Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => The Midhaven => Topic started by: Cheesigator on March 05, 2017, 09:09:30 pm
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The descent from Haviah to the dark depths of the underground societies found in The Midhaven was always a bit of a difficult journey--mostly because it just took time.
Reva hated leaving her ship up in the planet's capital proper, but she didn't have much choice. She had to go where her clients had agreed to meet her, and that was down in the dank, grimy depths. Coming from Cancer, she didn't really think it was that bad. But she definitely didn't wear her nicest white bodysuit, either.
The black of her sleek catsuit helped her blend in quite nicely in the darkness, and she wore a pair of rather plain arms--the less questions she raised by the denizens of the world above on her way down, the better.
Finally, after what seemed to take way too long with far too much walking involved for a planet so fixated on pleasure, she found herself stepping into the dark streets of The Midhaven. The land of the forgotten--and home of the rebels. She tugged the strap of her backpack back up on the slope where her neck met her shoulders. It'd been a hellish moment passing through security with it--inside were disguised prototypes built specifically for these clients, made to be able to change shape and purpose to nondescript fake hard drives when not in use. At least she knew now that they worked.
It took a solid hour of wandering through the streets full of rubble, trash and the stench of pollution and smog before she found the meeting place, a dimly-lit pub full of ruffians all working toward the same cause--to bring down the government, of course. What else were rebellions for?
Of course they loved the two prototypes she brought along for show and tell, and the forkloads of money they paid her was quite nice as well. Pre-payment for the next ones, and of course, they wanted to test them out.
Specifically designed to nullify the abilities of psychics, they needed to catch the attention of a Pilot, and Reva agreed to do so with a sweeping bow and an evil smirk. All it would likely take was an explosion of unrecorded psychic power, enough to disturb the surrounding area and make the innocent citizens up above worry, which was all too easily something she could do.
She hopped onto a bar stool, leaning against the counter with legs crossed at her knees as she watched the rebels prepare themselves for the inevitable Pilot who would show up to investigate the scene, a few of them bickering. "Why couldn't we have just tried it on you?!" One nervously snapped, and Reva just chuckled.
"Because I made them, and I kind of need my powers to get out of here, Brainiac. Besides, your enemy is the government, not me. You should be excited to try nabbing one of these fuckers."
She had a point but a lot of them were still quite uneasy; one rebel stayed stationed near her with his hand resting on the handle of the gun he had at his hip. If these weapons didn't work and she didn't take care of that Pilot, she'd have questions to answer to. She wasn't worried about that though, had absolutely no reason to be--her prototypes worked. She was eager to see them in action in a real-life environment though, so she sat there with a colorful drink in a dainty glass in her hand, watching the open door with a curious glint in her eyes.
This kind of thing was so much fun.
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It was always odd, visiting family.
Beauregard had finished the quick monthly visit to his family. He'd never understood why they didn't take the offer to go to the upper level, but he supposed, they were rooted in their ways and their home was, well. Their own. He couldn't fault them for not wanting to move. There were more creature comforts higher up but...
He bid his family farewell and made to return to the upper levels when he felt it. Faint, but there. There was no reason for him to be out, but...
'we've had a ping of psychic activity in midhaven, you're the closest so you're going to check it out.'
Even in his head the voice was deep and he could feel it in his chest. A small confirmation thought to Trust and Beau rolled his shoulders and moved towards it. It wouldn't be hard to track. If it was just one psychic it wouldn't be a big deal. If it was a whole platoon of people it wouldn't be a big deal. Of course, getting there was another thing entirely and by the time he'd found the source of the ping Beau was flushed, a little sweaty, his ears were pressed tight to his head and his tail was puffed up in irritation.
What was it?
His eyes adjusted to the dark and he took careful steps.
This is where the power came from.
Beau couldn't help the growl that came from his parted lips, and while he walked, ears twitching at the slightest of sounds. "Hello?" He called, voice echoing. He'd been down here, once, and he was sure it hadn't been through the previous hidey-hole, "Hello? Is everyone okay?" Maybe it was just a bunch of corpses down here.
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They were waiting for quite a while before anything of any particular interest happened. After all, it took a while to work your way down here into the depths, even for a Pilot. And when the Pilot arrived, it was only one. Perfect.
They were all deathly silent where they hid, Reva taking a sip from her drink right as a rebel lurched from their hiding spot, pointed and aimed their gun at the Pilot and fired.
It had as much kickback as a rifle, but it was smaller than the man's forearm; the muzzle kicked back, sleek and metallic black, with a flash of light and a bullet moving so fast it left a trail of dazzling red light glowing in the air in a visible streak mark behind it.
Their aim struck true, the bullet went into the Pilot's shoulder and knocked him down. They were designed to inject the psychic with a small dose of a paralyzing agent, to keep them from putting up too much of a fight while the small chip she designed was inserted directly into the blood stream. It was a small piece of hardware that sent electrical signals to the psychic's body telling it which chemicals to produce, which ones to stop, and other various mechanic functions of the average person--in short, stopping the electrical impulses that were directly related to psychic abilities.
Theoretically, anyways.
Reva was the only person with psychic abilities at their main company's office in Cancer, and she'd only done the most minor of tests on herself due to inconveniencing issues, so it would be interesting to see how well this worked. It could last for days, it could last for years--she'd built it with the concept of years in mind at least, but doubted it would actually get a chance to work that long before the psychic's body found a way to expel it.
She slid from her spot on the stool as everyone left their hiding spots, wandering carefully out to look at the Pilot and see what remained of him. Reva was the first one out the door, trotting over to him, her short kitten heels clicking as she approached him and stopped just a foot out of his reach, lowering herself to sit on her heels as she tilted her head, looking at him curiously.
He was rather handsome. He also had cat ears, and a cat tail. How peculiar. Her bright magenta eyes sparked again with that curiosity and interest and she found herself leaning forward, watching as his lids fluttered and he went out cold.
"He's down." She announced, and there were sighs of relief that came from everyone around as she scooted closer to him, taking his head into her hands and examining him thoughtfully, checking his pulse.
"Is he dead?" Someone asked, and she rolled her eyes, looking over her shoulder at the guy who spoke. "No, just passed out--should last for about an hour or two, while the chip inside that cancels out his powers is implanted and does its work. But exactly what side effects it causes are unknown--so I'll be taking care of this guy."
She gave the Pilot a gentle pat on the head, while the rebels start narrowing their eyes, growing defensive.
"What do you mean, you don't know the effects?"
"I mean I don't know for sure how long he'll be out, or what will happen to him when he wakes up, or how long the anti-psychic chip will work in his system for. So I'm taking him to study him, and then I will relay to you the results, and use them to fine tune the next series so your final shipment is even better than these two prototypes--you can keep those, by the way. But they only have twenty rounds each so use them wisely."
It was begrudgingly and at the reassurance of their leader they finally let her leave, skeptical she'd be able to get anywhere without their help--until she hefted him up like he weighed little more than a sack of flour and carried him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry to the edges of the wasteland.
When there was nobody else around, she laid him gently down on the dirty ground and got to it, straddling his hips as she tapped her left wrist; a screen came up as she used her right index and middle finger to touch his neck, a pinprick drawing a drop of blood that her on-board computer started analyzing to get her data on how everything was doing as she tracked the chip, which had successfully made its way into his blood stream.
She removed her hand from his neck, resting it idly on his chest as she watched her screen with a look that suggested boredom, before her gaze flicked back to him. He still had the bullet in his shoulder, which she was leaving there for now until they got back to her hotel room; there she could bandage him up, apologize for the inconvenience, pay him to keep his mouth shut or convince him he didn't know what he saw, etc. etc.--but first she had to make sure that he would go willingly and accept her help, and not be a raging lunatic about it.
"So I guess now I just play the waiting game until you wake up, Kitty Boy."
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The fuck.
Beau felt like he was encased in fluff.
The last thing he sort of saw was a weird horned girl and then... Nothing. Blank. His head hurt. His arm hurt. His brain hurt. Beau mentally reached out to Trust but... Nothing. His arms were gone.
Beauregard sat up, or he'd tried to. His hands were tied to something and he opened his eyes slowly, pupils growing wide in his moments panic. He was blind too... Not really. It was just dark. Beauregard gasped softly, eyes flickering around the room while his eyes adjusted. Screens? Beeps? Maybe? His head hurt and he felt... Neutered. Mentally. A quick moment to give stock to his bodily bits and he was whole.
For now.
"Release me!"
He roared from the place he was in.
Surely Trust would have sent Pilots out to find him.
His heart hammered in his chest. He couldn't reach Trust. He was blocked off. Trust was gone and for the first time in a long time he didn't have someone else in his head. Beau's ears were flat to his scalp, his hair was a mess and he tried his best to control his breathing. Weird girl with pointed ears. Horns?
"Hello?" He growled out again. He felt so weak. Why did he feel so weak? Beau struggled a little, agitated and angry.
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It was about another hour or so before he finally woke up, and when he started to come to she prepared herself for the worst.
It was just about the worst. Almost there, but not quite. On the one hand, he was screaming at her, on the other, he wasn't moving too much. He probably thought he was moving, but it was more like a pathetic, jelly-like wiggle than anything. It was kind of cute. Would have been cuter if he hadn't just yelled at her.
"Hi, yes, sir I need you to calm down." She spoke, her tone even as her pink gaze, tinted purple by the aqua lights of her blue holographic screens projected from various points in her arms, monitored his vitals and made sure to record everything.
"You were paralyzed by some kind of weapon; I was visiting some acquaintances down here when I saw what happened." Not a lie, just not the whole truth.
She gave him a steady look. "You're a Pilot, right? I need you to talk to me, tell me how you're feeling--try not to move too much, you still have the bullet in your shoulder. I can help you but I need to make sure you've calmed down enough first, okay?"
The panic that was hitting him and making his heartbeat spike so rapidly was definitely hindering her right now; if she could get him to calm down and talk with her, then hopefully the two of them could make their way back up to the surface world like civilized people. Well, a civilized cyborg and a catman with a wounded shoulder. Good enough.
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As he was trained to do, he took in the information carefully and tried to make sense of it. So he was shot. Obviously some sort of paralyzing agent which was why he couldn't really move. But... None of that explained why he felt so... Alone. Is this how non-psychics felt? Beau felt his entire being trying to make up for his lack of extra senses. There was no... The girl by him with the glowy arms may as well not exist, simply for the fact that he couldn't mentally sense her. It frightened him and he'd never felt so blind before, even though his vision was fine.
Beauregard felt terror. His head was out in the open and he hoped to any gods that may or may not exist his dragon didn't catch the 'radio' silence so quickly.
Willing his limbs to move, he started by wiggling his fingers and toes, swallowing carefully before he took a sort of numb arm and propped himself up. So weak. His head fell forward, the long curtain of his black hair falling over his shoulder. His ears were pinned back against his heads when his thoughts had turned dark.
They couldn't get caught. He couldn't get caught.
