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Disclaimer: I do not own “V” (2009). None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

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TITLE: Duties
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: V (2009)
SHIP: Lisa / Tyler
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 1 & 2. Lisa really did perform her duties admirably, but how much of a duty was it really?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own “V” (2009). None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. Take a minute, review and tell me what you think. It really will be much appreciated. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
Things were just so confusing. She was trying to be the person she wanted to be, to be the person Joshua said she could be, but how could she? "How can I, when I still want to do some of the things my mother's grand scheme requires?" Lisa wondered as she looked back at Tyler as she led him into her chambers and he flashed her a shy, dimpled smile. He had started off as nothing more than a mission that was the fruit of plans put in place before she was even spawned. She was there to seduce him and to mate with him, simple orders to follow even if she wasn't actually sure of the reasons, or so she had believed. But, then she'd met Tyler and things had become complicated. He made her feel things, things she hadn't felt before. Her mother's words echoed in her mind: "Do your duties, all of them."
She wanted to, but she didn't quite think of them as duties. She wanted to be with Tyler to have him kiss her and touch her and be inside her, but she was becoming aware of just how dark the consequences might be. But, what choice did she have, here on the ship, her mother was certainly watching and a misstep would have just as dire consequences. She didn't know if it was her indecision or the fact that her mother was watching that made her slow to face him, but she turned to do so.
Despite the situation, she couldn't stop a small smile from curving her lips as she looked at his dimpled cheeks and bright, if concerned eyes. He looked very dashing in his new pilot's uniform. "With, everything going on, my mother wouldn't let me contact anyone. I wanted to, but..." she explained the four day gap in communication between them and saw some the concern fade from his eyes and his shy smile broaden. " I've been... I thought you didn't want to be with me anymore." Tyler admitted with a sheepish duck of his head and she felt a strange flutter in her heart and stomach. Human emotions were tricky. How did one tell the difference between love and desire, or we're they the same thing?
She'd been very apprehensive that first time. She taken them up into orbit on a shuttle for privacy, determined to do her mother's bidding. Again, it had sounded so simple, a physical, biological act, which she was surprised to find, had what seemed like infinite variations and permutations and all of it documented rather graphically on Earth's world wide web. Lisa found kissing him to be a little strange at first, there was no real equivalent in V society, but it did stir things inside her and she could feel his reaction to it press against her as they did it. She new there was more to it now. At, her mother's command she'd kissed someone else and it... It hadn't felt the same. It hadn't felt right. Feelings were slowly driving her insane. "Could my mother be right? At least about the dangers of human emotions?" she wondered.
She had thought Tyler's kiss was exciting, but as their relationship had developed and even before her mother's urgings, she had felt there was more. He seemed hesitant, often being the one to break away when it seemed their passionate make out sessions started to get more physical. She liked the electric charge of his body pressing against hers and she could feel his arousal bulging in his pants and the scent of it rolling off him, but he would always stop before things went further than light petting. Her body seemed to react faster and more intensely. It had felt strange at first as her skin grew hot and tingly, her nipples stiff and her sex becoming wet while it twisted and rubbed against itself with a growing sense of anticipation, but she started to crave it.
Her frustration had made her almost glad of her mother's directive to develop the physical side of their relationship further and gave her the courage to overcome her nervousness and go with her desire and urging him to be bolder. They had been alone at his home on the sofa, kissing until they were both breathless, hands roaming, but not venturing anywhere truly intimate. She felt him start to retreat as clearly as she felt his desire to keep going. She bit her lower lip for a moment and then swallowing heavily before she unzipped the front of her top and pulled it open. She saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop as she shrugged the top off leaving her in her bra and jeans.
She took his hand and her breath shuddered as she molded it over her lace-clad breast. "I want this." She told him softly, simply and he smiled at her in that bright, but somehow shy way that made her stomach flutter. "Okay." He agreed and her breath hitched as he squeezed her breast and a spark of delight arched into her chest as her nipple scraped against the lace of her brassier under the heat and pressure of his hand. She shifted back on then sofa, stretching out on it and he followed her, so that they were lying on their sides, legs tangled so that they were slowly grinding against each other as they resumed kissing and he fondled her breast with growing confidence.
