Concurrence Chapter 7-7

3383 words. I'm gonna go back and tweak some previous chapters and get them uploaded, then tweak the smex scene some more, my fingers must have grown because I found so many random letters throughout my document these past couple days. Anywho there's about two or three chapters left, but they shall be big ones, not mentioning the epilogue. Enjoy and thank you all!

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He bucked as Seela swirled her tongue around his tip, the alien holding him down with her free hand. She gave him an especially harder pump, the movement peeling back his foreskin to expose his most sensitive flesh, Seela quick to dart her tongue in and continue her tastings.

The pleasure coursing through him as she circled his glans was so intense, the vulnerability as she pinned him down only adding to the stimulation. There was so much water and damp flesh around his loins, his impotent thrusting becoming irregular as she licked and slurped.

He lurched as he was suddenly reoriented, Seela hooking her arms round his legs and hoisting him up, his butt leaving the floor as she shuffled onto her knees.

Only his upper torso was in contact with the ground, the Major looking down his chest to see his legs were resting over the top of Seela’s shoulders, the alien cupping his cheeks in her palms as she supported his weight. Apparently she had more access to him in this position, the alien getting creative with the lack of space in the shower.

Kneeling between his parted legs, she wasted no time in plunging her face back into his erection, redoubling her efforts as she stroked his organ with her soft, wet tongue. She found that there was a spot below his glans that was extra sensitive, Seela dragging her flesh across it, her drool sagging down to make her hand slick, the duelling sensations making his toes curl.

Seela moaned around his shaft as she plunged his tip into her throat, the ends of her mandibles touching his belly. She couldn’t take him much further into her throat, her mouth wasn’t designed that way, but she seemed to want to try anyway. The pulsing flesh of her mouth smothered the back and head of his member, leaving the underside open for her tongue to continue its relentless stroking.

Only the head of his dick entered the warmth of her mouth before she could take him no further, his glans encased in wriggling flesh. A blissful tightness surrounded him, Seela swallowing around his tip, the sound of her dry-gulping making his cheeks warm.

She held him there as long as she could before pulling back, but as she did, her mandibles pinched his length as her throat retreated, dragging up the spine of his shaft like four smooth fingers, his breathing punctuated by a grunt as the sudden sensation caught him off guard.

Her eyes flashed as she caught his reaction, and she repeated the motion, the Major whispering a curse as her teeth left pinpricks of pain over his shaft, yet he moved his hips anyway, seeking out more of the sensation. How could something that hurt feel good at the same time? Seela was making a mess of him, and she was enjoying it, the alien resuming her cruel licking, his cock covered in a sheen of her bubbling saliva as she increased her pace.

There were too many sensations to keep track of, her roiling tongue, the strokes of her mandibles, the seizing of her throat. A sweet ache began to rise up his body, aligning with his rapidly approaching peak, Seela sensing his need and upping her tempo, drawing back to use her tongue like a brush and swirl it around, trapping his length in a vortex of moving flesh. He couldn’t hold her stare for more than a few seconds, his position and her attentions too much for him to take.

His abs began to seize up, Seela sensing his limit and pulling him tight against her mouth, sliding his tip into her throat. To his hypersensitive body, her mouth was no different from a lovers loins, his climax coming down harder than he could hold it back.

She met his eyes with her purple ones, her intense gaze the last straw as he erupted. A jolt of pleasure forced his eyes shut, the first rope of his emission splashing against her waiting throat, the Major gritting his teeth in a vain attempt to supress a noise he’d be embarrassed to make under different circumstances. He arched his back as much as he could in this strange position, barely a moment passing before the next wave chased the first, Seela’s eyes widening as he bucked into her mouth.

He made another humiliating grunt as Seela began to swallow around him, drawing out more of his seed through force alone. He could feel her tongue stroking the underside of his shaft in a sort of come heremotion, the sound of Seela gulping audible even over the running water.

He covered his face with his hands as his partner held him like that, each pang of his climax followed by a lurch as Seela drank down his fluids, easing out a few more surges with her tongue until he felt utterly spent. His afterglow blanketed over him, his breathing reduced to pants as he watched Seela gently lower him down.

His dick bounced out of her mouth with a pop, Seela’s mandibles and snout conspicuously free of his fluids. She had swallowed all of it down, not wasting a single drop, his heart fluttering as she raised her head so he could see her neck. There was a bulge in her throat, and she forced it down, her tongue lashing out to lick her mouth and jaws clean.

His expression must have been amusing, because Seela laughed at him when she returned her eyes to his. “What? I told you I love a brackish taste, and you are the very essence of salt.”

He leaned against the nearby wall, his faculties gently returning as his euphoria oozed away, the warm water making him feel utterly relaxed for the first time in what felt like years. When was the last time he’d been with someone and released some stress? This war had left hardly any time for relaxing.

“You look so cute when you are tired,” Seela chuckled.

“I’m an ONI operative, I can’t be cute,” he replied, glaring at her.

His words only seemed to amuse her further. “But you have such delicate features and soft hair, not to mention your smooth skin.”

