0 comments/ 42456 views/ 5 favorites Talmin By: Mab PART 1 The beast raged against the chains. It was more an act of boredom then escape, the likelihood of that at the moment was unfortunately low. He felt cold. Everywhere after he'd been taken from the ship was cold. A breeze brushed its way through the beast's knotted and folded skirt. He emitted a low growl. The air tingled his bright green scales and wriggled its way under the leather harness on his back. The small tent thankfully kept most of the smells away. Very time he pasted one of the females on this planet, under the stench of human crept a smell that made his breathing difficult and his muscles tense. He wondered how long he had, how long it would be until he lost what little control he had. He tried to calculate the direction of his home planet to distract himself from the pulsing in his body. He knew vaguely where it was, though he'd never been there. "Hello." The woman with short hair entered the tent. He stared at her and felt the pulsing get worse. "You know I saved you from a nasty fate." She wasn't fishing for gratitude, it was just a fact. She gazed at one of the many books in the tent. The beast ignored the comment and studied her. Humans were ugly as a general rule, they had more hair than necessary, and their smell could be better. This one wasn't too bad, she'd look better green and with spikes, but besides that there was nothing unpleasant about her shape. "Had I not bought you, you'd be in the mine now. There's little else on this planet besides the mine." She brushed some black hair behind her ear and turned the page. The beast shifted his weight and tried to look at other things in the room. There were more books, a rug, some cushions, but nothing that spoke, had him chained, or had an odor that oddly demanded his attention. "My husband left me his business, a few stores in town, so thankfully I don't have to marry again." She glanced at her slave and noted how heavy his breathing was. "Not that anyone would marry a barren woman. Would you?" She looked up at him again. The beast swallowed hard. He stared at her hand laying on her chest. He lifted his eyes and met hers. His gaze made her toes curl. There was a lust in it she'd never seen before. It wasn't like the slimy leers of the men outside the brothels. There was no want for power or lechery acts. It was some how an innocent lust. She broke the stare. "Do you know why I bought you?" The beast was silent still. "You can stop pretending you don't understand me anytime now. I know you speak English. You swore at the slave runners when they were beating that child." He flinched in surprise then looked away. "I bought you for scientific purposes. I have made an extensive study of other species, including yours. I could not pass up the opportunity of a obtaining my own living specimen." Demon did not like where this was going, bleeding seemed a distinct possibility. "The principals of your biology aren't that different from humans. There are some structural and chemical differences, Roke senses of taste and smell are more acute then humans, but nothing too radical." The woman looked her purchase over. He was well built, medium to slim frame, toned muscles, but not overly so. On his left arm were tattooed black markings His green scales were small, almost looking like green skin, and shined a little in the dim light. Scruffy brown and black hair flopped from his head, almost covering the beginning of the spikes, which were blue. The brown cloth around his waist went to the floor, but there was a slit on either side that started at the thigh. "The Roke are nothing like humans." She smiled. "Culturally the two are very different." The beast grinned back. "Studied that too have you?" His tendency towards defiance and survival seemed to be conflicting with on another. There was a new sent in the tent, faint but it was there. Some animal was in the tent in? "Yes. Roke males tend to have more than one wife, mainly because the ratio of females to males is three to one." "Or because Roke have better stamina." She smiled again. He must not had been a slave for long. "The males are not the head of the household. Also Roke males must be virgins in order to marry. And just before they marry they go through something called Talmin." The beast fidgeted a great deal. "Before Talmin a males spikes are green, like the rest of his body." She stood and took a step towards him. "During Talmin the spikes are green and after they turn purple." She stepped closer and reaffirmed her appreciation of his physic. The strange smell was getting stronger. He pulled at the chains and tried not to notice she was coming closer. He had the feeling the strange smell was not a random little animal. "There is some chemical reaction that occurs when a male and female Roke mate. If a male does not go through this reaction he goes mad." She walked around him and stood behind him. "That chemical reaction does not occur when a Roke mates with a female of another species and in that case is still considered a virgin." As she stood so close to him. She could feel the heat he radiated. She recalled for herself the research she'd done on Roke erogenous zones. "Have you ever been with a female of another species?" He shook his head. The beast was glad she didn't seem to know everything, but too distracted to think about it for long. He knew now the strange smell was coming from her. The heavy damp smell made it hard for him to think. It filled him, pressing in his stomach and making him tingle. It was so close. "This is a very old tradition." She glided fingers down his back on either side of the harness, surprised at the smoothness of the scales. The beast gasped and groaned, arching his back against her fingers. "It covers an erogenous zone." She paused and watched him squirm. "Part of it any way, and makes the back more sensitive at the same time." His body surged under her hand. She bit her lip and snuck her finger under the harness a little. His moans became growls. His body