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Velaz sat back at his console, looking over the dials, switches, and readouts that covered its surface. Everything looked nominal; perfectly adjusted in advance for his new subject. He sighed deeply, the scales of his chest rubbing against the tight rubber skinsuit that comprised his uniform. It covered every part of him, save for his hands and head. His particular uniform was stark black, with yellow stripes running down the side, the uniform of an interrogator.

The familiar rattle of the key in the lock prompted him to look up at the door, watching from his chair as it swung inwards and four people entered, three of them wearing uniforms similar to but distinct from his. The accused's attorney took his usual seat to the left of the restraining chair, and the two guards pushed the otter-like accused, who wore nothing but a cloth loinwrap, down in the chair itself, looping the nylon restraints over the sleek brown fur of his ankles, wrists, legs, arms, torso, and neck.

They then applied the electrodes, one pair on either leg and another pair on either arm. Carefully, they applied six electro-sensor pads across the top of the subject's head, before finally leaving the room and closing the door behind them to stand guard outside. The door was locked from the outside, and the three males were left alone.

After a quick glance to his monitor to ensure the neural interface was working, Velaz fixed his gaze squarely on the restrained prisoner, who stared back at him with bitter defiance shining in his dark eyes. The reptilian spoke, his deep voice resonating around the small room. “Malorro Fizzna, has this situation been explained to you by your attorney, in line with your rights as a prisoner of the Confederation of Free Worlds?"

“Yeah, more or less." The otter's posture appeared perfectly calm and composed, unchanged since he had entered the room, but the manner in which his eyes flicked between the corners of the room betrayed a deeper unease.

The attorney, a deer-like creature by the name of Ellono, shifted nervously in his seat, letting out a small sigh. Velaz pitied him but didn't let it show in front of the prisoner. Being the attorney for people like Fizzna was a thankless, almost pointless job.

“It's a yes or no question. You were presented with a sheet of paper which listed your rights and the details of this interrogation, which your attorney should also have explained to you. Did he do this?"

“Yeah."

“Did he inform you that your interrogation sessions will be fully recorded; every sound, movement, mental-?"

“Yeah."

“… mental response. And did he answer any questions you had to the fullest extent of his abilities?"

“I didn't have any questions."

“Fine. Did your attorney advise you on what course of action you should take over the course of this interrogation?"

Another small sigh from Ellono.

“He said I should confess, answer all the questions honestly, and that there was no point in lying."

“Good, so, yes." Velaz suppressed the urge to sigh himself, before launching into the usual spiel: “You are at this installation because you have been credibly accused of organizing, perpetrating, and profiting from a slave-trading operation. There are 8,219 separate counts of kidnapping, trafficking, and slave-trading that you will tried on, along with 1,009 counts of murder, person-slaughter, conspiring to commit murder, and conspiring to commit person-slaughter."

The otter snorted indignantly.

“Furthermore, there are 488 counts of rape and sexual abuse that you personally stand accused of, along with 1254 additional instances of forced breeding, where you are accused of forcing your captives to reproduce. In conjunction with these charges, you are also charged with making unauthorized contact with a non-spacefaring civilization without explicit permission from the Confederation of Free Worlds, which has custodianship over said civilization's star-system until they come of age. We will go over every single one of these to determine which you are and aren't guilty of; chances are you will be tended to by several different interrogators over the course of your stay here, for obvious reasons."

An eyeroll.

“I shall make clear, as your attorney should have already, that the process we are about to go through is not being done to determine your overall guilt. Were it actually in doubt that you were guilty of most of these crimes you would be in an entirely different branch of the rehabilitation system. This is being done specifically to determine what exactly you are guilty of for bureaucratic purposes before you stand trial."

Fizzna rolled his eyes again. “I haven't done any of that. I plead innocent."

Ellono gritted his teeth and quickly leaned over towards his charge, whispering desperately in his ear.

“Yeah, I fucking remember, asshole, fuck off." The otter scowled sidewise at his counselor. “'Don't plead innocent to crimes they know I've committed.' This whole fucking thing is just a stupid show.

