Splashdown Remastered and Housecat

"Don't make me ask you again."

He complied, pressing his lips against hers. They were almost painfully hot, and slippery with her excitement, fat strands of it falling to his red cheeks. She shuddered, tensing up as he pushed his tongue past her opening, into a tunnel of textured, tight flesh. She tasted of salt and metal. She squeezed his head between her soft thighs, hard muscles rippling beneath the fat, and he licked rhythmically. She strained to control her hips, trying not to grind into his face and smother him, but unable to keep still. She brought a finger to her mouth and bit it, screwing her eyes shut.

She had taken things this far, and obviously intended to take them further, she wasn't trying to teach him a lesson she just wanted to fuck. It was as plain as day, and the only one of them she was trying to fool with her bizarre justifications and mental gymnastics was herself.

In any case, she wouldn't let him go now. The best course of action might be to simply satisfy her cravings, then deal with the fallout once she had been sated. Hell, her body was amazing, she was built like an Olympic swimmer. If he could gain the upper hand, he might even enjoy this. How often did you get to plow a stuck up Borealan with a superiority complex?

With that thought in mind, and with a renewed will to fight, he probed where he assumed a clitoris would be. His lips found the swollen, protruding nub of flesh as he crawled his tongue up her vulva, tracing the folds and creases of her sex. He wrapped his lips around it, and felt her freeze, her velvet thighs quivering against his cheeks. He held it in his lips for a moment, teasing her, then sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue around it.

Zhari groaned, leaning forward, her abs curling above his face as he pressed the protrusion between his tongue and his teeth.

"Damn it...not so hard," she gasped, her fingers sinking into his hair and gripping handfuls. He ignored her warning and sucked harder, flicking the tip of his tongue over it and chewing lightly. He felt her body spasm, and she let out a stifled cry, adorable coming from such a proud creature. He didn't let up, continuing his assault on the most tender part of her anatomy as she shook and trembled. Her juices were overflowing, dripping onto his face and leaking down her inner thighs, coating them in a reflective sheen. How aroused could she possibly get?

McGregor jumped as he felt Zhari's fluffy, prehensile tail slide down past his waistband and wrap around his stiff member. It tickled his skin, the sensation was distracting. He gasped into her groin as the tentacle-like appendage tightened, squeezing him intermittently. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt the will to resist her recede slightly. He had to stay in control, because she wasn't. He could gain the upper hand in this fight, and that's what it was, a brawl. He had to win.

"See? If you're obedient, and you behave, I can make you feel good."

Don't listen to her. Stay alert, stay in control, and you can win this.

Every lick or kiss was met with a squeezing from her tail, the fluffy appendage wrapped around his shaft as she grinded against his face. Despite himself, the jolts of pleasure traveled up his spine, making his head spin. Better to finish her off quickly, before she took him along for the ride and he lost control too.

He sucked hard and bit her gently, drawing her clitoris out from beneath its protective hood and massaging with his tongue. She arched her back, her long tongue lolling from her mouth in an obscene display, her hands leaving his hair to seek out her breasts. She squeezed and kneaded them, squashing him between her thighs as she was driven to a great, shuddering climax. Every muscle in her body tensed, bulging from beneath her lustrous skin, made slick with her sudor. She writhed on top of him, her essence flooding his mouth as she came.

He spluttered as she panted and shivered over him, waves of her orgasm wracking her body one after another. He mouthed and licked her mound and thighs, every touch of his lips sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through her. He was amazed, either he was God's gift to Borealans, or Zhari was wound up tighter than a rail gun spring. Just how long had she suppressed these desires?

She fell off him sideways, curling up into the fetal position on the dirt floor as she shivered and whined. Her fingers strayed down to her loins as she rubbed and squirmed, her breath ragged as she drew out the last pangs of her climax. Had he succeeded? Would she even notice if he left now? He was disappointed for a moment, watching her writhe on the cave floor. His erection was straining against his torn flight suit, he wanted to come too...

No, escape was more important. He rolled onto his front and rose to his knees, intending to dash the exit, but he felt Zhari's tail wrap around his ankle.

"I'm not done...you're still not obeying me."

