The chamber's humid air pressed against bare skin, slick stone walls sweating in the dim amber light. A low mechanical hum vibrated through the metal table beneath him, and Alex lay curled on his side, his body still humming with the memory of Zarven's hands, Zarven's cock, Zarven's voice calling him Daddy's boy as he drifted toward sleep.
Samantha lay beside him, her breath warm against his shoulder. Their fingers had found each other in the dark at some point—he didn't remember when—and now they were tangled, her thumb tracing lazy circles across his knuckles. He should pull away. He didn't. He couldn't remember why that mattered anymore.
Sleep came like a wave, dragging him under before he could find the edge of it.
When he woke, the amber light had shifted to a softer gold, and the hum of the ship had changed pitch. Morning. Or whatever passed for morning here. Samantha was already awake, her hazel eyes fixed on the door, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
"They'll come," Alex said. His voice was hoarse, still rough from Zarven's cock.
"I know." She didn't look at him. "I just—"
"Yeah."
They waited.
The door slid open without a sound.
Zarven stood in the threshold, his bronze skin catching the light, his obsidian hair falling in waves past his shoulders. He wore nothing but a loose wrap around his hips, and his amber eyes found Alex immediately, softening with something that made Alex's chest ache.
"Little one." Zarven's voice was warm gravel. "You're awake."
Alex sat up, the silk sheet pooling around his waist. "Daddy."
Zarven's smile was slow, dangerous, and tender. "Come. There's something I want to show you."
Alex didn't hesitate. He stood, letting the sheet fall, and crossed to Zarven naked. Samantha rose behind him, her bare feet padding against the stone floor.
"Mommy?" she asked, her voice small.
"Vaelith is preparing the chamber," Zarven said. He extended a hand to Samantha. "You'll join us, little one. Both of you."
Samantha took his hand, and Zarven led them into the corridor.
The age regression chamber was much like their sleeping quarters—the same smooth stone walls, the same amber light—but where the bathroom should have been, a wide pool sat sunk into the floor. It was filled with a thick, translucent gel that glowed faintly, shifting with colors that didn't have names. The air smelled of salt and something metallic, and the hum here was deeper, a thrum that vibrated through Alex's bones.
Vaelith stood beside the pool, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, her galaxy eyes fixed on the twins with that patient, knowing gaze. She wore nothing, her full breasts bare, her cock half-hard and resting against her thigh. The sight of her sent a familiar ache through Samantha's body—Alex could feel it, a warmth radiating from his sister, a hunger he understood now.
"Alex." Zarven's hand settled on his shoulder, turning him to face the pool. "Do you remember what you asked? In the sleeping chamber? Before we came here?"
Alex's throat tightened. He remembered. I want you to have taken me younger, Daddy. Before I knew what any of it meant. Before I learned to hate it.
"Yes." His voice cracked.
Zarven stepped closer, his body a wall of heat against Alex's back. "This gel can regress your body. Turn back time. The longer you submerge, the younger you emerge. Your mind stays—you'll remember everything, know everything, feel everything you feel now. But your body will become what it was."
Alex stared into the glowing gel. His reflection stared back, distorted by shifting light.
"You said you wanted to be taken younger." Zarven's voice dropped, intimate, a secret pressed against Alex's ear. "Now or never. How old, little one?"
Alex turned. Slowly. He looked up at Zarven—up at those amber eyes flecked with molten gold, at the sharp angles of his face, at the hunger barely contained beneath the patience—and felt something in his chest unlock.
"Daddy." He stepped forward, his hand finding Zarven's chest, feeling the steady thrum of his alien heart. "Daddy, I will take your cock as young as you want."
Zarven's breath caught. The sound was small, almost lost in the chamber's hum—but Alex heard it. He watched Zarven's cock harden, the ridges swelling, the length rising heavy and thick against his hip.
"Oh," Zarven breathed, and his voice was different now. Rougher. Thicker. "That would be very young, little one. Your body would change. Completely. You wouldn't recognize yourself."
