Chapter 4: Size Matters
Riya played her eyes around the common room, noticing that one of the couches seemed to have been destroyed, as if something large had torn it up and crushed it. The vending machines were empty and had not been restocked, they appeared to have been unplugged from the wall, too. Everything looked old, not necessarily unkempt, but it was obvious that at some point the base had been left to decay for a long period of time without any kind of maintenance. There was old water damage on the walls, the furniture was all scuffed or torn in some way, there were loose pipes and wires hanging from the ceiling. This whole situation seemed very odd to her, why would the UNN have allowed these aliens to live in a classified listening post? Why did they seem to be feeding these natives along with their one staff member? This Schaffer fellow was behaving strangely, almost as if he was uncomfortable around her, awkward. Was it because he hadn’t seen a woman for a while, or had he been living with these ‘Polars’ for too long? He had referred to them as his pack, maybe he was just a ‘crazy cat person’, albeit with ‘cats’ that were twice the size of a human.
For now she was stuck here, she could see the snow hammering against the windows, but at least with the help of the aliens she might be able to dig out the shuttle once the storm had blown over. It wasn’t all bad however, the base was heated and they obviously had ample supplies remaining. There was that giant male too ... woof.
She had indeed known what Borealans were, while she wasn’t familiar with this local breed, she saw the strapping smooth-skinned variety on the Pinwheel frequently during her downtime between deployments. They were huge, heavily muscled warriors hailing from the temperate regions of this planet, the high gravity of their homeworld endowing them with the bodies of Greek Gods. Rumors abounded about their... ‘interactions’ with the recruits who shared dorms with them during integration training, where the bad tempered aliens were taught how to interact with humans and how to behave in a military setting. As a pilot, Riya had never needed to undergo any such training, her interactions with the aliens were limited to ferrying them to and from combat zones when her carrier was operating on the front.
The aliens were not exactly approachable, colloquially referred to as ‘Mad Cats’ by the Marines, their ferocity in combat was matched only by their notoriously antisocial behavior. Were she to approach one, she had as much chance of having her head cleaved from her shoulders as being taken to bed, and her meek demeanor had never allowed her to try. It was something that she had fantasized about on many a lonely night, the stuff of trashy romance novels that she would never admit to enjoying, ‘Claws of the Tiger’ being a personal favorite of hers.
Now she was stuck on this base for at least one night, snowed in with a whole pack of Borealans. While they were a little more portly than the chiseled Adonises she was used to seeing on the station, that one male in particular looked like he could crush a marble pillar in his arms, after getting over her initial surprise it had taken all of her willpower to avoid conspicuously drooling over him. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of it, she could really do it, she could really make her fantasy a reality tonight if she played her cards right. The snowstorm was now seeming more like a stroke of luck, clouds with silver linings and all that, now the question was how to set her plan in motion.
Schaffer had given Riya the run of the base, he didn’t seem to think that any of the aliens might pose any danger to her, their curiosity appeared to be benign. The only room that she was forbidden to access, the one that no doubt housed all of the spying equipment and computers, was locked with a key code that she didn’t possess anyway. The outpost was not very large, yet she never saw more than a few of these ‘Polars’ at once, they somehow managed to vanish into the woodwork.
Most of them seemed to be clustered around the dining table in the kitchen, sharing meat and canned food between them, judging by their size and considerable weight it must take a lot of calories to keep them healthy. No wonder they had packed so many food crates into her shuttle, she hadn’t known if she was resupplying a base or delivering famine relief for an entire damned city.
They seemed to spend a lot of time in the showers too, whenever she passed the cubicles in the bathrooms they were grooming and splashing around, no doubt their pristine fur coats required a lot of maintenance. Schaffer almost seemed to be avoiding her after first giving her the tour, almost like he didn’t know how to behave around her, it seemed to Riya as if he was going native and could have used some shore leave to help straighten his head out.
Still, she kind of envied him, living with so many Borealans day after day. If these furry aliens were anything like their smooth-skinned cousins, well, he wouldn’t be wanting for company on cold nights. This variant seemed friendlier and less aggressive than the breed she was accustomed to, did that mean that they were less sexually aggressive too? Would they take offense to her advances? While she started to blush at the very idea of offending them, the more logical side of her knew that it didn’t really matter, it was very unlikely that she would see any of the inhabitants of the outpost again and even less likely that she would have time to socialize if she did.
She felt odd as she wandered the circular hallway, peering in on the aliens where she found them, met by curious glances from the blue-eyed creatures. Should she just go back to the common room and wait for one of them to come to her? Oh, what was she thinking? She was blinded by lust, practically trembling with excitement, her skin tingling as if electrified. What would her mother think of her right now, prowling the hallways like some kind of ... lady of the night? Perhaps it would be better to just forget the whole thing and abandon this girlish fantasy.
She turned a corner, lost in her doubts, and ran face-first into a wall of fur. She yelped in surprise, stumbling and falling on her ass. She looked up at the giant male she had met earlier, what had his name been, Zagza? Something with a lot of Zs. He looked even larger from her seat on the floor, a massive loincloth his only clothing as he cocked his huge head at her, he was soft around the belly like a power lifter but his chest and arms were bulging with hard muscle. He reached a hand down, the size of a dinner plate with fingers almost as thick as her wrist, and she took it as he helped her up.
She felt like a little girl peering up at an adult, she had to crane her neck to look him in the eye, two piercing azure orbs that scrutinized her with an alien aloofness. She realized that she was staring, and averted her gaze, rubbing her arm nervously as she began to blush.
“S-Sorry ... I didn’t see you there.”
