Hot Kofe

"Come on, I saw how you reacted when you discovered what my tongue can do. Imagine how it would feel to have two Polars share you, to have them make out around your cock. It could be two girls if you're not into boys, but you'd be missing out, I hear that boys give far better blowjobs."

"Right now I'm having trouble handling even one Polar, never mind two."

"Alright, we'll shelve that idea for now. But believe me when I say that the whole colony would want a piece of you. Where was I? Oh yes. The older female ran me through my paces, showed me where to touch, where to lick and where to rub. It was amazing, like I was discovering all of these revelations about my own body. I must have come three or four times in the space of a couple of hours."

"A couple of hours?" Miller exclaimed, "that's quite a session for your first time."

"What can I say? We were young, energetic, and above all curious. I wanted to memorize all of it, and of course, I didn't want to the pleasure to stop. By the end of my...let's call it a crash course, I was ready for the main event. Me and Suki were both really out of it, drunk on euphoria in a way. After that many orgasms, it can be hard to keep your head on straight. We made love, and the two women watched, guiding us and giving us pointers where necessary. It was so much better than our first foray into sex, we were far better equipped to handle one another. It's hard to remember exactly when, that whole night is such a blur, but past a certain point the two females joined in. I mostly just remember writhing bodies, hands and tongues exploring me inside and out, Suki pressed against me between two large bodies."

"Polars have intense relationships," Miller commented, "I can't imagine having an experience like that with someone without it meaning something more."

"She was my childhood friend, I wanted to make her happy. Imagine if you had grown up with a cute girl, staying firm friends all the way into adulthood. Now imagine that her most earnest wish was to spend just one night with you. Wouldn't you do it? Wouldn't you want to make her happy?"

"That's not a very common scenario for humans, but...I don't know. Probably, yeah. I guess it's a little like friends with benefits, only less casual."

"The benefit is sex?" Kofe asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "So...there's one thing that bothers me. If you'd do all of that with a friend, then what does that make us? Do you see me as a friend, or as something more?"

"You don't need to feel jealous," Kofe chuckled, "although it's terribly cute. All of the people that I fooled around with, Suki and the other partners that I've had since, I left them all behind when I decided to leave the colony and come here. Do you think that I could have done that if I wanted them as mates?"

"I suppose not," he conceded.

"And if you want us to be exclusive, then we'll be exclusive. It's not like I'm going to get bored of you, we've barely scratched the surface..." He felt her puffy lips crawl down his neck towards his shoulder, mouthing gently as his member throbbed in her hand. "Speaking of which, it feels like you're ready for another round. I guess that means you liked my story..."

"For you, I've got at least two or three more rounds in me."

"Well, aren't you full of stamina. Should I lie down on my side again?"

"No, let's try it like this."

"Oh, face to face?" Kofe cooed, feigning surprise. "How romantic..."

She released him from her grasp, parting her furry thighs and letting him wriggle out from beneath her bust, turning to face her. She was sat on the mattress, leaning back against the headboard, her loins leaking in invitation. Apparently, he hadn't been the only one who had been aroused by the story.

Kneeling between her legs on the bed, all he had to do was push forward, and their hips were almost exactly level. It was a position that was very comfortable for Kofe, her large size no longer hindering her in such a relaxed posture, and it meant that Miller could control the pace of their coupling this time.

She rested her hands on her knees, letting him take the lead, watching curiously as he pressed his swollen member against her wet fur. It was so hot, the syrupy residue from their previous encounter still seeping from her opening and sticking to her mound. There was something lurid about the idea of pushing his erection into her while she was still soaked in come and fluids, and he let his cock throb against her satin flesh for a few moments. She looked so sore, her thick labia gliding against his skin, already wet with who knew what. Her pink flesh called to him from within the tuft of white fur, irresistible, the way that it caught the light tantalizing him.

He took his member in his hand and pressed it against her entrance, the ring of muscle twitching around his glans like a pair of lips, resisting him. Kofe's hanging chest wobbled as she took in a sharp breath, the viscous gunk that still coated her satin walls lubricating him, and he slid inside her with surprising ease. In a second he was pressed up against the roll of her belly, his balls slapping against her wet fur as he buried himself up to the base.

