In the city of KuseSare, on a desert planet, the Sek inhabitants live like any other. Case in point—girlfriends Yari and Hazen enjoy a calm evening together after a long day of dealing with life’s bullshit.

Yari lies on her stomach, flipping through some reading material. She moves quickly through the pages, barely registering any of them.

Hazen steps out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her body. She looks to her lover and smiles, leaning in and whispering into one of Yari’s large, twitching ears. “You know, a book is much better if you read what’s on the page.”

Yari sighs, squirming underneath the warmth of her girlfriend, whimpering slightly as she places her book down and rests her hands on her head. “Guh, sorry. I’m just…” she trails off, burying her muzzle in the bed.

“Oh, I know,” says Hazen, touching Yari’s lower back. “You’re needy. I could smell it the moment I got home. But you were just sitting there, not saying anything. You know you need to be more assertive.”

Yari whines.

“How am I supposed to know what you need if you don’t tell me?”

Yari bites her knuckle, her eyes glimmering with slight mischief.

Hands massage down Yari’s body. Hazen takes time to squeeze at various points, releasing some of the tension. “Oh, but you know that I know exactly what you want,” the more dominant woman says, her hand moving down and squeezing the prone woman’s cheeks. “But one of these days, you’re going to have to tell me straight up when you want it.”

“Does it have to be today?”

Hazen chuckles, hands slipping around her cheeks to her thighs. She spreads Yari, showing off that incredible pussy, glistening with anticipation. “No. You already got me all hot and bothered me.

Hazen brings her hand up to the pussy lips, pressing three fingers against Yari’s swollen, desirous spot.

Yari squirms underneath her, giggling in her anticipatory delight.

A fourth finger finds itself at her entrance, the digits brushing up and down, still teasing, still getting her to squirm.

“Aah… c-come on, Hazen! You said, ah, I didn’t have to… tell you.”

“You don’t,” Hazen agrees with her own chuckling, and with that, she thrusts her fingers inside the woman, her thumb against her palm. She sinks inside Yari, wiggling those digits and curling them gently inside, spreading, playing, and squeezing. She makes all sorts of motions within as she pushes and pulls and fingers her lover.

Yari, though, still whines in a needy moan, lifting her hips and rocking against the hand. It’s not enough for her; of course, Hazen knows this all too well.

“Such a needy girl,” Hazen says. “What would you ever do without me?”

“I’d die of boredom!” Yari whimpers, throwing her head back. “Please, you gotta, ah, you gotta.”

“Gotta do what?” says Hazen. This?”

With that, she turns her hand, her palm within Yari, pressing it up against the wall of her pussy against the pubis.

A shock rushes through Yari. It is a pain like no other. Perhaps a non-Sek would never know this feeling—it is a quirk of their biology.

Pressing against the nerve in such a way triggers the laying response. Such a strange signal to be sent to the brain when no eggs are present sends many conflicting signals. Her eyes glaze over as her mind shuts down, leaving only the static of bliss and torment. After all, lying isn’t exactly the most serene experience. It hurts the body, mainly when triggered manually.

But generations of evolution have provided a bit of succor for that. After all, if such intense pain was intolerable, then having eggs would be seen as a detrimental thing. And so, because evolution is an arms race of making life worth living, the brain in all of its fog, makes it so that this pain, this intense, all-encompassing sear, feels so… fucking… amazing!”

The screams that come out of the nearly feral Yari’s throat are those of delight more than they are of torture. Even so, the submissive has come to love this feeling, even if she anticipates it hurting her, because she knows that Har only ever hurts her enough as she wants, which makes the hurt so much better!

And so, when Hazen is tired of the feeling, she yanks her hand free, sending Yari collapsing onto the bed, a quivering pile leaking, drooling, panting, and trying to find herself in the fog of pain and delight.

Soon, but not too soon, Yari groans, stirring. “H… Hazenz…” she mumbles. “A… are you done…?” She asks this, looking over her shoulder.

Hazen, meanwhile, drops her towel, revealing her full naked glory before her lover. She stretches her fingers and clenches them, doing this a few times before smirking devilishly at her lover. “Oh, of course not. I’m just getting ready to obliterate your pussy, is all.”

Yari squeals in delight, flipping herself over, facing her lover now.

Hazen climbs up atop her, nuzzling against her lover, moving her hands down over her body. “Oh yes,” she says, “you thought that one hurt? Oooh, you’re gonna love what’s coming up.

Yari squees and squirms under Hazen, only for Hazen to push her down by the shoulder and look at her with fluttering eyes.

“Oh no, you don’t. You’re gonna stay put, and this arm is gonna pound ya like there’s no tomorrow.”

Yari squeals at Hazen’s response, the submissive lady spreading her legs as wide as she can, a smile on her face as her cheeks warm up beyond all unembarrassed logic.

Hazen, having removed her towel, lowers herself, pressing her four fingers to her lover’s slit once again with half-hooded eyes and running her tongue around her lips. She shoves her hand in, fingers and folded thumb disappearing within Yari.