An intoxicating cocktail of Controller pheromones, as rich and sweet as they were dark, mixed with the scent of fresh vanilla, tender and delightfully chilling. Diego rubbed his hands together, slick with the warm massage oil. He pressed his palms into the small of Plasia's back, hiding his concern underneath a professional persona. This would otherwise be a wonderful way to spend a few hours, but something was bothering him.
Plasia was lying face down on the soft sheets of Seeth's bed, hiding her face in the pillows with nothing on but the blanket draped over her legs. Diego was standing to the side of the bed, wearing only underwear himself, his face hard with focus.
Admittedly, he was surprisingly nervous to be alone with Plasia. She'd been very quiet since returning to the Minitaur and had been avoiding any questions tentatively posed to her about the last few months. On a more selfish note, his relationship with her had a remarkably youthful feel to it, but he worried if that electric spark they felt was still present after being separated for so long… He only hoped she still felt so strongly about him, as she had those months before.
His soft scales slipped up her smooth sapphire skin, sinking slightly into the silky softness before hitting the rock-hard muscle that lined her back. It was a firm, humbling reminder of the raw strength that a Controller had, even under Plasia's cushioned frame. He pushed his hands up her back, pressing deliberately into her muscles. Her skin glistened beautifully under the dim lamplight of the room, like raw gem-dust in his hands. He couldn't help but admire its deep blue hue, so saturated and rich in its alien splendour, but his mind remained focused on the task at hand.
She's carrying a lot of tension in her core, I wonder if I can loosen it...
He pressed deeper with his palms, testing to see what level of discomfort she could handle.
"Let me know if it's too much, hun."
"Okay…" She replied softly, with what sounded like a touch of uncertainty in her voice, muffled by the pillows.
Diego carefully pushed his palms deeper, kneading them back and forth as he loosened the knots in her muscles. Despite the sensual nature of the act he was deep in concentration, his hands feeling through the story of her body. Her pristine skin was as flawless as it always was, but he could feel the scarring, otherwise invisible to the eye. Someone had hurt her. Despite her body having healed, the tension within the cords told him that she was carrying several months' worth of deep agony.
"You're super tense back here, Plas." He placed his hands at the top of her hips, pressing the curve between his thumb and finger up her back. "These muscles are like stone!"
"I-Is that bad? Can you help?" She asked shyly, burying her burning cheeks into the pillow.
"…Yeah. I think I can." Diego replied tenderly. "Just relax, I'll see what I can do."
She didn't want to talk about it. And he understood that, he wasn't intent on pressing her for more information. Her comfort and happiness was most important right now, something she'd had seldom little of recently, by the feeling of her muscles.
They remained in silence as he worked through her lower back. It wasn't exactly awkward… but maybe it was? It was hard to gauge. They'd clearly missed each-other, there was ever lingering question of romance hanging over the room… He was having a hard time figuring out what was going through her head.
Then again… She had literally asked him to give her a massage… He must have made a lasting impression all those months ago in the dungeon. It was entirely possible that he was overthinking this, and it was time to relax and be himself.
He leaned further over her with a deep sigh, rubbing his thumbs deep into her muscles. He absolutely was overthinking this. He knew it. But as he reached over to massage further up her back, it became obvious that he'd need a better position to adequately tend to her. He didn't fancy running from side to side, and his eyes landed on her soft, curvaceous rear.
That would do nicely…
"Are you okay if I sit on you? I'm thinking if i sit on your butt, It'll be easier for me to use my body weight to loosen your muscles and I can work on either side of your back equally." He asked, with a hint of cheekiness. She nodded, more eagerly this time, but continued to keep her face buried.
He climbed up on the bed, watching her closely. But she remained still on her front and silent, shivering ever-so-slightly.
I hope she's okay. He frowned to himself, feeling even more self-doubt than before. Whatever's happened, I'll help you, Plas.
Climbing up onto the bed, he straddled her rear and planted himself on it, with there being plenty of room for him on her bubbly buxom bum to get comfy.
But the second his weight pressed on her, a small, breathy moan escaped her lips and shattered his composure, and Diego slipped straight off her butt. The sheer drop between her butt cheeks and her back gave the lizard far more speed than he could've anticipated, and combined with the massage oil he'd just applied, he slipped off her entirely and face-planted the pillow next to her.
He pulled himself up, flustered and confused, only to see Plasia staring at him with a growing grin. Her sapphire orbs were staring at him with nothing but love and adoration. She wasn't upset at all, not with him at least…
"That was really smooth, Diego." She giggled sweetly, twisting onto her side to face him. "Turning my bum into a slip-and-slide so you could get into bed with me."
"Did it work?" He asked, shuffling closer with his own smile.
"Why don't you tell me?" She squeaked happily, throwing her arms around him and pulling him close, snuggling him like an overgrown teddy bear. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, pulling him deep into her cleavage and savouring the warmth of his body.
"Oh yeah, that's a success." They laughed together as he hugged her back, rubbing his smooth scales against her. And just like that, the tension in the air was gone.
"How do you do it? You always seem to land on your feet, or, well, your face I suppose this time." She giggled again, nuzzling against his ears. "But it always seems so… seamless with you. What's your secret?"
"My secret?!" He chirped, seemingly taken off-guard. For a second, Plasia wondered if she'd accidentally asked him something personal. "I-I suppose it might be that I actually don't always land on my feet. Case and point! But I always try to make the best of any situation I'm given, so it kinda looks like I'm landing."
