The Rask Rebellion

Their rutting reached a fever pitch, Ben letting go of his reservations, trusting that Mizi could handle what he was dishing out. There was a bestial urgency to their tempo now, their bodies rubbing together as though they were trying to start a fire, Ben's sweat dripping down to join the glittering droplets of moisture that clung to her scales like dew.

Mizi met every thrust in kind, pushing back against him with just as much desperate vigor, the cushion of her ass the only reason his hips weren't bruising. He felt a sudden urge to be closer to her, to hold her, her feathers flashing yellow as he hooked an arm around her midriff. He lifted her off Lozka, hugging her writhing body against his torso, feeling her scaly back slide against his damp skin. His other hand took her by her slender neck, not gripping hard enough to choke her, merely holding her upright as he lifted her light frame off the deck. She squeezed his waist with her tail for purchase, her hands reaching up to grip his forearm as she sat in his lap, still impaled on his cock. Her feathers brushed against his face, flushed the colors of sunset with surprise and desire.

With one final, fierce thrust that bounced the diminutive Valbaran on his shaft, his resolve finally broke. Mizi's jaws opened in a silent moan as she felt the first surge of his ejaculate flood her, its heat filling her spasming depths, his member flexing inside her like a muscle as it was chased by a second. Blinding pleasure overcame him as her tight little body joined him in his climax, what felt like a tube of slimy satin undulating around him, seeming to swallow every wad of his emission with lurid intent. It was as though her shivering frame was drinking from him, Ben acutely aware of every stroke of her muscles as they wrung his twitching member.

There was no creeping euphoria this time, no peaceful relaxation, only the sweet ache of carnal satisfaction. Their bodies heaved and writhed, their muscles burning, sweat stinging Ben's eyes as he buried his face in the nape of her neck. His hips just kept moving, fucking the thick ropes of his emission deeper into her welcoming passage, each rush of ecstasy more intense than the last. He was vaguely aware of her shivering in his arms, of her tail gripping him tightly, of her soft ass filling his lap.

Like crawling out of molasses, they gradually returned to their senses, their thirst for one another quenched. Ben was as sore as he was satisfied, relaxing his hold on Mizi a little, the reptile leaning back against his torso as she caught her breath.

"That...does it," she panted. "I'm buying you a ticket to Val'ba'ra...if it costs my flock...a year's salary. You can cook, you can fuck, and...I don't know a word for cute that rhymes with fuck. Help me out here."

"Don't I get a say in this?" Ben asked, chuckling weakly.

"There are six of us and one of you," she replied. "You're outnumbered."

She uttered another colorful curse as he slid her off his still rigid erection, the pearly concoction that they had created together leaking down her inner thighs, the sight of it making his heart leap. He returned her to her position atop Lozka, the Araxie reaching down to stroke her back as she nuzzled at her coat.

"We need to have a conversation about your language," Ben sighed, flopping down onto the mattresses.

"Blame the crew of the assault carrier," she snickered, shifting her weight to get more comfortable. "I just repeat what I hear."

"What's a good insult in the Valbaran language?" he asked. Mizi thought for a moment, then replied with a string of whistles and chirps. "And what does that mean?"

"Rough translation? I hope you fall into a pile of Do'patli droppings."

"What the hell is that?"

"A big animal with a long neck that makes some big droppings."

He laughed, staring up at the lighting strips in the ceiling, enjoying his afterglow.

"Maybe I will visit," he added, "but we'd have to bring Lozka."

"I don't think she'd fit in my house," Mizi said, "she'd have to crawl around on her hands and knees."

"What do you think, Lozka?" Ben asked. He propped himself up on his elbows, glancing over at the feline. She was so gentle with Mizi, her arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm as the night's cold sapped away the Timberwolf's heat.

"After the Rask are dealt with, the greatest threat against my people will have been eliminated," she replied. "Perhaps, when there is no longer a need for my bow, I will wander further afield."

"Anywhere special in mind?" he continued.

"Some of our people have journeyed to a far-off star," she began. "They have become...colonists, as your people say. There was talk of a world-spanning jungle so deep that even the Coalition is unable to chart it. It was called...Epsilon, I think. When my people no longer have to live in fear of the Rask, maybe my duty will carry me there, to safeguard those who are trying to make a new home."

