Black Velvet

Now, Yuta was able to remove her shorts. There didn't seem to be a fly of any kind, and so she stood, hooking her thumbs around the waistband and dancing on the spot as she fought to drag them down. They were so impossibly tight that it was a real struggle, and Jules wondered how she had even gotten into them in the first place, the leather creaking audibly as she moved. The motion had the perhaps unintended side effect of making her breasts bounce up and down, knocking together with a clap that he could hear through the microphone. Every impact sent a ripple through her flesh like the surface of a lake being disturbed by a pebble.

She dragged her shorts down over her round thighs, putting more of her pale skin on display, revealing a pair of simple undergarments that resembled a smaller pair of shorts. Once they were over her muscular thighs, she pulled off her leather shorts and cast them aside, turning her attention to her underwear. They were made from something akin to cotton, and unlike with the shorts, she took her time. Yuta's yellow eyes met Velez's as she teased him, slowly sliding down her panties, revealing a tuft of silky fur that must be the alien equivalent of pubic hair. It looked velvety and soft, nothing like the coarse, curly hairs that you might find on a human.

Jules watched, transfixed as she exposed herself to the Marine, standing over him and ensuring that he had a good view. As the cotton-like material pulled away, a clear strand formed, linking the crotch to her loins. She was practically dripping, and as the garment fell away, Jules' eyes were inexorably drawn to the enticing gap between her muscled thighs.

Her womanhood was rosy and flushed, swollen with desire, a sliver of glistening pink visible between her puffy lips. Jules didn't know what he had been expecting, maybe some kind of unrecognizable alien organ that more resembled the gaping maw of a horror movie monster than a pussy, but her loins were wonderfully familiar. He suddenly became painfully aware of the way that his erection was tenting his pants, straining against the fabric as though it was trying to escape in an effort to seek out Yuta of its own volition.

Jules flipped up his visor for a moment, looking over to check that the other two Marines were still dozing. He wanted desperately to slip a hand beneath his waistband, but he wasn't about to do that in the company of two other people, even if they were sound asleep. When he returned the visor to its down position, Yuta had taken a step forward, crouching over the camera as she used her furry fingers to part her labia. The flesh within was rosy and wet, her opening twitching with anticipation as it leaked droplets of her excitement.

"Let's see if that mouth of yours is good for anything besides talking," she said with a rumbling chuckle, baring her sharp teeth in a grin. She lowered herself down, practically sitting on the Marine's face, jostling the helmet. The view was now pointing upwards, Jules could see the hourglass curve of her hips tapering into her toned stomach, and above it was the undersides of her hanging breasts. She looked down over the mounds of her boobs, smirking, her feline eyes flashing with lust as she began to grind. Velez's lips must be pressed up against hers, but it was below the camera. All that Jules could see was her chiseled body moving atop him. He could hear it, however, a lurid smacking that could only be the Marine doing his best to please her.

His tattooed forearms appeared from below the frame, gripping her thighs, as thick around as tree trunks. Despite the muscle that bulged from beneath her smooth skin, his fingers delved deep into her fat, as supple as melting butter. She reached down above the camera, seeming to press Velez deeper, and then there was a sound like nails on a chalkboard.

"Hey, watch it," Velez sputtered. "Those things ain't cheap."

Jules heard her drum her claws on his helmet, the alien grinning at him mischievously as she pressed her boobs together with her impressive biceps.

"I can grip your helmet or your hair, your choice..."

"Alright then, helmet it is," he muttered. She laughed, and then appeared to force him back between her legs, biting her lip lasciviously and rolling her head back as she resumed her grinding motion. Jules was enraptured by the way that she moved, her body writhing as though she was dancing, her abdominal muscles tensing in a hypnotic rhythm as she made a slow figure of eight with her hips. She could probably have crushed the Marine's head between her thighs like a melon, helmet and all, but she had such fine control over herself. The fat that sheathed her thighs and her heavy breasts quivered with ever staccato thrust, how could someone so hard and strong be so soft and feminine at the same time? It seemed like a contradiction, and yet here she was.

