Void's Psionics (27 page)

Renee gasped as rough calloused fingers made
from hard work stroked the folds as a rough thumb circled around
the tight bundle of nerves which was her clit. His strokes between
her legs changed as his mouth transferred to the other perky
nipple. The change was in a thick, long male middle finger slid
deep in her channel which tightened happily to the intrusion. He
went slow and sensual for her to know he owned her and that she was
safe and protected by him. When he bit down teasingly he added his
ring finger to hook them to gradually lift and release her so as to
be ready for his large cock.

Renee cried out as a gentle orgasm rolled
through her and watched as he licked the slight sweat between her
breasts and leaned back to sniff his slick fingers. His moan of
pleasure was always the same and yet each time she watched him suck
the moisture of her sex from his fingers it was always erotic. He
savored her flavor and she loved it. Her back arched as soon as he
moved between her legs and orally dove to feast on her all over
again. His long, rough tongue ravished her and he knew just how to
get the coiling knot in her core to wind right up and release
stronger the second time she cried out in bliss. Yet he didn’t stop
as he assaulted her to see stars when only color was outside the
solid window.

After the third release, where his tongue
lazily lapped her folds and swollen clit, she managed to sit up and
push him back onto the pillows. She kissed him and tasted her own
sex and knew without a doubt he had been with no other after so
long a separation. She let her hands explore her giant man rippling
with muscle that went taut with each pass. His skin was soft yet
underneath was steel hard muscle a woman couldn’t have or deny it
made them feel very feminine. Her hands went lower to find his
pants had been removed as a stiff shaft spread her bare ass cheeks.
She reached between her legs to stroke him, her fingertips barely
able to touch so great was his girth.

Her hunger was not to be denied and she slid
down, his cock getting slick as her pussy slid down, but not in.
She worked and felt the monster resist as it traveled up her belly
and between her breasts till it stood saluting in front of her
face. She sniffed and smelled the uncircumcised skin remained clean
and fresh. She worked him with both hands and took him in her
mouth. She was eager and squeezed as her tongue rolled around the
head that made her mouth open as wide as it possibly could. Using a
little Solarian speed she worked his own coil and he grunted loud.
She pulled back just enough as his molten potion filled her mouth.
She swallowed the salty tang and was mildly sad because his
ejaculate was much more than normal, telling her that he hadn’t
masturbated for release one time since she was taken.

Unlike most men who go flaccid after release,
Oliver still stood tall and proud. It made her smile as she licked
her lips after swallowing the cream. She leaned back, knowing the
primal look in his eyes all too well and he was instantly off his
back and on his knees. She opened her thighs and slowly and
smoothly he slid in. Renee cried out as he was larger and longer
than any average man naturally is. She was mildly in pain as he
stretched her to the very limit of breaking and was so deep he was
knocking at the door to her womb. He held still for a few moments
till the tightness eased and liked how her nails scratched down his
chest.

Slowly he slid within her and Renee felt
another orgasm winding back up. Her ankles locked around his waist
and she felt small with his enormity surrounding and filling her.
She gathered till her eyes began to glow and wanted inside his mind
which he didn’t resist. She felt his love for her being absolute
and possessive to never let he be taken again. Happy tears flowed
and she began to lean up on her hand to use them for a brace as she
rolled her hips and matched him thrust for thrust. Being linked she
knew he was holding his orgasm back for hers and the coil reacted
to him and they cried out as they shattered. She felt him fill her
womb with his seed and loved the heat it filled her with. She
maneuvered and kissed him between sweaty pants.

“
Enough with foreplay, Olly.
You know how I love it when you fuck me so hard I don’t even know
my own name.” she then moaned as she slid him completely out and
got on her hands and knees, her ass sitting in front of his face.
“Time to pull my hair a little.”

Her wry smirk turned into an “Oh!” as he
slammed right in and if not for her wet orgasms he feared friction
burn as he powered like no human could keep up with or maintain as
he fisted a handful of red hair just enough for a hand hold, but
not enough to hurt. Below writhed a flowery vine down her back that
changed colors with the outside lighting.

