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He went to the side of the room, giving the creature a moment's respite before she realized what he was doing - the chains lowered her feet to the ground, giving her shaky footing. The chains on her arms let her slip forward slightly, then pause, slightly bent over. She glanced back at him, and he gave her only the slightest of smiles.
Striding forward with confidence now, he peeled off the last leather glove he wore, exhanging it for a much thinner and sleeker pair of rubber gloves. Best not to take any chances...some xenos were known to be poisonous, acidic, all kinds of threats. She had a curious expression at first that widened into fear once more when she saw him approach. He could tell she was tiring - her struggles were faint, at this point, though the embarrassed blush and slight shivering remained. "Don't strike, xenos scum," he murmured just softly enough for her to hear. "Or I will kill you." He didn't want to get lashed with that tail, and well...it had seemed almost rude to force it up. Gingerly, his hands rose to her rear, caressing the smooth curve before slipping between her thighs.
Warm. From the front it had appeared covered with armor, but once bent over it was exposed - much like a human, he surmised as his finger slid along her slit. The lips were warm and seemed almost puffy, but his thoughts were getting absent. She was struggling in an odd fashion - twitching, soft sounds escaping her throat as he explored. Curious, wondering if it was just like...He brushed his finger against a small bundle of flesh, giving her a moment to breath before sliding his finger against it, with slightly more pressure. True to form, it stiffened, tail unnaturally rigid. Encouraged, he plunged a finger inside, feeling, pressing for any teeth or obvious danger...nothing, besides her small cries and movements. He couldn't resist any longer.
