Sleeping with the Enemy
Whether they liked it or not, Jack and Hebina had quite a lot in common. They were relentless in their pursuits, cleverly cunning and loathed the prospect of losing. When one sudden torrid tryst lands them both in compromising positions, the ball is in anyone's court now. The game intensifies when one of them proposes an arrangement. Solipsistic lust and obligations to one's duty clash as the two start heating up the racing academy.
Chapter 1
The Serpent Sheds her Skin
He had to remind himself the reason he was doing this was justified and critical. His duty, obligations and beliefs in legal justice were on the line. Day after day he spent utilizing his time with either training, forming ties with the other races and well, racing. Jack mentally slapped himself silly before shoving himself into a bucket of ice water. It was time to get drastic. The undercover investigator was not one to give up so easily. Yes, that was the exact reason why he had decided that enough was enough. Searching Hebina's quarters in Gurao was his last hope since she simply would not warm up to him. A red flush crossed over his skin and he inwardly cringed at the sheer awkward nature in which he asked her to race with him.
Her reaction was, the least to say, disastrous. She fled. She darted right out of the dining room with her equally sinister sisters, screaming at the top of her lungs. She must have thought him some perverted freak of nature. It struck him odd though. Hebina didn't come across as the type to shriek in the face of strangers. Perhaps, she wasn't as crippled a criminal, as he believed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning at his past faux pas. I had to be some Casanova about it. Seriously? Race with me, Hebina, I beg you? What a cheesy line!
Reprimanding himself would have to wait. It was finally time to investigate this pirate's lair. The room she was given was kept relatively clean. Moreover, it was sparsely furnished. Hebina had only brought along with her a little chest that was, to his dismay, locked. Well, this was just his sheer good luck. He had absolutely no lock-picking tools. He could have banged his head against the floor in exasperation. Sometimes, he wondered why he had survived this long in the force. Wait, what force? Oh yeah, he worked alone. He was just a forever loner fighting for the greater good. Because ever since he joined, he was suddenly everyone's most hated investigator in the Galactic Federation. I am pathetic.
The pity party would also have to wait. Jack could not wallow in his self-depression for too long. Certainly, he could have taken up another occupation that didn't lead him to sneak into women's private boudoirs. Yet, this was his ambition since young. It was to ensure that evil was put behind bars and good prevailed. His sharp, golden eyes fell upon a black piece of velvet peeking out of Hebina's rather mussed blankets. It signaled to him, almost crying out for inspection.
"Aha! What is this, Hebina? Valuable cloth that you have stolen?" He shrank down to a crouching position and inched forward, keeping as quiet as possible. Reaching out a trembling hand, he fisted the velvet and divested it from its hiding place. Jack's tongue proceeded to slide down his esophagus. It was a pair of raven, lace trimmed panties. There was a label peeking out of it. Embossed upon it was a serpent, its tongue out, hissing in vengeance at the intruder that dared disturb its slumber. Jack quivered, glowing frightfully red. He-Hebina's un-underwear…underwear… This was not what he had in mind when he was to investigate all the nooks and crannies of Hebina's whereabouts. He felt a stirring sensation acting up down below. To be specific, it lurked in the depths between his thighs. The fuck! This is not the time to get aroused! Especially not over a space pirate!
Hebina was the enemy. She was a wrongdoer. She pillaged and plundered innocent victims, solely to satisfy her greed for materialistic pleasures. It didn't matter if she wore such scandalous lingerie. Even if that lingerie felt so deliciously good caressing the pads of his hands. Jack found himself fingering the material of the panties unconsciously. As he tried to calm his demon down south from emerging, his mind could not be restrained from thinking up notions that tempted it to do so.
A space pirate wearing such a delicate little piece. Hmm, I wonder what it looks like slipped on. The detective found himself smiling giddily at the thought. Or better yet, slipped off…off of that luscious rump…down her curvy thighs…past her smooth knees and down those toned calves. Catching himself with a loud yelp, he hurled away the devious cloth with all his might before bracing himself against the wall. His respiration came out in lengthy, heavy pants. Focus. That was what he desperately needed right now. Not Hebina. Oh no, definitely not Hebina. His eyes slid close and a frustrated grunt escaped his, he now realized, parched lips. With newfound determination coursing through him, he lunged off the wall and clenched his claws. He will not be swayed by that pirate's femininity. He had a mission and was finally going to get somewhere with it.
