Hello Lovelies! Guess what? We finally got there. Good, sexy smut! (Well hopefully you guys think so :) There is a bunch of talking in there and some awkwardness because I had to keep it realistic, but otherwise… some good stuff.

Chapter Warning/Tags/Kinks – Interspecies sex, consensual sex, heterosexual sex

Chapter 5 – The Talk

After agreeing to the creature's proposition, Lykrosis knelt to indicate the conversation portion of their meeting was over and it could approach him for mating. This change in their routine did not please him as he preferred to control their interactions, but if it was to show him how to mate more proficiently, he would have to allow this. However, watching it crawl toward him, each movement slow and calculated, he already felt the first stirrings of familiar reticence.

The creature ended in a kneeling position mirroring his own as close to him as it could be without touching. Just as it had that first time, it lifted both its claws and placed them lightly against his chest armor.

Lykrosis instinctively tensed at the touch. The movement had been slight, but no doubt the creature had felt it because it did not proceed any further.

"You must try to relax," the nuur'az said drawing his attention. "You are always expecting an attack, but we have no intention of doing so."

"I allow the female's touch," he said, silently scoffing at the idea he should not be ready for an attack.

"Yes, but you view her touch adversely, not as something pleasing."

"It pleases me, the female touches my waste organ," he replied directly.

The nuur'az made a strange, blunt noise before it continued, "Yes, I'm sure it does. Well, if you relax, she can make touching other parts of your body pleasing too."

Nothing was so sensitive as his waste organ so Lykrosis remained skeptical of the nuur'az suggestion, but he kept that to himself. When the little machine failed to speak further, he returned his attention to the creature.

Its claws had remained still during their conversation, but now began to stroke through the folds of his cloak, simply feeling. He remembered this action from their first mating and similarly this time it also seemed to please the creature as evidenced by its smiling.

Lithe digits skittered back and forth between his chest plate and the fabric, lingering here and there. When they moved high up on his shoulders and hovered for several moments over the clasps on his cloak, he became suspicious. The subsequent click confirmed his suspicions immediately; the creature was trying to decloak him! His upper claws shot to its joints, grabbing them and halting further attempts to remove his fabric while the lower claws pressed shock blades into its sides.

"Relax!" the nuur'az shouted instantly at his movement. "She wishes to take your cloak and some of your armor off."

Neither he nor the creature moved. Only the quiet slide of his cloak falling off his shoulders to the dry soil below gave life to the hollow and that simple action angered him further. "No," he replied his tone laced with threats as he moved its claws away from his shoulders and down in between their bodies.

"She wants to touch you."

"The female already touches."

"She wants to touch your body, your skin."

"No."

"It's part of mating; both partners' skin should touch. She removes her own clothing for this purpose."

"No," he clicked in finality. Lykrosis was well aware of what mating entailed at this point and there was no need to remove his protective armor. If the creature chose to leave itself so vulnerable, then that was its own foolishness, but he would not do the same.

"Rrgh… this is never going to work!" the nuur'az said forcefully, and although it still spoke E'lik, he was certain it was speaking to the creature. "He is never going to relax enough for you to mate with him properly."

Lykrosis wasn't sure if it had wanted him to know what it had said or if in its frustration, it had forgot to hide its words in their own language. If the latter, perhaps he could use that to his advantage in the future to get more information out of the pair, but either way, the statements were… curious.

He didn't understand what they wanted from him. He allowed the creature to touch him even if the idea did not enthuse him and he touched it in return when required during the mating. Why did it matter if he was not relaxed as the nuur'az said?

The creature gave a small tug and he released its claws, letting it go. It settled backwards on its haunches, cocking its head to the side as if in contemplation. After a few moments, it turned toward the nuur'az and they proceeded to have a conversation, this time the little machine remembering to switch back to their own language.

"No, he is frustrating… I am aware… You think that approach will work… I think you are being overly optimistic… Of course, I'll do it. I already agreed to help you with this. Besides, how could I deny you your fun… No, not screwing the vandal; the enjoyment you get embarrassing the shit out of me."

