Star Thrust Part 1 ch. 10

HELLO everyone. I think I found the culprit for why the chapter might have been blocked. Maybe. Even if this goes through though, I am still going to start posting more on the other platform and anything too spicy for here will go there.

Alternative Diplomacy

Captain’s Log, Number 9892-498. Time: 0900 hrs.

We’ve just completed a rendezvous with a Qarthi cultural vessel in Sector Nine. Two Qarthi ambassadors have beamed aboard for what was supposed to be a brief stopover while their shuttle undergoes maintenance. Their mission involves traveling to various Confederation planets to secure performance slots and merchant opportunities for their people. Star Force Command wants us to use this opportunity to discuss recruitment initiatives. Apparently the Qarthi Republic has been reluctant to encourage their citizens to join Star Force, citing concerns about our so-called “rigid military culture.” I’m not entirely sure what that means, but I hope Lieutenant D'ala Yeshka, a Qarthi herself, can help me find out.

The shuttle they arrived in suffered a malfunction with its primary drive coil during their last jump. Engineering estimates it’ll take six to eight hours to repair. In the meantime, I’ve asked Commander Rem and Lieutenant Yeshka to give our guests a tour of the ship and make them feel welcome. Should be routine. I don’t foresee anything unexpected taking place today.

Computer, end recording.

***

The door to Hawke’s quarters chimed and he looked up from the report he’d been reviewing. “Come in.”

The door slid open to reveal Galadria, D'ala, and Moxie standing in the corridor with their two guests.

Hawke stood up from his desk and understood what Command had meant about cultural differences.

The two Qarthi women wore what could generously be called minimal attire. Jeweled loincloths hung low on their hips, connected by delicate chains that sparkled every time they moved. Their tops consisted of ornamental bras designed more for decoration than function, with gemstones and metallic filigree barely covering what needed covering. Both women had the characteristic green skin of their species, though one was a darker emerald shade while the other was closer to D'ala’s lighter tone. Their hair was styled elaborately, woven with more jewelry and small bells that chimed softly when they moved.

They were beautiful. That much was obvious. But what struck Hawke more was how comfortable they appeared in their own skin. Neither woman showed any self-consciousness about their state of undress. They carried themselves with confidence and poise that made their outfits seem natural.

The darker-skinned woman stepped forward first and extended her hand. “Captain Hawke. I am Velira, and this is my colleague Sheena. Thank you for allowing us aboard your vessel while our shuttle undergoes repairs.”

Hawke clasped her hand. Her grip was warm and firm. “The pleasure is mine. Welcome aboard the U.S.S. Brock Clayton.”

He gestured to the three officers standing behind them, all wearing standard regulation Star Force uniforms—the modest, high-collared white uniforms with full-length pants that covered everything from neck to boots. D'ala had actually tried to campaign for the sexier uniforms, but Hawke had been forced to refuse, considering the secrecy of their mission. "I've asked Commander Rem and Lieutenant Yeshka to give you a tour of the ship. I hope you'll find our accommodations comfortable."

Velira's gaze swept around his quarters with the air of someone who'd seen a hundred similar captain's quarters across a dozen species' fleets. When she looked back at him, her expression was pleasant but reserved. "I'm sure we will. Your ship appears accommodating enough for our very short stay." She glanced at the three officers in their regulation attire and something like disappointment appeared briefly on her face. "Though I see the rumors about Star Force's conservative nature weren't exaggerated."

Sheena nodded in agreement. "We were hoping things might be different on a smaller vessel. More progressive, perhaps. But..." She gestured at the buttoned-up uniforms, the pristine regulations on display. "It seems Star Force is Star Force, no matter the posting."

D'ala's smile tightened just slightly, and she exchanged a quick glance with Galadria. Both were trying not to dwell on the irony. "We maintain proper protocols when hosting distinguished guests."

"How diplomatic of you." Velira's tone wasn't unkind, just weary. "Well, shall we see the rest of your prim, protocol-adherent vessel?"

Galadria nodded once, keeping her expression unreadable. "Follow me. We will start with the bridge and work our way through the primary decks."

The group filed out of his quarters. Once the door slid shut, Hawke allowed himself a long exhale. This was going to be an interesting day.

He tapped his communicator. “Hawke to Lieutenant Karra.”

Shayden’s voice came back right away. “Karra here, Captain.”

“Status on the Qarthi shuttle?”

