"Come here, Syl." Reja had turned his head to watch Syl, purple eyes blinking slowly. He didn't smile, his face wasn't made to move that way, but the expression in his eyes was warm and inviting.

Syl felt torn. He was growing attached and he didn't want to cause a rift between them and become isolated in this foreign place, where he was powerless. And maybe he was misjudging the situation. After all, Elvyre had saved the Dreen. Maybe this was what the boy needed.

He forced his worries away and climbed onto the Talaya's chest. Elvyre's long arm wound around him, pulling him against powder blue skin and the boy's pink spine.

The Dreen cringed away from him and hissed faintly. How could he still have the awareness to fight? He was either extremely strong willed or his alien body just wasn't as susceptible to the drugs, as Syl's was.

Regardless, Syl didn't want to force himself on anyone and he eased backwards.

"Don't." Elvyre commanded quietly and touched Syl's rump, pushing his pelvis firmly against the newcomers soft hindquarters. "Let him feel you."

"I-I don't think he likes it." Syl stammered, drawing his arms back and away from the boy.

"He needs to learn that touch is nothing to fear. Put your hands on him. Now." Elvyre's fingers pinched Syl's buttock savagely and pain ran up his spine, warming his eyes.

He hastily put his hands on the boy's arms and the Talaya's touch gentled, caressing the skin he'd just bruised. "Embrace him. Feel his pretty fur. It's not as long as Reja's, but just as soft."

Syl swallowed and moved his hands down the boy's spindly forearms. The fur was smooth and fine, coating skin like a layer of satin. The Dreen trembled and twisted, pushing weakly on Reja and Syl to allow the movement. Heavy lidded eyes connected with Syl's and his heart leapt in alarm.

The boy's eyes were massive, twice the size of a human's and disturbingly out of proportion to the rest of him. His pale turquoise scleras had slits of cyan blue running through the center - and even though he should have been barely lucid, his gaze seemed steady. Assessing.

Syl couldn't help the small sound of fear that escaped his throat. The Dreen's head lowered a fraction and he bared his teeth, flashing long white fangs. Syl blanched and strained as far back as he could, back pressing against the Talaya's arm.

Elvyre hummed thoughtfully and reached for his nightstand, lifting the silver tool again.

Syl's shoulders softened and he exhaled in relief, thinking the boy was going to be drugged into oblivion. He knew it wasn't a kind thought to have, but he didn't want those teeth anywhere near him.

He gasped when he felt an icy pulse on his own neck instead.

"Why-," He began to say and then a familiar coolness was circulating through his bloodstream, turning his muscles to liquid and clouding his head.

The room began twinkling and slipping out of focus. Sweet warmth replaced the chill in his veins and he was pushed against a thin, silky body. He hugged it to his chest, like a teddy bear, and sighed in contentment.

Softness pressed against his mouth and a rough tongue wriggled against his lips. Reja. Syl opened and swirled his tongue lazily over those strange little nubs.

He felt a warmth on his throat and then a faint pain. It didn't matter. The hands stroking his back, and sides, felt too good.

Reja released his mouth and growled, only to be shushed by his master. Their master.

Syl tilted his head back and smiled up at the Talaya. He was so grateful to finally have someone who took care of him. He was never alone anymore and he didn't have to worry or make any decisions. He just had to obey and everything would be fine.

Blood red eyes smiled down at him and then warm breaths were on his lips. A smoother tongue was in his mouth. It was larger too and he had to open his jaw wide to make room for it. There was an aching tug on his throat and Reja was shouting. Voice echoing.

Syl was lost in a blissful fog after that. He only had faint impressions. Of hands touching all over his body, of a pressure inside of him, a slow rolling rhythm and long breathless kisses.

.....

He woke to hot, nauseating pain. His ass burned and his breaths felt constricted. His tongue felt tacky and dryer than sand. He coughed and lifted a hand to his throat, feeling a tight wrap of bandages.

Elvyre was there in an instant, cradling Syl against his chest and touching a glass to his lips. The juice was sweet and fresh, running cool down his gullet and soothing his roiling stomach.

Elvyre placed the empty glass back on the nightstand and Syl rested his heavy head against the alien's collarbone. A hand parted his legs and a cool, slicked finger swirled around his sore frenulum.

"Push out, sweet thing." Elvyre breathed in his ear and Syl pushed, shivering when the alien's finger popped past his ring and slid inside. It wasn't long before the burning sensation faded and his cock began lifting.

Elvyre lowered him to the soft bed and Syl relaxed into the sheets, squinting through his lashes to see the Talaya bend over his hips and take Syl's cock between his blue lips.

Syl gasped, half in pleasure, half in shock. His cock jumped in the Talaya's mouth and he moaned when a warm tongue ran over him.

The finger in his ass massaged a tingling bundle of nerves and that tongue lapped at him, until Syl's skin was damp and his thighs trembled.

He'd never experienced anything like this before, a little slice of heaven, and he was reaching the edge quickly.

Elvyre's lips tightened and he sucked. Syl's breath gushed out and his nails bit into his palms. His hips began stirring and his breaths came faster.

When he came, his whole body tensed, and fireworks lit up behind his eyes. His voice shuddered out in a hoarse cry.

Elvyre swallowed languidly and teased Syl's slit with his pale blue tongue, until his glistening cock softened. Then the fingers inside him pulled out slowly.

Syl couldn't even remember when the alien had added a second finger. He felt strangely empty afterwards and his hole twitched.

The Talaya then leaned over him, forearms trapping him on either side, and kissed him.

The bitter taste of himself was another shock, but Syl melted into the kiss. His legs parted around Elvyre's hips, stretching wide to accommodate the alien's larger size. His thigh muscles burned, but he didn't care. He loved the contact.

"How good you've become." Elvyre whispered against his lips. "Such a lovely boy."

Syl's spent cock tingled at the praise and he squeezed the alien's shoulders. He wanted to please. He would be so good. As long as Elvyre kept touching and complimenting him.

Elvyre brushed a lock of blonde hair away from Syl's cheek and the gesture felt tender. The Talaya smiled and turned his head. "Do you see how nice I can be? If you would just behave?"

Syl followed the alien's gaze and his blood froze. The pink furred boy was curled up in the farthest corner of his cage, watching them through slitted eyes.