"Epsilon Eridani IV," Ben said, nodding his head. "I've heard of it. That's within spitting distance of Earth, about ten light-years from Sol if I remember right. We kicked the Bugs out of that system a few years back."

"Look at Loz over here with her noble goals," Mizi chuckled. "I used to think that keeping in touch with friends who migrated to different cities was difficult, but the Galaxy is...so much bigger."

"Don't worry about that just yet," Ben said. "I doubt we'll be leaving Borealis as soon as we've resolved the situation here. We might be expected to stick around for months yet to keep the peace."

"We can always hope," Mizi chirped.

"That would be...agreeable," Lozka added, the Valbaran grinning at her.

They lay there, catching their breath for a few minutes, until Lozka began to stir. She reached up and pulled down one of the padded benches that lined the walls of the troop bay, Ben blushing as she lifted him, depositing him there with the same ease that he had been moving Mizi around. The Valbaran cackled at his reaction, relishing the sudden change in dynamic. She hopped up onto the bench beside him to get a better view of what was about to transpire, dangling her legs over the edge as she watched Lozka draw closer.

She stood before him in all her glory, her black fur still wet with the sweat of their prior encounter. Her muscles shifted beneath it as she moved, lithe and sinewy, her breasts and thighs shaking with every step that she took, her hips swaying. She came between him and the light strips as she neared, casting him into shadow, the gloom seeming to extend from her very body as though it was a part of her. Her eyes shone, reflecting what little light reached them, seeming to glow as they met his gaze.

She planted her hand on the hull above his head as she loomed over him, her breasts at about head-height to him.

"Have you recovered your strength, Commander?" she asked. Her voice was so deep and husky. Even when she spoke softly, he could feel it resonating in his chest.

"Yeah," he mumbled. Something about having to crane his neck to look up at her face made him feel...tingly.

"Then, I shall proceed."

She brought a hand down to his cheek, Ben feeling her silky, damp fur brush against his skin. Her pads were so squishy, protruding from her coat to provide more grip, as soft as little black marshmallows. She was always careful with her wicked claws, keeping them clear as she stroked him. If he hadn't been living in such close proximity with Lozka for as long as he had, the idea that such a large and fearsome creature could be so tender and gentle would have seemed unimaginable.

Where Mizi chattered incessantly, telling Ben exactly what she wanted and how she felt, Lozka was different. She rarely said anything, she barely even smiled. All of her communication happened on a level below speech, a language of lingering glances, of unspoken desire. He could feel her hunger for him in the way that those green, feline eyes examined him, like a stalking panther sizing up its prey. It should have frightened him on a primal level, but he knew that it was a very different kind of hunger.

Cupping his face in her hand, she leaned in for a kiss, Ben having to reach upwards to meet her lips. They were dark and shiny, reminding him of licorice, their warmth and softness sending a pleasant shiver down his spine as she embraced him. Once more, he felt her tongue wind its way into his mouth, locking him in another deep kiss that sent him reeling.

Just like Lozka, its size and power were intimidating, yet the control that she exerted over it was so precise and practiced. He trusted it in the same way that he trusted those claws not to slice him, or those teeth not to pierce his flesh. It wound its way deeper, its slippery, hot coils swirling around inside his head. He would never have imagined that a kiss could feel like this, how sensitive the inner lining of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth could be. Every time its slimy, silky surface glanced him, stars seemed to dance before his eyes.

Lozka leaned a little closer, pressing him up against the padded backrest, her pace growing more aggressive. Her tongue seemed to have a life of its own, Ben surrendering himself to its roving, relaxing as Lozka did her thing. He could feel the barbs glancing him in places. They were rough, but not unpleasant, the layer of saliva that coated her organ in a glistening sheen making it slippery. Her taste and scent washed over him, a metallic tinge, the aromas of exertion borne of lovemaking blending with her fruity soap.

"Gosh, Commander," Mizi cooed as she watched them intently. "You're so cute when you're on the receiving end..."

Lozka withdrew, Ben intensely aware of every inch that slid past his lips, the Araxie affording him a moment to catch his breath.

"Please let me know if I am not being as gentle as I should, Commander," she whispered. "I do not mean to imply that you are frail, but..."

"I...I trust you," he replied, Mizi's headdress flaring pink as she glanced between the two of them.