"Hmm… I like that. Always try your best." She smiled warmly, satisfied with the answer for now. They rested now in teasing silence, rubbing their bodies against one another… The cuddling wouldn't last forever, so both were happy to make the most of it before other desires took over.
They settled onto the bed, Diego on his back and Plasia resting her head on his shoulder, a thigh leaned over him and pinning him to the bed. Her fingers danced along chest, idly toying with his scales. Her touch was as electrifying as Seeth's was, so teasing and tender at the same time. Diego meanwhile had his one arm under her, clutched around her shoulders and the other resting on her thigh.
Their shared warmth was ambrosia to the two damaged souls, healing through nothing but their adoration of one another. Diego couldn't explain it, but there was something so powerful about Plasia's affection. It just left him wanting more and more. Despite their relationship being so young and new, they seemed to understand one-another on a deeper level. After how emotionally draining the last day had been for him, Diego was in desperate need of some tender love and care, and Plasia seemed more than willing to provide.
From Plasia's perspective, Diego was nothing shy of her personal saint. Every moment with him was beyond precious, every word spoken a treasure to her. He'd seen her when no one else had, and he'd helped her when she was at her most vulnerable. But he was more than just her rescuer. He was someone to laugh with, someone to heal with, someone to spend her life with. Someone who really saw who she was… She ached to tell him what had happened with the DA, she wanted so badly to tell him everything, just to get it off her chest. But she had two major problems that kept her mouth closed, to the only person she even could feel comfortable telling.
One; when she was with him, the last thing she wanted to do was remember the bad. She wanted to make good of the time they had. If anything, the last year had only emphasized how important it was to make the most of every moment, like Diego had said. But problem number two… Two was harder.
She was deeply concerned that it would change him for the worse.
Diego hadn't shared with her or Seeth what had happened between him, his brother and Jace. But his reaction had been telling enough, he had been devastated, and beyond angry. And she knew how fond he was of her. She'd felt his concern and empathy since they'd reunited. Telling him how badly she'd been treated was likely to bring out something she could feel deep within him… Plasia could feel the darkness swirling in his heart, just like her. There was a beast deep inside him, teeth scraping against the bars he'd caged it in. His kindness was tempered by the scolding cold that echoed through his past, but there was still something in him. She wasn't entirely sure what had happened to him, but her intuition told her that sharing what the DA had done to her would set him down the wrong path. And so, in spite of her wanting to share everything with Diego, she kept it quiet… and it felt sustainable, for now at least.
Truth be told, she was feeling rather okay about everything, more than she had any right to be. But in a way, that worried her more; she knew that she shouldn't be okay. That pain was buried deep within her, and it wasn't difficult to conclude where it was, or a better way of putting it, who it was with.
She dismissed the thoughts by pushing her face deeper into Diego's warm, muscular neck. Her tongue darted out to taste him, lapping at his scales just a couple of times, sending shivers up and down his body. She loved feeling him vibrate under her touch, it was pure electricity between them at times and it filled her chest with excitement, and her stomach with butterflies. Her fingers continued to dance up and down his chest, when the most unusual sensation caught her attention.
There was something on his skin.
She sat up a little bit so she could see the surface of his chest and to her surprise, it was bare. There was nothing she could see at all, but she could absolutely feel something, she was sure of it! Her finger tips were drawn almost magnetically to some sort of shape on his skin and gently, she traced the path carefully as the tingling sensation tickled her digits.
"You can feel them, can't you?" Diego whispered. He sounded nervous again.
"Them? There's more? What are they?" Plasia asked sincerely, sitting up more as she ran her hands over his body. There were more on his shoulders and forearms, in different shapes compared to his chest.
"My runes." Diego smiled uneasily, but he pressed on regardless. "Carved onto my body and soul quite some time ago…"
"What do they do?"
"They're enchantments. Some are passive, and some trigger on certain conditions. They're powered by my soul directly and written on my body, making them irreversibly part of me. They drain me every day to sustain their effects."
Plasia's eyes widened with fear at Diego's words and she traced the shapes faster, although she wasn't entirely sure why she was doing it.
"T-They drain you? That sounds dangerous… Does it hurt?"
"No, not at all. I can't feel their drain like that. My soul is strong enough to feed them all, with a bit left over to replenish itself. So I'm fine. But it does mean it takes me much longer to recover my psyonics."
"C-Can't you get rid of them? Like a tattoo?"
Diego laughed genuinely, hugging her closer around the shoulders.
"Ahah, no. It's not like that. There are burn and proof runes. Proof runes can technically be broken, but it's -" For a second, Diego's face hardened. "- Immensely difficult, and very dangerous. Burn runes cannot be broken under any circumstance, only used up. Once used, they have to be re-drawn to affect you again. I… I have both." He gently grabbed one of her hands and guided her over to his forearm, tracing the shape over his skin. Her fingers traced what felt like a cross shape, with a dot in each blank quadrant. "This one for example is a weak rune that boosts how many people I can help with my warcry. Without it, I could maybe do a thousand people at most."
"A thousand?! That's still a lot of people, Diego!"
"Not at the time, it wasn't."
He pressed his fingers on top of hers and pushed the alien's digits into his scales. Something seemed to draw her fingers in deeper despite them not moving and slowly, she pulled her finger tips away, and golden dust rose from his skin, hovering in the space between them.
