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As Dennis watched her rubbing and crooning softly, almost as if she were presenting herself to him, a new hunger rose in his belly. He wasn't done with her yet.

He fumbled with his belt, casting off his pants and pulling his shirt over his head, now stained with her fluids. His erection bounced loose, as hard as he had ever felt it, jumping in the air in anticipation. He was seeing red, a new, unfamiliar lust overcoming him as he crawled over the mattress towards Xhe on his knees. He gripped the base of her furry tail in his fist and pulled her butt down to crotch height, tugging roughly on the appendage. She yowled in pain and looked over her shoulder at him, surprise in her eyes. But there was something else too, her earlier aggression had been supplanted by a sultry look that he could only describe as conveying submission. Xhe opened her legs, lowering herself in compliance.

He pushed his throbbing shaft against her vulva, sliding it up and down as her juices glazed it in a slippery, shiny layer. She shuddered, still sensitive from the previous orgasm, but Dennis didn't care. He was tired of these aliens treating him however they liked, and as much as he had grown to enjoy their cruel attentions, payback was long overdue. He gave her tail another harsh yank, and a low, sultry growl escaped her pursed lips. He hadn't expected that reaction. Was the base of her tail an erogenous zone? He gripped it in his hand and used it as leverage to drag her backwards, impaling her on his cock. Her gooey, slippery tunnel engulfed his length all the way to the base, her pert cheeks slapping against his belly with an audible clap. Xhe jerked, arching her spine as he met resistance in her depths, his glans pressing into her deepest reaches as her sinewy muscles wrapped around him. Another rough tug on her tail saw her silken walls close around him like a fist as she shivered and wrapped one of the white pillows in her muscular arms, sinking her teeth into the fabric.

He began to move, slowly at first, rocking his hips into her butt and watching as her fat rippled with each impact. She began to move with him as he pumped faster, pushing back to meet his thrusts in rhythm, trying to drive him deeper inside her as her sticky juices leaked down her inner thighs. The textured lining of her tunnel dragged across his skin, its folds and wrinkles making him twitch and sending rolling shivers down his spine as they teased him. She was so wet, so slippery, their frenzied coupling was almost frictionless. Yet every time she contracted around his shaft, he felt the exquisite details and contours of her organ jump out at him, sending sparks of pleasure through his brain.

He delved his fingers into the meat of her ass, clawing at her flesh as they rutted. Her porcelain skin was so smooth and inviting, pulled taut over the layer of cushiony fat, droplets of her sweat making it glitter as they moved together. Her softness and feminine curves concealed firm, powerful muscle, flexing and tensing at his every touch. Her ass alone probably weighed as much as his torso. Xhe could rend him in half like so much tissue paper if she were so inclined, but the idea that he could overcome such an impressive creature through sheer force of will demonstrated the psychological aspect of the Borealan social system. It was one thing to be of strong body but quite another to be of strong mind, and with the threat of physical violence annulled, Dennis found himself on top. Both literally and figuratively.

Her smooth cheeks clapped against his belly as he admired the long dimple that ran down her spine, her back and shoulders detailed with subtle muscles that shifted beneath her damp skin. The orange fur of her tail extended a short distance up her lower back, ending perhaps a quarter of the way along. She rolled her hips in a circular motion, stimulating his aching member in new and unexpected ways. She pressed his hardness against her walls, grinding and scraping as if trying to scour her insides and he buckled somewhat, leaning forward and resting his weight on her massive butt. It was almost as wide as the span of his arms. His pleasure mounted as their vigorous dance continued, on some level he had wanted to do this from the moment that he had laid eyes on her in that gossamer, see-through dress.

