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The Furta Meretrix (Latin for Amorous Harlot) floated in a geosynchronous orbit alongside the wreckage of an unknown T Class warship that had a huge chunk of its midsection missing, likely caused by a hyperspace missile. The ship’s structure had failed from the damage and was now bent in half like the Titanic. Despite its crippled state it still plainly dwarfed the Furta Meretrix, which was hardly a tenth of the warship’s size.

Their smaller vessel was more of a tugboat built for long haul missions with a decently sized cargo hold in the rear. It was designed for a small crew with ample room to store supplies to sustain said crew for long journeys hauling cargo, but the Furta Meretrix seldom tugged any of that these days. Her two-man crew now spent its time hunting for salvage from the Scarlet Blitz, a short one-year conflict that burned away half of the participants' space forces in the first 6 months before settling down into a cease fire a half year later.

The chaos of those first six months left numerous vessels in a MIA status and scattered across the galaxy. All three governments that had participated were eager to pay salvagers like the Furta Meretrix to bring in anything they found from their own ships or their opponents.

It paid well and was safer than working in piracy, smuggling, or privateering.

“So, how’s it lookin’?” Ren said after thumbing the button on his headset.

The human was seated in the forward seat of the cockpit with the T Class sitting dead ahead of him in the window screen. Somewhere in the wreckage was his co-pilot and partner, crawling through the debris in a spacesuit looking for anything that could help identify the vessel.

When they’d approached the ship, they couldn’t find any insignia or discernable writing that could tell them who owned it. T Classes like this ship were manufactured by a shipyard in the Neutral Belt and sold to both the Elixian Concordat and the Federated Systems, two of the war’s participants.

“Iz ‘lixian. Loz o’ thoze skinny bodiez you like.” Leeria purred over her communicator.

Her voice always sounded like a growl or a purr depending on her mood. All Elixians did, of which she was one. If she was in a good mood she could purr like a cat, but if she was pissed off? A growl like a dog complete with a nice set of pearly fangs. The fact she sounded pleasant meant she was happy, and if that was true then so, too, was Ren. The Concordat paid better than the Federation did since the Feds always tried to barter the price down since they were prone to guilt tripping and gaslighting salvagers about demanding compensation for recovering the ‘bodies of the fallen’. Bunch of cheapskates.

“Good to hear! ETA on your return?” He asked.

“’Mmmmm, tree hourz.” She replied, and he replied with a ‘roger’ and thumbed the comms quiet.

It would take some time for her to finish her deep dive. Leeria was the engineer and space savvy type, so she always did the wreckage spelunking. All that time she spent in the ships was to estimate a head count on how many corpses there were, collect dog tags or other proof of the dead, and then secure the ship name and any other information that they could use to prove that they’d found the ship.

Since it was the Concordat they’d be dealing with they’d need to provide them with more evidence that they’d made a find than just a coordinate on a galaxy map with a photo attached. It’d have been easier if it had been a Fed ship, since though they were cheap as hell, they took finding their lost ships seriously enough to jump at even the thinnest chances of recovering one.

Finding a Concordat ship also meant they’d also have to wait longer to get the full reward for their salvage. The Elixian government paid well but only after they knew the money would be well spent. The wait was always a pain, but at least the money was good.

Two and a half hours passed and Leeria emerged from the gutted remains of a once proud vessel of war and returned to the Furta Meretrix through the airlock. Their tugboat had only the single airlock, which was built into the underbelly of the ship. A single ladder led you up into the center hold, which was their main storage area for personal effects and supplies. The center hold was a cube with a height greater than its crew was tall and had a doorway in each wall. Traveling back along the spine of the ship led you to the rear hold, which was much larger, but reserved for salvaged goods and all the equipment they’d need to secure it.

To the stern was their sleeping chamber, the bow held the cockpit, and the port and starboard sides were the mess and head respectively. Since the living quarters were so small the mess hall also doubled as medical.

“Iz a big haul, Ren!” Leeria purred after popping the seal on her helmet and slipping it off her head. The sharp features on her narrow reptilian face contrasted against the softer purr of her voice. When she got to yelling and screaming at the three-decade old ship her growl of a voice matched her face far better, hot and angry as her face was a russet red, and sporting eyes of gold that could glint in the light like embers.

