Under the Sea of Stars (hal7283 and StainedCrimson, 18+, private)

[StainedCrimson]

When the other refuses to move, the prince frowns when turning to look at the other. He has things to do and little time to get the 'gift' at least clothed to be able to go in public. However, when the creature begins to attempt to talk, the irritation fades to curiosity. Interesting... He's learning how to talk. When the humanoid-drake finally manages to spit out his name and tries to do gestures, Chernyelo decides to tease the other some.

 

"Darihel? That's not my name, but how about we say it's yours hmm? Now come on, we have to hurry otherwise I'll need to leave you here while I go to work." He replies and this time gets the other moving by putting a hand between Darihel's shoulder blades to move him along and goes at a faster pace to keep him from stopping again.

 

Soon Darihel is led to a room and is whisked away by several people once the prince tells them that he is looking to clothe his 'gift' that he has just received. The drake is measured,prodded, and moved around until finally they release him after putting on a pair of pants that are soft and loose. One of the workers had cut the back and sewed strings that could tie the paints in place to go above the tail so that it could be worn without interfering with his tail.

 

"This is the best I can do with what I have until his new clothes are ready." The head seamstress states while bowing apologetically.

 

Chernyelo gives a small smile and retakes the leash. "Not too worry. I knew it would be unlikely that we had attire for anything with a tail. This will do until you're able to make other items." He glances at Darihel and turns to leave. "Come on then. Time for me to get some work done and then I can show you around a bit before dinner." Leading the way, the pair heads towards the prince's office where he has two assistants that are at desks in the room before to handle matters that are beneath his attention.

 

They stand and bow while offering greetings as Chernyelo passes by, and stare at Darihel for a long moment before returning to work. Instead the office is a large desk, several bookshelves, a couch to one side, and two chair on one side of the desk with another behind it. "Alright. You may look around a bit, but try to behave yourself." He states while removing the leash before going to the desk, and once settled in his chair, begins to go through various correspondences and reports regarding the incident he had been in not so long ago. There is evidence from the salvaged parts of the ship that there had been potential tampering which causes the explosion to happen and he intends to find out who did it.

[hal7283]

Darihel smiled when he heard the man saying his name, but his joy was short lived as he did not get a self introduction in response. Darihel whined in dissatisfaction, but his protest was in vain as he was pushed along by the man. Soon enough they reached a strange room, and the black haired man left him at the mercy of a group of strangers.

 

“@$$^!” Darihel cried in surprise as the strangers got their hands all over his body. Given the fact that the Spectral Drakes were not a species fond of physical contact, Darihel really had very little experience in this regard. So all the physical contacts he got ever since he got this humanoid form were a little overwhelming for him. He tried to struggle, but he was easily overpowered by the group of men as Darihel still had problem controlling his own body. Before he really got wild though it all ended, and Darihel found himself wearing something over his lower body. He looked down and back curiously at the fabric now concealing his sexual organs. While Darihel wasn’t used to wearing clothing, he was quite thankful to finally get his groin covered, as he felt awfully exposed and vulnerable with those things dangling around. It even had a slit which allowed his tail to get through and move around freely, which was something the drake found to be absolutely ingenious. He felt a little bad for struggling so much while the men tried to help him be more modest, and actually bowed to them slightly before he was lead away from the room.

 

Darihel looked around curiously as he was lead in a quite lavish room, surrounded by quite a lot of ornaments and trinkets made from rare metals and gems, as well as a very impressive collection of some primitive recording medium, a.k.a. books. Darihel was aware that many races employed various mediums to store information, with papers being one of them. Most of such inefficient forms would get replaced by digital storage once the technology became available. Yet the humans seemed to have retained a fascination in paper even after they’ve developed much more sufficient ways to store and transfer knowledge. The black haired man said something before sitting down at a big desk and began to go over some information. Given the concentrated expression on the man’s face Darihel figured the information must be on serious matters, so he decided to stay quiet and not disturb the man at work.

 

At first he just found a spot near the man and stared at him, noticing some of the small details which were missing from portraits and holograms he had on the man. But soon he found counting the man’s eyelashes to be tedious, so he decide to look around, taking a few books and flipped through them. Though he could not understand the print, he did enjoy all the pictures and diagrams inside, and was amazed to find the extent of the humans have spread across the universe through a few well drawn maps, and also their brutal efficiency during that process, made evident by a picture of a literal mountain of corpses after what Darihel presumed to be a battle against another species. Some might have found the scene appalling, or horrifying, and may thus harbor negative opinions towards the humans who committed such atrocities. But Darihel was pretty neutral about it. While Spectral Drakes were not aggressive themselves, they were not naive enough to think that the universe was free of conflict and strife. Having witnessed the rise and fall of countless empires and species, they have an almost nihilistic view on the life of others, or themselves for that matter. This was also true for the young drake, though to a lesser extent as he was a lot more invested in the lives of other beings than others of his kind, or he wouldn’t have found himself here at the human’s disposal.

 

It was then did Darihel finally remembered the terms of his deal with the Witch. He was given a humanoid body so he could approach and learn about the black haired human. In exchange he’d given the Witch a part of his body. But as part of the deal he’d have to secure a “kiss of love” from the prince within six months. He was so thrilled about the prospect of becoming humanoid that he didn’t remember to ask what would be the consequence if he fail to meet that condition. He remembered having that “heat” and then having to be relieved of it by sexual intercourse, which was apparently a side-effect of his drastic transformation. Would it become worse if he fail? Or perhaps even worse things awaits him? The sensation of the heat and the feeling of being violated by the Witch’s tentacles in and out came like a flashback, and a shiver came up his spine, though he couldn't tell it was one of disgust or.... something else. He would have to contact the Witch and get the terms of their deal straight at some point, in the meantime, he should probably get going with the whole “kiss of love” thing just to be safe.

 

Darihel turned his gaze back at the human. He wasn’t quite sure what exactly does “love” entails, as it was quite literally a “alien” concept for the drake. But he understood the term well enough to know that it suggests some sort of affection and commitment. Given the fact that the human decided to keep him around, Darihel figured that the human must at least consider him to be tolerable, but anything beyond that he couldn’t quite be sure. Asking would be pointless, as he couldn’t speak nor understand human speech, plus he was worried that interrupting the man’s concentration would make a bad impression. So he turned his attention inward instead. If he was to make the man think favorably of him, the least he could do was to understand what exactly was he trying make the human like.

 

Darihel began to stretch and turn, getting more and more used to his body in the process. Though hopelessly fragile comparing to his original draken body, this humanoid form was rather sturdy given its size, likely a result of needing to cramp a drake into something this small. By now Darihel had already gotten a pretty good idea regarding his new physiology, all the body parts and limbs and stuff, all it was left was to understand just how much strength he had, and what was required to actually accomplish movements. In no time Darihel was able to move around with surprising speed, agility and arguably, grace. It was quite a contrast to the almost infant like clumsiness only a short while before. Since Spectral Drakes move around through manipulating energy fields around them and rarely used their muscles, it was quite a thrilling sensation to move and hop around like this, so much so that a few chuckles escaped his lips. But in his excitement he accidentally knocked a pot off a shelf. Thankfully he was able to catch it with his tail just before it hit ground. Darihel turned his gaze back at the human nervously, hoping that he was too concentrated on his work to notice the earlier near-miss.

