June Lewd - Don't do that in front of the Super Space Team!

Kishn’lahn clapped Vincento Cerroni on the back just after he’d ‘birthed’ himself from the vent. The human nodded his thanks as he ran a hand through his short black hair; the latter was now drenched in sweat and stuck out at all angles. His light-olive complexion was streaked with whatever bits of grease and detritus which had become trapped in the HVAC system over the centuries the starport had been in operation.

The Jornissian grinned as her hood rose. “[Well done! That saved us from tearing through three walls.]”

“[Still a miserable effin’ job.]” The mild near-curse made Vincento look around reflexively to make sure his nonnina was nowhere in earshot. She wasn’t even in the same city as him and yet he still feared her wrath.

“[What do you say to a beer?]”

Vincento looked down at himself and grimaced. His gray coveralls had protected him from scrapes during his ventscapade, but now he felt like a boil-in-the-bag dinner left on the stove for far too long. “How about tomorrow, Kish? I need to go and shower.”

“[Certainly! See you then.]”

“Sure thing.” Vincento walked off and wished that this bright sunny day would have a breeze to cool him off. He was no stranger to hard work; his clan was proud of their Napoli roots, but they were also very Catholic. Which in turn explained his tons of siblings, his free-floating sense of vague guilt, and his first-class work ethic. In spite of the last, he was glad to put this odious task behind him.

He was so exhausted and in his own world that he managed to walk right into someone on the way to his small dormitory room. Jornissians designed the layout of the Sn’llanfhah-Six Starport, so its central outdoor campus consisted of a multilevel, endlessly intersecting maze of ramps. It was easy to get lost if you didn’t pay attention, and right now he wanted to get to his cubicle shower in the worst way possible.

A Jornissian wriggled up a ramp which stuck out at an acute angle from an intersection ahead of him. The alien wore a baggy green hoodie which covered most of their head and body, and they held a holomap of the facility in one hand. Vincento caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of his eye, realizing too late that they were distracted by their map-reading and moving just a littlefast. The two collided with a mutual “oof!”. Even though the other was small and slender for a Jornissian, Vincento still bounced off of them with a yelp. The Jornissian let out a hiss of surprise as the impact caused a satchel to fall off of their shoulder.

“Crap!” Vincento exclaimed, then after another guilty glance around turned back to the Jornissian. “I’m so sorry…”

He trailed off. The Jornissian’s nose was just visible and covered with scales of a bright blue color he knew very well. He could just make out a pair of shining golden eyes within the depths of their cowl, eyes now widening as they stared at him. She reached up and pushed back her cowl, revealing a slim hood of the same neon-blue; a mottled black patterning spiderwebbed across the back of her hood, making her bright primary color stand out more. The pair regarded each other in silence for a long moment, a silence finally broken by Vincento.

“Essie?”

“[Vinny?]” she replied in wonderment. “[It is you!]”

E’snarn’atmnth was still as pretty as he remembered, although much larger than the last time he’d seen her. Her tongue blepped out as she scented him, and she let out a laughing hiss. “[Are you well? You smell like you’ve just run twenty miles.]”

Vincento grinned ruefully as he looked down at his rumpled appearance. “More like crawled through a half-mile of ducting. I’m working here as a repairman…sorry, ‘Starport Maintenance Engineer Level Ten’. Are you heading up or coming down?”

“[Coming down. It’s my third year in Madame Tsssn’snathn’s dance school. I’m on semester break.]”

“Going to visit your folks?”

She nodded her hood, then her eyes dipped to the side. “[I was actually heading to the admin office to look you up and see if you wanted to get some coffee.]”

Even though Sn’llanfhah-Six was a Jornissian colony, it now held enough of a human population for popular Earth fare to be readily available. The chance to catch up with a childhood friend was tempting, in spite of his wretched state.

