Black Velvet

"Sitting for the UN will be one of the Admirals," Zuki continued, "but we don't know which one."

"That's correct, the Admirals are frequently cycled in and out of the station based on where they're most needed, but there is always at least one present. One of their duties is to serve on the Security Council. We don't know exactly who it will be."

"The Krell representative is named Rasheth, he was chosen by the Krell elders to serve on the council."

"And what do we know about him?" Jules asked.

"Very little. He is a Krell elder himself, he could possibly be hundreds of years old. According to the records, very little of the planet Krell has been mapped, and only one expedition was able to bring back any significant information about their language and culture."

"It's hard to guess how the Krell will vote," Jules mused as he paced up and down the living area. "They're generally sympathetic to the plight of others, but their thought processes are very strange, unpredictable."

"The Broker representative's name is not listed," Zuki said as she looked over her notes, "and there is even less information on them than the Krell. There are no pictures of them, you don't even know the name or the location of their home planet? How can you be allied with a race who will not trust you with even that?"

"Technically speaking, this is their alliance," Jules replied. "They're the ones who invited us to join. The UN is the third member after the Brokers and the Krell. They don't provide troops, and they're very reluctant to share their technology with us, but they provide substantial funding. That seems to be enough to satisfy the Admiralty. Anyway, the Brokers are another unknown, so let's continue."

"Sitting for the Elysians is Torza Elysiedde, nephew of Patriarch Elysiedde."

"Tell me what you think about him after reviewing his records," Jules said as he waited expectantly in front of the holographic fireplace.

"He is an accomplished soldier. The records show that he served first in the Elysian army, and then as a Royal Guard to his uncle. The Patriarch must trust him a great deal to have both entrusted him with his personal safety and to have made him a member of the council. If my understanding of Elysian culture is accurate, he will be intensely proud and assertive."

"It's also likely that he has a very close relationship with his uncle," Jules added, "they're keeping all of the power in the family. Torza probably has very specific instructions from the Patriarch, and we should assume that he will report everything that he hears without failure. Who's next?"

"Next is Rugza Korbaz, representing the Rask. Her rank is Vice Admiral, though I do not know what that means."

"That's some kind of naval rank," Jules explained. "They don't have any spaceships yet, but they're said to sail the dune seas. I'm not sure how you can sail on a desert. I've never dealt with the Rask myself, but the other territories always describe them as pirates and raiders. I suppose that pirates must have some kind of vessel."

"Were they not evaluated in the same way as the Araxie before they were allowed to join?" Zuki asked, cocking her head at him in the way that she always did when she was confused.

"That's a good question," Jules replied. "Like I said, I haven't dealt with the Rask before, and I wasn't the diplomat assigned to handle their case. But if I've learned anything about them in recent weeks, it's that they're potentially very deceptive. They may have concealed their true capabilities during the inspection, I wouldn't put it past them. Then again, maybe it's merely a traditional title, and it doesn't mean anything."

"I know the Rask to be cruel and greedy," Zuki said, her brow furrowing as she remembered the raids that they had conducted against her territory.

"Remember what we talked about," he chided, "you can't paint all of the Rask with the same brush. Especially not in the meeting. They're a proud people," he added, "and we may be able to use that against them. By now, the news that they're going to be under investigation has no doubt reached the Rask Matriarchy, and likely their council member too. Regardless of whether they've actually broken their agreements or not, the mere fact that they've been accused of doing so is going to piss them off royally. We can definitely depend on a no vote from Korbaz. Logically, the Rask are going to try to lock the Araxie out of the Coalition, either as simple retribution or in an attempt to conceal their wrongdoing."

"Why is that to our advantage?" Zuki asked, "don't we need the most votes possible?"

"We're going to lose the Rask vote regardless of what we do, but what if we play the Rask and the Elysians against one another? If we stoke the regional rivalries a little, I bet we can sway Torza to vote in our favor just to spite the Rask."

"How will we do that?"

"You tell me. Think about what we know about both territories, and the people representing them. How would you convince them?"

She considered for a moment, nibbling on the end of one of her curved claws.

