Forging Amongst the Stars 5 (Patreon)

“Try this, Ket,” I said, handing her a hork bajir sized pistol of my own design, three days after we’d agreed on the initial week long trial period.

= Subject: Ket Ordo Binding Process 57.142% =

While my Magos Designation was focused on cybernetics, there was enough of an overlap between that, the Dead Space Modules, and the ki generators that Gero had made that I was able to cobble together something that was basically a las pistol… in the same way that an AK-47 was a musket.

The already rugged weapon was now much more powerful, more efficient, had better penetration, and so long as it stayed within six inches of a living being, would constantly recharge itself at a rate that gave it effectively unlimited ammunition.

Ket took the weapon, her four fingers curling around the handle, and tested the weight and balance of the gun. Nodding, she took aim at the target that had been set up, a metal plate that had the symbol of the Citadel Council on it, and squeezed the trigger. A beam of red energy shot out of the barrel, hitting the center of the impromptu target and almost immediately burning a hole in it.

My alien mando future waifu stared in shock at the target, turning her head to stare at the pistol. Her gaze then turned to look at me, her eyes narrowing and a breath huffing from her beak in what my omni-tool’s systems told me was restrained arousal.

= Subject Ket Ordo Binding Process 97.142% =

God damn, that was one hell of a spike, and I had a hunch I knew just how to push her over the edge. Turning towards a table I had set up, I gestured towards it and the multitude of armor plates and other gadgets on it.

“I took a look at the armor you’ve got and had a few ideas on how to improve some of its functionality,” I said, walking over to the table and picking up the chestpiece, holding it out towards her. “Should stand up to every widespread firearm, and the…”

That was as far as I got before a clawed hand grabbed me by the front of my Mechanicus Red robes and a scaled forehead was pressed against my own. At the same time, I could see that Ket’s other hand was working to remove her armor as fast as she could.

= Subject Ket Ordo Binding Process 100% =

Oh good, the binding was completed, and from the looks of it she was interested in something other than listening to me list off the capabilities of the gear I'd made. As my hands were busy undoing the clasps on the robe, I didn't notice her removing her helmet until her beak was pressing against my lips.

I was surprised, because from what I remembered of reading the Animorphs books a decade and a half ago, the earlier forehead press was the hork bajir equivalent of kissing. So feeling her tongue pressing against my lips and the ridges of her beak rubbing against the skin of my face was a bit confusing.

Then again, she might have gotten some inspiration from the humans around her, or she was just being a horny alien waifu. Either way, the fact remained that my alien mando waifu wanted me, and who was I to deny her?

Opening my mouth, I met her tongue with my own, wrapping an arm around her as her own hands pulled the front of my robe apart, leaving my armored undersuit bared to her exploring hands. My left hand, meanwhile, had moved around to grab a handful of her ass.

The sounds of her removing her own armor and clothes mixed with the wet sounds of our makeout session. When her pants came off, she pressed herself against me, the feeling of her scaled crotch rubbing against my own making me gasp.

Ket's hand slid down the front of my suit, between my legs and began stroking my cock. With a quick press, the seam along the crotch of my undersuit opened, allowing her to continue. The pads on her fingers, meant to keep a secure grip on the bark of trees that put giant redwoods to shame, were rough against my skin, but I rapidly rose to full mast regardless.

As I hardened, her strokes became smoother, aided by the precum that began beading at the tip. Once my length was at its full, massive size, her hand could no longer reach from one end to the other, and she pulled back, giving me a look at her nude form.

She was tall, nearly eight feet, and her body was well muscled. Her arms, legs, and torso were all defined and strong, her shoulders wide, and while her species didn't have breasts, being an egg-laying species rather than mammalian, I could see a slit at the junction between her legs as her tail lashed nervously behind her.

Ket's skin was a dark green, her scales dull and smooth, with her belly a lighter, mottled shade of green, and the crests and horns on her head a darker, brownish-black. Her eyes were a piercing, pale yellow, with slitted pupils, and were filled with an intense hunger.

“Do you wish to breed?” she asked, her voice a low growl, her claws digging into my shoulders.

“Absolutely,” I responded, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her against me.

She had more than two feet over me, which wasn’t anything remotely like I was used to, but still hot. Also hot: Ket apparently wasn't in the mood for foreplay. Grabbing the head of my length, Ket rubbed the tip against her entrance, before spreading her lips and slowly lowering herself down. We both let out a gasp as her pussy swallowed my dick. Her inner walls were tight and ridged, and she was wetter than I could have hoped.

“Fuck, you're tight,” I grunted, the muscles in my legs tensing as she began to move, slowly rising up and down.

“Y-your cock,” Ket stammered, her head tilting back, her hands digging into my shoulders, claws drawing blood, “is the largest I've ever had.”

“Glad to be of service,” I replied, thrusting up and making her gasp.

Picking up the pace, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around me, her tail curling around one of my legs. Ket began bouncing up and down faster and faster. Leaning in, I kissed her, my hands grabbing her ass. As we kissed, she began moving even faster, moaning into my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her, I started fucking her harder, slamming myself into her as fast as I could.

