Tepin's Muse: Hetero Edition

As the pace of their lovemaking reached a fever pitch, her tongue slid out of his mouth, her deep vocalizations making his teeth chatter. Her weight slammed down on him, driving him deeper into the cushions, her fluids leaking down the base of his tail as she forced it deeper. The appendage was muscular, and so he moved it around inside her, driving it into her sensitive passage. He could feel her getting closer to her peak in the way that her sopping tunnel gripped him ever tighter, massaging him in wracking waves, her thrusting taking on an almost desperate quality.

Tepin couldn't hold on for much longer either, his own tail forcing his member against the roof of her tunnel, her contractions milking him mercilessly. Her wet flesh felt like silk that had been doused in syrup, slippery and hot, scouring his every nerve as it slid against his glans. He was overstimulated, writhing beneath her as his hips rose to meet her thrusts reflexively, despite the futility of his efforts. He had as much chance of lifting Theesah as he did moving a mountain, but his body responded of its own accord, animal lust clouding his mind.

He felt his alien partner shudder, her massive body tensing, the muscles in her thighs and tail dimpling her fat as she loosed a low pulse that might have been menacing under different circumstances. Her loins closed around him like a fist, almost tight enough to cut off the circulation to his tail, driving the twin heads of his eversion into her satin walls. Her clitoris throbbed between them, their completely incompatible, alien anatomy joining in a way that felt wholly natural for a brief moment.

She pumped relentlessly, driving him deep enough that his tail kissed the reaches of her tunnel, her slippery walls seeming to press around him like a second skin. He felt her begin to tremble, the powerful muscles beyond the bounds of her satin walls starting to twitch and spasm, wringing his inflamed member with intent.

She bore down on him, burying him in the fat of her underbelly, taking his tail as deep as she could manage as her legs began to shake. He felt her convulsive orgasm as it tore through her body, the taut muscles beneath her husky fat flexing under his clawed fingertips. 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 teeth as he erupted inside her. Trapped between her belly and the cushions, no longer able to arch his back or buck his hips, he simply relaxed as her violent contractions wrung him. He gave in to the overwhelming euphoria, his body going limp as his prong flexed and pulsed, driving his warm seed deep into the eager passage of his overpowering partner.

Her loins eased more of it out of him with their relentless sucking, refusing him even a brief moment of respite, his alien lover clenching with every spurt of his warm emission that splashed against her walls. It just kept coming, each wave of his climax more powerful than the last, thick ropes of his semen mingling with the excitement that drooled from her blue vulva. He gripped her underside for dear life, his tiny hands clawing at her tender flesh, 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 her everything that he had, tingling pleasure washing over him, his high-pitched moan joining Theesah's resonating purring. They rode out their climax together, every spasm of pleasure felt by one reflected in the other, as though their very nervous systems had been linked. Every shiver that made her long body ripple elicited a gasp from Tepin, Theesah warbling as his tail shifted inside her, his swollen member still pulsing.

Slowly, she seemed to come down from her high, Tepin finding himself free of her bulk as she rose off him. He winced as his member slid out of her, withdrawing his tail, the entire length of it coated in a clinging sheen of their come. His eversion was slowly receding now, still linked to her swollen lips via a drooping strand of her clear fluid, the blue flesh between them glistening. He was a mess. His scales were covered in pigment that he wasn't sure would ever come off, and he was drenched in alien juices, globs of cloudy emission clinging to his thighs and tail. 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, her weight bouncing him into the air, his stomach lurching as he fell back to the cushions. Without even giving him time to collect himself, she wrapped a muscular arm around him, hugging him against her chest as she lay on her side. His snout was thrust between the soft fat deposits, each one larger than his head. They were barely bumps for a Krell, but they were like soft pillows to Tepin, his cheeks rubbing against her cool scales as he nuzzled. Her wet-leather smell was intoxicating, his face sinking into her flesh, her bosom seeming to absorb his hand as he tried to cup one of her pseudo-breasts. All eight or nine feet of her 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.

Her breath ruffled his still erect feathers, her hold on him strong, but gentle. It seemed that she intended to hold him there for a while, perhaps she had 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 her, and so he let her press him into her chubby underside, cradled in arms that were as large as his own body. He lay there, enveloped in scales and fat, 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. 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 her chest was hypnotic, Tepin laying his head on one of her soft fat deposits, 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 her tail slowly uncoiling as she noticed that he was awake. Her snout came down to brush against his face, her blue tongue emerging to lick his cheek as he blinked at her groggily. 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 her snout, Tepin turning to run his hands beneath her jaw, scratching her leathery hide as she warbled happily. The colorful pigments were still staining his fingers, the marks that she 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 home.

Theesah lay her head on the rim of the bed, watching him as he draped the pendant about his neck. It was then that he 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 her bowl and lumbering her way over to him, her long tail dragging on the deck behind her. He couldn't help but admire the handprints and the flowers that he had painted on her belly, each one reminding him of how it had felt to delve his hands into her soft flesh, his heart skipping. She gestured to her shoulder, and he leapt up onto her back, taking up his usual perch as she made her way out of the room.

There were still so many Krell occupying the pools in the main rooms, 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, making her way to 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 her 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.

They weren't wearing helmets, two dozen pairs of violet eyes turning up in his direction, flutters of confused and surprised feathers greeting him as he peered down at them. What a sight it must have been, to see a male sitting atop the shoulder of a giant war goddess, adorned with alien body paint and jewelry. He gave them a wave, careful to keep the sullied feathers on his forearm concealed, the procession gawking at him in disbelief as they pressed on. He turned his head to watch as they vanished into the throngs of people, too short to make out now.

Something about their disbelieving feather patterns gave him immense satisfaction. Perhaps now they would no longer see him as an incompetent who needed to be chaperoned around the station, who needed to have his safety harness fastened for him.

Theesah pressed on, Tepin giving her an affectionate pat on her scaly head.

"I think I could get used to this station."

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