Jules and Miyu Lynx Unabridged scenes
This one is outtakes, so to speak, based on my StarFox story, DETENTE. For those of you who have not read it, it involves StarFox leaving the Lylat sytem and winding up on modern day Earth. Throughout the beginning of the story, politics and world governments try to cover up Star Fox's existance on the planet but... with Andross' attack becomming imminant, word does get out. The team is moved to an Aircraft Carrier and Miyu Lynx winds up starting a whirlwind romance with a human pilot.
As before - if you wish to see my FanFiction.net listing of stories, including Detente, it can be found on my profile page; I've posted a link directly to my FFN stories.
I was asked more than once to see their sexual romance depicted. Probably because Human and Anthro sex can be fun, yes?
Jules and Miyu deleted and outtake scenes.
Gambit stood from the hot tub with Miyu in his arms. Water poured from her, draining back into the Jacuzzi. Their eyes met and he offered her a gentle smile. She returned it with a certain fondness in her gaze. Her voice was soft, subtle. "I want to know your first name."
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her triangular left ear. "Jules. You can know anything you want about me. You've earned the right to it, Government be damned."
She lifted a paw and gently trailed the velvet-padded palm over his cheek. "Thank you. For now, your name is a splendid start." She then arched up and kissed him. He puckered his soft lips against her own and the kiss intensified. Carefully, he stepped from the tub and carried her across the living room. Once in the bedroom, he released her legs gently; her feet touched the floor. He retrieved towels from the bathroom.
Miyu shook her head followed by her neck and shoulders. Next, her torso rapidly shook from left to right along with her legs. The tremor raced through her body then back again, ended at her rump, giving the little short tail a flicker. She grinned, watching him towel himself dry.
Not to be outdone, he approached her and placed his hands upon the soft, semi-damp fur of her waist. He lifted her then moved forward, dropping her onto the comfortable bed. Jules cupped his hand behind her head, guiding her back and he moved forward, kneeling onto the mattress then he leaned down over her body and placed tender kisses at the corner of her mouth. He trailed them down to her silky-furred jaw line and neck. He worked his way to her collarbone then down over her breast, suckling softly at the sensitive pink nubs of flesh found there.
Miyu cooed softly, placing a paw in his hair. She pulled his head to her bosom and shuddered at the sensation of nibbling and licking at her generous c-cup bosom. His touch and his kisses were gentle, loving and gracefully tender. The feline purred his name softly then lifted her head and whispered into his ear. "Be firm... I won't break."
He reached for both of her arms and lifted them above her head. He pinned them firmly, crisscrossed into the pillows and gazed in her eyes. Her breath caught and her heart began to race. Jules leaned down and eased his tongue into her muzzle, finding that it wasn't as coarse as sandpaper, like he'd expected. His lips closed around her tongue tip and he suckled softly. His left hand kept her paws pinned, his right one moved down over her breast, kneading the flesh firmly beneath the veneer of fur. She arched her back to receive his touch only to gasp again when his right hand ventured lower over her pelt, exploring the mound of silky pink skin nestled between her toned thighs.
Her back arched more, receiving his tactile offering. She shuddered again, feeling his fingers firmly against the slit of her sex. He caressed the dew-drenched petals of her flower and he spread those soft folds apart until his fingers found the lush hidden entrance between those moistened lips. Two fingers began to glide into her, causing the lynx to arch her back more with a groan.
Built like a human female, his fingertips found the spongy-textured flesh of her g-spot and he began to press firmly against that sensitive area, driving her wild. She thrashed beneath him, pinned by his left hand and grinding herself against his right. Her legs quivered as her muscles tightened. She tossed her head from left to right listlessly from the exquisite pleasure and delicious control he had over her body. It hummed to his touch with need for more, making it apparent by the way she began panting his name softly.
His lips met with the pert cherry-bud nub of flesh upon the globes of her breast. Jules' tongue tip flickered over it with quick little licks. She responded to his oral assault with a long, low murmur of pleasure. He took his time, his warm breath across her flesh and fur was driving her wild - she squirmed with need and desire. Miyu's maw parted and her lower lip quivered from the trembling of her jaw.
