Oberon 4
Thank you all for reading. I believe I will add to this little series and flesh out the ccharacters I'm introducing. Let me know what you think. I'm new and any tips/suggestions/ critiques to help me better are appreciated.
Oberon 4, a dark super giant planet plagued by massive electrical storms, was also being plagued by rain, torrents of it. The deep orange and purple clouds covered the sky and blackened it. You could barely see your hand in front of your face. The ever-blinding white and yellow lightning lit up the sky in making the atmosphere sizzle with electricity before striking the sobbing wet ground with anger. The rain poured down in sheets attempting to drown all that dared to be out in it.
A lone cycle hovered above the mini-rivers running through the street to pull up to the bar. The same lone figure cursed silently as she dismounted and ran for cover from the rain battering her. The neon sign that had pulled her off the hover track said Holler and Howl, but this was completely ignored by the figure running from the rain. She grumbled as she pushed open the strange too wide and too tall door. She removed her helmet, thick wet gloves trailing over the glowing metal.
The patrons could only stare at this female space marine that had walked into their bar. Her wild short black helmet- hair stuck out in odd angles that somehow only managed to make her look better. When she took more steps her heavy boots clumped leaving wet footprints as her wide hips swayed past the still ogling alien patrons. The happy sounds of all the customers silenced as their eyes turned to her. She smiled as she looked around her port in the storm. Werewolves, as they were called on her home planet, glared at her with glowing yellow eyes.
She squared her shoulders, facing that glare, walking deeper into the bar with pride. After all, space marines hid from no one. A cat-woman with bold golden stripes hissed at her as she passed.
This place had been a safe haven for them and now it was being invaded. The space marine woman just grinned, her electric blue eyes flashing with another lightning clap.
"Two shots of Morgan," the common ground out of her throat sharp and rough. It held the tone of a senate order.
The bartender turned around. He was a purple cephalopod with one giant eye in the middle of his forehead and he wore a red beret.
'Imagine that, a bartender with eight arms.' She thought, smiling at him flashing strangely pointed teeth. 'I bet he never gets behind on orders.'
"Sure," the cephalopod spoke, his common rough and vaguely mechanical. "But aren't you gonna get in trouble being in here. You're a marine."
"I'm just here to get out of the rain." She shook her damp hair for emphasis. "You know the thunderstorms on this planet are deadly and violent. I'll be lucky if my poor bike escapes unscathed. "Blame my C.O. he demanded I ride out in this nightmare."
"Alright, it's your funeral." The bar tender smirked, as he saw more and more of the patrons eyeing the strange marine brave enough to enter an offworlder bar. He poured her drinks. "That'll be two bob."
"Tell you what," she said, leaning over to give him a good view of her slightly damp cleavage. "So it doesn't show up on my pin, and you don't get any unwanted visits, I'll sing for my supper. One song, one drink. What do you say?" she offered, before she even touched the glass.
"Sorry, Marine, I don't do mammals. I hate the milk sacks, so lean back." Jessie grinned at him stifling a laugh. "Anyway, we do need some entertainment though."
She reached for her first glass, but the bartender snatched it from her. One of his eight tentacle like arms slithering out with lightning quickness.
"Sing first."
She just smiled at him, got up off the barstool, and took the stage. She went thought the gauntlet again to hisses and jeers from the offworlders. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up and her reflexes were prepared for a fight. But they allowed her to pass without physical incident. Jessie picked up one of the discarded guitars and prepared to play.
"Hi. My name is Jessie and I will be your entertainment this evening."
With that, and a seductive turn to place her back to the ground she began. She turned whipping her arm around to a perfectly time flash of lightning. She began singing.
Alright sir, Sure I'll have another one its early. Three olives, shake it up, I like it dirty (dirty)
Tequila for my friend it makes her flirty, Trust me.
I'm the instigator of underwear Showing up here and there uh oh (oh no)
So what if its only 1 o'clock in the afternoon. It's never too soon to send out all the invitations to the last night (of your life)
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, I can't help it I like to party its genetic. Its electrifying, wind me up and watch me go. Where she stops nobody knows. A good excuse to be a Bad Influence on you and you.
