Celestial Conflict

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The sky was filled with light--bright light, that swallowed the sun, and the moon, and the stars. The light belonged to something out of this world... It belonged to creatures from the far reaches of space. They had received a message from us. And they were answering it. Whole cities were destroyed in less than a few minutes. No one was spared. Special units were called in to fight back, and for a while, it seemed they were winning... but the hope was short-lived. Now certain humans were being abducted... Extracted, for experiments and questioning. For what... only the prisoners know.

A camp not far away was setting up for the night. Several people we out scavenging for food and wood for fire. A young girl was being flanked by one of the stronger men. They were running through the woods, hunting. They were both quipped with rifles as they jogged along. Seeing a deer not too far ahead the young woman readied her gun, aiming it carefully when suddenly a shot rang out, killing the deer. Sighing heavily she lowered her gun and frowned deeply. "That was my kill..." Looking over her shoulder at him, she shook her head. "You killed it, you get to haul it back." Without another word she went back towards camp, alone.

"You're getting slow!" the man called at her back as she walked away, laughing as he tucked his rifle back on his back and prepared to haul the deer. The woods were eerily quiet tonight... no birds, no dogs... no animals at all. Not even the wind. Everything was dead silent. That was never a good sign... In fact, it usually signalled something incoming.

Max felt it to. The shift in the woods around them. She had actually been very surprised at the sight of the deer, since they hadn't seen any. Looking over her shoulder in the direction she'd come, she realized she gotten out of sight of her partner. "Shit..." Doubling back to where they'd last been together, he wasn't there. "Charlie!" She called, loud enough that he was sure to hear..... No response. "Shit!" Readying her rifle once more, she began jogging silently through the woods, back towards camp. Charlie had had their only walkie, seeing as they both shouldn't need one, so now she was all alone in these god forsaken woods.

There was nothing but more silence that followed her... but the shadows seemed to follow her too. Literally. Something was moving in the shadows, and moving with them after her. Something unseen. At the last moment, as it closed in on her, an alien vehicle suddenly shined spotlights on her, the engine creating a loud clicking rattle as it hovered just over her. It was no bigger than a motorcycle, but it flew, and had two sets of large claws that could grab anything and yank it apart. Inside was one of the invaders, a fish- or reptile-like creature with a humanesque body, and dark eyes. It hissed at her, the claws dettaching from the ship slightly, preparing to fire at her and take her hostage.

Narrowing her eyes at the creature, Max fired a shot at its motorcycle, hovering in the air. Without another thought she took off as fast as her muscular legs would carry her. Dodging trees and jumping over rocks, she rarely stumbled but the one time she did, it would cost her. As she leaped over a fallen log, her foot caught a branch sticking out, causing her to tumble to the ground, her face smacking into the hard dirt. "Ooff..." Panting she hurried back to her feet and continued as well as she could.

The bullet had ricocheted off of the glass of the strange, flying motorcycle, and into a nearby tree. The alien inside hissed at her again and sped up his pace, chasing her and right on her heels. He watched her trip, and took advantage of the moment by firing one of the sets of claws at her. It just barely missed her by a few feet. He hissed again and continued to chase her, narrowing his dark eyes as he watched her run, aiming carefully as he prepared to fire the second set of claws.

Max's senses were all on full alert so when the sound of rushing water assaulted her ears, she panicked. The rivers in this area were too deep and too dangerous to take on without having a death wish. Glancing around, she decided to turn abruptly and head parallel with the river. She knew the...alien was still behind her as she ran along, her legs cramping from exhaustion. But she refused to just give up. It wasn't an option.

The alien let out an angry shout as it turned sharply through the trees to keep after her, gaining in on her closely. There was suddenly a ringing of gunshots, about six shots in a row. They all bounced off the flying vehicle, and the alien inside let out an angry screech as its balance was thrown off. Charlie was sitting, crouched within a line of trees, gritting his teeth as he kept his aim on the vehicle. "GO, MAX! HIDE!" he shouted, letting off a few more shots and then firing an emergency flare into the sky.

Max was surprised by Charlie. Not by him protecting her. He'd been the only one in the squad who had ever protected her. At first he'd tried hitting on her, but when he'd realized she wasn't interested he'd turned into her big brother. Surprise was clear on her face as she continued running. She'd thought he was dead. Now that she knew he wasn't, she hurried through the woods and went to search for a hiding spot. Finding a cave that was well concealed she hurriedly ducked inside, panting, sweating, and slightly afraid.

There was the echo of a few more gunshots, and the continually humming click of the flying vehicle. Those sounds continued for only a few more moments before the gun was suddenly cut off and Charlie let out a scream. Whether it was a war cry or a scream of pain and panic, one couldn't be sure. It was cut short as well. The humming of the flying cycle faded and died, leaving the woods silent again.

Scared out of her wits now, Max scurried further into the cave. Crouching low in the darkness, she huddled behind a boulder that lay within the cave. She'd heard Charlie's scream but wasn't sure what had happened. But when his scream was suddenly cut off, she'd known almost instantly. He was either dead, or captured.

The silence was heavy for a while... The birds and other sounds still not coming back. Something was still out there. After a few moments, the clicking of an alien cycle returned, but it was slow... As if the driver was looking for something. It paused outside of the cave, shining a bright light into the mouth opening so it could see clearly. After a few moments, it didn't seem to find her, and the light vanished, the clicking fading once again.

Max chewed on her bottom lip. She gave the alien a few more minutes before she crept towards the entrance of the cave. Glancing around, she saw nothing. Feeling it was best to stay put for now, she went back to the boulder and sat down on the hard ground. Sighing heavily she shook her head, wondering how long she'd have to hide out here.

Around midnight, there was a rustling outside. Footsteps. Breathing. Someone stumbled into the cave. They had a lithe body, and were wearing only pants. It was dark in the cave and they couldn't really see, so they stumbled in with hands in front of them. They didn't make a sound, only breathing and footsteps. They knocked their knee against a rock and grunted in pain, hissing through their teeth and rubbing the sore spot before moving forwards again.

Oh shit... Max cursed silently to herself. Scurrying as far around the rock as she could, she sat quietly, breathing as softly as she could. Since she didn't know if the breathing came from a friend or not, she knew she had to stay as quiet as possible.

The figure roamed around the cave a little more until they found a wall, and they put their back to it, sliding until they slumped there, breathing heavily, obviously exhausted and still oblivious to her presence. They leaned their head back against the wall and sighed heavily, and with a sudden crackle and pop of a walkie--or some sort of blue-glowing communication device--they jumped, snagged it off their pants and threw it angrily into the depths of the cave, hearing it shatter.

Max jumped slightly, causing a rock to skip across the cavern floor. Rolling her eyes at herself she crouched low against the boulder, leaning her head against it. She couldn't stay there all night without knowing if this person was good or bad. If they were bad, she'd be in trouble. Chewing on her bottom lip she looked over her shoulder at the cave entrance. The moon was just bright enough that they'd be able to see her shadow when she got too close to it. For now, she'd hunker down until she could come up with a better plan.

The figure sighed again heavily and leaned back against the wall once they were sure the walkie was no longer working, and they relaxed, their head down. They seemed so tired. So frustrated. After a few moments, the figure slowly fell to the side, rather limply, as if they were passed out... or dead.

At the sound, Max crouched, listening. When no more sounds came, she crouched over to the body and sniffed the air. She couldn't detect any unfamiliar scents so she reached for her tiny flash light and turned it on. Starting at the stranger's feet, she slowly worked it up their body until she reached the face.

But before she could reach its face, the person suddenly leapt up, knocking the flashlight from her hands with an irritating screech. He then grabbed her arms and threw her body against the wall of the cave, pinning her there with his body weight. With a soft click of something on his belt, a pair of advanced wrist restraints were snapped around her wrists firmly, locking in place.

"Fuck!" Max threw her hips into his body, giving her enough wiggle room to slip away. Struggling with the wrist restraints she growled slightly. She obviously didn't like being in handcuffs. Throwing her hands at his face, she connected with its jaw. She'd tried aiming for its head to knock it out, but she couldn't see in the dark so it didn't work to her advantage.

The man grunted with the pain of being hit in the face, but he retaliated quickly. He knocked her against the wall again hard, probably trying to knock her skull against the rock, disorient her. And with a grunt and fluid motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder, a strong grip on her knees.

"No!" Max cried out angrily, thrashing around on his shoulder. "You'll regret this, you piece of shit!" Slamming her fists into the strangers back repeatedly, trying to cause them as much pain as she possible could. She couldn't knee him like she wanted to, his grip on her legs was too strong in this position.

He grunted, but ignored her fighting for the most part. He turned and carried her outside, heading for something camouflaged in the trees. A ship. An alien ship. He pushed a button on his belt and it came to life, humming and clicking with the roar of the engine, and a door opened up.

"It was a trap... you knew I was there the whole time. Son of a bitch!" Cursing loudly she twisted around a bit and threw the restraints on her wrists against the back of the strangers head. "Fuck you." Sighing heavily she watched as they got closer to the ship. She knew there was no fighting him so she'd just leave it alone for now. But she'd get out of there, if it was the last thing she did.

The man put her in a pod-like attachment. It wasn't cushioned. It was cold and metallic. It only had a glass door, but the glass was thick and not easily scratched or broken. He made sure she was completely in it before closing the hatch and in the glowing light of his ship, his reptilian face could be seen. He then moved to hop into the driving seat, revving the engine and taking off from the ground, flying through the trees and into the skies.

Max glanced around the ship, frowning deeply. Throwing her cuffs against the pod she cringed slightly. Seeing that that would be pointless to continue she leaned against it and sighed. Looking down she saw that there was just enough room for her to sit, so that's what she did. Leaning back against the wall she closed her eyes and tried to remain calm.

After a flight that lasted about half an hour, they were far from Max's home base. The ship flew low over the trees, just barely missing the tops of some of them, and it headed towards something that was quite a sight to behold: a gargantuan, flying ship... The alien home base. It hovered just above the ground, spinning slowly like a dying top, sparking with electricity and activity. They finally landed into one of the large loading docks of the ship, and the one driving Max jumped out. He moved to a more authoritative figure, and they nodded at him before he came back and opened her pod, starting to unload her onto a stretcher that bound her arms and legs.

Clenching her hands into fists, Max narrowed her eyes at them. She wasnt sure if they understood her or not but she figured talking wouldnt help her out of this. Especially with how pissed off she was. She would more than likeky just anger them with her hostility.

They all looked down at her, studying her a little from the floating stretcher, then the one who had captured her nodded at some orders barked at him from across the room. He pushed the stretcher into motion and out of the docking bay, down a long corridor and into a grey and black, solid metal room. The stretcher stopped, and a pod in the wall opened up. The pods were doubled up, to make room for more... prisoners. In the pod beside the one Max would be in, was Charlie, limp and obviously knocked out.

"Charlie. Oh thank god..." At least he wasnt dead and he was with her. Looking down at her restraints she gritted her teeth. She hated handcuffs, yes but she hated being tied down even more. The feeling of helplessness, terrified her. Glancing up into the aliens eyes who wheeled her along she frowned deeply. Why were they doing this?

He bent, lifting the stretcher so that it stood upright and he could simply push her into the pod. Once inside, the binds on her arms and legs came loose and he pushed her into the pod firmly with the stretcher, the door closing with a snap before she could even turn around to fight back. The stretcher was set aside, and the figure looked in at her with a frown, his big eyes staring at her. He pushed a button on the outside of her pod, and started to speak. The button acted as a sort of translator so she could understand him. "I am Leithol. You will be observed, tested, and questioned, earth warrior." he said formally. "For now, you will be put into a sleep state until we need you." With that, he broke the connection and pushed another button, a gas starting to fill the pod. It was a sleeping gas.

While Leithol spoke, she stared at him in shock. They could speak english? He could understand her. At his words she frowned heavily. "Questioned my ass..." Crossing her arms over her chest she frowned deeply. Sleeping gas? She watched as he pressed another botton and gasped as the gas filled the pod. Sliding down to the floor she curled up in a ball, leaning against the wall of the pod and let the gas take over. Forcing her to sleep.

Leithol watched her fall asleep, then moved to check on her pulse rate and oxygen levels, which were visible on a screen on her pod. He then checked Charlie's and sighed frustratingly. The door behind him opened and he turned to see his war leader enter the room, and he instantly lowered his eyes to the floor out of respect.

In a mix of strange grunts, clicks and screeches, the leader spoke. "You were hunting for a long time, Leithol. Longer than is authorized. You cut communication."

"My communicator was... destroyed." Leithol lied with a small, subtle clench of his jaw, still not looking up. "I was hunting this one. She was harder to find than the others." He motioned to Max and shook his head at his leader. "She seems different."

The leader looked at Max, studied her as she lay curled up on the floor of her pod, then he huffed at Leithol through the gills behind his ears, glaring down at him with dark eyes.

Leithol finally raised his eyes to his leader, though it was a shy, suboordinate glance. "I cannot dissect these ones, leader. They are earth warriors, our king doesn't want them taken apart... but studied outwardly instead." he said gently.

The leader huffed again, then turned and headed to leave, his two guards following him. "Do as you must. As is ordered. But I want to see results." he snapped, the door closing behind him.

Leithol had watched them all leave, and once he was left alone in his office, he looked back down at the floor again and huffed as well, relaxing his shoulders. He turned to glance back at Max and Charlie in their pods, then moved to tuck them back into the wall so that they were surrounded by darkness and he wouldn't have to look at them.

