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Cosmic Year 20X5
Samus sat back on a rock near a dead and cold fireplace, striking up a familiar pose to some statues she often encountered. Gunarm across her knee, she turned her head inside the bulky armor, seeing the nearby village home with a massive charred hole in its roof, another next to it razed to the ground.
And she could imagine it.
The world smelling good.
Like fresh water and earthbound fragrances.
Not sulfur.
Her neck snapped, and she fluttered her big blue eyes several times, almost not believing what she was seeing. In the distance on a cliffside platform stood what she thought of at first was just an animal, but it was clear he was a kind of boy with a walking stick and draped in a long red cape. His lower half was nearly nude except for a tail which he had fashioned for a type of underwear. The boy like creature was oddly wide hipped, his short stature making that more obvious. Then her expression instantly changed into a big smile. She then waved.
His eyes squinted further, his smug smirk unchanging.
He then took off.
Samus snapped out of it, standing back up, now giving chase to the creature... boy... thing...
As Samus crested atop the hill with a spinning leap, she quickly realised that this bipedal alien dog wasn't playing around as he outpaced her easily, Samus briefly catching a ruffle of his cape as he disappeared over the horizon again.
Stepping over green wiring stemming out from prickly bulbs, she now stood where she had last seen him. Samus paused, awestruck, seeing beauty on such a ravaged world again, as a brook led into a stream, which was being fed by a rush of white water that crashed into jagged rocks. Samus could tell instantly that this was still fresh even without her equipment to tell her, especially compared to the polluted and dry valleys she was used to while dealing with the pirates - and she knew he wouldn't, or more accurately, couldn't, be far from the only source of clean drinking water, and her intuitions were pushing her towards an obvious place, seeing a set of smooth surfaces jutting out from the water, looking like stepping stones into the waterfall itself.
The far away thrum became a harsh but deafened volley. One second her suit was dry, and the next, it all hit her in a drenching downpour. Droplets scaled down her visor as she stepped into the smooth and winding tunnel. Though she could already see where he had splashed his feet, she kicked on her scanner and followed the trail of wet prints, hints of light blue illuminating the grey stone walls filled with crystalized quartz veins.
"Hyuu... hyuu... hyuu..." Her heart skipped a beat hearing the sleepy voice echo towards her, but she kept her approach slow and quiet.
Turning another corner, Samus was almost saddened to find him, as he was alone and had nothing. His bravado from earlier had faded, now scared and tired looking, still panting from his run, huddled into his cape. His tired eyes then blinked open wide. He yiped, as his long dog ears stood on end. The cape flew high as his hidden pole flung upwards without hitting the roof of the cave, his mastery of it clear. The boy wasn't afraid to use it either, the more bulbous end splintered as he pointed it at her, his aggressive foreign language flowing as he wagged about his stick in her general direction.
Her helmet retracted.
His red eyes shimmered seeing her so up close for the first time, his staff stabilizing. His mouth opened. "Aaaa..." His sense of awe clear. He watched her every move, unblinking as she sat down, crossing her bulky legs.
She raised her hand, waving again. "Hi there."
He spoke in a scurrying and rapid fashion, arms flailing. "_-_-_-F_#_-+" Random zig zagging symbols appeared with no known translations in her HUD. Samus was incredibly frustrated, but she held it back under flatlined lips. Samus could still pick up on some details just from classic visual storytelling.
Things from the sky.
Claw hands.
The desperation in his voice.
Samus no longer needed any translator to understand him.
But Samus didn't want to just understand him.
She wanted to take care of him.
Cosmic Year 20Y5
Kieran zoomed through the halls of the colony, the tight corridor's tube design still allowing him plenty of room to throw out his arms and pretend he was a bird. The outside was all graphite and glittery chrome of interconnected domes, the surface a orange hued desert. Though it wasn't totally dangerous to go out, the oxygen levels were still considered too thin to go outside without a suit on.
