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[Closed; Mushverse Past] Basco/Marvelous voice testing/history sharing.

It still feels like I'm inside a dream as the startlingly red captain takes me onto his ship. I have the image of it first coming into view still burned to my eyelids; when I blink I still see it as it rose in the sky behind him, as red and bold as its captain. I haven't felt so drawn to something in my life, its call as strong to me as the song of the stars. It's as if even the blood in my veins longs for it; I don't think I could have refused the captain's offer to join his crew, even with how strong my pride can be.

He shows me the engine room, the impressive inner mechanisms that keep the ship airborne, keep it humming with life. And it does have life, more than any ship I've been on before. I can feel it humming under my touch as I grip a railing. This ship has a voice, has a story to tell me, or maybe one to make with me.

The brief yet concise tour eventually comes to the main living room, what I can feel just with my first steps is the heart of the ship. It's sparsely furnished, a small table with a pair of chairs, a tiny couch with coffee table, the main controls for the computer screen on the far wall. And of course the captain's chair.

I hover at AkaRed's elbow for a moment, drinking in my surroundings as he points out the stairs that lead down toward the crew quarters, the doorway that leads to the galley, and the other stairs that lead up to the crow's nest.

It already feels like home. Like I've lived here all my life.

AkaRed moves to sit in his chair, tells me to make myself at home, pick out a room for myself. I shoulder the small pack I brought with me, all I usually travel with, and spin around, drinking the room in all over again.

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"I'm a pirate." I state simply, because that should explain everything, though I do humor him with a bit of elaboration. "I take what I want. When I want it."

He's lifting me a bit, but our heights aren't so distant that I have to tiptoe where he guides me. I can feel heat radiating off him, concentrated in his core. It's enticing, sending all these lovely little electric bursts through my nerves, pleasant trembles down my spine.

I slide a hand down his chest between us, and grip at his shirt. My voice is even now, my words full of weight, though I'm not asking for control of the situation. Far from it, I think I very much want to let him bend me over the counter, or kitchen table, and have his way with me.

But that is what I want, and I'm still in a place of power because I know I want it.

"With my own hands."

It's not hard to arch against the stroke of his hand, and I laugh breathlessly as the seeking palm clenches into a demanding fist. This Marvelous is exactly my type, and I seem to be his. Perfect. I roll my hips as he rises to meet me, and smile with teeth when his belly presses flush to mine, pressing my cock between us. His claim is bold, but he obviously knows what it takes to back it up. I respect that. And yet there's never been a single thing presented to me that I can resist challenging, good or bad.

"Or my hands?" I push, tightening my grip on his body. I can feel his pulse racing against me, and I think the floor's tilting again. I have to assume it's just in my head, my equilibrium thrown off by how much my body is screaming lust. I want him, I want him VERY badly.

The ship lurches, and it shifts me against him in just suck a way that our dicks brush through the fabric of our clothes, making me gasp, making me shudder, making me grip at him - at his shirt, at his arms, hair, anywhere I can reach really - with need.

I chuckle breathlessly at his words, looking the short distance up at him, eyes eyes heavy and glazed with list. With need. All for him, in this moment all my need revolve around him. "I think our hands are reaching for the same end right now, yeah?"

The Galleon does a sudden tip in the other direction, topping us away from the counter.

I don't know why the ship's started pitching all over the place - AkaRed drunk at the wheel, perhaps - but I really don't care. We slam up against the table, I bark my shin on one of the heavy thing's legs, and I couldn't care less right now. I spin Marvelous in my arms, one arm banding his stomach, holding him close; the roundness of his ass strokes my cock and I groan, bracing my head on his shoulder, and squeeze him closer still. My other hand reaches between his legs, greedily seeking his heat, while I fit my mouth to the slope of his shoulder just above his collar and scrape his skin with my teeth.