It was several hours later but Max eventually woke up. Her eyes fluttered, try to clear her vision. Sighing she sat up a bit, leaning against the pod. What is going on? Glancing around, she saw Charlie's pod next to hers. Biting down on her bottom lip, she waited. He had to wake up. He HAD to. She needed his help. They had to get out of here alive.

A few moments later, their pods slid free from the wall of the room, and Leithol pulled them out until they locked into place. He looked at their stats, then paused. He peered in at Max. She was awake? How? That sleeping gas usually could only be countered by a special mix of chemicals that was administered intravenously. This was... unprecedented. He frowned in at her, giving a small hiss from his gills, then pulled her pod free of the wall. It hovered behind him as he pulled it towards a table, leaving Charlie's in the wall.

Max watched Leithol's reaction and frowned. Had she done something wrong? Why was she being taken from Charlie? Frowning deeply she stood and leaned against the far wall. Glancing around at the strange objects around them. Their instruments were far different than human ones. What did this Leithol have planned for her? Chewing on her bottom lip, she frowned. The men in her squad had always teased her when she did that. They could tell she was worried about something when she did that.

Leithol pulled her pod clear across the room to the opposite wall, where he pushed another button. This one made the wall open up... to reveal more tools, instruments... and a single pole in the center of the room with chains wrapped around it. He opened her pod door and dumped her out of it, grabbing her arm and yanking her hard to the pole in the middle, chaining her to it.

Max struggled against his grip only to be placed into the chain's where she once again fought, this time against the chains. Gritting her teeth she kicked out at Leithol. "What do you want, you asshole?" Yanking her arms against the chains she gasped softly at the pain that ripped through her shoulder. "Goddamnit. Just let me go, please..."

Leithol pushed her pod back again once she was chained to the center of the room, setting it aside to be ready for when he was done with her. He walked to a table where certain tools were laying out, and picked up something that looked like a collar. He glanced at her, then wrapped the collar around his own neck, clicking it in place and turning it on with the flip of a switch. He then turned and walked to her. The collar translated for him so she could understand him. "You will answer my questions. Or else." he said firmly.

"You can kiss my ass..." Lifting her chin, her eyes showing how stubborn she intended to be. Narrowing her eyes at Leithol, she frowned deeply. Glancing at the collar, she wondered what it was for. His table of goodies had all sorts of things that looked.... different. She really didnt want to find out what they all did. "I have nothing to say." She stared at Leithol, determined to fight him.

Leithol narrowed his eyes at her too, kneeling to her eyelevel, but staying a good amount of distance from her so she couldn't attack him. "You. Will. Talk." he growled at her, his gills rippling angrily. He stood up again and turned to his table, grabbing a thin steel rod and walking around to turn on a camera of sorts. Once it was recording, he moved to stand beside her, watching her. "What is your full name?"

Max frowned deeply but rolled her eyes. "Afraid not." Clenching her hands into fists, she stared into his eyes hatefully. "Forget it." She knew that he was going to hurt her. When else woukd his table be full of weapons including the one he held in his hand. She knew if he gave her his name, he could find out almost anything about her. That was something she was not willing to do.

Leithol made a face... a face that was a cross between disappointed and pleading. He was pleading her to tell him... He hated doing this. With a whizz through the air and a painful crack, his steel rod hit the palm of her hand, radiating pain up her arm into her spine. "Name." he demanded again.

Gritting her teeth, eyes clenched tightly. "Fuck off..." Spit flew from between her teeth as she oet her injured hand go limp. After a moment she stretched her fingers trying to settle the pain. Taking deep breaths she finally opened her eyes and looked at him difiantly. Beatings werent something she was used to. Sure they'd beat her in training so that they would know what to expect but that had been a few years ago.

He growled a little, reaching up and bringing the rod down on her hand again, just as the pain would have been settled. "I will do this until your hands BLEED." he hissed at her lowly. "All you have to do is give me your name."

"Why? Why do you want my name? What good will it do you?" Speaking through gritted teeth she frowned deeply. Droplets of sweat slid down her temples, wetting the back of her shirt and in between her breasts. "Im no one of importance in my world. Just a soldier." Knowing her hand was mostlikely going to be broken when he was done with her, she sighed heavily. It was going to be a long beating.

"What good is it doing you to keep it secret?!" he countered, hitting her palm again. He would hit her palm with every time she spoke but didn't give him the answer he was seeking. "Just tell me your name, and I will stop. That's all it takes." he hissed.

Max stared into his eyes deeply and frowned. Sighing heavily, she went limp. "Maxine Elizabeth Rogers..." She mumbled while staring at his feet now. He had a point. Now that she was captured, what did it matter that they knew about her? Licking her lips nervously she stretched her hand once again. The chains made the last blow linger but it was slowly fading.

Leithol relaxed at her words and nodded, turning back to his table of tools and setting the rod back down. "Where were you born, and in what year?" he asked again lightly, searching for his next torture device, in case she decided not to answer any more of his questions.

Max frowned but leaned her head back to look at him better. "DeKalb, IL. 2019." She saw no reason to fight these two questions so she answered honestly. "I dont see how any of this matters..." sighing heavily, she stared at the strange creature in front of her, clearly intrigued.

"You are not supposed to understand. Your understanding of these questions is not necessary." Leithol said sternly. He grabbed what seemed to be a small device that sparked like a taser, and he moved back to her. "You were born in 2019... which means you are now 24 years old." He glanced at the camera and translated it into his own language for the camera, then looked back down at her. "Have you ever had a child?"

Max's eyebrows raised at his question and she shook her head. "No. No kids." Rotating her wrists, she frowned. The cuffs were beginning to cut into the sensitive skin on her wrists. Sighing through her gritted teeth, she noticed her hair fall into her eyes so she threw her head back, throwing the dark hair out of her face.

Leithol had caught the end of the motion she made to get her hair out of her face, and he frowned. He moved towards her with the sparking instrument, but instead shifted the settings on it so it became a cutting laser and he reached up. In a tight fist, he grabbed her shirt away from her chest and cut it open with the laser, letting it fall open.

Max narrowed her eyes at him, deathly angry. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" The words came out as a growl, her teeth gritted with anger. Glancing around she saw that they were alone, but that didn't mean she wanted her clothes ripped off, or open for that matter. Looking down at her camo shirt she sighed softly. Hopefully this race of aliens isn't attracted to the female body.

Leithol brought his hand up and slapped her face in reaction to her shout, then continued to cut her shirt off of her until she was left in nothing but her sportsbra. He peeled the pieces of her shirt away, then grabbed her left shoulder, pushing down on it so she leaned forward, and he took what looked like a syringe of sorts.

Max began thrashing around once again. Glancing around she grinned, throwing her head into his crotch, she hoped it would have the same affect it had on human men. He was really beginning to piss her off. First he ripped open her shirt and then he cut it to pieces. Did he expect her to stay naked while she was here?

Leithol grunted hard, stumbling back from her and holding the spot she'd hit with both hands a moment, then gave her a hard glare. It seemed to have almost exactly the same effect as human men. He growled at her, his gills rattling at her in warning. He then moved back to her, picking up his taser, which he'd dropped, and switched it back to the taser setting, bring it to her chest and giving her a hard shock.

Max's entire body shook with the force of the jolt. When it finally stopped, she hung there, limp, panting heavily. Her eyes were closed as she hung there, trying to get her head to stop spinning. Groaning softly, she rolled her head back slightly to stare up into his eyes, hatefully. "Next time don't rip my clothes."

Leithol hissed down at her with a scoff between his teeth, pushing her head back down forcefully out of anger. He moved away and grabbed a new syringe, this time stabbing it into the back of her shoulder without mercy, and drawing the necessary amount of blood he needed. He turned back to his table and capped the needle, setting it in a tray to be studied later.

"Do you people ask for nothing? Maybe if you'd have asked, I'd have given it to you. Fuck..." Sighing heavily she shook her head. Rolling the shoulder that he stuck the needle in she frowned. He was very forceful, in some ways it pissed her off, in others it intrigued her, she wasn't sure which was more dominant quite yet.

"You are in a hostile hostage situation, and you expect me to ASK for everything I need from you?" Leithol scoffed. "After it took so much effort just to get you to give me your name?" He scoffed again through his gills and shook his head as he worked at his table. "You humans are so ignorant." He rearranged a few things, then turned back to her. He frowned a little, then turned and grabbed her pod from the wall. He was already tired of this process with her. He figured the male would be easier to deal with. He yanked her to her feet by the chains around her arms, then undid them and pushed her with a hard shove back into her pod, slamming and locking the door shut.

"I may not have cooperated if you asked either, but at least with my name you asked." Rolling her eyes, she slid back down to the bottom of her pod and sighed heavily. Shaking her head, she ran her hands through her hair. Remembering her ponytail holder in her pants, she carefully grabbed it out and braided her hair. Now it was out of her face, except for a few strands that were too short to be held back.

Leithol watched her as he pushed her pod back towards its original place, and he frowned. She was interesting. He had just put her through a beating that would cause most humans--especially females--to wallow and pout, but she wasn't even crying. He locked her pod back into place beside Charlie's, then pushed the button for the gas again. "Sleep tight." he said sarcastically, watching her.

"Fuck. Off." Leaning back, she closed her eyes and let the gas take over her. It wasn't long before she was out cold. The last thought that went through her mind, before she dozed off, was wondering how long she would have to endure this treatment before they just killed her.

Leithol watched her fall asleep, checked her stats on the screen on her pod, then turned to Charlie's. He unlocked it from the wall and pulled it out like he had done to Max's, and dumped his limp body out onto the ground. Once his hands were chained to the pole like he'd done to Maxine, he injected him with the antidote to the sleeping gas. It was like a dose of adrenaline, and within moments, Charlie was waking up.

He spluttered and coughed, opening his eyes and squinting at the bright lights, looking around slowly until Leithol came into focus. Once he had, he grit his teeth and growled at him, letting out an angry shout. "FUCKING ALIEN BASTARDS! LET ME GO! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL BURN YOU ALL DOWN!" He then stopped when he noticed Max inside her pod in the next room, and he gasped. "No... Max.." He felt dread in his stomach. Max was like his younger sister now, and he did everything he could to protect her, and now she was here... He felt like he'd failed her. "YOU FUCKERS!" he growled at Leithol again, glaring at him hard.

Leithol sighed. He hated the way these humans yelled and shouted and threw tantrums... like children. He kicked Charlie hard in the gut, knocking the wind from him hard enough to get him to stop screaming. "Shut up." he commented dryly afterwards, turning back to his table and looking over his instruments. He made it a personal endeavor not to use the same tool twice in one day. "For the camera, state your full name."

Charlie sat on his knees on the floor, hunched over and gagging for breath after that kick. He coughed and spat on the floor, then looked up at Leithol again. "Suck my cock." he grunted.

Leithol sighed again heavily. This was all just so cumbersome. He lifted something that looked similar to a simple screwdriver, but with spikes on the neck of the steel. He also lifted up a pair of vice grips. He turned and headed back to Charlie, kneeling in front of him and showing him the tools. "Give me your name." he demanded again more firmly, "Or I'll use this one to gauge your eyes out... and this one to rip your teeth out. One by one until I get my answer."

Charlie grimaced at the tools. They looked dirty--used and unwashed. He glared at Leithol again, then glanced at Max, keeping his lips pinned shut.

Leithol noticed his gaze, and followed it back to Max, then got a wicked grin. "Oh... I see." he said and stood up again. "You care for the female." He then looked back down at Charlie and tilted his head. "Well, perhaps I should start ripping her teeth out instead?" He moved to head for her pod.

"NO! GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Charlie screamed, thrashing against his chains and glaring hard at him. "Alright! I'll talk!" he growled, starting to panic the closer Leithol got to Max's pod.

Leithol stopped, slowly turned back to Charlie and grinned. "I thought so." he said and headed back his way, still gripping the tools in either hand. "Name." he demanded.

Charlie gave him a hard glare, then sighed and grumbled out, "Charles Reilly Johnson." He glared at the floor and watched Leithol's bare feet as he padded closer and then around him.

"Place and year you were born?"

Charlie grit his teeth. "Copper Creek, Oregon... 2016." he sighed. He didn't understand how this was relevant.

"You are 27 years old." Leithol commented, turning to his camera and translating it in his language just like he'd done with Max. He then looked down at him. "What is your position in your army?"

Charlie shot him another glare. "Corporal." he grumbled. "What does any of this matter?! Are you gonna brainwash me and send me in to command my troops to doom or something, shithead?! HUH?! C'mere, you fucking pansey, I'll kick your ass old-fashioned!" he bellowed, pulling against his chains again.

Leithol frowned. He felt disappointed... He'd sincerely thought he was getting somewhere with him. He took the screwdriver-looking tool and carried it back over to Charlie, forcefully shoving his skull back against the steel poll to disorient him, then grabbed one of his ears and pierced it with the tool, twisting it to thoroughly damage the cartilege.

Charlie let out a pained and horrified scream. Even though he was seeing lights and the room was spinning, he felt the pain. He struggled and finally Leithol pulled the tool back, and Charlie hung his head, growling and breathing heavily, sweat dotting his brow.

As Charlie's scream emanated through the room, Max's eyes flew open. A bit groggy at first she crawled to the side of the pod closest to Charlie and growled. Seeing her closest friend slumped over in pain caused her great rage. "Get the fuck away from him!" She shouted, slamming her fists against the wall of the pod. She couldn't wait until her next torture session, she would do everything in her power to hurt that damn animal.

