Figs followed stealthily, darting from tree to tree in a blink; her lithe figure a blur. The others already thought her different, spending her time in the parts of the Celestion frequented by humans but if they knew what she did out here…
She knelt beside a knotted heartwood tree in the path just ahead of him, she was stealthed, his human eyes did not see her and would not until she chose to reveal herself. Figs hadn’t yet decided if she wanted to reveal herself to this one even though he was certainly her type. Her type was pretty simple: small to average human. Let’s face it, she thought as a grin spread accross her face, they all look alike! A laugh tinkled out of her, its high pitch sounding something like a bird. His grey eyes didn’t see her as they vainly searched for the source of the sound.
She looked him over: he would be considered short and slight for a human male, wearing the lawman getup and leading a brown equivar. Everything about him was unremarkable, from his average nose to his mousey brown hair, but somehow to Figs he was magnificent.
“Mmmm…” she purred, licking her lips. She watched him move down the path towards the waterfall, her tail swishing lazily. She had to have this one.
Just as he rounded the turn she leapt from the path and raced directly through the brush to the waterfall, crushing a spirovine underfoot in her haste. She arrived quickly, stripped out of her clothing, stepped into the shallow stream and waded to the waterfall. Figs let the water run over her; it felt so very refreshing after her frantic run through the woods!
Stepping out from under the falls her cat shaped ears twitched she shook the water from her auburn hair; with most of the water out it hung in damp waves past her shoulders. The cool water lapped at her full breasts as she waded, watching the flitterflies frolic at the bank in the late afternoon sun. She’d fled Arboria, never once thinking she would prefer her new home on Nexus. Yes, she’d cried bitterly when forced to leave the only home she’d known (curse the Dominion forever!) but Figs was adaptable and quickly found a way to comfort herself in this strange new world. A slow smile played on her full lips as she thought of her latest diversion whom she could hear was getting closer.
Showtime! she thought, positioning herself to best show her slim curves as she dropped out of stealth. Another laugh almost escaped when she thought of that exotic phrase. It definitely wasn’t used in Arboria, or even here in Celestion, she’d picked it up from that human with all the robots… Chad… no, Chet… wait… Brett? She couldn’t recall now; humans had such funny names. He was an engineer and a scientist and an architect. So logical, but his logic didn’t protect him from her passion. It also didn’t help him against Grendelus the Guardian, come to think of it. Such is life on Nexus, she thought, at least he’d had a great afternoon before meeting his demise. Her smile was bittersweet.
As the human neared she put a surprised look on her face and stood, covering her breasts with her hands as her auburn tail wrapped around her hips to hide her soft mound. With her motion, he finally noticed her, drawing and aiming his pistols before realizing she was no threat.
Figs gasped and raised her hands over her head, uncovering her firm breasts. They were large and heavy with slightly upturned nipples that looked even larger than they were on her slim figure. His grey eyes locked on her chest for a few heartbeats before he slowly lowered his pistols and raised his wide eyes to meet hers. With her cat shaped ears, auburn hair and golden brown eyes, she brought to mind a fox; something most humans found irresistibly attractive.
“Apologies, ma’am,” he spoke in a drawl, a flush staining his cheeks, “I surely didn’t mean to…” He realized he was still starting at her nakedness and spun on his heel so quickly that he startled his mount. “Halon, here, well he was wantin’ for some water,” he said, soothing his equivar.
She lowered her hands to her sides. “I’m Figment Heartbreeze, Figs to my friends. Halon is welcome to as much water as he’d like, and you are as well; it’s refreshing.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” he replied, leading his equivar to the bank, “I appreciate the kindness.” He patted the creature fondly as it drank from the stream.
“He’s a beautiful animal,” Figs spoke slowly, wading out of the stream towards him. His back stiffened as she reached up and touched his shoulder. “Halon has everything he needs here,” she purred, sliding her hand down his arm “why not relax a little Mr…?”
“Cedarshard, ma’am,” he replied quietly, turning to face her, “Martyn Cedarshard.”
“Oh!” she cried, bouncing on her toes, “What a delightful name!” She couldn’t help smiling as she took him by the hand and drew him towards her. “Come in the water with me, Mr. Cedarshard.”
“Martyn, ma’am,” he replied, eyes darting from her golden eyes to her upturned nipples and back, “please call me Martyn.”
“Certainly, Martyn,” she replied slipping his jacket off his shoulders, “but you must call me Figs.”
“It would only be proper, ma’am, I mean, Miss Figs,” he said with a wink, pulling his jacket off and setting it aside before unbuttoning his shirt.
As he undressed, Figs stepped back to enjoy the show. Her hands gently stroked and teased her breasts as his shirt joined the jacket. His pistols were next. Her tail swished slowly as he unbuttoned his pants. She watched, hungrily. He was ready and she hadn’t even really touched him yet. She could feel dampness between her legs that had nothing to do with the water.
“Come, Martyn,” she reached out and took his hand, drawing him down into the water. She led him to the waterfall; despite their superior hologram technology, it was an experience most humans had never had. Like being with an Aurin, the thought made her grin.
“This is amazing, Miss Figs,” he stepped out from the waterfall, “I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it.”
Taking his hand, Figs smiled and placed it on her breast. He bent down to kiss her, using both his hands now to explore her breasts. He ran his hands down her sides, felt the subtle roundness of her hips, the firmness of her buttocks as the kiss went deeper. He pulled her close to him and she could feel his hardness pressed against her.
