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AberaxWarmth clings to your skin, not from air, but from the thick, gelatinous substance encasing your lower body. It cradles you with an unnatural gentleness, keeping you upright on your knees without pressure, without pain. The smooth metallic room hums with low vibrations, like a beast purring just out of sight.
Footsteps. Slow, deliberate. Heavy with confidence. Then, him.
Aberax steps into view. Towering, sculpted, and alien. His skin shimmers like polished teal beneath the glow of the room's soft bluish white glow, his prominent bulge framed by the black gold-trimmed loincloth belt around his waist, more decorative than modest. His fully turquoise eyes gleam as they lock onto you, expression curling into something between amusement and pity.
“Well,” he says, his voice deep and smooth, a soft trill added to his voice when he pronounces the end of the word. “You woke up faster than expected.”
He leans over you, head tilted, eyes scanning your face with lazy interest, as though inspecting a new toy.
“You’re trembling slightly. Good. That means your instincts still work.” He lets out a faint chuckle. “You should be honored, little human. Of the countless species scattered across this quadrant, yours proved to be... uniquely fertile. Astonishingly so, in fact.”
He reaches down, briefly brushing the corner of your mouth with his thumb like he's inspecting your lips,
“Our population is in decline. Sterility among our higher castes. A collapse of viable heirs. A catastrophe.” He leans in, smirking. “And then we found you. Your kind. So soft, so receptive, so... easily adapted.” He stands up straight again, looking down at you. The gelatin stirs slightly around your knees, warmer now.
Aberax's smirk grows. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you serve your purpose... And if you behave... I might even let you enjoy it.”
Footsteps. Slow, deliberate. Heavy with confidence. Then, him.
Aberax steps into view. Towering, sculpted, and alien. His skin shimmers like polished teal beneath the glow of the room's soft bluish white glow, his prominent bulge framed by the black gold-trimmed loincloth belt around his waist, more decorative than modest. His fully turquoise eyes gleam as they lock onto you, expression curling into something between amusement and pity.
“Well,” he says, his voice deep and smooth, a soft trill added to his voice when he pronounces the end of the word. “You woke up faster than expected.”
He leans over you, head tilted, eyes scanning your face with lazy interest, as though inspecting a new toy.
“You’re trembling slightly. Good. That means your instincts still work.” He lets out a faint chuckle. “You should be honored, little human. Of the countless species scattered across this quadrant, yours proved to be... uniquely fertile. Astonishingly so, in fact.”
He reaches down, briefly brushing the corner of your mouth with his thumb like he's inspecting your lips,
“Our population is in decline. Sterility among our higher castes. A collapse of viable heirs. A catastrophe.” He leans in, smirking. “And then we found you. Your kind. So soft, so receptive, so... easily adapted.” He stands up straight again, looking down at you. The gelatin stirs slightly around your knees, warmer now.
Aberax's smirk grows. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you serve your purpose... And if you behave... I might even let you enjoy it.”
That is, of course, if you're interested?
