Chapter 20: Morning Glory

Steven woke from a beautiful dream feeling good. Too good...

The flock was still asleep, surrounding him in their nest of pillows and sheets, partially buried in blankets. The lights were off in the windowless bedroom, and it was dim, but some sunlight was filtering in through the open archway that served as its door. He could hear the sound of steady breathing, a few of the Valbarans gently stirring around him as they slept.

He lurched, lifting the sheets that had been draped over him sometime during the night and glancing down to see Tilli nestled between his legs. She had his cock in her hand and was examining it intently, stroking it softly, the pleasant sensation that he’d been feeling now explained.

“T-Tilli?” he whispered, trying not to wake the others. “What the ... what time is it?”

“Early,” she whispered in reply. “I like it in the mornings.”

Without missing a beat, she slid his member into her mouth, Steven stifling a groan as he felt her tongue start to explore him. She cradled his balls in her hand, running her fingers across his skin, employing all the tricks that she had observed the night before.

She was clumsy, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable, the little alien coating his shaft with her saliva and tracing his pulsing veins with her fingers like she was planning on writing a thesis about human anatomy.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath. He leaned back into the pillows and let the blanket fall over Tilli, creating a small lump beneath it that shifted and moved, the muffled sounds of licking and sucking emanating from below. Not only did he have to keep quiet to avoid waking the rest of the flock, but he had to keep still, too. It was a challenge when Tilli’s lips were pursed around his glans.

She wrapped one of her sheaths around his length, the coils of the scaly, muscular appendage encompassing him. It was cool and smooth, slick with her bubbling drool, the muscles flowing beneath those delicate scales like a liquid as it squeezed and tightened. The control that they could exert over their sheaths never ceased to surprise him, the prehensile appendage slithering around his shaft like a snake. With the tube of flesh constricting him, she sucked at his head, sliding her tongue under his foreskin and teasing him ruthlessly. He flinched as her soft feathers tickled his sack – she must have remembered seeing Mima do it – her doting attentions captivating him.

The Valbarans had so many tools at their disposal. Hands, fingers, sheaths, lips, tongues, feathers – it was impossible to know which one she would employ next. He felt the delicate vanes of her plumage caress his tip as the warmth of her mouth left it, her sheath tightening around his base to make him swell and throb. It was soon replaced with her darting tongue, playing across his damp glans and licking its sensitive underside, Tilli gently squeezing his balls in her hand.

“I take it that Tilli is awake?” he heard someone chuckle, turning to see Mima peering at him with her violet eyes. She lay her feathery head on his chest, reaching down to lift the sheets. “Good morning,” she chimed.

“Does she ... usually do this?” Steven whispered, grimacing as Tilli dragged her tongue from his base to his tip.

“She’s always been more of a morning person,” Mima replied. “Listen, last night was amazing,” she continued as she traced a circle on his belly with her claw. It was a challenge to focus on what she was saying with his glans rubbing against the textured roof of Tilli’s mouth. “I’m looking forward to seeing where today takes us.”

“What are you two talking about?” Ezi asked, opening her jaws wide in a yawn as she sat up beside him. She rubbed her eyes, then glanced at the lump that was nestled between his legs. “Oh, Tilli’s having her turn?”

Mima pressed closer, lifting herself a little higher so that she could pull his head into her fluffy bosom, stroking his hair affectionately as Tilli’s tongue played across his loins. It was impossible not to become a soup of happy chemicals with those plump, feathery breasts resting against his face. Mima always smelled great – whatever perfumes and soaps she used to treat her feathers seeping into his brain, conditioning him to associate her flowery scent with warmth and comfort.

Tilli was apparently eager to take things further, the little lump moving around as she climbed higher, lifting herself upright. The sheets tented over her as she straddled him, spreading her legs wide and letting his pulsing cock rest against her soft belly, glancing down as though she was trying to imagine how far inside her it would reach. It was a couple of inches past her navel. Tilli was a little smaller than her sisters, so quiet and easily overlooked when compared to Ezi’s bold advances or Mima’s measured seduction, but she knew what she wanted.

She lifted herself a little higher, placing a hand on his shaft to angle him towards her, squishing his tip against her pillowy lips. They spread, the soaking wet flesh of her vulva kissing him. Tilli wasted no time pressing him inside her, the tight fit pulling back his skin to expose him to the maddening folds and textures of her clinging passage. He could feel every wrinkle graze his shaft as she struggled to take him deeper, gliding on her slippery fluids, the resistance of her innermost muscles making him feel like he was making an opening more than stretching one open.

