Space Elves and... Reptiles?

And now for something completely different:

As with the perky cat lady breasts located two posts below, this lovely image is provided by sauce-master extraordinaire *morningstar at http://gerbilfat.tumblr.com/.

Because the image is focused on what matters most, allow me to add a morsel of context before moving on to the accompanying tale.

This pairing, like Ase and Shale below, comes out of a game I run occasionally with the artist. It's a sandbox game rooted in the notion that every now and then, it's good to play something mindless with no higher goal than to blow things up, craft ridiculous arguments, and throw a variety of hot sci-fi characters into each others' pants.

Rakheem--the male with the blue tool--is inspired very loosely by a bearded dragon, and colored like some fantastical lizard I found in a google image search while I was drunk.

Reoti--the blue tool recipient--is something of a cross between an elf and a succubus. In space. Because, well, we could.

As you can tell, he's much, much bigger than she is.

While the majority of the game revolves around explosions and crew-centric drama, I did, in my spare time, take the time to write two stories about these two doin' it, each with a completely different tone and meant, as a pair, to highlight the complicated relationship of two very different people with very different cultures living together in a very violent and hostile universe. 

The first story, and by far the longer one, is intentionally ridiculous and meant for laughs as much as erotic value. It's also by far the more graphic of the two, and therefore best suited for an introduction to the setting and characters.

If these stories prove popular, I may write more with them. 

Here's the snippet:

Reoti grinned, reveling in the klop-klop of her heavy, feminized military work boots, the tops of which ran halfway up her otherwise bare calves. A form-fitting green-and-brown miniskirt ran just low enough to obscure her groin, at least as long as she stood straight up. And just over that, she wore a matching military uniform—albeit entirely too tight in all the right places to be authentic. The top three buttons had been undone and her heavy breasts strained against the tailored fabric, revealing everything short of what he wanted most. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Sitting up just a bit, Rakheem stared, dumbfounded. His curiosity over the origin and purpose of such a get-up was being outdone only by the all-too-familiar sensation of swelling. Of desire. Tilting his head the other way, he leaned forward a little, looking her up and down. “…What…?”

Leaning forward just far enough to present her ample cleavage, she eyed him up and down, appraisingly. “Feeling any better… sir?”

Rakheem’s mouth fell open, then shut, then open again as he caught a familiar scent. Well, two, really. Lubricant, both of the natural and warming varieties. Realization slowly sunk in. That swelling grew worse. Costume. This was a… costume. She put this on. For him. And now he was supposed to play along.

Spoiler: He plays along.

So, without further ado, I present to you: MRofEdLV. That stands for, 'Mindless Rutting of Elven dash Lizard Variety'. 

Enjoy, if you're into that kind of thing. 

            Rakheem awoke to a thump on the side of his head. Eyes still closed, the massive reptile groaned quietly. Another thump followed, right above his ear, then another on his jaw. As his partner’s tiny fist struck again, he wondered how long she’d been beating on him. He rolled to his back with a frustrated grunt, his special-order giganto-large mattress creaking under his weight.

He felt like death.

“Hey, dong-face!” Reoti snapped. Her nude form crawled up Rakheem’s hulking form, scaling him like a mountain of pillows. She leaned in close, her face inches from his, waiting.

A single blue-yellow eye opened, glaring up at the face of his elf-like companion. He imagined throwing her off the bed. Temptation struck.

Reoti’s pale lips twisted into a grin, basking in her victory over his slumber. “Hi there.”

With a heavy sigh, Rakheem opened his other eye, admitting defeat. He lay still, watching her dainty face, waiting for her to explain her intrusion on his much-needed sleep. Not for the first time, he thought about how contrary her delicate features ran to her personality. Those long, pointed ears screamed ‘graceful’ and ‘polite’, not… well, not her. Beautiful, crass, wonderful her.

Pushing her lengthy cream-and-coffee hair out of her face, Reoti paused mid-motion, holding up a hand. As if in a trance, she took a single finger and slowly reached forward, closing the distance to Rakheem’s face until she’d jabbed her fingertip straight into his nostril. She blinked. “God, you’re huge. I bet I could fit three finge—”

A loud groan cut her off. “Ree-oh. Why am I awake?” The ship was silent, this early in the morning. The rest of the salvage crew had to be sleeping.