The bartender smiled as his customers seemed very happy with his entertainment selection. The catcalls, boos, and hisses actually turned to cheers and whistles of enjoyment. He was glad. He could tell that they had been holding their breaths. Military types didn't mix with the "demented ones" as the Confederation had labeled them. But this military "Tomboy" didn't seem to mind them. It probably had something to do with the strange fangs in her mouth. She might even have some offworlder blood. She had made no remarks, no sneers and no bad jokes. Maybe they weren't all as bad as they had been made out to be. But then she was only one. It was when they were with their units that the real soldier took over. At least she wasn't a bad singer and the mood in his bar had changed. Now everyone was jovial and in a good mood. The drink orders were even picking up again. Maybe he should make an exception for this one marine. He seriously considered making her a regular attraction and if the one song one drink contract continued, He wouldn't even have to pay her. And this thought made him smile.
Jessie finished her two songs and returned to the bar. She winked at the bartender and clicked her tongue. Then she drank her two drinks of rum.
"Ah, that's good stuff. Sharp and hot."
"You certainly are." Commented a rasping female voice, with mirthfilled lust, as she stroked Jessie's well toned back.
Jessie chuckled. Even without looking, Jessie could feel the claws playing over her muscles barely avoiding slicing into the cloth of her shirt. Jessie looked over her shoulder and into the face of a young female werewolf. She raised an eyebrow at her and smiled.
The werewolf was a soft charcoal grey with a white chest. Her silky ears perked up and listened intensively. Something told Jessie she had heard her heartbeat pick up. Her eyes were a golden yellow and zeroed in on Jessie. Jessie noticed that they were sizing her up, and taking in her every measurement. Jessie could almost hear her mind screaming ...
D cups, check.
Narrow waist, also check.
Wide hips, double check.
Nice ass, big hulking nuclear check.
"Hello, I should let you know I'm not afraid of the big bad wolf. Have you come to blow my house down?"
"Heh," She chortled. "That and more, little piggy. You haven't seen me huff and puff." The way the wolf said that actually made Jessie shiver. She took a closer look at the Lycan.
She wasn't tall, but she was built. She was only an inch or two taller than Jessie. Very strange for Lycans, they tended to tower. However, it wasn't her vertical measurements that caught Jessie's eyes. The woman was stacked. However, not in the muscular way Jessie was. Instead of lean muscles the Lucan was all sinful curves. Jessie wouldn't be fooled, she knew that the woman was dangerous, all true Lycans were. She gave hourglass a new name her waist thick and swooping like a hairpin turn to her hips that looked like they should be on a pear shape.
"You know I can't do that." Told Jessie, the smile never leaving her face. How could it when she was being flirted with by a sexy Lycan. "Offworlder relationships are strictly prohibited."
"I also know that what your unit doesn't know won't hurt you." She smiled, her hungry canines flashing with playful intent. Playful was relative to most people that grin would have been threatening.
Jessie was suddenly very aware of how little clothing Offworlder women wore. The Lycan was wearing what equated to a loincloth and very scanty bikini top covering her jiggling jugs. She was probably only wearing that because this was an open bar where, even though they weren't common, marines could enter. Even if it was dangerous for them to do so.
"Bartender," Jesse called, taking her seat back at the bar.
"Yeah."
"Two more shots. Same thing."
"Two more songs then."
"Sure." Jessie stood, but was promptly pushed back down by wide clawed paws. Those things were far bigger than her hands ever hoped to be.
"No, I only want her on stage if she is stripping. I'll pay for her drinks." The lycan planted two translucent coins on the bar. "Add a Martian mix too. Stiff vodka."
"Thank you." Jessie said, as she glanced back at the lycan, more specifically at her galactic cleavage.
'Don't Lycans normally have litters? Why does she have only two breasts? At least they are perfect. Almost like fresh grapefruit.
"That means you owe me now." She took advantage of Jessie's staring to tickle her with her very dexterous furry tail.
"Leave her alone, Amanda. You'll get into trouble playing with her. Besides didn't you swear off military types."
Jessie was thrown by the high kid's voice. What was a kid doing in here?
"Oh come on Cat, she's too yummy to pass up." Teased Amanda, running her tail over Jessie's shoulders.
Jessie just watched these two girls converse and while wolfie...Amanda was very much a woman with big luscious breasts and very curvy hips. Her young companion looked more like her daughter then her friend. Cat was short for a human and even more so for a Felinad. Catarina was only four earth feet, most Felinade were at least six. And by the look of her, a total of maybe ten stones. She wasn't as shapely as her wolf companion, lacking the curves of a mountain pass, but she was definitely a girl. Her black hair and her black eyes gave her the look of a sleek and agile panther. Her dark shiny fur didn't help either. Jessie looked closely at the diminutive offworlder.
'Are those stripes?' Jessie wondered, but they were hard to see with the black on black pattern. When Cat hissed at her friend, Amanda, her fangs flashed as her tail twitched irritably. She was definitely a liger.
