Sexy Space Babes - Mechs, Maidens and Macaroons: Chapter Ten

Tenir watched, almost against her will as on screen Zane tore off the tattered remnants of his battle uniform shirt, revealing long rows of perfectly sculpted pecs. Lovingly rendered in two dimensions, the Nighkru’s bare torso practically glistened on screen. In ways not entirely dissimilar from the last time he’d suffered a wardrobe malfunction while fending off that Ice Cobra.

Three minutes ago.

Relative time. For her and Mark as viewers. Within the context of the story, it had likely been at least an hour since they’d been banished to this ice-dimension by the Sorceress’s dark magic.

“Lyssara, we’re out of options,” the hunky male lead growled, still audible over the blizzard outside of the cave the magical boy and ostensibly normal girl had taken shelter in. “We’ll freeze unless we find some way to heat our bodies up.”

Tenir cringed, her silver skin darkening with a flush that crept from her cheeks to her horns. She’d watched this scene a dozen times alone before now and never once thought anything of it.

The gratuitous fanservice had just been… part of the show. Barely noticed against the backdrop of the, admittedly scarce, plot.

Now though? With Mark sitting just a foot away, his warmth practically radiating across the couch, every suggestive line felt like a personal attack on her personal dignity. Some lurid reflection on her as a person that she enjoyed this.

…And she did. Sort of.

After all, what was a good reverse-harem anime without fanservice!? It’d be like a mecha-fight without ranged weapons.

Toothless.

Yet that argument felt shockingly useless now that she was faced with the possibility of using it in front of an actual guy. Skies, she’d have hesitated to make it in front of another woman, given how she generally tried to keep her ‘outward’ persona separate from her ‘private’ one.

She stole a glance at him, bracing for disgust or mockery. Instead, Mark was slouched comfortably, one arm draped over the back of the couch, a lopsided grin on his face as he watched the animation’s heroine stutter uselessly in the face of one of her harem’s brazen suggestions.

“You know, I can’t help but notice that the guy seems remarkably unblemished for someone who just had his clothes shredded not too long ago,” he murmured, his tone more amused than offended. “Like, not even one scratch?”

Tenir’s throat tightened, her voice coming out a pitch too high, even as she felt compelled to defend her favorite show. “M-magic.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed, raising an eyebrow in her direction.

She wanted to shrink in on herself, but she continued. “Well, the Star Guardians have the Wizard’s blessing. S’why they can fly and control the elements and all that stuff. It’s possible their skin’s just tougher than their clothes.”

At least, that was the argument people tended to make on the forums. Of course, everyone knew the real reason was that guys getting cut up every fight would be a bit of a turn-off.

For most people at least.

“Huh,” Mark nodded in acknowledgement. “I suppose that’s a pretty decent explanation. It’d definitely explain why they seem utterly unharmed after having their clothes blown off every fight.”

“I g-guess,” she laughed.

“Doesn’t he have fire magic?” Mark asked. “Can’t he just make a fireball to warm them up?”

Tenir shook her head, a little indignation rising to the fore despite her best efforts to quash it. “No, that’s Martel. Zane was imbued with the element of shadow.”

He laughed. “Is shadow an element?”

She winced. “Uh, no, I don’t think so. At least not in the real world.”

On screen, Lyssarra had of course, ‘reluctantly’ agreed to her suitor’s suggestions, the two quickly finding themselves clad in just their undergarments. A move that combined with the convenient positioning of some stalagmites – or maybe it was stalactites? – managed to keep things from elevating beyond a ‘teen’ rating.

With that said, she couldn’t help but be aware of the fact that said rating allowed the animation studio plenty of leeway in vividly displaying the outline of Zane’s rather prodigious bulge beneath said undergarments.

A sight that actually made Mark chuckle, shaking his head. “Ok, magic or not, I’m calling bullshit on that. They’re on an ice-planet and that thing looks big enough to club a baby seal.”

The Nighkru stared, uncomprehending, not least of all because she had no idea what a seal was, nor why one would use their genitals to club its young. “Y-yes?”

He turned to look at her, cocking his head. “And it’s cold.”

Yes, she imagined it would be, being an ice dimension.

Still seeing that she wasn’t getting it, he grinned. “And the cold tends to cause a certain amount of… shrinkage in male anatomy.”

It did!?

Her alarm must have showed, because he cocked his head some more. “I assumed Nighkru were the same? I mean, you’re similar enough in other ways.”