Her grin spread. “Nimu just called me. He finally has time to see you.” The fleshy spade-shaped tip of her tail snaked up over her shoulder, tapping idly against her cheek. “You know, I bet with some lube I could fist your nostr—”

            “Ree-oh.” Rakheem shook his head, only to wince as a dull throb set in. His head was pulsing, his body ached, his limbs felt wobbly. Even his tail, as big around as Reoti’s sizable behind, hurt from base to tip.  

“What, Scale-twat?” Reoti frowned, making a face at him before rolling back to her side of the bed. Reaching under the bed for the little bin of fresh socks and panties she kept in his room, she stuck her tail in his ear. “It’s not my fault you eat bugs and get sick. Go see Nimurien.”

Swatting her tail away, the giant lizard just shook his head. Slinging one foot over the edge of the bed, he sighed. “Get dressed, elf tits. I need you to grab me breakfast, if you do not mind.”

“And, like any addict, you go straight back to your poison. You’re the only Godzilla-beast on this ship, man. You know it’s your food.” Bottom garbed, she rolled out of bed onto the floor and grabbed at yesterday’s bra.  “It’s no wonder you don’t feel good. You’ll eat anything. Bugs, plants… me...”

Rakheem scoffed, standing shakily, only to lean against the bed frame. A deep scowl settled on his face. She would tease him while he felt like paste. “Actually, no hakhii today. Too much work. Just a small salad, if you would not mind…?”

She turned to face him as she squeezed into her pants, frowning. “No space lobster? God, you are feeling shitty, aren’t you?” Her shirt fell over her head, and she squeezed up next to her overgrown pet Godzilla, gently rubbing her palm across his back.

Rakheem took a step and paused, closing his eyes. “Mmhmmm.”After a heavy sigh, he began plodding slowly toward the door.

Reoti hurriedly opened the door for him. After it hissed shut behind them, she matched his pace, glancing up at his pained face. He was usually such an incredible force, such a powerful creature. Seeing him this helpless was hard, and she knew it had to be even harder for him. “Hey, is there anything I can do for you, Scale-twat? I mean, besides grabbing you breakfast.”

Glancing down, he gave her a small smirk. “Nothing that wouldn’t make me very, very late for the good doctor.”

She grinned back, shaking her head. “Mm. He’d live.”

Rakheem paused, brow arched. “I can turn around if—”

“But you might not,” she interrupted, poking the end of his muzzle. “Go to the doctor. I’ll meet you there with breakfast, okay?”

He deflated a bit, only to nod slowly. “Fiiine. But you owe me. You and your big, fleshy tits and, and…” he trailed off, making a cupping motion with his hands.

Reoti groaned, rolling her eyes and smacking him on the shoulder. “Go.” And with that, she walked off.

*           *           *

Rakheem stooped to enter his quarters, a broad hand clutched around a small bottle of pills. Finding his room empty, he paused. His eyes scanned the dark space and his long tongue flickered, testing the air—at least as well as he could, with this cold. Yet there was no trace of Reoti. With an apathetic shrug, he lumbered into his room. The door hissed shut behind him.

When she dropped off his lunch, Reo told him she would be here waiting. Something must have come up. Maybe her royal elfiness had had to piss and he was out of the proper grade of paper. Didn’t matter, though; she had the key code to his room. She’d get here when she got here.

Collapsing on the couch, Rakheem took a deep breath, only to wince. Nimurien had treated his case with a rare attempt at humor. “Very serious,” he’d mused quietly, shaking his head. Tired eyes had glanced appraisingly over the giant reptile, from the talons on his fingers and toes to the patterns of electric blue on his otherwise jet black scale—stripes, spots, and spackles on his face, neck, chest, back, and sides. “A fatal case of Ugly Lizard. I am afraid there is only one option left to us.”

If the medication labeled “Pretty Princess Potion” was any indication, Nimu was beginning to like him. Rolling the bottle in his hand, Rakheem listened to the pills rattle a bit before looking at the hand-written directions on the side. “Safe w/ alcohol. Take as needed for ugly. Side effects: porcelain god worship, pretty colors, sore girlfriends. No machinery whilst tripping. Limit: 3 in 6 hrs.”