Thanks to his aforementioned Catholic upbringing, Vincento was put to work at the age of twelve. That mostly meant working in the family business of custom cabinetry, but he did supplement that with babysitting gigs. Fortunately, the Cerronis were good friends with the ‘Atmnths, a nearby Jornissian couple who hired Vincento’s services about once a week. Their clutch was five years old and well past their ‘bitey’ phase, but the ‘Atmnths still didn’t want the snakelets getting into mischief. They thought that a twelve-year-old human would be able to handle six kids at once.

The first attempt ended in near-disaster as the siblings promptly dog-piled Vincento to absorb all of the wonderful body heat emanating from their new minder. But he persisted in spite of the bruising, and within a few months he’d become adept at dodging or wrestling away from the little heat-thieves in spite of each of them being almost his size.

After a while, it became less a matter of him coming over to keep an eye on the mischievous young sneks and more of him coming over to hang out with them.  E’snarn, in particular, took a real shine to him…and he to her, if he was honest. After he’d weaned the clutch off of ‘Super Space Team’, they all then spent hours watching ‘Tales of Hrathra'sstah’, a series which was very very oh so very loosely based upon the exploits of a famous real-world Jornissian archeologist. The seven friends wasted many hours discussing what would happen after the latest cliffhanger or plot twist.

Eventually they went their separate ways, as many childhood friends do. Vincento went off to technical school and eventually landed a well-paying job at the starport. That, in turn, triggered some serious wailing and gnashing of teeth from his grandparents because he’d have to move away.

His musing cut short as E’snarn’atmnth brought her eyes up to him again. “[Wouldyou like to have some coffee? I was going to stay here for a couple of days and see the sights of the city before catching the shuttle back home.]”

Vincento nearly took a rain check for the sake of a hot shower. But seeing Essie again reawakened some long-dormant memories of happy times with his best friend. “Sure! We should probably find a place with outdoor seating, though. Wouldn’t do to knock out the other patrons with my stankiness.”

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E’snarn’atmnth coiled up across from [Vincento] as she contained her impulse to wriggle with delight. Her childhood crush sat across from her as he sipped from far too small of a cup. He’d grown a bit taller than the last time she’d seen him. The warmcuddle had also acquired a set of broad shoulders and a solid-looking physique.

She’d grown even larger, of course…but not as much as she would’ve liked; for a Jornissian she was very much on the small-and-slender side of the bell curve.

“<So do they have you doing that a lot?>” she asked. “<Crawling through vents, I mean.>”

Vinny rolled his eyes. “[More than I’d like. But hey, it pays well. That’s thanks to my size, plus having little dexterous hands.]” He twiddled his fingers to demonstrate. “[It’s why I’ve made it to level ten after only two years. I think the money is the only reason my nonnina doesn’t show up and kidnap me.]”

E’snarn’atmnth smiled. “<How is your grandmother?>”

“[Still as feisty as ever. When Harsak-who-devours-the-dead shows up to claim her, he’s gonna have one [hell] of a fight on his hands.]”

“<Ha! I remember when you invited us over for dinner. I still haven’t figured out how she produced all of that delicious food. I could barely move afterwards.>” The memory came with a little pang. That was the day she’d realized that she had fallen for Vinny. It could never work, of course. Apart from the species difference, he was so much older than her!

But come to think of it, it was only [seven years] difference in age. To a child that seems an eternity, but now it didn’t seem so vast a chasm. She blushed green as she realized Vinny had just asked her something.

“<Sorry, what was that? I was stuck in nostalgia mode there.>”

“[No worries. I was asking how your dance training is going.]”

“<It’s hard, but I love it. Even if Madame Tsssn’snathn is a bit of a slave-driver.>”

Vinny leaned back with a little pained grunt. “[Oof. I’m gonna be so dang sore. I remember you were always interested in dance. What made you choose Jornissian zero-g ballet?]”

