It was kind of surreal that after three weeks of training, he was finally getting his hands on an actual weapon.

The DI stood at the front of the class, a weapon held in each hand.

“Ladies, this is HS-R11, the standard issue rifle of the Imperium.” She lowered the massive weapon in her left hand and raised the relatively diminutive one in her right. “Gentlemen, this is the HS-C9, the HS-R’s slightly smaller equivalent. They are both directed-energy weapons with a ninety and forty round magazine respectively. They can kill at-”

As the woman continued to rattle off the weapons stats, Jason found his eyes straying to the one in front of him. Or rather, the pieces of the one in front of him.

Apparently, before they could so much as fire the weapon once, they all had to be certified. Which meant taking the weapon apart and putting it back together. Over and over again. According to the DIs, by the time the next three days were through, they were going to be able to pull this weapon apart and put it back together in their sleep. Which made sense, given that they might have to diagnose and fix a weapon malfunction in the middle of a firefight.

Jason’s inner engineer was overjoyed, but his inner recruit was quaking in his boots. If there was one thing he’d learned during his time at the Crucible, it was that the instructors didn’t make idle promises.

“Human, are you listening?”

Jason’s head shot up. “Of course, Sergeant.”

The woman in question grinned. “Then you’ll have no problem telling me how the HS weapon system’s less-than-lethal firing mode functions.”

Jason felt his stomach drop out from under him. He’d lied as more a matter of habit than anything else, the current situation reminding him of time spent in university lectures. Well, there was nothing for it. He was already in the shit, he might as well try and dig himself out.

“The weapon emits an infrared laser pulse that ablates the surface of the target, creating a short-lived burst of plasma. That burst of plasma creates a rush of sound, light and electromagnetic waves that causes pain and paralysis in living beings.”

It was a total guess, but he vaguely recalled a few forum posts from people who had observed Imperial marines putting down riots. They’d suggested that the alien’s weapons might have functioned in that manner.

Now he just had to hope they were right.

The woman frowned, her tusky maw downturned. “A succinct summary, even if it was worded differently to my own.”

Jason resisted the urge to shrug even as he inwardly whooped and hollered with joy.

“Alright ladies,” the woman continued. “Now you know how it works. Next you need to learn how to take it apart, clean it and put it back together.”

As she continued to speak, he found his gaze wandering once more. It was a dumb thing to do, he knew, but after his talk with Tarcil he’d found his mind wandering to different topics. The Imperium. Humanity. Gender roles. Sex.

Why was he treating his current circumstances as some kind of god-awful punishment when, if you looked at it from a different perspective, wasn’t it an amazing opportunity? By denying that, wasn’t he basically doing the same thing as the guys back on Earth who were still fighting the Shil’vati? Being too blinded by pride to see the opportunity for profit?

As he was pondering, his eyes landed on his neighbor, Adrilla.

He hadn’t really spoken with Adrilla much. To be fair, beyond Raisha, he hadn’t really spoken with any of his female cadre mates. Tarcil’s icy presence kept them at bay, though apparently the oblivious Raisha was pretty much immune to the male’s glower. Much to the alien male’s silent irritation.

Refocusing on Adrilla, he tried to recall what little he knew about the woman.

Like most of the recruits she was just into her majority. About nineteen by human standards. Like Raisha, she was from a colony world. She used to work on her family’s farm before she signed up. By Shil’vati standards, she was considered a bit of a bumpkin, though she strenuously denied that accusation and wasn’t shy about using her fists to back up her claims. She was a little taller than average. Like most Shil’vati, she had straight black hair that she tied back into a long ponytail. Her skin was a little lighter than average, but she had a fairly cute smattering of dark violet freckles across her lilac cheeks, shoulders and chest— which he could see ample amounts of given that the female exercise uniform was essentially a black tank top and shorts.

Using that sixth sense the females all apparently had, it didn’t take long for her to notice him looking, glancing up from her own weapon components. Her eyes widened slightly as she noticed he was actually looking back at her, though the brief moment of panic quickly turned into a slightly sultry smirk as she positively preened. The alien leaned forward, exposing the deep valley of her cleavage as she stared challengingly back at him.

He imagined this was the moment where a Shil’vati male would probably look away. Feigning disinterest or showing real embarrassment.

Jason winked.

