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This story was written for Day #10 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Heat, and the story was written for ViperXV! It contains F/Solo masturbation and sexual acts between consenting adults, a female and a herm! :3

Fire Below Deck

There was a fire burning at the heart of the Vesper, yet no alarms were sounding, no automatic fire suppression systems were being activated, no members of the crew were running either away or towards the fire to assist in extinguishing it before it could reach any core systems or valuable cargo. Indeed, there was only one member of the entire crew aboard who was aware of the fire, quite simply because it was within her body that it was raging.

Kestra felt her legs squeezing together tightly, the muscles of her thighs and indeed her loins themselves clenching violently against one another as she gathered herself and ignored that raging heat between her legs. She watched the screen before her as the ship slowly pulled away from the cargo port, and listened to the comms relay on board the station as it guided the Vesper and Virana, its pilot, back out into open space.

"Set course and speed, bearing two-thirty seven, mark six. Confirm please, Vesper."

The lizard drew in a deep, ragged breath, her body rocking back and forth slightly in her seat as her thighs remained tightly clasped together. She waited until the ship had made the correct adjustment, Virana no doubt listening in from the cockpit nearby, before responding.

"C-confirmed, station comms."

From that point on it was a relatively simple matter for the ship to pull clear from the dock, but Kestra remained at her post regardless. She listened out on all subspace frequencies for possible incoming ships, for warnings of debris or of any dangers that might have concerned them on their upcoming route. Virana was a more than capable pilot, particularly when plugged directly into the ship as she no doubt was right now, but it was the lizard's job as communication's officer to ensure that she had all possible external data possible at her feathered fingertips. A job that she took seriously, a job that she knew required focus and exceptional attention to detail. A job that she loved, and that she would never compromise by letting personal feelings or indeed any sort of personal situation get in the way of those duties.

And yet as a minute passed, then two, then five, and there came no calls from any external source as the ship began to manoeuvre out of the solar system and towards open space where it could jump to FTL travel, Kestra could feel her professionalism being overrun and outmatched by the situation currently confronting her body. More than once she found herself gasping and hissing in pleasure, pulling from between her legs one of her own hands, furious at herself for letting her own body get away with such selfish stimulation without her having even been aware of it. Even when she didn't catch her hands wandering however, Kestra could still feel the desire and pleasure of sexual stimulation surging through her as she rocked back and forth almost uncontrollably in her chair, leaning just far forward enough to find the slightest purchase upon the curved seating and allow herself to grind and hump against it. It wasn't nearly enough pleasure to satisfy her heat cycle, not nearly enough to keep her sated even with the medications she had graciously accepted from the cargo station's medical staff which were supposed to lessen the effects of her physiological condition. But it was something, and right now the lizard couldn't help but allow her body to take what little it could get.

"Communications, pilot here. We're about to make the jump to FTL. Please retract the external comms relay."

Slapping a hand across her muzzle to stifle the grunt of dismay that was about to escape her as Kestra was pulled from a reverie of sexual fantasy by the crackle of Virana's voice in her ears, the lizard realised just how violently she had been rocking and humping against her chair. How intensely her body was reacting as she slumped back in the seat and instinctively reached between her legs to feel the large, still spreading damp patch upon her uniform's trousers. She struggled to catch her breath, but managed it just enough to respond before too long had passed in silence.

"U-understood, Pilot. Retracting the... uh... t-the relay now."

She did so, trembling in a mixture of frustration at having needed to be reminded and in desperate glee as she realised that this final step of the process meant that FTL was only seconds away. And once they were flying under FTL power, she would be able to take a break. A rest. Not that what she had planned for her break was going to be in any way restful. Her eyes darted across the comms station to the manual alignment board, utterly unnecessary in all but emergency situations when the relay wouldn't respond to computer commands. At the centre of the board of brightly glowing green switches there rested a large joystick through which the comms relay could be turned and directed to any necessary vector for transmission. She licked her lips as she stared at that joystick, and as her eyes fluttered shut all she could see was an image of herself just seconds into the future, scrambling up onto that control console, dragging her trousers down just as far as was necessary and riding that joystick until the control panel below began to short circuit from the volumes of fluids gushing down into its innermost workings.

"Reading a green board on my end, Communications. Engine room. Cargo bays. All stations report in ready for FTL jump please."

