Black Velvet

"Yeah, that's it," she mumbled as she writhed on the couch. "Bite me, like that...gently..."

Jules might have been on top, but he certainly didn't feel like he was in control. She lifted him easily when she arched her long spine, leaving him clinging to her like a baby lemur to save from sliding off.

They stayed like that for a while, Jules' perception of time slipping away as they moved as one. It was as though their nervous systems had been patched together, like a short circuit, their shared sensations making them writhe and buck in unison. Jules felt every clench of her muscles as her insides wrung him in harsh waves, and Zuki felt every throb of his member as it flexed within her, their pleasure reflecting back and forth between the two like light bouncing between mirrors. The feedback loop pushed them higher and higher, Jules relinquishing his hold on her breasts as he committed all of his focus to staving off the orgasm that was scratching at the door.

He tried to slow down, tried to lessen the tingling electricity that was coursing through him like a live wire, but Zuki had other ideas. Perhaps his human pace was too slow for her tastes, or maybe he wasn't reaching as deeply as she would have liked, because she abruptly flipped him over onto his back.

Jules found himself with his back pressed against the couch, still cocooned inside the confines of her sweater, but now Zuki was straddling him. She wasn't sitting up in the traditional cowgirl position, she was supporting herself with her elbows, her claws tearing into the cushions just above his head as she sandwiched him between the couch and her soaking-wet body. Her bosom cascaded over his face and shoulders, smothering him in her damp, scented fur. When he managed to catch a breath, it was laden with her blackberry fragrance, along with the earthier and more tantalizing aromas of her exertion and her excitement. Maybe it was alien pheromones, or maybe he was just imagining things in his state of arousal, but her scent was driving him wild.

That same scent was all over him, he realized, their blended sweat coating his skin as her juices leaking around his shaft. There was nowhere that he could put his hands where he didn't feel sodden fur or damp skin, heaving flesh and flexing muscle.

Pinned beneath her bulk, it was Jules' turn to writhe as she began to move atop him. She started off slow, then grew faster as the downward thrusting of her heavy hips bounced him against the cushions below. She stayed so close to him that he could feel her panting breath blowing in his hair, her slippery, toned abdomen sliding against his own as if she couldn't stand to have even an inch of their bodies out of contact with one another.

She rose on his shaft, her flesh clinging to him, pulsing and contracting as if her body was trying to milk him. When she reached her apex, she paused with only his swollen tip still buried inside her, and then she let her weight carry her down to drive him into her deepest reaches. She would have come down with enough force to hurt him if the springs in the couch were not absorbing the impact, screeching their protest as he sank into them. They pushed him back up as she took her weight off him again, bouncing him into her, Zuki taking advantage of that fact as she found a more ruthless rhythm.

This was what he had envisioned when he had imagined two Borealans having sex, the raw power of their muscular bodies, the sheer mass and weight of the creatures. Even now, Zuki was being considerate of his human frailty. He could feel it in the way that she was holding back, teetering on the edge of losing control of herself, but just hanging on by a thread for his sake.

Jules wasn't faring much better. Every slam of her hips dazed him, the pleasure so intense that it disoriented him, ensuring that he couldn't possibly grow accustomed to it. Their position was not as comfortable as he would have liked, and the forcefulness of their lovemaking bordered on being too intense. Her weight was crushing him into the cushions, and he had to dig himself out of the avalanche of her breasts for every breath that he took. Yet the frustration only added to his hunger, he wanted more of this, he craved it like a drug.

His hands roamed across her magnificent body as she fucked him into the couch, keeping them off her even for a second was impossible. She was a playground, from her silky fur to her yielding bosom, from her firm and shapely muscles to her plush thighs. She was so sensitive to his touch, the wicked claws of her kind prohibiting so much that humans took for granted, even simple caresses and gentle squeezes might be an entirely novel sensation to her. She wriggled and contorted as he took advantage of their closeness, her sweat raining down onto him with every collision, her lovemaking growing faster and more frenzied.

