The Rask Rebellion

"I'd tell you if I knew what that meant!" she giggled, pushing his head back down.

Ben buried his finger up to the knuckle inside her, smirking at her as she arched her spine, her eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling as a wave of pleasure rocked her. After a moment of probing, he found what she had described. There was a small bud of flesh in the very reaches of her tunnel, dangling there like an uvula. As soon as the tip of his finger brushed it, her muscles seized around his digit, gripping him like an angry fist. Her entire body seemed to tense, her glistening abs bulging from beneath her scaly stomach, her thighs gripping his head with renewed urgency. If it was the equivalent of a clitoris or not, it was incredibly sensitive.

He pressed it against the roof of her passage, rubbing it gently, her tail tightening around his waist to the point that it was almost painful as she began to writhe on the bench. Her muscles were practically vibrating around his digit, massaging him through the slimy walls of her passage, her pert breasts bouncing as she bucked against his hand. The feathers on her head and arms were fluttering and pulsing with color, like her whole body was short-circuiting.

Lozka released her grip on his member now, leaning over him, reaching down to hook her hand behind Mizi's head. Their difference in stature was such that the reptile's skull barely filled her palm. She lifted her upright, the Valbaran's eyes widening in surprise, her headdress taking on a more solid yellow. Ben glanced up over Mizi's sodden mound, watching in awe as Lozka's prehensile tongue reached out towards her crewmate, the winding organ glistening in the dim light of the cab.

Mizi parted her lips, her feathers turning a deep shade of pink as she accepted it, reaching up to run her fingers through the silky fur on Lozka's cheeks. The Valbarans might not be able to kiss as a human would, but the Araxie's tongue was long enough to reach deep into her elongated mouth, Ben glimpsing flashes of rosy flesh as their mismatched tongues entwined above his head. Unless the reptiles had some method of kissing that he couldn't even imagine, this might be an entirely new sensation to her.

He felt her reaction in the way that her loins sealed around his finger, Ben sensing that she was on the brink. Mizi inhaled sharp gasps whenever Lozka gave her room to breathe, the tangible desire in her high-pitched voice making Ben's member throb in the cool air, a droplet of their blended saliva falling in his hair as he began to move his finger more rapidly.

Lozka broke off with a wet smack as Mizi's spine arched, her thighs snapping shut around Ben's hand as the first wracking wave of her climax tore through her. She fell back to the bench, her sharp little teeth bared, her eyes snapping shut as she squirmed on the padding. Her grasp of English seemed to escape her, the alien reverting to a language of warbles and trills that made her sound like a tropical bird, no doubt uttering a string of praises and curses. Her firm breasts bounced as her hips rose into the air, the muscles in her flat tummy flexing and shifting beneath her smooth scales, the moisture that coated them glittering as it caught the light. Every new pulse of pleasure made her shudder, Ben feeling her insides clench in a relentless tempo, bearing down on him to the point that her slippery flesh felt like a second skin.

She seemed to exhaust herself, slowly coming down from her high as her beleaguered muscles started to relax, her body seeming to deflate like a balloon. She lay panting on the bench, Ben withdrawing his finger along with a fresh flood of juices that it had been plugging inside her, a sagging strand dangling from his digit. Her tail uncoiled from around his waist to lie limp on the deck, the occasional aftershock making her tremble. The little creature was completely out of stamina.

Just as he was about to ask her if she was okay, she began to giggle, waves of pink and mint-green flushing through her plumage.

"What's that human proverb?" she asked, stretching out on the bench like a cat. "Good things come to those who wait?"

Ben leaned back against Lozka's furry torso, his head brushing against the leather sling that contained her bosom. She wrapped her arms around his chest, tugging him a little closer, leaning against the hull behind them. Her thighs rose up to either side of him like the armrests of a velvet couch, Ben running his hands across them, feeling the steely muscle beneath. He was still hard and wanting, a bead of pre welling at the tip of his member as it throbbed in the cold air. He longed for the warmth of Lozka's gentle hand, but all she seemed to want to do was hold him there.

Mizi's limp tail sprang back to life, winding its way across the mattress towards him like a stalking cobra. It found his leg, sliding up his thigh and beginning to coil around his erection. Her smooth scales slid against his skin, the underlying muscles beneath the chubby layer of fat flowing like liquid as they encompassed him. He let slip a gasp as the appendage tightened, applying a firm but pleasant pressure that made him swell in her grasp.