She tugged and he fell to the floor again.

"Damn it Zhari! You got what you wanted, now let me go!"

"I want you to obey me."

"Bullshit, you've got it bad for humans and you're taking it out on me."

Zhari uncurled and rose to her knees, her hands resting on the ground as she panted, still shaky and flooded with seething afterglow. She began to crawl towards him, her breasts swaying in her tank top. He shuffled backwards but her tail was hooked tightly around his leg. She tugged, dragging him closer.

She hooked her claws into his utility belt and began to pull off what remained of his tattered flight suit. She dragged the clothing down over his ankles along with his underwear, and threw it aside, leaving him exposed.

She had that longing in her eyes again, a carnality that gleamed behind her amber pupils as she gazed at him. Her cheeks were wet and rosy, her breathing hard and heavy, the residue of her orgasm still dripping from between her pale thighs. She was incorrigible, unreasonable, but not insane. He knew that much at least, but she was so unreachable behind her wall of lust that she might as well have been on another planet, trying to reason with her would be futile.

"Being an Alpha doesn't just mean hurting and punishing," she panted, her eyes lingering on his groin. "Be good, do as I say, and I'll make sure that you're happy and safe. I'll make you feel good."

She grasped his growing erection with her furry hand and stroked gently. McGregor flinched, sparks flew in his brain and he felt his will to fight her being sapped. She leaned down and kissed the tip, her soft, warm lips pressing against his glans. He bulged to full mast, heat rising in his member as she looked up at him, a smug smile on her face. She planted slow, wet kisses on his belly, then on his hip, then his thigh. McGregor gasped despite himself, Zhari squeezing his erection gently between her fingers as he watched her, those soft lips creeping towards his manhood.

Maybe he should give in, this wasn't so bad...

No, if he did that, she would have won. Why did he want to win so badly? He couldn't remember, his brain was fuzzy, hazy...

"Just wait," she whispered, her warm breath tickling the head of his cock. "When I'm done with you, you'll be on your knees, begging for me to lead you."

She slid her puffy lips over the head, sucking it into her hot, slimy mouth. He bucked as he felt her rough, textured tongue coil around his glans, coating it with a layer of viscous saliva. She gripped the shaft in her hand and pumped slowly as she played with the tip, pressing him to the ground with her other hand on his belly.

***

It was so ugly and veiny, a brutal instrument with a scoop on the head that was clearly evolved to draw out the sperm of its rivals, a combative organ worthy of a Borealan. Zhari rubbed her thighs together restlessly as she imagined what it might feel like to thrust the brutish thing inside her. The heat of it, the sensation of the grotesque veins and its alien shape as it grazed her walls and penetrated the depths of her body. Her mouth watered over it as she rolled her tongue around the fleshy tip. Was this what had so captivated Raz? What had driven her to such depravity? She had been right about their tongues, smooth and agile unlike the rougher, clumsier tongues of her ilk. Would she be right about this too? Zhari's heart thudded in her chest, arousal seethed in her belly and made her erogenous zones ache for the plucky human's touch, but something nagged in the back of her mind.

It was her duty, this was part of her mission, right? Then why was she enjoying it so much? Usually her lovers had already been defeated, they were submissive and bloody, unwilling or unable to resist her. Sex was an almost dispassionate element of their surrender. The blood, the fight, the orgasm. They were violent and exciting, but short affairs. On occasion she would recruit an underling to pleasure her, but it was basically masturbatory. They did what they were told to do and they had no will of their own, lest their will offend their Alpha.

The human refused to submit, he wouldn't stop fighting, his will was strong and he continued to disobey her. Sex with him had an unpredictable quality that excited her, his continued resistance only inflamed her passion. She wanted more, maybe more than he could give, but she would wring it out of him regardless.

Was she really doing this so that he would follow orders? Or had she suppressed her unwelcome desire for the aliens, and denied it until it had developed into a fetish, as McGregor had accused? She felt a surge of guilt at the thought that she might prefer this alien, this inferior animal, over the company of her own kind. But the taboo only fanned the flames of her libido.