She could be fierce and lively like she could skin a man alive if it weren’t for Elixians being evolutionarily programmed as pacifists (the Scarlet Blitz and other historical exceptions notwithstanding). Once they discovered robotics and AI their warlike spirit took off and they joined the rest of the galaxy in spilling blood. Apart from their ship crews the Elixians had mostly fielded AI drone fighters. The Feds would have used drones as well if it weren’t for their distrust of AI, what with Earth’s recent civil war having ended only half a century ago.

“Seventy-tree badgez!” She exclaimed in her thick accent, yanking open the rubber satchel she took with her on all her dives. With the flap opened on the satchel she spun the whole thing upside down and let the contents spill out over the retractable table in the middle of the Center Hold. When they weren’t using it to plan their salvage runs or play cards, they used it to count money, and the badges that were now spilled out across the scuffed metal surface were as good as money to the two of them.

“God damn right!” He laughed and couldn’t hide his smile if he wanted. The Elixian military issued every crewmate a badge they’d wear on their chest just over the sternum. It showed their rank and other trivial crew information, and since they embedded chips into their soldiers it was safe to remove the badge to send back as proof that the bodies had been found. When the Elixians came out to collect the wreckage and crew, the bodies could all be scanned for their chips and identified without the badges.

And as it so happened, each of these badges would earn them an upfront payment of 677 Teks, or about 1,000 Federal Credits after conversion into a more useful currency.

So, they just made 73,000 credits, which was enough to tide them over while they waited for the final payment once the Concordat confirmed the wreckage. They didn’t always recover this many badges since a lot were either sucked into the vacuum of space with its owner or blown to bits by Federal weaponry, so with a haul this large they’d have so much excess credit in the bank they could rest easy.

Then, once the wreckage was confirmed they’d be paid an additional 300,000 Credits for the bounty of a T Class ship. Most of that would get funneled into their ‘new ship’ fund, since the Furta Meretrix was old, and Leeria’s patience was reaching its limit. She had to fix something in the ship almost daily with so many of the ship’s parts decaying from age and becoming ever more difficult to replace. It was also getting more expensive to maintain. Much of their earnings for salvage went right into maintaining the ship and not to lining their pockets.

It was nice being rich on paper, but being rich in person would be much better.

Ren did a count of his own on the badges, then started doing the necessary paperwork so they could reach out to the Concordat, and then arrange a time to meet with a representative to deliver the badges and receive payment. This was the part of the job Leeria hated most, since as much as she hated fixing the ship, she preferred working with things than working with paper or people.

Once he’d secured a meeting three days from now at Sundry Station in the Neutral Belt he closed up shop and went to the bridge to set the ship’s autopilot to take them ‘home’. They lived on their ship, but they frequently docked at Sundry, and then lived an exciting life of liquor, gambling, and rumor chasing while on station.

“Do you vant to do eet?” Leeria purred from the hatch behind him, her slender body moving inside the cockpit to lean over the back of his seat, her hands resting on the leather backing. He looked up at her, those narrow predatory features smiling down at him.

“You in the mood, eh?”

“Neg, but I can be made to be.” She replied, her face and hands vanishing as she extracted herself from the cockpit and back into the Central Hold where Ren had to follow her. Catching the sight of her backside as she walked away, he saw she’d stripped herself bare already, her red hues blending with the golden stripe that ran down from the back of her head and down her spine to her tail.

“You must be really in the mood, huh!” He shouted after her, seeing her duck her frame under the hatch that led into the sleeping quarters.

“I’m not in seazen.” She replied, but he saw her sit herself down on the edge of their shared bed in the center of the far wall. Watching her from the cockpit hatch he could tell she wasn’t actually in the mood, since it wasn’t possible for an Elixian to be in the mood out of season. They didn’t fuck all year like humans did, and especially not when their partner wasn’t of their own species.

Instead, what she was telling him, was that she felt an earnest need to express her affection in a way that would be most effective on a human male, which was sex.

“I see. Guess I’ll have to do something about that then, eh?” He called out to her. She leaned backwards and dropped her back to the bed, her tail tip flicking against the metal flooring, those slender legs parting to expose her cunt to him, dry as it might have been. It’s the thought that counts.

