The Autumn War Vol. 04: Succession

With his lower pair of hands, he cradled her elongated face, his upper pair reaching for the feather sheaths on her head like they were handlebars. He waited for her to protest, but she just let her jaw slacken, her tongue lolling in tacit invitation. Seeing the anticipation in her violet eyes filled him with renewed excitement, like she had kindled a fire inside him, his reservations melting away as he began to move. He set the pace now, pulling her face into his lap, feeling his erection slide on the velvet cushion of her tongue. It was intoxicating, and something about the way that his body moved as he thrust deeper felt right, satisfying. It felt like flying, like it was something he was supposed to do.

She couldn't close her jaws to purse her lips without catching him with her teeth, so she let the glistening strands of her saliva leak from her mouth as he pulled her into him, the wonderful sensation of her ribbed palate sliding along his length irresistible. Her tolerance was remarkable for someone who was usually so terse and impatient, her eyes watching him, Miqi smiling around his cock.

The pressure became unbearable, and a sharp jolt of pleasure rocked him, a tingling electric current shooting through his body. The sensation forced him to double over, and he pulled Miqi's face into his lap as her eyes widened in alarm. Rather than pull away, she let him dictate their pace, a few more desperate thrusts all that it took to send him over the edge.

Ecstasy the likes of which he had never felt burned through him, each wracking throb making his member jump between her lips, hot ropes of his seed draping themselves over her waiting tongue. She lurched as she felt his fluids fill her mouth, spilling past her scaly lips, mingling with her saliva to create a bubbling web that drooped to his thighs. Her initial surprise subsided, and she seemed to relax a little, gently teasing his sensitive member in encouragement. Bluejay's nerves were alight with sensation, like pulses of blinding light shooting down optical cables, each new wave of pleasure forcing his eyes closed. It just kept going, the frequency and intensity of the throbs gradually subsiding, his faculties returning to him like he was waking from a dream. He gasped as Miqi gave him one last doting lick, then withdrew, the trembling Jarilan relinquishing his hold on her feather sheaths.

He gazed down at her to see pearly strands hanging from her jaws, thick and gelatinous. Her mouth still ajar, she ran her pink tongue through the gluey substance, the vibrant pinks and yellows of her headdress giving him some idea of what she was feeling. His cock throbbed again as he watched a droplet of his fluid seep down to her chest, a residual flare of pleasure piercing his growing euphoria, afterglow and herb mingling to make his mind hazy.

Miqi swallowed conspicuously, making sure that Bluejay could see the bulge travel down her long neck, her agile tongue cleaning away what globs still clung to her lips. She reached for his drink, downing the contents of the glass, shaking her head vigorously as the alcohol hit her.

"Sorry," he said apologetically. "I didn't know that would happen..."

"It's a lot...thicker than what I'm used to," she replied, wiping away the droplet that had fallen to her breast with her finger. "There was a lot more of it, too. It tasted a little like honey," she added, the realization seeming to surprise her. "Almost sweet..."

She gave his cock one last stroke, grinning as a bead of his seed welled at the tip, his head spinning as she licked him clean. When she was done, she climbed up from beneath the table, straddling him again. Her snout brushed against his face as she kissed him, nuzzling contentedly, the scent of his pheromones on her breath. A Valbaran probably couldn't smell them in the way that a Jarilan could, but he had painted her scales with his lust, and the smell emanated from her like a sordid perfume.

Despite his wracking climax, he found that his desire for her had not diminished in the least. He was still erect, still pulsing, his heart hammering in his chest. He ran his hands across her naked torso, tracing the long dimple that her muscles carved in her spine, cupping her perfect breasts, sliding a hand beneath her clinging shorts to probe the meat of her butt.

"You like touching me, don't you?" she whispered, her sultry voice making his antennae curl. "Here," she added, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Time to turn the tables."

Before he could ask her what she meant, she rolled over, pulling him along with her. He found himself lying on top of her as she settled into the nest of cushions, Miqi releasing her hold on him, lying back. He propped himself up with his four arms, his eyes lingering on her chest, admiring the way that her breasts bounced gently when she shifted her weight.