She put her flexibility to work, the muscular core of her body twisting and rippling as she began to gyrate her hips, making slow circles and teasing him with sudden staccato thrusts to keep him on edge. It reminded him of when she had danced for him the night before. Unbeknownst to him at the time, it had been a display of her desire. Now, those distinctly sexual moves, the sinuous and suggestive ways that her glistening figure had sought to captivate him took on an entirely new meaning. This was an extension of that dance, or perhaps the dance had been but a prelude, an advertisement of what she might do to please him if given the opportunity. That was the true nature of their Araxie dance, not simply designed to titillate, but a promise of what was to come.

Zuki had such fine control over her body, her gymnastic lovemaking changing the angle of their coupling, putting pressure on him in unexpected and exciting places. There was no longer such an emphasis on the piston-like in-and-out motion. Instead, she buried him to the hilt in the embrace of her silken walls and began to drive him against them, making it feel as though her insides were swirling around him in a vortex.

"Zuki," he mumbled, "I can't take much more of this. If you don't slow down..."

He heard her sultry laughter, felt it in the way that her chest shook. She was pleased with herself, reveling in his pleasure as much as her own as any good Borealan should.

"Are you at a loss for words?" she panted between thrusts. "I want you to enjoy me...we can go again and again, as many times as you want. Wear me out if it makes you happy. For once in my life, the Alpha is all mine, there's nobody here to steal you away from me. Nobody to push me to the edge of the bed to leave me cold and frustrated..."

Her tail coiled around one of his legs possessively, her thighs tightening their hold, Zuki coming down on him like a hammer as she switched up the pace again. Her intent was clear. The games were over now, and she was building the both of them towards an intense, no-frills conclusion.

Jules grappled with her breasts as she drove him deep into the cushions, pinching her hard nipples between his fingers, plying her supple fat and feeling her falter as his teasing got the better of her. Now, it was Zuki who was at a loss for words. The only sounds that escaped her lips were gasps and moans, rising in pitch and tempo as the frame of the couch began to violently shake.

The pleasure that had been slowly mounting was suddenly at the forefront of his mind, like a flashing strobe light being beamed into his brain. The labored beating of his heart, Zuki's thrusting, and the throbs of ecstasy all seemed to sync up as though they were dancing to the same beat. Zuki reached up and gripped the armrest above their heads for leverage, burying his pulsing, aching cock as deep as it would reach. Her loins were stroking him in tormenting contractions, undulating as her toned muscles wrung him, the heat and pressure becoming too much for him to bear.

She came before he did. He felt it in the way that her massive body tensed up like a coiled spring, and then released all of that built-up pressure in a shivering, drawn-out moan. Her passage tightened around him like a vice, her every shudder and spasm translating into him, her lithe body shaking as the movement of her hips ceased abruptly, and her breath caught in her throat. He felt the waves of pleasure crash over her relentlessly. As soon as one passed through her, it was chased by the next, granting her not a moment of reprieve. Her shiny, slippery body bucked and struggled. Jules could feel every shiver and moan as she pressed him tight against her sweat-drenched fur.

He couldn't hold out for even a second longer, the feeling of her climaxing on and around him driving him over the edge, Zuki dragging him along for the ride as a surge of intolerable pleasure rose up inside him. Like fanning the embers of a dying fire, the flames of passion rose up through him, licking at his every nerve, creating a firestorm inside him. He felt her fleshy walls draw on him greedily, kneading his shaft as it flexed and jumped within her, his emission erupting out of him to paint her most intimate reaches. Hot, thick ropes of it flooded her, Zuki mewling in a way that he had never heard before as she felt his seed bubble up inside her.

A second throb of acute pleasure followed the first, and he sank his fingers into her waist, burying his face between her hanging breasts and letting them muffle a pained groan. He couldn't remember ever feeling this way before, it just kept going, the surges of euphoria coming one after another in a cruel chain. The lurid blend of their shared juices spilled out of her, matting her quivering thighs and pooling on his belly, Jules fucking the mess deeper as his body moved of its own volition. Every time that he was certain he had no more left to give her, he was proven wrong, his muscles burning with the effort as he pumped her full of his ejaculate.

Zuki fared no better, impaled on his shaft as it flexed and throbbed against her sensitive walls, his every twitch provoking another rushing climax. Their intensity slowly diminished as they became less frequent, like the aftershocks following an earthquake, no longer strong enough to shake the foundations but enough to keep her on edge.