She thought his kiss has excited her, but now his touch, the weight of him on top of her and the promise of more had her body humming with desire. Heat rippled along her skin and flared where they touched. She managed to get her hands under his t-shirt feeling the hard muscles on his back flex under his warm, sumptuous skin. Her centre clenched and twisted, both tense and liquid at the same time, pulsing in sync with the hot throb of his erection as it pressed through the double layer of denim that separated it from her. The lace of her bra was suddenly unbearably rough as she pressed her breast into his squeezing, flexing hand. His lips and tongue were also bolder, joined with hers and as they explored her neck, shoulders and lower.
Lisa moaned, a low breathy sound as his lips skimmed the skin of her chest and then again as his tongue wetly slithered down between her cleavage and her hand fisted in his soft, dark hair. She started to breathlessly tell him to take off her brassier, that the clasp was in front when he froze and lifted his head they heard his mother's vehicle pulling into the drive. Desire turned to panic that had her heart in her throat as they scrambled to make themselves look presentable. Somehow, the panic added to the exhilaration and they grinned at each other conspiratorially as she zipped up her top and he turned up the television. She still felt flushed and her arousal still rolled through core, her skin tingly. She scooted a little further away from him just before Erica Evans came through the door, but she wasn't sure how much they were fooling the FBI agent as she flashed Lisa a speculative, but amused smile before greeting them.
Lisa had vowed then to find them somewhere more private where they would not be disturbed. Her libido had been awakened in a way she could barely understand, let alone deny. Her mother wanted more and she wanted more and if she went down that path she did not want any interruptions. That was how they eventually ended up alone in a shuttle she had commandeered, orbiting the blue green ball that was his home and her mother's focus. She had lived in space for more than half her life, but it was the first time being in it made her stomach flip and she didn't know if it was her growing excitement or apprehension as with hesitant hands they undressed each other. She knew what she wanted, she knew the mechanics and biology of it all, but at the same time she had no idea what to expect in the moment. It was both thrilling and down right scary.
Lisa found herself drinking in the hard, smooth, masculine plains of his body as they stood mere inches apart in nothing but their underwear. They shared a shy smile, yet neither was quite able to hold the others eyes. She liked the way his cool, blue eyes heated as they raked over her as they had slowly undressed each other and helped the desire trump the apprehension. Her skin was prickly and her nipples pressed into the cups of her simple brassier as they elongated and stiffened. She could smell his masculine scent on the sterilized air in the cabin and she fleetingly wondered if he could smell her arousal too as her core contracted and she flooded hot and wet. Her sense of smell was so much more acute than his.
But, he seemed to know what she was feeling as he reached out tentatively and caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers and she felt the effect shiver down her spine. She leaned toward him and he met her half way to press his lips to hers. She couldn't stifle the soft moan that slipped out of her throat as he gathered her to him, one of his hands weaving into her hair to cup, cradle and tilt her head as he deepened the kiss while the other curled around her back to pull her body against his. She could feel the vitality of his body and the throbbing heat of his erection pressing against her belly and little, sizzling sparks ricocheted into her chest as her breasts flattened against his chest and her stiff nipples pressed back and chafed against the cups of her brassier as they shifted together.
Their kiss heated, nipping and sucking and licking until their lips locked and their tongues wrestled. Lisa slid her hands from his shoulders and let them glide down his back and with only the slightest hesitation; she wormed her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his ass. He groaned and his lips vibrated against hers and a moment later she echoed him as his hand slid lower and fondled each of her lace-clad ass cheeks in turn and she ground herself against him. She used her grip on his behind to two-step them towards one of the spacious couches.
