Worlds Apart

"Oh, Jamie...you little..." Her breathy whine trailed off into an animal snarl as he circled the firm nub of flesh with his tongue, swirling it around the bead of sensitive tissue. "I'll get you back for this," she added, throwing her head back as he pursed his lips around it. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk...just as soon as..."

Jamie felt her steely thighs snap shut around his head, his oversized partner shivering as he doted on her. They were so powerful that she could have crushed his skull like an egg, but even in the throes of her desire, she retained enough control over her faculties to remain gentle. The threat was hardly a deterrent, and he began to curl his fingers against the roof of her undulating tunnel, probing for a weak spot that he knew from prior experience was there. She quickly realized what he was doing, her face flushing a deeper shade of red, one of her furry hands rising to her chest.

She cupped one of her breasts, kneading it, baring her teeth as her pleasure mounted. Even in her oversized hand, the globe of wobbling flesh still looked suitably massive, spilling from her grasp as she delved her fingers into its yielding surface. She had to be careful to keep her claws out of the way, pinching one of her nipples between her fleshy pads. Jamie would have liked nothing more than to lend his assistance, but her chest was out of his reach.

"Up a little," she mumbled, her eyelids fluttering as he slid his fingers deeper. "A little more..." She bucked suddenly, spasming around his buried digits, grinding her vulva against his face. "Fuck, there!" she grunted, her tone almost pleading.

Jamie pressed his fingertips into her g-spot, making slow circles as her muscular passage resisted him, lapping at her engorged clitoris all the while.

"Don't you dare stop," she growled, her grip on his hair becoming tighter. Her clawed toes raked at the carpet, her furry tail whipping back and forth on the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the tension that was building up inside her in the way that she desperately ground her loins against his lips, in the way that her tunnel wrung his digits in powerful contractions.

She collapsed onto her back, the bedframe emitting a worrying creak, covering her face with her hands as Jamie sent her over the edge. Her rump left the mattress, her back arching as her sculpted muscles tensed, Jamie rising to his feet as he struggled to keep his lips locked to hers. He withdrew his fingers along with a drooping web of her viscous juices, continuing to nurse her clitoris with his tongue, easing out the wracking pulses of her orgasm. The waves of pleasure crashed over her, her lustrous figure twitching and contorting as her torment dragged on, every soft part of her body seeming to quiver with her every twitch.

Her spasms gradually became less frequent, her breathing growing deeper, the last stray jolts of ecstasy rippling through her as she collapsed back onto the bed in a writhing heap. Jamie withdrew, and she replaced his tongue with her fingers, rubbing out one last shivering aftershock as he wiped her come from his chin.

Jamie crawled his way up onto the bed to lie beside her, draping his arm across her belly, his erection pressing into the meat of her thigh. They remained that way for a while, Jamie running his fingers over her glistening abs as she caught her breath, her massive body shuddering gently as the last errant pulses of pleasure tickled her.

"I needed that," she sighed, rolling onto her side to face Jamie. Their difference in stature put him at chest-height to her, Liz smirking as she buried him in a landslide of wobbling flesh. Her satin-smooth skin was slightly damp with her sweat, making it slippery, each of her mammoth breasts larger than his head. The squashy globes seemed to pour around his cheeks like cake batter, and he pushed his face deeper into her boundless cleavage, her boobs making for admirable pillows. He had little choice but to inhale her scent, the floral aroma of what must have been her body wash blending with her exertion, hooking him like a drug.

"I could get used to this," he mumbled, his voice muffled by her bosom.

"Sure beats getting myself off," Liz chuckled. "You can't imagine what a pain in the ass it is."

"Because of your claws?" Jamie asked.

"Not just that," she replied, shifting her weight a little so that he could surface from between her boobs like a dolphin breaching for air. "When Borealans fight...it's arousing, like you wouldn't believe. Your hormones are raging, you're full of adrenaline, the taste of your opponent's blood is on your lips. It's so..." She trailed off, her eyes losing their focus as she reminisced about past bouts. "Whoever wins the fight usually mates with the loser, it ensures that only the strongest and most dominant genes are passed on to the next generation of Borealans. The desire is overpowering."

"But...you never did that?" Jamie asked.

