Black Velvet

"I wondered if aliens could even...if humans and Araxie could love one another," she added. This time she turned her emerald eyes away from him, her lashes fluttering with embarrassment. "But the Elysian that you brought with you, her scent was all over that other human. I could smell her sweat on him."

Jules' mind flashed back to the view from the helmet cam, Yuta's exposed body glistening with her sudor, writhing atop her human partner. Zuki had come so far, she had gained enough confidence to confront him about this, how could he shoot her down now? How could he break her heart, how could he lie to her face?

"Even your confessions are clumsy," he chuckled. He reached out towards her silken cheek, delving his fingers into her moist, velvety coat and leaning forwards to join his lips to hers. Did Araxie kiss? It didn't matter, he wanted so badly to kiss her, so that was what he was going to do. Etiquette and consequences no longer factored into it.

Her green eyes widened as her dark lips pressed against his, slowly closing as he embraced her. She opened her lips in invitation to him, and there was a spark of flavor and sensation as the tip of her tapered tongue brushed against his. Their initially gentle pace suddenly became more hungry, desperate. Jules felt Zuki's fuzzy palm cup his cheek in turn as she leaned into him, her winding tongue beginning to probe his mouth. Her metallic, sweet taste filled his head as her flexible organ brushed his inner cheeks, tickling his palate as she explored him clumsily. The upper side of her tongue was covered in the little barbs that she used to clean her fur, but the underside was as soft and as slippery as his own. It was wet with her saliva, almost frictionless, Zuki murmuring wantonly as she locked him in a slow and sensual dance. He tried to meet her embrace, but his tongue paled in comparison to hers, he could do little more than bat at it as its thick coils piled into his mouth.

It was so long, it just kept coming, wonderful shivers crawling down his spine with her every gentle stroke and glance. He felt as though he was melting into her, the heat that she radiated drawing him in like a moth to a flame. His thoughts had turned to meaningless static, all that he could do was feel, the sensation of her naked flesh gliding against his own sending pulses of white light flashing through his brain like a strobe.

Zuki pressed him into the backrest, the couch emitting a worrying creak as she slid a knee up onto the cushions, and then a second. She knelt over him, Jules having to turn his head up to maintain their deep, passionate kiss. Something about that made him weak at the knees, having to look up at her in the way that he did, his spine arching as she closed a second hand around his face and buried him in her fragrant fur.

It felt like she was drawing shapes inside his mouth, caressing him from the inside with all the finesse and care of a painter's brush on a canvass, his nerves sparking as her roving tongue bulged his cheeks. It seemed to have a life of its own, squirming and sinuous, the flexible muscle glancing the back of his throat. Her embrace was so much more intimate than anything that he was used to, needy, as if she wanted to make every second count. He could feel her hunger, the desires that she must have repressed for such a long time bubbling to the surface all at once, manifested the way that she moaned and purred softly as their tongues entwined.

She released him with a wet smack, giving him a chance to breathe, her length of winding muscle sliding past his lips as it returned to her mouth. They were both panting, her warm breath washing over him, his erection pressing into the groin of her sweatpants. He ran his fingers through the fur on her cheek, and she pushed her face into his hand, sighing as he stroked her in the way that he knew she liked.

She moved in to kiss him again, but he stopped her, the Araxie blinking her eyes at him in confusion.

"Wait," he mumbled, summoning what little self-control remained to him. "This feels...I'm supposed to be your teacher, I'm responsible for you. We shouldn't be doing this."

"You're my pack leader," she replied breathlessly, "you're supposed to be responsible for me. You're supposed to instruct me, care for me, love me if it pleases you. Does it please you?"

"I...of course it pleases me," he mumbled, Zuki leaning in to deliver another quick kiss as she cradled his face in her oversized hands. Her fur was warm and fine, as though she was wearing a pair of giant, satin gloves. His eyelids fluttered as her tongue slipped into his mouth once more, teasing him with gentle flurries, her smooth lips so soft and full. She broke off again, gazing down at him, switching her focus between his eyes as she tried to gauge his response.

"I want this," she whispered, practically pleading.

