Seducing Stag
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“Lift your head.”
It took effort but she did it. He slid his other arm under her cheek, his biceps becoming her pillow. They were plastered together spoon style. He curled his knees, shoving her bottom leg forward on the bed. His stiff shaft ended up wedged against her pussy when he adjusted them one more time. He let the hand holding her leg trail lower, just under her knee, and hooked it over his thigh. He let go, reached over her hip, and gripped his cock.
He slid the head of it against her pussy and she moaned as he entered her, curving his body even tighter around hers, until he was seated deep.
He twisted the arm under her head a tiny bit to jerk her even closer to his chest. “Your smaller size is an advantage right now. You’re trapped inside my arms.”
She actually liked it. He was wrapped around her tight, and he was so warm. She just wanted to pass out and sleep like that. She even yawned, completely spent.
His mouth moved next to her ear and he chuckled. “Worn out so easily? You’re in bed with a cyborg, Nala.”
He arched his back. She could feel his stomach press tighter ass. It also withdrew him a bit from inside her, his cock moving. He thrust his hips, driving back into her deep. She moaned and tugged at the restraints holding her arms above her head. One was pinned under his arm though, so she couldn’t move that one. The belts didn’t have much give in them this time.
“We covered cunnilingus but we haven’t gotten to stamina yet. I can do this to you for hours.”
He moved, slowly fucking her. It felt incredible. Nala moaned, and Stag cupped her stomach, ran his hand lower, his fingers pressing up against her clit. Every glide of his hips had him massaging her intimately.
“Don’t touch me there,” she pleaded. “Too sensitive.”
“You don’t know the meaning of the word yet.” He nuzzled his face against her throat and began to place kisses on her shoulder. He thrust into her deeper, faster, and applied more pressure against her clit.
Nala cried out, unable to form words anymore.
Stag was going to kill her. It just wasn’t in a way she’d ever imagined. He was going to screw her to death—and probably give her a heart attack brought on by orgasms.
* * * * *
Stag used Nala’s shoulder to muffle the sounds he made as his semen emptied into her pussy. His entire body quivered from the strength of the release. He’d had to use his implants a few times to deaden the feel of her. She sheathed his dick too well and he would have ejaculated too fast otherwise.
He’d brought her to release three more times since he’d put her on his lap. The third time, he’d known she couldn’t take any more. Her body had been trembling too much. He’d let go of his control at that point, finishing them both off for the evening.
“Do you want me to make you come again, Nala?”
“Can’t,” she weakly mumbled.
He smiled. “Was that hot enough for you?”
She didn’t answer, and he realized she’d already fallen asleep. He gently reached down, adjusted her leg he’d kept pinned over his, and laid it over her other one. He withdrew his dick from her body and reached up, using one hand to untie her wrists. She’d sleep for hours without waking. He’d worn her out.
He connected with the computer, adjusting the temperature again. He’d cooled the room while they’d been having sex but now he raised it so she wouldn’t get cold.
He need to move her head off his arm but hesitated to do so. He shifted his body just enough to snag his pillow, draw it closer and shove it under his head. He carefully put his other arm around Nala, dragging her close. It took one more adjustment to drag her pinned arm down so he wasn’t resting on it anymore.
It would be logical if he continued to keep her tucked against him. He’d wake if she tried to get free of his arms, alerting him to any danger she may pose. He gazed down at her. She wasn’t big or strong enough to hurt him, as an Earther. Not without a weapon.
She lowered her arm in her sleep and tucked it near her chest, but her fingers curled around his wrist. The weight of them felt nice. Everything about having her this close, their skin pressed together, was pleasant. He imagined ending his shift and coming to his quarters to repeat what they’d done on a daily basis.
The knowledge also came that Nala had thoroughly corrupted him. Earthers were not to be trusted, but he had already considered keeping her. He wanted to roll away…but he just couldn’t do it. He wanted to hold her for a little bit longer.
It would be the last time. In the morning, he’d do whatever it took to shut down the attraction he felt toward her. He was Stag. Not some foolish lovesick cyborg with a death wish.
Nala was a distraction he didn’t need. The crew was at risk. The Markus Models wanted to create conflict with Earth. He and his crew were routinely sent on the most dangerous missions. It was why he only accepted single men with no family units on his shuttle. She needed to be transferred off the Varnish.
It was settled. He’d get them out of the dead zone, then fly straight to Garden. She’d be out of sight, and would no longer be a temptation.
Chapter Nine
Stag noted the way Nala moved after she’d exited the cleansing unit and took a seat on the bed. “Tender?” She seemed surprised at his question when she looked up. “I thought you weren’t talking to me. You showered, dressed, and just pointed for me to do the same.”
“Answer me.”
“A little.”
He might have been too rough with her. “Do you need a medic? Are you hurt?”
“You’re big. I think a few muscles got pulled last night. It’s not exactly like I’m used to having sex, especially that much of it at once. But I’m fine.”
“Any bleeding?” The thought bothered him. She was an Earther. And a small one, at that. He should have been more aware of her frailties.
“No.”
“Did you check?”
“I’m fine, Stag. Stop, or I’ll think you care about me. You wouldn’t want that.”
“I’ll have food brought to you. I need to go on shift. Today, we’re leaving the dead zone.”
She stood. “What are our chances of actually getting out?”
“Good.”
“Is that the truth?”
