Scene Three: "Lonely"
#3 of Steel Opera
Her arms were already wrapped around his neck before Ferro could react. His immediate facial expression was one of shock sprinkled with a hint of fear. What's the Captain doing? I could get thrown into the brig for this... With a gentle tug, he was urged downwards to meet her eyes but an inch from his.
"What's the matter. Little shy, are we?" Taylor suggested, batting an eyelash. Ferro was still in a state of military rigor. He didn't quite know what to do. Taylor was attractive enough, with a forceful personality like the women from Rexxoren. Her fire-red panties were doing nothing for Ferro's desire to turn and flee. His heart was racing, his head swimming. "Worried that maybe this might be seen as somewhat inappropriate?" she asked, letting her hands lock and tighten across the back of his neck. "The male officers get call girls when they hit the surface, why shouldn't I be allow to fraternize?" she asked rhetorically. The inside of her thigh began to rub against Ferro's leg, and with a great degree of restraint, he hid his slowly emergent erection. "Would it help if I ordered you?" she suggested, her lip turning up to reveal a hot pink tongue and a mouthful of lusty breath. Ferro absorbed it.
"Yes, ma'am." He nearly whispered, more comfortable with the notion of being under her command. "I mean... this is not the right." He mumbled. "I must protest." Her body pressed against his, and the sudden warmth of her crotch against his hip forced his manhood stiff. Rife with a deviant satisfaction, Taylor smiled.
"Your mouth protests, but your body does not." She rubbed her slender yet powerful hand over his chest, pinching a nipple lightly. "Play along, Sergeant. I promise you'll like it." Ferro strained not to give in to every instinct, to ravage her on the spot. Two years without physical interaction had driven his bodily urges to such heights that he often had to pinch himself or go for a run to be rid of them. But now, there was little else he could do but simply flee. She looked up into his dark eyes, set against deep bruises, and pressed her muzzle to his. Her serpentine, steamy tongue snaked out and slipped past his teeth, daring him to greet it with his own bulbous muscle. This is backwards, he thought. I'm so hard... and the Captain... ugh, fine. His hands swept toward the small of her back, scratching lightly with his fingertips as they descended to her firm behind. With one hemisphere in each hand, he hoisted her up, excitement building as her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her tail flitted about in anticipation, and Ferro's own spiral appendage slowly unfurled to help him keep balance. His leg burned in agony, but the hormones flowing through his body labeled the pain as unimportant. Her hands had seized the back of his head, pressing her muzzle as powerfully to his as she could. She moaned lightly, the reverberation echoing in Ferro's head. She feels good... Her neatly proportioned breasts pressed against him, and the light vibration they made in sync to her labored breathing caused his cock to leap lightly at each subtle motion. Taylor pulled her mouth away and hastily disrobed of her shirt and sports bra, her index finger and thumb pinching a nipple. Her eyes glowed with animalistic anticipation, and without voicing it, she made it known that she was indeed ready. Ferro slowly let her rump slip from his fingers, and her pads soundlessly graced the floor. Slipping a thumb into the band of her panties on either side, she slid them off ever-so-slowly, offering a devious sideways glance for the expressions on Ferro's face. His almost dumbfounded, mesmerized look was all the more enticing, and with a final bit of finesse, she kicked them off. Ferro gulped carefully as they landed at his three-toed feet. She was bare before him, her deep orange fur lightening to a stark white at the center of her toned abdomen. A line of bald fur indicated a six inch shrapnel scar above her waist, almost as if pointing to the warmth between her legs.
Eagerly, but with ponderous precision, she approached Ferro, letting her hands rub once over his erect member.
"Take it off." She commanded breathily, and he replied with immediate acceptance. He stripped the shirt and let it fall to the floor, his dogtags dangling around his neck. She pressed herself against him, sliding her hands into his grey, baggy, standard issue sweatpants, and took hold of cloth. Kneeling, she slid them to his ankles and made an expression of mild surprise. "I'd always heard Rexxorens were large." With a skilled hand, she rubbed her paw up and down the full length of the impressive shaft, occasionally lapping its tip with her tongue. Ferro groaned at the teasing, but it built excitement, so he kept his complaints silent. When it appeared she was satisfied, she took the full length into her mouth with one long advance. He felt her tongue work the underside of his member, the coarse surface of her muscle drawing against his fleshy exterior. He shook involuntarily, and the sudden spasm forced Taylor to cough, choking on the extra length forced into her mouth. She withdrew, a subtle trail of spittle hanging from her lip. She swallowed, smiled up at him, and continued.
She went back and forth more than two dozen times, until Ferro could not hold it any longer. He gripped the back of her head, and forced his cock as powerfully as he could into her throat. He felt it graze against the back, and he held it there for a moment, sensing the imminent climax. Taylor seemed to enjoy the sudden forcefulness, and gagged lightly, her fingers digging into the scaly flesh of Ferro's behind. He drew the member back, and pressed forth once again, then once again for good measure. He struggled to avoid grunting in pleasure, and closed his eyes to keep the desire at bay. With one final thrust, he lost control, and thick ropes of semen erupted forth. His whole body trembled, and the warmth surrounding him was overwhelming. He exhaled violently, the orgasm lasting nearly a minute. When he was done, and his cock slipped slowly from Taylor's mouth, he felt almost like he could collapse. But part of him craved more, to be buried deep inside something alive once again.
