Chapter 4.

The last traces of a dream faded and Syl slowly became aware of the smooth fabric beneath him. Slippery and cool against his hot skin. His mouth felt tacky and dry and he swallowed to moisten it.

"He's awake." A muffled voice said.

"Thank you, my dear." Dual-toned voices spoke cooly and Syl stirred. Pain throbbed between his legs and his eyes opened.

He wasn't in his suite or in his room back at the estate. The walls were emerald green with indigo patterns and the floor was solid black with a bluish tint.

Amber globes of light shone from a soaring ceiling, much higher than what Syl was used to, and the Talaya was moving towards him.

The alien had replaced his armor with a sheer lavender robe with blue-green trim. His willowy frame was even slimmer without the bulk of the plates, almost delicate, but far from small.

"Good-evening." Elvyre placed a steaming bowl and a cup on an indigo nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.

Syl's eyes went wide in alarm. He remembered the office meeting, the Talaya's words, and understood with cold startling clarity. He'd been abducted.

He jerked up and scrambled towards the edge of the bed. Pain blazed between his legs and the sheet slid from his bare skin. He was naked.

Large hands gripped his waist and dragged him backwards. He scrabbled at the slippery covers and a panicked cry escaped his throat. He twisted, striking out blindly, and felt his fist connect with flesh. 

The alien's furious shout crashed through Syl's head like a wave. He covered his ears and cringed back. Squeezing his eyes shut and making himself as small as possible. The roar faded, but his ears were still ringing.

In the next instant his wrists were shackled in the Talaya's hand and his back was crushed against a hard chest. Elvyre cupped his groin, long fingers squeezing his flaccid cock and balls.

Syl froze and his breath caught.

"If you strike me again, I'll have you castrated." The Talaya breathed icily.

The terror was sharp and immediate and Syl's chest heaved. Castrated. Like an...animal.

"Am I understood?"

He nodded so rapidly, the back of his head bumped against the alien's torso. After a gut-wrenching pause, the hand on his crotch slowly lifted.

A soft grey shape was curled up on the foot of the bed, watching them with large violet eyes. Reja.

Help me! Syl wanted to shout, but what could the little alien possibly do? And would he even want to? Syl was here because of him.

"Let's try again." The Talaya said, voices buzzing like wasps, and then a black spoon was pressing against Syl's lips. "Open."

He opened his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of hot soup. It was salty and thick, but Syl was too frightened to really taste it. The spoon pulled slowly from his lips, taking care not to scrape against his teeth.

His legs and feet trembled with the urge to run and his pulse was thudding so fast, he could feel it in his throat. But he forced himself to keep eating - gulping convulsively - until the chest against his back lifted and fell in a weary sigh.

The Talaya dropped the spoon back into the bowl on the nightstand and opened a drawer. He lifted a silver device and held it to Syl's throat.

It released a single cold pulse and the tense chords in his neck went soft as water. His head drooped and his mouth opened slightly.

"You were so polite before. I thought I wouldn't need it." Elvyre's voices were gentler now, but still carried a buzz of annoyance.

The grip on his wrists loosened and the alien massaged the tender bones. Pins and needles flooded into his fingers and Syl sighed, flexing them lightly. A palm folded around his groin. But it didn't feel threatening this time, just pleasantly warm.

Syl let his head fall back against the Talaya's chest and turned his cheek to feel soft skin. It smelled like violets and petrichor and he heard the slow thump of a heartbeat.

"There's my sweet boy."

Lips feathered over his brow and the comforting hand left his crotch to splay across his belly.

The spoon returned to his mouth. The flavors were very good. Like chicken and lemongrass, but not quite. The color was pink too.

A piece of warm bread came next with a spread that tasted like peppery dates. A large thumb brushed a crumb from the edge of his lip. "That's much better."

When he'd finished the bread the Talaya brought a cup of minty tea to his mouth. "How is your backside? Reja was so eager to greet you, he got carried away. I was very disappointed in him."

The Foll produced a small hiss from the foot of the bed. The cup returned to the nightstand and Syl frowned, focusing on the ache between his thighs.

"It's...sore." He mumbled.

"Poor little thing." Another kiss pressed to the top of his head and Syl watched blearily as the Talaya opened a drawer, elegant fingers drawing out a silver tube.

He released Syl to squeeze a dollop onto his fingertip and reached between the human's legs to press gently against his sphincter. "Push out against me."

Syl tried to, using the muscles he had down there, and the finger slid into him. It burned a little. "Good boy."

The voices were so pleased, so full of genuine warmth, that Syl smiled slightly. He liked to please. He'd striven for compliments growing up; hoping that if he was perfect, his parents might want to see him more often.

The burn cooled and the finger was moving slowly inside him, rubbing a spot that made his skin tingle and his toes curl. "Very good."

Syl's cock was twitching, just as much from the praise as from the stimulation against his prostate, and he closed his eyes, undulating his hips slightly.

Careful fingers circled his cock and he gasped, pushing into them. The strokes inside and out were making him shivery and hot - and he loved the body against him. The solidity and the warmth.

A mouth pressed against his temple, wet tongue tasting the dampness there, and Syl moaned. His foreskin was gliding over the tip of his cock and his balls ached.