“Yez! You are bee-ing coy!” She replied, lifting her hand and dismissively flicking it in the air to show her impatience.

“We’ve only got one vial left, hun. After that you’re dry!”

She hissed in frustration and sat herself back up, her features shifting predatory as her teeth began to show.

“I just feeshed out 73,000 Creditz! We can buy MORE.”

He flashed her a grin and left the cockpit and walked into the mess, searching for the cabinet that stored all their medical supplies, and right next to the box of painkillers was a near empty container of glass vials. All but one were empty, so he took the last vial and fished the gun out of the silverware drawer. He made sure to wait until he was standing in the doorway to the bedroom before he plugged the vial into the gun, a hiss and a pop audible in the air when the needle pierced the vial’s seal.

“So, what you want me to do to you this time?” He asked her and lifted the gun and tapped it against his shoulder like he was toting a pistol.

Leeria didn’t hide her growl as she put her hands on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. Everything about her gave off the impression she could pounce on him in an instant, the clawed fingertips, the large digitgrade feet with toes tipped with a claws filed dull. Despite being so slender and sharp the body of an Elixian possessed a wiry kind of strength that often outperformed a human’s. She could have pounced him if she wanted, if her pacifist biology ever allowed her to.

“You found the ship thiz time. It iz your turn to pick.” She said in turn, reminding him that it was he who had chased down a rumor that in turn led them to tracing old flight paths for Elixian warships. It was hard keeping old data like that secret nowadays, and with a bit of smart thinking you could sometimes predict where a ship might have wound up if it never made it back home.

Ren guessed he earned the right to pick her poison.

“Well, alright then. Neck out.”

When he approached her, he could see her tail was twitching against the floor anxiously as she flicked her head to the side and submissively offered her neck to him. He reached the gun out and pressed the barrel to where her main artery should be, and then pulled the trigger. A tiny needle shot out, breaking the skin. She hissed, but the vial was already doing its job.

A large dose of Elixian hormones had just entered her bloodstream and was now working its way through her body. When he pulled the gun away, she was leaning back against the bedding and letting the hormones do their work. Whenever an Elixian went into season their bodies produced a mighty cocktail of all natural aphrodisiacs, and that vial had contained that same cocktail, but undiluted.

“I’m going to go get ready while that sets in.” He told her, leaving the bedroom, and making his way to the head. It was there that he pulled off his jumpsuit and tossed it in a storage bin to be cleaned later, then fished out a special item from a storage cabinet, flicking the switch to make sure it still held a charge before turning it back off again.

When he returned to the bedroom Leeria was in a state. Purring nonstop, her mouth agape, legs spread with the lips of her pussy glistening hotly, she was drugged up with enough hormones to keep her horny for hours. He crawled onto the bed with her, the old mattress shifting under his weight, alerting her to his presence. She turned her head to him, tongue lolling out of her mouth and between her sharpened teeth.

Leeria rolled towards him, arms reaching out for him, but he placed a hand on her shoulder and pressed her back down flat, his free hand turning the switch on the device again and letting it hum to life in his hand before laying it down on her sternum. Her flat chest bore no nipples, just the tone of her muscles and the subtle hint of her ribcage. The small device, a dingy white piece of rubber and plastic shaped like an egg. It vibrated against her body, making her shiver and purr as the rumbling echoed through her chest cavity. It was a small but powerful item.

Sliding his hand off her shoulder he slid it behind her neck and grabbed her, the Elixian going almost limp next to him at the sudden pressure pull on the sensitive part of her body.

“Show me those teeth.”

She opened her mouth wider, obedient, her pearly white fangs an inch at the longest, but even at their shortest were dangerous to bare human flesh. Holding her by the neck he picked the vibrator back up and started sliding it up and down her stomach, making her flinch and twitch as the sensation echoed and bounced through her, that narrow and slim frame of her being too compact to resist such a powerful force. Even for Ren the vibrator was sending echoes up his arm and past his elbow.

He kissed her on the side of her snout, then licked her as she would have done him. Her tongue slipped back into her mouth before she swallowed a mouthful of drool, her head trying to fight the hand on her neck so she could turn to face him. He allowed it, and she licked him across his cheek a few times until he squeezed her neck tighter.