Rakheem sighed to himself, rolling his eyes. Reaching over the arm of the couch, he pulled some half-finished liquor from his side table and took a swig. After a brief moment of thought, he followed with three pills. Lunch was light, he didn’t mind pretty colors, and Reo was usually sore, anyway. Closing his eyes, he settled into the couch. He hoped pretty princess potions also treated headaches.

As if on cue, his door hissed open. A familiar face poked in, hazel eyes glancing this way and that. Spotting her partner, Reoti smirked and stepped in.

Rakheem tilted his head, looking down past his knees towards his visitor. The first thing he noticed was the hat hiding her lengthy hair--dark green-and-brown camouflage. His mind ground to an immediate halt; not only did Reo not wear hats, but this was a military hat, which made even less sense. His mouth fell open with the intent of producing words, but by the time he’d finished formulating a question, the rest of her body fell into view.

Reoti grinned, reveling in the klop-klop of her heavy, feminized military work boots, the tops of which ran halfway up her otherwise bare calves. A form-fitting green-and-brown miniskirt ran just low enough to obscure her groin, at least as long as she stood straight up. And just over that, she wore a matching military uniform—albeit entirely too tight in all the right places to be authentic. The top three buttons had been undone and her heavy breasts strained against the tailored fabric, revealing everything short of what he wanted most. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Sitting up just a bit, Rakheem stared, dumbfounded. His curiosity over the origin and purpose of such a get-up was being outdone only by the all-too-familiar sensation of swelling. Of desire. Tilting his head the other way, he leaned forward a little, looking her up and down. “…What…?”

Leaning forward just far enough to present her ample cleavage, she eyed him up and down, appraisingly. “Feeling any better… sir?”

Rakheem’s mouth fell open, then shut, then open again as he caught a familiar scent. Well, two, really. Lubricant, both of the natural and warming varieties. Realization slowly sunk in. That swelling grew worse. Costume. This was a… costume. She put this on. For him. And now he was supposed to play along.

His stomach sank. Rakheem’s ability to act was limited to the particularly useful ability to hide his vivid violent fantasies. No obnoxious salesperson had ever guessed, at least out loud, that he was daydreaming of turning their face into something resembling paiper- mâché and jam.

“I… um, uh…”

Reoti stared on, expectantly. Her hands clasped together between her thighs, leaving her upper arms to squeeze her bust. “Wellll…?”

Rakheem squirmed in place. He wanted to do exactly what he usually did when she showed interest, but between his ailment and his desire to see this outfit again, he knew that wasn’t happening. A deep, pained sigh left his chest. He was pretty sure he’d make an idiot out of himself playing this game, but, what the hell. Why not?

Vague memories suggested this sort of thing typically involved some busty woman boning her superior, so he decided to start there. He finally spoke, addressing her breasts as though they had done the talking for her. “I, ehh… a bit… worse, really, umm… soldier. The, ehhh… crew doctor, he gave me pills, though, so I—”

“Pills, huh?” she blurted. “Awwww, poor little baby lizard needs pain pills for his little cooollllld,” she cooed, patting the top of his head like he was a child. A child almost as tall sitting down as she was standing. “More like some fuckin’… overgrown kitten. Giant space kitten. Maybe you should go cuddle up to Thatch, share some string and play pawsies.”

Rakheem stared blankly, confused, though the image she’d presented left him suppressing a chuckle. Her mockery was nothing new, but her tone held far more challenge than he’d ever heard from her—at least sober. He sat up a bit more, now only halfway sprawled over the back of the couch. His eyes met hers as he contemplated this whole scenario.  Think, think. “I, uh… Excuse me? On… on whose authority are you even here? I sent for a goddamned… for a goddamned nurse, not the… camp bicycle.”

Reoti forced a frown, her face screwing up as visibly held back laughter. “We ran out of rations. We had to kill the nurse and eat her.”

Rakheem shook his head. A small smile took hold. This wasn’t too bad. Kind of fun, actually. “Try again, cadet. I’ve seen the nurse. You’d make a much better meal.”

She blinked, as though weighing whether her weight had been called into question. Instead of showing offense, she nodded thoughtfully. “I do have bigger tits. But I’m, ehh… better with the big guns, see.”