The sliding door was split down the middle with four panels that would meet together before separating with exhausting pops of air. Home was sterile but safe. He didn't have to clean much, but he always made sure everything was just as she left it. There was a cycle of lights that simulated the sun that cascaded over the room which would get dimmer and dimmer when it was bedtime, but it lacked that personal warm glow of a real one like on his old home planet. He passed by skinny shelves that intertwined like DNA strands which held framed of photos of them both, each going through several phases of his life as he grew up, while Samus eerily stayed the same - the only thing changing being the style of her hair.
Standing before a stainless steel fridge, there was a pen hanging off a string which he picked up, his eyes scanning and excited as he focused on the calender. His scribbling became more erratic square by square, as the day Samus was to return, would be the day he'd go into-
He cleared his throat.
Kieran dumped his homework on the desk at the center of the room. Despite wanting to dive into it, he froze up, unsure of where to start; a restlessness forming in him. He tapped the paper with his pencil while shaking his leg, before letting it go and then leaning back. He was then about to ask the system to put a screensaver display of an aviary on the drab eggshell brown wall he'd otherwise be staring at when he wasn't doing his work.
*BRING*
He fell, the back of the chair hitting the floor. Kieran nearly hit all fours as he scampered to the screen. "HUT HUT HUT!" He waited a second before taking the call, but only because he wanted to make sure there'd be no break in the connection.
The CRT blinkered on, the frame interlaced, making Samus look pixelated. "Hiiiiiiiiyyyy, Samus!"
Her blank expression took a second to change, having to re-calibrate from bounty hunter to mom, the corners of her lips stretching. "Kieran. It's good to see you." Samus reminded herself to be more personable. "How's school?"
"Oh, Yovin is being a bit of a scuttlebutt-" That was the slang here, going back to before he was even attending school. People would sometimes change out the last word. 'Scuttlehead.', 'scuttlebrain' - that sorta thing. "But otherwise I'm doing alright." He flicked his long, black and flowing hair over his shoulders with a diva-like quality, then pointed towards the desk as he stepped to the side. "See? I'm doing my homework."
Hearing his soothing voice loosened her up a little from her mission. "That's good honey." She let out a contented sigh. "I'm glad I can trust you."
He ground his foot into the floor. "Oh, but, you taught me to be responsible... mom." Kieran could still remember when he called her 'momma', almost cringing. "And... I'm trying my best not to miss you so much... heheh..."
"I'll be home soon, and I know you'll be fine until then." Kieran exhaled and shut his eyes while nodding to what she was saying with a bow. "Is there anything else?" Samus asked with a smiling inquisitiveness.
Kieran pursed his lips, his hands on his legs pressing pensively. He saw his shadow self announcing every filthy, dirty thing they'd do once she was home again, and it took all his inner strength to ward it off.
Kieran waved it off. "Uh, well, it'll just be the most perfect welcome back you'll ever have! I'll see you then!" His excited tone still had that tinge of sadness knowing they were saying bye to eachother.
*FWOOP*
Kieran folded over his workbook.
There! All done.
'Good job, Kieran.' His long ears twitched, and he looked over his shoulder - her phantom echo evaporating as he saw all the empty and spare space from the front door to where he was sitting.
Kieran sighed.
It was time for his nightly routine anyway.
The bathroom light stumbled on, raising levels as to not blind the person entering at night.
Kieran double checked himself in the mirror, making sure everything about himself was just right, thankfully being pimple and zit free despite his puberty. Exfoliating, he scrubbed his face from his chin to his forehead.
Kieran, despite his innocent demeanor, was always scheming - particularly on how to make Samus more attracted to him. As soon as any facial or body hair started showing, they were lasered off. Normally nobody would do that for someone his age, but the system's machines were fairly neutral about what they did or didn't do.
Patting down his face, his well moisturized skin made it look like there was a camera filter running over him in the mirror - but Kieran was just an incredibly soft and smooth boy, so he sometimes thought this was a bit much - but what if Samus didn't like older boys? Or worse, what if Samus didn't like boys at all?
After getting ready for bed - brushing his long hair and his teeth - Kieran climbed into bed with a yawn and cuddled his plush, pulling it by it's ponytail before letting out a half-contented and quiet exhale as it perched against his ribcage.
