We Need a Deathworlder!

Troy’s eyes widen and blink as the female Gratt tilts her head and drags her claws lightly down his torso.

“Well Troy? Are you interested?” Meeki asks as the Terran in her native language.

“S-sure! Uhm… Right this second? Because I really need to use the lavatory, and you know… wash up and prepare a bit.” he responds, “I won’t be more than ten or so minutes.”

“If that is what you need, then don’t feel the need to rush. We’ll be here.” Nodrin whispers reassuringly into the man’s ear.

“Thanks, it’ll make the whole thing a heck of a lot easier.” Troy says as Meeki slides off of him to allow him to crawl out of the blanket fort.

As he does so the Gratt duo bundles up to one another, their tails weaving in nervous excitement.

“Still feeling positive about this, cherished?” Meeki asks in a soft chitter, already knowing the answer from Nodrin’s increased temperature.

“Absolutely, love. If I’m being honest, I never thought sharing what we have would come to pass like this, let alone with someone who isn’t a Gratt… But I’m excited to see where things go and what sort of relationship we’ll have with him.” Nodrin replies before rubbing Meeki’s head with their own.

“He certainly seems willing for a ‘physically intimate’ one. Assuming we’re compatible, that is… This could turn out to be a fruitless venture and we must be understanding if that turns out to be the case.” Meeki points out, “But even if we can’t make it work, I still have good feelings about the possibilities moving forward.”

“Of course. Also his experience and feelings on it may not match ours, so it’s important that we make it clear that he can set his own boundaries, even if he is ‘balls to the wall’ about this…” Nodrin says as they stare up at the ‘ceiling’ of the fort.

Then after a time they sit up slightly and activates a datapad and begins to play ambient sounds of a rainstorm that is muffled slightly by a cozy shelter.

“Want to remind yourself of our times traveling?” Meeki inquires.

“Yes, loving you in our tent no matter what the elements had in store for us… that is where I feel most comfortable and at ease.” Nodrin chitters before setting the pad back down once finished adjusting the volume to a preferred level.

“You have the sweetest of spirits, Nodrin… I’m so happy that we’re together on this adventure we’ve lived, even before the stars fell from the sky above us.” the female giggles before pressing herself against her bondmate even tighter than before.

“The purpose and life you’ve gifted me, just by knowing you is immeasurably valued, my love.” Nodrin replies as they start to unbuckle their bondmate’s belt, before they are fully able to, the sounds of a Terran rustling to re-enter the fort becomes audible.

Troy then snakes himself back in while carrying a long small black bag and dressed in nothing but his undergarments.

“Alright, been a bit since I’ve readied up like this, but I’m ready nonetheless!” he informs, tempering his nerves with summoned inner confidence.

Meeki and Nodrin look at him with similar expressions of fervor as they both sit up to form a resting triangle.

“Shall we first show and discuss what we are working with?” Nodrin proposes as they lift their shirt up and off, with Meeki quickly following suit. The bare chests of the Gratt reveal defined muscular structures, their pecs resembling four wide ribs that cup over from their backs. Their abdominal muscles resemble a more crossing ‘X’ pattern than a Terran’s more vertical stacking. Although Nodrin is not necessarily slacking in any department by Gratt standards, Meeki’s thicker musculature and more robust frame certainly shows who is the more athletic out of the duo.

“Right, yeah. That’s a good idea.” Troy nods as he removes his boxers.

-NSFW Start-

Both Gratt tilt their heads at what the Terran sported between his legs, immediately fascinated.

“How… how does it all go back in?” Meeki questions as she doesn’t see a potential method.

“Back in…? Uhm… well it doesn’t. Well, yeah sure it can be tucked I guess, but my stuff normally just dangles there.” Troy informs as his face reddends from the concentrated stares, “Is that… going to be a problem?”

“Oh no, not problem at all. Just different. It look different too.” Nodrin says in G.S as they lean forward, outstretching their grasper slowly, “May I touch? Is sensitive?” they ask.

“Very sensitive, yeah. And sure, just be careful with your claws alright?” Troy grants as he sits up so that he stands on his knees for easier access.

The reaching Gratt carefully underhands the bits, seeming to give it a more analytical eye.

“If exposed and sensitive… seem like… vulnerability?” Nodrin says, careful to not sound insulting.

“Well… it is to be honest. If unprotected by a cup or something it’s a real doozy to get hit there. Incapacitating for some even.” Troy explains as his red face deepens from the cradling touch.

“First your breathing and eating orifice is the same, and now this? Strange I must admit, but not bad of course. It’s just fascinating that something deemed a ‘Deathworlder’ would have such features.” Nodrin says before removing their hand from the Terran’s lower area, “I believe there’s no cause for concern so far, but I am curious to know how you feel about ours.” they add before they start to remove their trousers.