A brief look to the girl. "I feel like I got shot and we need to move," His voice was husky, "We need to go now, who knows when others will come to investigate." He slowly rolled onto his hands and knees, giving his tail a wave to make sure that was still there. A wiggle. He willed his limbs to move and while they were jello-y and numb he eventually made it to his knees.
"I'm calm," He said softly, looking at the strange woman, "I'm calm and if I can't move shit with my head we need to move quickly." He looked, perhaps a little worried, the ears on his head were still pinned back and he held out a hand, either to be helped up or just for the comfort of touch.
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Once she was assured he wasn't going to do anything crazy, she got off of him and stood by him, ready to catch him if he started to fall as he struggled to sit up. She almost felt a little sorry for him; poor guy didn't even know what hit him.
She offered him her hand, and when he took it she lifted the entirety of him up and helped him to his feet, sliding an arm around his waist to steady him, holding onto him with a strong grip that kept him upright entirely with her own psychic powers.
She reached back, her arm twisting unnaturally to do so, and dug around in her backpack, pulling out a wadded bundle of black cloth and handing it to him. She always traveled with a cloak of some kind, and while it may be short, it had a hood and it would hide the blood on his shoulder as she tossed it over him.
"I've a suite up in the city proper; my powers can keep you off of people's radar for now until we get there." She said, starting off and practically carrying him if necessary. He said they needed to hurry, and she believed him. But she was a little surprised he agreed to go with her as easily as he did. Either he had a trap of some kind set up, or he wasn't exactly the cleanest guy around himself. She had a feeling it was likely the latter.
"My name is Reva, I'm an engineer for the Galley La company on Cancer." She said, trying to maintain conversation so he wouldn't panic too much while she focused most of her attention on helping him move and keeping anyone nearby distracted with her powers, usually by making things move, objects malfunction, little things that seemed natural and harmless.
The trip took a while either way, but the suite she had was in a pretty nice hotel for the level they were on, somewhere between middle and upper class. Once the door was shut behind them and they found themselves in the modern-looking sweet, colored lights slowly changing to every hue of the rainbow, colors reflecting off of the mostly white and minimalist surfaces in the room, Reva snapped her fingers. Several aqua hologram screens appeared in front of them, projected from the lights in her arms; she typed in a few commands and the sounds of mechanical whirring stirred in the empty space of the room; lead panels were slid into place behind the white panels of the wall, shielding them from any outside probing thoughts.
Reva led the Pilot over to the couch, helping him sit down as she took her cloak back and helped him take off his shirt so she could take a look at that wound of his. She was by no means a doctor or medic of any kind, but she knew enough from her own excursions and antics that she'd be able to stitch him up so he looked less like swiss cheese. She dropped her backpack off by the door that led to the bedroom and disappeared inside for a moment, coming back with some thin tongs as she sat next to him on the couch, noting for a brief moment that just because he was a psychic that certainly didn't mean he was a couch potato. He was quite nice to look at, actually. Not that she'd let it distract her though.
"How good are you with pain?" She asked before just going in there willy nilly to pull out the bullet, as she studied him carefully. "The sooner we get this out the better as I'm sure you're well aware."
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The girl was alarmingly strong, Beau decided, but he felt weak and like he was going to pass out again so he didn't fuss. In fact, he did his very best to keep calm. Irrational people made mistakes and he didn't want to get caught. Didn't want to get caught with her. Didn't want to get caught wounded and without his abilities. Drawn and quartered. Beau closed his eyes and simply moved. The words the woman said went in one ear and out the other and he stumbled a few times as they moved.
He wanted to tell her to stop. That using any abilities to zap things would simply make the area more suspicious but...
If she just used them here and no where else really... That would be okay, right?
It was a haze and by the time he was ready to get out of his own head, they were somewhere much more comfortable, his shoulder was throbbing and he looked up in time to realize they'd encased them in a sort of lead room. His ears swiveled while he looked around, trying to catch any sounds. Nothing. A lick of his lips and his shirt was removed. Why? Right.
He'd been shot.
Swallowing carefully he looked at his shoulder and then back at the woman.
"Want my pants off, too?" He ground out huskily, eyebrow lifted. He pulled his long hair over his shoulder to look at the wound and hissed at it, fangs bared before he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "Pain?" He looked at her before he poked at the bullet hole, it stung but... He'd been conditioned for that, except for a wince he didn't display anything on his face. His ears spoke loudly for him though, moving about and finally, flat back against his head. A common occurrence for them lately.
His tail flicked impatiently at his side, fluffed up and black like his hair and ears.
"I'm a Pilot, we're conditioned for this." He shifted his stance turned his shoulder to the woman, genuinely believing she was just trying to help. It occurred to him that, perhaps she was ultra suspicious but... He chose to believe he was just lucky to find someone who could hide them so well. "What's your name?" He asked, voice soft, eyes gentle, he hadn't been listening when she'd told him her name the first time, mind and body still made of jelly "If you're going to be putting things inside me you should at least tell me your name."
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She stared at him when he made the quip about his pants, before rolling her eyes in exasperation and setting to work, pulling apart the skin as much as she could without making the blood well up as she reached in and found the bullet with scary precision, pulling it and dropping it into a baggie she'd grabbed from her stash of supplies in the bedroom; she'd sanitize it and smash it down later so it wouldn't be found.
Setting the tongs and bag down on the floor, swiping up a dab of blood on her fingertip, a few small screens appearing next to her that she watched with interest as she started scanning him.
"I told you earlier Mr. Pilot, but you must not have been listening. My name is Reva."
She looked at him evenly, standing up and taking the tongs and bag back to her room, coming back with bandages and other basic medical supplies--namely alcohol to sanitize his wound with and a surgical needle and thread as she started to sew him up. It wasn't exactly pretty work, but her familiarity with the equipment and the quickness with which she did it suggested she'd done it plenty of times before.
"It looks like that bullet injected something into you that's screwing with your psychic abilities--they're pretty messed up right now I'm assuming? You're a terrible patient. Tell me more what you're feeling." She finished stitching him up and started dabbing up the rest of the blood, before dressing the wound with significant pressure to keep it closed nice and tight so it'd heal faster. She was definitely strong.
"You should also tell me your name if you're going to be asking me if I want to take your pants off."
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"Reva"
Beauregard said her name like an erotic purr and he closed his eyes after a moment. Nope, didn't ring any bells. He watched her work with scary efficiency and while it hurt, it was nothing he hadn't experienced before and he just blinked at her and watched. Though, his eyes darted to hers when she addressed him with her findings.
"That makes sense,"He said softly, chewing on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully for a moment. Whatever that bullet had been had a purpose and Beauregard wondered just how long this would last. It made goosebumps rise on his flesh and he swallowed thickly at the idea of more Pilots having their psychic gifts taken away. Chilled to the bone, he cast a stoic look to Reva and blinked at her owlishly for a few minutes.
"I feel like I've lost a limb," He stated honestly, looking down at his hands, "I can't read your thoughts. I'm disconnected from my Dragon. Every cell in my body is going crazy trying to figure out what's missing and..." Beau shook his head, "My name is Beauregard and do you?" He rubbed his hand along his thigh, the jeans well worn and tight enough to not leave too much to the imagination.
"Will this be a thorough examination, Doctor?" He purred, hair falling over his face before he leaned in close to Reva, trying to distract himself from his current Less Than Ideal situation. "I've always enjoyed playing doctor," He paused and looked at his shoulder, "Mostly without real wounds."
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The way he said her name sent an invisible shiver down her spine, it was hard to hold back a swallow.
She didn't like that.
But he was quick to be a good boy and tell her more of what was going on; it sounded like his psychic powers weren't just fuzzy, they were gone. Completely. She raised her eyebrows a little, it was hard to hold back a smirk. She felt a swell of pride at her own work--of course she'd expected it to work well but she hadn't been very sure how much she expected with this. Biological weapons of any sort weren't really something she worked with a whole helluva lot, so this was a huge test.
But then he started with those stupid comments again and she found herself giving him a flat stare, glancing down very briefly at his pants as her gaze flickered back up to meet his--he was leaning in closer. She had a natural inclination to lean back, but she resisted and held her ground.
"I see no evidence you need examinations of any sort with your lower half, and if you have other medical problems you'd like to speak about I'm sorry to tell you that I am in no way enough of a medically trained professional for that."
She said it completely bluntly and honestly, though it was hard to tell in the changing color of the room's lights if she was blushing or not. She got up from the couch again, taking the supplies with her as she went back to her room to deposit them all into her luggage to take care of later, and she realized she was in fact blushing slightly. He'd flustered her.
That usually didn't happen.
She pulled up a few more screens, opening various apps and a calendar and discovered that oh, that was why. That would be starting in a day or two, what perfect timing when she was going to be most likely confined to this space with Mr. Flirting-Makes-Me-Feel-Better over there. She rubbed her face with her hands, standing there and looking at herself in the vanity mirror for a second before shaking her head and heading back out to see her new... Patient. Whose name was apparently Beauregard.
"Well Beauregard, it's going to take time for my computers to analyze what's inside of you and predict how long it'll last for, so you might just be stuck here for the next few days--I'd advise not trying to leave if you're so worried about getting caught." She let her hands rest on her hips, her figure slender in her catsuit. She tilted her head, just slightly as she looked him over, before suddenly approaching and grabbing his shirt, making a face as she looked at the bloodstain on it. That'd have to be washed, but he might just need a new one, and she was pretty sure none of hers would fit. Guess she'd have to go shopping later.
"So I suppose in the meantime you'll just have to make yourself at home. Perhaps call your bosses and ask for a week's vacation?" She suggested it sarcastically but heck maybe it'd work she didn't know. She didn't know a whole lot about the Pilot program here on Aedolis, she tried to avoid this place as much as possible for obvious reasons. Either way she better go put this shirt in the wash.
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Beau let his head fall back and he laughed.
"Vacation?" He grinned widely at her, shaking his head, he stood up on shaky legs and rolled his shoulders, wincing ever so slightly at the movement in his shoulder. "Oh honey," He rubbed his lower stomach and stood at his full height, ears flicking every which way to catch all the noises, though he looked undistributed by them. His long black tail flicked out behind him and he took a few steps towards Reva, a different kind of interest in his eyes.
"You don't know anything about Pilots, do you?" His voice was a purr and he reached out to gently nudge her chin with his index finger. "They will look for me. Probably look on the lower levels. I hope we're far enough away from there for it to not matter." A brief glance around the room and, still on unsteady legs, he wandered around it, eyes curious. "Your room will keep them at bay. I wouldn't suggest you leave, either. They will be looking and if you are psychic and you don't have a chip they will find you." Beau looked at her again, up and down, like she were a delicious meal and he was a starving man.
It was frightening to not have his abilities. He'd grown up with them. Half his strength was thanks to them and he felt weak. Weary. Beau walked to Reva, looking down at her. She was... Really short. A blink down at her and he moved his hand to her cheek to stroke it with his thumb. "So, I'm gonna be stuck in here with you, hmm?" He slowly moved down so he was kneeling in front of her, which put him at about boob-height, which he stared at openly. It was easy to replace his fear with... Well... Anything.