"I don't care." Alex's hand slid down Zarven's chest, over his stomach, until his fingers brushed the base of that enormous cock. "I want to feel you inside me when I was small, Daddy. I want to remember what it's like to be taken before I knew what being taken meant."
Zarven's hand came up, cradling Alex's jaw, tilting his face upward. His thumb traced Alex's bottom lip, pressing gently, and Alex opened his mouth, letting Zarven's thumb slide inside. He sucked. His eyes stayed locked on Zarven's.
"Before you could even get hard," Zarven said, and it wasn't a question.
Alex pulled his mouth free. "Yes, Daddy."
Zarven's smile was a blade. "I'll pick the age." He released Alex's jaw and gestured toward the pool. "Submerge. All the way under. Stay until the gel becomes clear, and then rise."
Alex walked to the edge of the pool. The gel rippled, waiting.
"Alex." Samantha's voice, small and tight. He looked back. She stood beside Vaelith, her hand gripping Vaelith's arm, her hazel eyes wide. "Are you sure?"
He looked at her. The sister who'd been his enemy for eighteen years. The girl who'd watched him while he slept, who'd whispered Please as she came. The only other human on this ship full of monsters.
"I've never been more sure of anything." He turned back to the pool. "See you soon, Sammy."
He stepped in.
The gel was warm, thicker than water, and it closed around his legs with a gentle pressure. He kept walking until the gel reached his waist, his chest, his chin. He took one breath—deep, steady—and then lowered himself entirely.
The darkness swallowed him.
For a moment there was nothing. Just warmth. Just the pulse of his own blood in his ears. And then—
It started like a hum in his bones, a vibration that grew until it was a current, running through every inch of him. He felt his body shift. Not painfully. Not even unpleasantly. Like a hand smoothing out wrinkles in silk, an instinct pulling, reshaping, correcting. He felt his limbs grow lighter. His shoulders narrow. His bones soften, reduce, retreat.
He felt his cock shrink, the flesh growing smoother, smaller, retracting into the body of a boy who hadn't yet learned what desire was. His balls drew up, soft and small, a child's body that had never known a man's hunger. The sensation was strange—not painful, but disorienting, like waking up in a dream where gravity worked differently.
He didn't know how long he floated. Minutes. Hours. Time had no meaning in the warm dark. But eventually the gel began to thin, the pressure lessening, and he felt himself rising toward the surface.
He broke the surface with a gasp.
His voice was higher. Thinner. The air felt colder than he remembered. He blinked, the amber light too bright, and he saw hands gripping the edge of the pool—small hands. Freckled. Skinny wrists. A body that was no longer a teenager's but a child's, a boy caught somewhere between eleven and twelve, all elbows and knees and a thin chest that hadn't yet filled out.
He looked up.
Zarven towered above him. Loomed. Loomed was the only word for it—Alex had never felt small before, not like this, not next to this bronze giant whose hand was bigger than his whole head, whose cock was as thick as Alex's arm now, heavy and hard, the ridges catching the light.
Alex's breath stuttered.
"Look at you." Zarven's voice was barely a whisper, thick with awe. His hand reached down, cupping Alex's face, and Alex tilted his head into the touch. Zarven's palm covered his entire cheek, his fingers reaching past his ear, and the size of it—the ownership of it—made Alex's small body shiver. "My little boy. My perfect little boy."
"How old, Daddy?" Alex's voice was higher, thinner, a child's voice asking a question he didn't want the answer to.
"Eleven." Zarven's thumb traced his cheekbone. "Before you learned to hate. Before you knew what your body was for. Before you understood what any of it meant." His hand slid down, cupping Alex's jaw, tilting his face up. "Your body is eleven, little one. Your mind is still eighteen. You'll feel everything. Experience everything. And your body will react the way an eleven-year-old's body should—curious, innocent, soft."