"Harder!" he heard Xhe moan, her comely voice muffled by the pillow that was clutched in her arms. He yanked her tail in response, hammering her with as much force as he could muster. She let out a kind of half-sigh, half-laugh, her body quivering as he held on to her tail and pushed ever deeper. He didn't have to worry about hurting her, humans were too frail to do any damage to the hardy aliens, but for a moment the image of what a Borealan male must look like during sex flashed before his eyes. He had heard that reproductive sex between Borealans usually followed a fight and was a short, brutal affair, with the victor taking full advantage of their power over the loser. It ensured that only the strongest genes were passed on and that the species as a whole was strengthened and bolstered. He would be mating with Xhe right now if they were the same species, and her body responded to him as if that were the case, milking his cock with its rhythmic contractions. Her head was buried in the pillows, and her ass was raised into the air so that his seed would flood her when he came. It was as submissive and receptive a position as a Borealan could be in. The idea drove him harder and faster, gripping her tail and thrusting into her sopping tunnel as Xhe chewed the pillow and her breasts deformed against the mattress.

Again her fingers crept between her thick thighs, and she rubbed her dripping mound as he pounded her from behind, getting herself off as her second climax drew closer. Her fingers moved in a blur, Dennis pulling her tail again as she convulsed in response, a low moan emanating from the far end of the bed.

Xhe hissed something in Borealan that sounded like an insult or a curse, and he felt her slick, velvet walls close on him like a trap. She shuddered and whined as a fresh orgasm wracked her tense body, her aching muscles contracting and bulging as she came on Dennis' cock, pushing out clear fluid around it that leaked down her legs. He clung to her as she bucked and shuddered, a white haze clouding his vision as he erupted into her eager, twitching hole. Every throbbing spasm of his muscles scratched that terrible itch deep within him, every new burst of thick, ropy ejaculate that he pumped inside her sending a tide of crippling pleasure washing over his body. He surfed on the rolling wave of euphoria as his cock jumped and pulsed inside her warm tunnel, pushing the mess that they had made together towards her womb with every thrust. Xhe rubbed herself gently, shivering and crooning as she felt the warm globs of his emission roll down into her belly, satisfying her most base and primal urges. She had ruined his pillow, tearing it with her sharp incisors until it was nothing more than a torn, damp mess.

He slid out of her, and she collapsed onto the mattress, lying on her belly as syrupy, cloudy clumps of his come leaked slowly from her swollen lips. Her breath came in ragged spurts, Xhe pressing her thighs together as she rode out the last of the aftershocks.

Dennis sat and closed his eyes, unable to do much more than simply experience the afterglow as it drowned his senses and ran its tingling fingers up and down his spine.

***

After a few minutes, Dennis' mind slowly clawed its way back to prominence. He sat up, looking around the room. The bed was demolished, their shared juices stained the mattress and the sheets, claw marks striping the fabric. The pillows were in tatters and spots of crimson blood stood out against the white linens. Who it belonged to he couldn't be sure. Xhe was fast asleep, sticky and still leaking their combined fluids. Dennis stepped gently off the bed and picked up the pieces of broken glass that were scattered on the floor, lest Xhe forget and step on them with her bare feet when she awoke. He retrieved her robe and lay it over her like a blanket, concerned that she might get too cold. He couldn't do much else for her in the state she was in, but as he watched her chest rise and fall and her ears twitch as she dreamed, an odd sense of satisfaction came over him. He had beaten her at her own game, and in doing so, he had satisfied the craving that had been tormenting her for all this time. Xhe might appreciate that more than any thanks that he could give her for her support and her patience up to this point.

He retreated to the bathroom and did his best to wash off the mess that they had made together. Fortunately, being in the embassy, he was able to find clean clothes. He got changed, then as he left the room, he paused to recover his spider-fur necktie. He exited via the marble hall, doing his best to close the door as quietly as possible, then set off down the paved road in the direction of Ursi's residence.

CHAPTER 9: LOVE 'EM AND LEAVE 'EM

Ursi could hardly contain herself as he relayed the story to her, sitting together before her roaring fire on the massive couch, the flames licking at the metal grate. She suppressed a chuckle as she sipped daintily from a wooden mug, her long legs crossed as Dennis finished telling her about his encounter with Xhe.

"How embarrassing for your poor secretary, Dennis. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" She handed him the mug, and he took a long draw, the sweet taste of raises the hair tickling his throat. "I'm surprised that the poor girl lasted as long as she did." Ursi narrowed her eyes at him. "I hope you don't intend to try the same tricks on me, Ambassador."

Dennis blushed a little and stammered a reply.

"No, I...I like the way you make me feel."

