Kat

Still locked around him, her body all over his, her back arched slightly as her brests forces her lower body a little away... this was the kind of thing you where only supposed to read about, in trashy romance novels if you where a girl, or erotica if you where a boy. It all seemed too perfect, her nestled into him like a sleeping kitten, but what she'd said before was... impressive, but again, something humans already had bioloigcally.

"Human woman have no need of that," he stroked down her spine, one vertibre at a time, his other hand batting with her tail playfully. "They bleed when they're most fertile, although modern men tend to avoid them around that time. They get rather... unplesent." He smiled softly... unplesent woman from not getting sex... they where so alike. " I think it suits you though. Violet will compliment your eyes perfectly." Something inside him knew this woulden't fail... it coulden't.
 
"Our cycles used to be synced with our desires, but now it is not so easy, and cycles are more erratic than before." She shrugged, "A female is typically fertile four times a year," she nuzzled his neck, licking, scent marking, and feeling a strange warmth settle all over her body. She made soft noises deep in her throat, feeling content, the last time she felt this way she was a kit nursing on her mother's tit.

She glanced down noticed the color shifting, almost vanishing as it matched her coloring and finally deepening to a beautiful violet. Tears filled her eyes as she watched the change her body knowing long before she was aware of it.
 
For the next few minutes, his body wandered over hers, completly free of his mind. He coulden't tell where she stoped, he began; they where both one in the same. Yet, his mind was still there, thinking. She was soft, like an big pillow, or, well, a fluffy cat, something that a woman should be. He coulden't even fathom anything that had come close to this... and there was another planet full of these woman. Still, no matter how many of them there where, Kat was his, and he planned on keeping it that way. Even if he went, he was going to keep his own gender dynamics.

Then, his eyes shot down to his... no, her thigh, insitincutally drawn to the change in the surrondings. The color change was so subtle... you coulden't really notice it unless you knew what you where looking for. Still... he knew what it ment; his soilders had done well. "Well," he spoke, almost proud, a single finger rising up to whip the tears from her eyes. "It looks like we are compadable after all. Maybe there is hope for your species yet."
 
She smiled and unfolded her body, wrapping her legs around him, feeling the need to hold him tight. "Does that mean you would," her words stumbled, "tend to other females?" her voice squeeked. Jealousy, it was such a dark turbulent emotion, but she was feeling very possessive of him, his cock, his sperm, and every other part of his body.

At same time the thought of her planet being revitalized, was enough to make her reconsider her jealous thoughts.
 
Suddenly, something feel away, albet breifly. That sort of thing that makes him him, a sence of pride swelling through. "I service nobody," he spat out the word service. "Human men mate with those they wish to, but we by no means go about serving woman just because they want it." Then, he came back, remembering the culutural gap. "Look, our gender dynamics are different. To be blunt, in nearly every measureable way, men here are superior. The only reason woman are treated the way they are is because we chose to allow them to act that way. Maybe I'll be with other woman, but from what I'm seeing here," he gently framed her face with his hands. "That's not exactly likely. Still, if I do, you need to respect my freedom to choose, understood?" he hoped he could get the message across without being too cruel.

"Besides, I was thinking of the other men here," he told her, elaborating on his thought process. "I mean, we have the suspension tech and high-speed power. If I could get a look at your ship and get the power source duplicated, we could construct boats here..." He leaned back slightly, his back hitting the power button on the remote, the TV flicking on to an emergany broadcast.

"ATTENTION," the announcer said, a man in visable distress. "Today, Congress offically received a Declaration of Jihad from the Caliphate of Iran, and on their previous promise, planeted Iranian agenst have released woman-killing bio-wepons across the nation. Video reports have shown that the parcite is question is highly contagious and lethal within a matter of hours. All woman are adivsed to remain indoors, and not to exit until the crisis is offically declared over. That is all."

Then, he felt a bit guility. The Caliph was one of the few warmongers left on earth, their species having grown relativly non-warlike, though a relativly large army was available. In all odds, he would be crushed in a few months... but that sign made him worry. She had said her planet had lost most of its males... what if they lost most of their females? The egg banks had some stores, for a few centuries, maybe... but they had shown to turn out barren females.
 
She felt small and stupid, and horrible, and at the same time her body was pulsing around him, resisting letting the bond fall away as it had started to ensure conception and now that she was pregnant it was no longer necessary.

