Black Velvet

"Talk about untapped natural resources," he mumbled, Zuki giggling as he exhaled warm air into her chest. "Want to do something for me?"

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, watching him curiously as he pulled out from between her breasts. He lay back on the bed, his member still erect and aching, propping his head up on one of the large pillows as she knelt on the mattress beside him.

"I'm assuming that the Araxie don't do this very often, but you can use them to make love."

"H-how?" she stammered, supporting their weight with one arm. He beckoned to her, and she crawled closer to him, still struggling to contain her bosom. It was adorable in a way, reminding him of someone struggling with an armful of grocery bags. She came to a stop, hovering over him, her fluffy ears fixed on him as she awaited further instructions. Sometimes their dynamic made him feel a little odd, like he was ordering her around, but he had to keep in mind that it was what made her the most comfortable.

"Wrap them around me," he said, Zuki's eyes wandering towards his erection.

"Around your...organ?" she asked, her tone of voice betraying her mounting excitement.

"That's right. Press them close together, tight, and then start to stroke."

"I've never...Araxie don't use them like that," she mumbled.

"Well, we're not in Araxie territory, are we?"

Zuki shifted her weight, the mattress sinking beneath her as she knelt over him, doubling over to bring her breasts down close to his member. Their difference in stature would have made the position somewhat awkward, but it was mitigated by the size of her breasts, meaning that she didn't have to contort herself too much to let them spill around his pulsing shaft in a velvety landslide. Simple physics did most of the work for her, Jules feeling their considerable weight come to rest on his hips.

Zuki hesitated, then pressed her hands against them, compressing Jules' erection between their soft confines. The flood of pleasure made him buck, his hips slapping against them and making them ripple, Zuki's expression growing sultry as she felt him push deeper. He could no longer see his shaft, he couldn't even see anything below his navel anymore. Her flesh was spreading across his stomach and thighs, spilling over his hips and down onto the mattress to either side of him. There were so many conflicting sensations, he felt like his entire lower body was melting. Her bosom was so supple and flexible that it almost felt gelatinous, sheathed in her downy coat, the fur wet with a layer of slippery sweat that acted as a kind of impromptu lubricant. She applied more pressure, his sensitive skin sliding between the two walls of shifting fat, the damp strands of her coat caressing him from the base to the tip. Their weight provided a wonderful resistance, encouraging his thrusting.

"Am I doing it right?" Zuki asked, her eyes fixed on the twin mounds of her breasts as they wobbled with his every thrust.

"I don't think you could do it wrong," he sighed.

Encouraged, she squashed the two mounds together more tightly, deforming them. Her large fingers sank deep into their pliable surfaces, her hands vanishing almost up to the wrist as the mountains of flesh shook in time with his rutting. Jules threw his head back, his butt rising off the mattress as a dull throb of pleasure radiated through him. She was applying so much pressure, crushing him between her heavy breasts, the tightness was driving him crazy. She gripped them in her hands and started to rub them against him, alternating from left to right, pushing one forward and then dragging the other back. They were so unwieldy, her flesh slipping through her fingers as if trying to escape her, but she managed to find a slow rhythm. She was more enthusiastic now, enjoying herself, forgetting about her insecurities as she participated in this new game.

Jules could no longer restrain himself, reaching down and delving into her pillowy bosom, clawing at her tender flesh and guiding her movements. He encouraged her to increase the tempo, Zuki shivering as his clawless fingers kneaded and massaged her in ways that no Araxie could have managed without shredding her. Now their pleasure was shared, her movements becoming erratic as he dug deep in search of the firmer breast tissue that lay beneath the voluminous mounds of fat.

There was a sudden flash of pleasure, his orgasm sneaking up on him so quietly and gradually that he didn't even have time to warn Zuki, his member jumping as it pumped a thick wad of his ejaculate into her furry breasts. As far as his bestial urges were concerned, it was no different from a welcoming womb, his muscles contracting to force him harder and deeper as if he might stand some remote chance of passing on his genes in this unconventional manner. His body contorted over and over, every wracking wave of ecstasy making him slam his hips against her mammoth bosom, causing it to bounce violently.