He spoke in a muffled tone against her breast. "I'm not rushing you, am I, ma chérie? I don't want to make you feel like I'm..."
"Shut up," she demanded, followed by a soft whine, grinding her body up against his touch. "Taste me," she pleaded.
The human pilot released her paws from above her head and moved down between her knees and firmly placed his hands upon her hips. His tongue moved to the pink flesh of her womanhood, pushing against the slit until he found the sensitive button nestled within. He rolled her clitoris in a semicircle to tease then stroked along her clit with smooth, firm passes of his tongue. Meanwhile, his fingers moved in a curled position, as if motioning with a "come here" gesture. It caused her to began panting and whining in an adorably effeminate way. Her paws quickly moved to the backside of his head, pulling his face towards her body. Miyu's eyes shut tightly and her breathing became somewhat ragged. "Jules... just like that, baby," she murmured to him. "Don't you dare stop!"
He responded by increasing the pace of his licking in combination of his firm touch within her. His fingers were coated with a subtly scented cream that tantalized his senses. Jules' heart pounded in his chest with anticipation of what the night would bring. She pleaded for more with a tone that seemed to beg, titillating his masculine ego. His warm breath on her vibrant pink flesh was beyond sensual, while his tongue and fingers assaulted her defenses. As he worked with her, molding her pleasure like clay in his skilled hands, she began to relax emotionally. Before long, she allowed herself to ease into her first climatic release of the night - a promise of what was to come for them both as a couple.
Miyu cried out with a guttural plea to announce her sensational dance with ecstasy. Rich, sugary tasting cream coated her, dousing his fingers with the nectar until it dripped from his knuckles, collecting on the white sheets beneath her. She ran her paws down from his head to grip at his shoulders. She began to pull, trying to draw him upon her.
With a lick of his lips, Jules began to run tender kisses up over her tummy, slowly moving forward in a teasing way. She drew her thighs wider apart to receive him and hooked her paws beneath his arms, tugging at his torso with need and desire to make love to him. As he moved over her, she reached her arms around his neck and encircled his waist within the confines of her trembling legs. "Please," she murmured in a coy, submissive voice.
His lips collided with hers in a passion-bruised kiss. As she drew him to her form until their bodies were flush together, he parted his lips to deepen the joining - his lips meshing firmly to her own. His fully swollen girth impaled her, parting those folds to accept his entrance from tip to hilt. She cried out in bliss and locked her ankles at the small of his back. The emotional rush brought her to yet another climatic sensation, her body wracked with intense physical waves of the earth-shattering orgasm.
The lynx became emotionally high from the endorphins. Her legs slid down, hooking behind his thighs and locking into place. Her paws moved down, grasping firmly his toned rump, pulling him into her with every thrust he offered. She arched her back, bucking upwards to meet him each time. She panted in cadence to the age-old rhythm, deliriously needful of him and for the consistent way in which he plowed into her body over and over. The two lovers writhed as one entity, fully engrossed in their intimate connection.
Sweat glistened on his forehead and matted her fur down. She couldn't think of anything else - their present veracity, their state of being, was all that existed. The rest of the universe faded away as if they were the only two beings in the entire world. The Japanese hotel disappeared from her view; her mind barely registered the existence of the mattress. Every inch of her body surged with life and pleasure and energy.
She bore down on him, clinching the engorged flesh and bulbous tip buried within her body. Another release caused her to instinctively create a grip-and-release sensation, as if milking his pulsing cock. She reveled in the delight of the way he railed her athletic form, driving her into the bed.
Firm and commanding, Jules pistoned her body yet each deeply penetrating thrust was erotically passionate. His touch upon her was sensual yet his body language was delivering the firm powerful strokes that she yearned for. The incredible velvet-like chamber squeezed and enveloped him deliciously. Her flesh begged to be plundered and he drove himself within her until the tip grinded against her cervix with each push.
