Shore Leave - Part One

Story by Jeeves on SoFurry

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#1 of Shore Leave

Two lovers take some shore leave from the busy ship on which they work, and revel in their time alone together. <3


This story commission was written for ViperXV. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and futuristic, sexy chemical use leading to mild cum-inflation. :3

Shore Leave - Part One

"How did you manage to organise this? I mean... seriously, Kes. Never mind how you got them to give us time off together, how that didn't raise any questions about... y'know, in-office fraternisation and stuff. But, all of this?"

Kestra just beamed as Rilanthus padded ahead of her slightly, arms raised as he stared in awe at the beautiful dawn-lit villa beside which their shuttle pod had just landed. It was built into the side of a cliff-face, upon an outcrop rich with long grass and a path that zig-zagged its way down to a beautiful, secluded cove before. The villa, of course, belonged to the company for which they worked. It served more often as a venue for negotiations or as a retreat for higher level members of the organisation, those who worked at corporate rather than out on the frieghters carrying stock between the known worlds. Today, however, and for the next couple of days according to Kestra, it was theirs.

The desert iguana turned back to the more dragon-like lizard, shaking his head at her not in any slight manner of disappointment or frustration, but in wonder. In sheer amazement at how she had pulled this off.

She just giggled, sticking her tongue out playfully as she hoisted her travelling case off the ground beside her once more and began to approach Rilanthus, only to walk right past him and towards the front door of the building. Without looking back, she called over her shoulder.

"I'm a communications officer, Ril. I communicated. There's a good reason why you never win arguments with me... aside from the fact I'm always right, anyway."

Rilanthus opened his muzzle to respond, but closed it again with a smirk. Even jokingly, he wasn't going to risk starting an argument with Kestra, especially not an argument about arguing. Not here. Not at the start of what had the potential to be such a wonderful few days away from the ship. Away from everyone and everything. Instead the iguana stepped forward, quickening his pace upon his clawed feet to catch up with Kestra. By the time she arrived at the door of the villa he was right behind her, and as she leaned forward slightly to have her retinal scan taken to unlock the door, a soft murmur of happiness escaped the lizard when she felt hands upon her hips, and the playful yet intimate grinding of a crotch against her rear end.

The villa's door opened with a hiss, and a soft, synthetic voice greeted them.

"Welcome home."

They didn't need to be welcomed though. As Kestra darted in and Rilanthus followed, as she set her bag down and spun upon her heels, throwing her arms around the iguana and kissing him deeply upon the muzzle while he did the very same to her, they were already perfectly welcome in the only way that really mattered. They were already home, right there in one another's embrace. They had days. Days alone. Days together. Days to relax and revel in one another's company with a freedom and a degree of privacy, of security and a total lack of company regulations to restrict their time. They had time to take things slow. To indulge more leisurely, rather than with the fevered, brief passion they were so used to being forced to share thanks to their limited chance for intimate interactions aboard the Vesper.

And yet...

"Where's the bedroom?"

Rilanthus murmured to the beautiful, now flushed and panting lizard before him as their scaled muzzles parted. Kestra giggled as she glanced around the empty villa's hallway around them.

"Which one?"

Another kiss, then the iguana hissed tenderly to the draconic lizard once more.

"The one with the biggest, the softest bed."

Again Kestra smiled and giggled playfully.

"Oh? Why? A-are you tired?"

When Rilanthus gave a long, hissing growl however, when he pulled Kestra tighter against him and wrapped his hands around the cheeks of her buttocks through the fabric of her uniform, the playful expression on the lizard's snout faded and she gave a lingering, trembling moan of her own. She glanced towards the stairwell nearby, nodding to it before looking back at the iguana and meeting his gaze with a hungry, longing glance of her own.

"Upstairs. S-second on the right. The master bedroom."

Rilanthus grinned, nodded, and without another moment spent waiting raised a hand and with practised ease unhooked the clip holding the fabric of Kestra's uniform trousers over the base of her tail. A split-second later both hands had their thumbs hooked around the now loosened waistline of the garment, and he was pulling them down, dropping to a kneeling position briefly as he tugged her trousers and underwear down all at once, all the way to her ankles. Without needing to be asked, Kestra kicked them aside, but she let slip a frantic, joyous yet surprised whimper as Rilanthus pushed her back slightly, not towards the stairs but to the nearest portion of the hallway wall, running his hands tenderly up and down her now bare, smooth sandy-toned scales as he did so.

