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Cultural Exchange, Pt. 3
🕑 Added 2019-10-23 02:15:36 +0000 UTC
USER <MalteseShrike> CONNECTED AT [XX:XX:XX]
<MalteseShrike>[21:55:12]: @GezzkarTek221
<MalteseShrike>[21:55:18]: help
<MalteseShrike>[21:57:01]: I’m serious @GezzkarTek221
<MalteseShrike>[21:58:53]: @GezzkarTek221 answer you furbag
{GezzkarTek221}[21:59:15]: Hey, Malty, what’s up? I was in a ranked match, you need something?
<MalteseShrike>[22:00:29]: I have made a grave mistake
{GezzkarTek221}[22:00:45]: Please continue being cryptic, I love it when you spam me and then dance around the issue.
<MalteseShrike>[22:01:03]: So I went to the human expo
<MalteseShrike>[22:01:09]: And it was amazing, first of all
<MalteseShrike>[22:01:21]: There was all kinds of art, and music, and I found a little homestyle food stand there
{GezzkarTek221}[22:01:47]: Literally all of this is a good thing and not a mistake.
<MalteseShrike>[22:01:58]: Yeah and I met a human there. Like, “met” kind of met a human there.
{GezzkarTek221}[22:02:11]: …so like, you have a human chat-pal?
{GezzkarTek221}[22:02:19]: That seems like a good thing, not a grave mistake.
<MalteseShrike>[22:02:32]: I may or may not have then slept with him.
{GezzkarTek221}[22:02:36]: ………
{GezzkarTek221}[22:02:40]: Malty please don’t
{GezzkarTek221}[22:02:49]: Don’t joke about this
<MalteseShrike>[22:02:56]: I’m not. We’re on our third date.
{GezzkarTek221}[22:03:09]: WELL
{GezzkarTek221}[22:03:14]: OKAY THEN
{GezzkarTek221}[22:03:33]: Looks like you’re a lot more charming in person then…
<MalteseShrike>[22:04:07]: OOF, but jokes aside, here’s the problem. So you know how humans are like, usually pretty ready to go? In the fiction and stuff. This one I’ve been seeing, is umm . . . he’s definitely more eager than in the fiction.
{GezzkarTek221}[22:04:36]: Why are you telling me this? This is the least subtle humble bragging I’ve ever seen. What do you want me to say? “Oh, so sorry you’re having tons of sex?”
<MalteseShrike>[22:05:13]: Gez, we “did it” twice tonight *before dinner.* He’s waiting in my bedroom for me to get out of the shower so we can go for round three. I mean, he’s fantastic, he’s everything I want, but I either need a way to slow him down a little or find a way to bounce back faster.
<MalteseShrike>[22:05:41]: Is it possible to feel like a slut in a monogamous relationship? I think that’s what is happening right now.
{GezzkarTek221}[22:06:00]: You’re literally messaging me while you cower in the bathroom for your sexually insatiable boy-toy. This is the weirdest way you’ve ever tried to rope me into an RP, but whatever. Umm, I pound on the door demanding you envelope me in your scaly coils? (You’re not giving me much to go on here.)
USER [KaptainKirk99] CONNECTED AT [XX:06:22]
[KaptainKirk99][22:06:27]: Found you, hon.
{GezzkarTek221}[22:06:41]: Tonight has taken an interesting twist…
<MalteseShrike>[22:07:13]: HOW ARE YOU EVEN IN THIS CHAT
[KaptainKirk99][22:07:31]: You have a note on your desk with your personal net-chat server ID and admin password on it
[KaptainKirk99][22:07:49]: So I take it you’re done in the shower? Or do you need an extra set of hands to help?
<MalteseShrike>[22:07:57]: @GezzkarTek221 SEE WHAT I AM DEALING WITH
[KaptainKirk99][22:08:27]: Don’t lie, you love it. I can tell by the way your thermal pits constrict and you arch your back between your L32 and ML45 vertebrae.
{GezzkarTek221}[22:08:45]: While this definitely seems like a you problem, and not a me problem, spray him with cold water from the shower when he batters down the door using nothing but his libido and a floor lamp. I think cold slows them down or something.
{GezzkarTek221}[22:11:22]: Malty?
{GezzkarTek221}[22:13:42]: Uhh, Kap?
