Kythrixtylochtawchroskythiax

Engram Y5kYWvjUsJ2e9ZuhhfpTfE4KLputIq

Mint: Wren Jameson

Mint Species: Human

Subject: Kythrixtylochtawchroskythiax

Subject Species: Raxith

Activity: Vaginal Sex

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"Aaaaaaauuuuggh! Aaaah, fuck! I-I m-m-mean, fuck! Sorry. FUCK! S-sorry!"

Wren's hands held the arms of the surgical chair with a white-knuckled grip. Their teeth were gritted, face red and sweating, one eye squeezed closed, the other twitching from the effort required to keep it open. Sweat soaked into every part of their once-professional-looking shirt and pants, which were both more or less in place except for their undone collar and fly. The sight before Wren, as appealing as it was, made the sensory overload that much worse.

Kyt's naked body was entirely exposed to their view as she slowly bobbed up and down, sliding the top half of their hard cock in and out of herself. The iridescent fuchsia scales that Wren originally thought covered her entire body actually gave way to smooth lavender skin from the top of her flat, featureless chest down to her perineum. Each of her four elegant, dextrous five-fingered hands was engaged in a different activity. One was gripping an arm of the surgical chair for stability, another was bracing against Wren's chest for the same purpose. The third, the lower right one, was at her crotch, rubbing slow circles around and between the two heads of her clitoris with a practiced motion. Her upper left hand gently but firmly grabbed Wren by the chin and pulled their line of sight to meet her piercing white eye.

"Mx. Jameson, I must ask you once again to try to tamp down the swearing. Many cultures find such language offensive, and members of those cultures may find it offputting to hear such rude language while they are having sex with you."

Wren struggled desperately to stay focused amidst the overwhelming sensation of Kyt's alien pussy. Internally it was more or less the same as a human vagina, as Kyt explained to a sputtering Wren while she was stripping out of her professional Dominion jumpsuit. The lack of novelty did absolutely nothing to ease Wren's struggle to stay lucid. All their life, even the slight touch of a hand was enough to send them into a powerful orgasm. What they were experiencing in that moment was so much more than that, so much more than anything they had ever felt, so so so much. It was like their entire nervous system had been relocated to their penis and assigned the task of delivering as much of the sensation of hot, wet flesh squeezing and sliding over it as physically possible. Wren tried desperately to compartmentalize a section of their brain separate from the flood of pleasure so they could articulate a thought.

"Augh!"

Wren tried again.

"S-sorry, Ma'am! It's just -augh- r-really intense! I'll try b-better. I mean, I'll d-do harder. Aah! Shit! Sorry, Ma'am. Yaaeeeep!"

Wren thrashed and writhed in their chair, desperately fighting off the primal urge to buck up into Kyt, knowing from recent experience that the resulting sensation causes them to white out for a moment. Kyt's pussy kept clenching down on Wren and making them see stars. If they had more than a tiny fraction of their cognitive ability available, they might have noticed that it always happened whenever they called her "Ma'am." They did not notice.

Kyt expertly maintained her facade of professional neutrality, her internal thoughts betrayed only by the increasing speed with which her lower-right pointer finger traced its figure-eight pattern around her clits. She released Wren's head from her grasp and moved it to their shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's alright, Mx. Jameson. I understand you're experiencing quite a bit of -hsss- sensation right now. Just try to ride it out and stay in the moment. I am going to -hsss- get started in earnest now, okay?"

"Okay, Ma'am. Aaah! Oh, um wait, s-sorry, I mean Kyt. You said to call you that, right?"

"Well, yess, I did say that. However, now that I am your sss-supervisor I believe it would be more appropriate if you called me -hsss- erm. You should call me -HSSS-!"

Guttural hissing noises came out of Kyt's throat unbidden, each one accompanied by a brief tightening of her vaginal muscles. It seemed to be getting more difficult for her to pronounce her "s" sounds clearly without extending and emphasizing them. She cleared her throat and spoke again, taking great care to communicate the next part clearly.

