The First Nova I See Tonight by Jason Kilgore (the false prince .txt) 📕

and navel. The fur there was a paler shade of lavender, almost white, down to her crotch.

Dirken felt himself growing as he watched, straining against his leather pants.

Then she let the outfit drop. Past her waist. Past her hips.

She stood there in unabashed nudity, tail flicking.

His eyes fell to her thighs — and between them. The slim mound of her pubis fell away to dark blue, exquisite lips.

He drew in a ragged breath and looked up at her face.

She smiled, her eyes half-closed. She reached down, picked up his right hand and the burn cream he still held. Squeezed the tube. Rubbed the cream over the palm where the pirate's blaster had exploded during the firefight. "You need a tender touch, Dirken." She took his hand in both of hers. Massaged his palms. Slipped her fingers between his.

He nodded, eyes fixed on hers. The relief from the burn cream was instantaneous, but he hardly noticed as she rubbed him.

She placed his hand on her left thigh, the tips of his fingers wrapping around to lay on her left butt cheek. Then she unbuttoned his shirt.

"Take it off," she said.

He did as told. Stripped off his shirt and vest.

He started to take off his holster, but she stopped him. "Leave it on. I want to feel your weapon against me."

She unbuttoned his pants, hands lingering over his tight groin, then tugged off his pants and boots.

He was now fully erect and exposed — nude except for his blaster and gun belt and the vambrace bracelets.

He wrapped his left hand around her waist and ran his right palm up the inside of her athletic thigh. Fingers ran through soft fur. He leaned forward and planted a kiss next to her navel. The fur was lighter and thinner there than elsewhere.

His fingers reached the crease where thigh met groin. She was so warm. So soft. Yielding.

Eow moaned as he touched her, exploring, caressing. She was already so wet there. Instead of a single clitoris like a human, a half dozen lined her vulva. She shivered each time his fingers orbited one.

Dirken started to lay down, but she shook her head. Pushed him back into a sitting position, his back against the cushions.

Eow positioned herself over his left leg. Leaned over him. Her paw-like hand caressed his face, then lightly ran a finger across his lips. Down his neck. Into the hair of his chest.

Her face was so close to his. He wanted to kiss her, but she moved aside and nuzzled his ear as her hand continued downward over his tight belly, her breath warm against his neck.

Pleasure washed over him as she caressed his cock. He leaned back into the cushions, letting the bliss take him, and wrapped his arms around her slim frame.

She nipped his ear, then ran her fangs down his neck. The sensation sent shivers down his body.

He tried to guide her onto him, but she flexed her hand. Black claws came out. She lightly raked them down his chest— not hard enough to break the skin, but a light scratch that excited him, sent waves of pleasure through him. His heart pumped furiously.

Then she smiled, looking him directly in the eyes. Came closer. Her lips joined with his. Her tongue was rough like sandpaper, but he didn't push her away. For many minutes they embraced, exploring each other.

Then Eow bit his lower lip, her fangs drawing blood. He winced, and she pulled away, laughing. She licked the blood off her own lips, then kissed him again, softer.

She pulled away again, then turned her back to him. Situated herself against him. Lowered herself onto him as he wrapped his arms around her firm waist.

They both gasped in ecstasy as he entered her from behind.

Dirken pulled her tight against him. She was as soft as satin. Her tail pressed against his belly and sinuated.

They moved as one entity, and for those moments he couldn't believe his fortune. She was so soft, yet so athletic. The moment was sheer joy, like the breeze blowing through hair in an open hovcar.

Her anatomy was surprisingly human, but muscles moved inside, stroking him, urging him inward.

He had to fight to keep from finishing too soon. He thought about his blaster — about the power pack. I need to replace the power pack. I need to… need to buy a new….

He ran his hand up her belly and across the rows of nipples.

"Bite me," she whispered, undulating her body, rubbing herself against his gun belt.

"What?"

"Bite my neck!" It was a command. "The hairless spot!"

Dirken pulled her tight against him. Was this an Ananak thing? Or just a fetish?

At the base of the back of her neck was the ovoid bald spot he'd seen back in the cell. The skin was a little tougher there, like her palms, as if designed for this.

"Do it now!" she urged, breathless.

He opened his mouth. Teeth against skin. Bit down. There was the acid taste of sweat. But more than that, a peculiar musk. It tasted good. Smelled like sex. Made him hold her tighter.

She moved faster. Reached back to grip him. Her claws were out. "Harder! Bite me harder!"

He did as she said, fearing to break her skin.

She leaned forward. Groaned in ecstasy. Bucked. She shoved and scraped against the wall in front of them. Pushed herself hard against him. Panted. Emitted an animalistic, deep-throated rumble as he pumped. Her tail wrapped around his leg and squeezed.

He could hardly control himself. He moaned, trying not to lose the grip of his teeth against her movement. "Ohhh," he moaned, losing the bite. Thrusted harder. "Oh… fuck…!"

She cried out in ecstasy. He finished in an explosive wave of rapture. Reared his head back with the orgasm as they finished together.

He lowered his forehead against her back as she slowed her movement. Sweat slicked her fur. Her back rose and fell with urgent breaths.

Dirken heard a grunt, then looked up, blinking.

Yiorgos stood in the narrow opening to the front cockpit, his hand