“I, uh, don’t actually know,” she said – though she definitely wanted to find out now. “Though, if that’s the case for human males, is the effect… permanent?”

Did she need to turn up the heating in the apartment? Sure, she wasn’t a size queen or anything, but…

Mark just laughed, shaking his head. “No, it’s not permanent. Though now you’ve got me wanting to google ‘Nighkru genitals’ and that’s not how I imagined this night going.”

She wished she could say the same – because if she struck out, that was likely how her evening was going to finish.

“I’d rather do an in-person inspection.”

…What?

Surely she’d misheard as the business manager practically choked on her own spit.

“I think that can wait though,” he continued casually as he turned back to the screen, as if he hadn’t just said something truly outrageous. “Things are getting good after all.”

“R-right!” Tenir practically squealed as she determinedly stared at the screen, trying to play things cool.

Was it finally going to happen? Was she finally going to lose her hated V-Card?

“This show’s actually quite enjoyable though,” he said with that same casualness that really shouldn’t have been possible after the bombshell he’d just dropped. “I mean, it’s definitely raunchy and campy as hell, but that’s part of the fun of shows like this, isn’t it?”

Tenir blinked at the foreign words, her confusion momentarily winning out of her anticipatory arousal. “Raunchy? Campy?”

He nodded. “Yeah, like… horny and dumb, but in a fun way.”

Well, that wasn’t exactly a great assessment of one of her favorite shows. But she couldn’t deny it held some truth. Still, he wasn’t mocking it at least.

She didn’t think?

“You… don’t think it’s weird?”

“Weird? Nah.” He shrugged, grabbing a handful of vraka crisps from the bowl between them. “It’s fun. Like, it knows exactly what it’s doing and just leans into it. We’ve got stuff on Earth that’s not dissimilar. Both animated and not.”

“Earth has animations too!?” Before she knew it, she’d leaned forward excitedly, all but shouting in his face. Almost immediately, she felt the urge to cringe back.

Gods, had she just shot her hopes of getting laid in the foot!? But rather than be annoyed, Mark once more just looked amused. And not in a malicious way either.

“Sure. Never got into it myself, but from what I know, it’s pretty similar to this,” he gestured at the screen – where the other members of the Star Guardians had opened a portal from Kru to rescue their comrades, finding them just moments before things could get too heavy between Zane and Lyssara.

Leading to much slapstick.

“Huh,” she murmured. “I’ll have to see about ordering some.”

Even with her libido in overdrive, human animation sounded interesting. Though she’d mostly been speaking to herself, which was why she was a little surprised when Mark responded.

“If you do, would you mind inviting me over again to watch them together? I might be from Earth, but it’ll likely be just as new to me as it is to you,” he said, still watching the show.

For just a moment though, Tenir could barely believe what she was hearing.

“S-sure!” she said. “I’d be delighted.”

 Ancestors excrement… was it the anime that was getting her laid!? If so, she was going to laugh in Saria’s and Nadia’s face tomorrow!

‘That nerd shit’ll scare off guys,’ her silver butt-cheeks!

Now she just needed to think of a way to seal the deal!

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The holo-screen’s flicker from Star Hunks: Galactic Heat cast dancing shadows across Tenir’s apartment wall, but Mark’s attention had long since deviated from the campy anime.

His attention was fixed on Tenir. Just as he knew hers was on him.

Though both were trying to hide that fact.

He liked to think he was doing a better job. Because it seemed whatever talents the Nighkru had while on the job, they apparently went out the window the moment her hormones got involved.

Perhaps she just felt more comfortable in a professional framework than a personal one? He’d met a few people like that in his time.

Still, nervous mess off the clock or not, she looked damn good. He liked the way the gold stud in her navel seemed to wink at him every time she shifted nervously.

Which happened a lot.

He’d long since decided that – barring some sudden reversal of interests – he was going to be screwing the nerdy Nighkru into next week tonight.

Mixing work with pleasure be damned, she was just too adorable for him not to.

His dick twitched in his pants at the thought, and he shifted slightly, keeping his grin easy.

There was no need to rush – not when she was clearly working herself up to something.

“S-so…” Tenir’s voice cracked after another few minutes. “You, um, meant that? About the… inspection?”

A stunning display of witticism, it was not. But all the more endearing for it.

He leaned back, stretching his arms, enjoying the way her gaze stuck to his chest as his shirt pulled tight.

