Worlds Apart Pt. 02

Now that her top was off, she lifted the jar again, Jamie watching with bated breath as she upended it over her chest. A fat blob of honey drooped from the container, connected to the mass by a strand that gradually grew thinner until it broke to fall to her caramel skin. It landed between her breasts, slowly seeping down her torso, the amber fluid oozing its way along the channel between the twin rows of her abs. She let more of it slide out of the jar until her stomach was glazed with it, draping a few strands over her breasts for good measure.

"You always did have a sweet tooth," she said, chuckling at her own joke. "Bon appetit."

Jamie drew closer, planting his hands to either side of her wide hips on the table, Liz purring as she felt his erection press against her groin. Her chest was at head-height to him, so he started there, dragging the flat of his tongue through the sweet substance. The warmth of her skin contrasted with its coolness, a hint of salt joining the sweet flavor, his feline partner cooing happily as he mouthed at her breast. A strand was dangling from one of her erect nipples, Jamie circling it with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth. Her cooing took on a deeper, more sensual quality as he drew on the bud of firm flesh, licking it clean.

He moved down her torso, pausing to lap at the sweet, sticky substance that coated her skin. It reflected the glow from the lights in the ceiling, making her shine, picking out the details of her chiseled abdomen. Like rivulets of molten gold, it seeped between her abs, following the channels that they carved into her belly in winding streams.

She shivered with every doting lick, grinding her wide hips in anticipation, rubbing her crotch against his erection through their clothes. Her abs were as firm as rubber beneath his lips, tensing as he traced their contours with his tongue. They could have been hewn from polished stone, was it not for the warmth that she radiated, and the way that her core shifted beneath his lips as she writhed. He slid his hands down her waist as he went, having to spread them wider than the span of his shoulders when he reached her hips. Even after living together for so long, he still marveled at how she could be so soft and yet so hard all at the same time. The cushion of fat that gave her such a fertile figure was like melting butter, settling in all the places that might draw a man's eye, while the muscle that lurked just beneath it was so firm that there was no give when it tensed.

From this position, he had a wonderful view. He could see the underside of her heavy bosom as it quivered with her every tremor of delight, her six-pack flexing as he lapped the honey from her sun-kissed skin, her green eyes peering down at him over the mounds of her breasts.

"L-lick me clean," she murmured, nibbling on the end of one of her pointed claws as she watched him. "Every fuckin' drop..."

Jamie was all too happy to oblige, his head swimming as he painted every inch of her sculpted torso with his tongue. He poured his desire for her into every slow stroke, teasing her with quick flurries, letting his lips linger as the taste of honey filled his mouth.

He passed the faded scars that ran across her belly, pausing as he reached her navel, slipping his tongue into it. The table creaked as she shivered, her claws scraping on its metal surface. He planted kisses on the protruding bones of her hips, crawling his lips down towards her smooth mound, the elastic waistband of her shorts glued to her skin where the honey had soaked into the fabric. Jamie gripped it in his teeth, pulling it back, then releasing it to let the elastic snap back into place. The unexpected sensation made her flinch, Liz biting her lip as he hooked his fingers around the garment, starting to tug it down.

She shifted her weight to help him, lifting one cheek off the table, then the other. Jamie pulled the shorts past her thighs, Liz closing her legs, flexing her clawed toes as he succeeded in getting them off. Before they had even hit the carpet, his hands were on her knees, and he was parting her legs again. Liz sat there on the table, her thighs splayed wide, her loins flushed the same shade of pink as her cheeks. She was practically drooling, a strand of her anticipation dangling from her swollen lips, her rosy vulva glistening with moisture.

Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, but he wasn't aiming for her sex. He swiped the jar of honey from the table at her side, upending it, drizzling thin strands of its contents over her thighs like he was dressing a pancake.

"Now all we need is a little whipped cream and a cherry, and you got yourself a meal," she cooed, giggling drunkenly.

"Want me to say grace?" he asked, Liz covering her face with her hands as her laughter filled the prefab.

"You're terrible," she gasped, her face even redder now. "Stop making shitty jokes and eat me out already. You're lucky I'm so trashed, or that wouldn't even get a laugh."