She flinched, her purring stopping for a moment before continuing again. He moved the toy further down her body until it reached her cunt, Leeria flinched hard again, struggling against the toy and the hand on her neck until he squeezed her even tighter, forcing her instinct to submit into overdrive, body going limp, but twitching involuntary as the toy rumbled silently against her pussy.

“Ren!” She shouted for him, drool running out the sides of her mouth as her eyes fluttered and threatened to roll into the back of her head. He adjusted his grip on the toy and started rocking it up and down her lips, each movement driving her wild, her speech devolving into primal noises of purrs and growls. He rocked it faster, edging her closer and closer to an orgasm with expert precision. He knew the keys to all her locks and soon enough he had her cumming.

Her tail thrashed out at the bed as her back arched. He could see all her muscles going rigid and taut as her climax hit her, eyes going wide as her clawed toes splayed out. She was silent for the first few seconds, but then she barked his name and began to violently shudder despite his hand holding tight to her neck. By the time she was at her limit he’d pulled the toy away and she had tears running down her face.

He let her recover, purrs having now turned to panting, as the speechless alien caught her breath. Her pussy was slick with cunt spit with her lips desperately winking, trying to milk a dick that wasn’t there.

“Enjoy that?”

She nodded, turning to look at him, the face of a predator having been reduced to an orgasmic druggy with a dopey grin and watery eyes. It was a real power trip to turn a visually intimidating species like the Exlixians into a slobbering slut, especially when she was submissive enough to invite you to do it from the start. She wanted him to do this to her.

“Good girl.”

He turned the toy off and tossed it to the bed next to her before rolling himself on top of her, his erection long since stiff and ready. As soon as he let go of her neck her submission vanished, her knees instinctively pulling up to wrap her legs around his hips, her arms wrapping around his back as he pressed his cock against her winking slit.

Her cunt swallowed him in its tight embrace, her grip like a vice as she started rhythmically milking him, the muscles of her tunnel undulating up and down his shaft as was their purpose. Her body was meant to clamp down on her partner and milk him to death until she was well bred.

It was a challenge to last long against her, the claws on her hands running up and down his back, their tips filed smooth and safe, but still sharp enough to leave trails wherever they roamed.

She was purring to him, nuzzling him eagerly, rubbing her face on his like she was a cat, her tongue lashing out to taste the sweat on his neck and face, covering him in her drool. With his every thrust he grunted, fighting against her body and almost losing, her wiry strength nearly too much for him to oppose.

Leeria had had her turn, and now it was his, his thrusts growing more erreatic as he claimed her, fought against her tight grip and the ever-present draw of her cunt as it desperately clenched and squeezed on his dick. When he reached his limit, he slammed himself in her, holding still.

She hissed loudly when she felt the first rope of cum enter her, her body sending all kinds of foreign signals to her brain that she was being bred, and then her teeth began to chatter. Her purring grew louder and throughout his orgasm he could feel her body twitching in response to being ‘bred’, her arms and legs tightening up on him, the only time she was so forceful with him that he couldn’t beat her. In her grasp he was helpless, so he just laid there as she finished drawing out the last of his seed, her teeth chittering away involuntarily as her brain struggled to parse the information that cum was being dumped into her body.

When she finally relaxed, she was still soaked to the bone in arousal, her body beginning to fall limp as she recovered her strength. She weakly clung to him as he pulled away, his cock softening, still gripped tight by her cunt, he finally pulled free.

She was whispering in her native tongue, a language he never learned and could only understand in small parts. Her head lolled to the side, her purring resumed as she breathed deeply, Leeria looking especially lovely to him now that she was covered in their sweat and chattering quietly in her native language, sweet nothings and little pleasantries that she didn’t realize he couldn’t understand. He merely got the gist of it from their years of sleeping together.

He pinched her snout shut with a hand and leaned over her to kiss her on the lips. She snaked her tongue out and into his waiting mouth, him sucking on it while keeping their lips pressed together. He didn’t dare kiss her like he would a human, not with teeth like hers. This method they shared worked just fine and was more familiar to her anyway.

