Disjointed
#1 of One-Offs
..d.i.s.j.o.i.n.t.e.d..
.xial .a .lunashine
.dis.
I shifted to accomodate him, positioning myself on the futon, his grip on my neck unrelenting. He held me down, knowing that secretly I was excited, watching how my body melted and reformed to please his eyes. The scent of his
maleness filled the room with its intoxicating liquor, my mind, my whole body drunk off the realization that I was causing him to feel such arousal.
"I love taking you like this, D'yan," he growled into my ears, his grip releasing my neck, only to make a handle out of my headfur, his hands pulling me back to him, until his tips touched my waiting moistness, and my rosy puckered tailhole, oozing their fluids over them.
My mind hesitated for a moment.
{Two?} was the resounding thought in my head as he pushed forward rather abruptly, causing me to yelp in pain, my tailhole forced open roughly by the not well lubricated head and shaft. My claws shredded the bed below me, my fangs sinking into the pillow my face was buried in. I knew if I made a pained sound, that he'd make it hurt worse. I wanted him to stop, but I couldn't ask him.
I was still excited, though, my love tunnel clasping his member, wrapping it in its silky moistness. He was kind, though. He pulled out for a moment, as if he sensed the pain he caused, whispering apologies in my ears as he licked and nibbled the left one.
The whole world became a blur as he pressed his cocks into me again, each one well lubricated, filling my body completely as he sank home with a lustful, satisfied moan.
.joint.
We were in a stall of the men's restroom at an expensive restaraunt. His fingers were buried in my panties, his fingers teasing my body, pumping my maleness as the prehensile length tried to wrap around his fingers, a strangled moan coming from my throat.
"I want to see you fuck yourself," I heard him say through the fog of lust in my head, his fingers lightly brushing over the prehensile digit in my panties before sliding away, tugging the cloth down as he leaned me over the sink counter in there. His hand returned to the length, my shaft having what seemed a mind of its own, following the caresses of his gentle hands, until it was positioned over my swollen, aching mound.
His fingers clasped the tip of my maleness, sending an electrical sensation racing along my spine. His other claw came into play, spreading my nether lips gently, probing with a dulled claw-like finger, teasingly. My body was producing its own lubrication, my love tunnel dripping juices as he rubbed my own maleness over it.
He pressed the tip of my own length into my own tunnel, the prehensile shaft sliding in slowly, swelling to become very thick as I squirmed. He pushed in as much of my own length as he could, with a lusty growl. I could feel his
eyes on my intimate parts, his breathing shallow as he helped my body develop a rhythm for fucking itself.
I was enraptured, the flow of sensations through my body so mesmerizing and arousing, that I almost didn't hear him tell me to stop for a moment. His claw on my own shaft, pressing it firmly to stop its moving was the only way he got my attention. I felt a welcome heat pressing against my mound and my shaft, trying to push its way in, stretching me open. My mouth was locked in a rictus as the stretching sensation became somewhat irritating.
"Relax for me," he moaned softly into my ears, buffeting them with his breath, turning me on even more. My body went limp against the counter as I curled my tail around his body tightly, pulling him into me, ignoring the protests of pain until he gasped.
"I... I'm all the way in," he panted softly, his claws digging into my hips ever so slightly as he held me on him.
I could hear the bathroom's main door being opened as my lover began his lustful assault on my body, his claws holding my chest against the cold counter, my nipples hardening from the contact, my own shaft pumping with his. I could hear the comments of how the bathroom stank of lust and sex from the two males outside our stall, my lover placing a finger in my own mouth for me to suckle on, or even bite, should I need to cry out from my fast approaching
orgasm while the two males took their time washing up.
My body was clutching at two cocks pumping into it, drowning me in a pool of sexual energy. I bit my lover's finger as I orgasmed, bucking and heaving against him, my shaft spraying its sticky seed deep into my womb, coating his cock with its secretions.
He groaned as he took my neck in his jaws, one claw holding my cock in place as he thrust into me, hard and fast. The head of my shaft popped out, still spurting my seed, some splashing over his balls, and onto the floor. I faintly heard remarks from the males outside the stall.
"Wow, she must be a hot fuck, and tight, too..."
"Look at how that cum splattered on the floor!"
"Sounds like they're still going at it."
"Wish I had his stamina."
"Wish I had his date..."
Their voices trailed off as they exited the door, as my lover was wrapping his serpentine tail around my waist tightly. He picked me up, and exercising deft control with his tail, he pumped me up and down on his cock as it swelled up, filling the void that my cock just left. He was using my body like a living cock sleeve, and I was getting off on this. His pumping of my body became faster, his hips rocking to meet my body with each downward tug of his tail with a wet smacking sound. My juices were running down his cock, over his tight, cum moistened scrotum, and down his thigh, as well as foaming around my mound with each lustful thrust.
I could feel his body tense as he grabbed my arms, pulling them behind me, and pulling me down onto his throbbing shaft. His grip on my neck returned, his tailtip pressing between my thighs, rubbing my clit as he climaxed, painting my
womb with new life. I was lost in lust as my body went limp from another orgasm, and I blacked out.
.ed.
I was almost sorry to leave him behind, as our ship ascended into the heavens. I could still see his face in the portal, crushed, pained, mournful. I watched him as he tried to catch up to us in his gravcar, pulling it up as high as he could go in the atmosphere, chasing us, the tears in his eyes, the shape of his face as he screamed his frustration. I asked the captain to descend, and let him board.
"He's only a study subject. He needs to interact with his own kind," my captain said, rather harshly.
"If you leave him down there, he will kill himself! I know this," I nearly screamed at the captain, with anger in my eyes, and pain in my heart. "If he kills himself, then we will lose all our work's validity, and our secret observer, as well! Plant someone else with the observer, and let them do their thing. They mate for life down there, you bitch, and taking me away was the worst thing you could do to him. You're killing him! You're hurting me!"
"Don't ever insult me again. I will not go down there again. He will not kill himself. No species ever does."
It was then that I broke protocol, and lanced the captain in the chest with my tail, my bodily color a rich, deep hue of red, like the anger coursing through it, like the color of my lover's scales, my voice screaming obscenities and curses, berating the dying captain.
And then, I lost grip with existence, sanity, and love.
.fin.