April Lewd - M/F Shork/Smol

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry about the delay - we had some life issues, and the porn goblin that *was* under contract got squished under a very large dildo stalagtite in the lewd mines. 

... so we just raided another goblin village and got a couple more! Enjoy!
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Kenneth Nelsen wondered, not for the first time, why he’d agreed with his friends to come to this waterpark. He leaned against the blue-tiled wall of the wave pool as, with half-lidded eyes, he viewed the people splashing about him. This was a mixed-world colony, and so there were figures other than human in the water. The slate-gray figures of Zylachs zoomed like living torpedoes around their slightly smaller human counterparts, and here and there he even saw the diminutive, bright-orange forms of Chridae paddling about.

The sun was bright yet not too hot, and overhead was nothing but brilliant blue sky. It was a lovely day and everybody around him was having fun. So why, Ken wondered, was he so damn nervous? Ever since he’d stepped foot in the park, he’d had his head on a swivel; some sixth sense told him that he was being hunted. It was a ridiculous fear, to be sure, but perhaps one due to his childhood when his family lived along the coast. Back then, splashing about in the water like this was nothing more than a prelude to an ambush by…

“KENNY!”

The human flinched back against the tiled wall of the pool as a slate-gray, triangular head burst up from the water before him, a head capped with a mohawk of deep-blue hair. Below that head, a feminine yet firm gray body, clad in a red bikini, treaded water with the greatest of ease. A smattering of darker-gray freckles spread across her face in a pattern that Ken remembered all too well.

The creature’s bright-green eyes stared deep into Ken’s own terrified brown as she grinned. Given her species, it was a very big and toothy grin, one which made Ken’s terrified hindbrain give him a spicy load of brain-chemicals which said without words Holy shit, an apex predator is looking at you, you’re about to be lunch, you should freeze or run or piss yourself or do something I don’t know, you go figure it out asshole you’re supposed to be the smart one here…

The bigger Zylach tilted her head. “You okay, little buddy?”

Ken blinked as his forebrain reasserted itself. Ah yes, ‘little buddy’. That was Lensha’s name for him. He was ‘merely’ facing his childhood nemesis, not some giant creature bent on making him into lunch. He cleared his throat and succeeded in keep any squeaking out of his voice. “I’m doing just fine, Lensha. How’re you? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

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Lensha leaned back, happier than ever now that she’d tracked down her prey. Kenny’s casualness was a little irritating after her mock-ambush. Didn’t he realize what she was trying to get across? He was cute, of that there was no doubt, but there were times when the tree-climber could be so clueless.

During the many decades after the near-disastrous ‘First Contact’ between their species, there was much debate within her kind about how to properly interact with these new squishy-yet-strong members of galactic society. Her own kind were apex predators, through-and-through. Yet these newcomers, these “humans”…

Well, they were so difficult to figure out. Humans behaved, at times, like the Chridae from her home planet. Obsequious and social, often willing to ‘behave’ and fit in. Yet often these humans also proved to be tough predators in their own right, even if they focused on a ‘chase down and exhaust your prey’ strategy. Her race, on the other fin, were very much optimized towards the ‘charge and rip out their throat’ strategy.

During their history together, Lensha at last had decided to adopt more of the human strategy and stalk her chosen prey. And to her delight Kenny was, at long last, once again within her reach. She could remember with crystal clarity the first time she’d seen him. It was the first time she’d seen a human in the flesh, and his strange tail-less figure was an endless source of fascination. Their very first interaction consisted of her sleek body brushing against his leg while he waded in the surf; that was also her first introduction to just how high humans could jump, not to mention how loud they could yell.

It was amusing, not to mention adorable. Because of that she’d teased and tickled him mercilessly all throughout their respective childhoods. After a while that teasing grew into something more serious on her end…but sadly, not on his. In fact, he tried to avoid her whenever possible. When his family finally moved away from the coast, she was surprised at how much it saddened her.

Only then did Lensha do some research into human versus Zylach mating behavior and realized the error of her ways. Such teasing was not usually considered foreplay among humans. After that realization, she’d sworn to track her ‘little buddy’ down and repay him for any sins she might have committed.

‘Repay’ was, of course, her euphemism for ‘pin him down and fuck his brains out’.

“I’m doing fine, my little buddy,” she replied. She made a great show of flicking her deep green eyes up-and-down his wiry torso. Oh yes, he’d filled out sonicely since she’d first met him. “Hmm…though I guess you’re not so little any more, eh?”

