“Things were just getting good!” Kernathu whined as Jason bodily dragged her into Raisha’s bathroom – because of course the exo-recruits had their own bathrooms. Sure, it was a bit spartan, with just a shower, toilet and sink, but it was still a major step up from the communal bathrooms they’d had during basic training.

“Just getting good my ass,” Jason said. “You just nearly brought me to orgasm in front of a live audience.”

“I did?” Kernathu asked in surprise, before a satisfied grin replaced it. “I mean, of course I did.”

The human resisted the urge to swat the amorous alien upside the head, instead reaching for the nearby tissue dispenser. Which, of course, was empty.

Damnit Raisha, he thought, before sighing. Guess I’ll just have to get used to having a damp patch on the front of my coveralls for the trip.

That would be a barrel of fun. Getting out of the Aviary without anyone seeing it. He could practically imagine the headlines now; ‘Hero of Gurathu engages in Aviary orgy?’

Which might seem like a bit much, just for having a stain on the front of his coveralls, but if he’d learned nothing else in the past few months, it was that the tabloids loved to speculate about his love life. He didn’t know whether that was down to him being male or human, but it was fucking annoying.

“Come on, Jason,” Kernathu grinned, running a hand across his shoulders. “You know you enjoyed it.”

And Kernathu’s in one of her moods, he thought.

Normally his fellow engineer was shy and soft spoken, but she had two alteranate personalities that seemed to only come out in specific circimstances. The first was when she was working, and only had eyes for whatever it was she was doing. The second was when she was ‘in the mood’ and seemed to revert to little more than a horny little pervert.

He blamed the data-net personally. The girl seemed to have gotten most of her ideas about how intimate interactions with opposite sex went from there.

“Irrelevant,” he deadpanned, turning back to her. “If Raisha hadn’t distracted them while I pulled you out of there, there’d be rumor shooting around the entire facility right now.”

To be fair, there was probably already rumors about what he and Kernathu were doing right now shooting around the facility, but with any luck, none of them involved him engaging in a very public and x-rated game of footsy.

Then he paused as an idea occurred to him.

“…Which I’m beginning to think is what you wanted to happen.”

Kernathu was many things, but a liar was not one of them. Which was made entirely obvious as her somewhat laviscious expression abruptly froze on her face.

“I… have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said finally, looking away.

Jason sighed as he let his head clunk against the cool porcelain of the sink. “Please don’t tell me that that little display was the Shil’vati equivalent of a girl showing off her very real ‘Canadian Boyfriend’.”

He couldn’t see Kernathu from his position, but he did hear her shuffle uncomfortably.

“This time I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He poked his head up to aim a single gimlet eye in the alien’s direction. “So you did know what I was talking about before?”

Kernathu looked like she’d been shot. “No?”

He sighed, putting his head down. “Perchance, when you and Raisha claimed to have a human boyfriend, did the other girls react with skepticism? Especially when you were unable to name me or provide a picture, given that I have been on an undercover assignment with Pernora for the last two months?”

He heard, more than saw, her stiffen. “How did you know!?”

Goddamn Shil’vati.

Unable to resist a small smile at the sheer surprise in Kernathu’s voice, he slowly levered himself up to look at her. “So… are you actually into exhibitionism, or was that just a convenient opportunity to ‘show me off?’”

To be honest, he should have been more pissed about the latter outcome than the former, but to be honest, he couldn’t really say he was surprised. Of his trio of lovers, Kernathu was by far and away the least socially… acute. Which was saying something, given that Raisha was her direct competition in that regard.

Given that, and the history of being scorned that no doubt went along with it, he could very easily imagine the short Shil’vati salivating at the thought of showing off her romantic success to all the girls that no doubt looked down on her.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Kernathu said slowly, as she weighed the thought and found it to her liking. “Could we…”

“Whatever you’re about to suggest, the answer is no,” he responded as he came to the conclusion that no, Kernathu was not a cunning schemer, merely a horny pervert who saw an opportunity to explore one of her fetishes and jumped for it with both hands. “By all rights, I should be punishing you by withholding sex right now.”

The small pout that had been forming on the Shil’vati’s face turned into one of devastation at the notion of their being no sex.

So simple, Jason chuckled. Is this how girls feel when they’re being a tease?

“Fortunately for you,” he said, reaching for the hem of her shirt. “Your previous efforts have left me feeling rather in need of release.”

