Highway to Krell - Hetero Edition

How did one say 'I respectfully decline' in Krell?

The scarred female drew closer, her enormous tail flopping into the bed as it trailed behind her, and Dubois started to get the impression that unless he found the correct phrase to politely ward her off this was going to happen whether he liked it or not. He could hear sounds carrying over from the other beds, Krell falling upon his colleagues and eachother, his imagination running amok and filling in the blanks. It seemed that the ever hospitable aliens did not exclude their visitors from their mating rituals, the entire species must be on some kind of biological timer that meant they all shared the same heat cycle. The ones on the planet were as virile as those that were causing so many problems on the station.

The female Krell walked over him, planting her feet to either side of his comparatively tiny body then dropped abruptly, stopping just short of squashing him flat to crouch on top of him. She rested her hands idly on her knees as she craned her long neck down to examine him more closely, nostrils flaring as she took in his scent. He tensed as her long, thick tongue flopped from her mouth to lick his cheek, tasting his skin and finding it to her liking. It was tinted dark blue, hot and slimy with her saliva.

On closer inspection her whole body was covered in scars, her leathery, reptilian hide marked with innumerable abrasions that revealed the azure flesh beneath the scales. She was so large, did they just keep growing the longer they lived? How old was this one? There was a lot of fat on her body, mostly distributed to her hips and stomach, yet he could see the powerful muscles emerging from beneath her pale underbelly. She had a soft chest, not breasts exactly, but enough paunch to give her a feminine figure.

He twitched as she ran her dull claws down his bare chest, tracing the lines of his own scars, the two pink trails a trophy from a close encounter with some native fauna on Borealis that he had promptly shot. Was that interest in her expression? Respect? He still had time to make his feelings obvious and push her away if he wanted to, if he tried to push her away or crawl out from under her, she couldn't misinterpret that. He didn't want to though, something about her was intriguing, he wanted to see this through and find out where it would go.

As if she could sense his compliance, the alien woman dropped heavily to straddle him, her steely thighs closing around his hips. It knocked the wind out of him, pushing him deeper into the cushions beneath him, her fat tail trailing down between his ankles. She was assertive, but also careful, she really could have crushed his pelvis into bone dust but she only rested enough of her weight on him to let him know who was in charge.

His heart leapt as she scrutinized him with her piercing, golden stare, suddenly aware of their dynamic. Dubois was accustomed to sweetening his women with cheap drinks and then regaling them with somewhat exaggerated stories of his adventures, but this Krell had basically dropped into his bed and wrapped him around her little finger. It made him somwhat angry. If he was going to tell this story, and that was seeming less and less likely by the second, he would have to embellish the facts a little. 'Intrepid space explorer seduces alien amazon' sounded more flattering than what was happening right now.

Was he complaining just to save face though? He shivered involuntarily as she ran her fingers through his damp hair, the texture unfamiliar to her. As much as this contrasted with his macho man persona, it felt pretty good, and he let out an unbecoming sigh as the alien leaned down and dragged her hot tongue across his throat.

He felt his spine rise off the bed as her teeth glanced his neck, hard and sharp, not enough to break the skin but enough to sting. It was as if she were advising him to stay still, and he complied, verbal communication out of the question with no common language. He was a little afraid, she was so large and heavy in comparison to him, one wrong move and she could smear him across the bottom of the recess like an insect. She seemed careful and in control though, slow and thorough as befitted her cold-blooded biology, and he felt an unfamiliar excitement rising in his chest.

She was straight to the point, no taste for foreplay it appeared, reaching down one of her many-fingered hands to tug at his underwear. She couldn't figure out the odd garment, cocking her head as she tried to free the member that she knew was hiding beneath, eventually growing frustrated and tearing the fabric with her dull claws.

"Hey!" Dubois protested, rising to a sitting position, but she placed her cool palm on his chest and roughly pushed him back down to lie prone, her eyes fixed on his now throbbing organ. He felt a warm droplet of her saliva fall heavily to his belly, drool hanging in ropes from her toothy maw like a predator looming over its prey, and he winced as she stroked his moistening tip with her scaly finger. She looked up at him, an undeniable smirk on her face, and she huffed with alien laughter. Was she mocking him? This seemed like a rather one-sided exchange, but something about her assertiveness was making his head spin.

