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“We’re gonna do good business for sure.” Garmick Allutur’s snaggle-toothed grin was as wide as Mellit Fareles had ever seen it. “It’s been a long time since we had a bonanza like this...all sorts of life forms, pretty easy capture. I think we got something like three hundred specimens, some of them insanely unlikely. It’s perfect, we’ve never gotten so many before.”

Mellit couldn’t have been happier to hear that news. “Three hundred! We’re gonna fuckin’ rake it in! How much are we looking at?”

“Oh, we can get five-figure credits for a lot of these easy, six figures on some of them. Even after shuttle maintenance and fuel we’re looking at close to seven figure paydays for all of us! All that patience finally paid off, yeah?”

“Hell yeah! I was gonna pitch a fit after we busted the last couple runs…”

“I don’t blame you, I promised a lot but you ain’t seen it yet in almost a year. It was a run of bad luck, it ain’t always gonna be this good but it’s usually closer to this than what we went through. But hey, smuggling ain’t a pretty business, you gotta have the guts and the patience for it.”

“You’re right, you’re right. Wasn’t my strong suit before, but I’ve definitely learned some of that.” It was hard for Mellit to believe that this was even what he was doing now - interplanetary smuggling seemed like a system so far removed from his prior lifestyle that it might as well be fantasy. But after racking up some significant debts for the wrong reasons, he’d gotten roped into it as a get-money-quick scheme. The ‘quick’ part was seeming to be overstated initially, but it looked like he might be getting to that point finally.

Of course, interplanetary smuggling took a lot of different flavors - drugs, weapons, other things that were randomly banned on certain planets and not on others for inane reasons, even people - criminals were a popular one for no-questions-asked, but didn’t tend to pay well. But their flavor of smuggling was quite a bit different: they sought out planets with life and brought life-forms to sell on other planets. It was wildly illegal - the threat of invasive species in the environment was undeniable, and it was impossible to know what was dangerous or toxic. But Mellit learned quite quickly that rich people didn’t give a shit about any of that - the ability to show off exotic life that they owned meant far more to them than any danger, and they were willing to pay out the nose for it. And that was all Mellit cared about, if he could make fat stacks off of it he would do so without hesitation.

“I’ve never seen any of these before...I think that tip that this was an untouched planet was totally correct. And you know that they love the stuff that no one else can have. Once we reach Corolie system I’ll get some auctions set up, make sure we have all the contacts we can find.”

“Hee, I can’t wait! And how much do you think we’ll get for the crown jewel of the collection?”

“Oh, goodness, I don’t even know! Bipeds are so incredibly rare to come across I might have to do my research, but if we can’t at least snag a million for him, I’d be shocked!”

“I can’t believe we managed to pick up a biped in our trawler! Are you sure he’s not gonna give us trouble? I’ve heard about smugglers picking up natives before that created havoc, if it’s not an animal we have to be careful.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Garmick cackled dismissively. “Old Conte did some tests, he places the scaly creep’s intelligence at about dog level. No communication, limited understanding of commands, but could probably be trained to do some tricks or simple tasks. That alone’s gonna up his worth, not just for show but the ability to actually get some use out of him.”

“Hah, yeah. Can you imagine some rich snobby lady leading him around on a leash? Might even take him into the bedroom, if she’s feeling adventurous.”

“You thinking about a go at him before we sell him? A test of the goods, you seemed interested in some of that before.”

Mellit grinned; there was some kind of kinky thrill in screwing around with other life forms, even if they weren’t really sentient beings. Odd that he never felt that way about familiar animals, just the ones that seemed too alien to really feel taboo. “Hah, tempting as that sounds, I think he’d probably wreck me if I tried! Maybe if we sedated him...I’d wanna make sure he doesn’t get the jump on me, you know he’s probably packing a whopper under there! Hey, could even use that as kind of a selling point, if you know what I mean, bet there’s lots of people who would pay for that.”

“You make a good point...if I can find a way to get that across that won’t scandalize some old biddies, I’ll go for it. I’m sure you can train any old beast to do something like that.”