“That depends. Are you offering?” He raised an eyebrow, tossing the ball back to her.

He idly wondered for a moment if this was what Sabine had felt like when they’d first met? If so, he definitely forgave her for some of her teasing.

“I-I mean,” she stammered, then sat up straighter, like she was psyching herself up. “If you’re… curious, I wouldn’t mind. Showing you…”

“Hmmm,” He shifted, deliberately not chuckling now as he turned to face her fully. “Well, if you’re offering…”

Mark watched as she didn’t hesitate to grab her crop top and yank it off, her tits bouncing free. Her bra came next. A slinky number that he barely got to see given how fast her hands moved.

A seductive unrobing it was not – yet he didn’t mind.

Instead, he simply enjoyed it for what it was. Mark’s dick throbbed at the way her silver skin gleamed in the dim light, her nipples dark and hard.

She wasn’t an athlete or a holo-star, but her svelte form had a casual athleticism that suggested regular gym visits. Not that he got long to admire it as her jeans followed, peeling away to reveal her soaked panties. Which she promptly slid down and kicked aside in a move that might have been downright humorous in a different context as it thudded against the back wall with a decidedly wet slap.

Again, a studied show of seduction, it was not – yet perhaps all the more erotic for its unabashed sincerity. It was clear that despite his words, the Nighkru didn’t really see her own body as a sexual object in and of itself.

Which was a shame. She was by no means an unattractive woman.

So, he made sure to let her know with his eyes He enjoyed the way her flush spread down her neck as his gaze roamed up and down her naked body in a leisurely fashion.

For her part, she looked a lot like a deer in the headlights as she  froze in place, having clearly not thought too far ahead of what she’d do once she’d… shown him the goods.

“Nice. Very nice.” Again, her flush deepened at his words, though once more she seemed unsure of how to respond. So he made the decision for her. “Still, seeing you like that has me thinking I might be a little overdressed. Care to help me rectify that?”

“Y-yes!”

Before he could blink even blink her hands had shot out, grabbing the hem of his shirt with a franticness that caught him off guard. Still, he didn’t resist as she tugged, Mark raising his arms to let her yank the shirt over his head.

The cool air hit his skin, his lean torso exposed. Decently well built in his own mind. He wasn’t a particularly avid gym-goer, but he took care of himself.

Still, one would think he was Adonis himself given the way Tenir’s breath hitched, her eyes wide as she tossed the shirt aside.

“Eager, aren’t you?” he said, voice husky, his hazel eyes locked on hers.

“Uh… yes?” she said, her fingers fumbling with his belt, grappling with the clasp like it was a puzzle. “I mean, who wouldn’t be?”

“Fair enough,” he laughed, settling his hands lightly on her hips. “Show me what you’ve got, Tenir.”

He kept his tone encouraging, curious to see where she’d take this.

Naturally, the button and zipper of his pants followed soon after his belt as she tugged the fabric down, Mark subtly lifting his hips to help.

Tenir’s eyes locked on the bulge as his grey boxers came into view, her mouth parting, and Mark felt a throb of anticipation.

She was staring like she’d never seen one before, and the thought sent a jolt through him.

Was she… a virgin? The idea was wild, but it fit - her nerves, her eagerness. Until now he’d just sort of assumed it’d been a while.

Still, he said nothing as she hooked her fingers into his boxers and pulled, freeing his dick completely. It sprang out, thick and flushed, the head slick with precum. Tenir stared again, her breath catching.

“Fuck…” she breathed.

“Go for it. I’m yours.” He said the words he’d have liked to hear during his own first time, leaning back, giving her free rein.

Her eyes lit up and it was barely a second before her fingers around his dick, stroking slowly, her touch tentative but warm.

Mark allowed himself to groan, his head tipping back. He might have had significantly more experience than Tenir, but wasn’t immune to the building excitement in the air. The sensation of her touch sent sparks through him.

Her hand was soft, her grip delicate, but that soon changed as she watched him - likely cataloging every reaction.

She was clearly trying her best – and he knew Sabine would scold him if he didn’t make this enjoyable for her.

So he nodded, gently as her eyes begged for her to be given permission to do more.

…Though it wasn’t like that was any great sacrifice on his part as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his member.

As the soft sensation of his lips on him, his hand settled lightly on his head, not pushing, just there, as she opened her mouth. Slowly taking his dick in, her tongue swirling around the tip.

“Good,” Mark muttered, “just like that.”

