The fingers were scaly, rough, with claws at the end. Hux wasn't entierly sure how to use his tongue without getting cuts or chaffed. He settled on suckling them, letting the fingers suppress some of the noise bubbling up from the back of his throat. The creatures seemed more than pleased with his cooperation and rewarded him with plenty of gentle touches. There was a hand twisted in his hair, scratching and massaging his scalp with slow circles. He leaned into it as much as he could, loving the attention the often neglected area was receiving.

"Is this the pace you like, sweetheart?" asked the greenish snake on the left, who must have been the one touching his hair. Hux felt the other hands on him slow to match the slow and careful pace, taking time to be thorough with him. Hux moaned at the contact. He was used to rough, fast, efficient encouters. Not whatever this was.

"You got a pretty mouth," noted the other snake, "No fangs, no acid, no poison, just warm and wet."

It pulled its fingers out and Hux gasped, "W-wait…that isn't enough…y-you need oil."

"Oil?" asked the tentacle creature.

Hux nodded. He didn't like the idea of scales and claws inside him as it was, but only having saliva for lube would just make it worse, "I won't comply unless you at least use lubricant."

"Alright, any other rules we should know about?" asked the snake on his left, continuing to palm him slowly through his clothes.

Hux surpressed a groan as he thought about it. His clothing covered most of him, but his face would be visible. He could come up with excuses if he had a limp, say he crashed or his speeder gave him saddle sores. He quickly blurted out, "Not my face."

"That's easy enough. In fact you're an awfully accomodating critter, all things considered," said the snake on the right, "We'll get you that oil, now how about this fake skin?"

"Oil first," Hux insisted.

Hux felt half of the hands retract as the snake on his right left to retrieve some sort of lubricant. The tentacle creature, still toying with his nipples, slid up to his now unoccupied side. It started wrapping coils around him, almost shyly. Hux nearly melted at the feeling of the fibers rubbing over him gently. It was soft and gentle, nothing like quick sessions he'd had before that had been all about relief and nothing else.

"I always liked these…they're cute," said the creature shyly, swirling its tentacles around Hux's nipples, "And I mean it, I really think you're prettier than the ones in the holos."

It was flattering, but not enough to distract Hux as his crotch was once again rubbed and palmed. He whined at the sentation and ground against the hand. He snake chuckled to him, "You've got an audience sweetheart. Why not give them a better look?"

Hux couldn't recall the last time anyone had lifted him up and carried him. But the snake did, as if he was weightless, and deposited him on the table with his legs dangling over the side. From there Hux had a better vantage point to see all the beings who had stopped to look at him. He swallowed slightly before giving a marginally sarcastic, "Hello…"

"Hi," someone called back. A three fingered amphibious creature gave a little wave.

"There little fella, we've got your oil," said the greyish snake, slithering back and placing a bottle next to Hux on the table, "Now if you'd be so kind…"

Hux removed his shirt the rest of the way and kicked off his boots. He looked about before saying, "One more rule…no pictures or holos, if you don't mind."

Hux noticed nodding from the assembly as he wriggled out of his pants and sat naked for their observation.

He heard murmuring, which quickly became chatter as he was prodded and examined by curious and wanting creatures. They were fascinated by many things; his freckles, the little clear hairs on his arms, his navel and his nipples were especially admired. His legs were nudged apart to reveal his half hard cock, which was flushed pink. His pubic hair had been trimmed back for neatness, but it didn't stop the beings from curiously running their fingers through it. Hux moaned quietly, trying to contain himself as he was stroked and prodded all over.

"Aw, his little cheeks are pink. Isn't that just the sweetest thing."

"Sure is soft and warm. He'd be good company in winter."

"Alright sweetheart, lie back, let's see that tight little hole."

Hux was guided up the table and onto his back. He'd lost track of who was where and which limbs matched to which creature. There were too many now. He also lost track of his voice. He keened loudly as he felt several different hands stroking his cock. Some were soft, others were rough or rubbery or spongy. They also prodded his balls, gently squeezing or thumbing over them. He mewled at the thorough attention he was being given as his cock was admired.

"No barb on it."

"No knots or ridges either."

"So smooth and soft, must feel really good inside."

"Probably tastes good too."

Hux's eyes widened in time to see a long tongue shoot out and lick from the base to the tip and over the slit where precum was leaking. He heard a voice chuckling, "Yeah, this one's real sweet."

Hux flinched and whimpered slightly when he felt something slick against his entrance, "Alright darling, lets see how sweet you are inside."