ShipMates (yautjas x f. human) - Chapter 9 (nsfw) (Patreon)

Hello friends! Here's Chapter Nine for you, from the Reader's POV, continuing on from Elder's in the previous chapter where things got rather steamy. There is only plot in this at the very end. The rest is alien smut. There's no way to disguise it.

Content: consensual voyeurism, fingering, reader receives oral, non-human anatomy (tentacle dicks, slit/sheath, mandibles), passing out on orgasm (aliens, not reader), anal sex (between aliens), size difference (Cannon x reader), hair (tresses??) pulling and some (attempted) displays of dominance... Just... lots of sex between the lot of them haha.

Wordcount: 6121 (!)

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Elder came beneath you with a roar that shook the empty glasses on the dining table where Alchemist had come so spectacularly just the previous night. It made your ears ring, but it was the sensation of his sheath constricting in almost painfully tight waves around your fingers that left you gasping and breathless.

Come flooded his sheath and immediately began to drip out around your fingers and wrist and onto the leather-like fabric of the couch between his creamy-gold thighs. His cock had never hardened fully to slide free of the sheath, but you could feel it pulsing and working inside as he emptied himself into his own sheath, and his entire body convulsed beneath you, hard enough that you had to grip him with your thighs just to stay perched in his lap.

A second, desperate, hissing, snarling roar joined the echo of Elder’s still ringing in your ears, and you turned around from your perch on Elder’s thighs to see Stark’s last frantic thrusts dissolve into a paroxysm of ecstasy. Bellowing, he emptied himself into the big guy, claws digging in until pinpricks of bright green blood blossomed around their black tips. His back was arched away from his huge mate, his head thrown back, his black tresses dangling down behind him. His mandibles had flared wide as he yelled his pleasure to the whole ship, his pelvis pressed flush against his mate’s backside.

“Holy shit,” you exhaled, still with your fingers inside Elder, transfixed by the spectacle unfolding around you. It didn’t feel real, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to enjoy it. Thoroughly.

The big guy’s proportionally big cock swung free and hard and dripping wet beneath him, and a second later it twitched and jerked, and he came untouched all over the crate and the floor beneath him in thick, white ropes.

In the space of a few minutes, you’d witnessed three aliens spill their damned brains out through their cocks, and who now looked stunned and spent, and utterly gorgeous in the wake of it all.

Yeah, that hadn’t been on your bingo card for this trip either.

Elder didn’t move beneath you, and as you made to climb off his lap and wait for him to come-to again, the door at the far end of the common room opened to reveal Alchemist. His quick, dark eyes took in the scene and he approached at a steady walk, like a panther moving through the shadows, but as he drew closer, you heard him crooning softly under his breath. Around his slim hips, you watched the draping flow of white silk over lean muscle, and the fabric was so thin you could see the shape of his thighs and pelvis through it.

He stopped and stared down at Elder with his jaws softly parted, and then he rasped, “You made him come in his sheath. Oh, you pretty, sweet thing, you made him come in his sheath.”

For a second, you didn’t reply. You’d not heard him speak that fluently before, and it took you way longer than it should have done to realise that you could understand him because of the ear piece sitting nestled in your ear canal. It was so comfortable, you’d forgotten you were wearing it.

Alchemist regarded you, his long, thin tresses draped elegantly over his chocolate brown shoulders, and his onyx-tusked mandibles twitched before he spoke again. “Gods, how do I ask you this when you can’t understand me…?” he sighed. “I… I need… I need to have him…”

“Go ahead,” you smiled, climbing the rest of the way off Elder’s lap. “He said one of you would want him if you found him like this.”

Alchemist stared steadily at you before chittering something that was clearly just a non-verbal noise of appreciation, like a hum, and mounted him in a swift motion, like a practised rider mounting a familiar stallion. He lifted up the gauze of his skirts and you saw the tip of his cock had already started to unsheathe itself.

“You made him come inside,” he repeated, sounding awestruck, bowing his head over his older mate and sending his tresses spilling all over Elder’s chest and shoulders. He shivered at the contact. “I can’t tell you how long it’s been since he’s been able to do that.” He sounded stunned and more than a little impressed.

You zipped up your own trousers and sank down on to the couch beside Elder, reaching for one of his thicker tresses and caressing your cleaner hand down its length. “These are very sensitive, aren’t they, Alchemist?” you asked and he nodded.

