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Thri-kreen fapfic fornax-subscriber !hUy9FLpdsA 2010/09/23(Thu)22:26 No. 8011 ID: 4c91d5

So, I'm going to be posting two versions of this: one 3.5 edition with melon-analogues, and one 4th edition without them.

+++++++++++++++++++4th Edition++++++++++++++

Zeza'kal's approach was quiet as always, when Mark felt her hand on his shoulder. He twitched a little at the touch, his hand reaching for his sword that wasn't there--the warm tavern in this tiny town was as safe as can be. He sat in a large chair in front of the fire, next to Ogralah, the half-orc woman, as she tended to her axe and gear. The bard was at the bar, cashing in on his earning from earlier that night's entertainment by drinking all he could handle--he was thin and wiry, and had convinced the barkeep that all he could drink would be less than paying him. He could see the barkeep's deep scowl of regret, eyeing the crowded mugs at the bar.
Mark looked up and around the chair as Zeza'kal came around. Her head twitching occasionally as she kept his head in view.

He had known her to be quite shy, speaking little and keeping to herself. Her secondary arms were always kept tight at her chest when he saw them, and her main pair were folded up as she looked down to face him. Her mandibles squirmed and moved a little before she spoke, as if she didn't quite know how to approach the situation.
"Warrior, I require you azziztance." she said to him sheepishly. Her accent was thick and her voice seemed more like a buzzing than actual speech.
"Uh, yeah sure. What do you need?" he shifted in his seat.
"My equipment, I cannot find it. I believe it to remain in my room, but I cannot find it." Her d and t sounds seemed to pop as she spoke. "I think that zomeone has thrown my bagzz onto the rafterzz." she made a quick twitch in the half-orc's direction. He knew she like to pull stunts like this, often trying practical jokes on the rest of the group, much to her own amusement. Her chuckle confirmed it.
"Sure, I'll help you out." he said, all the while glaring at her.
"Don't look at me" she said, putting on her best innocent face.
"Yes, I suppose it was the passed-out dwarf that did it." he did nothing to hide his sarcasm. "Don't worry, Zez, I'll help you out." He got up and walked to the hall of doors at the back of the tavern.

As she left, Zeza'kal tossed a small bag of coin to the half-org woman, clicking and tilting her head at her, and she caught it mid-air, winking back.


Mark opened the door and strode in, surveying the room. On one side, a small fireplace burned and lit the room in a soft glow. Against the walls rested Zez' equipment and a table, covered in wood carvings, on the opposite. The bed filled the room, but the sheets remained undisturbed. He remembered that Thri-kreen never slept, but she had to rent a room anyway or the barkeep would kick her out.
Or she would have to stay in someone else's room, and he didn't want to take that chance. The thought of her awake through the night in the dark of his room carving wood--her hobby, and she obsessed about it--while he tried to sleep unnerved him. The rafters cris-crossed the ceiling, and on one of them hung one of her bags. Ogralah knew Zez saw better by smell and would have a hard time finding it, even in plain sight to the rest of them. He stood onto the footlocker at the end of the bed, and reached for the bag.

He felt a sudden sharp pain, then numbness, in his arms and legs, and a quick push from behind. He gave a look of betrayal to Zez as he crumpled onto the perfect sheets. Someone had taught her the pressure points of humans, and her main pair of arms were blurs whenever he saw her fight. He had been tricked.
"Zorry, but that wazz nezzezary." she clicked. "The bag wazz juzzt a ruze. Do not think I have denied you the opportunity to help me. You will zzoon."
Her main pair of arms opened the footlocker, and her secondary drew a couple pairs of handcuffs, the heavy chains clinking in malice.