“We’ve got it in the tractor beam now, sir. Bringing it into the shuttle bay. Engineering estimates six hours for the drive coil replacement.”

“Acknowledged. Good work, Lieutenant.”

He closed the channel and returned to his desk. Six hours. He could use that time to catch up on some administrative work. Maybe even get some rest if he was lucky. Hopefully, in the meantime, D'ala could cozy up to their visitors and tell him what he needed to know to make an impression and make sure Admiral Sloss was pleased once this brief mission concluded.

That hope lasted approximately forty minutes.

Hawke was still in his quarters when Shayden’s face appeared on the viewscreen on his desk. She’d changed into a maintenance jumpsuit and had what looked like grease smeared across her forehead.

“Captain, we’re ready to dock at the checkpoint station for supplies. The Qarthi shuttle repairs are progressing well, but we’ll need some additional components that aren’t in our inventory.”

“Understood. Proceed with docking procedures.”

Shayden nodded and then added, “Sir, if you don’t mind, I’d like to assist the maintenance crew with bringing the supplies aboard once we’re docked. It’ll speed up the process considerably.”

“That’s fine, Lieutenant. Ensign Moxani and I can handle the bridge.”

“Thank you, sir. One more thing.” Shayden’s expression shifted. Her red eyes met his through the screen. “Regulations state that an ensign can’t assume sole command of the bridge. If you were planning to continue resting in your quarters, you’ll need to stay on the bridge instead. Sorry, Captain.”

Right. He’d forgotten about that particular regulation. Ensigns couldn’t sit in the captain’s chair without another officer present, except for emergency situations. It was an old rule, but it was a rule nonetheless.

“No problem, Lieutenant. I’ll take my break on the bridge. Hawke out.”

The screen went dark. He stood up, straightened his uniform shirt, left his quarters, and made his way back to the bridge where Ensign Moxani was anxiously waiting at her own station. She reacted with an obvious sigh of relief when he settled into the captain’s chair, making him chuckle. 

Moxie moved to her science station and busied herself with routine sensor sweeps. The bridge was quiet except for the low hum of the ship’s systems and the occasional beep from her console.

After a few minutes, she cleared her throat. “Captain?”

“Yes, Ensign?”

She fidgeted with one of her braids. Her antennae twitched nervously. “I promised myself that every time we were alone together, I would try to do something new with you. To push our relationship forward.”

Hawke turned his chair to face her. “You don’t need to force anything, Moxie. We can take as much time as you need. Besides, we may be alone, but we’re also on the bridge. There is a chance, however slim, that we could be interrupted.”

“I know.” She stood and moved closer to his chair, her hands folding together in front of her. “But a promise is a promise, sir.” Her pale white cheeks flushed a soft pink as her antennae squirmed. 

“Alright,” Hawke said, arching a brow. “What’s the plan?”

“Well, sir… You’ve already seen me naked. We’ve kissed, too. So today I think I’d like to try the next logical step.”

His heart rate picked up as he noticed her licking her lips. “What did you have in mind?”

She bit her lower lip and her face flushed darker. “I want to try... using my mouth on you. The way Galadria described in her report about your first encounter. I’ve been reading up on it since then, and I think I’m ready to give it a shot.”

Hawke’s head took a moment to catch up with her mouth. She wanted to give him a blowjob. Here. On the bridge. While they were technically on duty.

Then again, this sort of thing did tie into their mission.

He glanced around the empty room. The Qarthi guests were presumably still on their tour with D'ala and Galadria. Shayden was helping with the supply transfer for at least a couple of hours. The night crew engineers who helped on the bridge while the main bridge crew rested wouldn’t report for another five hours.

He cleared his throat and furrowed his brow. “Are you sure about this?”

Moxie nodded quickly, though she looked as bashful and shy as ever. Her antennae stood straight up as she prepared to speak. “Yes. I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday and I want to do this. For you. For the mission. For us.”

That last word made something warm unfurl in his chest. For us. She wasn’t just thinking about the mission anymore. She was thinking about the two of them as a unit. She deserved a reward for that, so he’d let her do as she pleased.

He stood from the captain’s chair and moved to stand in front of her. “Alright. But if you want to stop at any point, you tell me. Understood?”

“Understood, Captain.”

She sank to her knees in front of him with surprising grace. Her hands moved to his uniform pants and she fumbled with the fastening for a moment before opening them. When she pulled his cock free, her eyes went wide.