The small of my back hips the heavy table, hard - possibly enough to faintly bruise by the morning - but I don't really care, or even think about it much, because then Basco is spinning me around so I'm facing the table, my ass against his groin. His head rests against my shoulder and he groans, and that sound makes my own dick twitch near painfully.

Not too painful for too long, since Basco's seeking hand find my need and grip and I'm groaning in mirror of his, maybe louder, as I've never been one to hold back at anything. His mouth is doing something to the bit of bare skin below my neck, and while it feels good, I'm far more focused and grinding into his hand. On letting him know I want this every bit as much as everything I want. Deeply and completely.

I hope he's not expecting this gently. I hope he's not expecting slow. Cause neither of those are gonna happen here, and as much as I want what *I* want, and intend to take it, it would be very convenient if he ends up enjoying this as much as I know I'm going to.

I force my hand into his trousers at the hip, sliding my hand around to the front to worry the clasp open as quickly as I'm able. As soon as I've got room to maneuver, I let go of his cock, one palm splayed on his chest to press him back against me. My other hand dives low, curling between his thighs from behind and demanding entrance to his body. There's a little bit of oil left on my hands from cooking, just as much as spattered up onto them. It's not enough, but for a fingertip, for a rough taste, it's plenty.

He underestimates my body, I think. Or maybe he's just never been with someone like me (someone like me, I say, as if I even know if there are any other beings like me out there, beyond myself and possibly my parents). He's being as cautious as he can be in such a moment, it's sweet, another another time it will be wanted. Prep is almost as much fun as the actual act, foreplay a lovely prelude to sex.

But right now I just want him. I want him inside me with his hand around me, I want him to fuck me soundly against the table. I want it now.

"Now," I groan, bucking back hard against his finger. "Want you now."

My finger slips in to the second joint, then third, as I arch against him through pure reflex, not thinking. And then he doesn't yell in pain, and the clench down around my finger is hot and good, not the too-tight clench of rejection, and my eyebrows climb toward my hairline. "Oh WELL then," I murmur, keeping my mouth near his ear as I tuck the tip of my next finger against the base of my first, pressing gently against his pucker. "You ARE a bundle of surprises. Was that an accident, or...?"

I groan, I tremble. He's still being too slow, too slow for this moment. Dinner is getting cold, the vegetables getting soggy in the pan, and that just won't do.

I also just want him, I didn't even know I would want him this badly until now. In this moment.

"Basco," I gasp his name, spreading my legs a bit more, bucking back into his hand. I glance over my shoulder at him, smirking despite my lust, despite my need. "I'm ready now. Later came come the... the slow. But now... now I just... need."

Later? I can't help the smug, beaming smirk twisting my lips, even as I thrust my second finger to join the first, even as my hand NOT buried deep in his ass shoves impatiently at the waistband of his pants, pushing them down. He helps, bracing himself with one hand, shoving downward with his other. As soon as his pants are far enough down to bare his ass I stop, catching my breath, while my cock thrums against the way, way too tight confines of my own clothes.

I get the closure open as fast as I can, thankful beyond reason that my trousers close with laces, not complicated metal bits that take much more brain to navigate than I currently have at my command. Finally I'm free, stiff and hot against the vee of his ass, and he makes an obscene noise and I can't hold back any longer. I'm buried to the root in him before I've even completed my next thought, something about risk, something moderately damaging to his body about cocking him without letting him at least see what I'm striking so deep with.

Not that it matters. He's swallowed me up and I can't find my breath, hissing and gasping to try to find it. I'm bent over his back, fists knotted in the fabric of his shirt, and my hips are already rolling against his, rutting him with shallow little in and out thrusts that only bare the last little bit of my cock above the root. I don't think I could bear to pull further out than that; he is -- his body is -- everything that this should be; and because of the suddenness, the shock, the banter-- somehow, even more.

He's inside me in what feels like a second, though there's red tape involved, his own pants coming down, the physical positioning. It's all like rain falling on a hot day, gentle and slightly and evaporating before it's realized. He's hot and thick inside me, buried to the hilt, balls deep, as they say.