She rolled him over on the bed and began affixing his hands to the bedposts. His mind raced. His heart beat out of his chest.
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" he asked. She unclasped one to remove his tunic, then fastened both his wrists loosely to the bed.
"I am zorry, but I zee the way you look at me. With revulsion, dizgust. You zee--" he cut her off.
"What, you want revenge? Haven't I treated you nicely? What have I done?"
"You mizzunderztand." she started again, and her secondary hands pulled another pair of chains from the footlocker. "You have treated me nizely. I have watched you carefully zinze I joined your group." she started on removing the pants and attaching the ankle braces. "You zee, I am a deviant, even among my own kind. I joined your group not to get treasure, not to zee the world, but to get to you." She fixed her gaze on him on that last word.
"Oh fuck, don't tell me you're one of the kind that likes eating live prey? Don't think for a minute that Ogralah won't hear my screams if you start in on me!"
She put one of her large hands, if you could call them that, onto his mouth. "Huzhh. That iz not my intent." She leaned in close, her mandibles inches from his face. He could smell her breath, the smell of leather filling his nostrils. Her head turned to the side, taking in his naked form. He was sturdily built and his muscles bulged from all the training--and fighting--he did. Scars marred his skin here and there across his body, trophies from fights long past. Her hard hands traced a few as she spoke.
"You are quite zztrong, the strongezt human I have ever encountered. And you are tough. And tenazzious. Had I not been zzo cunning, I am zure you would have ezcaped." Her head came back up to face him, and her hand crept upwards to the other still clamped onto his mouth. "But I will do all I can to enzure the zurvival of my zpawn. I will have your zeed. My zpawn will go on to be heroez in their own right."

"I acczept that you will struggle, but know that I have invezted much in these chainz for thizz very purpozze." Her small hand traced the line of his chin. "You are zo very zoft. Promize me you won't zcream" her hand clamped down even harder on his face. It was becoming hard for him to breathe. He nodded his head in resignation, and she released his face. He gasped for air, pulling even more of her leathery smell into his nostrils.
"I didn't even know Thri-kreen like humans." he said, watching one of her other hands trace the lines of the muscles in his arms.
"That izz true. Thizz iz my terrible zecret. Mozt of my kind would oztrazize me for thiz, but I cannot fight the urgez any longer."
"But we're incompatible! How do you even know what you're doing will work?" Mark knew he would have to try hard to convince her to call off this craziness. He'd do anything to avoid the approaching inevitable.
"A phyzizian I uzed to frequent told me it would work. It haz happened before.There are otherz like me." The feelers on her head came down on their long stalks and began to paw at him. They danced on his face, his arms and chest, and eventually down to his member, flaccid at the thought of the things about to happen. He tugged at the chains again; his arms could still move, but not enough to do anything worthwhile, nothing that could stop her.
"Do not ztruggle zo much. I have ztudied human mating practizez, and I will ztrive to make it az pleazureable for you as pozzible."

"I don't think it will be pleasurable at all! Quite the opposite, even!" He could hear the desperation coming out in his own voice, even as he tried to mask it. "Please, I'm begging you! Stop this mad scheme! Ogralah! Ogralah, help m--" One of her main hands clamped down again onto his mouth, hard at first, but loosening immediately, as if she thought better of it.
"Do not call for help. It waz Okgralah who helped me. Zhe haz only encouraged me, to be 'proactive.' And zhe will not ztop me now that I have confided in her thiz terrible zecret." He stopped shaking in his chains, and instead just shook his head. She slowly lifted her large hand off his mouth, seeing if he would scream again. When he didn't, she opened her mandibles wide, and a short, pointed tongue rolled up his cheek.
"No. No, no no no no. This can't be happening to me."
"Try and enjoy it Mark. I know I will." she said slowly. He could hear the breathing from her sides get heavier as she leaned over the side of the bed, hovering above him.

