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Thread: Demon Huntress Hunted (iridium248 & revan)

The creature moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth again. The feeling of her pussy clinging onto his cock was just wonderful... though the demon was just getting started. Soon he started to pump his thick cock in and out of her with quick, yet deep strokes as his meaty balls slapped against her round ass as anybody within a certain radius of them could not only hear what they were doing, but hear how rough and fast they were going at it. As he continues to jackhammer into her tight pussy, he smirked as he ran a finger along the crack of her ass. His thick digit soon poked against her tight, puckered hole, wanting to see how she would react, and hoped that she was too drunk off of her own lust to care. Though as he heard something that would have no doubt made any demon jealous of his catch, he smirked as he slipped a finger into her puckered hole as he started to thrust in harder, as his cock continued it's assault against her womb, rubbing against all the right spots. Oh? Tell me... how badly do you want you pussy to be pumped fill with my hot, thick cum?
Thread: Demon Huntress Hunted (iridium248 & revan)

schlllt, schlllt, schlllt The wet sounds of sex echoed in the alcove, as the demon fucked her...Not sex, not mating, but a hard and fast fucking! As their hips met in carnal union, Celenu's pants and moans mingled with the predator's grunts of pleasure, his mighty shaft pistoning into her again and again! The lovely demon huntress bucked against the demon''s powerfully clenched abdominals, her arms finally tiring, falling to her sides...As above her, the beast's strokes grew faster, sawing in and out of her tightness in a steady rhythm, her yelps growing, merging into one long, loud scream... Oh- Mmmmmhhh! Nnnnnnhhhhh! Celenu groaned, her sleek hips rippling in response, in time to the demon's thrusts...She couldn't help but respond, clenching her teeth against the screams threatening to burst from her throat Her heels beat a rapid tattoo against the ground as she started to pant, her eyes glazing over, chest heaving at each deep, frantic breath! Her sexual fluids splattered and foamed from the force of their coupling, as the hot, nasty fuck continued, the heavy bellow-like pants of demon's deep, deep chest loud and harsh, as he stroked in and out of Celenu as if he was indefatigable, his body reacting in the familiar manner of all males seemingly across all species, with the promise to finally make her his! Soooooo baddddd I want it. I want it The demon huntress's words smoldered with lust, as she twitched on the end of his fat cock, a howl fighting to break free! Fuck me...FILL ME UP!!! The tight milking pleasure of her womb gripped and greedily clutched at his length and girth, even as Celenu rode him towards the finish line! The feel of the digit probing at her clench star made her gasp, and flush, her breath catching...Before her lips curved into a simply wicked smile, voice dropping to a taut whisper- If you're good, I'll let you put it there next
Thread: Demon Huntress Hunted (iridium248 & revan)

The demon pistoned inside of her faster and harder, his finger slipping into her other hole as he pumped it in and out of her, soon adding a second finger. Oh? Sounds like a privileged... He murmured as he whispered into her ear as his tongue lightly traced her ear. And how many had the privileged of fucking that tight ass of yours? The demon moaned as he buried his cock as deep as he could inside of her as he changed position. She was now laying down on her back as he was ontop of her as he started to thrust inside of her, his cock seemingly started to thrust inside of her even deeper in this position. As her chest heaved, he smirked as he reached his hands up and was finally able to rub her luscious breasts. Though he rubbed her nipple with his index finger as his finger tips lightly rubbed the surface of her breasts. The demon then moaned out as he buried his long, thick meat inside of her as her lower lips wrapped around the base of his cock as his balls gave her ass one last slap. He moaned out loudly as she could feel his cock tremble before her pussy was filled with the first spurt of his hot, thick cum. The second spurt would no doubt overfill her pussy with cum as it started to seep out of her.
Thread: Interstellar Flight (Mr. M & missedstations)

