The Rask Rebellion

She walked around the broken glass, lifting her bottle and taking a generous swig, moving back to the foot of the bed. Much of the pink liquid spilled from her lips, pouring down into her cleavage, soaking the collar of her tank top.

"Fuck," she grumbled, glancing down at herself. "Oh well," she added with a shrug, taking another clumsy draw. "Plenty more where that came from."

She reached down with one hand and began to fumble with her belt buckle, the bottle clasped in the other, swaying as she fought to unfasten it. When she finally succeeded, she began to hop on the spot, the impact making her breasts bounce as she struggled to get her impossibly tight pants down. Seeing that she needed his help, Cooper sighed, rolling his eyes as he shuffled off the end of the bed.

He hooked his fingers around the belt, dragging her pants down, but the leather was sticking to her wet skin. It was like latex, clinging to the contours of her body, the dimpled muscles of her thighs visible through the material.

"How the fuck did you even get into these?" he huffed, struggling for every inch.

"I use them to keep curious humans out," she joked, pausing to take another noisy swig. He finally managed to get them down to her thighs, revealing that she was wearing nothing beneath them. No wonder he hadn't seen the outline of her panties through the leather, she wasn't wearing any.

Finally seeing fit to help him, she stepped out of the pants, now nude from the waist down. He could see her flat tummy and a sliver of her abs beneath the tank top, her shining skin the color of caramel.

His eyes wandered down to her mound, which was just as smooth as her thighs, their shine reminding him of varnished wood. In fact, her entire body might as well have been hewn from a solid block of golden oak.

She took him by the shoulder, her claws pressing into his skin as she steered him back to the bed. She sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress, pushing his head down between her polished thighs, Cooper reaching up to bat her hand away angrily.

"Let's see what that sharp tongue of yours can do," she purred, biting her lip. "They say that humans give amazing head."

"What?" he asked, rising up from between her parted legs to glare at her. "You think you can order me around like one of your attendants? Fuck that, we're doing this my way."

He reached up with a prosthetic hand and gripped the collar of her tank top, ripping it open, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room. Her breasts spilled from the torn garment in an avalanche of wobbling flesh, bulging between the scant threads that were still retaining their weight like water pouring through the cracks in a damn. Her sun-kissed skin contrasted against the gray cotton, the weight of her boobs helping to split the top, Korbaz lurching in surprise as they bounced loose. Cooper gave it another hard tug, throwing what remained of the tattered fabric to the carpet.

The top had been squashing her breasts together, but now, gravity spread them apart. His mouth watered as his eyes played over them, the droplets of sweat that clung to her dark skin glittering, her pink nipples hard and erect. They were like a pair of fleshy basketballs, more voluminous than his head, the sight of them reigniting his passion.

Korbaz stifled a moan as he delved his fingers into them, weighing the hefty globes, her buttery flesh drooping around his hands as he lifted them. Every movement sent a quiver through them, like they were made of gelatin, Cooper watching one bounce when he let it drop.

"Idiot," Korbaz huffed, arching her back as he sank his polymer digits into one of her heavy breasts. They vanished up to the knuckle, her boob seeming to engulf them like an amoeba devouring its prey. "Be more gentle!"

"Oh, are you suddenly a sensitive flower?" he scoffed, giving one of her boobs a gentle slap. A ripple spread through it, her flesh deforming around his hand, continuing to jiggle softly as it settled. He began to knead the other, delighting in the satin texture of her skin, the meat of her bosom bulging between his fingers when he squeezed. It was like playing with a giant stress ball.

Korbaz took another swig from her bottle, more of its spilling from her mouth, leaking down between her breasts. At this point, Cooper could have sworn that she was doing it on purpose. He dragged his tongue through it greedily, tasting its fruity bouquet, Korbaz shivering happily. This time, she upended her bottle, coating her chest liberally with the concoction. Cooper's eyes followed the pink fluid as it made its way down her torso, splitting into little streams when it reached her abs, following the deep channels that her flexing muscles carved into her otherwise flat stomach.

"Maybe that'll encourage you," she giggled, a hiccup making her boobs bounce gently.