"Oh wow… look at that!" Plasia buzzed excitedly, her pupils dilating as she watched the glimmering dust in awe. Suddenly then, she snapped back into reality, vibrating with worry. "I-I'm not hurting you am I? Isn't this pulling something out of you?!"
"No, not at all. This is like flicking through the pages of a book. The 'dust' you see is just information that my soul decodes and powers to access the ability inscribed. It's not actually physically present." Diego felt Plasia relax in his grip as he explained.
She pulled her fingers away further and further until the gold dust returned back to his skin, almost like a rubber band springing back to its original shape. Upon touching his skin, it disappeared again like it never existed in the first place. Glancing up at his face, she saw a vulnerability in his eyes. This seemed like it was a sensitive subject.
"W-We don't have to continue, if you don't want to." She smiled, placing a hand tenderly on his cheek. I know there are other things we could be doing… How long has it been…? And yet, he seemed to want to continue. Maybe he needed to talk about this. He broke away from her, swallowing quietly. "I'm here for you, Diego. Always."
"Can you promise that you won't think less of me?" He asked, unable to bring himself to look at her.
"I promise, Diego. There is very little you could do that would make me think less of you." She spoke softly, stroking the back of his fluffy hair. He exhaled deeply and turned back towards her, shyly reaching for her hands again.
"I have runes that… that I would love deeply to get rid of. They've twisted my life in ways that have made keeping people close… difficult. You and Seeth are the only people I trust who are…" He trailed off, his discomfort palpable. "Maybe it's easier if I just explain."
Before he could continue, Plasia leaned in and pressed a soft, long, wet kiss against his nose.
"You tell me as much or as little as you want, Diego."
Diego blushed deeply. He quickly kissed her back, holding her cheek as he pressed his own warm, firm kiss against her lips. As they broke the kiss, he remained purposely close to her, exhaling slowly.
"I don't know why I want to tell you this. I haven't told a single soul since… since. But… seeing as we're talking about it… I want you to know." They settled back down into a side-by-side cuddle and he guided her hand down to his stomach, where she felt a new rune across his abs. The shape of this one was harder to make out, but it felt like two 'V's,' one upside down, interlocked with one another. Plasia danced her fingers over it, drawing the gold dust out of his sable scales carefully. The dust appeared to have a shimmering light connecting some of the golden specks, almost like a spider web.
"They're so pretty to look at… What don't you like about it?"
The lizard suddenly went pale.
"That…" Diego cleared his throat again, the words refusing to leave the tip of his tongue. "I-It's my…" He inhaled deeply and looked into Plasia's eyes, trying to summon the confidence to continue. "It's my charisma aura…" He exhaled heavily through pursed lips, as if he'd been holding that in for quite some time. He pushed his head back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. "And it's poisoned everything."
Plasia began to feel a little guilty over her growing curiosity. Diego tensed up in her arms as he continued to speak.
"It… It alters people's perceptions of me. You asked me earlier, how do I always land on my feet? This rune helps with that." Diego explained quietly, as though he were afraid of the universe listening. "It's very hard for psyonics to affect the moods and emotions of others, but the charisma aura makes people a little more endeared towards me than they would otherwise be. It makes them more… suggestable. They're more likely to perceive my actions in a positive light. It's not fool proof, and it isn't any type of mind control. But it's subtle, effective and ever present." He sighed heavily, squeezing Plasia's hand tightly.
"That doesn't sound too awful, you said you hated it?" Plasia asked, scooching closer to Diego again. "Why?"
"I despise it. I never feel like I'm on an even playing field with anyone. I can't trust my relationships are because of me or because of it. I get chances I don't deserve, subtly manipulating everyone around me, endearing them towards me. My mistakes are brushed off and my successes are championed. I can use it for good, Chance knows I've tried to. I've managed to get people to open up to me, so I can help them. I've brought people happiness when they needed it most. But ultimately, I can't help but feel like I'm just… this awful, manipulative person. Almost every time I get romantic with someone, I just can't trust the relationship. It undermines everything. That was…until I met you and Seeth."
Plasia felt tears swell in the corners of her eyes as she listened to Diego beget his curse. So dearly did she want to help him, and she clutched him ever closer.
"What was different about us?" She asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"It felt even. Like we were playing by the same rules. None of you have charisma auras, I'm not sure what you've got. But there's something about you that feels like it can contend with me. I can't tell if you have something that negates my aura, or something that gives you similar properties. But either way, neither of us are taking advantage of the other. Or maybe we're both taking advantage of each-other." Diego laughed lightly. "But either way, it makes it feel far more genuine than anything I've had in a long, long time."
"I'm relieved you feel like that, Diego. Truthfully, I wondered if we were taking advantage of you sometimes... You said you can't get rid of it, though?"
"Not anymore. The ritual required to remove it is far out of my reach, with people who'd kill me on sight for approaching them. Or they'd try anyway. So I have to live with it, slowly poisoning my relationships and ruining my trust in others."
Plasia pressed another kiss against his cheek as she squeezed him.
"Apart from us…"
"Apart from you." Diego repeated, his voice heavy with gratitude. He relaxed in her arms, snuggling closer to her. "You're everything I've been looking for. And I'm so lucky to have found you when I did…"
"Me too, Diego… I don't know what I'd have done without you. I thought I'd lost you…"
Thought I'd killed you.