This time, it was Jules who leaned forward to kiss her, delving his fingers into her velvet cheeks again as she loosed a rumbling, contented purr. He abandoned all moderation, taking his fill of her, their embrace growing more sordid as he set the pace. She shivered happily as he slipped a hand beneath the fabric of her sweater, feeling the muscles of her flat belly tense beneath his palm, Zuki twisting her hips and grinding against his erection as he slid down towards her waistband.

"How do...humans...make love?" Zuki asked between their hurried embraces, Jules affording her little chance to get a word out.

"How do the Araxie make love? We've been making it up as we go along, why stop here?"

He guided her onto her side, the two of them harrying one another with kisses as he sat her down on the couch in his place, kneeling between her parted thighs. When he pulled away, she blinked her eyes at him in a daze, wetting her black lips in anticipation as he began to raise the hem of her sweater.

Jules exposed her dark, damp fur, her muscular core flexing at his touch as he slid a hand from her ribs to her belly. She shifted and arched her back, pushing into him, a staggered gasp escaping her throat as he examined her unreservedly for the first time. The twin rows of her abdominal muscles, the indent of her navel, and the subtle contours of her lithe figure were all on display in the dancing firelight. Zuki scarcely looked real, like she had sprung from the imagination of a sculptor or an artist rather than from nature, the harsh environment of her home planet giving her the appearance of an Olympic gymnast or a competitive swimmer.

She was damp with sweat, the gleaming sheen of moisture accentuating her every feature. The delicate covering of velutinous fur was so thin as to be almost imperceptible, yet so silky and soft to the touch that he could scarcely keep his hands off her.

He brought both hands to bear as she squirmed in his grasp, tracing the hourglass curve of her waist, his fingers roaming wherever they pleased across her onyx-black coat. He stroked her ribs, slid a hand behind her back to follow the dimple of her spine with his digits, his lust becoming harder and harder to rein in. As ever, his clawless fingers drove her wild, the pretense of massage now a distant memory as he kneaded her sensitive flesh.

He brought his head down closer to her torso, taking in her familiar scent, and pressed his lips against her sodden coat. Mouthing and peppering her twitching body with lingering kisses, he proceeded lower, admiring her six-pack as he brushed it with his nose. He outlined her muscles with his tongue as he went, tasting the salt of her sweat, and watching them flex as he tickled her. When he slipped it into her navel as he passed it by, she lurched, and he heard her coo appreciatively.

Jules hooked his fingers around the waistband of her camouflaged sweatpants, glancing up at her for a moment, giving her time to ask him to stop. She gazed down at him covetously, her eyes glittering in the firelight, chewing on one of her claws nervously as she waited for him to continue. He began to drag her pants down, taking his time as he pulled them over her muscular thighs. He knelt as they passed her knees, and knowing what he intended, Zuki scooted forwards a little on the cushions to give him easier access.

The sweatpants now discarded, Jules placed his hands on her furry thighs, parting them gently. As her legs opened to expose her womanhood, she slid her head down into the turtleneck of her sweater like the animal that was its namesake, her shyness getting the better of her. She peered at him over the collar, her face obscured up to the nose, her eyelids heavy as Jules admired her.

Between her silky thighs was a sliver of glistening pink, her flushed, exposed flesh dripping strands of clear fluid in anticipation. The delicate fur that encircled it was matted with her excitement, her puffy lips swollen and ready for him. She was not so alien as to be unrecognizable, and immediately, a fresh surge of heat and arousal rose up inside him as the sight of her rosy vulva ignited his most base instincts. It stood out so beautifully against her dark fur, drawing him in. Before he knew it, he felt the fine fur of her inner thighs brushing against his cheeks.

He no longer cared about getting permission, her consent was leaking out of her in fat ropes, sticking to her thighs and wetting the cushions beneath. He kissed her belly, then her hip, teasing her as he moved ever closer to her nethers. He could feel the heat that she radiated on his lips as he poised over her sodden mound, Zuki shivering as she felt his breath on her sensitive anatomy.

Jules reached out and used his fingers to part her lips, Zuki mewling into her turtleneck as he opened her up, his eyes following a droplet of her juices as it escaped to slide down her gleaming coat towards the cushions beneath her. His mouth already beginning to water, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, Zuki's labored gasp reaching his ears as he dragged his tongue between her labia. Her flesh was like damp satin, exquisitely soft, flushed with warm blood. She was so slippery, her feminine musk filling his lungs and her copper flavor pricking his tastebuds.

