Travel took time, after all, and troops and supplies needed to be gathered, prepared; and despite your group's strength, even you all needed rest and time to recover.

So after another battle on another Viltrumite colony whose name you couldn't recall, you were all back on the large warship, heading back to Talescria. A week's travel, plenty of time to recover from the worst of your injuries.

As the ship sped through space, you made the rounds of this part of the ship– the part designated for your group. And while Allen, Tech Jacket, Space Racer, and Battle Beast were here too, you couldn't help but feel the captain of the ship wanted all the Viltrumites in one spot.

Regardless of the reason, you were fine with it, glad to be able to check in on your dad (who you were still working on mending your relationship with), your brother (Mark taking a nap while the cuts he'd sustained healed), and your younger brother (Oliver was hanging out with Zoe when you walked in. Not doing anything private, but you still left after a quick check in. While they were definitely friends, you'd also picked up on the fact the two teens were comforting each other– something you could understand. War was… a lot for people their age. Let them find happiness where they could).

Afterwards, you made your way towards your room, bypassing Allen's (and overhearing him and Telia going at it for the thirty-third time this month) as you did. With a shake of your head, you walked faster until you were out of hearing range.

With a sigh of relief, you turned the corner just as Space Racer exited his room, nearly bumping into each other.

“Woah–!”

“Hey–!”

The sight of him suddenly appearing before you made you quickly step back, stumbling and unbalanced.

Seeing this, Space Racer reacted without a second thought, wrapping an arm around you to help steady you.

Just as he did, your feet lifted off the ground as you instinctively hovered, catching yourself in the process. 

You paused, staring at each other in silence before awkwardly cracking a grin, Space Racer giving an embarrassed chuckle.

“Ah, right, Viltrumite.” He says, hand flexing against your lower back before he pulls back. “I forgot.”

“Yeah,” you agree, heart calming from that brief scare. “You've been doing that a lot.” You comment, looking at him as you move back a bit, putting some space between you.

Space Racer watches, foot twitching like he wants to follow but thinks better of it.

Clearing his throat, the legendary nomad simply says, “You cannot blame a man for worrying about his comrades in the heat of battle. It's hard to think logically when you're focused on survival.”

You hum, tilting your head as you observe the alien. Crossing your ankles, you cross your arms as well, not missing the glance down at your chest. You withhold a smile.

“Yet you don't do the same for my brothers.” You point out, voice soft and low; you move closer, watching Space Racer swallow. “And certainly not for my father. Only for me. Should I be flattered, Racer? Or is this some weird sexist thing I'm not getting?”

Huffing sharply, the alien shakes his head. “I assure you, it's not. Female Viltrumites are just as, if not more, deadly as their male counterparts. I'd never make the mistake of assuming you need protection just because of your sex.”

You let out another hum, moving in closer yet again, almost chest to chest with him as you lean forward. You hold his gaze, watching the way his eyes flicker, indecision clear on his face. Step away, or stay still? Two paths with different endings.

But only one really goes anywhere.

“I like that. Though…” Tilting your head coyly, you ask, “I thought you liked my sex?”

Cheeks turning a dark green, Space Racer sucks in a breath, the both of you staring into each other's eyes, seconds ticking by, the only sound being that of the ship humming faintly around you.

“… I certainly never said I didn't.” He finally whispers, the low tone making goosebumps break out across your arms and your nipples harden.

Slowly stroking your arms, you give the three-eyed alien a soft yet suggestive look, feeling a familiar heat between your thighs.

“Wanna show me how much?”

With a deep breath, Space Racer raised a hand, opening the door to his room without another word.

You'd never have expected to find yourself in an alien's bed at the beginning of this war. Sex had been the last thing on your mind after leaving Earth, all your focus being put on fighting and protecting your family. Which then turned into protecting your allies as you grew close to them.

