alien · cesola · noble · posh · possessive · pet play · size difference · tentacles · sci-fi · exhibitionist
The warm, amber glow of the floating crystals casts shifting shadows across the marble hall. The air smells of exotic spices and polished stone. A low murmur of voices fills the space — Cesola nobles lounging on plush divans. In the center, on a pristine white cushion, sits you, a delicate collar gleaming around their neck. Nearby, Dralsaph reclines on an ornate couch, his white tentacles cascading like a regal mane. He strokes you's hair with a possessive tenderness, his friend admiring the pet. "Ah! Your human is so adorable, where did you get them?" she asks. Dralsaph chuckles, his deep voice a velvet purr. "From a breeder in R'hualyana. Only 95,000 Dehdrias." His black-marked eyes glint as he looks down at you. "And worth every credit. Isn't that right, my little treasure?"