Yet, his treacherous gaze fell upon that abandoned garment that lay, almost forlorn, in a corner of the room. He inhaled deeply, steeling himself. All right, Jack, this is just another case. Just because she is beautiful…uh, no! Not beautiful! Uh, attractive…no! Gorgeous. No, that's even worse! Ugh, point being, you have to keep your heart and body disciplined. She is a criminal and needs to be thoroughly investigated. No sooner had those thoughts strung through his mind that he heard twin female voices permeate the room. Evasive action! Pronto! Of course, the only means of immediate escape was under the bed. Obviously, someone had wished this upon him for some sadistic enjoyment. Whoever that bastard was could spontaneously combust right now. It would be adequate consolation. At that moment, somewhere in the heart of Gurao, Antares wondered why he, out of the blue, felt this searing sensation stoking within him.
"Oh, finally! I'm looking forward to a long night of beauty sleep after this dreadfully long day of training. Why, my skin is starting to lose its luster!" Hebina's sultry, low feminine tones tingled Jack's radar ears and he swallowed. He could extend a slight bit of courtesy and admit that the space pirate's voice was actually quite delightful to hear. An only exception was when she shrilled or burst into fitful, bratty tears over a supposedly unfair defeat. A far more spunky voice followed Hebina's outburst. It would have been pleasant to the ear if not for the teasing tinge to it.
"Oh, I thought snakes were nocturnal creatures," It was that Fiona girl, from Team Jet. Oh shit! He had completely forgotten that the both of them shared a room. Well, now he wasn't just knee deep in sewage. He was waist deep and sinking fast. "And sorry, Hebina, you would need eternal sleep to get anywhere beautiful." Jack inferred that such a scathing remark would have been easily punctuated with a stuck out tongue. He always had such good instincts. Hebina hissed at the taunt, spitting something out along the lines of ripping off Fiona's oral appendage if she didn't shut up. Again, he swallowed. She had a wrathful side that was almost, dare he say it, exciting.
"Unlike you, little Missy, I actually care for sleep. Now, go run along with your equally bratty ruffian friends if you're not going to hit the sheets. You will only be a disturbance." The sliding screen separating both the girls' rooms slid open, signaling Jack that the serpent had slunk back into its secluded lair. He crawled out just enough so that he could stare up at the full length of Hebina. She had her arms raised high above her head, loosening out any knots that had formed during another day of Coach Dile's hellish workout sessions. Jack struggled to restrain the low groan about to emerge from his lips. This graceful motion had made all of Hebina's voluptuous contours appear all the more prominent to him. He darted his tongue out to moisten his sandpaper mouth. Easy there, Jack. Remember who she is. She is not one to be lusted for. She is a pirate! Yet, oh, she looks so…Mmm.
Hebina let out a contented sigh as she plopped down rather gracelessly on her bed. If not for his fangs coming down upon his bottom lip, Jack would have let out a sharp cry. Her boots came into his view. This carried on for precisely four minutes. Languidly, one booted leg came up to rest upon her right thigh. Hebina tugged it off gently, letting out grateful mews in the process. All heat that Jack had been attempting to control torpedoed straight to his groin again. Crap! Crap! Crap! This was not part of the plan! Why does she have to undress now? And why does she have to make those awful, disgusting, appalling…ravishing, arousing…I mean, REVOLTING noises while doing it! Jack's eyes wrenched themselves shut and his claws dug deep into the floor beneath him. He shook himself rapidly as he laid in this uncomfortable way on his stomach. It was getting progressively more discomforting what with the erection raging in the crotch of his pants. This is great, just fantastic. I have a boner over a space pirate. This is even more disgraceful than her being able to overtake me! If the other investigators knew about this, I really will be a true social outcast. Not that I already wasn't one.
