Sexy Space Babes: Chapter Twenty Eight (NSFW) (Patreon)

AN: Normally I make a long chapter with both a NSFW and story segment. It has been pointed out to me though that people who like to skip the NSFW sections have to pick through those chapters for the bits they want. So this chapter is almost entirely NSFW.

If you aren't interested (no judgement here), then you can pretty safely skip it

He leaned forward, planting a kiss on the Rakiri’s lips, something that caught her off guard given the way she froze. It didn’t take long for her to reciprocate though, as her mouth opened allowing a long tongue to slither sensually out to meet his own.

Even as his tongue battled with Yaro’s though, he made a promise to message Raisha as soon as possible. Which meant he needed to figure out a way to get around the block on his messages that his classified status brought him. Fortunately, Tisi sympathized with his situation, and shared his certainty that something was strange about his assignment here. More to the point, she had no truck with the meddling of nobles when it came to one of her crew. To that end, she had said that Hela would be back by now, and that the woman would have no issue using her own contacts to get around the block.

Something he was eternally thankful to the young captain for.

Then any thoughts beyond what was currently happening went right out the window as Yaro pushed forward, practically pinning him to the rocks as she set about ramming her tongue down his throat. It held none of the quiet introspective civility he’d come to expect from the woman, instead it felt like he was being ravished by a wild animal as her hands roamed across his chest.

Part of his pride rebelled at the thought of letting the alien be the aggressor, but a greater part of him could only enjoy the sensation as Yaro’s powerful hands settled around his dick, the pads of her fingers surprisingly soft as her white fur tickled against the head.

He could feel her heart pounding as the supple globes of her breasts pressed against his chest. She was clearly enjoying herself as one hand gripped his shaft almost possessively, the other roaming up his chest. He wouldn’t deny there was some fear and excitement in him as he felt her razor sharp claws teasing along the muscles of his abdomen. Something that she seemed all too aware of as her eyes took on a somewhat sadistic glint as he squirmed under her ministrations.

The thumb of the hand on his cock paused at the head, the Rakiri’s soft fur grazing the sensitive glans, as the pad of her thumb slid over it. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine, which arched, forcing him to press even further up against her hot body.

She held him in place though, pinned between her and the smooth rocks of the spa wall. A sound almost akin to a purr erupting from her chest as he bucked, a sadistic grin on her features as she stared down at him.

Jason had to wonder if the polite woman he thought he’d come to know was a mask? A façade to cover up the veritable dominatrix his hunting partner had turned into?

"How did you make that shot?" she asked, her tone low and lascivious as her gentle stroking continued.

"Shot?" he grunted, surprise coloring his features. It was hard to focus on anything besides the fluffy hand sliding up and down his shaft with confident strokes.

“The guntra, Jason,” she breathed into his ear, her tongue slipping out to lap at the earlobe. “When it charged you, I honestly thought you were doomed. Injured or worse. Instead, you stood as still as can be, like the hunter Krios himself. A single shot and the beast was downed.”

There was no missing her growing excitement as she recounted the tale, which sounded a lot more epic in her retelling than it did in his memories.

He felt her long tail slide around his foot, the serpentine appendage gripping it with surprising power.

“Pigs,” he grunted, twisting as her own hands switched to twisting around the shaft. “It was how we hunted pigs.”

Her felt his mind beginning to get foggy, his release building, as she pushed further against him, her free hand continuing to roam across his skin with those razor-sharp claws.

“And what manner of creature is a pig that you humans would use such a… thrilling way to hunt it?” Yaro asked, nibbling the top of his ear with her teeth.

“It’s a…” Jason grunted, squirming, “a quadruped with tusks. When a male’s threatened, they try to charge you to gore you with them.”

He was missing a lot of details in that explanation, but Yaro’s exploration of his own anatomy had him struggling to recall even the most basic facets of what a pig was. If she went any further, he doubted he could have described it as anything more than ‘a sort-of pink’.

“I would hope to hunt one of these ‘pigs’ someday.” Her tail tightened around his leg, slinking upwards. “If only to see the feat repeated.”

She resumed stroking, her fist pumping up and down relentlessly, Jason’s twitching member buried in her silky fur as she drove him higher and higher.

Soon he could resist no longer, surrendering the pleasure that had been building like a dam in his core.