[StainedCrimson]

Chernyelo had ignored the other's antics at first, but the more Darihel had moved around the room. Setting down the various items that have made it past his secretaries, he watches the drake begin to learn and test his new form. When the pot gets knocked off and caught, the prince catches the other's gaze with a raised eyebrow and a faintly amused look. "I suppose that being trapped inside all the time must be rather dull for you."

 

Standing up the prince stretches before going over to the drake and reattaching the leash. "Come on then. Perhaps once you learn your way around and it's known you're mine the leash won't be as needed anymore." He muses aloud while exiting the room, pausing between the two desks of his 'guards'. "I will be going outside for a time. Please have a small desk and work set up for me." The two bow and the more senior staff leaves to take care of the order as the prince leads the way out.

 

After walking for some time, Chernyelo leads them outside to what is clearly a private garden as there are guards at the entrance. The garden has a path that they follow and it leads to a small pavilion where a desk and paperwork sit waiting. Surrounding the pavilion are several species of trees and fauna that are rare or endangered creating a calming, yet exotic scene. Nearby is a small waterfall that empties into a pond that has several species swimming around in it.

 

"Alright. This should give you plenty of space to run around until dinner." With that he undoes the leash and motions the other to explore before heading to the prepared desk. Sitting down, the prince alternates his attention between his work and keeping an eye on the other.

 

The work is soon finished, for now as it never seems to truly end, and Chernyelo stands up to stretch and walk a bit before laying down in a cushy pile of grass near the pond. Idly he watches the other before drifting off in a light slumber until a servant comes by, coughing just loud enough to wake the prince.

 

"Sorry to wake you, Your Highness. Dinner is ready." The servant bows.

 

Laughing faintly he nods and sits up, one hand reaching out in a stretch as the other covers his yawn. "Very well. Make sure those papers get back to my office." He states while standing up then looks for Darihel to put the leash on to lead him back to the labyrinth that seems to make up his home so that they may get something to eat.

 

In the dining room, there is a long table with several people at it who stand and bow as the prince enters. They sit only after the prince sits and indicates they do the same. Darihel is provided with a cushion beside the prince's chair as the meal is brought out.

 

"Prince Chernyelo, have they caught the person responsible for your ship yet?" One nearby person asks in a low whisper while leaning closer. When the prince shakes his head, the man frowns. "They had better get a move on it. It's unacceptable that someone dared to take our Prince's life and hasn't paid for it yet."

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Darihel was quite embarrassed when he noticed the man starring at him when he caught the falling pot. While he did not understand what the man said afterwards, judging by the tone of his voice and the amused look, the man was not too mad about the little incident. But Darihel did felt sorry about the near miss, as he knew very well how annoying it could be if someone mess with your property, as his own little collection had to be relocated several times due to explores accidentally stumble upon it or other space creatures nesting there. He got a little nervous when the man approached, thinking that he was about to get scolded for his behavior, but the man simply attached the leash to his collar and lead him away. As curious as ever Darihel couldn't help but be feel excited about exploring more of this strange place.

 

And the place they ended up at was strange indeed. Even though they were within architectural complex, somehow there was this perfectly preserved pocket of nature right in the middle of it, which given the kind off life forms which could be found there, must be a miniature recreation of the ecosystem humans originated from. Curiously the man said something before sitting down at a table in the middle of this artificial nature and started working again, and Darihel couldn't help but feel puzzled by this weird behavior: why move all the way out here just to continue doing the same thing? In the end Darihel just attributed it to human eccentricity.

 

With that behind him, Darihel began to explore the place, walking on the soft green grass, climbing trees, hopping between tall branches as if walking on flat land. The long tail Darihel had really helped while he hopped around, not only helped him keep balance but also acted as a fifth limb grabbing onto things for support. On first glance one would almost mistaken him for some apes from earth. Just as he had about enough all the exploring he noticed the man had left his seat and laid down on the grass near the small pond. Darihel quickly jumped off from the top of the tree and silently landed beside the man. Since all the portraits, statues and holograms of the human all depicted him with eyes opened, it was the first time Darihel saw the man in such peaceful rest. Darihel got down on all fours and looked at the man closely, he remembered the condition of the deal he made with the Witch, and for a brief moment he was about to kiss the man in his sleep, but quickly he gave up on the idea, as he knew it would certainly not be a kiss of "love". But then again, the man's lips just seemed so... appetizing...

 

It was at that moment did another human suddenly showed up. Startled, Darihel quickly hopped away to a safe distance. He watched as the man got up from the grass and looked around, likely for him, so he approached the man again as if nothing had happened. Again the man attached a leash to his collar and lead him away. This time Darihel found himself being lead into a large room with a needlessly long table. The man sat at one end while he was given a soft cushion next to him on the ground. Darihel was a bit upset for not able to sit at the table like the human, but as others joined the prince and occupied the seats, Darihel just figured they must have a shortage of chairs, and needed to reserve them for more important guests. Having no choice, Darihel let out a sigh and sat down beside the human.

 

Soon enough the food for the humans were brought in, and Darihel was given a plate not that different from the one he had earlier. Darihel began to eat as he tried his best to decipher what the humans were talking about. Slowly but surely he was able to find certain patterns, repeating syllables such as "Prince" or "Chernyelo", which seemed to occure most frequently when the other humans addressed the black-haired one. So Darihel waited when the conversations between them seeemd to die out and tucked on the human's cloth to get his attetnion. He looked up at the human while pointing at him, and said in an uncertain tone: "Prince? Chernyelo?"

[StainedCrimson]

When Darihel speaks, those nearby enough to hear stop and look in amazement. "It can speak? How fascinating. Tell me Your Highness, what species is it? I've never seen anything like that one." One ma leans closer to peer down at the drake from his seat, though not so close as to be within touching distance.

 

Chernyelo gives a faint smile and shrugs. "At the moment none of those who have examined him seem to be able to identify his species. So at this moment I have no information on Darihel to give you."

 

"Darihel? Is that it's name? Most unique." Another person murmurs while leaning over the table slightly to get a look at the creature beside the prince.

 

Ignoring them, Chernyelo looks down at Darihel and gives a smile. "Yes, that is correct. I am known as Prince Chernyelo." Tilting his head he looks down at the other's plate and signals for a servant to come over. "More food for him and something to drink." The servant nods and steps away for a few moments before coming back with another plate of food and a cup of water for Darihel which is set down after the old plate is whisked away.

 

More of the other people shift to try and get a look at the new pet of their prince, some even have their own beside them. Slowly the topics move back to other affairs such as how trades and new alliances are coming along, the King's plans for the year, and if the prince has found anyone to marry. At the topic of marriage, Chernyelo laughs and leans back while waving a dismissive hand. "No, there's no one as of yet. Not for lack of others' attempts though." The comment causes the rest to laugh and begin discussing potential candidates and promising that they'll be at upcoming events.

 

Finally the dinner wraps up and the people disperse either to their room or hotel. Leading the other away, he finally makes it back to his room where he sighs and stretches. "Always the same and never anything new." He sighs to himself before glancing over at Darihel. "Well, except you I suppose." He gives a quirk of the lips in a grin before taking off the leash and setting it aside. "Now then, time for a bath and a nice glass of wine to relax I think."

 

Striding across the room, he begins to undress and sets the items on a chair before entering the bathing chamber. A large in-ground tub takes up a corner and the prince steps right in and settles on a bench with his arms spread out on the edge of the tub on either side. The heat and steam causing his muscles to relax.

