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In one last ditch effort to gain the advantage he pushed his hand down between her legs, sifting through her soft pubic tuft and finding her clitoris, the heat from her splayed lips guiding his fingers. He pinched the hard nub between his thumb and forefinger, and she let out a primal wail, her voice breaking and becoming hoarse as he rubbed it, slick and wet under the water. She bit him in mock anger, closing her jaws around his neck and trailing her textured tongue across his skin. A shiver wracked his aching body as she mouthed and he yelped as he felt her shiny, black claws drag down his spine to leave red welts that burned in the water.

"I'm gonna...come, and you're...gonna kiss me," she panted, her chest rising and falling heavily. Her breath was ragged, and her speech was coming in uneven spurts.

He nodded vigorously, dangerously close to the edge himself. At that the Regent increased her pace, rocking him with her powerful hips, fucking him in earnest. The games were over, now they had a single shared objective. Her claws dug into his back, but the dull pain only added to his pleasure as they rose to a crescendo together, their breathing coming in strained bursts as they reached their shared climax.

She forced her mouth against his, her kiss desperate and aggressive, the Polar monarch throwing her grace and moderation to the wayside. A completely new sensation made Dennis moan into her mouth as he felt the powerful muscles in the farthest reaches of her body begin to contract around his surging member, massaging it as if they shared her will. Her tongue roved shamelessly inside his head, all pretense of delicacy and refinement forgotten. Her thick saliva dripped down his chin as their mismatched lips struggled to interlock and her slippery tongue ensnared his senses with its powerful, clumsy motions.

He came too, his attempt to cry out smothered by her feral kiss. She gripped his wrists roughly and clamped her muscular thighs around him, holding him still as his back arched and he bucked into her. The tingling pleasure between his thighs spread through his body like a fever and his swollen member erupted, flooding the Queen's most intimate reaches with his thick, warm emission. She groaned into his mouth, feeling his burning heat pour into her, satisfying her most base drive as a woman and sending powerful aftershocks through her massive body. Ropes of his semen splashed against her quivering walls, her every spasm wringing more of it from him, his ejaculate flooding her reaches as she shivered and crooned her appreciation.

They grasped at one another, questing hands sinking into fur and flesh, claws raking smooth skin. It was as though they were imprisoned in their shared orgasm, each lost to their primal instincts as they luxuriated in every last twitch and spasm that resonated through their nervous systems.

The little death, the French had nicknamed it, and now Dennis understood why.

***

They relaxed, letting the penetrating warmth of the hot spring soothe their aching muscles, basking in an afterglow that was as powerful as any opiate. Dennis rested, lying back on the Regent with his head and shoulders nestled comfortably between her breasts as they floated on the water, buoyant despite their immense size. Her soft fur brushed against his back, it was like lying on a living bed. Her arms were wrapped around his belly, and she planted slow kisses on his neck, seeming to savor the taste of his sweat. Every touch of her lips sent a satisfied shudder through his body.

"My Queen," he began, but she cut him off with a finger to his lips.

"I think you've earned the right to call me by my given name, but only in private," she added. He nodded his agreement, and she curled her arms around him again, holding him close to her. "It's Ursillik, it means child of winter in the Polar dialect."

"Ursi," Dennis corrected, and she laughed.

"If you wish. Ursi...I like how it sounds. Do humans always abbreviate their names?"

"Most of the time, yes." Dennis lay back, his head resting on her floating breasts as he enjoyed the quiet and the heat. The snow was falling above them, but it couldn't touch them here, the sparkling flakes melted away by the heat that rose from the spring. "Why is it that you like me, Ursi?"

Her ears twitched, and she pulled him a little closer to her.

"I don't know exactly," she replied. "You're a curiosity, an anomaly. You're out of place and out of your depth. You're on a world where no human, especially not Dennis Carlisle, should have ended up. You are completely unqualified for your assignment, yet in a way that makes you the most qualified to make a real connection with the people here. You have no preconceptions and no biases. Maybe your spirit reminds me of a Borealan, adapting, struggling against the odds. And I like your tongue," she added, whispering salaciously into his ear. "Oh, and I almost forgot."

