"Can I have a look?" Beka asked reaching for the enhanced vision goggles that Tyr had been using. They lay on their stomachs at the mouth of a small cave, overlooking the rocky vista that spread before them.

"You are questioning my vision, which is 50/20 without the enhancement of these goggles. I can assure you that there is no one out there."

She grabbed the goggles from his hands and took a look herself. She switched from infrared to motion detection mode and got the same results.

"Sure looks like there is no one there."

"That is what I said, Captain Valentine. There is no one there."

She smiled.

"At least no one we can see," he added with his own smile.

"But doesn't that mean that Dylan isn't out there either? That means he wasn't able to land to get us off this god forsaken rock."

"We can wait until morning, Beka. It's not that long."

"I hate planets."

"I know, but we're here. Let's just make ourselves comfortable."

Beka placed the goggles on the cave floor on the other side of her from Tyr. He reached over her back to grab them back, hit her pack, and moved his hand back and down, slowly grazing the lower half of her leather clad body.

"Careful there, big guy." She smiled again. He swore she was flirting with him.

"I was just trying to get the goggles back."

"I doubt if you will find any goggles in my back pocket."

He looked back over his shoulder, "Yep, too tight, no room for goggles there."

She brushed her hair out of her face and smiled again, "Suddenly he's a fashion critic, too. I'm sorry, I grabbed the first uniform I could find, we did leave in a hurry."

The whole thing didn't make a lot of sense. Dylan had given them very little time to get ready for this mission, just a few minutes, barely time to get dressed, let alone pack. Once here, there seemed no purpose. There was nothing on this world; that should have been determinable from the ship. Now they were going to have to spend the night here. Beka was not pleased.

"I think we can move a little further into the cave. This planet looks totally uninhabited, I don't think we are going to have to even worry about rodents and insects." Tyr commented.

"What makes you think they would bother me, Tyr. I've been around long enough that little things I can squish don't bother me, it's just the big things like Magog or other less friendly Nietzscheans."

"Ok, my mistake, I am sorry I made such an unfounded assumption. But I suggest that we move back further into the cave so we can activate our light modules without being detected."

"So what ever isn't out there that we can't see and doesn't move won't be able to see us, right?"

"Right."

The Nietzschean opened his backpack and extracted a High Guard issue light module, snapping it between his fingers. A soft pink light enveloped the room.

"Pink, Tyr. I would have thought you as a yellow or a green."

"I find the pink light is soothing, less garish, and it makes the skin look nicer. I always carry pink light in my pack."

"What?"

"Sorry, I was just observing how the pink light does wonderful things for the skin of a human female."

Beka sat back and unzipped her jacket. Underneath she was wearing a tight white tank top. It was what she was wearing when Dylan called her; she didn't have time to change. She also hadn't had time to put on a bra.

"A little warm, Captain Valentine?"

"Sort of stuffy back here. Not a lot of air circulation." She took a deep breath. All she could smell was essence of Tyr, male sweat in leather, not totally unpleasant. She took a bottle of water out of her backpack and shot it into her mouth. She missed and a little dribbled down her chin.

Tyr stared at her. She wondered if he was going to reach over and wipe it off. Nietzscheans could be such sticklers for manners -- she was fortunate he wasn't Jaguar Pride. He had this unasked question in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of water. Two more bottles. If you need some."

"I have plenty, too. I always keep my pack well stocked, for whatever mission on which I might be sent. I don't forget to pack things, which often happens when you have to leave in a hurry. Like you obviously did, Captain Valentine."

"How do you know?"

"I can tell by the questioning look in your eyes, you are wondering if I have any food."

"How did you know that?"

"Nietzscheans know when needs are going unfulfilled." He smiled softly. "Do you want a protein bar or a fiber bar."

She made a face. "Field rations are your idea of packing. I was expecting endive, cold fillet mignon, and cream horns."

"No such luck, Captain Valentine. Protein or fiber?"

"No energy bars? At least they are ersatz chocolate."

"No." He broke a fiber bar in half and handed it to her. She made a face and began to eat it. It was dry and tasted like the sawdust that was its primary component.

"Delicious, Tyr, and so very soul satisfying." She said sarcastically.

"At least you are not starving." He pouted at her with his soft lips.

They spread out ground cloths and light foam pads on the sand floor of the cave. Neither one of them wanted to sleep. The air hung dank and warm around them.