"Hello little Kitty, want to play too. You look like a stuffed animal."
"Hells no, I only play with boys. And did you just insult me by calling me a stuffed animal?"
"Well, you remind me of Old Earth toys, all fluffy and cuddly. I bet your fun to snuggle up with." Jessie teased, reaching a hand out to lift the liger's chin.
But the little liger wasn't in the playing mood and she swiped Jessie's hand off her face; almost leaving a scar.
"Be careful, Jessie, she bites." Amanda's heavy voice was giggling while she still stroking Jessie playfully with her tail.
"So do I, on occasion." Then she turned back to Cat. "So, you're just keeping her company then? But since you like boys, you might like my bunk mate Jack."
"Well, if she won't, I'll play with you." Told another, as Cat kept glaring at Jessie, still feeling insulted.
Jessie turned to face the new voice. But this one was different. She wasn't a girl. He was a transvestite. He was obviously male, but squeezed into what passed for female clothing. He was also an Antillian. And what an Antillian could do with their tongues made Jessie smile even more. Antillians were similar to the Ant-eaters of Old Earth, with narrow heads and very long tongues. Jessie had only slept with one Antillian in her life. But oh god, what he had taught her.
"Well now. I hope you're as good with your tongue as my last partner was. He was....soul shattering."
"Well then, I just have to show you what I can do." He grinned and let his long tongue snake out to slither across his face. Then he whipped it back in and offered a great big leering smile, taking in her whole body with his eyes and imagined what he would do to it.
"Oh no you don't. I saw her first." A vicious growl escaped Amanda and Jessie really saw how big the Lycan was.
"Now now, Amanda, she's more than "man" enough. We can share her." The freaky Antillian offered, his erection clearly distorting the obscenely short skirt he was wearing.
"Still pretty horny? Go find a boyfriend," growled Amanda.
"Over my dead body," the Antillian hissed, now standing up to his full height to meet her challenge. "I am a very respectable male lesbian. I am insulted."
"You'll be space fodder. She's my turf for the night." told Amanda, slapping away the Antillian's hand from Jessie's shoulder.
Jessie just smiled and downed two more drinks as she watched a fight about to begin. Hey, she was in the military and she was all about fighting. She grinned as she tapped her ear, activating the implanted link.
"Jack, I think I found "the little firecracker" you were wanting." All she had to do was wait and then the both of them could have some fun tonight.
That is if she survived. The fight that had broken out between Wolfie and the Antillian was getting out of hand. Amanda had thrown a punch at the Antillian; but he had caught it and countered with one of his own. He knocked Amanda back and into a table. It shattered as she landed on it. The dog-boys sitting there helped her up and then turned and growled at the Antillian. However, Cat got to him first. Cat hissed as she slashed her tiny razor claws into the Antillian's thick leg. The Antillian growled at her and tore her away from his leg. He then tossed Cat aside like she was a little toy. Cat landed back at the bar at Jessie's feet. Jessie looked down at her and laughed. Then she helped her up.
"Stay here with me little Kitty. You'll only get hurt."Jessie grabbed Cat by her diminutive arms, dropping her upon the bar like a hurt little child. "There much better."
"Leave me alone, Junkhead. I don't need your help." growled Cat, very angry at both Jessie and the Antillian, and at her own inability to help her friend.
"Well then have a drink." Jessie slid a full snifter across the bar.
Suddenly hearing a loud crash, Jessie returned her attention to the fight. The Antillian snorted as he flung a barstool. Amanda hissed as the stool caught her shoulder.
"DAMN YOU OMNIVORE!!" Amanda snarled like a beast slamming the bottle of Danials on the bar.
"HEY!" That was mine." Cat was going to try and stop Amanda, but Jessie just held her back. Being tiny had a major disadvantage, being flung like a rag.
Now the fight was getting bigger. The dog-boys had rose up to help Amanda fight the male Antillian. And the Antillians didn't like their buddy being out numbered. So now instead of this fight being just between two "girls" and neither one wanting to give up Jessie for the night; the entire bar got into it. Some just watched, greatly amused by the entertainment a bar fight was. Others just wanted to punch someone and have a good time. Amanda and the Antillian just went at it bar none. Both knew that the winner would get to bed Jessie.
Jessie just laughed and ducked as Amanda swung the bottle over her head and threw it at the Antillian. After all, Jessie was a GESS (a genetically engineered super solider) this was nothing. She leaned to the side as the Antillian lashed a punch with "her" fat fist. Jessie took her second shot and flipped her hand to the frantic bartender for another drink.
