Cross-Species Comfort
Cross-Species Comfort
A Titan A. E. Fanfiction
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Commissioned by JadeStyx
Characters are copyright Don Bluth Productions, and are used without official permission.
Author's Note: This story comes just after Akima, in the movie Titan A. E., was saved by the crew of the Valkyrie, after her lifepod was jettisoned by the Drej and then picked up by slavers. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titan_A.E. has a great deal more information about the film for those interested.
"Well, if it isn't the captain. What kept you?"
Akima had effectively and nonchalantly punctuated the pause between statement and question with a sharp blow to the head of one of the mostly-defeated slavers surrounding her, one who had begun to revive and had been stretching his hands out to seize hold of her. Akima, of course, had seemed fine after her ordeal, putting on a brave face as she and the rest of the crew of the Valkyrie - Captain Korso, Preed, Stith, and Gune - had returned quickly to their ship from the hive of villainy, so that they could set off once more in their search for Cale, still in the clutches of the evil, energy-based lifeform, the Drej, so that they could continue their search for the Titan, the ship that had the power to save humanity.
As the Valkyrie cut through the depths of space on auto-pilot, traveling towards the last location where Akima had identified to Grune, their navigator and all-around eccentric Grepoan genius, that she had recognized, Akima took this as one of the rare times when she could have a little privacy and recovery in the close confines of the small pirate ship. What she needed most, Akima realized in her heart of hearts, was a shower. The purple-haired human sighed softly in relief as the door to her quarters hissed shut, and shrugged herself out of her black leather flight jacket, tossing it over the chair of her nearby desk where she stored the many little trinkets and chunks of the culture of lost Earth. When she'd joined the crew of the Valkyrie, she'd made sure that Captain Joseph Korso had allowed her to have the quarters with the biggest shower module as part of her contract. Gripping the hem of her t-shirt, Akima pulled it up and off, tossing it onto her bed. The shirt was soon followed by her brassier (actually one of Stith's, which Akima had appropriated some time ago), and then her pants. Akima normally went commando, and she kept her body neatly defoliated, leaving her completely smooth beyond the hair on her head. This was considered standard procedure for those living on smaller spacecraft, all the better to reduce the amount of particles that might otherwise accumulate in the vents. After all, in an enclosed area like a spaceship, dust buildup can get to be a serious problem in just a matter of days if steps aren't taken.
Her trim, athletic body completely bared to the room, Akima stood for a moment, taking several long, deep breaths, her breasts rising and falling with each breath as she did so. They were pretty big for her body type, and Akima had always been the envy of her classmates for having a pair of breasts that made men stare, without being so large that they got significantly in the way, or sagged with their own weight. Akima liked her breasts, and she actually liked her body, though of course she had to work hard to keep it that way. It was a good thing Captain Korso was such a health nut himself, Akima mused. It was also a good thing he preferred men to women was the thought that came next, unbidden, making Akima giggle a bit as she stepped into the shower and let the frosted screen slide into place, concealing all but her silhouette. She wondered if Korso had come on to Cale yet, like he usually did with hot guys, and found herself slightly aroused at the mental image that conjured up. And then the hot water flowed down, steaming as it pattered against Akima's slender body, and Akima let her thoughts drift freely.
Looking back at the past, Akima remembered her first meeting with Cale, when he'd accidentally landed on the forward viewscreen of their ship and pretended to be a window washer. She'd thought he was cute but silly then, and hadn't given him much additional thought. But he was the only human with the key to saving the human race, the map showing the way to the Titan, genetically imprinted into his hand. They'd been through so much in their flight from the Drej, the race that had destroyed Earth in their mad hatred of all things human. While on Sesharrim, conferring with the batlike Gaoul for more information on how to find the Titan, she and Cale had been captured, and Akima, seen as of no value to the Drej, had been jettisoned into space in a Drej waste capsule. The shock of the sudden shot into space had made Akima pass out, everything going black, for how long she didn't know.
The next thing she knew, she came awake with a start, staring up into the ugly faces of three slavers, the vilest scavengers of the dregs of the universe. One had a face like a horse, and hooflike hands besides. Another's face was scrunched with a fanged snout, with a back-sweeping, ridged cranium and heavy, three-fingered claws. The third had been more spindly and seemed almost boneless, with long, sucker-tipped tentacle-fingers and huge eyes on the ends of highly flexible stalks.