The plushie had a bean shaped head that jutted forward, simplified eyes and a catlike smug expression with a soft light blue body which intermingled amongst dark purple lines and seams like her zero suit. Both hands were balled fists, with one having a floppy handgun attached to her even floppier arm.
"System, play Samus recordings, starting with 8-E."
"Whose my good boy? Whose my gooood booooy?" A playful Samus scruffed him, the sound of it audible.
'Just a couple more days.' He told himself, repeating it again and again until he was asleep.
"OH GOD! OH GOD KIERAN I CAN'T TAKE IT!" She then cried out like her armor was being shattered, but Kieran was sound asleep.
Reaching into a bowl, Kieran now had a ball of them clumped up in both hands. Standing with a teeming smile while wearing his best poncho with hues of earth tones and wood brown tassels that hung off strings, he waited for her arrival.
The mechanism and air popped in the front door.
Blue eyes met red for just a moment, a tired Samus fluttering them shut, only for them to open back up in surprise, his cheer jolting her. "Yayayay! Samus is home!" Kieran skipped forward on one leg, his other hiking up beneath his bum, knee pointed forward. Folded and colored paper flew through his fingers as he tossed his wrists up to the ceiling, which fluttered in front of a banner. 'WELCOME HOME SAMUS!' Was the declaration, held up by two robotic hands extending down from vents.
Samus watched them tumble down through the air to the ground before her downward view of the floor was filled up by Kieran for a second as he practically charged into her, wrapping himself around her thigh and shin. "Samus Samus Samus-" He further repeated himself on and on like an annoying kid-brother, his tail wagging like a stiff brush.
"Hey, you." Her sweet voice laughed. "How's my little Kieran?" She scratched behind his floppy ear. She tried not to bring up the elephant into the room, as something else stiff of his was currently bumping into her leg.
Her chest suddenly pressed heavy and she nearly moaned out, but managed to keep it in.
Aaaah... it was already happening...
Samus' vision fisheyed, now able to see her nose as things seemed further back in her head.
She could already feel it overwhelming her senses.
It reminded her of the plants on planet Io-dell in Sector Z. The surface was covered in spores that had infected the wild life and even the space pirates that had landed there, zombifying them to do nothing more than defend it's existence.
The difference now was that she wasn't wearing her suit to protect her, and Samus knew she only had a few moments of normalcy left before things would degrade between them.
No longer mother and son, and just...
Samus had wanted to blame him for how things started, but no, she was the adult - but it drove her crazy. It really wasn't her fault! It was his scent! His smell!
But Samus wasn't the only one affected - Kieran had long ago imprinted on Samus as his alpha mate, wanting nothing more than to be within smelling distance of her pheromones. It didn't help that he was always at crotch level with her, and all he wanted to do now was bury his nose between her legs, only stopping himself for now because of some idea of civility he had been trained into from his years of education.
Samus tried to keep it together, knowing they had several weeks alone together. She was as much the boys lover as the boys mother... though sometimes it was hard for herself to admit the first part. She had hoped his girlish dressing ways, smooth skin and makeup would help, as Samus wasn't sure why he tried to look so much like a girl a lot of the time, but she had started to come to appreciate his feminine figure as well as that large masculine energy that radiated from between his thighs.
Kieran took her hand and began leading her around the circular table with a raised platform in it's middle, his finger raising to all the things he had made her. A multi-layered dark chocolate cake glazed with a browner coating sprinkled with cookie crumbs sat at the center next to finger food platters of all kinds from the sweet to the savory. Samus covered her face partially, as if that would make it all disappear, though she couldn't take the perpetual smile off her face. "Kieeeran, I can't eat all that!"
"I know, but... I know, but uhmmmm..." Kieran couldn't seem to find the words. Samus then drew her gaze to his arts and crafts. Drawings of Samus from the realistic to the crude and cartoony, like little comics of Kieran on her varia suit's shoulder pointing to the upright lobster and crabs as they scrambled to get away. An origami bulb of lime green and three red dots drawn on multiple sides. It sat upright upon faux razor teeth.
