The Rask Rebellion

He slipped his fingers between her thighs, feeling them clench around his hand, the iron muscles that lurked beneath the surface sandwiching him in what felt like two layers of memory foam. He found wetness, heat, his fingertips brushing against something decidedly fleshy. Mizi paused her licking, glancing over her shoulder at him, the glow from the cab filtered through her pink feathers. She didn't ask him to stop, and so he continued, sliding his digits between what felt like a pair of scaly lips. He couldn't see what he was doing, so he had to navigate by touch, Mizi warbling contentedly as he explored what must be her loins. Her velvet flesh was soaked with her juices, wetting his digits as he probed, the muscles of her alien orifice trapping him with a surprisingly strong grip as he slipped the tip of his finger inside her.

"Nice to know that you're as curious about me as I am about you," she gasped, her labored breathing cutting off sharply as he pushed a little deeper. Her feathers started to go haywire again, flashing random colors and patterns like a broken LCD screen, her snout brushing against his shaft as she doubled over.

God, she was tight. He could barely get one finger inside her, what felt like a slimy sleeve of muscle undulating around it, stroking it in waves. What did she even have down there? Was it a vagina? A cloaca? Something completely alien? He had no idea what to expect, but its satin texture and the way that it was drawing on his finger like an eager mouth made him want to take things further.

"What does she feel like?" Lozka asked, her husky voice snapping him out of his fugue. He almost couldn't bring himself to reply, his face burning. He had never had an audience before, he'd never been with two people at once. This might be completely normal to them, but being asked such a thing made him want to melt into a puddle.

"Like a Chinese finger trap," he joked in a misguided attempt to diffuse the tension. Lozka had no idea what he was referencing, of course, so he tried to think up something a little more descriptive. "She's...hot...tight. I can feel her body...pulling on me."

Mizi's tail coiled around his forearm, as strong as an anaconda, preventing him from pulling out as her spasming passage swallowed him up to the knuckle. He felt her muscles seize, the alien arching her spine, pushing back against him in an attempt to take him deeper. She trilled like a tropical bird, her thighs starting to tremble, stroking his shaft with one hand to keep him on edge as she draped herself across his abdomen.

He began to move his fingers inside her, feeling her twitch and shiver, her tight passage gripping him with a desperate vigor. He could sense her need in the way that her muscles rippled around his finger, her fluids leaking down his hand as her thighs flexed around it.

Ben wanted to do more for her, his desire overcoming him as he propped himself up, Lozka watching him curiously.

"Can I have my hand back?" he asked, Mizi uncoiling her tail from around his forearm as she peered over her shoulder at him sheepishly. Her insides resisted him as he withdrew his finger, sucking on him, her fluids coating it in a slippery sheen. She slid off his belly as he reached over Lozka's prone body, pulling down one of the padded benches that were pressed flush against the hull of the troop bay with a clunk. Before Mizi could even react, he scooped her light frame up in his arms, her feathers flaring yellow as he deposited her atop it. She sat there with her thighs parted, her long tail trailing between them as it draped off the edge of the bench, her clawed feet dangling just off the deck due to her small stature. It wasn't especially suited to her kind, she usually sat with her tail pointing out behind her, but there was room enough for her to recline so that she was almost lying down.

He knelt in front of the bench, Mizi looking down at him with her pink feathers standing erect, her little chest rising and falling rapidly as he drew closer. The color of the scales on her underside was a light beige, contrasting with her usual green. The coloration extended down her torso, beneath her tail, and between her inner thighs. He planted his hands to either side of her, burying his face in the nape of her neck. She trilled contentedly, reaching up to delve her fingers into his hair as he planted sucking kisses on her long, flexible throat. He could feel the details of her fine scales beneath his tongue as he mouthed, giving her gentle bites that made her arch her spine. She tasted neutral, like skin, her wet leather scent filling his lungs. The alien seemed to enjoy the sensation, rolling her hips as he crawled his lips down towards her chest, pushing out her bust in invitation when he reached her tube top.

