Other than a kiss, he hadn't done anything with her yet. But it was getting harder and harder to hold back each time she took a seat on him.
"Master, I have found another planet facing extinction due to—"
"Shhh." Marshall tapped a finger on her smooth, dark lips. "I know, you always find something. Let me just admire the beauty for a moment."
Shalla-Bal smiled faintly. She did that often nowadays.
"Question. Are you nude right now? Or is there some sort of—"
Before he could finish speaking, something changed on her body. Before, there were just shapes, but now there was everything. Her firm, more than handful breasts jiggled, topped with light-grey pointy nipples. Her belly seemed more flesh-like now, and her belly button showed.
"Now I am."
Marshall's cock instantly exploded to an erection under her hips.
"What changed?" he asked, his one hand gliding over her drool-worthy, smooth, toned belly, going up. "You know, just because you're my herald, don't mean you gotta do all this. You can say no."
Shalla-Bal leaned her face closer, her one hand caressing his bearded jaw. "I stopped thinking that way long ago, Mast… Marshall. You own me through the bond, yet you never made me kneel. Watching worlds die used to break me. You closed those wounds by letting me spare them. I want this feeling again… the one I almost forgot how to feel."
Marshall was at a loss for words. "I ain't as kind and sweet as you think I am."
"I judge what I see. If pasts mattered, then I deserve to be condemned to die," Shalla-Bal replied and leaned in with her lips.
Marshall smoothed into that kiss. It was soft and sweet, her warm, plush lips sealed against his with a gentle suction, both heads tilting in perfect opposition until noses brushed and breaths mingled. No tongue yet, just the wet glide of lip on lip, growing hotter with every heartbeat.
Shalla-Bal's hands cradled his head like something precious. Silver fingers threaded deep into his hair, nails grazing scalp in lazy strokes that sent pleasant shivers racing down his spine.
Meanwhile, Marshall's hand drifted to her breast. He didn't claw or squeeze like he would with someone fierce. His palm settled over the firm, heavy swell and simply held.
Her tit filled his hand so perfectly, warm silver flesh yielding just enough to mold around his fingers like molten metal. The dark-gray nipple stood stiff and proud against his thumb. He circled it once, slow, feeling the tiny pebbled texture roll, then pressed down gently until she sighed into his mouth.
But what he bit, finally, was her tongue.
"Ummmh."
Shalla-Bal made a low, vibrating hum against his lips and shifted in his lap. One fluid motion turned her sideways seat into a full straddle. While she never broke the kiss, her eyes stayed open the entire time, locked on his.
Marshall's hands dropped to her asscheeks. Fuck, they were unreal, so plush and warm despite the metallic sheen, flesh yielding under his grip.
He kneaded once, then slid one palm down the cleft. Fingertips brushed the tight pucker first, and she clenched instinctively. He kept going, tracing lower until he found her folds. Not drenched yet, but slick enough that his fingers glided easily along the seam.
Shalla-Bal's spine arched tight. Then her tongue slithered deeper into his mouth like it had a mission.
Marshall could feel her tongue slowly curl in his mouth, sliding over the backs of his teeth. It felt like warm, polished ore. The texture was impossibly smooth yet firm, almost frictionless, gliding with a liquid weight that made every nerve in his mouth light up. He liked it way too much. The slow, searching glide made his cock throb against her core.
"Mmmh…" Marshall finally broke the kiss, pulling his head back just enough. His voice came out rougher than he meant. "You got pretty eyes."
That was a genuine compliment. Her silvery, watery eyes were like the ocean. Reflective and depthless, brimming with emotion.
"But I think I'd like to taste you now."
Without another word, he hooked both arms under her thighs and lifted her in one smooth motion. Her ass landed on the edge of the heavy table.
He gripped the undersides of her knees and spread her wide. He lifted at the same time, folding her legs up to her sides until her silvery cunt was fully exposed. The plump outer lips already parting, inner folds glistening darker silver, clit swollen and peeking from its hood like a tiny dark pearl.
