Rig Runner

"Like that," she muttered, her voice breathy and subdued. "Harder, I want to feel everything, harder..."

He tried to comply with her request, driving his tongue harder against her tender sex, digging deep between her puffy lips. He increased the pace of his lapping, her viscous emissions mingling with his saliva to make their contact wet and slimy, Eriksen too lost in his arousal to care. He was making good on his promise and doing his best to please her. Judging by the way that her thighs quivered around his head and the way that her tunnel squeezed him in rhythmic bursts, he was achieving his goal.

She was so animate, her whole body moving in tandem with his licking and the probing of his finger. For all of her tough talk and posturing, he was playing her like a violin. Her furry tail snaked around his arm, gripping him with surprising strength, holding onto him desperately like a human hand would as he drove her inexorably towards her peak.

Sensing that her powerful contractions and her labored breaths were coming stronger and faster, he crawled his lips higher, mouthing and lapping at her pink flesh as her lubricating fluids dripped around his finger. She was crushing his digit as it lay lodged inside her, the velvet walls of her passage squeezing it like a thumbscrew. It was almost painful. He reached the hood of skin that concealed her clitoris, circling it with his tongue and feeling her twitch in surprise. He glanced up over the bumps of her six-pack and between her hanging breasts, her covetous, yellow eyes glowing between the two fat orbs as she looked down at him. They wobbled softly as her chest rose and fell, her expression lurid, her anticipation almost palpable. Arousal hung in the air like a cloud, filling the room, he felt as if Nazka could have cut the tension with her claws.

He braced for her reaction then pressed his lips around her clitoris, sucking to draw it out from beneath its protective covering. He trapped it between his tongue and his teeth, Nazka loosing a low rumble that might have been a growl or a purr, the tone so deep that he felt it in his guts more than he heard it. She tugged at a fistful of his hair, her spine arching, her head rolling back as she bared her teeth and began to shiver as if the temperature in the room had just plummeted.

Eriksen pushed on, lapping at the firm bud, the smoothness of his tongue making his contact more delicate than anything her species could have mustered. She was somewhat larger than a human and her size was reflected in her loins, her fleshy protrusion was about the size of a marble in his mouth. He drew shapes on it, coating its shiny surface in his saliva. Now it was Nazka's turn to let slip unbecoming moans and gasps.

He slipped a second finger inside her with some difficulty, she was gripping him like a Chinese finger trap, and it was only due to her excessive wetness that he was able to fit. She pressed his digits together uncomfortably, as strong as a clenched fist. She had remarkable control over her pelvic floor, and he could feel every muscle spasm that massaged his fingers.

Courtship was a brutal affair for Borealans, and it was as if nature had designed her to ensnare her mates, milking them of their seed as much through sheer force as by way of her undeniable sexual prowess. The prospect of those muscles sheathing his member again made his heart skip, but there would be ample time for that later. Right now he had to focus on getting her off as hard as he could manage.

She rolled her wide hips against his face robotically, lost in her fugue, chewing on one of her black claws as she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations that washed over her. Her other hand left his head to seek out one of her hanging breasts, kneading the pliant globe and pinching her pink nipple between her fingers. Eriksen would have liked to help her out, but there was no way that he could reach. Her bountiful bust was about three feet above his head.

He redoubled his efforts, moving his fingers in and out of her passage as it clung to him, battering her engorged protrusion with strokes of his tongue. Her movements were growing less and less refined, clumsy and distracted as she thrust against his fingers, her breathing ragged and irregular. It was like she was in a trance. He heard her utter a low, pained wail as her already tight passage began to narrow violently around his digits.

"Coming..!"

He wrapped his free arm around her waist as best he could, like a sailor on a stormy ocean clutching the rigging as a giant wave loomed on the horizon, bringing his licking and fingering to a fever pitch as she gritted her sharp teeth and her spine curved towards him. Her butt rose from the bed, Eriksen struggling to keep his arm steady as she fucked his fingers, his lips locked to her loins as she rocked and bucked. He felt a sharp tug in his hair, painful, but he weathered it as a torrent of her thick juices were forced from her hole to leak down her thighs and hang from his chin in strands. Her shoulders rested against the padded wall behind her, her hips nearly level with them as her body contorted, thighs shaking as electrical pleasure ignited her nervous system like a lightning strike. Her dark skin was dripping with beads of fresh sweat, glinting as they caught what little light there was in the room, a field of tiny stars that twinkled on her toned body as it tensed and writhed.

