by S M Matthews
I can feel every one of those ridges as he slides back into me, filling me again. It feels incredible, and my mouth drops open as I moan.
His top cock bumps along my folds and catches against my clit. My hips are trying to twist towards Ceph, to press that other cock more into my folds. With every slow thrust I feel my insides clench at that ridged cock. The bumps hitting my sensitive entrance every time, making my core tighten with a building orgasm. The occasional bumping against my clit is just ratcheting me up faster.
Ceph is sucking and licking at my nipples and breasts. I feel the occasional nip of his teeth, finally feeling his claws on my ass as he grips me. I can feel the tiny needle-pricks as his claws pierce my skin.
All my muscles clench as I try and find the leverage I want, pressing my shoulders into the wall.
Ceph brings his head up out of the way so that he can press his chest flat to mine, he nuzzles into the side of my neck, making me tilt my head to allow space for him. He continues to give long licks along my neck, punctuated with quick stinging nips. He presses against me harder, flattening me more against the wall, forcing my legs ever so slightly more apart. It presses his upper cock more against me, and it rubs through my folds, the ridges brushing against my clit, giving me the last push over the edge into my orgasm. I bury my hands deeply into Ceph’s fur, needing something to hold onto. My hips buck on their own as waves of my orgasm makes my pussy spasm on his still thrusting cock. He becomes more erratic with his thrusting, pounding so hard now my back is shifting against the wet wall.
He shifts again, throwing his head back and letting out a long, rolling growl as he cums. I can feel the vibration from it in my chest, his trusts becoming shallow and half hearted. I realise he has plastered my lower stomach with the cum from his upper cock, his fur sticking to me a little. He rests his muzzle back against my shoulder for a moment, the top of his head pressed against the wall, forcing his ears out into a funny position. I stroke through the fur on his shoulder that I can reach. His cock slides out of me, and it makes me shiver. It’s a strange sensation considering the rest of him doesn't move at all to make it happen, his hips still pressed flush against my own. Once his cock is out of the way, I’m aware of his cum dripping out of me. I’m glad we are already in the shower.
He holds this position for long enough that I ask if he is okay. He nods really awkwardly, then pulls back so that he can look at me.
Then he grins at me, “Can we do that again?” He looks so expectant and excited I have to grin back at him.
My stomach chooses that moment to actually growl.
“Yep, totally up for that…but can we eat first?”
“That is now the second-best idea you’ve had so far.”
NEB
Cora dutifully trails behind me through the ship heading for the storage bay, “What did you say we are doing again?”
I grin back at her. As if I would fall for that.
She stands with me at the panle while I turn off all non-essential functions, and I sense and hear it when she moves a little closer to me as it goes dark.
“Why have you done that?”
No running lights and nothing glaring from inside the ship will make the view that much better.
“Sometimes you ask too many questions. Just wait and you will understand.”
I retrieve the spacesuits from where I’d put them ready, relying on her poor vision so this stays a surprise to the end.
I hadn’t even thought about the feet until I’m stuck holding the suit open and trying to convince her to just lift her leg.
“I don’t want to, I can’t see.”
Oh for the love of The Stars, this female. I’m glad she can’t see me rolling my eyes. I drop the suit onto the deck, taking her hands I put them on my shoulders as I crouch in front of her.
“I won’t let you fall, don’t worry.”
She leans on my shoulders to steady herself as she finally obeys and lifts a foot off the deck.
I ruck up all the material so that she’s walking on the inside of the leg. The foot part is just flopping around the end of her foot. It doesn’t matter, I can carry her and then she’ll be floating once we are out of the ship anyway.
The spacesuit is way too big for her, but I decide I can probably improvise by taping up some of the loose material so that at least the gloves don't flop off the ends of her arms.
“What is this you’re making me wear?”
I grin to myself, she can’t see it, but she will probably work it out once the helmet goes on. “You’ll see. Be patient.”
