Killer Kittens from Outer Space- Chapter 11.5 (NSFW)

[Note: This is an 18+ bonus chapter. It contains no important story threads and a whole lot of graphic alien sex. If this does not interest you, you can continue reading from chapter 12 onwards without missing anything important. To the rest of you- Godspeed you magnificent animals. Godspeed].

Jel

This is a blatant attempt to get on our good side before we make planetfall. Jel reminded himself as the hot water melted the stiffness from his shoulders and he stretched luxuriously, his tail slipping from the warm caress of the bath to dangle out the side of the tub. And it might just be working.

The Admiralty must have decided that keeping the fashion journalist happy was good for PR because they’d given him one of the suites aboard the frigate usually reserved for VIP guests. While he hadn’t been completely without facilities over the past months, there was a big difference between being allocated a short male-only bathing window in the otherwise communal showers aboard a freighter and having his own private tub. Here he could relax and focus on his skincare without the worry that a crewmember would mistakenly (or purposefully) wander in on him. It always seemed to be the same deckhands…

Now, he could finally lie back on a pillow of scented air and let his bones warm in a rare moment of peace and silent serenity.

“Knock knock sweetie, I’m coming in!”

The door opened, and Jel let out a long suffering sigh as his wife came barging through, peeling her tight synthetic top off as she crossed the small bathroom toward the tub and shower. She flicked it to the corner of the room, where it collided with the laundry chute opening and then fell to the floor.

“You know, I was trying to get in some me time,” Jel said halfheartedly as Skara unbuttoned her pants as well and they slid to the ground. She kicked them across the room in the vague direction of her top, and he rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t planning on sharing my bath.”

“Oh, that’s okay sweetie,” Skara replied with a sultry smile, stepping a leg over the rim of the bathtub, her body on full display, all three rows of breasts bouncing slightly as she raised herself up over the edge. “I don’t know if we’d both fit in there. How about I just stand and use the shower, and you can stay right there and enjoy your soak?” Her second foot came down on Jel’s other side so that she was standing over the top of his chest and facing away from him, with his head behind her thighs and his eyes filled with inviting pink flesh.

Despite being annoyed at the intrusion, Jel’s nostrils flared, and his wife’s heavy musk tickled his nose, heavy and alluring. Skara reached up over the far side of the tub and pulled the showerhead from the wall slowly, stretching for it instead of moving from her spot. When her weight rocked back onto her heels, her firm cheeks jiggled, and a carnal shock tingled its way down Jel’s chest to build into an insistent pressure between his own legs.

“You’re impossible.” He deadpanned to his wife, quashing the smile that was battling to free his lips from their impartial line.

“I’m just a dirty girl trying to get clean,” she purred back with that same sultry smile as she flicked the shower faucet on, and streams of water ran down her naked body, beading into rivulets that streamed down her thighs on either side of Jel’s head. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

“…Or you could take your time,” Jel offered magnanimously as he leaned his head back to gaze up at his wife’s rear. She was built solidly, like most spacers who needed to haul machinery or spin a wrench at a moment’s notice, with muscular and defined legs that thickened into wide hips with a generous amount of cushioning in her plush rear. Above that, her tail swished back and forth invitingly, and on noticing his attention, she raised it ever so slightly, until he could see beneath to its base at the join above her tight butt. It was a glorious view, in his opinion.

“Mmm, that feels good after a long shuttle ride,” Skara arched her back and looked over her shoulder at him as the warm water ran down her sides and legs. “Are you sure I’m not being too big a bother sweetie?”

“Oh you’re being a bother,” Jel smiled sultrily back. “A big, round, bubbly bother. But you can take your time anyway.”

“How gracious of you,” Skara smiled, then turned the shower off and hung the head back on the wall. Now where is the soap- oh! There it is.” 

She bent forward, widening her legs slightly to accommodate the movement as she reached for the small basket of toiletries at the far end of the bath, down near Jel’s feet. As she did, her tail brushed to the side, treating Jel to the sight of her lower lips, flushed and glistening with excitement. She pushed her hips back as she rummaged through the basket, and those lips parted into a long, lewd wink, muscles rippling as they contracted around thin air, needily searching for something to grip in their tight embrace.

“You know, I’m beginning to think that the reason you’re here in my bath isn’t to get clean,” Jel said, mostly succeeding in keeping the quiver of lust out of his voice.

“Nonsense,” his wife scoffed. “I’ll just suds myself up and- oh!”