She braced herself on her arms behind her, palms flat against the cool table surface, refusing to collapse entirely. Those liquid-mercury eyes watched him stare, unblinking, at the glistening prize between her thighs.
Marshall remained seated. Her dripping core hovered at perfect face level on the table, close enough that every shallow pant from her sent warm, sweet puffs of arousal straight against his lips.
"Fuck! Should've done this before." He stared at the tiny, twitching entrance, mesmerized by how it clenched under his gaze, begging without words.
His thumbs dug into the soft inner crease of her thighs, prying her wider until her legs formed a near-perfect split. Those puffy silver outer lips; plump, hairless, impossibly smooth, parted with a wet, sticky sound. The inner folds bloomed open, revealing a pink interior that glowed against her metallic sheen.
With a gulp, he rammed his face in.
He ate her like she was the rarest delicacy. Her juices coated his tongue immediately, but it tasted nothing like the metallic tang he'd stupidly braced for. He groaned into her cunt, feeling even more thrilled from her fresh taste.
Then, he utterly motorboated her cunt, his whole face rubbing shamelessly against her soaked pussy, nose pressed flat to her clit, cheeks smeared. Up and down, he dragged his tongue in long, greedy strokes, lapping every drop, sniffing deep between licks like he was trying to inhale her.
Slurp! Sprrlt! Sclop!
He rammed his face deeper, slobbering over her pussy. His fingers were denting her silvery flesh with his grip.
"Oh… I didn't know it felt… this… amazing," she breathed, trembling.
That purr from her, the feeling of her hand sliding into his hair, lit something feral in him. Marshall felt the encouragement like rocket fuel.
His tongue grew in a smooth, slithering surge. Thicker now, longer, curling deeper until the tip nudged the sensitive gates of her womb. He fucked her with it, pistoning in and out while the flat of his tongue dragged over her petals, lapping her like she was the ripest, sweetest fruit the galaxy.
"Mmmmmh… I… think…" She whimpered.
Marshall released one leg, let it drape over his shoulder, and brought his free hand to her clit. The little swollen pearl was dark silver now, flushed and throbbing. His rough thumb circled it once, twice, then pressed down with firm, relentless friction. He rubbed fast, rough, exactly the pressure that made her spine bow off the table.
Her pussy convulsed hard around his plunging tongue, walls rippling, clit pulsing under his digit. She was right there, teetering on the edge, breath ragged, thighs quaking…
And then, he stopped.
Shalla-Bal's eyes snapped wide, glassy with denied release, lips parted on a silent protest.
Marshall pulled his face back, tongue retracting as he stood in one fluid motion.
His clothes dissolved into nothing with a thought, mere energy constructs anyway. His bulging, hard, threateningly barbaric cock stood erect. It slapped heavily against her dripping cunt, the pale human flesh stark and sinful against her glossy silver skin. He could see his cock's distorted reflection in the smooth curve of her mound, warped and hungry.
"Ready?" he asked.
Shalla-Bal finally let herself fall flat on her back, silver hair fanning across the table like a crown. She gave one sharp, desperate nod.
Marshall hauled both her legs up together, both straight, and pressed them towards her own chest. Her soaked pussy angled upward. Her thighs squeezed together, the pressure made her pussy lips bulge even more, pink inner flesh peeking out between silver. He notched his cockhead against her entrance, felt her twitch and try to suck him in.
"Ah!"
The sharp gasp tore from Shalla-Bal's throat the instant his cockhead drove in. A raw, electric shock of fullness made her entire silvery body jolt. His rough, massive hands clamped down on her hips, fingers digging into the smooth, metallic flesh.
How long? Centuries? Eons? She couldn't remember the last time a touch had felt like this. She had forgotten she possessed a body capable of craving, of weeping nectar between her thighs.
"Ah! You are… immense!" she yelped, high and needy.
The sheer newness of it, the strange, delicious pressure of something alive and pulsing inside her. Not a weapon wounding her, but something strange… something pleasurable.
