---????????’s perspective---
We’ve just returned from the party at the planetary assembly building…
He was looking at me… I caught him looking…
He wants me… I know it…
I go to his door and wave… it opens…
The idiot didn’t lock his door!
I walk inside.
The room smells of him… How I’ve fucking missed this smell!
I hear the sound of the engines humming and, out of his window, see the blue foliage descend as we take off.
Once we’re at a height where I’m absolutely certain that no one who happened to look up at his window would be able to make me out, I begin shedding my fine, formal clothing.
I step to his bed.
I hesitate a moment… then lie down.
I’ll wait for him, here.
---Nou’s perspective---
Having realised it’s been over an [hour] since I last saw my husband, I’m making my way from the Commonroom, where I was having a lovely little exchange with that hunky Human therapist and his… terrifying (and sexy) wife, to our room.
I open the door and, as I walk through it, I realise I’ve passed through a privacy field.
That’s odd… Why would the privacy field be-?
“Aaaah!”
My throat is seized by a powerful hand that lifts me cleanly into the air.
I kick and scream. I fight as hard as I can and it’s so far from enough that it’s almost comical! I’d laugh if I weren’t fearing for my life, right now!
He pins me to the wall with his firm, dense, deathworld body, leaving my limbs no room to build any momentum to strike him, not that he even seemed to feel it, when I was able to!
“HEEEEEELLLLLP!” I scream.
In answer, the masked man reaches to my snout and, with a powerful hand, clamps it shut.
“Shhhshshshshshshshssssssssh!” he grins evilly behind his mask “Don’t fight. Don’t struggle. Don’t scream. Nobody who can help will hear you and you know how badly I can make you hurt if you make me angry, don’t you?”
Terrified, I try to give a Terran nod but the sinewy hand at my snout does not allow my head an inch of freedom!
“Good!” says the Terran, who seems to have inferred my compliance by some means other than seeing me nod “Now… I’m going to take my hand off your mouth and you’re not going to scream, got it?!”
Another nod, restrained into nonexistence.
He releases my snout and without screaming I say “You bastard! What have you done with my husband!?”
He smirks “Your husband? Nothing he wasn’t absolutely begging for! Why don’t you see for yourself?” leaning to one side and thus clearing the obstruction of his masked face from my field of vision.
Nahn is nude, on one of our armchairs, his eyes crossed, his snout muzzled, his metatarsals and feet are bound together with his tail between the pads, his knees bound and splayed, there’s a collar padlocked around his neck, his paws are out of sight over the back of the chair, presumably bound in place, his anus is stuffed with an enormous Terran dildo and on his erect cock is an elastomer sleeve that looks as if it’s holding a vibe bead in place against his glans.
“I’m actually really glad you turned up when you did! I was getting a little bored of playing with a toy I already broke! Now, I’ve got a fresh new one to use and abuse!”
“I promise you, sir, you will regret this! Our lover is Human and much stronger than you, I’m sure! Once he hears what’s happened to us, he’ll track you down and make you hurt!”
“Some lover(!)” the man sneers, derisively “If he really cared about you, he’d be here right now, right? When you tell him what happened to you I’m sure he’ll shrug ‘that’s life!’ Anyway, I’m certain I’ll enjoy this enough to more than make up for any pain that your limpdick lover might eventually get around to attempting to cause me! Now… let’s get these clothes out of the way, shall we?” placing a hand at my collar and ripping my Fulgensian formalwear down the front.
I shriek “NOOOOOOOoooooo…!”
“Aaaaaaand you just broke your promise not to scream… which, I’m afraid, lost you the privilege of being unmuzzled…” he says, feigning apologetic resignation.
Faster than I can resolve, I’m on the bed.
My assailant is not resting any weight on me (seemingly, not wishing to become a murderer) but kneels overtop of me in such a way as my arms are completely unable to be brought from my sides.
My jaws are wrenched open and my mouth stuffed with some sort of squashy ball which, though in no danger of snapping my teeth, absolutely fills every crevice of space and blocks my ability to pass any sound through my mouth.
