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🕑 Added 2021-06-01 00:29:48 +0000 UTCFemale smol. Male Snek. what could go wrong?
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Huunthsn’nra’nthnan coiled himself up against a large rock and sighed, but not from contentment. The rock outcrop itself was warm thanks to absorbing a lot of sunshine, but that welcome warmth did not make its way into the Jornissian’s soul. He tilted his hood down and regarded the meal before him, a pile of namptha balls along with a few dipping sauces.
A ridiculous lunch, every bit as ridiculous as himself. He felt no urge to eat, since now he had herface in his mind’s eye. He saw her telling him once again how pathetic, how deformed he was. The memory was almost enough to make him just…give up. But he also remembered his mother’s favorite proverb: “You never know how the universe will surprise you.”
Just as he reached for his meal, he heard a rustling of leaves behind him.
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Nolwandle found her surroundings a weird mix of familiar shapes and strange colors. The plant life along this trail was formed as expected, consisting of central branching trunks outlined at their tips with flat, light-absorbent ‘leaves’. But the colors around her were all…off, as if she’d gone and tweaked the display settings of the universe. The ‘leaves’ were the glossy black color of trash bags. The sky overhead was not the expected blue, but a pale salmon color which told her hindbrain louder than words that she was not where she belonged.
Still, it was nice to be outdoors for once. She spent most of her days onboard the space station for this particular colony world, as one of its four therapists. In spite of such a ‘prestigious’ position, when she’d gotten this vacation approved her first thought was to get as far away as possible from her place of work.
That desire was due to Nolwandle’s clientele. It wasn’t that she had anything against her patients, far from it. But she had two separate issues. First was that she still felt like an imposter. By now it was common (if unspoken) knowledge that the other Senate races found humans adorable. Nolwandle found herself considered one of the most successful counselors on the station, by doing nothing more than just…sitting there.
Her second problem was more selfish and primal. Everybody on board the damn station was either already her patient or a potential patient. Apart from any ethical concern, any dating or even fooling around was out of the question lest she suffer the wrath of Sapient Resources.
She hitched her day-pack back up onto her shoulders while she trudged along and consulted her map. There appeared to be a clearing up ahead and to the side of the main trail, a perfect spot for a little lunch. Not for the first time, the human gave a silent thanks to whomever had transcribed the alien-labeled original into something which she could read. She pushed her way through the weird-colored shrubbery and stopped dead when she reached the clearing. Someone had claimed it before her…a very bigsomeone.
A bright-red Jornissian snapped his head through a full one-hundred-eighty degrees towards her. The alien’s silver eyes burned into her as his diamond-shaped pupils narrowed to mere slits. Nolwandle held up her hands in an automatic defensive gesture as she stared. At first her staring was at his viper-like hood and face, locked in a perpetual scowl. Then her eyes trailed downward and her eyes widened. He was wearing some kind of black, singlet-style garment with no sleeves…probably because his biceps alone would rip right through any attempt to contain them. His upper body strained at its containing fabric, showing a heroic profile which would make any human bodybuilder weep with envy.
“S…sorry!” Nolwandle squeaked. “I didn’t mean to intrude; I’ll just keep on walking…” She knew he probably wasn’t mad; Jornissians just looked like that. But still, she didn’t want to piss this big guy off.
“[No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.]” The alien’s voice was every bit as deep as she expected, but it also held a tinge of sadness. The Jornissian patted the purple-black turf next to his own coiled-up lower body. “[Please join me, if you wish. I don’t mind company.]”
Nolwandle ogled his physique a bit more. Thanks to her enforced celibacy, this hunky alien was awakening some serious horniness within her. “Um, sure! If you’re okay with it.” The human slung her pack off of her back as she strode forward and stuck out a hand. “I’m Nolwandle.”
“[And I’m Huunthsn’nra’nthnan,]” he replied, taking her hand gently. He grinned. “[Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to pronounce it.]”
She laughed. “Your name still sounds nice. What does it mean?”
“[‘Hunter-From-The-Shadows’ is the closest translation. Your name is also interesting, does it mean anything?]”
