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 Post subject: A Few of my Favorite Things [Tag: Auzdein]
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* This thread picks up where An ODST Picnic left off.

by Cyd Bishop

It seemed that it must have been sometime since the last pilot had given the cockpit a bit of care. It was either that, or Cyd was a bit OCD with the part of the small ship that would be her home for the next 'term'. There were wires that needed mending, panels loose, computer chips that were nearly fried. Of course, none of this was visible to the naked eye. If one were to stand behind the pilot’s chair, they would have not seen a single flaw. The former pilot must have been a master had keeping his 'nose' clean, just not so much with the actual care needed to keep the ship pristine.

Cyd Bishop was anything, but like the former pilot. And while she had to make do with what was on hand to change out parts, wires, and clean things up, the blonde would make it nearly perfect. And so, she'd been doing so since early morning. The pair of dark olive cargo pants she was wearing now bore the marks of small 'war' wounds, black smudges and one tear just beneath the seat of her ***. The sleeves of her dark blue Henley were rolled up above her elbows, showing open scratch on her forearm still with fresh blood, and more dark 'soil'.

While most women would have not allowed themselves in this state, Cyd loved it. She was a Spartan Athenaen, after all; a new version of the warriors of long ago, yet embraced into this very modern era. The colony so removed from others, it bred within it a fierce and loyal new 'race' of Spartans. However, this new Sparta had a few 'additions', and those would be the women who chose to serve in the military, like Cyd.

With her back on the floor, she was hardly visible from beneath the control panel. Only her lifted and bent knees could be seen, along with the pair of square-toed, dark brown boots, which she wore like a 'security' blanket. They were Cyd's boots, and not much came between her and her favorite footwear.

Long fingers entwined within the wires, digging out the loose and worn with one hand, while she used a pair of wire cutters to trim away the frayed bits. She had to do all of this quick, and precise. Like weaving a tapestry however, she could have done this blind. Flying and puzzles; these were a couple of Cyd's favorite things.

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by Auzdein von Himmler

Auz had been watching his new pilot from just within the hatch to her new cockpit, undressing her with his eyes, despising the Outlander custom of wearing clothing, and wondering about the validity behind the name of her home-world, Athena IV. He held the Spartans of Earth-That-Was to be very near and dear to his heart and calling. Much of his society and own home, in fact, had been based closely and directly upon them. Taking their name was a serious and seemingly boastful move in his eyes, and though she had earned her place amongst him and his on this astronomically distant extension of his society, hailing from such a named planet would keep his expectations of her constant and high. To call something "Athena" or “Sparta” without it being Spartan, was like the fake Marines who didn't do any Marine work, yet wore the camouflage utilities and name-tapes as if they were the same.

Auz kept the interior of his ship as deceptive as the exterior. It wasn’t that he left it in a poor state of repair or upkeep; he wanted to make sure his ship looked far less capable than it truly was, and he wanted to keep creating subtle opportunities to observe his crew and see how ‘locked-on’ they all were. Things would never be in as much disarray as they had been during each teammate’s indoctrination training, but every now and then something would 'conveniently' go wrong, and Auz would participate in the 'fixing' to be right up on and next to whoever’s specialty was to deal with it. He wouldn't micromanage or doubt, but he would always test just enough to keep them sharp as tacks, but never enough to 'dull and shrink the blade'.

Cyd's pairing of a Henley with worn, olive cargo pants was the kind of preppy-grungy-functional style he enjoyed just about as much as the go-go dancer outfits of the 45-and-counting entertainment clubs back home. Women had to have flare, style, class, and originality, as well as a serious, burning desire to proudly show off their curves, or else, in his mind, they rated a boot out the air lock and into the wondrous 'Black' where they would promptly freeze while exploding; a fair and fitting fate for a female who did not love being precisely that. In his time since the foundation of his city, he had booted untold numbers of Outlanders out in-to such without losing a single night of sleep; in fact, each booting had helped him sleep better.

Still studying her despite the cockpit chairs and shadows masking her prone and open position, he imagined how his finger and thumb would feel sliding together from her taint and clit, until they were slipping between the tight lips and up into her *****. His vision had him smelling the heavenly aroma that glistening pink slit would produce upon such touch and stirring -how those fingers would taste, whetting his appetite as his salivary glands fired up to share his own liquids with her as the two orifices pressed warmly and tightly together for an adventure in stimulation that would take hours upon hours. Auz could eat a quality ***** out for days. It was too bad she was an Outlander, and probably, he surmised, did not share his appetite for oral.