E’snarn’atmnth shrugged her hood. “<It’s one of the most difficult dance styles to master, and I like a challenge. Plus I’m small and skinny, which is an advantage for zero-g ballet.>”

He took a sip of coffee while he made air quotes with his free hand. “[‘Small’. Riiiight. When I left you were maybe a [couple of feet] longer than I’m tall. I’m guessing you had a growth spurt.]” He looked over her much longer body and winked as he said the last.

She blushed green again. “<Yes, I did. But it wasn’t that dramatic. For a Jornissian, I’m still considered petite.>”

Vinny chuckled. “[Good thing you didn’t go into engineering. They’d have shoved you into the vents right alongside me.]”

That minor joke brought up a vision in E’snarn’atmnth’s mind, of her trapped in a tight space with Vinny’s smaller body pressed up against her, his sweat covering them both…

The Jornissian took a gulp of coffee as she knew, with some despair, that her crush on Vinny had never gone away, only subsided. She told herself to pull her hood in; the warmcuddle was her friend, but surely he didn’t see her as anything more than that.

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Vincento was glad to see he could still make Essie blush. She sat coiled up across from him, politely keeping her head at his level, but even with the baggy hoodie covering her he could still tell she was now a lot longer. But then he realized that her shoulders were ‘only’ as wide as his own, rare for a Jornissian. As to the rest of her shape, he found that difficult to discern due to her concealing garment.

As they continued chatting, Vincento also began to realize that he had a thing for larger women.

He was big for a human, decent-looking, and fit thanks to lots of manual labor. Because of all three facts Vincento had received lots of interest from the human ladies either working in or passing through the starport. He’d studiously avoided any passes from the former; as his gruff nonno had told him long ago, ‘Ya don’t shit where ya eat!’. His grandfather’s cursing had earned the old man a whack from his wife, but the message stuck. As to the latter, Vincento had indulged in a couple of one-night stands but nothing serious resulted from them. But now his mind started fantasizing about Essie springing across the table, wrapping him in her coils and…

It was his turn to blush as she snapped her fingers in front of him. “[Hello? Am I boring you?]” Her smile took the sting out of her words.

“Nah, just remembering old times.” He sat up and told himself to stop being an idiot. After another long and pleasant round of chatting, Vincento realized that he absolutely had to go take a shower or he’d be classified as a biological weapon. But he didn’t want to just run off either. Then a happy compromise came to mind.

“I really need to shower,” he said. “Are you staying at the starport hotel?”

“[Yes, it seemed the easiest.]”

“What would you say to dinner in a couple of hours?”

Essie clasped her hands together and grinned inhumanly wide. “[I’d love to! Um, do you know a good local restaurant?]”

“I know a few. How fancy do you want to get?”

She dipped one side of her hood in a Jornissian wink. “[With you? As fancy as you like.]”

That was definitely a hint. Vincento took a deep breath and considered the state of his bank account. “In that case, let’s go with Nessie’s…oh wait, do you have formal wear?”

She hefted up her satchel. “[I should be able to make do and if not, I’ll have something fabbed.]”

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Vincento gave silent thanks that he’d found employment dirtside, which meant he could just let the hot water run as he turned carefully in his narrow shower. He scrubbed well, making sure to wash away any trace of grime or sweat. After all, he wanted to smell good for Essie.

That thought then brought up many others. Was he reading too much into her body language? Did she really want this to go further? For that matter, did he? The only issue that made him reluctant was the age difference. Seven years might not be that much among adults. But he’d been a pseudo-authority figure when she was a kid. Maybe this was just some weird fantasy of hers.

He turned off the shower, and as he folded himself out of his tiny bathroom he stood up straighter in determination. He’d go forward and just see how things turned out. If nothing else, at least he’d get to have a nice dinner with a good friend.

Although now, as he regarded his current wardrobe, Vincento realized he might have bitten off more than he could chew. He had some decent clothes, but nothing appropriate for the rarefied atmosphere of Nssnnan’s (AKA Nessie’s). He checked the time on his implant; he had about ninety minutes to come up with something to wear.