“Look, now that we’re here I think I’ve decided I’m not that keen on surprises.”
I shush her, “I’m pretty confident you’ll like this.”
I clip my helmet on, the noise causing her to immediately ask, “What was that?”
I get her helmet.
“Trust me?”
She takes a big breath, and then blows it out slowly.
“I mean, I guess yeah? If I’ve got to give an answer-”
I stop her endless chatter by sticking the helmet on her. She allows it to happen, and as soon as it clicks into place I start to hear her through the suit comms rather than what I could hear from outside my helmet. It’s much clearer.
As soon as it’s clipped she starts again, “Is this a helmet?” Her hands lift inside the floppy suit to try to feel at what I’ve just put on her head, but I stop her by leaning down and scooping her up.
“Woah woah woah, what are you doing? Where are we going?” She must hear this side of the airlock click. “What was that?”
The buttons on the inside of the airlock are still lit up, and she spots them immediately. She finally guesses what it is that we are doing. I grab the little booster so I can manoeuvre us a little while we are out there.
“We’re going out there?! Are you sure?” She tries to hang onto my suit tighter as the airlock opens. “You didn’t check my helmet or anyth-” she trails off into a panicked screech as I step through the door, giving us only a little push. It’s almost unbearably loud through the comms link. I should have muted her. I don’t think my hearing will ever be the same again.
She’s actually quiet now though, I look down at her. She has her eyes squeezed shut.
She’s ridiculous.
“You can open them now,” I tell her.
“Are you sure? Am I dead?”
I laugh, “Yes. And I really hope you’re not.”
She cautiously opens one eye, and then the other. Slowly she starts to take it in, then turns a little in my arms so I let her go, allowing her to float a little in front of me, I hold onto the empty tail of her suit, wrapping it securely around my hand and wrist.
“This is incredible…I had no idea it was so…full.”
“Yeah you can see it all when there’s no light to interfere.”
“Yeah…it looks good from the ship…but this…”
She trails off. For the first time, possibly ever, she just goes quiet.
I take it as a good thing.
We float here, quietly, just looking at it. It’s peaceful, and beautiful.
And I wonder what she thinks of it, having never seen it like this before. I realise I can’t remember the first time I saw it like this, and I can’t remember how I felt about it either.
From the length of time she’s been quiet, I’m guessing she’s pretty impressed.
Eventually, she finds her voice again, “thank you. There’s no way I would have been able to experience anything even remotely like this…you know. If all this hadn’t happened.”
I know. I don’t know what to say to that though.
“Actually,” she continues thoughtfully, “As far as dates go, I think this might get first place for romance and terror. That should win you some sort of award, surely?”
“Oh, you thought I brought you out here because it’s romantic?”
“Didn’t you?” She sounds perplexed.
“Nah, just here for
the terror.” I set off a two second release on the booster, shooting myself upward away from the ship. She’s dragged along behind me. If I thought the scream before was loud, it’s nothing to this. I can’t stop laughing. She is calling me some of the most obscene things I’ve ever heard. I’ll have to try and remember some of them. It’s over almost as soon as it starts, and now she’s intermittently swearing and laughing breathlessly.
I give a short burst in the other direction, to stop us floating any further away from the ship. She slowly gets herself together and I turn her so we can see each other.
“Don’t ever do that again.” She says grinning at me through the mask.
“No?” I’m sure my grin is showing all my fangs. “And what do I get out of that?”
She sighs and rolls her eyes at me, as soon as she opens her mouth to speak, I set off the booster again.
I trail her behind me, and she’s laughing and screeching and swearing madly. To me this is quite a sedate pace, but obviously not if you’re not even used to being out here to begin with.
I do an orbit of the ship, waving awkwardly as we pass Lam, he’s sat in one of the pilot’s chairs. His face is lit up from the handheld he’s reading from.
