Personal journal of First Private R. Harris, 501st "Iron Rhino" Titan Armor regiment aboard the UAES Progeny.
Day 31, 1300: Apparently one of the moth royalty will be here to meet with the brass. We're to be on our best behavior or, as the Lt. so politely put it, our "asses will be on the first shuttle down to scrub duty* and we won't see so much as deck 2 until we get back to Earth. We've locked that fuckwit O'Leary in his quarters and he's not being let out until they're gone. That shit he pulled with the two moth girls almost got our entire regiment barred from the station. I swear to god, that guy's dick would be better off kept in a safe somewhere.
Anyway, my seniority and ability to behave myself has me, in full armor, playing guard duty to the bosses tomorrow. Likely for nothing, moths seem harmless and friendly. I think they just wanna show off our big scary suits to let them know we're dangerous. Honestly. Buncha pencil pushers wanna wave their dicks around, when these people could have laser eyes or acid blood or something. Still, it'll be neat to meet one of their own...royalty? I think they said she's a princess? Whatever she is, if she's anything like these other moth gals, I'll have plenty to see stuck inside my big metal box.

*[TN: "Scrub duty" is slang for people sent to the very lowest level of the Progeny, called as such because so little happens down there, soldiers tend to get conscripted to janitorial duty just to make them useful.]

Day 32, 2000: Man, what a DAY! I assumed it would just be us showing off how big and strong we are, what with actually having a Titan on duty. I think they saw how terrified they were when we first showed up in armor, so they wanted to let them know we're still ready to defend ourselves in case they're thinking of trying something. Honestly, I think that's kind of dumb, but hey, I just stomp around and shoot bad guys.
Anyway, we met their commanding...caste? I don't really know how it works. Most of us just call her princess. There was this big to do for her when she arrived; guards, what I assume are politicians, aides and the like. I assume there's gonna be some regal, serious woman gracing the room with her presence, letting people kiss her hand and all that. Turns out, she's this tiny thing, like smaller than most other moths even, with this...INSANE body. Like, holy shit, are those things real? She's got everything, swear to god I couldn't stop staring. And she has it all on display, too. Like, she wants the attention, I guess? We have plenty of humans that do that, so I suppose it's not that weird, but I figured a princess wouldn't be that way. Also she has these weirdly disproportionate wings. Like she's this itty bitty little thing (height-wise, anyway) but her wings gotta be bigger than she is. I was told that's a common trait of their ruling caste.

So the princess prances into the room, all eyes on her, and rather than say something profound or regal, she just gawks. At me, in particular. Eyes wide, mouth open, but not in horror or surprise. She almost seemed excited to see us. And me. She said something to one of her aides, but translator couldn't pick it up. From the look on his face as he replied, it was something he wasn't too happy about. She pouted at that, but went back to gawking. There was this big announcement by her entourage, listing out this weird sentence the translator couldn't pick up I later learned was her name and title. Yeesh. Turns out our display of intimidating weaponry backfired and she was actually overjoyed to see Titan armor. She hurried up to me, past waiting dignitaries and ambassadors and looked up to me like some kind of incredibly busty kid in a candy store. I, unsure of what to do, saluted her in a respectful manner. She, in turn, patted and looked over every part of the armor she could reach. Seeing as she came up to not even my waist in the armor, she had quite a few pats on my groin. I'm not sure if this was an accident or on purpose, but Jesus I didn't mind.
I caught something she said this time, and man, her voice is adorable. Super tiny and bubbly. Almost cartoony. She asked if "this" was alive, referring to me as she stared up at my face (or where the armor's head is, anyway) and I nodded, replying with a "yes, ma'am" over the external speaker system. She jumped, causing every inch of her to jiggle like she was made of gelatin, and squealed in delight.

After her aides managed to rein her in to get back to the topic at hand, they did usual politician shit. Moth politics aren't much different and to be honest I was checked out pretty much the whole time. I did, however, catch her highness glancing my way a few times. I admit, I did the same to her. She's hard to ignore. A soft, plump, well-endowed little pink princess wearing clothes that leave little to the imagination, I don't know how anyone could talk about anything but her. But, hey, I'm just a meathead that pilots the tin suit. So they talked and talked and talked and I could tell she was bored to death, but she stuck it out like a trooper. They discussed possible alliances, sharing of resources, knowledge, technology and so on, momentous occasions for both our races and so on. Still, dull and boring. Leave it to politicians to make meeting aliens uninteresting.
Once discussions came to a close everyone parted ways, filing out of the room after sucking up to the princess one last time trying to garner extra favor. She, however, made a bee(moth?)-line for me first chance she got. She hurried over, her aide looking defeated, like this wasn't uncommon, and knocked gingerly on the suit's leg, speaking in that cute as fuck voice again. "Hello?" and I, still unsure of what to do, simply saluted again and greeted her with a "hello, ma'am" and nothing else. My bosses were watching. I screw this up, my ass is on scrub duty the next damn day. So, princess says, as if it's the most natural thing in the world "Open up, please." I freeze, look at her, smiling wide and expectantly (I get the feeling she doesn't hear the word "no" very often), then to the four fucking star general standing across the room. He nods to me, so I pop the hatch and the suit splits open, revealing the meaty little soldier inside. She beams even wider, looking me over like a cook at a meat market and nods to herself. She turns to her aide, who just scowls back at her. He's not too thrilled with something, but I'm not sure what. She pouts again, but gives me this...I think it was flirty flap of her wings and smiles again. She introduces herself, asks me my name, which I give, and then turns and wanders off with her people in tow. I look at the general, shrug and close the armor back up.
All in all, I am so damn glad I signed up to pilot this rig.

Day 33, 2100: So, the brass invited the moth princess onto our ship to get a guided tour of the facilities The Lt., bless his yelly little heart (seriously, I don't think that guy has a volume below maximum), said that because her highness requested me by "name" (she apparently butchered it completely and had to explain she wanted "the man in the metal body"), and due to my good behavior track record, I'd be escorting her around the ship along with her aide, guards and a few other "necessities" (people to follow me and make sure I don't fuck up) to make sure she's safe and gets the right idea of who we are. I've escorted VIPs before, nothing new to me, though usually I just walk around in the Titan armor and make sure nobody dies. Still, they briefed me for a good hour and a half on how to act, what I can and cannot say and what information I can divulge. Super fun.
Anyway, I get ready, make sure I'm as presentable as a guy in fatigues can be, make my way to the dock and wait for the princess to arrive. Fashionably early, of course. Plenty of time to see the obvious people who will be tailing me for the duration do their best to blend in. Nobody reads a book in the middle of a dock, buddy. She gets there with her entourage about 20 minutes later, though much smaller than before. Two guards and that same aide, same sour expression on his face. I think he's an older guy, some of the fuzz on his face is sorta greying and his antennae are a little droopy. He's about to say something as they walk up, probably an introduction, but he's cut off by her highness shouting "metal man!" and running up to me, beaming happily. Watching her run makes me wish I could slow down time, I'll tell you that much. I just saluted and gave her a "ma'am". I was being watched, so I know what happens if I break protocol.
As her surly aide listed off her full name and title, the princess just ignored his yammering and thrust her hand up at me, fingers splayed as if expecting it to mean something. I was thinking it was some kind of moth greeting, so I just kind of nervously did it in return. She was about as confused as a baby in a strip club and asked why I wasn't doing the "human thing". Her aide flatly stated that her majesty wishes to experience more human culture first hand, including the ceremonial shaking of hands. I was this close to losing it, but I composed myself, gently grasped her hand and shook it. I could see her guards tense up at this, so I didn't hold it for very long, but she was absolutely delighted. Her face lit up and she fluttered her wings like she did when I first met her. Really seems flirty to me for some reason...

