Two months later...
It was explained from beginning to end how Gabriel and company found themselves on Satyrs, seeking refuge in an old friend. Rey hadn't been to Earth in many years, so he was unaware of recent technological advancements and how that was tied to contact with the Daxut. He found it baffling and daring that the human government would try to revive an unknown-to-them alien race, and he was highly amused by their antics at first. Once the hired mercenaries, the subsequent abduction and the reasons that drove those actions were explained, his demeanor changed, and he thought it was just as fucked up as the other four found it. He also thought it was noble of them to defy the government's decision to carry out a straight up genocide, and didn't think the Daxut's behavior, while abhorrent, warranted such a severe response—their numbers were limited, and it wouldn't be difficult to apprehend them instead. After hearing it all from end-to-end, Rey went to work figuring out how to best house the fugitive group.
He was a very solitary man, and didn't really have much in the way of guest accommodations. Most of his space was occupied by a large multi-level greenhouse where he grew fruits and vegetables and hemp, which he then sold or traded as part of his income—he assured them that they wouldn't go hungry or sober, at the very least. When he heard of Temet's lipid-based diet, he arranged to have animal fat brought to the property immediately, along with the materials needed to build them their own beds to sleep on. He had rooms to give them—oddly shaped and small rooms that seemed more suitable to be closets, and likely were closets before Rey bought the place—but rooms nonetheless, and he invited them to stay for as long as they wanted to.
It was a lot to get used to, at first. The group decided that it was best if they didn't stray from Rey's property and it was better if they didn't go outside at all, lest they risk detection by a third party. They busied themselves by helping Rey with his gardening, indulging in the vast amount of content available to them on the internet, local and otherwise, and, of course—in the case of Nova and Gabriel—gratuitous amounts of sex as he steadily grew more pregnant. They generally kept it confined to the medbay of the Daxut vessel, since the setting was the most aesthetically appealing and realistic to them, and it was a little more isolated so they weren't subjecting their friends to the sounds of their antics.
Nova laid himself out on the long Daxut table with his legs spread wide, wide enough that Gabriel looked down at his mound with an amused but intensely aroused look when he turned back to face him, now naked himself.
"We haven't had a look inside here for a little bit," Gabriel said as he affectionately tapped Nova's large streaked belly. "And I want to see how wet I can make you without actually touching you..."
Nova grinned and squirmed when he traced his finger over his pubic area. "Have your way with me, daddy."
"Heh," Gabriel chuffed as he put his portable ultrasound unit down on the small counter nearby. He then found the metal-cuff restraints that the Daxut had stored onboard and affixed them to the corners of the table. "I just have to make sure you're not going to touch yourself either..."
"What makes you so sure I haven't already," Nova shot back as he began to finger himself.
Gabriel quickly finished restraining his left hand, then firmly grasped his other wrist and forced him to stop. He tried to resist, but Gabriel was stronger than he was, and he quickly overpowered him and cuffed his right hand, too.
"Naughty, naughty..." Gabriel tutted and wagged his finger at him. "You know I'm going to have to punish you."
"Yes..." Nova said through a sigh as he pulled his legs into the waiting restraints and closed them up.
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✅ Project SETI 3: Eve's Advent
FantascienzaNova and Gabriel barely make it to Earth with their lives. After informing the human government of the Daxut's true nature, they decide to terminate Project SETI and set out to 'neutralize' the Daxut race altogether. The group is branded as fugitive...