Hot Kofe

"Now who's singing like a bird?" Miller crowed, pausing his licking and rising above the hump of her belly to give her a mischievous grin. Gelatinous ropes of her fluid linked his lips to her burning loins, Kofe seeming to falter at the sight, slowly bringing her claw to her mouth and beginning to nibble on it again.

"That's a good look for you, Jeff..."

He wiped the strands away with the back of his hand, his cheeks flushing red, then dipped back down to resume his work. He slid his questing organ downwards, pushing his tongue into her twitching passage and feeling it seize around him like a Chinese finger trap, tighter and more muscular than he would have imagined possible.

She was so large, and yet her tunnel clenched around him with such force that he would be hard-pressed to get so much as a finger inside her. It expelled his tongue, too slippery and damp to hold onto. He withdrew his hand from beneath her butt and brought up his index finger, pushing it inside her and feeling her satin flesh grip him like a fist. It was textured and irregular, he could feel the folds and bumps as they pressed around him, her muscles trembling beyond the delicate walls. It was like sliding his finger into a twitching, shifting tunnel lined with the most lavish silk, soaked in warm slime that had the viscosity of honey.

Miller's member bounced in the air as he imagined what being inside her might feel like. He had been concerned that he wasn't large enough to satisfy her, but right now it felt like she was trying to crush his digit, it was almost painful.

He crawled his lips slowly higher, flicking her with his tongue as he went, until he located something firm and rounded. Kofe sucked in a sharp breath and lurched, very nearly launching him off the bed, Miller gripping her thigh to save himself from toppling to the floor.

"There, right there," she hissed through gritted teeth. It was her clitoris, similarly positioned to that of a human woman, but larger. It was about as big as the tip of his thumb, a shiny nub of flesh that was hidden beneath a hood of protective skin. Miller circled his tongue around it, skirting the sensitive bud as she writhed on the sheets, keeping her on edge as he teased her.

"By the great mother...keep that up you adorable little..." Kofe's voice tapered out into a low growl, her furry tail coiling around his waist and gripping him as if she was trying to prevent him from escaping. "This is...we are doing this every day from now on," she huffed. "Twice a day..."

She let out a disappointed whine as Miller stopped his licking, rising to smirk at her, wetting his thumb with her juices and using it to rub her weak spot. He went painfully slow, tormenting her with a cruel rhythm, just enough to keep the giant alien on the brink.

"Tell me what you like about me," Miller demanded, turning the tables on her as she wriggled restlessly on the bed.

"I thought engineers were supposed to be smart, yet here you are stealing ideas from the sandwich girl."

"Sorry, I didn't hear that," he said as he poised with his tongue an inch from her dripping loins.

"I said," Kofe began, "I thought that engineers were supposed to-"

She trailed off into a lurid moan as he interrupted her, sliding his tongue up her vulva like he was licking an ice cream cone.

"Sorry, still can't make out what you're saying."

"You little beast, I know that you-"

He began to move his finger inside her, stroking her fleshy walls from within, keeping up his rubbing as her comment was cut off by a pitiable mewl. Seeing her like this was turning Miller on more than he had expected. She was so large and powerful, yet here she was completely at his mercy, her eight-foot frame brought to heel by a one-inch tongue.

"I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine," he said, watching her try to refocus her blue eyes as if she was drunk.

"You already know what I like about you," she mumbled, "I thought I made that pretty clear already."

"Well I want to hear it again."

He started to curl his finger inside her, feeling her muscles spasm, Kofe biting her lip as the waves of pleasure rocked her. Her juices were flowing even more now, seeping out past his finger to wet the sheets beneath her, the lewd sounds that she was making encouraging his probing.

"Oh, that finger is so smooth," she whined as she cradled her face in her fluffy hands. "Nobody has ever been able to touch me there before, not like that..."

"Come on, spit it out," he said as her muscles clenched around his finger like they were attempting to milk it. She feigned annoyance, but her body betrayed how much she was enjoying her present predicament, her loins sucking on him like a mouth and her excitement dampening her fur.

