To Walk the Constellations Pt. 06

Thale arched an eyebrow, his fingers hesitating.

"I..." Quah blushed. "Y-You're a mutant. That makes it hotter."

"Why?" Thale deadpanned. He knew all about the kinks and the fetishization of mutants. He wasn't entirely sure how much he liked Quah bringing it up, to be honest. He tossed his tunic over his shoulder, revealing his limber, muscular body. Quah licked her lips slowly. She had seen him naked before. But in the close heat of the corvette, it felt different. Spicy. He started to undo his belt -- but nearly stopped dead when Quah began to speak.

"Well," she said. "I like felines a lot. In general, I mean. They're so efficient, and they adapted to micro-gravity better than people. But I think the main reason is a psychosexual hangup about my own qualities as a person due to my inabiltiy to read other human beings emotions effectively, and the fact that I regularly make major breaches in the social contract. This makes the idea of being degraded, humiliated, or punished feel appropriate and right. But while actually being humiliated would be the fucking worst, being fucked by a sexy mutant who isn't actually bad at all? That lets me work through my fixation while not actually harming me or my reputation!" Quah clapped her hands. "Ah! Saying it aloud, it makes so much sense now!"

Thale opened his mouth, closed it. Shrugged, tossed the belt over his shoulder, and shimmied out of his pants. His cock swung free and Quah crooned. "Oooh!" her eyes positively glowed. "C-Can you just...slam that into my throat?"

"Quah," Thale said, his voice tight. His face felt like a stone mask -- any crack would let what felt like an entire avalanche of laughter out.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Shut the fuck up." Thale grabbed a handful of her hair, lifted himself to his knees, and pressed to his cock to her lips. Her tongue slid to the bottom of her mouth and her eyes shone with excitement as Thale let himself give in to an impulse he'd had earlier. Quah wanted to get it rough? To give it hard? Fine. He let some of his anger flow into him and slammed forward. His cock slurped past her gums, down her gullet, and his balls slapped against her chin with a meaty pap. Her eyes rolled back, almost showing him pure whites, and her back arched as she made a muffled, pleased sound. Her throat convulsed around his cock, but he didn't feel any gagging.

Thale's brow furrowed. "You slap my thigh if it goes too far..." He growled.

"I'm a Liminal Knight, Thale." Quah's voice spoke from the comptech on the bridge, echoing from several speakers at once. "Harder! Fucking harder!"

Thale growled and gripped her hair with two hands. What felt like a whole years worth of frustration boiled through him as he began to slam into her throat. He'd never throatfucked anyone before. There was something brutal and fierce about it, and the slurping, squelching noises that escaped Quah's throat ran the line between erotic and obscene -- a razor's edge that accentuated the moment and set his nerves afire with pleasure. Her tongue pressed to the bottom of his cock with every thrust, the tip curling up to tease his glans as he pulled back. Her nose flared every time he pulled back, and drool dripped along her chin as her face went from pristine to utterly messy. Her eyes did close after a few thrusts, but her voice continued to moan from the speakers.

As if he was fucking the ship.

"Yes! Yes! Thale, ah! Yes, punish my throat...fuck me up! Nnh!" The engine heat warning light flicked on, and several dials normally used to show the antiproton reaction in the sublight thruster came to life and began to build up red bars, peaking towards the tops of their gauges. If the ship had been active, those gauges would indicate they were shockingly close to catastrophic drive failure. As it was...Quah shuddered. Her back arched and her moans peaked as her sex clenched and spurted clear, hot girl-juices onto her seat.

That was enough for Thale. He clenched his hands in her hair, tugging her hair taut, taking advantage of the enhancements she had woven into her hair. He couldn't tear it. Hell, he could barely hut her doing this. But it did anchor him. He was fairly sure if he hadn't had her hair to grip, he'd have gone flying off his perch as cum exploded deep in her throat. HE shuddered and came and came and came, his eyes closing as Quah's throat worked desperately, trying to swallow, but cum managed to escape her attentions. Some bubbled around her lips. Some came from her nose, dripping along her face. Her eyes opened, showing the whites as she climaxed again and again, her throat working around his cock. Thale drew back just a bit more -- his cock twitching as he painted her face with yet more cum. Another jet or two splashed her breasts, leaving her a quivering, mewling wreck of a woman.