She brushed her nails against his leg to illustrate her point, his muscles twitching reflexively. As he fought to steady his breathing, Seela spoke up again. “Is the operative too exhausted to carry on? There is not enough room in this cubicle for me to lay on you, if you could even handle that.”

Not about to let her have the last laugh, he rose to his feet in defiance, Seela watching him covetously as he readied for their next round, his member still hard as a rock despite his orgasm, its length still wet with her spit.

She matched his movements, standing to her regal height, her purple eyes flashing as the light reflected off them. Her hips rocked like a pendulum as she strode forwards, the heat of her loins washing over his dick as she paused next to him.

“I am as ready as I ever will be,” Seela purred. “Do it, enter me.”

It wasn’t as though he was about to do otherwise, the Major reaching down and angling his dick towards her sopping vent. There was a slight problem, however, and he wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it before. He chewed his lip, contemplating on a few ideas for a second, Seela glaring down at him impatiently.

“Why do you delay?” she snapped. “I’m not getting any wetter than this.”

“Problem,” he said, motioning at their hips. They were out of line by at least a foot, her vagina too far out of reach of his member, no matter how much he angled it upwards. “Think there might be a stool or something in that cupboard, hold on.”

“I grow tired of holding on, I need this now,” Seela growled, seizing him by the shoulders. His feet left the floor, panic making his stomach lurch as she carried him over to the wall, his back compressing against the panes as Seela positioned him so that their genitals lined up.

He hooked his hands over the top of the glass walls of the shower in alarm, looking down to see Seela wrapping a forearm round his midsection, holding him in position as she splayed her legs a little.

“Christ Seela, warn me before you pick me up like that!”

She answered his complaint with her version of a grin, her gaze slowly lowering until she was watching their waists. The wisps of steam were making it a little hard to see, but he could feel as much as see her crotch slowly connecting to his. Her lips glided against his glans, their flesh so slick his cock angled towards her opening without a hint of friction.

She knocked her hips to his, a small ripple travelling down her soft thighs as she impaled herself on him. He plunged into her squirming passage after a moment of resistance, her liquid excitement letting him slide into her with ease. They both growled in unison as her mound kissed his belly, her flesh tightening around him with a surprising strength. She was so muscular the size difference of their bodies hardly mattered, her abs flexing as her tunnel squeezed into the shape of his length, the Major aware of every twitch of her walls as they stroked his flesh.

Points of light danced before his eyes, her vent felt like it was lined with a hundred tongues, each one moving independent of each other, flexing and roiling just as Seela had done with her mouth. He was almost afraid to move, every inch of his dick constantly in contact with her roiling flesh, making him aware of even the slightest movement on either of their parts.

He mumbled a curse as he felt like he was melting, the hot water and her even hotter tunnel making his thoughts a mess. Seela pushed herself harder against him, grinding her hips up and down his pelvis as though she was using his dick to scratch at in itch deep inside her. Despite her brawn and taking-charge approach, he could tell even she was having trouble keeping focused, her thighs quivering as she planted her hooves in different spots, trying to keep herself balanced as she supported his weight.

Confident she wouldn’t let him fall, he placed his hands on top of her head, stroking randomly since she had no hair or ears, just a smooth head and a long neck. She growled appreciatively as he drew figures of eight on the back of her skull, the water and sweat making his fingers glide against her hide.

After staying mated for a few moments, Seela pulled her hips back, a wonderful tightness seizing around his member as inches of his skin became visible. Her pearly fluids were clinging to his length in long strands, more of it gushing out after a particularly violent flex on his part. She paused when only the tip was still inside her, and then she pushed him back inside, the Major aware as the rings of muscle travelled down his length, the sudden explosion of raw pleasure making his legs go numb, it was a good thing she had him suspended.

She put them in a heavy, slow rhythm, Seela completely in control of their pace since he could not push back with the wall behind him. He could imagine Sangheili would want things going hard and fast, they were giants compared to humans, but she was being considerate with her pace and weight, pushing just enough of it onto him so that he could appreciate her brawn.

Each time she rose off his shaft her insides clung to him, like her tunnel was trying to stop him from pulling away, the pressure lighting up his nerves like a switchboard. He wanted so badly to meet her thrusts with his own, but Seela was in control of this, perhaps wanting to make their coupling last. He wondered if he could survive a night in the sack with Seela in a proper bed, perhaps after all this was over he could find out…

His fingers roamed down to her breasts, cupping and mauling them just as he had before, Seela’s insides narrowing around him as he flicked one of her nipples with a finger, her little groans like music to his ears as she pushed her face into his pectorals, her tongue occasionally lolling out to sample his sweat.

Her silken walls slid up and down his length, the Major so aware of the wet sounds as her loins sucked on his length. Every flex of her walls, and every throb of his member, sent a shock of pleasure through the two of them, the lines between their bodies blurring as they mated in earnest.

He could feel a rising need surge from his loins, but he gritted his teeth as he tried to stave it off. His glans were being constantly caressed by her alien walls, which never seemed to stay still as she pushed him into the glass, her love tunnel spiralling from left to right as Seela rocked her hips with a rising need of her own.

