Decisions, Decisions

Disclaimer: All licensing and trademark rights belong to Tribune Entertainment and MBR Productions. I do not own or profit from Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda. Nor am I connected to it in any way -besides being a fan; if I had been there would have been many scenes of Rhade shirtless...Many

There is no storyline, but instead of saying it's a PWP, I like to think of it as "character development"- yeah that's my theory and I'm sticking to it! I planned to do only two chapters but my great readers who reviewed gave me the idea for chapter 2 and chapter 3 just evoled- I really didn't mean for everyone to wait this long. There is a short Chapter 5 planned to finish this as I am limited for space - I write using 'notepad'(crappy computer) hope you all like this (I know I enjoyed writing it) :)

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Chapter 4

' Never let anyone catch you with your pants down' had been one of the many gems of good advice Ignatius Valentine had passed down to his daughter. 'Well', thougth Beka sourly he should have added 'never let anyone catch you with your hand down your pants' either. Especially when that 'anyone' is the object of all your fanasties and standing a few meters away. And he just caught you masterbating while you were thinking of him; and he knows that you were thinking of him. Beka knew she was turning the air blue around her with the cursing that was spitting out of her mouth but it was better then just sitting poleaxed and just wishing she could tezeract away. But Beka realized she could not disappear and neither would this situation. It would have to be decided now and without any of the careful deliberation she had planned. 'Well' she mused 'when had pondering a problem really helped me.'

She stared out of the clear blast sheild at the Nietzschean who was returning her gaze so intensely. They had both been dancing around this for awhile, until things had changed between them, and now his constant pursuit and her advoidance had been draining. She didn't like the sensation of running and hated thinking herself a coward. She prided herself on being daring and reckless and here she was hiding in her ship afraid of one little Nietzschean. Okay, she admitted, one overwelming mucscled male reeking of sinful sex appeal and danger to her self-control. But Telemachus Rhade was still a man and she had many relationships in the past and survived them all- some with a bruised heart; others with pleasant memories. But she felt this man would ask- no demand- so much more from her and that Rhade didn't want a casual relationship but desired to consume her -body and soul. And that frightened her; not that they would break up and she would lose him, but if they were apart, she would lose a piece of herself. While she battled internally her eyes could not help but to record and transmit to her already befuddled brain the image standing such a short distance away. Rhade was so darkly handsome and now seemed surrounded with an aura of danger and determination that left her breathless. His sable hair brushed his shoulders and she wondered how soft it would feel between her fingers or how thick while clenched in her fists. Those shoulders so broad with muscles flowing down his arms to very -she hoped- talented strong hands. Hands, she feared, that had no intention of ever letting her go. His hands were in tight fists near taunt thighs loving encased in leather pants. Beka wondered if herbivores galaxy wide willing fell over dead in the hopes of sheathing all that raw masculinity. She tore her heated gaze from those braced thighs to sweep upwards to slim hard hips and a concave belly panting shallowly under her perusal. Over muscles she couldn't name but ached to explored to rest with fastination on the copper disks of his nipples peeking at her through that excuse of a shirt.

Back to his eyes. Rhade's gaze was hungry and burned Beka deep inside to a gathering warmth that pooled between her legs. Her forgotten fingers were still buried inside her core and new wetness dampened them. When she had looked at him it had been a huge act of willpower and self- preservation that Beka had avoided gazing at his groin. She knew what she would find; she had snuck frequent sideways peeks while on Command Deck. Rhade had seemed unconcerned of his evident arousal around her. She had found that flattering and nerve wracking. Beka knew his erection would be hard, long, thick and straining against the confines of his trousers. And she realized that no matter how many times she filled herself with her fingers or some toy she had stashed away it would not begin to ease the emptyness inside her. Rhade stepped forward and one fist unfurled to reach up and touch the Maru. Beka wanted that hand to be on her skin; not the cold metal of her ship and in true crazy Valentine fashion made her decision. A very sultry smile curved her lips as she slowly withdrew her fingers from her damp curls and raised them to her mouth and licked them clean. She saw his lips draw back to a soundless snarl and knew that this powerful warrior was just as helpless to the desire that bound them together.

