hal7283 Posted July 19, 2018 Share Posted July 19, 2018 Original Form Humanoid Form Name: Darihel Species: Spectral Drake/ Drakken Humanoid Length(Original form): 30 meters Height(Humanoid form): 185 cm Likes: sun bathing, travelling, collecting artifacts, observing other civilizations. Dislikes: Lightless void, black holes, space leeches. Description: Spectral Drake, or Space Dragon as it was more widely called by many, has long been considered but a myth, a legend, stories made up by spaceship crews during their long travels. Many seen them as a bad omen, as they were said to lurk around space after major battles and accidents. Until more and more more sightings were made as space travel became more common. Many speculated their origin, with one of the most supported view claiming them to be experimental living spaceships built with advanced bioengineering. In truth, they are a race of ancient creatures born in the harsh vacuum of space long before any lesser beings developed technologies to break free of the shackles of gravity. Solitary, nearly immortal, and impervious to most forms of harm, they quietly travelled across the universe. Most were indifferent to such frail and insignificant beings hiding in their metallic vessels, but Darihel was different. Being relatively young, he was more rash and energetic than his more stoic, sage like elders who would scold him for his "immature behavior". He was fascinated by their ability to create fantastic and complex creations, and had actually hoarded a wide collection of trinkets he retrieved when he stumble upon the ruins of their broken down vessels. Darihel was also impressed their ability to form such tight societies unlike his own kind, and perhaps, even craved to have such companies. Recently he was especially interested in a race called “humans”, who unlike most other people, seemed to have not only multiplied greatly, but also incorporated many other species into their society. Particularly he was intrigued by the images of what would be considered as a “handsome” specimen which seemed to be shown everywhere in human space. He’d often wondered what would it be like to actually communicate with that individual. Space can be an unforgiving place, as most species wouldn’t be able to survive in the harsh vacuum, let alone to bear the chilling cold, or the constant bombardment of radiation. But some creatures not only can survive, but actually thrive in such harsh conditions, and one of such creatures was resting on the orbit of a gas giant. At first glance the creature looked like a massive egg or sphere, constantly radiating soft, colorful light, but upon closer inspection one would realize that it was something long and serpent-like curled into a ball, and covered itself with its massive wings. That creature was none other than Darihel, a young Spectral Drake, at least by the standard of his own kind. While most of the other Spectral Drakes were content to just wander the galaxy aimlessly, Darihel found great interests in observing what his elders call “lesser beings”, watching them gather in massive hives filled with shining lights, board metallic vessels which allowed them to traverse the stars, and often blow each other up with lights or small explosive capsules fired from said vessels. While he could never understand why such fragile creatures would go to such length killing each other, especially since most of them didn’t even eat the defeated, he could always find interesting trinkets of their creation after major scenes of destruction. While he did feel a little bad for just taking people's stuff, but his fascination outweighed any guilt in his mind. After a while however he started to notice that ships began to actively avoid him, even when he was just quietly observing from afar. Realizing that the “lesser beings” must have thought of him as some sort of scavenger or predator of ship wreckage and wanted to destroy their ships for parts. So Darihel began to adjust his behavior a bit. For instance, he’d just added an almost completely intact ships belonging to the “humans” to his collection after its life support system failed and all the crew boarded the life pods. But before he did so, he took the time to collect all the life pods and then transport them to the nearest human ship. By helping survivors he not only solved his "guilt" problem, but also should gradually change those being's perception of him. He then spent quite a long time (a standard galactic week to be exact) playing with his new toy, turning its turrets here and there, peaking through the windows, poke his head through the cargo bay door, and so on. Eventually the novelty wore off, so he went to one of his favorite hideouts to take a nap. Suddenly Darihel felt a spacial disturbance, which given how it felt was most likely the result of a ship’s reactor exploding. Quickly he spread his wings, stretched out his body and flew towards the source. With any luck there could still be survivors floating around who he could save, Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 20, 2018 Share Posted July 20, 2018 Original form Human form Name: Chernyelo Species: Unknown - Referred to as 'The Golden King' or Space Witch Likes: Traveling, collecting oddities and rare things, good deals (making and finding them) Dislikes: Incompetence, monotony Description: Chernyelo lives in a very remote and old part of the universe making it a bit of a challenge for those who wish to seek him for his services. Called both the Golden King due to his outfit of golden cloth, crown, and occasionally wings; he is also called the Space Witch due to his magical abilities in performing spells and granting wishes. He is considered to be a well-known story, but one that is talked about in hushed tones along with some fear and reverence mixed in. While most may not believe in him, there have been many stories told both in warning and promotion of seeking the Golden King's help to where some still attempt the venture to find the reclusive witch. The difficulty in finding his home is also in part due to his tendency to travel, though he does this in disguise. However, for those that seek to have their wishes granted they will wait until his return if they arrive while he is away. Some find space to be cold, harsh, and unwelcoming. Some even find it terrifying. To him, however, it is peaceful and interesting. Sometimes it is fun merely to explore, other times to just watch as the universe grows and moves forward, but the most fun comes when he decides to engage with the universe in more ways than just a service provider. A service provider. Ha! That's generous considering how few I provide a service to these days. He muses to himself while reading a book as the space ship he's on makes it way to his next destination. Having run low on a few items, as well as deciding to engage in the recent goings on, Chernyelo went to a few political meetings and explored those exclusive markets to the rich and powerful. Mostly he's been curious about this specter that rumors have been going on about recently. Pressing the screen to go go to the next page, he idly wonders if he should try to explore the deeper and older parts of space. Not that there's really the technology to take a ship and crew that way. With a sigh he sets the tablet to the side to answer his door. Passing a reflective surface shows a tall raven-haired male with aristocratic features, though with a predatory hint to them. Opening the door reveals one of the ship's crew members. "The captain has requested your presence for dinner Your Highness." The shipmate relays while bowing. Inwardly he sighs while working to hide his annoyance at the fawning and persistent attempts of the Captain to gain his favor. " I see. Tell the captain.." As he starts to send his reply, the ship shudders violently nearly causing them both to fall to the floor. Emergency alarms go off causing the other male to go pale. "Your Highness, please follow me to the escape pods." They manage to make it to the bay area with the escape pods despite the increasing frequency and violence of the ship's shaking due to whatever is going on. "Stay here Your Highness. This will automatically deploy should anything happen to the ship, but if we get the situation under control someone will come get you." Just as he finishes speaking and the door starts to close, there is a loud and bright explosion as the ship is torn apart. Part of the shockwave makes it through the gap in the door sending Chernyelo flying back causing his to hit his head roughly against the side of the pod and fall unconscious even as the pod is flung away by the following explosions and flying shrapnel. Eventually things still and go silent leaving only devastation of the ship as various pieces float in the vacuum of space along with the one pod carrying the only survivor. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 20, 2018 Author Share Posted July 20, 2018 Darihel moved towards the source of the disturbance, from an outside perspective it would seems like a shining sea serpent swimming in a dark ocean, only that it was a spectral drake, and the sea it swam was the harsh deadly void of space. Soon a field of broken parts came into his view, most were half melted and twisted by the intense heat of the explosion, and he ignored those pieces flying towards him at high velocity, and all pumped off by his near impervious skin. Soon he arrived at the scene, the space still slightly twisted due to the explosion of its FTL drive, and judging by the lack of any trace of other ships Darihel figured the ship must have experienced some sort of internal trouble, rather than an external one. Whether it was an accident or sabotage was unclear. He closed his eyes and sharpened his senses, as usually in situation like this there should be annoying "noises" made by the escape pods sending automated distress signals, but he felt none. For a moment the lack of survivors made Darihel feel a little down, but his mood quickly improved since he couldn't help but relish at another opportunity of treasure hunting. Just as he was looking around however he had a strange feeling, a "cold" for lack of a better word. He looked around as he tried to find the source, and soon found a life pod several kilometers away and quickly accelerating towards the nearby star, which flare must have interfered with his senses so he missed the distress signal. With a small flap of his wings he dashed forward, easily caught up with the life pod and secured it with his wings. The distress signal was as annoying as ever, and Darihel observed the exterior of the pod and found no major damage on it. He tried to see through the hauls of the pod but couldn't, as it was built to safeguard its inhabitant from the worst conditions and windows would only weaken its structural intergrety. This one in particular seemed to be especially sturdy, perhaps even more secure than the ship it was on. Yet despite none of his senses able to penetrate the pod’s surface, the strange “cold” he felt only became more prominent. Determined to find out who, or what was inside the pod, Darihel was about to crack the thing open, then realized doing so would likely kill the being inside. He opened his mouth and held the pod safely inside, spread out his wings widely and the light radiating from his body intensified to the point which rivaled the star nearby. With a powerful flap his body shot forward, easily exceeding the speed of light and accelerated even further. Then the next moment Darihel stopped, he was already several light years away and above a planet recently terraformed and colonized by the humans. Entering the atmosphere he soon spotted a human settlement and flew right towards it. He found a relatively open space in the middle of the settlement and gently laid the pod down, then as quickly as he came, rose above the clouds. He concealed all optic, electric-magnetic, and gravitational signatures from his body and waited as the humans gathered around the pod. With any luck they should be able to open it for him and he’d be able to have a look at who, or what was inside. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 21, 2018 Share Posted July 21, 2018 Distantly Chernyelo is aware of something approaching and surrounding his pod as well as moving it. Feeling a faint thud, the presence moves away though not gone completely. The sound of the pod being set down catches some attention and soon there's a crowd around the escape pod. "Out of the way!" A commanding voice barks out. Soon the crowd parts as some soldiers push their way through for some higher ranking officials. They clear a space around the pod and soon work to open it. "Get the medic over here!" The leader calls out after looking in. Two enter and slowly enter carrying the occupant out. When the person's face is seen, the crowd audibly gasps and begins to murmur excitedly. "It's the Prince!" People hums excitedly before they begin wondering what happened to the Prince's ship. Soon the medic arrives and does a a quick physical check. "He doesn't seem to be seriously injured but I need to check back at the facility." They swiftly prepare a transport for Chernyelo while forming a perimeter around the male to keep him at least somewhat hidden from prying eyes. Carefully they move the prince to the vehicle they came in and move to go to the hospital so they can make sure that the nobility in their midst wakes. Hopefully he'll be able to explain what happened and why the ship he was on suddenly vanished. At the hospital all scans and tests are conducted, but when nothing but minor and superficial damage is found they resign themselves to waiting. A few hours later his eyes flicker before opening. Blinking slowly he looks around. Hmm, a hospital. Shifting he manages to sit up with a minor wince as his head starts to throb. Barely a few moments go by before a nurse comes in. "Oh, you're awake!" The guards outside hear and quickly notify their highers up and soon the room is crowded with military personnel. Internally groaning, Chernyelo prepares himself for a long evening. Eventually he manages to pacify them with relaying what he knows and ordering them to leave. Thankfully he was cleared to leave and makes his way to a hotel. "A shower and a hot meal... Perhaps a drink or two?" He muses to himself once in his room. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 21, 2018 Author Share Posted July 21, 2018 Darihel hid above the clouds, even though he'd be perfectly invisible and undetectable from humans without some lose water vapor, and kept close attention on the pod as the people gathered. After some commotion they finally got the pod open, and carried out the passenger inside. Immediately his hearts began to bump at an accelerated rate, after all, he knew that face all too well. It was a face which seemed to be shown everywhere across human space, on printed images, holographic projections, and even large stone or metal sculptures. It was a face which seemed to represents the best humanity had to offer, having no defects nor imbalance in his features. His body also seemed to be of perfect health, with the exception of some scratches and bruises likely caused by the earlier accident. To be frank, Darihel was a little “starstruck”, for lack of a better word, as he had collected a few memorabilia of that man himself, so much so that he’d forgot about the strange “cold” he felt earlier. He kept his eyes on the man as he was transported away, the thin haul of their ambulances did little to obstruct his senses and he observed the man’s every move. He was taken into a large building filled with the sick and injured. For a moment he wondered did his analysis of the man’s health was wrong, but he was quickly proven right as the man got out of the building. He followed the man to what appeared to be some sort of collective nest or resting area. Overwhelmed by curiosity he began to descend, thankfully the planet was not as crowded as many of those planet wide cities and had enough air space between the buildings for him to float between. He reached to the level where the man was staying at and floated outside the room window, trying to get a better look at that famous man. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 21, 2018 Share Posted July 21, 2018 After placing room service for dinner, he decides to go clean up while waiting. Powers that be know he needs it after what happened on the ship and then spending time in the hospital. His nose wrinkles slightly at the thought of being in such a place before his features smooth out with the release of a sigh. Stepping into the hot shower spray, he lathers up a cloth and begins to wipe himself down to get rid of the dirt and other bits and pieces that clung to his skin. As he starts to rinse off, Chernyelo senses the presence from when he was in the pod causing him to tilt his head. "Curious." Finishing his shower, he dries off then wraps a towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom with another that he's using for his hair. The meal hasn't yet arrived so letting the towel in his hands settle onto his shoulders, the prince decides to look out the window to see if he can catch a glimpse of just what is watching him.It's not the media or military, and there are very few beings that could have found the pod and brought it here. The thoughts flit through his mind quickly as he moves to the large windows and opens the curtains casually. Just as he opens them, there is a knock at the door. "Room service." Is called out to which he hums faintly and calls out for them to enter without looking from the window. They come in and set up the food at the small dining area, then pause after bowing to the figure at the window. "Anything else I can get for you sir?" The staff asks pausing by the cart. Finally he turns partially away from the window to look at the staff member. Granting them a small smile, he shakes his head. "No, that will be all for now." The staff nods and bows, struggling to hide a blush at the sight of the body and smile that greeted them, then leaves the room quietly. After one last glance out the window, Chernyelo lets the drapes fall back into place as he heads to the table with his food. Interesting. He thinks to himself with a grin. "I'll have to finish this run quickly and head home. Perhaps my 'suitor' will pay me a visit." Laughing, the nearly naked male sits down and digs into his food. The next few days are busy as an investigation gets underway about what had happened to the prince's ship, and he goes about finishing his tasks. That, of course, included gathering items he had gone out searching for but also to nudge some negotiations between his people and those in a neighboring galaxy. Tedious venture that, but the end result was satisfactory. All that done, he slips off in a personal ship to a secluded area where everyone knows to not disturb him. Stretching, the prince then smirks and vanishes as he takes a step forward through a doorway. Arriving on the other side of the portal reveals what one might think an apothecary or lab might look like. There are various herbs, plants, and other objects either hanging dried, in jars (some in mixtures, others not), various cabinets with drawers that likely hold unknown items in them, and perhaps most interesting of all is the large in ground fire pit that holds a large cauldron above it. Sighing happily to be at home, he takes a step forward and as he does the visage seems to melt away and soon there is a tall figure in a golden cover with antlers of gold coming from his crown. No longer is the handsome visage there for all to see, but instead a dark hole where the shadows from the cloak cover the mask underneath. Taking the items he has procured, the figure carefully but efficiently puts them away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 23, 2018 Author Share Posted July 23, 2018 Darihel was watching the human as he undressed and went into a smaller space to clean up. Given his sensory abilities the existence of clothing didn't mean much to him so he found nothing special about the circumstances. So what happened right before was much more interesting to him, when the man opened the curtain of his room window and locked eyes wit him, well, technically the man was only able to stare at the city scene through Darihel's optic camouflage, but it sure felt like they've locked eyes for Darihel. He looked into those beautiful golden eyes and saw something, something deep, dark, mysterious, chilling but also exciting, something unknown, he felt a strange "chill" running up his long spine all the way up to his brain and couldn't help but shiver. But the sensation only lasted for a short while before the man turned away and greeted someone entering the room bringing him subsistence. Uncertain of what had just happened, Darihel hurriedly rose up and breached the atmosphere, quickly going FTL and left the system. He spent the next several galactic standard days curled up inside his hideout: a massive cave located inside a barren moon where he kept all of his loot. He glanced around, and saw the images of that man he had in collection and focused on it, but that strange unknown feeling he got when he saw the man in person was absent. There was something about the man which Darihel simply couldn't get over with and he struggle to figure out what it was. In the end the closest thing he could find to describe that feeling was "curiosity". He wanted to know more. He NEEDED to know more. He could stalk and observe from afar, but he doubt it would be enough. He had to get much, much closer. But, how? It was then Darihel remembered a rumor he came across, something about a powerful being dwelling in the most remote and dark parts of space, who can grant any and all of your wished if you could pay the price. While Darihel had little idea as to what such price could entail, if it's wealth, then he'd get it, if it's service, then he'd provide it. Given a Spectral Drakes power there were little he could not accomplish if he set his mind to it. With his mind set Darihel emerged from the cave and traversed the universe, covering spaces which would take some lesser beings generations to explore, until he finally found the part of space where that being, the "Witch" was rumored to reside, but had little idea where exactly he would be. Figure that perhaps it would be easier for the witch to come to him he intensified the amount of light his body emanate, making himself quite a massive target for all possible observers, then he let out a "screech" through all known methods of communications used by other species, radio, subspace transmission, telepathic, and so on, and hoped that someone would get the message. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 24, 2018 Share Posted July 24, 2018 While putting items away, Chernyelo thinks back on what he saw at the hotel. Granted, in his human form it wasn't as clear as if he had been in this one, but it still raised an interesting question. Why would a spectral drake take any interest in other beings' affairs? Normally they can't be bothered with those they deem as 'lower' life forms and even tend to avoid their own kind except to reproduce. And to risk exposure by staying around after having performed a rescue? He sighs while shaking his head in bemusement though it does cause a niggling sensation in the back of his mind. Huffing at the irritating sensation that he should be remembering something but it evades him, he finishes putting the spell ingredients away and goes to tuck his other treasures elsewhere. Just as he finishes his task, the 'communication' comes through causing Chernyelo to toss his head with a snort. The long golden horns slashing through the air. "I am no one's to summon. Clearly this one needs to learn a lesson or two." Turning around he exists his home and goes out into entryway of the cave. "Suriel!" Shortly after his call, a figure dives down from the atmosphere to float before him. "Yes master?" The figure seems to have a feminine voice but no clear indications of actual gender. "I assume you hear that 'summons' as well. Go inform the sender of my rules then return. If they are able to keep up with you, then perhaps show them the way." With a wave Chernyelo turns and heads back inside dismissing the other. The figure bows before turning and flipping its tail then seems to vanish. Suriel makes it to the source of the call in very short work. Much like spectral drakes, her kind is elusive and rare though for different reasons. A 'space mermaid', as humans call them, travels through the rifts of space as well as create their own bridges or wormholes to get to where they want to go. It is in this manner that Suriel is able to reach the shining beacon that the other has made of themselves. Foolish. Shaking her head she goes and stops before the being. "I am here on behalf of my master. He is not yours to summon. If you wish to seek my master's services you must go to him. All must do so as a way to test if they truly desire what it is they seek, as well as if they are worthy." The message relayed, Suriel turns and with a flick of her tail begins the travel back home to return to her post as one of the guardians of Chernyelo's home. Arriving back, the sight of a supposedly gray world greets her. Well, world may be a bit of a such as it is barely larger than the human's home galaxy's planet Pluto. However, the gray is misleading as once someone lands it is clear that all foliage and even rocks and minerals are actually a silverish color. In fact, they are composed of a type of material similar to platinum and infused with other materials that do add color such as a green or blue. Of note, however, is that there are no other neutral colors such as gray, black, or white anywhere. Nor is there any shade of brown. There might be hints of perhaps gold or copper and somesuch though. Overall the planet is one comprised of valuable minerals as well as the Golden King's own collection and power. Upon cursory look, Suriel reports to Chernyelo of her successful task completion then goes and returns to her post to re-join her comrades in their guardianship should someone be so foolish as to attempt to attack or steal from here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 24, 2018 Author Share Posted July 24, 2018 Dariehl didn't have to wait long as he suddenly felt the presence of something approaching. He reduced the amount of light he emanated and turned his attention to the newcomer. Immediately he was disappointed since what approached him was but a "Space mermaid", a hideous species which barely passed the Spectral Drake standards of being sentient. There was no way such a pathetic creature could be the fabled "witch", or perhaps the lesser species actually found these things powerful? Dariehl opened his mouth, and was about to just breath out a stream of supercharged plasma to vaporize the little pest, then the creature spoke to him, saying that it was a messenger of its "master" and he must follow his rules to earn an audience. Darihel was aware that other species have strange rules and customs. Given that he was here asking for help, it's only fair that he follow the Witch's rules. Darihel closed his mouth and nodded. With little effort he followed the mermaid deeper and deeper into this part of space. Soon a grey world came into view, and as Darihel entered its atmosphere he was utterly amazed. He had seen many strange and bizarre things throughout his life time, which while short by Spectral Drake standards, still exceeded most of the other species and even a few unfortunate civilizations. But the sight in front of him was unlike any other, as this strange, platinum world looked so beautiful yet so... creepy, as if the whole place was specially engineered to make you uneasy. Darihel wondered what sort of being would have the power, the resource, and more importantly, the twisted sensibility to create a place like this. But the more creeped out Darihel was, the more hopeful he became, as the rumors of the Witch became just that much more plausible. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 24, 2018 Share Posted July 24, 2018 Chernyelo nods at Suriel's report and could sense the spectral drake approaching. Still, he lets the other sit outside for awhile while finishing something in a cauldron over the fire in a tucked away fireplace. Satisfied after adding a few more things to the concoction, he finally decides to go greet his guest. "Come in, come in." He calls out while waving a hand and a force pulls the young drake down to the opening of the cavern. The initial opening is large enough for the other to at least enter and coil up, but not go any further. "Well now, it is not often that one of your kind comes to visit. Tell me young drake, just what did this lowly being do to deserve a visit from a spectral drake?" His voice rolls out in a deceptively pleasant and curious tone. Under it though it a warning edge of annoyance from the earlier summoning the drake had attempted. Despite that, however, he is curious to see just what the other could possibly want from him. Most of the other drakes come to him if they're passing by and want his assistance with getting leeches off and given a leech repellent. In exchange he gets to keep the leeches and any blood they've collected. "Come now, I haven't all day." Chernyelo prompts. This continues to get interesting. First the drake rescues my pod, lingers, and now seeks an audience. Though it is very unlikely he realizes we're one in the same. Keeping his thoughts to himself, not that the drake would be able to get a read off of the witch anyway between his own protections and the mask, he waits for the other to state his business. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 25, 2018 Author Share Posted July 25, 2018 Darihel followed the creature to the entrance of a cave, and he saw the creature flew off leaving him waiting there alone. Having clearly annoyed the Witch earlier with his wild light show, so he decided to play by his rules and just wait. Thankfully it didn't take long, and soon enough he felt a force pulling him down. Being creatures of space Spectral Drakes rarely land on any planet, but Darihel was an exception since he need somewhere more stable to store all his little trinkets, and thus would often hide in his cave, so entering the place wasn't really that uncomfortable. The strange smell coming from deeper inside the cave was a little annoying though, but he tried his best to hide his disgust. And then he saw him, the Witch. It's a creature unlike anything he'd ever seen, or not see to be exact. Other than that escape pod which hid the human from his sight earlier this creature was probably the most obscure thing which entered his vision. He simply couldn't see through the yellow cloak which concealed the creature's body, but if the countless swirling tentacles extended out from the bottom of the cloak was of any indication, then the witch must be one of the most vile abomination ever existed in the universe. Then the witch asked the important question, what did he came here for. "Oh the Golden King, I hear that you have powers to grant any wishes. If so, I have a request." Darihel said in the same tongue the Witch spoke to him, though not with any "vocal cord" but by vibrating his long, beard-like cirrus. The light emanating from his body began to flicker, then a projection of a man was shown in the space between him and the witch, and it was none other than the human he'd saved. Darihel continued: "Given your vast power and knowledge of the universe, you must know who this human is. His image was shown all over human space. I...." Darihel paused not certain how to describe the urges coming from deep inside his being. He turned his gaze at the projection of the human he made himself, and felt that this recreation just didn't recreate that unknown mystery in those golden eyes. He shut the projection off and look back at the witch and said: "I am.... curious about this human. I want to know more about him... no, not just knowing, but... feeling... But I can't. The humans fear me, so if I approach they would panic and flee. And they're so fragile, if I take him by force then he'll die. Help me, Golden King. Help me get close to him. Name any price, and I will pay it." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 25, 2018 Share Posted July 25, 2018 The Golden King tosses his head back with a scoff. "How typical of one of your kind, finding anything other than yourself to be lesser than or revolting." His tone gains a sharper edge as he continues. "You had best be careful young drake, your feelings are not so well hidden as you think and due to the insult my cost has risen. The only reason I'm still willing to consider your request is solely due to how unusual it is for one of your kind." Indeed, he finds himself taken back at how focused the other is on his human-form. More than that Chernyelo feels a twisted sense of satisfaction at knowing the drake is both revolted and enamored of the same being. Him. "Now then, each spell comes with a cost and conditions that need to be fulfilled if you wish the spell to remain permanent. There is also a time limit in which to meet the conditions." He states slowly after a lengthy pause. "For you, the cost shall be a piece of yourself. A scale. A limb. A solidified piece of your power. Anything will suffice but it must representative of the sacrifice you're willing to make." This is mostly to help anchor the spell to the drake and to give the witch a physical representation of the spell to help strengthen it. Stepping slowly, the golden figure stops a short distance away from the other being. "There will be three conditions... First you will not reveal our deal to anyone. Second is that you must get this human to give you a kiss. Specifically one of love. Third you will have six months to complete your task." Pausing for a moment, Cheryelo allows the price and conditions to be thought over by the other. "I should warn you, there may be unexpected side-effects as you would be changing shape and species. Until you take form and have some time in that state it will not be clear what those may be, but regardless of