"R-Ril... the bedroom?"

Kestra moaned as she felt her back come to rest against the wall, and immediately felt the iguana's hands on her thighs teasing them apart as he shuffled closer to her, and closer, and closer, his own scaled snout now intimately close to her admittedly flushed, already eager nether regions. He paused for a moment just as she could feel his hot breath washing out over her crotch though. He paused, and stared up at her with sharp, hungry eyes.

"Why?"

He hissed playfully, grinning from ear to ear.

"Are you tired?"

Then his muzzle darted forward, and before Kestra could say another coherent word her head was tilting back, her horns were scraping against the flawless wood panelling of the hallway wall, and she was grunting, huffing, moaning in pleasure as Rilanthus' muzzle pressed itself to her crotch, and his tongue delved between the lips of her nether regions and began to work eagerly at the hot pink flesh hidden within.

*********

"Right there! R-right... oh my god. Oh god, yes! I'm... ah! Cumming!"

Kestra's fists thumped at the wooden stairs upon which she was kneeling, her muzzle hanging wide open in a long, lingering cry after that explosive announcement of her release. She shuddered violently as her clutching depths milked the cock still plunging with frenzied speed and force in and other of them, she moaned and felt her cheeks flushing an ever deeper shade of crimson beneath her scales as she felt her muscles contract sharply, followed by a brief yet potent eruption of liquids that gushed from deep within her and sprayed out against the scaled crotch of the man doing this to her. She forced herself to look back, to prise her heavy lidded eyes open and turn her weary muscles, and groaned pleadingly as she did so, seeing Rilanthus' face as a picture of passion and utter, helpless desperation in his desire to join her. To share this moment, this orgasmic high with her.

"Don't stop!"

The lizard begged, head sagging, muscles temporarily losing all control over themselves as another surge of pleasure crashed through her. She turned away again, wiggling her ass back against the invading cock, lowering her head down towards the steps and pounding her hands, now open-palmed against the woodwork once again as his already frenzied pace and the force of his fucking continued to grow.

"Ahhhyes... do it! C-cum in me, Ril. I... oh god. Oh god , I'm... a-ahh... again. Cum with me, Ril. Cum. Cum. Ohhh... oh yes!"

The iguana's cry was almost inaudible over Kestra's screams as she came for a second time in under thirty seconds, the sheer potency of her desire and delight upon feeling Rilanthus' own orgasm commence at last sending her over the edge as he pressed deep into her and held himself there, cock throbbing, spurting, lashing her convulsing walls with hot ribbons of cum. His hands trembled as they ran lovingly, lustily up and down her flanks. They encircled her, running over the vivid pink scales of her belly as he hunkered down over Kestra, moaning, hissing in rapturous joy as he shared himself with her and delighted not only in his own bliss, but the lizard's orgasmic ecstasy too.

In the wake of their passion, the third such bout to consume them since Kestra's juices had first stained Rilanthus' maw as he knelt before her and feasted on her needy depths, the weary pair finally dragged themselves up the rest of the stairs. They could see the bedroom door now, open just a dozen or so metres away. They could see their target, where they were headed and where they knew a lush mattress and gossamer sheets awaited them. Yet it was upon the landing, upon the first flat surface once they pulled themselves off the stairs themselves that they fell. It was there they wrapped one another up in an all consuming embrace of arms, legs and tails, and whimpered happily together as they began to make out yet again. Still breathless from their shared climax, still trembling with fatigue and residual pleasure. Still satisfied by that recent surge of stimulation they had enjoyed together, and yet still needy, still unabashed in the urgency of every touch of lips, of fingers, of scales against scales.