"Your turn," she insisted, gripping his horn and forcing him lower. She parted those thick, muscular thighs, and Bluejay soon found himself kneeling between her and the table. The crotch of her shorts was at eye-level to him now, his antennae brushing her toned belly, alien scents clogging his pheromone receptors. There was a wet patch on the black fabric, the sight of it somehow renewing his excitement.

"I don't really know what I'm doing," he admitted, glancing up at her for guidance. "I don't even have a mouth..."

"Figure it out," she chuckled. "You aliens are supposed to be good at improvising, right?"

He reminded himself that the goal was just to make her feel good. He could do that. Slowly, he reached for the elastic waistband of her shorts, Miqi biting her lip as he hooked his fingers around it, dragging the garment down. It was a struggle - the thing might as well have been painted on - the way that it cut into her soft fat making his heart throb. She lifted her legs over his head, closing them to help him out, Bluejay marveling at her athleticism and flexibility as her toes pointed at the ceiling. That dark material inched up her thighs, a shimmering strand of her excitement joining it to a pair of flushed, scaly lips. She tossed the garment aside, then lowered her legs again, laughing as he stared - transfixed by the sight of her loins. They were beautiful, the fine scales that coated her labia shining with moisture, their beige color given a pink hue by her rushing blood. Between them was a sliver of rose-colored flesh, beads of her juices misting it like dew.

"Like what you see?" she chuckled, lounging on the pillows in a decidedly unladylike manner. He lurched as he felt something crawl up his back, realizing that it was her tail, Miqi tugging him closer with surprising strength. "Come on, Blue. Pretend it's a ripe, juicy slice of fresh fruit."

He leaned in, her lips an inch from his face, glancing up at her for reassurance. He was a little concerned that Miqi seeing him open up his face plates would spoil the mood, but she wasn't giving him much of a choice. Slowly, he opened his mandibles, the plates peeling back to expose the green flesh beneath. He extended his long proboscis, the organ snaking towards her. When he looked up at Miqi again, there was no disgust in her expression, only eagerness.

Encouraged, he reached out to part her lips with his fingers, finding them just as soft and as squishy as they had looked. They were hot, too, almost feverish. He exposed more of that pink flesh, watching her opening twitch at his touch, her muscles winking and clenching. His proboscis was a lot thinner than her tongue, and he wasn't sure if it would have quite the same effect, but he was willing to experiment. She shivered as his organ glanced her vulva, dancing across its moist surface. Miqi's reaction was stronger than he had expected, her clawed toes raking at the carpet as he traced her folds, her surprisingly heavy tail draping itself over his shoulders like a scarf. She used it to guide him closer, her scaly thighs sliding against his face, her soft flesh cushioning him.

The tip of his proboscis probed her opening, the powerful muscles in her legs tensing against his cheeks reflexively. He didn't know if she had ever killed a Bug by crushing its head between her thighs, but after what he'd seen, he wouldn't put it past her. Slowly, he pushed his organ deeper, probing her insides. The walls of her tunnel were even warmer and wetter than her mouth had been, flesh like velvet soaked in honey bearing down on him from all sides, soft enough to put even the silk pillows that she was sitting on to shame. It was at once impossibly smooth, and textured with folds and wrinkles, butterflies swarming in his stomach again as he imagined those folds caressing his member. She was constantly in motion, shifting and clenching, squeezing his proboscis to the point that it was almost uncomfortable. She bucked as he roamed deeper, sliding inches of the appendage inside her, a gasp escaping her throat.

"Okay, stop that," she giggled as she placed a hand on his forehead to ease him away. "All you're really doing is tickling me." Before he could stammer an apology, she reached out to take one of his hands, running her thumb across his palm. "Use your fingers," she cooed. "They're softer than I was expecting."

Bluejay obliged, her taste lingering as he slid his proboscis back into his head, bringing a finger to her clenching opening instead. He slid it between her puffy lips, reveling in their soft texture, wetting his skin with her slimy fluids. She was right - he had no protective plating on his digits with his armored gloves removed, no nails, no claws.

He drew back, his stomach fluttering as he watched a fat strand of her fluids join his fingertip to her rosy flesh. Her arousal was palpable, those beautiful muscles in her belly tensing as he stroked her, rising from her scaly skin to catch the light. Slowly, he slid his finger down her vulva, pressing it against her opening. A tight ring of muscle narrowed around it, her loins clenching with surprising strength, blocking his progress. She almost seemed too small, and he feared that he might hurt her if he pushed too hard, but she gave him a reassuring flutter of pink.

