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Her burly lover picked up the pace again, slamming into her with renewed vigor, Lena on all fours beneath his bulk as he rocked her with every thrust. He was so perceptive, as if he could read her emotions and the reactions of her petite body like a book, feeling every twitch and hearing every moan as he carefully moderated his stimulation in order to keep her teetering on the edge of the precipice.

The world around Lena melted away. All that existed for her, all that she could concentrate on, was the sensation that was tearing through her like a bolt of lightning. His massive member and his roiling tongue rubbed against each other through her walls. She had never felt so completely full, as if he was reaching inside her with an incorporeal hand and stimulating her through the barrier of her flesh. There was nowhere that he couldn't reach, nowhere that he couldn't touch her.

She rose from her elbows to support herself with her hands, the two of them mating like wild animals as he pushed into her from behind, strands of their mingling fluids falling from between her legs with every thrust. He was going so deep, there must have been a clear foot of his wriggling tongue inside her now, its heat spreading up through her body like a fever. It was so slimy, his saliva coating her twitching passage, his blue organ gliding against her insides as it reached ever deeper. Beyond a certain point there was nothing more than a sense of being filled, but around her entrance and a few inches inside her, the feeling of him licking and moving was enough to make her head spin. He piled his tongue into her ass like he did when he kissed her, the thick coils spreading her open, hitting her from every angle.

Having his member inside her was already enough to make her feel as if she might split apart like a log beneath a wood cutter's axe, but this was a whole new sensation. She was just...full. She could feel Sleethe in her loins, in her ass, in her belly. She was full of Sleethe. The idea made her bite her lip, her brain boiling with raunchy thoughts as he ravished her.

Lena could imagine it as if seeing herself in an X-ray. His thick erection was spreading her passage as wide as it would go with its impressive girth, her muscles contracting and twitching around its smooth length as they tried to accommodate it, his firm member crushing her g-spot against her pubic bone. There was nothing but a thin barrier of flesh separating her vaginal canal from her ass, which was now full of his long tongue. She could feel the two pressing together tightly, almost as if someone had taken a fistful of her nerves and was squeezing them in their hand. There was something wonderfully arousing about the contrast of his blue meat against her pink insides, mammal and reptile, human and alien. Her entire lower body was overcome with a permeating pleasure and warmth, almost like she was immersed in a pool of liquid ecstasy up to the navel.

She came suddenly and powerfully, an unexpected climax sneaking up on her through the haze, ripping through her like a surge of electrical current. A kind of hyperawareness overcame her, as if all of her nerves had just had their sensitivity amplified tenfold. Taken completely off-guard, she collapsed face-first into the mud, all reason leaving her trembling body along with her sweat and fluids as she convulsed.

Sleethe held onto her trembling hips with his hands, keeping her rear level with his member as her legs dangled limply, her knees no longer having the strength to support her weight. The orgasm was so jarring and sharp, the waves of raw pleasure inescapable as they washed over her, like claws raking up her spine. There was a brief moment of respite between the wracking pulses, where her consciousness clawed its way back to the forefront of her mind, in awe of the intensity of her euphoria and fearing the next throb. As inevitable as the rising suns, it came, Lena rubbing her face in the mud and arching her spine as she panted and moaned. She lost all semblance of decency and control, her primal instincts snatching the wheel from her hands.

He wasn't stopping and nor was the pleasure, driving his member into her with a renewed ferocity as her loins clenched around him, spasming and shuddering such that she might as well have been vibrating. He bellowed a rumbling mating call, the sonic resonance shaking her from the inside out, ringing her like a bell that had been struck by a hammer.

Lena's skin was shining with fresh sudor, leaking from her pores as her beleaguered body desperately tried to cool itself, at least where it was open to the air. Most of her body was now covered in slimy mud, coating her chest, back and butt in a dark layer. It was in her hair and on her breasts, kept wet by the humidity in the air, the academic smearing it on her face with her hands as she attempted to hide her obscene expression and stifle her wails.