He knelt in front of the table, Liz's chuckling petering out as he kissed her just above the knee, her skin so soft that he could scarcely stop himself from rubbing his cheek against it. Jamie roamed higher, following one of the strands of honey with his tongue, pausing to give her a sucking kiss that left a red mark.

"You're such a tease," she grumbled, her eyelids drooping as she watched him roam higher. He made his way along her inner thigh, peppering it with licks, cleaning away the glaze of honey. When he neared her burning vulva, able to feel its heat on his lips even from an inch away, he switched legs.

Liz loosed a rumbling growl in a blend of frustration and arousal, the iron muscles that let her massive, five-hundred-pound frame run and leap in one-point-three Gs flexing at his touch. There was probably as much muscle in her thigh as he had in his entire body, so thick around that his hands would only just meet if he were to hug it.

"Mmmf," Liz grumbled, arching her spine as he gave her a gentle bite. "If you don't stop messin' with me soon, I'm gonna pounce you..."

Finally relenting, he pressed the palm of his hand up against her aching loins, just large enough to hide her pink vulva from view. Another comely growl escaped her lips as he began to rub, making lazy circles, her engorged clitoris pressing into his skin when he applied more pressure. Jamie could feel her fluids making his hand slippery, leaking down his wrist, the delightfully soft texture of her puffy labia like memory foam. He could probably get her off like this, but there was plenty of honey left...

Jamie drew back, his palm remaining linked to her lips by a glistening rope of her excitement. Her eyes widened as he brandished the jar once more, her feline pupils tracking it as he raised it above her mound.

"Oh, come on," she muttered. Her voice was breathy, her tone oozing with anticipation, the complaint one of barely-restrained lust more than disbelief. "Ack, that's cold!" she giggled as he began to pour the amber liquid over her crotch, the honey slowly seeping from the jar in a thick rope until it coated her womanhood.

Jamie felt her fingers find purchase in his hair as he leaned in to drag his tongue between her lips, licking some of the honey from her vulva, his touch sending a spasm of pleasure through her body. Her other hand lifted one of her weighty breasts, beginning to knead it, rolling her sensitive nipple between the pads of her thumb and forefinger.

"Fuck," she whined, throwing her head back as he licked up the sweet fluid. There was a hint of salt, a familiar metallic flavor joining the honey as it blended with her juices, sordid thoughts swirling around inside Jamie's head as he lapped it up. He traced her delicate folds as he cleaned away every nectarous drop from her burning flesh, strings of it joining his lips to hers, his devoted kissing sending waves of pleasure coursing up her spine.

He paused, moving a little higher, licking away a few strands that had landed on her hairless mound. The muscles beneath her skin spasmed in reply, a comely mewl emanating from somewhere above. Teasing her with more passionate kisses, he descended towards her vulva again, drawing shapes on her sensitive anatomy with his tongue. He followed its every delicate crease, pausing to mouthe, its feverish heat enough to warm what honey remained.

Liz rolled her hips reflexively, grinding against his face, desperate for whatever stimulation she could glean. She wanted more, but he took pleasure in withholding it, knowing how hard he could make her climax if he built her up.

He reached up, pressing a hand against her belly, feeling her abs flex beneath his palm. She quickly realized what he wanted, easing herself down, lying spreadeagled on the dining table. There was just enough room for her to lie flat, Jamie admiring the way that her spine rose from its polished surface when he returned his tongue to her swollen sex. She lifted her hands above her head, gripping the edge of the table as he brushed her clitoris with his lips, her toned core rippling as the sensation rocked her.

Jamie sealed his lips around it, drawing it out from beneath its protective hood of skin, pinching it softly. Encouraged by his twitching partner's sharp yelp of ecstasy, he swirled his tongue around it, feeling the firm bud of flesh pulse in time with her heartbeat. At the same time, he slid a finger inside her, Liz so wet that there was practically no resistance. Her velvet insides closed around him like a fist, clenching as he curled his finger, her thighs starting to tremble.

"Enough," she grumbled, her toes clawing at the carpet. "F-fuck me already, I want something thicker..."

"Whatever you say, honey," he replied.

"I asked for cock, not bad jokes," she giggled. "I swear to God..."

Jamie quickly shed his pants, Liz feeling around for his member with her tail, brushing it against his thighs. When she found it, she curled the furry appendage around his shaft like a tentacle, guiding him between her legs.