When Oliver had at last
released his nineteenth explosion deep within six hours later he
was at
last
empty
and dropped on his back. Renee, panting as if she had ran hard all
day long, collapsed down on his sweaty side. “Whew… Damn, Olly, now
I need to make sure you are never backed up that much again. I
think you broke my snatch.” She giggled in the afterglow of
orgasm.

“
Don’t blame me, Red. It’s
your magic box. If it can’t keep up with your insatiable appetite
you may need to talk to it first.”

She lifted a wet noodle feeling leg to say
“You hear that? Wake up if you want more cock to eat and stop
telling me your numb.” She laughed and laid her head on his chest
to cuddle. “Damn I missed having you. Don’t leave me anytime soon.
At least till you piss me off.”

He kissed her brow. “None of that. Let’s get
some sleep.”

She yawned. “Fuck. Don’t tell me I’m tired.
Yawns are infectious.” She watched a hand go to his mouth as his
jaw opened wide. “Ha! Told you.” He smiled as soon as it passed.
“But I am tired. I love you with all my heart, Olly.”

“
And I you, Red. Sleep well
my bride.”

She did and he wasn’t far behind, finally not
having a single nightmare as she never left his embrace. It was the
first time in months both had pleasant dreams.

“
I love chopping morning
wood.” Renee said smugly as she brushed her hair in front of the
bathroom mirror after a well received morning fuck.

“
And I like waking you up
licking your clit.” The rogue flushed the toilet and came to wash
his hands and brush his teeth. His remark earned him a playful slap
on his chest.

“
I expect we should see the
others after we already slept in and fucked each other’s brains
out. Oh, and I decided to change my tattoo into Sparky flying on my
back.”

“
No you’re not.”

Renee grabbed the anti-static hairspray,
applied some and turned to him. “And why not?”

He smirked. “The last thing
I want to see when I’m slamming into you from behind is
him
looking back at me.”
Then shivered from head to toe.

“
Uh, good point.” She
laughed. “I’d hate to see him when I’m getting my snatch scratched.
That is a bit weird. It would be so awkward now that you point it
out. It’s not so bad sharing the mental pleasure, but I could never
be in the same room should either of us be getting lucky.” She
shivered too. “Definitely awkward. What do you think I should
change my tattoo into?”

Instead of answering right away he asked “Why
the sudden change?”

“
Well, I originally got it
after sucking it up after my last mate’s death as a sign I’m
pretty
and
not to
be underestimated. Now I think it’s a bit too much for who I am
now. I don’t need it to remind me to be the Hellcat anymore. I’ve
accepted I don’t need my ink to remind me to be strong. It’s time
for a change anyway. So what do you want to look at when you fuck
me doggy style?”

He brushed his hair back and turned to her
fully to say “I want no markings. I want your back to be flawless
so my eyes may roam at the splendor rather than fixate on thorns
and flowers.”

“
Not even for my lower back?
A bitching Phoenix maybe?”

Oliver shook his head. “I like you to be who
you are without distractions. You asked my opinion and I gave
it.”

“
Okay. Maybe later one day.
If you want me bare. You got it.” Renee closed her eyes and Oliver
felt her mental pressure ease into his visual areas while opening
the back of her soft white dress. Using his eyes she willed her
bracelet to break down the pigment and ink imbedded in her skin’s
dermis and gradually the vibrant tattoo began to fade away. He held
still so she could watch through his eyes like a mirror. In roughly
five minutes it was as if there was no trace of ever being
marked.

Soft and pale cream is what
her back now represented. She quickly hid it beneath the lovely and
flattering white dress she sealed back up. Renee extracted and
opened her eyes to turn around and liked the hunger burning in
those glowing orbs. “Maybe later, Lover. My womb is packed to
capacity as it already is. We may not be completely human, but
I
do
have
limitations. Later. I promise.”

