Gabatrix: the Batrice Crisis
Copyright© 2025 by CMed TheUniverseofCMed
Chapter 3: Talks, Negotiation, and Work Part 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Talks, Negotiation, and Work Part 1 - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Last Tank, resentment in the UWA grows in the colony of Batrice, one of the most essential worlds of the human race. Anger, confusion, and misinformation have reached an all-time high. A 24th-century Civil War is all but inevitable. It will be up to Shira, Javier, Stone, and the countless characters of past stories to find a solution before the UWA falls apart. Story Includes: Human/Anthro, M/F, M/FF, War, Sex, Action, Drama, Pregnant, Birth, Scalie, Alien
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Robot Space Furry Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Size
Several hours had passed...
In space, far from Martian orbit, lay the Lifen and the Rampage. Reconnected with the habitation ring, the box-like transport was longer, carrying an engine and power module. The ring would spin, where the crew resided in their off hours.
In parallel formation, not far from the Lifen was the rather peculiar Rampage. The battleship was slightly smaller than the Lifen and its combined habitation module. Its cylindrical hull was a dramatic alteration of an old, former Earth battleship, while still carrying an aesthetic appeal. Much of its interior had been gutted and altered during its final construction. Its dorsal bow carried a makeshift hangar bay door assembly, while the bottom ventral bow carried a forward-mounted railgun. The ship also carried a powerful planetary flak battery on its dorsal front above the forward-mounted vectoring thrusters. The mid-section consisted of four triple 16-inch gun turrets supposedly ripped off from the ancient US battleships, along with four smaller 5-inch turrets from other ancient sea-faring vessels. These ancient weapons were primarily mounted to the starboard side, while the other side carried powerful vectoring thrusters to counter the lack of recoil mitigation generated when firing them. Behind the guns was the spinning centripetal ring, power module, storage containers, and the rear engine.
In the center front side of the Rampage, it was decorated with the blue and white Earth flag, along with a Black and white skull and crossbones flag underneath it. Scar marks from small nuclear explosions, hard blasts, and sealed puncture holes lined the hull. The second triple gun turret had taken considerable damage, resulting in a kinked barrel in the center. One of the ventral storage containers had been missing and blown completely off its latch support. A portion of the centripetal ring had been blasted. The hard scar marks also gave sizeable portions of the gray hull a blackened color.
Inside the Lifen’s rotating ring, Mizu sat inside his assigned enclosed crew quarters, the canceled shore leave being little more than a distant memory. The interior of the room was adequate, with the induced gravity from the habitation ring pressing down on the individuals. Two baby cribs had been established and mounted to the side walls next to one of the alcove beds. The other furniture had also been mounted on the deck, including the chairs. Jenta sat next to Li’lo, overlooking the table’s projector. Both had been dressed in simple white and brown gowns with straps connecting over their scaly shoulders. Mizu was dressed in his blue shirt and camouflaged green and blue pants and socks, looking at the data displayed on his tablet.
“Ouch...,” Li’lo reacted in a hint of pain.
“Are you alright?” Ifra asked her.
“Yes, I’m alright, Ambassador,” she made a few clicks in her voice. “Not used to feeding a baby...”
Li’lo was holding onto Ben’dre. The infant’s protruding beak was trying to suckle upon her right exposed breast. However, the baby’s sharp teeth would occasionally clench against the nipple, pinching it in a desire to suckle milk from his stepmother. Jenta, standing not far from Li’lo, would use one hand to graze and pet her son, trying to prompt a response from a baby that wouldn’t induce pain.
On the communication feed was another Yutilian woman. Ambassador Ifra was a character with whom Mizu was all too familiar. She wore a lavish, white and tan dress that flowed down her green, feathery arm. The top of the woman’s head was adorned with a set of white feathers, extending along her arms and tail. Both Li’lo and Jenta had been good friends and fellow aides to the Ambassador. It was difficult to tell on the live feed and its angle, but Mizu could briefly see the brown background. Ifra was in the mid-stages of her pregnancy.
“You are feeding Ben’dre?” Ifra asked her.
“Yes, Ambassador,” Li’lo replied. “It isn’t easy.”
“I understand, Li’lo.” A smile could be seen on Ifra’s snout. “Fo’mil are not easy to nurture. Our people have changed so much...”
“Lady Ambassador. Do you hold any updates with Batrice?”
