"Gods, Vir…" Kenna whined. Her hands, fisted in the bedsheets, clenched again as her lover withdrew his long, thick, forked tongue and ran it slowly up through her inner folds. He'd been feasting on her like this for nearly an hour, "savoring her nectar," as he put it.

The mandibles on either side of his jaw, vestiges of bygone generations of Kithrace, had been a surprise the first time he'd gone down on her. "Some human women find this… unsettling," his rich, low voice rumbled. The smirk on his lips and in his deep indigo eyes issued a challenge and warning at the same time. But she hadn't found them unsettling. Gods damned convenient was what they were. Once he had spread her thighs and then parted her slit with the two large fingers of one hand, the firm, diminutive protrusions framing his jaw comfortably spread her labia, granting him unprecedented access with that marvelously skilled forked tongue of his.

Not only could he hold her pussy open to him as long as he wished, as long as she would allow, but it left his hands free to explore, which was precisely what they were doing. He cupped her breasts with each hand, pinching and pulling her nipples to mimic the way the fork of his tongue was teasing her clit. With each gentle tug, the friction of his tongue and fingers on those most sensitive parts of her had her writhing madly.

Viratas chuckled, the vibration of the sound tickling her oversensitive skin. "Are you ready for more, beloved?" he asked. Gods, just the sight of him as he lifted his head from her nethers was enough to undo her. The first time he had eaten her out, he had made her so wet that her slick had dripped, literally dripped, from one of his mandibles. The shine of it on his pale blue skin, that same wicked smirk and glint in his eyes as he licked his lips and crawled up her body to kiss her was a mental image she went back to again and again when she was missing him in that way.

Kenna struggled up onto her elbows to see him better. She would never tell Viratas this, but a break from his tongue, just long enough for him to settle his massive frame above her, was exactly what she needed. A gentle relaxation of the tension he'd been steadily building, and building and building, just for a moment, so that she could fall into him and with him completely was what she needed. She nodded, and he shook his head, tsk-tsking at her.

"You know our rule, beloved. Let me hear you say it."

"You've been sucking my soul out through my pussy for the better part of an hour," Kenna complained. "Don't you think it's a little late for verbal consent?"

Vir sighed, resting his chin on her pubic bone. "Anything less than enthusiastic, verbal consent…"

"…is a no," Kenna grumbled. "Fine, yes. Please. Viratas Dori'maan, please, with sugar on top, would you please please fuck me until I can't remember my own name?"

"I was hoping for something a little more romantic." Vir's grin broadened as he rose to his knees to leave wet, sticky kisses in a trail up along the ridge of her pelvis and over her stomach. His weight settled easily against her, heavy and comforting, as he bracketed her shoulders with his elbows. One large hand cupped the top of her skull as he stroked a sweat-damp lock of her blond hair back off her forehead with his thumb. "Li'raahn," he murmured. Kenna didn't know much of his language, just enough to get by, and it was mostly professional language and context. But she did know this word. He'd whispered it into her ear hundreds of times. He had cried it out amid a string of unknown profanities as he reached his orgasm, and kissed it against her forehead as she fell asleep in his arms. It was the Kith word for "love."

He took his time, kissing softly against her temple, suckling the lobe of her ear, nuzzling against her jaw. All the while, his hips shifted slowly against hers, letting her get used to the feel of their weight and pressure, to the length of his cock slotting neatly between the folds of her sopping wet sex.

Kenna couldn't hold back much longer. She linked her fingers behind his neck, over the hard carapace that ran like plated armor from the top of his forehead down to the small of his back. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she rocked with him, trying to coax the head of his cock lower, to let it notch into her opening and pry her open for him with a stretch that she welcomed and craved.

WhenVir's lips finally found hers, Kenna met them with a searing, sloppy kiss. As she plunged her tongue into his mouth, tasting the sweet-salty bite of her cyprine fluid on his lips, she thrust her hips upward, forcing the flared head of his cock past the ringed muscle of her entrance. Their twin groans of pleasure harmonized, his providing the baritone to her alto. He liked to be still when he first entered her. Vir liked letting her stretch around him - liked feeling the whisper-soft flutterings of her vaginal muscles as they relaxed to accept his girth with the glacial slowness with which he filled her until the head of his penis pressed against her cervix and she could take no more of him.