"Pretty," said the snout-faced brute, the most muscular-looking of the group, tapping on the clear surface of the Drej pod, just above her face, his expression almost meditative as he considered her.
Hearing movement near her feet, where the pod was opaque, Akima's eyes swung down, and widened as she saw two more of the slavers. One of these two was stunted and had a long, beaklike mouth, almost like a pterodactyl. The other was the tallest of the five slavers, and had a strange, wizened, broad face and three cylindrical metal devices protruding from his head. The green light of the containment area tinged everything in its sickly color. This color was so pervasive that Akima almost didn't notice as the pod began to fill with a pale, greenish gas.
"Give her a faster feed," said the horse-faced slaver with a white-toothed grin down at Akima, and Cylinder-Head complied, twisting something the slavers had inserted into the base of the pod. Suddenly the entire capsule filled with the green gas, and Akima began to cough as she took in a deep breath of the stuff. Almost immediately she felt her whole body starting to get warm, relaxed.
"The pleasure mist's really working fast," said Beak in his high-pitched whine, grinning as Akima started to squirm in the pod, the strange substance clouding her mind, making her thoughts turn to lustful avenues. She couldn't help it!
The first thing, in that sudden rush of desperate need, that came to her mind was the mental image of Cale, lying naked on the table when he'd first been brought into the medical wing of the Valkyrie. His body was smooth and beautiful, and Akima had thought then, as she did now, that if the obnoxious, oily Preed hadn't been there, watching her every movement with his disapproving, haughty air, she might have done a bit more exploring of the male anatomy of her species, at least while Cale wasn't awake to object. It wasn't that she was a voyeur, really, so much as she liked Cale, but only when he kept his mouth shut. When he was awake, he had an attitude that sometimes rasped against hers. Or at least it had. When they'd spoke in the prison of the Drej ship, something had passed between them, something important, but something that Akima hadn't quite figured out yet. It was too much for her to grasp all at once, in the middle of the rush of events that had been surrounding them. Perhaps it was that she was starting to love Cale.
These scattered, disjointed thoughts were interrupted with the hiss of the pod as the slavers found a way to open it. Akima didn't resist, didn't feel the will to do so, as they reached in as a body and lifted her up, letting the pod slide shut again before setting her on the smooth, flat surface on her back. As Snout's heavy claw pressed between her legs, rubbing against her cloth-covered mons, the human girl arched her back, crying out, her wrists just barely restrained by Horse-Face.
"She's a needy little human whore," laughed Horse-Face, before he bent down to lick her cheek, then press his lips against hers. "Lucky for you, we like 'em needy," he said in a teasing whisper in Akima's ear, before starting to grip the sleeves of her flight jacket.
Horse-Face was right, Akima realized: she was needy. Intensely so. Desperately so. Cale wasn't here. She would have wanted Cale, certainly, as her first choice. But he wasn't here. Her eyes searched around her, seeing the answering lust in the eyes of the aliens around her, the lusty eyes of males who were more than happy to fulfill the need that was making the human girl's body burn.
Lifting her bottom as Cylinder-Head gripped the legs of her pants, and Snout unbuttoned and then unzipped them, spreading them open, Akima let the eager males around her peel her pants right down and off her body. Stalk-Eyes slipped his sucker-tipped fingers beneath her shirt, easily pulling it up, helped by Horse-Face, and just like that, Akima was naked in front of five strange aliens, offering up her body to their desires.
"Want a taste," Snout grunted in his deep, growly voice, before he climbed up onto the top of the Drej pod and grabbed Akima's thighs. She didn't resist as he spread her legs wide, snuffling at her puffy, moist young slit, before he mashed his muzzle firmly against her quim, his thick bludgeon of a tongue thrusting forward into her like the blow of a battleaxe. Akima squealed like a stuck pig at this rude intrusion, and at the rapid, eager lapping and sucking and gnawing of that filthy, vile alien brute on her delicate pink folds.
"Virgin," Snout grunted again as he lifted his head, licking his glistening lips, his heavy, three-fingered hand continuing grinding against Akima's bared cunny, making her hips jerk and thrust as though seeking something more substantial to plow into her, to actually penetrate the thin membrane of her hymen, rather than to simply press against it on each of his deeper nudges of tongue and fingers.