 

As he soaks in the tub, a servant enters and sets a bucket with a bottle of wine on the floor by Chernyelo, then prepares the bed with a blanket and pillow on end of the bed for Darihel. Almost like what one would do for a dog. Taking the glass that has already been poured for him, he takes a long swallow of it before humming in appreciation of the taste. Glancing over at where he can spot Darihel, he waits to see what the other will do.

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Darihel was overjoyed when the man, Prince, Chernyelo, responded to his call. Finally, after so much trouble, he learned the man's name, and made the first successful exchange. "Prince CHernyelo, Prince Chernyelo!" Darihel called happily much like a baby learning its first word. To make things even better Chernyelo called one of the other humans and brought more food and water for Darihel, which was just the thing he needed. Darihel couldn't help but feel that he was being rewarded for his successful attempt to communicate, which really made Darihel proud of himself. While he noticed that the other humans seemed to got more interested about him since he spoke, Darihel was used to being the subject of awe and curious gazes even back when he had his old body, so he didn't mind them much. What did got Darihel's attention though was the fact that some of the humans also had creatures with collars around them, who were of different size and species. There was even one human! Darihel had difficulty understanding why humans put collars on other creatures to begin with, and why they'd put one on a fellow human was just beyond his comprehension.

 

Eventually the meal ended, and he followed Chenyelo back to his room. This time his footsteps was a lot more certain and his strides faster. They got back to the room much quicker than when they went out. He watched curiously as the human sighed and stretched his body, seemingly tired. As the man walked across the room he began to shed his clothing, and Darihel simply couldn't keep his eyes off him. While technically he had seen the man's body since back when he had his old body he was pretty much able to see through all the fabric and observe him as if he was naked. But now with his vision much limited in comparison, he ironically was able to observe the man clearer, as all the unnecessary detail such as spatial fluctuation was no longer there to obscure his perception. He was looking at the man in the way which he was meant to be seen. Mesmerized by the wonder of Chernyelo's body, Darihel almost instinctively followed the man to his bathroom and watched as he entered the water. Darihel didn't really have any idea when it comes to bathing, as it wasn't something which he required back when he had his old body, and he wasn't conscious when they cleaned all the slime and filth off him after he got violated by the space witch. So he was clueless as to why Chernyelo decided to suddenly cook himself in hot water. He out the tip of his tail into the water and felt its temperature, and found the temperature to be rather pleasant. Darihel was about to step into the bath himself until one of the humans handing Chernyelo drinks suddenly yelled at him, and he got the point even without understanding the words. But Darihel knew who was really in charge, so he turned his gaze towards Chernyelo and just stared at him, waiting for the man's reaction.

[StainedCrimson]

Chernyelo watches the exchange with interest and some amusement, particularly when Darihel shows little interest in what the servant is yelling at him; choosing instead to look at the prince for direction. "It seems he already knows who's in charge." He chuckles causing the servant to huff in annoyance before looking at their liege.

 

"Sire, a pet shouldn't just invite themselves into your bath." The servant protests while shooting daggers with his eyes at the drake.

 

The prince hums while tilting his head to the side. "I suppose that is true, though as his owner it is up to me to decide what he is allowed to do." His tone hardens slightly while looking at the servant who instantly lowers their eyes in shame and embarrassment. Having reprimanded the servant, his gaze returns to Darihel. "Now then, you wait until I'm done." Between the look and hand gesture, the prince conveys his will that the other waits. Watching out of the corner of his eye he then takes a long swallow of his drink, setting it aside before starting to wash himself. Slowly. And oh so thoroughly.

 

Every now and then, such as when a limb has been washed and rinsed off, he takes another drink of wine before moving on the next until he stands up and moves to sit on the edge of the tub. Making sure the other hasn't moved, he moves on to his legs while the servant washes his back. Done with his legs, Chernyelo internally grins as he spreads his legs to wash his genitals. Wash completed, he rinses off then gets out and is handed a towel by the servant who then gathers the glass and wine.

 

Wiping himself with the towel with one hand, the other motions at Darihel towards the bath. "Now you may wash." That done, he leaves the bathroom to continue drying off and puts on a robe. Settling down in a chair resumes drinking his wine while reading for pleasure off of a tablet.

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Darihel watched the exchange between the Prince and the other human, and it soon became clear that he was right when it comes to the power dynamics in this place. Chernyelo had power, though he wasn't sure the exact nature of it, but he was certainly in command. For a moment he interpreted it as Chernyelo's consent for him to come into the bath, but given the tone and gesture of the man when he talked to him, Darihel realized that wasn't the case. Feeling a little down, Darihel just sat beside the bath and waited. But as a little sign of defiance the tip of he laid his tail down on the floor so the tip was just touching the surface of the water. watched as the swarm of humans got their hands all over Chernyelo, presumably to clean him. To be honest he was a little bit jealous of those man because he never got to touch Chernyelo himself.

 

But his displeasure quickly turned to something else, something the young drake couldn't quite understand. Darihel couldn't help but be mesmerized by the man's body. As he watched Chernyelo standing up and revealing his body completely, glistening with water and soap, Darihel could feel a strange urge rising from the depth of his body. It was weird, alien, new yet... familiar at the same time. He tried to remember when was the last time he felt like this, and the closest thing he could think of was the "heat" he felt shortly after he woke up on this planet. Obviously it was not as intense as the heat, but its effect was similar indeed, which meant....

 

Darihel hurriedly turned his back towards the prince as he looked down. With a clear blush on his blueish gray face he saw the bulge forming in his pants, which thankfully concealed his erected sexual organ. Just because Spectral Drakes doesn't wear clothes doesn't mean they don't have a concept of decency, and concealing their sexual organs was one of the few. He couldn't help but wonder just how these creatures managed to evolve to the space age with their most vulnerable parts dangling out without protection. Then figured it must be why they developed a clothing culture.

 

While Darihel tried to calm himself down, Chernyelo apparently finished being bathed. The man said something and gestured the bath, which Darihel interpreted as his permission to go in, which he happily obliged, partly just to hide the erection he still had from the human. Obviously he didn't bother to take his shorts off, but that was of little concern at the moment. Chernyelo's bath was so large that Darihel was able to swim a little in it, which he found absolutely thrilling. As much as he found being a humanoid thrilling and exciting, he was a little afraid, and being able to swim like this even in such shallow waters made him feel like he was a Spectral Drake again, if only for a brief moment. But after a short while he found himself running out of air so he went to the edge and just laid his head on the edge resting. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot water enveloping him in a warm embrace. It reminded him when he used to just curl up on the orbit of a sun and just bathe in the heat. He would just stay there for days, months, sometimes even years enjoying the radiation and sleep, which was similar to what was happening right now. Before long Darihel had his eyes closed and was dreaming of sun bathing.

[StainedCrimson]

Chernyelo had left the bathroom before seeing Darihel enter the bath in his shorts, but not before noticing the sudden change in behavior with the interest in hiding himself after seeing the prince being washed. Not reading his book as the images replay themselves in his mind, he chuckles lowly to himself before setting the book down as a knock sounds at his door. A slow grin appears as he sets the book to the side. "Come in." The door opens revealing an attractive human male dressed in loose and nearly translucent material. "Ah, Byrin welcome."

 

 

 

 

The male steps closer, hips swaying as a small and almost shy smile appears on his face. "Good evening Your Highness. I heard that you might want a little distraction before bed." As the male gets closer he starts to dance to and then around the prince. Slowly circling ever closer, until with a flourish the dancer finishes in a position on his knees before the noble.