She hissed something to her guards who had stood patiently in the snow the whole time. Apparently, the cold didn't get to them, or they were just too disciplined to show it. They began to remove their clothing, stripping off the already sparse fabric that protected their modesty, besides for the leather belts around their wide hips from which small pouches hung. One placed a pack that she was carrying in the snow, perched against a protruding rock. They were somewhat smaller than Ursi and less impressive, but by human standards, their figures were still overtly feminine. He noted that their fur was less pristine, too. Where Ursi's black markings were sparse, leaving her coat as white as linen across most of her body, her guards had a larger abundance of them. They were better camouflaged for sure, but Dennis got the impression that Ursi's snowy fleece was a result of her noble heritage. They marched over obediently, stepping gingerly into the hot spring. The difference in temperature must have been extreme, and it took them a moment to wade in and reach chest height as they grew accustomed to the water.

"I promised you a taste of Borealan bathing culture, did I not?" Ursi crooned. She gave more orders to the guards, and they approached. Ursi handed off Dennis to one of them as if he were a doll, and met the second, turning her back to the woman. Dennis watched as the guard retrieved some vials from the pouch that dangled from her leather belt as it bobbed gently in the water. The guard uncorked one of the little glass containers and poured it over Ursi's back, a thick, white fluid that oozed out in clumps sticking to her fine fur.

"What is it?" Dennis asked.

"Perfumes, shampoos and soaps, plant extracts and oils. It takes a lot of work to look this good, Dennis. A Queen must be presentable if she is to make a good impression." She glanced back over her shoulder at the guard, who was now running her fingers gently through Ursi's perfect fur, creating a soapy lather. "Well, perhaps not my work, but you get the idea."

She closed her eyes, in a state of bliss as the guard massaged her back, swaying slightly as her consort's hands moved down her spine and combed her fur. The guard stopped at her rump and then traveled back up to knead her shoulders, taking great care to keep her claws out of the way. It was restrained compared to what Dennis was accustomed to, there would be no deep tissue massages here, not without slicing the person into ribbons. He waited eagerly for his own massage to begin, but his guard didn't know what to do. After hesitating for a moment she spoke to Ursi in their harsh tongue, and the Queen replied in a tone of voice that sounded annoyed.

"My concubine doesn't quite know what to do with you, Dennis. You don't even have as much fur as an Equatorial Borealan. What do you suggest?"

"Humans do this too, but not communally, at least not often. My hair can be shampooed, and she can use soap on my skin, there's probably a very low chance I'd be allergic to any of it as I can eat your food."

Ursi relayed the information to the guard, who popped open her little leather satchel. She selected a vial and poured the contents into his hair. Dennis closed his eyes to protect them, it was unlikely that the Borealans had developed no more tears technology. He winced a little as the gel seeped through to his scalp, still retaining some of the winter cold. The guard's large fingers delved into his fine hair, she was being especially gentle and careful, probably because of their dramatic difference in size. Before long the slow circling motions of her padded fingers started to send pleasant chills down his spine.

You could pay for a massage on Earth of course, but the busy schedule of a government lawyer didn't allow for such luxuries, not to mention the salary. Feeling a little braver now, Dennis leaned back against the guard, her chest still soft and ample even if it paled in comparison that of Ursi. She didn't seem to mind, and continued her rubbing, her claws glancing his scalp occasionally and making him jump. Having someone wash his hair was oddly intimate and enjoyable, the rhythmic rubbing was making him feel relaxed and sleepy. He opened his eyes a crack to see what Ursi was doing, reddening a little as he watched her twist and writhe. Her guard, or her concubine as she had referred to them, massaged her head and paid special attention to her ears. Was it an erogenous zone to Borealans? He would have to remember that.

It occurred to him that Ursi traveled with two female Borealans in order to see to her needs rather than two males, did that mean anything? The lack of clearly defined gender roles and sexual dimorphism among the aliens seemed to indicate that homosexuality was not looked down upon, or perhaps not even recognized as a distinct sexuality at all. Less of a concept of gay and straight, and more of a distinction between strong and weak. If someone was higher ranked than you, you tended to their desires or faced punishment, your own feelings did not factor into it. Perhaps that made their sexuality more fluid than that of humans, Ursi certainly seemed to be enjoying the company of her concubine just as much as she had enjoyed his.

