Chapter 7: Booty Call

After a drive back to the colony in the APC, Ramos said goodnight to the pack and headed to his prefab, turning on the air conditioning and AG plate the moment he was through the door. Feeling the weight melt off his bones, and with the cool air blasting his face, he stripped off his work clothes and hopped into the shower.

As much as he had enjoyed bathing with the pack in their stone basin, there was nothing like cool, flow-regulated water to wash away the sweat and grime of the day. Wearing only a fluffy towel, he flopped down onto his couch, enjoying the way that his damp skin made the air current from the AC feel even cooler.

Suddenly, there was a buzz at his door, and he was jolted back to alertness. Clinging to his towel, he made his way over to it, hitting the control panel to slide it open. Before he could even ask who was there, Kozi was forcing her way past him, stumbling a little as she entered the gravity field.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed, extending her tail to help balance herself. “I will never get used to that.”

“What are you doing here so late?” Ramos asked, peering out through the open door to see the APC parked outside with its engine turned off.

“Such suspicion!” she replied in mock outrage, showing him a tablet computer that she was holding in her furry hand. “Your loyal packmate is merely returning your property. Here – you left your tablet in the APC.”

“Oh, thanks,” he muttered as he extended a hand to take the device. “You didn’t need to do that – I could have picked it up in the morning.”

“You have been using the water box,” she mused, glancing at the glass cubicle.

“It’s called a shower,” he explained. “And, yes. That’s how humans bathe when we don’t have access to a giant bath the size of my living room.”

She leaned closer, bending at the waist as she tended to do when she was being condescending, hooking a hand behind his head. Drawing him a couple of steps closer, she buried her nose in his hair, taking in a breath.

“You smell good,” she purred. “Perhaps we should bring some of these alien soaps back to the house.”

“Okay, well, I have my tablet now,” he mumbled. “Thanks for dropping it off. I’ll see you when you pick me up tomorrow?”

“You know,” she began, standing up straight as her yellow eyes lingered on his bare torso. “Rashka was very possessive of you last night. It is her right as Alpha, of course, but was I not the one who lauded human virtues in the bed chamber? It only seems fair that I should get to enjoy you also.”

“So, I’m starting to get the feeling that this isn’t about the tablet,” Ramos sighed as he set the device down on a nearby surface.

“Zhura might have placed herself beneath you in the pack,” she began, backing him into the living room. “And I hope that you will not be shy of taking your fill of her. She enjoys it, and I like to watch. But I am not like her. Rashka is at the top, and I am second, while you are third.”

“Oh?” he asked, stopping as he felt the edge of the couch against his calf. “How do you figure that?”

“Surely you do not consider yourself second to the Alpha?” Kozi chuckled, looming over him. “You might not realize how provocative that can be – openly challenging my position. It is an invitation for me to correct your misconceptions.”

“Fortunately, I’m not a card-carrying member yet.”

She placed a single padded finger against his chest and gave him a gentle push, sending him falling back onto the couch cushions. Quick as a flash, she pounced on him, gripping the headboard with her sharp claws and straddling him between her thick thighs, the leather getup that she wore creaking as she moved. Her lips came down to brush his ear, her pointed teeth giving it a gentle tug as she poured her sweet, honeyed voice into his head.

“But we can practice, can we not?” she purred as she dipped the tip of her tongue into his ear. “Play fighting, like razorback pups scrapping over a bone. Will you not play with me, little runt? Will you tell me to take my toys and go home?” Ramos arched his back as she dragged the hot, rough surface of her tongue across his throat, leaving a smear of saliva. “You smell so good – I could make a meal out of you.”

“I still have bruises from last night,” he grumbled. “The rest day thing wasn’t an excuse to get away from you.”

“Oh, poor thing,” she cooed in an exaggerated singsong voice. “Want me to kiss them better?”

Before he could protest, she had torn away his towel, sliding down to kneel at the foot of the couch. It was designed for humans, making it low enough that she still had to double over to reach him, her yellow eyes examining his exposed nethers. He did indeed have a handful of purple bruises on his hips where Rashka had pounded him into the mattress – nothing too bad, but enough that he wasn’t eager to leap into her bed chamber again just yet.