them the condition of not revealing the deal or your identity to anyone until after you obtain the kiss will remain." He gives a slight shrug. "Outside of myself of course since I am the one who made the deal with you." "Should you be concerned about the side-effects, I would be willing to give you means of contacting me to inform me of them. This is not solely for your sake, however. As I have never attempted this with one of your species before it would be to assist with gathering data. If this is agreeable to you then it is merely a matter of payment and I will go prepare the spell." With that he waits, even his tentacles seem to still and move less as he awaits for the other's answer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 25, 2018 Author Share Posted July 25, 2018 Darihel listened to the Yellow King talking about the spell, the price, its conditions and risks. The whole thing sounded peculiar and unnecessarily complicated, but the idea itself was actually rather brilliant. He wanted to know more about the human, and he couldn't do so as himself, so why not get transformed into something more suitable to do so and approach him that way? To think that he would no longer be a Spectral Drake but something else, what a bizarre, yet brilliant idea! He was slightly worried though about the whole "kiss of love within six weeks" thing. But to be honest, what did he have to lose, other than the eternal boredom of a Spectral Drake's existence? "Alright Yellow King. We have a deal." Darihel said as he extended his tail towards the wizard. As Spectral Drake grow bigger and older, new fins and scales would grow while the older ones detach from their body, and float around as sort of backup energy storage, and Dariehl had a few along his head and near his tail, and one of them was released from his body and fell in front of the Yellow king. "This should suffice?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 26, 2018 Share Posted July 26, 2018 Chernyelo reaches out so that the piece of the spectral drake falls into his hand rather than onto the floor. "Yes. This will do." He comments while turning the piece over to examine it then murmurs a few words and shrinks it down to where it easily fits in the size of his palm. "Wait here while I go make the potion." Turning he goes back into the depths of his home. Seeing the pot over the fire bubbling, a tentacle grabs part of the swinging hook it is on after picking up a thick cloth to pull it off the flames. The disaster of having his dinner burn avoided, he sets about making the potion needed to turn the drake into something other. "Hmm..." The golden figure hums to himself thoughtfully as he begins mixing the ingredients together in the large central cauldron. Allowing the brew to simmer for a few moments before adding the next set he spots a jar, and while hidden, grins and laughs softly before adding it in. "Let's see how the drake handles having a heat cycle shall we?" He muses to himself. The potion finally finishes and is put in a container. A tentacle reaches out and grabs something off a nearby shelf while the shrunken part of the drake is tucked away under the golden robes. Things in place, he heads back out and holds out the glass container that holds the potion to the young drake. "This will change your shape so that you may walk amongst the humans." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 27, 2018 Author Share Posted July 27, 2018 Darihel waited as the Space Witch went deeper inside the cave and did his wizardry. Even though he could not see it, the strange smell and energy fluctuations convinced him that it must be something outside his understanding. Shortly after the witch reemerged with a strange concoction inside a glass container. Without hesitation Darihel leaned in and opened his mouth, lightly picked up the glass with the edge of his jaw and raised his head, pouring the potion down his throat in one swift move. The burning sensation quickly went pass his throat and into his body. At first he didn't feel anything. He turned to look at the witch and was about to make his complain, but then he felt it, a great pain surging throughout his body. He tried to hold himself together, but failed miserably. He began to twist and turn in pain, screaming, shouting, howling in all frequency, sound, electric-magnetic, psychic wave, spatial disturbance, and so on. It was a miracle that the cave didn't just collapse with this violent spasm. He could feel his blood boiling, bones crumbling, and flesh dissolving. As his body shrunk his screams also became lesser and lesser, starting from spatial disturbance, to psychic waves, one by one they all disappeared until there was but a simple, atmospheric vibration, a voice. When the whole process was finished the Spectral Drake was nowhere to be seen, instead there was a humanoid figure with a long tail curled up on the ground in pain, twitching, crying, drooling in a pile of steaming slimy mess. With great difficulty Darihel opened his eyes, for a moment he thought he was blind since he could see so little with his new eyes, which also hurt to even the lightest amount of light. He tried to move his body but failed, as everything felt so different, his body was heavy as he could not levitate. Remembering that humanoids actually "walk" on their "limbs", so he tried to support himself, but again he failed miserably and fell flat on his face. With pain still surging throughout his body he tired to ask the only one around, the space witch for help, but not knowing how exactly to use his new vocal cord, all he accomplished was making a few meaningless moans. Quickly all the pain, stress and exhaustion overtook him and he fell unconscious. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 27, 2018 Share Posted July 27, 2018 Chernyelo watches the entire process calmly with only curious detachment as the drake goes through the change. Mentally he notes the shifts in the other's vocal expression. When done, he notes the steamy slimy puddle around the curled figure. Must be the flesh and bone that was excess. I'll have to store as much of it as possible to study later. He thinks to himself while staring at it in an almost morbid type of fascination. Though part of him begins to wonders what properties the drake slime contains and what it could do. He is pulled from his thoughts when the former-drake tries, and falls, to get up. "Hmm, yes I suppose this is too be expected. Despite being much smaller in form you seem to have none of your former abilities." His talking is for little other than his own commentary as the fall clearly knocked the other senseless and used up what little energy he had remaining. With a faint sigh he gathers the limp form in a few tentacles and heads into the cavern while sending a psychic message to some of his "helpers" to clean up the slime for storage. Effortlessly carrying the drake's new form, he goes to a large underground pool and swiftly cleans the other of the various fluids and dirt that is clinging to him. "It wouldn't do for you to show up in such a state. You'll already experience much trouble." He muses and his tone seems to carry a hint of a smile in it. Once satisfied the other is clean he pulls the unconscious form to hang before him. Pulling something from a sleeve, he reaches out and places what seems to be a leaf from one of the plants outside that has slivers of blue throughout it. "Now then, to give you means of contacting me and allowing me to record your change as agreed." The golden clad figure announces in an almost patronizingly formal tone. The leaf is placed on the other's groin, and after a moment, gives off a brief flare of light before fading into the other's skin. Almost unnoticeable there is now a pattern like the vines in the leaf twirling from the groin to over one hip and down to curl around the other's hanging flesh, ending to curl around the puckered entrance on the other side. That done he decides it's time for his 'client' to get started on his journey and for himself to eat. Not too mention I'll have to get back soon myself. With that he has Suriel take Darihel near Chernyelo's main estate. "Though be sure to tuck him somewhere out of sight. I want him to be found by the police, not traders if he can't make it to his goal right away." He states then waves the mermaid off who bows and leaves. She leaves the unconscious form in a set of bushes and trees that are near the prince's home, but thick enough to keep the drake covered until he leaves their coverage. With that she once more returns to the Golden King's planet and Darihel is left alone and unconscious. Meanwhile Chernyelo eats his meal and begins his study of the slime. "Interesting... Definitely flesh and bone in this, and it has retained some of the drake's energy. I wonder, does his body still hold that energy as well or since he's no longer a drake is it perhaps dormant or gone?" After making some notes and tidying things up, he steps back through his portal to take back on the appearance of the prince since there are no other clients at the present and he has other things of interest waiting for him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 28, 2018 Author Share Posted July 28, 2018 Darihel was barely awake during the process. He felt his new body being lifted, the touch felt almost painful as his skin was so sensitive, then wet when he seemed to have been dipped in some sort of liquid. While the good news was that all the dirt and slime was washed off his body, the bad news was that it left him all wet and cold, and even in his half conscious state he shivered as a result. Then he felt a heat at his lower body, though not exactly painful was not really pleasant either, and the strange sensation spread to a few other places which he had little idea what they were. Afterwards with everything seemed to calm down, he was left in a more peaceful state, he was finally able to truly fell into deep sleep and rest. Darihel slept unlike he had ever slept before. It was strange, as he was used to feeling so much more even in sleep. But now, it was just nothing, sweet, sweet nothingness perfect for slumber. If possible he just wanted to sleep like this forever and never wake up, but then, the face of the man he'd rescued came to his mind. He remembered the strange coldness which he felt when he first saw the human, and then the depth of those golden eyes like an abyss, drawing him closer, and closer... until.... "Aaaaaah!" Darihel screamed as he woke up from his sleep, which to be honest was barely a whine since he had shouted his throat dry back in the cave of the space witch. He opened his eyes but immediately closed them, as the bright sunlight was much more intense than the dim lighting in the cave, and even that was already enough to cause pain to his essentially newborn eyes. Darihel rolled and crawled as he tried to get up, but ended up falling just like before. Thankfully the surface he was on was unlike the stone floor of the cave, but soft dirt with grass reducing the impact. Eventually Darihel gave up and just laid there. After a while his got more used to the amount of light and he was able to open his eyes, seeing the world in a completely different, limited way. It took him a moment to finally come to term with the fact that he had lost most of his senses, but he did not dwell on that for too long, as he had an entirely new body to explore. Overall his