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“How are you feeling?” he asked, helping pull you to sitting, readjusting the blanket so you didn’t get cold.

“Uh…good?” you answered. As you sat up you felt a familiar gush into your suit and you groaned. 

“Don’t fret. It’s alright, it’s perfectly normal yoi,” Marco assured you, cupping your cheek. You stared at him like he’d become human again. Had he been replaced by one of those shapeshifting species?

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked nervously, giving Marco a wary look. You’d been tricked by him a few times before, and you weren’t going to let it happen again. Marco chuffed at you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder.

“Menstruation is very taxing for humans – physically, mentally, and emotionally. It is best to be supportive during this time,” he explained, running his hallux over your cheek. Was that the whole reason? 

“And because of what happened with Ace?” you guessed, quirking an eyebrow. Marco frowned, his hand moving to lightly grip the back of your neck. 

“I won’t let anything like that happen again,” he promised. You didn’t reply – you hadn’t wanted it to happen the first time either. Marco was definitely feeling guilty, and you were going to milk it for all it was worth. 

“I brought these for you from the infirmary. If there are human specific products you would like, I can try to acquire some but it may arouse suspicion. For now, these will have to do yoi,” Marco said, pressing something soft and slim into your hands. You turned the long strip over in your hands, if this was the pad he got you it would last exactly 3 minutes during your heavy days.

“I don’t think this is going to be enough,” you said skeptically, turning it over in your hands.

“It will be, it’s designed to sop up bodily fluids from someone Jozu’s size. It won’t get any thicker with absorption, either. It should work well for this cycle, but I will work to advance the tech for your next one,” he assured you. You raised an eyebrow – you’d have to see it to believe it. But you hoped it would perform better than the cloth pads on Lafftale. There wasn’t much in the way of excess fabric or medtech for something so mundane as periods, so everyone used their old clothes or any rags they could find. 

“I will even adjust your suit so you can tend to yourself during this time. I know you are likely to be extra sensitive, so I won’t change your pads for you yoi,” he said, tapping on the disc on your back. Your eyes opened wide – who was this and where had Marco gone?

“Uhm, thank you, Master,” you said quietly, trying to keep the easy going Marco around. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and nuzzled you for a moment. 

“And do not worry. I will not be making you orgasm during this time either. You have a reprieve, though orgasms can lessen your uterine cramping. If you’d like one, let me know and I will happily provide one. The blood does not deter me,” he assured you. You tried to keep your face neutral. You would not like an orgasm from Marco, thank you very much.

“Not now, but thank you for the offer,” you said, making sure to be polite. You scurried off to the bathroom, where sure enough, you found you could open your suit yourself. The familiar feeling of independence wasn’t lost on you, though it felt hollow to win it back only to be able to dress yourself. 

You slipped the pad in, hoping it didn’t move around too much, and closed your suit. Since you had just started bleeding, the suit was able to clean the smaller amount of blood without being cleansed. What you wouldn’t have given for something like this one Lafftale. You walked back out into the main room, unsure what Marco wanted you to do. Marco beckoned to you with a finger, so you walked back over to the bed. What kind of  repayment did he want?

“You may rest and relax, use your controller for learning, or go back to sleep if you wish,” Marco said, as you settled back on the bed. Marco tucked some of your hair behind your ear, kissed your forehead again and got off the bed. What the….

“I will bring you food and nourishing drinks shortly. I can work from this location for some time, I will alert you before I leave the room yoi,” Marco explained. You nodded and got back under the covers, tucking yourself back in. You watched him carefully, trying to determine if this was a trick of some kind. 

But like he said, Marco sat down at his desk and began working, quickly reading and flipping through various health screens. You thought about spending time learning Common again, but you were still tired from being woken up during your lengthy sleep. Yawning, you closed your eyes and dozed off moments later. 

You woke up hours later to Marco stroking your now exposed back. You blinked your eyes open, looking up at him.

