Chapter 10: Undercover

The shuttle drifted on the outskirts of the solar system, its engines offline to lower its telltale heat signature. While Boyd had been assured that nobody would have the means to reach them if they were detected, there was no harm in going quiet, it would save energy too in the case that they were unable to find a ride and had to return to Hades.

He relaxed in one of the crash couches, Lorza sitting cross-legged on the deck opposite him, at head height due to their difference in stature. She had thrown together some kind of vegetable and beef stew from the ingredients that had been provided to them, and Boyd wasn’t sure if it was just starvation talking, but it was one of the most delicious things he had ever had the privilege of tasting. After their ordeal on the ice moon, this rusty old shuttle might as well have been a gourmet restaurant in a Parisian cul-de-sac, and this amalgamation of MREs and canned food could have been the finest cuisine that money could buy. She watched him wolf it down, holding up the metal cooking pot that she had salvaged from one of the ration packs to serve as a bowl, drinking the residue and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Ok, I admit it, you’re the queen of ration cooking. How the hell did you learn to cook like this in the first place? I feel like if I gave you two rocks and a bird’s nest as ingredients, you could come back to me with a lasagna.”

She grinned and hooked a piece of beef that was floating in her broth with a pointed claw, popping it into her mouth and chewing contentedly. She was taking her time now, savoring each bite, nothing like when she had wolfed down a couple of hundred pounds of squid meat in a matter of minutes.

“Well, you have to learn to make do with what you have. Back in Siberia or on Borealis, cooking was a huge part of our culture and our social system, feasts were a communal event where we all interacted and bonded. Hunters were honored for their skill in bringing down the prey, everyone helped prepare the meal, and then everyone ate together. We would share everything, we had to in that kind of environment, where resources and food were scarce and highly valued. Impress with a particularly large kill, or wow with your cooking skills, and you’d get your pick of the pack as bedmates that night.”

“Some human cultures used to be the same way,” Boyd added, “eating communally and sharing resources. Some countries still have religious or cultural events and festivals where families are expected to eat together at one table, strengthening family bonds and all that. Hell there are still some private colonies where religious crazies and cult members live in communes. Ever hear of New Pennsylvania? It’s a colony planet inhabited entirely by people of the Amish religion, they refuse to use any modern amenity and live as humans did a thousand years ago.”

That seemed to surprise her and she looked up from her meal.

“Really? Why do they do that?”

Boyd shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s their religion, and the UN mandates that all religions be afforded equal respect. It’s not as if you’d be able to stop them from practicing anyway, they’d just keep moving further and further outside of UNN controlled space and settling new planets. Better to have them inside our borders where they can be protected along with everyone else.”

“But how did they get to the planet in the first place if they refuse to use modern technology?”

“I’m sure they hired ships to take them there, but once they arrived they turned the entire planet into a damned farm. It caused some controversy early on during the expansion period, when humans were leaving Earth en masse to found new colonies, because they snapped up one of the most fertile and desirable planets before the shortages began and we had to start searching further afield to find habitable worlds. There were multiple attempts by corporations like ExoCorp to buy them out, but they refused, they’re still tilling fields and riding animals as transportation to this day.”

“We lived simple lives through necessity,” Lorza said, spooning another portion of the stew into Boyd’s pot as if afraid he wasn’t eating enough. “There is nobility in it, it is a simple and satisfying life, but we have not rejected the advancements living on Earth has brought. The Elysians withheld technology from us when the UNN came to Borealis, but you humans share it freely. I can still enjoy a longhouse that I helped to build from timber that I cut with my own hands, if it has fire pits or central heating does not detract from the effort that went into it. Torches for light, or electric bulbs, doesn’t make a difference to us.”

“From what you’ve told me, it sounds like your people are just happy to be warm and fed,” Boyd said as he started on his next helping of stew.

“You could say that. When I ended up on a long range spacecraft, light years away from the people I would usually eat and sleep with, it got lonely. I was homesick, I missed the physical contact that humans seem so averse to, I missed the social aspect of eating with my family. I decided to apply what I knew about cooking to the rations they gave us, and practically overnight I went from being ignored by the rest of the crew, to being praised and valued. We’re not so different in the end, every living creature likes to eat, and if you do favors for people they will usually reciprocate.”

“Do you ... miss your crew?” Boyd asked a little hesitantly. They hadn’t talked about it much, and although his mission was of paramount importance and could impact the lives of millions of colonists on Hades, he was still in a way responsible for their deaths.

