Hot Kofe

"It's beating inside me like a heart," she whispered, "I could stay like this forever..."

"Don't tempt me," he mumbled. He should be excited, driven out of his mind by lust, yet he felt so relaxed. Kofe chuckled, the movement of her chest making her boobs jiggle around his head, and he exhaled slowly as he felt her run her hand up and down his back. Her fur was so pleasant against his skin, the light touch of her claws teasing him, and he felt her warm breath blow in his hair as she leaned her head down close to him. Kofe was now almost in a fetal position, her massive body curling around Miller's smaller frame.

"Let me know when you want to start moving," she whispered, "I really want you to enjoy this. We should go slow, take our time. We have all night to enjoy each other, to figure each other out."

Miller would never admit it, but right now he felt as if any fast movement would send him over the edge. He didn't remember sex feeling like this before, had it always felt like this? Her tight passage rippled and undulated around his erection like it was trying to swallow him, caressing him with delicate flesh that was soaked with her thick juices. It was a tiny slice of heaven, the swells and tides of tingling pleasure washing up through his body like waves crashing against the shore.

He could barely think, his brain popping and crackling like it was being fried in oil, a tingling sensation spreading through him as if electricity was arching between his nerves. They hadn't even started moving yet...

"I can't hold off any longer," he finally said, "I'm gonna go crazy."

"Go for it," Kofe chuckled, and he began to thrust. He dragged his member out of her, her velvet walls clinging to him with a powerful suction, and then slammed back inside her. He could get so deep, the giant alien twitching and sighing as he pushed his member into her most intimate reaches. All the while her flesh pressed around him, Miller assailed by so many conflicting sensations that he couldn't process them, his mind blanking out as his hips moved mechanically. The pressure, the wetness, the silkiness...it was irresistible.

Kofe responded in kind, gently pushing down to meet his thrusts, controlling her heavy hips expertly. She was as lithe and as flexible as a belly dancer despite her obvious size, shimmying and rolling her pelvis as her loins flexed around him with all the dexterity of a hand gloved in satin. It was downright artistic, she had such fine control over her muscles, making a slow figure of eight with her hips that dug his shaft into her sensitive walls at new and exciting angles.

It quickly got the better of him, Miller losing his cool and dropping his facade of stoicism as she gave him a taste of paradise.

"Kofe," he whined, his hands sinking into her plump thighs and hips as she rode him. "Where the hell did you learn to do this?"

"Do what?" she asked, perplexed by his reaction.

"That thing you're doing with your hips," he gasped, his spine arching as she ground his member against her insides like she was trying to scratch a stubborn itch.

"Oh? Don't humans make love like this?"

"None that I've ever been with, this is..." His statement tapered into a groan as she pressed her hips down on him, heavy enough that the motion sank him deep into the mattress. A satisfying ache permeated his lower body, her pelvic floor muscles squeezing him in waves.

"Humans are pretty prudish," she said, releasing him from under her weight and resuming her slow circling. "Maybe your women don't learn these tricks? If they can't talk about it, who can teach them?"

He had buried his face between her boobs again, unable to formulate a coherent reply, and she smirked down at him as she elaborated.

"Polars learn how to please each other as soon as they come of age," she explained, her voice cracking on a particularly aggressive downward thrust. "There's no shortage of mature females willing to break in a young man and teach him how to make a woman happy. How to pace himself, how to move, how to use his tongue."

Miller clawed at her thigh, clinging to her as she switched up the pace of her lovemaking, the springs of the bed creaking beneath them. She swallowed, catching her breath for a moment before continuing.

"There were plenty of older women ready to teach us tricks, eager to impart generations of experience. They taught the burgeoning females how to move, how to flow like water, how formless rutting can be transformed into a graceful dance."

He felt like he was losing his mind, hiding his burning face in the fluff of her chest so that she couldn't see it, the muscles in his body no longer obeying him. It was like she had burrowed into his nervous system, he couldn't stop himself from moving, like he was running on autopilot. Higher thought gave way to primal instinct, her juices seeping around his shaft as he plunged in and out of her. Not that he would have stopped if he could regain control of his faculties, he was on cloud nine.