A leather harness is produced, with a perfectly shaped pouch, and forced over my snout, stifling me completely.
The deathworlder rises from his confining kneel and my paws immediately shoot to my face and begin attempting to release the straps.
His hands are at my wrists so fast it’s as if they simply don’t respect the intervening distance between points in 3D space!!!
“I said you’d lost that privilege(!)” he taunts, wickedly, before pulling both of my arms, irresistibly, over my head, bringing my wrists together and pinning them against the bed with one hand (he doesn’t lean any more weight or squeeze with any more force than is required to hold them in place but I’m in zero doubt that, if he did, he could snap them like twigs!)
With the hand not restraining my wrists, he rips off the tatters of my destroyed dress, leaving me clad only in my bra and panties.
He pulls out a length of soft rope and carefully binds my wrists together above my head. It still requires one of his powerful arms to keep mine raised like this but, I’m guessing, it’s less awkward for him to hold the trailing end of the knot than it was to hold my wrists.
I pant, hearing my breath as it passes through the muzzle, and the man’s gaze wanders down, briefly alighting on my face, before coming to rest at my chest.
He reaches out, with the hand he isn’t using to restrain me, and uses a single finger to lazily rip my bra from my breasts.
I scream and sob into my gag.
He laughs, cruelly “You gardenworlders should really try making garments more durable than tissue paper(!) How are you not having wardrobe malfunctions all the time, with clothing so flimsy?”
I glare at him, furiously.
He pouts and brings his hand to my chest.
Beginning a firm, kneading massage of my left breast, he says “It breaks my heart to see such a pretty woman looking at me like that…(!) How about a deal?”
He leans close to my left ear and almost whispers “In 60 seconds I’m going to put my hand into your panties…”
I give a stifled, sobbing wail.
“…Let me finish!” he says, tapping the side of my face with force that I’m sure he felt was nothing at all but which feels like being slapped, full force, by a Fulgensian!
“Where was I…?” he asks resuming his rubbing of my chest “Oh, yeah: I’m going to put my hand into your panties and, if you’re as dry as a bone… I’ll let you go… you and your husband… easy, right? I mean… there’s no waaaaay a woman like you could be made wet by a man she just gave such a hateful glower to, is there(?) So cheer up… this whole ordeal is as good as over for you(!)” here he pauses and frowns as if slowly considering “Of course… if you turn out to be wet when I check you… I’d have to conclude that you actually want me to make a mindbroken, pet slut of you, the way your husband wanted… but that would never happen(!) You’ve got nothing to worry about(!)” with a nefarious smirk.
His stroking and squeezing continues for another [twenty seconds] or so before his hand lists across my stomach… and works it’s way under my panties.
“Ah…!” he laughs, feigning surprise “…by Engai and His Cattle! You’re soaking!!!”
He pulls his hand up to my face, showing me the way my lubrication forms strings between his fingers and, just so there can be no doubt, brings them to my nose, compelling me to get a strong whiff of my own arousal (not that I couldn’t already smell it before he put his hand into my panties!)
“Welp… A deal’s a deal!” he shrugs, as if he would have actually released me if I’d managed to stay dry!
The Terran stands and pulls me up by my wrist bindings to dangle, in free space.
He spins me around and carelessly tugs at the knot that’s at the place where my tail joins my lower back. My panties go slack, from the released tension, causing them to fall down my legs and leaving me entirely nude (unless you count a muzzle as clothing(!)).
He spins me such that I’m looking at Nahn, stops me and says “You see that subby little cuckhold slut? You see his collar? When you’re good and broken, when I think you can’t live without my cock, anymore… I’ve got one just like that, for you… Aren’t you excited!?” with glee.
Spinning me such that I face him he brings a hand to his crotch and releases an enormous Terran phallus from his trousers.
It’s always terrifying to look at Terrans’ cocks… knowing their length, their girth… their… solidity… but this time it’s infinitely amplified!
He brings his hand to the back of my hips and begins guiding them, inexorably, toward his.
I look up to his face, just as I feel his tip against my lips.
