---Hào’s perspective---
“Fuck, Winter! It’s about time!” I chuckle, checking us into the locker to return our sidearms.
The red eyed, blank faced Longi follows me in and quietly answers “I was too embarrassed to be the one to bring it up… Ọba didn’t want to put me in an awkward position if I didn’t feel the same.”
“Mmm! Sounds rough!… Still! Glad it worked out in the end!” I say, dropping the mag and racking the slide to clear the chamber.
It must be tough being a Longi!
Someone who didn’t already know would never be able to guess that her lineage and my ethnicity both have our roots in the same part of Earth!
For whatever reason, conditions in prehistoric East Asia seem to have made every last one of them inscrutably stoic! If you want to know if they hate you down to their bones or if their soul is tied and dreams haunted by you, neither their face or voice will tell you(!)
Then again, as my failed marriage will attest, being straight hearted and quick tongued isn’t exactly a guarantee of success in love…(!)
You both might get juuust far enough into a relationship to realise you each mainly liked the other for their body that it’s too late for a clean split!
Still… I got Xīnbèi and Yuányún out of the deal… I’d not take the do-over if you offered it!
Guns and ammo stowed, we exit the locker and head down the hall to Armour.
Just as we cross the threshold, she asks “What about you?” in a flat tone that would be near impossible to make sense of in my language… like someone who only knew how to make one vowel sound(!)
“What about me?” I ask, summoning my mannequin from the wall and starting to unhitch my cuirass.
“The Kobold girl?” she clarifies.
“‘Gothor’, Winter! We may be knocking off right now but that’s a bad habit to get into in our line of work…” I correct, going into ‘stern superior mode’ for a second “…and, no, nothing’s going on with Hriko… nor do I think it’s at all likely to!”
“You flirt a lot.” she answers, laconically.
“She’s a flirtatious woman! Doesn’t mean anything. Doesn’t change the fact that, representing a neutral species, it’d be a huuuge conflict of interest for her!”
“She comes here a lot for a neutral.” Winter points out.
“Which might mean she’s personally coming around on us, even if her species isn’t… All the less reason to risk messing it all up by getting her fired for an improper tryst with a Terran!” I say, taking off my sabaton boots and placing them in front of the now fully armoured mannequin before sending it back into the wall and turning around.
“So, you’d say ‘no’ if she propositioned you then?” says Winter, also down to her liners.
The question stops me dead in my tracks as the mental image of the alluringly thicc little reptilian woman swims into my mind, making bedroom eyes at me.
Winter opens her mouth but, before she says anything, I raise a finger to say “I’m thinking about it!”
---Hriko’s perspective---
My hearts are *thu-thump*ing in my chest, hiding in this bathroom stall in the residential building at the ODR.
I’m really doing this!
It’s thrilling how utterly bad I’m being right now!
It’s like a trashy erotica!
The charming warrior from the species of sexy, deathworld, mammalian hunks and the seductive, fashionable and oh-so-magnetic envoy of the Gothor, graced with beauty and elegance that transcend mere mortal comprehension, knowing it’s wrong but can’t help herself but to be seduced by him!
Oh I can’t wait!
I’ve already been here [45mins] and I’m getting antsy!
Surely, any moment now…?
*Pururururiiing* is the sound my holo makes to let me know it’s time.
I withdraw my disguise and pull it over my head, completely obscuring my identity and even my species!
Before I put the hood up, I activate the voice changer app and tuck my holo under my choker, against my throat.
I pull the sheer cloth mask over my beak to obscure my face
Now, he’ll be none the wiser as to my identity until the moment I reveal myself!
I’m sure his surprise will swiftly transition to that famous Terran lust(!)
Without anyone else around to be behaving for and with a woman as fine as myself on offer to him, he won’t be able to help himself but to seize me up and do everything he’s been intimating he wants to since we first met!
I’m counting on it in fact!
“Hello…?” I test, finding my voice completely unrecognisable through the distorted digitisation my holo is applying.
Satisfied I won’t be identified by anyone I run into, I unlock the stall and hurry over to the bathroom door.
I’m about [3m] from it (too early for it to have detected my intention to go through) when it slides open, causing me to emit a roboticised squeak of surprise.
Through the door steps a muscular Terran, about [40cm] taller than me, in skin tight clothes, an intricate design I haven’t seen before scored around the bare flesh of her left biceps, and an unreadable face.
The Longi woman I recognise as Chén’s partner turns her bright scarlet eyes to my mask.
I freeze in place, staring back at her, my hearts pounding as I wait for her to make her next move.
She’s a security officer! Is she going to demand I explain the reason I’m wearing a disguise in the ODR? Run forward and arrest me for it!? Am I going to be thrown in a cell and asked to explain what I’m doing here?!?!?! Am I going to be sent home in disgrace for hot, steamy, Terran sex I never even succeeded in having?!
Her Terran [Vampire] eyes flick down my body and back up.
Her body twitches as she makes a very brief noise through her nose that sounds like *snrk* but, otherwise, doesn’t react at all before striding past me and wishing me “Good evening, Miss.” in a flat tone.
“And… good evening to you, stranger!” I wish her back in my altered voice.
Another *snrrrk* is all the answer to that that she gives.