Her boots came unlaced in his eyes. Something about unlaced combat- or working-boots on a hot girl just 'did it' for him. He imagined her walking up to him, plopping down on his lap straddling him with those things still on; their laces dangling as he rocked his head back to rest upon the padding of the seat behind his neck, and just grinding and bucking up into her as they swayed back and forth a foot or two down at his sides. The vision faded, his member -now a chub- flexed in his boxer-briefs. Auz allowed an audible breath, in case she hadn't already sensed him standing there, or his eyes upon her and penetrating her aura to get straight to her taut flesh.

In his own working clothes, his attire consisted of black cargo pants with pockets protected by plastic zippers under cloth flaps and over inner Ziploc seals. The pants were tucked neatly into black Converse sneaker-boots intelligently made with both speed-laces and side-zippers. An olive green t-shirt, fitted to his toned torso, clung to him with only a few wrinkles and folds for flavor, and clearly displayed his musculature -one which would spin most Outlanders into a state of instant jealousy, insecurity, and fear. Auz was random; sometimes he wouldn't give his targets any warning, while other times all he would have to do is flex up his entire chest as if he was about to rage and pounce, and that was all it took. Even when he wasn't forecasting his anger and blows, however, just the look of him was enough to ensure everyone knew what he could do. None of it was 'water-weight' from Creatine or 'roids; Auz was religious against taking any artificial or supplemental dietary items. He ate lean meats from time to time, raw fruits and vegetables of all varieties, tree nuts, mushrooms, and drank only the amount of water and fruit juice his body told him it needed. He had made himself a finely tuned machine, and counted himself lucky and blessed to have loved every minute of it, craving none of the 'others' ' (Outlanders') ways.

Eyes fixed like an eagle's or owl's upon the tear revealing some of her panties and ***, and his statuesque face received the cool temperature and faint, wafting odors of electrical work and leather seat padding. His tongue slowly dipped in and out of the small saliva pool behind his bottom-front teeth, washing itself in regular intervals while helping to identify the compounds his nostrils were keying in on. His muscle groups would shift sequentially under quiet clothing and its shadowy folds rolling into one another. Toes wriggled methodically and heels rose in one of his sneaker-boots and then the other, keeping the wool of his socks off of them and their pads. Nothing would be heard outside the transparent plate-metal of her cockpit window panels, but the sounds of the ship's A/C, as well as one of its crew members moving in one of the berthings down the neck hallway, would still grace their ears and subconsciouses. A few lonely and sparsely located control console lights were still glowing like the dying embers of Persephone's fire.

"Nice *** hole," he spoke in a normal tone, matter-of-factly; he was referring to the tear in her cargo pants with a fair bit of dry wit, but the compliment was in there, too, and it was genuine. He did enjoy the view. "Your crotch aint bad, either." His accent was refined, speaking every word properly but in a blue-collar tone.

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by Cyd Bishop

Cyd heard the low, husky sigh that escaped her boss. She knew that the low, masculine, near-hiss was his own. She could pick out his breath, the sound of his voice in the distance. She understood the measure of his breath, and had nearly begun to capture what each sound meant. It wasn't as if Cyd had some intense ability for all humanoids, but then she seemed 'tuned' into him.

Here, abilities were heightened by the makeup of Athena IV genetics. The atmosphere had metamorphosed its new inhabitants. And over the one hundred years of its colonization, genetics split and wired some into mutating 'beasts'. Scientists were still trying to study the phenomenon that made these new Athenaens 'mutants'. Cyd was one of those mutants. It was in her file, yet she kept her mouth shut about it. It wasn't exactly something that went over well with most humanoids.

The murmur of that breath sent a needle like sensation scratching down her spine. It scratched down the long arch of her back, and snaked between the curves of her *** to places warm. It needled its way to the slit of her *****, making her core drip honey into the pink satin folds. Hidden beneath the shadows of the console, Cyd wondered just how the hell he did that. Just the sound of his voice, or the look in his eyes, and her body opened up in an array of rising fine hairs and open flesh.

Pressing her lips together in a thin line of tilted grin, Cyd finished binding two wires with a bit of electrical tape, then settled them back into the network of 'veins' which fed the pilot's controls. She would let Auzdein sit there for a minute, as long as he was silent and didn't seem to need anything right off the bat. Her blue eyes flickered through the causeways, mapping out the last lines before she would move.