Virana called out across the ship, and as Kestra glanced down at her controls to ensure that all stations were able to report in with active and clear comms channels she realised that her legs were no longer tightly clamped together but instead spread out broadly along either side of the chair, her ass actually raised up already from the synthetic material upon which she was seated and her hips humping against the hand which again had snuck forth and betrayed her professional intentions. She made no effort to stop herself this time around though, indeed after confirming her readiness and ensuring that her own channel was now muted a desperate cry escaped Kestra's muzzle while she began to more feverishly and unabashedly rub at the already damp crotch of her uniform through its glistening and now increasingly richly scented fabric.

"Activating hyperdrive in t-minus three. Two. One. FTL engaged. Jumping."

The external windows of the ship blurred as the starlight beyond turned from points to streaks, and all of a sudden the universe beyond was a whirling haze as the ship entered hyperspace. A little disorientation during the jump was normal, and was one of the main reasons for a pre-jump check in to ensure that all crew members were sitting down and hopefully strapped in. That didn't stop Kestra from pulling herself free from her chair mere moments after the jump was complete though, and though she stumbled, dizzy from the transition to faster than light speed, she didn't even care as she fell to her hands and knees upon the comm's room floor. She didn't care that she hadn't made it to the other station so she could ride the relay joystick, or indeed about anything other than the fact that she was no longer required to remain at her station. No longer required to fight so hard to keep duty prioritised over the vastly more pressing matters of her own condition.

Shamelessly the lizard cried out in lust, her creamy scales glowing almost as brightly upon her cheeks as the rich pink of the scales on her belly and below, not to mention upon her horns. She dragged herself on all fours, head still spinning to the nearest raised surface, and scrambled to her feet before it. The charting desk was bare, the holo-display from which 3D maps could arise currently inactive, but that soon wasn't the case.

"Fuck me, Ril!"

Rilanthus wasn't there, but that didn't matter to Kestra as she laid herself down on her belly against the cool metal and raised her tail high, legs spread as wide as they could go while both hands now delved between her legs, too impatient to open up her uniformed trousers and simply beginning to rub and caress furiously through the material to the intimate, soaking wet and hyper-sensitive flesh beyond.

"R-Ril! Virana, please... ohhh god, please... f-fuck me. Harder. Deeper. More!"

She screamed to the absent figure of the man with whom she had been enjoying some casual fun for months now, half certain he was actually right there teasing her, half aware that he was down in the cargo bay with a whole new manifest to catalogue before he would be free. That was okay though, because Kestra had another close friend upon the crew. Admittedly she had never tried to be with Virana in that way, but right now half of her was convinced it was the best idea in the universe, and the other half already had itself convinced that it was already happening, and that it was the bird's beak which was rubbing so feverishly against her soaking pussy through her uniform's increasingly sodden crotch.

"Please! Please! O-oohh yes... oh, I... aaaahhh... I'm... yes!"

The rivets holding the metal table to the deck creaked slightly as Kestra humped violently against it, shrieking loudly and shaking from top to toe as her tail swept out with force enough for its tip to cause a whip-crack while it lashed through the air. Her toes curled, then splayed outward, trembling urgently as her whole body stretched and tensed up. The lizard's voice cracked with strangled, emotive bliss as the already darkened patch upon her uniform began to spread much more rapidly, and trailed off into a lustful grunt as the saturation of the fabric reached such a degree that the squirting sprays of ejaculate gushing forth from within began to launch forth visibly through the material as though it wasn't even there.

Soon enough, Kestra collapsed upon the desk with a satisfied whimper. Even then though, in that moment of peace and relief, she knew that it wasn't over. The fire was still burning, it had just been doused oh so briefly. But soon the relief of that last orgasm would melt away as the heat returned with a vengeance, and before long Kestra's body would be more violently ablaze than ever.

Unless, of course, she sought out some help. Not imagined help. Not fantasised, longed for help, but real, tangible aid from someone else aboard the ship. Someone who was free from their duties right now just as she was, and who possessed the equipment to give Kestra's body what it truly needed.

*********

Virana raised an eyebrow as she heard a soft grunting while she walked the corridor towards her quarters, ready to catch a quick nap and relax a little before she came on-call again. The blue-jay patterned, wingless gryphon caught an odd scent in the air as she prepared to round the corner to where her quarters awaited her, but turned it before she could identify the smell by odour alone. Her eyes widened. Her beak fell slightly open in surprise. She had seen a lot of things in her time crewing the Vesper, and indeed even this sight wasn't entirely unfamiliar to her. But, certainly not in person, and certainly not in the corridor in front of her quarters.