Ifra shook her head, causing her feathers to lower. “Kane and I have long been expelled from Batrice. The last of the T’rintar clan people and their mates have been evacuated and moved to other worlds. We tried to reach out to Batrice one last time after they rebelled from the UWA, but our calls are unanswered.”
“They do not wish to talk?”
“Why would they?” Mizu remarked. “They got what they wanted...”
Ifra paused and looked at Li’lo. “There is nothing more we can do. I have petitioned the T’rintar clan to remain steadfast with the UWA despite the recent events from Batrice. I can promise that our alliance with humanity will remain regardless.”
“And Mizu’s family?”
Ifra shook her head. “I have no update since four months ago, after our failed attempt to see them.”
“You mean after they tried to kill you?” Mizu questioned her.
“Peace is always important, worthy of sacrifice. However, I knew even by then that Batrice would not want to see me and Kane anymore after the bombing at Fort Batrice. We were safe before they even said no to us.”
“Where is Kane?” Li’lo asked.
“He’s busy handling calls with Mars and the Batrician refugees that are leaving the planet. He mentioned that transports are being ferried to Mars, carrying those who don’t wish to live on Batrice after the recent secession.”
“At least Batrice is allowing the people to leave,” Jenta stated.
“Hmmm...,” Mizu remarked, unsure of what to think.
“I will...” Ifra seemed to hesitate. “ ... Give Shira the information she requests. I don’t know if this will help her in any way, but I have submitted the reports to you so she can look into them.”
“Thank you, Lady Ambassador,” Li’lo replied, almost bowing her head to her.
“No, Lady Li’lo,” Ifra told her. “You don’t need to look at me as your overseer. Without Mizu to uncover the secrets, we would not have known that Batrice’s goal was to eliminate me, my mate, and our alliance together. I owe him a great debt, one that is passed on to you. You and Jenta have long left my service and remain as good friends.”
Li’lo gave her quick nods. “Thank you, Lady ... ow...,” She slightly winced, feeling the baby bite down hard upon her.
Ifra did a solemn nod. “I’ll leave you be, Li’lo, Jenta, and Mizu. If Shira needs any further help, contact me. I will do what I can to help you.”
“Thank you, Lady Ifra,” Jenta said, giving a smile from her beak-like snout.
The Ambassador ended the call, causing the display to go dark. Mizu continued to look at the data projected on the tablet, reading the information that continued to flood in.
“Ow ... oww ... owie,” Li’lo finally had to pull the baby from her breast. Jenta was quick to retrieve the bundled infant and take Ben’dre to her flattened chest. Li’lo, on the other hand, winced and cupped her right breast. She stood up, letting her stomach press against the thin fabric of her nightgown.
“I’m sorry that Bendre hurts you,” Jenta told her, standing up as well. She walked over to the other bed and began to pull out a small can of food. Inside, it was hard, ground green pellets. The feathery Itrean sat down and began to put several of the dry pieces in her beak to begin chewing.
“It’s alright,” Li’lo said, tapping her breast to ward away the pain. “It feels good to feed him when he doesn’t bite.” The pregnant Itrean walked around and put her scaly hands on Mizu’s shoulder.
“Mate,” she addressed him. “Are you alright?”
“You keep asking me that,” Mizu replied, the hint of frustration could be heard in his voice. “ ... I’m fine...”
“No, you’re not...” Li’lo’s nostrils flared. “I know what the problem is...”
Mizu sighed and put the tablet on the table. “I haven’t heard anything from those transports, yet. My family would be on one of them, but so far, nothing...”
“Have you tried to contact Batrice, yet?”
“Too many times to count. Every week I put it in and it’s as it was before ... just nothing ... It’s almost like they never existed...”
“What about now?”
“I haven’t, yet. A part of me wonders if everything going on now will make a difference or not. One part says for me to do it, the other part says that I shouldn’t.”
Mizu leaned back on his chair as Li’lo stepped in front and sat down on his lap, pressing her pregnant stomach onto his chest. Her tail leaned down before she put her hands on his shoulders. She could see that the man had been placed in a degraded mood.
“I know...,” Li’lo told him, gazing into him. “I know that everything else is just a distraction ... I wish that our shore leave was longer, but I know it was only putting those thoughts away.”
“I miss them, Li’lo. I just want them to be alright. If Baxton or any of them hurt them, I’ll...”
“No...,” Li’lo told him. She shook her head. “Just no...”