Besides, she had to admit that her own imagination was now flowing with the idea that he was undressing her with his eyes. Perhaps, imagining how each curve of her body was smooth like ivory satin. It wasn't the first time that Cyd thought about such things. She'd done it enough in her own room; imaging that it was Auz's hands that tightened upon her breasts, squeezing down on the large plump fruit of her bosom; his teeth pinching at her nipples as his hands delved down to the swollen nub beneath her wet, champagne curls. “Goddess, yes,” she'd whimpered so many times in the muffled silence of her pillow. Her back arching, as hips thrust forward in the difficult angle to hump on her own digits. Her thumb pressed hard into her clit. Just imagining Auz slipping on top of her, holding her down, and fucking her....

Her thoughts had begun to roam. And she could feel her slit was now soaked. ‘Great,’ she thought, and took in a long careful pull of breath. That was when she heard him, his comment only heating up the sexual oil of her canal. ‘God dammit,’ she thought, feeling her knees spread for a moment subconsciously. Yes, it would be another night with fingers fucking her own cunny.

Scooting herself out from beneath the console, Cyd appeared with a smirk. She eyed him playful, even daring a shot at the large bulge in the front of his pants. The smirk pressed on her lips deeper, exposing the usually veiled smile dimples, "Your crotch aint half bad, either," she paused, lifting up a sculpted eyebrow, "In only there was a hole in your pants, too."

She chuckled softly to herself, moving to stand up. She grabbed the arm of the pilot chair, and hauled herself up. Standing, Cyd dusted off the back of her pants, and felt the bare spot where soft lace met flesh on her ***. It was then, that she realized that the hole had stretched the more she'd been working. She shrugged it off, as she reached up and straightened out her golden pony tail, "Had a few things loose down there, but I believe I've got most of it patched up. Last thing we need is a fire in your little baby here."

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Auz had no idea he had the same effect on his physically and mentally stirring pilot-Barbie that he had on the people in his city, but he would likely very soon discern as much from the way she acted, paused, moved around him. There was an attraction there, but he wanted to see precisely what was triggering it, and torment it until it burst.

The way she playfully eyed him would take him right back to the looks and projections of his people; his city, and he would always subtly encourage that in her.
"Your crotch aint half bad, either," she paused, lifting up a sculpted eyebrow that in and of itself was enough to get him hard. "If only there was a hole in your pants, too."
He fought a suddenly growing smile for a moment, and it won this time; his lips moving in and out away from the teeth they concealed, letting their muscles flex and battle to reveal and then hide again his dimples. A few quick, light huffs escaped his nostrils in rapid succession; the laugh of approval and delight in her specific style of retort. His arms and groin were suddenly filled with the energy and aching to take and **** her. The pistons of his calves started firing one after the other, back and forth for a second or two. What she said was gold, and just the type of humor he needed to feel good each day, but it would never be enough for him to 'snap' in a good way and roughly **** and dominate her all over her cockpit here. She would have to push the envelope much, much further. She would have to be as aggressive a Spartan woman as the ladies of his homeland, and then some -enough 'extra' to make up for the fact that she was still an Outlander in his mind (albeit a gifted and gorgeous one); not to be trusted so far as he could throw a tank.

"Had a few things loose down there, but I believe I've got most of it patched up. Last thing we need is a fire in your little baby here."
Another smile, lips still staying closed, won upon the surface of his face. He walked over to take a look at her work, already having his snappy reply well in mind and perched for firing off the tip of his tongue. "I don't like the sound of that... 'loose down there'." He let her catch the innuendo that implied she had 'roast beef curtains'. Auz eased down to a squatting position by the open panel, and then onto all fours, craning his neck to peer inside. The inspection was more to curb his boredom when not fucking and fighting or sneaking around pulling terrible and hilarious pranks on his new family; he knew whatever Cyd was doing would be a great upgrade for them all, especially after how extensively and exhaustively they had studied and pooled knowledge together during her first month and a half on the team. "I like my ship, and the things on it, to be very, very 'tight'."

