As Max slowly undressed himself, he saw his beautiful lover emerge from the bathroom, stark naked. This was the first time the two of them had been alone together, naked, and sober. On their third date, Max had gotten too drunk to get home on his own. Starling managed to convince him to let her take him to a hotel, and after arriving, she took advantage of his intoxication to satisfy her curiosity. She had teasingly asked him about a certain part of his physiology on numerous occasions, but he never gave her a straight answer.
"Mmm... well, well, well... I don't know why you're always so nervous around me, big man..." The Interceptor cooed softly as she eyed his manhood and licked her lips suggestingly. His 16-inch organ dangled between his legs as he finally removed his pants, but as she came over, it quickly stood to attention. She stroked it gently, eliciting a soft moan from the hybrid. As his upper body shivered a bit, she knelt down and placed his raging hard-on between her large, firm breasts, making him moan even louder. Her lips caressed his shaft as she began bobbing up and down, her hands pressing her tits around his cock as she pleasured him. His shaky hands found the back of her head, and as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, he instinctively begged her for more.
"St-Starling, you're so go-good at this!" He moaned louder as she bobbed harder, her chin sinking into her bosom as she deep-throated him. He threw his head back and screamed in pleasure, gripping her short, purple hair tightly as she went even harder. His cock was throbbing hard by now, and Starling knew it wasn't much longer until he'd cum. Suddenly, she pulled away, pushing him onto the bed, flat on his back. With a wicked smirk, she jumped on top of him, pinning him down as she slowly slid him into her womanhood. As she was penetrated, she screamed in pleasure herself, clutching her tits and playing with her erect nipples as she bounced up and down in his lap. His hands moved to her thighs as he bucked his hips in time with her, bouncing her harder as her screams grew louder. They moaned and screamed each others' names until Max pressed his hands into her thighs and flooded her with hot jizz, making her scream as her walls clamped down on him tightly. Thoroughly exhausted, she collapsed on top of him. Beads of sweat dotted her silky-smooth forehead as she stared down at him. He was a different story; his hair was mussed up and he was panting lightly, but a dark blush still stained his cheeks. It grew just a bit darker when he saw her lying on top of him. Seeing an opportunity, he slowly wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands in the small of her back.
"Max... that... was the best... I've ever had... in my whole life..." Starling said between pants as she struggled to regain her breath. He slowly lifted himself off the bed, flipped around so he was on top, and kissed her passionately, his long black tongue snaking its way into her welcoming mouth. As they finally parted lips, he smiled shyly.
"Really?"
"Yes... really..." She narrowed her eyes and kissed him even more passionately. They moaned into each others' mouths as they sat up, both running their hands over their partner's body. She found a sweet spot between his shoulder blades as he moaned lightly. She caressed it inquisitively, hearing him let out a low, sultry growl as she did. She got behind him and began massaging his shoulders, watching with a smile as he laid flat on his face and moaned in content. She leaned her weight into her massage as he gripped the edges of the pillow, clawing into it as she went to work. She smiled bigger as she leaned in and kissed his neck softly, savoring the scent of his skin as she prepped him for more. His eyes slowly closed as he allowed himself to be swallowed by the pleasure. He moaned continuously, encouraging her to keep going. She softly blew on the back of his neck, making his eyes shoot open from the suddenness of it. As he slowly flipped onto his back, she pinned him down, planting feral kisses on his chest. That's when she noticed...
"Max... when did you get these scars? They look like they haven't healed..." She looked him from top to bottom, noting the depth and size of the scars, which ran from under his neck to just above his navel. They were symmetrical, one on each side of his chest, spaced evenly apart and running between his nipples. She gasped softly in shock and surprise when she looked at his legs. Both of his thighs had been punctured over and over, seemingly by a heavy-gauge syringe needle.
"Max, what happened to you?" Suddenly, she found herself deposited head-first onto the other side of her bed. Just as soon as he could, Max was dressed and ready to go, Starling questioning him the entire time. He stopped at the door, turned back to give her a sad, almost apologetic look, then quickly made his exit.
"Max..." She gasped out softly. Clearly, he didn't want to talk about it...