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Samus Aran could not really say she cared about the planet she arrived at whatsoever. Fant's Rest, it was called. The Federation database logged it as an outward colony planet, a place that had been settled some time past by people looking for refuge – and subsequently built up into the standard sort of port where pirates and smugglers and bounty hunters convened while a seedy underbelly flourished.
Samus wasn't a pirate and she wasn't a smuggler. She was, however, a bounty hunter, and so she figured she would fit in just well and punched the coordinates into her gunship. The politics and nature of the place did not matter to her one bit, and so long as it was a free port with a serviceable drydock, that was all that mattered. With a few hummed words of assent, she transmitted authorization codes to the ships that guided her in, and without much hesitation, she sent her gunship plunging down into the clouds below along the approved entry ramp.
She'd been at her work for some time now. Her ship was running low on supplies, it needed a top-up on munitions, and it could do with a quick service repair across some of the particular hull-plates. Even if her auto-repair systems were quite advanced and the Federation would do a much better job for much less money, Samus was quite fond of the adage 'any port in the storm.' She'd much rather get fixed up at the closest port and get right back to her bounty-hunting tasks rather than get side-tracked by another Federation mission to whatever-planet needed the judicious application of her power beam.
The port was just as seedy as she imagined it to be. The docks were cleaned, but oiled and almost greasy. The arm-camps that attached to her ship were at least twenty years out of date, and the secured ramps were rickety at best. Still, it had plenty of ships cradled across the length of the towering, dam-like edifice, a monolith of stone and metal that would serve well in the case of an attack, and she could see a serious effort of armed guards along the pathways – they took security seriously.
Samus was not worried about safety, though. She would quite happily leave her ship in the hands of the port authorities and leave it at that. No one could steal her gunship through conventional means, what with the Chozo-based authorization systems; neither would any attempt to lock it down and carry it elsewhere work, given the sophisticated AI which could, without her presence, operate the ship fully and rain absolute hell down on the would-be thieves.
They had let a weapon of mass destruction into their midst, and most didn't know it. They just saw her name pop up on the feeds and snapped their heads up with the realization that it was her, The Hunter, and let her dock without incident. There might have only been a handful of people in a port of a thousand that recognized her or her ship, but that was just enough to ensure that even there, in a place where crime was likely rife and Federation laws were thin, she could move unaccosted.
“Full service,” Samus had said the moment she stepped off her ship's hull, down a missile wing, and onto the gantry of the dock. “Don't skimp on anything. I'll know.”
The deck-hands that rushed up to her just started to nod, while the dock's purveyor, a man holding a tablet and wearing a rather comical-looking helmet, just blinked at her abrupt and brusque attitude. His eyes scanned over her body for a quick moment, taking in the curves, then back up again as quickly as he could. “There's a fee for service, ma'am. There is also a fee to dock -”
Samus flicked her fingers and authorized a credit transfer with the same ease as breathing. “That's enough.”
It was not a question, but a statement: she had just paid the port fee, the extortion fee, the service fee, whatever they wanted to call it, and that was it. What she gave was all they were going to get, and the tone of her voice was firm, iron-clad. It offered no room for haggling or negotiation, and the dock administrator seemed all too aware of that. He jerked back, his head wavering, his tough-guy demeanour insisting on a fight he would not win – but Samus kept on walking, leaving him behind, and left him to do whatever he felt like.
That was how Samus Aran did business. Only a few words, only a couple of verbal exchanges, and then she was off. She was free with her credits and shameless in her habits, and when people had problems with them, she left them aside like Space Pirate corpses. Quite simply, she didn't care. She never had. She never really understood other humans all that well, and without a want to make emotional connections with the majority of the populations she protected so indirectly, she left it at that.
As Samus walked along the gantry of the drydock and across the port, she earned herself stares. A lot of stares, in fact. Eyes followed her everywhere she moved, and she knew it wasn't out of innocence. Some, of course, would be sizing her up, looking at her like a potential mark. The vast, vast majority, instead, were just shamelessly staring, taking in her looks without a single hint of shame.
In a way, she had brought that upon herself. She had chosen not to wear her power suit out onto the dock, and even if she could summon it at a moment's notice, she presented herself as an unarmed woman – and worse, an unarmed woman in a skin-tight suit of clinging, shiny blue latex, so tight around the body that it hugged all of her curves and accentuated each and every one of them. In her Zero Suit, she cut a tall, striking figure, all curves and hips and athletic tightness, and everyone stared as a result.
Her heavy chest was stared at without shame, the weight of her bouncing ass admired with a few whispers and jostles, and the curvature of her waistline almost whistled over – she knew, for she could hear such things with her Chozo-based senses. She, of course, didn't care one single bit, and she never had. It washed over her like a cool breeze, totally brushed aside without a single care in the world. People often admired her body in her Zero Suit; she was damned hot, and she knew it. It was a simple fact of life: she was a tall, leggy blonde, her eyes a bright blue and her face angular and beautiful, and that warranted stares.
And, when she got close enough to people that they realized she towered a good head over them, and when they noticed that she was packing, things went from appreciative and leering to respectful and cautious.
Samus made her way through the port and out into the portside town with cool, measured steps. The town was large, bordering a small city, which did not include the city that lay beyond. It was a ramshackle arrangement of metal scaffolding, prefabricated structures, and more recent construction works that lacked any sort of grace. It wasn't a bad place, she could see that in the people walking around town so jovially, but there was no denying it was seedy as hell.
Samus looked around. She had a list of supplies she wanted to purchase to top off her stores and a bunch of equipment she was sure she could make use of in the future, but when she considered her next moves, she realized she was in no serious hurry. It had been at least three months since she’d had her feet on non-hostile solid ground, and now that she was in a state of relative safety and without anything serious pressing down upon her - the fate of the galaxy, a star system, an empire - she had some free time on her hands.
She decided to spend it just like any self-respecting bounty hunter worth their salt would: hitting up the local bar.
She did that often enough, in all honesty. She was no drunk and her Chozo biology made it very hard to even get drunk, but she enjoyed a good drink now and then. But, her sudden desire to hit up a bar had nothing to do with her desire for a drink but, instead, a sudden awareness of her libido - and that was something far and away more important than a couple of shitty colony beers.
Samus was horny. She hadn’t gotten laid in months, and now that she was planetside with a bunch of women of all types and species walking around, she was all too aware of that unconscious arousal. She had the same biological impulses as anyone despite her genetic makeup, and now that she was on solid ground, feet planted, her body outside of her armour for the first time in a while, she felt those urges tingle along her spine and make her fingers twitch.
For the amount of money Samus was worth, she could afford any of the many prostitutes she saw loitering about as well as the best hotel room the port had to offer - if she were so inclined, that was. She was not, however, inclined to do that. Samus knew she didn’t have to pay for sex. She did not get laid often because of her job, and she might have been the furthest thing from a charming pick-up artist, but her lack of social grace had nothing on the fact that she was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde.
She was not so socially awkward as to not recognize that, and she knew she would have no end of pickings for the night if so inclined. So, without much preamble, Samus moved like a shark through water and prowled about for the first, and least seedy, bar she could find.
Thankfully, it did not take long at all. She had to ignore the constant stares and the people approaching her like market hagglers to sell their wares, but eventually she made it to a bar that seemed fairly reputable and buzzing with good activity - a little hive of fun, excitement, and fringe-space indulgence. To her, that was one of the good parts about being outside of Federation mandate: the places were much shameless and far more lively.
Once she was inside, all eyes were on her. She did not find anything strange about that, either. She towered over the best of them with her over six-feet of height, and the size and curvature of her body was more than distracting for anyone that wanted to ogle a gorgeous, stacked lady in a skin-tight suit of a latex-like material. The rich blue colour only made it more eye-catching, and Samus could no longer count the amount of eyes she had on her in that moment.
Of course, her eyes did the same in turn- though a bit briefer and much more sly. She did not need her scan visor to properly identify them. She knew most of the races by heart, having committed them and their specifications to memory a long while ago. It was easy for her to connect dark green to the Orcanoid race, or the smooth cerulean to Drowingers. Elvians were there in substantial quantity, and Sylphoids in more modest numbers. Humans, of course, made up the majority of the bar crowd, but there were no end of fanciful and vaguely humanoid species packing the tables and booths and dance floors.
In a way, it was like a buffet - an all-you-can-eat line-up of different races, all with different skin colours and facial structures and appendages and body types. Samus had sampled most of them at least once in her life, too. She had no favourites and no real tastes, and she appreciated them all equally. That didn’t stop her from marking out the ones that looked particularly attractive, however, and with her face a little less stoic than usual, she admired the women and made her way to the bar.
The bartender was a big creature with two sets of arms and a waspish waist - an insectoid-like race, but with ostensibly human characteristics. Samus didn’t judge, and rather just sat herself up on a stool and planted her latex-covered legs down on a bottom rung to secure herself. Modesty and politeness did not come naturally to her, and her isolationist, bounty-hunting nature came through as she leaned over the bar top.
“Whatever your local special is,” Samus said dismissively, not waiting for him to speak or greet her. She slapped a few credits down on the bar in the same breath, uncaringly pressing forward. “Use this for a tab.”
The bartender shrugged. “Gotcha.”
Samus looked around, blue eyes as keen as her scan visor. There were a lot of attractive women around, and the species barrier did not dissuade her in the slightest. She didn’t care if she was looking at a gorgeous girl with bubblegum-pink skin and antenna on the dance floor; she only cared about how good she looked grinding against a guy and how her tits bounced around with each enthusiastic movement. The looks of appreciation the table of dark-skinned, raven-haired, and crow-winged Morgonians gave her was more than enough for her to look past the vaguely bird-like resemblance, and the attention she earned from the brutish and rough sex oriented Orcanoids pleased her to no end.
If nothing else, it got Samus harder, and it took a supreme effort of will to not let herself not get too excited.
“Here y’are,” the bartender drawled, and Samus’s eyes flicked around to see him plop a bottle of dark, unidentifiable liquid down in front of her. “It’s strong.”
Samus nodded crisply and took the bottle. Without a single care, and right before his eyes, she tossed her head back and swallowed down a gulp without any sort of refinement whatsoever, to his - and many others’ - visible surprise. Strong alcohol, drugged alcohol, nothing really daunted her; her biology was just too tough for that. She simply took it in stride, and from the way people stared, she knew she was in for a good time.
