OOCS, Into A Wider Galaxy, Part 644

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The Dauntless

Warli’Satha does not hesitate and the tongue of an Apuk Noblewoman is in Christos mouth in moments. There is a cross between clumsiness and eagerness that is making her fumble at her own bodice ever so slightly in unbuckling and unstrapping herself from her own clothing. She’s clearly never done this before.

Thankfully Christos not only has, but many of his wives have a blindfolded and deafened kink. They like it when he can guess who’s who from the taste, feel and smell alone. They know he’s slowly developing Axiom sensing, but that just means he can be cheeky and ‘cheat’.

Her bodice hits the floor closely followed by the undershirt. The jewellery stays on as a singly flick of his wrist has her bra unhooked and he slowly peels it off her.

“You know what you’re doing.” Warli’Satha notes.

“And you clearly don’t.” Bruna’Rella mocks her from the side. Warli turns her head to reply and Christos gently reorients back to him.

“Lesson time.” he says reaching down and with just a touch of Axiom he unbuttons everything and the lower half of her outfit falls to the floor. Leaving her in her stockings, heels and panties only. He then slowly runs his hands down her side, feeling out her silky smooth skin. A funny little thing you notice, is that few mammals are ever truly furless. Even humans have a tiny, tiny layer of fur all over their bodies.

But other classes of creatures? Reptiles? Fish? Avians? Truly bare where there is no hair. The bare palms and fingers are touching truly smooth skin and no hair in the way, feeling her twitch and excitement grow ever so as me moves down to her waist then hips. Then slowly, oh so slowly, pulling down her panties.

Tailed species have a few answers to the underwear issue. And Warli’s answer is to wear a type that has a stretchy back band that lets her just slip them on and move on. No buttons, not ties, no clips or other silliness. Just extra stretchy underwear. Second easiest after just going without.

There is a slight scoffing from Bruna’Rella at the sight of Warli’s panties, but no actual comments.

“Now then.” Christos says as a they’re both fully ready. “Table, counter, chair or bed?”

“Yes.” Warli’Satha answers and he tilts up her chin to kiss her on the lips.

“Good choice.” He says picking her up somewhat and striding. Bruna’Rella slips out of the way as they go right for the table she had been sitting at and Warli’s bare bottom touches the cool, fake wood top and it’s used as a slight bit of resistance as he goes from carrying her to advancing on her. The Tattoos around his thighs being used expertly so he’s at just the right angle to...

There is a slight cry of pain and a gasp as a flood of sensations pour through. She blinks in seeming shock with her hands on his shoulders and then her arms start wrapping around him, slowly.

“Are you alright.” He asks as he feels her now very hard and very eager nipples press against his chest.

“More. I want more.” She says and he pulls out a bit before slamming into her with a slap. Not quite wet yet as they have yet to get to that point. But she gasps as the sensation mostly returns and she can feel something building.

He starts to slowly piston in and out, taking his time as she gasps in renewed shock that slowly gives way to more pleasurable little hitches of breath and near vocalizations of pleasure. She’s trying to keep herself dignified as she’s driven to leaning further and further back as Christos slams into her over and over again, harder and harder, faster and faster until she lets out a scream and there is a crunching noise as she grips the table too hard and it cracks down the middle.

Christos is however both a father and a husband, he is practised and he catches Warli’Satha before she can fall and her legs lock around him. Then his own stance starts to break a little as the sensation of her pulling back onto him and the sheer suddenness of her orgasm and the table breaking, breaks his concentration and Warli gets another assault of pheromones as her body starts to heat up.

He slowly pulls her up and she stands, staggers as she loses balance on her heels for a moment and leans against him to try and get herself focused again. He’s still mostly in her, but soft enough now that she’s not trying to manoeuvre around it being there.

She’s blushing heavily and hard at her loss of control and then glances back as the Axiom swells a little and the repair totem worked into the underside of the table goes to work and it snaps back into a single piece. “So that’s what that does.”

“That’s what you have to say?” Christos teases and Warli’Satha goes a little more red.

“I! It...” She looks to where Bruna’Rella is less watching and more gaping now as she’s never been seen by anyone short of her family in a state so vulnerable and open.

“It’s alright. Only family is here. Even if you’re in competition.” Christos promises her and her face goes into something that is longing and dredging up far more from deep, deep down.

Her arms wrap around him and she kisses him in a very wet way as tears spill from her eyes. He hefts her up ever so as he returns the hug and sees that the energy boiling in her is shifting and moving in ways that are hard to describe.

Which means he’s going to have to fill out a research report around his sex life.

Life is weird.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” He assures her gently even as Bruna’Rella has somehow approached soundlessly in her heels and gives her a gentle hug and reassurance.

“I felt something too. We really are linked.” Bruna’Rella says gently. Then guides her to a chair to sit. “Well then, Mister Medic. It’s my turn.”

“Is it?” Christos asks Warli’Satha over her shoulder and the still confused and vulnerable woman nods. “Very well then.”

