Splashdown Remastered and Housecat

Was he finally relenting? Desire burned inside her like a smoldering fire, she felt so woefully empty. It was if there was an itch deep inside her that she couldn't reach, her thighs closing around his hand as he teased her.

He hooked a finger around her insubstantial panties and pulled them aside, linked to her swollen lips by a sagging web of fluids. She felt something cool, textured, and she realized that he was pushing the bullet-shaped device on the end of the long wire inside her.

It was ribbed, made from flexible plastic or perhaps silicone, dragging against the sensitive walls of her passage as he pushed it deeper. Her muscular tunnel closed around it, a tremor rolling through her body, sparks of pleasure searing her nerves. She was so wet that McGregor's progress was scarcely impeded by her clenching, and he continued on until the device was buried in her most intimate depths.

He withdrew, her amber eyes following his finger as he brought it to his mouth and sucked her juices from it, leaving her aching and wanting. What had been the point of that? Was he just teasing her? He seemed to see the question in her expression, and he withdrew something from his pocket, brandishing what looked like a smaller version of the remote that he had used to control the movie screen.

Before she could ask what it was, he pushed one of the buttons, and she was filled with a sudden burst of unexpected pleasure. The object that he had pushed inside her was moving of its own accord, shaking and vibrating as her muscular passage tightened around it, the sensation so sudden and powerful that it drove a pitiful mewl from her lips. Her spine arched off the couch, her claws digging into the fabric of the armrest, her thighs squeezing together as she writhed.

The vibrations spread through her in waves, washing up her torso and down her legs, as if everything between her chest and her knees was being massaged by a thousand tiny hands. It penetrated her muscles, she could feel it in her bones, her syrupy emissions seeping through her panties and falling to wet the cushions beneath her.

McGregor pressed the button again, and the vibrations ceased.

She sank into the couch, breathing heavily, rubbing her now sticky thighs together as she recovered from the sensation. She had never felt anything like that before, it must be some kind of human machine, designed to dispense pleasure. She was constantly surprised by the gadgets and trinkets that the little aliens came up with.

The wracking pleasure had been intense, almost unbearable, but he had ended it before she had been able to get off. She turned her head to look at him, her cheeks red, her feline eyes pleading for more.

"Good girl," he whispered, and she bit her lower lip as she felt a fresh flare of lust rise up inside her. It made her feel funny when he said that, turned on, but also oddly acquiescent. She was a good girl, or at least she tried to be, and she was pleased when he praised her for her good behavior. Serving her Alpha was her primary purpose after all, the greatest aspiration of all Borealans.

"Now I want 'you' to say it," he said, a sly smile curling his lips. "Who's my good girl?"

"I-I am," she stammered, her heart beating so hard that it was making her chest wobble in her frilled brassiere.

Her toes curled as he pressed the button, the tiny egg that he had pushed inside her vibrating violently, making her feel as if every nerve that she had down there was being stroked simultaneously. As abruptly as it had come, the sensation abated, leaving her frustrated and desperate for more. Her loins were drooling like a hungry mouth, she couldn't stand much more of his teasing.

"Say it," he repeated.

"I-I'm your good girl," she repeated, her passage spasming and twitching with residual pleasure. Why did those words make her so hot, why did they make her face burn and her loins ache?

He hit the button again, sending her into convulsions of ecstasy, the couch's wooden frame creaking its displeasure beneath her as she shivered and whined. McGregor played with more buttons, and she felt a change in the device, the violent shaking growing weaker and leveling out into a dull buzz. It still kept her on edge, the slow throb making stars dance before her eyes, her thighs pressing together reflexively to match its pulsing rhythm.

She reached a hand between her legs, intent on rubbing out the orgasm that she had been building towards all day, but she hesitated as she heard McGregor give her a stern command.

"No. Don't touch yourself."

"But..." She whined, torn between pleasure and obedience.

"Zhari," he growled, "obey your Alpha."

Reluctantly, she did as she was ordered, letting her hands fall limply at her sides.

"You're not to touch yourself unless I give you permission, understand?"

She nodded, her expression sullen.

"Don't worry," he continued, "a good Alpha never gives with one hand and takes with the other. Be a good girl, and your obedience will be rewarded."