Charlie could feel the hot blood running down his cheek and neck from his ear, and he winced at the stinging, burning pain that filled that entire half of his face. But something distracted him from it: Max. He looked up at the same time Leithol did, both honestly shocked she was awake. "MAX!"

Leithol was shocked and confused. He had JUST given her a dose of the gas not ten minutes ago... Why was she awake?! He had to study her blood. He just had to. He turned back to Charlie and scowled down at him. "You've woken the baby." he snapped and backhanded Charlie across the face hard.

Charlie's face shot to the side as he was hit, and he groaned. The slap had jarred his injured ear too. He panted and growled, then looked up at Max again as Leithol moved to put the tool away. He watched him come back with a syringe like the one he'd used on Max, and he forced Charlie forward hard by pushing painfully on his shoulder. Charlie gave a small shout when Leithol jammed the needle into his back and drew blood. Leithol then moved to put the syringe on a new tray, and came back to Charlie. Leithol grabbed him and yanked him to his feet with a taser at his neck, and forced him back into his pod. Naturally, Charlie gave a struggle, which lead to him being stunned by the taser, and once he had backed down enough, Leithol slammed and locked his pod door shut. He cleaned up his tools, then pushed Charlie's pod back into place in the wall beside Max's. He checked both their stats, wrote them down, then turned and disappeared back into the torture room, closing the wall door with the push of a button.

Charlie watched Leithol as he closed the wall door, locking himself in the torture room, and Charlie tried to look at Max around the side of his pod wall. "MAX!"

"Charlie! Charlie, are you okay?!" Panic rose up in her voice. Having to be awake and watch him being tortured made her blood run cold. It was one thing doing the torturing, she'd been in an interrogation before but never with such objects. They preferred beating...not prodding and electrocuting like these animals seemed to enjoy. "Are you still bleeding?" Chewing on her bottom lip, she pressed herself against the pod so she could see him.

Charlie growled a sigh and gingerly touched his ear, bringing his fingers back and seeing the blood. "Yeah... but not a lot anymore." he groaned, shaking his head. "Are you okay? He hasn't hurt you, has he?" he asked angrily. "I swear, if that fucker touched you..."

Looking down at her bare chest now she frowned deeply. Clearing her throat she sighed. "He only hit my hand a few times." She figured leaving out her shirt would be best, she didn't want to over upset him and have him start beating the pod. "But I'm okay." Pressing her forehead against the glass she frowned deeply. "What do you think they want with us?"

"I don't know... it's obviously not to dissect us and study our innards." Charlie grumbled angrily, folding his arms over his chest and frowning at the floor of his pod, trying to think deeply about this. He then looked towards her pod. "Check your pockets! Did they search you before they locked you in here?" He instantly moved to start emptying all of the pockets in his military-issued cargo pants as well.

"No I was awake when they brought me in." Furrowing her eyebrows, Max shrugged her shoulders and began emptying her pockets. She'd still had her ponytail but what good would something like that do them. Spreading everything out on the floor she frowned. She didn't think anything was missing.

Charlie did the same, spreading out everything he'd had in his pockets at the time of his capture. "I still have my Swiss army knife! And a mini flashlight... some spare batteries, some change and a few rounds for my rifle." he nodded. "What have you got?"

"A lighter, and a matchbox, my id badge, a few bullets to my pistol and my wallet." Sighing heavily, Max closed her eyes and shook her head. "I don't think anything is missing, Charlie." Leaning her head against the glass once again she stared at her pile.

"No, nothing is missing from my pile either, but maybe we can use some of this stuff to get outta here." Charlie said softly, grabbing his swiss army knife and starting to look around the inside of the pod for something he could stick it into and short the lock. "Look around your pod... anything stick out to you?"

Frowning, she looked around her pod at what he wanted. Sighing she looked up at the top of her pod. Raising her eyebrows she reached up and ran her hand over a notch in it. "You see that notch up in the very top of the pod? Try that..." She wasn't sure what it was, but she hoped it wasn't an alarm.

Charlie looked up at what she was talking about, then nodded. "I see it." he said and reached up, trying to pry his knife into it. He frowned deeply in concentration, wiggling the blade of his knife until it was under it deep enough, then pried it off and open with a clatter. He grit his teeth and looked up inside. "I see wires. Lots of wires. Hang on.. one of these has to control the door." he grumbled. He reached up and inside, grabbing the bunch of wires and starting to cut them one-by-one. The stat screen on his pod flickered and died with a dissatisfied beep, and he grit his teeth. "Nope, not that one." he frowned.

Max giggled softly and shook her head. "I don't think we're getting out of here." Sighing heavily she slid down the glass of the pod and closed her eyes. "Maybe we should just wait it out." She'd never given up before but there technology was not up to these standards yet.

"Don't talk like that, Max. We're getting out of here. At the very least, you're getting out of here." Charlie grunted as he cut another wire and turned his head down as a rush of air escaped the line at him. It was just pressurized air and didn't really do anything significant. He growled and looked up at the wires again, cutting another one and the lights in his pod went off, filling it with darkness. "Shit."

Max glanced over at him and let out a soft snort. "Careful, one of those wires will probably release the gas as well." Shaking her head she thought to herself for a moment. "Try cutting a black wire. It's normally the wire we use as a main shut up. Maybe they're the same way."

Charlie shrugged. It was worth a shot. He grabbed for the biggest black wire in there and reached up, starting to slice into it with his knife. But before he could cut through it, the wall to the torture room began to open and he grit his teeth, growling out a curse and dropping his arms, tucking his knife away quickly.

Leithol came into the room and moved to another spot on the wall, seeming preoccupied with something. He then paused and listened. He only heard one set of beeps from the pods. Just Max's. He turned and looked at them, narrowing his eyes. He then headed over to them and looked at Charlie's pod, growling when he saw the stat screen wasn't on. He banged a fist against it when it wouldn't respond to his touches, then he glared at Charlie inside. "What did you do?!" he snapped.

"Nothing! He didnt do anything! It just...broke." Max knew lying to him wasnt going to get them anywhere but if she could save Charlie from another beating like before, she'd do it. Pressing her fists against the glass she stared over at him, pleading for Charlie to shut up.

Leithol stomped to Max's pod, banging on the glass hard enough to make it rattle and glaring in at her. "Our technology does not simply BREAK!" he snapped. "These pods are new an--" He stopped himself. Why was he fuming to this human? He growled and shook his head, turning away from her and moving back to Charlie's pod. He unlocked it from the wall and pulled it out to the other side of the room. Charlie growled and rocked it a little and Leithol shot him an angry glare before pushing the button for the sleeping gas. Charlie let out a curse, then was quickly knocked out, and Leithol opened the door once the gas had stopped. He dumped Charlie's limp body out like trash into a heap on the floor, then pushed the pod aside with a grumble. He chained Charlie's body to the wall, then headed to find tools to fix the pod.

Max yelped when he banged on her pod. Glaring hatefully at him she watched as he moved around. "Dont hurt him!" She cried when he threw Charlie's limp body on the ground. Pressing her forehead against the cold glass of the pod she chewed on her bottom lip, trying to think of how they were going to get out of this god forsaken place alive.

Leithol shot Max another angry glare from where he was working on Charlie's pod, then sighed and moved to her. "How are you still awake?!" he demanded. "How are you so resistant to my sleeping gas?" He growled and threw a tool against the glass of her pod, and it cracked a little. Just a tiny chip. He stopped and sighed in frustration, turning around and running both hands over his bald head. He was running short on patience with these two.

The door to his office suddenly burst open, and Leithol looked up at where his leader walked in again. He spoke with a series of grunts and screeches, clicks and other sounds, and Leithol seemed to cowar in front of him. He lowered his eyes respectfully, then nodded at him, answering in his own language as well.

Max stood by and watched the two communicate. The other was clearly a higher rank than Leithol. Leithol's body language spoke volumes as he stared at the ground, not meeting the other mans eyes. Sighing heavily she closed her eyes while standing there. His questions ran through her mind, making her wonder. She obviously didn't react to the gas how the others did, or how they expected her too, which made her wonder. Why? Why was she different?

Leithol motioned back towards Max as he spoke to his superior, still keeping his eyes down. He then motioned to Charlie as he spoke, and the leader suddenly hit him hard across the face, clearly knocking him off his feet. He stumbled to the floor, then quickly pulled himself up again without taking time to worry about any wounds he might have received. He kept his eyes down, though his lips were pinned shut. His leader said something else, sternly and loudly, then turned and left the room. The door slammed shut and Leithol let out a shout at it once it was closed, then moved to lock it with a four-digit code. He growled and turned back to Max, glaring hard at her before moving back to fixing the pod.

Obviously she'd gotten him in trouble for something. Sighing heavily she leaned her head against the pod. "Are you okay?" Not sure why she was worrying about the guy who'd been threatening her all day she shook her head. "I'm sorry if I got you into trouble."

Leithol looked at her and grimaced, then shook his head. "You didn't." he snapped, yanking at a panel in the pod's inside. "It was my own stupidity... my own negligence." he growled as he worked, sorting the wires that Charlie had managed to cut. He hated this job--the torturing part. He loved building things... he was a great engineer. But the mothership had plenty of engineers... They needed interrogators.

"What do you mean? You didn't do anything wrong...aside from hurt us, that is." Max watched him work, he seemed to know what he was doing, at least... it looked like he did. But what did she know? Their technology was nothing like this. It was...incredible.

Leithol tried to ignore her, but it was proving difficult. She was... interesting to him. Like a well-oiled and highly functioning machine, she was highly resistant to his sleeping gas, and his interrogation techniques. She was... different. He glanced at her and pursed his lips a little, then sighed and gave up on fixing the pod. Charlie had managed to cut one of the most important power lines and it would need to be replaced completely. He moved back to Max and eyed her through the glass. "What do you care?"

"Honestly? I'm not sure. I've never been a fan of seeing others hurt or in trouble. Back at our squad, if one of the men did something wrong, I took the fall for it. No one ever understood why." Cocking her head to the side a bit, she gave the first smile to Leithol. "I'm odd, what can I say."

"No shit." Leithol said shortly, frowning at her with a scoff through his gills. He turned and grabbed up his tools, taking them back with a small glance at Charlie. "You are both from the same squad?" he asked softly. The camera was off right now, so he hoped she understood it wasn't part of the interrogation.

Max nodded her head gently. "Charlie was the only one who ever treated me with respect. No matter how many times I proved myself, I'm still a woman." She ignored his rude response as she slid back down to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. There was no point standing if she didn't have to. She knew she'd probably be doing a lot of standing in the days to come.

"That makes no difference. Gender shouldn't. In our world, the women are in charge of most everything... and can far overshadow the males in any physical feat. But males are still equals." Leithol explained curtly as he worked on organizing his tools. "The fact that your world has a hierarchy based on gender is disgusting and primitive."

"Tell me about it. I'm the best shot on the squad, yet they ignore it and denying me and ranking. I'm not even supposed to apply for squad leader or anything." Sighing heavily, she watched him from across the room. For an alien who was trying to take over Earth, he was awefully nice to talk to. Frowning deeply she shook her head. Don't be stupid, this is Stockholm Syndrome. 

Leithol shook his head at her words, growling between his teeth irritably. "All the more reason to destroy your planet." he grumbled. He turned back to her, checking the stats on her pod before moving to finish fixing Charlie's pod. He was talking to his prisoner too much.

"Why destroy it? Why not...fix it?" The idea surprised even her as it came from her mouth. It wasnt a bad idea. They'd all be able to live, the Earth would still be there, the men wouldn't be so...pompous. "It would work in your guys favor."

"Because one cannot fix what is so irreparably broken." Leithol grumbled from inside Charlie's pod as he set about fixing it. "Your society is so corrupted and broken that there is no way to convince your leaders of anything else, even if it's for your own benefit. The best thing to do is just... destroy it and rebuild it. Besides, it's not my decision. That choice lies with our king and queen."

"Have they tried fixing it? I know you said it's impossible, but how do you know if you haven't tried? Maybe someone needs to suggest it to the...king and queen." Frowning slightly she watched him work, smiling softly. Glancing at Charlie's unmoving body, her smile slipped away, he didn't appear to be hurt but she couldn't know for sure.

"That's not my place either." Leithol sighed, shaking his head as he worked. "That job is for my leader... Calthikus. The one you saw bitch-slap me." he snarled, wrenching down on his tool and breaking off a piece of the pod with a curse under his breath. "And as you can probably guess... he's not too open-minded to listen to others' ideas."

"Most leaders dont." Chewing on her bottom lip, Max watched him carefully. "Would you like some help?" She may not know there technology but she could tell he was breaking things. Frowning slightly she pulled her braid over her shoulder and played with it.

"So you can break more important wires?" Leithol snapped at her. He moved out of Charlie's pod so he could glare in at Max through the glass of hers. "I don't think so. You two have caused enough damage as it is." he grumbled. He turned and moved to grab a different tool, moving back into the pod where more clicking and banging was heard. "I am an engineer by trade... I've been doing this a long time." he grunted. "I'm only doing this torture stuff because they told me to."

"Oh really?" Quirking an eyebrow at him, intrigued. He was only doing this because he had to. "Besides, I wasn't going to damage anything else." Crossing her legs indian style, she watched him carefully. "You didn't like hurting me?" She asked softly.

