Hello Lovelies! Its been awhile, but that's not new. My husband and I opened our own restaurant, so needless to say I am busy and have no time to write. This is probably not my best chapter, but its good enough and I just want to keep moving. At some point I may go back and improve it. Hopefully you guys still enjoy.

Chapter Warning/Tags/Kinks-Interspecies sex, consensual sex, heterosexual sex, M/M/F (a little bit), Exhibitionism

Chapter 18 – Adding Another

Kreesis moved quickly into position nearer the female, the challenge eliciting a low growl from him, which the other Vandal definitely intended. The knowledge that another would replace him in anything was too much for any Fallen to ignore; the phrasing had been purposeful. Although, Kreesis mused, the female's solution has merit. Whether due to her position underneath him or Lykrosis restraining her, he could not say, but his reticence was fading away.

When he was close enough to touch, Lykrosis instructed, "Remove gauntlets. When touching, female likes claws. However, breasts, between her legs, sensitive. No scratching." Kreesis flicked acceptance and used the removal of his gauntlets as moments to observe the way Lykrosis touched her breasts. He grabbed them, squeezing and releasing the flesh while also alternately rubbing across the nipples, but never used his clawtips. He would emulate this method.

"Remove garment. Use lower claws, drag them against flesh, lightly. It will please you both."

In response, the female braced her heels against the worktable and lifted her backside up, encouraging him. She was eager and for some reason that excited him.

With the hesitance gone and the excitement stirring within, there would be no more doubts, no more delays. Kreesis brought his claws to her hips and finally touched her flesh to flesh for the first time. Immediately he noticed the heat; it sent a pleasant hum up his extremities, but almost as quickly, he realized just how soft her flesh was. He could tear through it so easily if he desired. How had the female survived for so many moments with such flesh and so little armor? It seemed improbable.

Regardless, Kreesis dragged his claws down taking more care not to cause damage to her than he ever had with any creature before and Lykrosis was correct again, it did please them both. The female shivered under his touch, which he had come to realize was not a reaction to temperature, but an indication of her arousal and anticipation. Another growl escaped him, unbidden this time, and his groin clenched with the arousal the nuur'az had explained to them.

Once he had pulled the fabric completely off, the female's legs fell open, revealing herself to him. Lykrosis had explained much to him previously about mating, but he reiterated again, "Find the nub. Press down, medium pressure. Flick rapidly. Will know if done correctly."

Kreesis accepted the words, albeit silently. He slid the length of one digit between her folds, reveling in the intense heat and ever so slight wetness. He located the center nub easily, pressing down and flicking as instructed. There was no immediate response, which was expected according to Lykrosis. It took a few moments, but eventually the female's legs widened further, an obvious request for more.

Continuing his movements and feeling victorious, Kreesis glanced upwards. What he expected, is not what he found. Lykrosis and the female stared at each other, him trilling lightly down at her while she gazed back unwavering. He realized then that she hadn't looked at him in all these moments since she lie on the worktop. She had accepted mating with him, but her focus was on Lykrosis almost as though he did not exist, and he did not appreciate being made to feel inconsequential.

Kreesis kept up his ministrations figuring she would shift her gaze since he was the one pleasuring her now. The more moments that passed, the more pleasure signs the female displayed, so he knew he was performing this action correctly, but still she stared up at Lykrosis. Exasperated, he pressed down harder on the nub, but that only caused the female to shift away from the pressure.

Letting up, Kreesis considered what he knew of mating and a thought occurred to him. He had never seen Lykrosis do it, but from everything he knew of the female's anatomy, she should enjoy it. Although, he must take great care not to damage her.

Determined, he rubbed faster against the nub and in the same moment, shoved another of his digits inside of her. The female cried out, body arching slightly, and finally her gaze snapped to his face. He had an instant feeling of triumph before the tight sheath gripping his claw pulled him back into the moment. He did not know the best way to stimulate her but decided to press upward remembering Lykrosis had told him of a spot that caused her even more pleasure than the nub. Finding it might prove difficult, but he rubbed against her ventral wall figuring the probability he would hit it at some point was high.

Kreesis knew he had made the right decision when the female let out a quiet moan and squirmed against him. She tried to lift her upper body off the worktop, but Lykrosis held her down with a low growl and Kreesis joined him. The moans reminded him of prey as did her struggling and riled him up even more. His abdomen burned with desire and he felt pressure in his groin, most likely his waste organ reacting as he had seen the other vandal's do. Kreesis hadn't even mated her yet, but he would never again question why Lykrosis reveled in touching the female. The entire experience was an assault to his senses in the most pleasant of ways.

The female's hips pressed down on his claw and then let up only a moment later. He did not know if this was significant, but before he could contemplate the potential meaning of the movement, she did it again and then again. Her hips moved with a particular rhythm and Lykrosis warned, "This action, the female is close."

Sure enough, with a few more flicks of his digits, she finished. Her eyes slammed shut, breathe ragged, and she let out a series of moans. Her body shuddered lightly, hips still thrusting against him and sheath clenching tightly around his claw.