"Nah," she replied. "Like I said, I had already experienced something better, something deeper. I wanted what you had given me, what we had shared, and I couldn't find it on Borealis. My pack would have made themselves available to me if I had wanted it," she added, "they even offered on a few occasions. They must have thought I was crazy to lock myself away with only my fingers and my memories."

She leaned down, her lips an inch from his ear, breathing warm air on him as she whispered lasciviously.

"Whenever I felt the urge, I'd compose myself, go to a private place...and then rub myself raw until my come ran down my thighs." Jamie's head swam as she pinched the tip of his ear between her teeth, tugging it softly. "All while thinking about you, about that night we spent together, about the taste of your sweat. I get to have you all to myself now, no more locking myself away and this time. Don't ever let me get myself off again," she said sternly, as though it were an accusation. "Say it," she whispered, "say that you'll always be there when I want you."

"I-I'll...ah!" Jamie flinched as she pinched his earlobe between her pointed teeth. "I'll always be there when...you want me."

She grinned, wrapping her muscular arms around him and squeezing the air from his lungs in a bear hug. She pressed him into her boobs again, burying him in flesh as soft as putty, her wonderful scent invading his mind as he took in a deep breath.

"I want you again right now," she insisted, releasing her tight hold on him. She rolled over onto her back, her shifting weight making the mattress sag towards her. Jamie couldn't take his eyes off her breasts as she changed position, her fat quivering like a plate of jello, her boobs struggling to maintain their perfect shape as their weight draped them over her torso. She propped herself up on her elbows, splaying her glossy thighs in invitation, her smile growing wider as his eyes wandered down between them.

"Back when we were kids, you used to be so much taller than me," she mused. "I was always looking up at you, it seems like so long ago now."

Jamie remembered how comparatively small she had been, his mind flashing back to the lithe girl who had shuddered in his arms as they had climaxed together, her teeth and claws too underdeveloped to do him any real harm. Now, she was larger than any human could have hoped to be, and the claws that had once left scratches on his back were big enough to tear him apart. It was like playing with a kitten, then coming back years later to realize that it had grown into a Siberian tiger.

"You let me be on top," she continued. "Do you remember?"

"How could I forget?" he replied, remembering how she had so gingerly lowered herself down onto his shaft.

"It was sweet, considerate, considering that you were a horny teenager at the time. I didn't realize how much I'd take to being in the lead." She patted her thigh with a slap, then beckoned to Jamie with her clawed fingers. "Let me do you that same courtesy."

Considering that it might be his only chance to avoid a fractured pelvis, he didn't protest, rising to his hands and knees on the sodden sheets. He shuffled closer to her, positioning himself between her open legs, the massive bed providing them with ample room to maneuver. His erection bounced in the air in time with the beating of his heart as he played his eyes over her prone form. Her thighs were so long that her knees were level with his head, her upper arms pressing her breasts together enticingly, the taut muscles of her stomach flexing in time with her breathing.

She was lit up suddenly, the flare of a booster engine propelling a craft into orbit bathing her in an orange glow as it passed by beyond the window, its light cutting through the relative gloom of the hotel room. It cast her into deep shadow, reflecting in her eyes, Jamie finding himself momentarily transfixed by the sight.

Liz's long, agile tail coiled around his waist, guiding him closer. Jamie lay a hand on her firm belly for support as he took his member in his hand, sliding his glans between her lips, coating it in her lubricating juices. He felt her heat, the soft touch of her delicate folds, the two of them shivering in tandem as he pressed against her opening. Liz brought one of her claws to her mouth, nibbling on it almost nervously as she waited for him to push into her.

He eased forward, meeting resistance, feeling her abs flex beneath his hand as he inched deeper. God, how could someone so large be so tight? Fleshy walls with the texture of wet silk clung to him like a second skin, applying surprising pressure, impeding his progress. Liz gasped as he managed to get his tip inside her, his legs almost giving out as she twitched, her loins seeming to draw on him just as her throat had. Eased along by her syrupy fluids, he thrust forward, her pillowy insides gliding along his length as he slid up to the hilt. The powerful muscles in her reaches rippled and undulated, rolling up his shaft in unbearable waves, swallowing him deeper. Her fluids leaked around his member, droplets of her excitement falling to the mattress, her heat permeating him to the core.

