bridge of his nose. His ears flattened backwards to his face while his eyes fluttered open, the slit pupils suddenly flared wide to swallow the gold and green.

I carefully moved my head forward and offered my lips to a kiss, because muzzles really aren’t good for the act, but fuck, there’s something hot about it. Alys seemed to figure it out after a few moments and parted his lips for me, tongue darting out to touch my bottom lip. He tasted like the sweet strawberry drink he’d had at the bar, his lips weren’t built like mine, but he made it work. I let out a pleased noise and pressed myself closer, feeling the line of him radiating heat against me.

It took a little time, but the reward came with a startling feel of lips pressing to my own and a deepening kiss as I pressed Alys up against the wall. He let himself go with a little noise while I slid my hands from his muzzle and down towards his hips. His tongue twisted and flicked lightly against my own, chasing the small movements as I nipped playfully which earned me a delicious sounding rumble from his throat. The warm scent of clove and citrus continued to grow. His moan was even sweeter as our bodies pressed intimately together.

I slid against the vest lightly and there was a press of a hand that rucked up my shirt, lifting it higher until the silky finger pads were pressing up against my spine. The bluntness of his claws dragged down and it sent little jolts through me of delight. I arched backwards before pulling my lips back with a breathy groan when Alys let out a shivery breath.

“Oh that was nice…” He sighed out and blinked his eyes while I reached up to trace the length of his vest, catching the buttons. “I did alright?”

“Lovely, why don’t we get this off you?” I murmured softly and fondled the edges of the buttons, giving a gentle tug.

“I.. oh, ahh…. Y-yes. Please.” Alys blinked his dark eyes at me and then tipped his head in close.

I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but sharp teeth grazed against my neck until I gasped and then the tongue flicked out in a slow wet draw. I reached up with one hand to brace against Alys’s hip as he nipped and bit hot kisses against my neck, the low noise that came out of him vibrated through my body. My other hand worked the last buttons open, spreading the material until I brushed an area that didn’t have scales. The skin was smooth and soft against my palm as I stroked down his chest and nuzzled in against his own neck.

“Fuck yeah, love that, Alys.” I murmured and he let out a breathy purr before his teeth grazed carefully down against my neck again.

He let me push his vest off as I pressed my hips in tight to his own, rather pleased that Madigan’s Evolutionary Theory had proven true for so many species’. It meant that I could feel the hard line of him grinding against me in response, the promising swell of his cock making me hiss out and then nip down his neck. The touches causing him to let out a pant and his paws pushed up beneath my shirt with a clear demand that he wanted it off me. Far be it from me to get in the way of that demand, I grinned and stepped back only so long as it took me to pull my shirt off for him.

I didn’t expect his tongue to swipe out down my collar bone the moment my chest was bared. His paws slid up against my back and the claws danced lightly as the tip of his tapered tongue swept along one of my nipples, rolling beneath the metal bars there. It was gentle at first, but when I moaned he did it again and I realized that more of him was growing emerald, his coloring be swallowed in it until there was hardly a hint of blue left. I moved a finger up to slide along the bridge of his muzzle again and he shuddered.

“What does green mean?” I asked and then whined as teeth lightly caught my nipple, not hard, but enough to send a shock through me. “The color, you’re all emerald.”

“It means I am enjoying myself.” Alys’s voice was huskier and his eyes flicked up to look at me from beneath the tumble of his mane. “Arousal.”

He drew the r’s out, rolling them like a deep throated purr and I swallowed, my body flushing hot enough that my pants were finally firmly in the realm of unfucking comfortable. His tongue flicked out again with a gentle curl that made my breath catch and I ran my hands down his chest. The scales were finer as they trailed his sides before being replaced with smooth soft skin, deliciously warm beneath my hand as I nipped against his shoulder lightly and gave a press forward to slot a leg between his hips.

