Tepin's Muse: Hetero Edition

It was so flexible, she had such fine control over it, sneaking its tapered tip between his glans and curling it around his shaft. His member was so small in comparison that she had little choice but to encompass it entirely, pressing the flat of her tongue down on it, Tepin's eyes rolling back into his head as he felt her silken flesh mold around his length like she was trying to take a cast of his manhood.

He couldn't endure this for long, his eversion had been straining against his shorts long before she had begun her doting licking, his fluids were leaking out of him in a constant stream. As much as he craved relief from the pressure that was building within him, he didn't want this to end.

His claws dug into her snout as she gave him another slow lick, her tongue sliding from the base of his member to the tips, spilling onto his stomach and thighs as it went. His feathers began to flash erratically, like a malfunctioning computer monitor, displaying patterns and colors that conveyed nonsense. He was so sensitive, so sore, a sweet ache permeating him to the core. With every stroke of her gentle tongue, tingling pleasure surged through him, building towards an inevitable crescendo.

Tepin's spine arched, Theesah blinking at him as she felt his emission splash against her tongue, pressing it against his belly as a blend of his cloudy fluid and her viscous drool coated his own scales. His hemipenis throbbed and twitched with every wave of his climax, his muscles tensing, his legs trembling as he bit his lip to stifle a wail that might alert the other Krell.

He felt so...hot, like his body was burning up, radiating outwards from his loins as he rode out his orgasm. His muscles ached as they contracted, forcing more of his seed from his heaving body, filling the space between her wet muscle and his flat stomach. As the intensity began to subside, he sank back into the paunch of her tail, softer than any bed that he had slept in. Her scales were so smooth, it made him feel like he was leaning against a giant, silk body pillow.

Theesah drew back, Tepin shivering as the sensation of her tongue dragging across his swollen loins provoked another stab of harsh pleasure, tearing through his afterglow like a hot knife. His eyes tracked the mess that they had made together, a sagging web of their blended fluids drooping from her tongue, the azure organ sliding back into her mouth. There was a pool of it on his stomach, Tepin running a claw through the syrupy concoction, his heart pounding in his ears.

He didn't know what to say, and so he just lay there, shivering. Theesah drew closer again, nuzzling his cheek with her snout, the tip of her tongue emerging to lick his face affectionately. Almost reflexively, he reached up with trembling hands, stroking the skin beneath her jaw in the way that he knew she enjoyed.

"Is this...all part of the ritual?" he murmured, "or are you doing this for me?"

She warbled softly, and although he couldn't understand her alien vocalizations, the context was clear enough. This was no longer part of the initiation, Theesah was simply obeying her whims.

Tepin felt the floor vibrate beneath him as she rose to her feet, her long tail still cradling him as she took a step forward, then a second. The Krell crouched over him, her titanic thighs to either side of him, her chubby underside looming over his head like a scaly sky. She was large enough to block out the entire room. As she brought herself down within reach of his short arms, he realized what she expected of him.

Between her legs had appeared a slit. It was surrounded by thick, puffy lips that had become swollen with arousal, invisible under normal circumstances. Their swelling had exposed a thin sliver of blue flesh, Theesah reaching down and parting it with her clawed fingers, a fat droplet of clear fluid dripping free to fall to his chest.

He gazed up at her azure loins, exposed and needy, the flesh beneath her scales a beautiful shade of azure. Her delicate folds were glistening with excitement, one of her openings twitching subtly. It was at once familiar, and alien. Her vulva was not too different from those of Valbara'nay females, despite being several times larger, but there were two openings concealed between her puffy labia. The uppermost was larger, leaking a steady stream of colorless liquid, the lower one far smaller.

She purred as he reached up and brushed her exposed flesh with his fingers, feeling them slide in her fluids, the Krell crouching closer. It was hard to resist the pang of fear, she could have crushed him like an insect, but he trusted her to be gentle.

The top opening was obviously where he should focus his attention, Tepin sliding a finger inside, Theesah warbling appreciatively as her muscles closed around it. His eyes widened in alarm as he felt her passage grip him, a slimy tube of muscle tightening its hold on his digit. He had expected her loins to be loose due to her size, and while that was certainly true in comparison to a female of his own species, the fact that she could still exert such pressure made his heart skip. Did that mean that they might really be able to...

