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Inconvenient Arrangements

Chapter Six: The Wedding Night(s)

He was trembling so bad, Hec-Tor barely noticed when the robe was slipped from his shoulders. Blue hands sliding over his skin, exploring as much as caressing. Tracing the places where his skin changed color. From white to frosty-gray under his ears, as it was supposed to be. From frosty-gray back to white on his arms, a symptom of his defects. Keldor seemed more curious than aroused as he examined his new husband's body.

"You can touch me too, ya know." He said.

Hec-Tor chanced a nervous glance at their observers. An Imperial Attorney, the Eternian Priestess of the Goddess that had married them, and Horde Prime. The Attorney looked board, impatient almost, as if she just wanted to get this over with and catch up on some paperwork back at the office. The Priestess looked politely embarrassed to be there, beilager was an Imperial custom, not an Eternian one. Only Brother seemed to be watching intently. With actual interest. It was his Brother's attention that made Hec-Tor the most uncomfortable.

Keldor's palms slid down his arms, taking the other man's hands in his. "Let's lay down."

With stinting, almost robotic motions, Hec-Tor crawled onto the bed after Keldor. He reclined against the pillows. Then, almost immediately, sat back up again. "We need-"

Keldor was already unscrewing the cap of a bottle of lubricant.

"That." Hec-Tor flopped back down. "We will need that."

Leaning over the other man, Keldor placed the open bottle on the bedside table. "We also need to relax."

They had both been avoiding looking down the other's body. But neither of them needed to actually see the other to know that they were not particularly aroused. Very little was arousing about this situation.

Keldor kissed Hec-Tor's lips. At first, chastely and hesitantly, unsure of the other. As they had kissed during the ceremony. A closed mouthed kiss that was non-invasive and did not demand for more. When Hec-Tor did not kiss back he tried again. Less innocently this time. Lips parted, mouth open slightly. Not demanding, just inviting. Hec-Tor still did not kiss back, so Keldor changed tactics. Began trailing kisses along his jawline, down his throat, pausing at the ports on the sides of neck, skipping over that area entirely and moving lower, to his collarbone and chest.

It did feel kinda nice and Hec-Tor wanted to enjoy it. But he kept looking to the side of them.

At their observers.

The Priestess and the Attorney he didn't mind so much. Yeah, they were watching. But they both looked so disinterested. Like they didn't even care if Hec-Tor and Keldor did anything more than cuddle for fifteen minutes. As long as the two went to bed together, they would sign off that 'yeah, sure the marriage was consummated, who says it wasn't'.

But Brother… Brother was not disinterested. Brother was staring at Hec-Tor with an intensity that made him uneasy. Studying him, but more than just studying him. Appreciating the view. Hec-Tor had never seen Brother look at Par-Is like that.

Blue hands cradled his face and gently turned his head away from their observers. Keldor forced Hec-Tor to look at him. His hands blocking the other man's peripheral vision, so that Hec-Tor could see only him. "Close your eyes." He commanded, voice soft and gentle, and oddly controlled. "Pretend they're not there. There's no one here but us..."

Hec-Tor did close his eyes.

Keldor tried kissing him again. This time Hec-Tor did kiss back, just as hesitantly. Lips parted, but nothing more. No mouths opening or tongues exploring. Just lips against lips.

"Keep your eyes closed." Keldor whispered when their lips parted. He began training kissed down Hec-Tor's body again. Collar bone and chest. Traveling lower this time. Pectorals and sternum. Ribs and abdominal muscles. The bones of his hips that stuck out slightly when he was laying down, and…

Hec-Tor gasped when he felt Keldor's tongue flick out experimentally. Tasting and tickling his tip. He sat up, but Keldor pushed him back down.

"Just relax and enjoy, Your ImperialHighness." He placed stress on 'imperial' and Hec-Tor wondered if Keldor was making fun of him. He did say that he was usually making fun of everyone.

Somehow, the idea didn't upset Hec-Tor. In fact, it almost added a little levity to the situation. Making fun was –literally- making. Fun. Sex was supposed to be fun. Not so serious and… grim. With Keldor the sex could be fun. For the first time since saying their wedding vows, Hec-Tor actually felt the stirrings of arousal.

