by S. J. Talbot
What we're doing doesn't need words, she thought. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she deliberately brought one of his arms to her lips and kissed his wrist.
His fear vanished, and he dove towards her, kissing her again. She slipped off her skirt and unbuttoned her shirt as he peeled off his uniform. Tausson gazed down at her naked body, then suddenly moved away, kneeling beside her. His long, straight cock pointed at her, covered in the same metallic ripples that were on his arms. It was so shiny it reflected the light, resembling a metal dildo more than an actual man's penis. A rush of heat flooded Tierney's core in anticipation of being filled by that massive silver sword.
"What's the matter?" she asked, breathless.
He'd slipped his arm back through the sleeve of his uniform. When he spoke, the electronic voice of the translator spoke for him, and she missed his unaccompanied voice.
"I want to do this right," he said. "I don't want it to be like pairing." With a vulnerability that made her heart ache, he asked, "Will you show me how?"
Though the throbbing between her legs ached for the release only he could give, she sat up and took his face in her hands. "Pairing is loveless," she said. Her hard nipples brushed against his steely skin as she leaned in and kissed him again. She moved to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. His hands slid up her body, then back down, resting just above the curve of her rear. She brought her lips to his ear, gently tugging on it with her teeth before whispering, "Make love to me. Show me how you make love."
Tausson's hunger burned in his silver eyes as he tossed his uniform aside once again. He took her arms and slowly pulled her to her knees in front of him, bringing her so close that his stiff metal rod jabbed her in the stomach, making her legs quiver with need. Gently he spun her around to face away from him, and running his hands up her back, he tenderly pushed her shoulders until she was on all fours. His hands, so cool against her hot skin, sent a thrilling shiver through her as they traveled back down, cupping and squeezing her butt. She moaned and bit her lip to keep from calling out, from telling him to take her. He needed to do this his way. He needed to show her what he knew.
His cock, cool as the metal it was, kissed the lips between her thighs, but didn't enter. She shuddered, arching her back, wanting to throw herself backwards and take him herself, but still she waited, leaning down on her elbows and touching her forehead to the floor to lock herself in place.
His hands wrapped around her hips, and his cock at last glided into her. The metallic lines that had been so smooth on his arms, were raised on his cock, and she gasped as the rippling bumps massaged her opening. His cold, hard skin dove into her, deep into her, and she moaned with contentment as his hips curled against her from behind.
He let out a long breath, holding his icy sword frozen inside of her for a long, agonizing moment. Once again Tierney wanted to speak, to tell him what she needed, but she focused on the feel of him pushing against her from the inside, so stiff and unyielding it was almost hard to believe it was him and not some sort of toy. She focused on his hands, pinching her waist, and on his balls pressing against her clit, and prayed for more.
When he finally did slide back, he pulled out nearly all the way, and she cried out, afraid he was leaving her entirely. But instead he entered her again, and held still again.
"Tausson," she moaned, shuddering in painful pleasure.
As if waiting for just such a signal, he suddenly jerked his hips back and thrust into her at a frenzied pace. This is what Tierney had been aching for. His cock, still cold despite being wrapped in her boiling heat, slammed against her wall of pleasure over and over, detonating shockwaves of bliss with every hammering thrust, until she exploded in a blinding wave of ecstasy.
Her muscles clenched around his rod, squeezing him, swallowing him even deeper into herself as her body roared in rapturous orgasm. Tausson cried out, pinching her waist too tightly, but the pain only heightened her pleasure. Sounding half-elated, half-confused he shuddered within her, and she felt him pour into her.
From the moment he entered her until it was over couldn't have lasted more than a minute, but it was the best sex she'd ever had.
Clementine was right, she thought, her body trembling as aftershocks of bliss coursed through her. Being partly metal does make the sex even better.
"Malha halath?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
She had an idea of what he was talking about, but knew he wouldn't understand even if she told him. He must have realized that too, because he tugged his softened cock out of her. Even that movement sent residual tremors through her, and with shaking legs and arms she lay on her back, watching as he slipped his arm back in his suit.
"What happened?" he asked, sitting back against the wall, looking stunned.
She smiled, enjoying seeing him so disoriented. "You mean with you? Or with me?"
He gave a soft cough of embarrassment. "With you. Delivery is normal for the male, but that's never... no other woman has ever..."
"None of your other mates ever had an orgasm before?"
He shook his head.
"Yikes. That's about as unfair as it can get."
"It feels... enjoyable?"
Tierney laughed. "Was it enjoyable for you?"
His cock gave a small twitch as if in response. "It was unlike anything I've ever experienced. I've paired thousands --"
"Ahem," she said, giving a little cough. "No need to go into that, thank you very much."
He stared down at her, his shock slowly melting into a warm smile. Dragging his uniform along with him, he lay down on his side next to her. "Pairing has never felt like that. What you did, your entry point closing in around me, drawing the seed out of my organ, was... indescribable."
"Entry point? Organ?" she repeated with a grimace. "That's what you call them?"