burned as she slid a finger between two of his spikes. He bucked against the chains. His legs went weak and he fell to the floor. The woman stepped away. She involuntarily tighten between her legs as she watched him pant on his knees. She swallowed. "I am Mila Rell. What is your name?" He couldn't speak for a moment. "You can't pronounce it." "I could try." He slowly got to his feet and turned to face her. "It's closest translation is Demon." Mila raised an eyebrow. "You give me so many questions." She put a hand on his chest, then started softly twisting his right nipple with her thumb and finger. Demon growled loudly. The wonderful damp smell filled the entire tent. His entire body ached for action. He couldn't take any more. He grabbed Mila and laid her safely on some of the many cushions. Mila now realized she'd taunted him a little too much. Heat was pouring off him, but there was no sweat. She smiled and touched his face, again surprised at its smoothness then trailed down to his chest and pinched his forest green nipple. Demon grunted and followed the damp sent that unsettled him so much to the source, which seemed to be between her legs. He moved down her body and lifted her robe and dress. The smell was so thick he could taste it. There was a damp cloth tight against Mila's crotch, protecting it. Humans were strange. Demon leaned in and sucked at the wet cloth. Mila arched to meet his mouth. His tongue pushed against her. There was a long suck that kept increasing its intensity. Mila cried out and writhed under Demon's mouth. She felt him softly bite using his lips and suck as his mouth almost closed. Waves rippled through Mila's body as she cried out again. "Lady Rell?!" one of her guards yelled. Lady Rell collected her thoughts and dragged herself out of Demon's reach, somehow straightening her clothes before the guard, Thomas, burst through the tend flap. Thomas the stupid, but also Thomas the strong and loyal. "I'm fine guard. Take the slave to the cellar study." She looked at Demon who had sat up, but was still on the floor. "And see that he's chained." * * * * * PART 2 Demon watched the guard walk into the hallway. He half heartedly pulled at the chains on his arms and legs. The loops held tight, as he expected. His time with Mila had actually calmed him. The smell and tastes had changed slightly when she screamed. He wasn't sure if it was the smell or the taste that had calmed him. Mila passed Thomas in the hall and entered her study. She placed a notebook and pencil on a table out of Demon's reach. She smiled at him then walked to where the chains were controlled. She shortened them so Demon was stretched until he could barely move. "The walls are thicker in here in deference to the tent in the courtyard." She went back to the notebook and wrote the date and time. "First, we'll study anatomy." Demon twitched. Mila undid the ties that kept the skirt on his body. The brown cloth dropped to the floor. She was surprised how well the skirt had hidden his excitement. It was like any man's penis, a well endowed man, except for the lack of hair around it and the fact it was green with blue stripes. As distracting as that was Mila noticed there was something in leather tied to and wrapped around his left thigh. It moved slightly. "What's this?" She began to untie it. Demon flinched and unsuccessfully tried to back away from her hands. He kept his mind on his breathing, keeping it slow. He closed his eyes tightly as she touched the inside of his thigh. Once untied the leather snake left his thigh, draping down until the tip reached the floor. Mila walled around him and tilted her head to one side. "You have a tail." She tilted her head to the other side. "I didn't read about that anywhere." "We didn't want to make anyone jealous." It was pure will that abled him to speak. He went back to regulating his breathing. Mila grinned. She was becoming very glad he hadn't been a slave for long. As she began to untie the leather harness Demon had trouble continuing his breathing exercise. Once is was undone Mila peeled it from his back and tail, then dropped it on the floor. She surveyed the newly exposed flesh. The spikes on his back where blue like the ones on his head. Around the middle of his back the spikes became smaller and duller until they were nothing more then blue bumps down the last half of his tail. Mila walked to the table and wrote a quick note. She looked up at him and met his eyes. He had the same lust filled stare as before. "You're very handsome." Demon bit his lip. The wonderful wet smell filled his nostrils again. "Thank you." "What do you think of me?" "You're strangely not ugly for a human." His voice was strained but clear. Mila giggled. "I've read the Talmin causes a great deal of tension in a male's body to the point of being painful. Do you have pain? Where is it located?" Demon avoided her eyes. "Where is your pain?" He swayed a little on the chains then murmured to the floor, "my head, stomach, and and. . . ." Mila took more notes and walked towards him again. "Do your body parts make you uncomfortable?" "Talking about them does." Demon grunted and tried to examine the restraints. "Well, I don't know what you call certain body parts so I'll have to guess." She circled his hard penis gently in her hand. Demon groaned and jerked towards her. "Do you have pain here?" She smoothly moved her hand up and down as she asked. Demon growled and nodded. Mila squeezed a little and enjoyed the twitch of the burning flesh in her hand. "It's not so much pain, as it feels so good it becomes painful?" He nodded again. It felt like every inch of his flesh was exploding and regenerating itself at the same time. As much as he wanted it to stop he'd rather be slowly crushed to death then have her not touch him. "Anywhere else?" Another nod. "I think you're going to make a mess soon." Mila began to undo her dress. "And as skin is easier to clean then clothing." She made a neat pile of her clothing. Demon's mouth gaped open. He had never seen a naked female