"We're stronger, together. I know that much… So, my rune didn't freak you out?"
"No! No! Of course not! Don't be silly!" Plasia squawked, seemingly offended that Diego could even suggest such a thing. "Think of the damage someone could do with your strength, Diego! And what do you do? You dive into dungeons to help people you barely know! Y-You put yourself on the line over and over again! I-I remember, when we escaped the dungeon a-and the gunships came, you used the last of your strength to protect us! That could have killed you! It nearly did! That's who you are!" She placed her palm over the rune on his stomach. "This thing… it doesn't define you. Everyone has certain advantages in life, disadvantages too! We're all made different, Diego. But you… you were made for good, I can feel it."
Her words brought him to tears. A heartfelt smile underpinned the glass flowing down his cheeks. She squeezed him tightly, holding him as close as she possibly could. They remained that way, clinging onto each-other as though they were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Plasia felt her own tears stinging her eyes as she clutched him close, his body trembling in her loving grip. She'd never seen him like this before, it was visceral and real, something that had been troubling him for so long with no one to tell. Raw fear was seldom experienced by the lizard in most situations, and it moved her to see him feel comfortable enough to tell her.
But his pain began to ease as the reality of her acceptance covered him. His grip lightened, his muscles relaxed. Together, their crying began to morph into a lost chuckle as relief washed over them both. They broke their hug just to stare into each other's eyes.
Lost in the moment. The freeing feeling of letting pain go.
The lizard's eyes still looked tired, but there was a new twinkle of hope somewhere in there, the golden rings in his eyes were shining brighter than before. At least to Plasia, anyway.
They wiped each-others tears away with their thumbs as a strange feeling of contentment hit them both. Acceptance was a powerful thing. They settled back down onto the bed together, resuming their previous position with Plasia resting her head on Diego's shoulder, both their hearts beating a little softer than before.
"Thank you, Plas. I… I really wasn't sure what you'd think of that. I don't know what anyone would make of it…"
"Maybe these things don't matter as much as we tell ourselves. What matters is how you treat people, Diego." Plasia's mind drifted to the others on the ship, people who likely wouldn't even be alive without Diego's help. Whilst she wasn't super familiar with anyone yet, her brief time with the crew had already revealed their tremendous gratitude towards Diego with. "And I know that the way you've treated us… me… I don't know what I'd do without you."
They rested in each-others arms, content and healing. For all they'd endured and suffered, moments like these made the journey worth it.
"You've talked about something you don't like from your past, why don't you tell me about something you did like?" Plasia asked sweetly, holding her man close.
"Thats a nice idea!" Diego smiled, sighing softly to himself. "Hmm… I'm not sure…" He paused, glancing off to the side in deep thought until he suddenly snapped his fingers. "Got it! Would you like to hear about where I used to live?"
"I'd love to!" Plasia beamed, her enthusiasm infectious.
"Before uh… Before I left them, the people I was with had a very different style of living compared to practically anywhere else."
"In what way?"
"Well, they have no mass manufacturing at all. No factories or megaplexes. Everything, and I mean everything is hand made. For my first few years with them, I was completely based in their equivalent of an army, I suppose. But eventually the time came to find myself a home."
Plasia's eyes lit up in both excitement and awe as she contemplated Diego's words.
"Does that mean you… you made your own house?!"
"I certainly did!" Diego grinned proudly. "I had help of course, my friends back then were all too eager to lend me a hand. My position in the military gave me quite the choice of environment to pick from too! I ended up clearing out a small lakeside hill and built myself a log cabin." He paused for a second, scratching his chin. "Ehh… Cabin is the wrong word. I was supposed to be a cabin, nothing too fancy. It ended up being more like a large round room of sorts, like a giant teepee! We spent days chopping down these massive trees called glitter oak, so thick you could hug them and your hands wouldn't meet! There was a friend of mine who was an expert hunter-gatherer, she'd spend her spare time hunting the various mega-fauna that prowled the jagged, moss covered mountains to the south. She gifted me these massive tarps she'd made from their hide, they were water proof and wind proof, super tough! So I ended up using them for the roofing and it changed the whole design. She also gave me a ton of furs she'd made, so silky it was like walking on clouds!"
"Oh wow, that sounds amazing!" Plasia hummed, imagining herself right alongside him.
"I had this huge fire pit in the middle of the room, surrounded by oversized, handmade glitter oak benches, covered in the furs gifted to me. They were so comfy! I couldn't believe it! My bed was so thick with these different pelts and furs that you would just sink into it! When the moon was out, it would make the tarp glow with the moonlight… I could hear the lake washing against the sand just a walk away from my house. It was one of my favourite places ever, I would just lay in bed with a plate full of food and rest. I cooked huge feasts for all my friends, eating fire-roasted meat around the fire together before going for a late night dip in the water. I miss cooking for people… Life wasn't always so serene, but when it was, it really was. I don't miss much about my old life, but I really miss that place."
"That sounds incredible, Diego. I'd love to do that with you… Maybe once this is all over, we could build our own place too?"
"I'd… I'd really like that, Plas." Diego smiled, his eyes going glassy once again.
They both absorbed the idea, their minds running away with ideas and possibilities, before Plasia turned towards him and kissed him on his ear.
"You mean the world to me, Diego."