“These little things?” she giggled, leaning in to press her soft lips against his hip. She gave each bruise a gentle peck, her eyes watching his member slowly start to swell in response. “Such a fragile creature. Do not fret – I can be so, so gentle when I want to be.” He was at full mast now, Kozi letting his shaft throb against her cheek as she peered up at him, a familiar smile curling her lips. “But, if you insist that I leave, I must obey the Matriarch’s decree. What would Rashka think of me were I to force myself upon our precious charge?”

“I’m not a Rask, you know,” he grumbled. “You can’t goad me into fucking you by pissing me off.”

“Oh, I think that we are more alike than you realize,” she said as she pursed her lips and blew warm air across his glans.

She was daring him to tell her to leave, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to.

“Do you ever get bored of always getting your way?” he sighed.

“Never,” she replied with a smirk, planting a kiss on his throbbing tip. Ramos lay back into the couch cushions, accepting his fate as she slipped the tip of her tongue beneath his foreskin, polishing his tender head with its velvet-smooth flesh. She had learned his secrets during her explorations the night before, knowing where he was sensitive – where her licking and teasing would get the strongest reaction. He felt a tingle of pleasure as she lapped at the underside of his glans, drawing shapes with her tongue, doting on his exposed flesh until it shone with her saliva.

“I taught Zhura everything she knows,” Kozi said, pausing for a moment to circle his tip with a solitary finger pad. It was as soft as a marshmallow, her drool making it slide. “You can be sure that I kept a few secrets for myself, naturally. I cannot have her overtaking me.”

He watched inches of her damp tongue coil around his shaft, creeping down his length until he was all but encompassed in her slippery flesh. She drew his member into the warm confines of her mouth, sliding it against her inner cheeks, made all the tighter as she sucked. Alone in the familiar environs of his prefab, and without all the distractions of the pack, it was easier to focus on what Kozi was doing.

She wielded her tongue with all the skill and finesse that an artist wielded their brush, exerting no less control than she might over her hand, her dexterity such that she could have used it to pick a lock. She alternated between slow, leisurely strokes that dragged her soft flesh across his skin, and quick flurries that sent her agile tip dancing up and down his length. He was forced to share her mouth with her organ’s slippery, fleshy coils, wet muscle jostling and sliding against his member with its ceaseless movement. Kozi wasn’t making it any easier for him, pursing her lips, her cheeks cradling him as she nursed gently.

One of her hands roamed down to cup his balls, her delicate fur tickling him as she juggled them in her palm, her coat like exquisite mink against his skin. Slowly, she began to bob her head, taking him a little deeper each time, her lips sliding down his shaft to leave bubbling saliva in their wake. His glans rubbed against the ribs on the roof of her mouth, their texture surprising him, but they were soon replaced with her narrow throat. Any gag reflex that she might have once had was long gone, and her large lungs allowed her to hold her breath for an alarming length of time, Kozi kissing his base as she swallowed him deep into her twitching gullet. She held him there, the clinging walls of muscle squeezing and massing as they struggled to accommodate him, each gulp making them flow down his shaft in a toe-curling ripple.

When she came back up for air, she wasn’t shy about letting the glistening ropes of her saliva slough from her mouth, obscene globs and bubbles coating his skin. She used her tongue to clean her lips, going slow to ensure that he could watch, her yellow eyes flashing as she began to stroke him with her hand. The drool soaked into her fur, making her touch wonderfully damp and slippery.

“Have you changed your mind?” she asked, giving him a squeeze that made him buck into her tight fist. “Do you still want me to leave?”

“I want you to stop talking,” he replied.

She laughed excitedly as he reached down to take a handful of her blonde hair, giving it a harsh tug as he directed her back down into his lap, easing his cock past her smiling lips. He plunged into her mouth again, and this time, she allowed him to set the pace. He lifted his hips off the couch, pulling her head down with each thrust, her jaw going slack as she let him fuck her face. Her long tongue trailed out lap at his balls, smearing them with her saliva, Ramos feeling her throat tighten in response as he plunged deeper. Her feline nose brushed his belly, Kozi sealing her lips on her way back up, her long lashes fluttering as she kept her eyes locked to his all the while.

