Firebrand

"I can feel your warmth," she whispered, "so...so rigid. W-why am I so drawn to this...appendage? Why does your rushing blood entice me so?"

The tip of her questing proboscis slipped beneath his foreskin, a pang of pleasure making him see stars as she grazed his glans. Harry reached down and gently eased her away from him, Holly reluctant to relinquish the object of her newfound fascination. She peered up at him expectantly, his member bobbing not an inch from her face, her tongue sucking back up into her mouth like a strand of spaghetti.

"Let's take things slow," he said, reaching for her most convenient hand and guiding her back to her feet.

"I fear that I might...collapse," she said, leaning against him as he helped her over to the bed. "My legs have become weak."

He sat her on the edge of the mattress, Holly closing her thighs tightly, the twin mounds of flesh that hung from her chest wobbling with her every movement. She seemed unable to sit still, squirming on the spot, her upper pair of hands fiddling with her antennae as the lower supported her weight.

"Just try to relax," Harry advised, kneeling beside the bed. He reached up and delved his hands into the fluff on her hips, dragging her a little closer. She was so light, so easy to move around. Once she was close enough, he leaned in, planting a kiss on the exposed area of her belly. Holly shivered happily, loosing a muffled yelp as his lips met her smooth skin. He did it again, this time mouthing a little, teasing her with his tongue.

Holly's fingers sank into his hair, the Bug seeming to enjoy its texture, taking handfuls as he planted another gentle kiss. She was so incredibly sensitive, he didn't usually get this kind of reaction from a partner unless he was going down on them. Her skin was as flush as glass beneath his lips, warm to the touch. He could feel the muscles beneath it tensing, but they were ill-defined. Her muscle groups must be entirely alien.

He didn't get too strong a reaction when he ran his hands down the armored exterior of her thighs, but as soon as his fingers brushed the exposed flesh on their interior, Holly tightened her grip on his hair. Her legs were shaking, Harry gently parting them, exposing more of her pink skin. Much like the carapace on her torso, there were strategically exposed segments of the underlying flesh. That they were centered around her erogenous zones seemed like a little more than a coincidence.

Despite her small stature, her thighs were as thick as any that he had seen on a human woman, stocky and robust. They flared outwards to follow the curve of her wide hips, round enough that they brushed together when she walked, but leaving a tantalizing gap now that her armor was no longer concealing her groin. He gave one of them a tentative squeeze, filling his hand with her supple fat, the muscle beneath tensing. It was the same material as her pseudo-breasts, flesh that was so malleable that it felt more like a firm gel, irresistibly squishy.

His eyes wandered to the thong-like strip of pearly carapace that vanished between her legs. Did that pop off like her corset did? There seemed to be two indents where it joined to the rest of the shell on her torso, but that didn't necessarily make it removable. Surely she was equipped for more than just petting?

"K-kiss me there too," she blurted as he stroked her, growing confident enough to make a demand of him now. He obliged, parting her legs wider, mouthing at the tender flesh of her inner thighs. She pressed them around his head involuntarily, his face sinking into her pillowy fat, her feminine scent filling his lungs. God, if the aroma of lust itself could be distilled into a perfume, it would smell something like this. He felt his erection surging, his body responding to her, as though he and Holly were communicating on an entirely subconscious level. It was almost enough to make him feel drunk.

He slid his hands between her rump and the mattress, feeling her flesh spill around them like melting wax. She was so bottom-heavy, her center of mass settling low about her hips and butt. It had been somewhat concealed by the skirt section of her torso armor when she had first arrived on the station, but he still remembered how his eyes had been drawn to her rolling cheeks, just visible beneath her translucent wings. The way that her hips swayed when she walked, the feminine gait that her dainty, two-toed feet mandated. Just like her boobs and thighs, all of her pink, unarmored flesh seemed to be made from the same material. It was like warm dough contained within a plastic wrapper, springing back to its original shape when he ceased his groping.

He was feeling more aggressive now, he almost couldn't help himself, taking generous handfuls of her ample cheeks and sinking his fingers deep into her velutinous fat. She squirmed, her carapace thong brushing against his face, Harry enjoying the sensation of her thighs squeezing his head. It was like lying between a pair of memory foam pillows.