As Zuki felt the warmth of his seed spreading through her cleavage, rather than pull away in disgust, she threw her arms around her breasts and crossed them tightly. Yet again, the pressure and tightness increased, their immense weight contributing to the irresistible sensation as he matted her fur with viscous ropes of his emission. Every time that he thought it was over, another pulse rocked him, his body straining to give her more. It was like climbing a ladder upon which every rung was a new dimension of pleasure, raw and unfiltered, as though she was reaching past the boundary of his flesh and teasing his nerves directly.

As his daze subsided and Zuki came back into focus, he propped himself up on his elbows, glancing down at her. He had expected her to be annoyed by his unannounced climax. After all, getting that mess in her fur just meant yet another trip to the shower. But that wasn't the case. She was peering up at him, a decidedly carnal smirk curling her black lips. Between her fat breasts, there welled a blob of his pearly come. He had actually managed to shoot it deep enough that it was now visible.

Zuki waited until she had his full attention, and then she released the tight hold that she had on her bosom, letting gravity part the two hefty globes. Their inner surfaces were drenched in his essence, blobs of it sticking to her fur, her cleavage bridged by thick ropes that sagged towards his belly as they stretched apart.

There was not a hint of insecurity in her now that she had seen the effect that she could have on him, it had been supplanted by a hunger, a fire that smoldered behind her eyes. She didn't need to ask him if it had felt good, his answer was painted all over her chest.

"Did I catch you off-guard?" she asked with a sly grin. Oh, of course. The Araxie seemed to find stealth attractive, perhaps the idea of finishing off their partner by surprise was doubly arousing to them.

"Yeah, sorry about that," he groaned through the fog of his afterglow. "You want me to go get you a towel or something?"

"Hmm, no," she replied as she reached down and ran a finger through the mess. "I can take care of it..."

He was about to ask what she meant, but then he got his answer as her long, winding tongue slid past her lips. She was so incredibly flexible, bending so that she could easily reach her own chest, and probably the rest of her body too if she had wanted to. It was like watching a gymnast stretching before a routine, her muscles flexing beneath her shining fur as she used the barbs on the upper side of her tongue to clean away the clinging semen, combing through her silky coat with a diligence that bordered on indulgence.

Jules couldn't look away. His heart began to throb, his loins stiffening again as she raked her tongue through the still warm ropes, its rough surface laden with clumps of his ejaculate. She brought his fluids to her mouth, where they promptly vanished down her throat, Jules watching her swallow. She didn't leave a drop, and when her organ slid back into her mouth, no evidence remained. It was shocking, prurient, but the Araxie did like salty flavors...

"Is something wrong?" she asked, cocking her head at him.

"N-no," he stammered, "I just...could have gotten you a towel."

Zuki pounced on him suddenly, as fast as the wind, and Jules found himself lying on his back as the weight of her breasts spilled over his chest and pinned him to the bed. She reached down and pressed her lips against his neck, kissing him softly and chuckling to herself.

"I was so worried about what you'd think of me," she said, her relief evident in her voice. "I suppose I was wrong to expect humans to like the same things as Araxie."

She rolled onto her side, the mattress sagging beside him and pulling him towards her, pressing him up against her bust again. Now that the bandages were off, they couldn't lie side by side in the same way that they had before without him being in constant contact with her breasts, her flesh spilling over and around him as she wrapped her arms about him and pulled him closer. He had joked about fitting a small child in her cleavage earlier, but it was very nearly true. When she hugged him like this, he was almost completely engulfed. There were no remnants of the mess that he had made between them, her fur was once again clean and fragrant, Jules taking in a deep breath of her now familiar scent and letting his body sink into her wonderful pillows.

They lay in each other's arms and relaxed for a while, Zuki giving Jules time to enjoy what remained of his afterglow, stroking his head with her padded fingers. He couldn't remember the last time that he had felt so good, it had been like being struck by lightning. As he reached up and began to casually run his fingers through the fur of her overflowing bosom, he felt her twitch, her breathing growing faster.

"You really are sensitive, huh?" he asked, glancing up at her from within the chasm of her cleavage.

