Or Die Alone

Her shocked expression softened, becoming warm and somehow hungry, he felt as if she wanted him to go on.

"I made fun of your fur and your body, but I love it." He was rambling now, his embarrassment welling as she scrutinized him with her piercing, blue gaze. "I just...I guess it was a defense mechanism, I didn't want you to know how much I looked forward to sleeping with you, didn't want to admit it to myself-"

She cupped his red cheek in her large hand, the downy fur of her palm soft against his skin, and leaned her head down to press her lips against his. He went silent, the hair on his arms standing on end and his spine arching off the ground as she slipped her long, tapered tongue into his mouth. Her lips were large and full, mismatched to his, but they locked together as she subjected him to a slow and gentle embrace. She smacked softly, the sound amplified in the silence of the cave, and his eyelids fluttered as her deft tongue probed and explored his head. The muscle twisted and squirmed, its length and girth such that it bulged his cheeks, the taste of copper teasing his tongue as he tried in vain to wrestle the invader. It just kept coming, more and more of it, falling into his mouth like a slippery snake as he desperately sank his fingers into her inviting coat.

He ran his hands through her fur, roving and stroking, squeezing her ample flesh wherever he found it and hearing her rumble an appreciative purr in response. He felt like someone had poured ice water into his brain, his mind was fogging, all he could concentrate on was the sensation of her massive organ as it painted the inside of his mouth and probed his throat. She was so powerful, her kiss so deep and lurid, yet she was so emphatically gentle and considerate of his human limitations. The slow rhythm of her embrace put him in a kind of trance, the warmth of her body permeating his very bones as she pressed closer to him and her hot tongue roiled in his head.

He felt as if it might just go on forever until she finally withdrew, breaking away with a wet pop and sliding the length of her heavy tongue back between her lips, a thick strand of her saliva linking her to Boyd as he panted beneath her. She loomed over him, gazing at him with covetous eyes that reflected the dancing light from the stove.

"Mudak...you think I've not been trying to seduce you since day one? I admit, at first I just wanted to make you pliant and cooperative, but you resisted me. I'm not used to that, I'm not accustomed to being refused, so I thought maybe you were another human that just...didn't like aliens." She ran her fingers through his hair, her black claws scratching his scalp, the sensation like fireworks going off in his brain. He had been sure that she would reject him, mock and tease him for his lapse, but this was a better reaction than he could ever have imagined. "As time passed, and we talked more, I started to realize that you weren't like other humans. I couldn't break your resolve, anyone else would have cracked the moment I invited them into my sleeping bag, but you...something about you makes you different. Maybe it's because you're a spook, but I think it's that quality that makes you a good spy, and not the other way around."

She leaned closer, catching his ear between her pointed teeth and chewing it softly as she whispered to him.

"I wanted to do things to you, things that would have cooked us in this sleeping bag, you'd hunger for my body more than for food."

She moved down, nuzzling as she went, and he flinched as he felt her teeth press against his neck. She bit him gently, pressing her sharp teeth into his skin and planting her thick thigh into his groin as he bucked. His growing erection pressed against the soft fat, a sharp gasp escaping his pursed lips as her warm tongue grazed his throat.

"But you resisted me, and I gave up. That's when we really started to get to know one another, and I started to fall for you, I wanted to have you and I couldn't."

She bit him a little harder, grinding her thigh against his stiff member, Boyd gripping her fur as she teased him. She kissed his neck, planting her puffy lips against his skin as if to soothe the red indents her teeth had left there.

"But now you come to me willingly, eager, let me have you Boyd..."

He squirmed as she mouthed and licked, her sinuous tongue slipping beneath the collar of his suit, almost unable to formulate a coherent reply as his breath came in gasps.

"Don't stop," he whispered, a sudden violent desire rising up inside of him. "We've been an inch from death so many times, I want to feel alive."

She hesitated for a moment, breathing heavily as she looked down at him, then rolled off him and lay by his side.

"Clothes. Now."