The Godzilla-beast rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Better with shafts, bolts, cranks, and joysticks, too, I’m sure. No wonder you’re a favorite.”

Reo grinned proudly as she reached for the pill bottle. After a glance at the side effects, she looked up at him and shook her head. “Some might consider this harassment. Sexual harassment. Are you harassing me for sex, sir?”

It was Rakheem’s turn to fight laughter. The pulsing pain in his head helped. “No, I was uhh… I believe I was just asking you why in the blue hell you are here, and not off performing delicate operations on some soldier’s crankshaft. You have two minutes to explain yourself before I… make you regret this nonsense.”

“Regret, huh…?” Reo giggled, her lips twisting into a grin that seemed downright vulgar.  Setting down the pills, she grabbed for his unfinished liquor instead. With her lips loosely on the end of the bottle, she made a show of finishing it off, letting at least half of what was left pour down fabric and bare flesh. She slammed the empty bottle back on the stand. “What’re you gonna do, sir? Put on some smooth jazz and hope my panties fall off? They’re pretty snug, you know.”

The oversized reptile was slow to respond; he could feel the medication seeping into his body, numbing his pain and soothing his muscles. Sitting up loosely, he looked her straight in the eyes, his face nearly level with hers despite his being seated. “Say one more word. Do it. There is a discharge and a cell waiting just for you.” 

            “You say discharge like that isn’t always how it ends. But a cell…?” she chuckled. “Can’t say anyone’s ever locked me up, before. Tied me, sure, but… a cell? Kinky.” Leaning back just a bit, she played with the edge of her uniform.

Rakheem blinked. His head leaned to one side, his face seemingly aghast. “You are unbelievable. You are out of place, out of line, very much about to lose your career and future reputation, and you still have not told me why you are fucking here. You need a psychologist, you crazy cocklocker, and you will be happy to know that one will be offered in—”

            “Cocklocker?!” she balked, only to burst into a fit of giggles. “Why, sir, there you go again. Since I’ve arrived, you’ve done nothing but reference my admirable cock-taking aptitude.”

            Reaching for a pen and pad on his nightstand, Rakheem proceeded to doodle, as though it were some ominous note, a hamburger and a miniature Akiva--their six-winged insect crewmate, who very closely resembled something that Rakheem would have eaten on his home planet.

Reo smirked. “Well, how come? You gonna tell me? Either you’re out of line, yourself, sir, orrr… you’ve heard something.”

He cast a brief glance over the paper as he drew, as if to acknowledge her statement. “…I’m partial to some… information, yes. Would you like to spend time on the M.I.L. Ferdinand or on the D. Proxy?”

Her face twitched, registering her amusement even as she worked to hide it. “The D.P., please. Now, you are aware that, according to Statute Sixty-Nine, I have a right to be informed of any rumors or defamation concerning myself, by my commanding officer. Something you have not done. Sir, what did you hear?” Her fingers fell back to her top. She played with the fourth button.

Rakheem looked back up. Statute Sixty-Nine? Seriously? He would have quit playing, if he wasn’t so proud of her. And he really wanted to see that button fall loose, something his clawed fingers couldn’t easily do without destroying it. “…Not rumors so much as facts. I’ll summarize. You might get off on the details. I don’t need a mess all over my floor.”

Grinning to herself, Reo paced slowly away, towards the case of fruity gin drinks she’d left open on his floor the night prior. “Oh, please. I’m not that mess… well, yeah, okay. I am that messy.” She reached slowly forward for a bottle, bending with her back and not her knees, until her skirt had betrayed her panties to his view. Lace, hunter green, and sticky with moisture, clinging to her every curve. As soon as they appeared, they were gone.

Rakheem took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Despite what you may have heard, trading video games, movies, or pornography for sex does constitute prostitution. Trading all three for three cocks at a time… is also prostitution.”

Reoti’s face melted into a sloppy smirk. The button fell loose, revealing her navel and releasing a bit more tension from her breasts. They sank just a little, pressing her hardened nipples firmly against the wet cloth. It was always cold on this ship. “And this bothers you because you’re… jealous.” Using the shirt over her breast, she popped the lid off her gin, flashing nipple in the process.