"That's better…" Keldor's hand closed around his organ, stroking gently. Then paused. His hand stilling as it felt the texture change. "Ah. I had heard…"

"Heard what?" Hec-Tor sat up, opening his eyes.

Keldor was bent down over him, examining his organ. Running the tip of one finger over the spines that covered the shaft. Overall, they were not all that different in terms of shape, length or size. A thick shaft, with veins bulging, the tip nubbed and blunt. The significant difference between them –apart from their colors, obviously- was that Keldor's was cloaked in a foreskin, while Hec-Tor's was covered in many tiny barbs that protruded when aroused.

Keldor gave the shaft a few more experimental strokes. Rubbing one way, then the other. Gauging how the spines pricked and pulled against his skin. He brushed a lock of hair behind his pointed ear and gave an almost self-deprecating smile. "You'll forgive me if I'm not quite ready to have something like this inside me."

It was phrased as a statement, but Keldor pitched it as a question.

Hec-Tor glanced to the side, looking to his Brother for approval.

Prime's lip curled in an expression he couldn't quite decipher.

Keldor turned his head back to face him. "They're not here." He reminded the Hec-Tor. "It's just you and me…"

Placing another kiss to Hec-Tor's lips, Keldor reached for the open bottle of lubricant. He squeezed some out onto his hand, covering his fingers.

Hec-Tor could not help the soft gasp when he felt the wet fingers slide between his thighs.

"Lift up a bit for me." Keldor asked.

"Should I not turn over?" Hec-Tor was utterly humiliated by how lost and ignorant he sounded. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd ever had sex before. It was just his first time with an audience. For some reason, being observed made him question and second guess everything.

"I want to see your face." Keldor informed him.

Eyes pinching shut with embarrassment, Hec-Tor drew his knees up and lifted up off the mattress enough for Keldor to slide his hand under him. Spreading the lube around his entrance, making the area slick with it.

"You need to relax." Keldor whispered to his abdomen, breath warm against his skin. "Otherwise we could use all the lube in the Empire and it'd still be uncomfortable."

Taking a deep breath and forcing out again as a sigh, Hec-Tor tried to relax. To not think about their observers or the strange way Brother was leering at him. Keep his eyes closed and just focus on the feel of Keldor's hands on him. Of the coolness of the lubricant and the warmth of Keldor's body.

Keldor squeezed more lube into his hand. "That's better."

This time, he didn't just tease the outside, he slid a finger in. Moving slowly, watching Hec-Tor's face for any indication of discomfort. Slipping the finger in to the knuckle, then back out again. Repeat the motion. In to the knuckle, then back out again. On the third time Keldor pressed in past his knuckle and Hec-Tor gasped at the sensation of feeling stretched, but it wasn't an unpleasant gasp. Keldor pulled the finger all the way out again, added more lube, then began again with two fingers.

He kept his motions slow and measured. Each time he added a finger, only going up to –but not past- the knuckle until he was sure Hec-Tor had adjusted and was ready for more, then slipping all the way in. When he could slide three fingers all the way in and out without any resistance, Keldor pulled his hand away reached for yet more lube.

Slathering himself with it this time. Polishing his tip and shaft, making it glisten wetly in the dim light.

Hands under Hec-Tor's bottom, Keldor lifted and positioned him over his organ. Thrusting up slowly, just as slowly as he went with his fingers, he inserted himself into Hec-Tor. A whimper escaped him as he felt Keldor's length stretch his insides. A dick was a lot bigger than just a few fingers.

"Do you want me to stop?" Keldor asked.

Hec-Tor pressed his hips down, forcing his partner's length deeper. "No." He gasped. "Don't stop."

Next to the bed they heard Prime's breath hitch.

Hec-Tor opened his eyes to look over at his Brother.

But Keldor turned his head back. "Don't focus on them. Focus on me." He gave a gentle thrust. "Focus on what I'm doing to you."