I bring us to a stop again by the hatch and let her calm down. She’s been laughing and flailing madly the whole time and her face is red behind the mask. It’s even steamed up a little on the inside from her breathing heavily.
“Okay to go back in now?” I ask her.
She nods, but says “Can I just look at it for another minute before we go in?”
I turn her, then let her float about for a while longer until she eventually sighs and says she’s ready to go back.
CORA
We’re standing in the airlock and Neb steadies me for a moment in the darkness. I can understand why, it’s a strange feeling having to stand again after being weightless. Even though it didn’t feel like we’d been out there for very long, I had obviously adjusted to it quickly.
“Don’t move.” He says to me, I hear him rustling as he moves away from me. As if I would try, I can’t see shit-all.
“Eyes!” He calls as a warning, and I squeeze them shut. I can sort of hear things pinging back on and powering back up. I can see the light filtering through my eyelids, and I cautiously open my eyes, blinking as I readjust to the light.
That was probably one of, if not the, most incredible things I’ve ever experienced. Never in my wildest imaginings did I think I would ever get to do anything like that. What normal human being ever thinks they will get to go to space? And then actually go and float around in space? How many people have ever had the opportunity to do something like that?
Neb comes back and un-clicks my helmet. As soon as it clears the top of my head I ask, “Can we go again?”
Neb smiles to himself. “It wasn’t that bad then?”
I have to laugh, “No, it was amazing. Thank you.”
He quickly strips out of his suit, I don’t know when exactly it happened, but he’s not wearing a shirt under the suit. Just a tight pair of trousers that end just below his knees, and are low slung enough that there's no tail hole.
I am excited from the little adventure I’ve just been on, and I feel almost itchy, I have so much energy to burn.
Logically, I think it’s the adrenaline. Realistically, I think I want to put out on the first date.
I don’t even try and take my suit off, any excuse to have him touch me.
I watch him move around, he’s all lithe predatory grace, no matter what it is he’s doing.
They all are, and none of them are even a little bit aware of it.
He puts some things away and then comes over to help. I don’t even need to ask, just wait. They are all so…attentive like that.
He comes over and kneels in front of me, and as soon as he undoes the front of my suit, his demeanour changes. If he can now smell how I’m feeling more clearly, and is reacting to it, I don’t know for sure. It seems likely though.
He takes his time sliding the arms down for me, and as soon as my hands are free I bury them in his mane. He goes still, and now I’m paying attention, I can see the end of his nose is continuously twitching.
He carries on pulling the spacesuit off me, using it as an excuse to slide his hands over my hips and down my thighs. When he gets down to the floor her grips my bare ankle in his massive hand. My dress falls back down from where it had been caught up in the legs of the suit. His grip is firm, and he just lifts my leg out of the suit, then does the same for the other side. I’m so wound up just the grip he has on me is turning me on.
The power and strength that they have is amazing. And hot.
He stays crouched there for a moment, then runs both hands slowly back up my legs, he reaches my hips, naked under the loose dress, and looks up at me. I dig my fingers more firmly into his mane, scratching lightly, then let go altogether. I put my arms straight up over my head indicating he should continue. He gets it, and continues his upward slide whilst he slowly stands from his crouch. He’s dragging his claws gently across my skin, and it makes me shiver. Up my ribs, he brushes the sides of my breasts, then up along my arms as he pulls my clothes up and off over my head.
As soon as my clothes are off I have goose bumps and I shiver, my nipples are hard from the cold and my arousal.
Neb lifts me, perching me on the edge of a nearby crate. I once would have protested just being lifted and moved…but with them, I’ve sort of decided I like it. They make it look so easy. They could easily just make me do anything they wanted…but they don’t.
He drops to his knees between my legs, and I notice he undoes the catch on his trousers on the way down, letting his cocks free. He lets out a relieved sounding chuff, and I think he just wants them out so they don’t hurt.