 

As Chernyelo is getting his entertainment, the servant had gone to check on the prince's new pet. Seeing the other wearing clothing in the bath causes him to let out an aggravated sigh before going over to him. "You! Take off your clothes this instant! Clothes are not meant to be worn in the tub!" Grabbing the drowsing drake, he's lifted out of the tub to where the servant quickly and efficiently takes off the pants then shoves a cloth and some soap into the other's hands. "Now get too washing! I expect you to be clean upon my return." With a huff the servant leaves after wringing as much water out of the potentially ruined pants as he can.

 

The servant keeps his eyes averted as the dancer finishes and is kneeling before the prince. Though there is some envy as the male is from the selected few to be part of Chernyelo's small harem that is required by all nobility to have. Some tradition that the meaning has long since been forgotten but remains active. While the servant gets to touch his liege regularly, it is never in the manner that the servant would wish unlike the attractive dancer who was chosen to be one of the few to please the prince.

 

Chernyelo takes a subtle sniff and inwardly grins as he senses the servant's desire, teasing the servant with their dynamic rarely fails to amuse him. Tonight, however, it is quickly over-shadowed by one kneeling before him who begins to massage him starting with his feet and working his way up, the robe spreading open bit by bit as Byrin works ever higher. As the slim male rises to continue massaging higher, a soft quick kiss is placed on the tip of Cheryelo's cock before moving on.

 

Eventually Byrin is seated on the prince's lap, arousal curved along the his backside as he gives his master a scalp massage. "So tense master. I would take care of you more if you'd allow it." The voice soft and low, still holds a husky edge of lust and care while the voice's owner rubs back against the hard flesh pressing against them.

 

With a low laugh, the prince opens his eyes and strokes a hand through the long soft strands of the male on his lap before pushing down slightly. "Who am I to deny your care? Get us both ready hmm?" The dancer elegantly slides off his lap to once more kneel before him, but this time doesn't stop with a mere kiss to the hard flesh before them. No, first he presses his face into the juncture of thigh to breathe deeply the musky scent that is there. Then licks from base to tip before sucking the flesh eagerly into his mouth while making swift work of his pants.

 

Eager and hungry noises soon escape the kneeling male he licks, sucks, and nibbles at Chernyelo's hard flesh and even lavishes attention on the sensitive sack below. As Byrin pleasures the prince, he slicks fingers with oil, kept tucked around the room for this reason, and provides a display of stretching himself in order to receive the other into his body.

 

Chernyelo grunts and gives small thrusts into the eager mouth pleasing him, one hand tight in the strands of hair and the other on the arm of the chair. All the while waiting to see how the little drake will react to seeing the scene unfolding.

 

During this the servant had returned and silently went to the bathroom to make sure Darihel was clean, and if not then to clean him himself, before briskly drying him off. "There." With that the servant leaves for the night. Hearing the drake leaving the bathroom, Chernyelo allows himself to release into the eager mouth and throat currently embracing him, a few thrusts flooding the dancer's mouth causing some to leak out despite eagerly swallowing as much as he can.

 

"Please, more?" Byrin asks panting while continuing to finger himself, his own cock hard and leaking even as the bits of leaked cum dribble down his chin. Giving a happy exclamation at Chernyelo's nod, he eagerly climbs onto the prince's lap and moans when the still hard flesh pushes into him. Soon both are preoccupied with one another as Byrin rides the prince, head tossed back letting out moans and gasps as he's taken and the prince plays with his chest. It doesn't take the dancer long to cum, but doesn't stop moving as the prince continues to thrust into him not having yet reached his second orgasm. The dancer gives a strangled moan as he has a dry orgasm when Chernyelo finally comes and fills the eager body with more cum. The two slump in the chair in the afterglow. Throughout it all, the prince had kept an eye on the drake's reactions.

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Darihel was enjoying the nap in the hot bath when he was suddenly awoken by the angry voice of someone. He opened his eyes and turned his gaze to the source of the voice, and it was none other than the man who scolded him for entering the bath in the first place. Understandably Darihel's view of him was not favorable, but he wasn't going to lash out for such trivial things. The next thing he knew, the drake was being lifted up from the tub and the man stripped him of the only piece of cloth covering his body. Darihel raised his complaints in the form of a incoherent whine, but then he was given a cloth and a rectangular object which the group of men used to create bubbles when they washed Chernyelo. For a moment Darihel was confused, as he thought the man wanted him to wash him, then the man left and he finally realized he wanted Darihel to wash himself.

 

To be honest Darihel only wanted to go into the water to hide his erection from Chernyelo, enjoying the hot bath and taking a nap was but a fortunate byproduct. He also didn't feel like he needed any cleaning, but he was really quite dirty after all the running and hopping around in the garden, and then when he ate with his hands and inevitably got some stains on himself during dinner. While swimming in the tub washed a considerable amount of that filth off, it's likely still dirty by imperial palace standards. Darihel was also a little curious about this rectangular thing himself, so he began to rub it against his skin just like the men had done to Chernyelo. For a moment he was a little taken back by the slippery feeling, as it reminded him of the Space Witch's slime when he was violated by the tentacles. But as the pleasant flowery fragrance reached his nostrils he quickly began to relax. After a short while he finished cleaning himself, and soon the loud man returned, this time he took Darihel out of the bath and dried him up. At this point he was starting to think that the man may not be so bad after all.

 

Now having no clothes, Darihel resorted to hiding his groin with his tail as he left the bathroom. He was completely caught off guard by the scene transpiring in front of his eyes. Darihel watched with astonishment as the scantly dressed human knelt in front of Chernyleo and had the prince's erection inside his mouth, sucking on it as if it was some delicious treat. It was quite a surreal thing to behold since only a day ago Darihel thought a male's sexual organ can only go into a female's orifice, then he learned the hard way that some people would put their dicks in others' ass ,and it was arguably a pleasurable experience for both participants. And now he was seeing someone pleasuring another man by their mouth! The term "culture shock" can't even begin to describe what Darihel was going through. Feeling awkward and inappropriate, Darihel hurriedly slipped behind a column to give Cheryelo some resemblance of privacy, his face red both from being in the hot bath earlier but also embarrassment. Darihel understood that animals are very vulnerable when breeding, and being seen while during it must be disconcerting. Again he'd learned that the hard way when Chenryleo entered the room while doctor was essentially raping him. But then again, if there's one word you can use to describe Darihel, it would be curious.

 

Cautiously Darihel peaked from behind the column at Chernyelo and the stranger, who he was able to get a better look now. The man had clean, delicate features with a slim and lithe body. The nearly translucent fabric did little to conceal the man's form, but they seemed to accentuate the man's aesthetic appeal. Darihel had to admit that the man was an outstanding specimen of the human race when it comes to physical beauty, but in a different way than Chernyelo, who Darihel still held as the epitome of human perfection. Darihel saw as the man climbed up to the bed and guided Chernyelo's erection into his ass, and proceeded to move up and down. Judging by the high pitched moaning the man was certain that he was enjoying himself immensely. During all this Darihel just couldn't move his gaze away, his breathing became heavy, his waist moved on its own accord and rubbed his erected member against the tail which was supposed to be there for modesty sake. There was also a strange itch deep within his rear, which Darihel had no idea how to deal with. If only it wasn't the scantly dressed human, but himself riding Chernyelo's erection....

