Cultural Exchange, Pt. 2

And now, the finale for this short story.

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The pounding of Sishra'simarsas heart made her normally sluggish blood sing in her ears. She could practically see the blush radiating off her face as the diminutive human Elias practically dragged her through the hotel lobby. He was . . . far more feisty than she had expected. His fingers enmeshed with hers as they waited for the dull chime of an arriving lift, and as the two of them stepped into the elevator a thought meant to stay silent and internal slipped out of her. “<Humans are cute. Humans are pure. Humans are not for lewdness.>” 

The cute, pure, decidedly not lewd human had looked up at her with a half lidded expression of hardly-restrained lip-biting unadulterated lust. “[What was that again? I’m not sure I caught that last bit.]” His free arm snaked around her hip and gave her a light squeeze, coaxing a full body shiver from her. “[Something about cute humans being purely for lewdness?]”

Her mouth opened, closed, and opened again without any sound coming out.

Elias, looking up at her slightly concerned, loosened his grip. “[You . . . umm. When I invited you to come see where I was staying . . . the implicit invitation was for something a bit more intimate.]” 

Her eyes were locked forward, and even Elias seemed to be faltering slightly now. “[I just mean, I thought that’s . . . kinda what you were into. No offense, but you seemed the type.]”

Sishra'simarsas head whipped around to face the human that had backed up against the far wall of the lift. “<Type? What type? Type for what?>” Her gaze would have been witheringly intense if it were not for the very apparent quiver in her voice.
 

“[You know . . . a human-phile.]” He shrugged slightly. “[And that’s cool. I mean . . . I wouldn’t be inviting you back to my place if I wasn’t interested in a little bit of cross-species exploration myself.]”

 

He pulled back, giving her a respectful amount of distance and raised his hands in a placating gesture. “[Kind of assumed a lot of things about your body language. The subtle hood flare, the blushing, excessive tail movement . . . I mean all of it is textbook partner-signaling in your species. My graduate thesis was in nonverbal communication. Xeno, nonverbal communication.]”

Sishra'simarsas looked at him, watching as his dipped his head slightly, and narrowed his shoulders. In a male Jornissian, it would be a sign of attraction, and a little bit of respectful deference. As she looked at the impish twinkle in his eyes, and the confident grin on his face, she came to a singular conclusion.

 

Humans could definitely be for lewds. Tiny, adorable, confident, surprisingly eager lewds.

“<Y-you’re not . . . wrong. About the human-liking thing.> She swallowed hard, and fought down her own anxiety, and made her move. She towered over him as she crossed the small distance between them in the elevator. Her tail snaked around, pressing into the small of his back as she forced his much smaller frame up against hers. 

A an ear to ear grin of unabashed desire erupted across his face, and her own considerable blush intensified tremendously. “[So . . . let’s head back to my place then, yeah?]”

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They had barely reached Elias’s apartment with their clothes on, and hadn’t made it through the entryway before he had found a little crease where her abdomen met her powerful tail that was particularly sensitive to his touch. He worked his hands across her smooth, slightly cool to the touch scales, reveling in every little twitch and untranslatable vocalization. In turn, she struggled to peel him numerous layers of clothes off without interrupting his aggressive ministrations overmuch, eager to help him explore her just as she sought to explore him.

Her hoodie was discarded somewhere by the front door, and everything above his belt was somewhere in the hallway. There were a few disparate articles of clothing scattered about the kitchen, and by the time they had reached his bedroom there was nothing between them but a great deal of friction.

His flesh was clear, smooth, and surprisingly hot, and as he pressed his bare torso against hers she couldn’t help but reflexively curl around the squirming bundle of warm tactile pleasure. Little croons of fawning adoration turned into muffled hisses of pleasure as his wandering hands found the heated nexus of her desire and began to tease her relentlessly.

They didn’t bother speaking as they both indulged their barely restrained desires for one another. He planted a string of kisses down her body, finally stopping at the little bud of pleasure that was nestled at the peak of her sex. She pressed her tail into the back of his head, driving his face more forcefully into her folds.

His fingers teased, prodded, and probed at her slick inner walls while his tongue ran circles around her clit, drawing forth a chest-heaving cry of ecstatic bliss from her. “<Y-yesssssss . . .>” She moaned, or as close to moaned as Jornissians could get. Her vocalizations only seemed to drive him onward, harder and faster as her arousal-slicked lips were lovingly abused by his short, blunt, and surprisingly powerful tongue.

“<Elias~!>” Her sibilant whisper of pleasure gave him brief pause, and an excuse to come up for air. With a cock-sure grin, he took the moment to rest his chin on her abdomen, his own body trembling with a mixture of want and exhilaration. “[Yes? Something the matter?]”

She ran her fingers through his hair lovingly, looking down at the sexually adventurous and energetic human. “<Elias . . . if you keep it up I’ll be spent before you get anything inside me . . .>” She could barely suppress a light chuff of laughter. The passion, the heat, the remarkably dexterous human with his face buried in her nethers. It was all like some tawdry, self-insert fan-fiction, and she was loving every moment of it. 

“[Oh? So does that mean . . .]” She watched with a mixture of apprehension and excitement as Elias shifted about in her coils. Apprehension turned to back-arching tension as she felt something begin to penetrate her. Small, but hot and pulsing in time with his pounding heart, she firmly pressed her tail against the small of his back to drive him all the way to his hilt in a single thrust.

The throaty moan that escaped Elias filled her with a certain smug satisfaction, one she expressed by craning her neck to kiss him, full on the mouth. Her long, serpentine tongue couldn’t really be said to battle with his, as it was decidedly a one sided affair, but he put up a valiant (and rather enjoyable) fight to keep it even.

His moans reverberated into her mouth as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. His speed and tempo were steady, but she could feel his heart racing in his chest. Just like hers.
 

“<That’s exactly what- mmph . . . I meant.>” Her coiled tail gave the human just a touch of assistance and power behind his thrust, and between the two of their efforts the bed began to creak and thump in time with their writhing. Just as her tail gripped his entire body, so did her insides grip at his member. With every thrust they tried to pull him deeper, and with every attempt to withdraw they milked him mercilessly.

She had been close to climax when he had put it in, but she was rapidly catching him up with her masterful, if instinctive internal caress. Both of them were panting, heaving messes mere minutes into the mingling of bodies, and as the dull thump and creak of the bed began to reach a fevered pitch so too did their own cries of ecstasy. 

“<E-Elias… I’m close!>” She groaned into his neck, tongue flicking across his ear. His only reply was a masculine grunt as he hilted, and she suddenly felt a surge of warmth and twitching inside her body. It wasn’t so much that the stimulation drove her over the edge, but the very idea of it. The notion of her own mating partner, a human one, painting her insides with his virile seed pushed her to shuddering, moaning orgasm.

Her coils tightened around him, and she pulled his face into her chest with joint popping force. Both of their minds were blank, and they held there for a drawn out moment of pure joy. The coils around Elias’s body slowly began to loosen, and the turgid rod buried inside Sishra'simarsas began to deflate. They basked silently in the afterglow of their lascivious mingling, playful pawing at each other as they waited to catch their respective breaths.
 

“[That was amazing.]” Elias spoke first, his hands still lightly running along the little shift in scale pattern where Sishra'simarsas abdomen met her tail. It was sensitive, and it made her shiver with something bordering on over-stimulation. 

She gave him the Jornissian equivalent of a smile, and booped his nose with her own snout. “<Y-you too.>”