"You mean the world to me too, Plasia." Diego smiled, planting a kiss on the back of her hand. "I-I think I'm feeling better now. Partially at least. I need some distraction though, my head feels so full. I want to forget about everything for a bit -"
Distraction…?
"Maybe we could watch something or play a game?"
A surge of desire throbbed through Plasia's body, and the latter half of Diego's sentence completely missed her. How long had it been since she'd…? You know. That. She didn't pay the question too much thought, there was nothing but painful barbs waiting at the end. But Diego's words seemingly jump-started an engine that had been idling for months.
"Distraction? Okay! I'm sure we can find something to do! S-So when did you get those gold rings in your eyes then? Are they runes too?" She nuzzled against his ear, whispering to him. "They are super pretty… They really suit you."
"Thank you!" Diego beamed as a shiver ran down his spine, his tail wrapping around her leg. "They're calibration runes, they don't do anything by themselves but they help with a few of my other psyonics. The eyes are the windows to the soul and all that… I don't really know why they're just visible all the time now though. They shouldn't be. I must have broken something." The lizard sounded increasingly nervous as he felt himself yapping.
"Well, I think they look lovely on you."
For once, Plasia was happy with the urge growing within her, despite her man's seemingly nervous chatter. With Diego here, she was actually looking forward to having some fun. But the question remained if he was up for anything. It wasn't that long ago that he was opening up to her about one of his greatest vulnerabilities.
"I'm glad you think so…"
It appeared however that she'd been anything but subtle regarding her sudden shift in mood as Diego twisted to meet her eyes with a glint of mischief plainly visible in her amethyst irises.
"I didn't think you'd want to do anything…" Plasia smiled shyly, breaking her gaze as her heart thumped harder and harder. It felt like it was trying to escape her chest and land in Diego's hands.
"T-This wasn't what I meant by distraction but… I'm game… I just can't get enough. I know you have needs, and I'm more than willing to help." His voice dropped as he spoke, turning into a playful, coy whisper.
"What shall we do?" Plasia smiled, stroking her fingers across his chest.
"Honestly? I've had too much to think recently. I need to switch off and let the primal side run things for a bit. I just want to be told what to do… or used. I really don't mind which."
Plasia shivered from head to toe, her eyes bright and wide, barely able to hold herself back as the idea of using Diego as she pleased hit her like a love drench wet sponge to the face.
"That sounds… more perfect than I imagined." I have been bullied, bossed and had my control taken away for so long…Being in charge is exactly what I need. "I want to tell you what to do."
"And I want to do it." Diego hummed back, excitement already visible on his muscular body.
She suddenly scooched out of the bed, hurrying we way over to Seeth's drawers, temporarily defying the pull towards her man. She'd been given the green light to wear and use whatever she wanted. What laid within was unknown but Plasia was sure she'd find something to suit the mood, knowing Seeth.
"Close your eyes and wait for me." She asked, her words followed by an excited, kittenish giggle.
Distraction… No, it was more than that. The best cure for a heavy past was a bright future. New memories to make, fresh love to drink and warm smiles in the morning. There was no sense in trying to remake how things were. Better to make do with how things are…
*** Hazard Warning \\\-/// Level AMBER \\\-/// Caution Advised***
A rush of excitement filled Diego as he waited patiently on the bed, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth as he squeezed his eyes shut to prevent himself from peaking.
He heard Plasia shuffle and search through the drawers, along with the occasional hum as she decided on what she wanted. After what felt like an eternity, but was closer to a couple of minutes, a delighted squeak from the girl told Diego that she'd found what she wanted. His ears pricked with the sound of rustling fabric, followed by a couple of zips and finally, a light metallic jangle…
Diego could barely contain his smile as he heard her footsteps approaching.
"Sit on the side of the bed please, eyes still closed."
He did as she asked, pulling himself upright and perching on the side of the bed, his heart thumping with eagerness. There was a shift in the air and he felt Plasia move towards him, her breath tickling the top of his ears, when he felt a soft sensation around his neck. Something soft and silky wrapped around his neck and clicked shut.
A collar…
He shuddered and doubt crept into his mind, unsure of how to feel. But just as his discomfort started to rise, her lips brushed against his ears and she whispered to him.
"Let's make some new memories together, Diego… Open your eyes."
Her words seemed to do the trick and he relaxed again, aided by the fact the collar felt completely different to the one he'd spent half a year wearing. His eyes flicked open to reveal Plasia standing in front of him, biting her lip seductively. Her left hand clutched a red lead, attached to the collar around Diego's neck and gently pulling him towards her. She was dressed in a thick, black latex bra and panties set, that had a pair of zippers across the nipples and the cock pouch, both currently pulled closed, much to the lizard's disappointment.
"I-I feel a little under dressed!" Diego stammered, his eyes glancing up and down her curvy, gorgeous sapphire body.
"Not at all! Naked is how I want you! A-Are you still happy to do what I say?"
Diego grinned up at her, blood rushing through his body.
"I'd love to. What do you want me to do?"
"Up-up." She grinned shyly, glancing up and down his body. It hadn't escaped her that he was bulkier than before, his body now covered in thick, toned muscle. She hadn't been particularly interested in that before, but something about the way Diego carried his heft, coated in his sable scales, was irresistible to her. He stood as asked, already sporting a thick, tall erection pressing against his underwear as he prepared himself to follow her every word to the letter. "Take your pants off but no touching yourself, okay? I want to be in charge."