The alien gave her a thumbs up, a gesture that made her giggle despite herself, he understood some basic English and a few human gestures at least. That would make things easier. Now that she was standing in front of him, the words weren’t coming to her, she couldn’t find the courage to talk to him. She could hear her heart pounding in her head, the Polar’s round ears tracking her like radar dishes as if he expected her to speak, but all she could do was step out of his way so that he could pass.
As Zagza passed by her in the hallway she cursed her shyness, she had never been so close to living out her fantasies, and now she was just watching as the man of her dreams walked away down the corridor. Come on Riya, you’ll never know if you don’t try, the worst he can do is refuse you. As she watched his long tail vanish around the corner, she felt a new surge of courage rise in her chest like a fire, her trembling muscles seeming to move of their own accord as she set off in pursuit.
She jogged a little and caught up to him, he had gotten quite far with his long strides, and he turned to stare down at her again with those ice-blue eyes. She swallowed hard, attempting to control her hammering heart and trying her best not to look the way she felt, like she was melting into a wet puddle on the floor.
“C-Can you show me around?”
He cocked his head again like a curious dog. Damn it, did he not understand? She had to remember that they spoke limited English at best, perhaps gestures might help her get her point across more effectively?
“Why don’t you show me around?” Riya repeated, gesturing around her with her hands. “Me ... you ... erm ... hang out?”
He wasn’t getting it, and her heart began to sink. She considered finding Schaffer and fetching him to translate, but she would be too embarrassed. While he was no doubt guilty of exactly the same behavior, she didn’t really want any coworkers or UNN personnel to see this side of her.
“I don’t have much to do. I’m stuck here,” she said, growing frustrated and starting to ramble. “The snow,” she gestured to a nearby window, “I have to stay here.” She pointed at the ground, the alien’s eyes following her finger. “Me and you, let’s hang out?”
Zagza scratched the furry tuft on his chin with a black, hooked claw, like a short beard as he considered. Finally he nodded, and gestured for her to follow behind him with a wave of his giant hand. Riya tried to suppress her excitement, trailing after him as he made his way back towards the common room.
Riya sat on one of the decimated couches in the common room, twiddling her thumbs nervously as the massive Zagza perched beside her, the frame creaking and sounding as if it might finally give out under his exaggerated weight. She had to grip the armrest to save herself from falling towards him, the couch sagging and woefully inadequate as it strained to support him. It was like sitting beside a damned rhino, he was enormous, each arm almost as long as she was tall and covered with slabs of muscle that would have made a champion weight lifter look like a twig. He smelled good too, oddly. She had expected his scent to be unpleasant and bestial, but he was impeccably groomed and she could pick out the various shampoos and soaps that he must have used, his snow-white fur was silky and seemed to have fewer markings than that of the other pack members.
She wasn’t sure what he intended to do with her, she doubted that he had really understood her request to have him show her around the base, what did these aliens do for recreation? Besides ... no, come on Riya, head out of the gutter.
They watched the blizzard hammer against the windows for a few minutes, unable to make conversation due to the language barrier, then the alien rose from his seat and vanished into a side room for a moment. When he returned he was carrying an armful of items, and he scattered them on a low coffee table, waiting expectantly for her to examine them.
She leaned forward, suppressing a laugh as she looked over what could only be described as Zagza’s interpretation of ‘human items’. Not knowing what she might like to eat, drink or play with, he had brought her a few examples of everything. He didn’t know what she had asked for in the hallway, and so he had tried to cover all the bases. There were cans of soda, packets of snack foods and cans of beans for some reason, a tablet computer and what looked like executive toys or maybe puzzles. He took her incredulous grin to mean that she was pleased, thankfully, and he sat heavily beside her as she sifted through the pile.
She chose a carbonated drink, a packet of dried vegetable chips, and the tablet computer. She lay back on the couch as he watched her curiously, cracking open the soda and taking a draw, pleasantly surprised by the grape flavor. She found the power switch on the tablet and turned it on, chuckling as what seemed to be base maintenance reports scrolled on the screen, it wasn’t exactly a multi-media center. She couldn’t deny that she was entertained however, and Zagza seemed satisfied as she laughed and sputtered into her beverage.
She felt a little less intimidated by him now, as much as she was attracted to him, it didn’t escape her attention that he could have popped her head like a grape in his gigantic fist. But far from being a dangerous warrior, he just seemed like a big goofball, he reminded her of a new father attempting to take care of a baby.
She took another sip of her drink, and started on the vegetable chips. Though somewhat misguided, his instincts were right, she was famished and hadn’t eaten since the morning. She wasn’t sure what time it was locally, but the sun seemed to have set, the flurry of snow outside the windows was illuminated only by the golden glow of the interior lighting now. Just how long was this damned storm going to last?
She shivered, realizing that her thin jumpsuit was not adequate for this weather, even despite the interior heating the cold of the polar landscape seemed to penetrate the building. She felt warm hands around her waist suddenly, Zagza plucking her off the couch like a doll and planting her in his furry lap. Before she could protest, his muscular arms pressed around her like a cage made of fur and brawn, the alien squashing her into the soft paunch of his belly and warming her with his body heat.
She trembled, dumbfounded, personal space and human social conventions not something that Schaffer had taught the aliens along with the simple words and gestures apparently. He was warm, and she could feel his package under her butt through his animal hide loincloth, it was like sitting on top of a pool noodle. Her face burned, she felt like her brain was about to boil and steam out of her ears, a bicep as large as her head was pressing against her cheek as his body heat warmed her.
Keep it together Riya, don’t start foaming at the mouth now, you’ll blow it!
