Summary: Tyr and Beka is having a simple workout, but it soon turns to something else.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned them, why the hell would I sit
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Beka entered the work out room, expecting Tyr not to have arrived yet. They were supposed to be there at 1500, but it was still ten minutes until then. Therefore she was surprised to see Tyr already there, warming up.
“Hey!” she called and got his attention. He turned to her and nodded.
“Shall we start?” he asked matter-of-factly. Her answer was to lung at him and push him down to the floor. It was probably more the surprise than her strength, but he was on the floor nevertheless. They spent a while rolling around, trying to get the other down until Tyr rose, pulling Beka with him. She ran backwards, preparing for him to attack. But he didn’t, instead standing still. Beka smiled.
“Come on,” she teased, “aren’t you coming? Are you afraid or what?” Tyr’s eyebrow rose in the air and he snickered slightly. If he had been using all of his strenght, she would have been dead by now. Although...it was fun to let her have the upper hand sometimes, for a human woman she was remarkably strong.
He walked closer to her, smiling and shaking his head.
“You are tempting fate Beka Valentine,” he said and grabbed for her arm. She yelped in pain as he spun her around and placed a firm grip around her. She fought for a while but found she couldn’t get loose.
“Now what do you say,” Tyr whispered, his mouth dangerously close to her ear. “Am I a coward?” Beka took the opportunity and threw her head back, hitting his face so hard he let her go. She ran away from him and turned back.
“Yes,” she answered with a smile. He shook his head, moving in closer.
“I think I have to teach you a lesson.” Her smile disappeared at the look on his face and she wondered what that lesson might be.
“Um...Tyr,” she said as she backed away from him, her voice shaking at the sudden gleam in his eyes. She was certain he was going to hurt her bad.
What happened was not at all what she had expected.
He threw her down on the ground and she used all her strenght to get loose but it didn’t work. He pinned her arms down to the floor, keeping her from using them to get free.
“So...” he said slowly while looking her over. “Who’s in charge now?” Beka’s eyes were wide and she didn’t answer. She was just starting to feel something that made her speechless.
“Oh god,” she thought, “he’s aroused! I gotta get away from here!” She wriggled her body on the floor, but it served no purpose. All of a sudden, Tyr leaned down and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss at first, but the gentleness soon turned into hunger. She was startled when she felt her own body responding to his touch and tried to move herself as far away from him as possible, until she stopped.
“Come on,” she thought, “it could be fun. It’s not like anything will come out of it anyway.”
****
Suddenly, Tyr felt Beka’s whole body relaxing and she was answering to his brutal assaults to her lips that you could call a kiss.
“Mmmmm, I think I like this,” he thought and eased the grip on her arms. “Maybe mating with a kludge isn’t so bad after all.” He felt her trying to roll him over and pinned her down again.
“Oh no,” he said, breaking the kiss, “I’m in control here. I was going to teach you a lesson, remember?” Beka went tense again and she started to tremble. He wasn’t going to...rape her, was he?
“Tyr,” she said and tried to keep his face away from hers, “Please don’t. Let me go.” The dark man lifted his head and smiled, then silently but decisively shook his head. Then he lowered his face so that his mouth was in her hair, brushing against her ear. Beka’s eyes widened as he blew air in it, then started to whisper.
“Don’t worry Beka,” he whispered, “I won’t hurt you. I’m just going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.” He pulled his head back up again and looked in her eyes. “But not all lessons are bad are they?” Beka relaxed again. He wasn’t likely to let her go if she asked, but he wouldn’t take her by force. More likely, seduce her by force, with force.
****
Tyr’s fingers started to play with the silky material of her top and she felt her nipples stiffen against the fabric. He was pulling agonisingly slowly at the zipper and she took hold of his hands, trying to pull it down herself but he would have none of it. Slapping her hands away, he continued the slow journey until the top was unzipped, and he pulled it off, a little quicker when he saw her creamy breasts and pink nipples appear.