Ilena seated herself again and waved a waiter over. 'One cannot discuss business without a drink, hm?' For herself, she simply ordered water, and left it for Taggart to order for himself. It was all on her tab, so if he fancied the most expensive champagne on the dusty little moon he could happily have it. If she was bothered about the interior decoration, she would have bought her own ship, and just paid someone to run it for her. But her concerns were different, and it would also be preferable that her family did not know that she was planning to traipse around inhabited space looking for a man they had judged to be thoroughly useless. No doubt her father would throw a fit and tell her just to find someone new to entertain her. 'I am only interested in your competence, Mr. Taggart. I have heard favourable reports of your record,' she rearranged the folds of her clothes as she spoke, looking at her mercenary a little curiously. She rarely met men like Taggart. Aristos did business mostly in plush drawing rooms and expensive restaurants. Mercenaries were never welcomed in those circles. Her contacts her provided with almost the entirety of it. Of those who had responded to her call, he seemed entirely the most useful. A man with a military recorded tended to have a level of discipline lacking in most civilians, and the long record of work as a mercenary with so few dissatisfied clients... And of course, that he had his own ship. It meant that he would know it inside out, and that if it came to battle, he would know what to do. 'I also travel light.' She tapped her small suitcase with her foot. And really, if she wanted carpets and artworks, she would have redecorated his ship herself. But that would waste far too much time, for far too little gain. 'So long as your ship contains a bed, there will be no issue.' Lacing her fingers on her lap, she continued, 'I have hired you because I seem to have misplaced my husband. I wish to follow the trade route of his ship to discover exactly what he was doing and where he disappeared.' Taggart probably knew this much already. She would not yet tell him that she suspected her husband had become involved in what was little too much for him, and that he had probably been kidnapped to get at her. 'I will also trust to your discretion once we leave Ekkart's Jewel, you are to refer to me by my family name. I would prefer it if it did not become known that I have left.' She had already made arrangements to cover her little trip. Her contractors would think that she had gone to visit family, and her family that she had taken a holiday somewhere warm and not dusty and did not wish to be disturbed. 'As you can guess, money is of no object.'
Thread: Interstellar Flight (Mr. M & missedstations)

Taggart ordered water, as well, but specified a twist of lemon, for flavor. He definitely needed to wash the dust out of his mouth. He had the grace to look flattered when she spoke of his competence, and he nodded in approval at her lack of oppressive luggage was she ready to go right now? That would be convenient, although he wasn't sure... ah, now this was the meat of it. It was akin to a skip-trace job, tracking down an errant ship. He'd done one or two of those, armed backup for the investigator doing the actual tracing, but this time he would be pilot as well as bodyguard, and there was much less expectation of being shot at when they found their quarry. Or, actually, perhaps not. It all depended on why exactly Ms. Kostukova's husband had vanished. It was good that he had a ship that could handle that sort of thing. But again, that's probably what she was counting on. Ms. Kostukova, I will address you in any form you care have me use. If you want to be called Bandar the Gyroscopic Monkey, I'll simply say, 'yes, Bandar, ma'am!' He sketched a salute, and smiled, hoping she'd react positively. He was going to be spending a fair amount of time on the Tears with her, so he hoped she had something of a sense of humor. Regardless, he pressed on. As for money, my fees are laid out in my contract. I do not request any more than what we agree upon, plus expenses. However, it is gratifying to know that necessary expenses will be well within your budget. He quirked up a brow. That is assuming we are going through with the contract? The specifics of the job seem acceptable to me, I'm sure you have the necessary data for the trip, and I'm satisfied I can provide for you and any limited entourage you may wish to have aboard. If you're satisfied with my record, and with my presentation, all that might be left would be for you to inspect the ship before we formally begin the venture. I wouldn't ask you to sign the contract without seeing where you're going to be staying for a while.
Thread: Interstellar Flight (Mr. M & missedstations)

She covered her smile with a hand. He was, in some odd and uncultured way, rather charming. There were few people who made jokes at her. Actually, the only one who did was her father. Most people were too scared of her bodyguards. She would have liked to take them, but they were simply too conspicuous. A member of the Kostukova family led to instant rumours and gossip. Alone, she would simply be another Aristo lady. 'You may call me Ilena,' she said lightly. If she was going to spend a long time with this man, it would irritate her to be always called 'Ms.'. She preferred at least some level of intimacy. The hotel bodyguard shifted behind her as if she had committed a horrific faux pas. This is exactly what irritated her about this particular piece of rock. It was so small, everyone knew who she was. She turned to glare at the masked man. Turning back to Taggart, she said, 'I have no need for companions. I trust that you will be sufficient protection.' It wasn't exactly as if she needed a chaperone to go where she liked. Though, of course, this was a strange man and a strange ship. She would put her trust in his reputation, and in the knowledge that he could earn far more in working for her than robbing her. 'I would like to employ you. I have heard you served a cousin or two well with slightly... Dirtier... operations, and I think this should be far simpler.' She hoped, though she did know that her husband was not stupid enough to leave her. 'I know little about ships, but I should like to see it.' She stood up again, clearly expecting Taggart to carry her suitcase and show her the way. And probably hold doors open for her as well.
Thread: Interstellar Flight (Mr. M & missedstations)