"I suppose I could have done worse, thanks for the help, Doc," He licked his lips and looked up at her, moving a hand to catch her waist and pull her just the littlest bit closer to him, "What kind of payment to you accept? Hard physical labour? That's the one I'm best at," A grin and a tilt of his head. If this had been any other woman she would have had his pants off in a second. He was a Pilot. While not one of the more well known ones, it was ... Well... A celebrity to the Aedolian people.
Her slight ignorance made him more curious and just a little bit more needy. Beau was lost without his abilities and it was simply easier to full his head with something else - Like making Robot Doctor blush.
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He laughed at her passing comment and she ignored it. She didn't really care what he did so long as he didn't get them into any more trouble, and at this point, preferably left her alone, which was definitely what he did not do.
He got up and came over to her as she had been figuring the best way to wash this shirt of his, and touched her. She huffed and turned her face away from him, letting him wander around the room as she went and dumped the shirt into the small laundry machine, chalking up his sudden fearless attitude to the fact that he was the exact opposite--terrified. He had every right to be, so whatever. Let him cope how he chose.
At least until he approached her again as she came back over, blinking and staring up at him when he touched her yet again and knelt down in front of her, her eyes following him as she was now looking down at him while he seemed briefly distracted by her chest. Ugh. God. He looked like he wanted to eat her whole, and that wasn't the problem so much as there was a little tiny voice inside of her that said 'Hell yeah, let him!' which she did her best to ignore. Mostly because he was being an ass.
"Payment?" She asked, narrowing her eyes as she glared down at him; she hadn't gotten that far yet, or really expected him to want to pay her--considering this whole thing was because of her in the first place, but he didn't know that. His arm around her waist, pulling her against him was what made her finally react though; her blush intensified and her eyes widened, just slightly, as she stared at him and realized he was playing around sure, but he seemed to think he was actually gonna get her to do something with him.
Oh, right. He was a 'celebrity' on this planet. He probably got all the girls he could ever dream of.
But the fact that she was still flustered made it hard for her to react; she ended up staring at him with a flushed pokerface as she used her psychic powers to lift him up off the ground and place him back down on his feet, several feet away from her. She opened her mouth to say something, couldn't think of what to say, closed it, stared at him for another moment before she just turned and left, going back to her room and closing the door promptly behind her. And locking it.
She stood there, leaning against the door as she stared with wide eyes at nothing, her heart beating way too fast in her chest. God. Damn. Him. This couldn't have been timed worse. She was usually really good at ignoring those kind of... Urges. But he was pretty. Manly and muscular and big and pretty. And it didn't help that it was almost the time of the month her body was trying to do its own natural thing; she sure as hell didn't want kids but her hormones didn't give a flying fuck about that. She briefly recounted in her head the last time she slept with someone; the answer chilled her a little.
She knew she was immortal and all but she was 34 and hadn't slept with someone in over a year. She felt... Oddly old. She bit the inside of her cheek and went over to the bed, plopping down on it and burying her face in her pillow. The worst timing. The absolute worst. Why did the Pilot they sent have to be him? She had a weakness for guys with long hair. Tall guys with long hair. And muscles. Fuck him. Except not like that.
Fuck.
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It was hard to be on the other side of the fence again.
When was the last time someone had successfully used psychic powers against him? When he was a candidate? Young and confused? Still craving a hug from his mother behind bedtime? The fact she moved him so easily chilled him to the bone but when she plunked him down is where he remained. If he was going to be her guinea pig, he was going to make himself an absolute pain in the butt. After a fashion. Beauregard remained where she placed him for a few minutes, listening to her go about in her room.
He supposed that meant the couch was his.
Though, at the sound of a body coming into contact with a bed he smirked.
Sure he ability to move him chilled him but... She wasn't a Pilot.
There was nothing she could to do him that hadn't already been done to some worse degree. Beauregard shivered, remembering being a weak little candidate. Never again. He sat down on the couch and rubbed his hands over his knees, taking a deep breath and letting his eyes fall closed. This would pass. He would be fine. He'd have to come up with a good cover story but... He'd be fine.
A look at the couch and he took a deep breath, finding himself tired.
Should he warn her that he slept nude?
Beau grinned to himself before deciding that no, he wouldn't. If he was going to be trapped in here with her, he'd make it so she was trapped in here with him. Nothing untoward but... What was a little nudity in Aedolis? Besides, sleeping in jeans was the worst. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down over his hips, kicked his shoes off, pulled off his socks and layed back on the couch, his arms propping his head up off of the hard side of it. Beau had always put off too much body heat to make blankets worth it so... There were none of those.
The mental exhaustion caught up with him and the second he could relax, will himself to calm, he was out like a light. Naked. On the couch.
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Reva hadn't really thrown herself onto her bed with the intention of sleeping so much as trying to smother her own conflicting feelings, as if that would actually fix the problem. She laid there for a while, and eventually managed to somehow fall asleep, waking up the next morning as her alarm went off.
She hadn't had dinner last night, woke up ravenously hungry, and fuzzy-headed considering she'd slept more than usual; it messed her up and in her groggy state she turned off her alarm, realizing she hadn't even taken off her clothes. She stripped down to her underwear, (http://fabfashionfix.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/519.jpg) bleary-eyed as she fixed her hair real quick and stepped out of her room to go to the kitchen area and make herself something to eat.
She completely forgot the fact that she wasn't alone, and wasn't even paying attention to the couch when she passed it, instead opening some hologram windows and checking the news as she passed the living room.
There wasn't much, nothing of any importance--oh, right, Aedolis didn't tell its people shit. Ugh. God she hated it here. She couldn't wait for this to be done and over with so she could head back home to Cancer, get back to work on that new canon she'd been drafting concepts for over the past few months. Maybe she should look for parts while she was out here.
She made herself a bowl of cereal, perching on the stool at the little kitchen counter, the screen in front of her as she watched whatever they had broadcasting right now, some publicity thing about the Pilots and... She stopped, spoon halfway to her mouth when she noticed that one of the Pilots in the video looked familiar. Very familiar, in fact.
He had long hair and cat ears.
She dropped her spoon and remembered, eyes wide as she started looking around, realizing oh shit, oh shit she was not alone. And he'd been flirting with her last night. And she was sitting here in her underwear. Oh no.
Oh no.
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With amazing hearing, Beau woke up along with that alarm. However, he didn't move. Didn't open his eyes and didn't even acknowledge that, indeed, he was awake at all. His breathing was calm. His heart rate was, perhaps a little higher but nothing to be alarmed about. He expected the strange girl to come over here, poke and prod him and instead... Nothing. Beau heard her go about in the kitchen and in fact, he was a little insulted things didn't go the way he'd planned them.
It was the clattering of a spoon that had him jerk up and he looked to the woman, alarmed.
His eyes wide, ready to protect. Ready to fight and... He blinked at her, having gotten up and moved to the kitchen in a rush because no one just dropped a spoon. The smell of cereal caught his attention first, then her scent, then a deeper scent that sent little electrical impulses to his brain and it made him want to moan but he didn't. Of course he was too polite to just flat out moan.
Didn't help that he didn't notice his morning friend was standing at full attention. The added scent of her didn't help and he was standing, leaning against the area between the kitchen and the rest of the room with his good soldier. Naked as a jaybird and hard as a rock. A long look at her cereal and then at her and his mouth dropped open ever so slightly, hands falling from where they were about to cross over his chest. "You dressed up like that for me, Doc?" He purred, forgetting for the time being that he was completely naked.
It wasn't like being naked was uncommon for him and he wasn't cold enough to be tipped off to the fact that his ass was hanging out. Other things, too. "I must say, you look good enough to eat," He smirked and looked at her cereal, looked at her and then gave his lips a lick, "I do like cream for breakfast. Me-ow"
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Yes, she had completely and utterly forgotten he was there. She'd been sleepy, and hungry, and that was all she had bothered to think about until she saw his stupid face where it was paused on the screen in front of her, as she stared at him with eyes wide in shock and panic and a blush quickly deepening on her face as she naturally looked down and saw that yes, he was buck naked.
He was speaking, and she had a hard time holding back the urge to squeak like some terrified small animal as she realized that just about the worst had happened.
"I--NO--I ALWAYS DRESS LIKE THIS!" She blurted, very obviously flustered, confused, shocked, and unsure of how to handle the situation. Especially the situation in between his legs.
"Why are you naked!?" This was her suite so there was no reason for her to explain why she was mostly naked in here, but he didn't have any sense of decency, how could he possibly--oh, right. She was in Aedolis. And he was a Pilot. He wouldn't give a flying fuck--he could do just about anything he wanted, and it wasn't like indulging in the pleasures of the flesh were exactly secretive things here. He probably had no idea he'd done anything wrong--here, it wasn't wrong.
She hated this planet. She hated it even more, now.
The problem was he was blocking her way to run back to her room. She could try and scoot past him, but he'd probably think it was her advancing on him or something stupid, she had no idea what was going on in that brain of his. She needed to go put some real clothes on, but it was looking like that wasn't an option now. So she did her best to regain her composure, sliding off the stool and looking around for her spoon and finding it on the floor behind her. She turned and quickly bent to pick it up, setting it back on the counter as she looked at Beau over her shoulder, hugging herself a little as if trying in vain to preserve some kind of modesty, here.
"Take my cereal if you want but for fuck's sake do something about that please." She said, referencing his boner of course. Put some pants on, go beat one out in the bathroom, do whatever you have to do, guy, but jeese get it out of here at least.
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Why?
"I always sleep naked," And he looked down at himself and blinked a few times and then back at her and, "Oh." So, looks like his body decided that, hey, it was awake too. A mix of morning wood and whatever it was he smelled on her. He wanted to press his face to her belly and purr is what he really wanted to do but judging by her reaction of just seeing him naked Reva wouldn't be down for that. Wish she would though.
Did she always smell like that?
Absolutely delicious.
It hadn't been there yesterday, had it?
Beau smiled at her, a simple kind of smile before he politely covered his junk with his hand.
"I didn't even notice," He claimed, there had probably been some idea that he was standing to and ready to go at a moments notice but... Beau didn't pay any mind to it. Beau didn't apologize but he did go back into the living room to get his pants and pull those on, simply tucking his stiffy into his pants. He paused for a moment, trying to decide if he was in the mood to 'take care of it' when he decided... Nah. Better to just wait for it to go away.
"I don't want to take your cereal," He stated after he'd grabbed his pants and pulled them on while he made his way to the kitchen, he kept them unbuttoned because of a certain size issue but he was clothed again. Mostly. Still no shirt. He also made sure his pants hung low on his hips simply because he liked how she blushed - so rare here - and to count how many times she checked out his package.
"I would like to join you though," His ears perked up and his tail swung, then he went quiet. Obviously he knew he made her uncomfortable. He leaned in, looking curious, taking another deep breath of that delicious scent that sent zings through his system. So faint right now but... "I know I'm coming on a little strong but I won't do nothin' to ya you don't want me to, I mean... I'm at your mercy," He stated, remembering how easily he was moved the night before, "I mean, once I get into your pretty little panties - and if we're going to be trapped here for a few days, trust me, I will - it'll because you take them off and beg for it." He grinned at her, ears flicking to and fro before he meandered about her kitchen, searching for some breakfast.