We wandered around the designated areas my COs told me to stay in and I showed her the humdrum boring parts of the ship. One of the mess halls, some of the living quarters, the barracks, the shopping district, some of the farming areas (she got to pet a sheep). Most of it, save the farm and shopping district, were pretty ordinary to her. She liked looking at clothes and apparently she had no idea human women's faces didn't normally just have colored lips and such. Guess the moths don't have makeup. She had a very rapid and excited conversation with her aide, who simply nodded and looked defeated. I know how you feel, buddy. Having to sit there and listen to your boss every day is a universal thing, I see. Translator had trouble keeping up with her, but I imagine she wanted to get some for herself. Kept saying the word "doctor" a lot. Something about "visit". Guess she wants that surly moth doc to do something? Who knows.

So the day went on pretty much as planned; give her the grand tour, make sure no enterprising civs tried to get too close to her (there was a lot of gawking, but a guy carrying a rifle on his back was a pretty good deterrent, though I'd be more worried about her guards' FRs*. Jesus, how terrifying.) and be as polite and courteous as humanly possible. She was very chatty, asked a lot of questions and was kinda...handsy. I don't mind of course, but it's hard to focus when a walking fetish is clinging to your thigh to point at something she wants to learn about. Still, she's a sweet gal, friendly, outgoing. I dunno about leadership material, but who knows how that works for them. Maybe she's good with governing policies? She avoided any and all talk of politics, though. If it was ever brought up, she would dismiss it as boring, then jump to another topic. Especially one about me personally. She asked a lot of questions about my personal life and the like. I kinda enjoyed it, to be honest. She's fun to be around, even if I have to watch everything I say and do around her, despite the fact that I don't think she would mind one bit. She doesn't strike me as the kind of dignitary that would get offended at the slightest improper word.
We ended the day when she, begrudgingly, said she had somewhere to go, but she thanked me for the tour and held out her hand again. I gave it another shake, telling her it was a privilege to be her guide as she gave another flirty flutter. Then I noticed there was something in my hand, but I kept it secret. I assume that's the intention. It's been a long time since a girl slipped me a note. Nice to see that's a universal thing, too. The note was...cute, but embarrassing...

"Metal man! I like seeing your things! Humans are fun! I hope we can be together again tomorrow, it's really boring being around all these old grouchy people. I'm going to ask to see you again, so you can keep me company! I can show you E'rhkeen customs, too. We don't shake hands at eachother, but we have other things! We don't normally stare as much as you do, but that's okay, I know human customs are different! See you tomorrow! [Princess L'lein]"

She caught me staring...I mean, she doesn't seem to mind, but still...yikes...

*[TN: Filament Rifles. Their rifles don't fire bullets or slugs, but instead hair-thin lengths of metal filament capable of slicing through body parts quite easily. It's unknown if it would work as well on human anatomy, but I wouldn't want to be the poor bastard to find out. E'rhkeen don't fuck around.]

Day 34, 2100: Oh man, today was this weird mix of embarrassing and kinda thrilling. As she promised, the princess requested my attendance (Explaining to my CO that the local leadership's taken a shine to me and that's why I have to skip half my normal workday was a hoot. Can't say no to a direct request from a foreign dignitary, now can I?) in her daily comings and goings, though only after about 0900. Apparently she had something important to do before then. I imagine she's got plenty on her plate, being royalty and all.
So her, one of her guards and her crotchety aide spent the day discussing the customs of our respective species (By the way, moths don't usually touch in greeting unless it's with someone they're very familiar with, like family or good friends. Instead, they just wave their antennae at eachother to get a sense for how they're fairing. It's really cute.) and what our respective homeworlds are like. I told her I, nor anyone on our ship's actually been to Earth, since we've been traveling for centuries, but we've seen videos and pictures. This seemed to really upset her and she almost looked like she could cry out of sympathy. I told her it's hard to miss a place you've never been to, but I guess home is kind of important to them, so I quickly changed the subject and asked her about their planet.
It's swampy, dark, cold and pretty devoid of larger life for the most part, but she almost boasted about these things. She also claimed to be the best at cooking some native dish there's no translation for yet* out of all her siblings, and would make it for me if I would like. Out of politeness, I insisted she needn't go to the trouble, but she said she enjoyed it and wished to treat me. I said I'd have to clear it with my CO, but she said she'd have her aide send word I'd be dining with her tonight. Didn't really give me much choice, but honestly, I wasn't complaining. I basically just got a date with a sexy princess and a home-cooked meal. All in all a win for me.

We spent the rest of the day making idle chatter, discussing our daily lives and sharing stories. She was very interested in my tales of working the armor, especially the exciting ones where I saw combat, as few and far between as they were. I had to be careful here; plenty about Titan armor is public knowledge among humans, but not to moths. Not to mention she's a leader among them. I could potentially reveal military secrets to their government. But it didn't seem like that. More like a kid asking to hear stories of the soldier fighting the bad guys. She didn't ask for specifics for the most part, just general "then what happened?" kinda stuff. I cannot get over how damn cute this girl is.

So, when time came for dinner, I was guided to her current chambers (After a very thorough inspection and search to make sure I had no weapons or anything on me.) where two guards stood watch outside. She, in a supreme display of royal defiance, forbade the guards or her aide from entering her chambers while we dined, citing that she's a good judge of character and knows when someone is a gentleman. I mean, she was right, I'm not that kind of guy to start with, but also anything like that could be a major risk of an inter-species incident. Her aide really looked like he wanted to say something, but then looked from me, back to her, and sighed in defeat. Almost like this was just part of the job. I suppose she does outrank him and he works for her. I know the feeling, little aide. Hang in there.
Her room was very plush and comfy; not quite "regal", but I suppose they did the best with what they could on such short notice. Or maybe they're just more reserved in their decor. Still, it was nice, albeit a bit claustrophobic. Made for them, not us. She would poke her head out of her little kitchen area in the back to ask me questions or just chat, but she was very diligent The smell coming from back there was...interesting. Like mushrooms mixed with...coffee?** Not awful, but...odd. Upon bringing it out, it was sorta like a mix between a salad and a soup. It looked very "alien", I suppose, but not entirely unappetizing. Also, she seemed to really enjoy the Earth custom of a man pulling out a chair for a woman. She did another one of her flirty flutters and thanked me.
The meal was BITTER. I did my best to mask the reaction as to not offend. Thankfully, military food has given me a good resistance to things like that, plus I'd hate to see her sad that I didn't like it.
Dinner conversation was quiet and reserved, though she did seem to stare at me as I ate quite a bit. Maybe she thought it was human custom and was just being polite? Either way, it was nice, all things considered. Though only until the end. Once the meal was finished and she asked how it was, I of course told her it was good. (Human or otherwise, you don't tell a woman her cooking was hard to swallow at times.) She was delighted, smiling wide and almost floating into the air with how fast she was fluttering her wings. Then, out of nowhere, she asked me to explain to her something she saw two humans doing. "Why do humans push faces together?" Yeesh. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to discuss this with them, but it's not the worst thing I've done, so I figured what's the harm? I explained "kissing" and how it's something two people who are close do to show affection. And that it's more lips than faces. This delighted her to no end, and she assaulted me with a barrage of questions; why do we do it? Do you bite the other person? Does it hurt? Is there a practical use to it? Have I done it? I did my best to answer, and as before she was more than happy to hear about it. A little too happy, apparently.
It happened a little too fast for me to really process at first, the pink little bombshell is surprisingly fast. Before I knew what hit me, her mouth was hastily and awkwardly mashed against mine...mostly. She missed her mark a bit and only got about half of it, and also she was just kinda pushing mouths together, not really "kissing", per se. Then she simply pulled away, smiled brightly and asked if she did it right. I took a second to compose myself, then stammered out a "um, kind of?" before I was really thinking. It hit me, and I went into damage control as fast as possible, explaining to her that it's supposed to be something you do with someone you like a lot and know well. She just nodded at this, and told me "Yes, and I like you and have talked with you a lot, so I did it! It's weird." Now, part of me immediately felt a little giddy that a hot girl liked me, but the logic center of my brain protested loudly and I did my best to discourage her, explaining that if my CO or someone found out, this could be a big problem. She just giggled at this, and nodded, looking me in the eye and saying "Yeah, that's why it can be a secret! So it's okay." The broad smile on her face said she had zero worries about it, and I admit, this next part I wasn't really thinking with my big head on.
"Well...you were doing it kinda wrong." I told her, and then we must've spent a good half hour going over the nuances of human kissing "rituals", with plenty of demonstrations, of course. God, her tiny mouth tasted like that bitter root water, but it was really goddamn soft. And she's a quick learner, too. Before long, all pretense of teaching was out the window and we were just kinda making out. Thankfully, I managed to keep my hands to myself, but the incredible urge to get a little handsy was very much there. Thank god for training, or I'd have no self-restraint. Also, I got poked a couple times by her little fangs, so that took some figuring out to avoid. Those things are fucking sharp.
Honestly, were it not for her impatient aide knocking on the door to remind her she had important things to do in the morning, I don't know how far it would've gone, but I'm both glad and disappointed they didn't go farther. She looked pretty grouchy that she was interrupted, but snuck in one last kiss before letting the grumpy old man in. She thanked me for a nice evening and told me she'd like to see me again soon. Then shook her hands at my face and giggled, seeing me off as we said our goodbyes. I was a little loopy as I made my way back and made my way to my quarters to write this down ASAP. This is a memory I won't soon forget...god but that salad soup was really hard to get down. I don't think I'll complain breakfast again for a while.