"Appeal to the pride of the Elysian council member. I can beg for his protection from the Rask on behalf of my people. As a warrior, it should please him to know that tales of their martial prowess have carried so far, and it should annoy the Rask council member at the same time."

"Now you're thinking like a diplomat," Jules said with a wide grin. "One thing we can certainly count on is a pissed off Rask acting impulsively and making a fool of themselves. If we can get Korbaz to lash out, then the other council members may be more hesitant to side with her."

Zuki's tail began to bat against the backrest of the couch, she was always so happy when he praised her for doing a good job.

"Let's take a break," he said, "that's enough work for the time being."

He took a seat on the edge of the glass coffee table, which was at a fairly convenient height due to it being scaled up for Borealans, taking a moment to admire the combat helmet that was still resting on its transparent surface. It looked so out of place in the apartment, a little fragment of military hardware in a sea of upscale furnishings and tasteful décor.

"You're making a lot of progress, Zuki," he said as he reached over and drummed his fingers on the cold armor plating. "Pretty soon, you're not going to need me to tell you what to do."

"But I like having you tell me what to do," she said, extending her arms to him in invitation. "Come sit with me?"

He hesitated for a moment, still somewhat stuck in the mindset that he should be keeping his distance, as if his brain still hadn't caught up to what his body had been doing the prior night. But they were alone now, it was safe. He made his way over to her, and as soon as he came into range, Zuki lunged at him. As quick as a flash, she wrapped her massive arms around him and swept him off his feet, lifting her sweater with her prehensile tail and giving him just enough time to see her ample breasts fall free of their support before he was plunged between them.

She lowered the turtleneck behind him, trapping him inside her clothing and pressing him up tightly against her body, her mischievous chuckling making her generous bust shake as it cushioned him from either side. Her flesh spilled around him like molten plastic filling a mold, conforming to his shape as it flooded over his shoulders and filled out her sweater, Zuki crossing her arms behind him to bury him even deeper. There was almost no resistance, the tighter she hugged him, the further he sank. His face was pushed into the fragrant fur of her bosom, her sweat making his cheeks slide against her velvety coat, a comfortable pressure surrounding him on all sides. She was so incredibly warm, her enticing scent and the sensation of her slick fur against his skin quickly soothing him after his brief moment of surprise.

"I caught you," she laughed, rolling onto her side on the cushions and bringing him with her.

"Is this how Araxie courtship usually goes?" he asked, his voice barely audible as he mumbled into her quivering bust. The breast below his head was as soft as a waterbed, acting as a kind of pillow as the other sandwiched him from above.

"I can't help it," she giggled, giving him a squeeze. "I know that you're my pack leader, and that humans aren't prey, but something about how small and strange you look just makes me want to pounce on you."

"I thought you said that you didn't make a very good hunter?"

"It seems that I'm good enough to hunt down a human," she replied, her tone sly.

"Oh, I see how it is," Jules replied. He reached around her torso, struggling to lift the weight of her breasts out of his way so that he could access her ribs, running his fingers through her silky fur.

"W-what are you doing?" she laughed, squirming on the couch. "Stop it, t-that tickles!"

"We humans are not so easily defeated," he growled, Zuki's boobs bouncing around his head as she wriggled. Her excited laughter gradually tapered into a low and sultry chuckle as the movements of his fingers become slower and more sensual, tracing the curves of her figure as he played his hands down the dimple of her spine and the contours of her abs.

She rolled onto her back, Jules sliding down her body and kneeling between her legs as she parted them, her sweater still keeping him pressed tight against her furry torso. His growing erection brushed against the thin fabric of her sweatpants, and he already knew that she wasn't wearing anything beneath them. He could feel the plushness of her thighs as they closed like the jaws of a trap to keep him close.

From Zuki's perspective, she wouldn't have been able to see much more than a human-shaped lump moving beneath her turtleneck, but she could certainly feel him. The Araxie gasped in a blend of surprise and delight as he sank both of his hands into her boobs. It felt like he was pushing his fingers into wet cement, they were so doughy, yet so heavy as they filled his palms. Her breasts should have been spilling over the sides of her chest, but the sweater was just tight enough and provided just enough support to contain them, the globes of flesh moving with the fabric as he stretched it upwards and mashed them together.