A broad smile took over the female's features. The conversation must have ended after that because it turned back toward him.

It lifted up again, but its claws went for his groin this time and he allowed it. It worked open the panels of his bio-suit, drawing out his quickly lengthening shaft. The creature squeezed firmly at the base causing Lykrosis to let out a quiet trill of pleasure, which doubled as an encouragement for more. The female obliged him, slowly stroking up and down. Its digits caught on each ridged edge causing jolts of sensation and a rush of heat straight to his groin.

This. This was a sensation of which he would never tire. Every time the creature first touched him, there was an intense jarring of pleasure. That feeling quickly quieted, leaving behind a low but constant chord of pleasant sensation stemming from his erection and spreading outward through his entire body.

Not many moments after, the first stirrings of pressure began. Heat surged through him as the pulse of his lifeblood quickened with each stroke and flick of the creature's digit across his sensitive tip. It all slowly built from there reaching ever upward towards that coveted height.

Yesss. So close. He could feel it, the intensity, the overwhelming pressure in his groin. His eyes kept falling closed unbidden with each jolt, and then flashing open as he warred with his uncooperative body. His respiration grew quick and short, a trill of ecstasy just moments from escaping him. Almost—and then all the sensation cut out. Lykrosis growled at the loss, his eyes flashing open again.

The creature was still just as close, still staring at him, but it no longer touched.

"The first thing to understand about mating," said the nuur'az, and he was only just realizing that it had stayed instead of zipping off as it normally did during the display, "is that you should try not to finish."

"Why? Sensations are most pleasant during climax," he asked not bothering to hide the frustration in his voice. Why had the creature stopped touching him? The blissful pressure had been so close and now it was slowly receding much to his dissatisfaction.

"Exactly. The point of mating is for both the male and female to feel good and enjoy the act. Every time you finish too quickly, she does not get to, so if you try not to finish, the mating will last long enough for her to climax as well. Additionally, females can generally have multiple climaxes and are ready to continue mating whereas males are often finished after just the one. If you want to compare this with the sdee'al, he usually makes her climax at least twice before he finishes."

Lykrosis bristled at the mention of the sdee'al; he did not need the little machine to remind him of its superiority over him in mating. These assertions held logic; he had already surmised himself that the duration of the mating was the reason the female did not vocalize and finish. However, the sensations were overwhelming. How was he supposed to avoid finishing too quickly, particularly when he didn't want to avoid it?

"Also, the female tells me that the climax is better and more intense when you hold it off longer."

…more intense? That piqued his interest. Lykrosis could hardly imagine how the mating could be even better. If it was truth, perhaps delaying his climax would not be as dissatisfying as he originally thought. However, he still wasn't certain how to go about doing so.

He needn't have put thought to it; the nuur'az supplied him with the answer as though it knew what he was thinking. "So, if you feel like you are getting close to finishing, then the best thing to do is halt all movement. Once you have calmed down a bit, you can start moving again."

Once again, the advice was logical. Without the creature stroking him, the pressure of his impending climax had quickly faded away although he still desired it. A quick realization hit him with that thought. "Female demonstrates?" he asked certain he was correct about the situation that had just occurred.

"Yes."

Lykrosis didn't say it aloud, but this was an intelligent approach. He never would have stopped voluntarily, and he understood the nuur'az words far better coupled with the creature's actions prior. "This is acceptable. Demonstrate more," and his arm flicked unconsciously in a command for it to proceed with whatever its next action would be.

Much to his surprise, the female reached out and grasped his erection firmly again. It didn't start slow as it normally did, but immediately stroked vigorously up and down his length.

The shock of sensation elicited a short warble from him and a clattering of mandibles. His hips bucked involuntarily and caused the creature's claw to slam into his groin. The contact pushed down on the flesh below his shaft and elicited a pleasure so intense he almost finished right there. "Klk," he said, the rarely used profanity coming out instinctually.

The creature must have noticed how affected he was because the movement slowed considerably. The rough stroking changed to a smooth, sluggish glide. After a few moments, the overwhelming pressure leveled off, the claw moving much too slowly for him to finish.