The patrons laughed and the carnivores cheering for the lycan as both "girls" were now writhing on the floor and fighting tooth and claw.
"Hm, all you need now is a mud pit." laughed Jessie, downing yet another drink.
"Damn it to Zaxian 3, you military types are always bad news." Complained the bartender, as he left the bar and tried to get the fight back under control. He was failing miserably as both fighters just pushed him aside. Even with eight arms he couldn't grasp those beasts right.
"Don't look at me. I was just standing here." she laughed. "Where is the other shot I ordered? Never mind, I'll get it myself."
Jessie just laughed more and more at the fight, as she reached over the unprotected bar and grabbed another bottle of Captain Morgan's Rum.
"Well don't just sit there laughing and drinking my liquor. Do something!" he begged her, as he got thrown out of the fight again and landed at Jessie's feet.
"Alright."
Jessie smirked, stood up, and stood pressing her hands against Amanda and the Antillian. She held them back with one hand on each of their chest. Amanda was shocked still, that a single hand had actually held her back. What was this girl? Jessie grinned up at her flashing the tiny almost unnoticeable fangs.
"Alright girls, break it up. That's enough.".
Both girls just glared at each other as they were separated by Jessie. Suddenly, the door opened and a tall brawny male space marine walked in. He had his helmet on so no one could see his face. He took two steps and drew his pulse gun. He cocked it and asked...
"Is there a problem here?"
Immediately, everyone calmed down, no more jeering, no more whooting, and no more snarling. Silence and order was restored and everyone quickly retook their seats. The techno music once again prevailed and filled the room as the male space marine approached Jessie. Jessie stood by the bar smiling playing a cross between an enraged Lycan and a horny and pissed Antillion. He walked right up to her and shook his head at her.
"Can't you stay out of trouble for more than five minutes?"
Then they greeted each other with some secret sign and then he asked...
"Which one?"
"The little one over there on the bar." informed Jessie, pointing to Cat, as she donned her jacket. The little fluffy monster was hissing at him as he approached her.
"Now wait a minute." complained Cat, as the male space marine grabbed her by the arm and began to drag her away.
She fought him, her claws slashing into the strange material of his suit only to be repelled. He holstered his weapon and slung her over his shoulder. Cat hissed and spat and resorted to trying to strangle him with her tail, but the damnable thing was not long enough. She was being lugged away like a short coat. She tried to find any part of the big male to sink her fangs into, but even as a Felinade she couldn't fold her body like that.
Cat snarled as the large male dragged her away, "Damn you put me down!"
"Don't worry, Jack won't hurt you." Jessie laughed, the sound was fairly non amused though.
"As in bunk mate Jack?" Amanda asked, wondering what Jessie and Jack were planning to do now.
Jessie's smile turned to a frown and she grabbed Amanda by the shoulder roughly.
"You too. Some jail time might just do you good." Jessie smirked, pulling Amanda behind her.
The others in the bar just watched in silent horror as two of their own were dragged away. They all wanted to help them, but to do so would only have invited more trouble. Space Marines weren't know for mercy. If they were lucky, they would be let go. If they weren't...then that was the last that they would ever see of them.
"Where are you taking us," Cat questioned, as they zoomed by the enforcer holding prison. The pair stopped fighting when they realized that they weren't going to jail.
"Back to your place of course. we can't take you to the barracks."
Soon their small home came into view.
"How did you know we lived here?"
"Accessed the local mainframe for your data cubes." Jack's answer was short and gruff as if he was saying 'isn't it obvious'.
Cat stared at Jack while he drove, his hover-car floating smoothly above the drenched surface of the hover track. Jack was tall and well built. He actually dwarfed her. He had wide shoulders and a strong bearing. His arms were muscular and thick as he drove the car. He reminded Cat of a bull but without the horns. He had thick brown hair and unnaturally bright blue eyes like Jessie's. He didn't smile like Jessie did. In fact, a frown seemed to be his permanent facial feature.
"You do realize, Jack, that you are paying for my bike if it took a strike, right?" Jessie muttered, glaring from the back seat with Amanda.
"Not my fault that you didn't think to cover it."
Jack was human like Jessie, but something about them both seemed different. Even though they were human, they seemed to have a proud and regal bearing about them. Or that could have been the military training. Cat stole a glance into the backseat. Amanda was happy, very happy, and showed it by playfully pawing at Jessie. But Jessie just pushed her away and stared at her with cold military eyes.
"Not now. Wait unitl we get inside and then I will give you what you want."