His entire body trembled as Yaro expertly wrung his orgasm from him, his emission staining both her fur and the crystal-clear water as it exploded from him.

Yaro watched it, curiosity clear on her face as his burning muscles squeezed rope after rope of ejaculate forth, coaxed by the furry she-devil atop him. His mind fogged, sweat beading against his forehead as he leaned back and let it all go.

Eventually though, it was done and he went slack. Yaro was content to let him enjoy the afterglow, stepping back to survey her handiwork. If he didn’t know better – and he didn’t – he’d say the woman was celebrating the fact that she’d manage to bring a human male to ruin using just her hands and a few saucy words.

Which he couldn’t exactly refute. She’d done exactly that.

“Was that good?” she asked after a minute or two had passed.

“Yeah,” Jason admitted, turning to level a challenging gaze in the alien woman’s direction. “But now it’s your turn.”

Now that he’d gotten his release, his pride had been stoked. He’d been putty in the alien’s hand, and his pride as a man refused to let that go unchallenged.

He was going to mess this alien up.

“Up on that rock and get those legs open,” he instructed.

The Rakiri cocked her head to the side, seemingly more amused by his declaration than anything else. Which only increased his determination to make a mess of her. She did as he asked though, clambering out of the pool with a shower of water, and clambering onto the rocks to spread her legs in a manner that would have made even the most experienced burlesque flush.

The alien just glanced down at him from between her legs, as if to say ‘go on then’.

He’d admit to some small trepidation when it came to the task ahead. He’d been with girls sporting a bit of hair down there before, but Yaro was by nature of her species liable to put them to shame. Yet he found that wasn’t the case. While her mound wasn’t exactly devoid of hair, it was akin to a light down covering rather than a true bush. Flattened by the water, it appeared almost smooth, her exposed lips already dripping thick syrupy strands of excitement down onto the stone beneath her.

He gulped as he watched another glob of her nectar fall from between her legs, before moving his face in close. The alien’s feminine scent rolled over him as he examined the thick meaty lips of her entrance.

Then he was surprised as his head was thrust forward, Yaro’s thighs clamping around him possessively. Her damp fur felt cool against his burning cheeks, as his lips finally met her soft nether pair. Downy fur tickled his nose as he tasted her essence, which was saltier than a Shil’vati, but not unpleasantly so.

His main concern was how she shuddered as his tongue lapped across her vulva.

“Oh…” she murmured, surprise clear in her voice.

He chose to assume this was positive, and thus emboldened, he parted her lips with his fingers, exposing the soft pink flesh within. Eagerly he dragged his tongue across it, the alien’s pleasure translated through the shaking of her thighs.

She was enjoying this.

"Ancestors," she gasped, "I didn’t know- human tongues."

One of Yaro’s fingers settled on his head, scratching pleasantly across his scalp. Her furry thighs tightened around his head as her other hand sank into the yielding flesh of her breast, claws roughly pinching at the pink nipple at their peak.

“Ancestors,” she hissed. “No one mentioned you had soft tongues.”

Pleased that he was making just as much of a mess of her as she did of him, Jason grinned as viscous fluids dripped down his chin while he sucked, bit and kissed along the alien’s pussy. His tongue dove inside, and he could feel her smooth walls tremble at his entrance.

The Rakiri whined, and he felt himself driven deeper in, as she practically shimmied forward, driven by little more than animal lust. He gripped a thigh for purchase and control, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, eliciting an adorable yelp from the alien. His lips sealed over her clitoris, sucking it hard for a moment.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Her thighs tightened like a vice around his head as Yaro thrust futilely up at him, panting like a dog. Her climax was obvious and Jason tried to draw it out as long as possible, his tongue veritably assaulting her clitoris, licking and battering incessantly. The Rakiri twitched and whined, mewling piteously as she rode out her orgasm. Eventually though it ceased, and the massive alien slumped against the damp rock, panting and exhausted.

Jason grinned triumphantly.

Of course, he was not satisfied yet. He wouldn’t be until his victory was utterly complete. Fortunately, his dick felt like a steel rod beneath him, just as eager to despoil the Rakiri’s insides as himself.

As he guided himself inside her, he let out a grunt, the pillowy soft walls of her tunnel engulfing his length in its entirety. The Rakiri echoed the noise, back arching at the unexpected intrusion. Her satin walls gripped and pulsed around him as his erection plunged into her most intimate depths, her lubricating juices leaking around his shaft as her passage clung to him. Soon he was in her to the base, her outermost petals kissing his pubic bone.

