Daphnee nods. “Yes. You.” It's hard to miss the reaction. Being naked Tsuya cannot hid how her nipples blossom even as she feigns disinterest in escalating matters. With no shift in the temperature she couldn't say it was from the cold. Besides Daphnee guessed that being naked a lot would allow for the slave to get use to normal temperatures without clothes.

Things being finalized Daphnee made note of all those pockets. She wondered if there were things stored within it. She eyed those sharp points considering how best to avoid them. It tracked her even without eyes. Daphnee was at square one as to what would and wouldn't work. With a mammal she could at least guess better. A plant was tougher. There was no nervous system to exploit, at least in earth plants. But for him to want this it certainly could feel pleasure or at the very least could take something away from the encounter. Nutrients or something. That didn't matter much.

She nods at the translation given retracting her hand. She instead drags her palm slowly against him still assessing his reactions. “Very well. Lead the way.” She thought it would be overstepping things if she dismissed the others. There was probably a guest room or something.

Glancing toward the slave Daphnee noted how those thighs were pressed together. If she were this affected already she wondered what additional advances would have. But she wouldn't push too hard. “Come on.” Extending a hand out towards the seated slave Daphnee was willing to relocate. Even so she kept touching the plant seeing what sort of reactions she got. Slowly brushing over his “skin” or those vines. Avoiding those sharp points all the while.

"Just remember - you break her, you're going to be paying for her." her owner's tone is relaxed, casual - but the unspoken threat is acknowledged by the creature when it responds. Satisfied with the contract lawyer's response, her owner continues to discuss whatever he was discussing with the financial officer in that odd, pulsing 'language' that they shared. If the translator knew anything about that, she wasn't eager to respond to it. Instead, she followed Daphnee the stocky, verdant creature out of the room.

As she touched the thick, green flesh of the contract lawyer, the menacing barbs folded downwards, letting her fingers brush against the tough material instead of putting her hands in harm's way. The way they moved was an exquisite show of dexterity and muscle control this up close, moving exactly to avoid her fingers, and then shifting back into place as her hand explored what looked to be the 'head'. Two of the guards in the far end of the room follow this strange procession through the corridors of the ship.

The walk back is short - pausing for a brief moment for Tsuya to let a particularly curious worker cop a feel on her nude body. After a quick check from a different set of guards that looked a lot more similar in appearance to the contract lawyer, Daphnee are Tsuya are ushered into a luxurious bedroom. While it does lack the sheer size of the master bedroom Daphnee had seen, it's still quite roomy. The creature speaks again, and Tsuya quickly translates it.

"He says 'Humans have an amazing taste organ that can move in so many different ways'." she explains as the creature relaxes on a curved bed, pushing aside its outer casing to reveal the squirming green lengths within as its oddly-textured cock began to peer out from a sheath of tough, woody muscle. "'I would like you to show me how well you can use it, please.'."

It's not as large as the chimeric minotaur cock Daphnee had conquered on stage, but it's size is sufficient for Tsuya to shift nervously as she turns her head away slightly from the scene unfolding before her.

As they proceeded onward guards were curious about human anatomy it seemed. Daphnee watched as they pawed at the nude slave. Gentle caresses to her rear or the curve of those breasts. There were no objections of these liberties telling Daphnee that it was normal. In her own case she hadn't been touch, probably out of some order whether spoken or unspoken. Her status had to be higher or perhaps it was the status of her Master.

She didn't think on it too much. In attempting to work out what was and wasn't sensitive Daphnee found that those barbs weren't as stiff as she had thought that they would be. They folded downward, adjusted. If she were to compare it she would have thought that they were akin to plastic straws. Solid but flexible. She would have to jam her hand against them to hurt herself.

Of course he could have some sort of property that caused the barbs to stiffen too. When he became tense perhaps? She had no need to test that nor was she curious enough to ask figuring that she may learn those answers in time.

