The Rask Rebellion

"I have you now," she panted, her lips hovering by his ear. "That's right, keep fighting. I love the way you writhe," she added, lightly tracing her claws across his exposed belly. The sensation made him squirm, talons that could have gutted a horse teasing one of the most vulnerable parts of his body. It should have filled him with fear, but instead, it sent a confusing shiver sliding up his spine. "You have no idea how badly I want you," she sighed, the tone of her voice bordering on desperate. "I...I don't know what to do with myself anymore..."

"I'm not fucking through yet," Cooper grunted, drawing back his prosthetic elbow. He slammed it into her belly with all of the strength that he could muster, Korbaz relinquishing her hold on him as she doubled over.

He danced away, wheeling around to face her, expecting her yellow eyes to be brimming with anger. Instead, he found that same smile, like a ray of sunshine cutting through dark storm clouds. He blinked at her, their eyes meeting for a moment, the Admiral reaching up to brush her wet fringe out of her face.

"I would have it no other way," she cooed, straightening the straps on her top and making her generous breasts wobble in the process.

Once again, they began to circle one another like prizefighters in the ring, Korbaz wetting her lips in anticipation. At least he was showing her a good time, she looked like she was having a ball.

With a bestial growl, she launched herself towards him, Cooper narrowly avoiding her. Her momentum carried her into a decorative pillar carved from dark wood that was sitting in one corner of the room, sending a marble bust of some Rask historical figure toppling to the deck, where it shattered into fragments. She spun around, her claws raking the carpet, kicking a stool out of her way as she changed direction.

"Come on then!" Cooper yelled, rushing in to meet her. They exchanged blows, Cooper catching her in the chin with a swift right hook, Korbaz sent reeling by the punch. Before she could recover, he gave her a savage kick, the metal rod that served as his shin connecting with her digitigrade leg just above the ankle joint. She yowled, leaping clear, Cooper watching her warily as she prepared another attack.

She lunged, but this time, it was a fakeout. Cooper dodged the wrong way, Korbaz catching him in a bear hug. She wrapped her powerful arms around him, lifting him off the deck, pinning his limbs at his sides. In this position, even his prosthetic was of little use, he didn't have the leverage to free himself.

Her bust compressed against his chest through her stained tank top as she squeezed the breath out of him, his face pressing into her cleavage where it peeked out above her low-cut collar, her biceps bulging. Her body was putting off so much heat, her sweat making her slippery, Cooper's cheeks sliding against her skin. It was as soft as silk, not at all what he would have expected, her wobbling flesh cushioning him as she exhaled into his damp hair. He had no choice but to take in a gasping breath, filling his lungs with her scent, his heart fluttering as it invaded his nose. There was that lavender body wash that she had been so proud of, a hint of leather, the smell of her exertion flipping a switch in his brain. Damn it, she smelled fucking amazing...

"I win, tin man," she panted in his ear. "Give in, and let me have you..."

"That's the thing about humans," he said, grunting as she gave him another squeeze. "We never know when to give up."

He drove his polymer knee into her stomach, but he didn't have enough room to put any real power into it, Korbaz chuckling at his attempt.

"Please don't stop fighting," she whispered, her tone becoming sordid. "A Rask stops when they know they've lost, they submit, but I want you to keep this fire burning. Keep it going all night."

"You're such a crazy cunt," he grumbled, Korbaz laughing. Her tone wasn't mocking, it wasn't triumphant, it was an almost girlish giggle of excitement. He felt a pang of desire for her, her sudden display of cuteness crossing wires in his head. What was this, Stockholm syndrome? Korbaz couldn't be cute. She was an alien warlord, the source of all his ills.

"Tell me that you hate me," she purred, slurring her words a little. "Call me names, like you always do."

It was more a plea than a request, its earnest nature surprising him yet again. He hadn't really understood until now, not really, but she must have been missing this feeling terribly. She had pined for it, maybe for years, and he was finally fulfilling her desires after all that time. As powerful and as dangerous as she was, she was also drunk, vulnerable.

"Put me down, fuckwit," he grumbled.

She cooed happily, her warm cheek brushing against his own as she brought her soft, full lips to his neck. They pressed against his jugular, his body tensing as he felt the sting of her sharp teeth, her fangs pressing into him. She bit him, her rough, barbed tongue raking his skin where she drew blood. The dull ache was oddly pleasant, a shiver running down his spine as she mouthed almost apologetically.