Mark didn't know much about how the Thri-kreen mated or reproduced. He hadn't ever given it any thought, being a normal, sane human being. He screamed on the inside knowing he was about to find out first-hand. The feelers danced frantically, quickening with her breathing and her small abdomen started to move up and down. They tickled his face as she drew her short tongue up his neck. He could tell she was trying to emulate humans; her pace was inconsistent, jaunted and made in short, quick strokes. The smell of her saliva smelled faintly of fruit--an odd smell considering their diet. Maybe she did intend for him to enjoy it after all.
But it did nothing for him. No erection. No enjoyment.
Only terror.
She raised her head suddenly, clicked the fastener on her belt to remove what looked like little more than a loincloth, and moved onto the bed, straddling him with her long, segmented, hard legs. The small pair of hands, surprisingly smooth for chitin, lifted his head up as if to plant a lover's kiss. She looked down at him, her expression hard to read.

"You humanz are zo very soft" she repeated, and pulled his head up to press against her chest. He could feel the chitin armor pressing into his face, knowing it would leave great red imprints. After a moment, she exhaled and threw him back down onto the pillows. She inched forward on top of him, slowly, bringing into view her genitals: a small mound in between her legs, with slits in the shape of an apple core, sliced across its width. On the tip five thick pinkish-purple tips of flesh had engorged and exposed themselves; they reminded him of some kind of sick flower. They were about the length of his finger and the width of his thumb, and covered in a clear viscous fluid. She lowered her head to face him directly, the chains tensing from Mark's revulsion.
"There iz zomething that humanz can do that otherz of my kind cannot. Zomething humanz have that we do not." She said slyly, enjoying herself immensely. Mark tried to pull his head back again, not enjoying himself at all.
"Dare I ask?" he said with a scowl.
"Lipz. Lipz on the outside, and a large tongue." She said with as much glee as a thri-kreen could convey. He turned his head to the side.
"No. I won't."
"You will." She said matter-of-factly. "I can be very persuasive." She turned her back to him and lowered her head down to his member. It tensed back a little at the through of her mandibles coming anywhere near it. He could already feel her small had found it. "I have zeen human malez do anything for their women to do thiz." Her head stopped for a second, "Forgive me if I do not do this correctly at firzt. I will continue until your body tellz me I am doing it right."

She turned on top of him and her head bent down. Her mandibles opened again, and the short pointed tongue flicked at his deflated penis. Her small hands began to play with it, tossing it from side to side and occasionally near her open mouth. When it accidentally brushed against the rough chitin of her mandibles, he tried his best to pull them in their entirety back into his body cavity. Regardless, he could feel the blood rushing into it, and he was helpless to stop it. It was about halfway up when she spoke.
"Your body is beginning to respond." and she put it, still slightly soft, into her mouth.
He couldn't help but gasp. There were muscles he could never have imagined inside the cool mouth, and he became rock hard in an instant. Her head jerked quickly up and down his shaft, never letting it all the way out. His hands clenched as he came close, willing himself not to come in the mouth of a thri-kreen.

She suddenly stopped. Her head lifted and turned back to him. He raised his head up, catching himself from asking her why. She had him. He knew it. She had tasted his pre-cum and stopped. One of her smaller hands still gripped his shaft, moving it in a circle.
"Uze you lipz and tongue, Mark." She moved her body closer to his face, encouraging him. "You will like it. And I will not continue until you return the favor."
They stared at each other for a moment in a battle of will. Mark lifted his face to look her in the eye, and she continued to keep him hard.

Mark surrendered. She turned again and moved her body over his face as soon as his head hit the pillow. The tips were still exposed, but had come together in a point. She moved it in small circles on his lips as he lightly kissed them. The fluid began to stick to his lips, and tasted like cinnamon. They unfurled quickly and soon he was moving his tongue from petal to petal. She clicked and buzzed in pleasure.
Suddenly they clamped down onto his face, across his mouth, leaving his nose exposed. They felt cool, but not cold, and dripped the clear fluid down the sides of his face.

He could feel his face getting sucked in. The petals wriggled around on his face played with the soft flesh. They suddenly clamped down on his face and began seriously sucking his mouth inward. He could feel her tensing, something squirming inside her small abdomen. Not knowing how long this would have to last, he worked his tongue and lips as vigorously as he could, to bring the end of this experience faster.

