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Cruzing (ff/fff/mf/nc/bd/ds/alien/startrek)
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CRUZING
Chapter Six: Command Perogatives (part 6e)
It took every ounce of Hick' strength to hold his commanding officer's
wrists high in his vice-like grip. Using his superior mass, Hicks
simultaneously stepped inside her legs with his right foot, hooking his
foot behind her left heel. He then tripped her backwards roughly against
the sink, trapping her knees with his and incidentally protecting his
testicles. With preternatural skill, Vas managed to kick him in the shin
(not much strength on it, because her knee was trapped). But the kick
partially freed her left knee, which she then used, with awesome speed and
ferocity, to 1) knee him in the stomach, 2) jab him hard in the ribs, and
3) lever her left leg free, which she used to jab the *hard* point of her
toe into his leg, narrowly missing his right kneecap. Instead of fighting
the pain, Hicks accepted it, like Vas herself had taught him, using it to
center himself. Keeping her arms trapped above her head, he slammed her
hands violently against the mirror behind her, shattering the glass and
bringing from her another small cry of pain. She was nightmarishly
strong, and again, to her credit, it took three repetitions of that
maneuver to loose the gun from her hands. Finally, the weapon and the
remains of the mirror fell to the tile with a clatter.
Keeping her hands pinned, Hicks lifted Vas by her arms onto the sink, and
simultaneously forced his body between her legs, spreading them wide to
either side of his hips and rendering them largely ineffective. Every
*single* muscle on her wet, slippery body seemed to be rigid. He rammed
her back hard against the wall behind the sink, actually breaking the
mounting of the now shattered mirror. Remarkably, her jaw set tighter,
and she gave a small grunt, but that was it. Hicks again looked her body
over, more deliberately this time. Vas' eyes watched his with a hungry,
animal intensity. From her toes to pinned arms, he examined in depth
every inch of her body. She patiently accepted his examination without
comment, but she didn't relax for one moment, and Hicks had to apply
steady and considerable force to keep the fierce young Cruzer from
escaping his iron grip.
"I think you're worth more than half-price," Hicks told her quietly, now
looking her in the eyes. "Considerably more." He looked deep into the
inky blackness, focusing his concentration. Neither spoke, and for a long
minute the only sounds in the small bathroom were the hissing of the
shower and their quiet breathing. --Careful-- Finally, after what
seemed an eternity, the woman began to slowly relax. Carefully, Hicks
slid one of his hands over both of her small wrists, and pressed them
*firmly* against the wall. She watched him like a snake. With one hand
thus free, he reached into the back of his pants and retrieved a pair of
security binders.
When the binders slid around Vas' wrists and clicked home, a low, soft
moan escaped Vas' lips.
Hicks looked at her smiling. "I win," he said simply. "You gonna be a
good girl?"
Vas looked at him like he'd just run his tongue over her soul. "I'm all
yours, lover," she told him in a low quiet voice that quivered slightly
with arousal. "Enjoy. . ."
With deliberate intent, Hicks slowly bent his face to hers, and kissed her
sweet lips, caressing them with his own. Their tongues entwined slowly,
sharing a gentle yet passionate embrace. Hicks's hands began to move down
the woman's muscular arms, feeling the tension ebb from beneath the
sweat-slick skin. With a smooth motion, Hicks slipped his arms around her
back, moving one hand up to caress the short, black hair at the nape of
her neck. Their tongues slipped back and forth in each other's mouths for
several long minutes, until Hicks sensed that the woman was out of breath,
gasping lightly. Trembling in his embrace, she looked at him in wonder,
her eyes clouded with emotions totally unfamiliar to her.
"You okay?" Hicks asked softly, brushing his lips against her cheek.
"Yeah," Vas said simply, "I'm so fucking perfect you wouldn't believe it.
. ." she touched her lips to his again with a slight, softly moaned "Ohh.
. ." They kissed sensually for another long minute. When Hicks broke
this second kiss, his commanding officer was breathing hard, and her eyes
were closed. When she opened them, Hicks saw in her eyes the open
invitation to fuck her senseless. "Did you bring the razor?" she
breathed.
Hicks reached into his back pocket, still holding Vas wrists pinned over
her head. He showed the literally *razor* sharp tool to Vas, holding it
close in front of her face. The shiny metal blade seemed to devastate
Vas, her breath momentarily catching in her throat, her brows furrowing
with sexual tension. "Awesome. . ." she breathed, before carefully
extending her long, pink tongue to *lick* the blade slowly, almost
thoughtfully. Her eyes never left his. --A man could lose himself in
there-- came the unbidden thought to Hicks.
"Be prepared, that's my motto," he grinned.