Her lips curled a fraction of an inch.
Her supply run could wait.
Samus spent a good fifteen minutes or so just scoping out the bar. She made it through a pair of their ‘strong local beer’ before she even felt the vague hint of a buzz, and she was well on her third without any substantial effect taking hold of her. That was fine; she showed that she could knock it back with the best of them, and the looks of admiration and the stares of attraction only became thicker.
No one really approached, though, beyond a handful of vaguely suggestive exchanges. She understood that well enough. She was tall, muscled, and almost amazonian in stature, with her height and her curves dispersing all that athleticism across her frame; certainly, not something that inspired confidence for the average person. Something to be stared at and salivated over for sure, but for the local bar-goers, they saw an unapproachable, unflappable beauty with an expression of ice.
But it was only a matter of time - either Samus would narrow down to one person and make a move, or someone else would. And, when a group of particularly tasty-looking Tieflesians kept casting looks her way, directing a bubbly girl toward her with silent little cheers and appreciative, spurring words, she just smiled subtly and waited.
Samus was very much aware when one of them was practically pushed forward by her friends and urged to approach her. She didn’t stare, of course, and she left it entirely subtle, but she very deliberately tracked the progress of the girl. She drank from her beer and swung her head of blonde hair backward, letting her ponytail fall toward the small of her back, then twisted around in an athletic sweep - and waited.
“Whoa,” the girl said the moment she bounced into arm’s reach, announcing herself like a bubbly, perky little party girl. “N-Never seen a human knock ‘em back like that before!”
It wasn’t a good opening line at all, and Samus knew that. It was a bit insulting and a tiny bit degrading by the manner of speaking, but the blonde didn’t think much of that - it was just amusing to her. She chuckled into her drink, took a swig, and brought it right back down, eying up the girl that had so boldly and yet so visibly timidly tried to approach her.
She could practically see the girl quivering with nerves. She wasn’t anywhere near as confident as her friends wanted her to be, and despite the bold smile on her face or the bouncy, preppy sort of demeanour, it wasn’t matched up in the tone of her voice - she lacked confidence. Samus was okay with that, though. She didn’t need some smooth-talking playboy-type to try and pick her up: she just needed a hot girl that showed some backbone.
The girl in front of her was, at least, hot. Like all Tieflesians, she had silky red skin somewhere in the range of crimson and strawberry, eyes that bordered between gold and yellow, and dark hair as black as the backdrop of space. Curling little horns swept out of the luxurious mass of feathery hair and swept around, and their pointed lengths matched the white of her sharp teeth. Her cute little Tiefling tail flicked around behind her, thin as a whip and dexterous like a limb, showing her nervous energy.
She was curvy, too. She had a rack on her that Samus very much approved of, and that short, navel-bearing crop-top really made the size of her chest just pop. A silky track of crimson cleavage was in the perfect spot for the much taller Samus to enjoy, and when her blue eyes raked down to admire the width of her waist, so narrow she could wrap her hands around it, and the sheer size of her hips tucked away inside of those little slutty short-shorts, she could only smirk in admiration.
On top of all that, the Tiefling was short - maybe five-four at best, a perfectly average height for a Tieflesian, but something that utterly paled in comparison to Samus’s six-foot-three. The height disparity only better highlighted the Tiefling’s curves, throwing her into stark relief as a little shortstack that the bounty hunter could manhandle with her superior strength. It was all the things she liked in an average partner and then some, and she wasn’t at all ashamed to be sizing her up like just another bounty.
She, after all, was there to get laid; the girl was hot, she was hot, it all worked out as far as her socially-ungraceful mind was concerned.
She didn’t just say that, though. She had more sense than that. Instead, she hummed, her eyes flicking away, and offered the bare hints of a smirk. “Really? Well, I guess I’m not exactly human, then.”
“I - you’re n-not?” The girl stammered, clearly misunderstanding her lilting words. “S-sorry! You just look human, so I thought -”
“Oh, I am,” Samus assured with a chuckle and a wink - perfectly calculated to make the Tieflesian’s cheeks blush. “I’m just… built different.”
The Tieflesian paused for a second before letting out a nervous laugh of agreement, only picking up belatedly on Samus’s joke. She was, clearly, a veritable bundle of nerves, having been psyched up into talking with the tall blonde babe at the bar and now finding that confidence evaporating fast as a space pirate in range of her plasma beam.
“Y-yeah, I can see that!” The girl agreed rather enthusiastically, and she pushed herself against the bartop to look a bit more friendly. Samus, honestly, was only concerned with how her tits looked in that top, and she was focused on the subtle jiggles of that gorgeous red cleavage. “I mean, I never see humans as, uh, totally gorgeous as you!”
Samus chuckled again at the come-on. “Are you saying that humans can’t be gorgeous?”
Though she said the words with a teasing lilt, the Tiefling flushed and backpedaled like the nervous mess she was. “O-oh, geez, no, humans are really, uh, really hot! I just - you’re much prettier, is what I meant!”
Another laugh left Samus’s throat. It was not outright funny, but rather just gently amusing to see someone in such a flustered state come on to her. It was nice, in a way. Earnest, puppy-dog, bubbly, and very attractive - a perfect combination for a bounty hunter that was in the mood to take charge and satisfy months of pent-up lust.
“Thanks,” Samus replied in a dry drawl, her bottle of foreign alcohol held limply between her fingers. She leaned against the counter similar to the Tieflesian, and the motion saw her breasts bunch up underneath the blue of her bodysuit. “You’re hot, too.”
“I -” the girl blinked, then shuffled and laughed with nervous energy. “Oh, thanks! I, uh, wanted to look cute - you know, for, uh, anyone.”
Samus smirked. “Anyone in particular?”
The Tiefling swallowed hard. “Well - depends! Maybe for, uh, a hot human…?”
She tried to wink. Samus merely laughed and rolled her shoulders, sending her chest bouncing and the silky blue of her latex almost rippling across the leanness of her frame. The Tieflesian’s yellow eyes quickly flicked around, very clearly checking her out from tits to waist - and Samus didn’t wait to take advantage of that. “You know, my eyes are up here.”
“R-right!” The Tieflesian, instead of following up with the flirting, shyly tried to save face. “Totally! You’re just, uhm, really - really distracting -”
“Oh?” Samus needled her just a little bit more. “Distracting, huh?”
Another flush and a wild, flustered look in her eyes. “T-that’s, uh -”
Samus, shaking her head, decided to put the girl out of her flustered misery. “Hey, look. There’s no need to be nervous.”
The Tieflesian girl blinked at her. “Uh -”
Samus chuckled. “I’m just teasing you. I know it takes a lot of courage to come up to a random woman and try flirting with her.”
The red-skinned girl blinked again with uncertainty at the sudden change in topic and demanour. “...Well, to be fair, you’re definitely not like any other woman I’ve ever met.”
Samus grinned. She was stoic and straight-laced at the best of times, but she knew how to show her appreciation when it mattered. “You’re not so bad at pick-up lines when you’re not shaking with nerves.”
“Can you blame me?” The Tieflesian shook her head. “You’re out of everyone’s league.”
“Maybe,” Samus allowed, because honestly, she knew that was often the case, “but don’t be so nervous. I’m beautiful, you’re beautiful, so we’ve got that in common.”
Unexpectedly, the girl laughed - a bubby sound that made her breasts bounce just how Samus liked it. “Whoa, you’re really forward, huh?”
“I don’t like wasting time,” the blonde replied, straight, even, and smooth. “When I want something, I go for it.” To make her point clear, she deliberately raked her eyes up and down the shortstack’s curvy frame, languorously trailing over steep red curves. “And right now, I think I want you.”
The girl almost choked up. Rubbing the back of her hair and trying to play it off as totally cool, she licked her lips and looked off to the side. “R-really, huh? C-cause, well, I was thinking the exact same thing…”
“I’d hope so.” Samus leaned in and fluttered fingers along her forearm, taking the initiative to get what she wanted. “I’m Samus. You?”
“I - geez, I wanted to ask your name.” The Tieflesian licked her lips and started at Samus with a renewed, starry-eyed expression - clearly now even more in awe of the woman that had so randomly walked into the bar. “It’s Vallith. My name is Vallith.”
“Vallith,” Samus repeated. She leaned in closer, but she did not lean down; the height disparity, even while she sat, was more than clear. “A pretty name for a pretty Tieflesian.”
“Do you always use species names?”
“Habitually, I’m afraid.”
Vallith laughed. “You’re funny.”
“Pleased to hear it. Not many people think so.”
Vallith’s breasts bunched up around her forearms as she leaned into the counter. “Oh? What do people usually think?”
“That I’m beautiful,” Samus said bluntly. “Dangerous.”
Vallith snorted. “You’re dangerous?”
“Incredibly so. I’d tell you to ask the Space Pirates, but they’re one planet short of a homeworld right now.”
Another laugh. “You’re -”
“And they say I’m good in bed,” the blonde drawled. “Not necessarily in that order.”
Vallith bit her lip enthusiastically. “I’m seriously out of my league.”
“You’re the only one here right now,” Samus replied with brimming confidence, “and you’re very hot.”
The Tieflesian chewed on her lower lip and bounced on her heels as if brimming with excitement. “You know, I really wanna buy you a drink, Samus.”
The blonde bounty hunter dipped her head and playfully pushed her half-drunk bottle off to the side. “By all mea-”
“-But,” Vallith continued without hesitation, “I’ve got way better drinks back at my place.”
Samus did not even need to think about her words. “Is it close?”
“Conveniently close,” Vallith said just as quickly, almost pleading with her; her words leaving her plump lips in a rush.
The tall bounty hunter waited for just a second before flashing an eager, if small, smile. “Lead the way.”
It was a fairly average apartment block in a fairly average living district Samus had seen on a hundred planets before - none of that surprised her. Neither did she actually care, either. All that actually mattered to her was the curvy red-skinned shortstack she held in her arms and propelled into the bedroom with haste, uncaringly moving toward her goal. Hands pressed down on her bare waistline, easily cupping her all the way around and squeezing down with excitement.