They kept it up for a minute or two longer, her movements becoming irregular, her appreciative shivers making her breasts shake as the lurid sounds continued from out of sight. When she pulled back, she was panting heavily. Her cheeks were flushed red, globs of her juices sliding down her inner thighs. It seemed that Velez really did know what he was doing after all.

"Enough foreplay," she grumbled, brushing her damp hair out of her face. She seemed almost annoyed, perhaps she hadn't expected the Marine to be able to back up his bragging, and it had taken her off guard. Velez didn't need to be asked twice, he looked down and began to fumble with his pants, quickly freeing himself. Rather than removing his trousers entirely, he just opened his fly and poked his erection through it, Yuta eyeing it greedily as she stood over him. The encounter really did seem rushed, but there was a kind of clumsy passion to it, an urgency.

She positioned herself over the Marine and crouched, taking his pulsing member in her hand, Velez grunting as it was engulfed in her silky fur. It looked like it probably felt amazing, like getting a handjob from someone wearing a mink glove, his spine arching as she squeezed him in her palm. Wasting no time, she drew closer, pressing his member up against her slippery loins. Jules could see the way that his glans spread her lips apart, exposing the pink flesh within, her lubricating fluids dripping down his shaft with the consistency of syrup. They weren't going to use any kind of protection? Of course, they were different species, pregnancy was impossible.

They shuddered in unison as she leaned more of her weight on him, her lips pulling back to reveal her sharp teeth as he slid inside her after a moment of resistance. She took him to the hilt in one smooth motion, her fluffy mound pressing against his belly, her claws sinking deep into the roots to either side of her as she took hold of them for support. She must be incredibly heavy, but she was careful not to put too much weight on Velez, perhaps just enough that he could really appreciate it.

Wouldn't a human penis be very small compared to that of the eight-foot-tall Borealan males? Perhaps not, judging by the expression on her face, or maybe her musculature just made her tight enough that the difference in stature was mitigated. Either way, her eyes were tightly closed, and she seemed almost wary of moving. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath as she grew accustomed to the feeling of having the human inside of her.

She rose slowly on his shaft, more its length gradually becoming visible. It was soaked with her juices, the creamy fluid clinging to it in globs, and she paused with only the tip still lodged inside her. Jules tried to imagine what that must be like, how having those walls of velvety, slimy muscle massaging him would feel. How long had it been since he had broken up with his last girlfriend? Four years, five? He couldn't even remember what it felt like anymore, the memory was vague and distorted.

Yuta fell down on Velez again, letting her immense weight carry her, their hips slamming together with an audible clap. She found a slow, punishing pace that looked hard enough to bruise, the wood splintering where she gripped it with her claws as her tempo gradually increased. She was fucking the life out of Velez, but he didn't make a peep to express his discomfort, the only sounds that escaped his lips were distinctly carnal. As Jules watched, he began to push into her, his hips rising from the leaf-strewn ground to meet her downward thrusts. How could he want it to be harder than it already was? She was going to fracture his pelvis at this rate.

Velez reached up and took hold of her thighs again for leverage, his fingers sinking into her doughy flesh, the Marine grabbing at his feline partner as best he could manage in their unconventional position. The humidity had already been unbearable when they had been sitting idle, and now sweat was pouring from Yuta's glistening, muscular body. Every bead of moisture sparkled in the light, like a field of grass coated in morning dew, every impact making it rain down onto Velez. He must be overheating too, but Yuta was doing the lion's share of the work, taking the lead as the pace of their impromptu lovemaking became frantic.

She twisted and writhed, Jules' eyes drawn to her abdominal muscles as they tensed and shifted beneath her shining skin, moisture dripping from her sumptuous breasts as they bounced and wobbled. Surely neither of them could take much more of this? Their sex was so athletic, harsh and raw, like two wild animals rutting in the throes of their heat.

Jules couldn't help but feel a little inadequate. He had never experienced that before, he had never made love with such intense passion and urgency, such primal need. It was a whole different universe to what he was used to. Dispassionate romps with ex-girlfriends flashed in his mind, one night stands, and online dates that had no chemistry and went nowhere. The chemistry here was not in question, it could only be described as a violent chemical reaction akin to an explosion.