'What would you do if you were here with Harper?' Beka thought. They would tell jokes, scratch each other's backs, laugh a lot, maybe even share some tales of sexual encounters. 'What would you do if you were here with Dylan?' Probably listen to him tell stories about the High Guard. She placed this situation somewhere in between, except for the fact that she kept having these evil thoughts about Tyr. They were lying head to head on the mats, trying to relax, but both were too nervous to sleep. Periodically Beka would look up and see Tyr staring at her, they would smile, and then both feign indifference. As a test of wills, it looked like a standoff.

"What else do you have in your pack, Mr. Always Prepared Anasazi? Any games, and snacks, anything interesting at all?"

"Now, I am supposed to provide entertainment for you, too. I thought you should be satisfied with the fact that I have enough rations so that you will not starve while we wait for our good Captain Hunt to retrieve us."

"Enough of it Tyr, I'm bored, you're bored. What can we do?"

"Well, unless you want to find some sticks and play tick-tack-toe in the sand, I suggest you try to get some sleep while I go check out the valley below with the night vision goggles."

"Yea, go see if anything else has not breathed or not moved in the last hour."

* * * *

While he was gone she could check out his pack. See what he was hiding from her. She reached her hand inside and pulled out one of his shirts. At least it wasn't chainmail or that funky unraveled stuff; it was a regular man's tank shirt. That would certainly be more comfortable to sleep in than this wretched too tight High Guard uniform she was wearing. She wriggled out of the leather pants and pulled the tank on over her own shirt and panties. At least she could be comfortable.

She continued to dig in the pack, finding tubes of stuff she couldn't identify and a few devices for which she had no clue as to a use. Just as she was about to give up, she found a small metal container that when opened seemed to contain - - 'no it couldn't be.' Chocomints!

She hadn't had Chocomints for years. Small pieces of dark chocolate covered with a thin minty shell. You popped them in your mouth, let them dissolve, and you were in heaven. How could Tyr have not told her? She put two of them in her mouth at once and let them slowly dissolve, then she heard, his footsteps and grabbed two more before throwing the box back into the pack.

"I cannot believe you had the audacity to go into my pack, Captain Valentine." The shirt was a dead give away.

"I was hot, I was bored, and I can't believe you hid Chocomints from me."

Tyr's look of anger turned to one of puzzlement. "Chocomints?"

"You know Tyr, don't give me that, little candies, white and pink shell, very, very good."

Now it was concern. "Beka, please tell me you didn't eat them."

"Sure I did. I love Chocomints."

"They weren't Chocomints."

"What were they? I sure hope the weren't laxatives?"

"I wish they were."

"What were they, Tyr? You have to tell me."

"I'm not sure, how to tell you, but you know Nietzscheans have arranged . . .matings. Sometimes a man and a woman are deemed genetically suitable and the woman isn't. . . not that this is why I carry them, but . . . sometimes a woman isn't attracted to the man. There are these little 'candies' that were designed to let's say, make the woman feel more interested. I use them because they also make sex a lot more fun, one of these and a woman will give me a night both of us will remember for a long, long time."

As he said this he watched the look on Beka's face. It was clear that she had ingested several thinking they were candy. He had not idea what the effect would be on a human woman.

"Tyr, tell me one thing? Has a woman ever eaten four of them at one time?" She had a glint in her eyes that indicated that the drugs in the chocolate had already taken effect. He walked over to her and put his large hand on her blond head.

"Not that I am aware, now what I am going to have to do with you, Captain Valentine?"

Beka, stretched, then flopped down on her back on the mat. She stared up at the large man standing over her and grinned with a broad grin. "I guess you are just going to have to fuck me, Tyr Anasazi.

"You know, I've never had sex with a human woman before, Beka."

"And I've never fucked a Nietzschean, so it is going to be a night of firsts for us. Hey we're both virgins, this could be fun."

"Was it fun when you lost your virginity, Captain Valentine?"

"Hell, no, I got fucked by some friend of my father's who was too drunk to know I wasn't a hooker, but this time, Tyr, I think it is going to be different."

* * * * * *

She was too turned on to even watch while he removed his clothing and moved his portion of the mat so that it overlapped hers side-by-side, which was fortunate because his ordinarily methodical actions would have seemed to take even longer under the influence of the drugs. . While Tyr went through his pack and extracted tubes of lubricant and a few condoms, Beka seemed to be content to lie back with her hand inside her panties.

"Please tell me that you will never reveal the events of this night to anyone, Captain Valentine?