"Not for much longer she won't be," laughed Horse-Face. "Better we get her sex training in now, anyway. It'll bring up her price when we put her on the market." He leered down over Akima's body. "Especially if we give her some anal training first."
"You and butts," Snout grunted in disdain, rolling his eyes, even as he helped Horse-Face lift Akima up so that she was sitting on the pod rather than lying on it. Beak lifted the lid of the pod slightly and clambered inside, all the better to watch the action from below, his bugged-out eyes staring straight up at Akima's bared pussy and tightly-clenched anus as she squirmed against the smooth, glass-like surface.
Stalk-Eyes reached forward, then, his sucker fingers wrapping around Akima's breasts with expert skill, slurping and popping as they latched onto her flesh. This gave Horse-Face and Snout time to draw slightly back, their hands working their clothes open so that they could better take advantage of Akima's present state of near-thoughtless lust. Akima, meanwhile, couldn't help but moan, thrusting her chest out, eager for the strange but intensely pleasurable touch of the sucker-fingered alien, who soon sported a foolish-looking grin as he suckered first one and then another of his fingertips onto Akima's plump, pink nipples, working them in small circles like mini-joysticks. Akima barely noticed how the antenna-eyed alien smacked his lips slightly as he touched her skin - he must be tasting her sweat, her skin, through his fingertips.
Then Snout moved forward, his trousers opened, his short but immensely thick dick sticking out straight in front of him. Stalk-Eyes moved his fingers to paying attention to Akima's back and left breast as Snout grabbed hold of the human girl's slender waist with his massive, meaty hands, closing his thick muzzle on her pert, upthrust right nipple, slurping on it messily. At the same time, Horse-Face grabbed Akima's hips, having parted his robes to expose his long, slender shaft, and together he and Snout hefted Akima into the air over their hard cocks. They held her there for a long moment, savoring the sense of anticipation, loving how Akima squirmed in their grips, desperately in need of what they were about to give her. And then, with a hard thrust, they plunged her down, their hips arching upward at the same time, their cocks plowing into the human girl's pussy and anus at the same time, double-deflowering her as they stuffed her right to the brim.
It was the roughness and pain of her sudden deflowering that shocked Akima back into a degree of comprehension, her mind slowly coming back to itself. She kicked her legs, starting to resist feebly as Snout and Horse-Face slammed her between them, feeling almost as though they were splitting her right in half. Akima could hear the wheezing of Horse-Face as he pistoned his deep-seated shaft in her bum, while Snout was grunting, deep-throated and savage, as he brutally pounded Akima's quim, his heavy, sperm-bloated balls slapping her bottom with each thrust. She was being raped! The realization set into her mind with perfect clarity, and the human girl realized she had to do something, had to stop this, even as she could feel Horse-Face already speeding up, his climax soon to hit. Snout, on the other hand, was taking it slow, despite the sheer, raw force of each impact of his hips against Akima's, his muscular body letting all its force shudder through Akima's on every impact.
Her eyes shot upward, avoiding the triumphant looks in both males' eyes as they drew near to their orgasms, doing all she could to avoid thinking about the deep feeling of satisfaction that was coming from their claiming of her body. That was the drug they'd given her talking, not her. It was messing with her mind, and she had to focus. There was a pipe just above her, a little bit loose. It would have to do.
Letting her body jerk upwards with the final thrust of Horse-Face as he gave a loud, whinnying squeal as his climax hit, his body tensing up powerfully as he gushed into Akima's bottom, the human reached up, grabbing hold of the pipe, and then let the force of gravity jerk her back down, slamming to the hilt back down on Snout's hard shaft. Snout's eyes closed, his face scrunching up as he tilted Akima back onto the smooth pod surface, not even noticing as Akima's falling hand brought the pipe cleanly right onto the middle of Horse-Face's head, knocking him cold. Akima's arms and legs flailed for a moment at this change in position, and her body suddenly jerked, her head snapping back, as she was struck with a small orgasm of her own, at the very moment that Snout bellowed, hilting himself with a wet, messy slap, his cum shooting deep inside of Akima's trembling body.