Yuta brought her hips down on her partner like a sledgehammer, driving him into the ground beneath her with ruthless vigor, the camera shaking along with the helmet. She released her hold on the splintered roots, her biceps bulging as she tore her claws from the wood, the alien so strong that Jules half expected to see her rip them out of the ground. She doubled over, letting her wet hair fall over her red face, and planting her hands into the dirt to either side of the Marine's head with an alarming thud. Her breasts hung in front of the camera as gravity tried to wrest control of them, swaying as she rocked back and forth, sweat dripping from her pale skin as she drove his erection against her insides like she was trying to scratch an itch.

"I'm nearly there," she snarled, "don't you dare stop..."

It should have been a comely plea, but it came off more as a threat. The rumbling sound coming from deep in her throat that followed might have been purring or growling, Jules couldn't tell. Velez reached up a hand and plunged it into one of her breasts, mauling her damp flesh like he was trying to mold wet clay. She shivered and rumbled again, lowering herself to give him easier access to her pendulant bosom, practically waving them in front of the helmet cam. They looked so impossibly soft, deforming in the Marine's grasp, and then returning to their original shape when released. He pinched her firm, pink nipples as she rode him, her breathing growing heavier and less regular as their encounter dragged on.

The sordid sounds of their coupling were audible even to the microphones. They boosted the low end and dulled the high end, intended to let the user hear quiet footsteps and shuffling leaves while also drowning out the deafening sounds of gunfire and combat. Jules could hear Yuta's soft moans and resonating growls, the wet sounds of her loins sucking on the Marine's shaft like a greedy mouth, even the thunderous beating of her massive heart as her excitement mounted. He had never been so aware of sound before in the context of sex or pornography, it pierced him to the core, his member throbbing in his pants as he watched and listened intently.

Yuta leaned ever closer, keeping the pace as her long, dexterous tongue slid from her mouth like the tentacle of some sea creature. It was wet with her saliva, as reflective as her sweat-soaked skin, a strand of her drool dangling from the tapered end as it wound its way beneath the camera.

There was a sound like choking as their lips met, Jules unable to accept that her entire organ was currently coiling around inside the Marine's mouth. It must have been a foot long, was she pushing it down his throat? Talk about a deep kiss...

Velez jerked and bucked, but he didn't try to fight her off, the pair relaxing into a slow and almost loving embrace. Jules couldn't see anything, Yuta's hair was blocking the camera, but he could hear the unmistakable sounds of smacking and kissing. Could it be possible that Velez was used to this treatment by now? Could one become accustomed to having a clear foot of writhing Borealan flesh fill their cheeks?

They remained locked together for a minute or two, their making out punctuated by the sounds of Velez taking a gasping breath of air whenever Yuta deigned to allow it. When she pulled away, their lips were linked by a sagging rope of drool that broke and fell to his chest plate, Yuta licking her lips with a sordid expression on her face. Velez's hands were all over her, squeezing her breasts and taking handfuls of her thighs, roaming behind her to test the firmness of her round ass. Jules was disappointed that he couldn't see it from his vantage point, it had looked incredible through the tight fabric of her shorts.

"Is that all you've got?" Velez chuckled, Yuta cocking her head at him like a curious dog. "I thought the Rangers were tougher than the Elysian city folk?"

She slowed her merciless thrusting, sitting atop him and letting more of her weight press him down, the Marine grunting as she grinned at him. Even though they weren't moving, Jules could still see the way that Velez was twitching and flexing inside of her. Yuta's juices leaked forth to join the sweat and humidity, seeping around his shaft, the sordid concoction soaking into the Marine's clothes. There was such lust in those amber eyes, hunger, greed. Nobody had ever looked at Jules like that before, he had never seen that expression on anyone. It was like a blend of a predator lording over its captured prey, and the wantonness of a lover who has abandoned all pretense of modesty.

"I might hurt you," she whispered, her voice low and breathy.

"If I'm not limping tomorrow, then I'd consider it a bad lay," Velez replied.