His eyes flashed wide and his slit nostrils flared as he arched his head down, rumbling low in his throat before giving a tentative roll against me. I could feel the length of him trapped in his pants, heavy and promising. I knew he’d be big, that’s at least what research had told me, tapered at the tip, wide at the bottom, large enough to be a stretch. I also knew that they had a rather remarkably property to their come, the color a bright pale blue that I had read varying accounts of actually fucking glowing. Yup, I wanted to know if this alien could glow in the dark. It wasn’t like bioluminescence was rare, but mostly that was skin or feathers or shit, not fluids.

“M’gonna loosen these up, yeah?” I breathed and moved my hand down, shifting myself back to touch the ties on his emerald pants. “S’alright?”

“Please.” Alys’s voice was strained and he seemed shy as he trailed a blunt claw against the bridge of my pants. His long tapered ears twitched nervously, or at least, it looked a little nervous.

“Yeah, go ahead.” I prompted even as I tugged on the laces of his pants, neatly undoing the elegant knots.

I kissed his chest, his chin, tipping my head until his muzzle pressed forward with a greedy swipe of his tongue that made me groan out. I had to blindly undo his pants, but thankfully laces were easy to loosen, and it took only a moment to reach back to unbutton the strap that wrapped around the base of his tail. The tail was moving wildly, shivering and flashing emerald and gold from the fringe of long hairs on the underside. His groan rumbled against my lips as I finally loosened his pants enough to push them down and felt him struggle a bit with my zipper. My hand was already moving to follow the line of his stomach, the swell of his newly freed cock.

The feel of him against my hand was warm and velvety, throbbing with a trail of wetness just along the tip, but the shape was… Well, it wasn’t precisely what I was expecting. And Dock’d was normally reliable. I drew in a breath and pulled back from the kiss just as Alys let out a huff of frustration and managed my zipper. My eyes were all for what I was holding in my hand.

“Fuck me…” I breathed as I stared down at the dusky violet-blue shaft jutting against the line of my hand.

Alys’s whine came with a twitch of lips that showed the flash of fangs, but my attention was all on the spade shaped tip of his cock as my fingers curled around him. The head flared wide just under the slit that I stroked with the pad of my thumb, trailing down to a series of ridges that ran along the underside of his cock. I tried to imagine them pushed inside of him, grinding along my prostate and my hips gave a slow roll against the smooth furred upper thigh. I moved my other hand up to wrap around his base as Alys’s hand began to work my own pants down.

Dockd worked with a helpful database of what each species’ genitals looked like so a person was prepared. Every fucking thing I’d read about Barbadian’s had been that they had long, smooth and tapered cocks. Alys was not any of those things. He was thick from the flare of the tip to a base that had a distinct bulge that sent my pulse leaping when I realized he might actually have a fucking knot. The database never lied, but there was no denying what I was exploring with my hands. Someone had forgotten to properly update this species.

_Looks like I’ll have to thoroughly explore to make sure I revise the information. _ I grinned and gave my hands a slow languid pump that caused Alys to let out a whining moan.

“Gonna have to update the database, mate, fuckin’ lied all over about your sort.” I breathed just as a hot trail of wetness clung to my fingers. The scent of spice grew stronger as Alys panted out shallowly. “That’s one gorgeous cock.”

“I am… different. Your database would be right on others.” He admitted softly and he flushed violet again, embarrassed. Reddish hues near the edges, fear? “Is it a problem?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna definitely suck your cock, mate. And then I want you to fuck me all the way down to your knot.” I breathed the word like a filthy prayer to an ancient debauched god. “Sound good?”

“I… oh, y-yes, please.” So proper and shocked sounding, but my eyes were set on my goal.

Glowing trails of violet-blue clung to my fingertips as I drew them away, the precome thick and viscous as I spread it over the tapered tip. Problem? How the hell could this be a problem, Alys was like my own personal Mount Everest, and I had every intention of seeing if I could take him all the way down to his base. His knot. The idea made my breath come out in a shaky eager rush. It’d been a long time since I’d been this excited and I was going to make sure I enjoyed it.

