So here's an interlude while I work on chapter 3 proper, which should be done this week. Fair warning, it's all lemons and fluff in this one.

Rocket gazed absentmindedly at the ring on his finger. Never in his life did he expect to end up like this. A married man, bound for his honeymoon, resting in the arms of one of the galaxy's most powerful beings. He sighed, and leaned back, feeling an overwhelming sense of safety and comfort as he felt Kara's fur brush his head. She gingerly placed a hand on his belly.

Neither of them were interested in an egregiously extravagant betrothal, and so the two of them eloped. They were alone aboard the Dreadnought, a gargantuan Super-Carrier, nobody's idea of a pleasure vessel, but he didn't mind. All he really wanted was her.

Kara knelt, and placed Rocket on her… their bed. He felt his heart racing in his chest as Kara withdrew slightly. He knew what they were about to do, but he still couldn't believe it was happening. She removed the leather strap around her breasts, and breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the pressure around her chest disappear.

Rocket swallowed as he saw them for the first time. Kara peered down at him and smirked. "Want to play with them?" She asked lasciviously. She cupped them both with her hands and raised them eye level with him for a moment before massaging them, licking her lips in anticipation of his touch.

Rocket blushed, and looked away. Kara's demeanor immediately shifted as her smile disappeared, and she stopped playing with herself. "What's wrong?"

He cleared his throat. "Nothing."

Kara sighed. "Don't give me that." She said patiently. "I know when something's bothering you, now tell me so I can help."

He released his pent up breath. "It's just… I've never done this before. I don't really… know what to do." He said.

Kara thought for a moment, then spoke. "I see... Well first, the penis goes inside the vagina." She snickered.

Rocket gave her a playful punch on the arm, and her snicker turned into a full blown laugh. She brought her hand to her face as if to hide her mirth, and giggled uncontrollably, her laughter the sweetest music to his ears.

He smiled, and laughed despite himself. "Dick." He chuckled.

Her laughter continued for several more seconds before she regained control of herself. "Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help myself." She lowered her hand, and Rocket saw that heart-stopping smile of hers. The smallest tug at the corner of her lips, and yet it conveyed so much love and happiness in it, he felt his chest flutter and burn as she looked at him. "Seriously though, it's okay. Everybody's nervous their first time. They're self-conscious because they're exposing themselves in a way they never had before. And it's their first time, so of course, it has to be special and romantic and they have to do a good job or else."

Rocket nodded, and looked away. His eyes were forced back on Kara as she cupped his head with both of her hands. He gazed at her for several moments, before closing his eyes and basking in her loving touch. "Forget about all of that okay? Don't worry about doing a great job; just focus on having fun. If you're nervous, just ask me, and I'll help."

He ran a hand across one of her claws lovingly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Kara withdrew her hands, and Rocket felt a small twinge of disappointment at the loss of her touch.

His fears assuaged, Rocket watched with renewed arousal as Kara pushed her chest closer to him. "Now will you please play with them?" She asked, in an almost childish tone of voice.

Rocket rolled his eyes in a joking fashion. "Fine pervert. I'll touch your tits." Kara grinned, and took Rocket's hands in hers, and brought them to her breasts. A Hunter's body was covered in almost 900,000 hairs per square inch, compared to the meager 20,000 per square inch covering Humans. Each was dedicated to mechanoreception, sensing not only touch, but disturbances in the air as well, and each individual hair had five nerve endings attached to it. Kara could feel Rocket touching her before his hands even made contact.

Kara placed Rocket's hands on the underside of her left breast, allowing him to feel the weight. She pulled her hands away, and held them up, claws curled inwards, allowing the raccoon to explore her body freely. Rocket's fingers massaged and dug through the fur on her breasts before they were inexorably drawn to the light grey flesh of her areola that stood in contrast to the obsidian fur surrounding it, and the sensitive bud in the center. He oh so delicately dragged one of his claw tips against her flesh.

Rocket was shocked when he could actually see the resulting ripple of pleasure that racked Kara's body, as her fur twitched in response. A shivering moan escaped her lips before she stifled it, and was replaced by soft whimpers of ecstasy. Rocket continued dragging his finger around her areola for several seconds, before he gently dragged his tongue across the tip of the bud. He placed his hands on the underside of her breast as he began to suck on it, kneading and massaging her, feeling the shudders that ran down her body.