Only some of the words from the idiot box sank in as she was wallowing in her misery. He wanted to be able to choose other women, and she would have no say, not that she was planning to pimp him out like he had, just that if their children were viable then it only made sense he be made available since she would not be able to conceive again for at least a solar year.
 
In one final spasm of his cock, his body flew back, knocking the television back off. A slight, wet popping sound came as he felt her grip around him releasing... what had just happened? Try as he might, his mind just refused to let him focus... except on the woman in front of him, feeling the rest of her body tighten as she seemed to try to hold down the one part of her body that wasen't. There was obvious pain in her eyes... but what was it from? Maybe he had been a bit too hard on her.

"There there," he held her too him, her head to his chest, gently petting her back. "I'm not saying there is anything wrong with you, ok? Its just, I have the right to make my own decisions. I'll, procreate with as many or as few people as I want to, but that dosen't mean I don't care about your opinion. This is just one of those things people decide on their own."
 
It was strange how her mind had turned around, thinking of caring for a passel of children, his children, even if they were not her own. He had cared for her, the least she could do would be to care for him in return. She would make sure he could choose any female he wanted, and choose not to if he so wanted.

After all her pregnancy would undoubtedly keep him from mating with her for....her mind winced at the thought of even one solar day passing without feeling him pounding inside her, but she would be gestationing for the mental math of translating time periods was making her head hurt, about 60 local solar days. She wondered if being in stasis would hurt the child, or perhaps she might be lucky to have two younglings inside her.

She would arrive home swollen with child, a success story, and with him beside her and willing to mate as he pleased. It could be a good thing, she kept telling herself, as she felt tired her body using resources to nurture the life inside her body.
 
(sorry its short... not alot to work with)

Slowly, surely, both of them started to unwind, easing his body back onto the couch, her resting on him, her face on his chest, looking vaugly like she was nursing at a nipple. Honestly, he knew pregnant woman got tired, but he diden't expect it to kick in this fast. Come to think of it, how long would it be before her.... no, he needed to say this right, their child, or maybe children, would be born? She was smaller then he was, so maybe it woulden't take that long at all... although, would it be before they left? He tried to surpress a chuckle, but a little bit came out as he imagined wheeling her into the hosptial... imagine what the doctors would think!

"Shessh," he hissed softly, as he looked down on her tired, peaceful face. "Rest now. I'll stay here until you're done, ok?" Honestly, after that, he woulden't mind a bit of rest himself. She may be small, but she sure knew how to use her goods!
 
"A snack and then a nap perhaps?" she stretched her small body brushing as much of her body against him, craving contact with him. She could feel the bonding had done more than create a child, and she was feeling jealous, something that had been relatively dormant in her people. Monogamy had never been a policy, and she was thirsty.

She casually considered how his genetics would influence their offspring, but figured it would all work out, or the bonding would never had occured.
 
She was a very... physical person, and that was one of the things he liked about her. The sensation of her fur spreading, seemingly flowing over his body, was something magical. His hands where wandering over her, working of their own devices; down her back, behind her ears, across the length of her flowing tail, everywhere. The way they touched, it seemed to say more then words could sometimes... with ideas humanity could never describe that way. Still, they where useful for something.

"Anything for you, dear." he kissed the top of her head, slidding his arms and legs so as to shift her into a cradle grip. Gingerly, he stood up, rocking her slightly in his arms as he walked her over to the kitchen, setting her down in a chair. "You just wait here." he politly ordered her, walking over the fridge and looking through for something... not completly artifically. Eventually, he settled on cold snack raps, taking out tortillas, letticule, cheese, and turkey, wrapping them up, and carrying the three over, two for her and one for him.
 
"Milk?" she queried. It was the one good thing about this planet, the substance was offered to her all the time at the club, and she had no idea why they served it to her in a bowl instead of a glass. Anyway she ate in small delicate bites, her mind trying to recall what she remembered of gestation, as long as she ate and rested she should be able to avoid most of the uncomfortable symptoms.

At home she would be treasured, expectant mothers were tended by real living beings, her belly rubbed by all who passed, getting massaged daily. She doubted that had changed considering the report she had recieved. Things looked desperate, and she only hoped she could return home in time to save her people.

"It won't take as long as your women do," she commented, one hand idly stroking her belly, the dark purple tattoo on her hip would declare her status as clearly as her abdomen swelled. She contemplated whether his child might be larger than one of her people, but she wasn't concerned. She would be home in time for the birth, and would be tended to by experts.
 