Kieran came to a stop, pulling out a chair for her, which she took graciously with a slight bow. "Uuf!" Samus huffed as Kieran landed in her lap with his plump behind. Her knee could barely prop him up as he slid his big bubbly butt down her leg before shifting back up into her lap again. She quickly acclimated though, his weight no longer bothering her in the least as she hugged his middle and pulled him into herself, looking over his shoulders and head to her party favors.
"What do you think?" He asked like the world itself was hanging on her words.
She nuzzled her chin atop his head. "Mommy loves it."
Leaning forward, Samus snagged a snack then brought it to Kieran's face, which Kieran took by suckling onto her. "Nomf!" Slipping away, Samus smiled as she brought a long strand of his raven hair in a curl over his ear while watching him eat, getting lost in him as she thought about how things had so quickly changed between them, with him starting as almost her pet/mascot - but Kieran was more than that... even more than an adopted son... he had told her he had wanted to be a surgeon - a fanciful idea until she saw his grades remain consistently high every year.
Samus knew this position wasn't ideal for hiding his... natural urges. Her attention turning downward to the tented point that coincided with a cactus in the design that raised as he rose, obscuring her gifts as she focussed entirely on what was between his legs; his covered groin moist and dark in contrast to the earthy colors. Samus watched the wet spot grow on the front of his overhanging dress, but even worse than it's alluring visibility, the overpowering smell bled through, blanketing over even the nicest and sweetest smelling confectionary across from them.
She felt light-headed. Food and sex was never meant to intermingle - yet Kieran got her to do many a wicked thing.
Samus hiked up his poncho, unravelling her most treasured gift of all:
His own eight inched chocolate treat, filled with rich dark veins which tapered into a curve to the right, and looked like it couldn't support itself as it looked ready to topple over.
Starting higher up his body, her fingers scissored and interlocked around his erect nipples, pinching them. "Hahn..." He winced. 'They're quite sensitive for a boy...' She thought. Samus' then hand pressed down on Kieran's soft tummy, before pretending like it was a trampoline, leaping them across to his cock in a fluid motion - her delicate fingers floated around his penis like it were a flute that Samus was trying to find the right notes for. She pressed down, fingering the gloopy leak that drenched into the folds of his foreskin, rubbing her pinch grip into his head like moisturizer, feeling more and more of his precum sweat and bleed out.
Firmly grasping her hand around his joystick, a quiet sound of exasperation left her as she felt it's sheer heft in the C her fingers made, as the thumb and finger of her dainty hand couldn't quite make it around the trunk of his tree. Her glossy pink lips pursed, her crystal blues intensified as she shimmied his prick up and down, peeling his loose skin taut, before watching it fold over again protectively. Samus loved how smooth and feminine his rod looked with the smooth pubic area, yet she loved how it felt simultaneously gnarled and manly in her hand.
Kieran squirmed in her grasp, struggling to find a good position, always feeling like he was gonna fall, her skinny leg barely able to support his behind, of course Samus would never let him. Never let anything bad to him-
"KYAAH!" His balls churned, and like a charged shot from her arm cannon, Samus could feel it as it pulsed through, quickly jettisoning three back to back loads that surged through his pole, and with her eagle eye view of things, she snapshotted every moment as his wad burst into the air; his connected strands of jizz hanging there for a moment before plummeting flat onto her housewarming gifts - but most especially her cake.
"Aah! Mommy, I didn't mean it!" He fought and struggled to get off her, wanting to clean it up.
"Kieran, it's okay! It's okay, honey. In fact..." Setting him down in the chair, Samus planted her palms down before half crawling onto the table. She dragged her tongue from the smooth surface towards the clumped droplets that had begun to sink and stain the surface, going from pure salty to sweetness as she made it to the foundation of the cake. She turned her head, her neck angling downwards while being careful to not get her ponytail in the frosting, before she leaned in and licked up a lumpy strand of his off the surface of her cake, the sweet and salty mix actually intriguing her to do it again, as she delivered further cat-like laps. Though she didn't make it obvious, her angled blue eyes locked onto Kieran, watching him writhe in his seat, his knees buckling together, as the hood of his penis was still an absolute sweathouse of leaking precum that dribbled to the floor.
