---Ngngomg’s perspective---

---[2688 Terran Calendar/25 years BF]---

I’m yanked into the apartment by the nonconstricting tail of the Terran tie that I’ve taken to wearing these past few months.

Out of the polarised window wall, at the back of the lounge, is a stunning cityscape of Citadel’s Parliament District.

Skypiercers jut from the ground hear and there and flying craft, of every description, whizz along the skylanes.

The coast of a shallow sea is visible between the buildings, along with a hill, white with native vegetation.

This apartment is nicer than the one I have outside the compound, on the other side of the planet… but not by anywhere near as much as I expected! Given that this whole agency is at the GU’s expense, as part of the negotiated Peace settlement, I would have expected its residences to be positively palatial!… This is a relatively humble dwelling for such a pivotal member of the victorious side of a War!

The little woman, usually the model of calm composure, is, now, practically vibrating with excitement! Or at least, seems to be…?

“Kneel down!” she says in a mixture of request, invitation and order!

I get on my knees, bringing my lips to the level of her forehead.

By a combination of standing on her tiptoes and pulling me further down, she is able to close the last [15cm] and bring her lips to mine.

She grunts, repeatedly but seemingly involuntarily, as her hot breath spills over my lower face, her squashy nose pressed flat against my (relatively) hard, solid, maxillary bone plate.

Her strange, pentadactyl hands press against the sides of my head.

Her lips pull from mine as she smiles “You. have. no. idea how much I’ve wanted to do that… since we first met in that interrogation room all those years ago!”

Wait… she has?!

---Lhamo’s perspective---

---earlier---

I pout across my desk at the Gollogng, with his film star looks, my heart, stomach and spirit all in danger of cracking the floor by how much they’re sinking!

“Just… say… that… one more time…?” I sigh.

“I wish to resign from my trainee position…” he states, back rigid and eyes (seemingly) looking straight over my head “…I will serve out my notice… but I cannot continue to be employed here… It’s too painful…”

“Too painful?” I ask, allowing my pain to show on my face (though, managing to keep my teeth hidden) “How is it too painful, Ngngomg?… Are you not able to keep up with the pace of the training? Is there some aspect of your duties you don’t feel able to discharge? Is the pay too low? Are you being excluded? Bullied?… Is it the hour and a half daily round trip commute from the Entertainment District?… If you tell me, maybe I can see about some adjustments!”

“It’s none of those things, Ma’am. The commute is fine, the pay is more than adequate, the training and duties are a challenge but not one I think myself unequal to, the social atmosphere is pleasant and I have experienced little stigma.”

“Then. what. is. it?” I ask, slowly but not angrily.

“I… can’t tell you that, Ma’am.” he says, shifting uncomfortably.

I stare at him for 2.5 seconds… and it clicks into place.

The realisation having dawned, I ask “This pain… it wouldn’t happen to be of the… romantic variety?… Would it?”

The handsome man shifts uncomfortably and says nothing.

“A yearning you feel could never be reciprocated… You thought you could tolerate it until it disappeared but… constantly fuelled by proximity to the object of your unrequited affections, these feelings have done anything but disappear… It’s so painful that you’ve decided that leaving’s the only viable route forward?… Am I right?”

He shifts, uncomfortably.

Bingo!

I stand and, slowly, round my desk, stopping about a metre from the giant man.

“What if… these feelings could be reciprocated…? Would you reconsider your resignation under those circumstances…?”

---later---

The absolutely. drop. dead. gorgeous man is literally kneeling and he’s still just the right amount above the average height of a Human(!)

Still taller enough than me that I could plant my face into his chest and he could rest his chin on top of my head!

I don’t do that, though… there’s a far more pressing question I’ve been dying to answer for nearly 8 years, now!

How does it feel to kiss someone with no nose?

I yank his tie (gently! Don’t want to start this relationship by breaking his neck(!)) and stand on my tiptoes to allow our lips to meet.