I step out and, slightly incredulously, turn to watch as the bathroom door slides closed behind me.
I hold one more moment before glee overcomes me and I have to do a happy little dance, my six long toes bunching up as I lift them and splaying out as they come back down.
She didn’t recognise me at all!
---Hào’s perspective---
I sit on my balcony, enjoying having the weight off my feet after my shift.
I take a deep breath of the twilit night air as I look up to admire the way my Chinese fringetree frames the purple sky, thick with bright stars.
Letting my mind go blank, I experience a prolonged moment of simple, contented peace…
Then, that moment is interrupted by the image of a cute, beaky, sandy orange scaled face, flanked by two curved horns with another pair of shorter, straighter ones jutting from the skull above it.
‘Officer Chén…’ murmurs my mental image of Representative Hriko ‘…I need you… No one else will do! Please… make love to me…’
Her gloved hands slide down the sides of her relatively tiny upper body to pass over her hips (about as curvaceous as a yoga ball(!))
I start back from my doze and smack my own face to punish myself for not having shut down that fantasy quicker.
The woman is off limits! It’s one thing to make half true half false flirts with her but actually asking her out risks becoming a fucking diplomatic incident!
If the headline ‘Terran ODR Guard Scandalously Propositions Gothor Representative’ hits news sites, I lose my job!
I like my job!
Unless and until there’s another War (not that that’s something I’m rooting for(!)), it’s also the only thing I’m good at!
That’s not even to mention the way it’d set our relationship with her species back… and probably hurt our reputation more broadly too!
She’s just flirty!
We flirt!
That’s our thing… and that will stay our thing… that and nothing more!
It’s…!
*Bing-booong* comes the chime from out of my open balcony door, cutting my mental thread.
I turn my head to look through the window into my apartment, frowning.
Is that Winter?
I was just with her 10 minutes ago!
Did she remember something else she wanted to tell me about her new boyfriend and couldn’t wait till our next shift? That doesn’t sound like her!
I stand from the bench and walk across my garden to the door, waving it closed behind me as I step back inside.
I walk past the picture of me, Bruy, Xīnbèi and Yuányún, then past my plasmajiàn and frame (both long decommissioned) on the wall, past the short corridor leading to the bathroom on my right then the work surface that marks the outer edge of my kitchen on my left, a decorative vase of bullrushes on top of it.
I step into my entry hallway and approach my front door, a feeling of unease building in my gut.
I wave it open and, where I expect to see a pair of scarlet eyes staring blankly back at me, I see only empty space.
I look down to see the figure who rang my doorbell.
Their face is obscured by a tight, dark cloth mask that they’ll be able to see me through but prevents me from making out more than the shape of a beak.
The rest of their head is shrouded in a wide hood, the contours of two recurved horns on the sides and the fabric raised to two peaks on the top.
Their torso is swamped in the same rich, velvety blue fabric as the hood but it’s completely unable to disguise the distinctive bellshape of their body, the overwhelming majority of their mass falling below their waist.
The outfit is trimmed in metallic blue material and the loose sleeves end in a pair of blue gloves.
The robe they’re wearing as a ‘disguise’ ends about 5cm from the floor and, beneath it, I can see six dinosaur claws, painted in a glossy metallic blue to match the rest of their outfit.
“Greetings, Officer Chén… may I come inside?” says the figure in modulated but completely recognisable Gothor.
---Hriko’s perspective---
The wiry Terran, like his subordinate, has body art I’m seeing for the first time but, unlike her, on both of his arms.
His eyes go wide as he pokes his head from the entrance to look left and right along the corridor.
Standing aside, he raises a hand to wave me in.
Well… that was easy!
I really expected to have to do a lot more convincing before he would agree to let an apparent stranger into his home!
The door shuts and I turn around to see him fiddling with the panel… I watch as the enormous window between his lounge and balcony is turned from two way to one way to completely opaque and, then, as he puts the privacy field up!
What a scandalous, womanising libertine!
He doesn’t even know who I am or why I’ve come here and he’s already making the necessary preparations!
I mean… as exciting as it is that he’s apparently willing to jump into bed with any stranger who calls at his door, I must also confess it to be slightly disappointing… It makes me feel much less special… not to mention a bit jealous…
He ushers me past his kitchen to the lounge area with the now completely opaque window at its back.
“Take a seat.” he instructs, not using the tone I’d expect from a Terran about to make love to the one he’s speaking to.
Maybe the porn I’ve watched has been misrepresenting how they do things for some reason?
I sit on the couch with what I recognise as a decommissioned Terran [aeroframe] hung on the wall, to my left, beside a picture of the man with a grey eyed, light brown skinned, Terran woman with rounded facial features, a full figure and very wide hips.
In front of them are two children, one brown eyed, one grey and both obviously theirs.
I didn’t know he’d been an Airborne… nor that he was a father.
I would guess his marriage to that Denisovan woman must not have been able to withstand his apparent habit of jumping into bed with any who rang their doorbell(!)
Rather than seating himself next to me to initiate things, he crosses to the far side of the coffee table and perches at the edge of a single seater.
The look on his face makes me realise I misread his intentions before he speaks.
“What’s happening, Representative? Why are you here? You’re not in trouble, are you?” he asks, his tone grave.