His words trailed off into an only slightly exaggerated groan as the warmth of her mouth enveloped him.

Her tongue was tentative at first, but soon grew curious – exploratory. She was inexperienced. Her rhythm was off, and her teeth grazed him more than once -  making him wince - but he guided her through.

“Easy,” he murmured, hand on her head. “You’re doing great. There’s no need to rush. I’m not going anywhere.”

She hummed in agreement, and they fell into a rhythm, his hands slowly moving her head up and down.  Once more, he allowed some pleasured sighs to escape him, and her eyes sparkled with pride as she looked up at him.

Damn, she was a quick learner.

Indeed, soon she didn’t need his direction to maintain her rhythm, sucking and licking of her own volition. So Mark sat back, hips bucking slightly as the pleasure built.

He was a little surprised when she let out a small moan of her own, glancing down to find her fingers were quite busy at work on herself. For a moment, he was tempted to flip her over and put his tongue to work – or instead use a foot.

He didn’t though. That seemed a little… well, advanced was a strong word.

For the moment, it seemed best to keep things simple. There’d be ample time for reciprocation later. Reciprocation he fully intended to give.

Before the night was through, he fully intended to make this a first time that the Nighkru would never forget.

To that end, he’d let her lead for the appetizer – before showing her the full might of the main course.

“You’re doing good,” he murmured. “Damn good.”

She pulled back, lips glistening, an almost plaintive plea in her voice. “I am? I mean, I know you winced a bit when my teeth-”

“Yeah, but you learned quick,” he interrupted, favoring her with a smile. “And if you keep that up, I’m not gonna last.”

He nearly jumped a little when Tenir merely got a determined look on her face and all-but clamped down on his dick again, her tongue going to work. Not least of all because while she’d gotten better at keeping her teeth out of the equation, she wasn’t quite perfect at it.

Still, he felt his hips twitching as she went to work. Clearly she intended to prove her bonafides by making her guy cum with her first attempt at oral.

And while he was more than capable of holding back, he saw little reason to deny her – even if he fully intended to give a little more tutoring on the subject at a later date.

Still, that was for later. For the moment, he allowed the pleasurable tension forming in his core to finally come undone as he came.

His dick pulsed, hot cum flooding the Nighkru’s mouth.

Which she tried to swallow.

Unsuccessfully.

Mid-orgasm, he found himself struggling not to laugh as her cheeks bulged and she visibly shuddered. Gamely, he saw her throat working, which while very pleasant to feel, soon came to an end as she practically jumped off his cock, sending saliva and cum dripping onto the floor.

“Ugh, it tastes awful!” she gagged “How the fuck do girls drink that!?”

Mark laughed as she froze, wincing as she looked at him with a hangdog expression.

“Not what you expected?” he teased, grinning as he reached over for a tissue from the nearby table.

Accepting it tentatively, the Nighkru shook her head as she wiped her mouth, flustered.

“…No.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine human cum plays particularly well with the Nighkru palate.”

While they didn’t mind bitter flavors, they tended not to be too much of a fan of saltiness. Which he was given to believe was the… human flavor.

Obviously, he’d never had reason to test that himself. And lord willing, never would. Which was why he certainly wasn’t about to complain that it clearly wasn’t to Tenir’s tastes.

“Well, how about the next time I pop off, I do it somewhere that doesn’t have taste buds?” he said.

The Nighkru paused, glancing over at him – before her eyes widened as she saw his member hadn’t really gone soft yet.

“Wait, you really can go again?” she murmured. “I thought… maybe the internet had lied about that too…”

He laughed again. “Nope, that one’s true. Though you’re more than welcome to test it for yourself.”

And she was, not least of all because he realized that she’d clearly been willing to ‘go without’ for the evening in order to make it enjoyable for him. Which was a pretty giving thing for anyone to do – let alone a virgin during her first experience.

So he was happy to reward her ‘chivalry’.

“R-right!” He could almost see stars in her eyes as she walked over to  - somewhat awkwardly - straddle his lap, her knees sinking into the couch as her pussy brushed his thighs.

He could feel the heat radiating off it.

Clearly she was very worked up or Nighkru just had a much higher internal temperature.

Either way, he wasn’t complaining as his hands settled on her hips, gently steadying her, as she shivered slightly, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“You good?” he asked, searching her eyes for hesitation.

Her breath hitched, something almost like indignation flaring in them, before she finally gave him a firm nod.