A lesser man than I would just let you suffer through this biochemical torment on your own as punishment for your misdeeds, but honestly, I think it is kind of cute that you want to have sex with me. I've sensed it for a long time, but was never sure . . . " He pulled her hand out of her pants, lay with his body slightly over hers and began to kiss her on the lips. He continued to kiss her on the lips. He probed her mouth with his tongue. He continued . . .

"Well, human women kiss a lot better than Nietzschean women. Or at least you do."

"Thank you, Tyr." She smiled again. He liked the fact that she smiled both with her lips and her eyes. She liked the fact that his lips were large and soft. "I didn't think Nietzscheans were much for foreplay. You know with these wonderful chocolates and procreation being the sole end of a sex act, I assumed you got it over with quite quickly."

"Most, Nietzscheans do, but I can assure you I am not like most Nietzscheans. Since this is my first, and possibly last time, with a human woman, I would like to take my time, if you don't mind."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

He carefully helped her remove both of her shirts and laid her back down on the mat. "I want to touch and taste every square inch of your body. I want to savor the taste of Beka Valentine."

"You sure you didn't eat one of those Chocomints, Tyr?" She grinned. He grinned back and started working his way down her neck to her chest.

"You have a small gold rod through your right nipple, Captain Valentine. I didn't know human women did that."

"A souvenir of a misspent youth, I'm afraid. I guess I should warn you, there might be a few other little surprises awaiting you, Tyr."

"And maybe I should warn you, that there might be a big surprise awaiting you, Captain Valentine."

Tyr was unsure which of the scents he encountered on her body were products of the heat in the cave, the climb up the mountain to its entrance, the excitement of the mission, or the product of her sexual excitement. He enjoyed them all, however. He liked the way she opened her body to him, surrendering her skin to his fingers and mouth. He had not expected Beka to be this open -- her lack of reserve excited him even more.

In the dull pink light of the cave, he was still able to see small illustrations that had been added to enhance the interest of her white skin: a flower on her shoulder, a tiny heart under her left breast, a key next to her navel, which had been pierced a gold hoop with a red stone hanging from a charm, and at the very edge of her panties, another heart with a name so small he could not read it even with his superior vision.

"You certainly had a misspent youth."

"I was a pirate. I liked tattoos. At least they are all small, and in good taste."

"And they taste good." He plunged the tip of his tongue into her navel and spun the charm around of the hoop.

"I see you found my toy. Glad you know what to do with it." He couldn't see her face but he knew she was smiling.

* * * *

"Oh, my god, what are you doing, Captain Valentine." He knew what she was doing, but wondered if she had any idea what it was doing to him. He had been distracted, just for a second as he lowered her panties over her hips, placing his right hand quietly over her crotch to cover the soft blond curls and feel the warmth radiating from within. He hadn't even thought about his left arm that was up at her shoulder. Somehow, she had managed to bend his arm, and was licking the bone blade nearest his hand. No one had ever done that to him before.

She slowly ran her tongue and lips up the top of the appendage, and when she reached the tip, she curled her tongue around it and slowly worked down. The Nietzschean's natural weapon had been transformed into a sexual organ. He could feel a rush of blood, but it wasn't going to his wrists.

He pulled his hand down and used it to move her legs apart, then covered her entire cunt with his mouth. His lips moved gently, exploring a path for his tongue. He was not surprised to find a row of tiny gold hoops piercing the lips of her vagina. There must have been a lot of misspent nights for the daughter of the captain of the Eureka Maru. He was glad that no other Nietzschean had had the opportunity to experience them before him.

Tyr considered himself much more adept at oral sex than most Nietzschean men. It was a secret that Victoria had shared with her young son, before he was actually aware what it meant. She had told him that as it was women who controlled the spread of Nietzschean genes, a man who knew how to please a woman had a better chance of more children. He should carefully notice what brought pleasure to women, so that he would have the chance to pleasure more women. Victoria would have liked the fact that he always brought a woman to orgasm with his mouth before he would breed with her; Victoria would have been more concerned that he actually brought men to orgasm with his mouth just for his own pleasure.

He liked the way that Beka moved as he licked and sucked. She stretched languidly, tensing and relaxing in perfect counterpoint to his movements. He was positive that in her "misspent youth" she had been eaten by the best of men and women, and he wanted to give them some serious competition. There was a spot, however, that when he hit she could no longer hold back. He plunged his tongue into her vagina as it shivered with contractions.

* * * *

For a second, a brief nanosecond, he felt as if Beka was going to relax so deeply that she might fall asleep. He really didn't know the effect of the drugs, designed for a Nietzschean female's biochemistry, on her system. He was aware that if she passed out, it would not be proper for him to fuck her, the night would be over and he would have to take care of his own excitement by himself.