It was then that he called out in bliss and rapture. She felt the thick ropes of honey geyser within her, coating her inner walls. She could feel herself painted with his seed from the inside and reveled in it. Their bodies continued to move in harmony with one another, throughout the remainder of their combined release. His hands went to her hips, gripping them lustfully - the sensuality, mixed with the firm way in which he controlled her with his touch brought her an ardently powerful feeling of completion. What little was left in her bubble of a world washed away, leaving only peace and deep relaxation. All that remained was her steady heartbeat and steady panting.
His form came to a state of rest, lying upon her in silence. His mind and his body were purified and sated by the satisfyingly intense session of lovemaking. The world around him cleared and everything felt surreal. Lightheaded, he clung to her unable to feel even the moisture of sweat. Everything disappeared and the only thing that mattered to him was that she was in his arms. For now, life paused around them; they were one.
x-
"Wow." The word sounded far away. Sensations began to creep into his consciousness. Cool air assaulted his exposed backside while he snuggled into the soft warmth beneath his form. His eyes fluttered, retreating back into the ethereal embrace of Morpheus' sands.
A warm breath against his neck caused him to stir again. In the cloudy distance, he heard something melodic... a murmur of vocal beauty. He recognized it to some subconscious level and his thoughts and dreams turned to Miyu Lynx. He'd caught feelings and the image of her in his mind brought him a sense of peace and happiness. He was a warrior, but her presence quelled him and brought rest and peace to his heart. Again, her voice caressed his ear but it sounded distant. "I've never felt this way before." The testament of her words and tone pleased him.
"Mmm," he murmured against her neck, resting his face against a pillow adjacent to hers. "J'taime." A moment passed and he began to sink back into slumber from the comfortable surroundings...
Rather suddenly, he awoke with a start from the feeling of moister in his ear. Still face down, he pushed up with his arms, startled. His left hand went to his left ear, rubbing the wetness away. Feminine tittering filled the immediate area. He brought his hand to his face and rubbed at his eyes. He opened them, looking down into the twin sapphire pools or mirth. He could practically see his own stupefied expression in her oceanic irises. He was still atop of her and they were still joined by the natural blood flow of what most men dubbed 'morning wood.' He began to feel wetness between their bodies - a light sweat between their chests and a mixture of juices where they were joined together below the hips.
"That was a nice way to wake up," she murmured to him with a seductive sounding coo.
It was then that he realized... he'd had a wet dream about her... and he'd grinded himself against her over the past half an hour until they both reached release - his more from nocturnal emissions than anything else. His head cut to the side, looking at an alarm clock on the nightstand. It read eight forty-five in the morning. "Whoa!" He gently dislodged himself from her and rolled onto his back adjacent to her. He felt sexually sated and emotionally satisfied and, in her own way, she glowed to a similar tune, having just enjoyed a slow, sensual lovemaking that he'd offered during his unconscious state. He shook his head to try and get at himself.
"That was really nice," she sighed with a smile. "It was slow and gentle and you touched me all over as if you were exploring me. That... I could definitely get used to that, Jules."
"I... guess you feel so natural beneath me that I..."
She smiled, placing a fingertip against his lips. "I know; you were asleep but when I felt you hard against me... I was soaked instantly. I reached down, angled you in... and it was very slow and gentle. You really took your time; I got off repeatedly, again. You were kissing the side of my neck... nibbling. God, I need to wake up that way more often."
"I was atop of you all night?" he asked, a grin forming at the corner of his lips.
"Yes, you were my blanket. You weren't cold were you? I tried to keep my arms and legs around you as best as possible. That was the most peaceful I've rested in... forever. Then, a little while ago, I felt something hard and warm against my crotch. I pushed up against it and I woke up to find you grinding against me... that was hot, Jules. I whispered some dirty things to you but didn't get a response. I thought most military people sleep lightly?"
"Usually I do," he admitted. "I didn't mean to sleep through it."
"Don't apologize," she replied with a devious grin. "That was amazing. You gave me the two best orgasms in a row, back to back. Incidentally, what does 'j'taime' mean?"
He blinked at her, easing up onto an elbow. "I said that, chère?"
