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.

It isn’t a feeling of pain this time, but rather the pleasure that only a size queen like Yari could enjoy. This time, Hazen doesn’t play around. Instead, she curls her fingers inside her girlfriend’s body, forming that strong fist, her domineering glare matching the panting, lust-filled gasp of submissiveness beneath her.

And the dominant starts pounding, her fist spreading Yari wide, making her thrash about. The bulge of that arm goes deeper and deeper into her, spreading out her stomach. She screams, thrashing about, the delight and, yes, even pain, sending her spasming and squirming all about. There’s nothing that she can do to control herself. Yari is a writhing mess as her insides are pistoned, over and over again, by the loving aggression of her outstanding and fantastic lover.

It’s when Yari’s body, finally overwhelmed completely from the assault, begins to convulse and contract around Hazen’s arm that Haz yanks her hand back out, pulling herself like a rip cord from her lover, leaving her hand dripping, sopping wet from the debauched bottom’s discharge.

Yari lies sprawled upon the bed, dripping and drooling, head lying on its side, one eye staring up at Hazen, her chest rising and falling in great, big, needful gasps.

Hazen takes her towel and pats off her hand, nodding. “Yep, that was all too easy. Did ya have fun, Yar?”

Yari nods. It is a slow, deliberate, and exhausting thing.”

“Good,” says Hazen, tossing the soiled towel over to Yari.

Yari grabs it, rubbing herself against it—that mixture of scents between herself and her lover. It is the most wondrous sensation, and she must remember it.

“Now, it’s my turn,” Hazen says. She climbs up onto the bed, resting her back against the headboard. Spreading her legs, she sits with one foot on the mattress and the other dangling off the edge. With one arm draped over her knee and the other resting behind her head, she’s fully exposed before Yari, her breasts, her curves, and most importantly, her pussy, right there in front of Yari.

“Eat me out, love,” Hazen says. It’s a command and one she knows her lover will obey. “Just go to town, and don’t back down.”

Yari whimpers, her energy so low, but the wafting scent of the desire coming from Hazen pushes her up. She crawls over to her love and grabs onto her thighs, and with a renewed purpose and energy, she dives right in, pressing her snout up against the slit of her fantastic lover. She rubs her nose right up against Hazen, then opens her maw wide, so vast that she clamps against Hazen.

Hazen laughs, moving her hand from her knee to the back of Yari’s head, petting and scritching her girlfriend. “You’re so sexy when you do as you’re told. Who would have thought such a shy girl could be so lewd? But I said, eat me out. Where’s the tongue? Aaah, there it is,” she says, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall.

Yari’s tongue lashes up and down along the slit, quivering in delight at the taste. All the while, Haz’s sex quivers in anticipation.

Yari’s tongue penetrates into her, deep, swishing around, swirling this way and that. It even pushes up at the top of her wall. The pressure is enough to send a slight spark up through Hazen’s body, making her sigh, laugh, and squirm this way. She doesn’t become the writhing mess that Yari had, partially because Yari doesn’t press nearly as hard against that sensitive spot.

Either way, the ministrations continue, and what they lack in intensity, they more than make up for their dutifulness and the total coverage. Yari practically worships her lover, flicking her tongue up and down, side to side, undulating different parts in waves of pleasure—waves that Hazen feels, that she sings to the world, and which becomes music to the ears of the submissive.

This music only serves to urge Yari on further. It makes her continue licking and flicking, pressing her nose to her lover’s nub, using her mouth as the complete and total pleasure machine used exclusively for the delight of Hazen, for when one is happy, the other is happy.

Yari holds onto her lover, squeezing her tenderly, her mouth just entirely latched on, never leaving, never letting go.

Hazen gasps, and she groans, and she actually even screams out, her chest heaving, her hands moving to Yari’s head, holding her close to her, legs wrapping around her as Hazen rides now the waves of orgasm, burying Yari into her delight and soon, very soon, collapsing against the bed.

Yari stops, waiting for her girlfriend’s next move, but Hazen lies there for a bit, her chest rising and falling slowly, steadily, her hands and her legs falling to the sides. She swallows, and then she pats the space next to her. “Come here, you…”

Yari unlatches and crawls up to her lover’s side, moving up like a curious cat and curling up next to her.

Hazen rolls over to face her, lacing their arms and legs together until they are cuddling together, their warmth pressed to each other’s warmth.

“You know,” Hazen says, a little chuckle in her voice. “I just got out of the shower.”

Yari whimpers slightly. “S-sorry..”

“Hey, nothing to be sorry about Hazen says, stroking her lover’s cheek. “It just means that we get to have one together now.”

At that, of course, Yari squeaks, hugging her lover and nuzzling her tenderly.

It’s going to be a wonderful day.