Vincento turned on his terminal in a mild panic, then performed a quick search. There was a nearby shop which offered fabbed-on-demand human fashions, and better yet they delivered. The only thing he had to do was use his terminal’s camera to take his measurements.

A fair bit of frantic searching followed, one in which Vincento started to feel as if he was drowning in options. But then, after twenty minutes, he finally fell upon a style and color that he knew would look good on him. Vincento winced when he saw the price of a rush-job, but he’d built up some healthy savings and figured this was a good use for them.

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E’snarn’atmnth looked down along her naked body and slumped. This whole effort was ridiculous; she must have misread [Vincento’s] body language. From what she’d read on warmcuddle sexuality, their men (and some women) had an obsession with mammary glands. She was a warm-climate Jornissian and didn’t even have fat deposits on her chest; how was she supposed to compete with someone who had tits?

She then looked up into her hotel suite’s mirror and turned to regard her slim profile. Maybe she could get away with padding her dress? No, that was an equally ridiculous notion. If things went as she hoped, her deception would be readily discovered.

Then she remembered Madame Tsssn’snathn’s words to her when she’d suffered a bout of stage fright just before a recital. It was one of the few times the old [battle-axe] had shown her any kindness.

You are the best dancer in this class. Now go out there as if you’re Nressre reincarnated.

As those words echoed in her head, E’snarn’atmnth’s hood flared out in determination. She just had to find the right dress to show off her other assets. With that sorted, she checked her implant for any nearby clothing stores which could perform rush fabbing.

She found one, to her great relief. After a few [minutes] of searching, her eyes lit upon the perfect dress for the evening.

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Vincento tapped a finger on the table nervously as he glanced around the softly-lit restaurant, filled with the murmuring conversations of his fellow diners. Everything around him was designed with quiet luxury in mind, from the fabric-covered walls to the plush ‘dining pits’ for Jornissians to curl up in. Each ‘pit’ held a dark wooden table in the center. Unfortunately, its height meant that its top would be even with Vincento’s chin if he sat normally. Fortunately, “Nssnnan’s” had enough human clientele that they had some cushions at the ready to boost him to a proper height. Unfortunately-unfortunately, the resulting perch made Vincento feel a little ridiculous.

At least his suit fit well. Navy-blue synthwool formed the jacket and pants; Vincento hated ties, and thus he’d opted for a Nehru collar for his white shirt. He resisted the urge to tug at the latter. In fear of being late, he’d wound up instead about fifteen minutes early for their…date? Reunion? Whatever the hell this was. He just hoped he hadn’t gone overboard on the formality of his outfit. If Essie showed up in something more casual, he was going to feel stupid.

A soft murmuring started near the restaurant entrance and started spreading its way towards his table. Vincento caught a glimpse of a blue-scaled hood behind one of the tables, and stood up off of his booster cushions as E’snarn’atmnth and her escort turned the corner. The maître d’ stepped aside, and he saw her fully for the first time.

He breathed out a silent ‘wow’.

Essie’s scales sparkled like neon-blue skybursts in the muted overhead lighting. Her dress was an equally vibrant red, made of some sheer silken fabric which clung to her body. It left nothing to the imagination, showing every contour of her lithe, athletic frame. He could do nothing but stare at her as she gracefully glissaded her way down into the dining pit. Vincento managed not to stumble as he walked over to her side.

Out of his peripheral vision he could see many diners staring, their food paused halfway to their mouths. Somebody, somewhere, dropped a fork with a clatter which resounded through the silent dining room.

“[I take it you approve?]” she asked with a smile as she held out her hand.

