velwoven

  Mars Time: 23:55, February 18, 2295

  Room 2847, Poison Dragon Flute Hotel, Dragon District, Xing Hong

  Sigrun tilted her head, blue eyes meeting his. "Okay, what do you want? You can do whatever. I'm here for it."

  Xin’s mouth went dry. He'd thought about this, just in the st hour, all the positions, all the things he could do…but saying even the simplest one felt huge. "I...I want to taste you. Down there."

  Her eyebrows lifted. Then she just nodded, shifting back on the bed, legs spreading wider. "Alright. Eat all you like."

  He moved between her thighs, heart pounding. She guided his head down, her fingers in his hair. His face hovered inches from her core, breath quickening at the sight.

  Golden curls framed her entrance, a neat blonde grove that caught the bedside mp's glow like threads of sunlight. They formed a soft triangle, trimmed close but natural, leading to her pink and glistening folds. His eyes widened. It had been too long since he'd st seen anything so real. The way those fine hairs curled slightly, damp from the steam, made his mouth water. Her bia parted just a touch, revealing the slick inner lips, and he marveled at how the blonde patch contrasted her snowy skin, drawing his gaze like a magnetic field.

  "Beautiful," Xin whispered, voice thick. Fingers trembled as he reached out, tracing the edge of her pubes with one fingertip. Soft. Alive. Each curl sprang back under his touch.

  Sigrun shifted her hips. "Go on."

  Xin leaned in closer, nose brushing those golden strands, and inhaled deeply, appreciating the faint salt of her depths. He pressed his lips to her mound first, kissing the blonde hairs, feeling them tickle his skin.

  A soft ugh escaped her. "Knock, knock."

  He chuckled before his tongue darted out, pping at the curls before delving lower, exploring her folds. She arched slightly, fingers tightening in his hair. After marveling at that fine blonde grove framing everything one more time, he lowered himself.

  The scent hit him: musky, sweat mixed with soap and lily. He pressed his mouth to her, tongue tentative at first, licking along her folds.

  He began pping at her clit, feeling her thighs tense around his ears. He lost himself in it as he pressed his lips to her vagina.

  She tasted salty and slick, like cheese, like a tiny piece of raw fish freshly caught from the river. So smelly, so alive, so foul.

  So perfect.

  "Right there," she murmured, hips shifting. "Suck a little harder...yeah, like that."

  He tried again, lips massaging her clit like it was a delicate nectar.

  Her breaths came faster, a soft "Good" slipping out. His cock ached against the sheets, but he focused on her, on the way she arched, the way her thighs clenched his head.

  After a bit, she tugged his hair gently, purring sensually. "What position?"

  Xin lifted his head, face flushed and wet. Such simple words, but he understood the meaning. "I…I don't know. It's been so long, I wish we could try them all. H-h-have any ideas?"

  "Missionary then. Old school, easy." She pulled him up, guiding him between her legs.

  "I can do that." Somehow, he regretted speaking, like every word he uttered could make it all less exhilirating. He suddenly wished they'd keep the Nucleus Watches on so he could guage her actual mood now.

  "Slow, okay? Let me feel you." Her hand found his length, lining him up.

  He pushed in, inch by inch, her warmth enveloping him like a gentle fme. The heat was almost overwhelming, better than any dream he had ever had. He groaned, burying himself deep, feeling her damp inner walls contracting his sticky length. The sensation was the best feeling in the universe. It brought back memories, and he let out a low, husky moan.

  But his hands hovered uselessly at his sides, uncertain. He didn't know where to put them. On the sheets? On her shoulders? Somewhere else?

  Sigrun's brow furrowed slightly as he shifted his weight. "Your hands."

  "Y-y-yes? What about them?" He froze mid-thrust, panic in his voice.

  "On my waist." She reached down, guiding his palms to rest on her hips. Her skin was warm under his touch, the muscle firm beneath softness. "Hold me like this."

  He gripped her tentatively, feeling the strength in her hourgss body, the way her waist tapered. It felt real. It was real.

  "Better," she breathed with a mischievous grin. "It feels bigger than I thought."

  He chuckled, feeling heat up his cheeks. "You really think so?"

  "Really." She smiled. "Now try again."

  But Xin’s rhythm faltered almost immediately, his breathing ragged and uneven. He was too tense, wound too tight.

  "Hey." Sigrun's voice softened. "Come here."

  She pulled him down gently, guiding his head to rest between her breasts. The warmth of her body enveloped him, her heartbeat was music to his ear. For a moment, he just y there, buried inside her and feeling everything.

  So good.

  "Rex," she murmured, one hand threading through his damp hair. "We have time. Just breathe."

  He inhaled deeply, his nose pressed against her sternum. The lily scent in her sweat mingled with the soap. His gaze traced the ndscape of her upper body: the swell of her breasts on either side of his face, heavy and soft; the defined lines of her colrbones above, shadows pooling in the hollows; the subtle curve of her shoulders, broader than his own.

  Her biceps flexed slightly as she adjusted her arm, and he marveled at the lean muscle there, not bulky but visible. This was a woman who cared for her body, who trained it, who wielded axes and survived Mars's brutality. His own arms felt so thin in comparison, his lifestyle of screens and code leaving him soft where she was firm.

  "Your body..." he started, his voice muffled against her skin.

  "What?"

  "It's...impressive. Like you've been working out your whole life."

  She ughed softly, her chest rising and falling beneath him. "Eleven years on this rock. Bounty huntress by day…Leased Lily by night…"

  "You must've been through a lot." He tilted his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the curve of her breast. "I barely exercise. I'm probably the weakest person you've ever—"

  "Stop. I don't care." Her fingers tightened in his hair, not harsh but insistent. "You're here. That's what matters."