The periwinkle skin I’ve daydreamed about for so long has exactly the soft, smooth and cool qualities I always imagined as my nose squashes into it.

I release his tie and bring my hands to the sides of his head, careful not to crush his adorable little Orc ears, and run them through his dark, royal blue hair with just a whisper of teal.

Having run out of air from my nose being squashed and my lips being… occupied, I release him from the kiss.

“You. have. no. idea how much I’ve wanted to do that… since we first met in that interrogation room all those years ago!” I smile at the face that could be that of Cad Bane’s handsome nephew(!)

He frowns “You have?”

I bite my lip and nod, enthusiastically.

“Then… why didn’t you?” he asks, looking slightly hurt.

I giggle but not unkindly “Why didn’t… the Terran, Mother of Applied Xenopsychology, engage in a sexual relationship with a detained, POW defector, under her care and over whom she wielded immense power?… Not to mention him needing to be kept in a sterile cleanroom and being nearly 11 years her junior!… Do you want me to answer that?”

He narrows his orange eyes, now close enough that I’m able to discern where the pupils are.

“OK… but I’ve been working under you for five months now! Why didn’t you make a move?”

Curiously, I turn the question around on him “Why didn’t you? It was making you so unhappy that you almost quit over it, afterall!”

“I was your subordinate…” he shrugs as if that ought to explain everything.

“So… you worried it would be unprofessional?”

He puffs a scoff through his mouth “No… it’s the superior’s place to initiate romance with their subordinates… not the other way around!”

My eyebrows fly up my forehead “Is it now?”

A moment of confusion passes across his face… followed by realisation!

“That’s… different for Terrans… isn’t it?…”

I nod “It is indeed… We view the power imbalance of subordinate and superior as being prone enough to abuse that, some would say, the two ought never to engage in a relationship, full stop!… Most, who don’t view the situation as quite so black and white, would agree that proceedings ought to be initiated by the subordinate, since their boss is far more likely to feel at liberty to refuse an advance than the other way around.”

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

“So… because I didn’t know that… we’ve just been pining over eachother for five months?… And I almost resigned for nothing?”

Smiling, I answer “It’s mainly my fault… I should have realised… Some xenopsychologist I turned out to be…(!) I thought you were just shy… Though, I am curious… if you didn’t realise I felt the same, what did you think I was doing here?”

“Honestly…? I thought you were just sleeping with me to keep me from quitting… That was how it seemed to me…”

Trying not to be offended by the comment made by a man with a completely different cultural frame of reference for the notion of ‘promiscuity’ than me, I place my hand on his shoulder and smile “And… if I had been doing that… how do you think you would have felt afterward…?”

“Terrible…” he answers, miserably.

“Then why subjec…”

“Because it’s you!” he interrupts “Because I’ve daydreamed about this moment since the first time we met! Because, even if your feelings weren’t real… I could imagine they were…”

Taken aback, I need a few moments to answer.

Eventually, I smile, bring my right hand to his left cheek, my thumb across where his nose isn’t, and say “Allow me to make something very clear… my feelings for you are as real as real gets!… I think you are a fantastically intelligent, kind, brave man… and not at all bad to look at, either(!)… I consider it an absolute privilege that you feel the same…”

---Ngngomg’s perspective---

The woman’s glistening brown eyes stare forward into mine with absolute sincerity.

I feel myself begin to choke up and I shake my head in a Terran ‘no’, saying “I’m… not brave… I’m a coward! A deserter!”

“False… I was there, Ngngomg! I saw you!… I saw how afraid you were of us… I knew the horrible things you constantly worried we might do to you!… If you were a coward, why would you fly that craft to us?”

“Because… we were going to our deaths otherwise… a simple choice… likely death against guaranteed death!”

“Oh? Then why not fly it to some out of the way planet and wait for the War to resolve itself without you?… Why fly into the tiger’s den?” she asks, tilting her head.

“Because… there were tens of thousands of my kin aboard those ships… Even if the odds were a thousand to one against you helping me, the risk would still have been worth taking!”