When the detective finally braved a peek, his pupils dilated till they were tiny little obsidian disks. Hebina was now standing before the full-length mirror in the far left of her room, bootless. She has such cute, nimble feet. Of course, not that I care a fig about it! Her slim fingers were now at her collar, and as they parted the heavenly gates of her blouse, more of her buttercup yellow tinged fair skin was revealed to Jack's unconsciously roving eyes. He was sure his bottom lip was bleeding with the way he was gnawing it so intently. First exposed like precious gems unearthed, was her sculpted clavicle. As his tongue darted out to, futilely, wet his dried mouth again, he could not block out the tantalizing image of him pinning her against the wall, barking at her to confess and if she would not, he would persuade her.
"Jack! Are you insane! What-what are you doing!" Hebina realized she was caught between the detective's strong build and the wall behind her. Her magenta eyes were large and glowing with shock, offense and…could it be arousal? Her wrists were firmly wrested in Jack's firm grip and his mouth was a mere dangerous inch away from hers. His orange pupils searched her, scanning over her body, not missing an inch. Hebina writhed beneath him, flushed and scandalized. Why, his gaze made her feel practically naked!
"Hebina," He purred out, his hot breath making her legs degrade into mere gelatinous pillars. "What are you really up to, coming here? Tempting me with your ravishing beauty? Tossing out careless giggles, flirtatious winks and double entendres? Do you plan to lure me from the hands of Justice and into a life of piracy?" All the thieving tramp could do was stare up at him in such wonderment. Surely, surely, those weren't her nipples protruding through her red blouse, aching to feel his claws or even his tongue. This maniac could not possibly turn her on! He was not her type! At all! Still, could she deny how his probing gaze affected her? There was familiar stirring warmth that gradually increased between her thighs. "Jack…" It was a mere whisper, a faltering statement.
"Confess, Hebina," The detective's claws reached to up her collar, parting her blouse in one swift movement, revealing a set of pert, round breasts. Jack licked his lips, a hunger he had not felt in many years overwhelming his ever sense. He leaned in and dragged the tip of his tongue along her collarbone, relishing her stifled gasp of astonished pleasure. "I will ensure you do if you refuse."
"Oh, Jack…Jack…Jack."
Completely immersed in his lurid fantasy, the now very horny investigator hadn't noticed that the object of his most erotic visions was actually speaking his name aloud. Forcing himself out back into the real world, where Hebina will never allow him to so much as breathe the air about her, he opened his eyes. Oh sweet spirits of racing. She only wore her dangerously fitting pants and a purple corset, laced tightly in the back. If he could, he would emerge from his hiding, reach out one trembling hand and pull those ties loose. Enough of that, you pathetic dog in heat! Listen to what she just said pertaining to you! You were already this close to having sticky unmentionable effusions under her bed! At least wait till you pry out some information from her for once!
"I do wonder where Jack disappeared to all of a sudden. After dinner, he just vanished. Ugh, what do I care about that little weirdo anyway?" Weirdo! Why the little witch! Hebina's hands dropped down to her shapely hips, cutting off his train of thought. Like a delectable donut being unraveled from its paper bag wrapper, her toned rear soon was fully reflected in his pupils, covered most pitifully by thin, violet lace. Jack was certain that if his mouth weren't dry right now, it'd be filled to the brim with saliva. Just look at me! I can barely focus now with that…that…derriere in front of me! Oh, what would it be like to touch it? Squeeze it? Feel her in my palms? No, Jack! Resist! You must resist! You're a hair's breadth away from attacking her from behind!
I won't! I'm not that kind of man! The internal battle within him raged. He reached one of his claws to grip onto his head, which was getting progressively sore from all these conflicting emotions. Still in her unmentionables, Hebina stood before the mirror, humming a little tune as she brushed out her sapphire hair. I do wonder what it would be like to have those silken strands intertwining within my fingers. That isn't the only thing you would like to touch and you know it. Shut up! Well, it isn't. Concentrate. He squeezed his eyes shut tonight for what seemed to be the millionth time. His corneas were starting to sting. When he eventually opened them, Hebina had pulled up a chair directly in front of his line of view and seated herself. Her profile was more of a queen, basking in regality than a common, filthy pirate. He knew that. Jack had it ingrained ever since he knew Hebina. Yet, the illusion before him had bewitched him. Strangely, the undercover bat couldn't give a flying fuck about it. Her lithe limbs draped over the dark arms, creating such a stark, lovely contrast. Jack could almost envision anyone lower than dirt, hurrying to kiss her feet and beg for fair, merciful judgment. It would be futile of course. Hebina was a devious little trickster. He would soon learn that she was also a treacherous tease.
