Through the Looking Glass

Chapter 4: Calm before...

“Act nothing in furious passion. It's putting to sea in a storm.”
-Thomas Fuller, Ancient Earth

Beka groaned as she was shoved hard against a wall.

Oh yes, this was exactly what she needed to forget. And what a guy to forget it with. She couldn’t help her hands from wandering down his body or the pleasant shivers that ran through her at the sensation of pure muscle beneath her. It was times like these where she wouldn’t mind getting all of his clothes off just to see what she was feeling. Her breathing became heavier as he started to bite and nip at her neck as one of his hands slid up her shirt.

Telemachus grinned against her neck as he continued. She wasn’t wearing a bra so it was much easier to tease her how he wanted to. He had briefly thought that he might have started out too rough but she seemed to be enjoying it. He almost laughed out loud as her hands started fumbling with his pants. He took the initiative to help her with his as well as undo hers. Beka felt the cool air as he lowered her pants, she bit her lip moaning as she felt him slide a finger into her depths, probing her walls and moving over her clit.

Telemachus smiled at her disappointed huff as he removed his finger. She was already wet enough for him.

Up against the wall with her pants shoved down around her ankles, Telemachus gripped her knees around his hips and pushed forward.

Beka’s head fell back against the wall as she gasped.
That's it. Telemachus had never been more happier with a decision than he was with taking his red head up on her offer. She was relatively untried and gripped him like a vice. Her tight heat surrounded him as he started to thrust. Beka felt like she was between realities as her orgasm built quicker than it ever had. When she had felt his hand between her thighs she knew she was going to blissfully forget everything in her life for as long as he continued. Her disappointment at his early retreat had long since been replaced by something much better as she felt him push into her.

He was much larger than any of her previous flings and his width thrilled her. He made her feel so full; as he started moving, the friction between their bodies, the sensations she felt, his pelvis crushing against her clit, Beka found herself climaxing. Telemachus felt her tensing around him as liquid heat ran over his length. He slowed his thrusts to let her breathe again. It wouldn't do him any good to keep going and have her pass out on him. He bit her collarbone and moved up her neck to pull her ear into his mouth.

He's still hard... upon coming back to reality that was the first thing Beka noticed and it left her wondering. Did she come to quickly that he couldn't? Or...was she that bad that he couldn't...? Her thoughts were halted when she found Mr. Beautiful's lips pressed against hers. the kiss started slowly but as he slid his tongue into her mouth it quickly became heated.

Tired as she was, Beka returned the kiss with fervour and let out a muffled groan as he started thrusting harder than he had before. The pace he set continued to increase as she felt a familiar tension once again rise in her body. This was what Telemachus had been waiting for, the hot tautness of her inner muscles contracted around him with every thrust. He didn't think it possible for her to feel any tighter, he could feel himself getting close.

Reaching down between them he rolled her clit with his thumb and was rewarded with her throwing her head back once more and rambling incoherently as she came for him again and he followed soon after. Beka panted hard as she clung to his shoulders. She had climaxed twice with his one, she didn't think that were possible until now. Resting her head on his shoulder she breathed him in deep and let herself relax.

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Telemachus groaned as he came down from his release. He couldn't think of a more pleasurable way to entertain himself. Biting the side of her neck he held them up against the wall as he took in her scent.

He had always preferred a willing woman beneath him whereas the others of his Pride could care less if the female were willing or not. He had been called lazy and that putting up with a struggling woman would ruin his manicure, those comments always ended with the other Nietzschean being bruised and battered. He liked his women willing. It was just how he was. The others would pillage and rape as he killed off those who tried to fight them. He found more satisfaction in snapping the neck of a charging adversary than he did from having a screaming and crying woman beneath him.

It was unappealing.

He'd rather their lust than their terrified tears.

He found himself kissing his red head again as he slid out of her. She'd be planet-side when the raid started, probably close to there present location.

Maybe he would find her again during the attack...

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Minutes later, Beka hummed happily to herself as she continued on her way. Her beautiful stranger had left her with a lingering kiss as they went there separate ways. Grinning to herself she couldn't help but recall their time together. He was something else.

Beautiful. Strong. Amazing.

She almost jumped to click her heels together but realized that she might be still a bit too tender for that. His enthusiasm would certainly catch up with her in a while if it hadn't already. Beka was satisfied. And she was going to get all she could out of the feeling before reality set in again and she had to go back to the Maru, back to things she didn't want to think about.

She was feeling so good that it was a complete shock when the sky lit up and chaos erupted around her.