Cooper made his way across one of her breasts, mouthing and licking, the blended taste of her sweat and the wine driving him wild. He reached her nipple, Korbaz uttering a low moan as he bit it gently, sealing his lips around it. He lashed it with his tongue as he began to knead, toying with her inviting fat as he suckled, her flesh seeming to mold around his fingers. He was being rough, inconsiderate, but her mewling let him know that she was loving every second of it.

"One would think that you were trying to get back at me for something," she said, her chuckling interrupted by a gasp as he gave her another teasing bite. He felt her hand on the back of his head, holding him there, his face pressing into her boob as though it were a down pillow.

"I see that your mouth can be used for more than insults," she cooed, another teasing flurry making her shudder. "You little..." She loosed a low growl as he dug his fingertips into the firm tissue that gave her chest its wonderful fullness, starting to tremble.

Cooper finally released her breasts, leaning back to admire them for a few moments, her magnificent assets quaking with her labored breathing.

"I see that males of all species share the same juvenile fascination," she muttered, Cooper answering the remark by giving one of her nipples a gentle pinch.

"Not so cocky now, are you?" he asked. She was leaning back on the bed, breathing heavily, fresh sweat making her body gleam in the wavering light of the chandelier. Her face was as red as ever, strands of her blonde hair sticking to her forehead.

"If I wasn't drunk," she began, but he cut her off.

"You say that while holding a bottle of fuck-knows-what in your hand," he said, gesturing to her wine. She seemed to remember that she had it, lifting it to her lips, taking a long draw from its narrow neck. Korbaz held the liquid in her mouth, her hand darting out to grip his hair, Cooper wincing as she tugged him into range. Her lips pressed against his, Korbaz sharing the mouthful of fruity wine, Cooper's heart starting to race as it spilled down his chin.

She transitioned into a lustful, uninhibited kiss, her impossibly long tongue forcing its way inside him. It slid around, glancing his cheeks, batting clumsily against his palate as it explored unfamiliar territory. Not to be outdone, he tried to meet her sordid embrace, the copper taste of her saliva joining the taste of the wine. It was an impossible task. Her tongue simply coiled around his own, subduing it. Her grip stinging his scalp, she pressed closer, uttering comely moans between her desperate kisses.

There was a time when Cooper would have rather bitten off his own tongue than kiss Korbaz, but her skill was unearthly, even if it was somewhat tempered by her drunkenness. She could have written her name on the roof of his mouth with that thing, her organ coated in a blend of slimy drool and what almost tasted like fruit punch, its tapered tip stroking the back of his throat.

She held him there for a little too long, finally relenting when she realized that he couldn't breathe, affording him only a scant few gulps of air before pushing her tongue past his lips again. It could hardly even be described as a kiss. It was a sex act in itself, greedy and frenzied.

When she broke away, their lips remained linked by strands of her drool, those yellow eyes burning into him as she admired her handiwork.

"That's exactly how I want you, you little runt," she snarled as a fresh surge of arousal imbued her with a kind of urgent desire. "Red-faced, panting, your lips stained with my fluids." She tugged his hair, making him gasp, his prosthetic hand reaching up to grip her wrist. "If we had won this war, I don't know that I would have been able to hand you over to the Matriarch," she murmured. Her tongue snaked out to rake his cheek, the barbs grazing his skin. "I might have kept you for myself, my own little human plaything. Don't pretend that you wouldn't love it, that you wouldn't wallow in it, the prospect of being fucked into a shivering wreck every single night."

Her eyes widened as he squeezed her wrist, Korbaz relinquishing her tight grip on his hair, wincing as he guided her hand away.

"But you're not winning," he replied, watching her long lashes flutter at his sudden display of strength. "You're lucky that the Coalition has more respect for its enemies than one of your bloody raiding parties, or maybe I'd collar you and keep you as a pet. How would that make you feel? All of your status stripped away, the great Admiral reduced to nothing more than a toy for a lowly human to play with."

The question was intended to put her in someone else's shoes, to make her think for a moment about her threats of keeping him captive, but it didn't have the intended effect. Her eyes glazed over for a moment, Korbaz biting her lip as she imagined such a scenario in sordid detail.

"Oi, stop that!" Cooper complained. "It's not supposed to be a turn-on, you crazy bitch." She giggled to herself, using her free hand to take another swig from her bottle. "I swear to God...sometimes I feel like this crawler is an insane asylum, and the inmates have the keys," he muttered as she flashed him a mischievous grin.