The effect was almost instantaneous as the alien woman blushed a deep blue. She didn’t move though. In fact she seemed positively frozen in place.

Chuckling internally, Jason turned away, returning his attention back to his own weapon.

Yeah, he could have some fun with this.

“Recruit Adrilla,” the DI roared from the front of the room. “Is there something of intense interest about our human recruit that I should know about?”

“N-No, Sergeant.”

“Do I look like a damned sergeant, Recruit Adrilla? Can you see any stripes on my toned shoulders?”

“N-No!”

“No, what, recruit?”

“No, Drill Instructor!”

“Then stop staring like a doe-eyed Araxi and get back to work!”

“Yes, Drill Instructor!” Jason chuckled as he heard parts being hastily clacked together.

Yes, he could have a lot of fun with this indeed.

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Of course, for all that he had a new plan to make his time in basic training a lot more enjoyable, that didn’t change the fact that he was in basic training. It had been three days and he’d been able to do little more than eat, drink, sleep, exercise and relentlessly assemble and disassemble both real and imaginary weapons.

“From the moment I start the timer you have one minute and thirty seconds to disassemble the weapon.” His instructor stood across from him. “I will remind you that failure to do so within the time limit will constitute a failure of the first section of your weapons certification program. Failing any part of the program will constitute a failure of the entire program. Failing the weapon certification program will result in a back-class.”

Jason shuddered. No one wanted to be back-classed.

It wasn’t just the fact that a recruit would be leaving a cadre of people they’d formed bonds with, but more importantly – in Jason’s eyes at least – they’d be stuck waiting around for a month until the next training cadre came through. A month on base that he was sure the DIs would make as unpleasant as possible.

Probably….

…Given that he was part of the ‘frailer’ sex now, they might go easy on him. Maybe. Not that he planned to bank on their instructor’s seemingly non-existent sense of mercy.

“I understand,” he said with a slightly dry mouth, fingers twitching as he mentally ran through the motions he’d been doing near constantly for the last three days.

“Then you may begin,” the instructor said, clicking the timer app on their omni-pad.

Jason’s hands were a flurry of motions as he pressed buttons, undid catches and unlocked latches. It didn’t take long for him to have the weapon down to its component parts. He also managed to do it without catching his fingers in or on any of the hard surfaces, which was an ever-present threat. A little nick would hardly have been an issue for him, but getting blood inside the weapon would be.

“Done,” he said as soon as he laid down the last component.

“Forty five seconds,” the instructor said, a little surprise in her voice. “I guess those rumors about humans having nimble fingers are true.”

Jason almost rolled his eyes. Yes, his reflexes were a little faster than the average Shil’vati, but he was pretty sure his fast time could be more readily attributed to his engineering skills. It seemed even the instructors were willing to let their imagination get away from them when it came to humanity’s ‘vaunted sexual prowess.’

Of course, he was wise enough not to say any of that as he waited for the instructor to move on with the next part of the test.

“Alright, human. Put it back together. You have two minutes.”

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“Thank the Empress it’s finally done,” Raisha said as she slumped against the wall of the shower.

It said a lot about just how mentally and emotionally exhausted the alien was that she didn’t even ogle Tarcil and Jason as she did so.

At least, not much.

Not that Jason was in much of a state to notice her either. He was pretty preoccupied himself.

“Are you staring at my penis, human?”

That immediately perked the females back up, and within moments it was business as usual as the rest of the training cadre began listening in. Silence reigned in the communal showers.

Jason blustered a little as he realized he’d just been caught breaking one of the cardinal rules of the bro code: Don’t stare at another man’s junk in the communal showers. He couldn’t help it, though. He’d managed to avoid doing so up until now, but he was only human, he had limits.

From a purely scientific point of view, he was curious. As a man he kind of wanted to see how humanity ‘stacked up’, as it were. As Jason, he wanted to know if his new plan was even feasible. The last thing he wanted was to discover that it was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. Finally, and most importantly, it was just so….

He shook his head, deliberately looking up into his friend’s entirely placid expression.

“Yes?” He didn’t know why he phrased it as a question. It just came out that way.

“Why?”

“It’s… blue?” he said finally.

That was really the clincher. A quick glance had confirmed that a human’s equipment was more than up to the task of…interfacing with a Shil’vati female. That wasn’t why he had been caught staring.