Ken, for his part, did not go along with her teasing. Instead, he splayed himself outward against the tiled wall of the swimming pool, which constituted a critical error. That was exactly the behavior which males of her species displayed when becoming receptive to a dominant female’s advances.

“If I’m too big, why don’t you go and find some smaller fish to terrorize?” he said with a cheeky smirk. Of course, that was another unforced mistake on his part. Such a brazen display of individuality by Kenny meant that, to Lensha’s hindbrain, he was still a single and unclaimed male.

And that simply would not do. No, Kenny was hers, even if The Unnamed Horde came up from the abyssal depths to tell her otherwise. She’d fight an entire legion of demons to claim what was rightfully hers.

Of course, none of this internal strife showed in her visage. Her outward demeanor remained aloof as she flicked a bit of her electric-blue hair up and out of her eyes. “Why should I look elsewhere, when I’ve got such a…meaty specimen in front of me?” She waggled her fin-like ears as she spoke. Surely such innuendo was enough of a hint for even her clueless human friend?

It was not. “Meaty?” Ken growled. “I’m not meaty, I’m stringy! Not to mention I’ve got sunscreen smeared all over me at the moment. I’m sure I’d taste terrible.”

“Oh? Then perhaps I should rub it off you.” Her tail swished around and brushed against his leg.

Ken groaned and slapped the intruding appendage away. “Come on, Lensha. We’re both adults now. Can we lay off the tickling for once?”

Lensha’s eyes bugged out in her best approximation of a puppy-dog expression. It almost worked…if one ignored the rest of her body, which was a machine built for murder. “But Ken, how can I help it when you make the cutest noises?” Her left hand darted forward and traced the tip of one blunt claw against his ribs, earning a gasping chuckle from her prey.

He glared at her. “I’m bigger now. Don’t start a fight you can’t win.”

She went for a one-two combo; her right hand lashed out for an armpit-tickle and, while he was busy slapping that limb away, she went in for another tail-stroke against his thigh…but higher this time. “Brave talk coming from a tree-climber out of his element.”

“I’m serious!” The rising anger in Ken’s eyes made her realize that she’d slipped right back into her old routine, and that once again she was in danger of driving him away.

Lensha made a great show of raising her clawed hands out of the water. “Sorry, Ken. I just couldn’t resist. I’m honestly glad to see you again. Can we start over?”

His answering grin made her suddenly uneasy, and she remembered too late that humans could be just as dangerous as her own kind.

“No,” he said. “Not yet.”

Before she could respond he pushed off the wall and grasped her snout in both hands, bringing his mouth right next to one of her long, tapered ears. “Humans have a saying,” he whispered.

“What are you douuuuuuhhh….” Lensha’s protest devolved into a long, drawn-out moan as Ken began to rub.

Her brain fizzed with sudden pleasure, any coherent thought turned into utter mush as those soft, wonderful fingers worked up and down her nose and head. From the very tip of her snout up to the beginning of her scalp, he stroked with careful, even pressure. Lensha slumped, barely able to settle herself against the nearby side of the pool for support. Her tail jerked erratically, and all she could do was make pitiful little mewls and press her head forward, with nothing in her mind except the need to have more, ever still more of this wonderful sensation.

Ken’s tone was matter-of-fact as he ignored his former tormentor’s distressed bliss. “Where was I? Ah, yes. We tree-climbers have a saying…Payback is a bitch.” With clinical precision he kept up his caressing. “I’ve done a lot of reading up on Zylachs during the last year or so. I found out exactly where y’all are sensitive.”

“Guuhhh…”

“Oh, did you want me to stop?” The evil gleam in his eyes told Lesha she was in real trouble.

“Nuuuhhh..”

“Sorry, was that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’?”

“...uuuhsnnnahhhhhh…”

Suddenly Lensha realized something which broke through the haze of her ecstatic trance. If Kenny kept this up, then she’d start to glow. And then the other Zylachs around them would see it...

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Kenny smiled down at his handiwork, a mighty sapient brought low by nothing but head-rubbing. He continued his caresses, noting the interesting texture of her snout and head. Going back, her skin felt smooth as silk. Coming forward, however, gave a sensation against his palms rather like rubbing against fine-grit sandpaper.

Lensha’s eyes rolled back in her head as her chest heaved. Ken noted the interesting way that heaving made her breasts strain against her bikini top, but he forced his eyes back up to her twitching, slack-jawed face. This was just a little harmless payback for some long-ago teasing, not an excuse to get an eyeful of her physique…though he had to admit that she looked spectacular. Lensha had come a long way from the slender little shark-girl who’d tickled him so much.