I let my knees hit the floor and gave into the urge to slide my mouth around the tapered cock tip, laving the slit with my tongue. The precome was slick and tasted faintly sweet, a surprise and a pleasure as I closed my mouth around him and wrapped my hand at his base. Alys’s eyes slammed shut and he let out a guttural sound of pleasure as I rolled my tongue all around his glans. I flicked up and under as I closed my lips down tightly and worked to swallow him, allowing my fingers to slide around the base and promising knot. God, I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to see just how deep I could take him.

A hand moved down and fingers closed along my hair as Alys’s hips trembled while he spread his stance wider. The brilliant green color seemed to pulse as I worked my mouth down, feeling the texture and ridges that were so fucking unique. My tongue twisted and I rolled my eyes up in time to see him panting with his jaws parted and the gold-green eyes blown dark. His attention seemed all consuming as I made a show of dropping my mouth down and feeling a hot slick spill of pre running along the back of my tongue. His groan was music to my ears before the length of his tail suddenly came up to twist around me.

“You look beautiful, Geoffrey.” Alys breathed dreamily, his voice low and purring, and fucking hell, that was a thing to say to a hook-up sucking your cock.

I drew upwards and twisted my tongue, swirling to center right around the slit before concentrating on hot suckling pulls around him. He was a mouthful, more than enough to make it a struggle, but I fucking loved a challenge. I slicked my hand with saliva as I moved upwards, pushing to meet my mouth and then smoothed back down again. The sweet taste of him clung to my tongue as I moaned my pleasure. I let myself bask in the heat of him, the sounds he made as he tipped his head back until his horns clicked against the back wall with a rough guttural moan.

“Please.. please, if you want me in you, you.. oh fuck Geoff, your mouth is too good!” Alys choked out the babbling words, his eyes wild and frantic as I flicked my tongue up again. I could feel him swelling under my attention before I pulled back with a wet popping noise.

A trail of saliva that glowed faintly clung from my lips to the tip of his throbbing shaft and I saw his eyes widen, the curl of his nostrils flared wide to draw in a breath. He looked utterly wrecked as he ran his blunt claws through my hair, stroking it and slipping down to the nape of my neck.

“I want to return the favor.” His words were low, but that made my heart begin to beat wildly. “I want to taste your cock, I’ve thought of little else.”

“Fuck, yeah, mate, yeah! Um, we should probably move to the bed.” He managed, because those words made said cock twitch eagerly.

It didn’t take long to strip out of my clothes, and there was a moment of amusement as Alys actually stopped in the middle of going to the bed to carefully fold each item of clothing. He did the same with his own, taking a care that was a bit adorable as he stood naked with his cock hanging heavy between his legs and fussing over clothing. It gave me time to admire the view of him, the length of the well muscled legs and the grace he walked with, the way his tail twitched and coiled as if it had a mind of its own. The fucking cock that was leaving a wet trail of glowing precome against his inner thigh.

When Alys came to the bed his eyes were dark and fixed on me, the spill of his mane was falling in his eyes and gave him the appearance of being some great jungle cat. And well, I honestly didn’t mind being eaten by a cat if he looked like Alys. That was my thought as he moved onto the bed and hesitated slightly. His ears twitched, the gold rings on them caught in the light as he seemed to be considering me and growing..anxious? I didn’t know, thre was something there. I gave him a slight grin, reaching out to stroke the line of his nose until he let out a shuddering breath.

“Don’t gotta give back, mate, not everyone likes oral.” I offered wondering if that was the reason and he blinked at me.

“Oh I, no, this is just better. Much better than I imagined.” Alys offered nervously and then moved onto the bed, leaning over me. “I hadn’t realized it would feel right, not strange, not..ahh, foreign.” He frowned at his own choice of word and then pressed a paw against my chest. “I want to suck your cock.”

“Fuck..” I breathed as the words were a little deeper and I gave my head a little nod. The smile that spread over his face was wide and flashing before he lowered his head and rubbed his lips along my stomach.

I reached down and lightly stroked the edge of his horns, a little surprised to find that they were warm instead of cool to the touch. I moved to lightly curl my fingers around them as Alys licked down my stomach and made an approving sound. The length of his violet-blue tongue flicked out and then lower, darting to just brush the slick tip of my cock. I let out a guttural moan, my eyes fluttered shut and then his tongue darted out again to swirl experimentally.