He held Elder’s muscular waist in both hands and began slowly rocking his hips over Elder’s slit.

You couldn’t see where they joined because of the folds of fabric of his skirt, so you extended your hand and traced your fingertips up Alchemist’s dark thigh. The messy fingertips, still covered in Elder’s slick and come. Alchemist grunted and his hips stalled in their regular, sinuous rhythm. “May I?”

He nodded and grunted, “Yes. Gods, yes you can touch me, you sweet thing… Anywhere you like. Gods, I —” He cut off abruptly as you ran your fingertip down the intimate seam of his hip and pelvis, finding a coating of slick that had escaped his sheath while his cock unfurled.

You decided to run your fingers around the place where he and Elder were joined, where Alchemist’s pale cock sank into Elder’s full sheath, and you were rewarded for your curiosity with a curse that was roughly translated by the device into, ‘fuck my father’. 

You laughed a little and shuffled closer, still holding Elder’s tress in one hand and teasing Alchemist with your other.

A shadow moved behind Alchemist and you looked up to see Stark looming over him. Your heart skipped a beat and you faltered, fingers retreating.

Without looking at him, Alchemist snarled, “I swear to the Gods of Life and Death, Stark, if you frighten her into stopping I will skin you in your sleep.”

“Wasn’t going to,” Stark replied, and the device in your ear gave his gravelly voice an oddly strangled tone. “You’re enjoying her attention way too much.”

“She made him come in his sheath, Stark,” Alchemist grunted, upping the pace of his thrusts to something just shy of fevered already. “He’s soaked. There’s so much of it. It’s everywhere. Listen to him…”

“I am.”

Stark reached out and ran his hand down Alchemist’s thin tresses and then, when Alchemist shuddered, he grabbed a fistful of them and tugged his head back so sharply that Alchemist’s slender mandibles flared wide enough to reveal his black tongue within and he snarled openly at Stark.

“Do not. Fuck. With me,” Alchemist hissed.

“You like being fucked with,” Stark snorted. “Plus, the human’s watching you and I think she likes it.”

Alchemist’s dark eyes flickered to your face and when he found you sliding your fingers beneath your waistband again, he cursed. “Oh, fuck my face,” he growled. “Look at her.”

“As soft and pretty as she is, I’d rather look at you just now,” Stark whispered, leaning down and raking his mandibles over Alchemist’s left cheek til their tusks tangled briefly. The tender gesture stood in livid contrast to the rough manhandling he was giving Alchemist’s treses and it made you moan quietly, heat flaring along your bones at the sight of it. For all his bluster and snarling, Stark clearly adored his mates. 

A second shape appeared behind Stark and you turned hazy eyes up, and up and up, to see the big guy regarding you. Holy shit. He had to be at least eight feet tall, and broad as a city block across the shoulder.

When Alchemist saw that your gaze had wandered a second time, he did try to look behind him then, only to have Stark snatch at his tresses again and hold him in place with a threatening snarl.

It was then that you heard the big guy speak for the first time. His voice was soft as crushed velvet, and appropriately deep to match his size, but he spoke gently, and a little slowly. “Will one of you give her my name? I cannot articulate her language.”

“You can give it to me yourself,” you smiled at him, hardly slowing your fingers against your clit. You should have been ashamed — appalled — at what you were doing, but propriety had been sucked out of the airlock a long time ago.

They all stopped at that and stared at you.

Smiling, you turned your ear towards Alchemist and Stark and said, “Elder gave me a gift. I can understand you.”

“Fuck,” Alchemist laughed, and rocked his hips once. The wet sound of his cock plunging into Elder’s come-drenched sheath was breathtakingly obscene in the quiet that had descended around the four of you.

“So,” you smiled, turning back to the big guy. “If you wanted to give me your name, you can.”

“It’s Cannon,” he said, giving you a steady, level look. 

He was completely naked, and somehow his enormous cock had mostly resheathed itself, but you still let your eyes roam up his colossal, crocodile-green body from his hips to his face. He had Stark’s release carelessly dribbling all down the inside of his huge thighs and the dark green tip of his cock was visible in his slit, glistening wet and looking almost like a swollen clitoris between the puffy folds of his sheath’s entrance, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. 

“Cannon,” you repeated. “Thank you.” And you told him your name.

“May I touch you?” he asked.

“Sure.” 

Why the hell not?