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He always slept naked? Well good for him, just like Reva always wore lingerie. Good for her. Good. Great. Fantastic.
He barely covered his problem with his hand, and his polite smile made her want to gag. Didn't even notice? Yeah right, more like he had other issues he just didn't wanna talk about. Whatever, it wasn't her problem--except right now, it was.
She eased up a little as she watched him cross the room and put on some pants, looking away as she tried to ignore her blush and keep herself from staring at the elephant in the room. She had to admit he was well equipped though, gotta give credit where credit is due.
She still had the urge to run to her room and put some clothes on, but as he came back over and leaned in and spoke she changed her mind.
"You will??" She asked him, tone of voice wary as her eyes widened and she realized he'd just challenged her. If there was one thing she would always do, it was rise up to a challenge.
He could think all he wanted that he'd win and get into her 'pretty little panties'--but he was also right in that he was at her mercy. Of course, damn Reva get yourself together and calm down. She could definitely control this situation--starting right here and now.
As he moved to look for something to eat, she sat back down and went back to her cereal. There was no need to put clothes on now--he wasn't going to do anything to her because she wouldn't let him, and he'd already seen her like this so what did it matter? Besides, maybe now she wanted to get back at him a bit. Torture him a little for being an ass.
"You'd better get over that confidence of yours, the only place you'll be getting with me is my fist in your face." She said, though the tone of her voice betrayed that she had no intentions of actually hurting him--she wasn't that quick to use violence in these kinds of scenarios.
Instead she crossed her legs daintily at the knee, resumed her video and got back to her cereal; she'd take a look at what his body was doing--with the chip dammit, with the chip!--after breakfast. Right now she'd do everything in her power to ignore him. Because he wasn't getting anywhere with her, not even in his dreams.
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Beauregard grinned at her.
"You say that now," He purred at her, eyeing her up and down like she was going to be breakfast. He rumbled in his chest and kind of wished he could just... Lay her flat on the table and do that. Have her for breakfast. Could she read emotions? Thoughts? Beauregard pushed his dirty little things to her, just in case she could pick up on them. No one said he played fair. Still, he'd found himself her cereal, grabbed a bowl of it and picked at it with his fingers.
He had never really liked milk, it didn't agree with him.
So, while she watched her news, he watched her. Committing her strange arms to memory. The curve of her waist. The slight swell of her breasts. He wanted to taste her. Beau shook his head, taking a deep breath in through his mouth. Maybe he was just... Sick? From the shot? He moved his palm over the patched up wound. It didn't feel infected. He didn't feel feverish. Maybe it was the lack of... His psychic-ness that was setting everything on kinda overdrive.
Not being a weird powerful Pilot was unfamiliar. The woman was unfamiliar. Sex was familiar. That was kinda always the same. Sort of. It wasn't ever really bad. Beauregard turned back to his bowl of dry cereal that he picked through, eating and staring off into space. Well, at Reva. "So, do you like the top or the bottom?" He asked, looking at her thoughtfully, "You seem like the kinda woman that likes being in control," He smiled his sharp toothed smile, "I'm pretty down with being tied up and ridden like a pony if that's what you're into."
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She did and didn't like the way he was looking at her, like he wanted to eat her whole. She did her best to ignore it, focusing on the stupid programs this planet put on for its idiotic civilians to watch day in and day out. What a pointless existence.
But he wasn't going to let her ignore him easily. She glanced over at him as he looked her up and down and asked what she liked better. She stared at him for a moment, blush still there but she did a damn good job ignoring it this time, instead looking back at the screen as she finished her breakfast and stood up, setting her dish and silverware in the sink.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She retorted, washing her hands and drying them off, glancing at him over her shoulder. "Last time I checked cats aren't as good for riding as they are pouncing."
Hah, yes. Okay. She could definitely do this--she'd been caught off-guard so early in the morning, but having something to eat definitely helped her wake up and get back to her senses. She left him to finish his cereal, instead going over to where her backpack was leaning against the wall, bending over to dig around inside of it, perfectly aware of the view Beau would be getting--what'd it matter, at this point? She had a great ass, slender legs and a sweet, curving thigh gap that would've left nothing to the imagination when she was bent over if she hadn't been covered by her underwear.
She stood up straight again, holding a glass tablet in her hands as she went over and perched herself daintily on the couch, pulling up some programs on its surface as her legs folded delicately at the ankle and were tucked up next to her on the couch cushions, the position showing off the curvature of her body quite nicely if he were to step around the couch and see it. She instead busied herself with checking up on how things were doing back home, pulling up a few live camera feeds of the workshop back on Cancer as everyone went about their business, leaving a few comments in their chat for her boss to check up on later, as well as doing other things that seemed to be daily chores, like math, apparently.
If there was one thing that was great for calming anyone down, it was math, and she was very good at it.
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Was someone purring?
Beau watched her move like she was a dance and when she bent over he just about burst out of his jeans. That was definitely purring. He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose and that didn't help so he breathed through his mouth and tried to calm himself. What was wrong? Sure he was a regular old guy but he wasn't constantly horny. Well, he was, but he wasn't constantly hard! What was this business? He continued to ignore it, going about eating his breakfast like a good little kitty.
She was right. He was much better at pouncing, but he'd already promised not to pounce on her.
Dammit all.
What was more infuriating - or tempting? - was that she was still waltzing around in her panties. He wanted to peel them off of her with his teeth and just... Snack. Beauregard finished his breakfast, placing his bowl with hers before he returned to the couch, looking at her while she sat. "I hope you keep everything you have very secret and well hidden," He licked his lips while he looked down at her, his brain focused on two things and neither of them were PG13.
Still breathing through his mouth he lowered himself to his knees and leaned down close to her, taking in a deep breath and trying not to groan. "Are you going into heat?" He finally asked, looking at her with bright blue eyes, pupils huge circles where as before they were little slits, "Because you smell really good, Reva, and I would suggest you keep any business with me remote once it's full blown or you're gonna have trouble on your hands." Again, he said his name like a purr and he licked his lips before he sat back on his feet, walking her from his kneeing position.
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While Reva wasn't one for telepathy or reading minds, since she just plain wasn't all that good at it, she didn't need to be in this case. She could've sworn she heard him purring, but considering he was a weird catman it wasn't all that surprising. It was easily ignored, because he hadn't been kidding when she said she had control of the situation--she did, as long as his psychic powers remained hindered, which, she checked on one of her screens, was so far indicating that that wasn't about to be happening any time soon. But she wouldn't have a specific date on how long it would last for another day or two while she did periodic scans on him to update the analysis.
She glanced up at him through her long lashes as he approached and spoke to her, gaze flicking back down to her tablet as she continued to work. "I do." She answered simply.
He knelt before her, she could see it in her peripherals, but did not look at him, even as he leaned in and looked at her more closely. He asked if she was going into heat, and she paused for a moment, meeting his gaze just barely, enough to see his enlarged pupils and the look in his eyes. It sent a shiver down her spine that was harder to keep under wraps. Especially when he said her name, there was something about how it sounded with his voice that made it sound so exotic.
"It appears that I am. Thank you for the information, I'll consider it for future reference."
And that was all that she said on the matter. She still ignored him, opening up various apps on the hologram screens from her arms, and still messing around with that tablet, before she suddenly looked at him and leaned forward, reaching out to grace her fingers along his jawline as she gave him a soft, sensual smile.
"I need a favor from you real quick, and..." He would feel a tiny pinprick at his neck as a tiny needlepoint from one of her fingertips pinched him and drew a drop of blood. "There we go, thank you." She said with a pleased little gasp before she sat back and let the computers built into her arms analyze the new data, going right back to ignoring him again.
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"You're welcome," He purred out, licking his lips. His neck hurt for a moment but the proximity to the woman had the pain zing right to his groin and he closed his eyes for a moment, having a brief struggle of wills before he stood up and walked back to the kitchen. This was going to be hell. Normally, he doubt he'd even be able to tell. Sure he had a great sense of smell but... Usually it wasn't this bad.
Beauregard got up, taking a deep breath and pushing a hand through his hair.
His head was playing tricks on him.
Since he couldn't move shit with his head, clearly, he was doomed to... What? Have heightened senses? A gnaw on his lower lip and he pressed his palms to the table in the kitchen, trying to catch his breath. She was everywhere. He flicked his eyes at her form on the couch. He wasn't a monster. Beau wasn't a monster. He didn't want to be like the Pilots that trained him. He didn't want to attack some... While not defenseless, he didn't want to...
Beauregard's hands turned into fists on the table and he took deep steadying breaths.
That was it.
"Excuse me," He said, voice husky before he went into the bathroom, and he didn't spend a long time in there before a soft moan was heard and the sound of the shower turning on. Beauregard was in there for a while, not forever but he came out of the steamy bathroom looking not quite as tense and his jeans were on the same. Pulled up but not done up. A sleepy look in his eyes and he took a deep breath.
Which was a mistake because the room smelled like her.
He was fucked. Except not literally. "So, Reva," again, her name was a purr and he moved back into the kitchen so he didn't stare at her tits or the curve of her waist. Or her ass. Or her thighs and... This sucked, "Any more tests we need me to do or is just being alive good enough?"
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He left her then after a moment, presumably to go sit in the kitchen from what she heard. She didn't pay him too much attention other than just making sure she listened if he decided to get up and try to start something with her, so she wouldn't be caught by surprise again. Instead she was doing calculations as she started manually calculating, out of boredom mostly, how long that chip in him might last for.
She almost didn't notice when he spoke up, she'd eventually gotten so absorbed in her work, and she looked over her shoulder just to catch him disappearing into the bathroom, door shutting. She listened for a few moments, heard his moan and tensed a little as the shiver ran down her body and made something inside her ache. Nope, not doing this, not right now--calculations. Except, she paused.
Maybe he'd be more relaxed now when he came out, so she ought to tease him a little less. She didn't want to torture him endlessly after all. She could also use a shower, but it sounded like he'd had the same thought. Well, that was fine.
She got up from the couch to go to her room, slipping out of her lingerie and instead putting on something a little more modest, more for his sake than anything, returning to the couch in a pastel pink babydoll top made of chiffon, embroidered around her cleavage, and matching panties and peignoir cinched around her waist that covered most of her. Most of her. Though the vague shape of her figure would still be visible through the fabric--it was the most modest thing she'd brought with her on this trip, considering she hadn't realized she'd be entertaining a guest while in her suite. But it felt nice to be in fresh, clean clothes, considering the set she'd had on earlier had been from yesterday.
She was stretching right as Beauregard left the bathroom, and she looked at him over her shoulder, arms up gracefully in the air as she paused mid-stretch, back arched, the dips of her shoulder blades visible underneath the peignoir due to the shadows cast from the ever-changing lights.
