FROM THE VAULT - Surprise seekrit lewds: Human F/Jornissian M

WELL HOWDY HOWDY~! Y'all probably thought I forgot about this! 

No, no I didn't - but now I'm back at 100%, posting normal smol frequently enough, and am able to get the other patron benefits out now (such as the podcast) and now this, lol. So. 

We have a bit of a rainy-day "lewd" fund, and I'm cracking into it to give y'all a lewd for this month. Voting will also be up and running in a few minutes after this post for next month's lewd. 

Love you all. <3

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Karen fitfully chewed her lower lip as she watched the low resolution, low frame-rate video play out in front of her.

This was a disaster. A nightmare. A travesty. Her life (with the company) was flashing before her eyes. The lawsuits. The settlements. The lawyers. The conversations with lawyers where they ask lots of pointed questions about why she, in SR, didn’t protect the company from this kind of liability.She was pretty sure this might actually wind up moving from civil to criminal court, even. This was a career ruining moment, and it had blasted her in the face early on a Monday morning.

Her nose wrinkled slightly. “Speaking of getting blasted in the face,” she muttered darkly.

She paused the video, freeze framing on the face of cute new sales intern. Open mouthed and winking as a thick rope of . . . well that definitely wasn’t yogurt getting blasted across his face . . . Miko appeared to be enjoying himself. She sighed heavily, before quietly whispering “. . . well, maybe it won’t be criminal? That definitely looks consensual.” A faint hint of optimism entered her voice.

She leaned back in her chair, listening to the quiet creak of furniture with more seniority than her complain softly. With a tap of a button on her desk, the privacy-glass wall engaged, and turning the entire front wall of her office a frosted, milky white.

The twins in IT had forwarded this to her over the weekend. They were doing a routine search of company issued devices for things like viruses, keyloggers, and unauthorized possession of proprietary data, when they apparently found this video on Zrgranza-of-Azgdng’s mobile device. One of them had sent it to her immediately in a message with the subject line “SR Eyes Only.” The only content was “Found on Zrgranza-of-Azgdng’s mobile. This represents an issue.”

Hessren and Hassran had history with Karen, in the sense that when things were going well, all three of them had a lot of time on their hands. “Manipulator appendages,” she corrected herself aloud. Manipulator appendages was the more inclusive term. In between restoring backups and holding diversity awareness seminar’s, she would visit them in their “dungeon” in the data-center. They would watch old holographic programs, argue over the best and worst VR releases, and chat about other admittedly niche hobby activities. When she had slow days, she still needed to find a way to ration out her duties. They had basically automated the entire IT department with a terrifying volume of scripts, so it was frankly necessary for them to spend time away from their desks, not working, to keep all of their performance metrics looking smooth. When they didn’t have free time to hang out, they both tended to swap interesting things they’d found on the net. She’d assumed the video detailing the violation of at least a dozen company policies on fraternization, dress code, and . . . well . . . violation, had just been a something like a cute cat video they wanted to inconspicuously sneak into her inbox over the weekend.

It was not a cute cat video. It was hardcore amateur pornography that had been produced in the office three doors down from hers. She’d watched the video at about 9:00 in the morning, and hadn’t left her office since.

She backed the video up and played it again, plugging in her headphones.

“~Ohh~! Recording it, are you?”

She paused the video, stood up from her desk, and locked her office door.

She jiggled the latch a few times, just to make sure it was locked before sitting back down.

Karen gingerly placed her headphones back on, hands trembling slightly, and pressed ‘play.’

She watched, rapt, as the energetic but seemingly meek boy that had only been an intern for a week took the thick, rippling beaded tool of her office neighbor like a pro. The squeaks, moans, slurps and giggles that filtered through her headset were a lascivious symphony of carnality.

More blood rushed to her face with every passing second of the video, sound taking it from indecent to downright pornographic. It was all so sordid, so filthy, so tawdry. So against company policy, so dangerous for their careers.

God she was jealous.

That lusty twinkle in Miko’s eye, the breathy pant, and deep bass grumble as Zrgranza-of-Azgdng struggled to keep his composure. Her fingers dug into her thighs as she sandwiched them together, writhing uncomfortably in her seat. She wished she was him. It was hell, having to work here. All of the big, strong, powerful predatory aliens constantly looming over her. They were all terrified of her too. She was ‘the human from Sentient Resources.’ She lectured executives on how they had to speak to the coffee-humans, to keep from belittling them or harming them. One report from her could put a career on the fast track to “nowhere important,” and everyone in the company knew it.

