Chapter 7: Royal Flush

Kofe didn’t quite understand what was happening. Miller had been ready to crack, he had been leaning into her arms, his erection tenting the fabric of his towel in an unspoken invitation. Just when she thought that she had gotten the better of him, and that he was about to beg her to relieve his mounting pressure, he had stopped the encounter dead in its tracks. Upon leaving the booth, he had seemed perfectly calm and collected, in full control of himself despite the torture that she had subjected him to.

She hadn’t gotten the massage wrong, had she? No, the information about human anatomy that she had studied while planning the trip to the sauna had been accurate. He had responded very strongly to her touch, he had been about ready to collapse by the end of it. Yet the desired result had not been achieved, he still resisted her advances. There was nowhere that she could take things from here. What could be more personal and provocative than sharing a sauna and a shower, what could be more intimate than having their hands all over each other’s soaking wet bodies?

What was she going to do now? The little human just became more and more attractive as time went on. Not only was he as sly as any Polar, but now he seemed indifferent to her seductive powers. It was driving her crazy. She couldn’t concentrate at work, she couldn’t sleep without getting herself off first, as it was the only way to drive the thoughts of him to the back of her mind. This didn’t happen to Polars, they never found themselves in such a situation because a fellow Polar would have no reason to refuse a fumble in the sleeping pile.

She wasn’t wired for this, her head was going to explode if she didn’t get her way soon.

Kofe danced on the spot as she struggled into her shorts, Miller’s back turned to her as he pulled on his overalls. They had dried off, and they were getting dressed in the now ventilated sauna room. Soon they would be heading to a restaurant, or maybe a food stand to get something to eat. What then? Miller was obviously not displeased, or he would not have invited her out to eat. That was how humans expressed their interest, according to the forums that she had scoured for information, by inviting their prospective mate out to dinner. That had been the purpose of their date at the restaurant, the first time that Jeff had conceded that they were courting.

She knew that he was attracted to her, it radiated from him, expressed through every lingering glance and every flush of his cheeks. She wanted him, she had told him so plainly, but it still hadn’t happened yet. As much as she enjoyed spending time with him, Borealans were sexual creatures, it was like being deprived of an essential nutrient.

Once they were both dressed, Kofe thanked the woman behind the counter, and they headed out onto the torus. The artificial breeze caught her long hair, blowing it gently as Jeff walked along beside her. He seemed unusually chipper. He was always gruff and reserved, that was one of the things that she liked about him, but now he was especially hard to read.

For the first time, she no longer felt in control of the situation. The little human ... could he be beating her at her own game?

Miller had made up his mind, he was going to take control of the situation. If he and Kofe were going to get serious, then he wanted it to be on his terms. More importantly, he wanted Kofe to know that. She seemed somewhat deflated as she walked beside him, her ears and tail sagging a little, perhaps disappointed that her ploy in the sauna had failed. In reality, she had very nearly succeeded, but Miller was made of stern stuff. It took an iron will to repair a hull breach on the outside of a spinning torus that couldn’t be disabled for maintenance, only a pair of magnetic boots preventing you from being flung into space like a piece of gravel from a tire.

She would soon cheer up, however, he would see to that.

The giant lamps in the ceiling of the station were getting dim now, it would soon be night, and the bustling throngs that usually clogged the walkways were thinning out as the station’s inhabitants returned to their homes. Miller knew that there was an ice cream stand near where the tourist quarter ended and the residential quarter began, so the pair stopped there on their way back. Ice cream cones in hand, they sat on a nearby bench to eat, Kofe licking at her melon-sized blob of vanilla as she shifted her weight around. It was human-sized seating, and so she had to crouch low, the frame creaking under her weight as she leaned forward to avoid the fronds of a poorly placed tree.

“They really need to stop putting these plants around the benches,” she grumbled, batting away the pointed leaves with her hand. “Would it kill them to put in some seating that a Borealan can use without being stabbed in the face by an Earth plant?”