Alex's eyes dropped to Zarven's cock. It was closer to his face now. So close. The smell of it—musk and salt and something deeper, something that made his small body twitch with a confusion he couldn't name. His body didn't know what this was. His mind did. The gap between them was a vertigo that made his head spin.
"You still want this?" Zarven asked. "If you want to stop, we stop."
Alex looked up at him. His eyes were the same sharp blue—that hadn't changed. His freckles were thicker now, scattered across his nose and cheeks. His hair was the same short blond. But he was small. So small.
"Yes, Daddy." His voice cracked, higher than he was used to. "I want to be your little boy."
Zarven's smile broke across his face like dawn. He bent—stooped, really—and scooped Alex out of the pool as if he weighed nothing. Alex was light in his arms, his legs dangling, his arms wrapping instinctively around Zarven's neck. The skin against his was warm, solid, and he pressed his face into Zarven's chest and breathed.
"You're so small," Zarven murmured, carrying him to the wide bed set against the far wall. "I could break you so easily, little one. Do you understand that?"
Alex nodded against his chest.
"Do you care?"
"No, Daddy."
Zarven laid him down on the bed, and the sheets swallowed him—they were too big, the bed too large, everything too large. Alex lay on his back, his legs apart, his small body exposed in the amber light. His cock was soft, small, smooth, a child's cock that had never known an erection. His thighs were thin, his hips narrow, his chest rising and falling too fast.
He looked at Zarven, standing beside the bed. At the cock that hung heavy between Zarven's legs. At the ridges, the veins, the length that was as long as Alex's forearm now.
He wanted it in his mouth so badly he ached.
"Come here, Daddy." His voice was a whisper, a child's plea. "Please. I want to suck you."
Zarven's hand found his hair—short blond strands slipping through his fingers—and he guided Alex to his knees on the bed. Alex's face was level with Zarven's cock now. The smell was overwhelming. The heat coming off it made his mouth water.
He leaned forward.
His tongue touched the tip. Salty. Warm. His small hand wrapped around the base, and his fingers didn't even close—they couldn't. The cock was too thick, too enormous in his child's grip. He licked again, tasting, exploring, his breath coming in short gasps against the sensitive flesh.
Zarven groaned above him, a deep sound that rumbled through Alex's bones. "Soft tongue. Such a soft tongue. You're so young, little one. Look at you. Barely tall enough to reach."
Alex opened his mouth. He took the head inside—just the head, just the tip—and his lips stretched wide, too wide, his jaw aching with the effort. It was too big. It was meant for an adult's mouth, not a boy's. But he wanted it anyway. He pushed forward, taking more, his throat straining, his eyes watering, and he felt Zarven's hand tighten in his hair.
"That's it," Zarven breathed. "Look at you. My little boy on his knees, sucking his father's cock. Such a good boy. My perfect little boy."
Alex moaned—a small, thin sound—and kept going. He couldn't take it all. Not even close. It filled his mouth and kept going, pressing against the back of his throat, and he gagged, pulled back, gasped for air. Saliva stretched from his lips to Zarven's cock in a thin, glistening string.
"Don't stop, little one. You're doing so well."
He didn't stop. He took it again, deeper this time, his throat convulsing around the invasion, his nose pressing against Zarven's skin. He couldn't breathe. He didn't care. His small body shook, his hands gripping Zarven's thighs, his mouth full and stretched and full.
Across the room, Samantha watched.
She stood beside Vaelith, her hand still gripping Vaelith's arm, her hazel eyes fixed on the bed. On her brother. On the boy he'd become, with a child's body and a man's hunger, sucking the cock of the bronze giant who owned them both.
Her breath came in shallow pants. Between her thighs, she was wet. So wet. She could feel it slick against her skin, a desperate ache that wouldn't stop.
"You want to touch yourself," Vaelith murmured, her voice a silken caress. "Don't you, little one?"
"Yes, Mommy." Samantha's voice was barely audible. "Please."
"Watch," Vaelith said. Her hand found Samantha's waist, pulling her closer. "Watch your brother. Watch what happens when you surrender completely."