The garment was made from the same material as her shorts, the insubstantial fabric giving away the outline of her chest. She raised her arms above her head hurriedly, not wanting to waste a second as Ben lifted it off her, her boobs bouncing subtly as he freed them from their support. Despite her stature, they were still comparable in size to those of an athletic human woman. They were close to the volume of a softball, pert and firm, wobbling gently with the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Their flawless teardrop shape made them look heavier than they really were, as though those of a far more endowed woman had been scaled down to fit her. They were green on the outside, fading to beige towards the middle, a pair of pink nipples contrasting with her scales.

"And you made fun of me for having nipples," he muttered, reaching up to cup one of her breasts. It was a perfect handful, just large enough to fill his palm, flesh like melting butter deforming in his grasp as he gave it a tentative squeeze. Mizi cooed, her thighs starting to rub together, her eyelids fluttering as he delved his fingers into her supple fat. The sensitive breast tissue that gave them their wonderful pertness provided more resistance as he dug deeper, Mizi gasping at his touch, her clawed toes curling. He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it gently, her grip on his hair tightening.

What a joy it was to watch her little body twist and flex as he teased her. As soft and as voluptuous as her figure was, all of her fat seemed to be concentrated around her rump and thighs. Her stomach was flat and toned, the dim light to their left casting dark shadows that accentuated her sculpted six-pack, mesmerizing him as the muscles flexed beneath her shining hide. Her scales seemed to attract moisture like a magnet, beads of it clinging to her like morning dew to a leaf, its presence making her slightly slippery. It looked so much like sweat, but it had no taste, it was just water.

He realized that she had a navel, too, another feature that seemed out of place on a reptile. It would be a challenge to classify her based on Earth animal groups.

He took her other breast in his hand, lifting it towards his mouth. A shudder rolled through her body as his tongue raked across her scales, circling her hard nipple, her legs beginning to shake as he sucked it between his lips. He tormented her with quick flurries and glances, drawing on it, every lick making her feathery headdress erupt in a display of random colors. He kept up his massage on her other breast the whole while, kneading it like a ball of dough.

He felt warm breath blow his hair, and he pulled away, turning his head to see that Lozka was kneeling behind him. How could someone so damned large be so quiet? It didn't seem like she wanted to participate yet, she was just watching, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder in encouragement. Mizi glanced between the two of them, her eyes darting above his head as she shared a smile with the Araxie, Ben feeling her looming over him. Why did having her watch make him feel so...exposed? He wanted to use words like embarrassed or vulnerable to describe the way that he felt, but those all had negative connotations, and this feeling was making him so aroused that he couldn't think straight.

As loathe as he was to leave Mizi's bosom behind, he eventually relinquished his hold, crawling his lips down her torso. She kept one hand nestled in his hair, propping herself up on her elbow as she watched him roam lower. The beige scales seemed more sensitive than the green ones, could it be that they were thinner?

Her abs rolled and shifted beneath his lips, Ben reaching behind her back, running his fingers down the indent of her spine. She never stopped moving, wriggling and shifting on the bench, her feathers flashing with every exploratory stroke of his tongue. He followed the curve of her narrow waist with his hand, giving her rump a squeeze, Mizi warbling happily as he reached her belly. As taut as her abs were, there was a subtle softness to her stomach, her tail batting against the deck as he gave it a squeeze. Her loins were covered up by her shorts, still halfway down her thighs, the elastic cutting into them to create beautiful dimples.

Ben took a moment to admire the way that her butt spread out beneath her on the bench, making her flared hips look even wider, listening to her high-pitched panting as she anticipated his touch. He pulled down her shorts and tossed them aside, running his hands up the inside of her thighs, Mizi rolling her head back as she inhaled sharply. The beige scales were even smoother than the green ones, as soft as skin, his fingertips sinking up to the first joint in her cushiony fat.

Between them were two puffy lips, swollen with arousal, the fluid that coated them making them shine in the light from the cab. They were covered in the same beige scales, the blood that was rushing to her loins giving them somewhat of a pink hue, like a blushing cheek. They concealed a small sliver of rosy flesh, more of her juices leaking from it to drip down onto her tail. It was at once familiar and alien. There was no clitoral hood that he could see, but the sight of her delicate folds made his breath catch in his throat. They looked like the petals of a rose that someone had fashioned from pink silk. He was somewhat relieved to see a little bud an inch further down, meaning that she was configured the same way as a human.