He smiled, mandibles widening, and you felt the urge to hook your fingers around his massive ivory tusks and tug on them just to see how strong he was. Thick and banded with cartilage in a way the others’ weren't, they looked like they could punch through concrete, and there was a gnarled look to them that reminded you of a boxer’s ears.

He moved carefully, but before you really knew what was happening, he had physically picked you up by the hips and set you on your feet beside Alchemist. He took your place on the couch and then drew you down into his lap, your back to his chest. 

With battle-scarred fingers, he worked your trousers properly undone again and dragged them down your thighs, revealing the tattered mess of your underwear that Elder had left. At that discovery, he gave a long, low-frequency rattling and clicking right in your ear that made your back arch and your head drop back onto his pecs.

“Elder did that to you?” Alchemist asked as he resumed a slower fucking in and out of Elder’s sheath this time. 

Elder remained unconscious, but you could see his cock starting to slide free under the insistent force of Alchemist’s inside him. He was perhaps half-hard, and the base was a deep, vibrant orange that faded all the way up his tapering shaft to a rich, creamy gold at the tip. Pre-come collected there and drooled off onto the tough, textured skin of his abs, and you stared at it, mesmerised, for a moment before replying.

“Yes,” you whispered. “He made sure I came before he did.”

“Good,” Cannon rumbled in your ear.

“Would you like to come again?” Alchemist asked, his gaze locking with Cannon’s behind you.

Cannon’s massive, dark green hand was just sitting over your mound, his taloned fingertips only millimetres from your clit, his heavy palm resting on your lower stomach, caressing gentle circles over your skin as though he couldn’t believe how delicate you felt. 

In truth, you felt very vulnerable and delicate now in a way you never had before. But, hand in hand with that, came a feeling of being cherished; protected; valued. These strange creatures wanted you, but it went beyond that. They listened when you spoke, and were interested in you beyond passing politeness. They evidently cared about your pleasure too, which made a nice change. 

“Yes,” you breathed.

Cannon leaned down and nuzzled the side of your head with his cheek. “Would you like me to do it?”

“Yes.”

His fingertip slipped beneath the band of your ripped underwear, and it was large enough that just one finger could caress your sensitive clit and cover it completely. He was exquisitely gentle with you. 

“Like that?” he asked, and when you bucked and grunted as sharp pleasure shot through you, he lifted his clawed finger off you before he caught your flesh with it and added, “Careful.”

Panting, you nodded. “Yes, like that.”

Beneath you, you felt him shift his hips a little.

“You like this too, Cannon?” you asked in a hoarse whisper and he rumbled something so deep and low in his chest that you felt it ripple through you more than you actually heard it. 

He kept up that pace, slow and syrupy as molasses, nudging and massaging around your clit until you thought you were going to die from how good it felt. You arched and writhed but he never shifted his pace, no matter what you did. He followed you like iron on a magnet, no matter how you squirmed, always finding that perfect spot that teased you almost into coming, but not quite.

“Please, Cannon, please,” you choked, your hands scrabbling at his tough-skinned forearms as he just held you by one hip and continued his torturous pace.

He was purring now, a constant, idling-engine in your ear, and he caressed your head with his cheek.

You tore your eyes open to see if the others were watching you and found Alchemist steadily fucking into Elder while keeping his gaze focused on Cannon’s hand between your legs. He was drooling a little, his mandibles hanging softly. He looked hypnotised. 

To your surprise, Cannon gave a whickering laugh and jutted his chin. “You’ve got enough to occupy you, Alchemist. Stop thinking about fucking her and give Elder another one.”

Beneath you, Cannon’s cock had been coming gradually unsheathed again, writhing slowly up between your cheeks each time you shifted, and you could now feel it pressing wet and hot and hard against your skin.

“Wait,” you panted, and Cannon halted for the first time, lifting his touch away from you and chirruping a question at you. 

Inelegantly, you shucked your trousers and ruined underwear the rest of the way down your legs and sat back down on his thighs before he could process what you were doing, and as you sank onto his slick lap, his cock slid back perfectly between your cheeks. A long, punched out groan left him and he curled forwards at the sensation, and as you began to grind yourself up and down his trapped cock, he started to rumble again. It wasn’t quite a purr, but it wasn’t a growl either.

His huge, dangerous mandibles fluttered over your shoulder and he lifted you up by the hips, allowing his cock to slide up between your legs instead and rest against your wet lips and sensitive clit.