Thale panted, heavily, his purr rumbling through him. "Imagine someone seeing you right now. Not much of a Limial Knight..." he grinned.

Quah closed her mouth, swallowed. Breathed in a few gasps. Moaned. Her voice spoke through the speakers -- chipper and uneffected by her current state: "Well, there are several Liminal Knights who were famous for their sexual and erotic exploits. Lokison Queen, for example! She...or...he...er...they! They once infiltrated the simstim hab blocks of Illidas and had simultaneous sex with six thousand five hundred and ninety two virile men. VR sex, but still! It counts!"

Thale shook his head slowly as Quah reached up to begin wiping her face off. She smacked her lips and croaked out loud: "That was amazing..." She grinned, lopsided, then focused on panting and getting her breath under control. Her voice came from the speakers again: "Ready for round two?"

Thale panted. "No. You..." He blinked as an articulated arm emerged from the console and slapped a medpatch on his thigh. "What was that?"

"The autodoc!" Quah's voice continued to sound as cheerful as ever, even as Thale felt his thigh tingle. Suddenly, his member -- which had begun to soften -- raged to full hardness again. His whole body felt as if it had been set on fire. His nerves burned and he breathed in short, panting breaths. His hands clenched. His whole body started to tremble.

"Technically, I had to jerry rig the medication. For some dumb reason, this experimental combat corvette doesn't have aphrodisiacs built into the autodoc. But once you have a cache of chems and a nanofabber, even with DRM, you're halfway to any high you want!" Quah smiled. Her smile faded. "Thale?" She giggled. "I...It's just a weak one."

"For. A. Human." Thale snapped his head up. Quah's eyes widened and she let out a soft eep.

Thale didn't feel the moments between beginning the movement and the end. It was as if time had blinked and suddenly, he was pinning Quah to the uncomfortable, hard edged console. His tongue slammed into her mouth and he gripped her wrists in his hands, hard enough to bruise as his achingly hard cock pressed to her belly, pinned between their bodies. Quah arched her back, moaning into him as her voice whispered from the speakers.

"Gotta remember that mixture! Oh yes..."

Thale bit her neck. His teeth dug in and nearly drew blood. One of her legs crooked over his shoulder. Thale could barely remember her name. He could barely remember his name. All he knew was that a willing, eager, fertile female was right here under him in this strange, close bedroom. His achingly hard member glided along her sex, feeling how frictionless she was. She was so wet. So fucking ready. He growled into her as she spread herself with the wanton eagerness of a slut. His eyes closed and he sank into her -- his cock spreading her sex. She was virgin tight, but she moaned like she had felt this kind of impalement a dozen times. Her sex clung to him and her hands wriggled under his grip. He held her closer as he started to work his hips, slamming into her again and again and again, grunting as he did so, his body trembling as he felt his own orgasm beginning to boil in his balls.

It was so fast. So feral. He let out a growling purr as the willing woman screamed through her lips and through the speakers around him. The whole cockpit flared with lights and flickering symbols and he felt the ship rock up and down as he pounded her cunt -- and then he released her neck, throwing his head back and roaring. He wasn't quite built for roaring. It came out as something edging the line between animal and man, between masculine and feminine, and part of him was utterly ashamed to let it loose. But most of him, the part that was subsumed into the pleasure of the moment, the part of him that felt like his skin was on fire...

That part grinned.

His balls clenched and a thick stream of cum squirted from her sex, forced out by her tightness and the pressure of the rest of his cum as he planted a thick, heavy load into her waiting womb. The woman panted heavily, her voice a pleased burble -- almost mindless. She mumbled happy words into her own arm as she turned her head to the side. The voice from the speakers was more coherent: "Oh Christ that feels good. So, should wear off n-EE!" She squeaked.

He wasn't done.

He was still hard.

So, he simply started to slam into her again. He was more forceful, but slower, this time. His hips drew back and he pulled almost entirely out of her sloppy pussy and pushed back in, his own cum leaking past him with every thrust. He grunted and growled, looking down into her eyes as his hands slid from her wrists to her shoulders, pinning her there. With her arms freed, she planted her palms against his chest. But she didn't push him away, or struggle. Instead, she moaned, her fingertips tracing the lines of his chest.

"Thale! Thale! Yes! Thale!" She moaned, her eyes closing as she arched her back.