"Fuck," Jamie breathed, the exclamation all that he could muster. He flexed inside her, unable to help himself, Liz's eyes widening as she felt him swell. He could feel her every subtle movement, every spasm, every clench of her muscles.

She growled, long and low, but Jamie knew better than to be intimidated by the sound. She doubled over to bring her face closer to his, gripping his hair in her massive hand, and crudely slammed their lips together. He leaned into her as she forced her serpentine tongue into his mouth, wanton and unashamed, its every doting stroke dripping with her desire. Her embrace was rough and greedy, his head starting to spin as she kept up her clumsy kiss, so lurid that it could be better described as a sexual act in itself. She finally pulled away with a wet smack, catching his lower lip in her teeth and tugging it gently.

"Don't be a gentleman, Jamie," she whispered. "Fuck me like your life depends on it, I want some bruises to show off tomorrow."

He withdrew slowly, and the pair winced in unison, her loins clinging to his shaft with surprising suction. He could feel every subtle texture of her walls as they glided against his skin, every bump and wrinkle, each one provoking a sharp stab of pleasure. He pushed deep inside her again, feeling her quiver in response, his hips sinking into the soft meat of her thighs as she closed them around him. She was burning up, the wet, indecent sounds of their coupling audible even over his own labored breathing. He started to thrust in earnest, finding a slow, steady pace. The rocking of his hips drove his member deep into her sopping tunnel, the delightful friction and pressure making him grimace as he tried to endure the stimulation.

Liz began to push back, making the springs in the mattress squeal, Jamie watching the rows of her abs twist and flex beautifully as she gyrated. Every time their bodies crashed together, it made her thighs quiver, her breasts bouncing softly.

"Harder," she growled, glaring back at him with eyes full of need. Jamie felt her cross her legs behind his butt, her steely thighs flexing, Liz pulling him into her with more force than he could muster under his own power. He gasped as she took him up to the hilt, a wave of pleasure rocking him, her twitching muscles wringing him with alarming strength. Jamie pulled away until only his glans was still inside her, his shaft coated in a glistening sheen of her fluids, ropes of it drooping to the sheets between her legs. Before he even had a chance to catch his breath again, Liz pulled him back into her, her clawed toes curling as he bottomed out.

Her pace was measured, but the force of their rutting was enough to knock the air from his lungs, her clenching muscles stroking him relentlessly. He had to spread his arms wider than his own shoulders as he gripped her hips for purchase, feeling her muscles shifting beneath her dark skin as she moved, his fingers delving into the soft cushion of her husky fat.

"Not enough," Liz rumbled, her claws sinking into the soft mattress like knives through warm butter. There was the sound of tearing fabric, insulating foam popping up from beneath the shredded fabric. "I want it harder..."

Jamie felt her grip around his waist tighten, Liz trapping him in a leg-lock, his stomach lurching as she spun him around. She rolled over on top of him, pinning him to the bed beneath her in what felt suspiciously like one of her martial arts moves, Jamie blinking his eyes in surprise as she straddled him. Her thighs were so large that they reached his armpits, making him feel like a hotdog in a bun, her weight sinking him deep into the mattress. She loomed over him, planting her hands to either side of his head, her stature putting her hanging breasts at eye level. He had to lift his head to see her face, Liz gazing down at him, a mischievous glint in her green eyes.

"What happened to letting me be on top?" Jamie asked, wincing as she let a little more of her weight rest on him.

"I thought I'd keep things interesting," she cooed. "Besides, I love how red your face gets when you're overwhelmed," she added with a grin. "Turns me on."

She could take him even deeper in this position, baring her sharp teeth, the bedsprings creaking as her reaches enveloped him in wet satin. Just the feeling of him throbbing inside her made her shudder, as if someone was running an icy finger down her spine.

"This is what I needed," she growled, her long tongue emerging to wet her lips in anticipation. "Right there..."

She began to move, slowly at first, grinding her wide hips against him as she tried to find a comfortable pace. Beads of sweat dripped from her shining skin as she made a lazy figure-of-eight, stirring him around inside her, Jamie reaching down to sink his fingers into her thighs for purchase as the new sensations rocked him. Liz's muscular form flexed and twisted with her every motion, she was throwing her whole body into her sordid dance, his eyes drawn to her swaying breasts as she bounced atop him. He could hear her claws sinking into the mattress, his overpowering partner too lost in her fugue to care about the inflated bill that the hotel would no doubt be sending her.

