Concurrence Chapter 7-6

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“You continue to surprise me,” Seela cooed, wrapping her arms around his head, drawing his face deeper into her shapely bosom, her soft body enveloping him from all sides. Her scent came down stronger now that he was sealed from the air beyond her, and he could have stayed that way forever. He reached out and linked his hands on the other side of her waist, Seela slim enough his hands could meet just above her haunches as he returned the hug.

He switched to her other boob, Seela gasping as he mouthed at her nipple until his jaw ached. When he was satisfied he’d given her bosom enough attention, he tapped at her arm, Seela begrudgingly releasing him from her bust, the Major blinking his eyes clear as he surfaced from her breasts like a diver breaching water for air.

“What a peculiar display,” she said, laying her arms on his shoulders as she peered down at him. “Male Sangheili hardly ever notice them, yet here you are… scenting them.”

“They’re missing out,” he said, Seela’s snout flushing a creamy red. “Doesn’t bother you, does it?

“Gods, no. I enjoy the… tenderness of your tongue. It is so smooth and warm, like the rest of you,” she added, gently pinching his flesh between her fingers. “Keep going…”

He sealed his lips obediently around her engorged nipples again, her hips flexing against his own as he made her dance on the spot with his attentions. He trailed his lips lower, planting a kiss on her stomach, lowering to his knees as he mouthed at random spots on her smooth belly.

He could feel her core pushing back up to meet his kisses wherever his lips roamed, his touches sending shivers through her lithe body. He placed his hands on her flared hips, the beltline of her bodysuit riding low on her waist, Seela’s violet eyes glinting in the light as she watched him bring her face level with her mound.

“A-Are we not going to mate?” she asked, a surprised look on her face. Her mandibles opened as she made to continue, but her voice trailed off into a low rumble as he planted a kiss on the spot just below where her navel would be, if she were human. Sangheili must not do a lot of foreplay, if she hadn’t already guessed what he was about to do.

“I got a few ideas before we get to that,” he said, putting on a mysterious front to hide his growing enthusiasm. He pulled her bodysuit over her thighs, extending the zipper as far down as it could, the Major coming face to face with her nethers.

His gaze fell on a pair of thick, pillowy lips, not so different from a human woman’s, except far larger, as flawless and smooth like the rest of her. They were covered over in her navy blue, reptilian hide, a mesmerising slice of pink buried between them. Her lips were wet and shining, but whether that was because of the shower or her own fluids, it was hard to say.

“What… ideas would that be?” she asked, her breathing growing long and irregular as his face neared her mound. He didn’t answer her, peeling back her suit so that they draped over her knees, Seela stepping out of them and kicking the fabric over the glass wall, where it joined the rest of the pile of armour and clothing.

At this angle, having to look up at her to admire her form, it was like she’d been carved from marble, her completely bare body so svelte and lean, hammered into shape by a lifetime of combat, her curves only exaggerated by her size.

He slid his hands from her backward-facing calves to her upper legs, blinking when his fingers sank up to the knuckle when he ran them up her inner thighs. They were as big as tree trunks, but covered in a supple layer of enticing fat, the bundles of muscles flexing beneath it when he dug a little deeper.

Her skin here was a lot thinner, thus more sensitive if her fidgeting on the spot was any indication. He left a lingering kiss on her left thigh, her cold hide brushing his cheek, Seela shivering as he sampled her flesh, travelling his lips up towards her mound.

He wrapped an arm around her soft leg, hovering his lips over her entrance, dragging his tongue from bottom to top across her vulva. It was definitely more than just the water making her slick down there, her juices splashing over his lips as he nipped at her delicate folds of flesh with his lips. That leather smell was here in full force, coming on so strong he had to blink his eyes to stay focused.

“Gods!” she cried, rolling her hips as he mouthed and kissed at her entrance, his nose wet with her leaking fluids. He could hear her breathing morph into hard pants, her spine bending in a slight arch as his tongue probed into the beginnings of her tunnel.

He glanced up to see she was covering her mandibles with a hand, in some vain attempt to muffle the little growls and moans she was making. He laughed at her, the air he breathed making her tremble as he pushed past her silky walls, the alien shuddering as her muscles viced around his exploring tongue.