After passing the last set of guards she was admitted into a large room. Not as large as her Master's not that she expected it. Though the size of it displayed that he was a favored guest or had a high station. Green eyes coolly took in the room before settling on the bed that he had moved to.

Tsyu translating even as his root came into view. Such an impressive member that not even Tsyu could keep her eyes on.

She grinned at that. Eyes slowly taking in that length. As she drew forward her fingers caressed Tsyu's cheek shifting her gaze to have a better look. Fingers drifted away as she took a few steps. Then getting on all fours she crawled the rest of the way to her target. Hands settling on his thighs as she knelt before him. She scanned that root again then leaned forward. Her hands careful in their placement to avoid those barbs.

The tip of her tongue traced along the top of that root.

“Well since you asked nicely.” She gave another firmer lick tasting something sweet. The texture smooth, the taste like honey. She licked one side from tip to base the base to tip on the opposite side. By the time she finished her hands moved to seize him. Her palms a little moist whether from her saliva or the root itself she didn't know nor care.

“So big.” Her tongue flicked against the tip. Then her mouth sucked on it a little. Her mouth opened farther sucking in that root deeply. Her hands twisting and curling around what she couldn't comfortable take. Her pace growing steadily she tried not to obscure Tsyu's view too much as she worked.

The texture was quite illusory. What looked at first to be a tough, bumpy rod revealed itself to be quite the fleshy thing as her hands closed around the base, causing the lengths lining the thing to shift, teasing and caressing her fingers as the upper body seemed to turn itself inside out as she began to service the slightly flaccid shaft. Her tongue quickly drove the alien organ to full turgidity as the ducts lining its throbbing underside continued to nick that thick, mildly-sweet liquid that left a delicate, salty aftertaste on her tongue. The gnarled head which from a distance appeared solid, but this up close, she could see just how complex it was as the central segment split open ever so slightly to reveal a mass of squirming lengths inside before it slid shut again.

The verdant creature continued to open up, relaxing as Daphnee continued to service him, a low grunt of satisfaction leaving its distended jaws as it opened up to allow several more narrow, yet rather agile tentacles to emerge from sheaths set inside the maw itself. Lacking the tough barbs of the larger tentacles, these lengths moved with a form of precision and quiet grace that reminded her of fingers as they glided across the back of her neck, exploring her body, her clothes as they inspected their 'catch'.

This close, she had an on-hand view of how those things moved. No muscles, but rather - the tough barbs and the fleshy tubes moved sin a similar way as she continued to service the alien shaft with practiced ease, the barbs moving out of her way, while the tube-like growths teased her tongue and fingers in return. As the alien length continued to throb, the tentacles exploring her body became more eager, prodding at her tits and rear as she continued her superb service.

"I thought you'd freak out, having to service something like that." the translator finally murmurs out. "I'm impressed."

The texture of that root is unexpected. Soft, rather than hard. Even as it swells it yields like flesh. This close up to it Daphnee sees how complex he is. Tendrils move instead of muscles, tentacles split from him directing their attention to her kneeling body. It's unexpected but not too surprising given what she has encountered thus far.

Shape changers, amorphic members that altered themselves. Even tendrils that split off of the main member. While not normal this wasn't too surprising. Daphnee worked as those tendrils caressed her. She thought of pulling away, to at least take off her shirt but dismissed that notion not wanting to break away just yet.

She wondered just what that cock would feel like sliding through her tits. It didn't feel too different. There were the tendrils that split off from it so that would be different. She got results hearing him in pleasure. Taking a small moment to draw back Daphnee let her tongue slid along that length as her green eyes gazed up into his features.

“Now why would I? It only servers to be more versatile.” Taking that time to strip her top and release her breasts she squirms a little closer. Capturing that root between her breasts she presses her tits together. She can feel the movement of those tendrils even as she goes back to work. Licking one side then another.

Drawing her breasts along him she takes in the tip along with a few of those tendrils. Her lips squeeze tight around him as she rocks back and forth on her knees. Sucking tightly against him. She purrs out with his continued touch upon her rear, neck and now breasts.