They kept up their pace for a few more minutes, but the messy, deep strokes soon had Ramos on the edge. Kozi seemed to sense it in him, abruptly stopping her movements, reminding him that he had no power over her that she didn’t give him.

“Aww, come on,” he grumbled as she wiped her slimy hand on the cushions beside him. “I don’t own this place, you know. That crazy Valbaran landlord is going to skewer me.”

“Why don’t you skewer me instead?” she purred as she began to crawl back up onto the couch.

“We need to work on your English if you’re going to be making puns,” he grumbled, hearing the frame of the couch creak worryingly as she put more of her weight on it. She was tall enough that her knees were still on the floor as her lips neared his, her hands resting to either side of his hips on the cushions. She opened her mouth as though intending to kiss him, then drew back, making him chase her.

“Perhaps you should learn some Rask if you are going to be staying in our territory,” she replied, catching his lip in her teeth and giving it a tug. “Repeat after me.”

She made a series of harsh hisses and purrs, rolling her Rs, going slowly so that he could pick out each word. He repeated it as best he could – probably butchering it, as he wasn’t sure a human could even reproduce the sounds that she made.

“I have heard worse,” she said when he was done.

“What did I say?” he asked.

“It is a Rask phrase that, when roughly translated, means I submit myself to you.”

“Well, I take it back,” he replied.

“No, you cannot,” she added with a snicker. “You can only take it back if you say it in Rask.”

“Then teach me.”

“Hmm ... no,” she purred after pretending to consider for a moment. She climbed a little higher, putting more of her weight on the couch as she prepared to straddle him, the two lurching as the frame creaked again.

“Okay, I am seriously going to get evicted if I destroy the furniture,” Ramos protested.

“I have an idea,” Kozi chimed, rising to her feet. She strode over to the control panel that managed the AG field and air conditioner, leaning in to examine the icons, tapping at them with her finger pad.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Ramos asked as he sat up.

“Do not fret – I have seen you use it. Here we go.”

Ramos felt his stomach lurch as the gravity was reduced, his body insisting that he was falling, the sensation growing as Kozi turned a virtual dial. Unsteady on her feet and holding her arms and tail out for balance, she stumbled her way back over to the couch, raising a hand to stop herself from bumping her head on the ceiling. She took off her belt, laughing to herself as she watched it float to the floor, weighed down by the large knife that was holstered to it.

“Point six,” she announced. “Now, I should only weigh about half of what I did before.”

Ramos tried to stop her as she dropped back down on top of him, letting all of her weight fall on the couch, but it barely budged this time. His cock throbbed against the crotch of her leather pants as she sat in his lap, her thighs sandwiching him, her weight pressing him into the cushions. Even with the low gravity, she must still weigh more than two hundred and fifty pounds, but it wasn’t much heavier than a stocky human.

“Is this gentle enough for you?” she asked, grinding against his cock and pressing it flat against his belly.

“You’re creative, I’ll give you that.”

“And in more ways than you realize,” she purred, reaching for the top button on her jacket collar. She began to pop them open one by one, then spread the garment to expose the white tank top that she wore beneath it. They had been working in the desert heat all day, and her tanned skin was still slick with sweat, the top clinging to her tightly enough to leave very little to the imagination. He could see her firm nipples tenting the fabric, little droplets of perspiration sliding into her cleavage. She shrugged off the jacket and let it fall to the floor behind her, the garment floating paradoxically slowly in the low gravity despite all of the leather and metal studs that decorated it.

Slowly, she raised the hem of her tank top, showing off the rows of muscle that adorned her belly. She flexed as she lifted the garment higher – probably on purpose – accentuating her abs. Rashka was built like a truck, but Kozi was leaner – more lithe and sinewy. She had the physique of an athlete or a gymnast more than a bodybuilder. Her breasts soon bounced free, wobbling gently, almost seeming to move in slow motion. Modest as they were for a Rask, his mouth started to water at the merest sight of them.

