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It had been a terrifying period: getting kidnapped at gunpoint, dragged to a brothel, and then told it was all for a greater mission. Abel trusted in his fellow humans and knew that whatever might come of things, this was all for the greater good. To Able it had to be.

Even if he was technically a sleeper agent for the Guard.

Abel breathed in and out, staring at himself in the blurry mirror of his bare-boned room in the brothel. Stein told him that he'd have his first client today, in preparation for whatever mission the resistance had in store for him. Despite the seediness of it all, Abel was reassured this was an high class establishment and they didn't let just any noble hurt the workers. Security was available in case anything were to go wrong.

Muffled voices whispered behind the door, followed by soft chuckles. Abel took off his underwear, as requested by the client, and laid down on the bed, face-down, with his rear in the air.

Male Sirian, likes his prostitutes to submit, rich…

Abel repeated the briefing in his head as the door creaked open.

“My, my..." a familiar voice whispered and the door clicked shut, “...what a fine piece of ass."

Abel craned his neck back and his blood went cold. Frontus was standing in front of the mirror, brushing the long, elegant blonde fur stretching from his floppy ears.

“What are-"

“You can take off your disguise now," Frontus interrupted Abel, “we're safe here."

“Disguise?" Abel broke out of his submissive position and stared at the Sirian, dumbfounded. “Uh...I didn't really choose to come here. The rebels seemed to want to train me for a mission before accepting me, so..."

“No, no, no!" Frontus' black lips curled in a sneer. “Time is too precious to be making jokes! We are so close to completing our plans, Logos wills it."

“Logos?" Abel whispered starting to get confused.

If the Sirian had heard what Abel had whispered, he showed no indication, quietly staring into the mirror before his back suddenly contorted violently. There was a loud hiss, like a can of food being pierced open, as the Sirian's silky fur began melding into Frontus' body until it was entirely gone, replaced with a coat of black scales.

Frontus turned around and flared two slitted nostrils on the end of an obsidian snout, lashing a thick, muscular tail behind him.

Abel rushed to his feet, back against the wall.

“Take your disguise off already," the Lacertan hissed, “have you been a human so long that you've begun to hate your Logos-blessed body?"

There was only one thought in Abel's head: run! But before his body could put that thought into action, the door swung open again and two more familiar figures entered.

Brolath and Rorgh were standing there, naked and with their sheaths on full-display. Abel blushed and couldn't help but look over at the Lacertan and the thin slit he had between his thigh. Unlike most species, Lacertan porn was flagrantly illegal in the Regulian Empire and Abel couldn't help but wonder what lurked beyond that slit.

What the hell am I thinking!?

Abel looked at Brolath and pointed at the big Lacertan in the room. Neither the Regulian nor the Lupiad seemed to show much regard for it.

Shrugging, Brolath patting Abel on the shoulder as Rorgh closed the door, “It's perfectly fine to show off your true form once in awhile on Earth."

Both of the new visitors contorted their backs violently and just like Frontus earlier, they quickly transformed into reptiles. Brolath's new form had orange scales with a thick spike at the end of his snout while Rorgh's scales were cyan and he had frills around his neck.

“Come on, aren't you tired of being in human form?" Rorgh flicked out a forked tongue against Abel's cheek.

“Rorgh..." Brolath hissed, digging his claws into Abel's flesh. His palm scales were as smooth as metal, “...he is warm-blooded!"

Rorgh and Frontus clicked their throats, flicking out their tongues as they slowly paced across Abel's vision, their emotionless green eyes locked on him. Brolath kept his claws firmly dug into Abel's shoulder and hissed whenever the human dared to ponder making a break for it.

“How did this happen?" Rorgh asked, neck-frills twitching. “We were told he was one of us!"

“It would seem we grabbed the wrong human for our mission," Frontus snorted, “I don't understand, command repeatedly told us he was the right one, even when he got the codewords wrong."

“Command appears to have once again misinterpreted the will of Logos," Rorgh lashed his tail, knocking over a pile of erotic magazines. “Why am I not surprised?"

“The question is..." Brolath hissed sharply into Abel's ear, “...what do we do with him now?"

Rorgh shrugged, “Make sure he doesn't breathe a word of this."

The cyan Lacertan felt up a particularly long claw on his middle finger. Abel's flesh went cold as the lizard stalked closer towards him, green eyes appraising him as if he were nothing more than an animal to slaughter.

A black hand slapped Rorgh on the chest, instantly stopping him in his track. Rorgh looked over to Frontus, who had a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“You forget that we have more than one way of making sure he doesn't talk," Frontus ran his tongue along his razor-sharp teeth. “My venom glands are Eros-3."