The 'fire in your little baby here' made him think of a sexual fire in her cunny, of course; such was the way of his mind. "I dunno..." he looked back over to her from his position, rocking back to balance easily on his toes; forearms resting on his quads just over the knees. His eyes glanced down and held their gaze upon her groin once more, and he talked as if speaking directly to it, rather than to her; an old trick he enjoyed using to help build energies swirling and erupting through that chakra; his idea of a 'gift'. "A fire in my little 'baby' down there might be the very first thing we need." 'We' meant her and him.

The 'last thing Auz wanted' was not to spend the entire night fucking her into an orgasmic, overflowing coma, destroying half of the furniture in her room and tearing her clothes and bed-sheets clean in half, choke slamming her, finger tornadoing her ***** as his thumb circled passionately upon and around her clit, and trapping her within the fleshy boulders of his muscled, flexing arms as he plowed his **** thoroughly into her *** from behind -after every other orifice had been excessively stimulated and satisfied. A good, hot woman needed good, hot love; penetration, receiving of the male she craved. 'There was no other way.' The more time he spent with her, the more time he reassessed his holy laws. Were they in need of amendment for this new day and age? -for just this one woman? He was beginning to think the answer was a resounding and undeniable 'YES.'

Auz flexed his legs, straightening them as he stood back up, and assumed his very kingly posture with his signature casual air mixed into it, sauntering over to where she stood and stopping only an inch from his body pressing flush and snuggly up against her own. Every part of him was within minor leaning distance. Laws about misconduct, harassment, fraternizing, hazing, and sexual advances did not exist on his Firefly. It was a 'black zone'; a ship within a ship, both of which barely 'existed' as far as the rest of the Verse was concerned. And aboard his personal craft -this Persephone- the *** was as hot and wild as the humor and the missions.

One of his sneaker-booted feet tapped hers to slide out of the way, opening up her legs a good foot wider. His hands balled into comfortable fists; his arms bending to place them hovering just around her waist without touching it. His breath was now warm and strong upon her lips. And powerfully predatory eyes full of intelligence and the know-how of the ages now peered deeply into her own, only briefly breaking their gaze into hers to study all the blending curves of her face; his lips parting for a wet tongue to slowly lick and re-wet them before they closed again. "When you 'get off'..." his eyes moved around her lips and cheeks, then to the outer edges of her left eyebrow, tracing it down and in to where his eyes locked on to hers again, "I want you to 'come' to me.." his emphasis and pauses-for-effect let her mind run with the many suggestive word choices he was enjoying; one of his many forms of spellcraft, "because I have something that only you might be able to swallow." Auz stepped back away from her, turning off his 'light-switch', and left the cockpit through its singular aft-bulkhead hatch. Now there was a fire in his 'little baby', and Cyd would have to decide whether to put it out.. or chase her new man down and beautifully burn him with it.

She was wet and he could smell it. Auz hoped and prayed that their urges would get the best of them. He had been waiting and 'itching' for a good, rough, deep, passionate, out of control **** forever now... but he could always shrug it off...

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His comment was quickly caught in the framework of her mind. It caused her mouth to purse, and eyes to narrow just for a glance of a second. If there was one thing Cyd was, it wasn't loose. That was where the power of masturbation came into play. She had worked most of her life around men. Being one of the 'boys' had perhaps cost her a lot when it came to any thoughts of a relationship. Such things would diminish the respect they had for the tall blonde, who looked more like a model than a warrior. And so, those spots of sexual release had been very, very rare, and with no one that she worked with. They were the very few conquests of someone younger than she, someone that she could dominate and make stay quiet.

Still she craved to find a man who could turn that about. Who could grasp her within the strength of his hands with a gentle violence, and feel the weight of his body slamming down upon her own. It was with those thoughts in mind that Cyd would relieve those nights when she found herself horny and alone in a bunk somewhere. The imagination was a freeing thing, if not a bit caging at times.

With her arms crossed just below the swell of her breasts, Cyd watched Auzdein get down on all fours and beneath the panel. With his eyes on the circuitry, her own eyes began to wander his body. There was something in just the sight of his *** that made her want to move to her own fours and slip behind him; her hands wandering around his body to feel what she knew to be perfect abs, and then to snake into the front of his pants to feel the throbbing measure of his ****. She knew it was thick and hard just now. How she wanted to feel it in her hands, in her mouth, and goddess in her now dripping cunny. Muscles tightened between those soaked nether lips, just imagining the grip around such a force, "Don't worry, you'll find everything in tight and working order."

