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She reached out a clawed hand as if to grasp at him, and he flailed the lamp to ward her off. He was too slow to make contact, and she withdrew her arm with an angry hiss, her long tail flicking back and forth impatiently. She tried again, and this time he swung the lamp into her wrist. The bulb shattered, and she flinched back, broken glass showering the floor between them.

She paused to examine her arm. A piece of jagged glass was embedded in her fur, and a trickle of crimson blood oozed from the wound, staining the white bedspread as it dripped. Dennis swallowed heavily, either the pain would snap her out of her strange trance, or he had just made everything a thousand times worse...

She gripped the shard in her thumb and forefinger, pulling it loose and discarding it on the floor. The wound did not look deep, but Dennis had surprised her. She dragged her tongue across the cut, sampling the blood. When her eyes once again met his, he knew that he was done for.

She swiped, lightning fast, and the lamp fell from Dennis' hands in pieces. She had cut the wooden stand with her claws as if it were made of butter. He felt her fist close on his collar and she lifted him clear off the ground by his dress shirt. She flipped him over, slamming him down on the bed. He bounced as he settled on the mattress, stunned, and Xhe crouched over him like a gargoyle. She flexed her fingers in anticipation, deciding where she ought to cut him, perhaps?

Dennis was confused, rattled. He didn't understand where her sudden aggression was coming from, he couldn't process what was happening to him. Like the classic story of the faithful dog that was bitten by a rabid animal and turned feral, Xhe seemed out of her mind and out of control.

"Why are you doing this?" he wheezed as his breath returned to him.

"You really don't know?" she hissed through clenched teeth. "All this time on Borealis and you've not figured it out yet?"

But he did know, he understood it now. Their strange culture and their strained interactions, the social hierarchy and the constant, unending struggle for dominance. Xhe had reached her limit, and based on the knowledge that he had gained over the week he had been on the planet, he was surprised she had lasted as long as she had. Their dynamic had been doomed from the start, no Borealan would tolerate being subordinate to someone like him for long, orders or otherwise. The knowledge was hard won and came at a price, there was no going back now.

But he wouldn't just give in and submit, not in the way she wanted. She couldn't seriously hurt him, it would be proof to the Patriarch that she had ignored his instructions. Yet he couldn't call for help. Xhe was supposed to be protecting him, there were no other guards, and his cries would not travel beyond the stone walls of the embassy. That left only one logical course of action, that Xhe would attempt to dominate him without injuring him. Based on his prior experience the best way to do that was through sex.

He should be afraid, yet to his surprise, he felt strangely calm now. This was all familiar to him, he knew what to expect, where this would lead. The now all too recognizable pang of arousal stirred his loins, and he realized that he wanted her to do it. It was fruitless to try to deny it now, the damned Mad Cats had given him a taste for this kind of treatment. The admission sent a surge of guilty excitement through his body, and he began to tremble as he felt Xhe's hot breath on his neck.

Xhe jammed her hand into his growing bulge, groping him through his pants. He gasped and squirmed, but she used her other hand to grip him by the neck, squeezing his windpipe shut with her powerful fingers as her curved claws pricked his skin. She chuckled and shot him a mocking look.

"You're into this, aren't you? Don't tell me you've started to enjoy it..." She squeezed his neck, and he gagged, unable to reply as his face began to redden. "You stink of her, that furry bitch. I can barely smell you under her pheromones. She's marked you, she's saying that she owns you now. Did you know that? Did she tell you? Or did she just let you walk around giving off her stink?"

With her massive hand closed around his throat, he couldn't reply. He raised his hands to her wrist and began to tug at it, starting to panic a little as she strangled him.

"I could choke you, Dennis. They made me your secretary, your underling, but you're completely inferior to me. I could choke the life out of you right here, right now, and what could you do about it? Nothing."

Dennis growled through his closed throat, a primal sound that he had never heard himself make before. He found the cut from the lamp's bulb that he had broken on her wrist and jammed his thumb into the wound. Xhe yowled and withdrew her hand, clutching at her wrist as fresh blood soaked into the surrounding fur.

"That's something I can do," Dennis coughed, rubbing his neck where her hand had left a red indent in his skin. "You're my goddamned secretary, I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of any of you anymore."