“
I’ll hold you to it. Are
you sure you don’t want me to join you for lunch with
Jake?”

“
Yeah, I need time to cool
off after that lethal cock you use mercilessly on me. And I need
Sparky. Steph will be waiting for you and so will your brothers.
But remember that later I want to see how your eyes does the smoky
thing. I want to know all the how’s before my eyes do it too.
Besides, being apart for a couple hours will give our libidos a
chance to cool down. We need peace, not balls to the wall orgasms
every few minutes.”

“
I’ll be in your mind the
whole time. I’m not leaving you at any time for a good long
while.”

“
Just don’t make any
comments to have me struggle to keep up my end of the
conversations. I don’t need to be confused more than normal. Keep a
thin attachment. No more. Got it?” he nodded. “Good. See you in a
few hours. Don’t fuck anything up in the meantime. Good luck. I’m
going to check in on Papa, Andrea and my new baby brother for
lunch.” She stood on the balls of her feet as he leaned down for a
quick kiss. “Yum… you still taste like me. I like it. Love you.”
She waved and was out the bedroom quickly enough for him to
chuckle. Her arousal rekindled in the quick kiss enough to make her
run off before things got steamy again.

Damn I missed throwing her
off balance.
He thought contently and
sighed, using just enough of a connection to know she was feeling
immense love and happiness. He could also feel Sparky through the
thread he put on Renee’s mind and could tell he was experiencing
true relief to know his partner was happy and alive. She didn’t
hear his thought, but he knew she too felt Oliver’s serene feelings
in that moment.

Stepping into the bedroom after checking his
jaw was smooth his clothing altered into jeans and a sturdy long
sleeved shirt while boots covered his feet. Over by the nightstand
he leaned down and sheathed the beige dagger to his left boot, the
black cutlass to the right hip and locked the indigo round shield
onto his back. Adding a cape covered the shield’s bright sparkle.
Ready for another new day he stepped out into med bay to find five
of the freed victims laying down being tended by the same number of
white uniformed medics who stopped what they were doing as he
lumbered into the room.

Things stopped and he noticed how the medics
were clearly wary. A quick surface touch to their minds showed that
none were Gathering to bar his unnoticed entry and what he found
was strange to him. They were clearly terrified, even without the
fear he could suddenly scent. They had all been sworn to secrecy by
the captain into knowing what he was, but someone had hacked into
his fighter’s cameras and showed what he did yesterday to a heavily
defended planet. Their fear was understandable, but what was alien
was that they admired his control to spare the victims, even after
seeing just a taste of his capabilities sometime during the night
when someone hacked into the ship’s systems.

To alleviate some of their fear he came over
and greeted by saying “Hello everyone. How are you doing?”

“
You kids need to breathe
before you pass out.” Said a spritely little woman with light
blonde hair and lavender eyes laying on a bed. Her hands lay over
her belly as fluids to speed regeneration of her lost left leg were
pumped into both arms. Through Oliver’s eyes and with aid of the
chip he read her name as ‘Xandra Mcneall. Age: 671 E.S.’ E.S.
meaning Earth Standard now he could connect to the ship’s extensive
memory. Yet she looked no more than early twenties and thin.
Clearly someone who was space born. “We are doing much better all
thanks to your rescue, young man.”

Oliver smirked at being called young. He
decided to have a little fun, but before he could say anything
Steven and Visor had come in right then and beat him to it. “No one
called Oliver young since we found out he’s dame near eighty five
and a half million years old. The Captain calling him Lad is about
as close as we can do it.”

Xandra blinked and began to sputter as she
looked to Oliver and could understand what that smirk meant.

“
Take all the fun out of it
why don’t you.” He lightly smacked the Hunter upside the head which
only made Steven laugh and punch Oliver’s arm.

“
Eighty…
Eight five million… you’re an…” another on a bed choked
out.

“
Easy you guys. Just relax
and take a deep calming breath. And Steven, no old fart
comments.”