It coughed two quick spurts of pink fluid onto his face and into his open mouth. It had a sweet and sour apple taste to it, and her abdomen stopped the suction, but they kept firmly clamped to his face, forcing him to swallow it.
As if she had been waiting for him, she released his member and his face when he gulped it down.
"Now that you have taken me inzide you, I will take you inzide me, and your zeed will be mine."

Mark spat.
"What was that?" he asked as she moved rearward on top of him.
"That formz a zeal during mating, the shell of the eggz inzide me, and I uze it after I lay them to harden their shellz." She spoke softly. One of her big arms lifted the back of his head and she licked his face clean of it. Her body moved farther up and away from his shaft, still erect. Her head moved down next to his ear, and she spoke while gently pinching his earlobe. "I will alwayz remember this night I rezieved the zeed of Mark the Champion. Mark, Wizardbane and zlayer of demonize."
"I'm sure I won't forget it either", he whimpered.
She slowly slid her body down again, and he felt the petals grip him. They twisted around and pulled him in, and her insides began to move, almost in a heaving motion, and sucked him in deeper. The petals covered his crotch with it's fluid, and two of them began to wriggle on top of his scrotum.
He gasped again, his eyes beginning to roll back into his head. Her abdomen seemed to flex, he could feel it moving on it's own, on the inside, back and forth along his erection. Something inside clamped down on the head of his shaft.
He began to raise his waist, moaning involuntarily, pulling against his restraints to support it, and she pushed him back down, her own clicking and buzzing filling the room. The small pair of hands pulled his head forward again, and his face once again gained the pattern of her chest's natural armor.
She came before him, her abdomen coughing several times. He could feel the fluid running down the inside of his thighs, and as she tensed again, he came.
Never in his life had he come this hard. He could feel her abdomen still sucking, draining him, as his waist came up in the air again. He discharged more this one time than he ever thought possible, drained beyond anything he had ever experienced, despite his considerable sex life.
Nothing of his own came out of her, her own fluid had created a seal of sorts around his genitals.

She laid down beside him, stretching out as much as she could on the soft sheets. He was still chained as she clamped her second elbows over his shoulders and hugged him, the chitin patterning the skin on his chest.
"I believe thiz iz the correct concluzion to human mating." She said softly, but he could tell she was enjoying it. Her feelers were still flitting about his face.
"Please unchain me." he said, exhausted.
There was an eagerness in her voice. "I told you that you would enjoy it."
"Just unchain me." he repeated.
She paused.
"You promize not to cauze trouble?"
"Just do it."
She unclasped his wrists, and he immediately leaned forward to undo his ankle braces. He got off the bed, and silently put on his clothes and tried to retain some dignity. His crotch still wet from her discharge, he pulled up his trousers and the crotch wetted.. Her feelers fell down around her head when she watched him leave.

Mark seethed. He knew their quest was more important than him, bigger than any of them. He wouldn't risk failure over something like this. Too much at stake, end of the world, etc.
He said nothing as he left the room and composed himself. He stumbled stiff-legged to the bar, where Ogralah and the bard had become very loud and drunk. She slapped him hard on the shoulder and handed him a stout of a very strong drink.
"Ah, I knew I shtill had it in me! How was it, loverboy?"
So she wasn't going to hide it. The bard and barkeep both stopped talking and suddenly looked at him, the gears in their heads turning slowly, connecting the dots. Who was still here? Where was Zez? Why was he walking saddlesore?
"I think I'll enjoy this better in my own room, thank you very much." He said quickly, and took the stout with him. He stumbled into his quarters and set the mug on the table, laid across the bed, and tried to forget what just happened.