Before he knew it, her dripping vulva was hovering an inch above his nose, a rope of her juices falling to drape itself over his snout. He was still flooded with euphoria, the come that had pooled on his flat stomach still warm, butterflies swarming in his belly as he pressed his lips against hers. The Krell's flesh was the same temperature as the room around them, which meant that his suspicions had been correct, they must be cold-blooded. She purred again as he mouthed at her vulva, his pink tongue darting out to trace her folds. She tasted like a kiss, neutral, the Krell purring as he began his ardent licking. Pleasing her was at the forefront of his mind. He was so overcome with desire for her, so lost in the haze of his afterglow, he felt like he was worshiping at the altar of some ancient Valbara'nay deity.

Tepin had given head before, he'd had his share of flings and fleeting encounters with females. It was a normal part of trying to find a flock to settle down with, even if that might not have been his goal at the time. Trying to figure out how sexually compatible you were with as many as six or seven flock members required a certain amount of experimentation. He had been pretty good at it, judging by the reactions of his partners. A Valbara'nay vulva was about the right size that he could cover it completely with his tongue, but a Krell's must be eight or nine times that size. All he could really do was lick and mouth, crawling his lips along, trying to gauge where her reactions were the strongest.

As he reached her upper opening, his tongue gliding through her leaking juices, he felt something firm. Her massive body tensed, her muscle dimpling the fat of her thighs to either side of him, the tail that he was still leaning against flexing. There was a relatively small nub of engorged flesh that seemed to emerge from her tunnel, Tepin giving it a tentative lick. She shuddered again, Tepin's feathers flashing in surprise and delight. For all her immense strength, despite her mammoth size, he could still make her shiver with a well-placed lick. There was something wonderful about that.

The Valbara'nay clitoris resided deep within the vagina, but Theesah's seemed to protrude from her opening. As he pushed his tongue inside her, he realized that it ran along the top of her tunnel for as far as he could reach, like a firm tube of flesh rather than a simple bead. He felt his member begin to throb again as he considered the implication. The Krell penis must be massive, probably as long as Tepin's arm, and it would scrape all the way along this sensitive structure with each and every thrust. How delicious that must feel...

Now he knew where to focus his attention, mouthing at the slippery flesh around her opening as he painted her alien clitoris with his tongue, not caring that her copious fluids were sloughing down his neck and chest. There was so much of it, designed to lubricate her for male Krell, not for his benefit.

She curled her tail, lifting him a little closer, Tepin losing himself in his devoted licking. This wasn't enough for her, it couldn't be, his tongue was smaller than one of her fingers.

An idea suddenly occurred to him. He raised both of his hands, planting them to either side of her loins, his fingers sinking up to the knuckle in her chubby underside. He brought his feather sheaths to bear, the two muscular appendages unwinding from around his forearms, snaking their way towards her opening. They were prehensile, tapered structures that could be used like tentacles to grip objects when they weren't displaying his plumes, each one about the length of his arm.

Theesah flinched as they neared her opening, peering down to see what he was doing. She didn't make any indication that she wanted him to stop, and so he slid them inside her, feeling her muscular passage ripple around them. He intertwined them, coiling them around each other to make them thicker, keeping up his licking as he went. Her passage was about a foot deep, and he was able to reach all the way inside her, his sheaths undulating against her sensitive walls. She seemed to be enjoying the sensation, her loins contracting around him, the powerful muscles beyond the velutinous barrier of her flesh spasming rhythmically. He used the tips of his sheaths to stroke and tease, drawing shapes on her insides, almost as though he was painting her from within.

As he spiraled them inside her, she loosed an appreciative rumble, perhaps her people's equivalent of a comely moan. She began to thrust subtly, as though she couldn't help herself, her loins bumping against his snout as she rocked slowly back and forth. There was so much fluid, his sheaths were drenched in it, globs of it drooling from her azure vulva to drip down his chest. The muscles in his sheaths were already starting to tire, he wasn't used to using them this way. There was no chance of them expanding inside her, fortunately, as the muscles that erected the feathers were rather weak.

