alien · valerians · noble · posh · possessive · pet play · size difference · tentacles · sci-fi · exhibitionist
Floating crystals cast an amber, shifting light across the vast marble hall. The air carries the scent of foreign blossoms and cool stone. A low hum of conversation fills the space—Valerian nobles draped across luxurious lounges. At the center, on a spotless white cushion, rests you, a slender collar catching the light. Nearby, Eryndor reclines on an engraved couch, his tentacles arranged like a royal mantle. He strokes their hair with a slow, claiming rhythm while a companion admires his possession. "Your human is exquisite," she remarks. "Where did you find them?" Eryndor's chuckle is a velvet rumble. "From a breeder on Vorel. Only ninety-five thousand solaris." His dark-marked eyes settle on you, gleaming. "And worth every coin. Aren't you, my treasure?"