Hey, folks! I didn’t get shit for sleep the last couple days, so I’ve compensated by writing a fuckton today. Spent the last 12 hours or so working on expanding Anno’s role as a shopkeeper on Tarkus (spoilers: she survives the story! :O) About 4,000+ words of exposition about Novahome, the raskvel home, and the planet as seen by part of the U.G.C. pioneer expedition. Fen and I ended up write-jamming for a few hours, and Anno and Shekka (the raskvel shopkeeper across from Anno’s store) have a pretty cool dynamic working up: they have basically mirroring talk scenes, and have VERY different opinions on the situation.

I’m gonna try and have Anno code-ready by tomorrow, then hop over and write some of Shekka’s sex scenes with Fen. Hopefully Tarkus will have its resident shopkeeps ready and raring to go soon. I’m pretty stoked about the lore that’s shaping up around Tarkus, especially Novahome. It’s got some seriously creepy vibes popping up, both from Anno and Shekka’s perspectives.

Speaking of writing, there’s going to be a dungeon to cap off Tarkus! Fen and I spent a bit going over some design stuff, and I’ve got a big stonking design doc worked up. Definitely looking forward to TiTS’ first dungeon, and it’s going to have some pretty cool things going on — this isn’t your grandma’s dungeon! Look for more deets next week, I think.

So that’s the status update. I’mma get back to writing dogslut facefucking, so enjoy some dogslut dogdicking while you wait for it! I was a little hesitant to even make Talon Rogue a sex-story last time; now that I’ve embraced the slut-side Whorce (oh god that was awful), Gene Stealer’s definitely looking to make up for it: sometimes it’s easy to forget how good a method for character development a good hard fucking can be.

Have a good one, see you Thursday!
-Savin
Hel Sprite -Cropsy

Thankfully, Anno’s place wasn’t far from the Mess. She slammed me back against her bulkhead door, her body-hugging ultralastic catsuit rubbing through the thin fabric of my clothes as her legs hooked around my hips. Anno lept into my arms, her lips hot and heavy against mine as she fumbled for her key, my own hands wandering across her back and ass, kneading her taut cheeks through her clothes. The door slipped open, and we went tumbling back through in, my legs buckling under the awkward weight of Anno in my arms and the sudden loss of blood as her hand grabbed my cock under my skirt. I tripped over something and tumbled back onto the bed, leaving Anno in just the right position to straddle me, hand working my shaft as she dimmed the lights to almost nothing, just enough to see each other by as we embraced.

I grabbed her shoulders, pulling myself up into the soft, warm embrace of Anno’s breasts, finding the tongue of her zipper with my teeth and pulling down. She gave a pleased little gasp as I drew it down, half-motorboating her until I unzipped her uniform past the navel; it disappeared after that, her arms slipping out of the sleeves to hang around my neck, her bare bust pressing into my own, smaller rack. My hands grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading; I gave a little gasp as Anno’s fingers worked at my shirt buttons, all but ripping it off my chest to get at my bra. Together we pulled that off, baring my perky little C-cups against Anno’s Ds; we held each other tight after that, enough our tits were pressing into each other, sending electric waves of pleasure up my spine as our nipples teased and caressed.

Adding to the pleasure coursing through my chest, Anno’s soft-furred white fingers wrapped back around my red prick, her hips hovering just over its pointed, canine tip. She leaned ever so slightly back, pressing her catsuit’s skin-tight elastic ass against the shaft, almost enveloping it between her cheeks. Giving me a sultry smile, she started to move her hips, lifting up and sliding back down my cock.

Gods, yes! I grabbed Anno’s waist, fingers sinking into the naked flesh above her belt, guiding her movements as she bounced and slide in my lap, hotdogging me in the tight embrace of her suit. Still, I wanted that gone, wanted to feel the heat of her loins enveloping my cock. My fingers moved to her belt, pulling it off with a few well-practiced motions; Anno gasped as my hand brushed her groin through the material, and then slipped inside, fingers running through the white landing strip they’d unveiled, a perfect match to the creamy locks now dancing around her shoulders, a silky veil shrouding our faces from the dim light. We kissed, soft, fast motions as our hands worked each others’ sexes, building towards the moment of bliss.

Anno stopped suddenly, just as I was peeling her suit back enough to angle myself inside. Her hand released my prick, diving into one of her pockets to produce a vaccum-sealed packet, which she tore open with one of her sharp canines. “Almost forgot,” she grinned, pulling the condom packet apart with her teeth until the rubber “O” was held firmly in her mouth. Our noses touched, and then she was gone, crawling like a pup down my body, tail raised playfully to tease my face as she turned around, grasping my rod in both hands. I returned the favor, clapping my hands on her backside and pulling the catsuit down to her knees, then off completely as she moved one leg and then the other over my head, ending with them perfectly planted on my shoulders, pinning me down to the bed once again with her white-veiled sex hanging tantalizingly overhead.