She was going to smother this hunk, once he'd paid his dues of course… She wasn't going to let her nerves and inexperience get in the way. She knew exactly what she wanted him to do.
She pushed her naked midriff towards him as he finished removing his underwear with an excited flick of his tail, the slight chub on her belly giving her already ample figure some delightfully soft cushion.
"Kiss it." She commanded excitedly, enthralled by the idea that this strong, gorgeous man was going to do exactly as she asked.
And he brought his face close to her belly and planted a single kiss against her skin. His snout sunk every-so-slightly into her silky softnesses as his lips left a slight glisten on her skin.
Fizzling warmth rushed straight to the surface of her skin, flushing her mind and belly mad with desire.
"Another."
He repeated the action, slowly and methodically, placing another deliberate kiss on her abs. The latex around her cock creaked loudly as her growing erection fought with the material, threatening to break free.
"Down here." She commanded, pointing at her inner thigh. "Lick this."
He nodded and followed her command, bringing himself down to his knees. The sweet smell of her hit him immediately as he dropped, his eyes landing on the growing, shiny black bulge. He wanted to unwrap her so badly, but continued to play by the rules. They'd only just started, after all.
With her intoxicating aroma deep in his nose and mouth, he placed his tongue against her inner thigh and licked all the way up, stopping just short of the material as his ears brushed the still growing crotch. She let out a scintillating giggle, wiggling her hips side to side in delight.
"Again. Do the other thigh!"
He did as commanded once again. Starting his soft, wet tongue at the bottom of her inner thigh, he licked the silken skin slowly as he practically drunk in her aroma. He swapped sides as a delightful, elevated moan escaped her.
"And don't stop!"
His ears pricked with the sound of a zipper above him, but he kept focused on the command. More loving licks were delivered, some smaller than others, some spanning the entire length of her thick, pillow-like thighs. His head kept gracing the latex-clad package above him, a little purposely admittedly. Her balls were just as soft and heavy as Seeth's were, threateningly full of seed that was sure to spill at some point.
But as he continued to lap at her thighs, he heard the sound of the material being squeezed under desperate fingers, followed by something warm trickling over him. He knew the deliciously sweet smell perfectly as it filled his nose and tickled his tongue. His mind flashed back to several months ago, the two of them in the shower…
It was Plasia's milk. Her fresh, rich, heavenly milk.
"Stand." She commanded, her voice trembling.
He rocketed upright, his erection throbbing almost painfully.
One of the zips on her bra had been pulled back, revealing a delightfully plump nipple pushing through the gap. Her blue-tinted milk was dripping from the teat in a teasing stream, running down the length of the shiny black bra.
She tugged on the collar, the gentleness of it before giving way to an insistent eagerness. But she pulled him over the massive, milk-laden tit that was still zipped up and pressed his head against it.
"Lick the zip… Like you're trying to get the milk under it…" She teased him, placing her free hand onto her other boob, purposely in sight of Diego.
His tongue licked left and right of the zipper's thick plastic as his eyes remained transfixed on the other nipple. He could feel the warmth from the massive breast within, as soft as it was supple. Controller breasts were always so bouncy and full despite their incredible heft and his head was sinking sumptuously into the super soft mass as he followed her commands. Another fresh surge of arousal hit him as Plasia squeezed her free nipple and a spray of sweet milk erupted from it. His tongue licked harder at the zipper, hoping to erode the prison fruitlessly. The air was deliciously tender with the mist of her sugar milk.
Another moan escaped her lips as she watched him bury his face against her bra, his entire body thrumming with deep arousal as another spray of milk shot out from her nipple.
"You want it, don't you Diego? You want to taste me?"
"More than anything!" The male nodded enthusiastically, still pushing his tongue against the plastic.
"Well… if you do a good job now… I'll let you drink as much as you want… But I'll be milking myself so if you take too long, there'll be none left for you!" She giggled, pulling him away with the leash. "Lay down on the bed, head flat and be a good boy for me."
He nodded, his breath hot with arousal as he followed her commands and lay down on the bed, making sure his head was against the mattress.
She unzipped her panties and let her cock and balls free, taking them off completely and flinging them across the room. The alien then mounted the bed and knelt above Diego, so that her massive blue butt cheeks were above his head, along with her swollen, fat balls and rock hard, dripping cock.
"Lick, kiss and suck anything I put in your mouth, okay?" Her command was followed by another excited, coy giggle. Her hands landed on her rear and she pulled her cheeks apart showing her neat pucker and pussy, her fingers sinking into the soft buttcheeks like they were made of fresh bread dough.
Diego merely continued to vibrate in excitement as everything went black and she brought down her giant, bubbly blue ass straight onto his snout, her hot pucker landing right on his lips. She let her asscheeks go and they almost clapped around his face as they sprung back, locking him against her taint.
Gently, he pushed her weight down onto him, smothering him under a literal ton of bubbly, curvaceous alien buttslut. He couldn't help himself as a satisfied groan rumbled through his throat as he licked, kissed and sucked on her ass. There was no part of her that wasn't intensely tasteful to the tongue and nose and his erection only throbbed more and more painfully as he clamped his hands around her giant buttcheeks and ate her pucker for everything it was worth.
