Rig Runner

The sounds were obscene, wet and lurid, audible even over her panting breath and the blood that rushed through his ears. She was absolutely sodden, the syrupy, sticky gunk stuck to her thighs and linked her mound to his belly in glistening ropes. Globs of it rolled down his shaft, her insides flooded with it, presumably to allow the safe passage of organs of far larger scale than his own.

"You...got some fight in you," she grumbled, "don't hold anything back."

Invigorated by her request, he switched breasts, keeping up his kneading and clawing on the first and bringing the second towards his lips. He drew it into his mouth, sucking and scouring its sensitive protrusion with his tongue, biting softly as she growled and shuddered. He could feel her contractions coming faster and stronger, her loins practically pulsing around his cock, a ceaseless massage that sent tingling pleasure washing through his body. Her muscular walls rolled across his skin as they kept up their mechanical attempts to draw him further inside, presumably to ensure that he was as close to her womb as possible when he was milked of his emission, her body bent on breeding regardless of her conscious intentions. She was right to wonder how humans were able to spread through the galaxy so quickly. In comparison her people were reproductive machines, if he hadn't come once already, he wouldn't have lasted even this long.

It was time to switch things up, and he eased off, patting her thigh in an attempt to get her to change positions as she was too large and heavy for him to simply flip over. She reacted like a dog that had just had its favorite toy snatched from under its nose.

"Hey, what gives? I was enjoying that!"

"Let's switch positions," he said, taking a moment to catch his breath. "Surely you don't stay on top the entire time?"

"I like it on top," she complained, but he gave her another tap and insisted.

"Lean back against the wall and let me lead for a while. Trust me, you'll enjoy it."

"If you say so," she grumbled, rising off him and wincing as his member slid out of her along with a mess of her thick fluids. She shuffled backwards, leaning against the soft padding on the wall and spreading her legs in invitation. Eriksen rose to his hands and knees and crawled over to her, positioning himself with one hand on his erection and the other on her hip. He pressed his glans against her swollen lips, and after a moment of resistance, he pushed into her passage. They sighed in unison, Eriksen leaning into her, starting to move again as she reclined.

"Comfortable?" he asked. She nodded, wrapping one of her large hands around his hip, setting the pace as her curved claws pressed into his skin. Sex was usually such a strenuous and violent ordeal for her, she might never have been able to relax in this way before, sitting back and letting somebody else do the hard work without fear of losing her status. Their coupling was slow and heavy, Eriksen wanted to drag it out a little, prolong their pleasure beyond the quick and brutal encounters that she was accustomed to.

She pulled him into her, applying more force than he could have mustered on his own, her bicep bulging as she slammed his hips against hers with a loud clap. She drove him into her depths, his member plunging her most intimate reaches, digging into her silky flesh and sending jolts of sensation up through her taut body that made her tense and tremble. Her thighs enclosed him, muscles as hard as steel ensnaring him so that he wouldn't have been able to escape if he had wanted to, her furry tail wrapping around his leg absent-mindedly as if it had a will all its own.

She clung to him, one step away from wrapping both arms around him in a bear hug and plunging his face into her cleavage, her free hand delving into his hair as she cradled the back of his head. Her eyes were closed, her body writhing slowly, keeping pace with his thrusts as he watched the fresh beads of sweat follow the contours of her figure as they trailed across her skin.

She seemed taken with this new position, perhaps it was hitting some sweet spot that Eriksen wasn't aware of, both her loins and her limbs were gripping him tighter and tighter as the pair moved together. He could feel an orgasm welling, and he tried to fight it back, straining to maintain his composure for Nazka's sake. He couldn't take much more of this, she was just too tight, her body too inviting. It had been a long time since he had needed to fight so hard to stay in control.

His one night stands with escorts and fellow travelers on the space stations where he refueled and resupplied were quick and clumsy, usually fueled by cheap alcohol, the desire more of a physical need than an emotional one. He wasn't looking for a partner and neither were they, but after months in space with nobody around for light years, the need for sex could grow as urgent and as overriding as hunger or thirst.