"My chest is always bound," she replied breathlessly, once again seeming a little self-conscious about the subject. Jules peered at her, resting his head against one of the breasts like it was a cushion, sinking deep into her flesh. "When I came of age, my...chest began to grow. By the time I was old enough to join a pack, they were already big enough to be bothersome. That was when I began to wrap them, to hide them from the prying eyes of the villagers, and in an attempt to improve my balance. I applied clean bandages every day since, and the only time the bandages ever come off is when I bathe, or if I'm sleeping alone."

"So, pretty much your whole adult life, they've been hidden away? And you never...the Araxie aren't interested in them?"

"Why would an Araxie male want a clumsy mate who would produce clumsy offspring?" she grumbled, averting her eyes from his. "Poise and skill, those are what an Araxie seeks in their mate. Someone who is stealthy, quiet, a lithe and flexible body that can leap between trees and hide in shadow." She stared off into the distance as if imagining herself as this perfect, gymnastic Araxie. "I'm none of those things..."

"But you've...I mean, you've had lovers before? That thing you did with your tongue...if you were improvising, then I'm doubly impressed."

"Sex is part of pack life," she explained. "Much like they tried to include me in their work, they tried to involve me in their lovemaking. I was not in very high demand, for the reasons that I stated. The males were gentle with me, and the females went out of their way to instruct me, but it always ended with me being excluded in some way. When things get heated enough, people's true desires are revealed."

No wonder she had such a low opinion of herself, she had been a wallflower at the swinger's party. It wasn't too much of a surprise to Jules, he had known that the Borealans were very sexual creatures, and he had guessed that recreational sex was likely part of their pack life. But still, he couldn't imagine how a virile male could have passed up on sharing a bed with Zuki. How could their standards of beauty be so narrow that someone being a little...alright, very maladroit would disqualify them from being a romantic partner?

"I'm curious," he continued, "what do you find attractive about me?"

"Oh gosh," she laughed nervously, the motion making her breasts shake around him. "You want me to explain it?"

"Indulge me."

"I thought I already did," she said with a sly smile. "Very well. I like your figure, it's not so different from our own. You're not heavily muscled like the Elysians, you're not fat like the Polars, you're familiar enough that it's pleasing to me. You were the highest-ranking member of your pack when you arrived, the Marines and the Elysian looked to you for advice, and you are the most skilled diplomat. Your people chose you to represent them, that says a lot about your status."

"Those things are sexy to you?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," she replied with a nod of her head as she shifted her weight in the bed beside him. "But those things are all superficial. I like you because...you're kind." That wasn't an answer that he had been expecting, and he felt his face beginning to warm again. "When you arrived in the village, you treated me the same as everybody else. You didn't single me out. At first, it was because you didn't know that I was different from the others, but even after learning more about me, you still wanted to be my friend. You wanted to involve me, teach me, give me responsibilities. Nobody else in the village does that. They see me fail at something, and then they assume that I can never succeed at anything."

"You were just suited to a job that didn't exist yet," he said.

She laughed, hugging him tightly, her bust devouring him like a giant amoeba as she pushed her nose into his hair and snickered.

"I don't think humans see a job in the same way that the Araxie do," she continued. "It's a purpose, a reason to exist, a way to contribute to the pack and the village. Without it, I felt so useless, like I didn't even deserve to exist. Now I have a pack, I have a job, I'm of use to my territory, and it's all thanks to you."

"I might have pushed you in the right direction," Jules said as he struggled out from between her boobs, "but you had the makings of a diplomat long before I arrived. It's not your fault that the position didn't exist yet."

"Do yourself a favor and don't argue," she said as she leaned in to whisper to him, her tone growing sultry. He shivered as he felt her full, black lips brush his ear. "I want to show my gratitude, and trust me when I say that you want me to show you my gratitude too..."

She nibbled his earlobe for a moment, then crawled her lips down towards his neck, planting sucking kisses and gently biting his shoulder with her sharp teeth. Jules reached up to cradle her silky cheek in his hand, relaxing into her arms and enjoying her affections. He liked this new assertiveness, she was really starting to come out of her shell now.