She turned her attention back to her tablet as she finished her stretch and lowered her arms, picking up her tablet again as she uncrossed her legs and recrossed them now the opposite way. "Essentially, yes, you being alive is good enough. This is new technology, and it'll take a while of periodic scans before my computers can most accurately guess how long these effects will last."
She'd done some math while he was in the shower; so far it was looking like it could last a year, perhaps even two. It was a very broad guess, but she'd double-checked her figures, and math didn't lie. She wasn't about to tell him that though, and have him panic, especially with him so... On edge, already.
"I take it your kind has extremely fine-tuned senses." She said, making idle conversation as she stood up from her spot on the couch, sliding the tablet back into her backpack as she crossed the room to take her turn in the shower, pausing a moment however to lean against the door frame as she studied him, curiosity bright in those pink eyes of hers. She'd met cat people before but they were all different, it seemed. No two species alike, certainly not in the vast reaches of this galaxy.
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Well.
He had been relaxed.
Beauregard made no move to hide how well she affected him because the few seconds of her scent and the sight of her in that adorable whateveritwas had him back to square one. He was so fucked. So utterly fucked and not in the way he wanted to be. Swallowing thickly he blinked at her with wide eyes, practically vibrating with need, hands pressed to whatever surface nearby. If she didn't smell so wonderful and ready this wouldn't have been a problem.
No, no. It wasn't her fault. Besides wearing sort of revealing clothing she had nothing to do with this. Reva couldn't help her bodies chemistry and better than he could help how wonderful she smelled to him.
"Yes," He ground out to her question, voice husky and needy. He eyed her up and down, licking his lips before he closed his eyes and inhaled again, "It isn't... Usually like this though. I maybe go into a sort of... 'Need' once every six months or so. It's kinda like this without someone around but..." He shook his head, "I guess without my abilities to occupy my brain all I can smell is you and you smell delicious." Beauregard sighed, biting his lip and making sure his feet were planted and his hands didn't move.
"I..." He started, "Usually, your scent probably wouldn't bother me. But... I have a well trained mind and it's got nothing to do so..." He eyed her midsection before looking up at her before giving an apologetic smile, "It's making me focus on other things. Like how your body is getting ready to make babies and to my kind, that's a good thing. Our females have low fertility rates so..." He shook his head, "When they do this its mind numbing and you shouldn't smell this good but you do and..." He took a deep breath through his mouth, "How long does it last? I can maybe keep it normal for a day or two but..." He shook his head, "If you don't want my hands on you you better lock yourself in your room with what supplies you need and run to the bathroom or I'm going to take it as an okay and eat you for breakfast for however long this thing of yours lasts."
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She stayed quiet, stance mostly relaxed as her arms were loosely crossed under her chest, watching him intently as she listened to his explanation for what was going on. At least he was being honest and upfront about it--not shy. She found it a little bit admirable, in that regard. Then again, it wasn't like he had anything to hide, it seemed. Not that he was letting on, anyways. He was telling her everything; he must've been honest when he said he'd be true to his word and not do anything she didn't want.
He asked her about how long it'd last and she tilted her head to the side, looking away from him as she thought on it briefly.
"Usually lasts about two weeks."
She wasn't a full human, after all--she wasn't entirely sure what kind of demon her father had been, but two weeks was about the average time, or had been, for the past twenty years or so. She looked back at him, shrugging her shoulders.
"Which is about how long it might take to get an accurate reading and get that chip out of you."
Well. She was being honest. He was gonna be in for a rough two weeks, it seemed.
"Again, thanks for the advice. I'll keep it in mind." She said simply as she turned to step into the bathroom, glancing at him over her shoulder as she spoke.
The automatic door slid shut behind her, but not before she'd broken eye contact with him on purpose, dropping her gaze and looking forward again as she dropped the peignoir from her shoulders to fall into a pile of soft chiffon on the floor at her feet, the door closing before he could see anything more--though it was worth noting the door remained unlocked.
She smiled to herself as soon as she was alone, glancing at the mirror still covered in condensation, pink gaze going to her arms. She turned on the shower and finished undressing, stepping inside and letting out a pleased sigh as the warm water hit her, running through her hair and relaxing her with its warmth.
Reva didn't usually ever have this kind of effect on people--she knew she had a pretty face, pretty enough she supposed, but her arms seemed to throw most people off. So sexuality in general was usually something she avoided; she didn't like getting her hopes up, didn't like getting her self-confidence smashed, didn't like dealing with people in any kind of personal matter outside of friendship. So this was... Refreshing. Maybe she was still somewhat attractive to others. Not that it was important. But it did make her feel oddly comforted.
She didn't take a very long shower, rather it was pretty quick, and she stepped out in front of the mirror with towel wrapped around her torso, a smaller towel in her hands as she dried and combed her hair, noticing her eyelashes had faded to a dark brown instead of the black they had been; she'd need to get them dyed again soon. She glanced at the door and wondered what she might find when she stepped out there again--this morning it had been naked man with raging boner, so it couldn't be... too much worse this time, right?
She quickly got dressed and took a breath and opened the door, stepping back out, smelling fresh and perhaps a tad sweeter than she had before, cautiously looking around to see where Catman, the Boner Boy Wonder had wandered off to this time.
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Beauregards mouth went dry and his hands balled into fists.
Two weeks.
Two weeks?
He was going to die of being horny. That's what it was. That is exactly what was going to happen. He was going to be stuck in a room with someone whose body was begging for it and he wouldn't touch her because he wasn't like the Pilots that trained him. He wasn't a monster. He wasn't... Beau watched her hungrily as she turned to go to the washroom.
It was okay that she didn't want him.
It was going to be okay even if he died of being horny.
That wasn't a thing. He wasn't going to die. Everything would be fine. It would be fine.
Beauregard took in a deep breath and stood up to pace, going through all his options. The woman wasn't interested in him, that was fine. It was perfectly fine. He was a grown man and he could keep his hands to himself -well, now he could. The night before. Handsy. Maybe he scared her? Beauregard licked his lips and closed his eyes and all he could see was Reva naked in the shower. Not really, but... He could imagine it and it made his chest tighten and her scent was so heavy in this room.
A little mindless with lust - usually Beauregard didn't partake. Too busy with candidates. Too busy with... Well... Everything really. He wasn't thinking of it when he pushed his pants down enough to grab his cock, the only sound in his ears was white noise when he sat back on the couch, head titled back to the ceiling. Two weeks of this scent and it probably hadn't even really started and he was going to go crazy. Absolutely crazy.
His hand fisted around his cock and he bit his lip with a little moan. Somewhere far away he heard the shower go off but he needed some release now and poor Reva. Her counting on walking in on something not worse than a naked man was a false hope. Practically on display for her, Beauregard shamelessly masturbated on the couch, eyes squeezed shut, lip between his teeth so he didn't make too much noise. His free hand was behind his head and his tail was giving lazy erratic waves while his pleasure spiked. Her scent had him high strung and when her scent was cleaner, sweeter and stronger he fisted himself tighter and came with a moan of Reva's name.
Beau didn't open his eyes, but he relaxed, panting on the couch with his head back, his come splattered up the front of his naked chest. God. He was going to go crazy. Panting and flushed he finally lifted his head and ... "Hi," He growled out, hand still on his dick and he made no move to either clean himself off or tuck himself back into his pants, "Uh... Surprise?"
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Reva was wrong. So, so so very wrong. She could definitely be introduced to a sight worse than naked handsome man with boner--try naked handsome man with boner jerking off to the mere idea of her on her couch?
Her face was immediately red again as she stared at the display in front of her in absolute shock, a bit of horror, and mostly confusion at her conflicting feelings.
On the one hand she wanted to toss him out of a window for having the guts to do that in her room, even though she shouldn't blame him for... Whatever it was he was going through because of his species. But on the other hand, something inside of her ached again and the mental image of herself on her knees in front of him with her lips on the head of his cock to make up for this torture flashed across her mind and her hands, unsure of where to go or what to do with themselves, reached up to rest on her sternum, clenched as she just stared and watched him come while growling her name.
It was like a train wreck, or a car accident. She just couldn't look away.
She couldn't ignore the way his hair was messily strewn about the couch, how his muscular chest rose dramatically up and down with every pant for air, the slight sheen of sweat on his tanned skin. When he met her gaze, completely unapologetic as he gave her the laziest fucking greeting in the universe with that hazy look in his eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat and realized that her panties were damp--and it wasn't from the shower. Fuck, she could even smell herself now. It was a different kind of sweet scent, and now that she picked up on it she flushed even more with embarrassment.
She shouldn't have found... This attractive. She blamed her hormones. She blamed him for being pretty.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized she should give him an appropriate response, instead of just staring there looking like her brain was short circuiting, which it was. But.. She had no idea what to say. That confidence she usually wore so well had been wiped away by surprise and confusion; she'd never had to deal with this kind of situation before. What... What should she do?! Half of her wanted to go climb all over him, the other half of her was telling her to run as far away as her legs could ever carry her. She had no clue which one to listen to.
Suddenly, an idea sparked in the back of her mind and she remembered an old song she'd listened to once and quite liked. She could be absolutely evil, right now. Play his game without letting him win, even.
A defiant look suddenly glinted in her eyes and, despite her blush, she smirked letting her hands slip under her chiffon peignoir and the babydoll top with lace that tickled just above her midthigh, slipping her thumbs into the straps of her panties, tugging them down just enough he could see the straps sliding down her thighs, peeking out from under her top as she started to move towards her room, her steps measured, hips swaying tantalizingly.
"You caught me on that one, I'll admit. But I have my own surprises, too."
She waited expectantly for him, just inside of her room, an open invitation for him to come and join her, and as soon as he was up and moving towards her, she shut the door at the last minute.
And locked it.
She started laughing on the other side--it was light, teasing, tantalizing and unbearably cute.
"Cats have great hearing, don't they Beau?~" She practically purred, trailing her fingertips up the surface of the door, before she took the few steps to cross the room and hop onto her bed, a giant circular mattress with fluffy faux fur pillows and a canopy above.
She got comfortable, leaning into the pillows with a wicked smirk on her lips as she reached down and slid her panties down her legs, kicking them off where they landed somewhere on the floor by the door--who knows, maybe he'd be able to smell them through the door or something. It wasn't her top concern right now so much as it was to get back at him.
She tentatively reached down; it wasn't very often that she touched herself, if ever. She just... Didn't. But she knew herself well despite that, finding it all too easy to make herself gasp as she brushed her fingertips against her lower lips and applied a little pressure, grinding against herself as she let her head sink back into the pillows. She was already so sensitive because she was so turned on--partially from her hormones, partially from him. It was all too easy to picture his form above her, plunging into her as she slid two fingers into her entrance and shuddered. Her lips parted as she panted, a soft moan escaping her as she started moving her fingers inside of herself, burying them nice and deep every time they pushed in. Her free hand started to come up to cover her mouth without thinking about it; she barely caught it in time to clench her fingers into a fist in the blankets instead, because she wanted Beauregard to hear every single thing.