With one last swirl of her tongue she lifted her glistening fingers to above her head. Letting her back arch and her smooth bare belly rise she reached for the outer door release latch. Rhade had spent many hours flying the Maru, so instantly he realized what control she was pressing. Quickly for one so large, the Nietzschean disappeared from Beka's sight, heading for the main hatch. Giggling, Beka dropped her slow sexy act and leaped from the pilot's chair only to stumble and almost land flat on her face. Catching herself with her arms she thrashed and struggled with her tangled trousers that had bunched around her knees. Flopping to her back she tugged on the quick-release of her boots and kicked them and her stubborn snug pants off as she heard a pissed off Rhade pounding on the still closed inner hatch doors. Skidding on the slick metal floor she raced to the door control panel. Beka swiftly adopted a sexy languid pose as the panels slowly slid open to reveal a glowering Telemachus. When the panels were almost completely open Beka halted them with a flick of a button and stretched her arms across the doorway. She felt the fire of his gaze as he looked at her revealed to him. A short thin black top hugged her upraised breasts and bared her ribs and stomache to his view. A tiny triangle of matching black hid her damp curls from his hungry eyes. As she widened her legs slighly she saw his nostrils flare and knew he was smelling her arousal and recent release. She arched as she felt his eyes sweep the length of her long pale legs and imagined how wonderful it would feel to finally wrap them around his ... Beka frowned as she spied his firm lips twitching and glancing down she remembered her socks. Fuzzy, with pink and purple stripes, they had been a gift from Trance years ago.

Not liking the turn her seduction scene was heading, after all she had been fantasing for a long time about this moment, Beka decided to recapture Rhade's attention. In a low throaty tone she reminded him "Aren't you going to ask for permission to come aboard?"

Immediately Rhade's dark eyes narrowed and snapped back to glare into hers.
"Beka" he growled harshly, the low vibration of warning throbbing through her veins.
Riding a thrill more potent than any slipstream, she continued as if he had not interrupted.
"And perhaps you had better ask nicely" she teased.

He just stared back in reply. The Nietzschean's muscles tensed and then stilled and Beka sensed the powerful body preparing to pounce like the predator he truly was. Shivering in the sudden silence she wondered if her 'teasing the tiger ' game was going to violently backfire. A tremor rippled over her and she felt her scalp tighten as tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose and goose bumps washed over her waiting body. Beka saw a small hard smile curve the corners of his tempting mouth as he inhaled deeply. She guessed Rhade could smell her nervousness mixing with her arousal but she continued to stare back and not relax her reckless defiant pose. Suddenly, in a movement so swift and smooth her mind barely registered it, he uncoiled and rushed her. She only had time for a startled squeak before she felt his hard grip capturing her hips. Beka felt the rough hands on her smooth skin but stared out at the empty space Rhade had inhabited just a micro-second before. Confused, until she felt the hungry mouth burrowing into her fabric shielded core. The flimsy material was no barrier against the warmth of Rhade's devouring mouth and the nips of his teeth. Shuddering she glanced down as his silky sable hair tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs while his beard gently rasped against her. Rhade's dark glittering gaze locked with her overwhelmed one as he worked his jaws against her soft flesh.

"Damn" she gasped, "this way passes 'nicely'"