She was trying to discourage that form of negative thinking. The reptilian woman would brush the man’s hair. It caused Mizu to finally wrap his hands around her nightgown.
“Maybe you’ll be able to see your family once again...,” She told him. “They wouldn’t want to stay there, right?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “With Batrice abandoning the UWA, there should be more transports. The people wouldn’t be that stupid to live there after what ... what they tried to do ... assuming it was ever exposed...”
There was a cough in the background. Mizu and Li’lo looked over to see Jenta’s beak-like snout was open. Mizu couldn’t see it directly, but Ben’dre’s beak was open, her mother’s mouth pressed directly over it. She was attempting to vomit the food that she had chewed into the baby’s mouth. Ben’dre seemed more than receptive, accepting the food with ease, but Jenta could only maintain the process for so long before she pulled her mouth away. The look of discomfort could be seen on her face, causing her to cringe, briefly scrunching up her feathers, and shake her head lightly.
“You alright, Jenta?” Mizu asked her.
“Hurts...,” Jenta replied.
“Remember what Iz’tre tried to teach you,” Li’lo told her. “Relax your throat. It’s causing too much stomach acid to hit it when you try to feed him. It’s a common mistake for Fo’mil mothers...”
“Difficult ... I feel like I have to force the food out..., but I will try.”
Mizu was still trying to adjust to being a father, as well as the fact that the two mothers were not human. Jenta, being the closest to the Velociraptor ancestors, was essentially acting like a bird feeding her chick. No doubt that Aksren Fo’mil probably had a similar concept as well. It was long before the Itreans continued to evolve away from this ancient practice.
“Well, I can see why your people got away from that,” Mizu remarked.
“Maybe you can try,” Jenta told him, gesturing to their son.
“If you have a hard time vomiting, you know I would really have a hard time doing it.”
Jenta seemed to smile at him the moment he said that.
“What?” he asked.
She paused for a moment. “ ... There is a practice that Fo’mil. They have ... ceremonies where mated couples will share the foods they eat to each other.”
“It’s called ‘Kodre’twiq,’ right?” Li’lo asked.
“Yes,” Jenta replied. “In the human language, Mizu would call it ‘Love Food Passing.’”
“You mean vomiting into each other’s throats?” Mizu asked.
“Yes...”
The man sighed. “ ... I think I’d pass on that. Sorry, Jenta, but I don’t think you would find that too comforting on both our parts. Besides, you’re not exactly an expert at it either.”
Jenta looked and gently shook the bundled infant, happily cradling her hatchling. She could see that Ben’dre’s eyes were starting to drift close.
“I’m happy that we have a Gersin onboard,” Jenta replied.
“Me too,” Li’lo added.
The Itrean woman could see that the man’s thoughts were gravely distracted. No doubt, his feelings on the recent current of events were enough to put him in a sour mood. He was trying to be happy for the two of them, but it wasn’t enough. Li’lo felt nothing but sympathy. She took Mizu’s hand and pressed it to her extended stomach, before looking back towards Mizu. It caused the man to relax.
“Not much longer,” she told him.
“Yeah...,” Mizu replied.
“Be happy, Mizu. I know it isn’t easy for you, but I know your family is alright.”
“ ... Yeah...”
Li’lo got off the man. Her clawed fingers began to lift the straps off her nightgown. They were so loose-fitting that they slipped off, causing the entire piece of clothing to fall off. The man could see her full nudity in view.
Li’lo’s nakedness was a stark contrast to Jenta’s feathery frame. She had a tan-colored section that was somewhat more human-like along her neck, chest, stomach, and lower extremities when compared to the green scales of her arms, legs, and tail. Her small breasts consisted of dark brown colored nipples, but due to her pregnancy, her chest had grown a little bit longer, engorged with milk. However, her pregnant stomach was extended as far as it could, being little more than a small basketball. Below her stomach was her hairless vaginal slit.
She kneeled down on her digitigrade legs and reached toward Mizu’s pants. The man didn’t seem enthusiastic. He reached forward and slowly pushed her clawed fingers away.
“I ... I’m not exactly in the mood,” Mizu remarked.
“Let us mate,” Li’lo told him.
“I don’t know...”
“I want to ... I want to make you happy. Let me pleasure you.”
A part of Mizu wasn’t necessarily against the idea. He could feel the desire to do so. There was plenty of time before having to take up duty, but his drive wasn’t necessarily present. Regardless, he knew what Li’lo was trying to do. She insisted by gripping onto his pants and pulling them down. However, sitting on the chair was pinning the fabric down. Begrudgingly, he lifted his butt up and let Li’lo pull his underwear and pants down in shot.