His tongue swept upwards, brushing against something small and hard, and Seela snarled, a noise that would have caused concern had he not had his face up against her sex. He stroked the little nub again, cocking a brow as she thrust her hips forward, as though she was trying to fuck his face.

“There!” she said. “Right there! Lick it.”

It was more an order than a plea, but he obeyed her all the same, pursing his lips around the protrusion and flicking his tongue over its smooth surface. It was like sampling a ball, her g-spot much more exaggerated due to her larger body.

She suddenly lost her footing, the Major looking on in alarm as she stumbled back, hitting the wall of the cubicle with an audible thunk, Seela’s butt sliding against the tiles as she seemingly lost control of her knees. He pulled his head back, water and fluids linking his lips to her vagina as he watched her tremble.

“You okay?” he asked, her head a little taller than his own as she propped herself up. Her eyes were facing different direction, he realised, Seela blinking them back into focus after a moment.

“W-When I was in training, it was drilled into my mind that I must be ready for anything,” she said. “I must expect any attack to come from any direction, I can say with certainty that I was not ready for that.”

“You’re usually so intense,” he said, shuffling over the plastic floor and rubbing her thighs with his hands. “I’ve seen you take out entire squads of Covenant, but a bit of licking and you’re out.”

“I-I am not used to such attentions!” she snapped, her expression turning just a little meek. She was probably chiding herself for sounding so defensive. “No other Sangheili has ever been so… creative, with me.”

“Then we’ll just have to see if we can fix that, won’t we?”

He delved between her legs again, Seela’s eyes locked onto his head as he leaned over. Now that she was closer to the floor, it made things a bit more comfortable, the Major half lying on the floor between her splayed legs as he resumed his ardent licking. He picked up the pace, exploring every inch of her vulva, switching between mouthing at her walls and her swollen clitoris, her juices filling his mouth with an odd taste of leather and copper.

He could hear her hindquarters squeaking against the tiles as she rocked her hourglass hips, her movements lining up with the strokes of his tongue. He reached over her waist and cupped her bountiful cheeks, delighting in the way her flesh moulded around his fingers like melting wax. Her cheeks were as pert as her breasts, shifting muscles flexing beneath her hide keeping them in that mesmerising peach shape he had admired from afar.

He felt her fingers delve into his hair, her hands so large that they nearly encompassed his whole skull. Her sharp nails scratched at his scalp, a pleasant shiver running down his neck, the feeling so distracting he paused in his mouthing to relish the sensation. Was his scalp really that sensitive?

“Do not stop,” Seela growled, using her hands to push his mouth back into her sopping entrance. “I am so… so close.”

She grumbled as her hips began to ground into his face, the Major resuming his work. He drew back a little to catch some air, bringing up a finger and slipping it inside her twitching opening. Heat and wetness engulfed his digit, and despite her oversized entrance being just that, there was a surprising tightness as her tunnel contracted around his probing finger. It must be her amazing pelvic muscles, allowing her such fine control over her velvet-soft walls.

She was constantly in motion, putting her flexible body on display as her upper body moved independently from her hips, like she was twisting on the spot. He was distracted as her abs, or whatever equivalent of absElites had, flexed and moved above his nose, her muscles flowing along with the curve of her waist.

He felt her thighs close round his head as she began to tense up, and for a moment he was worried she might crush his skull, her muscles were all the more obvious pressing against his cheeks from all sides. Yet she was being careful of his human limitations even in her mounting ecstasy, her legs applying just enough pressure so that he couldn’t move away, but not enough to hurt him.

Her thrusting became more violent, and just as he worried she might throw him off with her movements, her orgasm rocked her body, Seela shivering as though the running water had been turned from hot to cold. Her thighs flexed around his face as a cascade of her fluids spilled into his mouth, the Major pulling back alarm, or at least he would have if her thighs hadn’t locked his head in place.

Her gooey nectar leaked down his chin as he kept up his relentless fingering, drawing as much of her emission out as he could, Seela crying out something in her native language as another shivered roiled through her tall body. Her walls clamped down hard enough he worried he might lose blood flow to his tongue, but gradually her muscles began to relax, her violent thrusts subsiding into more slower, placating shifts as she came down from her high.