Gradually, her stiff body relaxed, Zuki seeming to deflate as she leaned more of her weight on him than was comfortable. It roused Jules from his stupor, and he eased her onto her side, the exhausted Araxie getting the picture and sinking into the couch to his left. Instead of relinquishing her hold on him, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight against her bosom, hooking a leg around him so that he couldn't pull his still rigid member out of her.

"Not yet," she whispered desperately, "keep it in..."

Her sordid request provoked another throb, which in turn made Zuki shiver contentedly, the two of them sighing in chorus as another spark of residual pleasure rocked them. He could feel the unspeakable concoction that they had created together as he plugged it inside her, hot and viscous. It was like sticking his shaft into a pot of warm honey.

Jules could have stayed that way forever, lying in her arms, cradled in her breasts beneath her sweater. The taste of her sweat on his lips, her fruity scent filling his nose, and the sound of her gentle breathing soothing him.

She shifted, and he slid out of her, the mess spilling out along with him to soak into the fur of her thigh. They rode out their afterglow together, Jules slipping in and out of consciousness, tired and satisfied to the extent that he couldn't keep his eyes open. Whenever he awoke, he was pressed up tight against Zuki's warm body, his fingers combing her slick fur. Dreams and reality merged, becoming indistinguishable from one another. It was like a kind of high.

As it slowly faded, Jules wriggled his way out of her sweater, looking up to see her peering at him with a lazy smile on her face. Her short hair was messed up, damp with sudor, sticking out in all directions. He couldn't help but return it with a stupid grin, he still felt drunk, unsteady.

"As much as I want to lie here with you for the rest of the night, we need to get cleaned up. We're supposed to be going out to pick up some more clothes soon ready for tomorrow, remember?"

Zuki reached out and caught him in her arms, pressing his face into the collar of her turtleneck as she combed his hair with her claws.

"Just a little longer..."

"Oh, alright," he conceded. "Fifteen more minutes, then we need to take a shower."

"A thorough shower," Zuki added with a sultry chuckle. She ran her padded finger down his spine, her claw leaving a red indent in his skin. "You're soaked in my sweat, amongst other things. Every Borealan on the station will be able to smell you."

"That bad, huh?"

"Oh, yes," she laughed. "I can't believe that humans can't smell it."

"I'll take your word for it," he mumbled into her sweater.

CHAPTER 15: FRESH THREADS

"I'm telling you, you didn't need to put your bandages back on," Jules said as he walked beside Zuki. Threading his way through the crowds that clogged the torus was always a pain, but once again, he reflected on how much easier it was to get around at night. The walkway was far from empty, but he wasn't brushing shoulders with Marines and tourists or dodging out of the way of giant aliens lest they crush him underfoot.

"I feel more comfortable like this," she insisted.

"I know that, but you're just going to have to unravel them again once we get to the clothing store. Assuming that they have what we're looking for. But they must, right? I mean, how would all of the other female Borealans on the station get by without proper...support?"

"Why would they need it?" Zuki asked, still unconvinced.

"Trust me, you'll see why. Do you remember where it was?" he asked as he looked around the storefronts that lined the hull to either side of them, their signs displayed prominently in bright neon and flashing animations. "I know it was in the tourist quarter, before the bar right at the end."

"It was on the left side, I think," she replied. She pointed over the heads of the surrounding pedestrians with a clawed finger. "There it is."

"Easy for you, you're two feet taller than everyone else," he grumbled as he changed direction and headed towards the store. He was surprised how much he missed holding her hand, but they had to keep up appearances. They didn't want anyone who worked for the UN happening upon them being too friendly and reporting the potential conflict of interest to the council ahead of their meeting.

They entered through the oversized door, finding themselves once again surrounded by aisles of shelves and racks stocked with all manner of clothes. Jules noted that the same woman from their last visit was manning the register, the short blonde. She must be on the night shift.

"Welcome back!" she said, emerging from behind her counter to greet them. "What can I do for you today?"

She had put Jules on the spot, and for some reason, he suddenly felt embarrassed. He hadn't had any sisters growing up, and his previous girlfriends had never needed him to buy underwear for them. He was a grown man, he had explored uncharted alien jungles, why couldn't he muster the courage the ask the cashier about their selection of bras?