Her mouth connected with Vallith’s in a deep, whole-hearted kiss, a hungry touch that perfectly conveyed just how long she had gone without the touch of another person - and how excited she was to feel it again. Her mouth closed down and locked the woman in a deep, lustful press, her lips squishing down against those plump cock-suckers and her tongue reaching deep inside to twist and tangle against the flexible length of another pink muscle.
Hunger bubbled within her body as she pushed the girl backward into her own bedroom, with any pretense of getting a drink or talking or flirting totally brushed aside. They were there to fuck and hook up, not to make nice - and Samus was all too eager to do exactly that. She cupped her waist and squeezed that silky red skin, adoring the texture of a Tieflesian’s body, and pulling her in firmly against her. Lips hungrily met, the pace totally dictated by the tall blonde, nothing offered to her fuckbuddy.
She took total control now that she had all the cards, and she quite happily pushed the girl along while making out wholly and totally with her mouth. Their tongues met in wet, sticky arcs, the muscles sliding together as she slurped away at her, but everything was dictated by Samus. Vallith could only breathlessly keep up with her, and as the blonde’s tongue shoved itself in so deep she practically licked her tonsils, the Tieflesian could only mewl.
Samus had to lean down just to make mouth-to-mouth contact with Vallith, despite the girl’s spine curving inward and her head tilted fully upward to match her - Samus simply had a good head of height on her, and that difference spoke volumes. She was more than fine with it, though, and hugged the girl against her while hungrily making out with her mouth. She almost slurped on it, such was the sheer ferocity behind it. The red-skinned girl took it all with happy little mewls and husky little breaths, totally content to be the blonde’s plaything.
Samus’s hands slid down her waistline as she bent over her, getting their mouths closer together while feeling up her curves. Her waist was broad and sexy, the perfect kind of thing to hold onto and just let loose, and that eagerness for escalation filled her up quickly. With a deep, husky breath she travelled over those smooth curves and down to the Tieflesian’s ass, pushing past her flicking tail to grab hold of the two doughy masses that were so ill-contained inside her booty-shorts.
As Samus’s tongue invaded her mouth and almost conquered it, her hands dipped down and dug into the doughy swells of her ass with relish. She squeezed her right through her pants, digging into the smooth fabric and the softness beyond, and elicited an eager yelp from the dark-haired beauty. The bounty hunter shamelessly fondled her ass, taking advantage of her power and size to grip and knead and squeeze down, filling her hands with black cloth and the hints of smooth, squishy flesh.
Though mewling and moaning, the Tieflesian was not idle. Her hands moved along Samus’s body in turn, sweeping up along her waistline and down across her hips, moving almost searchingly. She explored her curves, pressing against her chest and squeezing down with just the right amount of initiative that the bounty hunter herself groaned - but it was probative, not entirely committed. When fingers began to tug and pull at the blue of her suit, she well understood why.
The Tieflesian broke the kiss first, leaving saliva to bridge the gap between their lips. She panted, her face flushed beyond that natural redness, and for a moment, Samus could just admire her: a vision of curvy red skin that hit in perfect contrast to the smooth, rich blue of her Zero suit, and of fat breasts that squished perfectly against her underboob once she yanked her in close enough.
“How do I take this off?” Vallith whined, her hands desperately fumbling at her clothing. She failed to find a single seam on the Zero Suit, not a zipper nor a crease, and Samus couldn’t help but laugh at the pitiful, yet somehow sexy, sight.
“Allow me,” she husked, her blue eyes bright and eager.
The sigil on her left hand glowed a purple-pink colour as she sent her hand sliding down along her chest, revealing a seam that had not been there mere moments ago. As surreal Chozo technology took effect, Samus quickly, effortlessly swiped her fingers down, drawing a thin line across her body, showing the first hints of perfect cream-coloured skin. When fingers hooked into the parted ends of the Zero Suit it simply peeled off of her, almost shedded like a second skin.
It took seconds, and through that time, Vallith was in wide-eyed awe. In but a moment, she was face-to-face with a busty, shapely woman that had a good head of height on her, with yellow eyes almost directly level with the sloping lines of two perfect, sizable breasts. The D-cup mounds were of the right size and shape for a model, and complimented near-perfectly by a flat, muscle-defined stomach and the svelte, sweeping lines of an athletic waist. Her hips filled out into neat round swells, then down into sinfully long, smoothly perfect legs.
The girl was clearly in awe, unsure of what to do, what to say, or where to look. Samus looked perfect, as if genetically sculpted to look best in every possible way. All of that femininity was perfectly worked through with the chiseled lines of her athleticism, the lines that ran along obliques and faintly etched across her stomach in calm, feminine abs. Her arms were tight with muscle, bulging with power, an indication of her sheer power.
Vallith’s eyes, though, didn’t linger on her perfect body for long, and they instinctively gravitated down to the bulge that had been so clearly indicated by the Zero Suit yet had been so obviously downplayed that it took her by storm. The fact that Samus had a dick was always clear, but the size of it was never something that people expected. After all, she was a woman in a skin-tight suit that left nothing to the imagination, so her size should have followed suit with that.
Instead, the Tieflesian was greeted by a semi-hard cock that swung at least seven inches down and was still very much growing - filling out into a wrist-thick slab of a dick that was far and away larger than anything she would have ever seen, beyond the largest races in the galaxy. Vallith stared, eyes wide, mouth flapping, shock so clear on her face it was wholly amusing, and Samus indulged.
“Like what you see?” She husked, using her height advantage to almost nuzzle down into the girl’s hair - and the Tieflesian positively shuddered.
“You’re… huge,” she breathed in awe, and Samus smirked with pride.
“I know,” she replied, voice dripping with confidence. “Now… let’s get you out of these clothes and see what I’m working with.”
It wasn’t a question, and she was not asking for permission. She took charge while the black-haired alien was still in awe and pulled at her clothing with firm, nimble fingers, stripping her with the utmost ease. She peeled her shirt straight off without hesitation, drawing it up and across perfect red skin so that her eyes could greedily indulge, then whipped her shirt up and over her shoulders to show a bountiful set of tits contained in a tight-fitting bra of black mesh.
It was all perfectly, reliably slutty, and the blonde let out a husky hum of appreciation. With deft, nimble fingers, she plucked at the straps of the front-clasped lingerie and snapped it aside, knowing well how to strip down essentially every article of clothing in the galaxy at that point - she did, after all, have a long line of conquests behind her. She was quite happy to pull and fling it aside, and when those two red mounds of breastflesh just bounced free, Samus felt herself get even harder.
“Beautiful,” she husked, and dove down. She did so without a care in the world, not talking to Vallith at all, and while her hands swept down to start feeling up her waist and flicking fingers along her waistband to loosen her slutty shorts, her mouth instantaneously clamped down around a nipple and surrounded it in warmth.
“Oh!” Vallith gasped pleasantly. “Holy shit!”
Samus suckled on her tit without a care in the world, her lips drawing the smooth, rubbery nub inside with a husky breath and pressing down upon it with just the right amount of force. With a sense of self-confidence she applied eye-watering pressure to the sensitive nipple, drawing a groan from Vallith’s fine lips. Her head rolled back and her breath came out in a pant just the very next moment, showing the depth of her pleasure.
The bounty hunter, however, was simply satiated herself, not trying to make her partner feel good right then. She suckled on her breast with firm fervour, her lips closing down hard and pulling smoothly, drawing it up and slurping away with intensity. Her tongue rolled while her mouth captured the swathe of red breastflesh around her dark areola, covering it all in rich, wet heat. And, all the while, her hands tugged at her shorts, loosening the belts and buckles to draw them right down her thick legs.
Only, Samus stopped. She popped back, her lips leaving her chest, and then lifted herself up to eye-level. One hand rose to palm her fat titty, squeezing down with relish, before grinning. Vallith stared, shell-shocked at the sudden intensity and the even more sudden swap, and panted quickly.
“Why’d you stop?”
“On the bed,” Samus ordered. “Hands and knees.”
She ordered her, and the girl, instead of bothering to fight against her words or move away from her, happily complied. She bit her lip and twisted around, then jumped right onto the bed with a happy breath. Her breasts wobbled obscenely before hanging down underneath their weight, but the girl rather quickly settled herself into a perfect doggystyle pose - clearly familiar with that slutty action, and Samus approved.
She did it for one reason, though, and with her hands snapping out, she dragged those tight shorts right down and around her knees. The Tieflesian’s delightfully fat ass just bounced into view, and Samus felt herself get even harder at the sight of that perfectly round, perfectly juicy bubble-butt - a vision of red flesh arranged in two perfect hemispheres, both so heavy that they dipped under their weight like dough and so plump she could use them like pillows.
“Perfect,” Samus husked. With her tongue licking her lips she reached out and cupped her ass, pressing palms against the softness of that red flesh. Her white fingers captured it in a cage, locking down to dip down and draw lines across the silky roundness, and let out another hum of enjoyment. The girl moaned pleasantly, enjoying her touch, and even arching her back to push herself deeper into Samus’s hands.
“Fuck, Samus,” she groaned, but her words simply washed over the hunter. She pressed down, digging fingers into the smooth globes of red, enjoying the way they felt against her fingers and how they filled her hands. She pressed down, squeezing firmly, and watched as the red flesh pushed between her slim digits in doughy rolls. With a hum, the bounty hunter squeezed, kneading her ass like bread dough,
“You’ve got a gorgeous ass,” she told her. With her hands pressing into the undersides of the doughy ass, she flexed her wrists and sent it juggling; shaking them just to see how squishy it all was. Then, fast as lightning, her hand snapped back and spanked the girl full on the ass, her palm hitting one perfect asscheek with such force the entire mound of flesh jumped up and wobbled. The girl cried out happily, her spine arching receptively, and Samus grinned. “I’m going to love watching it clap.”
“Y-yeah,” the girl groaned, her head twisting around. “S-so what are you waiting for?”
Samus flashed her teeth. “For you to get me ready.”
“Huh?”
Samus, quick and smooth, moved away from Vallith and flipped herself right over, settling down on her back right there on her bed. Without shame she laid herself out, breasts puffed up like mountains and her cock poking up like a tremendous spear, and just beckoned the girl. “Suck my cock, Vallith. Get me nice and wet for you.”
“O-oh.” The girl quickly jumped up and around, trying to kneel over Samus’s reclining body. “R-right. Uhm -”
Samus chuckled. “Are you waiting for permission?”