They had days, not hours or even minutes as was normally the case, but days together. Yet even now, even after multiple rounds attempting to sate their passions, to quell their more fevered desires for one another, the seconds ticking by still drove them with an intense, near overwhelming passion for the scaled figure before them now. Days weren't long enough. Right now, right here it seemed like a lifetime wouldn't have been long enough to convince those two to take a break. To let themselves rest and recover for more than the absolute minimum before once more their moans transitioned from gasps and whimpers of satisfaction to renewed grunts and growls of lust.

"Let me taste you..."

Rolling over onto her back, pulling Rilanthus over astride her, Kestra stared pleadingly up at the iguana as he trembled and peered right back into her eyes with potent longing. Once more they kissed, then with a growl of desire the male nodded and began to scoot up her body. Across her beautiful, bare scaled figure until he was hunched on all fours with his crotch over her face. Kestra gurgled joyously when she felt his cock, not having softened for even a moment between the last bout and this, brushing against her lips. She opened them. She welcomed it, swallowed it up hungrily as Rilanthus hissed and began to pump his hips instinctively down against her face, just as he might have were they still locked together as before. But even as Kestra tasted her juices, her arousal on that already wet, glistening cock, even as she tasted the mingling of their arousal and felt her cheeks flush ever deeper as she began to suckle on the cock bobbing and thrusting into her muzzle, she too was beginning to moan in renewed pleasure. She too found herself gasping and shuddering in pleasure just like the male hovering over her, as the tail of the iguana pressed its smooth, flexible tip to the opening of her still glistening, still soaking wet and flushed nether regions, and began to push inward.

Rilanthus was more than happy for his lover to taste him, to suck his cock. But that didn't mean he was going to stop pleasuring her, too. Not if he had a choice, and not if there was a way, any way that he could ensure that for every wave of intense stimulation that surged through him, Kestra would be enjoying herself every bit as much.

*********

At some point of course, their energy levels might well have flagged. Their bodies might well have become simply too worn out, too fatigued to continue after all the sex, all the fevered passion they had shared. But, after finally reaching the bed, after falling down upon and crawling under those sheets, after lying together, kissing, whimpering and making a slower, more intimate and tender kind of love to one another for quite some time, Kestra denied her body that fatigue. She denied Rilanthus and herself the chance to rest, to require rest and recuperation, and she did so by abandoning the bed they had fought so long and hard to get to all over again.

Leaving the iguana panting and fatigued, leaving him moaning pleadingly as she slipped out of his arms but too exhausted, too worn out to continue, Kestra stumbled her way out of the room and back down the hallway. She coaxed herself carefully down the stairs with a hand on both the supporting rails, and as her face flushed, feeling a mixture of hers and Rilanthus' juices running out of herself and down across her thighs and continuing to drool along the inner portion of her legs, she saw the object she was seeking resting at the base of the stairwell next to one of the first puddles of her juices she had been forced to spill upon the wooden floor. Her case. The case containing her clothes, some accessories and self-care products, and of course, some items brought along especially for this trip. Especially for them.

By the time she returned to the bedroom, she couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Rilanthus that awaited her. He was sitting upright, but doing so with his head bowed against his bare chest, twitching it upward slightly every now and then in a desperate attempt to keep himself awake. She scooted back over and onto the large, red satin sheet clad bed. She crawled up to join him, and murmured happily as with a kiss she awoke him from his state of near slumber. Instinctively, eagerly even through his fatigue his eyes sprang open as he returned that kiss, long and luxurious, deep and yet relaxed in their mutual state of tiredness. At the time time though, as his hands sought out hers to touch, to squeeze affectionately, his fingers drifted instead over the transparent bottle clutched in Kestra's left hand.

He pulled gently back from their kiss, and regarded the bottle as Kestra smiled and raised it between them, freeing her other hand and using it to remove the bottle's corked stopper. She held it up, as though offering it to him, but pulled it back slightly when without a question, without any thought of not trusting Kestra and this strange liquid she was offering to him Rilanthus leaned forward as though meaning to take a deep swig. She beamed, and pecked him on the lips once more. It was herself however, not him, who took a long, gulping draught from the bottle first. And when she pulled it back, panting slightly, shivering and closing her eyes in concentration for a moment, she murmured to Rilanthus under her breath.

"You've heard me talk about how I... amused myself before we got together, Ril?"