“Excellent. I’m gonna be dreaming money dreams for days!”

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Whatever the pounding in his head was right now, it was NOT a money dream. Mellit’s vision was blurry, his head was spinning and aching, and he felt awfully cold...like the air was right up against his skin, as if he wasn’t wearing anything. He couldn’t move much, his arms and legs were bound, and his mouth was gagged...what had happened to him? He couldn’t remember much from the past...he presumed it was a day, give or take. Clearly, something bad had gone down, but he couldn’t remember a bit of it.

His ears were picking up on something, though...a voice, not too far away.

“Yeah...no, listen to me, it’s not ‘abandonment.’ I was abducted. It’s...look, long story. I just want to pick up my things...no, for the last time, I’m not going to file a lawsuit over that, it wasn’t negligence. I’m not asking for a refund for anything other than just the days I won’t be spending there...there’s something called ‘extenuating circumstances.’ I know the laws, you can’t charge someone for extra days when they were barred from executing their part of the contract by illegal means. Don’t turn this into a whole mess…”

Mellit wasn’t sure why he was hearing someone yammering on about something like this...he turned his eyes up towards what seemed like a pilot’s seat, trying to see who was there, moaning a bit as his headache spiked. He was able to make out a little bit, though, and his blood ran cold. It certainly wasn’t a human in that seat...no, he was looking at the back of a scaly head, with two pairs of knobby horns on his skull and a ridge of spines down his back.

N-no...it...he was...couldn’t talk...dog-like intelligence…

“Thank you. That’s all I needed to hear.” The reptile looked back at him, harsh eyes narrowing as he saw movement. “I’ll be in within three days. It’ll be as soon as I can, but how soon depends on how quickly I can get this heap back to Greisha. If I need to talk to a manager about all the arrangements have them ready for me. Karthis out.”

With a push on the screen, it was turned off, and the reptile turned the seat around, leaning down at the bound human in front of him. “So, you’re finally awake. About time, I was hoping you wouldn’t be out until I got back...there’s something satisfying about being alone with the advantage, I’ll have to admit.”

The reptile reached down and undid the gag over Mellit’s mouth. The words that came out of him were slightly slurred, but coherent. “Wha...what...happened? Where...am I?”

“You’re on a private transport. I was granted it to get back home after reporting your little operation to the proper authorities. You had fucking balls, really, but if you thought you were getting away with something…”

“What? But...it was...we were just...how? It’s...it’s an uninhabited planet…”

“Uninhabited? You’re seriously that dumb? It’s a Risarian resort planet, you dipshit. If you’d done your research you’d know that. It’s a place for us to go to get back to nature, the beauty and majesty of it without the intrusions of modern life…or at least to one of the resorts on it that take you closer than on Risaria proper.” The reptile’s tail swished a bit in agitation, and Mellit felt his heart thump a bit as he saw the wicked-looking spikes near the end; those could easily impale him and end him in a second. “Stealing from there, you weren’t just violating smuggling ordinance, you were vandalizing Risarian property.”

“What...what did you do to my partners?”

“They’re all arrested and taken into custody, and your shuttle’s been impounded. Per our laws, I was given first right of determination. Not sure I care what happens to the others, but I’m making sure your smuggling days are over.”

“You...are you…” Mellit swallowed. “G-gonna...kill me?”

“No, of course not. That’s not a punishment on the table. Shit, what kind of barbaric laws do you have in your space? No, you owe me for the crimes you committed against me, and as an appointed agent for your damage to Risarian property. Simply put, my name’s Karthis Argenan, and I fucking own you now.”

“What?!” That woke Mellit up a bit more. Owned? By this creature? How was that even possible? “I...what the hell are you even? I thought...we were told you were…”

“An animal in intelligence? Yeah, I wish someone had actually seen that, my performance would’ve won awards.” Karthis smirked a bit at the shocked human. “You think I didn’t know what was going on right away? I was swept up while out doing some hunting, naked and confused, but when I see that you guys are examining the different specimens you stole...I know all about the smuggling rings, my brother’s worked a good bit taking those down on our planet. So I played dumb as I possibly could. Fooled your guys into thinking I was just some random biped animal...heck, I was just going for ‘troglodyte,’ I outdid myself. So they didn’t think anything of putting me in an absurdly simple cage, not even a real lock. Maybe if you idiots had done your research you would’ve known you’d caught up a sapient, and would’ve cut your losses. And I’m not even above average for a Risarian but a dozen of you weren’t even able to put up a good fight.”