Her eyes fluttered shut. She focused. Felt everything. The swollen knob splitting her outer lips wide, then the slow, relentless pour of the first thick inch stretching her open. Her insides fluttered in panic and delight, clenching instinctively around the invasion.
Her insides revolted, screaming at her for this new experience. And this man, her Master, her Lord, Marshall, so mighty, he ripped her walls loose and claimed more of her.
The squeeze of her thighs pressed together made every ridge of his cock drag harder against her walls. She could feel the veins pulsing against her fluttering insides, the blunt head nudging deeper, pressing against places she hadn't known.
Inch by inch, she could feel his girth stretch her open. It felt so… loving and… warm.
"Mmmmmh! Yes!"
Her moans spilled out. Hands flew above her head on instinct, silver fingers splaying wide across the table as if reaching for something. She licked her own lips, tasting the ghost of his earlier kiss. If this was union, if this was what bodies were made for, then she was already addicted. Already ruined.
Plap!
"Gaaaah!"
Her eyes snapped open at the sudden slap of flesh. He'd slammed home in one brutal, claiming plunge.
She could feel his fat cockhead kiss her cervix, pressed flush against the mouth of her womb she didn't know existed. She felt stuffed beyond reason, the burn in her lower belly sharp and blissful, radiating outward until her toes curled and her breath stuttered.
She looked down between the trembling swells of her breasts. Nothing visible on the smooth plane of her abdomen, but she could feel him. Too big. Too thick. Too hot.
"Couldn't help… You're just too good," he groaned.
The words lit something greedy inside her. Shalla-Bal smiled and stretched her arms toward him, silver fingers beckoning, calling him down.
Marshall gulped at the sight. That sexy, pleading reach.
He grabbed her legs again, wrenching them apart in a sudden, wide split. Her flexibility made it effortless; thighs splaying flat to the table on either side, silvery cunt gaping around his buried cock, pink inner walls stretched thin and glistening. He shoved his own hands under her knees, pinning them to the table, locking her wide open and helpless under him.
"With pleasure."
He crashed his lips onto hers in a drooling lip-lock, spit sliding between them as he started to plow. Hips snapped back and forth in a punishing rhythm.
Plap! Plap! Squelch!
The wet, filthy sounds echoed louder.
Marshall closed his eyes and lost himself. The tight, molten grip of her pussy milked him on every pull, and sucked him back in like it was starving. Her heat, her juices, the way her walls fluttered and clenched. He could feel every tiny spasm, every ripple trying to keep him buried. His balls drew tight already, the pressure coiling viciously. He was close. Too close.
Shalla-Bal's moans spilled into his mouth, breaking against his lips.
"Ahh—Master. Yes…. deeper—! Right…. there! Don't stop—!"
Her voice climbed, desperate.
She couldn't close her legs, couldn't escape the stretch or the relentless pounding, but the denial only made it worse. Her pussy clamped down hard, twitching wildly around his plunging cock, soaked walls rippling in violent waves. Her entire body seized. Legs tried to snap straight, thighs trembling violently against his grip, heels kicking uselessly at the air as the orgasm ripped through her like.
A gush of hot, sweet slick flooded out around his shaft, soaking his balls, dripping down her ass to pool on the table.
"Ahhhhh!!" A broken, keening wail tore from her throat. Her silver fingers clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving faint scratches that faded instantly.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Marshall kept fucking her through it, harder, deeper, chasing his own edge while her convulsing cunt tried to milk him dry. He kissed her again, muffling her whimpers as his cock pounded harder.
But then, mid-kiss, he burst without warning.
His cock swelled inside her clenching cunt, then erupted in thick, scalding ropes that painted her deepest walls white. Each thrust fucked his own cream right back out of her, forcing creamy globs to squelch and bubble around his plunging shaft.
Schlick! Schlop! Schlick!
The obscene wet sounds filled the room as batter leaked between his pistoning cock and her stretched, flushed pussy lips.
Slowly, the frenzy came down. He buried himself balls-deep one final time and stayed there, breathing hard against her mouth.
"More?" he asked.
Shalla-Bal only answered with a soft, dazed smile. But that was enough.
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