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🕑 Added 2025-05-22 02:19:30 +0000 UTC2k words
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“Egg-layer?” he asked.
Samiha answered by rocking her hips, swaying them from left to right, stirring him inside her. Her movements were small, barely even visible, but they translated into electric sparks for his suffocating member, Cadell grunting as her walls started to grind against him in strange, new directions.
His eyes traced her curves, drinking in her details without abandon. He had admired her a couple times in the past, but their mutual disdain of one another had quickly turned his thoughts elsewhere. Now he could admire her developed, alien body without any restrictions, and Cadell planned on taking advantage while they had the time.
His hands snaked up to her rounded hips, loving the way her soft feathers yielded beneath his digits. Her drew shapes on her hourglass waist, feeling her muscular tunnel twitch around his cock in response. Her hips were as thick around as a barrel, trimming into a smaller waist as her torso travelled upwards, her body more similar to an ancient Greek statue than a regular human’s. Everything about her was so upscaled, doubled in size, Cadell feeling like he was mating with a giant.
She was still wearing her singlet, Cadell reaching below the hem to explore more of her. His palms roamed towards her belly, transitioning from her smooth mound to a flat surface. He couldn’t tell if she had any abs beneath her coat, but he felt steely muscles tense up at his touch, muscles flowing there like a liquid. Samiha sucked in a gasp as he pushed his thumbs into the place above her nethers, touching the outside of where her g-spots were.
As his hands travelled higher towards her stomach, he couldn’t’ get much further than that, the Balokarids towering away from him as she straddled his waist in an upright position. Samiha caught where he was looking, the two globes of flesh protruding from her chest consuming all his attention.
She eased his hands away from under her shirt, reaching down to pull the at the hem, her clothes catching on her magnificent body as she pulled it over her head, obscuring her face for a moment. Cadell had always wondered if the aliens did indeed possess breasts, and as she lifted the singlet away, eh got his answer.
Like two volleyballs, a pair of mounds fought against her singlet as it peeled away, exposing first the undersides before they bounced into view. They wobbled in a way that set his male urges alight, settling neatly on her chest in a familiar, teardrop shape. Like the rest of her, they were covered in a sleek layer of feathers the colour of rust, maybe a little more on the orange side, giving them a fluffy appearance. He couldn’t see any nipples, the two globes smooth and featureless, but they were probably concealed beneath the stalks somewhere.
She’d hinted that Balokarids were egg-layers, and yet she had a familiar bosom and a familiar entrance, too. Nothing about it made sense, yet he had to remind himself that she came from a planet untouched by humanity or its assumptions. And it wasn’t like he was complaining, anyway, he’d never seen a bosom on a scale like hers before, each one bigger than his head. That wasn’t to say they were oversized, they seemed fitting on her massive frame.
“How do I fare to one of your human women?” Samiha asked, her arms slowly crawling up to cover up her chest, perhaps her inexperience was making her self-conscious. Cadell reached up to part her hands, flashing her a grin.
“You fare just fine,” he replied. “Though this is a little… unexpected. Didn’t you say Balokarids lay eggs?”
“Yes, but our young hatch rather quickly, and it’s the mother’s job to feed them nutrients as they mature.”
“Huh. Weird.”
“What do you know of weird?” Samiha chuckled. “You’re the male with the nipples and yet they serve no purpose, now that is weird.”
“We’ll just have to agree we’re both weird creatures then.”
“Is that a bad, or good thing?”
“Come on down here and I’ll show you.”
Samiha leaned over him, inadvertently lodging him deeper inside her vent, the two of them sharing a gasp as though the ambient temperature had just plummeted. Once her chest was in range, he brought his hands up to cup them from below, their weight taking him off-guard. It was like trying to lift a balloon filled with water, her feathery flesh spilling between his fingers and around his palms, easily the softest part of her lean body.
“Krawt! D-Do not grip so hard!” Samiha gasped in surprise. “They are sensitive!”
“Sorry,” Cadell murmured, softening his hold on her, but not letting go either. He alternated his movements, bunching one breast up while letting the other fall, switching between the two every now and then, Samiha’s eyes slowly shutting at he took his time. The springy flesh always fought to return to their alluring, teardrop shape, the sensitive tissue deep beneath her skin strong enough to keep them pert and shapely.
Samiha let out a small chirp, one that he could tell was satisfying. She looked to be in a state of bliss, but that didn’t mean she left their conjoined hips forgotten. She seemed to be able to move her hips independently of the rest of her, her waist remaining level as she drove his member deep into her tunnel, twisting and grinding while the rest of her remained as stable as a gyroscope. She was still only moving a couple inches at a time, nothing that would bring him closer to his second climax. Whether she was just relishing the feeling of him being inside her, or was trying to tease him, he didn’t know or really care.
He dug deeper into her feathery layer, his first set of joints disappearing as he searched her bosom further. About where he expected them to be, he felt two protrusion graze his fingers, her hard nipples contrasting against all the soft and malleable flesh. He gently applied pressure to one, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Mmrahh…” Samiha warbled. “That feels good…”
He pinched the other protrusion, rewarded by a fresh squeeze of her walls, his cock enveloped in a contracting pocket that was making him harder than he’d ever been. Cadell was worried he was being too rough, but her avian chirps and soft gasps put such worries to rest. He had to remember she was far stronger than any human bodybuilder, she could handle a bit of roughhousing from his human fingers.
