Chapter 9 - (PACIFIC RIM) Stacker Pentecost vs Slattern!
This is another piece from the Kinkmeme days, this time from the Pacific Rim one. It's pretty darn short, but it's more of a muse on a different approach the Kaiju took to approaching Earth. -
Negotiations, they call it. Stacker Pentecost doesn't really believe it. These so-called diplomatic talks were just another excuse for their kind to mess with his. It's always another excuse for them to mess with humanity. It's all a twisted game to them, a twisted show of their dominance, of their advantages, and he does not appreciate that they sugarcoat their twisted senses of humour.
He expresses this concern to the so-called foreign ambassador one night in his office, glaring at her with an expression that would have his subordinates trembling if he ever levelled it at them as he pulls away his clothes with muc reluctance, when he must partake in yet another of these damnable negotiations. Each item lost to the floor has an uneasy sense of vulnerability pouring into him, but he maintains his stoicism nonetheless. Men of his position must always maintain face.
Of course, she who called herself Slattern, the most powerful and beautiful of her kind and thus their prime diplomat, had no such fear of a human's gaze. She simply smirks, reclining upon his desk as her tails coiled around her feminine form, seductively curling around hips lined with rough scales and breasts large enough to swamp a single hand. Were he in a less frustrated mood, he might compare her display to a ribbon dancer, might even consider her fairly beautiful outright, but as it stands, he sees only a leech hiding in humanity's shadow.
She purrs: "Now really, Pentecost, must you always be so harsh? The Precursors only desire to ascertain your species and see if you are worthy of their blessings. They do not lend their technology to merely any race"
"By sending their lapdogs to seduce us?" He snorts, nevertheless striding into her predatory grasp, hands stroking curvaceous leathery hips with a mechanical ease as her multitude of appendages close in around him, like snakes strangling a hapless rodent. "I can never tell if this really is how your masters judge others, or if it's simply your petty perversions."
"Hardly petty." Slattern replied, cooing fondly as his hands shift upwards to grope at her bosom, her stalked quartet of eyes gleaming with delight as her breasts, more sensitive than other places of her body, are subjected to the intense squeezes of his strong hands. "Simply curious. Most species are fearful of my kind, yet you humans are just as eager to explore as we are. Just as eager to, ah, see what lies beneath."
"Others might be, but all I am is professional." He replied coldly, avoiding a reaction to a claw reaching down and tauntingly sliding the hardened muscles of his abdomen, before wrapping around his hardened member. Never show weakness to the enemy, he's always believed, even if he must lay with them, even if his reptilian desires manifest in his erect length in all their crude intent. "Between fucking you like your personal toy or having your dimension annihilate mine, I've picked my poison."
She laughs brightly as she spreads her legs for him, revealing the bright blue flesh of her dribbling sex. The quartet of vestigial tails curl around to probe at the flesh, prying it open in anticipation for his penetration. Ah, how she always loved his drama; he is most certainly the most entertaining human she's ever met, a lovely cross of professionalism and disdain that warms her heart oh so nicely.
He presses the point as promptly as he presses his tip against her warm core, arms sliding around her to steady his entrance: "Threatening my kind into playing to your kinks is despicable. Your species are filthy manipulators. I want you to know that."
"I know it." She murmurs, leaning back slightly with an appreciative moan as he slides into her, his member splitting luminescent flesh with ease as spikes of pleasure tickle her; the spike of her back crackles with electricity, causing Pentecost to wince slightly despite the fact he feels no shock from them. "But I enjoy it regardless. Fuck me, human."
Stacker Pentecost does just that, thrusting into the alien seductress with a pretence of gusto hiding an inner core of distaste. Her tails coil around him, keeping him close as he penetrates her again and again, fucking her with a force unlike any other human she's ever 'negotiated' with. His lust is there, no matter how he might hope to bury it, but there is also his sharp need to simply get the job down, and she wonders which one would fuck her harder if she were ever to separate them.
Regardless, Slattern murmurs approvingly as she feels him fill her again and again, her claws stroking his back as she sinks into her pleasure. While she occasionally wished he was much more friendly about the inter-dimensional peace talks like some of the other humans the Kaiju enjoy (Mutavore speaks very fondly of a soldier's son she played with), she was more than happy to accept his impressive skill and girth, his strange dual motive, in place of it. He satisfied her so wonderfully, far better than any other human she has wrapped up in her tails, and she is oh so often tempted to just keep him all to herself.
He always tries to keep it short and thus pounds her as swiftly as he can to finish this 'negotiation' as quickly as possible. When it comes, Stacker finishes inside her, mixing white with her gleaming blue, keeping himself from reacting too strongly whilst the Kaiju is more than happy to squeal in joy at their shared orgasm, and though his body is satisfied, his mind is sullenly disgruntled. He'd known which poison to pick, but still, the thought of having to satisfy these aliens throughout their manipulative game bites at him.
"Wonderful." Slattern purred, claws massaging her beasts as she relaxes, comes down from her high, her pleasure, enjoying the fluids boiling inside her, leaking out of her. "You are an impressment amongst humans, Stacker. If only all of your kind could be as potent as you at pleasing mine."
"Spare me, Kaiju." He replied, already stumbling away from her to reclaim his clothes and seek out a shower, desperate to leave the stench of Kaiju and sex behind him. "I do what I have to do. This negotiation is over."
Slattern simply smiles sweetly, always so amused by his constant battle between physical satisfaction and mental defiance: "You're good to have inside, but terrible at conversation. I hope your daughter proves more amiable than her father in the art of diplomacy."
"This negotiation-" He repeats fiercely, only half-dressed by now as he decides against sticking around any longer, refusing to be baited by the cruel monster and her cruel games as he immediately storms over to the door, forces it open and takes his leave. "-is over."
She merely laughs as the door slams shut behind him, her multitude of tails waving around in her delight as she spares a claw to stroke at her leaking sex. The negotiations will never end, so long as she and her kind see fit to continue them. Besides, she has not yet seen what that precious adopted girl of his can do...