This felt different, they had gotten to know each other intimately over the last few days, their bodies were working as one and feeding into each other in an ever-mounting passion that made him question if this was indeed the same Borealan that had threatened to torture him. Sex with her just felt right, natural, their prior animosity forgotten as their doubts and fears took a back seat to their carnality.

He flinched as she buried her face in the nape of his neck and bit into his shoulder, not as hard as when she had sought to mark him, but enough to be uncomfortable. It was a show of affection, he realized that now, and he weathered the dull pain as her sharp incisors drew a little blood and she licked at it with her rough tongue.

"You taste so sweet," she mumbled, the pace of her thrusting increasing as she mouthed and kissed at his neck.

"Hope you're not planning to eat me when we're through," he panted, welcoming the distraction from the mounting pressure in his aching loins. She giggled, biting her lower lip and whispering in his ear, her tone low and lurid.

"Depends how hard I get off, but I think you're probably in the clear."

He sank his fingers into the soft paunch of her hips, redoubling his efforts as he slammed into her, Nazka's amused chuckle trailing off into a more lurid moan. She pulled him towards her, burying his face between her bouncing breasts, their soft meat cushioning his face as they enveloped him. She smelled so good, the scent of the shower gel and the natural smell of her body mingling, her sweat making her smooth skin slippery against his red cheeks. Her furry hands roamed across his back, the sharpness of her claws contrasting with the silky fur, the gasping Borealan retaining just enough self-control to save from ripping him apart like pulled pork.

She gyrated, her legs locking around his waist, leveraging her whole body to hasten their coupling. They clung to each other, all pretense of restraint forgotten as they rutted like beasts, pushing each other higher and higher as the pleasure mounted like a bomb counting down to an explosion. The heat that burned them like a furnace, the friction of their struggling bodies, the wetness of the fluids that drenched them both inside and out. It was enough to make them delirious, lost in a fervor that made the room around them seem to fall away as if they were the only two people who existed in the universe. Her labored breathing in his ear, the sound of her heart hammering in her chest as he pressed his face into her cleavage, the scent of her body and the maddening heat that muddled his thoughts made him feel like he was going crazy. It was like all of his senses had been dialed up to eleven, his sense of touch and taste amplified tenfold, every harsh squeeze of her insides piercing his mind like a hot knife. He was simply unable to think of anything else, all of his focus was on her, unable to quiet the overwhelming sensations that wracked his body as the pleasure consumed him.

Nazka loosed a sound that was half the mewl of a kitten and half the cry of a woman possessed by her lust, her limbs and tail enclosing him like an iron maiden as she hugged him against her writhing body. She was fucking him like a toy at this point, and he was just along for the ride, her thighs pressing around him as she forced him as deep as he could reach. One of her hands enclosed his head as she pressed it into her bust, the other on his lower back, her legs crossed over his butt as her thighs squeezed him like a juice press and her serpentine tail coiled around his arm for good measure. It was enough to force the air from his lungs, and he felt her warm breath blow in his hair as she shivered, the violent contractions of her silken passage coming stronger and faster as they reached their zenith.

Eriksen felt his orgasm rise inexorably, his moan muffled by her ample bust as a flood of his ejaculate was forced from him, feeling less like a release and more as if it had been drawn from his body through the sheer strength of Nazka's undulating muscles. He released deep inside her, and almost the moment that she felt his hot emission in her depths, her own climax exploded forth. Every muscle in her body stiffened, the slippery walls of her tunnel rolling up the length of his throbbing shaft, milking him of his seed as she clutched his shivering form in her arms. Her instinct to mate was powerful, overriding, her hips grinding against his even as the pulses of orgasmic pleasure seared her nerves.

They remained locked together for what felt like hours, but could not have been more than a minute or two, their bodies seeming to meld together into a formless mass of grasping limbs and questing lips. They embraced desperately, tongues wrestling, hands roaming across damp skin and fingers searching for purchase in yielding flesh. Eriksen couldn't even remember where he was, aware only of the lingering ache of satisfaction that smoldered in his still throbbing loins and the warmth of Nazka's body as she rode out the last tremors of her fading climax. He realized that he was lying on top of her, her arms still crushing him against the hard abdominal muscles of her belly, his head lost in her cleavage. He drew back, and this time she allowed it, releasing her hold on him as he looked up at her face.