Vallith bit her lip and leaned over her lap, bringing herself into range of her dick. “N-no, but -”
“So? Get that mouth to work, Vallith.”
“But it's so big,” Vallith cooed, her eyes wide. She stared at the cock with a mixture of appreciation and desire and fear, for it was, quite likely, the single largest cock she'd ever seen in her life, a tall, lengthy pillar of meat almost hand-crafted for reaming out girls, and that shook her. “I've never sucked anything so big before...”
“Just wrap those pretty lips around my dick,” Samus urged, just laying backward and watching the buxom little Tieflesian hover over her shaft. “You'll get it.”
“Y-yeah...” The girl stammered, her voice thick and her yellow eyes wide. She breathed down on the shaft with unconscious desire and wrapped her red fingers around it as best as she could, struggling to brace the towering spear upright. She stared at it for a long moment while dipping her head down, and Samus just watched her. As impatient as she was, there was no small amount of excitement bubbling away inside of her at the idea of a hot girl finally going down on her again. It had been too long.
Vallith's mouth pressed down against the midpoint of her shaft, sliding plump, perfect cocksuckers into place with husky ease. Samus let out a soft breath almost at once as that soft, warm feeling washed over her, a squishing of flesh that was just perfect against the sensitivity of her turgid rod. It pulsated happily at the first sign of attention in months, and as that pleasant buzz ran along the blonde's spine, her hook-up buddy let out a noise of her own.
“Hell, you're really throbbing,” the girl noted, her eyes firmly focused on the tall, towering slab of a cock. It practically cast a shadow over her head as she nuzzled down, pressing her full, squishy lips against the midsection in a breathless little kiss. The touch of her mouth was just perfect, and Samus was all too ready to feel more of it. “Whoa...”
Vallith pressed another kiss against the midsection of her shaft, cupping the solid skin and letting her soft mouth squish down just right. The fluffy expanse of her mouth almost moulded to the shape of her vascular underside right then and there, showing not an ounce of difficulty in it – her mouth was, quite simply, that lush. Just perfect for sucking cock in Samus's not-so-humble opinion, and she was perfectly happy to lay back and watch it happen.
Like a queen at court, she had a cute, bubbly Tieflesian girl going down on her dick, her lips rolling across the meaty expanse of her girth in a slow rise to the tip. Her small fingers wrapped tight around the base and the inches above, securing it in place with two palms at once – a touch of silkiness that Smaus just adored. The heat that blossomed along her shaft with each successive kiss delighted her, and watched the black-haired and horned girl go down on her brought unexpected pleasure to her body.
It was more than just the physical sensation of kissing lips, but rather the knowledge that she was finally getting some action. She had those soft lips squishing down against her as they set a series of tentative kisses along her length, decorating her with just the right amount of wetness, and it left her pride bubbling. Smugly, the blonde roared and let her head tilt back, allowing those pleasurable sensations to begin to wash over her and fill her veins.
The Tieflesian's full mouth swept around the bulbous head of her shaft and pressed against it, sending a rush of pleasure down her shaft and making it throb powerfully. Samus groaned softly and the girl's hands tightened receptively around her length, holding it nice and steady. Her mouth kissed at the head just once, sending a soft sensation through her, and then again, allowing heat to blossom along that rubbery crown. The promise of more warmth hit her, and it took considerable effort not to just slam her hips upward and drive her cock past those plump cock-suckers right then and there.
“Ancestors, you're so huge,” Vallith groaned in awe, her breath washing right over the turgid tip. Her eyes remained wide as her hands slowly crawled up the length in an awkward stroking motion that Samus adored, even clumsy as it was. “I can't believe it.”
“Suck on it,” Samus urged. “Get that cute mouth around it, Vallith.”
“Y-yeah,” the girl breathed, eyes clouding over with lust. Her mouth dipped down hesitantly, however, not quite eager, her hesitation still showing even then – but, all the same, her lips parted around the head and wrapped around it quite smoothly, embracing Samus's cocktip in sudden warmth. The luxurious heat and sticky wetness washed over her all at once and the bounty hunter could only groan and show her approval at the touch.
“That's it,” she spurred, eyes wide as she watched the girl suckle on the tip – and, at first, only suckle, her lips wrapped nice and snug around the bulbous crown while her mouth pulled. A soft suckling noise echoed out as she sucked oh so gently upon it, treating it like a lollipop for a long, lingering minute. Her tongue flicked out to tease it while red cheeks hollowed out, and that vacuuming seal sent her shaft trembling. “Ah...”
It was a nice, soothing sensation for Samus – but it was nowhere near close to enough. She needed more, and maybe Vallith realized that, too. Her timid suckling transitioned into a more thorough suckle as her head dipped down, black hair fluttering around her shoulders, and drew more of the cock into her mouth. Her cheeks swelled quickly and her lips widened as she took turgid human cockmeat inside, filling her mouth out with the weight of the biggest dick she'd ever laid eyes upon.
With a hesitant, jerky motion, she took two inches inside her mouth, then three, then a fourth, smoothly slurping it up. Her jaw stretched a little bit and her lips went wide as she accepted the turgid girth as best as she could, then clamped down to surround it in a seal of soft, squishy flesh that Samus simply adored. Letting out a husky groan, she bit her lip and watched as the girl's mouth swallowed up her shaft, covering a swathe of pale cockmeat at a crawling, yet satisfying, pace.
“Just like that,” she encouraged, still watching, still content.
Vallith's mouth wrapped securely around two-thirds of the cock and buried a good swathe of it deep inside. Her cheeks stretched a bit around the weight of it and her lips held fast, surrounding it with a snug seal like cushions. Her hands, instead, tensed up around the rest of it, squeezing firmly and drawing up in tandem with her mouth; almost as if trying to give her a handjob as well as a blowjob. All Samus was concerned about was the pleasure, however, and she didn't mind how she went about it.
The red-skinned devil-girl did not go down as far as Samus wanted her to, however. She suckled on two-thirds of her cock with her mouth, her tongue lapping at the inches buried inside the damp heat of her mouth, and that was all she did. She held it steady for a moment, her head twitching to adjust herself, and then drew back in a rush, her lips sliding across the swollen girth without much friction. It was a pleasurable sensation all the same, and the blonde groaned happily to feel it – but it was not quite enough.
Vallith drew up to the tip and released it with a wet pop, then patted down at the shaft. Saliva dripped down from her lips, showing her inexperience at handling herself. “It's... so big...”
Her awed breath filled the room in the time it took her to drop right back down, wrap her mouth around a portion of it, and take it inside with a wet noise and a slurp. Her soft, cushiony lips rolled across the rock-hard girth, and her tongue fluttered across the many inches that so suddenly found themselves impaled in rich, saliva-strewn warmth. Samus groaned as her sensitive and horny shaft bounced against squishy skin and pushed past strings of fluid, and she let that feeling fill her right up.
The Tieflesian's head hesitantly dipped down to take the dick inside, but she stopped well short of the shaft hitting the back of her mouth. She did not take it into her throat and neither did she try, but, instead, held herself steady once it approached and began to gurgle around her, suckling with the utmost firmness while tugging with her hands. She stroked the many inches of white cockmeat below while sucking on the upper portions, and as satisfying as it was, Samus wanted more.
“Move your head,” Samus urged with a bit of a groan. “Suck my cock, Vallith.”
Vallith, gurgling, tried. She drew backward, her lips rolling and her mouth extracting itself, leaving inches of saliva-coated dickmeat glistening in her wake. Her mouth moved up to the tip and snagged against that bulbous rim, and then, with her dark brows furrowed and her yellow eyes firmly focused downward, dropped to take it right back inside. She swallowed up inch after inch, and Samus shuddered with anticipation - but, instead of going deeper, the Tieflesian stopped at the exact same point and just sucked away at her length.
She let out a groan of pleasure all the same, still content with a hot mouth wrapped around her dick. Vallith's was just right for her: wet and hot and eager, despite that hesitance. She just had no idea what to do with a dick as big as hers, and that was clear from the jerky way her head pulled back and how awkwardly her fingers tried to tug at the many inches of blow. She stroked with faltering movements of her palms, not even quite able to wrap her fingers all the way around her, and that spoke volumes. She did not know how to handle any of it, and each inch she suckled on was a learning experience.
“Your mouth feels perfect,” Samus told her, encouraging the girl as she began to so awkwardly bob her head. Her dark head of hair rose up and down as she suckled on her shaft, her lips pulling around the rock-solid girth and her hands struggling to pump across its length. Her eyes were firmly focused down on her progress and her brows were fully drawn to show the effort it took her, but she barely covered a third of it at a time – a giant track of it was left untouched, and that made the blonde hornier than ever.
“But you can do better,” Samus urged, her voice thick with pleasure but still demanding more. “Just stretch those pretty lips, Vallith.”
Vallith's head bobbed, and it looked like she was trying – but every movement was awkward and inexpert, her clumsiness showing through moment by moment. Her head dropped, her black hair ruffling, and her mouth slurped upon inches of turgid cockmeat before dragging back with a wet noise and a sputter. Her face was a mask of concentration that only got more intense as she dropped down struggling to fit the long monster-dick into her mouth, and entirely failing.
“Come on,” Samus huffed softly, her hand reaching up, finally, to cup Vallith's head – cradling her right around her horn. “Suck my cock – just get that nice mouth all around it...”
She cradled her head and watched as the girl struggled to go down, her enthusiasm thoroughly tempered out by her hesitation. She went down as far as she could, but when the head hit the entrance of her throat she gurgled wetly and drew back with a sputter. Saliva washed along Samus's length and bathed her in slick heat, and when combined with the flexing of that soft tongue, it was a true delight – but it was not yet enough, and Samus wanted more.
“Just a bit more,” she said again, her voice whispering out into the air. She bit her lip and sighed as the clumsy dick-sucking efforts simultaneously pleased her and left her needy for more, and it got harder to resist by the moment. Her own plump chest bobbed as she breathed deeply, her frustrations rising, and it became a struggle to keep it down.
