The habbers all start muttering, and Joachim quickly continues, silencing them. “However! One more thing! We don’t trust an alien who wants to destroy humanity, so...um....I gotta’ say I feel really bad about this part, but–.”
“Jesus, Joachim!” Miriam snaps. “I’ll say it if you don’t have the balls!”
Miriam stands up. “Since we don’t trust Fenrir, if he does anything on the surface other than convincing Cygnus to come meet with us, we’ll alert the Martian authorities that the war criminal Fiona is on the surface.”
Fenrir’s ears twitch rapidly, and I feel my chest tighten.
“I don’t know what that ear flicking shit means,” Miriam says, “but just in case it’s not clear to you, Fenrir, that means the Martians will kill your mate. Now, like, I know this sounds cruel or whatever, but if you do what you’re supposed to do, there’s no risk, okay? New Copenhagen has already agreed to get Fiona off the hook, so unless you fuck up and double cross us, there’s no reason for us to withdraw our protection.”
Miriam smiles out at the stunned crowd. “Any questions? No? Great! Off to the elevator with you!”
“I agree to these terms, but first I will need at least 100,000 kilocalories of food,” Fenrir says. “Preferably in the form of the following food items: chocolate, yogurt, cheese, and milk.”
After Fenrir’s all-you-can-eat dairy and chocolate buffet, we are loaded onto a shuttle and flown to the space elevator.
There’s an elevator tram waiting for us, and the habbers gently remind us that I will be killed by the Martian authorities if Fenrir fucks them over.
They shut the door, and we’re suddenly being lowered down on a nanowire toward Mars. It will take several hours to reach the surface, and the tram is set-up like a small hotel room.
The question is right on the tip of my tongue: will Fenrir prioritize revenge and clearing his shame debt over protecting me?
But I’m afraid to ask that question. “How can you move after eating all that food?”
He smiles. “Truly delicious. Most of the food went to feed my biosuit, which is once again active. When the Martians come for you, I will destroy them.”
I guess that answers my question.
I’m sitting on the bed, and he’s standing alongside me in his habber clothes, brooding, with his arms behind his back.
“Or,” I say, “you could just do what the habbers asked you to. Don’t you think it’s hypocritical to protect me?”
“No,” he says briskly.
“You will protect me now, but for what? Your fleet will arrive in about two years, and I’ll only be in my late 20’s, but I’ll be killed–along with the rest of humanity. Will you protect me from that? By helping the faction that wants to kill us all? You’re doing the complete opposite of protecting me.”
I pull on his arm, and he sits down on the bed next to me.
“I think you’re a good person–or a good Marauder–Fenrir. You’re just misguided.”
“A good Marauder does not betray his friend,” Fenrir says.
“But you’ll betray me?” I say. “What if Aegus and Cygnus are right? I’m sorry your best friend died, but you’re not forced onto one side. Listen to your heart.”
I put my hand on his chest, not even sure his heart is in the same place as a human’s. It is, though, because through his shirt I can feel it pounding fast against my hand.
“You heard of the Great Mother?” I say. “The human woman that Cygnus chose as his mate?”
“Yes,” Fenrir says. “The habbers mentioned her.”
“We can meet them,” I say, “and see their child. Why don’t you go see what peaceful coexistence looks like before you choose a side?”
My hand is still on his chest, and he grabs my wrist. I expect him to pull my hand off him, but he just begins stroking my arm.
“Or,” I say, looking up at him, “I can show you what it feels like.”
He locks eyes with me. His teal eyes burn deep into me and his grip tightens on my wrist.
“Good mating is not peaceful,” Fenrir says. “It’s a battle.”
“But it’s still coexistence,” I say, feeling my cheeks flush.
Giving him what he wants can possibly put him onto the right side, which can help to save humanity. It’s a noble reason to do this, but I realize that–deep down–I want to do this for entirely selfish reasons. I want him all for myself.
I put my free hand on his chest, and I feel his muscular body tense through his shirt.