[TN: Like much of their native cuisine, it's comprised of vegetables and various spices found on their home planet. Luckily for him, it has been deemed safe for consumption by humans, though it is a bit of an acquired taste. It's one of the most bitter things I've ever tried, but some humans seem to enjoy it. "Like a strong cup of black coffee", I'm told.]
*[TN: Told you.]

Day 35, 2000: Her highness had another fancy "to-do" with both their and our higher ups. I was there in full armor again. As nice as it is to see her, standing around in head to toe tin can every day is incredibly uncomfortable. I am incredibly stiff afterward and spend about an hour in the steam room when I get a chance, which sadly isn't often. Slave drivers.
Speaking of stiff, I don't think that little pink minx has a single modest outfit; today she was wearing a skirt cut so high it was pretty easy to tell she wasn't wearing any underwear and the top was cut about what I assume is nipple-height. Was really rethinking my stance on the "no feeling-up" thing, she is a dish. I get the feeling she feels the same, as she was doing quite a bit of subtle flirtation toward me. I now know moth sexual attractiveness involves the wings, and it seems like she was doing her best to have her back to me as often as possible. She would flutter quick and short when she was a little further away, but when she got close it would be long and slow. I don't know a damn thing about their flirting techniques, so I can't really be sure, but I got the overall message. Some things are universal.

After the little meeting (god it was at least three hours, how do these people talk so much, but discuss so little?) was finished, she made a bee-line (moth-line?) for me ASAP...well, as quick as she could while being accosted by dignitaries from both sides wanting to suck up; moths wanting to score brownie points and no doubt attempt to move up the ladder via brown-nosing and humans trying to get in early on the whole "cooperation" thing, AKA trade agreements. We're very different species, but so incredibly similar. Weasels are weasels in any group.
So once she makes it to me, her huffy aide giving me the evil eye as he puffs his way along side her, she does her special version of a "handshake" in my face again and I laugh, waving to her, then remembering where I was and quickly snapping to a salute. She started going on about how she's gonna try to get her race to make their own big metal armor and then have her daddy get her her own version. I can't imagine her fitting into one too well with all her extra "bumps", but it'd be kinda hot to watch her try. I wish her luck with that endeavor, and she seems pretty pumped for the idea to come to fruition. Her aide mutters something in her ear, never taking his glare off me for a second, and her expression sours immediately. She mentions she has to go, her antennae drooping in disappointment, but her aide seems rather smarmy about this. Does he somehow get a kick out of spoiling her fun? You had your chance, old codger. Let the young have their fun.
She grabs my large, metallic "hand", that's nearly the same size as her admittedly sizable torso and shakes it vigorously (or attempts to, anyway) and bids me farewell, thanking me for my time. I give another salute, now noticing the note she's slipped into my hand. Sneaky little thing. I store it in one of the compartments and go about my day. I don't get a chance to even read it until I get back to the barracks, once checks and maintenance is finished and we're all ready to turn in. I'm actually a little happy about it, to be honest. Like, embarrassingly so. She gave me her contact info for personal messages and such. Essentially, I got the hot girl's phone number. Hooah!

I messaged her later that night and her reply was pretty fast. I think she was waiting for me. Very cute. We spent a few hours chatting about our days and about nothing in particular. Sadly it had to end eventually and we had to call it a night, but before we both turned in, she sent a picture of her mouth, her soft little "lips" (do they even really have lips?)* parted ever so slightly, along with the message "I'm available tomorrow night. The guards know to let you in and the old grump will be asleep at 2000."
Oh god, what am I doing? Every part of my body, save one or two, is telling me not to...but hell, I cannot resist an invitation like that. I'm only human.

*[TN: No and yes, not in the same sense we do. It's complicated.]

Day 36, 1800: Today was another boring day of drills and parading around in front of the moths to make us look more impressive. I swear, the brass care more about us looking good to the aliens than they do with trade or alliances or whatever. I haven't heard about a single agreement between our races, but I sure as shit have heard about all the things we're doing to look cool to them. Granted, it's working; the little fuzzballs love us. I'm kinda glad, too. They're an interesting bunch, if a bit different, but way more similar than I thought our first extra-terrestrial race would be.

They seem to enjoy watching us play sports. That I can gather pretty easily; athletics aren't exactly their strong suit and comparatively we're massive killing machines with super powers. It'd be like us watching comic heroes clash. They're really confused by the rules, though. To be honest, I don't blame them. Football is kind of ridiculous when you think about it. Still, they get the basic gist; get ball into goal, get points, win game with more points. Also, there's food while you watch. Neat little tidbit: moths can't taste spicy. It just doesn't affect them period.

I decided to take the princess up on her invitation tonight. To hell with protocol or being careful, if royalty is asking me to accompany her, by god I will oblige. I am, admittedly, kind of nervous, but who wouldn't be? What if we end up screwing? I'm not exactly new to the act, but she's very much different from the women I've been with. What if some part of our anatomy doesn't mesh well and one of us ends up worse for wear? Or worse yet, what if she doesn't like it? A ton of scenarios are shooting through my head, some good, some more bad. Either way, I gotta be careful with this. She is royalty, after all. And a hell of a girl. I kinda wanna leave a lasting impression and show her a good time. I gotta start getting ready soon. Wish me luck!

Day 37, 0600: So...whelp, last night was a hell of a night. Incredible, scary, weird, fun, terrifying and just the most memorable thing I've ever been a part of. It started with me heading to her quarters as quietly and carefully as I could. Thankfully most people were asleep, so that was easy. Though when I got to her chambers, the guards outside gave me a "you again?" kinda look. Hey, I she invited me! You wouldn't turn her down either!

Now I wasn't exactly wearing a tux or anything, but I tried to dress up a little. Sorta like something you'd wear to a first date. Well, that was blown way the fuck outta the water when I saw what she was in; she had this loose, silky looking number with bits of sheer fabric in strategic areas to entice, and boy did they. The back was open down to her ass, the front was somehow magically clinging to her like it was painted on and it trailed along the ground like some kind of elegant wedding gown for a stripper wedding or something. Equal parts elaborate and sleazy. She was also wearing equally elaborate jewelry that coiled around her arms and adorned her wings, jingling lightly as they fluttered. The color wasn't gold. In fact, it sorta looked silvery but...not? Maybe some alien metal that we didn't have?* Either way, she looked gorgeous. I felt pretty damn under-dressed for this, but I don't think she really minded much. She just looked excited to see me, quickly throwing herself into me in as tight a hug as her little frame could manage, welcoming me back to her quarters.

