Heavy Load Ch. 02

Just like that, she had him.

Her body spasmed again, too out of her control as the orgasm wracked her slender frame to continue pumping up and down his dick. He released her tits to smooth one hand down her back, urging her onward as he curled a hand around her delicate waist and took over.

Cas' hips bucked up against her roughly, an animalistic snarl curling his lips. The cum in his balls boiled over, shooting up through his shaft so hard and fast he could feel his cock swelling with it inside Roxy's pussy, only to be squeezed out through the tip by her rapidly contracting tightness. He coated her insides white with it, blasting rope after rope deep into her and only pushing it even deeper with every thrust.

"C-Captain," Roxy cooed, her voice ragged as her body slumped down on top of his.

She was slick with sweat, still twitching from her orgasm. Her hands smoothed down his neck as she pressed kiss after grateful kiss to his jawline, her little heart thrumming away intensely beneath her breast. He could feel every beat of it in his own chest, could feel the thump of their pulses intermingling, bouncing off one another until they leveled out, mingling into one strong, steady rhythm.

He could feel that rhythm in the clenching around his cock too, an observation that left a chuckle on his lips.

"You're so worked up, I could take your pulse with my cock right now." Cas ran his fingers through Roxy's thick, golden hair, smoothing it down as she pushed herself up off of him just enough to look him in the eyes.

"That was just what I needed, Captain," she told him, eyelashes aflutter. "You know, I think I might finally be satisfied."

"You should get some rest, then."

Roxy pressed her lips to his, her tongue darting out along his lower lip before pressing over it to tangle with his own tongue.

"Only if I can sleep here on your chest." She ran her fingertips down his pectoral, sighing happily at the way it rose with muscle. "Stay inside me while I knock out for a few hours?"

It was an attractive offer, he had to admit. She was a sweetheart, this Roxy. Not only that, but after the way she'd emptied his balls of cum twice already since he'd first found her in his hold, Cas was exhausted enough that he nearly took her up on it.

But unfortunately, whether he liked it or not, there were two more crates of illicit cargo that Cas had to tango with. Presumably, two more women inside them, waiting to be released.

And if they were anything like Roxy...

"Sorry, sweetheart." Cas lifted her up off his cock and placed her on the oversized bed next to him, rolling over to kiss her again before he took his leave. "Promised you I'd go down and defrost your friends, didn't I? Best be done with that sooner rather than later."

"Aww." Roxy pouted gorgeously, running a hand down her body to emphasize her curves in what was an admitted compelling attempt to convince him to stay. "But I'll miss you, honey."

Cas smirked, reaching out to tweak one of her nipples again teasingly. "I'm sure you'll find some way to keep yourself occupied. Have a shower, if you like." He nodded to the door just to their right, which led to a bathroom just as luxurious as the rest of the cabin was. "Hot water, nice soap inside. Might be nice to warm up a little, after being frozen in that cryo-chamber for so long."

"Oh, Captain." Roxy's eyes flashed devilishly. "I think you've warmed me up just fine. But if you're stealin' yourself away from me... "

"I'll be back soon," Cas promised. With hips like hers, a man like him could hardly stay away for too long.

***

Down in the hold, Cas stood over the remaining two crates with his arms crossed over his chest. As glad as he was that he'd finally realized what he'd inadvertently agreed to haul for Doc's client, the reality of the situation presented problems as well. Cas didn't know who these women were, how they'd wound up in their current predicament or what to expect from them when they finally came up out of their artificial slumber.

Roxy seemed more than happy with what Cas was able to provide for her while he figured out what to do with her, but with only one bed to offer these women, Cas could only hope they'd be as tolerant of their accommodations. Worst case scenario, he'd have to get used to sleeping in his captain's chair up on the bridge for the rest of the week.

...Fuck.

Cas blinked, surprised at his own lack of forethought. Roxy must have sucked his brains up out of his balls along with all his cum.

Worst case scenario for Cas didn't just involve sleeping arrangements. Worst case scenario involved whatever punishment Doc's mysterious client was going to extract when they realized that Cas had released their so-called cargo. Add in the fact that he'd also put his dick in said cargo, and he could imagine some of the retributions that would be cooked up when Cas failed to make delivery. Most of them involved the removal of some of his favourite parts.

But while Cas might've been a no-good scoundrel, a bastard and a dirty opportunistic spacer, making that delivery was out of the question now that he knew what was on the line. If he completed the mission he'd been tasked with, he'd be delivering Roxy and two other women to a completely unknown fate-- but knowing the way human traffickers worked, it wasn't likely to be a pretty one.

Cas sighed, running his hand over the first crate and searching for the control that would start the defrosting process. However he wound up handling this, it was a problem he'd solve some other time. For the time being, Cas knew he couldn't let his unknowing new passengers continue to suffer the effects of a forced stasis. Best case scenario, they'd have some idea of where they'd like to go once they were awake again, because Cas sure as hell didn't know what to do with them.

Locating the first crate's defrost control, Cas set it into motion before moving to the second crate. There was no window through which he could look inside, no way of telling what was waiting for him beneath the chamber's lid...

But as he set the second crate into defrost, he felt the strangest feeling pass over him. A prickling of the hairs on the back of his neck. A sensation like an egg being cracked over his brain. And then--

(Took you long enough, spacer.)

Cas withdrew his hand from the console like he'd just been burned by it, looking around wildly for the source of the cool, elegant female voice that had just spoken. There was no one there. He supposed he wasn't too surprised by that, seeing as it hadn't felt like he'd heard the voice there in the room so much as he'd heard it inside him. Like a song stuck in his head.

"Must'a come so hard I'm losing my damn mind," Cas muttered to himself, shaking his head and slouching toward the door of the hold.

He'd only just reached it when he heard that same hissing he'd heard when Roxy's crate had been jostled open. When he turned, he was unsurprised to see fog pouring out of it, too dense to see through and too much of it to shake.

Looked like the second girl was just as eager to be out of her packaging as Roxy had been.

Cas paused, wondering for a moment what this new passenger might be like. If she was anything like Roxy, he was going to have to resort to icing his balls in between rolls in the sheets before the week was out. It was hard to imagine anything like Roxy. But then again, he remembered what she'd said about coming up out of stasis. If she was to be believed, he'd have another insatiably horny woman on his plate.

Cas smirked at that. Out of all the trouble that this mess was going to cause him, at least insatiably horny women were something he knew how to handle.

Cas saw the first hint of a second female figure emerging through the dense mist. He could make out a silhouette, a feminine figure standing poker-straight, her head turning to scan the environment, but otherwise unmoving and visibly tense with caution. She was taller than Roxy, with what looked through the dissipating pale fog like dark curly hair. And she too, he noted with a little grin to himself, was clearly naked.

"Well, howdy, little--" Cas' cocksure welcome was cut short. No sooner did he begin to speak than the woman's head turned in his direction. Despite the fog, he could feel her gaze settle on him. Cas was reminded of pissing off a prize bull during his childhood on Lost Landing.

With a snarl, the newly emerged captive launched herself at him, her entire body pumping as she closed the distance between them and leapt for him, hands already raised to rake at his face with ten damn sharp nails.

The small part of Cas not currently dedicated to protecting his eyes from a defrosted wild woman was internally chastising himself.

They weren't all gonna be that easy.