Leithol was silent for a bit, both verbally and physically, and then he sighed and shook his head. "No. I don't see much use for it. But Calthikus insists its the only way of extracting any sort of truth from you humans." he grumbled. "Naturally, he's very persuasive and convinced our king and queen of the same thing. Now, violence is the first method we turn to if we don't hear what we want from you." he sighed. "It's barbaric."

"I agree. And it's painful." Frowning deeply she shook her head. Massaging her temples she frowned. She was getting a headache. "Do you have anything for headaches? Do you get headaches?" Furrowing her eyebrows she realized that they knew absolutely nothing about these aliens.

Leithol frowned a bit and looked at her. "We do get headaches. And yes, I'm sure we have some sort of medicine for it..." he said softly. "I would have to go to the medical bay to get it." He pulled away from the pod and looked at her. "But why would I do that for you? You're my enemy."

Max bit down on her bottom lip, eyes cast down at the floor. She suffered from migraines, which was hard in her line of work. Normally she carried medicine with her but when she had emptied her pockets her pill case hadn't been there. She must have left it with her pack. "Nevermind then..." Propping her elbows on her knees, she covered her head with her hands, shading the lights from her eyes.

Leithol watched her, and frowned, then sighed and moved back into his torture room. After some scrounging about and a few clutters and bangs, he came back slowly and held out his hand for her to see a couple of small, bluish pills. "For your headache." he said softly. "This is... human medication, so the doses should be approximate."

Max lifted her head to look at him when he spoke. Looking down into his hand, she raised her eyebrows. Standing, she pressed her hands against the glass. "Thank you. I'll need something to take them with." Pressing her forehead against the glass she watched him carefully.

Leithol nodded in understanding and with the push of a button on his office wall, a glass of water appeared. He carried both the pills and the water to her pod, then paused. "Stand back." he instructed. Once he was sure she had made enough room, he put in a code on her stat screen and a small window opened in the glass, seeming to manifest its edges straight from the pane. He then slid his arms through the window, holding the water and pills out to her.

Max watched carefully but when the glass practically disintegrated right in front of her eyes, her eyes grew bigger in amazement. "Wow... your technology is way more advanced than ours." Reaching forward she took the glass from him first and then gently took the pills from his other hand. Smiling, she met his eyes. "Thank you." Placing both pills into her mouth she chugged the water and sighed. Handing the glass back to him she leaned against the far side, away from him and closed her eyes.

Leithol took the glass back from her and watched as the window closed by reintegrating with the rest of the glass, before he cleared his throat. "W-would you like me to... help you sleep until the medication kicks in?" he asked with a motion to the sleeping gas button. "Just a little dose... you'll only nap for a couple of hours."

"Would it make you feel better if I did?" Max smiled slightly as she slid back down to the ground, sitting indian style once again. Leaning her head back against the glass she closed her eyes and nodded. "Sure... That would be nice. Maybe this time I'll sleep peacefully."

"Well, I would get more work done..." Leithol commented, though it almost sounded as if he was teasing her. He nodded at her words and reset the gas amounts so that she would only sleep for a couple hours.. IF the gas worked properly on her this time, though according to the track record she'd accumulated so far, that seemed unlikely. He pushed the button and released the gas into her pod, watching her a little. "Sleep tight." This time when he said it, it's wasn't as dry or cruel.

A small smile slide across her lips at his words. For someone who was torturing her, he seemed alright. But then again, it didn't seem as if he really wanted to torture her. She knew that when he had to ask questions again, it would most likely be hard on him. He clearly didn't want to hurt her. And that was the last thought she had before drifting off to sleep.

It was only a few hours later that she woke back up, but instead of her headache being gone, it had intensified. Groaning loudly, she leaned against the glass, placing her forehead on it, hoping the cold from the glass would help.

Charlie's pod had been completely fixed by the time she woke up, and Leithol was working on something else at his table when he'd heard her wake up. He turned and headed back to her pod, lifting a pair of workmen's goggles off of his eyes and resting them on his forehead. "You're awake." he said and nodded. "How is your headache?" Charlie was back in his pod now, only this time his pockets had been thoroughly checked and emptied, and his hands were cuffed to prevent him from doing anymore damage to his pod.

Max groaned and held her hands over her ears. "Worse..." Curling up into a ball on the floor of the pod, she held her arms around her head, trying to shield the light and dull the pain. Whimpering softly, she tucked her knees against her chest and took slow deep breaths.

Leithol frowned deeply and sighed, then reached up and detached her pod from the wall. He pulled it out into the torture room, and opened the door, letting her out and chaining her to the pole. But this time, instead of torturing her, he put an oxygen mask on her mouth and nose and a blindfold over her eyes to block out the bright halogen lights of the room. "Just relax. Curling up like that will prevent blood flow to your head, which can make it worse." he said softly. He then shifted things around in a drawer of his tool table, pulling out a syringe of blue liquid. "Hold still... This is a formula with nanobots. They will find what's causing your headache and fix it."

"Wont you get in trouble for helping me?" Max's words were soft and muffled due to the mask but she hoped he could hear her. Laying her head back against the pole behind her, she sighed softly, taking in the oxygen from the mask. It smelled like fresh air and it felt great against her face. The blindfold helped wonders, blocking out every bit of light.

"My king likes to have healthy prisoners... especially warriors of Earth." Leithol explained as he carefully injected the nanobots formula into her arm. He withdrew the needle and watched her a moment. "Just relax. They'll do their job and I'll get a report about what was wrong with you to begin with..." he nodded. "If it's a recurring problem, we'll know a more effective way to treat it."

"Ah... I see. So your actually not being nice. Just doing your job." Max lay there with her legs crossed indian style as she listened to the things happening around her. She needle hadnt really hurt but then again, she was used to them by now. Sighing softly she waited for him to find out what was wrong.

Leithol frowned at her words. "Yeah." he replied simply as there was a beep from her stats screen on her pod. He stood up from her and moved to check it, then nodded with a sigh. "You are light sensitive... and your blood glucose is low." he explained. "You need to eat." He turned and put in a code on a pad on the wall, and a plate of food appeared. It was human food... a sandwich with fruit, and a glass of fruit juice. He set the tray in front of her and then moved behind her. "I'm going to untie you. Don't try anything funny."

"Never. I'd rather not die today." Frowning slightly, Max looked down at the plate with a small smile. After he had untied her she began munching on her food. Sighing softly, she continued eating. "Thank you. " Grabbing up a few grapes, she popped them into her mouth and savored them. They were her favorite fruit and she could practically live off of them.

Leithol nodded at her gratitude, and stood up again. He watched her eat for a few moments, then turned and moved back to his table. He shuffled some things around, then came back with a wrappered item, dropping it onto the floor in front of her. It was a chocolate hostess snack. "Eat that too."

"Why..." Raising her eyebrows, Max looked up at Leithol, curious now. "Why do you have all this human food? Oh... do you eat human food?" Taking the final bite of her sandwich, she sat back and watched him. He was very interesting looking to her. Very muscular, which was a definite plus in the looks department for her. She liked a man with muscles. Cocking her head at him she smiled slightly. Yes, he definitely intrigued her.

Leithol shook his head. "No, we don't eat human food..." he said softly. "Our bodies cannot digest it. I kept it because... I'm intrigued by the chemical makeup behind it. Human food is... interesting to me." He shrugged and sighed. "I'm an engineer, remember? I have to know what things are made of and how they work. Just... eat it. It'll be good for your glucose levels."

"So demanding." Shrugging her shoulder's she picked up the snack cake and began eating it. She wasn't going to complain. If he wants to give me chocolate, by all means, pass it along! Giggling softly she finished up her food and set the tray aside. Sighing happily, "I didn't realize how hungry I actually was."

"Stress can have some peculiar effects on the human body, we've come to find." Leithol nodded, moving to collect her tray. He set it on an opening in his wall and watched it pixilate, then disappear completely, as if it had never existed at all. He looked back at her. "I'll feed your comrade in a little bit, when he's calmed down."

"Mmm, good luck with that. Charlie isn't really the calm type." Turning to look at him she cocked an eyebrow at him in question. "Like what sort of things? I know stress takes a told on the body... makes you tired but, what exactly have you found? Do you not stress?" Stretching her legs out in front of her she crossed one ankle over the other, much more comfortable now.

Leithol looked back at her and shook his head. "We try not to, after seeing the toll it takes on your human bodies. For you humans... negative stress can do anything from causing anyeurisms, hernias, hemmohroids, it can cause still births and miscarriages of your children, it can cause nightmares and insomnia, or on the opposite scale: depression and comatose states.. It can also prevent a woman from having her monthly menstrual cycle or getting pregnant. It can even prevent normal bowel movements and cause sickness."

"How do you know so much about us...and why?" Running a hand through her hair she smiled softly. Her head was feeling quite a bit better. She wasn't sure what had done it, but she was glad. Running her hands up and down her arms she frowned. She'd forgotten she didn't have a shirt on. "Do you have anything I could possibly cover up with?"

Leithol nodded and moved to another part of the wall. With a gentle push, a cabinet door opened up, and a rack of shirts appeared. They were simple, black, form-fitting... He pulled one off and tossed it to her. "Here. Don't worry about the size... It'll adjust to fit you." he explained. "We know so much about you humans because we've been studying you for a long time. Seven centuries, to be exact."

"Jesus..." Tugging the shirt on quickly, thank goodness it was long sleeve, she watched as it did exactly what he said, shoving of her large breasts and flat stomach perfectly. "Ooo... I like these." Shaking her head she looked around. "I think I was born into the wrong species." Giggling softly she leaned back against the poll. "Thank you."

"That shirt is made of microfibers... They measure and adjust to the person wearing them. It's a perfect fit every time... and it's tough... almost as tough as your humans' kevlar bullet-proof vests." Leithol nodded with a small, proud smile. "Fire resistant... water-proof, stain-proof..." He then cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his bald head. "I invented it."

"Oh wow, thanks impressive. But... would your boss really want me wearing something like this? What if...what... Nevermind." Looking at the ground she frowned deeply. She'd been about to ask, what if he had to beat her again. Would she be inflicted through the shirt?

Leithol shook his head. "We're not above modesty." he said softly. "He won't question why a female human should be covered up for posterity." He cleared his throat and looked away, then turned back to his tool table. "If you're willing to offer information willingly.. I won't have to worry about beating it out of you."

"I wont betray my country. I may not have any issues with you, but I don't know you well enough to just hand over information. If my people captured you and wanted information from you, would you give it willingly?" Max looked up at him, a serious expression too plain on her face as she watched him work around on the table.

"I would." Leithol nodded, turning back to her with a serious frown. "Because I have faith in my people to counter whatever your people could threaten with." he grumbled. "My people are strong, and I know it, and my place here is minial... it amounts to nothing." he hissed. "They wouldn't miss me if I went missing and any information I could give you would mean nothing to my people if yours knew it."

"Then you and I hold two entirely different places in our world." Max knew that with the information she held, they could do wonders. Being in the highest ranking squad in the world gave her benefits like that. She also didn't have the same faith in her people. They were quite stupid and reacted without thinking at times.

Leithol frowned deeply at her. "Obviously. Why do you think you and Charlie are prisoners here?" he asked softly. "Earth warriors and people of status on your planet are saved for interrogation... lesser beings are dissected and studied. Be grateful." he grumbled.

At his comments her spine snapped into attention, straightening. "I think we'd better change the subject." Anger was clear in her eyes as she looked away from him. Max may not love her people, but she sure as hell didn't want to hear what they did to people who weren't of stature. Clenching her hands into fists, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

Leithol sighed heavily with his back to her, hanging his head a little and nodding. "Sorry." He turned and moved to her pod, standing beside it with the door open and looking at her expectantly, obviously hinting that it was time for her to go back inside.

Frowning deeply, Max bit down on her bottom lip as she stood. "Yeah...sure." Rolling her eyes she crossed the room and stepped into her pod. If she would have been smart she would have taken a run for it, but she couldn't just leave Charlie. Sliding down the glass she sat back down, arms and legs crossed.

Leithol shut the door and locked it, turning her stats screen back on and sighing as he pushed her pod back into the wall where it belonged. He then ordered a new tray of hot, fresh human food and put it in Charlie's pod before reaching in and injecting him with the wake-up syrum. He watched Charlie wake up, then stood back and nodded at the tray. "Eat."

Charlie groaned as he lifted his head from where he'd been passed out on the floor. He looked around and panted a little, then realized he was back in his pod... and his pod was fixed. He let out a loud growl of frustration, ignoring Leithol's instructions to eat and starting to bang on the glass. "FUCK OFF YOU FISH-BAIT FUCKER!" he shouted, kicking the tray of food and splattering it all over the inside of his pod.

"Charlie! Stop it! Quit acting like that." Sighing heavily, Max shook her head. "You acting like a child is going to get us into trouble." Laying her head against the glass of the pod she frowned deeply. Looking over at Leithol she furrowed her eyebrows in...confusion and a bit of anger at the last thing they'd talked about. Maybe she needed to harden up and fight them like she was trained to. Not act the way she'd been.

"Are you fucking KIDDING me, Max?!" Charlie shouted at her next, slamming his hands into his pod hard enough to make it jiggle in place. He growled and slammed his fists into it again and again until it was rocking back and forth. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"

Leithol narrowed his eyes hard at Charlie and then moved towards him quickly. He pulled the pod from the wall, making it hover so Charlie couldn't make it rock or wiggle anymore. He opened the door and dumped him out like before, which made him cry out as he landed hard on the floor, and before he could get up and attack Leithol, he shocked him with the taser. He watched Charlie go stiff and then fall into spasms on the floor, and Leithol grabbed his arms, chaining him up to the poll. "You should have listened to your commrade." he growled.