“L-look...I’m...I’m sorry about, about this all...we, this wasn’t what we were-”

“Stow it. You’re only sorry that you got caught. You think I didn’t hear you all yakking it up about how rich you were gonna be? This isn’t some shit you got sucked into, you were looking forward to a payday and now you’re trying to pretend you’re just a guy who got in over his head. Either you still think I have dog-like intelligence or you really think you’re smart as shit and can talk your way out of this.”

If there was a worst-case scenario, this was it. Mellit had never pretended that what he was doing wasn’t risky, but he didn’t think it would go this bad. “But...but we...we were supposed to...to stay away from...from sapients, I...they said it was...it was safer for us if we didn’t, uh, encroach on...on places that...that had…”

“You’re spending a lot of words to say something that isn’t going to change shit. It’s already a done deal - we’re efficient about dealing with criminals when they’re caught in the act. I own you now, and you’re going to be spending a lot of time under my possession...and you’d better not try to pull any stunts or else your sentence will get even longer.”

The human swallowed hard, his throat suddenly feeling very dry. “What...what do you m-mean, own? Y-you...you can’t...you can’t mean, you can’t mean that you, you really own me?”

“Of course you don’t know. If you knew anything about Risarians you’d know about our laws. Your culture uses prisons, ours prefer a more personal touch to giving up freedom. A criminal is put under the ownership of another - when possible, usually the one who was harmed by their actions. Their rights are restricted for the duration of their sentence - they’re given the same status as pets, the owner can control them as they see fit so long as they don’t violate cruelty laws. I can decide most aspects of your life, and you aren’t allowed to refuse me...I’m allowed to do quite a bit to enforce my will over you. You’ll find that you’ll be a lot happier if you don’t try to fight it.”

“That’s...that’s not legal! There’s no way you can do that!”

Karthis snorted. “I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t legal. You think your laws are the only ones in the universe? You’re in Risarian space, you’re subject to our laws. And if you think there’s any chance that anyone’s going to be sympathetic to you, I’ll tell you right now we take our punishments VERY seriously.”

Mellit dearly wanted to believe that wasn’t the case, but even if it wasn’t...he was a prisoner on a ship with a Risarian, heading back presumably to one of their planets, where he would be in a hostile culture. They could probably do anything they wanted with him and he wouldn’t have any real say...in fact, there being laws might be the only protection he had, if he was indeed to be owned. “But...but how long...do I have to, to be...o-owned for?”

“That depends on your attitude. If you’re a real pill about it, you’re looking at 26 GCs. Behave yourself, maybe you’ll be allowed freedom in 12.” It was worse than Mellit had feared - that was a long, long time, if it was on the order of galactic cycles. True, in this era there wasn’t really a finite limit on life, so long as one didn’t suffer catastrophic injury, but that didn’t mean he wanted to spend any of it on something like this. “Keep in mind, I’m the first judge of whether you get freed early, so don’t think you can tell a sob story to some magistrate and get out of it on your own. You’re gonna have to be good for me if you want any leniency.”

“I...ngh…” Mellit shook his head, eyes full of both anger and desperation as he tried and failed to show toughness to Karthis. “Why did you only take me? There were more than a dozen people in on it, why am I the only one who’s being punished?”

“You’re not. I simply can’t manage all of them, despite the fact that they all did harm to me. But since they also vandalized public property, it’ll be easy enough to put them under other masters. I had my pick of the bunch...but there’s a particular reason you were the one at the top of my list.” Karthis leaned down, grinning evilly at the suddenly terrified human. “I overheard you talking about how you love to ‘sample’ the exotic. And how you were trying to figure out if you could put me to sleep so you could violate me at your leisure. Since you seem so INTERESTED in having sex with me, I figured I could get the most fun out of you.”