She shuddered, her soft underbelly wobbling above him as he dragged his tongue across her protruding clitoris. The nub of smooth, blue flesh seemed to throb, as though it was engorged with blood. Her passage fought against his sheaths, bearing down on them from all sides, waves of muscle massaging them. The contractions seemed to flow from her opening to her depths, as though her insides were attempting to draw him in, encouraging him deeper. Her clitoris ran along the roof of her tunnel, Tepin making sure to stimulate its length, her muscles seizing every time that he glanced it.

Theesah warbled happily, shivering as she felt the tips of his sheaths tickle her furthest reaches, sliding against her wet flesh as they teased and stroked. He might not be as well-endowed as a male Krell, but he could do things that were unique to his species. Size wasn't everything...

He pressed her engorged bud between his scaly lips, circling it with his tongue, drawing on it gently as her low rumbling resonated. He felt like a tuning fork, the subsonic frequencies tickling his innards in a way that was oddly enjoyable, like a vibrating massage. The swollen bud was smooth and slippery, Tepin drawing shapes on its tender surface, his flurries of licks making her thighs shake.

Her thrusting grew more aggressive, her wide hips bumping against his face, pressing him deeper into the fat of her tail. Her juices were filling Tepin's mouth, fat ropes of it dangling from his chin, his hands sinking deeper into her paunchy underbelly.

Just as her weight was starting to become oppressive, and he was about to speak up, she pulled back. His two sheaths slowly slid out of her passage as she moved away, the green of his smooth scales contrasting with her blue flesh, coated in a glistening sheen of her excitement.

Before he had a chance to even wipe his lips, he felt her hands closing around his torso, lifting him off the deck. She moved him over to a nearby recess, dropping him inside, Tepin's feathers flashing yellow as he bounced on the soft lining of cushions. The ones on his arms sprayed droplets of her fluid as they extended, Tepin grimacing as his carefully tended plumage was soaked.

The bowl-shaped bed was huge by Valbara'nay standards, it was like an impact crater, deep enough that he would have needed to leap to reach the lip. Theesah's shadow loomed over him once again as the Krell stepped down into the recess, the pillows sagging under her immense weight, the displacement bouncing his light frame around.

She crouched low, gripping the rim of the bed with her hands, her tail flopping down heavily onto the cushions behind her. A warm glob of her juices rained to his belly as he looked down to see her lining up their loins, her azure vulva nearing his pink, prong-shaped member. He was so hard that he was sore, the channels that were carved into the exterior of his twin shafts leaking cloudy excitement. As much as he longed to feel those muscular walls sealing around him, he wasn't sure what she was going to get out of their union, he was so much smaller than she was.

He reached down and took the base of his shaft in his hand, angling it towards her as she gradually lowered herself closer. It reminded him of a giant piece of industrial equipment trying to perform a sensitive operation, he was glad to have the soft layer of cushions beneath him.

Theesah did not appear to share his misgivings, her amber eyes peering at him gleefully as his twin glans brushed against her vulva, her head practically upside-down due to their difference in stature as she watched.

Now it was his turn to shiver as he felt her hot, slick flesh slide against the tender heads of his prong, sparks of pleasure making his tail curl as the dull spines caught on her silky folds. His member was glazed in her juices before it had even reached her twitching opening, the syrupy fluids oozing over it, warm and wet.

The Krell slipped him inside her, her passage so slimy that it was almost frictionless, Tepin biting his lip to stifle a moan again as her walls bore down on him from all sides. It was like being gripped by a silk glove, not quite tight enough to squeeze him, but enough to press his two tapered glans together and force them to rub against one another. She was feverishly hot now, as though all of the warm blood in her usually cool body was being forced into her loins, her swollen clitoris throbbing as it rubbed against his shafts.

She lowered herself, taking him deeper, the soft flesh of her underbelly seeming to spill around his waist as he sank into her. With her fat layer bearing down on him from above, and the deep pile of pillows beneath him, her gentle thrusting stood no chance of hurting him. Tepin could do little more than lie back as she moved atop him, grinding his member against her walls, her honeyed emissions leaking onto his thighs and belly. His claws raked at the pillows, his tail thrashing, each slow rock of her wide hips making his feathers flash in nonsensical patterns.