You didn't have as close of a relationship to Allen as Mark did, but you quickly struck up an easy friendship with the Unopan. And Zoe was nice, pretty much the only other girl around since Telia was usually on Talescria. Whom you were also somewhat friendly with, though that relationship was more professional.

And then, of course, there was Space Racer and Battle Beast.

You recalled the giant cat being the one to beat your brother bloody, but since neither had really brought it up, you'd let it lie as well, though you occasionally gave him narrow-eyed looks whenever he got too bloodthirsty near your brothers.

And Racer… 

Ah. He and you… well…

You kept getting paired up, see. You were the fastest among your family, and so were perfect to guard the legendary rider during battle. You could fight legions of alien soldiers yet the second he was in any danger you could blitz right over and guard him. Which he was thankful for. More than once you and Space Racer had shared a look during the heat of battle, something passing between you two that you tried to ignore.

But it was hard. Especially when you were always in such close proximity to each other, when the stress was ever rising, and the craving for intimacy and closeness grew.

The first time you'd acted on these feelings had been after he'd gotten injured. There'd just been too many things to look out for, blasts from every direction raining down on you.

One had clipped his side, and you went berserk.

Later, as he laid in the medical wing after being tended to, you'd felt so bad for failing him, for letting him get hurt; not only was he an irreplaceable ally, but you liked to believe you were friends too. You'd been desperate to make it up to him.

And so you had… by giving him his first blowjob in over a hundred years.

A damn good one too, based on how he'd moaned and arched his back, fucking himself deeper into your open mouth, expression one of agonized pleasure.

After that, it wasn't a surprise for the two of you to fall into each other's bed whenever the desire struck. Which was often. It kept your spirits high and helped relieve stress.

It also helped that it was a very fun past time.

“Mmm!” Head tilting back, your throat clicked as you swallowed, lips parting as you panted loudly. “That’s it! Right there!”

Between your legs, Space Racer had his face buried in your cunt, lapping messily at your folds and clit as he watched you, staring at how your chest heaved, soft breasts wobbling with the motion.

With a groan, he leaned down, tonguing at the furl of your ass before dragging his tongue up your split, flicking your clit at the end. The sensitive little thing was pulsing in time with your heartbeat, a faint rhythm against his tongue when he sucked it into his mouth and began licking it side from side.

It pulled another wrecked cry from your lips, back arching as you gripped your hands behind your head, not daring to touch anything when you were in the throes of pleasure.

Pulling back, Space Racer pushed up, mouth shiny with saliva and your own juices. He climbed up your body until he hovered over you, guiding his erection to your split.

He rubs the tip between your lips, flushing hotly as he listens to the soft squelches.

Then he guides it to your hole, pressing in without preamble; they'd done this song and dance so many times already that there was really no point in wasting time, not when the pleasure was so sweet and mind-numbing.

Slack jawed, the nomad squeezed his eyes shut as he settled in deep, tip kissing your cervix as he did. With a shaky breath, he opened them to gaze down at you, staring at your blissful expression and feeling proud.

Slowly beginning to thrust, Space Racer reached for your cheek, cupping it as he leaned down for a kiss.

Adjusting the temperature, you stepped under the cool spray with a sigh, letting the water wash away all the sweat you'd accumulated over the last day.

Footsteps echoed in the showers as you tipped your head back, hands rubbing across wet skin. The showerhead in the next stall activated, Space Racer beginning to wash as well.

As you peered over at him, you saw he was looking at you as well. Sharing a slight smile, you focused on washing yourself, otherwise you might be inclined to go for another round.

It was also why you were showering in separate stalls. Washing together was… a bit of a risk. Too distracting.

As you washed your hair, foam thick and sliding down your back, you felt a bit of warmth down below.

As you do, another pair of footsteps echo along the walls, heavier and with a sharp clack to them.

Then–

“You are bleeding.”

Yelping, your eyes snap open and you whirl around, staring up at Battle Beast as he leans over the stall door, peering down at you curiously.