“I must round on my patients. I would like someone to come watch over you, but I am…hesitant yoi. I could lock you in the room but I worry that you will not be able to provide for yourself should you need something,” Marco said, his talons now gently scratching your skin. You wanted to stretch out and grab his arm, do anything to keep the scratching going. It was like he was scratching your soul, you thought as you arched into his touch with a sigh. Instead, you forced your brain to work for a single moment.

“Please let me stay by myself, Master. I can contact you if I need anything. I promise I won’t touch anything that I’m not familiar with already,” you said sweetly, trying your best for sincerity. Alone time in Marco’s room? That was too good to pass up – you’d be able to think about your plans and figure out what to do. 

You really wouldn’t snoop through his drawers for two reasons. One, you needed to build trust with Marco, to show him that you could be left alone with no negative outcomes. And two, you still couldn’t read and a lot of his machines seemed dangerous if you didn’t know how to operate them. You shuddered as your thoughts flitted back to the finger decapitator. Marco frowned, his hand pausing.

“Your promise is not worth much, Luna. It is not your fault but you are curious by nature and I have not yet human proofed this room yoi. I have little faith that you would remain true to your word. Perhaps I could send Izou-” Oh hell no. You didn’t want the Cnidarian in the room, much less watching over you while your cramps got worse. So you did something you hadn’t done since you were a child.

You turned on the waterworks. 

In terms of faking crying, you were passable on Lafftale, but you would be great here. Large pearly tears formed in your eyes as you tried to look as upset as possible. You covered your face with your hands, trying to appear as pathetic as he thought you were. 

“B-but Master! I’m s-scared of anyone else! Please don’t send someone!” you begged, cupping your own cheeks with your hands to showcase the tears streaking down your cheeks.

“What about-” Marco began verbalizing other solutions but you were not having it. Nope. Not happening. Marco was probably thinking about Thatch and you’d get nothing done with the lizard watching your every move. 

“Even Thatch scared me y-yesterday, I didn’t have the c-courage to t-tell y-you,” you cried, even as you wanted to smirk. It wasn’t true at all, but you needed to be left the fuck alone. Marco was patting your back again, his looking at you with concern. Excellent, your plan was working. Marco was feeling guilty and you were going to use that to your advantage. Time for the kill shot.

“I’m so scared someone will hurt me again! And you’ll be f-far away and I - I - what if you can’t get to me in t-t-time?” you wailed, crying so hard your chest was shaking. Marco scooped you up in his arms, cradling you to him, your tears now landing on his tattooed chest.

“Shhh, Luna, shhhhh. Calm down,” he cooed, rocking you slightly. “I won’t call for anyone else. I will lock you in the room,” Marco assured you. 

“Th-thank you,” you stammered, giving him a watery smile. 

Marco left shortly thereafter, providing you first with a large cup of some mildly salty drink and a snack as you lounged in bed. He said he would alert you before Thatch came with food and would try to come in with the chef, so you wouldn’t be scared. 

As soon as the door shut, you relaxed in the bed, finally able to breathe now that you were alone for once. Privacy was also a luxury on Lafftale, and you had always looked for small moments for yourself. 

Now that you had a few moments of freedom, you started to think and plan. 

The longer you sat in thought, the more you realized was how fucking pissed you were. What the actual fuck had Marco been thinking leaving you with Whitebeard like that? Why didn’t he give explicit directions and say you were to remain with only the Captain? And he had the gall to act like he was feeling guilty over what had happened? His exact words and dictates were what had gotten you grilled by Ace – and you hadn’t even been able to contact him about it! Instead, you had to wait for him to find you while Ace nearly killed you. 

And what would have happened if he was even later getting to you? Ace had seemed nice, but you didn’t actually know him – or any of the other Commanders – at all. Marco’s words and actions had literally put your life on the line and he barely even apologized. 

And why did he not care that you were drugged when you were making out? Didn’t it bother him that you hadn’t been sober for any of the times that you’d had any kind of sexual contact with him? Sure, you’d practically leapt into his arms when you’d been walking the halls of the ship, but that was different. You weren’t seeking sexual contact then, you were trying to ward it off by using Marco for protection.