He glanced up at her face, seeing that her cheeks were flushed pink in spite of her dusky complexion, exertion making strands of her blonde hair stick to her forehead. Beneath him was the enormous bed, and above him, Liz's writhing body occupied his entire field of vision. It was easy to pretend that nothing else existed.

His feline lover began to roll her heavy hips with a desperate vigor, driving his member against her undulating walls, her loins teasing him in a ruthless milking motion. He could feel every staccato thrust, every cruel drop, every stroke of her velvet muscles as their lovemaking took on a more ravenous pace.

"Tell me if...I'm too...heavy," she panted between thrusts.

"Nah, you're good," he grunted in reply. Her weight was sinking him into the bed, but it wasn't enough to be uncomfortable, Liz remaining conscious of his human limitations. It was hard to imagine what sex between two uninhibited Borealans might look like. Would their violent lovemaking leave only a shattered frame and a shredded mattress in their wake?

"Told you I'd treat you like a baby bird," she cooed, delivering a punishing thrust that suggested quite the opposite.

Liz watched him intently, drinking in his every expression, reveling in the pleasure that she was inflicting upon him. She would rise on his shaft until only his sensitive tip was still inside her, then let gravity carry her massive frame back down, the mattress beneath them softening the blow. He found himself clawing at her thighs as the heat of her clenching tunnel embraced him, his fingers slipping on her wet skin, Liz seeming to enjoy the sting of his nails. She was taking him so deep, the impact of their rutting making her thighs and bust shake, the teasing circles that she made with her hips keeping him on his toes. He reached up to plant a hand on her belly as she moved, feeling those toned abdominal muscles flex beneath his palm. She had such fine control over her core, such grace for someone so strong, like an Olympic gymnast.

She doubled over to get closer to him, pressing her lips against his neck, pinching his skin between her sharp teeth. A moan of lust died in his throat as he felt her pointed fangs press against it, followed by the rough surface of her tongue, her passionate mouthing sending a jolt of pleasure coursing down his spine. She nuzzled, burying her nose in the nape of his neck, cradling his face in her furry hand.

"I can taste the pheromones leaking out of your pores," she mumbled, exhaling a long sigh. "You're in my lungs, on my tongue. It's intoxicating..."

He reached up to cup her cheek, feeling it burning beneath his palm, guiding her in for a kiss. Another stab of pleasure made him falter as her muscular insides tightened around his shaft, flexing as their lips joined, their tongues braiding together. It was such an odd blend of heartfelt affection and base, bestial carnality.

She broke off, rising to sit atop him, the bed frame creaking its protests as she slammed down on him almost hard enough to bruise. It was as though she were maddened by some unreachable itch that compelled her to drive him ever deeper into the hot, slippery reaches of her tunnel. Her ample breasts swayed with her thrusting motions, the heavy globes clapping against her torso, the impacts making her supple meat quiver.

Jamie seized the chance to do more than just lie there enduring her affections, rising to a sitting position, his smaller stature putting his face level with her chest. He reached out, grappling with one of her boobs, bringing both hands to bear as it escaped from his grasp. Its weight made it hard to get a hold of, the layer of sudor that coated her coffee-colored skin making it slippery, but he eventually managed it. Fat as malleable as gelatin spilled over his hands as he tried in vain to cup her breast, the wobbling globe draping itself over them like a ball of melting wax.

Liz was tough, and he could afford to be rougher, digging his fingers deeper into the yielding meat of her bosom. He felt her massive frame respond, a spasm of pleasure making her narrow passage squeeze down on him, a soft purr slipping past her pursed lips.

"Fuck, Jamie," she sighed, slowing the rocking of her hips to a more considerate pace as he manhandled her. "Warn me before you go groping me like that."
"You've been throwing these things in my face for days," he shot back, Liz arching her spine as he gave her a squeeze. Beneath the layer of butter-soft flesh was firmer, more tender breast tissue, Liz growling appreciatively as he sank his fingers into it. The damned thing was bigger than his head, large enough that it could have comfortably filled his lap.