“It’s so fat,” she whispered. Her antennae swayed forward as if to get a better look. “And it has a really strong scent.”

He winced a little. “You don’t need to comment on it.”

“I don’t mind commenting, sir. It’s too fat not to say something. It’d be weird if I just was quiet, right?” she queried, and he had to admit she had a bit of a point there.

“I prefer the term ‘thickly built.’” 

“So thick it’s fat,” she said, nodding. Moxani wrapped one hand around the base and her cool fingers sent a shiver through him. “If your penis were a cadet, he’d be expelled for exceeding the weight limits for his species. I’m not sure how much of this fat little guy I can fit in my mouth.”

Now he was frowning. “No need to call it little, Ensign.”

Her black eyes bulged, and she squeaked and muttered an apology. “What?! No, sir! Captain, I swear it’s not little, I was saying little cuz it’s cute! Your penis is very big and fat, sir, I promise!”

“Maybe just suck it,” he suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yes, Captain! Of course! I’m so sorry!” She bent forward and pressed a tentative kiss to the tip. “Muah! I’m sorry big guy! I didn’t mean to call you little! You’re actually so big it’s going to be a bit of a challenge for me…”

She got to work, starting out by testing his taste and texture with a series of shy licks and kisses that went from his tip to his balls and back. Her black eyes looked up at him as her soft lips brushed against his heated skin over and over. She pulled back and licked her lips one more time, and then she opened her mouth and took him inside.

The sensation was very welcome. Her mouth was cool compared to Galadria’s heat, but she was still warm a few seconds later once she formed a seal around his cock. She worked at taking him deeper inch by inch, letting her tongue explore every ridge and vein like she was trying to memorize it. Her jaw clicked when she tried to deepthroat him, her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She found a rhythm that had him gripping the armrest of his captain’s chair and trying to say the alphabet backwards.

“That’s good, Moxie. You’re doing great.”

“Mmm!” She made a pleased sound around his cock and increased her pace. Her antennae brushed against his thighs and stomach, adding another layer of sensation he hadn’t expected. The touch was feather-light but intimate.

Minutes passed like that, and things were getting stiffer on her end. She worked him with mounting speed, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm. But eventually she pulled back with a gasp, her jaw working like it was sore. Tears were streaming down her face, smearing the black eyeliner she wore that made her inky eyes look even bigger than they were.

“Are you okay?”

“My throat hurts,” she admitted. Her voice was hoarse. “And my jaw is getting tired. I don’t think I like doing this as much as I thought I would.”

He chuckled and patted her on the head, making her smile shyly. “That’s okay. It’s not for everyone.”

She looked up at him with those solid black eyes. “I think maybe I just need more practice with something as morbidly obese as your penis. But...” She bit her lip. “I promised myself to make progress today. Real progress, not a failed blowjob that couldn’t even make you finish. And there’s only one thing left that would be truly noteworthy.”

He knew what she meant but he wanted her to be one to suggest it. “What’s that?”

She climbed to her feet and took a deep breath, letting it out. He watched with wide eyes as she started to disrobe—first her uniform top, then her slacks, then the matching black bra and panty set beneath. Once naked, her perfect body climbed right into his lap, straddling him in the captain’s chair where anyone could walk in at any moment. Her nude body pressed against his chest, her cunt dripping onto his cock, and he felt the heat of her core emanating outward, making him sweat. “Don’t look too hard at the faces I make, okay? I’m going to try not to be weird about this.”

His hands found her waist. “Moxie, we don’t have to—”

“I want to.” She reached down and gripped his cock in her small hand. “I need to do this. For us, Captain Hawke. And for myself.”

“You can call me Hawke, you know,” he reminded her.

Moxie shook her head. “No, I decided it’s too weird.” She positioned herself over him and reached down to guide his cock to her entrance. When the tip made contact, she sucked in a sharp breath. “Shoot, It’s really warm,” she whispered.

“You’re much cooler than my last partner. It’s a nice contrast.”

She pushed down, trying to take him inside, but after a moment her face scrunched up in discomfort. She tried again, pushing harder, but his cock simply wouldn’t go in. She was too tight and too tense. For the first time, Hawke worried a little about the mission because it frankly didn’t seem like this would work out.

“We need to take some time to stretch you out first,” he said. “Maybe spend a few days with my fingers before we work up to this.”

“No.” Her voice was stubborn, almost impudent in the bratty tone she took with him. “I can do this! I just need to—” She reached between them and spat on his cock, using her hand to spread the moisture around. “There. That should help.”

