Her Human, His Viper (XCOM Chimera Squad) (Patreon)

Summary: Torque and Claymore have been fucking in secret for months. The Viper says its all about pleasure, the human is ready to wait for the right moment to tell her he loves her. Along the way, he helps her discover her fetish for submitting to his cock. A tale of kinky romance. 

Includes: Romance, Dom/Sub, Interspecies Romance 

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Chimera Squad had another successful mission under their belt. The heroes of the hour arrived back to their base to the applause and congratulations of their teammates and the stunning approval of Director Jane Kelley. 

Claymore was the one praised most of all, though. He did his best to humbly brush off everyone’s words, but that didn’t stop them from congratulating him.

“You should have seen him!” Cherub beamed. “Total badass! Practically carved through those Mutons all by himself! I saw him wrestling with one at one point.” 

“I punched it. Once. And only cause I got lucky,” Claymore replied, shaking his head as Cherub gently elbowed him. 

“I repeat, total. Badass.”

“You also saved my ass,” Terminal smiled. “Made me look bad when you had to bandage me up.”

“Seriously,” Cherub laughed. “Plus he practically threw himself onto Terminal when that Muton threw that grenade. I was barely able to get in front of Torque to protect her.”

Claymore chuckled as he shook his head. “We only got through this because we worked together. You and Torque saved us when Terminal and I were surrounded.”

“I do what I can,” Cherub grinned.

While the other members of the team were happy to go over and laugh about their adventure, and praise the team’s heroics, one member of the group was not so happy. Claymore’s eyes turned towards Torque, staring at her as she stood quietly in the corner, a scowl on her lips. 

Their eyes met, but the Viper turned away, rolling her eyes as Cherub continued to brag about the group’s adventure. 

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Claymore knocked on Torque’s door, and when he didn’t get a response, he pushed it open himself. He smiled as he saw Torque’s back, with the woman hard at work on another sketch.

“You’re getting better,” he commented, glancing at the drawings on her walls. Her sketches were amazing, honestly. Claymore could tell she had an eye for it, with many of the drawings resembling their references to an amazing degree. 

He passed by a drawing of a dog as he walked closer to Torque. The Viper didn’t turn to face him as she drew on the large canvas in front of her. Claymore leaned his head behind her, and he had a peek at the drawing she was making.

It was a rough sketch, but he saw his characteristic beard… as well as a Muton’s fist colliding with his cheek.

“Interesting drawing you’ve got there, my dear.”

She huffed, blowing air out of her nostrils as she continued to draw. If he was right, she was currently drawing Terminal falling off a balcony.

“Is something upsetting you, dear?” he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders. She shrugged his hands off, turning to glare at him.

Most men might be scared of an angry Viper inches from their faces, glaring into their eyes. Not Claymore. He just smiled at her as she hissed, her tongue licking his cheek. 

“Get out.”

“Did I do something to upset you?” he asked, raising his brow. 

“Nothing. Just… leave,” she growled, trying to slither around him, only for his hand to grab hers, stopping her. 

Were it any other, she might have taken that arm off, but Claymore was… one of a kind. 

“Torque, is this about the mission?” She didn’t say anything, glaring at the wall of her room. He followed her eyes, noticing she was staring at a drawing of him she made. He smiled at the couple, and his own lips reflected that. “I remember when you drew that.”

“I should burn it,” she hissed. “Maybe the same will happen to you.”

“Torque, what’s wrong?” he asked, raising his brow, before he glanced back at her newest sketch. “Actually… Let me guess. You’re mad I helped Terminal? She’s a member of our team, Torque. I-”

“I’m angry-” Her tail smashed the canvas, and the stand that it was resting on. The wood was shattered in an instant as she leaned closer, glaring into Claymore’s eyes. “At that bitch fawning over you. She wants you. You’re the biggest alpha male here and her smooth, tiny brain is probably following her natural instincts. She practically threw herself on you.”

Claymore blinked, before chuckling as he released her hand. “You’re jealous.”

The two had been dating for over two months now. Well, Claymore called it dating. Torque called it blowing off steam. Whether that meant he’d cook just for her and the two would eat together, or they’d fuck for a few hours, he usually left it up to her.