"From now on, you should only refer to me as 'Ma'am' or, preferably, as 'Miss.' So when I give an order, your response should be 'Yes, Miss.' Do you understand?"

That seemed reasonable to Wren, who was still fully convinced that Kyt was doing all of this exclusively for their benefit, as a demonstration.

"Yes, Miss. H-holy fucking shit!"

As soon as the two words left Wren's mouth, Kyt slammed down and impaled herself completely on Wren's cock, only to immediately rear back up and slam down again. She started fucking them at a much faster pace, her fingers pressing harder into their shoulder.

"-hssss- Excellent. Now listen carefully. I'm about to explain some things about my species' biology and sss-sexual behaviors. Hearing your partners talk about these things will be an important part of your job. You do not need to process them deeply, but you'll need to hear them clearly for the engram. So you need to pay attention. Can you do that?"

Wren was melting. "Yes, miss. Hnnngh!"

"Good. Now, you may have noticed -hssss- some his-sss-sing. This is an involuntary reaction. Female members of my species must be -hsss- aroused in order for the male's sss-sperm to be accepted past the cervix and into the oviduct. The hiss-sss-ing tells the male when he is doing something right, sss-something that arouses the female — me in this case — so he can keep doing it."

Wren did their best to unclench their... well, everything long enough to look at Kyt with minor confusion. "Ah um, but Miss... y-you're d-doing the, um, hisses now, but, uh, I'm not d-doing anything. Aaaahh, hahh... There's nothing for me t-to, uh, keep doing. All I've d-done f-for the last few minutes is lie here and take i-aaaaaaugh! Oooh, oh, god, fuck! Ah! Ah!"

The moment Wren mentioned lying there and taking it, their mind was wiped blank as Kyt started riding them even faster, her hips nearly a blur as she bounced on their cock with relentless enthusiasm. If any part of their brain was not filled with static in that moment, they might have put together why the thought of them being completely at Kyt's mercy caused an incredibly loud hiss to rip from her chest. They might have even noticed that she had started working her clits with three fingers in a frantic rhythm, her pointer and ring fingers each tracing semicircles around one head as her middle finger bobbed up and down between them. Not a single one of these things crossed Wren's mind, and that train of thought was completely forgotten as Kyt continued her demonstrative lesson.

"In my people's culture, it is taboo for one to show their -hsssss- underbelly to anyone but their partner. This taboo arose because that part of our anatomy is **** and sensitive to the touch. You see? Wren, look at it. Look at my underbelly, Wren. Tell me you see it."

"Uuhh, y-yeah, I... I see your underbelly."

"-hsss- -hsssssssssssssssss- ...apologies. Because it is only willingly shown in intimate moments, and because our sexual organs are located within its boundaries, raxiths tend to view -hsss- the underbelly in a sss-sexual context. The most conventionally attractive underbellies are those that are very soft and dull, highlighting the contras-sss-t against our hard, iridescent scales. In casual conversation, they are more commonly referred to using mildly vulgar slang terms like -hsss- 'midpath' or 'crossk.' Well... that last one is a bit more than mildly vulgar."

Kyt shifted her hand from Wren's shoulder to the seat above them to avoid bruising them. Her breath quickened, and her hissing became more frequent.

"Wren, why don't you try using one of them in a sss-sentence. Try, oh I don't know... complementing my -hssss- underbelly. Don't stop looking at it. In fact, touch it."

Wren tried to focus their eyes and keep the lesson Kyt had been teaching them in their brain. "O-okay. Um..." Wren lifted a shaky hand up to Kyt's belly and ran a couple of fingers over it, taking in the smooth, cool feeling of her bare skin. Her knees began to shake a bit as the movement of her hips and fingers both reached a fever pitch. "Ahem, uh... M-miss, your c-crossk is so dull and s-suh-soofft-taah, oooh fuck! Fuck! Aaah!"