…He just hadn’t expected it to be so… blue.

“Yours is pink,” Tarcil said very matter-of-factly as he looked down.

Jason had to fight the urge to cover up, feeling - fairly hypocritically - more than a little violated by the alien’s frank gaze. He also couldn’t help but notice the excited expressions on the females watching. The twins in particular seemed a few seconds from bursting into ecstatic giggles.

“That’s it!” Jason said as he shut off the shower and grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist with not quite unseemly haste. “I’m done.”

He strode from the shower, ignoring the disappointed faces of his fellow recruits as he walked past. Still, that didn’t stop them from ogling his exposed torso as he passed.

“Is it not supposed to be pink?” Tarcil called after him, sounding genuinely concerned.

“It’s fine!” he shouted back.

Plan ‘put the damn sexy aliens in their place’ was off to a rocky start.

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“Punch me, I think I’m dreaming.”

While Jason’s excitement wasn’t quite as exaggerated as Raisha’s he found himself echoing the sentiment in some small way as he stared at the collection of drink dispensers, television screens, game tables, beanbags and sofas.

“I stress again, recruits,” the DI said from her position behind them in the building’s entryway. “Access to the recreation center is a privilege, not a right. It will be the first thing revoked if any of you commit even the most minor of infractions.”

The cadre had just finished their fourth week of training, and apparently that engendered a massive loosening of restrictions, as well as access to a number of facilities that had not been available prior.

Even the DIs themselves seemed somewhat jovial, even though they tried their best to hide it. They could now go home for one day of Shel - the two-day midweek break that was a weekend in all but name - rather than storming around the dorms, performing inspections and generally making the recruits’ lives hell. Of course, one of them would still be remaining behind each Shel to perform evening inspections and generally make sure the recruit’s small section of the base didn’t go to complete shit.

Still, it was abundantly clear that the recruits were now being trusted to be left, relatively, to their own devices for two short days each week. It was a small amount of freedom, given that they were still on an active military base and expected to act as such, but it felt massive after just over a month without any autonomy at all.

Hell, in another two weeks, they’d apparently be able to apply for leave off-base for the duration of Shel. Something that was apparently allowed as a reward for exceptional performances. The proverbial carrot to the instructors’ ever-present stick.

He heard a small grunt as flesh impacted flesh and rolled his eyes as he realized that someone had taken Raisha up on her offer.

“Alright, I’ll be in the watch office,” the instructor said as she started to turn away. “I’ll reiterate it again before I leave though. You are still recruits in the service of her Imperial Majesty the Empress. Act like it.”

With that the woman was gone, and for the first time in a long time, the recruits were without immediate supervision.

Contrary to Jason’s expectation, things didn’t immediately go wild. A lot of his fellow cadre members were almost skittish as they crossed over the room toward their desired recreations.

“Woohoo!” Raisha yelled, breaking the mold as she positively leapt onto a sofa. “Someone turn the TV on, I want to see how the Redwood Raiders are doing.”

That seemed to break the strange reticence that had come over all of them as the rest of the cadre started to show some actual excitement.

“I should have known something was wrong with you, Raisha,” another recruit said as she dutifully switched on the device. “You’re a dirty Raiders fan.”

“Shut your heathen mouth. They almost took the crown last season,” Raisha shot back, having to raise her voice as the ambient noise of conversation took over the room.

“While battling dozens of allegations about genetic tampering,” another recruit said as she sank into an armchair that looked so scuffed it probably predated Shil’vati space travel. You wouldn’t have been able to tell that by the look of contentment that came over the prospective marine’s face though.

“Horseshit, Arla Garlinson is as clean as- shit.” Raisha’s boasts turned to expletives as the TV displayed a news story featuring a number of brightly colored Shil’vati at a press conference. Jason barely had to glance at the screen to see the words ‘widespread’ and ‘genetic tampering’ emblazoned across the bottom.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

He had to chuckle as Raisha continued to curse, echoed by the sound of her friend’s guffaws of laughter.

“You want to see if we can grab one of the game tables?” Tarcil asked from behind him, getting his attention with a light tap on elbow. “I can teach you how to play Perzaak?”

