Come on strong to Goob

You've always been a bawdy lass of a captain, but your lust is overwhelming your last bit of decorum. You stride past Goob, brushing your arm against his and looking up at the towering engine casing.

"It's sooo big," you remark, and stroke your fingers across the rusted, heat-scored outer case and across blinking panels of lights. As you navigate around the cylindrical engine you put a little more swing in your hips, wagging your ample ass covered in a tight pair of dark red shorts at the oranguman.

"It is a very...ah...it is a big engine for this class of vessel, Captain."

Oh, he sees it, alright. Clever chimp can probably smell it dripping into your panties. Take me, you beg in your head. Grab me and fuck me. Goob follows behind you at a respectful distance, observing, but not taking your bait.

"It must get lonely in here," you remark, arriving at Goob's workshop area.

Numerous tools hang on a pegboard, secured by anti-grav ties in case the ship loses its gravity. The workshop is cozy, separate from the engine room but without a door. Its quite warm. Worklights illuminate a mysterious machine part laid out on a work table, but the rest of the room is cast in yellowed, grease-smeared low-light. You turn and face the Oranguman as he enters behind you. Your cleavage is piled up plentifully by your satin and leather bustier. A diamond-shaped pendant hangs from your neck and rests atop your soft, pale mounds. You stand with your wide hips cocked to one side, your slender legs unevenly sheethed in mismatched stockings, your waist hung with sword and golden sash, and your feet clad in heavy combat boots refitted with high heels.

"Captain...I...," Goob takes a step closer. "I don't mean to be impertinent..."

"Be impertinent," you insist.

"Well, Hannah, we have known each other so long, and yet you seem...what is it you want?"

You saunter up to the big ape and slide your arms over his shoulders. You can smell the pipe smoke and the thawed fruits he prefers to eat, but mostly you can smell his unwashed industrial stink. Like a factory floor's oldest mop. The odor doesn't dissuade you.

"I want you, Goob," you say, stroking his simian cheek. "I've heard you Orangumen are fantastic lovers. Don't you find me attractive?"

"Of course," Goob answers quickly. "It' just that..."

"Just that what?" you ask, pouting out your lower lip and dragging a finger into the long fur covering his chest.

"Your father...and...I mean, I've known you since...you were a...little girl..."

You slide your hand into his overalls and down to his groin.

"I'm not a little girl anymore," you say and reach those last few inches so that your fingertips brush the growing mound of his prick. It's warm and moist and slithering like a snake into your hand. Stiffening at the lightest touch.

"Are you going to fuck me," you ask, looking him in his alien eyes, "or do I need to do some more convincing?"