There was a splash in the water by his feet, and Skara looked back at him with an innocent expression. “Oops, I dropped the soap. Let me just…” she bent further forward, running her hands down under the soapy water until they found Jel’s ankles. She rubbed gently at the skin there, her hands wrapping around his feet and slowly working their way up the insides of his calves. “I’m sure I can find it. I know I dropped it somewhere down here.”

Jel hummed, finally giving up on his impartial gaze as his wife’s claws lightly traced the inside of his calves and worked their way up to his knees, sending a tingle of electric pleasure up his entire body. 

By the time they reached his upper thighs he was breathing heavily, and her hips had slid even further back and down, positioning her ass and slit close enough to his face that he could feel the warmth radiating from her.

“I’m -mmm- pretty sure you sure you dropped it lower down than that,” he panted, and she paused with her hands between his legs.

“Lower?” she asked, feigning innocence. “Like, down here?” and she slid her hands down, running them across the cleft between his thighs, her right hand splaying to cup at his balls, gently cradling them as her left hand rubbed at his taint and upper legs. “Nope, it’s not down here.”

“H-higher, I mean,” he squeaked, flushing red from the heat of the steam and the pleasure that was building in his groin, intensifying into an aching need for more. “Higher in the tub.”

“Higher? So like, up he- oh my,” Skara murmured huskily, clasping her hand firmly around Jel’s member, and he moaned as she squeezed, and more of him freed itself from his sheath. “You know, I think I might have found what I was looking for.”

“Is -ha- is that right?” Jel groaned as Skara ran a finger up his length from sheath to tip, then swirled in a circular motion around the head of his cock. Her other hand slid up from his balls to squeeze at his base, and he grunted in pleasure.

“But you know, if I’m going to finish my shower without soap…” Skara bit her bottom lip as she looked back at him. “There’s a certain place I didn’t get to clean as thoroughly as I’d like.” She wiggled her ass again, bending lower as she toyed with his swelling member, and her pussy rippled in another long wink, beads of arousal welling up to drip in a long line that hung from her clit like a silver chain. “I might need some help with that.”

Jel giggled, “You barely cleaned anywhe- mmmph! Mmmm…” Skara cut him off midsentence, pushing her hips back the final few inches and gently lowering herself on him, her lower lips meeting his upper ones, and his tongue came out of its own accord to finally savour the taste he’d been anticipating. He breathed in deeply with his nose, and his senses were filled, the smell of her sex against his face driving him to delirium. It stole its way through his nostrils and burrowed its way straight to his brain, flicking a switch somewhere in the deep primordial part of his psyche. 

His eyes rolled back, tongue lapping in slow swirling motions over the slippery flesh of his wife’s folds as Skara’s hands gripped tighter around his cock, and she sat back onto his muzzle just hard enough to push his head into the headrest of the bath without hurting him. Her asscheeks hung over each side of his face like soft, lavender cushions, and when his tongue found its mark on her clit, he was rewarded with a long, low moan of pleasure.

“Fuuuck, that’s the spot,” Skara panted, and the weight on Jel’s head increased as she sat deeper onto her newfound throne. “You okay back there? Having fun?” A low hum of contentment was her answer. “That’s a good boy. Work that tongue into all the right places, and I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded for your efforts.”

Good boy. His one little kink. Jel shivered from head to foot and did as he was told. Skara’s gentle grinding gave him intermittent opportunities to take a quick breath here and there, but otherwise, he was swimming in the radiant warmth emanating from between her legs. He probed with a rough tongue, seeking her pleasure points, and each time he found one he was gratified with a shallow gasp and a firm squeeze of his cock, or a cup of his balls and some more gentle rubbing.

He knew all the best ways to drive her crazy from down here, and in just a few minutes she was quaking above him, her body wracked with invisible jolts of extreme pleasure. Her mouth opened, cute, pointed teeth bared wide to the ceiling as her pleasure grew, rivulets of her love juices coating Jel’s face.

As his wife’s orgasm crept closer and closer, and her moans grew louder, Jel made lighter and lighter touches, until there was a desperate whine to her groans. When he slowed his licks down to gentle teasing probes, she growled in frustration, and sat back harder, pressing her clit into his tongue, and brought a hand around her back to tug insistently at his right ear, pulling his face firmly into her. 

“No… ah… no more teasing,” she panted, rolling her hips. “You’re going to be good for me and make me cum all over your face.”