END OF PART 1


+++++++++++++++++++3.5 Edition+++++++++++++++

Zeza'kal's approach was quiet as always, when Mark felt her hand on his shoulder. He twitched a little at the touch, his hand reaching for his sword that wasn't there--the warm tavern in this tiny town was as safe as can be. He sat in a large chair in front of the fire, next to Ogralah, the half-orc woman, as she tended to her axe and gear. The bard was at the bar, cashing in on his earning from earlier that night's entertainment by drinking all he could handle--he was thin and wiry, and had convinced the barkeep that all he could drink would be less than paying him. He could see the barkeep's deep scowl of regret, eyeing the crowded mugs at the bar.
Mark looked up and around the chair as Zeza'kal came around. Her head twitching occasionally as she kept his head in view.

He had known her to be quite shy, speaking little and keeping to herself. Her secondary arms were always kept tight at her chest when he saw them, and her main pair were folded up as she looked down to face him. Her mandibles squirmed and moved a little before she spoke, as if she didn't quite know how to approach the situation.
"Warrior, I require you azziztance." she said to him sheepishly. Her accent was thick and her voice seemed more like a buzzing than actual speech.
"Uh, yeah sure. What do you need?" he shifted in his seat.
"My equipment, I cannot find it. I believe it to remain in my room, but I cannot find it." Her d and t sounds seemed to pop as she spoke. "I think that zomeone has thrown my bagzz onto the rafterzz." she made a quick twitch in the half-orc's direction. He knew she like to pull stunts like this, often trying practical jokes on the rest of the group, much to her own amusement. Her chuckle confirmed it.
"Sure, I'll help you out." he said, all the while glaring at her.
"Don't look at me" she said, putting on her best innocent face.
"Yes, I suppose it was the passed-out dwarf that did it." he did nothing to hide his sarcasm. "Don't worry, Zez, I'll help you out." He got up and walked to the hall of doors at the back of the tavern.

As she left, Zeza'kal tossed a small bag of coin to the half-org woman, clicking and tilting her head at her, and she caught it mid-air, winking back.


Mark opened the door and strode in, surveying the room. On one side, a small fireplace burned and lit the room in a soft glow. Against the walls rested Zez' equipment and a table, covered in wood carvings, on the opposite. The bed filled the room, but the sheets remained undisturbed. He remembered that Thri-kreen never slept, but she had to rent a room anyway or the barkeep would kick her out.
Or she would have to stay in someone else's room, and he didn't want to take that chance. The thought of her awake through the night in the dark of his room carving wood--her hobby, and she obsessed about it--while he tried to sleep unnerved him. The rafters cris-crossed the ceiling, and on one of them hung one of her bags. Ogralah knew Zez saw better by smell and would have a hard time finding it, even in plain sight to the rest of them. He stood onto the footlocker at the end of the bed, and reached for the bag.

He felt a sudden sharp pain, then numbness, in his arms and legs, and a quick push from behind. He gave a look of betrayal to Zez as he crumpled onto the perfect sheets. Someone had taught her the pressure points of humans, and her main pair of arms were blurs whenever he saw her fight. He had been tricked.
"Zorry, but that wazz nezzezary." she clicked. "The bag wazz juzzt a ruze. Do not think I have denied you the opportunity to help me. You will zzoon."
Her main pair of arms opened the footlocker, and her secondary drew a couple pairs of handcuffs, the heavy chains clinking in malice.