This time we didn't bother with dinner, and instead sat together cuddled close on her little couch. Well, to me it was little, but it was average to her, I suppose. Still, it was nice. The moment I sat down she clung to me tight and got comfortable using me as a large pillow, looking up at me with those huge dark eyes of hers. I admit, I felt a little fluttery looking at her like that. I never thought I'd imagine seeing an alien, let alone one that looks like a moth, would give me...uh, butterflies. But hell, there I was and there they were.

We mostly chatted about our days, she said she hates dealing with people bothering her about nothing but official business and stuff her parents usually handle, I told her I hate having to listen to orders constantly and living up to the unreasonable expectations of my superiors. Opposite sides, same coin, really. Simple complaining, really. Another in a long list of similarities our species have. It was pretty comfy. However, before long she got this serious look on her face. Unlike anything I've seen from her before. Like she had genuine issue with something incredibly important and she was wrestling with if she should say so. I wasn't sure how moths handle these things, so I just went with the human (or at least my) way and gave her a quick kiss to snap her back to reality. It worked pretty well and she blinked away her confusion, then gave me a big smile. She clung tighter and laid her head on my chest. She looked confused for a second, pushing her head against it harder, listening for something. "We only have one." I told her, recalling the whole "two hearts" situation. This made her relax some and she laid back against me.

"Humans are weird," she told me, but in a playful, familiar way. "we have two, see?" Without any kind of warning, the little pink gal stands up and basically mashes my head into her cleavage. Several things come to mind during this: first, she is incredibly warm and soft. Like some kind of living fuzzy pillow. Two, no smell. Like, at all. Maybe some ambient scent from the room in general, but weirdly enough she didn't smell like much. Three, yup, two small heartbeats beating alternate eachother. Lastly, body is responding to this frontal assault by immediately arming the main cannon. Normally I'd be kinda embarrassed, but really, I didn't even care. I actually felt pretty comfortable around her and just sort of let myself relax into her. She must've felt this, and responded by cuddling my head and fluttering her wings, pleased with my response.

We actually stayed like that for a while, her running her fingers through my hair, me trying my best not to fall asleep surrounded by marshmallowy heaven, until her legs must've gotten tired in the awkward position they were in, and sadly she sat down, though it was in my lap, so not all that bad. One thing, though; the rifleman was still at attention and her wondrously plump ass smushing into it did not help things. The little gasp escaping her mouth before it curled into a lip-biting grin told me everything I needed to know. Her slow, deliberate grinding was a good signal, too. No words were said and we were locked in a kiss right quick, her gyrating hips never ceasing for a second. Oh god, I thought, this is going to happen. For a fraction of a second I thought sex with an alien monarch (heh) was a bad idea, but then my testosterone kicked the shit out of that thought and it was promptly tied up and stuffed in a closest somewhere. It was time to teach her majesty how humans do things.

What followed was a series of this poor girl's mind being blown repeatedly at what sex could actually be and mine at what her body was like now that I actually got my hands on it. Even the most simple of things is completely alien (no pun intended) to her, so when I pulled away from her lips, eliciting a whine of displeasure from the pink princess, then moved to her neck her body tensed up like like I'd stabbed her or something. Which would come a little later, wink wink. "You can do it there, too?" she stammered out, tiny arms grasping my head once more as I continued. "Oh, humans are amazing! Show me more! Do more!" Her little demands were kinda cute, to be honest. She was certainly willing to learn and I was more than happy to teach.

I carefully pulled down her top, which honestly wasn't that hard. I'm more impressed it stayed on until now. Her nipples were pretty similar to human nipples, but a little rounder on the tips and kinda pronounced. A sorta lighter pink from the rest of her and not covered in the soft, thin fuzz like most of her was. I rushed this a little bit, because honestly I couldn't control my incredible urge to have a go at those massive things any longer. Squeezing and rubbing her breasts was an absolute delight; they were softer and squishier (and bigger!) than any human girl I'd ever been with, and the noises and twitching that came from her were a pretty good incentive to keep going. Her genuine surprise makes me thing normal moth sex must be really damn boring if this is sending her into a frenzy. At least the bar is low.

As I bent over and gave those nipples some mouth play, I began to realize something; a smell. Sweet, sort of tickled my nose a bit and was frankly kinda sexy. Moths might have some kind of pheromone or something they release when they're aroused. Damn near all of my senses were being treated here and I was thanking whatever good deed I did in a past life to deserve this. She didn't seem to have any qualms either, as the force at which she was smashing my face into her over-sized breast was making it pretty apparent she was loving this. It did wonders for my self-esteem, so I only redoubled my efforts and added a little careful nibbling here and there. She had long since stopped grinding on my lap, but her spasms were doing the job well enough, so I decided to take matters into my own hands quite literally. One hand squeezed her plump bottom, fingers sinking right into her softness, and another went around the front and discovered she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. I actually stopped for a second at this and looked up at her. She, barely skipping a beat, looked down at me and gave me a half-dazed grin, quietly whispering "surprise" to me. This little minx had this planned from the start. What a woman.

Her pussy was even softer than the rest of her and the warmth and wetness were pretty overwhelming. The gentle rubbing I was giving her was positively coating my hand and she showed her approval by violently thrusting her tongue into my mouth and moaning loudly. She was picking up on human sex pretty quick. Not sure if I'm a good teacher or she's just a quick learner, but the lessons were incredibly enjoyable. Slipping a finger in, she was insanely tight and sensitive. Every little area seemed to be moreso than the last, in fact, and I had to hold her to keep her from tumbling off my lap. So, of course, I went harder. The little thing loved it, and before long she let out a shrieking squeal that I don't need any kind of translator to know was a hell of an orgasm. That, however, didn't slow her down a bit. She continued grinding on my hand while her wavering voice kept moaning the word "darling**" over and over in between especially passionate kisses.

Personally, I was ready to go, but she had one more little curveball to throw at me as I laid her down on the couch for the main event. She eagerly spread her legs, but before I could get my pants off, she murmured one little sentence to me that may be one of the sexiest things a woman has ever said to me. "Can 'KISSES' go here, too?" as she rubbed her slit and gave me this innocent, "I know I'm making you horny" look. I gave her a knowing grin and got right to work, starting at her thighs and kissing a path down to my prize. She was having none of that and wrapped her sizable but squishy and delightful thighs around my head and practically forced my mouth to her little moth pussy. This girl knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to wait. I kinda like that.

Her taste was like honey, like actually that sweet. Her tiny clit, smaller than a human woman's but just as sensitive, was being targeted by my tongue and she arched her back and nearly screamed "darling" again. Her hands gripped my hair and her hips bucked into my head. This poor girl has never had proper sex before. I can't imagine a girl this adept at flirting was a virgin, but she certainly was not used to such treatment. Maybe moths don't do foreplay? Either way, like I said, mind: blown.

Another screaming orgasm, combined with her thighs squeezing my head as tight as her tiny frame could, and she was pretty out of it. She went limp, but her murmurs of "darling" and "more" told me she didn't need the ability to move to fuck. This girl likes her pleasure. I was fit to burst myself, so I was happy to oblige. However, a problem arose, literally if you think about it. Now, I'm not like, IMMENSE or anything, but I'm decently sizable. Never had a complaint, that's for sure. However, upon comparison of our genitals, there was a bit of a discrepancy I legitimately was concerned for her well-being. Her eyes were just kinda wider than they'd ever been, though if this was out of excitement or fear I don't know. I decided this was something that should be talked about first. After all, there are plenty of other ways she could relieve some of this pressure. "We don't have to-" I started, but was stopped by a single hand reaching down to grab what it could of my dick. She held it up to her entrance and gently pressed the tip against it, eyeing it carefully. Her breathing was a little ragged, but she had a determined look on her face. God bless her little hearts, she was going to give it a shot.