After ten seconds of this, Kara spoke in a quivering voice. "That's- that's enough, you can stop."

He pulled himself away. "Something wrong?"

She grinned, then wrapped a hand around the back of his head, and kissed him deeply. Her lips were so damn soft. Rocket's eyes slowly drifted shut, and he gripped the fur on her face. Rocket broke the kiss when his lungs demanded air, and he pulled back, gasping. As he finally managed to catch his breath, Kara held his head in her hands again, and opened her maw, revealing massive, bone crushing fangs, and a very long, powerful, moist tongue. Rocket only had enough time to look at it for a split second before it slithered into his mouth. His eyes rolled backwards as he felt the muscle dominate his maw and throat, almost too large to fit. His moans and whimpers were muffled by her assault, and Rocket's grip on her fur grew tighter.

She pulled away after half a minute, saliva dripping down her tongue. A suddenly bashful look overcame her as she saw Rocket's stunned expression. "Was that too much?"

Rocket replied almost instantly. "Flark no, that was amazing." He paused. "Um… can you… can you open your mouth again?" He asked sheepishly.

Kara smiled, and complied. Rocket took a much longer look at the inside of her maw this time. He bit his lip as he saw the saliva dripping from the roof of her mouth. It looked so warm and wet and inviting. Rocket gulped, and to Kara's surprise, reached inside of her mouth, gripping her tongue with his hands, and gently pulling it out of her mouth. A gasp escaped her, and Rocket felt her warm, citrusy breath against his face.

His sense of touch was exceptional, and it only got more sensitive when his hands were wet. He massaged, pinched and kneaded Kara's tongue, eliciting more gasps of warm air from his lover. As he played with her tongue, he could feel it squirming and writhing in his hands, like it had a mind of its own. Kara's entire body quivered. Her hands drifted back to her breasts, kneading and pinching them as Rocket worked her tongue over. She had no ideathat this would feel so good. Ripples of pleasure ran through her, and her moans and whimpers prodded Rocket on. He lowered his head, and dragged the tip of her tongue into his mouth, and began to suck on it. Her tongue was so moist he was swallowing mouthfuls of saliva, his or hers, he couldn't tell.

This went on for almost three minutes, Kara's whimpers growing louder and louder. He released her tongue, and leaned back. She pulled back, almost dazed. "That felt so... orgasmic."

"Yeah." Rocket gasped breathlessly, feeling like his heart would explode out of his chest.

Kara shook her head lightly, regaining some of her senses. "That's enough foreplay, let's move onto the main course." Rocket gulped and nodded. Kara climbed over him, and sat on the bed behind him. The raccoon was left sitting between her legs. She was resting on her tailbone and hands, looking down at him. "Now, let's see that dick. Clothes off. Slowly."

Rocket moved to comply, starting with the red scarf he wore. "Scarf stays on."

Rocket paused, blushed, then moved his hands to his jumpsuit. He unbuttoned the top, and slowly pulled himself free. Kara's smile grew wider and more lascivious the more of himself he exposed, before he was completely nude.

He allowed his own eyes to wander down his body, then they drifted back to Kara, an overwhelming sense of inadequacy overtaking him. Kara noticed. "Think your dick is too small huh?"

Rocket didn't respond, he just blushed and looked away. "Let me tell you a secret." Kara started as she brought a hand to his chin. "Dicks aren't the magic key to the female orgasm men think they are. It wouldn't matter if it was 3 centimeters, or ten inches, you'll have to put in a lot more work than that."

"But can I really… y'know, satisfy you?"

Kara smirked. "I've seen how good you are with your hands. Believe me, don't worry about it. But we can talk about this more tomorrow. For now, I think there's a vagina you're supposed to be inside of." Kara said as she leaned back, spreading her legs. Then Rocket saw just how effective their foreplay was.

Kara's inner thighs were drenched. Cords of colorless liquid gave her fur a glistening sheen. Rocket approached, and gave the liquid a cautious sniff, but couldn't smell anything. Before he could decide on investigating further, he was distracted when he saw two of Kara's fingers enter his field of vision.