And yes, you were also mad at yourself for all the kissing and turning human stuff too. Yeah, you were high and lonely but that didn’t mean you had to drool all over him the moment he looked remotely human. Even if he had been extremely hot. And a good kisser. And looked like the kind of man you’d been thinking about since your early teens. 

You groaned and flopped back on the bed – it should have been so clear cut. Marco had abducted you and done so many terrible things to you – and yet you thought about the way his arms had held you tightly, how it felt when his soft lips met your own…

You shook yourself back to reality. None of that mattered. Not how you felt, not how Marco acted, not how tingly you were when you kissed him. The only thing you needed to keep in the front of your mind was getting back to everyone on Lafftale while also keeping their location secret from the Whitebeard Pirates. Kissing Marco could be something you did sometimes but you’d be saying goodbye to him within a month.

Because as the next few days ticked by, you realized that your best chance of escaping was going to be during your next period. It seemed like Marco’s rules for you had completely changed just because you were on your monthly cycle.You had plenty of time to yourself and the supervision Marco did offer was lax. So you had 28-30 Eurt days to figure out how you were ducking Marco’s control, getting the supplies you needed, and getting off the ship. You thought that would be a good time frame to figure everything out without getting too comfortable. 

Because oh, you were comfortable. 

It turned out that not having to work while cramping was a level of luxury you didn’t know existed. It was nice to finally be in a situation where you didn't have to push yourself during your period and could lounge away to your heart’s content. Yes, you were also trying to think of ways to deceive Marco and the rest of the Emperor’s crew, but you weren’t hauling around grain sacks, or garbage, or reorganizing the tool shed while also bleeding. 

Unfortunately, it turned out that Marco couldn’t heal your period away, which was a major bummer. He said that it was a normal, although painful, part of your natural cycle and that he couldn’t heal something that wasn’t injured. He did, however, warm you at your request, bring you more delicious meat filled food, and left you alone much more than he normally did. You were still pissed at him (and yourself), so you weren’t talking as much, preferring to cram as many Common lessons as you could while he was letting you relax. For whatever reason, Marco seemed to accept your moodiness.

Overall, Marco was much more tolerable when you were on your period. He left you alone a lot of the time, either completing his own work or locking you in the room when he had to leave. 

When he wasn’t working, he went over your Common lessons and explained various grammatical rules you were having trouble understanding. Marco was a surprisingly good teacher for someone who had spanked your ass red previously. He was patient and kind, explaining things in a way you could understand. It seemed like he took your studies as seriously as you did and wasn’t coddling or condescending to you. 

Other times, he showed you videos of interesting places or sights he’d recorded during his travels. You hadn’t seen much, your experience limited to Lafftale and your short stint on th merchant ship. You liked seeing the stars and nebulae and other ships, but you enjoyed looking at the planets the most. They fascinated you, each one different from the last, and all beautiful in their own ways. 

There was Drum Planet, where it was always cold and covered in ice and snow. Then there was Little Garden where everything was gigantic, and so green you could barely tell one thing from another. There was a fishman planet where the inhabitants lived completely submerged under a vast ocean of water! 

You’d never seen such wonderful things in your life (and really, you still hadn’t) but you loved when Marco would show you vids. At one point you almost asked to see vids of his destroyed homeworld, but you chickened out at the last moment. It was probably too personal and would upset him. You also didn’t ask to see vids of Eurt, the knowledge that it had been destroyed still decimating you. 

Marco’s rules regarding your sexual needs had also changed for the duration of your menstruation. He said that you no longer needed to orgasm daily as long as you were in your active menstruation cycle, which was fine by you. Sure, he still cuddled you against him at night and sometimes set you in his lap when he was working in his room, but other than that you had free time on your hands. 