“Has your attorney informed you of all three of your trial options; a jury of peers, a professional jury, or a judge's ruling?"

“Sounds about right. I haven't made up my mind yet."

“That's fine; you'll have plenty of time to make your choice. Now, there are two ways that this can go," Velaz continued, rapping his clawed hands against the console as he sat back in his chair, “either you can agree to be fully cooperative and we'll go down the list of crimes you're accused of and work out which you've actually done and which you have not, in which case your sentence will be commuted to a lifetime of redemptive labor with no chance of pardon or parole-“

“Or?" Fizzna demanded impatiently.

“Or you choose not to cooperate, and we go through the same process, but I use electrical shocks to force the truth out of you whenever you lie. Then, at the end of the process, once you have been tried and convicted before the court, you will be euthanized with nitrogen gas."

The otter snorted.

Velaz simply swiveled the screen facing him to face his subject, showing him the overlay. “What is your name?"

“Vaz Vinn." Fizzna snarked.

The reptilian leaned forward so he could see the screen and pointed as specific sections of the otter's brain lit up in slow motion. “See? You lied; the section for memory lit up slightly as you brought together two random words you remembered to form the fake name, but mostly the activity was in the imagination sections of your brain. When you tell the truth, it shows up as being primarily memory, with a little bit of imagination to string it all together. When you tell a half-truth, it's about half and half, appropriately.

“See…" Velaz steepled his fingers and gave the otter a look of infinite patience. “We can't force you to tell the truth. But we know for certain when you're telling the truth and when you're not, and we can make the punishment for not doing so extremely unpleasant." He leaned back in his chair. “So, I'll ask again, will you cooperate for a reduced sentence, or are we going to have to wring the truth out of you word by word?"

The otter scowled defiantly back at the reptilian; his lips pursed together tightly.

“Alright then." Velaz didn't consider himself a cruel person; this was his job, and besides, if anyone deserved it, it was Fizzna. He swiveled his monitor back around so he could see it. “So, we're going to begin with the basics: Were you the captain or equivalent commanding officer of the starship Wanderlust?

“No."

A small flash of memory, and a larger flash of imagination.

“That was a lie." Velaz hesitated for just a moment, remembering vividly the section of his training where he'd received a shock from the machine so he would know exactly what he was working with, then pushed a large yellow button near the center of his console that was marked with a bright red “Warning!" label.

The otter suddenly convulsed, a choking sound rising from his throat before a scream ripped its way out of him, his eyes going wide as his restrained arms and legs twitched uncontrollably.

Ellono squeezed his eyes shut, flinching away from his charge as an expression of intense discomfort passed over his face.

Velaz released the button after a few seconds of holding it down.

The other male was now shivering uncontrollably, gasping for breath as he sagged against his restraints. A strand of saliva dripped from his slackened mouth before he could compose himself, dribbling down his furred midsection.

“That is what happens when you lie." The reptilian explained, leaning back and looking down his snout at the accused. “It is not too late to decide to cooperate. If you cooperate and tell the truth, then you will not be shocked again. You will be shocked every time you lie, until the truth is forced out of you."

The otter's dark eyes rolled up to stare at Velaz hatefully. The reptilian already knew how this would go.

“The question will be repeated until you answer truthfully. Were you the captain or equivalent commanding officer of the starship Wanderlust?"

“No." The otter's body was already tensing as he saw Velaz reach for the button. Electricity coursed through his body, and he was screaming again. The agonized screeches echoed around the small room, taking on an almost demonic quality in the confined space. Again, Fizzna slumped forward slightly at the end of the shock, held upright by his restraints.

“Were you the captain or equivalent commanding officer of the starship Wanderlust?"

This time it took a while for the otter to answer. Velaz looked to his monitor, watching as the various parts of the otter's brain lit up with activity; he was considering his options. Finally, he said “No."

Without hesitation, the reptilian pressed the button again, holding it down as the captive screamed himself hoarse, his arms straining desperately against their restraints as agony coursed through his body.

“Were you the captain or equivalent commanding officer of the starship Wanderlust?"