"Don't fuck around," she grumbled, her sentence interrupted by a hiccup that made her breasts wobble. "I'm real close."

Jamie was so hard that he was sore, the sight of her lying there splayed on the table making him snort like a bull. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her pillowy flesh for purchase, his glans pressing between her soft lips. He had to expend a little more effort than he had for his finger. Despite her size, she was still maddeningly tight thanks to her absurd muscle tone.

With one rough thrust, he hilted her, the table groaning beneath her as Liz grunted like a wild beast. Her muscles squeezed down on his throbbing length with enough pressure to make him gasp, her burning flesh clinging to his every contour like liquid latex. Every spasm of her writhing tunnel made those sodden, velvet walls ripple, stroking him with lurid intent. It was as if her body was begging for him to start moving, easing him deeper, encouraging his rutting.

Not wasting any time, he pulled out of her again, watching her pink flesh cling desperately to his glistening shaft. He slammed back into her, sending a ripple through her thighs as his hips impacted them. The table made more worrying noises as he found a quick pace, their breathing becoming labored, beads of sweat welling on their skin.

After only a few quick thrusts, Liz lifted her butt from the table, her spine curving as she bared her sharp teeth. Jamie could feel each pulse of her climax as it made her insides tighten around his length, squeezing him ruthlessly, her abs glistening with a fresh sheen of sweat as they tensed in rhythm. Her whole body trembled like a leaf, her powerful thighs closing around his waist, preventing him from pulling out. Waves of velvet muscle rolled up his shaft, stroking him relentlessly, Jamie doubling over her twitching body as the throes of her ecstasy rocked the table.

She gradually came to, like someone awaking from a deep sleep, propping herself up on her elbows as she peered down at him with unfocused eyes. Her smile was warm, contagious, her euphoria making her giddy.

"W-wait," she mumbled, an aftershock making her shiver as he pulled out of her. His aching cock remained joined to her flushed lips by a sagging web of her fluids, slowly draping itself over the edge of the embattled dining table. "Did you finish?"

"Nah," Jamie replied, standing up as Liz struggled to rise to a sitting position. She almost seemed pleased to hear it, judging by the grin on her red face.

She lifted him like a toy, sitting him on the edge of the table, kneeling beside it to bring his member to face-level. He flinched as she cupped his balls, burying them in her furry palm, a blend of alcohol and afterglow making her sway subtly. She pursed her lips, blowing warm air on his member, snickering to herself as she watched it jump.

"Ever since I watched you fill that cup, I can't get it outta my head," she mumbled. "I don't usually, like...watch it come out...examine it like that. It was so fucking warm and thick..."

"Is this just drunk Liz talking, or have I given you some kind of complex?" Jamie chuckled.

"I dunno," she replied coyly, bringing a hand to his shaft. "I just wanna feel it on my tongue."

His shaft was already slick with her juices, her own warm emission matting her velvet coat as she began to stroke, the damp strands of fur tickling his skin. His very breath seemed tied to her tempo, his heart beating in time with the steady pumping of her sodden fist.

Like a pressure valve slowly climbing into the red, his pleasure mounted, Jamie already so aroused that it only took a minute or two before he was ready to blow. Liz extended her tongue, coiling it around the head of his cock, indifferent to the presence of her own clinging fluids. She painted it with her saliva, her slippery, hot flesh caressing every inch of his glans. She kissed his pulsing tip as she kept up her steady stroking, not taking him all the way into her mouth, just teasing him with gentle licks and pecks. Like she was applying lipstick, she rubbed his glans against her pillowy lips, Jamie gripping the edge of the table tightly as she pushed him towards the brink.

There was something about the expression on her burning face that made her lurid attentions all the more intense. It was like a kind of drunken adoration, a fixation, her inhibitions long forgotten by this point.

"You gettin' there?" she slurred, glancing up at him with a smile of anticipation. His heart skipped a beat as he peered back at her, her emerald eyes reflecting the light.

"Y-yeah," he mumbled, his toes curling as she planted another doting kiss on his tip. His head was spinning, his thoughts becoming muddled, the delicious ache of his impending orgasm stealing away his focus. "Fuck," he hissed through gritted teeth, "I can't hold it."