He's as intense as I imagined, maybe more so, though my body is still quick to adjust. I can feel him pressing, feel him as he works a few small thrusts. Hot and wide and filling. He's not quite large enough to make a mark on my stomach, but I still slide a hand down there, pressing down into my lean stomach as I push back against him, coaxing him further. Wanting him to move more, to take me as roughly as I imagine he wants to.

"Oh fuck," I lean further over the table, using the angle to arch back against him, grant him even a fraction more room inside me. "Don't... don't hold back. I can take it..."

As soon as I think I can move, I'll be doing exactly that - he needn't worry, there's no restraint to be had here. It's just a matter of getting myself in order again, figuring out how to flex the joints that have seized up in tight, clenched sensory overload. I'm vibrating against him, and my cock's swelling as we remain joined, reacting to his heat. It'll press outward, forcing and swelling until I find his limit, until I've swollen too much to withdraw. I probably should have warned him that my species knots their mates. Whoops.

I grin, with fangs, nibbling at his shoulder as I begin to find the strength to lengthen my strokes. I strike hard and solid on each downstroke, my fingertips digging in hard against his waist to hold him, leaving bruises.

He's rough, biting at my shoulder, intense, thrusting further inside, deeper wider. And all I can do it groan, and let him go, let him reach his limits. My own body has limits, though no one's ever pressed them before. But I think he may be capable of it, and on a first try no less.

Powerful, swelling filling. I lean against the table for support, my nails scraping at it's lacquered surface. I gasp, I groan, I mumble his name like a muted prayer. My whole body is alight with trembling vibrations, sweat beading on my brow and down my spine. Already, I'm not even close to climax yet.

"What," I gasp when I feel my body finally reach its limits, the first twinges of pain. Nothing too horrible, just twinges, being stretched to my limit, a sting, not much more. If he gets much bigger I may have to protest slightly though. "What are you?"

I can't believe how far I've swollen, how much of my blood's flowed freely, easily even, into my cock. I've never been able to grow this far, never taken a mate like Marvey, one that's built so...generously. I'm so lightheaded I could topple, short of blood everywhere else but my sex, locked within Marvey's body. It's going to take a -long- time for me to come down from this; I don't think Marvey realizes exactly what he's gotten himself into. Well, here's hoping he doesn't mind making conversation for an hour or so after this is over.

His body twinges around me, finally pushed to its limit, and the pressure of it begins to limit me, as well. It makes my breath catch in my throat, and my laughter is faint and happy, soaring on endorphins, as I answer him.

"K-kaijin," I gasp, bucking against him; I've no more ability to stroke back and forth, but rolling thrusts are still very much within my ability, and I set myself to the task with enthusiasm, scratching red tracks across the bare skin of his hips as I pound him, each tiny thrust punching hard against his ass, marked by the slap of our skin together.

"Vol-nnngh. Volcanic…kaijin…planet's ca--called--" I try to continue, scrabbling at coherency. It's futile.

"Oh goddess." I bite the crest of his shoulder with a hungry desperation, feeling my brain begin to unravel. What he's doing to me is unreal; my whole body is scorching hot, blood sizzling through me. I grope blindly forward, seeking to fit his cock into the palm of my hand. "Gods, you're delicious."

I should be scared, some part of my brain mutters this, especially as the word Kaijin bleeds through the air. I don't rightly care. No one had ever filled me like this ever ridden me like this, this hard, this filling, this completely.

"Tell me later," I gasp out, as he bites at my shoulder. I gasp, I lick my lips, I moan. "Tell me a-after."

His hand seeks my own throbbing heat, and I find his grip, grabbing it as forcefully as I can manage and guiding it toward my dick. I wrap his and my hand around his, showing him the rhythm I need right now, complete with happy groans and bucking hips, the movement stunted slightly because he's... somehow... stuck inside me.