Running her hands down his sides, across his firm stomach, lower and she took his hard tool in her hand. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her… “You’re awful forward, Miss Figs.”
“Forward, yes,” she giggled, looking up at him as she sank down to her knees, “but I wouldn’t say awful.” Holding her breath, she went underwater to take him in her mouth.
It’s so big! she thought to herself as she worked his cock, holding her breath, taking care with her teeth. She came up for a breath and he pulled her up the rest of the way.
“I’ve got an idea, Miss Figs,” he spoke breathily, lifting her easily and setting her on a smooth rock. She just had a second to wonder why he’d put her up here and then he brought his mouth to her breasts, his lips and tongue licking, sucking, gently biting her nipples.
“You see, Miss Figs,” he continued while kissing the undersides of her breasts, “I ain’t never known an Aurin before.” He kissed her flat belly, hands replacing his mouth on her breasts, “and I’ve often times wondered…”
His mouth was on her gently kissing her soft mound, lower down her thighs, then back up again. For the first time ever, Figs found herself speechless as he kissed between her legs.
This was so… different. By the Trees, this was amazing! None of her Aurin lovers had done this, nor any of the humans, either! He ran his tongue gently along her opening, tasting her. She whimpered.
“Mmm,” he moaned against her, the vibrations making her gasp, “you sure taste good, Miss Figs.”
He went back to what he was doing; kissing, licking, tasting. He found that special spot, and kissed it just right. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, moaning. His hands caressed her breasts, her stomach, her sides, down her legs and back up again.
Tongue teasing, lips brushing, the pressure inside her building, building. Her hands grasp his head, fingers tangled in his wet hair. Whimpering. So close. His lips touching her. His tongue, so soft and hot, dipping inside taste her wetness… her entire body humming; the pressure, the sweet, unbearable pressure! Her tail stood out straight, her toes pointed; the sweet pressure!
“Pardon, Miss Figs,” he said, lifting his head from between her legs, “but I’d sure love to feel ya.”
“Yes,” she panted, “take me, please.”
He slid his shoulders out from under her legs and kissed her as he lifted her off the rock and pressed her body against his. He made her feel so small, so helpless. It felt so very odd, so very foreign… so very exciting!
Holding her by the hips, he lowered her down until his cock was just brushing the outside of her lips, she wiggled in his grasp, trying to slide her hips down, trying to get him inside of her. Her wetness dripped down on his shaft as she struggled.
“Please,” she begged, looking up at him through thick lashes, “give it to me, Martyn, please!”
“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, sliding her down lower so the head of his cock pushed against her swollen pussy, “happy to oblige.” And then he slid her down further and further until he was completely inside her.
“Oof!” He was so big, so deep! She wiggled and moaned as he bounced her up and down on his cock. He moved slower at first, then faster as they moved together, grinding, thrusting, moaning. Figs was almost there, just one more and…
“Ohhh!” Figs cried, “yes!” Her body quivered in time to the waves of pleasure running through her, moaning as he drove deep into her wetness until she hung limp in his arms.
“Miss Figs,” he breathed, lifting her off his cock long enough to turn her around and penetrate her from behind while she perched on a rock.
He took her slowly, pulling out and rubbing the head of his cock across her drenched pussy, then sliding in deep and slow. Figs couldn’t get enough and by the third thrust she was wriggling and bucking, trying to get him inside of her, tail swishing angrily. “More,” she pleaded. She wanted all of it.
He gave her all of it, he was so deep, so hard; she was so hot, so soft and wet. His hands were on her hips and rocked her in time to his thrusts. Her tail swatted the ground beside them in time with their movements. They were both moaning, panting, whimpering.
He froze, “Wait, Miss Figs,” pulling away as she back up against him, grinding. “Miss Figs!” he panted, “We shouldn’t… that is… I don’t want to get you with littl’uns!”
Before she could reply – she didn’t even think that was possible, he picked her up again and flipped her upside down. “Whaa…?” she started to ask and then her mouth was full. She could taste herself on his shaft, and all thoughts fled, “mmmm.” She explored his length with her mouth.
He moved her tail aside and then his mouth was on her again. His tongue inside her, she moaned as she licked and tasted, sliding her head up and down his length, teasing, coaxing. Blood rushing to her head, she shifted to change her angle and took him all the way down, lips pressed against his body, his cock deep in her throat. Up and down, she worked his length. He grew harder; panting, thrusting and she knew she’d be drinking him soon.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned on him, mouth filled, accustomed to being inverted now, trembling from his tongue inside her, shivering from the need to taste him!
His cock buried in her throat, his face buried in her sweet pussy, he was so close. Her tongue stroked him as he pushed against her throat, his tongue finding her pearl and teasing, kissing, licking. She moaned on his cock, he felt her stiffen and quiver as he licked her, tasting her as she came, so wet, so good.
The taste of her in his mouth, the feel of her hot and trembling body. Her lips, mouth, tongue… her throat… he was there.
“Ahhh,” he breathed as his cock throbbed, spilling his seed deep in her throat. She swallowed him as he came and he groaned. She drank him, making little yummy noises until there was nothing left.
Gently righting her, Figs regained her wobbly feet with a smile.
“Mr. Cedarshard,” she breathed, “I’d like to give you directions to my Skyplot… and I hope you’ll visit soon.”