Beka realized she had been a over-confident fool to think she could control this encounter. The Nietzschean might have let her get away with that Matriarch crap but now that his frustrations were freed he would fight to be dominant, at least their first time together. Breathless, she
decided to herself that she would go along on this wild ride. Gripping the door opening she braced herself and tucked her chin to her chest to watch him. Rhade's hands slid to her weak knees and firmly urged them wider. Her silly socks sliding on the metal, she was relieved to be able to wedge them against the door edge. His calloused palms slowly returned to her hips and continued upwards. With a slight twist of his arms she felt the gentle scrape of his fully erect boneblades rubbing her hips as his fingertips explored the taunt skin covering her ribs. Beka heard a muffled truimph growl and felt determined teeth grasp and pull the severed pieces of material from her body to drop to the floor. She concluded that he had resourcefully used the edges of his blades to cut off her panties before all thought fled under the sensations of his tongue stroking over her bared flesh. Insistantly his agile tongue traced and licked her soft folds then probed the hard nub hidden in them. Rising on her tiptoes she sought to escape his exploration and give herself a moment to regain some of her self-control. A rumbling growl vibrated against her aching core and a forceful grip surrounded her waist and pulled her hard onto a relentless mouth. She felt the powerful puffs of warm air through her damp curls as he breathed and drew her scent deep into his lungs. Heated wetness discovered her leaking opening and thrust inside to scoop out the moisture found there. Determined hands moved her back and forth as Rhade fucked her with his tongue and Beka wanted more. She wasn't going to get it unless Telemachus agreed and he seemed to be concentrating at having her ride his face and make those whimpers. Noises, Beka finally admitted to herself, she was helplessly uttering with every movement of his jaw. The rasp of his beard and stubble against her soft skin was unbearably erotic and caused shivers to shake her body. Rhade moved one of her thighs over his shoulder and opened her further to his decadent invasion and Beka knew she would explode at any moment.

"Telemach... Telema....Rhade!!" she gritted out as she weakly tugged his hair.

Heavy lidded eyes lifted and with relief she felt his tongue still and the soft slurping stop.
His gaze silently questioned her as an unhappy growl trummed her overly sensitive flesh.

"I want the first time I come for you ..." she paused to catch her breath and thankfully the growling lessened as he focused on what she was trying to say. " To be with you inside me...please" she added hopefully. "And not in a doorway. " she hurriedly concluded.

There was a long moment as he studied her with his nose buried in her trimmed thatch and his warm breath sneaking inside her as he slightly withdrew his wicked mouth to pant against her.

"Okay" was his soft normal sounding agreement- as if he hadn't pinned her in place and relentlessly devoured her poor pussy. A pussy that was now missing the heated wet pressure of his mouth. Beka would had danced a little victory jig if she could move. She refused to admit to anyone, including herself, that the only thing keeping her from collapsing into a puddle was Rhade's firm grasp. She saw Rhade peer suspiciously over his shoulder at Andromeda's empty hanger bay as she tried to regulate her breathing, blood pressure, heartbeat etc. Beka thought it was time she regained a little control of this situation. He lowered her leg and shifted slightly to the side as she opened her mouth to suggest they go inside. Both of her hands had lowered and were playing in his hair as he suddenly surged upwards and, with a casual hitch and a grunt, tossed her over one shoulder. The air in her lungs whooshed out and her hands scrabbled to find purchase in her abrupt upside-down world. All her searching touch found was smooth leather and flexing muscles as his long strides clumped over the metal floor grating. Beka heard the Maru's doors close as she admired the scenery she was treated to close up. Firm ass cheeks and thighs sheathed in supple leather that molded to muscles that were tempting Beka. Beka acknowledged she was weak as her hands stroked and squeezed everything that was in reach. Rhade's stride faltered and low guttural groans reached Beka's pleased ears.

'Payback's fun' she thought gleefully. Beka was so happy at her chance to inflict some sexual torment that she decided to not protest Rhade's neanderthal behavior. The whole caveman thing had been very unnecessary. She could easily have walked, she convinced herself and her jelly-like legs that were dangling in front of that beautiful Nietzschean chest. A sharp slap reminded her of who thought he was in charge, but as Rhade paused in front of her cabin door, he spread his legs slightly for her. She let her nails rake the thin supple leather and felt him twitch under her roving hands as she eagerly reached between his thighs to explore this new region. Her long nimble fingers traced the outline of his balls and caused him to shudder. He fumbled entering the door code and had to try again before he was successful. A distracted Beka realized the significance of this. No one was allowed in her private refuge. Often, when only a few people were onboard, she joined them in the main crew cabin but did not invite them in her tiny captain's cabin. That Rhade knew her private code was discerning and exciting.