Hec-Tor groaned at the motion. "I like what you're doing to me…"

He leaned up, practically sitting in Keldor's lap. Grinding his hips on the other's pelvis. Wrapping his arms around Keldor's neck for balance, Hec-Tor finally initiated a kiss. Eyes closed, leaning to one side to avoid getting poked by the Gar's nose, mouth open. Hec-Tor pressed their lips together.

Keldor's tongue darted out, mindful of Hec-Tor's sharp teeth. Testing just how open he was and if he was also mindful of his razor fangs. Hec-Tor's tongue slithered to meet his, caressing and tasting.

The air was filled with the sounds of wet smacking. Of lips on lips, and skin as it slid across wet skin. Of both men moving together. Groaning and sighing.

Hec-Tor grinding in Keldor's lap.

Keldor quickening his pace.

Their lips parted, both of them panting for breath. A string of saliva dripped from between their open mouths.

Hec-Tor felt more than saw his vision swim and knew he was in danger of passing out, but he didn't care. Keldor felt so good inside him. Thick and hard, and moving in just the right way. Hitting that spot inside him just right. Just how he needed to feel good. To want more. For the first time since they started, he was actually able to forget the others were in the room.

"Harder." He begged.

Obligingly, Keldor pushed Hec-Tor back against the pillows, pinning him down. He lifted one frost-gray and white leg over his shoulder, offering a better angle for what Hec-Tor wanted. Keldor pounded into him. Bracing his weight on his fists. Making the bed shake with their motions.

Hec-Tor moaned loudly. That. That was it. That was what he wanted. Moving fast and hitting deep. Hitting that one spot right behind his prostate. Making his breath catch and his vision swim. Hec-Tor was close to passing out from the physical strain. But he was also close to cumming and that seemed so much more important at the moment.

"Keldor…" He gasped, trying to ask his partner to hammer at him just a little harder. He was so close and he wanted to cum before he lost consciousness.

Keldor wrapped a hand around Hec-Tor's stiff cock. Stroking down, only in one direction. Petting the barbs in a direction that smoothed them against his palm.

"Stroke- ngh–stroke it both ways." Hec-Tor pleaded. It was a race between his defects and his libido, to faint first or to cum first and he really, really wanted to cum.

"It's okay to pet in the wrong direction?" Keldor asked, honestly curious. This was his first time touching a barbed penis, after all.

"There- -is no wrong direction." Hec-Tor panted. "Just- Fuck! Keldor, I'm so close!"

Keldor obliged. The wrong direction of the spines scraping his palm, irritating the skin into a darker –more indigo- blue.

Hec-Tor moaned with appreciation. The attention to his cock and the motions inside him finally giving him the extra push he needed. Hec-Tor fell over the edge as his orgasm ripped through his body. Cumming ropes of thick cum over Keldor's hand and his own belly.

Breathing hard, Hec-Tor finally passed out.

…

Entrapta seemed to look at everything with interest.

Moving on her hair, raising herself up to examine the hangings around the large bed –all pulled back and out of the way, of course, so that they did not block the view of the bed. She surfed around the bed on a wave of hair, picking up bottle of lubricant, unscrewing it, and sniffing at it. She lifted a pillow, using tendrils of hair to pull it out of the case and test its fluffiness, examined the case for thread count and softness of fabric.

"This is very nice." She said, not speaking to anyone in particular. Just informing the room.

Hec-Tor stood by the bed, wearing a house robe and nothing more. Behind him were the Imperial Attorney and Justice of the Peace that had married them, and Horde Prime –all of them still clothed in what they wore to the ceremony.

Using her hair to vault over the tall bedposts, Entrapta hung herself upside down in front of Hec-Tor, the positon threatening to lift the hem of her own robe enough to expose her lower half (not that they weren't all about to see it anyway). "Is this your room? It's much nicer than the one they gave me when I first arrived."

This was not the Prince's actual bedroom. "This is… the bridal suit."

"Ah." Entrpata finally lowered herself down all the way. Placing her feet on the floor next to him. Twiddling her hair as well as her hands. This was the bridal suit. The was a room that existed for the expressed purpose of wedding nights, and witnessing the wedding night. She lowered her mask over her face, feeling self-conscious. She had changed out of her wedding clothes and was in a house robe same as him, but she still kept her mask and her gloves. "I guess we should get started."

