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You wake up from cryosleep, your head throbbing. You always hated this, no matter how many times you had to go through it. And of course your captain refused to pay the premium for high quality drugs, so you just had to hope that the cut-rate stims they bought were enough to bring your memories back from the deep freeze. Every time, you had to answer your captains questions, and so far, every time you had avoided losing any parts of your past. You take a deep breath as the pod opens, and you see your captain standing in front of your pod, just like she was every time.
“Do you remember me?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. You hated to admit it, mostly because this idiot would never let you live it down, but there was a certain appeal to having her be the first thing you saw when you woke up. You could certainly think of worse sights. She began to look worried as you didn’t respond, and you realized you had gotten distracted. Another side effect of cheap stims, they left you groggy and --- “Hey, you okay?” She leaned down, placing her hand on your shoulder softly. She had a tight grip normally, but her touch seemed. Gentle. Unusual for her.
You shook your head to clear your thoughts. “Yeah, sorry about that. Yes, captain, I remember you.” Her grip stiffened and a look you couldn’t decipher flashed across her face before she was yet again all business. She offered you her hand, to pull you out of the pod and you take it, as always amazed at the ease with which she helps lift you. Those Quieren muscles were no joke. You had to remind yourself not to stare. All Quieren were tall, and Schell was a particularly tall example, coming in at just over 3 meters. You were tall for a human, but even you felt dwarfed by her.
“Do you remember our mission today?” She moved to the nearest console and began pulling up information. Her four arms moved quickly, each operating a portion of the screen independently. You always wondered how much physical dexterity she had with her hands. It seemed like she could use them as well as a human, but surely she couldn’t have dexterity with all four at the same time.
You nodded, “Salvage of some abandoned cargo, right?” You reached your own console and began setting up. The ship was already in position outside the asteroid belt and drones were ready to be sent out. “Do we know what exactly the cargo is?” Sometimes you did, sometimes you didn’t. Couldn’t be too picky when you were a salvager.
Her low voice sent a shiver down your spine. It made you think of how it felt to lick blood from a cut, metallic and deep and enticing. Focus, focus. “No, but my source assured me this would be a good haul, worth the trouble.” Her pairs of eyes narrowed. “He was up to something though. I don’t yet know what.”
That brought you back to the present. “Do you think this is a trap? Should I be on the lookout for trouble?” You didn’t know which source it was who gave her this tip, but you had in the past received tips that led into an ambush. You would never forget the first time it happened, not because you were traumatized by the event, but because it was the first time you had seen Schell tear someone in half, and it was the moment you went from merely having the occasional fantasy about her to fully obsessed.
She laughed, a sound that always surprised you. It didn’t sound right coming from someone as imposing and powerful as her. “No, I trust the source not to do that. I don’t trust him not to fuck with us in harmless ways, though.” A few final switches flipped, and you were both ready to deploy your drones into the asteroid field.
Asteroid fields were a common place for shipping companies to make deliveries to due to the ease of finding a location to leave their cargo in a stable location. Sometimes, however, companies would order a delivery and then, for one reason or another, the delivery would never be picked up, and eventually the owners of the asteroid field would want the asteroids to be cleared off so new cargo could be brought in. That’s where you came in. Deploying your cargo retrieval drones, you would scoop up whatever cargo had been left behind, then try yourselves to find a buyer for it. You were usually pretty successful.
You took in a deep breath. You wondered if Schell could tell the difference when you were breathing normally rather than trying to smell her. You didn’t think so. You weren’t sure you’d stop either way. Quieren had sweat glands, and to most organics the smell wasn’t any better or worse than the average creatures sweat, a comfortable middle ground. To you, the smell of Schell was divine, however. A deep, rich musk, with woody notes and a hint of something not unlike citrus, underneath which was an undercurrent of something you could only describe as “primal.” You had explained to her quite a while ago how you got cold so easily and would be oh so greatful if the temperature on the ship could be kept a bit higher. You felt bad and hoped she wasn’t too uncomfortable with the heat, but the smell was more than worth any bad feelings.