"Can we go again?" she whispered, a little more urgently now. "I want to go again..."

"I think I have something in mind," he replied, and now it was his turn to give her a sly smile. "Lie down on your front."

Her ears pricked up at that, her glittering eyes widening in the gloom. She had already figured out what was coming. In a flash, she was lying on her chest, her breasts spreading across the sheets as she put her weight on them. Jules knelt beside her, cracking his knuckles dramatically as he played his eyes over her glistening figure, marveling once again at the way that the reflective sheen of her sweat picked out the subtle details of her body.

He planted his hands on her lower back, feeling her shudder with anticipation, Zuki cooing happily as she felt his dull fingers begin to sink into her muscles.

"Bow of the Patriarch, I love this," she crooned as she sank into the mattress. It was an odd expression, referring to the creation myth that she had told him about, perhaps. He dug his digits deep into the muscles just above her ample haunches, massaging her, her hips twisting and her spine arching as he worked the stress out of her. His hands glided on her damp fur, making his touch slippery, and he proceeded to work out the knots in the usual problem areas until she almost seemed to be in a trance.

Jules didn't have to hide his arousal this time, he didn't have to pretend that having his paws all over her toned body was something purely platonic. He slid a hand down over the mound of her rump, taking a generous handful of her plentiful cheek, Zuki yelping in surprise.

"What are you doing back there?" she muttered, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"You said you wanted to go again, right?" he replied. He gave her ass a light tap, watching the ripple spread through her supple flesh as her tail waved back and forth. She didn't reply, merely settling back into her prone position, letting him continue.

Jules began to knead her rump, taking full advantage, his erection growing again until it was brushing against the fur of her hip. There was a wonderful weight to her cheeks that was usually supported by her leather shorts, her body depositing its fat in all of the right places. Zuki's muscles tensed as he cupped her rear and weighed its meat in his hand, watching his fingers sink up to the first joint. Springy, rubbery muscle lurked beneath, so delightfully firm. Despite her insistence that she wasn't as athletic as her sisters, he still felt like he could have bounced a paperweight off her ass without any difficulty. There was such a perfect ratio between softness and firmness, he couldn't keep his hands off her.

"Don't tell me that the males back in your village don't appreciate this either," he mumbled as he pressed his hand down into her butt, letting the resistance push it back up again.

"I told you that my clumsiness puts them off," she replied, Jules shaking his head in disbelief.

"As a diplomat, I'm not supposed to insult alien cultures, but..."

She gave him a playful whip with her tail, and he retaliated by giving her rump a more aggressive slap, his hand clapping against her cheek and making it quiver. She was a goddamned work of art, and nobody had ever valued her until now. It was inconceivable.

He moved down to her thigh, running his hands across her velvety fur. Much like her rear, it was packed with hard muscle, wrapped in a thick covering of fat like the layers of a chocolate bar. He roamed towards her inner thigh, where he knew her to be sensitive, feeling her flinch as he dug his fingers into the squishy tissue. They brushed a dampness that went beyond sweat, she was already soaking her fur, and he wondered if she had been this wet during their first massage. He could feel the heat that radiated from her puffy lips, and before he knew it, he was running his finger between them. Her satin vulva was dripping, and she moaned as he stimulated her, arching her spine beautifully.

God, how he wanted to just bury his face between those thighs and taste her, Jules snorting like a bull as he watched her squirm. But he had something else in mind, Zuki freezing as still as a statue as he planted his other hand at the base of her tail.

"W-what are you-"

Her query was drowned out by a sultry whine as he began to scratch, massaging the area where her spine tapered into her tail as he teased her loins with his fingers. They were slick with her juices in no time, the velvety fur that surrounded her lips and covered her thighs matted with it. Seeing how she had reacted the first time that he had touched this area of her anatomy, he wasn't about to leave it alone, and her response was more than encouraging. Zuki writhed on the bed, the springs in the mattress creaking, kneading the sheets with her fingers like a contented cat. Her toes curled, as did her tail, wrapping itself in a kind of spiral as he dug his digits into her back.