She wanted him to know that she was interested in him, she wanted him to know how badly she wanted it, and that right now she wasn't going to let him have it. That'd be too easy. She wanted to wound that ego of his and she wanted to make him beg for it, as much as she actually wanted him in here on top of her right now. And fuck did she want that more than she realized.
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The first instinct was to apologize.
Then the next one was to stand up, dick still out, wipe his hand off on his already messy chest and move towards her. He wanted to growl with how good she smelled and it wasn't even a concern anymore about who she was or what she was doing here. He mostly wanted to just plow her into some sheets for two weeks or heck, if she liked him enough, for as long as she was here for. Beau found her a different kind of pretty. Unique. Eyes wide he watched her move to her room, the open door, a few steps closer and... Closed.
A disappointed nose rumbled through his chest and he sat down, trying to catch his breath and calm himself down and... The thump of his head against her door was audible and the whole area was intoxicating. His own rules here to bite him in the ass. She was in her room. Off limits. Sure he was hard as stone again and now he had cold come on his chest but... Self control. Limits. Beau wasn't a monster. He wasn't a slave to his species and he moaned at the noises she made.
Perfect.
He licked his lips and shook his head, eyes squeezed shut, panting heavily.
He could do it.
Beau was a Pilot. The Elite. Great mental self control. Or he did until it was all stripped from him. A look to the mark on his shoulder and he got up and away from her door, pacing and doing his best not to just go to town on himself again. Reva was in her room. That meant she was off limits. Maybe... No he'd just gotten up. "Reva?" Beauregard breathed out, husky, her name an erotic purr in his voice, "Reva I can hear you," He panted, flushed and eager to show her he could please her. Did she know he could hear her?
Probably.
Okay. Calm. Beau pushed his hair behind his head, hands pressed to his skull while he paced. Imagining what she was doing to herself when his eyes were closed and his chest grew tight and he frowned at the mess there still and he growled stormed off to the bathroom to wash it away. It wasn't supposed to get this bad. Then again, he usually wasn't in the same room as a woman who was the cause of it. Usually had a chance to get away from the delicious intoxicating scent that was only getting strong and more tempting while she obviously pleasured herself.
"Reva?" His voice was a whine and he found his cheek pressed against her door, "Reva you have to stop. Please? This is bad," His voice trembled with need, he just wanted to bury himself inside her and hold on tight forever the way this was going. "Reva?" He growled licking his lips, "I'm going... I'm going to just... Lay on the couch, okay? I promise not to touch you and I'm sorry if I frightened you." She didn't seem frightened but... Beau wasn't a monster. He wouldn't be a monster.
Beauregard moved to the couch, tucking his hands behind his head, crossing his legs at the ankle and laid there. Eyes closed. Breathing even. The sounds and scents were driving crazy and he needed so bad but... It would be fine. It would pass. Reva would find her momentary release and maybe the scents would ease up if she took another shower. Either way, he remained on the couch, hands tight behind his head, chest rising and falling with his failed attempts at controlled breathing. It didn't help that he was too tight for his pants again and that was uncomfortable but.. He'd survive.
Reva was, technically, doing more good for him than bad right now. As long as he was here while he wasn't psychic he'd be safe. Everything would be fine. Mostly. His dick wouldn't be fine.
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The pleading tone in his voice made her grin as her back arched, another moan escaping her as she hit a sensitive spot that made her body shudder. She could hear his distress as he begged her to stop, because it was apparently too much.
He said he was going to go lay on the couch and she didn't care, that was fine. She already knew he could hear her, he could hear her moans and labored breaths as she buried her fingers deep inside of herself, adding a third finger and biting her lip as her cries got a little louder, a little more desperate as she built up to her climax, her whole body tensing, her voice coming out in a strangled, high-pitched whimper as she tried to keep herself from just about screaming.
It took a few moments for it to pass before she felt her body finally start to relax, gasping as her lungs fought for air from the few moments she'd squeezed every bit of oxygen out as every muscle coiled and constricted. Her pants were feverish and after the initial haze of her orgasm, she noticed something.
She felt like she was on fire, and as she slid her fingers out, another wave of pleasure rolled over her, making her body shudder as she gasped, her eyes widening at the realization; she'd just... Made it worse. In a bizarre way. Yes, she felt great, but she was still throbbing, still aching, still too sensitive, still fucking desperate.
She held up her hand, seeing her own come all over her fingers; she was a mess. She trembled a little as she sat up, her mind still a little foggy as she weighed her options. He probably thought he was off the hook now, that everything was fine and it was over and he won. Something flared up inside of her, her body only more strongly convinced now that she should be in the full swing of things. She really was in heat, and unfortunately for Beau that meant the exact opposite of what he hoped for--that sweet scent of hers was only going to get worse for him.
She crawled from the bed, sliding a foot to the floor and testing it before she trusted herself with her own full weight, crossing the floor to the door and standing before it, panties still on the floor by her feet, her babydoll top barely obscuring everything below her belly button.
Did she dare?
She pressed a few buttons on the keypad and it unlocked, sliding open as she stepped back out into the open space, pink eyes finding Beau right where he said he'd be, as she leaned against the wall, looking at the couch with a dry smirk on her lips and a look in her eyes that suggested she had more in mind than she was letting on.
"Now we're even." Unless if he wanted to continue their game; she crossed her arms under her breasts, the movement hiking up her top just enough that he might notice she was naked underneath.
She wasn't done with him yet.
-
It took a lot of effort to pretend he didn't notice.
Beau sucked in a breath when he opened his eyes, vision going blurry when her sweet scent hit him full force. Gods. He closed his eyes and sat up slowly, hands digging into the couch to keep him planted. His gaze was hungry and he looked at her from head to toe and he sort of... Moved without meaning to. Instinct drove him. Her little session hadn't made anything better. It was worse and he could practically taste it now.
What sort of woman was she?
Did she plan for this? Sure she'd asked a question, but maybe she planned on having him trapped in here with her while her heat hit. What sort of human had a heat? Sure ovulation was a thing but... This wasn't that. This was more and Beauregard found himself on his knees in front of her, his hands hovering over her thighs for a moment.
She was outside of the room. He'd warned her. He'd warned her. He wasn't a monster though. So he let his hands fall to his sides and he closed his eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths with his mouth. "Even playing field?" He practically panted out, face flushed and he couldn't help his hands when they grabbed her hips and he shuffled closer so he could nuzzle at her abdomen. "Seems kinda like you have the upper hand to me," He panted, looking into the room to see her panties.
He smirked and looked up at her, pupils wide with his need and desire. "I will do anything you tell me to," He breathed, eyes closing after a moment and pulling away, though his hands remained on her waist. She was tiny compared to him. Made him feel, well, brutish. "You get three wishes," He panted again, ignoring how awful his lower half felt stuck in his pants, "Anything you like and I'll do it but you only get three." Anything. Beauregard closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. The idea that he used to be psychic was a far away thought in his head. He supposed this was a nice enough distraction from those thoughts.
-
Beau was wrong in thinking that she had planned this so far ahead in advance--she'd had no way of knowing what kind of Pilot they would send to deal with her clients, and she'd honestly forgotten that those two weeks of torment would be happening now.
But she sure as hell wasn't complaining, this couldn't have worked out more perfectly. She found her dry hand reaching up to weave her fingers into his hair, enjoying the silky texture and grabbing a fistful of it, holding it tight in her grip as she looked down at him with a smirk, loving the look on his face, the way he touched her, the sound of his voice and the way he panted with such a fierce need.
She cooed a little, letting go of his hair to stroke along his jawline as she chuckled. "Seeing you like this is adorable." She usually liked being dominated, but she definitely liked the sight of him on his knees in front of her. Maybe he was right, maybe she did like being on top a little bit. But right now wasn't the time for experimentation--maybe tomorrow.
"Three wishes, hmm.." She pondered it for a moment, wondering if she wanted to be nice or torture him some more.
... No, she wasn't going to make this easy on him, even now. Even if she'd technically conceded defeat.
"Well you were going on about how you'd just love to eat me up earlier, so," She pulled him up with her telekinesis and sat him down longways on the couch, following him over and pushing him down with her hand on his chest as she straddled him just above his shoulders, kneeling above his face as she smirked down at him, something almost devilish in her eyes. She lifted her top a little more, exposing herself to him and revealing (if it wasn't already obvious by now) that she was completely hairless and pristine. Even if she didn't partake in these kinds of pleasures often if ever at all, she still always kept herself looking nice to meet her own high standards.
"Wish number one, enjoy your meal.~" She said, her voice almost a purr as she wondered in the back of her mind how he'd fair with his face so close to her, buried in her scent as she lowered herself onto him when he gave the indication he'd follow through on his word and cooperate.
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Adorable.
That pulled him out of it for a moment, his vision cleared and he stared at her for a moment. Adorable? His ears swiveled and he blinked up at her, curious. Irritated? Adorable? He was a giant grown ass man and his attention snapped back to where it was supposed to be and Beauregard licked his lips while she spoke. Wanted to taste her lips. Did they taste as good as they looked? His breath felt hot in his mouth while he panted and his eyes fell closed. Her voice was music to his ears but he jerked them open for a moment of panic when she moved him again.
God he hated that.
Beau didn't fight it though. He let her move him to her desires because he really wanted to pound her into the floorboards and if he was a bad kitty she wouldn't let him. Reva would hide again and take away her nice scents and Beau moaned when he was placed on the couch and she followed and oh gods.
A hungry lick of his lips and he looked up at her with pleading eyes, flicking to her legs before he let his hands rest on her calves. Well. This was going better than planned. Beau's gut clenched and his hands moved to her thighs, and he smirked at her first wish. That was it? That was her first wish? "Your wish is my command," He purred, kissing her thigh, drawing his tongue along it before he shifted her slightly to get her right where he wanted her.
He shifted her leg to get an arm under her so he could coax two fingers into her, she was so wet already he sunk in right to the knuckle. Though, quickly enough his mouth followed and he pressed it to her, sucking on her clit and moaning at the taste. She tasted as wonderful as she smelled and he ground his hips up against the air while he worked her. Beau enjoyed his meal, he worked her with his mouth and hand while the other smoothed over her thigh, squeezing at her flesh until finally reaching up to grasp one of her breasts. Easing a third finger into her, he trust his hand up harder, eager to make her come again before he latched his mouth to her again and pulled his hand away, leaning far enough away so she could watch him lick her off his fingers. "Reva," He purred against her woman hood, hands on her thighs, "You're a pretty good meal," He nipped at her thigh while he worked, willing and eager.
He could have her for breakfast forever, he decided and it was the idea that, as of yet undecided amount of time they'll be together, had him rumbling in his chest purring heavily. Which, in turn, made his throat vibrate and that in turn probably had some interesting side effects on his tongue, which he lapped at Reva with like a starving man, eager to make her peak. He wanted to hear it, so he worked hard.
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To be honest there was a tiny part of her inside that was surprised he kept true to his word, that he was actually so eager to do this. She never usually expected this kind of thing from someone, ever. Not that she had a whole helluva lot of time to dwell on that though, because he agreed to her wish pretty quickly before she felt his fingers already inside of her, and fuck if she wasn't desperate and hungry for it.