“Ahhhh..." Rorgh breathed out in awe, “...you are truly blessed by Logos."

“Well then, as the word of Logos says..." Frontus flicked his tongue out in Abel's direction. A stray drop of saliva managed to hit Abel in the forehead and his skin began to tingle, “...healthy and pleasurable recreation keeps a mind rational."

“As Logos says..." the room echoed.

Brolath suddenly wrapped his arms under Abel's shoulders, pinning the human to the much larger Lacertan's cold, smooth scales. Only now did Abel's flight instincts kick in and he began to thrash as the black Lacertan slowly approached, flicking his tongue out playfully.

“No! Stay back!" Abel shouted suddenly.

“You've already lost, human," Frontus whispered in a velvety tone, at least for a lizard, “and we're here to give you the ultimate consolation prize: true happiness."

“Just let me go! I won't-!"

“The first human to serve his new benefactors, once we dispose of your feline overlords..." Frontus continued speaking softly, heedless of Abel's objections. The black Lacertan grabbed Abel by the chin and forced the human to look up at him. Abel had never felt so small and helpless before, he might as well have been trying to stare down a dragon.

“You should consider it an honor..."

Frontus forced Abel's month open and darted forward, pressing his cold snout up against Abel's face. The lizard's rope-like tongue shot past Abel's teeth and licked around the corners of his mouth.

Immediately, Abel felt his resistance falter. Anywhere Frontus' forked tongue touched him, a pleasurable, tingly sensation began to linger and spread. It felt so good that Abel even decided that it would be okay to let the lizard have his way for now, if it meant feeling this good.

By the time he realized what a mistake he had made, the sensation had left his mouth and began to travel up his nerves.

“I..." Abel gasped as his cock suddenly went rock hard.

“You are to serve us in any way we please," Frontus whispered, his voice rippling through Abel's mind as he spoke. Every word uttered made Abel's heart skip and he found himself not even thinking about objecting, “you are nothing more than a slave…"

The handsome black-scaled Lacertan leaned in and Abel began to sweat. Abel ran his palms along the hard chest of the lizard, the feeling of smooths scales jolting his fingers like music.

“...and you are happy..."

I am happy.

“Lower your hand to my slit, slave."

The words jolted Abel and he could not refuse. It felt too good to refuse, every movement of his arm towards the cloaca caused his muscles to relax as if they were being massaged.

Obedience is joy. Why did I try to rebel?

I just needed him...

Frontus' slit was tight but Abel parted it with his fingers, probing around for the treasure buried within. When the human found himself unable to locate it, being unfamiliar with their anatomy, Frontus gently touched Abel's hand and whispered directions.

“It's okay, slave..." Frontus hushed, “...you're almost there..."

Something hard and slick grazed against Abel's finger but before he could give it his full attention, it shot out with a hydraulic force, pushing Abel's hand away. Abel was so shocked that he stumbled backwards into the muscular chest of Brolath, who hugged from behind.

“Awww," Brolath's tongue, thicker than the others, lolled onto Abel's shoulder as the orange Lacertan licked him, “humans are so precious."

Abel's eyes were locked on his obsidian master's member. It was pale pink and had a tapered head. It was long and thick, all Abel could think about was how good it would feel to take it inside him, and Abel found himself rubbing at his crotch.

“A Phys-3 phallus!?" Rorgh clicked his tongue. “I merely have a Bi-1!"

With some difficultly, Rorgh stuck two of his claws inside his own slit, rubbed himself for a few seconds and came out with a moderately-sized bifurcated cock. Had Abel not been under the thrall of Frontus, he would have certainly been distracted by that marvel.

“Please..." Abel gasped, pressing his palm against his cock, “...Master..."

“See how obedient he is now?" Frontus chuckled and poked at the human's nipple with his claw, forcing Abel to moan. “Eros-3 venom makes the target so horny they will do whatever you tell them to."

Rorgh rubbed at his scaled chin, “Suck my cock, slave."

Abel ignored the blue Lacertan and continued to struggle to escape Brolath's grasp, wishing to get closer to the Lacertan he was bound to.

“Slave," Frontus spoke and Abel immediately froze, his heart skipping a beat as he anxiously awaited his Master's sweet orders, “suck his cock, it will please me."

Brolath released Abel and the human fell to the ground, stumbling as he briskly crawled towards the blue Lacertan.

Abel cupped the bifurcated cock in his palm, gently stroking the thin, tapered shafts before laying them on his tongue and closing his lips around them.

It was a strange feeling, not only being Abel's first time sucking cock but technically two at once. Strange, but it felt so right. This was where he belonged, a weak, pathetic little human serving his reptilian betters as best as he could.

Why would he desire anything else?

