Worlds Apart Pt. 02

The lazy stroking of her hand was captivating, her fingers acting as ribs as they slid over his tender glans, the texture of her silky coat downright luxuriant. Her warm, slippery grasp quickly had him lifting his butt off the leather cushions in time with her motions.

As he watched, she sat up straighter, gathering up her breasts as best she could in her free arm. They draped themselves over her forearm like candles melting off the edge of a shelf, spilling between her fingers as she cupped one of them, keeping up her teasing handjob all the while. She was putting on a show for him, creating a deep cleavage as she squashed them together, molding them like putty.

She finally relinquished her hold on his member, leaving it throbbing in the air, his glistening skin joined to her palm by a sagging web of her saliva. She wiped it on the couch absent-mindedly, then brought it to her chest, cupping a breast in each hand. That sly smile returned, and she leaned closer, poising with her chest hovering a scant inch above his member. Jamie propped himself up on his elbows, watching in anticipation as she let them drop, a cascade of wobbling flesh burying his lower body. Her boobs spilled over his waist like cake batter pouring from a pan, so large that they draped over his hips, covering him from his navel to his thighs. His member was completely buried in her cleavage, soft skin slick with sweat enveloping his length, the pleasant weight of her bust bearing down on him.

"I'll hold them," she began, struggling to wrangle her assets. She gathered them up and crossed her arms over them, hugging them against her chest. The pressure made Jamie's head spin, her delicate fat forming a muffin top above her forearms, molding around his shaft. "Go ahead and fuck them," she cooed, those green eyes watching him eagerly.

He lifted his hips, thrusting into her cleavage, the impact sending a beautiful ripple through her bust. Her coffee-colored skin was impossibly smooth, a blend of her sweat and the saliva that still dampened his length making everything slippery, her flesh providing just the right amount of resistance.

She held them there, letting him push into them, his member completely buried in the depths of her cleavage. Jamie couldn't resist reaching down to take generous handfuls, clawing and kneading like he was shaping wet clay, Liz's long lashes fluttering. They were larger than her own head, weighty enough that when he tried to lift one from below, his hand merely sank into it. Beneath the supple layer of fat was firmer breast tissue, so deep that he had to bury his fingers up to the knuckle to reach it.

The gentle rocking of his hips made her breasts quiver like a plate of jello, his thrusting sending waves through her bust, like ripples on the calm surface of a pond. She squashed the two spheres together, deforming them in her furry hands, her straw-colored coat contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin. She let more of their weight rest in his lap, the pressure that bore down on his member intensifying, the two walls of satin flesh closing around him.

Liz uncrossed her arms, struggling to grip her ample breasts in her hands, the softness of her fat and the dampness of her skin making it a challenge. They slipped through her fingers, escaping her grasp as they spilled free, but she eventually managed to get a hold of them. She began to stroke him with them, kneading like a baker with a fresh ball of dough, moving them independently of one another. Her bosom seemed to swirl around his cock, the unexpected changes in pressure and tightness making him gasp. It was like being massaged with a pair of silk pillows, Jamie lying back on the couch, letting the pleasant waves of sensation wash over him.

"Let me know when you're close," she whispered, sensing that he was reaching his limits. She gave him another tormenting squeeze that made the meat of her bosom bulge between her furry digits, the warm, slimy depths of her cleavage narrowing around him. He couldn't help but rut into them, her flesh clapping against his hips, her boobs bouncing in his lap. She gave him a satisfied grin, crossing her arms around them again, her fat spilling over and under her fluffy forelimbs.

"You wear those tight shirts on purpose," Jamie grunted, hypnotized by the shaking of her breasts.

"Nuh-uh," she giggled, watching him with a wide smile. "You try getting loose t-shirts at my size, it's impossible. Besides, you're one to talk, walking around in those short shorts. You know it makes me want to tear them off you."

"You can tear them off any time you want," he replied, wincing as she gave him another punishing squeeze.

"Oh, like I need your permission?"

Liz's biceps bulged as she tightened her hold, his head lolling back, a twinge of pleasure coursing up his spine like an icy finger.

"Come on," she cooed, her tone turning sly. "Give it up already, I want my pizza."

