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December Lewd: Male Human/Female Jornissian
🕑 Added 2018-12-16 22:21:24 +0000 UTC Light Bondage, Dom/sub, Oral, semi-public sex, M/F.=======================================================================
“[It’s not good enough.]”
Zac hit the mat with a meaty thud, red-faced and out of breath. His nemesis swayed gently above him, indifferent to his attempts.
“I - hah - I’m trying-”
“[And I’m just saying, it’s not good enough.]” his Jornissian trainer, Ksseth’Sarrthiss said, tapping a few times on a tablet computer. “[You were supposed to be keeping up with your fitness training, and if you were then a simple random fitness check wouldn’t be this big of an issue.]”
“You said you’d have a surprise for me if I succeeded-”
“[You have yet to succeed.]”
“Doing the workout has to count for something, right?”
Ksseth’Sarrthiss waved her tablet. “[Not according to the metrics your UN gave us for median human fitness, no.]”
“You’re fucking with the gravity-”
“[We’ve actually lowered it to .8 [Earth]-gravities; you still can’t make it up halfway.]”
“…fuck.”
“[No.]”
“…waitwhat?”
“[Get back up, try the rope one more time. If you can’t make it up at least halfway, then I’m going to have to fail you - and that means we’ll have to assign someone to make sure you’re getting in your daily PT.]” Ksseth’Sarrthiss said detachedly, idly tapping on her tablet. “[And considering I’m already fudging the numbers on all your other tests, I’d rather not have to reassign one of our crewmembers to making sure you stay physically fit.]”
“Look, it’s not that bad-”
“[Do you want me to pull out the chonker chart again? I’ll bring it-]”
With a groan Zac rolled over onto all fours and pushed himself up onto his knees. The blue-and-black alien studied him with intense emerald eyes, her body curled up on herself in an “at rest” position.
He honestly wouldn’t mind the PT test if she didn’t look so fucking bored.
“Look, my stamina isn’t - I’m a sprinter! Very dangerous over short distances-”
“[You’re climbing a rope.]” Ksseth’Sarrthiss pointed out, “[Your running distance has nothing to do with this. Up.]”
Grumbling, Zac wobbled to his feet and wiped his wet hands on his soaked shirt, before gripping the thick coils of the rope once more. With a grunt he wrapped the rope around his leg and began to inch his way up again.
“[You’re doing great.]”
“Hnng- at least try to sound like you’re paying attention?” Zac huffed, inching his way up above the floor
“[Great, just like that.]”
‘Fuck’s sake.’ He thought, as the rope cut into his leg. ‘She’s not even trying anymore.’
And he was right. Ksseth’Sarrthiss had already entered Zac’s PT in as a fail after his fourth failed attempt to run a 15 minute mile, and was busy rearranging her schedule to monitor his PT from now on.
She had failed him, of course, after she had already given him a pass on reaction time (’dodgeball was never my favorite sport’ he said), a pass on strength training (’Instead of 2pl8 can I do 2 10s?’) and a pass on endurance (’My real endurance is in something else!’ he cheerfully said after sitting down 20 minutes into a 1-hour walk). She literally couldn’t keep fudging the numbers, and if her training was to be believed an un-fit human had a shorter lifespan and was more inclined to self-injury.
“Sh-SHITSHITSHI-”
Sighing, she tapped an indicator on her tablet - at nearly light-speed a raft of gravity-dampeners bathed the human as he fell roughly 8ft to the heavily-padded floor below.
Thud.
“[Well. Do you want to try again, or can we all face the rising sun together?]”
“Haah…endurance… elsewhere. Physical… there are no ropes… in space.” He complained, panting heavily.
“[Look. You keep claiming you’ve got endurance, and I’m certain at some point in your earlier years-]”
“I’m twenty-s-”
“[-at SOME POINT, you may have had endurance, but what’s pure to see is that it has left you. Being this weak does not benefit you, me, the federation or your united nations.]”
“Anatomic…anatomical differences-” Zac complained, wobbling back up to his feet.
Ksseth’Sarrthiss spat, hissing. “[Anatom-I’ll show you anatomical differences!]”
The tablet tossed to the side, forgotten, the massive snake-woman began to shift and move quicker than Zac realized was possible. His feet were swept out from under him, only to land amid her massive, scaly coils. Riding on the massive waves of firm muscular flesh he found himself quickly brought before her, lifted to eye level by her long, rigid body.
“[After making me wait in this cold room for so long, you owe me, Human! And you, the ‘prime example of human fitness’]” Ksseth’Sarrthiss said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “[wish to debate anatomical differences with the Jornissian, hmm?]” the massive sibilant matron cooed softly in his ear, forked tongue just barely tickling his cheek as she leaned in. His muscles tensed up involuntarily as he felt her massive tail wrap around his abdomen, holding his arms against the sides of his chest as her massive tail continued to slide around him. The thick appendage was like a river of muscle flowing around him as the scaly body beneath him disappeared, leaving him hanging there in her firm grasp as she leaned back and reared up to her full height once more.