Her blunt-clawed hand broke the pool’s surface and flopped against one of his own, fumbling about as she tried to pry his digits away from her face. Lensha’s voice came in a tremulous whisper. “…please…no more…too much…I’ll start to…”

“No more? Oh, my lovely Lensha. I have at least another couple years’ worth of teasing to make up for before I’m done with you.”

And then, without warning, Lensha started to light up.

It started with the ‘freckles’ on her face, the small dark-gray dots suddenly flaring into blue-green lights which pulsed in a random, hypnotic pattern. Those lights spread, turning into thin trails of little bioluminescent dots that throbbed in waves down her arms, down her legs, and back along her tail. The beautiful sight reminded Kenny of an old picture he’d seen of the ‘meridians’ used in Chinese medicine.

The entrancing and unexpected event made him slack off a bit in his rubbing, and with a supreme effort Lensha wrenched her head out of his hands.

She shook her snout to gather herself, then glared at him as the pulsing lines across her body faded. “Idiot!” she hissed as her face contorted into a snarl that was most certainly not playful. She then glared around at the rest of the pool-users. The other Zylachs, in particular, were very pointedly looking away from the pair. Two Zylach parents had their hands over the eyes of their child who, in the manner of all young sapients, was trying her utmost to pry away those shielding hands because the kid knew something cool and adult was happening.

Lensha spun back towards Kenny. “Never do that in public, you asshole!”

Now it was the human’s turn to hold up his hands. Lensha’s breath came in short pants, as if she’d just swum a marathon. Her eyes no longer held a merry gleam, now they looked…deadly? She shoved him firmly back against the tiled pool wall, then planted her hands on each side of him to prevent any possible escape. Her tail lashed behind her as she loomed over him like certain death.

Ken responded to her obvious anger with a weak grin. “Um, oops? I’m guessing that was…something I shouldn’t have done?”

That toothed maw dropped ever closer to his face. He could smell her breath, a coppery scent of dried blood from whatever unfortunate animal she’d last eaten.

“Lensha? I think the park has rules against eating the guests.”

The lame joke didn’t land; instead, she brought her mouth against his ear and now it was her turn to whisper. “Do you know what I’ll do to you if you evertry that again?”

“N…n…no?”

Her whisper dropped into a seductive growl. “I’ll let you.”

“What?”

She dropped her hands and leaned back with a chuckle. “Oh, you silly little tree-climber. All that reading and yet you never read up on our mating habits?”

Ken’s brain tried desperately to get out of its current setting, which was now hard-wired into ‘FLEE!’ mode. “M…mating?”

“You didn’t know that our snout is considered an erogenous zone?”

“Um, no, the websites I read didn’t mention that. They sure as shit didn’t mention that you could glow either. What was that?”

Lensha’s eyes opened wide again as she responded with an eyeroll, an expression which transcends many species. “You do remember we evolved to live in the deep ocean, right? That includes areas where there’s no light.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen you light up like that before. Or any other Zylachs, for that matter.”

“That’s because it’s considered lewd nowadays to glow in public. When we…yanno, get excited, we light up. It’s a reflex, we can’t control it.”

Kenny’s fear faded in the face of a bigger mystery. “Wait. Why am I just hearing about this now?”

“I’ll bet it’s those prudish twats in the Interspecies Harmony Administration. They tend to censor anything that’s even close to pornography.”

The human began to realize just how far he’d stepped in it. “Pu…porn...Lensha, I’m so sorry. I had no idea!”

In response she grinned wide, damn near unhinging her jaw in the process, and moved forward to press her chest against his. Ken’s breath caught in his throat as he felt the hard nubs of her nipples grinding against his chest. There was a definite lack of intervening fabric accompanying that sensation.

Her hand rose up out of the water; her red bikini-top now dangling from a finger. “Welp, thanks to a certain clueless tree-climber everybody here has seen me glow. We might as well give ‘em the full show while we’re at it.”

With a mighty grinding of gears, Kenny’s mind shifted from ‘FLEE!’ mode straight into ‘HORNY!’. But in spite of his rising excitement, he glanced around at the other swimmers. “Lensha, not in public! Put your top back on and we’ll head out. Let’s grab a cup of coffee and discuss ouurrr…oh shiiit…”

Lensha’s wide, evil grin didn’t falter as she slowly rubbed herself up and down on him, creating a wonderfully weird yet thrilling sensation. Her belly chafed less than her head, but it did make Kenny start to wonder what it would be like to have her rubbing against his more sensitive areas.