The next moment Akima was able to focus again, and Snout flew from the pod, impacting with the wall and sliding down, unconscious, as Akima twisted her hips and legs, gripping him firmly and using her leverage to launch Snout with force. Cylinder-Head got a sideways blow from the pipe as Akima rose to her feet, following the strike with a snap-kick that made the tall alien drop to the ground. Spinning, building up velocity for her strike, swinging the pipe like a golf club, Akima sent Beak flying right when he was trying to clamber out of the pod beneath her, and then finished the movement with a hard back kick right into the middle of Stalk-Eye's center of gravity, sending him flying. She then stood there for several seconds, breathing hard, feeling alien cum leaking down her legs from where she'd been violated, fore and aft. Finally Akima pulled her clothes back on, feeling numb, and slumped to her knees on top of the pod, where she was found when the crew of the Valkyrie came to rescue her.
That brought her back to the present, and Akima shook her head at the memories. When she'd seen the look in Cale's eyes in the Drej cell, she'd realized that she might share some of the feelings for him that she'd sensed from his mannerisms he might feel for her. She'd thought that she might even give him her virginity, and the thought had given her a sensation of butterflies in her stomach for the brief minutes she'd entertained it. But that wasn't an option now. The worst part, of course, was that the memory of her too-recent violation made Akima's lower lips become flushed once more, swollen and slick. The drug those slavers had used on her must have still been working on her body and mind to make her like this. That was the only explanation. Whatever the reason, though, Akima swore that, the next time she saw Cale, she'd return any affection he showed her in kind. By her ancestors, at this point, feeling like she did, she'd accept anyone to help scratch that aching itch between her legs.
It was at that moment that Akima heard a soft tapping on the outside of the shower's field. Turning off the water swirling around her in a cleansing vortex, Akima looked at the broad silhouette on the other side, wondering what sort of a silhouette she was throwing as she stood in profile. The figure on the other side was obvious, though. It was Stith.
"Akima?" Stith began questioningly, shifting one of her long, multi-jointed legs nervously as she worked up the courage to bring up this difficult subject. "Akima, I was just...," then the Mantrin's voice grew more confident, regaining its usual brusqueness, "just checking to see if you needed to go to the sick bay for anything."
"I'm all right, Stith," Akima answered, smiling at the translucent force screen separating them, turning to stroke down its slightly yielding surface. "Why do you ask?"
"Just, uh," the long-legged Mantrin cleared her throat. "The males on this ship, they'd never think of it. Preed might've smelled it too, but he wouldn't care. You know how Preed is. But I care. And I smelled it. Those slavers..." She broke off again, and Akima realized what Stith was trying to say. It made sense that a Mantrin would have a keener sense of smell than a human or a Grepoan. "They hurt you, Akima."
"They did," said Akima, feeling blood rushing to her face as well as other places as she realized that Stith actually cared about her, was actually trying, in her clumsy way, to make sure her human friend was all right. "But maybe," she bit her lower lip for a moment, "maybe it was for the best, in the end."
"How can you even say that, Akima?" Stith said, starting to get worked up, her voice rising in volume as she fairly bristled at the human girl's words. "After what those filthy, nasty, stinking slavers did to you, how could you possibly say that it was..."
Once again Stith's words were broken off, but this time it was for a rather different reason. This time, Akima tapped the button to drop the force screen, and stepped out of the shower, completely naked and still slightly damp where the air vortex hadn't reached.
Akima looked up into Stith's eyes, and then began to speak, began to reveal everything that had happened. More than that: she explained how it had made her feel, in all its complicated nuances. She knew that she wasn't always making sense, and some of her explanation was contradictory, but Stith just listened quietly, her hardened warrior's expression softening once more as she heard all the events, all the suffering Akima had been through. The only time she spoke was the reassure Akima when the human girl suddenly realized that one of the aliens had cum inside her vagina, and she might have gotten pregnant. But Stith knew about this, had looked it up just minutes before: they weren't compatible species with humans - Akima was safe. This relieving revelation made Akima's pounding heart start to calm, and in that moment, she reached out, wrapping her arms around the taller Mantrin, embracing her firmly. Stith hesitated for a moment, and then returned the hug, giving the vulnerable human girl a gentle squeeze.
"To answer your question, Stith," Akima said, reaching up to stroke her hand over the underside of Stith's beaklike muzzle, "I guess it's because they helped me realize, just a little bit, what I've been missing. And what I want to experience."