They were the apex predators of the galaxy, and they all had to tiptoe around her. And Karen hated it.

She pressed the pause button, cutting off the girlish moans and the bestial panting.

There was no point in denying that it had been a while since she’d had a partner. While this was a sharp reminder, it really wasn’t what was eating at her. It was just so . . . raw. The unabashed desire. The amount of want . . . no, need that it took to do something like this in the office. It was a kind of attraction that she could only dream of someone having for her. These two craved each other like their lives depended on it.

She looked down at her charcoal grey blazer and black blouse. Her pencil skirt, sensibly lengthy and in full compliance with office attire regulation, looked more like part a of military uniform than a woman’s hand-picked outfit. Her hair was done up in a power bun, and her makeup was . . . subdued, but present at the least. She would never have an office affair like that. Nobody was inspired to uncontrollable lust by business formal attire and glasses that belonged on a librarian from a few centuries ago. She just wanted to be seen as more than an employee number in a productivity spreadsheet that was trending 18% above the mean . . . and she knew it wasn’t going to happen.

She sniffed quietly, and made an irrational decision. An irrational decision in response to another irrational decision, in the name of some irrational employees engaging in some irrational behavior. All in the name of an irrational emotion. Love.

Well, maybe not love but definitely a lot of lust.

She might not ever be able to have what those two have, namely hot, sticky, passionate, inter-species office sex, but maybe she could have just a touch of it vicariously. Maybe she could shield them. A little extra love in the galaxy wasn’t a bad thing.

Karen quietly slipped the file into her recycle bin, and deleted the email. She emptied both recycles bins, clicking the “Are you sure?” pop-up both times before gathering herself.

She would head down to IT and have a talk with the twins Hessren and Hassran, and they would make this mess disappear. Nobody ever found this, nobody would ever find out. She would go have a talk with . . . Miko and Zrgranza-of-Azgdng after work, at a bar or a club or maybe a show, and tell them to be more careful. Maybe they would even be friends after that?

A hopeful little smile formed on her face as she clicked down the hall in her black high heels. After pressing the call button, the elevator doors dinged open, and she stepped inside.

“Going down,” she muttered to herself as the doors on the lift slid closed. She keyed the code for the bottom sub-level, riding all the way down to their in-house data-center.

The data-center was poorly lit, stank of ozone, and filled with electromagnetic interference. The Dorarizen hated the smell, it gave Karnakians headaches to look at, and humans had a weird thing about working in poorly lit basements, but the Hessren and Hassran loved it. Warm, dry, low foot traffic, and lots of nooks and crannies only they could work in comfortably, it was a home away from home for them.

They had the run of the floor, any office they liked, but for some reason they set themselves up in a joint cubicle in the very center of the place, and filled it with all sorts of little toys and gadgets, posters for VR-sims they liked, and old 2D role playing games. Nerdy twin paradise.

Which is why Karen was very surprised to see them loading all of their things into cardboard boxes as she approached.

“Oh, Karen. Well, umm, better to get this over with quickly. Here is my letter of resignation, and here is Hassran’s.” The small (for a Jornissian, he still towered over her) pressed two sealed envelopes into her hands. Manipulator appendages.

Hessren’s body language was meek, but resolute. Apologetic, even, as his hood drooped. Hassran continued loading little figurines into a box, handling each one with loving care.

Entirely bewildered, Karen barely managed to stammer out. “W-well, first of all I can’t accept a letter of resignation from anyone other than one resigning, either that or a direct message of resignation. You have to provide active and informed consent to employment termination, and because it’s being passed through an intermediary-” She shook her head sharply. “N-never mind, it’s in the handbook, and second of all . . . What!? Why?”

Hassran looked up from a toy Jornissian Power-Commando trooper. Actually, it was Wyld-Fang Storm-Commander, which was part of a Power-Commando crossover with GalaWar, but the distinction wasn’t as important to Karen as what Hassran responded with. “Well, umm . . . you’ve probably seen that email we sent you by now. And, umm, you weren’t supposed to get that.”

He fiddled with the model’s manipulator appendages, making it salute. “I was trying to forward it to Aurgrek-of-Krrngetk. And, it was late. Both of your addresses start with ‘SR’ and I kinda just let auto-complete take care of the rest . . .”