Once I think his hand is steady I move my own away so I can continue to scratch and claw at the table. I'm so close to climax it's insane, it's just my pride now that's keeping me from coming too soon.

The way he's yanking back and forth, trying to ride me, is yanking on my knot, tugging on the hard, swollen base of my cock with every motion. My balls, clenched tight, feel each aborted backward pull; my knot, the forward pushes. He's never been knotted before, it's so crystal clear to me, and the thought dizzies me. My grip on his dick squeezes down as I thrum inside him.

I'm too swollen even to jerk within his passage; the jolt of lust that runs through me, knowing I'm the first to ream him through this way, can only shiver its way through my skin, making me tremble inside him. There's no room for anything else. "Bitch," I hiss, finally hitting the last stages of mental fray as the rolling pulse of his muscles around my cock unglues the very last shreds of my coherency. I stroke his cock hard, faster than he showed me, palming it against the swollen curve of his belly.

Curses spilling from my lips, I can't even begin to make anything coherent out of my words. Between the newness of the way he's buried deep inside me, and the way his hand works my dick I'm pretty far out of my mind. Soem part of me should be concerned about the effect this may be having on my body, or the implications of him being Kaijin, or what this will be for our relationship while we're part of the same crew.

Most of my brain doesn't care, and I'm gonna go with that part for now.

"Sh-shit." Coming all over the kitchen table isn't exactly something I had planned for the evening, especially when I'm the one that's gonna have to clean it up. But it is what it is, and it's going to be one mind numbing climax when I finally let myself go.

It takes a moment for me to realize I'm hearing my own voice, not his. It doesn't sound like me, growling and mewling out empty promises against his skin, tangling the words in his skin and my tongue and my high, tight gasps for air. I'm crumpling forward over him, and when my palm finally slams onto the surface of the kitchen table, fingers clenching unhelpfully against the wood, I slam forward one more time, forceful enough that I bang his hips against its hard edge. I would care but he's obscene, unapologetic, amazing.

He's rolling against me, his whole body swallowing me down, I swear, and it's yanking in delicious pain on my knot, trying to pull me deeper. I can't do anything but shout and come. There's barely room around my swollen prick and my knot for anything more, but fuck if I care, and my cock sure as fuck doesn't. I seed him hard, hot and full, biting and scraping red lines across his throat with my teeth while I'm pouring into him. He might be AkaRed's cabin boy, but right now, he's all mine, my bitch, and I love it. He's going to be a ruined, sticky mess when we're done - I can already feel some of my stain leaking out of him, dirtying my ballsack and his thighs. I push harder, clenching his dick hard; his body squeezes me tighter.

I sag forward against him, finally beginning to reach my limit. His earlobe's right there, irresistible; I nip at it, my voice thick and a bit hoarse. "Gods you feel good."

I don't even notice my hips banging into the table, though I'll probably notice those, and many other bruises later, and will probably grumpy a bit, or maybe smile. Depends on how I'm feeling later.

His climax is the most intense thing I've felt in my sexual life, filling and spilling, my own gets a little lost in the rush of his, though it's there, and I feel it, that burst of pleasure punctuated but a rough groan that rumbles through my chest. I fall forward onto my arms against the tabletop, breathless and spent. For a quick fuck he certainly gave me a ride; makes me wonder what he can be like when there's more time to the act. Unless his kind are always to brutal and fast.

I lick my lips. Sweat drips down from my temples. Once I get my voice back I laugh, giddy and blissful.

He's cocky and amused, laughing through the afterglow, and I'm draped over him, just as spent as he is. He's strong, plenty enough to support us both at the moment, and I take advantage of that in the way I'm limply draped across him, lifting one hand to rake through his hair, grab, and pull at random. I feel like an overcooked noodle, all smooshy and content. Well, -almost- all smooshy. My knot's still tying us together; it'll be a while before it goes down, though considering how un-fucking-believable that orgasm was, maybe it'll take less time than I think.