Zagza took her excited trembling for shivering due to the cold, his fur tickling her nose as he hugged her against his body. Her head rested against his bare chest, his pectoral muscles as hard as stone beneath a thin layer of fat, her heart hammering hard and fast enough that she feared it might break her ribs. He seemed oblivious, but she prayed that he wouldn’t smell the arousal on her, rubbing her thighs together through her suit as he held her.
The alien leaned down as if to smell her, Riya going as stiff as a statue as he sniffed, then she shivered with barely contained arousal as he dragged an obscenely long tongue across her skin. This went beyond a simple ignorance of human social conventions, was he tasting her? Was he going to eat her?
She felt his member swell beneath her, rising from beneath his loincloth to press against her ass, and she realized that he was becoming aroused too. Why? Could he taste it in her sweat? Could he smell the pheromones coming off her body? She squirmed as she felt his member throb beneath her, still rising, with almost enough strength to lift her as it swelled. She could feel her sodden panties sticking to her loins, there was no way he didn’t smell it, and what further proof of her willingness would such a brutish creature require?
She could feel his hot breath on her neck, panting in her ear, his muscular arms still trapping her against his plush body. She had never been so turned on in her life, she couldn’t think straight, her reason was drowning in a sea of boiling excitement.
Zagza wasn’t tearing off her clothes with his hooked claws however, he was just waiting, did he expect her to initiate? Did he want some further invitation that her burning body had not provided him? She looked up and back, craning her neck to see his face, eyes like sapphires peering down at her as she trembled in his lap. She had always believed that a woman should not make the first move, she should wait for a man to come to her rather than debase herself by asking, but how had that strategy served her so far? Fuck it, everything was out of the window right now, she had a once in a lifetime chance to live out her most salacious fantasy as she wasn’t about to let it slip through her fingers.
“F-Fuck me...”
Had he understood? Her face burned bright red as she waited, her chest heaving as his member pushed against her thigh, as hard as a piece of steel rebar and hot enough that it could have come straight from the forge. Her heart pounded in her chest, she felt lightheaded, swallowing hard as her mouth began to water. It was like torture.
Suddenly the alien gripped her face with a massive hand, his fur as soft as silk on her skin as his claws pressed against her cheeks, holding her head steady as he leaned closer for an upside-down kiss. His oversized lips pressed against hers, a tongue that must have been at least a foot long invading her mouth, thick and slimy as it probed and bulged her cheeks. This wasn’t a kiss, it was a penetration, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she gripped handfuls of his fluffy thighs for purchase. She tried to meet his embrace with her own organ, a mere inch or two of wet muscle that couldn’t hope to match this behemoth, coiling around and tickling the roof of her mouth. There was so much of it, it just kept coming, her eyes watered as the massive organ tasted the back of her throat, and she found herself sucking on it reflexively as if it were his member. She was past embarrassment now, all restraint forgotten as the alien’s metallic flavor filled her head, relaxing and taking his roving organ as deep as she could manage.
He licked inside her mouth, the surface of his tongue a little rough and textured, an obscene amount of his saliva escaping the corners of her mouth to dribble down her chin and wet her collar. She tried to wrestle his tongue as best she could, but it was just so large and strong, filling her and pushing into her esophagus. She choked a little, and felt him withdraw, his long tongue sliding out of her mouth as he broke off the bawdy kiss with a wet smack. A strand of his thick drool linked their lips, breaking and falling to her chest, sliding down into her cleavage.
He was at full mast now, a leather tent emerging between her thighs, Riya wetting her lips as she watched it bounce subtly beneath the fabric. She reached down with trembling fingers, peeling back the animal hide, watching his erection emerge as it fell away. Immediately she smelled his musk, heady and masculine, a penis larger and thicker than she could have imagined revealed as it pulsated and dripped clear fluid in anticipation. It was as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist, vascular and tapered, red and shiny like that of an animal. It was brutish and primal, she started to have second thoughts due to its sheer size, but her arousal cut through her apprehension like a knife. She drooled as her eyes played up and down its length, this was an organ designed with a singular purpose in mind, breeding. She wasn’t even sure that she would be able to take it, but it was too late to turn back now.
She brushed her slim fingers over the tapered glans, touching her fingertip against a bead of fluid that welled at the tip, watching it form a thick strand as she pulled her digit away. She ran her hand down its length, feeling the alien shudder and grunt. As well as the protruding veins the damned thing was covered in small bumps, as if there were hard beads beneath the skin, she felt dizzy at the mere thought of what this thing would do to her. It was like it had been purpose built for ruining women, and she pressed her thighs around it, feeling its heat permeate her suit as Zagza panted and his erection throbbed in the air.
She wrapped both hands around it, her fingers scarcely meeting such was its thickness, and leaned forward to press her lips against the head. She took it into her mouth, running her tongue across its firm flesh, tasting the salt in his leaking fluids as she struggled to accommodate it. She lapped at it, feeling Zagza jerk in surprise, crawling her lips down the shaft and attempting to hold the glans in her mouth. It was so damned big, she couldn’t fit more than the tip in there, at least not without risking catching it with her teeth and spoiling the mood. She withdrew, contenting herself with licks and kisses, mouthing and sucking at the huge organ.
She felt giddy, almost manic, in a moment she had been transported into a fantasy that she would scarcely have been self-indulgent enough to imagine in her most depraved solo sessions. She hardly knew what to do with him now that he was in her grasp, stroking and licking the totemic organ as if worshiping it. The alien didn’t mind, she could hear his breathing growing ragged, her comparatively tiny lips and fingers playing over his sensitive head. She could feel blood coursing through his veins beneath her hands, driven by his massive heart, his organ flexing like a muscle and jumping as if trying to break free of her.
