Lemon
Fever
The next two weeks were uneventful in terms of attacks. Everyone seemed to have gotten the message that the Bamboozalin was off-limits and not to be taken lightly. Things between captain and captive, however... She cried constantly, but she wasn't seeking out a knife anymore. She just let misery be misery. Tyr continued to goad her, holding her species up as a wall between them. Funnily enough, he kept coming back to pick on her, constantly trying to provoke a response out of the desolate woman. Eventually, she simply stopped responding altogether, leaving him frustrated and irritable with the rest of the crew.
It was during one of these little snits that Isabelle noticed a flock of Sukuri flying alongside the ship. Ignoring the captain's snarky remarks, as usual, she walked over towards the window, entranced.
"What are those?" she asked in wonder, reaching out as if to touch the beautiful creatures. The Sukuri flew closer as if sensing her intentions.
"They're called Sukuri. They are space-born and never see atmosphere all their lives. Seeing a flock of them like this is said to be good luck," Aoshi told her as he steered the ship, smiling at her innocent attraction to the large, lavender, fluorescent birds as they fluttered through space next to the ship. She started to sing in a language none of them had ever heard. The song itself was beautiful, haunting, and calming at the same time. The space birds followed in her wake, tossing and careening in wild patterns seemingly to impress the Khaleesi. She giggled at the patterns, forgetting her misery for a time.
Tyr watched her fascination with a deep, burning anger at himself. How he longed to wrap his arms around her and watch her play with the Sukuri. The birds were attracted to Khaleesi; he would have to be on the lookout for an attack. But it was good to see her happy for once. If only he could be the source of her happiness. But Bowser's bounty awaited. He couldn't just make that go away. Even if she was his woman. Oh, yes. He'd known she belonged to him the minute he'd laid eyes on her. She was weak and vulnerable, weaker and more vulnerable than any woman he'd ever set eyes on. And yet she was the one that his treacherous heart set its sights on. Her scent was driving him crazy; a mixture of warm lilac and sunshine.
He wanted nothing but to lean in close and breathe her in. But if he did that then he'd never let her go. He'd take her and run and they'd be under attack for the rest of their lives. He saw no other option but to continue forward. Continue with the plan. They were all going to be rich. And his secret love was about to be a slave to a selfish monster. He could always rescue her afterward. Yeah, after his crew was safe, he'd come back for his woman.
Feeling better now that he had the beginnings of a plan, he watched her sing for the birds until he could stand it no more and left the bridge. If he'd stayed any longer, he would have taken her for himself, ruining everything. Though he had a suspicion that was exactly what his crew not so secretly wanted, he was determined to stay strong. He could think about himself once his loyal crew was safely out of harm's way.
Later that night, Darla was wandering the ship aimlessly, still heartened by her time with the Sukuri. They'd dispersed after an hour of playing with her and she was still a little sad to see them go. Besides this small, intrepid crew, they were the only thing to lighten her spirits since the O'Briens. God, she hadn't thought of them in weeks. Keiko, who'd seen through the cold act she put up for everyone to the lonely, miserable young doctor underneath. She'd adopted the doctor as a project and forced her husband to agree. He'd warmed to her eventually, but as long as Keiko was there to treat her like a person she'd been happy. She missed Keiko, she was sure the older woman's advice would have been invaluable right now. And if not, her hugs were the things of legend.
"What are you thinking about?" an impossibly smooth, deep voice interrupted her musings as she wandered onto the bridge. She found herself suddenly angry. Why was he always around when she didn't want him to be? Kato was supposed to be flying the ship tonight!
"Don't you have your bounty to mentally spend? Why are you here bothering me?"
"I wasn't-"
"I mean, do you see anything but a giant dollar sign when you look at me?"
He stalked up to her, but she didn't react in fear, which annoyed him. She never reacted the way she was supposed to. She cried when she should fight, and fought back when she should back down. He was truly frustrated. "You have no idea what I see when I look at you."
"A great big steaming pile of-" He silenced her with a deep kiss, pouring all of his frustration and anger into the exchange. She, in turn, melted into his embrace, accepting his darker emotions. She moaned loudly against his mouth, and he was lost, picking her up and resting her bottom against the control panel to somewhat match their heights. There was still a half-a-foot difference between them, but he used that against her as he savaged her mouth, his hands all over her slim body. He just barely remembered to press the button to deactivate the panel in his haste to possess her. Her hands were busy holding her steady on the now inactive panel, leaning into his eager mouth. Tyr felt like a madman, pressing kiss after drugging kiss into her feverishly. He was almost possessed as he ripped her underwear and pulled her dress up. His pants were a distant afterthought in his rush to be inside of her.
He felt her hymen break on his thick length and roared in triumph as he pressed himself up to the hilt inside of her. Each went blind with the flash of intense pleasure the motion caused, but Tyr didn't give her a chance to adjust to the new sensation. He immediately started pounding into her, pushing her up onto the panel with every thrust. Her head fell back and his questing lips latched onto her sensitive neck. He kept up his frantic pace, unable to get enough of her divine taste. The scent of their sex was all over her and it pleased him greatly. He let go of her neck briefly where he'd already marked her as his with a large hickey and whispered his contentment with her. She shivered at the honey-smooth voice next to her ear and came spectacularly all over his front. Again, he didn't give her a chance to recover. Thrusting hard into her soft body, he chased his pleasure, almost ignoring her multiple orgasms in the meantime. His hard length was throbbing with the need to give her his seed. But first… He lifted her legs to allow for more access to her body. Tyr sheathed himself fully in her luscious body over and over again. Unrelenting.