He noticed that the genital slit between her thick thighs was open now, splayed like a vagina, the flesh within glistening and tinted a light shade of blue as it leaked clear juices. Wasting no time, she gripped his cock in her hand, making him buck as she watched his reaction with her yellow eyes.

"Hey, w-wait," he stammered, "let's just take a minute to-"

She hit him with a burst of sound, the mating call again, cutting him off and making his entire body vibrate. Dazed, he shut up, a bead of precum welling on the tip of his erection. She huffed again, satisfied, and knelt closer to him to rub the sensitive tip of his member up and down her slit. She coated it in her lubricating emission, slippery and hot, Dubois gritting his teeth as her smooth flesh teased his glans. Her long, purple tongue flopped out of her mouth to hang obscenely as she pushed him into her opening, incredibly tight despite her size, she must be absurdly muscular. Her eyelids fluttered as she forced him a little deeper, and there was a popping sensation as he pushed inside her, her loins giving up their resistance as she buried his pulsating member in her tunnel. Her walls closed around him, warm and textured, squeezing him like a vice as she gently slid down his shaft.

He bucked into her reflexively, feeling her tighten in response, her powerful pelvic floor muscles contracting around him like a fist. She reached the base, her cool, smooth underbelly pressing against his groin. She dropped to her knees in order to get lower, her massive thighs resting to either side of his hips, compressing him with muscles like steel cables that protruded from beneath the cushion of delicate fat. The width of her hourglass hips were twice that of a human, she looked as if she could carry a damned cement mixer on a sling across her belly, a subtle roll of fat protruding over her belt line.

She was oddly cool, though her inside were warm, even they were a comparatively lower temperature than those of a human. It was pleasant in this environment though, his body already uncomfortably hot due to the crippling humidity, this whole planet was like a filthy sauna. The damp air made her scaly skin wet, slick to the touch, and she slid against him as she started to move.

She began to roll her giant hips slowly, conscious of her partner's physical limitations, and he gasped as he felt the wrinkled walls of her tunnel grind against him. It was as if they were moving as they enclosed him in their velvet prison, the textures and folds undulating and writhing around his member in a cruel massage, enough to force his eyes closed as he dug his fingers into the pelts beneath him. The weight of her strained on his pelvis, not enough to really hurt, but as her pace increased she started to drive him down deeper into the soft pillows.

He played his eyes over her distractingly feminine form, her flared hips narrowing into a pinched waist, an attractive paunch to her belly and chest. He could see rows of abdominal muscles under her pale underbelly, hard and developed enough to be visible under her layer of fat, and he raised his hand to run his fingers across the firm bumps. That seemed to please her, she followed his hand with her eyes, giving him a firm squeeze with her thighs as he traced the damp channels that her abs carved in her skin. She had no navel he noticed, guessing that animals born from eggs did not have an umbilical cord, but he was shocked out of the thought when she dropped over him to slam her hands to either side of his head.

He looked up at her with wide eyes, she was bent double to keep his member lodged inside her as she leaned down face to face with him, her hot breath washing over his cheeks She smelled like damp leather, and at this distance he could see the jagged fangs that protruded from her lipless jaws, pearly and sharp. It was like looking a dinosaur in the mouth. Was she about to kiss him? He didn't fancy attempting that, what would he do, just press his lips against her scaly snout? She opened her maw, and a string of her viscous saliva fell to his red cheek, he resisted the urge to wipe it away. He was covered in sweat and moisture as it was, what difference did it make if she slobbered all over him? She gave him another powerful thrust, noticing his reluctance, and laughed in that same huffing manner when he groaned and bucked against her. She was playing him like a damned fiddle, was this all just for her own amusement?

Her long, bruise-purple tongue wound its way out of her mouth towards him, but he closed his lips against it as it slapped wetly against his cheek. She grunted and gave him another hard thrust, crushing him into the bed and gripping his member with renewed force. He opened his mouth to gasp and arched his spine, the alien taking advantage to slip her tongue into his mouth.