 

It was when the man moaned out loudly did Darihel snapped out of his lust filled mind, surprised and confused by his own desire towards Chernyelo. He realized what he was doing with his tail unconsciously and hurriedly stopped, which only left his member erected, twitching, and unsatisfied. The humans continued for a while until Chernyelo finally stopped, seemingly satisfied, and the two of them just stayed there panting, while Darihel remained there clearly aroused, but too confused about the situation to do anything about it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

p.s.

 

Will the servant and Bryn be reoccurring characters? I rather like Bryn, maybe he could teach a few tricks to Darihel once it's established that Darihel is part of the harem? I mean you can't let a untrained creature pleasure the prince can you?

 

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"Mmm, it has been far too long since I've last been able to serve you... Try to not make me wait as long next time?" Byrin murmurs while nuzzling the prince's neck, the slowly softening member still inside him though neither male moves to hurry the process. When Chernyelo let out a chuckle at the other's words, the lithe male smiles and sits up a bit. "Shall I help you clean up before bed?" At his nod, Byrin finally lifts himself off of the prince and goes to a nearby wash basin and pitcher. Bringing them over he then pours water into the basin then begins to gently clean Chernyelo's groin, and once done sets about cleaning himself off.

 

Clean once more, Chernyelo stands up and gives a lanquid stretch. "Now then, let us get some rest before morning hmm? Hopefully my newest gift won't bother you too much." He had seen the drake try to hide while watching what was going on, and clearly enjoyed the show though also confused by it. Byrin looks up at the prince in confusion but that morphs into surprise and curiosity when the prince calls out the humanoid drake. "Darihel, come here. Time for bed." He motions at the other while standing by the bed.

 

"What is he?" Byrin asks while leaning close to the drake to inspect him a bit once Darihel walks over.

 

Giving a shrug, causing the robe to slide down one should he lightly directs Byrin to the bed. "The doctor and police have no idea. They're thinking a newly discovered species." Byrin gets in the bed on one side, but still looks at the drake with a questioning look. Chernyelo turns to Darihel and waves a hand at the blankets and pillow set up on a corner of the bed. "This is for you." Secretly he's amused that the servants are treating Darihel like a pet dog instead of a sentient pet, but it comes to little surprise with how little the other is apparently able to communicate or understand.

 

Having shown Darihel his 'sleeping quarters', he gets into the large bed and is soon spooning Byrin who wiggles a little to get closer. With a playful grin the smaller male glances over his shoulder. "If at any time you need a 'home', my 'sheath' is always ready and willing to house you m'lord." The comment is tossed cheekily at his better who merely chuckles.

 

"I will keep that in mind, though 'housing' may all that comment earns you." He drolls out to which the smaller male shudders with a smile. Soon they fall asleep and Darihel is left to his own devices and neglected arousal.

 

Morning time finds Byrin's comment fulfilled as, despite them both being slow to awaken, Chernyelo is indeed settled fully within the other male's body. Shifting with a low hum, Byrin moves in a small stretch that ends in a wriggle to get closer to the body behind him so as to get the thing inside him deeper. This of course leads to Chernyelo, thrusting in response until both are awake and once more engaged in the carnal act Darhiel had witnessed.

 

For the prince, waking up buried in a tight and warm body is one of his favorite things. Though waking up with several tentacles also buried within the body, or bodies if multiple, would be even better. Still, waking up and taking the willing male is a pleasant start to the day. Rolling them over, he pins the lithe body under him and eagerly takes what is freely and happily offered, as evidenced by the loud gasps, moans, and whimpers Byrin gives as his body is eagerly used. This time the prince comes before the pinned male, and Byrin reaches under to finish himself off causing Chernyelo to let out a soft curse as he feels the other release around him triggering another small orgasm.

 

After gathering his breath, he places a light nip and kiss to the exposed shoulder before getting out of bed. "I have to rush off to go inspect something or other, but as always you are welcome to lounge here until you head back." He gives Byrin a relaxed smile then pulls on the clothes set out for him by one of the servants before heading out to begin his day, leaving one of his harem with his new toy.

 

After the door closes, Byrin sits up and stretches before looking over at the drake. Slowly, and with unconscious grace, the male crawls over for a closer look at the prince's newest addition to the house.

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Darihel stood there and watched as the lithe human finally left Chenryelo and went to fetch some water to clean Chenryelo up. He was surprised when the Prince suddenly called his name and gestured him to come close. Darihel wondered could the prince be asking him to join in for a second round, and to be honest, that may not be such a bad idea. Darihel slowly approached with nervous anticipation, ignoring the curious gaze coming from the other human, but to his disappointment the Prince simply slide into the bed with that human beside him, while pointing at a corner of his massive bed where some pillows and blankets were placed. It took him a moment to realize that it was the place he was supposed to sleep. While Darihel was jealous of the human to be able to sleep beside Chernyelo, he was a little relieved to be left alone in his own corner so he could hide his erection without suspicion.

 

The light in the room seemingly dimmed on its own, and the two humans fell asleep snuggling against each other. With a barely audible sigh Darihel curled up into the corner Chernyelo designated for him and arranged the pillows and planckets into a nice comfortable nest before he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down, but the strong scent of sex in the air coming from the two nearby was simply unrelenting. His mind kept playing the earlier sex scenes in repeat, then as his consciousness slowly faded and became more murky, that scene became less clear, morphed, twisted, changed. Instead of the lithe human it was him wearing those translucent clothes and riding Chernyelo's erection. He moaned, he cried, feeling endless joy and pleasure from being penetrated by the man, his hot member pounding deep inside his ass and curing him of the unbearable itch. He looked down at the beautiful man he was joined with and was expecting to see those deep golden eyes, but instead what he saw was a featureless mask. The next moment everything around him changed, the man melted into a swirling mass of slimy tentacles, and as Darihel struggled and screamed in horror he was quickly overwhelmed by the tentacles which was wrapping around his body, covering every inch of his flesh, entering his body through every orifice and even pierced through his skin to create more entrances. As blood and slime splattered everywhere he could hear the voice of the space witch laughing....

 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa...... uh... ah?" Darihel cried as he got up from the little nest he made. He looked at his own body, unharmed, then around the room, seeing no trace of any tentacles, and realized that it was but a dream. He looked down then saw his sexual organ fully erected and covered in a coat of cum, likely a result of the dream/nightmare he just had. Then he heard the shuffling of the bed sheets. He looked around and saw the human crawling close from behind. A frown came to Darihel's face as the smell of cum came to his nostrils, to new to be leftover from last night, which could only mean that Chernyelo had bred the human this morning before he woke up. Just how into sex these humans were?! Though given the slimy morning wood between his legs he was likely the last being in the universe to complain about sexual urges right now.

 

In all honesty, Darihel didn't like the human in front of him right now, basically because he was able to sleep with Chernyelo while he was pushed to the corner of the bed, not that it was an uncomfortable corner. But that was no fault of the human as it was Darihel who was the newcomer in this place, and the human hasn't done anything to harm the drake himself. In any case it was probably a good idea not to create unnecessary foes in a unfamiliar setting. With a little sigh Darieh put his right hand on his chest and said: "Darihel. Da-ri-he-l." He then pointed to the human and made a sound which had a raised tone, suggesting a question.

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Byrin stops when the drake suddenly sits up with a cry, looking around confused and then regards him with an expression that isn't exactly welcoming. Still, when the creature introduces itself the thin male gives a bright smile. "You can talk!" He exclaims happily and sits with his legs curled under him. "Darihel? Ah, that must be your name. I recall Chernyelo calling you that last night. I am Byrin." A slim hand goes to his chest as he says his name. "By-rin." He enunciates just as Darihel did with his name.