She felt his massive hands on her chest, squeezing her breasts, gentle in consideration of her small stature but rough and greedy none the less. He kneaded her pliant flesh, pressing her erect, sensitive nipples against the padding of her bra. It sent jolts of harsh pleasure rippling down her spine to smolder in her loins, as if she wasn’t already hot and eager enough. His fingers were huge, and they began to fumble with the zipper on her flight suit, Riya leaned back into him so that she could watch him undress her.
He succeeded in hooking the black claw on his index finger through her zipper, dragging it down past her navel and wasted no time plunging his fluffy hands beneath the garment. She gritted her teeth and groaned, feeling the silky fur on her damp skin, his claws pricking her as he groped and squeezed. She released his member from her grasp, her thighs still closed firmly around it, and reached up to help him with her underwear. She hastily pulled off her bra and threw it clear of the couch, releasing her breasts to bounce softly as they settled, the size of stress balls in his giant paws as he engulfed them. Riya twisted and squirmed in his lap, gasping as he played with her supple flesh, her sweat making his fur damp as he teased and massaged her chest.
She was burning up, her skin feverishly hot, she felt like she was about to melt into a puddle. She pulled her zipper the rest of the way down, kicking off her shoes and pulling the one-piece garment down around her knees. She struggled with it, Zagza’s massive cock was in the way, but he saw what she was attempting to do and reached a hand down to help her. Now free of her flight suit and clad only in a pair of sodden panties, the alien’s hands played over her dark skin, her naked thighs pressing around the base of his erection as the conspicuous wet patch on her crotch darkened. It had been a bad day to wear grey, she hadn’t exactly been anticipating this situation when she had thrown on her clothes that morning, but she doubted the Polar would have had any appreciation for lingerie. Not that she owned any, damn it.
Her head spun as he roamed his thick fingers down her body, leaving red trails in her skin with his claws, not breaking the surface but making her buck and writhe as he lightly played them down her belly. He reached her soaking panties, hooking a claw around the waistband, and Riya lifted her butt off his lap to let him pull them down. He threw them aside, exposing her, and slipping his index finger between her quivering legs. His fur was soft like a loofah, her leaking juices wetting it, and he rubbed the fleshy pad on his finger between her labia. She shivered and crooned, unable to close her thighs due to the enormous rod of meat that lay between them, her hands rising to cover her red face as he stroked her. His finger was slick with her emissions, she had never been so wet, as if her body knew exactly what she intended and was doing its level best to prepare her for the ordeal.
She had toys at home, large ones, she had spent many nights riding them in anticipation of an opportunity like this but she had never really believed that it would ever come. Fantasies are safe, imagining that you’d do something if presented with the option is gratifying in itself, but this grotesque organ seemed even larger than she had imagined. She felt a pinch of fear mix with her surging arousal, garnishing the excitement that drove her onward despite the danger.
Her eyes played over Zagza’s erection, drinking in its contours and veins, wishing that she could fit more of it in her mouth. Were he a little smaller she’d blow him for hours, it was hard not to let herself become obsessed with the thing, it was like some monument to masculinity as it throbbed between her thighs.
The alien seemed to be becoming impatient, he rubbed her vulva with his giant finger, careful to keep his hooked claw clear as her juices matted his fur. His breath was on her neck, warm and heavy, and his other hand still mauled her breasts as she arched her spine and writhed under his touch. She felt like her head was full of pop rocks, she had wanted this so badly and now finally it was happening.
A sudden impulse took her, and she broke free of his teasing fingers, crawling down his massive body and past his member to kneel between his legs on the couch. His erection pressed against the smooth skin of her belly, damp with sweat, the tapered head of his penis high enough to press between her breasts as she wrapped her arms around it and hugged it against her. God, it was like an animal in its own right, constantly moving and twitching as it leaked that clear fluid from the tip. Zagza looked down at her from what felt like a great distance, watching her as she brought her head down to run her tongue around the glans.
She loved the flesh taste, the salty, somewhat sour flavor of the thick syrup that welled at the head. She ran her slim fingers up and down the shaft, unable to wrap a hand around it in order to jack him off as she would have done with someone of more conventional size, she hoped that her light touch would please him all the same. She struggled to wrap her lips around the tip again, it was like trying to fit a fist in her mouth, and she snuck one hand between her thighs to play with herself as she licked and sucked. She couldn’t think straight, she could feel his heartbeat on her lips, his cock swelling and flexing rhythmically as more of that viscous fluid filled her mouth and ran down his shaft. His precum alone was almost as much as a human partner would ejaculate, and it just kept flowing, mixing with her saliva and making her head spin as its metallic taste pricked her tongue.
She used her upper arms to press her breasts together around it, letting some of the mess that was pooling in her mouth slide down to moisten her cleavage, following the channels that his veins drew in his skin. Its surface was red and shiny, vanishing into a tuft of fur at the base, two testicles the size of damned cantaloupes hanging beneath it. The organ was almost hot enough to burn her skin, and she started to move her whole body, rising and falling on her knees to slide her bust up and down the alien’s member. She planted wet kisses on the head, feeling Zagza flinch and swell, her smooth tongue drawing shapes on his flush glans.
She wasn’t sure if she could get him off like this, he was just too large to handle in the ways that she was used to, but he seemed to be responding to the glances from her tongue. She nibbled and kissed around the head, hearing a low rumble emanate from deep in his throat, like a lion purring. He was enjoying it, and emboldened, she gripped the meat of her breasts in her hands and squashed them around his member.
He bucked a little, fucking her cleavage, her dark skin slick with sweat and saliva as his rigid erection bumped against her chin. She peppered it with kissed and licks, crossing her arms over her bust to apply more pressure, feeling its surface graze her flesh with its protruding veins and those tantalizing bumps.
