Tepin's Muse: Gay Edition

Its heat was alarming, welling up inside of him, the smooth organ coated in a lather of bubbling drool that made it so slippery that it was almost frictionless. It was soft enough that it didn't provide too much resistance, but firm enough that he was intensely aware of every inch that slowly crawled its way inside him. He was most sensitive around his entrance, the nerves there lighting up like a color panel as the slick muscle glided against them, the deeper reaches of his passage experiencing a sense of dull fullness. He could feel it in his belly, thick, heavy. The narrowness of his tunnel and the girth of Theesah's tongue meant that it filled him entirely, it was in contact with every tingling nerve ending.

There must be three or four inches of it inside him now, Tepin sinking his teeth into a nearby pillow as a throb of pleasure made him lurch. The Krell's hands were wrapped around his waist, squeezing his springy rump, large enough that his many fingers were groping the trembling Valbara'nay's thighs and belly. Another jolt of tingling sensation made Tepin mewl as he felt the invading tongue begin to spiral, licking him from within, painting his insides with all the finesse of an artist's brush. He was starkly aware of every stroke and glance, as though the Krell was mapping his clenching walls, the spasming of his muscles doing nothing to dissuade the powerful organ. Whenever his body tried to reject the intruder, Theesah only pushed deeper, the waves of wracking pleasure making Tepin feel like his entire lower body was melting.

Another sultry groan escaped his pursed lips as Theesah brushed something sensitive deep inside him, a lump situated on his inner wall, just behind his member. Ecstasy of a kind that he had never felt before washed over him like a tide, his muscles tensing, his mouth opening in a silent wail as the Krell curled his prehensile tongue inside him. Tepin's claws dug into the pillows, the trembling creature bending double as Theesah kneaded the lump, a jolt of pleasure like an electric shock ripping through him.

Was that his prostate? Was this what it felt like? Females sometimes used their tails on especially submissive males, but Tepin had never been inclined to explore that side of his sexuality. Now he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

The Krell was so deep inside him, his fat, slimy coils filling Tepin to capacity. He could feel it flexing as the long, winding organ began to knead his weak spot. It was like someone had hooked him up to the station's power grid, his every stroke dizzying Tepin, the intensity of the sensation making him see stars. It was beyond pleasure, a warmth spreading through his body as though he was being submerged in hot water. The tingling extended to his extremities, his hemipenis throbbing, ropes of his pre drooling from his channels with each lick.

He muttered curses and praises in his high-pitched, native language as Theesah fucked him with his tongue, six inches or more of it buried in his most intimate reaches as it writhed and thrashed. He could feel strands of the Krell's drool leaking from him, acting as a lubricant, globs of it dripping down his thighs to join the wet patches that were soaking the pillows between his legs.

His spine arched, his smooth, polished scales reflecting the light as he writhed beneath his massive lover. He rolled his hips, trying to take the organ deeper, his partner running a rough hand across his flat stomach as though enjoying the feeling of his toned muscles flexing beneath his silky scales. He sank his fingers into Tepin's round butt, mauling the layer of pillowy fat on his thighs, gripping his tail and squeezing it. The Krell's hands were wandering all over him, so large that he had few places to put them.

Theesah suddenly pressed him deeper into the nest of cushions to keep him still, the pressure forcing his tender prong into the satin fabric, a pitiable yelp echoing in the room. The Krell put enough weight on him that he could feel it, but not enough to be oppressive, the twitching Valbara'nay grinning to himself drunkenly as what felt like six or seven inches of rippling tongue bulged his flat belly outwards. He could feel it inside him, kneading his prostate like a fist, milking him relentlessly. It wasn't as sharp, or as localized a feeling as an orgasm. It was something entirely different, as though the sensation of climax that he was so accustomed to was immersing him entirely. The aching eversion between his legs wouldn't stop leaking, every stroke of the Krell's tongue making him throb.

As his bliss began to turn him into a shuddering wreck, Theesah withdrew, the sensation making Tepin whine. He felt empty now, cold, the alien's saliva leaking from his hole. The pillows moved beneath him as the Krell repositioned himself, tugging Tepin closer as he knelt behind him. Tepin was too dazed to pay it much mind until he felt the heat and firmness of the alien's glans sink into one of his yielding cheeks, smearing pre on his scales. Theesah rumbled as he reached down and cupped his massive hand around Tepin's torso, pulling him to his feet and pressing his back into the Krell's underbelly. It was just as soft as his tail had been, a layer of paunchy fat covering the rock-hard muscle that lay beneath the surface, Tepin's feathers flashing as he felt something slide between his thighs.