She stood still as his eyes settled on the front apex of her cargoes. She could feel them, as if they were penetrating right through the fabric; their hot dark gaze provoking the honey of her *** to drip upon the cotton of her lingerie. She could swear that she felt the golden ringlets of her *** dampening. Goddess, how she wanted him to lean forward and just nuzzle into her crotch; to feel the pressure of his mouth and nose upon her slit. Such thoughts were enough to slow her breath, as if hovering in some pause before a sudden, expected rush.

Cyd let out a husky laugh, throwing her chin off to the side and rolling her eyes. God, he was good. And he knew it. An arrogant *******, yet it was part of the makeup of the man that she couldn't get out of her mind, or out of her wanton skin. But, Cyd was doing her best to play that down. It was all part of her being; her own protective core in this world where men still held the cards. She was, after all, a Spartan woman, and she wasn't about to allow herself to seem weak.

"Don't worry, I can handle this 'little baby' and make her run just fine," as she said this, her eyes slowly trailed back down to meet his. Daring him with her own comeback, to see if he were even man enough, alpha enough to penetrate her own walls of pride and make a claim on her. It took a strong and steely man to knock down the walls of such a being as Cyd Bishop. So, even now, she was calling his bluff. Was he like any other man; all bark and no bite?

With the steel cut of her jaw solid, Cyd watched as Auzdein stood back up, flexing proven muscles to draw and stretch, standing upwards to his taller height than the blonde who now stood beside him -prodding him, and it would seem he noticed.

Cyd was surprised by the sudden tap within the inside of her arch, knocking one boot farther away from the other. The blonde caught her stance, now spread and vulnerable to 'attack'. Auzdein was a man of swift movement, to which she'd found out many times. And here, he proved himself yet again; his body so close that Cyd could swear that she felt his heat against her own flesh. In this stance, Auzdein advanced in making himself even taller and more imposing than his pilot, and as he locked onto Cyd's bright azure eyes, she met his own. Her brow lowered, searching his dark umber oculars for his next move.

The slide of his tongue would cause her eyes to fail her, flickering down to imagine how they felt pressed against her own lips. She drew them up swiftly, realizing her 'fatal' mistake. He would see Cyd settled herself behind a stone mask, as his eyes searched her features like a predator sniffing out the vulnerable places with which to bite its prey. But, what he would have to say would spark a side of anger in the belly of his 'baby'. Her eyes winced with the agitation, as wonder flashed uncertain and curious images across the frames of her mind.

As Auzdein moved so audaciously away from her, Cyd's jaw clenched. She spun about, moving after him and into the small corridor away from the cockpit; her heels sounding the quick march of her stride as Cyd moved to Auz's side and dared to take a quick grip of his arm. Strong fingers dug into the relaxed muscle of his bicep, attempting to tug him around to face her, "What the hell do you mean by when I get off?!"

Cyd challenged him, leaning forward into his face now. Slender muscles tensed in the swan-like length of her neck. Her jaw squared and her eyebrows knitted harshly, "I know this ship has no boundaries, but if you've fucking got someone watching me in my own quarters, you need to tell them to frell off!"

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"Don't worry, you'll find everything in tight and working order."
"Don't worry, I can handle this 'little baby' and make her run just fine."

A knowing, smirk rose one subtle jowl. She was testing his resolve, and he hers, both at the same time. Another Alpha... Auz took in a deep, quiet breath, readying himself to pounce and claim her all his own, just as he knew she wanted deep down. The more one played something like that off, the more it was apparent to him they wanted it.

When he strolled out, her pursuit was ever audible in his ears; his mind relaxed and taking in everything around it as he moved. Her grip on his arm would have been met with a swift punch to the center of her chest, stopping her heart as blades came out to dice up her arteries before she fell. Cyd, however, was something of a rarity; some innate power she held had kept him enjoying her demeanor and touches this whole time. It was a truly odd and curious thing; an Inisfreean taking to an Outlander.

Strong fingers dug into the relaxed muscle of his bicep, attempting to tug him around to face her, "What the hell do you mean by when I get off?!"
A tickled smirk grew again as he slowly rotated to face and square off with her again, standing before her with folded arms like a bored Drill Instructor waiting for a snappy recruit to get past their hiccup of culture shock and calm down.