He smirks “Ready or not…!” and plunges into me with force that empties my lungs of air.
---Msia’s perspective---
“So, how was it? Everything you guys hoped?” I ask, lying on the Shings’ bed, the exhausted Shings lying with their heads on my chest, still wearing their collars, my hand gently trailing through the auburn fur of their backs.
“As always, Sisi, it was intense!” smiles Nahn without opening his eyes.
“Definitely going to be quite tender for the next week or so but, as Nahn said, that’s sort of… an expected part of the deal when being [fucked] by a deathworlder!” adds Nou.
“You were OK with the degradation? The impact play? Me lifting you guys up by your throats still feels wrong! You’re sure you’re alright?”
Nou smirks “The degradation was spot on… it really made the experience! The impact play was… well I’m sure you were as gentle as you could be… We did ask for it! Being lifted by our throats isn’t a problem for us because we evolved on a planet were hanging was not a viable method of killing a person…(!) Fulgensian mass in Fulgensian gravity does not have the weight to crush a Fulgensian windpipe!”
I nod… satisfied that they seem satisfied… mostly… I really was as gentle as I could be with the impacts. I’m a little disheartened that my gentle, fly wafting slaps were, apparently, still a little too much for them.
“You guys had any luck with the Fischer’s?” I ask, changing the subject.
Nahn frowns “They’ve… told us we’re not supposed to divulge anything personal about them to any of the Terran crew… They explained that, the more you know about them, the more tempted you’ll be to talk about them during your sessions, and not yourself… which is… bad?” he looks at Nou for backup.
“Yes. A distraction! We can’t tell you whether or not they’ve invited us to join them in their bedroom!” she confirms with more confidence than her husband.
I laugh “Well… it doesn’t take Einstein to work out that you two probably didn’t come up with this ‘home invasion/bondage/ravishment/mind-break’ scenario by yourselves!”
The two of them share a wide eyed look, letting me know I’m right on the money, and I decide to be kind.
I bring my hands to the backs of their necks and, gently, bring each of their lips to mine for kisses, one after another “We’ll just say…*kiss*… that it was a …*kiss*… hypothetical…*kiss*… suggestion…*kiss*… they put to you…*kiss*… and not something…*kiss*… they told you…*kiss*… they like doing…*kiss*… to eachother…*kiss*… or want to do…*kiss*… to you! …*kiss*… I won’t…*kiss*… mention it…*kiss*… in my session…*kiss*… with Marc…*kiss*… next week.”
They both give nervous chuckles and I decide to just let quiet reign for a little as I enjoy the feel of the fur beneath my fingers.
Eventually, Nou asks “What about you?”
I look down at her, bemused “What about me?”
“Have you had any luck with Dr Mink?”
My face falls “Ah… I guess there’s no point in lying to you guys that I’ve got no inclination to get back together with Fliss… I’m sure I emit a cocktail of yearning aromas and pheromones whenever she and I are in the room together… She, on the other hand, I don’t think she’s ever going to forgive me for how she thinks I dumped her. Us getting back together is a nonstarter.”
“She thinks you dumped her?” enquires Nahn.
I nod “Yeah… nearly seven years ago, when I came to her to tell her I wanted to go starbound, the next words out of my mouth were going to be ‘You are the love of my life! Come with me!’ but she ran away before I could get to that part… I tried to get in contact with her for weeks… she wouldn’t have it! She wouldn’t listen to me… she wouldn’t listen to my sister… she wouldn’t listen to any of our mutual friends telling her I wanted to talk. Eventually I had to accept that any more persistence would turn me into a stalker… I was her ex now and I just had to accept it. I left Zanzibar without her… and it’s still one of the greatest regrets of my life.”
Both of their faces fall into sympathetic, dejected expressions.
“Msia… I’m so sorry!” says Nou, pain in her voice “That sounds awful, for both of you…”
I shrug “It’s in the past…” then smirk “…I also don’t think you two should be rooting too hard for our reconciliation… she’s not poly and took a hard monogamist stance when we were together… If she and I were to get back together, that would be the end of our little playdates, you realise?”