Rilanthus blinked for a few moments, his hazy, still weary mind struggling for a short while to recall the details even though Kestra's words definitely sounded familiar. He nodded though, and a brief while after doing so the affirmation seemed to actively trigger something buried deep in his mind.

"Your... potions? That's what you called them, right?"

He queried curiously, smiling to himself in pride as Kestra nodded. For a few seconds though the context of the question didn't seem to sink in, until at last the iguana's eyes settled on the bottle between himself and Kestra, the now half empty bottle, and he stared up at her in shock.

"Kestra! Did... did you just drug yourself?!"

The lizard giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Any engineered chemical compound that has an effect upon the body is a drug. Caffeine. Alcohol. Hell, by that definition refined sugar is a drug. You wanna try and take that high horse next time I see you eating a candy bar to perk yourself up before your shift?"

Rilanthus frowned, plucking the bottle from Kestra's hand and holding it up to his face.

"You know what I mean. You told me about these things, these... potions of yours, if that's what you wanna call them. And, yeah, I admit I thought what they did to you sounded hot as hell. But..."

Tilting her head to one side, Kestra tried not to react as she felt a wave of arousal crash through her. As the potion, as the chemicals she had just imbibed began to take effect.

"B-but... what, Ril?"

The iguana sighed and shook his head.

"I dunno. I just... I didn't expect it. I didn't think that we... t-that we needed drugs to perk up our sex life. I thought you said you used them because you didn't have someone like me back then."

Kestra took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as yet more intense arousal began to build between her legs. God, she wished they'd had this conversation before she'd drunk have the damn bottle.

"Ril. You know I love you. Y-you know I think you're smart and sweet and... god, you're amazing in bed. But... don't be so big headed."

Eyes widening, cheeks flushing slightly, Kestra could see written all over Rilanthus' face that he hadn't expected that. She waited to see if he had an immediate response, but when he didn't, she continued.

"You make me cum harder and faster than any man I've ever been with. But... that doesn't mean that your cock is the be all and end all of sex. You know that, right? You know it doesn't have to be, and that I won't think any less of you even if I want to, or just choose to try something new? Or, like this, something old."

She reached out, placing a hand upon the iguana's chest as he shivered and blushed, still very much uncertain as to what was happening here; whether he was being yelled at or not, whether they were still planning on continuing fucking with what little energy he had left or not.

"If I want to cum hard, I know I can ask for your tongue or your cock to make me do it. If I want to cum two, or three, or four or five or six times... I know you'll be there to make it happen for me. But... we have days here, Ril. Days. And, if I'm honest? I wanna spend a lot of that time right here with you. In bed. Fucking our brains out. But, we're not superheroes. We're not augmented to remove our refractory periods or to supercharge our libidos. We're both fucking exhausted after just an hour or two. And... that's why I brought this. That's why I'd like for you to trust me right now, t-to recognise that I'm not being dangerous, and I'm not demeaning your sexual prowess by asking you t-to join me... and to drink the rest of this."

Nodding to the bottle in Rilanthus' hands, Kestra sat back upon her knees and waited, a focused, pleading look on her face as the male glanced down at the bottle once again, leaning forward slightly to sniff at its contents.

He opened his mouth, ready to ask what it was, to ask to know what it was going to do to him. After all, considering some of the stories he'd heard about Kestra's potions in the past, there were certain effects that he wasn't even sure could work on his body, and others he wasn't sure that he wanted to know how they would work, if indeed they did. But then... he looked into her eyes. He looked, and he realised that the potion was already having an effect upon her. He saw in her gaze a hunger, a savagery that had utterly replaced her earlier warmth and satisfied fatigue. A renewed desperation that was if anything even more potent than it had been. And in that moment, he knew he had no choice. Of course he could have said no. Of course he could have backed out of this, and Kestra would have done nothing to stop him. But... it was Kestra. It was her.

Of course he was going to drink it.

And of course he was going to do it without asking any more questions. Because, it was her. It was Kestra, and he trusted that lizard from the very core of his being.

He gulped down the remaining half of the potion in a few rapid chugs, and shuddered as mere seconds after doing so he felt a surge of warmth deep inside his balls, deep within the intimate core of his body.

