Editing Venus' Burn (section)

==The Part Where They Fuck==

“Lord Vulkan?” I asked hurriedly.

“She’s in her room, questioning her own judgment, if she has any sense,” he growled, while Misja looked on admonishingly.

“What happened?  She sounded pretty hurt when she talked to me,” I said.

“Did she show you the second level basement?” Vulkan asked heavily.

“Second…?  No, she just showed me the smithy,” I said truthfully.

“Yeah.  OK.  Well.  I’ll let her do the talking,” Vulkan said, jerking his head at the stairwell.

I didn’t even stop to bow.  I nodded my thanks, walked up the stairs to her room, and knocked.

“Ugh.”  I took that for a ‘come in.’

As soon as I walked in and shut the door, the huge holo on the far wall muted.  Venus was lying stomach down in the middle of the massive bed, wearing a pair of running shorts and a sports bra.  She had her head propped up on her hands on a pillow, staring at the holo glumly.  “Hey, baby, glad you could make it,” she said stirring a bit and managing a faint grin.

“Any time.  What happened?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Well…I got dumb,” she said miserably.  “The party’s tonight, right?  I wanted to show off a bit.”  I looked at her bare back, and spotted a stripe of deep gray scars against her onyx skin, running from about halfway across her right flank across her back, turning just before her spine.  The scar curved down below the base of her spine and stopped abruptly.

“Show off what?  Scar tissue?” I asked incredulously.

“Well…yes,” she said.  She planted her face on her hands and sighed.  “It’s a Salamander tradition.  Every Space Marine Legion has some form of honor tradition, some kind of mark that represents personal service or valor.  The Ultramarines use service studs, the Iron Hands use bionics, the Space Wolves use tattoos, Salamanders use branding.”

“Branding,” I echoed.  I looked back at the skin of her back with fresh eyes.  The line across her back was perfectly straight and even, well-cauterized.

“Yeah.  A true Salamander is completely immune to heat damage short of a melta.  I guess I’m not,” she said quietly.

“Not what?  Immune to heat?  Or a Salamander?” I asked in alarm.

“Take your pick,” she said in the same tone as before.

“Hey, come on, don’t think like that,” I said, trying to shore her up.  “You’re a Primarch’s daughter, you’re more than a normal Space Marine could be.”

“Except, it seems, when it comes to heat resistance,” she quipped.  Okay, she wasn’t depressed, just sad.

I leaned over her shoulders and kissed the nape of her neck.  She sighed faintly.  “I’m sorry you got hurt, hon.”

“Thanks.”  She sighed again, apparently bracing for something.  “I didn’t show you the second basement.  It’s a branding shrine.  I didn’t want the priests from the Salamanders base here on Terra to have to bother, so I just did it myself.”

“And that-”

“Turned out poorly, yeah,” she finished for me.  I just sat there, not knowing what to say.  After a sec, she turned off the silent holo and buried her face in the pillow.  “What the hell.  Why did I do it?”

“Uh…you said you wanted to show off,” I said weakly.

“Yeah.  Yeah.  Fuck.”  She ground her hands into her eyes and groaned.  “Well, I heard Petra was getting a new tattoo, and I guess I wanted to one-up her.”

“Since when do you care what she thinks about how you look?” I asked, sitting cross-legged next to her on the bed and tossing my shoes over by the door.

“I don’t know.  Dad already read me the riot act,” she said.  She didn’t sound resentful, though, just sad.  “Like I needed him to tell me that this was dumb as hell.”

“Well…I’m glad you’re not angry.  With him, or yourself,” I said.

“Yeah…” she stared off into space for another minute.  “Hey, can you grab me that cup?” she pointed at a small glass of water on her nightstand, next to a pair of generic pill bottles.  “And get me one each of those?”

“Sure.”  I passed her the cup and the bottles, and she popped a tablet from each before washing them down.  “Painkillers?”

“One of them,” she said, handing them back.  I glanced at the labels, but I didn’t know what the terminology meant.  After a second, she sighed and sat up, still facing away from me.  “Better.”  She sat on her heels and leaned the non-scorched part of her back against my right side.


I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, trying not to touch the burned part.  She leaned into me and slid her eyes shut, grabbing my free hand and planting it on the one encircling her shoulders.  “Thanks for coming over, Jake.  I really needed to talk to someone who wasn’t going to yell at me,” she said distantly.

I leaned my head against hers and just held her.  “That’s what I’m here for.”  I felt the faint heat from her eyes return as they opened again.  She turned her head a bit and smiled.

“Look at you.”

“Huh?”

“You’re redder than my eyes, Jake.”

“Can you blame me?” I muttered.  She signed dramatically.

“I…SUPPOSE not,” she said, all melodrama.  She craned her head back at me and kissed me, slow and gentle.  “Though I also needed your help with something,” she said playfully a moment later.