Which was fortunate, as he felt there was not an inch more room in her. She was tight too, more so than any woman he had been with in the past, which much like Shil’vati seemed contradictory due to her larger size. He found the answer as his eyes roamed across her heaving form.

He’d noted it before, but Yaro was impeccably toned. As he ran his hands along the flesh of her calves, it felt like steel cables were flexing just beneath the skin. Which explained why it felt like her inner passage was pumping away at him with all the strength and vigor of a pneumatic pump. Walls of satin soft flesh that kneaded away at his member, trying to pull his orgasm from him.

He wasn’t about to let her get the upper hand though. He was determined to be the ‘winner’ of this little contest. When it became a contest, he wasn’t entirely sure. It was though.

He began to thrust, angling his dick as best he could to find her most sensitive parts. He had no idea if Rakiri had a g-spot, but if they did, he was going to find it.

Which he did, or at least he assumed he did as, Yaro legs wrapped around him, her long tail doing the same with her waist. He didn’t miss the sharp intake of breath that accompanied the move, nor the way her insides had convulsed. Unfortunately, the move had also dragged him forward so that his face was pressed against one of the alien’s large breasts, the smooth fur brushing against his check. Not a situation he would normally have an issue with, but in this case it certainly made it harder for him to continue his work.

“Dirt Mother,” Yaro breathed, eyes staring up at the ceiling even as she began to circle her hips, the small motions grinding him further into her. Her hands sank into his hair, dragging him into the valley of her breasts as those wicked sharp claws slid delicately across his scalp. He could feel every bump and wrinkle of her hot and lubricated insides as their combined motions sought to drag them across his sensitive glans over and over.

It seemed, intentionally or not, Yaro had no intention of losing this ‘bout‘ of sexual congress. Which was fine by Jason. He had other tricks up his sleeve. His hands moved across the smooth fur of her hips, sliding up until they found large mounds that were the alien’s massive breasts. As his hands sunk into the soft flesh, they found their targets, and he pinched the rakiri’s engorged nipples between his thumb and forefinger – a tad more roughly than he might have done for a Shil’vati or a human.

He had a hunch that Rakiri were made of sterner stuff.

A theory that was proven correct as Yaro made a sound halfway between a yowl and a howl, bucking her hips and arching her back. Orange eyes gleamed up at him, half-glazed with lust, but he saw a hint of challenge was still there.

So he bit her.

Not hard. Little more than a love bite really, on the upper slope of her breast. He had to admit, it was enjoyable though. The sensation of sinking his teeth into something gave him an almost primal sensation of conquest. Even as Yaro yowled again, his member flexed inside her roiling insides pushing deeper until it pressed against something hard at the very end of the alien’s tunnel.

Which worried him. He’d been with women whose… passages weren’t particularly long. It often brought a quick end to any sexual encounter given that most described as being akin to being punched in the nuts.

Of course, just like in men who enjoyed a bit of cock and ball torture, there were women who weren’t entirely opposed to the sensation. Those women who found a bit of pain added spice to an encounter.

Given the way Yaro’s insides coiled around him and her legs twitched in what was unmistakably an orgasm, it seemed that she was of a similar ilk to those men and women.

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Yaro had never felt like this before. The males she’d been with before had been meek and shy. They had needed to be led, instructed, lest the encounter become little more than a tedious session of thrusting followed by disappointment.

The human was different. Ancestors above, was he different.

She twitched, another orgasm roiling through her body as the human continued slamming into her, his thighs slapping audibly against her rear within the confines of the cave.

What a deliciously lewd sound it was. What would her pack-sisters think if they saw her now? Taken from behind like some kind of base-born animal? Little more than a toy to a male – an alien male’s – whims?

It was so deliciously demeaning.

The human was strong and vigorous despite his small stature. His agile little fingers sought out her tender flesh, constantly pinching, twisting and teasing. It sent her brain roiling. Her head lay low against the stone as her ass wobbled in the air, the human’s strange bell-shaped genitals driving into her over and over, the heat pulsing in her belly.

Her velvet walls massaged him as he deserved, worshiped him, and she found herself almost eager to receive the seed of this dominant example of masculinity. Despite knowing that no union would form between them, it felt like her very ovaries were squirming in anticipation.