Meeki having already removed her own during the Terran’s examination, sits up on her knees as well to clearly show.

“This is what Gratt have.” she showcases.

To the Terran it looks fairly analogous to what most of the females of his own species have, though obviously not quite the same in where it ‘starts and ends’.

“Looks familiar enough so far…” Troy nods as a wave of background relief eased him a bit.

His eyes land on Nodrin’s, a bit surprised to see that they sport the exact same setup, not even sure what he expected in the first place.

“Alright, anything I’m not seeing that I should be aware of?” he inquires as he recalls the ‘go back in’ comment.

Meeki nods as she reaches down herself.

“Gratt by our nature can receive and deliver. From what little I understand about some other species like yours, is that it’s not the case for you without medical procedures?” she says before showing what she meant as her downstairs bits briefly erect out a comparative penetrative member from inside herself before returning to its relaxed state.

“Yeah…” Troy uttered, still catching up a bit, “So Gratt are all naturally intersex? Or would it be more accurate to say you have just one sex?” he asks, not wanting to cause future offense by his own misunderstanding.

“With expected exceptions, like most life akin to our own on our world we as individuals have the capability to carry and develop offspring, while also providing the genetic material for others to do the same. Obviously who does what in relationships all depend on the bondmates wants and needs. Meeki and I? Offspring isn’t something we’ve considered a priority in our relationship. I’d say… both of those are not inaccurate if I’m understanding your terms correctly.” Nodrin explains, trying to boil it down for the Terran.

“Ah… gotcha. Neat!” Troy says in understanding, “So… do Gratt do foreplay?” he asks as he scoots a bit closer to the green individuals with an appearing smirk.

“Yes!” Meeki answers first a bit giddily before she leans back and lightly tugs on Nodrin’s tail to get their attention, to which her bondmate assumes a position to place their flat face near her groin releasing teasing chitters.

As Nodrin gets to work and relaxed pleasurable sounds start to emerge from Meeki, Troy’s eyes widen in an expression of ‘I may be a bit inadequate for this…’

“Wow… you have a long tongue…” he comments bashfully as he studies what he can from what Nordin does, knowing that his own capability was very limited in comparison. Yet he feels determined to provide these two with the best experience possible.

Then, an idea strikes him. Reaching back to his bag he pulls out a long dark object and then crawls over towards the other two. Placing a hand on Nodrin’s back, the Terran announces his close presence.

“Can I try something for the both of you?” He asks.

“Yes, you can.” Meeki says as she lovingly brushes her claws through Nodrin’s head fur.

Nodrin pulls away from their bondmate and crawls up Meeki. Once face to face they rub their heads together before Nodrin rolls over to lay next to her before looking down at the Terran applying a liquid to his new object.

“Is that an intimacy tool?” Meeki inquires.

“Yep!” the man confirms before moving up, one of his hand settling between Nodrin’s legs.

The Gratt grabs on to their bondmate with the closest arm as a whole new person stimulates them.

“This comfortable?” Troy asks the Gratt softly as his hand operates.

“Very strange… not bad, but it feels… strange. Continue, a bit deeper if you can.” Nodrin replies as they feel the positive sensations.

“You got it.” the Terran smirks as he fully presses in his working fingers, he then looks to Meeki, “I have a feeling this will be very new to both of you, so if it ever feels uncomfortable I’ll be sure to stop right away.” He informs before rubbing the object up against Meeki’s groin.

With a press of a button on the base Meeki couldn't help but recoil in surprise as a precise intense vibration hit against her sensitive area.

Turning the device off immediately, Troy pulled it away.

“You okay?” he asks apologetically.

“Yes! Sorry! Yes!” Meeki recovers as she fully resettles before switching to her language, “That was an intense surprise indeed… I would appreciate more of a warning next time alright?” she requests in a chuckling chitter.

“Of course, sorry.” Troy nods.

“Try that again, now that I know what to expect I should be better with it.” the female insists.

Nodding again, Troy activated the device and then pressed it against the Gratt once more. This time against her abdomen, before gradually streaking it downwards to help her get more accustomed to the feeling. Once it reaches its destination, Troy with care begins to guide it in.

Meeki’s back arches almost immediately from the vibrating object within her, releasing huffs of sharp barking sounds the deeper it goes. Her leg muscles tensed up as the all encompassing pleasure of the new thing brought her closer to blissful release, but then… the Terran began to move it in gentle pulls and presses.

Meeki’s slit pupils expand in instinctual reaction as the pleasure output only increases.

“Hooooooouuughhhh… spir-spirits…” she moaned out before her body’s built up energy dispersed in a nerve tingling release.