When Marco was around you learned Common, but you used your time alone to glean what you could from your controller. Marco had limited the information that it had, but there was plenty you could learn just from what he’d left behind. He had so thoughtfully left the layout of the ship installed, presumably to help you understand where you were. Instead, you were poring over the design in order to commit it to memory – you couldn’t rely on the map when you were making your escape. You carefully memorized where the Commander rooms were, the common lounges, the engine, and the escape pods.

Over the course of the days, you began messaging him and asking for various foods you learned about on your Controller. You really wanted something called choclate, which had been a delicacy on Eurt. In fact, it was the reason you had joined the spice merchant in the first place, hoping to find some for yourself. The Silk Road didn’t transport any during your stay there, but you hoped you’d get some before you had to escape from Marco. 

After a few days of rest, you finally had a rough idea of how you could pull off your escape. It hinged on a lot of factors and a not insignificant amount of luck, but you had pulled risky stunts before. You could do this – you could escape from Marco and rescue your friends on Lafftale. 

By the fifth day, your period was basically gone. You had eaten and were just getting to the module on plant related words when Marco walked in through the door, carrying a small chest. He sat it down near the bed, rotating it so that you could see the front. It had a small circle indentation, which you figured was some kind of opening. You closed your controller screen and peered over at Marco.

“A storage container for your belongings yoi,” Marco replied to your unasked question. Why you needed this now, you didn’t know, but you weren’t going to turn it down. “ Your menstrual cycle is nearly complete, the smell of blood is barely perceptible. We can resume your normal lifestyle. So if you are feeling rested, we can visit Kyuka. They have a long day due to the slow rotation of the planet, we will have plenty of time for the excursion. I have prepared an exo-suit for you, which will protect you more than this one would,” he said with a satisfactory chirp. 

You gave a little clap as you sat up, the thought of going on the planet exciting to you. You even gave him a genuine smile, you were so excited for the excursion. Marco smiled back, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. 

“I’ve mentioned before that we need to begin your anal training, which we can start now that you are no longer menstruating. You also need to orgasm, which I would like to do during your anal training. So once we complete those tasks, we can put on your suit and head down to the planet yoi.”

Wait, what?

“M-master, please, no,” you pleaded. You opened your eyes wide and gave him a pout that would have worked on him a few days prior but now Marco didn’t relent.

“Yes. It is overdue yoi,” he continued. “I have the necessary implements in my lab, we shall go there and begin. If you wish to tour Kyuka, you must comply.” 

You panicked, trying to think of anything that would get you out of this. You didn’t want anything in your ass again, especially since the last time had been so awful. 

“I’m still on my period-”

“No, you are not. I have been tracking your clinical data, your cycle is completed. Do not lie, Luna,” Marco said, releasing one hand to cup your chin and squish your cheeks between his long fingers. Without any warning, Marco slid his arm under your legs and around your back, picking you up bridal style.

“Come along, Luna.”

Marco POV

Marco had enjoyed the time you were menstruating, even if it meant he had to leave you alone more frequently. He had read extensively about human menstruation, so he knew you wouldn’t be up for very much. During the first few days, you had been extremely lethargic and reluctant to leave the bed, only getting up when he prompted you to. He had you bathe and eat, but otherwise he allowed you to lay in his bed as you wished. Marco determined that you hadn’t ever had the luxury of resting during your menstruation cycle, making him pity you all the more. 

You’d been moody and distant during your menstruation, but based on his research that was a common symptom. In addition to your hormonal swings, Marco was feeling guilty for his oversight that ended in your pain at Ace’s hands. All of that together meant he gave you space and allowed you to recuperate at your leisure. 

He had even stopped Thatch from delivering your food, telling the heartbroken chef that you needed space. Thatch had assumed your menstruation was the same as a heat cycle, and as amusing as it would have been for your disgruntled reply, Marco didn’t want to aggravate you. 