Just as before, the creature somehow knew exactly what was happening in his body and that he was ready for more stimulation again. The pace increased slightly and became the rhythmic movement he was familiar with. First a squeeze near the base, then a slide and twist as it stroked up the shaft, and finally a quick swipe of its digit across the tip. As with everything the creature did, it was tightly controlled and perfectly fluid.

Its claw feels so good, he thought languidly, unwilling to admit it aloud even as his helm fell backwards in pleasure.

The female kept him on edge. Its pace adjusted based on how close he was, slowing down whenever his climax was almost upon him and then speeding back up when he had calmed down. It was simultaneously the most frustrating and yet blissful thing he had ever felt.

"The female asks if you like her clothing," said the nuur'az abruptly.

"What… means this?" he asked barely able to concentrate.

Slowing its movements considerably, the female sat back on its haunches. The movement changed again as it just barely continued to stroke him. It was enough to keep up the stimulation and consequently his desire, but not enough to steal his clarity of mind.

"She wants to know if you like her clothing. Do you like the way it looks?"

"You ask strange questions," he replied with another arm flick, this one of incredulity. Lykrosis surveyed the creature again, this time scrutinizing this 'clothing' that it wore. It was the one-piece suit colored in the same bright crimson as House Devils' heraldry he had seen it adorn before. The fabric was tight, accentuating the shape of the female's form and only covered it down to mid-thigh. It also did nothing to protect the underlying flesh, the material being so thin and not overlaid with harder armor. "It is impractical," he scoffed.

"Is that all?"

At the tail end of its words, movement from the female's claws drew his attention. The right one left his shaft and joined the other, digits lightly trailing across its own thighs. Gentle scrapes and tugs played at the edges of the clothing, pulling at the fabric and giving him the smallest glimpses of more flesh.

"The color pleases me," Lykrosis finally admitted, although he wasn't quite sure why.

"She says that is good because she picked it just for you."

"What means this?" he asked again although his gaze was still focused on the creature's claws. They now grasped the fabric, and oh so slowly, began to slide upwards while he watched dragging the suit with them. The movement was controlled, intentional. The higher its claws moved, the more flesh that was exposed to his eyes, and the further entranced he became.

It held no logic, but that simple movement flooded him with even more desire. His mind was overcome with anticipation like he was on the verge of a hunt. The creature's flesh, he knew, was supple and so warm. His claws flexed ready to grasp and dig into it as he had many times previously. The shining, white expanse of its thighs called to his baser instincts. He had an overwhelming urge to bite into that flesh, sink his mandibles and teeth in and taste the sweet, sweet lifeblood. His groin clenched at his own thoughts, erection throbbing painfully with his want to mate the female.

"Crimson is the color of your house. She figured you would like it."

Lykrosis meant to respond, but he was too preoccupied with following the female's progress. The suit was pulled off its hips and up the toned flesh of its abdomen before finally being lifted over its head where it was dropped absentmindedly to the soil.

He was surprised to find it wearing additional clothing underneath the suit. There was the tiny piece of fabric that covered the area between its legs, which he had witnessed before, but there was another piece he was not familiar with. It was larger and wrapped around the creature's upper body cradling the mounds. Both were made of roughly textured, black fabric that stood in stark contrast to its bright, white flesh.

The female's claws moved behind its back at the same level as the upper clothing and after a moment, it loosened with a tiny click. Like the suit, the female drew it off and let it fall to the ground.

Being that the creature had just uncovered them, his focus was drawn to the mounds, which he had not seen since their first mating, and he took a moment to scrutinize them. They were large and round, the same color as the rest of its flesh except for slightly darker areas at the center. Lykrosis was curious about their intended purpose, but he was more interested in the area between its legs at the moment.

"The female likes to be touched on most parts of her body," said the nuur'az, "but she has two erogenous zones that are much more sensitive than the rest of her skin. The first being her breasts, which are the mounds of flesh located on her chest. They are responsive to touch as well as temperature change and are particularly sensitive around the nipple, which are the centered, darker areas. The second you are more familiar with, which is the area between her legs, but it is infinitely more complex than it seems, or so I'm told," and the nuur'az turned toward the creature momentarily, who responded with a smile of amusement.

