Black Velvet

Encouraged, she began to slowly close her hand around it, glancing up at his face to gauge his reaction as she buried his member in her black coat. Jules leaned back, supporting himself with his hands, loosing a sigh as her velvety fingers encompassed him. He had thought that her fur had been soft before, but now that it was wrapped around the most sensitive part of his body, it could only be described as sublime. It was like pushing his member into a fur coat that cost as much as his car, but more than that, her sweat made it damp and slippery. He could feel every wet strand as it stroked him, Zuki starting to squeeze rhythmically, only the pink tip of his glans visible.

"Like this?" she asked, feeling him jump and throb in her palm.

"Yeah...yeah, that's good," he mumbled. He was overcome by a sudden affection for her. She was being so gentle, so careful. He reached down to plunge his fingers into her hair, rubbing her round ears, Zuki closing her eyes and smiling contentedly.

"You can go a little faster," he added, "you won't hurt me."

"How's this?" she asked, tightening her grip a little and beginning to pump her hand up and down. Her pace was still sluggish, but it was more than enough to send bursts of tingling pleasure crawling their way up his spine. The dampness of her fur made her hand glide against his skin, the velvet hairs stimulating him in odd and unexpected ways.

"That's...great," he replied, his eyes losing their focus. "God, your hands are so soft..."

She gripped his hip, holding him steady as he struggled to keep from swaying. If she kept this up for too long, he wouldn't last. She didn't even know what she was doing, and yet she already had him on the ropes.

He pulled his hand away from her hair, digging his fingers into the sheets as he felt her fur brush his glans, Zuki noting that he was most sensitive there. She used the fleshy pad on her thumb to stroke it, making slow circles, careful to keep her claw clear. Jules shivered as a jolt of pleasure wracked him.

"Relax," she whispered, placing a hand on his chest and easing him back down onto the bed. "Let me take care of you, like you did for me." She nuzzled his hand, encouraging him to rub her cheek, and he wasn't sure whether it was a display of affection or if she was scenting him like a cat.

"Oh," she moaned, momentarily overcome by her desire for him. "I've waited so long for this, I wanted to please you so badly. Every time we bathed together, your massages, I just wanted to...present myself to you. I didn't know how humans courted, I was so unsure, afraid of making a mistake and offending you. But now I get to have you..."

Jules lay down, staring at the ceiling, the dim lamp leaving afterimages in his eyes. He felt Zuki begin to tug his pants down further, and then he arched his spine as her hand slid beneath his dress shirt. She was examining him, stroking his stomach, her claws tickling him as they lightly brushed his skin.

"You're so smooth," she mused, keeping up her stroking all the while. She planted a lingering kiss on his belly with her oversized lips, tantalizingly close to the base of his shaft, Jules reaching down to pet her again. He found her head hovering over his navel, Zuki mouthing affectionately as she purred softly, her rough tongue flicking out to sample him. "I want to taste you..."

Her words jolted him out of his euphoria, and for a moment, he considered protesting. But Zuki had been so incredibly gentle with him thus far, he trusted her not to hurt him.

He felt those thick, warm lips press against the tip of his member, and she moved her hand to the base of his shaft to give herself access to more of his length. She slid his glans into her mouth, its heat and wetness engulfing him, her lips crawling down his shaft as he took him deeper. He had been apprehensive about her barbed tongue, but instead of her feline barbs, he felt smooth muscle coiling around him like a slippery snake. She must be using the underside. It was so damned long and flexible, Zuki coating every inch of his skin in slimy flesh as she licked and stroked. She applied more pressure, the inner lining of her cheeks cocooning him, his toes curling as he emitting a sharp gasp.

She mumbled something with his erection still buried in her mouth, probably asking if it felt good or if she was hurting him, the vibrations of her voice stimulating him even more. After a moment, she pulled back, her slippery muscle uncoiling to leave him dripping with her bubbling saliva. Jules propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her as he tried to collect himself.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, a surge of arousal washing through Jules as he saw that her black lips were connected to his member with a glistening string of her drool.