“You are so wet, Geoff, are you always so wet?” He asked and his breath was hot over my cock, flushing along it.

“Only when I’m really fuckin’ worked up, which you’ve got me.”I admitted and that earned me a shocked smile before his tongue lavished a stroke from root to tip. “Ahhh fuck me…”

My hips canted up and he purred, he fuckin’ purred, and it was a true purr. It vibrated from his throat and thrummed before his lips parted and the heat of his mouth swallowed down my cock. And to my shock, he swallowed entirely down my cock, the length of his muzzle giving him more room than a human as he managed to push all the way down until his lips were flush at my base.

For a brief moment, I thought I was about to cum immediately down his throat as his tongue twisted around me and squeezed. The sensation shot waves of heat down my back as my hips bucked up and his hands moved to press me down against the bed. He swallowed around me gently and then lifted up with a lewd wet noise, his eyes closed as if he were trying to memorize me just by touch alone.

I did what I’d thought about and used his horns as a hold, gently moving his head, trying to see if that would be alright. He made a pleased eager noise at the touch and I began to guide him. He wasn’t the best I’ve ever had, but he sure as hell made up for it in eagerness. His tongue was absolutely filthy as it curled and flicked, long enough to twist around me until I was panting and shuddering. He sucked and stroked hot and slick, before one of his hands moved and I realized that he was stroking himself. His fingers playing along himself in time to the rise and fall of his muzzle.

“Do..do you have lube, Alys?” I managed to gasp out when he gave a positively obscene drop of his head at the press of my hands, taking every inch into his muzzle.

“Rrrmm?” The sound vibrated over my cock before he lifted his head, a messy gleam of wetness trailed his lower lip. “Yes, I do.” He panted shallowly and I watched as his fist twisted around his cock tip with a groan. “Mate, you better save that for me, because fuck, I want you to rail me into this bed.”

“Oh!” Alys’s ears twitched up and there was a flash of purple tracing his coloring, his eyes a little wide. “I.. y-yes, I want that, I very much want that.”

“Good.” I swallowed and propped myself up on my elbows. “Lube?”

Alys apparently had plans for one hell of a business trip or overestimated the need for lube, because the pump top bottle he produced was pretty fucking impressive. He cast a shy look at me as I grinned, and felt the oddest sensation of imagining him with someone else laying on this bed. Someone else seeing the oddly vulnerable expression on his face as he glanced down at me and swallowed, running his hand against my inner thigh lightly.

“I have never…” He began and blew out a breath before going a deeper shade of amethyst. “That is, I have watched videos, but I do not wish to hurt you. I am.. rrrmm.. large.”

“S’alright, I came prepread.” I shifted and then moved to snag one of the pillows on the bed. “Listen, like I said, it’s okay you don’t have experience. M’not gonna judge, I’ll help you.”

“Please!” He looked grateful, his expression lightening as he trailed a thumb along my cock, making my groan a little bit and roll my hips upwards.

“Right, I’ve got a plug in me, that way you didn’t have to worry about working me open.” I moved a little and slid a leg along him as he shuffled closer, staring down my body hungrily. “You’ll have to be gentle, just sorta work it out of me, that’s all. Easy peasy, like pudding and fucking pie.”

“Ahh this is, it makes things easier.” Alys admitted and hesitated before sliding a hand up my leg, pulling it over his shoulder to brush a kiss against my inner thighs. “I am rude, I should have told you, you’re so lovely. Your patterns.. ahh.. tattoos, your skin, tawny and gold, like the sun.” He kissed again softly.

“Fuck, Alys, you can’t just say things like that.” I felt heat creeping up at the near worshipful kiss of his lips against my inner thigh, the graze of fangs that lightly bit me while his and slipped down to stroke the base of the plug.

“Why? It’s true. Look at you, Geoffrey.” His gold and emerald eyes fixed on me, drowning deep in his haze of desire. “You’re perfect, so hard for me, so wet, already planning to take my cock. You came prepared.”