{GezzkarTek221}[22:15:18]: @MalteseShrike @KaptainKirk99
<MalteseShrike>[22:15:25]: We came to an agreement, and lk.;jumhh,jkta6u7tjk
{GezzkarTek221}[22:15:32]: ???
[KaptainKirk99][22:15:41]: She’s busy right now.
[KaptainKirk99][22:15:48]: We’ll get back to you.
[KaptainKirk99][22:15:53]: <3
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“Eeeeliassss!” Sishra'simarsas moaned with an odd mixture of pleasure and annoyance. Her fingers ran through his wet hair as they wrestled about in the shower. The steamy air obscured her vision slightly, but she could feel exactly where Elias was. “Elias!” She said again, a bit more forcefully, her tail quivering as his hands probed, prodded, and caressed all of the right spots on her body to turn her into a panting, quivering, lust addled mess.
“Yes dear?” He pulled away from her, giving her a brief respite from what had been a 10 minute assault on her most sensitive parts. His smug expression flashed at her through the steam, and he leaned in for a kiss which she reluctantly reciprocated.
A quiet huff escaped her, barely audible over the sound of the shower. “C-can we slow down just a little? Maybe take the rest of the night to just watch old human cinema or something?” Her hands rested on his hips, and she resisted the urge to lightly caress his toned backside. It would just encourage him.
As warm as the shower was, the space between them was even warmer, and she could feel both blush and desire rising in her as the impish human Elias looked up at her. His expression softened, and his wandering hands made their way to her forearms to gently hold onto her for stability. “If that’s really what you want dear, I’ll slow down.” He gave her an earnest smile, one of those adorable, innocent human smiles that only they can do.
“It’s not so much that I don’t enjoy it, because I do, it’s just . . . I mean, most Jornissian relationships, even pretty active ones usually only involve intimacy once a week or so . . .” She had, of course, had idle fantasies of a ‘three times a week’ boyfriend that was madly in love with her and obsessed with her body. But she was barely out of her twenties at the time, and he was also a ship captain fighting self-replicating war-bots, with her as the best fighter pilot on the carrier. It was a fairly involved fantasy.
But that was just a frustrated young Jornissian’s fantasy, and Elias didn’t seem to be content with three times a week. Frankly it seemed he was striving for three times a day, at minimum.
Elias looked up at her with his indescribably cute eyes, and seemingly picking up on her sense of being entirely overwhelmed, wrapped her in a hug. “I don’t mean to be too much. We’ll just put on a movie, and you can curl up around me, and I’ll feed you little bits of popcorn and it’ll be a cozy night in . . . alright?”
Sishra'simarsas relaxed slightly, and although she was acutely aware of what Elias was pressing into her lower abdomen, his words put her at ease.
“T-thanks.” She stammered, flicking her tongue out to tickle his nose.
“I’m going . . .” His fingers trailed down her body, making her shiver. “ . . . to make us some popcorn. Go pick out a movie, and I’ll meet you in bed. For some wholesome, decidedly non-sexual movies.” He released his hold on her, and slipped quietly out of the shower, leaving Sishra'simarsas to exhale slowly, and turn the water off by herself.
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Sishra'simarsas crunched quietly on the tiny kernels of “popped corn” that Elias had prepared while she had dried off. He had returned from the kitchen wearing one of her hoodies, which was so oversized on him that it looked more like a robe.
It still sent a bolt of yearning through her body, and as he settled in against her side in the baggy outfit that left all of his still damp, glistening chest visible, her tail began to twitch subtly. The movie was a human classic, and she’d taken her screen name from the film. That wasn’t what was occupying most of her attention though, as Elias was trying to underhand pitch little kernels of food up to her from her bed.
“Elias!” She couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re making an absolute mess whenever you miss my mouth!”
He waggled his eyebrows at her, a strange motion that she couldn’t quite replicate. “Say that slightly slower, and in a huskier tone . . .” He stuck his tongue out, and she blushed green as she realized the double entendre she’d accidentally made.
Frankly, neither of them was paying attention to the movie, but he was at least looking at the screen. She could feel the sexual tension still there, she just didn’t quite want to jump back into things just yet. It seemed wrong, to go again so soon. They’d already been for a “roll in the hay,” as Elias put it, twice tonight. Once before they went out for dinner, and again while they were out to dinner.
