Draw your sword

You draw your sword, but the monster pins you by your wrists. Terrified, you can only watch as the beast holds you in place with its great strength. The monster licks its teeth.

This is it. This is the end! You think to yourself, knowing your **** is imminen-

The creature’s lips meet yours, surprising you as it pumps your esophagus full of the same black slime that makes up its skin. When it pulls itself away from you, you find yourself concerned with what you’re thinking about it.

Why does it taste so good? …and why do I want more of it?

“I’m so sorry, my lord. Ordinarily, one of your subjects is unfit to even touch your greatness, but I could sense that you weren’t understanding me.” The thing says in perfect English.

“You… speak English?” You ask.

“No, your grace. I had to kiss you so you would understand me. Your mind is simply making you hear me in English, but we’re speaking the language of our race.” The reptilian releases you from its grasp before bending the knee in front of you, as if it were being knighted. The creature’s rubbery, shiny skin is the color of obsidian. Tight cords of muscle wrap around its perfectly sculpted body. In the places where light hits it, it’s purple. In other places, it’s black. The thing’s eyes, glowing magenta, look downward.

“Our race..? What…?”

The creature’s expression becomes puzzled, and stands up to address you.

“My lord, do you not remember? I thought your parents…” The creature stops mid-sentence, before its expression changes again, now shocked. Oh! Oh, my king! I- I’m terribly sorry! I thought you remembered, but I did not mean to bring up your parents! They were so very loyal to our cause, but were taken too soon. I’m so sorry you did not meet them. Every member of our race loved them just as they loved you.” You’re stunned. How did this creature know about your parents’ ****?

“Because, my lord, you are now linked to the hive mind. We can read each other’s thoughts.”

What the fuck is happening!? You think. The creature gently puts a finger to your lips.

“Shhhhhh… It’s okay, my lord. I sense your fear. You are safe with me. With us. You are safe, and loved. Come with us. We have not killed any of the citizens of this city, or your brothers in arms.” The creature’s magenta eyes glow with more intensity. Its words wash away your fear , leaving you drowsy and weak in the knees. You kneel down, and the creature lowers itself down with you. You realize the truth in its words. He isn’t lying. Through eyes that are not your own, you see other corrupted reptilians wounding, but never fatally and never killing. They only focus their attention on the soldiers to prevent the men and women from being hurt unnecessarily. The creatures attacking stop their invasion, moving towards the port where you are conversing with this creature that now has you in its grasp.

“Sentinel, my lord. My name is Sentinel. They say names have power. In that case, it would give me no greater pleasure than for you to wield power over me… and the rest of our kind.” The creature - no, Sentinel says. You feel Sentinel’s free hand brush your throbbing erection. Your confession you had given to Princess Celeste sounded genuine, but you always felt unsure if you actually loved her. Now, you felt love for Sentinel. Not just Sentinel, but all of these beautiful creatures. Their muscles, their power…

“Go to sleep, my lord. We are yours to command.”

You wouldn’t have it any other way. The creature embraces you, and you throw your arms around it, kissing with renewed passion. The longer you lock lips, the stronger you begin to feel. Before you black out, you feel something creeping its way up your neck.

“I - we - love you, Master~”