Amanda just looked at Jessie. At the bar, she had been so amusing and obliging; but now she was so cold and distant. Amanda wondered if that was because of her bunk mate. Would Jack tell on her?
It was Cat that opened the door to the apartment. She and Amanda ushered their guests inside and then closed the door. However, once the door closed, they were in for another surprise. The atmosphere darkened as the presence of their guests settled over them. They had thought Jessie had been intimidating, if sexy, at the bar but she was doubly so now. She looked bigger, more powerful.
"Well now, shall the games begin?"
"Games?" The two girls wore identical confused expressions.
"Yeah," Jessie said, licking her pouty lips. "The best kind of game. It's kind of like mercy. "
Jack's question had been rhetorical. The games would begin whether they wanted it to or not. He wrung his gloved hands together almost menacingly. Amanda looked over at Jessie something in her eyes wasn't right. Before the Lycan Amanda had simply thought of them as exotic human eyes. Now they looked familiar and frightening. They were offworlder eyes.
Amanda and Cat's faces shifted from mischievous and lusty, their expressions dropping to melt into something fearful. It was barely perceptible, but they saw the visage of their guests turn a complete 180 degrees. Now both, previously assumed, humans looked like predators. And they looked like hungry ones about to devour their prey. Both Jessie and Jack pounced on their respective prey lightning quick and carried them off to their rooms for the night. Their movements almost snake like in their speed. Neither Offworlder knew what happened before they were behind the closed door of their room.
Jessie tossed a violently struggling Amanda onto the bed and then locked her room's door. Amanda could only wonder what she had gotten herself into as Jessie smiled at her with a lust filled grin.
"Now Jessie...." Amanda snarled, looking as ferocious as she could paralyzed by the presence of ... whatever Jessie was.
"Not to worry little wolfie, I will properly reward you for paying for my drinks tonight." Jessie purred, as she took a sleek pair of officer-issue cuffs out of her pocket. "You just have to sit back and enjoy the show." Those cuffs were soon clinking around the poles that were bracing the very human style bed. "Now that I have a captive audience, I can perform. Didn't you say you wanted to see me strip?"
Amanda just raised an eyebrow at her. The powerful presence of the smaller woman was swiftly being wiped away by powerful pheromones. An almost fog of sex appeal filled the room as Jessie stepped back from Amanda cuffed to her own bed. Amanda gulped as Jessie started to move to invisible music. Her hips swayed, with their metronome rhythm, and her pelvis pumped the air in a very close, but not quite lewd manner. Her hands slid down the front of her body and her fingers nimbly losing her belt buckle.
"Like that?" Jessie grinned, as she turned on the balls of her tiny human feet whipping off her belt.
It cracked like a whip as she snapped it. She let the leather slither between her legs riding it, sawing between her curvy legs and groaning. She dropped the belt to look at an entranced Amanda. The Lycan was nearly drooling, her eyes widened and Jessie could actually smell her lust starting to build. She leaned back pushing her hand between her hands rubbing her self through the thick pants. She moaned, the trick was to do it just so it could barely be heard. It was a secret for only Amanda. She slid her hands up her body teasing by lifting the hem of her shirt. Amanda was whining and trying to pull away from the cuffs.
"UHUHUH," Jessie reprimanded her.
Somehow her body knew exactly which way to turn and twist. She popped the bottom button on her shirt taking the hem between her teeth. Her smooth belly swiveled in time to the music in her head. The skin seemed so supple. it shivered as Jessie ran her fingers over it again.
Another button snapped revealing more of that well defined rippling stomach. She slithered out of the shirt, ever so slowly, and expertly sexy. The cursed corner in her teeth being a damnable block until she span revealing her back.
"Oh!" Amanda whimpered, thankful that Jessie hadn't bound her tail. It eased the ache between her legs rubbing gently almost absently. The soft smooth fur brushing trails of pleasure over her.
Jessie wore no bra, and really didn't care if anyone noticed. The shirt hit the floor as she released it from her fangs. Then she arched her back managing just to grin at her weak and fully attentive audience upside down. She made a show of fondling her breast out of sight, pinching her own dark nipples and groaning with just the right amount of desperation to make Amanda hiss.
"Ohh you wanna touch em' too, huh? Too bad." Still keeping her back to Amanda, Jessie leaned forward. Finally giving Amanda a view of her glorious large C's before dropping splitting her legs open into a full split.
Amanda actually was drooling, a very common thing for a canine off worlders. Her tail was feverishly rubbing along her rapidly swelling sex. "Oh please ...."