She rolled him over on the bed and began affixing his hands to the bedposts. His mind raced. His heart beat out of his chest.
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" he asked. She unclasped one to remove his tunic, then fastened both his wrists loosely to the bed.
"I am zorry, but I zee the way you look at me. With revulsion, dizgust. You zee--" he cut her off.
"What, you want revenge? Haven't I treated you nicely? What have I done?"
"You mizzunderztand." she started again, and her secondary hands pulled another pair of chains from the footlocker. "You have treated me nizely. I have watched you carefully zinze I joined your group." she started on removing the pants and attaching the ankle braces. "You zee, I am a deviant, even among my own kind. I joined your group not to get treasure, not to zee the world, but to get to you." She fixed her gaze on him on that last word.
"Oh fuck, don't tell me you're one of the kind that likes eating live prey? Don't think for a minute that Ogralah won't hear my screams if you start in on me!"
She put one of her large hands, if you could call them that, onto his mouth. "Huzhh. That iz not my intent." She leaned in close, her mandibles inches from his face. He could smell her breath, the smell of leather filling his nostrils. Her head turned to the side, taking in his naked form. He was sturdily built and his muscles bulged from all the training--and fighting--he did. Scars marred his skin here and there across his body, trophies from fights long past. Her hard hands traced a few as she spoke.
"You are quite zztrong, the strongezt human I have ever encountered. And you are tough. And tenazzious. Had I not been zzo cunning, I am zure you would have ezcaped." Her head came back up to face him, and her hand crept upwards to the other still clamped onto his mouth. "But I will do all I can to enzure the zurvival of my zpawn. I will have your zeed. My zpawn will go on to be heroez in their own right."

"I acczept that you will struggle, but know that I have invezted much in these chainz for thizz very purpozze." Her small hand traced the line of his chin. "You are so very zoft. Promize me you won't zcream" her hand clamped down even harder on his face. It was becoming hard for him to breathe. He nodded his head in resignation, and she released his face. He gasped for air, pulling even more of her leathery smell into his nostrils.
"I didn't even know Thri-kreen like humans." he said, watching one of her other hands trace the lines of the muscles in his arms.
"That izz true. Thizz iz my terrible zecret. Mozt of my kind would oztrazize me for thiz, but I cannot fight the urgez any longer."
"But we're incompatible! How do you even know what you're doing will work?" Mark knew he would have to try hard to convince her to call off this craziness. He'd do anything to avoid the approaching inevitable.
"A phyzizian I uzed to frequent told me it would work. It haz happened before.There are otherz like me." The feelers on her head came down on their long stalks and began to paw at him. They danced on his face, his arms and chest, and eventually down to his member, flaccid at the thought of the things about to happen. He tugged at the chains again; his arms could still move, but not enough to do anything worthwhile, nothing that could stop her.
"Do not ztruggle zo much. I have ztudied human mating practizez, and I will ztrive to make it az pleazureable for you as pozzible."

"I don't think it will be pleasurable at all! Quite the opposite, even!" He could hear the desperation coming out in his own voice, even as he tried to mask it. "Please, I'm begging you! Stop this mad scheme! Ogralah! Ogralah, help m--" One of her main hands clamped down again onto his mouth, hard at first, but loosening immediately, as if she thought better of it.
"Do not call for help. It waz Okgralah who helped me. Zhe haz only encouraged me, to be 'proactive.' And zhe will not ztop me now that I have confided in her thiz terrible zecret." He stopped shaking in his chains, and instead just shook his head. She slowly lifted her large hand off his mouth, seeing if he would scream again. When he didn't, she opened her mandibles wide, and a short, pointed tongue rolled up his cheek.
"No. No, no no no no. This can't be happening to me."
"Try and enjoy it Mark. I know I will." she said slowly. He could hear the breathing from her sides get heavier.

Mark didn't know much about how the Thri-kreen mated or reproduced. He hadn't ever given it any thought, being a normal, sane human being. He screamed on the inside knowing he was about to find out first-hand. The feelers danced frantically, quickening with her breathing and her small abdomen started to move up and down. They tickled his face as she drew her short tongue up his neck. He could tell she was trying to emulate humans; her pace was inconsistent, jaunted and made in short, quick strokes. The smell of her saliva smelled faintly of fruit--an odd smell considering their diet. Maybe she did intend for him to enjoy it after all.
But it did nothing for him. No erection. No enjoyment. Only terror.
She raised her head suddenly, and moved onto the bed, straddling him with her long, segmented, hard legs. Her small abdomen rested on the lower part of his stomach and waist. It was about twice the size of his head, weighing about as much, and tapered off at the tip. Her large pair of arms supported her as lowered her head near his. The small pair of hands, surprisingly smooth for chitin, lifted his head up as if to plant a lover's kiss. She looked down at him, her expression hard to read.