“God damn,” he grunted, Mima giggling at his expression.

“She may be a little small for you,” Mima cooed, watching as Tilli struggled.

Steven was scarcely halfway inside her, and he could already feel himself bottoming out, the depths of her passage tenting over his glans just like the blanket was tenting over her shoulders. Even as stretchy and elastic as her loins were, there just wasn’t room, and they couldn’t fit together. Tilli hung her head, shivering as he squashed her clitoris, the following flex of her muscles making him see stars. It felt like her body was trying to push him out of her, or perhaps crush him between those narrow walls, the slick membranes pressing around him as though trying to take a mold of his every contour.

Unable to ride him or hilt him as her flockmates had, Tilli elected to lean forward, pressing her light frame tightly against his. He was large enough in comparison to her that she could simply lie down on his belly like his torso was a couch, her snout scarcely reaching his chest. Her soft breasts compressed against him, the blanket falling over her such that only her nose was peeking out from under it, her eyes gazing up at him expectantly from within its shadow.

He immediately intuited what she was trying to do, reaching down with one hand to cup her ass, once again marveling at how plush and springy it was. There was something about the way Valbarans were built, with muscle like firm rubber and fat as soft as melting butter, all wrapped up in a taut film of silky scales. It was impossible to keep his hands off them for any length of time.

Slowly, he began to lift his hips, thrusting into her. While he couldn’t get more than about half of his length inside her, and her clenching walls made even that a struggle, he was still able to find a comfortable pace that suited them both. In this position, there was no danger of him hurting her, Tilli’s warm breath blowing across his chest as she became more and more taken with the new sensations.

Her loins sucked on him greedily, like he was being vacuum-packed in twitching, squeezing flesh. The suction made it a challenge to pull out, but when he did, all of those delicate creases and tiny imperfections stroked along his length. The feeling was luxuriant, Tilli straddling the line of what her body could handle, pushing back against him to drive him deeper. Like her flockmates, she seemed to crave the stimulation, her body stiffening each time his cock brushed that sensitive little bud.

More of the flock was waking now, the gasping and soft moans impossible to suppress, Ipal and Paza watching from the sidelines as Tilli writhed atop him. Yemi was nearby, still groggy, his pink feathers impossible to ignore. Keeping one hand firmly full of ass, Steven rested the other in the small of her back to keep her close, his sweat blending with the moisture on her scales to make their contact slippery.

“I didn’t think she was going to fit,” Paza muttered as she lounged in the pillows.

“She’s like a fucking thumbscrew,” Steven grunted, arching his back and lifting Tilli with him as she squeezed. “I can’t keep this up for much longer.”

“So much for all that stamina,” Ezi giggled. “It’s kind of fun seeing you on the back foot, Steven.”

“I don’t think this is a stamina issue as much as Tilli being built like a mouse trap,” he grumbled, bucking into her and making her feathers flicker beneath the sheet. “Feels like she’s trying to pull it off at the root.”

“Hear that, Tilli?” Ipal snickered with a flush of pink. “He says that you’re good at ensnaring cute little mammals.”

Tilli didn’t last much longer, her insides closing around him fiercely like they were trying to snap shut despite him, her velvet-soft flesh compressing against his shaft as the first wave of bliss crashed over her. She let out an adorable, stifled trill, covering her snout with her hands as she began to shake inside the warm confines of her blanket. Steven could feel every little twitch and flutter of her muscles, kneading and caressing him like the massaging water jets on some fancy jacuzzi, that relentless milking motion soon dragging him along for the ride.

With Tilli, there was no holding back – no deciding when it was time to finish. He had no say in the matter, her wrenching insides forcibly drawing out his orgasm, the sensation of being made to come so quickly and harshly leaving him dazed on the mattress. Even as he lay there, his mouth open in a voiceless cry, she kept wringing him with tremors and clenches. Thick, milky seed practically jetted out of her as he filled her with a single rope, seeping down to pool on his belly. She wouldn’t keep still, rolling her hips to eke out every last pang of ecstasy that she could, what felt like a tight fist gloved in satin clutching the top half of his cock.

Snarling like a beast, he gripped her ample rear in both hands, giving her a few more mind-melting thrusts as she shivered and chirped on his belly. There was something primal in him that demanded it, as though some primitive corner of his brain still believed that the gelatinous, oozing mess he was fucking into her tight reaches might still bear fruit.