Zuki arched her back, and then slowly sank into the plush cushions, her thighs trembling around his face as he began to lap and kiss. Her honey dripped down his chin and wet his lips as he painted the delicate folds of her loins, his kissing no less passionate and probing than before, her shivering and her sordid vocalizations driving him on. He drew shapes on her tender vulva with the tip of his tongue, unsure of where she was most receptive, diligently exploring every crease and wrinkle in order to find out.

Perhaps it was the fog of lust that clouded his mind doing the talking, but she was beautiful down here. Her fur reminded him of the most luxuriant fabrics as it pressed against his face and brushed his nose, the sublime smoothness of her burning flesh like damp silk on his tongue.

He glanced up over her mound, seeing that she was still hiding in her sweater, peeking over the turtleneck at him as if she was too embarrassed to show herself. Jules cast aside all of his inhibitions, redoubling his efforts, Zuki slowly rocking her hips as she ground her loins against his tongue. He slipped his hands beneath her thighs as he pressed closer, resting them on his shoulders as if he was hoisting two kegs of beer, too thick for him to get his arms all the way around. He ran his fingers through her inviting fur, pressing them into her yielding flesh, feeling the hard muscle tense beneath it like bunches of steel cables.

Zuki's breath was growing ragged, every exhalation accompanied by a comely sigh or a lustful murmur, her husky voice muffled by the fabric of her sweater. She was moving more and more, her chiseled body shifting and squirming as the pleasure became too much for her to bear, giving Jules a spectacular view of her rolling abs from below as he clung to her thighs for purchase. Just like Yuta, Zuki seemed unusually susceptible to the attentions of his human tongue. Everyone enjoyed their partner going down on them, there were few better ways to express affection, but Zuki was just as enraptured as when he had first given her a massage. Just as his fingers lacked claws, perhaps the absence of barbs on his tongue was the source of her agitation?

He found a twitching opening with the tip of his organ, pushing inside and feeling her muscles clench around him, the rolling waves of her warm innards drawing him deeper as if trying to pluck his tongue from his head. She was alarmingly strong, far tighter than he would have imagined, almost as though a powerful fist was gripping him through her slimy walls and squeezing him in a harsh rhythm. His heart missed a beat, his aching member flexing as he imagined sliding it into her, feeling her undulating passage suck on him like an eager mouth.

Unable to get very deep with the paltry couple of inches that he had at his disposal, he pulled out of her again, moving upwards as her wriggling made the frame of the couch creak.

"A-are you stopping?" she whined, momentarily overcome by the fear that he might not bring her to completion. Her question was quickly answered as he located a nub of firm flesh that was protected by a hood of skin, her words catching in her throat and tapering into a rumbling growl. He felt the weight of her palm come to rest on his head, her fingers delving into his hair, her sharp claws raking his scalp. He pressed his lips around her clitoris and drew on it softly, caressing it with his tongue as carefully as he could manage. He was treating her like she was made of glass, yet still she mewled and trembled.

The fact that she was larger than a human woman also meant that he had more surface area to work with, drawing shapes on her engorged bead as he sucked it out from beneath its hood. Even the tiniest stroke sent a shockwave coursing through her body, her hips swaying in a desperate figure of eight as he circled it with wet muscle. His tongue was beginning to ache, he couldn't remember the last time that he had plunged his face between his partner's thighs with such enthusiasm, with such a burning desire to please. It was strange to feel so in control. Despite the traditionally submissive position that he found himself in, Zuki was clearly on the defensive.

Her thighs pressed around his face, her grip on his hair growing tighter, her tail coiling around his torso like a fuzzy anaconda as he pushed her ever higher. She had him trapped, perhaps subconsciously, burying him in the warmth and wetness of her body. Her meaty thighs blocked out the light, Zuki's syrupy emissions all that he could taste, and her increasingly unrestrained moaning all that he could hear. Zuki was saturating all of his senses, and he would have it no other way.

"D-do that thing again," she begged, stroking his hair with a trembling hand. "That thing with your l-lips..."