I’m dumbstruck for some long moments.
Did he really just…?!
I collect myself enough to ask “You… you think you know who I am, do you?”
“Yes, Representative, I know it’s you.” he states, simply “Your disguise doesn’t hide the shape of your horns, the shape of your beak, the shape of your body, your height, your tetradactyly, your toes, the fact that you’re speaking Gothor and, by being so very cutting edge of fashion, actually advertises that it has to be you under there… Next time you need to wear a disguise, I’d suggest a different approach.”
“It could be another fashionable Gothor?” I suggest, slightly put out.
“I don’t know any other fashionable Gothor, Representative… Now… are you going to tell me what this is about? I assume it can’t be anything too terrible if you have time to play dumb about whether you’re you or not?”
I sigh and reach to my mask.
---Hào’s perspective---
The little gardenworlder reaches up to the stretchy dark fabric covering her face.
She pulls it down, revealing a friendshaped, beaky, reptilian head with sandy orange scales, about 2% of them darker, giving the impression of freckles.
Her eyes have golden sclera and rich reddish maroon irides.
She drops the hood, allowing me to see that her forehead, scalp and horns are covered in shiny blue make up to complement the outfit she wears, her periocular flesh painted in a darker eyeshadow.
She takes her holo out from where it was tucked against her throat, under her royal blue metal choker.
“You ruined it…” she smiles, resigned “…I had it aaall planned out; I’d show up in disguise and talk my way into your apartment and you wouldn’t know who I was, then, I’d reveal myself(!) You just had to go and ruin my plans by being a perceptive deathworlder, Chén(!)”
Wryly, I cock an eyebrow and state “It really didn’t take that much perception, though I’m flattered you think I’m worth any amount of cloak and dagger(!) I’m mainly glad you’re not here because you need protection!”
“No, no!” she objects “Your subordinate didn’t know who I was!”
“Winter saw you?”
“Indeed… and she didn’t have any idea it was me!”
Sceptically, I ask “How close was she to you? Did she look at you or in any other way react to you?”
She frowns “Well, we were about [3m] apart and she stopped to look at me but then she just made this kind of nasal grinding noise and walked past me… She called me ‘Miss’ instead of ‘Representative’ so she definitely didn’t know who I was!”
“She knew who you were, Representative.” I state “She would have arrested you for wearing an unsanctioned disguise in the ODR if she hadn’t known exactly who you were. That snort was the closest she comes to laughing.”
“But…!” she objects, dismayed “…what about her not addressing me as ‘Representative’!”
“She was humouring you, Representative.” I explain.
The object of my inappropriate affections spends several long moments processing that with various shades of dismay passing across her adorable, made up face.
Finally, she gives another sigh and collapses back over where I know her chubby tail is, slumping against the seatback.
“How did you know where I live, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Lazily, she raises a gloved right hand over my shoulder, gesturing to the opaque window behind me.
“The tree.” she states, listlessly.
“The fringetree?” I clarify.
“Yeah… You mentioned it a few weeks ago… After that, I looked up a picture of it and made a few rounds of the barracks buildings to see any with balconies that had trees that looked like a good match for the galactopedia entry’s picture of chionanthus retusus… That let me narrow it down to this floor of this building… Then I just went around until I found the apartment with your nameplate on.”
“I see.” I state, relieved that we don’t have a leak to worry about, that Hriko isn’t stupid enough to have bought leaked ODR info from a databroker and impressed that she was able to do that much sleuthing to find my place! However, that does raise the question “And why did you want to come here so badly?”
She scowls and irritatedly answers “To have sex! Obviously!”
Flabbergasted by that, I spend several long moments opening and closing my mouth with no words escaping.
Finally, I manage “With… me…?”
“No(!) With the other handsome, mammalian, deathworld security guard who lives in this apartment and’s been flirting with me for months(!) Yes, obviously with you!… I was going to reveal myself and show you the sexy outfit I’m wearing and it was going to be so romantic that we’d be having sex before either of us knew what was happening!” she sulks.
“I see…” I say, buying myself time to think “…and how come you didn’t just ask me if you could come back to my place or if I could come to yours? Why this subterfuge?”
She rolls her snout in exasperation and answers “Because you’re always with at least Winter and I don’t want it getting out that I’m violating Gothor neutrality by having sex with a Terran!… Of course, she knows anyway now… if you’re right about her having seen through my disguise as easily as you did, that is!”
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“Winter knows better than to spread rumours, Representative. You don’t have to worry about that.” I reassure “She’s actually been rooting for us for some time, so I don’t think she’d ruin things by selling the story to a tabloid or telling anyone who would(!)”
That earns a heartachingly cute giggle from the little Gothor woman who’s orders of magnitude sexier than any being has any right to be!
I leave a long pause before “Do… do you think I could see the outfit?”
“Hmm?” she frowns.
“The outfit… You said you had a special outfit under that robe?… Could I see it, Representative?” I ask, my heart pounding and my breaths short.
A sultry smirk spreads across her face as she leans forward and narrows her eyes.
Holding up two of the four fingers of her gloved right hand she says “On two conditions.”
“What are they?” I say, managing not to choke on the lump in my throat.
“One) you have to say my name.”