Charlie groaned from the floor as he was chained up, his arms up above his head and his feet spread out. He tried to fight Leithol off as he cut his shirt open, and growled deeply. "Don't touch me, you slimey bastard!" he snapped, kicking at him, but Leithol was too far up to reach with his feet. He growled as his shirt fell open, revealing his toned chest and stomach.

Leithol glared at him and tased him again, watching him shudder and spasm before going limp on the floor and groaning heavily, his eyes rolled back in his head. "Shut up." he said simply and turned to his table of tools. "Let's see... What would work well to teach you not to mess with the inner workings of my pod again?" he asked no one in particular.

"Leithol... please..." Max begged from her pod. It was the first time she'd actually said his name and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. It was a nice name and all but, being on a first name basis with someone she was supposed to despise...it was odd. "Please don't hurt him anymore. I'll... I'll... I'll take his place!" She blurted out suddenly, going back to her old ways of protecting her men.

Leithol looked back at her over his shoulder, seeming just as surprised as Charlie was for a moment, before Charlie started screaming. "NO! FUCK THAT!" he snapped. "YOU WANT ME?! YOU GOT ME, SNAKE! PUNISH ME!" he yelled, kicking and tugging against the chains. "I'm the one you want, I wrecked your pod!" he growled. "You better leave her the fuck alone!"

"Please, Leithol... Take me instead." Licking her lips, Max darted her eyes over to Charlie, glaring at him to shut the fuck up. Turning her eyes back to Leithol, pleading with him to change his mind and take her. "I'm begging you."

Leithol stood stark still, just watching her, seeming to think about it seriously a moment, then turned and tased Charlie again hard, making him cry out in pain before going limp, panting hard. He had burns on his chest now from being shocked so many times. Leithol unchained him and shoved him into his pod again, then closed and locked the door, pushing it back into the wall before taking out Max's.

"N-no... no, don't, you fucker.." Charlie groaned, panting heavily with the pain of being shocked so many times. He was exhausted just from that, but he would keep fighting for Max. "Don't fucking touch her! I'll kill you.." he growled, trying to stand up, but stumbling against the side of the pod.

Leithol pulled Max's pod clear to the other side of the room, to the torture pole, and he opened the door, reaching in and grabbing her arm, but it wasn't a tight hold. He pulled her out and chained her to the pole so she was standing up with her arms pinned above her head, then he pushed the pod back out of the room and pushed the button on the wall to separate them from Charlie. Once the wall was closed, Charlie's screams were completely muted. He turned back to Max with a serious expression and approached her slowly. "Do you really want that?" he hissed low to her, his gills rattling.

"If your asking if I want to be tortured, than no. But I'd rather you be me than him. That's all I want." Glancing back at the wall where she could once see Charlie, she frowned slightly. Sighing, Max turned back to Leithol and shrugged gently. "If this is a way to fix it, then, so be it."

Leithol shook his head with a small growl. "I don't want to beat you, we've been over this! Besides, there's no good reason to inflict harm on a prisoner if it's not to get information from them." he grumbled, standing up straight and crossing his arms angrily over his chest. "I'm not going to punish you on Charlie's behalf. That's ridiculous."

"Than why did you bring me out here?" Max asked, a confused expression adorned her face. If he had no intention of beating her then why didnt he just leave her in her pod? Raising her eyebrows at him, she noticed he was angry and that scared her a bit, though she would never admit it. She had to be strong for both her and Charlie's sake. Maybe they'd live through this.

"To get a rise out of him." Leithol said with a noncholant shrug of one shoulder. "To teach him a lesson. This room is completely sound-proof. He cannot hear anything going on in here, so I'm going to let his imagination fester a bit about what I could be doing to you." he said and turned, starting to pace to pass time. "Unless you would prefer that I actually did beat you?"

"If you want it to look real you may need to do something. Not that I want you too, I'm just saying." Max rolled her eyes and laid her head back against the poll. Sighing she sat flat on her butt and watched Leithol pace the room.

Leithol glanced at her again and sighed, then moved to her, watching her closely and seeming to think about it seriously. He then suddenly let fly a punch at her cheek, feeling his knuckles connect with her cheekbone, and he knew there would be a mighty bruise there. "Good enough?" he asked as he shook out the soreness in his knuckles.

Max cried out at he hit her, her head thrown to the side with the force of the punch. Groaning in pain she spit on the floor, blood coming out of her mouth. "Yeah... that's good." Sniffling softly she shook her head, trying to rid herself of the dizzy feeling she suddenly had.

Leithol sighed and moved to grab a clean rag, taking it back to her and kneeling in front of her, lightly dabbing her lip for her, very gingerly. He hooked his fingers under her chin and tilted her head back, gently pushing some of her hair out of her face, and continuing to clean her face. "It'll swell.. and bruise... but I'll give you some effective pain medication so you won't feel it." he said softly.

"Don't worry about it. I've been put through worse. But thanks." Sighing heavily, Max watched Leithol carefully and shook her head. "Leithol, what are you going to do when they need you to ask me questions again? You wont be able to fake it. And I wouldn't ask you too. I refuse to stand in the way of your job."

Leithol's expression grew serious, and he shook his head. "I will do what I must." he said softly, turning and using the rag to clean the floor now, wiping up the blood she'd spat out moments ago. He stood up and sighed, taking the rag to a hole in the wall, dropping it in and hearing it incinerate instantly. He turned back to her, moving to her again and tipping her face this way and that to study the mark he'd given her. It looked real enough. "Are you sure you don't want something for it? Ice, at least?"

"If ice will make you feel better, than sure." Max leaned her head back against the poll and stared up at the strange...man in front of her. He seemed to genuinely care. He didn't actually want to hurt her, but he knew he had to. "Thank you, for taking me instead."

"Don't thank me. It's making a bigger impact on your partner than if I had simply beat him instead." Leithol grumbled, getting up and moving to fetch her ice. He came back with a small bunch of it, bundled in a clean rag, and he unlocked one of her arms so she could hold it against her own cheek.

"Oh..." Max held the ice to her cheek with her freed hand and sighed softly. "How long do you intend to keep us here? And once done, what do you plan to do with us?" She knew she probably didnt want to know the answer to those questions but they'd hwve to talk about it sooner or later.

Leithol looked at her seriously as he leaned back against his tool table, watching her with his arms cross and shaking his head. "I don't know how long we'll hold you here, exactly. Until we get the information we need from you, I suppose... And I don't even know what my leaders are looking for. After that... We may kill you. Or... release you back to your planet's surface in preparation for its destruction." he shrugged.

"So either way, we die." Max's eyes hardened as she stared at the ground. "Put me back in my pod, please." Chewing on her bottom lip, she forced herself to her feet with a bit of difficulty. Turning her eyes over to Leithol, she stared at him. "I'd like you to make me sleep as well."

"Why?" Leithol asked, his eyes hardening on her as well now. He uncrossed his arms and moved towards her a little. "What is the point of that? So you can sleep away your last crucial moments of life? So you can spend whatever time your planet has left, in a coma and blissfully unaware of the pain surrounding you?" He shook his head. "That's a coward's way, Max. I thought you'd be tougher than that. At least Charlie is fighting it."

"No, so I don't have to look at you. Charlie and I have done nothing to you, and neither has our world for that matter. We don't deserve this." Turning her eyes away from Leithol, she felt the tears start to trail down her face. Sniffling softly she shook her head and wiped her cheeks.

Leithol sighed softly, shaking his head. "I don't know why we're doing this to your planet, Max. I really don't... Our species has never been this... hostile before. We have never seen the need to interfere with the agendas of other worlds." he grumbled. "This is as new to me as it is to you. Remember? I'm an engineer? So don't look at me that way... Like this is my fault." he growled, turning and opening the wall to the room, then moving to grab her pod once the wall was open. Charlie's screaming had filled the room once again... It seemed he hadn't stopped screaming even once while they had been in there.

"It may not be your fault, but I don't see you doing anything to stop it. And don't give me that 'im just an engineer' shit. I'm just a woman to my people and I've accomplished a great deal." Max watched as he rolled out her pod, her frowned deepened when she heard Charlie screaming. "Charlie, just...shut the fuck up." Max's voice sounded defeated, even to her own ears. It was pathetic to her, but she just didn't care anymore.

Leithol frowned deeply. "I've done far more for my race than you could ever dream." he whispered. "I wasn't talking about myself being an engineer as a negative... I meant is as in, I'm too good for this bottom-of-the-ladder, out-of-the-loop grunt work! This is below my status!" he growled. "I meant it as in I've never done this before. This is new to me." he sighed. He shook his head and pulled her pod closer, then opened teh door and moved to unchain her wrist, pulling her to her pod.

Max shoved Leithol away from her angrily, turning to him she narrowed her eyes before turning and stepping into the pod on her own. "Glad to hear it." Leaning against the back of her pod she crossed her arms over her chest. Sliding down the wall, she crossed her legs in an indian style fashion and got comfortable.

Leithol stumbled back, but only a step, then glared hard at her. He slammed her pod door shut, then pushed her pod back into the wall. Once it was locked into place, he irritatingly checked her stats screen, and Charlie's, then pushed the buttons to release the sleeping gas. Charlie went down first, hard, and Leithol glared at Max as he waited for her to fall asleep.

Curling up into a ball, Max closed her eyes and allowed the gas to take over. She slowly drifted into a fitful sleep, thrashing around in the pod, kicking and murmuring loudly. Her sleep only lasted a couple of hours before she jumped out of her sleep as if she was aiming a gun at something. "Ugh..." Smacking herself in the head she laid back down and curled up into a tight ball.

Leithol had calmed down significantly over the last couple of hours while they'd been sleeping, and he was sitting back at his desk, working on something rather complex. He was building a music box. Or rather... fixing one. He was adjusting the cogs inside and the pieces that danced on the lid. He Hadn't even heard Max wake up, because he was so enamoured with this project. He was humming the tune to himself softly, letting it play every few minutes to see if it was working properly, then pausing it to adjust something else.

Max laid there, curled up into a ball. Sniffling softly she wiped the tears from her eyes. She'd been dreaming of when she had been prisoner of war. The things they'd done to her, at least they hadn't raped her. Sighing heavily she glanced around. Or put her in a glass box. Laying her head in her arms she laid there silently.

Leithol finally seemed to notice her sniffles and whimpers, and he turned in his stool to look at her. He frowned deeply, then sighed. He knew the gas wouldn't work too long on her. He finally got up and moved to her pod, checking her stats before opening the door. "Here." He offered her a glass of water, watching her seriously. "I'm sorry... about the things I said earlier."

Max stared at the glass for a moment before taking it and drinking it. "Don't worry about it." Wiping her tears away, she handed him the empty glass. "Thank you.." Clearing her throat uncomfortably, she laid her head back down and sighed. If she could ever sleep, she'd be much happier but she knew that wasn't possible.

Leithol watched her lay back down and he frowned a little. "I've been studying your blood." he said softly after taking the glass back and setting it aside. "I know why the gas doesn't affect you as much as it does other humans." He watched her, then looked down almost shamefully. "Your white blood cells attack the gas particles in your system like an infection... and eradicates it rather easily. You have a hyper-active immune system. You never really get sick, do you? Not even the sniffles."

"Nope, never." Laying her hands on her arms she tried shutting out the images that fluttered through her mind. Chewing on her bottom lip she looked up at him and frowned. "Is that all my blood shows you?" Raising her eyebrow in question, she watched him. She wanted to keep him talking, it distracted her from the images, at least, a little bit.

"Well... aside from the fact that your blood type is rather common, yes." Leithol nodded and looked at her. "I didn't see any viruses... infections... nothing out of the ordinary." he explained with a shrug. He then frowned at her before glancing at the music box he'd been fixing, still sitting incomplete on his tool desk. "Want to see my current project?"

"It depends, do I have to be chained? I promise not to do anything stupid." She stared up at him, her promise showing bright in her eyes. Max sat up slowly, her eyes never leaving his. Carefully she stood and leaned against the glass, waiting for his response.

Leithol gave her a small smile. He actually SMILED, though it was subtle. "No, I won't chain you." he said as he stood up with her. He nodded at her, then turned and lead her back to the tool table, sitting back down on his stool and grabbing up the music box he'd been working on. It was old, and the paint was cracking and peeling off, especially on the two figures on the top that were locked in an eternal embrace as they waltzed to the song he was currently trying to fix. "I found it on a run one day..."

Max had followed close behind him and leaned against the work bench. "It's beautiful." Running her fingers over the figures, she smiled softly. "Do you have paint? Or...do you plan on leaving it faded?" Quirking an eyebrow at him curiously, she leaned down to inspect it. "I could paint it easily."

Leithol looked at her then, and he had almost a childish air about him. "You could?" he asked and smiled. "I can't... human paint and my species' paint are different... made of different compounds. Your paint gives me allergic reactions..." he explained slowly, then frowned down at the figurines. "I can find some human paint though... and bring it here so you can paint it?"

"Would you like that?" Max turned to look at Leithol and smiled softly. "Sure, if that is what you want, I could do that." Smiling she glanced around and saw another stool close by. Pulling it over, she sat down and watched him carefully. "This is actually a very old music box."