Jenta was in the process of lightly bouncing her infant up and down. She could see that the child’s eyes were nearly closed. The Itrean woman stood up and walked over to the crib before placing Ben’dre into it.
She turned her head to see that Mizu sat back, relaxed on his chair, bottomless with only his socks on. Li’lo had discarded the pants past the table legs.
Mizu was flaccid, but Li’lo knew what to do. Her scaly fingers were careful, gently grabbing the shaft, letting her pinky finger dance around the man’s pubic hair. She gently began to stroke it, inducing a warm pleasure that reverberated within Mizu.
The man let himself go. He closed his eyes and could feel Li’lo manipulate his member. She used her other hand to gently cradle the man’s scrotum. Finally, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and slowly brought her snout down upon him. Her mouth engulfed Mizu’s penis with ease. She was careful, her mouth consisting of rows of tiny, sharp teeth. Instead, she wrapped her tongue around it, sandwiching it in her small jaws so she could easily manipulate it.
Jenta watched as Mizu lightly groaned, leaning his head back against the chair. The pleasure was already mounting. What was flaccid was already growing erect as the man opened his legs. Jenta continued to monitor her baby. Finally, she could see that the baby was asleep. She walked around the table and watched the scene at a better angle.
Li’lo’s head and snout were bobbing up and down, happily lapping the man’s member with ease. The sounds of her slurping lips could be heard in the room. She would use her hand to gently massage the hanging orbs before putting both hands on the man’s legs for support.
Jenta’s attention was focused solely on Mizu, watching his reactions. She could see his breathing was growing more and more intense. The look of distress that he had earlier was gone, replaced with one of joy. It was as if his fears were slowly melting away.
It was proving exciting for Jenta. A part of her vaginal crevice was dripping a small fluid onto the carpeted floor. She lowered her feathers and reached her hand down underneath her nightgown to feel it. Her hand was slowly getting wet. She reached up and began to lick her fingers, noticing a particular sweetness to them. In her realization, she turned to look back at the crib.
There was so much more room for another ... It rang in her mind, demanding that it happen. Instinct drove her. She turned to look back at Mizu.
“I want another baby...,” Jenta stated.
“Huh? ... What?” Mizu was stirred out of his euphoria. It caused Li’lo to pause in her attempt to orally pleasure her mate.
“I want ... another baby,” Jenta stated again.
Li’lo lifted her head away, but unfortunately, slammed her feathery head into the bottom of the table, producing a hard thump that reverberated inside the room.
“Ow ... oww ... owie,” she reacted, pulling away from the table and standing up. She was rubbing the top of her head, rubbing it as she turned to look at Jenta. Mizu put his hand on the woman’s arm.
“Jenta,” Mizu told her. “Li’lo is going to give birth anytime this week. That’s two kids.”
“I know...,” Jenta replied almost timidly.
“We’ve already talked about this,” Li’lo added. “We agreed that if we both had a baby, we would wait ten years before having another.”
“I know..., but ... I want to have another baby ... my cycle has started again.”
“You mean you want to lay another egg?” Mizu added.
“Yes,” Jenta stated.
“Jenta, sister,” Li’lo said, walking up to her best friend. “I know you want to go through the Uiok’jahjin again, but understand that you would be bringing in new life. I’ll give birth. Mizu is busy. We’re busy too.”
“No ... One of us can rear children ... I ... want that.” She lowered her posture, her feathery hands lowered in a perfect, innocent stance. “You don’t have to give birth again, Li’lo ... I wish to have more.”
“You’re not exactly perfect at it, Jenta,” Mizu told her. “Not trying to mean to you, but...”
“No!” Jenta said with a hard chirp, timid but assured. “I get better ... We have Iz’tre onboard. I work with her. She helps me each day. She spends her life raising children. You both work ... I stay with kids more.”
By now, Mizu leaned forward on his chair, looking at Jenta. He could see that she was serious about her request. In many ways, she was the most aggressive, but reserved among his pair of wives. The man remained undecided on this matter. Li’lo wasn’t entirely convinced either. However, Mizu could sense the deep conviction that Jenta genuinely wanted this, as if she had had time to consider it for some time before making this decision. A hint of excitement ran down the man’s spine.