Maybe it was still the drug working on her, Akima thought for a moment. But no, the pleasure mist wasn't the reason she was doing this. It had just been what made her experience with the slavers bearable, dulling the trauma of it until it was manageable, helping her to cope. It was also what made her feel the sheer depth of aching need at that moment as she lifted her lips to Stith's, kissing the mantrin warrior woman as deeply as their differently-shaped mouths would allow. The need itself, however, the need to do this, to share this moment with Stith, arose from something even deeper still. It was the need for Akima to cleanse her body of the filthy pleasures that had been forced upon her, by replacing them with pleasures of her choice. If Cale had been there, she would surely have given herself to him. But Stith had always been a good friend, closer than anyone else on the ship, for all her fiery temper and berserker rages. She'd never hurt Akima, and Akima somehow knew Stith never would.
Breaking the kiss, Akima smiled up at the tall Mantrin female, pressing a finger to Stith's lips to keep her from speaking when Stith had started to open her mouth. Instead, Stith remained silent, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her growing excitement as Akima carefully undid the magnetic clasps holding Stith's red uniform closed, slowly parting its seams, baring inch by inch of Stith's smooth, brown body to the human girl's eyes. Reaching her pelvis, just below Stith's navel, so much lovely flesh already bared to her view, Akima noted the cross-seam in the Mantrin's lower uniform, and began following the left seam, parting the magnetic clasps like she would a zipper, following the line of Stith's long, powerfully-muscled leg. The complicated arrangement of her uniform pants was needed, of course, thanks to the second knee joint that Mantrin had, adding to the flexibility as well as the raw power of their massive legs. Legs as powerful as Stith's could plow right through an inner bulkhead, and yet Akima noticed, as she stroked her fingertips over smooth, golden-brown flesh as it was exposed to the room, Stith was trembling. Such a powerful being, and yet Stith was made weak by a combination of nervousness and excitement. She was utterly at Akima's mercy.
The seam of the right leg followed soon after, and Akima gave Stith's lower uniform a final tug, letting it flutter to the floor of her room. Standing there naked before her, Stith did her best to hold her back straight and erect, her legs tucked in against her body, letting Akima take her time to explore the Mantrin's body with her eyes. Thanks to the privacy of their quarters on the Valkyrie, it was the first time that Akima had seen Stith completely naked like this before, and she wanted to savor the moment fully. Realizing how obliging Stith was being, Akima stood in a similar position, hands on her hips, back erect, her chest thrust out, all the better to let the Mantrin's roving, eager eyes see everything that the human girl had to offer her in turn.
Mantrin anatomy was so similar to that of a human, moreso than Akima had thought it would be, while still being astonishingly alien. Stith's skin was mostly a deep, golden brown color, but there were a few spots that were a slightly lighter near-yellow brown. These were her beaklike muzzle, a diamond-shaped area surrounding Stith's beautiful mammalian breasts (which were about the same size as Akima's, despite Stith being larger overall), the undersides of her palms and soles of her feet, a trapezoidal patch over her hairless pubis, and strips of the lighter color around Stith's ankles and wrists, and also around the base of her tail, which Akima could see as Stith shifted slightly from side to side. Akima vaguely remembered reading once that those lighter-colored strips around the limbs of a Mantrin were identifying marks, like the fingerprints of a human. Stith's nipples, Akima noticed as she took a step closer, were a deep, chocolate brown, the nipples perked and looking quite sweet. It made Akima want to touch them, and she soon after did, cupping Stith's breasts, stroking them, and then lowering her mouth to cover one of those plump, erect teats. This made Stith gasp loudly, her back arching, toes curling upward.
"A-Akima," Stith got out, swallowing hard. "Akima, I don't know if we should do this. I don't want to take advantage of you or anything."
Akima raised her eyebrows at this, releasing Stith's nipple with a wet pop, before she grinned, dropping to her knees before the Mantrin woman.
"I think you might have that the wrong way around, Stith," Akima said with a grin, before she thrust her mouth up against Stith's smooth, yellow-skinned cunny, curling her tongue up into the tightly-clasped lower lips, parting them slightly with her fingers before she dipped her tongue straight inside. The Mantrin's juices were incredibly sweet, deliciously so, the flavor something half-fruity, half-flowery, with a light fizziness as well, sort of like champagne, something Akima had tasted only once, after she and her friends had found a case during one of their salvage runs back on the drifter colonies. Also like champagne, the fix went straight to Akima's head, clouding her mind with ever-increasing lust, which soon sank downward, flushing her sex heavily with her mounting arousal. Akima realized that this must be some sort of mating aid for Mantrin, all the better to arouse their partners. Stith's tail thumped the floor loudly with Akima's eager efforts, and she flailed her arms backwards for a moment, seeming to lose her balance at the sudden rush of pleasure this deep licking brought her, Akima's tongue arching in and up, rubbing firmly against the smooth inner walls of the Mantrin's pussy. And as Akima found Stith's clitoris when she was pulling her tongue back, standing proud and fully erect, lacking the hood of a human's clitoris and the same color as her darker gold-brown skin, Stith finally did lose her balance, flopping backwards onto Akima's bed, her long legs draped over the edge, broad, clawed feet resting on the floor.
