Insatiable Life.

Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Planetary

Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on

Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three

weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a

cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing

with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB

in a near constant downpour.

Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near

freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls

could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the

fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some

sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating

element.

Curt

poked his head out of the cocoon of his sleeping bag to check the

thermometer near his bunk. It registered forty-four degrees and dipped

lower as he watched. He shivered as he looked over at Eza's bundled

form. The poor girl was not taking the temperature inversion well. She

shivered and shook beneath the thin padding of her sleep sleeve. He

cursed again the short-sighted designers who hadn't taken into account

the possible need to build a fire inside the HAB.

"Kurt?" came a muffled stutter from her olive grab sleeper.

"Yes?"

She poked her face out of the cinched hole, looking like a giant blue faced caterpillar. A beautiful caterpillar.

"I know you have done all you can with the heat unit," she said, her teeth chattering, "But I am r-r-really cold."

"I'm sorry I couldn't do more."

"P-p-perhaps

you can. I red that in t-t-times of crisis, T-Terrans would huddle

together for warmth. Might we t-t-try that?" She knew she would be

taking a risk being that close to him, but it was the lesser of two

evils.

Curt

was also hesitant. He didn't trust his body not to betray his lust for

her. His cock was already tingling at the thought. But she needed his

help, and he couldn't deny those deep green eyes that stared pleadingly

at him. So, he agreed, climbing from his sleep sleeve as he began to

remove his tunic.

"W-w-what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the stirring again at the sight of his deliciously tanned flesh.

"One less layer of clothes. It'll help warm you up faster," he explained.

"Shall I disrobe as well?"

'Hell yes!' his mind screamed but instead he said, "No, that won't be necessary."

He

climbed into the sleep sleeve beside her and she immediately plastered

herself to his side, her arm gripping so hard that it forced the air

from his lungs. Wrapping his arm around her, she scooted closer, her

heavy tits pressing against his side. Her body felt like it was on fire

and for a moment he worried she might be sick with fever. But then he

remembered that Venusians have a higher body temp than humans. No wonder

she was suffering. Eza buried her face into his neck, pulling him

closer still.

Her

body was racked by uncontrolled spasms, and he rubbed her arms and her

back to try to warm her while at the same time trying to ignore the fact

that only a thin layer of molyester separated her heavenly skin from

his own. But she was making it difficult, her supplely scaled leg

wrapping possessively around his. The temp, as well as his manhood,

began to rapidly rise inside the sleeve.

At

length, the tremors subsided, and she relaxed against him with a

melodious sigh. Her leg shifted higher, coming dangerously close to

grazing his throbbing erection. Now he was trembling but not due to the

cold.

Eza

felt it again, the burning, the desire. Feeling his body against hers,

the churning inside her was more than she could bear any longer. Even

the moments when she had given in were not enough to truly sate the

sensations. She had to tell him. But what would he say? Would he be

repulsed by her needs?

"Kurt?" she mewed.

"Yes?"

"I have a confession to make," she said into his chest, "I have been keeping a secret from you."

"It's

okay, everyone is entitled to their secrets." Even as he said it, his

mind was racing trying to think what it could be. None of the

possibilities seemed pleasant.

"But this is different because it involves you. You see I... I have imprinted upon you."

"What does that mean?"

She

raised herself up onto an elbow to look at him. His face glowed nearly

as blue as her own in the light of the twin moons that shone down

through the skylight.

"When a Venusian comes of age, as I have, they imprint upon the person they have chosen as their agrah."

"Agrah?"

She looked at him sheepishly.

"Loosely translated it means their... their lover."