Vincento took the proffered hand. “Ohhh, yes. It’s just like the one [Hrathra'sstah] wore when she was dining with the Dorarizin spy in episode nineteen. As I recall he responded thus.” He gently kissed the back of her hand and decided to go for broke. “If you don’t mind me saying, it looks even better on you than on her.” He didn’t miss her full-body wriggle of delight as he released her hand. After that the silence ceased as everyone went back to their meals.

The dinner went swimmingly; the staff was polite and mostly invisible, and the food was uniformly excellent. They shared a bottle of equally delicious wine, a Jornissian vintage which wouldn’t poison him. Vincento half-expected some awkward pauses in the conversation, but instead everything flowed naturally as they caught up on old acquaintances and their related gossip. Best of all, the bill didn’t break his bank account. Although some of that was due to Essie insisting on paying half.

It wasn’t until he stood up that Vincento realized how much the wine had affected him. He wasn’t drunk, but he was certainly tipsy. Thus, when Essie offered to have a ‘nightcap’ back at her hotel room he accepted without thinking twice about it.

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Two voices sang out along the lamp-lit street. Any listener would know that the pair were well into their cups.

“<…THEY COME TO MAKE EVIL PAY!>”

“[THEY COME TO SAVE THE DAY!]”

Then both voices chorused the ending.

“<[THE SUPER SPACE TEAM, HOORAY!]>”

[Vincento] and E’snarn’atmnth broke up in laughter. She gently hugged her friend to her side as they sauntered along. “<You had such patience, to put up with us kids and our viewing habits. We must have watched that entire series ten times.>”

The warmcuddle shrugged. “[Eh, after the fourth run-through I just gave in and embraced the cheese. Did you hear that they’re doing a remake?]”

“<What? You’re kidding me!>”

“[Nope. It’s going to [stink on ice].]”

“<Of course it will. Remakes always stink.>” She stopped in front of the glass slab of the hotel. “<Well, this is it.>” Her heart started pounding as she turned to Vinny. “<You know, you don’t have to come in if you don’t want to…>”

He laid a finger on the tip of her snout, and the warm contact silenced her. “[I’ve had a wonderful evening, [Essie]. I admit, I felt a little weird at first about the notion of…you know. But I want this. Unless I’ve totally misread this and you are just inviting me in for a drink.]”

Her eyes narrowed to predatory slits. “<Oh, no. Come on in, mister. I have something better than a drink in mind...>”

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Vincento glanced around Essie’s suite as they entered. The main room was bigger than expected, with a giant bowl-shaped depression lined with padding taking up most of the space. He couldn’t help but stare at the Jornissian-style bed and wonder just what he’d signed himself up for.

“[Hey,]” purred Essie from a door leading out of the bedroom. Vincento looked over and saw her crook a blue-tinged finger at him, beckoning him towards her. He obeyed as he felt his pulse quicken; her gold gaze now held nothing but lust. As he reached the doorway, he half expected her to tear his clothes off. Instead, she placed a gentle palm against his chest.

“[Stay right there, and don’t step into this room.]” The space behind her was spartan; the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in neutral beige padding lit with indirect lamps. Essie turned and slithered into the middle of the room. “[I chose this suite because it has a zero-g bedchamber, just in case I found it hard to sleep under gravity.]”

Vincento wrinkled his forehead in puzzlement. “Wait, doesn’t the station have artificial gravity?”

“[They do. Madame [Tsssn’snathn] has us use double-strength AG for half the time to make us stronger. As for the other half, we sleep and move about in zero-g so that we can get used to dancing while weightless.]” She turned to face him, a beautiful vision in blue and red. “[Vinny…would you like to see me dance?]”

“O..of course,” he stuttered.

Essie raised her head to address the room. “[Computer, dim lights to fifty percent and ramp gravity to zero.]” The lighting dimmed, making her scales sparkle all the more. At first nothing else seemed to have happened, but then she gave the merest press with her tail-tip and floated serenely up into the center of the room with her arms outstretched. With inhuman grace, her coiled body expanded around her and formed a spherical cage with her torso in the center.