"We're looking for, uh...some...specialist clothing for my friend here. Underwear."

"If that's the case, we have a wide selection of mega-sized lingerie and nightwear," the cashier replied enthusiastically. "It's towards the back of the store, on the right. You can't miss it."

"Oh, no, no," Jules stammered as he loosened the collar of his shirt a little. They had nightwear for Borealans? What the hell did that look like? He was surprised that there was even a market for that kind of thing. The Equatorials that he usually saw prowling the station didn't seem to care much for their appearance, unless scars and tattoos were their way of looking appealing to the opposite sex. Maybe it was more popular with the Polars? Those guys must spend an awful lot of time keeping their fur clean and groomed, and so it stood to reason that they would put the same care into their clothing.

"My friend here needs something with a lot of support," he said as he lowered his voice a little. "Something for someone who's a little too...endowed in the upper body area."

"I see," the cashier replied, looking Zuki up and down as the Araxie waited patiently beside him. "So you're looking for a brassiere, I take it? Do you have any idea of the cup size?"

"I wouldn't be able to tell you a human cup size, Ma'am, never mind a Borealan one."

"That's alright," she said with a chuckle. "If you'll both follow me over to the women's section, I can show you what we have in stock. I'm sure that your friend will have a better idea of what fits her."

She led them over to a wall that was adorned with all manner of underwear. There were bras that could have been used to store watermelons, and panties so large that a child could have substituted them for a tent. He could see the nightwear too, his cheeks warming as he imagined Zuki wearing some of the revealing, lacy garments.

"Let me know if you need any more help," the cashier said as she returned to her counter, leaving them to browse the selection alone.

"So, see anything that you think will fit?" Jules asked as he peered up at Zuki. She looked just as overwhelmed by the selection as he was, her eyes darting between the varied options.

"I see what you meant now," she said, reaching out with a furred hand and testing the padding on the cups of one of the bras.

"What do you think? Do they look comfortable? It's got to be better than your bandages. This way, you can cover them up and take some of the weight off your back without having to wrap yourself up like an Egyptian mummy."

"Like a what?" she asked, confused.

"Never mind. Take this one, for example," he said as he gestured to a large sports bra. "Maybe something like this would work for you? These are designed for wearing while you exercise, so they support your weight and stop your chest from bouncing around too much. Rather than wrapping and unwrapping your bandages every time you need to shower or sleep, you could just buy a few of these and take them on and off whenever it suits you. They'll do the job far better than your bandages."

"What are these ones for?" she asked, pulling down a more elaborate example that was made from silk with lace trimming.

"Those...aren't what we're looking for," he stammered as he tried in vain to take them off her. Zuki just held them out of his reach, stroking the lace with her padded fingers and seeming to like the texture. "They're for making you look more...appealing to the opposite sex."

"I haven't seen anyone on the station wearing them," she said.

"No, they're for wearing when you're alone with someone that you like. You know what, let's put that one back," he said as he reached up to guide her hand back towards the rack. "If we get seen shopping for lingerie together, we'll be in just as much trouble as if we got caught in the act."

"The act of what?"

"You know what act, now let's change the subject before someone overhears us. Can you tell which of these might fit you by looking at them? Pick a few out and go try them on, see how they feel. If you find some that you like, we can buy a few of them."

She picked out a sports bra, what looked to Jules like a regular bra with some kind of foam padding on the inside of the cups for comfort, and one that had lots of straps across the back to provide more support. He followed her to one of the changing booths and waited outside as she began to try them on.

Jules turned to survey the store while she changed, seeing that there were a few other patrons this time. An Equatorial pack were browsing one of the aisles, their eyes darting about as they crowded their Alpha like bodyguards. They looked like shifty teenagers scoping out a convenience store, but they were friendly enough when the cashier went up to talk to them. If the store was operating, then it must be turning a profit. What they lacked in the quantity of their customers they must make up in the sheer amount of materials that each one had to foot the bill for. Zuki's sweater had been about four times what he would have expected to pay in another establishment, but that was because it would have required four times the usual amount of fabric to knit it.