Alex's mouth worked Zarven's cock, his head bobbing, his throat accepting what it could. His body was trembling so hard the bed shook. Tears streamed down his cheeks—from the stretch, from the overwhelm, from the sheer impossible rightness of being on his knees for his Daddy while his body was too small to know what it meant.
"Look at me, little one." Zarven's voice was ragged.
Alex looked up.
His blue eyes, wet and wide, met Zarven's amber gaze. Zarven's hand cradled the back of his head, fingers threading through his short blond hair, and the tenderness in that touch—the gentleness—made Alex sob around the cock in his mouth.
"My little boy," Zarven rasped. "My perfect, beautiful, innocent little boy. You're mine. Say it."
Alex pulled back, gasping, a trail of saliva connecting his lips to the tip of Zarven's cock. "I'm yours, Daddy." His voice was broken, high, a child's voice reciting a prayer. "I'm your little boy. Forever. I'll always be your little boy."
Samantha's hand trembled as she reached for the hem of her silk shift. Across the room, Alex knelt on the bed—her brother, but not her brother. A child's body, small and fragile, with Zarven's enormous cock still wet from his mouth. She watched him lick his lips, watched the tears still wet on his cheeks, watched the way his small hands gripped Zarven's thighs like he'd die if he let go.
Her shift pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it, naked, her platinum hair falling across her shoulders as she crossed the room on unsteady legs. The air was thick and warm, the amber light casting long shadows across the bed where Alex waited, where Zarven stood like a bronze god, where Vaelith watched from the corner with those galaxy eyes burning.
"Mommy," Samantha whispered, looking back at Vaelith. "Can I—"
"Yes, little one." Vaelith's voice was honey and starlight. "Go to your brother. Touch him. Learn him."
Samantha climbed onto the bed. The sheets swallowed her knees. She moved beside Alex, close enough to feel the heat coming off his small body, close enough to see the faint tremor in his shoulders.
He looked at her. His blue eyes, still wet, still wide, found hers. There was no resentment in them. No hatred. Only need—raw, bottomless, beautiful need.
"Sam," he breathed. His voice was higher now, a child's voice, but it was still him. Still her brother.
"Hey, Alex." She reached out, her fingers brushing his cheek. His skin was so soft. So young. "You okay?"
He nodded, leaning into her touch like a cat seeking warmth. "I'm Daddy's little boy."
"I know." She traced his jaw, his neck, the hollow of his throat. "I know you are."
Her hand moved lower, across his small chest, his flat stomach. His skin was smooth, hairless, perfect. She felt each rib beneath her fingers, the rapid flutter of his heartbeat. When her hand reached the space between his legs, he shivered.
His cock was soft. Small. A child's cock, barely two inches, resting in a nest of pale blond fuzz that was only just beginning to grow. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling its weight, its warmth, the impossible vulnerability of it.
"It's so small," she whispered, not meaning to say it aloud.
"I know." Alex's voice cracked. "Daddy said I was—before I could even—"
"Shh." She leaned down, her lips brushing his forehead. "It's okay. It's perfect. You're perfect."
She kissed his cheek. His nose. The corner of his mouth. He tasted like salt and Zarven's cum and something younger, something she couldn't name. She kissed his lips, soft and slow, and he opened for her, his small tongue meeting hers, and she felt him harden slightly against her hand—a partial response, a body learning what arousal meant.
"Look at you," Zarven murmured above them. His voice was thick with pleasure, with pride. "Your sister's mouth on yours. Your sister's hand on your little cock. How does that feel, little one?"
Alex pulled back from the kiss, gasping. "Good, Daddy. It feels so good."
"Then show her. Show her how grateful you are."
Samantha's hand moved between Alex's thighs, cupping his small testicles, feeling the soft skin of his perineum. He gasped, his hips twitching, and she smiled—a soft, wondering smile—before she lowered her head.