It filled his head, winding its way deeper as its rubbery surface glanced the back of his throat and he struggled against the invading organ with his own, too small to be of any real use. It just kept coming, there must have been two feet of it, filling his cheeks in fat coils when it ran out of room. He gagged as it pushed into his esophagus, the muscles of his gullet rejecting it, and she withdrew a little to let him breathe. Now that she seemed to have figured out the depth of his throat, she took up a more gentle pace, her tapered organ glancing softly over the inside of his mouth and tussling with his tongue in an obscenely deep and thorough kiss. Dubois felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head, it had taken her some experimentation, but she had it down now. She tasted of metal, her flavor sharp and sour, and he felt her cold palms close around his burning cheeks to hold his head still as she roved.

She was moving faster now too, rocking on top of him as she subjected him to her sordid embrace, bolts of electrical pleasure coursing through his body as she gyrated on his shaft. She broke away from her kiss, her massive organ winding its way slowly out of his mouth like a snake, her bubbling saliva coating his lips. She rested her head in the nape of his neck, one hand delving into his wet hair to run the strands through her fingers, her nose rubbing against his skin as if she enjoyed his scent. She increased the pace of her thrusting, coming down on him harder and faster, slamming her groin down on his pelvis with enough to force to knock the air out of him. He wanted to protest, to tell her to slow down and be more gentle, but she wouldn't have understood him and it felt so good...

She felt him wriggling, gripping him between her steely thighs like a vice, as thick as tree trunks and nearly as hard when she flexed them. He stroked one of her thighs with his hand, finding them outwardly rough and scaly, but her underbelly extended between her legs to give them an inner lining as smooth as polished metal. Moisture from her body dripped down to fall on his torso, not sweat, but the dampness in the air was condensing on her skin to give her a sheen that caught what little light penetrated the room from the dancing torches outside. It made her glisten as she moved over him, she looked like she was made of jade, her innumerable scales finely carved by some ancient Chinese craftsman. Only her eyes burned amber, piercing him like daggers as she fucked him into the bed.

His hips were sore, she was surely bruising him, lifting her enormous weight off his body with her powerful thighs and then letting it drop back down to drive him into the pillows. He could see her chiseled abdominal muscles flexing beneath her fat as she twisted and rolled her hips, driving his aching member against her squirming walls, her cloaca crushing him with its muscular contractions as if trying to milk his emission from his body. Her insides seemed to move of their own accord, the fine muscles massaging the length of his throbbing shaft, like a thousand tiny fingers stroking him in tandem.

He realized that he was drenched with sweat, the cushions beneath him soaked and chafing, this strenuous physical activity more than his body could handle in this environment. The air around him was so moist that he felt as if he could purse his lips and drink from it. The damp prevented his sweat from evaporating to cool him off, the two of them were a stinking mess of sweat and bodily fluids. Her thick juices flowed from her tunnel, forced from her hole by the intensity of their coupling to coat his thighs and belly in the viscous strands. She licked his neck and shoulder as she lay atop him with her large, scaly face nestled there, enjoying the taste of the salt in his sudor and dragging her hot, slippery tongue across his skin. She was careful with her jagged fangs, but they nipped him sometimes, sending bolts of strangely vulnerable excitement coursing down his spine to make his erection jump and pulse inside her.

She was really rutting now, her hands planted to either side of his head, her biceps straining to support her weight and bulging from beneath her green skin as she moved. He wanted to grab her ass, to sink his fingers into those massive globes of soft flesh, but she was so large that they were out of reach. The best he could do was claw at her pudgy thighs, feeling the muscle flexing beneath as her ample butt bounced and slapped against his legs.

Every time she let her weight fall on him, thrusting his erection into the depths of her snug tunnel, her slippery flesh dragged across his shaft and forced a cry from his lips. He couldn't take much more of this, his legs were going numb, pleasure flooding his body with every twitch and thrust. His spine arched as he tried to meet her downward slams, reflexive and instinctive, his body slipping out of his control as he neared the peak of his ecstasy. His mind was fogging, like the green mist that coated the planet and obscured their path, it felt as if his skull was filled with that same heat and humidity. His skin was feverish to the touch, his chest and cheeks flared red, and the alien ran her cool fingers over his body to savor the warmth that he radiated. She was the coldest thing in reach, like a giant alien ice pack, and he rose to a sitting position to wrap his arms around her toned waist and press his face into her soft chest.

