Firebrand

"There! That!" Holly yelped as her thighs clenched around his head and her fingers tugged at his hair, stinging his scalp. "I need...more..."

Harry resumed his licking, sucking and mouthing at her labia. He spread his attention around rather than focusing on her absent clitoris, kissing her mound and her thighs, unsure of where her sweet spot might be. The lack of nipples, the lack of a clitoris...could all of her exposed flesh be so rich in nerve endings? Were even her thighs and her flat tummy just as sensitive?

She was shaking like a leaf now, grinding her hips against his mouth, viscous droplets of her juices clinging to her thighs and rolling down her ample cheeks as they left the mattress. Every time he drew back, he remained joined to her by a sagging web of fluid, glittering as it caught the light. The warm slime was getting everywhere, but it tasted so sweet, and her pheromones were so potent that he hardly paid it any mind.

He wanted to move his finger in and out of her, but it was a rather difficult prospect. Her passage was clinging to him so tightly, the three-pronged opening sliding over his knuckle, swallowing like a snake attempting to eat a meal larger than its own head. He settled for curling it inside of her, Holly whining as he ran it over the bumpy ribs that lined her tunnel. Each one was an independent ring of muscle that seemed to move of its own accord, a dozen of them pulsating against his finger, slightly firmer than the velvety flesh that surrounded them.

Could he even fit in there? She was tight enough that he could scarcely move his digit, but the prospect had his heart hammering all the same.

"Something is...I feel strange," Holly gasped, her tone alarmed.

"Good strange or bad strange?" Harry asked, pausing his licking for a moment.

"Good!" she replied hastily, "don't stop! I mean...please keep going..."

She was close then, Harry smiling to himself as he returned his tongue to her sopping loins, stroking her from the inside. Her breathing grew ever more labored, her squirming making the springs in the mattress creak. To an observer, it would probably look like she was doing her utmost to escape his grasp, but the opposite was true. It made every soft part of her body shake, Harry holding nothing back now as he plunged a hand into the meat of her ass, helping to support her weight as she bucked off the sheets. It was odd to hear no gasping breaths, there was just a low whistling, barely audible. Was that air entering her spiracles?

"What is this?" she mumbled, her upper pair of hands gripping the sheets above her head as the lower remained buried in his hair. "I feel like I might...like I'm going to..."

"Let it come," Harry urged, "don't try to fight it."

"Is it supposed to be like this?" she asked, slurring her words a little now. Perhaps she had to concentrate to speak, she had described pheromones as being her native language, her prim and proper enunciation lapsing. "Oh, oh, Harry. I do not know about this, it-it is too much! I'm-"

Her thighs closed around his head, only the cushiony layer of fat preventing it from being uncomfortable, her muscles tensing up. Her voice cracked, her tone and pitch going haywire, as though her cry of pleasure was being run through a synthesizer. There was a torrent of slimy fluid from her loins as her passage squeezed his finger, her spasms forcing it out of her, her silky walls contracting in violent waves.

She was almost upside-down now, her ass raised in the air, her upper back resting on the mattress as her legs draped over his shoulders. Harry watched her gooey emissions slide down her exposed belly in globs as the muscles beneath the waxy skin flexed, leaking between her cheeks, her breasts swaying beautifully with her writhing. There wasn't a droplet of sweat on her, yet the scent was there, the alluring smell of a body pushed to its very limits by the throes of lovemaking.

Every time he moved his finger, she twitched, and so he kept it up as she rode out what must be her first orgasm. What must it be like to be so ill-prepared? Should he have told her more, maybe sat her down and explained exactly what to expect before even laying a hand on her?

No, that was the way of her people, rigidly adhering to a predetermined set of instructions. This was her most human experience yet, going in completely blind, letting intuition and instinct guide her. Being able to explore this pleasure herself was a gift, experiencing something so profound and intense without an analytical mind getting in the way, without any preconceptions.