She sat on the edge of the bed.

There was a pregnant pause in which they both started at each other.

It was impossible to read her expression behind her mask.

"Are we supposed to talk first?" She asked. "Or does one of us just say 'go' and we just go at it?"

Hec-Tor had been through this before but, somehow, this seemed so much more awkward. "Are you even the least bit… ready?"

"Not at all." And it sounded like she was smiling behind her mask. "But I think that's what the lubricant is for. And the sooner we start this, the sooner it's over!"

"Well, I…" he glanced at his Brother; not all their observers, just Horde Prime, "…need a few more moments…"

"That makes sense." She nodded. "If I'm not interested I can just lay there and whatever. But if you're not interested then this doesn't happen at all." Hooking her hair under the collar of her robe, she slid it off herself. Sitting next to him now, naked apart from her gloves and her mask. Hec-Tor still couldn't read her expression when she said, "So, what do you need me to do?"

Hec-Tor just gaped at her, crimson eyes wide, ears down, a bright blush coloring his usually pale complexion.

His eyes trailed down her body. From the mask that covered her face, to her collarbones. The swell of her breast, round and perky, with dusky nipples. How she was sitting caused rolls on her abdomen. She was not a warrior with chiseled abs, but she was not overweight either. She was average for a scientist. Lower still, Hec Tor took note of a triangle of lilac hair, this same color as her head, but thick and curly, not trimmed or shaped at all, just allowed to grow wild. He forced his eyes back up to the mask that covered her face.

Before, it was Keldor that took charge of their wedding night. Guiding him when he felt too self-conscious and nervous to guide himself.

Entrapta certainly didn't seem self-conscious. She was sitting naked and bare for all to see. The only part of her that was covered was her face and her hands. But, she also seemed unwilling to take charge and initiate anything. Which meant Hec-Tor had to.

"May I… touch you?" He asked, unsure himself.

"You have to, don't you?" She asked by way of answer. "We can't have sex without touching."

Gulping loudly, swallowing a lump of nerves that formed in his throat, Hec-Tor reached a hand out to her. Changed his mind. And lowered it to take her hand instead.

She looked down at her gloved hand in his. Then back up at him.

"I am… unused to being the dominant party." He confessed, feeling oddly ashamed. He'd never felt ashamed of being submissive in the bedroom before. Perhaps because he'd never said it out loud and Brother was standing right there and could hear him. Brother would know that, while he was a Prince of the Horde Empire and a son of the Kur Dynasty, he had also been Keldor's bitch.

"Oh, well why didn't you say so!" She grabbed him with her hair, pulling him the rest of the way onto the bed, and pinned him to the mattress. "If I do something you don't like, just say 'gingersnap' and I'll stop. Okay?"

She loomed over him on tendrils of her prehensile hair, a tiny and compact little body supported by multiple legs. Like some absurdly erotic spider. The idea was actually comical and Hec-Tor might have laughed if he wasn't also equally intimidated by her.

Strands of hair slithered over his waist to tug at the sash of his robe, while still more hair pulled the garment open, exposing him for her to see.

"Facinating." He heard her mutter behind her mask as she hovered closer to him, examining the discoloration caused by his defects. Mask so close to his arm the cool metal was almost touching his skin. "The spread pattern looks remarkably like veins. More like a toxin in the bloodstream than a skin disorder. Has it always been like this?"

"I-"

"You're so thin too!" She continued, and Hec-Tor realized that one of her strands of hair was holding a recorder. She wasn't asking him that question, she was taking notes. Notes on him and his condition. "With your armor on you looked so, well, bulky. I thought you'd be buff under it. But you're skinnier than me!"

A snort of amusement off to the side distracted them and they both looked to see Horde Prime trying to cover his mouth with a hand.

The glowing eyes of Entrapta's mask glared at him. "Excuse me, we're trying to have sex here. Do you mind."