Hebina was not usually one to do this. She was a lady after all. A space pirate maybe but her title will forever be that of a noblewoman. Until, those damned imposters infiltrated her family. The mastermind. She will never forget him. After all, he left with every shred of her fortune and property...on their wedding day. The pirate narrowed her eyes and her painted lips pulled into a vengeful sneer. She would never be fooled like that again. Honest labor and moral means were ludicrous. To truly survive in such a cruel world, you had to always, perpetually, without fail, play dirty. That was the space pirate's philosophy and she will forever stick to it. Back to the problem at hand, before she started dwelling on darker times, she straightened herself up on the chair and parted her thighs, bracing her feet on the silk covered bed. She had not the faintest notion that she was being watched. Nor did she know the effect she wielded upon that voyeur and his quickly engorging nether regions.
Jack was certain that at this particular moment, rational thoughts he had strove to keep were quickly dissipating. Hebina was in this chair, legs wide and inviting with what appeared to be a look of utter peace on her normally emotive countenance. One of her languid hands slithered down to the apex of her thighs and Jack's jaw came unhinged. Surely, a woman as arrogant as Hebina didn't do that! Still, she was a pirating wench. The thought inflamed him further. The explorative fingers paused before her most private regions. A most vexed, hesitant expression crossed her face.
"Oh, don't be silly, Hebina! Every woman indulges in a little solo fun once in a while! I know for sure Daijako has done it; honestly, she can never keep it down when she does. And maybe even Kohebiko. Though she is too much of an innocent. Oh what's wrong with me? I can do this! The little rugrat's gone to train late at night with her pathetic team. I have the room to myself. Moreover, the doors and walls are soundproof. Well, here goes nothing," Jack could now literally hear his heart pound in the deepest recesses of his ears. His sonic hearing amplified it tenfold till it was almost deafening. His eyes followed one lone, trembling finger that snaked down and tenderly prodded her womanly folds through the dampening purple fabric. A low, sensuous moan erupted from the space pirate's lush lips. Jack had to clamp a hand over his mouth and bite his fingers to stop himself from echoing it.
Another finger, emboldened by its mistress's noise of pleasure, quickly joined its companion. Primed and ready, both of them proceeded to stroke and caress the outlines of Hebina's sodden cavern. A female pirate's most precious treasure was what was hidden betwixt her thighs. They cherished it with utmost pride and respect. It was not to be stolen away by just any man nor was it to be left ignored and neglected for too long. Hebina was guilty of the latter sin. Though she made herself out to be a most desirable woman, in truth, the former dame had only a handful of lovers. It was partly her fault she had to admit. She was always more interested in materialistic pleasures than carnal ones. Perhaps, she should consider a little shift in preference from time to time.
Her little mews and moans intensified into squeals and growls. Jack's attention was miles away from his investigation now. His vision was fixated on solely one event. Hebina's elegant, slender digits caressing her forbidden fruit, plucking and polishing it. His member complained most irritatingly as he tortured himself with the show he was getting. He ought to have ripped his eyes away from such an appalling sight. He ought to have stopped before he was in too deep. When one had the first taste of sweet, tempting sin, it took superhuman effort to stop oneself from desiring more. Jack did not possess such power. It was always one of his biggest flaws, this lack of impulse control. He was torn between wanting to stop her, to lecture her on committing such a scandalous act in front of his watchful eyes. At the same time, he wanted, oh so desperately longed for, to shove her onto the floor and thrust between her thighs as though she was his pirate wench. She could be mine. Just for this night. She could see it as an act of penance for daring to tempt me. I could. I could just leap out and fuck her till she begs for mercy. Mmm, Hebina begging for me is quite the tantalizing occurrence. What have you become, Jack? Your baser instincts are overtaking you! You have to fight it!