“Shirt,” Fenrir says, “remove yourself.”
“Sorry!” the shirt says, “I can’t–.”
He grabs the material with one hand and tears it. The shirt rips off from his body, revealing his chiseled muscles.
My eyes fall down his body. I’ve seen him naked plenty of times already, but never in this context. Never knowing that I can actually have him.
“I assume the pants can’t remove themselves either,” I say, standing up from the bed.
I grab his pants by the waist and pull, tearing them off. Now he’s naked again, and his teal cock is standing hard and tall. It springs back and forth as the pants fall away from his body.
I see the Martian surface through the window of the tram. The wispy clouds of the weak atmosphere are still below us, and I can still make out the curve of the sphere. There are still many hours to go–hours before we have to start our mission. Hours for us to fuck.
I pull my shirt off and unfasten my bra. I’m surprised at how hard and pointed my nipples are already, and Fenrir’s cock must be as well, as his jaw hangs open wide. His ears are nearly as erect as his cock.
“The Seraphic Form…” he mutters.
I take my pants and panties off in one pull, not wanting to have to fight with them later, and not wanting Fenrir to rip them to shreds like he did to his own shirt.
The moment my pants hit the ground, he leaps from the bed and grabs me forcefully. He shoves me against the window, my ass hitting the cold glass. His lips crush into mine, and his warm tongue finds mine. An electric shock pulses down my body as he kisses me, and his strong body shoves me against the glass window.
His hand first makes contact with my wide hips, and slowly he moves his hand up along the side of my body. It dips down to the curve of my waist, and then up toward my breast. He looks down at me with intense desire as he touches me, and I see hunger in his eyes.
His hand reaches over to my breast, and he squeezes it gently. I’d never expected such tenderness was possible from the brutish alien, but his light touch on my tender flesh shows a softer side.
I grip his waist as he touches me, feeling his hard and muscled purple skin. He’s warm as a furnace, in stark contrast to the cold glass pressing against my backside.
He’s so tall that his hard cock presses against my sternum, and I feel it vibrating against me as his fingers begin circling my areola.
I reach down and touch his ass, gently at first. But as soon as his finger touches and tweaks my nipple, I moan and squeeze the globe of his ass hard.
His cock suddenly feels wet between my breasts, and I press them together around his hard teal rod.
He lets go of my breast and grunts. He begins slowly thrusting between my tits, and it feels beautifully warm and incredibly wet.
“How is your dick wet?” I ask, astonished.
“Lubricant, of course,” he says.
“I didn’t see you...it’s self-lubricating?”
“Of course,” he says. “Why would any female want a dry cock?”
I can’t argue with that logic, and feeling his wet cock vibrating between my breasts further convinces me. He pushes my hands away and grabs hold of my breasts. He thumbs my nipples as he fucks me between my breasts. I feel wetness pooling between my legs, and my pussy burns hot and aches with desire to feel Fenrir inside me.
He sniffs once, and I see his eyes look down. He lets go of my breasts and falls to his knees.
Before I even realize what’
s happening, his head is positioned between my legs, and I feel his warm slick tongue press against my wetness.
I gasp in surprise, and pleasure. He grabs hold of my thighs roughly with both hands, and his tongue runs rhythmically up and down my wet pussy lips, slowly and thirstily.
He reaches his hands around and grabs hold of my ass, squeezing both cheeks.
I moan as his tongue finds my clit, which is swollen, sensitive and soaking. I buck my hips against him.
“It’s too sensitive,” I gasp.
He presses harder into it, and I twitch violently against him.
“It’s not ready yet,” he says.
And then his tongue enters my center, leaving my clit to recover.
His tongue fills my soaking wet channel, and just when I think it’s all the way in…it keeps going. It slithers up inside me, filling me entirely, wet and warm–and it’s fucking long.
“How the fuck–,” I start to say, but I moan as his tongue swells against my g-spot.
He can’t respond to me, obviously, not with his tongue angled so impossibly deep inside me.
