#rook alien

what you need to do is pick him up like Thia, since all the 120/A-2s look to be plenty light and he's even missing legs, and you have to just walk off the ship before he realizes the Specimen is still viable. that way he will never feel compelled to go into Big Faker Mode (mind you, a mode it seems ash was nearly incapable of in comparison to rook's incredible proficiency)

David; the very good boy

Tags for this story: Pet play, leash & collar, submissive male, dominant female, leather is loosely mentioned, praise kink.

…Another harsh tug of the leash made the collar around his neck constrict his airway for a moment, causing the synthetic male to gasp slightly as his body lurched backward from the force. A mildly frustrated grunt left his lips as his hands were forcefully removed from her lap, she tsked disapprovingly. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… you know that only ‘good boys’ are allowed to touch me. No?” She chided him, a smirk on her lips as she twirled the leather of the leash around her fingers, feeling the pristine fabric. 

He swallowed, this was his second mistake in a row, another one would surely be cause for serious reprimand. “Correct.”

He gazed upwards at her, admiring how her form – though shorter than his if the two were standing side by side – towered over him, if only for the moment. The leather boots she wore alongside the matching black-laced panties and bra made the growing heat in his loins further constrict what space he had left in his pants.

You didn't know Rook was capable of eating you out like a man dying of hunger, but! here you were. Back arched as your hand cradled the back of his head like your life depended on it.

He, meanwhile, held onto your thighs so tightly you were sure they would leave bruises in their wake the following day.

Rook was an expert with his mouth, keeping his tongue flat as he greedily lapped at your folds, drinking in your fluids. Or perhaps he was bobbing his head, hollowed out cheeks greedily taking every last inch of your cock - bottoming out impossibly deep. Which leaves you grateful at his lack of a gag reflex.

"You're extraordinary" he murmurs against your skin, voice steady, almost reverent. "Every sound you make… it tells me something" he adds softly, watching your expression, studying every flicker of reaction. "Breathe" he whispers. "Let me learn you."

His favorite pastime while using his mouth on you is adding his fingers into the mix, one entering your cunt/or rear. As he works double time to get you to orgasm for him.

Rook keeps his pace deliberate, each movement matched to your breathing, his focus absolute. The room feels smaller, wrapped in warmth and the quiet sounds between you. His eyes lift to meet yours for a moment—sharp, hungry, but gentle too, as if every reaction is something sacred he's discovering.

"That's it" he whispers, his tone both command and comfort. "Stay with me." You can only nod, fingers curling weakly, your whole body drawn to the gravity of his voice. "Good" he murmurs, a smile ghosting across his lips. "I've got you."