He hooks my thighs over his shoulders, and I grip the edge of the crate, my butt is perched just on the very edge, and he grips my hips firmly enough that I feel those tiny, needle like claw pricks in my skin. It makes my pussy clench, and Neb doesn’t hesitate. He licks me right from my opening up to my clit, holding his tongue firm and flat against me. He does it again, slower this time, and my ass almost slips off the box when he passes over my clit.
His eyes are closed, and when he curls his tongue and slides it into me, he has to open his mouth wide, those massive fangs hover over my skin, and in that moment he really looks like a predator, ready to bite me. They have all this power, and looking down at that, seeing myself caught in the jaws of this ferocious predator…it’s hot. So hot I feel a rush of moisture between my legs. It makes me feel wild.
He thrusts with his tongue, then uncurls it and licks at my opening. I know my mouth is hanging open, watching his massive head between my legs. He twitches, his claws stinging me a little more, the surprise making my hips lift and my thighs press down on his shoulders. He goes back to my clit, I can feel his hot breath, and feel his rumbling purring as he starts small quick licks at my clit. Rubbing at me with his rough tongue. My hips lift again, this time trying to press myself more firmly against him. My pussy feels empty, and it’s clenching almost painfully. I desperately want to come, and my urgency must leak to Neb, my hips thrusting a little on their own, trying to dictate the rhythm. He just goes with it, flattening his tongue against the top of my slit, working it against my clit as I move against him. I use my thighs for leverage, I can feel the sweat bloom on me as I frantically thrust against him. I lift one hand, burying it in his mane, getting that last little bit of leverage. I feel the wetness in my pussy as I cum on his tongue, groaning and bucking erratically against him. It’s a quick, sharp orgasm, and it takes the edge off the restlessness I had been consumed by. I let go of him, flopping backward onto the box, my legs still carelessly flung over his shoulders. He laps at my opening, making my legs spasm with every pass. He’s licking up the wetness I realise, not doing it to pleasure me.
Eventually he sits up, looking down at me. I feel flushed and hot now, but still
aware of the chill in here. I can see little beads of my wetness glistening on the fur of his muzzle.
He rubs a little at the top of his head, must have been where I was gripping his mane.
“Sorry,” I say, but it comes out as a croak.
He gives me one of those shit eating grins, “Oh, anytime.”
He stands and shuffles his trousers down a little more, then lifts one of my legs, brushing the other aside with his thigh. He bends my knee, and I’m so floppy from my orgasm I’m just happy to let it happen. He presses his lower cock to my entrance, rubbing it there and gathering the moisture, then he rubs it along my slit, bumping it across my clit. I’m sensitive, and my whole body twitches. He goes back to my entrance, then presses forward, just the head of his cock breaching me. My pussy clenches, and I groan quietly. I’ve orgasmed once, but I definitely want more.
He withdraws, rubbing the head of his cock across my opening again. He bends my knee further, pressing my thigh against my chest, then he presses his cock into me again, more firmly this time.
I manage to lift my head off the crate, he’s not looking at me, he’s watching what he’s doing with his cock, so I flop my head back down again.
Ceph was really interested too. Maybe it’s an alien thing. Or a first-time thing.
What he’s doing is teasing me, and it feels so good, so whatever his motivations are, as long as he’s enjoying himself, I find I don’t care.
He presses himself halfway in again, giving a few short thrusts that make me groan.
He finally presses forward in one long, slow, steady thrust, and doesn’t stop until he’s all the way in. He sways his hips a little, and I moan at the pressure deep inside of me.
He hooks the leg he’s holding over his shoulder, and leans forward, holding my thigh between our chests and forcing my hips to lift to accommodate him. He braces himself, his hands next to my shoulders, and slowly starts to thrust, building a slow rhythm.
His upper cock is sliding through my folds and all the moisture he’s spread there with the head of his cock. My swollen clit feels every ridge keenly, and I can already feel the heat of another orgasm building, my legs twitching with every touch.