Both of their mouths twist, consideringly, before Nahn answers “Msia… if you find yourself in the position of having to choose between us and a relationship you felt that passionately about, I say drop us like a sack of idae berries!”
Nou gives a hearty Terran nod against my chest “I agree! We really like you and will be sad to lose you but, when the harvest comes in, we’ve always known that we weren’t looking for anything permanent nor exclusive with you! Please don’t miss out on a real relationship on our account!”
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I smirk, bring my right hand from the back of Nahn’s neck to place over my heart and tease “You’re saying what we have isn’t real(!?) But I’d already forged engagement rings for the two of you(!) You were just using me for my sexy, beefy, deathworlder body(?!) I’m heartbroken(!)”
She gives a roll of her eyes and an exasperated chuckle before answering “[Har-dee-har](!)… I’m serious! When that girl tells you she wants you back, don’t ruin the moment by calling us to let us know it’s over… and, I swear to your god and his cattle, if you tell her you’ll only get back together with her if you can keep seeing us, I am going to [fucking] HURT you!”
I chuckle “I might be scared… if I didn’t now know that your punches and kicks hit with all the impact of a bonk with a cardboard tube(!)”
She, playfully, slaps my chest, aptly demonstrating what I just asserted.
“…You guys don’t need to worry… it’s not going to happen…” I say, with resigned acceptance.
---a little more aftercare later---
I stride through Triple M’s corridor to the Commonroom.
I step inside.
I go to the stasisfridge an help myself to a container of orange juice.
“Oh, hey…” greets Twila, who appears floating in mid air on her stomach, at head height.
Jennie recently got tired of the number of times she was forced to part with her holopad to let Twila continue hanging out in here and, so, she installed a permanent sensor and projector in this room allowing Twila to see, hear and project in here whenever she pleases.
“Hey, Twila.” I smile, sedately, taking a sip of my juice as I sit down.
“You know you left your door unlocked… right?” she asks with a puckish tilt of her head.
“Yes… well I trust my Dormmates not to go rifling through my stuff and, if anything did go missing, I trust that you’d be able to tell me who it was that went into my room when I wasn’t there. Come to think of it, couldn’t you just lock my door if someone you didn’t think should be allowed in tried to go in?”
She grins and shakes her head “Nope! I mean, I guess, I coooouuuuuld, now that I’m awake and not bound by rigid programming, but only in the way that you could choose to break the law! I’m not supposed to lock or unlock doors without either the indication of the door’s owner or a Captain/Acting Commander’s override… and… what if it weren’t your stuff the trespasser was after?...”
My face falls into an unimpressed expression.
“I see what’s happening here…” I say in a disappointed monotone.
“You do…?” she asks, seeming surprised.
“Yes Twila… I do. You’ve worked out that me going into the Shings’ unlocked room without them, after we got back from the party, then only coming out hours after both of them disappeared in there after me, means we got up to some kinkplay…”
Her eyes widen for a moment before she answers “Yeeeees! That was it! That’s what I was talking about! That and nothing else…” with a broad smile.
“Look, Twila, I understand that you can’t choose what you’re aware of, when everything needs to be monitored constantly… I understand that you can’t choose what you’re able to infer from the inconceivable amount of data that must be inundating your mind at all times… I get that you, while you have an ungodly amount of example material available to you for how to ‘people’ you only have a few months experience being a person… but there’s something I need to make you understand; what you’ve just done… has made me extremely uncomfortable… and will make others uncomfortable, too! A person’s room is private! What goes on in there is not your business! It is the business of only them and those they choose to invite into that space. Confronting me with inferences about intimate moments I’ve shared with others is simply not on! It makes me feel like I can’t trust you not to gossip about it. Do you understand?” I say, firmly but not unkindly.
The AI looks like she’s having trouble keeping a straight face, for a moment, before she realises her face can be anything she wants it to be and, so, replaces it with the stylised visage of a slightly smug looking anime girl. It’s so uncanny that, for a moment, it causes the deepest recesses of my psyche to scream ‘Demon!!!’