Those large toes began to flex, arching upward, as Akima climbed onto the bed right between the wide-splayed legs of Stith, pressing her pale-skinned body against Stith's darker skin as she slid smoothly upward until she was looking the other woman in the eyes. As she did so, Akima made certain that as much of her body as possible rubbed against Stith's dripping sex, which was the cause of Stith's curling toes and the long, drawn-out moan that was forced from her beaklike muzzle. Akima muffled that moan as she pressed her lips against those of Stith, the kiss a strange one with such different-shaped mouths, certainly, but the teasing touch of their tongues against each other was very familiar. Stith's tongue was triangular, knifelike in shape, and darted like the beat of a hummingbird's heart, while Akima's smooth, rounded tongue caressed the "blade" of Stith's tongue in a tender encircling, both women shuddering at the sensual contact.
The sensuality of their touching bodies grew even more as Akima pressed herself firmly against Stith, her breasts and the Mantrin's squashing firmly together. She kept up this pressure until she felt her clitoris squeezing against Stith's, making both femmes moan into the contact, their bodies jerking for a moment, as though they'd had an electric shock, breaking their kiss as they both shared a gasp of raw sensation. Their kiss was renewed with vigor, almost violently so, as Stith started to get into it, started to thrust and gyrate her body against Akima's, her greater strength making Akima feel almost as though she'd mounted a bucking bronco as their bodies writhed together. If Stith hadn't lifted her legs upward, thrashing them in the air on either side of Akima's hips, Akima knew that she would surely have been thrown right off of the other woman's body with the sheer force of her thrashing, their sexes squelching loudly together, the sound almost entirely muted, however, in comparison to the screams of pleasure from both women as orgasm hit, rocking both their bodies. They writhed together, sweat bathing both their skins until they glistened, adding lubrication to their continued motions against each other.
As the sensations of orgasm started to slowly recede to afterglow, Akima raised herself up, kneeling right over Stith's belly, looking down at the beautiful warrior woman with a smile. Stith returned the look, before a smile of her own crept onto her normally sour-expressioned face.
"What're you smiling about?" Stith demanded in mock-seriousness.
"Same thing you are," Akima replied. They shared a giggle, before Stith's face really did turn serious, but also slightly naughty.
"You're gonna want to do something like this with Cale," she said, not making it a question, only pausing long enough for Akima to nod before she continued. "After all this is over, and we get this Titan whatsis, I wanna play with him too. The kid's kinda hot. Exotic. Sexy. Just like you."
Akima shivered as Stith's strong hand stroked her lower back, and she nodded her agreement, her voice suddenly failing her as Stith's fingers teasing around the curve of the human's hip, and then slipped, just one at first, inside of Akima's deeply-flushed cunny. That finger arched upward, stroking Akima's G-spot with astonishing skill. While Akima knew it must have been a long time since Stith's last sexual encounter, considering the amount of time they spent in space, it was also apparent that this was not Stith's first dealing with another woman. Caught off guard, Akima's back arched, and Stith closed her muzzle on one plump human breast, her beaklike muzzle large enough to engulf almost the entire mammary, letting Stith suck and nibble to her heart's content, first on one, and then the other of Akima's breasts, getting them nice and slick with her saliva. As the Mantrin femme pulled back, she made certain to swirl her knifelike tongue around the very tips of each sensitive nipple, before giving them a final tug with the fleshy point of her beaklike mouth, making Akima tense up all over in pleasure.