Drones released from their launchers and the two of you moved in on your targets, several marked boxes sitting on a nearby asteroid. Authorization codes were exchanged between the devices, and then the crates were swiftly gathered into your cargo hold. The ship was put on autopilot towards the nearest depot, and the two of you headed belowdecks to see what exactly you had gathered.
The ceilings on this ship always felt so high to you, more than a meter above your head as they were. It was the only was Schell wouldn’t have to crouch to get around. Quieren ships had to be specially designed to allow for their height, meaning cross species crews were uncommon. You and Schell had been friends before deciding to go into business together, and you certainly didn’t mind living on a ship designed for tall people. At just under 2 meters, you could use the ship just fine.
The boxes sat in the center of the cargo bay, one of which was almost the size of Schell herself. The two of you raised your eyebrows to each other and immedeately got to work opening it. What on earth could be in a box that big? There was no labeling on the outside of the container. Schell popped the latches and began to pry the lid off, and as you saw what was in the box your breath caught in your throat and your blood rushed between your legs. It was a life size and VERY realistic Quieren sex doll. Well endowed, too. Schell quickly closed the box, and turned a dark green. You knew enough to know that was embarrassment.
“That little shit.” She let out a small laugh, very clearly trying to put on a serious face and failing. You deeply hoped that she was laughing at the person who had sent you both out here, and not at the sudden tightness in your jumpsuit. “Well, I’m sure we can find a buyer. Some pervert human out there will absolutely buy this in a heartbeat, eh?” A lump in your throat. You certainly would if you thought you could do it without her noticing. God looking at it made you think about HER more and you suddenly found yourself turned a deep, deep shade of red. You wondered if she was as well endowed as the doll was. You wondered what a Quieren cock felt like. You would be willing to bet the fake one wouldn’t feel half as good as hers. She looked over at you and tilted her head quizzically. “You okay there?”
“I’m just, uh. I mean that was.” You were floundering, couldn’t get the words out. Finally you just blurted out “That was huge.” That was NOT what you had wanted to say, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. This thing was clearly expensive, it seemed so lifelike and detailed, and you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering about that particular detail.
A chuckle, “I mean that was fairly average I’d say.” She turned another shade of green then let out a slight smile “I mean just from personal experience, I’ve had bigger.” You of course couldn’t stop yourself from imagining THAT now, making your problem from earlier a much more pressing concern. You begin to try and back away, but you realize with a flash of dread that she has already noticed. Her eyes narrow and she looks down at you. “It seems like that awoke something in you.” Her four arms cross in a way that reminds you of two of the reasons you love mammals so much, which is not helping you focus.
“I’m so extremely sorry, it’s an unconcious reaction.” You try and defend yourself but it feels hollow. Not all humans are even attracted to Quieren, and certainly most of them wouldn’t grow uncontrollably hard at the sight of one naked. She seemed upset. Her eyes were narrowed. Her arms were crossed. She hated you now. Your secret was out and she hated you now.
“Why did I never have that effect on you, hm?” Everything stopped. That was not the question you expected her to ask.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Why exactly did this piece of dead meat get you immediately worked up, but you seem perfectly capable of controlling yourself around me, hm?” She sounded annoyed, and you realized with shock that she wanted to have the same effect on you that the doll had.
“My god, you’re kidding me, right?” It was her turn to be taken aback. “You drive me up the wall all the time, I just do a better job at hiding it. Usually because I’m not imagining you naked and fucking my brains out.” The cargo bay suddenly seemed very quiet as the two of you stared at each other. You had not meant to be quite that honest, but it seemed to certainly get through to her. There was only a moment of thought before she turned to action.
She lifted you off the ground and pulled you into her arms, holding you close to her chest as her lips pressed against yours, softly at first, then with more urgency. One set of arms held you close while the other set explored your body. Her skin was warm, more textured than human skin. Her tongue slowly pushed your lips apart and began to gently explore your mouth. She tasted of honey and cloves, leaving you to drink in the flavor as the two of you became closer and closer. With the same ease she would have carrying a pillow, she took you to her bedroom, never letting you out of her grip.