With an easy shift of rippling muscles, Rhade gently threw her on the bed. Bouncing slightly she watched with avid eyes as he peeled off his top. Acres of hard tanned skin was totally bared for her viewing pleasure. Quickly she followed his example and seized his full attention. She felt a flush spread as the heat of his voracious stare burned her exposed breasts. Reveling in the shift of power she leaned back on her elbows and wantonly splayed her legs. Rhade was standing at the foot of her bed and her tiny cabin seemed miniscule now that it contained a large aroused Nietzschean. Rhade slowly unbuckled his weaponbelt and laid it on a nearby chair, never taking his eyes from her. He planted his hands on the mattress and crawled towards her, flowing over the footboard in sleek undulation of sinews and tendons. As he slowly stalked her reclining form she felt her illusionary control of their passion dribble away. Panting, she knew if he paused again to taste her feminine core she would pass out, she mentally scrabbled for a distraction. Shaking her hair behind her shoulders Beka urged " Kiss me Telemachus"

"Anything to oblige the lady" he said with a husky chuckle.

"Any lady?" she protested, pouting.

"My lady," he growled fiercely, correcting her as he crouched over her on his hands and knees.

Disturbed by his possessiveness Beka arched up preparing to kiss him. Before she could complete the gesture his hard demanding mouth captured hers. She could faintly taste herself mixed with Rhade's dark and dangerous flavor. His tongue thrust in to tangle with hers as Beka collapsed flat on her back under his sensual assault. The force of his devouring mouth pushed her deep into the pillow as he hovered above her. He wasn't pressed against her but she felt her skin absorbing the heat rolling off his body as the warmth wrapped around her. No longer propped on her elbows Beka hands were free to finally explore the taunting expanse of Telemachus's chest. Caressing blindly over bulging and flexing skin she felt his guttural groan as his body shuddered a response to her questing fingers. Beka found the flat disks of his masculine nipples and teased them into rigid points. Raking gently with her nails she discovered how sensitive they were as fine tremors coursed his hard form above her. Her palms trailed downwards over ribs and a heaving belly to press against the long length of him still trapped in leather. Deluged by the sensations caused by his hungry mouth, Beka stubbornly continued towards her goal of cupping Rhade's cock in her greedy hands. Her seeking fingers slid over straining leather as she searched vainly for the front fastening. Feeling like an idiot- a ravished aroused idiot- she belatedly remembered the side lacings. Frantic fingers plucked and pulled them to no avail. Admitting defeat she thought with disgust that they were probably the Nietzschean equivalent of Boy Space Scout knots. Wrenching her mouth away from Rhade's ravenous kiss was difficult. Sparing a moment to breathe she was distracted again as the warrior moved on to unclaimed territory. Bites followed by wet heated licks began to trail along her neck downwards as her nails dug into his hips.

'Down bad' Beka thought ' very bad- if he reaches my breasts I will turn into a mindless panting imbecile- more so than I already am.' But Rhade was not easy to deter as she had recently discovered. Desperate tactics were called for she decided ...like begging.

"Telemach... Telema...Rhade please," she coaxed softly in his ear. "Please take your pants off so I can touch you."

Beka felt Rhade's powerful body still and a rumbling purr start. She moved her hand to his silky thick hair and tugged to whisper closer in his ear, " please... Rhade?"

He exhaled in a long-suffering sigh, "Alright" he agreed.

Rearing back to sit on his heels he looked down at her as his hands went to his hips. Beka saw a masculine grin spread across his face as he toyed with the laces. She made sure her expression appeared eager, soft and hopeful. It wasn't faked Beka admitted to herself with an inward groan. She fisted her hands into the pillow and arched her breasts as she let a little whimpering noise escape. At the sound Rhade's eyes darken and glittered and his hands hurriedly yanked on the ties. A short piece of leather lacing broke off into his fist, the other refused to give at all. With a scowl Rhade tore his gaze from her panting arched breasts to concentrate on his unyielding fastenings.

"Are we experiencing technical difficulties?" Beka asked softly as she then bit the inside of her lip to stop the giggle. Another important piece of her father's wisdom 'Never laugh at a man during sex- they will never see the humor in the situation.' She could see the ties were seriously knotted and were not going to give- not even for a pissed off Nietzschean. Uttering a truly menacing snarl, that Beka was relieved was not directed at her, Rhade twisted his body in an odd movement. Beka saw that he was using his boneblades on one arm to sever the leather laces on that side of his pants and then ripped them out.