"There are two main parts: the outside, which consists of folds surrounding a central nub of flesh, and the inside. This nub and a certain spot on the inside are inundated with sensitive nerve endings like your shaft. Rubbing and putting pressure on these two areas will elicit pleasure in her and are the key to making her climax."

After the nuur'az finished explaining, the creature lifted up high on its knee joints and hooked its digits under the straps holding its only remaining clothing on.

Lykrosis' upper claws shot out for the second time, grabbing its wrists and halting the movement he figured was coming next. "I will do it," he growled out, desire and the need to be in control overriding reticence. He couldn't explain it, but he just wanted to touch the female.

It removed its claws from his loosened grip and tentatively moved them to his shoulders seemingly steadying itself.

At that moment, the female's large eyes focused on his own, Lykrosis finally, finally detected a rush of pheromones. That scent, he thought, an audible groan escaping him. That perfect scent, the one meant to entice and excite, the one that had originally drew him in and made him keep coming back for more. He hadn't even realized until now that he hadn't detected that scent since their first mating. He wanted to consider why that may be, but right now, he just didn't care.

Lykrosis ran his claws along the smooth expanse of the female's hips, allowing the covered digits to press hard into the flesh. The creature's warmth bled through his bio-suit and just for a moment, he considered removing his gauntlets. He wanted to feel that heat unhindered and dig his actual claws into the soft flesh. Instead, he caught the thin straps holding the fabric on with his digits and began pulling it down. Reaching its knee joints, he pulled each side underneath one at a time as the creature lifted up for him.

The female's right claw flowed down the length of his arm, dragging across the back of his claw, before grabbing the clothing and pulling it all the way off.

Lykrosis returned his grip to its hips, not quite sure what to do next, but feeling… eager, nonetheless.

The creature took hold of his left, lower claw and pulled it in between them before pausing. "The female asks if you are willing to remove the gauntlet on this claw."

Lykrosis wanted to refuse instinctually, but he had thought that same thing himself not but a moment ago. Also, as much as he liked the feel of the heat coming through the bio-suit on his upper claws, he could only image how good it would feel to directly contact it with the flesh of his sensitive, lower claws. "This is acceptable," he said trying to stay composed although he just wanted to proceed already.

His armor was easy enough for the female to remove, but instead of proceeding, it stared at his exposed flesh for a few moments and then flicked its gaze to the nuur'az.

"Oh, I see what you mean," the little machine said in E'lik obviously responding to whatever the female had said to it. "The sensitive areas I mentioned before are thin-skinned and can be torn easily. Try to use the length of your digits as opposed to the sharper tips. When you are trying to stimulate her, use different techniques like more pressure versus less and faster versus slower. Other than that, you'll have to figure out what works best, and she will let you know what she likes."

The creature pulled his now unadorned claw forward and guided it between its legs. Its own claws returned to his shoulders seemingly allowing him to 'figure out what works' as the nuur'az had put it.

Immediately, the overwhelming heat enveloped his sensitive flesh and oh, how good it felt. His other claws dug further into its hips, a growl escaping him with his fervor. Without the ability to see much of the female's anatomy and only the nuur'az explanation to inform him, Lykrosis would have to increase his understanding tactilely.

He pushed his shortest digit between the external folds finding the flesh to be even softer and surprisingly, wet. The makeup was rather simple, and he easily located the central nub of which the little machine had referred. He pressed down on it, but there was no noticeable change in the creature's expression, body, or scent in response to the contact. He was disappointed at the reaction; how sensitive could it be if it did not produce any indication the female even felt his touch?

Lykrosis pushed down harder figuring it may require further stimulation, but the creature flinched, and he felt it shifting away from him, trying to relieve the pressure. He backed off and changed his method, rubbing back and forth across the nub instead. There didn't seem to be any response from that action either, but after several moments, he noticed a minute change. Lithe claws flexed against his shoulder armor and there was a slight change in the creature's respiration rate.

