Vanguard Word Update

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Samiha’s striking eyes appeared through the haze of his euphoria like two gold coins, her feathers bristled to their fullest lengths. Some of his mess had landed on her legs and lap, staining the knee-length shorts she wore.

She prodded at a drop of his semen, letting it dangle off her nail as she held it before her beak.

“It is so warm,” she breathed, a hint of arousal in her eyes as she examined his groin, which was still encased in the prison of her toes. “and you gave so much of it. It is all over me…”

“Sorry,” he replied sheepishly, but he saw there was no need for apologies, Samiha lowering her hands to her waist.

“Was looking for a reason to get out of this uniform,” she said. “Now I have it.”

Her shorts were secured to her waist by some sort of clip at the back, Samiha reaching around and fumbling with it. It turned out she wore some kind of sash in place of a belt, Samiha unwrapping it from round her waist. Her form-fitting shorts loosened, and Samiha dipped a thumb below the fabric, gently peeling it down her rounded hips.

The stalks of her rusty feathers bloomed away as they were freed from the confines of her shorts, giving her hourglass waist a fuzzy texture. His eyes tracked the descending garment eagerly, the tops of her thighs coming into view, along with her mound. So far, there was nothing too far out of the ordinary, but what would she look like down there? Were they even compatible?

She didn’t have any underwear to speak of, her feathers shrinking down in size as they tapered towards her womanhood. When her clothing reached the lip of her smoothed mound, she paused, reaching behind her back once more. There was a flurry of movement, Cadell turning his head to see she was shifting her tail to one side. There must be some sort of whole in her clothes to allow it to poke through, that was what was occupying her.

Once it was free, she turned to face him, watching his reaction as she finally slipped her shorts down her thighs, exposing her genitals to him. It was relatively dark in the bedroom, the gloom giving Samiha a certain air of mystery, but he was close enough to note a shining sliver of flesh cutting deep between her legs.  The feathers gave way to skin roughly where a woman’s entrance would be, but where he expected to see pink flesh, instead there was just a dark sliver.

Cadell groaned as Samiha’s feet separated from his length, his flesh still sensitive from her earlier attentions. She tucked her knees to the side, allowing her to slide her shorts all the way off her legs, where she discarded them over the side of the bed. Now naked from the waist down, she turned to him, the hem of her shirt dangling over her stomach.

“Do I… How do I look?” Samiha asked.

Seeing the ever-stoic Samiha now stammering over such a intimate question made his heart swell. Was she embarrassed, or maybe just inexperienced? Either way, eh intended to give her a good answer.

“Can’t really tell from over here,” he said, then patted the sheets beside him. “Come closer.”

She clicked her beak, as if the request had taken her by surprise. She slowly started to shuffle forward, and when she tried to go to one side of him, Cadell grabbed her scaly knees, conveying without words that she should stay centred on top of him. She walked her knees along his sides, until her rump settled on his chest, her scent filling his nose. On top of the fragrance of the herb, she had an odd, earthy smell about her, one that was rich and feminine.

In such close proximity, he couldn’t help but stare at her genitals. What he had mistaken for black skin was actually a deep, deep shade of blue, the colour standing out against her crimson feathers. She was larger than anything he was used to, and its position was a little further towards her hindquarters, but aside from that, it seemed they were compatible after all, at least on the outside.

“D-Do not just stare at me,” Samiha stammered. “Say something.”

“You’re still a little far away,” Cadell said, taking hold of her hips, sliding down the mattress a few inches. “Gotta get closer.”

“Closer? Just how poor are your eyes if you cannot even- Ah!”

At the moment she’d said eyes, he brought his lips to hers in a lewd kiss, the delicate flesh of her labia yielding beneath his mouth. It was so strange to feel skin on the Balokarid, when over ninety percent entire body was covered in a coat of pristine feathers. Her flesh was already slick with her own juices, she must have enjoyed her own footjob as much as he had. The slick fluid was thick like honey, and its taste was sour and tangy, but not unpleasantly so.

“W-What are you… Wrawt!” Samiha cawed, her eyes meeting his down the length of her flat stomach. “What a-are you doing?”

“Wash it look like?” he replied around her loins, taking two uninhibited handfuls of her rump. She was squirming against him, and he had to hold her still to keep up with his attentions. He could feel the bundles of muscles flex beneath her meaty rump, tough and defined, yet her feathers added a wonderful softness that his questing fingers couldn’t get enough of.

He peeled back her lips with his mouth, delving the tip of his tongue between them. Despite her size, her tunnel was remarkably narrow, the walls twitching at his intruding tongue. More of her liquid excite gushed forth to dribble down his chin, Cadell having to take a breath through his nose, taking another lungful of her alien aroma.