  For a moment, neither spoke. The warmth between them, with his body still buried in hers, felt less like a transaction and more like something else.

  "Ready?" she asked after a long pause.

  He nodded against her chest, lifting his head to meet her eyes.

  She cupped his face with both hands, thumbs brushing his cheekbones, and for a second, he thought they might kiss. But instead, she just looked at him, her blue eyes searching his like she was trying to memorize something.

  Then she pressed her forehead to his, her breath so warm against his lips.

  "Don't think." she whispered, so quiet he almost missed it. "Just feel."

  It wasn't something a prostitute would do. Not like this. This was tender. Intimate in a way that had nothing to do with the transaction they'd started.

  His throat tightened. He wanted to say something: "thank you", or "I'm so gd it's you", "best moment of my life" or a dozen other things that tangled in his chest.

  But before he could, she released his face and y back, her hands sliding to his waist again.

  "Move," she whispered, her voice breathy and urgent. "Like this." Her hips rolled, showing him the rhythm, guiding him into a slow, sensual grind. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, her nails digging gently into his small back.

  He thrust again, clumsy at first, but he was finding a proper pace. She had experience, and he had needs.

  They found their rhythm. His hips rolled against hers, her body meeting his movements. In the next minutes, so brief yet so eternal, there was nothing but moans and wet spping sounds between them—in, out, and in, and out—

  A loud, wailing kxon split through the air, echoing from somewhere outside the window. His hands tightened on Sigrun's waist as the sound drilled in.

  "That's..." Xin paused mid-thrust, his breaths uneven. "Siren for Radi-Mon attacks? Should we—"

  "Fuck that." Sigrun snapped beneath him, irritation fshing in her blue eyes. Her legs tightened around his hips, pulling him back in. "Don't stop."

  "But—we should know what it—" He met her gaze, half his mind already wondering about distances to the nearest shelter, threat assessments, evacuation routes.

  "Focus—" She reached up with one hand, her palm warm against his cheek, fingers gentle as they traced his jawline. Her touch grounded him, cut through the panic spiraling in his chest. Her thumb brushed his lower lip. "—on me."

  He swallowed hard, the siren still bring outside, muffled through the hotel walls but persistent.

  "Sigrun, you…I…"

  "Focus. On. Me." Each word was punctuated by a subtle roll of her hips, her tender walls clenching his cock, making him gasp. It was so warm inside her depths.

  The sirens didn't stop. But now she was the only thing that mattered in the universe. His hands steadied on her waist again, and he began to move again, drilling deeper.

  Outside, Mars screamed its warning. Inside, they drowned it out, moaning in sync, their bodies spping together, sweat building between them. The bed creaked, protesting the motion, but they didn't care.

  It built fast for him, that pressure coiling in his belly like a spring. He could feel it rising. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, caught in the euphoria.

  "Xin, you beast! So deep in me. So deep in me—!" she gasped, her hand slipping between them, fingers on her clit.

  Her piercing blue eyes locked onto his, pupils dited with desire. Time seemed to slow as climax washed over him. Her breath hitched sharply, lips parting around a ragged moan as her inner walls pulsed around him, her clenching vagina squeezing his penis, the twitch of her tight passage drawing out his release with torturous sweetness.

  Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she arched against him, a broken whimper escaping her throat just as he began spilling his seed deep inside her warm, welcoming depths. For that moment between heartbeats their bodies and breath and pleasure intertwined as the outside world ceased to exist.

  In the hazy aftermath, both trembling, their eyes fluttered shut. Then their lips met, unexpected, unpnned.

  Then the kiss. Her mouth was soft yet firm against his, neither demanding nor passive, just desperately present. There was something that tasted like happiness and regret all at once, something words couldn't carry, but somehow he felt it.

  Their sweat-slick bodies still pressed together, their breaths heavy and mingling. Slowly, gently, Xin pulled out from Sigrun who exhaled, his softening penis glistening with their mixed juice. He colpsed onto the bed beside her, muscles x, chest rising and falling in time with her fading tremors.

  His gaze drifted downward, taking in the sight of her parted thighs, her flushed skin, and the single pearl-white strand of fluid that trailed from her still-quivering entrance.

  "Xin, you beast. You cummed so much…" Her panting slowed as she whispered again. "You cummed so much."

  Something warm settled in his chest. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he felt whole and content.

  And then it slipped out, raw and true: "I love you, Sigrun."

  Sigrun's fingers stilled against his shoulder. Then she froze, pulling away like he'd burned her. Sadness hit her face, deep and real.

  "Sigrun? You okay?" Xin whispered.

  "You don't love me," she said quietly, sitting up, arms wrapping around herself. "You love the idea of me. It's not real."

  Outside, the sirens wailed once more.

  Xin sat up too, confused, hurt twisting in his chest. "But...I've been thinking about this since we met. I calcuted—I mean, I thought about it many times when we were in the Warren."

  "You…I…" Sigrun turned to him, incredulous. "...I won't let myself believe it."

  "The probability of meeting someone like you again is—" He stopped, frustrated, running a hand through his damp hair. "I'm saying this wrong. I don't know how to say it right. But it's real. What I feel is real."

  Suddenly, the ceiling exploded. Debris fell, loud and threatening. Concrete and pster rained down in chunks, dust billowing through the room like a sandstorm. Through the jagged hole above, a massive shape descended—all muscle and chitin, nding with a floor-shaking thud that knocked the bedside mp to the carpet.