She let out a stifled groan as he dialed up the vibrations again, the device dancing and oscillating inside her. Its textured surface was maddening, rubbing against her silken walls as they did their utmost to squeeze against it, drawing it ever deeper. She couldn't help but contract her muscles around it, and the tighter her loins became, the more she felt its maddening resonance. As amazing as it felt, and as much as it turned her legs to jelly, it wasn't enough to make her climax.

She was jolted back to alertness by the sensation of McGregor's hand resting on her leg, his fingers stroking her, enjoying her velvet skin and the firm muscle that lurked beneath. He watched her convulse for a moment, before lowering the intensity so that she could function again.

"Do you want to come?" He asked, her round ears swiveling to listen intently.

"Yes," she whined, quivering as he squeezed the soft meat of her thigh.

"Remember when we talked about table manners? What do we say when we want something?"

"P-Please," Zhari begged, practically foaming at the mouth. The foreign object still buzzed and pulsed inside her, heat radiating through her body like a fever.

"Phrase it as a question, and I might consider relieving you."

"P-Please may I come?"

"And who is your question directed towards?" McGregor asked, his fingers sliding up her damp thigh and halting near the warmth of her crotch.

"Please m-may I come, my Alpha?"

"Very well," he sighed, "but only because you asked me so nicely."

He rose from his seat beside her on the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of her and parting her legs with his hands. He leaned down close to her, Zhari craning her neck to watch him over the mounds of her bust as his cheek brushed her thigh, another tremor rolling through her as she felt his hot breath through the thin lace of her underwear.

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McGregor pushed his head beneath Zhari's skirt and pulled her lace panties aside, the thin fabric soaked with her excitement, strands of it dripping free as he exposed her flushed lips. She was feverishly hot, so swollen that she looked sore. He felt her massive body flinch as he brushed his fingers against her sensitive anatomy.

She got excessively wet on the best of days. Despite her size, her muscle tone made her unexpectedly tight, and the males of her species were well endowed. She was gushing now however, her loins glistening with a layer of slime, thick ropes of it clinging to the fabric of her underwear. It felt as if someone had soaked her lingerie in personal lubricant.

She was so large, so powerful, but she trembled like a leaf as he spread her labia with two fingers to expose the pink flesh within. He had never seen her so aroused before, it was like she was being touched for the first time, her opening twitching and spasming around the egg vibrator's cable as it vanished inside her.

He thumbed the remote, upping the frequency of the vibration to a low buzz, feeling her thick thighs tense against his cheeks as a wave of pleasure tore through her like an electric shock. It was a little alarming, she was strong enough to pop his head like a ripe cherry if she wasn't careful.

He could feel her warmth on his lips, smell her familiar musk, her feminine scent enticing him as he pressed closer. He raked his tongue between her labia, made slippery by her juices, tracing the lines and folds of her sex as he roamed higher. She groaned, her tension palpable, beads of sweat welling on her burnished skin as her muscular belly clenched and flexed. She was almost hot enough to scald him, and he felt the vibrator's cable on the tip of his tongue as he began to lap, jerking and moving as her inner walls wrung the toy with a desperate fervor.

Borealans had rough tongues, and it took uncommon skill for them to perform oral sex on a partner without it becoming unpleasant. Like a cat, the upper surface of their organs were lined with tiny barbs that were used to comb their fur, and perhaps to aid in eating. It made them less than ideal for gently teasing a clitoris, or curling around a tender glans.

A human tongue however was smooth and soft, making even a clumsy and inexperienced human partner a rare and coveted delight. McGregor knew his way around a woman well enough, and he knew Zhari's lush folds like the back of his own hand, he knew exactly how to make her swoon.

She bucked her wide hips, grinding her loins against his face as he licked and mouthed, her thick juices hanging from his chin in ropes. He pushed his tongue into her opening, feeling her muscles seize around his organ, too slippery to get a grip. The toy's cable was cool against his tongue, contrasting against her burning flesh, he could feel the vibrations from it as they flowed through her.