He lowered her gently to the bed as her tremors gradually subsided, her gaze unfocused, her eyelids and her antennae drooping as her come dripped to the sheets below like a leaking faucet. He was finally able to retrieve his finger, Holly emitting another comely whine as he slid out of her, Harry noting that there were red indents in his wet skin where her rings had squeezed him. He watched as she lay spreadeagled before him, her every shiver making her thighs and bosom wobble, her toes curling. She ran a hand over her taut belly, her fingers gliding through the clear fluid that had pooled there, like someone had spilled liquid soap on her. His own need had become urgent, nigh unbearable, his erection throbbing as he watched her voluptuous body writhe slowly.

"Harry," she moaned, seeming to regain her faculties. "Does it...does it always feel like this?"

"It should, yeah," he replied. He leaned down and kissed her thigh, an aftershock rippling through her exhausted body, Holly's antennae standing up straight as she let slip a sordid chuckle.

"She never told me that my body could do this," she muttered, no doubt referring to the Queen. "Is this what I am supposed to be doing?" she added, slurring her words drunkenly. "It feels like I should be..."

Harry dragged his tongue across her belly, Holly arching her back, the sheets sticking to her. Her taste, her scent...it was like licking honey from a lover's sweat-drenched skin. He had to make a conscious effort to save from mounting her right there, she was so tantalizingly close.

He rose from his kneeling position at the foot of the bed and sat on the mattress beside Holly, watching her recover for a minute or two, her restless dance eventually slowing as she caught her breath. Just when he was starting to worry that she might have fallen asleep, she opened her eyes again, blinking at him groggily as her antennae waved.

"That was nice," she sighed, Harry laughing at how much she was downplaying what had just happened. She sat up, leaning slightly on her side as she supported herself with two arms, her thighs closed. It was oddly modest after what they had just done, bringing to mind images of high society women sitting on picnic blankets.

Her feelers began to tickle his chest, sliding down his torso until they reached his swollen member. She reached out a tentative hand, her pink fingers brushing his shaft, her eyes peering up at him to gauge his reaction.

"It looks...sore," she muttered. "What should I do with it?"

"Just stroke it," he replied, struggling to mask his anticipation. This wasn't about him, it was about Holly, but that didn't change the fact that he was about ready to split open like an overcooked hotdog.

Holly began to pet it like she would a cat, running the flat of her hand down the top of his shaft. Harry began to laugh, and she cocked her head at him curiously.

"Here," he chuckled, taking her hand in his and wrapping it around his erection. "Like this."

He guided her up and down, Holly continuing the motion when he let go. Harry leaned back a little, trying to keep it together as his eyelids began to flutter. It was something about her pheromones, they were driving him crazy. Her hands were just as soft as the other fleshy parts of her body, two more of them finding his member as the fourth supported her. They must have some kind of bone or maybe cartilage structure inside of them, there was no carapace upon which to anchor the muscles.

"You can squeeze a little harder," he suggested, "it won't hurt me."

She did as he asked, watching him intently as his cheeks flushed red, his brow furrowing. When she was certain that she was doing it correctly, she turned her pink, covetous eyes down to his erection. Her slim fingers ran up and down its length, Holly exploring him as much as pleasuring him. He felt the intermittent tickle of her antennae, the sensation making him shiver as they brushed his skin.

He wouldn't have thought that a handjob could be too interesting, but having four hands certainly made for a more novel experience, a dozen questing fingers mapping his every vein and contour.

She discovered his foreskin, peeling it back to expose the pink glans, perhaps recognizing it as being similar to her own erogenous zones. It was already wet with his pre, Holly rubbing it gently between a thumb and forefinger, an electrical surge of pleasure coursing up through his body.

"Is that good?" she asked, blinking her eyes at him.

"Yeah," he sighed, "you're pretty good with your hands..."

"Am I?" she giggled, starting to enjoy herself as his reactions to her stroking grew more overt. "It's so hard," she mused, "I can feel your heart beating."

She wrapped all three of her hands around his shaft, moving them in tandem, sliding up and down his length. Her proboscis snaked out of her mouth, her blue flesh contrasting with his pink as she began to lick at the head of his cock. Her organ was long and thin, there was no flat with which to lap at him, and so the sensation was closer to tickling than what oral sex usually felt like. Still, he couldn't complain, his own breathing growing shallower as she slid the winding appendage beneath the skin in an attempt to imitate what he had done for her.