Nolwandle sat next to him. “Yep, it’s a Zulu name that means ‘Mother of Oceans’.”
“[Nicely poetic.]”
Thus encouraged, Nolwandle laid out her lunch from her daypack. It was simple; a salami and cheese sandwich, along with a dark-blue fruit which passed for an apple on this planet. As she began to eat Nolwandle could feel covert glances from the Jornissian. In return she did some subtle sideways staring at his massive chest and upper body. The dude looked like he could bench-press a bus. The Jornissian dipped a white sphere the size of her fist into a tub of brown sauce before him, then tossed the ball into his huge mouth.
“Can…can I try one of those?” Nolwandle was very proud of speaking without a waver in her voice. Damn it all, she was descended from warriors. Her ancestors had gone and t-posed on the fucking British. She should be able to hold a pleasant conversation with an alien who could crush her into a tiny smear of organic matter. Not that he would, of course…but the notion of being wrapped in his arms in a gentle hug gave her even more tingling down below.
“[Eh? Oh yes!...of course…]” The mammoth Jornissian looked down at the gaggle of white balls spread before him. Hunter pointed at a tub of some deep-green sauce. “[Namptha balls taste sweet to a [human] palate, so I’d suggest pairing with this.]”
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Huunthsn’nra’nthnan continued his covert scrutiny as the warmcuddle daintily dipped a namptha ball into his suggested sauce. She couldn’t just eat it whole, of course, it was far too big. So she had to gnaw at it, an adorable spectacle which made him want to hug her in the worst way.
He told himself to stop such nonsense. [Nolwandle] was an adult and deserved respect…although he was coming to an uncomfortable realization that his urge to hold her was not due to any misplaced parental instinct. This was the first warmcuddle he’d ever met in person, and her presence was awakening unknown parts of his subconscious.
She was tall and lanky for a warmcuddle, plus her near-black skin coloration was very interesting. Her hair was short and curly, and lay close to her head. The Jornissian had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke a hand through it just to see what it felt like. With a covert blep of his tongue he managed to catch the scent of her hair; she’d washed it with something floral. His mind wandered into a lewder place, a fantasy of licking the sweat off of her dark skin as she writhed nude in his coils…
Huunthsn’nra’nthnan’s hood drooped a bit. It wasn’t enough that he was deformed, he also had to discover nowthat he was a cuddlefucker? Besides, he’d scented the tang of her fear when she’d first seen him. There was no way she’d find him attractive.
“[You want to try some of mine?]” she asked, holding out her little bread-and-meat concoction while inadvertently breaking into his mental self-harange.
He almost begged off, then figured it’d be rude not to. He nodded and carefully took the proffered morsel. He pulled off a small bit of it and tossed it into his mouth. It was interesting, a bit of salted meat with some sort of other foodstuff that reminded him of milk. The Jornissian handed the warmcuddle’s lunch back to her with another nod. “<Very nice!>”
“[Thanks.]” Right as he tossed another namptha ball into his mouth, her dark eyes narrowed. “[So what’s eating at you?]”
His namptha ball tried to go down the wrong way, and Huunthsn’nra’nthnan coughed. It took a few seconds before he could swallow and respond. “<I’m sorry, what?>”
[Nolwandle] tapped the side of her nose as she kept gnawing. “[Occupational hazard. I’m a counselor up on the station, and I’ve developed a good sense for when someone is in a [funk]. And you, my big friend, are in one hell of a [funk].]”
His mood rose upon hearing her call him ‘friend’, then fell again. “<You’re not wrong. But I couldn’t burden you with my problems.>”
“[Why not? Maybe I can actually help for once.]”
His translator caught the bitter undertone in her voice, and he tilted his hood in curiosity. “<What do you mean, ‘for once’?>”
She sighed. “[I’m not an idiot. I know how you guys view us [warmcuddles]. Most of my day is listening to people complain about their family or coworkers, and then at the end of it I hug ‘em or give a headpat and they feel better. But it’s not like I do anything.]”