“Of course,” she grunted.

Still, despite her bravado, she sank down slowly. Still, Mark groaned at the tight, wet heat as it enveloped the head of his member. She groaned too, her nails digging into his shoulders as their alien genitals meshed together.

There didn’t seem to be any pain on her face. Only pleasure. And he could only conclude that while this was her ‘first time’, she had access to toys that meant she was no stranger to penetration.

Which was more than fine by him as she kept going, taking him inch by inch. Eventually as her mons touched the base of his cock, she stopped, her pussy clenching around him.

She paused, breathing hard - while Mark fought the urge to thrust, letting her adjust.

He was tempted to ask if she was ok, but decided against it given her earlier reaction. Instead, he simply smiled.

“God, you feel incredible.”

And he wasn’t lying. Her insides were scalding hot, wet and tight.

She laughed breathlessly, her eyes sparkling with some of the energy he’d seen in that first meeting with her. “Your dick isn’t bad either…”

Almost proudly, she rocked her hips, grinning and hissing slightly as Mark groaned in response - the friction sending sparks through both of them.

That was how things went for a while. Her making slow incremental movements. As if feeling things out. Her incredibly soft cunt like a glove around him. All the while, every instinct he had begged him to move, to thrust up into her, but he held them at bay with long practice.

Perhaps if Tenir were faltering, he might have taken the lead to ease her into things, but he found there was no need.

She took to it like a fish to water as she slowly began to pick up her pace, the nerdy alien girl riding him slowly as her pussy slid up and down his dick, each movement drawing moans from both of them.

He did allow his hands to move though, roamed her svelte body, finding her tits, teasing her nipples – enjoying the sounds she made as he played with the tight little bundles of nerves.

It only drove her faster – what little self-control she had soon faltered in the face of desire. It wasn’t long before she was bouncing and gasping without rhyme or reason, simply seeking out her pleasure with no real regard for him.

It was cute.

Still, it was time for him to put his own experience to work, as he finally allowed his hips to buck up, meeting her thrust, with a resounding slap that got a small shriek from her.

He didn’t stop there though, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her while the couch creaked under them.

“That’s right” he grunted, voice thick as he sought to corral her. “That’s a good girl.”

She made a sound that might have been an agreement – or something else entirely – eyes half lidded as she was slowly forced into a pace he set.

She leaned forward a plaintive look on her face, and Mark grinned as he pressed his lips against hers. She kissed back, messy and hungry, her hands gripping his shoulders, her pussy slamming down on his dick.

That seemed to be what set it off, as Mark felt her trembling, her moans into his mouth growing even more frantic.

She was close - he could feel it in the way her pussy tightened, the way her nails dug into his skin.

Fortunately, he was too.

“Mark,” she gasped, pulling back voice breaking. “I’m… I’m gonna come.”

“Me too,” he grunted, smiling at the way he felt her tighten at his words.

So he pushed up, harder than ever before – all-but forcing Tenir’s orgasm to hit at his command.

And it did - her pussy clenching tight around him as she screamed, her body shaking. Naturally, Mark followed, groaning as his dick pulsed, spilling hot cum deep into her alien insides.

He felt her shudder even through her orgasm as the sensation of his seed spilling into her torso took root. She shuddered once. Twice. Then dropped, collapsing against him, chest heaving, as Mark gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

He was careful to angle his head so as not to take a horn to eye as he did so, simply holding the exhausted alien in place.

They stayed tangled, the afterglow wrapping them in a warm haze. Mark felt both their heartbeat as their chests pressed together, his dick softening inside her.

“You did good,” he said quietly.

“I did?” she murmured sleepily.

“Very good,” he affirmed. “That was one hell of a ride.”

He enjoyed the way the nerdy Nighkru smiled – though that soft smile soon turned into an eep of surprise as he shifted them around until she was underneath him.

“Wha-” she gasped, before freezing as she felt something hard pressing against her quietly oozing cunt.

“Still, I think there’s still a few things I might be able to teach you yet,” he said. “I hope that’s not an issue?”

“Uh, n-no?”

For some reason, that sounded a lot like a question.

Fortunately, the next sound the Nighkru made was significantly more definitive – if a bit more lacking in explicit use of vocabulary.

Which was good.

After all, she’d invited him over for the ‘human experience’ and he’d hate to think she might walk out of her apartment tomorrow feeling shortchanged.

…Assuming she was still capable of walking.