He just kept leaking, there was so much of it. Clear, sticky fluid was sliding down his shaft to pool in her bust, glazing her chest and making her breasts shiny in the room’s halogen lights. She felt so ... sexy, so wanted, every nerve in her body was lit up like a Christmas tree and this giant beast was enraptured by her. He could have crushed her like a soda can if he were so inclined, but right now she was in control, the thought of it gave her butterflies in her stomach.
She wanted to get him off quickly, if she was actually able to take that giant thing inside her, she wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible. This would be hard for him too, she might well be tighter than anyone he had ever been with and she didn’t want him losing interest too quickly.
Riya began to slide her breasts up and down his shaft, squeezing them together, meeting his thrusts as his hips rolled reflexively. She did her utmost to take him in her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head as best she could, sucking and licking to drive him closer to the edge. His breathing was ragged, his lips pulled back to expose his sharp, carnivore teeth as she teased him. Now it was her turn to grow impatient, it felt like there was a void inside her that could only be filled by this brutish organ, an ache that only it could soothe. Toys were fun, but they didn’t pulse and throb, they didn’t burn with searing heat as fresh blood pumped through their veins. Her mouth watered at the prospect, her loins leaking strands of excitement that clung to her trembling thighs as she rubbed and mouthed.
She felt him getting closer, his pace growing erratic, she had to wrap her arms around his oversized organ to stop him from pushing her off the couch. She squeezed him between her breasts, painting his shiny glans with soft strokes of her tongue.
He growled like an animal as an orgasm made his member jump and flex, startling Riya, then his thrusting ceased as he shot a jet of come directly into her mouth. She tried to swallow but there was so much of it, bulging her cheeks and creeping down the back of her throat. It was like having her lips wrapped around a fire hose, and she pulled back as the torrent of thick, milky emission filled her mouth to capacity. She sputtered, the liquid sliding out of her mouth to coat her chest, its pearly color contrasting against her dark skin. It kept coming, every pulse of his member sending forth another spray of viscous fluid to hit her in the face, drenching her in his emission as it hung from her face in ropes.
She kept her arms wrapped around her boobs as the Polar released the last of his emission, then she uncrossed them and let his erection bounce back, a mass of his ejaculate that had collected in her cleavage sliding down her belly and falling wetly to the couch.
She ran her fingers through the slimy trail it had left down her torso, not sure if she should be amazed or aroused, he must have come a quart of fluid. Her head was full of his taste, the slimy residue clinging to her tongue, his member throbbing gently as a fat strand linked it to her lips. She wiped her mouth on the back of her arm, Zagza looking down at her apologetically as she knelt in front of him, his taste and smell coating her.
A fire was kindled inside her as she looked down at her naked body, covered in his slime, and she met his gaze with renewed desire. She scrambled up his body, his eyes widening as she stood over him on the couch with her feet planted by his hips, his member large enough to brush her mound as his own mess dripped between her thighs. She gripped his erection, still hot and hard, and spread some of the thick goo over it with her hand. They could use it as a lubricant, it wasn’t as if they needed to use protection. His erection didn’t seem to be receding, no refractory period then? All the better.
She lowered herself slowly, gingerly, legs shaking with a blend of fear and anticipation as his tapered glans pressed against her vulva. She could get the tip in no problem, but the shaft widened and grew fatter in the middle, she might have to take things slow at first. She angled it towards her opening, feeling it part her labia and push into her, the mixture of his syrupy come and her own juices making the penetration almost frictionless. After a moment of resistance the head popped inside, and she bent her knees to get lower, feeling the smooth flesh graze her walls as they contracted around the intruder.
He was so hot, almost enough to burn her insides as she gripped his fat shaft in her hand and pulled him deeper. He was splaying her open, her muscles struggling around his fat head, massaging and wringing it as she shivered around him. She slowed, catching her breath for a moment and just getting used to the sensation of him being inside her, his member twitching and leaking more of that fluid.
It hurt a little, but that pain was quickly fading and turning into a deeply satisfying, dull ache that hinted at the pleasures to come.
She resumed her tentative coupling, rising a little to grind on the glans, before again dropping down and taking him further inside. She started to feel the veins and bumps scraping against her tender walls, her eyelids fluttering as Zagza grunted in response, no doubt enduring a struggle of his own due to her narrow passage.
She rose and fell on the enormous organ, her heartbeat quickening and her excitement mounting as she fucked herself on it, only able to get about half way down for the moment but enjoying it none the less. Even the mess of fluids that lubricated their coupling could not lessen the sensation of the bumps and contours that scratched against her insides, his girth such that his organ pressed against every sweet spot she had, every downward thrust a confusion of sensations and textures that filled her head with blinding light.
Shivers crawled up her spine like electrical fingers, a warm, tingling sensation flowing through her as if every muscle in her body was vibrating. Her loins gripped Zagza’s cruel organ as best they could, contracting and clenching, her silky flesh rippling across its surface and drawing pained grunts from his throat.
She could feel every vein as it pulsed against her tunnel, every maddening bump that lined his shaft, it was as if someone had designed this organ for the sole purpose of making her foam at the mouth. It was almost too much to take, she had barely gotten him half way inside her, and yet she could already feel the claws of her impending orgasm scratching at the back of her brain.
Riya could handle it though, she had to hang on a little longer, she could take him deeper than this. She had toys almost as large that she had taken to the base, but those silicone replicas didn’t flex inside her, they weren’t attached to an avatar of male sexuality that was able to push back.