"We have zurprizing zimilarities, we and you humanz" she buzzed at him. The long, narrow plates that met at the center of her chest pulled open, revealing a pair of breasts behind the rough armor. They were small and what looked like tiny, interlocking pieces of chitin covered all but the aureoles and nipples, which were a dark shade of brown and green. A column of her natural armor separated the pair. His head pulled back in revulsion. Her small pair of hands pulled his face toward them, surprisingly strong for their size.
"Pleaze, I will not wazte thiz opportunity for my own pleazure. I have already promized you your own." He looked up at her, pleading silently. "Bite down around them, and zuck." Her head turned upward and shoved his face against them.
They were surprisingly smooth around the nipples, and the nipples themselves were as soft as his own flesh. With surrender, he opened his jaw as wide as possible and bit down, drawing part of the breast and the whole nipple into his mouth. They were kind of loose, less firm than he had imagined, and it filled his mouth. She had obviously prepared herself, as these too tasted sweet, faintly of fruit. He could hear her clicking in satisfaction as he obeyed. No milk came from either of them, as she moved his head from breast to breast. Her breathing became more taxed, and her abdomen gently patted his own now and then. He could feel something beginning to brush against his inner thighs; something wet and cold.
She gasped once, and threw his head back down onto the pillows. She turned around on top of him, slowly, bringing into view the end of her abdomen. On the tip four pinkish-purple tips of flesh had engorged and exposed themselves. They were about the length of his finger and the width of his thumb, and covered in a clear viscous fluid. She turned her head around to face him.
"There iz zomething that humanz can do that otherz of my kind cannot. Something humanz have that we do not." She said slyly, enjoying herself immensely. Mark tried to pull his head back again, not enjoying himself at all.
"Dare I ask?" he said with a scowl.
"Lipz. Lipz on the outside, and a large tounge." She said with as much glee as a thri-kreen could convey. He turned his head to the side.
"No. I won't."
"You will." She said matter-of-factly. "I can be very persuasive." She turned her back to him and lowered her head down to his member. It tensed back a little at the through of her mandibles coming anywhere near it. He could already feel her feelers had found it. "I have zeen human malez do anything for their women to do thiz." Her head stopped for a second, "Forgive me if I do not do this correctly at firzt. I will continue until your body tellz me I am doing it right."

Her mandibles opened again, and the short pointed tongue flicked at his deflated penis. Her small hands began to play with it, tossing it from side to side and occasionally near her open mouth. When it accidentally brushed against the rough chitin of her mandibles, he tried his best to pull them in their entirety back into his body cavity. Regardless, he could feel the blood rushing into it, and he was helpless to stop it. It was about halfway up when she spoke.
"Your body is beginning to respond." and she put it, still slightly soft, into her mouth.
He couldn't help but gasp. There were muscles he could never have imagined inside the cool mouth, and he became rock hard in an instant. Her head jerked quickly up and down his shaft, never letting it all the way out. His hands clenched as he came close, willing himself not to come in the mouth of a thri-kreen.

She suddenly stopped. Her head lifted and turned back to him. He raised his head up, catching himself from asking her why. She had him. He knew it. She had tasted his pre-cum and stopped. One of her smaller hands still gripped his shaft, moving it in a circle.
"Uze you lipz and tongue, Mark." She moved her abdomen closer to his face, encouraging him. "You will like it. And I will not continue until you return the favor."
They stared at each other for a moment in a battle of will.

Mark broke first. He motioned for her to bring it forward. The tips were still exposed, but had come together in a point. She moved it in small circles on his lips as he lightly kissed them. The fluid began to stick to his lips, and tasted like cinnamon. They unfurled quickly and soon he was moving his tongue from petal to petal. She clicked and buzzed in pleasure.
Suddenly they clamped down onto his face, across his mouth, leaving his nose exposed. They felt cool, but not cold, and dripped the clear fluid down the sides of his face.