"Oh, how silly of me." How could he forget drinks? Of course, he wasen't thirsty, but it was the polite thing to do. Heading back over the fridge, he poured a glass of milk, and filled another with water from the sink, handing her the milk and placing the water in front of himself, taking a large but diginfied bite out of his wrap, losing only a few crumbs. She looked so... happy, and that made him feel happy too. It would be his responsablity to see to her, he knew; despite how little he felt human woman did, he could never bring himself to delay helping a pregnant one. Seeing her there, knowing it was his child he would soon be able to see pressing out, well, that just made it all the more important.

"You won't be going back to the club." He stated simply, as though it was a simple fact as the sun rising every day. How could he do that to her, in this condition? It would be a strain on his finances, yes... but he'd make do, for her sake. Besides, it was only for a few more weeks, a few more months, what was the worst that could possably happen?

After a few more bites and a couple of sips of water, he took the glass and plate away, placing them aside for later washing. Walking up behind her, he pressed his hands into her shoulders, giving the soft, yeilding skin beneth a plesent shoulder massage, looking down on her as she finished her meal. Finally, when she was done, he bent over to lean his face over her shoulder.

"Come on," he coaxed her. "If you want to take a nap, I'll show you up to the bedroom."
 
"I won't be as," she tried to find the right word, "Horny now that I am with child, and we shall be back in time for me to give birth among my people." They had never made it to the bedroom before, her lusts controlling their time together.

His touch soothed her, reminding her of wrestling with her furry companions, the warm, fuzzy pleasure of rubbing against each other. Kat stretched, yawning as she followed him, her tail swaying happily from side to side.
 
He lead her up the stairs, holding one of her hands in his own, occasionally glancing back with a slightly pleased look. "I don't mind, really." Honestly, though he'd never show it, he was gladder about that then nearly anything else; if she was still looking for that much sex... he'd never have been able to keep up. Just being with her would be enough.

Eventually, he turned to the right, opening the door and taking her into the bedroom. There wasen't much their; the bed, a bedside desk, a small pile of books he hadne't gotten to reading, a dresser, and a radio. Leting her hand go, he pulled the covers aside, then gently guided her body into the bed, pulling them over her, smiling and looking down with a soft look in his eye. "Sleep well, ok? Just find me when you wake up" he planted a kiss on the side of her muzzle before turning around, going through the door, then pausing, half through. "You sure you'll be ok in here alone?"
 
She curled up on the bed, tucking herself into a small ball of fur, her body caressing itself as she found a nice spot to rest. She closed her eyes and yawned. Kat was still trying to process her new awareness, she'd been in the lust haze for several cycles, almost an entire planetary cycle when she left. Long enough that it was possible to remeber her life before the lust.

Would they be hailed as saviours? or would they find the planet dead? time was against her, and she shrugged off her thoughts and settled in to sleep.
 
Closing the door gently behind him, Canas decided to head outside, the scent of lust still permiatting his body. Opening the door, he felt the warm air flow over his body, the freshness of breath filling his lungs. Granted, compaired to what he had just experence, it was nothing, but the nature gave him a certain, unique pleasure.

Of course, if he left... he woulden't get that feeling. There was so much to lose... and potentially so much to gain. It was an entire planet, and entire species that needed saving.... wasen't that worth more then just this? He walked around the permemeter of the blackened patio (still in the nude) entertaining that thought for a good long period of time. Eventually, he settled on two certain things. One, if her race was like she said they where, or like her at all, he had nothing to fear from them, and two, that they had too much to offer humanity to pass up. Fresh air and such aside, so long as he held Kate's hand, and helped her people... he could deal with a whole lot of hell.

Kat... he would need to make sure she knew what to do when she woke up. So, heading up the stairs, watching her gently curled up on herself, a cute little furball, and slid in on the other side of the bed, arm around her form, postioning himself so she would see him when she awakened.
 
She felt a different sort of hunger in her body, such that when she awakens to see him naked her mind immediately thinks of tasting him. Kat growls softly and moves to touch like caress his pale dick. Her body subconsciously craving the protein his body could provide. It was strange to feel so content and wound up with him. She listened as he spoke, or tried to speak as her soft warm mouth enveloped his life creating cock. Hoping he would be happy with this form of intimacy.
 
