Vanguard Word Update

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“Again with the curious anatomy,” Samiha mused, swirling her soft palms over his chest. The sensation was like being teased with a brush, each individual stalk on her hand tickling him, electric currents fingering down his body at her touch.

Her explorations travelled lower, his belly drawing her attention next. The nails tipping her long fingers were a little larger than a humans, and the way she scraped his flesh with them made him feel oddly vulnerable, but he trusted that Samiha wouldn’t hurt him as she mapped his every contour and detail. If she disapproved of his anatomy, then she never said so. She was uttering the occasional comment about how strange he was, but she wasn’t saying that in disapproval. Just like his own outlook towards her, the alien exoticism was the most alluring part in all of this.

She dipped a finger into his belly button, traced the flesh on his slim hips, pressed a palm against his abs, leaving no part of him untouched. He wouldn’t be surprised in the least if she flipped him over to examine his back, but her attentions seemed focused on his front alone, and his excitement was mounting as her amber eyes slowly trailed towards his crotch.

At last her hands fell to his underwear, Samiha lifting up the elastic with a nail. She pulled down, his rigid member catching on the fabric as it bounced free to stand proudly in the air. Her explorations had already caused him to reach full mast, jumping in time with his heartbeat.

Samiha’s reaction to his organ was of alarmed fascination, and she turned that expression on him, those giant eyes causing knots of tension in his stomach.

“That has been under your uniform this entire time?” Samiha asked, slowly reaching down to rest his cock in her fuzzy palm. “It is so big!”

“I-It’s not always like that,” he stammered. “It only grows when human’s get, uh, aroused.”

“Ah,” Samiha said, as if she’d been told the answer to a quiz. “That makes sense. It would be difficult for you to run drills with this thing flapping around all the time.”

“So, uh, how… is it?” Cadell asked stiffly. “I don’t… I know I’m not as big as that Balokarid guy out there…”

“You are underestimating the size of our males,” Samiha said, smirking as she lifted his organ up, testing its weight. “You are endowed enough. More than enough, actually…”

She gripped his rod in just three fingers, running them up from his base to his tip, her feathers bristling as she stared at his loins. Her three points of contact stood out starkly in his mind, Cadell’s eyes slowly closing as the flats of her digits traced the rib of his tip, the sides of his shaft, and a couple of veins along the back. He felt like he was hooked up to an electrical current, her delicate feathers combined with her gentle prodding causing his breathing to become deeper and less regular. 

After a few extra moments of her explorations, Samiha pulled her hand away, a sultry look on her face as she rose to a crouching position. She reached one long leg over his torso, while at the same time she rose her flute to her lips for another draw of her herb, Cadell admiring her flexibility as she poised over him. Her meaty rump fell down to rest between his knees, his legs pushing out to accommodate her size. Before he knew it, she was sat below his waist, her knees rising up like mountains as she rested her feet beside his hands.

“That is better,” Samiha murmured, wisps of smoke coming out of her beak on every syllable.

She crossed her long legs, making to sit below him like a yoga instructor. One of her avian feet brushed his rigid member on its way past, and Cadell flinched, the contact of her sharp talons on his privates eliciting a gasp from his lips.

“Oh?” Samiha inquired. “Did I cut you?” She looked down, her amber eyes flashing as she examined his manhood. “No,” she answered for him. “Seems I did quite the opposite. You like the feel of my feet, Cadell?”

He masked his furious blush by rubbing his chin, but Samiha saw right through him, her lilting laughter filling the room as she saw his reaction.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Samiha said. “Heard that some Balokar use their feet to pleasure their mates. Think it goes like this…”

She brought her left foot in from the side, the ball of her foot coming into contact with his shaft. Her feet were like those of a crow or raven, thin black limbs that ended in four ‘toes’ which were tipped with dark talons that reminded Cadell of the talons of some Jurassic-era animal of Earth, curved like meat-hooks.

As her foot curled around his rod, he noted how its texture was similar to scales, firm and pleasingly cool. Like one would stroke with their hand, Samiha dragged her foot up to his tip, Cadell groaning as the bumpy texture of her scales raked along his sensitive flesh. She paused at the apex, smothering the head of his member with the ball of her backward toe, which was her equivalent of a heel.

“So firm,” Samiha commented, his member squashing in a bend as she applied a little pressure. “but soft, at the same time. Different from ours…”

“I-In what way?” he asked, but Samiha didn’t answer. Instead she introduced her other foot, enveloping his groin from the other side, sealing it in a prison of cool, hard flesh. Her toes curled over his shaft like bars on a prison cell, Cadell wincing at their comparatively harder texture, a hint of panic touching his thoughts at the proximity of those sharp talons to his most vulnerable area.

“I will be careful,” Samiha said, as if knowing what he was thinking. “But just in case, do try and not move around so much.”

“A-Alright,” he said. “I trust you.”

She flashed him a warm smile, her expression turning sultry as she returned her attention to his loins. She curled her toes against him, her toes like giant fingers as they around his length, Cadell seeing the skin around her toes press inwards as she applied pressure. She didn’t squeeze hard enough to hurt, but stopped just before that point, Cadell resisting the urge to writhe at the sudden sensation.