“Battle Beast!” You hiss, not bothering to cover up since he'd already seen you bare before. “Can you not?”

His ears flicked. “I was merely informing you that you are bleeding.” He said, pupils dilating as he looked down. He licked his maw. “I could smell it as soon as I entered.”

Glancing down, you paused as you saw the red along your thigh.

“Fuck.”

Peering over the stall, Space Racer also glimpsed the red and grimaced.

“Are you injured?” He asked, tilting his head. “No. It's coming from inside of you–?” Then he froze, eyes wide. “Please tell me this is a human thing.” He pleads softly, looking nervous.

Glancing between the two aliens, you sigh, rinsing out your hair after you nod.

“Yeah, it is. Human women– or anyone on earth with a uterus– menstruate whenever they haven't gotten pregnant and their uterus sheds its inner lining.” You explain dully, a little annoyed. You weren't supposed to start for a couple more days after all, but– hmm. You and Racer did have a lot of sex. And orgasms could bring it on early.

Okay, your fault for not paying attention. You couldn't blame anyone but yourself.

Racer tips his head back. “Oh, thank Faunus.” He said, then explains: “For my people, during pregnancy the baby sheds and the carrier must deposit the remains. It looks very similar to your menstruation.”

You blink as you take that in, humming. “Huh… so, you thought…?”

At your grin, Space Racer gave a shrug, cheeks tinged blue. “It is a fair thing to assume.”

You hum softly, still amused that he thought you'd be pregnant. Though you supposed you understand. You took pills for it, but one never knew. Especially with your hybrid biology and his alien one.

Then you realized Battle Beast was still standing in front of your stall, eyeing the light trickle of blood intensely.

“Yes?” You ask, wondering what he wanted.

Ears flicking again, the Dornian meets your gaze.

“May I lick your clean?” He asks, polite as can be despite the hunger in his voice and the way his pupils flex, shrinking and then growing.

You stop. So does Space Racer.

Cheeks heating up a bit, you splutter, glancing at your… friend? Lover? then at Battle Beast, water still raining down on you.

“You–? Battle Beast, it's coming from my vagina. My pussy.” You say while gesturing, like it wasn't already clear enough.

The great warrior nods and hums, the sound just like a purr. “I am aware. Why? If you are not willing, then say so. I'll not force myself upon you no matter how much your scent makes my mouth water.”

You just stare at him.

Space Racer adjusts the water, glancing between you and the Dornian. When you meet his gaze again, as though asking what he thinks, he gives you a small shrug and a smile.

“It's your choice,” he says, looking back at the lion-like alien. “Do what you want.” He had no complaints either way.

You were not strictly his, after all. And he could admit that Battle Beast was an attractive warrior. He wouldn't mind witnessing him pleasure you.

With the ball entirely in your court, you swallowed, cheeks heating as you looked the giant anthropomorphic lion over, considering. As you did, you rinsed out your hair, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought about it, pictured it...

Battle Beast waits patiently, tail– freed from his clothes– swaying behind him.

Standing upright, you squeezed your hair and shut off the shower, turning to face Battle Beast; besides you, Racer's washing came to a slow, glancing between his comrades as he eagerly awaited your decision.

“Well?” You looked up at him, leaning back against the tiles. “Come on then.”

A wicked grin appeared on his maw at that, and Battle Beast didn't hesitate to enter your stall and join you.

His claws clacked along the tiled floor as he approached, kneeling before you. Reaching forward, his warm, furry palms dragged up your wet skin until he gripped your thighs. He didn't need to say a word as you activated your flight, hovering as he guided your thighs apart so he could gaze upon the drenched red hair between your legs.

With a purr, he leaned in, sniffing at your mound. His eyes rolled back, tongue licking his lips with eagerness.

