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Feeling the hot air from Chaurmine’s lingering irritation and frustration, you’re reminded of encountering him out in the wastes; he cooled off when calming down, which swiftly happened after an orgasm.

You delicately bring up his rising body heat, wondering how dangerous being in such a state for long can be. You imagine that could get unhealthy if he doesn’t release the stress heating him up.

Chaurmine raises a brow, glancing down at an empty, sweating glass; the ice having melted a while ago and now sits as a shot of water, tinted with traces of the drink it held. “I’m fine... Out in the wastes there, that was the hottest I’ve been, I think. And that was with the pink slime those bugs smeared on me; must have been some aphrodisiac or something,” he states as he looks back to you, an odd look on his armored visage, “So right now there’s nothing to worry about. Are you suggesting that we...?”

You nod and, with a nonchalant shrug, add how distraught he seemed out in the wastes. You’d rather not seem him in such a state again, if you can help it.

Chaurmine leans back in his seat, his features softening, before breaking into a lecherous grin. “Well, uh, thanks for the concern. Though a better place to cool off after heating up would be my ship,” he growls, trying to sound seductive.

Chaurmine moves out of the booth, stretching as he and his empty seat groan in relief, and motions towards the exit, “C’mon, we have better places to be.”
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You do much the same, stiffly stretching once you’re standing out of the booth. Once that’s done, you follow Chaurmine out of the bar. After several long minutes walking along the landing bay, still quite far from your own ship, you note that you’re passing by larger and larger vessels.

“You’ve never seen a saurmorian ship before, right?” he grunts, snapping your attention back to him, “Well if not, let me warn you, our spacecrafts are known for two things; they’re durable as fuck, and they’re big.” He punctuates this with a jerk of his snout towards the ship you’re now standing before.

Well, it is big. With its thick, blocky hull girding its triangular shape, you wonder how the mammoth thing can even fly, let alone be piloted by a single person. Though faded and scratched, you can still clearly make out its matte black finish trimmed with chrome. Two massive cannons hang from the bottom of the ship near the middle. At the prow of the space vessel, you see the words ‘Vigilantus Gemma’ in the same matte black as the trim, though without the same wear and tear; it looks more recent.

Chaurmine leads you up the swiftly lowered ramp up and into his ship, giving you your first look at what he must call home; in contrast to its blocky hull, the ship’s interior is made of round, concave walls, giving it a more airy feel. Though quite spartan, you’re sure you see a large workshop at the bottom of a flight of stairs, many weapons and other tech strewn about in pieces.

A sudden solid smack on your fair derriere forces a yelp from your lips, and you turn to see that armored, reptilian visage grinning down at you mischievously. “Yeah, tour’s over. Bed’s this way,” he growls, leading you to a surprisingly cozy room, given the airy feel the rest of the ship gives. A glance around the place shows rather average furnishings, aside from what must be his bed; looking more like a soft beanbag with a heavy frame. Seeing your look, Chaurmine gives a shrug before explaining, “My kind essentially sleep in beds of sand; comfortable for the scales. But I’ve found that most in the galaxy don’t, so I had to get a covering that, uh, my scales wouldn’t tear apart.”
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Standing next to the sand-bed, Chaurmine removes the few pieces of armor he has, letting them hit the floor with a hard thump. Since his crotch was basically the only thing covered, that’s where your eyes are drawn to, now that he’s fully bare; his large balls hang low, the thick but supple reptilian hide a rich amber, and his monstrous cock droops out if its sheath, half hard. The ribbed, onyx-black shaft pulses and grows in the fresh air, its blunt tip bobbing. The tin lizard crosses his arms over his muscular chest, heavy tail swaying excitedly behind him, “So Kade, what do you wanna do?”

Feeling the hot air from Chaurmine’s lingering irritation and frustration, you’re reminded of encountering him out in the wastes; he cooled off when calming down, which swiftly happened after an orgasm.

You delicately bring up his rising body heat, wondering how dangerous being in such a state for long can be. You imagine that could get unhealthy if he doesn’t release the stress heating him up.