He could feel his face getting sucked in. The petals wriggled around on his face played with the soft flesh. She put her head back down and resumed sucking with vigor, still in those jaunted, quick motions.
The petals clamped down on his face suddenly and began seriously sucking this moth inward. He could feel her tensing, something squirming inside her small abdomen.

It coughed two quick spurts of pink fluid onto his face and into his open mouth. It had a sweet and sour apple taste to it, and her abdomen stopped the suction, but they kept firmly clamped to his face, forcing him to swallow it.
As if she had been waiting for him, she released his member and his face when he gulped it down.
"Now that you have taken me inzide you, I will take you inzide me, and your zeed will be mine."

Mark spat.
"What was that?" he asked as she rotated on top of him.
"That formz the shell of the eggz inzide me, and I uze it after I lay them to harden their shellz." She spoke softly and licked his face clean of it. Her body moved farther up and away from his shaft, still erect. Her head moved down next to his ear, and she spoke while gently pinching his earlobe. "I will alwayz remember this night I rezieved the zeed of Mark the Champion. Mark, the zlayer of the undead and demonz."
"I'm sure I won't forget it either, he whimpered."
She slowly slid her body down again, and he felt the petals grip him. They twisted around and pulled him in, and her abdomen began to move, almost in a heaving motion, and sucked him in deeper. The petals covered his crotch with it's fluid, and two of them began to wriggle on top of his scrotum.
He gasped again, his eyes beginning to roll back into his head. Her abdomen seemed to flex, he could feel it moving on it's own, on the inside, back and forth along his penis. Something inside clamped down on the head of his shaft.
He began to raise his waist, moaning, pulling against his restraints to support it, and she pushed him back down, her own clicking and buzzing filling the room. The small pair of hands pulled his head forward again, and he bit down hard on a large portion of her breast, sucking will all his might.
She came before him, her abdomen coughing several times. He could feel the fluid running down the inside of his thighs, and as she tensed again, he came.
Never in his life had he come this hard. He could feel her abdomen still sucking, draining him, as his waist came up in the air again. He discharged more this one time than he ever thought possible.
Nothing of his own came out of her, her own fluid had created a seal of sorts around his genitals. She quickly turned around, again, and quickly licked him clean with her small pointed tongue.

She laid down beside him, stretching out as much as she could on the soft sheets. He was still chained as she clamped her second elbows over his shoulders and hugged him.
"I believe thiz iz the correct concluzion to human mating." She said softly, but he could tell she was enjoying it. Her feelers were still flitting about his face.
"Please unchain me." he said, exhausted.
"I told you that you would enjoy it."
"Just unchain me." he repeated.
She paused.
"You promize not to cauze trouble?"
"Just do it."
She unclasped his wrists, and he immediately leaned forward to undo his ankle braces. He got off the bed, and silently put on his clothes and tried to retain some dignity. His crotch still wet from her discharge. Her feelers fell down around her head when she watched him leave.
Mark seethed. He knew their quest was more important than him, bigger than any of them He wouldn't risk failure over something like this. Too much at stake, end of the world, etc.
He said nothing as he left the room and composed himself. He stumbled stiff-legged to the bar, where Ogralah and the bard had become very loud and drunk. She slapped him hard on the shoulder and handed him a stout of a very strong drink.
"Ah, I knew I shtill had it in me! How was it, loverboy?"
So she wasn't going to hide it. The bard and barkeep both stopped talking and suddenly looked at him, the gears in their heads turning slowly, connecting the dots. Who was still here? Where was Zez? Why was he walking so funny?
"I think I'll enjoy this better in my own room, thank you very much." He said quickly, and took the stout with him. He stumbled into his quarters and set the mug on the table, and laid across the bed, trying to forget what just happened.

END OF PART 1