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

[captainmarvelous]

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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[Well, we -were- getting to that point. Plus keywords :3]

[curryjolokia]

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."

[captainmarvelous]

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.

[curryjolokia]

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.

[captainmarvelous]

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.

[curryjolokia]

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."

[captainmarvelous]

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.

[curryjolokia]

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.

[captainmarvelous]

"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..."

[curryjolokia]

"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.

[captainmarvelous]

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.

[curryjolokia]

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.

[captainmarvelous]

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.

[curryjolokia]

Obviously I've fucked some sort of compliance chemical into him. I suppose I'm not too upset about this at all, really. From my perspective, he's hot, I would love for this to be a regular thing between us, and I gave him just what he wanted, fast and hard and no fluffy preambles. Whatever effect I've had on him means he's okay with remaining tied like this for a while, or at least he thinks he is.

I'll just try not to be annoying pillow conversation. Huh. And on the topic of pillows.

I shift with him, trying to maintain a regular angle as he adjusts the brace of his arms. "We can sit," I offer, shrugging diffidently. "If you're getting tired~"

[captainmarvelous]

I shake my head, laughing weakly, still feeling all light and floaty from my climax. The fact that he's still inside me isn't helping the high fade any faster, not that I'm complaining. Who would complain about riding an afterglow for longer than normal?

"This is fine," I really don't think sitting would make the situation any better. "Just needed to shift a bit."

I'm still hungry, actually even more so now, but I'm not about to say anything about it. I don't even want to think of the logistics that would be involved in me getting some food with the state we're in. We'll have to plan ahead if we're going to make this is a regular occurrence between us. Sex always works up my appetite.

[curryjolokia]

If he's comfortable staying put, I'm okay with that as well; the only trouble is, I don't have anything to say, and am starting to feel awkward. Just a bit. I usually don't tie with anyone precisely because of this - because I usually only fuck for sex's sake, and purely physical trysts are best ended as abruptly as they tend to begin.

I'm not sure where the compulsion to knot him came from, but it's probably just a product of how ridiculously oblivious he is to what he looks like. I can't help but want to get my scent all over little scraps of naive innocence like him. But that deed's already done, and now I'm curious about him as a person, but certainly not enough to start a conversation about it right now, when we're trapped together like this.

A pirate, he said, as though that's all the more self-definition one might ever need. He's a creative thinker, at least.

I'm wondering what else he could be, when a rumble from beneath both of us startles me. I figure it has to just be his stomach, but I've never heard hunger sound like THAT before. I remember the way he peered into my skillet, as if even a few minutes' wait was unbearable, and te memory brings another.

I'm already folded over him, but I'd double over if I wasn't, laughing gleefully. "The food!" I remember, burying my chuckles in his shoulder. "I never finished it."