“I am… angry. That she doesn’t know not to touch what is mine.” Her eyes narrowed, and she wore a mask of anger as she hissed. “You. Are. Mine.”

“Am I now?” He meant it as a joke, but the simple question only seemed to anger her. She leaned forward, hissing at him as she nearly licked him again. 

“You are. I own you. My scent covers you. I’ve had you a dozen times over. What has that little bitch done?” Her tongue flicked against his cheek and he crossed his arms with a smile. “Nothing. She couldn’t take you.”

“It sounds like you really like me?” Claymore commented, and Torque’s eyes widened for a moment, before she growled at him again.

“Don’t fool yourself. I’m just talking one alpha to another. No one else here can scratch my itch, and I’ll be damned if that little bitch is taking my stress toy.”

“Well, you seem pretty stressed right now. Want to take it out on your toy?” Claymore asked, raising his brow as he gave her a cocky grin. 

“R-right here? Now?” she blinked, before she shook her head and grinned, a long, crooked grin on her soft lips. “You’re right. You clearly need to be reminded of who owns you.”

“Clearly.”

“When I’m done with you, you won’t want to waste your time with that skinny little tech geek,” she hissed, wrapping herself around him. 

Claymore didn’t struggle. He felt her body wrap around him, coiling around his body as her lips neared his. Neither of them wore much of anything. They were off duty and in their casual wear. The man wore little more than a shirt and sweatpants while all Torque wore was a long, black shirt that covered most of her body. 

She leaned closed and allowed her breasts to press against his chest as her tongue licked his ear. “I own you, little human. You’re my toy, and I can break you if I want to.”

“That right?” he replied, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pushing against his chest, and her tongue gently stroking his ear. 

It was hard to tell under her tactical gear, but the truth was that Torque had a very lovely pair of breasts. Ones that Claymore was more than happy to play with when she let him. Her body coiled tightly around him as she dragged her breasts against him, and he could feel her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. 

“Don’t act cute with me, human. I could snap you in two if I wanted.” She placed a hand on his neck, pulling him closer. “The only reason I don’t is because you can still give me some… benefits.”

Torque was a member of ADVENT a few years ago. Claymore was a member of the Resistance, fighting to free humanity. They seemed like opposites, and yet somehow, the two had found a bizarre, but genuine bond. 

Claymore chuckled at the irony, before a soft moan slipped past his lips. Torque was squeezing tighter around him, and honestly few things felt as good as a Viper’s embrace. When it wasn’t on the battlefield, but a gesture of affection or even dominance, Claymore had a certain… enjoyment of it. 

And Torque soon realized how much he enjoyed it when something poked against her long belly. She hissed, but her voice was higher pitched, as if she was trying to control herself. She pulled her shirt off, tossing it aside as his eyes glanced down at her large, soft breasts.

“You like?” she asked, casually dragging her hands against her tits. “I don’t know what human males like so much about them. They’re just tits. I’d probably go out naked if there weren’t so many rules against it.”

Claymore took a moment to just admire her full tits. They lacked nipples, but they were just as soft and firm as the real thing. Hell, if you asked him, they were better. His eyes glanced at Torque’s eyes as he made a shot at her. 

“I like tits, but there’s something special about yours. Yours are special. Better than any other girl I’ve seen.”

Torque’s eyes widened for a moment, but she tried to just brush off his compliment. This was the game they played… Time and time again, Torque put on this show because her sense of pride made anything less impossible.

The Viper wanted to be in charge. She wanted to be the dominant one, to humiliate and own the little human locked in her embrace, but the truth was that Torque just didn’t know what she wanted when it came to sex.

Torque was the younger of the two, and she had lived her life under ADVENT’s rule. She was content with that. She was strong, and powerful, and she lived for the next fight, but when peace conquered the world, where did that leave her? 

For the first time, Torque had to explore just who she was beyond the next fight. Jane Kelley was happy to help start her on her path, but Claymore ended up showing her something that Jane couldn’t.