He withdrew, hearing her croon and purr, taking a moment to plant a kiss on her inner thigh before sliding higher. He felt her engorged protrusion on the tip of his tongue, hearing her loose a sharp gasp and feeling her body tense as he grazed its smooth surface. He pressed his lips around her clitoris, sucking it out from beneath its protective hood of skin. It felt large and prominent in his mouth as he circled it with his tongue, painting it with his saliva, her clawed fingers shooting down to delve into his hair. The curved talons tickled his scalp as she took handfuls, guiding him as his lips roamed across her sensitive vulva.

He took advantage of her affected state to slide his hands across her meaty thighs, slick with her juices, her skin as smooth and as luxurious as velvet. Beneath the subtle layer of fat that made her so inviting and touchable was firm muscle, like bunches of steel cables as they flexed with every stroke of his tongue. They were so thick that he could wrap both arms around them and his fingers would scarcely meet on the other side, like a pair of tree trunks, entirely necessary to support her immense weight in the high gravity of her home planet.

His fingers crept higher, tracing the wide curve of her hip and playing across her taut belly, her developed abdominal muscles protruding from beneath her satin skin. They were wet with a sheen of fresh sudor, making her body glisten in the low light as it twisted and writhed. He rested his hand just above the silky tuft of orange fur that passed for her pubic hair, he could feel the vibrator beneath his palm, able to distinguish the rhythmic pulsing from her own muscle spasms.

He decided to switch things up, keeping her clitoris trapped between his lips as he pressed buttons with his thumb. The remote had a lot of settings, and McGregor intended to get the most out of his purchase, changing the vibration from a constant buzz to a pulsating throb that made the silicone egg beat inside her like a tiny heart. She reacted strongly, her eyes widening and her feline pupils dilating into dark circles as she gripped his hair more tightly, her furry fingers trembling.

McGregor took the opportunity to slip a finger inside her, feeling her narrow passage ripple and clench as his digit parted her walls with some difficulty. There was so much resistance, she was so impossibly tight, he was surprised that her powerful contractions hadn't crushed the toy to dust by now. His digit shared the space with the vibrator's flexible cable, her viscous excitement leaking around his knuckle as his pushed deeper, finding the toy with the tip of his finger.

He began to curl it in a 'come hither' motion, probing the upper wall of her tunnel in search of a weak spot that he knew from experience to be present. He kept up his ardent sucking all the while, circling her engorged clitoris with his tongue and coating its firm surface in his saliva, every glance drawing a gasp from her lips as she shuddered and moaned under his relentless assault.

Zhari was close to the edge, he could feel it in the way that her muscular tunnel gripped him, rolling up his finger in wracking waves as he teased her. He had kept her hot and ready all day, a little cruel perhaps, especially for a Borealan who was so accustomed to sex being a fast and brutal affair. He had achieved the desired result however, he delighted in the way that she was reacting to his long delayed attentions, her paw-like toes curling and uncurling as her puffy tail waved back and forth.

She looked good in the lingerie, he had gotten the dimensions spot-on. The lace garment could scarcely have been referred to as clothing, a net of black silk designed more to entice than to preserve the wearer's modesty. The floral patterns were arranged in such a way so that they only covered what they needed to. He longed to have her undress for him, slow and teasing, until all that she was wearing were her black undergarments. All in good time. He was playing the long game here, and he intended to enjoy every minute of it.

Zhari had sunk deep into the plush cushions of the couch, her knees resting on the carpeted floor as she thrusted and gyrated, her body seeking out more stimulation. Her clawed fingers had left his hair and were now sinking deep into the faux-leather, another expense to add to the bill. He decided that it was about time to end her suffering, drawing on her protruding nub of flesh and driving his finger into her g-spot. With his free hand he dialed the vibrator up to its maximum setting, feeling the powerful oscillations travel through her loins, penetrating deep into muscle and bone.

She mewled desperately, a weak and pitiable sound coming from such a proud creature, her spine arching as she lost herself in the pleasure. He felt her climax around his finger, crushing it with a force that was almost alarming, wringing his digit with waves of muscular contractions that sought to drag him deeper. He dropped the remote, wrapping his free arm around her waist in attempt to keep his mouth locked to her loins as she bucked and jumped, her fluids gushing past his hand as he drew out another decimating orgasm.