Hicks carefully put the razor between Vas' teeth, and then lifted her off
of the sink and put her over his shoulder, carrying her rather like a
spoil of war. He took her back into the bedroom, and laid her down on the
bed. He then used the binders to bind her wrists over her head to the
duralloy headboard of the bid. He paused, surveying his handiwork. He
took back the razor, and replaced it with his mouth, kissing his commander
again, deeply, licking at the inside of her mouth, savoring the slight
spice of her saliva. When he broke it, Vas licked her lips, savoring his
taste. He began to slowly run his hands over her incredible body while
she silently watched, feeling her muscular arms and shoulders. His hands
slid to her armpits, and gently stroked the moist, matted hair there. Vas
moaned softly. The smell rising from her body was incredible, equal parts
Vargr, sweat, and soap.
Abruptly deciding that it was time to take care of business, Hicks stood
up and stripped for his commander, showing her his own muscular, pale,
well-sculpted body.
No words were spoken as Hicks began to prepare Vas for her upcoming
shaving. Hicks saw that Vas' incredible penis had begun to slip forth;
she was obviously incredibly turned on. About four inches of the bright
red shaft had slid out of its tight, moist sheath, and was sliding back
and forth in the most amazingly kinky way.
Satisfied with the position and readiness of both himself and his
commanding officer, Hicks moved slowly over to the side of the bed,
letting Vas have a good look at his body, his penis. He took himself in
his hand and stroked slowly, milking a large drop of clear, preliminary
semen from the tip. Vas looked at it hungrily, a look which Hicks
noticed. He carefully wiped it onto his fingertip, where it glistened
like a lusty dewdrop. Without speaking, he reached down and slowly rubbed
the slippery fluid over Vas' lower lip. The look she gave him was intense
enough to cleave dilithium.
"God, where to start?" Hicks breathed, surveying his commander's hairy
body. A slow, relaxed smile crept across her features, as Vas accepted
the situation. Moving smoothly, now sure of himself, Hicks slid onto the
bed and straddled Vas' torso. He moved his thick, penis to within inches
of her face, and let her smell his masculinity, letting her get accustomed
to it. Her eyes were transfixed by its heavy, beautifully sculpted length
for long moments, before they flicked up to meet his. She waited
patiently for his next move.
She didn't have to wait long. Slipping a hand around the back of her
head, Hicks gently brought it forward towards his penis. Carefully, he
began to feed her his cock, letting her take it slowly, but giving her
every inch. Vas readily took the whole length down her throat, smoothly
swallowing, and grunting softly one or twice (Cruzers have no gag reflex).
Her tongue was *alive* everywhere on his cock, and never stopped
caressing the sensitive underside of the smooth, firm shaft. Hicks
marveled at the way the muscles of her jaw and throat worked, like a fine,
precision machine that was simultaneously a work of art. Every muscle,
every surface inside her mouth unified to bring him to orgasm. Hicks had
never experienced such a blowjob, devastating in its perfection. She
sucked, nibbled, *bit*, sucked some more, slipped her mouth up and down,
up and down, bit again, sucked some more. Her rhythm was unpredictable,
and conspired quickly to quicken his breath and bring up a lovely, anxious
itch out of his belly and into his cock.
She was watching him now, seeing the approach of his orgasm reflected in
his eyes, hearing it in his breath, *smelling* it in her nostrils, so
thick that for her it overpowered the Vargr's lingering scent still
clinging to her body. She went after his orgasm like both their lives
depended on it, chasing it, running it down, attacking it with a smooth,
restrained frenzy that was gentle and insane at the same time. Hicks
found himself slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth, but not because he
needed it for his own enjoyment; rather, it seemed to inspire Vas to renew
her efforts. She looked like she hadn't had a drink in a month, and was
drinking at an oasis. Her breath whistled through her flaring nostrils,
sweat ran down the side of her face. Under his ass, Hicks could feel the
moist heat of her body. He reached down and began to stroke her damp
hair.
"That's it baby, so good. . . so good," he urged gently, his voice horse,
showing the strain. He was sweating now too, getting so close to climax.
"God dammit, you know *just* how to suck. . ." What amazed Hicks the most
was that Vas at no time had to suck quickly; her technique was all in the
precise areas her tongue would touch and swab, the timing of her gentle
biting combined with the suction of her lips and throat, the way she
controlled penetration, and the potent muscularity of her throat. Maybe
since she also had a penis, she knew how to pleasure one all the more
intimately.
And then, he was there. He slid reluctantly out of her mouth, angled his
body to the side, nestled his cock into the sweaty hair of her left
armpit, and came all over it, incidentally raking her shoulder and left
breast with his semen. Vas watched intently, with a fierce look of
concentration, and Hicks watched her nostrils flare *wide* as she breathed
in his orgasm. She let out a very low, animal growl.