As she tried to get the top over her head, Ramos leaned in to kiss her torso, about level with her chest with her straddling him. Kozi faltered as he brushed his lips against one of her perky nipples, tracing the curve of her hips with his hands as he dropped a little lower, letting his tongue drag down towards her midriff. He could taste the salt on her dusky skin, the maddening, familiar scent of her body goading him on. When he reached the top row of her six-pack, she leaned back, bending her spine to put her belly on display in an impressive show of flexibility. She finally succeeded in freeing herself from the top, tossing it aside and peering down at him as he mouthed and kissed.

“You look as though you are lost in the desert, trying to lick the moisture from a rock,” she purred as she wriggled in his lap. He could feel those gravity-honed muscles tensing beneath his lips, growing firmer and more defined. Kozi was delightfully sensitive under all that bluster, practically flinching whenever his smooth tongue painted her skin. She hadn’t been able to enjoy him in all the ways she had wanted the night before – she had told him as much – and she was practically shivering with anticipation.

He made his way lower, mapping out her stomach, leaving a lingering kiss on each muscle as he let his tongue follow the channels that they carved into her. As much as he had reveled in the decadence of sleeping with three women, there was something to be said for focusing all of his attention on a single lover. It wasn’t an observation that he would ever have imagined himself making prior to this trip.

Planting a kiss on her hip, he began to unzip her pants. The leather was clinging to her thighs so tightly that he could easily see the outlines of her muscles beneath it, like her skin had been painted with black latex. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down to expose her fluffy tuft of blonde fur, but he couldn’t get them all the way off while she was sitting on him.

Rather than climb off him and slide off her pants, she gripped him with her thighs, rolling onto her back and dragging him along with her like a wrestler. The next thing he knew, he was lying on top of her, his face buried between the soft pillows of her breasts.

“Down you go,” she purred, placing a hand on his head and easing him lower. He slid down her long torso, giving her taut belly a few more affectionate pecks and licks, his knees hitting the floor as he slid off the end of the couch. He was kneeling between her splayed legs now, Kozi getting comfortable in the cushions as she prepared to enjoy what came next, her shifting making her pants creak and strain. She raised her legs suddenly, her impressive core strength allowing her to point her paws straight at the ceiling like a gymnast preparing for a routine, giving him an admirable view of the way that the leather garment cradled her sculpted butt. With her clawed toes brushing the low ceiling, she slipped her thumbs beneath her clothes, peeling off her pants and her underwear at the same time.

She wanted him to watch, her pace tantalizingly slow, the waistband of her shorts cutting into her soft cheeks as she exposed them. As they passed her thighs, he watched a few thin strands of her excitement join the damp fabric to her swollen lips, her loins flushed pink with anticipation. Once they were past her knees, she lowered her legs, tugging the garments the rest of the way off and tossing them to the floor behind him. Still exerting that impressive core control, she gradually lowered her legs, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together. Only when they were hovering above his head did she part them, reclining on the low couch as she gazed down at him, waiting for him to proceed.

“Come on,” she cooed, sliding a pair of furry fingers between her legs. She spread her soft, puffy lips, exposing the pink folds of her glistening vulva. “Humans eat fruit, do they not? I have something ripe and juicy for you.”

He shuffled a little closer, running his hand up her thigh, his palm gliding on the layer of sweat that still clung to her. For all the wiry, rubbery muscle that he could feel tensing beneath it, her skin was exquisitely soft and silky. Unable to resist, he brushed his cheek against it, then started to crawl his lips towards her womanhood. He paused there, breathing warm air on her swollen petals, enjoying making her wait.

“Give me what you gave Rashka,” she demanded, her voice starting to waver. “I want it too. I am just as much your Alpha as she is.”

“Seems to me that I have something you want,” he replied, glancing up at her. “Maybe something you need,” he added, covering her loins with his palm. He began to knead her swollen, throbbing clitoris with the heel of his hand, watching her entire body quiver with each lazy circle.

“Would you have me beg?” she asked, gritting her teeth.

“I dunno, that could be kind of hot.”

“Just wait until the Matriarch’s decree no longer applies,” she grumbled, bucking into his hand as he pressed down a little harder. “I will pin you down and ride your face whenever it pleases me.”

“Uh-huh,” he replied skeptically. “I’m not hearing a please.”