“I had grown accustomed to them, and they to me,” she said as she stirred her meal with a ladle. “I wasn’t as close to them as I had been to my family in Siberia, but that word has different connotations in my language. To a Polar, anyone you eat with is your family, anyone you hunt with is your pack. I’ve mourned them already, there’s no point dwelling on it any longer.”

“I could be your family,” Boyd added as he stared at his stew. Lorza smirked, and set her pot down on the deck, crawling closer to him on her hands and knees and pushing her face into the nape of his neck. He felt her teeth prick him, her lips planting a sucking kiss on his skin, his face starting to redden as she pressed up against him and pinned him between the plush fabric of the seat and her equally plush body.

“You’re more than family, you’re my mate.” She plucked the pot from his hands and set it down on the floor, cradling his red face in her furry palms and leaning closer for a kiss. She pressed her full, warm lips up against his and slipped her tongue into his mouth, stroking his cheeks with her silky fingers as she subjected him to a lurid embrace. She tasted of the stew, and Boyd allowed himself to melt into her fur, her warmth overcoming him as he sank into her doughy body.

They had eaten well for the first time in a week, both of them were full and lethargic, Boyd had even turned up the heat in the shuttle to a balmy temperature as if trying to spite the frozen hellscape they had just escaped from. Lorza soothed him with slow, placating strokes of her long tongue, running her velvet coat over his exposed skin and making his heart flutter. She pulled away, a strand of saliva linking their lips, and gave him a sultry look that he knew all too well. There were no beds on the shuttle, but she still had her sleeping bag, and she retrieved it from her rucksack and lay it out between the rows of seats. It stretched almost from the cockpit to the landing ramp, such was its size.

Boyd watched her with drooping eyelids as she stripped her overalls off, putting on a show for him and making sure that he could see the way her plump rear spilled out of the clothes as she dragged them down around her ankles, bending over to discard them and presenting her heart-shaped ass to him. She pulled her top over her head, letting her exaggerated breasts hang in the fabric for a moment before allowing them to fall heavily, bouncing enticingly as they settled. She wormed her way into the sleeping bag and held it open in invitation, Boyd’s erection already straining conspicuously at his suit.

“I’ve eaten well, I’m warm and I’m happy,” she declared. “Now I want to come at least twice before I go to sleep, I trust you won’t disappoint me?”

Boyd rose from his seat and stripped off in kind, Lorza’s covetous gaze roaming over his svelte figure, her blue eyes lingering on the various healed scars and puncture wounds that decorated his musculature. She put a hand to her mouth and feigned shock as his erection bounced free, her eyes tracking it as it twitched and jumped in time with his heartbeat.

Her long, furry tail snaked out of the bag and wrapped around his member, his knees weakening and almost causing him to stumble as it tightened, tugging him towards the sleeping bag as Lorza watched with a smug expression. When he came into range of her arms she wrapped them around him and pulled him into the bag with her, squeezing him against her paunchy body with one hand and zipping up the bag with the other. It still smelled vaguely of sex, and that excited him on a primal level, his cock pressing into her soft belly as she pricked his spine with her claws.

Lying with her was so comfortable, the food coupled with her plump, inviting body was making him sleepy and lightheaded. The desires to fuck and sleep battled in his mind, Boyd breathing in the scent of her copious cleavage as she pressed his face into her breasts, gently dragging her pointed claws from between his shoulder blades down to the small of his back. She made the decision for him, pushing her furry thigh against his groin, his erection sinking deep into the delicate fat. He groaned, and she chuckled, bring her head down to chew softly at his neck with her pointed teeth.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, there will be time for that later.” She kissed him again, this one more sexual and rough, forcing her slippery tongue down his throat and hugging him against her as he squirmed. She broke off, the taste of her still on his lips, and planted her hand on the top of his head. She began to push him down into the sleeping bag, rolling over onto her back as he slid down over the doughy mound of her stomach, her abundant thighs parting to let him pass.

He crawled down her doughy belly and pressed his lips against her warm loins, feverishly hot and already dripping with excitement as she awaited his touch. He parted her swollen lips with his fingers, feeling her massive body shiver, a rumbling purr that rattled his bones escaping from her throat. He felt her massive thighs press around him, each as thick and near as heavy as a tree trunk, iron muscles beneath her thick layer of yielding fat enclosing him and her downy fury tickling his reddening cheeks. He pressed his tongue up against her burning, glistening flesh, her spine arching off the deck as he traced the folds of her rosy vulva. She tasted familiar, sour but not unpleasantly so, her feminine musk filling his nose as he lapped at her. He felt her claws on his scalp, her fingers delving into his hair and pressing him deeper, pushing his face into her crotch with an almost desperate desire.