“I don’t lie.”
It took effort but she did it. He slid his other arm under her cheek, his biceps becoming her pillow. They were plastered together spoon style. He curled his knees, shoving her bottom leg forward on the bed. His stiff shaft ended up wedged against her pussy when he adjusted them one more time. He let the hand holding her leg trail lower, just under her knee, and hooked it over his thigh. He let go, reached over her hip, and gripped his cock.
He slid the head of it against her pussy and she moaned as he entered her, curving his body even tighter around hers, until he was seated deep.
He twisted the arm under her head a tiny bit to jerk her even closer to his chest. “Your smaller size is an advantage right now. You’re trapped inside my arms.”
She actually liked it. He was wrapped around her tight, and he was so warm. She just wanted to pass out and sleep like that. She even yawned, completely spent.
His mouth moved next to her ear and he chuckled. “Worn out so easily? You’re in bed with a cyborg, Nala.”
He arched his back. She could feel his stomach press tighter ass. It also withdrew him a bit from inside her, his cock moving. He thrust his hips, driving back into her deep. She moaned and tugged at the restraints holding her arms above her head. One was pinned under his arm though, so she couldn’t move that one. The belts didn’t have much give in them this time.
“We covered cunnilingus but we haven’t gotten to stamina yet. I can do this to you for hours.”
He moved, slowly fucking her. It felt incredible. Nala moaned, and Stag cupped her stomach, ran his hand lower, his fingers pressing up against her clit. Every glide of his hips had him massaging her intimately.
“Don’t touch me there,” she pleaded. “Too sensitive.”
“You don’t know the meaning of the word yet.” He nuzzled his face against her throat and began to place kisses on her shoulder. He thrust into her deeper, faster, and applied more pressure against her clit.
Nala cried out, unable to form words anymore.
Stag was going to kill her. It just wasn’t in a way she’d ever imagined. He was going to screw her to death—and probably give her a heart attack brought on by orgasms.
* * * * *
Stag used Nala’s shoulder to muffle the sounds he made as his semen emptied into her pussy. His entire body quivered from the strength of the release. He’d had to use his implants a few times to deaden the feel of her. She sheathed his dick too well and he would have ejaculated too fast otherwise.
He’d brought her to release three more times since he’d put her on his lap. The third time, he’d known she couldn’t take any more. Her body had been trembling too much. He’d let go of his control at that point, finishing them both off for the evening.
“Do you want me to make you come again, Nala?”
“Can’t,” she weakly mumbled.
He smiled. “Was that hot enough for you?”
She didn’t answer, and he realized she’d already fallen asleep. He gently reached down, adjusted her leg he’d kept pinned over his, and laid it over her other one. He withdrew his dick from her body and reached up, using one hand to untie her wrists. She’d sleep for hours without waking. He’d worn her out.
He connected with the computer, adjusting the temperature again. He’d cooled the room while they’d been having sex but now he raised it so she wouldn’t get cold.
He need to move her head off his arm but hesitated to do so. He shifted his body just enough to snag his pillow, draw it closer and shove it under his head. He carefully put his other arm around Nala, dragging her close. It took one more adjustment to drag her pinned arm down so he wasn’t resting on it anymore.
It would be logical if he continued to keep her tucked against him. He’d wake if she tried to get free of his arms, alerting him to any danger she may pose. He gazed down at her. She wasn’t big or strong enough to hurt him, as an Earther. Not without a weapon.
She lowered her arm in her sleep and tucked it near her chest, but her fingers curled around his wrist. The weight of them felt nice. Everything about having her this close, their skin pressed together, was pleasant. He imagined ending his shift and coming to his quarters to repeat what they’d done on a daily basis.
The knowledge also came that Nala had thoroughly corrupted him. Earthers were not to be trusted, but he had already considered keeping her. He wanted to roll away…but he just couldn’t do it. He wanted to hold her for a little bit longer.
It would be the last time. In the morning, he’d do whatever it took to shut down the attraction he felt toward her. He was Stag. Not some foolish lovesick cyborg with a death wish.
Nala was a distraction he didn’t need. The crew was at risk. The Markus Models wanted to create conflict with Earth. He and his crew were routinely sent on the most dangerous missions. It was why he only accepted single men with no family units on his shuttle. She needed to be transferred off the Varnish.
It was settled. He’d get them out of the dead zone, then fly straight to Garden. She’d be out of sight, and would no longer be a temptation.
Chapter Nine
Stag noted the way Nala moved after she’d exited the cleansing unit and took a seat on the bed. “Tender?” She seemed surprised at his question when she looked up. “I thought you weren’t talking to me. You showered, dressed, and just pointed for me to do the same.”
“Answer me.”
“A little.”
He might have been too rough with her. “Do you need a medic? Are you hurt?”
“You’re big. I think a few muscles got pulled last night. It’s not exactly like I’m used to having sex, especially that much of it at once. But I’m fine.”
“Any bleeding?” The thought bothered him. She was an Earther. And a small one, at that. He should have been more aware of her frailties.
“No.”
“Did you check?”
“I’m fine, Stag. Stop, or I’ll think you care about me. You wouldn’t want that.”
“I’ll have food brought to you. I need to go on shift. Today, we’re leaving the dead zone.”
She stood. “What are our chances of actually getting out?”
“Good.”
“Is that the truth?”
“I don’t lie.”