Xhe growled at him like an angry tiger, a low rumbling that set Dennis' teeth on edge and raised the hairs on his arms. Millions of years of instincts were telling him to fear the dangerous animal, but he had Xhe figured out. He knew that she couldn't seriously hurt him, she was too afraid of the Patriarch.

It was the simple truth of these brutish aliens, as big and bad as they were, there was always someone bigger and badder who they feared.

"I didn't rat out the guard, and I won't rat you out either," he said. "That's not the kind of guy I want to be, it's not how I want to solve my problems." Xhe cocked her head as if waiting for Dennis to make the first move. He rose to his feet and stood defiantly on the large bed, meeting Xhe at eye level as she crouched aggressively, the fur on her long tail puffed up like an angry cat. "You're not going to get over this, I know that much now, so let's fucking do it. Give me your best shot."

She eyed him warily, hesitating. Had he confused her? Was she expecting some kind of trick? After a moment her lust got the better of her, and she pounced on him, forcing him down onto the mattress under her considerable weight. He fought and thrashed, but she closed her furry hands around his wrists and pinned him down, locking her steely thighs around his waist. He groaned as he felt her mound press down against his firm erection, squashing it against his belly.

"I'm gonna fuck you until I can't smell that sneaky Polar whore anymore. I knew she was planning something when she showed up at the embassy uninvited, they're always scheming..." The odd racial prejudice made Dennis chuckle, and Xhe watched him, confused by his reaction. "Are you not afraid of me?"

"Nope."

Xhe snarled and pressed her teeth against the vulnerable flesh of his neck, letting strands of her warm saliva dampen his ruined collar. He bit his lip, and Xhe jumped as she sensed his cock throb underneath her.

"Not the reaction that you wanted, secretary?" he asked as he laughed at her quizzical expression.

"Don't call me that!" she hissed angrily. "I'm bigger than you, stronger than you, you should...you should be afraid of me."

"Yeah, maybe if this was my first time. You're late to the party, Xhe."

She seethed, not just angry but seemingly aroused beyond reason. Her face was flushed red with blood, and he felt the heat from her loins radiating through his layers of clothing, along with a conspicuous dampness that was soaking through his underwear. His resistance aroused her, that must be it. Borealans were so quick to submit, to accept their social position. Humans, on the other hand, prolonged the encounter beyond reason. They continued to fight even though they had lost. It was as Cola had explained to him during their encounter. Without the leverage of physical violence, either because of human fragility or in this case the fear of being discovered by a superior, the only course of action left was to fuck a human until they begged for it to stop...or for it to continue.

Xhe was shivering now, drooling, unsure of what to do to him. Her lust burned in her eyes as they played over his body. She came to a decision and began to pop the buttons off his shirt with her claws, exposing his naked chest as she moved down. Whatever, he thought, he had other shirts. She pulled his spider-fur tie up over his head and placed it on the bedside table, at least she was not so far gone as to forget its value. After all, it had been a gift from her in a way, much like his silverware. She had taken good care of him, and he regretted that it had come to this, that he had made her feel this way about him. It had taken him time to learn the customs and quirks of these aliens, it couldn't have played out any differently, but Xhe deserved better. Maybe he would tell her that when she had worked through her frustration, it was the least he could do to thank her.

She tore open his shirt and what few buttons remained were thrown loose, bouncing on the floor with a clatter as she ran her padded fingertips down his chest, her sharp claws leaving red trails. He gasped, feeling them sting his skin.

"We'll see how sure of yourself you are when I've broken you, and then you'll be the one servicing me on demand, not the other way around."

"That implies that you can break me," he replied confidently.

Xhe shuddered and squeezed him between her muscular legs, her eyes almost rolling back into her head as she fumed.