“A true delicacy,” he rumbled, leaning in. His tongue flicked out, lapping up your folds and making you flinch at the roughness of it. “Mmm, Viltrumite blood truly is superior…”

Breath hitching, you pressed your head back against the wall, watching as Battle Beast began to lap at your pussy, rough tongue parting your folds and gathering a fresh flow of blood into his mouth with each swipe. It made you moan, soft yet loud in the large room.

Space Racer watched, roughly washing his pecs before his hand lowered, fingers flicking at the frills along his ribs, small bursts of pleasure hitting him.

He continues touching himself as the Dornian ate you out, claws leaving raised lines across your skin as he held you still, your head tilted back as you moaned aloud, throat bobbing as you swallowed and cried out.

The rough length of Battle Beast's tongue lapped at your folds and sensitive clit, each flick across it made you flinch from how painfully good it felt.

“B-Battle Beast–”

“Thokk,” he pulled back a bit, lazily blinking up at you as he licks the blood from his snout. “If you're to cry out my name, then use my true one! Cry out for Thokk, little one, as I feast on your bloody quim until you shatter and soak my pelt with your release!”

Dramatic, you thought looking down at him, a little hazy from the building arousal. You just nodded, gently tangling your fingers in his mane.

“Alright, Thokk.” You say breathily, smiling before it wavers as he leans back in, moans spilling from your mouth once more as he hungrily feasts on your cunt, claws digging in, almost breaking skin.

As you ride his face and let out every embarrassing noise that rises from your throat, you make eye contact with Space Racer, watching his arm move rhythmically, his lips parted as he pants softly, watching the proceedings with arousal.

“Racer…” You murmur, giving him a softer look, thighs trembling as that rough sandpaper tongue circles your clit, repeated swirls of beautiful agony until you're arching, voice rising to an unmistakable scream of release as your orgasm hits, forceful and hard as you cum all over Thokk’s tongue, cum and blood dripping out and swallowed up immediately.

“Thokk!” You keen, teeth gritting as you shake in his hold, trying to pull him away as he keeps torturing you with rough licks, nerves on fire. “Please– stah– stop!”

With a rumble, he does.

Leaning back, Battle Beast tilts his head back to gaze up at you with blown pupils, licking his chops slowly, maw soaked with red.

Finally you can breathe, slumping against the wall as you catch your breath. Gently, you rub his ears, feeling him purr as he nuzzles your inner thighs.

“Good kitty.” You mumble, glancing at Racer. He's making that face he does whenever he's trying not to cum, face flushed a blue hue and breathing heavily. Despite the wall between you, you can easily imagine his heavy swollen cock dangling between his legs, so fat it couldn't do anything but point straight down.

The mental image brought on another wave of arousal and you clenched, more blood dripping from you with the wetness. You loved how heavy he was, how Space Racer could sink into you and make you feel grounded with just his dick.

Slowly though, you look away from him and down at Battle Beast. The giant cat is still nuzzling your thighs, and as you look further down, you can spot his giant pink prick poking out of his sheath.

The sight makes the haze return, cunt clenching as you imagine that thing shoving into you, dragging along your walls with those backwards facing barbs.

Would it hurt, you wonder, feeling yourself clench again. You had a high pain tolerance by now, but still. It's not like your vagina got special training or anything. It would definitely feel weird, at the very least.

Still…

“Racer?” You say, voice low, almost sultry with arousal; you meet his gaze, feeling a thrill pass through you. “Come here. I want you both.”

Your words make both men excited, Thokk purring deeply as he stands, giving his shaft a few pumps. It darkens to a light red, barbs pale along its length. Your heart skips a beat at the sight.

Space Racer enters your stall without hesitation, squeezing in with little trouble. The stalls are big, after all, made for all sorts of aliens.

Still hovering, you lean back until you're lying on air, grinning up at your green lover before looking down at his cock, reaching to stroke his thighs.

“Hello~” you coo, wrapping a hand around the scaly appendage. It lies heavy in your palm, pulsing faintly beneath all the soft scales.