"Keep begging it turns me on." Jessie sprawled literally humping the floor making Amanda scream in frustration. Then something she had no idea anyone could do. She pulled her legs in incredible strength in her legs to rise slowly, her pants sliding down.
'When the hell did she unbutton those?'DAMN THOSE PANTIES!!!' Amanda cursed in her rapidly graying mind.
She was past all hopes of being lady like her tail grinding against her feverish flesh hopelessly. It wasn't enough. She didn't have enough control to really do more than grind against it. No insertion. Oh God, how she craved her thick padded fingers. The tiny blue panties matched Jessie's electric blue blazing eyes. They also had a very noticeable wet spot in the very center. Once again Jessie stroked her quivering center running a single finger against her slit. Then nothing. She stood completely still grinning, grinning at Amanda.
"You want to shred these don't you? You want to rip these panties to tiny little pieces that you can use as confetti, don't you?"
Those claws scratched at the bikini briefs, leaving a trail of barely visible flesh, and Amanda was howling. How the hell could regular cotton Bikini pants be so sexy? Those claws moved again slicing them clean down the side. Then the panties fell, leaving Jessie in all her natural glory.
"Shows not over yet. I want to watch you squirm some more."
"Please no," Amanda begged, she was burning.
She knew she was going to die from the buildup. Her tail was just not getting the job done. Sure she was a proud Lycan, sure she was strong and from a warrior race. However, she was horny as all hell and would probably be humping Jessie's leg if she wasn't cuffed to the bed.
"UHMMMM," Jessie purred, running a hand along her side. "I told you, I love you begging." Jessie grinned, as she made her way painfully close to Amanda's bed. That pole looked perfect. She hooked her arm around it. "What is a stripper without a pole? She swung around just inches out of reach to the bound Amanda.
She span around the smooth wooden pole hooking her legs, giving Amanda just the view she wanted.
"FUCK you!!"
"Oh you will just give me a minute to warm up. Need to stretch and all." Jessie hissed, as her heated lips grazed the pole leaving a smooth wet trail. "OHHHHH," she did again letting the pole split her drooling lower lips open.
Amanda was reduced to whining like a pup, her arousal becoming more painful. It was like her first heat, but about ten times worse. How was this marine so good. Her tail was no longer even taking the edge off the fever below her waist. Finally, she could take it no more and began begging.
"Please, I'll do anything just please?" Amanda pulled against the infuriatingly strong cuffs. Lifting her hips into the air straining to get any relief from her tail. "Please I want you, I want anything, just don't leave me like this."
"All you had to do was ask." Amanda dropped to the floor leaving the very convenient poster of the bed.
"Oh hell you tortured me just so I would start really begging?"
'Told you, it makes me hot. I love your voice squealing like that. But now I want to hear you scream. Still a little over dressed though.
Jessie crawled over Amanda's feverish body. She lingered on the soft squishy pads of her feet. Massaging them and working Amanda into a frenzy. Jessie knew exactly how to press her fingers into the sesitive pads. The feet and hands of most off wolders were extremely receptive to stimulation. She knew how to torture them for information, make them scream and cry, make them beg to die. Those talented hands could murder with unbearable pain. But, at times like this, she also knew how to make them feel the most pleasure. Amanda was moaning in bliss. It felt so good. The electric lightning of the sensation sending pleasure shooting straight into her brain. Jessie ran her fingers over Amanda's long strange legs. Feeling the muscle jump as she ground her palm into it. Amanda was bucking and quivering by the time Jessie reached her thighs. The loincloth skirt was a mess. Hiked up to expose Amanda's swollen leaking secret. It was in no way blocking or protecting, but Jessie wanted it gone. First down to brush across her snatch to make her groan, then all the way off. Jessie grinned as she tossed it behind her. She placed a knee right where Amanda wanted it.
"AHHHHHHH" Amanda howled, as that knee ran in a circle, stoking her fire a little bit higher. Jessie's flesh was smooth and slick, scratching just right. It didn't have the normal feathery texture, no it felt more like soft leather. Giving a tad less than human. Amanda had very much enjoyed the striptease and it was evident in how Jessie's knee was getting a shower. Jessie crooned into Amanda's belly, hitting her sensitive little button with her smooth knee. "You like that?"
"YES!!" Amanda knew better now than to be quiet.
Jessie left her knee there as her hands went exploring through the soft fur. Jessie loved Amanda's furry body. It was so soft and full. Just beneath it, feeling like old velvet, was her hypersensitive skin. Amanda obviously took very good care of herself. Jessie pushed her hands through Amanda's fur, flexing her fingers as she went, caressing her sensative points. Suddenly, Jessie found something interesting. Jessie paused for a second and Amanda bucked mad.