Kernathu let out a small yip of surprise as he yanked her tank top up, covering her face with it, before one of his arms reached up to grab both of her own, pinning her in place. It was a move he’d never have been able to pull off with the other girls in his ‘harem’, but Kernathu was just short enough for him to allow it.

“Think of this as pay back for your actions earlier,” he murmured to the blinded alien as his eyes roamed over her exposed flesh.

Slim, toned and sporty, described Kernathu’s body to a tee. Her breasts were two perfect handfuls, delicate blue nipples bouncing gently as they settled. Which Jason wasted no time in gripping, his free hand coming up to cup one in hand, feeling the firm nipple rolling beneath his palm as the soft purple flesh deformed beneath his fingers.

Actually, purple might not be entirely correct, he thought, ignoring the surprised and pleasure gasps of the alien in front of him as he played with the softness in his hand.

If he was honest, Kernathu’s skin was closer to a pink than a purple. Bubblegum pink. At least here, on the parts of her body that didn’t see much sun. Tracing a finger up toward her collarbone, he found the point where the skin transitioned, where pink turned to purple.

Of course, she’s got tan lines in the shape of her tanktop, he thought with a smile, wondering how he’d never noticed before.

Then again, his previous liaisons with Kernathu had been in fairly low lit conditions. Something he’d not given much thought of at the time, but now he couldn’t help but wonder if that had been a deliberate choice on the short Shil’vati’s part? A way of obfuscating some degree of body shame she might have felt?

Or perhaps he was just overthinking things?

“Jason?” Kernathu’s voice was slightly muffled by the shirt over her mouth, but it wasn’t hard to hear the slight hint of disappointment in her voice at the cessation of the fondling.

He ignored it though. This was supposed to be a punishment after all. Instead he let his finger roam down the satin soft skin of her side, across her narrow waist, towards where her form flowed out into pleasantly wide hips.

I wonder if she’s just as pink down below?

Of course, that was when his fellow engineer apparently tired of the teasing, and used a little force to break out of his grip, wiggling the shirt off her head and giving him a small pout as he stepped back with a grin.

“My turn,” she said with unusual forcefulness for the quiet woman, eyes glinting hungrily as she lunged forward onto her knees. Jason was almost pressed back against the sink as the alien’s hungry mouth laid hot kisses along his bare torso.

“I love the muscles here,” she breathed. “Boys in videos tend to be all soft and out of shape.”

“Got a bit of a muscle-boy fetish, huh?” he said, between grunts as the alien continued tonguing his abs.

“Perhaps,” Kernathu replied, her fingers moving up to pull at the latch of his coveralls. Her breath tickled against his damp skin as she pulled down both pants and boxers in one smooth motion, almost getting swatted in the face by his erection as he did.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” she snickered, warm fingers wrapping around the shaft as she gave his member a firm squeeze.

“I did tell you that you got me worked up,” he pointed out.

“I suppose I did,” she said, eyes glittering.

She brushed a cascade of raven hair out of the way, ensuring that he could see her face and his member as it pulsed an inch away from her icy blue lips. Eyes dancing with mischief, she leaned forward breathing a stream warm air on it, smiling as it twitched and flexed in response.

Then she lowered her head.

Jason let out a grunt, hips rising off the cool porcelain behind him as her pillowy soft lips slid over the glans. The alien’s tongue painted his member with long slow strokes of her powerful tongue. It was only when every inch of his member had been slathered with thick warm strands of saliva that she retreated.

“Is that good?” she asked, moving down to plant a sensuous kiss on the underside of his shaft.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“Good, I’ve been practicing,” she said, planting more kisses between each word.

“On what?” he couldn’t help but ask.

The kisses paused, and for just a moment, he could see her flush, her expression made all the cuter by the small streak of black grime that ran across the bridge of her nose.

“…A goro fruit.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that erupted from him at the thought. Of course, that chuckle turned into a surprised gasp as his partner clearly took exception to his amusement at her practice methods, as her plush lips once more settled over his glans, long tongue sliding across the sensitive head.

Her tongue lashed against his sensitive anatomy, pursed lips sealed firmly around the head. That poweful Shil’vati tongue dragged across the glans, slowly drawing shapes in a manner he was sure she’d learned on an data-net forum somewhere.

And thank the Empress for that, he thought. Because I think my legs are about to give out.

His every nerve was aflame with sensation, waves of pleasure washing up through his body from his groin as Kernathu’s dexterous organ continued to crawl across his flesh, her surprising powerful fingers gripping the back of his legs to hold him place.

