Case Study: Interspecies Mating, page 17
Their young.
Would his hatchlings be able to suckle at her breasts? His species couldn’t purse their lips like that. And ratchi hatchlings were born with teeth and a hunger for meat. Would hybrid hatchlings? He couldn’t wait to find out.
“Rizor,” she groaned, teeth clenched. “My clit, please.”
His tongue slid from her hole, making her groan. He had no idea what she was talking about, so he simply hissed, “Show me.”
Letting out a breath like it was a relief, she reached between her legs and began to fondle, not her hole as he expected, but the flesh just over it where the delicate inner lips of her cunt came to an apex. He pushed her hand aside so he could investigate himself.
Being careful of his claws, he ran his longest finger slowly around the area, mimicking her motions. He knew he found it when she cried out, bucking against him.
Ah. He understood. There was a little nub of hardened, heated flesh. Something to pleasure her outside of her body.
How did he…?
Spreading her lips, he pushed his tongue out again. This time, instead of filling her hole, he used the two points of the appendage to circle around and manipulate that aching little ball of flesh. She screamed, grasping at his head, digging her nails into his scales. Just like a ratchi female would. He redoubled his efforts, eager to see if she could break his flesh and leave her mark on him. The little half-moon scars on his scalp would be an endless source of pride.
The tips of his forked tongue worked her throbbing little clit as he used his knuckle to tease at the entrance to her hole. He couldn’t push forward, not with his claws – he would never do anything that might truly harm her – but he could tease her entrance.
The moaning cries she released as he tongued her clit and stretched her were the best encouragement. She didn’t hiss or bellow, but her soft, erotic sounds made him lightheaded as he strived to pull more from her slender, elegant throat.
She pulled her shirt over her head, showing him that her human breasts were contained in a device of similar color and style as her panties. They pushed her breasts up and constrained them down but were of such a delicate and lacy material that he could see the pointed tips were a different color and texture. She squeezed them again, pulling on those tips.
He released a full bellow, right into her pussy, envious of those fingers.
She screamed, voice breaking, as her entire body bowed upward, going stiff as a taut cable as fluid rushed from her hole. He bellowed again, slurping on her cream while she continued to squeal and thrash. Her nails scratched desperately at him as meaningless babbling fell from her lips.
“Rizor… please… no… more!” Her voice ended on a screech that broke into a silent scream as he flicked at her clit and tongue fucked her hole, bellowing the whole time because, clearly, she loved the vibration of it.
Finally, he gave her a reprieve and he lifted his head. Licking his lips, trying to capture as much of her flavor as possible, he looked at the mess he made. Her little cunt was sloppy and glistening, her thighs trembling while her hole pulsed, desperate for something to grasp. Her clothes were a mess, her hair was a mess, she was a glorious, beautiful mess. He hadn’t bit her, but there were little scratch marks on her belly from his teeth, and he knew there would be more on her ass.
Perfect. Not a proper mating bite, but he loved the look of those lines. It only added to the mess he had made of her. The sight was only missing his cum leaking from her satisfied hole.
Not bad at all considering he’d never done it before.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her entire body still shaking. “That bellow should be illegal.”
He chuckled. “Thanks for inviting me into your room, tsaria. Feel free to do so more often in the future.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows, grinning down at him. “You keep eating pussy like that, I may not let you leave.”
His tail slammed against the ground, betraying his excitement as he licked her calf. She threw back her head, laughing.
“You actually like that idea. I didn’t even offer to suck you off in turn.”
He bellowed again, lower and slower this time. The idea of those pliant lips being wrapped around one of his cocks made him extrude. He didn’t think that little mouth of hers could open wide enough to take both of them, but even just one experiencing that hot, flexible, little tongue…
“I’d spend all day feasting on you. If you hadn’t stopped me, I’d still be doing it now.”
“Too sensitive,” she mumbled, reaching between her own legs to run her fingers along the outside, groaning at the slickness she felt there. “Damn, you’re too good.”
He hadn’t heard his female curse before. He rather liked it. Was it something she only did when she was in the heat of her emotions? He wanted to lick her again and find out.
No, better yet, he wanted her pull herself back together so he could break her down again and see if that brought out the cursing.
“I should go,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Already?” She looked surprised. “I was just joking. I believe in keeping things fair.”
“No, tsaria,” he said, stroking her inner thigh. “You’ve already stated you won’t have sex with me, and I’m going to keep you to your word.”
He was absolutely lying. If she threw herself at him right now, he’d catch her on both cocks. Thanks to his tongue’s exploration, he knew her cunt only had one hole, but he couldn’t help but notice how conveniently placed that little asshole of hers was. Two holes for him to fuck.
But not now. He was hunting. And he could see the surprise on her face when he denied her, but that was part of the plan. He wanted her to want him just as badly. To beg him for his cock. To surrender to his claim. Without actually hunting her, it was the next best thing.
“See you for our date tomorrow,” he hissed, stepping from the room and leaving her confused and wanting, legs still spread on her bed.