The guard scooped up water in her large, cupped hands and poured it over Dennis' head, washing off the soapy froth. The hot water felt pleasant in his hair, and the shampoo smelled vaguely of berries or some kind of sweet fruit. When the guard was satisfied that his hair was clean, she moved her furry hands down to his shoulders. She rubbed his muscles a little harder than he might have requested, but it felt amazing. He buckled forward a little, doubling over towards the water as her expert hands worked deep into his flesh. She found knots of stress and bunched muscle, kneading him as if he were a blob of dough. It was almost painful, but the intensity of the sensation and the relief that he felt as she pressed her fingers into the base of his neck made up for it. As he had observed earlier, she couldn't get as deep as a human masseuse could, not with those claws of hers.

He had to stifle a yelp as she moved down his back and below the surface of the water, using her thumbs to probe deeply into the muscle that ran down his spine. Her massage was as much exploratory as therapeutic, but he must have a fairly similar musculature to a Borealan as she seemed to know exactly where his major muscle groups and pressure points were. She reached his lower back, digging her fingers into the flesh above his buttocks, and her touch sent a shuddering flare through his body, fading into tingling pins in his fingers and toes. It was too much for him, and he collapsed backwards into her body, his eyelids drooping lazily. He wished that they could communicate, he wanted to tell her where it felt good, where to push and where to stroke. He felt a little guilty as he realized that he was breathing heavily and that his member was rigid and pulsing again. Was this intended to be sexual? A glance at Ursi confirmed that it probably was.

She was locked in an embrace with her guard, one of her arms reaching back behind her head to grip her concubine's hair as their long, pink tongues intertwined like a pair of mating snakes. The guard's hands roved over her master's belly and breasts, spreading thick, white soap that made them slick and foamy. The guard grabbed handfuls of her soft flesh, squeezing her heavy boobs and her paunchy belly, slipping her furry arm below the water where Dennis couldn't see it. Judging by Ursi's gasps, the guard was washing her loins. His eyes lingered on the pair, his member bouncing sympathetically as Ursi noticed that he was watching them and curled her lips into a wry smile.

He was brought out of the moment as his guard began to rub a slippery goo on his naked skin, her damp fur serving as a rather effective hand towel. He squirmed under her touch as she spread the foam across his back and then his chest, the waterlogged fluff titillating him. She moved down his arms, tickling the palms of his hands with her spongy pads, then down to his lower back where she lingered on his buttocks. She moved her gentle palms to his inner thighs, and he brought his hands to his burning face, the stimulation becoming too much for him. As her teasing sapped his strength, he leaned back against her, letting a pair of breasts that were larger than his head sag over his shoulders like melting wax. His entire body felt tender and responsive, as if his very skin had become aroused and inflamed by her attentions. The warmth of the hot spring only added to the sensation, as he never became fully accustomed to it. He felt as though whenever he noticed it again, it became all the hotter, permeating him to the core with a sweltering heat that turned his muscles to mush.

Ursi seemed to have noticed his aroused state and purred an order to the guard, who lightly grasped Dennis' swollen shaft in her velvety hand. He raised a finger to his mouth and bit down on it as he twitched in her grip, a pleasant shiver passing through his body. He was sitting on her now, supported by her padded thighs as he floated in the water, and he leaned back into her cleavage as she began to stroke him. The massage had made him so sensitive, so receptive, the heat of the water prickling his glans as she exposed it with her slow pumping motions. Her grip was tight, but her pace was considerate, Dennis finding himself pushing into her palm reflexively. He felt her suck his ear into her mouth, tracing its contours with her textured tongue and filling his head with lewd, wet sounds.