“What? N-no, hang on! That’s...that’s not…”

“Ah, ah...need I remind you? You belong to me. That means it’s not up to you, it’s up to me. And you made your tastes perfectly clear, so don’t try to tell me you’re no that way or you were talking about something else or some shit like that that you know I won’t buy.”

Mellit’s protests died out again; even if his brain could scramble up a coherent excuse, it was unlikely to change anything. What choice did he have, other than to lay there and take it? He couldn’t even really move. And since he was already naked, and so was Karthis...he had the ugly feeling that this was going to be his introduction to his new life.

“Good to see you’re starting to get it,” Karthis said approvingly. “Less bitching and more ‘yes sir’ will go a long ways once the first sentencing review comes up. Now how about we get to the good stuff?”

“...Yes, sir.” The words felt unpleasant coming out of his mouth, but the writing was on the wall. Mellit was in this for the long haul, there wasn’t going to be any clemency for him even if someone from their space found out - no one was going to start an intergalactic incident over a smuggler. Like it or not, he was going to have to get used to this.

“That’s a good kada,” said Karthis with a distinctly denigrating tone. “Your name is Mellit? Don’t expect to hear it much. You’re a kada, that’s what you’ll be called unless I’m feeling really nice.” The way it came off the reptile’s tongue left little doubt what kind of status it held in their society - either it was just their term for his kind of sentence, or it also had some kind of ‘bitch’ connotation that amplified exactly what he’d been chosen for. Either way, Mellit know it was going to grace his ears a lot, likely with the same disdain each time. He nodded, red-faced and humiliated, accepting it.

“You learn faster than you look. Now, then...let’s see how ‘experienced’ you are.”

Mellit’s eyes went to the Risarian’s groin, hoping that it wasn’t going to look as impressive as something of its size would suggest. It rapidly become clear that there would be no such luck there - as the thing pushed out of the slit in its groin (a slit he’d been looking at temptingly once, not as much now), it was clear it was going to fill out into something large and imposing. The tip of it was pointed, but rapidly spread out over a few inches into a thick head with a slightly hexagonal shape, six firm points evenly spaced out that looked a bit rough to handle at any size. The rest of the length was slightly less thick than the base of the head but not by much, and pockmarked with backwards-facing curled barbs that looked wet with some kind of dusky-colored fluid. By the time it finished filling out, it was a match for Mellit’s arm, at least...and only marginally larger than the biggest thing he’d taken, though the barbs were something he was unfamiliar with. That wouldn’t last.

“If I untie your hands, they’d better only be spent rubbing me. Unless you want this whole thing down your throat...I’m fairly sure that wouldn’t be pleasant for you.” Mellit nodded hurriedly - he believed entirely that Karthis would follow through, and that would be something he wasn’t sure he would survive. The bindings around his hands were released, and then Karthis shoved his dick in the human’s face anyway. At least not down his throat, but he would have to at least use his mouth...he also got a deep whiff of the reptilian’s musky scent, deep and slightly woody, freshly so, and he flushed a bit deeper as he registered it as mildly pleasant. He was torn at that - he wasn’t sure he wanted to enjoy anything about being owned and used like this, but on the other hand, if he had at least 12 GCs of this to look forward to, maybe getting used to it would be necessary…

Tentatively he licked at the tip of the Risarian’s dick, which confirmed that the taste was much like the scent, fresh and slightly wooden, certainly not the worst he’d encountered. At least it was better that he wasn’t repulsed by it if he had more of it coming. With a couple more insistent pushes, he got a bit more regular with his licking, eliciting some salty precum from the tip which he was quickly made to slurp up and swallow. It felt slightly sticky as it went down his throat, but otherwise inoffensive…

His hands went gingerly up to the shaft as his mouth continued to minister to the tip, trying to rub in places where those barbs weren’t, though there wasn’t much space to avoid them entirely. As his hand brushed against one, he yelped - it stung! The feeling was sharp and harsh, buzzing even after he yanked his hand away...no, it wasn’t the barb itself, but the fluid, even without contact the fluid was still there, and it was thicker, not easily coming off. Before he could do anything, though, Karthis grabbed his hand and brought it back to his cock, putting it more in contact with the barbs and the fluid and making Mellit wince.