He scrambled to get out of his suit, made harder in the confined space as Lorza tried to wriggle free of her overalls beside him. Before long they had both kicked off their clothing, discarding it on the ice outside of the sleeping bag as Boyd plunged into her soft body. She took him in her arms, pulling him against her, his erection sinking into her paunchy belly and his head disappearing between her weighty breasts. Every inch of his skin was encompassed by her fur, like velvet as the pair were squashed together in the bag. She ran her claws up and down his spine, drawing red trails in his skin as he groaned into her bosom, his hands delving into the copious fat of her chest. His fingers sank into the meat, her breasts larger than his head and almost impossible to lift now that they were free of her supporting overalls. He had been distracted by them so many times, been forced to stare down her enticing cleavage whenever they had shared the sleeping bag, now he was making up for lost time.

He probed the supple meat of her breasts, feeling the firm tissue below the layer of fat, Lorza arching her spine and pushing against him as he kneaded and twisted. He felt her claws in his hair, and she guided him towards her nipple, sucking the hard nub into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it. She growled like a beast, shivering as he trapped it between his tongue and his teeth, tugging and sucking as her hand slid down to grip his member.

He jumped, groaning as he felt her silken fingers wrap his cock, the fleshy pad on the end of her thumb rubbing the tip in slow circles. She gripped it firmly, stroking the shaft and driving a sharp gasp from his lips, tugging at his hair when her nipple escaped his mouth.

"Don't stop," she growled, pulling back his foreskin and teasing his sensitive glans with her fur. "I need this."

Waves of warm pleasure spread up through his body as she stroked and squeezed, Boyd struggling to stay still as his hips bucked reflexively into her soft hand, her hot breath blowing in his hair as she panted above him. She placed her hand on the back of his head and pressed him deeper between her breasts, her cleavage encompassing his head as she let the weight of them smother him. The delicate fat was so pliant and yielding, spilling around his fingers, yet firm enough to maintain its shape as he played with it. She used her upper arms to press them together, her silken fur sliding against his flushed cheeks, her massive body shifting slowly as she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation of what was to come.

Boyd took handfuls of her ample chest, growing more aggressive in his explorations as the pumping of her fist hastened, Lorza chuckling as he tried to fuck her hand. She stopped suddenly, squeezing the base of his member and making him gasp in surprise.

"I might have to rub one out of you just so that you'll last," she murmured as he loosed a groan that was muffled by her cleavage. "You wanted me all this time and you had no privacy, you couldn't take care of yourself. Humans have such strange hangups," she mused, releasing him from her bust and leaning down to bring her lips to his ear. "You should have come to me, even as a friend I would have helped." She started to stroke again, her pace torturously slow, cradling him in her free arm as she whispered under her breath. "We could have taken our frustrations out on each other, isn't fucking better than fighting?"

She shuffled down into the sleeping bag, crawling down his bare chest with her mouth, planting lingering kisses on his skin and tracing the contours of his muscles with her dexterous tongue. She dragged her hand down his belly, half stroking and half scratching, the claws and fur confusing his senses. He squirmed, his fingers delving into the fur on her head as she roved towards his member, still cradled in her warm hand. She bit his hip softly, then poised over his throbbing erection, his eyes snapping shut in alarm as he felt her breathe warm air on the tender head of his cock.

She was underneath the sleeping bag now, and he was unable to see her, the only evidence of her presence being the lump that she made in the fabric as she leaned over his groin. She lowered her head and pressed her puffy lips against his member, kissing and mouthing as she wrapped them around his sensitive glans. She planted her hands on his hips to pin him to the ground and stop him from thrusting into her mouth, chuckling to herself as she felt his futile writhing. She trapped the tip of his pulsing member between her lips, and Boyd saw stars dance before his eyes as her long tongue uncoiled to wind around it, lubricated by her thick saliva. She trapped him in a prison of warm, slippery flesh as her organ wrapped his shaft, the dull feline barbs of her tongue almost painfully stimulating as they grazed his skin.

It squeezed him like a fist, his spine arching as the coils of wet muscle reached the base, the tapered tip of her long tongue glancing his balls. She held him there for a while, allowing him to enjoy the sensation of her flesh as it twitched and flexed around him, strands of viscous saliva dripping from her open mouth to fall to his belly and thighs. He gripped fistfuls of her hair in his trembling hands, overcome by the sensation, his member jumping and throbbing in her grasp.