She groaned as he dragged the surface of his tongue across her tender skin, his hands sinking into the tufts of snowy fur and the plush fat on her thighs and mound as he roved. He felt her legs tremble around him as he circled her opening with the tip of his fingers, her oozing nectar making it slippery and wet, and her muscles seized it as he pushed it inside her. He knew what she liked by now, knew her weak points and sensitive zones, making a ‘come-hither’ motion with his finger and curling it against the upper wall of her passage. Her damp muscles rippled around his digit, more of her copious fluids dripping from her parted lips in fat blobs to dampen her fur.

Boyd groaned into her loins as her long, fuzzy tail snuck up from behind as if it had a mind of its own, as dexterous as a hand as it began to gently stroke and tease his inner thighs and pulsing erection. It was intolerable, and it only made his servicing more frantic and impassioned, Lorza wriggling contentedly as he delved deeper and more greedily.

“What’s the matter, didn’t get enough to eat?” He glanced her engorged clitoris with his tongue, and that shut her up, Lorza rumbling happily as she pulled his hair. She growled like a lion as he pressed his lips around the bud of firm flesh and began to slowly, torturously paint it with his saliva. Lorza purred contentedly, her thighs trembling and her tail tightening around his shaft. “You little ... don’t you dare stop.”

Her tail was distracting him, it was like having a feather duster lightly dragged across his most sensitive zones, tickling his thighs and balls with her fluff as it coiled around his member and stroked relentlessly.

Her sordid juices dripped from his chin as he mouthed and kissed with abandon, all moderation and restraint forgotten as her teasing goaded him on. She was so large and so strong, and yet every tiny glance of his tongue sent rolling shivers through her massive body, as if he could bring this eight foot tall behemoth to her knees with only a couple of inches of wet muscle. He took a short break as she squeezed his member especially hard, her tail wrapping his glans like a noose and subjecting it to her delicate fur, Boyd resting his head on her mound as he took sharp breaths. He felt her pull his hair again, tugging hard, his heart skipping as she forced him back down to continue his work.

“Don’t slack off, or do I have to sit on your face again? Maybe that’s what you want?”

He scowled and gave her clitoris another cruel lick, cutting off her chuckle and transforming it into a long, drawn out moan that sounded like a cross between an aroused woman and an angry bear. He circled it slowly, too slowly to give her any real gratification, but enough to keep on edge as he slipped another finger into her quivering tunnel and felt her velvet walls enclose it in greeting. There was so much pressure in there, clenching around his digits and massaging them with spasms that were almost powerful enough to be painful.

He felt a sudden desperate, urgent need for her, welling up inside him as if he might explode if his desire wasn’t indulged. He wanted to feel those slimy, hot walls enclose his aching member in their at once firm and delicate embrace. He needed those squirming muscles to massage his shaft like a thousand tiny tongues, and set every nerve on fire as if she had hooked her claws into his very brain and was flipping switches in his pleasure center.

Lorza seemed to notice the sudden surge in his erection, the pace of his lustful attentions increasing, her teeth sinking into her puffy lip and her grip on his hair tightening as his relentless licking continued.

“Not yet,” she crooned, “you got to go first last time.” He felt her wide palm on his head, pressing him down as her sinuous tail tickled him, letting the silky fur slide across the underside of his member. He moaned into her loins, feeling her writhe with delight, her leaking passage crushing his fingers. She rolled her wide hips, grinding her sopping loins against his face, Boyd pulling away after a few moments to catch his breath as a thick strand of her honey linked his lips to hers.

“Sorry,” she chuckled, “I forgot that humans have such a small lung capacity.” She scratched his scalp with her claws as he leaned back down, her furry thighs brushing against his cheeks. “I’ll make it up to you,” she whispered. “We Borealans can hold our breaths for a really, really long time...”

He wiped some of the slime from his face with the back of his hand, before another tug on his hair brought him back down again, buying his face between her meaty thighs. The stroking of her velvet tail was growing intolerable, sending sharp pulses of pleasure up through his body as it alternated between gentle, tender stroking and cruel squeezing that made stars dance before his eyes. Lorza was thoroughly enjoying herself, delighting in the scene she was causing, her racing heart apparent in the gentle pulsing of her hot flesh against his lips.

Boyd resolved to fight back, pressing his lips around her swollen clitoris and sucking it into his mouth, grazing its smooth surface with cruel strokes of his tongue as he raked his fingers along her undulating insides. She wriggled and squirmed, pressing her thighs around his face, loosing what sounded like both an amused chuckle and a lush moan.