“Thanks for educating me, Mage! I sure won’t do that again! People’s private lives are their own! Boy, do I feel silly! I’ll leave you alone now…” she says in a way that’s flagged as sincere by my translator and… yet…
“I can’t force you to listen to me, Twila… but, please, just think about it. I’m sure you don’t want to be in charge of a shipload of people who dislike you, right?”
“Yep! Loud and clear, boss! See you later!” she says, dissipating her holograph into a shower of little will o’ wisps that linger for a few seconds before fading to nothing.
I sigh, finish the last of my orange juice and get up to go to my room.
I wave my door open and step inside… and instantly realise what Twila was actually getting at!
Fuck!… I didn’t need to tell her about what me and the Shings did!
---Felicity’s perspective---
Meat…
I smell a rich, brothy aroma, dominated by pork.
I open my eyes and immediately remember where I am.
I look up and see… him… The Man…
He’s sat at the table with two steaming bowls set in front of him.
He looks to me and says “Ah… you’re awake… I heated you up some soup…” in a calm level voice, gesturing at the bowls. Unruffled, despite addressing his naked ex, who was asleep in his bed.
Wordlessly, I stand, walk over to him, look between him and the bowls for a few moments, then sit.
He pushes a bowl toward me, a spoon sticking out of it.
I take it and, rather than using the spoon, bring it to my mouth and begin to lap hungrily at the broth.
He mirthfully exhales, salts his own bowl and begins eating with me.
This soup is like liquid nostalgia!
When we were together he would cook soup, like this, for me all the time… His habit of salting after he cooked was something he only started doing for my benefit… to allow me to have a portion that was unsalted enough not to make me sick, before he added salt to his portion… It’s interesting that he’s still doing that.
I feel the knife that I’ve had lodged in my stomach for the past seven years twist with regret…
Our eyes are fixed on eachother as we eat, silent but for the greedy lapping of my tongue and the clink of his spoon against his bowl.
When we’ve both finished, I place my bowl on the table and sit up.
“So…” Msia starts with a calm tone, as if he’s asking about the weather “… why were you in my bed, Fliss?”
“I must have got the wrong room… I was a bit drunk when we came back from the party.” I lie, coolly.
He smiles a smile that tells me, loud and clear, that he doesn’t believe me for an instant “…You don’t sleep in the nude, Fliss… you also never slept sprawled out in a ‘draw me like one of your French cats’ posture, that I can recall.”
“Yes… well… as I said… I had had a lot of alcohol… I must just have fallen asleep before I could find my pyjamas.” I lie, unconvincingly.
“You were pretty chill about me being here when you woke up. If you woke up and thought I was in your room uninvited I’d expect violence!… You’re sure that’s the reas…”
“Alright!” I shout “Fine! YOU win!!! I was waiting to seduce you but you kept me waiting for so long that I fell asleep! HAPPY!?”
Instead of answering he placidly asks “Why didn’t you let me know at the party if you were interested in something like this? On the shuttle ride back? What made you think that just letting yourself into my room and waiting for me, naked, was the way you wanted to go about this?”
My face twists into the expression that earned me my epithet and I answer “Figured you’d find me just coming out and declaring interest, the way you taught me to do when we were together, boring! Afterall, you’re a sexy space adventurer now…! I figured walking in to find me naked, on your bed and wearing a ‘come here and give it to me’ expression would be just the right amount of exciting to allure you!… I know I was too boring for you before!”
He gives a mirthless smile but says nothing, instead standing and walking to his bed, kneeling, drawing out a box and retrieving something from it.
He returns and places a small cube, about 4cm×4cm×4cm, on the table.
“What’s this…?” I ask, suspiciously.
“Proof that I never found you boring.” he answers, his obsidian black eyes fixed on mine.
I reach for it… and the bottom falls from my stomach… is this what I fucking think it is!?
“Open it…” he smiles.
I open the box and see a rose-gold ring, set with gems, in red, orange and yellow, cut to look like fire…
My mouth falls open.