She placed them around her mound, and opened it, revealing a cavern of soft pink, delicate flesh. He could see more of that liquid dripping from the roof, and the walls. He could see the living tunnel actually throbbing.

"Oh flark…" He whispered as he stared at it.

Kara giggled, and moved her hands away, her Labia closed, hiding her innards. "Come inside, it's nice and warm." She whispered.

Rocket's shaft twitched, drops of precum running down his length. He stepped forward, gripping his member, and entered her. A soft moan emanated from Kara as she felt him slide inside.

Rocket sighed in pleasure. The entrance was tight, but it felt like a small door leading into a massive cavern. Before Rocket could make a joke at Kara's expense, she interrupted him. "Brace yourself." She said in a mocking tone, then she clenched the muscles in her pelvis.

Rocket gasped as his cock was suddenly enveloped by Kara's soft flesh. He could feel her moist walls trembling as she maintained their tightness. "Tighter than you thought huh?" She said.

Rocket gasped. "How did you-"

"Less talking, more rutting."

Rocket slowly pulled back, and saw Kara bring a hand in front of his face. He wrapped his hands around one of her claws, and thrust back in, gasping as his shaft was fully swallowed. Rocket let loose a string of curses as he began to rut her like an animal, his shaft feeling alternatingly cold and hot as it exited and reentered her body. He could feel the heat radiating from her as high as his navel, god it felt so flarking good. The sound of wet slapping and Rocket's moans filled the air as he bucked his hips against hers, his balls slapping against the bottom of her mound.

Kara let out an amused chuckle. "Remember to breathe Rocket, don't want you passing out now." Rocket released the breath he didn't realise he was holding.

"Oh flark Kara, I'm so- so close." He whimpered.

Kara placed her hand against his head lovingly, stroking his ears. "Good boy. that's it, let it all out." Rocket's grip on her claw tightened as he felt his climax reach its peak. He roared out her name as the dam burst, as he felt the muscles in his shaft clench, pushing his semen into her.

He collapsed against her pelvis, panting. He felt her petting his head and back gently as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes gazed upwards, looking between her breasts at her head. "That was…" He took in another breath. "So damn good." Kara pulled Rocket into an embrace.

"Good. Now you should get some rest. It's my turn in the morning."

Rocket's eyes slowly fluttered open as he awoke, then he jumped in surprise when he realised he was on a couch, not in Kara's bed. He looked around confused, until he saw Kara standing in the doorway. "Did you move me while I was sleeping?" He asked.

"Yeah, I needed to install some stuff in the bedroom, and I didn't want to wake you up." She responded.

"What stuff?" Rocket asked, curious.

"Follow me and find out." Kara said playfully.

Rocket grunted as he got off the couch, and moved to follow Kara. When he reached her quarters, he spotted a pair of very large metal chains at the foot of the bed, clearly intended for Kara. He cleared his throat. "So uh… you into bondage?"

Kara glanced at the chains. "No. I hate it, actually. This is more for your safety. If we do anything to make me orgasm it will result in involuntary muscle spasms and contractions, so we'll need to use these, otherwise... " Kara didn't need to finish the sentence. Rocket was in a relationship with someone that outweighed him by several thousand pounds after all. "So… Do you want to do this?" She asked him.

He looked at her, almost in shock. "Why wouldn't I? I wanted to do it last night." Rocket couldn't see the blush on Kara's face, being hidden by her black fur, but he knew it was there judging from her smile.

Sheclimbed onto the bed, and began chaining her legs. Rocket joined her atop the bed, resting near her pelvis. The chains were restraining her thighs and hips, which would prevent Rocket from being crushed or thrown. She tightened the clasps, then relaxed.

"Ready?" She asked Rocket, looking at him expectantly.

Rocket thought back to the events of last night, remembering how enticing she had looked. He couldn't wait to dive in. At Kara's direction, he started by massaging her inner thighs, then slowly moved to the flesh surrounding her vulva. He leaned his head down closer, and Kara inhaled deeply in anticipation. He parted her lips, and she flinched as his warm breath tickled her flesh. Rocket began running his hands up and down her labia, as his gaze turned to her clitoris. It rested near the crest of her lips, as large as a grape. Rocket leaned down and gently ran his tongue across the bud, eliciting a sharp yelp of pleasure from Kara.