"Is this what I think it is?" Jessie gave the delicate nub between her fingers a playful tug and was rewarded with a scream of pleasure. "Oh I like that, do it again." Jessie teased the tiny hidden nipple buried in the silky fur.
Jessie groaned at the second howl of pleasure. Amanda placed her legs to get even more contact with that blessed knee. Jessie took advantage and swung her legs over. "You are about to get your leg humped doggy." Jessie gave the nipple another twist and Amanda squirmed forcing her leg up into Jessie. "Good girl." Jessie released the nipple she had been abusing. Sending her talented fingers to work over toned abs. Jessie grinned as she felt the muscle quivering beneath her fingers. Lower and lower those fingers traveled until they met the enflamed and drenched opening to Amanda. Pleasure rippled through them both as Jessie glided over Amanda's furry knee and pushed her fingers further into her prisoner.
"YES!!" Amanda groaned out between furious panting. Finally her aching was soothed by those fingers piercing her.
Jessie just played with her prisoner, enjoying every mutter and scream she could draw from her. As one of her hands stroked slick inner wall. The other explored the Off worlders body. She caressed her legs, her thighs, and gave her buttocks a delicate pinch. The squeal from that pinch made Jessie drop lower onto Jessie's knee. Amanda glanced up at Jessie's enraptured face. The other hand traveled back up her body, intensifying Jessie's delicious wild howls and yelps. But, her questing digits were blocked. Amanda had one more piece of clothing to go. Jessie smirked, running her tongue through the silky fur just under Amanda's major breast. She peppered her captives chest with kisses. Then her teeth sank into the cloth of Amanda's make shift bra. With a sharp and animalistic tug and a guttural growl, the material was ripped away. Amanda whimpered with now triple pleasure. The fingers buried in her sped up and now the stone hard nipples on her breast was captured between Jessie's fingers.
Jessie, continued to ride Amanda's frantically flailing knee. "YES... YES... YES... YES!!!" Jessie growled. Amanda was reduced to screaming in ecstasy her mind no longer able to process words, much less a language she had not been born into.
Jessie moved up Amanda's body, her tongue leading the way. Amanda's soft silken fur gave her goosebumps as it brushed her slick skin. She stopped, her tongue swirling around the nipple cresting Amanda's pert and fully endowed breasts. Jessie's tongue lathed Amanda's breast, slowly licking it in sensual circles. Amanda moaned and bucked upwards, sending her nipple more fully into that tongue and those fingers deeper into her core. Amanda bucked harshly fighting against the marine's cuffs. Damn them for being so strong, but they were probably made just for restraining offworlders. So breaking free from them was going to be close to impossible. Amanda could do very little but enjoy the sensations of pleasure and euphoria that Jessie was sending coursing through her. Jessie sucked the nipple into her mouth nibbling it like a candy. her free hand reaching down into the fur on Amanda's belly.
Jessie was rewarded with Amanda's sharp hiss of pleasure as she pinched the hidden nipple. Amanda's eyes rolled back and she went completely rigid. Every muscle in her body tightened and for just a second Amanda wasn't there. She was lost in the orgasm. Her mind was nothing but bliss and fluffy white-hot pleasure.
Amanda arched again, a silent scream still on her lips as she roiled in pleasure against Jessie. Jessie continued to abuse the nipple between her lips and then, she did something that pulled Amanda she purred. The vibration traveled into the sensitive nipple and had Amanda screaming again. It stood straight out like a pebble. The stimulation was too much.
Damn, she wanted to touch her so badly. Jessie knew what she wanted, and just chuckled at her, Sending little vibrations down through her. Amanda got another surprise when Jessie began sucking on her breasts. At first like a hungry little puppy and then more forcefully. Amanda's mind was a soup of mixed emotions, both emotional and physical. Whimpers of lust, satisfaction, and wanting escaped her as Jessie masterfully supped from her.
"You are so good at this," moaned Amanda, as she relaxed into Jessie's 'milking'. "Please uncuff me."
"No." said Jessie, moving up to look Amanda in the eyes. "But if you want something to do..."
That's when Jessie kissed Amanda. Amanda was ecstatic now as she kissed Jessie back with all the passion that she had in her. She forced Jessie to allow her tongue entrance and even though she couldn't touch Jessie, she could enslave her tongue. Now it was Jessie's turn to go light headed. Amanda had stolen her breath and now dominated her being with a passonate kiss. Shockwaves of pleasure and lust rippled through Jessie and she broke the kiss. Amanda growled at her and her eyes burned a feral yellow.