“You have certainly grown more confident in your short time here,” she grumbled, turning her eyes away as her cheeks warmed in embarrassment. “Annoyingly so. Fine, fine. Please. Just do not tell Zhura about this...”

He withdrew his hand, bringing his lips to hers and dragging his tongue across the velvet folds of her vulva. She was as hot as the desert sand, dripping wet, her taste kindling a fire in his belly. Kozi arched her spine off the couch as he began to lap, letting his lips trail across her tender anatomy, her thighs pressing against his cheeks. It was a little alarming – she had more than enough strength to crush his head like a melon – but she remained gentle even as he made her legs tremble.

“Like that,” she groaned, her clawed toes scraping on the metal floor as they curled. “I did not give you all of that hands-on instruction solely for Rashka’s benefit, you know. I intend to make good use of you, little runt.”

She swallowed her words as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth, drawing out the firm bud and letting the flat of his tongue rest against it, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat. He made her wait for a moment, hearing her suck in a gasp and hold it, then he gave her a doting lick that made her flinch. Embracing her loins as he would a lover, he made it his mission to please her, coating every delicate crease with his saliva. She was right about one thing – he was getting good at it, the toned, athletic body that he had so admired dancing on the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t a gesture of submission – rather, he wanted her on the defensive for once.

“I am going to be paying Xeema’s bar tab for ten winters,” she grumbled, rolling her hips as though desperate for more stimulation. “I have not had this much fun since I first discovered Zhura’s submissive streak.”

Still nursing at her aching bud, he brought a hand to bear, wetting his fingertips with her flowing juices and playing them across her satin flesh. His touch was as light as a feather, but she reacted so strongly, shivering as he drew a circle around her twitching opening with a single slippery digit. Without claws, there was no danger of hurting her, Ramos plunging two digits up to the knuckle. She let out a feline growl as her depths clenched, squeezing his fingers together tightly, walls of toned muscle softer and more opulent than the finest satin adhering to his every contour. He could feel her inner textures sliding against his skin as she flexed and twitched, every wrinkle stroking him, glazing him in that abundant fluid.

“I am starting to think that clawless should no longer be an insult,” she groaned. “I might have half a mind to file down a claw so that I could do this myself if I did not have you at my beck and call.”

He gave her needy clitoris another lash with his tongue, starting to slide his fingers inside her, curling them against the roof of her tunnel as he had done for Rashka. Just like her Alpha, Kozi reacted strongly, taking in a ragged gasp as she doubled over. The muscles in her belly flexed beautifully as she sat up, hanging her head, watching him with lust-filled eyes. Fighting against her tight passage, he massaged her from within, her hips rolling of their own accord with each stroke of his fingers. He kept up his licking, too, kissing and mouthing as obscene ropes of her love dripped from his chin.

“Do not stop,” she growled, placing a hand on his head to keep him close. “If you stop, so help me, no decree will stop me from rutting you through this couch.”

He laughed into her loins, the vibrations tickling her. She threw her head back, collapsing to the couch again, writhing on the cushions as he pushed her higher and higher. Ramos never grew tired of watching her move, her athletic frame twisting and flexing, fresh beads of sweat shining like a dusting of tiny stars as they welled on her bronze skin. Even with his lips locked to hers, he could see her abs growing more prominent, flexing in rhythm with his strokes. Her perky breasts bounced and quivered, her tail batting against his thighs as it waved back and forth, her teeth exposed in a desperate snarl. Her passage wrung his fingers, tugging and sucking, every wave of muscle making his heart leap as he imagined plunging something far more sensitive into her welcoming embrace.

“Faster,” she hissed, half an order and half a comely plea. “Sands, I need it.”

He began to pump his fingers, polishing her bud with his tongue, feeling her pleasure mount as her walls clamped down on him. Kozi cupped one of her breasts in her hand, kneading it as she bucked against his face, each labored breath joined by an amorous moan.

It didn’t take much to get her the rest of the way, a resonating growl emanating from her as she climaxed, all of that brawn hardening as the first wave of ecstasy burned through her body. Ramos kept up his licking for as long as he dared, but he had to pull back as she lifted her hips from the couch, one fuzzy hand rushing down to tease out more pleasure with a fleshy paw pad. Trying to get her to relinquish her hold on his fingers was like pulling a sword from a stone, her inner muscles gripping him fiercely, pulsating with each surge of pleasure.