"I thought he might need a little...encouragement after our last session," Mizi said as her violet eyes wandered down to his erection. "But I think he's been dreaming about you for days, Loz."

"Mizi!" he grumbled, Lozka's lips curling into a rare smirk.

"What? It's true," she chuckled. "Come on, what are you two waiting for?"

"You must learn patience, little sister," the Araxie murmured. She brought her lips to Ben's neck, his body tensing as he anticipated their soft touch. Instead, she poised there, letting her warm breath wash over him. The tension was unbearable, a tingling, electrical current passing through him as he waited expectantly.

Ben failed to suppress a stifled moan as her puffy lips found his throat, planting a sucking kiss, the anticipation making him all the more sensitive. His brain seemed to spark and pop as she crawled them down to his shoulder, pausing to leave love bites, her teeth pricking his skin. He reached up to run his fingers through her hair, finding it just as silky as her fur, cut into a short bob for convenience's sake.

She reached his shoulder, biting a little harder, making him arch his spine. He gripped her hair reflexively, but she was far too tough for him to stand any chance of hurting her, his other hand sliding against the slick fur of her cheek as she mouthed at the red ring she had left.

"Apologies," she breathed, "did I hurt you?"

"N-not at all," he mumbled. It wasn't a lie, he enjoyed the way that it ached, her pillowy lips soothing the bite with a gentle kiss. It dawned on him how large and powerful she really was, as though he was seeing her for the first time. There was so much strength packed into her sinewy body, her muscles like coiled springs, just waiting to release their energy. Her thighs probably had three times the volume that his did, her hips broader than his shoulders, her muscular core like the trunk of a tree. She must weigh four hundred pounds at least.

She placed a knee on the bench to his left, making the frame creak as she put her weight on it, her thigh so thick that it resembled the armrest of a couch. She maneuvered her hips closer to his, his erect member brushing against the fur of her mound. Her bosom came within an inch of his face, swaying gently with her movements. Her breasts were modest as far as Borealans went, a B-cup by her people's standards, but they were still as large as cantaloupes.

She didn't need to ask his permission, it was evident in the flush of his cheeks, in the way that his member pulsed in time with his racing heart. He couldn't have hidden his feelings from her razor-sharp senses if he had tried.

"Try to relax, Commander," she whispered. "Let me know if I am too heavy, or if my pace is too fast."

"Stop fretting, Loz," Mizi warbled. "He'll be fine!"

Lozka reached down and took his member in her silky palm, guiding it towards her loins as she lowered herself down onto him. He caught a glimpse of her rosy vulva between her silky, jet-black lips, her flesh glistening with desire. He remembered how strong she had been, the feeling of her insides wringing his fingers, her heat. Her concern had him a little nervous now, had he bitten off more than he could chew? No, she was no larger compared to him than he was to Mizi, he could take it.

She pulled back his foreskin to reveal his glans, a bead of his pre welling at its tip, those wide hips lowering themselves down onto him. Mizi craned her neck to get a better look as his flesh met hers, the tip of his cock gliding between those velvet lips. She was so wet, the sensation of heat making him grit his teeth as she pressed him against her opening, Ben meeting resistance despite their vast difference in stature. Male Araxie couldn't be all that endowed, or she wouldn't be this damned tight.

His eyes rolled back into his head as his glans was engulfed in warm, slimy flesh, her muscles pressing the pillowy walls of her passage against his shaft as he slipped inside her. It was easier going than it had been with Mizi, Lozka's grip coming more from the strength of her muscles than her size.

Supporting herself with one knee on the bench and one foot on the deck, Lozka brought herself down, sliding Ben's twitching member to the base in one fluid motion. A rush of sensation assailed him, as though a dozen slimy tongues were coiling all around his length, flesh like wet satin cradling his member. Her proximity brought her chest closer, Ben pressing his face between her pert breasts, feeling their meat spill around his cheeks as he inhaled a lungful of her enticing scent. It was like being cradled by a pair of velvet pillows, her fur slick with sudor, her warmth permeating him.