Only then did he ask the question, huffing and gasping as he looked at what was now a beaming, even teary-eyed Kestra.

"W-what... what does this potion do?"

Kestra didn't answer immediately. She just lay back, lay down upon the bed before him with her arms reaching up to him, her legs spread, allowing Rilanthus to look her up and down and see the flushed flesh of her nether regions quivering, clutching. She opened her muzzle and let loose a desperate cry, and her lover watched as a gush of hot juices began to erupt from between her legs, an orgasm set off without a single touch to her trembling, writhing body.

"Cum!"

The lizard whimpered happily as she did so, not an announcement, not a plea or a command to Rilanthus, though his cock throbbed and his balls ached, begging him to obey if and when he could. Her cry was an answer to his question, and one that as the pleasure seemed to temporarily lessen, though only by a small degree, she reiterated more clearly between ragged, hungry gasps for air.

"I-it... oohhhgod... it makes you cum. Makes us cum. We won't sleep... w-won't rest, because... because we can't. It won't let us. Just... just fucking. Humping. Cumming. That's what it'll let us do. Not just once more. Not just twice, o-or three more times. But... for hours more. All day. All night, i-if we're lucky."

Pushing himself forward, looming over Kestra before falling to all fours and lying down over her, Rilanthus hissed happily as her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. They kissed, only to break that tender lip-lock as his body lowered more intimately, more tightly down against hers. Kestra's legs encircled his hips, their tails entwined, and they cried out together as the male's member slipped into Kestra's by now familiarly tight, wet pussy once again.

"I...ah... I'm always lucky."

Rilanthus growled as he began to thrust, to buck his hips and pump in and out of Kestra without delay. She arched her back, she wailed and writhed against him, and already he felt another orgasm crash through her, another violent, potent gush of her ejaculate driving into the scales of his crotch as he pressed his cock into her over and over again.

"W-with you... Kes? With you here, with you beside me... a-around me? Oh god, Kestra. I'm always lucky."

He felt his orgasm beginning to build. He felt it surging towards him with a force, a speed, a potency that both seemed impossible, and felt as right, as natural as any feeling he had ever experienced while Kestra's body was wrapped around his.

Trembling, hissing, growling through bared and gritted teeth, he hunkered down over her as the first of his drug induced orgasms crashed through him. As he felt his cum pouring out of his cock in volumes greater than anything he had ever felt before, not mere ribbons or ropes, but a constant river-like torrent of his gushing, spurting seed. He threw his head back in a roar of passionate bliss, and heard Kestra's joyous scream ring out alongside him as she felt his orgasm, and shared it with one of her own.

He was more than lucky. In that moment, in that second and all the seconds, all the minutes, all the many hours that followed, Rilanthus knew that he was far more than just lucky to be with Kestra for this experience. He was the absolute luckiest creature in the world, the solar system, the galactic sector, the quadrant, the galaxy, and indeed the entire universe.

*********

"Again, Ril. More. More."

The mid afternoon sun bathed the two reptiles' bodies, further heightening the metabolism that their already intense physical activity had already raised to peak levels. They lay face to face, tails entwined, hands clasped tightly together, eyes glazed and mouths hanging open, strings of saliva glistening between them as they kissed with heated, sloppy passion. Their bodies rubbed and writhed against one another, but they didn't fuck. They didn't thrust and buck and hump against one another, because the primary reason for doing so had been removed. They didn't need to drive one another to orgasm any more. All they had to do was lie there, touching, kissing, trembling, and wait for it.

"Here it comes, Kes. H-here... it... ooh... oohhhhh, cumming! Kestra, I'm... yes!"

Rilanthus could feel his lover's midsection quivering as he unloaded into her clutching, orgasm locked pussy yet again. He could feel the overflow of their shared excitement gushing out between them, pouring down her tail onto the already sodden sheets below. He could feel his cum making her womb bulge with just how much of it there was and just how often it was pouring in, and more importantly he could feel her equally potion infused body letting it. The more he came into her, the more her body welcomed it. The more he throbbed and twitched and poured himself into her depths, the more her body begged him for more the only way it could, with squeezing, clutching, milking orgasmic convulsions of its very own.