body had a bluish gray tone, with the front being much lighter, and there were red patterns scattered across his body. The tail was simple enough to get used to since he had one before. When he waved the long appendage he almost felt like he was a Spectral Drake just like before, along with the few fins on his tail and at two sides of his head they really reminded him of his old self. But nothing else was the same. His torso lacked the agility of his old serpent like body and only seemed able to bend more forward, but not a whole lot backward. He also had these... long, dark blue, fur? mane? hair? on top of his head, which caused him a lot of trouble when he was flipping around on the ground, and often he would accidentally pull on those things and cause some pain on the head. The long limbs on his lower body, the so called "legs", with... "toes", were supposed to support his body in an upright position, but he struggle to figure out how. Then there were these.... "hands" with "fingers" which were surprisingly "handy" when he used them to touch around his body along with his long tail and feel everything. He made a few more discovers, such as the little buds on each side his chest, and also his new.... reproductive organs. He used to have a set similar to the ones he own now, obviously not in shape but in function. But regardless of gender, the Spectral Drakes' reproductive organs were hidden beneath layers of thick scales, and would only be revealed when a pair of his kind decide to mate, which was an extremely rare occasion. Whereas the reproductive organ of his new body was.... exposed, and very vulnerable. He learned that the hard way when he rolled around and a particular rock happened to be at an unfortunate location. The pain was so intense that it crippled him for what felt like eternity. He also had a weird orifice hidden below the root of his tail and between the crevice the end of his torso, which took Darihel a while to figure out what it was. Given how everything was so alien, it was surprising how fast Darihel learned. After about half an hour of trial and error he managed to stand up, though with his hands supporting him on the nearby tree trunk. It was then when he finally had the luxury to observe his surroundings, and found himself in some sort of woods. Even much worse than his previous senses, he could hear the sound of the vehicles humans used buzzing and soaring nearby, which meant that he must be near a human settlement. Darihel figured that the witch must have dropped him off here to help him along, which meant that with any luck, the human he was looking for may also be nearby. With uncertain steps, Darihel managed to drag himself out of the woods, and before he could go any further he suddenly heard a long, annoying sharp sound approaching. He looked towards the source of the sound and could see a human vehicle quickly approaching fast with a spinning red light on top. Seeing its speed and knowing the state of his body, he knew there was little point in trying to escape. So he simply stood there and waited. The vehicle stopped right in front of him, and two humans wearing matching clothings came out. They pointed what Darihel recognized as some sort of small firearms at him and shouted something. While Darihel knew the way humans communicated, he used to perceive that speech in such a fundamentally different way that he could no longer comprehend what they were saying with his now limited senses. Darihel raised his hands and tried to show that he meant the humans no harm, but for some reason it only seemed to agitate them more. Then he felt a surge of electricity scourging through his body. He cried out in pain and his body began to spasm uncontrollably. For the third time of the day he fell unconscious, the last thing he remembered was the hardness of the concrete pavement, and the sight of the feet of those humans approaching. When he finally woke up again, Darihel found himself in a big dark room locked inside what was essentially a metal cage, which was barely big enough for him to lay down. He tried to pull the bars open but they didn't even bend an inch. He looked around and found himself being surrounded by countless other cages just like his own, some were empty, but most were occupied by some sort of creature. He recognized some of them: Lotarians, Remars, Izorfars, basically the species which the humans have incorporated into their society during their rapid expansion. A few were shouting and shaking the bar like he was, but most just sat there with a depressed air around them. Darihel had no choice but to sit there and wait, not sure for what. But he was certain that the humans have put all these creatures, including him, in cages here for some purpose, and they wouldn't just keep him here forever. He was quickly proven right when occasionally a few humans with the same matching clothing would show up and go to one of the cages, then take the inhabitant away. It was most likely for something bad as the creatures often struggled and the humans had to electrocute them to take them away peacefully. Being powerless and imprisoned, for the first time in his existence, Darihel was afraid. To make matters worse, there was also this pain, this heat, which began to build up inside his body. At first he thought it must be some sort of natural bodily function of his humanoid body reacting to imprisonment and fear, so he tried to calm himself. But it quickly became more and more prominent and unbearable. He began to pant and sweat heavily, moaning, twisting and turning inside the cage. Darihel also noticed that for some reason, the creatures imprisoned around him began to get agitated, talking and conversing with each other excitedly about something. Shortly after a human entered the area, shouting and knocking on the metal bar of the cages with a stick in hand, which quickly stopped all the agitation of the creatures, then he approached the cage holding Darihel and observed him. The way he looked at him was so... predatory, that it made Darihel shiver in fear. The human then opened the cage, giggling and laughing about something as he reached for the draken-humanoid, and pulled him up. The human dragged him down the hallway and into a small room, likely some sort of storage given all the shelves and boxes. The human dropped Darihel on the floor and began to remove his pants. Darihel was astonished when he saw the erected member standing between the man's groin, and he finally realized that the human was trying to mate with him for some reason, which was absolutely absurd since they were not only not the same gender, but also not the same species. Was the human so ignorant of biology? Or was he just completely crazy? Darihel would've gave the human a lecture and talk him out of it but he couldn't comprehend human speech anymore, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to mutter a word through his constant panting and moaning. All he could do was to lay there helplessly and stare at the human as he approached. (I'll leave Darihel's virginity in your hands. You can either play the prison guard and rape him on the spot, or the Yellow King could show up get rid of the guard and give him a good tentacle fucking instead. Or you can let the guard have his way then he show up, since it had to be him to really deal with Darihel's heat anyways. Again it's in your hands) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 30, 2018 Share Posted July 30, 2018 Just as he's crossed over, the mark he'd placed on the drake begins to notify him of changes. "Well now, that was sooner than expected." He muses to himself. Turning back around he returns to his cavern and looks at the initial data coming in. "Let's see.... increased temperature, raised heartbeat and breathing." Tilting his head to one side he taps a finger before turning and deciding to go investigate in person, the grin hidden beneath cowl, shadow, and mask. Using the mark as a honing beacon of sorts, he steps through the portal just as the human guard began to approach his latest test subject. "Really... I knew things were bad, but to get yourself in such trouble right away." Chernyelo sighs as he waves a hand causing the human to go unconscious while several tentacles begin to slide along the drake's new body. "It appears, that within 24 hours or so of being in this new form you've gone into heat." He states in a calm yet curious tone. The tentacles continue to slide over the other's heated skin and leave behind an almost golden-rainbow hued trail in their wake. "I'm not sure how much you know of heat, but the general overview is that until someone or something has sex with you, you're body will continue to feel heated, sensitive and put our pheromones to attract others until you do." One tentacle slides along Darihel's lips then begins to press in, the coating on the tentacle tastes almost sweet, but with a slight salty tang to it. Slowly but persistently it pushes in deeper and soon is moving in and out while leaking more fluid that seems to merge with the heat by making it feel almost like the other is getting buzzed or relaxed, though really it's just an aphrodisiac that the tentacles naturally secrete during sex though very few would know that fact. Others begin to wrap around and lift the form into the air, some toy with the nubs on the smooth grey chest with the tips circling and flicking them. Soon more and more join in including two massaging, rolling and squeezing the sensitive sack beneath Darihel's now engorged and leaking cock. "I'll assist you with your heats as they're part of studying your new form, unless you're with your human during such a time." He comments as though offering a grand reward. Darihel's back is to the golden figure as tentacles along his legs spread them wide open, the one binding the drake's arms keep them stretched over his head while others move in to join with revealing the other by moving the tail out of the way while also stroking along it, and spreading the round cheeks underneath to reveal the hidden prize. Once the wrinkled hole is seen, Chernyelo gives a low laugh while two thin tentacles rub and probe it. " Look at you, first time and already so lewd and wanton. With how much your twitching and," he pauses pulling the other closer to look and lets out an amused sound. "leaking even you'll most likely take very little prep work." Amused and enjoying the drake's new state, and the apparent built in readiness to be taken, one tentacle pushes in with barely any resistance meeting it. "Looks like I was right." He murmurs to himself as the tentacle wriggles and twists further in, then begins moving in and out, soon another joins and the two move in tandem. "This probably won't suffice so I'll have to give you more, but for now, how are you feeling?" Not that he really expects an answer due to the large tentacle dominating the drake's mouth and even going down his throat a ways. The two tentacles in Darihel's ass spread him him open as the exit and stop right at the entryway. Stepping close enough that the form suspended before him can feel the golden clothe around him, Chernyelo shifts the fabric enough to reveal a large cock that appears to be ribbed and with a thicker base than one would expect. Pulling the other towards him, he places his hands on the other's hips and presses his erection against the stretched opening and soon pushes all the way in letting out a low growl. It