Hec-Tor gave his Brother a pleadingly apologetic look. Asking for forgiveness on behalf of his wife in case she offended him. No one had ever dared speak to Brother that way before. Well, Par-Is did, but that was different. Par-Is was his wife. Entrapta was Hec-Tor's wife.

Horde Prime only glared at her in disapproval. He might like the weapons and power she was going to bring to his Empire, but he did not like her.

He turned his attention to Hec-Tor instead, eyes trailing his brother's narrow body. Slender limbs and lithe frame. Skin flushing an attractive shade under his brother's scrutiny. Horde Prime's frown of disapproval at the way Entrapta spoke to him turned up into a smirk of appreciation. Discolorations not withstanding, his little brother had an appealing body.

Uncomfortable under his Brother's scrutiny, Hec-Tor turned his attention back to Entrapta. She said they were 'trying to have sex', but she was still suspending herself a good twelve centimeters above him. Hard to have sex when their bodies weren't even touching.

She shifted the position of her hair, moving one of the tendrils holding her up to rest just beside his head, blocking his view of their observers. She leaned low over him again, continuing her examination of his body.

Lower than his shoulders now. Studying his chest, the discoloration that seemed to fan out from his sternum, just below where his heart would be. A patch of white with vain-like strands extending outwards. A thin tendril of hair slithered away from the main body to prod at the discolored area. Then at the healthy, natural colored skin. There was no difference in texture or firmness, only color. Not unlike vitiligo in other species.

Her mask turned, Entrapta moving her attention to the ports on his sides. That same probing tendril of hair circling one of them. Feeling the smoothness of the surgical-grade steel, pinching the lip to gauge its thickness. But when she slipped her hair inside the port, Hec-Tor let out a strangled gasp.

"Don't-! Uh,gingersnap!"

Entrapta froze. Stopping immediately. Slowly, and cautiously, so as not to cause accidental harm, Entrapta withdrew her hair from the port.

"Please do not… penetrate my ports." He asked.

Her mask bent down closer to his side. Getting a closer look. "Why don't you keep plugs in them all the time? I mean, when they're not hooked into your armor."

"Sometimes they need to breath." He gasped out the explanation.

"Oh, like a wound that needs to dry?" She asked.

Hec-Tor made an uncomfortable groaning noise. He turned his head to the side to look to brother for a cue as to how much of their family's defects and adaptations he should share with his new wife. But his view of their observers was blocked by Entrapta's hair. He couldn't see them. There might as well be no one there but the two of them. He let out a sigh. "I do not wish to discuss my adaptations. …There is something else we are supposed to be doing."

"Right. Each other." He couldn't read her expression through that mask.

She continued drifting down his body, coming to pause again at his organ.

Tendrils of hair slid between his thighs, gently requesting he spread just a little bit. To offer Entrapta a better view.

Face flushed and eyes pinched shut with humiliation, Hec-Tor complied, easing his legs apart just a bit more.

Hair slid around his balls. Cupping them in the thin lilac strands, lifting them to test their weight, seeing how the organ inside shifted in the sack as she moved them.

Hec-Tor groaned slightly at the sensation of having his balls fondled. It wasn't the same as hands or a tongue, or a mouth. But it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Entrapta went slow and was gentle. And it had been so long since someone besides himself touched him down there. He would be lying if he didn't admit that he enjoyed it.

"There we go…" Entrapta cooed, watching him grow aroused for the first time since they started. All it took was blocking his Brother from his line of sight, and fondling his balls a bit. Perhaps what 'everyone said' was correct, all males liked having their balls stroked. The data –limited though it was- did seem to support.

Entrapta moved her hair to his shaft. Examining the base at first. How the skin seemed tight as it rose up above his balls. Veins bulging out. Pushing the spines to the surface as it grew erect. Entrapta wrapped her hair around it and gave the shaft an experimental stroke. Up and then back down again.

Hec-Tor moaned with the action. A true moan of actual pleasure. That felt good.

The barbs held onto strands of Entrapta's hair when she tried to unwrap it, and each one had to be disentangled from his organ individually.

"Fascinating." She said again, whispering to his organ in a voice that was equal parts interest and excitement. She liked his dick.