She tried again, bearing down with more force. This time the head of his cock breached her entrance and she let out a strangled gasp. Tears sprang to her eyes, and he heard her whimper out a pained cry.

“Stop.” He gripped her hips and held her still. “Moxie, stop. You’re hurting yourself. This isn’t working.”

“I’m f-fine,” she insisted, but her voice was shaky and tears climbed down her face. She wasn’t just tearing up, she was weeping from the pain. “I can take it, sir. Don’t reassign me! I just need to—”

“No, you can’t. Not like this.” He lifted her off him and set her on her feet. “We can find a medical solution if we have to, or we can work through the pain gradually, over the course of days or weeks. I won’t see you sobbing like this in my lap.”

She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffled loudly. “B-but I wanted t-to—”

The turbolift doors opened.

Hawke moved faster than he’d ever moved in his life, shoving his cock back into his pants, shooting to his feet, and hoping that Moxie would duck into a hiding place as well.

D'ala stepped onto the bridge first, followed by Velira and Sheena. All three women stopped dead when they saw the scene in front of them.

Moxie let out a squeak and dove behind her science console much too late, frantically trying and failing to grab pieces of her uniform on the way. Her antennae were tucked all the way back in mortification.

D'ala’s green skin went a shade darker as she realized what they’d interrupted. “Captain, I am so sorry! I should have called ahead and let you know we finished. I wasn’t thinking—”

But Velira and Sheena weren’t looking upset. They were looking fascinated.

“Well hold on, now,” Velira said, cutting Lieutenant Yeshka off entirely with a hand raised in the air. Her eyes moved from Hawke to Moxie and back again. “Now this is interesting.”

Sheena stepped forward with a broad smile. “This isn’t interesting! It’s wonderful! Absolutely wonderful. We’ve been telling Star Force for years that they’re too rigid, too bound by propriety. But this?” She gestured at the bridge. “Free, unfiltered lust and love exploding together in acts of shameless passion on the bridge of a Confederation ship?! This is exactly what the Qarthi Republic values.”

Hawke tried to find his voice. “I mean, I don’t want to speak for all—”

“By the Orgasmic Prophetess’ dripping pussy,” Velira exclaimed. “Yes, now, this is a Star Force I can get behind—or get behind me. You’re breaking down barriers, Captain. Suffice it to say we are very impressed at the tight ship you’re running here.”

Moxie emerged naked from behind her console with her face flushed and her antennae still drooping. Even though the tides had decidedly turned in their favor, she looked like she wanted the deck to open up and swallow her whole.

Sheena turned to D'ala with an appraising look. “Lieutenant Yeshka, you’re Qarthi like us. If a Tribb can sample him, surely you’ve done the right thing and partaken as well?”

D'ala’s expression had changed throughout this conversation from shocked, to apologetic, to mildly amused, and now to something shameful. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as her easy smile fell away. “I... not yet, actually.”

“Why not?” Velira asked, sounding shocked. “You strike me as a good girl. And your Captain is attractive to a frankly distracting degree. If he’s willing to breed a Tribb, what’s wrong with a Qarthi beauty like you?”

“Because I’m afraid I’m too tight for the Captain.” The words came out in a rush and D'ala’s face went even more flushed. She looked up at him, appearing as shy as Moxie all of a sudden—something he was not used to seeing from her. “Sir, I told you when we first met that I needed a few days to deal with moving in and finishing transfer paperwork.”

Hawke nodded. This situation was bizarrely difficult to keep up with, but he remembered that. “Yes, I recall.”

“The truth is I’ve been trying to stretch myself out for the last few days, but I’m not ready yet. Our species is famously tight, and I just know it’s going to hurt a lot because I—I’m also a virgin.”

The two other Qarthi women gasped as if this was the height of depravity. “But why?! Why would you live such a disturbing lifestyle?!” Velira asked in disgust.

“The horror!” Sheena added.

D'ala lowered her head. “The truth is I was planning to lose it on my eighteenth birthday, like our kind is supposed to. But… I was at Star Force Academy at the time, and my roommate there was a Niravanian.”

“A clairvoyant?!” Moxie squeaked, rejoining the conversation. “But they can see the future! They’re supposed to be super rare!”

