Hot Kofe

"Good boy," she whispered, drawing him in with her hypnotic gaze. Somehow lying to her got more difficult the more time he spent in her company, those reflective, blue irises seeming to pierce through him like laser beams. "Keep going..."

"It's so warm, and it smells so good. I just want to push my face into your fur, all the time. It drives me crazy."

She mewled happily, apparently delighted by his confession.

"Let me know any time you want a hug," she said, "and I'll bury you in my fur. Any time, any place, I'll make sure you get your fix. Now keep it up, flattery will get you everywhere, and I do mean everywhere..."

"You're just so...curvy and full figured..."

"Full figured? You mean I'm fat, right?"

"Yeah, but in a good way," he added hastily. "It goes to all the right places. Your ass and your thighs, your hips and your boobs. You're soft all over, like someone drew you with a protractor, all curvy and rounded..."

"Honey, to a Polar there's no such as being fat in a bad way. Now c'mere."

She wrapped her arms around his lower body, pulling him closer and compressing him against her bust, her face delving once more into her fluffy cleavage. Miller found himself in a sitting position, Kofe's breasts squeezed tightly between the two of them, her strong arms encircling him as she pressed her doughy boobs around his member. He couldn't see anything below his chest beside a wobbling mound of white fur and Kofe's slate-grey hair, her round ears twitching as she pushed her tongue into her bust.

The pressure alone was enough to set him on edge, twin walls of fat and downy fur closing in around him, then he felt the glossy surface of her slimy tongue as it located his glans. It twisted and wound like the tentacle of some deep-sea octopus, grasping suckers replaced with smooth muscle, its hot surface coated in a layer of viscous saliva. It sprang to life, wrapping him in satin flesh, its dimensions easily able to encompass every inch of his member.

The tapered organ moved ceaselessly, so impossibly flexible and limber, stroking in the very same moment that it squeezed. All pretense of teasing had been abandoned, there was a whirlwind of sensation swirling around his sensitive length, Miller holding his breath as if his brain couldn't perform so many functions at once.

He couldn't see what was happening and somehow that made it all the more intense, almost like being blindfolded. Sodden fur stroked against his skin, damp with the thick slime that coated her tongue, the meat of her breasts so yielding and malleable that it was like pushing his erection into warm margarine. Her prehensile organ swirled and licked, so long and encompassing that it felt like there were somehow half a dozen human-sized tongues running up and down his shaft, lapping at his balls and grazing his tender tip.

The stimulation was at the forefront of his mind, so intense that it distracted him from any other thoughts or concerns, one hundred percent of his brain's processing power completely devoted to measuring every lick and throb. It was as if his nervous system had been inactive for his whole life and now was being turned on for the first time, lighting up bright and brilliant like a fireworks display, such was the contrast between his resting state and this new dimension of pleasure.

Miller leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her head and delving his fingers into her silky hair, the only part of her that was within reach from their odd position. He buried his face in the mop of grey strands, the scent of her flowery shampoo filling his nose as he nuzzled. He was beside himself, not really knowing how to react, his conscious mind taking a back seat to more base and archaic instincts as he clung to her. One of his hands slid down the back of her neck, taking a handful of the fluffy fur between her shoulders, even his fingertips seeming to take part in the tingling ecstasy that pulsed through his body like the beating of a heart.

Her pace was ruthless, and he felt a pressure rising inside him, an urgency that he knew all too well. It started as a twinge deep in his pelvis, his muscles contracting and tensing, and then like a blooming flower it spread into a vibrant and dazzling explosion. A whimper escaped his lips as the power of his first ejaculation forced his eyes closed, practically making his ears ring as bursts of white light flooded his skull. There was no effort required, no frantic pumping needed to reach his peak as was the case when he took care of his urges alone. Instead it came thick and fast, like a bursting dam, impossible to hold back even if he had wanted to. He had been a bachelor for so long that he had almost forgotten the sensation of having another person make him come, it was intoxicating.

His member jumped in the confines of her furry bust, a thick wad of his ejaculate shooting deep into her cleavage, as if his body couldn't tell it apart from a fertile womb. As soon as she felt the warm emission seep into her fur, tasted it on her tongue, she tightened her breasts around him and withdrew her snaking organ.