Vincento stared in amazement as she began coiling her long body, roiling over and around herself in endless loops of slow, powerful movements. Her arms stretched over her head, and the motion emphasized the slender yet defined musculature of her torso. He could make out still more whipcord-like muscles making their way all along her tail. She might be slender but she was oh so strong, strong enough to coil around him in an unbreakable grasp.

As if reading his mind, E’snarn’atmnth began to strip.

He didn’t realize it at first, entranced as he was with her dancing. But then his breath caught in his throat as he saw that red dress start to inch itself up her body. Somehow she was doing this without her hands, using only her body movements alone. He stared with laser focus at the dress’s hem as it crept up, and up, and up…

Vincento almost gasped as E’snarn’atmnth’s sex came into view. It was a lighter blue, a three-lobed flower of scales forming an upside-down triangle right at the level of her narrow ‘hips’. He gaped in lustful amazement as her dress slid higher to reveal her chest. Bare, of course. Essie had defined pectoral muscles, but no extraneous fat or mammary glands. Somehow that made her seem more exotic, more inhuman, and even more desirable to him.

With a final flip of Essie’s upper body, the silky red garment floated free of her. She slowed and stopped her looping dance, floating majestically in the center of the room with her sparkling blue and completely nude body on display.

“[Computer, ramp gravity to normal.]”

Essie drifted back to the floor with a dignified set to her hood and shoulders. The naked Jornissian sinuously moved forward, pausing at Vincento’s shoulder long enough to put one hand under his chin to close his still-gawping mouth with an audible click. Then she slithered past him without another glance.

He turned as he tried to catch his breath. E’snarn’atmnth lay splayed out across the bed-hollow, her hood casually propped up on one arm as she faced him with a haughty expression. She looked like a lounging goddess ready to receive a worshipful subject. Then she smiled, and was once more his oldest friend.

“[I’d say one of us is overdressed, hmm?]”

Vincento left a trail of expensive clothing behind him as he made his way to the bed. She held up a hand as he made ready to pull off his briefs.

“[No. I will do that.]”

He sat on the edge of the shallow pit with shaking legs. “As you wish, Essie. That was amazing.”

“[Why thank you! Now lie down here.]” She patted the cushions next to her.

Vincento slid down and beside Essie. She reached for him and clasped his head in between her hands. After a brief hesitation, she brought her lips to meet his. The kiss remained chaste for all of ten seconds before he felt something moist bump against his mouth. He opened his mouth and a bifurcated length of powerful muscle made its way in with slow but unstoppable force.

His own punier tongue danced around Essie’s as she rolled herself half on top of him. As more of her long tongue entered him, Vincento felt a tug on the waistband of his briefs. She used that grip to inch his underwear off, all the while keeping him pinned down by that wonderful, invasive kiss.

After she’d stripped him nude, she broke the kiss with a wet smack. “[Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of doing this?]” she whispered.

“I can guess,” he replied with a smile. Then he reddened with embarrassment as she turned to look down at his groin. He was already at half-mast, and as she stroked a careful finger up his cock’s underside it grew even more. “I know it’s a little small in comparison…”

“[It’s beautiful,]” she declared. Then she leaned down and used that wonderfully long tongue to give his cock-head a tentative lick. Vincento shuddered at the sensation, which earned a chuckle from Essie. “[Want me to keep going?]”

“Not yet. Roll over, please.”

She laughed again. “[Please? You’re such a gentleman.]” But she did to as instructed, watching curiously as Vincento clambered on top of her. He wriggled his way up to her chest and kissed her scales, right where the sternum would be on a human.

Essie’s hood flared out in pleasure. “[Hmmm, so warm…]” Then her hood scrunched in again in worry as she stroked her hand alongside his face. “[You…you don’t mind I don’t have any more there? [Tits], I mean.]”

Vincento smiled up at her. “Essie, are you a mammal?”