He looked down to see a solid foot of dripping, azure Krell meat emerge from between his legs, the brutish organ throbbing in the air as his eyes played across it covetously. His own member was resting atop it, the subtle upwards curve of the alien's length pressing them together. Tepin could feel it pulsing as their cocks rubbed against one another, his own fluids dripping from his twin glans to roll down the side of the thick shaft. Seeing the two contrasted so starkly made his heart pound in his chest, his feathers flushing pink with desire.

Realizing what Theesah wanted from him, he squeezed his legs together, sinking the Krell's shaft into the plush fat of his inner thighs. The fine scales there were flush and velvety, polished to a sheen, his flesh as soft as memory foam. The towering creature loosed an appreciative rumble, one hand resting on Tepin's chest to hold him close, the other sinking into the plump meat of his hip. He began to thrust, the slimy substance that coated his blue organ making it slide against the burnished scales, brushing against Tepin's leaking member from below as they frotted.

It was surprisingly pleasurable. The Krell's organ was slippery and rubbery in texture, and Tepin's thighs were sensitive, the base of his tail resting atop Theesah's pulsing eversion. He wasn't sure how much his lover was getting out of it, but the way that he was hugging Tepin against his chubby underside was encouraging.

Tepin unwound the feather sheaths on his forearms, opening up his plumage, feeling Theesah's member jump between his thighs as he began to play them lightly across the Krell's glans. They were already sullied from earlier, it hardly mattered now. The delicate plumage brushed across Theesah's tender head, Tepin using them to tease and tickle. They might be sticky right now, but he devoted a great deal of time to grooming them, keeping them soft and vibrant.

The Krell's thrusting became erratic, Tepin feeling the massive creature shiver and twitch. He began to squeeze his thighs rhythmically as he stroked, practically sitting atop the azure member as it flexed and bounced, his prehensile tail coiling around the base of the alien's shaft where it emerged from his slit. He chuckled to himself as he heard the low, resonating grumbling coming from above. Now who was the one in control?

Tepin began to dance, slowly rocking his hips, thrusting back and forth as he kept the alien's monstrous organ trapped between his legs. His tail remained tightly wrapped around the base of the Krell's cock, he enjoyed the way that it pulsed against his thighs, his feathers teasing its tip.

All males danced. It was a good way to show off to prospective flocks, the staccato movements making the flesh of one's thighs and rump quiver, the flowing twists and drops accentuating the hips and tail. It was also part of Valbara'nay mating rituals, the male performing a reciprocal feather dance if he accepted a proposition. The practice was deeply interwoven with his people's sexuality.

Theesah was far more sensitive than he would have assumed, perhaps the size of his organ meant that there were more nerves packed into it, the creature visibly struggling to save from knocking Tepin off his feet with his thrusting. Every gentle stroke of his damp feathers made his partner tremble, the blue member swelling and flexing. Tepin too was starting to lose himself to the pleasure, his prong rubbing against the alien's smooth shaft, the friction driving him closer and closer to the edge.

He collapsed his feathers, wrapping the prehensile sheaths around the Krell's shaft like muscular tentacles, gripping it beneath the shovel-shaped glans with both hands. As he began to slide them up and down the alien's length, using the slimy fluid that coated it as a lubricant, Theesah started to rumble. He was close, but Tepin didn't want him to finish just yet.

The engorged organ seemed to swell even more as Tepin tightened his tail around the base, cutting off the alien's rising orgasm. Theesah grumbled unhappily, the Valbara'nay craning his neck to look up at him, batting his lashes innocently.

"Just a little longer...please," he begged. Theesah rolled his yellow eyes, Tepin smirking at him. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

Using his sheaths for leverage, he pulled the foot-long organ upwards and wrapped his arms around it, pressing it flush against his smooth torso. The flared glans was now near his chest, Tepin leaning down to press his lips against it, beginning to mouthe and lick as he stroked it. His prong was now squashed between the Krell's organ and his own belly, the constant thrusting and stroking rubbing it, the stimulation only making him squirm more ardently. There was little that Theesah could do besides let his arms hang at his sides as the little Valbara'nay used his whole body to push him towards the edge.

