“Well, you’re full of surprises aren’t you?” You gasp, pumping your own fingers into her pussy and arse. She obviously understands the context of your remark, her lips vibrating pleasantly against your balls as she chuckles. Despite the lack of stimulation to your cock, her tongue on your balls and her finger massaging your prostate have you rapidly approaching your climax. The Valkyrie groans thickly and you can tell she is close too. You flick your tongue over her clitoris and feel her stiffen, crying out in ecstasy, her sphincter clenching around your finger and her pussy soaking the rest of your hand. She shudders and trembles beneath you, her finger static in your arse and her hot panting breaths against your saliva soaked sack. Your balls tingle as you teeter on the brink of release. You grind your hips, desperate for the brief stimulation that would send you over the edge.
“I’m so close!” You groan, pulling your lips away from her clit as you feel her tongue return to your balls and her finger continue to probe inside you. You sit up and gaze between your bodies at your engorged cock swaying above her breasts. As she swirls her tongue around a ball, you groan in ecstasy, watching your shaft twitch and sending a thick spurt streaking from the tip to splash between her cleavage and navel. It erupts again and again, the creamy white fluid splashing across her body and pooling in her cleavage. As your climax subsides, you carefully slip your fingers from her body while she does likewise to you. You roll off her and lie exhausted next to her. As you glance over at her, she meets your gaze and grins wickedly at you. Chuckling, you flash her a wry smile.
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You begin to kiss your way down her body, your lips brushing down her throat to the gentle curve of her chest. You nuzzle at her fleshy mounds, skirting around her engorged nipples. Droplets of rainwater cling to her warm skin as you kiss her firm breasts. She moans with pleasure as you tease her, deliberately kissing and lapping around her nipples without touching them. She whispers something in her strange tongue and you smile, knowing from the slightly frustrated tone that she is urging you to take them into your mouth. You continue to torment her until with a cry of frustration, she grasps your head and pulls it to a nipple. She sighs as you relent, drawing the swollen bud into your mouth and gently sucking on it. Her skin tastes slightly earthy, which only excites you further as you enjoy this feral winged woman. Your cock twitches, desperate for attention, but you are far from finished pleasuring her with your tongue. You slide further down her body, kissing your way down her toned stomach and hooking your hands into the sides of the animal skin loin cloth. She murmurs something that sounds like breathless excitement and lifts her hips up off the floor. You peel the garment down, a dark triangle of curls spilling out above it. Forked lightning overhead briefly illuminates her naked body, her flesh white in the bright flash, her crimson nipples contrasting with her pale heaving breasts.
“Beautiful.” You murmur as you discard the garment, her slender legs open before you. The rain is falling heavier now, droplets splashing off her flesh. She cranes her head forward and you can tell from the urgent tone of her words, she is urging you to continue. You lower your face between her thighs and press your lips to her glistening slit. She gasps as you kiss her delicate folds, flicking your tongue over her sensitive clit. You grasp her hips, pressing your face tightly into her, her tangy taste making your cock throb. A clap of thunder booms overhead, but this time she doesn’t even flinch, moaning thickly, her fingers knitting through your soaked hair. Her moans of pleasure join the sound of the rain drumming on the branches above as you enthusiastically lap at her slit. The rain is falling heavier, large droplets splashing off your bodies and onto the platform around you, but you both barely notice. Your own excitement at the taste and aroma of the beautiful Valkyrie’s pussy has your cock twitching, desperate for attention. Driven on by your own lustful needs, you increase your intensity. She responds immediately, panting and thrashing about as she closes in on her climax. You concentrate on her clit, lapping and flicking at the tiny fleshy hood. She arches her back and squeezes her breasts, teetering on the brink. You continue to tease her sensitive clitoris and moments later, she stiffens, crying out into the storm as a powerful orgasm rips through her body. She bucks beneath you, her hips lifting up off the platform. Your chin is drenched with her juices and you can feel her clit twitching against your now static tongue. Finally she relaxes, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. After catching her breath, she sits up and draws you to her, kissing you passionately. She pulls away and murmurs something before coyly raising an eyebrow. You grin recognising an invitation despite the language barrier.