Leithol nodded and smiled at her again gently. "I know... I already time coded it to over eighty years old." he said proudly, stroking the back of the female dancer. He admired it a moment, then sighed and looked at her again. "I almost have it working properly. I'm missing one piece... A screw."

"Well that can't be hard to find. Screws are easy...that is.. unless you guys don't have screws." Max ran a hand through her hair, blushing slightly. "I keep forgetting how different our worlds are. I know nothing about your except for the fact that you respect woman and are super smart." Letting out a soft laugh she shook her head gently.

Leithol shrugged. "We do have screws, but nothing as small as I need for this. This screw I need cannot be any larger than a quarter of a milimeter." he explained, fingering the spot where it belonged underneath. He frowned a little and sighed, shaking his head. "Maybe I'll find it someday."

"Yes, yes you will. Or, you could make one." Max tilted her head in thought and nodded gently. "Why don't you make one? You said you were good at making things. Why not try making this?" Smiling softly, she nudged him with her elbow, proud of her bright idea.

Leithol looked up at her again and frowned a little. He seemed to think about this, then looked down at the table again, considering it before he nodded. "That's possible." he said and stood up, moving to a piece of the wall near his desk. He pushed a couple of buttons and soon a holographic key board appeared from the wall, along with a screen. He put in a code, pushed a few more buttons, then closed it all up again. "The materials I need will be here shortly." he nodded and smiled at her. "Thank you."

Max smiled softly and nodded her head gently. "Of course." Sitting back, she leaned her back against the work bench and glanced around the room. "It's awfully quiet. Don't you get lonely? Or... do you have a lady friend?" She quirked an eyebrow, looking at him curiously.

Leithol's eyes snapped to her and he blinked a moment. "Lady friend?" he asked, then his green skin seemed to darken and his fins rattled a little awkwardly. "Oh, you mean a mate..." he said softly. "No. My species mates for life... and I have not yet found a companion." he shrugged and frowned down at the floor. "I don't mind being alone..."

"I hate being alone. It's too quiet for me. I also hate being without...a mate. It gets me all cranky and..." Max realized what she was saying and blushed deeply. "Oh god... You didn't need to hear all of that." Shaking her head she turned away from him, pressing her hands to her cheeks to try and cool them off as her embarrassment slowly faded.

Leithol quietly studied her as she turned away and he frowned in confusion. "But humans don't usually mate for life... We've done the research. Humans cheat... They are very promiscuous creatures by nature and never tend to stay satisfied with one mate for long." he said with a shake of his head. He then watched her. "What does it feel like? To have a new companion so often?"

"I wouldn't know. I've only been with one guy before in my life, and that didn't go over so well." Max stared at the floor, frowning deeply. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she shrugged her shoulders gently. She really didn't even want to think about it. "Some are worse than others, never wanting to find the one person their supposed to be with for the rest of their lives."

Leithol tilted his head at Max, watching her still with his big, dark eyes, and he seemed to chew his lip a moment. "How DO you humans mate...?" he asked inquisitively. He asked it with an innocence that was akin to a child asking where babies come from. "I mean.. I've seen diagrams and videos of the research the doctors here provide... but... How does it happen? What does it feel like?"

"Uh... well... I guess it depends on how it's done. There are several ways. I'm assuming some ways can feel good." Max hadn't meant for the word assuming to come out, it just had. Sighing softly she turned around to look up into Leithol's eyes. "How do your kind mate?"

"Similarly to yours..." Leithol coughed, blushing more and looking down at his music box a little, fiddling with it before standing up with a shrug. "But our males have two penises and the females... Well.. if they don't like it, they have teeth... inside and can... end it." he winced, taking the music box and tucking it into a storage compartment in the wall. "Many males do not escape coitus without scars."

"So... can you have...sex with more than one person or can you only do that with the one you mate with?" Max felt a slight tingling take over down in her nether regions and shook her head, her blush deepening. "My kind dont have...teeth down there." Biting her bottom lip she stared down at her lap.

"I know you don't... I'm somewhat envious of your males for that." Leithol said with a shy chuckle, then cleared his throat awkwardly as the wall hid his music box away for him. He came back to Max and watched her. "We can only have sex with the one we mate with for life." he explained, shaking his head. "Sex is simply for procreation for us... I'm also envious of you humans for that. You have sex for pleasure... with no attachments." he shrugged, leaning against his tool box a little. He also felt some tinglings in his pants, but he tried his hardest to suppress them. Feelings like that for a human woman were not acceptable. But... that smell... He could smell her. "A-are... Are you becoming... aroused?"

"Not all people have sex for pleasure, some do it to show they have control over you." At Leithol's last question Max gasped loudly, turning to look at him. "H-how... How did you know that?" Blushing deeply, she wrapped her arms around herself, wanting to hide or... go back to her pod. Something to get out of this embarrassing moment. She had just realized that she was getting aroused, how could he tell?

Leithol blushed too and shrugged, shaking his head. "I can smell it." he explained. "We all have the ability to smell that... It's how we know who's interested in us and who we can choose to mate with..." he explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to embarrass you." He was rather glad she couldn't smell him... Though he knew that his body's reaction to her smell would become obvious visually instead rather soon. "M-Maybe you should sleep for a while." he suggested, moving towards her pod.

Max realized suddenly, she didn't want to go back into her pod, not really. Just thinking about it sadened her. "Leithol... I'm tired of sleeping. Please don't make me go back in there." Biting her bottom lip she looked over at him, frowning. "And...it's not your fault Im embarrassed. It's just a normal reaction for me."

"It was my fault... because I brought up the conversation topic." Leithol explained with a shake of his head and he sighed, running both hands over his bald head. "I'm sorry. I won't make you go back into the pod if you don't want..." he whispered, gulping. He would just have to try harder to eliminate his own problem... Thankfully, his pants were black and it would be hard to notice at first. "Well then... what would you like to do?"

Max blushed deeply and shook her head. "Something I can't do at the moment." Just the thought of sex made her wetter. She could feel her panties growing wet with the thought of it. Running a shaky hand through her hair, she began feeling hot. Both from embarrassment and arousal. Sighing heavily she glanced around the room. "Do you guys have music?"

Leithol could smell her, and how she was getting wet every second they stood there. He gulped and glanced at Charlie's pod, then at his office door. He nodded, coughing again. "Y-yes, but you wouldn't like it." he whispered, moving to his door to lock it with a code, making sure no one would be able to get in. He then looked at her, the gills behind his ears giving a little, slow fan. It wasn't a hard rattle like when he was angry. His attempts to fight his own arousal was waning the longer he could smell her. Something about her smell was... different than the women of his own kind. It smelled... sweeter. He moved towards her then. "What is it you think you can't do?" he asked softly, moving until their bodies were a little close, watching her face and nothing else.

"How would you know? I haven't even heard it." Shrugging her shoulders gently, she eyed him carefully. Max's breath caught in her throat as he stepped closer to her. Swallowing past the nervousness in her throat, she eyed him carefully. "Uh...Um..." Clearing her throat she shook her head. "Get rid of my arousal." Goosebumps appeared all over her arms and neck, her hair standing on end as a shiver ran up her spine. He was making her uneasy, but not in way that she couldn't handle and not in an uncomfortable way.

Leithol watched her body's reaction to his closeness and he knew. She was aroused by him now... He moved closer, a hand lightly running over her arm. He felt insane... but he had needs, and apparently so did she. He watched her skin react to his touch, and then raised his eyes to look at her. "I can help with that." he whispered, watching her. "If you want. I caused it... it seems only right that I help alleviate the problem as well." he shrugged. His pants were tight now... and a large lump was protruding from the front.

Max licked her lips nervously as her eyes darted down, finding a bulge in his pants she blushed deeply, gasping softly, as her eyes shot up, returning to his. As his hand trailed up her arm, her eyes fluttered closed as another shiver ran up her spine, causing her entire body to vibrate. Sighing heavily she forced herself to look up into his eyes, giving her head a slightly nod of approval. She was afraid of speaking at the moment, very unsure of herself as she watched him carefully. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this.

Leithol's body gave a shudder as well, but instead of appearing as goosebumps like it did on her skin, his scales instead rippled with color, turning from green to blue briefly and then back to green. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from his tool chest, towards the torture room... but put in a new code into the wall and it slowly began to rotate. The torture room disappeared into the wall and another room opened up: a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. He pulled her inside and let the wall door close, separating them from the sleeping Charlie, and he turned to her, watching her a moment before pulling her closer, their faces close. He closed his eyes and finally touched his lips to hers. Unlike the rest of his body, which was covered in smooth scales, his lips were soft.

Max shrieked softly as he tugged her off her stool and led her into...a bedroom. "Oh my god..." She whispered softly. Amazed at there technology. As the door closed behind them the room grew quiet. Watching Leithol, she took a few deep breaths as he pulled her close, her heart beat racing. When he lowered his face, her eyes fluttered closed. As his lips touched hers she let out a soft moan, her hand instantly going to his neck, while the other she laid on his chest.

Leithol was not accustomed to the sounds she was making... It was soft, and low... and it turned him on all the more. Women in his species were either completely silent or very loud from the start to announce their union. But her noises... they were sexy. He made the same sound, trying to keep it soft, an arm sliding around her waist and pulling her body flush against his. The friction of her body against his two cocks in his pants made him gasp and tighten his hold on her.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as he tugged her against him. "Mmm..." Breaking the kiss she looked up into his eyes, already breathing deeply, not from the kiss but from her arousal. Blushing deeply, she used the hand that rested on his chest to slide down in between them and gently rub against his two cocks. Two? What are we going to do with two?! A soft smile spread across her lips as she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his lips.

Leithol was confused by the flick of her tongue on his lips, but her hand on his groin made his lips part anyways. He welcomed her tongue into his mouth and kissed her back hungrily, tasting her with his own tongue--which was slightly forked at the end--and pushing her backwards onto his bed. He was already shirtless, so he slid his hands under her shirt against her stomach and peeling it up and off of her.

Max had been slightly surprised when he'd opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, but not as surprised as when he pushed her onto the bed. After he removed her top she blushed gently. Sure he'd seen her like this once already but that had been a different situation. Breathing heavily she reached down and began undoing his pants. Biting her bottom lip nervously, she paused just shy of pushing them down. Looking up into his eyes she blushed deeply. "Will you do it?" She wasn't sure her hands or her mind were steady enough to remove the rest of his clothing.

Leithol looked down at her, panting a little with his excitement, but he nodded and sat back, up and off of her. He stood at the end of the bed and watched her as he reached down, pulling down his pants slowly. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside and blushing as his two cocks were blatantly revealed. They sat one beside the other on his groin, and were roughly the same size and length, thick and also green, but fleshy and not covered in scales either. He crawled back over her and kissed her again, then reached down and undid her pants as well, tugging at them gently.

Max blushed at the sight of him but was surprised at how aroused she got when she saw him...them. As she grew close, she reached out with one hand and gently stroked them each a few times. Kissing him deeply, almost roughly, she raised her hips, making it easier for him to remove her pants. She didn't wear panties, she stopped wearing them when she joined up, seeing no point in wearing them all the time.

Leithol peeled her pants off her lower half, tossing them off the bed onto the floor with a moan at her touches. She was... exploring him. Touching him... females in his species never did this either. He shuddered and his hips twitched against her hand, both cocks giving a pulsing throb under her fingertips. He kissed her back hotly, hungrily, clawing at her bra next and finally getting it undone and tossed aside, and he rested on top of her slightly, moaning again. He wanted to hear her make those sounds again... He liked it when she made those sounds.

Max reached down and grabbed one of his hands, placing it on her breasts she moaned softly, allowing her eyes to flutter closed. "Mmmm..." Taking the same hand she began stroking him once again. "Do they cum at the same time, or...do you have to do them both individually?" She was very curious about this. If they each needed their own attention, it would be a long night. Which she had no complaint of. She far he was gentle, sexy, kind, nothing like her past experience. Frowning slightly for a second she brushed those thoughts away until later. Turning her attention back to Leithol she smiled softly. "Do you find me attractive? Am I anything like your women here?"

"You are nothing like our women..." Leithol panted. Which was exactly why he found her so incredibly attractive. "And yes... you are very attractive... delectable... desirable.. irresistible." he whispered hotly, kissing her again and blushing deeply, pushing his cocks against her hand again. "And no... They cum at pretty much the same time..." he whispered, thinking about her question. He gulped and palmed her breast, looking down at it and admiring how fleshy and full it was. He used his free hand to grab her other one, massaging them both with firm squeezes and tugs on her nipples. They fascinated him.

Max moaned loudly as he played with her breasts. Closing her eyes for a moment she allowed him to do what he wanted as she continued to stroke each of his cocks in turn. "Mmm... I'm glad I appeal to you. Ah..." She gasped when he tugged on her nipples, causing her eyes to fly open suddenly. "Would you like to explore my body?" Taking one of his hands once again, she slid it down her body and in between her legs. "I promise it won't bite." She smiled at him, her eyes full of lust as she watched him.

Leithol blinked at her as she took his hand and pulled it away from her breast and down between her legs instead. He watched it disappear between her thighs and his fingertips were suddenly met with slick wetness. He gasped, feeling his entire body shudder at the feeling, and he gently caressed his fingertips against her slit, brushing her clit and her vulva gently. "What is this?" he asked as he pressed a finger against her swollen clit.

Max cried out in pleasure as his fingertip ran across her clit. "Oh... Leithol... Th-That's my clit...clitoris. Mmmm... It's very sensitive. Sexually." Looking into his eyes she panted softly, her entire body had jumped when he'd brushed her clit. He was amazing and he didn't even know it.