Tepin pumped relentlessly, sliding his soft hands and his winding sheaths up and down Theesah's shaft, doting on the glans with gentle kisses and licks. Something about the slightly salty taste combined with the scent of wet leather that the alien exuded was intoxicating. He felt his partner begin to tremble, the powerful muscles in his inflamed member starting to twitch and spasm as Tepin wrung it with intent.

He felt the convulsive orgasm as it tore through Theesah's body, the taut muscles beneath the Krell's husky fat flexing as he was pressed against the alien's underbelly. It welled up at the base of his member, Tepin delighting in the way that he could feel the wads of his emission moving up his spasming shaft, angling the twitching glans away from his face this time as he anticipated the release.

It erupted like a geyser, hot, viscous ejaculate spraying up into the air before falling heavily to the cushions in the recess below them. Tepin was transfixed, watching with drooping eyelids as thick, gelatinous ropes of milky fluid draped themselves over the pillows at their feet. He eased more of it out with his relentless stroking, coupled with the clenching of his thighs and tail, refusing the Krell even a brief moment of respite. It just kept coming, each wave of his climax more powerful than the last, thick ropes of his semen drooling down the length of his azure shaft.

Tepin's mouth watered as he watched the clumps of cloudy seed slowly dribble down Theesah's length, his heart pounding, his swollen eversion rubbing against his partner's still rigid organ. Unable to help himself, he brought his lips to his lover's glans, dragging his tongue through the warm, clinging glaze of fluid. That wonderfully salty, musky taste filled his mouth again, seeming to cloud his mind as he found himself rolling it across his tongue. The still sensitive Krell shuddered as Tepin cleaned the flared head, licking it adoringly. The arousal was so intense, he felt like he was burning up.

The smoldering pleasure that had been keeping Tepin on edge for what felt like an eternity suddenly became a roaring blaze, a throb of ecstasy making his beleaguered body contort, the Valbara'nay baring his sharp teeth as he hugged Theesah's shaft. He gave in to the overwhelming euphoria, his body going limp as his prong flexed and pulsed, his warm seed splashing against the alien's length as he frotted against the rubbery flesh. He gripped the still throbbing pole for dear life, his tiny hands sliding in the slippery semen that coated it, his feathers going haywire as they flashed rainbow patterns.

His muscles were on fire, keeping up with such a strong, vigorous partner had exhausted him. The Valbara'nay were not known for their stamina. He felt like he was giving everything that he had, tingling pleasure washing over him, his high-pitched moan joining Theesah's resonating purring. The Krell's member was strong enough to hold him aloft as he rode out his shuddering climax, every spasm of pleasure making him whimper and moan as his swollen eversion rubbed against the Krell's thick, slimy shaft.

Slowly, he seemed to come down from his high, Theesah sliding him off his still rigid member. More warm goop rubbed off on his thighs and tail in the process, there was so much of it, their sexual fluids blended into a sordid concoction. His eversion was slowly receding now, his twin glans drooling strands of fluid as Theesah gently lowered him to the sullied pillows below.

Tepin was a mess. He was covered in pigment that he wasn't sure would ever come off, and he was drenched in alien fluids, globs of cloudy emission clinging to his carefully groomed scales. The feather sheaths on his arms were wet, the pillows that surrounded him damp and stained. Tepin's first instinct should have been to make for one of the basking pools, but he was so satisfied that he could barely move.

Theesah flopped down beside him, the Krell's weight bouncing him into the air, his stomach lurching as he fell back to the cushions. Without even giving him time to collect himself, his purring partner wrapped a muscular arm around him, hugging him against his chest as he lay on his side. Tepin's snout was thrust against the alien's powerful pectoral muscles, like two slabs of granite beneath a thin layer of husky fat, his cheeks rubbing against the cool scales as he nuzzled affectionately. Theesah's wet-leather smell was intoxicating, Tepin's face sinking into his flesh, his hands probing for the rock-hard muscle that lay just below the surface. All eight or nine feet of Theesah's muscular tail curled around him protectively, creating a wall of scales and flesh that encircled him, high enough that he couldn't see over it.

