Mecha Origin

Chapter 10

Avoiding Aggie became harder and harder. His ship wasn't large enough for him to escape. And it was almost as if she did it on purpose. Sticking around and watching when he bathed or dressed. Climbing into bed with him and snuggling, which immediately woke him and sent him running. Slipping into or stripping out of clothes just as he came up the ladder, giving him a flash of her curvy frame. Her unmarked frame.

No metal parts. No ridges of gears under her skin. Not even a tattoo to brand her.

The gear in her cheek had sunk in, only the surface of it visible. He tried not to think about what that deepness in her flesh might mean.

Tried not to think about her at all. Failed miserably at it.

Concentrating on the vessel he detected trailing him failed to distract. Hard to get excited when the newest blip didn't do anything menacing.

Only an i***t would do anything provocative in the Amannpasiv Galaxy. The peace-loving Amanns had strict rules of conduct. When it came to non-natives, there wasn't a trial or a chance to appeal. The immediate sentence for infractions was death. Carried out at once.

Only a few mistook their desire for peace with weakness. Those who made that mistake learned the Amanns earned respect by their shows of might. No one made a disintegrating ray like the Amanns. Good thing the power source for it was rare and ridiculously expensive. It made the weapon scarce.

Zipping through the Amannpasiv Galaxy, Jwls passed a few charted courses to black holes that would have jumped him to other galaxies, even another universe. However, the place he wanted was quickest reached by going through this galaxy and skipping over to the galaxy after it.

Which meant a few more sleep cycles before he'd rid himself of the human.

Much too long for him to resist, given Aggie had just climbed down the ladder wearing his shirt. Long enough to act as a dress, yet the way the soft fabric hugged her upper body and flared to a spot above her knees reminded him of her femininity. Made him wonder what was under that skirt.

"I made dinner," she announced.

"And?" he grumped, mostly annoyed because his first impulse was to sit her on a high spot and feast between her thighs.

"I made enough for two."

"Trying to poison me?"

She laughed. "If I did, then I have to fly the giant egg, which means I'll probably end up scrambled." She shook her head. "I need you alive. I promise I finally made something quite edible."

Edible. His gaze dropped to a spot below her waist.

"Coming?"

He wished. "I'm not hungry." Such a lie.

"Please, Jules." She still pronounced his name in such a human way. But softly.

It was on the tip of his tongue to say no. So why did he find himself under the ladder peeking up?

He had to know what she wore under her skirt.

The answer? Nothing.

He might have swallowed hard. He definitely followed.

To notice the food lay spread out on the bed of all places.

He frowned. "Did you forget how to engage the retractable table?"

"Nope. I thought it would be nice to have a picnic." She crawled onto the bed and sat cross-legged, the hem of his shirt barely covering. It rode high on her thighs and just draped over the vee between them. She'd prepared him a spot across from her, the food acting as a buffer between.

He could do this. Carefully, he perched on the bed, warier of her than the wobbling dishes.

"Get comfy."

"I am comfortable." He sat with his legs dangling off the bed. Ready to flee at a moment's notice.

"Dig in." She pointed to a strange array - lopsided spheres of red with seed like dots topped with hardened darkness on one end and fluffy whiteness on the other. More of the white fluff sat beside other unrecognizable bits. Some of them mauve balls reminiscent of Friblu eyeballs - a salty and narcotic delicacy for those with stomachs that could handle hard acid.

"What is this?" he asked.

"My attempt at dessert."

"Your dessert has meat." Obviously, a barbaric human custom.

"What? No." She laughed and brushed aside his pointing finger to grab a round ball. "It's a blueberry. Try it."

"I thought you weren't trying to poison me?"

"I'm not. . . Oh for God's sake. Look." She grabbed several and popped them into her mouth. Chewed. Opened wide to show she'd swallowed. "See? Perfectly delicious. Try one." She leaned forward and shoved food at him, forcing him to part his lips.

He hoped his gears could handle it. He bit down, expecting a sudden burn. Maybe even numbing, but instead something tart and sweet filled his mouth.

He frowned.

"Good, hunh? Try this. Chocolate-covered strawberries with whipped cream."

Again, she aimed at his mouth, only to suddenly veer at the last minute and take a bite of the side with the dark coating.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "Not quite Earth standard, but damned good anyways."