He released her head from his grasp as her face emerged from between the fluffy mounds of her bust, his heart hammering in his chest as her blue eyes met his, the lascivious Polar intent on watching him as he climaxed. She pulled him even tighter with her powerful arms, still wrapped around his lower back, the pressure between her boobs growing ever more powerful.

The next emission didn't make it an inch before it was deflected back to coat his member in a hot, sticky sheen, her soft flesh constricting around him and making him feel like he was ejaculating into a furry condom. Each rush of viscous fluid was chased by a pleasure so acute and raw that it almost resembled pain, satisfying in a way that only scratching the urgent itch of one's seething lust could be. His spine arched and his fingers dug into whatever was in reach, be it fur or bed sheets, his hips rocking like a pendulum as his instincts commanded him to bury his manhood as deeply as possible.

It just kept coming, again and again, he hadn't known that he could produce this much of it. It was like she was pulling a knotted rope out of his body. He could feel every clump of gelatinous semen as it was expelled, splashing against her welcoming fur as it added to the pervasive heat and wetness.

"That's right," Kofe cooed in her husky voice, "let it all out for me..."

She watched him all the while, drinking in his pained expressions, her ears twitching at the sounds of his gasps and moans. She was scrutinizing him so intently, transfixed. He was embarrassed to be seen in this state, yet the pleasure that she derived from it was projected through the batting of her lashes and the way that she chewed on her lower lip, her enjoyment rivaling his own. It wasn't that she was an uncommonly generous lover, he realized, but that seeing him melt at her touch was as gratifying to her as being the recipient of this wracking ecstasy.

She wanted to be adored, to be in control, and right now he was giving her everything that her oversized heart desired.

Totally spent, Miller lay on the bed sheets, his member twitching as lingering aftershocks rippled through him. The intense pleasure was replaced with a sense of warmth and satisfaction that fell over him like a heated blanket. He was scarcely able to keep his eyes open. He looked down to see Kofe shifting, releasing her breasts from her arms and letting them fall free, their weight pressing him into the mattress as they spread out.

She parted them, showing him the clinging clumps of pearly fluid that stuck to her fur, thick ropes of it bridging her cleavage as the heavy globes drifted apart.

"Look at the mess you made," she murmured, reaching down a finger and running the fleshy pad up the length of his member. It was coated in a layer of his own emission, Kofe pressing her thumb and forefinger together, then pulling them apart to create a sagging strand. "Pretty impressive for such a small creature..."

Before he could stop her, she had leaned down to take his still rigid member into her mouth, her lips pursing around the hilt as he exhaled a low groan. He was hypersensitive now, the sensation of her roving tongue as it cleaned him from the base to the tip making his head spin. She sucked and licked, dragging her lips up his shaft, leaving him as dry as a bone. She did the same with her chest, her tongue reaching all the way down to comb her fur like a cat, leaving her white coat spotless.

She rose from her crouching position at the edge of the bed, then flopped down onto it beside him, her weight causing the springs to squeal and the mattress to dent like a visual representation of a gravity well. As if he was a planet caught in her pull, he rolled towards her, the mattress sloping inescapably in the direction of her prone figure.

He bumped into her soft fur, and before he could right himself, he felt her massive arms enclose him. Kofe hugged him tightly against her nude form, if someone who was covered from head to toe in a silky coat of fur could be referred to as such, the giant alien rolling onto her side and plunging him into the vastness of her body.

She delved her fingers into his hair and pressed his head between her breasts, which were tightly pressed together due to her posture, the upper one compressing the lower one with its weight. Not one to be discouraged, she merely forced him past the initial resistance, her feathery fur brushing against his red cheeks as she thrust him into the warm depths of her bust. The breast below his head cushioned him with its wonderful plumpness, a giant pillow of flesh sheathed in fine fur, the other pressing on him from above. He breathed in lungfuls of her fruity scent with every breath, a hint of enticing, feminine musk following behind it as she cuddled him.

Her other hand crawled down his back and tugged him closer, his entire body above the thighs sinking into her cushioned belly, softer and deeper than even the mattress that lay beneath them. Her flesh engulfed him like it was a living thing that was trying to swallow him up, irresistibly touchable and inviting as he buried his fingers in the blubbery layer of insulating fat.