She lifted her head, peering down at him with a mischievous smile on her face, the solid pink hue of her plumage informing him that she had regained control of her faculties. She slid down off the bench, taking a few steps closer so that she could pile more of its length around his shaft, locking her legs as she stood in front of him. One of her hands slid down between her thighs, rubbing slowly, the other starting to knead one of her breasts as her eyes played across his nude body.

She began to move her tail, her chubby coils flexing and shifting, spiraling around his length. Her burnished scales rubbed against his skin as the long appendage slithered, lubricated by the moisture that always clung to her. She had such fine control over it, her muscles creating rolling waves as they flexed.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, Ben wincing as she gave him another squeeze. It was such an odd, novel sensation.

"Yeah," he muttered, watching the appendage pulsate around his member.

"You sound surprised," she cooed, smirking as he leaned back into Lozka's embrace. The feline was merely watching again, holding him still as her companion worked her magic, her chin brushing against his hair.

"I just...wasn't expecting this," he replied, his eyelids beginning to droop as she massaged him. She lifted the coils, letting them fall back down into his lap, alternating the pressure of her squeezing. Her fat was so incredibly cushiony, just as soft as her thighs, his member sinking into it when she tightened her grip. It was a strange feeling, being aroused by a tail of all things, but that was what seemed to be happening. Every time those delicate scales brushed against his glans, he bucked into her coils, Mizi bearing down on him like a boa constrictor.

"Are you ready?" she asked, flashing him a sordid smile.

"F-for what?" he stammered, flinching as her fat tail uncoiled from around his shaft.

"You didn't think that we were stopping there, did you?" she chuckled as she took a step closer. She planted her feet to either side of his hips, Lozka opening her legs a little more to give her room, the Valbaran standing over his erection. She reached down to part her scaly labia, a bead of her excitement leaking down her inner thigh in anticipation.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, his cock bobbing conspicuously as he eyed her dripping vulva. "Will...it fit?"

"I'm not one to shy away from a challenge," she purred, placing a hand on Lozka's thigh to steady herself as she crouched over him. She paused, glancing up at her feline crewmate. "Unless you're tired of waiting, sister?"

"Have your fill of him," the Araxie rumbled, Ben's heart beating faster and faster as Mizi lowered herself down. She crouched over him, a position that would have been uncomfortable and difficult to maintain for a human woman, but it seemed to be a far more relaxed stance for her kind. One of her small hands reached down to grip his member, the rise and fall of her chest quickening as she sized it up.

"If it doesn't fit, you'll just have to finish inside Lozka instead," she said with a nonchalant shrug. Before he could ask if she was being serious, she pulled back his foreskin, pressing his tender glans against the burning flesh of her vulva. They shuddered in unison as she rubbed it between her flushed lips, the damp scales caressing him, wetting him with her slippery fluids as much as possible.

She crouched lower, her long tail held out behind her for balance, holding his shaft between her two fingers as she pressed him into her opening. It felt like he was trying to put on a condom that was several sizes too small, a tight ring of muscle blocking his progress, Mizi shifting her weight as she attempted to take him deeper. There was a popping sensation as the head of his cock slipped into her, that ring of muscle sealing around it tightly, the most sensitive part of his anatomy suddenly buried in what felt like slimy satin. He grunted like he had been punched in the gut, calling upon all of his willpower to save from bucking into her for fear of hurting her. Mizi was similarly affected, her thighs starting to shake as her head drooped, a burst of random colors shooting through her headdress.

She wet her lips lasciviously as she took another inch, then another, pausing at the middle of his shaft where it was thickest. Tight didn't do her justice. He was acutely aware of every undulating, twitching muscle that was wringing him from beyond the silken barrier of her walls, his every nerve seeming to light up as her insides raked them. The pressure was so intense, her loins sucking on him like a mouth, sealing around him completely.

"F-fuck," she warbled, planting a second hand on Lozka's thigh to steady herself. "I'm so...full..."

"Are you alright?" Ben asked, the pulses of pleasure that were flowing up through his body making him feel drunk.