Standing in the corridor with her soaking wet trousers cast aside upon the metal decking, leaning back against one wall with her hands upon her thighs and the first seven or eight inches of her own tail currently buried within and in the midst of fucking her soaking wet, swollen and seemingly eager pussy, Kestra moaned loudly as she saw the gryphon walk into view. Before she could say a word though, the gryphon's expression turned from shock to concern, and only then from concern to embarrassment.

"I... oh god, Kes. You're in heat?"

A drunken, desperate burst of laughter escaped the lizard as she rocked her hips, humping against her own fifth limb as it slid in and out of her loudly, sloppily on the way to the next of three orgasms she had already granted herself since beginning the two deck journey from the comms room to here.

"W-what... aaahhhyes... what was your f-first clue?"

Virana's cheeks flushed. Nevertheless the gryphon stepped closer still to her colleague, trying to walk the line between looking shocked to see Kestra in this state, which she was, and looking as though she had never before seen Kestra so aroused or worked up, which wasn't strictly true.

"Oh god. Y-you poor thing. I... w-we should... we should get Rilanthus."

The gryphon put a hand over her beak as she realised what she had just said, betraying the fact that she knew that Ril and Kes were partners in that sense. If Kestra noticed the knowledge that she shouldn't have possessed however, she was clearly too worked up and strained in both body and mind to possibly offer up any sort of reaction. Instead she responded with the kind of blunt logic that could only come from a mind absolutely set with tunnel vision upon a single course of action.

"No. I... I mean... he's working. Duty comes first. B-but... I'm not on the clock right now. Nor are you. So... p-please..."

With a thick, wet slurp and a cry of mournful lust from the lizard, she pulled her tail out from her pussy and thrust her hips forward, offering the clutching, dripping scales of her loins to Virana. One hand flew from her thigh to her pussy itself, gathering those glistening juices on its digits, before lifting them up and out towards the gryphon. Before Virana could react, Kestra was stumbling towards her on shaky legs whose inner scales were glistening damp. Three wet, shimmering digits were being pressed under the gryphon's nostrils, and she found herself inhaling a super-intensified cocktail of the same pheromone laced air that she had been able to smell from a dozen metres away.

Her eyes widened. Her cock, already swelling from the moment she had caught that strange scent, now began to strain more urgently and rapidly towards full mast, tenting out the front of her own still intact uniform. Virana shuddered. She had resisted the urge to masturbate when jumping to FTL despite how incredible the jump felt while hooked up to the ship, and if she was perfectly honest had been looking forward to doing that as much as taking a nap when she returned to her quarters. In fact, if she was even more honest with herself, she had probably planned on not only masturbating, but masturbating with some assistance from one of what had in the last few weeks become her favourite visual aids. The recorded footage of Kestra herself and Rilanthus on one of their many, many off-the-clock rendezvous in various public sections of the ship.

But now... with one half of the real thing right here in front of her, so beautiful, so needy, so eager... how could the gryphon possibly say no to such an offer?

Tapping in the code to her quarters, Virana chirped bashfully as she stepped close to Kestra and pulled that glistening wet hand up between them. She slipped one of the lizard's smooth scaled fingers into her beak and licked it clean, eyes narrowing, another chirping moan escaping her at how good it tasted.

She stepped back through the door, and pulled Kestra through it with her, leaving the lizard's uniform trousers soaking wet and utterly forgotten on the corridor outside.

How could the gryphon possibly say no to such an offer? Quite simply, she couldn't.

*********

"Yes! Yes! I... c-cumming again. I c-caaahh... I can't stop! P-please, please, Vira... don't let me stop. D-don't let this end!"

It was a good thing that the flight to their next stop seemed to be going smoothly, as well over three hours after the ship's main pilot had been placed back on call she hadn't been hailed once to return to duty. It was a good thing quite simply because even if she had been called, Virana didn't think that she would have answered.

"Take it! T-take every... aahhhfuck... aahhhhhhh yes , e-every drop!"

The gryphon wailed as she poured another hot series of thick, fertile ribbons of her seed deep into the lizard's own convulsing, cumming, clutching depths. She heeded Kestra's words all too well, with absolutely no intention of stopping even as her orgasm ran its course and ceased, simply beginning to fuck the writhing, thrashing, heat stricken woman beneath her harder still once again in the build up to another. And another beyond that. And another. And then another.

