Khur is using a long contraption like a back scrubber with a fine tooth comb at the end to comb the fur across his back. The sweet smell of his oil wafting towards me. I’m trying to be sneaky but as I get closer he looks over his shoulder at me and smiles, holding the contraption towards me with a hopeful look in his eyes. Without saying a word, I take it from him and comb the fur on his back down from the nape of his neck, where just a few hours ago I was desperately trying to cool him down. He lets out a pleased groan as I work in long, slow strokes down his back, until his fur is shining again and the water rolls off it in droplets.
He turns to me and brushes the hair that’s webbed across my forehead away, leaning down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. He practically has to crouch to kiss me like this and I pull away, panting.
“Let’s take this to your bed,” I say seductively, but Khur looks a little confused.
“Are you tired?”
“What? No? Oh, you know, humans generally do sexy times in bed. Sometimes we call having sex 'sleeping together'. I’m not sure why, but it seems more proper to fool around in an actual bed. Plus we have the apartment to ourselves for a while. Urzu took the kids out. We don’t have to hide in the shower.”
“Ahh, interesting. Ok, to bed we shall go. I’m sorry I don’t have any of your human shampoos in here, though.” He turns the water off with the tap of a button then pulls two fluffy towels from the stack on the counter. Internally, I send a quick apology to my hair, which will surely be a rat’s nest by the end of the night, but shrug nonetheless.
“It’s no big deal. Maybe one day we’ll have our apartment and we’ll stock it with both of our favorite things,” I say casually, testing the waters a bit.
Khur’s eyes light up at that and I realize one day may be sooner than I realize. Hoo-boy, is this relationship moving fast, but I can’t bring myself to feel too upset about it. When you’ve had as many traumatic events as I have in the last few years, you learn to find what makes you happy and grab onto it with both hands. And that’s exactly what I am going to do.
Walking towards him slowly, I crook my finger, beckoning him to lean down again, then I grab his horns and return his kiss tenfold, licking his delectable fangs and letting his wide tongue invade mymouth. When his hand finds my hips and he lifts me up into his arms, I wrap my legs around his waist the best I can—it’s like straddling a tree trunk—and let him carry me towards his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
I can feel his erection trapped between us and grind against it hungrily. His thick cock slides gloriously against my belly thanks to the growing moisture dripping out of both of us. I’m already getting wet and all we’ve done is kiss. I might feel embarrassed, except he's leaking precum copiously, too. Some sensical voice in my mind says that’s a good thing since I don’t know what they use as lube on this station, and we’re going to need a lot of it.
I hear the swish of Khur’s bedroom door behind us and then he’s lowering me to his bed, looking down at my body reverently. I have neither the patience nor the confidence for another inspection so I grab his horns again.
“I need to be really, really wet if you’re going to stretch this pussy out ‘til it can take that massive cock. I was going to suggest you start with your fingers, but your claws could do some serious damage…”
He looks at his hand as if it’s offended him, then raises up and walks over to his dresser. He pulls out a nail file, of all things, and quickly files down the pointer and middle fingers of his right hand, until they are blunt and smooth. Testing them with his tongue, he nods, satisfied with his work, and returns to the bed where he’s laid me out like a meal. And he looks starving.
“I can’t believe you did that.” I squeak, staring at the two blunt-tipped claws. They may be the sexiest claws I’ve ever seen. Everyone is going to know exactly what they are for.
“I have no need for weapons here. I would rather have tools for pleasure,” he says, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He’s so tall he may as well still be standing. It’s obvious he can see all of me as I allow my knees to part and fall to the sides.
Then he slips a newly manicured finger between my thighs and I almost come apart at that small touch. I mewl helplessly, while Khur dips into my heat and coats his finger with my slickness, then brings it up and finds my clit unerringly. He traces circles around it until I’m panting and I don’t have the heart to tell him that this is never going to stretch me.
His left hand goes to my breast and rolls the nipple between two finger pads, careful of the claws, and I can already picture him trimming all ten claws back to better please me.
“Look at you, my beautiful Destiny. I’m going to mate you in the Dhugaren tradition and then I am going to marry you in the human way so that I can touch you like this and hear your pretty noises every night.”
His sweet words kindle my pleasure even hotter and with a force that surprises me, I’m coming and he slides that glorious finger inside me in one quick motion, crooking it up a bit to hit that perfect spot. My eyes squeeze shut as he prolongs my pleasure with slow movements. I'm so wet there's hardly any resistance as he starts to work my pussy faster, rubbing my G-spot with each thrust of his hand.
On the last waves of my first orgasm, a second one hits and Khur pulls back and slides the second finger in, this time working in quick, short movements until I feel my walls stretching almost painfully tight around him. The sense of fullness is blissful, but also unbearable. I can feel how tightly I’m gripping his digits and the walls of my pussy arestarting to burn from the stretch. I open my eyes again and he's right above me, one hand on the bed next to me, holding himself above me, while the other explores my most intimate places.
“Khur, stop, it’s so much. I need a second,” I beg.
Instantly, my big yeti stops but doesn’t withdraw. Good, I need a moment to adjust and try to relax a bit. I say as much and just lie there panting for a few minutes. All the while he’s showering me with praise and compliments and if I had any sense left I would be concerned about how one-sided this particular session is, but instead I just reach up and stroke the soft fur along his jaw, trying to breathe and relax around the invasion between my legs. His two fingers together are thicker than any human penis I’ve ever seen, and they still aren’t as wide as his cock. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, that’s for sure, but tonight? I’m not stopping for anything. I tug against his face, pulling it towards me, and he places a tender kiss on my lips before slipping his fingers a centimeter further in.
“You ready?”
I nod, my eyes meeting his just inches above me, and then he starts again, using his palm to grind against my clit as he slowly works his fingers inside of me. Shockingly, I feel another orgasm starting to build as his fingers inch closer to the perfect spot deep inside me again, but as I get closer and closer, my pussy clenches tighter and tighter, making the pain and pleasure mingle inside me.
“Relax, Destiny, breathe. I got you. I’m going to get you there again. You don’t need to do anything at all. I’m going to take care of you.”
As if sensing my need to come again and the way my body was straining for it, Khur knows exactly what to say to help. I force myself to relax as much as possibly, relinquishing control to my big, beautifulalien, and falling into the dark chocolate pools of his eyes. His movements are tender, unhurried, as he works my body towards its pinnacle once more. I squeeze my eyes shut against the force of the orgasm that rocks through me, but Khur brings his free hand to my head.
“Open your eyes, beautiful. I want to see everything.”
Almost against my own will, my eyes open and find his, and he slows the pace of his hand between my legs even more, watching my face as he brings me to the highest peak of pleasure there is then slowly, reverently, back down again. He scissors his fingers a few times while they're still deep inside me and I squirm around them. It’s no longer too tight but I’m so sensitive that every nerve ending feels like it’s being electrocuted and I think if I come again I might go insane. He withdraws them slowly, kissing my cheeks and lips and working his way slowly down to my breasts, my soft stomach and then finally he kisses the tops of my thighs sweetly.
“Holy shit, Khur, that was… amazing doesn’t seem like a good enough word. That was indescribable.”
His grin is all masculine smugness as he lifts me bridal style and carries me back into the bathroom.