His smile widened. "What do humans call them?" He ran his fingers over her hair, following some wayward strands over her shoulder and circling her nipple. It rose and hardened under his touch, and Tierney felt his cock twitch against her leg.
"The technical terms are vagina for the women, and penis for the men," she said, "but those aren't particularly sexy names." She could feel her cheeks redden from having to explain such a thing to a grown man. "I've actually always found it hot when a guy calls it a pussy." She never would have said such a thing to any of her previous boyfriends, but she knew she could be honest with Tausson without any risk of being judged.
His palm brushed against her other nipple, and it reached out for him as the other had. Despite having been filled just minutes before, her core pulsed with desire, calling out for more. Tausson's rod tapped against her leg again, as if hearing the call.
"And the man?" he asked, his rumbling voice sending a hot shiver up her spine.
Looking up into his silver eyes, Tierney couldn't believe she was already getting aroused again. The cool, rippled touch of him growing against her thigh told her he was interested in a second round too.
"Cock," she said.
With a flash of wicked mischief in his eye, he leaned over and nuzzled against her neck. As she had done to him before, he kissed her shoulder, her throat, tracing a path up to her ear and then nipping her earlobe.
"Tierney," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, "I want to put my cock in your pussy again."
A wave of desire crashed through her at his words, and she rolled over to face him. He was surprised at her sudden movement, but when she pushed him onto his back the same heat burned in his eyes.
"I want your cock in my pussy again," she said, swinging one leg over him and straddling his rock hard stomach. Running her hands up his rippling chest and along his arms, she brought her face to his. "But this time, we're doing it my way."
21
Tierney's steaming, sticky wetness rubbed on Tausson's stomach, making his organ -- no, his cock -- harden even more. Her hair fell around them like a curtain, blocking out the light and making her words hang in the hot air.
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bsp; Tausson felt her slide his arm out of his mechasuit, and grab his hands to pull him up. He tried to draw her naked body against his, but she stepped away, smiling as she guided him across the room to lie on the couch. Again he reached for her, but she pushed his arms above his head and held them against the cushions in an obvious command to stay. He could have easily overpowered her, but now it was her turn to show him how to make love, and he was desperate to learn.
She got on all fours over him, tracing his face with a trail of kisses, then moving lower, down his throat, to the middle of his chest. Her hair was like tiny fingers, tickling as it glided over his face. He felt her hot breath on his nipple, and when she lightly bit down he cried out, a burning wave of fire coursing through his body. She did the same to the other, and he bit his lip, blood rushing into his cock. She was so close above him that it tapped against her smooth stomach, and she pressed down lightly on it, locking it against her skin and rocking her hips. The teasing motion was maddening, and he reached for her, wanting to guide her onto him.
"Uh-uh," she said playfully, leaning back to take his hands off her hips and return them to where she had placed them. She whispered something in his ear, and even though he couldn't understand it, he heard the promise in it. Steeling himself against his need, he kept his hands still, eager to know what she would do next.
Hovering over him on all fours again, she continued her oral exploration of his body. Her breath and lips were like hot coals, singeing his skin with a blissful pain that made his mind whirl with craving. And always her hair, following her kisses, falling across him like a cool balm, stimulated every nerve until his entire body sang for her.
The farther down she traveled, the tighter his cock became. When her face was hardly an inch from his shaft, she parted her hair and gazed up at him with a devilish knowing in her eyes. He tried to guess what she was hinting at, but not in his wildest dreams could he have ever imagined her tongue painting a broad, wet stroke around his erection.
His head fell back as his body spasmed with pleasure. Her mouth closed around his balls, and his cock threatened to burst, even leaking a trickle of seed down his shaft. When Tierney's tongue ran up to lick the drips, Tausson moaned, clutching the couch cushions in his fist as he fought the urge for release.
She kissed the tip of his cock and smiled that devilish smile again. Then, driving him to new heights of desperation, she closed her mouth around him and slid her wet mouth down.
Though it was still being inside her, having his cock in her mouth was nothing like being in her pussy. Her hot breath steamed against his skin, while her lips and tongue danced back and forth. His own hips rocked gently, adding his own motion to hers, and when he felt the back of her throat push against his peak, he bit down hard on his own lips, not wanting the rhapsody of aching pleasure to end.
Sliding her mouth off of him, she once again straddled him, bringing her pussy to the very tip of his cock. Having her there, so tantalizingly close, yet not wrapped around him, was too much. Without realizing what he was doing, he gripped her hips and slammed her body down onto his. Her eyes widened in surprise at his demand, but they burned with the same hunger he felt, and she smiled, gripping his hands in her own.
Just like before, she fit him perfectly, and he groaned in delight as his cock crashed against her inside wall. Even though having her on him slaked some of his desire, because he was on his back he couldn't move as freely as he wished. She was setting the speed of their motions, and she ground slowly into him, rocking her hips in circling motions.
Tierney tugged at his hands, bringing them up her sides and to her breasts. He hadn't had the presence of mind to explore them himself, but now he cradled their weight, feeling her nipples stiff against his palms. They were more glorious than he'd imagined they would be. Too big for his hands, they spilled over, and he tightened his grip, squeezing the firm spheres of flesh.