Almost on autopilot, his hands went around her and clasped against her back. He felt the deep valley of her muscles beneath that wonderful cool skin. He stroked downwards, earning a purr from Lensha, and as he reached her tail she wriggled happily. Ken’s fingers explored the unfamiliar geometry where her tail met her ass. Somewhere in the midst of his fondling he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bikini bottom anymore.

He cleared his throat. “Lensha, you do realize there’s a rule here about wearing swimsuits?”

Lensha’s brilliant green eyes sparkled with evil humor. “Oh, am I not wearing one anymore? It must have fallen off out of sheer lust when I saw your majesticfigure.”

Ken laughed, making her taut body quiver against him in very interesting ways. “Now I know you’re just messing with me.”

“Oh?” With slow deliberation Lensha raised her arms and lowered them down and around Ken’s neck. She hung like that for a moment, supporting herself with her hold on him. Before Ken could speak, he gasped again; Lensha spread her thighs and wrapped them around his midsection, grinding her pubic mound right against the front of his swim-trunks.

On instinct Ken grabbed at her, getting a more firm hold on both of her ass-cheeks; each glorious mound filled his hand and then some. Ken could feel the muscles of her glutes flex beneath their cushion of fat as she waved her tail.

She felt light as a feather in spite of her hanging on him; her tail swished briskly behind her in a motion that both supported Lensha’s larger mass and pressed her more firmly against her entrapped prey. “Does this feel like ‘messing’ with you, my cute little tree-climber?” she purred. “I’ve spent years trying to get you to touch me like this.”

“You know, you could have just asked.”

Lensha increased her rocking, rubbing motion against him; Ken realized that her friction was having the expected effect on his groin. “Mmmm, you’re right, I should have. But teasing you was just too much fun.” She looked down at his erection. “Oooh, what’s this? It seems someone is happy to see me!”

Ken blushed. “Well yeah, you’re rubbing yourself all over me. Can’t blame the little guy.”

“I don’t blame him one little bit. But I do expect him to follow me.”

“Eh?”

Without another word Lensha broke away from their embrace. With fluid grace she vaulted up out of the pool and turned to face him, her nudity now on full display to everyone.

Ken stared at her, of course. Even if he’d been faced with the threat of a lightning bolt from Zeus himself, he would have stared. Lensha’s body was magnificent, curved and feminine yet with enough definition to hint at the powerful musculature underneath. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but each still large enough to fill his hand. A dark-gray nipple crowed the creamy skin at the peak of each of those wonderful mounds, both of them hard and pointed as evidence of her excitement.

Her pale belly-skin extended around her bosom and followed the lines of her washboard midriff all the way down to the junction of her thighs. Her sex was all but invisible from this angle; Kenny couldn’t make out any sort of slit.

The chattering around them ceased as Lensha put a hand on one hip with a smirk. Ken heard a few gasps and mutterings, but Lensha ignored them; her green gaze was fixed only on Ken.

“Follow,” she said, then turned and strode away. Her tail swayed in a manner that drew Ken’s gaze up automatically towards the firm cheeks of her ass. She walked right by the stunned lifeguard, a male Zylach who looked torn between calling the cops and taking a picture.

Ken performed a less-graceful vault of his own up onto the cement. However, it wasn’t until he stood dripping by the poolside that he realized just how obvious his boner was. He shrugged and figured that, if Lensha was willing to get buck-nekkid in front of everyone, he could handle this little public display. The human strolled off after Lensha with his hands clasped behind his back, a cheerful whistle on his lips, and his erection leading the way the entire time.

She led Ken on a slow but merry chase. It wasn’t hard to figure out which way she’d gone; all he had to do was follow the trail of people, both human and Zylach, who looked like they’d just been poleaxed. Lensha did tease him now and again with a glimpse of herself; every so often he’d just catch sight of her tail-flukes waving tantalizingly from around a corner, or one of her heels disappearing out of sight right as he went through an entrance.

Ken made sure to peer carefully around every corner, every doorway. He was sure she planned another ambush and he wanted to be ready.

He still wasn’t ready when Lensha finally pounced. It came when he ducked his head into an out-of-the-way shady spot under one of the park’s waterslides. Thanks to the water dripping from the slide above, the place reminded Ken of a secluded oceanside cave. He scanned the ‘cavern’ carefully and saw no sign of any naked shark-woman.