Pulling himself away, her tongue slipping from his mouth, he let her open her mouth again, her panting resuming, and her purring grew louder. He reached over her, picked the toy back up and thumbed the switch to turn it back on, pressing it against her neck just below her jawline.

She rapidly clicked her teeth in a happy trill, pleased as could be, but he knew he was spent himself. Her refractory time was nonexistent, and in this state of mind she was going to be a horny slut for a few hours. There was only one way he knew of to knock her out for a while so he could rest and reload himself for another go.

“Valka relou.” She panted to him, her native tongue for ‘my mate’.

“Mine.” He replied, running the toy along her jawline, making her eyes flutter. The toy was an excellent massage device, he had to admit. She’d used it on his back on more than one occasion and it really was good at loosening up the muscles.

It had the opposite effect on her if used in the right place, however, which was what his next intention was. She was going to be too needy for him to satisfy so playing dirty was always his strategy with her every time they took out a vial of the good stuff. He removed the toy from her jaw, sliding it down her neck to her collarbone. He kept traveling the vibrator down lower and lower until her body flinched as it slipped over her mound and over her slit.

Her panting accelerated, then she barked as he pressed it against her cunt firmly, letting the toy rumble through her lips for a few moments while she struggled and writhed against his body.

Pushing her onto her side he snuggled up behind her, then pulled her on top of him so her back was to his chest. She wasn’t a heavy woman, the bones of an Elixian were stronger than a human’s, but also hollow. It saved them a lot of weight, much like a bird’s. He pressed the toy against her cunt again, his fingers finding the switch and pressing the small nub that controlled the strength. It started vibrating at its highest intensity, the sensation rocking up past his elbow and up to his shoulder.

With all four of his fingers, he forced the toy between her lips, Leeria shouting something in her native tongue, her hands grabbing at his wrists, but her gesture was useless. She couldn’t fight him, and the toy slipped inside her, locked within her slick and grasping walls. She started writhing, lashing her legs and tail out as her arms desperately clung to his wrists until she could take the intensity no longer and tried reaching for her cunt. He put a quick stop to that.

She was stronger than him, but if he applied force she would submit, her pacifist nature would not allow her to fight. Ren pulled her arms up to her chest, crossing them before wrapping his own arms around her tight so she was pinned against his chest, trapped, as her legs kicked at the bed, her purring replaced with animalistic grunting and trilling, a sound of panic tinting each primal note.

Her head fell backwards next to his, her mouth locked open as her eyes rolled back, her body rolling through another climax, intense and uncontrolled. The toy rumbling away inside her body forcing her to cum, to cum again, and again without pause. It was a simple machine doing as it was designed. It wouldn’t stop until the toy ran out of charge and died, but that wouldn’t be until another hour at least.

So, Ren held her tight, listened to her devolve into a horny animal cumming like crazy, thrashing atop him on the bed, her tail writhing like a snake as her pussy clamped down on the invading toy and held it in place inside her, her cunt instinctively trying to milk the very object that was forcing her through a cascade of orgasms. Each time her body relaxed to slump against him, she would shudder, muscles locking up tight before going limp again.

It came over her in waves until her voice grew hoarse, then finally silent as she passed out on top of him, tongue hanging out of her mouth and eyes empty and blank from her lack of consciousness. Now he could relax, pulling himself out from under her and placing his hand over her stomach. He could feel the toy still vibrating within her, the muscles of her abdomen twitching and flexing as her cunt continued to milk the toy like it was a dick.

So, he left her lying there on the bed to ride out the last of the toy’s battery while he cleaned himself up in the head. He wanted to wash up before making something to eat in the mess. Even if Leeria was still horny when she came to, she could probably be convinced to eat something to replenish her strength, so he whipped up a meal for two before shelfing half of it in the mess’ fridge.

Sitting in the Central Hold with his back to the cockpit he could look out over his meal of fried meat paste (seasoned) and grain pellets at his two lovely prizes. The closet was 73,000 Credits he had stacked neatly into rows on the table, and then the second was the sleeping beauty lying unconscious on the bed some 25 feet away.

The food a salvager often had to eat was terrible, but the perk of having a woman like her and enough money to live like a king on any station in the galaxy sure made it worth the hassle.