He nodded, struggling to find the words to express exactly how good it felt, and she smiled as she returned to his cock. This time, he watched as her pink, sinuous tongue slid out of her like a tentacle. It curled around his shaft, guiding it towards her mouth. Her black, shiny lips pursed around the head, the silken underside of her organ grazing his tender anatomy. She swirled it around, sneaking it beneath his foreskin, exploring him as much as she was pleasuring him. He gritted his teeth, the electrical bursts of pleasure searing his nerves, his heart thudding in his chest as she glanced up at him with her reflective eyes. He lurched as she cupped his balls in her furry palm, cradling them as she sucked and licked.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, pausing for a moment.

"No, no. Don't stop," he grumbled. "Stroke me, yeah like that...that feels amazing..."

He tried to communicate as best he could, encouraging her, instructing her. But it was hard to focus on anything besides the stark sensations of her adoring attentions. Globs of her viscous saliva were dribbling down his shaft as she painted him with her slick organ, beginning to bob her head slowly in his lap. She was so focused on making him happy that she had forgotten her prior shyness, slurping and smacking wantonly, the lurid sounds making his face burn.

He sought out her furry ears again, massaging them between his thumb and forefinger, his alien partner cooing happily as he pet her. She wrapped a long arm around his lower body, hugging him against her as he sat upright, her head pressing against his torso as she plunged her face between his legs. He combed her hair with his fingers, doting on her as she continued her maddening blowjob, trying to show his appreciation in any way that he could.

"I love it when you rub my ears," she mumbled into his crotch, pausing for a moment to catch her breath. She shivered and moaned as he scratched behind one of them, her tail thumping against the floor as it twitched and waved erratically. Zuki took him deep into her mouth again as this new pleasure invigorated her, kissing the base of his shaft.

She sped up, intent on finishing him off, but Jules slowed her with a hand on her head. She was a model lover from the perspective of a commanding Alpha, so eager to please. It was a glimpse into how the Araxie packs behaved when it came to making love. Perhaps that was how they did things back in her territory, but he wanted to take his time, he wanted them to enjoy one another.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked, peering up at him.

"Let's take things a little slower," he said, "it's not a race to the finish line."

She didn't seem to understand what he meant, cocking her head at him.

"But...don't you want to finish?"

"There's no hurry," he replied, scratching her ear again and watching her shiver contentedly. "We've waited so long, so let's enjoy this." He lifted her chin, guiding her up towards him and kissing her again, Zuki leaning into him as his embrace melted away her earlier impatience. They tasted of one another, but they were long past the point of caring about such things. When she pulled back, she seemed convinced, pressing her furry forehead against his and gazing into his eyes.

"Then...what do we do?"

He took her by the hand, shuffling back on the mattress and guiding her onto the bed, Zuki kneeling beside him as he stripped off his clothing. She did the same, pulling off her sweater and discarding it, lying down beside Jules as he dragged the heavy blanket over them. Now that they were both nude save for Zuki's bandages, they pressed together, their hands roaming across unfamiliar flesh as they caressed one another beneath the sheets.

Zuki seemed to like the texture of his skin, stroking it with her padded fingers, her digits tracing the musculature of his chest and belly. The life of a bureaucrat wasn't very physically demanding, but he kept himself in reasonably good shape, and she seemed to appreciate it. Jules ran his fingers through her fur, kissing her whenever the urge arose, their tongues intertwining.

He buried his face in the nape of her neck, her velvet fur brushing against his cheeks as she slipped a hand between his legs, beginning to stroke his erection again. She was taking her time now, letting him savor every squeeze, playing her fingers up and down his shaft as she toyed with him. This was what he had wanted, this closeness, this intimacy. His nude body was pressed up against hers, her wet coat gliding against his skin, the sounds of her low moans enticing him as he breathed in her scent.

As he slid his hand up her toned abdomen, he reached the bandages, and she seemed to notice the way that he hesitated as his fingers brushed the fabric.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she pushed her nose into his hair and nuzzled.

"Can I ask you what's underneath these?" he said hesitantly. "Is it an injury, or something else? The last time we talked about it, you changed the subject."