"Is that so?" she crooned, leaning in on him and examining his expression as his face reddened. He changed the subject quickly as she smirked at him.

"I sent a message to the UN, I should receive a reply by tomorrow."

"Good, good..."

They sat in silence for a minute or two, watching the orange fire dance in the hearth. Dennis felt a little awkward. Ursi always seemed to know what to say, she was always so eloquent and calculated, now she seemed almost worried. He was about to ask if something was wrong, but she interrupted his thought, placing her furry hand on his shoulder.

"Dennis, if you succeed in the task I have assigned to you, and my people relocate to Earth, what will you do?"

He thought for a moment, not really understanding the question.

"My work is here, I'm the Ambassador to Earth, I have at least another five months stationed in Elysia before I'd be forced to return to Earth."

"Well, I meant that we would be separated."

Dennis' heart raced in his chest, what was she saying?

"I don't...understand."

She took the mug back from him and took a long draw, then placed it on a small table by the armrest of the couch. Her white fur took on an orange hue as she sat in the gloom and stared at the fireplace.

"Perhaps I am not being clear. I have grown very fond of you Dennis. You are unique, both in the circumstances that brought you to Borealis, and your attitude towards the people who live here. There may only be a dozen humans alive who understand Borealans as well as you do now, and certainly fewer who have had as much...hands-on experience as you have."

He watched her as she talked, her blue eyes reflected the firelight, betraying the emotion hiding under her veneer of formality.

"While it may not be fair to tear you away from the people of Elysia, a Queen must consider the welfare of her own subjects above all others, and I am somewhat spoiled. I'm used to getting the things I want. I believe that you could provide a crucial service to my people, Dennis. If everything goes according to plan and your government accepts my plea for aide, I would have you stay by my side as my advisor. You would be an advocate for my people, a bridge between cultures, and perhaps..."

She trailed off as Dennis watched her expectantly, his heart thumping in his chest.

"It is not a demand that even a Queen can make, nor a Regent. You are not one of my subjects, you are not under my employ, you are not part of my pack. But if it pleased you, we might...stay together?"

Dennis' head swam, and he felt butterflies in his belly as he tried to process what she was asking.

"Y-You want me to come back to Earth with you, and live with you?"

"I'm not familiar with human customs where such matters are concerned. Borealans are generally more direct, but human relationships are...odd. If you don't want to, that's-"

"No, no! Of course I want to! Ursi, you-you're..." He struggled to find the words, desperate to express how he felt about her, but his vocabulary failed him. He gazed at her, and she peered back, a mixture of worry and expectation etched into her expression. Her cool, blue eyes met his and courage welled up inside him, warming him from within as if there were a fire in his belly. He hopped off the couch and stood at eye level with the seated Borealan. He reached out and took her oversized hand in his, her white fur tickling his palm.

"Ursi, I've only been with you for a couple of days, but I've never felt closer to anyone. Nobody has ever made me feel the way I do when I'm with you. You said that you could make me love you, and...you succeeded."

Ursi beamed, and pulled him towards her by the hand, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him to her furry bosom. Her familiar scent filled his nose, and her warmth permeated his body.

"You make me glad, Ambassador."

They lay together on the leather couch, the fire warming them as they enjoyed the silence together, interrupted only by the crackling of the flames in the hearth. After a few minutes of contemplation, Ursi ran her fingers through his hair, making him shiver happily and press his face into her welcoming coat.

"The day has been long, what say we go to bed? The last day of the eclipse is tomorrow."

He nodded, excitement rising in his chest as she stood up to lead him away by the hand. He followed her down the hall, her wide hips rolling as she walked. She was scantily clad in a light, almost transparent fabric that did little to cover her impressive figure. They walked down one of the long corridors lined with carved, wooden busts and tapestries that joined the isolated segments of her dwelling, then turned off to a doorway that led to an expansive bedroom. Her bed was immense, you could have parked a shuttle on it. The mattress was layered with finely embroidered sheets and soft pillows, more like a nest than anything resembling a human bed. The floor was carpeted with soft, bushy material, some kind of animal fur perhaps. There were more odd Borealan decorations on the walls of this room too. Silken curtains concealed nothing in particular, tapestries depicted snowy landscapes and glaciers, and potted plants sported colorful flowers that bloomed on their stalks.