As he put the finishing touches on his hamburger, he gave her an irritated scoff. It was hell to keep his eyes on her face, but he managed. “It bothers me for the reason it should bother me. You’re disrupting the ranks. We’re here to fight, not to fuck.”

“No, no, that’s not true,” she giggled. One of her hands fell to his knee, fingers kneading his firm, scaled flesh. “You’re jealous. You smell sweat and cum all over me every time I pass you by. I’ve fucked every other cute boy here, and you haven’t had a taste. And—”
            “What I’ve smelled has nothing to do with—” he interrupted, only to be cut off himself.

“And you want to do what you’ve done to so many of the girls you haven’t had, and force your big, ugly cock down my pretty throat.” And with that, she tipped her bottle back, sloppily chugging the high-proof alcohol as though it were some cheap beer.

Rakheem blinked, looking up from Akiva’s freshly-drawn carapace to watch her gin trickle down her chin. He allowed himself to glance down her body, to imagine her taste, even if he’d had it so many times before. He swallowed hard. “…what gives you that idea?”

Reo belched, then laughed at herself before finishing off the drink. Dropping the empty bottle to the floor, she inched forward, her hand sliding up from his knee to his inner thigh. Closer, closer, and closer still to the well-hidden slit from which his shaft would eventually emerge. “Because I’ve heard you tell your buddies all about it. These ears are more than handles, you know.” She smirked. “You love finding the little service stations like me.” Fingertips trailed down the inside of his thigh. “And you love ruining them for everyone else. Fuckin’ ‘em ‘til they screeeeam and beg. I hear you’re quite the rip job, you know. Eleven inches, is it? And curved just right.”

For the first time in his sober memory, he felt the tip of his slick, blue shaft ease free completely of its own volition. And though he knew, immediately, that the medication was to blame, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. The fleshy spines along his jaw and neck fell flat, his tail quivered, and he felt just a bit light headed. He opened his mouth to say something, to play this off, but all he managed was a stammer.

Reoti let her gaze drift south, eyeing his shame with a wicked grin. Her tail fidgeted behind her as she looked back up. “Mmm. You horrible, worthless sleaze.”

The reptile took a deep breath. He was silent as he took in her form, her body, his eyes traveling up and down.

Reoti chuckled softly, licking her lips as her knee slid up and on to his thigh. Her skirt rode up, panties making a second appearance. The fabric between her thighs was even darker than before. “Oh, look. I’m soaked. You, ehh… have any ideas? On what to do about it?”

Rakheem tilted his head to the side a bit, his tongue flickering. He didn’t understand this. He felt vulnerable, as though losing control of his erection would somehow render him helpless. And yet, that sense of defenseless was starting to turn him on. “Mmm. With all this posturing of yours, all this… mouthing off, you may just be...” he trailed off, thinking. He wasn’t about to relinquish control, not that easily. “I think I smell blackmail, so, you tell me. As someone in my position, how am I supposed to know you didn’t… prepare?”

Scoffing to herself at his pathetic excuse, Reo shook her head. With a sinister grin, she grasped his shoulders, pulling herself up and on to his lap. The exposed tip of his length pressed against her thigh as she sat up on her knees, drawing her lips to his ear. “I did prepare,” she cooed, arching her back and tugging on the back of his head, forcing him to stare at her body. “I prepared for an hour, you big disgusting fuck. With the biggest toy I have.”

Rakheem’s vision blurred, a surge of lust overwhelming him, so powerful it brought a quiver to his shoulders. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from her body. The last hint of control slipped. Three inches, five, then finally his eleventh slid free with a soft, wet sound, announcing his body’s betrayal of his will. There was nothing he could do to hold it back. “I hope, for your sake, that your intentions are as… transparent as they seem. Because whether or not you are fucking with me, little tramp, I am fucking you.”

Reoti’s next words were a hiss, her lips flush against the side of his face. Her tail tip curled down her stomach, down her skirt. A soft ‘schlick’ soon followed, and her shoulders twitched. “I am so unbelievably… uncontrollably… overwhelmingly horny, sir, that if you don’t drop your bullshit and fuck me, I am going to storm out of here and fuck the first three boys I see.” Her tail tip slid free, trailing over her shoulder and up to her lips. It was moist. “…at the same time.” And then, just to be wicked, she nibbled on the edge of her juicy spade.