Not only that, but Marco had to acquire a box for you to store the copious presents that the crew wanted to give to you. It seemed every time he was in the mess hall or talking to another Commander, someone came up and told him they wanted to give you something. Marco thanked them all but said you weren’t ready to see others yet. It was an annoyance, and something he’d have to allow when you were feeling more comfortable. He couldn’t rebuff his brothers forever, no matter how much he wanted to keep you all for himself. 

Marco enjoyed spending quiet time together as he taught you more Common, or showed you interesting vids. Your thirst for knowledge was never slaked, you always wanted to see more, hear more information, and discover more about the universe. It was refreshing to him, your new perspective bringing Marco more enjoyment than he’d felt in years. He had almost shown you vids of his own homeworld, but decided against it at the last minute. Marco didn’t want to remind you of Eurt, which was a wound you hadn’t yet healed.

You did, however, spend your time learning Common and had begun to text him when he left you locked in his room. Marco saved them all and re-read them when he missed you. They were endearing, and he hoped you would continue to send them to him even as you transitioned back into the usual rhythm of life. 

“Prince. I please am food?” was your first message to him. Marco chuckled to himself as he read the message. It wasn’t your fault you got the message wrong, the words for “prince” and “master” were fairly close in Common so it made sense you would confuse them. Still, he didn’t correct you and allowed you to call him “prince” in your messages. He had never allowed anyone else the privilege but it was too cute to correct. He always responded in simple words you’d be likely to understand.

You sent him others, mostly relating to food, drinks, and other items you wanted him to bring you. As you messaged him more, your writing improved.

“Prince big please meat?”  Your appetite increased during your menstrual cycle, which Marco was glad to see. You seemed to especially enjoy dishes with meat in them, which Thatch made sure to cook for you. Thatch had mentioned to him that you hadn’t had meat in a long time, which was another clue about your origins. 

“Prince not water, juice?” Marco had allowed you a small cup of Long Kiwi juice once, and he had made you sip it slowly. You tried sticking your face in the cup, you had enjoyed it so much. It wasn’t something you could have regularly but a treat once in a while would be good for you.

“Prince, yes please choclate on ship please?” Marco smiled at this one but didn’t respond– Vista had actually been growing kahkow pods on the ship for this very reason but they weren’t ready yet. Soon he’d have the delicacy that humans loved so dearly, but you had to wait.

But all things came to an end, and soon your menstrual cycle completed. Marco learned quite a bit and would be more prepared for your next one. Which meant, of course, that you needed to return to your normal routine. 

Thus, you were once again on an inspection bench within Marco’s lab. You were naked, on your hands and knees, warily looking around the room. You shifted your weight from hand to hand, as if you were unsure what was happening. Marco frowned, he had already told you what he would be doing, you didn’t need to wonder or worry. Grabbing the lubricant and the anal trainer he had made for you, Marco returned to your side.

“Luna, you’ve already experienced this yoi,” he said, running a hand down your nude back. You didn’t need to be completely naked for the experience, but Marco enjoyed seeing you this way. Every time he saw you completely nude it reminded him that he wanted to suck on your nipples for an extended period of time – maybe after your excursion to Kyuka he’d actualize that plan. 

“B-but it hurt last time-” you whined, turning your head to look at him. Marco set the items down on a hover tray in order to comfort you. Your eyes snapped to the anal trainer as your face paled. 

“No, it didn’t. It was uncomfortable but it did not injure you yoi. This anal trainer won’t expand as far as the last one did, it is set to only expand a little bit bigger than it is now,” Marco said, pointing to the elongated bulb with a flared base. Marco wouldn’t be cruel to you, he would work you up to taking something close to his size before attempting anal sex with you. 

“B-but I don’t want it,” you cried out, shifting away from him on the bench into a sitting position. Marco clicked his tongue, making your shoulders hike slightly.

“Do not fuss. I did not ask if you want it. I am telling you it is happening yoi. I will put it in, make you orgasm with it inside you, and then we can prepare to go to Kyuka,” Marco stated, crossing his arms. You still hadn’t gotten back into the position he’d placed you in. 