Hessren coiled up on himself, descending to Karen’s height. “We . . . know you have to let us go. It was really nice working with you. And, thanks for watching all of ‘Power-Commando’s’ with us. We’ll just-”

She held up a hand to silence him. “No. Nope. No more. Nobody is getting fired. Not you two, not Miko, not Zrgranza-of-Azgdng, and definitely not me. You know why? Because you’re going to delete that video, you’re not passing on a report to Aurgrek-of-Krrngetk, and we’re not ruining those two’s careers.”

A very long, pregnant pause filled the air, along with considerable confusion. The twin Jornissian’s exchanged glances.

“Umm . . . while this turn of events isn’t unwelcome, it is rather surprising?” Hessren glanced between Karenand Hassran, his tone somewhere between a question and a statement. “. . . so why are we not telling Aurgrek-of-Krrngetk again? And why are we covering up for Miko and Zrgranza-of-Azgdng? And why are we not fired for collecting and distributing pornography on the office network?”

Karen huffed quietly, stamping her foot with a sharp clack, in a stern display of resolve. “Because Aurgrek-of-Krrngetk doesn’t need to know. Because Miko and Zrgranza-of-Azgdng have something worth protecting. And because I like you two, you’re my only friends here, and because . . . because helping those two get together is as close as I’m probably going to get to a relationship on this station!” Her cheeks flushed sharply. One, she felt downright scandalous flaunting the rules like this, two, it was an uncharacteristically emotional outburst from her, and three . . . well she had been a little flushed all morning and this was just a continuation of that.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she panted nervously, and a single strand of hair had come undone from her bun. She quickly smoothed her hair back as best she could, and adjusted her pencil skirt.

Hessren and Hassran exchanged long and intense looks. “. . . did . . . did you not search the archive?” Hassran asked first, quietly. Hessren shushed him, aggressively hissing “If she didn’t know before, she does now!”

A flicker of confusion crossed Karen’s face. “What . . . archive?” Hessren groaned loudly, slumping back on his own coiled body as Hassran slithered over to Karen. “Umm . . . Aurgrek-of-Krrngetk . . . knows about Miko and Zrgranza-of-Azgdng. They think it’s pretty hot.”

Karen blinked slowly. Something in her brain had jammed. “Well, umm, not just Aurgrek-of-Krrngetk. I mean, Hessren thinks it’s pretty hot too.”

Hessren snapped upright, coiling around Hassran and trying to cover his mouth with his manipulator appendages. “No I don’t! Totally not into humans at all! Don’t listen to him, he’s just been watching too much Small on Tol porn.” The two wrestled for a moment, before Hassranmanaged to pry his mouth free to speak. “Liar! You’re the one who, drunk off his tail on [snake booze] sent the video to Karen, thinking it’d get her sooooo turned on, she’d just have to come down here and finally do that thing you keep watching where-”

Karen’s brain began sparking and smoking, as the jam reached critical bind.

The tussle between the two Jornissian’s intensified, boxes getting knocked across the office as Hessren slammed Hassranagainst the cubicle wall, making the entire row shake slightly. “You don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at her ass every time she comes down to watch stuff with us? The way you take an extra long shower afterwards?” Hessrenhissed accusingly at Hassran, and the latter headbutted him square in the face for his troubles.

Her heart thumped like a trip-hammer in her chest. The two demi-god like creatures before her, the naga of myth, fighting, fangs bared, because of her. That irrational . . . insane, absolutely mad kind of want . . .

“STOP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

The shrill, piercing shriek made the two brothers freeze, one with his hands around the others throat, the other with his fist pulled back, ready to deliver a punishing strike to the other.

Their hooded heads slowly turned towards the vice-head of Sapient Resources, and their souls quailed at the trembling, crimson cheeked member of management. Her bosom was heaving, and her knees were knocking together slightly.

The two siblings, caught up in a wave of raw shame, began to disentangle themselves from one another. “S-sorry Karen-” Hessren began, weakly.

“Not another word.” She marched up to him, grabbed him by the hood, and hauled his face down to meet hers.

“Just . . . I want you to make a really bad decision with me.” Her voice was soft, but her cheeks glowed with fire, and she pulled him into a gentle kiss.

His eyes widened slightly. There was tongue. Small, petite, and rough compared to his, but he felt it try and invade his mouth, wrestle with his, and coax a response in return.