“Alright… Hriko… so long as you call me ‘Hào’… And the other?”
She stands and slowly slinks her way around the coffee table, stopping in front of my chair.
Playfully, turning her little dinosaur beak to the side, she says “You have to take off my robe!”
---Hriko’s perspective---
Every part of the powerful, lithe body and handsome face before me is stock still… except the eyes.
In his frozen posture, his eyes flick from my face to the hem of my robe as he considers the invitation to undress me.
Finally, his curiosity (and/or his Terran lust) wins out and he stands.
I wordlessly reach my arms up in the air over my head.
A full [50cm] taller than me, he barely has to reach above his own shoulder level to grasp the flares of my sleeves.
Slowly and gently, he uses just enough of his enormous strength to pull the garment up over my head, plunging me into darkness.
My top is so loose that it begins to be pulled up as well, until my arms manage to get free and hold it down.
“Oh… Hriko! This is absolutely gorgeous!” he says as the bottom of the robe clears the top of my head, giving him an unobstructed view of the outfit I designed and tailored myself and which, due to that, is one of a kind and has never been seen by anyone else except me before!
Printed in the rich blue of the current season (I am still a slave to fashion, afterall(!)) but, beside that, it’s a bold Hriko original!
Around my shoulders, draping down to suggestively cover my flat chest (as if I might have mammaries there that I need to protect the modesty of) and adorned with six fist sized sapphire stars, is a slim mantle. It, my choker and my gloves are the only clothing I’m wearing above the waist.
Around my hips is an open fronted skirt, exposing my wide thighs and crotch, protected only by a pair of shimmering blue panties. The sides and back form a much longer train, shaped to fit around the base of my tail and designed to tantalisingly obscure what I suspect to be his favourite part of my body(!)
Breathlessly, the Terran man who’s more than a third taller than me stares down at my outfit.
I watch as his right hand extends to my beak, open in a grasp…
I’m just closing my eyes and preparing to let myself be taken for whatever the alluring deathworlder chooses to use me for when I see his hand pull back away.
My eyes snap open and I turn my face upward to look at his, demanding an explanation with my expression.
Speaking slowly and carefully, he says “I’m not going to insult you by asking if you really want this, Hriko. Even if you decided now that the risk to your reputation was too great… it’s a bit late… Just coming here has the potential for the same career ending consequences as coming here and doing what you meant to do… I won’t try to deny that I’ve fantasised about this moment… I want you Hriko… I definitely want you!”
“Then…?” I start, my hearts soaring.
“But…!” he cuts me off, causing me to plummet back down to earth “…I… I’m embarrassed to say that I can’t touch you just yet.”
Frowning quizzically, I turn my head 45° and ask “‘Yet’? Why not? What has to happen first?”
“Well… it’s just that I’ve been in armour all day… I was going to have a shower in a little bit but you caught me before that happened… Whatever organisms have been flourishing in the sweat I’ve been giving off are probably things you don’t want on you… Would you give me a few minutes to go and run under a decontamination field?” he explains, apologetically.
I stare back at him, incredulous, for several long moments.
Then I burst out laughing!
“*Hahahahahahahahahahahaha*! Terran…*hahahahaha*… ardour leaves…*hahahahahaha*… a little to be desired if…*hahahaha*… you still have room…*hahaha* in your brain…*hahahaha*… to worry about…*haha*…hygiene(!)” I say, hysterically “Go!…*hahem* Get clean… Then come back and ravish me(!)”
He smiles and raises his fist to his heart in a mock Terran salute.
“Yes, Ma’am(!)” he barks with a smirk before turning to my right to pass by his old War gear, mounted on his wall on his way to the bathroom.
He stops himself and turns around, raising an arm behind me.
“Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if your hungry, Hriko.” he beams.
I chuckle.
Such hospitality isn’t really what I had in mind when being wooed by a Terran(!)
I sort of imagined passion, force, I imagined worrying for my safety and, yes, those thoughts thrilled me!
Instead, I get considerate requests to be allowed to cleanse before proceedings and an invitation to help myself to his food…
Well, this is charming too… in its own way.
I am actually a little hungry, now I think of it.
I turn and, on the outer worksurface of his open plan kitchen, I notice them for the first time.
I’m transfixed.
Standing in a beautiful urn are many Terran green stalks and leaves… It’s not the greenery that’s caught my eyes.
At the ends of those stalks are long, cylindrical, brown fruits with rounded ends.
I don’t know their names.
They’re OK to have, right? He did say ‘anything in the kitchen’ and the kitchen is where they are…?
Gazing at those absolutely delicious looking fruits, the only thought in my head is… ‘Me want bite!’
---Hào’s perspective---
My hands are trembling and my heart pounding, like they only ever have a handful of times in my life, as I operate the shower controls.
Age 19, when I did the exam for my black sash in Xingyi, a few weeks after that, when I got my draft notice, the following year when a certain Pvt Flint pulled me into her tent for the first time, after the War when we got married, the call to let me know she was in labour with Xīnbèi… all those moments filled me with a similar thrill of apprehension as I have now, knowing who’s waiting in the lounge and what she’s waiting for!
It’s almost comical how many dire combat situations I’ve been able to keep a completely level head through, compared with the nerves I’m feeling now!