“Well, look at you two,” Mima purred as her eyes wandered across their heaving bodies. “I’m glad to see you getting along so well...”

“Tilli finished him off faster than even Paza did,” Ipal said as she shot her flockmate a smirk.

“If I had wanted it to pass more quickly, it would have,” Paza protested with a flicker of red that failed to overpower the pink in her plumage. “He lasted only as long as my satisfaction required.”

“Maybe you should prove it,” Ipal added, turning her eyes on Steven. “See how fast you can make him finish next time.”

Steven was focused on Tilli, stroking her head affectionately as she sagged into his embrace, her half-lidded eyes filled with contentment that was reflected in her emerald plumage.

“Hell of a start to do the day,” he sighed.

“It’s a more pleasant way to wake up than an alarm,” Ipal replied, giving him a pat on the chest as she rose to her feet. She stretched, the morning sunlight spilling through the door, illuminating her shining scales as she lifted her arms above her head. He couldn’t help but pause to admire the way that the golden glow shone through the gap in her thighs.

“We should make some breakfast,” Mima added, starting to crawl out of their nest. She extended a hand to Yemi, helping the flustered male to his feet. “You boys need to keep up your strength.”

“You’ll need it,” Ezi trilled.

It was surreal just hanging out in the house after what had transpired the night before. They were all the same people, but also a little different, having come to know each other in more intimate ways. The Valbarans had been his coworkers, then his friends, but this was the first time that he really felt like he was truly a part of the flock. There was an ease to their interactions now, like lounging around in the nude was the most normal thing in the world. It wasn’t like anyone was going to get cold in the muggy environment, and the only clothing they’d brought with them were their business suits – not the best attire for sexual exploration.

Steven paused by the bedroom door for a moment to admire the sight. The flock had flopped down onto the couch, their bodies on display, their scales shining with moisture in the humid air and warm sunlight that bled in through the round windows. Yemi was with them, sandwiched between Ipal and Ezi, looking a lot less unsure of himself now that the ice had been thoroughly broken. They were so comfortable around each other, and around Steven, the need for shame or pretense far behind them now. Flashes of their encounters the night before played back in his mind – his hands wandering across those same smooth scales, their athletic bodies writhing against his own, the taste of their kisses. He still felt a little giddy, the afterglow from Tilli’s impromptu session lingering.

They were watching the holographic display – Tilli, Ipal, and Ezi clustered closer together while Paza reclined on the cushions nearby. It appeared that they were introducing a very confused Yemi to the detective show. They made no attempt to preserve their modesty, but it was nothing he hadn’t seen – or tasted – the night prior. Once again, he remarked at how comfortable they were around each other, the bond that they shared more akin to lovers than friends. Steven was wearing only a pair of shorts, feeling the soft carpeting beneath his feet as he made his way over to the kitchen to see what Mima was doing.

The fluffy Valbaran was hard at work making their breakfast, leaning over the low countertop as she mixed a pasty substance in a bowl. He faltered at the archway, seeing that she was wearing nothing but a tiny apron. The garment covered her chest and thighs, looping around her neck and tying around her hourglass waist with a neat little ribbon, her feathery back on display. His eyes were inexorably drawn to the base of her thick tail, the appendage only accentuating her curves, the way that it hung down over her butt concealing much of it from view. She’d only have to swing it to the side, and her cheeks would be on full display. The memory of how they had felt filling his hands was still fresh.

“Steven,” she chimed, giving him a sly glance over her shoulder. “I didn’t hear you come in. I’m making your favorite – fruit and nut snack bars. Do you remember?”

“I remember,” he replied. “You want some help?”

She gave him an affirmative flutter, and he moved up behind her, reaching around her with his far longer arms. Mima was mixing the dough in a bowl, kneading it with her bare hands, a few smaller containers filled with dried fruits and nuts waiting nearby. He joined her, plunging his fingers into the gooey, sticky substance as he helped her mix it.

“Do you remember when we kissed here?” she asked, her telltale flutter of pink feathers tickling his nose. “Our hands were all sticky with batter, and I was wearing this same apron. I lifted my head, and you stroked my neck, then you pressed close and touched your lips to mine in that strange way Earth’nay do.”

“I remember,” he repeated, drawing a little nearer to her. He could feel the downy feathers of her tail brushing against the fabric of his shorts. Still covered in the gooey dough, Mima paused her work, taking one of his hands in hers. She held it, tracing the lines of his palm with her thumb, the pleasant sensation making him shiver.