Her tongue touched the tip of his cock. He was barely half-hard now, a small pink bud emerging from its hood, and she licked it gently, tasting the clean salt of his skin. He moaned—a high, thin sound—and his hand found her hair, gripping weakly.
"S-Sam—"
"Let me," she whispered against him. "Let me take care of you."
She took him into her mouth. All of him. He was so small she could take him entirely, his tip pressing against the roof of her mouth, his shaft sliding across her tongue. She sucked softly, gently, her lips sealed around him, and she felt his whole body tremble.
"That's it," Zarven said. His hand found Alex's hair, stroking. "Your sister's mouth on your little cock. Sucking you like a good little boy. Do you like it?"
"Y-yes, Daddy." Alex's voice was breaking, tears streaming again. "I like it—I like it so much—"
Samantha pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She looked at him—really looked at him—and felt something crack open in her chest. This was her brother. Her enemy. The boy she'd hated for eighteen years. And now he was here, small and vulnerable and trusting, letting her touch him in ways she'd never imagined.
"Roll over," she whispered. "Let me see all of you."
He rolled onto his stomach, his small body pressing into the sheets. His back was narrow, his shoulder blades sharp, his spine a delicate ridge beneath pale skin. She traced it with her fingers, from his neck to the dip of his lower back, and he shivered.
"Spread your legs, little one," Zarven said. "Let your sister see your hole."
Alex obeyed immediately, his knees sliding apart, his small ass presented to her. His cheeks were pale, smooth, unmarked. Between them, his hole was a tiny pink star, untouched, innocent.
Samantha's breath caught. She leaned down, her lips brushing his sacrum, then lower. She kissed each cheek, then parted them with her thumbs and pressed her tongue against his entrance.
Alex cried out—a sharp, surprised sound—and his hips pushed back into her face. She licked him slowly, circling his rim, tasting the clean skin, feeling him clench and release beneath her tongue. He was so small, so tight, so completely hers in this moment.
"Does that feel good, son?" Zarven's voice was low, rumbling.
"Yes, Daddy—oh—yes—" Alex's voice was muffled against the sheets, his fingers gripping the fabric.
Samantha pushed her tongue inside him, just the tip, and he sobbed—a broken, beautiful sound—and she felt his small cock press against the sheets, hardening in tiny pulses. He was aroused. His child's body was learning what pleasure meant.
"Enough for now," Zarven said.
Samantha pulled back, her chin wet, her lips swollen. She looked up at Zarven, at the towering bronze figure whose cock still stood thick and ready, at the dark promise in his amber eyes.
"Daddy," she said, her voice a whisper. "I want—"
"What do you want, little one?"
She looked at Alex, at his small body trembling on the bed, at the wetness she'd left between his cheeks. "I want to watch him please you. I want to see how far he'll go."
Zarven's smile was slow and terrible and beautiful. "Then watch."
He reached down and lifted Alex from the bed, turning him around, setting him on his knees. Alex's face was flushed, his eyes dazed, his small cock half-hard and glistening. Zarven guided him to the edge of the bed and sat down, his legs spread, his cock jutting up between them.
"Come here, little one."
Alex crawled to him. Not walked—crawled, his hands and knees pressing into the sheets, his small body moving with desperate eagerness. He stopped between Zarven's thighs and looked up at him, his blue eyes shining.
"What do you want, Daddy?"
"I want you to worship me," Zarven said. "Every part of me. I want to know if there's anything you won't do for me. Start with my feet."
Alex didn't hesitate. He bent down, his lips finding Zarven's toes, his tongue tracing the ridges of his arch. He kissed each toe, sucked each one, his small hands gripping Zarven's ankles for balance. He moved up Zarven's foot, kissing the ankle, the shin, the knee, his mouth leaving wet trails on the bronze skin.
"Good boy," Zarven murmured. "Now my thighs. Show me how much you want to please me."
Alex kissed up Zarven's inner thigh, his tongue tracing the vein that ran toward his groin. He sucked the skin gently, leaving a faint red mark, then moved higher, his lips brushing Zarven's testicles.