“Deal with it, kada. It’s gonna buzz, and you’re gonna have to feel that every single time. Start learning to handle it now, because I’m not going easy on you just because you feel like it’s too much.”

Mellit nodded reluctantly, wincing more as he started to rub his hands against the barbs and flex them around, causing them to weep more of that fluid. The stinging spread all over his hands, refusing to let up though over time he did get a bit more adjusted to it. The hums and hisses from Karthis told him something important, though, that the flexing of those barbs was particularly pleasurable to the Risarian. No question he would have to occupy his hands with that a lot...which was why he was told to get used to it, most likely.

“Not just your hands. Tongue, too.” Oh, that was unfair, his tongue would be so much more sensitive...but obediently he lifted the cock a bit, closing his eyes as he licked along the surface of the barb. Two things hit him - immediately the fierce stinging lit up his tongue, but a moment later he felt a sudden rush of sweet and sour flavor, potent and remarkably pleasant. No, THAT was unfair, something that tortured him like that shouldn’t have tasted good! He kept lapping at it, dealing with the powerful buzz despite it’s failure to cease, not even fading at all unlike the slight attenuation in his hands. And this thing was going into his ass, too...how was he going to endure THAT?

After a couple minutes of the combined oral and manual effort, Karthis motioned him off. Mellit was already almost overwhelmed, his hands and tongue were constantly stinging, plenty of that fluid clinging to them...yet, the mixture of tastes on his tongue was still lingering, almost as strong as the buzzing, and it was proving more than welcome to him. Enough so that, in spite of everything, the pleasant taste and musky scent still triggered his own erection. How pitifully small it looked compared to the Risarian’s...he knew it probably wasn’t a fair comparison, but he was going to be on a planet of these things, it was going to stand out.

And Karthis wasn’t passing up the chance to needle him for it. “Ha! You’re telling me you were planning on screwing me with that minuscule thing? I wouldn’t even feel that inside me. No wonder you wanted to do it while I slept, you probably would’ve just heard me laugh at you if I was awake. Bet you’ve always been more of a taker with a twig like that...wonder if I’m the biggest thing you’ve ever had to shove up your asshole?”

Mellit’s face burned at the belittling, as much because it was true as anything - it was rare for anyone non-human to want him inside, unless they were far smaller. That was why he preferred the non-sentients, even if they weren’t as responsive...but they couldn’t sate all his desires, and he’d gotten used to some larger sizes working on him. Nothing this big, yet, but it was only a matter of time...but before that, Karthis had yet another unpleasant surprise in store. “Now that you’ve gotten so much of my buzz juice on your hands, I want you to cover your cock and balls with it. Thoroughly, don’t leave any part uncovered.”

The human’s face looked stricken - it was bad enough on his hands and tongue, but those parts were going to feel it SO much worse...but he had little option other than to comply, and with reluctance brought his hands down to his erection. The moment they made contact, he felt that sharp sting on them, much more fiercely than even his tongue. His face screwed up as he tried not to whimper or whine over it, but it was hard when his entire staff was prickling with moderately painful heat, and his balls were starting to burn the same way as his sack was soaked with fluid. He was hoping that he could avoid pulling back his foreskin and getting the raw head of his cock the same treatment, hoping that the outer surface would be enough.

No such luck, as Karthis noticed him avoiding that spot. “Come now, that’s not a good kada. Pull back that ugly skin flap and get as much underneath as you can.” Now Mellit did whimper a bit, but he complied, pulling down the foreskin and rubbing a smear of the fluid against his exposed head. It was even worse than he expected, the sting was borderline intolerable...but he rubbed it over generously, fearing that Karthis would take matters into his own hands if he had to, and there was no way he wanted those sharp claws making matters worse. By the time he was done, he’d covered as far as he could pull back his foreskin without additional pain or injury, which seemed to be satisfying enough for the Risarian.