“[…not last I checked?]”

“Then you don’t need breasts. You are beautiful just like this.” For emphasis he placed a pair of kisses, one over each of her pectorals. Then he began working downward, peppering her scaly stomach with more kisses until he reached his goal.

With reverence he stroked the scales of her tri-lobed sex, causing her to shudder and arch her back up off the cushions. Thus encouraged, he carefully parted the scales and saw a hint of cream-colored flesh within. He gave her a hearty lick, reveling in the contrast between her cool scales and warmer interior.

“[So warm!]” she gasped. Vincento continued to explore her with curious fingers and tongue; her inner juices coated his face as he licked and stroked. Just inside each upper corner of her cunny he found a fleshy bud, each as big as the tip of his index finger. Paying attention to them earned more cries and hisses from Essie.

Her taste was addictive, a wonderful mix of floral and earthy that made him dive in for more. He was so into his work that he didn’t notice her long, slender tail rise behind him as she made ready to strike.

Vincento let out an “EEP!” of surprise as that tail whipped around his torso. With casual strength she lifted him into the air and spun him one-eighty. Then she deposited him back down onto herself, his groin now facing her head and his head still facing her sex.

“[I can’t let you do all the work,]” she said with a smug lilt in her voice. She stroked her hands up the back of his thighs.

He shrugged and reapplied himself to his work, but wondered how this was going to work. His torso was shorter than hers, there was no way she’d be able to reach his…

Vincento gasped into her cunny as he felt her huge, warm tongue coil its way up his cock. He glanced back and saw Essie’s head set at what looked like a neck-snapping angle as she guided his member into her mouth. She saw his look of surprise and cheekily waggled her hood. He’d forgotten how limber Jornissians were.

The room became filled with wet, slurping noises as the lovers worked upon each other. Vincento knew he couldn’t hold out for long; her tongue was just too talented. So he redoubled his efforts, rubbing each of her clits while caressing her channel with his own tongue.

He just about managed it. Vincento moaned and shuddered as he released into her mouth, but didn’t let up on his own oral assault. As she milked the last of his seed out of him, Essie shook as she went through her own climax.

Essie used her tail again to deposit Vincento beside her, then coiled herself around him. He returned the embrace as she tucked his head under her chin. The pair panted for a moment in the afterglow.

“Did you also dream about doing that?” he murmured into her bosom.

“[Sometimes, you little (?error#sn&(error:undefined words)?]”

He pulled away a bit and stared up at her in confusion. “What was that?”

She blushed green. “[Nothing.]”

Vincento arched a suspicious yet amused eyebrow. “Really? Sounds like somebodyhad a pet name for me. One that the translators didn’t catch.”

“[We all called you Vinny, you know that.]”

He poked a finger into her chest. “But what did you call me?”

“[Er…what would be analogous words…does ‘Warmcuddle-Wrigglyhands’ translate?]”

“Wrigglyhands?”

She looked stricken. “[I’m sorry! You were so good at wrestling when I tried to cuddle you!]”

He laughed and kissed her chest. “I’m not mad, Essie. Is that why you had a crush on me?”

E’snarn’atmnth relaxed. “[A minor reason. You were so patient with us, with me. You were never afraid of me like other [human] kids.]” She nuzzled the top of his head. “[And you are so warm, which is a bonus. Now that I’ve confessed, what is it about me that you like?]”

“You mean apart from being drop-dead gorgeous? You’re fun to talk to. I never feel like I’m carrying the conversation on my back. You’re smart and kind. Plus…well, you don’t want to hear that.”

“[Come ooon…]” she crooned teasingly as she coiled around him a little more tightly. “[I’ve opened my heart, now it’s your turn.]”

Vincento blushed. “I like that you’re now bigger than I am. I didn’t know that was a thing with me, but here we are.”