Her head started pumping up and down, keeping his member trapped between her soft lips as she lapped greedily at any bead of precum that dared to well at the tip.

Finally it happened.

“Coming!” he grunted, as a warning if little else.

Part of him was utterly unsurprised though, as rather than pull back at his exclamation, Kernathu redoubled her efforts. His back arched as she moved forward, drawing him as deep into her as she could, the slick muscles of her throat milking him as her tongue bathed the underside of his shaft.

And as the first pulse of his climax tore through his core, she swallowed.

Her lips locked around the base of his cock as he pumped thick loads of his cum directly down her throat. And with every jet of cum, a pulse of pleasure that shot through him. It felt like the small Shil’vati was sucking the very life out of him, as more and more of his ejaculate pumped into her.

Finally it came to an end though, the alien’s tongue sliding casually across his sensitive head as she pulled her lips slowly up his shaft, releasing him with an audible pop and a self-satisfied grin.

He lay back against the sink, one forearm covering his eyes against the stars now popping into his vision, chest rising and falling rapidly as he gulped for air.

“That was incredible,” he finally said. “How did you…”

Kernathu interrupted him, smugness in her tone. “I told you, I used a-”

“Goro fruit,” he finished.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been quite so quick to dismiss Kernathu’s data-net research. Hell, maybe he could subtly point Raisha in the same direction. While he wouldn’t quite say that his first lover’s blowjobs were bad, they definitely had more enthusiasm than skill.

“Now it’s my turn,” Kernathu stated. “How long until you’re… and it’s already up.”

Sure, enough, his member was ready to go again, if a little sensitive still. Though he did miss the days when alien girls were surprised by that fact.

All good things come to an end, I suppose, he thought removing his forearm from his eyes and levering himself upright.

He saw that Kernathu was already pulling her coveralls down – and that she was in fact just as pink below.

“Lay there, I want to sit on it,” she instructed imperiously as she shucked away her coveralls with her foot.

“Don’t you want me to return the favor before we get to that?” he asked, letting his tongue slip between his lips.

To her credit, the alien did actually seem to think about it, before she shook her head. “Nope, enough foreplay. I want that inside me. Now.”

Jason rose up to oblige her, but he couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement. At this rate he was going to get a reputation as a selfish lover, given how little he went down on the women he was with.

Maybe it’s a stamina thing? he wondered. A way to make sure they don’t conk out before I’m fully ‘drained’? Or is she just impatient to get to the fun?

Whatever, he’d think about it later. Right now, he had a horny and very willing alien to satisfy.

Which was why he was a little surprised when she reached for her discarded coveralls and pulled a small square device from the pocket.

“What are you…” he began to ask, before trailing off as the alien placed the device right at the opening of her rear. Kernathu’s facial features twisted minutely, before their was an almost imperceptible thunk, akin to something metallic hitting something plastic.

And when she finally withdrew the device, there was a vaguely familiar egg shape attached to it, the offensively pink item happily buzzing away.

Ah, it was a magnet, he noted with disconcerting calm. To retrieve the vibrator she had up there.

“Right, let’s get down to business,” Kernathu said as she cast the item away – as if the fact that she’d clearly gone the whole day with a vibrator in her ass wasn’t a topic of any import.

“Wait a minute,” Jason said, stifling a laugh. “You mean to tell me that you had that thing up there this entire time? While we were working on the exo?”

The alien paused in the act of – to be totally honest – pouncing on him, her head cocking to the side in that classically Shil’vati gesture of confusion.

“Well… yeah…” she said slowly. “I usually have two up there there. Well, not there. More like one in the front and one in the rear.”

“What do you mean usually?” he couldn’t help but ask, resisting the urge to point that she most definitely didn’t have any vibrators in her on their first evening together. He’d like to think he’d notice something like that.

Though now that I think about… she did shoot to the bathroom for a minute just as things were getting hot and heavy.

The Shil’vati was now staring at him like he was the weird one. “Like, usually usually.”

“How usually?” he paused. “Were you wearing those things when we were working together on the Whisker?”

That seemed to do it, because for the first time since this insane conversation began, Kernathu flushed and looked away. Jason sighed and stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t like it was an issue or anything like that. It was a little… odd to him, but he figured it wasn’t like Kernathu was hurting anyone. Different strokes for different folks and all that.

Still… fucking Shil’vati.