He opened his heavy eyelids again to watch Ursi and her concubine. Ursi was lying back against the edge of the hot spring, and the concubine was running her fingers through the hair on her chest and belly, still washing her and combing her fur with her claws. She paused to tease her master's erect nipples with her rough tongue, mouthing dutifully as the Queen batted her long lashes. As Dennis followed them with jealous eyes, Ursi gripped the guard by her long hair and pulled her in for a long, obscene kiss. It was almost exhibitionist in its intensity and technique, as if she wanted him to see flashes of their meaty, pink tongues wrestling between their locked lips. Was it just for his benefit? No, he thought too highly of himself. These were the consorts of the Queen, after all, she had brought them for her own purposes. But there was an element of teasing that was undeniable as Ursi's blue eyes met his, her expression gleeful as the concubine buckled under her deft touch, moaning as she was overcome. She leaned into her master, grinding against her furry thigh in a desperate bid for relief.

He groaned as his guard squeezed his balls softly in her damp palm and added a twist to her relentless, methodical jerking. His vision was clouding, the pleasure too intense. Ursi's ostentatious display mimicked his most selfish and unrealistic fantasies as she pushed her concubine's head below the water line, holding her there as she ate her out.

Ursi's head lolled back, her eyes closing as she savored the sensation of the guard's long, rough tongue probing her insides. Bubbles floated to the surface, and Ursi smirked, apparently delighting in her power over the guard as she held her head under the water. Borealans had a larger lung capacity than humans due to their size, but Ursi was still holding her down there for a long time. Just as Dennis started to become concerned she released the concubine, who broke the surface with a splash, panting to catch her breath. Her breasts bounced with the rise and fall of her chest, Ursi running her fingers through the guard's waterlogged hair, reconciliatory in her fawning. Ursi brought the concubine's chin up with a gentle finger and kissed her, softly this time. The show of intimacy between the two impressive women made Dennis' raging member bounce in his guard's grip, throbbing painfully, almost as if it were trying to escape in order to join them.

Ursi took her concubine by the hand and led her over to where Dennis and his guard were entangled, wading through the chest-high water, a sardonic grin on her face.

"As entertaining as I find it to tease you, Dennis, I think that you've had enough for one day." She pushed her concubine forward, wrapping her furry arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck from behind, delving her long fingers into the soft fur and fat of her chest and belly. "I want it to be known, Ambassador, that if you succeed in your task of liberating my people, then this is only a taste of what I can offer you. A fraction of the gratitude that Queen Ursillik feels towards those who show her loyalty."

She whispered something into the ear of the guard, almost a foot shorter than the more prominent Queen. Obeying the command that she had been given, she stepped forward towards Dennis. Ursi barked at the guard who was cradling him in her hands, and she let go. She moved her palms under his butt and lifted him so that his erection protruded from the water, the cool air on his tender glans making him flinch. As guard number one held him aloft, guard number two buried her head in his lap. She placed her soft, wet lips against his cock, kissing the head gently. He squirmed as he felt her tapered tongue escape to tease him, gliding beneath his foreskin in a way that made his toes curl. In one smooth, uninterrupted motion, she slammed her face down on his shaft. She forced his erection all the way to the base, her tongue worming out from below his shaft to slide over his balls, tickling them under the water. Guard number one mouthed at his neck, her soft lips and agile tongue occasionally giving way to pricks from her sharp teeth and placating bites that made him flinch and buck, thrusting his member into guard two's accommodating throat. This was clearly guard two's area of expertise, her time with Ursi seemed to have made breathing a long-forgotten luxury to her. She held her breath as her thick, bubbling drool rolled down Dennis' length in globs and floated in the hot water. He felt the muscles deep in her gullet clench and constrict as she suppressed a gag, swallowing to pull his member deeper to and clear her mouth of the pooling saliva.

Ursi glided over as guard two struggled and slurped obscenely, standing beside Dennis and leaning down towards the spectacle to get a closer look. She patted guard two on the head as if she were a faithful dog, then turned to smirk at him.

"These two are my favorites. Males are fun, but they're bad at giving head. They're too careless with their tongues, I've never met one who knew just how to get me there. I like a good lay as much as the next girl, but females have an intimate knowledge of the subject, so to speak. Borealans have rough tongues, if you're going to give head then you have to be careful, apply too much pressure and a pleasurable lick can become agony. There's nothing like having your clitoris raked by an overly aggressive male to take you out of the mood."