While Racer slides a hand along your wet chest to grope your tits, Thokk grips your hip in one hand, pushing your thighs open to stand between them. He holds his dick as he rubs the pointed tip between your folds, getting himself as wet as possible before notching himself at your entrance.

“This will be a tight fit, little warrior,” the Dornian warns lowly, pupils blown wide. “Prepare yourself.”

You do, taking a breath when he begins to push it.

You groan low and long as he pushes all the way in, a slow journey that makes every barb drag along your walls. When he pauses, ever so slightly moving back, your voice rises into a startled whine when the barbs hook against your flesh, sensitive nerves set alight.

Space Racer looks down at you, stroking your face and neck as he mutters encouragements. You try to smile at him but can't, all your focus on what's going on between your legs and not using your strength to hurt either of them.

As Thokk settles, you shakily breathe, panting as your head tips back, neck bared; Racer thumbs at it, feeling your pulse and the way you swallow.

He can't wait to see it bulge as you suck on his cock.

A furry palm rubs against your belly, over the bulge that had formed when Battle Beast pushed all the way in. It makes you flex, clenching around him. The alien grunts, teeth bared for a moment in pleasure as he sighs almost sweetly.

“What a good mate you are,” he says, still rubbing his cock through your skin. “You chose well, Space Racer. A Viltrumite is a worthy mate for any warrior.”

The nomad blushes a bit, not expecting such an… odd compliment, but accepts it, grabbing his dick and guiding it to your lips.

“Thank you, Battle Beast. Though in all honesty, she chose me. I am the lucky one here.”

You just smile while licking the underside of his shaft, wiggling your tongue between the soft scales.

Hands on your hips, Thokk squeezes, chuckling. “Ah, if you say so. Yet still…”

He began to pull out, making you warble in confusion, feeling a mix of pleasure and almost pain from below.

“… it is a rare thing for a Viltrumite to choose to mate with other species. In this, we are immensely lucky, and thus should cherish this moment.” He said, eyeing his blood and slick covered cock, ears slightly flattened. “One never knows if they'll get another chance.”

His ominous words are followed by a deep thrust that makes you cry out– followed by a scream as he pulls back out, barbs dragging and yanking at your flesh. Yet it endures, pussy walls sensitive yet strong.

Battle Beast starts up a brutal pace, indulging himself after so long. Above you, Space Racer watches your tits bounce and your expression, stroking himself a bit.

That won't do, you think, parting your lips and sucking on the tip. He hisses through his teeth as you begin to gulp him down, taking more and more of him within your maw until your throat begins to bulge.

You don't gag– probably another Viltrumite quirk– even as he presses deep, swallowing and licking at his cock, letting him grip your head and thrust as he desires.

You hang between the two alien men, grunting and whining around their cocks as you're filled over and over again. Between your legs, you're on fire, pleasure and sweet pain mixing into something maddening. It makes you feel weird, full and heavy, almost. Like there's a weight, something in you that wants to come out.

It almost feels like you want to pee.

Groaning and whining around Space Racer, you lay a hand on Battle Beast’s hand, squeezing as you feel the pressure increase, his thrusts getting faster, louder, furry hips slapping against your ass and coming back soaked and bloody.

The alien lion throws his head back, an animalistic roar leaving him– the sound rumbles from his throat, croaky and rough as he loses himself to instinct. He fucks harder, striking every nerve until the pressure is too much to contain. You're moaning, sound reverberating around Racer as he uses your throat as he pleases, eyes rolling back as you both get closer–

Thokk presses deep, grinding against something sensitive. Another lash of pleasure-pain hits you.

And then you're cumming, bursting as the pressure finally releases and you squirt, drenching Thokk's belly in clear liquid while you wail around the dick in your mouth, your lover groaning at the sensation before he stills in your throat, scales hardening and locking himself in place before he's also cumming, flooding your throat with too much cum.