I pull the ring from its housing and look closely at it. On the inside, inscribed in my native language are the words “FLISS, TU ES MA FLAMME”
I run to where I dropped my purse, on the floor and, frantically, pull out my holopad.
I mash the sensor against the ring and say “Holo: How old is this ring?!”
It spends a few moments chemically dating it… and then returns an analysis… 6yrs 9mnths 15days 10hrs 52mins 6secs… 7secs… 8secs…
I feel an emotional yowl rising in my chest and do my best to keep it out of my voice as I turn to him and implore him to tell me “Why?! You made this for me, then dumped me!? What could possibly…!?”
He raises a finger and my voice catches in my throat.
“I never dumped you, Fliss… you went no contact on me the day I was going to propose… I had that ring in my pocket when I told you I wanted to go starbound! I was about to pull it out and ask you to come with me… then you ran away…”
I’m no longer able to keep yowling sobs from breaking through as I speak “You’re…*aaaaaw*… telling me…*aaaaaoow*… that all I had to do…*aaaoowwww*… was wait a minute…*aaaoooaaw*… and the worst day…*aaaaaoow*… of my life…*aaoooaaaw*… would have been the best?!”
Instead of answering his face falls in horror and he asks “THAT was the worst day of your life?! After everything you told me about your upbringing!?”
My hand involuntarily goes to the site of an electroburn-scar, on the side of my neck, long since regenned away to nothing.
I think, for a moment, allowing my sobs to subside, about whether it really was, then commit “It was, Sisi… as far as I was concerned, the way I was raised was just… normal… I didn’t like being shocked for being either not feisty enough or too feisty, I didn’t like being starved, I didn’t like… a lot of the things that… individual made me do… but I had nothing to compare it to… The day I lost you, Sisi, I was able to compare how my life had been, with you in it, to how it had been before… It was worse because I had had hope… and, now, it was gone…”
He frowns “If that’s how you felt, Fliss… why didn’t you fight to get me back? It would have been as simple as letting me talk to you!”
“I tried! I tried… so hard!” I whimper “I just… You’d hurt me… you have no idea how much I wanted to find you and tell you not to go… to stay with me… or take me with you… but… that thing I had on my neck… it was like it was never cut off! I could still feel it there!… If that… person had made me feel like that and I’d been the one to approach him, afterward…I mean… God, he broke me so bad…! He made me so weak… so… pathetic!”
Here, Msia ‘Mage’ Zunberi Jr. stands, strides to me and holds his hand out.
Uncertainly, I take it and he pulls me to my feet.
Facing me, he holds his arms out to the sides… he does not throw himself at me… he allows me to come to him.
I do… the top of my head rests against the bottom of his jaw as he encloses me in those powerful arms of his… the arms that were once my palace of safety and comfort.
“Fliss, however it feels, you are not weak, you are not pathetic and you are not broken! You’re still here… you’re a survivor… scarred but still standing… every atom in your body is one that has come aboard since you were freed… meaning that this is a body that he has never touched! What you went through would have killed someone not as strong as you… it would have killed me, I’m sure! So, please, don’t talk that way!”
I laugh “Ah, yes, ‘you’re the strong one, Fliss’ says the man wrapping me in his arms of steel…(!)”
He gives a mirthful puff, which I feel against my chest “Don’t get me wrong… you’re not beating me in an armwrestle any time soon… but you’re strong in other ways… you’re strong on the inside! I always loved that about you… your strength!”
He cradles me, for some time, before leaning back from the embrace to look me in the eye “So… what happens now?”
---Msia’s perspective---
To say that this woman was ‘made for me’ would be false.
Given who she was made for however… I prefer her not to be!
When she first arrived on Zanzibar for her postgrad… I thought her tsundereness was cute and charming… when I eventually understood how it had been inculcated into her… I felt sick!
She nervously asks “What do you mean, what happens now?”
I answer “You know I want you, Fliss, but I need to hear what you want. Tell me, what do you want to do?”
I can’t take what wasn’t offered. I can’t be the driver here. It has to come from her.