When all her hair was removed, she wrapped her glove around it instead. Touching him with her actual hand for the first time since they began. Stroking it more rigorously. Going down, all the way to his base, then back up again. A slight twist to the up-stroke. His spines did not catch on the protective outer layer of her glove and the sensation of the material sliding against him felt amazing!

This time, when Hec-Tor moaned, it was loud. He clapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, mindful of the fact that they were still being observed, even if he couldn't see them.

"Don't censor yourself." Entrapta ordered. "Otherwise this will take longer."

And they both wanted this to be over.

She quickened her stokes until he relaxed again. "I think you're ready."

"Are you ready?" He asked, trying to sit up, propping himself up on his elbows to get a look at her. Admittedly, it was a lot more difficult to tell if she was aroused or not simply by looking at her. But she didn't seem all that aroused.

A tendril of hair lifted the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table and carried it to her. "I don't need to be ready like you do. I just need to be wet."

He watched her apply the lube to herself, slicking the cleft between her thighs. The lilac curls of her pubic hair were matted with it when she lowered herself down onto him. Sliding herself onto his erection with slow, halting motion. Slotting them together.

She was tight inside. So, very, very tight. Almost too tight and Hec-Tor had to wonder if she was a virgin. But, no, she couldn't be. She was too knowledgeable of what she was doing. Too confident in her own actions and her own part in this. Too assertive of what they were doing. Entrapta could not have been a virgin. She just wasn't that into it.

Then she started moving. Lifting herself up, then lowering herself back down. Up… and down… She winced when his spines scraped against her insides. Too tight to offer the barbs any range of motion. They pricked against her walls with every up and down motion.

A soft keening whimper issued from under her mask.

Hec-Tor sat up. Wrapping one arm around her back to support her, while the other lifted the welding mask.

Her eyes were pinched shut from the discomfort, and her face was red. She was biting her lower lip, and there were tears in her eyes.

"You are not enjoying this." He tried to sooth.

"It's just one night." She muttered through her teeth. "I don't have to enjoy it. I just have to get it done."

Something about that attitude bothered him. And bothered him a lot. It reminded Hec-Tor of Par-Is and the attitude Brother took with her. 'She doesn't have to enjoy it. She just has to produce an heir.' He watched Par-Is waste away, unhappy in her marriage. It was never a problem with Keldor. Keldor would find enjoyment in anything. But he didn't know about Entrapta. She was much more difficult to understand. Hec-Tor did not want to be a source of suffering for her.

He tried stroking her hair. Unsure if it would be the sensual action it was for most other species, or if it was equivalent to just holding her hand. She did seem to use her hair much more than her hands.

"I want you to enjoy this." He told her.

"I-" Her face was so red. Not just from discomfort, but now also from embarrassment and nerves. "I've never been good at sex." She confessed.

"But I am good at it." He promised her, not sure if he was writing a check his dick couldn't cash. It had been a very long time since he had been with a female and they were more complicated, more difficult to please.

Hands moving down to under her bottom, he gently –very gently- lifted her off his lap. "Relax your hair." He said. "Let yourself lay down."

Entrapta hesitated. Not moving. Her hair keeping her up. Preventing him from laying her down on the bed.

"I am not good at being the dominant party." He repeated. "But I am very good at pleasing my partner."

With a nervous nod, Entrapta lowered her mask back over her face. Then lowered the spidery legs of hair around them. She sat on the bed for a moment, unmoving. Then, with a deep breath, laid down on the empty house robe Hec-Tor had just vacated.

He lowered himself between her legs. Noting just how wet everything was. She really did use a lot of lube. They should have been sliding together like silk with as much lube s she used. But, as Keldor said, all the lube in the universe would make the act any less comfortable if the person wasn't ready. Entrapta needed to loosen up.

Parting the thick lilac hair, Hec-Tor's tongue darted out to lick at her slit.

He tasted only the silicone lubricant. Nothing of Entrapta herself.

He should have filed his talons before this. But Hec-Tor was rarely ever the one that had to loosen up his partner first. He was usually the one that got loosened.

Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped some of the lube out of the way. He tried licking again. This time he did taste her, and she was not particularly wet under the lubricant. Hec-Tor pressed his tongue deeper, wiggling between the folds. Searching for that sensitive bud of nerves that always made his female partners feel pleasure.

Entrapta sighed at the feeling of his tongue sliding between her folds. Now it was her turn to finally relax for the first time since this began. She always felt unsure and uneasy during sex. It was multiplied a hundred fold with an audience. At least Hec-Tor understood that she didn't to be relaxed just as much as he did and was taking his time with her.

Tongue sliding between folds, searching, he finally felt some of her own juices start to flow. Not a lot. Not enough to allow him to slide his barbed length inside her. But enough to indicate that she was at least somewhat interested.

Finally, he found the delicate nub he was looking for. Hiding under a thin hood of flesh, just barely poking out after his attentions.

Hec-Tor rubbed at it with the pad of his thumb.

Entrapta moaned at the sensation. Enjoying the feeling. And he wetness increased.

Making smooth, even, circling motions over the nerve, Hec-Tor returned his mouth to her slit. Most of the nerves that brought a female pleasure were on the outside. A partner need not penetrate them at all. He wanted to make sure he hit every nerve he could fine and give her as much pleasure as was possible before he finished inside her.

She gasped at every new sensation and moaned at the really, really good ones. Hec-Tor used her sounds as a guide. Repeating the motions that elicited the most enthusiastic moans and dropping the least reactive ones from the pattern.

A pattern he repeated until Entrapta was a squirming and moaning mess.

Now, the fluid dripping between her thighs wasn't artificial lubricant. Now it was her honest to goodness needy wetness.

Hec-Tor kept up the circling motion on her clit, but he pulled his face away. He sat up, kneeling in front of her, positioning himself between her legs.

There was a slight hitch in her breath and she looked up. Face still hidden behind the mask.

"It's about to be over." He promised her.

She gave the most microscopic of nods.

Slowly, Hec-Tor slid inside her.

She let out a difficult to interpret sound, somewhere between a strangled gasp and a wet sigh. Like she couldn't decide if she like it or not. With her mask covering her face, Hec-Tor couldn't decide if she liked it or not either. But she didn't tell him to stop.

And her insides weren't so uncomfortably tight either.

Her walls stretched to accommodate him. Hugging the shaft without squeezing and constricting it. He slid inside her slowly, all the way until he felt his balls rest against her folds. He waited, to give her a moment to adjust.

She lay beneath him, just breathing for a moment.

Then she gave a sigh and another nod of her mask. "You can move now."

She didn't need to tell him twice. Now that her body wasn't squeezing and constricting him, her insides felt divine! Warm, and wet, and elastic. Sliding around him easily. Like silk moving over silk. His spines no longer catching on her walls anymore.

It took a few thrusts, but Entrapta finally began moaning her own enjoyment of the motions. The spines stimulating nerves inside her none of her previous partners had been able to get before. Sending waves up pleasure up her body with every inward thrust. She adjusted her hips so that he would slide in at a different angle and that was even better. Entrapta brought her legs up, wrapping them around his narrow hips, pulling him in deeper. As deep as he could go. Her gloves caressing his back, urging him to move faster.

And he did.

Move faster.

Her wordless encouragement was all the command Hec-Tor needed. Increasing his pace. Sliding against her nerves. Pushing them both to a shuddering climax.

He rolled off of her as soon as they were finished. A line of his cum trickling out from between her folds.

Entrapta sat up, looking at him. She lifted her welding mask, face flushed. She had not been expecting to enjoy the wedding night.

Hec-Tor looked exhausted and drained, but he smiled at her. Glad to be able to see her face after what they just did. "That was- I am-" He stumbled over his words, not sure what to say. He was breathing hard from their exertions and felt the familiar faintness that warned he might lose consciousness. With all the weight he had been loving over the past week, this might have been too much exercise for him. "I am going to pass out."

And then he did.

Entrapta blinked in confusion at the –suddenly unconscious- body that flopped over her lap.

…