She rode out her climax, Sleethe's ceaseless thrusting and licking prolonging it to an unreasonable length, until finally the harsh pleasure began to fade. It was replaced by a deep and pervasive ache, a soreness that was somehow profoundly satisfying, like scratching a troublesome itch until it bled. She took in labored gulps of air, the taste of the damp soil on her lips as she wet them with her tongue, her eyes struggling to focus.

The female Krell was watching her. Was it Lena's imagination, or were her eyelids drooping? Was she aroused, impressed by their bawdy display?

She had expected Sleethe to stop after her orgasm, but there had been no flood of thick, gooey liquid that characterized his climaxes. He wasn't done apparently, and Lena was rocked by another rush of intense pleasure as his continued thrusting provoked a rippling aftershock.

"Y-You're still going?" She stammered, her voice cracking as he plowed into her, her arms trembling as she struggled to support herself on her hands again. How could he not be done? Her passage was gripping him like a vice, he would be tearing her apart if not for the copious lubricant that was still leaking from her splayed opening.

He seemed to sense the discomfort brought on by her new sensitivity, slowing the rocking of his hips and giving her time to recover. She could feel his cock jumping and twitching inside of her as he let it sit, marinating in her juices as she wallowed in her smoldering afterglow. He withdrew his tongue from her butt, the sensation of it slowly sliding out of her making her mewl like a kitten. He began to lick her almost apologetically, dragging his long tongue between her cheeks and grazing her bud.

Every time that his smooth tongue touched her there, white points of light danced before her eyes, the sensation penetrating her dull fugue like a hot knife. She couldn't help but slide a couple of trembling fingers between her parted thighs, rubbing at her mound and stimulating herself as he lapped, her juices still flowing enough that they dripped down her hand in creamy globs.

The feeling wasn't going away. It was as if he had broken her body, getting it stuck in 'orgasm mode' like a busted radio that could only pick up one channel. There was an urgency to it, Lena feeling that she could go again, and she took the initiative as she pushed back against Sleethe.

This time it was his turn to groan and twitch, his tiny human partner taking him as deep as he would go with one thrust, burying his member inside her as her fleshy tunnel gripping him. He resumed his prior bucking, and now Lena matched pace with him, looking back over her shoulder and glaring at him almost angrily. She must look insane. Her hair was like a blonde explosion, the mud and sweat matting it into haphazard spikes and clumps, her red face coated in muck.

Once again his tongue pressed up against her hole, her nubile body tensing as he circled it, and then he was inside her again. Were it not for the drool that was dripping from his crocodilian jaws and the tapered shape of his muscle, it might have been far more difficult, but his azure organ was almost built for the task. He stirred her up, circling his tongue about, spreading her open as he dragged its satin surface across the walls of her tunnel. She was so impossibly sensitive there, untouched. She could safely say that nobody had ever thrust their tongue all the way up her ass before. All the while his monstrous member raked her passage, leaking what felt like warm precome as he went. He must be getting close, she loved the way that he dripped clear fluid from his flared tip when she teased him.

"Harder," she snarled, mauling her swollen clitoris with her fingers as his weight buffeted her. Pleasure and pain, aching and soreness, lust and desire. It was all just sensation and emotion, the lines blurring and becoming harder to distinguish the longer it went on. She wondered what he was doing to her, then her face flushed anew as she realized that she had asked the question out loud. She couldn't even be sure if she was speaking or thinking anymore. She began to laugh, giggling like a schoolgirl as he drove her into the ground, pressing her down.

With one hand between her shoulder blades and the other taking a rough handful of her butt, he squashed her into the mud beneath him. She might have panicked, fearing that he had gone off the rails and that he was about to crush her in his reckless passion, but she trusted him implicitly. He would sooner throw himself into a sun than even risk injuring her. Whatever he was doing, it would work out.

As she had suspected, the soft mud beneath her body absorbed the weight, and she found herself sinking into a Lena-shaped impression. There was a delightful pressure on top of her now, Sleethe driving into her in a way that just wasn't possible without such a soft medium to cushion her. His angle had changed, the savage rib of his shovel-shaped glans digging into her g-spot and compressing it as she writhed impotently beneath him.