That's when she pounced.
Landing on all fours with an agile quality, she crawled seductively to her adopted son, each of her palms landing as her fingers fanned out, the inviting smell emptying her head with every inch she drew closer to him, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation before just carelessly hanging outside of her mouth.
Hands on his knees, she forced them to part, which sent his dick into a weighty dangling before her face, the light above casting a long dark shadow across her features. Her fingers criss-crossed over her nose, dragging her face down in disbelief, concealing her red and blushing face, hiding her pure shock from Kieran, as she didn't want him to know how much she wanted his gargantuan cock.
She remembered when he was just a scared little boy.
She remembered putting her career on hold until he was a little older.
She SHOULDN'T want this...
But like her mind was being overtaken slowly but surely, her guard lowered, her clutched hands descending down her face, revealing her true feelings as her lust had overtaken her. Samus couldn't help but show her appreciation, her features becoming cat like, a pleased exhale leaving her as her top teeth sucked in her lower lip.
She puckered her lips and met the hammerhead, his thing stirring as she felt them plant. "Mmmmmwah..." The smell infiltrated her brain all at once - it was like a high. She grit her teeth, and with her eyes firmly shut, her nose flaring her face into a sneer, Samus then shuddered. "Ohooooooo..." She could picture every moment of their first time together. Every inch she felt of their six hour session, only stopping when Samus pinned him to the ground, with all of her now sore and red. Fluttering her eyes open, she was now face to face with the strange alien pole, so far and away different from the person it was attached to, it's ugly rugged veininess contrasting with his boyish cuteness.
"Gaaaawd~" She whined. "I've missed this so much..." Her voice becoming croakier with every word. Samus dove facefirst against the smooth place between his sack and his hole, his pungent boy fragrance hitting her like a slap to the face. Samus' bubblegum pink tongue invaded Kieran's dark brown and hairless anus without fear; swirling into his tunnel as deeply as she could go, nearly sinking her top row of teeth into his taint, while his sagging brown balls sat askew across her nose, stinking up her brain with a musky fog that had her eyes rolling, practically ignoring whatever she tasted in his depths; an earthy harshness that enticed her to try and dig deeper. She blew raspberries that reverberated through his heavy double set of dark cheeks, which caused him to gasp. He looked down to her, unbelieving just how far she had gotten into him, feeling her tongue pushing against something ticklish.
A trail of spit followed her tongue as she retracted it from his anus. Samus then snorkeled onto his sweaty and hairless balls, voiping one then the other between her large pink lips.
*POP*
She slurped.
*POP*
"Shoooo gewd..." Her tongue flicked into the few creases of his otherwise smooth as eggs nutsack. If anyone else was in Kieran's position, they'd see nothing but a filthy whore, as the galaxy trotting bounty hunter was nosedeep in a now sweltering pair of balls, making out with every inch she could, her small pink tongue still unable to fully lift his stones and instead, slithered around like a snake, making S shapes up and down them.
'The heat. God, the heat...' Kieran's balls gave her a heightened sense of thought, that being the lack of it, replaced entirely with a sexual aggressiveness that demanded his hose put the fire out.
"Haw... haw... hmmph..." Her voice was higher pitched than usual as she tried to collect herself, her tongue hitting the corners of her mouth without any subtlety, his lingering taste leaving her with that braindead expression. Samus couldn't deny herself any longer, her object of desire. Licking her gloved hand, the synthetic rubber taste not even phasing her, she pressed on the underside of his dick. It's sheer heft put her through a range of emotions, a giddiness then a squinty and toothy grin. She did a quick comparison of her wrist with his dong, freezing up on the spot, her getting breath stuck in her throat as she stared down both, utterly mesmerized at the diameter difference. Unable to coil her dainty fingers fully around it, she gave his rigidness a handshake instead, watching every moment of it as it refused to bend or flop.