Zagza lay prone on the couch, remarkably passive for such a large and powerful creature, perhaps in consideration of her small stature. He could injure her were he to just grip her around the waist and drive his member up to the hilt, and he seemed to be aware of that, letting her set her own pace and grow more accustomed to his size as she perched atop him. She could see the impatience in his blue eyes however, the desire, wetting the tip was not enough to satisfy him.
She fell to her knees, his soft fur tickling her thighs, taking the thick shaft about two thirds of the way in. There must be eight or nine inches inside her by now, she could feel it pushing against her belly, hitting places that were hard to reach even with her favorite toys. She sank her fingers into the downy fur on his belly, gripping handfuls of it for leverage, his powerful abdominal muscles protruding from beneath the layer of fat as she leaned her weight on him.
Zagza reached up to rest a heavy hand on the curve of her hip, his black claws pricking her skin, his thumb pressing into her flat belly. His other hand found her thigh, running his fingers across her skin, as if enjoying its smooth texture. Her bust bounced as she slid up and down his shaft, each downward motion taking him a little deeper, her pace slow and cautious so as not to let those harsh barbs drive her over the edge and end her pleasure too soon. She shivered appreciatively as the alien mauled her butt with his thick fingers, testing its springiness as he kneaded and explored her alien anatomy. Riya was in shape, all military personnel had to be, but her lithe and muscular figure was usually hidden beneath her flight suit or a UNN uniform. Dating in such an environment was inconvenient, many encounters boiling down to infrequent one night stands, and so it was nice to have someone appreciate the work she put into staying in shape.
Her breasts were firm and pert, small by the alien’s standards but bouncing gently and drawing his covetous gaze as she moved, the trail of sticky come he had left still clinging to her bust and belly. Her coffee-colored skin was glistening with sweat, catching the light as she bobbed and gyrated, accentuating her lightly muscled frame. Zagza licked his chops with his long tongue, his own arousal mounting as their encounter went on, she got the feeling that was waiting for something.
Finally, with a protracted moan Riya let herself slide all the way down his shaft, impaling herself on his erection as she took it to the base. The Polar growled like an angry tiger, his grip on her hip tightening, his cock swelling inside her. Riya’s eyelids fluttered as her smooth mound pressed down against his furry groin, made damp and sticky by their shared juices.
That was it, it was all the way up to the hilt. Twelve inches or maybe more, with a girth to match, splaying her wide open as her copious fluids leaked around it. She could feel the bulge in her taut belly, trying to regulate her breathing as she sat with the gargantuan organ lodged inside her, always in motion as it throbbed and twitched. She didn’t want to move, her thighs clamped around her alien lover’s hips, his damp fur tickling her clitoris as she pressed down on him.
Knuckles white as she gripped his snowy fur for purchase, she started to roll her hips, keeping him lodged deep in her passage as she ground his bumpy shaft against her sensitive walls. Her eyes lost their focus, a strand of drool escaping her lips as bursts of seething pleasure tore through her, the thick veins and hard barbs scraping her delicate flesh. Everything felt so much larger and more exaggerated to her mind’s eye, her muscles clamping down on his monster erection like a fist, her slippery emissions gushing around it and coating its length in a futile attempt to ease its passing.
She had never felt so ... full before, there was something about the almost scalding heat that radiated from it, the way that it beat like a heart inside her that made even her largest dildo pale in comparison. She got used to it as she rolled her hips, her body growing accustomed to the sensation of having his organ skewer her, that satisfying ache that she had so enjoyed slowly morphing into a honeyed pleasure that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
She risked her first real thrust, rising on the shaft until only the tip was still lodged inside her, then letting herself fall back down on it. The bumps and contours scoured her passage, clawing at her flesh as they threatened to turn her inside-out, as if careful attention was being paid to each individual nerve ending that lined her tunnel. He was large enough and thick enough that not one square millimeter of her passage was left untouched, where she might have needed to search for her g-spot with a questing finger, now he hit it like a hammer through virtue of his sheer scale.
Riya doubled over, letting her long, damp hair fall over her face as she pressed her trembling thighs together and attempted to endure the raw pleasure. She felt Zagza’s hands on her rump, sinking into her flesh as he raised her on his shaft, Riya gasping in alarm as he slammed her down again. She grunted like she had been punched in the gut, her eyes rolling back into her head as a fresh wave of crippling euphoria tore through her beleaguered body.
“Oof, fuck ... hang on...”
He lifted her again, her heart hammering in her chest, her small hands gripping his wrists in anticipation as he fucked her. His pace was slow and no less careful despite the force of it, hefting her as if she weighed nothing, then pulling her back down to drive his member into her most intimate reaches. It got a little easier every time, became more pleasurable, a giddy grin spreading across her lips as her head fizzed and popped like someone had replaced her brain fluid with seltzer water.
It was hard to concentrate, the pleasure that spread up through her body like a fever sapping her strength and turning her legs to jelly, the alien relentless as he pushed into her. She patted his belly with the flat of her hand, and he took it as a signal to slow, the sensation becoming overwhelming and too intense for her to bear. He let her rest on top of him, her body trembling, beads of sweat rolling down her caramel skin as she recovered from their short but intense session. She was sore, but in a gratifying way, and she let herself imagine for a moment what it might feel like were he to treat her as one of his own kind. Two of these aliens going at it in earnest would probably destroy the entire room.
She felt his hand reach up to knead her breast again, Riya biting her lip and arching her spine as he squeezed, even subtle movements making his swollen erection press against the walls of her slippery tunnel. She took a few more moments to get her bearings, then started to move again, bouncing on his shaft as he gripped her like a doll. She felt so uninhibited, they had crossed so many boundaries that it hardly mattered any more, and she leaned back a little to watch the bulge in her stomach grow and then recede as she rode him.
