The Sleeepover Chapter 11
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We arrived back at the barracks and packed our gear, Raz went to the showers to clean up and wash off the blood and sweat from the battle, then we hung out in the mess hall for a while, chatting with the other trainees and sharing stories about the day’s encounter. Raz was now a favorite of the Krell, and even the rest of the pack had gleaned some respect from the other races after their impressive display, most of them seemed happy to be going home though, Raz explained that being separated from the larger Borealan society could be jarring to her kind, we would have to keep that in mind when training new packs. Eventually a vehicle came to collect us, and we said our farewells to the trainees, one especially amicable Krell almost crushing me with a giant, scaly hug.
The drive was not far, we would have to be near the trainee barracks and the school building after all, we were brought to a large, squat building that housed the officer’s quarters, attractive blue, pink and yellow floral arrangements lined the front of the structure. To my surprise, Raz was enamored with the yellow flowers and knelt to smell them, I would never have penned her for a flower girl. She asked me what they were, and I told her daffodils, a strain from Earth, she clearly wanted to pick them but resisted the urge, and we entered through the main door. It was laid out similarly to our barracks, but more spacious and with more amenities, the floors were carpeted, the showers had stalls and the dormitories were far bigger, with more furniture and nicer beds, the officers here lived comfortably, most of them had earned it, I felt a little guilty about how easily I had been promoted. Our quarters actually had more than one room, Raz gazed around the living space in awe, her people seemed very militaristic and such creature comforts might be totally alien to her. There were two beds, dressers, a couch, a wall mounted monitor, an en suite bathroom and storage racks for armor and weapons. We unpacked our gear, unable to fill all of the storage space we had been allocated, then we tested the beds, sitting on them and bouncing up and down. They were crisp and soft, a far cry from the beat up beds in the trainee barracks. The lamps on the ceiling of the donut were already dimming, the day had been long and we were both tired from the exertion of combat, and exhilarated from the adrenal rush, I felt almost high, the thrill of killing and surviving flowing through my veins like some banned energy drink, as tired as I was I knew I would be unable to sleep that night.
But there was something else swimming in my veins too, a primal, inexorable link between violence and sexuality that drew my eyes to Raz’s svelte form as she sat on her bed, legs crossed attractively, smooth thighs peppered with orange and black patterns tapering into her long legs, those infuriating bike shorts struggling to contain her curves as they stretched and strained against her skin. She caught me looking and smirked, uncrossing her legs.
“See something you like, monkey?”
An uncontrollable passion welled up within my chest, we could have died but we were alive, the events of the day came flooding back to me, claws wet with blood, a sea of gore, the enemy melting like wax candles under my plasma fire, the screeching of the dying Betelgeusians and the victory cry of the Krell ringing in my ears, an implacable joie de vivre overcame me and I was compelled to cross the room and plunge my face between her thighs, Raz gasped in surprise, her hands finding fistfuls of my hair and tugging.
“Ah! What are you doing!?”
My hands wrapped around her lower body, fingers pressing into the muscled globes of her butt through her shorts, she flinched and wriggled, and I bit her inner thigh, my lips lingering on the soft flesh. Her back arched and she stifled a moan.
“Slow down you little animal, I’ve not even taken my shorts off ye-”
I found a firm protrusion beneath the rapidly dampening fabric and sucked it against the material, pressing it into the rough surface, Raz’s copper taste filling my senses. Her meaty thighs closed around my face, their velvet skin cool against my hot cheeks, and she shuddered involuntarily. I hooked my fingers around the elastic waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, the tactile sensation of them sliding against her silky skin and struggling over the firm mounds of her muscles making my mouth water in anticipation. She straightened her legs obediently and the shorts were discarded on the floor behind me. My aching erection pressed painfully against my clothes as I lowered my head back down and my lips met hers, her steely thighs threatening to crush my head as the sensation made her clench. I could feel her heart race as my tongue delved into her, her warm, slick walls contracting, urging me deeper, I felt as if her heat might blister my mouth. I hugged her against me, my roving fingers kneading her rubbery tissue, she jumped and yelped as my rough hands grabbed handfuls off her buttocks and squeezed. I had never felt like this before, I was seeing red, as if the threat of death had birthed some uncontrollable lust for life and all of its pleasures.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you...” Raz growled between gasps, “ ... but I like it, harder.”
She gripped my hair and thrust me deeper, the soft tuft of orange fur on her mound tickling my nose. I traced the creases and textures of her insides with the tip of my tongue and pressed it against her quivering walls of soft, slimy muscle, she tugged my hair rhythmically, almost like a house cat kneading a favored blanket, the sensation sent shivers down my spine as I probed and sucked. I slipped a hand up her back and dragged my nails down over her skin, she arched her spine, grinding into my mouth, and I drew her clitoris between my lips, chewing it gently.