She yelped again as he gave her another greedy squeeze, filling his palm with her ass, Harry glancing up at her from beneath the mounds of her breasts.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No," she replied hastily, stroking his hair. "I like it, d-don't stop. It's just new to me."

"Does this come off?" he added. He bumped his nose against the chitin thong, as his hands were currently occupied, Holly wriggling again as he probed for the firm muscle beneath the cushiony layer of meat. No wonder her cheeks were so perfectly round, there was a lot of strength hidden under there, her feminine curves were deceptive. It made sense, the Betelgeusian Drones could easily lift several times their own weight. Holly was probably far stronger than she appeared.

She nodded nervously, reaching down with a quivering hand and hooking her thumb beneath the shell, Harry drawing back to watch. It came away just as her corset had, extending the diamond-shaped window on her torso so that her midriff and inner thighs were fully exposed, the pink skin uninterrupted as it passed between her legs. She lay the rigid plate on the bed beside her, snapping her thighs shut.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, Holly averting her gaze as her antennae waved in the air indecisively.

"I am...embarrassed, but I am not sure exactly why. What purpose does this emotion serve, if all it does is hinder me?"

"You're just shy," Harry chuckled, amused by her roundabout explanation of what she was feeling. "I guess you have a sense of modesty, maybe it carried over from your human DNA? Here," he added, resting a hand on her thigh. "Do you want to continue?"

She nodded, watching breathlessly as he eased her legs open once more, Holly gripping one of her antennae and twirling it between her fingers.

Harry didn't really know what he was going to find down there. Would they be compatible? Had the Queen anticipated this situation, or even helped to set in motion? Whatever he encountered, he would do his best to make her happy, regardless of how strange or alien her parts might appear to him.

Between her legs was a neat pair of lips, puffy and swollen with arousal, leaking a stream of clear nectar that oozed to the sheets beneath her. He was at once relieved and intrigued. The rosy tint of her flesh made them look flushed, the waxy, smooth skin catching the light. His mouth immediately began to water as her scent rose to his nose, invading his brain in a way that was almost insidious, making him feel like he might lose control of himself.

She must have guessed from his expression that he was pleased by what he saw, still fiddling with her antennae as her restless shifting made her writhe on the edge of the bed. Harry avoided her loins for now, planting a kiss on her hip, Holly leaning back on the bed as she supported her weight with her upper pair of hands. She peered down at him between her breasts, captivated, her raunchy scent rising from her like steam. It was making him crazy, he couldn't remember ever being so aroused before, his member was so hard that it was starting to ache. Her taste too was intoxicating, like the sweet sweat that lingered after a frenzied bout of lovemaking, despite the fact that her skin was completely dry. She wasn't the only one picking up pheromones it seemed. How powerful must they be that he could sense them at all, never mind having them influence him so strongly?

Holly arched her back as he mouthed at her flat stomach, leaving sucking kisses, not knowing what to do with herself as she endured his affections. After another minute of teasing, he decided to move things along. She was already excited enough that her juices were leaking from her in glistening strands.

Harry moved down between her legs again, his cheeks brushing the inner surface of her burnished thighs. He was almost afraid of getting so close, as though being exposed to her pheromones for too long might turn him into some kind of slavering beast. The wonderful, enrapturing scent was only enhancing what he already felt for Holly, however. Of that, he could be sure. He couldn't believe that he was attracted to a Bug, that he had come to care about her over the last few days, yet here he was...

"Last chance to back out," he warned, glancing up to see her gazing back at him covetously. She was dripping with desire for him in more ways than one, those pink eyes somehow expressing all of the anticipation and carnality that her face could not. They said that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and Holly's was aflame with lust.

"Would you have me beg?" she whispered. "I want this, I need this. I need you, more than you can know."

"I think I have some idea," he said, his fingers brushing her lips. Holly's eyes widened, losing their focus, a tremor rocking her voluptuous body as he ran his digit between her puffy labia. She was incredibly wet, it felt like someone had upended a bottle of personal lubricant inside her, clinging to his skin like syrup and making their contact slippery. There was something so inviting about her texture, smooth and warm, her lips just as soft as her breasts and her pudgy thighs.