“There,” he murmured. “Like that. Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” you exhaled, nodding and looking down. 

His huge cock curved up between your thighs and over your drenched, swollen core, and like a tentacle it pressed itself against your mound and up your stomach to your belly button. For a wild moment, you imagined him inside you, and you tipped your head back and groaned.

“He’s too big for you, princess,” Stark sneered at you from Alchemist’s other side. 

He had moved away, you realised, and was now leaning his hips against a table near the end of the curved bench to watch you all, and since he was dressed with his armoured loincloth on, you couldn't see if he was hard or not.

He had his arms folded over his chest, the picture of nonchalance, and you might have believed him completely unaffected by what he was seeing, had Runt not entered the common room at that moment and halted abruptly, taking in the sight of all of you before shuddering and keening. 

The sound was that same, almost painful noise he’d made when he’d thought he’d acted against your will in bed, and Stark responded to it the way someone responds to a fire alarm: instantly and with great urgency, though without any panic.

Immediately, he opened his arms and crooned softly, inviting Runt over to him. 

“Hush, baby,” he smiled, his tone so utterly different from how he had just spoken to you, it was hard to believe it had come from the same, pincered mouth. “Hush.”

Runt stared longingly at you in Cannon’s lap and let Stark caress his short bob of tresses and run his claws down his naked chest. Like Stark, he was armoured about the hips, but nowhere else. He stared at you though, watching the way Cannon’s huge cock nestled erect between your thighs and over your stomach, precome spurting occasionally from the tip when it twitched and coiled weakly against you. 

“Look at her,” he breathed, his voice a touch higher-pitched than the others, and a little less rough. “She’s so beautiful… I… She made me come this morning. I… I wanted her, but I didn’t know how, or if… I don't know humans, and I didn’t know if it was safe… for her…”

“Hush,” Stark snapped. “She can understand us now.”

Runt blinked. “You can?”

You nodded and then grunted as Cannon dragged the pad of his finger up over your clit again. Fighting off another wild buck, you tried to speak, but you sounded utterly wrecked. 

“Yeah, he gave me a device to translate your speech. It’s ok, Runt. You didn’t have to… to reciprocate this morning. And you were — oh fuck, Cannon, there, like that… — you were so beautiful too. I can’t believe how many times you came for me…” you added with a wry laugh. “Elder came the moment I told him, you know? That’s what undid him.”

“He did?” both Stark and Runt said together, and Runt laughed shyly.

“I’m not surprised,” he added. “It’s been a while since I’ve come that much outside of a heat. If… ever.”

Stark growled then, possessive and dirty and feral, and he grabbed a hold of Runt’s throat and pushed him back against the table while he delved beneath his skirts with his other hand. “How many, Runt?” he snarled, mandibles wide in his face. “Fuck, you’re soaked already.”

Runt laughed, clearly unfazed by the aggressive dominance, and he parted his legs easily enough.

He didn't tell Stark though, and rolled his head to regard you. “Tell him for me? I was unconscious, after all,” he purred coyly. 

You let the silence drag, even as Cannon dragged his finger over you again. 

You needed more, but with his claws, he wasn’t prepared to crook his fingers into you the way you needed. The only way you were going to get anything inside you was either by taking one of their cocks inside you, or having them eat you out. The idea of their prickling tusks resting against your tender flesh while a tongue flickered in and out of you was almost enough to set you off, and Cannon felt it and adjusted your weight in his lap with a grunt.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he murmured, nuzzling the crown of your head again with his chin. His cock twitched and leaked some more onto your stomach, the precome dribbling now down your skin until it hit your clit, and you writhed again as he added his to your own mess.

“Yes.”

“What do you need?”

“More…” you gasped.

“More how?”

“Inside… deeper… just a little…” you begged.

“I can’t use my knuckles from this angle,” he grunted, trying to use the knuckle of his thumb to reach where you needed. It was so close. So, so close, but it wasn’t going to make you come.

You reached down your own body, trailing your fingertips along the smooth surface of his writhing, hard cock first to soothe him.

“Let me,” you whispered. “I can touch myself while you keep doing that…”

You drew little descending circles on his cock as you spoke and he gave a deep, visceral grunt that made his chest cave in and his abs curl inwards again.