She smiles, her lips closed “That, right there, is what we call ‘courage’, sweetie…(!) You put yourself at risk, even when you could have run away, even though you were scared, for other’s sake… You are a hero!”

My lips quiver as I throw myself at the woman, wrapping her solid body in my arms and shaking my head into her shoulder.

“I’m not… I’m not… I’m not…” I keep repeating, believing myself a little less each time.

“You are… You are… You are…” she keeps assuring me, patting my back soothingly.

Eventually, she manages to convince me… maybe not a ‘hero’… but at the very least… I’m not the coward I’ve thought I was for [8 years] now…

“Sweetie… how about we don’t have sex right now?”

“You don’t want to?” I ask, insecurity rushing right back, horrified at having thrown my chance away!

“Nothing would make me happier… I just… I don’t know if you’re in the right place for it…?”

I squeeze her a little tighter and answer “I’m exactly where I need to be… here… with you!”

She breaks out in a broad grin but still hides her teeth as she giggles “Damn… you smooth motherfucker! Did you mean to be that charming or does it just come naturally?!”

I don’t answer… searching her eyes…

“If you’re sure you want this… right now…?”

“I do!” I insist.

“OK… stand up…” she smiles.

I stand and she reaches up to grasp my left hand in her right, leading me down the hallway, past an empty room that she seems to have no use for currently, to a master bedroom.

It having the same window-wall arrangement as the lounge, open to all the world, makes my eyes go wide when I see her whisk off her top, revealing a moderately large, but mouthwateringly shaped, pair of pale Human breasts!

Seeing my shock she smiles and points at the window “One way transparency… we can see them…” she gestures at the world outside “…they can’t see us… Are you going to make me stay the only shirtless one or…?”

Recoiling at my rudeness I reach to the hem of my top.

---Lhamo’s perspective---

It’s the superior’s job to initiate romance? Damn!

That’s 5 fucking months I just wasted!

Did he ever tell me that?

I definitely feel like that would have gone in the old mental filing cabinet(!)

If I’d known, I would have dropped some pointed hints of the ‘I can’t initiate things with you, so ball’s in your court, buster!’ variety!

Any uncertainty I had about whether I was accurately remembering what an obvious crush on me he had, instantly evaporated when we reunited in that bar!

It was exactly as obvious as I remembered it!

And I just wasted 5 months waiting for him to do something about it!

‘Still…’ I think as I watch him unveil his sleek, muscular chest ‘…it worked out… Better late than never(!)’

Even though I know that (however the size difference and difference in apparent muscle tone may suggest otherwise) I am much stronger than him, I still absolutely swoon for that body!

“I don’t mind if you want to just stand there and pose, Ngngomg, but what if, instead, you brought all that over here? Where I am(!)” I smirk, seductively.

His breath visibly hitches.

He begins walking toward me, giving me a fantastic view of his alien abdominal muscles, as they flex with his stride!

He reaches where I stand and I smile up at him, as I extend my hands to the tops of his hips.

My eyelevel is only slightly above his naval, the top of my head not quite reaching the (inHumanly level) bottom of this enormous man’s ribcage!

I lean forward and open my mouth to place it against the muscles of his stomach.

As I stroke my hands and tongue over his toned flesh, I feel the impossible lack of substance!

What my mind is telling me should feel like rock hard muscle, feels, instead, somewhere between the consistency of a waterballoon and an airballoon(!)

I wanted to take him by surprise and drag him down onto the bed on top of me, but there’s a very real possibility that, if I do that, I will really hurt him!

Instead, I simply sit on the bed, scoot up to the headboard and beckon the film-star-gorgeous man to me with a finger.

“This way, hero…” I smirk, seductively.

A shuddering breath before his lowers hit the floor, revealing a large, erect and… oddly shaped penis…

It has a head that’s, sort of, suggestive of the head of a flanged mace made of flesh…? Interesting…

The first part of him to reach me is his six fingered right hand, the palm of which he places against my left breast.