So, it is affected. Lykrosis continued his efforts, flicking his digit even faster across its body. The change was not rapid, but the more moments that passed, the more detectable the signs of its pleasure became. There were tiny shudders that sporadically passed through its form. The respiration became heavier and its digits flexed repetitively, digging into the surface of his armor. The evidence of its excitement grew, that perfect scent surrounding them more fully, and its eyes finally fell shut.

It wasn't many moments later when there was another distinct change. The female's hips started to move. It alternately pressed harder against his digit and then backed off, seemingly enjoying short bursts of increased pressure.

Lykrosis had assumed the newest change would mark another period of movement, but he had been wrong. With only a few more strokes of his digit, he finally saw pleasure overtake its features.

The female's claws tightened around his shoulder armor and the first moan escaped it. There were only a few, short and breathy, but they were accompanied by a full body tremor. This lasted only for a moment or two before its entire body pulled away from him hard enough that he released his grasp on its hips, and one of the creature's own claws pushed his out from between its legs.

The reaction was perplexing.

He knew he had been pleasuring it; he was familiar with the expression from when it mated the sdee'al. However, it clearly no longer wanted to be touched. Perhaps he had unknowingly injured it. Lykrosis looked to his left to find the nuur'az still there although not actively paying attention to them. "What happened?" he asked gaining its attention.

"What do you mean?" it asked floating back toward them.

"The female, desires not to be touched."

"She's just hyper-sensitive after climaxing; the lightest stimulation can be too much, even painful sometimes. Just give her a minute or so to recover."

The female finished? That was not the expected explanation. This reaction and that of its former climaxes differed considerably. Lykrosis found himself dissatisfied again. All the pleasure signs had been minimal, and he desired to hear the female scream and cry out. This indicated he had still failed to please the female adequately as the nuur'az had previously stated its vocalizations were directly linked to the male's performance.

The situation was frustrating enough that he gave voice to thoughts he normally would have retained. "The female's climax differs. She," he said trying to familiarize himself further with this word, "is less pleased?"

"No. The two spots are both sensitive, but they lead to climaxes that vary in intensity. The internal spot is more difficult to locate, and consequently stimulate, but it will cause a much more intense reaction both as you rub against it and when she finishes. That does not mean that the other is less desired though. Trust me, from the feelings I am getting right now, she very much enjoyed the one you just gave her." As if to reinforce the nuur'az words, the creature finally started to open its eyes, albeit sluggishly. Its smile came on just as slowly and the whole expression seemed content. It reminded him of the satiation he felt after each time he finished.

True to the nuur'az words yet again, the female did not seem 'finished' at all. It moved back toward him, closer even than before, and grasped his shaft. It stroked him a few times, bringing his slightly waning erection back to its full length.

Lykrosis expected it to continue the pleasing stroking, but it surprised him with its next action.

Unlike all the times they had previously mated, it did not lie back against the dirt. Instead, it backed up about a ntr and flipped over onto its claws and knee joints, displaying itself to him. The female looked at him over its shoulder just for a moment and then lowered its upper body to the ground.

It was… submitting.

A trill erupted from him, harsh and loud. The position stirred some feeling within, exciting him. He felt dominating and that carnal desire tore through him, veiling his thoughts and pulling from him a basic, instinctual need. In that moment, he did not want anything but to dig his claws into the creature's warm flesh and bury his shaft inside it.

Lykrosis quickly covered the small distance it had created between them and did just that. His claws grasped it, the uppers around its slim waist and one of the lowers at its hip. The last claw he used to guide his shaft in between its legs. Without pausing, he pushed forward while simultaneously pulling the female back toward him and slid in all the way to the hilt.

His entire shaft was surrounded by tight, wet heat and nothing had ever felt better. Somehow, the female seemed even hotter and wetter than it had previously and Lykrosis was losing himself in that feeling. He had enough clarity left to quickly think through each mating between the female and sdee'al so he could use the scenes to inform his movements, and then he moved.

Lykrosis dragged his hips backwards instead of trying to move the female's body. He pulled out until just the tip was inside of it and then thrust forward moving all the way back in. He repeated the action over again, and then again and again, until he was able to find an easy rhythm. The entire movement was finally, finally smooth and the feeling… unadulterated bliss.