Lozka's cheek brushed against his own as she leaned over his shoulder, admiring the sight, her cold nose brushing his neck as she paused to nuzzle. He lurched as he felt one of her large, furry hands slide down his torso, her claws glancing his skin. Those massive, powerful fingers closed around his still rigid erection, burying it entirely in a prison of wet velvet. The sweat and moisture that always dampened her silky coat made her touch wonderfully slippery, the sensation of those delicate hairs brushing against his glans driving an involuntary moan from his lips.

"W-what are you doing?" he murmured, glancing up to see that Mizi was watching them with a sordid smile. The Araxie gave him a gentle squeeze, his hips pushing into her warm, wet fist reflexively.

"Show me your passion," she whispered in his ear, her sultry voice making his knees weak. "I want to see how humans please their mates."

He doubled over as she began to stroke him slowly, her furry digits sliding up and down his shaft, her pace maddeningly slow. Pulses of pleasure coursed through him, something about the measured, deliberate strokes of her hand enrapturing him. The tip of Mizi's tail rose up to press beneath his chin, lifting his head so that she could drink in his red cheeks and his pained expression, the Valbaran wetting her lips in anticipation. He knew what they expected, leaning in and pressing his lips against her belly, her abdominal muscles tensing. She began to writhe again as he peppered her lower body with kisses, skirting her loins, his burning cheeks brushing against her glass-smooth thighs. She took handfuls of his hair again, seeming to enjoy its texture, Lozka keeping up her encouraging stroking all the while.

He mouthed and licked at Mizi's inner thighs, roaming ever closer to her swollen sex, a steady stream of her juices leaking down onto her tail. Finally, the temptation became too much for him, his heart quickening as his lips neared her glistening slit.

Unable to hold back any longer, he dragged his tongue between her puffy labia, her juices making her burning vulva wet and slippery. She tasted sour, tangy, but it was an oddly alluring flavor. Her smooth mound was small enough that he could encompass it entirely, drawing on it gently as he raked her loins with his roving organ, exploring her every delicate crease and fold. Her spine arched again, her pillowy thighs pressing against his cheeks, Lozka giving him a squeeze as though to reward him for his efforts.

Mizi's thighs tensed around his face as he pushed deeper, tracing every fold with the tip of his tongue, her warm juices leaking down his chin. He drew softly on her puffy lips, their surface so invitingly smooth, her excitement making them slippery. The warmth that she radiated was so stark against the frigid air, she was practically steaming. He paused for a moment to admire the pink flush of her mound, parting her labia with his fingers to expose more of the wet flesh within, Mizi watching him with her violet eyes as her feathers went haywire. Her rosy slit was much smaller than what he was used to, her twitching opening so narrow that it made him surprised that he had even managed to get one finger inside of her. Were they going to fit together if they took things further? The only way to find out was to try.

"Are you just going to admire it?" Mizi chuckled, giving Ben's hair a gentle tug. He flinched as Lozka gave him another squeeze, a throb of pleasure encouraging him to resume his licking.

Her vulva was smaller than the flat of his tongue, and he was able to encompass it entirely when he dragged it between her soft lips, his saliva blending with her sour juices. He slid his hands up the exterior of her round thighs, taking handfuls of her butt, her muscles tensing beneath his fingers as he dug them into her smooth scales. Her six-pack flexed with every glance and kiss, Ben unable to take his eyes off it, beads of moisture sliding down the channels that they carved into her skin like droplets of sweat.

He wasn't sure if it was because of his desire for Mizi, or if Lozka's slow stroking had something to do with it, but he was putting his all into pleasing her. Their lips met in sordid kisses between his doting licks, Ben drawing shapes on her soaking vulva with the tip of his tongue, alternating between teasing flurries and satisfying strokes that made the diminutive alien warble with delight. Every so often, he moved to her thighs and belly, planting sucking kisses, rubbing his red cheeks against her cool scales as his need for her became ever more urgent.