"You won't like it," she whispered into his hair, her breath blowing the strands.

"You can tell me. Are you going to keep hiding it forever?" She seemed reluctant, but surely he must have earned enough of her trust by this point for her to reveal her secret to him? They were friends, packmates, even lovers now. "I won't keep pushing you if you really don't want to talk about it, but maybe I can do something to help?"

"I have...a disfigurement," she admitted, "I don't think you can help."

"You're an alien to me," he replied, reaching up to stroke her cheek with his hand. "I don't have that great an idea of what Araxie are supposed to look like, you know. I'm not going to be put off just because you have some scars or burns or anything like that. Here, look at this," he added as he pointed to his scalp. "See that? My hair is thinning, but you never even noticed, because nobody has ever told you that humans aren't supposed to have a bald spot."

She considered for a few moments, averting her eyes, and then she came to a decision.

"I suppose you will have to see it eventually..."

She sat up, kneeling beside him as the sheets slid off her, Jules watching with bated breath as she began to slowly unravel her bandages. They were so tight that he wondered how she could even breathe in them. She removed layer upon layer in a spiral pattern, the flattened mounds of her breasts expanding as some of the pressure was taken off them. Round and round the length of fabric went, and Jules could see no signs of blood, no stains on the material that might indicate a chronic wound or an infection. As the pile of bandages grew on the bed beside her, he noticed that something was amiss. Her breasts were larger than he had expected, their weight straining against the bandages more and more as their support was slowly removed.

Yuta's breasts had been at least as large as a human head, and the ones on that Polar in the sandwich store had been even more impressive The other female Araxie that Jules had encountered had been more modestly endowed, however. Their figures were slim and lithe, their breasts still large by human standards, but proportionally fairly small. As Zuki's chest strained against its bonds, he could see that the same was not true for her.

As more of the bandages were removed, Jules began to see black fur poking between them, her flesh spilling out of the gaps. Zuki removed the last few rolls of bandage, her unsupported boobs wobbling with her movements. They were larger than Yuta's had been, and they might even rival the sandwich vendor's, closer in size to the rucksacks that the Marines had been lugging around on Borealis than anything sported by human women. Each one was large enough to fill the bucket seat of an average car, their heft making them sag attractively, their coating of velvety fur catching the light. They somehow kept that luscious teardrop shape despite their sheer size, perhaps adapted for higher gravity, making them look firmer and fuller than something of that size and consistency should have. They were heavy enough that Zuki was noticeably weighed down by them, slouching to compensate.

There were no disfigurements that he could see, beneath the bandages was the same silky, black fur that covered the rest of her body. Unless the breasts were her disfigurement? Could this be what she had been hiding all of this time, what she had been so ashamed of?

Zuki bundled up her breasts in her arms as best she could manage, the mountains of soft fat spilling over them and escaping her grasp, doing a poor job of hiding them from view. If anything, it just made them even more appealing. Her forearms sank deep into the malleable meat of her bosom like a rolling pin into dough, pressing them together to create enough cleavage to hide a sizable child.

"I told you," she mumbled, averting her eyes as if he should be seeing something shameful.

"This...these are what you've been hiding?" Jules asked in amazement.

"O-of course," she stammered, her brow furrowing. "Look at them! They're huge, misshapen, they're the reason that I can't do anything right! They're so heavy and unwieldy that it makes balancing on a branch or moving silently in the jungle impossible! Araxie should have svelte, lean figures, we should be precise and acrobatic. We should be able to leap from tree to tree, as silent as a ghost, but I can't even walk ten feet without stumbling. I'm always off-balance, I'm always bumping into things, and this is why. What kind of Araxie would want to mate with someone who looks like this?"

"But what about the scar that I saw running down your back?"

"Oh, that?" she asked, turning so that he could see it. There was a pink indent running down one side of her ribs near her spine. It was a large injury, but it looked to have healed some time ago. "I fell out of a tree when I was younger, the bandages weren't for that. Why are you being so...don't you care?"

"I thought that you'd be covered in burns or scars, maybe you had some kind of disease, but all this time you've been hiding the fact that you have large breasts? Now I understand why your back was so messed up, you've had to carry these things around your whole life."