Her hand tightened around Vallith's horn as her head bobbed, struggling to properly blow her cock. It was pleasing, but not pleasing enough – and the sensation only left Samus's chest bubbling with nerves. She stared at the pretty mouth rolling across her cock, loving the look of those plump lips yet instinctively wanting more, and looked back and over the swells of bobbing breasts that hung down beneath their fleshy weight. The Tieflesian was a perfectly fuckable girl, and the bounty hunter found that too tantalizing to properly resist.
When it came down to it, Samus had never really been the 'wait and see' type. Her hand tightened around Vallith's convenient horn and pressed down, applying sudden and forceful pressure on the top of the girl's head. Her yellow eyes went wide all of a sudden as she was forced down, her mouth quickly filled with inches of rock-hard human dickmeat. Her lips swelled, her cheeks puffed out, and her -breath left her in a gurgle.
Hands tightened around the base of the rod as if that would somehow grant Vallith some leverage, but it did not. Samus, groaning, pressed her head down hard, shoving her onto her shaft and sending the head of her tremendous cock bouncing against the back of her throat. She drew out a sloppy sputter for her efforts, a backward of saliva that was as thick as syrup, and simply enjoyed it. The gurgling red-skinned girl was just the icing on the cake, and seeing her awed, yet strained, expression suited the blonde just fine.
“A mouth like this is too good to pass up,” Samus told her, eyes shining. Her second hand reached out to cup black hair and tuck it away from the Tieflesian's pretty red face, but the other rather mercilessly clamped down on her hand and shoved her head down further. Her impressive biceps bulged with muscular power as she manhandled her, and the length of her cock quickly sank between her lips and punched into the entrance of Vallith's throat in seconds.
The gurgling and sputtering rose up even louder and hands clamped down tighter as if to slow it, but there was no leverage to be found. The girl was mercilessly impaled on cock, her mouth sliding over inch after throbbing inch of it, and Samus just groaned at the wonderful sensation. As her dick breached the entrance of her throat and quickly began to fill out the right passage, nothing but pleasure hit her spine. It was a tight, clamping embrace that her shaft simply craved, and now that she felt it, she did not want to let go.
“Oh, that's good,” Samus groaned, but it was mostly to herself – she spoke for her own pleasure alone. “That's a good throat...”
She let out a deep, humming groan as she manhandled Vallith's head down, nearly hilting her on her long girlcock. The girl was a gasping, sputtering mess around her, her breath coming out in weak gurgles and her tongue fluttering uselessly, and Samus simply admired the lewd sight. She did not feel bad at all for it, and even if the girl couldn't handle it – well, she wasn't the one doing all the work. The bounty hunter took control with just one arm alone, and she made it look easy.
She pulled on her horn and dragged her up, drawing her off the thick length of her cock. Lips rolled and saliva dripped out of over-stretched lips in seconds, showing a creamy length left wet with drool. It pattered down pointlessly and pooled against her pelvis, there to be forgotten while she pulled the Tieflesian upward. Inch after inch after inch was extracted from her mouth, vacating her sweet mouth for a long moment, and exposing her to the cool air.
It was only for a moment, however. With one hand tugging Vallith's hair out of her face and the other on her horn, she flexed her arms and shoved her straight back down. Her hips jerked up at the same time, and with effortless ease, she hammered her mouth and throat full of thick dickmeat – crashing past her defences to impale the sweet length of her throat in a single second. Walls stretched and swelled obscenely and a loud, wet gurgle filled the air, but it was nothing more than music to the horny hunter's ears.
“Ah,” she groaned, “That hits the spot.”
It took her no effort at all to manhandle the girl's head. It was easy for her, in fact. She was a tall, muscular, and athletic woman, and with her Chozo genetics, her strength far exceeded her appearances. When it came to manhandling a girl's horns and shoving her mouth down her dick, it was as easy as breathing. She did not hesitate in it, either, and even if Vallith's eyes began to tear up in turn, she did not mind it. She slammed upward, nearly hilting her shaft into her throat, and enjoyed the flexing of massaging muscles.
She pulled on her horn, using it as a handhold to move her head. She dragged her up with a wet slurp and a breathy gurgle, then dropped her down again, forcing her onto her shaft. She manhandled her head and slammed her throat full of rock-hard dickmeat, cramming it to the brim, and Samus could see the red skin of her neck bulge around the weight of her. She was simply that big and that virile, and she took considerable pride in it – but took much more pleasure besides.
Vallith's gag-reflex was not even a consideration to Samus, then. It simply did not matter. She hammered her shaft past her gurgling defences to fill her throat and impale it with dick, and she luxuriated in the feeling of tight muscles massaging her length. The Tieflesian's hands were the only things that stopped her from slamming herself in up to the base and fully fucking her throat, but as her hips began to buck and flex, jabbing her thick dick up into her, they fell away and flattened along her pale pelvis to brace herself more fully.
With that, Samus slammed her dick inside up to the hilt, hammering Vallith's head down until her lips were flush against her base and balls were thumping across her chin., The red-skinned alien was a gurgling, sputtering mess as her throat was fucked by Samus, who quite simply thrust up, manhandled her head, and filled her throat out with inches of cock at a time. With bucks and thrusts and flexing biceps she used her mouth to the fullest, and the sloppy sounds of a proper face-fucking overpowered everything else in the room.
Samus did not speak – when she hit her stride, when she was working, she often did not. She was fully focused, and right then, the chase of pleasure was all that mattered. Her shaft was hyper-sensitive from so much neglect, and her need was thick. Her cock, already, was a throbbing, pulsating rod of pure need, and the more she fucked that tight throat the better it felt. It was fine if Vallith was reduced to a gurgling, sputtering mess, or if her saliva rained down in thick dribbles. Samus, right then, only cared about herself.
Vallith gurgled more and more as Samus pounded the silken glove of her throat, going hard and fast to pleasure herself. With her dick throbbing so hard, however, it could not last long, and the hunter simply tried to enjoy the pleasure for as long as she could. Her breasts bobbed proudly on her chest as she thrust up and manhandled a head downward, taking every inch of pleasure she could out of it and then some, and groaned in sinful enjoyment for it.
“Right there...” She panted, her need rising and thickening in her spine. She bit down on her lower lip as she slammed the gurgling girl down, and without shame, she impaled her throat balls-deep – and then held still as her climax rose up hard and fast. It was a pleasant tingling rush that filled her from head to toe and left her dizzy with sexual relief, and it was only when she felt the sensation that she realized just how much she'd missed it.
The next moment was all throbbing intensity and slurping heat. Samus groaned in blissful relief, her cock jerked and began to pump out the wads of seed directly into Vallith's strained throat, bombarding it with rich waves of warmth that would have left anyone dizzy. Gooey strings spattered across the length of that tight tunnel and coated it in white, but given how long Samus's cock was and how fully she had impaled herself, her load simply sloshed down in a remorseless wave that utterly flooded the depths of the girl's throat.
Samus simply poured out seed into her stomach directly from the tap, her length bypassing most of her throat to send it all slurping straight down. The bounty hunter did not care where she came, in all honesty – she just wanted to cum and empty her balls for once. Vallith, however, was reduced to a whining, wheezing mess, her entire body shuddering as gooey baby-batter pumped down into her stomach at a pace she couldn't handle. Her red fingertips fluttered across smooth white skin and her spine curled inward, all signs of the overwhelming strain she was under.
She was held down anyhow while the bounty hunter emptied out every last drop she could and then some. She didn't care, and she quite happily poured out her thick, voluminous load of silky baby-batter directly into her stomach until she had nothing left to give. The pleasure was simply too intense, the relief of an orgasm too good, and she simply did not care about anything else. Vallith was the one force to contend with a load of cum that was far bigger and far more virile than anything else she would have taken in her life; Samus's strange biology, after all, left her with some serious and significant virility issues.
Vallith, however, took it all rather well, even if the sheer quantity of the load genuinely made her stomach inflate a bit more than should have been normal – a small bump, a patch of gooey fluid, as if she'd just eaten a hearty meal. It was definitely an amusing sight, and when the groaning Samus drew the girl off her shaft with an obscene slurp, the sudden coughing and panting was even more comical to see.
Deep, panting breaths, struggling coughs, and an outpouring of cum as the girl almost hacked it out and drooled it out – thick dribbles of white that hit the bed and pale skin in equal measure. Vallith did not seem to do it with any conscious thought, either, and simply coughed to clear her throat and panted to heave in lungfuls of air. She gasped, groaned, and whined, desperately filling her lungs and trying to clear her senses.
As funny as Samus found the panting, teary-eyed, saliva-and-cum drooling girl to be, she wasn't waiting for her to get her bearings. Smirking, she simply let go of the girl's horn and patted her dark head of hair, showing brief appreciation for her work before immediately indicating her dick – a cock that was, even then, slumping against her torso in a cum-stained pillar of creamy meat, still hard, still at attention, and very much in need of cleaning.
“Clean up the mess,” she demanded of Vallith.
The girl could have protested. She had just been throatfucked without permission, and Samus would have considered it well within her rights to do so. The Tieflesian, however, was a good girl, and while still panting, she groggily let her head dip down toward her fat cock. She did not hesitate, and maybe it had been fucked out of her, but the perfectly willing girl pressed her clumsy lips down against the beefy length of her shaft and kissed.
“Good girl,” Samus purred, fingers stroking through rich black hair, and the Tieflesian almost seemed to preen.
With a groggy expression and clumsy lips, she planted hot, messy kisses along the cum-stained shaft, roving over it with a husky pant. She did exactly what she was told and swiped up white seed with her mouth, awkwardly slurping at it and sucking it up into her well-fucked throat in seconds. Her lips pressed down and moulded against sections of meaty girldick, acting like cushions for a few blissful moments of contact, then rolled back with saliva drizzling in their wake.
Samus groaned and palmed her own chest with her free hand, digging down and squeezing the large, heavy mound while pleasurable sensations rolled through her. She watched as the clumsy girl slurped along the length of her nine-inch bitchbreaker, steadily, if breathlessly, cleaning up the length of her with her mouth. She sucked up and swallowed down thick cum to reveal a cock still very large, very hard, and very virile, ready for a second round - or more.
“A very good girl,” Samus breathed, fingers tugging at her dark head of hair. She subtly guided her down, groaning oh-so-softly as lips kissed around the head of her dick, and smirked. “Would you like your turn?”
Panting, Vallith just cast dizzy eyes upward and nodded. “Yes - yes, please.”
