Have nearly 3000 words of powerful yet submissive alien. I hope this suits? Sorry I sat on it for a while – I hope you remember asking for it…
NSFW, with a little warning for brief mention of needles and wounds.
You encountered more kinds of xeno-anatomy in your first six
months aboard the ship than you’d seen in your whole six years of med school
back on Earth. This was an alliance battle cruiser, so you had a regular stream of every
shape and size of soldier imaginable coming through the med bay.
The ship’s doctor, Maehve, was a seven foot tall J’Hantahri
who brooked no nonsense when it came to her med bay. It tended to keep the
newer recruits from going there on a whim to get out of training exercises, and
soldiers who had a firm hand tended to sit still long enough to get patched up.
Maehve had four stomachs and you suspected that all of them
were made of iron, because you’d never seen her so much as flinch as she
treated detached shells, torn limbs, shattered horns, acid-spit burns, ruptured
these and broken those. She also liked to boss you around, which grated. You
ached to be the one giving orders for a change, but with your rank, the chances
of that were lower than your chances of finding a decent chocolate bar on board.
One sol, the First Officer himself was brought into the med
bay with a huge blaster wound in his ribcage. Apparently a mission to a hostile
planet for negotiations had failed and they’d barely made it out at all.
The hulking Kharmorian was even taller than Maehve, and he
was twice as wide. His skin was black as ink, and covered in microscopic flecks
of pearly white, like stars in the endless view from the observation deck. Six
eyes, arranged three on each side of his head, glared out from a flat face,
with slit nostrils that flared occasionally as his pain mounted. Thick, viscous
drool was occasionally known to slip from a mouth that was full of razor sharp
teeth, cylindrical, transparent, and gleaming like polished crystal, and his
jaw unhinged to gape wide enough to swallow your entire head whole if he was
really in a rage. Or in the canteen after a workout.
In short, he was nine foot of pure muscle, and rumour had it
his saliva was poisonous. But that might just have been his temper.
And here he was, cursing in his guttural, native Kharmorian,
and looking like he was about to try and eat Maehve whole, her chitinous
plating be damned. Inadvisable, you
thought with a smile.
His muscles were gorgeous as he gripped the edge of the
stretcher, snapping and snarling as Maehve lowered her mandibled face toward
the wound and chittered angrily before prodding carefully with one of her more
humanoid hands. She had a lot of hands.
He hissed at her, and as his mouth opened, you saw the huge
teeth, transparent and beautiful in the harsh light of the med bay. He had two tongues, you discovered, biting your
lip to keep from smiling. He was really very beautiful, if… intimidating.
“Don’t you dare take that tone with me,” Maehve rattled,
utterly unfazed by his display, her dry voice full of command.
To your astonishment, the massive First Officer went utterly
still. His torso was still clenched, however, and Maehve twitched her head like
a mantis. She cuffed him on the side of his head. She actually cuffed the First Officer as though he
were no more than a disobedient child to be disciplined.
“Lie back down. Don’t move.”
Again, an almost imperceptible shiver ran through him, and
he went slack on the gurney.
“Good.”
His legs, thick and muscular and speckled with more
pearlescent white dots, shook and he tipped his head back, all six of his eyes
closing.
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