She felt his furry, sinuous tail coil around her waist suddenly, and then her stomach lurched. He lifted her off his member using his tail like a tentacle, then flipped her, rising from his prone position on the couch and dropping her into the cushions on her back. The massive alien loomed over her, casting her into deep shadow, his massive fists planted to either side of her body as she peered up at him. She realized that her sodden thighs had parted of their own accord, inviting the beast to resume his activities, he wanted her on her back apparently and as he pressed the warm head of his member against her opening she felt a fresh shiver ripple through her body.
Yes, take me, fuck me into the couch.
He leaned down and pressed his teeth against her throat, sharp and pointed like those of a carnivore, his lips sucking at her skin as he licked and kissed her. He mouthed around her neck and shoulder, tasting her sweat, pinching her with his teeth and making her writhe under this new assault. He was at once commanding and affectionate, dominating and considerate, she knew that he wouldn’t hurt her but the idea that he could was exciting and dangerous.
He gripped her by the hips, his fingers large enough to almost wrap around her waist, and pressed his erection against her loins, hot and as hard as steel as he rubbed its leaking tip up and down her vulva. He pushed inside her in one smooth motion, burying his cock to the base and driving a gasp from her lips, scouring her tunnel and sending a burst of electricity through her nervous system. Riya felt a glob of his saliva fall from his lips to splash on her chest, the great alien leering down at her as if he were about to devour some sumptuous meal, beginning to thrust in and out of her with a slow but forceful pace.
He seemed to have decided that she was ready for the main course now, but was she? She could take him as deep as he would go, and she was wetter than she had ever been, so she banished the niggling doubt that was holding her back and felt her heart flutter as she gave in to him.
Thighs quivering, she reached a finger down to rub her clitoris, swollen and slippery with her juices. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth against the harsh pleasure, that wonderful, deep ache returning as he rammed his bumpy organ into her. He panted hot breath on her face, her pelvic floor muscles struggling to accommodate him, baring his sharp teeth as her tight walls clamped around him. The friction was incredible despite the syrupy emissions that leaked wetly from her hole, veins and maddening barbs grating against her silky flesh, so tight that she could feel each and every imperfection on his shaft as he moved inside her.
She placed her hands on his belly, feeling his abdominal muscles bulge and flex as he fucked her, slamming down with enough weight to bury her in the already sodden cushions. No wonder the furniture in this room was all ruined, this wasn’t the first time someone had fucked a couch into a pile of splintered wood and torn lining.
He was just so ... huge. His shoulders were as broad as three men standing side by side, his arms like tree trunks, his weight oppressive as he pressed down on her from above. She got butterflies in her belly whenever she looked at him, he was raw and primal, a force of nature. She yelped, her back arching off the cushions as he delivered an especially powerful and penetrating blow, knocking the wind out of her as he drove his bestial member to the hilt again.
She felt an orgasm tear through her, sudden and devastating, brought on from just a few thrusts of his rigid member. Her legs snapped shut, but her thighs were blocked by his bulk, her glistening body starting to shiver and tremble as she covered her mouth with her hands to stifle her cries. He just kept going, indifferent, tearing her up as her hypersensitivity amplified the sensations a hundredfold. Her tunnel narrowed and clenched around him, closing like a vice as it massaged his length with rolling contractions, but he bared his teeth and endured it as he increased his pace.
He drew out more climaxes, again and again, almost painful as they rocked her body. She couldn’t think, she could only feel, each sensation more powerful than the last as the alien’s thick organ plunged into her. Her mind went blank as she writhed and bucked, Zagza keeping his hold on the squirming human as he pounded her into a shivering wreck. Her spine was a live wire, muscles she didn’t even know she had tingling, his organ scraping against her reaches in ways that she had never felt before.
He leaned down and dragged his rough tongue from her belly to her chest, taking one breast almost completely into his mouth and scouring the engorged nipple with licks and glances, Riya beside herself as she struggled beneath him. She was drenched in a veneer of sweat, mingling with Zagza’s viscous saliva, her thighs sticky and dripping with her own come as he rolled his hips relentlessly. She could hear it through the sound of her moans and the panting of the beast above her, an obscene squelching that emanated from their wet coupling, lewd juices flowing as he drew out her wracking orgasms. She had lost count of how many times she had come on his throbbing member, could no longer tell what fluids belonged to who, the only prevailing thought that pierced through the haze that had overtaken her mind was a longing for more.
She reached up and gripped a handful of the Polar’s soft beard, pulling him closer and pressing her lips against his, pushing her tongue into his mouth with a hunger that surprised even herself. He met her embrace, his dexterous organ so much larger than her paltry human example, filling her to capacity and subjecting her to a wanton kiss that made her head spin. She sank her fingers into the downy fur that lined his cheeks, gripping him as if trying to drag him closer, deeper. The tip of his wriggling tongue glanced her throat, another wave of pleasure washing over her as he drew out an aftershock with his steady thrusting, slower and more placating now that he was focused on the kiss. She sucked his tongue, trying to coil her own around it as it piled into her mouth like a snake, too large and mismatched for any subtlety or tact. She loved it though, it was as if the alien’s dial was always cranked to ten, incapable of making love in any way that didn’t overwhelm her.
She made out with the creature as best as she could manage, his saliva leaking from her lips as his tongue roved deeper, exploring her head and making her eyes water as it pushed into her throat. It was invasive, exciting, so large and thick that she might as well be getting spit-roasted. His copper-flavored saliva dripped from her chin in strands to wet her bust as he roved and teased, finally pulling back with a pop, looking down at the red-faced human as she smirked and returned his gaze with adoration.
