Kira x Murrue fanfic continuation - Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam SEED, Gundam SEED Destiny, or Gundam 00, so please point that damned lawsuit cannon at someone else!
Warning: This chapter contains a lemon and is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, THE BOTTOM OF ARMORY ONE IS BREAKING APART!?" The captain of one of the numerous Nazca-class vessels, which were positioned near Armory One, suddenly exclaimed in terror.
Several hundred kilometers away, the bottom of Armory One was indeed breaking apart, but it was a controlled break, or a controlled series of breaks to be accurate, as explosive charges detonated and docking clamps disengaged, structural connections ripping or sliding away as the Executer slowly eased away from the greater mass of the colony, leaving a fifteen hundred meter diameter crater in the bottom of the PLANT.
The Executer rotated until it was in an "upright" position, hanging like a great, thick saucer, a few kilometers from the bottom of Armory One, that had given birth to it, like a glacier calving an iceberg.
It was one hundred and fifty meters tall along the other edge, thickening to over five hundred and fifty meters at the center, with a stepped central pyramid that housed the primary weapon system, a massive though slim single barreled device almost two hundred meters long from emitter to housing, which was even then extending and affixing itself into its operational state.
Smaller pyramid structures dotting the dorsal and ventral surfaces began splitting apart and sliding aside, revealing engine and large scale weapons ports, while eight, clawed, leg like protrusions descended from the bottom of the hull, each about the size of the a Destroy Gundam. Anti-ship and anti-mobile suit defensive turrets cycled and spun, bristling and ready for anything that dared approach, while large-scale positron reflector projectors stood ready to block incoming fire.
The Executer was equipped with all manner of special electronics, allowing it to intercept and scramble enemy comm. transmissions, reconfigure its own IFF beacon, and even dampen sound around itself slightly while in the atmosphere of a planet. Finally, rounding out the Executer's repertoire of special equipment was a Mirage Colloid stealth system and a completely new technology known as the holoprojector system. The holoprojector system consisted of a dozen combat grade hologram projectors, each projector could display a perfect image of the Executer up to one hundred miles away from the actual location of the ship, and all twelve projectors could function at once, giving enemies a dozen separate targets to shoot at, only one of which was real.
Due to the massive size of the battleship, it wasn't equipped with one of ZAFT's new warp drives, and as a result, it would take nearly a week for the huge ship to reach the moon, but even then, this battleship held all of ZAFT's newest technologies, and it was invisible to both radar and the naked eye.
In the hanger of the Executer, sat ZAFT's newest Gundam, the Tormented. The Tormented was based heavily off the original Freedom, but was entirely blood red. In addition to the Freedom's dual rail guns, dual plasma cannons, beam sabers, and beam rifle, the Tormented also sported a thirty meter spiked chain whip which could be retracted into the solid shield mounted on the right forearm, a positron reflector shield generator was mounted on the left forearm, each palm concealed a compact, yet powerful flamethrower as well as a beam cannon, and in the Gundam's right hand, was possibly its most fearsome weapon; a copy of the Wing Zero's twin buster rifle.
As if the weapons weren't terrifying enough, the Tormented also had a psychological arsenal, specifically its Holoshroud, another ZAFT holographic technology. Unlike the Holoprojectors on the Executer, the Holoshroud could only cover the outside of the Gundam with images, but it could do so perfectly seamlessly, no matter what actions the machine was undertaking, even if it was violent evasive maneuvers or attacks.
ZAFT usually had the Gundam take on the half-flayed skin of a young woman, bleeding terribly from multiple wounds, her eyes ripped out of her skull and her mouth sewn shut. It was much tougher to deal with than one might imagine, a twenty plus meter screaming dead woman coming at you with a huge twin barreled rifle in one hand, and flames shooting from her other hand.
Five days later, onboard the Ptolemiaos II, Kira silently walked into his quarters to find Murrue, seemingly asleep on the bed. The only problem was that she hadn't pulled the sheets over herself, something that Kira knew she always did, no matter how tired she was.
Murrue's eyes suddenly shot open, and she grinned at Kira as she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him down on top of her, then she quickly flipped them over, pushed him down to the bed, climbed on top of him and straddled him beneath her, pinning him.