His hands wandered around her waist, sliding up the curve of her hips, the dampness of her coat making her slippery to the touch. She was so wide that he had to extend his arms further than the breadth of his shoulders, muscle and sinew shifting beneath her black hide as his fingers traced the contours of her exquisite body. She was at once hard and soft, tensing muscle giving way to husky fat on her thighs and ass, accentuating her feminine figure. As he had suspected, his fingers only just met around her toned midriff, Ben delighting in the sensation of her fur sliding against his skin as he pressed up against her torso.

"Is my fur so appealing to you?" she purred, enjoying the sensation of his dull fingers as they roamed up and down her spine.

"Back on Earth, people pay a fortune for clothing that doesn't even come close to this," he mumbled into her bust. "It feels like you're wearing a velvet body glove."

"I am not sure what you mean," she replied, "but your tone implies that it is meant to be flattering. Thank you."

"He's saying you're soft, Loz," Mizi added as she watched them from her seat to their right. "Why do you think I've been sleeping on you all this time?"

Lozka began to move, the weight of her downward thrusts pressing him into the bench's padding, its frame emitting worrying creaks and groans under the strain. She was taking him so deep, the impact of her hips rocking him. Her pace was slow, placating, but Ben already found himself holding onto her for dear life.

Every sway of her hips sent him reeling, her immense strength just barely restrained. She employed the same grace and precision in lovemaking that she did in hunting, her immense body under precise control, every subtle movement carefully moderated. Her furry breasts bumped against his face, his hands wandering to her stomach, pressing against her flat belly to better feel those steely muscles flexing beneath her coat. It was intimidating, and wonderful, and enrapturing.

He wandered higher, Ben feeling Lozka shudder as he reached her breasts. As modest as they might be for someone who was eight feet tall, they were so large that her flesh seemed to drape itself over his hands, weighing them down. The fat was so soft that he could sink his fingers into it up to the knuckle, feeling the firm tissue that imbued them with their teardrop shape beneath it. Her insides clenched as he began to knead, playing with them, delighting in their delicate texture. He couldn't help but press his face into one of the globes, her silky fur rubbing against his cheek, her flesh yielding like memory foam.

It was a struggle to wrangle one of them as she moved atop him, but she brought her chest closer when she realized what he was trying to do, her torso seeming to hold perfectly still even as her hips gyrated. Again, he was reminded of a gymnast or a dancer, someone who had complete mastery over their own body.

Ben brought one of her nipples to his lips, sealing them around it, Lozka emitting an appreciative growl as he drew on it. He teased her with quick flurries and doting licks, circling it with his tongue, pinching it gently between his lips and his teeth. Her long spine arched towards him, her perfectly-managed pace faltering for a moment. As tough as she was, Lozka was still receptive, sensitive in all of the places that one would expect.

"Are you enjoying me, Commander?" she whispered, her warm breath blowing his hair from above.

"Y-yeah," he stammered, not knowing quite how to respond to such a question.

"I am glad," she purred, giving him another hard thrust that made him groan into her cleavage. Her passage seemed to spiral around his buried member, he could feel every bump and crease stroking his length as her walls clung to him like a fist gloved in damp silk. Her muscles throbbed beyond their fleshy boundaries, milking him in wracking waves, her copious fluids leaking around his shaft.

She began to alternate the movement of her hips, making slow figures of eight, changing the angle of his penetration. It drove his member into her pillowy walls in new and surprising ways, Ben sinking back into the bench as the sensations assailed him. Lozka was moving like an exotic dancer, her fluidity and precision hypnotizing him, he couldn't take his eyes off her twisting form. It was as though she was following a beat that only she could hear, the teasing twists and staccato drops of her voluptuous hips tied to a silent rhythm.

She rocked her hips, letting their weight carry her down onto his shaft, the impact driving the air from his lungs. Her percussive movements were punctuated by quick twists and teasing shimmies, the muscles in her pulsating depths translating every subtle twitch into his member, their breathing growing heavier as their shared pleasure began to mount.

The Araxie tilted her hips, making a lazy circle, the muscles in her abdomen seeming to undulate with the effort. She had such incredibly fine control over them, the flowing, sinuous motions only possible due to a lifetime of athletic practice. Ben couldn't take his eyes off the way that her six-pack seemed to rise from beneath her velvet coat when her muscles flexed, carving deep channels in her taut belly, droplets of sweat following them on their way down to her navel. He lay a hand on her core, feeling her abs moving beneath his palm, flowing like a river.