An Awful Bed, But Great Seat 2/2
anonymous
March 19 2013, 07:26:47 UTC
After some medi-gel and a painkiller she only had a slight limp on her way to the bathroom. The mirror was cruel to her and she got away from it as soon as she splashed some water over herself. By the look of the floor the damage had already been done, so she wasn’t that carefully with her sink bath. Oh shit, she was getting the bill for all this, but sacrifices had to be made for history.
On her way back, Shepard took a moment to appreciate the massive, female form on the bed. The thick hide, hardened muscles and lack of breasts was not exactly as inviting as, say, a soft asari, but there was something enticing about the krogan none-the-less. Maybe it had to do with the large tongue wetting wide lips. Whatever the case, she had to stop just looking.
Seeing the human approach Bakara laid down and point to her face, “Here, I want another taste.”
In the name of diplomatic relations she complied, taking a step up on to the bed. With a few steps she had a foot on both side of the hulking hump and immediately two powerful hands slid up her thighs. Apparently Bakara was impatient to start as three meaty fingers gripped both of her legs to pull her down. The look on the krogan’s face that of a kid just after blowing out their birthday candles.
“I don’t know if it’s just you or all human females, but I love how you taste.” Bakara lapped between the legs over her. “I may need to bring a human home with me to snack on.”
Shepard really wanted to volunteer, but sadly there was something else she had to do with her life, not that she could remember at the moment. She grabbed the headboard for stability and hesitated with how much weight she could put on the arms holding her, at first. Letting her legs do less and less work she eventually basically sat down, the alien hands on her butt easily strong enough to lift her. She had found the greatest seat in the galaxy.
Her grip on the headboard kept her from falling over, but even that little effort started to become a challenge. The wondrous mouth feeding off her encased her entire groin and touched every square inch of it, inside and out, all at the same time. The undulating tongue had snaked its way inside, filling her as it moved in ways she’d have to study on tape to fully grasp. Suddenly, images from nature documentaries flashed through her mind, like the ones that showed giraffes stripping leaves from a branch. Herbivores were a great thing to evolve from.
Being only human Shepard could only withstand the onslaught so long and lost hold of the headboard as even that became too taxing. Bakara was hardly strained, so immediately noticed the beginning of the fall. She went with it, giving support where necessary until she was sitting up with the human splayed between her legs, feet pressed to her hump.
Blunted senses and aching muscles held Shepard’s approaching orgasm at bay for many exhausting minutes. She felt like a peanut butter jar that a bear had gotten a hold of. Just as she felt her stamina would give out her toes, spine and arms curled. Her body thrashed as her tormentor received her wet prize. Her climax literally sucked out of her. Forever she danced along the edge of nirvana until her body could take no more and she black-outed, again. Hopefully this time she would awaken with her memories intact.
Bakara took one more lick to make she had gotten every bit of her treat. Then with care not usually associate with her kind she slid the Commander down on to the mattress. The human’s legs draped over her thighs, their crotches inches apart, the krogan settled back. After a moment she grabbed the remote so she could find a vid to watch.
After some medi-gel and a painkiller she only had a slight limp on her way to the bathroom. The mirror was cruel to her and she got away from it as soon as she splashed some water over herself. By the look of the floor the damage had already been done, so she wasn’t that carefully with her sink bath. Oh shit, she was getting the bill for all this, but sacrifices had to be made for history.
On her way back, Shepard took a moment to appreciate the massive, female form on the bed. The thick hide, hardened muscles and lack of breasts was not exactly as inviting as, say, a soft asari, but there was something enticing about the krogan none-the-less. Maybe it had to do with the large tongue wetting wide lips. Whatever the case, she had to stop just looking.
Seeing the human approach Bakara laid down and point to her face, “Here, I want another taste.”
In the name of diplomatic relations she complied, taking a step up on to the bed. With a few steps she had a foot on both side of the hulking hump and immediately two powerful hands slid up her thighs. Apparently Bakara was impatient to start as three meaty fingers gripped both of her legs to pull her down. The look on the krogan’s face that of a kid just after blowing out their birthday candles.
“I don’t know if it’s just you or all human females, but I love how you taste.” Bakara lapped between the legs over her. “I may need to bring a human home with me to snack on.”
Shepard really wanted to volunteer, but sadly there was something else she had to do with her life, not that she could remember at the moment. She grabbed the headboard for stability and hesitated with how much weight she could put on the arms holding her, at first. Letting her legs do less and less work she eventually basically sat down, the alien hands on her butt easily strong enough to lift her. She had found the greatest seat in the galaxy.
Her grip on the headboard kept her from falling over, but even that little effort started to become a challenge. The wondrous mouth feeding off her encased her entire groin and touched every square inch of it, inside and out, all at the same time. The undulating tongue had snaked its way inside, filling her as it moved in ways she’d have to study on tape to fully grasp. Suddenly, images from nature documentaries flashed through her mind, like the ones that showed giraffes stripping leaves from a branch. Herbivores were a great thing to evolve from.
Being only human Shepard could only withstand the onslaught so long and lost hold of the headboard as even that became too taxing. Bakara was hardly strained, so immediately noticed the beginning of the fall. She went with it, giving support where necessary until she was sitting up with the human splayed between her legs, feet pressed to her hump.
Blunted senses and aching muscles held Shepard’s approaching orgasm at bay for many exhausting minutes. She felt like a peanut butter jar that a bear had gotten a hold of. Just as she felt her stamina would give out her toes, spine and arms curled. Her body thrashed as her tormentor received her wet prize. Her climax literally sucked out of her. Forever she danced along the edge of nirvana until her body could take no more and she black-outed, again. Hopefully this time she would awaken with her memories intact.
Bakara took one more lick to make she had gotten every bit of her treat. Then with care not usually associate with her kind she slid the Commander down on to the mattress. The human’s legs draped over her thighs, their crotches inches apart, the krogan settled back. After a moment she grabbed the remote so she could find a vid to watch.
“Lightweight.”
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