“Fuck you!! I'm gonna fucking kill you!! Fuck you!! Fuck-“

Velaz applied another shock, holding the button down as his subject tried to thrash fruitlessly against his bindings. His voice had given out, his throat raw as he let out weak, hoarse cries of pain.

“Were you the captain or equivalent commanding officer of the starship Wanderlust?"

There was a long period of silence; the otter's brain fizzing on the monitor as he again weighed his options. The seconds dragged out, the silence louder than the screams.

“Were you the captain or equivalent commanding officer of the starship Wanderlust?"

Fizzna took a shaky breath, barely holding himself together as he trembled under the nylon straps. “Yes."

This time it was mostly memory that flashed, with only a small spark of imagination to accompany it.

“Thank you for answering honestly. This will go much faster and be much more pleasant if you continue to do so."

Another small sigh from the deer, who was wringing his hands anxiously as he stared at the floor.

“Next question: Did you engage in slave-raiding on the planet Earth?"

“… No." A weak flash of memory, and a stronger burst of imagination.

'Slow learner, this one.' Velaz thought as he reached for the button again.

~*~

Velaz shucked off his skintight uniform and tossed it down the chute to the cleaning suite, sighing deeply. The deep blue tiles of the shower room were comfortable to his eyes, and he sat down heavily on the bench which ran down the center. The tiles were warm against his feet, and the air was wet and misty with steam. It felt good.

He closed his eyes and arched his back as he leaned forward, sighing again, trying to let all the stress out.

He was alone, and he was thankful for that. With one exception, he didn't really care for company after a day at work. The bench was lukewarm against his scales, but he still felt a small shiver run up his back. Suddenly he wanted to vomit. He stared at a single tile on the floor until the need passed.

When he was sure the motion wouldn't make him sick, the reptilian stood up and made his way to a shower and turned on the water as hot as it would go, trying to chase away the nausea. The drops beaded against his scales and cascaded down his chest. Steam billowed around the reptilian as he stood there, staring at the wall. He looked down and realized that he was hugging himself.

“Fuck." He murmured, forcing his arms to drop. He made a half-hearted attempt at scrubbing himself, leaving the soap untouched on the shelf. The reptilian's emerald scales glittered like real gems, and he tried to focus on that, but it slipped back out of his mind a moment later.

He closed his eyes and leaned forward to let the spray wash over his snout, reaching up to rub at his eyes and slide his hands through the multi-colored feathers along his scalp.

Velaz finished his shower, taking his time as he did so. When he was done, he stepped out and dried himself off with a warm, fresh towel from the cabinet, before tossing that too down the appropriate laundry shaft. Passing through the doors at the far end of the room. The changing room lacked the warmth and steam of the showers, sending a small shock into the reptilian's body, for a moment even bringing back the unwelcome and unwanted shivers.

His civilian bodysuit was where he'd left it in his locker, and he unfolded the crisp rubber of the uniform and slid it on without much ceremony. The cool, tight material felt wonderful against his skin, the shiny black broken only by his identification code on his right breast. He took a moment to rearrange his package within the bulge of the suit, making himself comfortable, before departing.

Checking himself out, the reptilian began his journey through the station, taking a secure lift up and out of the detention area before beginning his winding walk to his quarters. The station bustled around him; it was mid-sized, a few thousand people, but nothing to sneeze at. He passed through the central park area, looking up through leafy boughs and out of the domed roof to gaze for a moment at the stars far beyond. People passed around him, a few even said hello to him, and these he answered with a smile and a nod. He liked his friends; they could take a hint when he wasn't in the mood to chat.

He left the park and passed through a twisting yet intuitive warren of corridors, passing murals of mammalians, avians, reptilians, and many more holding billowing banners and looking forward with purpose and strength. Pausing for a moment, Velaz considered them. He was one of them, now. As a hatchling he'd always desired to be like the virtuous civil servants that he saw depicted around him, and now here he was. He'd imagined that it would feel heroic, and perhaps it sometimes did, but it never escaped him that his job in particular was a bureaucratic one. Hardly a heroic dispenser of justice. Hardly the job he'd used to have.