He wanted the balm of her cool blood, and she enjoyed his mammalian body heat, her arms closing around him to trap him in her embrace as they moved together. Dubois had never felt like this before, never given himself to someone so completely and without reservation, if she could have reached inside his body and gripped his heart with her bare hands he would have allowed it. He felt her warm breath blowing his hair as she looked down at him, her pace slowing a little now, drawing out his agony with more gentle grinding. Their sweat and juices were practically pooling beneath him, her fat thighs slick with the mess, and he felt her saliva fall onto his head as her tongue hung from her panting maw.

Suddenly he felt a shudder roll through her long body, and beneath her soft chest he heard her powerful heart quicken. It was pounding like a drum, far larger and slower than that of a human, but now it sounded like someone was hitting her ribcage from the inside with a jackhammer. Was she getting close?

As if to answer his question her loins tightened around his cock and he yelped, his voice muffled by her chest as she placed a clawed hand on the back of his head, holding him closer and pressing him into the subtle globes of delicate fat. She quickened, Dubois closing his eyes against the almost painful intensity of his pleasure, her muscular body creaking like leather as she twisted and strained.

He sank his hands into the meat of her ass, close enough to reach now, and felt her twitch in response as she loosed a low growl of appreciation. Her grip on his hair become rougher, taking a handful and tugging sharply, the pain mingling with his mounting excitement in new and confusing ways. He felt her insides ripple, the Krell grunting like a beast and trapping him against her muscular body, squeezing the breath out of his lungs as she started to come. She fit him like a fleshy glove, so tight that he could feel every ripple and spasms that wracked her body, her thighs squeezing together to keep him lodged inside.

As she shuddered around him, her ceaseless movement and reflexive pumping pulled him along with her, the first dizzying jolt of his orgasm forcing a thick wad of emission from his throbbing member that flooded her tunnel with warm, gluey fluid. It must have been like fire in her reptilian loins, and he felt another wave of contractions wrack her powerful body, the two feeding off eachother in an ever mounting spiral of pleasure. His mind went blank as he emptied into her, each contraction of his muscles forcing another heavy wad of his come into her, coating her walls and making the great alien shiver. Again and again the waves of their shared orgasm crashed over them, the two locked together, their exhaustion eased by a mounting afterglow that filled them with a satisfied euphoria.

They collapsed together, Dubois still wrapped in the Krell's arms as she lay on her side, his body practically steaming. He found himself shuffling closer to her, lying his cheek on her bicep, enjoying the cool sensation on his skin. She seemed to recover, gazing down at him with her golden eyes, and a pleasant shiver ran down his spine as her claws scratched his scalp. She stroked his head like some kind of pet, and he gave in to her, thrusting his red face into the nape of her neck and letting her hold him.

CHAPTER 12: CATALYST

Lena arched her back, Sleethe slipping his hand beneath her to cradle her petite body as she took fistfuls of the furry pelts that lined their bed in her hands, her knuckles white. He dragged his long tongue from her belly to her chest, passing between her breasts and lapping at her sweat-drenched skin, his alien member lodged deep inside her. He was getting close, she could feel it, his massive organ swelling inside her to stretch her insides even further with its wicked, flared glans. It hurt a little, but it was a deeply satisfying ache, tingling pleasure coursing through her body as she felt his smooth shaft twitch against her walls.

They had been fucking like rabbits for the whole journey, their shared cabin on the March Hare a sordid love nest, the walls fortunately sound insulated to provide privacy for the crew in such close living quarters. Her colleagues had not heard the creaking of the bed frame or her loud moans, at least not until now. With what little awareness remained to her she had realized that Sleethe's mating call had provoked some kind of frenzy. Though directed at her, it had called others of his kind, and they had arrived to see what the fuss was all about as they piled into the building by the dozen. Like falling dominoes, when one Krell heard the call it repeated it, passing it on to the others and rousing their instinct to breed.