Jason almost nodded, curious about one of the alien’s games, before his eyes found Adrilla across the room. The busty recruit was reclining on what seemed to be the Shil’vati equivalent to a beanbag, all but dead to the world as she cradled a brightly colored drink and stared at the ceiling in quiet contemplation. An act that had the alien’s massive tank-top clad breasts jutting out in a manner that was most interesting to a man that hadn’t so much as had the opportunity to jack off in four weeks.

“Thanks,” Jason said distractedly, “but no thanks. Maybe next time?”

He didn’t miss the way his friend’s eyes darted between him and the reclining female, a small frown taking over his face. He didn’t say anything though, simply nodding and walking off. Despite himself, Jason felt a little bad. While their shared struggles meant he felt close to just about all the people in the cadre, his only real friend and acquaintance was Tarcil – and maybe Raisha, if you squinted a bit.

He’d get over it, Jason reasoned.

Jason strode over to the alien, having to turn down a few offers for various recreations from his surroundings as he did so.

He sank into a beanbag next to his target with a groan that wasn’t entirely faked. For just a moment he considered putting his entire plan on hold in favor of just sitting in this delightfully oversized chair and doing nothing until they were all called out for evening inspection.

Then Adrilla shifted slightly, causing her tank-top to ride up, exposing the smooth lines of her chiseled lilac stomach as they caught the light. The sight sent blood rushing through Jason’s veins – and other places – and he managed to banish the momentary lethargy that had threatened to overcome him.

He had to do this. For humanity!

“So…you want to fuck?”

He made sure to modulate his voice just enough for his target to hear, but not loud enough that anyone else would. He was pretty sure that would end poorly. Or amazingly.

…Probably poorly though.

Adrilla cracked open one sleepy eye. “You messing with me? Like back in the classroom?”

Jason felt faintly ridiculous as he tugged on his top, exposing a single pec – he refused to say nipple - to the alien. Ridiculous to his sensibilities or not, it worked, as he watched the alien’s pupils positively dilate as they focused on him. To be honest, it was kind of intimidating. Like standing in front of a jungle cat that had just scented prey.

“So the human’s finally showing his true colors, eh?” Adrilla murmured as she sat up, a certain amount of cockiness overtaking her. “Of course you’d come to me first. No guy can resist these.”

She hefted a massive breast in each hand, the soft purple orbs looking like they were about to burst from her top. Her smirk only grew as Jason’s eyes remained glued to them.

Of course, she was wrong.

Truth be told, he’d picked Adrilla pretty much at random for his first foray. He’d have happily gone with just about any of the girls in the unit. Raisha had a level of irrepressibly cute energy he thought was attractive. Nuiy had that older MILF appeal going on. The twins because… they were twins. Freyxh was a loudmouth, an asshole Jason wouldn’t have minded plowing into submission. The list went on and on.

Of course, he said none of that.

“They are pretty spectacular,” he said instead, drawing a pleased grin from the Shil’vati. “How about we head somewhere else so I can get a better look?”

Adrilla tried to play it cool, but he could practically see her heart pounding in her chest as she shot up. “The guys’ toilets will be empty.”

Jason quirked an eyebrow even as he stood up with her, surreptitiously throwing a glance around the room. Fortunately, just about everyone seemed to be focused on their own recreations, Shil’vati libido apparently taking a backseat to the opportunity to unwind for the first time in four weeks.

“Won’t you get in trouble if you get caught in there?”

The alien shook her head as she not-quite-dragged him from the building. “My sister said that was where she and the other girls used to take the male in her training cadre. The instructors turn a blind eye to that spot.”

That was both…reassuring and horrifying. Would they turn a blind eye if he was less than willing? He sure as shit hoped not. Of course, he didn’t get long to think about it as he was practically dragged over to the cadre’s dorms by the excited female. Soon enough, they were in the guys’ toilets.

“Stop,” he grunted as he realized what Adrilla was dragging him towards, likely to pin him against it.

“What? Why!?” she hissed, a frightening intensity in her eyes. “You aren’t about to back out, are you?”

He wasn’t. He didn’t even know if the alien would let him at this point in time. A line of thought he chose not to dwell on.

“No,” he said delicately. “Just, if I’m going to be pressed up against something for this, I’d rather it be the sink or a wall, rather than a urinal.”

Adrilla’s eyes flicked between him and the porcelain construct. “The fuck’s a urinal? That thing?”

