Christmas Present #5 (Tau Girl Wrapping Paper) v1.00
tags: Tau woman x guardsman, vanilla, fingering, from behind

Request:
I have noted we don't have many fics starring the Tau as of late. Perhaps a Fire Caste warrior seducing a Gue'la to the Greater Good with her...Greater Goods?

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	Prisoners were always the most fun to play with. Desperate, cold, hungry, exhausted, and starved for basic contact with anyone or anything. They were never mistreated, no. There was no need for that. Their Imperium did enough of that to the poor humans. All that was necessary was to give them the basic necessities of life, and all of a sudden you had a loyal gue’vesa willing to die for the Greater Good. The only thing difficult to provide in any capacity was the contact part of the equation. 

	That was her job. Her name was Shi’ur. She, a shas’vre of some renown, had been selected for her talents in very specific areas. She was a hardened veteran soldier who could easily defend herself, cool under pressure, clever, great with people, well-acquainted with gue’la culture, and her buxom body was lusted after by pretty much every Tau man and woman she had ever met. That made her ideal for the career of recruitment. Her name and half-nude form had been featured in numerous morale-boosting supplements for their brave fire caste warriors, but the ironic truth was that she only very rarely ever got with anyone from her own kind.

	Not that she minded, of course. There was a belief held by numerous gue’la about Tau women. They believed that the women of the dreaded ‘xenos’ were shameless whores compared to their own females. It was not true, of course, but it was a useful belief to exploit. Shi’ur grinned to herself at the thought as she walked down the metal hallway of the complex. The shapely woman shook her head, allowing her beautiful white hair to swing around her blue-skinned head. She stepped up to the door of Cell 1392-C, her biometrics immediately scanned by the device in the ceiling that confirmed her identity and noted an unusually high level of sexual hormones flowing through her bloodstream. 

	In truth, the reason why she was so suited for her role in the Fire Caste was because she was exactly the type of Tau woman that the gue’la thought existed. Like a dream come true, she swept into their lives and gave them personal contact, warmth, and the pleasures of the flesh, tempting them into joining the cause of the Greater Good. It was technically dishonest to encourage that kind of thought, but there were some Tau ladies who had a thing for exotic fellows, so it was more of a half-truth. Shi’ur happened to be one of them, which lined up perfectly with what her mission required of her. Her superiors turned a blind eye to it. After all, it got results, so why complain?

	The metallic door slid open, and Shi’ur stepped inside the sparsely decorated cell. There was a cot, a blanket, a pillow, a small table and a chair, a waste disposal system, and a small terminal built into the wall that offered a wide variety of educational materials about the Greater Good and the Tau Empire. Very few gue’la bothered to use the terminals, but it was always worth a shot. In the corner, sitting on his cot, her current subject glanced up to see her, his grizzled expression softening just very slightly. 

	For a gue’la, he had a peculiar rugged handsomeness about him - the hardened frame of a warrior coupled with a hefty five o’clock shadow and baggy eyes. His short, messy brown hair was simple and befitting a soldier. According to the reports, he usually suffered from nightmares when he slept, causing a gradual build-up of fatigue and exhaustion despite his now peaceful way of life. Though they had added some psycho-relaxants to his meals, the drugs failed to make a significant change to the number of nightmares and intensity of nightmares he suffered from. 

	Shi’ur had spent a few weeks popping into this one’s cell to deliver food, ask questions about his service and life before the war, and provide new clothes and basic toiletries. He never showed any signs of his will cracking from that, a rare case that required special methods. Occasionally, she would conspicuously drop her writing utensil solely so that she could slowly, tantalizingly bend over and pick it up. Every time, her taut, round rump would be very closely hugged by the fabric of her tight jumpsuit, putting her curves on display to him. She would glance back innocently and feel quite the satisfaction at the sight of the tent building in his pants. Though he was quite admirably loyal to his Emperor, his body still had needs that had most likely gone unfulfilled for so long that even the booty of a ‘foul xeno’ had that kind of effect on him. 

	This sort of teasing had gone on long enough that just the sight of the lovely blue woman caused the gue’la to act funny, sweat building on his face and his eyes never leaving the contours of her frame. He was undressing her with his eyes, and she simply pretended not to notice, but in truth, she was already getting hot and bothered by it. It was like feeling his animalistic lust projecting towards her, and the nervous excitement she felt building in her depths was difficult to set aside as she set down a fresh set of clothes on his table. She could feel his eyes boring into her as she turned and walked a few steps towards the door, saying something in the language of her people. The door clicked, locking up as per her command. The room’s scanners deactivated, allowing them full privacy for what was about to come next. 

	“Jaculius Synwerner,” Shi’ur said quietly, making sure to keep her back to him as her fingers trailed up her chest to the zipper at her collar. “Are you yet willing to embrace the Greater Good?” she asked in nearly perfect Low Gothic.

	“Frak off,” the Imperial man muttered. She gave her wide hips a slight playful flick, and heard the loud gulp that came from behind her. The Fire Caste woman could not help but smile to herself. She began to pull the zipper down, revealing her smooth, almost flawless blue flesh. It came down past her bosom, and her supple breasts spilled out of the suit, no longer contained by the tight material. It reached her groin, and with a loud sigh and a pull on the synthetic fabric, the suit came off of her shoulders, revealing her feminine back to the soldier. She pulled it down off of her waist, and the tight, tan-colored, thin thong she wore became visible, barely covering a sliver of her rear and riding up between her cheeks. She bent forward to pull each leg of the clothing down to her ankles, and suddenly felt hands clasp around her firm buttocks, squeezing them roughly. 