His breathing was ragged and his pace was irregular, Lena grinning to herself as her own breath blew bubbles in the mud. This great warrior, this armor plated, muscle-bound beast with teeth as long as her fingers was overwhelmed with desire for her. He could flip a truck, absorb enough damage to kill a whole platoon of Marines, but once inside her he was as malleable and as amorous as a lovesick teenager. Like putty in her hands.

There was a surge of hot fluid, like an erupting volcano as his thick shaft pulsated, filling her with his viscous emission. Her heart leapt in her chest as she felt it splash against her reaches, flooding her, filling every inch of her with gelatinous come. He doubled over, his tongue slipping out of her rear as he growled like a beast, pressing her deeper into the mud. Lena sank her fingers into the soil, reeling as the delightful pressure that she felt as she was pumped full of his semen forced another searing climax from her exhausted body. This one was even more acute, even more powerful, reducing her to a quivering wreck as she lay limply in the mud.

Lena felt a firmness in her belly as his ejaculate compacted inside her, his flared glans acting like a plug, forcing his viscous seed into every crevice and detail of her passage. It just kept coming, erupting from her like a fountain as it ran out of room, Sleethe keeping a firm hold on her as his member pulsed like a living thing. If she had been a female Krell she would have been so, so pregnant by now. It was a good thing that their two species couldn't reproduce.

Still, the sensation of being pumped full of his warm, gelatinous come satisfied her in the most primal of ways. Her higher faculties might know that as potent as he was, Sleethe could not impregnate her, his genes were too alien. But still her body responded as if it was being bred, rewarding her with the appropriate neurochemicals, stimulating the pleasure center of her brain with electrical impulses. Lena the scientist knew what was happening, she understood the mechanisms that were at work in her body. Lena the animal writhed in the mud, her eyes rolling back into her head as her lover's clumpy ejaculate seeped from between her thighs in fat blobs.

There wasn't a inch of her skin that wasn't obscured by paint, mud or semen now. She rolled onto her back as Sleethe's thick member slid out of her, along with all of the fluid that it had been keeping inside her. She could almost feel her belly deflate as it poured out in a thick, pearly stream, but that was probably just her imagination.

He leaned down and dragged his tongue across her throat affectionately, almost as if he was concerned for her. She couldn't blame him. She was a quivering wreck, only her wide grin indicating that she wasn't suffering from some form of epilepsy. The contrast between his brutish lovemaking and his gentleness made her seethe with a blend of genuine love for him, and a wanton lust that would have filled her with shame on her more scrupulous days.

"You big goof," she mumbled, twitching as another aftershock rippled through her. When she regained the use of her legs and her sense of balance, she would have to bathe again. Her entire body was caked in mud and ejaculate. While it was unbearably erotic in the heat of the moment, it would probably become disgusting once this mind-bending arousal wore off. But right now she just wanted to lie here for a while, enjoy the sensation a little...

She gave one last glance at the voyeuristic female that had been watching them, feeling butterflies in her belly as they made eye contact. What must she think of them? What did their frenetic coupling look like to her? Lena maintained the gaze as Sleethe dragged his tongue across her chest, reaching up with her slim fingers to stroke his scales, reveling in the idea that their intimacy was being observed by a third party.

They could never do this on the Pinwheel, on Earth, or anywhere in human space. Lena could never be so open and unashamed about her relationship, how much she enjoyed her lover's company, her burning desire for him. Now it was on display, witnessed by at least one other person. The thought was somehow validating.

She relaxed her muscles as Sleethe nuzzled and purred in his low, rumbling tones, dropping down into the mud beside her and lying on his side. His member flopped across her flat belly, still nearly a foot long despite his receding erection, his blue flesh leaving milky residue on her skin. She stroked it with the tip of her finger, feeling him throb, another blob of his semen seeping from the flared head. The smears of dye and pigments were prominent, she hoped that the female Krell had seen them.

Lena settled in for a post-coital nap in the mud, at least the muck would shield her skin from the sun and save her from further tanning. She was worried that even when the body paint wore off, she would be left with some very embarrassing tan lines.