“[It is fortunate that I, too, desire to become more intimately acquainted with yours,]” she continued, the tip of her tail gingerly tucking itself under his waistband. Her scaled skin felt cool against his thigh as the tail burrowed deeper into his pants, and he was helpless to do anything else as the slender tapered tip gently began to wrap around his hot, hardening member.
Ksseth was surprised to feel what must be some sort of strange, dangling egg-sack hanging beneath his malehood, complete with a pair of firm – if small – eggs. The tip of her tail flicked at them idly, which was clearly having an effect on Zac. His muscles had tensed up again, like they had when she initially grabbed him, and his body was very visibly heating up – at least to the pits hidden in her hood. The warmth of his rushing blood felt wonderful against her cool tail-tip, and the small appendage she had grasped was quickly becoming the warmest part on his body.
“T-that feels really c-cold,” the warm, soft creature stammered. Her grip tightened, both on his abdomen and on his tool, and she leaned in and hissed at him again, “[Lesson one. For the problems you’re causing me, from now on to you I am madam, mistress. You will try that again.]”
“Uhm, th-that feels really cold . . . ma’am,” he replied uncertainly, clearly afraid that she would crush him within her coils should he displease her.
“[Better. Lesson two. You speak only when spoken to. I am your superior, after all,]” she stated as she began using her tail to tug his pants down and expose the curious appendage she had wrapped herself around. Any protest he had died in his throat as she finished removing his pants and underwear, all without releasing either point of grip she had on him. She produced a small, blue and white container from behind her and finally withdrew the tip of her tail, letting his rather lewdly dangling genitals to hang there and stiffen in the relatively cool air of the private gym.
With a squeeze of the bottle, she began to squirt the clear, gelatinous fluid onto the scales of her tail, watching with glee as Zac’s eyes widened. “[I have heard much about the use of this ‘jelly’,]” she hissed playfully as she discarded the spent container. The end of her tail glistened in the dim light as she approached Zac with it. “[As a lubricant for movement and…other things.]”
As the slick, dripping appendage approached him, Zac wasn’t sure which was more disconcerting: hearing words he understood come out of the massive snake-woman’s mouth, or the implication those words, and thus that tail, carried with them as they approached.
“[Let us see if we can get those eggs out first,]” she stated as the slick, now downright cold tail pressed up against the underside of his member, running all the way up between his thighs as she slathered his lower body with the gel.
“E-eggs?” He began to wriggle in her grasp, entirely uncertain what it was she was referring to, but very certainly opposed to finding out what she meant. She snapped her jaw at him, causing him to recoil slightly, before chuckling to herself. It was a strange sound, like a rattling in her throat. Much to his relief, she began wrapping her tail around his tool once again, and thought it was freezing cold it still felt strangely wonderful as the rough but lubricated scales rubbed across his sensitive flesh.
“[Yes, eggs. Wouldn’t want those going inside me, now would we?]” Zac did little more than nod, letting out a soft, shuddering moan as her tail began to slide up and down along his shaft like a spring compressing and expanding around him. Each compression filled the room with a lewd, wet slap, and as she began to pick up her pace the lubricant began to splatter across his thighs. “[It seems you are not so different after all. I have yet to meet a male that did not enjoy this treatment, Jornissian or otherwise. I am disappointed by the size, but it is large for your body, all things considered - I am simply used to having more to work with. You have lasted longer than I anticipated and are pleasingly warm as expected; at least working you has been good for something. I am certain you are eager to . . . learn more about my biology,]” she teased, reaching a hand down to unfasten her uniformed smock, and then further unclasping what to her species was the equivalent of underwear. Carelessly she tossed them over her shoulder and spread open her genital slit to show off her dark pink sex to him, nestled amongst the pastel blue of her underbelly.
Mind fogged by the rhythmic slapping of the muscular coil around his shaft, Zac could do little more than nod and stammer “Yes, ma’am.”
“[Ooh, easy to train as well. I shall have to remember this for future . . . experiments.]” She turned away from him to stare out the viewport and into deep space, plotting her future exploits already while she absent-mindedly continued her assault on Zac’s turgid member.
At the back of her head, Ksseth had been counting. ‘One hundred and three, one hundred and four’ . . . she was measuring his endurance, like she had every male before him. This had gone on longer than she had anticipated indeed, and she was just beginning to wonder how much longer it would take for him to finish when she heard a low, soft groan from behind her, and felt the splatter of something hot and wet against her lower back - ‘one hundred and six’.