"Yes - I'm going to have to learn some French words, huh? So what does it mean?"
"If I tell you... you're not going to shove me off the bed, right? Promise?"
She raised her brows but grinned. "I promise. What does it mean?" she prompted in a goading voice.
"It means... I love you."
Their eyes met. Silence. After a moment, she reached for him and gently hugged him to herself. She knew it was too early to say such things but the fact that he said it in his sleep was sweet and innocent. They held one another for a bit, nuzzling without a word. After awhile, she whispered into his ear. "I got butterflies in my tummy hearing you say those words, just now. I know it's too early to say them but... it was nice to hear them. It felt good inside. I feel like my heart skipped a beat. Let's save it for now... it's a very special and meaningful phrase and, from what I understand, it has a sort of magic about it here on Earth as well. You really make me happy, Jules." Her whiskers lay back along her muzzle and she gently kissed the side of his face. "I feel like a brand new woman. Last night was amazing. This morning was incredible. I've never felt peaceful like this after sex ...until now. I know that means something." She took his head in her paws and leaned back so that their eyes met. "I won't say it yet... it's too soon. But I want you to know... with the way my heart is pounding all of a sudden... it's obvious that I feel the same way."
The two lovers shared a kiss. A short moment passed then she spoke again, muffled against his lips. "How about breakfast?"
With the mere mention of food, his stomach growled. A lame grin crossed his features and he nodded, his lips brushing over hers. "That sounds perfect. You stay here - I'll go downstairs and make a tray." He lifted his head, gazing into her gorgeous azure orbs again. "Tu as de beaux yeux."
"Whatever it is that you're saying, it's sweet to hear you say it in such a way, Jules." She drew her paws from his cheeks and relaxed back into the mattress and pillow. "Breakfast in bed - why do you make me feel so special? When I'm with you, I feel like I'm the only girl in the world."
This time, he cupped her face and smiled. "Je me sens à l'aise avec toi, m'chatte." A pause, then he tilted his head. "I feel at ease with you, my kitten." He leaned forward and kissed her semi-moistened nose. "I'll be right back." He then slid out of bed and went for his clothing.
Jules dressed himself then stretched. He headed for the door that lead out into the rest of the hotel suite. Before stepping through the doorway, he peered back over his shoulder and smiled at her. "Oh, and what I said earlier..." The pilot offered her a Cheshire smile. "I said you have beautiful eyes. You know, it was nice to wake up inside you, chérie. I dreamt of us - dans mes rêves du paradis on marche main a main. I'll be back shortly."
Miyu kissed her palm then extended her paw outward and blew softly across the velvet-soft padding. "Hurry back... and do you really like my eyes?"
He nodded. "J'aime ton yeux." He closed the bedroom door behind himself.
A moment later, she heard the door leading out to the hotel hallway open then shut. Miyu flopped back into her pillow, grabbing at the second one adjacent to her head. She pulled the fluffy object into her arms, drawing it tightly to her chest. She buried her face into the second pillow then squealed in delight, her voice muffled to a reasonable volume. She kicked her legs boisterously then flopped back on the bed, glad to have gotten that out of her system.
x-
Jules Lenis Guillot and Miyu Lynx - night on the Great Fox...
The hallways of the Great Fox were dim to simulate night. "And this is the bridge. It doesn't have as many buttons and consoles as the engine room but there's no real need for a computer for each ship function, either." She waved her paw about. There were several places to sit, a large monitor at the front of the room and two consoles. A laptop-like computer was attached to a retracted arm on the side of the 'Captain's' chair. In the middle of the room there was an odd looking contraption in the deck. A matching metal gadget was in the ceiling directly above its twin.
"Wha's that, chère?"
Miyu shrugged as though it was nothing important. "Holographic emitter for visual communications. Once in a while, Peppy uses it to display topographical holograms to discuss terrain for ground-based missions. He's a hobbyist mapmaker. So anyway," she said, waving her paws outwards. "That's the whole ship in a nutshell. Now to show you the living quarters. I was sharing a room with Fay due to constrained space but it never became an issue. We only had to share for a short time before the United States Government gave us The Ranch."