"I love your tongue," she whined, covering her face with her hands. "I almost can't believe that it's real. Your fingers too, you can reach all the way inside me. You have no idea how crazy that is to a Polar. I've never had someone's finger inside me like this before, they'd slice me up."

He curled his digit inside her as if to demonstrate her point, the eight-foot alien trembling like a leaf.

"Keep going, and I'll use my tongue again," he said. That caught her attention, and her next statement was hurried and gasping, as if she was counting down the seconds.

"I-I love that you're so small. You're like a little hairless kitten, but at the same time you're so surly and gruff, it drives me crazy. I just want to pick you up off the ground and squeeze the air out of your lungs all the time, but I know that you'd hate it. Yet somehow that makes me want to do it even more. You're so fucking cute Jeff."

"I am not cute," he insisted.

"The fact that you don't think you're cute just makes you cuter."

He polished her clitoris with his thumb, ensuring that it was good and slippery, increasing his pace as punishment for her teasing. She pushed the heels of her hands into her eyes, baring her sharp teeth as her hips rose off the bed. Her massive thighs were trembling, she was really close, but he wanted to draw out her exquisite suffering a little longer.

"You're the only human that I've ever met who could go toe to toe with a Polar," she added. "You even managed to fool me, and that's on top of being an adorable little creature that I want to fuck into the ground."

She was right on the edge, he could feel it in the way that she was thrusting against his hand, the Polar rambling as her arousal got the better of her.

"I love the way that you pretend you're not into it when I hit on you. I love how your face turns red when you're embarrassed, so that you can't hide it from me no matter how hard you try. I love the way that you throb between my lips when you come, I love your taste and you smell. I love how you're covered in my scent right now, and you can't even tell."

He brought his face back down between her thighs, gripping her with one hand as best he could while the other continued to plunge in and out of her. He struggled to slide a second finger inside her, her narrow passage resisting, but thanks to how slippery she was he eventually succeeded. His lips sealed around her clitoris, and he began to suck gently, drawing it out from beneath its protective hood. He alternated between slow, placating strokes of his tongue and rapid licks that teased its smooth surface. Hearing those words come from her mouth, seeing the state that she was in, it made him feel as if bringing her to completion was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Kofe mewled and purred as he circled her firm bud, drawing shapes on it, pinching it between his lips and doting on it with his wet muscle. All the while he plunged his fingers as deep as they would go into her pulsating loins, moving his digits independently of one another to create a sensation that was wholly alien to her. Just as he had been blown away by what she could do with her prehensile tongue, so too was Kofe having her world turned upside down by his unique traits, and he knew just what she wanted.

His pace reached a fever pitch, Kofe writhing as he played his tongue across her loins. The clenching of her passage around his fingers was becoming painful, crushing them against one another, but he endured as he used them to stroke and caress. He wrapped one arm around her thigh to stop her from wriggling free during the throes of her ecstasy, only able to reach about two-thirds of the way around it, her thrusting and squirming making the bed frame clatter against the wall behind the headboard. She gripped him around the waist with her tail, ensuring that he didn't topple onto the floor, but it was still like trying to eat someone out while riding a bucking bronco.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she whined. He felt her claws on his scalp, the alien doubling over and reaching down to press his face into her crotch, her hold on him gentle yet firm. Suddenly her thighs snapped shut around his head like a furry bear trap, a low moan emanating from the Polar. It was alarming at first, but her fat was so deep and plush, Kofe careful not to apply too much pressure. She was strong enough to pop his head like a cherry, but she was always conscious of their difference in stature.

Now engulfed in her warm fur, slick with her slime, he felt a massive tremor roll through her body. Her muscles tensed, a whine catching in her throat, the rolling of her wide hips halting abruptly. She shuddered, Miller feeling the tremors as her legs shook, her sopping tunnel spasming around his fingers. Her muscles slid up his digits in waves, starting at the knuckle and gliding towards the tip, as if her beleaguered body was trying to pull him deeper.

The brief moment of silent shivering was followed by a drawn-out growl, halfway between a rumbling purr and what sounded like a pissed off lion. She fell back onto the bed, fucking the air desperately as a climax ripped through her. The seizing of her pelvic muscles expelled a flood of clear fluid that coated his hand in a slimy glaze, splashing her thighs and wetting his chin, matting her silky fur and making it stick to his face. Miller continued his licking all the same, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure that he could as Kofe was reduced to a panting wreck.