Thale felt his pleasure peak and crest again. He clenched his jaw and only let out a snarling sound as his balls clenched and he dumped another load into Quah. She arched her back and her sex nearly squeaked him out as she mewled happily. Her hair wriggled behind her and she dug her fingertips into his chest. When they both paused, her thighs were an utter mess, soaked completely with his hot, white cum. Her breath was ragged and she whimpered. "I...am so sore...but I fucking love...it..." Her eyes half closed.

Thale panted.

Then started to draw back for another few thrusts, his cock still hard.

"Oh my god!" Quah squealed, her voice almost sparking the speakers. Then, plaintive, she whined. "At least fuck my ass."

He wasn't sure what that meant. But as he drew back to thrust into her again, his whole body quivering with the last sparks of adrenaline and the low, guttering flame of lust, one of her long tendrils of hair loosed from around the hand grip, slipped down, then looped around his cock. He popped free from her sex -- but Quah managed to arch her back and push his member down, so that he found the puckered tautness of her anus. He pushed forward and Quah clenched her teeth, her eyes half closed. "Ah...ahhh!" She moaned as he started to slide into her -- inch by inch by inch. She accepted him only gingerly here, but once he was deep inside of her, his balls brushing against the soaked lap of the chair, her back was arched and her lips were parted in a silent moan.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Quah moaned from the speakers. "I knew the ten thousand credit genefix for easier anal was worth it."

Thale started to fuck her more sedately now -- his member plunged into her again and again. His breath was coming in ragged, panting gasps, and as he hung his head forward, he felt the energy that had burned through him fading, drip by drip. His eyes closed and he felt the sparks behind his eyes going out. But he simply refused to stop until he was done. While he wasn't able to pin Quah anymore, he did hold her by the hips. His claws teased her skin and he slammed into her faster and faster, picking up some tempo as he felt his orgasm rushing towards him -- even as her sex dribbled his own cum onto his member. Her eyes were closed and her lips twisted into a fierce grin.

"That's it..." Quah crooned. "That's it...cum in me, Thale. Fucking make this a...ah...ah complete study!"

Thale did not snarl. He did not roar. He simply grunted as he thrust once more -- his balls clenching and a last spurt of cum filling his lover. He panted heavily, his while chest rising and falling as he dragged in great, gulping lungfuls of air. The drug had burned itself completely out of him -- leaving his nerves buzzing and his skin feeling two sizes too small. His muscles ached. His head swam.

He felt like a god.

He grinned, slowly. "Howazat?" he mumbled.

Quah, her body gleaming with sweat and dripping with cum, shrugged. "Eh. It'd have been better if there were two of you," she said through the speakers. "I'd say Double S rank, but not triple."

Thale was tired enough to laugh.

***

Lord Drak remained on the Victrix, which began to burn towards The Watch's primary -- a collapsar. The ancient, brooding black hole had been created in the same stellar catastrophe that had swept the solar system clean and left behind the slowly diffusing nebula. Because it was already a rapidly spinning hyperdimensional object, the Victrix would not need to use its FTL engines for their normal function. Rather than creating the gravitational field to drop into, the Victrix would instead use its gravitic fields to cancel out the killing tidal forces created by approaching the collapsar.

However, the Victrix had immensely more weight to carry. Its engines had to push so much more mass. It took its time, building up inertia.

The two corvettes, the Stiletto and the Rapier, reached the collapsar first.

Adoran spent the entire time accelerating speaking to Thale over their comptech. They talked about remarkably little -- Adoran would talk about their days together, about their training, about some new trick of combat, about a minutia of Elthas politics, about Thale's encounter with Quah. Adoran asked about that a lot, with quite the grin on his face. They talked about literally anything but the mission and what would happen afterwards. Thale, for his part, nodded a lot. Said yes a few times. Never said those words. Those three words that he knew he should, the words that caught in his throat.

I miss you.

The two corvettes injected into the collapsar.

And they were farther away than the most distant glimmering of the most distant star.

Thale sat up that night, looking out through the simulated window at the simulated greyscale beaches, at the rising gemstone of Elthas, and drew his knees up into his chest. He closed his eyes. "I won't miss him," he whispered. "Because I will be seeing him again. I will. I will. I will."