This kiss broke, after a few moments, a thin strand connecting the two, as Karen, somehow blushing a shade darker, broke the bead connecting the two with her fingertip. “Please? Both of you?” Her voice was barely a whisper, almost inaudible over the cooling fans of the hundreds of computers that surrounded them.

She reached out towards Hassran, letting her fingers gently trail down the front of his fitted shirt. She idly fiddled with one of the buttons in the middle, trying to undo it as his hands rose to meet hers. “Karen. . . are you . . . saying what I think you’re saying?” His expression was one of incredulity, but she could tell he was interested by the way his hood flared sharply.

She tugged at the tie in her hair, letting her brunette locks fall around her shoulders as she bit her lip. With both hands, she gingerly undid the top three buttons on her blouse, revealing a deep furrow of cleavage. As her breath shuddered slightly, the twin, cream colored globes of flesh heaved, and with trembling hands she guided Hessren’s scaled hand to her left breast.

She crooned softly, leaning into him as he gave it a gentle squeeze, hood flaring out painfully wide as he glanced, jaw slightly slack, between the living fantasy pressing herself into him, and his brother.

“Is this happening,” Hessrenwhispered quietly to Hassran, “or did I fall asleep at my desk and start having a really good dream?”

There was a series of sharp pops as Karen grabbed the snaps on the side of his pant and yanked them, causing the tube of business apparel to drop to the floor. Hessren inhaled sharply, pupils narrowing to mere slits as her delicate, cool hands wandered across his lower abdomen, grazing sensitive areas that made his mind go blank. Twin members began to surge forth from their hidden slit, already drooling a mixture of clear glaze-lubricant that made Karengiggle quietly. She reached out, wrapping one hand around the tip of each, milking them with rhythmic squeezes until her hands glistened with the stuff.

“W-well . . . w-what are you waiting for you t-two?” Karen stammered with a halting, but lust-laden voice.

It didn’t take them long to snap out of their stunned state, and within moments both of them had deftly liberated themselves of all their confining clothing. Broad, muscled, heavily scaled torso’s pressed in on her from both sides, as hands began to wander across her body. Her cheek, her breasts, her thighs, her rear, everything was fare game as they explored her body.

Piece by piece, her clothing was gently parted from her. Never a rush, never careless or rough. They stripped her blazer, neatly draping it across a chair. They unbuttoned her blouse, and folded it carefully. Her pencil skirt was wriggled off, and placed in a tightly rolled tube on top of a box of crystal-memory storage.

She crooned softly as they pressed themselves against her, their sinuous bodies curling around her, twin members pressing into her front, and into her back. With a shiver, she felt their slick touch grind against her, up and down, making her body glisten with a sheen of masculine arousal in places.

“Karen . . . can you . . .” Hessrenbegan slowly, hesitantly, as if he were afraid Karen might refuse his request. She could only smile softly at his strangely innocent demeanor. He swallowed hard. “Can you press your . . . chest, together?” His tongue flicked in and out again, nervously.

Karen nodded subtly, her expression dazed, and sensuous. Looking up at him with warm, brown eyes, she unhooked her bra, and hung it on the flared tip of the Jornissian’s nose, giggling quietly as she did so, while Hassran’s hands kneaded her butt with a fastidious devotion that sent a bolt of heat running through her core.

A gentle murmur of pleasure trembled out of her throat as she firmly pressed her bosom together. The very sight of it made Hessren’s twin tools twitch, and as he shifted his position slightly, pressed both of his tools into the underside of her cleavage. The slick arousal let him slip between the soft, heavenly globes with ease, and planting his hands on her shoulders he thrust once, and powerfully. His sizable endowments rode smoothly along her chest, enveloped perfectly in her breasts, the tips poking out just beneath her chin as he let out a throaty moan. “You’re so much better than I dreamed.”

She licked the tip of his tool, and his mind went blank for a second.

“I spoke too soon.” Hessrenwheezed, after a moment, entire body trembling.

There was a sudden shove, with Karen caught in the middle as they all went tumbling over.

“I love you like a brother, but . . . I’m not going to just wait and watch.

Karen took a moment, her mind basically a gutter, trying to imagine all the furniture she could screw these two on in the office. Hessren was laid out beneath her, his twin tools squirming and writhing between her breasts, while Hassran daintily pulled her panties down to around her knees.

