Space Heat

	Ridley’s claws idly tapped a rhythm as he sprawled in the captain’s chair. Sure, he didn’t need a space ship, but most of his crew did. His sleek head, with a long muzzle and the back of his head jutting out into a point, stared up at the fluorescent lights. His pupil-less eyes blinked slowly, trying to wet his long, crooked neck on the inside as he rumbled. It was ridiculously hot in the ship, some pipes leaking or something he couldn’t be bothered with. The point was he was near sweating and barely clothed, his purple hide on display for any to see. Muscular torso and arms from years as a pirate, digitigrade legs ready for leaping into flight with his wings. Those were spread too, a little painfully so to keep as much of him from being overheated. His toe claws scraped the metal as he repositioned himself. The plated tail moved so he could lightly play with the tail blade at the end, producing another metal scrape sound.
	If one was to be around, they would find their captain had not gone fully nude. Ridley’s muzzle split into a grin as he lightly ran a claw along his body. It ran around a nipple before flicking it, making him hiss lightly as arousal flooded his body. Continuing down, it ran across his stomach to the plates around the navel, soft and malleable as any furred creatures pubes would be. Then to his waistband, half tempted to dip under it but the pirate was feeling lazy, ghosting his fingers over it the bulging pouch. He couldn’t help the squeeze to his package, tilting his head back some and breathing deeply, feeling his rather endowed genitals pulse in response. Fuck, he was horny too. This heat did no favors.
	Deciding dawdling was not a good option, the gargoyle stood on his feet, stretching himself. His claws came down to scratch at his bare ass, black jockstrap making him very open to the elements in the ship. His measured gait belied his power, eyes half lidded in boredom. Also, he was much more aware of the need growing between his legs, the pouch already stretching to contain his half arousal. Ridley hoped his quarters were finished by now, the cool would help him when he relieved himself of his desire. The door slid open quietly as the pirate walked into the corridor and looked both ways. He briefly considered heading for the barracks or repairs, maybe find one of the regular cock sleeves. Instead, he turned towards his own room, deciding it would be best to be alone so he could jerk one out and sleep off the heat if needed.
	As the gargoyle approached the corner, he head the sound of a wrench. Taking said turned, his eyes landed upon one of the repair crew, hard at work in a section of the wall next to his room. It was a green alien bug thing, four arms hard at work in the wall. His green differed in a paler under the neck and a darker one fo his fuzzy hair that seemed styled in a mohawk between two antenna. His skin tight suit bulged a bit around the neck and chest, almost like a female but the rather sizable lump between the legs said male or maybe herm. Though the pirate’s gaze lay in the booty, pushed out from crouching as the insect was. The gargoyle’s eyelids drifted lower, enjoying the view and wanting less on that round and tight ass. A throb between the legs said he wanted it quite bad. As captain and space plunderer, he would take what he wanted as he always did.
	Ridley’s claws clacked on the metal, the mechanic’s gaze shifting from his work for a moment to stare at the captain. His eyes, completely black except for the white pupil, widened as he turned back to task, seeming to try to work faster. The tail curled up tighter at his approach before the pirate stopped behind the worker. He crouched down himself, a smirk appearing on his face at the bug’s body shaking lightly. The bug was nervous, stopping at one point and Ridley chose then to strike. Freezing, the mechanic was helpless as the gargoyle grabbed a clawful of that ass, squeezing it. Even through the suit, it felt soft. The worker went back to the pipes in the wall, lightly working as the pirate trailed a hand down and around before grabbing the bug’s bulge. A loud clank was heard and the insect finally spoke.
	“C-captain?!”
	Humming, Ridley spoke himself. “Name.”
	“A-Anzan, s-sir.” It was likely hard to focus, with the pirate easily feeling the twitching in the suit as he squeezed it. The rear wasn’t left alone, the other hand squeezing it too.
	“Progress?”
	“Y-your room i-is done s-sir.”