Not that he minded much. The confederation always needed more interrogators; it was not a particularly pleasurable job for most. And it pleased him greatly, the work. It gave him closure, he told himself.

Velaz resumed his journey, slowing his walk to a slow stroll as he came to a promenade looking out at the stars. He could see the system primary in the distance, so far away that it was barely any brighter than the other stars. It figured that the worst criminals would be put as far away from anywhere as possible.

Gaze wandering from star to star aimlessly, he considered his life trajectory. Almost thirty years now, and where had it gotten him? From a youngling dreaming of revolutionary glory in the tradition of the confederation, to a patrol skiff commander well on his way to achieving that glory.

And then one fateful interception. A slaver ship, caught with its power down and engines offline. He remembered being there as his technical crew broke apart the locks holding the cargo hold shut. The hatch had swung open, and the poor, shivering, naked cargo had been revealed.

Humans were a strange lot. No scales, no real claws, barely any fur. Combine that with their technological primitiveness and they were almost adorably helplessness on the galactic stage. They'd only ever been a small note in history to Velaz, he'd learned about them as part of his education; a fascinating case-study on civilizational development. A continuing civilization which maintained hierarchical power-structures so late into development was rare; usually they blew themselves away soon after acquiring atomic weaponry. Humans were fascinating to xeno-sociologists, but almost inconsequential to the reptilian.

But something inside him had woken up as he gazed into that cargo hold, stuffed full of hundreds of kidnapped humans, looking up at him with fear and pain and no small amount of loathing, not knowing yet that he was there to save them. He'd never felt rage like he felt then. The white-hot, searing hatred had run through his body like a flood, and he'd barely felt a thing as he turned, pulled his sidearm from its holster, and shot the slaver captain through his stomach until his gun clicked.

The cruelty was unbearable. How could one sapient be so callous towards others? How could a slaver live with themselves, with the pure inhumanity of their existence? No matter: they need not live at all if they were to treat their equals in such a way.

He'd been reprimanded for that action; not for the killing itself, but because the sound of his gun had caused a panic and several humans had been injured in the resulting trample and crush. Nothing that couldn't be mended with modern medical technology, but it could've been much worse.

Life changed so much after that. His career accelerated; he left patrol duty and became an active pirate and slave hunter for a few years, disabling their ships, storming them, and freeing their “cargo". Good times. A good job.

Earth was a natural target for slavers; no systems capable of detecting them, no technology capable of blowing them out of the sky. Governments with primitive data-collection and sorting systems that allowed thousands of people to just… fall through the cracks. It was actually rather disturbing how many people went missing and even in the more developed countries few people seemed to care.

Of course, dealing with the liberated humans was not itself an easy task. Simply returning them was out of the question for all but the youngest, who either would not remember the events that had taken place or would not be believed. Earth sat at a knife's edge, and few things would be as destabilizing as thousands of humans suddenly showing up saying that there were advanced aliens watching them. And sometimes kidnapping them and then doing absolutely unspeakable things to them.

They had to be settled within the confederation, and so they were usually clothed, fed, and shuttled away to the Bright Hope colony, which had a similar climate, mass, star, and orbit to Earth, thus allowing for maximum comfort. It pained Velaz that they could not return home, but it had to be this way. At least with confederation medical tech there was a good chance that they'd live long enough to see their species shed its primitive government forms and ascend to the stars. Perhaps even join the confederation as a member world.

Two years of that life, of combat and rescues and derring-do. He'd been given almost every award that existed. He'd been held high as a shining example of the values of the confederation made manifest.

And then…

The promenade ended, and with it the starry heavens.

One more slaver ship, just like the rest. Another hold full of shivering, naked, abused humans. And one young man who was not like the rest. Who had, at the opening of the hold, leapt out and assaulted Velaz with a metal pipe. His skull had been fractured by the force of the impact (in the process earning him a Combat Injury distinction, ironically enough), and he'd had to be extracted to the medical bay to get his poor skull glued back together. And it was there that the human had showed up again, wishing to apologize to his rescuer.