Damn it Riya pull yourself together, you’re not in love, you just get all flowery when you come. Especially when you come several times in a row...
Zagza wasn’t done however, and neither was she, she had tasted the pleasures that this alien could subject her to and she wanted more. Though sore, she let him continue his slow thrusting, building his pace imperceptibly as Riya recovered from the first flurry of orgasms. Again the soreness and aching slowly subsided as her excitement began to build, and she found herself meeting his thrusts, his unwieldy member scraping against her most sensitive reaches and easing her into a renewed state of lust.
She rested her head against the faux-leather cushions, letting him press her down into them, sweat and leaking fluids making her skin slippery as she rocked back and forth underneath him. She gripped him with her thighs, feeling his soft fur brush against her, and again he leaned down to take one of her pert breasts into his mouth. His tongue coiled around the soft globe, squeezing it with surprising strength, sparks flying in her brain as its textured surface glanced her nipple. He sucked, his teeth pressing into her pliant flesh, circling the hard nub with his slimy muscle as she gritted her teeth against the stimulation. He could fit her whole boob in his mouth, painting her skin with his tongue, letting it bounce back as he released it from his lips. She took it in her hand and kneaded it roughly, sharp pangs of pleasure tickling her senses as her fingers sank into the meat, made slick by his drool.
He pinned her arms suddenly, his mammoth hands trapping her wrists against the couch, excitement coursing through her as he started to thrust harder and faster. It was enough to drive her crazy, unbecoming moans and cries that she wouldn’t have imagined that she could make escaping her pursed lips, Zagza pushing down to slam his erection into her welcoming passage with enough force that she could feel the impact reverberate through her whole body.
He went faster and faster, harder and deeper, his slaver raining down on Riya’s body as she watched him bulge her flat belly with his relentless thrusting. She could feel another orgasm creeping up on her, her hips rolling of their own accord to drive his bumpy member against her satin flesh, as if she were trying to scratch some burning itch. He was so rough with her, pounding her into the couch as its frame creaked and shook, the pressure and heat welling inside her becoming impossible to bear.
Zagza seemed to be having trouble too, his movements becoming erratic and less regular, his burning member swelling and twitching as he plunged it into her sopping loins. She could feel him getting close, every throb and every rush of blood that traveled through his absurd length translating into her satin walls, wringing him like a fist as the pair pushed each other towards a crescendo.
“C-Come in me you brute, don’t hold back ... fill me,” she mumbled. She didn’t know if he understood the words, but her tone was sultry and inviting, his eyes narrowing and his hands leaving her wrists to wrap around her waist for leverage.
“Oh! Fuck,” she exclaimed as his fingers closed around her hips and his sausage-like digits sank into the meat of her ass. His thumbs pressed on her belly from the outside, his member jamming against her tunnel from the inside, her eyes glazing over and her head rolling back as he jammed her g-spot between the two.
Her body contorted, beads of sweat flying from her caramel skin as she bucked and struggled, Zagza holding her down as a powerful climax pulsed up her spine like a lightning strike. Nobody had ever made her come like this before, it was usually an incremental process, a steady buildup that ended in her either getting herself off or sneaking a finger between her legs to help her partner in his efforts. Now she could scarcely help herself, as if the creature had merely flipped a switch, her body acting completely outside of her control as it convulsed and shook.
Zagza gave one last, grunting thrust, forcing his member as deep as it would go as her ceaseless contractions drove him over the edge. A new sensation added to her crippling orgasm, a flood of warmth that filled her in an instant, a torrent of thick ejaculate that pumped from his twitching member to swell her belly. She crooned in delight and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, burying her burning face in his furry chest, the Polar continuing to gyrate his hips and fuck the slimy mess deeper inside her. It was so gratifying, satisfying her on some primal, biological level that her conscious mind was barely aware of as he pumped her full of his seed.
She clawed at his fur with her fingers, moaning into his broad chest as his rigid member jumped inside her, it just kept coming and coming. Every time his member swelled and released a new wad of his emission into her waiting passage, the pressure forced the excess out of her in a jet, come with the consistency of jelly clinging to her thighs in clumps and pooling on the cushions beneath her butt as the Polar raised it off the couch.
As the euphoria washed over her she found herself trembling and giddy, drowning in warm afterglow as the alien withdrew, the harsh textures of his shaft drawing out another pulse of pleasure as he rested his monstrous organ on her belly and released the last of his semen to splash on her dark skin. It coated her breasts, strands of it landing on her face, Riya realizing that she was drenched inside and out in her lover’s essence. His taste, his smell, she was covered in it. She ran her fingers through the viscous mess that had pooled on her taut belly, it was clumpy and thick, she could still feel it inside her and she seethed with arousal as she imagined the load that he had emptied into her.
She sat up, ignoring the soreness in her abdominal muscles, taking his still erect member in her hands and bringing it to her mouth. She licked and sucked, stroking his shaft with her fingers, indifferent to the mess they had made as she let more of his leaking ejaculate flow over her tongue to hang from her chin in ropes. She felt his hand on her head, claws pricking her scalp as he looked down at her, nursing at the end of his cock and dripping with his fluids.
Sore and happy, Riya looked herself over, thankful that Schaffer had shown her where the showers were. If she could make it down the hallway without running into him, she should be able to get herself cleaned up.
She rose on shaky legs, collecting her flight suit and underwear from where she had discarded them on the floor, holding them at arms length to avoid getting any of the alien’s mess on the fabric. She patted Zagza on the belly, the Polar’s monstrous erection now receding.
“You’d better join me, big guy.”