"No guards this time, just us," Ursi said. She released his hand and walking over to the bed, leaving him by the door. Keeping her back to him, she raised a hand to her shoulder to slip off the strap of the light fabric gown that she was wearing. She did the same on the other side, and the garment floated to the floor gently to fall in a pile around her feet. It didn't reveal anything that Dennis couldn't see already, but as she took an elegant step out of the pile of clothes and towards the bed, Dennis felt his renewed erection straining against his underwear.

Ursi climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, presenting herself to him, then lay down in her nest of pillows. She turned to face him, her weighty breasts hanging attractively, now free of their supports. She patted the empty space next to her expectantly, then chuckled as he tried to pull off his clothes and walk towards her at the same time, discarding his shirt then getting tangled in his pants and almost tripping. Finally free of his clothing and sporting a conspicuous erection, he climbed up onto the bed and crawled over into her embrace.

Her soft fur tickled the skin all over his body as she held him close, squashing him against her massive breasts and her paunchy belly. He sunk his fingers into her coat, grabbing handfuls of the pliant fat beneath. She laughed and wriggled as he groped.

"What are you doing, Dennis? Come here."

She grasped his face between her fluffy hands and angled it towards her waiting lips. She slipped him a sedating kiss, slow and passionate, her warm tongue teasing him with its deft and calculated motions. She hooked a hand behind his head and lowered him to the bed as he felt his muscles grow weak, her long, deep embrace sapping the energy from his body as if she were some kind of vampire.

She lay him flat, his legs useless and trembling, then broke off her kiss, leaving him gasping and wanting. It was such a stark contrast to what he had felt when he had overcome Xhe, the feeling of superiority and unbridled lust now replaced with a vulnerability and a fluttering in his chest that made him feel as if he might melt away into a puddle where he lay.

Ursi lay next to him on her side, stroking his mast with her soft hand, the weight of her breasts pressing them together as she gazed down at him.

"You've never really just...made love in the time you've been here. Have you?" she asked. Dennis shook his head, trying to stay alert as she gently stroked him up and down. "We could make love, would you like that? Just the two of us?"

She leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his neck, her warm, meaty lips pressing wetly against his skin. His member pulsed in her hand and she squeezed it, making his back arch off the mattress. She chuckled and resumed her slow stroking, gripping his shaft in her fluffy palm and tugging up and down, her fine hairs tickling his skin. She closed her thumb and forefinger around his tender glans, compressing it gently as she moved, and he raised his arms to cover his face as the powerful stimulation overloaded his brain. Maybe it was her obvious skill, or maybe it was her overpowering charisma. Either way, when he was under Ursi's spell, he felt as if his heart might explode in his chest at every light touch and sultry glance. He gasped as he felt her rub the tip of his penis with the soft, spongy pad of her finger, lubricated by his leaking pre as she made circular motions.

She shifted position, rising to kneel over him so she could make use of her other hand. She continued to stroke him with the left, then slipped the right between his thighs, cradling his balls in her palm and gently squeezing them. He gritted his teeth as her downy fur tickled the sensitive skin, the gentle pressure that she applied sending a flood of warmth through his lower body.

She increased the pace and the pressure, Dennis bringing a finger to his mouth and biting it in an attempt to distract from her rhythmic pumping. His hips rose from the bed, pushing into the air, trying to thrust deeper into her warm hand of their own accord. Holding the shaft in her palm, Ursi rubbed the tip with her padded thumb, holding him like a joystick as his leaking juices matted her fur.

"S-Slow down Ursi. I'll come," he complained, and she grinned down at him.

"You won't come until I tell you to, now lower your arms."

He complied, revealing his burning face as she loomed over him, still squeezing softly and making his eyelids flutter.

"I think you'll like this," she crooned.

He jumped as he felt her long, fuzzy tail tickle his ear. It curled under his head, far stronger than it looked, and wrapped around him, covering his eyes. His world went dark, and he tugged at the sinewy appendage with his hands.