The razor was in Hicks hand in a heartbeat. "Hold still, now," he gently
told her, still slightly out of breath, to which she nodded a short
affirmation. He massaged the warm semen into the bristly hair, until the
whole of her underarm was slippery and the hair clung wetly to her skin.
Scrape. . . Scrape. . . Scrape. . .
Hicks bent to his task with combat intensity. Vas' pubic hair was very
tough and thick, and Hicks had to proceed slowly. Also, the razor was
indeed very sharp, necessitating great care. It was precision work of the
most intimate kind. After every scrape, Hicks wiped the blade clean on
the pillow right next to Vas' head, letting her see her own underarm hair
coming off one stroke at a time. Vas was clearly getting off on the
intensity of the scene; her lips were pulled back, revealing her sharp,
white teeth, she was breathing deeply, and under half-lidded lids, her
eyes watched in naked, lusty hypnotism every detail of her shaving by her
subordinate. Then Hicks began to lick her clean after every stroke of the
razor, tasting his own semen commingled with her sweat. This drove Vas
absolutely crazy, Hicks noted with satisfaction, and he heard her utter
"ohhh, god!" in the barest whisper. Her breath was coming in small,
urgent gasps.
Scrape. . . Scrape. . . Scrape. . .
Hicks felt something wet and warm spatter his ass. Turning around to
look, he was momentarily shocked by the sight of her fully emerged and
erect penis standing stiff and upright from the upper split of her vagina.
It was dribbling clear fluid down the shaft and onto her belly, but would
occasionally issue a longer, more potent squirt which, for the most part
landed on her own chest, but also was now raking Hicks' back and ass.
Hicks examined with awe the sheer animal attractiveness of the huge, fiery
red organ, the weird beauty of its thick foreshaft and reverse-taper, the
delicate grace of the fleshy, pointed tip, the oddly masculine symmetry of
the beveled, bilaterally sculpted glans. Totally alien, absolutely
gorgeous, fucking kinky as hell.
Hicks turned back to Vas, who was looking at him intensely. She knew what
he'd been looking at, and awaited his reaction. But instead of speaking,
Hicks leaned down slowly and kissed his commanding officer with sweet, hot
passion, covering her mouth with his, sensually probing every corner of
her mouth. When he broke it, she gave him a look that indicated she
trusted him with her life.
"You have *the* most beautiful cock I've ever seen, sir," Hicks told her,
deliberately addressing her as his commanding officer. "After I finish
shaving under your arms, I'm going to suck your cock until you come all
over yourself." Hicks leaned closer to her, his lips brushing hers as he
spoke. "Then I'm going to shave you bare. . ."
Hicks had other plans to attend to first, however. He finished shaving
her left armpit and licked it clean intimately, and then licked it some
more because he liked the noises she made while he did it, sort of a sexy
groan that kept repeating itself. He then observed his handiwork, proud
not to have cut her even once. Where he'd shaved off her pubic hair, the
skin was darker than it was elsewhere, as the pubic hair follicles were
quite large and dense, moreso than for a human. A Cruzer's pubic hair was
more or less half-way between hair and fur, and Vas was no exception. The
shaved skin was *quite* smooth, however, and Hicks enjoyed himself for a
moment by slowly rubbing his fingertip back and forth over the wet,
smooth, tender flesh. His commanding officer moaned deeply, and Hicks
felt the warm, wet squirting of her semen hit him between the shoulder
blades. --Shit, she was potent!-- Hicks turned to look at her penis,
just in time to see another squirt shoot three feet in the air, wetting
the sheet next to her. Hicks saw several other wet stains on the sheets
surrounding her.
Unable to stand it any longer, Hicks again straddled her chest, feeling
the swell of her full tits under him. He felt the sticky sap from her
nipples smear the backs of his thighs. This time he tangled her fingers
in the short thicket of sweat-moist hair at the back of her head, and
brought her head forward just a little roughly. She seemed to like that,
issuing a soft groan of arousal, which turned rather wet-sounding when he
began to feed her cock. Again, he was a little more forceful this time,
sliding into her throat at his pace, not hers. Vas adjusted like a
professional whore, relaxing her throat during penetration, tensing it
upon withdrawal, allowing her teeth to lightly scrape the underside of
Hicks slippery cock. She took all eleven inches, over and over.
"Come on, baby, that it," Hicks urged softly, gently. He lifted his ass
from her chest, feeling her sticky nipples pull away with reluctance from
the back of his thighs, so as to be able to thrust more deeply into her
mouth. "Get us some more come to work with." Vas began to make small
noises of arousal, tiny grunts and moans testifying to how much the scene
was blowing her away. Soon, Hicks joined her, feeling the approaching
orgasm beginning to leak into his cock. This would be his third inside an
hour, and was approaching like the shockwave of a supernova.
