Horns
Alien Juno returns to their favourite club, The Bestiary. They're not sure what kind of encounter they're looking for tonight, but they'll know when they meet the right person.
_Juno Rain back again with more self-indulgent alien/anthro smut. This has the same setting as 'Welcome To The Besitary' - specifically, a club for folks of all types to meet up for fun and good times.
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You know how sometimes you get a craving for something, but you can't name what you're craving for; only that you'll know it when you see it? Like you're hungry, but it takes several minutes of browsing the shelves before you can decide what kind of food you need in your mouth?
That's how I feel when I walk into the Bestiary tonight. A vague sort of want, and a certainty that I'll know exactly what I'm after only when I see it.
I buy myself a drink and sit down at a table for a while, watching the crowd. A few faces are recognisable to me as regulars, but they don't stir anything in me tonight. I spot a guy I remember from a fun night together not too long ago; he gives me a smile from across the room, and I nod in return, but don't go over. He isn't what I'm after tonight, either.
When no one on the main floor takes my fancy, I get up and take a walk - along the length of the bar, checking out who's waiting to buy drinks. It's been kind of quiet, but the place is just starting to fill up, with more and more folk heading to the bar for their first drink of the evening.
That's when I spot her, leaning an elbow on a high table, watching the crowd like she's looking for someone. It's her horns that catch my eye, curling thickly around her ears. That's what I want tonight.
I give her a smile, and head her way when she nods back. The bar area of the Bestiary is thankfully free of speakers - not one of those obnoxious places where you have to scream to make yourself heard - so I can talk to her without coming across as aggressive or anything.
"You waiting for someone?" I ask, leaning against a neighbouring table. She nods and looks over towards the bar.
"My friend went to get us drinks, but I can't see her. I think she got talking to someone."
"Mind if I keep you company until she comes back?"
She gives me a once-over while she makes up her mind.
"Sure, why not."
We make small-talk for a while, about the music and the club, until I've finished my drink and put my empty bottle down on the table.
"I don't think my friend's coming back," she says, leaning her chin on her elbow. "Should have known - it wouldn't be the first time she's ditched me for a hook-up."
"You could ditch her for a hook-up, if you like."
"That's pretty blunt for a pick-up line." She laughs, tipping her head back, and the coloured lights from the dance-floor rig catch the ridges of those stunning horns, turning the fur around her face pink and blue.
"Hey, I come here for a good time," I tell her. "If someone catches my eye, I don't see the need to waste time. If you don't want to, that's fine with me - we can talk some more, or dance, or I can let you go find your friend. But if you're into it, I'd love to get a room upstairs and have some fun."
She looks over at the bar again, then back at me.
"She's definitely ditched me. Fuck it - why not?"
The walk up to our rented room is just long enough for that familiar buzz of anticipation to settle in - a distinct pulse between my legs at the thought of what's to come. I take her hand, my scaled fingers folding around her soft fur, and lead her down the hallway, passing a few other pairs and groups of lovers either leaving rooms or getting acquainted even before they manage to get inside. I half expect her to see her friend up there, but she doesn't seem to recognise anyone on the way to our room.
When we get the door closed behind us, I take her in my arms and lean in to press my mouth to her neck. She lets out a giggling cry of delight as I run my tongue along her throat and jaw, before she nuzzles her own snout against the thick scales on my neck. I run my hand over her shoulders, up the back of her head to the base of one of those beautiful horns, tracing a finger around the base of it to find that she seems especially sensitive there, letting out a sharp gasp before pressing herself against me. Her mouth opens to nip gently at my neck, and I put my other hand to the other horn, stroking around where it meets her forehead while I kiss and lick at her cheek and neck.
Already, she's deliciously vocal, giving little bleats and needy cries as I work my mouth down, under her jaw to the neckline of her dress. She doesn't object when I get my fingers on the zipper at the back, and ease it down until she shrugs the straps off her shoulders and lets it slip to the floor.
I can't help dropping my head to press my face into the lush valley between her breasts, my long tongue flickering out to lap at the sensitive underside of one while I get a hand on the other, thumbing over her nipple until it hardens. Her hands rest on my shoulders, fingers finding the thickly ridged column at the back of my neck. I work my mouth over her breast, in love with the fullness of it, the give of her flesh, the way her soft tan fur thins out to leave her nipples exposed.
She lets me play there a while, hands and mouth covering every inch of her breasts, before I drop to my knees and press myself to the luscious curve of her round belly. My hands slide around to her rump, slipping inside her underwear to knead at them as I push my mouth against the mound of her cunt.
She smacks a hand against my shoulder, crying out, and I feel her shake, unsteady on her feet.
"Let me lay down," she begs, "my knees'll give out if you keep it up!"
Laughing with her, I stand and walk her backwards to the bed, letting her lay down against the pillows before I move to kneel between her thighs. She lifts her hips and legs as I remove her underwear, and parts her plush thighs to let me get my mouth on her plump pussy lips. She bleats some more as I flick my tongue down the length of her slit, tickling as her lower lips become engorged with her arousal, parting to let me at her clit and her wet entrance.