Guide her onto her back and sixty-nine her
Guide your cock between her breasts
You crawl up her body, the Valkyrie gazing up at you curiously. Your rigid cock aches with need and you lean forward, guiding it towards her cleavage. Your bodies, both soaked from the torrential downpour, glisten in the dim light of the stormy sky. A smile creeps across her face as she realises your intentions and presses her breasts together, trapping your shaft between the mounds of soft, warm flesh. You begin to thrust back and forth and she cranes her head forward, giggling as the purple tinged crown emerges from the top of her cleavage on the upstroke.
“Damn, that feels good.” You grunt as the storm clouds flash above followed by a deep rumble of thunder. She murmurs a reply in her strange language and smiles up at you. Your pulse races with the excitement of the exotic Valkyrie pleasuring you with her impressive cleavage and the exhilaration of being in the treetops in the middle of a thunderstorm. It feels so surreal and dreamlike that you wonder if perhaps it is but a fevered vision. You feel a tightening in your loins as an all too real climax swiftly builds. Her gaze flicks from the straining tip of your cock to meet your eyes, perhaps knowing you are on the brink. She moans the same word over and over again like a mantra and you wonder if she is urging you to come. You groan, your shaft slipping easily through her slick cleavage, knowing she won’t have long to wait.
Come on her breasts
Come in her mouth
You pull your cock from between her breasts and shuffle higher up her body. The Valkyrie gazes curiously up at you before her eyes widen as you guide the tip towards her lips. She opens her mouth, eagerly taking the bulbous crown inside. You groan as your feel her hot, wet tongue swirl around the straining head. Her eyes close and she moans with pleasure, her lips stretched around your thick shaft. Your come is churning in your balls and as she gently sucks on your aching length, you can hold back no longer. You stiffen, your whole body tensing up before you let out a guttural groan of pleasure just as a thunderclap booms across the sky. Your balls convulse and your cock twitches as a powerful surge of come blasts from the tip. Her eyes widen as your seed splashes off the roof of her mouth swiftly followed by another and another as you empty your balls into her waiting mouth. Her lips seal tightly around the head until she has sucked every last drop from you. You pull away, your cock slipping from her mouth, groaning as you glimpse your creamy pearly white seed pooled on her tongue. She closes her mouth, her eyes meeting yours before gulping it down.
“That felt incredible.” You pant. She smiles up at you, clearly understanding the context if not the words. She cranes her head forward and gently kisses the tip of your softening cock, chuckling as you flinch slightly at her touch on the sensitive crown. You gingerly climb off her, lying next to her, the rain continuing to fall on your naked bodies.
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“I’m getting close!” You tell her, vigorously thrusting through her cleavage as the tension in your balls rapidly builds. The Valkyrie’s eyes gleam with excitement as she again repeats the strange mantra. You groan thickly as you pass the point of no return, frantically pulling your shaft from between her breasts and aiming it at her chest. You let out a deep grunt of release as your cock twitches in your hand. She squeals with delight as the first thick spurt erupts from the tip, splashing across her left breast. You grunt as your cock twitches again and again, liberally
dousing her curves in your hot, creamy seed. Her own breathless gasps almost match your own excitement, her chest heaving as she feels your come splatter all over her soft skin. As the last of your seed dribbles down onto her stomach, you sit back, surveying the sight of her come streaked chest. She cranes her head forward, following your gaze before grinning up at you. The rain continues to fall, splashing on your bodies. You watch as it slowly dilutes the pearly white fluid clinging to her curves before gradually washing it away. She reaches up and gently massages the last few traces into her skin before gesturing for you to lay down with her. You do so, taking her into your embrace as the rain cools your exhausted bodies.