Chaurmine raises a brow, glancing down at an empty, sweating glass; the ice having melted a while ago and now sits as a shot of water, tinted with traces of the drink it held. “I’m fine... Out in the wastes there, that was the hottest I’ve been, I think. And that was with the pink slime those bugs smeared on me; must have been some aphrodisiac or something,” he states as he looks back to you, an odd look on his armored visage, “So right now there’s nothing to worry about. Are you suggesting that we...?”

You nod and, with a nonchalant shrug, add how distraught he seemed out in the wastes. You’d rather not seem him in such a state again, if you can help it.
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Chaurmine leans back in his seat, his features softening, before breaking into a lecherous grin. “Well, uh, thanks for the concern. Though a better place to cool off after heating up would be my ship,” he growls, trying to sound seductive.

Chaurmine moves out of the booth, stretching as he and his empty seat groan in relief, and motions towards the exit, “C’mon, we have better places to be.”

You do much the same, stiffly stretching once you’re standing out of the booth. Once that’s done, you follow Chaurmine out of the bar. After several long minutes walking along the landing bay, still quite far from your own ship, you note that you’re passing by larger and larger vessels.

“You’ve never seen a saurmorian ship before, right?” he grunts, snapping your attention back to him, “Well if not, let me warn you, our spacecrafts are known for two things; they’re durable as fuck, and they’re big.” He punctuates this with a jerk of his snout towards the ship you’re now standing before.

Well, it is big. With its thick, blocky hull girding its triangular shape, you wonder how the mammoth thing can even fly, let alone be piloted by a single person. Though faded and scratched, you can still clearly make out its matte black finish trimmed with chrome. Two massive cannons hang from the bottom of the ship near the middle. At the prow of the space vessel, you see the words ‘Vigilantus Gemma’ in the same matte black as the trim, though without the same wear and tear; it looks more recent.
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Chaurmine leads you up the swiftly lowered ramp up and into his ship, giving you your first look at what he must call home; in contrast to its blocky hull, the ship’s interior is made of round, concave walls, giving it a more airy feel. Though quite spartan, you’re sure you see a large workshop at the bottom of a flight of stairs, many weapons and other tech strewn about in pieces.

A sudden solid smack on your fair derriere forces a yelp from your lips, and you turn to see that armored, reptilian visage grinning down at you mischievously. “Yeah, tour’s over. Bed’s this way,” he growls, leading you to a surprisingly cozy room, given the airy feel the rest of the ship gives. A glance around the place shows rather average furnishings, aside from what must be his bed; looking more like a soft beanbag with a heavy frame. Seeing your look, Chaurmine gives a shrug before explaining, “My kind essentially sleep in beds of sand; comfortable for the scales. But I’ve found that most in the galaxy don’t, so I had to get a covering that, uh, my scales wouldn’t tear apart.”

Standing next to the sand-bed, Chaurmine removes the few pieces of armor he has, letting them hit the floor with a hard thump. Since his crotch was basically the only thing covered, that’s where your eyes are drawn to, now that he’s fully bare; his large balls hang low, the thick but supple reptilian hide a rich amber, and his monstrous cock droops out if its sheath, half hard. The ribbed, onyx-black shaft pulses and grows in the fresh air, its blunt tip bobbing. The tin lizard crosses his arms over his muscular chest, heavy tail swaying excitedly behind him, “So Kade, what do you wanna do?”

With a contented sigh, you melt into Chaurmine’s warm arms as you both bask in the afterglow. As you both doze off, he continues to rub his snout along your shoulders, neck, and face with affectionate caresses. You absently moan whenever you feel his teeth poke your skin with soft bites and nibbles.

This continues for what feels like a blissful eternity, luxuriating in the steamy and surprisingly tender treatment from the cuddly lizard. At some point he even turns you around to face him, tilting your face back to lavish you with soft licks from collar bone to jaw; he ends up washing this side of your neck just as much as the other, his chest rumbling happily to every moan and sigh you make.
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Eventually though, time catches up, and Chaurmine sits upright, saying that he has things to do and it’s time to part. You give a heavy sigh, reluctant to release your arms from around his neck. If only-

You let out a yelp as Chaurmine abruptly stands, holding your weight while your feet kick, thrash, and flail for a grip. You laugh with mirth as his stomps take you to the ship’s crew showers.
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