The apology turned into a conversation. The conversation turned into several more over the course of the trip to Bright Hope. A friendship. A close friendship. And then, just a day before their arrival…

It had felt a bit exploitative at the time, but there was nothing really wrong about it. The human had asked first, unprompted. Velaz had never led him on or even implied wanting such a thing, although the thought had occurred before.

He liked sleeping around with other males; he had received hormonal treatment during his early twenties to become bisexual, having started out straight, but had soon discovered that he entirely preferred the company of males over females, for a number of reasons.

To make a long story short, he'd said yes. What followed was unlike any sex experience he'd had previously; not in terms of quality, per-say, but in intimacy it was unmatched, and that was what Velaz really cared about.

By the time he'd dropped his friend and the others off, he'd promised to return on leave so that they could carry on, and just a year later he'd turned in his resignation to Fleet Command so that he could spend more time with his lover.

Velaz had not strictly required a job; he remembered explaining with amusement to the human that the confederation did not use a primitive scarcity-based economy, and as such he had no pension, nor did he have need of one. But even as he enjoyed unlimited free time to spend with the most precious thing in his life, he'd missed his old role. Capturing slavers was a wonderful job in terms of overall career satisfaction and just directly retiring afterwards was hardly as rewarding.

Military vessels did not allow civilians aboard during service tours, and had the human joined the navy and the reptilian tried to have him assigned alongside him, it would've been viewed (quite rightly, of course) as nepotism and denied. Not to mention that long-term intimacy between a commanding officer and a subordinate was very heavily frowned upon. Which was how he had ended up with his current job.

He reached his apartment and stepped inside, the door sliding smoothly into the wall to let him pass. He opened his snout to call out, but couldn't get the first letter out before he felt arms clamping tightly around his torso, a smooth, shaven, hairless body rubbing against his rubber skinsuit, and a familiar face leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Velaz!"

“Hello to you too, starlight." The reptilian's arms closed around his human, pulling the shorter male in close so he could hug him tighter. He pushed his snout into the human's tar-black head-fur, snuffling deeply and taking in his warm, masculine scent. “How are you, my love?"

“Great!" Ethan was naked, naturally. The young man was something of an exhibitionist, and he loved taking advantage of the confederation's rather lax policies on clothing. Not that he disliked his bodysuit, by all indications he loved it almost as much as being naked, but in his own words, there was something “liberating" about going about unclothed. “How are you?"

“Tired; long day at work."

“Just long, or kinda intense too?"

Velaz chuckled. “Just long. You ought to know my job doesn't bother me, except where I perceive that they're being treated better than they deserve." He paused for a moment, and Ethan indulged the silence while the reptilian considered. “And I suppose it… bothers me a little that my job is… bureaucratic. Working the exact truth out of someone isn't the same as being the dashing hero who chases slavers around."

“You know, if you want to go back to that, I wouldn't be upset." Ethan said softly, looking his mate in the eyes. “We've all got our callings; I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't miss you a little, but you'd always have leaves of duty, and we could make it work."

The reptilian was already shaking his head before the human had even finished. “I don't want to be away from you, Ethan. I couldn't stand it then, and I wouldn't be able to now." He leaned down to kiss the younger male on the lips, their tongues snaking out to run over each other, twisting and coiling together.

“If you're sure…" The human murmured between kisses.

“I've never been more sure of anything in my life." Velaz replied, and they were back to kissing.

A hand ran up the reptilian's rubber-covered thigh, coming to rest on his bulge, where it squeezed and rubbed as the cock within started to harden, tenting the tight black material. Nimble fingers played along its length, and Velaz could feel the inside of his suit becoming wet and smeared with pre. “I'm guessing you're in the mood?"

“I'm always in the mood." Another kiss, this time planted on the reptilian's cheek. “Are you?"

Another thing that could be said about humans is that they were incredibly, wonderfully horny.

“Fuck yeah." Leaning down, Velaz swept Ethan off his feet, cradling him in his arms. He could feel his partner's warmth through his bodysuit, making his erection throb all the harder.