She cupped his balls in her palm, squeezing those too, Harry lurching as the unexpected sensation surprised him.

"A little more gently there," he warned, "those are sensitive."

He rolled his head back as she began to caress them. She was being far more delicate than he had intended, but damn if it didn't feel good. Her hands were so fleshy, her skin so slick, like she was wearing velvet gloves. They reminded him of the hands of a musician or an artist, dexterous and precise. She watched him the whole while, so eager to please, her furry feelers glancing his face and chest.

"A bit faster," he muttered, gritting his teeth as she obliged.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's good..."

Maybe it was the pheromones, or maybe it was just a result of being cooped up in the suite for days with no privacy, but he was already getting close. He gasped as her tongue lashed at the sensitive zone on the underside of his glans, Holly focusing her attention there when she noticed his strong reaction. She knelt in front of him, bringing her fourth hand into the equation. She didn't quite have the pumping motion down yet, but her light grip sent pleasant shivers crawling down his spine.

"H-hold on," he stammered, reaching down and staying one of her hands as he caught his breath.

"Is something wrong?" Holly asked.

"Quite the opposite," he laughed, swallowing hard. "Fuck, I don't know what's come over me. I usually last a lot longer than this."

"Is it because you like me?" Holly suggested, smirking at him as she fiddled with one of her antennae.

"Something like that," he replied, reaching down to pat her head. Her ornate, crown-like horn was in the way, so he stroked her cheek instead. She pushed her head into his palm, nuzzling contentedly.

"The strange feeling lingers," she muttered, "I feel warm...tingly. Happy."

"Afterglow," Harry explained, "enjoy it while it lasts."

"I want...to mate," Holly said, averting her eyes as she tugged at her antenna nervously. "I cannot help but feel as though we are building towards it, as though all that we have done thus far has been but a prelude. But if we do...will I bear children?"

"I don't see how," Harry replied with a shrug, "you're only part human. None of the other species are compatible with one another. Would the Queen have made you that way?"

"I can no longer claim to understand her motives," Holly said, laughing sheepishly. "She would have no control over the outcome of such a union, so it does not seem likely."

"If you want to stop, we can stop," Harry said as he attempted to conceal his disappointment. "I don't have any contraceptives on me, I wasn't exactly expectin' to end up in this situation."

"It would not be such a terrible thing," Holly added, shuffling closer to him. She leaned in and pushed her face into his neck, her antennae brushing against his cheeks as she rested her hands on his chest. "Your skin is so wet," she muttered, running her fingers through his sweat. Her tongue lashed at his throat, his insectoid partner seeming to sag into his arms as she sampled his flavor. "I want more...I want more of you inside me. Will you be gentle with me? I do not know what to expect."

"Of course," he replied, trying not to look as flustered as he was feeling. "Do you want to lie down, or..?"

Holly straddled him as he knelt on the mattress, leaning her weight on him as his erection brushed against one of her soft thighs. She supported herself with her hands, the upper pair resting on his shoulders as the lower reached down to wrap around his shaft, guiding him between her parted legs.

"Go slow," Harry warned, his cock jumping as a strand of her juices fell to his thigh. "I could scarcely get my finger inside you, never mind...well, you can see for yourself."

"Thicker...deeper," Holly muttered, that spark of aggression returning. "I want to feel full, that is what has been missing..."

"If you say so," he mumbled, watching as she positioned his member. She lowered herself, slowly, gingerly. Harry gritted his teeth as he felt his glans brush her puffy lips, her vulva slippery with a fresh layer of her warm, gooey fluids. They dribbled down his shaft, her loins practically drooling. A tremor rolled over her as his member glanced her opening, her eyes closing as she concentrated, her shaking legs threatening to give out on her.

"Don't try to take it all at once," Harry added hastily. "We don't know if you were designed for this yet."

He had to stop himself from bucking and pushing all the way inside her as the three-pronged, grasping organ took hold of his glans. It probed at his tender flesh as though it was attempting to ascertain his dimensions, then began to engulf him. It had encompassed his glans in shifting, damp muscle in a matter of seconds, dragging him deeper as though it was trying to eat him. Holly lowered her wide hips at the same time, Harry resting his hands about them, sinking his fingers into the patches of fur on her carapace as she set their pace.