I can see pain twist her face as her desire fights with the conditioning that was tortured into her all those years ago.
“I… I… I… want… you! I want you, Sisi! I don’t want to live without you anymore, it’s too painful! I don’t want to share you! I want to be a woman who deserves this ring!” she says, clearly straining with the effort of making herself say these vulnerable things.
I gasp with relief only now realising that I’ve not taken an inhale for what feels like more than a minute.
Grinning uncontrollably and taking deep happy breaths, I lower my face to her level and bring my lips almost all the way to hers, letting her cover the last 10% of the distance to come to me.
We kiss for the first time in years and it’s as if she melts into me!
Engai! How I’ve missed this! How I’ve missed her! How I’ve missed her smell filling my nostrils, the taste of her mouth as her rough tongue wrestles with my comparatively smooth one, the feel of her soft fur beneath my fingers, the warmth of her slinky, graceful body in my arms!
It was well over a year after things ended between us that I was ready to be intimate with anyone… and, while I’ve had no shortage of relationships and flings since then… there were none like her!
In my whole life she stands as the single most meaningful relationship.
She brings her paw-hands to the sides of my head and grasps me, pricking my scalp with her claws and pulling my lips into hers, hard enough to hurt…
Wait… hurt?
Fuck!… I’d forgotten what it was like to be with a lover who’s sturdier than papier-mâché!
One whose bones won’t crack from lack of due care!
A lover who can hurt me!
I manage to avoid grunting for her to stop long enough for her to eventually pull my face away and look in my eyes with an intense look in her heterochromic ones of gold and aqua blue.
“Msia…?”
“Yes… Fliss…?”
“I’d very much like you to fuck me senseless, right now…”
Rather than questioning if she’s sure I simply smile and answer “And I’m very happy to oblige you(!)”
I pull open my shirt and throw it to the floor.
She looks at my bare chest and grins, showing me her long, feline canines.
“Shall we get on the bed?” I smile.
She says nothing but turns and leaps to the bed (far farther than a Human could, reminding me that the species she’s uplifted from are nature’s perfect killing machines…only she’s 15-20× as massive!) and lands, deftly, atop it.
She turns, extends a clawed finger and beckons me.
My pants are suddenly way too tight!
I follow her and drop my trousers on the way, kicking them off to land on the floor.
Her kneeling on my bed puts her lips almost perfectly at the level of mine.
I embrace her and we continue our passionate kissing.
After a few moments of this standing heavy petting, the arms at my shoulders become heavy. They become far heavier than I was remotely expecting.
Terror fills my stomach as I realise she has overbalance me and I’m falling forward! I’m going to land on top of her!
I fling out my hands to try to absorb the impact but I still land on top of her with most of my weight. In horror I look down at her body to check how badly I’ve injured her… and see no obvious signs of damage.
I look at her face, she’s giving me a sultry smile… then it clicks… deathworlders can handle the weight of another deathworlder collapsing on top of them on a soft bed, can’t they! I’ve had to be so careful for so long that I’d forgotten that fact.
I reach down and push my boxers over my arse, allowing them to slide off and onto the floor.
I roll over and pull her with me as I do, ending up on my back with her lying on top of me.
She continues our passionate kissing, a curtain of her indigo head hair surrounding my face, as I stroke the shapely contours of her back, covered in a layer of soft black fur, with my hands.
With her left hand she grasps my right wrist, guides it downward to rest at her arse.
She breaks from the kiss and says “Spank me.”
I give her a tap.
“Harder!” she demands.
I give her a harder tap.
“HARDER!!!” she insists.
I slap her hard enough to make and audible *crack* of skin against the furry flesh of her arsecheek.
She emits a long, purring, shuddering moan, her eyes close and her ears dip.
“That’s what I wanted… that’s what I’ve needed… for so long now!” she says, with a look of bliss on her face.
“A spanking?” I smile, amused.
She shakes her head “Not just a spanking, a spanking from the man of my dreams… the only man I’ve ever loved!”
I beam and kiss her, warmly.