He could just about make them out beneath her tented sweater, the light from the dim lamp in the ceiling spilling through the fabric just enough that it made them glisten, in a state of perpetual motion as every subtle movement made them wobble. Jules held nothing back, kneading and clawing, taking handfuls of her tender flesh and shaping it like clay.

Zuki squirmed in his grasp, he couldn't see the expression on her face, but he could feel the way that her body was moving beneath him. Her thighs flexed around his waist, her abdominal muscles tensing as she arched her spine, digging her heels into the cushions. It was like she was being electrocuted in slow motion, her gasps and sighs goading him on. He had to dig so deep to find the sensitive tissue that lay beneath her copious fat, feeling its firmness resist the tips of his fingers, Zuki growling like a tiger as he massaged her.

She lurched as he located one of her puffy nipples, a swollen, pink protrusion about the size and shape of his pinky finger from the joint down. They were firm and erect, poking up from her satin fur as if begging for his attention. He trapped one between his fingers, her areola nearly the size of his palm. As he gently squeezed it, she shuddered almost violently enough to throw him off her.

"B-be gentle," she stammered. It sounded as much like a plea for him to continue as a warning for him to take care. He couldn't believe how delicate she was. From his perspective, she was a giant alien killing machine, all claw and muscle. She was a product of an environment where just walking around was the equivalent of a strenuous workout. Yet his merest touch set her off, like handling a bomb that was wired to explode. She had kept these bombshells wrapped and hidden for long enough that they might as well have never been touched, and it showed with her every moan and tremor.

He brought one of her nipples towards his mouth, sealing his lips around it and pinching it gently, feeling her thighs grip him with an almost uncomfortable strength as a tremor rocked her body. He drew on the nub of flesh, circling it with his tongue, Zuki shivering in the same way that she had when he had first relieved her sore shoulder muscles.

"S-so smooth," she mumbled, her clawed fingers ripping the couch cover as she sank them into the material. Jules really needed to have a talk with her about not destroying everything in the immediate vicinity whenever they made love...

She pushed out her chest and arched her back as he trapped her nipple between his lower lip and his teeth, chewing on it softly, his face sinking deeper into the yielding globe as he held it in his mouth. He mauled at her breasts all the while, deforming them in his hands and feeling her flesh spill through his grasp, only to spring back to its original shape the moment that he relinquished his hold. They were like a pair of giant marshmallows, inhumanly soft and pliant, consuming his entire world beneath the confines of her sweater. He could have used them as makeshift king-sized pillows if he had wanted to, and perhaps he would do just that the next time they slept together.

All the while, his erection was rubbing against Zuki's smooth mound through the fabric of her sweatpants, nothing but that thin barrier of insubstantial material separating him from her. She had passed out before they could take things any further the night before, but now they were both alert and awake, his lust for her becoming irresistible as her toned body squirmed beneath him.

He slid a hand down her flat stomach, feeling her chiseled muscles bulging from beneath her skin as she danced, a fresh coat of sweat making her already slippery to the touch. His fingers crawled beneath the elastic waistband of her pants, hanging tantalizingly low around her wide hips as always, and she mewled with delight as they found heat and wetness. She was already dripping, her juices soaking the silky fur that surrounded her flushed lips, and she cooed seductively to him as he brushed the satin flesh of her vulva.

"Keep going..."

He clawed at her waistband, struggling to pull it down in such an odd position. When he tried to pull out of her sweater so that he could actually see what he was doing, she wrapped an arm around him, forcing his face down between the soft mounds of her bosom. Clearly, she didn't want him going anywhere.

She used her flexible tail to assist him, Jules shifting out of her way for a moment as she kicked off one leg and then the other. Now that she was wearing only her sweater, he took the opportunity to run his hands across her exposed belly and thighs, combing her thin fur with his fingers.