She was so hot that he was surprised that it wasn't immediately evaporating into a cloud of steam, her skin was warm to the touch and the pink flesh that stood out against her dusky skin seared his lips with its heat. She was on fire, both in body and spirit, ignited like dry kindling by the embers of his careful lovemaking.

She mewled, an oddly vulnerable sound coming from Nazka, Eriksen could feel every powerful tremor as it spread up through her body and drove the desperate sounds from her throat. Her orgasm tore into her, the pressure on his fingers incredible as her passage clenched around him in a cruel rhythm, the strength of her insides almost alarming. Her hand pushed his face against her vulva, her restraint forgotten as her conscious mind took a back seat to primal lust, coating him in her syrupy fluids. She held him there as she rode out the climax, the muscles in her belly and thighs bulging and flexing, her claws pressing against his skull as if warning him to keep up his work.

She slowly lowered herself back onto the bed little by little as her muscles relaxed and her breathing grew more regular, her posture a direct measure of the wracking pleasure that still harried her senses. Eriksen slid his fingers out of her, followed by a torrent of her emissions that clung to him like honey, his licking taking on a more gentle and placating pace.

She sank back into the sheets, trembling as a few stray pulses of pleasure shot through her, Eriksen's lips leaving her sodden loins as she collapsed onto her side and one of her furry hands shot between her thighs to ease out the last of her aftershocks. He lay beside her, watching her as he tried to wipe away the mess that she had made, using the sheets to clean his face as she lay with her eyes closed and let the euphoria drown her.

After a minute or two she opened them again, peering at him with her golden pupils, a giddy laugh escaping her lips as she stretched out on the bed and reclined. He watched her body twist and flex, the juxtaposition of light and shadow giving her developed figure the quality of an oil painting in the gloom, every detail and depression accentuated as his eyes played over her.

"What?" Nazka asked, still swooning from her orgasm. "Now you're the one staring at me."

"I just...I've never seen you like this before, it suits you."

"What does that mean?" she chuckled. She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her head, her spine arching off the bed as she limbered up.

"You have a glow about you, you look relaxed, happy. I guess whenever we've...been together before now, your attitude was a lot different. You couldn't let your guard down and enjoy it in the way that you're doing right now."

"Maybe," she conceded, "I will admit that there might be something to your way of doing things." She leaned over to run her claws across his belly, leaving red trails in his skin, Eriksen shivering as she neared his groin and then broke off. "I think I'd miss the violence after a while. Pain is the spice that gives sex that kick, but this feeling is...different. In a good way. I almost feel drunk."

She rolled towards him again and propped herself up on her elbow to scrutinize him, that familiar, sadistic smirk curling her lips. Her heavy breasts crashed together, deforming and spreading under their own weight, Eriksen averting his eyes so as not to make his admiration of her body too obvious.

"So now that we're being all friendly, what did you really think of what I did to you? If I can swallow my pride and admit to liking this, then perhaps you can admit to liking at least some of what we did, right?"

He was loathe to reveal anything to her for fear that it might give her more ammunition to abuse him with in the future, but in this compromising position, he couldn't hide his feelings from her. She was good at reading his facial expressions, perhaps a skill that she had picked up during her time with the UNN, and an erection would be impossible to conceal.

"Obviously some of it felt good," he muttered, "you saw the...results. But that doesn't mean I liked it, liking something and having your body respond to it are different things for humans, we don't just change gears like your people seem to do. Having someone...take charge like you do...yeah, that can be exhilarating, but you'd have to tone it down a lot and be more considerate of my boundaries for me to say that I enjoyed it. Rough sex can be fun, but we have very different definitions of rough. When it comes to sex humans tend to be either dominant or submissive, it's a personality trait, while Borealans seem to switch on the fly based on their social standing. Most humans can't do that. It's ingrained into their sexuality, and if you push the wrong buttons, you can really upset them."