feels fantastic and it's been too long since he last had fucked something. At first the thrusts were shallow as though getting adjusted to their position, but soon Cheryelo is pounding into the other filling the room with the sounds of skin smacking and the lewd sound of his flesh sliding into the other's slick hole that feels as though it leaks even more as it's pounded into. The tentacles aren't lazy either, they writhe, squeeze, and play along the body within their grasp. No part is left untended or neglected, every aspect is touched and explored though particular attention is given to areas that seem most sensitive, and the drake it made to come until limp and boneless which is finally when the golden figure releases into the other with a low grunt. Darihel is pulled flush against the figure behind him as his hole is flooded with cum, which is pressed ever further in by the following thrusts, until finally something seems to swell and seal the two bodies together. "And this, little drake, is called a knot. Some species have them to try and ensure that the mating is successful by locking the two forms together for a time so that the seed had time to take root." His tone is low, satisfied, and vaguely amused while educating the other. Slowly, one by one, the tentacles side away until only those holding the former space drake in the air remain. When the knot finally releases them, Chernyelo tucks himself away. The tentacles shift to where their hold on the other is slightly more comfortable, and then the two march back out to the cages. "Now, I can't release you due to the legal process here. So do try to be more mindful of when your heat begins approaching and if you notices symptoms be sure to call to me. Though I can't promise I'll save you every time." Nor does he tell the figure in his grasp that he's the only one who can calm the heat. Once the drake is back in his cage, the golden figure leaves and as he does a letter is delivered with paperwork that identifies the new alien in the holding area as property of the prince as it is a gift. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 31, 2018 Author Share Posted July 31, 2018 Just as the human was about to get down and mate with Darihel, the Golden King suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and with but a simple gesture made the man unconscious. Darihel never thought he would be so glad to see that tentacle abomination, but at that moment, he was thankful, as he assumed the Witch must had sensed his distress and came here to fix this strange sickness of his. What the Witch said next however, was quite puzzling. Even though Darihel had lost his ability to understand human speech like before, somehow he was able to understand the Witch without problem. “Heat?”, Darihel muttered, or at least he tried to murmur with his still unfamiliar mouth and tongue through all the heavy panting. It was a word describing periodic sexual arousal during breeding seasons. Darihel was aware of the concept, as he had observed such periods of mass breeding among many species. He’d always wondered just why those creatures seemed so desperate to find a mate, and now he understood. His heart rate was through the roof, his body was burning like hell, he was sweating and crying, and his sexual organ was throbbing almost painfully while leaking some strange liquid from the tip. Even his rear seemed to be wet for some reason. But perhaps the worst of it all, was this unbearable urge inside his body, this maddening itch for.....something...or someone. Before Darihel could figure it out however, the Witch’s tentacles were already starting to crawl all over his body. They were all weird and slimy, and instinctively Darihel wanted to struggle free, but his heat-induced state left him utterly helpless, not that he would be able to struggle against the powerful hold of those tentacles with this frail humanoid body in the first place. But his initial resistance was quickly stopped as he felt a sensation which could almost be described as enjoyable, possibly due to the fact that wherever the tentacles touch, they’d leave a coat of semi-translucent golden slime which felt cool on his burning skin. But there was also something more, as the touch themselves were also pleasant for some reason. Spectral Drakes were solitary, and even when they meet with one and another, the most they do would be a simple greeting, some exchange over recent events, then part ways. So such intimate physical contact on his body was certainly a first for Darihel, and for some reason, he rather liked it, so much so that a sensual moan leaked out of his mouth. But the Witch’s advance did not stop there. Just as Darihel was about to ask what was the Witch trying to do, a tentacle found its way to Darihel’s mouth and intruded inside. With him already struggling to get air this sudden blockade of his mouth caused Darihel to immediately panic. But almost as soon as the thing entered his mouth he began to relax as it tasted.... good, delicious even. The slime secreted from the tentacle had this weird sweet and saltiness to it which was rather pleasing, and since his humanoid form requires regular nourishment to stay healthy and he had not eaten nor drank anything for almost the whole day, he began to suckle on the intruding tentacle almost instinctively as like a child sucking on the mother’s tits for milk. Unbeknownst to Darihel though the slime had aphrodisiac properties, so the more the sucked and drank it, the more thirsty he became, and the worse his burning heat got. The numbing effect of the slime also helped as he didn’t even resist when the tentacle intruded further down his throat, even though his gag-reflects should have kicked in. The more he sucked on the appendage, the better it felt, as if his mouth was slowly being remade into a sexual organ in itself. Darihel then felt his body being lifted in the air, and the tentacles had found their way to several sensitive parts of his body. First were the little buds on his chest, which after being touched by the tentacles had swelled in size and was sticking out firmly. The Witch obviously knew what he was doing, as the tentacles teased and played with his nipples with such skill that he couldn’t help but moan through his tentacle-gagged mouth. Waves of pleasure signals spread from his chest and traversed across his body, and as soon as the tentacles began to squeeze on his totally full sacks a seemingly endless stream of pre-cum began to leak from his urethra and drip on the floor. The draken-humanoid was too overwhelmed by all these alien sensations that he didn’t even notice the Witch approaching from behind. He said something about being impressed for Darihel’s enjoyment of this even though it was his first time, and to be frank, Darihel would agree. Who knew sex could be so pleasurable? Could it be the reason why the human guard earlier wanted to mate with him despite their difference in species and incompatibility of gender? But even with his naivety on sex, he knew it usually involves penetration with the sexual organ, just how exactly was the human, and now the Witch going to accomplish that? It was not like he had a vagina on him. Or did the Witch had one hidden beneath those robes? Or perhaps... His suspicion was quickly validated when he felt his tail being lifted up, his hands up in the air and his legs parted. The stroking of the tail by the tentacle was enough to make him scream, but what followed latter was simply mind-blowing. He felt the slimy touch of the tentacles parting his butt cheeks and seemingly with ease, intruded through his tight hole. It was painful to be stretched open like that, but at the same time, unbelievably pleasurable. It was like the time when the two humans electrocuted him before they took him here, but only it was not pain which was scourging throughout his body, but a violent wave of pleasure. His body arched backward and his muscles tensed up, several shots of thick white slime shot out of his cock. But even after his climax the member remained as firm as ever. At his point, his mind was really a wonton mess, incapable of any coherent thought. He just knew that he wanted more, he needed, more. Thankfully the Witch had no intent to stop as he stuffed another tentacle inside, stretching Darihel open even further. While he didn’t cum at the spot this time, his body was trembling uncontrollably due to how painful, and how good it felt, especially when the tentacles got deeper inside and brushed over a particular spot. The Witch’s question just flew through his mind, but it wasn’t like he could really reply with a tentacle stuck down his throat. When the tentacles began to pull out Darihel let out a sad whine and wiggled his butt, as if begging to be filled up again. Then he felt something much harder, hotter, and thicker pressing against his ass. Darihel tried to look back and saw with astonishment the almost grotesque looking massive tool on the Witch’s lower body. While in a clearer state of mind he would’ve screamed and struggled at the sight of that horrific member, but at that moment, he just wanted the Witch to put it in. And soon, his wish was granted. Slowly the member intruded inside, his eyes rolled upwards and his body trembled violently as the overwhelming pain just paralyzed him. But despite this torturous pain, he came, first when the crown of that member entered, then once for each time the ribs on that thing got in, causing him to shoot out bursts of cum from his own tool. When the entire thing including its thick base got lodged inside his body, Darihel was already exhausted, he felt light headed as the tentacle in his mouth made breathing difficult, his testicles had emptied themselves and were just dangling loosely. But as if having a mind of its own, his length was still erected despite how straining and painful that erection was. So did his intestines which in their effort to squirm and pass the passive intruder out, only seemed to just wrapped themselves eagerly and wriggled so to make it more comfortable for the witch. And of course, there was that burning heat inside Darihel’s body, which only seemed to got worse. Then the Witch began to move, he screamed out of his lungs as the massive toll ravaged inside his body, each time forcing a trail of translucent liquid out t shoot out his dick, which began to carry the faintest tint of red. It didn’t take long for all the pain and pleasure to overwhelm him and his inexperienced mind just decided to call it the day and give up and fell unconscious, only to get forcefully woke up moments latter. This continued for god knows how long, until the Witch finally reached his own climax and released a unholy cum down his already stretched belly, almost made him look pregnant. To add insult to injury the Witches’ member had a knot which swelled up and locked them together, though by that point Darihel really didn’t feel much of it as his entire lower body felt numb. Eventually the Witch released him, and the moment that monstrous member exited his body cum began to overflow from his now gaping hole. While he was unconscious the Witch brought him back to his cage all covered in slime and leaking cum from his ass. Taking the Witch's cum worked like a charm against his heat and finally he was able to rest and end this horrible day. The next morning a group of guards as well as the prison warden hurriedly entered the holding cells and