One drawn out, but gentle kiss later I was positioned to push in. I made sure she knew to say if it was too much for her or she was in pain. She nodded in confirmation and held my hand, looking me in the eyes and spreading her legs apart a little more to accommodate "Go slow, darling. It's OK" Well, that was all the permission I needed and in I went. At a snail's pace, mind you. The last thing I wanted was to hurt the poor thing. Thankfully her bountiful wetness was acting as an excellent lube, so for the first bit I slid in easily. However, once the head was in, things got a little more difficult. Now, she was tight as fuck, this felt like a vice on my cock, but a vice I didn't want to break. She had a look of concentration and laser focus on her face as I pushed in, I wasn't sure if she was enjoying this or was just trying not to cry. I figured this was a good place to stop, and started pumping in and out at a moderate rhythm The focused face slowly melted into one of content, then relaxed pleasure. Her eyes closed and her arms splayed out as I thrusted, save for the one hand that was still holding mine, and even at a restricted pace her massive tits were bouncing and jiggling with every little movement. It didn't feel amazing, though it would have if I could fit more in, but I could definitely get used to this. After a minute or so of this, I felt a little more give to her, maybe due to her relaxing or just getting used to me, so I hazarded a little more. She didn't complain, but a sharp intake of breath let me know she was all for it. I was about a quarter in and staying at a steady pace, and she was certainly enjoying it. She had a big smile on her face, but the same look of contended pleasure, and to be honest I kinda loved it. Like I was helping her deal with the stress of her hectic life while simultaneously driving her crazy. Part of me didn't even want to go further and just watch her like that. That part, however, was immediately silenced when she gave a long moan and muttered "darling, more." Yes ma'am.

I pushed to halfway and was worried that would be a bit much, but her smile only widened and her hips began to buck with mine. She opened her eyes slightly, a sort of lazy extacy radiating from her, and she whispered "don't stop, darling". My body started screaming "give her everything" but I had to do everything I could to hold back. I could very easily damage her and important political figure or not, I really didn't want that. She, however, had other ideas and began to speed up her bucking against me. Another whine of "darling" and I nearly lost it. I think she noticed this difficulty holding back, because she began attacking me with flirtation and some of the most effective sexy talk I've ever encountered. The hand she was holding was moved to her breast and held against it, her other hand reaching up to her other nipple and play with it just as I had moments before. The assault continued with such dirty invitations such as "Humans are so big." and "Do I feel good?" or my personal favorite, "You're filling me up, darling." That last one will stay with me for a while.

I think the words backfired a bit, though, as it seemed to be turning her on as much as it was me. She was grinding and rolling her hips harder and more rapidly, the bouncy breast in my hand moving frantically as if trying to escape. I bent down to look her dead in the eyes, my own reflection easily visible in them, and asked her one last time, "Are you sure?" Her only response was "All of it, darling." A deep kiss later and that was all I needed, going for it and pushing all the way in. Another sharp intake of breath, but this time from both of us, and we were on our way. She was crushing my dick with her walls and that only made my movements speed up, giving her what she asked for, though still being delicate with her. The moans coming from her were a thing to behold and her hand clung to mine tighter than ever. I don't think I ever had anything to worry about to begin with, frankly, but I'm glad I took my time. She was turning me on more than I ever had been before and I think I was doing the same to her.

A long string of moaned encouragements from her later and we were practically animals, the heavy sounds of our bodies colliding and feverish moans from both sides were filling the room as we were having the time of our lives. However, I could feel my own orgasm building and I, either through sheer paranoia or just plain natural reaction, was worried about finishing inside her. I let her know I was getting close and this caused an almost instant reaction from her: she released my hand and her own breast, grabbed onto my sides as much as she could, wrapped her legs around my waist as far as they would go, and breathlessly said "Don't stop, darling." once more. God, this woman is going to be the death of me. Another kiss of confirmation and I gave her my all, her body squeezing me with every ounce of strength she had, including her slick little walls as they pulsed with orgasm, giving me the final little push I needed to go over the edge and start cumming. Hard. I honestly don't think I'd ever cummed that hard before and it caught me by surprise, causing me to pull her close and get as deep into her as physically possible.

Both of us were a panting, sticky mess afterward, but she still refused to let go of me, the afterglow hitting her hard as she continued to grind her hips into mine, my shaft still inside her. We managed to shift into another position, laying on my back with her on top of me, head rested on my chest. She was practically purring at this point, refusing to let go of the prize inside of her, and I was too tired to fight her on this. So, I just gently stroked her back and wings, which got a few more delighted noises from her. After we caught our respective breaths, we engaged in a little pillow talk, mostly talking about how amazing that whole experience was and how it was the best we'd both ever had. However, once the haze cleared a bit from my brain I remembered the ending where I finished inside her, and I wanted to make sure it was okay. She went a little quiet at me mentioning it, then told me it was okay.
"Our species aren't compatible" The princess spoke softly.
"That's a relief." I replied, "That could've been a big issue."
"It's fine." she said, pressing her head to my chest, "Even if we were..." and she sort of trailed off after that.
"Are...you okay?" I was getting worried. "Was...was this a mistake, or...?"
She shook her head gently, her antenna brushing against my face a little. I took the opportunity to gingerly lift one to my lips to give it a careful kiss. I know they're pretty sensitive, so I didn't want to mess with them during our little session, but the sigh she made when I did so let me know now was fine. "Do that again..."
All these commands, she certainly is a little princess. I obliged, trailing a few kisses along it, trying not to let the "feathers(?)" tickle me too much. She giggled and nuzzled against me, closing her eyes.
"Not a mistake." she continued, "It was wonderful, darling. I hope we can do this more."
"I'm hoping we can!" I said a little too excitedly. She laughed, at least. "But, I can't help but feel like somethings wr-"
I get cut off by her suddenly pulling herself up to give me another kiss. The act unfortunately pulls me free of her vaginal vice, but it's nice to have her closer. "I can trust you." she says, more like a statement then a question, but I still nod, confirming she can. I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around her tiny body and give her a slight squeeze. She returns the hug and lays her head on my shoulder.
"I..." she begins, but the words come slow, "Cannot conceive." I feel her tense up a bit from this. I respond with another squeeze, unsure of what to do or say. "I've had many suitors, mates. Nothing. I cannot produce offspring. I've had many doctors look into this, but even the brightest minds of our race cannot fix it. I am simply unfit to bear children...so, sex is just recreation for me. I do it for fun."
Damn. Poor girl has been keeping this a secret for a while and I just kinda dragged it out of her. "I'm...sorry." is the only thing I can say.
She simply shakes her head. "It's alright. You're a good distraction...if you're okay with me. Maybe humans are different, but E'hrkeen aren't very friendly to those of us that can't breed...that's why it must stay a secret. Okay? It has to be a secret."
I run my hand through her antenna and nod. "Secret."
She smiled at this and went quiet for a second. "...We'll still have sex?"
"As often as possible." I replied matter-of-factly.

We stayed together pretty late after that, but we both knew I couldn't stay. Pulling away from that cramped, tiny couch was the hardest thing I'd done since boot camp and every part of me wishes I could have stayed, but I promised to see her again soon. She made sure she was the last thing I would taste tonight by ravishing my mouth with hers before I left and as the door to her quarters closed and the guards who were still outside gave me "the look" I could only chuckle as I began my first of hopefully many walks of shame back to my bunk.