He swirls it back and forth, and it laps up my wetness while rubbing blissfully against my sensitive insides.
He lets go of my ass with his right hand, and slides his finger over to my clit.
He fingers it ever so gently while his tongue continues filling me and pulsing within me. His finger rubs my clit in gentle circles, and I feel my wetness flooding out so much that he must surely feel it running down along his tongue.
I buck my hips against his tongue, urging him to finger my clit with more pressure.
He obeys my unspoken command, and then suddenly his tongue pulls all the way out, and his lips press against me. His tongue, soaked with my juices, presses firmly against my clit. I feel a gentle suction, which increases steadily as his tongue moves purposefully all over my most sensitive part.
I scream loudly and without abandon, and Fenrir has to grab tight hold of my waist to keep me from falling.
I start to tremble, and a strong orgasm starts to overtake me.
I feel my inner walls pulse, and a fresh shot of adrenaline floods through me. My heart races and I hold my breath as the overwhelming orgasm increases in intensity with each beat of my heart.
When it finally overwhelms and consumes me completely, I gasp for air, and then let out a moaning wail.
“Fenrir! Fuck! God! God!”
I scream, no longer able to get real words out. His tongue is moving faster and with greater precision than any human tongue could. He’s hitting my clit with just the right rhythm and the perfect amount of pressure. Two or three fingers slide up inside me, and I clench my inner walls against them.
My inner walls squeeze as I continue to come. I cry out, his fingers moving rapidly in and out of me, matching the frantic rhythm of his tongue pounding against my clit.
My whole body trembles and clenches up. My legs go weak, and Fenrir’s strong arms are the only thing that keep me from sliding down against the window and falling to the ground.
I look down and see my white-hot juices dripping down his fingers, all the way down to his palms.
He pulls his fingers out, and with this next orgasm, I come so hard I squirt. He moves down and slides his tongue back into me, and greedily drinking my orgasmic juices.
When I finally stop gushing, he pulls his tongue out of me and carries me to the bed, holding me tenderly in his strong arms.
I’m breathless and my heart is slamming into my chest. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, and exhausted as I am, I still want more of Fenrir.
“Is it true, what Aegus’s message to us said? Human women can come more than once per cycle?”
“Of course,” I say, laughing weakly with exhaustion. “How ridiculous and awful would it be if I could only come once per month!”
Fenrir pulls his ears back and looks seriously at me. “You take for granted the gifts given to you…”
“Sorry, Fenrir,” I say. “I didn’t mean to make a joke of it...it’s just…”
“Enough talk,” he says, silencing me.
He grabs me and flips me over onto my stomach, and then he pulls me up onto my knees. I hold my upper body up with my arms, but Fenrir pulls my arms out from under me.
“No,” he says, pushing my upper body flat and pulling my ass further up. “Like this.”
I smile, but he can’t see my face. And even if he could, I’m sure he’d be looking elsewhere anyway.
I feel incredible warmth–and wetness–slide against my pussy lips. I gasp as the vibration of his enlarged cock hits me with full force.
“Do all of your cocks vibrate?” I ask.
“What woman would want a cock that doesn’t?” he asks.
“And you take your gifts for granted too…” I say.
He presses his shaft onto my clit, and rubs slowly back and forth against it. I twitch involuntarily, and I feel intense pressure building up within me.
“Fenrir,” I say. “No...I can come more than once per month, but I’ll pass out if I come too much. I want you inside me.”
He slaps his hard cock against my wet lips, and I shudder.
“Excellent,” he says. “We’re of one mind...and soon of one body.”
“That’s some poetic dirty talk.”
“Dirty talk?” he asks.
“Like…” she says, “I want to fuck you like an animal. That’s dirty talk.”
“I see,” he says. “How did you know about my bear form?”
“Bear form?” I ask.
“Never mind,” he says, stroking his hand through my hair.