The sensation sent a trill of pleasure up her spine, and all the way down to the tip of her tail. Releasing him finally, she felt as he landed heavily midst her coiled body, bringing her tail-tip around to look at her prize. The clear lubricating gel had become mixed with something largely opaque and white. So, he was more like a normal male than she had anticipated at first. Such a strange structure, she thought to herself, as she glanced back at him. She was eying up his particularly exposed, external manhood.
Of course they weren’t eggs, she’d have been surprised if they were. However, as this human was her first, it was better to be safe than to spend an hour trying to find an expel some alien’s eggs from her womb. Although, in retrospect…tt was curious how he had reacted; pPerhaps she could use it to have some more fun with him.
“[I suppose this means I have to try harder to get them to come out,]” she hissed softly as she rounded on him, pouncing upon him as her coils once again began to wrap around his torso.
“Uh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” he began in reply, holding his hands up in a vain effort to hold her snout back. She glared at him, tongue flicking up between his arms and tickling the underside of his chin. “Um . . . ma’am,” he added uncertainly, swallowing hard.
“[Close enough,]” she replied, before pulling her nose away from his hands and moving it down along his abdomen.
The sensation of her tongue wrapping around his recently-spent shaft sent a shiver up Zac’s spine.
“I, uh . . .” he realized his mistake before she had to correct him, however. He needed time to recover after his last climax, but she appeared to be either unaware or uncaring of that fact. The soft, smooth, and surprisingly cool appendage coiled around his shaft like the tail had, though instead of pushing from base to tip like the tail had, her tongue was pulling. The sensation was overpowering, and his now-free hands could do little more than grasp either side of her broad head for support. His softening tool quickly began to harden again under her cool, machine-like efforts. Once she was apparently satisfied with the firmness, she opened her broad maw and took the entirety of his member inside – testes and all. Her regular, rhythmic tugs continued inside, and the feeling of being surrounded by soft, cool flesh was alien, and surprisingly pleasant. The lack of heat helped to counteract the otherwise overwhelming over-stimulation he was experiencing and before long he was back to throbbing hard, moaning and groaning above her as she continued to work on him.
Now that she had him doubled over, Ksseth drew away and hooked her tongue under the hem of his shirt, tugging it off and over his head with just her mouth. Tossing it aside, she twisted her muscular coils around, flipping Zac upside down before laying back. She laid him out on her abdomen, shifting her grip back to his waist and pushing his face against the slit that hid her sex. His body was frustratingly inflexible, but she managed to fold her head forward to continue running her tongue up and down his tool as she urged him forward.
“[Go ahead,]” she managed to mutter as her tongue continued its work, and it was only a moment before she felt those warm, slender fingers dug into the cool, soft flesh hidden beneath the blue scales of her underbelly. Next, a gasp of surprise as the three-inch-long, tapered cone of flesh that comprised her clitoris slid out, brushing across his cheek and leaving a thin, cool line of fluid.
“Ma’am,” he began, before the slender, fleshy digit slid between his lips.
“[No talking, just sucking,]” she replied, cooing softly as the warmth of his mouth surrounded her sensitive appendage. As his lips closed around it, and she began wrestling with the tongue inside his mouth, she grinned to herself.
Easy to train indeed.
The warm, surprisingly thick and unsettlingly cool clitoral . . . tentacle pushed into his mouth, Zac felt a rush of excitement. It was hard to quantify exactly why he was feeling it, but as the curiously muscular appendage began to twist around his tongue, the rush of adrenaline filling his veins was unmistakable. He quickly began to make efforts to ‘fight’ the invading member, though it was more akin to some sort of perverted kiss than a proper battle to regain sovereignty of his mouth. The feeling of scaled hands around his hips heralded his coming reward, and as the long, cool tongue of his most gracious host began to wrap around his own shaft again he shuddered with excitement.
His fingers began to dig into the slit, hidden beneath a promontory of scales that swelled outward rather lewdly, at least from his current point of view. “[err 95%: Good]” she managed to say around his shaft as her mouth closed around it, goading him to further probe her depths with his fingers. Her insides were surprisingly moist, and cold, and he found he was able to insert a full three fingers without any issue.
Zac wondered briefly how much more he could fit inside, but his thought processes were becoming increasingly clouded as Ksseth’s tongue increased the pace of its strokes. Her lips had yet to move from their position wrapped around the base of his tool, but the singularly incredible sensation of her tongue shifting and pulling at him was becoming too much, and he could feel his climax mounting.
‘One hundred fifty four, fifty five, fifty six’ . . . Ksseth continued to count in her head. It was taking noticeably longer this time to bring him to climax, which was surprising to her given how seemingly pleasurable it had been to him. Of course, she had estimated that he, like other males she had been with, needed a moment to ‘reload’. She was surprised only by the fact that – oh!
