Heavy Load Ch. 01

"Listen, lady. I getcha being nervous, I really do." His voice was calm, even-toned and considerate. He remembered trying to calm down spooked horses out when he was working as a rancher on Lost Landing, a lifetime ago. "My name's Cas. Cas Dawson. I'm the captain of this boat. Only crew member, too, come to that."

He paused for a second, composing the words in his head. He was not a natural diplomat. He tended to let his swagger do the work that fists and ill-gotten credits couldn't.

"I didn't know you was in that box, OK? I'm just a spacer. I take things in and out of wherever they've gotta go. I got told that there was a last-minute adjustment to my manifest. I agreed to it. I'm not the guy you hire if you want a lot of nosing around when it comes to what cargo I might be carrying, if you know what I mean."

There was a long pause. Cas saw the woman rising from her crouch behind the boxes. If she'd looked good crouched before, she looked even better now he could see her from the front.

Her face was gorgeous, her lips pink and full and almost pouting in her displeasure, her nose small and delicate, her dark, elegantly arched eyebrows scowling. Her eyes were vibrant, almost electric, blue, peering out suspiciously behind heavy lashes. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Cas could hardly help but let his eyes slip lower.

On top of those wide hips, he could now see the trim, slim shape of her stomach. Above that, grabbing his attention even more, there were a large pair of perky, round breasts. They were big enough, Cas would've needed four hands just to hold them to his satisfaction. He imagined running his thumbs up over her nipples, rose pink and rock hard in the chilly air of the hold, and swallowed hard to keep myself from reaching out to do just that.

"Not Commonwealth?" she asked. Her voice was soft and breathy, but there was a serious edge to it right now.

"Do I look like one of those blue cap bastards?" Cas sneered. "Trust me, if it's patrolmen or Navy you're worried about, I'll bet I'd be in just as much trouble as you if they were to catch up to us. Even more, now."

She took another step closer to him, her eyes scanning him up and down, cautious and still uncertain. Her hips swayed as she walked, like some kind of wet dream that had slipped into reality.

He remained where he was stood with his hands in the air, but straightened a little more to attention. He could hardly disguise the effect that she was having on him. Packing nine inches, it wouldn't have been easy on the best of days-- which this was not.

"And you're not a trader?" He knew exactly what she meant by trader, and he couldn't help but spit back his reply, even as he tried to remain gentle and understanding.

Now it was Cas' turn to be serious. The very idea that he could ever be willingly involved in trafficking was an affront to his sense of decency. What good was there in the promise of freedom on the frontier if you were going to turn around and try and enslave others, sending them back to where you'd just escaped? It was just plain wrong.

"Hell no. I may be one no-good son of a gun, but even I reckon that's a real nasty business. If I'd known that they were tryin' to sneak you aboard without telling me, I'd have put my foot so far up their asses they'd have been tastin' boot leather for a week." His sincerity was obvious from the way his voice almost snarled out the last words. He wasn't threatening or ruminating. He was promising.

But still, the blonde didn't look sold.

"Ah, listen..." He trailed off. Cas hadn't taken on a crewmate in years. He could hardly believe that he was offering this. But he'd been put into a hell of a situation here, and he couldn't help but feel a little responsible. There was so much bad out there, some of it his doing. Wasn't too much to ask to occasionally do right. "I'm goin' as far as Liberty, but consider yourself my guest until then, OK? I got provisions enough for more'n two. Ain't got nowhere for you to sleep, but..."

The blonde moved towards him, closing the gap between them in a matter of moments. Her eyes continued to stare, but the rest of her body language was shifting as she moved. She no longer cowered. By the time she had closed the distance, she all but strutted.

"Oh," she breathed, her voice heavy with something sudden and primal.

Cas recognised the change. He'd had enough women under his particularly rugged charm, seen them overcome with him. But the way that this golden-haired, golden-skinned beauty moved, the way she caught her lower lip between her teeth, it was all so much more than any saloon girl or hitch-hiking runaway had ever shown him. Cas barely knew what was going on, but he was pretty sure he liked it.

"And here I was, thinking that I'd be stuck here with some brutish boot-licking thug. But you're not like that at all, are you?" Her blue eyes looked up at him, liquid pools of sensual energy. A smirk tugged at her lips. "You're a very, generous, very brave, very... handsome man."

"I've, ah... I've been told as much," Cas grunted out, not daring to move so much as a muscle. If he did, he would've had her on the floor of the hold, moaning in ecstasy beneath him in a hot second. Not exactly reassuring in his promise to do her no harm.

"Mm. So tell me," she ran her fingers gently down his chest, tapping out a gentle rhythm. "A man in your line of work, what do you know about cryo-stasis?"

"Huh?" Cas responded, appreciating her touch even as he struggled to follow the conversation now that she had so thoroughly and deliciously invaded his personal space. "Oh, nothin' at all. My business is more hardware than anythin' organic. Better money in it."