He reaches down across the nape of my neck, then to my shoulders, and finally he cups my breast in his hand. His cock is still vibrating against me, but he’s relieved some of the pressure so that I won’t come...at least not yet.
He’s huge, and I’ve never had a dick even close to his girth inside me. I feel a thrill just thinking about it, but I’m also scared.
“Don’t worry, Fiona,” he says. “I will never hurt you.”
“Did you just...you just called me Fiona.”
I turn to look at him, but he slams his thick, long cock inside me, nearly splitting me wide open.
I cry out, and my head plunges back into the pillow. I gasp for air, but he doesn’t press further in. The head of his dick is wet and warm inside me, and I can even feel it swelling and pulsing.
“Jesus,” I say.
“Fenrir,” he says.
“What?”
“I am Fenrir.”
I snort, and he slides deeper in, silencing me once again.
His veins are so thick and bulging that I can feel them pressing against my inner walls, and we’re both dripping wet, so despite his incredible girth and thickness, he slides right in. But fuck, it’s a tight fit all the same. And the vibration is incredible...even though he’s waiting and not pushing deeper, the sensation is constant. The low hum of his cock as it vibrates is constantly stimulating me even when we’re both perfectly still.
“Can human males do this?” he asks.
Suddenly I feel his dick growing inside me, even though the rest of his body remains still. It’s stretches me even wider, until I worry I might burst.
“Fuck, careful!” I shout.
“I only expanded a few millimeters,” he says. “Human women–or at least you–are too tight for anything more.”
I laugh again. “Are there women out there for whom you need to expand that much?”
“It is written in our histories,” he says. “Though fortunately you are already a perfect fit.”
“Fuck me,” I say.
I’m so wet around him, and his vibrating teal monster cock feels so damn good inside me. I’m no longer afraid of his size, and I yearn to feel his full power thrusting into me.
He presses in, and I feel him slide deeper and deeper into me, until his balls–which are slightly cooler than his burning hot furnace of a dick–push up against my body
.
“I can’t believe I took the whole thing,” I gasp.
“A perfect fit,” he mumbles, seemingly to himself.
And then he begins pulling back out, and with each inch he withdraws, I anxiously anticipate his re-entry. I finally feel the ridge of his glans sliding across my entrance, but then he bucks his hips and slams back into me, pounding me until he reaches my center.
His balls slap hard against my skin, and I cry out in a perfect fusion of pain and ecstasy..
Before I can recover or adapt, he slams into me again–and again and again.
The wet slapping sound of Fenrir fucking me fills the whole room, and as our tram lowers slowly down toward Mars, Fenrir and I rise together toward orgasm.
I’m dripping come all over the bed as he continues ramming into me, and suddenly he shoves me down flat and covers me with his body. I can feel his hard abs pressing onto my back, glistening with sweat. He drives his cock down into me, deeper than ever, and from this new angle his vibrations and the ridge of his head hit my g-spot with each thrust. Any moment now I will pass the threshold and it will be impossible not to come.
He presses deep into me and just...vibrates. He bites my ear and nips and licks my neck as the vibrations keep me just on the edge of orgasm. I wonder if he really knew how close I was to coming, and if he stopped just short of it to prolong this moment.
“God, Fenrir,” I say. “How did you…”
“You should always listen closely to a woman’s body,” he says.
“But just not to the woman herself?”
He grunts, and starts thrusting once again.
I guess I pissed him off.
An icy hot chill fills my heart, and then surges up and down my body. My channel walls clench hard against his cock as it keeps sliding in and out of me, and I feel growing wetness beneath me. I must be coming so hard that I’m dripping down onto the sheets.
The clenching pulses along his dick, and he fucks me harder and faster. His hips slam hard against my ass with each impact, and my own hips begin to buck wildly against him. My body moves of its own will, craving that hard teal Marauder cock.
Fenrir’s vibrations intensify as I start to come. I feel insane pressure within myself, and I realize I must be squirting again, but Fenrir makes his cock swell inside me, creating a seal.
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