Ket gasped, throwing her head back and screaming. Her inner walls clenched down around me, the sudden increase in pressure and the sensation of her juices flowing over my length nearly pushed me over the edge. Nearly.

“F-fuck,” Ket stuttered, her body shivering as I continued thrusting into her.

“You're not done yet,” I groaned, pushing her back and lifting her legs onto my shoulders.

Lifting her off the ground, I turned and slammed her back into the wall, using it as leverage to fuck her even harder. As I did, Ket wrapped her arms and legs around me, her tongue hanging out of her beak and her eyes rolling back.

“Gonna cum,” I grunted, slamming myself deep inside her, her stomach bulging from my length, as the head pushed against her cervix.

“Breed me,” she growled, leaning forward to nibble on the side of my neck.

I could feel my balls tighten, and my cock throbbed as it released spurt after spurt of cum directly into her womb. At the same time, I could feel her inner walls flex and spasm, milking me for all I was worth.

As we both rode out our orgasms, we held each other, panting and groaning, our sweat mingling and running down our bodies. Eventually, I let Ket's legs down, and she leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

“Are you alright?” I asked, rubbing her lower belly.

“I am,” she responded, placing her hand over mine, “but it has been a long time since I had a mating so enjoyable.”

“Well, you're welcome back whenever you'd like,” I said, smiling up at her, and she smiled back.

“Good, because I plan on staying here for a long, long time," she replied, reaching out to cup my chin and pull me in for a kiss. There was a gentle cough to my left, causing Ket and I to break the kiss and turn to gaze at the amused face of Jessica.

“I come to tell you that I received the job at Afterlife, and I find you fucking the bodyguard,” she said, strutting up to us. “It can make a girl feel… left out.”

“Well then,” I said with a grin. “If you want to join us, you are wearing far too many clothes.”

Jessica smirked at that, and I watched with interest as she began stripping. As she did, I noticed the hork bajir looking down and licking her beak, her tail twitching. Once she was completely nude, Ket let out a breathless sigh.

“Your breasts are magnificent,” she whispered, reaching out and grabbing one of them, squeezing it gently and eliciting a gasp from Jessica.

“And your tongue is a thing of beauty,” she moaned, cupping the mando's jaw, leaning in and kissing her.

The two kissed for several moments, their tongues sliding across each other. Then Ket pulled away, a line of saliva connecting the two for a moment, and knelt down, her tongue extending and sliding up and down Jessica's front, wrapping around one of her breasts as the tip teased a nipple. I couldn't help but imagine that tongue wrapped around something else, and my cock throbbed as I walked behind Jessica.

“Darling,” Jessica breathed as I turned her head to face me and kissed her.

We kissed for a moment, her soft lips against mine, before pulling away. As we did, she gave a slight shake of her rear, and my hands drifted down her back, along her spine and over her ass. Sliding further down, I spread her cheeks and slid a finger into her dripping cunt.

"Mmm, yes," she gasped, her eyelids fluttering as she bit her lower lip.

I slowly worked my finger in and out, enjoying the warmth and tightness. Before sliding the finger out of her pussy and sliding it to her backdoor. Pressing the finger against the tight ring of muscle, Jessica moaned and pressed back, the tip sliding inside her.

"I need this," she whimpered, turning her head to look at me, her eyes burning with need.

"I know," I murmured, kissing her neck as I continued to work the finger in and out of her ass.

"So stop teasing me," she begged, her breathing coming faster.

"Okay," I replied, sliding the finger out.

I positioned the head of my cock against her asshole, and slowly pushed the head into her. We hadn't done anal since that first time, and she'd had more than enough time to become just as tight as she'd been when I'd first taken her ass.

"F-fuck, it's big," Jessica moaned, her head tilting back as her knees quivered.

"Yes, you are," I groaned, my eyes half-lidded.

"That's not what I," she started, before letting out a sharp cry.

Ket's tongue had just slid inside Jessica's dripping pussy, and now it was moving in and out. I could feel the mass of muscle through Jessica's inner walls, and it made me so fucking horny.

“Oh shit, that’s…” Jessica gasped, before her words trailed off into moans.

"How does it feel?" I asked, my voice husky.

"Like there's a serpent in my cunt," she groaned, her knees almost giving out.

I grinned at that, and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. Jessica let out a gasp, then moaned as my lips met hers, our tongues wrestling for dominance. As they did, my other hand reached around and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing and fondling the soft flesh.

I could feel the heat coming off of her body, and her skin was slick with sweat. My own body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration, and the room felt like an oven.

As our tongues slid across each other, and our lips pressed against one another, Jessica let out a series of muffled cries. I could feel her clit throbbing, her pussy tightening, and her legs beginning to shake. She was close.

Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of her ass, spreading her cheeks, and thrust forward, completely burying myself in her ass as I came. At the same time, her orgasm hit, her pussy clamping down on the tongue still buried in her, her juices flowing down her thighs and splashing on Ket's face.

We all stood there for a moment, catching our breath, before I slowly pulled out of her, and she let out a moan, her legs giving out. I managed to catch her, and Ket helped me carry her to a nearby couch, where we lay her down.

"Thank you," Jessica said, her voice hoarse, a smile on her lips, and her eyes closed.