"Better than alright," she sighed, baring her teeth as she slid a little lower. Once she was past the thickest part, she dropped herself down in one fluid motion, swallowing him all the way to the hilt. They groaned in unison, Ben feeling the muscles in her depths resist him as his girth stretched her out, Mizi's tongue lolling from her mouth as she doubled over. She brought her hands to his belly, leaning her insubstantial weight on him as she straddled him, her splayed thighs gripping his hips tightly. She shivered silently as she grew accustomed to having him inside her, her feathers going crazy, the incessant twitching and squeezing of her passage making Ben grimace. He could feel the little nub of flesh in her reaches, his glans was pressing it up against the roof of her tunnel, the alien organ throbbing as though engorged with blood.

"Son of a bitch," she moaned, exhaling a long, shuddering sigh.

"Where did you hear that one?" Ben chuckled, amused by the odd exclamation.

"D-don't laugh!" she whined, Ben feeling her thighs grip him more tightly. "Don't even move a muscle..."

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Stop asking me that," she laughed, shivering again as she broke her own rule. "It's...almost too big, almost. I just gotta...get used to this feeling..."
"Is he so much larger than your males?" Lozka inquired, her arms still wrapped around Ben's chest as he leaned back against her torso. She was like a giant, living recliner.

"Oh yeah," Mizi muttered with a nervous giggle.

"I'm pretty average for a human," he muttered apologetically.

"We should have done this days ago," Mizi sighed, starting to gently rock her hips back and forth. Even subtle movements made them both writhe, she was so tight that they could feel every flex and tremor that passed through their partner, as though their nervous systems had been patched together. "We'll have to make up for lost time."

Ben reached up and gripped her hip, her waist so narrow that he could stroke her abs with his thumb as she gyrated. She wasn't rising and falling on his shaft, she was just stirring it around inside her, driving it into her sensitive walls as if she was trying to scratch some maddening itch. He thought it best to let her set the pace, she knew her own limitations.

"God, how are you this strong?" Ben grumbled as he brought another hand to her hips. Her insides were stroking him with such force, rolling from the base to the tip in a pitiless milking motion.

"Just because I'm smaller than you doesn't mean that I'm weaker," she trilled, her scaly lips curling into a smile as she rode him into the mattress below. She began to make lazy figures of eight with her hips, teasing him with jarring thrusts, her loins seeming to swirl around his buried member. He could see that she was more comfortable now, her prior reservations forgotten as she upped her pace.

Ben's eyes lingered on her bouncing breasts, their paradoxical fullness making them wobble like jello with every thrust. His gaze wandered down to her shifting abs as she danced in the dim light of the monitors, her torso twisting and flexing, the shadows picking out her muscles. He couldn't look away, the droplets of moisture that coated her polished scales glittering like diamonds as she moved, her colorful feathers bobbing in time with her movements. He slid a hand up her torso, feeling that firm six-pack flex beneath his palm, the wetness of her fine scales making her delightfully slippery. He reached up to cup one of her boobs, feeling her loins clench, an oddly musical warble slipping past her lips. She brought her hand to his, encouraging him to be rougher, Ben feeling her supple fat yield to his fingers as though he were shaping a ball of wet clay.

"I'm not as fragile as you think," she gasped, her violet eyes opening to meet his gaze. "You're always watching out for me, always so concerned that I'm too cold, or that I'll get blown away in the wind like a fallen leaf. It makes me want to tear off your suit with my teeth," she purred, punctuating her statement with a percussive tilt of her hips that made him groan.

She leaned forward as she struggled to reach his face, Lozka propping Ben up to help her along, releasing him from her furry arms so that Mizi could run her clawed hands across his chest. The little alien nuzzled his red cheek affectionately, her pointed tongue slipping out to taste the sweat on his skin, her snout brushing against his nose as she attempted to kiss him. Her scaly lips met his own, Ben finding them pleasantly smooth and puffy, her thin tongue darting into his mouth. They remained locked together for a few moments, Mizi doing her best to mimic a passionate embrace, Ben's heart leaping as he responded in kind. Their anatomy was completely unsuited to this, but the fact that she was trying anyway made him melt into her embrace.

"Now isn't the time to treat me like a fragile little thing," she whispered as she broke off, her lips brushing his ear. "I want to be sore when we're finished."