It was only the slippery fluid that coated his skin that let him slide past the obstacle, Miqi gasping as he inched deeper, Bluejay feeling her cushiony walls squeeze his digit. He had to shift his position a little, drawing closer to her, steadying himself with a hand on the cushions beside her thigh. With the extra leverage, he began to move, watching her carefully to gauge her reaction as he probed gently. Her tunnel resisted him, pushing back almost as though it was trying to expel him, the firm muscles beyond her impossibly soft flesh kneading and clenching. Those wonderful wrinkles and folds raked against his skin, even more apparent when felt with his finger, her slimy insides undulating around it.

"I'm not hurting you?" he asked, feeling a shudder roll through her.

"No," she purred, pinching her lower lip between her teeth as she watched him. "Rub me. Yes," she trilled, throwing her head back as he began to massage her. "Like that..."

Bluejay curled his finger inside her, rubbing it against the walls of her tunnel, making slow circles. It was such a wonderful sensation - to feel the way that her body responded to him, to watch her scales shine as she bucked and writhed, to feel her burning flesh twitch around his buried digit. He had an admirable view from where he was kneeling, her lithe, toned body splayed out on the cushions before him. He let his antennae wander across her belly and thighs, taking in the unfamiliar scents. Was it possible for him to learn her pheromone signals - to use context to guess what they might mean? Either way, she smelled wonderful, like the fragrant smoke that she had filled the booth with.

Bluejay lurched as he felt her grab one of his wrists tightly, her feather sheath coiling around his arm as her hips rocked, pushing back against his hand. He guessed that she wanted him to increase his pace, so he began to slide his finger inside her, matching the tempo of her thrusting. She was trying to take him deeper, burying him up to the knuckle in her seizing loins, droplets of her nectar seeping out around his digit.

"You're so good with your hands," she chuckled.

That gave him an idea. He had four of them, didn't he?

Keeping one hand between her legs, he brought the rest to bear, sliding one of them up her inner thigh. She responded strongly, arching her spine off the cushions, letting out a comely sigh that made his lingering erection throb. She seemed sensitive there, so he redoubled his efforts, running his fingertips up the smooth, beige scales between her hip and her knee. He couldn't help but delve them into her supple flesh, feeling the iron muscle beneath the inviting layer of velvet fat flex, dimples appearing in her skin.

Another hand found the base of her tail, which was covered in the same fine mosaic of sensitive scales. It was as girthy as her thigh, far too large for him to get his fingers around, but his palm glided easily on her burnished hide. He skirted the little bud of pink just beneath her drooling loins, moving lower, watching with satisfaction as her feathers started to go haywire. The solid colors were broken up into nonsensical patterns, like a broken tablet computer that someone had dropped on its screen.

"Are you alright?" he chuckled.

"I'm fine," she replied, breathless. "But you won't be if you stop."

He pulled his wrist away from her tight grip, then pressed his palm against hers, interlocking their mismatched fingers as best he could. Holding her hand, he redoubled his efforts, massaging her inner thigh and the base of her tail as he pushed his finger deeper. Her sheath wound its way up his forearm again, splitting open with explosions of colorful feathers intermittently, the display mesmerizing him.

"You're so incredibly beautiful," he murmured. "Like some kind of...tropical bird, or a hallucination. It's blowing my mind."

"Keep talking like that, and I might have to fuck your brains out," she giggled. "Do me a favor and pass me a hose."

He did as she asked, using his one remaining hand to grip the nearest hose, tugging the hookah a little closer so that she could reach. He passed it to her, and she took a generous drag, relaxing back into her nest of pillows as she exhaled another hazy cloud towards the ceiling.

"I haven't had this much fun in a long time," she trilled, squirming contentedly as he curled his finger inside her. Bluejay brought his fourth hand to her belly, slowly sliding up towards her chest, admiring her bulging six-pack as he followed their contours with his fingertips. Miqi cooed happily as he cupped one of her breasts, kneading it like a baker shaping a ball of fresh dough, her hard nipple stabbing into his palm. Curious as to how she might react, he leaned a little nearer, extending his proboscis. He coiled it around the swollen nub, teasing it, his damp flesh sliding against the sensitive protrusion.