Growling and trilling filled the hollow; it felt good, everything felt so good: the heat burning its way into him where his claws touched it, the feel of its wet sheath gripping his shaft, and the smooth glide of flesh on flesh as he moved in and out.

The pace he had set was as slow as he was willing to go in an effort not to climax too quickly, but still the pressure built. There was nothing he could do, it just felt too good. His pace quickened as the pressure grew, his thrusts coming faster and faster as he approached climax. He wanted it. He wanted to reach that coveted height and feel the ecstasy as it rolled through him. Yesss… Close, he was close—and the creature yanked itself away from him dislodging his erection from its body completely.

Lykrosis could not contain his angered growl. He had been so close. He did not want to be denied and pulled the creature back towards him intending to bury himself inside it again. The female twisted around and placed one of its claws gently against his chest plate. It was completely flat and a clear indication that it wanted him to stop.

His growling intensified, exasperation growing, but he complied. He removed his claws from its body, remaining completely still and the pressure frustratingly faded away. When he had remained still for enough moments, he assumed the creature understood his intent because it finally moved.

It returned to its original position, but one of its claws reached between its own legs and positioned him at its entrance. Then it raised up, braced itself firmly against the ground, and slammed backwards onto his shaft, hard. Their hips smacked together loudly, and a feeling of bliss shot through him. Lykrosis warbled sharply from the intense spike of pleasure and for the first time, the creature cried out for him. That sound caused a hard clenching in his groin and he ached with want.

The female dragged its hips forward frustratingly slow, pausing for what felt like forever with his tip just barely inside, and then crushed itself backwards again. A pleasured groan escaped him, and the female cried out again, loud and sharp, which only succeeded in riling him up further.

One more time it repeated this action and then he lost all his patience. He was beyond excited and his desire could not burn any hotter. Lykrosis grabbed it again, all his claws digging in. The unadorned lower claw tore into its flesh releasing trails of lifeblood and he slammed himself inside harder than the female ever could have managed on its own. The resulting sounds of pleasure from them both spurred him on. He pulled all the way out and then jerked his hips forward, maintaining the slow, crushing pace the creature had set.

Two more thrusts and the female's cries devolved into a continuous, low moaning while its pheromone output slowly rose. The scent was already pulling at him, but the more moments that passed, the stronger it grew and the more he wanted to just drive himself inside as fast as he could. Another drag of his hips outward, sliding against the textured flesh that felt so good surrounding him, and it took all his control not to lose his rhythm.

Dripping trails of bright blue drew his attention. Stark against the white flesh, they mesmerized him, and when that particular scent finally hit him, he lost himself again. His pace sped up, hips thrusting forward faster and faster without losing any of the ferocity.

Soon he was moving as fast and as hard as he could. The sights, the scents, the sounds, everything happening only added to the overwhelming mix of pleasure and desire he was feeling. It was then that the pressure started to build again. His claws grasped the female even harder; this time, he would not let it pull away.

Another thrust and another, his respiration was coming out in quick pants. He was so close. The female's sheath tightened around him. The flesh released and tightened again, a new rhythmic clenching starting up.

Lykrosis didn't know if the movement was intentional or reactionary, but, by the servitors, it was more than he could take. He thrust as deep inside the female as he could go and held himself there as he finally finished. His eyes slammed shut of their own accord, pleasured groans and trills escaping him. His erection throbbed spilling warm liquid into the creature. He could feel it filling up the female's sheath, which only added another layer of stimulation to his already hyper-sensitive shaft.

The pleasure swept through his entire body and he reveled in it. Every clench from the female, every pulse from his own erection, all of it was too much.

Too much, and yet perfect…

He slowly came down from that coveted height, the last few throbs tapering off, and the feeling of satiation took over.

The nuur'az words had been truth; that climax had been more intense and more pleasing than all those that had preceded it.

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Fallen Language. Listed in order of appearance:

Nuur'az – tool of light

Sdee'al – Hive Knight

Klk – Fallen curse, shit

Ntr –measure of length, meter