It went on for longer than he felt was reasonable, until she finally released her tight hold around his head, collapsing into a furry heap on the bed as he tried in vain to wipe away the sagging mass of Polar come that was dangling from his chin.

She lay on her back, her eyes unfocused, residual bursts of pleasure making her flinch and gasp like she was being electrocuted. Her inner thighs and her fluffy mound were coated in a sheen of fluid, her splayed lips swollen and rosy as they dripped like a drooling mouth.

When she had recovered enough to form a coherent sentence, she propped herself up on her elbows, looking down between her parted legs at Miller. She grinned drunkenly, swaying gently, and leaned down to grab him. In an instant she transitioned from lying on her back to sitting cross-legged, surprisingly flexible considering her size and weight, planting Miller in her lap and cradling him in her arms like he was a baby. The meat of her breasts cascaded over his shoulder and belly, pressing down on him with a now all too familiar heft, and he struggled to get his face out from beneath her bust like a drowning sailor trying to get his head above water.

Kofe hugged him tightly, making good on her threats, smiling wider than he had ever seen. She was positively beaming, and he got the impression that it went beyond simple afterglow.

"I'm putting you on a new diet," she whispered, "and I think you can guess what the main food group is."

"Coffee?" Miller asked.

She grinned, wiping his face clean of her juices with her fluffy hand.

"Um, by the way, make sure you shower thoroughly before you go back to work tomorrow. It won't be detectable to a human nose, but right now you reek of sex. It'll drive any Borealans within half a mile of you to distraction."

"Oh, so that's what you meant when you said that I was covered in your scent," he mused. Kofe put a hand to her mouth, failing to suppress a bashful chuckle.

"Oh no, did I really say that?"

"Yep, you kind of went off the rails back there."

"That's your fault, wiseguy," she muttered as she leaned down to kiss him. She supported his head with her hand, pulling him closer and joining their lips, her serpentine tongue winding its way into his mouth. Her embrace was slow and gentle, oddly soothing, making Miller feel as if all the strength was being drained from his body. Kofe switched gears between raunchy and romantic at such a rapid rate, he never knew what she was going to do next.

She stayed locked with him for a good minute, the slow strokes of her tongue making his heart skip in his chest, until she finally pulled back to gaze down at him with a blend of adoration and lust.

"You taste of me," she muttered, the thought clearly filling her with a fresh surge of arousal. "You ready for the main course?"

The meaning was obvious, and Miller swallowed conspicuously, nodding his head. He wanted so badly to feel those slimy muscles contracting around his shaft, to join with her in the most intimate way, but this was also what he had been the most apprehensive of. She was so much larger and heavier than he was, she could probably pummel his pelvis into bone dust if she even slightly misjudged her own strength. His survival instincts and his desire for her held a brief battle in his head, but his libido won out, and he kept his concerns to himself as she lowered him to the mattress.

Kofe loomed over him, her weight making her knees sink deep into the bed as she swung one leg over his prone body, her size seeming even more monstrous as she straddled him. Her thighs were so long that her sodden loins were still a foot higher than his erection, however, the Polar sinking a hand into one of her breasts to knead it in anticipation as she looked down at him.

"H-Hang on," Miller stammered, his worries getting the better of him. "Is this...safe? Maybe I should be on top?"

"Trust me," Kofe chuckled, "I'll be gentle with you."

"I don't doubt that, but if you lose your balance, you're going to turn me into a pancake."

She paused for a moment, scratching her furry chin with one of her hooked claws as she pondered their predicament. It seemed that neither of them had planned this far ahead, expecting sex to just work when their bodies were configured so differently. Kofe was a good two feet taller than him at least, and she must weigh as much as four or five adult humans. Her sheer size meant that many of the positions that Miller was familiar with were simply unfeasible. She could crush him during cowgirl, doggy would require him to stand on the bed to reach her.

Come on Miller, he thought to himself. You're an engineer, and this is a mechanical problem. Treat it as such, figure something out! In the absence of acrobatic sex aids like winches and angled pillows, there must still be some positions that both participants would find comfortable.