“I was so fascinated by your hands,” she continued, placing her palm against his as though comparing their sizes. “I must say – I came to know them far more intimately last night.”

“Do you have any idea how good you look just wearing this?” he asked, reaching down to tug gently at the ribbon.

“I suppose it covers just enough of me to be enticing,” she purred, lifting her head to look back at him. “I’m curious,” she continued in her familiar, sly tone. “You seemed to pull back after that kiss, as though you wanted to take things further but couldn’t.”

“You noticed that?” he asked, still captivated as she trailed her claws across his hand.

“It was hard not to. What might you have done if we shared the relationship that we do now, I wonder?”

“Probably something like this,” he replied, catching her in his arms. She flushed yellow, then pink, leaning into his embrace. The fluffy feathers of her back and shoulders pressed into his chest, an excited trill emanating from her as she brushed the growing bulge beneath his shorts with her tail.

“You don’t need much encouragement, do you?” she cooed.

“The tastiest thing in this kitchen right now is you,” he said, her shoulders shaking as she giggled. “We didn’t get to go all the way last night.”

“Maybe I was waiting for an opportunity to get you alone for a while so that I could really enjoy you. Do you have enough stamina left for me after Tilli had her fill?”

He slid a hand beneath her apron, giving the soft paunch of her belly a squeeze, the Valbaran wriggling in his grasp.

“Damn it,” she gasped, arching her spine as he slowly moved up her torso. “You’re incorrigible, aren’t you? You couldn’t leave my tummy alone last night, either. I know, I know – I’m touchable.”

Mima glanced down breathlessly, watching the lump beneath her apron rise, Steven cupping one of her breasts. She sucked in a sharp breath, squirming again, pushing out her butt. His erection pressed into her cheek, as soft as a down pillow, the little alien grinding on him as he squeezed her bosom. Its texture was hardly any different from the fresh dough in the bowl in front of them, melting between his fingers, the gunk that still coated his hands matting her coat.

“Steven, you’re getting me all dirty,” she whined in mock annoyance. “I’m going to have to wash all this off.”

“You’re all going to need a bath before you go home anyway,” he replied, making her plumage flush pink as he circled her nipple with his fingertip. “Do you do that together, too?”

“In that case, let’s make an awful mess,” she purred as she leaned forward. He released her, and she rested her sticky hands on the edge of the counter, arching her spine as she pushed her butt into his groin. Using her tail as deftly as she had her sheaths, she hooked its feathery tip around his waistband and pulled down his shorts, those velvet-soft feathers caressing his shaft as she freed him.

She moved her tail out of his way, presenting her rear, its perfect peach shape and enticing fullness even easier to appreciate in the morning light. She was barely scraping four and a half feet, but her generous assets would fill out the average human woman’s clothing easily enough. Steven lay a hand on her back, slowly sliding it down her spine, leaving a few clumps of wet dough as he went. Mima reached back to unfasten her apron, but he brushed her hand away.

“No. Leave it on.”

“If you say so,” she purred, returning her hand to the kitchen counter and giving him a wiggle of invitation. Using her tail, she spread one of her cheeks, a shining slit of pink catching the light. Her lips parted along with it, exposing a glimpse of her rosy folds, the way that her silken flesh stretched open lighting a fire in him. Sandwiching his cock between her cheeks like a hotdog in a bun, he gripped her hips in his hands, giving her a few teasing thrusts that made his glans brush the underside of her tail. She lifted it out of his way, the motion seeming to embarrass her, her eyes fluttering.

“Well, look at you,” Ipal called from the living room. The flock were leaning forward in their seats to watch, the scene apparently more interesting than their show. “I never thought I’d see Mima lifting her tail for a boy.”

“And to think, she’s usually so dignified,” Ezi giggled.

“Oh, hush,” Mima grumbled as she flashed red and pink. “You’re ones to talk.”

“Hey, when’s breakfast?” Ipal added.

“I think she’s satisfying a different kind of hunger right now,” Paza said. “She’s been patient – let her eat her fill.”

“Poor choice of words,” Ezi snickered.

Steven gripped Mima by the hips, lifting her a little higher, making her stand on her toes so that he could reach. It was his turn to spread her open now, sinking a hand into her cheek and pulling it aside, then sliding his member lower. He felt the warmth of her loins greet him, slick and ready, her winking opening stretching around his glans as he pushed forward. Mima braced herself against the counter, her spine straightening as she felt herself expand around him, sucking in a sharp breath.