He looked up at her, his brown eyes searching for any indication he should stop, before he continued. As he dragged his tongue across her again, in alternating long and slow circles, searching for the appropriate pace, he leaned further against her pelvis with his body, and reached his hand inside her.

Kara snatched one of the pillows next to her, and trapped it in a tight embrace, a moan escaping her lips as Rocket began to delicately rub the inside of her vagina with his hand, from top to bottom searching for G-spot. Her insides were as soft as velvet, and his fingers were becoming slick with the juices of her arousal.

His arm had disappeared up to his elbow when he finally felt what he was looking for. Unlike the rest of her innards, which were as smooth and soft as silk, her grafenberg spot was a distinctive bump inside her vaginal canal.

Rocket smirked as he began to experiment with it using his fingers, changing pressure and pace to find the perfect reaction.

He suddenly felt Kara's hips buck slightly, his arm still inside her. He smiled again, and focused all his efforts on Kara's most sensitive nerves. She let out a scream of pleasure, and Rocket, who's snout was still buried in the moist embrace of her femininity, gazed up at her out of the corner of his eye.

Her maw opened, as if she were going to speak, but only a choked gasp escaped her as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. Rocket shot a baleful stare at the pillow she was holding, envious that it could be held by her in such a way.

Then she sank her teeth and claws into it, ripping the fabric apart, and he was suddenly grateful not to be the pillow.

Rocket had kept up his efforts for nearly eight minutes before he was reminded of his own arousal. His left hand, which had been resting on Kara's right thigh up until now, drifted to his shaft, before he thought of a better idea. Without changing his pace with his tongue or hand, he reached inside Kara with his felt hand, and let it rest next to his right.

Without missing a beat, Rocket switched hands, now using his left to rub her innards as he pulled his right hand out, slick with her juices. He began to stroke himself, the feeling of the warm liquid against his aching cock sent shockwaves of ecstasy through his body.

Kara's legs and pelvis began to thrash as wildly as their restraints would allow as she began to orgasm. The thick metal chains snapped taught as Kara's thighs tried to snap shut. Rocket, who's mind was trapped in a fog of ecstasy, didn't react at all. He felt Kara's vaginal walls clench around his arm as the waves of pleasure rolled through her, trapping the limb inside. Rocket pulled his lips away from her clitoris, and watched in satisfaction as Kara was overwhelmed physically and mentally by pleasure.

Rocket's head flinched in surprise as he felt something wet strike his face and chest, his left eye instinctively snapping shut. He looked down at his ensnared arm, and saw that Kara was squirting a different kind of liquid from her nethers.

Unlike the clear juices that coated her thighs during their foreplay last night, her ejaculate was vanilla white, and had a thick, creamy texture.

Rocket braced his right hand against her labia, and with a grunt, pulled his left arm out of her, finding it covered in the liquid.

Rocket opened and closed his hand, satisfied by the stickiness of it. Then he brought his hand to his nose, and cautiously sniffed. It's scent reminded him heavily of bananas, and when he sucked the ejaculate off his finger, he sighed in pleasure as the taste coated his tongue. It tasted just like honey.

Rocket began to hungrily slurp up every drop of Kara's cum from off his body, and when he finished licking himself clean, he turned his attention to Kara.

She whimpered in pleasure as she numbly felt the raccoon licking and sucking on the fur and flesh around her vagina, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Several minutes went by, the air filled with the sounds of Rocket greedily slurping up every last drop of her honey he could find. When he was finished, he smiled, and planted a soft kiss on Kara's clitoris.

She sighed. "Oh god… that was…" Her voice drifted off. She had studied thousands of languages from dozens of different species in her centuries of life, and yet there were no words that could describe how orgasmic that experience was.

Rocket smirked at her, some of her cum dripping from his chin. "Yeah, we're definitely doing this again." He smirked. "Only next time, we might have to tie up your arms and put a muzzle on you. Look what you did to that poor pillow!" Kara huffed, and tossed the shredded remains at him.

He turned his head and chuckled as he felt the fluff hit him. He turned his gaze back to Kara, and sighed, a smile gracing his snout.

Kara reached towards him, and pulled him to her chest, where she snuggled him as one would a cherished stuffed animal. She kissed his forehead, and whispered softly into his ear: "I love you, Rocket."

"I love you too."