"Beautiful." Soft kisses moved down his cheek and teeth grazed his jaw. Just lightly.

Syl came with a groan, feeling slickness pulse from his shaft in languid spurts. The fingertips kept fondling gently and the sensitivity soon made him whimper.

The lips against his jaw curved and the hands left him, finger sliding out smoothly. "My dear, you may approach him now. But no messes this time."

There was a swift rustle across the sheets and then Syl felt a ticklish brush of fur on his thighs and a hot tongue.

He jerked and looked down. Reja was lapping the spill from his skin. Round little ears flat and tail low against the covers. When he'd collected the last drop, he looked up innocently, pupils so large there was barely any violet left.

"Well? Was there something you wanted to say?" There was a touch of tinkling laughter in the Talaya's voices.

"I'm sorry." Reja said quickly and lifted onto his curved hind legs to place his small hands on Syl's shoulders. "I'm very sorry."

The Foll leaned in and pressed his flat nose lightly against the tip of Syl's. His breath was warm against the human's mouth and his eyes were so close they blurred into violet darkness. Syl closed his own, instead of trying to focus.

"Do you accept his apology?" Elvyre murmured, lips brushing Syl's ear.

"Yes." The word had barely left Syl's mouth before he was engulfed in silky warmth. Reja's arms and legs folded around him and a rough tongue laved over his neck and jaw.

Chiming laughter sounded and then the Talaya was lowering them to the bed.

"Lovely. I have to prepare for our visitors now. Watch over him, my dear." The Talaya leaned down, tucking his white fall of hair behind a pale blue ear.

Reja lifted his head and received a soft kiss on his mouth. Elvyre stroked the Foll's head fondly and arched a sharp brow. "Properly this time."

"Yes. Yes, I will." Reja purred and pulled Syl firmer against him.

The Talaya straightened and walked across the room to slip through a doorway hidden behind a curtain of navy and amber fabric.

Syl's head was full of hazy warmth and he looked around sleepily, moving just his eyes because Reja's firm shoulder felt good against his cheek. He admired the crystal artworks on the walls and the glittering trinkets on the gilded shelves.

"I'm so glad you're here." Reja's voice was muffled in Syl's hair and his chest was rumbling.

"Me too." Syl murmured, meaning it with the drugs pumping through his veins.

Another Talaya swept aside the curtain. This one was taller than the first, shoulders broader, and his long white hair was intricately braided and threaded with a black chord.

"Blazing stars!" He pulled at the high collar on his shirt and undid the ties. "Why is it so warm in here?"

Reja lifted his head with an eager mewl. "Syl likes it warm."

"Syl? Is that what he named him?" The Talaya clicked his tongue and made a face, blue lips pulling back in a brief grimace to reveal white teeth.

He tossed his shirt over a chair and approached them. His pale blue chest was smooth, muscles lean in his tall frame. His face was sharper than Elvyre's, eyes long and narrow, and his thin brows arched up in peaks. He scratched Reja's ear and presented two careful fingers to Syl.

"He's calm." Reja sniffed Syl's ear and licked his lobe.

The Talaya's red eyes flicked to the nightstand and the silver tools. "I see. Not tame then."

His attention returned to Syl and he trailed his fingers across the human's cheek, white nails scratching lightly behind his ear.

It felt strange to be scratched, but this was more physical contact than Syl had felt in years and he was starved for it. His eyes closed happily.

"Charming." But the Talaya's voices were distracted and he stood swiftly to discard the rest of his clothes.

His body was smooth all over and dark vertical lines traced his prominent ribs. A shimmer of scales reflected on the sweep of his back, and on the swell of his buttocks, and the bones in his spine stood out like small blades. He dressed in a sheer red robe and lifted the heavy tail off his long neck with a huff.

Some time later, Syl was carried to a lounge and lay drowsily in a huge chair with Reja curled around him. The air was cold enough to make his skin prickle with goosebumps, but Elvyre draped a soft green blanket over them and Reja's body was wonderfully warm.

Large windows showcased a glitter of stars and the vibrant pink and purple fog of interstellar dust.

The Talaya dined around a table, drinking from blue and ebony cups and eating fragrant dishes Syl had never seen before. And he'd been to more exotic restaurants than he could count.

The aliens voices flowed through the room like a lulling song, dipping and lifting gently. Sometimes they offered the boys tidbits with their fingers. Syl wasn't hungry, but he accepted some anyway, enjoying the strange flavors and textures on his tongue.

On the female's lap was a boy. His skin was pale as pearl and a thick cloak of black hair fell to his thighs. He had a pointy little nose and a perfectly round jaw. His legs seemed disproportionately long, to Syl's human eyes, and his thin torso and hips were coated in silver and black feathers.

He glanced towards Syl and Reja, just once - eyes a startling pale yellow - and even in Syl's drug addled state, he noticed the haughty tilt to the boy's chin and the disdainful curve to his lip.

Reja seemed oblivious. Fuzzy body still thrumming against Syl's chest and nose snuffling through his hair.

He seemed to enjoy Syl's smell and the human turned his head curiously to press his cold nose into the grey fluff on Reja's neck. The alien smelled like clean fur and sun-warmed stone. It was nice.