“That’s more like it. This won’t be the last time you feel this, I guarantee it. But you might find that tiny prick of yours comes to love it.” Mellit rather doubted this, but said nothing. Karthis made a spinning motion with a finger. “Now turn over, I’m gonna claim my kada properly.”

Even as he started to comply, Mellit decided to cast one last gambit...it was a long shot, but he had little left to lose. “That...that’s too big. It’ll destroy me if you try to push it in...I’m sure they wouldn’t let you kill your slaves.”

Karthis just laughed mockingly. “Oh, please, like they’d let an organics smuggler onto the ship without the standard battery of treatments. I know you’re fully able to handle this, don’t try to get out of it again.”

Well, so much for that. Of course he would know that. With no other recourse, Mellit mumbled out another “Yes, sir…” as he offered his rear end up for the Risarian. His eyes shut tight as he tried to ready himself for what he knew would be a very rough ride. Every part of him was tense...including his cock, which hadn’t flagged even a bit under the relentless stinging, in fact felt even harder and more needy. It still wasn’t exactly painless, but it was like the fluid was trapping the blood in his cock and making him stay erect...maybe that was why Karthis had made him rub it all over, maybe it was designed to sustain erections, or do something even more nefarious on top of that. No doubt he would be finding out…

He felt the heavy clawed hands come down on his, and the tip of his cock press against his rear end...Mellit’s jaw clenched as he felt that sting at his anal entrance, as harsh as it had been with his fingers. It was going to be even more agonizing than he thought, he was sure of it. He was torn between wanting Karthis to take it slow and let him get used to it, and wanting him to just ram in and get it over with already...the Risarian made the decision without his input, going for the second, slamming in hard and letting out a dominant hiss as he immediately hilted into his human kada.

Mellit let out a LOUD cry as it hit, and it hit HARD - that furious sting radiated throughout his entire midsection! It was like acid was eating at his innards, especially right where that cock made contact with his walls, and especially with those sharp barbs. And then Karthis dragged his cock out, and his cries redoubled - the barbs clawed at him and flexed, releasing that fluid freshly to smear around and make the buzz even more furious. He panted through clenched teeth, trying to keep his watering eyes from leaking outright - he might have been facing a dismal fate, but the one thing he still had control of was not turning into a blubbering wreck from it. Like hell he would be broken by this reptile…

Karthis’s laugh echoed in his ears. “You’re tighter than I thought you’d be, kada. Guess you haven’t had any ‘exotics’ this big. I’m sure you’ll be pleased to learn I’m only about average for a Risarian...they can get quite a bit bigger, and you’ll have a nice personal introduction to that soon enough.” He never stopped thrusting throughout his taunt, not reacting at all to the human struggling to handle what he was giving. Mellit was in no state to respond, he was focused purely on enduring the sexual torment without losing his cool...the threat of bigger didn’t really faze him at this point, it wasn’t the size of Karthis that was the main issue. Though, if this was what it was going to be like every time, having so many of those creatures going at him was going to be arduous.

Except...it was slow enough that it didn’t register at first, but it came to him when he let slip a surprising moan without even being aware of it until it came out. The buzz inside him hadn’t faded in the slightest, it was as sharp as ever, but the sensations of pain and discomfort had wasted to just about nothing. Even the sharp barbs raking his insides weren’t registering any of that...he would have called it numbness, except he could feel everything else, including a burgeoning swell of pleasure through all the areas that had been treated. Including his gonads, especially on that sensitive head that had been exposed so directly, it was on fire with that enjoyable buzz. He had felt some slightly more sharp moments when Karthis’s precum shot deeper into him, carrying some of that barb fluid deeper inside, but even the new exposures weren’t as fierce. And without the pain, other delightful sensations like the bumping of his prostate and the more enjoyable parts of the immense stretch in his rear were also getting their say in.