***

McGregor's beautiful assailant pressed her head down, her smooth lips slipping down his shaft and kissing the base. She sucked hard, the hot, tight walls of her cheeks closing around him like a prison of wet silk as her tongue coiled and teased. He gasped as the head of his member pressed against the back of her throat.

She knew what she was doing, better than any human woman he had ever been with, it was almost painfully good. He realized with a pang of shame that she was no longer restraining him. Pleasure was his restraint now, his own traitorous nervous system was his prison, the unbearable waves of sensation that caused his hips to roll and his back to arch were his bonds.

She moved her head up and down rhythmically, squeezing his balls gently in her soft hand. He writhed and his breath caught in his throat, his vision blurring and tiny points of light dancing before his retinas as he felt his orgasm mounting. She slowed as she felt his member throb and jump in her mouth, and pulled back, not wanting to finish him off too quickly. She closed her lips around his head again, licking and mouthing too gently to send him over the edge.

"Damn it...why?" McGregor grumbled.

She pushed his member into her cheek and spoke over it, the vibrations of her mouth tickling him.

"I won't let you come until you ask for it," she mumbled, meeting his pained stare with her lurid gaze.

Damn it. He lay back on the ground, the soil cool on his naked skin, and tried not to flinch as she mouthed and kissed. His knees were trembling and his balls ached, she had brought him to the edge and then denied him release, knowing that to ask for her mercy would be as good as surrendering.

"I told you I'd make you beg, McGregor."

"I-I won't beg..." Indignation flared, anger revitalizing him and gving him the strength to hold out. She could tease him all she wanted, but he wouldn't give in, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Zhari dragged both of her hands down his thighs, her claws leaving identical red welts in his skin, the sensation making him jump.

"Oh I think you will, I can do things to you that will make your toes curl."

"Try me."

***

The little human would not submit. Again and again she thought she saw cracks in his resolve, she expected the low whisper of submission to escape his lips, the long awaited admission of inferiority. But every time she had him teetering over the precipice, he pulled back at the last second, denying her the satisfaction. It made her angry, but more than that, it drove her wild. The fight for dominance and standing with other Borealans was swift. If the weaker party were to resist for too long, they might be seriously injured as the physical confrontation dragged on. She could not cut this challenger with her sharp claws. She could not harry him with blows until, beaten and broken, he acquiesced.

She could force him to come whenever she liked, but that wasn't the point. The point was to make him recognize her as his Alpha, the sole bestower of both pain and pleasure, punishment and reward. The human teased and provoked, pushing her buttons and inciting her, even as she punished him for it. It was as if some cruel deity had designed these humans for no other purpose than to torment her, but it was a sweet misery, she could never have guessed it would be possible to be this turned on. She wanted more, she wanted that pulsing, brutish organ inside her. She wanted to fuck McGregor until her loins tore and he begged her to stop, but she wouldn't. She would break him, induct him into her pack, and make use of his smooth tongue and his ugly organ whenever she liked.

The mission? Fuck the mission. She wanted to own him, mind, body and soul.

***

Zhari crawled up on top of McGregor, pinning his arms to the floor with her iron grip. She hovered over his pulsing, twitching member, her juices dripping onto it and sliding down his shaft in fat globs.

"This will finish you off," she crooned, a cruel smile on her lips.

McGregor glared up at her, defiant, yet the anticipation of their imminent coupling made him jump and throb. She was impossibly wet, and despite his disdain for her, Zhari's body made him ache. Her heavy breasts hung inches from his face, hard nipples protruding through her sweat-stained tank top, and glistening beads of moisture rolled down her taut abs. Zhari leaned in and pressed the tip of his penis against her blooming flower, rubbing his sensitive glans against her slimy lips. He flinched as the hot, slippery silk dragged over his exposed glans, a burst of sensation washing through his body. Zhari sighed, shivering as the hard organ pressed against her engorged clitoris.

He glanced up at her face, framed by her hanging, orange hair. She was beet red, her cheeks shiny with sudor. She gazed down at him almost lovingly, a deep and unquenchable thirst emanating from behind her yellow eyes. In that moment he wanted to give in. He wanted to let her have him, all of him, if it meant that she would drop her hips down on his cock and let him bury his face in her soft bust. His muscles trembled as the internal conflict rocked his body, what should he do?