He upped his pace, fucking her bust in earnest, Liz chewing on her lower lip lasciviously as she watched him intently. The gliding of her wet skin against his glans, the gentle wobbling of her fat, her teasing squeezing -- it all became too much.

Jamie's back arched off the cushions, his damp skin gluing him to the leather for a moment, a stifled grunt of bestial lust escaping him as he pumped a thick wad of his seed into her cleavage. There was nowhere for it to go, his warm ejaculate quickly filling the pocket that his member had created between her breasts, coating his length in a sticky sheen. Liz held her bust still as she watched him writhe, batting her lashes as he bucked reflexively, globs of pearly fluid leaking down his shaft. Every throb was joined by a surge of tingling pleasure, its intensity making his head spin, the sweet ache of relief permeating him as he painted her dusky skin with his lust. Gradually, the ecstasy subsided, giving way to euphoria that draped itself over him like a warm blanket.

Liz drew back, parting her breasts, Jamie's heart fluttering as he saw that they remained linked by a sagging web of his emission. A fat droplet of it slowly seeped down her torso, sliding between the twin rows of her abs, the sight making his lingering erection flex once more.

"I'm gonna need pizza and a towel now," she muttered, running a furry finger through the gunk. She pulled it away, watching with drooping eyelids as a rope of it clung to her pad, soon breaking to drape itself over her thigh. "You sure make a lot of mess for someone so small."

He rose to his knees unsteadily, leaning a hand against the backrest for support as he reached up to cup her rosy cheek. He drew her in for a kiss, Liz leaning into him, delving her clawed fingers into his hair. Their difference in stature had once made them clumsy, her larger lips and tongue struggling to lock comfortably with his own, but months of enthusiastic practice had made them experts. Her slippery coils wound into his mouth, the tapered tip of her organ glancing his inner cheeks as it coiled around his tongue, his alien lover locking him in an embrace so deep and lurid that kiss seemed far too mundane a word to do it justice.

After a few moments, she loosed an affectionate purr, gently placing a hand on his chest to push him away.

"Pizza," she insisted, Jamie nodding his head. He stumbled to his feet, swiping the pizza box off the nearby coffee table and making his way over to the kitchen. He put it in the microwave, then rummage through one of the drawers, tossing Liz a towel. She wiped herself down, Jamie admiring her as she ran the checkered cloth across her generous bust and down her taut belly. Once that was done, she leaned down to pick up her discarded shirt, her breasts swaying enticingly as she pulled it over her head.

"It's inside-out," he chuckled, leaning on the kitchen counter as the pizza box slowly rotated behind the glass door. Liz shrugged, letting herself fall back into the couch, crossing her long legs as she loosed a satisfied sigh.

"What time is it?" she mumbled, glancing at the digital clock that was displayed on a wall-mounted monitor across the room. "We've got time to watch something, maybe fuck again if you want to."

"As if I'd refuse," he replied, amused by her brashness. There had been a time when she had been too shy to express her feelings, when his merest touch had made her cover her burning face in embarrassment. She had returned from Borealis with a newfound confidence, a new directness that he admired. Liz knew what she wanted, she didn't beat around the bush, she never hesitated anymore. It was a quality that he found himself doing his best to emulate.

There was a ping from the microwave, Jamie returning to her side with a hot pizza, the pair lounging together as they browsed the list of available movies. Liz leaned over to grab a slice, blowing on it for a moment to cool it, then sliding it into her mouth. She chewed happily, using the barbs on her prehensile tongue to clean away the melted cheese from her furry fingers.

"Pizza and head," she sighed as she draped an arm around his shoulder, tugging him closer. "You spoil me."
"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic," he replied, one of her boobs making an admirable pillow as he leaned against her. "But you're welcome."

"What would the upscale equivalent of pizza and head be?" Liz wondered, idly tapping at the remote.

"A candlelit dinner and a hot oil massage?" Jamie suggested, Liz's bust shaking as she laughed.

"Good suggestion. Don't think I won't take you up on that sometime. Better grab a few slices for yourself, by the way," she added as she gestured to the open box with a clawed finger. "This is some good stuff. You should make a note of whatever place you got the pie from."