 

Shifting Byrin can feel the cum leaking out of him and, having noticed that Darihel had apparently made some sort of mess himself, slides off the bed. Looking over at the creature he holds out a hand and motions for the other to come with. "Come on. I find there's little more enjoyable than a good soak after some morning fun. The servants will probably even have breakfast ready by the time we're done." Taking hold of the other's hand, he takes him into the bathroom and soon has the tub, while already full and ready, filled with lightly scented bubbles. "I so do adore bubble baths." He murmurs with a happy sigh before getting into the water.

 

Once in he arranges them so that Darihel is in front of him and begins to wash the other's hair. "Now then, how did you come to be with the Prince?" He asks while lathering up the shampoo and rubbing the drake's scalp, fingers gently threading through the locks to drag the solution through them.

 

Chernyelo meanwhile wonders how drake is doing without him around and how he's getting along with, arguably his favorite from the harem, Byrin. The with also idly wonders if the heat will re-manifest, and if so, what symptoms he should look out for With a slight shake of his head, he returns his attention to the scattered bits of twisted debris to listen to what the examiner has discovered of what caused his ship to explode. Upon hearing that it was tampered with, he gives a snarling smile. "It would seem that my siblings are making yet another move." The timing conveniently coinciding with the invitations for the upcoming opening gala of the season, which all of them would have received an invite too and be expected to make an appearance at of course.

 

Eyes narrowing, Chernyelo begins to think of ways in which to identify which 'sibling' was responsible and how to best retaliate.

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Darihel watched as the human got excited all of a sudden and introduced himself. He repeated the syllables which came out of the man's mouth: "By...rin... By.rin? Byrin." He quickly got used to pronouncing the name just as he did with CHernyelo's, though he still couldn't understand what the man was saying. While he usually didn't mind much about being observed, with his sexual organ still half hard and covered in cum the man's gaze made him a little bit uncomfortable, so he quickly covered his groin with his tail. Byrin then said something and grabbed his hand, dragging him off the bed. Darihel was confused for a moment but judging from the direction they were heading it was clear that they were heading for the bath. To his surprise the tub was not only filled with water, but also a thick layer of foamy bubbles.

 

Once Darihel was lead into the bath Byrin proceeded to start washing his long hair. He let out a small moan as he felt the other man's hands going along his hair, which was strangely a quite pleasant process. Judging by Byrin's own long hair the man was likely really used to doing this. The man continued to speak as he washed Darihel's hair, which he still couldn't understand the word. But the tone of his voice was a lot friendlier than the man who yelled at him last night and that gave Darihel an idea.

 

"Byrin! Byrin!" Darihel said as he towards the human and put his hands on the man's shoulders. He then hurriedly looked around to find anything suitable, until he just pointed at the tub of water they were in and made a question sounding noise, basically asking Byrin how to speak "water." Until this point all Darihel could understood for certain were names of people, but nothing else, as he was used to perceiving human speech in a much far more over-complicated way. Of course it would depend on whether Byrin understood Darihel's intention or not.

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Byrin, needless to say, was startled by the other yelling his name while suddenly around turning around and grabbing him. When Darihel begins pointing he frowns in confusion. "Are you asking about our bath? Why? Is something wrong with it?" He doesn't really understand what the other is getting at. Speaking slowly he tries to figure out what the other male wants. "We are in a bathtub which is where one washes to get clean."

 

With a huff Byrin looks up with a thoughtful frown. "I'm not even sure I'm explaining this well or if you even understand what I'm saying." Looking back at the drake, he looks at him with one eye contemplatively. "Do you understand anything I'm saying?" It's not that he thinks the other is stupid, but there is a difference between the other just speaking another language versus having no knowledge of language or speech. If the former then Darihel should be able to speak full sentences, just not in a language Byrin possibly know. If the latter then that poses the challenge of teaching the other from the ground up.

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Darihel listened carefully to what Byrin said, even though he could see the human was doing his best trying to communicate with him, whatever Byrin said was still too complicated for Darihel to decipher. But Darihel did notice a short sequence of sound being repeated in Bryin's speech. "Ba...th.... Bath?" Darihel repeated, though he couldn't be sure if the human was referring to just water, or hot water, or the entire tub. But that did gave him a trail of thought to follow. He tried to remember if he had ever overheard any human conversation regarding water or bath in the past, until he recalled a short exchange he overheard once when he ran into a group of human archaeologists excavating an ancient alien city and stumbled upon what they assumed to be a bath of sorts. In truth it was a septic tank back in the days but that was of little concern to Darihel right now.

 

He closed his eyes, tried his best to remember every detail from that exchange, then he compared the word "bath" as he'd just heard from Byrinn moments ago with how he heard it back when he was still a Spectral Drake. He was utterly stunned by just how "simple" human speech really was! No electric-magnetic fluctuations, no gravitational manipulation, not even just plain old psychic waves! It really was just.... sound! Caused by vibration of their vocal cords! Darihel couldn't believe that these creatures actually managed to develop space travel with such basic and primitive communication skills.

 

In any case, now he understood how human speech really works, all he had to do was to filter out all the unnecessary information about it in his mind. Though it will still need quite a lot of getting used to and quite some mental gymnastics to "dumb it down" in his brain. Darihel opened his eyes again and turned his gaze back at Byrin, with great hesitation and nervousness he opened his mouth and said: "Byrin.... ah... ugh... kan.... kan yu andastand me? Am.... am ai making sence?"

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Byrin watches the other closely as Darihel is clearly trying to concentrate. When Darihel finally speaks, broken and jumbled though it may be, he gives the other male a smile. "Well now, that is something. It seems like you need some practice, but soon enough you'll be talking up a storm I'm sure." With a happy huff the lithe male leans back an picks up a clothe and some soap. "Now then, let's finish with getting clean so we can eat."

 

Lathering up the clothe he then hands it to Darihel to wash himself with before doing so with another clothe for himself. Having bundled his hair up into a large bun on his head, having seen no need to wash his hair as he'd just done so the day before, Byrin is soon wiped clean. Or so one would think until he gets up on his knees and reaches behind him to clean himself internally. Humming softly to himself, he is quick and efficient but also very thorough.

 

Once done the clothe is set to the side and he washes his hands with the soap before smiling at Darihel. "There. Are you all done?" After they're both clean and dried off, Byrin puts on a light robe that was left out for him and assists the drake with putting on clean clothes that the seamstresses had managed to finish for him. Soon they are sitting at the table where breakfast is laid out for them, though Byrin has no idea of the other's mannerisms when they start. As they start eating and he notices, Byrin stops and stares in mute shock and horror at the abysmal lack of manners the other has.

 

"No, no, no. This will not do." He says finally shaking his head while setting down his utensil. "It seems that in addition to assisting you with speaking, I will also have to assist you with basic etiquette as well." Byrin muses with a faint frown wondering just what he's gotten himself into. Or more importantly, what Chernyelo has gotten into.