“Cadell…” Samiha moaned, her tone somewhere between troubled and excited. She was quivering, her hips grinding against his face in search of more stimulation, her thighs tightening against the sides of his head. She was big and strong enough she could very well crush him if the pleasure dulled her senses, and it did seem like he was giving her too much at once. Maybe he should slow it down…

Like a surfacing swimmer, he pulled away from her crotch, fat strands of his drool and her juices linking his mouth to her nethers. Samiha tracked the colourless fluids in his chin with her eyes, an embarrassed expression on her face.

“You doin’ alright, Samiha?” he asked, running his hand down her thigh placatingly.

Instead of answering she said: “What was that? You just…”

“Don’t Balokarids go down on each other?” Cadell asked, and Samiha shook her head.

“Putting a beak around that area is a risky thing,” she answered. Cadell should have guessed that was the case. Those beaks looked to be designed to rip apart meat, not to pleasure someone.

“Guess I should have warned you,” Cadell said. “Sorry bout’ that.”

“Human tongues have lots of uses,” Samiha murmured, settling more of her weight on his chest, her heavy cheeks moulding around his torso like dough. “First the mou… the kissing, now this going down thing...”

“Want me to keep going?”

She looked like she wanted to cover her face with her hand, the question embarrassing her. “Y-Yes, but go a little slower. Please.”

It was a request too heartfelt to be denied, and Cadell returned his mouth to her entrance, trying his best to hold his eagerness in check. He doted on the pencil-thin feathers surrounding her lips, giving them sucking kisses and small licks with the flat of his tongue, outlining her ovular lips. He could feel Samiha shiver with each contact of his lips, but she knew what was coming now, and she managed to keep herself more still this time so he could work her over.

Once he’d covered all cardinal directions, he began to lap at her labia, poking his organ through to tease the wrinkly texture of her folds. Like before, the moment he penetrated her opening a fresh wave of her fluids cascaded forth, as though she were a ripe fruit that dripped juices with each bite and chew.

“Do all – oh! – humans make love like this?” Samiha asked, squeezing her eyes closed as he delivered a particular powerful dote with his hot tongue. Her gasps were short and musical, fuelling his male urges on. His answer was to continue eating her out, her chirps and squawks loud in the confines of the room. He could tell she was making an effort to keep her voice down lest the whole district hear her.

“Do you even l-like the taste of my water?” she asked. “Is it not… foul?”

“You taste amazing, Samiha,” he replied without hesitation, pausing to catch his breath. Samiha looked at something on the other side of the room, her headdress opening up like a bouquet of red flowers before she reached up to shove them against her scalp. The display reminded him of a woman pushing aside their hair, his words clearly having an effect on the alien.

Her avian flesh pressed around his mammalian organ as he returned to her loins, pressing his tongue deeper into her passage. It squeezed tighter around her lips but then petered out the deeper it went, contracting in a suckling wave. Samiha was constantly moving and shifting, grinding her mound against his nose from side to side in a silent request for more. She was getting used to the stimulation now, no longer bouncing and shifting, knowing that slow, smooth movements were key.

Her digitigrade legs squeezed around his head, her thin knees tucking under his armpits. As much as he could have touched up her rear forever, he deigned to explore the anatomy of his alien partner, his hands falling to her legs. At the knee and down, her legs were far thinner than the rest of her body, the scales that protected her jointed lower legs covering the pure muscle that propelled her body. They were thin, almost unnaturally so, Cadell’s fingers almost meeting on the other side when he gripped them in his hand.

Above the knee, things became more familiar, Cadell gripping her milky thighs hard. They were twice the size of his, her firm muscles hidden beneath the feathery veil that sprouted from her skin. He paused his attentions against her entrance to plant a kiss on the inside of her thigh, the flesh yielding wonderfully beneath his lips. Like her lower legs, they were packed with muscle, filled out to give her a defined hourglass shape despite the brawn that came with being nine feet tall.

His tongue roamed higher inside her tunnel, Cadell holding back a sneeze as his nose delved into the feathers that wrapped over the spot where her pubic hair would be were she a human. Although he could not see it directly, he felt out the shape of her insides with his tongue, and around the top of her lips was an odd crease, her skin tapering towards a tip not unlike the shape of a tent. As he roamed towards it, he felt Samiha’s nails prick his scalp, the Balokarid holding his head in her hands, stroking him a little. Was this a sensitive spot?

He dared to rake his tongue across it, and was surprised when something brushed the top of his organ. It felt like a trifactor of bristles, extending out of the nook of flesh around where his nose was, each like a small tongue in their own right. At the instant there was contact, he felt Samiha quake, loosing another birdlike call that Cadell could feel the vibrations travel through her body and into his chest.

“You okay?” Cadell asked, peeling away to look up at her. Samiha’s eyes were shut, but she pinched one open to look down at him at the next moment.

“Yes, more than okay. Do that thing again with your tongue, in that exact place. But be gentle, they are very sensitive.”

“Orders are orders,” Cadell said, and returned to his work. This must be her clitoris, the three globs of flesh probably packed end-to-end in nerve endings judging by her reaction. Were they each equally sensitive, did Balokarids possess three clitorises?