Miller wasn’t too comfortable either, Kofe’s round thighs spreading to press him up against the armrest, occupying a space that would have seated four. He held his ice cream cone out of harm’s way as she wriggled, the wood creaking its displeasure. She finally seemed satisfied, concentrating on her massive treat, her long tongue snaking out of her mouth to drag its rough surface across the frozen dessert. The barbs left trails like a rake in sand, Kofe smacking her lips happily as she ate.

“I had fun today,” Miller said, Kofe pausing her licking to glance down at him.

“You did?” she asked.

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll stop at your place for a nightcap before I head home.”

“But I live downspin of you,” Kofe replied, “we’d be passing your apartment...” She trailed off, realizing that she was arguing against spending more time with Miller. “Sure,” she added, “we can hang out some more. Don’t you have work tomorrow though?”

“I’ll survive. Worst case scenario I can sleep on your couch again. With the thermostat turned up this time, ideally.”

Kofe certainly seemed happier now, her ears were pricked up and she had a kind of excited energy about her. She would probably have been swinging her feet back and forth had the bench been high enough off the ground. Instead, her tail flicked behind them, poking through a slat in the wood and rustling the foliage in the decorative planters.

Despite the fact that her ice cream was ten times the size of his own, they finished at about the same time, Kofe extending a furry hand to him as she rose from her seat. The gesture seemed more significant than usual, Miller glancing up at her as she waited for him. The Polar liked to manhandle him, and she had never asked permission to grab his hand or to take him by the arm before.

He reached up and took her hand, Kofe pulling him to his feet and keeping a tight hold as they made their way towards the Borealan section of the residential quarter, Miller’s arm raised almost above his head to reach her.

The door to Kofe’s apartment slid open, and Miller stepped inside, his companion squeezing through behind him. The interior lights turned on automatically, and Miller noticed that it was a little warmer than the last time that he had been there, confirming his suspicion that she had intentionally lowered the thermostat in order to get him into bed. Everything looked the same as it had before, save for a model spaceship that was displayed prominently on her coffee table.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Kofe said as she walked over to the kitchen, “do you want anything to drink?”

“I’ll have some coffee,” he replied, and she reached towards a shelf above the counter to retrieve the ground beans.

“I’ll assume that you’re not talking about me,” she chuckled. She upended the container into a coffee maker, the machine beginning to whir as she turned it on. Miller felt oddly nervous, and there was a kind of awkward tension in the air. Kofe seemed to have taken his rejection in the shower as just that, a rejection, rather than a postponement of affection until a more appropriate time. Miller wanted to take the initiative, he was poised like a tiger ready to pounce, waiting for the right moment to make his move. If he didn’t tell her how he felt soon, he might explode.

“How do you like it?” she asked, her back to him as she leaned on the counter and waited for the machine to do its work. “Do you take it with cream or sugar?”

“I like it very sweet,” he replied, crossing the open-plan apartment and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Fluffy and persistent, outgoing to the point that it’s annoying, about eight-feet tall...”

The Polar stood as straight as a board, the fur on her tail puffing up in surprise as he pushed his face into the small of her back, his hands delving into the tire of her belly that protruded over her tight shorts. Hugging her was a struggle and almost beyond the span of his arms, but he did his best, taking in the fruity smell of her fur as his face sank into her like citrus-scented quicksand.

He had taken her off-guard it seemed, perhaps she hadn’t expected him to be the one to move things along after all of his resistance to her advances. Slowly her muscles relaxed, her tail returning to its usual dimensions, and he felt her massive hands encompass his own as he clung to her. It was like wearing a pair of furry mittens, her soft coat trapping his body heat. Her tail curled around him, returning the embrace even as he stood behind her. She hesitated, the usually talkative alien now lost for words, struggling to formulate a response as he clung to her.

“Where’s this coming from?” Kofe finally asked, disbelief in her voice. “I was beginning to think that you really weren’t attracted to me after what happened in the sauna.”

“Of course I’m attracted to you,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by her fur. “How could I not be? I just ... wanted it to be my choice. I wanted to wait until I was ready before things got too serious.”

“We could have fooled around without things getting serious,” she said, but Miller shook his head.