Lick after lick, kiss after kiss, he indulged in her booty with wild abandon, gasping for air when she occasionally rose off him before sinking her doughy, plump ass straight back onto his willing face. The occasional sensation of warm milk splashed against his legs as the Controller did as she promised. The longer this took, the less milk would be left over for him at the end…
The Controller hummed with glee, rubbing her ass against his face in sheer delight as the male practically snogged her tailhole. The feeling of his face being rammed between her cheeks driving her insane with lust, she needed more. She needed him inside her. Her eyes landed on the throbbing rod under her, which she'd purposely left unloved for now. As much as it pained her to leave his thick lovemeat untended, she had a plan for him…
Another pinch of her teat left his cock and balls speckled with her milk and the two of them hummed in delight together at both the sensation and the sheer unbridled ludeness of it.
She continued to smother him relentlessly with her ass, each lap of his tongue sending pleasurable shivers up and down her spine. The warmth of his burning cheeks against hers was nothing short of maddening as she squeezed out another burst of milk from her left breast. Despite how much she'd aching squeezed out, there was plenty left in the tank… In a burst of lust maddened action, she reached behind herself and squeezed her asscheeks around his head, a dribble of excited pre-cum leaking from the lizard's cock as he felt himself practically melting from arousal.
He kept him pinned for longer this time, wiggling her hips from side to side as she continued to squeeze his entire head within her butt and smother his face. Despite the male's lungs calling for air, all he could do was lick, lap and kiss his alien lover's hot ass for everything he was worth. Her asshole continued to grind against his nose and tongue until finally, after what was the hottest suffocation of his life, Plasia lifted her ass off of him and he gasped desperately. Half for air, half for more of her ass. He panted furiously on the bed, his lower half coated in splashes of sweetness, his upper half soaked in sweat.
"Y-You okay there?" She asked as the lizard panted.
He merely raised his hand and gave her a thumbs up.
"Good… because we're not finished… Up up." She giggled, nudging him towards the edge of the bed.
Despite his aching chest and exhaustion, he stood more than eagerly, his mouth watering for more.
The alien laid on her side on the bed, bringing her plump, endless ass to the edge of the bed and pulling one of cheeks up again to show her well loved taint and pussy. A trickle of glittering juice ran from her pussy, flowing gently over her thigh, whilst her asshole was wet with the lizard's love already.
"You're going to be a good stud and breed my ass." She battered her gorgeous eyes at him, a new found confidence seemingly flowing through her, but suddenly her eyes sharpened with a bite of her lip. "But you're not allowed to cum. Not yet."
He quickly got into position, lining the throbbing gland of his sable cock with her wet, winking pucker, the sheer warmth of it already pulling him in deeper before he'd even touched it.
"If you do well and make me happy, I'll reward you for being my handsome little stud. But if you cum too early… I'll have to punish you under my ass…"
Diego couldn't help but think that the punishment sounded more like a reward as there was half a ton of sublime ass to choke the day's pain away, but the mystery of the reward was too enticing. And so he nodded in acknowledgement, his mind focusing on the task ahead.
Pumping Plasia's perfect fat ass until she was happy.
On second thought… The task was the reward in itself.
A low moan escaped Diego's mouth as he pushed his thick cock inside her, already slick from the love he'd given it. And just like that, her ass practically ate him up, pulling him deeper inside it. Its warmth and tightness squeezed every inch of Diego's meat, like it was whispering to his balls to give up his seed.
He began to pull out and felt significant resistance, she clenched around him and tried to pull him deeper again. But he pulled back to the tip and hovered it there, watching mesmerised as her muscles puckered and urged him back in, like it was sucking on him…
Glancing up, he saw Plasia's love struck face, her eyes melting for him, begging for him to push it back in. She was gently sucking on a couple of her fingers as she waited, her thighs and legs quivering as his cock teased her entrance.
He placed his hands onto her hips and thigh, bracing for stability before pushing his dick straight back into her tender, loving taint.
The response was a hair-raising sigh of pleasure for the girl, before moaning into her claws as the male got to work, his hips meeting her cheeks with a delightfully cushioned palp. His pace began, slow and deliberate. His focus was on not cumming. And that wasn't easy. Between her puppy-dog, love struck eyes, her pornstar moans, and her succulent ass that was fat, plump and heavy on the outside, but warm, wet and deliciously tight within. But the lizard found an inhuman focus to do his lover's bidding, and somehow kept the seed within him locked away in his balls, despite it yearning for the alien's body.
His pace began to pick up and settled in a firm, rhythmic slapping against Plasia's butt. It took everything Diego had to keep himself from spilling. He railed her with a single minded focus, and despite the overwhelming pleasure flowing through him, his full balls remained as such…
But such was his focus, that he was almost blind to Plasia's pleasure… As the lizard worked, the alien shuddered and came, repeatedly.
She curved her body, pushing her ass towards him as her stomach quivered, her thighs tensed and squeezed, her toes flexed and wiggled as cum dribbled freely from the tip of her engorged cock. The feeling of his strong hands holding onto her hips and legs, his thick cock pumping in and out of her love-laden ass, ploughing her as commanded. She could feel every movement, every loving plunge, every wet slap his sweaty body echoed against her cheeks…
Suddenly, she felt him seize up and he quickly pulled his dick free, leaving her gasping for more. But her lovestruck mind wondered if he'd need to be punished or not…
"Y-You didn't cum, did you?"
The lizard swallowed loudly, panting for breath. But shook his head and quickly pressed himself back into her.