“Hands and knees,” Samus told her, again not giving her room to do anything other than obey.
She did. The girl, without protest, rolled over, her breasts bobbing in a delightful vision of red skin, and her body twisting around as best as she could. She was far more tired than she had been just earlier, but the throatfucking would do that to a girl; Samus didn’t mind. She simply enjoyed sight of the clumsy, light-headed girl getting on her hands and knees for her, presenting the doughy swells of her ass as if on a platter.
“That’s what I like to see,” Samus purred, and without hesitation, she rose and knelt behind her. And, with even less hesitation, her hand lashed outward and slapped the fleshiness of her backside, smacking across red skin and sending it bouncing upward. Vallith squeaked and rocked on her hands and knees, spine shuddering in visible enjoyment, while her Tieflesian tail spasmed - all signs of pleasure.
With her free hand, Samus brought her fully hard, nine-inch cock around, then pressed it against the girl’s lower petals. It was an easy, instinctive motion for her; she knew how to fuck half the races in the galaxy or thereabouts, and it was easy as breathing to nudge her swollen crown against those soft lips. She was wet, too, with juices already squelching against the head of her prick, making the hunter all too eager for what was going to come next.
“You’re wet,” Samus told her, more just to speak than anything else. The girl drank up pretty much everything she said anyhow, and as the hunter pressed her cock against her waiting folds, she saw her body quiver with anticipation. “It’s about time I give you want you want.”
It was another declaration, and with it, Samus just rammed her hips forward, rather carelessly just slamming her dick inside - no hesitation, no delay, no preparation beyond that, just the rough motion of a bounty hunter that had spent months fighting, battling, and destroying military installations without a single hint of relief. Even if she phrased it as a reward for the girl, it was all just so that she could feel a hot pussy around her dick and fuck to her heart’s content.
That was exactly what she did. Without a care in the world of whether the Tieflesian could take it or not, she simply rammed forward and sent her cock crashing through those tight lower lips and deep into the wet tunnel beyond, instantly filling the length of that hot nook with inches of thick, throbbing dick. With a simple rough press and a forward shove, she had half of her shaft buried inside that snug embrace - and it took no visible effort for her to do it, either.
“By the Ancestors!” Vallith swore at the top of her lungs, her spine arching and shoulders rolling. “Fuck!”
“Yeah,” Samus groaned with a pleasure all of her own. “Fuck…”
She groaned, palmed the girl’s soft ass, and rolled her hips. Even the bounty hunter was impressed by the sudden tightness that wrapped around her shaft; a gorgeously snug, deliciously warm pussy, a hotness that was absolutely wonderful. It was everything she had been missing and more, and just the simple feeling of it left her stunned. It felt just perfect, soothing her cock in a way she’d long missed, and she could only sigh in pleasure for it.
Of course, it left her wanting more, much like a predator smelling blood. With a low, husky growl, the well-built stud palmed the girl’s ass and rolled her hips with considerable power, sliding her cock through that warm embrace and stretching out snug walls in a powerful gyration. Her cock pressed against tight walls to shove them out all at once, and though the movement was not calculated or graceful, it still made the Tieflesian groan.
“Fuck,” she whined, her voice softer than the shouting just moments before. “Y-you f-feel so fucking big, Samus -”
“That’s because I am,” Samus told her, confidence dripping off of every single word. Carelessly, her hips stabbed inward, driving another thick inch of dick into her clamping embrace, thoroughly stretching them out in the process. “And you’re about to enjoy every last inch of it.”
Samus pushed herself in the rest of the way with a sudden brutal bucking motion, driving the remaining inches of her cock forward to stab in deep. She did not need to bring her hips back or find momentum because her sheer strength more than made up for it. The girl was so wet and willing, too, that she had all the lubrication she needed, and within seconds her cock powered into her deepest points and sent them all swelling out around her in a rush.
“S-shit!” Vallith whined, her spine arching just a tiny bit more. “S-so deep!”
Samus just groaned as that delicious tightness pressed against all of her dick. It was a sensation she was totally willing to embrace, to sit there and indulge in, but the bubbling anticipation in her stomach and the desire burning in her veins made it so that she could not sit still. She had to move, she had to fuck, and with that thick in her head, her fingers dug down into the soft ass in front of her and her hips tugged back with powerful, eye-watering force.
The girl groaned at the sensation of having such a thick, vascular cock grind against her walls and roughly extract itself, but Samus was not focused on her. The only thing in her head was satisfying herself and making the girl moan for it in the process, and that was all she did as she pulled out, her cock tugging away at those tight, clinging walls, withdrawing while the pink of her lips still gripped her with delicious snugness.
It was something Samus was all too happy to casually ram right back into, her cock swinging forward in a single merciless arc of motion that absolutely hammered Vallith’s pussy full of dickmeat in less than a second. The girl positively howled, her voice coming out in a rush as she was utterly impaled, while all the blonde hunter did was groan with pleasure. She buried herself in deep, jamming herself inside, and claimed her pussy as if she owned it.
“Oh my - oh fuck!” Vallith squealed loudly, her shoulders quivering and her breasts wobbling. “Devils!”
“Enjoying yourself?” Samus teased, her hands palming her ass without a care. She dug deep into the soft, doughy flesh while she buried herself in deep, just an inch shy of having hammered all the way inside - filling the girl with so much dick it had to be blinding. “Like that, Vallith?”
“It’s - it’s so fucking big!” She groaned senselessly, her fingers already tugging at the bedsheets below her. A hot, husky pant left her lips as she hung her head, showing just how intense it was for her already.
“I’m just getting started,” Samus told her, and it was the truth. She had done nothing yet, and with casual ease, she dragged her shaft backward, forcing squeaks out of saliva-slicked lips, and tugged herself out of that hot embrace. Walls and petals clung to her as she emptied out that soft tunnel, but it barely lasted a few seconds before the hunter moved again.
Another hard, deep thrust, and she pummeled her thick dick right through the length of her hot snatch and slammed it full of throbbing cockmeat. Thick inches of human meant crammed into her pussy all at once, filling it out and making walls positively bulge with the weight of it all. She claimed her insides in that one merciless rush of motion, and the squealing moan she drew from cum-stained lips was like music to her ears.
“Fuck!” Vallith swore, her head whipping back in a brilliant display of black hair. “H-Hells!”
Laughing, Samus’s hips crashed forward, hammering as much thick cock as she could into the tightness of her insides. Pleasure welled up inside of her at the powerful sensation of clinging walls and fluttering muscles, a sensation she’d long missed in her isolation. She adored the female body, and even if it that was some sort of urge implanted into her by her Chozo ‘family’ or some reproductive side-effect of the many different species that had intermingled with her DNA, she didn’t mind it. She was all too happy to ream out every alien species that hit on her, and she did so with the same potency as always.
“You are so tight,” Samus groaned appreciatively, her lips flicking upward. One of her hands smoothly slipped along a broad, child-bearing hip and clamped down into the squishy skin, and the other reached back to smack the curve of Vallith’s ass - sharp, hard, and proud. The girl moaned at her touch and arched her spine receptively, and the blonde admired it with a grin. “Love girls like you.”
Her powerful cock hammered down hard and fast, crashing through the clinging walls of her pussy and slamming her full of thick meat in a breathless, intoxicating rush. The girl squealed and rocked on her hands and knees as the shaft filled her up, her head jerking up and her ass pushing backward, but nothing helped her adjust to the sheer power the muscled amazonian woman could bring to bear.
“A-ah!” Vallith all but wheezed. “F-fucking - fuck!”
Samus’s hand smacked against her ass, sending the fluffy, doughy flesh bouncing obscenely. Her ass felt just perfect against her hand, a kind of ass that was perfect for smacking, kneading, and sitting back to watch it clap - all the things the blonde bounty hunter was intent on doing right then. Her palm landed down with a sharp, stinging thwap, hammering against the red skin just as hard as her cock did to her tight cunt, and the flesh practically billowed out around her like gelatin.
“A great ass,” she complimented rather crudely, “and a perfect pussy.”
She smacked her backside again just to watch it clap, and as the red flesh jumped and quivered like jelly, Samus grinned. Her hips, at the same time, powered her dick forward in a positively merciless arc, hammering in so far and so deep that shudders ran all along Vallith’s body. Her curvy frame quivered as the dick just pounded her, and her ass pushed back further and futher as if begging to be mounted and reamed out like a whore.
“Shit, shit,” Vallith groaned, her Tieflesian tail whipping around in arcs. “S-so - so fucking deep holy shit - !”
Samus found it amusing to see just how quickly the feeling of nine inches of rock-solid cock was able to shake the girl into a moaning mess, but it wasn’t exactly uncommon, either. She enjoyed that sinful sight and indulged in it while sweeping her hips forward, sawing her thick, throbbing cock in and out of her hot pussy at a brisk and powerful pace. The vascular length of white-fleshed cockmeat crammed past red lips and into the pink of her pussy, stretching it all out around her in an intense, breathless rush, and swung forward with eye-watering force.
“Good girl,” Samus praised, filling the air with the sound of her voice while her hand filled it with the sound of clapping flesh. Her hand swatted at the underside of her ass again, sending the entire meaty mass lewdly shuddering upward. The Tieflesian cried out in a voice of unbidden pleasure and shuddered from head to toe, almost desperately hooked on the sensations.
Samus just railed her. Her hand dug into her hips while the other pressed down on her fat ass and just kneaded, toying with her body as if she owned it, all while her hips hammered forward in deep, plunging arcs. Her cock crashed down to fill her pussy with an iron-hard slab of dick, then roughly extracted herself in a grinding sweep that sent her insides fluttering powerfully. Juices squelched and slurped across the length of her as all that eager wetness was churned in place, turned into yet more lubrication for the rough and powerful sex.
Her balls swung forward to slap against the Tieflesian’s clit, rocking her even more than ever. As Samus’s hips swung around and smashed against the doughy fatness of her ass, compressing the round hemispheres down into a red cushion, Vallith’s spine arched into a deep, violent curve. She pushed her ass out further as if begging to get railed, and the sight was a delicious one for Samus to enjoy.