“Argh, damn it monkey!” She exclaimed as she bent over, her thighs shaking against my face as her juices leaked down my chin.
She closed her huge legs around my neck, trapping me in a headlock, I wrapped my arms around them in surprise, my lips leaving her mound to protest. She dragged me up onto the bed by my head as I struggled in vain, then flipped over on top of me, pressing her groin into my face, her thighs cradling my ears. She crouched over my body, her hands resting on the mattress by my waist.
“Can’t have you winning one of these fights, monkey, you’ll make me look bad.”
She shook her wide hips, grinding into my face, and I obliged, continuing my rhythmic licking, my hands wandering up her belly and groping her firm bundles of abdominal muscle as she rocked gently, matching pace with my tongue.
I felt one of her hands squeezing the hard bulge in my pants, but I couldn’t see past her flesh, she was sat directly on my face, I was surrounded by smooth skin and soft, yielding meat, her taste and smell overwhelmed my senses.
I felt her fumble with my zipper, then a warm hand reached down the waistband of my underwear and took my inflamed member in its grasp, I lurched as the touch of her fingers sent a bolt of electricity down my spine. She freed me, and began to stroke up and down, her firm grip milking me with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I bucked and squirmed, letting out an embarrassed moan. She shivered, my muffled exclamations further stimulating her, and her thighs squeezed harder around my head.
“What’s that monkey? I couldn’t hear you, you’ll have to speak up.”
She pressed down harder on me, squeezing my head between her calves and her butt, lifting it off the mattress as she continued to stroke me, I couldn’t breathe and protested, smacking her ass to accentuate my displeasure. She shuddered as my attempts at speech teased her, rolling her hips as I struggled. She released me, I gasped for air and sputtered, her excitement staining my face. I opened my mouth to complain, but was cut short as Raz leaned down and slid my member deep into her warm throat in one fluid motion, her soft lips kissing the base. Flashing stars filled my vision and my body tensed, her rough, slimy tongue dragging over the head of my penis and enclosing me in a tight, hot prison. I tried to double over but my head was still trapped under her soft backside. She sucked hard, and her long tongue coiled around the shaft, sliding up and down as she cupped my balls in her palm, squeezing them gently. I gave in to the pleasure, sinking my hands into the pliant flesh of her butt again and sliding my tongue into her opening as I felt my member press against the back of her throat. I tried to tell her to slow down, but it had the opposite effect, her sucking and squeezing only growing faster and more greedy. I sucked her hard bead into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it, and she groaned over my member, the vibrations tickling me. We were locked in a feedback loop, escalating towards a shared climax, our twitching, trembling bodies entwined in a cruel, relentless dance.
I felt my muscles contract as my body geared up for orgasm, a wave of pleasure spread from my core up through my body, as if every fiber of my being was being squeezed by some invisible force, I felt Raz clench on top of me as I moaned into her, her orifice pulling my tongue from my head as her slimy walls gripped it like a fist, undulating. I came into her waiting throat, she swallowed in waves, sucking my emission from my body, the warm, slippery lining of her mouth drawing me in and massaging me rigorously, it was unbearable, I writhed and bucked, but she pressed into my face, driving me deeper inside her. I wrapped my arms around her lower body and held on for dear life, my spasming, pulsing body completely beyond my control, Raz was squeezing me like a tube of toothpaste, drawing my orgasm out of me with an unrelenting suction that made tiny points of light dance before my eyes. I delved deeper into her, unyielding, I refused to be defeated today.
We surfed the roiling tides of our ecstasy together for what felt like an eternity, our heaving bodies entangled, slick with sweat and juices. Raz relaxed on top of me, her wracked muscles going limp and soft, I mouthed her mound and thighs gently, and she ran her lips and tongue over the head of my still throbbing erection, every lick and kiss magnified a thousand times by afterglow.
“Draw...” Raz moaned, rolling off me and twisting around to spoon. She wrapped her huge arms around me, pulling me close to her for a placating kiss, she tasted of me, her soft lips interlocking with my own in a long, deep embrace that left me dizzy. She nuzzled the nape of my neck, planting a gentle peck on my bruised, red shoulder that sent a shiver down my spine. Her furry tail coiled around my legs and I felt her warm hand on my cheek, she pushed her face into my hair, stroking.
“Last night, I thought I’d never see you again, I couldn’t stand the thought of it.”
I felt a wetness in my hair, was she crying? Her warm breath tickled my ear.
“I thought that, at least if I got to have you, you wouldn’t forget about me.”
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