"Well how are you supposed to know which variation they are?" Nazka asked, puzzled by the concept.

"You get to know them first, or you ask before you pounce on them. Luckily for you, I kind of like it both ways, or I might have taken it a lot worse than I did."

"What I did was too rough then? Too intense for you?" She grinned mischievously. "I like that though, you react so strongly, you're so much more sensitive than a Borealan. We earn so much scar tissue by the time we're adults, we're so used to treatment that a human wouldn't even survive, but you twitch and jump at the slightest touch."

She wet her lips as she watched him, a fresh hunger in her eyes, like a fox stalking a rabbit.

"I'm not saying it was all bad," Eriksen replied hastily, "but your methods are a little...extreme for my tastes."

"So there are humans who would enjoy it?"

"Oh yeah, you'd be the fucking star of the show at an S&M club, but that's a whole can of worms of weird human sexuality and psychology that I won't even attempt to open. If Jung and Freud couldn't get to the bottom of it, then I doubt a freighter pilot can."

"You make sex so complicated," Nazka sighed, "doesn't it drain all of the spontaneity and passion out of your encounters?"

"Yeah, I suppose it does sometimes. People usually want you to know what they're thinking without having to communicate it, but that rarely works out. That's one point that I'll concede, Borealans will drag you off whenever the mood takes them. It's kind of exciting to be on edge all the time, never knowing when they'll just pull you aside and fuck your brains out."

"I kind of get that impression from you," she said, smiling at him as his face started to redden.

"What do you mean?"

"You want things, but you won't ask for them. You melt when I kiss you, your whole demeanor changes as if your brain has been fried by superlight, and yet the idea of asking for what you crave is out of the question. You drool over my body, I've seen you," she added as he began to protest. "I've seen human females up close and personal in the barracks back on the Pinwheel. There's nothing like me among them, they pale in comparison. You're a lot of fun, and I'm not exactly busy, you could have me whenever you wanted. Yet you wait for me to force myself on you as if the idea of asking me for sex was abhorrent to you."

"You made it a matter of contention," he replied, "I felt like I would be giving in if I did that. Losing."

"Do you feel differently now?"

"Yeah, I suppose I do. We've made a lot of progress today. I guess I don't see you as an alien monster anymore, you just have a fucked up way of doing things."

He felt her fluffy palm on his cheek suddenly, and she loomed over him, casting his face into shadow as she hovered with her pink nose an inch from his.

"Why is it that you like kissing so much?" Nazka asked, putting him on the spot and keeping him from turning away from her as her claws pricked his face.

"Come on, don't ask me that," he complained as he shrunk away from her. Encouraged by his reaction, she pressed the issue, rolling on top of him to straddle him as he sank into the mattress. She placed her other hand on his face, cradling his head as she peered down at him eagerly, watching for tells like she was playing poker.

"Humans don't usually kiss like that unless they're...y'know," he stammered. "Unless they like each other."

"I don't know," she laughed, "but I like you. Does that qualify?"

"No, I mean, you know..."

"I don't, that's why I'm asking you, so tell me."

"In love," he muttered. "The only other person who ever kissed me like that was a girl who I used to date when I was a teenager. I guess maybe that stuck with me, reminds me of how that used to feel."

"Was she your mate?"

"No, dating is like...a mate in training. You spend a lot of time together in order to decide if you're right for each other. We were just kids, it was dumb."

"But you liked the way that she made you feel?" Nazka asked, her yellow eyes locked with his.

"Y-Yeah, those were good times."

She pressed down on him, her soft lips meeting his, a surge of tingling sensation crawling down his spine as she embraced him. Her fur was like silk on his skin, as luxurious as a mink coat, and he closed his eyes as he tasted the familiar copper of her tongue as it wormed its way into his mouth. He felt as if a mist had descended over his brain, his thoughts muddled and intangible, evading his grasp like butterflies avoiding a net. His heart skipped, his body leaning into hers of its own accord, his hands seeking out the soft and inviting meat of her thighs and midriff as if compelled by some external force.

