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Subject: Canary Book One: The Human Condition Prologue Canary Book One: The Human Condition This is a work of fiction that contains scenes of explicit gay sex between adults and minors. Any resemblance to actual places, persons, or events is purely coincidental. If you are not of the legal age to read adult stories, or are uncomfortable with gay themes, please stop reading now and close this document immediately. All rights to this story are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without express permission of myself, the author. If you would like to provide any feedback, please reach out to me via my email: ail. As always, donations from readers are what funds this site's daily operations and future growth. If you like what you have read thus far of the Canary Series, Please consider donating fty. Prologue Kor My men and I watched the boy clamber around several stalagmites cautiously. Appearing no older than ten human years in age, we knew that he posed little threat to us; if any. After ten human generations, we learned that the humans were poor cave dwellers. Their human eyesight was excellent for motion tracking in the intense daylight on the surface, but down here in the caves he was surely no cave bat able to navigate successfully without any natural lighting. One of my Draconian men observed the pool of glowing water that undoubtedly caught the eye of the human boy. The unnatural green glowing water was created from the excretions of stalactite worms. Worm's milk, or Lust water is what we knew it as back at the encampment. For a fully grown Draconian, it was known to insight quite a few private side effects that we'd rather not talk about even amongst ourselves. For a creature as small and underdeveloped as the human boy, there's no telling what kind of neurological damage it could cause. For smaller creatures, it was known to drive them mad with sexual lust until they died and fell prey to the very worms that trapped them there. My men and I exchanged knowing glances with each other. Our orders were clear. We were to obtain reconnaissance data only. We were forbidden to engage once we knew that humans had infiltrated our cave systems. Datrin's words rang bells beneath my skull as I judged the circumstances for what they were. I wasn't in the business of saving human lives. They were the ones who drove us down here into the subterranean caves that we called home. Their superior metabolisms out competed us, and pretty soon they began to hunt us as their next big prey. So fewer humans wasn't a particularly bad idea for me. Something inside me though regretted watching this boy drown in the slimy milk, or worse yet; dying of sexual overstimulation. It would seem that our circumstances would soon be changed as we watched the boy climbing several unsteady rocks around the glowing pool of Lust water. My jaw clenched tightly as I heard the rocks crumbling beneath his extremities. We weren't sure what the boy was doing down here in the first place. When we felt the geologic disturbance on the surface, we feared an attack from the humans was imminent. But now all I could wonder was if he was just a victim of a cave in. He probably çorum escort was playing too close to the mouth of one of our caves when the opening gave way and trapped him inside here. About ten steps around the pool of worm's milk, the boy's left foot gave way and the boy splashed down into the toxic waters beneath him. I grumbled in response, and my men each sighed as they all knew well what kind of stupidity I was about to attempt. No Draconians liked the humans, but I wasn't just about to leave him there to die. The sounds of gurgling and splashing filled the cavern as I moved cautiously towards the pool to fish the boy out. By now the slimy milk was filling the boy's lungs, and I knew he would soon die if he could not break free from the thick water that trapped him. Climbing over the edge of the pool, my arm outstretched to grab ahold of one of the boy's flailing arms. In our brief moment of contact the boy latched onto me, forcing me halfway into the water myself. With the Lust Water now soaking through my uniform, I could immediately begin to feel it's effect on me as the water wetted my arms, legs, torso, and groin. My level of stimulation was growing too, but I worked through it in order to reach my arm around the boy's back to pull him free from the waters. In the next heartbeat, the boy immediately latched onto me tightly as I pulled him free from the thick surface tension of the Lust Water. His arousal was well understood by the harsh poking my abs received from his rapidly thrusting hips. I couldn't help but respond to his stimulus with a growing ache between my own legs. I knew full well what was happening. The boy had instantly imprinted on me as soon as I pulled him free of the water, and I could feel myself responding to his altered biochemistry with my own. I instantly regretted my decision to help the boy before we both collapsed onto the ground surrounding the pool of green glowing Lust Water. The boy was still furiously holding onto me as I coaxed him to cough up the viscous fluid that had begun to fill his lungs. He gasped for air while he laid on top of my bulky chest, and I pounded his back to coax more of the slimy fluid from his lungs. It would seem that for the time being, this human would not be finding himself leaving my side as he continued to grasp at the bulky scales along my shoulders. About an hour into our journey back to the encampment, the human boy laid motionless between the cradling of my pillar-like arms. Despite my apprehension towards humans, and downright distrust of them, my altered biochemistry relentlessly forced me to hold tightly onto the boy. My instincts lied to me, as I carried the limp creature deeper into the cave systems. All the while, I fought against the urge to lay him down and mate him right there in front of my men. I was sure that when the boy would eventually regain consciousness that he would be without any control, but for right now I at least had enough control to avoid thinking about my own erection long enough to carry the boy back to the encampment. Once we'd finally make it back, our shaman would help the two of us. I was convinced of it. He had to. Logistically, çukurambar escort the boy was too small to be able to