His expression gave him away, and Zhari beamed, her pink tongue leaving her mouth to wet her soft lips before she gloated.

"Just say it, little human. Speak the phrase and I'll make all of your dreams come true, fulfill every one of your desires. I surrender, lead me, my Alpha."

McGregor's face burned with shame and he turned his head away to stare at the cave wall. Zhari leaned in and chewed his ear gently, and he closed his eyes, trying to endure the sensation. She pinched his earlobe between her sharp teeth and tugged, feeling his member bulge and press against her moist opening.

Her hot breath warmed his ear as she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

"Just say it...and I'll make you feel this good every night for the rest of your life."

He had to endure, he knew that he could turn this battle around if only he could tolerate sex with her for a few minutes. But as her hot, inviting opening pressed against his swollen member, he wondered if he had it in him.

She brought one of her hands and down and gripped him firmly by the shaft. He yelped and bucked at the sudden pressure, Zhari grinning and maintaining eye contact while sliding his organ against her vulva, rubbing it up and down at a torturously slow pace. Her eyelids drooped at the stimulation, and her intimate gaze sent shivers down his spine. She couldn't keep this up for much longer, she was drooling over him, she wanted this as much as he did. Was it all a pretense to save face?

"I-I won't say it," he muttered.

Her eyes closed slowly and she bit her lower lip, grinding gently against his shaft.

"Then suffer," she purred, forcing him inside her.

***

Zhari felt McGregor's thick organ break through her opening, its slight upward curve pushing against her weak spot. It sent a burst of unbearable pleasure up through her body like a solar flare, and a moan escaped her tightly pursed lips. She forced it all the way inside her in one fluid motion, flinching as the scooped tip kissed her reaches, plunging her innermost depths. It was almost hot enough to burn her, engorged with sweet blood that pumped through the protruding veins, making it beat like a second heart inside her. She rolled her head back, her breathing ragged, and tried not to move too much as her fleshy walls contracted around the foreign shape. Her muscles tryied to pull it deeper, massaging it like a tight fist gloved in slimy velvet. She could feel every twitch and every contour of the brutal organ, she could almost taste it.

The human fared no better, letting out a cry that flooded Zhari's body with heat and desire, along with a cruel inclination to force more cries from him. She wanted to play him like an instrument as he writhed beneath her, powerless.

But something was...wrong.

Her legs were weak and numb, the human's grotesque member pressed and scraped against places it should not be able to reach, pulsing and jumping inside her in a way that she could not control. He bucked and writhed under her, but even her massive weight could not keep him completely still.

A dangerous warmth began to spread through her body, creeping up her spine like some venomous snake intent on reaching her brain in order to better disseminate its poison.

She moved gently, rolling her hips, intending to torment her little captive. His his organ scraped her walls, her vision blurring and stars dancing before her eyes as the pleasure plowed through her mind like a plasma bolt.

This wasn't right, she was supposed to be in control...

Suddenly the human pushed his free hand under her clothing, pressing his fingers into her supple flesh and kneading, deforming her firm breast. She arched her back in surprise, which pressed his member against her weak spot again, the combination of sensations forcing an unbecoming yelp from her mouth. As she writhed, he found a tender nipple and pinched it, sending a jolt through her body that made her collapse forward. The motion brought her chest in range of his mouth, and he lifted her tank top, her heavy orbs bounced free of their constraints. The heavy globes hung tantalizingly, swaying gently with her ragged breathing. He raised his head and sucked a hard nipple between his lips, Zhari shuddering, feeling her strength leaving her.

Her lovers did what they were told to do, they feared her. This human was unpredictable however, unafraid, and he fought her still. For the first time since her adolescence, Zhari felt that her position was at risk, that she might actually lose a fight. She should be worried, but the spreading heat in her belly and the sharp pleasure driving through her chest like a bayonet distracted her, clouding her mind and impairing her judgment. Another shiver crept up her spine, and she began to croon softly as the human pressed her nipple between his teeth and dragged his smooth tongue over its engorged surface.