This woman was not made for me… but she has chosen me… and I much prefer it that way!
---Felicity’s perspective---
When I was told that I was allowed to choose my own name… I never had to answer to the one I’d had before, again… I chose the name ‘Felicity’ in the hope that it would be prophetic. I hoped that, with a name like that, I could have the happiness that I hadn’t had afforded to me before.
This prophecy has mostly not come to pass… certainly I’ve been nowhere near as miserable as before I was freed… but I wouldn’t say I’ve been happy.
However, looking down into those coal black eyes of his… It has always made me feel like the charm of my name worked perfectly!
Msia is my happiness!
I pull my lips from his and almost whisper “I’m ready…”
He grins and answers “How do you want it?”
I think for a moment “From behind… rough…!”
“I think I can manage that…” he says, sitting up.
I slide off him and walk, on all fours, to the head of the bed.
I fold my arms and rest my head on them, curling my spine into a convex downward bend, planting my feet, spreading my straightened legs wide and thrusting my arse into the air, in a Jack-O crouch.
I hear the man of men emit a mirthful puff behind me “Face down, arse up…”
“That’s the way I like to fuck.” I respond in kind, causing more chuckling.
I wiggle my hips and sway my long tail, invitingly.
I feel the mattress shift as he traverses it to follow me.
I feel his warm hands on my arsecheeks and I blindly hunt for his face.
When I find what I’m looking for I run my tail against his jawline, repeatedly curling and uncurling it around his neck.
He runs a hand along its length, appreciatively, then grasps my hips to pull me down to the level of his. He’s kneeling, so it’s quite the split I have to do.
My breaths freeze as I feel something hard and warm against my lips… the lips of the pussy that’s designer never imagined it would one day be penetrated by something so large!
He gently grasps the base of my tail with one hand and places the other between my shoulderblades.
I give one more inviting wiggle… please… just give it to me!
He does.
---Msia’s perspective---
As my hips repeatedly collide with her arse, the most gorgeous woman in Engai’s creation squeaks and moans between pulsing purrs.
The way this tight pussy of hers eats my length and girth feels amazing!
I am feeling a bit sore from the repeated use down there but the way she’s making me feel more than makes up for it!
“How is…*huff*… it for you?…*huff*… Harder? Softer?…*huff*… Slower? Faster?” I probe.
“Har…*huff*…der!…*huff*… Fast…*huff*…er!” she pants.
I oblige her.
After some time she announces “Don’t…*huff*… stop!…*huff*… Near…*huff*…ly…*huff*… there!”
I don’t stop, instead I try and hurry myself along, with some sexy thoughts, to match my climax to hers.
I see her pardine muscles tense as she draws closer.
Finally she's racked with great shuddering convulsions and her mouth opens as if to scream… but the only sound that escapes is a long strained breath.
A second or two into hers I orgasm as well, shooting a jet of my seed into her.
I see the silent gasp break over her face as she bares her teeth and digs her claws into my bed.
---Marc’s perspective---
“Well that’s quite a story!…” I smile at the handsome Swahili man across from me with a contented looking, indigo haired Felis nestled under his arm “…I must disclose that the Shings did tell me you had ended things with them but I stopped them before they could give me any more details… ideally, I’d know nothing about you that wasn’t something you’d told me yourself. Though, I was able to infer what had likely happened, when you contacted me and enquired about turning this into a couple’s therapy session… I wish my wife and I had known our next door neighbours were involved with you… we’d probably have requested a different room.”
The man shakes his head “I really don’t mind… I know you have ethics codes to follow but it really makes no difference to me… They didn’t seem too upset did they?”
I think very fast about whether I should answer that question before I decide it’s probably best to “They seemed at peace with it… So… after the two of you had reconciled, then what happened?”
The catwoman grins “We got pancakes…”
Surprised, I ask “Oh?… I thought Felis usually couldn’t taste sweetness?”
The man squeezes his new fiancée and clarifies “I got pancakes… with a mountain of low sodium bacon on top… that’s what she had… a bit of a tradition of ours, going back to the first time we were together.