But Kenna wanted none of that soft, respectful lovemaking. He chuckled darkly against her neck as she writhed under him, thrusting her hips up, all but shoving him deeper into her body. "It seems I am my own worst enemy," he grunted between burning kisses. "Have I worked my little love into such a lather that she can't wait for me?"

"You had your chance to be slow and soft, Star Man," Kenna growled as she took the skin just below his jaw between her teeth and bit. He groaned his appreciation, his hips thrusting down hard against hers. The force of his full length driving deep into her punched her breath out in a lewd gasp, silencing any further snark. Pain flared, sizzling through her brain for just a second until it melted into the delicious sensation of fullness taking his cock brought. He kept his weight on her for a few more seconds, stilling her hips until he couldn't stand the lack of friction any longer.

Her fingers scrabbled for purchase on the ridged shell over his shoulders when he withdrew nearly half his length before pushing back into her. The high, keening whine she made had been concerning at first, when he was still learning all the sounds of pleasure she made. Now, many months and many sessions later, he strove to pull that sound in particular from her long, slender throat. She made that sound when he hit exactly the right spots within her to have her body flexing and clenching wildly, chasing her release. Another withdrawal, another deep thrust, and the tension in his own abdomen had coiled tightly enough that he couldn't stop himself from rutting deep into her every time her hips rose to meet his.

"Kenna, Kenna, please.." he muttered against her lips, chasing them with his to kiss her again and again. Kenna nodded, her forehead resting against his. "Yes, yes, gods… I'm close, so close," she babbled. He liked watching her come, liked the desperation he saw when she kept eye contact with him while her body overrode that sharp, ever-busy brain of hers. Seeing her lose herself to pleasure he had caused never failed to bring his own release on. But he knew he couldn't let it happen this time.

Vir's thoughts waded through the lust-drenched swamp of his brain until he found the words. He stilled his thrusting, pinning her with his hips and pulling a frustrated little whine from her. "Will you do it, Kenna?" he asked. Kenna blinked, vainly searching her own memory for some clue as to what he wanted. "Will you be mother to my brood?"

It was as if he had thrown a bucket of cold water on her.

Vir had asked her the last time they had sex, and truthfully, she wasn't sure he was serious about it. When he growled out, "I long to see your belly rounded and full of my growing young," she thought it was the hot, dirty nonsense people sometimes said during sex. It had been hot. So hot that she had begged him to fill her as her moans shattered into a guttural scream and her vision went blank for those few, blissful seconds of orgasm.

"N-now? You're seriously asking me this now?" she panted, already knowing from the earnestness she saw in those dark eyes that he was indeed asking her to fundamentally change her life with his cock rooted deep in her cunt. But was it so awful? Had she not found herself considering it, fondly even, when she spotted one of the Kith children onboard in the mess or when she passed the other human/kithrace couple in one of the passageways?

"It's now, or two years from now when my cycle returns." His voice grew softer, quieter with each word. It wasn't fair. He knew it wasn't fair. He knew he should have swallowed his embarrassment and spoken to her when they were both sober and clear-headed. He was half-resigned to her rejection, already planning on finishing her, and then excusing himself to the w.c. to take care of his own needs and watch another clutch of his eggs, unfertilized, swirl down the toilet.

"Yes," she said, and he almost didn't hear her over the sound of his shame and regret. Kenna's hands slithered up to cup his cheeks and guide his eyes back to hers. "Yes, I will," she said and pulled his face back down to hers so she could kiss him slow and sweet.

"But I…" he began before she ran the tips of her fingers along the soft verge where the hard keratin plate on his head met the soft skin of his forehead, and she shushed him. His eyes closed as he tilted his head into her touch, humming.