[TN: That metal was likely platinum, which the E'hrkeen's homeworld has quite a large amount of. Due to it's abundance, it's used in a large amount of jewelry and other decorative items. It's basically what gold is to humanity.]
*[TN: It's actually a little more complicated than that. What she was saying is literally translated to "one above others" or "very important to me". Similar in context, but with more meaning to it than the human concept. As stated before, E'hrkeen are very quick to choose mates/fall for someone. A mix of social norms and their biology urging them to quickly find a mate. Her majesty was essentially in love.]

Day 38, 2300: Spent most of the day meeting with the Moth grunts. Things were tense at first, both sides wanting to look tough in front of the other meatheads, but things eventually softened up when Ming started doing that juggling thing he does when he's nervous. We explained how it works and he tried to show them how, but their stubby little fingers, bless em, aren't really well suited for quick, dexterous work like that. But it did break the ice at least, so there's that. We shared some info about our tech and they did likewise, but neither of us showed our full hand, as it were. Obviously good to have a tactical upper hand. But Jesus, their weapons are NASTY! We watched/showed some videos for training purposes; we showed them drills, they showed us actual combat.

First of all, their rifles are no fucking joke. Whole limbs being sliced off, sometimes heads if they hit them just right. Their grenades don't explode so much as just fling shrapnel everywhere at supersonic speeds. Less fire, more blood. They have these things we've taken to calling "roasting spikes" where they just toss at the ground near the enemy, then hit a button on a little remote and anything within about 8 feet gets flash-fried by what has to be an ungodly number of volts. Armor does nothing, cover usually does nothing, basically anything not heavily insulated is just dead before you can blink. The poor fuckers that got hit with them couldn't even scream before they died. Just zap, BBQ Moth. And here I am, a pilot of a giant goddamn lightning rod. I doubt it'll happen, but MAN I hope we don't fight these guys...

After the horror show that left all of our men (save Vasquez, there's something wrong with that guy) feeling incredibly uncomfortable, we wound down by showing them some sports vids. Baseball, soccer, that kinda stuff. They apparently have sports, but they're way less of a spectacle. No rabid fans frothing at the mouth, no fights on the pitching mound, no riots when the wrong team loses. Honestly, what's the point? Anyway, they were mildly interested in, though the complexities of our rules was kinda baffling to them. I don't blame em, to be honest. They're right. Still, it was nice just hang out and throw away all the pomp and circumstance. A bunch of grunts being grunts. Swapping stories, bragging, trying to one-up eachother, talking shop and just letting things go where they went.

After we finished the little meat and greet (heh, because "meatheads", gotta remember that one), I noticed a few messages from her highness. Mostly confirming we'd be meeting again tonight and also a couple asking what what some human slang she overheard meant. Explaining that "MILF" didn't have incestuous implications and that the guys were likely referring to that one dignitary who's caught a lot of attention lately. Seriously, if every moth ages like that woman, I'm pretty sure the entire race is somehow cheating at genetics.

After I was off duty for the day I made my way to the "royal chambers" and greeted the guards, who are kinda huge for moths. Maybe five feet? What would essentially be linebackers by human standards. They weren't at the meeting, thank god, so no awkwardness there, though I assume they're used to this kinda thing. They said nothing and just rolled their eyes, letting me pass. Nice guys.

Upon entering I was greeted by my tiny little lover (friend with benefits? Girlfriend? ...Am I just a booty call? I should talk to her about that.) with a literal flying hug. Her sizable wings fluttering like crazy as her giggles and muffled greeting, her head buried in my chest, filled the room. I noticed she was wearing something more modest* (for her, anyway. It was still pretty scandalous.) yet elegant. Much more "regal" than her usual attire. Maybe she'd just come from another of her dull meetings or something? She looked amazing either way. It'd be pretty difficult to make her unattractive, to be honest.

After a few kisses and quick chatter from her, she dragged me over to the couch once more, but this time rather than getting frisky, she simply sat down in my lap, gave me a few more kisses, then nestled against me and got comfortable. She actually just started idly talking about things on her mind. For example, she was really interested in the proper "human" way to pronounce my name. And let me tell you, even when done over and over when attempting to overcome an accent, the soft, delicate way moths roll their R's never stops being sexy. Like a little purr or something. I could fall asleep to it.

Eventually she got the jist of how to say my name, though I insisted she didn't need to worry about the R rolling and it sounded just fine. So, with my name squared away, she did her best to help me even remember all of hers. God, it's so long. She let me skip the honorifics, saying she didn't really care much for titles anyway, but even then it was a hell of a mouthful She was pretty amused by it all, though. She laughed every time I said "Weai" for some reason. Apparently the first few times I said it I botched entirely and called her some kind of native fruit on their planet. We eventually agreed I could just call her "Ress", as that was apparently the only part I could say right. However, she warned me not to ever call her that in front of other moths. Apparently they have a thing about names and using the wrong one or someone in the wrong standing being too familiar with someone was a big no-no. For example, if I called her "Ress" in front of her parents, I would likely be thrown out, imprisoned or just shot on sight if her dad was feeling especially grumpy that day. Yikes. So, in public, "your highness". In private, "Ress". Also, for some reason she kept asking me to repeat it.* I didn't get it, but she seemed to get a kick out of it, so I figured I'd use it as often as I could.

After the little chat about names, she seemed to get a little more cuddly than usual. Clinging tight to me, giving quick little kisses pretty much anywhere she could, fluttering her wings like a maniac, all of that kinda stuff. It was adorable, don't get me wrong. I held her like I was worried she'd fly away (with how her wings were moving, that was a very real possibility.) and returned the kisses when I could. However, when I asked what had her in such a good mood, she just giggled and said "you". I was a little embarrassed by this. Something about this girl has me feeling like a hapless teen again. Not to mention the frequent boners around her.

When the giggling was over, the kisses got a little heavier and the words stopped, she wasted no time in letting me know what came next; She grasped my hand and guided it directly to her breast, giving me a lip-biting look that needed no translation for what it meant. And, hell, the way my little guy'd been trying to come up for air all night, I wasn't about to turn her down. Especially when she looked me in the eye, squeezed my hand and quietly said my name. That was that, she was getting what she wanted and then some.

Things were a little...different, this time. Like, the last time we fucked, things were pretty intense. Very aggressive, frenzied even. But this time she was more deliberate. Passionate, but not wildly so. She encouraged me to "learn her body",**** which was weird but kinda sexy. It was kinda difficult to not just go all-out like before, but she was very adamant that we take things slow that night. It wasn't awful, mind you. Kinda nice to draw things out. A slow sliding down her top and lifting her skirt, (she also insisted she keep the dress on. Moths are weird.) and a lot of gentle touching in general. I've noticed I tend to just kinda go along with what she says. Maybe it's just our overall lives working that way; she's used to never hearing "no", I'm used to following orders. I suppose it works, and this time it seemed kind of important to her, so I don't mind. But one of these times I gotta take control and show her who's boss...sometimes. I mean, it's still her, technically, but I can give orders too.

The whole thing lasted for a while, but didn't have much variation to it. Pretty much just slow sex with her wrapping as much of herself around me as she could manage. Granted, it wasn't much, but her wings would brush against my skin sometimes and they were really nice and soft. Note to self: touch them more. Another observation, by the way, is she seemed like way more into it than before. I mean, she was into it before of course, but this time she was doing her best to keep eye contact when she could, more talking, more encouraging, more overall letting me know I was wanted. Kinda nice, but a weird change of personality from her usual self. I actually think I prefer the normal, spoiled, bossy Ress to this one. But, again, still nice.