My gasps of pleasure turned into a long, husky moan as Anno’s lips brushed the crown of my cock, the latex sheathe teasing the very tip before its rim gripped the head and traveled down, escorted by Anno’s full lips, wrapping my member nice and tight by the time they met my groin, her nose half-buried in my churning sack. She withdrew with equal care, slowly drawing her mouth back to my crown… and back again. My back arched, breath catching as she blew me, clearly reveling in the familiar taste of ausar cock as her slit reddened and drooled, excitement threatening to run down her thigh.

I couldn’t let that happen, could I? I pulled her hips down to my face, tongue lancing out to taste the sweet nectar of Anno’s sex. Her tail curled up, shaking happily as I licked her honeypot, returning her oral affections in turn as she continued to suck me off, leaving us for minutes in a blissful sixty-nine. My tongue found the red bud of her clit at the same moment a pair of Anno’s fingers found my ass, and we moaned together at the added sensation, my hips bucking into her mouth as her fingers pried their way into me. It didn’t take her long to find the little bud of my prostate, and when she did, Anno didn’t relent for a moment, rubbing and kneading it until my cock was jumping in her mouth, beads of pre leaking into the sheath around my crown.

A few moments of that, and I couldn’t take anymore.

I grabbed the headboard and pulled myself out from under Anno, rolling onto my knees and slapping my cock into the cleft of her ass, squeezing it back between those wonderful cheeks. She lifted her tail and wiggled her butt enticingly, looking back at me with lust-hazed eyes. If there’s anything an ausar loves, it’s doggystyle. I slid into her with one smooth, easy motion, spearing her pussy almost to the hilt, until the growing swell of my canid knot pushed against her lips. Even if millennia of evolution had tailored ausar girls to taking that knot, it still would spell the end of the fun; for now, I opted to keep it out, letting it press ever so slightly against her before drawing back again until my sheath-clad prick was barely in her at all. Fingers sinking into her big hips for support, I started to thrust, fucking her hard after all that teasing and sucking, my body desperate for release. The cocktail of what could only have been aphrodisiacs she’d given me all but took over, now that my cock was buried in a wet, inviting pussy, and my hips slammed into Anno’s backside with abandon, harder and harder until we were both crying out with pleasure, our voices intermingling with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

When I came, I came hard. A bestial roar tore itself from my lips as my cock swelled with seed. Primal instinct kicked in, and I slammed myself balls-deep into Anno’s sex, my fully-swollen knot pounding its way through her gaping lips to lodge inside her, tying us together as I busted my nut inside her, hips still bucking with every spurt of seed erupting from my dick and into the nano-fiber sheath around it, ballooning the condom inside her. Anno cried out in pleasure as I came, her fingers rubbing across her slit and clit, joining my short, jerky knotted thrusts until she joined me in climax.

She was a squirter, too; before I knew it, my thighs were covered in musky girlcum, pressed firmly against Anno’s butt and held by the thick swell of my knot, binding us together as we came and came, pumping each other full of or covered in spunk until we were both panting and gasping for breath, bodies quivering with exhaustion and pleasure.

With some awkwardness, I slipped my arms around Anno’s waist and pulled her up against me, sliding the both of us under the blanket. We kissed again over her shoulder, my hands wandering up to cup her breasts again as we tried to settle down, ignoring the almost overwhelming reek of sex and sweat clinging to us. We fell asleep still bound together, entangled in each other’s arms beneath the thin covers of Anno’s bed.

———

I woke to a slight vibration in my arm. With a yawn, I cracked one eye open and flicked the touch screen on my holoband. Athena’s green avatar materialized, arms locked behind her rigid back in a military at-ease. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and rolled Anno’s face out of my cleavage.

“Sup?” I groaned, checking the time. Barely past 5:00.

“Sorry, Captain Kaede, am I interrupting…?”

“No, it’s fine,” I said, swinging my feet out of the bed and searching for my underwear. At some point in the night, Anno and I must have slipped apart, though a quick whiff told me I still smelled powerfully of ausar snatch and my own spunk. I pulled the condom off my cock, tied it off, and tossed it in the trash. Ew, ew, ew.

Athena adjusted the strap of her toga, probably seeing more than she’d bargained for. “Anyway, captain, I just thought you would want to know that ship’s sensors caught somebody snooping around our berth at oh-five-hundred hours, local time. Whoever it was attempted to access a hull circuit panel, though I was able to scare him off by powering up the forward turret.”