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“Well Tinkerbell,” You smile as you both catch your breath, “We didn’t need to speak the same language to communicate just fine with that.” She grins, perhaps intuitively guessing your meaning. You crawl back beneath the furs just as the storm moves on, the downpour subsiding and rays of sunshine breaking through gaps in the clouds. The beautiful Valkyrie rests her head on your chest, her arm draped across your body. You lie there for a few minutes in silence, listening to the gentle sound of the creaking of the trees, the breeze whistling through the branches and the distant chirping of birds. Now the storm has passed, the woodland smells wonderfully fresh. Your bodies, moist with a mixture of the rain and perspiration, quickly dry off in the sun. You close your eyes, basking in the tranquillity of the moment, a far cry from the smoky bars or cramped cockpits you are used to. You sigh, reluctantly easing her to one side and climbing to your feet. You retrieve your one remaining item of clothing and pull your underpants back on.
“I’m afraid it’s time for us to part ways.” You tell her as she sits up, glancing up at you curiously. “So thanks for, you know, saving my life as well as the other stuff.” She looks sadly up at you and pats the platform next to her, tilting her head questioningly. You smile, part of you tempted to stay and enjoy a simpler life in the idyllic forest with this beautiful winged woman.
Stay and make a life with her
Leave and try to get back to your ship
“I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta go.” You tell her. She gazes deeply into your eyes and her face drops as she realises your mind is made up and she cannot persuade you otherwise. You feel a twinge of guilt as you watch a single teardrop roll down her cheek. She swallows, fighting back the tears and swiping the back of her hand across her face, smearing the teardrop across her cheek. She wraps her arms around you and her wings beat rapidly before you feel her lift you up. Before you know it, you are swooping through the trees, the tall trunks and broad branches a blur all around you.
A few minutes later, she lands in a clearing, a well-trodden path leading through the forest to one side. She gestures along it and speaks her strange but beautiful language to you one last time.
“Thank you.” You smile. Again, she blinks away the tears before kissing you one final time and taking flight. You watch her disappear back into the forest before beginning to walk the path.
You walk for two days before reaching a small settlement. Staggering in, hungry and thirsty, you suddenly feel rather underdressed, wearing just your torn underpants. Fortunately you are swiftly provided with some fresh clothes. You spin the curious townsfolk a tale of half-truths, painting yourself as an unfortunate freighter pilot who developed engine trouble and crash landed in the forest, while conveniently leaving out any mention of the accompanying criminal activities you were actually engaged in. They swallow the tall tale and arrange passage for you to Orion Prime’s spaceport.
A few hours later, you cross a landing pad towards the Eclipse. You smile broadly, climbing up the boarding ramp and entering the battered old freighter. You find Vanessa alone in your cabin, lying on the bed with the power cable snaking up between her buttocks.
“What the fuck happened to you?” She asks.
“Don’t ask.” You grunt.
“I was kinda hoping you were dead.” She grins. “I quite liked the sound of Captain Vanessa. Nice ring to it wouldn’t you say?”
“Well, I ain’t dead yet sweetheart.” You grin. “Now let’s get out of Aurigan space before anyone recognises us.”
“Yes sir.” She mutters sarcastically, tugging the power cable from her arse and getting to her feet. You follow her out of the cabin and into the cockpit.
Within minutes, you have lifted off from the spaceport and escaped the planet’s gravity well, the inky black expanse of space ahead of you.
“So after all that, we have nothing to show for our efforts.” Vanessa grumbles.
“It goes that way sometimes.” You shrug.
“Great. And now we’re both fugitives of the Aurigan Empire.” She sighs. “I guess, given the circumstances, I ought to alter my appearance.”
“You can do that?” You ask.
“Strangely enough, not all men find a blonde with big tits attractive.” She replies.
“Poor lost souls.” You grin. “So you can change your hair colour?” Vanessa nods.
“I can change my hair, skin and eye colour and even my body shape and facial features to a certain extent.” You raise an eyebrow, a smile crossing your lips.