She just kept going, pushing the heels of her hands into her eyes as she bared her sharp teeth, a strand of drool escaping her lips as she endured the overwhelming sensations. She cursed in her native tongue, the meaning of the alien words obvious enough to McGregor as he lapped at her swollen clitoris. He withdrew his finger from her passage, no longer able to tolerate her squeezing, her burning loins fighting to keep him inside as his movement solicited another burst of ecstasy.

Her long legs trembled, her abs flexing under the strain, glistening with sweat as she fucked the air with a hopeless zeal. McGregor finally relented, pulling away from her roiling body, his lips linked to hers with a fat string of her come. He fumbled for the remote, decreasing the intensity of the vibrations to a slower, more placating rumble. He watched excitedly as she slowly lowered her trembling body back down onto the couch, tremors passing through her impressive musculature.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, the alien wetting her pink lips with her long tongue as she collapsed, her furry hands roaming across her belly and thighs as she rode out the last pulses of pleasure. She was red-faced, exhausted, her body dripping with sweat. He hadn't seen her come this hard since that first night in the cave. Seeing her this way made him as hard as a damned rock. It was a struggle to prevent himself from tearing off his clothes and plunging into her inviting passage, her loins splayed and dripping, the sight of it making his mouth water with anticipation.

He had to stay in control, that was the whole point of this exercise. All of the tension that he had built up so far would melt away if he allowed himself to succumb to her charms. No, he had to play the role of the stoic Alpha for now. He would enjoy her later, in ways that she could not even imagine, all in good time.

He crawled up beside her on the couch, stroking her burning cheek with his hand, feeling her twitch as she responded to his touch. She looked up at him with her amber eyes, adoring, almost worshiping. She seemed expectant, waiting for something, and he slid his hand down her slippery stomach as her muscles twitched beneath the surface of her wet skin. He pushed beneath her skirt, enjoying the silky texture of her lingerie as he searched for her clitoris, rubbing it slowly and pushing his face into the nape of her neck. He bit her, painful for a human, but Borealans went wild for it. That was what their Alphas did, they sank their sharp teeth deep into the flesh of their subordinate's necks and shoulders when they fucked them ragged, leaving scars that marked them as their own.

She came again, her eyelids fluttering as the tingling pleasure spread through her, an almost inaudible sigh escaping her throat.

"Good girl," he whispered in her ear, and she crooned contentedly at the sound of his voice.

They lay together for a few minutes, McGregor cradling her head, almost apologetic as she recovered from her ordeal. She was grinning however, giddy, awash with a deep and permeating euphoria. When her afterglow finally subsided, she reached down to remove the toy, but McGregor stayed her hand.

"Keep it in," he said, brandishing the remote. Her face flushed with a new heat, her eyes glazing over as she stared at the wireless controller, no doubt coming to grips with the idea that he could cripple her with pleasure whenever he pleased. She would never know when it would come, or how intense it would be, she only knew that McGregor had his finger on the button.

"Y-Yes," she croaked, her voice hoarse. "As you wish..."

"You'd better get cleaned up before dinner," he said, patting her thigh. "There's a Borealan sized shower in the bathroom. Don't worry about your toy, it's waterproof...evidently."

She rose to her feet unsteadily, putting her weight on the armrest, swaying drunkenly as she proceeded towards the sliding door. McGregor eyed the sizable puddle that she had left on the cushion. Better get some towels, or he could kiss his deposit goodbye.

CHAPTER 8: A BATTLE OF WITS

"So what other kinds of movies are there?" Zhari asked, forking a cut of steak into her mouth. She was getting the hang of cutlery now, McGregor would make a proper lady out of her yet.

"That's kind of a vague question," he laughed, "and pass the gravy."

She reached across the table with her long arm, placing the condiment in front of him, and he lathered his mashed potatoes with the brown liquid. They had eaten turkey for lunch, and McGregor had made grilled porterhouse steaks along with potatoes and greens for dinner. One for him, five for Zhari. Fortunately the apartment had an oven geared towards Borealan needs, and it was scaled up appropriately.

"Let me think," he continued, chewing on a mouthful of mashed potato. "There's drama, that's usually about relationships and romance. Horror, those are designed to scare you. Comedy, they're supposed to make you laugh, fantasy and science-fiction are about fictional scenarios. Westerns, action, musicals. There are too many to list. Why, did you have something in mind?"