The life of a space fairing mercenary did not allow for a life of luxury. Jobs came and went like seconds on the clock. One moment you're escorting impossibly rare materials through pirate infested space, the next you're in a shoot out in some backwater station over a debt you didn't know you accrued. For the legendary Star Fox team, life was hardly any easier than the common thug's. Hell, it was actually worse in almost every way.
It had been months since the blue vixen last achieved a full night's rest. If she wasn't in the training sims she was in a real life-or-death dogfight, if she wasn't at the shooting range, she was in a bloody firefight. It was hellish work with twelve-hour working days was an easy day and left a body near collapse when it was over. Yet there was no other life she would rather have. To give up on this would leave her hollow and without a purpose. Abandoning this life she had chosen and depriving herself of the man that made it all possible was utterly unthinkable to the vixen.
He alone made it all worth it. All those lost hours of sleep, laser burns, near misses and close calls hardly mattered when she could be close to him for even moment. To bask in the aura of his mind with her telepathy, to catch his scent in passing, and feel the brush of his touch. Yet as heavenly as it was to have his hands tracing her form into a proper firing stance or guiding her through a maintenance evolution on her Arwing, it was just as maddening. She wanted more. She wanted him. Gun-for-hire or not, she was still a woman with needs that were unquenchable by mere silicone toys or one's own paw. Many a night she languished in bed with a burning need that refused to be put out no matter how many batteries she drained. Knowing that he was so close and yet unreachable was maddening.
But not today.
Today was a day that all mercenaries lived (and died) for. A day not of drills, fighting, flying, killing, fixing, or just waiting around. Today was a day of down time, and Krystal could think of no better way than to spend it with her beloved Captain.
By some unexplainable shift of the universe or perhaps just dumb luck, she and the Captain had found themselves with exactly twenty-four hours of downtime. Perhaps he knew this would be the case and why he invited her along to the negotiation tables planet-side, or maybe they were just lucky enough to have negotiated well above asking price and moving such a sum of credits would require twenty-four hours to process. Having been spurned by clients before, there was no way they would head back to base and ready-up for their latest mission. Either way, the blue vixen felt blessed to have found herself alone with the man she admired most on a tropical island paradise.
Once the proceedings had wrapped up, they decided to celebrate such a large and easy paycheck with a day out. Lunch on the beach, a trip to the mall, a swim in the beautiful ocean, a dinner under the stars with music and candles, and to top it all off, dancing until the bars were all closed. It wasn't a date by any measure, it was just two co-workers sharing a well-earned moment of respite together. So what if she couldn't take her eyes off his wonderous body at the beach, so what if she played a little footsie with him under the dinner table, so what if she let his hands wander so far down her back during a slow dance? So what if they were sharing a room with only one bed? It was strictly platonic. Nothing would come of it-
The moment the door to their hotel room, the foxes pounced. Hands reached, grabbed and groped in a mad flurry of passion. Their lips were locked together while their tongues furiously lapped at one another. Krystal took the initiative and slammed the man against the nearest wall, her waist grinding into his while she desperately tore at the buttons of his dress shirt. Such a delicate task proved too frivolous after the second button and so she grabbed either side and tore it open; buttons flying off in every direction.
The man growled into the kiss but not at the loss of his shirt. He forced his hip back into hers, his member already rock-hard and throbbing in its fabric bonds. His hands reached for the hem of Krystal's dress, pulled it up until the supple flesh beneath was exposed, and took hold of the ass he'd lusted for since he'd rescued it on Sauria. Finally feeling it in the flesh for the first time after all these months of stolen glances and wishful fantasies was orgasmic. He moaned into the kiss they were sharing and gave her a smart spank.
The sting of her flesh awoke something within the vixen. Something far more primal than anything she knew existed within her. Whatever it was, it had the rest of the man's clothes off in mere moments with her new dress strewn unceremoniously over them. She didn't even take a moment to marvel at the man's beautiful naked form, she just acted. Throwing him down on the bed, she crawled on top of him like a mighty huntress claiming her prize. Taking his massive cock in hand and readying to spear herself upon it, the man gave her a look that turned her insides to butterflies. That face, that gorgeous, handsome face that could make her sopping wet with just a look. The exact same look he was giving her right now. That smug, cocky face that necessitated a swift humbling.
Krystal dropped his pulsing flesh and crept further up his body, pinning his arms with her legs and weight and lining up her aching lips with that handsome face. Yet even from under her and her power, that his cocky grin did waver. His neck craned and with one slow swipe of his tongue nearly electrocuted the vixen. Her ocean blue fur was standing on end and her tail was wagging fast enough to ruffle the curtains across the room. Again, he raked her with his warm, wet tongue and again she nearly collapsed. Her head fell back and she whined like a bitch in heat.
The man licked his chops for a moment, savoring the taste of his vixen while giving her a moment to recuperate. When Krystal looked down as if to ask why he stopped, he doubled down his smarmy gaze with the cocking of an eyebrow before attacking her with reckless abandon. From just the tongue lashing alone, the vixen's legs started to go numb. Oh, gods and goddesses how she craved this, how she needed this. Not a toy in her collection could compare to the raw feeling of flesh on flesh; the warm wetness of his tongue subjugating her most sacred area. One moment it was boxing her clit to near orgasm, the next it was lapping greedily into her folds for the freshest nectar. Her hips hadn't had enough on the dance floor and were now rocking on the face of her handsome Captain.
"Oh, Fox! OH, FOX!" she screamed, loud enough to alert half the hotel what was going on in room two-six-four. "I've wanted this for so long!" The man didn't dare stop to answer her with his words. All he did in response was clasp both hands on those snow-white cheeks and savor every inch with his kneading paws and lick harder. "You're amazing. You're so strong and so wonderful to me. I owe you so much, I can never repay your kindness… oh gods and goddesses! That tongue!"