It wasn't until he tried to unzip his own pants that he realized how excited he really was, his hands trembling as he fumbled with his fly, finally succeeding in getting them down after a short delay. He felt something furry brush against the skin of his hip, then realized that it was Zuki's tail, hooking under the waistband of his shorts and sliding them down. His member bounced free, a bead of moisture already welling at the tip in anticipation of what was to come, and he wriggled out of his clothes before taking his shaft in his hand and guiding it towards her entrance.

Jules couldn't see anything, his entire field of view was occupied by her cleavage as she kept him trapped beneath her sweater, and so he had to feel around to find what he was looking for. His glans slid against her sodden fur, the texture of it sending shivers of pleasure crawling up his spine, before he finally felt the kiss of her burning loins. It seemed as if the strength was being sapped from his body as he rubbed between her inviting lips, his knees going weak as he felt the ring of muscle that encircled her opening greet him, his hips starting to move of their own accord as he pushed into her.

She was so wet that there was almost no resistance, the both of them yelping in unison in a blend of surprise and desire as he hilted inside her, her cushiony walls seizing around him like he was being vacuum packed in her luxurious flesh. Her passage conformed to his every contour, pressing around him with an alarming tightness. God, she was strong. He could feel her muscles moving beyond the boundary of her slimy tissue, every twitch and tremor, every ripple and stroke making bright points of light dance before his eyes. It was a divine sensation, like a thousand slippery tongues licking and stroking him from all sides, winding around him in a constantly shifting spiral.

He couldn't help but sink his face deep into her cleavage, letting the mass of her breasts envelop him, taking in lungfuls of her feminine scent and reveling in the feeling of being so intimately close to her. He was inside her, her seething tunnel wrapping around him just as he wrapped his arms around her. The lines where Zuki ended, and he began were being blurred, becoming indistinct. It made him feel like his body was melting into hers, all heat and fluids.

"Fuck..." he mumbled into her bust, too overcome by his euphoria to say anything more articulate. Her breasts wobbled around his head, jostling him as her breathing quickened. Her heart began to pound faster, her thighs quivering as they pressed against his hips. They hadn't even started moving yet, and already they were both a wreck.

Zuki reached down and cupped his butt in her furry palm, pressing him deeper inside her, guiding him as he began to slowly rock his hips back and forth. Pulling out of her was like trying to escape a Chinese finger trap, she just kept getting tighter, the pressure making her loins draw on him as her flesh clung to his skin. As he slid out of her, the head of his cock still lodged inside her spasming passage, he could feel the glaze of her syrupy juices that coated his shaft in a slippery layer. He wasn't sure if it was her level of excitement, or if it was due to her larger size, but she was drooling. It was making the fur on her inner thighs and around her vulva stick to him.

He was overcome by a sudden impulse to remove his dress shirt, struggling to pull it off from within her turtleneck, eventually succeeding and poking it out of the bottom of her sweater to join the rest of their clothes in an unceremonious pile on the carpet. Now there was nothing between them. The sweat that soaked her fine coat made it glide against his naked skin, like being caressed with damp velvet, Zuki strong enough to support Jules' weight without any difficulty as he draped himself over her and hugged her torso as much as the span of his arms would allow.

He pushed back inside her, feeling as if every nerve along the length of his shaft was being teased all at once, an explosion of unfiltered pleasure making him dig his fingers into her as her wet flesh slid across his tender glans. Zuki must have felt the same way, because she squeezed him ever tighter, her arms and her thighs closing around him as though she was afraid that he might escape her.

They found a slow, heavy rhythm, their bodies knocking together as one of his hands roamed down to grip her flared hip for purchase. It was so hard to control the tempo of their coupling. Every instinct that he had screamed for him to rut like a beast and finish deep inside her as quickly as he could manage, but he needed to pace himself if they were both going to enjoy this.

Jules wrangled one of her breasts as best he could manage with his free hand, sucking her erect nipple between his lips, feeling her tighten with every lick and glance. He coated it with his saliva, swirling his tongue around it, his gentle chewing and teasing making her huff and growl. She got so gruff when she was turned on, her husky voice cracking, her contralto tones vibrating his bones.