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Darihel smiled happily when he heard Byrinn's response. It would seem that his interpretation of human language was right. Although the mental gymnastics required to process this strange, primitive method of communication remained troublesome, at least he was now capable of understanding the humans around him. He couldn't wait to finally speak to Chernyelo and get a better understanding of him. And speaking of Chernyelo, he finally understood why Chenryelo was so respected among his kind. He was a "prince", a title suggesting hereditary right of leadership. While Darihel found the idea that someone could become the leader of their kind just because of their bloodline, but not because of his/her abilities to be a ridiculous one. Then again if the bloodline could produced an heir as brilliant as Chenryelo then Darihel wouldn't argue with its result.

 

Darihel took the clothe from Bryrin and as instructed began to clean himself. He took special attention to his groin area which to be frank was the only really messy part of his body at that moment. He finished cleaning quickly so he turned his attention back at the human, just in time to catch him getting on his knees and reaching for his rear. The distinct smell of sperm was masked by the fragrance of all the soap and shampoo, but Darihel somehow could still smell the white slime leaking out of Byrin's body, or maybe it was just his imagination filling the blanks. He shook his head trying to prevent the strange lewd thoughts which kept popping in his mind.

 

Eventually Byrin finished cleaning himself, and they got out of the water to dry off. Darihel looked curiously at the clothes the humans have prepared for him. There was the usual pants which had a slit for his tail, and a tight cropped vest of sorts. They provided basic modesty but not much else, revealing most of his blueish grey skin and the red patterns across his body. Perhaps the seamstresses had difficulty designing proper clothing for the drake on such short notice, or perhaps it was a conscious design choice on their part to let the exotic body of the creature speak for himself. In any case Darihel actually quite liked his new clothes, or the lack there of, as he had not completely got used to the idea of wearing clothing yet. He followed Byrin out of the bathroom and for the first time was lead to sit on the table instead of on the floor. Darihel was more than happy to indulge in the food the humans prepared for them, but he was interrupted by Byrin.

 

"E...etiquette?" Darihel repeated as he looked at Byrin confused: "Ya meen there r rules for eating? U umans kan be so.... ovarcomplicated...." Darihel sighed. He then looked at the utensils on the table and picked up a fork, clumsily stuck in in a piece of food and brought it into his mouth, bit it off, chewed on it and swallowed. He then turned back at Byrin and said: "Ere yu go! Satizfied?"

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Byrin slowly and carefully sets his fork down as he stares at the other. "There is a lot of work to do I see." Sighing softly he leans back while looking up to gather his thoughts. Finally he slowly looks at Darihel. "Darihel. How much do you know of human hierarchy and customs?" Allowing a few moments for the other think, he picks up his fork and carefully spears a piece of strawberry then swipes it through some whipped cream.

 

After eating the piece of fruit, he speaks slowly. "For humans those with power and status also are expected to be the epitome of their race, with that comes high expectations. Even more so for those of nobility. As someone who is connected to such a person, Prince Chernyelo in particular, how you conduct yourself will reflect on him. If you aren't able to meet the standards the people and other aristocracy, then you might be taken away or the prince forced to distance himself from you."

 

Looking over at the other he waits to see how his words will be taken, then continues on in a gentle but firm tone. "If you expect to stay around the prince then you must be able to conduct yourself appropriately. Being new and unusual will only last so long and get you so far. Now, finish up and we'll go for a small walk. It's likely that Chernyelo won't be back until dinner." Finishing his own food shortly thereafter, he then waits for Darihel to eat his fill before standing.

 

"Alright, let us go then." With that the tall male leads the drake further into the castle depths until they reach a special set of doors. Entry reveals a large, but shallow, pool with a fountain. Around that are various couches and cushions which hold various men of different species. One is a merman and unlike the space mermaid Darihel had met before, this one has hair in varying shades of blue with purple tips and deep blue tail and skin that seems sleek with lines along his ribs which would indicate gills. Another unique male is one who is pale as freshly fallen snow, eyes a mix of lava red and gold, feathered wings instead of arms and a snake-like tail that begins forming on the lower edges of his hips and meets around the upper thigh leaving a very human looking pelvis area that is currently hidden behind similar garb as what Byrin is wearing.

 

"There are two others, but they must be sleeping or busy." Byrin comments idly while going further into the harem where he and the others live when not with the prince.

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Darihel tilted his head to the side when he hear Byrin's question: "Vat I no abut... uman.. hi-r-key?" He listened to Byrin talking about power and status, and the expectations which comes along with them, and with Chernyleo being near the top of said hierarchy, the expectations were proportionally high. He then heard of the consequences if he failed to meet those standards. With a heavy sigh Darihel said: ".... Byrin.... Sank U for your advise... I vant to... no... I NEED to be with Chernyelo... Zo if all tis kustoms and...ediquette kan keep me by his side then... I'll do them..."

 

Darihel finished the meal, trying to mimic the behavior he saw the Prince and Byrin when they ate. Even though he had learned to use his body a lot more than before, it was still a little difficult for him to do more precise movements. It took him longer than necessary to finish his meal, and fortunately Byrin was willing to wait for him. He stood up and followed the human after the meal, going down the long hallways of the palace until they arrived at an area clearly different from the rest. As the big door opened a in-door pool of sorts came into view. There were two other creatures inside with one being a blue merman and another an albino harpy of sorts. Each of them a rather beautiful specimen of their respective race, which made Darihel really curious. He looked at the two creatures, then at Byrin and asked: "Zo..... vat iz tis place? Wu are these... ugh... people?"

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Byrin glances over at the other and purses his lips slightly in thought. "For now it's fine as you practice, we can pass it off as an exotic accent in a pinch, but until you're talking skills improves I wouldn't speak in public areas." He comments lowly and carefully. Despite the easy-manner of the other so far, there's no saying just what button pushed will be one too many and when that happens how the other male will react. Byrin can defend himself to a point, but fighting isn't exactly a skill he needs to keep sharp.

 

With a soft sigh he finally answers the other's question. "This is where I, and others, live when not tending to the prince." He states and waves a hand to gesture at the expansive area. "We are those deemed worthy of being in his harem and are solely for him." Though should Chernyelo ever decide to grant someone access to his harem then they would be obligated to care for that individual as well. Not that he ever has or will. Byrin thinks to himself. The prince is not the type to share in that manner afterall.

 

Byrin tilts his head and looks Darihel in the eye. "In other words, we exist to pleasure and tend to Prince Chernyelo in whatever manner he needs. Usually that is sex, but it is not the only service we provide. So be sure to never confuse those of us in his harem with prostitutes or slaves for we are neither." After eyeing the drake down a moment longer he leads him further in and stops in a smaller room that is filled with books and comfy chairs. "Now then, let's see what books on etiquette we have that you can study." Striding into the room he begins to look for books on manners and social rules, even a primer of sort would do. Naturally the others are curious and peek in to get a look at the odd addition to the normally isolated wing of the castle.

 

As Darihel is instructed by Byrin with dining etiquette, Chernyelo finally finishes with his examination of the remains of his former ship and the findings. "As there's nothing to concretely label him as the one responsible it would be best to keep this as quiet as possible." He states firmly though with a slight frown which is mirrored by the others around him. "For now finish what you need to do and submit your reports. I'll need a new ship in time for the upcoming event, but otherwise I'll keep my travels to minimum for awhile." Instructions passed along the mildly irritated witch heads back to his domain to check on his latest pet.

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Darihel listened to Byrin's comments on his speech and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Given the fact that this was the first day of him talking(at least in the human way) Darihel should be commended for his performance. But then he was not a baby who just learned to talk, and Byrin was not his parents. His eyes widened when Byrin explained that this place was Chernyelo's harem and all of these people were part of it. He knew by now that humans love sex, but he just didn't realize that they need a whole team to satisfy their needs.