Most humans were at least a head shorter than other species (not helped by their habit of walking around on the soles of their feet), being fairly small creatures by the standards of the average sapient, which made them comparatively light. Velaz, as always, had great fun gently swinging Ethan around as he danced through the suite and to their bedroom. He laid the human out on the soft covers with gentle ease, planting a kiss right on the tip of his cock, sliding his tongue under the young man's foreskin as he did. “What do you want to do, top, bottom, or try out something new?"

“Think I'll bottom tonight; I cleaned myself out earlier for it and I'm too excited to wait." Ethan gasped lightly at the sensation of a slim, warm tongue slipping under the hooded tip of his penis, waiting until it had withdrawn before rolling over onto his stomach and propping his hind end up with his knees.

The sight of his eager mate so readily presenting himself sent a surge of arousal through Velaz. His hand went of its own accord straight down to his crotch, squeezing at his tented bulge to send even more hormones racing through his body. He could barely pry it away to peel off his skinsuit, which came off his scales with a satisfying sticking sensation. He worked it down past his shoulders, slid his arms out, and then pushed it the rest of the way down his body, his hard cock bobbing at attention as it was released from its confinement.

Dropping the suit to the floor, Velaz stepped closed to the bed, putting his member directly in front of his mate's face. “Why don't you lube me up a bit?"

It was all the invitation that Ethan needed, and he engulfed the reptilian's cock with his mouth. His lips pursed around it, forming a seal so he could suckle on the length, running his tongue along the soft, almost imperceptible scales. The warm, moist head dripped salty pre into his mouth, encouraging him to suck harder for more of the bitter, tasty reward, digging his tongue into the fold of his partner's foreskin. Reaching out with one hand, he hefted his lover's full, heavy sack, feeling the warm pulsing of his testicles through the thick, soft, protective hide.

Velaz leaned to the side awkwardly, reaching for the bedside drawer while trying not to interrupt his partner. The sensation of a warm, soft mouth against his length was almost more than he could bear, his legs threatening to buckle out from under him, but he persevered long enough to pull open the drawer and retrieve the tube of lubricant that laid within, alongside a variety of other less relevant sex toys.

Popping the cap, he was rewarded with particularly hard suck that forced a moan from between his thin lips, and the human's eyes rolled up at him curiously. The reptilian smiled, “Thought I'd get you prepped for when you've had your fun down there and are ready for the next part." Cool, thick gel was squeezed out onto a waiting fingertip.

The human's eyes, wide and almost innocent, watched as the finger reached around behind him, passing out of sight. He shivered just a little as he felt something cold and wet against his hole, and a thick digit smearing it around. The chitin of the curved claw was mercifully dull and familiar, having long since ceased to bother him.

The finger pushed forward, and now it was Ethan moaning as he felt his passage stretching around a very welcome intruder. He was so loose and well-practiced now that he barely even required prep; some lube and a finger was all that was needed to get him ready.

He pushed his lips flush against the reptilian's groin, pushing the member into his throat where he could swallow around it, the velvety flesh massaging it. Ethan's own cock was standing hard between his legs, leaking little drops onto the bedspread. The leaking became a squirt as Velaz grunted, closing his eyes against the pleasure that assailed him, and rewarded the human for his efforts by twisting his finger to give his prostate a nice, heavy stroke.

The reptilian could already feel his balls starting to tighten in Ethan's hand, and it was with great reluctance that he pulled his cock from the blissful cavern of his lover's mouth, a thin filament of saliva connecting it to his plump lips for a long moment before the tension broke. “Ready for the next part?"

“Come on, get on with it!" Ethan settled deeper into the bed, opening his legs wider and wagging his ass in the air playfully.

Chuckling as only Ethan could make him, Velaz climbed onto the bed behind him. Another dollop of lubricant was squeezed from the tube, this time directly into the human's crack. He capped the lube and dropped it next to them on the bedspread, just in case, and began to work his hand into the crease between Ethan's hinds. The gel was smeared across his hole, pushed into it, and rubbed all around his backside, the human shivering adorably at the sudden cold contact.

“Sorry, my love, I just want to be careful."

“I-I understand." The human looked back at his counterpart with a blush and a smile. “Thanks, Velaz. Really."