All at once, he was there again, and Hicks wasn't quite fast enough this
time, and so treated Vas' mouth to a long, potent gout of semen before he
could pull free. He sprayed semen all over her right cheek before his aim
sharpened, finally wetting her right armpit. This time, Hicks used his
tongue to lick the salty ejaculate into the dark, musky hair. His
commander was sweating like a bushboar from his native Malibu, but
strangely, for all her worry, she seemed to be responding very well to the
fuck scene she had so carefully engineered. She appeared very relaxed,
obviously enjoying herself sexually, clearly aroused by her lieutenant's
powerful masculinity, and totally content to let him shave her bare. She
patiently observed the shaving of her right underarm, watching with wide,
black eyes as the pubic hair was scraped gently away and the resulting
bare skin licked clean. Hicks was very attentive with her, and paused
occasionally to kiss her broad shoulder or gently tongue the veiny swell
of her bicep, licking away the beaded perspiration.
Finally, Hicks leaned back up and kissed Vas sensually and deeply, sharing
his respect and admiration for her. It was astoundingly erotic to kiss
Vas, his commanding officer. He broke it exceedingly gently, his tongue
softly licking along her lips before parting. Hicks was suddenly struck
by just how vulnerable the Cruzer had made herself with him. She'd laid
it *all* on the line, and all because she'd wanted to show him how
grateful she was to him, for his help and support. She'd given her body
totally to him, in such a way as to be mutually arousing. He knew he'd
give his life for her without question.
"If it's all right with you, sir," Hicks asked Vas, looking deep into her
huge, dark eyes, "I'd really like to suck your cock until you come, and
then shave your pussy with your own semen." He waited for an answer,
relishing his orders.
Vas looked at him with slightly glazed (but thankfully totally black)
eyes, as if summing up the depth of his commitment to her. "Well, they
ain't paying you by the hour. . ." she said, satisfied, in a soft but firm
voice that held the promise of absolute cooperation. Hicks needed no
further prompting, and immediately settled comfortably between her
muscular legs. He began to gently lick the pubic hair surrounding her
vagina and penis, his nostrils filled with the heavy, spicy scent of her
dribbling cock. Her ridged belly was already stained with her semen, and
as Hicks licked his way through the musky pubic hair to the base of her
penis, he began to taste the fluid.
"Outstanding. . ." he breathed softly as he licked her clean, much as a
cat would lick clean a newborn kitten: thoroughly and patiently. Her
flavor was strong, stronger than that of a human male, and a bit animal,
ferally tangy but cut with a very complex biological sweetness that Hicks
couldn't begin to identify. He found it strangely compelling, and wanted
more. His eyes flicked up to those of his commanding officer, to find her
watching his every move. He saw her ever so slightly arch her eyebrows,
silently indicating the obvious question: "When are you going to put your
mouth on me?"
Vas watched with outward calm as her second officer's tongue slipped out
and gently licked the base of her penis, circling the sheath, licking away
the semen from the tight folds, before opening his mouth and planting his
lips on the shaft. Inside, however, she was going slightly insane with
sexual tension. She *knew* that her orgasm was going to be torrential.
Her calm deteriorated significantly as Hicks hot mouth slid up to the apex
of her massive erection, while his hand encircled her penis at its
constricted midshaft taper, right behind the greater thickness of the
foreshaft. He watched her face as he licked away the slippery trails of
semen from each urethra in turn, and then ran his tongue all over the
wedge-shaped glans. It was just then that Vas sprayed Hicks' tongue and
lips with a particularly forceful spurt of clear, slippery preliminary
ejaculate from the upper cleft, followed a moment later by an ever bigger
squirt from the lower cleft. Hicks abruptly lost all of his composure and
devoured her beautiful penis all the way down to his own hand. He began
to suck her intimately, strongly, lovingly.
Vas slipped into a private little world of lust as she watched Hicks blow
her expertly. The man had obviously had *substantial* practice. He used
his lips and tongue to best effect, but he had the most devious way of
sucking *strongly* but smoothly. If Vas fellatio technique revolved
around finesse, skillful variation of pressure and tempo, and gentle
biting, Hicks' skill lay in more of a "siege and conquer" style involving
direct, firm, strong stimulation of the penis with emphasis on suction and
thrusting. Whereas Vas tended to slid her mouth up and down a penis more
slowly, she worked more intimately on each stroke; Hicks tended to let the
thrust provide some of the pleasure, in conjunction with the slippery
friction of his mouth and throat. Perhaps Vas' approach was more
feminine, while Hicks' was decidedly masculine. Either way, the result
was inevitably a messy, wonderful orgasm.
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