"You feel so sweet, Bliss. Open up for me," he coaxed her, still whispering in her ear. She moaned and did as he commanded. By now she'd given up on holding herself up, content to hold on to the top of the panel for dear life and ride out her climaxes. It didn't feel like he was ever going to stop. She prayed he would never stop. There was no music inside of her right now, or rather, there was too much. She was lit up like a supernova, burning white light flooded the ship and healed this whole sector of space. The ship was suddenly in perfect working order, every component as good as new. His thrusting was a rhythm she couldn't escape, his dick forcing her open in a way she'd never experienced before. She screamed her completion yet again and braced the best she could for more.
Tyr suddenly understood why Khaleesi tended to have their first times in near-dead systems or planets. Her power was pouring through him and out into the universe in droves. She was so alive right now, no sadness or misery tainting their time together. He was still driving into her, pounding her pussy relentlessly. He had something for her and he wasn't going to hold back for anything. He accepted her shrieks of pleasure as permission to continue violating her with his instrument. He could feel himself getting close to completion, but he held off, not wanting to accept defeat so soon. He'd heard of sex before, no slave-turned-merc could have survived without at least hearing of it. But he'd never felt the need to explore his sexuality, finding his gym more of a tonic for those urges than sinking into the pleasures of the flesh. Now, though, his barbell was the furthest thing from his mind. There was no room in his mind for anything but the squelch and retreat of his invasion. She'd soaked him to his knees, his belly covered in her blood and juices. He looked at her satisfied face and felt his control slip another notch.
"It's so big. It's so b-big," she told herself over and over between screams of pleasure. He was straining to hold onto his composure. He didn't want this to end. But he could feel his end approaching fast. The girl was distracting him with her sinfully soft and juicy lower lips. She kept squeezing him, milking him tightly for his seed. He forced her open once again and continued his invasion. A few minutes later he had no choice but to empty himself into her. He jerked with the force of his ejaculation, coating her already-soaked insides with his love. Suddenly remembering the many knobs and buttons on the panel he'd taken her against, he picked her up, kissed her deeply, and carried her to his bedroom. He noticed that the hallways were less claustrophobic now. Opening the door to his room, he noticed that the room itself was bigger and more spacious. He laid her out on the king-sized bed in his room - it used to be a twin - and covered her with the thick-down comforter he found there. The girl yawned and stretched contentedly before falling asleep.
He watched her sleep with conflicted feelings. On the one hand, he'd finally claimed her, and he was elated to have done so. He would have to deal with Bowser now, 'cause he sure as hell wasn't going to hand her over to the notorious sadist. But at the same time, what was he going to do about being bound to a Zarkonen? Sure, she acted nothing like a Zarkonen, was in fact shy and virginal like a Nietzschean, but still, he knew what she was. And eventually, her family would want to meet her. A goddamn Zarkonen. Why the hell did she have to be a Zarkonen? Remembering that Zarkonen women like to wake alone, he left the room swiftly, and headed back to the bridge. He stopped short at seeing the sheer amount of blood on the panel where they'd made love for the first time. So she really was a virgin. He sighed and increased the speed of the ship. Now that he'd taken her, the best bet was to go to Bowser himself and force him to cancel the contract. Yeah, that was the best plan.
"You made love with her," Misao accused him a few hours later, looking at the panel in disbelief. "With all the problems still going on between you two, you still made love with her."
"I did," he said shortly, cursing himself for being a fool. Of course, Misao had to be the first one to confront him about this. He wasn't in the mood for her right now. "It's none of your business-"
"Of course, it's my business," she growled, obviously very angry. "What you did with that girl affects everyone on the ship! She's not some party favor, she's-"
"She's my mate," he said just as shortly as before, wanting this conversation over with.
"Does she know that? Have you bothered to explain that to that poor, depressed woman in there? Only Zeluth himself knows what she's thinking right now! Once the euphoria wears off, there's no telling what she'll do about the fact that she gave her virtue to a cold-blooded killer that's planning to sell her to-"
"I'm not selling my mate to anyone," Tyr exploded. "We're headed to Bowser's estate so I can 'convince' him that it's in his best interest to cancel the contract. I will not have my wife near that egomaniac."
"Have you explained that to your supposed wife?" she shot back angrily, "'Cause we've increased speed by a noticeable amount. And until you just told me, I assumed that the plan hadn't changed one bit. How do you know that Isabelle knows what's happening?"
"She'll likely come and demand an explanation, at which point I'll explain," he said, suddenly worried. Maybe he should have made some of his inner turmoil known. But the woman always zigged when he expected her to zag. He pulled out a cloth and began cleaning the control panel he'd taken her against. No use in embarrassing her to the whole crew. It would be one less thing for them to argue about when she woke up.
