Brynn Phytrelia 03

Whimpering softly, she looked up at him, feeling tired from the intensity of her orgasm. He leaned up and kissed her, a wet, sloppy kiss, his tongue and lips still tasting and smelling of her own aroma as he moaned into the kiss. He let his tongue move with her own and groaned loudly. His lips moved away from her face and up to her ear.

"Mmm...are you sure you can handle me?" his soothing cooing was a drastic change to his growling as his concerned voice made sure that she was ready for what he'd promised her. "I'm so worked up...I don't even know if I can make it inside of you..." He moved his hips, the head of his length moving up towards the top of her thigh, and she could feel that sticky, clear fluid trailing over her skin from his head as he continued to nibble on her ear, his entire body trembling on top of her.

Smiling up at him, a warm smile, different than her wicked, demanding one she had worn earlier. "I told you, Idris, I want you inside of me. So even if it's only for a short time..." Her legs spread lazily, and her hips pushed down towards the head of his length, inviting him inside. "...I want you to take me, Sweetheart." Head turned so she could touch her lips to his, beginning a firm but loving kiss on his lips.

He moved slowly until he could feel her panties. He reached between them, pulling them down just a little, enough that he could push inside of her, but high enough that he'd be able to feel that warm against his skin each time he moved out of her. He eagerly pushed his head between her lips and groaned loudly. He whimpered a little, gasping as he leaned up to her ear again, his movements slow and unsteady as his breathless voice sounded in her ear.

"Oh g-...mmmm" He whimpered again, sucking in a sharp breath. "Where?!" He couldn't even ask the entire question, and while they'd been over it plenty of times, he was eternally considerate of her desires, in the end, wanting to know what might appeal to her most intensely. His pace started to increase as his head moved between her lips.

She could feel the cloth rubbing against the underside of his length and catch his sac each time her thrust into her, the fabric rubbing against her lips as he dragged it against them each time he moved. His back began to arch and it was clear that he didn't have a lot left in him. Moaning as he fully entered her, even her tired body began to respond again. But this time she wanted to please him. Holding onto his shoulders, her hips began to rock began against his, her muscles contracting around his length every time he pushed inside of her. "Inside me..." She whispered softly, already feeling breathless again. Groaning as she felt that warm cloth of her panties pressing against her, her back arched up towards him, and her grip on his shoulders tightened.

"Idris...oh...You feel amazing." She whispered into his ear, nipping gently at his earlobe.

He whimpered again, crying out as he felt himself building closer. He was shaking, his shoulders and body tense as his back and hips arched and writhed on top of her. He groaned loudly, turning his face towards her ear. "Mmm...it's so hot when you say that. Your voice...'s intoxicating...so...mmmm."

He moaned loudly as his movements grew more desperate. He whimpered and pleaded with her. "Tell me again...mmmm...where do you want me...to finish..." He couldn't help himself, his mind having given over to the carnal forces that guided his every action and movement.

Holding onto him tightly, she let out a moan herself, gasping in sheer pleasure. "I want you to push as far into me as you can, and cum inside of me. Please...don't finish anywhere else but inside of me. I want to feel you...oh..." She let to another moan her words interrupted. "Idris...Idris..." his name was becoming a chant again as she encouraged him, tried to push him towards his own orgasm.

He moaned loudly and shuddered. He called out her name. "Brynn! Ah! I'm...cummmminng!"

He whimpered loudly and she could feel him burst inside of her, his hips arching over and over, pushing into her walls, trying to make it last, not wanting it to stop. "Ah! Oh please...please, Brynn...cum for me!"

He whimpered as his body continued to shudder over and over. His breathing becoming more and more erratic as he persisted.

Whimpering with him, she felt herself reaching a second orgasm, not near as powerful as the first one, but one nonetheless. As she felt him explode inside of her, she let out a soft moan, grabbing onto him tightly as she began to shake and then...

"Idris!" She cried out, her body tensing up again. The feeling of him letting go inside of her, his moans, his constant thrusts, had sent her into her second climax of the evening. Coming down from her orgasm, she panted softly, holding onto him in a much gentler fashion. Brynn stared at him, reaching over lazily to caress his face before her hand dropped weakly to the bed. She felt exhausted, drained of all her energy. Lying there seemed the only thing she wanted or COULD do in that moment.