"Oh wolfie, you're gonna make me cum."
"If you think that was good, then uncuff me and I will fuck you stupid."
"In a while. I'm still working," smiled Jessie, her liquid blue offworlder eyes flashing with mischief. She hooked her fingers still buried in Amanda and the wolf lost all thought again. She was lost to the pleasure. But that pleasure soon became pain to her over-used nipples.
"Please," Amanda begged digging grooves into the sheets of her bed with the claws on her feet. Jessie just moaned as that knee pressed further into her. Oh man, she was so close to cumming now that it was driving her nuts with painful aching need. Jessie stopped sucking on them and went even lower.
"Since you asked so nicely." If Amanda hadn't lost her mind yet, she was about to as Jessie found her womanhood. Amanda howled with longing and utter delight as Jessie blew gently her breath on Amanda's golden doors. The Lycan shivered at the gentle stimulation.
"Oh by the seven gods!" Screamed Amanda, as Jessie's tongue replaced her fingers. Finally, no more aching need just indescribable pleasure.
Up and up, over and over and over again. Like a child licking an ice cream cone, Jessie licked Amanda's folds. She pressed her hands into Amanda's quivering thighs. Her sharp claws pressing into the thick flesh to hold her captive still. They parted of their own accord and gladly allowed Jessie entrance as Amanda's juices flowed from her. A shot of pleasure flew through Amanda's body like a bullet as Jessie stuck her tongue inside Amanda.
"Hmm, Spicy I like it."
Suddenly, Amanda's body made her very aware of something else about Jessie. Besides Jessie's abnormal eyes, the claws that weren't really claws, Jessie's tongue was also very abnormal for a human. It was longer and more serpentine now. It also seemed to reach all the way inside her to just the right spot. Amanda's eyes rolled back in sweet bliss and she arched up to give Jessie more of herself. Jessie lapped at her captor like she was a milk bowl. Amanda struggled at her restraints and howled. She longed to sink her hands into Jessie's head and drive her deeper. She wanted this strange woman to eat her like a full course meal.
Jessie took the hint. With her strong arms, she pulled Amanda closer and dove into her. Amanda bit her lip more than once as Jessie's nose kept hitting her soft little hidden pearl. More and more of Amanda leaked forward and Jessie lapped it all up. But now Jessie could feel Amanda's body constricting around her tongue. She was getting ready to hit another peak. Amanda whimpered like a beaten little puppy as Jessie pulled her tongue out.
"Don't cry little wolfie. I'm going to give you a special treat."
The gaze that graced Jessie gave Amanda made her question how she could have ever thought she was human. It was pure predator.
Unbeknownst to Amanda, Jessie's secret prodded its way out of Jessie's tailbone as her upper buttocks split in two. Slowly but surely, Jessie's ribbed reptilian tail grew out of her ass. Jessie smirked at Amanda and then thrust her tail right into Amanda. Amanda howled in pain at first and moaned with great pleasure as Jessie fucked her with her tail; In and out, faster and harder. Jessie only laughed at Amanda as she writhed in ecstasy beneath her. She held onto Amanda's breasts like a bull rider and rode Amanda hard. She leaned forward and kissed her, stealing her breath this time, as her tail continued to find all of Amanda's sensitive points and hit every single one.
Faster and faster, Jessie's tail moved with precision; driving Amanda higher and higher towards her sexual peak. All of a sudden, Amanda roared like a great Lycan. Jessie had no doubt that half the planet may have heard her as she came. But what Jessie heard, was the snap of her cuffs as they finally broke under the strain.
"Oh, no." feared Jessie.
She knew full to well what those huge paws of a lycan could do in battle. The gods help her if they were just as bad or worse in heat.
"Oh, yes." grinned Amanda, with very great satisfaction, as she pushed Jessie with full force to the floor. "And now that I know you're a dragoon. I don't have to be gentle."
"I'm still human." feared Jessie, as she lay completely at the Lycan's mercy.
"But you won't die." grinned Amanda, her fangs flashing with delight.
Grinning Amanda licked her lips as her tail thrashed around, her ears flat to her head as she crawled towards the girl on her hands and knees. Slowly crawling on top of Jessie, her nose running along the girl's neck as she inhaled the woman's scent.
"You won't die, no... You will survive and you will remember me... your body will have scars that remind you never to piss of a lycan with teasing and torment"