"You taste so sweet," she whispered, "I can't stand it any longer."

His stomach lurched as she tossed him onto the bed, Cooper bouncing on the mattress, Korbaz following behind him. He was still in fight mode, and there was a moment of alarm as she pinned his arms to the bed, her lips moving to his neck again. Instead of the bite that he anticipated, she peppered his neck with lingering kisses, moving down to his exposed chest. Her tongue flicked out to the sample the claw marks that she had left there, his spine rising from the bed.

"Is this how you always solve your disagreements?" he grunted, a jolt of pleasure surprising him as she flicked the tip of her tongue into his navel.

"The fight is just a prelude," she replied, her warm breath blowing across his belly. He felt her claws tap against his polymer skin, the Rask examining it, admiring it. "I'll make you love me, I'll overwhelm you to the point that you beg for more."

"You can try," he growled, her amber eyes reflecting the light as she glanced up at him.

"A Rask would have given in by now, but you humans just keep pushing and pushing and pushing." She took in a deep breath, then exhaled a shuddering sigh. "It makes me crazy."

"You were fucking crazy before I got here," he replied.

"Shut up, idiot," she giggled. She bit his hip gently, another pulse of unexpected pleasure washing over him. His suit was already torn to tatters, and it required very little effort for her to rip away what remained, the Admiral casting the ruined garment to the carpet. Now that he was wearing only his boxers, her eyes played across his body, examining his every scar and imperfection.

"It is as though you were torn asunder and put back together," she sighed, the idea seeming to arouse her rather than repulse. Worrying about what his dates would think of his repairs always weighed heavily on his mind. It wasn't that he thought of himself as ugly, he couldn't be fucked with that kind of self-doubt, but it was always a hurdle that had to be overcome. The idea that it was a source of attraction and admiration for Korbaz was oddly refreshing.

"I'm fucking immortal," he replied. "The Bugs couldn't kill me, your soldiers couldn't kill me. Plasma breaching weapons, naval railguns, alien dogs. I'm starting to think that there's nothing that can put me down for good."

"So brave for someone so small," she purred, lightly dragging her claws across his belly to make him flinch. "Your scars are proof of your exploits. That you are a great warrior makes the prospect of turning you even more exciting..."

"I dunno about great warrior," he mumbled, feeling her hook her claws around the elastic waistband of his shorts. "I mostly just point a turret at shit that I want to not be there anymore."

She pulled down his shorts, his member catching on the elastic for a moment before bouncing free, his erection pulsing gently as her yellow eyes locked onto it.

"Our little bout has you more excited than you would care to admit," she chuckled, reaching out to brush her furry knuckles against the underside of his shaft. Her fur was so soft and fluffy, his cock pulsing in response. "I can smell your pheromones," she sighed, her lashes fluttering as she pressed her pink nose into his crotch. Cooper doubled over as her smooth, warm cheek slid against his shaft, the alien inhaling his scent.

He reached down and gripped her sandy-blonde hair with his prosthetic hand. It was damp with her sweat, wild and messy from their fight. He gave it a gentle tug, Korbaz's long tail going as straight as a board as she arched her back.

"L-like you mean it," she demanded, Cooper giving her a harder tug. She moaned into his groin, not the sound that he had expected, the Admiral sucking her lower lip into her mouth and chewing on it lasciviously as she rose back up to glare at him. There wasn't anger behind those eyes, only desire, her drunken state no doubt lowering her inhibitions.

"So...what happens now?" he asked skeptically. "Are you supposed to be a good enough lay that I pledge myself to you forev-"

Her lips slid over the head of his cock, Korbaz burying her face in his crotch as she took his member to the base, warmth and pressure engulfing him. She pursed them around his hilt, drawing on him as she drove him into the depths of her throat, her winding tongue coiling around his shaft like a snake trying to strangle the life out of its prey. Her inner cheeks were as smooth as silk, sealing around him as she sucked, the muscles in her gullet massaging his glans as she swallowed around it.

"God, fuck!" he snarled in a blend of shock and ecstasy. He gave her a less than gentle tap on the head with his fist, feeling her throat vibrate around his buried member as she laughed. "How about a little warning next time, dickhead?"