Just thinking about it made her face grow a deeper shade of emerald, and she glanced down at Elias, who was fortunately distracted by the movie. He was just insatiable! It had been her idea to have a bit of naughty fun while they were out, not his, but he was still the one driving it along.
He shifted against her, crunching popcorn loudly. His hair was a damp mess, and she could feel the rise and fall of his breathing against her side. Lazily she caressed his back, enjoying the way he shivered slightly and pressed into the little gesture of affection.
“You’re thinking about having sex again, aren’t you?” Elias said, not taking his eyes off the movie, and crunching a mouthful of popcorn as he said it.
“W-what? N-no. That’s the opposite of what I’m thinking about!” Sishra'simarsas was indignant, her hood flared and tail twitching rapidly.
Elias just shook his head slowly. “Liar.” The tone was light, playful, but it cut her, and she couldn’t understand why.
“You’re ashamed. In your mind, it’s not proper. You’re afraid it makes you sleazy, wanting to go again this soon.”
Sishra'simarsas didn’t say anything, but her tail stopped twitching, and she began very intently examining the clock on her bedside table. “It’s . . . well it’s definitely not normal.” She finally admitted, quietly.
She twitched as his hand landed on the sensitive crease between her torso and lengthy tail. “And you somehow have convinced yourself that’s a bad thing?” He’d stopped watching the movie, and was looking up at her with a mixture of amusement and adoration. “I’m a human. You’re a Jornissian. It started out definitely not normal.” He chuffed quietly, shaking his head. “You’re adorable.”
Her tongue flicked out in faint annoyance. “I’m three times your age. At least.”
He just shrugged, and set the bowl of popcorn aside, crawling across her coils to straddle her midsection. “Three times my age, far hornier than any of your peers, and currently in bed with someone that desperately, desperately wants you.” He clambered up her body to gently plant a kiss on the tip of her snout. “And adorable. So forget why it’s wrong, and just go for it, alright?”
Elias had, of course expected her to “go for it.” He just hadn’t expected how forcefully she was planning on “going for it.” He spent a few moments airborne, not quite realizing what was happening as popcorn went everywhere in slow motion. With a dull thump he landed on his back, and before he was entirely aware, there was at least 6 inches of tongue fighting to get down his throat, and a scaled, clawed hand around his member stroking furiously. He could barely make out a breathy groan of pleasure and surprise as her heavy coils began to snake around him, caressing, pulling, and squeezing him every which way she could.
He had a moment to breathe, almost as if coming up for air in a sea of writhing, squirming flesh that was desperately trying to grind against every inch of him. The moment passed quickly, and he quickly found himself drawn beneath Sishra'simarsas undulating waves. It was a raw, animalistic passion. What before had been dainty and delicate, was now far more forceful, far more needy. She didn’t just want him in this moment, she needed him. The hoodie was torn away, perhaps literally, Elias couldn’t tell. He was far too busy groping, caressing, kissing, and grinding against the beast he had accidentally unleashed with his encouragement.
His body was like a puppet to hers, with strong arms and powerful coils controlling his limbs, and as she drew him into her folds they both let out twin groans of sensual pleasure. The air was soon full of such carnal moans and the sounds of sex, with both of them devoting their entire focus to wringing every last drop of pleasure out of the activity. As focused, intent, and energetic as he was, he soon found himself on the verge of climax. “Sishra'simarsas . . . c-can we slow down? I-I’m about to-” A tongue forced its way down his throat, silencing him with what was clearly a “No” as her pace doubled. Pinning his wrists above his head, she held him down, carefully supporting her weight while vigorously plowing him into the mattress beneath her.
She doubled her pace, filling the air with a wet slapping as Elias was driven to his peak. With a low, blissful moan he erupted deep inside her, and she pushed him to the hilt as he did so. Sweat slick, and entirely surprised by the vigor of a session that couldn’t have lasted more than 15 minutes, he looked up at her with dual love and awe. Looking down at him, with an expression that Elias could only recognize as smug superiority, she whispered softly into his ear. “You’ve got 20 minutes to shower, have a snack, and get some fluids in you. We’re not stopping until I’m tired of feeling you cum inside me.”
Her tongue flicked out again, caressing his neck, and circling gently around his ear. He could only beam, ear to ear, an exhausted, dopey grin. It was going to be a long night, and he was looking forward to almost every minute of it.