Afterward, she absolutely forbid me from leaving. Like, I was getting up to leave and she actually grabbed my arm and frowned at me. I looked at her, more confused than anything, especially considering how much she'd get in trouble with her aide if he found out I stayed here. Apparently this didn't matter and she, true to her normally bossy, clingy nature, informed me that she'd "take care of it", and that I was "staying here tonight, even if she had to tell her guards not to let me leave." I was a little worried what would happen when everyone at the barracks found out I wasn't there, but hell, wouldn't be the first time one of us was late due to a particularly "exciting" night before. I'll get yelled at, PT'd until my ass falls off, put on whatever miserable duty the sergeant felt like I needed to do and that'll be the end of it. Tomorrow will suck, but tonight is pretty perfect. Especially now that we're in bed and she's happily sleeping on my chest. Thank god she's royalty, though. I'm willing to bet most moths don't have a bed big enough to fit a human comfortably. Anyway, I better stop writing this before I wake her up. Tempted to take a picture of her sleeping face, though. God she is cute.

*[TN: The outfit she was wearing was likely a ceremonial courtship dress, which E'hrkeen "nobility" use to signify an intent to pursue a mate. Essentially she was signaling to the poor hapless soldier that she was very much ready to take things further with him. Especially considering the rest of their conversation.]

**[TN: Seriously.]

***[TN: Poor, dumb, oblivious bastard. "Meathead" indeed.]

****[TN: An E'hrkeen term used for, funnily enough, a female's first night of lovemaking with her new partner. Primarily after a "marriage" has taken place, but in the princess' case, I don't think that really matters. Essentially it's what a girl would say to give you the go-ahead to take her virginity and begin your life together. If you haven't caught on yet, when Pvt. Harris said "girlfriend" he was pretty much on the money. In her eyes, anyway.]

Day 39, 2000: So Ress sent me a message earlier saying she needed my company ASAP, but unfortunately I was on duty at the time. Due to the fact I was helping train the new recruits in operating the big tin cans, plus the shit the Sgt. made me do for not being in the barracks last night, I wasn't able to get away from it and I knew better than to ask to "step out" for a second. I apologized and told her I wasn't able to and she didn't respond until much later. I was worried all day that she might've taken it the wrong way or something, but hell, duty is duty.

Eventually, when she messaged me again, she simply asked if I could see her yet. Still wasn't quite finished, but let her know I'd be done within the hour. A simple "okay" was her only response. I did my best to speed things up. Something seemed off.

Once I was finally finished with my duties, I made my way to her chamber and greeted her guards, who I've since learned are named "Tek Telly" and "[SLUR]"* and went on in. Nice guys, once you get to know them.

The first thing I noticed was Ress wasn't anywhere to be seen, despite her instructing me to simply enter once I got there. After calling out for her, my reply was a muffled "hello" from under the blanket on her bed. A lump I had thought was a pillow under her blanket moved a bit, but remained covered. I pulled the blanket away to reveal the unhappiest moth I'd ever seen. No glamorous clothing, no bright and shiny jewelry, hell her wings were even folded up. And considering I'm not entirely sure I'd ever seen them folded up, even when she was asleep, I knew there was some real unsavory shit going on in her life.

I didn't say anything or ask what had happened, I just climbed into bed, got under the covers with her and pulled her into a hug. No resistance or complaints, but her return hug was barely there. Something had dealt a pretty heavy blow to the girl and while I'm not the best at the “feelings” thing, I could at least be there for her. I wish I knew what to say in this situation, but at least it seemed to help her work through whatever she was going through.

After a few minutes of just laying there in silence, she reached over to the desk near her bed and handed me one of their...I guess PDAs? Phones? I dunno, they're little devices that display holographic images of things like text or videos. I had no idea what it said and it took her a second to realize this. She told me it was a message to my superiors that I would be meeting with the Moth “military people” to discuss “military stuff”, whatever that meant, and that I'd be required on-site for the next two days. Since I'm so “familiar” with customs and on good terms with her, I was asked to be there personally.
Later that night I'd get an incredibly lengthy and “angry sounding” message from some CO I'd never heard of as to what was expected of me and blah blah don't embarrass us blah blah representing mankind blah blah don't tell them everything and all that horseshit. Little did he know this was just more of Ress sneakily finding a way for us to be together for an extended amount of time.

After that I tried to initiate conversation a few times, but she would just shake her head and mash her face into my chest.** The only other thing she even said that night was “Just stay.” So, stay I did. Hell, we didn't even have sex. We literally just slept together. And hell, even though she wasn't all dolled up and was essentially wearing some kind of night gown or something, she was as hot as ever, but for some reason I just couldn't manage to even get aroused. Not even an accidental boner. The fact that she was this upset just killed anything resembling horny in me. This was a first for me.
I won't lie, I've been with chicks who were a little messed up and ended up crying, and I admit it wasn't the coolest thing to do, but I would usually just slip out and do my best to avoid them. But with her, I just couldn't. Not to Ress. And not just because if I did, I'd probably wake up being fired out of an airlock, either.

So here I am again with a sleeping Moth on my chest, writing about it and hoping she doesn't wake up. Though she seems to be a pretty deep sleeper. Still really wanna take a picture of her sleeping, though. She's really cute.

*[TN: Nope. Phonetically, "Tek Telly" equates to an especially rude form of "go away" in a very specific and obscure E'hrkeen dialect. One hailing from a small moon the race colonized that's somewhat "out in the sticks". The other is that same slur used for humans another certain unnamed figure used quite often. At the time, these hadn't been added to the full E'hrkeen-to-human dictionary.]

**[TN: E'hrkeen aren't particularly good at expressing feelings the way humans are. It's sort of an unwritten rule with them that feelings are things to be overcome on your own, and bothering anyone with them, even family or “spouses”, was considered rude or inconsiderate. The fact that she's shared as much as she has with him is a pretty big testament toward her feelings for him, as well as how little fucks she gives for standard convention to her own society, especially since she's “royalty” and has likely never been told “no” by anyone who wasn't directly related to her.]

Day 40, 1800: Ress woke up in a better mood today. Sometimes you just gotta sleep it off, you know? She didn't exactly want to get out of bed, especially with me there to lavish with kisses. Pretty great morning, I gotta admit. Though there was a bit of trouble with her “show of gratitude”. She asked me how humans usually show their thanks, so I did my best to explain a blowjob to her. The wording didn't translate too well, especially when I said it involved sucking on my dick. You think a three-foot-something pink girl with fluffy antennae would be the least threatening thing in the universe, but you don't know fear until you see those, like, inch-long needle fangs of theirs on a collision course for your dong. My life flashed before my eyes.

After some very careful walking-through of how to do it, some picture references, (thank god for O'Leary's shared files, the horny little shit was finally good for something) and insistence that at no point should teeth ever puncture any part of my anatomy, she finally got the gist of it. Honestly, I still thought I was gonna die, but for good reason this time. What the girl lacked in technique, she more than made up for in raw power. The suction was unreal, I honestly thought she was going to pull something off. My reaction apparently pleased her, because she only redoubled her efforts and I had to grab the bed sheets before I accidentally did the same to her head and hurt the poor thing.

I lasted an embarrassingly short time, maybe like two, three minutes tops before I blew my load. I didn't even have time to warn the girl, not that it mattered. Her eyes widened as soon as the first of it hit her tongue and she just kind of kept a steady pace until I was finished and told her she could let go. That was the softest mouth I've ever been in. Kinda weirdly cold, though. At least colder than a human mouth, anyway.
As soon as she let me go, she immediately swallowed the cum, actually giving a happy “mmm!” sound as she did. Apparently the taste was pretty good. Not the best thing she's eaten, but she never considered doing that before. She did, true to form, mention that she wasn't happy that only I got to feel good, even if it was a way of showing thanks. In the future, she'd rather she got to enjoy what we were doing. Spoiled to the end, I guess.