Leithol had jumped when Max had, blinking at her and pulling his hand away in alarm. "Clit...?" he asked, repeating the word slowly. It was like a button that just made her react. He slid his hand back between her legs and brushed it again, but this time gentler than before, just watching her face curiously. He had to test this.

"Oh..." Max moaned softly as his finger brushed against her. Raising her hips she rocked against him wanting more. Her brain kicked back on and she began stroking him once again, her hand moving slowly up and down each of his cocks. "Can you feel how wet I am? That is a very good thing. It means my body...and I both want you...badly." Max blushed deeply as she looked up into Leithol's eyes, licking her lips nervously.

Leithol nodded with a gulp, watching her curiously, like a young boy, experiencing all this for the first time--and truthfully, he was. He was a virgin. All males of his species were until they found mates. It also didn't help that Max was human and her anatomy was different. He moved his fingers a little lower than her clit, further feeling how wet she was before curiously sliding a couple of fingers into her. He could feel how tight she was... how soft inside. Like velvet pillows. He shuddered again, his cocks throbbing in her hands. "W-what do you want me to do?" he asked, pulling his fingers out again.

Max smiled softly. "It depends, would you rather get this over with, or... would you like to take it slow and explore? Personally, im enjoying the slowness." Max giggled softly as she looked up at him. Leaning forward she gently, softly kissed his lips, not being demanding but loving.

Leithol blushed, seeming to think about it, then nodding in agreement. "Slow." he said and kissed her again, grinding his hips down against hers. Usually, when it came to mating with his own species, it was quick, painful for the men, and emotionless. He was feeling rather out of place here, but in a good way. He wanted to be more fulfilling to her. He moved his mouth to her neck and shoulder, kissing and suckling lightly until he left a hickey, and then blinked and pulled back, touching a finger to it. "H-have I hurt you?" he asked, frowning at the bruise.

Max placed a gentle hand on his arm and shook her head. "No, we call those love bites where I'm from." Giggling softly, a soft cherry color appeared on her cheeks. His innocence made this experience all the more interesting. They were both doing a touch and go process. Since she herself has never really had a pleasurable sexual experience.

Leithol studied the mark a little more. "Love... bite? But it did not hurt you...?" he asked, seeming confused at this. By his experience, bites hurt. A lot. But he didn't let himself get too distracted by this. He couldn't dwell on things he didn't understand right now. All he knew was that he was excited and wanted more. He kissed her lips again and moaned, moving to palm and toy with her breasts again. He enjoyed those... But he also liked her reaction to his touch below too... so he slid a hand between them and ran his finger over her clit again.

Before he'd kissed her she'd smiled and shook her head. "No, Leithol, it didn't hurt." Smiling softly she watched as he lowered his head and kissed her. She returned this kiss eagerly, gently wrapping her arms around his neck, moaning against his lips as he began touching her again. Arching her back slightly, she rocked her hips against his hand.

Leithol moved his hand with her hips, shivering at her sounds. "I like hearing you..." he whispered against her lips. "Those sounds you make... they're beautiful." he breathed and kissed her again firmly. And considering that this room--and other rooms--was completely sound-proof, she could be as loud as she wanted. He ground his hips against hers a little, but his finger never left her clit.

Max's eyes flew open at his words, her cheeks darkening. "They are?" Biting down on her bottom lip, she swallowed slightly. She felt him grinding against her and shivered slightly. "I'm glad you like it..." As he kissed her, she gently opened her mouth again. It had been different, his tongue against hers but...in a good way. Trailing her tongue along his lips, she waited eagerly.

Leithol opened his lips for her and eagerly welcomed her tongue into his mouth, his forked tongue meeting hers happily. He finally pulled his finger away from her clit and positioned himself with one of his cocks, and slowly pushed forwards into her wet, tight, velvety soft folds. He groaned deeply, shuddering and seeming about ready to collapse from the way it felt. "N-Nn!" he gasped, pushing in as deeply as he could, his other cock rubbing against her clit as a consequence.

Max shuddered as he pushed into her. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she nudged gently. "Slow... It's been a while so I'm going to be extremely tight. You'll need to do small movement until I adjust to your size." She panted heavily she as moved her hands to rub up and down his chest, letting him know it was okay to move.

Leithol had paused when she nudged him to slow down, and he breathed shakily, deeply, but gave a nod. He kept pushing, but gently and slowly, until he went as deep as he could go. He breathed deeply, just holding himself there, getting used to how tight she was, and slowly rotating his hips to help her adjust to his girth. "Mmmn... Wow..."

"Oh gods..." Max moaned softly as he slid all the way into her. Looking up into his eyes she smiled softly. "So this is what it feels like..." Blushing slightly she reached up and pulled his head closer to hers so she could kiss him deeply. Moaning against his lips she gently rolled her hips against his.

Leithol moaned back down at her, rolling his hips against hers in return as he kissed her hotly. This was amazing! But his second cock was a little uncomfortable... It was pressed between them, feeling dry friction against her clit, but it felt out of place. He was starting to understand why human men only had one.

"Hang on, pull out." Without waiting, she removed him from her. Taking his other cock in her hand she put that one at her entrance instead. "Let's see if that works better." She hoped it would work. "How...how does this work with your woman? Do they have two openings?"

"Yes... but their first one is usually bigger and can fit both..." Leithol explained with a blush, moaning again deeply as his other cock got to delve into her next. He blushed deeply and rolled his hips again, but this time when he did, he felt another hole. He looked down at her. "You have two holes?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Uh... sort of. That would be my butt." Blushing deeply, she stared up into his eyes. She loved his innocence. It made her feel special that he was learning all of this with her. Swallowing she bit down on her lip. "I've never had a man in there before."

Leithol blushed as well at her words, and he coughed a little. "I won't push then." he whispered and kissed her lips again, starting to roll his hips, thrusting in and out of her slowly at an even pace. He moaned heavily against her lips, gripping the bedsheets on either side of her as he did. This felt amazing.

Max cried out in pleasure as he began thrusting in and out of her. Licking her lips, which in turn licked his she began breathing heavily. "You don't have to go slow, if you don't want.." She whispered softly. Spreading her legs wider she felt him dive deeper inside her, causing her moans to grow louder as her pleasure increased immensely.

Leithol groaned deeply, starting to speed up his pace, but every time he thrusted into her, his second cock would push against her second hole, or slide between her cheeks, and it gave him shivers. He gulped and moved his head to her shoulder, biting her lightly. "Nnnn..." he moaned, panting hard.

Max moaned loudly, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. His other cock, rubbing against her second hole made her blush, but it was also a little arousing. "Mmf..." Biting her bottom lip she carefully wrapped her legs around his waist as she pressed her forehead against his shoulder, moaning softly into his ear.

Leithol moaned back. Her sounds were so arousing... they were beautiful and gave him shivers. "Oooh, Max..." he panted, nipping at her shoulder lightly and starting to move harder and faster. This felt amazing. He could feel something building in his hips... a pressure. "Max... Mmf... I.."

"Yes... Mmn... do it... please..." Moaning loudly she stared up into his eyes as she began contracting around him, her pussy walls tightening and loosening around him, signalling her orgasm. "Leithol... oh, I'm cumming!" She screamed as she began rocking her hips against his.

Leithol was surprised by her increased rocking against him and he gasped and moaned heavily, rocking back with her hard and groaning with every thrust. Her contracting walls around him felt... amazing. He half-expected some teeth to bite him, but remembered she was human and didn't have any teeth down there. He finally couldn't hold it back, and he swelled, pulsed, and exploded deep within her, the other cock letting loose against the sheets between her legs. He gulped and gasped, shuddering and slowing his movements to a stop, breathing deeply and relaxing on top of her.

Goosebumps covered her skin as a shiver ran through her body. "Mmm... yes..." She moaned softly, tilting her head to the side she kissed his cheek, wrapping her arms around him. "Leithol... that was amazing." She mumbled as her pussy continued to spasm around him. She was clearly satisfied beyond words as she laid there. Lowering her legs to the bed, she relaxed under him.

Leithol breathed deeply and relaxed heavily over her, just feeling her body beneath his. He gulped and slowly pulled out with a whine, then rolled over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling tiredly. "That was..." He had no words for it. It was beautiful, magical, fulfilling, adventurous and incredibly sexy. He wanted more.

Max blushed deeply as she looked over at him. He wasn't speaking. He had gotten off, she could feel it leaking out of her and pooling on the bed. "Leithol...was...was I okay?" Frowning deeply, she'd never felt so insecure until this very moment. Glancing around for something to cover up, she found nothing so she just waited for his response.

Leithol looked at her a little drunkenly and let out a sigh. He gave her a tired smile and nodded. "You were.... breath-taking." he smiled. He admired her with his eyes and then rolled onto his side, sliding an arm across her middle, pulling her closer. "Absolutely fantastic."

Max blushed deeply and giggled and he tugged her close. Licking her lips softly, she laid her body against the length of his before laying her head on her arm. Smiling softly, she stared up into his eyes. "I'm glad... I've... never done this...willingly before."

"What do you mean?" Leithol asked lightly, tilting his head at her as he leaned up on one elbow, his other arm still laying across her middle. He frowned down at her and then leaned his head down to nuzzle her hair, smelling it lightly. Her hair was so soft... Females in his species didn't even have hair on their heads... They were bald like the males.

Max looked away from Leithol, nervously. "Um, the only time I've ever done this, I was forced to do it." Once she finished speaking she finally looked up into his eyes. "He made me have sex with him." Running a hand over Leithol's head she smiled slightly, her lips trembling as she held back her tears.

"F-forced...?" Leithol asked, his mind reeling with what that meant, then he blushed deeply, but this time with anger. "That's terrible." he growled, his fists clentching before his arms tightened almost protectively around her. "I'm sorry." he whispered, hiding his face in her neck and hair. He breathed her scent and his entire body shuddered. "No one deserves that."

Max smiled softly and pressed her lips to the side of his head. "Thank you." Wrapping her arm around him, she nuzzled his neck. Closing her eyes she relaxed in his arms. "Mmm, that was wonderful though." Sighing softly, she laid back, looking up into his eyes.

Leithol looked back down at her into her eyes, his dark green ones studying hers. "It was." he agreed and watched her before kissing her lightly on the lips. "It was... interesting as well." he whispered. He'd been fighting with himself the whole time not to pause and examine every single moment of it... to study and document everything they'd done. "But it was amazing."

"I hope interesting is a good thing." Chewing on her bottom lip she frowned slightly. "I mean, I know it was probably different from the way things happen with your kind. You were only able to use one with me." Looking in between them she cocked her head to the side curiously. It was odd, looking down and seeing two different cocks.

Leithol looked down as well at his now flaccid cocks and he blushed. "It's alright... One is better than none." he whispered awkwardly and chuckled, blushing. He went back to hugging her, sort of as a way to pull the attention away from his groin. He was a little... ashamed? To have two now. He rather wished he only had one. He nuzzled her neck and stared at the bed for a moment, then looked at her. "No one can know about this." he whispered. "Not even your friend."

"I hadn't really planned on telling anyone. Had you?" Quirking an eyebrow at him, Max frowned deeply. Shaking her head, she laid back and closed her eyes. "Anyways, aside from you...and Charlie, who do I have to talk to?" Sighing softly she shrugged her shoulders.

Leithol stayed silent for a moment, staring at the wall from behind her shoulder, then he whispered, "I'll make sure you guys get set free. I promise." he whispered softly, tightening his grip on her. "I shouldn't have tricked you that night in the cave. I didn't want to be there..." he admitted. "I wanted to run away... hide... disappear and stay on your planet until it was destroyed. That's what I was doing in that cave that night."

"That was you?" Sighing softly, she turned so she could look into his eyes. "Besides, you know you cant promise me that. And what about you? You dont want to be here. Clearly." Turning his head so that he looked at her she pressed her lips to his. "You could come with us."

Leithol kissed her back lightly but shook his head. "I can't come with you." he whispered. "Your people would kill me the instant they saw me. They wouldn't listen to you or Charlie or anyone... I'm one of the aliens that's invaded your planet and threatens to destroy it... I've tortured dozens of your kind already and... stood by while others were killed." he gulped. "I wouldn't stand a chance out there. I would be better off dead."

Max frowned deeply and shook her head. "No... I dont want to leave you." Chewing on her bottom lip she sighed heavily. Pressing her forehead against his chin. Running her hands up and down his chest and sides she turned to look back into his eyes. "We can figure something out."

Leithol frowned a moment, then shook his head. "Do you hear yourself? You haven't known me more than three days... and you're already saying these things like we're... mated for life." he whispered, watching her. "Max.. You don't owe me any sacrifices. Certainly not after me bringing you here and doing what I've done to you... what I've done to your kind. I don't deserve anything like that from you."

Max averted her eyes for a moment before climbing out from under him. Sighing heavily, she got out of bed and began pulling her clothing on. "I'm sorry I was trying to help you. I had nothing to do with...mating for life. You clearly don't want to be here, so why should you have to be?" Taking a deep breath after pulling her shirt back on she walked over to the door. "I'd like to go back to my pod now."

"N-no! No, come back... please..." Leithol begged, getting out of the bed and pulling on his pants clumsily, stumbling across the room after her. He put his hand on the door to stop her, moving to look at her with pleading eyes. "P-please don't go.. Please.. not yet." he insisted, putting a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Why?" Looking up into his eyes she frowned deeply. "Why should I stay in here? Give me one good reason." Frowning slightly, she inhaled deeply. He towered over her a bit but she wasn't really afraid of him, not like she had been in the beginning. Now she doubt he would hurt her. At least not physically.