The skin on her thick thighs was as soft as silk and as smooth as the polished marble in the hallway, the outlines of her toned muscles catching the light. He traced their length with his eyes, up to the hem of her robe, hiked up in her sitting position and barely preserving her modesty. He could feel that she wasn't wearing any underwear as her groin pressed down on the tent in his pants. Keeping his wrists pinned with her long arms, her sinewy, dexterous tail snaked up from behind her to undo the catch that held her robe together. The fabric loosened and sloughed off her body slowly as she shrugged to help along, exposing her toned shoulders and biceps. It paused for a moment, hanging on her protruding breasts before falling in a pile around her hourglass waist. She hooked the robe with her tail and pulled it away, discarding it off the side of the bed and onto the floor, out of view. Her massive breasts hung heavily, swaying as she breathed, their smooth surface entirely different from Ursi's velvet fur. Xhe was less endowed than the Regent and her guards, but her breasts were pert and firm, still far larger than any borne by human women. But then again Ursi was a giant, even by Borealan standards.

Dennis felt butterflies in his belly as his gaze lingered on her toned abs, bunches of firm, taut muscle that flexed and bulged as she held him down. Beads of her sweat traced their contours, the moisture on her skin giving it a beautiful, reflective sheen. She was like a Greek goddess, a statue hewn from marble, her body would have been the envy of any Olympic athlete. Xhe was a powerful creature, unassuming in her usual elegant attire and her modest mannerisms, but no less another hardy daughter of Borealis once unchained. He winced as she leaned in and raked her rough tongue across his throat, her warm saliva leaving a cooling trail on his skin. He struggled, writhing and twisting in her grip, not through any real desire to escape but simply because he knew it would arouse her. Like a cat starved of the chase playing with a struggling mouse, she wanted to toy with him for a while before the killing bite. She pinched his earlobe in her sharp fangs and tugged it painfully, the sensation making him weak at the knees. She moved down his neck towards his shoulder, alternating between sucking kisses and forceful bites, just hard and deep enough to get a reaction from him.

She pressed her lips against the nape of his neck like a predator about to deliver the fatal blow, and when he didn't react in the way that she had wanted, she pushed her pointed teeth through his skin. He winced as he felt the forceful bite draw blood and gritted his teeth as he felt her rough, textured tongue drag across the punctures, sampling it.

"Sweet, watery," she murmured. He felt her grip on his wrists tighten, and her thighs clench around him as she savored his taste, the flavor of a subdued challenger fueling her primal lust. The bite wound was sore, and the skin around it was rapidly reddening, but it wasn't deep enough to worry him.

Now that she had him, Xhe couldn't seem to decide what she wanted to do with him. She sat on top of him, her tail flicking back and forth indecisively as her hot, moist groin leaked through his pants. Perhaps she was having second thoughts about disobeying the Patriarch?

After a moment of hesitation, she slid off his throbbing bulge and crawled up his body, releasing one of his arms then quickly replaced her hand with her sinewy tail in order to keep him pinned to the bed. Her engorged, pink nethers dribbled a trail of her viscous juices along his belly and up his chest as she crawled slowly up his body. She came to a stop over his head, her cool, smooth thighs parked around his ears and her inflamed loins poised over his face. Her rosy, glistening folds dripped strands of her warm excitement on his cheeks, her opening twitching and winking above him. Her anticipation was palpable, her sumptuous breasts bounced above him as she panted, her sticky fluids clinging to the polished skin of her inner thighs in webs. She squeezed them around his head, threatening to pop his skull like a ripe cantaloupe, the smooth fat giving way to muscle as hard as iron. She lowered her pulsing groin down towards his face, parting the thick, puffy lips with her free hand to expose the sodden flesh within.

Dennis had anticipated this, these aliens were obsessed with the human tongue, its smoothness and agility apparently circulated as a legend among Borealan women. Thanks to his time with Cola and Ursi, he was confident that he could finish her off quickly. Maybe then she would calm down and come to her senses.

She lowered her mound onto his face, the soft tuft of her pubic fur tickling his nose. He pressed his lips against her sex in a lurid kiss, the heat that it emanated prickling his skin. She was positively drooling, thick strands of her excitement leaking onto his face and into his mouth. She tasted of salt and metal, sour, but it was a flavor that he so associated with pleasure now that its mere taste made him throb. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged somewhat painfully, unable to stop herself from rolling her wide hips and grinding into his mouth, her thighs quivering around his head.

He dragged his tongue along the length of her vulva, teasing the sensitive flesh and sending a shudder through her body that translated back down through her legs. As he reached the peak, he tweaked the tip of her tender, protruding clitoris and she doubled over. Her rock-hard abdominal muscles flexed beneath her pale skin, her breasts shaking enticingly as she gasped in surprise. She did not have Ursi's experience, and she was not in control, he might be able to turn this situation around.