Chapter 14
Shoshana
Before heading to Rizor’s room for their movie date, Shoshana stopped by her room to change. It was a casual thing, and she didn’t want to wear one of her office outfits for it.
And it was much easier to suck cock when you were comfortable. Since she definitely planned on sucking at least two of them tonight, she better get cozy now.
Shoshana was still a bit intimidated by the whole alien dick situation, but she had never let something like nerves stop her before. If anything, knowing she was uneasy only made her more determined to face it head on. Literally and figuratively.
She traded her skirt and blouse for an oversized yellow shirt that showed one shoulder and was kept tight around her waist with a cute belt that could be removed with a flick of the wrist. It was paired with a pair of leggings that not only lifted her butt and showcased her legs but also had a cute green and gold scale pattern.
A choice she had made deliberately and was immediately rewarded for when she opened her door to join back up with Rizor who had been waiting outside. He took one look, and she heard his bellow – not quite inaudible, but definitely not as loud as it could be. The tingles only got better since she knew what it felt like when they was applied directly to her clit.
“Shall we?” She asked, grabbing her bag. It had her toiletries and a change of clothes. Just in case.
“Let’s go,” he hissed, offering a hand that she took with a smile.
Shoshana couldn’t enter the alien wing of the base where Rizor lived by herself. Her bracelet didn’t work on the door, and humans weren’t usually allowed there. She was the only exception.
Rizor took her through the door and into a hall that, disappointingly, looked exactly like the one in the human wing. Just a straight hall with doors on either side. Rizor’s room was immediately beside the entrance, likely so that he could leave quickly in an emergency.
The first change showed itself then. He didn’t have to push a button to open the door, it just slid open as he approached. The second difference was that his room was bigger than hers. Which made sense; aliens were bigger than humans. His bed was an actual, proper pod with buttons and a screen on it that hers didn’t have. He didn’t have a TV, but he did have a little device that turned on as he entered, projecting an image into the air that had even better quality than her LED screen. It came to what she assumed was a welcome screen, but she couldn’t read a word of it.
What really caught her attention, however, was the window. His window wasn’t focused on the lunar surface. Instead, she found herself looking out over what she could only describe as a fairy tale version of a swamp. It was a wetland filled with trees that were aglow with insects like fireflies, but their colors were a beautiful teal, reflecting off of waxy leaves of trees that had long, dangling vines like a weeping willow, barely brushing against the surprisingly clear water. It was a swamp, but she wouldn’t describe it as swampy.
“Is this your home planet?” She asked, staring out at the alien scenery.
“Yes. This is part of my clavas lands, actually.”
“It’s beautiful,” She smiled at him. “I didn’t think a swamp could be beautiful. I kind of thought they were all muddy and stinky.”
He chuckled. “Some certainly are, but there are many different kinds of swamps. The ones around my clavas are filled with clear water like this. We’re fortunate. My clavas was once numerous and wealthy, and our lands reflect that.”
“It’s stunning,” she said, turning back into the room. “Is that your TV?”
“My holodisplay, yeah. You can’t read it, can you? It’s in Standard.”
“No, I can’t.” She followed him to his little table in the corner. He pressed a button under the table and it sank down into the floor, leaving only the comfy seating for them to snuggle into as he gestured for his little floating robot to come closer.
“My combot,” he said as she stared in wonder at the tiny device while he pulled up a menu in the air like it was a remote. “What kind of stuff are you interested in watching?”
“What do you have?” She leaned into his side, kicking off her slides so she could curl her feet up on the couch, getting comfortable.
He grinned, pleased, putting his arm around her shoulders and holding her as he began lazily scrolling through options she couldn’t read.
He was reading off genres she recognized like action, historical drama, comedy, alongside ones she didn’t like mating dramas, water plays, and zero-g. She really hoped mating drama was just an alien way of saying ‘romance’ and he hadn’t just offered to watch porn with her. Not that she didn’t enjoy a nice, naughty flick every now and again, but it did seem early in the relationship.
Then, he said, “Trikball,” and her ears perked up.
“Trikball? What’s that?”
“It’s a sport. Number one sport in the universe.” He pressed something on the mini-holodisplay, opening up a whole other host of options. Little thumbnails filled with screenshots of teams for a game she didn’t recognize. “There’s always a live game somewhere, but they also have recordings of the most recent game for every registered league team.”
“Do you like this sport? Is it fun to watch?”
“I… used to,” he said, a strange expression on his face. “I used to watch it with my father. Haven’t actually seen a game in years though.”
“Oh,” her enthusiasm faded a bit. She didn’t know what happened to his father, but that expression told her it was nothing good. She didn’t want to step on any good memories. “It’s okay. We can watch something else. What’s zero-g? Like, I know what it means, but in genre terms what is it?”
“I don’t mind watching trikball,” he said, scrolling through the options. “If you don’t.”
“I love sports. Pretty much the only thing I watch,” she laughed. “I have a favorite team in almost every league you can think of. I was pretty bummed I wouldn’t get to watch any while I was up here. So, what’s trikball? Do you have a favorite team?”