She has the sweetest cunt I've tasted in a long while, and I could play there all night, lapping at her clit and slipping my long tongue inside her, listening to her cry out as I tongue-fuck her. She lifts her legs, resting her thighs on my shoulders so I can bury my face deeper, my tongue reaching deep inside her.
"Fuck, that tongue," she calls out, grinding her hips down against my face, "more, please!" Her thighs press against my ears, and I fill her with my tongue, my nose bumping against her clit, tasting her, until she shudders and bucks her hips up, flooding my mouth with her sweetness as she comes.
"You taste so good," I tell her as she comes down from her climax, still shaking a little and laughing with it. She reaches out for me, and I slither up the bed to meet her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She wraps her thighs around my hips, and my own arousal pulses strong between my legs. When she lets me breath, I sit back, hastily pulling off my own clothes until I can settle back between her thighs, pressing my own need against the plumpness of her belly.
"Want me to return the favour?" she asks, reaching down between us. "I'm curious to see what you've got down there - I don't see many like you at the club."
We rearrange ourselves on the bed so she can lay beside me, rubbing her short snout over my chest, over the curve of my stomach, her hand reaching down. She finds my cock, already free of its scaled sheath, and wraps a furred hand around it, stroking it from its flared base to its tapered tip as she works her tongue over my chest. Then her hand delves lower, and she finds the slit beneath it, already slick and parted. Clearly intrigued, she shifts on the bed to get her face down there, and it's not long before her flat tongue is sliding rough and wet inside me, her hand still working on my cock.
The dual sensation is incredible, and I could happily lay back and let her have her fun. But her rump is so teasingly close, and I can't help but get my hand between her legs, slipping my fingers into her pussy, still wet and warm from earlier. She moans at the feel of my fingers stuffed inside her, still tongueing at my slit, and with a bit of encouragement she shifts again to get her knees either side of my shoulders so I can bury my face in her cunt once more. She moves her mouth and fingers, switching them between my hole and my cock, as I squeeze her fleshy rump and run my tongue up to her clit and back down to fill her pussy until she's coming again, her face pressed against my cock as she shudders through another orgasm.
When she's done, she rolls off and turns herself around so I can find her mouth, tasting my own slick on her wide tongue as I skim my hands down her flank, ruffling her fur to make her shiver.
I press my hips against hers, letting her feel the fullness of my aching cock.
"Think you can take some more?" I ask her, my tongue flickering against her ear.
"You'll have to do the work," she tells me with a smile. "But yeah, I'm not letting you go until I've had that gorgeous thing inside me."
She lets me move her around on the bed, pliant and loose-limbed, until I've got her face-down with her rump in the air. Her cute little tail lifts up to present her plump pussy. She's wet and welcoming when I line the tapered tip of my cock up ready to enter her, and it's an easy push inside until I'm in all the way to the root. I shift my knees until I'm pressed right up against her plush backside, and I put my hands on her wide hips, giving a few long and slow thrusts that have her moaning in delight. She's just the right kind of tight around me, pressing herself back against me and wriggling her hips to enjoy the fullness of my cock inside her.
As I fuck her slow and easy, I lean forward so I can get my hands on her full breasts, and she holds herself up just enough to let me squeeze at them, giving me more of those happy little bleats as I pinch at her hard nipples. I could keep at this for a good long while, but there's something I've been thinking about almost since the moment I laid eyes on her, and I can't hold back any longer. I settle my weight back and move my hands up over her shoulders, up her neck, to the base of those gorgeously curled horns. She throws her head back as I stroke around the sensitive base of each one, moving with me as I wrap my hands around them. She rises up on to her knees, letting me lean back, holding on tight to her horns as I pick up the pace of my thrusts.
Soon enough, I'm riding her like my life depends on it, slapping up against her plush backside, her back bowed as I hold on to those horns. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and I find myself wishing there was a mirror over the bed so I could watch them as I fuck her.
She's moaning like a wild thing, almost a continuous wail that peaks each time I slam my cock home into her pussy, and I hear myself grunting with the effort, pushing myself against her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I tell her, almost gasping for breath, "pussy's so wet around my cock, you're gonna make me come soon." She doesn't answer, just keeps wailing as I slam my cock into her, over the rhythmic smack of my hips against her rump and the filthy slick sounds of her cunt each time my cock slides in. "Gonna come inside you," I tell her, "gonna fill you up with it, sweet thing," and she cries out one last time as I come, hard and hot inside her cunt, a few last aborted thrusts as I empty myself inside her.
I hold on to her horns until I'm done, letting her down to the bed gently as my cock slips out, her clear slick mixed with the blue-green of my spend. She slumps face-down, her rump still up in the air, and I slip a hand under her to find her clit, running just under it until she comes one last time, her moans muffled by the bed sheets.
I drop down beside her, still trying to catch my breath, and she shits her head, mindful of those horns near my bare chest. She rests her chin on my shoulder, and gives a tired little bleating laugh.
"That was something else," she tells me, before her eyes close, and she wraps an arm around my middle. "Ooh, boy, that was...yeah."
I tilt my head down so I can kiss her forehead, and laugh with her.
"Still mad that your friend ditched you?"
"I think I'm over it."
I stroke a finger along the curl of one of those glorious horns.
"If she ditches you again, come find me."