Ben gripped her waist in his hands, so narrow that his thumbs could almost meet across her belly, lifting her off the deck. She was so light, so easy to maneuver. Her feathers flushed a surprised shade of yellow as he rolled her onto her back, keeping himself inside her as he lay her between Lozka's thighs, leaning her back against the Araxie's furry torso. She hooked her legs and her scaly tail around his waist, her arms draping around his neck, Ben kneeling on the mattress in front of her. Lozka reclined a little more to make her companion more comfortable, Ben sharing a glance with her as Mizi squirmed between them.

"That's more like it," the Valbaran cooed, her lashes fluttering as he gave her a gentle thrust. He started off tentatively, trying to gauge how much pressure he could apply without hurting her, Mizi soon growing frustrated. She crossed her legs behind his butt, combining them with her tail to pull him into her, encouraging him to go harder and faster.

This new angle let him penetrate even deeper, his partner shuddering every time he bottomed out inside her, squashing her equivalent of a clitoris against the roof of her tunnel. They quickly found a pace that suited them both, Ben driving Mizi's twitching frame into Lozka's silky abdomen. The feline's thighs rose up to either side of the pair like velvet walls, her tail trailing behind them, Ben's shoulders brushing against her damp coat as he moved. Why she was content to simply assist, he wasn't sure, but there was an almost nurturing look in her eyes as she watched them rut in her lap.

Mizi pushed up to meet his downward thrusts, their hips slapping together with an audible clap, every impact making her pert breasts bounce. Ben couldn't resist running his hands across her smooth scales, feeling her muscles shift beneath them, the moisture that clung to them making them slide against his skin. She did the same, her three-fingered hands roaming across his chest, reaching up to delve into his hair as their pace grew ever more frantic. She rubbed her snout against his cheek affectionately as he leaned over to kiss her slender neck, giving her gentle bites that made her feathers go crazy. He crawled his lips up to her cheek, giving her a teasing peck, her giggling petering out into a lusty moan as he delivered another thrust.

He could feel her pleasure mounting along with his own in the way that her loins gripped him ever more vigorously, struggling against him when he drew back, her spasms easing him deeper when he pushed into her reaches. They were feeding into each other now, their lovemaking growing ever less measured as it dragged on. What had started out as a steady rhythm was becoming erratic and desperate. Ben was burning up, the frigid cold forgotten as his sweat dripped down onto Mizi's green scales.

"I don't think I can keep this up much longer," he mumbled, gritting his teeth as his glans slammed into her depths.

"I'm surprised you've lasted this long," Mizi giggled drunkenly, her feathers fluttering as his member flexed inside her. "You humans may be big and slow, but you have so much stamina..." She cupped his red cheeks in her hands, giving him another loving nuzzle. He slowed his rutting for a few moments, pressing his forehead against hers, the two of them panting in tandem. "Finish me off," she whispered.

Ben resumed his rapid thrusting, holding nothing back as he fucked her into Lozka's silky coat, her adorable trilling and warbling goading him on. He wanted so desperately to kiss her, but they were too mismatched, so he contented himself with mouthing at her throat instead. She rolled her head back to make it easier for him, her colorful feathers brushing against Lozka's chest.

It didn't take more than a few pumps until he felt his climax welling, an irresistible pressure rising inside him, an all too familiar urgency overriding his faculties. His hips began to grind deeper, driving his shaft into her quivering reaches, the silken flesh of her rippling walls massaging him eagerly. Their bodies seemed to be communicating on a purely subconscious level, speaking in a language of tremors and squeezes, of flexes and sighs.

"Mmf," Mizi grunted, peering down between her splayed thighs as she watched him enter her. "I can feel your heat so deep inside me..."

Ben buried his face in the nape of her neck, taking in lungfuls of her wet leather scent as he felt her insides spasm violently, his next thrust driving a musical wail from her lips. Her small frame began to twitch and shiver, her thighs locking around his waist, her tail constricting him as she began to come. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly as he squashed the little nub of pulsing flesh in the depths of her loins, her orgasm tearing through her like a bolt of lightning. Her hips gyrated mechanically as she tried to take him even deeper, her eyelids fluttering with every fresh wave of ecstasy that crashed over her exhausted little body.