of any species. Her figure was trim, not thin. She had ample breasts and firm legs, in between which there was a small patch of black hair. Its only purpose seemed to be to grab his attention. Mila went behind him again. She placed her hand at the base of his tail. "Is there pain here?" Demon convulsed at shook as Mila massaged the base of his tail, kneading it. He groaned as her hand began to move up an down. Her hands pressing and then pulling at one of the spikes. "Am I close?" She slid her hand down, slightly squeezing and pulling as she did. She loved watching him jerk and arch at her touch. She knelt as she reached the end of his tail. She played with the tip, rolling it in her fingers. It tried to pull away but she had a firm grip. Demon's breathing was now in loud grunts. He felt like he was going to explode. If Talmin didn't make him mad this human would. She lifted his tail, still pinching the tip, and looked where a human's testicles would be. Instead there where was patch of swelling purple flesh, it looked almost like a thick bubble was emerging from him. Mila leaned in and gave the strange bulge a long deep suck. "Aaaaah!" Demon let the chains hold him up. His eyes where squeezed shut. Mila got up and studied the floor. "Interesting." Demon, slightly less tense but only barly, willed his eyes open. "What's, what is that?" There was a large puddle of a thick bright red liquid on the floor. "What color is your blood?" "Black. Did that come out of me?" Demon looked horrified at the floor. "They do keep you sheltered don't they? I think that would be your sperm." Demon struggled back to his feet. "My what?" The panic in his voice was cute. "It would be the male contribution to the creation of a child." "Oh." He was a little embarrassed, he'd actually never thought about it. He also had only been in Talmin a few days. All he knew about such matters was the ritual he had to go through when he finally reached the home planet. His body still burned and the room was still filled with her damp sent. Mila faced him and it was her turn to be confused. "You're still erect." "What?" "Your penis, um. . . ." She walked over at took him into her hand again. "This, it's still stiff." He tried to move towards her. "It's been like that since Talmin started." Mila wrote more notes, then looked him over. There was still some red liquid on his penis. It looked a bit like spilled strawberry syrup. Mila liked strawberries. She knelt, avoiding the puddles, and leisurely licked Demon clean. Demon grunted and growled down at her. Humans were strange, but he was beginning not to care. Mila tasted him carefully. It wasn't like strawberries. It was rather sweet, beyond that she couldn't really describe it. She stood up and saw she'd managed to remain clean. She replaced his harness and skirt then put her own clothes back on. "Guard!" Thomas appeared, perhaps a little too quickly. "Take him to a slave's quarters, and get someone to clean the room. I'll be turning in early." She didn't want to over use her slave the first day. The guard detached Demon from the wall and lead him away. Demon resisted, his body and nose told him he wasn't finished, put the guard was very insistent. Mila took a few more notes, shut the book and went to her chambers. * * * * * PART 3 His study session with Mila had not been helpful, it'd made him worse. Demon paced in the small room clenching his arm, the pain distracted him a little. There was not a body part that didn't throb. He dug into his arm deeper. His memory of the day scraped pulses down his body. It was so warm. He looked about the room and removed his skirt. The pain was getting unbearable. He lost track of the hand not digging into his flesh. It roughly grabbed what Mila had called a penis. He didn't think he even had a word for it. The Roke were very private about, well, private things. He found himself squeezing it in a fast rhythm. That certainly wasn't helping. He forced his hand away and punched the wall. If he could just sleep a little. How was he going to get to sleep in this state? The human's scent, her hands, the taste of the wet cloth between her legs. Demon slammed his skull against the wall until he got very sleepy. Thomas left the slave quarters, what he'd seen still on his mind. Ma'am would never had done that had she known he was watching. Seeing her strip and caress that creature. Thomas's pants felt tight. Jill was cleaning the study. She didn't know what the stuff was she was cleaning up. He thought of Jill bent over scrubbing the floor, her rounded ass wiggling, her breasts bouncing in the low cut dress. Thomas walked a little faster. Jill was eager to please everyone, especially men in uniforms. Thomas was definitely one of those, and his broad shoulders, strong arms and legs, had always made Jill very interested in pleasing him. Thomas turned a corner and stared into the study. There she was, just as he pictured, butt wiggling and aimed right out the door. His dick twitched. He snuck up behind her and gave her ass a squeeze. Jill jerked her head around. She'd hoped it was Thomas, he was one of the better ones. He treated her nice even when he wasn't having her three times a day. That was the wonderful thing about young men, they had all sorts of extra energy. It also helped that there were a few horses he could make jealous. She smiled at him and kept scrubbing. Thomas shut and bolted the door. He unbuckled his sword. Jill's back was a little arched so her ass stuck out a little more. Thomas removed his clothes. He knelt behind Jill and lifted her dress. Jill almost never wore under garments and today was no exception. He spread her legs as Jill still made a faint pretense at cleaning the floor. Thomas massaged her ass cheeks a bit then plunged three fingers deep inside her cunt. Jill moaned and had to stop scrubbing. She clenched down on the fingers slamming into her. She felt his thumb rub fiercely on her clit. She pushed up against his hand, trying to make him go deeper and faster. Thomas loved how she felt, and