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The strange, subharmonic tone echoed through every corridor, every room, every inch of the majestic creature flowing through the void, drifting through the expanse of Outer Space. Everybody on board Zara noticed it. Every few minutes, a long, reverberating call flowed through her. A deep, resonant hum vibrating through the entire colossal body of their biomechanoid ship.The sound was like a long, deep, thrumming mechanical whale song. It was beautiful. Haunting, like a song so primal, so ancient, that it hardly felt real. They felt it in their bones, vibrating in their chest, flowing through them. The walls and floors vibrated with it.Zara’s rhythms were different. Her pulse quicker. The leviathan was restless, drifting in slow, pacing arcs. The crew would have just chalked it up to simply being a part of life on a leviathan ... If she wasn’t broadcasting some sort of signal deep into Space with every call.“Pilot, what’s going on?” Captain Havrek asked. The Scarran paced with his arms folded across his chest, tapping his claws against his tough, scaly reptilian arm. Havrek was no normal Scarran. He wore simple clothing on his tall, powerful body, carried none of the cruelty often associated with his kind.The Pilot frowned a bit, quiet as she checked diagnostics just to be sure. “Zara has entered her heat cycle.” The Pilot said. Her tone was completely matter of fact.“She what ?” Havrek asked with a growl to his voice. Though he cleared his throat. “Is that why she’s broadcasting a signal that will be picked up light-cycles away?”“She is calling to attract any males that may be in the area, yes.” The Pilot said.“Well, she’s going to attract a whole lot of other things, signalling like that!” Havrek said. “How long is she going to be doing this?"
“Up to three months.” The Pilot stated matter of factly. “Frell! Is there a way to stop it?” Havrek asked. He started to pace, his claws clacking on the floor with each step.“Unfortunately, no. Unless a male finds her and she mates, she will continue to call throughout the entire cycle.”“Frell” He swore louder. “What are we going to do? We can’t just sit here and wait to be captured!”
The Pilot looked thoughtful. “Well…. ” She said, tapping a claw on her control console. “There is a neural cluster right beneath her womb. Somebody would need to… make their way through the maintenance tunnels, and into her reproductive tract. Once there, they will need to … provide manual stimulation. She would require something to put pressure on the nerve bundle near her access port during climax. Bringing her to climax through manual stimulation along with the pressure on her lower neural cluster to engage her locking mechanism would simulate being mated. It would trigger the hormone needed to end her cycle. A device can theoretically be placed there to achieve the needed pressure during stimulation.”Havrek was rendered speechless. His mouth was half open, revealing his sharp teeth, lip curled, his scaled brow furrowed in pure disbelief. “Are you… serious?” Tavor asked, the former Zenetan pirate’s voice breaking the awkward silence.“No frelling way.” Quen said. The kalish shook his head in disbelief.“I could whip up the device that can engage the locking mechanism! I have looked at Zara’s schematics.” Dr. Feril said. “Can the DRDs put it in place and activate it at the right time?”
“They can.” The Pilot said.“And what does Zara think of this… Plan?” Havrek asked, finally speaking, his tone gruff and low.A low hum echoed through Zara with a pulse dancing through her lights. “She is in agreement.” The Pilot said. “She does not wish to have a child. And she, too, is concerned about what her signal may attract. It is an ingrained instinct, and she can not stop herself from broadcasting it.”As if on queue, that long, loud, resonant sound rumbled through her, amplified by her hull. Havrec took in a sharp, irritated breath which hissed between his gritted teeth. “Alright.” The Scarran said. “I simply wanted to make sure this plan was alright with her as well. She has a say in what goes on with her body.”Zara hummed in appreciation.“She thanks you for taking her autonomy into consideration.” The Pilot said. “She is... Admittedly… rather curious.”Zara hummed again, agreeing with her Pilot. Her form swayed gracefully in the void as another deep, resonant call echoed out into Space. Signalling like that, they’d attract unwanted attention in no time. They needed to get this done, and soon.“The question is… who's going to do it?” The Pilot asked. “Not me.” Havrek said instantly without a second thought. He grimaced and waved a clawed hand. “I couldn’t fit through her maintenance tunnels even if I wanted to.”
All eyes turned right to Quen. He looked quickly from face to face with a look of both confusion and concern. The silence stretched on just long enough for him to shift uncomfortably.
“...What?” Quen asked slowly as he narrowed his eyes, his tone dripping with suspicion.
“You’re the mechanic. You’re familiar with leviathans. Your kalish ability to change your center of gravity would make you better able to avoid getting shot out into Space. You are the obvious choice.” Havrek stated without hesitation.Quen’s bright blue eyes flicked from the Pilot’s face in the clamshell, to Havrek. “Am I safe to assume I have no choice in the matter?” He asked. “Yup.” Havreck said dryly.