“Not me,” he replied, “I’m a one-woman kind of guy.”

“I’m a lot of woman so you’re getting a good deal,” Kofe giggled, her relief evident.

“I have a lot of lost time to make up for, so I need as much woman as I can get.”

“So all this time ... you were resisting me, even though you wanted me?” Her tail seemed to tighten around him possessively, as if afraid that he might escape her clutches.

“That about sums it up, yeah. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head these last few days, I almost lost my mind in the shower earlier. And when you kissed me in the apartment ... not a minute has gone by that mind hasn’t wandered back to that moment. I guess you grew on me ... in more ways than one.”

“They do say that coffee is an acquired taste,” she joked, trying to diffuse the tension with humor. For all of her attempts at seduction, she was oddly stilted, perhaps Polars were not accustomed to heartfelt confessions. “And here I was thinking that I had you wrapped around my finger,” she continued, “but I guess I’ve been upstaged. Maybe your poker face isn’t so bad after all...”

She spun around, wrapping her massive arms around him and lifting him clear off the floor. His work boots dangled a couple of feet off the ground as she pressed him into her bust, Miller sinking deep into the copious meat of her breasts like they were trying to eat him, Kofe squeezing the air out of his lungs and mewling happily.

“Oh Jeff, I wanted this so badly, I was starting to think that you’d never come around!”

She waved him back and forth as she hugged him tight against her body, the fluffy fur on her chest tickling his nose as he sucked in what air he could, the giant alien forgetting her strength for a moment. She realized that she was crushing him, loosening her hold a little and laughing abashedly.

“Sorry, you kind of took me by surprise with this whole thing. Look at you, you little predator, just lying in wait for the perfect moment...”

She deposited him on the countertop, brushing him off, and then her excited expression turned sordid. Her heavy breasts rested in his lap, practically bursting through the thin fabric of her striped t-shirt as she drew closer, hooking one of her fluffy hands behind his head and leaning him back. Her soft lips pressed against his, her winding tongue slipping into his mouth as she subjected him to a deep and lascivious kiss. Her copper taste was all that he could focus on, chased by an aftertaste of vanilla from the ice cream that she had eaten earlier, Miller doing his best to meet her embrace despite their difference in size.

Her tongue was so impossibly agile and dexterous. Its deft and gentle movements had all the artistry of a painter’s brush, shivers running down his spine like roaming fingertips as she licked and stroked. Kofe moaned softly, her own arousal perhaps getting the better of her, Miller’s growing erection pushing into the meat of her bust through her clothing. He had no doubt that she felt it, but that didn’t matter anymore.

For the first time he felt like he didn’t have to mount any resistance, he was unreserved, completely open to her. She drew shapes on the roof of his mouth and bulged his cheeks, licking him from the inside, teasing him with the rough surface of her tongue before soothing him with the wet satin of its underside. It was so slippery, coated in her metallic saliva, irresistible as it wormed its way deeper.

He felt it glance the back of his throat, a kiss so deep and intense that it made his eyes water, but Miller didn’t care. He wanted this, he wanted everything that she could give him no matter how overwhelming it might be. He wanted Kofe, and whatever that entailed would be worth the price of admission.

She rumbled appreciatively as he combed the downy fur on her cheeks with his fingers, cradling her head, the giant feline purring like an engine. Just like the blood that was pumping through his face and turning it a deep shade of crimson, Kofe could not disguise her excitement, the resonance was practically shaking the counter beneath him.

She pulled back with a wet smack, the thin strand of saliva that linked their lips breaking and falling to her bust as her tongue slithered out of his mouth, giving him a moment to catch his breath. Her blue eyes were so intense, like shining sapphires, her pupils dilated into dark circles like a cat that was watching a bird through a window. She stroked his hair, pricking his scalp with her claws in the way that she had in the shower, knowing that he liked it.

His eyelids fluttered, a drawn-out sigh escaping from his lips as she rubbed his head. His hands were trembling, his legs too. What had come over him? He felt like his heart was about to break through his ribs and skip across the kitchen floor under its own power. Kofe couldn’t keep her paws off him, running her clawed fingers through his hair, her other hand crawling across his back. She kissed him again, this time a rapid, desperate flurry of quick pecks that left him dazed.