After taking care of her “needs” with my mind-blowing skills and she was good and orgasmed out, I let her rest it off and went to her bathroom to grab a shower. Few things. One, thank god this was a fancy bathroom for royalty, because the shower was barely the normal size of a human one. I assume that was “luxurious” to them. Two, their fuzz* is fairly waterproof, so water-based soaps aren't their thing. Instead, they use this powder that lathers up a lot when it gets wet. It is INCREDIBLY weird on skin. It feels like bubbles made of really fine sandpaper are popping all over you and it's like tingly and itchy but also kinda nice? I dunno how to describe it. Anyway, you lather up, scrub (BE VERY CAREFUL AROUND YOUR DICK) then use the shower to rinse it all off. I'd rather use regular bodywash, but it wasn't a terrible experience.

Once I'd finished showering, I went back to the bedroom to find a little pink butt sticking out of a mound of blankets, so I of course did the gentlemanly thing to do and gave it a huge squeeze. The muffled yelp from under the covers let me know she may have fallen back asleep and I'd just woken her up. A second whine of complaint, followed by her shifting to cover the remainder of her body and I had to slide under to get to her. I was immediately latched on to, her face smashed into my chest, and she sighed contentedly. She did, however, mention I smelled like a girl. I'm not sure if that was a compliment, observation or teasing. I dunno, it just smelled like some kind of plant to me.

We spent the rest of the day in eachothers' company, her going on about herself* and telling me about what life is like for her back on the homeworld. The whole “airhead” persona is very much her, but she's actually deceptively well-learned. She was taught by some of the best and brightest, she's versed in everything from the scholarly and philosophical to governmental, judicial and even military. I hope I don't sound mean or anything, but I always had her pegged as the ditzy type that just cared about fun and pleasure. Hell, I even questioned why she was said to be one of the primary contenders for the “throne” or whatever they use, but now I feel like a dick for taking her at face value. My little pink lover is a lot deeper than I took her for.
Day 40, 1900, addendum: She just held my hands and stared at me for like ten minutes, the biggest smile on her face I've ever seen, before falling asleep on my chest again. I don't know if it's some kind of moth thing
but I kinda wish she'd wake up so I could see more of it.

[TN: Down.]
[TN: To those who aren't keyed in on E'hrkeen custom and social behavior, it's easy to not know the significance of her sharing intimate details about herself. There are “married” couples that share less than she is with him. The princess is smitten to a powerful degree and the poor grunt doesn't know it.]
[TN: Yeah, they have thrones. They're basically office chairs by human standards, but they exist.]
[TN: It isn't, she just likes him a lot.]

Day 41, 2000: Spent all day getting yelled at while doing PT AND making every bed in the barracks to standard. Man, Lt. is really pissed at me for going missing again. He said if it happens again it's scrub duty for a month, so I gotta cool it on the sleepovers with Ress. Sucks, but better than not seeing her at all.

Day 42, 1800: Spent most of the day getting yelled at again but I think Lt. is actually starting to go hoarse. Kinda hilarious, actually. Messaged Ress and told her about not being able to stay over anymore or she'd not be able to see me at all. True to her nature, the word “no” holds little sway over her, but I had to stay firm for both our sakes. It took way longer to explain to her why I didn't quite have the freedom she did (spoiled princess to a T) and had to promise to make it up to her late. Y'know, with sex.

Day 43, 2000: Well, today wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be. I finally got to spend some time with Ress again and she was pretty bummed when I got there. I guess she had another visit with that doctor (who has finally mellowed the fuck out, by the way) about her little secret and basically the same thing as before. Still no dice and the future isn't exactly looking great either. Honestly, beyond where she enjoys getting touched, I know next to nothing about their physiology, so I'm not exactly sure what the problem is with her inside and I'm not about to ask her. She's suffering enough as it is, she doesn't need to go into detail about her problem with some idiot who got a D+ in biology.
Anyway, she seemed a little defeated about that whole situation. I imagine she's been dealing with it for a long time, so it might just be a shitty part of life she has to deal with. Rather than make things worse, I just held her and let her talk until she had nothing else to say. She eventually dropped the subject and instead showed me a bit of a surprise she had apparently waiting to share. I guess that grumpy doctor has been put on cosmetic duty and had to figure out makeup fit for moth consumption.(1) Long story short, she had lipstick. It was this like dark purple color, which honestly looked kinda weird with her pink complexion(2) but still sexy on her.

She decided she wanted to test the lipstick (I'm calling it because the translator went apeshit and gave like three different words for it. I guess they don't have a word for it yet.) by leaving little kiss marks all over me, which was cute as fuck and kind of a turn on, but meant I had to use her awful cleansing powder and cramped shower again afterward. However, the smeared ring of purple around my dick made it more than worth the discomfort and minor loss of skin. God, what a day.

(1)[TN: Don't consume the cosmetics. While they're safe for use, there's a good chance they'll give humans ulcers if ingested in large enough quantities.]
(2)[Down. It's not skin. Their actual skin is usually a very pale or off-white color.]

Day 44, 1800: So I guess talks with the moths have gotten pretty good lately and apparently they're drafting up a trade agreement, though what we'll be trading exactly is way above my paygrade. But, that being said, Ress was caught up in red tape all day so I wasn't able to see her again. Great for our races, shitty for me. It's honestly kind of weird how much I miss her considering when we're together she bosses me around and demands I tend to her every need. I swear to god if being in the military has given me some kind of “being ordered around” fetish I'm gonna fucking sue.
Day 44, 1810, addendum: Oh yeah, and I found out what those two guards of hers really said. Assholes.

Day 45, 2000: Well...today fucking sucked. Almost no time with Ress, and what little we did spend together was her telling me she's leaving tomorrow. Last minute orders from dear ol' daddy for her to come home now that trade discussions have begun. They're gonna be sending some other dignitary under direct instruction from the “king” and that means no more need for the princess to be here. Plus, and I assume this was another reason for her to be here, with her medical issue still a moot point, she's got no reason to stay. Both of us were pretty miserable and just kinda spent what little time we had cuddling. We did, however, take our first and only picture together. It's really cute, despite all the negative shit today, we both look pretty damn happy. The data itself has to be heavily encrypted and hidden because if anyone found that picture that would be a big fucking mess. Also I'd probably get launched out the airlock and liquefied with a railgun for good measure. But hey, it's a nice picture to remember her by.
Shit, now I'm all sad again.

Day 46, 2200: Well, she's gone. I'm kind of a mess and a little drunk right now, but don't tell the Lt. He'd kill me if he knew, but fuck him. Noisy prick. Don't tell him I said that, either.
While under the guise of “helping her pack” (I don't think her aide stopped scowling once all day.) we spent the day together whenever she wasn't called to listen to some other suck up getting their last minute ass-kissing in before she left. That's MY ass to kiss, you pieces of shit. But any chance we got to be alone, we were, and we spent them either fucking or talking about what's next. Boy did we fuck. Got to get as much in while we could. Did you know moths could cry? 'Cause they can. Sucks. I hate it. The only things that've made me happy today was her and this bottle of bourbon I snagged from the kitchen (One of the cooks there is a cool dude and let me have it. Good guy, I should steal more stuff with him.) and now she's gone and if I have any more to drink I'm going to be even more miserable tomorrow.
She stalled her people a lot, though. Wanting to get “souvenirs” and “forgetting things” and such just so she could stay longer. She really is a lot more clever than she lets on and I'm glad I got to see that part of her too. I got to see a lot of parts of her, and not just the sexy parts. But a lot of the sexy parts. I like those parts. Man is spellcheck handy.
She promised that she'd be back someday. Dunno when, dunno, but she said she would be for sure, so nobody else is allowed to scoop me up. Was really cute to see her all territorial like that. Not like it matters, after her no woman could compare. We fuckin' love eachother. Like, we basically said it I think. Translation is weird, but she knows. So, yeah. My girlfriend is a fuckin' space moth princess. That's awesome and I miss the hell out of her. I think that's enough shit to write in this thing, it'll just be me whining for a while anyway. Hurry back, Ress.

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Pub: 24 Dec 2020 23:44 UTC
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