“ Frell ! Why do I gotta do everything around here!?” Quen huffed, throwing his arms out to the side in exasperation. Despite himself, the idea sent a tingle of warmth racing down his spine and right to his loins. He quickly averted his eyes to look at anything but his Captain’s face, for fear of something in his gaze giving away what was really going through his mind. Why was the thought of this turning him on? He couldn’t understand it, and it made him shift awkwardly in place. He quickly steadied himself. He fidgeted to try to get his mind off of it, studying a random spot on the floor that had suddenly become incredibly interesting. He didn’t say a thing about what was going through his mind. He took a breath, let it out in a huff, then grit his teeth and cleared his throat, grumbling. “Fine. I’ll do it. But only because I have to save all your eemas. Frell me dead… I did not wake up today thinking I’d need to fondle a frelling spaceship.”
He turned to Dr. Feril. “You. How fast can you get that device made?”
“Not too long!” The Nebari said, with a cheery grin, then trotted off to her lab to get to work, long silver hair flowing behind her.
“She’s enjoying this entirely too much…” Quen muttered to himself.“Pilot, you are going to owe me an entire keg of rezlak after this.” Havrek grumbled.“ You're not the one being recruited into pleasuring our frelling spaceship.” Quen quipped back.Havrek rolled his eyes. Before he could say more, the Pilot’s face appeared in the clamshell.“Quen, I have sent a map to your datapad.” The Pilot turned to regard him from the clamshell, breaking the tense stares between the scarran captain and the kalish mechanic. “It will lead you through maintenance shafts large enough for you to use to access her reproductive tract.”
Quen swallowed as he looked at his device. “Looks like it’ll deliver me right to the spot.” He muttered. The nerve bundle was marked clear as glass on the schematic file. Frell… he was really doing this. That heat twisting around his abdomen, radiating right to his loins returned in force at the thought. His pants suddenly felt a bit too tight. He quickly shifted and placed the datapad in his lap as he glanced around quickly. ‘ Why the frell am I getting hard at the thought of this!? ’ he thought to himself frantically. Why was he so… so into this ??? He tried to think of anything to stop his mind from wandering.
The longer Dr. Feril took, the more his mind kept dwelling on what he was about to do. The more heat he felt building up. Another resonant, powerful call echoed through Zara every few minutes, bringing his mind right back to his upcoming task. He couldn't stop thinking about it as his pulse thrummed in his ears. His fingers drummed restlessly against his leg as he tapped his heel against the floor.
After what felt like arns, the comms cracked to life with the Pilot’s face appearing in the clamshell. “Dr. Feril has finished the device with the help of a few of our DRDs. They have placed the device in the proper location.” She said.
Quen knew what he needed to do. The kalish stood, with a resigned sigh. He had a hell of a tent in his pants now, which he noticed immediately. He sucked in a breath and strategically held his datapad to cover himself. He turned quickly to walk towards the passage leading to Zara’s lower tiers. He managed to hide it from the rest of the crew. Mostly. He didn’t see the Pilot raise her brow right before her face disappeared from the clamshell. He followed the map through the maintenance tunnels. He had to crawl through on his hands and knees, but they led all throughout the leviathan. The deep thrumming of her massive biomechanoid heart sent a constant vibration rumbling through her in a hypnotic rhythm. The closer he got, the more of her living warmth he could feel. He finally reached the hatch that would lead into her reproductive tract. He hesitated, swallowed. And then tapped it so it would open up. As the maintenance hatch opened, he stared, open mouthed, for several long moments. He could see the access hatch leading to the womb, closed. Just beneath the womb hatch, a few feet above the maintenance hatch he’d arrived in, was the neural cluster he was told to look for. A textured ridge, oval in shape. He estimated that it was around five feet across and six feet in length. There was a second hatch just behind it, beneath the womb hatch. He wasn't sure what to expect. It was organic. Alive. Slick with a clear lubricant. A faint organic musk, subtle and surprisingly pleasant, coupled with a metallic edge layered with the familiar smell of leviathan lubricant filled the warm air. It was thinner than the rest of her natural lubricants, and very slick. He looked down at his arm, at the sleeve of his mechanic’s uniform. He looked at the nerve bundle. He took in a breath and let it out slowly, and started to strip down. The maintenance tunnels were a tight fit, but he managed. The uniform would likely provide unnecessary friction. It would get in the way. And he was going to need to employ his entire body for the task at hand.
“You ready for this, Zara?” He muttered. A DRD beeping in response made him jump and smack his head on the top of the tunnel with a sharp hiss of breath sucked in between his teeth. He recovered quickly. “Ah. You must have been the one to open the hatch.” He muttered.
He set aside his toolbelt, then slowly removed his workvest, followed by his shirt. His gloves, helmet, boots, then socks came off next.