“We should really take this to the bedroom,” she whispered, “or I’m going to need to throw out these shorts. You have no idea how hard it is to find clothes that fit me...”

“Anything I need to know about first?” Miller asked, blushing as Kofe stifled a chuckle with the back of her hand.

“No, I don’t have any surprises down there. Promise.”

“Do we need like ... protection?”

“Don’t worry, you can’t get me pregnant. You’re welcome to try though...”

She extended her hand to him again, as she had at the bench, and he took it. The Polar led him to the door that separated the bedroom from the rest of the apartment, the panel sliding open and the lights inside turning on automatically. She released Miller and clapped her hands together a couple of times, the computer dimming the yellow glow to set a more romantic mood. She lifted Miller off the floor like a doll and deposited him on the edge of her bed, his feet not even touching the ground, then she began to undress.

Kofe was putting on a show for him, hooking her fingers beneath her shirt and lifting it painfully slowly, teasing him. Her striped top carried her heavy breasts with it until they fell out from under its support, the furry globes bouncing like they were made of gelatin. Miller could get a look at them without having to feign propriety now, his eyes playing over her sumptuous bust as it settled. Despite their massive weight, they somehow maintained their shape, as soft as putty but round and enticing. Her erect, pink nipples protruded from beneath her pristine fur, drawing his gaze.

Kofe cupped her boobs in her large hands, her delicate fat spilling through her fingers and over her palms like they were made of melting wax, her digits sinking deep in their plush surface as she kneaded and squeezed. She pressed them together, her cleavage so deep that it could very nearly encompass his body, presenting them to him as if in invitation.

She released them, letting them bounce as they hung from her chest, gravity taking hold of them again. Her hands slid down her torso, tracing the voluptuous curves of her body, pausing for a moment to delve into the tire of her belly that protruded over the waistline of her skin-tight shorts. It looked just as soft and as inviting at her breasts, like she was smuggling a padded body pillow under a fur coat.

She lifted her paunch with one hand in order to access the button that fastened her denim shorts beneath it. The garment was made of stern stuff. The single button and the zipper beneath it must have the tensile strength of a damned suspension cable, judging by how her massive body strained against the material. She popped the button, and the zipper tore open of its own accord, exposing a tuft of the same white fur that was present all over her body. No underwear, the extra layer probably made her too hot...

Kofe swung her wide hips back and forth like a pendulum, struggling to pull the garment over her round thighs, the tight fabric digging into her satin flesh and creating small muffin tops. She was so inhumanly soft, her body molding around anything that it came into contact with. She eventually succeeded, stepping out of her shorts and standing before Miller nude, in all her glory. Her fluffy tail waved back and forth behind her, and he could see that her breathing was quickening as her abundant chest rose and fell. It was from arousal, not exertion, her lids drooping as her blue eyes locked onto him.

He made to unfasten his yellow overalls, but she took a step forward and reached down to stay his hand.

“Let me,” she said, plucking at the buttons with her clawed fingers. She undid the braces, and the upper section fell away, revealing the collared shirt beneath it. Wasting no time, she hurriedly fumbled with the buttons, tearing open the garment and exposing his naked torso. With a gentle hand on his chest, she leaned him back on the bed until he was lying down with his legs hanging off the edge of the mattress, Miller sighing as she planted a lingering kiss on his belly.

She tugged down his overalls, pausing to pull off his boots, then dragged them off and discarded them on the floor. The sweatpants that he was wearing beneath them went too, until only his underwear was left, a conspicuous bulge drawing her attention. He flinched as she planted another wet kiss on his hip, crawling towards the elastic waistband of his shorts, her long hair falling across his belly and tickling his skin. He couldn’t see past it, he could only feel the sensation of her soft lips and her rough tongue as it flicked across his inner thigh, the Polar teasing him ruthlessly.