how she just let him do anything he wanted to her. She yelled over and over until he finally removed his hand. "Oh God Thom," she panted over her shoulder. "More. God, do more!" Thomas smiled and responded by roughly thrusting his thick cock into her to the base. "Aaaaah!" Anything that size was always a surprise, but for Jill always a pleasant one. Thomas took her hips in either hand. Jill usually started getting loud after the first bit. He began pistoning into her with ever bit of strength he had. Each thrust pushed Jill forward a foot and she pushed back just as hard. "Oh fuck! Oh God! Ahh! Ahhh!" Jill was yelling by now, but the walls were thick, and neither really cared. Thomas didn't speak. He moaned and grunted through his teeth. Thomas roared over her yells. He took out his handkerchief and whipped away the excess. Thomas gently kissed her right butt cheek. "I have to go back on duty before I get fired." He smiled down at her as he dressed. "You be by the north wall at midnight?" Thomas tucked his slightly shrunken cock into his clothing. "I wouldn't be surprised." Jill put her dress down and cleaned up the new mess. Mila changed and tired to sleep. More than his screams, more than the pleasure he'd given her in the tent; his stare tormented her. It was innocent, powerful, and lust all at once. She threw all the covers off her bed. It was far too hot in the room. She'd have the heating checked. His face when she'd taken him in her hand. Mila changed position in the bed again and glared at the ceiling. His tail was just as sensitive as his penis, maybe more so. Jean would laugh at her for calling it that. 'You're always so formal.' Mila didn't actually like Jean, but she was the only other woman on the planet with any free time that could hold a conversation for more than five minutes. She remembered Demon's eyes on her and thrashed in the bed again. Men do not effect her this way. She appreciated them briefly and discreetly, their mere existence did not torment her like this. But truly he wasn't a man. Demon wasn't human, and in a way he was only just going through puberty, hardly a man. The mouth between her legs had felt a great deal like a man though. She knew exactly were he was, should send for him, she paid the guards and servants enough to be loyal. No, no. Mila looked down at her body through the light weight night dress. Her nipples made little tents in the cloth. She twisted it as she had done to Demon. It made her legs tingle. Her hand slid down her body and lifted the nightgown. She didn't sleep in underwear. A single finger probed its way timidly, followed by a second. They worked slowly in and out of her body. Mila bit her lip and twisted her nipple harder. Her thumb pressed down on her clitoris. Her fingers curled inward as she pumped them in and out of her body. Seeing Demon's face smile defiantly and nestle between her legs. She gasped and moaned louder and louder. Talmin Ch. 2 PART 4 It had taken Mila only an hour to put the information together. It was only ten in the evening when she called a guard to bring the new slave, so she could continue her studies. She considered telling him he'd been sold again. She considered telling him he was a gift to a six year old. She considered telling what the six-year-old's mother would use him for, but she didn't. The only excuse she made for Demon to be brought to her room was that she had, "not felt like walking down all those stairs to the basement," and had ordered everyone away from the area so she'd have quiet. The concussion he'd given himself was thankfully only slight. Demon had woken a few hours later and was being dragged down the hall by a guard again. The sleep had helped. He was shoved into a bedroom and the door locked behind him. Demon's stomach knotted. The heavy smell, the smell between Mila's legs, the room was soaking in it. Mila emerged swinging a key from her finger. "If I unlock you will you promise not to do anything violent? Will you promise not to run away?" Demon pulled a few brain cells together. Even if he ran, at best he'd get out of the building, out of the building didn't help him much. The ships were heavily guarded. He also wasn't sure how far he could run before he felt need to damage his skull again. Demon nodded. "Where are you're books?" Mila grinned. "I'll write in them tomorrow." She unlocked his legs first, then his hands. She was honestly surprised when he grabbed her. Demon pressed his mouth on hers. He didn't know why, it just seemed the thing to do. She seemed to like it. Her tongue forced it's way into his mouth. He held her tighter around the waist. Mila tugged on the waist of his skit. She could feel her nipples hardness even crushed against his chest. She bit at the center of his collar bone. Demon groaned and began to ruin her dress. Blue fabric was soon in far too many pieces on the floor. He gently caressed her at first. Her flesh was so smooth it didn't feel solid, it was more like water or milk. He started tasting her neck, licking, sucking, biting. Mila squirmed in his arms. He moved down slowly and made his way to the center of her chest. Mila sighed and her eyes rolled into her head a little. For a novice he was very good. She hadn't noticed the fangs before. He was doing something to her breast no one had done before. He some how was sucking it, licking it, and tugging it with his teeth at the same time. She ground against his body. He couldn't smell anything anymore except the powerful odor from her legs. He ripped off the last piece of cloth on her body. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and hand on the vacant side. He pinched and squeezed it. The other hand had slid behind her and was massaging her rear. It was only now that Mila noticed Demon was still wearing his skirt and harness; this needed to be corrected. She undid the belt and helped him step out of the skirt. As he worked Mila felt his constantly ready penis rub against her leg. She sensed him moving lower. She did not want to be on the floor and she did not think she could stand any more. She pulled him in a zig-zagging path to the bed and laid down. Demon let go of her and just stared as she waited on the bed. Her skin was red where his mouth had been. The tuft of hair between her legs caught his attention. He climbed onto the bed and kissed it as she had kissed his mouth. He felt Mila thrust against his tongue as he probed her. He paid extra attention to the small piece of flesh that protruded just below the hair. He did many things to that part of her body. She cried out over and over, each time the scent and taste changed a little from what it'd been before. It was wonderful, he could do it for hours. Once Mila completely lost track of the number of times she orgasmed she reluctantly pulled Demon's head from her crotch. She rolled over on her side to catch her breath. She turned away form him, but could still feel the heat radiating off his body. A few more minutes of that and she'd never walk again. His face was covered in her fluid. He licked every drop he could reach. It was having the same calming effect as before. Demon would have been more than glad to just continue what he'd been doing, but when he tried Mila stopped him. No. He was excellent at it, and had given her a new respect for instincts, but she wanted to see that stare again. She wanted to see him writhe at her touch. She began to untie the harness and kept him from touching her as she did. If she let him start again, she wouldn't get beyond the first tie. He got the idea and soon was clenching the sheets. Every so often he would emit a whimper or have difficulty keeping still. Once the harness was removed she got him to kneel on the bed and face away from her. This took some doing, he kept turning around and doing wonderful things with his hands and mouth, grinning all the while. Mila made the tail was laid flat on the bed then straddled over it and knelt next to him. The spikes on his tail were dull so they felt wonderful when she moved her hips and rubbed them against her clitoris. She blew air at the nape of his neck. Demon growled softly. He wanted to touch her more, but was liked what she was doing. With his mind a little clearer he could appreciate it more. Her breath on his neck reminded him of his nudity. The weight and dampness on his tail made him move involuntarily. He felt her hand snake around his abdomen and slide up and down next to his penis. Penis, that was the word Mila had used? He growled louder. The friction between his legs and the dampness moving on his tail made him quite unprepared for the third and forth sensations. Mila began to stroke right next to his spikes, up and down his back, slowly. She noted an increase in twitching. She ground a little harder on the dulled spikes of his tail. She then took a blue spike, just below his neck, into her mouth. Mila felt Demon loose the little bit of composure he had left. He bulked underneath her as she tried to keep her mouth, hands and hips on opposite rhythms. Demon roared and grunted, trying to thrust against everything at once. Any left over calmness was gone. The tension built as he felt Mila go faster and faster. He managed one stretched out word. "Nooooooolllllraaaaa!" With that yell he made a mess on Mila's rug. Mila's hands kept on him until he finished, then held him to her when his body went limp. She marveled at him. There was nothing else to do. She felt something moving on her thigh. His tail had wrapped itself around her thigh, and was just resting there. It was comforting in a way. She hugged him close and looked over his shoulder into his lap. His penis stuck out hard and big as ever. She would have welcomed more, but she was a fearful of his condition. She didn't know if this would speed up or slow down Talmin. "You're tired. You should rest." "I . . . can't . . . like. . . this." Demon swallowed hard, not sure how to explain. "I have to . . . or I . . ." The need had filled him again. Whenever she had make him bring forth the red fluid, he vaguely remembered her using the word sperm, it gave him a brief dip in the tension, mostly because he was exhausted, but then it was worse than before. Demon turned around quickly and buried himself between her legs again. He repeated his performance until he smelled and tasted that slight change three times, only then did he collapse and fall asleep. Mila did the same, too tired and contented to move, even to make notes. Jill leaned back against the north wall. She kept by the large shrubbery so no one would notice her. Thomas was late. She rubbed her arms then covered her exposed cleavage with her hand. It was a little cold for outdoor sports. The new guard was keeping watch near by. He was a slim lad, sandy blonde hair, and looked very nervous. Was his name Jason? "Guard!" Jill was careful not to be too loud or make the yell sound panicked. Presumably Jason walked quickly over. "Yes Miss?" He's polite, they're so cute when they're polite. "You're the new guard aren't you?" Jill took her hand away from her breasts. He smiled nervously and glanced back at his post. "Yes Miss. I'm Jason." He bowed his head a little. Jason tried not to stare at her volumous chest, but didn't really succeed at it. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Jill, one of the faceless servants." Jill touched her chest again, making him follow her hand. Jason swallowed, looked back at his post, then at Jill. "I think a woman as pretty as you would stand out." When he'd looked away Jill had discreetly looked at his pants. The lad certainly got riled up quickly. "Thank you. Actually, I've always liked men in uniform." Jill moved close to him, just barley touching him. "How old are you?" "Nineteen. Why Miss, er Jill?" He felt a twitch in his dick. He ignored it, he'd felt tense and full of adrenaline all night. "Just wondering." She some how wiggled him around closer to the wall. She pushed him against it and leaned on him. "I always like to welcome new guards personally." She pressed a hand on his side. "That's nice of you." Jason swallowed. His cock was getting painful. He tried to run the rules he'd learned that day through his head, looking for the words "fraternize" and "improper conduct." A squeeze at his dick made that impossible. Jill squeezed and stroked the little guard through his regulation pants. "Would you like me to welcome you?" She undid his pants and slid her hand in. "Mmmmm. Not bad." It wasn't as big as Thomas, but more than enough. She moved her experienced hand up and down, and kissed a little on Jason's neck. "Yes Missssss." He was too distracted to end the word properly. She was better at it than any of the girls he'd been with. Jill grinned and squeezed him a little more. "My name's Jill. Can you say my name?" "Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill," it came out in a long low groan. She descended to her knees. He'd be more fun with a little practice. She pulled his pants to his ankles. She wrapped her boiling mouth around his rigid cock and gave it a nice hard suck. "Oooaaaah!" He bucked on the mouth enveloping his dick. He bulked harder as her felt Jill's hand reach between his legs and fondle his balls. Thomas snickered in a shadow. Jill certainly got bored easily. He stepped a little closer. The new recruit had his eyes closed and Jill was turned away. He advanced until he was about a foot away. "Attention!" The recruit's eyes snapped open. Jill did not release him from her mouth so he couldn't pull up his pants. Given no other option, the recruit stood at attention as Jill attended to his salute. "This is how I find you Private on your first day?" Thomas surveyed Jason, a clean, young, eager, lad. Thomas felt his own pants tighten. The private tried to speak but every time he began a syllable Jill doubled her efforts. It was all he could do to keep still and not moan too loudly. Jill wasn't sure what Thomas was up to, but was certain she'd like it. "First of all, you should have your eyes open at all times when you're on duty." Thomas stood as straight as possible to make the six inches height he had over Jason even more oppressing. Jason's head twitched. "Second." Thomas noticed Jill suck hard as he barked the word. He watched Jason use every muscle to keep from cuming. "If something where to happen, and you were needed what sort of help do you think you'd be?" "Aaaaaa....?" "You'd fall right on your face wouldn't you Private?" "Yes Siiiiiiiiiiir!" Thomas watched Jason almost fall, and made a mental note of the strength it must have taken not to. "Third." There was another strained but louder moan from the recruit. "And worst of all you broke one of the most basic rules." Jill stopped sucking Jason and turned to watch Thomas. He was handsome on a regular day, he was gorgeous when he was giving orders. Even without the hot mouth on his privates Jason remained tense and at attention. Thomas was huge, his boss, and very frightening, but for some reason his erection was unaffected if not made a little harder. "Always remember Private, ladies first." Jill surpresed a giggle. "How are we going to correct this situation Private?" "I. . . ." He could speak. The fact he was more turned on now than he'd been with Jill on his cock was confusing him too much. "I'll tell you how we're going to correct this Private." He grabbed Jason's cock and pulled him forward by it. "First you will remove your pants. I don't want one of my men tripping an looking like an idiot." Jason almost came when his captain pulling on his pecker. He obeyed. Jill was now leaning back on the grass, thoroughly entertained by the show. "Now you will correct your selfish mistake and provide the service to this lady you should have in the first place." He pulled Jason again by his cock. He liked the twitch and moan the action produced. He lightly rubbed his thumb over it. He held off on doing anything about his own hard on though. Jason shook as he stood over Jill. "Yes Sir." He got down on his knees and lifted Jill's dress. "And keep your eyes open." "Yes Sir." Jason looked between Jill's legs. He'd never done this before. He'd had quick rolls with a couple of the girls in town, but this was a new angle for him. There was a patch of neatly trimmed hair. He was very careful not to blink much. Jill was not a patient woman. She raised an eyebrow at Thomas and indicated Jason. "Hop to Private!" Jason put is mouth over Jill's clit. Maggie had showed him what that was. She'd leaned back in the hay and rubbed while he watched. Jill bulked against his mouth. Not knowing anything else to do he sucked. He heard Jill moan. Thomas walked around them for a better view. He stood right behind Jill's head. Her face said the private was doing all right, but could do better. "Faster Private." Jason shook at his commander's voice and sucked a bit harder on Jill. He stared up at Thomas's stern face, but saw the slight upturn of his mouth and the bulge in his pants. Jason began to suck Jill's clit in fast little pulses. Jill ground into the mouth between her legs, he didn't quite have the swing of it. She looked up at Thomas and saw the underside of his monstrous cock. She watched his hand move slowly up and down, circling the tip with his thumb. Reluctantly she tore her gaze away and put it back on her crotch. She saw Jason's eyes, not staring at her, but at Thomas's cock. An evil grin crawled across her face. "Thomas, he's not doing it right." She looked back up at Thomas's wide grin. "Stop Private." Jason stood up at attention, his pecker still jutting out in the night air. He watched Thomas's hand still slowly massaging the giant thick snake that erupted from his pants. He didn't think something that size was humanly possible. Still slowly petting himself Thomas began to lecture the private. "What sort of man are you not knowing how to treat a woman?" He walked around Jill, still on the ground and her dress flipped up. He stood face to face with Jason. His rod hovered above his subordinate's. "Jill, remove your dress and stand by the wall." Jill obeyed. The brick was very cold against her skin. "I want