“We did,” he said, no doubt referring to his father. “But they disbanded years ago. We can watch the latest game from the current leading team on Hr’ssri if you like.”
“I do like. Let’s do that. Explain this game to me.”
He did so as he brought up a recording. Shoshana was excited to learn about this new sport.
The sport itself was fascinating, played on a 3D field inside a giant zero-g sphere where the players could maneuver in all dimensions. The very top of the sphere was the goal, and there was only one. The bottom was called the drain and it created hazards for the players and could yank out them out if they weren’t careful. There were seven players per team, and they were ruthless. It was a full contact sport, with no holds barred. She watched one guy punch another directly in the face, chasing after the glowing, silver ball they were trying to claim.
The ball had bright lines of color going across it, showing the color of whatever team owned it. The gist of the game seemed to be beating past the defenses of one team, taking the ball, throwing it to a specific person on their team who could change the color, who would then throw it to someone else who tried to make it into the goal. Three strikers, who were the only ones who could make a goal, three beaters, who were the only ones who could steal the ball, and one rigger who was the only one who could change the ball’s color.
Every so often, the drain at the bottom would make a new hazard. A vortex to stir up the playing field, nets that hung in the air to catch the players and yank them out, little balls, like bubbles, that if hit sprung a trap on the player in question. It was chaotic and amazing, and she very quickly found herself roaring for the team they decided to root for.
Both teams were populated only by ratchi. They were playing to rank up in the competition to determine who was best on their planet. The best team on the planet would then join the roster for the entire Coalition to see who was best in the universe. Rizor explained to her that a full tournament took two years to complete. One year to win first place on their planet, then another to win first place in the Coalition as a whole. And it was staggered. So, the teams currently playing for the planet title this year moved on to claim the Coalition title next year, while the teams playing for the Coalition title this year would go back to the beginning to win first on their planet next year. It wasn’t a formal league or anything. Any group of seven people could register as a team and enter the competition.
Because of that, scrappy teams could form and take on big-name, well-established teams. As was happening right now. And they both quickly found themselves cheering for the scrappy team. Everyone loved an underdog, after all.
The game was high energy, exciting and fun. Shoshana immediately threw herself into it, but that wasn’t unusual for her. There was no team sport, from high school soccer to Olympic polo, that she didn’t enjoy in some fashion. Her favorite was hockey, because she loved how vicious and raw it could be in comparison to the others. And trikball had all that and more.
It took Rizor a bit longer to get into it. Not because he didn’t like the game, more like he was remembering how much he liked the game. The first time he yelled at the other team for being cock biting bottom feeders surprised them both. She laughed out loud as he looked shocked those words had come out of his own mouth.
There was definitely a story there with his father, but this wasn’t the time to ask it.
The underdog team didn’t end up winning, but they had a great time cheering for them. The game finished with one last goal by their team and though it wasn’t enough to win the game, they ended on a high note.
“This was so fun!” Shoshana laughed, sinking back into his side. She could feel her blood pumping with the excitement of the sport. Of sharing it with someone.
Rizor sat back as the screen went back to the menu. He let out a long breath like he was releasing a weight he hadn’t even known he had been carrying.
“Yeah, it was,” he agreed numbly, staring up at the ceiling as though dumbfounded.
Shoshana grinned wickedly as she stood. His arm fell off her shoulder as he gave her a curious look without lifting his head. She stood between his legs, hands on his shoulders. Oh, good heavens above, he was so broad and strong.
“This was a great date,” she told him. “I think you’ve earned a happy ending.”
His gaze dropped down her body and up again, clearly not knowing what she meant by happy ending but not looking a gift horse in the mouth.
Stepping back, Shoshana unhooked the belt around her waist with a flick of the wrist and let it drop to the ground. She gathered the oversized shirt and pulled it over her head. She had his full and undivided attention as she reached back to unclasp her bra.
That too hit the floor and he was staring at her breasts, captivated. She lifted them in both hands, offering one right up to his mouth. He didn’t need a command to use his thick, broad, rough tongue to swipe over her nipple. He used the forked tips to play with it as her breath deepened.
“Yes, just like that,” she said, massaging her breasts. He quickly reached up, knocking her hands away so he could take on that duty himself as he split his attention between the two peaks. The sheer alienness of his tongue only made it better.
She pulled back before she could lose her head though. She had a purpose this evening, and it wasn’t to have him lick or fuck her. No, this was an exploratory mission.
“Ready for your first blowjob?”
“Yes.” He didn’t even hesitate, making her laugh.
“Do you even know what that is?”
“No, but my tsaria wants to give me one, so I’m not going to refuse her.”
“See, that’s exactly the kind of energy I want my male to have,” she laughed, lowering herself to her knees, reaching for his belt. “That’s the kind of thing that earns you happy endings.”
She struggled with his belt for a second, because it didn’t latch the way human belts did. But he eventually reached between them to show her a button just on the inside of the buckle, concealed and hidden within the leather itself, that loosened the whole thing. Knowing what to feel around for – since she couldn’t see it – she was able to find the one on his pants much easier.