CHAPTER 12: SUNKEN SECRETS

"Ok Sleethe," Lena said as she secured the rebreather's strap around her head, ensuring that the device was firmly anchored to her face. "Here's what we're gonna do. You're going to swim me down to the Broker facility, and we're going to assess the situation. Pay close attention to what I'm doing, because when I give the signal, you have to get me back to the surface as soon as possible. Understand? I only have about six minutes of oxygen with this thing, so we'll probably need to make several trips. I don't know how long this will take, or even if we'll be able to get inside at all."

He nodded, and Lena could only hope that her translator had done a good enough job. She was standing waist-deep in the water on the shore of the lake, steeling herself for the possibly ill-advised and potentially dangerous dive that she was about to attempt.

Based on everything that she knew about diving, which admittedly was not a whole lot, the cold and the pressure would not do her any lasting damage as long as she was careful about how long she spent down there. She had no wetsuit, and so there was nothing to be done about the temperature. Any clothing that she wore to keep warm would have the opposite effect as it became waterlogged. At about sixty feet the pressure shouldn't be too bad, she wouldn't get the bends, as far as she knew. She had to hope that six minutes would be enough time to get anything done, assuming that the Broker structure wasn't completely sealed off and inaccessible. It would surely have security features to keep any nosy Krell out, but would they still be active after being abandoned for hundreds of years?

"Let's go Sleethe."

She climbed up onto his back and sat on him as he swam her out onto the lake, the shore slowly fading from view as it was enveloped by mist. Before long there was nothing in sight besides the flat water on all sides, like she was in the middle of a wide ocean. She brought up the hologram of the sonar scan and tracked their progress, giving Sleethe directions until they were right on top of it.

For the time being she had elected to bring nothing but her wrist computer, even foregoing shorts for the fear that they would become soaked with water and weigh her down. After their escapades on the shore earlier in the day, she hardly felt exposed anymore. Hopefully the flashlight would work underwater...

She patted Sleethe on the back, and he slowed, floating in the water like a living island as she slid off him. The water at this depth was still fairly warm, but she knew how quickly the temperature would plummet, and she wasn't looking forward to it. Why was she doing this? Her job was to document the flora and fauna that inhabited the planet, to take measurements of its environment and to study the native culture. Nobody had told her that she had to risk her life in pursuit of Broker secrets. Why not give it up and go back to the temple?

Nope, she couldn't stand living with the curiosity, it would drive her mad.

"Alright big guy, let's go for a swim."

Sleethe wrapped his powerful arm around her midsection, holding her like someone might carry a small dog, and then plunged into the lake. In mere seconds the warmth of the surface was far behind her, cold water surrounding her as the sunlight faded. She could scarcely open her eyes, the rushing water hitting her in the face with the force of a showerhead, Sleethe's undulating movements rocking her as he swam into the dark depths.

Her ears popped as they descended, as if she was taking a shuttle ride. She was surprised by how obvious the pressure change was. She could feel it pressing down on her, even at what had appeared to be such a shallow depth. Sixty feet was now feeling a lot deeper than it had when she had been studying the sonar map in the safety of the temple. She could still breathe however, she was safe for the time being.

Sleethe released her suddenly, and after a brief moment of panic her bare feet found the frigid mud, their presence kicking up a cloud of silt and debris. She was now standing on the lakebed, sixty feet beneath the surface. Lena collected herself, remembering that every second she spent marveling at her situation or being afraid, was a second wasted. She had work to do.

She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the water. Unfortunately the goggles were an optional accessory that she had not deemed necessary when she had been rummaging through the Pinwheel's surplus stores. She took a deep breath, trying to remind her body that she wasn't drowning, and bounded forward as her vision came into focus. The beam of light from her wrist computer didn't do a very good job of penetrating the murky water, but it was enough to see a couple of feet in front of her. Sleethe was hovering nearby like a living submarine, keeping an eye on her and leading her towards their destination. One and a half minutes had already passed, judging by the holographic counter on her forearm, its orange glow clearly visible. Pick up the pace, Lena.