you to pay very close attention Private." Thomas kneeled between Jill's legs. He began fucking her with his tongue as hard as could, slamming her against his face by grabbing her ass and pushing and pulling. He groaned into her as he noticed the blades of grass tickling his dick. He felt Jill's hands on his shoulders and heard her cry out. He let her ride out the sensations then left her cunt. "Can you remember that Private?" "Yes Sir." Jason was breathing heavy, but his hands were behind his back. He'd been a little afraid of what Thomas's reaction would be. "One more thing. Remove the rest of your uniform, get on your hands and knees, and face away from the wall." Once Jason obeyed he returned to Jill. He removed his pants quickly, gave her a sweet smile, then rammed his cock up into her. She moaned loudly as he made a few strokes. "Eyes front!" Jason whirled his head forward. Thomas removed his cock and replaced it with a few fingers. When they were nice and wet he left Jill by the wall. He stood behind Jason and just took in the sight of the young man scared, horny, and waiting. Thomas stood close to him, so the head of his dick rested on the lad's back. He reached around the goosebump covered legs and took the hard cock in his hand. Jason twitched under him. He stroked a little and then continued the lecture. "To know how to treat a woman one must have an understanding of what it's like to be a woman." He slide the wet fingers into Jason's ass. Jason shook and jumped. He didn't know if he wanted it to stop of go deeper. The hand on his pecker squeezed and pulled. The fingers in his as thrust inward and wiggled a little. He shuddered. He didn't want any of it to stop. The hand on his pecker continued and the fingers inside him made a few strokes then left. Soon they were replace by something very large and slick pressing against his anus. "Do you want to learn Private?" Thomas pressed the head against Jason's ass. A wavy voice squeaked out of Jason, "God yes Sir." He tried to relax but still wasn't prepared. The pain was unbelievable as the commander entered him. The motion stopped. He tried to relax more, but it wasn't any use. It just wouldn't fit, and he did not want Jason walking funny on his second day. He pulled out. "About face." He tried to bark it, but he was breathing too hard. Jason remained on the ground staring up at him. "I'm sorry Sir. I'll do better next time Sir." He wasn't surprised that he meant what he'd said. He was surprised that he had the courage to act without being ordered. He took the head of his commander's cock into his mouth and sucked. Thomas grunted and thrust forward a little. What the lad lacked in skill he made up for with effort. He could tell Jason was really trying, he had about a third of the length in. He could feel himself ready to let go, and glared at Jill. She had pulled her breasts out of her dress and was happily leaning on the wall twisting her nipples. Jill knew what was needed. She leaned down and whispered into Jason's ear. "Reach underneath and stroke between his cock and balls." Jason obeyed. "Now graze him gently with your teeth and suck really hard." Jason did as instructed. He felt Thomas's yell vibrate through him. He spit to the side and waited for orders. Thomas staggered and replaced his pants. He swallowed before he spoke again. "Clean up, get dressed, and get back to your post Private Jason. You will be needing frequent lessons in these matters, for which I'm sure Jill will be more than willing to volunteer. You will give me frequent reports on your progress." With some difficulty he staggered back into the shadows. Before he was out of sight he added over his shoulder more to Jill than Jason, "there will be no more lessons tonight." Thomas watched Jason return to his post from a distance and smiled everytime he saw the private's hand almost touch his crotch. The next day they both woke up late. Mila didn't even make an excuse to the servants and guards why she was staying in bed and why the slave was staying with her. She wanted as much of him as possible before he went. She gazed out a window and waited for Demon to wake up. She did not have to wait long. Something rubbed its way between her legs and then folded over and nestled into her stomach. Mila looked to see Demon's green and blue tail. "I had a thought." "You must be feeling better." The tail between her legs rubbed slowly back and forth. She moaned and leaned against him. Demon put a hand on the wall. It was in preparation of what he was about to feel. His experiences had taught him sometimes it was difficult to stand. He moved in on her neck and nibbled. At the same time he moved his tail from Mila's stomach. The little patch of hair tickled. With some guess work he pressed the tip against the wet heat. With a great deal of restraint his tail entered three inches then retreated. He did it over and over. It was amazing. Entering such a warm place. He was glad he thought it all out before he started touching her, having a plan helped him keep control. Talmin Ch. 2 Mila bulked under him. This was better than anything she'd ever had before. She gasped as Demon's tail went in a little further. His tail wiggled in all directions, giving attention to places that had barley ever been touched. She held on to him tighter as the tail went in further. He growled into Mila's ear. The room had been still saturated with the damp scent, and it was building up more. He bit harder. All he could think about was what he was feeling clamping down on his tail. He had seven inches of his tail inside her. Shocks of energy pulsed through his body every time he pulsed inside her. The muscles in his tail stiffened and he shoved it as far into Mila as it would go, over and over. Mila shook against him and cried out. Mila felt a hand on her crotch where the tail was still inside her, then felt a few wet fingers enter her anus. "Wha-" the tail went in just a little deeper. Demon moved both of them a little away from the wall. He took a deep breath and pressed his