The first time they had sex was a slightly awkward affair. It started exactly like Torque said. A way to blow off stress, and she didn’t trust anyone else on the team to keep the meeting a secret. So Claymore helped her, playing by her rules at first.

And it was good… but he could see how awkward it was for her at the same time. Dominating someone on a bed was a lot different than dominating a battlefield, and she was clearly too lost to the pleasure to really play the role of a dom.

Claymore had suggested she stop trying to be something she wasn’t, and she nearly bit his head off. So he tried something else… And tonight, he was replaying the events of that night before her.

Torque had just recomposed herself from Claymore’s compliment, when suddenly he began to flex his muscles. Her eyes widened as he began to move her, forcing her to release his arms. They popped free and grabbed Torque by her neck, before pulling her down for a kiss. 

Claymore wasn’t actually sure if he was strong enough to overpower her, or if just the idea of a human escaping her grasp unaided was hot to the young Viper. He shrugged the thought off as he enjoyed the feeling of his lips against hers. 

Vipers weren’t nearly as hard as their appearance would imply. Torque’s lips were soft, and he gently nibbled on them as she sucked in air through her nose. Despite having kissed a hundred times over, she didn’t know what to do. 

That gave him the chance to push his tongue into her mouth, sliding along the insides, and rubbing against her own tongue. A hand moved down her body, rubbing against and squeezing one of her lovely tits. Torque took a deep breath of his scent, tasting it on her tongue as she pushed against the intruder.

Any attempt to fight him was quickly squashed as Claymore’s tongue dominated her longer, slender appendage. She moaned in his arms, shaking as his hand moved down from her neck, sliding along her back to grab at where her ass would be if she was human.

The gesture itself was clear. Torque was in his arms, kissing him like she was his woman, melting in his embrace instead of the other way around. 

He broke the kiss, but Torque wanted more, pushing her tongue into his mouth to wrap around his. Her hands finally found life as she gently held his head with them, her sharp nails gently stroking his cheeks as Claymore felt something wet press against his pants. 

Due to the way her long body was coiled around him, her pussy was actually rubbing against the side of his leg. She humped him, grinding her gushing cunt as he forced her tongue out of his mouth. 

He placed both of his hands on her tits, gently squeezing them as a grin formed on his face. “Now, Torque, we both know what it is you really want.”

She was panting, her warm breath stroking his face as he leaned closer. “It’s alright. I won’t tell anyone you like to be fucked by a rebel goon.” He kissed her lower jaw, and something that almost sounded like a whimper slipped out between her lips. “Outside these walls, you’re the biggest badass here. You’re a killer, a warrior, all you aspire to be… but when we’re alone. Whenever you want…”

A hand rose up from her breast and he gently wrapped his fingers around her long slender neck. Anyone else would have snapped in two by the Viper… but Torque closed her eyes, trusting him with her life. 

“You’re just a weak little slut for your human Master. So let go, and have a good time…”

Torque took a deep breath… before letting go.

She didn’t know how he did it. She hated it, and yet… She liked letting go. Her embrace loosened and Claymore took her by the neck. She wasn’t worried. She just let reality become her dream, imagining her capture by some XCOM rebel… 

Claymore pushed her to her bed and she fell on it, laying on her back. The large mattress was made for a Viper in mind, round in shape, and large enough for her to curl up. Of course, there was plenty of room for Claymore to get on top of her. 

He pulled his pants down, kicking them aside as his cock popped free. Torque felt her mouth salivate at the sight, and she licked her lips as she saw the human shaft that had popped her cherry months ago. 

“Do you want this, snake?” he asked, and she nodded her head. “Then say it.”

Part of Torque fought the words. She had spent so much of her life fighting and seizing control, but with Claymore, it was different. She reminded herself that it was okay, that it was all in the name of pleasure, and so she uttered those sweet-as-honey words. 

“I want your cock, Master. I want you to fuck my pussy. Show me that we don’t need males anymore. Male Vipers have such tiny dicks compared to humans.”

Claymore grinned, ‘pumping his shotgun’ as he approached her. She felt her juices trickle down her body, staining her bed. Her pussy quivered with need as he got on top of her, and with one quick plunge, he slammed the entire length of his dick into her. 