"Don't let me stop."

He whispered feverishly as their noses rubbed together, as they stared greedily, lustily, yet tenderly deep into each other's wide, lust-crazed eyes.

"D-don't let me stop making you feel this way. Please, Kestra."

She whimpered. She nodded. And as the next round of their ceaseless, unstoppable orgasms began, she wordlessly both made and kept that promise.

*********

With the evening light fading fast, Rilanthus knelt before his lover and regarded her while he could still look upon her beauty in the natural rays of this world's vibrant young sun. He gasped as he came in her once again, and she wailed, arching her back and thrusting her large, swollen belly upward, as she did so alongside him.

"Kes..."

He reached out and stroked her belly with both hands, feeling it jiggle, quiver beneath his touch, not filled with food, not filled with the fertile life of a clutch of eggs, but simply with his cum. With the abundant floods of all that he had poured into her, though much of it lay beneath them, soaking through the sheets and into the mattress, trickling down onto the floor beyond the bed in a glistening slick of their shared ecstasy. Even now, as he applied just the slightest pressure to her cum-swollen torso, he felt a surge of hot liquid burst forth from the depths wrapped around his still hard, still throbbing, cumming cock. He felt a little of his seed held within her being forced out by the pressure of his touch, only to instantly be replaced, re-filled by the seed he was pumping deep into Kestra even now.

She giggled, whimpered, trembled happily as her own orgasm passed, and his soon after. No longer were they quite so frequent, no longer were they so closely back to back to back that any opportunity for speech, for clear thought was gone. She had assured him they still had a long time yet before the plesaure ceased entirely, but right now the ten or fifteen seconds of respite between each surge of pleasure was a welcome respite.

"I imagined a man doing this to me so many times. M-making me grow... swell w-with his cum. I'm glad, Ril. I'm s-so... oohhyes... so glad it was you."

The lizard barely managed to say all of that before she lost control and began to cum all over again, and likewise Rilanthus barely managed to even take in the words before he too was lost to the sweet rush of rapture once more. He looked down at the woman responsible for all of this, the woman responsible for bringing him so much joy over the last few months, and hissed contentedly in his absolute orgasmic elation. Needless to say, he was glad it was him, he was glad it was them sharing this together, here and now, too.

*********

Exactly when the orgasms had stopped coming, exactly when Rilanthus had laid down over Kestra in anticipation of his next climax only for it to fail to happen, the iguana didn't know. All he knew was that when he was disturbed by the familiar, frustratingly insistent beeping of Kestra's vid-com unit echoing through the house from her long since discarded trousers, it was dark.

"Get off, you lump!"

Kestra giggled as Rilanthus groaned and purposefully failed to move as she squirmed where she lay beneath him, obviously trying to get out of bed and get to her comms unit.

"Off! Now!"

She squealed with laughter as she reached up and began to tickle him, the iguana hissing with uncontrollable laughter of his own as he sprang off of her only to glare in mock, pouting frustration as she slipped off the bed, still absolutely naked, and stumbled into the darkness on legs that were apparently not entirely steady yet. Rilanthus lay back upon the damp sheets, the scent of their sex still thick around the bedroom despite the regular flow of air from the environmental controls. He lay there, eyes open, cock flaccid, just reflecting on the majority of the past day with muted awe and wonder, until the beeping of the comms unit stopped and he heard an exchange of voices getting steadily closer.

One of the voices was of course Kestra's, and she didn't sound frustrated. She didn't sound like a woman who had just been called back to active duty by some emergency, or who was being chewed out by a superior for somehow ending up with access to a company owned villa and using it for an illicit rendezvous with a fellow crew member. In fact her voice was warm and friendly, and she was laughing as she padded back into the room.

"Just because I don't have mammalian breasts doesn't mean I want to flash you my naked body, Virana. If you wanted to talk face to face, you shouldn't have called at... Jesus, three in the morning local time. Did you try and time it for the most inconvenient hour possible?"

Even without Kestra identifying the caller by name, Rilanthus soon recognised her voice as the gryphon pilot of the Vesper apologised.