"I can pick up another one on the way back from work tomorrow," he replied, relaxing into her embrace as he enjoyed the fading embers of his afterglow.

"Ah, here's something to watch," Liz said as she hovered her cursor over one of the titles. "Battle for Epsilon. It's a war movie, those are usually exciting, and they often toss in a romance subplot for the chicks."

"I would not describe you as a chick," he scoffed.

"I don't have to be a dainty little flower to like romance," she chided. "Now, cuddle with me, or I'll pull your arms out of their sockets."

"Yes, dear," he replied, Liz giving him a grin.

***

The credits rolled, Liz opening her mouth in a yawn, stretching her muscular arms above her head. Jamie sat up straight on the couch beside her, her sudden movement jolting him back to alertness. The sun had set some time ago, their apartment lit only by the rows of text scrolling across the monitor, the pizza box sitting empty on the coffee table along with a few empty snack wrappers. Liz had even used her barbed tongue to lick away the remnants of cheese from the cardboard.

"That was pretty good," he said. "Though, I don't know why everything has to be a propaganda piece."

"Yeah," Liz replied. "I get that there's a war going on, but if there's no danger to the characters because they're guaranteed to win every fight, then there's no tension. They can lose and still come out on top in the end."

"I'm gonna get that shower if you want to join me," Jamie said, beginning to rise to his feet. Liz placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him, Jamie sinking back down into the cushions.

"Hang on a sec," she said, her tone losing its playful quality. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"What's that?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "Is something wrong?"

Ever since they were kids, Liz had always confided in him. He was the first person that she came to when she had a problem.

"For as long as I can remember, all I've wanted is to be with you," she began. "I wanted an apartment with a view of the city, and now we're sharing one," she added as she waved to the wall-length window. "We both have steady jobs, enough income to live comfortably, and we've done a pretty good job of making up for all those wasted years. We achieved all of our childhood dreams."

"I guess we did, didn't we?" Jamie replied. The thought made his stomach swarm with butterflies, but Liz still had a serious expression on her face, so he abstained from making a joke about owning a pet dinosaur.

"We achieved all of our goals, so...now what?" she asked. Jamie cocked his head at her, not quite understanding.

"What do you mean?" he said, a twinge of apprehension tying a knot in his guts. "Aren't you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy," she replied hastily. "I've got my Jamie on tap. How should I put this..?" She trailed off, pondering for a moment as he waited expectantly. "We're on a road trip, right? I'm loving every second of the ride, but I'd like to know where we're going. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," he replied, "I think I get what you mean."

"Ever since we moved in together, I've been happy, Jamie. All the time. That's something I never had before, not when I was a girl, not when I was on Borealis. Yet I can't help but feel like we're spinning our wheels, like we should be moving towards a goal other than eating takeout and getting each other off, as much fun as we've been having."

"It sounds like you have something in mind," he said, Liz nodding her head slowly.

"Have you ever put any serious thought into...kids?" she asked.

Jamie's cheeks flushed pink, and he blinked up at her, not sure how to respond.

"Not...not seriously," he admitted, reaching up to brush his hair out of his face. "I guess I figured that if you wanted to be with me, you probably didn't want any. It's not like a human and a Borealan can...you know. We're different species."

"I know that," she sighed. "You're talking to a xenobiology major, you dork. There are other ways to go about it, though. We'd have options."

"What, like adoption?" Jamie asked.

"Adoption is one possibility," she replied with a shrug.

"This is all happening pretty quickly," Jamie said with a nervous chuckle. "I've not even had time to process how I feel about this whole thing yet. This is some pretty life-changing stuff you're talking about, Liz."

"I didn't mean to spring it on you," she replied, "it's something that I've been thinking about for a while. I didn't want to just throw it on the table without doing a little research first."

"Most people wait until their late twenties, early thirties to have kids," Jamie continued. "I feel like we're a little young."

"It's not like it's unheard of."

"Well, no, but..." Jamie trailed off. He didn't want to sound like he was arguing against the idea, as much apprehension as it instilled in him.