She began to sag as though all of the strength was draining from her body, doubling over and planting two of her hands on his head as he explored her with his finger. Her vulva was like damp silk, soaked with her juices, its pleated texture familiar. When he parted her lips, Harry was surprised to see that it was not the pink that he had anticipated, but rather a deep azure akin to the inside of her mouth. It was beautiful in a way, droplets of her juices clinging to it like dew to the petals of a blue rose, contrasting with the color of her lips.

"Why do you s-stare so?" she asked, his stroking making her voice skip like a record. "Is it not...what you expected?"

"You're beautiful," he replied without missing a beat. Holly's antennae waved as though they had been caught by a gust of wind that only she could feel, an expression of pleasant surprise, perhaps.

"Flatterer," she muttered, her tone taking on a seductive quality. "I doubt that you would tell the truth if you found me repugnant," she added, semi-jokingly. It was adorable, she was fishing for compliments in an attempt to dispel her uncertainty, to build her confidence. She had never made love before, she had never been desired in this way. Now more than ever was the time to heap on the positive reinforcement.

Harry crawled his lips up her belly, feeling her muscles tighten, rising to her chest where he paused by her boobs. They rippled with her every motion, bouncing gently, her restlessness making them wobble ceaselessly. They were the perfect size and shape to fill his palm, about the volume of a softball, her delicate fat spilling around his hand as he cupped one and began to knead. Holly gasped, arching her spine again, assuming that she had one. She pushed her chest towards him reflexively, Harry dragging his tongue across her flush skin.

Under normal circumstances, he would have sucked her nipple into his mouth, pinching and licking it. But Holly had no nipples, her breasts were featureless, mere sacks of tissue that perfectly mimicked the human equivalent in their shape and texture. They might even be better than the real thing, he couldn't remember his last fling's bosom being this damned soft, he couldn't take his hands off them...

Despite her lack of nipples, Holly responded strongly to his touch, loosing a sordid moan that quickened his heart. Her voice was so breathy and feminine, pitched fairly high, but not enough to make her sound girlish. Perhaps the Queen had thought such a thing unsuitable for a diplomat, and as an unintended side effect, had given Holly a voice so comely that it could have soothed a rampaging Borealan.

Harry moved higher, bringing a hand to her cheek, Holly switching her gaze from eye to eye as though she didn't know where to look with him so close to her. She lurched as she felt his erection press against her thigh, opening her mouth hesitantly as he moved in to kiss her, the chitin plates slowly parting.

He locked her in a deep, passionate embrace, Holly leaning into him as his tongue met her flexible tube. It was an odd sensation, though not an unpleasant one, the winding organ coiling about his own and tickling the roof of his mouth. She tried so desperately, she seemed to know what her body was telling her to do, but she lacked the hardware to follow through. She had no real mouth in the traditional sense, and her lips were just markings on her carapace, her proboscis unsuited to the task. Still, Harry reveled in the intimacy of the act, Holly's hands roaming across his damp skin unreservedly as she clung to him.

When they broke off, he buried his face in the ruff of silky fur that encircled her neck, feeling the delicate strands tickle his nose as he took in a lungful of her heady perfume.

"I'm more attracted to you than I've ever been to anyone," he murmured, Holly's antennae waving in surprise again. She blinked at him, not knowing how to respond, waiting for him to elaborate. "It's drivin' me crazy. Everything about you...your body, your scent, even your voice. The dumb way that you ask really obvious questions, the way you laugh, the way you bob your feelers when you're surprised. God, if any of the guys from my unit could hear me right now..."

"Not repugnant, then?" she asked as her plates arranged into a wry smile.

"If you were so repugnant, I wouldn't have this burnin' urge to taste every inch of you," he replied as he slipped a finger inside her. Holly's lower pair of hands gripped his wrist tightly, more for purchase than to pull him out, the upper pair resting on his shoulders as she pushed her face into the nape of his neck.

"I...I cannot think anymore," she whined. "For the first time, I have no plan, my purpose is unclear. I am...not afraid, exactly. It is something else, something new."