“Are you sure about this?” Mizu questioned her. “It isn’t just me, but Li’lo as well. The UHN ... Shira may have us covered for now, but once we finish up, we need to make enough to take care of everybody here.”
“Mizu is right,” Li’lo added. “We have plenty of money we brought, but we risk losing our savings.”
“Please...,” Jenta replied. “Li’lo, you still work with Ambassador Ifra. You have always been the closer friend to her. Serve her. She will take care of all of us when Mizu finishes up here ... when he’ll see his family again. I want this...”
“Ifra values both of us. She never looked at me as the greater of the two.”
“But, you two are very alike ... more than a Fu’mil...”
“No!” Li’lo practically stomped her clawed foot to the ground. “She...”
“Jenta,” Mizu interrupted both of them. “There’s no point in trying to convince a mother that’s hellbent on having another baby. I know you’ve been working hard ... at least when I’m not busy taking care of my duties. We’re not exactly a baby factory, here.”
“But, there are so few Fu’mil, my mate.”
“There are billions,” Li’lo told her.
“And there are trillions of ... other Yutilians like you. Please,” she begged to both. “It feels right ... having a nest, raising Ben’dre ... it feels ... good. Yutilians were ... dinosaurs. We made nests, lay eggs, raise children. I know you do things different, but I want to be a mother ... I feel the urge. Mizu, please ... give me more...”
Mizu gave an almost stern look at her. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. Li’lo, I’m so greedy ... I want to make babies more than you, I...”
Li’lo walked up to her and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. “It’s alright, sister. I knew you want to be a mother ... it was you that wanted mateship with Mizu first. The child I make will be the last ... you will make all future babies for our mate ... if that’s alright with our mate...”
There was a pause as the two looked upon Mizu. The decision was thrust upon him. He knew about the Itreans’ patience in having children, even when having many. Their longer lives often served as a form of space, allowing them to take their time in raising one or two children before waiting for ten to twenty years to have more. However, there were current endearing circumstances in a people who lost half of their population due to a devastating disease. If anything, the T’rintar clan was all but encouraging mated human/Itrean couples to have as many children as possible. The more boys that could be made, the better, anything to combat Zilik’s Disease before the population would shrink any further.
It ultimately became his choice, one that Jenta seemed more than willing to participate in. Li’lo seemed convinced. Mizu took a deep breath. Even if he was mostly flaccid at this point, a part of him felt a lingering desire. Seeing Li’lo pregnant and Ben’dre asleep in his crib felt assuring in his soul, one that fulfilled his deepest wish ever since he left Batrice with the two Itreans. Back on Earth, there were plenty of rooms available. It could be expanded almost indefinitely.
Jenta could see the man’s emotions. Her hands were placed together, almost in prayer. The man could see her vaginal slit dripping in anticipation. That alone was the final trigger. His member twitched, knowing that tonight, he could impregnate her again.
“I guess...,” Mizu tried to say, standing up almost naked. “We can have another...”
Jenta closed her eyes in satisfaction. Li’lo was quick in pulling Jenta’s nightgown off of her dearest friend, letting it fall to the floor.
The Fu’mil woman stood out in her nudity. Her feathery frame consisted of the long flow of white and pink feathers that ran down her arms, head, and tail. Tiny sets of small feathers lined her chest, stomach, and nether regions, leaving a single vaginal slit for her crotch. While the flat chest gave a somewhat male characteristic, her thin frame and hourglass figure gave her a feminine, bird-like appearance, a captivation of her beauty and stature as a Velociraptor in her prime. The look of happiness could be seen from the beak-like snout.
Mizu pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor, lifting his arm outward to Jenta. The Itrean woman took the man’s hand as she was guided to the alcove bed. Li’lo followed suit, watching the pair crawl onto the bed together. The soft, small fabric mattress was still perfect for the three to snuggle up together. However, Mizu would need a little bit more room. This night would be perfect, as perfect as the conditions would allow it.
It was as if a switch had turned on in his head. Jenta lay down on the bed before the man climbed on top of her. Despite the recent oral pleasure provided by Li’lo, there was still the hint of dampness left behind by her saliva. Mizu let his penis slide onto Jenta’s stomach, feeling the soft warmth of her feathers rub against him. It was so comfortable that she was little more than a warm pillow to rest upon, one that he had to be somewhat careful not to crush her somewhat dainty frame. However, she was not frail either.