As she works she keeps her gaze up upon him. Her nipples grow erect. Her body responds to his attention as she feels a tingle down below.

This up close, Daphnee is able to take an up-close and personal look at the nodules and lengths lining the alien cock. How they moved - despite the obvious lack of eyes, they seemed to track her motions quite precisely, the barbs tipped with an orange-ish fluid moving away, then flicking it at her. A pleasant scent filled the air as the droplets found themselves on her skin and the smaller, fleshy tentacles casually rubbing it onto her.

Her next motion, however - takes the creature by surprise as she confidently traps the alien shaft between her breasts. Some of the barbs do not have enough time to respond and retract - a few of them pricking her skin and delivering their payload. The relaxing sensation that blossomed through her tits flushes away the pain before it can even be registered in her mind. The barbs quickly fall flat or even retract, letting her service his shaft with her perfectly balanced tits without any further interruption. A rapid-fire gurgle bubbles up from the creature's central body and the translator quickly picks it up.

" 'I was surprised. Does it hurt?' " she explains, a look of concern on her face as she stops playing with herself and stands up and steps in a little closer. "...wait, did something happen?"

Moisture hits her skin. The scent is pleasant, one that Daphnee is unable to place. It's fragrant like a flower. Where the droplets touch her she feels relaxed. Not quite numb yet not without something happening. A mild electrical current massages her skin.

She gets pricked on her tits. Fortunately she was using care so that she didn't impale herself too sharply. The worse of those punctures feel like a sliver that is retracted from her just as quickly. For the most part it feels as if her finger ran along the spines of a cactus without piercing it. The texture a little rough.

Green eyes widen more in shock than anything. She glances down to her breasts even as those barbs retract and go flat. There's no blood. She suspected seeing tiny pin pricks but whatever that moisture of the tips of those barbs coats those spots. Was there some chemical that clotted her blood or did it absorb into that moisture combining? It was hard to say.

Yet it was clear that their was something to that moisture. Some sort of chemical or poison. Perhaps a drug. She felt a creeping warmth spread over her tits. A pleasant buzzing that was both relaxing and massaging her at the same time. Daphnee did not know if she took too much of that substance in.

She heard concern from the slave as she translated. While it was too early to tell what that chemical would do Daphnee glanced up. A smile dashed over her lips.

“I'm fine.” Oh she felt worse. Way worse. Being boiled alive, strangled and having her jaw broken had been on another level. Unless the drug would become more potent. Like Novocaine where it took a few minutes to kick in. She ruled out a poison seeing that he didn't pull back or rush to get her treated. It could be fear at what her Master would think.

Whatever the case Daphnee didn't take long to consider it. Her face dropped a bit. Her hands tighten of her breasts making a firmer tunnel. Her tongue licking slowly over the tip of that trapped root. Then down the top of it as she pushed it through her cleavage. When she pulled back she sucked a little of the tip using her tongue to play with the tip before attempting to swallow as much of that root as she could. Green eyes regarding him as she attempted to gauge his reactions.

As her tongue teased the tip, the tough casing shifted under her gentle minstrations, the barbs retracting away from her tongue as she serviced the alien member, it's low grunts and sighs rumbling from the depths that central mass as her tongue pushed onto the cleft of the thing, revealing more of its squirming insides to her. As she took in the length in her mouth after giving it an experimental bob or two, the creature's shaft now moved with her - responding accurately to her touch as the barbs folded flat and retracted fully as her lips worked across the tough, gnarled flesh.

“I'm fine.” she had responded, and the alien creature let out a gurgle, to which the translator's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"Okay, but if something does come up, let me know." she finally breathes out as she sits back down, watching Daphnee with obvious excitement.