Perhaps she could be considered lucky for being not entirely human; she had no idea what kind of demon her father had been, but whatever he was he'd graced her with a couple of things, one of those being the fact that she tasted intoxicatingly sweet. Perhaps a little more unlucky, she was so extremely sensitive right now, and Beau's skills so far felt amazing so soon after she'd orgasmed earlier, that she might not last long on this wish at all.
It was such a simple thing, but feeling his warm tongue sliding against her throbbing clit and the heat of his needy breaths against her as his fingers slid so deep inside of her, right now it felt like the most mind-numbingly amazing thing in the world, and it was only going to get better from here as her body continued to push her into the full swing of her heat. Tomorrow would be even more intense, and the day after that, and so on and so forth.
She didn't bother holding back any of the sounds that naturally started to escape her; pants, soft gasps and little moans as he found her most sensitive spots that made her body tremble as she grabbed fistfuls of his hair, having to put all of her focus and effort into being a good girl and staying still for him, rather than grinding down on him like she so desperately wanted to.
Reva blushed harder when he pulled back for a moment and licked her essence off of his soaked fingers, her breath hitching as she smirked in response, her words a little mangled by her moans. "W-Well, look at you be a good boy... Glad you like it because that's all f-for you,~" She wasn't lying. It was because of him she was like this, and she had every intention of holding him fully responsible for it.
His purring only made matters worse (or better), the rumbling in his chest vibrating all the way up into her core, and between that and his skills she couldn't last much longer as he struck the same sensitive spots over and over again, the muscles in her body coiling and tensing as she got closer, her sweet moans growing louder until she hit her peak. Her back arched as she threw her head back, a beautiful display with the curvature of her slender neck and her breasts, her hand still holding tight in Beau's hair as she came, crying out his name as her body was locked up in intense waves of pleasure that left her trembling as soon as her muscles could release, panting desperately for air.
It seemed that with every orgasm it just got worse. A few moments of brief relief and then she was painfully aware of how hard she was throbbing, how wet and desperately open she was, and how she felt like she was burning up from her womb all the way up to her ear tips.
She moved herself down to sit back against his hips, feeling Beau's hard length pushing against her as she reached back and grabbed it through his pants, licking her lips as she leaned down and pressed kisses along his abdomen, giving a careful and playful bite to one of his nipples, and following that up with a stream of nips along his skin that led up to his collarbone. As she worked her way up she let both of her hands slide up his sides, and just when she got to his face she pressed a last kiss under his jawline before sitting up a little, smirking down at him.
"Wish number two: you're not allowed to move or come until I say so."
As she spoke she reached up and caught a soft chiffon scarf she'd brought over from her room with her powers; she'd worn it just the other day while sightseeing here in Aedolis, so it had her scent all over it, not quite as strong, but that wasn't the point. She held it in between her hands, and when he raised his head she slipped it on over his eyes and tied it--now he was actually blind. If he was going crazy with his lack of psychic powers, not being able to see on top of it could potentially do him in. Potentially.
She let her fingertips glide down his arms as she grabbed his wrists and pulled them up above his head, nipping playfully at one of his earlobes as she then transferred the power to her telekinesis and held his wrists there that way, while she used her hands and her mouth and slowly started working her way back down his torso. As she got to his naval she sat up, and he would be able to hear the sound of cloth shifting as she pulled off her top and left herself completely naked and exposed on top of him--and he couldn't see a damn thing. She let her fingernails trail up over his abdomen, touching and scratching him so lightly the touches might have tickled him, while she watched with a hungry satisfaction as his body naturally reacted to her every move.
She kept everything deliberately slow--she had every intention of torturing him, of driving him almost mad with need, that was her second wish. And as she worked her way back up his body again, this time seemed to go even slower than the last, as she let her lips hover just over his skin, breaths soft and hot, as she varied her affections from kisses to biting, scratching, and a bit of massage as she held herself up with one hand by his shoulder. The other slowly snaked its way back down as she lowered herself on him just enough he'd feel the tips of her breasts brushing against him as she gave his hip a squeeze and slowly, inch by inch, dragged her fingertips over his pelvis until she reached the tight crotch of his pants.
With nimble fingertips she unbuttoned them and pulled him out, setting him free from the constraints, giving him the softest, feathery stroke from the underside of his base all the way up to his tip... And then smoothing her hand along his abdomen again, working her way back up as she lowered her head, breath hot against his neck as she kissed it.
"Convince me why I should let you fuck me. In riveting detail, if you don't mind.~"
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Beautiful.
Beau's breath tightened in his chest when she came, his eyes on her and he didn't even squeeze his eyes shut in pain when she pulled on his hair. As much as he wouldn't admit it, his scalp had always been on the silly side of sensitive and she had been doing a number on it. Still, the pain on his scalp was nothing compared to the pain of his dick stuffed into his pants. While Reva was poised above him, panting, pulling at his hair, his ears twitched and he licked his lips. One last hungry look at Reva and he let his hands rest on her thighs, thumbs drifting over her thighs in hopefully soothing motions.
Of course, she had to go and tease him and Beauregard's pupils snapped into hard little slits and he looked at her like she were tasty prey instead of a tasty snack and he had to ease breath out of himself. He was going to go crazy. He was going to go crazy and it was this girls fault and he was going to help her. His lower lip was sucked between his teeth and he blinked sparingly to watch Reva as she nibbled and nipped her way up his chest. It was the wrong way, he thought, sucking in a breath and wanting to tip his face down so the kiss was to his lips.
No luck though and he just blinked at Reva.
Beau bit back a snarl, regretting his little Three Wishes BS. God. What had he been thinking? Well, he'd been thinking she wouldn't use them all up immediately and this newest one. He'd already jerked it twice and he was probably making a wet spot on his jeans from pre-come. What kind of cruel mistress was she being? Beau did his best to keep his breathing under control and like a good little captive he let her cover his eyes. The whole placed smelled sweet like her and every breath just made him worse. With his vision gone his ears were moving a little more erratically.
His hands were moving and he gave a shift of his hips. Beau didn't really understand what was going on. Was she tying him up to slit his throat? There was a few moments of internal struggle, his hands froze just slightly above his head but... Everything here was against his training. Blind folded, about to get his hands tied up - at least that's what it seemed like. Beau's heartbeat picked up, not because of arousal, but because of panic. What if she was the enemy?
What if this was a trick?
Beau went eerily calm for a few moments, getting too wrapped up in the scent of heat and sex and... That was all he could smell. He knew if there were others here he'd smell them. A foul tang to the sweet of Reva. While it seemed like an eternity, Beau let out a little puff of breath and let her push his hands back properly, tie them up with... Psychic?ness? He smirked slightly at that. For being untrained she was decent at it and Beau had to compliment her skills. Fine tuned.
Now.
The moment of panic had dimmed his arousal somewhat but, Reva was quick to perk it back up, his mouth open ever so slightly that the glint of his sharp teeth could be pressed against his lower lip where he chewed on it to keep his voice down. His ears twitched at the sound of fabric and he shifted his hips ever so slightly before he remembered her rules. No moving. His fingers clenched though and he sucked in a breath when she moved lower. Each nip making goose flesh prickle over him.
Then her hand was on his dick and he let out a gasp, biting his tongue and giving a heavy little pant. "Reva," He growled, the tease had been just mean and he knew his dick was probably twitching, rock hard and more than eager to play along. Another twitch of his ears when she spoke and he didn't bother clearing his throat of his purr and she'd be able to feel it all through his chest. "Riveting detail?"
No moving. It was hard not to. She was so close to press a kiss to, her body heat and scent were intoxicating and he licked his lips, "Because my tongue and finger's won't be enough." What else? Now would be a good time to be a scholar and not a muscle head - not that he wasn't smart, he was just straight forward. "Because as long as this heat of yours lasts I'm going to be ready and willing and eager to fulfill your needs. Fuck you into the floor and make you scream when you come and then do it again and again and again." He purred, imagining just that before he grinned wide, showing off those sharp teeth of his, "You picked yourself the best man to have around during a heat," He purred and his tail began to make impatient movements off the couch, flailing up and down, "Your own person sex kitten. Now, fuck me," He demanded, feeling pre-come drip to his belly.
-
Reva was no mind reader by any means; she couldn't hear his thoughts, and wouldn't have been able to no matter how loud he internally screamed and shouted. Telepathy was something she had been completely born without. But, most cases she didn't need it--like right now, she could tell as he went eerily still, his breathing evening out a little too much that he was thinking too much.
Of course, all those years of hard training to get to be a Pilot wouldn't be for nothing.
She let out a little chuckle as he got back into it though, answering her prompt and then having the balls to demand something of her when he was the one held down, tied up. She had been biting and sucking, leaving marks along his neck and collarbone as he spoke, but when he made that demand of her she stopped and slowly sit up, licking her lips as she brought her hands up to his chest and smirked down at him, even though he couldn't see it.
"If I wanted to kill you, I'd have done it back in The Midhaven." She said suddenly, giving him nothing but the blunt and brutal honesty in this case. "When you were at your weakest, and where it would be the easiest to hide your body."
He didn't seem to have the slightest clue who she really was or what she did for a living--he had no reason to. He didn't seem the type to be involved in the world of ships, spacecraft, or especially weaponry, and those were the only places he'd have potentially recognized her name from. Galley La was known for their innovative and ground-breaking designs: fast, strong and durable ships for anything from military grade to professional racing, and Reva was the second biggest name in their company as their head designer and top engineer next to Belliel, the owner.
Of course someone from Aedolis wouldn't have the slightest clue who she was. Just as she didn't know a single thing about him, either, other than he'd been on the video programming this morning. It was as refreshing for her as it was for him, she was sure.
She let her hands slide up his body to gently hold his head, softly running fingers through his hair and caressing his jawline as she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, letting out a heated breath into his mouth as she let her tongue trace along those fangs of his.
"You got ahead of yourself, kitten." She cooed when she pulled away, reaching back and grasping his firm length in her hand while her free hand let her fingertips tickle and play around his naval and abs. "I'm not going to give you what you want if you're rude about it, so you get this instead." She squeezed him as she said it, sliding her thumb over the wet tip of his cock before she slid her hand down his shaft, agonizingly slowly, until she reached his base, and then went back up again, enjoying torturing him perhaps a bit too much.
"If you beg I might just forgive you.~" As the words fell from her mouth she moved her hand a little faster, making it pleasurable, making it feel good of course, but it wasn't what he really wanted and she damn well knew it.
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Another twitch of his ears and Beau's breath hitched when she spoke.
Honesty was always something he took for granted. It was hard not to be honest to someone when they could flay your mind open if the answer you gave them wasn't quite good enough. Beau could appreciate her honesty. If she had wanted to kill him, she was right. She could have done it while he was passed out. Should have, if she had a mind to.
It would take a great deal of effort.
