Demon watched the guard walk into the hallway. He half heartedly pulled at the chains on his arms and legs. The loops held tight, as he expected. His time with Mila had actually calmed him. The smell and tastes had changed slightly when she screamed. He wasn't sure if it was the smell or the taste that had calmed him.
Mila passed Thomas in the hall and entered her study. She placed a notebook and pencil on a table out of Demon's reach. She smiled at him then walked to where the chains were controlled. She shortened them so Demon was stretched until he could barely move. "The walls are thicker in here in deference to the tent in the courtyard." She went back to the notebook and wrote the date and time. "First, we'll study anatomy."
Demon twitched.
Mila undid the ties that kept the skirt on his body. The brown cloth dropped to the floor. She was surprised how well the skirt had hidden his excitement. It was like any man's penis, a well endowed man, except for the lack of hair around it and the fact it was green with blue stripes. As distracting as that was Mila noticed there was something in leather tied to and wrapped around his left thigh. It moved slightly. "What's this?" She began to untie it.
Demon flinched and unsuccessfully tried to back away from her hands. He kept his mind on his breathing, keeping it slow. He closed his eyes tightly as she touched the inside of his thigh.
Once untied the leather snake left his thigh, draping down until the tip reached the floor. Mila walled around him and tilted her head to one side. "You have a tail." She tilted her head to the other side. "I didn't read about that anywhere."
"We didn't want to make anyone jealous." It was pure will that abled him to speak. He went back to regulating his breathing.
Mila grinned. She was becoming very glad he hadn't been a slave for long. As she began to untie the leather harness Demon had trouble continuing his breathing exercise. Once is was undone Mila peeled it from his back and tail, then dropped it on the floor. She surveyed the newly exposed flesh. The spikes on his back where blue like the ones on his head. Around the middle of his back the spikes became smaller and duller until they were nothing more then blue bumps down the last half of his tail. Mila walked to the table and wrote a quick note. She looked up at him and met his eyes. He had the same lust filled stare as before. "You're very handsome."
Demon bit his lip. The wonderful wet smell filled his nostrils again. "Thank you."
"What do you think of me?"
"You're strangely not ugly for a human." His voice was strained but clear.
Mila giggled. "I've read the Talmin causes a great deal of tension in a male's body to the point of being painful. Do you have pain? Where is it located?"
Demon avoided her eyes.
"Where is your pain?"
He swayed a little on the chains then murmured to the floor, "my head, stomach, and and. . . ."
Mila took more notes and walked towards him again. "Do your body parts make you uncomfortable?"
"Talking about them does." Demon grunted and tried to examine the restraints.
"Well, I don't know what you call certain body parts so I'll have to guess." She circled his hard penis gently in her hand.
Demon groaned and jerked towards her.
"Do you have pain here?" She smoothly moved her hand up and down as she asked.
Demon growled and nodded.
Mila squeezed a little and enjoyed the twitch of the burning flesh in her hand. "It's not so much pain, as it feels so good it becomes painful?"
He nodded again. It felt like every inch of his flesh was exploding and regenerating itself at the same time. As much as he wanted it to stop he'd rather be slowly crushed to death then have her not touch him.
"Anywhere else?"
Another nod.
"I think you're going to make a mess soon." Mila began to undo her dress. "And as skin is easier to clean then clothing." She made a neat pile of her clothing.
Demon's mouth gaped open. He had never seen a naked female of any species. Her figure was trim, not thin. She had ample breasts and firm legs, in between which there was a small patch of black hair. Its only purpose seemed to be to grab his attention.
Mila went behind him again. She placed her hand at the base of his tail. "Is there pain here?"
Demon convulsed at shook as Mila massaged the base of his tail, kneading it. He groaned as her hand began to move up an down. Her hands pressing and then pulling at one of the spikes.
"Am I close?" She slid her hand down, slightly squeezing and pulling as she did. She loved watching him jerk and arch at her touch. She knelt as she reached the end of his tail. She played with the tip, rolling it in her fingers. It tried to pull away but she had a firm grip.
Demon's breathing was now in loud grunts. He felt like he was going to explode. If Talmin didn't make him mad this human would.
She lifted his tail, still pinching the tip, and looked where a human's testicles would be. Instead there where was patch of swelling purple flesh, it looked almost like a thick bubble was emerging from him. Mila leaned in and gave the strange bulge a long deep suck.
"Aaaaah!" Demon let the chains hold him up. His eyes where squeezed shut.
Mila got up and studied the floor. "Interesting."
Demon, slightly less tense but only barly, willed his eyes open. "What's, what is that?" There was a large puddle of a thick bright red liquid on the floor.
"What color is your blood?"
"Black. Did that come out of me?" Demon looked horrified at the floor.
"They do keep you sheltered don't they? I think that would be your sperm."
Demon struggled back to his feet. "My what?"
The panic in his voice was cute. "It would be the male contribution to the creation of a child."
"Oh." He was a little embarrassed, he'd actually never thought about it. He also had only been in Talmin a few days. All he knew about such matters was the ritual he had to go through when he finally reached the home planet. His body still burned and the room was still filled with her damp sent.
Mila faced him and it was her turn to be confused. "You're still erect."
"What?"
"Your penis, um. . . ." She walked over at took him into her hand again. "This, it's still stiff."
He tried to move towards her. "It's been like that since Talmin started."
Mila wrote more notes, then looked him over. There was still some red liquid on his penis. It looked a bit like spilled strawberry syrup. Mila liked strawberries. She knelt, avoiding the puddles, and leisurely licked Demon clean.
Demon grunted and growled down at her. Humans were strange, but he was beginning not to care.
Mila tasted him carefully. It wasn't like strawberries. It was rather sweet, beyond that she couldn't really describe it. She stood up and saw she'd managed to remain clean. She replaced his harness and skirt then put her own clothes back on. "Guard!" Thomas appeared, perhaps a little too quickly. "Take him to a slave's quarters, and get someone to clean the room. I'll be turning in early." She didn't want to over use her slave the first day.
The guard detached Demon from the wall and lead him away. Demon resisted, his body and nose told him he wasn't finished, put the guard was very insistent.
Mila took a few more notes, shut the book and went to her chambers.
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PART 3
His study session with Mila had not been helpful, it'd made him worse. Demon paced in the small room clenching his arm, the pain distracted him a little. There was not a body part that didn't throb. He dug into his arm deeper. His memory of the day scraped pulses down his body. It was so warm. He looked about the room and removed his skirt. The pain was getting unbearable. He lost track of the hand not digging into his flesh. It roughly grabbed what Mila had called a penis. He didn't think he even had a word for it. The Roke were very private about, well, private things. He found himself squeezing it in a fast rhythm. That certainly wasn't helping. He forced his hand away and punched the wall. If he could just sleep a little. How was he going to get to sleep in this state? The human's scent, her hands, the taste of the wet cloth between her legs. Demon slammed his skull against the wall until he got very sleepy.
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