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All life-forms which participate in procreative activities in this work of fiction are of legal age to do so.
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Over the summer break from their classes, Marmon and Silva worked to get her ship functional - and started on their first home.
Silva didn't know a lot about the technology that made her starship function - but - with a bit of help from Marmon's computers - they were able to get all of the pieces back together and working again.
The ship wasn't going to be space-worthy without more advanced repairs - which were, currently, not possible - but the computer systems were back online.
Twelve years ago, Silva had crash-landed in an unpopulated area of the Rocky Mountains in western Colorado.
After running a scan of the general area, the two aliens decided it would make a suitable location for an inland retreat and - so - began making plans.
The unlikely lovers laid out a rough blueprint for the home/base - which was, then, tweaked by both of their ship's computers to make the place easier to camouflage & defend - while remaining fairly accessible.
The goal was to anticipate all of the future needs they would have - even including accommodations for a litter of kits.
Marmon was still convinced that this was overkill - believing his DNA would limit Silva's "litter" to one or two offspring at most - but he ultimately agreed to her specifications.
Since Silva had yet to conceive - despite their numerous vigorous attempts - they had some time to get the place constructed and furnished. She, however, was convinced they needed to be ready soon.
Silva checked to make sure her patched-up ship was still cloaked - and flew it the short distance to the chosen site.
Marmon and Silva's ships each had modest base-building capabilities - including small resource processing units and fabricators.
Siri had built Marmon a more limited unit - which was sitting in his college apartment. It was churning out the components to continue the creation of their ever-growing army of specialty coffee automats.
The computer had calculated that they were reaching the point of market saturation for the San Francisco area - and were spreading their empire to the south.
So far, Silva still had her apartment. She and Marmon intended to consolidate their domestic spaces when they started the fall session at school. Silva had already informed her building super that she would be moving out.
The happy homebuilders used Silva's ship to fabricate a small army of droids to execute their base design - mining droids, construction droids, and mules.
The mules would get the resources from the collection areas to the fabricators, move the freshly-crafted pieces into place for the construction droids, and relocate any excavated materials for reuse or reclamation.
Being aware of the potential for discovery by satellite images - or, maybe, the random hiker - they designed each of the droids to be less than a cubic foot in size - and to blend with its surroundings.
The lovers left the droids to their tasks and hiked back down to their heavily-customized car to start a side-quest for food.
Marmon was still learning to drive but - generally - left all vehicle guidance to Siri.
Since the computer had calculated that the nearest food source - a mom & pop pizza place - was an hour away, the two lovers left Siri to drive - and climbed into the backseat to take advantage of a little downtime.
"I love you," Silva said, settling onto the seat.
"I still can't believe this isn't some kind of dream," Marmon replied.
Silva giggled, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and started pulling it over his head.
"If we did this as Mimkrins - instead of humans - we'd have a little more room to maneuver," he offered.
"No offense, lover, but after fucking you as a Volkran, every other species is just a little less than I really want inside of me," she giggled.
"I thought size didn't matter," he retorted.
"Men say that - women don't," she laughed.
He finished undressing while she did the same - their clothing tossed aside with abandon.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he told her, peeling off his underwear, looking at her naked human form.
"What? This old thing?" she giggled, looking down at her body, "I found it in the closet this morning."
She cackled at her own joke - until he pulled her in for a steamy kiss while simultaneously wriggling a middle finger into her slippery quim.
"Yesss," she hissed when their mouths separated.
"How do you want to do this?" he asked.
"Probably be easier if I ride you?"
"Probably."
She stood in the floorboard while he lay down on the seat. As he lay back, he shortened his overall height a little - so his head wouldn't be smashed against the armrest.
As Silva took his cock into her hand to line it up with her already well-lubricated fuck-hole, Marmon lengthened it a little and swelled it to double its normal girth.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she crowed, feeling his man-meat stretch in her grip.
Marmon moaned as she tried to wedge the oversized cock into her tight, human snatch.
"Aw, fuck, Mar! I think you overdid.. Oh!"
He held still while she adjusted.
"Shit! Shit! OH! It's in!" she gasped.
She wasn't moving yet. She was still trying to give her body time to acclimate to the monster invasion.
"Fuck that's tight! Take just a little off the width, will ya, Mar?"
Marmon dropped it back down a little - trying to pick a happy medium between his normal size and what he'd just attempted.
"Ah. Yeah! Better," she sighed. "If I loosen up in a bit - after we get going - you can bump it back up - but that was just a bit too much for this poor little Earth pussy."
Marmon's hands went to her fabulous B-cup breasts. His thumbs rubbed back & forth over the tiny taut nipples.
She had, apparently, been soaking up quite a bit of the California sun in a bikini and her pale for-your-eyes-only mammaries had him ready to dive in face-first.
"You want bigger tits?" she asked, riding up and down on his Earth-cock.
"Silva, you delight me just the way you are."
"You're just saying that cuz your dick is getting wet."
"You are my heart's desire. The smile on your face is food for my belly; your orgasm face makes me feel like I'm the champion of the world."
"Hush, you fork-tongued demon. I'm already getting close!"
She concentrated on fucking his beautiful cock in & out of her velvety Slip & Slide.
In and out.
Up and down.
Slipping and sliding.
Grunting and grinding.
Silva's eyes were closed.
Marmon held her waist and tried to lean forward to capture a nipple in his lips but she was moving too quickly.
Silva's grip on Marmon's forearms was getting tighter and tighter.
She was moaning softly.
Marmon was biting his lip - trying not to cum before her.
It was going to be close!
Focusing, he adjusted the erogenous zones along his shaft. He dialed-back the sensitivity - and found that he was back in control again.
Deciding to try a little something extra, he raised a bunch of rough, wart-like nodules all along the surface of his cock.
"Oh! Fuck, Mar!"
Marmon thought she might slow her pace - but she actually sped up a little.
"Oh! OH! FUCK! Fucckkkk!" Silva cried out.
Marmon grinned, grabbed her hips, and started thrusting up into her.
Their bodies collided, over and over, with meaty-sounding slaps of skin hitting skin.
Silva's body started trembling as she approached climax.
Marmon hurriedly brought his stimulation receptors back up to their normal sensitivity.
Silva's hands were locked onto his forearms as she fought to stay upright.
He moved his grip from her hips to her ribs to steady her upper body.
He buried his cock as close to her womb as he could - and started firing rope after rope of baby-batter into the entrance to her birthing-chamber.
She gasped as she felt it hit - and tumbled into oblivion - her body shuddering as release finally came.
Marmon kept holding her in place as her body continued to try to cope with the overload.
When she could breathe again, her hands moved from his forearms to his face.
She leaned forward - pressing her lips to his - and then mauled his mouth & tongue with her own.
When the kiss-assault finished, she gasped, "Fuck, Baby! You just about killed me!", her nose nearly touching his.
He snickered and kissed her softly.
"Promise me that - if you get pregnant - I can still fuck my beautiful baby-mama," he whispered.
"I cannot ever imagine not wanting your throbbing cock buried inside of me - filling me with your seed - pregnant or not," she cooed.
They held each other's face and shared tender kisses as Marmon's cock finally started shrinking back to normal.
Exhausted, they closed their eyes and let sleep overtake them.
Siri woke the drowsy couple from their post-coital nap to tell them that the pizza place was coming up.
Since they were in a more urban area now, she also darkened the windows so they could get dressed without giving any passersby a peep-show.
Siri had already "phoned in" their order for a large cheese pizza and hot wings.
