Pleasure

The Falleen girl is looking up at you from her knees, her timid expression contrasting strangely with her appearance and attitude only moments before.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asks quietly, her tone clearly betraying her desire.

You feel a rush at her words, your mind racing to your pheramone-addled fantasies in the bar. You've gotten a better handle on it now, but you still feel their effect coursing through your system. You feel a flush in your skin, and your cock is straining desperately against your pants.

You advance on her, and bend down to meet her mouth in a furious kiss. If you have surprised her it was only for a moment, as she leans further into you and you feel her probing tongue join yours. With one hand you grasp her ponytail by the base, drawing her ever closer and asserting your control. You reach down with the other, groping a fistful of titflesh through her shirt.

You hear her moan, knowing she wants more from you. Her hands reach to undo your belt, than your pants. Freed, your cock springs from its confines and slaps down hard against her collarbone before she begins stroking your length with both hands. You guide her head downwards, her mouth greedily enveloping your tip and sinking further.

One, two, three thrusts and she already needs to remove her hands to accomodate her sucking. You feel her tongue winding around your cock, and are reminded Falleen are a reptillian-mammallian species. You can guess which part the tongue comes from. With your cockhead pressing against her throat, her tongue wrapped firmly around your shaft, and her lips sealed at your base, this may be the best blowjob you've ever had.

You'd happily finish down her throat, but today you have other plans. Never fully relinquishing your hold on her hair, you gently pull her head back off of your cock. She moans in protest, apparently as turned on by her work as you are, but smiles wickedly when you guide her into a standing position. Spinning her around, you press her forward into the wall, bent at the waste to display her tight, toned ass.

You hastily peel the skintight leather, fully revealing her green backside. You suppose going commando in leather might be more comfortable with the texture of the tiny scales covering her skin, and spend a moment kneading her cheeks in your hands. She's marvelously supple, your hands gliding across the scales but easily finding purchase when you give a firm squeeze. Annel wiggles her ass inpatiently, and you grin at the toned fighter's antics.

You grasp your length, slapping it into the cleft of her rear. Still slick with her saliva, your cock slides effertlessly as you saw against her ass cleavage, squeezed together in your hands for a firm hold. It feels lovely, but you know she wants more and are eager to oblige.

Drawing back slightly, you trace your cockhead downwards, pausing and considering at her puckered asshole but deciding to venture further. She moans, sounding dissappointed as you pass her asshole by, but gasps sharply as you thrust into your final destination. Her pussy is positively soaked, her playtime with your cock apparently all the foreplay she needed. Hands firmly grasping her hips, you slide into her deeply, relishing in her low moans of pleasure. Slowly you draw out of her until only your head remains, before you deliver a firm thrust, burying yourself completely into her eager pussy. You continue pounding into her, increasing your pace with each thrust, the smacking sound of her ass slamming into your hips and her frenzied moaning filling the alleyway until you're sure they can hear you inside over the music.

The primal fucking, the feel of the Falleen woman, and the pheramones still coursing through you soon reach a boiling point. You feel your orgasm rushing on, and with a roar of lust you pack her waiting pussy with your cum. Rope after rope, it is bursting from you in streams. Soon, you feel your jizz splashing out around your still spurting cock, having filled her entirely. At last you pull out, resting your still throbbing cock on her ass cheeks, and give a few final thrusts. Incredibly, another rope arches forward into the small of her back, and a final splash soaks into the flesh of her rump.

Exhausted, more drained than you've ever felt, you step away from your green skinned lover, and she turns around to face you and rest against the bar wall. The Falleen pheramones certainly had an interesting effect, and you'd love to explore that further, but you DO have a job to do. So for now, while you'd like to take her back to your quarters for round two, you settle for starting a conversation.

"You know, I don't think I heard your name right back there, because even in another language no one would name their child 'Anal'."

She laughs, still panting. "Annel. It's pronounced closer to On-El. Don't forget it. I don't want this to be the last time we do this."

"I'm Corvin. Corvin Marks. And where do I find you next time, Annel?"

"Well... when I'm on planet I usually work out of Dock 17. It's a little... exclusive, so call me before you want to meet. You don't want to wander in uninvited."

An 'exclusive' shipping dock and a vague warning not? You can guess what that means. You consider asking after Tekka as well, but the odds of her knowing about a random runaway are slim. Definately slim enough you aren't asking about another woman right after sex. You haven't lived this long by being stupid.

Reluctantly, you part ways. You want to chase this lead at Dock 17 quickly, and any encounter with the Black Suns should begin with a little preperation. You can't resist pulling her in for a last, hungry kiss, before bidding Annel farewell and returning to your quarters.