Curious, he leaned forward over the display of food that he might steal the other half, some of the fluffy white stuff sticking to his lips.

The sweetness proved intense. Yet pleasant.

"You've got some on your face." She flicked the tip of her finger, brushing his upper lip, then brought it to her mouth for a suck.

He got instantly hard. A glance at the white creamy stuff, sweet and cloudy soft, gave him an idea. He swiped some and shoved it at her mouth.

She took his finger and sucked it. Slowly. Getting all the cream off it.

He got harder.

"Your turn." Her husky murmur before something dark brown hit his lips. Sweet, bitter. A flavor explosion.

He found something round and burgundy in color with a long stem. He dangled it in front of her mouth. She pursed her lips and grabbed it, sucked it in.

Then it was his turn again, her giving him the red fruit, again with its cream. And this time, when some of it remained on his lips, she leaned forward and licked it off. She remained licking him, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Her buttocks firmly seated in his lap where he dragged her.

"What are you trying to do?" he asked in between nibbles because she'd obviously planned something.

"Seduce you."

"What if I don't want to be seduced?" A lie because he burned for her. Tired of fighting the attraction.

"You want it," she said knowingly. "And I'm bored, so why not?"

He froze.

She laughed. "Someone is offended." She grabbed his cheeks. "Would it help if I said you're freaking hot and I've been dying to get closer?"

"Will you actually expire if we don't have s*x?" He'd not read about that particular concern with humans, but he knew for a fact he'd barely scratched the surface of them.

"I might. You going to help me?" she purred against the lobe of his ear.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want more cream," she murmured against his mouth. She leaned over to scoop some, and he might have protested, except her empty hand shoved at him, a physical request to lie down.

So he did. She tugged at his shirt and didn't get far one-handed. He removed it, no longer able to fight what happened between him and this woman.

The cream ended up smeared on his chest, with her lapping at it a moment later. The strangeness of it only making it more erotic. The warm licks of her tongue arousing in a way he'd never experienced.

When she was done, it seemed only fair to pin her under him, her shirt pulled up enough to bind her arms overhead.

Her breath came quickly, her cheeks very bright with color, her eyes at half-mast. "Hurry up, I'm still hungry."

Not as hungry as him. He smeared the cream over her breasts, exploring the texture of her skin, memorizing the curve of her body. Discovering a new way to eat that fed more than one hunger.

Her breath hitched, and her skin pimpled as she shivered.

"Are you cold?" Asked as he brushed a thumb over an erect n****e.

Another shiver went through her. "More like too hot."

A slight arch of her back brought her breasts into his palm. He kneaded one, rolling the n****e between his fingers before lowering to lick it. Suck it. Then lick all of the skin. Some of it sweet from the cream. Some of it slightly salty, the true taste of her.

A heady combination. He brought his sweet and salty lips to hers for a kiss while sliding a hand between her thighs to stroke her.

He found her wet.

Hot.

And free of metal parts. It was strange and exciting, especially since he realized her desire was real. No manufactured lube. No winding of cogs to reach orgasm. All her pleasure came from his touch.

She kissed him frantically, nipping at his flesh, grasping at his shoulders. It raised his temperature, frazzled some of his control as need pulsed

He left the sweetness of her mouth to lick his way down her body, slowly caressing and savoring each of her gasps. He paused around her navel, suckling at the skin, teasing with his teeth. He placed a kiss just above her pubes. Her hips twitched. Her legs parted, and he slid a finger in her. Slid it into molten lava.

She moaned, and her hips rocked, asking for more. But he wasn't done playing. He kissed his way back to her breasts. The n*****s standing at attention begged for a bite. He gripped one and bit down.

She cried out, and her core clenched around his finger. He slid a second one in, and her body arched. Clear off the mattress.

"Do it. Orgasm for me," he growled around her breast before sucking the flesh into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her throbbing nub before giving it a bite.

Again, she tightened so wonderfully around his fingers.

He left her breasts alone to pursue another treasure. He licked his way down her stomach, circled past her naval, rubbed his face into her pubes, covering himself in her scent. Marking it so he could remember it later.

He slid his hands under her parted thighs then farther to cup her buttocks. He pulled at her, lifting her clear off the mattress, bringing her s*x in line with his mouth.

He could smell the desire. Musky. Full of pheromones to make even a male all geared up feel aroused. Hard. Throbbing hard.