“I warmed him up for you,” Li’lo told her. “I know I’ve been receiving his seed, but it’s your turn now.” The pregnant Itrean successfully climbed onto the side of the bed, resting most of her frame onto the edge, leaving her butt and tail to slump over the side.
“Impregnate me,” Jenta said to Mizu. Her words were said with pure innocence, one that reverberated in Mizu’s mind.
It was like a dream. The man’s hands felt all over Jenta as the man’s lips pressed onto her soft neck. Jenta cooed and chirped while Mizu continued to bombard her with small kisses. Her clawed hands wrapped around and felt the man’s larger frame and body. By now, she was more than used to the larger human male size and frame. If anything, it only felt like protection for her against anything larger than a Yutilian.
Mizu’s nose was telling him something. During the Fu’mil’s cycle, their vaginal fluids produced the tiniest hint of aroma. It was alluring, especially to any human who remained with a Fu’mil for such a long time.
His breathing intensified. Jenta lightly squirmed as the man began to hump onto her torso. It didn’t take long for Mizu to let go, drop any fear that resided within him, and let anything that disturbed his current worries go away. A part of him wished for it to be like this forever, to be with the women he loved, as the threat of conflict flew into the greatest abyss, never to return.
The man could feel Li’lo’s hands upon him, gently trying to caress him when he grew more and more aggressive with Jenta’s body. Finally, she opened her legs a little bit, giving him enough leeway for him to push his body back and press his hardened penis straight into her vaginal crevice.
“Eeep,” Jenta reacted. Mizu’s member drove straight into her. Her slick juices made it easy to drive into her deepest depths. The pleasure could be felt immediately. Mizu was surrounded by warmth, feeling fulfilled as he was inside the woman he loved.
Jenta’s reaction was immediate. Her body lightly tensed, causing her feathery legs and bird-like talon feet to wrap around Mizu’s frame safely without hurting him. Despite her frail-looking frame, she had long adapted to the human male body. The man weighed more than the typical Yutilian, but she could handle his weight pressed down upon her. If anything, she felt more than comfortable. Even her vaginal walls had long adapted to the larger penis that was kept pressed into her.
A few thrusts and Mizu was pressed as far as he could into Jenta. His shaft could feel the woman’s heartbeat pulsating against him. He had to pause a few times, allow his body to adapt to the intense friction induced by her small vagina. This would cause him to shake at times as Li’lo would calmly caress him.
“You’re so eager,” she told him. “Do you want to put another baby in me after I give birth?”
“Heh...,” Mizu chuckled, breathing hard. “Maybe Jenta and I really enjoyed the Uiok’jahjin a little too much...”
Jenta was quiet as she nuzzled her beak into the man’s cheek and neck. Mizu had fully wrapped his body around her back. Her prehensile tail lay over his legs.
“You can release,” Li’lo told him.
“ ... Only a minute in?” He told her. “I want to last longer...”
“I know, mate, but we’re here for you. Your hink has a home with us.”
Li’lo pressed her body closer to Mizu and Jenta. Her pregnant stomach was getting bumped around. Mizu moved his head and turned it so he could see Jenta’s neck and Li’lo’s face. By now, raw instinct was driving him. It was as if Nature was begging him to fulfill his destiny, to breed. He was going to be a father of two ... now a father of three. All he had to do was release.
Li’lo’s expression said it all. The man could see that Li’lo loved him. It was the ultimate reward in saving them.
“I love you...,” he told her.
“We love you,” she replied back. “Let it go ... put it in her...”
The pleasure was building. Mizu continued to thrust hard into Jenta. The man’s member had long adjusted to the tight confines of the small woman. With each thrust, the tip of his dick would hit the woman’s cervix. At the same time, it would continue to bump a series of ridges in Jenta’s body, something that was difficult for even typical Yutilian males to accomplish.
Jenta was in ecstasy. The breathing through her nostrils was present. She would make tiny little grunting noises, indicating the pleasure she felt with each thrust that hit deep into her body. The man’s scrotum would continue to hit her anus and the base of her tail, causing the line of feathers near her crotch to become damp and wet. The sounds of flesh hitting against flesh could be heard.
Mizu was doing the best that he could to hold out, but this sexual encounter was more unique. The man wanted to finish quickly. Something inside of him told him to hurry up, even if the other side was strongly resisting it.
A lingering thought had remained. Was it wise to release inside her again? Could he handle having three children instead of two?