The creature gurgles out more words as if to respond to it, and the translator nods. She does seem a little uncomfortable with what she's heard, but watching Daphnee still sucking and milking the alien creature's shaft with her tits was having quite the effect on her. As Daphnee's tongue ran across what felt like shut slits, they shifted open as her tongue pressed against the gnarled flesh, the barbs in the tiny buds flattened retracted to the point she could completely press her tongue against the throbbing length. The pleasant scent in the air continued to gather, while smaller - pale green tentacles wandered around her body, clearly admiring her body despite the fact they had no visible eyes, or a notable 'face'.

Regardless, some things truly were universal - the slow sighs when she continued to take his shaft into her throat. That subtle gasp of pleasure when her tits kneaded against a particularly sensitive spot on his cock. It was clear that it was getting it's money's worth from her.... and then some.

Daphnee missed the narrowing of the slave's eyes since her attention was fixated before her. She did however pick up on hesitation before a witnessing a nod from her peripheral vision. Had she been paying attention she may have concluded that they were being compared.

Her talents came in handy here. Daphnee had a fair amount of practice with throwing her voice while drinking water. It wasn't something she did so much now but in these circumstances it allowed her to carry on a limited form of communication without drawing away from her task at all.

Through her nose she took in gulps of air then projected those expelled sounds in such a fashion that they sounded like words. All this while her tongue and lips moved against his skin. Her tits pressed against the sides of that root a little firmer now that the barbs had been less of a threat.

They weren't as still now and even folded away from her skin in most cases. Occasionally she was pricked but not that often and not to the point that she felt any pain. It did cause her to adjust instinctively as if she touched a hot pot and pulled her hand back instead of keeping it latched on.

“You like that?” She needed no translation even if there wasn't a traditional face to watch. Exploring tentacles were all about her like a halo as she continued managing to take even more of him in once it appeared she had been at her comfort level showing that she was holding back and making it seem like she had been at her limit. If he had watched any of her videos this wouldn't be a surprise. He may have been anticipating the build up for this moment.

She wondered just how he would feel. Even if those barbs where softer now then they were initially they should drag or scrap a little. Given his control of them so far they might even move like fingers inside her. Of course she was probably destined to find out.

“Want to show me what this can do?” She asked around a mouthful of his member.

“Want to show me what this can do?” She asked around a mouthful of his member.

And in response, the tough skin of the thing shifted apart, almost feeling as if it was fraying inside her. A cool sensation worked into her chest from the inside as it grew just a little wider, pushing down on her tongue as it moved. The smaller bits moved in sync now, moving just so to give her tongue something to play with as it continued to grow imperceptibly. The tough, leathery nodules that now pressed against her tongue trembled at her touch as they oozed a watery, sweet-tasting fluid into her mouth, bathing her insides with a slick covering that felt good as her tongue as it slid in properly.

Then, something that almost looked like a lamprey brushed against her bare back, the wriggling layers of 'teeth' applying a slick layer of lubricant to her back and rear, followed closely by the encircling swarm of tentacles brushing against her body, clearly excited at the prospect of taking her fully, applying that oozing liquid all over her body. Something that appeared at first to be clad in a sheath of bright green needles - they were actually rather soft to the touch - fondled her breasts now. They way they bent individually to stroke her tits was interesting, almost hypnotic in their precision.

From her position, her tiny skirt hiked up to reveal her ass to more of those tendrils that now brushed against her quivering nethers. It was obvious that he was quite interested in taking all her holes at once, but it clearly was capable of restraint. Rather than go all at once, he let her get used to the first cock in her mouth, the sensations of tendrils caressing her body. He gurgled out something, and his translator followed up.

"Please use your tongue more." she relays the message. "It feels really good."

His advance made it impossible to speak now as Daphnee found her tongue beneath the ever widening member. Slowly it opened farther like a blooming flower. She tasted that liquid bathing her tongue her cheeks inflating around him. If she could see herself she imagined she'd look like a chipmunk storing nuts.

Other tentacles caressed her. She couldn't see them but it felt as if teeth or barbs were moving against her. None of them cut or scratched her. It felt rough at first but liquid made it easier on her. It was as if a lotion was being rubbed into her skin.