She screamed in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around the dark-skinned man. Her claws dug into his skin, even drawing blood as she panted. Claymore placed his hands on the bed, trapping her head between them as he pulled his hips back and thrusted forward again. 

The tip of his cock reached the entrance to her womb. The sensation of his dick dragging along her insides lit her on fire. Her tongue stretched out, licking his naked chest, feeling the muscles pulsing as he treated her like a mild workout. She moaned with pleasure at the taste, shaking as her pussy tightened around his dick. 

It felt so fucking good. Her mind melted in her skull. Her body felt pleasures never before understood. Fuck the Elders. If this is what they were keeping her and her people from, she’d kill them all herself. She fucking love Claymore. 

His cock. Yes, his cock. She loved the way Claymore’s cock pounded her insides, and the way it fit so snugly within her pussy. She squeezed tight, and her warm, moist walls would cling to it, making every thrust even better. The way his dick dragged along her insides… The way the tip pounded her nerves…

Torque could already feel her orgasm coming as Claymore wrapped her in his strong, muscular arms. Not weak and slender like a Sectoid, not coarse and rough like a Muton, no, Claymore was a human, and an impossible soft one at that. The way he held her made her want to return the favor, and her long tail wrapped around him, begging him to fuck her harder.

“Yes, yes, oh, fuck… Fuck, you fucking human bastard, keep fucking me, please, I need you, I need you, I-mmmph?!” His lips met hers, and the two kissed as the wet smack of their bodies colliding filled the air. 

In the end, Claymore came inside of her, shooting another load into her waiting womb like he had for the last few months. Torque trembled in his arms, clawing his back and continuing to draw blood as she moaned against his lips. 

The two continued to make love. They held one another, pressing their bodies against one another. Claymore’s cock pounded her pussy, cum gushing out of her cunt as he added more of his seed into her womb.

She was soon overflowing with his seed, just how she liked it, and their tongues wrestled with one another as came inside her for Lord knows how many times. They held onto one another, their bodies pressed together...

Their bodies trembled against one another, before they both went limp. He laid on top of her, his head resting on her neck as her breasts were squished against his firm, robust chest. He kissed her neck as she nuzzled against him, gently kissing his head.

Neither said anything. There was no talk of ‘I love you,’ or sweet words. They pulled apart as cum trickled out Torque’s pussy, but her eyes widened as she realized the blood on her hands.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was quiet. She looked at the ground, her jaw clenched. 

“It’s alright. Happens,” he replied, smiling at her. “Barely felt it, honestly.”

She didn’t say anything, getting up and slithering to a nearby drawer she had. She opened it, taking out some medical gear, before slithering back to him. She silently began to heal his wounds, dressing them with bandages after applying some ointment to them. Claymore smiled in appreciation to her.

Torque quietly scoffed at his smile. “You know, shit like this probably wouldn’t happen if you just got with another human.”

“I know, but I don’t want a human.”

“Freak,” she quietly muttered. She tried to pull away, only for his hand to catch hers. He leaned forward, only to stop midway. 

His eyes were so bright compared to hers. She hated staring into them, because what if she got lost? What if she got distracted?

She wore, those eyes would kill her…

Torque closed her eyes and closed the distance, kissing his lips one last time. The kiss wasn’t nearly as wet or passionate as the last one. It was gentler. More chaste. Torque would have preferred something a bit more aggressive, but… this was nice too.

They pulled apart and Claymore started getting dressed. She watched him stand up and that cock of his vanish under his clothes. He looked at her and he placed a hand on her cheek. She glared at him, trying not to rub her face against his soft palm and fingers. 

“Same time tomorrow.” She nodded her head, avoiding his eyes as he smiled. “And just so you know? Terminal’s nice, but there’s only one woman for me.” He kissed her one one last time, and Torque closed her eyes as she felt his hands on her tits again, squeezing and playing with her hefty tits.

She was left out of breath and panting as he turned and walked away. Her tongue licked the air, still tasting the musk and aroma he left behind…

Torque couldn’t wait to see him again.