He knelt on the floor, watching as her lithe frame fucked the air, her finger rubbing furiously to eke out every last aftershock that she could glean. Her gasping and thrusting gradually subsided, and she sank back to the couch like a deflating balloon, the fur of her fingers soaked with her slimy juices. Her ample breasts rose and fell as she caught her breath, her body misted with exertion, Ramos wiping some of her fluids from his lips as he admired her. After a moment, he crawled up onto the couch to lie beside her, trailing his fingers up her stomach to make her shiver and purr.

Draping an arm over her torso, he pushed his face into the nape of her neck, giving her a bite harder than any he’d dare give a human lover. Kozi stirred, another tremor teasing her as he mouthed at her throat.

“I hope you realize that you will be doing this every day until your jaw aches,” she said with a drunken laugh, her afterglow leaving her intoxicated. She rolled a little closer to him, Ramos having to lift his head to meet her grateful kiss, the taste of her own nectar on his lips seeming to excite her. That agile tongue probed his mouth, slow and placating.

“Feeling better?” he asked when she broke off.

“If you are asking whether I am sated, the answer is no,” she replied as she trailed her claws lightly down his belly. He flinched as she brushed his cock, giving it a stroke. “You are certainly not.”

“I didn’t realize that was part of the equation.”

“Nonsense,” she added, feigning outrage. “We must take good care of our subordinates and see that their needs are met.”

“Oh, is that what I am?” he scoffed. “You seem to be the one wiped out on the couch, not me.”

“That can change very quickly,” she purred, sitting up on the cushions. She took his hand and hauled him upright, the light gravity making it an even easier prospect for her.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed as she lifted him off the floor, tucking him under her arm like a briefcase.

“Let us break in that sad little bed of yours,” she declared, striding across the tiny prefab. When she reached it, she tossed him, Ramos hanging in the air for a moment before falling to the mattress.

“I’m perfectly capable of walking across my own apartment,” he complained as he struggled to right himself, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I like to remind you how small you are,” Kozi replied with a grin. “How easily I can toss you around,” she added, taking a step closer. “How you are my favorite little runt.”

She leaned down, her tail flicking back and forth behind her as she slid her furry fingers around his neck. He gasped as she tugged him closer, keeping just enough distance that he had to strain to meet her kiss, her grip closing off his throat even as the tip of her winding tongue probed it. Her embrace was no longer grateful or placating – it was ravenous, aggressive, laden with her intent to dominate. As her lips met his and her organ explored every inch of his mouth, her grip loosened, and her pace gradually grew more affectionate. Sparks fizzled in his skull, her loving attentions making him shiver as she leaned him back onto the bed, her hand moving from his neck to his face. Her tongue coiled around his own, gently painting his inner cheeks, the soft moans and sighs that she let slip designed to titillate.

“Rashka can sometimes appear detached,” she said, stroking his burning cheek with a padded thumb as she whispered to him. “One moment, she seems as cold as winter ice. The next, her love comes as hot and as fast as a railgun slug. You have the marks to prove it,” she added with a sultry laugh, pressing down on one of his bruises just hard enough to make him wince. “I am neither hot nor cold,” she continued, pausing to plant a loving kiss on his shoulder. “My love is warm and comfortable. I want to make you adore me the way that Zhura does. I want to drown you in pleasure until submission comes as easily as a thought, and just the sound of my voice is enough to drop you to your knees.”

“I thought you could just ... overpower me?” he asked, sighing as she let her teeth prick his neck.

“Oh, I certainly could,” she chuckled. “Very easily. I could pin you to the ground,” she continued, sliding her hand around his neck again as she pressed him against the mattress to demonstrate. “I could wring every drop of seed from you until the pleasure left you numb – and I may yet do so for the fun of it alone – but true mastery over you requires adoration. I want you to love me the way I love Rashka – to give yourself to me not out of fear or obligation, but because it is your deepest and most sincere desire.”