"You can't really blame me though. I haven't had shore leave in so long, I sometimes forget there are other time zones beyond galactic-standard time. Which... is actually kinda why I'm calling."

The iguana cuddled up against Kestra as the two women spoke, not saying anything, not doing anything to make his presence known as Virana bashfully asked if it would be an intrusion for her to join them on the planet for a portion of their leave. Not all of it, she was quick to insist. Just to give herself a break and a chance to stretch her legs, maybe to fly her jet-pack in some non-artificial gravity.

"The last thing I want to do is intrude on your time together."

Of course, Kestra said yes. And Rilanthus knew that was the right thing to do. They were Virana's friends, and much as it might indeed have intruded on their plans for several more days of near constant sex, maybe a little time outside of the bedroom, a walk on the beach, some friendly conversation, maybe that would be a good thing.

At the same time though, he couldn't help but feel a slight twinge in his gut as he thought of the hours of sex they'd be missing out on while Virana was there. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of ways to make up for that lost time. And indeed, he couldn't help but grin cheekily as he kissed Kestra ever so softly on the cheek before sliding away from her and out of their shared embrace, scooting down the bed as she continued to chat away with Virana, until he crawled into position between the lizard's legs.

With her face illuminated by the vid-comm unit's screen, Virana's image transmitting to her even if Kestra's own wasn't being broadcast back, Rilanthus could see every last expression that crossed his lover's face as he scooted up between her legs and laid his head down, lavishing playful, tender kisses upon her thighs. He saw her cheeks flush. He saw her eyes widen, and a flicker of frustration cross her muzzle before it broke into a bashful, excitably playful smile. She shifted the vid-comm unit to one hand and reached down, gently stroking his smooth scaled head and running her fingers along the spiny frill that ran down the centre of his skull and along the back of his neck. A happy sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed more comfortably against the upper portion of the bed, head and shoulders lifted up by half a dozen or so plush pillows, but soon enough she was biting her bottom lip to keep from making any further noise as Rilanthus' kisses reached higher and higher upon her thighs, and little by little he spread her legs apart until once more his hot breath was washing out over her oh so tender, well worked and yet once again needy pussy.

"U-uh... uh-huh..."

Letting Virana lead the conversation, Kestra shuddered and shifted upon the bed, muffling her occasional moans as murmurs of agreement or contemplation while Rilanthus began to eat her out. His tongue delved deep into her pussy before sweeping up to lash and tease at her swollen clit, the contact lingering until Kestra's whole lower body was trembling and she had to bat feverishly at Rilanthus' face just to make the iguana stop before she screamed at the intensity of the pleasure.

"Yeah, that sound r-real... oh, good. Really, really, s-so good."

No matter how much Kestra might have tried to restrain Rilanthus though, or indeed how much she might have tried to hold back herself, it wasn't long before the iguana's efforts began to work their magic just as they had when she first stepped into the villa with him.

"Yes..."

She whimpered, eyes widening as she heard Virana, who had been mid-way through a sentence of her own, trail off.

"Sorry, Vir... I... ah. I'm just really tired. What I meant was, I think it's a great idea if you come down in the morning. The proper, actual morning, I mean."

Silence fell over the bedroom aside from the subtle slurping of Rilanthus' still hard working tongue and Kestra's ragged, increasingly shallow breathing.

"Okay..."

The gryphon eventually spoke up again, a slight nervousness, maybe even a bashfulness to her voice, but nothing else she was saying betraying with any clarity that she knew or even suspected what was going on.

"Can you confirm the Lat-Long of the villa for me like I was asking though? I don't wanna land on the wrong side of the planet."

Kestra's eyes bulged, and she gasped sharply as Rilanthus gave a giddy gurgle, a pre-orgasmic gush of her juices pouring out into his waiting muzzle.

"Oh!"

She grunted in pleasure.

"O-oh... r-right..."

She added hurriedly, to the gryphon listening to her every word.

"T-twenty seven point... ahh... point six oh five six seven... n-nnnhhaahhh... North. One oh three point five s-seven... ohh.... ohhh!"

Virana's own voice was slightly strained now, riddled with a mix of curiosity, excitement and embarrassment.