She got the tip inside, pausing to take a breath, her slow dancing making him rub against her insides. She couldn't keep still, she needed to move in order to breathe. The more excited she got, the more her hips and thighs swayed, her own body fighting her attempts to take things slow.

As she inched a little lower, Harry had to stifle a moan as the first of her ribs raked over his glans. They were firm enough that he was very aware of them, but not so much that the sensation was painful. Certainly intense, but not enough to hurt. The second slid over his sensitive head, so tight that it forced his foreskin back. The contrast between the harsh rings of muscle and her pillowy, satin walls made his head spin, the three fingers reaching about halfway down his length.

"Y-you good?" he mumbled, trying to keep himself together as another searing burst of pleasure made his eyes snap shut.

"What about you?" Holly asked, "you need not be so selfless."

"You're the one who's never done this before," he chuckled weakly, opening his eyes to see her peering at him.

"Nor have you," she replied, "not with one such as I."

She slipped a little lower, finally taking him to the hilt, burying his member in a prison of damp silk. Her fluids coated his skin, somewhat easing the passage of her tight rings as they slid against his shaft one after the other. The three-pronged organ sealed around the base of his cock, drawing on him like a mouth, the pressure making him see stars. He wasn't sure if it was a result of her writhing, or whether the muscles in her slimy tunnel were constantly shifting and squeezing, but there wasn't a moment of reprieve. Tingling pleasure coursed through him, his member throbbing and swelling inside her, her walls clinging to him like latex.

Holly began to move, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding those cruel ribs against his shaft. He took handfuls of the fur on her hips, holding onto it like he was trying to stay atop a wild horse. Holly gripped him in turn, her four hands finding purchase wherever they could. One was behind his head, another on his shoulder, the other two gripping his hips as she thrust into his lap.

"Thought you hadn't done this before?" Harry muttered, the vigor of her lovemaking taking him by surprise. She made slow, teasing circles with her hips that made his head spin, as though this was the most natural thing in the world to her. It was like making love to a gymnast or a dancer, she was so limber, her flat stomach flexing beautifully as the muscles rippled in waves. Her legs squeezed him with alarming strength, her soft thighs serving to cushion him.

"I haven't," she replied, looking almost as surprised as he was. "I am just doing what feels right."

Her ambassadorial demeanor was slipping, her insect strength bubbling to the surface, her instincts driving her in ways that even she didn't fully understand. She was becoming a force of nature.

Harry let his hands wander down to her ass, filling his palms with her soft cheeks, the firm muscle beneath making her ample flesh shake in time with her rutting. He couldn't even guess at what was happening inside her, his member was being assaulted from all angles by slimy flesh and squeezing ribs. She didn't even need to rise and fall on his shaft, she just kept him buried in her roiling depths, her clenching muscles and swaying hips providing all of the stimulation that either of them needed.

He began to move too, thrusting deeper, feeling Holly shiver as his glans dragged against her ribbed passage. Did she have sensation there? Could she feel his member catching on them? Her three-pronged organ began to suck harder, wringing him rhythmically.

Holly yelped as he lifted her by the butt, she was so light that it didn't take much effort, dragging himself out of her. Her clinging loins fought against him, a pained grunt escaping his lips as the ribs caught on his flared glans, a sweet ache that bordered on pain shooting through him. As strong as she was, he managed to get about halfway out of her, feeling the three prongs tightening around his shaft as though someone was squeezing him tightly between their thumb and forefinger.

He let her drop back down, her plump cheeks clapping against his thighs, forcing himself back inside her. Holly shuddered as he bottomed out, those ribs sliding down his shaft, her silken walls conforming to his every contour like a second skin. Holly pushed her face into his shoulder, squirming in his arms as the intensity of their coupling rocked her.

"Harder," she muttered, her fingers digging into his skin and leaving red indents. "Do that again..."

Harry lifted her once more, letting her slide back down his shaft, his thoughts scattering like confetti as her spasming insides bore down on him. He couldn't think, there was too much sensory overload, his mind filling with static as she began to match his pace. She lifted herself off him, then pushed back down, finding a punishing pace that kept them both breathless.