Leithol looked back down into her eyes and he stuttered a moment, seeming at a loss for words, and he bit his lip, looking around a moment. "B-because... because I..." He trailed off and then frowned at the floor, seeming defeated. He didn't want to admit it was because he was lonely.. or because he really rather liked her. He didn't want to pressure her. But he didn't want this night to end this way. Not after what they'd just experienced together. "Because I... I need you, Max..." he breathed, not looking at her.

"Need me? Leithol...how do you need me?" Max's voice was soft as she tilted his head gently, so that he would look at her. "From what you just told me, you don't really need me." Frowning, she swallowed the lump in her throat. She wasn't sure where her emotions were coming from but she suddenly had the urgency to stay with him. She was growing to care for him, which scared her considering it was impossible for them to be together. At least...in a relationship.

Leithol gulped as he looked down at her, and he shook his head. "I... I don't know, honestly. I don't understand it... this feeling. All I know is that I don't want you to walk out of this door yet. I don't want you to leave me." he said softly, then gave a small whimper, raising a hand to stroke her cheek. "Please? Stay with me tonight? Please?" he asked again, watching her closely. "I promise I won't talk anymore about your planet.. or your people.. nothing like that."

Max blushed deeply as she watched him carefully. She'd never had anyone talk to her like this and she wasn't sure how to respond. So she did what she felt her heart was telling her to do. Closing her eyes to his touch she nodded her head, a soft smile appearing. "Okay..." Placing her hand over his she inhaled deeply before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his waist, laying her head on his chest.

Leithol happily wrapped his arms around her in return, hugging her tightly before moving to lift her bridal-style and carrying her back to his bed. He pulled the sheets back, and gently set her in the bed, helping her back out of her pants and shirt, but only so she'd be more comfortable, and then crawling in beside her, wrapping his arms and legs around her protectively. "Thank you." he whispered happily, kissing her cheek and neck.

Max squealed when he lifted her into the air. "Oh!" Wrapping her arms around his neck she smiled softly while he lowered her into the bed and removed her clothes. Snuggling close to Leithol she leaned forward and kissed his chest. "Leithol...be honest with me, why do you want me to stay in here?" Lifting his chin up she peered into his eyes before kissing him softly.

Leithol blushed and kissed her back, then shrugged and tried to smile. "I honestly... don't know how to say it. I just... feel something for you, Max. I feel like... after tonight, you're mine... in a way." he coughed, blushing deeply. "And I want to spend as much time with you as possible right now." He kissed her again lightly, then tilted his head. "Is that... okay?"
 
Max blushed softly but nodded her head. "U-um... yes. I think so." She felt a fluttering in her chest as she thought about his words. "Yours huh?" Blushing deeply she shook her head and buried it in his chest. "I like that more than I should, I think." Sighing against his chest, she laid her body against his and closed her eyes.

Leithol smiled down at her and felt a similar fluttering in his chest too. He tightened his grip on her, kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, nuzzling down into her. He felt very happy right now... happiest he'd been in a while. He didn't want to let her go... in fact, the idea of putting her back into that pod made him sick. But the thought of what might happen to her if any of his superiors found her outside her pod made him even more sick.

"They can't get in here, can they?" Max asked as if she had read his mind. Though in fact she'd been thinking about this for quite some time. Kissing his chest repeatedly, she kissed up it until she was leaving light kisses on his neck. Smiling against it she rubbed her hands up and down his back.

"Nn..." Leithol whimpered at her kisses to his neck, feeling his cocks twitch a little in response. "No... They can't. My door is locked with a code only I know." he whispered. He gave a small moan and blushed, then looked at her and started to kiss her firmly, running his forked tongue along her bottom lip lightly, like she had done to him earlier.

"Oh.." The word had been meant for a response to him but instead it came out as a moan as he kissed her. Flicking her tongue out she began massaging his with hers. She couldn't believe he was ready to go again so soon, most human men couldn't do that. And they only had one cock! Blushing slightly she slid her hand down his chest to rub against him gently. Oh yeah, he was definitely beginning to harden.

Leithol gasped and moaned at her touch, his cocks reacting almost instantly. He ground his hips against her palm, and kissed her deeply, running his hands up and down her back and arms, sides, over her breasts and down her hips to her ass until he lifted her and rolled onto his back so she could lay over him and he could feel her against his bare chest.

Max gasped softly as he rolled them over, placing her on top of him. Staring down at him, she looked like a deer in headlights. Licking her lips, she got comfortable. Leaning forward she began kissing his chest once again, sucking softly every once in a while.

Leithol blinked up at her too. He wasn't sure what he liked about this position, or what to do with it next, but he was thoroughly enjoying it. He tangled a hand into her hair and pulled her lips back to his, kissing her hotly. He was hard again, both cocks standing stiff between them and rubbing against her stomach and thighs. "Mmf... I like looking up at you like this." he whispered.

Max moaned softly against his lips as she returned his kiss hungrily. Placing a knee on either side of his hips, she straddled him. Positioning her moistened pussy above his cocks she slowly ground against him. "Do you?" She blushed slightly, thoroughly enjoying the feel of him, sliding inbetween the lips of her pussy, but not entering her. "Good." She whispered softly. "Leithol, I want you to do...whatever you want." She wanted him to explore and have fun. She didn't just want to do missionary all the time. She wanted him to be excited about this.

Leithol watched her, a hand running up over her stomach and between her breasts before he moved to play with them both and licked his lips. "Mmf... really?" he asked softly, gulping and grinding up against her in return, feeling how wet she still was. "Gods, Max... You're so beautiful... so arousing.." he breathed.

Max nodded her head in response to his question, unable to speak at the moment as her arousal began taking over. Shuddering slightly from his touch, she closed her eyes. "Beautiful?" She asked in a doubtful way as she felt his hands run over her breasts, causing her nipples to harder. Licking her lips, she looked down at him and smiled, continuing to move against him.

Leithol nodded at her then, giving a small gulp and still massaging her breasts. "I-if you say so..." he whispered. He leaned up and kissed her hard, pulling her body down against his firmly before rolling them again so she was beneath him. He kissed her again, then whispered, "I wanna taste you..."

Max blushed deeply. "You want to what?" Taking a moment to consider his words. It dawned on her. "Oh... okay..." She mumbled softly, swallowing nervously. She'd never had a man want to do that before. Licking her lips she spread her legs slightly, giving him enough room to lay in between them.

Leithol gave a smile akin to a child at Christmas. He shifted, kissed her lips firmly and running his forked tongue along her before shifting to move down. He slid between her legs and rested on his stomach there, hooking her knees over his shoulders since it seemed the most comfortable for them both. He slid his hands under her hips to raise her off the bed just slightly, then took his time smelling and examining her. Once he was sure he knew where to start, he moved in and dragged his forked tongue along the length of her entrance until both ends flicked against her clit. He hummed as he tasted her, closing his eyes.

Max jerked against him violently as his tongue ran across her clit. "Unn..." Closing her eyes she took a few deep breaths before looking down at him. Her cheeks were flushed slightly from his one lick, both because she was nervous about he would react to her reaction and because of the different sensation it gave her.

Leithol licked his lips as he tasted her on his tongue, looking up at her. He had noticed her jerk and how she had moaned... More beautiful sounds, which meant it must have felt good. He got a playful look in his eyes and licked her again, harder this time as his tongue found her clit.

Arching her back, Max cried out as his tongue found her sensitive nub. Clutching the sheets beside her she moaned loudly. Panting slightly, she looked down at Leithol in between her legs and groaned, getting pleasure by just the sight of him down there. Licking her lips seductively, she smiled softly at him as she reached down and ran a hand over his head.

It was a shame really, that he didn't have hair... There was nothing for her to grab onto. But he got the hint, and he fused his lips to her, licking, suckling, and flicking his tongue. He loved her smell, loved her taste, loved the way her body reacted to him and the sounds she made.

Max moaned softly when he first returned his attention to her but the longer he indulged in her, the louder her moaning got. "Leithol... Nnn... Leithol, please..." Biting down on her bottom lip she rocked her hips against his face. "Oh god... please!"

Leithol moaned against her, letting her feel the vibration in his lips and tongue, and licked at her a little harder before he pulled away to look up at her. "What is it? Am I hurting you?" he asked, obviously confused as to what she meant when she said "please" with such fervor. Was she asking him to stop? To do more? He licked his lips and simply watched her, waiting for more orders.

Max sighed softly and shook her head. "No...but you were driving me mad..." Carefully, she pulled him up her body, she wrapped her legs around him and moved her hips against his, rubbing her wetness against him. "I need you..." Blushing deeply, she stared up into his eyes.

Leithol blushed deeply and nodded, moving to lick his lips again and then kissed her hard, groaning when she ground her hips against his. He was solid, both cocks twitching with the need for attention. He shifted and placed the top one at her entrance, slowly pushing in, then paused when he felt his second head rub against her second hole. He gave a small breath, then pulled back to look at her. "Trust me?"

Max stared up into his eyes, blushing deeply, when he'd pushed into she moaned deeply before staring into his eyes and nodded. Sighing softly, she took a deep breath. "Slow..." Swallowing she felt him pressing against her. Leaning forward she captured his lips hungrily, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

Leithol gulped hard, nervously, and he nodded at her before reaching between them. While their mouths were busy with one another, he positioned his second cock at her puckered hole--only after making sure he was thoroughly lubbed with her own wetness--and gently pushed forwards into her. Both cocks slid into her at the same time, making him moan deeply, and shudder. Both holes were so tight, it almost made him explode right then and there, and he had to pause and force himself to regain his will.

Max moaned loudly as he pushed into her, both pleasure and pain erupted in her. Biting her bottom lip she waited while she adjusted to him. Closing her eyes tightly she let a new found pleasure take over her. "Oh... gods... Leithol..." Arching her back a bit, she smiled happily.

He could almost FEEL the pain she had been in at first... she had been tight and tense, her body unaccustomed to the intrusion he was pushing on her. But once he felt her relax, and heard her moans, seeing her smile... he knew she was quickly adjusting to him. He swallowed thickly and pushed forwards a little deeper, breathing heavily as he delved deeper and deeper until his hips met hers, and she had swallowed him to both of his bases. This was an amazing feeling... for each cock to have its own space, and both equally tight because of the pressure one exerted on the other. It made his scales shudder. "N-nn.... Max... holy hell..." he gasped.

"F-fucking...a-amazing..." Her eyes fluttered opened, looking deeply into Leithol's. Pulling him down into a passionate kiss, she took one of his hands and placed it on her breasts, needing to feel him touching her while she carefully rocked her hips. Feeling him move inside her holes she cried out loudly. She felt so full, too full if she thought about it. It was different, being fucked in two holes by the same man, she knew that, but she loved it. Loved that it was Leithol, looking down at her, filling her. Blushing deeply she smiled up at him.

Leithol smiled back down at her dazedly, rocking his hips with hers, gently though. As amazing as this felt, he knew she was still new to it and he didn't want to hurt her, so he moved slowly and carefully, pulling out and thrusting back in gently, moaning. He kissed her again passionately, heatedly, his hand massaging and toying with her breast as best he could while balancing himself on his remaining arm.

Max laid there, getting used to the feel of him in both holes, closing her eyes she enjoyed herself for quite sometime. "Harder..." She panted after quite some time. She thought it would be okay for him to go a little faster, and harder. She'd gotten used to him and it was feeling amazing but her pleasure was building and she wanted to scream in pleasure.

Leithol panted at her orders, and he smiled, blushing. "Yes, ma'am." he whispered and had to remove his hand from her breast, using it to help hold himself up, and starting to increase his speed. He thrusted hard into her now, moving faster than before and groaning heavily. He was on the brink already. "M-Mmn.. Ah! Max!" he grunted, though it was the only warning he could give.

"Yes...Nnf..." Arching her back against his chest she felt her clit rub against him, pushing her over the edge into an amazing orgasm. Her pussy walls and her anus both contracted around his cocks as she began screaming in pleasure. "L-Leithol! Fuck... Uhn!! Oh gods, Leithol!" Taking ahold of her own breasts she tugged and pinched her nipples, consumed by pleasure.

Leithol cried out as well at the top of his lungs, never more grateful that these rooms were completely sound-proof. He shut his eyes tightly as he felt her contract around both of his cocks and he was yanked over the edge into his orgasm violently. He thrusted hard a few last times as he swelled, throbbed, and released deep inside of her, groaning and crying out as he did. Once spent, his sounds died down quietly to quaking whimpers of exhaustion, his body giving a deep shudder as he collapsed on top of her heavily, breathing in a tired pant. "H-holy.... shit..." he gasped, blushing deeply. "That was.... that was..." Stupendous. Incredible. Unfathomably, passionately, amazingly wonderful. There were not enough words in his mind to describe it, and he was now too tired to think of more. So instead, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, and nuzzled his face into her neck, just breathing in the scent of her hair and body, still tasting her on his lips, still feeling her pulsating around his cocks. He had never felt so alive..

Max wrapped her arms around Leithol's shoulders after she'd come down from the high of her orgasm. Completely exhausted, she just laid there with him on top of her, both of them panting heavily. "Yeah..." Was all she managed to mumble before her eyes fluttered closed, passing out from exhaustion.



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