Large, heavy breasts swung enthusiastically with each forward slam and a large, round ass positively clapped with each reckless thrust. She shook the Tieflesian’s entire body with each thrust, and the enthusiastic moans she earned with each movement she made only excited her even more. Samus loved the sight of a girl coming unhinged around her cock and wholeheartedly indulged in the pleasure of a good, hot pussy wrapped around her, so eagerly accepting every last turgid inch of her - and if nothing else, the girl took it well.
“Fuck! Yes! Samus, fuck!” Vallith moaned at the top of her lungs, her body quivering as she was fucked utterly silly. “Fuck!”
It was all inelegant cursing and wild whining, but Samus adored it. She indulged in it as she thrust into her, impaling her snatch full of her cock and leaving the girl a delirious mess in the process. Her hips smacked against her ass, sending it all rippling the shape of her pelvis, and sawed her shaft through the tightness of her quim without remorse. Her movements only got stronger and firmer, too, with her hands digging into silky red skin and sweeping around to palm whatever flesh she could.
“That’s it, Vallith,” Samus husked, “moan for me.”
“Fuck!” The red-skinned beauty groaned, her head twisting and her spine shuddering. “It’s so fucking good!”
Her fingers clenched down on the bedsheets and her entire body shook as she was utterly impaled, her cunt relentlessly reamed out and filled with dick. She took the human’s cock as few could, and she seemed to be holding on despite also looking as if she was getting her brains fucked out - but Samus was simply that good. It came naturally to her, and carelessly, she pounded her in the doggy-style position until her ass was a clapping mess and her breath left her in endless whines.
“Want me to go harder?” Samus asked her, hips smashing against her ass with such force that the red skin all compressed down into a doughy pillow. Her balls swung and smacked across her clit, drawing out weak shudders from across her entire snatch. “Want me to really pound you?”
“F-fuck,” Vallith wheezed, her breath leaving her in a shaky rush, “fuck, yes! It’s so good, Samus, I can’t - I can’t even -”
Samus didn’t need more than that. She hadn’t even really been asking a question at all, in fact, and already started moving well beforehand. She leaned over the woman, cupping her red skin with her pale body, and slid her hands along her buxom frame. The first thing she did was cup her fat tits and squeeze, just indulging for a brief moment in the milk squishiness of them, before reaching around and grabbing at her thick curves.
With muscular ease, Samus flexed her arms and pulled the Tieflesian away from the bed, drawing her up without any sort of difficulty whatsoever. She tugged her backward, bringing her up and against her body, moving her from a doggy-style reaming to a position where she knelt on the bed and had her spine smooshed against the bounty hunter’s large breasts.
Samus did not stop thrusting the entire time, and with her hips swinging in brutal arcs, she made her ass clap with loud thwaps and fleshy whaps of contact. Breasts bounced shamelessly as she hammered away at her, but through it all, Samus’s hands moved, tugging on her body, drawing her up and around however she so wanted. She had total control, and the Tieflesian had no choice whatsoever but to follow along with her.
In an instant, Samus’s arms folded around her legs, hooking across the backs of her knees. In the next moment, the hunter exerted all of her strength to haul the curvy shortstack up and off the bed, picking her up and into her arms with a flex of her muscles. In a second, she lifted her up and brought her back, and in the next, she stepped away from the beds and bounced her in her arms.
“W-whoa!” Vallith squeaked, her voice all shock and awe. “I can’t - you can’t - Hells!”
Samus tugged on her legs and contorted her entire body, folding her in half without difficulty. She brought her thick legs up like twigs and forced them alongside her head, then locked hands behind her dark hair - and avoided her horns in the process. While Vallith moaned in shock, the blonde oh-so-easily bent her like a pretzel and finished tugging her into a full-nelson as if it meant nothing.
“Oh, devils, fuck,” Vallith panted and squealed in equal parts, her body still shuddering as she was manhandled while a cock lodged itself so firmly within her, “W-what is this, g-gymastics?!”
“This is me,” Samus husked into her ear, “Fucking your brains out.”
With a simple, casual flex of her muscles, all of which rippled across thick thighs, Samus yanked the girl up and dragged her across her fat dick. A moan left Vallith’s mouth as the eye-watering sensation of grinding flesh rocked through her, shaking her from head to toe all at once - and that was simply in preparation for the drop on the very next moment which had her breath echo through the room in a full-bodied shout.
“Shit!”
Samus didn’t let up from one moment to the next. It didn’t matter if she had just picked the red-skinned beauty up from a doggy-style and transitioned into a folded full-nelson where legs were flopping alongside her head and her arms were working at their maximum - for her, it was almost as easy as breathing. She just cared about the pleasure, and while exerting her incredible strength, she swung her hips up and just continued hammering away at the tight cunt above her.
Her hips pushed up in a ragged jerk, using all the strength of her core to ram her shaft into that gorgeous, supple tightness. Her shaft glided through the silky-smooth skin and reamed it all out around her, cramming it utterly full to the brim with dick - then drawing back with the same rough tugging, grinding the length of her vascular underside across those juice-laden folds and churning all that generous liquid into a bubbling froth.
From one moment to the next, she did not let up. Whether she pounded a girl in a feral, whorish doggystyle or a powerful, spine-flexing full-nelson, she eagerly thrust away at her, hips jerking and thrusting into the softness of her snatch and coring her out like a toy. Her dick moved like a battering ram, hammering into her in the same way as a hydraulic piston, and the pleasure of it made Samus’s body burn. It felt amazing, and being able to fuck that delicious snugness however she so wanted delighted her.
“F-fuck,” Valltih groaned, her eyes rolling and her tongue lolling - the intensity of it clearly just too much for her to handle. “F-fucking hells!”
“You’re taking it so well,” Samus grunted, but her words were not meant to reassure her. She was barely speaking to Vallith at all. She was in her element, hit her stride, and she fucked the busty alien in much the same way she would wage war. “Such a good girl.”
Her hips pumped up, slamming her dick inside with relentless, agonizing force. She rapaciously fucked her way through that glorious warmth and clinging tightness, enjoying every last surreal moment of it; it felt amazing, satiating cravings that had built up for far too long, and being able to fuck however she wanted with a girl that could actually take it pleased her to no end. She used Vallith almost like a toy, but she didn’t care. Thankfully, neither did the moaning Tieflesian, who took every last bit of it with senseless glee.
“Too much,” she panted, eyes nearly rolling as her body flopped around. “S-so - so - so fucking strong - “
She spoke in a senseless rush as she was utterly reamed, with each repetition bringing her yet more drooling, mind-numbing pleasure - and that was a mere after-effect of Samus’s single-minded pursuit of pleasure. She clenched down on her limbs, locked the busty slut in place against her until her spine scraped flexing abs and her shoulders squished all across her tits, and simply went at her like a purpose-built sex-machine.
Flesh clapped and sweat began to fly outward as Samus hammered away at her without mercy. Her shaft ground across the length of her fluttering snatch with each impaling stroke and dragged out with such intensity that her pussy squeezed down like a milking hand, only to be fucked lose again on the next stroke - and the next, and the next, the beat never-ending. Vallith’s ass whumped as hips crashed against it, and her moans thickened and became sloppier as the fucking took its toll.
Samus, however, was nowhere close to done. She bounced the busty slut in her arms, shaking her senseless as she fucked her in the powerful full-nelson. Red legs flopped alongside their heads and toes curled plaintively as the intense sex continued without pause, a relentless series of thrusts and pushes and jabs that would have left anyone senseless. Breasts wobbled around reckless as the intense shockwaves of sex wracked them, and more than once they clapped against themselves and careened outward in near-violent arcs.
“Such a good pussy,” Samus grunted into her ear, husking out deep breaths of pure enjoyment. “Forgot how much I missed this, fuck.”
Her grunts grew deeper and huskier with each passing moment, a clear indication of her exertion. Roughly, she sawed her dick in and out, getting even more dangerously potent by the moment. Her cock ground all across those tight, fluttering inches as she slammed away at her, reaming her out with only her own pleasure at the forefront of her mind; pounding her soft, silken sheath, getting as deep as possible as she could on each go and then some.
Breasts bobbed, legs flopped, and breath wheezed out as the air was quite literally fucked from Vallith’s lungs. Her body quivered and shook in Samus’s arms, only to be bounced along and reamed out with dangerous, dizzying power - a never-ending cycle of thrusts and pushes that kept the Tieflesian in a state of mind-numbed pleasure. The clapping of skin was as loud as her hoarse moans, and through it all, Samus grunted with rough exertion.
Samus husked and grunted, but remained fully concentrated on her movements. Like an absolute unit, the blonde’s hips pushed and thrust up into her snatch, cramping her full and grinding across that velvety softness before dragging back with powerful, muscular force - again and again, her beat unending. With seemingly limitless stamina she bounced the moaning Tieflesian in her arms, a bundle of limbs and sweaty red skin, and simply enjoyed herself like only a person on shore leave could.
Samus’s muscles burned pleasantly as she went at her, working herself hard and fast to get every last inch of pleasure she could out of her and then some. It was all self-pleasure, a way to satisfy herself after so long, but the girl bouncing and wheezing in her arms clearly loved it. Lost in a fuckdrunk haze, the panting, groaning alien cried out in pleasure for every last bit of it. Even as it fucked her senseless, she enjoyed it.
And Samus, like a machine, just went at her, endlessly thrusting, her repetitions never-ending, ceaselessly fast and intense pace that was too fast to follow. Her shaft sawed through her tight pussy, abusing the vulnerability of the full-nelson to the fullest, and occasionally bouncing her in her arms to make it all the deeper. Still, the longer that the bounty hunter went at her, the harder it became; simply put, carrying a girl in her arms and trying to fuck past the amazing swells of her ass made it hard to actually bottom out inside of her.
“Fuck,” Samus declared, her chin folding down and pressing against a sweaty red shoulder. “You know what? I’m going to really stretch you out.”
Vallith could do nothing more than pant and whine; that was how well-fucked she was. She willingly went along with anything Samus wanted simply because she couldn’t protest, and when Samus pulled her off her dick with a wet slurp and a gush, she did nothing more than moan and tremble in her arms. When the bounty hunter tossed her toward the bed with a jiggle of curves she simply allowed it to happen, and when hands grabbed at her and twisted her around like a toy, she drunkenly accepted it.
“Don’t stop,” she practically begged, her voice dripping with sexual satisfaction.