found the strange creature unconscious in a sorry state, then they found a guard in the storage room nearby with his pants down and had no recollection as to what happened. But according to the accounts of the rest of the prisoners there, he had taken the creature to the storage room last night, and moments latter they could hear watery sounds and the creature moaning and crying like crazy. While nobody could remember when did the guard put the creature back in the cage, such minor detail was of little concern. After all they’ve just got a note saying that this strange alien was supposed to be a gift to the prince, so it was essentially royal property, and they’ve damaged it. The confused guard was stripped of his position and arrested on the spot, while the alien was sent to be cleaned up and examined for any injuries. Luckily its condition was not serious: dehydration and exhaustion, plus some bruises along its limbs likely caused by some sort of rope constrained him, and of course the tear and swelling of its ass, all of which could be easily treated. By the end of the day all of the injuries were healed and the creature was good as new, then the warden arranged it to be transported to the palace. As for the unfortunate guard, nobody has ever heard of him again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted July 31, 2018 Share Posted July 31, 2018 Once Chernyelo returned home from his little bout with the humanoid-drake, he returns to his get away as the prince to clean up while feeling satisfied. For the moment. He's curious about how intense and often the heat will occur as well as any other side-effects that may result. After all, his anal opening was leaking and acting more like a female's reproductive organ than one for waste expulsion. He muses to himself as he runs the soapy cloth over his body. Deciding he's lingered long enough,the shower is quickly concluded and once dried and dressed Chernyelo returns to 'palace'. Upon entry he is greeted and given verbal updates by several staff as to what has happened during his brief absence as well as matters needing his attention. There is no word, yet, of the humanoid-drake but that is to be expected as the letter the Golden King had sent was "delivered" shortly after he left and considering the state he had left the drake in, he imagines the police are scrambling over themselves in panic. Just the thought causes him to fight back a smile and laugh. However, he is soon in his study and sits down with a sigh as he sees the paperwork waiting for him. Most of it has to do with already settled affairs just needing his approval, or whatever other decisions he makes, and a signature along with his seal placed upon them. Amongst the most relevant is the negotiation he had finished prior to his meeting with the drake for the spell, so naturally that gets first priority. Soon he is submersed in paperwork, reports and other concerns of the nobility. One of which draws an almost pained grunt from the seated figure as he scowls at the form. It is soon approaching the party season and as such invites and inquiries of when he will be hosting have begun to flood in. The distasteful glare he sends them would almost think they should burn on the spot, but instead they seem immune to the heated stare sent their way. As the prince begins to reluctantly respond to the various party-related messages the transportation of the drake begins to move forward. Naturally an escort from the police go with to make sure that no further trouble happens on their end, or that the creature is stolen while in transport despite the short distance. However, upon arrival to the palace there are complications anyway. The police are naturally allowed entry beyond the guards who keep out the general public and uninvited guests, but after that there are other several layers awaiting depending on various factors such as: who the guest is, their reason for the visit, if they were invited/expected, and so on. Considering the fact that the 'guest' in question is a gift from an unknown source well... Needless to say Darihel isn't taken immediately to the prince. In fact, the alien is regarded in suspicion despite the forms the police handed over, even more so due to the anxious behavior exhibited by the police escort upon delivery. The gift is taken to an isolated room in a lower level to be examined by the doctor on staff, and perhaps a few others to make sure that the creature has no diseases or anything else that could harm their prince. The head of staff escorts the doctor to where their holding the 'gift' before going to the kitchen to gather a tray for the prince's dinner which when delivered is when news of the gift's arrival will be shared. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted August 1, 2018 Author Share Posted August 1, 2018 Darihel was able to enjoy a long, dreamless sleep. While towards the end of that sleep he felt himself being moved around, but he was simply too exhausted to even lift his eyelids and check what was going on. Eventually he woke up, and to his surprised he was no longer in that cage, but inside a very tidy, sterile looking room dominated by the color white. He looked around and found himself being surrounded by many strange machinery. Being ever curious he wanted to get up and have a better look, then he realized that he was restrained on a platform and unable to move. To someone with more knowledge on human society they'd likely compare the thing Darihel was on as an operating table or sorts, but with a lot more movable parts. It would seem that the table was specially designed to restrain different creatures, and move its limbs around however the operator wishes. Even his tail went through a hole in the bed and got locked down somewhere Darihel couldn't see. The drake first tried to struggle, but it was of no use. Then he tried to call for help, but given how unfamiliar he was about his own physique it came out meaningless and incoherent, as if a wild animal was crying and howling. But alas, nobody came to his rescue. Being alone and seemingly safe for the time being, plus the fact that he no longer that annoying... heat to cloud his judgement, he was finally able to calm down and think about his current situation. Any normal person would be absolutely horrified and regretting the decision to make that deal with the space witch, and indeed Darihel had some second thoughts on the whole thing, but moreover, he was intrigued. Sure the whole heat thing was a big nuisance and having sex with the Witch was...... was.... difficult to put to words, but everything were new. Being in this humanoid form allowed him to experiencing the world in a totally different way, and get to see way more intimately at these strange creatures interacting, though not in a pleasant manner as he had assumed. There was also his nativity and lack of any sense of danger which was inherent for a Spectral Drake, as he simply couldn't imagine just how things could get worse. Which he was soon about to get proven wrong. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted August 1, 2018 Share Posted August 1, 2018 "Ah. You're awake. Excellent." Herrin steps into the room looking over the information he has on the mysterious creature on the table before him. There's almost nothing except the basic information as no one seems to know just what species of alien this 'gift' to the prince is. The doctor sets aside the information to look at the figure strapped down. "Now then, it is time to do some testing and examinations. Gift or not, we can't just give you to His Highness without making sure you don't have some disease or something first." The words are said idly and without much emotion as he goes to wash his hands then snap on some gloves. He's mostly speaking aloud out of habit from working with human patients or when the human owners are with their pets, slaves, or whatever it is he's looking over. "First up is some blood and saliva samples." Pressing a button, one of Darihel's arms is pulls out and a syringe pricks the skin to draw blood which is immediately ran through the system. Another push of a button and the drake's mouth is forced open as another pieces of machine enters to vacuum up a sample that is also ran through various testing systems. "We'll have to get urine and stool samples at some point as well, so if you feel the need to relieve yourself feel free to do so at any time." He states offhandedly while glancing at the screen for results. "So far there's nothing problematic showing up. Let's do a full body scan next." A few buttons later and Darihel is back in his original position while a light goes over him several times. "What's this? How interesting..." The doctor spots what almost appears to be a uterus in the other with a tract to it in the rectum. He makes special note of that then continues on with his examination. "Now, we're going to need more fluid samples and to examine more in-depth." With that the drake suddenly finds himself flipped over so his ass is up in the air, almost face level with Herrin, and his tail held up and out of the way. Without warning the doctor connects a long clear tube to Darihel's flaccid member which immediately begins to create suction and massages the limp flesh causing it to harden and grow. Essentially it is the same device as used to milk cows for milk except is used to collect sperm from male species. As the sperm collector does it's job, claws come out from the ceiling to spread the drake's ass to reveal his hole. "Now, time for the thorough internal inspection." The doctor first inserts a clear tube, after putting some lubricant on it, to see if there is anything lining the walls of the creature's rectum walls. As it is inserted, none other than the prince himself enters the room. "Ah, good day Your Highness. I'm about finished with the examination with your gift if you would like to stay and watch." Herrin leaves the tube partially inserted in the creature to turn and bow to Chernyelo before returning to his task. Seeing nothing but smooth muscle, the tube is remove and one hand goes to spread the hole slightly before the doctor pushes two fingers in to feel deeper. "Hmm, there's the prostate. Good, good... Mmm, can't reach that opening though with my finger. Your Highness, if you'd come over here while I use the camera to probe deeper, there's something I wish to share with you." Chernyelo goes over curious and the drake is ignored as the machine continues to milk him, and the doctor shows the scan revealing the potential uterus in the creature. "I'm going to see if there is a second channel further in and if so you'll just have to be mindful unless you're looking to breed him." "Fascinating. So he's almost reptilian in that aspect then?" He hadn't expected this development, but is pleased at the future potential this could create. The doctor nods while lubricating a long cable with a camera at the head. "Indeed. Now then, let's see what we'll find shall we?" With that the camera is pushed into the abused hole and further in. After a few moments a split off is found and the doctor explores it with interest. "It seems that he does have the channel and means to carry offspring, as well as to self-lubricate as a result." With that, the examination is concluded once the machine has gotten several sperm samples from the creature. Once done the machine is removed and Darihel cleaned off while given a sedative just in case he gets aggressive. After the drake is knocked out he is moved to the prince's chambers which is where he awakes and the prince is within eye sight eating his meal. Around the other's neck is a collar and identification marking him as Chernyelo's property. "Well, now. Good to see you're awake. How are you feeling?" The prince asks with a small smile upon seeing the other move and wake. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted August 2, 2018 Author Share Posted August 2, 2018 Darihel's trail of thought was interrupted when suddenly the room door opened, and a rather stoic man entered the room. While Darihel was surprised, he was not too alarmed, as he did not sense any hostility from him. His speech was also calm and nonthreatening, even though Darihel still struggle to figure out what the man said. With his body and limbs all restrained Darihel could only move his neck a little, so he tried his best to follow the man's movement. It was clear that the wasn't there to release Darihel, then what for? Soon the man moved out of his filed of sight, Darihel could hear the sound of water running. Moments later the man returned but now wearing gloves. Suddenly Darihel felt his hand being moved up, then a slight piercing pain on his skin. Though it wasn't too bad, he wasn't expecting the pain at all so he opened his mouth and made a cry out of surprise. Then something forced his mouth opened and a strange device got inside his mouth and he could feel a brief suction, which was unpleasant to say the least. The strange device was removed, and immediately Darihel began to complain, which again sounded more like some animal groaning than anything coherent or intelligent. Clearly the man didn’t care what he had to say and left to watch some figures appear on a screen, while he could read, it was too far for his humanoid eyes to make out the details. Then his hand was let down and some strange light went over his body. Given that he didn’t feel anything, Darihel figured it must not a a weapon, at least it shouldn't be a deadly dose of radiation or the man would be irradiated himself. Suddenly Darihel was flipped around and lifted up. A hint of pink suddenly appeared adding to the red marks on his face when he could almost much feel the man breathing on his exposed butt. Then he felt something got attached to his flaccid penis. He screamed when he felt the sudden suction around his cock, as it was simply painful on his member still sore from the ordeal he suffered at the hands of the Witch last night. But despite his own exhaustion, blood began to flow towards his groin and forced his member hard. Darihel groaned and moaned painfully as the tube sucked on his member mercilessly. But the worse was yet to come, as he felt his butt being pulled open by something cold and metallic, which felt absolutely horrible. Last night when he was getting violated by the Witch’s tentacles he was under the effect of the heat, which made any pain involved bearable, in fact almost a form of pleasure in itself. But now, with his rear still red and swelling, the machine’s touch brought him nothing but pain. The same moment when he felt something cold and thick enter his butt he heard the sound of the door again. He looked towards the source of the sound and his heart almost skipped a bit when he recognized who the comer was. “^^&&%?!” Darihel yelled in panic as he saw the one human all this was for in the first place, the man with black hair and those mysterious golden eyes. He couldn’t imagine a worse way to have their first encounter. Shortly after the hard object was removed, and he felt the man’s hand reaching inside his body and began to press around. Though he hated to admit, but it felt good when the man pressed on that sensitive spot down his rear, perhaps due to some lingering effect o his heat, he was almost itching for more. Instinctively his butt wiggled in response, but the man quickly withdrawn his hand. Instead he felt something long and tube like crawling down his rear. While he couldn’t quite see what the black-haired man was doing, Darihel could only assume that he was seeing everything the other man was, which meant not only his sexual organ erected and getting sucked on, but also deep inside his body. He couldn’t help but shudder at their gaze, and knowing that the man he was looking for was watching him somehow made everything more intense. With a loud moan he came, releasing a thin stream of sperm down the tube. But the machine had no intention to stop and the intense sensation caused him to scream in pain. He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, nor when did the black-haired man left. All he could remember was that he was strapped to the machine for a long time, likely longer than he realize since he fell unconscious by the end. When he woke up again he was still very exhausted, but his mind was alert and excited as he realized he had been moved to yet another totally different environment, which seemed to happen quite a lot recently. He looked around and was amazed by how lavishly decorated the place was. His gaze then fell on the familiar man eating his meal just nearby. “@@#^%!” Darihel yelled in surprise as he tried to get up and approach the man, but he had forgotten just how unfamiliar with walking he was, and stumbled right at the man’s feet. He looked up with his eyes opened wide, practically sparkling with excitement, his tail waggling behind. He was so excited that he didn’t even notice the collar now firmly fixed around his neck. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted August 2, 2018 Share Posted August 2, 2018 Chernyelo watches in amusement as his 'gift' jolts up in surprise then tries to walk to him, only to fall right at the prince's feet. Between the wide sparkling eyes and wagging tail, the drake reminds him of an overeager and affectionate puppy. The thought causes him to let out a low laugh. The spectral drake turned into a base human companion. How amusing. Reaching out he lightly runs his fingers through the other's hair, pushing the strands back to get a better look at his pet's face. "So happy to see me, yet you don't even know me do you? You almost remind me of a puppy one of my siblings had." He muses aloud. Slowly his fingers trail from the long strands of hair down the grey-skinned cheeks, to the slim neck, to trace along the collar and flick the tag. "Now this must stay on. It's important to keep you marked as belonging to me. Nod if you understand." He waits a moment then settles back in his chair. After looking at the kneeling figure a moment longer, he reaches out and grabs a plate which he sets in front of the other. "I'm sure it has been awhile since you've eaten, so go ahead." The late holds various items on it, but all of them are things meant to be easy on the stomach and digestion since it is unclear what the other eats. Letting the other examine and eat his food, Chernyelo returns to his own meal. As he eats, his thoughts wander on how to 'play' with his new pet. Perhaps the best way would be to treat him like a pet, the humanoid-drake has no ability to talk currently after all, and so wouldn't be viewed as companionship material sexually. Instead he'll treat the being like what he acts like. A puppy. One to be trained and allowed to sleep by him at night to keep him warm, or even to keep him company while traveling, but nothing more. Well, unless the other gets tired of seeing his master be serviced by others and decides to step up. Plan decided, he idly wonders how long it'll take the other before standing up. "Come on then. We had best get you at least something to wear to make you suitable for the public." He grabs a leash and connects it to the drake's collar before starting towards the door, but moves slowly enough to allow the other to attempt to walk. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted August 3, 2018 Author Share Posted August 3, 2018 Darihel was excited to finally able to get so close to the black-haired human. Despite all of his trails and tribulations, as well as the unfortunate circumstances of their first real encounter, all seemed worthwhile. Darihel was impressed by just how “real” the man seemed in comparison to all the images and statues he had collected back in his little cave, which may sound redundant or ridiculous, but it was really the first time he got to be this close to him. When he reached for his hair Darihel was simply overwhelmed with joy, in a way not so different from a teenage girl reacting to her favorite celebrity, and in leaned into the man's palm as he felt the gentle touch on his cheek, until the hand reached his neck and he finally realized the alien object now strapped there. "#&%$*??" Darihel whined as he tried to pull the object off but with little success. While he couldn't understand what the man was saying, given the direction of his gaze and where the man was touching, Darihel figured he must be talking about this collar around his neck. While he wasn't exactly pleased with this accessory, if it was a gift from the man then he had no choice but to accept. When Darihel turned his gaze back up and the man had returned to his original seat, and a plate has been placed in front of him. The smell quickly caused rumbling sounds from Darihel's stomach. Given the circumstances Darihel figured these must be food, and was about to lean down to eat from the plate directly, then he looked at the man eating and remembered the fact that he also have hands. Darihel picked up a chuck of food and brought it close to his nose, taking a few sniffs, then tossed the thing into his mouth and slowly started chewing. His face immediately brightened as the food stimulated his taste buds. As expected he quickly finished the rest of the plate and was actually a little bit unsatisfied. But having no way to voice his request he just sat there and waited for the man to finish his meal. The man certainly took much longer to eat, and had more elegance in his movement while doing so, which Darihel observed keenly. Darihel also didn’t miss any slight shift in the man’s expressions, who seemed to be amused about something, and he found himself mesmerized by the gentle grin on the man’s lips. Shortly after the man finished his meal. He went to get a leash and connected to Darihel’s collar, then began to lead him away to somewhere. Thankfully the man wasn’t harsh with the leash and just gave him the slightest pull, he was also slow in his movements so Darihel managed to keep up, with his hands supporting himself on the wall nearby. In truth Darihel was a little upset because he would’ve followed if the man just pointed or gestured him to follow him anyway. “Yes! Gestures! Why didn’t I think of that before?” Darihel thought to himself as he stopped and refused to move any further. “Ah..ugh..... Ah..i... Dari....” The drake tried his best to pronounce his name but all the more complicated magnetic pulse and energy fluctuation in his Draken name were lost as his human physique simply wasn’t built for such things, not that the human would be able to appreciate the nuances anyway. So at the end he gave up and just made the most basic sound as he pointed to himself: “Dari..hel... Darihel! Darihel!” He then pointed to the human and made a few sounds with a tone suggesting that they were questions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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