Huunthsn’nra’nthnan let out a sad chuckle. “<Well, I don’t think hugs will help my situation. Much as I’d love to hug you and…>” He realized what he was about to say and blushed green.
By now [Nolwandle] was done with her namptha ball. She stood and poked a finger into his arm. “[Hey now, finish that thought.]”
He looked away, not wanting to meet her eyes. “<No, it’s not appropriate.>”
Huunthsn’nra’nthnan expected her to respond with indignation or fear; instead, she smiled wide as her white teeth stood out stark against her dark complexion. “[Ha! I knewyou were eyeing me. That’s only fair, I was ogling this criminal bod of yours.]”
Her small hand, so decadently warm, stroked up his bare arm. The wonderful feeling made him stutter. “<C…criminal?>”
“[It’s a crime to be this damn sexy.]” Her hand paused at his bicep and squeezed. “[Holy shit, you are [jacked] even for a Jornissian. Do you lift cars?]”
Her caressing sent his brain into spasms. “<N…no, I work for the local emergency rescue. We need to be strong in case we need to, um…wow your hand is so soft….>”
“[Sexy andbrave as well? I’ve hit the jackpot.]” She squeezed his arm with both hands this time, setting off a fresh spark of pleasure within him. “[So…after this hike I was going to hit a bar or two and see if I could break my dry spell. But maybe I don’t need to, hmmm?]”
Given his deformity, her teasing was too much. Huunthsn’nra’nthnan tore his arm away and buried his face in his hands. “<Stop. Please.>” he gasped.
[Nolwandle] leering expression turned to distress. “[I’m sorry! I mean, I should have asked before I got all flirty. You must have a girlfriend…]”
He let out a strangled sob.
“[Or boyfriend, if you swing that way…]”
“<It’s…it’s not that.>” Huunthsn’nra’nthnan dropped his hands and stared down at the perplexed warmcuddle. “<I’m deformed.>”
“[You’re shitting me.]” [Nolwandle’s] eyes roved over his clothed upper body, her gaze predatory in its intensity. “[You’re built like a fucking god.]”
“<It’s not physical, it’s my scales.>” He motioned vaguely at his center, thankfully hidden beneath his clothing. “<These on my stomach are miscolored.>” At her disbelieving stare he shrugged. “<I know it sounds silly, but to a Jornissian it’s not.>”
“[I’ll take your word for it. Stupid question time…why don’t you get them fixed?]”
“<My parents are very conservative, and don’t believe in body modification…something I took to heart, I guess. I’m still building up the nerve to get them re-made. I look fine in clothes but when they come off it’s a different story. With my last girlfriend, when we finally got naked…you don’t want to know what she called me.>”
[Nolwandle] crossed her arms and assumed an expression more fearsome than any Jornissian scowl. “[Who was it? Tell me her name, I will fucking END that bitch…]”
He held up a palm to soothe her, wondering what sort of demon he’d inadvertently conjured up. “<It’s okay, please, don’t get angry. It’s fine….>”
“[No it is NOT fine,]” she seethed. [Nolwandle] gestured at his muscled torso. “[Fucking stupid snake-wench has this…this GLORY in front of her and she gets bent out of shape about some scale colors. Meanwhile I’m cooped up on a stupid space station and even if I wanted to screw one of my coworkers I can’t because then fucking SR will come down on me like a ton of fucking bricks and that’s why I haven’t had anything other than fucking silicone betwixt my nethers for FIVE FUCKING YEARS…]”
She slapped a mortified hand over her mouth, and for a moment the only sound in the clearing was Huunthsn’nra’nthnan’s gentle snickering. When she took her hand away her tone was much more neutral. “[Sorry. I have my issues too.]”
He shrugged his hood. “<Seems we’re both…what’s that warmcuddle phrase…a hot mess?>”
“[Looks like it.]” She looked down at the ground, then back up with a shy tilt to her head. “[So after the hug, what did you want to do to me? You never did say.]”
Huunthsn’nra’nthnan knew he should head this off before it became serious. “<P…please, you’re very kind but I couldn’t forgive myself if I h…hurt you.>”
“[You should let me be the judge of that.]” The warmcuddle stepped nearer and began stroking his arm again.