The A.I. grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

I nodded, finally finding my underwear and slipping it on before abandoning the bed entirely. “Did you get a good look at him?”

“Sorry, captain. Too dark in the hangar bay. You should consider investing in night-vision cameras.”

“As soon as I’m not eating ramen every other night,” I snapped, a little too harsh. “You did good, Ath. Keep an eye out; I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Understood. Oh, uh, captain… you have something…” she said, indicating her cheek. I rubbed at mine, and my fingers came away smeared with some of Anno’s cherry lipstick.

The holoband clicked off, leaving me to gather up my clothes in darkness. I managed to dress myself, found my gun and holstered it, and splashed some water on my face from the kitchen sink. I must not have been all that quiet, because Anno was waiting for me when I went for the door. She flipped her nightstand light on and propped herself up on an elbow with the blanket hanging limply from a shoulder, revealing one of her ample breasts. That alone made me loathe to leave.

“Going somewhere?” she purred invitingly, her slim body in that big bed practically begging for me to join her.

Before I could answer, Anno laughed and stood, closing the distance between us in two strides on her long legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. “At least let me make you some breakfast, Kaede.”

I relented with a nod, and smiling ear to ear, Anno slipped away into the kitchen, leaving me with a parting view of her bare backside, hips a-swaying as she walked. For the first time, I turned on the apartment’s ceiling lights, and squinted in the sudden flash of brightness.

Anno’s apartment was probably an officer’s quarters when Novahome was actually a spaceworthy ship, not what you’d call roomy, but comfortable. A little smaller than the studio place I had back on Tavros, with steel bulkheads for walls, mostly painted over with a cheerful lime green that didn’t suit the place’s owner very well at all. The place was pretty messy, befitting a bachelor pad: piles of junk and stacks of books on the tables and much of the floor space, including a lot of techno-junk probably salvaged from the planet-wide scrapyard outside. The only really personal thing I could see was faintly flickering holo-picture on her nightstand, showing Anno and what I figured was her sister, an athletic raven-haired girl, hand in hand and grinning at the camera. Behind them were a pair of stern, well-dressed older ausars, probably their parents. Anno’s sister was pretty cute…

I snapped-to from a momentary threesome daydream as the smell of sizzling bacon filled the air, briefly masking the musky odor we’d left in our wake. I slipped into the kitchen behind my host and locked my arms around belly, nuzzling my chin into her neck. Anno giggled, putting a peck on my cheek as she flipped the bacon. I got the toast as it popped, and we worked together for a few minutes after that, working in silence, content to enjoy each other’s company.

The next time either of us spoke, we were sitting in her breakfast nook. I sniffed the glass of milk I’d been given, instinctively wary of another dose of lust-drug. Anno blushed a little, whispering, “Sorry about the drink last night. I guess you probably didn’t know what it was, huh?”

I waved her off with a smile. I should have been mad, at least a little, but after my run in with a certain kui-tan space pirate… well, let’s just say I had other people more deserving of my ire. Anno seemed like a weight was lifted off her shoulders, and after that we spend the next half an hour making pleasant small talk, reminiscing about the Academy or shooting the shit about our respective ships, engaging in a little techno-dickmeasuring.

We laughed and teased all through breakfast, and all the while I tried to ignore the insistent bulge growing under my skirt as my eyes wandered across Anno’s nude form, her chest on full and shameless display as she ate completely in the buff. When we’d finished eating, I made as if to leave again, and once more Anno stopped me, though this time with a serious look on her face.

“I don’t suppose you have another pressing job lined up, do you, Red?” she asked, only hints of her normal playfulness in her voice.

I didn’t, and said so.

She grinned. “You any good with that piece?”

Her eyes flashed to the gunbelt on my hips. I’d played enough holo-games to get to be a decent shot, though I’d only ever been in a firefight once before, and I still had nightmares about it. Honestly that night in Anno’s arms was the first time in weeks I hadn’t woken up in a cold sweat, thinking of bullets racing around my head. I shuddered at the thought.

“What’re you getting at?” I said, once more a little too harshly.

Anno stepped back. “Woah, calm your tits, Red. Not wetwork or anything, jeez. I was just thinking… I’ve got to go out and fix some of Steele’s research platforms near the Rift. There’s a lot of hostile wildlife out there, and the shop has a contractor budget, so… maybe hang out with me today, watch my back while I hit the reset button on some pylons?”

My shoulders relaxed, and my smile returned. A day of casual sex and quiet guard duty might be just the thing I needed…