The decontamination field springs to life and my hands reach to the collar of my armour liner… then stop.
Unless I want to walk out of the shower buck arse naked, taking my clothes off to decontaminate them separately and then putting them back on is just going to waste time!
I step into the shower and feel as the field goes to work, cleansing my skin microbiome of anything potentially pathogenic or odoriferous.
It’s work is almost done when…
*Bang*
My head whips to the bathroom door.
That sounded like about the weight of a Gothor, hitting the ground hard!
I bolt from the shower and through the door, looking right and seeing Hriko, in her absolutely stunning outfit, lying on her back by my kitchen counter, her mouth filled with yellowy foam and her gloved hands vainly trying to claw at her throat.
Horrified, I’m across the room and knelt over her without any awareness of the decision or time it took me to get there!
Scanning the scene, I realise that the substance filling her mouth isn’t foam… it’s fluff… It almost looks like…
I spare a glance to the countertop and see a watersausage with a chunk of its highly compressed seeds bitten off!
Fucking hell, Hriko!
“Point to your diaphragm.” I order, forced calm in my voice.
The 0.5secs it takes her to comply feels like hours to me!
Finally, her right glove moves from her throat to point to the middle of her little potbelly, lower than a Human’s.
“I’m going to try the Heimlich Manoeuvre on you…” I say, grabbing her shoulders and lifting all (what feels like) 25kg of her up to my chest “…I’ll do my best to be gentle but it will probably be rougher than ideal. Do your best to keep your diaphragm relaxed for me.” With no time to explain the manoeuvre in any more detail.
Her tail gets in the way somewhat as I press her back into my front and knot both my hands across her stomach.
I wait until I feel the polykinetic alien muscles cease their expanding, contracting and twisting beneath my fingers and then…
*Thump* is the sound of her entire body being crushed into my front by the contraction of my arms.
I neither see the cloud of expelled bullrush seeds nor hear the reassuring coughing and rasping I would like… I repeat the action, slightly more forcefully, still careful not to do it hard enough to break her spine or rupture her organs.
*Thump**thump**THUMP*
The air finally bursts from her unclogged oesophagus, blasting a cloud of (thankfully sterilised) deathworld seeds to begin drifting down to my kitchen floor.
Relief washes over my body as I feel the scales move beneath my fingers and hear the hacking, wheezing coughs of someone who has just been saved from choking.
“Representative?! Are you alright!?… Talk to me, Hriko!” I demand, turning her around and extending my arms to perch her on the counter next to the offending cattail.
“*Hrrghm*’m…*cough*… fine!...*huff* Could’ve…used…*cough**cough*cough*… a warning, though(!)”
Apologetically, I say “Yeah… that’s my bad… I should’ve warned you about the cattails.”
Mostly recovered, she frowns “How are you *cough* meant to eat these things!? What I did was clearly not *cough**cough* the way!”
“Well… you aren’t, Hriko… They’re not food… There’s not really any good nutrition in them, at least when they’re mature like this, and, as you experienced, they expand rapidly on impact so they’re not that good for eating!”
Wincing in disbelief, she slowly turns her beak to me, her eyeshadowed and hooded eyes closed.
Whispering incredulously, she asks “Then why are they in your kitchen?!”
“Well… they… they’re decorative… I like the way they look…” I explain, sheepishly.
“And you like the way they act as a trap for any unsuspecting gardenworld guests, I suppose(?)” she smirks.
I shake my head “I’m really sorry, Hriko… Do you wanna maybe call things here for tonight and go and get chec-?”
“Absolutely not! You’re not putting me through nearly choking to death on your ‘decorations’, giving me a taste of what it feels like to be snatched up in the arms of a big, strong deathworlder and then getting away with sending me home unsatisfied(!)” she seductively extends her legs to grasp my knees in her dino toes, smirking “I expect you to make this little fumble of yours up to me by carrying me upstairs and giving me the most pleasurable night of my life(!)”
“*Heheh*…No pressure or anything(!)” I chuckle.
She performs a Gothor shrug equivalent and says “I find it’s best for a lady to be clear about what she wants… then she only has others to blame if those desires go unfulfilled(!)”
Laughing, I step forward, close enough to put my arms back around her, only for a caress instead of a violent, lifesaving medical intervention, this time.
---Hriko’s perspective---
My throat still tickling from the way the disgusting seedpod burst down it (hopefully not the only explosion of Terran seed that happens inside me tonight(!)), my back and stomach still bruised from what was necessary to save my life, I look up at the gorgeous, beakless primate as he draws close.
Allowing me to once again feel the heat of his flesh, he gently wraps his hands around me, pressing me into his front.
My beak opens as he brings his warm lips to the right side of my face and begins to cover it with a rain of kisses.
I reach up to wrap my arms around his shoulders and, in the same moment, he reaches his left hand down to slide it between my skirt and the countertop.
Keeping his right hand at my back, to press me into him, he scoops me up into a piggyfront carry.
The warmth of this large endotherm’s body as he cradles me in his arms feels absolutely worth the risk to my career!
Maybe, if I’m discovered and stripped of the Representativeship the way that insufferable Battan girl just was, I can just refuse the summons back to the cradle and come here to offer myself to him as a full time sex toy(!)