"Say again? Point five seven oh oh?"

Kestra's toes curled. Her tail twitched sharply from side to side. She glared down at Rilanthus, begging, pleading with him to stop for just a second or two. But his eyes were shut. His face was buried in her crotch with absolute focus on making her cum, and he was succeeding in that goal all too well.

"Ohh yes... I... I mean... n-nnh, no. It's one oh three point... point five... s-seven... oh... t-three... one... f...fffhh-hhaahh... I... oh god. Oh god! F-five!"

Clamping her thighs down around Rilanthus' still gleefully gulping, gurgling head and arching her back, Kestra let slip that last digit of the coordinates in a strained wail before plunging the vid-comm unit under the same stack of pillows upon which her head was resting, throwing both hands over her mouth and screaming at the top of her lungs in pure ecstasy. She felt her pussy gushing, pouring hot jets of her ejaculate into and over the iguana's muzzle as he tongued her through the heights of her peak, and for ten seconds or so she was utterly lost, forgetting all about the device buried beneath her until her head fell back against the pillows and through them she heard a muffled voice calling out.

"Kes? Kestra? Are you... a-are you okay? Are you still there? Are you..."

Before Virana could make any more guesses about her state of being in that moment though, Kestra dragged the vid-comm unit back out again and gasped the first thing that came to mind into its receiver.

"S-sorry, Vir. I... o-oh shit, I'm sorry. I uh... s-stubbed my toe."

From half a solar system away both Kestra and Rilanthus could hear the gryphon's eyebrow launch up and crash through the ceiling of her quarters at that utterly pathetic explanation. Kestra cringed in absolute shame as Virana giggled nervously, and spoke softly down the line as though not entirely sure whether she wanted to be heard or not.

"Sounded like one hell of a bang. I should let you go. Let you see to your... uh... toe, in peace. I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well, Kestra."

Kestra whimpered bashfully.

"See you soon, Virana."

Just as Rilanthus was raising his head from between the lizard's legs, the gryphon spoke up one last time.

"Sleep well, Rilanthus."

And before he could stop himself, riding high on the thrill of having made his lover cum once again, the iguana betrayed himself and confirmed what Virana must surely have known was going on by the very fact that she'd made that comment.

"G'nite, Vir. Uh, I mean... shi-!"

Kestra shut off the comms unit before things could get any worse, and a moment later she was on top of Rilanthus, playfully hitting him over and over again as she shrieked with laughter.

"You absolute idiot! You asshole! You complete goddamn moron!"

Within seconds though they were both laughing. Seconds more after that, they were wrestling. Fighting. Warring with one another as they teased and mocked and joked and played around, both trembling from the excitement, the embarrassment of having been found out, caught in their lewd, inappropriately private yet simultaneously public play. And not long after that, as Kestra pinned Rilanthus to the bed only to feel the throbbing heat of his cock between her legs once more, humping and grinding playfully up between her buttocks as she straddled him, a moan of teasing curiosity escaped her lips.

"Y-you're not going to be able to keep your hands off me while Virana's here, a-are you?"

Rilanthus grinned, shuddering happily as she began to rock back and forth against his twitching erection.

"God no."

That seemed to be the right answer, Kestra letting slip a longer, louder moan.

"T-then... I guess, we'll have to come up with a plan, hmm?"

Raising a curious eyebrow of his own, the iguana looked up at his beautiful, devilishly needy lover, running his hands up and down her deliciously smooth scaled form as she rubbed his cock against the cheeks of her ass, and he felt hot, wet arousal dripping onto the scales of his own crotch.

"A plan? A-ahh... a plan for... for what?"

Kestra giggled once again, and she licked her lips as she lifted herself off of Rilanthus just enough to slide a hand between them. Just enough to grab his throbbing erection, guide it between her legs, and ensure it was perfectly angled as she sat firmly back down upon him once again.

"A plan to... aaaahhhhhyessss..."

She cried out, Rilanthus hissing, gasping joyously alongside her as suddenly his cock was surrounded by her hot, tight depths all over again.

"...a plan to make sure that even if the two of us can't enjoy tomorrow alone together in the way we might have planned, the three of us still can."

By Jeeves

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