	The gargoyle finally let go of the insect to stand. Yet as Anzan stood, he was embraced from behind, Ridley digging his groin into the bug’s rump. His voice was a hissing whisper in the other’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you boy.”
	A shudder ran through the smaller male. “P-please, n-not in pub-public!”
	“Then get your ass in my room.” The pirate let go of the mechanic, who stumbled as he hurried into the adjourning room. Ridley grinned widely, clicking his tongue twice as he called the few others who were waiting around the corner he’d noticed earlier. Giving quiet instructions to the others, the gargoyle grinning wolfishly as he entered alone, knowing all too well his crew would be behind him in only a few minutes, Anzan stood timidly by the bed, both sets of arms clasped lightly together as Ridley grew closer. Looming over the insect, he spoke in a rough voice.
	“Strip.”
	As the mechanic moved to shrug off his clothing, a claw quickly cut in. “Tease me.” Anzan stood still for a moment before nodding his head. Seeming to choose a song, he started a slow gyrating, his hands sliding over his curves and rubbing his chest some. The pirate rumbled, admiring the form that, admittedly, wasn’t hid well in the skin tight suit the insect wore. The effect, though, was working as his jockstrap pulled away from his body in desire. Any more pressure and the gargoyle would have to buy a replacement jockstrap. Again. The bug unzipped the uniform, bringing it down to rest on his hips. Fabric straining, Ridley watched the thick fluff around the neck and chest come into view, a far cry from anything female orientated, a set of hands running through it as another dipped to the waistband and hook there. An even darker green tongue came out, licking over the fangs and lips as the mechanic turned his body around. Arms again came up, behind his head to stay as the other’s went down his sides to his waistband again. This time, though, he pushed out his rear and slid the suit down.
	The pirate was entranced. A full green moon on display, fuzzy and round, framed by two straps. True treasure there. A loud rip echoed as the gargoyle bit his tongue, the intense ache between his legs easing slightly. He blinked as he looked around the floor a little, wondering where his now useless underwear was when Anzan moved. Looking up, Ridley’s eyes widened slightly as he saw the jockstrap now precariously perched on the insect’s muzzle, no movement to be rid of it. A faint flush was visible on the mechanic’s cheeks, every breath a musky scent in his nostrils. It was too much for the gargoyle, reaching forward and slipping his claws into the waistband before a loud tearing precedented the suit’s remnants scattering to the floor. The bug made a startled noise before gasping as he was lifted by the large pirate and flipped upside down.
	Now with a rather large bulge in his snout, Ridley let his tongue loll out and slowly drag across the fabric of the jockstrap. He was pleased when there was a response, straining to press into his wet appendage as Anzan groaned below. The insect’s rather pronounced bulge, complete with a fuzz trail leading to the waistband, wasn’t his target though. Lowering the mechanic, he tensed as his large length was grabbed ahold of, looking down to see green fingers wrapping his base. A small, whispered ‘gods’ before Anzan stared back up at him. A smirk played on the pirate’s muzzle as he let his tongue drag between the cheeks, earning a gasp and a squeeze to his shaft. Anzan’s taste was to his liking, as the gargoyle rumbled in his chest and leaked pre. When he felt lips press to his tip, a tongue flick at the pre, he let out a groan of his own.
	Ridley’s eyes lidded as the bug took him into his muzzle. He was halfway when he stopped, hands twisting the remaining dick as he suckled on what was there, another set of hands grabbing his ass. The pirate glanced over as movement came from the doorway, seeing a few others filing in, already in the nude. His cock throbbed at the sight of them, arousal higher as he got to work with his own tongue. One of the gargoyle’s arms may be holding the mechanic up, but his free one was grasping and kneading at the furry ass before spreading it. His tongue rolled over the entrance hidden there, feeling the insect tense up and moan around his shaft, vibrating it. Hips pushing forward, the gargoyle slipped his tongue around the tail hole a few times. Then the insect began to bob his head, sucking on the length within and making Ridley growl lowly. Deciding to stop teasing, the pirate’s tongue plundered deep into the treasure, wiggling around. A gasp and deep moan sent tingles up the gargoyle’s spine, making him press further into the maw. Anzan must have gagged as drool dripped along his dick and down his plated balls. Leaning back some, the pirate was able to hold the mechanic up with the power of his legs only, allowing his hand to freely move again. 