Her lips curled into a wry smile at that, her furry hand reaching down towards his throat. She gripped his neck as she began to move again, harder and faster. Jules still got the sense that she was holding back, how could she not? An unrestrained Borealan would probably turn a human to pulp, and he imagined that two of the aliens going at it would be enough to destroy most buildings.

"That's...more like it," Velez grunted, Yuta watching him intently with a confident smirk as she rose and fell on his shaft. Neither of them could hold out for much longer, Jules could see the way that Yuta's lashes fluttered with every thrust, the way that her eyes lost focus. He could only assume that Velez was similarly overcome.

With a look of determination on her face, Yuta switched up the pace, going faster and faster as her human partner began to writhe beneath her. She held him by the throat, keeping him still so that he couldn't wriggle free, licking her lips with anticipation. The Marine wasn't trying to escape, not really. Much like his earlier insults and goading, it was likely an act designed to push her buttons. He knew what Borealans liked, how to play them, how to appeal to their predatory and dominant nature.

Yuta faltered suddenly, her abs tensing as she doubled over, a sound like an angry tiger interrupting the muted moans and gasps. She stopped moving, twitching and shivering, Velez grunting like someone had just punched him in the stomach. The alien went as still as a statue, her eyes tightly shut, a series of tremors making her shining body shake. Jules could see her muscles tensing rhythmically, he could only imagine how her insides must be clenching around Velez's member as her climax tore through her. The Marine held onto her thighs for dear life, groaning as he reflexively pushed up into her, his own orgasm following not far behind.

They stayed locked together, lost in the throes of their pleasure, Yuta's ample bosom heaving as she panted and shivered. When she finally started to come down from her high, she opened her eyes and blinking groggily, as if waking from a dream. A warm smile brightened her face, and she began to chuckle giddily. She leaned down and kissed the Marine again, this one shorter and less invasive, appreciative rather than sordid.

"I needed that," she laughed, rolling her head back and loosing a satisfied sigh.

"Let me know if you need anything else," Velez said, "I'm always happy to help."

"I'm sure you are," she replied, glancing down at him with a sly grin. Velez winced as she slowly rose from her crouched position, his still erect member sliding out of her, followed by a lurid blend of their sexual fluids. A blend of thick, cloudy semen and her clear juices drooled from her puffy lips in a sagging web, clinging to her inner thighs. She stooped to retrieve a canteen from one of her discarded belts, upending it and washing away most of the gunk, then she began to slip her underwear back on.

"It's a good job that these Araxie don't know the scent of a human male yet," she muttered, "I'm going to stink of your seed for days."

Velez laughed at her observation, then began to move too, the helmet jostling. Jules decided that it was time to shut off the feed before he pushed his luck too far.

The view went dark, and he stared up at the gloomy ceiling of the Araxie dwelling through the visor, the HUD displaying useless information in shades of glowing green. The pulsing of his heart in his ears slowly subsided, and soon, all that he could think about was the uncomfortable bulge in his pants. Why had he watched that? It had just left him frustrated, a little jealous maybe...

He took off his helmet and returned it to its place on the floor beside the hammock, closing his eyes and trying to get some sleep. He was now too distracted to pay any attention to the snoring. When he closed his eyes, all that he could see was Yuta's gyrating body, her massive breasts and her chiseled muscles glistening with sweat. If he managed to get any sleep at all tonight, then it would certainly be troubled...

CHAPTER 7: GRAND TOUR

"You look tired," Zuki said as she walked beside Jules, "did you not sleep well?"

"I guess not," he replied, rubbing his red eyes and yawning widely.

"What are we doing today?" she asked eagerly, her round ears twitching as she waited for his reply.

"I think I got all of the statements that I needed yesterday," he said as he brought up his tablet computer and scrolled through his notes. "Today, I need to review the economic status of the territory. I need to get a good gauge of your economic output, figure out what kind of products you can export, and what we should prioritize for import. You'll probably qualify for a development grant or some kind of economic assistance too, I'll need to put in an appropriate request."

"Can I see that?" Zuki asked, pointing to his tablet.

"My tablet? Sure," he replied as he passed the oblong device to her. She was surprisingly gentle with it, holding it with the fleshy pads that protruded from her dark fur and avoiding scratching it with her sharp claws.