Rakheem’s breath quivered as lust welled between his thighs. If her goal had been to render him helpless, she had succeeded. But it was not her desire he’d surrendered to. Breathless and hungry, his thumbs found the sides of her shirt. They pulled. Hard, candy nipples were exposed, followed by the mass of her heavy breasts as they lurched free, framed on either side. His long tongue slithered free, tracing up and down her ear and neck.

Reoti gasped softly, her hands sliding up first his stomach, then her own.  She cupped her breasts in her hands, rolling them in her palms and giving them a firm squeeze before raising a nipple to her lips. With a vile grin, she gave it a few soft licks, then watched as it grew harder. 

“God… damnit, woman.” Rakheem grasped her bottom firmly, only to rake his claws down her thighs. “Fuck you.” His hands slid back to her ass, pushing her skirt up, and a thumb claw pulled her panties away from her pink, swollen folds. No more waiting. He would have her now.

“Yesss, you ugly piece of shit. Fuck me.” Her hands found his chest. With a lick to the underside of his jaw, she pushed down slowly, until hot pink flesh pressed against cool slick blue. Drawing her tail tip back to her teeth, she gave Rakheem her cheekiest grin.

In the instant she pressed down, her jaw and his both fell slack. Her swollen folds gave way with a wet, elongated squish, stretching apart as they slowly swallowed eleven inches of rigid blue. Her eyes trailed down, taking in the sight of her mound, bulging with the thick base of his cock where smooth flesh met scale. She glanced back up, eyes meeting his with a drunken smile, her cheeks flushing pink as a small gasp left her throat. “Ffuuuuckkk…”

            Rakheem’s eyes widened, then fluttered shut, his hips as still as hers. His huge hands found her back, feeling the quiver in her taut skin, her body’s subtle resentment of the way she pushed and punished it. His palms climbed down, claws leaving streaks of red until he cupped her plump bottom firmly. With a lick to the tip of her ear, he lifted her above his lap, groaning quietly as he slowly unsheathed his length. When just his glans remained in her sopping heat, he spread his thighs, took a deep breath, and thrust back in.

A quivering moan rode up her spine, straight to her lips. Her grip on his neck grew looser as his shaft fell free, only to tighten as he filled her up again, her flesh so snug around his that it bordered on painful. When his body fell into a gentle rhythm, stretching her gently at the height of every motion, she pressed her warm cheek against the cool scale of his chest. Her eyes squeezed shut, a small gasp riding on every breath. “Ffffuuckk… sirrr, fuck me harderrr.”

“Don’t… mmnnhh… don’t tell me how to do my job, sssoldier”. Rakheem groaned quietly, his pace slowly picking up despite his faux protest. He could feel the muscles in her hips pushing back, fighting back against his grip. His hands slid to her thighs, feeling her smooth skin beneath his rough palms, sweat beginning to bead on its surface.

“Harder, or I’ll…” she began, only to hiss out a long, hungry sigh. Her palms pressed up against his chest, pushing against him, using his mass as leverage.

Rakheem returned his claws to her shoulders beneath her shirt, raking her flesh almost hard enough to make it bleed. When her back arched and a loud gasp escaped her lips, he cupped her head in one hand and drew her gaze to his own. “Or you’ll what?”

Giving him a wicked grin, she pushed hard against his hips, impaling herself on his thick length. Her hands reached up to the sides of his face, grasping at the sensitive, fleshy barbs that lined his jaw. When he shivered beneath her grasp, and her grin grew all the more filthy. “Or I’ll tell all my hot, slutty friends… that… mmphhh… that you’re a lazy… lousy lay…”

With a sharp growl, Rakheem drew his palm to her bottom in a firm swat. While her shoulders twitched and her head rocked back, he pressed a thumbclaw up against her throat. “Fffuck you, you sleazy, trashy little… ” He gave her a sharp, sudden thrust, then another, until he’d fallen into mindless, merciless repetition.

A choked gasp left Reoti’s throat, her fingers curling against his chest. Her grin melted away, replaced by slacked lips, a furrowed brow, the mindless curling of her tail around his thigh. Her breasts began to lurch as his thrusts grew harsher, hungrier, and with her last remnants of conscious thought she drew her palms to his knees. Leaning back, she let her back arch and her eyes flutter shut, drawing her luscious body into full view.