Samus had no intention of stopping - not one single bit. She just changed positions as easy as breathing, and where one moment she had her locked in a full nelson, the next she was covering her from up on high, mounting her almost missionary-style. It was only for a brief moment, however, before her arms grabbed her legs and brought them around like twigs. Vallia moaned at her touch, but helplessly shuddered as the sweaty red limbs were lifted up and pointed at the ceiling.
Then, Samus pressed them down - hard. She shoved them against her body, folding the girl in half for a second blissful moment, and setting sweaty calves up against her shoulders. In an instant she pushed down, locking the girl in half beneath her athletic, busty body, and pinned her in a perfect text-book mating press. No hesitation, no delay: she moved with natural instinct and experience won from a hundred conquests beforehand, and she did so effortlessly.
For one single moment, she admired the sweaty-skinned, breast-flopping, mouth-drooling girl beneath her, taking in those large, lush tits sloping against her ribcage and the perfectly curvy body of red skin that contrasted so nicely with the paleness of her own athletic frame. It was only for a moment, though; just long enough for her to roll her hips, align her cock, and flex her strength.
Then, quick as sin, her hips were slamming down once more, filling the tight cunt up to the very brim with rock-hard meat. Vallith moaned at the top of her lungs as her hot snatch was slammed full to the very aching brim, balls flush with her over-stretched petals and the very head of the shaft agonizingly scraping against her fleshy cervix. The position allowed Samus to get as deep as she wanted, and she did not hesitate for a single moment to take advantage of that fact.
“Stretch you out,” she husked powerfully, speaking purely to herself in those moments. She was lost in her own little world of tight concentration, the same she showed on the battlefield, and nothing else phased her. Her mask was a tight rictus of effort that matched the way her hips so sharply began to move, dragging back in a tight sweep that saw her powerful shaft practically rip itself out of tight, clenching walls.
Vallith moaned throatily at the power of it, but it was only the first of much more to come. The sound washed over Samus’s ears as she just went at her, moving from one moment to the next without difficulty, her hips swinging down to ram aching dickmeat into her cunt and ripping it free with powerful force. Eyes watered as the bounty hunter so carelessly began to pound her, treating the mating press like the lust-fueled mating session of two animals in heat.
In a way,it was. Samus pressed the girl down, pinned her in place, and however over her like a dominant goddess, all of her muscles now stark and defined against her pale skin. Sweat clung to the contours of her curvy body as she thrust down and filled a tight cunt with inches of throbbing meat, carelessly thundering past sopping folds to pound against the fleshy barrier within. She hammered against her womb almost instantly on each punishing stroke and left the red-skinned alien writhing with pleasure.
“Fuck!” She moaned, almost drooling in pleasure. “Fuck!’
It was just senseless moaning, and Samus was too concentrated on her movements to really care. She bucked her hips and thrust down as if doing push-ups, putting her all into working every last throbbing bit of her nine-inch cock down into her cunt - positively hammering it full of cockmeat, then ripping it free with a wet slurp and an obscene bubbling of juices to do it all over again. Then, again, then again, mercilessly satisfying her own lusts with the beautiful girl underneath her.
Her pelvis pounded down mercilessly to smack against upturned thighs, leaving them quivering. Legs bounced and flopped alongside Samus’s head, and she could almost see Vallith’s toes curling with pleasure. Her face, too, was all blissful delight, her eyes rolling and her mouth parting with body-quivering delight, but none of it mattered to Samus. She was in a riot of motion, a machine-like press of never-ending motion, and nothing mattered but milking out every last bit of pleasure she could that she’d not had while out working.
Flesh clapped and thudded, breasts bounced and wobbled, legs bent, hair flopped, and sweat flung outward - and Samus never stopped for one single moment. She rapidly pounded her cock inside, taking the girl in a truly feral mating press – all sexual energy and feverish talent and no thought spared to whether or not the alien could actually take it. That didn't matter to her, not as she satiated herself and felt that wonderful tightness squeeze down. Warmth bubbled up across her shaft, soothing her just that little bit more, and Samus hungrily savoured every last second of it.
Her body clapped against red skin and sent it all bouncing as she feverishly, fervently hammered her dick inside, turning Vallith's pussy into a quivering mess. The girl was wordless by then, simply shouting out her hoarse praises like a slut, barely cognizant; and that was fine. Samus fucked her into a blissful, drooling mess, and she felt her insides get tighter and tighter with pleasure – and carelessly, she kept at it, pinning her down and mating her on her own bed like a perfect slut.
With sinful indulgences he enjoyed herself, and even when arms wrapped around her neck and started to scratch at her back, she didn't stop: she just pressed down, squishing their large, full breasts together until they was just a squishy cushion of red and white flesh, and hammered away at her juicy snatch. More and more and more, working as hard as she could, desperately soothing her aching dick with the delightful friction of sex.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!” Vallith moaned in a senseless, whining heap, her body quivering. “S-so – so – fuck!”
The tightening and rippling indicated just how close the Tieflesian was, but Samus didn't really care. When the girl moaned in orgasmic bliss, when her spine arched and pushed its up and her insides squeezed down like a vice, the bounty hunter simply grunted and doubled down. The sudden barrage of thick juices and squeezing tightness pleased her, but it wasn't enough to make her stop – not yet. She just sawed her cock through the climaxing girl's snatch, reaming out her milking cunt for blissful moment after blissful moment, enjoying herself to the fullest.
Samus's face got tighter as she pounded down, concentrating on every single movement like a machine – but soon, the exertion took its toll. Hungrily, she let her stamina run out on the last few thrusts, putting her all into the sharp, pronounced strokes. She rapidly sheathed herself inside, slamming her throbbing length of a cock into that sopping, juice-slicked pussy, cramming it in deeply and letting balls clap across her folds before rapidly tugging herself out with a wet slurp and doing it again.
Samus moved hungrily, but that was it – she reached her peak, and she had nothing more to give. In that machine-like press of pure concentration, she did not even think twice about what she was doing. There was not a single thought in her mind that she should pull out of her cunt, either, and with the girl a senselessly moaning mess, she just quite happily thrust down and filled her cunt to the brim one final time, her cockhead thudding against the entrance to her womb, and held down with agonizing firmness.
As Vallith groaned and mewled, Samus held herself down, pinned her down in the mating press, and held dangerously still. Nothing mattered but the pleasure, and with the girl a totally vulnerable toy beneath her, she was happy to indulge – and in less than a heartbeat, she happily unloaded her aching balls right into her perfect pussy. Her shaft throbbed with violent potency and sent out thick cum in seconds, spurting out hot gushes of gooey warmth right inside.
The Tieflesian moaned even more as she started to take a load of seed right into her pussy, but Samus did not care. She held herself down and let her cock do its work: spitting out hot, wet strings of seed into her snatch, filling it with thick gushes of warmth. She dumped gooey strings of the stuff deep inside, painting her cervix over in white and bombarding it with such virility that the fleshy barrier had no choice but to capitulate.
A deluge of sticky-hot baby-batter poured into Vallith's womb directly from the tap, dumped into her with the same potency as it had filled her stomach, and much to the same effect. Her baby-maker was utterly flooded in seconds, the cavern drenched in piping-hot seed and overflowed in mere seconds of throbbing pulsations. Thick seed welled up in gushes of white and poured down along the length of her juice-laden cunt, causing the combined release to mingle together.
Samus groaned as she felt the warmth surrounding her shaft, and she sighed as that pleasure tingled up and down her spine. The relief of emptying her balls inside of a girl was much better than just dumping it into her stomach, and the bliss of sex combined with a good release was exactly what she had been missing. It satisfied the hunter in all the right ways, and she felt her face grow light as the blissful sensations swept through her and filled her up. It was as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and right then, she did nothing but indulge in the afterglow.
Her cock spat out whatever she had in her balls and then some, and she did so carelessly. The fact that she was a hyper-virile futa and the girl was a potentially very fertile alien species did not matter to her at all – she had, after all, left several dozen baby-mothers on several dozen worlds behind, and that likely would not change no matter how often she played favourites. For her, it was just the blissful satisfaction of release, and as she dumped so much hot, churning seed into Vallith's cunt that her stomach swelled out for a second time with modest inflation, it looked like the act was reciprocated.
The Tieflesian, after all, panted rapidly with pleasure, practicalyl drooling with sexual bliss. Her plump chest rose and fell rapidly and her sweaty skin quivered with delight as she took that potentially impregnating load without qualm, happily indulging just as much as Samus did. Smirking, the hunter rested there on top of her, letting their curves nad skin rub together, and sighed; she bathed in the slick heat of her own making, adoring the gently fluttering of spasming insdies, and soaked in the afterglow of good sex.
“That was good,” Samus declared just a minute later, long enough for her to relax and adjust. She sat up and pulled her dick out with dexterous ease, and it popped out with a wet slurp and a gooey rush of white cum. “You're a good lay, Vallith.”
Samus looked down at her partner and blinked to find her pretty much totally out of it, fucked into a near senseless heap. She stared, wondering if she was, perhaps, imagining things, then coughed to herself and reached back to rub her smooth neck.
“Might have gone too hard,” she said, wondering at what point during the last bout the girl had tapped out. “Well. At least you'll always remember it.”
“A-am-m-mazing,” Vallith gurgled, but it was just the after-effects of her fuck-drunk haze; no conscious thought or action, just instinct.
Samus shuffled back and off the bed, then bounced back on her heels. She did it quickly, for even after such an intense fuck-session, she did not feel tired in the slightest. Her stamina was diminished, her muscles ached pleasantly, and her skin was ruddy with sweat, but she was more than capable of going for another round or two.
“I will too, though,” she mused quietly just a moment later. She reached for her Zero Suit, swiping it up and off the floor, and quickly snapped it out in preparation to put it back on. “Not sure if the baby will take, but I'll absolutely be back in a few months to check up on you.”
She knew she was talking to herself, but she did not at all feel embarrassed with it. It happened more often than she liked to admit, and she just chuckled as she prepared to put on her suit and get back to why she'd come to the port in the first place – then paused, thinking twice about it, and then considering her options.
I have a bit more time, Samus supposed, then shrugged. “I'm going to borrow your shower, Vallith. Then I'm going to go see what your friends are like.”
She had time to kill, after all.