Now it was Velaz blushing, having to resist the urge to pull the young man upright into a hug. Really resist it. His hands twitched towards the human's midsection for a moment, before returning to his ass.

“Velaz, you okay?"

“Yeah." Another bashful smile. “It's just… you're so wonderful, Ethan. You're the only person who's ever made me feel this special and loved, aside from my direct kin. You bring so much pleasantness into my life."

They leaned together for a kiss, the connection difficult but doable, with Velaz's hard, slick cock sliding between Ethan's asscheeks as he leaned forward over the young man's torso to press his lips against the human's own soft, plump ones.

From there, it only took a small shift of the reptilian's hips to press his cocktip against the human's pucker. An affirmative grunt was all the permission Velaz needed to hilt himself in that warm, exquisite hole. The inner flesh was just as soft as he remembered it, pliant around his cock, yet so wonderfully tight. It squeezed in around him as he fed inch after inch into his mate, his hisses and coos of bliss matching the human's moans and sighs.

Ethan rocked his hips back against his lover's thrusts, carefully matching his pace. He pushed his face down into the covers, smelling very faintly the scent of his lover there; the reptilian had a noticeable, if very pleasant smell to him, and unless he had just showered it tended to linger for a while on things he came into contact with while naked. Apparently it was from the oil on his scales, like how humans had oil on their skin. That made enough sense to satisfy him.

The reptilian towered behind him, his presence soothing and tranquil, but a bit alien too, like the stars outside. So familiar and so different. The same points of light, but none of the constellations. The same movements and affection as another human, but not the same body, the same mind, the same culture. It was at once calming and thrilling.

“I love you, Velaz."

“I know, starlight. I love you too. And I'll never leave you alone out here."

The human's eyes burned a little. He wanted to say how much he loved the reptilian over and over again, but he knew that Velaz already knew. He'd already said it so many times. And yet it always felt so good to hear him say it back.

After a few minutes of gentle back and forth movements, Velaz moved his hands forward to slide them around the human's thighs. “Ready for the climax, or do you want to keep doing this for a while?"

A playful grin from over the human's shoulder. “I'm a bit tired tonight, so can we finish up? If we wake up horny later we can really have a party, but I think I'd like to wrap it up."

“Of course, starlight." He adjusted himself a little, widening his kneel to give himself a bit more traction on the bed. His first hard thrust made Ethan grunt a little, prompting him to freeze in place. “Ethan-?"

The young man hung his head and chuckled ruefully. “I'm fine, sweetheart, it's just always a little surprising when we switch gears." He peeked back at Velaz. “But I'm glad that you care so much. It's really sweet." He settled back down, and the reptilian carefully resumed his movements, working back up to a quick pace.

There came a point where he had to choose between quick and light or hard and heavy, and he chose the latter. He worked his cock in and out of his beloved with a passionate fury, feeling the rush of cool air against his member every time it slid out, only for the warm, tight depths to welcome it back in just a moment later. Beneath him he heard a soft cry and the human's passage tightened rhythmically around his cock as the little mammal spasmed and came onto the bed.

His sturdy scaled hips crashed against Ethan's soft buttocks, a feral growl spilling from his throat as he fucked the human as hard as he could, pleasure shooting along his cock and up his spine as he orgasmed, hilting himself inside his mate as thick, creamy white spurted deep within him. He held himself upright long enough to ride out his orgasm, then pulled out and dramatically twisted to fall onto his back next to his precious starlight. “How was that?"

“Great, as always." Ethan made a show of feebly dragging himself up onto Velaz's chest. “Kinda made a mess of the sheets, though."

Velaz looked under the human's body, spotting the little puddle he'd left under where his groin used to be. “We'll clean it up later." He smirked. “You can just sleep on top of me until we fix it." He hooked his hands under Ethan's arms and gently hoisted him up.

“Yeah, and be your hot water bottle." The human grumbled teasingly as he was pulled further up onto his lover's chest. He did not, however, resist.

Their arms intertwined as they settled into the embrace, Ethan letting his head hang down over one of his mate's shoulders. “I love you, Velaz."