He started kneading the soft flesh of her breasts and Beka grabbed hold of his dreadlocks, moaning with pleasure and then giving a small muffled scream as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it and gently biting, but never really hurting her. She gave a small disappointed moan as he left it and it was exposed to the cold air again, but then he moved all his attention to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Beka tried to pull off the chainmail shirt Tyr wore, but he pinned her arms to the floor, not letting her move.
“He really takes this lesson thing as far as it goes,” Beka thought and suppressed a moan as his mouth was working it’s way down to her bellybutton, playing for a moment with the ring she had there and then stopped at her belt.
Suddenly, he rose and turned away from her. She quickly rose to a half sitting position and her mouth was opened. Was this her lesson? For him to arouse her as much as he could and then just leave.
“What do you think...” but she was cut short when he turned around, showing that his belt was unbuckled and the zipper on his shirt was down. He easily slid off the chainmail and pulled a bit at his pants so they fell down to the floor, then stepped out of them. He pulled of his boots, never breaking eye contact, a smile playing across his features. Then he was completely naked and Beka swallowed as she took in the sight in front of her.
She had seen his bare chest before, but she still marvelled at the sight of the muscles and the lovely dark skin. Her eyes wandered down his body and she thought her eyes would pop out when she saw a cock bigger than any she had seen before and she had seen many.
He took a step closer to her.
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Tyr took a moment just to look at her. She was so beautiful and he wondered how he could have resisted this before. Her breasts were perfectly round, creamy and soft, her stomach was flat, yet she wasn’t bony. She stayed in her half-sitting position until he came and lay on top of her, making sure he put weight on the floor too, not wanting to crush her. While he kissed her, his hands slid down, skimming past her breasts making her moan into his mouth, past her waist and when he reached her belt, he unbuckled it slowly, then pulling her pants down. The hair on her pussy was already damp and he cupped it lightly, making her arch her hips, trying to increase the contact. He broke the kiss and moved down to blow air on her arousal. She writhed in wonderful agony as he kissed her thighs, slowly moving back and forth until his tongue hit the right spot and she cried out, wanting more. But he left her pussy, moving up to kiss her on the mouth again. She accepted his kiss, but then impatiently pulled her legs around him, trying to make him go back to what he was doing.
“Beka,” Tyr mumbled, half into her mouth, “you constantly seem to forget I’m in charge don’t you? Just do what I tell you.” Beka shuddered, but complied and tried desperately to relax. It wasn’t working very well and in a few moments, her whole body was shaking with unfulfilled needs. Tyr’s eyes twinkled as he took mercy in her and moved down to lick her aching womanhood. Beka all but screamed as her first orgasm ripped through her and she gripped Tyr’s braids, pulling him up to kiss her. She could feel he was painfully hard now, and suddenly not so demanding to be in charge anymore. She wrapped her legs around his waist, silently begging him to enter. He stroke his arousal against her leg for a moment, before suddenly plunging into her and she gave a gasp at the size, it was almost painful. He stopped for a moment.
“Beka, am I hurting you?” he asked concerned. Beka just shook her head, urging him to continue. He wasn’t late to follow her and he started to move inside her, at first small, slow strokes but as he saw she was enjoying it, he moved faster until he almost pulled out and then slammed back into her. Beka arched her back, trying to force him deeper inside her, and he was willingly obedient. After a while, Beka’s vaginal walls clenched around Tyr and she screamed out in her orgasm. Her screaming set her off and he roared out his pleasure and then rolled off of her, knowing he would be too heavy to stay on top.
“Wow Tyr,” Beka said in a husky voice, “these lessons of yours...I didn’t know you were a teacher.” Tyr laughed slightly.
“Only for some...very resistant women. Especially blonde, beautiful freighter captains. I often find that they are very much in need of a lesson.” Beka grinned.
“You know, I don’t think I’m obedient yet. I think I need another lesson.” Tyr grinned along with her.
“You do? Would you care to move this lesson to the Maru perhaps?” Suddenly Andromeda’s hologram appeared.
“Yes I think that would be appropriate. And please clean up your clothes and...other things before you leave,” she said, looking at the juices that had escaped both their bodies. When she had disappeared, Tyr and Beka looked at each other and started to laugh. They had a feeling this was only the first of many, many lessons.