She began with a slow, upward stroke, her feet sliding to rest at his tip, one of her talons resting in the groove of where his head met his shaft. Cadell had never been given a footjob before, and the sensation was as intense as it was novel, his member throbbing beneath her avian feet.

Once more she paused at the upper half of his member, the delightful squeeze on his head making him groan under his breath. A drop of his pre escaped from his tip, sliding down to touch one of her toes. Samiha’s eyes flicked towards it, and she placed her left foot on his tip, more of his liquid excitement escaping to stain her scaly underside. She began drawing slow circles, keeping a tight grip with her other foot so that only the head of his rod moved around as she spread the mess.

“Normally I’d reprimand such waste of water,” Samiha said, her eyes watching as her legs swapped roles, spreading his pre down the sides of his cock. “but if it feels good, then that is fine. Does it feel good?”

“Yeah…” Cadell muttered, and he found himself unable to meet her stare for very long. Her eyes were so bright and orange in the dimness of the bedroom, as if they emitted an illumination by their own power.

“You look so cute like that,” Samiha chuckled. “Now I know what the pilots were talking about…”

As she spread his pre from one foot to the other, her contact became slick, lubricated, and when she slid her feet down to his base, the movement was slow and almost frictionless, Cadell’s spine arcing of its own volition. He felt a flare of panic as one of her sharp talons pinched into his skin, almost creaking the skin. He had to stay very still of he wanted his privates to survive this ordeal, the looming threat of her talons making him hyperaware of every contour of her toes.

Cadell wanted to return the favour, take a few handfuls of her crimson feathers, but in their current orientation she was too far away. He elected to lay back and let her take the reins, submitting to the strange but not unwelcome waves of pleasure assailing him, the odd bumps and ridges of her feet gliding up and down his nether regions. Her steady, slow rhythm gradually began to speed up, Cadell’s hands curling into fists as constant movement swirled around his shaft and balls, Samiha laying one hand on his knee as she reclined back a little so she could take another lungful of her herb.

Her eyes were constantly shifting from his junk to his face, Samiha displaying an outstanding amount of coordination as she began to alternate her movements. She would rub his shaft between her heels like she was using his length to start a fire, before switching to smothering just his tip with the pointed tip of her talon, the alarm of having such a sharp thing so close making his senses reel. An urgent sensation of pressure was building in his core, Cadell’s hips moving of their own accord as they matched with Samiha’s movements.

She leaned forward until he felt her warm breath on his dick, Samiha exhaling a cloud of smoke on his tip. The cloud ringed around his length, his cock twitching as the warm vapours fingered at his flesh. She looked up at him, smirking at his reaction.

“I can feel your flesh beat like a drum,” she said. “Are you close? Do humans… ejaculate?”

“Yeah, and yeah,” he said. “If you go a little faster, then definitely…”

“What will happen?” she asked. “Actually, do not answer that. I will find out soon enough.”

Her pace increased, her toes closing and relaxing at random intervals, Samiha keeping him guessing as to when the pressure would come. She had such fine control over her toes, as though she were manipulating them like fingers, each squeeze and tug catching him off-guard. It occurred to him that this was why Samiha was watching him so intently. She was gauging his reactions to what he liked and didn’t like, her superior eyesight able to tell her which parts off him were the most sensitive, where the biggest spikes of pleasure would come from.

The pressure inside him began to build further, the speed of his gyrating hips increasing along with Samiha’s sordid pace. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room as her feet travelled on the thin sheen of his pre, Samiha’s giant thighs tensing as she exerted fine control over her long legs. He could see muscles rippling beneath her coat of feathers, the undersides of her legs wobbling just enough to give them an enticing softness.

Cadell’s nails scratched into the sheets beneath him in a vain effort to stave off his rising climax, but Samiha’s pace was so punishing that he couldn’t even keep his train of thought straight. She was basically milking him now, the strange clashing sensations of her sharp talons and her cool scales making his head spin.

“I…” he stuttered. “Samiha, I’m gonna…”

He choked off his own words as his orgasm crept up on him, snarling out a curse word as the stimulation became too much. The pressure concentrated around his crotch, and despite the substantial weight Samiha had on his legs and waist, his hips rose off the mattress just enough that she had to brace herself with one hand, her eyes widening in mild alarm. His cock swelled, and his come erupted from his tip with all the force of a gunshot, his length jumping inside the cage of talons surrounding it.

Samiha voiced a surprised ‘ka-rawwt’, as though bringing him over his limit had surprised the alien. She flinched as a rope of emission streaked into the air, draping itself over her feet in a thick line, some of it getting on her leg. Her surprise was quickly cut off as she repeated another pump with her legs, Cadell gritting his teeth as she forced another rope of his seed to surge forth.

His spine arced until it cramped, and then Cadell felt all the tension in his body melt away, and he fell back in a satisfied heap, his hot fluids clashing with the ambient temperature off Samiha’s scales. A third spasm soon followed, but this one was smaller than the last couple, and Samiha’s stroking slowly subsided as she mirrored his movements as he came down from his high.