He placed his hands on her heaving flesh, reaching lower to cup her bountiful cheeks, admiring them as he looked down the length of her back from above. As he’d seen, her ass was shaped like a peach, the cheeks filled to capacity with muscle and sinew that tensed when he copped a generous feel of her. Her butt had more in common with a statue than any living thing he knew, so round and perfect she might as well have been carved from stone.

He tried to slow down her growing pace, holding her by her soft hips and encouraging her to ease back, but Seela wasn’t having it. She brought a leg up, planting a hoof onto a shelf built into the wall just off to the side, bottles of lotion falling to the floor, her thigh was now within arm’s reach. The texture of her narrow tunnel swirled around his shaft, the feeling making his eyes roll into the back of his head. She moved her other leg so that it was splayed flat against the glass.

He could feel himself reaching much deeper in this position, Seela putting her agility on show as she alternated between hilting him and gyrating her hips, rocking and circling against his waist as though she was dancing to a beat only she could hear.

His hands couldn’t get enough of her lithe curves, his fingers roaming as much of her body as he could reach, her springy muscles and her firm contours no end of admiration for his palms. The soft parts of her were like foam, the subtle layer of fat on her leathery hide giving her just the right amount of femininity to complement her musculature.

Seela made sure no two thrusts were the same, the Major never quite getting used to the intense pleasure as she bucked him into the glass. She was starting to lose control of herself, her thrusts become hard enough to leave bruises, the glass creaking and bending as their combined weight put it under strain.

She rested her head on top of his, pushing her chest out so he could access her boobs with his tongue. He mouthed and kissed, her leather fragrance coming back now along with the scent of her excitement, something about the blend of her aromas driving him wild.

Like when she walked, she began to rock her hips from left to right, the pressure growing each time she reached the peak of each swing. Her insides wrung him in a constant spin, their coupling growing too much for him to bear.

“Seela,” he growled. “I… can’t take this much longer.”

She began her reply with an oddly girlish mewl. “Th-Then come for me,” she panted, angling her head down until her eyes filled his entire view. “Do it, make me feel alive.”

His body seized up, the orgasm he’d been staving off threatening to spill, Seela burying his aching cock as deep into her tunnel as it could reach, her walls twisting in a tantalising motion, one lust thrust on her part all it took to force him over the edge.

All his muscles relaxed, his strength sapping out of his aching cock as he shuddered, his come erupting out of him to splash against her most intimate reaches. Her passage tightened harder than it ever had before, her hips stopping abruptly as she sucked in a gasp of air as his seed filled her spasming passage.

A second splash of his emission came shortly after, her velvet walls drawing on his length like she was trying to milk more out of him. Seela reached her peak right after, her slim body tensing up, then relaxing as her passage vibrated around his length, his partner loosing a heavenly moan as he thrust his hips forward, plunging his fluids deeper into her quivering vent.

Their climaxes just kept going, the two reducing to panting messes as they locked their foreheads together. The lurid blend of their fluids spilled out of her as she was filled to capacity, masking a mess of their thighs as the pearly fluids flowed down their legs.

Seela mumbled something in her native language as she trembled against him, her sensitive walls twitching as his cock throbbed inside her, her nectar spilling over his impaled shaft in waves. It felt like his dick was covered in warm glue, and it was a divine sensation.

Slowly, their reactions began to lose their intensity until their bodies had nothing more to give, Seela leaning more of her weight on him as she lidded her eyes as though suddenly tired. He gave her a gentle tap, motioning for her to put him down. She eased him to the floor, and he was almost afraid to move, the blend of their combined fluids was still plugged inside her, hot and thick, his rigid member the only thing keeping it from spilling.

Seela eventually pulled away, the disconnect making them both sigh as a final pang of pleasure coursed through them. The pearly mix of their emissions draped out in sheets, slapping to the floor where the water washed it up. He didn’t think he could come that much, he must have been more pent up than he realised.

He could have drifted off to sleep then and there, her delicious scent all around him, the warm air making his afterglow as sweet as honey, but he had to remember they were still technically in a warzone, and he fought against the complaints of his body as he resisted the urge to rest, the high of their encounter soon fading into the back of his mind.

“I was looking for incentives to escape this city,” Seela suddenly said, her voice breathy. “Now, I have found it. I’m glad I decided to keep you rather than kill you.”

“I’m… glad, too?” he asked, Seela laughing at his confusion. She got to a knee so that their eyes met, the alien almost toppling over as her balance hadn’t quiet returned yet. The Major shifted on the spot as a long silence followed.

“Tell me,” she began. “What is your name?”

“My…? I thought ‘Major’ was more than enough?”

“It is,” she replied. “But, I would know it all the same, if that is fine with you.”

“Y-Yeah, it is,” he said. He had been addressed by rank for so it was starting to feel like his actual name, he had even been reluctant to tell it to his latest squad, another defence mechanism, he supposed. “It’s Andrew.”

“Andrew,” Seela repeated. “Nice to meet you, Andrew. As much as I wish to ride you until the sun rises, urgency insists that we should be moving on,” she said. “but first…”

“Ablution?” he asked, Seela nodding.

“It would not be appropriate to fight with our couplingall over us,” she said. “Let us clean ourselves, we still have your mission to complete.”