"Ah, yes, right there," Hebina's face was a flurry of fluid passion. Her fingers had now slid into her lacy panties and were fiddling with the tingling bud that embodied all feminine sensations. Her sapphire fringe plastered itself against her perspiration-adorned forehead as she hissed her ecstasy through her teeth. Jack stared for what seemed like eons. He was nibbling his finger till it was sore and red and he hadn't even felt the slightest stab of pain. All blood after all had traveled down south. This magnificent, witchy creature had enthralled him tonight. Admittedly, yes, he always did find Hebina to be startlingly pretty for a rapacious space pirate. However, his logical side always forbade him to think of her anything more than just lovely. She was merely a flower on the windowsill to admire, not to pluck or tamper with.
Discipline, Jack, discipline. Remember discipline. Don't be distracted by how her breasts jiggle with how she bucks her round hips against her fingers. Or how she looks as though she is leaking through her panties. Or how badly, very badly you want to run up now and press your thirsty lips to her luscious cavern. Fuck, his own presumed iron resolve was starting to betray him. Sweat beaded his face and his hands were almost paralyzed in their clenched state. Hebina straddled on that chair that miraculously still remained on all four of its legs, her fingers delved so deep that Jack could only fantasize on how far his cock would go in her.
Would she be tight? Juicy? Silken? Sopping? He moistened his lips almost periodically now as he observed this writhing, scintillating creature with serpentine, blessed curves getting off on her fingers. You could have her now, Jack. You always denied yourself pleasure because of duty. Now, this fruit lays open and peeled for you, fresh and ripe. Take it.
No. I can't! Even though she is a space pirate, she is still a woman that won't give consent! It's amoral! It's criminal! It's… His train of thought derailed right off the tracks when Hebina let out a hissing, husky little cry. "J-Jack…oh, Jack…Jack, mmm, you naughty little bat," The space pirate may have thought him a peculiar, sometimes frightening man and certainly out of her league. But then again, that pulled at her somewhat. He was awkward about her; shy even and yet, interrogative and authoritative. She was no fool. She knew from the start that he had something to do with the law. It would partly explain his obsessive stalking and all that complicated, over-the-top armor. She remembered snorting when she first actually got a good look of him.
Seriously, that helmet with the gold lining was just plain tacky and the bat wings on his shoulders were plain overkill. Though, she supposed she could give him credit over how it all accentuated and revealed a marvelous physique. Jack was certainly unlike most men the space pirate had admired. He was just her height, not overbearingly tall. His build was slender but definitely strong and lean; the way he hauled rocks and tore through vines in that mysterious island Dile thought was a good place to build character certainly proved that. He may not have a devastatingly handsome face what with the green skin and the awkward purple markings leading up and around his large, yellow eyes. Yet, she could concede that he wasn't bad-looking either. Perhaps, Jack's charms were more noticed when in action and up close, not when admired from afar. His voice though, oh that was something that struck a tremor in her. It was smooth, suave and held a force within it that did, admittedly, made her heart pulsate when he gave his awfully forward proposal. Also, she couldn't really complain about those grey arm guards; they emphasized his animal side. He certainly did look about ready to pounce on her when he slammed his hand on that table. Goodness, suddenly, Hebina felt flashes of heat run through just remembering the way he purred down at her. It was just so demanding, forceful and masculine.
Hebina had to admit that now, as she reflected back, Jack had indeed stirred a long iced over passionate side of her. Exactly how would it be like to be gripped in those claws and have his golden gaze probing her? He seemed like the type to be strong, demanding and fiery between the sheets. That is, if someone stoked his embers just right. For now, he was just a self-righteous, often pompous and morally uptight little weirdo with a real stalker complex. It would be delightful fun to peel off that undesirable exterior and reveal a virile, eager to please man. Enigmatic, determined men did arouse the former Lady Hebina quite easily.