"I know this ship has no boundaries, but if you've fucking got someone watching me in my own quarters, you need to tell them to frell off!"
Auz's brow dropped a second, not having heard the term 'frell' before. He assigned it a dialect and a logical meaning, letting it fall to the wayside. It was a moot point in what was taking place right now. He let her get in his face, remaining calm enough to seem borderline sleepy; he had practiced this exchange countless times before. His voice was as serene as his countenance, rumbling like a distant thunderstorm across a vast prairie.
"You've been here the better part of two months, Miss Bishop. You should know by now very well my style of discourse and satire. No one has the time or inclination to spy on your super-secret masturbation sessions. Said sessions were not insinuated in what I recently spoke. I reference them here now out of deduction. If we didn't trust you enough to let you roam about unattended, you wouldn't have made it past the first two days before we left Athena IV." A strong tone of sarcasm followed next: "And pleeeeease pardon me if I have trampled your delicate sensibilities. The last thing I'd ever want is to offend you, ..Outlander."

Auz had grown so used to knee-jerk reactions to his culture that he now would pick a fight long before it would begin on its own, knowing it was coming. It was like starting small brush fires to him; preventing the much more damning, full-on forest fires from breaking out months later. Would she catch his merciless subtleties and decipher his front-lines form of courtship? A fellow Spartan soul was locking horns with a potential mate. There would be nothing short of fireworks, the intentional ruffling of feathers, and an incredible amount of torment to build the ultimate release. Whether that release came in the form of bare-fisted fighting and grappling, beautiful rough hate-***, or both, didn't much matter to him. He liked her attitude; her boldness, even if he refused to show it. She would have to earn her direct compliments by beating them out of him. Such would determine which he wanted more: to slam her up against the wall behind her in corrective rage... or in lust and compatible war.

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While she certainly understood that approaching a senior officer with such fury wasn't safe, there was something about Auzdein that stirred her. Perhaps, it was the hunger that was beyond a simmer down in her *****. Muscles clenched, tightening in frustration with the desire to feel his **** plug her fully. To feel him slam into cervix, bent over that god damned control panel that he was concerned about being too 'loose'.

In the time spent now on his ship, the sexual tension had become wound up like a tight spring in her belly. And the craving was now beyond repair, and so he would possibly see it in her eyes now -even as she challenged him on the idea that there was possibly a voyeur upon the ship. Pride had a little bit to do with it. She'd been through the hazing, made it through their gauntlet. Cyd wanted a bit of respect now, and if fucking herself into a drenching pile of sweat was wanted in private, she'd damn well make it so.

Yet, even as she stood there, a tense rod of sexual frustration and wound up pride, Auzdein was cool and collected, turning slowly with that smug smile that shouldn't have won him points Yet, it did. He was a pure alpha male. The smirk said he was hardly impressed by her flared display. If anything, it was 'cute'. Like a child throwing a tantrum, and yet it wouldn't get the kid anywhere. Not with him.

While this would have pissed off most women, caused them to turn tail and stomp off in a fit of tears, Cyd could feel her adrenaline racing like fire through her veins. When she was caught realizing it had only been an insinuation, Cyd lifted her chin in a huff of a laugh. Her mouth parted to reveal her tongue coiling upwards, stroking the white perfect line of her teeth. Then her mouth pressed firmly in a purse, while her brain tangled all of the rash emotions swimming through her mind. Frustration and lust rattling inside her head like a hollow tale of a snake.

But, the moment that he called her Outlander, Cyd turned her head sharply to meet his eyes. She knew that such a term was near the most derogatory line that Auzdein would throw upon someone. With that, something broke the catch which held her back. Her nostrils flared with a huff. Blue eyes flecked with gold shot downward to his lips. The blonde moved forward without thought, without considering hesitation. Thrusting her body forward and into his, her hands cupped his cheeks. Her mouth found his with a bruising crush as she fought to slither her tongue between his cavalier grin.

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Auz couldn't help but crack an impressed and excited smile as his chub stiffened much harder and he accepted her truly wild advance. It was exactly what he had been waiting for from her, and was one of the final unspoken tests and portals or rites that stood between her and a potential future trip to his city; the others being proof of her composure, skill, and compatibility during the darkest and most controversial of missions they had coming up, as well as her candid initial reaction to witnessing his very alien culture.