She withdrew her tongue, pulling his member deeper inside her mouth along with it, reeling it in like a fish hooked on a line. The heat of her mouth encompassed him, smooth and slimy, her rough tongue teasing the underside of his glans to send sparks of pleasure flickering through his brain. He felt as if he was no longer in control of his body, her every breath and gentle movement eliciting a reaction from him, as if she were playing him like some kind of impassioned marionette. She sucked him in, the pressure around his cock making his toes curl, and he felt the tip of it hit the back of her throat. He felt as if his legs were melting like irons in a forge, the muscles weakening and going numb as she assaulted his member from all sides with her agile tongue.

She painted it with her saliva, coating his cock in a layer of warm slime, her organ worming its way around him as if trying to taste every inch of his skin. She noticed his reaction when her soft barbs found the underside of his glans, and focused her attention there, using the tip of her tongue to tease and stroke.

"Fuck Lorza...what are you doing to me?"

She laughed, the vibrations serving to further stimulate him, and he groaned as she lapped at the excitement that leaked from his tip. She pushed her head down suddenly, her nose hitting his belly as she took him deep into her throat. Her tight muscles massaged him as she tried to swallow, struggling around his member and rolling across his glans in rippling contractions. The slimy flesh squeezed and kneaded him, milking in a cruel rhythm as her gullet rejected him and she choked a little, pulling back to let the fresh flood of drool roll down his shaft in thick globs to dampen her furry hand. She played with the mess, dragging her finger up his cock and forming a rope, watching it break with a smirk as it fell to his belly. She pulled back his foreskin and circled his glans with her tongue, the sensation raw and harsh, driving pleasure up through his body in wracking pulses. He gritted his teeth against the sensation, pulling her hair, one of her hands still trapping him against the floor so that he couldn't obey his instinctual desire to fuck her mouth.

"You're fun," she mumbled, "sensitive..."

"Am not," he grumbled, his breath coming in gasps.

She dragged the length of her textured tongue up his shaft as if to prove him wrong, Boyd twitching like he was being electrocuted as she paused at the glans to trap it between her lips, flicking her organ ruthlessly over the tender head. He sunk his fingers into the silky fur of her head beneath the sleeping bag, failing to suppress an unbecoming whine. She laughed, letting his member fall from her mouth and stroking his shaft with her hand to keep him on edge as she mocked him.

"What was that noise?"

"You...I'll get you back," he growled.

"Oh, I'm counting on it, mudak."

She forced him into her throat again in one smooth motion, his member throbbing against her slippery, flush muscles, her lips closing around the base as she sucked and licked. He loosed a primal grunt and bent double, his torso rising from the bed and his thighs closing around her fluffy cheeks. Her head was so large, almost such that he couldn't wrap his arms around it, and he buried his face in her hair as she sucked. Her throat gripped him like a damp fist clad in silk, pumping and squeezing as if trying to draw out his emission like toothpaste from a tube. Sensing that he was close, she released him, sliding him slowly out of her mouth along with a mass of stringy saliva. She placed a massive hand on his chest, pushing him back down to lie prone, rising for a moment to bite his neck gently.

"Stay down, let me have my fun, and later you can have yours."

Dazed and wanting, he complied, watching her with unfocused eyes as she slipped back beneath the sleeping bag with a sly smirk. He arched his spine as he felt her lick the sweat from his abs with her rough tongue, leaving a trail of warm slaver before continuing down towards his aching erection. She teased him with her soft fur, tickling his balls with her palm and blowing warm air on his glans.

"I'm dripping," she murmured, his cock beating like a second heart in her hand as she closed her fingers around it. "I want a turn now, so be a good little human and come for me."

She began pumping his member in her fist, her grip tight and ruthless, kissing and licking the tip as she went. A dull, familiar pleasure began to well up inside him, an urgency that threatened to drive him over the edge. Her fur was so soft, it was like masturbating into a mink coat, her rough tongue circling his member and glazing it with viscous drool that made her hand slippery and hot. She released his hips, her claws leaving red indents in his skin, and she let him thrust desperately into her hand as he bucked against her in search of more stimulation.