Her kiss was measured and gentle, their tongues intertwining like two snakes as Nazka fed him only as much of her oversized organ as was necessary, her slow and rhythmic licking sending points of light dancing before his retinas. He rubbed his thighs together, and she pressed her groin down on him, Eriksen lurching in surprise as she squashed his growing erection against his belly with her dripping vulva.

She pulled back for a moment, pinching his lower lip between her pointed teeth and pulling it gently, releasing it to bounce back as he panted beneath her.

"You should be honest," she whispered, "how will I know what you want if you can't ask for it?"

Eriksen swooned for a moment, dazed by the kiss. But as she looked down at him, a new fire rose in his belly. He dug his fingers into the meat of her thigh for leverage and reached down between her legs, gripping his rigid member and angling it towards her opening. It was already slippery with her juices, and as he rubbed the tender glans up and down her vulva, she shivered appreciatively, a sly laugh leaving her lips.

"Now who's being aggressive?"

He found her entrance, her slick walls greeting the tip of his erection with their soft, firm embrace. More of her flowing juices glazed him, running down his shaft in blobs and ensuring that the contact between his skin and her rosy flesh was smooth and frictionless. He pushed deeper, her narrow passage spreading to accommodate him, like wet satin scraping against his organ. Judging by her size he felt as if he should have been able to get his whole damned arm inside her no problem, but that just wasn't the case, her muscle tone made her tight enough that it was an effort just to get his fingers in there. He bucked into her, frustrated by the cautious approach, burying his cock up to the hilt. Nazka grunted, surprised by his newfound vigor, letting more of her weight fall on him to drive him deeper. He began to move, slowly at first, then mounting in speed and force as he clung to her waist for purchase.

Her heavy breasts were hanging over his head enticingly, at eye level as she planted her hands on the mattress above him to support herself, bouncing with every thrust like ripples on the surface of a lake. He reached up to grab one, feeling her loins clench around him in response, his digits sinking deep into her sensitive fat to twist and knead. He was rough with them, callous, but he knew her well enough to know that it wasn't hurting her. She was used to hard bites that scarred, bruises and cuts from sex that would have turned this fragile bed to splinters, he didn't need to hold back.

He gripped handfuls of her pliant flesh, as malleable as putty, feeling the weighty globes deform and the fat spread between his fingers as he applied more pressure. Her body twisted, her chiseled abdominal muscles flexing as she moved, her hips rolling as the stimulation made her wriggle and quiver. He could hear her breath coming harder and faster, low growls through gritted teeth, her tunnel wringing his throbbing erection like a dishcloth.

Her bust was impressive, the massive, hanging globes were each larger than his head and as heavy as the bags of fertilizer that he sometimes had to lug from the station docks to the hydroponic gardens where they grew their vegetables. He would have had trouble lifting one of them under his own power, and two of these monsters would have destroyed the spine of any human woman, but the far larger and more powerful Borealan carried them well. They were absurd by human standards, but appropriate on her larger frame. He marveled at the realization that these were unlikely to be the largest set that her species had produced. He was more of a waist to hip ratio guy, but the damned things were like a pair of space hoppers, it was impossible not to get lost in them.

She lowered herself towards him, resting on her elbows, clearly enjoying the attention and wanting more. He brought one of them close to his face, clawing at the meat with his fingers and sucking the pink nipple into his mouth, the colors reminding him of a cherry on a slice of chocolate cake. He sucked the hard nub of flesh between his lips, playing his tongue over it and chewing it gently with his teeth. She shivered, another low rumble emanating from deep in her throat like a lioness staking her claim on a kill.

Nazka liked it rough, and while he couldn't throw her around and tear her up like a half-ton example of her own species could, he could certainly do more to cater to her tastes. She seemed to be appreciating his efforts, she was bent almost double, her warm breath blowing his hair as he caught her nipple between his lip and his teeth and tugged at it. She ground her hips against him in earnest, pressing his pelvis deep into the mattress, the springs creaking their protest beneath him as she bounced. She was impaling herself on him, dragging her velvet flesh from the base of his shaft to the tip as it clung to him like a latex glove, then letting herself fall back down on him with enough force to hurt.