Seeing the positive outcome, Troy drew the device out slowly, giving the female a gentle massage with it before switching it to the other hand.

Giving Nodrin the same treatment, he dragged the damp toy down their abs and to their groin. He massaged the area with it for a while before beginning to press it in. To which Nodrin was quick to speak up.

“I think that’s a bit too much for me… too much stimulation isn’t very pleasant for me.” they inform.

Removing the device and deactivating it right away the man hands it directly to Meeki for her to use at her leisure as he decides to go for his backup idea.

“You got it.” he replies before laying himself down by Nodin’s lower half, “Then I’ll try this instead… If you’d like, could you uhhmm… switch it? Sorry donno how I should refer to it as.”

Nodrin tilts their head and nods.

“We refer to it as ‘giver’ and ‘receiver’.” they inform before parting their legs a bit more as they do as requested.

As the bits rearranged Troy suddenly found the nimble female pressed against his back.

Having moved like a shadow in the dark, Meeki grinds against the Terran’s back tenderly as she serviced herself with the device.

Laughing a bit, Troy eyes up what a Gratt ‘giver’ looked like. Not Terran shaped at all but most definitely has the same concepts of function. Dragging himself up a bit more, Troy reaches up and takes a hold of one of Nodrin’s hands. Placing it on the back of his blonde cranium, he pats it lightly.

“Encourage the movement I make.” he notifies before opening his mouth and lowering his head.

Nodrin chitters positively as the Terran gradually works his way down on the member with smooth up and down motions as he warmly hums with gentle care. But as he takes on more, the Terran has to close his watering eyes as he concentrates. Deeper and deeper into his throat the pace picks up, especially now that Nodrin’s has both hands assisting the repeating maneuver.

Suddenly Troy feels an intense pulse and deciding in a split standard second to fully commit he plummets himself all the way until his lips meet flat against the Gratt’s body. Pulse after pulse Troy holds his breath and position until it tapers off. Once it does he massages his hands down the Gratt’s torso as he lifts himself up from them.

“That feel… good?” the man asks with a smirk as he catches his breath. He did his best to pretend that the aftertaste perfuming up from within him wasn’t all that great. Not pleasant at all in fact, but far from the grossest stuff he willingly shoved down his gullet.

“Very…” Nodrin whispers in bliss before their gaze intensifies over the Terran’s shoulder.

Troy looks to the side to partially see Meeki meeting her bondmate’s gaze.

“You’re doing very well, Troy. Now you can relax for a moment, it’s your turn.” She whispers as she drags the Terran up and back. Her hand reaches around and down, taking hold of her target.

“Oh ahh… No offense, but I’m not sure if your type of hands are gonna… uhhh…” Troy starts to say before Meeki pulls him back a bit more to lean against her as support.

“Don’t worry, it’s not my hands we’re utilizing.” she assures before Nodrin then positioned themself similar to how they were with Meeki earlier.

The lower Gratt smiles as they draw near, exposing their sharp teeth.

“I will be very careful.” they promise in G.S.

“Okay… trust’n ya here…” Troy agrees nervously.

Nodrin then lashes out their tongue and guides Troy’s member into their dangerous flesh-rendering maw.

Troy takes deep breaths and tilts his head back onto Meeki’s shoulder as he feels the Gratt’s long mouth muscle do its thing. Seeming to not need to pop their head in the same manner as the Terran did, Nodrin instead twists their head side to side. Only a few times did the Terran feel any of the sharp mouth teeth, but thankfully not nearly firm enough to be of too much concern. Though it’s admittedly enough to stave off his proper climax as the thought of a single Gratt vent-sneeze could spell disaster.

After a while of this with no results, Nodrin pulls up.

“Do Terrans take a while to finish or would you prefer I do something else?” they inquire genuinely.

“That feels great, it really does. But… uhm… guess I need to get used to things too. So I think that’s good for now.” Troy assures.

A little disappointed, but understanding Nodrin nods and sits up.

“Alright then, how should we try to arrange ourselves?” they inquire to the others.

“I have idea! Nodrin. Lay back down.” Meeki commands eagerly before she removes, deactivates and places aside the device.

Having no reason to do otherwise, Nodrin lays back in their position in wait.

Meeki brushes her head up against the Terran’s and whispers into his ear.

“I couldn’t help but notice the state of your rear end… Is that an acceptable and expected place for intimacy?” she asks.

“For me? Hell yeah. When I said I prepped, I prepped. Didn’t know what gear I was gonna be dealing with soooo I got ready for anything.” the man responds with a waggle of his eye tufts.

Meeki’s pupils tighten slightly as her expression turns devious.

“Lay atop Nodrin and commence…” she then playfully ordered.