She continued whapping his large veiny cock around, but her free hand reached up, and her finger began swirling beneath his thick foreskin. He girlishly whimpered as she explored the squishy feeling that was hiding underneath. It made Samus bite her lip. With his shlong now juicy and lively, she dipped her head. "Lem" "Num" "Yum" Her kitten like small and pink tongue disappeared underneath his intimidating head, which was primed with sweat, precum, urine and something else only she had ever found in his body... which all intermingled near his frenulum.
"Glmph...mmmmph..." She interrupted her breathing with his cock, before she began to sink down further down on it. Samus had to practically distend her jaw off their hinges. She stared down her thin nose at the bridge of meat as it dragged over her tongue. Her discomfort was clear as she felt him press against the back of her throat, a harsh exhale leaving her as she stifled her attempts to swallow. "Gllg... gllk..."
Despite his dog-like features and needing to go into heat, Samus had to admit she felt like the bitch in the equation, as she was salivating like a hungry dog told not to eat the treat currently down her gullet, unable to stop herself from drooling down her chin, and falling between her constrained tits inside her candy blue skintight suit
Her pretty face neither choked nor gurgled, a stoic quality to it as she maintained a half lidded locked on look with Kieran, her piercing blue eyes, unbreaking from his red ones, as he held his hand over his soft belly.
Her concentration focused entirely on preventing her esophagus from contracting around his meat - not that she didn't want to experience the feeling she had when first performed this feat, but because she didn't want to water up her eyes, because Kieran was so kindhearted and so often concerned about her that he might get the wrong idea. After a hard couple of weeks, she just wanted to let this stinky piece of meat stew in her mouth, marking her mouth like it was his territory - because at the end of the day, this wasn't her mouth anymore that she used to talk or to eat, it was Kieran's free use socket like all of her openings.
Samus was sat on the backs of her heels, the wedges of her zero suit instead of the classic stiletto design helped make the position bearable, with her spine curved and her ass pushed out.
Samus still wanted more, and there was only one way she could handle it.
She reached back behind her head with both hands, fingers locking together.
Samus impaled herself on him, deepthroating his cock all the way to the base.
"GRRK GLRK-" She choked after forcing her face down, and with his stinking balls against her chin, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her brain melting, her body quaked. She was already wet, the front of her vacuum sealed suit now drenched, but now the trickle was running down both her thighs. The idea of bounty hunting when she could be here polishing his knob seemed absurd - and in her current condition, she didn't even know what the word 'absurd' even meant.
Samus reared back, watching the sheen she left behind on his length, the streaks of her spit ran like rivulets down his testicles, with some heavier spit strands falling from the middle of his shaft and onto his seat and the floor. Throwing her face back onto his dick scraped off more and more of her saliva.
Despite his size and being a bit out of practice, Samus developed a rhythm, her ponytail flouncing against her back with every bob of her head. Kieran threw his head back. "Mommy, mommy..." She felt his hands land on her head, as he then pulled Samus between his thick thighs. "Nnnnngh" Her eyes shot open as she felt his release. Kieran sounded wimpier and wimpier as he unloaded down Samus' esophagus. "Ee-ee-eee..." Samus tried to keep herself attached, but she couldn't take it, her small midsection filling up with spunk and it felt like it was gonna start coming up. It did start to leak from the corners of her lips, his testes turning a darker and greasier shade due to the constant flooding from her mouth.
Samus flung herself off him, but he was still going, and a blown load welted her with a simmer, gluing to her face, forming a map of continents on her cheek.
Swampy with nut, Samus' thoughts and personality resurfaced just like her blue eyes after she chugged down the last of his semen. Streaks of light and his streaks of ejaculate were nearly identical in her golden hair before his stuff began to dry and clump into her strands. With an exhausted look on her face, Samus cast aside some of her loose golden yellow hair that gotten stuck to her glistening and drenched forehead. The heat emanating from his boiling scrotum had already wilted her hair, but his hot jizz made her a total mess.
A lazy and tired looking Kieran sat right up, as he remembered what he had planned, and like a switch was flipped, Kieran hopped off the chair, his left hand tying behind his back as his right gestured her to follow him. "Come come, Miss Samus. You must be tired." Samus was expecting him to take her hand, but he instead walked off without her, as his brush like tail swished the opposite way as to further accentuate his waddles as his ebony colored meaty buns swung from right to left.