“Let me do it?” came a plaintive voice from across the room, and you looked up to see Runt leaning back on the table and resting his weight on his elbows while Stark was now fisting his exposed cock. He looked so nonchalant, lounging back like that, but oh so slutty too. You bit your lower lip and your core tightened. 

Stark snarled at him, as if to protest, but when you nodded, Runt grinned at him, flared his mandibles in a false threat display, and sauntered over to you, leaving Stark alone by the table and looking furious.

“How can I do it?” Runt asked as he came to a halt in front of you and Cannon.

“You could use your mouth, I guess?” you said, and a shiver ran through the others.

Runt dropped to his knees between your and Cannon’s parted thighs without question though, and he used his hand to draw Cannon’s cock to one side to expose your wet sex. Cannon grunted as his cock clearly tried to curl itself around Runt’s hand, and Runt caressed his length considerately for a few seconds.

After a while it became obvious that he was stalling though, and a little anxious. “How?” he whispered, looking to your face with his large, green eyes.

“Your tongue,” you moaned as Cannon withdrew his fingers and rested his trembling hands on your parted thighs to allow Runt full access to you. “Just there, like this,” you said, and you used your fingers to show him what you wanted him to do with his tongue.

Runt’s cock twitched visibly while he knelt there, his dripping sheath and all that drooling precome creating a small puddle on the floor beneath his pelvis, and he placed his hands on your inner thighs before bending close and flaring his mouth parts wide. His long, dark, forked tongue flickered out, briefly gracing your clit and your lips, and you bucked so hard in Cannon’s lap that the big alien had to hold you down in place for Runt to try again.

It didn’t take long for Runt to find his rhythm, delving in and out of you and lapping up the taste of you with an ardour you found completely intoxicating. Cannon’s cock began to drool a thick, constant stream of precome onto your hip, twitching and jerking as Runt’s cheek pressed against it, trapping it against your thigh, and soon you felt little tremors going through him beneath you.

You let your head loll back against his chest and looked up at him to find him staring transfixed at Runt between your thighs. “You like this, big guy?” you asked and he nodded slowly.

Alchemist was still fucking into Elder, but he now had Elder’s half-hard cock in one hand too, working it in time with his own thrusts. Then your attention was drawn by Stark as he pushed slowly off the table where he’d lost Runt to you, and prowled round behind Alchemist.

He unclipped the waistband of his armoured loincloth and let it fall to the floor with a clank that cut through the slick sounds of pleasure coming from both Alchemist’s and Runt’s efforts. Stark’s steel-grey cock was more than halfway out, and as he ran his fist along its length, you saw how wet he was too. It coated his fingers as he swirled his fist roughly around his tip, gathering it all on his hand before he took that slick and smeared it artlessly across Alchemist’s hole.

In response, the darker alien tipped his head back and laughed softly over his shoulder. “You feeling left out, Stark?”

“Yes,” Stark replied flatly. “Hold still a second for me, love.”

But Alchemist didn’t slow his rhythm. “I’m close, Stark. I’m close. So’s he,” he added, toying with Elder’s cock lying draped across his fist. “I can feel it. He’s going to give me another one, Stark. I’m going to make him come again.”

“You fucking wait for me,” Stark snarled, grabbing a fistful of Alchemist’s tresses and then shoving his head downwards to bend him over and give him better access to his hole. Alchemist hissed at him, but didn't stop him, and Stark seated himself to the hilt inside Alchemist in a single stroke.

Alchemist roared and stalled at last, his fist still gripping Elder’s leaking cock, but when Stark leaned down over him and raked his fingers through his thin tresses in what looked like an apology, he shivered and laughed softly; fondly; like one who’s experienced it many times before, and had been expecting it this time. Perhaps who’d even orchestrated it. 

“You wait for me,” Stark said again but this time it was plaintive and almost a question. 

Runt hadn’t stopped his mesmeric patterns around and into your cunt, and just as he began to intensify his focus down to the spot where you knew you were going to come, Cannon gave a grunt of warning and Runt grabbed his cock for him and worked it without breaking rhythm. 

Cannon gave another gasp, his fingers clamping down on your thighs, thumbs on the inside, fingers on the outside muscle, steel claws shaking with the effort of not puncturing your skin as his climax rushed towards him. Then he bucked upwards, back arching, lifting you up bodily with his hips, and he came in a near-silent rush.