However, one flaw of humans is they tend to think two-dimensionally; Ken forgot to look up. Before he could blink, a gray-skinned arm swept down and gripped his shoulder. Her claws dug a little into his skin as, with a single startled hurk, the human found himself yanked into the semi-darkness within.

After a complicated whirl of limbs, he found himself supine on the ground with Lensha straddling his hips. She held his hands over his head and brought her angular snout down to his nose.

“I got you,” she whispered.

“You sure do,” he said with a smile.

To Ken’s surprise, Lensha then looked away with a hesitant expression. “Are…are you okay with kissing? Deep kissing, I mean. Um, I know some humans are really afraid of our teeth.”

Ken stretched his head up and placed a gentle smooch on the side of her face. Lensha gasped and swiveled her head back to stare at him. She let go of his hands and clasped his face, and with great gentleness pressed her lips to his.

The chasteness of their first kiss didn’t last long. With a subsonic growl she invaded his mouth with a tongue far longer than any human’s. Ken tried to wrestle with his own, but gave up and just let her all but face-fuck him. The metallic tang of her alien saliva filled his mouth as she ground her nethers against his still-clothed erection.

After a few blissful minutes she broke the kiss and leaned back and up. “I kissed you,” she said in a near-whisper. “I finally kissed you. Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this?”

Ken blinked as he recovered his wits. “Once again, you could have asked.” He stroked her thighs, then up her firm abs towards her breasts. Lensha responded with a pleased hum as he cupped her tits and softly massaged them.

“You know something else I’ve dreamed of doing?” she said.

“No…why don’t you show me?”

Lensha slid back along his legs, pulling her bosom away from his groping. Her muzzle hovered over his crotch. “I always wanted to tear your pants open and suck you off.” She gripped the fabric of his trunks and ripped them open with one strong yank. The savagery of her act was undercut a bit when Ken’s erect cock then sprang up and slapped her square in the nose, making both of the lovers giggle.

Her purple-tinged tongue swept up his length, making Ken shudder. “Mmm…I can’t wait to taste you…”

Ken started to have second thoughts after seeing his most sensitive anatomy right next to that razor-toothed maw. “Um…just be careful, okay? I trust you, but still…”

She placed a kiss on each of his balls. “Don’t worry. Is it weird that I’ve practiced this?”

“Practiced? On what?”

In the dim light of the ‘cavern’, Lensha’s face turned purple as she blushed. “Um, I bought a dildo. A human-style one, I mean. Like I said, I’ve dreamed of this for a while.” She kissed his cock-head. “Just don’t move your hips, okay? On second thought, maybe I should give you a job to do. Keep your mind occupied.”

“A job? Whatmmrph!” With predatory speed Lensha stood, spun around, and squatted over her prey. The movement planted her crotch right onto Ken’s face. His muffled protest turned into a moan as she coiled that long, wonderful tongue all the way down his shaft. He felt her lips press against his ballsack and realized he was hilted in her mouth.

That lovely feeling only increased as she began to slowly bob on his cock. Her hands pressed hard on his hips to keep him pinned to the ground, making sure that she was the one controlling the action. In a sexual daze Ken brought hands up and around to grip her ass, pulling her sex down towards his mouth. Her tail rested against his scalp as his nose pressed into the little rosebud of her rear hole.

As opposed to that of a human woman, all that showed externally of Lensha’s sex was a simple slit. He gave it a firm lick which easily parted her crevice. Lensha hummed around her mouthful of dick, and thus encouraged Ken dove in. He kneaded her ass with his hands while working his tongue as far as he could into her. As opposed to its featureless exterior, the inner walls of her vagina had a ribbed texture; they also clamped onto his invading organ with surprising strength.

Right along the top of her interior, a few centimeters in, his probing encountered a little nubbin. Grazing it with the tip of his tongue earned another, longer hum of pleasure from Lensha; Ken figured he’d just found the Zylach version of a clit. He made sure to lavish plenty of attention on that bead, making his big lover shiver. As he kept up his pleasuring Ken began to taste the musky, coppery scent of her wetness. Another herald of her rising passion was the return of her bioluminescence.

The dim grotto now brightened with a blue-green glow as photophores twinkled all along her body. Lensha hummed again, her bobbing increasing in speed while Ken’s licking and swirling became faster as well. He could feel the pressure in his balls rising, and wondered if she was close…

Ken got his answer when Lensha’s thighs clamped tight on his head. She gave an all-over shudder as the sparkling lines along her form flashed with one single pulse. She moaned, and the vibration all along his cock sent Ken over the edge as well. Upon his first spurt into her mouth Lensha shoved her nose right down to the base. The sound of her lewd slurping filled their little hideaway as her coiled tongue kept massaging him right through the aftershocks of his orgasm, wringing out his cock to make sure she swallowed every last drop.