Contrary to what she believed, Jack's embers were very much stoked right now. In fact, they were raging hot and wanted nothing more to burn right out. She, this sneaky and devilish harlot, had called out his name. Jack had not felt this longing to any woman before. Why, he couldn't remember the last time he had a night of cheap, tawdry sex. His last dapple in sinful activity was this girl that went space cruising while high on some foreign drugs. She had been particularly persuasive with him. In the end, he let her go. Thirty minutes of romping around in his private quarters and that was it. It wasn't bad sex. It wasn't explosively good either. It wasn't the kind of sex he had heard other male racers or members of the Galactic Federation brag about. The kind of sex where the woman was an utter she-devil and did anything and everything a man's lurid, depraved heart could desire. He directed his gaze up to Hebina's flushed, sensation-ridden face. Hebina. She was a true she-devil, that's for sure.
"Oh, Jack! Yes, right there! Oh, you know where it is, you bad boy! X marks the spot!" Her wanton screams rattled his eardrums and he was sure that if he didn't do something right now, his cock was going to break through the crotch of his suit. It was really make or break time now. Come on, Jack. What will it be? The right choice or the desired choice? The angel and devil were perched on his shoulders, whispering their coaxes. He was a man of the law. A detective sworn to protect the innocent. He did not have his way with strange women anymore ever since that pathetic tryst. He was not that kind of man. He won't. He won't do it. I won't. I can't. I will prevail!
"Oh Jack, please…please finish me," Hebina was disgruntled. Usually, it did not take this long to finish herself off during a regular fingering session. Still, as much as she prodded and stroked and pinched, the climax eluded her. She could have splintered the chair she was rocking back and forth in but still, not even a hint of sexual closure. She needed a real man. Or perhaps one of those fancy toys that women bought nowadays to give themselves a quick jolt now and then when real lovers were of short supply. Why, if she were honest, Jack would really, truly hit the spot right now. It would be most delicious to manipulate him and use his hard body and cock for her lustful needs. Oh, that adorably awkward goof red and flushed ready for her to play with. What a sinfully wicked thought!
It didn't take long for such a wish to attain realistic characteristics. When she pried her large eyes open a crack, a blurry image of Jack lunged at her and practically shoved her down off the very thankful chair. Before she could release cries of protest and shock, his ravenous mouth came upon hers as his claws encased her slightly struggling wrists. Any words or curses she would have hurtled at him were utterly swallowed by his slithering tongue and his insistent lips. The kiss was torrid, animalistic and positively dripping with carnality. Hebina let out a tiny, pained yelp when he deliberately sank one of his fangs into her lip before licking it, nursing it, enjoying the sweetness of her blood. He was a bat after all. Their bodies pressed intimately closed, his fully armored while hers clad in dainty lingerie. It was utter sin in itself. Their lips dueled as their tongues tangled, danced and massaged one another. Jack could feel his erection throbbing against her silken inner thigh and couldn't resist the urge to grind against her eagerly. Hebina, to say the least, was running on autopilot. Her body still bereft from being unable to achieve completion had cooled down somewhat. Now, with Jack's body, Jack's hands and Jack's-oh goodness-erection pressing desperately against her, her arousal had returned full force. She had actually, for once, gotten what she desired. When air became too much of a pressing matter, Jack removed his mouth, leaving her to make a yelp of disapproval. He too was reluctant to break the connection but he had to also look at her.
His golden eyes took in everything. Her unkempt blue locks, that infuriating heavy fringe finally pushed aside so he could admire both magenta, large eyes. Her sweaty, curvaceous frame. Her surprised, large, confused and lusty pupils. This was Hebina, the space pirate that he longed to capture and interrogate. She was in his arms. She will be his tonight. If he played his cards right, perhaps he could keep her on his arm-and cock-for a few more nights. He did have an investigation to complete and mindless fucking wasn't going to forever distract that. Intimacy was the perfect way, the sublime way to really know whom this devil woman really was and what she was concocting in her savage mind.
"Hebina," He purred hotly in her pointed ear, making it twitch out of longing. "Sleep with me, I beg you."
I really, really have to stop using that line.