Tingling pleasure spread through his body, as if arcs of electricity were flowing through his nervous system like a lightning rod, his resolve melting as she lowered her lips to mouthe and kiss his thighs and belly. It was maddening, he couldn't see her beneath the bag, never knowing where she would strike. The deft strokes of her sinuous tongue and the soft pinching of her lips and teeth set of a fireworks show in his skull, her cruel touch like white noise that blanked out all of his other senses.

Her pace increased, cradling his balls in her velvet palm and bringing him closer and closer with her hand, eventually slowing when she felt him start to tense and letting his excitement wane again. She heard him groan in exasperation, and she laughed, pressing her finger against the tip of his cock and making slow circles.

"Ok, I'll stop teasing, but it's really your own fault for giving me such an amusing reaction." He had no quip, no retort, and she crooned softly as she felt his member throb in her hand. "No comeback? What's the matter Boyd, have you lost your bite?"

She slammed her face down on his cock, taking him to the base, her tongue coiling around his shaft like a noose as her throat trembled and rippled around him. The pressure forced more of her saliva from her lips, his belly and thighs sodden with it, everything below his waist a mess of juices and drool. She began to bob her head on his erection, careful to keep her sharp teeth clear, her rough tongue grating the sensitive underside of his member as it lolled out of her mouth. It was almost frictionless, so slimy was her throat as it clung to his glans like a glove, the satin texture of her gullet dizzying him as she plunged his cock deeper and faster. She wrapped her hands around his hips, lifting his lower body off the ground, her pointed claws pricking his butt and pulling him towards her mouth for leverage as she ravished him.

All he could do was cover his burning face with his hands and try to endure, euphoria spreading through his body like a fever, held aloft like a doll as she pushed him closer and closer to his inevitable climax.

He clenched his thighs around her head as she brought him to orgasm, locking him deep in her warm gullet and holding him there as his member began to jump and flex, Boyd's spine contorting into an arch as he bit his lip to stave off a pained cry. Her claws dug into the meat of his ass a little painfully, but he couldn't care less as the waves of wracking pleasure rolled over him, Lorza's throat undulating as it clung to his cock and she drank down the thick wads of his emission as they came. He splashed warm ejaculate against the back of her throat, some of it spilling from her mouth to hang from her lips in strands, and as she swallowed her maddening contractions drew more of it from him.

She held him there for what felt like an eternity, every fresh spurt of his come sending a new wave of pleasure rolling down his beleaguered body, every light twitch of her tongue and flex of her throat muscles amplified a hundredfold. Again and again he released into her waiting mouth, Lorza swallowing dutifully as he tensed and bucked. Finally he went limp, and she lowered him gently back down, dragging her soft lips up his cock and scraping away the obscene mess with her tongue, swallowing conspicuously and then falling down beside him. She draped her arm across his chest and pulled him into her embrace, burying his face in her breasts as he floated in a haze of afterglow.

"I take it that felt good? You look like someone hit you on the head."

He pressed his face deeper into her warm cleavage, enjoying the sensation of her warm flesh against his cheeks, and he laughed.

"Yeah...I should have come to you earlier."

"Looks like I've found the only way to get you to shut your mouth for a while," she chuckled, scratching his scalp with her claws and feeling him shiver appreciatively. "Not such a wiseguy now, are you?"

He relaxed into her arms, utterly satisfied and content, he felt as if he could just fall asleep here and not wake up for a week. Her scent was wonderful, her soft, warm body was so inviting. His diminishing erection pressed against the soft paunch of her belly, and her warm breath blew his hair as she stroked his head. He felt a sudden annoyance overcome him however, she was smug and self-satisfied, staring down at him with an expression that indicated that she thought she had gotten the better of him. She noticed the look he gave her, his head still nestled in her fluffy cleavage, and she couldn't contain her grin.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you embarrassed?" She leaned closer to pinch his ear with her teeth, he could smell himself on her breath as she whispered. "You're so cute when you come, mudak."

She was making fun of him, and he knew what she wanted, deciding to play along anyway as he started to slide downwards. He eased her onto her back, she was too large for him to throw her around in the way he wanted to, but she understood what he was doing and rolled over to lie prone. Her heavy breasts fought against gravity, and she looked down between them as her chest started to rise and fall more rapidly, her eyelids drooping as Boyd crawled down between her thick thighs.