"Don't make l-light of it!" she complained with a frown, adjusting her breasts as she tried to prevent them from slipping out of her crossed arms. "Don't you care that I look this way?"

"The Araxie must have a pretty messed up standard of beauty if they aren't throwing themselves at you," he replied, her eyes widening. She blinked at him in disbelief, starting to speak, then halting again as if her brain couldn't process what she was hearing.

"But...how can you say that? I've seen human women on the station, they aren't anything like me, they're so small and slight. Why would you be attracted to this?"

"They also don't have fur or tails," he replied with a shrug, "does that also disqualify me from liking you?" She almost seemed disappointed that he wasn't recoiling in horror, he had really subverted her expectations. Had she been told that she was unattractive her entire life? Had the males in her village rejected her because of her assets? Disgusting, disfiguring...those were not words that Jules would have used to describe her. He would have chosen words like ample, sumptuous, bountiful...

Zuki noticed the way that his eyes were lingering on her chest, her expression changing as she realized that he was serious. She tentatively released her bosom from her grasp, her flesh cascading downwards as she removed its support, bouncing alluringly. They swayed and jiggled with her every motion, his eyes tracking them voraciously. They might as well have been the pendants of a hypnotist, such was the power that they held over him.

"You're not lying to spare my feelings?" she asked, "you really...like them?"

Jules ran his fingers through his hair, sighing in exasperation, unable to tear his eyes away from her boundless cleavage.

"Where do I even begin?"

That was a rhetorical question, Jules knew exactly where he wanted to begin, reaching out a hand and plunging it into one of her breasts. It was like pushing his fingers into wet clay, her flesh molding around his digits as they sank up to the knuckle, providing almost no resistance. It filled his palm, softer than soft, quivering like a plate of jello as she sucked in a sharp breath. He cupped it as best he could and lifted it, weighing her opulent bust, watching her fat sag around his hand like melting plastic. It was so hefty that he had some difficulty lifting it with one arm, no wonder her posture was so bad...

"Ah!" Zuki gasped, arching her spine towards him as he clawed at her boob. "B-be gentle, they're sensitive..."

If what she had said about Araxie standards of beauty and her people generally having abysmal taste in women was true, then she might be practically untouched here. She spent all of her time hiding them, protecting them beneath the bandages, and she might have been doing that since her adolescence. If she was half as insecure about them as she seemed, then she might not even like to handle them herself.

What she needed was a boost to her confidence, proof that he meant what he said. He couldn't undo a lifetime of social conditioning, but he could at least make her feel as attractive as she was to him, he could make her feel wanted.

He supported her overflowing bosom in his arms as best as he could manage, kneading her supple flesh with his fingers as he pushed his face into her cleavage. It was like being pressed between two soft pillows, her fur slick with her sweat, Jules surrounded on all sides by her silky hair and the scent of her body.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked, raising her hands in surprise as she watched his head vanish between her breasts. Her voice was muffled, almost inaudible to him as her flesh molded around him like memory foam. He rubbed his cheeks against her delicate fur, her boobs delightfully yielding, basking in their warmth as Zuki sat there like she didn't know how to react. Had nobody ever shown such interest in her assets before? It was hard for Jules to believe. The saying pearls before swine came to mind.

After a few more moments of confusion, he felt her relax, Zuki realizing that it was simply a display of affection. Now she seemed to find it amusing more than alarming, and her breasts wobbled around his head as she chuckled to herself, knocking against him like a pair of pendulums.

"You really do like them?"

"Close your arms around them," he insisted. She did as he asked, compressing her bust around his buried head and hugging him against her chest. Without the bandages, there was now no barrier between them, Jules reveling in the warmth and softness of her body. The mass of her heavy bosom spilled across his shoulders, weighing him down. He was almost completely buried in Zuki, and it was glorious.

"Humans are strange," she laughed, and he emerged from her cleavage like a surfacing dolphin to peer up at her from its confines. Amusement was better than embarrassment, he was making progress. "Those are for feeding our young, not for...whatever it is that you're doing with them."