D'ala nodded. “She told me that if I went ahead with my plan to sleep with someone that night, a chain of events would occur and I’d lose the opportunity to meet the man I was destined to be with.” She turned to Hawke. “She saw a picture of you in her head, along with your name, and we found you in the Star Force database years before this mission was proposed to any one of us—before you were even a hero. So when this assignment arrived in front of me one day, and I saw you all over the brief, sir, well—I knew I had to take it because you’re my… my destiny.”

“What assignment is this that you speak of?” Sheena asked, arching a brow.

Hawke shook his head. “Top secret, sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” D'ala said. “The important thing is I held out because I had to. And—Captain, I didn’t tell you earlier that we were destined to be together because I kind of thought it’d weird you out.”

“Good instincts, Lieutenant,” he said, nodding.

D'ala sighed, pushing some red hair behind her shoulder. “Anyway, that’s why I haven’t allowed myself to be alone with you yet. My pussy’s too small, Captain. But I promise, I’m working with the Chief Medical Officer to stretch it out for you while keeping everything as sensitive as it should be.

Moxie made a sound from behind her console. When everyone looked at her, she squeaked out, “We just ran into the same problem. His penis is grotesquely fat.”

Hawke winced. “‘Grotesquely’ sounds so negative, Ensign.”

“Sorry, sir,” she whimpered. 

The two Qarthi women exchanged a conspiratorial look. Sheena reached down to one of the decorative pouches hanging from her loincloth strings. She pulled out a container and held it up in front of her face.

“We may be able to help with that,” she said. “All Qarthi females working for our government have to carry one of these at all times for situations just like this. This is a traditional medicinal preparation. It’s designed to enhance natural lubrication and increase female elasticity. We use it when...” She smiled. “Well, when size compatibility is an issue.”

Velira nodded. “It’s safe and made from natural ingredients from Qarth. And it’s quite effective. We can enter the recipe into your fabricator before we leave, too.”

Hawke stared at the tiny container. “You’re saying that would let them—”

“Take you inside their cunts comfortably? Yes.” Sheena walked right up to him and pressed the container into his hand. “Consider it a gift. We’re very impressed by what we’ve seen on your ship today. We’re particularly pleased to see a strapping young captain willing to breed his bridge crew.”

He nodded. “You might say I’m on a bit of a mission to do just that, ma’am.”

Velira stepped forward as well. Her expression was serious now. “We’ve been reluctant to encourage our people to join Star Force because we believed your culture was incompatible with ours. Our previous interactions felt too rigid and too focused on hierarchy and protocol at the expense of everything else. But what we’ve seen here today has changed our minds.”

“I’d like to make you a proposal,” Sheena added. “Allow us to witness you stick your apparently impressive cock inside Lieutenant Yeshka. Our dear Qarthi has been deprived for much too long, and it would be an honor for us to witness her defloration. If you can do this to our satisfaction, we’ll use our considerable influence to push for increased Qarthi recruitment into Star Force.”

Hawke looked from them to D'ala to Moxie and back again. “You just want to watch me have sex with my operations officer.”

“Yes,” both women said in unison.

D'ala blushed deeper. “Captain, I’m willing, but I don’t want to impose on—”

“Miss Yeshka,” Velira interrupted gently. “We understand you’d like to appeal to your captain’s preference toward privacy, but please do not do so without explaining that to our people, sexuality is not something to be hidden or ashamed of. It’s a natural expression of connection and pleasure. Witnessing such acts is considered a privilege in our culture, not a violation.”

Sheena nodded. “And the diplomatic benefits would be substantial. The Qarthi Republic has a population of over forty billion across three dozen worlds. Even a small increase in Star Force recruitment from our people would be significant.”

Hawke felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump into water of unknown depth. The fact of the matter is that he knew for sure he could do this. He very recently fucked Galadria with the ship doctor watching and calling out observations. He could make do with two hot half-naked green ladies. 

He looked at D'ala. “What do you want to do?”

She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. Some of her usual confidence returned. “I want to fuck you, sir. Desperately. This ointment can make that finally possible, and our guests are offering significant diplomatic incentives...” She met his eyes. “Frankly, sir, just spare me some dignity and don’t make me beg on my knees.”

He turned to Moxie, his erect penis smacking against a nearby console with a loud thunk. “What about you?”

Her antennae twitched nervously but she nodded. “We got so close. I’d like to share this experience with you too, sir. If the ointment helps...” She glanced at the two Qarthi women. “And if our guests don’t mind that I’m not as pretty or confident as Lieutenant Yeshka...”