Her thighs began to quiver then shake. The tod murred to himself and took hold of either leg right on her tattoos. It wasn't just the vixen who needed this. It had been so long since he'd had any time to himself, much less sexual gratification; self or otherwise. He hadn't let his hopes up for anything to come of this little holiday, yet here he was, muzzle buried deep in Krystal's most intimate area about to make her cum on his face.
A gamble that paid off in more than he could have ever dreamed.
Suddenly, the vixen's body locked up and her eyes grew wide as she stared into his emerald jewels. "F-Fox! I-I-I-I'm-" she managed to say before the man finished her off.
With his lips he created a circle around her clit and sucked down; his tongue treating it like a punching bag. She lasted another moment or two before succumbing to her Captain's skills. The sudden overcharge of pleasure nearly shattered her mind. After so many long and lonely nights, she was finally sharing herself with the man of her dreams. With one final scream that woke the rest of the hotel, Krystal's womanhood convulsed and overloaded her body and mind with a level of sheer ecstasy she had never felt before. All other instances of pleasure, joy, and satisfaction were felt numb in comparison. Wave after wave crashed into her, each even stronger as the last. Her heart was beating so hard and so fast she thought she might die, but what could heaven possibly have to match this feeling?
The waves gave way to gentle aftershocks and Fox's tongue was no longer as delightful. Now every swipe of his tongue brought with it a raw ache and she had to physically hold his head at bay.
Fox smiled again as he looked up at the vixen who looked rather drunk despite only having one glass of wine at dinner. Her left hand was fiddling with her shoulder long hair as she floated down off her cloud. Her right ear seemed to have something on it as it wouldn't stop flicking. No words were said but guttural canine growls and moans of euphoria. All the while Fox merely marveled at his accomplishment. For so long he wished only to bring the vixen such happiness and more. A small part of him dreaded this was only a one-time thing, that this was just two co-workers letting off some steam. But another part of him remained hopeful that maybe this was just the start of something beautiful.
When Krystal came around, she looked a little dazed. She clambered off of him and stepped off the bed. Her legs threatened to buckle under her own weight and shook like a newborn calf. Fox started to sit up but found a hand on his chest anchoring him to the bed.
"Don't move," grumbled the vixen before heading over to the small kitchenette where all their bags from the mall sat in wait on the counter.
She hardly had to tell him to do so, as the sight of her naked body in motion had him slack jawed and without much cognitive thought than to watch the bouncing. Krystal rummaged through a few of the bags before finding what she was looking for; a simple bottle of massage oil. Before Fox could ask what it was for, the vixen opened it and poured a generous helping all over her breasts.
Once more she stalked towards him but she did not move in for the kill. Her hands rubbed the oil in, matting the white fur in places but in no way diminishing their magnificence. The man had no idea what was about to transpire until his cock became sandwiched between her oily breasts. Even with his imposing size, her breasts were large enough to swallow him up to the very tip. A murr escaped the vixen and she gave his cock a squeeze.
"I've caught you staring one to many times to let you get away with it," said Krystal, giving the tip of his cock a flirty kiss. "I want you to cum all over them, then you're going to fuck me until I can't walk."
Fox couldn't believe his eyes or his ears for that matter. Hearing her say such vulgar things while not even the Krystal in his dreams would say caused his cock to surge and adorn a tiny pearl or pre. Krystal grinned at the sight of such a tasty treat and brought him into a whole new world of pleasure. Fox's back arched and his cackles rose while she suckled and savored his manly taste, all the while she worked his shaft with her slick breasts.
Perhaps it was the sudden realization that he was intimately involved with the most beautiful vixen in all the Lylat, or maybe it was the months long dry spell where he often hadn't the time or energy to paw himself off. But within a few minutes, Fox was pumping his hips into the vixen's bosom. Krystal merely sat there, holding her breasts together and mouth open for his swelling member. He worked her chest like a mad dog, unable to resist his base urges as he neared his release.
"Come on, Foxy. I've waited too long for this. I want it all," said Krystal, holding her mouth open in wait of her Captain's release.
A small chirp from Fox's communicator caught the vixen's attention for just a moment. Her eyes flicked over to see a cartoon heart being projected from the holo-lens.
The vixen couldn't help but grin, "Happy Valentine's-" she managed before hot rope after rope wet her face, mouth, and breasts. Fox groaned as his loins lightened and his cock swelled with every shot. Krystal's face was dripping with his seed before he finally started to slow and puddle on her breasts. When the next shot barely became airborne and merely fell down his heavy length, Krystal took him back into her mouth and nursed out the last few drops. Savoring the taste of his essence before swallowing, Krystal marveled at the feeling of the warm wetness all over her face, neck, and chest while watching the man's body flex and relax in the afterglow of his long-neglected release.
"Don't get too comfortable," she murred and licked up a fresh sample off her muzzle. "You're mine for the next twelve hours."
Fox's hadn't the strength to resist as Krystal mounted the orange tod. Carefully lining up his member up with her lips, Krystal took him all the way to the hilt in one fell swoop. The man moaned as the vixen attempted to gore herself on his manhood. He was so sensitive that the tightness of the vixen's depths felt like a vice. He whined and howled with a mixture of ache and pleasure, all the while she rode him for all his worth. Within moments the blood returned to its battle station and the man's hips moved to meet the vixen's.
"That's the spirit, love," said the vixen and looked at the clock by the bed. "Only eleven hours and fifty-five minutes to go."