“[Here we are…indeed.]” With lightning speed, her loose coiling around him became more binding as she strapped his arms to his sides. She hovered over his bound body with her arms outstretched like a villain threatening a captive hero. “[Sssso you like the fact that I can have you anytime I wish?]” she demanded, her hissing voice now syrupy with desire.

By now Vincento’s face was beet-red as he lay within her encircling coils. “Um, yeah.”

Her hood flared out, wider than he’d ever seen. “[Excsssellent! I have you at my mercy, sssso I shall now inject you with my mind-control venom! Then you’ll be my sssslave!]” Essie’s jaw unhinged and her mouth gaped wide as a pair of wickedly sharp fangs hinged out and extruded from their pink sheaths in the roof of her mouth. Each fang was the length of his hand and gleamed like aged ivory.

Then those fangs retracted as Essie lunged for his neck. He felt her cool lips nibble at his exposed trapezius. “[Om nom nom nom nom. There. Now you’re mine.]”

Vincento laughed and turned his head as best he could to kiss her cheek. “You got that right.” Essie relaxed her grip and they fell into a mutual hug. After a few lovely minutes of this, Vincento felt his member begin to wake up. Half-consciously he began to grind himself against her smooth, pale-blue belly scales.

Essie let out a purr of approval. “[Ready to go again? Good, so am I.]” She rolled so that she was on top, lowering her long torso between his wide-spread legs. Vincento stroked her face and the edges of her hood, causing her to shudder in pleasure. Then he shuddered in turn as the whip-like tip of her tail wound dexterously around his manhood, aligning him with her cunny as she sank down.

They both gasped as she hilted herself on him. As warm, tight, and wet as Essie’s mouth had been, her alien sex was on another level. Her muscular walls milked Vincento’s cock as she slowly rocked atop him, her dual clits grinding back and forth along each side of his length. Vincento used the leverage from his legs to match her tempo. A timeless, wonderful dance ensued as the two lovers stroked, embraced, and slowly thrust against each other.

Thanks to his earlier climax, Vincento lasted a lot longer this time. At last, he felt Essie pick up the tempo; her hood scrunched in as she bit her lip, her face set in the most adorably intense expression as she rode herself towards her oncoming orgasm.

This time she blew before him. E’snarn’atmnth’s head fell back as she let out a roaring hiss towards the ceiling. Her cunny clamped even tighter and spasmed while the rest of her body shook atop him. Through sheer brute strength, he managed to pull his cock out halfway in spite of its velvet prison and give one final thrust. He felt his hot seed drench her depths while Essie rode out the aftershocks of her own climax.

Vincento wasn’t quite prepared for her to all but collapse on top of him; it was a good thing she was small for a Jornissian. He grunted and wriggled around under her to get himself into a more comfortable position. She slowly coiled herself about him on autopilot, her dazed expression showing that she was still mostly out of it.

Finally, after she’d gotten him all properly tied up next to her torso, she pressed her lips against his forehead. “[I love you, Vinny.]”

He returned the kiss against her neck. “Love you too, Essie.”

“[Gotta sleep now…]” she slurred, just before her hood drooped and her head fell to the cushions.

Vincento was also tired out, and figured that sleeping in Essie’s coils was a better bed than anything else. But he began to doze off, his evil, evil brain decided that now was the perfect time to start peppering himself with questions.

Was this just Essie fulfilling an old fantasy? Was this a serious thing? Did he wantit to be a serious thing? If yes to the last two questions, how would they make this work? When she graduated, she’d be touring all over the galaxy; could he fit into her lifestyle? Did they want to get married? COULD they get married? If yes to the last two questions, then did they want kids? They’d have to adopt, of course, but would they adopt Jornissian or human children…or both? And most important of all, what would his nonnina say when she found out?

Vincento finally told his brain to shut up. Those were all questions for Tomorrow-Vinny. Today-Vinny closed his eyes and drifted off into that deep sleep which is only reserved for the well-fucked.