“You’re beautiful,” Velira said at once. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Adding you to the arrangement will only heighten its glory.”

Hawke closed his hand around the container. 

“Alright,” he heard himself say. It was time to be decisive and strong. “Listen up, crew. We’ve got a new mission on our hands, and it’s not ending until your Tribb cherry is popped, Ensign, and your womb is full of captain cream, Lieutenant. Moxani will ride me in my captain’s chair first. Since she was attempting it already when everyone else arrived, it’s only fair. But Lieutenant, you have my word, your womb will be filled to your satisfaction. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir!” the two beauties cheered, saluting him proudly.

What the hell was his life right now? A week ago he’d been running courier missions. Now he was about to have sex with two alien women on his bridge while diplomatic guests watched.

He sat back down and Moxie climbed into his lap again, straddling him. Her hands rested on his shoulders and her antennae swayed nervously.

“We’re really doing this,” she whispered.

“We are. But remember, if you want to stop—”

“I know.” She gave him a shaky smile. “But I don’t want to stop. I want this.”

He reached down and pulled his cock free from his pants. It had softened during the interruption, but seeing Moxie in his lap like this brought it back to full hardness quickly. He applied some of the ointment to himself, working it along his length, and then he reached between her legs.

She gasped when his fingers made contact with her entrance. He worked the ointment into her, letting it absorb into her skin. The effect was almost immediate. He felt her body relaxing, her muscles loosening. The tightness that had prevented penetration before was easing.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Warm. Tingly. Good.” Her breathing was getting faster. “I think it’s working.”

He applied more of the ointment, using his fingers to stretch her while the preparation did its work. She was so petite that even with the aid of the balm, he worried about hurting her. But after a few minutes of careful preparation, he felt her body yielding to his touch.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Don’t look at my face, remember?”

“I’ll try.”

He guided his cock to her entrance and she lowered herself onto him. This time there was less resistance. The ointment had done its job. She sank down inch by inch, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he filled her.

“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh, that’s... that’s really...”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Her antennae stood straight up now, quivering with sensation. “It’s a lot but it doesn’t hurt. It just feels really, really full.”

He gripped her hips and helped guide her movements. She was tight even with the ointment, her inner walls gripping him like a vice. But there was no pain in her expression now, only concentration and growing pleasure.

Velira spoke from where she stood watching. “How is the fit?”

“Still very tight,” Hawke said. “But manageable.”

“Good. The ointment will continue to work as you move. She should be able to take you fully within a few minutes.”

Moxie moved on her own now, lifting herself up and then sinking back down. Each movement took him deeper. Her small breasts bounced with the motion and her antennae swayed in patterns that matched her pleasure.

“Captain,” she gasped. “I can feel you so deep. You’re hitting something inside me that feels really good.”

Her cervix, he guessed, which was odd. The ointment must have made even that sensation pleasurable rather than painful. He increased the pace, helping her move faster, and she let out a moan that echoed across the bridge.

He’d told her he wouldn’t look at her face but he couldn’t help it. Her expression was one of pure bliss. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth open, her antennae quivering constantly. She was beautiful like this, lost in the sensation.

“I think I’m going to—” She cut herself off with another moan. “Captain, something’s happening. I feel strange. Like everything’s building up inside me.”

“That’s good. That means you’re close to orgasm.”

“I am?” Her eyes went wide. “But I’ve never—I mean, I’ve touched myself but I’ve never actually—oh, oh, OH!”

Her whole body went rigid as she came. Her inner walls clenched around him rhythmically and she cried out, her antennae standing straight up and then curling forward. The sight and sensation pushed him over the edge as well and he emptied himself inside her with a groan.

They stayed like that for a minute or two, both breathing hard. Moxie collapsed against his chest, her body trembling with aftershocks.

“That was amazing,” she whispered against his shoulder. “I had no idea it could feel like that.”

Velira and Sheena were both smiling. Sheena looked moved by what she’d witnessed. She wiped a tear away and leaned against her counterpart’s shoulder as they watched Hawke’s cum leak out of Moxie’s tiny pussy.

“Beautiful,” Velira said. “So much lust and passion. It reminds me of when you ate my pussy, Sheena.”

“You mean when we used the restroom earlier?”

“Yes.”

Moxie climbed off his lap and stood on shaky legs. D'ala moved forward to steady her with one hand on her shoulder.

“You did great,” D'ala said. “You looked so adorable with your mouth open and eyes rolled back like a total slut for Captain Hawke’s cock. I hope I’m that cute when he makes me cum.”