"Now then, Kira." Murrue sweetly said. "Before we go any further, I want to make one thing perfectly clear to you; I still outrank you, and that means you have to follow my orders, even in the bedroom, unless I say you can do otherwise, do you understand?"
Kira's eyes widened slightly, he was surprised, to put it mildly, but despite his surprise, he got an immediate erection, causing Murrue to smile.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Kira." Murrue seductively whispered as she knelt in front of him and stared longingly at the big throbbing cock, which was about ready to burst only inches from her face. "I want your cock in my hungry mouth." Murrue whispered as she breathed on it gently and then teasingly licked it. "How bad do you want a blow job, Kira?"
"Real bad," he moaned. "I feel like I'm going to explode."
"You are going to explode, Kira. Right down my throat." Murrue teased as she stroked his cock with one hand, while holding his balls in the other hand, as she flicked the head of his cock with her tongue. "I think you want to cum in my mouth, don't you honey?"
Kira groaned in both frustration and pleasure as he replied. "Yes, that would be nice."
"Not to worry, baby. I'm going to gobble and guzzle you like you wouldn't believe."
Then Murrue did just that, in the blink of an eye, she had closed her mouth over the head of his cock and began to slide one hand up and down on the shaft as she gently tugged on his balls with her other hand.
Oh my God!" Kira cried in pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" Murrue paused to question demurely. "Pulling on a dude's family jewels when he is in the midst of passion delays ejaculation, prolonging his pleasure."
"No, Murrue, please don't tease me! I have to cum! I have to cum!"
"Don't worry, you will." She replied, using more and more of her mouth and less and less of her hand. Murrue tilted her head back and let him pop down her throat. All of him.
"Oh God!" Kira let out another groan of pleasure as his legs shook. Murrue smiled as she squeezed his butt cheeks and pulled him toward her as he began to frantically fuck her mouth, faster and faster, harder and harder.
Kira then grabbed Murrue by the back of her head and pulled her all the way down on him, and more. Murrue honestly thought that he wanted her to even swallow his balls, so she tried.
Kira's cock quivered spasmodically in her mouth as he ejaculated, and Murrue swallowed most of it and then pulled him out, she then put the head of his cock on the tip of her tongue and squeezed out every drop and ate it up, finally she put him back in her mouth until the swelling subsided.
"Wake up, Kira." Murrue softly said a few hours later, rolling her eyes slightly. "I know you can hear me. You can hear a glass fall off a table onto a carpeted floor downstairs through three shut doors, so you can definitely hear me while you're practically inhaling the back of my neck."
"So for once you want me to by hyper-aware, huh?" Kira teasingly asked. "I thought it was relaxation time, no serious subjects while the lights are dimmed? That's the usual rule." She felt him shift position, and his combing hand gently tugged on her hair until she turned her head, and the rest of her body, to face him. "Or is it that you're ready to go again?" Kira whispered, as he gently kissed the tip of her nose.
"You're impossible." Murrue replied fondly, before she was suddenly cut off by the whooping blare of the Ptolemiaos II's collision and general emergency alarms. "Oh, what the fuck?" Murrue complained, truly upset by the timing.
"Kira Yamato, Murrue Ramius, report to the bridge immediately!" The PA system announced a very urgent tone in the operator's normally calm voice.
You wanted someone who had ice water for veins and could let an ice cube stay frozen on their head during combat manning the PA system, because if they went to pieces on the comm., it would be broadcast all over the ship, and panic would spread.
Usually the voice was emotionless, even when combat was imminent, but now there was palpable urgency in her tone now, and that was not a good sign. "All Hands report to general quarters stations and muster for ship wide emergency damage control!"
"We'll have to wait." Kira suggested in a frustrated tone, even though he was already up and out of bed and pulling his boxers on, before Murrue could even get herself sitting upright in the bed. "This doesn't sound like it can wait."
"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" Murrue muttered angrily under her breath, as she kicked her way out of the sheets. Kira sighed, equally frustrated, as he buttoned his uniform pants and began shrugging into his shirt.
And so, here's Chapter 6 in the continuation of my first fanfic.
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