"Open your mouth."
Alex obeyed. Zarven guided one of his testicles into Alex's mouth, and Alex closed his lips around it, sucking gently, his tongue pressing against the heavy weight. He moaned around it, his eyes closing, his hands gripping Zarven's hips.
"Now the other."
Alex switched, sucking Zarven's other testicle with the same reverence, the same hunger. When he was done, he looked up, his lips wet, his breath quick.
"What next, Daddy?"
Zarven's hand found the back of his head. "Turn around. Put your mouth on my ass."
Alex turned without a word, presenting his small body to Zarven's chest, his face pressed between Zarven's thighs from behind. Zarven lifted his hips, and Alex buried his face between Zarven's cheeks, his tongue finding the tight ring of muscle.
Samantha watched, her hand drifting between her own thighs. Across the room, Vaelith had pulled out her cock—long, pale, beautiful—and was stroking it slowly, her galaxy eyes fixed on her children.
"He has no limits," Vaelith breathed. "Look at him. Your brother has no limits."
"I know." Samantha's fingers found her clit, circling. "I know, Mommy."
Alex's tongue pushed into Zarven's ass, and Zarven groaned—a deep, satisfied sound—and his hand tightened in Alex's hair. "That's it, little one. Deeper. Taste your father."
Alex moaned against him, his tongue working, his small body shaking with the effort. He didn't stop. He licked and sucked and probed until Zarven's hole was wet and loose, until Zarven's cock was dripping pre-cum onto his own stomach.
"Enough." Zarven pulled Alex off, turning him around, lifting him onto his lap. Alex straddled him, his small thighs on either side of Zarven's massive ones, his soft cock pressing against Zarven's stomach. "Look at you. My little boy. Willing to do anything for his Daddy."
"Anything," Alex repeated, his voice hoarse. "I'll do anything you ask, Daddy. Always."
"Then suck my cock again. But this time—" Zarven's hand moved between them, wrapping around his own shaft, positioning it at Alex's lips. "—I want you to take it deeper. I want you to show your sister what a good little cocksucker you are."
Alex opened his mouth. Zarven fed his cock inside, slow and thick, and Alex's jaw stretched wide, his lips straining, his throat convulsing as the head pressed past his soft palate. He gagged immediately, his eyes watering, but he didn't pull back. He pushed forward, taking more, his small hands gripping Zarven's shoulders for support.
"Look at your sister," Zarven commanded.
Alex turned his head, his eyes finding Samantha's. She was watching him, her fingers buried in her pussy, her lips parted. He held her gaze as Zarven's cock slid deeper, as his throat opened to accept the invasion, as tears streamed down his cheeks.
"You're so beautiful," Samantha whispered. "Alex—you're so beautiful."
He couldn't answer. His mouth was full. But his eyes—his eyes said everything.
Zarven began to fuck his throat. Slow, deep strokes that pushed past the gag reflex, that made Alex's body shake and spasm. Alex took it. All of it. His small body surrendered completely, his throat a willing sheath for his father's cock, his hands clutching Zarven's thighs like lifelines.
"Such a good boy," Zarven rasped. "Such a perfect, obedient little boy. I'm going to fill your throat with my cum, and you're going to swallow every drop. Do you understand?"
Alex nodded as much as he could, a small movement against the cock in his throat.
"And then—" Zarven's voice dropped, a growl. "—I'm going to bend you over this bed and fuck you until you can't walk. Until you forget you ever had a body that wasn't mine."
Alex's eyes lit up. A desperate, hungry light. He pushed deeper onto Zarven's cock, taking it to the hilt, his nose pressed against Zarven's skin, and he held there. Choking. Full. Complete.
Across the room, Samantha's fingers moved faster. Vaelith's cock was slick and ready. And on the bed, in the amber light of the age regression chamber, Alex became what he was always meant to be: a boy with no limits, a son with no boundaries, a little one who would follow his father into any darkness.
And he smiled around Zarven's cock.