"So...what?" She whispered, half-heartedly rolling over onto her side so she could look at him better, but even her eyes were beginning to close.

He said nothing, just softly mmm'ing at her. He managed to groan softly, rolling until his back was on the bed. He scooted slowly, adjusting how he was lying on the bed. He reached out for her and weakly tugged on her lithe form, beckoning her.

"Now...you come over here and cuddle with me...and when we wake up, we decide what's next." He groaned softly, his eyes falling shut a long moment, barely opening again to look at her.

"Well you're...mmm...too." She whispered and moved towards him, laying her head on his chest, one leg placed lazily over his. Eyes shut and she immediately began to drift off to sleep. And then she muttered something under her breath, inaudible to him, but after she said it, she was silent, keeping herself perfectly pressed up against him, needing to feel him beside her as she slept.

On his way out to dream land, he remembered that she had planned a surprise for him and how close they were to Baramasta. The thought only lingered a moment, just long enough for him to remember that Ophelia's back up programming would wake them up two hours before they dropped out of antispace. He moaned softly, reaching up to hold her close, and fell asleep beneath her, which conveniently enough was his new favorite place to fall asleep.

***

The ship shuddered, and almost immediately, the sound of alarms filled the entire ship. The image appeared in the room, screaming at him. "CAPTAIN! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! WAKE UP!"

As the ship jarred again, Idris felt himself stirring. He looked over and saw the image. Then he heard it. The engine alarms. He swore loudly, leaving Brynn. He ran to the cockpit, pulling some clothes off the floor as he did. He ended up with her pants and one of his shirts. He groaned inwardly at the luck and pulled them on, however uncomfortable they were.

Brynn was a much lighter sleeper than Idris, so as soon as Ophelia began to yell over the speakers, she jerked away, her heart leaping into her throat. Staring at Idris, she watched him run towards the cockpit, staying where she was in the bed. Following after him would only cause problems. She did, however, notice that Idris grabbed her pants and she opened her mouth to say something, then stopped wincing a little bit.

"Never mind..." She whispered as he took off out of the bedroom. Knowing staying naked right now, and relaxing, was not going to be an option, she quickly scrambled out of bed. Granted, the night before, Idris had ripped open her shirt, so that wasn't wearable. She grabbed one of his button up shirts and pulled it on, looking down at her uncovered legs. This was all she had right now, as much as she hated it.

He jumped into the pilot's seat. "This isn't Baramasta! Where are we?!"

"About eight hours short of our destination, Captain. Somewhere just outside of the Klendastan System."

"What happened?!"

"We were pulled out of antispace by a gravity well."

Idris gaped, open-mouthed, and then pointed at the viewscreen. "What gravity well?! There isn't a black hole or gas giant within two light years of here!"

"Sensors read that the anomaly is coming from the cruiser, just up off to port and straight ahead about eight hundred kilometers."

Idris groaned and looked out at the ship. "Readings?"

"It is not in any of the logs. The hull appears to be made of tetrastrand and redidium."

Idris paled. "Oh no..."

"Captain? What is it?"

"It's...it's them...the...THEM! Contact SI, hail Captain Durron! And brace the rear deflector shield."

"We're being hailed, Captain."

"Put it on speaker."

"Ulratian vessel Atalanta. Stand down and your ship will not be harmed. Bring your engines to a full stop and we can ensure the most conducive, painless transition. Failure to comply will result in your slow, agonizing death and the destruction of your vessel." The voice was that of a man, his tone even and calm as he made the order.

"Battleship..." He went to say the name, but their was no transponder to speak of. "Identify yourself! This is a civilian vessel! You've just attack a citizen of the Alliance, unprovoked I might add. It'll be a cold day in hell when I surrender and go quietly into the night, especially for strangers."

The voice changed, a feminine creature filling the cockpit with the sound of her voice. "Mmm, but we're not strangers, Captain Chariton. You know me very well, from Jastar, if memory serves."

"Captain, who is this woman?"

He held up his hand to silence her.

"Oh, and the lovely Ophelia. Ship's computer, yes? I am confident that if you analyze the odds of your escape...and your survival, should you resist, are well in my favor."

The image looked at him, nodding grimly. "I am afraid she is correct, Captain."