He only had a second to think. He couldn't believe the quickness with which Beka, sat up, pushed him down on the mat, and covered his huge cock with her mouth. It was as if she had been waiting for this chance all night. He grabbed her head with his hands and pushed it down harder. She knew what to do.

She had a move that actually made his cock grow larger. She would place her lips around his shaft and pull it out from his body; sucking and coaxing it to grow. He'd never had a woman do that, usually they shuddered at the sight of his organ.

She took a second to look up at him. "I'm impressed but not afraid. Do you mind if I get on top, I can control the penetration this way."

"We need more women on top, and it is nice to see that Nietzschean sex hormones have done nothing to your need to control, Captain Valentine. Do you need any lube? Do you want a condom?"

"M-m-m a condom would be nice. I didn't know. . ."

He opened a packet and handed it to her. "Don't get it pulled down too far, it could explode."

"This isn't the first time I've done this."

"OK, but it is for me."

"What, you have a whole pile of condoms and you've never used them, then why do you carry them."

Tyr turned his head. "Never know. Always prepared."

"Let's hope they're still good."

"They're fresh, I got them from Dylan."

"Which means they could be anywhere from three months to three hundred years old."

* * * *

She fit on his dick almost as tightly as the condom.

"Once I get used to having something this large stuck inside me, we can try a position that gives you more of a, shall I say, 'range of motion'."

"I'm not hurting you , am I? You should have used the lube."

"Nah, this is fun. I once had sex with a dildo, said to be a model of a South Sea's Tiki god's penis, that was almost this big, but I was drunk at the time. I threw up on the girl who was wearing it."

"Thank you for sharing that with me, Captain Valentine. I'm sure it was a memorable occasion. Now if you don't mind."

"Don't mind at all, Tyr, how about showing me how a Nietzschean Alpha fucks?"

He flipped her over on her back and she thought for a second he was going to use the missionary position. That fear was dispensed quickly, while he pulled his knees up and jumped to his feet, with her still impaled on his cock -- floating in the air.

"This is my absolute favorite position. You can see obviously see now why I don't like to dance. When you have this for comparison, any move you can make dancing pales considerably."

"I can see that. What we need now is some music."

"Maybe next time."

A shudder went up Beka's spine. He was thinking about a next time.

Some women can count the number of men they have made love to on one hand. Others have to use fingers, and toes, and knuckles. Beka Valentine honestly couldn’t remember. She only knew that she had never made love to a man who had floated her through the air. She hung on tightly with her legs and held on to the bone blades on his wrists as they spun around the room.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god. This is like every little girl's dream. She had only now opened her eyes and once again focused on the fact that the man who was giving her this pleasure was not some ugly old troll that her father had brought home or some skinny youth she had picked up in a bar, but one of the most beautiful men in the universe. Even without wings, long flowing hair and a white dress she felt like a fairy princess.

* * * *

"You know I could go on like this all night. But . . .

"You can put me down. I want you to cum in my mouth."

"What?"

"Why not, I came in your mouth. I want to . . . oh my god Tyr, I was going to say something totally tacky like 'I want to feel you shoot your hot load in my throat.' I sound like a fucking porn star, reciting someone's bad lines that some awful writer wrote for me to say."

"Believe me, Beka, I don't think about you that way at all. You are an intelligent and engaging woman. I just never realized how engaging until tonight."

He lay back on the mat and she was -- where in the hell did he find this old cliché -- on him like a dog on a bone. The condom, which he really had never trusted, was discarded and replaced by her warm mouth. He closed his eyes and may have cum sometime before he fell asleep, or at least he dreamed he did. She fell asleep with her head on his crotch, his penis inches from her lips, with cum oozing out of her mouth.

* * * *

Dylan Hunt was mentally prepared for various scenarios with which he would be greeted when he found his crewmembers. He was not prepared for this. He flicked on the light of his force lance and looked around the cave. A naked Beka sleeping peacefully curled between Tyr's thighs. Never. Never. He shook his head and climbed back down the mountain to his landing module and brewed a pot of coffee. He poured himself a cup and sat back, trying to calculate exactly how much time he might let pass to allow his crewmembers to wake up, get dressed, and make themselves presentable. He must have miscalculated, because when he climbed back up to the cave they were fucking again, this time doggy-style with Beka on her knees. He shook his head, retreated, gave them another half-hour and sent a message that he was on his way. He wasn't ready for what he might see on the third trip.

McJude

May 2002
 

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