	“Oh, you’re awfully eager,” Shi’ur said with a smile and a glance backwards, though it was quite normal for her subject to act like this. After all, he was a sex-starved maniac and she was stripping and waving her sexy ass around. She straightened up just in time for him to ram his groin against her rump, making her squirm and giggle at the sensation of his hard erection through his pants rubbing such a sensitive place. His fingers greedily traveled to the flesh of her ample bosom, seizing and kneading her soft, heavy, jiggly jugs with the uncontrolled force of an animal. 

	“Heehee, I see you found my Greater Goods!” Shi’ur said, but the man molesting her was in no mood for sex talk. His fingers found her hard nipples, rubbing and pinching them, making her knees shake even as he ground his tent into her soft and firm ass. One of his hands released from her breast so that it could swing down and slip underneath her tight, damp thong, his fingertips brushing over her thick mons until they found her wet slit. Though he was inexperienced and clumsy, his fingers teased and probed at her folds, sending hot, electric sensations through her core. The rugged soldier leaned in and kissed her neck, nibbling on her passionately, forcing a gasp and shudder of raw pleasure out of the libidinous Tau. Her sexual fluids began to leak out in earnest, dripping down each of her thighs as her body prepared for real coitus.

	And with her body in full sexual bloom, Shi’ur felt only primal heat in her loins and the insatiable need to be filled. Tau were slow to arouse, but once in such a state, they were much like ravenous beasts, the hormones flowing through their veins telling their brains that everything was irrelevant except mating. She whimpered as his fingers continued to tease her nether lips, begging him to put it in. He did not need to be told twice. The Imperial pushed her to the wall, her arms planted firmly against it as she leaned forward, her ass stuck out towards him, panting, hot sweat dripping from her chin and her breasts. In a blur, she felt the soaked fabric of her underwear yanked down her thighs, exposing her thick, juicy mound and revealing the rest of her massive and perky rump. The sound of his pants hitting the floor was strangely pleasing, an old and familiar noise to her. 

	In a moment, she felt him nervously probing at her entrance, his tip impressively wide from what she could tell of it. She did not even need to see the member to know that it was big, quite big. The flutter of anticipation she felt at the thought of being pierced by it was quickly rewarded with the sensation of her labia being spread by his head, centimeter after centimeter pushing inside of her until she felt his pelvis pressing against her rear, and knew he had finally pushed in to his base, all thoughts gone from her mind except joy at the feeling of her sensitive hole being filled. 

	Her walls lovingly rippled and squeezed around him, the muscle groups that surrounded her passage very different from those of a human, producing an intoxicatingly different feeling. His formidable dick throbbed with passion in response, and even though neither of them moved, the mere meeting of their genitals almost felt too good. The moment of pause ended as the soldier finally gave in to his bestial lust with a meaty groan. The grizzled man pulled back slowly, as if savoring the feeling of her wet folds running over his length, only to be surprised when Shi’ur moaned and pushed her hips back against him, taking the measure that had been removed back into herself. She looked back at him with wide eyes, and even her alien face was able to portray the powerful desperation she felt. 

	He fucked her harder than he’d ever fucked anyone before. He thrust into her again and again, relishing the sensation of pounding such a busty woman with no control or limits, only raw instinct. It was quick and dirty, the kind of sex that animals would make, with no regard for stamina or endurance. The noise of flesh upon flesh echoed in the room as he grunted and groaned in agony, struggling to hold back for just a few more seconds of pleasure. Shi’ur bucked back against his forward humps, more than happy with how hard it was, feeling her orgasm starting to build from her core like a tidal wave building in size. Then, the wave crashed into the coast, and she bit on her lip as she felt him stop and throb uncontrollably, dense warmth spilling into her depths. 

	The affair was over as soon as it had begun, the man pulling his semen-coated shaft out as he panted weakly and collapsed onto the ground. The fire warrior allowed herself only a minute to bask in the gooey afterglow and come back down to terra firma. Then she straightened up, gingerly touched her bruised and sore spots, and turned to face the soldier on the ground. Tears ran down his cheeks, as if he despaired for the loyalty that he had thrown away in the heat of passion. Shi’ur smiled softly, then kneeled down beside the man, grabbed him by the neck, and pressed his face into her bosom, allowing him the succor of her round breasts. He cried upon her like that for several minutes, but eventually the tears ran dry.

	“Do not mourn what has come to pass, Jaculius. This is your first step on the road to accepting the Greater Good and bringing peace and hope to the galaxy. We will accept you even where the Imperium did not. Please, think, consider this proposal deeply. That is all I ask of you for partaking in my body,” the sweaty Tau woman said smoothly. This subject was particularly weak to honor, and playing on that would open his eyes to the light of the Greater Good better than anything else possibly could. That, and a few more weeks of lovemaking, she grinned, stroking his hair gently as she felt his tongue brush over her nipple. 

THE END?