He kisses Bruna’Rella and there is a slight reaction on Warli’Satha as well. Reaching up to her lips as if she had felt something.

A quick bit of work with his fingers and Bruna’Rella’s top has fallen away, he’s worked even faster this time and the bra has fallen off with it. She lets out a slight gasp as his hands are already in position and his thumbs lightly teasing her hardening nipples. Again there is a reaction from Warli’Satha. The link is potent now.

Christos smirks to himself as he realizes the opportunity before him. A slight tweak of each nipple to make sure she’s got some feeling in them but nowhere near enough to cause pain. Bruna’Rella’s back arches ever so and his hands drop to go for the buttons and bits of string keeping her skirt on.

Bruna’Rella’s answer to the problem of tails and underwear is apparently to not wear any at all. Which means that Christos then moves directly to the next part.

“Are you ready?” He asks her a hand lightly brushing the side of her face.

“A different performance for me?”

“Despite the link you’re different women. So you get a different show.” He says as he leans down ever so and nibbles lightly on her ear. She shudders and there are two intakes of breath. “And I’m going to see if I can’t get you both with the link.”

“What?”

“I am going to fuck you so hard, that Warli is going to orgasm again. Understand?”

“Oh I’m in danger.”

“No, the danger is going to be in you.” He answers picking her up in his strong arms and then walking a few steps until he’s partially sitting on the table. Then he lowers her, with perfect accuracy right onto his member. She pulls in a slow breath before suddenly gasping hard and her eyes going wide as he feels something deep down tear. Both Rivals were virgins then. Which makes sense. Any man that had been with one of them would have been with both in short order.

Then as she starts to get a little more comfortable, he bucks upwards and then she comes back down, having never left the reach of his penis and lets out a cry as the slapping sound of her rear hitting his thighs rings out.

He starts tossing her up over and over again, bouncing her on his penis over and over as she gasps, moans and utterly fails to form a coherent word. Then. He abruptly stops and as she pants and cools down ever so and looks to him.

“Is something...” She starts to say and then is bounced again and again.

“I just wanted your guard down.” He answers as he gets into a rhythm that while not as violent is still a balancing act.

“You’re using the tattoos to che! Hee! Hee! Heat!”

“I’m using the tattoos to what?” He teases her as he rolls her around. Using the Axiom Tattoos even more blatantly just to rub it in.

“That’s nah, nah, not fair!” She protests.

“How is it not fair?” He asks with a big grin as he watches her squirm and try to get some sense of things as he works her around. She keeps trying to use her legs to lock around him, but doesn’t have the sense of balance to stay on top of him and has to put her feet on the floor, but she keeps losing her balance and falling and rolling back onto his dick over and over again before she suddenly grabs onto his hips and starts to squeeze her legs against him.

Her hands grip hard and the fingernails draw some blood as she shudders and can’t even breath before suddenly gasping and panting before falling forward, limp and exhausted onto him. Warli’Satha in her chair gives out a suppressed moan as she is indeed linked.

Bruna’Rella pants a little against him and opens her eyes after a moment. “That was...”

“Round one.” Christos says. “Think you two can try tag-teaming me for round two?”

“Round two? But I haven’t even...” Bruna’Rella begins and then gasps as she feels him let go inside her, he relaxes a little. “Is this a game?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Why not have fun while having fun?” He asks.

“You’re still cheating with those tattoos.” She says as the pheromones hit her harder and harder and she starts to wrap he arms around him. Just breathing in his scent as it grows more and more appealing. And considering it started at outright addicting, it has only grown more intense.

“I’m cheating to make this better. I think we can agree it’s a good cheat.”

“You wouldn’t do so well without the tattoos.” She chides him, tryign to take control of the situation. He squirms ever so and his still hard penis moves in such a way she gasps ever so.

“Do you want me to do worse?” He asks her.

“No.”

“Then no more complaining.” He says before leaning up a little. “These little markings let me move and perform in ways that even the naughtiest of naughty videos struggle to keep up with. Do you want it to be a natural talent, or do you want hardcore porn to be boring compared to your actual sex life?”

“We can never let the family know.” She says trying to straighten up but she’s in such a state that ever bit of rising causes her to whimper a bit more and a bit more as she goes. He rises up fully and picks her up under the thighs before rising fully, still inside her, and then slowly lifting her off.

She clenches as hard as she can with her vagina and lets out a slight whimper as he leaves her entirely.

He grabs a chair and sets it beside were Warli’Satha is sitting and lets her down gently.

He then stands in front of them both and blatantly, obviously and grandly charges Axiom through the tattoos and can outright feel the energy running through this balls as he goes from satisfied to READY.

“Shall we continue?” He asks.

“... What have you been getting up to?”

“There will be nights where I am with everyone simultaneously and leaving no one unattended. I have practice in marathons. It’s a point of pride for more sexually active Undaunted Men.”

“Humans ARE from a porno.” Both Rivals say at once and Christos chuckles.

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