newly named "penis" between Mila's ass cheeks. He had to enter slowly, first just the tip, then a few more inches, then a few more. The wonderful tightness was not what did him in, it was her gasp and how she arched against him. It was as though a piece of mining machinery took over his body. He pumped in and out of her furiously, the two appendages working in time together. A low roar built up in his chest and rose until it filled the room. Only because it was a higher pitch did Mila's voice seem louder than his. Demon made a few final jerks and they both collapsed. Mila knew she would never feel anything like that again. For a moment she considered breaking her deal with Mr. Welsh and let her father be killed, but only for a moment. Mila wriggled away from Demon and made him stay back. "I have to make some final preparations. . . ." She took a large gulp of air to finish. "For when your new owner comes." "What? Why?" His need had not lessened even though his muscles had given out. "I had to pay my father's debts." She turned away, if she looked into that stare she'd melt. "You'll be a six year old boy's pet. I looked into it, you'll be going on a ship, you'll have a better chance to get to your planet. . . ." She looked up unexpectantly. God, how did Roke women get anything done? "What's your name? Not your translated name, your real name." The beast took a moment and made his breathing very regular and slow. He glared at her, the lust replaced with anger. Not so much that she had sold him, but for pretending it was for his own good. "You can't pronounce it." Mila frowned. She'd lied to herself thinking it would be different. A slaveowes his owner nothing in the end. "Thank you and good luck." She walked towards the door. Demon called after her, "My future wives and I thank you." Mila looked back and saw his mischievous fanged grin. to be continued... Talmin Bang, bang, bang! "Lady! Lady Rell!" Lady Rell grunted and put on a robe. She washed her hands and readied herself to fire whoever was on the otherside of the door. "Jill? Did you not know I was sleeping?" "Yes Ma'am. Sorry Ma'am. But Mr. Welsh is at the door, and he's, um insistent and and he's sayin' it's about you're father and and you must see him now or he won't see you atall and and and well the rest was sort of swearing I--" "I see Jill." Mila let her dead drop on the edge of the door. "Tell him I'll see him. Have him wait in the living room." She slammed the door before Jill said something stupid. Jill was loyal and a good enough servant but easily flustered. Mila knew what ever Mr. Welsh wanted to say about her father was going to be disappointing and expensive. She dressed and headed for the living room. "Lady Rell." He bowed. Mr. Welsh was not a unpleasant man, or an ugly man, he just dealt in some of the more questionable matters on the planet and had very simple rules about those who transgressed against him. "I've come to see you about--" "You've come to see me about my father who owes you a ridiculous amount of money that he has no chances of paying and you were hoping I'd be interested in paying it so you don't have to bother hurting him. Is that about right, Welsh?" She was too annoyed with his presence to address him properly. "About." He gave another little bow. Being that on top of matters deserved recognition. "I'll probably have to hurt him some even if I get the money. It's more of a matter of whether or not he gets himself killed." "So it's gotten that bad. And why is it I can't just get the authorities to keep him out of your grasp?" She knew the answer, but it was at least worth a try. "We already have him Lady." The Lady Rell was a very attractive woman. Even if it was true she was barren he didn't see why men weren't lining up for her. "I'd rather not kill him, but this has happened so many times. I'd say 'it's not personal, I like the old man, it's strictly business' 'cept I can't stand him." "Neither can I." Jean's husband always looked at her like this, respectfully looking at her body in a subtle manner. Jean said he hated her had married her only to have a child and only slept with her until Greg was born. "How is Greg, he's four now?" Mila smile coldly. Distraction was always useful. "Fine Lady, and he's six." "How much does my father owe?" Mr. Welsh handed her a piece of paper. "No one but you has this much money. I can't pay it." "I know. I was thinking of a trade instead." "Really?" Mila folded her arms. "My son saw the Roke you bought today. Thought he was a dragon. It's all those books the nurse reads him. I'd take him instead of payment." "Why? The value isn't equal." "Greg's been on about him ever since. I'd do anything for my son." Mila surpressed a smile. "And?" Mr. Welsh swallowed. Lady Rell was sharp, everyone knew that, it still surprised him sometimes. Jean wasn't dumb exactly, she was just interested in very little and she some how repulsed him without trying. "And there's no way I can get the payment from you're father." "Though you've already taken everything you could get your hands on." "Have you spoken to your father?" "I haven't spoken to him since my husband died." "And though you're a good daughter, you still won't go broke for him. At least this way I'll get my son a good present." "Fine, but I have conditions." Mila walked closer to him. "All right." "Give me until tomorrow evening to deliver the Roke, I will need to some information together so you'll know how to feed him etc." "Done." "I don't want this to happen again. I want you to make sure that my father is not allowed in any bar, brothel, or gambling house. I want you to see that no one who works for you will take credit from him. I want him the only thing he can get on credit to be food. Do you understand?" Mr. Welsh felt her trying to intimidate him and he rather liked it. "Cheaper for me." Mila turned away. "And I want whatever's done to him not to be crippling." "Yes Lady Rell. Tomorrow evening then." "Thank you Jason." Mila walked out of the room quickly. * * * * * To be continued...