Sounds much more fun than all those interminable councils and all that bureaucracy(!)
My species really aren’t good at red tape! Guess I was just the least bad in the Gothor Syndicracy(!)
Maybe, while he was at work, I’d finally have time to devote myself to my real passion… spending [hours] per Citadel day just designing clothes! The prettiest ones I could make! For every species!
I sigh at the thought and only then register that we are ascending.
While I was daydreaming of a life as a sex-slave-cum-fashion-designer, he carried me to the bottom of the stairs(!)
Effortlessly, he supports my weight, kisses my face and neck and climbs the steps without any of those actions seeming to distract in the slightest from any of the others!
We reach the balcony and he turns right, then left, giving me a final view of the lounge and opaque window.
One more left turn and I’m facing a wall and hearing a door slide open behind me.
The wonderfully sexy, charming, charismatic Terran pulls me from his front as he walks us into what I assume is his darkened sleeping chamber.
Meeting my eyes, he sparkles “You asked to be ravished by a big, bad Terran, Hriko… You’re about to get what you wanted… You sure you won’t regret it(?)”
“I won’t!… Now shut up and [fuck] me!” I demand.
“*Heh*…As you wish!” he smirks… then drops me!
---Hào’s perspective---
Hriko shrieks as she falls from my arms onto my bed (the sheets thankfully run through a forge to get clean this morning, before work).
She lands and bounces, her sapphire festooned shawl top riding up to expose her scaly, nippleless, breastless chest.
Not that her lack of mammaries matters to me!
Breasts are merely a pale imitation of the buttocks… If asked if I’d rather have a copy or the original, naturally, I’d choose the original!… And, let me tell you, this little lady has. a. lot. of the original!
Without including hindbody segments, like the Vrakhand and Vk’unhz have (NO thanks! Entomophilia isn’t my dish!), Gothor have the fattest arses of any sapient!
For a bona fide arse man, such as myself, there could be nothing more appealing!
The door slides closed and the room is plunged into darkness.
“Lights: 25%” I order.
The lights come on and dimly reveal the shape of the bottomheavy woman on my bed.
“35%” I correct, wanting to see everything I’m about to do to her, while keeping the atmosphere sexy.
I reach down to grasp Hriko’s shawl and pull it over her head, careful not to let it catch on her horns.
The enormous jewels rattle against one another as I lift it up and drop it on my bedside cabinet.
“Hands.” I order, extending mine to her, palms up.
She hesitates a moment before reaching out and placing her gloved hands in mine.
I pinch the fabric over the ends of her fingers and begin pulling them away.
Her hands bare, I’m able to see she’s painted her fingerclaws with the same metallic blue nailpolish as her toeclaws.
I reach to her neck and unfasten her choker, pulling it away and placing it on top of the shawl with the gloves.
Now completely topless in a way that really highlights the disproportion between her upper and lower bodies, Hriko scoots up the bed, looking a little nervous.
I kneel on the mattress and follow, my frame utterly dwarfing hers as I use my limbs to cage her beneath me.
Lifting a hand, I drag the fingertips from her clavicle, down her chest, over her adorable potbelly and to the top of her open fronted skirt, just above her gorgeous, glimmering blue panties.
I pinch the top and bottom of the belt buckle between my thumb and forefinger, confirming it to be a quick release as it unclips and falls away, exposing her impossibly curvaceous hips!
Her pelvis is easily twice the width of her shoulders and each thigh is so thicc I could fit my whole head inside a cast of one!
Fuck! I need to be out of these liners 5 minutes ago(!)
My hand withdraws from her pelvis and goes to my collar.
I straighten up as I unzip my front and work myself out of the tight fitting onepiece, trying not to seem as desperate as I am.
Both now clad only in our drawers, I collect my liner and her skirt and remove them from the bed.
I consider asking her who she wants to be the first to get fully nude…
…Then, I decide she’s getting nude first!
She wanted to be ravished, ravishers take what they want and don’t bother to check if the ravishee is cool with it(!)
My hands reach to the wings of her metallic cloth panties and start to work them over the curves of those impossible thighs.
Her feet bunch up to let her fancy undies pass completely off of her and be cast over with the rest of our clothes.
I reach forward and grasp her fetlocks, just above her dewclaws.
One leg clamped in each hand, I spread my arms to open those thighs.
What I see does not surprise me… a single opening, located almost precisely at the midpoint between the bases of both legs and her chubby tail.
Yes, I looked up Gothor reproductive anatomy after I became aware of them… but before meeting Hriko!
No, I wasn’t proud of it at the time and almost definitely would have been too ashamed to do it if I’d actually known any of them back then!
However, right now I’m very glad I did!
I think, if I hadn’t known her species was cloacal, the surprise and confusion I reacted with probably would’ve come across as ‘dismay’… which might’ve killed the mood a bit(!)
My research also armed me with the knowledge that male Gothor have penises… not too much smaller or differently shape to Humans’!
First things first, though! That arse needs my face in it!
---Hriko’s perspective---
*Eeeep* I shriek as I’m yanked back up off the bed by the powerful, ink etched arms of the wiry Terran.
He swings me around so that, though upside down, my front faces his.