"Take an easy," she cautioned, " those are my favorite of your pants and I don't know where you can get another pair."

Making an aggravated noise Rhade twisted his torso and worked more carefully on the other side. While he concentrated on the remaining ties the leather drooping open on one side lost the battle against his determined cock straining to escape. She saw the smooth head already glistening with precum force the flap down further as the rest of him emerged. The reality was even better than her fantasies as her eager eyes measured his big, long, thick, big...really big...-whoa hit the aft thrusters and slowly back away- big cock. Beka had been close up and personal with quite a few cocks; after all her motto was ' see it- like it- fuck it', but Rhade's was a little, correction- alot, intimidating. She had believed that it had been a coincidence that so far both of her lovers most endowed in the past were Nietzscheans. Where Rhade might have been bested a tiny bit in length by them he more than compensated in girth. Obviously their scientists had found, isolated and implemented the 'giant cock gene' in their physiology. Beka realised with sudden insight why Nietzschean wives did not object to each other. By passing their husband around they retained the ability to walk. She was unaware that she had been inching away until Rhade questioned in a dangerous tone, "Beka, where do you think you are going?"

"Umm... speaking of 'technical difficulties' that is not going to fit," she informed him with a vague wave at his groin area.

Exasperated Rhade assured her, "It will fit fine"

"Oh is that what you told all your other women...and they believed you?" Beka asked incredulous. "Do you have medical proof?"

Rhade's beard did not hide the flush staining his cheekbones.

"Beka.." he warned with a growl. But Beka noticed it was his unhappy growl, the one she recognized from earlier. It tried to sound mean but wobbled a bit. Tearing her eyes upwards she met his gaze. Rhade's eyes were not fierce and glittering anymore but vulnerable with uncertainty. Beka knew she was capable of many things but hurting this man still waiting was not one of them. Besides, she reasoned to herself, she had survived explosions, attacks by Magog and killer androids, and Dylan's suicidal missions... maybe she should try something really scary- like trusting Telemachus.

"I'm sorry, I'm being silly" she apologized. "I was just a little unprepared...you should have loaned me your instruction manual," Beka joked weakly.

"It wouldn't have helped," he replied, his eyes now laughing at her,"it doesn't come with pictures."

Giggling, Beka laid back and relaxed as Rhade lowered himself to rest some of his weight on her. Bracing on his elbows he began to kiss her again but gently now to further reassure her. That having a flesh-covered steel rod inside her was nothing to worry about but would feel good...very good. His tongue twined and played with hers as he re-explored her mouth. Warm velvet-like skin brushed against her as he lightly rocked his body over hers. Rhade's hard chest with its sprinkling of sable hair rasped her nipples causing them to tighten to almost painful sensitivity. The waves of sensations her body was absorbing swept her nervousness away and she responded with growing excitement. His pants were pushed down out of the way and she felt surrounded by heat and hardness. Each time he rocked the smooth head of Rhade's shaft would press, rub and retreat leaving more and more slick pre-cum behind. She remembered that Nietzscheans were engineered so that their pre-cum was a natural lubricant and felt it mixing with her own juices. Beka sensed Rhade shifting as he braced himself on one elbow. His free hand trailed down her side and over her hip to burrow through her feminine curls. A calloused thumb found and began a circling caress of her clit and she arched her hips. Because of her movement, the next time his body rubbed against her she felt the blunt pressure of him push inside her slightly before withdrawing. Suddenly that wasn't enough. Beka planted her feet flat and when his cock returned she lifted up so he entered her. Beka's hands slid to the small of his back and pressed, urging him to sink deeper. Rhade allowed more of his weight on her and her hips lowered down as she was gently pinned to the mattress. Tearing his mouth from hers Beka heard soft swearing as Rhade worked several inches of his cock inside her. She felt stretched but she craved the sensation of heavy fullness and her hands slid down to grasp his buttocks. Cupping her palms around firm ass cheeks she pulled him closer. Rhade moved back to both elbows and pushed his hips forward to give her more of his pulsing hardness.