He took advantage of her surprise and twisted one arm free of her hand, gripping her hip for leverage as he delved deeper into her with his roving tongue. He explored her silky folds, sucking and tugging at her stiff nub with his lips. She gripped his hand but did not pull it away from her waist, instead uncoiling her tail from the second and allowing it to rise to her slippery hole. She jumped as his fingers pushed into her tight tunnel, her muscles striving to pull them deeper, massaging them as thick globs of her nectar rolled down his palm. She rocked her hips desperately, as if trying to scratch some terrible itch deep inside her, but Dennis hung on to her. He took handfuls of her springy rump as he kept up the pressure, Xhe shutting her eyes tightly and bringing her hands up to her reddening cheeks.

She was fucking his face in earnest now, rolling and grinding in a primal dance, smearing her juices on his skin and staining the white bedsheets. One of her hands left her red face to seek out a heavy breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as Dennis peered up at her over her pubic mound. She afforded him a wondrous view of her chest from below, every subtle movement of her body sending a ripple through her bosom, her fat as supple as modeling clay in her grasp. Her long tongue flashed forth to lick her lips, she was lost in some instinctual trance.

Dennis probed where he knew her weak spot to be, beckoning with his fingers inside her tunnel as it clenched and flexed around him, her toned muscles crushing him violently as her body reacted to his attentions. He found it, and her eyes flew open, her mouth wide and gasping as he drove his fingers mercilessly into the delicate flesh. She doubled over, planting her hands on the mattress above his head, her claws scouring the fabric. She looked down at him with a blend of lust and confusion in her amber eyes, her face upside-down from his perspective as she kept her loins locked to his lips, her orange hair framing her head. He clung to her, digging his fingers into her smooth skin as he gripped her waist with one hand and continued to massage her with the other, sucking her engorged clitoris between his lips and playing his tongue over its surface.

She made a noise like she had been punched in the gut, a low oh fuck grunt that curled Dennis' lips into a smile, even as he used them to suck and probe her increasingly sensitive womanhood. She was so much taller than him, her head seemed so far away as her silky thighs shuddered and clenched rhythmically around his face in time with his cruel teasing. He fucked her harder with his fingers now, increasing the pace as he stimulated her with his tongue, trapping her inflamed button between his tongue and his teeth. She pushed down with her hips, beside herself as she sought out more stimulation. Harder, faster, deeper. Anything that might drive her closer to the edge. His face was entirely buried in her crotch now, and he could no longer see her pained expressions or appreciate the swinging of her weighty breasts. But he could hear her breath coming in ragged bursts, feel the moans and guttural vocalizations deep in her belly as he kissed and mouthed.

She squirmed on top of him as he dug his fingers into the soft meat of her butt, the lewd, wet sounds of her organ trying to suck his fingers deeper making his erection strain against the fabric of his clothing. She let out a sharp cry as he delivered a finishing blow, grinding his fingers into the upper wall of her tunnel and applying suction to her clitoris, raking its shiny surface with his tongue.

He winced as the toned muscles of her pelvic floor contracted and squeezed around his digits, the waves of pleasure rippling through her body like electric shocks as her orgasm made her its twitching puppet. She convulsed, slipping off his face and burying her head in the pillows as she drenched the mattress with her emission, passing a hand between her soaking thighs to rub fiercely. She drew out her climax for as long as she could stand it, every glance of her padded fingers making her shiver. She bucked her hips, trying in vain to fuck the air as a low whine escaped her lips, muffled by one of the cushions.

Dennis wiped his hand on the bedsheets and tried to scrape her come off his face as it dripped down his chin in blobs. Borealans were messy lovers, it was no wonder that Xhe had been able to smell Ursi's scent on him even after he had bathed.

He looked back at Xhe as she rested with her butt in the air, the perfect, round cheeks dimpled with toned muscle. Her fingers still nursed her dripping mound, easing gently between her sore labia, a long rope of clear goo trailing down to the mattress below. Her stripey, orange tail drooped to one side, limp save for the occasional tremor that made it tense up.