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The giant alien shuddered at her touch as his cute stammer became worse. “[I, I d…don’t even k…know if we’re c…compatible.]”
“Why don’t we find out? Now lose the clothes.”
He put a hand over where a stomach would be on a human. Below his outfit sat the coils of his very long, sinuous tail. “[B…but then you’ll see…]”
Nolwandle was done with coddling this adorable hunk. The Jornissian let out a surprised hiss as she used his coils like a stepladder to get closer to his body. She hadn’t lied about her five-year drought and she was going to be damned if she let this opportunity slip away. “I want to see you. All of you.”
“[But what if…]”
She interrupted him by gripping his snout in between her hands. He responded a small squeak as she pulled his face closer. Hunter allowed the pull; there was no way her mere human muscles could actually force him. Her lips met his, and at her warm contact his silver eyes dilated to almost black.
Nolwandle pulled her lips away. “Don’t worry. I know my limits. We’ll go slow, okay?”
“[O…okay.]”
With that she turned her attention to his outfit. “Now how do I get this off you? Ah, magnetic catches on the side here?]”
Hunter nodded, and she gently peeled at the side-seam. His singlet fell off, and as his stomach became exposed he buried his blushing face in his hands again.
Nolwandle stared for a long, long moment. Finally she spoke.
“Wow.”
Hunter didn’t have a six pack…he had a sixteen pack. On top of that rippling musculature, his belly scales were colored a lighter red. But right around where the waist would be on a human, they turned into a patchwork of iridescent scales which glittered in the bright sunshine. She hesitantly put her hand on them, and upon feeling her contact Hunter twitched all over. Nolwandle nearly got knocked off her feet, but managed to catch herself by planting both hands onto that glittering expanse.
“[It’s…it’s not too hideous, is it?]”
“Are you kidding? You look amazing!” Nolwandle knelt in his ‘lap’ and greedily ran her hands over his stomach, delighting in the way his muscles twitched under her caresse. “Hmm, you must do a ton of sit-ups too…”
Any further remark died in her throat as she felt a seam among those multicolored scales. A seam which parted under her further exploration, accompanied by a gasp from Hunter.
“Does that hurt?”
“[N…no, it feels good…]” he moaned. Then Nolwandle began to realize what she was in for as Hunter’s engorged cocks emerged from his slit….cocks plural.
Nolwandle knew intellectually that Jornissians had two, but it was a whole other matter to see them in person. They were ‘pointier’ than a human member, each one a couple inches in diameter and a little shorter than her forearm. Prominent ridges spiraled down from each pointed head, and Nolwandle felt a little faint as she imagined how those ridges would feel grinding against her clit. His prehensile lengths flexed in the air as if showing off, making the butterflies in her stomach dance even harder.
By now Hunter had gotten over his embarrassment and dropped his hands. “[They’re too big, they won’t fit…]”
“We’ll see.” Before she could second-guess herself, she stood in the midst of his coils. “I guess it’s fair that I show you mine, eh?” All she wore was a tank-top and shorts; one nice thing about her heritage was that she didn’t have to worry about sunburn. She peeled off her top…she wore no bra, sadly, thanks to her modest tits. Hunter still stared at her bare chest in wonder. She felt her face flush while her dark-chocolate nipples hardened under Hunter’s lustful gaze.
“Yeah, I know they’re kinda smalloooohhh!”
He plucked her up off of his lap, and before she could say another word he began licking. She let out a loud and happy cry as a long purple tongue slathered its way around her chest. Each of her nipples in turn got a nice long massage while she hung weightless in his hands and clutched at the scaly fingers locked across her stomach.
Finally Hunter let up on his wonderful assault and smiled down at her, his awkwardness now gone. “[I’m sorry, madame, you were saying?]”
She let out a weak laugh. “You cheeky bastard. Put me down and I’ll give you something to moan about.”
He complied, and Nolwandle proceeded to shuck out of her shorts. She tossed them off in the vague direction of her pack, then followed that with a toss of her panties. She’d kept herself shaved down there, and felt herself moisten as Hunter gazed curiously at the landing strip between her legs.
