Author's Note: This is smut and assumes you're over 18 in reading it.
Tags: XCOM 2, female Viper x male ADVENT Peacekeeper, femdom, dubcon

>"Is that part of the alien system of rewards or something? Meet your quota and you get one hour in the fuckwagon with Peacekeeper Sassali."

They keep joking about it. Truthfully, I've gone beyond scoffing at the remarks. I savour in the shameless sense of power over the new blood in the ADVENT Peacekeeper force. I savour the sheer power I hold over those newbies, and that I can make or break their petty, pretty little careers. And if I can keep them in line by indulging my base desires... Oh, all the more power to me. Let the rookies talk about their hour in the APC with Peacekeeper Sassali. It's a thrill that's more rewarding than feeling prey snap between your coils.

Last week was a good day, for example. Youngblood, some modded human that goes by Stark, managed to pique my interest in his good eye for troublemakers. Sometimes the protestors for the more invasive gene therapy do more than speak their mind. Carry more than signs. The way the boy reacted to what he saw on people's persons was beyond just genemodding that's standard issue with our ground troops. The guy was a natural in keeping his cool among flared tempers, in diffusing hostilities, and the few arrests he had to make were by the book. The guy's a natural.

Stark made his quota.

So when we were heading for our patrol out way out in the suburb checkpoints, I made it a point for the vehicle to take a detour. No-one pays an ADVENT APC cruising around any heed. Such a sight yields plenty of deference by itself. For one hour, we were off the grid.

He had no idea, of course. The human was checking his gear nervously in his seating. For all he knew we were moments away from deploying at the checkpoint. Part of him feared his partner. His superior. I could feel my hood flare out already at tasting his unease as I splayed out with my lower body across the floor of the APC, slowly advancing on him.

"I've had a look over your file," I started in a terse, almost adversarial tone of voice to the rookie. "You graduated among the 80th percccentile of your classs. Excellent marksssmanship ssscoresss. Your immediate and ready knowledge of procccedure is... almossst impeccable." His voice chirped over his voice modulator, sounding confused and a little prideful. "Um? Thank you, ma'am? But... why the-? Is there a problem, ma'am?" he asked.

I tasted the air. I glanced down at his armoured bulk. I then smacked the bulky helmet on his head slightly askew. "There isss. Take your helmet off when I'm talking with you in here, boy," I hissed, and to my delight, Stark heeded almost immediately. His shaven head and rounded features were appealing, his pale blue eyes looking confused up at me when they adjusted to the light of the room, no longer filtered by his helmet. I pushed him into the wall of the APC, mostly with my mass than with my limbs.

Benefactors kind, thank you for this clueless rookie not knowing what's in store for him! He looked absolutely sincere in his worry as I pressed him against his seat with my body!

"You are an assset to ADVENT with your excccellent performanccce and continued loyalty to our Unity," I continued, and he looked all the more concerned and confused. I could taste the sweat building up already. "Am I in trouble, ma'am?" he asked again, his eyes scanning my broad, sloping face. 

I slowly planted my hands on the zippers and the seals of his suit. I wanted it. I needed it. I hissed down at him, forcing my full weight on him. "You don't even fucking know, do you?" I taunted him. My slender, scaled fingers make practiced motions in removing the front sections of his armour, opening up the layered plates until I could feel his suit underneath. "You're due for promotionsss, boy. You are mine. Ssstay put and enjoy your reward..."

My body forced his legs apart, and my hands continued their hungry, greedy assault. He struggled against me, looking between me and the far wall of the vehicle, trying to make sense of what's going on. I simply strip away his frontal armour until only his limbs are heavy. Then my hands wander to my own armour, undoing the seals and catching the three sections falling down along my long body in my hands before I let them fall. Stark looked mortified as I revealed myself to him, almost naked, but certainly all on display. My body's fit and toned, my scales shining with a healthy sheen, my body rounded and padded by a thin layer of fat. I do like to take good care of myself. Diet. Exercise. Genemodding. I pride myself in having some decent tits on my body. They're merely decoration. Assets. But they're pleasant to touch. Have touched. And I love the way my trophy boys respond when I offer them to them. A Viper with actual tits? That's a fucking treat.

Stark struggled as I held him down, as I ground my lower body between his legs, barely able to hold me at bay. I pressed my vent against his groin, feeling his flesh swell despite him. "Ma'am...! Miss Sassali!" he protested in vain. I simply opened his suit up until I can feel his skin touch my scales, and then press into my swelling, moistening cunt. My hands slowly wrapped around the back of his head, holding him in place against my buste. "There, there. Ssstay put. Let me have my prize..."

My trophy boy seemed to relent as I plant myself on him, angling my lower body with his. I ground my swelling cloaca against his meat, feeling his tip press against my opening. I slowly craned my head down against the bald dome of his own, letting my dark tongue slither down over his head, his neck, his chest. I could taste his sweat, his fear, his apprehension, his lust. I sunk down low, my full body pressing down for the first penetration. I hissed out in bliss. He groaned out when my walls wrap around him, like my coils did around his legs. And then I started to gyrate and bounce on top of him.

The APC must've been slightly off-kilter as I lowered myself repeatedly on Stark, pumping down on his fat shaft so I could feel the way his organ curves against my inner walls, up and back into my flesh. Suddenly, I felt teeth. I felt lips. I felt him taking charge, holding on to my hips and humping back into me. His mouth wrapped around the swollen nipple of my left tit, his teeth gripping, pinching, pulling at the sensitive nub peeking past my scales. I fucked him. I rutted him. I rode him.

His pleasure matters little to me, but already he's reciprocating. I returned the stimulation, my tongue inching to his own useless little teat for me to flick and taste. I clenched around him, inside and out, my coils wrapping closer around him while my sheath milked his alien dick. He sucked all the tighter at my breast, and vigorously pumped into my sopping, slicking slit. His strong arms dug into my sides, the armour pinching slightly at my skin. I grit my teeth and bear it, bodily bouncing down on him for the depth I crave in my partners. He obliges, with gusto. Any sense of doubt, resistance, restraint, I fucked out of him. And he fucked me like the good little toy he was. No doubt at some point, someone must have seen the APC parked at a traffic light and rhythmically sway left and right. But outside didn't matter. All that mattered was me, with Stark, and me fucking him senseless. I had the entire hour to draw out, after all.