The alien's labored breathing ruffled Tepin's still erect feathers, his hold strong, but gentle. It seemed that his partner intended to hold him there for a while, perhaps having expended a little too much energy. He wanted to protest, what if someone stumbled upon them? Yet his own fatigue was overpowering him, his muscles aching in a way that was more satisfying than uncomfortable.

There was no hope of fighting the Krell, and so he let the reptile press him into his chubby underside, cradled in arms that were as large as his own body. Tepin took the liberty of using one of the creature's bulging biceps as a pillow, resting his head against it. It too was firm, larger than his head, but it was comfortable enough.

He lay there, enveloped in scales and muscle, his afterglow lingering. He had come here with the vague hope of maybe capturing one of these magnificent creatures in his paintings, he would never have imagined that he would end up sharing a bed with one, let alone a male. Nor would anyone that he knew back home believe it if he told them, it was tantamount to claiming that he had slept with some kind of celebrity. This was one experience that probably wouldn't be appropriate to capture in a painting, however.

The slow rise and fall of Theesah's barrel chest was hypnotic, Tepin letting his exhaustion and his euphoria carry him into a deep sleep.

***

Tepin awoke still nestled in Theesah's arms, the wall of green scales that was the Krell's tail slowly uncoiling as he noticed that his tiny ward was awake. His snout came down to brush against Tepin's face, his blue tongue emerging to lick his cheek as the groggy Valbara'nay blinked at him. It must be morning. It was fortunate that he had no obligations, nowhere to be.

He was still sore from their romp the night before, sticky with congealed fluids, but the satisfaction remained. The Krell released him, watching as he rose to his feet. He stretched his limbs, extending his sheaths, the ones on his arms all gunked up. What he needed right now was a bath.

Theesah nudged him with his snout, Tepin turning to run his hands beneath his jaw, scratching his leathery hide as he warbled happily. The colorful pigments were still staining his fingers, the marks that the Krell had left on him still fresh and stark, standing out brightly against his creamy scales. A twinge of embarrassment gave him pause as he considered that everyone who was familiar with the strange, alien ritual would know what it meant, they would know what he and Theesah had done the night before. Then again, who might know? The other Krell, for sure, perhaps a few other people on the station who were privy to the secrets of their strange culture. Nobody of any importance.

Tepin wasn't about to leave the room nude, leaping up and out of the recess on his springy legs, retrieving his pile of clothes and the necklace that Theesah had made for him. He donned them, none too concerned about sullying his tunic and shorts, he could change them once he got back to his suite.

Theesah lay his head on the rim of the bed, watching as Tepin draped the pendant about his neck. It was then that Tepin noticed that all of the other beds were full of Krell. Some of them were piled on top of one another, coiled up in the cushioned bowls, an especially large specimen from a nearby recess exposing its jagged teeth in a yawn as it blinked sleepily at the visitor.

His companion seemed unconcerned about waking the sleeping giants, rising from the bowl and lumbering over to him, his long tail dragging on the deck behind him. Tepin couldn't help but admire the handprints and the flowers that he had painted on the alien's belly, each one reminding him of how it had felt to delve his hands into his flesh and firm muscle, his heart skipping. Theesah gestured to his shoulder, and Tepin leapt up onto his back, taking up his usual perch as the plodding Krell made his way out of the room.

There were still so many Krell occupying the pools in the main room, basking beneath the glow of the heat lamps as he and Theesah passed them by. It didn't look like they'd be bathing in there.

"There must be baths at the gym, right?" he asked. Theesah rumbled affirmatively, changing course for the exit. "That way we can both get clean, I don't think you'd fit in my shower," he added. They emerged onto the torus, the crowds already bustling, Tepin glad of his high perch as he watched the aliens scurry about below. Most of them were Earth'nay wearing black armor, as the Krell barracks were located in the military quarter.

Theesah began to make his way downspin, but after a minute or two of walking, Tepin noticed a familiar camouflage pattern. There was a flock of female Valbara'nay wearing their Navy jumpsuits, two dozen of them jogging along in formation behind a pair of UNN Marines who were clearing the way for them. They were clutching strange weapons in their hands that he didn't recognize, probably some kind of Earth'nay rifle that they were going to drill with. They were heading in the opposite direction, coming up the same walkway, Theesah moving aside to let them through.