“You don’t know what a urinal is?”

The massive female shrugged, which had the side effect of shifting him slightly, given that she had ahold of his top. “Never been in a guy’s toilets before.”

Jason could…kind of understand that.

“Yeah, well we pee in that, so don’t try and sit me on it if that’s what you’re going for.”

Adrilla looked momentarily mystified, before nodding and promptly dragging him over to the row of sinks. He might have complained about being manhandled, but before he could say anything he was situated atop the counter and the alien’s blue lips were locked with his.

It was a hell of a rush.

Personally, he’d been kind of worried about the tusks, but that went out the window as a long, rough tongue slipped into his mouth, the tusks slipping to either side of his cheeks. Adrilla’s surprisingly long and rough tongue wriggled like some kind of fleshy serpent as his assailant subjected him to the deep and sordid kiss.

Out of a sense of surprise, if nothing else, he found himself doing his best to fight it off with his own tongue, but the thing was so wet and vigorous his attempts skimmed off, and he could do little but let it do what it willed. Soon his mouth was slimy with her saliva as the incredibly long and thick organ bulged against his cheeks. Hell, he felt it glance the back of his throat and choked a little as it painted the inside of his mouth, roving and coiling like it was trying to conquer it.

Finally, it withdrew, Adrilla drawing away with an audible slurp as her blue tongue retracted. Jason coughed, forcing air back into his lungs now that they were no longer in danger of being probed by an amorous alien.

“Surprised?”

“I had no idea your tongues were that long,” he said after a moment, a little dazed and more than a little flushed. “Or rough.”

His fellow recruit looked like the cat that ate the canary. “Halcas.”

“What?”

“Halcas,” Adrilla said. “It’s a type of crustacean back on the homeworld. Apparently, our early ancestors used to dive for them. But even if you crack open the shell, the meat is rather hard to get at.” Her tongue unwound like a snake, waving in the air before sliding sensuously back into her mouth. “So a long, slightly rough tongue became an advantageous trait.”

He went to speak, but then she was on him again, that tongue slipping once more between his lips. He’d never been kissed like this before. Ignoring the tongue, it was still wanton and greedy as she plundered his mouth, the taste of her saliva strangely sweet as her tongue sought out his own and wrestled it into submission. The raw need the alien was injecting into her movements as she pressed him into the tiled wall was palpable and intoxicating. He could feel the softness of her massive full breasts pressing against him.

Tingles ran up his spine as her lips pressed into his own, full and soft like great pillows. He could feel his skin prickling, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck as her powerful hands slid under his top, thumbs and fingers probing the muscles of his stomach as they roamed inquisitively over them.

It seemed to go on forever, slurping sounds in his ears and a sweetness in his mouth as a tongue probed at his sensitive gums.

But just as stars began to dance over his eyes and his lungs began to beg once more for air, the alien released him, stepping back with a salacious smile.

“It’s nice not having to worry about the tusks,” she said casually. “I used to practice with my friends, but I always had trouble making sure our tusks didn’t bang.”

A finger moved up to run almost tenderly over his cheek. “I don’t have to worry about that with humans though.”

“I guess not,” Jason murmured.

"Humans really are obscene. I’ll bet you give amazing head since you don’t have to worry about pricking a girl,” she said as she started pulling off her top.

Jason barely heard her; he was too focused on the visage before him. Adrilla looked incredible as she reached back to start unfastening her functional grey bra. It was an effortless, almost ignorant, sexiness. A mundane act shifted into something erotic. As her bra fell away, her breasts were exposed in all their glory. They bounced slightly as gravity weighed on them, but kept their sublime teardrop shape in spite of their incredible size. The light freckling that ran across the top was unexpectedly cute, in the same way that the dark blue of her areolas and surprisingly delicate nipples were undeniably sexy.

As if finally noticing his eyes upon her, her own widened, before she grinned and reached up to press the two cantaloupe sized mammaries together, the supple flesh deforming under his fingers.

“You like?” she asked smugly.

He nodded.

Her smile became almost beaming, and contrary to her earlier haste, she moved slowly as she advanced, planting a quick kiss on his chest, then his belly as she moved down. “A lot of other girls have probably never even touched a guy. Me? I’ve been with two.”