He shot his release all up your shirt between your breasts and up your neck as he seized and groaned, and his come dripped down your body and onto your clit too; into Runt’s mouth and you watched it. The moment a huge drop of it hit Runt’s black tongue after sliding over your clit, your mind went white and you came too, bucking and shuddering against his tongue as he worked you right the way through it.

“Holy shit,” Alchemist gasped, and you heard him get faster and harder, which made Stark growl at him not to stop.

A muted grunt sounded from between your thighs, and a heavy weight nudged against your leg, but you were too out of it to realise what had happened, and you rolled your head to the right just in time to see Elder’s body lock up, bucking weakly of its own accord beneath Alchemist’s weight. The way his sheath contracted around Alchemist’s cock was enough to tip him over the edge too, and he emptied himself into Elder’s already full sheath while Elder’s cock shot ropes of come up his own chest.

Stark was the only one left, and although he’d started a lot later than the rest of you, he leaned down at bit into Alchemist’s shoulder while he fucked his ass harder and harder, shunting Alchemist’s spent cock further into Elder’s sheath, until he came too, shouting his pleasure around the bite until the sound faded into a guttural snarl.

It was only as you wrenched your eyes away from Stark that you realised Runt must have come, because he was slumped unconscious at your feet, with his shoulder resting against your knee and the rest of his body buttressed up by a strategically extended shin from Cannon.

You looked up at Cannon then, and he smiled slowly, his scarred, punch-mangled mandibles widening a little and his startlingly red eyes going soft.

“Holy shit,” you exhaled. “That… escalated quickly.”

Cannon huffed a deep laugh and carefully lifted you out of his lap to settle you beside him before stooping and gathering the unconscious Runt up off the floor and into his arms. He lolled like a rag doll, his cock out and a great mess trailing down his thighs, and Cannon laid him across his lap and tenderly brushed his claws across Runt’s throat, crooning wordlessly.

Stark withdrew roughly from Alchemist, making the latter grunt and hunch forwards, but it allowed him to slide free of Elder’s sheath and stand on shaky legs. He ran his knuckle up from beneath Elder’s swollen slit to catch a drop of come before it dripped onto the floor and wipe it onto Elder’s stained torso. The action was more about tenderness than housekeeping because the mess the lot of you had made together was all over the bench and the floor. 

Alchemist caressed Elder’s splayed tresses, then reached underneath them to cup his jaw and the back of his head.

You watched, dazed and a little embarrassed now that the heat of the moment was cooling all around you, as Elder inhaled and blinked awake.

He gazed up at Alchemist blankly for a moment and then smiled. “Hello, love,” he crooned. And then he must have remembered how this whole thing had started because he croaked your name and looked around.

When he saw Cannon with Runt just coming-to in his lap, and you seated, half-naked and bearing the evidence of Cannon’s orgasm all over your t-shirt, he inhaled deeply, his chest rising like a blacksmith’s bellows. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Fine,” you smiled. “More than fine. Cannon and Runt took good care of me while Alchemist and Stark took care of you.”

Elder relaxed a little and eased himself into a more comfortable, more upright pose on the seat. “The state of us,” he scoffed, scowling at his own chest and then jutting his chin at you. “Honestly. Go and clean up, all of you.”

He didn't seem angry, but they moved off on his orders anyway. Alchemist turned to face you before he went though, and left you with a long, lingering look.

As you stood and stepped unsteadily into your trousers, not even bothering with your wrecked underwear, you shot Cannon a look. “What was that for?” you asked, nodding in the direction of Alchemist’s exit.

He sighed. “I believe he was concerned for you.” He fixed you with that ruby red stare and tilted his head. “Are you really alright?”

“I’m fine,” you smiled. “I mean… It’s not like I expected anything like this when I said I’d like to travel with you guys for a bit, but… I’m not exactly complaining.” You eyed Runt in his arms and added, “Is he ok?”

Cannon chuckled and stood up with a half-conscious Runt still draped in his arms. Runt moaned and nuzzled his bare chest, and Cannon chuckled again. “I will take him to his room. Will you manage alright?”

“I’ll be fine, Cannon,” you reassured him, enjoying having a name to put to him at last.

Stark had locked arms with Elder and was tugging him to his feet, and the older alien swayed for a moment, holding Stark’s arm tightly while Stark hardly moved at all. Like a stone buttress holding up an old building, Stark steadied him, and the two left the room together.