“Rrr, kada starting to like it?” Another satisfied hiss from Karthis, even with Mellit’s deliberate silence - being able to handle it was one thing, but letting Karthis think he enjoyed it was too for the opposite direction, that would only encourage him. “Our buzz always starts out hard for other species, but most of them change their tune after a bit...some of them even start to like the pain at the start. Maybe you’ll be one of them, kada. Certainly don’t seem to mind being fucked, bet this is just how you love it...”

Nothing came from Mellit in response but poorly-stifled moans. This felt too good, it shouldn’t have felt this good for being subjugated as a slave to the one using him, but nothing had ever been like this and nothing had ever been as powerful at yanking the pleasure right to the surface. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, the immutable truth was that getting fucked brought him to climax much faster and with much more satisfaction than being the one in charge...it was the sort of thing that earned humans seedy reputations around other humans and he never liked to let it on, but other species seemed to have a sense of it and took full advantage. And now Karthis was doing the same to him, he was starting to feel a needy throb in his loins that was only bolstered by the relentless stimulating buzz racing through them constantly.

Shit...if I cum from this, there’s no way he won’t take it as a sign that I’m giving myself to him fully. I’ll never be able to convince him I don’t like it… The chances of him holding back seemed vanishingly small, though, given that he was squirming and clenching around Karthis like a wanton slut. Who could hold out under that level of stimulation? It was impossible, there was no way anyone could handle that. Despite this, he still tried, hoping that maybe he could get lucky and the fluid made it harder to reach orgasm or something like that…

No dice, Karthis seemed to sense his vulnerability and went in for the kill. His weight bore down on Mellit and he started hammering in, bashing his prostate and spreading that fresh fluid around to power up the buzz. It was merely seconds before he let out a breathless cry and squeezed down on that hammering shaft as he unloaded, squirting his seed all over the bare metal floor. It splattered audibly, making no secret of the Risarian’s total triumph over him...not that there was really any doubt before, not the way he was writhing under the reptile’s grip and tightening down like he wanted to keep that dick for his own.

Lost in the throes of bliss, he wasn’t ready for Karthis’s own. A loud cry above him only barely brought him to realization before he felt it - a flood of spunk gushing into him, and if he thought the buzzing had been sharp before he didn’t KNOW sharp. Where the precum had been innocuous, Karthis’s actual seed was even more stimulating than the fluid the barbs had released, carrying that sting deep within the human’s body, and it felt fucking FANTASTIC. There was no stopping himself from grinding back against him, trying to milk it out of him with his flexing ass, his cries getting higher as he was marked as the lizard’s property on the deepest possible level. He’d stopped shooting seed himself, but his dick was still throbbing like in the middle of a dry climax, which maybe he was, he couldn’t tell anymore.

Eventually the pleasure died down, and he slumped onto the floor, panting hard. His cock was still stubbornly erect under the buzz...yes, he was pretty sure the fluid was keeping him that way, until its effects faded away. But it was still good, the pain hadn’t come back, probably wouldn’t until he was no longer exposed if Karthis’s remarks earlier were any indication. Something he had to be ready for in his future.

Above him, he could feel Karthis’s breaths over the back of his neck, less labored than his own. “That was quite the shoot, kada. You clearly love being made to cum from a nice thick dick...be good and I won’t have to take that away from you in punishment.”

Mellit could do nothing but nod wearily. What was the point in trying to fight it now?

“Heh, we’ll see how well you keep to that. Now then…” Mellit felt that muscular, scaly arm wrap around his midsection and heave him into the air, flush against the beast’s chest and with his cock still embedded inside. “We’ve got a while before we’re back into Risarian space...I’m gonna get you nice and familiar with how to service me. Heh, you might end up liking it so much you’ll want to stay my kada after you’re done serving your sentence...plenty of time to make that happen.”

There was nothing to say to that...Mellit had a lot of time to endure, he wasn’t at all sure he could do it. Twelve long galactic cycles to hold out from becoming a slavering lizard bitch...one might be too much for him. But at least it would make the sentence a lot easier...and there was probably a lot less trouble to risk falling into, no way he would be able to go back to smuggling. Time would tell whether he broke, or whether he decided to give in...and he wasn’t sure either one of those would seem like a tragedy if they happened.