“Keep it up, you’re so ... feisty.”

He increased his pace, drawing circles on her firm bud with his tongue, fucking her with his fingers as he sucked and kissed. The sleeping bag was roasting them, sweat dripping from his skin as they wrestled together, their body heat combined with the shuttle’s raised temperature turning the troop bay into an oven. It was wonderful, he could feel the warmth permeate his body down to his very bones, the heat inducing a kind of feverish urgency in their coupling. His skin was slick with all manner of fluids, her fur sticking to him, his heart racing as he drove her closer and closer to an inevitable climax.

She arched her back suddenly, her steely muscles tensing, rock hard even through the insulting blubber that gave her such a fertile figure. Her tunnel contracted around his fingers as powerful tremors rolled over her body, squeezing them together almost painfully as she writhed and bucked, Boyd doing his best to keep up his rhythmic licking. He took handfuls of her velutinous belly, maintaining his grip with some difficulty as she writhed in the sleeping bag, her silken passage dragging his fingers deeper inside her as her contractions attempted to milk a member that was not yet present.

The heavy cheeks of her ass rose off the deck, her wide hips finally shaking Boyd free as she reflexively fucked the air, her thick come dripping from his face to roll down his bare chest in fat globs. She shuddered a few more times, before falling back to the floor, rubbing her sodden thighs together as Boyd released his grip on the subtle tire of her stomach. Her tail uncoiled from his member, falling limp and listless, and he was afforded a moment to catch his breath and recover.

Her two hands plunged beneath the sleeping bag, catching him under the arms and pulling him out of the semi-darkness, planting him firmly between her copious breasts as she peered down at him. The seething arousal and satisfaction that was painted on her features transformed into a sly, wanton smirk as she saw what a mess she had made of him. She flipped him over onto his back, perching above him and pinning his arms against the sleeping bag, bringing down her massive head to his neck as her weighty breasts rested on his chest.

She bit him, a little harder than she had previously, his spine arching as her sharp teeth pressed into his neck to leave red marks. She pushed her feline nose against his skin, then let her long tongue flop out of her mouth, adding her viscous saliva to the profane mix of sweat and sexual juices. She was almost shivering with glee as she tasted the salt on his warm skin, her eyelids drooping as she composed herself enough to draw back, wetting her full lips in anticipation as she gazed down at him like a lion preparing to eat a gazelle.

“Humans really don’t have any sense of smell to speak of, do they?”

“What do you mean?” Boyd gasped, feeling her furry palm slide down his chest towards his erection.

“The air is full of it, you’re sweating hormones, I can taste it on your skin. You’d better take a long shower before we go anywhere we might encounter other Borealans, they’ll be able to smell me on you from a mile away, it would be like walking around with a neon sign hanging from your neck that read ‘I let Lorza come all over my face’.”

“That’s...” He winced as she traced his abs with her hooked claws, crawling her fingers inexorably downwards.

“Arousing?” Lorza suggested as she reached his member and wrapped her silky fingers around it. Boyd pushed into her palm, the delicate hairs tickling his tender glans, damp with sweat and his welling precum.

“I was going to say obscene.”

She leaned closer and sucked his ear into her mouth, catching it in her teeth and chewing softly, gripping him more firmly in her hand as he squirmed.

“It turns me on,” she whispered, “like I’m writing my name on your forehead in marker.” She pinched his ear a little harder, feeling him wriggle and giving his aching member a gentle stroke, the contrasting sensations boiling his brain in his skull. “You like it too, or you wouldn’t be this hard.”

He fumed, red-faced as she let the weight of her mammoth breasts rest on his chest, the pliant fat deforming and spreading as she murmured her obscenities in his ear. “You know, the more honest you are, the better I can make you feel. Now try to keep still, I want you to blow your load in my throat.”

His eyes lost focus and rolled back into his head as she started to slowly pump her fist, watching his expression intently as her fingers caressed his throbbing shaft. She grinned, and ducked beneath the cover of the sleeping bag, out of view as Boyd anticipated the touch of her lips around his cock. She kept him waiting for a few more seconds, keeping him on edge as she stroked and breathed warm air on him, finally relenting and pressing her soft lips against the tip of his erection. He gasped, somehow not being able to see her under there made it all the worse, as if the sensitivity of his skin had been amplified. She crawled her lips down his shaft, the smooth warmth of her inner cheeks caressing him as she went, and her long tongue lapping at his sensitive underside as it coiled its way towards the base.