Idris moved to boost the sublight engines to full, but when he went to throttle, a short in the console almost started a fire. "Oh no..."

"Captain, it would appear that the force of our reversion caused the sublight engines to burn out. They are now completely offline. Life support and emergency lighting are still functioning, but we've lost propulsion."

He swore again. "Where is my uplink to SI?!"

"They're jamming us, Sir. There is no way we can get a transmission out of here anytime soon."

He slammed his fist onto the control panel and felt defeat washing over him, his voice solemn and submitting. "Battleship...whoever you are...we surrender. We're bringing the vessel offline and are awaiting further instructions."

"Good, Captain. See you soon..." And with that, the ship fell into silence again. He had no idea what to do. He was most concerned with saving Brynn. He was panicking.

Brynn hurried out of the bedroom, entering the cockpit just as she heard the word "we surrender," and then the silence began.

"...Idris. What's happening? And before you shoo me off, stick me in some cargo place where you think I won't be found, and I'll be 'safe,' just think about how damn stubborn I am. And that I am, in fact, a Gifted, and can help. I can fight, and if you put me somewhere, and try to hold information from me...well...just don't think about it. What's going on?" She asked her final question in a firm voice, expecting full honesty out of him right now. Determination and worry were painted across her face.

"I'm going to help...in anyway that I can. In a way that doesn't mean you push me to the side." Hands on her hips, she stared at him a little longer, waiting for his response. And then slowly, because she needed to, she walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. She needed that contact with him to feel at least a little safe.

"Brynn, oh no...please, you don't understand. These people...they will not be bargained with. They don't want a fight, they want conquest. When they get on board, if they've ever seen you use your gift, then they'll take you...and they'll take your gift, too, if they can. And if they can't...they'll kill you. They want nothing with ordinary humans, they only want us. They want Gifteds. And no, you don't get that option. If I have to beat you senseless or drug you into submission in order to hide you, then that's what I will do. I won't let them find you. I won't...let them take you away...I..." his voice cracked a little and he felt his hands move to his face, holding it.

He started to sob, the severity of his defeat and of the danger he'd put her in, sinking in and destroying him. He started to mumble, then his voice rose into an angry yell. "Not again...NOT AGAIN!"

He stood from the chair and moved to her, taking her arms and pushing her against the doorway. He pointed into the ring corridor. "I want you to get inside of the armor chamber...and don't come out! As soon as they..." his voice trailed off, still staring at her, and his expression fell just a little.

"They...won't be long, I promise. They'll take my cargo...and...and leave. Just let them have what they want. Fighting them isn't worth it. We're out gunned, out numbered, and out matched. I want you to go, NOW, and hide. This is not a negotiation. This is an ORDER, Brynn. Do what I say willingly, please, because I don't want to have to use undesired methods of encouragement." He pointed again.

"Ophelia, how soon until they are here?"

"You have approximately two minutes before we are in range of their tractor beam."

He nodded, and looked at her. "Please, Brynn...please. I don't want to lose you. Just go...get inside of the armor chamber." He'd take her hand and go to lead her back to his room. If nothing else, to lessen the humiliation he faced, he wanted to change out of her leggings. Not just because they were uncomfortable, but also because they would give her away.

Brynn would have fought on any other occasion except this time, this time there was so much emotion in his voice that it shook her to her core. He meant business, he was very serious. Swallowing hard she winced as he came at her, shoving her against the door. "Idris..." She whispered, eyes widening as she stared at him sobbing. Falling silent, not offering any protest, she walked with him into the bedroom, waiting for him to remove her pants, taking them from him. Gently, she pulled them on, making sure to move quickly. "Idris...please..." Stuttering for a moment, she took another deep breath.

"I can't lose you either, Idris, so please...don't abandon me here. Please...I don't want to lose you."

And quickly she leaned and placed a passionate kiss on his lips that said so much more than any words she could tell him before breaking away and heading towards the armor chamber. As soon as she was inside, she turned to face the doorway, crossing her arms, waiting for him to slide the door shut and lock it.

He sobbed as she kissed him, and kissed her back with all the feeling and emotion he had welled up in him. He let the door slide shut, and slipped on a pair of pants from the floor. He felt the entire ship rock and shudder, almost knocking him to his feet, as Atalanta's skids landed on the surface of the battleship's hangar bay...