The Lacertan's cock's taste was indescribable. In some ways it tasted like nothing more than bland meat, but shortly after sensing that, Abel's mind would spark and he would feel the same way as if he tasted his favorite food.

Part of Abel's mind knew that he was being controlled by the venom, but if it meant feeling like this, it didn't matter.

There was no point to resisting anyways. Not against the Regulians or the Lacertans.

Surrender and be rewarded…

Cum suddenly spurted against the back of Abel's throat and he pulled back, retching onto the ground as semen dripped from his lips.

A heavy foot slammed into Abel's back and his face landed in the puddle of semen and saliva.

“How dare you spit it out!?" Rorgh hissed.

Rorgh's thick footclaw dug into Abel's back, threatening to pierce his skin at the slightest provocation.

Yes! Please...do what you want! Hurt me! Fuck me! I'm just a pathetic slave, a mere piece of furniture!

“Now, now," Frontus whispered and Abel felt the claw lift from his flesh. Two hands wrapped around Abel's shoulders and lifted him up from the ground, spinning him around to face the black Lacertan, who flicked his tongue onto his property's cheeks and licked him clean, “he has much to learn. We should be patient with our new toy, hm?"

“Indeed," Brolath flexed his arms, “he will be such good entertainment while we take over this wretched planet."

“By the time the year is over with, all the Dukes will be replaced with disguised Lacertans," Frontus noticed the human was stroking his tapered cock and teased him by flicking the human's penis, “how does that sound? Every human will be just like you soon."

“Thank you..." Abel gasped, “...thank you for saving us from the Regulians."

“You can show your gratitude," Frontus's voice sneered, “get on the bed and raise that warm blooded ass of yours."

Abel's heart began to beat faster, and he did as he was told, wiggling his rear into the air like an animal in heat. He was going to get rewarded!

“Hm," Frontus poked at the human's anus, “they have any lube in this whorehouse?"

“Don't bother looking," Brolath sauntered up and pointed at his thick tongue, “Slide-4 venom."

“What the hell is that?" Rorgh asked.

“Lubricating saliva," Brolath said simply as he planted his scaly palms on Abel's thighs.

“Sometimes I question Logo's judgment when modifying us," Rorgh said quietly.

“His judgment is helping us today, do not question it," Frontus scolded.

Cool air brushed up against Abel's rear and he giggled. Something slick prodded up against his rear, teasing the rim of his anus before effortlessly forcing its way inside.

Either Brolath's venom was the most powerful lubricant in the world or Abel was built just to serve them. Abel believed in the latter, finding it far more erotic as the lizard darted his tongue around the deepest corners of his rectum. Occasionally it would brush against his prostate, which created such pleasure that Abel almost felt like his heart would stop if he did not scream out in joy. He had to show his Masters that he was grateful, or else.

Why would he not want to show his gratitude?

Satisfied that the human was adequately prepped, Brolath retracted his tongue and briefly nuzzled at Abel's cheeks with his spiked snout before letting the black Lacertan take over.

Abel squealed as he felt his Master's weight shift the bed, and could not even dream of containing his excitement when his strong, scaled arms wrapped around his shoulders, preventing him from resisting.

Not that he wanted to, mind you…

Frontus' dick was as hard as granite and as thick as wood, but it fit Abel like a glove thanks to the lubricating venom.

“Ahhhh!" Abel gasped as he let the Lacertan take his last bit of resistance. He was giving his new Master his final surrender, all rebellion having faded from his body. He was merely just a pet for him now.

Every thrust was like a jackhammer, not too far removed from the force that shot his cock out of his slit to begin with. Frontus was more powerful than a Regulian, hell, maybe even an Equuleian.

Lacertans are perfect.

Frontus forced Abel to nuzzle against his snout between thrusts. His scales were cold and oppressive, just the way Abel wanted his Master to be.

I will give you myself.

A tongue darted against Abel's cheek, spreading more of the Lacertan's precious venom across his skin. Abel immediately stretched his tongue out to lick it up.

I will give you my spirit.

A thick tail slapped Abel's side like a whip. There was no pain, only joy.

I will give you my soul.

Frontus hissed sharply and his cock shuddered. His semen was cooler than a human's, but not cold, as it filled Abel up.

Abel felt any last vestige of will evaporating as his own cock ejaculated onto the sheets. He was becoming nothing more than an object, and he was okay with that.

I will give you Earth…

The war was won and Earth had new reptilian masters.

Abel never learned of what truly happened under Lacertan rule. His entire world was whatever room his Master told him to be in, nothing more.

He needed only concern himself with his Master and pleasuring him, along with anyone he was told to pleasure, which he did with great joy.

The rebel in him had died out and was replaced with a slave.

And he finally found happiness.