I noticed something while writing this… my start of smut is nearly always started during chapter seven… how about that? Well S3v3rusIsMin3 is a god sent, putting up with it all. And it's all english names. This story is rated M for lang and mature sections. How mature remains to be seen. Please review and enjoy.
Zoey stood in the shower feeling water wash down her as she tried to reach around and clean her back.
"Here, let me." Zoey jumped as Dren's voice brushed next to her ear, but shivered as his hands trailed softly down her back, rubbing soap all over her body.
'This feels nice.' She mused silently to herself as Dren's skilled fingers, so talented at wielding blades, dragged over her skin sending shivers down her spine despite the hot water. Dren trailed his hands around her stomach and felt her tense. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he spoke softly.
"Trust me, I wont hurt you."
Zoey relaxed slightly. "That's not what I'm worried about."
Dren laughed slightly, his body shaking slightly which only caused Zoey to tense as she felt something pressing on her back.
"I won't rape you."
Zoey relaxed fully into his arms at those words, feeling Dren cover her body in soap, fingers tracing patters all over her skin. A faint smirk danced on his lips as he brushed her hair off her shoulder, his sensitive ears picked up on her sudden intake of breath. The smirk grew.
Zoey was lost to the feeling of Dren's touch as he massaged her skin. She turned blindly as he swiveled her, carefully placing her on a rather large ledge. Her heart beat increased dangerously as Dren's golden eyes trailed down her body in hunger. His fingers spread, trailing across her skin, gentle and soft as his eyes met her's again, taking in their response to the way he treated her body. Her breath caught in her throat as he carefully cupped her breasts.
"Dren." She hissed, struggling slightly, as she blushed. Her ears popped out and flattened against her hair as they felt the water. Dren's eyes sparkled as he saw them and he lent forward. His teeth dragged across the soft black fur and he was rewarded by hearing her cry out. Zoey's eyes dropped down taking in Dren's smooth chest. Nervous and unsure, she reached out, feeling muscles shivering under silken olive skin. Now it was Dren's turn to have his heart beat faster. Zoey smiled and her blush deepened. Dren's fingers rested on her hips tracing up and down them as uncertainly, she explored his body. His lips where resting on her collar bone, searing hot as they kissed her. His teeth dragged on her skin and she yelped in surprise, sinking her claw like nails into his chest, as Dren bit down on her shoulder. After the surprise wore off she shivered. Dren's smirk would have lit up the whole ship, his teeth where showing that brightly.
Zoey returned to exploring Dren's body, ignoring the large and rather obvious organ that demonstrated the similarities between humans and cyniclons. Zoey was getting worried. 'This is getting too personal'
"Dren?" She whispered. The alien nuzzled further into her shoulder. His breath washed down her front and trailed across the valley of her breasts, which tightened, wanting to feel his hands on them. His hands circled around her hips.
"Mm?" He seemed happy and content where he was, standing between her legs as she sat on the ledge. Her breath was shaky when she next spoke.
"Stop." Her voice was firmer now and she refused to look up when Dren's head drew away. One hand trailed up her skin, cupping her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes. They were searching her's. He smiled softly at her. Leaning forward and pressing his lips to her's. She whimpered into his mouth feeling him press against her, their bodies touching all over. Dren pulled back and clicked his fingers, switching off the water.
Zoey meowed in surprise when Dren's warm arms wrapped around her frame, holding her carefully. She was only too aware of his naked body against hers as he placed her on her feet. She stood nervously as he picked up a towel and began to dry her off. She shivered as he varied between hard contact and then faint, until he was almost not touching her. She shivered as his breath passed over her skin. His lips brushed her knees and they threatened to give way. Her breath hitched.
"Dren please. Don't."
Dren sighed, standing before her as he pulled a bath robe around her body. She nodded to the door and smirking, he left, his open bath robe flying around him. Zoey sighed as she lent against the wall, pulling on a pair of underwear while putting an infuriating pad on.
"I hate my periods." She muttered under her breath. Even as she cursed it she was aware that the wetness between her legs was not blood.
Dren stood next to Sardon. The older alien glared at him; trying to ignore the fact the younger male was wearing nothing but a bath robe.
"Do I want to know what she did to you?"
Dren smirked, but it was covered with a slightly irritated look. "Don't worry nothing that bad"
The older alien nodded and took the samples Dren had collected. Dren sighed before vanishing.
(a few days later)
Zoey sat on the bed, well and truly bored. There was nothing for her to do. When Dren walked in she jumped in surprise. Ears popping out, drawing a faint smirk from the alien as he kissed her head just behind one of the silky black points. Zoey shivered. Dren was still perverted but she had to admit he was damn good at what he did. His hands wrapped smoothly around her as he sat behind her on the bed. Uncertain, she looked down at Dren's fingers laced in her own. His olive skin was such a contrast to her own that she was surprised. One of his hands trailed down her stomach, taking pleasure in listening to her whimper and the sudden change of breath.
"Why do you do this to me?" She whispered, afraid if she spoke her voice would betray just how much she liked the feeling.
Dren laughed, his fingers trailing across the bottom of the over sized shirt she wore. Her breath caught as she tensed in his arms.
"Please kitten?"
Zoey was nervous as she felt his breath on her neck. 'Oh to hell with reason. I've been kidnapped by aliens who could kill me when they feel like it. And I'm bored.'
Dren must have felt her relax into his arms because faster then she could follow, he moved, rolling her over and pressing her down onto the bed. Her heart started to beat faster. She didn't have time to question it however because Dren's lips where on her throat. His mouth hot. Kisses burning down her skin as he dragged her top off slowly, letting the fabric slide over her skin.
"Kitty-cat." The term was full of affection and Zoey arched against Dren, feeling his mouth fall off her breasts and then it all vanished in white hot pleasure. Dren's touch was like oxygen to a drowned man,. It was life as she pressed desperately against him. Dren could feel her shaking under him. Her eyes shut as she felt his fingers play across the waistband of her pants. Tugging them slowly down and waiting for her to freeze and beg him to stop as had happened before in the shower. As he tugged her pants off he was full of a strange possessiveness.
"Look at me." His voice sounded dark and commanding as her eyes flew open in shock, glazed with lust and awash with pleasure.
Zoey was losing it and fast. Dren's golden eyes where blazing. In them she could see her own pink eyes. Her breath hitched as his fingers trailed down her stomach. Feeling him brush against her, she gasped. His smirk grew. As her eyes shut he drew his hand away earning a whimper from her. He waited until her eyes opened again before moving on. Leaning forward he hissed into her black ear.
"I want you to know it's me, that I'm the one making you feel like this." As he slid his fingers into her he heard her sharp meowing cry, a deep growling as he kissed her neck, her cheek, her forehead, her lips.
This kiss wasn't like any of the other's they had shared. It was burning. Zoey could feel her body reacting as Dren picked up pace.
"Dren!" It was almost a scream as she fell crashing over the edge of reality. Vanishing into white hot fire. She dully noticed Dren was holding her as she lay shivering in his arms slipping into sleep.
Sardon stood in front of the computer, worry on his face. Information passed across the screen as his finger flew across it, dragging files up, moving fliles, piecing it together like a giant puzzle. There was a soft beep and he hissed through his teeth, eyes glancing towards where Dren and Zoey where staying. The rooms might be sound proof but he knew what the young cyniclon wanted to do. He looked back at the files.
"Oh shit."