Even through his fugue he thought that odd. Was bragging about her past sexual conquests supposed to be sexy to him? Impress him? Did human guys do that? Like, it didn’t bother him, but it wasn’t exactly like it did anything for him either.

“I know exactly what guys like,” she murmured breathily as she slowly pulled down the zipper to his pants, dragging the trousers off him with one smooth movement. Jason felt his throat hitch as her powerful fingers gripped around the waistband of his briefs, exposing his throbbing erection to the elements. “I’ve got techniques that’ll blow your mind, human.”

His erection twitched as he felt the heat of her breath on the head.

“Part of me was worried it might not be big enough,” she said, as if to herself. “Some kind of sick cosmic joke. This though? This is more than enough.”

He jerked as she took him into her mouth without preamble, the heat of her insides almost scalding as that long thick tongue wrapped around his shaft like a python. The sensation of her pillowy lips on his glans was also insane, as she bobbed up and down as if to some unheard drumbeat. Her slimy tongue was thick with warm viscous drool as it lathered his member, sliding all over it, as if to paint it in its entirety.

All the while her eyes remained on his, those gleaming golden rings staring into his soul with a smug haughtiness that he found honestly intoxicating. He’d never been with a girl who he could honestly describe as ‘dominant’ before, but as the alien in his lap held his legs in place with a vice-like grip, as if afraid he might run, he found he could finally understand the appeal. Confidence was its own kind of sexy after all.

And Adrilla was all kinds of confident.

Truth be told, he didn’t last long. Four weeks without so much as jacking off had left him more than just pent up. Certainly, he lasted longer than a minute and congratulated himself for that, but any time beyond sixty seconds could have been measured in milliseconds.

“I’m- Ugh….”

Adrilla didn’t pull back. Her talented lips and tongue continued to milk him even as he exploded in her mouth with what felt like the force of a firehose. He honestly saw stars as it felt like the succubus beneath him was draining his very life force out through his balls.

When it was finally over he was left a sweat soaked and panting mess. Adrilla remained, her tongue catching probing for any of his emissions that remained. The sensation was almost painful as the rough tongue slid over his now ultra-sensitive head.

Finally though, she pulled away with an audible pop.

“Very nice,” she murmured, her freckled cheeks looking up at him. “Are all human releases so…copious?”

Jason chuckled in spite of himself. “Not hardly. It’s just been a while.”

Adrilla clambered to her feet, revealing her glorious feminine form. “It didn’t need to be. Nor does it going forward.”

Jason smiled. “I might take you up on that.”

The alien looked positively gleeful as she reached over for her bra. Jason frowned as he realized she meant to put it back on.

“What are you doing?”

She paused.

“You’re done?” she said, as if it were obvious. “Obviously I’ll want you to return the favor next time, but you can consider this a down….”

She trailed off, as her eyes alighted once more on his member, which was rapidly rising to the occasion once more.

He was nineteen, not fifty, after all. If he couldn’t go more than once in a sitting, that would have been sad. Especially after going four weeks without.

“Shil’vati guys can’t do that?” he asked.

Adrilla still seemed stunned, but his words seemed to jolt her from her stupefaction.

“No,” she said, a devilish smile taking over her features. “No, they can’t.”

Jason felt almost sorry for the guys. Having to satisfy eight women when you could only pop once before having to take a break? That was rough. It also made the males’ reticence a bit more understandable.

“Well I can.” He shrugged. “So.…”

He barely managed to finish speaking before she practically yanked him off the countertop and had him laid down on the floor of the bathroom. Which might have been a little gross if it were a regular male bathroom, but given that there were only two of them in the platoon, the thing was pretty much spotless. Hell, given that keeping it clean was part of evening inspection, the tiles practically shined from how thoroughly they were cleaned.

“Is this enthusiasm an Adrilla thing or a Shil’vati thing?” he asked.

“Both,” the Shil’vati said, eyes gleaming as she started stripping off the lower part of her jumpsuit and panties with hurried motions.

Jason had already noted in the showers that Shil’vati girls weren’t all that different down there to human girls. The lips were a little thicker, the clitoris about the size of a grape, and the color seemed to change from a dark or light blue depending on their arousal, but it was essentially the same.