"We don't have the same hangups that you do, we don't really have strong sexual preferences either. We learned by doing, through practice. Hours and hours of practice," she muttered, staring into the distance as she remembered the exploratory fumblings of her youth. "You remind me of a young Polar," she cooed, "learning what your body can do for the first time."

She cradled his head in her fluffy palm, rocking her hips in a slow and punishing waltz, at once forceful and gentle. Every thrust brought with it a surge of electrifying pleasure, making Miller feel like he was floating, his body matching pace with hers as they moved together.

Her tempo increased, her breathing growing labored as they pushed each other higher. There was no urgency, no mad dash to the finish line that usually made up the brunt of a sexual encounter, both participants chasing that fleeting moment of ecstasy as if it might somehow escape them. Instead, Miller felt like they could keep this up forever. Rather than struggling to reach those heights, now he had to focus on staving them off, Kofe's gyrating hips keeping him teetering on the edge of orgasm. She could make him come at any time, it would only take a final, powerful thrust. But instead, she prolonged their coupling. Climax was not the goal, merely an inevitable conclusion, the slow climb towards it was to be savored and enjoyed.

They clung to one another, roaming hands exploring alien bodies, silent save for the sounds of gasps and sighs. Verbal communication was no longer necessary, they had transcended it, the flexing of muscles and the low moans of pleasure conveying far more than simple words ever could.

Miller could feel that his partner was nearing her limits too, her hot passage milking him in ever more frequent contractions, the two of them locked together in a kind of maddening feedback loop. Like the slow boiling of a kettle, the heat and pressure slowly increased, Kofe's graceful and measured strokes becoming more erratic. He was drenched in sweat, it was like the sauna all over again, her fur sticking to his wet skin as her body trapped the heat.

Minutes must have passed, ten or fifteen, maybe twenty. Miller's perception of time was warped, the world beyond their bed melting away as if they inhabited a pocket dimension all their own. All he could see was her furry body moving atop him, all he could smell was her flowery perfume, all that he could feel were the swells of pleasure that ebbed and flowed in time with the movements of her hips. It saturated him, not localized merely in his loins, but permeating every cell in his body. He felt like he was in a trance, or as if he had taken some kind of psychotropic drug.

It was becoming too much to bear, his resolve slipping with each thrust. Kofe didn't need to ask if he was close, she was intuitive enough to sense it, feeling the way that his member pulsed inside her and hearing the quickening of his heart.

Without so much as a word, she pulled him tight, using her leg to lock him inside her. With one monumental thrust, she drove him as deep as he could reach, the final surge of raw pleasure enough to send him toppling over the edge. He took fistfuls of her silky fur as she sent him into a convulsive climax, holding him against her body to keep him buried in her reaches as he bucked and writhed, gritting his teeth to stave off the unbecoming wail that was struggling to escape his throat.

He erupted inside her, a torrent of his emission pouring from his surging member to flood her passage, the giant alien loosing an almost inaudible whine as she felt the heat of it spread through her. His thick ejaculate splashed against her velvet walls in viscous ropes, forced into the depths of her trembling loins as his member flexed and jumped. Each throb was followed by searing pleasure, harsh and exquisite, each wave more powerful than the last. It just kept coming, his muscles burning as they gave her everything that he had.

Kofe was shivering, her loins practically vibrating around his length, her breathing ragged and shallow. As another wad of his fluid was pumped inside her, she joined him in his climax, her breath catching in her throat as her muscles seized around him. The sensation was that of a fleshy vice crushing him on all sides, this new tightness forcing a gasp from his lips. Kofe wrapped both arms around his body and hugged him close as her orgasm tore through her.

Their hips crashed together, their bodies abandoning the slow burn of lovemaking and attempting to maximize their pleasure, every thrust fucking the gelatinous mess deeper inside her. Her nethers sucked at him like an eager mouth, her muscle control adding a new layer of sensation, as if a phantom hand had reached past the barrier of her flesh and was kneading him from the base to the tip.

Gradually the raging fire of their passion abated, turning to smoldering embers, leaving the pair panting and squirming on the sodden sheets as they slowly came to their senses. It was like climbing out of a pool of molasses, Miller's rational mind pulling itself free from the mire of lust and ecstasy that had swallowed it.