Moxie gave her a smile. “Thanks, I guess. His dick is very fat, so I’m sure you’ll be very… cute. Your turn now, I guess.”

Hawke looked down at himself. His cock was still fat—no, hard, which was frankly impressive given he’d just finished. The serum was apparently affecting his recovery time. That or this situation was just too spicy for him to lose steam halfway through. Either way, he silently thanked his body for understanding the assignment.

D'ala approached the chair with more confidence than Moxie had shown. She pulled her uniform top over her head in one smooth motion, revealing her full breasts to him for the first time. Her green skin glowed under the bridge lighting. She stepped out of her slacks next and stood before him naked. Apparently, she didn’t bother with a bra or panties, which—yeah, that checked out.

“I’ve been waiting for this since just before I turned eighteen,” she said. “I hope I don’t disappoint.”

“Don’t talk about any period of time where you were CENSORED age when we’re about to screw, please,” Hawke said, smiling warmly.

“Sorry, sir.” She climbed into his lap facing him and reached down to position his cock at her entrance. Even with the ointment she’d seen him apply to Moxie, she hesitated.

“You’re absolutely fucking intimidating down there, sir,” she said. “I’m a little nervous.”

“We’ll take it slow.”

He reached between them and applied more of the ointment to her pussy lips, smearing it along them generously. The schlurping sound his fingers made as they dove inside her cunt was unreal. She gasped at the contact and he felt her body relax and open up to him. He worked further into her, stretching her, applying more of the preparation as he went.

“That feels wonderful,” she moaned. “What is in this stuff?”

“That’s a secret of the Qarthi government,” Sheena said with a laugh. “But we’re glad you’re enjoying it.”

After a few minutes of preparation, Hawke felt D'ala was ready. He guided his cock to her entrance and she sank down onto him. She was still tight but nowhere near as constricting as Moxie had been. Her body accepted him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed. “It doesn’t hurt at all. It feels fucking incredible, Captain!”

He agreed.

She moved right away, riding him with a confidence that came from experience. Her breasts bounced in front of his face and he leaned forward to capture one dark green nipple in his mouth. She gasped and increased her pace.

“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop! Nyahh! Ffffuck, sir! Fuckity fuck fuck! Nyahhh!!”

He gripped her hips and helped drive her movements, pulling her down harder onto him with each thrust. She was moaning freely now, her head thrown back, her red hair falling loose from its tie.

Velira and Sheena were watching intently. Velira had one hand resting on Sheena’s lower back and they were leaning into each other. The sight was erotic and Hawke felt his arousal spike even higher.

“Captain,” D'ala gasped. “I’m getting close. Really close!”

“Me too.”

“When you finish, do it inside me. Please. I want to feel it.”

“That’s the mission requirement already,” he said, grinning.

She laughed breathlessly. “I can’t wait to hear you say ‘Mission Accomplished’, sir.”

D'ala’s movements were becoming erratic. She was at the threshold, just waiting to break through. He felt it in the way her inner walls were fluttering around him. But she needed that extra push.

“Captain, I’m getting close to—”

Hawke clenched his jaw as D'ala bit down on his collarbone to control herself. One hand reached between them, pinching her nipple as she ground her slick, hot sex up and down the length of his cock. Meanwhile, Moxie had decided to get involved, apparently, and Hawke could see her moving from behind D'ala. “Whoa! Moxie, that’s my asshole!”

“Oh! Sorry, I read that Qarthi girls like it when they’re licked there.”

“...Well, don’t stop!”

It didn’t go on like that much longer. Soon she was moaning like an animal, breathing heat onto Hawke’s face with every undulation of her hips. She was milking him now, and he knew that he didn’t have long for this world. So he needed her to finish too.

“Are you close, Yeshka?”

“Sir! I’m soooo close!”

He nodded. “Then do it. Come for me. That’s an order, Lieutenant!”

She obeyed in a hurry, crying out his rank and surname as her orgasm hit. “Captain Hawke! Nyaaaahhh–ffffuck I’m such a fucking slut for you, sir! Holy fucking fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum out my fucking nose and mouth!” The sensation of her pulsing around him pushed him over the edge and he came hard, emptying himself inside her just as she’d requested. He held her tight against him as they both rode out the waves of pleasure.

“My ‘ongue’s ‘tuck!” Moxie cried from somewhere in back. “‘Top cwenching! It hoits!”