In all her years, Virana had never been with a woman in heat before. Women who could go for hours and hours, sure. Men with equally eager and potent libidos, yes. Even other herms and intersexed species of varied morphologies who, like herself had pretty high sex drives due to the more complex cocktail of chemicals that flooded their body when arousal was provoked. But while she had been teased and turned on to the extreme by many lovers in countless starports across the known galaxy, never before had Virana known such pure and focused, utterly unbridled lust such as this. It didn't matter that the heat wasn't her own, that it was Kestra responsible for all the insanely intense pleasure she was feeling right now. Her body didn't care. All that mattered was that it continued to function, continued to fuck right up to the moment that the scent infusing every odour-sensing cell in her body stopped demanding it of her with the potency of a raging fire.

Pulling away from the lizard just far and just long enough to flip Kestra over from all fours onto her back, the gryphon hunched down over her new lover and the sodden sheets of her bed and began to immediately fuck the writhing, begging female anew. Her beak pressed to Kestra's scaled muzzle, and far from the first time that night they began to make out heavily, hungrily, whimpering, chirping and hissing in ecstasy to one another as they wrapped their arms around the other's body and pushed each other to the very limits of what their simultaneously overworked and continually eager bodies could handle.

She bucked and humped as fast as her aching hips would permit, crowing gleefully each and every time she felt Kestra's own hips rise up to slam roughly, eagerly into hers and douse her crotch with a fresh spray of ecstasy-stricken ejaculate. She pressed her beak to the lizard's smooth scaled flesh and nuzzled, kissed, even found her tongue slipping forth to lick at the hot scaled form beneath her wherever her neck could reach. She listened to Kestra's screams getting louder all over again. Louder. Louder. Her feathers fluffed up with pride, with elation as she realised that yet again she was doing it. Yet again, though it had happened so many times already she had lost count, she was going to make the lizard cum. And whether it had happened once already, whether it had happened a dozen times or closer to fifty, the gryphon was enthralled not only by the idea of it happening once again, but near obsessed with the almost certain truth that however many times she'd made Kestra cum already, this wasn't going to be the last.

" More!"

Kestra squealed happily as her body erupted beneath Virana once more, staring hungrily up into the part-avian herm's eyes as she panted, hissed and wailed in rapturous waves of pleasure.

" Please. Aahhyes, yes! More!!"

*********

In the corridor beyond the Pilot's quarters, the echoes of their shared screams penetrated even the supposedly soundproof hull plating. Indeed as footsteps began to echo off the metal plates of the corridor for the first time since Virana's own graced the deck, those sounds reached the newcomer's ears even as the scent did.

By the time Rilanthus rounded the corner, not heading for Virana's quarters but for those belonging to Kestra a little way along the deck, he could already smell the somewhat familiar scent of the lizard's arousal. The iguana shuddered as he saw the soaking wet trousers lying loose and forgotten upon the deck, and as he curiously raised them in one hand the several hour old scent of still intense, lingering heat stricken ejaculate hit his nose like an exoplanet crashing into a space-station. He was intimately familiar with Kestra's juices, with her taste and her scent, but this... this was something new. Something incredible. And though he could hear the sounds coming from Virana's quarters, sounds which any fool could put together with what he had found outside and come to a reasonable conclusion that something very private was occurring within, his mind was no longer thinking clearly.

It wasn't a matter of jealousy, he and Kestra were lovers yes, but friends and colleagues first and foremost. Indeed as he approached Virana's door and hit the door chime, he had no intention of stopping what was occurring within. And when after an admittedly lengthy twenty or thirty seconds a blushing, trembling, naked Virana answered the door, her beak slick with Kestra's juices and the lizard herself visible upon the bed at the far end of the room, lying on her back and vigorously massaging her clit as she begged Virana to come back and eat her some more, that fact seemed to be clear to all three of them.

"I-is she..."

Rilanthus was already stumbling in through the door as Virana turned away and lunged back to the bed, nodding over her shoulder with a chirping moan as she did so.

"She is. S-she needs me. She needs us, Ril."

By the time the iguana's uniform was off and the door to Virana's quarters was closed again, he was already watching the gryphon fuck the heat-stricken lizard all over again. And by the time she next chirped and poured her load deep inside Kestra's needy depths, he was with them upon the bed. He was upon the writhing, whimpering, pleadingly desperate lizard, and then he was inside her. Thrusting, grunting, moaning as he stared into Kestra's bliss-stricken, beautiful face, Rilanthus could hear Virana's chirping coos of pleasure as she knelt close by with a hand wrapped around her cock, masturbating gleefully as though she had been waiting to witness this sight in person for a great many days. He couldn't look away from Kestra though. Not in that moment, not as she writhed beneath him, not as her hands and feet wrapped around him. He couldn't look away as her fiery eyes burned into him, and that same fire began to take hold within him too.

By Jeeves

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