Fucking with her as always, and as he did with anyone he felt an attraction to, he let her kiss him, and rested hands upon her hips, making them feel as if they, like the rest of him, were in shock. His jaw opened for her, and he passed a strong, firm tongue around her own.. but then he pushed her away and faked her out, casting concerned, restrained, and displeased eyes down to the deck plating to their side. By the time his eyes focused on that spot of the floor, he was bolting forward and into her with that Olympian, assassin's speed and agility; one hand clasping her throat and the other, her crotch. She would find herself airborne by a few inches before she was slammed hard into the Firefly's neck hallway bulkhead behind her, where the captain of the vessel would keep her pinned, feet dangling an inch over the deck, until his solid arms began to bend; the rest of his body moving in to press completely against hers, letting her slide down his front, feeling his rock hard boner rub all the way up the front of her ***** and clit, as her tits rested perky and upright upon his chest.

The kiss he gave her in return was just as forceful; his tongue opening her mouth and pushing past her teeth to play with her own. But he pulled it and his head back away again, letting her crane her neck to pursue them, and started huffing as if he was still torn somehow; a mental battle raging within. Part of him did, in fact, want to eviscerate her right there on the spot (an Outlander daring to make physical contact with the commander of all of Inisfree), but a greater part of him wanted to feel and fill her every which way until her eyes were twitching as much as her dripping, gushing *****.

Auz's hands on her throat and crotch softened and began to massage both before coming free and grabbing both of her tits. As he began to massage those next, he kissed her a second time, then stepped back, smacked her hard across her cheek with an open palm, and then stepped in again for a third kiss before taking her by a full fistful of her golden hair and leading her like a furious warden back into the cockpit where he punched the hatch panel to slide it shut behind them, unfastened and yanked off her belt in a single motion, yanked her pants straight down to her ankles, and spun her around where he pushed her torso down over her pilot's chair and kneeled, slamming his face passionately into her apex from behind.

It was there that he would hold her wrists tightly behind her back with one hand, while the other hand held her left *** cheek wide open for his feverishly exploring maw; his hot breath flowing down to fill her crack as his long, probing tongue made quick work of her clit and labia before delving all the way in as if he'd been waiting for this very moment with her for weeks. He had.

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Cyd pushed up on the toes of her boots, bringing her body upwards to give her height. Despite his astonished stillness, the blonde would not stop now that she had a taste of him. Her mouth had become the desert for which his saliva would be the nourishing rain. The muscle moved franticly, slipping along the length of his tongue, making quick passes as it swirled within his mouth. The long digits of her hands splayed against his strong features, one thumb just beneath his mouth. Holding him, her whole body wanting him, fearing he would slip from her grip.

Hard hands burrowed into her hips, tossing Cyd back to stumble and barely catch herself from the wall behind her back. Her breath was rapid, as she struggled with the beat of her heart. Beneath the dark Henley, her chest heaved harshly. Rising and falling, lifting to stretch the fabric more taught against her breasts. Blue eyes flickered across his face, watching as eyes turned away; a display in her culture that meant you were nothing; the same as turning your back on another.

The blonde closed her mouth, as she began to focus on her breath through flaring nostrils. Taking in his scent, but drawing only the rich aroma of *** and lust, covering up whatever was going in Auzdein's mind and making him unreadable.

"Ahh," she cried out, as the dark haired Ares charged into her. Grappling her body by her throat and *****, she felt herself lifted and slammed into the bulkhead. The sound echoed in the fabric of the craft behind her. Instinct caused her hands to rise to his, as fingers curled and tried to pull the choke hold from her slender throat. She uttered little whimpers between a low registering growl, unable to make a louder sound for the clench on her throat. As his hand gripped her *****, she could feel the moisture pooling thicker on the crotch of her panties. The mix between fear and pleasure was near primal, rushing through her feral being.

She felt the fabric of her shirt move, lifting behind her with the friction of the wall, as Auzdein let her slowly down. Her dark blonde eyelashes fluttered for a moment like butterflies taking flight, when she felt how large he truly was. Enough of him pressed firmly into the line of her slit, pressing at the creamy fluid in her ***, and causing her clit to spasm electric.

With his kiss, the back of her head was slammed into the bulkhead. Cyd flicked her tongue, wrestling with the powerful strength of his, which he taunted her with, pulling back, and causing her to lean forward; her mouth open, pleading supplicantly to feel and taste him again. Even as he huffed like a bull, angered and furious, Cyd knew there was something going on inside his mind, but she couldn't think past her own desires to even decipher his struggle.

Her hands fell to his strong arms, feeling the stretch and movement of his biceps, while he took both of her breasts firmly in his hands. She moaned in his kiss, however it was quick. She murmured softly his name in question, "Auz?"