"We're doin' this human style," he replied. "Just go with the flow, do what feels right."

Her loins outwardly resembled those of a woman, but between those plump lips, and past the delicate folds of her vulva was something unexpected. Instead of a simple opening, his fingertip met a kind of fleshy, soft triangle. It was as though someone had squashed three marshmallows together and he was pushing between them. The three nodules moved, opening up when he applied pressure and sealing around him. It felt as though three fingertips were gripping his digit, beginning to pull, dragging him deeper.

Once he was past the odd trio of lips that sealed off her vagina, he was set upon by rings of muscle that lined her passage, gripping his finger tightly. Holly moaned into the nape of his neck as her insides undulated, the stimulating ribs raking his skin. She was so damned tight, the only reason he could get so deep was due to the copious fluids that she was leaking, it was like sticking his finger into a jar of syrup. Despite how slippery she was, her hold on him was surprisingly strong, her spasming muscles massaging him.

"That feels...really good," Holly growled, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"You're pretty aggressive all of a sudden," he chuckled, "I like it."

He withdrew his finger with considerable difficulty, the two of them looking down in unison to see the rope of clear fluid that linked it to her dripping loins. Harry knelt again, lifting her legs up abruptly, Holly yelping in surprise as he lay her on her back. He positioned her legs so that the backs of her knees were resting on his shoulders, her thighs cradling his head, his hands delving into the fur on her waist as he tugged her a little closer. Her long wings were draped over the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as he breathed warm air on her swollen sex.

He drew nearer as Holly's wide hips rose to meet him reflexively, their lips joining in a decidedly different kind of kiss. Her legs quivered around his head as he dragged his tongue between her puffy labia, making the doughy fat on her thighs ripple, her burning vulva slick with her juices. He had anticipated a metallic flavor, but instead, the aroma of her feminine pheromones assaulted his senses. He could taste it as much as he could smell it, his heart pumping faster, his member throbbing in the air. Her flavor was oddly sweet, maybe because that sugary, honey-like substance was all that she ate. There was no clitoris, at least not that he could find, but she was so sensitive that one hardly seemed necessary.

Holly writhed on the mattress as he painted her folds with his tongue, mouthing and licking. She was overcome, Harry having to wrap his arms around her thighs to keep her from squirming free, her entire body undulating in waves as he doted on her. Every slow glance and quick flurry sent a tremor through her, her antennae twitching in rhythm, her four hands balling up the sheets as though she was afraid that she might float away.

Something gripped his tongue, Harry pausing his licking in surprise, realizing that the three fingers had caught him. They protruded from her opening, reaching outwards a good half-inch, he could feel her muscles gripping him. They looked like a trio of blue, fleshy fingertips, a torrent of her honeyed emissions leaking from between them as they opened to get a better grip on him.

His tongue was too slippery, the odd, grasping organ retreating like a snail into its shell when it lost its purchase. He couldn't tell if the thing was prehensile or if her body was acting of its own accord, an involuntary response to the stimulation.

"D-don't stop!" Holly grumbled. Harry lifted his head above her pink mound to see her staring down at him between her breasts, gravity spreading them apart as she lay on her back.

"Where do you like it?" he asked, "your anatomy is a little...different from what I'm used to."

"Your tongue feels wonderful," she whined, one of her hands reaching down towards him. She placed it on his head and urged him back down, Harry chuckling at her eagerness as she pushed her swollen, needy loins against his face. "Yet I feel...empty. Does that make sense?"

"Makes perfect sense," he replied, planting a sucking kiss on her mound that made her shiver with anticipation.

He resumed his impassioned licking, spreading her thick lips with his fingers, exposing as much of her azure flesh as possible. After dragging the flat of his tongue across her vulva for a minute or two longer, the trio of appendages emerged from her opening once more, reaching for him. This time, he fed the organ his finger, feeling it seal around his digit with impressive suction. The muscles in her silky, rippling walls swallowed in waves, easing him up to the knuckle. It was relentless, sucking as though it was trying to drink from him. It really did feel like he had his finger buried in someone's narrow throat.