Kofe sealed the deal with her arms, her biceps bulging as she squeezed him so tightly that he could scarcely breathe. Was it not for the girth that cushioned him, she likely would have crushed him into a pancake. After a few moments of almost giddy hugging, she loosened her hold a little, keeping him close but giving him more room to catch his breath.

"I thought you might pass out back there," she said, her breasts wobbling around his head like jello as she chuckled at him. "Did it feel good?"

He mumbled something inaudible, his voice muffled by her cleavage, and so she reached up to move one of her breasts out of the way so that she could make out what he was saying.

"Obviously," he repeated, and she laughed again.

"Tell me how it felt, come on! Tell me what you liked best so that I'll know what to do next time."

"Next time?" Miller asked sarcastically, "aren't you being a little presumptuous?"

"Oh, as if you could stay away from me," she shot back with a smirk. "I bet if I picked you up and put you outside, you'd be scratching at the door like a stray dog within ten minutes. Come on, tell me. You can't keep secrets from me now...I bet I could make you sing like a bird with the right kind of encouragement."

He reddened as she watched him intently, smirking at his embarrassment.

"It felt...good."

"Only good?" Kofe asked skeptically.

"Okay, it felt amazing," he conceded. "Your fur feels so good when it's wet, and your tongue...don't even get me started on your tongue."

"I'm getting you started," she said, encouraging him with a prod of her finger.

"It's so long and flexible, you have such fine control over it. When you coil it around me and start sliding it up and down..."

Kofe shot him a toothy grin, leaning down to nuzzle as she rubbed her pink nose against his cheek.

"You like that, huh? I thought as much, based on the adorable noises that you were making."

They cuddled for a while, the slow rise and fall of Kofe's soft chest somehow hypnotic. It made him want to sleep, she was just so warm and inviting. The Polar was like a giant, living teddy bear that could hug you back, her claws combing his hair as he breathed in her familiar fragrance. His seething afterglow only contributed to the sensation of peace and satisfaction. He was in heaven, the fluffy, white fur that he was buried in serving the role of the puffy clouds.

CHAPTER 8: SILVER TONGUE

Kofe let him rest for a while, purring softly as she stroked his head, keeping him trapped tightly against her yielding body. After what might have been minutes or hours, he couldn't tell, a sudden movement roused him. She rolled onto her back, the mattress beneath her bouncing and the bed's frame creaking ominously, releasing him from her hold. Her breasts parted, gravity attempting to drag the heavy globes down, and he found himself lying on top of her. She could have served as a bed in her own right, he could have slept on her cushy body like it was a queen-sized mattress and he could have used her breasts as pillows.

"You rub my back, I'll rub yours," she said with a suggestive grin.

"It's scratch your back, and what do you..?" Kofe pointed towards her parted thighs with a clawed finger. "Oh, right," he added. He began to crawl down her massive body, her soft fat oddly difficult to move on, he kept wobbling and losing his balance. Finally, he felt the fur of her tree trunk-like thighs brush against his legs, and then his knees found the bed sheet.

Miller kneeled between her legs, Kofe propping herself up on her elbows so that she could see over the twin mounds of her breasts and her obscuring belly. His heart raced in his chest, he was unsure of what was about to happen, but he knew that he wanted to return the favor. She had made him feel so, so good, and he wanted to do the same for her. He had already heard Kofe extol the virtue of human tongues, so it shouldn't be too much of an ordeal to give her what she obviously wanted.

The problem was, he had never seen a Polar's loins before. Would they be huge? Strangely shaped? What if he couldn't recognize what he was looking at and he had no idea what to do with it? He rested his hands on her thighs, letting them sink into her downy fur, probing at the deep layer of fat beneath. He was presented with a view of her mound, as white and as fluffy as any other region of her body, her thighs extending to the left and right like oil drums wrapped in white velvet and decorated with the coffee stain spots from which she had earned her nickname. Above was the tire of her belly, which would have blocked his view of her had she not been bending over to compensate for it, her blue eyes peering at him from what felt like miles away.