When it was over, D'ala collapsed against his chest just as Moxie had done. Her breathing was ragged and her skin was flushed and covered in sweat.

“That was perfect,” she whispered. “My very first time, with a friend and an audience.”

“The perfect loss of virginity for a Qarthi girl,” Sheena said, wiping her eyes. “So beautiful. So sweet.”

The bridge soon fell silent except for their heavy breathing. Velira and Sheena were both smiling warmly, and Moxie had joined D'ala in Hawke’s lap.

“A truly beautiful moment indeed. Thank you for allowing us to witness that,” Velira said. “It was an honor.”

Sheena nodded. “We’ll be returning to our shuttle now. The repairs should be complete by the end of the day. But we wanted you to know that you’ve made a real difference here today, Captain. Not just for the mission, but for relations between our peoples.”

Hawke stood, allowing his penis to dangle free. So what if it was fat? Fat and proud, maybe! He wouldn’t be insecure about all the namecalling anymore. After all, he’d just made two women climax from this fat bastard within the last twenty minutes. He felt exhausted and energized at the same time. His body was sore but his mind was racing.

Fat penis? Ha! Obese! Morbidly so! And good! Because now he had that ointment. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Don’t forget to put the formula for that ointment into our fabricator database. Lieutenant Yeshka can give you the security codes.”

“Will do,” Sheena said. “Miss Yeshka, would you care to lead the way?

***

Several hours later, Hawke was back in his room, applying a different sort of cream to his penis—one that was meant to help it recover from all the chafing that naturally occurred when circumstances force you to copulate with pretty alien women three to five times per day. 

Just as he was zipping up, Hawke’s communicator chirped. He tapped it with a sense of dread.

“Lieutenant Commander Hawke, this is Admiral Sloss. Do you have a moment?”

Hawke straightened up even though the Admiral couldn’t see him. “Admiral. What can I do for you, sir?”

The Admiral guffawed before launching into his explanation. “I just received a subspace communication from two of the most respected cultural ambassadors in the Qarthi Republic. They gave a glowing report about their visit to your ship and specifically mentioned your commitment to interspecies cooperation and cultural exchange. I don’t know what you did, Hawke, but you just moved the clock forward for Terran-Qarthi relations by several decades overnight! And by the sound of things, we may have millions of new Qarthi Star Force cadets by the end of the year!”

Hawke tried to keep his voice steady. “I’m glad they had a positive experience, sir.”

“It sure sounds like it. One of these days, you’re going to have to tell me just how you keep managing to knock it out of the park with all these missions, Commander.”

Hawke winced. “Frankly, sir, I just acted like I usually do.”

“That’s what I love to hear. Keep up the good work. And how’s the other mission going? Is it… progressing?” The Admiral was the only high ranking individual in Star Force that knew the full details of this mission. Even so, they rarely discussed it.

He nodded. “Yes, sir. We’re docked at Starport 32 right now. I’ve arranged for my logs thus far to be sent to you via an encrypted drive. Be warned—they get a bit graphic at times.”

“I expect nothing less. Sloss out.”

The channel closed and Hawke leaned back in his chair. He was just thinking about heading to the mess hall for a snack when his communicator badge chirped. “Captain here.”

“Captain,” Galadria’s voice came back to him in her usual, crisp tone. “I have heard that you engaged in sexual intercourse with Lieutenant Junior Grade Yeshka and Ensign Moxani while I was absent from the bridge. Can you verify this claim?”

“Consider it verified, Number One,” he chuckled. “It was an eventful day, and we finally managed to make some progress.” There was a long pause. “Number One?”

“Captain, I am experiencing a profoundly irrational, unconstructive violent urge at the moment, and I feel that I should remove myself from the bridge. Would you please relieve me of duty so that I can collect myself?”

“Huh? Sure, take some time to rest if you need to,” he said, leaning forward. “Are you alright?”

“I will be. Captain, I must pragmatically suggest you pre-open the door to your quarters now or I will likely tear it down in a few moments’ time should I find it closed. I anticipate that I will require a full evening of undivided romantic and sexual attention to recover from the emotional injuries I have suffered in learning of your admittedly mission-dictated infidelity. Rem out.”

Hawke gulped as the communication closed. “Computer, open the door, increase oxygen levels by twenty percent, dim the lights, and, uh,” he muttered, clenching his fists, “play Despacito on repeat for the next three hours.”