"You aliens really are creative," she grunted, stifling a lurid moan that might have carried out of their little booth. "God, how are you moving all of your hands at once like that?"

"I dunno," he mumbled, giving her thigh a generous squeeze. "It's just something I can do."

"Both boobs," she added as she raised two fingers, giving him an eager flash of pink.

He let go of her hand, bringing another to her chest, climbing a little higher onto the cushions until he was half-sitting beside her. His eyelids drooping, he massaged her breasts in his hands, rolling her yielding fat between his fingers. He kept a hand nestled between her clenching thighs all the while, using his remaining one to dance his fingers lightly across her belly and tail. In that moment, all he could think about was maximizing her pleasure, her writhing form captivating him.

"Fuck, Blue, you're gonna make me..."

She trailed off, perhaps not knowing the right phrase to use.

"Make you come," he suggested, his heart racing at the prospect. "That's what we call it."

"You're gonna make me come," she moaned, gazing up at him with a look in her eyes that bordered on desperation. "I want to finish like this," she added hurriedly. "Hold me closer, Blue."

She reached out to him, wrapping her arms around his torso, lifting her upper body off the cushions as she plunged her face into the soft ruff of fur around his neck. Her flashing feathers filled his field of view, her soft plumage tickling his face. With two of his arms, he supported her trembling form, pulling her tight against his chest in a hug. Keeping one hand between her legs and another cupping a perky breast, he increased his pace. Miqi began to roll her hips as though she was simulating lovemaking, fucking his finger, one of her clawed hands rising to cup his cheek affectionately. She seemed to enjoy the texture of his fur, nuzzling, rubbing it against her face.

"I'm so fucking high," she giggled, panting between intermittent bouts of chuckling. "Oh, I feel like I'm gonna melt."

"D-do you want me to-"

"Just keep going," she hissed. "Oh, please, Blue. I need it faster."

He couldn't refuse such an earnest plea, and he began to push his finger deeper and faster. Slowly, her powerful tail began to coil around one of his legs, her thighs closing around his wrist to the point that it was almost painful. He could feel the tension that was building up inside her, every twitch of her muscles, every breathy pant betraying her mounting ecstasy. With a start, he realized that he was the source of that pleasure. Only minutes ago, he had been worried that he wouldn't be able to satisfy her, that she might find something about him too strange or repulsive. Now, she was clinging to him as though her very life was tied to the rhythm of his fingers.

"Fuck," she grunted, her loins gripping him with fresh ferocity. "Close my snout, Blue, or they're gonna think I'm being murdered."

"Huh?" he stammered. "You want me to, just-"

"Close my snout!" she repeated. He did as she asked, reaching up to wrap his fingers around her elongated jaws, holding her mouth shut to stifle the pained whine that was rising in her throat. His eyes wide, he felt her tighten her grip on him, one last thrust of her wide hips sending her over the edge. He returned her embrace, holding her close against his bare chest as her climax rocked her, her small frame shuddering in his arms. She kept pushing against his finger, so he kept it inside her, easing out the pangs of pleasure with his rapid movements. His digit was starting to ache, but he couldn't let up now.

Her long tail lashed out, knocking the table with enough force to topple his empty glass over, making the hookah bounce. Bluejay felt her snout vibrate in his hand, Miqi letting out a groan that might well have had the other patrons of the lounge come running if it hadn't been muffled. Her feathers went crazy, nonsensical patterns flashing, her muscles seizing as she rode out the throes of her orgasm.

Bluejay slowed the pace of his stroking as he felt her start to relax again, Miqi almost seeming to deflate as she leaned into him, her body going limp. Still wary, he released her jaws, and he was rewarded with an amorous chuckle that made his head swim with desire for her.

"That was...perfect," she sighed as she pushed her nose into his collar. "Fuck, you have no idea how much I needed that. Stuck out in the bush with you for days, no opportunity to get you away from my flock, no chance to sneak away and fill myself with tail."

She was still so receptive, her climax leaving her even more sensitive to his touch, Bluejay reveling in the way that she twitched and sighed as he ran his hands across her heaving body. He stroked her back, running his fingers up and down the curve of her spine, helping himself to generous handfuls of her sculpted ass as they lay in the cushions together.