His voice dropped and I swallowed, not at all fucking sure how to react to the soft praise. It made the heat pool lower in my body, but it made me feel suddenly vulnerable as his fingers gently caught the dark purple base of the plug. He was gentle, stroking it and moving lightly until it groaned out a soft noise of pleasure, grinding upwards, but he was still talking softly. He pulled it ever so gently, stimulating him, but his words didn’t seem to stop.

“Fuck, I’ve never seen your like, I could map your tattoos for days and I don’t think I’d be tired of finding new things.” He licked my inner thigh, tracing up until his long tongue curled just along my balls until I groaned. “Lovely man, I want to fuck you until you paint my chest with your come.”

“Jesus, that’s… oh god.. yeah Alys, I want that..” I panted and his tongue traced up, licking right at my drooling tip hotly.

“You’re doing perfectly, Geoff, you are beyond my wildest dreams.” He murmured and gently, carefully, worked the plug out of me.

It was one of my bigger ones, and my hips twitched and canted higher up while he let out a series of low noises. His eyes were fixed on the sight with his head tipped down as it pulled free and I flexed my hole once I was empty. He let out a moan, sweet and eager, and went straight to my cock as he set the plug to one side. I heard him with the lube before a slick cool finger stroked up along my pucker and his mouth worked its way up my chest, hot searing touches that came with flicks of his tongue. The jewel tone of his body contrasted sharply with the dark line of his cock hanging heavy between his legs, the wet glow of his slick tip leaving droplets on the bed.

The thickness of his finger pushed into me before his mouth pressed to mine again. Alys seemed to have taken to kissing with an eagerness I appreciated as I moaned into his muzzle when his finger pushed into me, testing me with a series of slow pumps. I was stretched and ready, but I still enjoyed the sensation of him gliding against me, exploring. It sent shocks racing down my body and I rolled upwards into his touch as he guided my legs to slip around his waist.

To my shock, his tail flicked out and twisted, catching my ankles and pulling them tight until I muffled a whine into his mouth. His tongue darted out to trace my lower lip heatedly and I nipped lightly, dancing and taunting with gentle constant touches. He worked a second finger into me, letting out a sweet trilling purr, warm and tender sounding. Intense, it was all too intense, stirring things in my mind as he drew back shaking.

“Can I..?” He trailed off and looked at me with widespread eyes.

“Yes, fuck, yes, Alys! Fuck me!” I moved my hands up to slide along his neck, feeling the silk of his mane. It was even lovelier to stroke as it was to look at.

The fingers slipped from me with a light caress of blunt claws before he worked more of the lube over himself. He muffled a groan and fluttered his eyes shut at his own touch, half making me afraid he’d come before he was even inside of me. He didn’t, he slid his hand down to his base to guide himself and then arched above me, the broad tip of him pushing down to nudge lightly against my opening. God he was fucking thick and I wanted every inch he could give me.

I nodded my head when he looked down at me, and then his hips began to roll forward until his tip squeezed past my rim and I let out a guttural cry. I dug my fingers into his mane as he began to slide forward, the ridges catching against my opening and stimulating me as he let out a guttural moan of his own. His head tipped down and I felt his hot breath against my shoulder as he kept his tail securely gripping my legs to hold them in place. It was an interesting bit of bondage and I’d probably love the fuck out of it when I wasn’t thinking of the sheer size of him.

He was gentle, he was more than gentle, he seemed to make sure he was attuned to every noise I made as I was slow sheathing himself in me. My muscles ached faintly, but it was that lovely ache that came from just this side of too much. I tipped my head to press into his neck, muffling my noises as inch by inch slid home, hot and spilling a trail of precoma that mingled with the ample spill of lubricant. Fuck, I was gonna be glowing like a god damn firefly after this.

“You feel…. _Thyletta!...so good!” _ I heard the curse in his own language, no need to translate that shit. His hips snapped forward the last few inches until the bulge of his base ground against me.

“Go on, Alys.. fuck me..” I breathed out against his neck, arching against him with a flex of my legs. “Wanna feel you all fuckin’ week when you’re done.”