Hunter reached for her again, only to be stopped by Nolwandle’s upraised finger. “Wait, big guy. Just lie back and let me try something, okay?”
He nodded and leaned back on his elbows. She knelt again and with a reverential air gathered his cocks to her chest. Hunter shuddered as she began to move her torso, her skin sliding against his sensitive flesh, their oily coating adding to the sheen of sweat on her own skin. She could feel them flex in her grasp. “Does this feel good?”
“[Yes,]” he panted, then he let out a louder hiss as she fastened her mouth over one of his pointed tips. Nolwandle moved with deliberation, mashing her tits together as best she could around his ‘bottom’ cock while slathering lots of oral affection over his ‘upper’ one. The oil covering his pricks had a musky, tangy flavor that she found irresistible.
Hunter’s clawed hands pawed at the earth, tearing up bits of purple sod while she pleasured him. After a few glorious minutes of this she released his member with an audible pop. “Let me know if I go too hard. You still feel good?”
The Jornissian responded with a long, drawn-out moan.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She shuffled herself around so that she presented her slender ass to the alien, then gathered him in again. This time she focused her sucking on the bottom cock; she wasn’t about to leave any part of him wanting.
His cries and hisses filled her with delight; it was her making him feel this good, chasing away any moping about his would-be lover. Her pleasure rose as she felt his corded stomach flex, pressing himself more fervently into her embrace and further into the back of her mouth.
That’s right, hunk, she thought as he began to thrust against her chest. You go right ahead and use me as your cock-sleeve. With greater speed she turned herself back around, keeping up her masturbation while doing so. She wanted to see Hunter’s face when he climaxed.
“[I’m…I’m close!]” he hissed. In response she redoubled her stroking and sucking before he gave a final wordless cry. She gagged as a thick rope of his seed painted the back of her throat, but that was soon overwhelmed as both of his tools erupted with more of his essence, covering her chest and arms and then her face with his gooey, off-white cum.
She didn’t care about that in the least; her attention was fixed on her massive lover’s expression. Hunter’s o-face was terrifying but yet as cute as could be; his mouth hinged open far wider than any human could manage, while multiple wicked fangs glinted in the sunshine as his long tubular tongue lolled out of his mouth. She smiled at the notion that she’d brought this mighty being low using only her mouth and body.
Nolwandle leaned forward and kissed reverently at the varicolored scales around his pricks, smearing a bit of his own spunk onto him in the process. “So tell me, do you still feel ugly?” she murmured.
Hunter managed to pull his tongue back into his mouth. “[You…your mouth, your skin, you’re so soft and so warm.]”
She leaned back with a grin. “An unorthodox counseling session, but I think successful!” Nolwandle stood and daintily stepped down from the center of Hunter’s coils. She’d brought some antiseptic wipes and should be able to clean herself off…
A bright-red tail lashed around her, pinning her arms to her sides. As she let out a surprised meep,that tail kept coiling down around her stomach. “Hey!”
He ignored her protest and lifted her into the air, using only his tail. Her breath caught as she thumped back-first against Hunter’s massive chest. His snout nudged at one of her ears. “[Where do you think you’re going, my little [human]?]”
Now it was her turn to stutter. “W..was g…gonna clean up…”
“[No. I want you messy. I want you now.]” The raw need in that deep alien voice made her melt within his coils. Nolwandle moaned as his hands grasped her shoulders, then slid around to cup her breasts. He methodically began to massage them.
“[And what’s this about your mammaries being too small? I think they’re perfect.]” His hands were ever-so-slightly cooler than her own body temperature. That, plus the scaled texture of his palms, felt wonderful on her nipples as he gently squeezed, smearing his own spunk into her dark skin. She saw his tongue blep out next to her ear, and knew that he must be able to scent her excitement. By now she was utterly drenched down there. “[Your turn,]” he whispered into her ear.
He let go of her chest while his tail slithered around her more to encase her entire torso. She felt her heart pace ever-faster as he maneuvered her in the air to line up her junction with his face. With extreme gentleness he gripped her ankles, spreading her legs wide before his piercing silver gaze. And then his mouth lunged forward and he was upon her.