Only when he was truly spent did Lensha release his cock from its velvet prison. She flopped to her side as they both panted. Ken raised his head to look at her, and she spread her arms in silent invitation. He sat up and wriggled around to face her, and as she pulled him into her arms he returned the embrace. Lensha rested her wedge-like head on top of his as Ken pushed his face into the nape of her neck. The two lay on their sides like that for a good long time as their breathing returned to normal.

“So…was that as good as you dreamed?” Ken finally murmured.

Her hand stroked the back of his head. “Better.”

Ken raised his head and looked around the grotto. Although almost faded away by now, Lensha’s luminescent twinkling still cast dancing lights on their surroundings. “That’s so beautiful.” It sounded lame to his ears, but what else could he say?

Lensha hugged him tightly. “You think that’s pretty, wait until we do it in the ocean.” She released him and looked down with that same uncertainty he’d seen earlier. “Um, Ken…do you want to do it again? I mean, I say ‘again’ even though we technically haven’t done it yet but maybe you just wanted this to be a fun romp and…”

He shut her up by reaching up and rubbing her nose. As her eyes crossed with the sudden pleasure he leaned up and kissed her pointed chin. “Lensha, you were the bane of my existence as a kid but I’d say you’ve more than made up for that. Yes, my dear, I want to do it. And then do it again.”

While his one hand kept up its snout-rubbing, Ken reached down and grabbed her topmost leg. It took a bit of effort thanks to its size, but he managed to sling her limb up and over his hip. Lensha moaned as he rubbed his length up and down her slit. Ken adjusted his angle and was rewarded with another, louder moan as he sank easily into her.

He hilted himself within her and paused for a moment, reveling in the sensation of her soft, lubricated walls gripping his cock. He could feel her clit rubbing against him as he withdrew, then thrust in again. As his thick tool massaged her little bud, Lensha tensed and let out a squeak that sounded almost ridiculous coming from two hundred pounds of sapient carnivore.

Ken paused. He was pretty sure that noise was a happy one, but he couldn’t be too careful. “Lensha? You okay?”

“Don’t…don’t you dare stop…” Lensha whispered.

Thus encouraged, Ken set about fucking her in earnest. He set a slow and steady rhythm so that they could both fully enjoy their lovemaking. Once more the waterslide above them began to reflect twinkling azure lights as Lensha began to pant. After a few minutes of his slow stroking, she growled and reached down to grab his ass with one big hand; now it was Ken’s turn to squeak.

With that grip obtained Lensha began fucking him, using him like a sex toy as she pumped him into her faster and faster. Thanks to Ken’s earlier climax it was taking longer, but he could still feel his oncoming orgasm due to the increased friction and speed.

“I…I’m getting close…” he gasped.

“Me too, baby,” she panted. “Just a little more…hold on…”

He tried to think of nullball statistics, orbital mechanics, anything non-sexy. But nothing could compete with the feel of that amazing, ribbed sex of hers sliding and clenching all along him. “Gah…” was all he got out before he came.

Ken’s hot seed drenched her insides, and in the midst of his joy he felt a tinge of sadness that he wasn’t able to hold out for her. That disquiet only lasted a moment, however, as Lensha gave out a loud roar of her own and shoved his face into her bosom; the leg hooked over his hip clamped him tight against her. The alien’s insides quaked around his erupting cock, and as the pair shook in their mutual orgasm her sparkles turned the walls of their little hideaway into a field of stars.

When it was all over, Lensha carefully rolled him over onto his back and sprawled on top of him. Her face set in a blissful, goofy grin as she stared down at Ken. Her once-neat mohawk of blue hair now stuck out at all angles. “All mine,” she said in a sing-songy tone. “You’re alllll mine nooowww....”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Ken said with an answering grin. “Wanna go back to my place?”

She lazily traced a claw through his sparse chest hair. “Mind if we go to mine instead? I’m sure yours is nice, but I need a pool to keep my skin properly hydrated and I don’t know if your bathtub will be big enough.”

Ken chuckled. “Fine by me. However, my dear Lensha, it just occurred to me that we have a slight problem.”

Her face creased in a slight frown. “Oh?”

“Well, my trunks are now all torn up. Your swimsuit is waaay over in the wave pool. So somehow, we need to get our bare asses all the way back to our respective lockers without getting seen…or more importantly, arrested.”