“Rrrr oh yessss…” The hissed words breathed against my neck before he drew back, and the world snapped into a wave of pleasure. Oh holy fuck those ridges on his dick were something else.

He began to fuck me, slow at first, his hips working to find a rhythm and the movements caressed through me in a way that made the world explode in pleasure. They were slow, but I was moaning into Alys’s shoulder as if I was seeing actual god herself when he began to grow a little more confident. His hands moved to grasp my hips tightly, caressing them and stroking as each thrust forward pushed me harder against the mattress, pinning me in place with a low rumbling purr that sent vibrations running across my chest.

The thrusts began to slowly pick up speed, my body working to accommodate and adjust to him, but shit he was big. He was plunging deep inside of me and sliding forward so that soon the wider portion of his base started to nudge and stretch me open that much wider. I choked out a moan and tipped my head up, biting and kissing along his jawline, causing him to pant out as he gave my hips a gentle tug upwards, gripping and helping to adjust my position until I could feel him finding just the right spot.

“Yes! Fuckin’ yes, Alys, there!” I cried out and he gave another thrust, the last bit of him sinking home and spreading me wide before he pulled back.

“That’s right, you… oh you’re doing beautifully… Geoff, you’re perfect. So perfect. This is… what I.. was made for…” He panted those words out, turning his head to catch my lips in another kiss.

It was absolutely filthy and I met his demand with one hand curled along the nape of his neck and held on. I was being driven into the bed, but I loved every moment as his muscles worked to saw his length in and out with slick hot sounds. His noises were punched from his throat, hot and eager, so eager, I drank them down. I catalogued them and memorized them, the breathy gasps and the deep guttural moans, the whimpers and keens, I wanted them all and matched them with my own.

The ridges were a constant stimulation until I was arching into his thrusts, trying to take more, so much more. The shortening strokes built and I was half convinced he was going to end up coming untouched. It was hot and wild, and Alys’s hands were gripping my thighs with almost bruising force as his lips finally pulled back and his eyes looked wild. The pupils blown darn and his mouth parted with each gasping breath as he sped up, hard and harder, and it was everything I wanted. I craved.

“Let.. me know… if you want it all..” Alys managed to gasp out and fuck, I could feel his base thickening and tugging each time he pulled free. “Geoffrey… yes.. or no?!” “Yes! FUCKIN’ YES!” I choked the words because that stretch, the ache and push as it caught inside of me. I wanted it, fuck I wanted everything he could possibly offer me.

Alys’s head cast back as he shifted upwards and suddenly I found myself pulled with him, his knees pushed down in an odd position, balancing me in his lap as my own weight dropped me down. He was strong, fuck, he was so strong, his arms flexed and tightened as the last few thrusts cast me upwards until I intimately felt his base starting to swell open inside of me.

Holy fuck, oh holy fuck, it stretched and strained, but so did his ridges, all of him seemed to have only one goal which was to make sure he was locked inside of me. I grabbed his shoulders and heard him call my name before a liquid burst of words spilled from him. He was saying something in his own language and I was too far gone to care before his hips shuddered to a stop and he pulled me down against him before a rush of heat began to pour into me.

It was hot, so hot, so much was flooding into me that it was almost too much as Alys trembled and let out a breathy moan as he held me close to him. One arm wrapped around my back and a slick hand suddenly caught my achingly hard cock. His silken palm pressed down around me and that was all it took as he swept upwards in one stroke, two and the world went white with my pleasure as my back bowed and my hips tried to twitch.

I could feel his knot inside of me, the throb of it, the way he tugged as I tried to move before I began to spill hot and slick over his hand, onto his chest. He stroked me and murmured into my neck in his own language, his voice ragged as I felt him pulsing inside of me for each moment of my orgasm. It was intense, the world seemed to blur and remake itself through the wholly intimate act of being impaled so fully on him, filled so deeply.

By the time I came down Alys was raggedly panting and sagging backwards, dropping onto the bed so that I was sprawled on top of him. His head was cast back and his lips were parted as he held me with one hand pressed against my back and the other loosely grasping my cock. He didn’t move it, just held me as I felt my heart still racing in my ears.