"I love you, li'rhaan," she whispered against his lips, tightening her thighs around his hips again. If his faintly insectile face could look dopey, it certainly did as his grin spread across his lips. "I want this," she went on, her soft kisses growing hotter again as they landed on his cheeks, along his jaw, just at the sensitive base of the fold of skin that protected the opening of his ear. "I want you to give me our young."

The throaty noise that left him came from deep within his seldom-used secondary lungs, another relic of a time before his species had interbred with humans, when the wings that usually hid beneath the hard-shelled carapace on his back would have been iridescent and large enough for flight. Those wings fluttered free now, buzzing softly with excitement as he slowly began rebuilding the firm, deep thrusting rhythm he'd interrupted. Kenna purred beneath him, her legs eagerly clamping around his hips again as her libido, momentarily shocked into silence, leaped back, stronger than before.

"You will be the most beautiful mother," he growled, making the soft, little thrusts he knew made her claw at his back and say the most profoundly filthy things he'd ever heard a woman, human or kith, say. The pressure in his lower abdomen shifted slightly as he felt the first of his eggs descending into his cock, and he pushed deeper, letting the firm, round egg within him massage her channel while he aligned himself with the opening of her cervix. Another firm push, and she gave a sharp cry, her arms and legs shaking around him, tears springing to the corners of her eyes.

"It's all right, it's OK," he soothed, stroking her hair. The precum he secreted would dull the pain and soften her opening soon, but it couldn't banish the look of anguish on her face soon enough. At last, her breathing slowed from the rapid irregularity of pain back into the heavy, almost languid pace of pleasure.

"How am I doing, boss?" she asked, her eyes dreamy. Her hips wanted to move, to keep up the friction against those sensitive spots within her.

"You're doing so well for me," he cooed, brushing his thumb affectionately along her lips. "But I need you to stay still for me. Can you do that?" Her eyes clouded into a pout that made it hard for him not to chuckle at. "Don't worry," he said, replacing his thumb with a soft kiss. "You'll have enough stimulation. I promise."

As soon as he finished speaking, the first of the eggs made its way into his channel, pulling a surprised yip from Kenna as she felt it sliding down through him. The egg was probably about two to three inches in circumference, enough to put a delightful pressure on her most sensitive spots as it passed on to press against her cervix with an oddly pleasurable stretch until it passed through into her womb. This was a feeling that was wholly unique, that had her moaning deeply and her toes curling as the next egg pressed into her. Again and again, each egg that pushed into her womb had her whimpering, her orgasm so close, and yet, she was still unable to tip over the edge.

Vir pulled back onto his knees, his eyes roaming over her sweaty body to settle on the now softly rounded mound of her lower abdomen. He stroked his hands down from her breasts to her stomach, pressing gently over where he still nestled inside her. Stars flared behind her eyelids at the pressure, the elation of being so full, so close to release. He seemed to realize it too, as he twisted his hand around so his thumb could slip between the flushed, puffy lips of her cunt to brush roughly against the hard bud of her clit while he resumed pumping his cock into her. It took only a few strokes to have her screaming his name as her hips stuttered and she shook all over. His own release soon followed, forcing him to collapse back on top of her to seed her full and fertile womb.

When he disengaged from her at last, Vir settled behind her, making that soft, purr-like sound against her neck that he always made when they were both sated and wallowing in the afterglow. She liked nestling under his chin, feeling small and safe in his arms as he held her. This time, instead of cupping around her breast or tucking under her ribcage, as one of his hands usually did, it curled lightly over the new swell of her belly, stroking comforting nonsense patterns into the firm flesh beneath his palm as she drifted off to sleep.

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At first, the idea was thrilling. Ever since you'd read the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur in grade school, you’d been fascinated with the idea of being chased by one. Even after meeting the minotaur chasing you, a tall, handsome male named Andreas with soft, wet brown eyes, a warm smile, and acres of well-defined muscles, you were still excited for the chase. He chuckled when he told you that a surprisingly high number of human women opted for the high adventure package.