Still, Jason couldn’t help but feel some small amount of intimidation as the massive alien finished stripping and towered over him, her glistening breasts heaving as a thick globule of clear fluid dripped down from her lower lips to splatter against his stomach. The viscous liquid felt positively scalding on his skin when compared to the cooled tile floor against his back.

“Are you ready, human? I’m going to rock your world.”

Excitement – and fear – warred inside him as he momentarily wondered if this engagement might end with him suffering a broken hip. That would be fun to explain, even if the regs didn’t have anything to say on the subject. Suddenly a hard-tiled floor didn’t seem the best place for this rendezvous.

“Maybe we should-”

She dropped.

Jason's eyes almost popped out of his head as his erection was forced deep into her velvety smooth insides in a single movement. God it was hot. Every inch of his length was tightly squeezed by her alien flesh, viscous fluid filling every inch of space in between.

“Fuck, I needed that.” She groaned gutturally, arching her back as she ran a hand down her side. “Your fat alien cock inside me.”

He could feel every contraction and tremor that passed through her as her insides gripped him like a glove, her scalding hot passage rippling and milking him with a tireless ferocity. From the very base right up to the sensitive tip. He could feel her juices as they dripped out around the base of his shaft, sliding down her and his thighs to pool beneath them.

“Do your human girls pale in comparison?” Adrilla asked, her freckled face filled with vindication as she slowly began to rise off him. “Pale thin things that could never stand up to a real woman.”

Jason half wanted to speak on behalf of womankind, even if her words were kind of hot, but he felt his breath driven from him again as Adrilla slammed down once more. The Shil’vati kept up a slow and heavy pace as she continued to writhe atop him. Her massive breasts bounced with every thrust, and he couldn’t help but reach up to grip them. She responded quite eagerly as he did, thrusting forward so that the purple flesh bulged between his fingers. Her hard nipples felt like ripe blueberries under his questing palms.

“Such eagerness,” she grunted. “A few thrusts and I’ve got you begging for more. Do you like my cunt that much?”

“It is pretty nice,” Jason said, sweat forming on his face as he tried to control the sensations emanating from where the two of them were joined. “Addicted, though? You’ll have to do better than that.”

Adrilla frowned slightly, sweat droplets forming on her pretty freckled skin, before she smiled and renewed her pace. Jason might have tried to make his own contributions beyond fondling her chest, but given their relative size and position, it was all he could do to keep his hips from turning to dust as the amorous alien rode him like a prize bull.

Time became an immaterial thing. There was just the two of them and the sound of their fevered mating. A sensation that only became more profound as she leaned down to kiss him, powerful arms reaching up to pin his own above his head. Her breasts ballooned against his chest. Her sweat slick stomach pressed into his own. Her tongue battled with his. All the while her insides slid against his member as she buried him inside her to the hilt, over and over as she drove both of them to ever greater heights of pleasure, the sensation like electricity shooting up his spine.

He could sense his orgasm from a mile away. Like a tidal wave building within him.

“I’m going to cum,” he grunted.

“Me too,” she replied.

In the end it was his that set off her own. His member spasmed and lurched, firing jets of his seed deep into her alien depths. The sensation was too much for Adrilla. As the hot cum splashed into her most intimate places, her insides tensed and seized, spasming around the invading organ as a massive orgasm shot through her and up her spine. Her back arched, her breasts upthrust into the air, a tableau of lust and desire. The two remained locked in place, frozen by the sensations rushing through them as thick jets of semen lanced into her.

Then it was over, Adrilla flopping down onto the floor with a gasp, the cool tiles a balm for her heated sweat slick skin. Jason groaned as his deflating member slipped from her slick tunnel. Truthfully, he was little better, a panting mess as he lay in place, his loins sore from the sheer force of his ejaculation, and his thighs drenched with Adrilla’s juices.

He smiled goofily as he stared up at the bathroom light’s overhead.

“That. Was Incredible.”

“You’re telling me,” Adrilla murmured, her cheek pressed against the floor. “I’ve never…it was never like that.”

Jason knew what she meant. He’d never cum like that before. Hell, he was slightly worried he’d torn something.

Of course, then his eyes happened to alight on his partner’s spread legs, the seed he’d just deposited there leaking from her blue lips to drip down her purple skin onto the floor.

His member twitched.

“I think I’m ready to go again.”

“Yeah, I…” Adrilla started to say, before pausing. “What?”