He could see the anticipation in her expression, the way that she was biting her lip again, the rise and fall of her chest accentuated by her breasts.

Her white fur gave way to pink skin, fading from one color to the other to create a rose-tinted line between her thighs. Fat, puffy lips surrounded it, the fur sodden with clear fluid that made the fine hairs cling to her body. He reached down with both hands and parted her labia, exposing a glistening, pink vulva. She was impossibly wet, her excitement leaking from her winking opening in a steady stream as her massive body shifted at his touch, Kofe loosing a drawn-out sigh as he peered down at her anatomy.

It was hot, feverish, he could feel the warmth that radiated from it on his lips as he leaned down closer. Kofe was larger than a human woman, at least as far as he could remember, but not dramatically so. Immediately he felt himself becoming hard again, staring at the wet flesh as it flexed and moved, her feminine scent overpowering the smell of her soaps and perfumes. It was enticing, primal, and his mouth began to water as his fingers skirted her sex.

He used his thumbs to keep her lips open, so soft and plump, tinted that delicate shade of pink that set something off in his animal brain. Nobody's genitals were especially attractive, but something about Kofe's neat folds and the contrast between her pristine fur and her blushing womanhood fogged his brain with arousal. Maybe it was because he liked her so much, or maybe Polars were just very aesthetically pleasing. Either way, he had never felt such a strong urge to eat someone out before.

"Are you just gonna look at it?" Kofe chimed, snapping him out of his trance.

"What if I am?"

"Jeff," she moaned, "stop teasing! I want you so bad..."

Her sultry plea was impossible to refuse. He drew closer, giving it a tentative lick, tasting metal on his tongue as he ran it over her exposed flesh. It was slick with a thick layer of her juices. They had the consistency of syrup, and they clung to him in thin strands, breaking as his tongue slid back into his mouth. His next attempt was more enthusiastic, Miller dragging his tongue along her vulva, his organ gliding between her labia. He felt a shudder run through her massive body, looking up over her belly to see her chewing on one of her black claws as she watched with drooping eyelids.

He was suddenly struck by how cute she looked. It hit him like a lightning bolt, his heart missing a beat as Kofe cocked her head at him, her feline nose twitching. Before she could ask what was the matter, he delved his face between her thighs, intent on tasting every inch of her.

His Polar companion shivered and mewled as if she was a giant cat, Miller using the tip of his tongue to trace every fold and crease of her loins, mouthing and kissing wetly as he went. He teased her with his lips, circling her opening with his tongue, dragging its surface up and down her mound like he was trying to paint it with his saliva. A strong desire to please her had overcome his reservations, his pace greedy and wanton.

Kofe had such a powerful reaction, it was encouraging, erotic. She was having trouble keeping still. He could feel the way that her hips, far wider than his shoulders, rolled and thrust as if some subconscious part of her was trying to fuck his tongue. She arched her long spine, her fat thighs and belly trembling with every minor movement, her long tail waving back and forth as it trailed off the nearest side of the bed.

"Fuck," she groaned, her rumbling purring making her voice sound like a growl. It would have been intimidating had he not already been familiar with the odd vocalization. Far from being threatening, it was an involuntary expression of her pleasure, she couldn't seem to help herself. "Your tongue is...amazing..."

She rocked her head back, out of view from his perspective, her body writhing on the mattress as she made efforts to keep her hips from bucking out of his reach. Miller slid one hand beneath her body, her massive butt cheeks malleable enough that even the weight that she was resting on them did nothing to hinder him, and he took a handful of her fur for purchase. He used two fingers on his free hand to hold her labia apart, keeping up his ardent licking.

Her juices were coming thicker and faster, almost as if someone had upended a bottle of personal lubricant inside her and it was slowly escaping, the goo sticking to his lips and hanging from his chin in ropes. It was drenching the fur around her loins, making it wet and sticky, but Miller had decided that he very much enjoyed the feeling of her wet fur against his skin.

The heat was incredible, almost alarming, her swollen lips nearly warm enough to scald him.

"I thought Railha was exaggerating," Kofe moaned, her husky voice cracking as he doted on her. "How is it so smooth? I feel like I'm going crazy..."