"When my parents took me back to the homeworld, I met my littermates for the first time since I was a baby," she continued. "My siblings, rather. One of my sisters had kittens while I was there, and they were the cutest things I'd ever seen. They were small enough to fit in the palms of my hands," she said, cupping them to demonstrate. "I get all warm and fuzzy whenever I think about holding them. Maybe it's some kind of Borealan instinct, but being here with you -- making love like we do -- it's starting to drive me kind of crazy. My body doesn't know that you can't get me pregnant, and it's like...we keep trying, but nothing ever happens."

"Would adoption fix that, though?" Jamie asked. "Assuming that we could adopt, which wouldn't be a given, what species would we even choose? There aren't any Borealan kittens waiting for adoption in orphanages on Earth, I can guess that much. Would you want a human kid? Would you want to go back to Borealis and somehow bring a kitten back with you?"

"Adoption wouldn't be my first choice," she admitted, "but...how would you feel about it?"

"Adoption specifically?" he asked, Liz nodding her head at him. He leaned forward on the couch, running his fingers through his hair as he considered. "I dunno," he sighed. "It wouldn't really be our kid, you know? We'd be raising someone else's child, and as noble as that sounds, it rubs me the wrong way. If we were going to have a kid, I'd prefer it to be related to us, a product of us. I don't know if that's even possible in our situation."

"We're different species," Liz added, the frame of the couch creaking as she leaned back into the cushions beside him. "We look pretty similar, but that's just convergent evolution, a product of evolving to fill the same ecological niche. We're both descended from mammalian ancestors, we're both predators with binocular vision, we both adapted to stand upright so that we could use our forelimbs as manipulators. We can breathe a similar mix of gasses, eat similar food, tolerate similar pressures and gravities. We both speak, because the conditions of our atmospheres are conducive to carrying sound. But all that said, you have more in common genetically with a mushroom than you do with me. You'd have an easier time knocking up a rose bush. We don't even have the same number of chromosomes."

"You said that we had other options?" he asked, the way that she shifted her weight uncomfortably making him wary of her reply.

"Artificial insemination is one of them," she began. "It's not like fertility clinics on Earth stock Borealan sperm, so I'd have to go back to the homeworld to find a donor."

"Whoa, whoa," Jamie said with a dramatic wave of his hands. "Hit the brakes. You're talking about letting some Borealan guy..."

"No, of course not," she said with a roll of her eyes. "That's not how artificial insemination works, Jamie. He'd have to...jerk off into a cup or something. That's why they use the determiner artificial instead of just calling it insemination. We'd freeze it, then bring it back to a clinic on Earth."

"So, you'd be having the donor's kid," Jamie continued, staring at the carpet.

"In that case, yeah," she replied. "I wouldn't even know the guy, though, he'd just be donating his genetic material. Think of it like donating blood."

"Maybe I'm thinking emotionally and not logically," Jamie began, "but the idea of that makes me want to track said donor down and force-feed him his genetic material."

"And I thought that Borealans were supposed to be the territorial ones," she sighed. "The last option would be finding a surrogate. You'd jerk off into your own cup and artificially inseminate a human woman, who would then carry your child in my stead."

"You don't sound too enthusiastic about that one," he said, turning his head to glance up at her.

"I mean...none of them are ideal," she replied, averting her eyes. "Which species we might go with is a conversation in itself. I was raised on Earth, but would it be ethical to put a kitten through the same experiences that I had? How would a human child with a Borealan mother turn out? I'm not going to lie, I'd love a kitten, but I didn't know how you'd feel about that. We've been together for so long, but this subject has never come up before."

"I had no idea you felt this way," Jamie said, reaching out to place a comforting hand on her thigh. His touch seemed to soothe her, and she took his hand in hers, engulfing it in her furry fingers. "Like I said, I assumed that if you were dating me, kids weren't on the table."

"You don't have to decide right away," she added, "I know this is coming out of left field. You can take all the time you need to think about it, I'm not gonna pressure you into making a decision that you might regret."

"I do have one question, though," Jamie added. "What would you do if I said no? Having a kid would change our lives, it's a huge responsibility. Practically everything that we do for the next twenty years would revolve around them in some way. What if I'm not ready to give up the lifestyle we've built together just yet?"

She released his hand, bringing one of her black claws to her mouth, chewing on it like a human might bite their nail as she mulled it over.