of chitinous armour sliding across his cheeks under glowing slitted copper eyes. He moved forward a little, felt her body lift towards his—as if offering herself in eager anticipation. ‘And I think you need me as much as I need you.’ It was not a question.
‘It has been a while,’ she soothed, stepping in close as her arms slid neatly inside his heavy rustling robes, moving over the contours of his armoured flanks and to the soft, supple human skin of his back. He tensed for a moment—as he always did—and then slowly relaxed as her long fingers soothed patterns of tenderness across his skin. Durell’s head dropped, and Alexis’s tongue flickered out, tracing a trail across the hard scales of his deformed face and then sliding into the small round hole of his mouth. Their tongues entwined and danced, hers a moist writhing muscle reminiscent of the human from which she was joined, his a black triangulated stump riddled with thick black hairs that prickled like sharp wires. Their tongues mated, Durell’s hairs tickling Alexis’s mucous surface roughly and drawing tiny pin-pricks of blood.
Durell shrugged and his robes fell back, leaving him naked. He moved, stooping with crackles of his armoured spine to lift Alexis so that her feet left the carpet, their mouths still joined in a tender lover’s caress, her taut breasts brushing against his cool slick armour, erect nipples leaving wet oozing trails of grey mammary milk against the protective chemical gel that coated Durell’s armour like a liquid exoskeleton veil.
Alexis groaned, a deep low animal sound, and pressed herself into Durell. He turned, bearing her down to the settee, armoured forearms leaving grooves in the leather as his claws came up and ran gently through her short black spiked hair. Alexis’s legs opened, spirals of protective armour scattering from her cunt to reveal a dark honeyed opening, glistening with pink and blood red and corkscrew trails of bright green as her legs came up and over Durell’s hips. Jagged ridges of plate-chitin poked into Alexis’s calves and as Durell kissed her once more, his tiny triangular tongue darting into her mouth and leaving trails of acid, her long white fingers danced down his chest and across his flat, powerfully muscled abdomen and to the flat area between his legs. She gently prised apart the armoured shields and pushed her fingers inside him, into the pocket of thick gel, feeling his slick penis suddenly flex in her hands, tiny rippling spikes driving like needles into her flesh and drawing blood in twenty different places. She felt the injection of hormones from him, felt his pulsating penis suddenly swell and burst free of his shell and she gazed down lovingly at the throbbing black and purple shaft between her blood-trickling hands. Her head snapped up then, tongue darting to moisten her lips as her breath came in short, eager gasps, copper eyes glistening as one of her hands reached behind him and pulled Durell towards her lust.
Durell entered her hard, and she screamed a high-pitched scream, back arching as her hands clawed at his armour. The spikes rippling across his huge pulsing penis dragged ragged bloody grooves through her vagina; their blood and hormones mixed, and her muscles suddenly constricted in a hugely powerful grip around him—trapping him there, held within bars of sex, locked in place by a need to fuck like a fly caught behind the teeth of a flytrap.
His clawed hands dropped, leaving delicate tentative trails across her quivering oozing breasts, down her flanks and under her buttocks. He inched himself further, pushing hard, enjoying the pain as her clamped muscles fought him ... and then, slowly, they began their insect fuck. They moved with a gentle painful rhythm; pinned onto and into one another, fastened and gripped and locked, injected with stabs of pain and needles of lust. They kissed hard and fast and then slow and gentle, slipping from the settee with soft thumps to
‘It has been a while,’ she soothed, stepping in close as her arms slid neatly inside his heavy rustling robes, moving over the contours of his armoured flanks and to the soft, supple human skin of his back. He tensed for a moment—as he always did—and then slowly relaxed as her long fingers soothed patterns of tenderness across his skin. Durell’s head dropped, and Alexis’s tongue flickered out, tracing a trail across the hard scales of his deformed face and then sliding into the small round hole of his mouth. Their tongues entwined and danced, hers a moist writhing muscle reminiscent of the human from which she was joined, his a black triangulated stump riddled with thick black hairs that prickled like sharp wires. Their tongues mated, Durell’s hairs tickling Alexis’s mucous surface roughly and drawing tiny pin-pricks of blood.
Durell shrugged and his robes fell back, leaving him naked. He moved, stooping with crackles of his armoured spine to lift Alexis so that her feet left the carpet, their mouths still joined in a tender lover’s caress, her taut breasts brushing against his cool slick armour, erect nipples leaving wet oozing trails of grey mammary milk against the protective chemical gel that coated Durell’s armour like a liquid exoskeleton veil.
Alexis groaned, a deep low animal sound, and pressed herself into Durell. He turned, bearing her down to the settee, armoured forearms leaving grooves in the leather as his claws came up and ran gently through her short black spiked hair. Alexis’s legs opened, spirals of protective armour scattering from her cunt to reveal a dark honeyed opening, glistening with pink and blood red and corkscrew trails of bright green as her legs came up and over Durell’s hips. Jagged ridges of plate-chitin poked into Alexis’s calves and as Durell kissed her once more, his tiny triangular tongue darting into her mouth and leaving trails of acid, her long white fingers danced down his chest and across his flat, powerfully muscled abdomen and to the flat area between his legs. She gently prised apart the armoured shields and pushed her fingers inside him, into the pocket of thick gel, feeling his slick penis suddenly flex in her hands, tiny rippling spikes driving like needles into her flesh and drawing blood in twenty different places. She felt the injection of hormones from him, felt his pulsating penis suddenly swell and burst free of his shell and she gazed down lovingly at the throbbing black and purple shaft between her blood-trickling hands. Her head snapped up then, tongue darting to moisten her lips as her breath came in short, eager gasps, copper eyes glistening as one of her hands reached behind him and pulled Durell towards her lust.
Durell entered her hard, and she screamed a high-pitched scream, back arching as her hands clawed at his armour. The spikes rippling across his huge pulsing penis dragged ragged bloody grooves through her vagina; their blood and hormones mixed, and her muscles suddenly constricted in a hugely powerful grip around him—trapping him there, held within bars of sex, locked in place by a need to fuck like a fly caught behind the teeth of a flytrap.
His clawed hands dropped, leaving delicate tentative trails across her quivering oozing breasts, down her flanks and under her buttocks. He inched himself further, pushing hard, enjoying the pain as her clamped muscles fought him ... and then, slowly, they began their insect fuck. They moved with a gentle painful rhythm; pinned onto and into one another, fastened and gripped and locked, injected with stabs of pain and needles of lust. They kissed hard and fast and then slow and gentle, slipping from the settee with soft thumps to
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