She met his gaze with her golden eyes, lids drooping, her puffy lips parted as she caught her breath. He expected some snide remark or an attempt at a joke, but none came. Instead, she smiled warmly, an expression that he had never seen brighten her face before. He couldn't help but return it.

He rose off her, his hands slipping on her smooth skin, dark and wet with fresh perspiration. He realized that he was soaked too, his or hers it was impossible to tell, and as he pulled out of her his still rigid member was chased by a torrent of their combined fluids. The lurid concoction fell heavily to the sheets, dripping down her thighs in globs and linking him to her in a drooping web. She reached down to run a furry finger through the pearly gunk, holding it up to examine it, biting her lip as a hanging string broke to drop to her belly. At least he hadn't fried her brains, she was still as sordid as ever, delighting in the mess that they had made together.

"So...what's the verdict?" Eriksen asked.

"I think we need to do a little more cultural exchange before I can be certain," she replied, her smile turning wry. Eriksen flopped onto his back, stretching his arms above his head, sore and tired but happier than he had felt in a long while. The afterglow gave everything a fuzzy, warm feel, like he was coming down from some kind of high. Nazka crawled over and lay down beside him, watching the rise and fall of his chest.

"I just had a shower, now I need another one," she said with mock exasperation.

"I think I'll just flush these sheets out of the hangar, they're beyond salvaging," Eriksen laughed.

"Is...it always that way for humans?" Nazka asked, her tone suddenly more serious.

"Are you worried that you've been missing out? No, it isn't always like this for humans. I guess we're just good together. We have chemistry."

"What does that mean?"

"Chemistry? It means we have a connection. It's kind of vague and hard to put into words, like an unspoken thing where you both just click, and you know that you do well together."

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, considering.

"When I marked you...when I bit your shoulder, I did it mostly in jest. I thought that it would embarrass you and weaken your resolve. Now I feel like you've earned it. If our species were compatible, having you sire a litter of kittens would not be a detriment to my lineage."

"You know," Eriksen replied, turning his head to look at her. "That's the nicest thing a girl has ever said to me."

"Does it...hurt?" Nazka asked. He was shocked, it was the first time that she had ever shown any empathy towards him, the first time that she had really expressed any regret or consideration for how her actions might have affected him.

"Yes, but it reminds me of you, so I don't mind. People sometimes get a tattoo when they meet a girl they like, at least you've saved me a couple of hundred credits getting ink done, and I don't have to choose the font."

She rolled over and kissed him again, slow and placating, then pulled back to grin down at him.

"I'll give you a minute to rest, then I want to go again. Let's see if we can't teach you some appreciation for the Borealan ways."

"Very well, but I'll need to introduce you to the concept of safe words. How do you feel about cranberry?"

"I don't know what any of that means," she chuckled, raking her claws across his chest to leave red welts. He winced, but he trusted her now. The night was young, and they had a lot to discover about each other. Hell, maybe they could invent some new positions while they were at it. He could publish an interspecies Kama Sutra and live off the royalties rather than having to fly freighters for a living.

He still worried about how this would all end. Despite their newfound understanding, their goals were still diametrically opposed. She was still a pirate, and he was still the pilot of a freighter that she was trying to rob, but they would cross that bridge when they came to it. For now, he would banish such doubts from his mind and enjoy this night to the fullest.

CHAPTER 10: LONG ARM OF THE LAW

Eriksen was awoken by movement, opening his eyes to see Nazka sitting up in the bed beside him, the sullied sheets and clawed mattress serving as evidence of their activities the night prior. She was alert, her round ears twitching and tracking, her eyes scanning the room.

"What is it," he asked sleepily, "everything okay?"