The first thing she had done when she arrived on this silly rock was to improve her pulmonary system, so she had no need to breathe through filters. Secondly, she had work done on her eyes, to make them less vulnerable to damage by the dust and the wind. It was far more impressive to look unaffected by the weather, even when the winds rose and most people just chose to stay in. While she had no problems with biological surgery, there were few implants in her. The only reason that she had a discriminator was that it was implanted in her as a child, and how she found that she was simply too used to it to change. Her entire house had been wired to her mind, after all. Now it was only her bracers that she had control over. Ilena pulled up a sleeve and briefly studied the ghostly readout on the grey metal. It ran from her wrist to her elbow, and was curiously slick, like it was not solid at all. Of course it was only keyed to her DNA and only to her thoughts. For her, only the cutting edge technology, and one had to be creative if one was as inclined against brain surgery as she was. Nothing with complex programming, thank you very much. She did not fancy dying of a computer virus like one of her many brothers. Pulling the sleeve down again she watched Taggart dismiss the guard and then followed the mercenary out of the door. She took his arm as she listened to him talk, and walked perfectly in step with him. Unlike Taggart, she was perfectly used to being given a wide berth. It was only natural for people to not want to step into an aristo's way. They had made their wealth by being at the frontier of space exploration, and until civilisation arrived after them they had ruled their planets like despots. Ilena had that long and vile history to thank. Even though her money was made by legitimate business, she had that air. It was a family thing. 'I understand,' Ilena said. It was not that she had never been in physical danger it was the possibility of physical danger and being guarded by only one person that concerned her. She hoped he was as good as his reputation. 'Am I to call you Taggart, or is there another name you may prefer?' she asked eventually. Ilena would not miss this moon particularly much. Her feet had been starting to itch... She remembered when this habitat was just a few domes hastily thrown up to protect the first settlers from the weather. She was fond enough of it then, but all cities ended up looking the same at the end. It was desperation and the edge of civilisation that was far more interesting.
Thread: Interstellar Flight (Mr. M & missedstations)

You can call me Taggart if you wish. My given name is Malachi, and friends can call me Mal, but if you feel that's too familiar, you can call me Taggart, or Mr. Taggart, or Captain, when we're onboard the Tears . If you address me in public and need to exert some authority or threat, I used to be a Lieutenant in the Confederacy Service, and still reflexively acknowledge that old rank, but I'd prefer if you didn't it for everyday use. They were entering the spaceport now, one of the oldest domes in the hab, which also housed the terraforming engines. Ekkar's Jewel had an atmosphere of sorts, and weather, but it wasn't anything humans could breathe. The atmosphere processors were working on that, and had made great progress. Still, the pressure domes were necessary, and it would still be a long time before a ship could park out on the tarmacadam and the passengers could just walk into town. We're right down this way, he indicated with a nod and a gesture with the suitcase. After the customs offices and tariff stations, it was all plexiglass-ceilinged walkways and tunnel-like pressure connections to ship hatches. They ambled down the concourse, with Taggart pointing out different ships with interesting configurations or histories, if he knew them, and generally making small talk. As he approached his berth, he could see the telltales on the interior pressure hatch shining the Tears was fueled and it's life support was charged, and his provisions had been delivered. Indeed, as the hatch acknowledged his handprint and slid aside, there were two cardboard delivery crates stacked to the side of the port-end airlock. Here we are fresh food! Let me see you aboard, get you a little situated, then I'll come back and load these in. He closed and locked the hatch behind them, then led the way through the flexible-walled tunnel-like corridor, which smelled strongly of the chemicals that made up the air outside, up to the Tears herself.
Thread: Interstellar Flight (Mr. M & missedstations)

'Malachi, then,' Ilena said lightly. Calling the man by the surname was a little too formal for her taste, and she never used nicknames for anyone. Using Lieutenant would indeed be useful for intimidation military men always commanded a certain respect, especially ones that seemed to have finished their tours of duty relatively unscathed. Ilena was asked no questions at all by the officialdom of Ekkar's Jewel. She or her representatives passed through often enough, and she was certainly the richest woman on that particular rock. By the standards of inhabited space, she definitely inhabited the upper one percent, but amongst that she was still on the lower scale. Once her father or maybe an aunt or two popped their clogs she would be in the top hundred. But it wasn't that men like Taggart knew the complicated rankings of her kind. It was mostly an insular thing. She kept hold of Taggart's arm as they walked, like some picture of centuries past, with her ancient manners and bearing. She studied the ship without apprehension the reports that she had been handed were right, and hence the ship was no surprise at all. Small, and probably lacking in privacy, but she could live there. It was going to be quite something to have to cut her suite of ten rooms to one. She supposed she would have to adjust. It would be interesting at least. 'Can you cook?' she asked, glancing at the supplies. She quite looked forward to travelling again, so she was smiling just a little. Sure, it would not be one of her family's state ships, but it would be nice to see some new worlds. She could even go shopping elsewhere! She had always liked how different planets ended up with completely different fashions. Naturally, she had arranged that her money was already untraceable her predilection for spending it was not going to prevent her from travelling incognito.
Thread: Interstellar Flight (Mr. M & missedstations)