That strange, backward (in my perception) thumb, cradles from beneath as his other five fingers explore their way into my armpit.

I give a contented sigh at his touch and lay my head back on the pillow, smiling.

Eventually, righty gets a little tired of her twin getting all the attention, so I reach out to grasp the man’s left wrist and guide that palm to my right breast.

I inhale deeply of the grainy, bready aroma that comes from this omnivore’s primary food sources all being grain based (from his evolutionary descent being from granivores the way mine is from frugivores).

I’ve waited so long for this… and it’s so much better than I ever imagined!

For one thing, the girl I imagined, every time I fantasised about it, wasn’t. really. me. now, was it(!?)

It was a glamourous supermodel in her twenties wearing an airbrushed mask of my face at twenty!

Seeing how excited he is by this 42 year old body of mine is fulfilling in a way that I never expected! In a way that seeing him excited by some unattainable, platonic form of feminine beauty just wouldn’t have been!

Still… when I make it to the top of the waitinglist for (the freshly cracked) Terran regen… it’s not like I’m going to turn it down!

For the moment though, we get to be the professional MILF and her gorgeous alien subordinate(!)

I reach for his neck and pull him into a kiss.

---Ngngomg’s perspective---

She’s happy… she’s really… happy!

There’s no longer any question in my mind as to whether she might just be doing this to keep me from quitting!

There’s no faking the contented look she has on her face as her strong arms enfold the back of my neck and pull me into a deep, passionate kiss!

As her lips leave mine she gives a smile, then visibly catches herself, and avoids showing me her teeth.

“Please…” I say, looking into her eyes “…show me your real smile…?”

She hesitates for half a second before pulling her lips back across her teeth to bare a set of white bones as hard as rock and fortified with metal.

Though clearly the teeth of an omnivore, this display would, once upon a time, have induced an instant Fight-Flight-Freeze reaction in me for its aggressive appearance.

Now, though, it looks “Beautiful…!”

She giggles and answers “If you’re that comfortable with my mouth… would you like to see my other one(?)”

After the [second] or [two] it takes me to work out what she means, I simply nod… my hearts in my throat!

The little woman reaches to the waistband of her lowers and, gently, with all the seduction in the world, slides them over her hips.

I gasp at the first Human genitalia I’ve ever laid eyes on…

It’s… so… small!!!

Am I going to get crushed in such a tight hole?!

She bites her lower lip and looks to my crotch, sliding her palms down her stomach, along her inner thighs, as if needing to push her own legs apart with her arms to spread them(!)

All thoughts of hesitation vanish at the inviting display.

I bring my member forward, to rest the bottom flanges of my glans between her, unusual looking, fleshy lips…

It’s so wet there! Surprisingly so…!

“Please don’t just tease me all night(!)” she grins.

“You want me to put it in?” I make sure.

“Please!” she confirms.

A moment more’s hesitation follows before I bring the acutely angled point of my penis to her opening and begin applying the pressure necessary to gain entry.

Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in a gasp, that seems a mix of surprise and pleasure, at the sensation of my ridges being squashed, inside her.

I’m sure that I’m wearing a similar expression.

Once I’ve made it all the way in, the crushing pressure is relieved and my glans is able to open back out slightly.

“This is already the best cock I’ve ever had!” she gasps, breathlessly.

I smile, pull back… and thrust forward, inducing an immediate groan of ecstasy…

---Lhamo’s perspective---

I lie on my side, looking out of my window at the city, twilit by a galactic core starfield as I bask in the afterglow.

A large, six fingered hand limply clasps my breast, from the sleeping giant behind me.

If I’ve ever felt more at peace than I do right now, it must have been so blissful that it wiped my memory of it(!)

I bring my hand to the back of his and give it a gentle squeeze…

In the morning, I’ll cook us both breakfast…

I don’t know if this hero ever got to try pancakes while he was in our care…