Her coiling tongue slid up his shaft even as she nursed at his cock, like it was trying to milk him, the slimy muscle gripping him tightly. Her tongue had barbs like a cat, but she must be using the underside because it was gliding up his length on a cushion of her drool with ease. She swallowed another mouthful of saliva, stroking his tip, her nose pressing into his belly as she held him there. Her lungs were far larger than those of a human, and she was able to hold her breath for what felt like an age.

When she finally relented, those soft lips slid up his shaft, leaving a coat of bubbling saliva in their wake. She locked them around his glans for a moment, swirling the pointed tip of her tongue around it, before releasing him with a wet pop.

Cooper realized that his legs were trembling, his heart racing as he looked down at her sordid smile.

"You're so sensitive," she purred, "I could probably make you come with just a few gentle licks."

"Maybe if you were as good at fighting as you are at sucking cock, you wouldn't be losing the war," he replied. She responded by taking him deep into her mouth again, his glans rubbing against the velvet flesh at the back of her throat, her claws pressing into his hips as she wrapped her hands around his lower body. He couldn't stifle an appreciative groan, his hands delving into her damp hair again, Korbaz enjoying his tugging. She tickled the tender underside of his glans with her tongue, her talons pressing into his butt as she lifted it off the sheets.

"Fuck," he grunted as she lapped at his tip, her cheeks like a pair of silk pillows as they closed around him. "S-slow down a little, it feels like you're trying to suck the bloody soul out of me."

She shook her head, her lips curling into a smile even as they remained pursed around his shaft, eyes like golden coins meeting his gaze as she painted his length with her warm saliva. He lay back on the bed, covering his mouth with one hand, struggling to suppress a moan. His toes curled as her tongue slid out to stroke his balls, hot and slippery, the alien organ dexterous enough to cup them.

He felt like he was melting in her mouth, his breathing growing labored. Korbaz began to slowly bob her head in his lap, sliding her lips up his shaft until she was pressing them against his tip, then swallowing him again. The muscles beyond the satin lining of her throat rippled around him, stroking him in waves with every gulp, her tongue constantly moving around to make room for his girth. It was like she was trying to drink from him, the pressure only drawing more blood into his member, making him swell against her tongue. Those rough barbs glanced him occasionally, but it was more surprising than painful, the uncertainty heightening his senses as he anticipated their touch.

She was a wizard when it came to giving head, he almost couldn't believe it. Stick a padlock in her mouth, and she could probably have picked it.

"S-stop laughing," he gasped, feeling the vibrations as she chuckled. "If you think I'm not gonna pay you back for this, you're dumber than you look."

She pulled back, pausing to take a breath, breaking the thick ropes of her saliva that linked her lips to his skin with her tongue.

"I'm not the one who looks foolish," she giggled, reaching up to brush her fringe out of her face. "Your cheeks are blood-red, and you're squirming like a kitten who doesn't want to take his bath."

"I'll show you fucking...kitten my arse...dickhead," he grumbled under his breath. He gritted his teeth as she dragged the rough side of her tongue from his base to his tip, her saliva making its contact slippery enough that the strange sensation was weirdly enjoyable.

She let him slide from her mouth again, along with a drooping web of her slaver, Cooper watching in confusion as she draped the thick ropes over her furry palm. She squeezed his member between her furry fingers, her sandy coat matted with warm slime, enclosing him in her fist. When she slid it up his shaft, Cooper could have sworn that he could feel each and every hair stroking him, lighting up his every nerve like a switchboard.

"Maybe I'll make you come in my hand," she cooed, watching his expression intently as she wrung him. "My mouth is too good for you." She circled his glans with the fleshy pad of her thumb, Cooper gritting his teeth. "What's the matter?" she asked, baring her fangs in a grin as she watched his eyes glaze over. "Giving up already?"

"Not on your life," he grunted. He slid his polymer hand from her messy hair to her furry ear, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. She tensed up, closing one eye.

"Hey!" she complained, giving him a punishing squeeze. "Careful with that!"

Oh? Did she have sensitive ears? He loosened his grip a little, then began to make slow circles, rubbing the membrane between his rubber grips. A shiver rolled through her, Korbaz leaning closer, pushing her head into his hand like a cat demanding to be pet.

"Now who's sensitive?" he chuckled, the pumping of her fist slowing as his massage seemed to enrapture her. She lay her hot cheek against his belly, murmuring softly as he stroked her.