He sees her eyes open, slowly and with occasional falls back into sleep. "Hey there," he said playfull, gently touching the top of her head where the hair would be on a human. "Sleep w... elll"

His voice broke off into a plesent hum as he felt her soft, deft hands ran over him, quickly replaced by the wet sensation of her mouth, Her long teeth scratched his member slightly , which quickly began to start swelling up, the gentle pressue pleasing him greatly. "Hmmm," his hand wandered over her ass, rubbing the hole slightly. Honestly... there was something about this that made it so he diden't want to speak... no words would work now. His pelvis started to move with her, precum leaking out and landing on her tounge, spreading the taste of cum.
 
She savoured the taste of him, slowly becoming more alert her sucking becoming more insistent, feeling the need for a substance only he could provide. She knew that in days of legend before the plague woman especially those with child often fed on males cocks, but it had seemed such an absurd idea to her generation, but right now tasting him, it seemed like the most natural act in the world. She felt him caress her other hole, and her body shuddered in an unexpected delight and she wondered if he would be satsified in such a way, as she continued to suck as if trying to milk his cock of seed. Her dewy eyes looked up at him in sweet adoration.
 
This feeling was... strange. He'd had woman suck him off before, yes, but it had always been more of an orgasmic experence... something that was done with and that was that. This, well... he wondered if the sensation was similer to what a mother might feel when breastfeeding her child. THe sucking was strong, needy, his nerves standing on end as he ran his fingers across her, pressing deeper and deeper into her skin, but never her asshole... that would be cruel. His body was tence, yes... but it was a tencness that was strange to him. "That's it," for a moment, he forced himself to speak, his member jumping slightly in her mouth. "Nurse off me." His fluids where starting to well up again, amazed that he could somehow produce this much... just waiting for the right moment to blow.
 
Men in the club had done perverse things to her body, some gentle, some not, so she knew her body could accept him in such ways. She had sucked cock, jacked off, gotten covered in cum. Which had seemed to wasteful to her womb. Then again she had not really wanted any random man's child. She had wanted his, and his alone. Her mouth sucked just hard enough, for sustenance, not so hard as to feel as if she was trying to take his skin off.

She nodded, purring into her nursing feeling the vibrations move through his cock and balls. It was amazing to feel her purr in his balls, as if stirring something to life within him, just so he could spill his essense down into her warm waiting mouth.
 
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He felt the soft, little tugs over his skin, hand tracing up her back and eyes looking down through her lashes at her, soft and caring. Of course, by now, the sensation was growing intolerable, his breathing short and shallow, his body respodning to the pressure, the need to feed her almost overwhelming. Still, he managed to hold on for a few more seconds, until the vibrations of her pur spread up and over his member, his balls rumbling and contracting, semen fillling with seed, and then, bursting the gates, running forth, feeling the liquid patter into her mouth, splashing slightly back onto his head. Puncated with a sound like popping bubble, he slowly pulled his face down onto her, resting on her neck, as the blood flowed to push his semen forth with as much force as possable.
 
He gushed, flooding her mouth with a taste that was uniquely him, a taste she would remember alll her life, if he choose to stay behind she would carry this taste in her memory forever. Otherwise she would be lucky enough to taste him as often as he would allow. She sucked gently trying to down the gush as it flooded her throat, the substance thicker than milk, slightly creamy, and utterly satisfying.

"Ummm," she purred softly before letting his spent cock from her lips as it had stopped spurting after what seemed like many minutes. "Did you want to say something," she licked gently at his balls, fascinated by his maleness, feeling his upper body slumped against her back.
 
He was lost for a moment, his thinking and concentration shattered by the orgasm he had just experenced, slowly putting itself back together. He had experenced something fantastic... he had feed somebody with only his own body. This time, he could feel himself soften, melting in her mouth after he let out his last spirt, the feeling over her mouth as she swallowed another sensation he haden't had the pleasure of experencing at this magnitute before.

Finnaly, he brain pulled itself togehter, his sack once again starting to dangle as his blood started to flow equally. "Only," he responded, a bit out of breath, but quickly regaining it. "That I hope you're full now. Too much food is bad for your health." Of course, she'd never even see a Mcdonalds... but that was beside the point. "I hope you don't act like this when we're on your world. If you do, I won't have any left for the rest of your hungery little sisters." Of course, he was just teasing her, as you could hear in his voice.
 
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