With Beka and Tyr back and the tunnel closed Harper could relax and work on repairs even as Dylan brought Admiral Nietzschean through engineering on some kind of damage inspection. Harper had every intention of being so absorbed in his work that he didn't notice them but Admiral Arrogance kicked his leg casually.
"Come out of that hole, Human, or shall I fuck you while you're still in there?"
Harper pulled his upper body out of the access then turned and looked up. "Admiral Pashtun, what a pleasure."
Dylan cleared his throat. "So, shall we have a look at the slipstream core?"
"I believe I have found what I want, Captain Hunt." Pashtun stated casually as he gripped the front of Harper's shirt and pulled him close. "You pointed a gun at me and threatened to kill me."
"Harper!" Dylan gasped. "I apologize, Admiral ..."
"Yeah well, you got over it." Harper snided. "I got stuff to do."
Pashtun laughed. "Yes, you do." And lowered his head and kissed Harper hard.
Dylan cleared his throat. "Admiral."
Harper recovered quickly and returned the kiss with equal force. Ignoring Dylan's embarrassment, Harper climbed up the Nietzschean and wrapped himself around him.
Pashtun pressed Harper against the wall and started rubbing. "You like that, the feel of cock?"
"Are we just goin' play twenty questions or fuck?" Harper snapped. "I got lube in the drawer."
Pashtun chuckled and motioned to his aide, then pulled Harper off him and opened his pants.
"Top drawer in the corner." Harper instructed the aide, then opened Pashtun's pants and groped inside. "Well, hello there." He grinned and freed the Admiral's considerable offering. "Nice."
Pashtun thrust for Harper's talented hands and hissed. "Drop your pants and turn around."
"I'm not that stupid." Harper grinned and knelt. "I'm from Earth, I know all about Nietzschean procession laws."
Pashtun shrugged. "It was worth a try." He stated then watched Harper lick his cock head. "Don't play, Human."
Harper looked up and gave Pashtun his best sad pout then whirled his tongue around the head before sucking it into his mouth.
Pashtun watched Harper suck him in and sighed. He couldn't claim ownership but he would enjoy fucking the little man. He lost focus as Harper swallowed around him and made him thrust. He tried to grab Harper's head but the human pulled back.
"No hands or no blow." Harper mumbled around the cock in his mouth.
Pashtun groaned and braced his hands against the wall above Harper's head. "You will pay for this."
"I hope so." Harper chuckled then focused on giving the Sabra the blow job of his life.
Pashtun ignored the fact that he was being serviced in front of his aide and Dylan Hunt and enjoyed every agonizing moment. The Human was very good, playing with his balls and stroking his anus. Pashtun realized suddenly that his audience could see Harper playing with his ass hole.
Harper slipped a finger inside the Admiral's ass and earned a shout and a mouth full of warm, wet and juicy. He swallowed as hard as he could and continued sucking until his Nietzschean lollipop was taken away then looked up and smiled, licking a bit of come from the corner of his mouth.
Pashtun grinned down at the Human then reached down and pulled him up. "I could make service to me exhausting."
"You can fuck it but you can't take it with you." Harper licked his chin and held his hand out to the Aide. "Lube."
Pashtun kissed Harper deeply. "Strip."
Harper obeyed and removed everything then leaned back against the wall. "So, am I fuckable or what?"
Pashtun laughed and stroked Harper's cock then pulled.
Harper gasped and jumped as he was pulled by his cock. "Easy now, don't want to damage the merchandise."
"If I break it, do I get to buy it?"
"Some things are priceless." Harper grinned and looked at the Aide. "I need a lube job."
Pashtun laughed again then took the lube from his Aide and proceeded to prepare Harper's ass one finger at a time.
Harper groaned as the fingers opened him up and stroked his gland. He turned to the wall and spread his legs. "Fill 'er up."
Pashtun tossed the lube over his shoulder and grabbed Harper's hips.
Harper screamed as Pashtun rammed into him. He heard Dylan then, objecting, but the Aide kept him back. Good thing. Harper rested his head against the wall as Pashtun held still, letting him adjust. "Don't break your toy."
Pashtun pressed against Harper's back and licked his ear. "Would I do that?"
"Yes." He breathed.
Pashtun grinned and kissed him. "True, but not this time."
"Are you asking me out?"
"I thought this was our second date."
Harper chuckled. "That works, I don't want to be too easy."
Pashtun licked Harper's shoulder then bit into it and pulled out of his ass.
Harper hissed then groaned as he was filled again. "That's sweet, give it to me nice and slow."
"Do you think your Captain could stand it?"
Harper shrugged, not really caring that Dylan was watching him get fucked. "Do I care?"
Pashtun stroked up Harper's body then down his arms to his hands. He pulled the hands from the wall and turned Harper in a shuffle to the nearby console. "Hold on." He breathed in Harper's ear.
Harper obeyed and held on to the console, offering up his ass and giving Dylan and the Aide a perfect view of the Admiral's cock sliding in and out of his ass.
Pashtun stroked Harper's back and hips then slid his hands around to pump his engorged cock before gripping Harper's thighs and pulling his legs apart.
Harper groaned and arched his back. "Fuck me already!"
Pashtun chuckled. "Such a demanding toy."
"Yes! Now fuck me!"
Pashtun smiled and obliged, thrusting into Harper relentlessly as Harper groaned and shouted and finally screamed his release.
Harper stood there shaking and sweating as the Admiral pulled out and fixed his clothing. "Blood?"
"A little, not much." Pashtun answered and stroked his back and ass. "You made a mess on the floor."
Harper nodded.
Pashtun lifted Harper's chin and kissed him. "I look forward to seeing you again."
"Same here." Harper grinned and stood strait to kiss him back. "Don't get killed."
The Aide gave a snort and Pashtun waved him out then nodded to Harper. "Until next time." And he followed the Aide.
Dylan was beet red and walking stiffly as he followed the two Nietzscheans out.
Harper almost laughed, he doubted Dylan ever had to watch the hold thing. If Harper had backed down then Dylan could have stepped in and moved the tour along but Harper hadn't so Dylan couldn't and ... boy did his ass hurt. It had been a while since Harper had had a good fuck so it was worth it.
Admiral Zhukov Pashtun was alright ... for a Nietzschean.
end.