Jel grunted and whined into her crotch, his cock twitching at his wife’s rare display of dominance. Of all his life partners, Skara was usually the most vanilla in the bedroom. Maybe she’d been taking lessons from Esme. 

Not that he was complaining of course. 

“And after that,” Skara panted, fully riding his face now with needy bucks of her hips, “I’m going to take you into the other room, throw you down on that bed and fuck you until your balls run dry.” She pulled his hands up from his sides and onto her hips, and he gave her cushiony ass a squeeze. 

She returned her hands to his cock, squeezing its base again and bringing him to full mast, little tremors of his own starting to run down his spine at the promise of even more pleasure to come. His tongue picked up the pace, licking the length of her slit in broad strokes and then swirling around her clit. Lick, swirl. Lick, lick, swirl. Good boy.

It didn’t take long to push her over the edge. Finally, the shaking in her thighs reached its peak, and she arched her back, her tail sticking out straight like a ramrod as she howled out her pleasure in the small bathroom. More of her weight descended on his face until Jel couldn’t move his head, unable to breathe around the sea of soft pink skin that he was drowning in, his wife’s pussy, ass and cheeks all that filled his vision. 

Her orgasm was explosive, spurting in bursts from her twitching hole until it dribbled down his chin and across the sides of his face in a vulgur stream, even as his tongue worked to greedily lick as much up as it could. She was sweet, bitter, and heady in a way that made his vision swim, small pinpricks of light bursting at the edges of his consciousness. 

He slipped his tongue inside her again, and another aftershock of pleasure rocked Skara’s body, her vaginal walls rippling around him as he tasted her depths. The stars turned to dark spots, and his lungs cried out for air. 

When the fuzziness started creeping in, and Jel’s eyes fluttered closed, his hands started to slip from their perch on Skara’s hips, and she raised herself just far enough up off his face for him to gulp down a few greedy breaths. As his head fell back into the rest, Skara stretched a hand between her own legs and, her hips still hovering over his muzzle, rubbed at her clit with a fast circular motion, unloading even more cum in sprays all over his face. 

“Oh fuuuck yes,” she moaned in a high-pitched whine. “You love it when I cum on your face, don’t you? Take it all you k’vet.”

As her quivering orgasm finally subsided, she leaned back again, rubbing her pussy all over his face, possessively smearing her juices over him in a glistening coat. When she straightened up, she scritched him behind one ear, then ran her hand down the back of his head and across his cheek in a gentle stroke that made him purr with pleasure, his eyes half-opening into slits.

“Enjoy yourself?” she asked, and he could only manage a tiny nod as he sucked in air through the haze of pheromones that caked his nose, his mind still blanked out from being smothered between her legs.

“Good boy,” she smiled down at him, and he pulsed again in pleasure. “Now you catch your breath while I towel off. Just so you know, you’ll need another wash by the time I’m done with you.” She stepped fluidly out of the bath and fetched a towel from the wall, wiggling her ass from side to side as she winked back at him and started drying off, starting with the claws on her feet so that she could bend over and present herself to him again, flushed and leaking with excitement.

“You’re being… huff… being rather direct today,” Jel panted, finally managing to raise his head up off the side of the bath to appreciate the view. 

“Well, you always seem to like it when the others go a bit harder,” Skara paused, a slight hesitation to her posture as she looked him over. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“You were amazing love,” Jel chuckled, still out of breath.

“Good,” Skara’s domineering smile came back. She licked her lips and beckoned him with a finger. “Now come over here so I can fuck you properly.”

He didn’t try to hide his arousal as he hoisted himself from the tub, his arms shaking a little, feeling the exertion as his breathing returned to normal. He stood, dripping water on the cool grey floor.

“I still need to dry off as well,” he pointed out, as Skara finished rubbing at her chest, neck and head.

“Oh, but there’s only one towel,” her eyelids lowered. “And you were so good for me that I want to do something for you too.” 

She stepped closer, chest to chest and looked down at him with a sultry smile, her extra foot of height enough to make him crane his neck in a way that made him feel like he was baring his throat, and she pushed her chest out so that her upper breasts fell across his shoulders, lower nipples poking at his chest as she moved closer. His cock, still rock hard, slipped between her thighs, and he whimpered with need.

She lowered her mouth to his ear, still flushed a deep crimson like the rest of his cum-covered face. “Let me help dry you off sweetie,” she whispered, squeezing her thighs together around his penis, and his brain once again went numb, washed white with pleasure. He was going to sleep well that night.