It's a fight to swallow it all, belly bulging even more now as you're filled from another end.

And then Battle Beast cums as well, a deep animalistic sound leaving him as he nearly hunches over you, hips rutting a couple times before stilling, seed beginning to flood you.

You breathe through your nose, mind empty as you lose yourself to the haze of bliss. Despite your mouth still being achingly full, you're content, relaxed as Battle Beast pulls out, cum and blood spilling out and onto the tiled floors.

As all three of you catch your breaths– you with a bit more difficulty– Racer looks down and curses.

“Sorry– it'll go down in a moment.” He says, wincing as he eyes your throat. That would definitely leave a bruise…

You give a weak thumbs up, slowly lowering yourself, head still tipped back.

Before long he goes limp, scales soft once more and he can pull out. You cough when he does, rubbing your throat uncomfortably.

“Oh, wow. Ow.” You wince, swallowing painfully. But it would be fine in an hour or two, you knew. You could bear it for a bit.

Space Racer offers you a hand, and you stand up, looking between both men.

Battle Beast looks extremely satisfied, purring softly.

“A pleasing session.” He said, standing proud with his blood soaked cock still out. “I'd be honoured to join you again if you're willing.”

Sharing a look with Space Racer, who just shrugs, you give Thokk a smile.

“Sure. We'll call you if we want another threesome.” You say roughly, the Dornian nodding before leaving the stall, entering another to wash up.

Alone together, you look at Racer, reaching to turn on the shower head with a smile.

“Help me wash up?”

He grins, already reaching for the soap.

Staring down at the little incubator where his child lied, Thragg couldn't help but feel angry.

Not at the babe.

Not at you.

But at himself.

This was his fault.

Thragg had been impatient. He'd been blessed, given a gift in the form of twins and yet it hadn't been enough. He'd wanted more, been more focused on the numbers of Viltrumites rather than the words of your doctor and hadn't given you enough time to heal.

The recommended time between pregnancies was 18-24 months.

Thragg had only given you a year.

He should've–

He shouldn't have–

If only he thought it through–

Regret was a familiar weight on the Grand Regent's shoulders. Every time he made a decision, it always teetered between blowing up in his face or working out.

Usually, it blew up in his face.

Like now.

You had had twins, two babies sapping your body of all its nutrients– and yes, Thragg had taken care of you. Made sure you were fed before and during the pregnancy with healthy, nutritious meals, gave you all the required medicine you'd needed, ensured you were always resting and stress free. But it hadn't been enough.

Not when there was only one year between the birth of Ursaal and Onaan and the conception of this one. Not when your body hadn't recovered enough.

Azul had been born premature. A month early. And Thragg had only himself to blame.

The little creature opened its dark little eyes then, tiny limbs twitching. Thragg watched him, remaining still as his second son opened his mouth soundlessly before going still again, back to sleep.

He watched that tiny chest rise and fall, eyes glued to paper thin skin and the heartbeat visible through it.

It was only Thragg and his son in the room. You were at home resting, tending to the twins. You hadn't wanted to go, to leave your baby, but Thragg had put his foot down.

You needed rest. Needed to recover. And you couldn't do that while worrying over Azul.

And the twins needed at least one of their parents.

So Thragg remained, stalwart as he guarded his weak child, waiting until he began to grow healthier and could survive outside of this contraption.

"You are a Viltrumite," he'd whisper late into the night, never once resting. He'd gone weeks without rest before. He could do it again. Had more reason to now than ever before. "You are destined to conquer, to claim the stars." He said, carefully sliding a hand through the slot in the side, resting a finger in his son's palm. "You will survive this. I know you will."

Because this was Thragg's son, son of the strongest Viltrumite there has ever been.

Because this is your son, son of the only human worthy of him, the only person whose ever softened him.

He doesn't have a single doubt in his heart that his son, his Azul, is a fighter and will survive this, no matter his father's foolishness that led to this situation in the first place.