When finally it was over, the female whimpered and tried to pull away from him. Kreesis withdrew his claw, not needing to be told that she was sensitive at the moment. The female's eyes opened slowly, and she tried to sit up, but Lykrosis pressed down harder, refusing to release her. She pulled against his might again, a desperate whimper escaping when her attempts failed to produce the desired result. The sound almost seemed like a plea to him and Lykrosis must have felt the same for he replied, "No. Kreesis will mate you now. Then, I will have you."

The female's response was another whimper and to wrap her legs around his hips, drawing him in closer with a gentle pull. The action should have elicited an aggressive response from him, but his still covered groin pressed up against the heat of her body and he forgot to care. He hissed loudly, his now erect waste organ more sensitive than it had ever been.

Kreesis pulled back just enough and hurried to release himself, not wanting to wait any more moments. That simple touch convinced him that this experience may indeed be worth all the trouble Lykrosis had brought upon him.

Finally free of the bio-suit, his shaft slid out and the tip barely touched the female's folds. Light as the contact was, he still groaned loudly at the sensation. He was more than ready to mate her, but Lykrosis' next words made him pause, "First time, overwhelming. Will not last many moments. No shame."

Lykrosis had explained previously that a male's mating prowess was measured based on their ability to make the female finish. A male finishing too quickly was considered embarrassing and in this moment, Lykrosis and the Elder Vandals, who seemed to be familiar with mating, would be privy to Kreesis doing just that. While he desired to believe that would not be the case, Lykrosis was not prone to exaggeration and he had already had a small taste of his organ's sensitivity.

He understood and valued the other vandal's words. Readying himself as best he could, Kreesis lined his tip up with the female's body and pushed inside.

Another loud groan escaped him unbidden; no amount of preparation would have been enough. Why had he not requested to mate the female sooner? Only partway inside and his question had already been answered; yes, it really was that good.

"Klk," he grunted, seating himself fully. The female was tight, hot, wet, and nothing had ever felt better. Her hips twitched in his grasp and he looked up to find her staring back at him. He did not have to understand her expressions to know this one was expectant. Kreesis drew his own hips backward as he had seen Lykrosis do so many times before and his eyes closed of their own accord. The sensation was overwhelming just as the other Vandal had said. Already he felt pressure building in his groin.

Kreesis desired to calm himself, but the female moaned for him and he lost what little patience he had left. He thrust inside harder than before and he had just enough awareness to notice her hips moving up to meet him. Their bodies slammed together, and she cried out for him, which excited him even more. Everything was too much, the sound of her pleasure, the sight of her body straining against him, the aroused scents bathing his receptors, and the feel of her tight sheath gripping him.

The pressure in his groin grew more intense; he would not last many more moments. He dug his claws into her flesh and thrust into her rapidly. He didn't know how many thrusts he managed before he finished, and he did not care. The next time he slammed into her, the pressure hit its apex and finally it was released.

A loud trill escaped him, his mind lost to pleasure and instinct taking over. The pleasure cascaded through his entire body, lighting it up in a way he had never felt. His shaft throbbed, the rhythmic pulses spilling his sweet-smelling fluid into the female, and the feeling was utter bliss.

He came down slowly, the last of the throbs tapering off and his breathing ragged. Apparently, whatever his body did during climax was more taxing than he realized. Kreesis didn't move for a few moments as the lingering heat felt good, but eventually, he pulled out and relinquished his grip on the female. He tucked himself back inside his bio-suit, sealing the panels, when he noticed blue smudges his claws had left behind.

In the heat of the moment he hadn't noticed, but he realized now that he had bloodied the female. Instinctually he glanced up to see if she was angered; her only was response was a smile in his direction. Strange female, he thought. What kind of creature did not mind being injured?

His contemplation would have to wait. While his sated state must have been dampening the effect the scent of fresh lifeblood would normally have on him, the same could not be said for Lykrosis. The other vandal was growling almost continually down at the female now. The noise was loud, aggressive, and excited, which matched the scents that poured off his tense frame.

When the female pulled against him this time, he let her go, and Kreesis retreated a few steps to make room for the other vandal. However, instead of allowing Lykrosis to move to his side of the worktable, the female flipped over. Sliding down to her feet, she ended up leaning against the table and rubbed her backside against the other Vandal's groin. The arousing behavior left the other vandal in a state of frenzy.

There were few moments between the female's action, Lykrosis releasing his waste organ, and him shoving inside of her. The female cried out in response, her face contorting in what he recognized as pleasure. Lykrosis started up a fast rhythm, slamming their bodies together and he had witnessed the mating enough times to know it would go on for many moments and the other vandal would be successful in making the female finish.

Normally, he would be captivated by the sight, but the reality of their current predicament returned to the forefront of his mind now that the arousal hadfaded. The only thing left to do was wait for the Captain to return.

Fallen Language. Listed in order of appearance:

Nuur'az-literally means tool of light.

Klk- Fallen curse word closest to 'shit'