*Oof* I gasp as my bruised belly is squashed against his warm chest.
My legs splay in the air and I feel his hot breath on my undercarriage, his burning cheeks pushing their way between my thighs.
I moan and squirm involuntarily at the strange (but extremely pleasant) sensation of hot, wet, mammalian lips meeting my sex but he holds me fast against himself, not dropping me.
This feeling is completely unlike that of any of the sex toys I own or have ever had used on me!
His forehead warms the base of my tail and his mobile lips writhe against my opening as the tongue slips between them (and into me) to explore all three sections of my cloacal chamber (making me very glad of the special care I took to clean down there earlier(!))
I feel the ludicrously powerful jaws opening and closing against my flesh as Hào makes as if eating me from the bottom up(!)
It’s only at this point that I become conscious of where my face is… or, rather, what it’s next to!
Gleefully, I bring my hands up to the hem of his final garment and push the simple, utilitarian briefs (charming in their own way, not that I’d ever design anything like them!) away from his toned stomach and down his legs.
“Oh!” I exclaim as what they contained lunges forward to impact my face!
I feel my entire body judder as the one holding me upside down and burying his face between my thighs and tail chuckles at what he’s just felt happen down here.
Ignoring him laughing at my expense, I take a moment to admire the mammalian sex organ.
It’s much larger than any Gothor’s that I’ve ever slept with, though it doesn’t have quite the girth typical of Terran porn stars.
Of course, without lips, I’m unable to stimulate him orally the way I’ve see in those pornos either!
But… I can always try doing it the way I’d do a partner of my own species, right?
I decide to go for it, opening my beak to gently clamp his member in it, my bottom jaw against its top side and vice versa.
My tongue juts forward and meets his tip.
I taste him… he’s salty and umamiish… It’s quite pleasant!
I begin circling him with my tongue which… he seems to enjoy… or at least not hate enough to stop me!
This position, naked, upside down, clamped to the rock hard chest of a naked Officer Hào ‘Wing’ Chén with his sex in my mouth and his mouth in mine… Well, I didn’t imagine this would be part of proceedings but I’m very happy it is!
He’s much more adept at stimulating me than I seem to be at stimulating him!
He seems to be pouring pleasure into me… like water into a cup! Any second now, I’m going to overflow!
*Hrrk* I squeak, as a light orgasm bursts out from the place the man’s mouth is touching me.
He chortles and tilts his body forward, releasing his arms and allowing me to drop back to the bed.
His manhood is irresistibly pulled from my beak by the fall, despite my not being anywhere near done with it!
---Hào’s perspective---
I manage to get my hands down, onto the upward horns on top of her head, fast enough to stop them pivoting to stab me in the legs or balls as she falls.
A good thing, since that possibility hadn’t occurred to me until after I’d already let her go!
She *flump*s back to the mattress, her large, wide, gold+maroon eyes staring up at me from her chubby, friendshaped face.
“Roll over and turn around…” I instruct.
Reluctantly, she takes her eyes off my cock and rolls onto her front, shuffling around to present her gigantic rear to me, plump tail raising in invitation.
Fucking hell, that’s a lot of arse!
I grasp her hips and pull her back against my pelvis, cock pressing between her cheeks, perpendicular to the direction it would need to be for penetration.
I massage the ample, scaly, sand coloured flesh of her backside, relishing in what I’m about to get to do.
“C-” she starts before stopping just as abruptly.
“Something to say?” I invite, an evil grin on my face.
A moment more’s hesitation before “Call me a slut!”
I chuckle inaudibly before indulging “You’re a slut, Representative(!)”
She shudders in clear pleasure. Then “Call me a whore!”
“You’re… a… whore, Hriko!” I smile with sadistic glee.
“Tell me I’m a bad girl! Tell me I shouldn’t be representing my species! Tell me you think I’d make a better sex toy for you! Tell me you’re going to punish me!” she demands, greedily.
“Well… let’s see, shall we?…” I pretend to consider, pushing my hands through the malleable flesh of her backside, around her tail, over her lower back, across her shoulderblades and then seizing her horns, forcing her head back (not so forcefully that there’s any risk of me snapping her neck!)
Meeting her eyes over the top of her brow, I ask “Are you a bad girl… I wonder…?”
She says nothing, her pupils just twitching, right to left then back, almost imperceptibly.
I release her right horn and clap my right hand into her right arsecheek.
She yelps in surprise.
“Yeah… I’d say you are!… A bad, bad girl!… Are you more fit to be a Representative to Parliament… or a sex toy to me?”
She closes her eyes and gives a desperate little moan.
“Mmm! Yes! I’d say you’ll be better as a toy! Afterall, what kind of Representative betrays her people just for a bit of hot dick?!” I say, grinding my pelvis into hers “And… what was the last one(?)… Ah, yes! Am I going to punish you? Well, that one I don’t need to think about! The answer is obviously ‘yes’! After all, you’re a bad girl and, if there’s one thing a big, scary Terran can’t abide, it’s a bad girl who is yet to be punished!… Now…take what you deserve…”
I pull my hips back from hers until I have enough space to line myself up horizontally.
“…Take my punishment!”
I thrust forward, burying my length inside her.
Of course, the rotundness of her cheeks would keep me from going all the way in, even if her actual depth didn’t(!)