***

The Rapier emerged from its quad-jack into the solar system of Masque Macabre. Adoran felt the slick slurping feeling of acceleration fluids sliding away from him and shook his head. He groaned and rubbed his hand through his blond hair. "All right, Swift, how are we?" he mumbled. The speakers on the Rapier's console spoke in a soothing feminine voice.

"We haven't been detected by their orbital surveillance network. I'm doing a quick scan of orbiting sundivers..." Swiftwind paused. "Nothing matching the signature from the Victrix. No Tiamat, Adoran."

"Of course," Adoran said, rubbing his cheeks with his palms.

Most Liminal Knights had a less personal relationship with their Machine. That was, in fact, the reason why Adoran had never brought it up to anyone else. Even to Thale. His heart clenched and guilt gnawed at his gut at the thought of that. He leaned back in his seat.

"Are you okay, Prince Adams?" Swift asked, her voice quiet.

"I...no. Yes. I'm just woolgathering," Adoran said, shaking his head.

"Do you even know what that expression means?" Swift asked, her voice somehow being both unemotional and snarky. It was a subtle inflection. But since he had been hearing her in every com unit, in every speaker, in every whispering nanite, since the day he had realized his powers...Adoran was good at picking it up. He grinned, slowly.

"Elthas went through a three thousand year long dark age before the Hegemony tugged us up," he said, his voice playful. "You know for a fact that, three centuries, my family were woolgatherers."

Swift's chuckle was musical. "Plotting a course to the planet's surface that will keep us in the dark. Unless you want to go in like Thale might. All capes and ominous drama?" Her voice got that snarky quality again. Adoran frowned.

"I've told you, Thale doesn't choose to wear that mask..." he muttered.

"Mmmhmm." Swift sounded skeptical.

The Rapier hit the burners. Using a furious antiproton reaction, it flung itself forward at incredible velocities. By focusing the thrust plume into a razor thin line, it was able to evade detection as it decelerated into orbit around Masque Macabre. Once there, Adoran took the controls in hand, guiding the Rapier through the buffeting heat of the atmosphere. He entered on the dayside, a good hundred thousand kilometers from the megacity, then flew low and slow through valleys, canyons, and above thick forests. As he flew, the Rapier's radar reflecting and angled hull would keep him from being picked up by anything but visual spotting.

Visual spotting was why he landed at the bottom of the glacier cliff that marked the edge of the megacity. The corvette settled into a meadow, cold gas thrusters buffeting the ground and throwing up smoke, steam and flurries of leaves. Once the corvette had settled, Swift said: "Shall I call an autocar, my Prince?"

Adoran chuckled. "What, you think I can't climb almost half a kilometer of ice?"

"Oh, I'm sure you could. With your broad shoulders and your astounding muscles. You could likely even do it without mussing your hair," Swift said, her voice growing more cheerful as Adoran strapped his ablative armor plating on. Most Hegemonic knights -- including Thale -- preferred to put their trust in their blade, their reflexes, and their powers. But Adoran had never seen any issue with adding some extra armor. It wasn't exactly a struggle with his muscles.

"Can you steal the car without drawing attention?" Adoran asked, sheathing his threshold blade. He slung on set of nondescript robes to conceal the armor and the blade both.

"Sir!" Swift said. "I'm insulted! Offended! Slighted! To think I might be noticed by this planet's idea of infosec."

By the time Adoran clambered out of the cockpit of the corvette and started to slide along the slanted hull plating and towards the ground, he could already see the sleek shape of an autocar descending towards him. Once his feet crunched into the thick carpet of pine needles that made up the forest floor, Adoran took a moment to try and adjust his sense of scale. While in the cockpit, he could imagine the Rapier was a sleek singleton -- the size of a Dawnage areofighter. Instead, it was almost a hundred meters long and fifty meters wide. The cockpit was a minuscule part of the black bulk -- the rest was automated systems, remass storage, antiproton storage, the FTL engine...

The autocar landed beside him and Adoran yelped.

The autocar, sitting upright, looked like a coffin. The door was open and waiting for him to step inside.

"They take their gimmick very seriously, don't they?" Adoran muttered.

"I'm not sure, Prince Adoran Adams of Elthas, General of the Swiftwind Chevaliers, Lord of Grey Hawk, Baronet in Exile of the Third Asteroidal Barony of Castle, and member of the Hegemonic Knights," Swift said, her voice dry.