“‘Egg’a ‘oo ‘oing ‘ain?”

“Please, suck or speak, sweetheart.” I say lazily, propping myself up from my splayed out position on the bed “the two really don’t work well together.”

The lithe, purple skinned alien escort currently impaling her mouth on my sizeable member blushes a deep maroon and draws her head back, long strings of spittle and pre-cum stretching between her lips and my cock as she does.

“Hehe, sorry.” She says, gently stroking my glistening rod with her hand and tracing the outline of my pale abs with one long, clawed finger. She has various piercings adorning her face, a tribal custom of her people, and her eyes are a hypnotisingly iridescent pink. Her silver hair is shaved down to a buzz, save for a large Mohawk that stands up on top and cascades in a long sweep down her back; truly she is a magnificent specimen of her species. “I was asking, where are you going again?”

“Ah!” I say, never one to shy away from a chance to brag, even if it is to someone I’m literally paying to act interested “Creoria-VII, a rim world in the Sulaxis solar system. The Space Council have finally convinced the Creorians to open up diplomatic channels, but we have to set up an embassy on the planet first, so they’re sending me to scout it out and find a suitable area. The only thing is that Creorians are notoriously… uhh, testy. A lot of them hate the Space Council, and even more of them hate humans.”

“Well your people bring that out in a lot of species, wouldn’t you say?” The escort replies with a wry smile, as she props herself up on her knees and shuffles forward so that her moist pussy is hovering above my erection. She takes my cock in one hand and begins to move and rub the flared glans back and forth along her brightly coloured vaginal petals. “Mmm, fuck. I mean, you guys pissed a lot of people off during the great war. Oh! By the heavens! Unng, not bad for a human.” She cries out as she slides down onto the base of my dick.

I close my eyes and lay back onto the bed once more, enjoying how much her pelvic muscles constrict and spasm around my girth. “Y-yes, nasty business, all that. A dark time in… hnng… in humanity’s past.” I say through deep breaths, trying not to lose my train of thought as the young girl begins to expertly gyrate and bob atop me. “But the space council saw our… fuck that’s nice, don’t stop… they saw our value in the end, and welcomed us back into the Republic. Now, I guess as punishment, we get tasked with the shitty jobs.”

“Like trying to set up diplomatic channels with bloodthirsty Creorians?”

“Yeah, something like that.” I say, gripping the alien’s long silver Mohawk and flipping her over onto her back in one smooth movement.

She lifts a slender, inviting leg that I quickly hook over my shoulder, allowing my thrusts to penetrate deeper as she continues our conversation without skipping a beat. “And you’re going all on your own?”

“I’m actually picking my first mate for the voyage right after we’re done here. I’ve narrowed it down to a few candidates.”

“Oooh, don’t suppose you’re still taking applications? I could use an all-expenses-paid ride off this rock.”

“Fun as that would be,” I say, thrusting harder and deeper to punctuate my point “unless you’re secretly a military elite ranger with expertise in gunplay, hacking, hand to hand combat, piloting and espionage, I just don’t think it’ll work.”

“Aww, what if I suck your dick while you fly the ship though?”

“Tempting, but I won’t even have a dick to suck if Mission Control found out.”

“Pfft,” the alien girl says with an adorable little pout “Guess we’ll just have to make this last little rendezvous count, then.”

“Yes, yes we will.” I reply with a mischievous smile.

“Wait… what’s… what’s happening.” She says, eyes growing wide with surprise and pleasure, “Oh fuck, is it…? Ugggh, it’s growing!”

“New cybernetic implants,” I say with a triumphant grin, “just got the upgrades yesterday. You’re the first chance I’ve had to test them out.”

“Holy shit it’s like being fucked by a Mnorinian Rimbeast!”

I crane my neck downwards and begin to suck and flick the alien girl’s stiff nipple, not in the least surprised when the viscous, clear nectar that is a common trait of her species begins to seep from her teat. A sign that orgasm has been successfully achieved.

“Oh my god, yes! Please tell me you have some other tricks hidden up that cock.” She says through breathless moans, before squealing and arching her back spectacularly, as my cybernetically enhanced member begins to vibrate. “Aahh! Fuck me, human! Fuck me like it’s your last day on Xilgar-IV”

Hope you enjoyed reading that prompt as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The idea for the role play is this: I’ll be playing the brash military captain who is being sent to a far away rim world on a diplomatic quest. However, with it being such a long journey there is going to be a lot of stops on the way; that means bizarre alien species, exciting planets, and potential side-quests. Who are you? Well, you’ll be the first mate of the spacecraft, and second in command for the mission. The idea being that you’re a bit of a badass when it comes to space travel, but also have a well fleshed out personality. Most likely our characters will develop a relationship over the course of the mission, be it a professional one with a FWB arrangement on the side, a heated rivalry that manifests in some serious hate-fucking, or maybe something more romantic.

I’m looking to populate this world with fun characters that we can both enjoy meeting (and most likely fucking), and as you can tell from my prompt above, the only limit is your own imagination. So if you have ideas and potential plot lines throw them at me with full force!

Hopefully it’s evident that this is a long term RP, and will require a partner who enjoys writing a story for more than just the smut, but don’t worry, there will be smut aplenty. It’s just that putting a bit of effort into your replies is, for me, the biggest turn on of all.

If you’ve made it this far then thank you for reading! Hope to hear from some of you! Safe travels, space-farers.