She seems to be more than happy with what I am able to give her, though(!)
She makes a wonderful song of her amorous moaning, whining and alien chirruping!
The way the ripples propagate through her phat arse with each impact is absolutely inspiring! It’s unreal!
Fuck!
I can’t believe how long I denied myself, now I know how amazing this actually is!
If I get sacked for improper fraternisation, I’ll consider it a price well worth paying for the sublime booty I’m currently enjoying!
Fucking a beautiful woman with a giant arse is far more addicting than any drug I’ve ever tried!
I’m liable to catch feelings if I’m not careful(!)
Then again… might be too late for that!
Watching the way this vibrant, vivacious, gorgeous little xeno lady reacts to what I’m doing to her, I realise it’s already far too late!
I’m not gonna be happy with a one and done! I need more of this! More of her!!!
I’m not gonna be happy with keeping it casual! She needs to be mine!
I don’t really have a choice but to be happy with keeping it secret (at least for the immediate future) but I really want to be able to tell the whole galaxy ‘Representative Hriko of the Gothor is now Hào ‘Wing’ Chén’s woman! Keep your hands off her!’
I know those thoughts are ridiculous but they excite me so much that I get a little overvigorous for a moment!
I need to get myself back under control so I don’t hurt her.
The slower I go, the more time I’ll have to watch those ripples spread through her backside, the more time I’ll have to hear her moan, the more time I’ll have to enjoy my (temporary, I know) possession of everything this woman is!
Of course, just as the mantis cannot stop the chariot with its arms, I’m powerless to hold back what’s coming.
I reach my left hand forward to grab her left recurve horn and bring my right to wrap around the base of her tail, squashing her into my front as much as I’m able, to get as deep as I possibly can.
Pleasure hits me like a falling mountain as I explode inside of her!
Our screams mingle as the ecstasy grips us.
Once it has subsided, I release my grip.
The large posterior I’ve just made mine slowly slides forward, off my dick, as the woman its attached to collapses to my bed.
---Hriko’s perspective---
My throat and the bottom of my beak rest on the warm, bare flesh of Hào’s upper chest, my eyes looking up at his face, my body bruised both from the early instance of Terran medical violence and the subsequent [fuck]… the best of my life, as requested.
His eyes are closed but his endothermic hands are still idly massaging the flesh of my backside beneath the covers, so I know he’s still awake.
“What now…?” I ask, apprehensively.
Without opening his eyes, he starts “Well… I’m definitely interested in keeping on doing this, so…”
“Yes! Obviously we both want to keep doing this!” I sigh, nipping the bottom of his chin for the suggestion that he might not have wanted to “What I mean is how are we going to keep doing this when I represent a species on the wrong side of neutral from yours?!”
Before, the thought of conducting a whole clandestine relationship, sneaking out of engagements at Parliament or my embassy to go and meet with my Terran loverman felt so exhilarating… Now, somehow, the thought of having to do that seems… sad…
Consideringly, he answers “Well, the way I see it, you’ve got three options…”
“And what are they…?” I ask, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.
“Well… Number One) We just keep doing what we did tonight and hope we don’t get caught…”
“Number Two?” I prompt, pouting.
“Well, that would be that you just disclaim to everyone relevant at your embassy, your Gothor Resources department, that you’ve started seeing a Terran but won’t let it interfere with your work.”
“Hmmm…” I grumble “…and my last option?”
“Well… that’d be to preemptively quit Representativeship to become a free agent, then applying to work with the ODR (which, let’s be real, they’d immediately accept!) and, eventually, moving in with me… but I can’t say I’d recommend that one on the strength of a relationship that’s only just started… Maybe save that for after we’ve looked at how this relationship walks first? Wouldn’t want you to throw away your job for a relationship that turns out to be a stone thrown into water in a month or two!”
“Hmph… So, carry on in secret or throw myself on the mercy of my peers then?”
“Well… yeah… the only other option (though it’s another longterm one) would be changing your entire species’ disposition to mine until us seeing eachother isn’t a problem anymore…?”
“Riiight…(!) I’ll get right on that(!)” I answer, frustratedly.
He raises his shoulders (pleasantly pulling my buttocks up a tiny bit with the action) and says “Yeah… I know it’s a tall order… I know the Syndicracy are still generally wary of the sheer power of the UTC and the way we’ve changed almost literally everything by our entry into the galaxy but… well… if that’s ever going to change, it’s going to take you and Gothor like you to make it change.”
I giggle at that.
“I really envy you Terrans, you know Hào? Life must be so simple for you when you can just see something you don’t like about society or the universe and resolve ‘Well! That’s got to change!’(!)”
“Yeah, yeah… it’s naïve, I know.” he answers.
Nipping the (Sapiens Human peculiar) point of his chin again, more playfully this time, I say “No… it’s inspiring… perhaps we can discuss some more concrete ideas when you make me breakfast(!)”
He laughs at my intentional show of presumption before asking “Sure… jiānbing OK? Unless you want to take a second crack at those cattails(!)”
Ignoring the dig and not really understanding my translators explanation of what he was offering, I ask “What are they?”
“Jiānbing? They’re a kind of Chinese crêpe… Pancakes…”