Her breath seized as he invaded her. And invasion was the only word to describe it as his long tongue shoved its way past her sensitive outer folds and into her core; Nolwandle’s long, slender thighs trembled in his iron grasp while Hunter ate her out. A secondary fold of that amazing tongue slathered itself along her rear crack, making her rosebud twitch in anticipation while its textured surface dragged across its sensitive skin. His thick saliva bathed her entire cleft in moisture, adding to the mess of her spunk-drenched upper body.
Nolwandle couldn’t hold out for long under such an assault. With unerring instinct Hunter found her g-spot and, encouraged by her cries, made sure to massage that area along with her clit. By the time her first climax hit she was beyond using words, babbling nonsense as her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm.
A wet schlorpresounded throughout the clearing as Hunter pulled his tongue out of her. He stroked her hair and smiled down into her dazed, drooling face while she twitched in his coils in the aftershocks of her ecstasy. “[I’d ask if you liked that, but that would qualify as a stupid question.]”
Nolwandle blinked as she recovered. “I think I just had an out-of-body experience….fuck, nobody’s ever eaten me out like that.”
“<So your dry spell is over? Or would madame prefer going back to silicone?>”
“You’re lucky you’re cute, smart-ass. And no, my dry spell isn’t over until you’ve properly fucked me. Now let me go.”
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[Nolwandle’s] imperious tone made Huunthsn’nra’nthnan automatically slacken his hold on her. She wriggled herself out of his encasing tail and strode along his long body towards his groin, much like a foreign general entering a conquered city. He felt the need to, one last time, try to dissuade the warmcuddle from her chosen course of action.
“<It’s okay, you already made me feel really good…>”
“[Buuuut you’re still hard.]” She reached his still-erect pair of members and gave them a gentle stroke, one in each hand. Huunthsn’nra’nthnan’s eyes all but crossed at the feeling of those warm, soft hands on him. “[I think you’re still up for another round or two.]”
“<More like five or six,>” he said on automatic pilot.
Her eyes widened. “[Oh really? Damn, I should have jumped a Jornissian a long time ago.]”
“<Still, I couldn’t forgive myself if I hurt you.>”
She knelt and kissed each of his cock-heads. “[I love that you’re concerned, but…just lie back and let me do the work, okay?]”
He knewthis was a bad idea, that it might end in soft-tissue damage or worse. But her mouth felt so good…what would her other hole feel like? In the end Huunthsn’nra’nthnan gave in to his lust and nodded.
“[Goood boy.]” Her voice made him melt, and he sprawled his long body back against the ‘grass’.
He expected her to only take one of his cocks, but then he let out a hiss of surprise as he felt warmth begin to envelop both of his tips. Huunthsn’nra’nthnan looked down in surprise and saw [Nolwandle] squatting over his pricks as she lined them up with both of her bottom holes. It had been quite a few years since his general anatomy class, but he was pretty sure that a warmcuddle’s rear hole was not used for reproduction.
“<You don’t have to do both…>” he protested.
“[I don’t have to but I am. Not normally into [ass-play] but you got me really horny.]” She looked up from her aiming and rewarded him with a sweaty smile. “[It’s okay, you lubed me up plenty. I just need to go…slow…oooohhh…]”
He matched her moan as she carefully sank onto him with maddening slowness. His instinct told him to grab her, thrust into her with all his might, but instead he gripped again at the turf. Her front hole was wetter and a bit looser than her rear, but both channels still gripped him like twin velvet vises as she worked herself onto him.
“<Just…be…careful…>” he gasped.
She didn’t respond verbally, instead she gave his stomach a reassuring pat as she inched herself down. Huunthsn’nra’nthnan stared into the sky as that blissful tight warmth continued to envelop him. Then, to his shock, he felt her lower patch of hair rub against his scales. He looked down again at his little lover. [Nolwandle] straddled him, her entire body coated in a mixture of his spunk and saliva, her face lit up in a triumphant grin.