“Luna, do I need to use the ionic bonds again?” Marco asked in a cool tone. You shook your head vehemently, quickly scrambling back onto your hands and knees, your ass hiked in the air.

“Good girl. Now relax yoi,” Marco said, before nipping off the talons of one hand with his teeth. He threw the tips onto the floor, he’d atomize them later. Marco kept one hand on your lower back as he opened the bottle of lubrication, drizzling a copious amount over your anus. 

He ran his fingers back and forth over your second hole, acclimating you to the feeling of being touched back there. Slowly, he began rubbing your hole directly with his first finger without penetration, gently pressing on your hole. You were grimacing and squirming but not overtly defying his wishes, so he saw no need to restrain you. Humans often found the beginning of the training uncomfortable, so he wouldn’t punish you for such a minor offence. 

“Breathe, Luna,” Marco murmured as he slowly began pressing his finger inside you. You arched your back upwards as you scrunched your face. Marco used his free hand to push your lower back down, rotating your back end upwards and granting him better acess. You whimpered as Marco continued pushing his finger into you, rotating it in small circles to loosen your internal muscles. 

“I don’t like it, p-please stop,” you whispered, your head hanging forward.

“Humans most often come to enjoy this sexual act yoi. You are no different, you simply need training,” Marco explained evenly. Your hole clenched around his finger, making him wonder what it would be like to have his cock in you here. He’d already sampled your heavenly pussy, now he wanted to enjoy your ass. Soon he’d train you to take him in your mouth, but that was for another time. 

Satisfied with his progress, Marco slowly pulled his finger out. He drizzled lubricant on the plug before picking it up, placing the tip where his finger had just been. You hissed and tried moving forward but Marco held you in place, pressing the plug ever deeper into you. It was only a little larger than his finger, you could take it. 

“Push against me, Luna. You’re doing very well yoi,” Marco cooed at you. Your hole expanded around the widest part of the plug before one final push had the base sitting against your skin. You shifted on your knees, making small sounds of discomfort. Marco ran his hands over your ass, appreciating the sight of you spread before him.

Marco pressed the base into you a few more times with his fingers, but this time for his own satisfaction and pleasure. You looked so erotic like this, your body being trained to take his own. Marco couldn’t wait for the real act, but he knew he had to be patient otherwise he would cause you irreparable damage. He was going to have to do something about his erection, perhaps he would fuck your cunt like this after making you come on his fingers. 

“Sweet little human,” Marco said, spreading the globes of your ass with his hands. You made a small, high pitch whine, but you weren’t in pain. Marco hummed and went to sanitize his hands from the process. 

“Can I be d-done?” you whimpered as the plug began expanding. Walking back from the sanitizer, Marco checked his controller and the plug was not even close to complete. He had designed it to expand at a much slower rate than the rods, to help your small body adjust. 

“No, Luna. You must come with the anal trainer inside you. I would like your body to associate anal stimulation with pleasure yoi. Besides, you clearly enjoy it. You are exceedingly wet,” Marco husked, running a finger up and down your sopping slit. 

“I don’t! I’m n-not!” you cried even as you lowered your shoulders to the bench, presenting yourself to him for his pleasure.  

“Is that so?” Marco asked, smacking your ass lightly. You nodded, even as your eyes closed, a little moan leaving your mouth. 

“Then why are you dripping with need?” Marco asked as he pushed two of his fingers into your sopping cunt, enjoying the squeak of surprise that left your mouth. 

Your cunt was tighter around his fingers than he remembered, squeezing him as he filled you. Marco began pumping them in you, slowly sliding them in and out as your chest heaving with desire. He slipped his other hand lower, rubbing your hard clit in the small circles you so favored. As he continued the squelching sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you grew as loud as the little husks and moans you were emitting. 

Your back was arching lower now, this time in need, as he coordinated his movements. Your breath was coming in soft little pants as you moved your legs wider apart. Marco smiled to himself, you really could be trained to enjoy it. Your legs began shaking, your cunt sucking his fingers in deeper, your orgasm growing closer with every rub and thrust. Gods you were so bewitching, Marco could barely keep himself from fucking you as you were. 

