One of the kids barked a laugh and lunged forward. Syl flinched back and another child shoved him, sending him skidding over the floor and colliding hard with a chair. Pain tore up his side and Syl gasped, hunching in on himself. Reja yowled and the door opened.

Cynen stood in the entry, looking astonished for an instant, before his white brows snapped into a frown.

"Achr-ii!" His voices thundered and his red eyes blazed. "Sej-ach met vor!"

The children's eyes went large with dread and they all ran for the door, tripping over each other trying to reach it first.

Cynen caught one of them by the arm, a boy, and spoke another harsh alien word, voices so strong, Syl had to cover his ears. The child babbled out a stream of unintelligible words, grey-white tears running over his ivory cheeks. The Talaya marched him outside.

Syl pushed himself up weakly and sat on the floor, wincing against a throb of agony in his ribs. He hadn't heard Reja approach and he started when the Foll hugged him gently, purring and licking his cheeks and mouth.

Syl gripped Reja's shoulders tight and buried his face in the fluff on the boy's neck. He was so shaken, it took him a moment to remember Metyn.

He lifted his head quickly and looked at the Dreen. The pink boy was curled against the wall, tail wrapped around his knees, staring vacantly at the floor.

Cynen returned, took one look at the pets and groaned. He touched his earpiece and contacted Elvyre.

....

"I knew this would happen." Cynen's voices swarmed through the room.

The lights had dimmed and gold stars twinkled above them in a dark pink fog. There was a sound of running water somewhere, the perfect peaceful white noise.

"You knew that a flock of Bejí infants would break into our room?" Elvyre breezed with gentle humor.

"I had booked a table for us, I was going to take you to see the light dancers."

"They're performing again tomorrow-"

Syl was only half-listening with closed eyes, feeling drowsy from the painkillers Elvyre had administered for his ribs.

This drug wasn't as strong as the one he usually got. He was still present and he could string together a coherent thought. Not as quickly as usual, but Syl didn't mind. The pain was gone and his body felt warm and comfortable beneath the covers.

His cheek rested on Metyn's shoulder and his fingers trailed through the fur on the Dreen's belly, drawing lazy circles. Reja was a soft warmth against his back, breaths puffing gently against his neck.

The familiar routine was soothing, even with Cynen's angry buzzing.

"I agreed to them for your sake. But we need a carer and a bigger cabin. At least a second bedroom. I'm tired of having to share you!"

There was a moment of silence, as Cynen's voices echoed and faded.

"I can agree to that." Elvyre murmured. Cynen's breaths expelled, sounding relieved.

"At least our stay is complimentary now." Cynen's voices were marginally softer.

"Dinner tomorrow is too." Elvyre added and Syl heard a brush of skin, followed by a slick kiss. Elvyre hummed, a soft bell-like sound.

Metyn shifted back from the Talaya and his rump settled against Syl's groin.

"Mm..." Syl let his shaft glide over a firm buttock coated in feathery pink fur.

Usually, he had sex with Reja in the evenings, but the Foll had been so distressed tonight, Elvyre had sedated him into oblivion.

What would it feel like to top for once, Syl wondered. To sink his cock into warm flesh? He was already half-hard imagining it.

He didn't notice that Myten's body had stiffened, until his wrist was caught in a bruising grip.

The shoulder beneath his cheek jerked, forcing him to lift his head, and then he was staring into furious turquoise eyes, slit pupils like chips of ice. Awareness returned in a cold rush and Syl cast a frantic look at the Talaya.

They were locked in an embrace, hips rolling slowly. Cynen would be furious if Syl disturbed them now.

The Human dropped his eyes and turned clumsily, wondering how fast he could run with the drug adling his head.

He'd barely lifted up on one elbow, when teeth clenched onto the back of his neck and his cheek was crushed into a pillow.

Metyn leaned hard against Syl's spine and trapped his wrists on either side of his head. Syl's heart thudded and he sobbed out a breath.