They remained joined for a time, as if they were too afraid to move, sparks of residual pleasure coursing through their nervous systems to make them twitch and shiver. Kofe finally slid slowly up his shaft and let his member fall free, followed by a torrent of their mingling fluids, an obscene concoction of excitement and semen that spilled forth with the consistency of syrup. Globs of it matted her inner thighs as it seeped from her swollen lips, ropes of it sagging to fall to the sheets below.

His alien lover collapsed beside him on the bed. She was lying more on her front than on her side, one of her long arms draped across his chest, and her leg still hooked around his hips as he lay on his back. Her breathing was now deep and regular, tremors passing through her massive body as aftershocks rocked her. She was no doubt swimming in the same afterglow that Miller was, the lingering euphoria joined by the dull ache of exertion.

He felt her hand on his cheek, and she turned his face towards hers, laughing giddily as she pressed closer to give him an affectionate peck. It quickly morphed into a more salacious kiss, her tongue pushing past his lips and entwining with his own, her wanton embrace dragging on and becoming more urgent the longer it lasted. When she finally broke off, she was still giggling drunkenly to herself, watching him intently as he caught his breath. Her lung capacity dwarfed that of any human.

"Are you glad that you changed your mind about me now?" Kofe asked, failing to suppress a smirk.

"I'm still adding up the pros and cons," he replied, and she chuckled again. "I'm starting to appreciate the temperature in this room though," he added. Kofe's bedroom was pleasantly cold now that his body temperature had gone through the roof, the chill in the air helping to cool him off. Kofe drew a circle on his chest with the pad on her index finger, examining him with her reflective, blue eyes.

"You're all wet," she mused.

"That's sweat," he explained, "you knew that humans sweat to cool themselves down. You saw me in the sauna, and I remember you talking about it at the restaurant."

"I know," she added as she slid her hand down his belly, the sheen of perspiration making her touch slippery. "But now I can touch it without you flinching away, I can taste it..." She leaned down and dragged her tongue across his chest, the warmth of her saliva contrasting with the cool air. "It's salty. Makes you look all shiny too."

As he slowly cooled, he was able to get closer to Kofe, her massive body still radiating warmth like a living space heater. He nestled in her arms, resting his cheek against her bust, enjoying the sensation of her fur against his face as her chest slowly rose and fell. Their encounter had left him so sensitive, the gentle brush of her velvet coat on his skin somehow amplified. Everything felt wonderful, his body was flooded with enough endorphins that he feared he might never return to a normal state of mind.

"What was it that you were saying earlier about young Polars?" Miller asked, clasping his fingers behind his head and shifting his weight to get more comfortable. He would be ready for another round soon, but he needed a good quarter hour to recover.

"That you remind me of a young male who just shared a sleeping pile with a few females for the first time?"

"No," he grumbled, his cheeks reddening. "What you said about how you guys teach each other to..."

"How to please our partners?" Kofe finished, and Miller nodded. "Well," she continued, "our culture is a little more...liberal than yours when it comes to sexuality. I've noticed that humans seem to see promiscuity as a vice, but for us, it's just a natural part of our social interaction. We use it to gain standing in the pack, recreationally amongst friends, even communally as part of a festival or celebration."

"That's a little hard to get my head around," Miller said, "humans don't usually have sex unless they're in some kind of relationship."

"Now I know that's not true," Kofe replied skeptically.

"Well...we're not supposed to in any case."

"It seems to me that humans have almost as much sex as Polars do, they just go about it differently. Your people need an excuse, a reason to have sex, like they're trying to convince themselves that there's some purpose to it beyond just feeling good and making someone happy. You get hung up about gender too."

"How do you mean?"

"Have you ever been with someone of the same sex?"

"Of course not," he laughed, "I'm straight."

"Why? What don't you like about boys?"

"I'm just wired that way," he replied with a shrug, "I didn't choose who I wanted to be attracted to."

"So are all humans straight?" Kofe asked.

"The majority are, but there are some people who are exclusively attracted to partners of the same sex, and a minority who like both."

"There aren't really any Borealans who are straight," she said, the concept seeming to perplex her. "Some people have preferences for one sex or the other, but I've never seen someone refuse a willing partner on those grounds."