I can cook a little. Im happy to give you my best efforts, but if youd care to try your hand, youre welcome to. If all else fails, I usually keep a large stock of FMPs for my regular consumption. He noted her momentary confusion. Full Meal Packs. Basically a military ration, a single balanced meal in a compact, easy-to-carry package. Tasty enough, if you can cope with the prepackaged consistency, but fresh food is always better. She didnt sniff with disdain on the way up the access ramp, nor through the gangway, and while she looked around somewhat stone-faced in the common area, she didnt complain, which was good. The commons table was up, but that was all everything else was recessed into the walls and floor, as usual. Taggart carefully laid the suitcase on the table and looked up at the ceiling, which he didnt actually need to do, but he found it a useful reference point in his own mind. Access computer, he said in a clear, businesslike tone. Yes, Captain, replied the androgynous computer voice, out of seemingly nowhere. Recognize our guest, designated Ilena. He didnt give her last name to the computer, not that he didnt trust his data systems or protection, but just for the simple expedience that data could not be extracted that wasnt inserted in the first place. Request necessary biometrics from her personal gear. Please provide full guest access and protections, allow interface with any of her personal gear as necessary, and answer any questions she might have. Also, give me a seat here, then unlock the cargo truck locker and warm it up. The floor at the head of the table began to rise, unfolding into a comfortable ship chair that could swivel and slide back from the table, but would remain stable in the face of any turbulence. Turning to face his client, he sketched a bow and held the seat to the side for her to take. Please, rest a moment. Ill bring up the provisions, and then I want to check the passenger cabin one last time before I show you around there, just to be sure its prepped properly. You can ask the Tears anything you like, verbally or via datalink. Ill just be a few moments. On his way out to the airlock, to grab the handtruck to wrangle the delivery crates, he accessed his HALO and put in a request for take-off clearance. His course was out-system, not in the path of the shuttles between the hab and Ekkar, so it shouldnt take long for the computer to grant clearance. He wasnt 100 certain Ilena would approve of his ship, but if she did, he had a suspicion shed want to leave immediately. He did believe in planning ahead, after all.
Thread: Interstellar Flight (Mr. M & missedstations)

It had never occurred to Ilena before that cooking was something that she may potentially be able to do. She had been vaguely interested in the subject once or twice, but other more important things always came up. He had given her permission to break his kitchen, right? She would have to try some cooking, and it would probably end up being inedible. 'Thank you. When you are done, shall we sign the formal contract?' She sat down, crossed her legs, and rolled her sleeves up to watch as her bracers meshed with the ship's programming. She double checked the data they gave her and noted Taggart's request for departure clearance with some pleasure. A competent man who did not need to be told what to do. She seemed to have made a good choice. As she waited, she skimmed all the data that was available to her. Her bracers were her favourite piece of technology pretty enough to look decorative, unreadable from any distance, and responding seamlessly to her thoughts. She turned up her right wrist and touched the bracer with three fingertips it seamlessly folded into the shape of a fan. She spread it out in front of her face. It was far easier to read this way.
Thread: Interstellar Flight (Mr. M & missedstations)

He wheeled the provisions in and parked the hand truck in front of the galley, glancing at Ilenas data usage display up in the corner of his field of vision. She was still engrossed in checking over his ships systems and capabilities, data processing, and library, he left her to it. He was sure shed be pleased to find his extensive music and movie library hed worked hard at amassing as comprehensive a collection as he could manage out here, and it was reasonably impressive even by Central World standards. He ducked into the starboard cabin and checked around. All four of the fold-down bunks had clean linen, the drawers and storage closets were clear and clean, the washbasin and personal facilities were scrubbed pretty and sanitized, and all privacy systems were functional. It wasnt much, just a narrow, long-ish room, but it worked, and at least the portholes gave an excellent view. Ilena, everything in here looks decent enough. Let me show you around your cabin. This space will be entirely yours for the length of our contract, so you can store your items as you wish He proceeded to demonstrate how to fold down the bunks, how to open and resecure all the storage and personal facilities, all the basics. Im afraid the ship only has the one shower in the head, out here, but I will guarantee your privacy any time you wish it. I can always retreat to the cockpit, after all. He smiled, shrugging. As for contracts, Im sure your AI has had a chance to look over the wording. Pretty standard daily fee for services and transport, a bonus percentage for dangerous service, if we run into trouble Most of his work involved an outright expectation of dangerous service, so it was strange to have to specifically mention it. provisions for expenses, etc. Fairly cut and dried, as the saying goes. We just settle on the appropriate amounts, and let the computers stamp and file, and we can be off. There was a burble of correlating data between his systems and hers Taggart had merely specified the amounts and percentages already listed in his standard offerings he was happy to proceed with just that, as opposed to raising his rates just because of the identity of his client, so he didnt expect much negotiation, if money was really no object.