To be fair, he did have others he visited, he was on a pretty demanding schedule honestly. Maybe it was the way the altered, illusory form fitted him the best; big broad shoulders that hid the spikes and spines, thick, dense muscle that made it easier for his scales to hide more believably. She was his favorite though, she seemed to have given up believing it was a dream, or maybe she fully submersed herself in the synthesized farce.

They stopped abducting people in the 60s, but they weren’t the only ones involved with the population on this planet. He was there mostly because he thought the earthlings made good pets, and was able to get licensed to remain in the system, although his favorite pet was no longer around by the time that happened, but she did have a descendant. And she was his favorite. He did only get permission to be there on the condition that he continued several of the main works they’d practiced through the decades, so that meant everything had to be thoroughly documented.

They were so much more than just sweet little meatbags, they were almost capable of a great deal, if they got out of their own way. There were two others here doing the research with him. But on proportionate distances from each other on the planet to not arouse suspicion. Other invasive species were not as cautious regarding their own curiosities.

“Subject ten, while not an official subject, has been allowed for my own personal reminiscent enjoyment. Albeit as long as my involvement with my other nine subjects does not wane. Around the fourth physical encounter she became much more malleable and agreeable. Tonight marks the sixth visitation, once the visit has commenced, I will return with my report and begin my preparations for her next encounter and my return to Subject One for their seventh encounter.” The flashing screen blipped and cleared itself.

Sterrklingkhi’ist overly excited, every three weeks on his world’s cycle was the proper procedure, it might have seemed random to Earthlings, but it was roughly every fifteen days. If their own time measurement wasn’t so strange it might have been easier for them to predict. Threes were quite important to honor, every third visitation, a report, every third week, three researchers, the list went on. As long as he abided by laws and traditions, he could keep her. So he never was late or undetailed in his reports, but he knew because she was his extra, homebase wouldn’t entertain his reports as they brought an imbalance to their own work performances.

So he never lingered longer than necessary during his personal time, which was the only time he was allowed to visit her, as he would need to recover and perform other procedures on his other subjects at the next assigned cycle. It was an intense pressure but it was what he wanted to do with his extra time.

Stark waited until the sun started to go down before he descended his craft, the cloud cover was well enough today that he could get started earlier with no worry to any potential fault to his ship’s cloaking mechanism. He worked on scanning her home and providing the real-time rendition of it all recreated in his ship. As it all loaded in pixel by pixel, he prepared his physicality presentation. His scales soften and shadowed with the small spikes seeming to retract across his back and shoulders. The deep purples and greens of his scales coloring him a rosy, yet tanned brown.

The likeness of her father solidified as he continued to morph into this persona, the only thing left was the mask as body-less arms floated around him, rating his disguise and wrapped a generated mask to finish the guise to a 99.4% accuracy to her memory imprint of him. This form was deemed most soothing to her.

The days were long, and they were so very very hot. Even in the deepest reaches of the cave, magically carved stone and a fresh water reservoir might have been far enough from the sun’s heat, but the humidity in the air made being in his human form so uncomfortable, as if he was suffocated uncomfortably in a cloud. Despite his blood being a green and blue, he gained no benefit of the water affinity of his father, purely the wind elemental bias of his mother’s green. He did have an unusual ability of breathing underwater because of it, but otherwise that was all he had.

Today was just so much hotter than normal, starting so early in the morning too. He recognized the familiar burning in his blood, it happened a handful of times a month, regularly, but during the hotter months his blood boiled more easily. He heard about the parties deeper underground dragons used to have, close to the burning core of the world where it was easier to feel the infectious heat spread.

He could smell her too, in this heat, and while it was true he wasn’t exactly the most interactive of host, he often kept to himself, but she brought out different sides to him surprisingly enough. He thought about letting her go back home, but then they might think he was dead or a pushover and send warriors to kill him. And while he was a large, green, scaled, winged, fire-breathing beast, humans could get creative and they did have the numbers to be annoying. And even if the affairs that brought her here were resolved who knew if it would even turn in her benefit?

Was it wrong for a long-lived being to enjoy the scent of a human woman? He enjoyed her physical presence as often as he could, it had been over a year since she’d be left tied to a stump, starved, beaten, and bleeding, on the pronounced edge of his territory forest.

In his natural form he towered over her, laying down next to her made hardly a difference, compared to the length of his neck he his legs were a bit stubby. He could put his head on the length of her body and encompass her if she laid the right way. His demi-dragon form could get down to about twice her size, but in his human form he was about an inch smaller than her. He didn’t understand how the shape altering magic proportionalized him that way, and frankly he didn’t like it either. So he didn’t often change down to that form with her.

So, as Falo was, he was fully extended, leering over her sleeping body. The sun was coming up, he could feel the winds beginning to warm rapidly even way underground where they lay. His green scales glittering from the remnants of the slow-burning torchlight, and soon the reflective crystals of the cave would reflect the sun’s light coming through the trees. He doubted it would be up by the time he was done.

His long claws make it hard to be stealthy and sneak on the polished cave stone granite, the clicked and tapped as he slunked across the room towards her. His breaths were hot too, a low purr in his chest, she smelled of sweet sweat, the potions and perfumes she bathed with made her smell like a delectable little flower, ripe for the picking of exactly what he needed.

The multitudes of fabrics and soft cloths over her bed all stank of her most alluring and familiar scents. The purr of his grew louder as his show blotted out and feeble morning light from behind him. He peeled back a layer of sheet or blanket, a picture perfect of her wearing a loose, thin garment, it, like her bathing utilities he bought her with his gold, since he didn’t know how to make such worthwhile comforts for her.

based on: vaguely this.

butch / masc starter call.