“<You…you’re…>”
“[You are all the way in me, big boy. Now lie back and let me put a smile on that cute face.]” With that she began to ride him, slowly at first then faster as she got used to his dual girths. That amazing warmth from her nethers seeped into Huunthsn’nra’nthnan’s brain, making him fizz in pleasure. He obeyed her, ignoring any urge to thrust, as he felt his pleasure rise. As he approached his limit she gave one final thrust down on him and let out a howl far too loud to come from such a small being; the combination of her cry plus her inner flesh clamping down on him made him erupt again. After a moment his sperm began to ooze out around the twin shafts still impaling her holes.
The pair panted and blissfully at each other for a long moment. Then [Nolwandle] smiled. “[Damn, you’re still hard. Ready to go again?]”
“<Oh yes. Can I…can I take hold of you this time?>”
“[Yeah, I’m a lot more loosened up now. Just be gentle.]”
With that he grabbed her hips and bucked, driving himself deeper into her. The firm motion drove the excess sperm from his last orgasm out of her. It spattered onto his stomach and chest while she shouted.
“[I said gentle!]”
The sounds of wet and sloppy lovemaking filled the clearing as Huunthsn’nra’nthnan continued to thrust, some primitive part of himself wanting to claim this little alien, to make her his. He remembered that particular pleasure-spot he’d found inside her front passage, and flexed his upper prick to make sure he rubbed continually against it. It nicely altered the friction on him, and had the bonus of turning [Nolwandle] into a babbling mess.
“[FuuuuuuckfuckfuckfuckIforgotthey’reprehensileohshiiiiit…]”
More lewd wet noises and warmcuddle cries resulted as he made her cum again. He didn’t falter during her climax, didn’t let up in his methodical pistoning up into her. She managed to gasp out some actual words.
“[Stop…fucking…me…through…my…orgasm…!]”
He flexed his lower prick as well, churning its textured surface gently against the walls of her tight lower hole.
“[….fuuuuuuckItakethatbackkeepgoingdon’teverstoooop….]” Her lustful wail trailed off into panting as he lifted his upper body off of the ground. He took a firmer grip of her hips and followed her last instruction. He wasn’t going to stop fucking her until they were both done.
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“[So nowwould you say you’ve broken your dry spell?]” Hunter’s huge hand stroked ever so gently across Nolwandle’s scalp.
She giggled. “After getting about six or seven of your loads inside me? Oh yeah. Hell, I lost track of how many times I came.” She lay sprawled against her huge lover’s chest, kissing whatever random scales she could reach while his other arm cuddled her against him. They were both now absolutely covered with the liquid byproducts of their fucking. Nolwandle knew she should get up and attempt to clean herself off, but quite frankly she’d rather lay here snug against Hunter’s wonderful chest for all eternity.
“[So how long are you down here?]” His tone was unexpectedly shy after the lustful ramming he’d just given her.
“Six more days. But…I don’t work all the time. I can always come down the tether for a day or so every week. Um, if you’d like that.”
In response he hugged her tighter against him. “[I would.]” His loving gesture also caused a rude squelching noise thanks to the semen covering them, giving them both the giggles.
Nolwandle raised her head and surveyed the mutual mess. “I did bring some antiseptic wipes, but I for sure didn’t bring enough.”
“[My dwelling isn’t that far away. If you’re willing to stay dirty until we get there, I do have a nice big bath.]”
She smiled. “Mmm, we should do it in the water.”
Hunter now sounded a little panicked. “[Yes, eventually! It’ll take me a while to, er, recharge.[”
Nolwandle leaned down and kissed again at his chest. She was honestly a bit relieved to hear that; she was already going to be walking funny for a long while. “That’s fine. I insist on lots of cuddling in the meantime, though.”
He kissed her forehead and smiled. “[I think I can arrange that.]”
“One other thing…” She reached down with her foot and smeared away their combined fluids, exposing his iridescent belly-scales to the afternoon sun. “I’d like you to leave these as they are. I really do find them beautiful.”
In response, Hunter clutched her to him with both arms as he let out a happy sniffle.