"Ah!" Kofe exclaimed, her eyelids fluttering as she gazed down at him with her feline eyes. "That felt good. I like this position...you're reaching all the right places."

He took a moment to acclimatize himself, shivering as he felt the thick concoction seep around his shaft. It was like penetrating a textured tube full of warm glue. Immediately her muscular walls seized around him, enclosing his twitching length in a velvet prison. He rested his hands on her hips, his fingers sinking an inch deep into her plump body, and he took handfuls for leverage as he began to move.

He pulled out of her, looking down between their mated bodies to see the way that her tunnel sucked at him, his length coated with slime when it emerged. Strings of it linked her sodden, white fur to his skin, breaking to fall to the already soggy mattress beneath them. It was such a raunchy position, they could see every detail, Kofe's eyes lingering on it just as Miller's did.

He pushed back inside her, applying a little more force this time. Kofe was massive, he didn't have to worry about hurting her, it would be impossible for him to approximate the strength of a male Polar. He could go all-out, hold nothing back, and hopefully she would appreciate it too. Besides, her pose was so casual, nonchalant. He wanted to get a reaction out of her.

Miller found a slow and heavy rhythm, pulling himself into her as he gripped the fur on her hips, driving his member against the roof of her passage in the way that she had seemed to enjoy. Kofe leaned back against the headboard and the wall behind it, closing her eyes as a smile curled her lips. She looked so serene, just basking in the pleasure as he pushed in and out of her.

He could get a much better look at her like this, her breasts were no longer blocking his view. They were in arm's reach now, level with his face, the hefty globes of fat bouncing subtly with every thrust. Her thighs too rose to either side of him, as tall and as thick around as his torso, her paw-like feet resting a good distance apart. Her long tail trailed between them, out of view somewhere behind him. She really was absurdly voluptuous, like some ancient depiction of Venus, her hourglass hips and her heavy breasts almost a parody of femininity by human standards.

"And you call me adorable," he muttered between thrusts, "you should see your face."

"Why?" Kofe whined, her honeyed voice making his heart skip a beat.

"You make this cute expression every time I move. There, like that."

"I'm not making a face," she complained, biting her lower lip and chewing it softly as her eyelids drooped seductively.

"I'm looking at it right now."

"What about your face?" Kofe asked, reaching down to cup his cheek in one of her hands. "You're all red again, like an angry little tomato."

"Don't ever refer to me as an angry little tomato, or I'll get the guys down in engineering to come up here and fix your thermostat."

"Why? Does it make you angry, little tomato boy?" He gave her an especially forceful thrust, impaling her on his shaft, making the eight-foot Polar shivered contentedly. "You're hardly making a good case for me to stop teasing you..."

In their current position, he could easily reach her breasts. He watched them as they bounced enticingly with every thrust, then leaned forward, taking one of them in his hand. He mauled her flesh with his fingers, as soft and as malleable as putty, finding the nipple beneath her fluffy coat and bringing it to his mouth. His lips sealed around the stiff, pink nub, and he felt Kofe tighten around him as he began to circle it with his tongue. She gasped as he trapped it between his lip and his teeth, pinching it and peppering its surface with licks and glances. He attempted to take her second boob in his hand while he sucked at the first, but quickly realized that it was too heavy for him to hold with only one hand. Instead, he concentrated all of his attention on the first breast, continuing to move his hips as Kofe curled and uncurled her clawed toes.

"Like that," she moaned, flinching as he painted her hard protrusion with his tongue. He sucked to draw it into his mouth and kneaded her flesh with his fingers, like shaping fresh dough. He twisted and squeezed, his fingers sinking up to the knuckle in her fluffy bosom, Kofe arching her long spine and pushing forward to match his pace. Even her nipple was large, about the width of his pinkie finger and half as long when erect. He could do so much more with it than he would have been able to with a regular-sized woman. He ran his lips up and down its length, curling his tongue around it, biting softly and harrying it with flurries of tormenting licks.