It was only when he swallowed that I realized he was making a sound of not quite of distress, but something that wasn’t… well it didn’t sound like someone after mind blowing sex. I blinked my eyes open and he was still flushed emerald, but there were ripples of color there. Flashes of rosy pink and hints of white, ripples of darkness like onyx. Diamonds and rose quartz and onyx in the midst of a field of emerald, jewels trapped in the softness of his scales.

“Alys?” I rasped, my voice rough sounding and I moved to touch his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“It was so good, Geoff, you were…” Alys’s eyes blinked open and rich pink hues suffused him, rich and rippling through some of the emerald. “Oh Geoffrey, you were…. You were amazing, so beautiful. So… everything.”

“Mate.” I swallowed a lump in my throat as he lifted a hand to touch my cheek gently, leaning his head up.

“Thank you.” He breathed the word softly, and it was so laden with emotion my throat tightened. I felt as though I might cry and I wasn’t sure why, but I leaned down to kiss him.

I held him as he seemed to be rolling through emotions one after another, but they settled on pleasure as he remained locked deep inside of me. I was already sore, and didn’t give a damn. I hadn’t been so… invested in someone in years, maybe ever, but the sweet Barbadian beneath me murmured soft tender praise into my neck as he held me. As if I had given him something precious, and I really didn’t know what to do with that except hold him back.

“You’re so beautiful, Alys.” I murmured, trying to give back some of his praise and heard the purr start vibrating low in his chest like a sweet croon. “Relax, relax.. I’ve got you. I do.”

“Geoffrey.” Alys bumped his forehead against my mine, his liquid gold and emerald eyes meeting mine. No other words, just my name, and it made me swallow a terrifying weight of fondness rising up in me.

I needed to get the fuck out of here before I did something stupid.

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I stepped out onto the street, feeling only a little guilty I had snuck out on Alys while he was sleeping, but I had rules for a reason. It wasn’t a good idea to spend the whole night with a hook-up, no matter how fucking sweet they were. And well, the knot thing had made me stay later than I wanted, as it was, fuck, I was aching in the best way possible as I stretch myself out.

His fondness, his words, all of them had been too much, but not enough. I had drifted into a nap with him stroking me and murmuring in a liquid sounding tongue sweet words in his own language. I didn’t know what they meant, but I had melted into them as much as I had melted into his praise. He was dangerous, because I didn’t mix emotion with sex, I knew that lesson. Jack had driven that lesson into me decades ago and I still had the ache in my knee to prove it. He could speak as sweetly as he wanted, but I wasn’t going to be an idiot. I wasn’t going to think it meant anything more than a simple one night fuck. Yes, it was best to leave him sleeping and unaware I had left.

It was easier to not think about the fact that Alys was still looking for more, probably he would find any number of people eager to give him a try. Look at how quickly I had jumped on him? I ignored the twist of jealousy and hurt I felt, burying it down with a shake of my head as I tied my hair back. That wasn’t any of my fucking business.

Time to get back to the real world. I touched my watch to bring up my notifications, clearing them as I walked down the street and tried not to look like a well fucked penguin. I distracted myself with a few messages sent off to marketing, another message cast up the line to some contacts and then logged into my secure email. There was only one notification waiting for me. It came up flagged as urgent, forwarded from my CFO. That alone was enough to make me stop on the sidewalk.

TO: Black Beard (Geoffrey Teach)

Neptune CEO

UVI Delegated Case File 70039

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_A meeting is set for 07:30, address to be forwarded at 07:00. Regarding your association with Barbadian Fugitive: Alys Bartholomew Nitanis. _

Your presence is not a request.

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_Viktor A Dasarius _

Attached Files

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BASILICA HANDS: What the fuck have you been doing, Geoffrey?! Contact me immediately!

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It didn’t take much to see the attached files had to do with Aries. With me, but that wasn’t all. I stared at the message and the demand for a meeting with the clear expectation that if I didn’t, I was going to find myself in a world of trouble. “Barbadian Fugitive.” What the hell had I just walked into and what the hell had Alys done to earn the title ‘fugitive’?!

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