"So...you've been with other women?" Miller asked sheepishly. Kofe noticed the change in the tone of his voice. She was as sharp as a razor, her senses perfectly attuned to picking up on emotional cues.

"Yeah," she replied slyly, edging closer to him and draping an arm around him as she scrutinized his face for tells. "Why? Is that taboo for humans?"

"Not really," he muttered, "it just stood out as unusual to me."

Kofe wasn't buying it, resting her face in one hand as she drew shapes on his torso with the other, her fingers roaming from his neck to his belly as she curled her lips into a seductive smile.

"Do you want to hear some of Kofe's old war stories? Is that it? Shall I tell you about all of the socially unacceptable and offensive behavior that we used to get up to back when we were young and curious?"

"Uh...I don't know," he stammered, "isn't that kind of private?"

"You might not know," she cooed, turning her eyes downwards. "But somebody sure does..." She reached out a finger and brushed the tip of his erection, watching it bounce in the air and giving him a knowing smirk. "I think that he wants to hear all about it, and I think he wants all the sordid details too. You'll just have to cover your ears if it offends your fragile human sensibilities."

CHAPTER 9: SORDID STORIES

Kofe shifted positions, shuffling up towards the top of the bed and leaning back against the headboard, sitting upright on the mattress. Before Miller could protest, she had hooked him with her prehensile tail and had sat him between her legs, her arms crossing around his chest as her heavy breasts pressed down on him. It was like trying to carry a whole extra person across his shoulders, her fur brushing his cheeks and spilling down his chest as they molded around him, cushioning his head. Her belly was like a lumbar pillow, soft and bouncy as he sank into it. She closed her thighs around him too, then curled her tail about her legs for good measure, preventing his escape.

"Are you comfy?" Kofe asked, her warm breath blowing his hair from above.

"Not really," Miller complained.

"Now let me see...how long ago was it? This was back on Borealis mind you, we only emigrated to Siberia four or five years ago. I should probably start by describing what a Polar settlement looks like. Imagine endless ice fields as far as the eye can see, dotted by a few trees clinging to life here and there. Craggy mountains in the distance, frozen lakes, and in the middle of it all a little village comprised of wooden huts. There's a longhouse in the center where the highest ranked member of the pack lives, and surrounding it are smaller shacks that were erected either by family units or smaller packs, sometimes individuals."

It was a good description, Miller could see it in his mind's eye, not too different from the way that the native people of cold climates used to live on Earth.

"Inside the longhouse is a huge table," she continued, "where feasts and communal events are held. It's so long that you can seat two or three dozen Polars at the same time. Fire pits are kept burning at all hours of the day to stave off the cold and to cook food, and there are beds and other kinds of seating arrangements lining the walls between the pillars that hold up the ceiling. It's a hostel as much as a town hall, a place for people to sleep and hang out, the center of Polar life."

"I think I see where this is going," Miller said.

"I'm getting to it! Be quiet. Now, Polars like to sleep in piles to keep warm. Half a dozen of us all pile into a bed, usually little more than a rat's nest of furs and cushions, and we sleep together. That's one of the hardest things about living on the station, by the way, sleeping alone. I don't know how humans do it."

"I doubt you'll find many humans who are fond of sleeping alone either, but we tend to limit our partners to one..."

"Anyway, as you can probably imagine, sometimes we do more than sleep. If you're sharing a pile and two of your neighbors start going at it, it's an open invitation to join in. After all, if they wanted privacy, they'd be doing it in their hut and not in the longhouse, right?"

"If you say so," Miller said, attempting to shrug but finding that her boobs were so heavy that he had difficulty moving his shoulders.

"That's the way a lot of Polars have their first experience. There's no stress about it, they don't have to worry about courting and all of those hoops that humans have to jump through. If they're of age, then they can stay the night in a longhouse, and if they want to start learning about their sexuality, well...they just find a suitable pile. You'd be hard pressed to find a Polar who doesn't jump at the chance to instruct a wide-eyed youth in the ways of love, teach them what their body can do. Nobody would pressure them into participating if they didn't want to of course. Many newcomers just sit nearby and watch for the first night or two, get a feel for what to expect before they take the plunge, so to speak."