"Look, Cynen." Elvyre hissed urgently.

"Has your Dreen grown immune to the sedative?" Cynen's voices had gentled to a warm buzz.

"Our Dreen. And I only gave him a relaxant, he didn't fight me at all and his liver is starting to suffer." Elvyre replied. "Very good Metyn!"

Metyn growled against Syl's nape, breath hot and sharp teeth stinging his skin. Syl made an incoherent noise of fright and trembled.

"You're encouraging this?" Cynen clicked his tongue, but his voices didn't sound particularly concerned.

"Yes! He's finally asserting himself. I was beginning to fear it would never happen. Dreen's also discipline their young by gripping their napes. Didn't you read the script I sent you?"

Syl stopped listening when a cock, hard and warm, wormed between his buttocks, confusing him.

He was used to Reja rubbing against him like this. He'd felt it nearly every night since he left Earth. He'd struggled at first, when his head had been clear, but his reaction now was almost instinctive. He relaxed, eyes closing, and parted his legs.

The Dreen made a strange sound, a bit higher pitched than a growl and he humped Syl's backside, shaft grinding against him, but not entering.

"Here, my dear. Let me help you." Elvyre breathed.

Syl felt the Talaya's long fingers between them, guiding the Dreen's tip against the Human's spinctre and nudging it inside.

Syl's mouth fell open and he inhaled sharply. Metyn's shaft felt long, slim and silken. So different to Reja. It pushed deep and touched areas he hadn't felt before.

"Ah." Pleasant chills coursed down Syl's spine and he arched the small of his back, pushing back with his hips to make the entry smoother.

Metyn's teeth tightened on the Human's nape and he began to thrust, movements harsh and uncoordinated. If Syl had been able to feel pain, it would probably have hurt.

The boy's thin body shook where it pressed against Syl's, but it still felt wonderful to be fucked so deeply, where normally only Elvyre's fingers could reach.

Syl's body flushed hot and his fingers clutched handfuls of the bedspread. He didn't try to meet each unpredictable jab, he just braced his knees against the covers and took the pounding, breaths fast and damp against the pillow.

His cock was forming a sticky patch beneath him and he could just feel his orgasm rising, when Metyn slowed and grunted, mouth hot and wet against Syl's nape. The Dreen's hips gave two hard, measured thrusts, before stilling entirely and then ripping out.

Syl's wrists were freed and he groaned in confusion. Flexing his tingling fingers as blood rushed back into his hands. Wetness trickled over his scrotum and he peered blearily over his shoulder, unable to spot Metyn past the tall edge of the bed.

"A little abrupt." Cynen commented.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he's never done that before. He was trapped on that ship for most of his life. Here, sweet thing." Syl felt Elvyre's hands lift him and then he was resting on the Talaya's chest. Fingers warmed his cock, making him moan.

Somewhere in the room, the Dreen growled.

"Shouldn't he learn some manners? Metyn!" Cynen called, voices booming.

Elvyre shushed him firmly.

"He didn't want Sylvester to finish. It's a part of his lesson." While Elvyre's honeyed voices caressed Syl's ear, a hand squeezed his cock gently, before settling into a regular stroke.

Faster. Tighter.

Syl rocked his hips, breath hitching when a thumb circled his tip, toying with the wetness there.

"Aren't you interfering in the natural order of things?" Cynen sounded curious.

"I don't care. I won't have him suffering all night." With a final aching tug, Syl came, warm drops drizzling over his abdomen, before a cloth wiped them away.

His heart rate slowed and he sighed in contentment, turning in the Talaya's arms to rest more comfortably. He nuzzled his cheek against a powder blue chest, kissing a nipple when it grazed his mouth.

"Precious boy." Elvyre whispered, voices sounding so pleased, Syl felt warm all over. Lips whispered across his brow and lingered.

Metyn's growls changed to small disgruntled rumbles.

"Are you asserting yourself now?" Cynen huffed with amusement.

The lips against Syl's brow curved in a smile. "Always."