Now it was Stith's turn to take charge, her hands turning Akima, her double knees helping greatly as Akima rested her hands on them, letting Stith redirect her with a twist of her legs so that they were now facing north and south. Taking the hint, Akima lowered herself to all-fours, her hands gripping Stith's inner thighs for support, her eyes closing as Stith dragged a long, sensual moan from the human girl's throat as she added a second finger to the first, each of Stith's three fingers (and one thumb, if one felt like counting such things) slightly thicker than that of a human, making two fingers for her more like three human fingers, or slightly less than the thickness of the slaver who had deflowered Akima. Reflexively, Akima turned her head to one side and then the other, stroking her hands along Stith's inner thighs and long, beautiful legs, following the sensual caress a few moments later with the stroking of her tongue over so much beautiful legflesh. The touch made Stith's legs tremble, her cunny and tailhole visibly tightening with each touch, showing how sensitive her legs could be when she was worked up like this.
"I'm gonna make you see whole new galaxies, Akima," Stith promised with a confident, savage grin as she stroked Akima's inner depths with her strong fingertips, making the human girl squirm, her eyes squeezing tightly shut at the sensations tearing through her body.
Suddenly Akima's eyes snapped open, a voiceless scream forced from her as her entire body tensed up, Stith's thumb stroking against Akima's clitoris, adding that last bit of stimulation to make Akima lose total control. Her inner thighs trembled, jerking together, held apart only by the pressure of Stith's hand and the presence of the alien woman's upper torso. Desperate for something to repay this pleasure, for anything to distract her so that she didn't fall face-first into oblivion, Akima plunged her head downward, mashing her face against Stith's quim, working her lips against those trim, tight, golden brown lower lips. The human girl had to really fight to squeeze her tongue into Stith's cunny - the Mantrin femme was strong all over! But the effort was entirely worth it for the squeal of delight it brought from Stith as her powerful legs lashed outward, toeclaws arching in a deadly crescent that would surely have seriously injured anybody caught by the blow. Stith's sweet juices fairly frothed as the Mantrin woman came again and again and again, flooding Akima's mouth with her delicious, intoxicating moisture.
Stith's cry of pleasure was answered a moment later by Akima's own as Stith twisted her hand, a third of her four fingers popping into Akima's tight-stretched cunny, followed a few thrusts later by the thumb as well. A little squeezing and twisting later, and Akima was screaming at the top of her lungs as she was suddenly stuffed to the wrist full of Mantrin fist! Bending her long neck forward, Stith's tongue began to dart out in a machinegun flutter, lapping, licking, and lashing Akima's anus, her almost-white labia (they were so very stretched out), and down to her fully erect clitoris.
With a warrior's cry of glory, Stith started to pound Akima's quim with gusto, human juices running down her arm as Akima desperately gnawed on Stith's own clitty, sucking on it like a miniature penis, her tongue mauling it forth and back, while her fingers plunged into Stith's own cunny, fitting four fingers in with a herculean effort against that incredible, muscled tightness and then tugging straight down against Stith's G-spot, pumping her fingers good and hard as she did so. At the same time, she hooked her thumb into Stith's tightly-clenching tailhole as well, twisting it good and hard. Stith's tail quivered at this last, forbidden touch, and Akima's pleasure-soaked brain caught on quickly to her next action, before she bent her head, and began to flicker her tongue around the tightly-clenched yellow pucker of Stith's tailhole, just barely penetrating that forbidden ring with her tonguetip. This was the final straw, and Stith's tail slapped the floor of Akima's quarters hard before Akima's mouth and chin were suddenly flooded with a gush of Mantrin juices. It was too much! Akima felt her eyes rolling back into her head as she found it hard to breath, a final plunge of Stith's fist into her clenching cunny making her pleasures peak out for the last conscious time. Not the last time entirely, however, for Akima would orgasm many more times after she passed from consciousness into a pleasured haze of ecstasy.
Lying cuddled together some time later, side by side, Akima stroked Stith's beautiful brown breasts, smiling as she admired them, and then bent to flick her tongue over the tip of one golden nipple. Her hand, meanwhile, stroked downward, teasing against Stith's large feet as they were tucked up almost to the Mantrin's chin, making Stith's large toes wiggle at the light touch.
"Quit," Stith ordered with mock-seriousness, a slight smirk on her beak. "I'm ticklish, silly girl. You get us started again, we'll never get back to work. Don't forget: we've gotta save Cale."
"We'll save him all right," Akima said confidently, slowly lowering her legs over the side of the bed and rising to her feet. "And we'll find the Titan, too. After all," she turned, grinning back at Stith with a wink, "you haven't had your turn with him yet."