“See? Your body enjoys it, just as I told you it would yoi. I know your body best, Luna. I can help you achieve pleasures you’ve only dreamed of. First, we need to have you orgasm-” Marco’s words were cut off as an alarm went off in the infirmary. He rapidly started receiving information on his Controller – his presence was emergently needed on the sick bay. He quickly tapped out a message to the closest Commander he trusted before sanitizing his hands and throwing on his lab coat. He pressed on your textile disc, covering you up once more. Your head whipped up in confusion – he felt awful for leaving you wanting, but there was a true need for him elsewhere.

“Luna, I must leave to aid in an emergency. A Commander will be here momentarily to watch you, these doors are unable to be locked completely,” Marco said hastily. You gave him a puzzled look that quickly changed to shock as the doors opened and Marco addressed the brother who had answered his page first. 

“Izou, thank you for coming on such short notice. I will be back as soon as I am able.”

Your POV

Fuck. Your. Life.

First Marco had shoved that uncomfortable thing up your ass and left you high and dry, so close to an orgasm you could practically taste it. And now the only person disliked as much as Ace was smirking at you from the corner while the stupid plug slowly expanded in your ass. Had Izou been waiting outside the doors? How had he gotten there so fast? At least Marco had the foresight to close your suit so you weren’t naked. 

You tried to keep your face neutral while the plug expanded, but you knew weren’t successful. You kept squinting your eyes and biting your lips – you wanted this thing out now. You weren’t going to lie, it had started to feel good when Marco was finger fucking you and rubbing your clit. His words were going to your head, his deep voice only making you want to come that much quicker. 

Worse was that Marco had been right, you were so turned on by the experience, but you weren’t sure why exactly. You hadn’t liked the anal expander the first time, but now your body seemed to be reveling in Marco’s attention. You weren’t going to analyze it too much – so what if your body liked his? You still didn’t like Marco and that’s all that mattered.

“How was your menstruation cycle, Luna?” the Cnidarian asked from where he sat on Marco’s chair. You squirmed on the bench, your still pulsing pussy a reminder that you were short of an orgasm. 

“A-alright,” you replied, not wanting to be rude. What kind of fucked up small talk was this? Couldn’t he tell you wanted to be left alone?

“I brought a gift for you,” he continued, reaching into the sleeve of his garment. You tried to smile but were fairly sure it came out as a grimace. Izou came close to you and extended something red towards you in one of his smaller tentacles. You gingerly reached forward, plucking it so you didn’t directly touch the suckers. What the hell was this?

“What do you think?” Izou prompted, giving you a grin while his eyes slid shut in mirth. It appeared to be a red hair bow, but why had he given it to you?

“Thank you?” you replied, turning it over in your hands. 

“Humans love bows, do they not? As a ‘fashion thing?” he pressed, his eyes closing even further as his grin widened. Oh right! You’d told him that yourself when you were trying to earn credits, but forgotten your lie. Fuck.

“Oh, yes! Th-thank you! Thank you so much!” you replied hastily, looking it over. Hopefully he couldn’t tell your misstep, but something told you Izou knew you’d blundered. In fairness, it was difficult to think clearly between your want to come and your aching asshole. 

“You said humans are particular about such items, I hope it passes your scrutiny. May I put it on you?” he asked easily, drawing ever closer. 

“Uh, s-sure,” you replied shakily, watching his tentacles extend towards you. You would have to let him in order to cover up your lie, maybe it would appease him. Your breath hitched as he drew closer to you. Izou wouldn’t hurt you – he wouldn’t, right? He’d touched you before and you’d been okay, right? Your breath was short, but this time not from desire but fear. 

Izou’s tentacles wrapped around you, and pulled you into his hold. It wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, though it felt different than when Marco held you. One large tentacle acted as a chair, with you sitting atop the thick muscle while a section wrapped around your waist. The thick tentacle directly pressed against your plug with every movement you made, making you hyperaware of the still enlarging implement. You didn't love being held by him, but there wasn't much you could do in this situation. 