Lozka seemed pleased with his performance, her silky, wet fur sliding against his shaft as she pumped her hand in his lap. Her velvet coat was the most luxurious thing that he had ever felt, it was like she was wearing a velvet glove, the feline teasing his glans with the fleshy pad on her thumb between strokes. Her thick fingers formed ridges that added another layer of sensation, her sweat coating his pulsing member in a damp sheen.

Mizi doubled over as he pushed the tip of his tongue inside her, feeling her satin walls close around it, her abs bulging from beneath her scales as they tensed up. Her small fingers tugged at his hair as she exhaled a low whine, his organ parting her walls as he probed deeper.

The flesh that lined her narrow passage was so pillowy and slimy, writhing ceaselessly, its violent contractions pulling on his tongue as if to draw it further inside her. The muscles beyond her sodden flesh rolled over his organ in waves, kneading him, their rhythm growing more ruthless as her excitement mounted.

When he drew back to take a breath, his lips linked to Mizi's flushed loins by a thick strand of her fluids, Lozka caught his cheeks in her hand. She angled his face up, Ben looking directly above him as she leaned closer, her green eyes flashing in the relative darkness. His heart fluttered as those silky fingers slid down to his throat, holding him still with a gentle pressure as she embraced him, trapping him in an upside-down kiss. That long tongue pushed its way into his mouth, the Araxie holding less of it back this time. It was a little alarming at first, it just kept coming and coming, filling his cheeks. Her shiny, black lips met his own, and her tongue began to move. Its tapered tip stroked the roof of his mouth, drawing shapes on his inner cheeks, teasing the back of his throat. It coiled around as though it had a life of its own, its slimy, smooth texture making his head spin. Nobody had ever kissed him like this before, it was so...unreserved, the aggression tempered by a palpable gentleness that threatened to melt him into a puddle.

Ben found himself leaning back against her furry body as his strength left him, euphoria clouding his mind as her deep, intimate kiss dragged on. She kept up her stroking all the while, every pump of her fist bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He was going to pop in her hand at this rate, and he feared that he might just pass out from the sheer bliss of it.

She finally drew back, giving him a chance to catch his breath, his vision coming back into focus as he gazed up into her emerald eyes. Her hand slowed, easing off a little, as though she could sense that he was close. What was it that she had said about being able to smell pheromones, being able to hear his heartbeat? He couldn't remember...

"I can taste her on your breath," the Araxie said, licking her black lips. "It reminds me of the sour fruit that grows on the creeper vines in spring."

"Y-yeah," he mumbled, the warmth of her hand leaving his throat. She paused to suck one of his ears into her mouth, Ben feeling the soft prick of her sharp teeth as she nibbled on it.
Lozka placed her hand on the back of his head, easing him back down between Mizi's thighs, Ben lifting them over his shoulders as he picked up where he had left off. He held nothing back, all sense of modesty and reservation thrown to the wind as he lapped at her dripping sex, her thick tail coiling around his waist possessively as she thrust her hips against his mouth. She was grinding on him now, seeking out more stimulation, her abs tensing beautifully with every roll of her hips.

"Your lips are so soft," she trilled, her voice starting to crack as the pleasure got the better of her. "Call me insubordinate...but don't you dare stop, Commander..."

Ben pressed a finger against her winking opening, Mizi holding her breath in anticipation, loosing a contented sigh as he pushed it inside her. Despite how slippery and wet she was, there was still considerable resistance, her muscles clamping down on him as he pushed past the second joint. He began to slide his finger in and out of her, finding a teasing pace, her loins creating a vacuum as they sucked on him. He kept up his licking at the same time, peppering her belly and thighs with affectionate kisses.

The decadent sensation of her silken walls gliding against his skin made his member flex in Lozka's hand, his mind racing as he considered what it might feel like to have those velvet muscles wrapped around his cock. He found himself silently praying that they'd be able to fit together...

"D-deeper," Mizi gasped, her soft ass rising from the bench as she desperately tried to fuck his finger. "Right at the back, you'll f-feel a little nub of flesh. I want you to r-rub it..."

"Is that like...your clitoris?" he asked, pausing his licking for a moment as he glanced up at her. She was kneading one of her breasts in her three-fingered hand, pulses of rainbow colors passing through her headdress.