Chapter 5 | Yueril

Chapter 5

Yueril

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I never saw the appeal of wetting my glands in any warm hole available across the galaxy, and I hadn't considered it a possibility while on a mission with my crew of the Galactic Authority of Trillume. That was something young spawns did before they realized the importance of restraint and the responsibility that came with being a predator species. Yet here I was with my cock glands straining against my scales, and my tail still itching to be squeezed by this treasure's delicious mating oasis.

Her taste was still on my tongue as I bathed her and treated her wounds. So warm. So inviting. Which, of course, she was. I cursed internally at my stupidity, Sulltid, fucking brain bleed. She was in pain; I rubbed my tincture oil all over her. She was relaxed, and all her pain receptors were blocked so I could help her, and instead, I fucked her with my tail.

Like that was any better than slipping my cock from my scales and wetting my glands with her pleasure. If Belder knew what I'd done, she'd probably challenge me to a duel to knock some common decency into my skull. This place may have been similar to the Blue District of Trillume with its offered companions, but this treasure was not one of them.

She glowed like a star, and the heat from her jeweled skin sunk deep into my scales, making me slow each touch as I stroked the dirt from her pale green hair. I took extra care to be gentle with my claws as I massaged the cleaning powder from her silky strands. I wasn't sure if she was similar to a trill in how to care for her jeweled skin, but I was sure to only dab small amounts of water with the cleaning powder, just in case. Dried out scales were uncomfortable, and using plant oils was not ideal to replace our tincture. Would her glowing jewels be the same?

I had licked her wound on her foot as a trill's tongue contained many antifungal and natural bacteria to promote healing. It is also used to clean our meat as we ate. It was the way our ancestors could eat even meat that would be considered spoiled by other species' standards or help detox the poisonous water dwixes .

I clenched my teeth tightly as I restrained my anger from reminding myself that someone had harmed this jewel and gauged out chunks of her skin like they had descaled my very flesh. I had a particularly rough molting as a spawn, and no amount of tincture could numb the pain of having one's scales plucked one by one.

Then whatever I was thinking vanished the moment I felt moisture on her chin. My claw scooped lightly up her cheek to collect the perspiration that had leaked from her eyes.

What was this, I thought, as her shoulders trembled in my lap? The light from her jewels flickered and dulled, which didn't instill any reassurance in me that she was recovering.

I said nothing, because every warrior I knew would not wish their pain to be acknowledged with words. Words were but awkward attempts at feeling useful in a situation that needed only acceptance. I've done what I could for her healing. There couldn't possibly be a spot I missed when tending to her. I did not leave a single part of her untouched. To my shame, I lingered more than I should have with every soft sigh of her breath.

I held my tongue tightly at the roof of my mouth that begged to have her tell me whose claws I would tear from their sheaths.

Then she spoke softer after a low whimper that broke my insides, shattering them with my lack of a target to destroy. "It was on a rock of tarnpul, overlooking the wading pool, just on the edge of the clan's main palace," she began.

I wasn't sure what she was trying to tell me, but I resumed letting the short strands of her hair play through my claws. Absently, I found myself snipping uneven chunks with my claws, as my own spawn maker would do with the sacred plant she cared for in my youth that spun soft silks from its branches.

"My mother told me not to go to the clan until I was ready to follow their customs. She showed me the way to that pond and spoke to me about how that was where lovers went when they were not sired to each other. She left me there to watch overhead as the couple that was there touched each other.

"It was the first time my mating loh ached, and I rocked myself against the smooth tarnpul I sat on. I guess I haven't learned much since that rising."

I listened as she spoke of pleasuring herself and I ached to be used as she used that rock, as she used my tail only a short time ago. Her head sat in my lap, and she turned, rubbing against my swollen scales that held back my cock to stare up at me with vibrant green eyes. She nibbled on her lip, and I felt the shift in her like she was about to retreat, but I held her face and nodded for her to continue with what she wished to share with me.

"I," she stopped and then took a deep breath and continued, "I went to that pond often, and that was the last place I remember before I was taken. Before I was given to Lord Zorn's ship, and during processing..."

I couldn't hold my words back anymore thinking about her in the captivity of slavers, "They took your jewels?" My muscles tensed like I could jump from this bed and kill them like they were in the room with us.

Her eyes were wide, and she shook her head before averting her gaze. "No, one of the slaves helped me leave saying the only thing that awaited me where I was going would be death if I didn't find a way back to my planet. No..." she paused with a whimper, "I removed them myself."

I gathered her up in my arms and we stayed there until her breath was shallow and came in smooth cycles.

Destroying an entire empire of outlaws would harm their slaves more than the low life that ruled them, I reasoned with myself. There would always be the blue market traders that lacked moral navigation in their bones. Striking one down would only ensure another grew in its place.

My brain spun up like an engine firing through the endless space of the galaxy until I realized the answer was already in my grasp. By this time, my treasure was fading into her mind, and I stared down at her with resolve.

"Never again," I promised. She would never again feel the need to trade herself for survival. The pieces were already in motion, with no one willing to claim responsibility when the stars begin to break.