She stood slowly and leaned in to kiss him, mouth agape. A viscous spittle dribbled into his mouth as she forced her way past his defenses again, and Ferro realized his own taste. At first, he was appalled, but she seemed to be ever-the-more aroused for it. Tongue coated in his own semen, Ferro felt the urge to take her. Almost on cue, she let her muzzle slip away from his. She wiped her mouth with the back of a paw.
"Come with me." She said quickly, drawing him to the mattress on the far end of the room. "It's my turn, now." The sheets were crisp and the pillow placed perfectly; idyllic military style. She flopped down on the bed, hands and knees, and presented a steaming and puffy pair of lips. She was all toothy smiles.
Steeling himself against his primal nature, he slowly slipped his cock passed the surface, penetrating slowly. Either she was a virgin, or simply tight by nature, Ferro guessed. He placed his hand on her hips, and let his member slide all the way to the hilt, still slick with his own cum and her saliva. Taylor pressed her face into the pillow in an effort to hold back the noise of her explosive gasping and moaning. Ferro drew back, then forward, this time with more speed. It wasn't long until the natural lubrication had him thrusting in rhythm with his heartbeat, racing against the inside of his chest. Taylor fondled her breasts and squeezed her rump to enhance the experience, as thin trails of precum began to slither their way down the inside of her legs. Ferro's grasp on her hips tightened, forcing himself forward with increasing intensity. He could only see the back of Taylor's head; her face buried so deep in fabric that he could barely make out her angular cheeks. Her tail wrapped around the back of Ferro's head as he leaned over her arched back, letting his tongue slide over her shoulders and neck. She screamed into the pillow, the muffled moans and gasps an aphrodisiac to the pulsating chameleon. His skin slowly morphed to a deep blood red, his hands grasping her breasts and hoisting her up onto her haunches. His chest pressed against he back, and she could feel his lungs expanding and contracting. Tears rolled down her face, her cheeks ablaze with warmth and redness. She bounced in opposite sync to Ferro's thrusts, creating a distinctive slap sound with each connection. One hand covered her mouth, the other squeezing a single asscheek. Ferro held her breasts, squeezing the nipples between his knuckles. Her body quivered in preparation, and Ferro too was approaching yet another climax.
Suddenly, Taylor stopped, and dismounted, leaning forward over the pillow once more. With an errant finger, she rubbed the rim of her anus.
"I want it here." She said, a thick mist pouring out from her mouth with each breath. Ferro could do little but comply, he was so close and she was so inviting, after all. He scooted forward, letting his hips rest neatly on either side of her behind. He let the length of his penis tap on the tailhole, her hands pulling the tail away to allow for entry.
"Here goes." He whispered. He drew his tip to the tight pucker and cringed at the grip her firm buttocks would put on his shaft. He ever so carefully pressed forward, backing out again at certain points to allow for a more slick penetration. Taylor this entire time had a series of fingers massaging and pressing against her clitoris, on occasion a pair slipping inside. Ferro had nearly gotten himself fully in, when she gasped, convulsing. Ferro felt his crotch pressed as deep as it would go; the depth seemed to catch her off guard.
"Harder." She moaned, almost pleading. Her yipping had intensified, occasionally becoming high pitched growls. Ferro drew his cock back and abided, pressing forward with no regard for the tight space. With some effort, it slipped in, then he drew it out. He pressed harder, then harder still. The inside of Taylor's legs and the spot on the sheets beneath her was already soaked, but she seemed as if climax had not yet been reached. Ferro closed his eyes and pressed as quickly as he could, the dogtags clanking together as his rapid-fire thrusting intensified. With a cacophonous moan, Taylor came, a stream of fluid dripping from her as her utterance went in decrescendo. Her body seized, and the sudden tightness clamping around Ferro's member forced him into second climax. He exhaled deeply, filling the hole with a second wave of hot ropes. As he drew it out, he continued to cum, spilling it over Taylor's deeply concave back in random patterns. She was limp, breathing heavily, her knees bowed inwards and her chest heaving. She flopped onto her back, smearing the cum on the sheets and looked up at Ferro, who was still inhaling slowly, propped up on his knuckles.
"That was magnificent." She gasped, urging him towards her with an outstretched hand. He leaned in, his still erect cock rubbing a small bit of cum on her belly. "So, feel better now?" she asked, licking the side of his neck.
"I felt well before, ma'am." He issued, his chest pressing against her. "Is it now you feel better?" he stumbled with the Imperial, his skin returning from red to its original blue. Taylor only laughed a little.
"Yes, I feel much better now, Terrence." There it was again, his first name. He couldn't get past the fact she wasn't addressing him according to rank, but he let the uneasiness slide. As she drew her tongue along his neck, all he could think about was that blood-slick sword and the soldier wielding it, pristine and commanding amongst all the chaos. Like a star in the black of the sky. He closed his eyes and wondered at where he might be. Taylor's legs wrapped around his back, urging him onto yet another act of stamina and prowess.
Ferro wondered how much more she could take. His leg was starting to flare up.
Stay tuned for Scene Four: Corpse Run!