Leaving him to his own discoveries, she slid one of her hands down to her pussy, rubbing the swollen mound just above where his cock was buried within her. He felt the pressure of her fingers through her body, and he cried out, almost exploding inside her. She smiled at him, and he wished he knew what she was saying when she whispered to him, but a moment later he guessed what her words had meant.
Closing her eyes, her face tight with concentrated pleasure, she continued rubbing herself but also rocked her hips up and down, giving Tausson the friction he so desperately needed. Sliding his hands down her body, he gripped her hips and pounded his cock up into her, crazed by the sensation of having his whole self inside her over and over again.
"Tausson!" she cried, her mouth hanging open, her eyes closed, her hair cascading around her. She had never looked so beautiful, and his name had never sounded so powerful.
"Tierney!" he whispered in reply, repeating her name again and again with every thrust.
Her body stilled, going stiff, and he felt her clench and squeeze around his cock like she had before, sucking the seed out of him, drenching him with her oil. He had no choice but to give in, flooding her, filling her, wanting this feeling to never end, wanting to live inside her, to never be divided again.
She fell upon him, her breasts pressed between them, her hair falling over them like a blanket, his cock slowly softening inside her. She spoke again, and although he still didn't have his translator, he knew what she said, and he repeated it to her.
"I love you."
22
Tierney awoke on the couch, alone, with an ache in her heart. Last night had been incredible -- worthy of her last on Earth -- but though Tausson had stayed late into the night, he'd left just before she fell asleep. Carterra could apparently only cover for him for so long, and there was no guarantee that Chief Raleth wouldn't send someone down to check on him if he was gone for too long.
Now it was morning, and he was back on the Irral, once again the property of the Relican Squad. Before he left, he'd promised he'd find a way to keep them together, but she knew the reality was that he had no way of keeping that promise. The Relicans didn't care if Tierney and Tausson were in love; they didn't know the meaning of the word.
At least I'll always have the memory of last night, she thought, her sore thighs quivering at the memory of his touch.
She glanced up at her phone and saw that it was a few hours before they were scheduled to convey. She could smell Tausson, his metallic scent lingering on the couch, on her, and knew that if someone else came within a yard of her, they'd probably guess what had happened. Not that she was ashamed, but she didn't need the whole world -- literally, at this point, with so few people left on the planet -- knowing about her personal life. Slowly climbing out of bed, she threw on the same clothes she'd ripped off while beneath Tausson's naked body and went to take a shower.
Still daydreaming about the night she'd had, she didn't notice that her office door was open. Even though there was hardly anyone left in the building, she'd closed it out of habit. Strolling right in, she felt a chill pass over her as she sensed someone watching her. But before she could turn around, a cloth was jammed in her mouth and a bag dropped over her head, shrouding the world in darkness.
She tried to scream, but the gag prevented her from making more than a soft whimper. Kicking and flailing, she felt herself lifted off the floor by two men, one at her shoulders and one at her feet. They carried her down the hall and through the nearly empty building. Tierney tried to map in her mind where they took her, but she was so disoriented that she lost track of their path.
Finally they set her down on the floor, and one of them held her down while the other began unzipping her skirt. Tierney renewed her struggles, but the men were too strong. Soon she was completely naked, and she feared that these men were going to finish what Jonas had started the night before. But although one set of hands did grab one of her breasts, they did nothing else other than throw her into a small room and close the door.
"Tierney?"
Nelle?
Tierney rippe
d the bag off her head to see the President, also naked, sitting on the floor of a dim utility closet in front of her. Pulling the gag out of her mouth, Tierney stood and rattled the doorknob, but it was locked.
"What the hell is going on?" she demanded, pounding on the door. "Where are we?"
"I believe we're in the basement, in one of the cleaning closets," said Nelle, her throat hoarse.
"Help!" Tierney cried.
"I've been calling for hours," Nelle said. "The only people left are on the other side of the building, getting ready to convey."
Tierney turned towards her friend, then looked away out of respect for her nudity. "Who did this?" she asked. "Why are they doing this?"
"My guess is as good as yours, and I bet your first guess is mine too."
Closing her eyes and banging her forehead against the door, Tierney said, "Caleb." Shivering, she rubbed her bare arms. "But why naked? If he wants us to die, why does he care if we're dressed?"
"I didn't get it before, but now that you're here, I think it probably has something to do with him trying to set us up for humiliation if we are found and rescued. I'm surprised they didn't bring you here earlier, considering there was a slim possibility of my being found alone."
Tierney guessed why she hadn't been taken earlier, and the thought that someone had been spying on her while making love to Tausson made her sick to her stomach.
"Well we can't give up. Conveyance isn't scheduled for another two hours. Someone might hear us if we make a racket."
Nelle stood and grabbed a nearby mop. "Alright. Let's give it a shot." She started cracking the handle against the ceiling, while Tierney pounded her fist against the door.
As they filled their tiny space with as much noise as they could, Tierney thought of Tausson, floating in space hundreds of miles above her. Would he hear her? Would he come to their rescue?