She shuddered as the cool kiss of fresh air teased her puffy, needy flower that had been building in arousal and anticipation since she’d opened her email this morning. That particular kiss didn’t last long, replaced by another kiss entirely as she felt a thin, wriggling, slick, muscular tongue plunge into her depths. Scaled lips pressed against her sensitive folds, and she let out high pitched, jubilant whine of near climax.

Twin members began steadily thrusting up between her pillowy breasts, and she ducked her head down, mouth open, tongue extended to catch the tip of at least one to begin sucking.

The taste was . . . unusal. Faintly musky, but also, clean, and . . . alien? It was a slick oil that oozed from Hessren’s cock into her mouth, coated her tongue with his desire. Hassran had opinions of his own on the salty, distinctly feminine heat that was oozing into every pore of his head. The thick muscular coils of his tongue wrapped around a little bead of taut flesh at very peak of his partners sex, and Karen’s whole body tightened as she let our the faintest whimper while her body was set alight by an orgasm.

“Karen, are you-” Hassranand Hessren both paused as Hessrennoticed her climax, surprised that their partner was done so quickly.

She only giggled softly, slightly dopey from the post-coital glow. “K-keep going, d-don’t stop~!” Her tone was breathy, and filled with a raw need.

Neither needed much more prompting, but Karen was happy to give it to them anyway. Her moans and whimpers of pleasure grew in intensity, pitch, and volume as Hassranrepositioned himself, slithering up her body, bringing his twitching tools to bear against her twin holes. Her moans were stifled as Hassrangently pressed his hand to the back of her head, “helping” her bob her head up and down on his twin siblings malehood. If she was distressed by the treatment, she certainly didn’t show it, as before he could even begin to press into her, she had eased herself back onto his dual serpentine spears.

Hassran couldn’t help but lose focus for a moment as he was lost in the hot, slick, fantastic world of Karen. One hole was tight, but deep, and malleable. The other was wet, ready, and clenching around him with a furious abandon. He muffled her moan by holding her head down just a little bit harder as he sank halfway to his hilt in both holes at once. He had to stop there, because her entire body tightened up like a coiled spring, and she reached her second orgasm.

She finished twice, in less than ten minutes. He was almost, almost jealous.

The air steadily filled with the sound of gagging, wet squelching, and near constant feminine cries of ecstasy. Falling into a steady rhythm, the twin Jornissians began to work the girl like the object of unstoppable lust she desperately wanted to be. Sexual peak rolled into sexual peak for her, but for the twins, they were both steadily approaching their own, single, overwhelming climax.

They writhed together on the floor, in chairs, with Karenbent over a desk, the twins trading her mouth for her nethers whenever she gave off the tell-tale whimper-whine of Karenreaching a sexual peak. The air, usually heavy with ozone and the smell of hot electronics, was now laden with Jornissian and human sex. Sore, gaped, and slick with a mix of sweat and other fluid, this was the worst decision Karen had ever made.

And she loved every second of it.

Karen received no warning from them. Hessren had her kneeling on a chair, pounding away at her tits again while Hassran was buried in her to nearly the hilt from behind. It was sudden, almost in tandem, the two of them cried out in furious climax. It was hot, thick, and copious in quantity. She felt her insides flood with the stuff, and if her mouth hadn’t been full of dick she’d have looked down to see her abdomen bulge slightly before viscous gouts of off-white seed gush out from between her legs, painting her thighs, the chair she was kneeling on, the panties still strung between her knees, and even the floor beneath it all. One tool tip was in her mouth as Hessren came, and the torrential flood overwhelmed her. She swallowed as much as she could, but it just didn’t stop. It was like drinking straight from a hose, and she gagged and coughed as gooey white spurts erupted from her nose. With nothing to contain it, Hessren’s final tool erupted over her, blasting across her chest, abdomen, and face in thick, ropey streams.

The two Jornissians pulled out, slowly, exhausted, and a nearly ruined Karen tried to stagger off the chair she was kneeling on, only to collapse into Hassran’s coils.

The trio, heaving, sexually exhausted, and wrapped in a post-coital glow that threatened to outshine the nearest star, no words were exchanged for several long minutes.

Hassran was the first to speak, of the three.

“. . . are we still fired?”

There was a dull slap of flesh against flesh as Hessrenfacepalmed, hard.

Karen stirred weakly. “. . . depends. When can we do this again?”

While a lustful twinkle settled into the vice-head of Sapient Resource’s eye, a deeply concerned look was exchanged by the twins as they realized they may have gotten more than they bargained for.