"How about this," he suggested, "we could lie on our sides and try it that way."

"Yeah, that could work," Kofe replied with a nod. She swung her leg back over him and lowered herself down beside him, lounging like she was posing for a photo shoot. She moved slowly, conscious of the fact that she would probably launch him into the ceiling if she let all of her weight fall on her side of the mattress at once. Fortunately, it was Polar-sized, you could probably have parked an average-sized car on it.

She lay on her side, the curve of her hip towering above him like a rolling hill, covered in white fur instead of green grass. Her belly and bust fell towards the mattress in an avalanche of flesh, her breasts pressed tightly together by their sheer weight, making her look like a wax sculpture that was in the process of melting. She propped her face up in her hand, her elbow sinking into the mattress as she waited for him to get into position.

The bed sagged beneath her, Miller drawn towards the recess in the sheets like it was magnetic, and he struggled to keep himself from rolling into her. He shuffled down her body until their hips were level, her furry breasts now an inch from his nose due to their difference in stature.

"Alright," he said, surveying her massive body like he was directing repairs on a fuel tanker. "If you extend your right leg so that it's straight, then lift your left leg and hook it over me, we should be able to uh...make this work."

She did as he instructed, extending her digitigrade right leg so that it was straight and then raising her left leg over him, hooking him with her calf and pulling him flush against her body. She angled her hips slightly to get closer, her knee resting on the mattress behind him so that the considerable weight of her thigh wasn't resting on him. Still, it was so heavily padded with insulating fat that it spilled over him like warm a blanket, the feeling of her downy fur and warm fat as it molded around his bare skin was so inviting. She wrapped her free arm around him, holding him close as the meat of her breasts pressed against his face.

They were in position, lying side by side on the bed, Miller's erection brushing against the still damp fur of her mound. He reached down and gripped his member, navigating by touch as her voluptuous body obstructed his view, searching for the warmth of her loins. He located her hot, slick flesh, Kofe sighing contentedly as he pressed his glans up against it. He felt her lips graze the tip of his cock, slick with her juices, and beyond them was the wet velvet of her vulva.

He rubbed up and down its length for a moment, probing for the entrance, then found it. There was considerable resistance, his member almost seeming to bend as he pushed his hips towards her, and then he broke through. Despite her enormous size, she was so damned tight. He slid halfway inside her, slimy satin enclosing him on all sides, her muscular passage constricting around him like the coils of a snake trying to choke its prey.

Kofe mewled happily, using her leg and her arm to press him up against her body as if trying to pull him deeper. His face was thrust further into the warm fluff of her boobs, malleable enough to engulf his head almost completely, his torso pressing into the paunch of her belly. He reached an arm up and around her waist, not long enough to make it even halfway, sinking his fingers into her doughy body in an attempt to find purchase. It was like trying to hug a waterbed that had been filled with liquid soap instead of water, heavy and yielding, yet delightfully supple.

For Kofe, it was a battle to keep him close while her vast body sought to push him away, her breasts and stomach seeking to expel him and return to their original shape. She compensated by holding him tightly, Miller being swallowed up by her until he was almost completely out of view.

She angled her hips so that her lower body was slightly on top of him, using the leverage to press down on him and force him deeper inside her. He groaned into her bust as the slippery walls of her narrow tunnel slid against his shaft, feeling every bump and wrinkle that grazed his skin, until she finally took him to the hilt.

Buried as deep as he could get, her heat permeated him to the core. Her body was so hot, she was burning up, that wonderful warmth radiating through him. It was like warming one's hands at the fireside on a cold night, chasing away the chill in the air. It was so alluring, captivating, he wanted more...

They stayed that way for a minute or two, Miller nestled in a prison of fat and fur, her warm body pressing down on him from all sides as they simply enjoyed one another. He felt every subtle movement of her silken loins as they shifted around him, the slow massage of her restless muscles making him jump and throb inside her, Kofe in turn able to feel every pulse of blood that surged through his veins. There was no violent thrusting, no frenzied rutting, merely the exquisite sensation of two living beings joined as one.