But, with your heart pounding louder in your ears than your feet on the stone floor of the maze, you were starting to think your friends may have been right. Every so often, a roar would come floating over the maze's walls, sending you into a fresh sprint. You knew one loose stone, one wrong turn, one pause in the wrong spot could mean being caught. And then, if he caught you, well, anything could happen.

It happened before you realized it. You had been running full bore down a straight-away that ended in a T-junction. You hadn’t realized how much speed you’d built up until you went around the corner and couldn’t slow down enough to make the turn safely. You slammed into the rock wall of the maze, bruising your shoulder and forearm hard enough to make you stop running. In the second it took for you to cradle your arm to your side, big arms closed around your torso from behind and lifted you off your feet. A rough palm closed over your mouth, cutting off the scream just as it was bubbling up from your throat.

“Gotcha!” came the deep, breathless voice at your ear. “You gave me quite the chase, sweet girl,” he murmured. You could feel the heat of his breath, cooling the sweat on your neck and brow.

“Damn,” you muttered. “I thought I was going to make it.” You wriggled in his arms, making him laugh.

“You almost did,” he said, tightening his grip. “But I think you deserve a consolation prize for that run.”  He set you down on your feet and spun you around to face him. “Would you like that, sweet girl?” You fought hard to keep your face neutral, even as the low embers of desire burning in your core since the start of your run leaped up to spread a delicious heat through you.

“What’s the prize?” you asked, looking him up and down. His long tongue ran out to lick his lips as he mimicked your lingering gaze.

“I think you know,” His eyes lingered on the valley between your breasts that led down into your sports bra. “Girls like you don’t sign up to be chased by a minotaur for our sparkling conversation,” he said.  

As if he needed help proving his point, his arms wrapped around you again, hoisting you off your feet. Your legs wrapped easily around his trim waist to settle your hips against his. “Besides,” he grunted, one large hand cupped your ass, supporting you, while the other slid up your ribs, roughly grabbing your breast. “I could smell how wet you were from almost ten meters away.”  It made you shift your hips, pressing your sex against him. There was no sense in hiding any longer. He could feel the squirming movements of your hips, seeking the length of his cock stiffening through the thin fabric of your running shorts. He ground up against you, making you whimper with need.

He kissed and licked along your neck until he reached your ear. “You want this cock, sweet girl?” he asked. “You want me to give you your prize?” You nodded, practically writhing against him.

“Say it,” he hissed against your ear. “Tell me how much you want it.” His big hand wrapped around your hips, pushing your wet cunt against his cock through the thin fabric that separated you.

“Please,” you moaned, barely above a whisper. He slid one hand down to explore the damp gusset between your thighs. His thick fingers prodded up and down along the seam of your pussy through the fabric.

“Louder, sweet girl. I want to hear you beg for what you want,” he groaned. You held on tightly to his neck with one arm while you pushed the fingers of your other hand into the curls at the nape of his neck. You kissed eagerly along his long jaw to his mouth, his tongue meeting and twining with yours.

“Please,” you whined between kisses. “Please fuck me.”

He chuckled, tasting your mouth with his tongue. He dug his thick fingers into the fabric of your shorts, pressing hard on your throbbing clit before releasing his hold. You slithered down his body with a frustrated whine as he guided you to your knees with gentle pressure.

“First, you’re going to taste my cock,” he said. His hand undid the clasp holding his loincloth up and let it flutter to the floor. Though the light in the maze was dim, you could still clearly see the girthy length of his erection as it bounced free. Without having to be told, you nuzzled against the base of it, licking over his heavy balls as you made your way up toward the tip. Taking all of him in your mouth was out of the question. He was too thick. Too long. But you could certainly squeeze and lick and suck as much as you could manage. You could run your tongue along his weeping slit, lapping up the sticky beads of precum. You loved hearing him groan, feeling his fingers wrap around your ponytail to guide your head where he wanted it as you tried to fit him into your mouth.