He began shallow thrusts that made her impatient. Careful and cautious was not the Valentine way once they committed themselves to an endeavor. With the combination of their fluids Rhade slid easier in and out of her wet warmth and Beka ached to feel his entire length buried within her. She began bucking her hips trying to drive him deeper and grinding up against him to silently demand a hard fierce ride. His massive muscled body physically dominated her slimmer one and Rhade refused to be rushed and continued his slow shallow rhythm. But Beka knew his control was costing him as shudders wracked his body and harsh panting filled the air. Some of that panting was her own and Beka concentrated on a few even breaths before she started whispering in his ear.

"Rhade I want more of you..all of you...I want you to fill me up...and fuck me- fuck me- fuck me!" she chanted as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She bit him hard on his brawny shoulder and knew the strength of it would leave behind a serious mark. That seemed to be the signal he was waiting for and he finally sunk all the way to the hilt in her pussy. Withdrawing he started thrusting with more force and Beka felt her orgasm begin to build. She writhed against him experiencing the friction of their flesh as her excitement swelled. Her body seemed to throb with burning need and she matched his rhythm as she began to race towards fulfillment. She felt the tight stretch of her inner muscles as they conformed around his width, how they clasped his cock greedily with every inward surge and were reluctant to release him. She felt an electric fluttering deep inside as Rhade shifted, causing his cock to rub along her clit. Throwing back her head she braced herself as waves of sensation rushed through her.

"Telem..Te.." she gave up and began sobbing a mantra of "Rhade-Rhade-Rhade."

Her inner flesh clenched his cock deep as her climax shuddered through her body. Feeling her release Rhade seemed to slip the leash of his self-control. She heard a scuffing sound and when his body began thrusting with more power she guessed he had gained leverage by bracing his feet on the footboard. Beka might have been concerned at the increased force if she hadn't been surfing the waves in 'wonderland'. Her relaxed body easily accepted his surges as he pumped harder and deeper into her welcoming warmth. Feeling tiny tremors still coursing through her body Beka could now concentrate on her lover as he labored above her. His eyes half closed and heavy lidded, the expression on his face almost feral and his lips curled in a silent snarl. She wanted him to lose total control like she had. Even though her body's needs had been satisfied her cunt still wanted his hot seed pulsing through her.

"Rhade come for me ...come inside of me..I still ache for all of you..." Beka beseeched him.

Rhade's gaze glittered darkly and a deep rumbling growl issued from his throat. His thrusts became harder and shorter, savage digs deep in her slick channel. Beka loved the sensation of his scrotum slapping against her as he slammed into her body. After a violent shudder followed by several sharp jerking surges, Beka felt his release. As he splashed her inner core with a burning wetness he was calling out harshly above her. Long moments passed and Rhade's sated body finally relaxed against hers. Her legs unlocked their death grip from his waist and slid to rest between his still braced legs to curl around his trembling thighs. He was still propped on his elbows but most of his weight bore down on her and she relished his heaviness. Beka palms stroked his shoulders and felt his heaving belly lightly slap and stick in a shallow rhythm against her own still calming one. She felt him start to withdraw and tightened around him; her arms, legs and inner muscles and wrenched what suspiciously sounded like a whimper from him.

"Let's roll to our sides" she suggested. "I don't want you to leave me yet"

"Beka, I'm not going anywhere " was Rhade's reply as he complied with her idea and carefully turned them, still staying inside her.

Snuggled close, with their damp bodies still clinging while they cooled, Beka believed him. And that frightened her. She thought over his reaction as he climaxed. Some men chanted a name and it was nice when they got it right and it was her's, others got religion and called out to the Divine or did the opposite and cussed. Rhade however just growled one word over and over-

"Mine...Mine ...Mine"

All her life people had never stayed around long. Her family, lovers and even her crew had came and went. The only constant had been the Eurka Maru...and now a Nietzschean. A bossy, arrogant, dominant Alpha male one. She foresaw many problems ahead but before she could begin to dwell on them the Nietzschean in her thoughts stirred. Hair roughen muscles rippled against her and she breathed in his musky scent. His shaft moved within her and she hooked her leg over his hip and drew him closer as she kissed his throat.

'Problems...ah.. but the compensations' Beka considered as Rhade began to purr.


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