Gambit sat down on the important-looking chair with the retracted mechanical arm and personal computer. He patted his knee and smiled at the lynx. She replied with a grin and sauntered towards him. The feline slid onto his lap and placed her paws on his shoulders. "What's on your mind, flyboy?"
"Your piloting android," said Jules. "I wouldn't want him telling on us if I kissed you on the bridge."
A sly grin tugged at the corner of her muzzle. "He's charging in a room closer to the crew's quarters." She sat on his knees, sidesaddle and leaned close to him.
The human pilot placed his hands upon her waist and drew her body closer then he lifted his head until his lips met with hers. The lynx's soft feline lips pursed together, pressing against his human tiers. Her whiskers drew back along her muzzle and her ears lowered. Her tongue eased forward.
Jules' captured her tongue again reminded how differently it was from an Earth feline... it wasn't sand-papery or overly coarse. He began to suckle softly on her tongue and in response she lifted her paws to cup either side of his face. His kiss was firm and demanding yet it showed her that he had a needy side and she was immediately turned on by it.
((Write a foreplay scene that goes further in depth than the last scene.))
Miyu shuddered. She lifted her eyes, gazing up at him to gauge the expression on her lover's face. She lowered her head one last time, drawing in the human's manhood, until the bulbous mushroom tip gently eased passed her uvula. The confines of her throat clung to him and she purposefully swallowed just to create a teasing sensation around his cock-tip. She felt him squirm from the pleasure of deep-throating oral sex. Carefully, the lynx lifted her head from his crotch, slow so as not to gag herself. She then looked up and offered him a coy doe-like gaze.
Jules reached for her, sliding his hands beneath her arms. He guided her up into the chair. The feline moved towards her love. She placed her knees on either side of his hips, pressed against the plastic-molded inner curvature of the armrests. She could think of more comfortable places to make love but the environment was secretly a major turn on to her. She settled on his lap, looking down at him. Miyu brought her paws to either side of her breast and drew them apart. She then leaned forward, pressing them against either side of his face.
He captured one of the pink nubs between his lips and began to suckle but his hands slid around her hips so that he could grasp her athletic, toned rump. He then drew her body down against his until he could feel her moistened slit brush against his fully engorged cock. It turned him on even more to hear her whine softly from the teasing.
She grinded her body down against his lap but kept her breasts pressed against his face. His tongue flickered over her pert cherry-like buds of flesh and it caused her to flinch from the sheer pleasure of the sensation. She began to rock her hips back and forth, trying to line up her wet little entrance with his firm, hard erection.
The soft human hands on her ass slid downwards, over the backside of her thighs. He used his fingers to spread her butt cheeks, in turn causing the flesh folds of her pussy to widen. He then lifted his hips while guiding hers downwards. All at once, the saliva-slickened arousal sank into her heat, stretching the walls of her wet chamber. She cried out in delight, lowering herself upon him, taking him deeply into her sensationally tight velvet sleeve. She felt the girth of his human manhood grind against her g-spot and it was intense. Her hips lifted quickly then she drove herself back down, impaling her body with his pulsing, thick cock. She felt him sensationally deep, grinding against her cervix. Miyu repeated the downward thrust, taking him in again and again, working herself into a frenzy of need and pleasure.
Her paws lowered, coming to support herself by gripping the armrests. She used them to balance her body weight, driving her toned form down on his lap with deliciously needful abandon. Her human lover lifted his head and she capitalized on it by lowered hers and looking down into his eyes. She then kissed him with an intensity and fervor that was all consuming. Miyu continued to ride him into the bridge control seat, slamming her lush little pussy down upon him wildly. She tasted his tongue again and it was glorious.
Her heart raced. Her knees ached from being grinded against the armrest brace plate. Euphoria clouded her, masking the discomfort in her knees. She bucked like a wild bronco, slamming herself down upon him over and over again. With every downward thrust, his hips lifted, meeting her body by driving himself up into her.
x-