Daphnee felt his eagerness growing. Touched all over her skin tingled in the passing of those tentacles. More liquid rubbed in while she continued to work. Her mouth working around his root as her hands pressed her breasts firmly against him.

He said something. Her eyes darted toward their translator without breaking away from the task on hand. At this angle it was tough to see anything and get additional cues so she was unable to tell if she was holding anything back.

It sounded simple enough. A request to use more of her tongue. She made a slight nod working her suppressed tongue out from beneath that root. Once down she used it to lick down one side then the other. Feeling the flexible barbs grazing against her.

He felt prickly yet he was not unyielding bending and contracting with her motions. All the while her chest felt hot. Something had worked into her system that much was clear. There didn't seem to be any sort of effect other than that heat. Not yet anyway.

Either she didn't have enough of that drug yet or it was slow acting. It was likely the later.

Releasing her hold on her breasts she grabbed a pair of his tentacles setting them in place. Freeing up her hands she stroked the trunks of his legs as she bobbed against him. Slow deep motions with her tongue exploring both the inside and outside of that root as best as she could.

Her tongue felt that same warming effect that her chest had as it dipped inside the sweet root. Definitely something provoked her. She picked up the pace despite those barbs. Every once in a while she felt them against her tongue just shy of piercing it. Those tips massaging her tongue in a rough way.

Daphnee tingled down there. The more she played with that root the greater her own desires. So far she remained focused on what she was doing.

The sensation of some of those lengths stiffening up as her tongue caressed them was subtle at first, but as she continued to bob her head, her dancing tongue jousting with those knots and her hands running along the tough root-like tendrils that formed his 'legs'. Not exactly dense, but their lattice-like structure allowed her to explore even deeper, drawing out a satisfied grunt from the creature. The barbs moved precisely now, used to reading her motions and avoiding pricking her again, but they did provide in other ways - the watery, sweet droplets that formed at their tips was rapidly drawn into her throat with each motion of her head.

Another mass of gurgling 'speech' from the creature, to which the translator's voice picks up noticeably.

"Eh? You're okay with me doing that?"

How it was speech was incomprehensible - but there was a pattern to it. Pulses of sounds that felt almost like words flowed through an alien organ that sounded like it was embedded in the mass of thorns and barbed tendrils at the center of the 'head'.

"Thank you." she finally sighs, relieved from having to hold back. Her hands instantly go to her drenched nethers, finger-fucking herself as she watches Daphnee take his length. "Oh, don't worry. I can still translate."

With that exchange done, the creature turns its attention back to Daphnee, the smaller tentacles casually exploring her outfit, learning its ins and outs, touching against the clasps and the hems but this goes no further... for now. However, the stiffening continued ever so subtly, spreading through his 'shaft', her throat easily catching these differences as she serviced him.

Finally, he gurgled out something, and the translator quickly picks it up. "'I would like your permission to ejaculate inside you.' he says."

Slowly those tentacles stiffen. Daphnee thinks it may be the difference between mammals and plants. Plants being slower to move and react. Chemicals being produced at a slower rate as they were carried to those stiffening portions. Rather than pull away she gave a brief thumbs up ensuring that she was indeed fine.

Returning to work her body feels as if it's simmering. Her own arousal growing. The taste of those chemicals makes her yearn for more as she drinks in that liquid. Tingles race through her body as if borrowing through the layers of her skin working beneath them. Somewhere behind her Daphnee could hear fingers sloshing through a wet pussy. Her efforts subtle in recruiting a partner for the future her efforts seemed to be working but that was neither here nor there.

She assured her that she could still translate not that she had thought about that. As her own needs surfaced she endured that warmth even as her lips quicken to gather more of that sweet nectar. Her tongue tingled, green eyes focused on him attempting to read any cues as she went on.

Those barbs felt soft, flexible, though the rest of him became stiff.