Her breasts were so massive, like a pair of exercise balls covered in a downy coat, so plush and yielding that he felt like he could get lost in them. His probing and licking were encouraged by Kofe's strong reaction, it seemed that she was still enraptured by his tongue, her teasing all but forgotten as she leaned back and let the pleasure overtake her.

Her loins still gripped him fiercely, clinging to him as he pulled out, only to slam back inside her. Their coupling was so deep and vigorous in this position, both partners able to move independently of one another, as opposed to having Kofe pin him beneath her weight. Their hips slammed together, the two of them moving almost mechanically, Miller driving his erection into her like a piston.

Slime leaked from her hole in strands, almost as if someone had drizzled liquid soap all over her mound and thighs. She was wet enough that Miller could hear it when he plunged inside her, a lurid squelching that inspired a fresh surge of arousal in him. He suddenly felt so aggressive. Something about being the one to set the pace, seeing Kofe so affected and receptive, it filled him with fire.

"You're being so rough with me," Kofe whined, looking down at him as she nibbled on the end of one of her black claws. "No, don't slow down...I like it. Fuck me, Jeff."

Her voice was so comely, husky and seductive, the request impossible to refuse. He redoubled his efforts, driving his member into her sopping, pulsing tunnel with renewed vigor as it trembled around him. The friction was wonderful, her textured walls gliding against his sensitive glans, warm and slippery. It felt like a tongue or an inner cheek, delicate flesh that was coated in a glaze of unspeakable fluids.

Kofe matched pace with him, gyrating her hips as he hammered into her, twisting and rolling like she was dancing to a tune that only she could hear. It drove him into her satin flesh at new angles, his rigid member scouring her insides, the milking motion of her undulating muscles practically begging for a warm load.

Miller switched to her other breast, the first bouncing as he let it fall to hang from her chest, his alien partner mewling with delight as he drew her engorged nipple into his mouth and lapped at it dotingly.

"Bite me," she moaned, "gently..."

He did as she asked, opening his mouth and sinking his teeth into her areola, applying just enough pressure that she could feel it without it hurting her. She groaned, and he felt her thighs close around his waist, so thick that they could pretty much encompass his entire lower body in their soft meat. Miller repeated the gesture, one of her hands pressing against the back of his head as she delved her fingers into his hair, pulling his face into her breast.

It was so squishy that it practically encompassed his head, even as he held her nipple between his lips. He kept up his licking, mouthing and biting, Kofe crossing her legs behind his butt and using them to increase the force of their lovemaking.

She was as strong as a horse, and he soon found that he was being driven into her narrow passage with more vigor than he could have mustered on his own. Kofe's eyes were closed, and her pink lips were pulled back to expose her sharp teeth, her breathing shallow and irregular. One of her hands slid down his back, the Polar seeming to cling to him in the throes of her ecstasy, lost in a fugue as the bed rocked beneath them.

She pushed them both higher, the impact of their bodies colliding making her boobs and belly jiggle. Only the deep cushion that her layer of insulating fat provided was preventing it from becoming painful. Under other circumstances she would be bruising him, but her belly was acting like an airbag, her thighs bouncy and padded with fat. She drove him into her with a kind of desperation, the overwhelming stimulation turning the exquisite folds and bumps of her loins into a blur of raw pleasure.

He reflected on the fact that he and Kofe didn't need to wear protection, as there was no chance of her getting pregnant. Everything was so sharp and clear in his mind, their naked flesh pressing together and their fluids mingling, with no barrier between them to dull their senses even a little. They were joined both in body and in mind. They fed into one another, every throb and spasm shared between the two of them. It was as if their nervous systems had been linked by a patch cable, their bodies moving as one. His nerves were on fire, his whole body felt like the head of a penis, tingling pleasure coursing through him like electricity. His muscles ached, but it was a good ache, the satisfying burn of exertion.

He felt Kofe's furry palm glide against his damp skin as she ran it up and down his back, her other hand stroking his head as he remained locked to her nipple. She was fawning over him, touching him all over, as if her fascination with his alien body had suddenly been rekindled.

"I can see all of your muscles moving beneath your skin," she whispered, biting her lip as she watched him. "You're so wet..."