Wordlessly, Troy crawls forward until he looks eye to eye with the Gratt below him, gently caressing their chin with his hand.

“Ready, Nodrin?” he says in a voice that sent a shiver down the Gratt’s spine in the best way possible.

“Much...” they utter.

Resting down on his elbow he reaches his other hand down between them and adjusts himself, after finding the right angle of entry, he presses himself right on in.

Nodrin lifts their head up against the Terran’s as the two experience the differing bits interacting with one another as one fully accepts the length of the other.

“Fuck…” Troy says in a hush before slowly pulling his hips back, “Let’s start slow, yeah?” he adds in a groan before rocking forward into the Gratt.

Nodrin backslides slightly on the ground from the thrust causing them to chitter in what initially sounds like pain, but it rolled out into a pleasured sigh.

“I like slow.” Nodrin agrees, “Maybe we can keep it slow?” they request.

“I can do that.” Troy promises sweetly as he continues until the rhythm smoothes out and a perfect tempo is established, “Your people don’t kiss, right?” he adds but before waiting for a confirmation he tilts his head to nibble and kiss just above the air vents on the Gratt’s neck.

“Not really. But I can try?” they offer.

“Maybe we’ll save that for later, eh? Get some practice in you know, just to be safe.” Troy points out before pressing a bit harder as the inevitable sensation begins to press on his mind.

Wrapping his fit arms under Nodrins in curling hooks he focuses on his rhythm, picking up only slightly as the tension sharpens to the point of no going back.

“I’m almost there” he grunts into the Gratt’s neck as he holds on by a thread. He then feels legs wrap around his lower back and rear to pull him up against them, enthusiastically permitting what was coming.

Accepting the permission, Troy presses himself against the Gratt tightly as his groin shutters and pulses. Nodrin feels the warmth almost spread within them like a concentrated internal hug. Their air vents expand and tighten from the sheer exhilaration of the experience, though they make sure the Terran doesn’t pull out for their bondmate to enact her full plan.

“Tell me if you begin to feel discomfort…” Meeki says as she coats her current ‘giver’ with the fluid Troy used for the device before dragging her claws lightly down the entirety of the man’s bare back until they take hold of his hips. At this the man pushes his lower half up for a better position, the Gratt straddling him having no issue holding on as he does so.

“I will…” Troy utters as he closes his eyes and relaxes himself appropriately, “Ready.”

Without a moment to spare, Meeki lines herself up and gradually begins to insert.

“Starr-harrrrrt slowww.” Troy advises as he feels it, “I warmed up, but let me get used to ya…”

Keeping this in mind Meeki doesn’t attempt to go deep, instead making very slow deliberate shallow motions that only get a little bit deeper each time she thrusts.

All the while the Terran made very different groans and hums. His face wincing slightly from the process, thankfully not yet painful.

Eventually after needing to apply more of the lubricating substance a few times to keep things going smoothly, Meeki finally finds herself pressing fully against Troy in her thrusting.

“Pick up the pace…” Troy behests in a small droning voice.

“Wait… Troy, are you in pain?” Nodrin asks having the most literal front seat possible to the water leaking from the man’s eyes.

“No, please don’t stop!’ he immediately requests the female behind him before addressing the question properly, “Just… I get a lil’ emotional… like this… that’s all…” he admits as Meeki grants his wish, rather enjoying the experience herself.

As the tempo ramps up Troy is caught off guard as he climaxes again with the Gratt still clinging onto him.

“S-Sorry…” he mutters, fighting back the urge to outright blubber to Nodrin as his body rocks against the now enthused Gratt behind him.

Nodrin doesn’t say a thing, instead affirming that it is alright by rubbing face to face and hugging him securely.

Then after a few more moments, Troy experiences the Gratt pulsing once more as Meeki meets her wall. She pants through her vents, having impressed herself with how long she lasted. And once she is done giving, she fully frees herself from the Terran very slowly as she guesses that is the proper thing to do.

Once all were fully separated from one another, the three curl up and remain with the sweaty Troy sandwiched between the Gratt. As both of the green individuals notice the man’s emotional state and easily infer that he needs emotional and physical aftercare. Which includes a shared shower to clean off the three’s earlier pleasantries and resettling in a cleared up fort.

After a while of attentive cuddling, the three find themselves barely holding onto consciousness as sleep is well overdue at this point.

“I had a very good time…” Meeki says.

“For the first time experiencing this… I concur.” Nodrin agrees.

“You guys… are so great…” Tony hums in his half-consciousness, “Like… that was a blast…”

Meeki and Nodrin’s eyes catch one another’s, thinking the same few things. But instead of dragging on the conversation, they fully rest up to sleep.