He gripped her tail, yanking it, sending a paroxysm of pain and pleasure shooting up her spine.

She couldn’t help herself.

She howled.

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Jason was having a great time.

While he wasn’t normally into the whole dominance thing, he could tell that Yaro was loving it, which was what really made the encounter enjoyable for him.

The Rakiri lay with her face on the ground, her large breasts ballooning out to the side as they pressed against the stone. The firm globes of her ass were right in front of him, and he couldn’t help but give each cheek the occasional spank as he kept a firm grip on her tail, using it as leverage. The sensation he received from each slap was incredible, soft flesh giving way to hard muscle beneath. He could have used the damn things as shock absorbers for a rail-gun.

"I can’t… I can’t…" Yaro grunted, but he had little idea as to what the normally cultured woman couldn’t do, as another tail yank cut off her words, sending out another howl.

As she arched her back to let loose her shout, her vaginal opening gripped him like a vice, syrupy fluids dripping from the opening to patter against the stone. Jason could actually see and feel the muscles in her thighs quivering as her howl petered out.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Jason could admit that it was hardly the most imaginative line. Sex-talk had never been his strong point. It usually just felt awkward to him.

Still, it seemed good enough for Yaro, given the way she nodded blearily. He gave her ass another slap and she yelped, her body writhing. Again, he wasn’t a sadist, but it was all kinds of fun to see the massive dignified alien reduced to a drooling mess.

Well, sort of drooling, he amended. Does it count if it isn’t her upper lips dripping?

He pulled her tail again and reached his hand below her soft pubic fur, gently squeezing the protruding nub of firm flesh. She climaxed violently, letting out one visceral final moan as her tail wrapped his hand with surprising force, wrapping around him like some kind of furred anaconda. Globules of her excitement streamed down both her thighs and his, leaving long damp streaks in her white fur. Her legs drove up, the claws of her feet scraping grooves in the stone as they shot out straight. Jason found himself on his tippy toes, the grip of her insides and the tail wrapped tightly around him lifting him up.

The sensation was incredible. Waves of after waves of Yaro’s contractions slammed into him. The base of her cunt felt like it might choke the very life from his member, and the heat coming off her left steam billowing from where they were joined.

He could hold no longer, and he felt his own orgasm fire off like a cannon. He doubted, even if he had intended to pull out, that he couldn't, such was the alien’s grip on him. Instead he could merely stand where he was, arms gripping the alien’s wide hips, the pair of them locked in place, paralyzed by their mutual pleasure.

It was a heady, primal moment.

One that ended all too soon.

Yaro’s tail went slack – along with the rest of her - and the pair of them collapsed. Yaro onto her stomach and Jason – with barely a shred more dignity - onto his back.

He lay there, listening to the quiet panting of the alien across from him.

“That was incredible,” he said when he finally caught his breath.

“It was,” Yaro said eventually, sounding more than a little stunned by what had just transpired. Which did incredible things for his ego. A guy liked to know a lady appreciated his efforts.

“Though… I… enjoyed it greatly,” Yaro began, sounding hesitant. “I would ask that you… don’t repeat the specifics of what occurred here.”

Jason hadn’t had any intention of doing so. He wasn’t the type to kiss and tell. Still, it wasn’t like Yaro knew that. Plenty of guys bragged about ‘scoring’, and he had a feeling that went double for women in a galaxy where men were comparatively rare. All the women he’d been with certainly weren’t shy about crowing about said encounters. To anyone that would listen. At length and in great detail.

So no, he had no trouble understanding why Yaro was asking.

That didn’t mean he was above teasing her about it.

“Which part? The part where you challenged me? Or the part where I made you mewl like a kitten?”

“Please Jason, I did not… mewl…” Yaro argued, though she couldn’t look him in the eyes as she said it. “I also have little clue what a kitten is.”

Jason just grinned at her. “Alright, I promise not to tell anyone…”

“Thank you Jason,” Yaro said, relief clear in her posture. “It would be… improper if people knew I allowed myself to be… manhandled in such a way.” She paused. “Though I would not be… opposed to it occurring again. In a private setting.”

“…If you’re able to go for another round.” He finally finished, as soon as her Yaro had finished her own uncharacteristically rushed diatribe.

The Rakiri just stared at him. He stared back.

“What?” she said finally.