Her thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations of a stifled moan around her clit, and the resulting flood of hot, thick seed that filled her mouth. The sensation was simply wonderful, like blood from a fresh kill, but . . . thicker, and incredibly more debauched. Right, she was surprised by the fact that he seemed to react to the additional input the way he did, and another tug with her tongue confirmed her theory. An adorable, if desperate, moan reverberated through her loins as she pulled more of the thick, hot fluid dribbled out into her mouth. She would definitely need to look into requisitioning additional ‘training time’ to bring him up to PT standards…
Additional pulls of her tongue drew out a diminishing amount of semen from the diminutive lover, though after the first few she decided she enjoyed toying with him more than the raw sensation of warmth currently sliding down her throat. She relented after the twelfth, releasing his package from her mouth and shifting her grip from her hips to his head – he may have finished, but by no means was she finished.
Her fingers slid through the dark, earth-toned fur atop his head, and she wondered briefly if it was the remnant of some sort of pitiful camouflage – she had her doubts of this species even ever being predators based on what she had recently observed, but by Sotek-who-circles-the-world they made excellent warming units -eer, companions.
Her tongue flicked in frustration after a few more moments of his amateurish fumbling with her clit, and with a series of lightning-quick motions she pulled his mouth away and flipped him around, reorienting him so that his member now pressed against her drooling, eager slit.
With his knees now (just barely) able to reach the ground on either side of her broad tail Zac was finally able to stable himself, grinding his length across her smooth, scaled slit as he did so. The resulting moan from the massive female both above and below – as well as all around – him was enough to inspire some confidence in him, and he lifted his hips up to right his tool. The pink, saliva-soaked glans brushed down along her mound before pushing inside, the cool, gripping walls squeezing down around his shaft was enough to make him gasp as he entered.
He quickly hilted, gravity working in his favor, and found something incredible. It felt as if he had just barely poked through to the other side, so to speak.
“[Hmph, just barely long enough to properly fertilize,]” she mused above him as she began to stroke his head idly, “[not that such a thing is even possible. I have to wonder how your women put up with it, though I suppose they are not quite so large . . . nor as demanding.]”
Zac took a moment to recover from his previous orgasm, the cold grip on his tool helping him ‘cool down’ so to speak. Once he was satisfied he could go another round, he pressed his cheek into her chest and shifted from his knees to the balls of his feet, to put himself into a more appropriate position to thrust from. Before long, the sound of wet slapping of soft flesh against scales filled the room, along with the soft grunts of one eager-to-please human, and the subdued moans of his massive, serpentine mistress.
Ksseth would be loathe to admit it to a colleague, particularly due to her rank and position, but this small human was growing on her. Though his efforts were admittedly crude and his genitalia fairly primitive, the raw body heat – and the heat generated by friction – were beginning to get to her. She found her clitoris wrapping around his member involuntarily, like it would for a male of her own species, though it took more than one loop to fit the entire length around his circumference. The added control, heat and friction were simply divine, however, and before long she found her moans coming unbidden and un-stifled.
She could only imagine what it would feel to have her egg-chamber filled with the same hot fluid that she had tasted minutes prior – and how many of these Humans it would take to fill it up entirely. After a few moments she reminded herself to drape her tail over his upper back, allowing him to continue thrusting while also capturing even more of his wonderful heat.
Zac’s higher thoughts had begun to shut down, and each time his head popped through that thick, muscular ring deep inside her and entered that seemingly bottomless void. A trill of pleasure ran up his spine each time it happened, as if the primal part of his brain was telling him yes, perfect, fill this void. He was panting and moaning into her scales as his paces slowly accelerated, eager to feel that sensation more often.
The burning in his thighs seemed to be offset by the chilly embrace around his body - and more importantly his cock - and his chest heaved as he desperately pushed himself through to achieve that third, all-important orgasm. He could feel the subtle, but firm contractions of her walls around him gradually begin to quicken as well, again tickling that basal part of his brain which urged him onward. More! Deeper!
He did what he could to fulfill those desires, pumping in and out of the massive serpent eagerly. He felt as if his legs were going to give out when it finally came - when he finally came, and as the fireworks of a well-earned orgasm filled his head, he felt his body go slack against her massive frame.
‘Two hundred and twelve’, she marveled to herself. Frankly, half of those were half-thrusts, but she was willing to give this male the benefit of the doubt. As the heavenly heat poured into her, she decided that the wonderfully warm and clearly exhausted being draped across her chest deserved at least that. Her massive hand began to idly stroke his back as she considered her next move, and how she could schedule future ‘PT Tests’ with Zac without drawing too much attention.
‘Maybe I should assign him as my personal secretary…’ She thought, as Zac warmed her whole body inside and out.
Comments
Sage Cartwright
mmm I knew snek was best.
vinny8boberano
Oh my, yes.