It was met with a quick with a hard palm slap to the face, spinning her chiseled features away from him, and causing her mouth to cut on her sharp teeth. Blood dribbled at the edge of her mouth, and she could feel the heat rise upon her cheek. In the valley of her breast, the Spartan woman began a lower, reverberating growl; a sound that was halted the moment that he took claim on another kiss upon her mouth, devouring her saliva and blood, swirling it within the mix of his own.

"Uh," the force of her hair being gripped caused her to make a quick sound. The pain awoke the beast within, causing Cyd's eyes to metamorphose into a total bright feline gold. He moved like the wind, thrusting her forward to walk quickly towards the pilot's chair. Behind her, Cyd could hear the slam of metal, and then felt the cold shock of her pants and silken cottons raked down solidly from her hips. The rush of cool air across her wet slid fueled the fire in his 'little baby'.

The arm of the pilot’s chair caught Cyd in her midsection, as she was thrust over and made again more vulnerable. Her breath was an audible pant now, as she shivered in anticipation. Goddess, how she wanted this, craved it, and he would know it in her scent; the honey of her *** now dripping like a river to rest in the flaxen curls of it. The blonde felt her arms yanked back, pulled roughly into his grip and held behind her. This made her rest now with her cheek upon the cushion of the chair, her *** higher up on the arm, and her thighs spreading the moment she felt him spread her *** wide open.

She hissed as his steamy breath snaked through the crack of those feminine swells of flesh. Her thighs quivered at the impact of his tongue to her clit and nether-lips. Cyd then moaned and shifted her face, rubbing her forehead and temple into the seat cushion as the pressure of his fondling tongue caused her purr to sing deeper through her chest.

Hips rolled, as much as they could, lifting her *** with an arched back. This exposed her ***** to his wandering tongue; a sign of how much in heat she had become for him. A supplicant offer that only an alpha male would receive from a woman such as Cyd; instinct overwhelming her pride, at least for the moment, while she was held forcefully pinned and at his sweet mercy.

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Auz proceeded unstoppably, eating out her ***** and rubbing his mouth in starving circles to coat it in her dripping juices. Lapping them up like a wild dog, his hands and arms protected and held stable his meal. The feeling of his hardened **** fighting against the restraining fabric of his boxer-briefs was maddening, and now his mind was torn in a completely different way; half of it wanting to keep his face buried in her *** for all of time, and the other half demanding he rip off his own pants just as quickly, that he might finish what he started, and christen their cockpit in doing so. It was long overdue for that union.

Moaning into her ***** with each opening of his jaw for her, he kept his lips sealed upon her southern ones; his tongue flicking up and down, in and out, again and again and again, as if he couldn't stop, addicted to her completely. Something in him erupted and charged forth, however, as it tended to in the wild and fiery Tauran, and he was standing and throwing his pants down around his combat sneaker-boots in no time. One hand rested guiding fingerpads down upon her exposed pelvic dimples to bid her stay as she had been placed, and the other took his **** bouncing up and out of the falling trousers, and rubbed it up and down against her glistening slit, coating it in her pre-*** before easing it into her tight hug.

Auz let her wait and burn for it for a few seconds, not granting her any movement or further penetration at all, standing there and grinning down smugly over her, loving how perfectly she was formed, and remembering her shock, her whimpers, and that growl. Pushing his groin forward and shifting one foot closer to her and then the other, he eased his **** all the way forward inside of her, and took her biceps in each of his cupping, gripping hands. Now pulling her up from the cushions and back into his beginning thrusts, he set an easy pace at first while he formed an "X" behind her back with her own arms, entwining his with hers until his head was right beside her own. Growling a baritone thunder roll into her neck as he licked his tongue tip all the way up it to press firm lips to her lobe, tugging at her ear, his hot lust spoke into her as his **** began to throb and thrust, "Growwwlll for me." He even growled out the very word.

With her back to him and his arm keeping a clamp around hers pinned between them, he continued a rigorous plowing into her, keeping his free hand resting warmly and evenly over the entirety of her *****, guiding her hips to roll and arch back, keeping her *** turned up and bouncing into his upper quads. His fingers were drawn inescapably to feel the lubed sides of the stiff, wide rod charging in and out of her. He would only remove them from this mesmerizing spot to lick them clean of her juices, replacing them immediately as they carried and slammed on.

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