He slid his tongue and finger out of her, her thick fluids dripping to the tiles below, the water quickly washing it away. Seela’s ass had raised off the floor during her climax, and now she let herself collapse, her eyes glossed over as one last pang of pleasure chased her into her afterglow.

He rose from his prone position, nearly slipping as he shuffled over to her, his right arm touching her left as he leaned against the wall with her, wiping his chin clean of her fluids with the back of his hand.

“Your dexterity extends to other places, it seems,” she muttered, her breathing deep and irregular, like she’d run a marathon. Her bust wobbled as she turned to him, her eyes tracking a rope of her pearly liquid sticking to his cheek. “Give me that tongue again.”

She pinched his chin between her finger and thumbs, drawing him in for another of her kisses, her tongue constricting round his own. She didn’t seem to care tasting her own juices, tilting her head to deepen their connection. He found himself sinking into her body, the act so sensual and dizzying as her tongue enraptured him. She pulled away so very slowly, making him aware of every inch of her tongue as she disconnected from his lips.

“I have definitely warmed up now,” she said, glancing up at the showerhead, then down at her messy crotch. “As for ablution, that is another matter…”

He reached up and fumbled with the dial, changing the setting to widen the spray so that the water rained down on both of them. “Can’t believe you didn’t know how to use this after I showed you like twice,” he mumbled, Seela chuckling at him.

“You really are a fool, aren’t you? Of course I know how to work the taps, I just needed an excuse to get you back in here. You ran off so quickly I thought you did not see me as… appealing. Your magnificent tongue has put those thoughts aside, of course.”

“There’s a lot more I can do if you need more convincing,” he said, smirking up at her.

“I am so used to fighting for what I want,” she said, draping an arm over his shoulders, her breast squashing against the side of his head. “Yet you give to me relief both in mind and in body, allow me to return the favour…”

She eased him down, her massive weight leaving him no choice but to let her flip him onto his back, Seela’s face following him down. When his back met the wet plastic, the side of his ribs touching the drain, Seela caressed his face with her hand, then with her tongue, smearing his face in her saliva.

Leaving its muscular tip hanging out, she trailed it down his neck, pausing there to grasp his flesh with her mandibles, her teeth pinching his skin. She didn’t bite him hard enough to draw blood, but just enough for him to notice, his back arching in reflex as he struggled in vain against her weight. She wasn’t straddling him, she was too big to sit inside the shower, instead she was kneeling over him in a sort of crouch, one of her digitigrade legs draped over his torso, his raging erection rubbing against her shin through the fabric of his underwear.

She held him by the shoulders as she travelled south along his body, exploring and testing his muscles just as he had to her, leaving wet trails of her drool that were quickly washed away by the water. She had such fine coordination, rubbing circles on his pectorals with her palms while leaving love bites on his stomach and ribs.

“The sweat from your pores, your musk,” Seela groaned, closing her eyes and letting them roll, as though she had just sampled the finest meal in her life. “The typical males who attempt to court me have scents worse than a Jiralhanae adolescent, but yours… I cannot seem to get enough of it.”

She soon reached the waistline of his remaining clothing, Seela’s gaze turning coy as she slipped a finger beneath the fabric, peeling the elastic down to expose his member. Her eyes were so intent on his obvious bulge it was almost like she was trying to see straight through the fabric.

His member bounced free, Seela sliding his underwear down his legs, throwing it over the glass panes, never taking her eyes off his crotch. He didn’t know how big Sangheili junks were, but Seela didn’t seem the least bit bothered by his raging erection, her eyes running up and down his length with interest.

He lurched as she gave his tip a single lap with her tongue, his waist rising off the floor. Seela planted a hand on his stomach, holding him down as she cooed at him.

“Perhaps my tasting problem will be short-lived…”

His head was running circles as she dragged her velvety tongue over his tender glans, a flutter passing through his heart as her violet eyes drank in his reaction. She was gauging where he was most sensitive, thos eyes staring directly into his soul as she painted his member with her spit.

She coiled his shaft inside her damp flesh, her warm breath washing over his length as she began to lap at him more greedily. Her mouth wasn’t built for sucking, but the way her wet flesh flicked across his glans and shaft was just as exhilarating, his thoughts turning to mush as she grabbed the base of his rod with her massive hand, giving him a tentative squeeze every now and then so he could never be quite sure where the pleasure would come from next.