"Good. Don't," she purred as she upped her pace. She opened her mouth, extending her tongue, her eyes fixed greedily on his leaking glans. Another quick pump was all it took, searing pleasure shooting through Jamie like an electrical current as he swelled in her hand, a thick rope of his seed draping itself over her face with the same consistency as the honey. It was followed by another, this one painting her tongue, a third joining her parted lips. The next couple of spurts seeped down her wrist, her stroking gradually slowing as the last sparks of his ecstasy faded.

When he recovered his faculties, he looked down to see that her red face was covered in his ejaculate, its pearly color contrasting with her dusky skin. His first instinct was to apologize, but the way that her eyelids were drooping gave him pause. He watched as she closed her mouth, rolling his seed around on her tongue, her thighs rubbing together tightly as she knelt on the carpet. She reached up to wipe away a strand that was dangling from her chin, sucking it off her pad, then cleaned a fat glob of it that was clinging to her cheek. She pressed it between her thumb and forefinger, parting them to create a fat strand, seeing how far she could stretch it until it broke.

"You having fun there?" Jamie asked.

She answered by giving him another teasing lick, smirking at him as he shuddered.

"Oh man, I feel kind of woozy," she muttered. "I think all that beer is catching up with me. Bedtime?"

"Bedtime," he replied with a nod.

She struggled to her feet, Jamie following her into the bedroom, where she flopped down onto the oversized mattress. Almost the moment that her face hit the sheets, she began to snore, already fast asleep.

CHAPTER 7: ZYGOTE

Jamie awoke to the sound of someone buzzing at the door. He kicked off the sheets groggily, sliding out of bed, turning to glance at Liz. Despite her superior hearing, she remained stubbornly asleep, one of her furry ears twitching as the buzzer rang again.

Jamie pulled on a pair of shorts, making his way through the prefab, opening the door just a crack. Harry was standing on the steps, the morning light just starting to bleed through the trees at the edge of the forest behind him.

"I was startin' to think you guys were too hungover to come to the door," he chuckled. "You ready to go down to the hive?"

"Oh, yeah," Jamie said as he ran his fingers through his bed hair. "Fuck, I didn't realize you'd be here so early. Can you give us an hour to get ready?"

"Sure," he replied. "I'll go hang out at the bar 'till then."

Jamie returned to the bed, putting his hand on Liz's shoulder, giving her a shake.

"Hey, Liz," he whispered. "Time to get up."

She batted him away, grumbling to herself.

"Come on," he added, giving her another shake. "Harry is waiting for us. We're supposed to go down to the hive to meet the Ambassador, remember?"

She slowly sat up, Jamie trying to keep his eyes off her swaying breasts. She reached up to touch a finger to her face, pulling it away as though she expected to see something there.

"Why the hell is...Jamie, did you come on my face last night?"

"Don't you remember?" he chuckled. "I didn't think you were that wasted."

"I'm getting flashes of...oh lord," she muttered, her cheeks starting to warm. "Never let me drink that much again."

"I dunno, you looked like you were enjoying yourself to me."

She smirked, giving him a gentle push.

"Dork. I'm showering first, and make sure you clean up properly when it's your turn. Bugs have a great sense of smell, and right now, you're wearing me like a perfume."

"That's kind of hot," he replied, Liz further messing up his hair as she made her way past him.

***

They collected Harry from the bar, the plucky Marine leading them to one of the flatbed trucks that they had seen delivering crates. It wasn't too different in appearance from an off-road SUV one might see back on Earth, but it was overbuilt, with a sturdy roll-cage and a bullbar that looked like it could probably run down a bear. It had high suspension, lifting it a good distance off the ground, the thick tires made from a kind of honeycomb that made flats impossible.

"Sorry, Lizka, you're gonna have to ride in the back," Harry said as he opened the driver's side door. "We don't have any madcat-sized seating for you."

She hopped up into the bed of the truck and gripped one of the metal bars for purchase, the rear suspension sagging under her weight. Jamie made his way around to the passenger door, climbing up into the truck. It was nothing like the comfortable self-driving cars that he was used to. It was much more rugged, the seats more akin to the crash-couches that he'd seen in the Magellan.

"Will Liz be safe in the back?" he asked, strapping himself in.

"She'll be fine," Harry replied, hitting the ignition button. "Blackjack rides back there all the time."