He bent and tasted her. Flicked his tongue in a long, wet swipe that parted her nether lips.

She cried out and quivered in his grip. But even better, he could feel the core of her pulses on his tongue. He thrust it onto her, tasting, feeling, desiring. . .

He held her a prisoner to his hunger. He feasted on her. Licked the sweet cream until she trembled and cried out, "More. Oh gawdd. . ." The word long and drawn out.

He licked her some more, paying special mind to her button. Stroking the swollen flesh until she panted and began saying his name.

My name.

It was a sexy thing to hear. He returned to thrusting his fingers inside her, three this time, making it oh so tight. But she took it. A good thing to know for later.

He worked her nub with his mouth, knowing how well he pleasured her by how she lost her voice and her body stiffened. He ground his fingers into her, unable to get enough of her heat. Wanting to feel her when she came.

It took rapid flicks of his tongue to get her to finally clench and orgasm. A rigid freezing of all her muscles, including her channel. Then the ripple. As her climax coursed through her, he rode it with his fingers, pushing and shoving while her hips rocked in time to his thrusts.

He let the waves of her pleasure ebb before he pulled his fingers free. His hand went to his pants, and he'd begun to pull them down when she said, in a voice very husky, "Lie on your back."

There was something hungry about her expression. Sensual, too. She rose and shoved at him. Pushed him onto his back, where she then yanked at his breeches, pulling them low enough to expose him.

His erection stood proudly. Even more so the more she stared.

When she touched, he sucked in a breath.

Her gaze dropped. "Is it me or you're missing balls?"

"Only animals have sacs outside their body."

"Are you calling me an animal?" She gripped him tighter.

"Only the male humans." He grinned. Then gasped as she ducked down and licked the tip of his c**k.

Some of his kind chose to replace their phallus. The choice to become asexual appealed to some. Others wanted an enhanced device. But Jwls couldn't imagine anything that could feel better than a pair of lips sliding down the length of him.

She had a firm grasp of his c**k. She squeezed it as she licked, her lithe, pink tongue soft and very wet.

And he was so very, very big.

But she didn't let that daunt her. Slowly, she parted her lips over the head of him and drew him into her mouth. He might have stopped breathing, and his fingers found themselves tangled in her hair.

She sucked him with fervor, bobbing her head up and down, his thickness causing her teeth to graze along his length. His d**k being too long, she kept fisting him as she sucked. Her hand pulsed a rhythm of tight, then tighter, over and over. Drawing him closer and closer to his climax. Making him pant erratically. Actually, shudder and tremble with each new touch.

As if she knew he was close, she worked him faster. And he was tempted to let go. To finish in her mouth. But that meant not getting a taste of the arousal he could smell coming from her.

She was ready again. Which was why he dragged her close, kissed her, his hands on her waist, all the better to position her over his c**k. She wiggled over the head of it, her damp lips parting enough to wet the tip.

"You're a big boy," she murmured against his mouth.

"Go slow." Meant for her benefit and a form of torture for him as she took him at his word.

She dropped slowly over him, the tightness of her taking him bit by little bit. His fingers dug into her hips as he struggled to not thrust. He could sheath himself. One twitch of his hips was all it would take.

But he didn't move. He let her control the pace. When she finally fully seated, he sat on the brink of something incredible. And pleasurable. It almost seemed a shame to ever move again.

As it turned out, moving made it even better. The vise of her channel gripped him as she rocked back and forth on him. She fit him perfectly, stretching just enough to hug him tight.

The more she moved, the less he could control himself. His blood rushed feverishly through his body. All his gears, every nerve. All of it hummed in anticipation.

With his hands firmly gripping, he began to move with her, pushing with his hips, grinding deep.

Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and hot breath. Her body tightened around him.

Her breathing hiccupped into small cries.

He opened his eyes, and as if she knew, she met his gaze and held it as they undulated in rhythm. Found a pattern and rocked to it. Their bodies both steaming, the heat of it almost visible, to the finish.

Pushing.

Grinding.

Wanting.

Coming. . .

He plunged his rod as deep as he could when he came and then froze in perfect bliss as she came, too.

He stopped breathing, and all his gears ground to a blissful halt. An instant of perfection.

And later, when he watched her sleep, he realized this was the beginning of his downfall.