“You know, I think you’d look better as a redhead.” You remark as you plot a course through hyperspace. She glances at you and raises an eyebrow before shrugging, her blonde hair darkening to become a rich auburn while her blue eyes alter to green.
“Happy?” She asks indignantly.
“I think it suits you.” You reply honestly. She glances at her reflection in the cockpit window and she smiles at the compliment, her temper cooling.
“I think it suits me too.” She agrees.
“That’s settled then.” You grin. “Now my flame-haired sidekick, take us into hyperspace.” Vanessa glances at you, rolls her eyes and leans forward, pressing the hyperspace button. The hum of Eclipse’s hyperdrive engines builds and the ship is thrown into the crimson vortex of hyperspace, off on another adventure.
THE END
You shrug your shoulders and smile at her.
“Ok, I’ll stay.” You smile. “A relationship based on sex with a wild Valkyrie who doesn’t understand a word of English, living on this perch high up in a dense forest which is prone to thunderstorms… what could possibly go wrong?!” You chuckle to yourself. She looks curiously at you, but as you take her into your arms, she melts into your embrace. Reassured, she smiles broadly and you kiss tenderly, her wings fluttering happily behind her.
Over the next few months, you embrace your new life, fashioning your own wardrobe of stitched furs and skins as well as building a system of ropes and ladders to enable you to climb down to the forest floor. You construct a spear and bow and learn to hunt, roasting game over a fire every evening. You slowly learn her strange language and even though you finally learn how to pronounce her name, you continue to affectionately refer to her as Tinkerbell.
Months become years and although your differing physiologies prove to be incompatible with regards to starting a family, you have plenty of fun trying, your winged wife proving to be an imaginative, enthusiastic and accommodating lover. You occasionally lie on the platform gazing up into the night sky, stars twinkling through the gaps in the leafy canopy, wondering what became of your ship, Vanessa, Eris and the rest. You have a wistful pang for the old adventures, but then your wife joins you, looking just as beautiful as the day you first met. As she lies next to you, her head resting on your chest and her hand snaking down towards your groin, the thoughts of your old life are swiftly pushed from your mind…
THE END
You reluctantly toss your blaster to the floor.
“That’s one of the smarter things you’ve ever done.” One of the guards tells you, approaching you and smashing the butt of his rifle into the side of your head. You crumple to the floor, your vision darkening as you slip into unconsciousness.
You blink as you awake, your eyes focusing on your toes. As your fuzzy head clears and your s
enses return, you realise that you are naked save for your underpants and hanging from your wrists which are bound above your head. You put your weight on your feet, alleviating the strain on your wrists. You raise your head, finding yourself alone in a large, darkened chamber. You can feel the cold floor vibrating against the soles of your feet. Listening intently, you can just about make out the distant dull hum of hyperspace engines. Perhaps you are still aboard the vault ship. Or perhaps you’ve been transferred to another vessel. You pull at the manacles suspended above your head, testing their strength.
“Please, conserve your strength. You’ll need it.” A feminine voice calls out from the darkness. You hear distant footsteps approaching and peer into the gloom. The first thing you see is a pair of amber eyes, shining in the darkness. You focus on a black clad figure approaching you, walking with the grace of a dancer, her hips swaying as her long, slender legs eat up the floor between you. As she draws closer, you recognise her as an Aurigan, with her pointed swept back ears poking through her long hair high on her head and amber eyes with long oval shaped pupils. Unlike Aurigan males, she also possesses a long, slender tail.
“Hello Mr Trent.” She smiles, revealing long canine teeth. “My congratulations. You very nearly succeeded in a magnificently planned and executed heist.”
“Almost.” You smile, feeling quite vulnerable as she stands before you, her hands clasped behind her back. She is wearing the black uniform of the Aurigan Empire, the jumpsuit tight around her toned legs, broad hips and generous chest. You find your gaze drawn to the enticing hint of cleavage at her neckline. She reaches up and runs her fingers through her long brown hair.
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