And then finally, his pants. He took a breath as he unzipped, took them off, underwear and all. This was it. He was doing this. He took another slow, shaky breath, trying to calm his hammering heart. As much as he wanted to convince himself this was just a routine maintenance job… he had never been so hard in his life. His erection throbbed in time with his racing heart.There was no reaction from the DRD, no change in Zara’s ever-present pulsing thrum. He took a moment to prepare himself for what was to come, then emerged from the maintenance tunnel. It closed behind him. He noticed a small vent towards the top of the maintenance hatch opening up to provide breathable air for him.
He wasn’t sure what to expect as he came into contact with her sensitive neural cluster, but it was silky smooth and pleasantly warm. He felt a subtle movement beneath his touch as he ran his hands along it. Her slick lubricant coated every inch of her inner walls.
He closed his eyes, hesitated for just a moment, then pressed himself against the sensitive nerve bundle, adjusting his gravity so he was pressed against it. It allowed him to give some good pressure with his hands and knees. He felt her shudder . Her ever-present hum quickened, her steady pulsing quickened. His eyes opened as he felt her actually react to his touch. A shiver raced through him at that realization. He felt her shudder around him again, her inner muscles tensing and clenching down around his body. It pressed him against that soft, ridged, sensitive neural cluster firmly. He gasped. All he could feel was her slick lubricant coating him, but he knew he was leaking.
“Wow…” He breathed out, stunned. She was actually responding to his touches. He didn’t know what to expect, but this was certainly not it. Every movement he made, every stroke with his hands, movement of his hips, she responded. Her inner walls clenched down on him and pressed him against the neural cluster, providing something to push off from to deepen the pressure. The harder push made her shudder again, enough that the rest of the crew could feel the effects as vibrations running through the entire ship. Her deep thrum of pleasure rattled Quen’s very bones. He felt her to his very core. He shuddered and gasped, grinding his hips against her insides slowly, massaging in circles with his hands.It felt… incredible. Every movement he made served to intensify her sensations. Another tremor and hum rumbled through her as he started to explore her reactions more in depth.
The fact that she was responding so strongly was thrilling. He hadn’t expected her to feel… well… so alive . He had figured she’d respond to the stimulation, but he had never dreamed it would be like this . Each grind against her made him gasp, shudder and let out a breathless moan. He felt his member twitching in need against her, so achingly hard.They soon settled into a rhythm that was far more sensual than anything he could have ever imagined. He had been with women before. But it was nothing like this. He felt like he was lost in the pleasure of this massive, majestic being. He panted and moaned in tandem with the deep and powerful hums that vibrated his entire body, rattled his bones, thrilled him and made him feel things he’d never felt before. He relished the trembling, twitching surface beneath him, so very reactive to his every touch, the clenching of the colossal biomechanoid’s inner wall squeezing him tightly enough to leave him gasping and breathless and shaking in overwhelming pleasure.He could feel something coming. Her hums grew louder. Her trembling, more intense. Her walls clenched tighter around him, more and more lubricant soaking him head to toe.
He rolled his hips so she felt his entire body, grinding himself against her. She felt her muscles tensing and squeezing around him.“Holy hezmana, Zara!” He gasped out, moaning her name. She didn’t hear him, but she felt each trembling roll of his hips inside her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before and he swore she was purring .He gripped what he could as he felt her inner walls pulsing around him. He could sense it. She was close.
And so was he . The powerful, rolling thrum she emitted shook him to the core, a vibration that he felt with every fiber of his being. He moaned and gasped.
“Aaaaahh… I-I’m gonna…”
Another few grinds of his hips, and her walls convulsed around him and clamped down tight, a rush of fluids washing over him. The shuddering, the powerful hum, was so intense the corridors shook, and things rattled all throughout her. Everybody on board felt her quivering and shaking with release.
Quen cried out in pleasure, his entire body shuddering and tensing. It was so intense his vision blurred and he could hardly breathe. His own climax overtook him with untold intensity, his hips grinding hot and heavy against her neural cluster, shaking and trembling in time with her heavy, pleasured thrumming. He came harder than he ever had in his life, though his own fluids were quickly lost in the sheer volume of hers. He was entirely lost in pleasure. Lost in her .As she calmed, her muscular walls released him. He caught his breath, still trembling from the sheer intensity of the whole experience. He felt her inner walls quivering against him. As the hatch opened up to let him back out, he let out a breathless, shaky laugh. He sat there for a moment. Absolutely drenched in her fluids, his red hair slicked down and stuck against his neck and forehead. He leaned his head back against the warm sides of the maintenance tunnel. He lifted up his hand, still shaking from the intensity and dripping with Zara’s lubricant. “... Frell.” He panted. “I should have brought a towel.”
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“It is done, Captain Havrek.” The Pilot said.
“She’s stopped broadcasting?” The Scarran asked, still holding onto the wall of the corridor even after the quivering of her muscles calmed and everybody could stand steady again.
“Her heat cycle has ended.” She confirmed.“Good.” Havrek said gruffly as he stamped off. “I’m going to drain a whole keg of rezlak now. If you need me, I’ll be drunk in my quarters.”