Either way, Marvey's stuck with me for at least the next fifteen minutes, and I'm a chatty fuck.

"I think we're gonna have to do this again sometime, new kid," I laugh, nosing the shell of his ear. I'll start to think about propping myself up on my own strength in a few minutes. For now, Marvey gets a Basco-shaped blanket. "You're something else. What'd you say you are?"

If I had any oomph left in me at all, I'd throb at the memory of how fast I hilted myself in him. It was almost like a woman's body - but even then, the typical bitch requires -some- preparation, at least. I've never bedded any creature, of any gender, as...accomodating as Marvey.

"I'm a pirate," I answer simply, laughter still lacing my voice. I hum a little, still riding the afterglow. He's still stuck inside me, buried deep and unmoving, even after his climax. It's certainly an interesting experience, one I don't find I mind much at all.

Eventually my arms will get tired, but not yet, and he's not really all that heavy to begin with.

"You know I could say the same to you." I settle our weight on one arm so I can wipe the sweat from my forehead before it drips down into my eyes.

I clench around his dick, around the knot that keeps him held inside me, just for emphasis. "You started to explain, but we were kind of in a moment..."

"Mm." I'm nipping at his neck when he clenches around me, and my teeth bite into his skin harder than I'd meant. "Nnngh." My knot's tender, all the more so when he clamps down that hard, and yet I can't find it in me to care that he's hurting me, because he's causing me so much pleasure, too.

"I'm kaijin," I begin, shifting my weight from one foot to the other to try to get circulation flowing anywhere lower than my knees or higher than my sternum. "Generally that's the label for any of us with any bit of monster blood. My kind's from a volcano planet. Not many of us. Anybody not born there doesn't usually see many compelling reasons to visit, or stay. The theory is we ended up with a couple funny evolutions to make the fresh blood stay around long enough to...donate to the cause. Genetically speaking."

I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling my stomach closer against his back. He's got scars here and there; I'd love to trace them all, just tickling my fingernails against the ridges and texture of them.

I know Kaijin, well, more or less. They usually don't stick around long enough to really get to know anyone, especially not long enough to bend someone like me willingly over a table. They also aren't usually nearly as attractive as Basco.

You live and learn and roll with the punches. Or Kaijin dick's stuck in your ass.

I decide not to clench around him again, his bite didn't hurt that much, but I don't really want to press my luck.

"Sounds harsh." It's not the best comment to such a story about one's past and home, but what else can I say? We're all much more than what our pasts say we should be. I am also still quite a bit dazed, and words are a fun challenge right now.

I'm kind of startled Marvelous offers any sympathy, or at least a shrug of an attempt toward it. I sure wasn't looking for it - but he's responding like I'm a person, worth offering sympathy toward.

It's consistent with what I know of him so far. And kind of cute. In a naive way.

"I was just explaining why something like me has equipment like this." It'll make my knot twinge again, but I roll against him anyway, rubbing my cheekbone up and down the nubs of his spine at his neck. "You're going to be here a while, in case you hadn't figured that out yet." I'm grinning, though he can probably hear it in my voice better than see it from the corner of his eye.

"I'd ask if you minded, but...it's not like that matters anyway." I'm chuckling against his skin, licking up the salt from his sweat when I taste it at the corner of my lips.

I chuckle thickly, with a little groan somewhere in the middle of it, when he rolls against me, still trapped by his curious anatomy.

"Yeah, well. Everyone's built different, I'm not one to comment on unusual body crap. I mean, you didn't try to impale me on giant spines or spit ink in my mouth from a gland in your lower abdomen." I shudder. I've never encountered such things personally, but I've read about them.

"Besides it's kinda nice." I sigh, leaning a little more onto my arms, only just now barely beginning to strain. Not too bad, they've certainly strained against worse. "Being trapped like this for a while. Just so long as we're not stuck together like this until one of us dies or something.

[Closed; Mushverse Past] Basco/Marvelous voice testing/history sharing.

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