That was all the invitation she needed.
Now on her stomach, Kieran was making some last minute preparations. "System, play comforting whale noises." She wanted to bury her head, as she was so embarrassed with herself. 'This is practically your son. What is wrong with you?' Kieran's hourglass pudgy body with the completely out of place dick that seemed made for somebody older and taller, looking too heavy to stay pointed forward as it bounced between his chubby thighs. Like a metronome, she watched it flap back and forth, flap back and forth...
Samus fishlipped and puckered; her face blushing as she stared intensely at him, even as he seemed oblivious to her growing needs.
"Okay mommy-" He mentally chided himself, turning his head and chin cutely. "I mean, Miss Aran. Please undo your top."
Samus of course trusted him.
Did she trust herself?
After a zip, Samus was prying apart the top of her suit with a peeling elastic quality. Samus moved like she was in a struggle; her chin raised, her teeth biting down and her ponytail thrown back. Her perky and pointy tits popped out with bouncing life before settling back, her nipples dime sized and a light translucent pink. The top half of her zero suit collapsed like shedded skin around her waist before she went back to crossing her arms and resting her cheek on them.
The bed sank underneath his step, and Kieran looked upon her. He was reminded of how tall she was, her feet dangling off the end of the bed. The top half of her peachy colored flesh tone body reflected the lights of the room, a layer of sweat making her shiny. Despite her athletic build, Samus couldn't hide just how much her ass stuck out - especially when she was flat on her stomach. If her chest was a valley, her ass was a nice pair of supple peaks.
Starting from her shoulders, he thumbed the tense feeling areas. He formed knuckles - though he couldn't throw a punch to save his life - and rolled them, his tongue sticking out cutely over his lip as he worked them. She groaned out in satisfaction, believing he was right as he kneaded her shoulderblades, then caressed, then kneaded, then caressed, several stiff feeling points on her back, which sank into her body as she relaxed more and more.
Samus was expecting him to escalate things, with the way his member surreptitiously made itself known, thumping along and dragging across her thighs, which reminded her of the way certain unfriendly tentacles on ZDR treated her, yet he seemed oddly professional, never reaching underneath to cup her breasts like she had been anticipating. Samus arched herself into him as the munchkin worked his magic. He had told her he wanted to be a surgeon to help people like she did, but maybe he should become a masseuse.
Kieran was always handsy and gropey - but Samus didn't mind. She was used to it, particularly when he was young and didn't know her language. They communicated through touch a lot back then, Kieran always clamoring to be with her and even sleeping in the same bed for their first year together.
Little did she know not setting boundaries back then would be so disastrous for them later...
Or... maybe not disastrous...
She smirked.
Still on her stomach, she turned her head, reaching back. "Kieran, baby..." Samus ran her finger and thumb suggestively up and down his dog ear. "Mommy needs your big dick inside her-" Samus clenched her teeth, her voice lowering, almost rasping. "Right. Now."
His tail wagged.
His ears straightened.
His dick jumped.
Kieran began pulling down the rest of her suit. The suit wriggled down her body, flailing and waving it's deflated limbs. The rubber like hand flapped against her left cheek, the sweat making them stick together before it was tugged down. Her body looked like it was in need of a squeegeeing down.
She hadn't felt this free in awhile.
Samus craned her neck over her shoulder as she slapped her palms into her cheeks, giving them a squishy wobble before prying them apart, her hands clawing into what little fat there was in her otherwise athletic build. She wiggled her hips from side to side, proudly displaying her coinslot pussy and her tiny pink pucker just above. "Come on big boy, you earned it for being such a good student." Her tone of voice had changed, almost whistling her seduction to the young dog boy.
Down on all fours, he crawled to her tush. Pressing his nose against her asshole, he inhaled her with a refreshing briskness, because despite being in her suit all day, she smelled like a nice neutral vanilla soap - like she had just bathed herself. "You smell good, mommy." Samus blushed, not wanting to acknowledge it.