He couldn’t resist delving his fingers into her slate-grey locks, rubbing her scalp and scratching her ears in the way that he knew drove her wild. She shivered, faltering as he rolled the furry membrane of her round ear between his thumb and index finger, Kofe leaning her weight on the bed and making the frame creak. She seemed to sink towards the floor, weak at the knees as her rumbling purr shook his bones, her warm breath blowing across his groin as she panted.

She seemed to composed herself again, resuming her work, Miller tensing as he felt her sharp claws graze his skin on their way beneath his waistband. She hooked the fabric and pulled it down, the elastic catching on his erection for a moment before it bounced free, bobbing in the air an inch from her nose. He felt her breath on the tip, Kofe parting her hair so that he could see her reflective eyes staring up at him.

Her fingers curled around his shaft, her hand large enough to envelop it entirely, the velvet fur that now encompassed him brushing against his glans. It was like being teased with a silken glove, her fur was so strikingly delicate and fine, brushing against his member as it pulsed and throbbed in her palm. She was so much larger than him, and he started to feel a little self-conscious.

“Is that ... enough for you?” Miller asked sheepishly, Kofe chuckling as she squeezed his member gently in her hand.

“Polar males probably aren’t as large as you’re picturing,” she replied, “don’t worry about that. I have more than enough to work with here...”

She seemed so confident now, a dramatic change from how flustered she had been in the kitchen when he had confessed his feelings to her. The bedroom was her domain, and she knew exactly what to do with him, Miller able to do little more than sit back and watch. She began to stroke softly, her pace excruciatingly slow as she ran her fluffy fingers up and down his length. She pulled back his foreskin, using the fleshy pad on the tip of her thumb to make lazy circles on his glans, the stimulation making him curl his toes.

“It’s so different from ours,” Kofe muttered, biting her lip with her sharp teeth as she played with him. “Ours are kind of a red color, with no skin protecting them, pretty veiny. Yours is so smooth...”

She began to pump her hand a little faster, Miller’s hips starting to thrust into the warm fur of her palm, exquisitely soft against his skin. He hadn’t imagined that it would feel this way, it was so luxurious, Kofe matching his pace as he bucked into her fist.

“Don’t worry, I know what to do,” she whispered. “My friend who works down at the clinic has a human partner, and she told me what he likes...”

Miller’s cheeks flushed as he imagined the aliens sitting down to a meal and discussing such topics. Was there a whole social network of Borealans on the station who shared interspecies sex tips and methods for getting humans into bed? Based on what he knew about Kofe, the prospect didn’t surprise him in the least.

With her free hand, she dragged her claws across his thigh, careful to only apply enough pressure that it tickled rather than cutting him as she roamed up towards his groin. She cupped his balls in her fluffy palm, a pleasant shiver passing through his body. It felt surprisingly good, better even than her hand as it slid up and down his shaft, pleasure coursing through him like an electrical current as she stroked them.

“Does that feel good?” Kofe asked, watching him with a warm smile as he twitched and bucked on the sheets.

“Yeah,” he gasped, her smile turning into a toothy grin.

“You’re too fucking cute,” she growled, resuming her stroking and pumping as she watched him intently. He almost couldn’t make eye contact with her, it made his heart skip, his member jumping in time with it as she buried it in her hand. “I don’t want you coming too quickly now, let me know if you get close. I want to enjoy this, I want to watch you writhe about for a while...”

He relaxed on the bed, every squeeze of her fingers making sparks fly in his brain, his eyelids fluttering as he stared at the ceiling in an attempt to stave off the pleasure. He had heard someone say that you should do math problems during sex to take your mind off it if you wanted to last longer. He tried to imagine the equations in his head, but he couldn’t think straight, the feeling of her silky fur as she teased his balls drawing all of his focus.

She kissed his hip again, her puffy lips pressing against his skin and sucking to leave a red welt, Kofe seeming to enjoy the way that it lingered on his body.

“You have such smooth skin,” she mused, removing her hand from his balls and resting her cheek in her palm as she continued her slow handjob. Her pose was so casual, her elbow leaning on the bed beside him like a student at her desk, her head cocked slightly as she watched his member leak a bead of clear fluid. “I can see your muscles moving beneath the surface every time you twitch...”