Izou’s tentacles were much like you remembered, firm muscle with a velvety texture. Izou held you much looser than the time he’d stopped you from burning yourself. Whereas before he was restraining you, this time it was almost like they were caressing you. There were so many, and they all seemed to be touching some part of you. 

Izou’s tentacles twined and curled around your torso, your back arching as they tickled along your sides. Izou’s humanoid hands were on your shoulders, fingers drumming up and down the column of your neck. Was he trying to do something with you?

“Wh-what are you-”

“Forgive me if my technique isn’t practiced, you are the first human I have ever been able to gift a bow to,” he said silkily as he gathered your hair and fastened the bow directly to the top of your head. In any other situation, you would have asked to move it so you didn’t look like a complete dipshit but right now you just needed him to stop touching you.

Because between being edged by Marco and the plug in your ass, whatever Izou was doing was working. 

Izou remained behind you, his tentacles now wrapping and unwrapping themselves from around your legs. He wasn’t restraining you, not exactly, more like pressing on you from all angles. As soon as a tentacle wrapped all the way around you, providing sensation, it would immediately unwind, leaving you wanting more. It was confusing but not unpleasant, like you were being touched by hundreds of lightly stroking fingers.

“Are you excited to descend to Kyuka?” he continued. You clenched as the bulb in your ass grew slightly bigger. How large would this thing get? It didn’t feel like it was that much bigger but it was not a sensation that you enjoyed without Marco there to pull some pleasure from you. And as much as you were getting from Izou right now, you were not going to hook up with a Cnidarian. 

“Y-yeah,” you replied, unable to keep too much attention on the conversation.

“Have you been on a tropical planet before?” Izou asked, his tentacles curling your chest, barely grazing the outside of your breasts.

“Never been on a planet,” you replied, your voice too breathy for your own liking.

“Oh, really? Not even on your merchant ship?”

“N-no, I was the l-last hired so I always had to s-stay on the ship when we d-docked,” you explained, resisting the urge to mewl as Izou’s tentacles grazed your inner thighs. Izou hummed and continued watching you placidly as his tentacles crept ever closer to your erogenous zones. You couldn’t take it any longer, you needed this thing out, you needed away from Izou, you had to…

“Izou, may I please go to the bathroom?” you asked, an idea forming in your head. 

“Certainly,” he replied, his tentacles retracting immediately.

A moment later and you were rapidly opening your suit. Like you suspected, Marco hadn’t changed the settings back to the way they were before your period, so you’d be able to open the whole thing. You might be punished, but you would rather have a sore ass from spanking than this thing. Looking around, you saw a small atomizer. You threw a hand towel in it and turned it – the zap and decimated fabric showed the machine definitely worked. 

“Are you alright, Luna?” Izou called from the main room, you thought with a hint of laughter in his tone.

“Yes, just a moment longer, sorry,” you yelled back. You opened your suit, squatted down and felt for the base against your ass. Pulling with consistent pressure, you got the plug out of you as quickly as you could. Looking it over, it wasn’t as large as it felt inside you. It wasn’t much bigger than Marco’s fingers, but you didn’t want anything in your ass at all. You quickly threw the plug into the atomizer and started it up. The plug was shortly vaporized, leaving not even a trace behind.You sagged against the wall in relief before closing your suit once more. 

Yes, you needed to be compliant, but you couldn’t bear it any longer, especially not in front of Izou. If Marco wanted that anal trainer in someone badly, he could do it to himself. You smiled at the thought, before cleansing yourself and returning to the room. 

A smile still tugged at your lips as you saw an amused Izou…and a pissed off Marco right behind him, tapping his taloned foot against the floor. Your face dropped as you saw the vial of pappags in his hand, your heart beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. 

“Luna, why did I just get an alert that your plug was atomized yoi?”

Fuck. Your. Life.