accommodate me. If I were to lose control with him, there was no doubt in my mind that I would hurt him by attempting to mate with the boy. Struggling to avoid the thoughts, I heaved a few deep breaths as my men led the way back to the encampment. I would have to keep up for now, and deal with our lust problem later. My men and I clambered through the stalagmites that led back home. I couldn't help but spare a few stray moments to observe the human I was holding in my arms. It was hard to get a clear view of him, as his clothes and hair were still glowing from the residue still soaking through them. But what I could see was that his skin was fair and delicate. His face looked soft, and his lips were the most pliable looking flesh on his body. Without a better inspection, his frame seemed thin and narrow; not exactly the build of a warrior. And his hair was long and appeared to be light colored. The thin lines of hair that lined his eyelids was long and curled upwards with an innocence unknown to my people. We all knew the humans as genocidal monsters, but surely that couldn't be true by looking at him. This human boy looked like he wasn't capable of harming a cave beetle, let alone capable of fighting off a Draconian warrior such as myself. After several long minutes my men and I had finally made our way back to the Draconian encampment. By now the boy was beginning to rouse, and wiggle beneath my increasingly rigid arms. When the boy began whimpering, his sounds echoed throughout the cave walls which brought the needed attention of the clan's shaman. As he made his way towards us, the look of concern could be read easily along his face. I was sure he could notice the obvious signs of contamination the boy and I had experienced, and I was sure I could also read aggravation on his face too as he flared his razor sharp teeth at the two of us. "You have been contaminated," The shaman hissed. "You were just supposed to observe, and not make contact with the creature." "He fell into the worm's milk," I replied sharply. "He was going to drown." "And now you both are contaminated, and you brought the human back here." The shaman grabbed the boy's wrist briefly to measure his pulse. Trying to avoid prolonged contact, he quickly dropped the arm limply. "Bring him inside. We must clean you both thoroughly." Moving away from my men, they stayed behind to speak with the general about what we saw closer to the surface. "He is too young," The shaman said, as he instructed me to disrobe myself and the boy. "And from the looks of things, you two have already started to imprint on each other." The shaman inspected the boy's body more closely and handed me a pair of sponges. "Clean the boy thoroughly. Everywhere he made contact with the Lust water." "He was fully submerged in it. He was beginning to drown." I replied protectively. "Yes, yes. He is irreversibly contaminated, but we must minimize the risk of you both contaminating others. Clean him first, everywhere. Then clean yourself," The shaman ankara escort demanded. "Can you help him?" I demanded from the smaller Draconian healer while I wiped the congealing substance from the boy's body. "His exposure is irreversible, I'm afraid," The shaman began as he moved towards his poorly maintained electron microscope. "That's not what I am asking you." My teeth snarled with a slightly vicious tone. "Can you help the boy?" I asked once again. I could feel my heartbeat increasing, bringing with it an unwanted fever of sorts. "Do not bare your teeth at me Kor," The shaman started with a higher pitched wrasp in his voice. "I believe I can relieve the symptoms." The shaman returned to his microscope. "For a time," He finished. "For how long of a time?" I ordered the lower status Draconian. My blunt claws made gentil contact with the boy's cheeks around the sponge I was holding to clean him. I spared a moment to observe the weakened state the boy was in, and my own unnatural imprinting undoubtedly was influencing me. "On the human calendar?" The shaman started. "Months, years maybe. I can keep him under control long enough for his human physiology to develop somewhat, but eventually he will need to be mated; Most likely by you." "Can't we just send him back to the surface?" I asked, my unreasonable concern became evident in my tone. "Even if General Datrin was able to find and clear the boy's point of entry, of which these mountains are composed of solid duranium ore, I remind you. The human child will need constant medical supervision until eventually, the choice will be made for him out of necessity to breed with you." "That doesn't answer my question." I spoke shortly as my altered biochemistry compelled me to be specifically gentil towards the human boy. "That's good, now soak his hair in this." The shaman handed me a bowl of mild soap water that I was to cleanse the human's fur with. "I don't have the answer you seek Kor. Most likely, the boy will never be able to return to the surface without constant medical attention. The humans are unfamiliar with the Draconian life that we have brought here with us, and there's no way that they could handle something as medically involving as Lust water exposure." The shaman moved from his microscope again to examine some dusty viles he kept on a shelf nearby. "That's good," The shaman affirmed. "Now clean yourself and after you've dried off, lather both of your bodies with this oil. I must go speak to General Datrin about our newest resident here under the mountain." The shaman began to walk out from the room as he pointed to some fresh clothing nearby. "You may dress yourselves in those linens when you've finished." "Thank you Carrine." I acknowledged the shaman's services that he had provided. "Your understanding is most appreciated." "What do the humans say?" Carrine paused briefly to find his words. "We're not out of the woods yet." With his lurching chuckles, Carrine left the room to me and I supposed my soon to be one day mate. What had I gotten myself into? All I wanted was to keep the boy from dying. I hadn't expected that he would have fallen into the worm's milk, and I was deeply upset that he was already beginning to imprint on me of all people. Perhaps worst of all, due to my own altered mental status albeit as temporary as it is, was the fact that somewhere in my own mind I was feeling a similar affliction towards the frail human boy.