She frowned when his hand left her ass to trace its way back up her back. She liked the way it felt, but she liked it better on her bottom. Her frown vanished and she smiled against his lips as his intent became clear as he fumbled at the clasp of her bra. He didn't stop kissing her, but his intensity waned as he was forced to divide his attention. She tried to help, but she couldn't stop kneading his ass or stop her hips from circling to grind against his erection where it strained against his boxers. He got it on his third try and she wasn't sure whether she sighed because of the release of pressure or the renewed vigor and passion of his kiss. She shrugged to help him as he gently slid the straps off the curves of her shoulders and the undergarment dropped to the floor.
She let Tyler bow her over the couch and then lower her to it. "Damn, you're beautiful." he told her with awe and appreciation in his tone and she found herself lowering her eyes shyly and smiling coyly. He followed her onto the couch, both of them stretching out on their sides, legs intertwining so that she was grinding on his thigh and the bulge of his erection pressed rhythmically against her flat belly. Her body pulsed with growing desire and every touch sent added, little spikes shooting into her nerves that connected directly to her loins, making her constrict and twist to wring out hot, slippery lubrication. His lips left hers and he nipped and nibbled his way down her jaw line and onto her throat. "You're skin's so smooth and you smell so good." He noted breathily against her skin and she murmured her approval as his lips slid lower.
His fingers caressed the curves of her breast as he explored them, but just skirted the hard nubs of her nipples and puffy areola. She let out a soft gasp when his thumb lightly brushed across her turgid peak and a wild spark jumped into her chest and sharply constricted her sex. It happened again when his tongue and then his lips found and engulfed her nipple, but with greater intensity that arched her back off the couch and pressed her tingling tit flesh into his sucking mouth which in turn added to the intensity and made her shudder. When he raised his head and she looked down her body at him, his expression was a strangely endearing, smoldering mixture of shock, awe and pride at her reaction. She extricated one of her hands from his boxers and slid it up his back and neck until she could bury her fingers in his hair and cup the back of his head to guide him to her other breast. She moaned her appreciation as he latched onto it and nursed, nipped and lapped at it.
She let go of his ass and started to push at his boxers. He lifted his hips and she moved her hand around the waistband and stretched the front to pull it free and down past his erection. Lisa bit her lip as she looked down between them and then gently wrapped her fingers around him and caressed his length. She'd had all the biology lessons, but seeing and then touching his manhood for the first time sent a little electric thrill through her. He groaned and his lips vibrated around her nipple as she explored his slightly curved length, marveling at its smoothness and the hot, virile throb of it against her grip. He murmured her name and nuzzled the skin of her breast as she matched her stroking caress to the slow thrust of his hips.
His hand had come to rest on her flat belly when she'd reached for him and they started to press and rub delicious little circles of warm pressure into her muscles. His fingertips started to explore the skin under the waistband of her panties and she rocked her hips to hurry his exploration along. The crotch of her panties were sodden and the material peeled away from her swollen, throbbing folds reluctantly as he cupped her sex and let his fingers explore the moist depths. Her hips jerked and her breath hitched with a gasp as his fingers slid over the hood of her clit and the sensation caused the little pearl to peak out. She cried out softly before she could trap the sound behind her teeth as two of his long, fingers slid into her and at the same time stimulated her clitoris as he explored her.
They explored and pleasured each other for a little while longer until they were both panting and his dick was slippery with the heavy dollops of lubrication that welled up out of its slit and he sort of shuddered against her each time she traversed his length. Lisa felt the sweet tension of need in every fibre of her being and her sex rippled, flooded and tested his probing digits. They stopped almost simultaneously and he lifted so that his bright eyes found hers. She couldn't stop her teeth from worrying at her lower lip for a moment as he looked at her with undisguised desire, but at the same time a silent, caring query for her permission to go further.