He thought he knew what she meant, drawing her clitoris into his mouth and sealing his lips around it, battering it with doting strokes of his tongue. She growled again, the sound shaking his bones, throwing her head back and pushing her dripping sex against his mouth. She was thrusting now, smearing her juices on his face, her sodden fur sticking to his cheeks. He sank his fingers deep into the flesh of her haunches, taking cruel handfuls, the fat that settled there to give her such a curvy figure spilling between his fingers like putty.

"That's it," she whispered, her voice cracking beneath her turtleneck. "Yes...yes...faster...oh please, go faster!"

Jules struggled to keep a hold on her as she began to raise her butt off the cushions, gripping her thighs and her ample rear as best he could. He maintained his licking and sucking as the tensing of her firm muscles increased, fresh sweat rained from her quivering body. She was sliding on the couch now, a result of both her sudor and the little pool of clear fluid that had escaped between her legs to soak into the faux-leather.

Her face finally emerged from the confines of her sweater. Her sharp teeth were bared in a silent wail, her entire body seizing up as her spine curved into a perfect arch, and her paw-like feet dug into the carpet. Jules pulled away, a sagging rope of her juices linking his lips to hers, releasing her as she thrust a furry hand between her thighs and began to rub furiously. She fucked the air as he watched her, wiping her come from his mouth with the back of his hand, in awe of her glistening figure as her flexible body danced in the glow of the fireplace.

Her thrusting gradually slowed along with the frenzied movement of her padded fingers. The tremors that wracked her decreased in their frequency, and she withdrew her hand along with a drooping web of her fluids. She lowered herself back into the cushions, panting as though she had run a marathon, droplets of her exertion sliding down her stomach and thighs as she retreated back to the safety of her sweater. She hid her face again, gazing down at him, dazed and unfocused. Although her expression was hidden, he could see the adoration in her eyes, the unmistakable glint of desire.

She shivered as a rogue aftershock teased her, no doubt drowning in afterglow, closing her legs as if ashamed to be exposed. It was a little late for that. Jules slid a hand up her thigh, delighting in the way that his touch provoked another shiver of pleasure.

He wasn't sure what to say, but the throbbing between his legs was impossible to deny, the flush in his cheeks betraying his arousal to her. Keeping her face concealed beneath her turtleneck, she used her dexterous tail to brush his groin, testing the hardness that was tenting the fabric of his pants. He shivered, feeling her flexible appendage coil around it through the material, a tacit request for their encounter to continue.

"We should...go to bed," he suggested, struggling to get the words out as she caressed him with her tail. Zuki nodded, rising to her feet to follow him and leaving her sweatpants where they lay.

***

Jules hopped up onto the mattress, his member straining against his pants conspicuously, Zuki darkening the doorway behind him. He found it hard to keep his eyes off her lower body, naked as it was, her wide hips swaying as she made her way to the edge of the bed. Her fur was so dark that even without clothes on, it gave her an air of mystery. The remnants of her climax were still matting the silky fur of her inner thighs, but she didn't seem to care.

She finally emerged from the safety of her turtleneck, crouching to put herself level with him, his feet dangling a foot or so off the floor due to the exaggerated scale of the furniture. Now it was her turn to plant a heavy hand on his thigh, her claws scratching against the fabric of his pants as she eyed his erection. Her green eyes shone in the gloom as she glanced up at him, making his heart pound faster, her tail flicking back and forth in anticipation as it lay on the carpet behind her.

"I want to make you feel good," she said, sliding her hand towards his groin. Jules shuddered, feeling the warmth of her palm permeating the material. "Tell me what I can do for you..."

He had no idea what an Araxie penis was like, but if she hadn't looked too different from a human woman, then perhaps their males weren't equipped with anything too alien either. He reached down and fumbled with his zipper, his hands trembling as he opened his fly and released his erection, still concealed beneath the cotton of his shorts. Why was he so nervous? Was it because he had never been with an alien before, or was it simply because it was Zuki?

She hooked her claws around the elastic waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, his member springing up, pulsing gently in time with the rapid beating of his heart. Zuki's eyes widened as she examined it, but she didn't express any surprise or distaste, she must know what it was for. Ever so gently, she brushed his shaft with the back of her fingers, watching him twitch as her delicate coat tickled his skin.