Kyt's hips bucked and trembled as she rode out her orgasm, her fingers desperately rubbing against the swollen bright pink heads of her clitoris. A loud, continuous hiss erupted from her chest as she breathily gasped and moaned. Her pussy clenched and released around Wren's cock over and over again, sending them into paroxysms of pleasure that would have made them cum ten times over if their brain chip would allow it. Instead they quietly squeaked and whimpered, **** for the satisfying release that Kyt was enjoying on top of them.

Kyt took a few deep breaths as she recovered. She startled a bit as she opened her eye and saw Wren, seemingly having forgotten where she was for a moment. "Ah, apologies, Mx. Jameson. I just had an unusually intense orgasm."

"Yeah, uh, I gathered tha-haa-at. Um, I know we're guh-getting lots of good data here but is there any chance... uh, that is, c-could I maybe..."

"EXCUSE ME. USE OF THIS SURGICAL THEATER FOR SEXUAL CONGRESS IS NOT PERMITTED."

"Gah!" Wren recoiled at the loud voice coming from behind them. Oh god, they'd been caught. They were having sex in the middle of a surgical room on a Dominion space station. They were going to lose their new job, and get fired, and get arrested, and then Earth was going to get kicked out of the Dominion, and then there would be a nuclear war, and then...

"Actually, doctor, this is Wren Jameson. They are a cultural recognition officer. They are having me demonstrate a sexual act with them. The rules regarding proper use of this space do not apply."

Wren could hear the mandibles of the polarian behind them clack in contemplation. They had always found polarians to be terrifying. Octopedal, muscular, hard black carapace, red eyes. Their heart jumped when Kyt pointed to them as the cause of the violation it had come over to point out. They were just about to jump out of the chair when it spoke up again.

"UNDERSTOOD. PROCEED AS NEEDED."

Wren heard the clickity-clacking sound of the polarian's eight legs carrying it away. They looked up at Kyt in confusion and mild residual terror.

"I told you, Wren. As a cultural recognition officer, you have the authority to engage in sex wherever you feel it necessary."

Wren wished they had Kyt's confidence. She didn't flinch when the polarian walked up. In fact, they noted with widening eyes, she had apparently started touching herself again at some point during that interaction. That reminded Wren of their earlier request, and they rushed to complete it before their adrenaline-induced moment of clarity passed.

"So miss, um, is it alright if we finish this? I'm really... worked up. I need it."

Kyt smiled at Wren in what they assumed was a show of support. "Well Mx. Jameson, as a cultural recognition officer, you'll need to be prepared to withstand sexual demonstrations for as long as necessary. Are you sure you can't withstand it any further?"

Wren tried not to let their eyes roll into the back of their head. "Gggh... uh-huh. Sure. Very sure."

"Very well, I am prepared to bring this to an end. However, as my subordinate, I must insist that you request it properly."

"H-Huh?"

Kyt looked Wren sternly in the eyes. "What do you say, rookie?"

Wren's vision blurred. "Um... please?"

Kyt suppressed a smile as a quiet hiss began sounding from her chest. "No."

Wren bucked and whined, their hands balling into fists as they clenched the bottom of their shirt. "Augh, please! I need to cum! I need it so fucking bad! Please, please, please let me cum! Please!"

Kyt shook her head. "Think, rookie. Remember what we -hsss- discussed earlier."

"Uh... ah! Miss! Miss, may I please cum? Please let me cum, miss! Please, miss!"

"Very well, rookie. I believe this session is jus-sss-t... about..." Kyt concentrated on the feeling of her fingers dancing around her clits once more as she tried to time the final word correctly.

"...finished."

Static. It was all they could see. It was all they could hear. The only sensory input they could truly process in that moment was pleasure. More specifically, the all-consuming, mind-melting, white-hot pleasure of the most intense orgasm Wren had felt in their entire life. If someone threw a knife at Wren in that moment, they wouldn't have bothered to dodge. If their body had begun melting, they wouldn't even have noticed. They certainly didn't notice Kyt cumming for the second time. It was just Wren, Wren's brain, and Wren's cock. Mostly the latter.

And then it was none of those things, as Wren fell completely ****.