She nodded slowly, giving him that permission, yet not trusting her voice, but then frowned as he extricated his hand from her panties and she groaned in disappointment as her sex clenched against itself instead of his fingers. Her frown deepened further when he rose from the couch and broke all contact with her. She started to protest, a sudden stab of hurt clenching her heart at his apparent rejection, but her words died in her throat as he shucked his boxers down off his thighs and stepped out of them and then with a shy smile, reached for her hips and the waistband of her panties. "Lift." he instructed simply and softly and she smiled back at him as she complied and lifted her behind so that he could peel her panties down.
The temperature in the shuttle was finely controlled, but the air felt wonderfully cool again her heated sex. He let go of her panties and she strangely shivered as his placed his warm hands on her thighs and massaged and caressed her skin as he moved his hands down her legs sliding her underwear down with them. " Damn, you really are beautiful." He breathed, reiterating his earlier observation and she held her arms up to him in invitation. He started to rejoin her on the couch, placing one knee between her legs as she spread them, but then stopped. He frowned and she watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed nervously.
"Errrr... Do I need to... To get protection?" He asked hesitantly. "Protection? The shuttle is perfectly safe." She assured him and was surprised when he chuckled. "No... I mean... I have a... A condom in my wallet." He explained, his eyes dropping away from hers. As, an ambassador, he had been screened for diseases, so she ignored that aspect. "No... No we don't need... Need protection... We're... Our species aren't compatible in that way." She half-lied to assure him and took hold of his shoulders and gently pulled him onto the couch and on top of her. She felt his hot, hard maleness brush against the inside of her thigh as he stretched out between her legs and a little sound slipped from her lips as his chest just brushed across her taut nipples sending fresh sparks into her chest.
Lisa could feel his nervousness and hesitation, but also see the desire in his eyes as he hovered over her. She lightly cupped his cheek and smiled up him reassuringly before she reached down between them. They shared a shuddering breath and she curled her fingers around his girth and he moved forward as she guided him to her entrance. Her eyes widen as she felt a jolt of sensation and barely stopped her hips from bucking when his pointed head slid through her folds and stretched her entrance a little as she wedged him firmly in place. She felt a tremor run through him, as they remained poised like that after she let go of him.
She didn't know what to do with her hands at first, but as the moment stretched out and grew fragile, she realized he required some further impetus from her to continue. Lisa reached around and put her hands on his buttocks. She hesitated for just another moment and then squeezed and pulled him towards her. He thrust at her urging and her breath hitched and she gasped, her back arching and her body tensing as he stretched and filled her. Her shock and discomfort at the intensity of the sensation translated into pleasure as he forged a steady, fiery path of delicious friction through her moist yet resistant, intimate flesh with a heavy groan. He rested his forehead on hers and his breath tickled her lips as he sighed when he found her core and they were one.
Lisa could feel him pulsing against her snug confines as they clenched and twisted to adjust to his welcomed invasion while she tried to process the myriad of sensations and emotions that ran through her as the simple act of their breathing shifted him inside and against her. The clinical lectures she'd received on sex had nothing on what this was and they hadn't even really done anything yet. "Are you okay?" he asked softly and she smiled at his tender concern. "Yes. Are you?" she answered simply and then reciprocated and his smile widen. "Yeah... That... That felt..." he replied. "Amazing." they both whispered almost at the same time.
She wondered if she looked as surprised as he did at their synchronicity and then she giggled. She didn't know why and it felt wildly inappropriate considering, but it just bubbled out of her and then he was chuckling too. Their shared mirth moved them in interesting ways that relaxed the tension between them, yet increased the tension inside her. His lips found hers and her laughter was stifled by his lips and became a breathy moan as he kissed her and started to rock his hips experimentally to shift back and forth inside her. She undulated slowly with him and by slow degrees, they increased their range of motion until his length was driving into and sliding out of her in long, smooth strokes.