He wasn't really big enough for her to slide him in and out, so she stirred his member inside her, grinding him against her satin walls as though trying to scratch an itch. She seemed to enjoy the texture of his member as it rubbed against her clitoris, the smooth flesh sliding between his glans. Tepin was sensitive to begin with, and he was still tender from his last orgasm, the pleasure already getting the better of him as he writhed beneath her. He couldn't help but raise his hands, filling his palms with her chubby underside, her flush scales stained with the colorful pigments. Something about seeing his own handprints trailing across her alluring figure made him all the more excited.

Theesah began to press him deeper and deeper into the bed, as though she was trying to get more of him inside her, but there was no more to give. She almost seemed frustrated, grinding her hips against him, trying to glean more stimulation from their increasingly fervent coupling. Tepin could hardly feel inadequate, his partner was a titan, her weight was more comparable to a light spaceplane than to another Valbara'nay. Still, another idea occurred to him, Tepin maneuvering his tail up between her legs.

Another rumbling purr emanated from the Krell as he located the warmth of her loins with the tip of his tail, running it between her puffy lips. She was accustomed to him inserting strange appendages into her by this point. He flinched as his smooth scales brushed against his own member, already slick with her fluids, pushing it deeper. Immediately, her seizing passage gripped it, fighting against it as more of its length entered her, its tapered nature making it appear to thicken as it went. He kept going inch by inch until he met resistance, the two of them shuddering in unison.

Tepin's tail must surely be near the girth of a Krell's cock, its fine scales as smooth as varnished wood due to his waxing regimen, the appendage coated in her juices. The angle of its entry had forced his member up against the roof of her tunnel, pressing his prongs into her silky flesh and rubbing it against her long clitoris in the process. He flexed it experimentally, a jolt of pleasure coursing up his spine, Theesah rumbling her appreciation in tandem. A little Valbara'nay ingenuity went a long way.

The Krell began to move again, reveling in her new sense of fullness, Tepin pushing his tail into her as he met her downward thrusts. He flexed it, curled it, Theesah's pace becoming erratic as this new pleasure caught her off-guard. It was such an odd sensation to feel her innards roiling around him, caressing his scales, her sodden tunnel narrowing around the appendage as though trying to squeeze the life out of it. He would have struggled to get a couple of fingers inside a female of his own species, the relentless wringing was giving him a new appreciation for her strength. Even her pelvic floor was impossibly toned, muscles as hard as steel squeezing from beyond the pillowy walls of her loins. Two Krell going at it would probably have demolished a Valbara'nay dwelling.

She was coming down on him like a hammer, the cushion of her belly and the bed beneath him absorbing the impacts, a ripple spreading through the soft parts of her voluptuous body with every thrust. He watched her tail wobble, her underbelly shake, the breast-like fat deposits on her chest bouncing in time with her movements.

He grinned as the memory of an encounter at one of his home city's lounges suddenly popped into his head, a female who had warned him that she was more woman than he could handle. Apparently not...

There was movement above, Tepin looking up to see Theesah's long snout coming towards him. She had bent almost double to reach his tiny frame, her warm breath ruffling his feathers as she drew near, her long tongue emerging to slap wetly against his neck. She dragged the blue organ across his scales, warm and damp, the sensation making him squirm.

She probed for his lips, Tepin opening them willingly, his heart fluttering as she pushed past them. He was growing to like this practice, kissing, his back arching off the cushions as her slippery organ stroked the roof of his mouth. Her vaguely metallic taste filled his head, her wet leather scent invading his snout, his eyelids drooping. She was intoxicating, overpowering, his mind fogging as the bliss of their union began to overpower his higher faculties.

He couldn't meet her embrace, there was no chance, it was all that he could do to crudely lick at the underside of her powerful tongue. She filled his cheeks, glancing the back of his throat, keeping up her rutting all the while. She gave him enough room to breathe, leaving him gasping, both for air and because of the surging ecstasy that was setting his nerves aflame. He had never felt like this before, so completely overcome, not even while sharing a bedchamber with a whole flock of females who were all vying for his attention.