	Gravity did its work as the bug slid further down, choking on the large dick in him. It didn’t matter to Ridley, who loved the noises as much as using his tongue to fuck the fuzzy rear. A claw dipped in with his long appendage, stretching the hole wider. A low noise came from him as groans and gags both pleasured his sensitive cock, his balls drawing up already. Fuck it’d been way too long since he had fucked anyone or even gotten himself off! Walking forward, he got an eep from below before the mechanic was roughly dropped onto the bed there on his back. With the new position, and the momentary confusion of the insect, the gargoyle gripped Anzan’s head and rammed himself in to his base. A gurgling came this time, hands scrabbling as the pirate’s legs and at the rather rounded throat. A sinister grin formed as Ridley pulled all the way to his head, hearing the bug heave in air only to choke on it and the large shaft blocking airflow. The second time, he heard the wet plap that his wet balls made contact with the other’s nose.
	There was no real struggling for the mechanic, either used to this or understanding his position well. The gargoyle was easily ramming himself in and out, feeling the need rise within him. The insect wasn’t idle, a set of hands once more gripping his ass and squeezing while one of the other’s stroked the bug’s own cock and the last tried to massage the throat anytime the pirate hilted. Snarling some, Ridley went harder and faster, the bug having an easier time than it seemed before taking a length of the gargoyle’s caliber. With a cry, though, the pirate shot his first load, hilting himself in that warm cavern. Jets of seeds went directly into Anzan’s gullet, who happily gulped it down before he once more started pushing against Ridley to let him breathe. Pulling back to the tip, he let the rest fill up the mechanic’s maw before he sighed with relief at the immediate orgasm did for him.
	Tension left him in droves and he felt his balls were lighter, though his sweaty form reminded him of the heat he had been feeling. It wasn’t as bad as before, the room having cooled off as the insect had said. Though as he pulled fully out, dick coated in saliva and cum, he watched the labored breathing of the other as he swallowed the load and gasped for air. The gargoyle’s shaft twitched, not satisfied with just a blowjob. As he stepped around the bed, he smirked at the audience in the room, noting a few had indeed blown their own load. Some had not, knowing their captain would be able to go another round and awaiting the better finish. It didn’t matter much to the pirate as he grabbed Anzan’s legs and drug him across the comforter. A gasp as the mechanic’s legs were spread out wide and Ridley pressed his large length against the other’s.
	“I told you I was going to fuck you.”
	The bug flushed, keeping his eyes on the gargoyle. A passing idea in the pirate’s head wondered if the insect even knew about the audience. It didn’t really matter as the captain pulled backwards, hand moving to grasp his base as he teased between Anzan’s cheeks. Even though his dick caught on the hidden entrance, Ridley held himself back to pass it a few times. The small gasps and whimpers were quite a turn on. Then the mechanic spoke.
	“P-please, d-don’t tease me!”
	Begging? That was a turn on. With a feral-esque grin, the gargoyle did as bidden, pushing against the ring of flesh with his rod. A growl came from the pirate at the resistance until, with a gasp from the bug, he speared the other open and sunk a good few inches in. Drawing up short, the captain needed to catch his own breath from the overstimulation. The insect was a groaning mess, shivering and writhing already. Unable to help himself, Ridley pushed more and more of himself into the poor mechanic until he hilted. The cum and saliva already on his length would aid him well as he pulled back his hips, leaving the head inside before shoving fully back inside.