Sweat was indeed pouring from him, causing his body to shine under the dim lights of her bedroom and making her coat damp and slippery wherever it came into contact with him. Between that and the thick juices that matted Kofe's fur, they were making one hell of a mess. There was something liberating about that. They were letting go of their propriety in the pursuit of pleasure, embracing the raw carnality of being drenched in a lover's fluids, the taste of their salty skin and the scent of their bodies drowning out any reservation that they might have had.

Kofe was getting close, he could feel it in the way that her insides were gripping him, flexing in cruel waves that seemed purposefully designed to draw out his emission by force. It was nigh unbearable, his orgasm scratching at the door as she milked him relentlessly, but he willed it back. He just had to endure a little longer, just a minute or two more and Kofe would be a shivering mess. Her massive body was heaving, writhing with every thrust, like a mountain of flesh and fur as she clung to him fervently.

Miller had never felt this way with anyone before. He had been with other people, yes, but it had never felt like this. There had been pleasure, even love, but it had been fleeting and ephemeral. With Kofe it just kept building and building. The longer it went on, the better he felt, and the more he began to adore her. He hadn't had any idea that sex could feel this way, it was like his nerves were extending beyond the bounds of skin, his usually sharp mind now fuzzy and dull. Every strand of her wet fur felt like the loving caress of a fingertip as it brushed against him, the warmth that radiated from her body bathing him in an aura of heat, the wetness and the pressure of her loins transcending his concept of pleasure as they clamped down around him. In that moment he felt like he could just melt into her, as if the two of them would become an amorphous mass of grasping hands, questing lips and roiling pleasure as they tumbled through infinity together.

Suddenly Kofe loosed a pained yelp, her rutting ceasing abruptly, her thighs locking around him as she trapped him in a tight hug. Her nipple slipped out of his mouth as she plunged his head between her breasts. She clung to him desperately, as if in her trance-like state she somehow thought that burying him in the boundless softness of her body might somehow satisfy the urgent need that burned inside her.

She moaned a drawn-out curse in her native language, or maybe it was Russian, Miller couldn't tell. Her thighs trapped him in a furry vice grip, her flowery scent filling his lungs and her impossibly silky fur tickling his face as her breasts pressed around his head, Kofe inadvertently squeezing them together with her biceps as she hugged him against her. For a brief moment she seemed frozen, her spine arching away from the headboard and her hot tunnel quivering around his length, her mouth open in a silent wail. Like a fighter craft stalling at the peak of its climb, her entire body seemed to sag, her muscles relaxing and her grip loosening as she began to shake and mewl.

It was a monumental orgasm, ecstasy making her its plaything as it coursed through her in rapturous currents, her loins gushing with clear fluid as her muscles forced it out of her with their wracking contractions. Even if he had not been subjected to a steady buildup of pressure and arousal over the course of their most recent coupling, Miller doubted that he would have been able to resist the kneading and plying of her velvet passage, joining Kofe in her euphoria almost immediately.

His member throbbed inside her as he shot a thick rope of his ejaculate into her waiting passage, the sensation forcing a cry from his lips that was muffled by her bust. His hips moved of their own accord, digging deeper, his body pumping its essence into her as if it hoped to overcome their reproductive incompatibility through sheer volume alone. He was shocked that he still had so much left to give her, relaxing as he leaned into her soft body, the pleasure so severe and profound that he couldn't focus on anything else.

He seemed to fade in and out of awareness with every throb of pleasure, coming to just long enough to feel her fur on his face and to smell her sweet scent, before he was once again plunged into an ocean of bliss. He felt unmoored, like he had been doing work on the outside of the station and his tether had been cut, leaving him tumbling slowly through a field of stars.

The intensity gradually subsided, giving way to a kind of warm, giddy high. Kofe released her tight hold, keeping her arms wrapped around him, but more relaxed now that their ordeal was over. Miller was draped across her body like she was a giant throw pillow, his member still lodged inside of her. He pulled back, the two of them wincing in unison as a stray spark of pleasure danced through their bodies, her muscles releasing their hold on him.