His eyes widened as she brought her lips down towards the tip of his erection, pursing them as she kissed it, a wave of pleasure rocking him. Her touch was so light and gentle, and somehow that made it all the more unbearable, the alien batting her long lashes at him as she drank in his reaction.

“Hang on,” he said, and she paused to look up at him. “Your tongue is a little ... rough, and your teeth...”

“Do you trust me?” Kofe asked.

“I guess so, yeah.”

“Then lie back and let me take care of you.”

He did as she asked, taking handfuls of the thin sheets that covered her bed as he felt those smooth, wet lips slide over his tender glans. Her mouth was so warm, her lips so much larger than those of any human, but they didn’t feel any different. The lining was no less silky, her saliva no less slippery, gliding against his sensitive flesh to produce a wonderful sensation that made his head spin. She sucked on the tip, trapping it between her lips, drawing on it rhythmically as he squirmed.

He had seen her tongue before, had it in his mouth. The prospect of its exaggerated length was exciting, but he feared those rough barbs. The upper surface of the organ was lined with what was essentially sandpaper. He would just have to trust that her friend had given her good advice...

Something that felt like satin soaked in personal lubricant glanced him, and his spine arched off the bed, Miller gritting his teeth against the surge of pleasure. It was the tapered tip of her tongue, she was using the smooth underside to paint his glans with her thick saliva, making circles as she lapped at it like a lollipop.

“Oh God...” Miller groaned, the sensation getting the better of him as he reached down and took handfuls of her hair. Encouraged by his strong reaction, she crawled her lips a little lower, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue coiled around him, the Polar careful to keep the barbed side away from his member as she encompassed his length in warm, silky flesh.

It moved ceaselessly, sliding and twitching as it wrapped around him, surprisingly strong. It tightened like a rope as her saliva escaped her lips to roll down his shaft, Miller clinging to her hair for dear life as if afraid that he might float away. Kofe glanced up at him, her reflective eyes flashing in the low light, and then she pushed him deeper. Her velvet cheeks pressed around him as she sucked, smooth and slick, like she was pressing two satin cushions against his skin. Her warmth penetrated him to the core, the heat reaching past the barrier of his flesh, his glans bumping against the back of her throat as her lips sealed around the base.

He loosed a bestial grunt, his abdominal muscles clenching of their own accord to make him sit upright as a searing bolt of pleasure wracked him. Kofe seemed undeterred by the violent throbbing of his member as it jumped in her mouth, lashing it with deft strokes of her tongue, Miller’s eyes glazing over as ecstasy surged through him like an electrical current.

She swallowed him deeper in a very literal sense, the muscles of her throat seizing him with all the strength of a fist and dragging him down, the rhythmic contractions massaging him in cruel waves. He could feel every spasm as she drank, his most sensitive anatomy encased by rippling flesh that was softer and smoother than anything that he had experienced before. His glans was being massaged by her narrow throat while her cheeks sealed around his shaft, her tongue teasing him with quick flicks and licks as it darted about in her mouth. It was almost too much to stand. He hadn’t been in her mouth for more than a minute, and there was already a familiar pressure rising inside him.

“S-Slow down,” he stammered, and she slid her puffy lips back up his shaft. She paused with them locked around the tip, mouthing softly as she looked up at him through the curtain of her hair.

“Sorry, is it too much?”

“Oh fuck, don’t apologize,” he laughed giddily. “Just go a little slower, I’m ... not used to this.”

“My little man likes it slow? As you wish...”

She returned her pink lips to his glans, teasing him with painfully slow kisses and drawn-out licks, using the smooth underside of her dexterous tongue to stroke it. Her thick saliva made her contact so wonderfully slippery, strings of it hanging from her chin as she nursed at the end of his erection.

She cupped his balls again, squeezing them gently and letting her fine fur tickle him, watching him with her blue eyes to gauge his reaction. Kofe was so doting, loving, as if she delighted in making him feel this way. It filled him with an odd kind of warmth and excitement, like she had kindled a fire in his belly.