You unashamedly enjoyed the sight of Cannon’s muscular backside as he strode ahead of you towards the corridor where your room, Runt’s room, and apparently Stark’s room all sat, wondering what the hell you’d got yourself into.

An hour later, after you’d changed into the last of your clean clothes, and following a hot shower to wash all the evidence of what could only be described as an actual orgy from your body (you’d even got some of Cannon’s come in your eyebrow), a knock sounded at the door, and you called out, “Come in!”

Runt appeared and stepped in, shuffling his clawed feet a little and looking apprehensive. “Are you alright?” he asked. “That was… a lot.”

You looked at him then, with his short tresses swinging and his symmetrical mandibles twitching inwards, the tips clicking gently over one another, and the knot of tension you'd been carrying inside you for years without noticing its presence anymore simply unravelled. 

You smiled. 

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m… I’m feeling better than I have in a really long time. I can’t explain it —” How could you? You weren’t even the same species “— but… I feel like this is… right.”

“I’m glad,” he said, bowing his head. He spoke your name and came a little closer, still obviously not wanting to intrude. “I was wondering… when you return from collecting your belongings with Elder, may… may I do that again… with you…?”

“You want to eat me out again?” you laughed quietly. “Oh Runt, of course you can.”

If he could have blushed, you sensed he would have done, dipping his head and chittering softly. “You should be somewhere more comfortable though,” he suggested, his gaze flickering to the bed behind you.

“I don’t know, Cannon’s lap was pretty damned comfortable.”

He smirked at that, just one upper mandible lifting. “It is, I’ll give you that.” He approached you then and put his hands on your waist, purring gently. “Cannon really likes you, by the way.”

“Does he now?” you grinned, reaching up for his mandibles and looping your forefingers gently over the lower tusks.

Runt gave a soft grunt and tugged you close to him, fingers tightening. “Mn.”

“And Elder? What does he think of me?”

“He likes you. A lot. Can’t you tell?”

You chuckled, moving your hands to squeeze Runt’s strong shoulders. “I might have guessed…”

“It takes a lot of trust for those of us built like me and him to… let go like that.”

“And yet you two were the first to let me touch you,” you said, one eyebrow rising a little.

“Yeah,” he rasped.

“Alchemist is hard to read,” you admitted. “And I know Stark hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Runt chuckled. “He hates change. Once he’s used to you, you’ll see the real him.”

“He’s certainly protective of you,” you said and lowered your hands to run them in a chaste pass down his chest to his hips, where you held him in a mirror of his own pose.

His claws pricked through your trousers but he didn’t hurt you. “Always has been.”

“And what about you, Runt?”

“What about me?”

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

His reply was immediate; his eyes open and glassy. “Yes.”

“I guess I’d better go get my stuff then.”

He pulled you close and raked his claws tenderly across your scalp, purring softly. “Yes,” he murmured. “Elder is waiting, and Stark has the fighter ready.”

So you walked down the ramp of their ‘mothership’ and crossed the clearing back towards the fighter. Halfway between the two ships, you glanced back and saw Runt standing on the ramp. Then the outline of the ship flickered and disappeared, leaving only the rectangle of the hatchway visible with Runt still standing there, before the hatch closed and the mothership vanished completely.

You shook your head, astonished at their technology, and turned to see Stark sitting in the high cockpit of the little fighter ship. The hatch was closed and as Stark regarded you, he flared his mandibles and the fighter ship blinked out of sight too, leaving you seemingly alone in the middle of the clearing.

For a wild, horrible moment, you thought they were leaving you there — that this had all been a sick joke — and your heart plummeted, but then the ramp opened in the fighter with a hiss, and you heard Elder yelling at Stark for being a heartless cretin, and you found yourself fighting off a smile as you closed the distance to the smaller ship. So, Stark liked to play little pranks, did he?

Elder apologised for his mate’s childish behaviour, then extended his clawed hand to you. You took it as he helped you up onto the ramp and led you into the ship.

He held your hand later too as you walked away from your apartment with a huge bag of yours slung on his back — the bag now also disguised by their cloaking technology too — and you dragged a second massive suitcase along with you. 

He held your hand as you boarded the fighter ship in the park again, and vanished from human view undetected, heading back to their ship to begin a new chapter of your life with a crew of four mates as their new human stowaway.

As much as you had loved your research, you had to admit that this was a million times more exhilarating than frogs.

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