Daphnee almost missed the question as she was concentrating on what she was doing. A brief silence told her something had been said and she had to play back the last few seconds in her head. Playfully she pulls back licking the tip of that root as if drawing out her answer.

“Sure thing.” She returned to the task at had unsure of just where not that it had mattered. Her need built but she was no stranger to suffering such need. Well he did have other tentacles too so it was likely that he didn't want her to stop. Of course those tentacles may not ejaculate. In her experiences she found that most aliens she dealt with could ejaculate with both tentacles and cock so she supposed she'd soon find out.

“Sure thing.” she murmured out, and with that signal, the tough, knobbly shaft she was deepthroating seemed to shift, once again gaining some girth as it pressed against her throat as ducts opened up on its sides, rather than the head she was expecting to. A sense of icy coolness began to bubble up from her chest as the thing finally ejaculated, followed by a deep and satisfying rumble from the creature's shambling core as something that felt gaseous, yet solid began to flow out from the ducts of that alien shaft, coating her insides with a pleasant coolness that seemed to drip upwards before gravity took hold of the quivering, vaguely sweet-tasting mass, dragging it down into her depths.

Release must've brought relief to him as he noticeably slacked down as he continued to ejaculate in Daphnee's throat. Smaller tendrils coiled around her neck and head for a brief moment, as if preparing to pull her away should she choke. Of course, no such thing happened, and it finished a bold second wind, sending the squirming substance into her depths before the erect shaft began to recede, slowly retracing into itself until it finally drew out of her. With the large central shaft retracted, the thing's many tentacles still wandered around her, clearly eager for more.

That strange, gurgling speech again - but this time, the translator failed to respond. At the very edge of an orgasm, she completely ignored the words he spoke as she desperately worked her drenched cunt with her fingers, her free hand roughly squeezing her eye-catching tits. Seemingly annoyed by this interruption, the creature hits her free tit with what sounds like a leathery whip, drawing a red welt across her flushed skin, drawing her back with a powerful orgasm.

"HHNAAA! O...oh..." she stammers out as her eyes refocus. "Wait, did I drift off again? Ah..."

Once more, the creature hits her stomach - causing her to arch her back in ecstasy before he speaks. This time, she pays attention and relays his message.

"He says 'I want to do more.'" she translates his message. "'You have satisfied me completely. And thus, it's only fair that you walk away completely satisfied.'"

Daphnee discovered the ducts. Her pace hadn't slowed and she was rewarded with a blast of that ejaculate. It was more accurate to describe it as a flow. That mist cool and somewhere between gas and solid. It felt odd. Almost as if she were attempting to consume something that was still alive, not that she had experience in that herself. Many cultures ate things while they were still alive. Daphnee recalled a man in Japan doing so with an octopus in order to intimidate the boyfriend of his daughter. End result that didn't go well for the man who died.

The way the ejaculate moved and swayed inside her felt weird. Plus that cock was still inside her mouth displacing the substance a bit. It was cool all the way down numbing her throat up a bit while she experienced that pleasant rush. The taste was sweet, perhaps even addictive as she sought to consume even more of it.

With her neck and head supported she heard him say something. She was aware that he was pleased but was no closer to understanding him. A crack of a whip or what sounded like one didn't dawn on her at first. Not until there was a second lash, this time she caught the movement of a tentacle that doubled as a whip.

The slave drawn from her stupor. Daphnee glanced back now that her mouth was empty though she was still attempting to swallow down the last of that substance. That was one reason she didn't address the issue straight away. Another was processing what was going on. The slave struck her as a sadist deriving pleasure from the strikes. She succumb to her pleasure, her features awash in bliss.

A translation followed causing Daphnee to glance back and gaze up.

“As far as I am aware we're not under any time constraints. I certainly want more.” She paused glancing over her shoulder then back. Daphnee played another one of her cards seeing that the slave was somewhat receptive thus far. Whether it worked out for the future or not was another matter, an issue for later.

“I'm willing to bet she needs more of a release too. Just as I am willing to bet that you could handle both of us at the same time.”