The human in this story is explicitly an AFAB (assigned female at birth) nonbinary individual who uses they/them pronouns. Words for female genitalia are used in reference to them, but they are not a woman and any suggestion of that is not welcome. This piece is not intended to fetishize trans/nonbinary people (Note: I myself am a nonbinary writer).
And as a bit of a content warning; this story contains rough sex which includes scratching and biting to the point of drawing blood. It's only a mild amount of blood—not gory—and the pain is completely welcomed and pleasurable for the person it's being inflicted on. But if that's not your thing, then I'd suggest you turn around now. Otherwise, enjoy!
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Lieutenant Reese Gallagher invited themself into Captain Drav Alren's fighter and made their way to the cockpit. The captain had not emerged yet, so he was likely still fuming. Training had been a disaster that morning. The cadets they were both in charge of had snuck out the night before for drinks and were subsequently sloppy—embarrassingly so. After chewing them out and sending them off (to clean the barracks until they sparkled; not nurse their hangovers), Reese decided to see to the captain in their own special way.
Drav was slumped down in his seat with the large, clawed fingers of one of his hands pressed to his face. He looked up at Reese as they touched his broad shoulder, his dark eyes still a little stormy.
Even with a face set stony in anger, he was a very handsome Ancir. His skin was a light cerulean, bearing darker blue markings on the limbs and back. The thick, tentacle-like features on his head which resembled hair fell to his shoulders and waved slightly with his movements. A scar ran along the right side of his face, leading to the stump of a severed tentacle—an old wound that he had been sore about for months.
"Are you all right, Captain?" Reese asked.
Drav sighed. "Is it too much to fucking ask for our recruits to take things seriously?"
"Apparently."
"They'd better smarten up if they don't want to blow up. I wouldn't put it past this lot to showboat their way right into enemy fire," Drav said, shaking his head. "Anyway; what did you want, Lieutenant Gallagher?"
Reese walked around to the front of his seat, putting their hands on either armrest and leaning into his space.
"Well, I thought you might like at least one good thing out of today," they said. "Or at least to blow off a little steam."
Drav's irritation melted into a toothy grin, his sharp teeth gleaming in the light. "What did you have in mind?"
Reese hummed. "I could suck your cock and then we'll see where that takes us?"
They stepped back and to the side as Drav stood. Like all Ancir, he was tall; Reese's head reached the center of his chest. They palmed him through his flight suit, feeling his big cock underneath the fabric twitching in interest. A low growl rumbled from his throat.
"As long as where it takes us is to me buried deep in your hot, dripping pussy," he said, sending a shiver down Reese's back as they began unzipping his suit.
"Of course. As always, Captain," they said.
Within moments, Drav's flight suit and the friction guard underneath were pooled around his ankles, leaving him standing in just his tight underwear. His growing bulge throbbed enticingly in its thin confines.
Reese crouched and pulled his underwear down over his thighs and calves. His cock was freed, still needing a little inspiration. The scent of his musk permeated the air, potent after the training they had done. It drove Reese wild and they brought their mouth onto him.
They licked down his shaft to his balls which they sucked and mouthed at as their fingers stroked him. The flesh under their hand swiftly grew hot and hard, thrumming with Drav's increasing pulse. The captain groaned as they licked a stripe up the underside of his cock and swirled their tongue around his head.