	Anzan was gripping the sheets on the bed in two of his hands, balled into fists to keep him steady. The other two, however, were on his body, both on his chest before one started its trek down towards the prominent bulge within the jockstrap. It easily squeezed and rubbed it, making the already panting bug gasp and groan through his breathing. As it was reaching inside, the gargoyle grasped the wrist and stopped him. The mechanic looked pitiful as the pirate smirked, his tail coming up and around. With a few simply flicks, the skimpy underwear was in tatters, the rather large insect dick bouncing around at the newfound freedom. The captain grabbed ahold of the length and ever so slowly started to stroke, an odd rhythm compared to his pounding hips. Anzan was writhing, eyes closed and fists bunching in the sheets, his chest fluff and around Ridley’s own arm. Unable to do anything, just how he liked it. The gargoyle leaned down over the bug and went harder and faster with his thrusts, keeping the mechanic on edge with his ever slow cock tease.
	The pirate was already building towards his second release. Between the tight ass, overstimulation and general appeal of performing such an act in front of others was quite the turn on. His tongue wormed its way around the insect’s neck and along his jaw. He was easily able to stuff it into the gasping muzzle, muffling any noise as he began hammering away at the small male’s entrance. He was getting close and if the pre leaking from the shaft in his grasp was any indication, so was Anzan. Deciding it was time, Ridley pulled his tongue, which had been mercilessly thrusting into the other’s muzzle, brought his maw to the bug’s ear.
	“I can tell you’re close.” A small whimper from the mechanic. “Why don’t you show your audience how much you need release.”  That got the insect’s attention, his head whipping to the side to finally see all the others in the room with them. His entire body tensed up, frozen. Stopping his pounding, the gargoyle rapidly stroked at the green length. Anzan arched his back, gasping and moaning deeply as thick wads of cum shot from his shaft. The pirate kept stroking him, leaning back up and away from the ropes of seed as he started thrusting once more. The milking was incredible but feeling the constant squeezing around his own dick felt better when he was rutting. He loved taking whatever he wanted and fucking someone through their orgasm definitely hit one of his buttons. Which happened to lead to his own release, roaring out and hammering away at the tapering bug. Thick splatters of his seed sprayed out onto his legs and balls as he sawed away, leaving both their lower area coated before he finally hilted and let the rest spill out. It wasn’t the captain’s best or biggest load, but he was horny enough for a second one today.
	Left panting, his head lowered some as he recovered from his bliss. The sharp scent of cum wafted through his nose, the many types of creatures having blown one in his room merging with his own and the mechanic’s. Most were idly playing with their seed-coated lengths, having finished or still enjoying the muzzle that was wrapped around one or two. As the gargoyle slid his cock from the well used insect, he rumbled lowly and laid on his side. Able to see the shifting of the others to leave, his hand snaking out to rub over Anzan’s belly. The bug groaned lowly at the light touch running over the swelled stomach, burdened by two large loads. It moved through the thick bush before grasping the half-hard shaft, making the mechanic gasp and groan as he was stroked. Wet noises issued forth as Ridley watched the crew leave his room. An itch was forming as he kept sliding his hand up and down, noting how large the insect truly was between the legs. Once the last of the spectators had left, the pirate stood lazily, stretched and walked over to the door and locked it. No one was to be privy to his more…intimate needs. Getting the dick wet was one thing. What he planned to do? Well, probably the same but he’d rather not take any chances.
	Now that they had privacy, the captain held up his covered hand, gazing at it. His tongue slipped out and coiled about one of his claws, sliding the cum from it and tasting it. Decent. Not what he wanted, turning himself about to face Anzan to see the bug stroking at his once more hard length, another hand groping his balls and a third his chest. The gargoyle grinned a little himself, feeling a stirring between his legs as he let his hand drift behind him, underneath his tail to lightly scrape at his entrance. He rumbled lightly, gaining the mechanic’s attention some as he began his trek back to the bed.