 

Having came from a species which was pretty much naturally ascetic, this fascination with sex among

lesser species" was still something Darihel had difficulty understanding, add to the fact that his own messy sex drive creating a lot of trouble for him lately made it all more confusing. He remembered the love making session between Chernyleo and Byrin last night, then looked at all the members of the harem, the image of all of them naked riding Chernyelo's erection quickly came to their mind. Luckily he was able to shrug the thoughts off before they make his member bulge up too much, and he hurriedly followed Byrin into the study room.

 

Darihel looked around curiously. As Byrin was looking for books of manners and etiquette he picked out a random book and flipped it open. It seemed to be a book on human language, which though helpful, seemed rather out of place. Then Darihel remembered the range of species in Chernyelo's harem, then figured he was probably not the first who needed to learn to speak human from scratch. Darihel flipped through the thing quickly and felt a little headache. He was used to processing so much more information at once, and now with his mind forcefully stuck into this much smaller, lesser vessel, there was quite a disconnect between the software (his mind) and hardware (his brain). But he did managed to read through the whole book and had thus got a much better understanding of human language. He put the book aside and turned back to look at Byrin and asked: "So this..... harem... is it normal among humans? You know, having so many sexual partners. Or is Chenryelo especially....needy? And how did you end up here? I was... hmm... how to put it.... rescued? What about you? And them? Not to say that it's a bad place to be, with the nice environment and sleeping with Chernyelo and all. But it's still kind of.... strange?"

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Byrin blinks taken aback by the other's shift in speaking level, but shrugs it off as he sets a few books down by Darihel. "No, a harem is not normal among humans. It is a very old custom that goes back to the early civilizations of where royal males kept harems to ensure the production of a male heir to continue on the bloodline." His lips tightens and gaze hardens when he mentions the prince. "I will excuse that as obvious ignorance on your part, but you had best be careful of how you speak about Chernyelo. He is not needy nor out of the norm."

 

Turning with a sigh he goes to get some other books to add to the stack for the other to learn proper address and behaviors based on his station. "I am different from you, and to other nobles and aristocrats above you in standing as I am in the prince's harem." Re-facing the other he sets the others down. "As for how I came to be a part of the harem, I offered myself and was chosen. Coming from good breeding and having family connections, it benefited Chernyelo to choose me and there are many who would gladly offer themselves to be a part of this harem. It is not so strange if you think of it as a sort of political marriage to gain access to more resources and connections, just without the potential children."

 

Bryin pauses and frowns in thought. "Actually, there may be a chance for a child with one member should Chernyelo decide he wants any. Whether or not he marries first is the question I suppose." There is one person of the harem who is a hermaphrodite and so could potentially have a child, otherwise there's always the technology to artificially have one should the prince either decide to not marry or marries someone who is unable to have his children.

 

Shrugging the lithe male refocuses on the drake. "Now then, these will help with navigating the social hierarchy a little as well as give you some background on royal customs. If you finish just put them back, and feel free to read any others you like. I'll take you back to Chernyelo's rooms before dinner." With that he tilts his head in a slight nod then turns to go to his own room within the harem sanctum to change and relax.

 

Several hours later, Byrin returns to look in on Darihel. "Are you ready to go back?" After they clean up the books and any lingering traces from the snack brought in for the other, Byrin leads the way back to the prince's chamber. Once inside sounds from the bathing room can be heard. "It sounds as though he's back so you two will get to enjoy dinner together. I'm sure he'll be pleased at the progress you've made in being able to speak, but try to not talk his ear off hmm?" He gives a small smile before slipping away and leaving the drake alone in the main room.

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Darihel listened to Byrin's explanations with great intrigue, the whole idea of forming a "harem" so to secure an heir was a bizarre one, though Darihel understood the principle. Perhaps it was this very obsession with blood line and reproduction which allowed human to spread across the universe in such great numbers despite their relatively short life-span? That being said, this harem of Chernyelo's seemed to have less to do with breeding than just following tradition, and as status symbol, though the possibility of Chernyelo being more obsessed with sex than the average human can't be completely ruled out at this point, but Darihel wisely decided against sharing his thoughts with Byrin on the issue. Then mention of a hermaphrodite member of the harem was curious, as such creatures are rare. Then the mention of artificially creating an heir also raised Darihel's eyebrow, as he had no idea the length these "lesser creatures" would go just to create children.

 

"Thank you Byrin. I'll study these carefully." Darihel smiled to the human as the other left him with all these books on human customs. He let out a sigh since even reading that one language book caused him headache, he wondered what would these many books do to his pathetic brain cells. In all fairness if he just slowed down and read all those books like a normal human, he would surely take a lot more time but it wouldn't cause any discomfort. But then Darihel was Darihel, as curious and as impatient as ever, simply didn't know how to slow his mind down, even when his body couldn't keep up.

 

And thus Darihel went through the books quickly, of course there would be a disconnect between knowledge, and actually implementing such knowledge in real life. In any case Darihel now could be considered an expert on human royal customs, at least in theory. However the consequence for that rapid absorption of knowledge was a massive headache, which Darihel was able to deal with by curling up and take a quick nap in his seat. He only woke up when he heard footsteps approaching, and one of the humans brought some snacks for him to eat. He said thanks to the human then picked up another book from the shoves, having learned his lessons he took it painfully slow this time, and enjoyed snacks while reading. This time the book happened to be on human biology, more specifically on sexual matters. He was blown away by just how many different ways can someone use their body to please a man, and that's only human on human. Countless variations could exist if instead of a human it was a mermaid, a harpy, or even, a drake.

 

Darihel's body jumped in surprise when Byrin returned. "Yes.. yes I'm ready." He said hurriedly as he put away the books and followed the human back to Chernyelo's room. He smiled a little nervously and gave Byrin a nod of gratitude as the human left him to meet the prince himself. Darihel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, tried his best to calm himself down before heading towards the bathroom. Since it was already inside the prince's personal quaters so there was no additional doors seperating the main area from the bath, but common etiquette would require him to ask for permission first, not less to a prince. A little nervously Darihel asked: "Prince Chernyelo? It's me, Darihel. May I come in?"

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Having returned a bit earlier than planned so dinner wasn't quite ready yet, so he decides to take a nice long hot soak before dinner to try and get rid of some of the stress from the earlier events. "I'll need to decide how to best deal with this problem now before something happens to where I can't easily explain having survived." That is the real source of his annoyance and irritation. He could easily survive anything the humans try and throw at him, but that would put him at risk of revealing his true identity and thus destroying all of his hard work which would simply be unacceptable.

 

A massage after dinner and maybe a visit to the harem following perhaps. He thinks while closing his eyes to slide deeper into the hot water. Just after he gets comfortable, he hears the door open and some soft voices before hearing Darihel call out. Opening his eyes, he blinks a bit then grins having briefly forgotten about his new pet. "Ah yes. Perhaps he will do."

 

Stretching out he calls out while musing over the improved speech. "Darihel? Come on in, no need to be shy." When the other enters the room, he gives a smile and motions at the space nearby. "Would you like to join me? There's plenty of space and you can tell me about your day." He's wondering what the other did to be able to increase his speech since it was just the night before that the drake struggled to even say his name or understand what was being said to him. Perhaps Byrin will deserve a reward. Chernyelo thinks to himself as he waits for what the other will decide to do and what he will choose to talk about.