He began to move down her torso, licking more of the fruity liquid from her lustrous skin as he went. He traced the contours of her abs with his tongue, feeling them flex beneath it, the wine outlining each bulging muscle with a stream of pink. They were so perfectly defined, so pronounced that they cast shadows under the swaying chandelier, misted with droplets of shining sudor.

Cooper reached her hip, planting a kiss there, feeling her massive frame squirm in anticipation as he neared her mound. It was as smooth as glass, the muscle between her navel and her loins making it firm to the touch. His cheeks brushed against her thighs as he roamed ever lower, a layer of soft flesh yielding to reveal more iron muscle, like an oil drum wrapped in memory foam. She could have crushed his head between those things like a ripe cherry if she had so desired, she probably had as much strength in one thigh as he did in his entire body. As monstrous as she was, she was still tender, sensitive. When his fingers brushed their inner surface, she flinched, arching her back towards him.

Her loins were swollen with arousal, her lips pink and puffy, leaking a stream of glistening nectar. They looked similar to those of a human woman for the most part, if not for their exaggerated scale. Korbaz let slip a gasp as he reached out to part her fleshy labia with his fingers, exposing a vulva the color of a blushing cheek, contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin.

He glanced up between her legs, watching her peer down at him over the ample mounds of her breasts from what seemed like a mile away, her amber eyes brimming with desire.

"This is what you've been waiting for, right?" he asked. "You keep mentioning how smooth our tongues are, alluding to how you want to put mine to better use."

She nodded hastily, her thighs trembling around his head. He could feel the heat coming off her on his face, his eyes following a fat droplet of her juices as it dripped to the sheets below. Some of the wine had made its way down here, making her sticky, its fruity scent enticing him.

"Beg for it," he said, his words seeming to strike her like a slap to the face. She blinked at him, her cheeks burning redder.

"W-what?" she stammered.

"Beg for it," he repeated, her head rolling back as he pressed the flat of his hand against her mound and began to slowly rub. He could feel her clitoris pressing into his palm, her fluids coating his skin to make it slippery. "I want to hear how badly you want it."

"H-how dare you ask such a thing of me," she replied, digging her claws into the mattress in an attempt to stop her hands from shaking so conspicuously. Her body was on fire, sweat sliding down her dusky skin, her trembling making her thighs and breasts quiver enticingly. "I would never debase myself in such a..."

Cooper left a sucking kiss on her inner thigh, not an inch from her loins, ensuring that she felt his tongue glide across her skin. It was met with another shudder, her lashes fluttering, her lips parting as she took in a sharp breath that almost morphed into a moan.

"I won't do it unless you ask nicely," he said, rubbing his cheek against her burnished thigh. Fuck, it was so cushiony and inviting, warm and silky. He could have used it as a pillow.

Korbaz looked like her conflict was going to tear her apart, bringing a sharp claw to her lips, chewing on it nervously as her longing gaze lingered on him. He gave her another teasing kiss, on her mound this time, Cooper admiring her sculpted six-pack as it tensed in response. He kept up his rubbing, making torturously slow circles with his palm, massaging her swollen womanhood.

She took another swig from her bottle, her desire finally winning the battle against her pride.

"Please," she whispered, averting her eyes. At this point, Cooper felt as though he could have cooked an egg on her face.

"Didn't catch that," Cooper teased, "we humans have very poor hearing."

"Please," she repeated, a little louder this time.

"Please what?"

"Please...use your tongue," she muttered.

Cooper pulled his hand away from her loins, his palm linked to her puffy lips by a thick rope of her fluid, then moved in. Korbaz lurched as she felt him breathe warm air on her swollen sex, nibbling her claw again, watching him intently. He spread her lips with his organic fingers, dragging his tongue between them, its surface sliding against her soaking-wet vulva. She was almost hot enough to scald, her thighs tightening around his head as he explored her, tracing her tender folds.

Korbaz covered her mouth with a furry hand, trying to muffle a comely whine that was unbecoming of an Admiral, her eyes snapping shut. Cooper mouthed and licked as he went, painting every inch of her anatomy, feeling her tremble with each flick of his tongue. Her natural taste was neutral, but the wine gave her a deliciously fruity flavor, her womanly scent goading him on.