"Well then," she moved her hand away from his chest and slid it across her own collarbone towards her heavy breast, practically shuddering with need. "I suppose you have no idea of the effect that defrosting has. All the bodies systems suddenly..." She gasped as her hand caught her nipple and pinched at it, her knees almost buckling at her own touch. "Reawaken."

"Fascinating," Cas agreed, completely enchanted by the way her body reacted to even her own touch. If she could do that to herself, he could only imagine the things he could do to her...

"And here you are, giving me free reign of your ship." While one hand continued to palm her tit, kneading the flesh while teasing the hot pink tip as it grew still harder beneath her touch, the other slipped to where Cas' cock bulged, now rock hard, beneath his pants. "Where I'm from, we like to reward that kind of hospitality."

She dropped to her knees, attentively undoing his trousers, her hands firm and insistent, freeing him from his clothes. She was absolutely transfixed on the large bulge and the task at hand. As she freed him from the final layer, his cock leapt out to greet her, its tumescent length sticking straight up, its tip just a hair's breadth from her gorgeous face, her delicate lips.

"Oh, fuck me!" She grinned up at him in ecstatic delight from where she kneeled. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Without another word, she took the tip of his cock between her lips, sucking hard enough that his knees almost buckled from the first moment. It was a shift in the tone of their meeting--one that Cas was still reeling from--but given how fucking hot her wet little mouth was as she swallowed up his cockhead, Cas wasn't exactly about to complain.

He tangled his hands in her thick blonde hair, at first simply to steady himself, but then he began to move in time with her head along his shaft. Her greedy, insistent bobbing went deeper and deeper, inhaling his thick length with an eagerness that he had never seen before. As he pressed ever further into her throat, he could smell the sweet, musky scent of her pussy on the air.

She locked her eyes on his, glowing blue irises shimmering and desperate, tears forming along the dark ridge of her lower lashes as she stretched her jaw around him. A low moan in her throat reverberated through him, making his skin prickle with pleasure. She pulled her head back and lapped at the precum dripping from his tip. The sensation left him moaning in a deep, rib-shaking growl. Her tongue swirled across every inch of him, leaving him glistening with the hot, slick moisture of her mouth.

Suddenly, a deviousness glinted in her eyes as she locked them on his. With a knowing, willful look, she pulled her mouth off of him completely before thrusting her head down again in a single perfect stroke. The tip of her tongue flicked at his heavy balls, broiling with thick cum that he was by now desperate to spew.

"Oh, you fucking show off," he growled, impressed by her incredible technique and unmatched enthusiasm.

She swallowed, her rippling throat muscles massaging him so exquisitely he felt he might explode from that alone. As she began to pull her face back from the incredible deep throat, Cas reacted on instinct, feeling the desperate need rising in his balls.

With his hands still tangled in her hair, he pulled her head forward, fucking her face, relishing the tightness as he felt the hot rush of cum begin to shoot hard. While her throat clenched and her body spasmed, he released her and she recoiled back from his dick, leaving a trail of spit and cum hanging from her lips. As she gasped for air, he watched her twitch through an orgasm, her fingers probing her hot, soaked cunt in desperation while her whole body shuddered from the force of it.

Swallowing hungrily, she licked her lips and took his head back between her lips, milking the final few drops out of him and licking him clean.

"Fuck," Cas breathed, his chest flooding with liquid flame in the wake of his own orgasm.

Still panting, the blonde straightened and turned her face up toward his, a bright smile on her lips transforming her beauty still further into something radiant, glowing and intensely fuckable.

"Mm. Thank you so much for sharing your provisions with me, Captain." She traced her finger along his dick, still halfway hard as she pecked her lips against its surface, savouring the taste and feel of him, relishing in their shared need. "It's such a pleasure to meet such a gentleman."

"Not much of a gentleman if I don't get your name," Cas pointed out, recalling the incident at the Redhorn earlier that day.

She cooed softly, smiling at his consideration. "The name's Roxy, Captain. Use it as much as you like."

"Nice to meet you, Roxy," Cas breathed, finally regaining his mind after spraying what felt like most of his brain down the hot blonde's throat, his wit slowly sharpening back to its usual state. "Say, you think you could answer a question for me?"

"Depends what it is," she answered, currently uninterested in much other than how to get more of this perfect dick inside of her, her hands rising to tease him back to full erection.

Regretfully, Cas looked away from her, turning his gaze across the hold. His eyes alighted on the two crates that had slid across the room when the ship was caught up in the solar flare.

"What is it you think is in those other boxes?"

Roxy paused in her attentiveness to his dick, her smile shifting into something a little more grim.

"Oh, Captain... If you have to ask, maybe that's a question better answered in bed."