He worked one arm under her shoulder and his fingers wormed into her blonde hair to cradle and massage her scalp. His other hand caressed her arm then slid down her side and over her hip until he could grasp and massage her thigh. She clutched at his flexing shoulder and back and flexed her fingers to squeeze his hard ass cheek to urge him on as his pace quickened. She panted, murmured his name and moaned when his lips left her to explore her neck and shoulder. Every nerve was alive with surge and ebb of pleasure derived from their bodies straining together. Perspiration sprang up on their skin, failing to cool it, but adding welcome lubrication as they exerted themselves, pushing and pulling, rocking and rolling, pumping and grinding.
Lisa was strangely acutely aware of the sumptuously soft material of the couch beneath her flexing back and buttocks as her senses were flooded with desire and passion causing sounds of delight to explode from her lips to replace the endearments and encouragements that had been breathily dripping from them to join those from his. She could feel a delicious tension and pulsing energy growing at her centre, fed by the journey of his virile manhood into her core and the electric zip and zap of her stiff nipples grazing his chest, the wet heat and pressure of his lapping, swirling tongue and sucking lips. Those lips ventured back to hers for a short, but hungry and passionate kiss. He broke it with a groan and as her eyes fluttered open she could see strain on his face. She felt a shudder run through him and his rhythm started to falter.
Tyler thrust hard, one more time and then let out a strangled cry as his hips pumped furiously, his body shaking as she felt him expand against her channel and added heavy spurts of liquid heat into her already molten centre. His tensed and arched away from hers, his neck chorded, his head thrown back, his fingers pressing into her skin at her shoulder and other thigh as he climaxed and poured his essence into her. The tension in her loins flared in response and her sex clenched, flexed and twisted around his pulsing, adamantine length as he ground against her with blasts of pleasure, but as good as it felt, she still had the feeling that their should be more. She bucked and rolled her hips almost desperately up against his in search of it, panting, moaning and mewling while clutching and pulling at him, not sure what she wanted or how to get it, yet knowing that she needed it.
She was running on instinct and still trying to satisfy a need she couldn't quite understand when with a deep, labored groan, almost as if of pain, he all but collapsed on top of her. She was a wash of emotions, elated and proud with what they'd done and what she had experienced, yet also melancholy with a sense of loss. It was strange and conflicting to feel both satisfied and unfulfilled at the same time. He started to rise, but she liked his solid, warm sweaty weight on hers, his skin pressing against hers as they caught their collective breaths, so she tightened her arms and legs around him to hold him in place and he relaxed once more.
She stroked his hair and back slowly and idly as she tried to sort through her tangle of thoughts and emotions. Lisa could still feel him inside her and her sex clenched with a little buzz of pleasure each time he shifted with the rise and fall if his chest against hers as he caught his breath. Drops of perspiration polled and joined to form little rivulets that tickled her skin before the evaporated. She fleeting wondered what the environmental computer of the shuttle made of the reading it was taking or what the technicians who were surely monitoring them on the mother ship thought, but dismissed it, her thoughts returning to Tyler and what they had done.
She couldn't stop smiling, because although things were a little confusing, she knew she liked it and was glad she had done it with Tyler. He murmured her name and nuzzled the side of her neck before lifting his head. "Sorry." He apologized quietly, his words at odds with the broad smile on his face and she frowned in response. "I know that was too quick, but it just felt so good and then... And... And you didn't... Errrr, finish did you?" He explained, some of the brightness fading from his smile before he ducked his head and his sweat-damp hair hid his eye, and despite the intimacy they had and were still sharing, she saw him blush.
"Finish?" She wondered, having an inkling as to what he might mean, but not understanding his phrasing because she had stopped when he had. "I... I lost it and climaxed before you could. "You have nothing to apologize for, that was wonderful and I'm sure we'll get better at it with practice." She smiled at him and cupped his cheek to bring his eyes back to hers. "Practice? You want to do this again?" It was his turn to query and she felt his deflating maleness twitch even as it continued its retreat. She couldn't stop herself from squirming in response. "Maybe not right now, Tyler, but we will definitely be doing this again." She promised him sincerely and whole-heartedly before she tilted his head so that her lips could find his for a soft, slow, but deep kiss that he returned with matched passion.
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