Rakheem’s head spun at the sight below him, Reoti’s fit little frame quivering with every impact like his favorite dessert. He grasped her thighs roughly, feeling the muscles grow more tense, feeling the pressure build between her thighs. A pain was building in his stomach, in his thighs, his body protesting this treatment, but he didn’t care. A palm met the sofa below, trying to use it for leverage, if only to give her more.

Reo’s fingers dug into his knees, gripping as tight as she could, searching in vain for a better hold. “You just… just love the.. us squishy girls.. the tits and ass and the… the.. mmmmmnnphhh!!” She squealed, a shudder tearing through her spine. Her tail squeezed tight around his thigh, her next words coming out in sputters across ragged breaths “…biiig… fuckin’ monster. Fuckin’ squishy girllllllsss…”

“And you just… you just… can’t live without… nngghhh.. gettin’… fucked, like the slutty, squishy… whore you are!” The insult fell completely flat, his creativity having long since taken a vacation. Leaning his head back, he shut his eyes. His shaft slid slowly free, only to be bucked sharp and hard, filling her tight little body.

Reoti growled back, yet any coherent thought was lost completely as her body visibly clenched, thighs squeezing tight around his hips. “I… mmnnghhhh… I’m…. Mnnaah-hahhhhhh…!” Hands clawing at his shoulders for a better grip, she threw herself down, impaling herself on his flesh again and again.

A deep, hungry amalgamation of groan, sigh, and primal growl burst free from his throat. His grip around her bottom tightened. He yanked her into every thrust, hiking each motion. Cracking open his eyes, he watched as her toes curled, her tail thrashed, and her spine arched. Harder and harder he pushed, his claws digging into her flesh just hard enough to pierce. Scant trails of red trickled against his fingertips.

“Fffuuuuuuuuuuucckkkkkk!!” Reoti mashed her chest against his, wrapping her arms over his neck and shoulders, holding on for dear life. Visible shivers attacked her every muscle, her body twitching and jerking sporadically, rhyme and reason lost altogether.

As he felt her body begin to slack, Rakheem groaned softly, every nerve in his body on fire. The height of her arousal was electric, the sound of her ragged breath giving him shivers. He was so close, even as he wished this would go on forever.

“Mmmnnnhhhh…” Reo sighed above him, content, lips forming a sloppy smirk.

With a quiet growl, Rakheem willed his body free of hers. Without warning, he pushed her sideways onto the couch.

A surprised squeak parted her lips, followed by a giggle as he crawled up her body, then a soft gasp as he filled her once more. Tired fingers touched his cheek, and when his eyes met hers, she licked her lips.

Rakheem groaned. He couldn’t hold back, anymore. The pressure in his groin had built for so long, spreading through his body like fire. He felt warm and hungry, almost predatory, and dominant in the most carnal way possible. His thrusts slowed, then sped, then slowed again as he milked her body for everything it was worth, making her his own. And as he reached the point of no return, felt the heat about to burst between his thighs, he knew he had to see it. Primal, base, and possessive—he craved it. Grasping her hand in his, he pulled free, wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezing down tight.

His seed burst out so hard it left him trembling, the first strand streaking across her chest, face, and hair, trailing across her nose and nearly landing in her eye. The next followed quickly, striking her chin and mouth ajar, much to her surprise. She had no thought to object, her body high on its own release and his seed sweet in her mouth.

She groaned below him, squirming and gasping as he painted her swollen breasts, her chest, her flat stomach, covering her with his hot, sticky release. There was so much of it, so very much, but then, there was so much of him. A sharp gasp left her throat as he plunged back inside of her, grinding flesh against flesh, milking the very most of his climax. The last of his seed emptied into her body, mixing with her juices and coating his shaft, the residue building on her spent lower lips.

Rakheem gasped as he pulled out, length twitching. His body threatened to collapse, his every muscle exhausted from illness, drugs, and exertion. And yet, in the wake of that most amazing climax, looking down at the body he’d marked, he still felt lust. He watched her for a moment, squirming and panting, as covered in his cum as he was in hers. He felt his groin twitch. His thoughts drifted back to that bottle of pills, to the side effects listed.

Sore girlfriends, indeed.