Samiha leaned into his touch, encouraging him to continue, but Cadell had other ideas. He pushed his face into her cleave, her soft feathers enveloping all sides of his vision, her feminine smell mixed with the herb filling his nose. She looked down on him with wide, questioning eyes as he buried his face in her bountiful flesh, her quiet laughter translating into him as she rested her beak on his hair.
“To think I was worried we would be too different for this kind of attraction to be possible,” Samiha thought aloud. “Thank the sands I brought the herb to the steakhouse.”
Cadell pushed his chin into her feathers, putting his face in the place where his hand was. It was a little tricky getting past all her feathers, but his lips soon found her nipple, and he drew it into his mouth, and immediately he felt her insides squeeze around his length.
“Oh, Mitch…” Samiha moaned, his heart racing at her sultry voice. When was the last time she’d referred to him by his given name? Had she ever? He flicked out his tongue, lasing her nipple with a teasing stroke, gently sealing his lips over it and blowing warm air on her.
Samiha stretched down until she was practically lying on top of him, bunding his head in her arms and pressing him deeper into her bosom in a silent plea for more. Cadell wouldn’t call himself a romantic in the sheets, he wasn’t all that much more experienced than Samiha was, and yet the alien was so receptive to his attentions, reacting like he was far better at this than he gave himself credit for. He’d thought he’d have trouble satisfying someone of her size, but they seemed to be getting along just fine, the boost in confidence causing Cadell to redouble his efforts.
He lashed and batted at her nipple, introducing his teeth and biting down on her, more of her bird-like caws filling the bedroom. He switched over to her other breast, giving it the same kind of attention as the first, Cadell shivering as Samiha stroked his scalp with her nails as she enjoyed him.
“Deserts preserve me, that tongue of yours…” Samiha said, the odd saying lost on him. “I love it when you curl it so the flat side is... Yes, just like that…”
His hands roamed while his tongue did its thing, testing her firm rump and thighs with gentle squeezes, Cadell feeling on odd, grainy texture prick his digits. Some sort of sand or dust was painting his fingerprints, where was it coming from? A memory far in the back of his head told him he knew the answer, but he was too focused on his lover to bring much attention to it.
After a little while, her hands stopped their stroking to grip him, Samiha peeling him away from her chest. She pushed him back onto the mattress, her amber eyes looming over him.
“Your tongue is too good for me,” she said. “I will not last long with it. I want to enjoy our first mating as much as I can, Cadell…”
Still pinning him by the chest, her long body rose away, putting more weight on his hips as she dug onto his lap. Her entrance was like a ring around his base, so unbelievably tight that he feared she might cut off his blood flow if he was any bigger.
She let her beak part slightly as she slid forward on his member, driving him deeper inside her towards her front. He could feel that pocket of slimy nubs that were her sweet spots grinding against the front of his glans, one of the slick protrusions catching on his foreskin.
She rocked her hips in a see-sawing motion, grounding him against her most intimate area, seeming to enjoy the way his throbbing flesh pulsed against it. When she was satisfied, she slid backward, her nethers conforming to his curved shape as her insides wringed and clenched. Her passage was a completely different angle to his human cock, and there was some discomfort on both ends as they struggled to accommodate each other. Cadell really had no business being inside this alien, mother nature hadn’t foreseen this outcome, but each pang of pain was chased by pleasure tenfold, and they making it work slowly but surely.
“Can I go faster?” Samiha breathed. “Can you handle it?”
“Yeah, go for it. Just try not to crush me.”
“I would never harm you,” Samiha replied.
She ground against him, upping her pace, making short figures of eight against him. Her feathers bristled and shifted as he speared into her sensitive anatomy, the stalks rising and falling as though affected by a breeze only Samiha could feel. Her amber eyes burned with desire, meeting his with such intensity that he felt butterflies in his stomach whenever he looked at her face.
She concentrated her thrusts around her clitoris, ensuring it rubbed against his length in the harshest of ways. The sensation was like three little tongues probing at his tip, Cadell grunting whenever the slimy nodules grazed him. Perhaps it was a mistake to let one of his squadmates see him in such a compromising state, Samiha would be technically under his command soon enough, but he wanted her to see him at his most honest, he was comfortable enough to show her this side of him, consequences be damned.
Her grinding movements were driving him mad, a familiar pressure building up inside his core, but it was slow on the uptake. He needed more, and if Samiha wanted to be on top, he needed to show her how.
“You can lift off me you know,” Cadell said, Samiha clocking her head like she did when he always said something she didn’t understand.
“Lift off?” she said. “How do you mean?”
He demonstrated by gripping her love handles, encouraging her to raise her legs, her rump leaving his thighs. Inches of his lengths lid out of her, her dark flesh standing out against his pink as ropes of her fluids leaked out to pool at his base, Cadell having plugged more of it than he would have expected. A tremor rocked them both as the feeling of him raking down her folds assaulted the pair, Samiha cawing while Cadell moaned.
When she reached the rib of his glans, he told her to pause, and then she gently lowered herself back down, Cadell’s vision darkening around the edges as her entrance sealed against his belly once more. Samiha’s headdress recoiled violently, the Balokarid warbling a strong of words he couldn’t understand. She settled with her clitoris’ teasing his tip, the way she seemed to control them with her pelvic muscles only enhancing the currents of pleasure already dancing up Cadell’s body.
She looked down at him with a mix of awe and disbelief, a similar reaction to when he had given her head. Perhaps Balokarids didn’t mate like that, the shape of their males must not allow it.