You found yourself placed delicately in the center of her bed, as she deftly began to strip. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You had dreamed about this moment for so long. You realized that a race had been started and you were still on the starting line. She was rapidly undressing and you needed to catch up for what would happen next. With only two arms, luckily it was a bit easier for you to disrobe than her, and you made some headway towards catching up. Her tits dwarfed yours, and it wasn’t just because she was so much taller. Now that there was nothing covering her, the smell of her sweat was much stronger than you had ever smelled. It made your head swim in the most delicious way.
Finally, her pants were gone, and you could see her cock for the first time. It was thick and already dripping, having slid out of its sheath before she had even taken off her clothes. You shuddered lightly as you tried to focus on undressing yourself when all you wanted to do was throw yourself at her cock and take in its taste and smell forever. You own cock was dwarfed by hers, demonstrated further when she laid it down on top of yours, completely covering it. The precum dripping out of her fell onto you, coating your cock in a warm, salty-sweet slick.
She looked down at you and smiled as she slowly rutted atop you. Once you had finished undressing yourself, she had pinned your arms above your head with one pair of hers, and was now using the other to see just how sensitive your breasts were. You let out shuddering, ragged breaths, biting your lip as she pinched and squeezed you while pressing her leaking cock down into yours. “Finally, I can take you.” She guided her cock to your ass and slowly began to push it in. Her constant stream of precum provided more than enough lubrication and you gasped as she slid her cock deep inside you, filling you like you had never felt before. Your eyes rolled back into your head and she slowly began to thrust into you. One hand moved down and brushed lightly across your cock before wrapping around it and moving to the rhythm of her hips.
Whimpering moans continued to escape as she pushed into you again and again. You could feel her cock pulsing and twitching inside you, and it felt like nothing you had ever experienced before. You tried your best to push back into her, but it truly couldn’t have been making that much of a difference. She had you thouroughly pinned down, and was the one setting the pace, and you both knew it. Not that you thought you could keep up with her pace, considering you already felt yourself nearing the edge. With every thrust of her hips, she squeezed and stroked your cock, an overwhelming amount of stimulation for your already frayed nerves.
Her low grunts filled the quarters, her rhythm growing quicker as she neared climax herself. Your muscles tensed as you began to feel it build up inside of you, trying desperately to hold off as long as you can, but you let out a shuddering moan as you cum, shooting your load over her hand and onto your chest. She laughed, lifting her hand to her mouth and licking off some of your cum. She seemed to like the taste, cause as she did so she thrust deeply into you and moaned deeply. You thought you felt filled before she began to cum, but once she started you realized just how empty you had been before. You moaned as she filled you, her cock buried in you as much as she could manage, her grip tightening on your wrists. It went on for what felt like a full minute, and it felt indescribably good. No human could ever give you that experience, and you were pretty sure after this no human would ever even get your attention again.
Finally she began to relax, catching her breath as she slowly pulled out of you. She let go of your arms and leaned on hers, looking down into your eyes. “So. We’re going to do this again, right?” She bit her lip, and looked almost worried.
You manage to catch your breath and reach up with one hand to brush her cheek. “I would certainly like to. I’ve been drooling over you for the past two years after all.”
She started, shock clear on her face. “What? Why didn’t you say anything? I’ve wanted you for years but you never seemed interested so I kept my hands to myself.” She was wringing two of her hands together, clearly uncomfortable about something.
“I never said anything because I was afraid you would see me as just ‘One of those human perverts.’” you shook your head. “I mean, it’s not like I wasn’t. Why do you think I always volunteered to take care of the laundry?” You turned a bit red, embarrassed as you admitted “it was just so I could smell your clothes better.”
Another laugh from her, before she flopped onto her side and pulled you close into her. “You ARE ‘one of those human perverts,’” she said, kissing you gently and biting your lip as she pulled back. “But I’m one of those Quiren perverts.”