	“S-sir,” his voice was raspy and wet, likely from being abused by a thick cock. “I feel your cum in me. It’s so hot.” A set of hands gripped his shaft and tugged on it some. “I can’t help myself. I need to…”
	“Stop.”
	The insect froze entirely, scared or otherwise Ridley couldn’t guess. The pirate stood looming before the other male. “Move your hands off.” Anzan complied, whimpering a little as he throbbed in the cool air. Crawling up the bug, the captain grinned at the needy confusion he saw. Though that changed into cautious desire when the gargoyle pressed his rear end down against the dick. He slid it up and down between his cheeks as the mechanic moaned before he stopped, lifting himself up and grabbing ahold of the length. Guiding it to his tailhole, he pressed against it. Relaxing the best he could, Ridley grunted as the head popped in, a throaty ‘fuck’ coming from below. Moving his tail around, he pressed the sharp blade against the insect’s neck. Fear shown as he leaned down again.
	“You speak of this to no one.”
	A simple nod and a swallow was enough for the pirate to move his tail aside and slide himself further down. He hissed as he did, the stretching a touch painful from disuse. He’d pause here and there, listening to the labored breathing of Anzan as well as the breathy moans he emitted. Slowly but surely he descended down the large green length until his balls nestled in the pubes and the other’s orbs pressed into his rear end. The captain tilted his head back, growling lowly at the sting of pain yet the wonderful feeling of being filled. It was soothing the itch he had, but it wasn’t gone. Not yet at least. Gazing down at the bug, his face twitching into a smirk, the gargoyle used his powerful legs to push himself up to the top before slamming back down. The mechanic gasped and arched, writhing as a pair of hands grabbed his ass and the other’s the bed sheets. Ridley himself was unable to keep in a small moan this time, his pleasure spot so rarely used this way.
	Up and down he bounced, growls and grunts with the occasional groan, his shaft grown hard again and bobbing with his movements. The hands on his ass grasped and squeezed him intermittently, an easy signal of intense pleasure wracking the insect. The pirate himself gasped when a set of hands grabbed his dick, stroking him and another his balls to roll. Anzan seemed a bit hesitant as the captain looked at him before he grinned and nodded, riding all the harder as he was jerked off by handsy bug. His already seedy length made it easy to slide the hands along and it was easier to slide the large mechanic in and out of him. Then he rumbled, head tilting back as the insect powered into his already descending ass. Balls began to slap the captain’s rear as Anzan thrusted up into him. Between the hand assisting and the shaft in him, the gargoyle’s third orgasm was building rather substantially. He was already hot and sweaty before all of this and now he was practically shining. His chest was heaving as he struggled to breathe, though it was a little surprising when the bug let out a small howl of his own.
	Having been hilted, Ridley felt jets of warmth spread throughout his innards. The hand tugging on his cock didn’t stop, easily making the aroused pirate hit his last bliss for the night. His length pulsed as he shot a rather weak set of strings onto the mechanic’s already drenched fur as he felt seed leak out around his own used tail hole. He was sure it was making a mess of the insect’s balls and pubes like his own had earlier. It didn’t seem to matter as Anzan tapered off, content and sprawled out all over the bed. Growling a little, the pirate slid himself off the little bug, earning a gasping groan from the other. Once free, he could feel his sore ass gaping as he laid on the bed next to the mechanic.
	“Captain?” The captain hummed. “You, uh, destroyed my clothes.”
	“And?”
	“Do you, um, think you could-“
	“You’ll walk your naked ass back by yourself.”
	“O-oh, ok, sir.” The insect seemed to be ready to raise himself up before a hand laid on his chest.
	“Stay. Rest. Shower. Then you can leave.”
	“Yes, sir.”
	The gargoyle may be a ruthless pirate and swashbuckler captain, but he knew that a good lay wasn’t always easy to find and having found one, he’d like to keep him around.