He pulled your head back, pulling your mouth off the head of his cock with a lewd pop. In seconds, he pushed you down onto your back, yanking your sports bra over your head, nearly tearing your shorts as he ripped them down off your hips. His long, thick finger ran between the sopping wet lips of your cunt to gather some of your slick and rub it over your clit. Your hips bucked upward, following his hand as he teased you open for him.

“I think you’re ready for my cock, sweet little human,” he said, pulling you up into his lap. You could only nod as you looped your arms around his neck again. He guided your shaky legs around his hips with one hand while he dragged the thick head of his cock over your sensitive little bud. You thrust against him, trying to coax him to your entrance.

The stretch of him as his cock pushed into you was incredible. You’d heard people talk about being split in half but had never really appreciated what it meant. He tried to hold you up, to let you sink slowly down onto him and adjust to his girth, but the feeling of him filling you was too much to resist. You pushed down with a guttural moan until he was fully rooted deep within you.  

He let you rest for a few moments, holding you still with both hands on your hips. You felt so satisfyingly full that you could hardly feel yourself twitching and clenching around him, but he definitely could, if his breathy little moans were any indication. Slowly, he lifted you up by your hips, savoring the desperate moan you made before he let gravity drag you back down. He tilted you back as you rode him to watch himself disappear into your tight folds, to watch the outline of his glans push against your abdomen each time he reached the end of your channel.

The rough pounding almost overwhelmed the tightening sensation that built in your gut with each velvet drag of him over every tender spot within you. But soon enough, as both of your moans grew louder, as he worked your body up and down on his long shaft, it became impossible to ignore the feeling of getting closer to the precipice. He must have been close, too. He roared again, pulling you down hard and bucking up into you at the same time. Your hand scrabbled across his taught, straining stomach, looking for any kind of purchase to hold onto as you tumbled over the edge into orgasm with him. His hands caught and cradled you, rocking with you as your clenching pussy milked load after heavy load from his cock.

At last, your tired muscles couldn’t hold you upright any longer, and he chuffed out a soft laugh as he bundled you down against his chest. “I take it back,” he muttered as he nuzzled against your sweaty brow. “I think you won, after all, sweet girl.”

You giggled, gently twisting your fingers in the longer fur that ran down between his clavicles like a downy cravat. “I think we both won,” you teased.

After a few moments, he helped you stand and handed you a towel, cleverly concealed within his discarded loincloth. “I’m not really supposed to do this,” he said, suddenly shy as he looked away to give you some privacy while you cleaned up. “I’m not supposed to do any of what we just did. A lot of the guys do, but...” He trailed off, shaking his large head.

“No, I would think railing the clients is probably frowned upon. Great customer service, though. Five stars,” you said, laughing with him as the two of you made your way toward the maze exit.

“Nooo,” he said, still chuckling. “Definitely not supposed to do that.” He ran one of his big hands through the curls that spilled down between his horns, over his brow. “I’m not supposed to do this either, but, uh,” he continued. If he hadn’t just screwed you within an inch of your life, you’d have sworn he was nervous.  “I’d like to see you again. Can I get your number?”

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“Oh no,” Tresh said softly. His dark green faced had paled as he looked around at the circle of fungi with wide, concerned eyes. “We gotta get out of here,” he said. His movements were careful as he rose to his feet and held out a hand to you. “Move slow and be very careful,” he said, his eyes still darting around the circle.

You weren’t sure if you were still shaken from your tumble down the hill, or if it was the genuine concern creasing his brow, but you weren’t about to argue with him. You had just made it to your feet again when you heard a sudden hiss-puff sound, and Tresh swore. He picked up his hiking boot and saw another mushroom ground into its tread. You were about to ask him why he was so worried when a whole chorus of the same little explosions surrounded you. One by one, the bulbous caps of the mushrooms burst, releasing a fine green mist of spores into the air.

Tresh clapped one large green hand over his own mouth and nose and was reaching for your face when suddenly, you sneezed. Then sneezed again. And again. Dizziness overwhelmed you, and you reached for Tresh’s arm. You hadn’t realized that your palm was tingling where it landed on the mushroom until it connected with his surprisingly soft, warm skin.