"I hear an alarm," she replied, rolling out of bed and beginning to pull on her clothes. Eriksen strained his ears, and then he heard it too, faint and coming from outside the door. He hopped to his feet, foregoing clothing, and hit the touchscreen to open the cabin door. He walked into the corridor, stifling a yawn, and tapped at a nearby control panel. It showed several missed hails and now an intercept warning. That jolted him awake, and he hurried back into the bedroom, hopping into a leg of his pants as Nazka watched him.

"What is it?"

"I don't know exactly," he replied, "but someone has found us."

"Fuck," she snarled, zipping up her leather jacket. "I took too long, someone from the inner system must have come looking for you. I need to move quickly."

Suddenly the confrontation that he had spent so much time avoiding had been dropped into his lap, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. Was he in danger? Should he try to escape, or try to make contact with the incoming ship? What did Nazka want? What did he want?

"What...do we do about this?" Eriksen asked hesitantly.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do," Nazka replied, staring him down with her yellow eyes. "You're going to open that damned door, and then I'm going to jump us both back to Borealis, where I'm going to scrap this junker and live off the spoils for the rest of my days. You can join me, or you can take the Black Claw. I don't have time to bring her close enough that she can ride the wake."

"Or how about you take your shuttle back to the Black Claw and leave me to finish my cargo run?"

She growled like an angry lion and punched the padded wall. It was alarming, but Eriksen stood defiantly and didn't flinch.

"Don't do this now," she said, her tone low and threatening. "I know exactly what's coming, standard procedure. You missed your delivery and didn't call in, so they did a long-range scan and detected your freighter. There's a Warden on an intercept course, full of Marines or maybe PDF weekend warriors if we're in the sticks. When you don't respond to their hails they'll board us, and they're not going to let me off with a slap on the wrist." She leaned closer, baring her teeth an inch from his nose. "We have minutes before they're swarming this ship. I don't have time to fuck around anymore, give me the code that unlocks the cockpit door or I'll start breaking your fingers."

"No," Eriksen stated simply, crossing his arms over his chest. She bellowed and brought her massive fist down on the bed, the frame collapsing, the sound of buckling plastic echoing in the room. Seeing that he was unimpressed, she turned, flaying the soft padding on the wall with swipes of her curved claws and sending clumps of foam flying through the air. She was throwing a tantrum like a little girl. The display was intended to intimidate him, but he no longer saw her as a dangerous alien monster. There was method to her madness, and he knew that she would never lay a finger on him, not now. She reduced the nightstand to debris with a powerful kick, the bedside lamp falling to the floor and breaking, then spun back to face him.

"Give me the code, or I swear I'll-!"

"You won't hurt me, Nazka," he reached up and gripped her furry forearm tentatively. She bristled as if she was about to swipe his head from his shoulders, then relaxed, her fury waning as she looked down at her tiny companion. She ran her claws through her hair, rolling her head back and muttering some curse in a language that he didn't recognize.

"Of all the fucking stupid decisions, the first was choosing this freighter as my mark, the second was letting you live long enough to get on my good side. Alright you little bastard, alright. I can't bring myself to dice someone who gives such good head."

"Ever the romantic," he complained, "now let's get you off this ship."

"You're not going to turn me in?"

"Let's just say that I can't bring myself to get someone I have chemistry with arrested for piracy."

"Well shit, you're just full of surprises, aren't you? Now what the hell are we-"

There was a clunk that reverberated through the deck. Eriksen felt it in his feet, the vibration of something impacting the hull. The pair exchanged alarmed glances, Nazka making for the door as Eriksen followed, struggling to pull a shirt over his head.

"That was fast," she muttered, "they must have seen the Black Claw. She's stealthed, so she won't show up on long-range scans, but they'd see her if they got close enough. Now they know that I'm here, no choice but to fight my way out."

Her hand shot to the massive revolver on her hip, but Eriksen gripped her wrist, the alien peering down at him quizzically.

"You can't kill them, they didn't do anything wrong."

"They're going to try to take me alive. If I resist, which I will, they'll switch to lethal methods. An XMR railgun slug is going to do a lot more damage to me than a nine-millimeter."

"You can't kill them Nazka, they're just doing their jobs. Please."

"What the hell do you want me to do then, ask them politely if I can return to my fucking pirate ship?"