“You know what, never mind,” he decided. “Just come here and sit on me.”

Kernathu’s flushed expression turned to one of eagerness in moments as she promptly strode over to squat over him. Hardly the most sensual of maneuvers, but sometimes that was just how sex rolled.

“You’re fine with anal, right?” she asked as she fumbled for his member.

“You’re asking that now?”

She shrugged. “I got excited and forgot.”

“I’m very much fine with anal.” He chuckled.

That seemed to be all the assurance Kernathu needed as she dropped down on his well lubricated member.

Jason groaned as his glans brushed against Kernathu’s hot flesh, the bulbous head pressing against her puckered opening as she lowered herself down onto him. Even with the copious amounts of lubricant present, there was a brief moment of resistance before his head popped inside.

There was no hesitancy from there, Kernathu took his member to the hilt in one smooth motion, the two of them gasping in unison at the vivid sensation of each other’s presence.

Despite her clear familiarity with anal stimulation, Kernathu’s inside were incredibly tight. Every quiver and tremor that passed through her lithe form pulsed though his engorged member. In turn, she could no doubt feel every twitch and throb from him.

It was a sublime moment, two sapients of entirely different species connected intrinsically by a pathway of overstimulated nerves, pleasure coursing through both of them due to the presence of the other.

Then Kernathu started moving, apparently having recovered from the stimulas a little faster than her partner. The Shil’vati’s abs stood taut against her pink skin as she started to rock back and forth, her alien insides twisting and grinding around his rigid erection as she slowly gyrated atop him.

“Christ, Kernathu!” Jason grunted as his pleasure rocketed up through his core.

The alien just smiled from above him, her lithe form twisting and rolling enticingly as she started to bounce, both hands atop his thighs as she lay back, her soft rear pressing into him as she rise and fell on his shaft.

Of their own volition, his hands rose up to grab her wide hips, encouraging her motions as he thrust up into the unyielding softness above him as the tempo of the two lovers slowly increased to a fever pitch.

Beads of sweat began to well across Kernathu’s hot pink skin, slide down her belly as they followed the contours of her lithe form, across her sleek thighs, before finally running across his own sweat soaked form.

It didn’t take long for the rhythmic dance to reach a level that was almost punishing, his muscles burning as he continued to thrust up against gravity and the weight of the alien above him. He couldn’t stop though, and neither could she. Their lust fed into each other, as they each sought to make the other reach the peak of ecstasy before them.

He didn’t know when it became a competition, the moment lost in a sea of lust that seemed to last forever and but a moment.

Her insides clung to him, silken flesh sliding across his head with every thust, while the powerful muscles of her opening gripped his shaft with all the intensity of a lover's lips. He in turn used every chance to bury his member to the hilt inside her, her each sweet gasp at the apex of his thrust only further encouragement to do it again.

It was a true battle of wills, and only one side could be the victor.

"…Fuck!" Kernathu finally shrieked, her raven hair sticking to her face salaciously as she arced her back, as if away from the stimulus of his dick.

As if I’d let you, Jason thought with a grin, as he simply thrust higher, the muscles in his leg and back screaming, but they mattered little compared to the pleasure that radiated out from his cock as he drove the head as deep into Kernathu’s insides as he could.

That did it. The alien’s entire body went rigid, back arched, legs tightened around him like a vice as the muscles of her opening twitched and milked him spasmodically, like a thing possessed.

“Cumming!” she screamed.

That did it. Like a trigger had gone off inside his head, his cock erupted, spraying rope after rope of thick oozing ejaculate into his lover’s insides. Pleasure radiated out from his groin in waves as he pumped what felt like the entire contents of his balls into her.

He gripped her hips tightly, some small animal part of his brain determined to not let a single bit of his cum be wasted by pulling out too soon. Kernathu’s muscles tensed and flexed beneath his fingers, wet with both sweat and fluid, as a low mewl emitted from her.

Then they both collapsed.

Heaving. Gasping. Slowly, gradually, the pair recovered from their shared orgasms. The animal instincts of just moments ago replaced by much more reasonable civilized thoughts. Smiles and giggles abounded at the ridiculousness of their little competition as they lay companionably on the cool, if slightly slick, tiles.

Kernathu slid up to kiss him. It was more of a peck than anything else, a mere touching of the lips on his own, lacking none of the urgency she usually had.

It was nice though.

Very nice.

“Do you think you can go again?” she whispered.