"Just needed a second…" He gasped breathlessly, stuffing his cock in as deep as he could. But instead of drawing it out in long thrusts, this time he kept it deep and bounced himself against her cheeks, rubbing their bodies together.
Plasia cried out in ecstasy once again, rubbing her head against the mattress as milk and cum oozed out of body in thick, sweet lashes. He was playing the game with her, and she was lapping up every moment of it.
They stayed like that, grinding against one another. Closer, deeper, faster… sweat and strain building on their glistening, hot bodies. Diego's muscularity only continued to show more and more as he worked to pump his lover's ass for everything he could. He had to block out everything, even numbing himself to the pleasure as his number one priority was playing the game… He wanted his reward, purely to play with Plasia and give her what she wanted.
Eventually, the sensations became so much he had to stop holding onto her. He grit his teeth, clenched his eyes shut and held his hands behind his back, balling them into fists as he continued to thrust forward, his cock and balls feeling like they were about to burst. Her sopping wet, warm butt was still more than eager to eat his length and it was becoming insurmountable. No matter how much he slapped against her ass, she just wanted more and more…
Suddenly his cock felt the unexpected rush of cold air from the room as Plasia pulled away from him. He gasped in surprise, stumbling forward slightly as his senses were greeted with something other than overwhelming pleasure for the first time in over an hour.
Plasia was laying on the milk and cum soaked bed, grinning like a cheshire cat as her fingers teased the one zipper still done up on the bra. There was milk seeping between the plastic teeth and she beckoned him forward with a single finger.
"Time for your reward, stud…" She grinned, holding her arms out towards him. Yet, there was an intense playfulness in her demeanour that belayed that all wasn't quite as it seemed… He sensed a delectable ambush lying on the bed.
The lizard climbed on top of her eagerly, slipping against her soaking wet body as the cum lovingly milked out of her began to thickly coat his scales. But just as he reached her neck, she cackled and flipped him over, pinning him to the bed.
"Reward time!" She laughed, placing her hands on his hips and lining his ass up her with slime soaked cock. "I'm gonna make you feel as good as you've made me feel, you gorgeous little hunk…"
With their hips lined up, she quickly tore the bra free, her massive tits spilling out and hanging above the lizard. And in one cum soaked, gloriously smooth motion, she pushed her cock straight into his ass and shoved her previously zipped up plump nipple straight into his mouth, forcing it deep into his maw.
His pleasure-soaked body made no attempts to resist the girthy, slicked up intruder and within seconds, she was curling her hips up against him and rutting wildly. Whatever pain might have struck from the sudden penetration was swept away in a tide of slime slicken sexual desire and thrumming, endless ecstasy that pulsed through his body and limbs.
Diego cried out in unbridled pleasure as the sensation was far, far too much to hold back. His mouth flooded with delicious, thick, warm milk with just the slightest suckle. The breast completely engulfed his head, smothering him once again and pinning him to the bed as toes and tail curled in deep, thundering pleasure. Her cock pressed and pressured his prostate as she stretched his ass out and the lizard finally let his restrained load out after what felt like hours of holding it in.
He moaned deeply into the nipple crammed into his mouth as his stomach tensed and he fired shot after shot of warm cum over Plasia's stomach and into her cleavage.
"Oh good boy… good boy… Let it out all and drink me in…" She grinned affectionately, batting her eyes as her body felt his heat in thick, white lashes.
As his body clenched repeatedly and dumped all its cum over Plasia, his fleeting glance of reality gave him a glimpse of his lover's own overwhelming pleasure. Plasia clapped her hips against his all too firmly, her balls smothering and smushing against his as her own load came perilously close to bear within him… But as he eagerly awaited her seed, the fat nipple in his maw was also a source of endless warmth, as he hugged both arms around the single breast and squeezed its gloriously soft mass close. The more he suckled on it, the more it gave. Pleasure only gave way to more pleasure as Diego both gave and took everything he could. He drank her endless sweetness down until it spilled from his lips and ran down his neck. Finally, a fresh spill of her seed squirted within him along with another hair-raising moan of deep, carnal pleasure from the fallen angel. She continued to thrust and press herself deep inside of him, pumping load after load of thick, gooey cum as deep as possible.
But this was no short burst, this was a prolonged orgasmic milking of Plasia's overdue sweetness… The more he sucked on her tits, the more they yielded until they needed no encouragement at all. It was like he was being forced full of milk. Endless, thick, sweet milk drowned his senses one loving gulp at a time. The more he came, the more he squeezed and clenched around her, which only gave way to more gooey blue cum, repeating the deliciously filling process to no end…
Being pumped full from both ends, Diego drank until there was no more give, no more room for anything else and finally, after being filled and pumped full of her for nothing short of an hour straight, Plasia pulled up off him with a love drunk hazy grin plastered on her pretty face.
Both their bodies were absolutely soaked in cum and milk, both shivering from the sheer pleasure endured over their session. Plasia looked down over her man, half in awe and half embarrassed as normality slowly crept back. His muscular abs were stretched out, completely filled with her loving produce. Milk dripped from his mouth, cum trickled down his tail… he panted on the bed with an empty, happy smile on his face, barely able to comprehend anything more than sweetness and pleasure…
"O-Oh dear… sorry, Diego! I… We better get you cleaned up! Are you okay…?"
Unable to summon a word from his milk-laden maw, he merely raised a single arm in response, and shot her a thumbs up.