"S-stop it," she grumbled halfheartedly. "Stupid monkey...ape...whatever exactly you are."

"Where I come from, cats don't talk," he said as he gave her ear another squeeze. All of her strength seemed to leave her, a low, embarrassing mewl her escaping her lips. "What the bloody hell was that?" he laughed.

"Don't you dare tell anyone that you heard that or I'll flay you alive," she muttered, her cheeks flushing beet-red.

"You aren't gonna do shit," he replied, gripping her other ear with his organic hand. He began to rub that, too, Korbaz loosing another muffled whine. "I don't think you're as tough as you make out, I think you're just a big pussycat."

"I'm just d-drunk," she stammered, "you'd never get that reaction otherwise."

"Uh-huh, whatever."

"I'll show you...little runt," she grumbled. She parted her lips, her tongue winding forth, seeking out his member and hooking around it like a tentacle. The Admiral guided it to her lips as she lay her heavy head on his belly, Cooper's satisfied smile fading as she began to slowly lap at his glans. She brought a hand up to cup his balls, the fur still soaked with her drool, the sensation making him buck into her waiting mouth.

"I thought your mouth wasn't good enough for the likes of me?" he asked.

"Shud ub," she mumbled around his shaft, her tongue teasing him.

Her pace was so much gentler now, and that somehow made it harder to bear. Every slow stroke dragged him a little closer to the edge, his muscles clenching as he tried to maintain control. After a time, he realized that she was holding completely still, allowing him to push into her mouth at his own pace. It would have been a submissive act in most circumstances, but Korbaz's goal was to break his resolve, and having him willingly fuck her throat was a sign of surrender.

Cooper began to feel the twinge of an imminent climax, and Korbaz must have felt him throb in her mouth, her grip on his balls tightening in encouragement. The more he tried to stave it off, the more urgent his need became.

All it took was one last stroke of her tongue to send him over the edge, Cooper taking rough handfuls of her hair as she switched position, pushing her face into his lap. Cooper cursed under his breath in a blend of lust and frustration as the first rope of his emission splashed against the back of her throat. It was quickly followed by another, Korbaz kissing the base of his cock as she drank, waves of slimy muscle rippling across his most tender anatomy. Resistance was futile, Cooper doubling over as she drew another warm load out of him with her relentless sucking, the raw ecstasy that accompanied it making his head spin. She gripped his rump, her claws pricking him, her red cheeks pressing against his thighs.

When he was finally able to open his eyes again, he saw that she was leaning over him as he lay on the bed, her pink tongue emerging to lick the last remnants of his pearly fluid from her lips.

"That was fast," she cooed, eyeing his still erect member as it throbbed in the air.

"Fuck off," Cooper shot back. "You've been parading harem girls around for days trying to get me to spill the beans on Kodiaks, don't give yourself that much credit."

"What's the matter, little tin man?" she purred as she leaned closer. He flinched as she brushed the tip of his erection with her finger, his senses heightened from his recent orgasm. "Was it frustrating, seeing all of those beautiful girls engaging in all manner of sordid activities from behind the bars of your cage? Not being able to relieve yourself because you were always being watched?" She chuckled to herself, her yellow eyes playing across his sweat-soaked body. "In a way, I'm glad that you never gave in. As fun as it would have been to see your reaction to being the center of a whole pack's attention, this way, I get to have you all to myself."

"Don't think this is anywhere near over yet," Cooper replied, rising to a sitting position. "I'm just getting started."

"We'll have to test that famous stamina of yours," she purred. Korbaz leaned over to pick up her discarded decanter from the sheets, tapping it with her claw, then shaking it by her ear as though that might somehow reveal more booze. Disappointed, she tossed it aside, the glass shattering against the far wall. Cooper watched from the bed as she wandered across the room, kicking an upturned stool out of her way, opening the doors of a wooden cupboard. He heard the unmistakable clink of glass as she began to rummage through it, Korbaz reemerging with what looked like an oversized wine bottle in her hand, the faded label marked with their chicken scratch text.

"Keeping the buzz going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as she stumbled into another obstacle. It was one of the finely-carved tables, the curving legs ending in feet that were styled after native animals. The varnished top sported a purple tablecloth that was embroidered with golden threads, upon which was another empty decanter and some of the fluted vials. She upturned it, the fancy tablecloth spilling to the carpet as the glass containers shattered.