Then with his thumbs, he twisted the skin of her ass back and forth, flexing out her inner meaty walls, which exposed an even lighter shade of pink between her lips before sealing it back again as he repeated the motion, as the boy was absolutely entranced with the visuals of her svelte pussy and how soft and tender it all seemed to be, her snatch smooth and hairless.
He mounted her, his hot and ready cock splashed with a meaty, thuddy, thickness, against her taut and tight ass.
Her heart rate accelerated. Samus wished she had eyes in the back of her head just to see what he was doing and why he was taking so long to put it in. 'Don't beg for it, don't beg for it.' She repeated internally, not wanting to encourage this behavior.
He rubbed the tip against her slit, slipping and sliding it, unable to find the right angle.
Her elbows dug into the bed.
His head breached her opening.
"Oh-" She grit her teeth, her plush lip curling down, her pink gum and perfect pearly whites showing. Samus shrank down, her chin against the bed, her spine curved, her shoulder blades popped out sharp. With his hands on her back, Kieran began delivering slow strokes. Samus sucked in her lower lip below her top teeth. Samus moved like she wanted to squirm out from underneath him, but the only thing keeping her there was that pole of his as it felt like it would slide out of her completely, before fully reinserting.
Samus somehow felt fuller than the last time they did it.
When Kieran entered his full pace, his shining dark, wide and expansive cheeks thunder clapped together violently. She could feel each of his individual balls pluck off her skin before slapping against her again with a mighty *fwump* that repeated, *fwump*. No longer mother and son, they were just animals, and she only hoped he wouldn't stop just so she wouldn't have to think about what they had just done.
She felt debased, and a lot looser - both in spirit and body, no thanks to Kieran's kidney scraper. Samus wanted to scream out things. She wanted to scream out 'KIERAN I LOVE YOUR BIG FUCKING DICK' yet she managed to restrain herself, despite knowing the truth: She was nothing but Kieran's slut - and all the galaxy trotting in the universe didn't change that. Being here with him atop her as he fed her his inches was her at her most natural.
The lines in her throat started straining. She almost glared through a tired squint to the ceiling light as it filtered through interlocking lashes. "Oh god! Oh god, Kieran!" Violent thrashes and pulls of the bed sheets did little to stop her wailing cries,
"Mommy! Mommy!" His boyish whines turning into girlish ones, though nowhere near as feminine as hers. "I'm gonna cum!" He drove into her, landing with a final squishing blow, his balls slamming against her. Pinning her down, she could feel him churn before his hotness began spewing inside her, his length expanding in quick bursts. Samus whole body quivered into an orgasm. Her narrow shoulders flew up as her pink lips formed into an O shape.
A defeated looking Samus lay splayed out, facedown. Kieran unplugging herself felt so unsatisfying as she no longer felt as full, but even just removing himself nearly made her kick her legs into another orgasm. She could feel herself leaking globs of his stuff over her clit. She felt shame again, as if there was someone silently judging her actions. One day she might just forget her birth control and then-
Kieran clambered up her body. He lifted her face and neck gently before he forcibly parted her mouth open with his lips, splashing his tongue around them before slipping it to her. "Mmmm..." She moaned back as they made out languidly.
Parting, she had a dizzy dream like look on her face while Kieran seemed none the wiser about what he had just done. Samus sharply inhaled, while hooking some loosened strands of her yellow hair that stuck to her moistened forehead like cooked spaghetti. She already knew the answer before she asked. "What time is it?"
Kieran grumbled while telling her, knowing school was tomorrow. Then he realised a way out of it - or at least a way to delay the inevitable. "Oh, but you can still tell me about one of your adventures before bed, couldn't you!?"
She cocked an eyebrow. "Aren't you too old for bedtime stories?"
His hands washed the air in front of him as he signalled in everyway the meaning of 'no'. "Nuh uh, not me."
"You know you act like a boy, but you take me like a man." Samus sounded proud of him. She then tapped a finger to her high cheekbone, slightly below her beauty mark. "Whatever am I to do with you?"