He wanted to tell her to not... Tell him anything. Not let him know anything. The only memories any of them would find would be, well. Him tongue deep and dick deep in a woman for his entire extended disappearance. They wouldn't be found in the lead room and no doubt they'd just be searching for him in the Midhaven. Beau's mind drifted slightly, but then he felt lips on his own and he wanted to pull her down for more. Hands were tied up though.
"Reva," He purred, sucking in a breath when he finally got a little bit of what he wanted.
Just a little bit.
"Reva," He growled, "Please?" It was obviously a question, his voice strained. It was good but it wasn't enough and he needed enough of he was going to shrivel up and die. Not really but.... It felt like it, "I don't know how to beg, but... Can you fuck me, please?" That was begging, right? Or was that a request? Beau was torn between growling and purring and he eventually just swallowed all the noises and clenched his fists. This woman was evil and she still had one wish left.
They hadn't even finished this wish.
His tail refused to comply with the 'don't move' rule and flicked in irritation against the couch, occasionally lending a thumping noise to the purrs and moans.
-
If it hadn't been made clear already, it certainly was now that Beauregard was definitely not used to not getting his way when it came to sex. He was so very obviously spoiled, so used to people bending and giving him whatever he wanted, all probably because he was a Pilot. That, and he was very attractive, of course.
So he wasn't the greatest when it came to begging but it was still cute, she still heard the desperation and the whine in his voice, pleading with her to just let him have this. For a moment she cursed her shortness, because she so desperately wanted to lean forward and kiss him while she jerked him off, so he could moan into her mouth while he came, her own personal little sex kitten. She loved that idea. Adored it, even.
But as much as she loved torturing him, she'd have been lying if she said she didn't want it just as bad, and he was just so fucking cute when he pleaded with her like that. She couldn't resist it, but she was still going to tease him when she gave him what he wanted.
"Good boy, you tried. I guess I'll have to teach you later what real begging sounds like.~"
She left his blindfold on, kept his hands restrained, as she let go of his needy, throbbing length and moved down a little bit further until her hips were just above him as she took his member and guided it to her entrance, close enough he could probably feel the heat radiating from her body, but just out of reach for them to touch yet.
"Remember, you're still not allowed to move." At this point she knew she was asking a lot of him, but she wanted to see for herself just how much self restraint he had, or if he would just go crazy--she was fine with either option because each held its own entertainment value.
She lowered her hips down and guided him in, gasping and moaning at how easily he fit inside of her as she let herself sink down on him up to his base. But she made sure to keep it as slow as possible, taking him in inch by tantalizing inch until he was fully hilted and throbbing in her wet heat. She had to reach up and bite her knuckles to help her focus and choke back a needy moan, because just doing that made her whole body tremble, it felt like she was on fire and he already felt so fucking good and she hadn't even started moving her hips yet--but when she did, slowly rolling them on him she couldn't hold back that moan, and it was absolutely drenched in pleasure.
The best part was that he couldn't see a bloody thing--he couldn't see her when she took him in, couldn't see the blush on her face or the look of ecstasy as she rode him. All he had available to him were his senses of smell, taste, hearing and touch. So she made sure to not hold back too many moans and whimpers, and moved nice and slow on him, her other hand resting on his hip, fingertips digging a little bit into his skin as she had to put more and more of her focus on keeping the steady pace to torture them both instead of riding him like an animal like she so desperately wanted to. And, as a result of her focusing so hard on that, her focus on keeping his hands bound was slipping, bit by excruciating bit.
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Not allowed to move.
Beau's hands tightened into fists while she moved above him and he felt his breath hitch and his dick throb. Still blinded he could only hear and feel, her sweetness already filled his senses and Beau had to gnaw on his lower lip while she slowly, painfully slowly sank down upon him. No moving. His hands tensed and his chest tightened. He wanted to buck. He wanted to hold her down and bruise her ass with his hips but...
He could play fair.
Besides, she probably wanted him to lose control.
A steady breath and he gave a little nod of understanding to her instructions. No moving. Sort of. Of course he gasped and moaned. Breath hitching and coming out in soft wooshes when she moved against him. His finger nails dug into his palms and the force of it cut his skin, the iron tang of blood filled his nose, mixing dangerously with the sweet of her need. One hand moved to hold his wrist back while the other dug into the flesh of his palm.
Beau was so focussed on not moving he didn't even notice her control of his wrists slipping. That and desperately trying to hold on and not come too soon. He wanted to impress the girl and he'd do a bad job of that if he was a two-pump-chump. "Ride yourself out, Darlin'," He growled out, his voice rumbling through his chest, hands pulled behind his head. Every time he wanted to rock his hips he simply bit his lip and he tried to keep his breathing calm and steady, "I'd really like to watch you though," His voice was growly still and he clenched his fists again. She was so tight and wonderful. A hot needy glove to fit around him and he knew eventually his need would give out but... There was all week for that. Now, they had a game to play and damn if he was gonna lose.
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As much as Reva went around claiming that she didn't care about other people, that she didn't give a damn about the human race, sometimes her actions might prove otherwise. She was half demon, what kind of demon she didn't know, but the fact still stood, and that was the part of her she had explored the least. She knew it was there, but she avoided it like the plague, as if she was trying to keep up a facade of being a normal mortal being, like part of her still might've wanted to fit in.
So naturally it was the part of her she had the least control over.
Usually it wasn't a problem, but when he broke the skin of his own hands and the scent of blood tinged the air, she picked up on it. Without realizing it, she was leaning forward, her hands smoothing their way up Beau's body as she rested her forehead against his chest, her muscles clenching and squeezing him tighter as she rode him a little harder and faster, the scent of his blood making her hungry. It stirred up a burning feeling in the core of her being, like she was starving and wanted to sink her teeth into him while she fucked him, like she was some kind of primitive animal.
A primal moan escaped her, turning into a growl and then a slight snicker. "Yeah, I bet you'd love to see." She snarled as she let her hips rise up, almost leaving him before taking him back in all the way as a breathy gasp escaped her. Every inch of him felt so hot and feverish, every centimeter of her core so sensitive it felt amazing.
She glanced up as he held one hand down at the wrist, and she saw the few drops of blood welling up in the nail-shaped marks and she lost it. She suddenly pulled the blindfold off of him, something dangerous glinting in those pink eyes of hers as the force that was holding down his wrists disappeared altogether.
"You've been good, so I'll end this wish early. You can move--and I'll save my third wish for later." She leaned in, their lips brushing against each other as she looked into his eyes and smirked.
"Do whatever you want."
-
Mostly all Beau wanted to do was twitch his ears, twitch his tail and fuck Reva within an inch of her life. Wring her out like a cloth. Leave her tired and panting and unable to move or twitch. It was her heating talking, he knew that. There was nothing else for his mind to focus on. With his abilities muted that left a whole wealth of well used brain-meat left to do nothing but focus on the woman on his lap.
When she rose up and she almost left him he gave a needy whimper, a grump trill and a warning growl. His ears pinned back, mouth open slightly before he bit down on his lower lip, almost hard enough for his sharp teeth to break through the skin.
Suddenly there was light and through the haze of the red lust he could focus on the tiny pale thing above him. Beau felt himself grow hotted, flushed. He wiggled his fingers slightly, forgetting the cuts he'd made on his palms. He could move. Save third wish for later. Yeah whatever. "Fuck you're beautiful," He panted, his tail twitching under him before he gave a little jerk upwards of his hips and moving his hands. First they were at her knees, drawing gently up her thighs, along her sides. His hands cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples curiously.
Unfortunately, his forgetfulness of his palms meant he'd smeared his blood up her sides and he looked at it, breathing heavy. Beau calmed himself, unmoving. His thumbs rubbed against her nipples in circles while he gazed at her before he let his hand move down, one hand holding her side and the other placing his thumb against her clit. However, once he'd moved his other hand to her hip, he held her down against him, hilted. Another pant, his head tipped back and he jerked his hips up impulsively as surely as his fangs sunk into his lower lip to keep any noises at bay.
"I think you should ride yourself out," he growled, licking the blood from his lip, "You're going to come on my cock like this," He instructed, voice gravely, "And then I'm going to take you over every surface in this room until we pass out from exhaustion." His thumb moved against her while he spoke before he half sat up and half pulled her down to press his mouth against a breast and suckle against her eagerly. Beauregard pulled away, looking up at her, hair stuck to his temples, cheeks flushed, pupils wide, "Any problems?'
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"Fuck you're beautiful,"
It wasn't a compliment she heard very often; usually her abrasive personality tended to put anybody who might've appreciated her aesthetically right off, a fact she was usually well aware of. It wasn't often that she came across a guy who said it outright, without a single care for sounding too 'mushy' or whatever. It made her heart skip a beat, made her head clear of that lusty pink and red fog for just a moment, her cheeks flushing as she realized his eyes were on her and the situation they were in, how she was entirely vulnerable right now, and then he jerked his hips and she let out a whimper, the sensation of it pulling her right back in.
The scent of his blood grew stronger as he smeared it over her pale white skin and she shuddered with a moan as his thumbs grazed her nipples while she obediently started raising and lowering her hips on him again, feeling him sliding inside of her and grazing every sensitive inch of her core. It was so much stimulation her brain barely knew how to take it or what to do with it, other than make her an absolute mess for him.
He slammed his hips upward and held her down firm against him and she let out a desperate cry, the feeling of him striking against one of her most sensitive spots bringing her so close to the edge and yet stopping there as he forced her still for a moment, and then jerked his hips again.
The way he ordered her sent a shudder coursing up and down her body, hearing the absolute authority he held over her in this moment because he the one giving her absolutely everything she wanted. And while a tiny part of her didn't think it was fair, forgetting that she technically held the same weighty implications for him, she also couldn't have cared less. He was going to take her over every surface in this room? She couldn't help the wolfish grin that spread across her features, flashing only for a brief second before it was interrupted by a moan as he rubbed his thumb against her clit and she started to follow his instructions, riding him dutifully and whimpering the whole way.
Any problems? "N-No sir," She managed with a smirk as she rode him harder, her hands braced on his shoulders as she panted and huffed above him, the light sheen of sweat shining on her skin as she moved under the dim lighting.
Fuck, a shudder rolled through her body and she clenched tighter around him, biting her lip and moaning desperately as she held back the urge to orgasm just a moment longer, her movements slowing just a moment before she went right back to it, squeezing him tighter as she slammed her hips harder against him, the feeling of him striking against her walls driving her fucking nuts until she finally couldn't hold it back anymore and came around him with her mouth pressed to his chest where she'd been feverishly kissing him. Her entire body tensed and shuddered, her cry of his name quickly toning down to a series of whines and whimpers as she panted hard and fought to get her breath back. The satisfaction would only last for maybe a few minutes, she knew, and she didn't bother to remove herself from him.
As far as she was concerned he had total control right now, and as she lifted her gaze to look at him it was clear in her pink hues that she was far from finished with him, her grin showing off her sharp canines as she nipped and licked at his chest and collar bone, tasting the salt of his sweat and shivering again.
"Proposition--not every surface in this room. Every surface in the entire apartment."