She was so sensitive, trembling like a leaf, as though she had never been touched in this way before. He had felt the rough barbs that lined her tongue, and it gave him some idea of how careful a Rask would have to be in these circumstances.

"Big bad Rask warlord brought to heel by an inch of wet muscle," he chuckled, pausing to glance up at her.

"S-silence," she mumbled, "just k-keep doing it."

Her lips were shining with a layer of her excitement now, flushed just as pink as her cheeks, her opening winking at him in invitation. He switched hands, keeping her labia splayed with two polymer fingers, bringing their living counterparts to her entrance. He pushed two of them inside her, she was more than large enough to take it, Korbaz inhaling sharply as he buried them up to the knuckle in her spasming passage. Immediately, the strength of her contractions squeezed his digits together with enough force that it was almost painful, burning flesh undulating around them, drenched in her slimy fluids.

Due to her exaggerated stature, he had expected her to be looser than this, but her pelvic floor muscles were just as toned as the rest of her body. He could feel them rippling along his fingers, stroking them through her pillowy walls, trying to drag them into her depths. He wanted to start thrusting them in and out of her, but she had such a tight hold on them, Cooper settling for curling them inside her instead. He used them to massage the roof of her tunnel, her clenching reaches fighting him the whole way.

It seemed to drive Korbaz wild, her wide hips starting to gyrate slowly, pushing against his hand. He returned his tongue to her vulva, the Admiral murmuring softly in her unintelligible language, covering her mouth with one hand again as though the prospect of being overheard embarrassed her.

"If our situations had been reversed, and you were trying to resist me," he began as he paused his licking for a moment. "I don't think you would have lasted a day."

"That's not true," she breathed, the springs in the mattress creaking as she squirmed. "Y-you speak of things that you know n-nothing about..."

"You'd probably be trying to gnaw through the bars of your bloody cell within an hour, wouldn't you?"

"I-I am a proud R-Rask warrior," she stammered, biting her finger as he planted a lingering kiss on her thigh. "You would do well to hold your tongue if you wish to k-keep it."

"No, you're a leaking, shivering Rask warrior. You're dripping like a faucet," he added, pressing his fingers into her quivering insides to make her mewl. "Tell me you want it, or I'll stop."

"Don't stop!" she blurted, her candor surprising him. "I...I want it..."

Her entire body was moving now, as though his roving tongue and his curling fingers were hitting switches, Korbaz utterly consumed by her pleasure. Her thighs shook as her hips thrust against his hand, her spine arching, her abs flexing with the effort. The motion made her pendulant breasts sway, her tail flicking around on the sheets like an angry snake, her clawed toes digging furrows in the purple carpet as they kneaded it like a cat with its favorite blanket.

She took another drink from her bottle, spilling more of it down her torso, the liquid streaming between her breasts and over her toned belly. It reached her mound, mingling with her excitement, imbuing her loins with the sweet taste of red berries as he lapped.

Cooper cursed himself for the surge of desire that her red cheeks inspired in him, for the way that her stupid fringe stuck to her forehead, for the way that her twisting core made his cock swell.

Her hand reached down, her fingers delving into his hair, but there was no tugging this time. She held him close, as though fearful that he might pull away, her claws pricking his scalp as he continued his doting licking. He wanted to please her, he wanted to give her the best head of her life, the most earthshaking climax that she had ever had. Not out of affection, but simply so that he could be the one standing triumphantly over her sweaty, trembling body. At least, that was what he told himself as her fluids dangled from his chin in ropes.

"Don't think that this changes anything," Korbaz grumbled, another jolt of ecstasy making her bite her lip. "This...this doesn't mean that you've won, just because your stupid...monkey tongue is..."

He slid up to her clitoris, glancing it with his slimy organ, Korbaz's breath catching in her throat. She covered her mouth again, trying to muffle an adorable mewl, her breasts swinging above Cooper's head as she doubled over.

"You'll never intimidate me again, you know," he said, giving the swollen bud another slow lick.

"What are you blathering about now?" she complained, her spine curving into a beautiful arch as he circled her nub with his tongue.