“What?”

She grabbed a little green bottle off the headboard and passed it to me.  “Can you get this on the burn?  It hurts like hell.”

“Oh, sure,” I said.  It was a tube of aloe.  She turned and lay down flat on the bed as I opened it up, and sat down next to her again.  I poured a bit out on my hands and started working it in.  She hissed in a breath and glared daggers ta me over her shoulder.

“Ffffffuuuck, that HURTS,” she said tightly.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Yeah, I know, just…not so hard, OK, it stings like crazy,” she managed.  I slowed down a bit, and her shoulders unclenched a fraction.  “Man, that hurts.”

“Can’t be that bad,” I joked.

“If it hurt more, I would black out,” Venus groused, her face rammed between two pillows.

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” I said, rubbing the crease as gently as I could.  The frigid green lubricant on my fingers was supposed to be soothing her back, though it apparently wasn’t working on her temper.

“Could have fooled me,” she said, fisting the sheets with a whimper.

After a few torturous more minutes, I finished up and washed off.  I came back to find her in the same pose, staring at the blank wall behind her headboard.  I sat back down and grabbed her hand.

“Feel a bit better?”

“A little.  Can you just rub my back a bit?  I’m still really tense.”

“Sure.”  I eased my hands over her back and started in.  She kept talking.

“I guess I shouldn’t try showing off like that anymore.  You would have liked it, though,” she said, grinning against the pillow.

“Yeah?  What were you going for?” I asked.

“I was going to do a flame pattern.  Would have ended…here,” she said, tapping her back below the bra strap.  She unhooked it and tugged it off, tossing it in the hamper by the door.

“Yeah, I would have liked that a lot,” I said with a grin.  I slid my hands across the freshly-vacated stripe of her skin, letting her natural warmth soak into my fingers.

Venus let out a contented sigh as I worked the clenched muscles of her back.  “Mmm…that’s much better.  Keep going.  Down a bit, it doesn’t hurt the scar.”  I slid my hands down her back, digging my fingers in.

“Does that hurt?”

“Mmm…hell no.  More.”  She grabbed another pillow and shoved it under her waist, elevating her butt nicely.

“Performance Art, starring Lady Venus’ Ass,” I quipped.  “Should go and stick you in the museum.”  I gave her a squeeze and she yelped, slapping my hand away.

“Hey!  Quit that shit, now,” she said, glaring bright red at me over her shoulder.

I put on the tone of an exasperated doctor.  “Now now, you’re bedridden and I’m administering a treatment.  Protest all you want, I know what’s best for you.”

“Sure you do,” she said, trying to hide a grin.  She failed, and ran her tongue over her lips.  “Well, if you have to, get to it.”

“Subtle.”  I scooted down a few inches and dug my hands into her thighs, easing the tension out.  “Thank goodness you’re a swimmer, Venus.  You have the nicest legs I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, I’m not one to brag,” she said, all nonchalance.  The effect was undermined somewhat by the sudden rise in her voice at the end of the statement as I slid a hand up her inner thigh, tracing the edge of her quad.

“Brag?  No, you’re nicer than that.  You know when to just sit back and let art flow over you,” I deadpanned, working my thumb into a muscle knot on her calf.

“Art, nothing,” she said, clenching her teeth as I worked the knot out.  “Ngh, that’s nice.  Do the other one.”

“As ordered.”  I put action to words, standing up halfway to straddle her legs, then running my thumbs up the sides of her calves.

“That…feels so good,” she said lazily, crossing her arms under her chest and looking back at me.  “You could make a career out of this, no kidding.”

“Well if that whole ‘science’ thing doesn’t pan out, this’ll be my backup,” I nodded.

“Sign me up,” she giggled.  Her eyes dimmed and slid shut as I worked my hands up north, pressing my palms flat against her quads until my fingertips slid under the cuffs of her shorts.  “Hey, where’re you headed, there?”

“Nowhere special,” I said dismissively.  She gaped at me indignantly.

“ ‘Nowhere special?’  You are a JERK,” she grumped, then rolled halfway onto her non-burned side.  “Get up here.”

I froze for a sec, but unlocked my knees and waddled up to where she was lying.  She grabbed my belt and tugged me down alongside her, snuggling herself up alongside me.  “’Nowhere special.’  We’ll see.”

“Well, I’m open to being proved wrong,” I said, probably grinning like an idiot.  “I’m magnanimous like that.”  She slid her arm around my waist and pulled me flush, pressing her breasts flat against my chest and lacing her legs between mine.  I slid both arms around her, slipping my fingers along the back of her head, breathing her in and holding her.  She made a little sound of approval against my lips and navigated my hands back down to her breasts, depositing them there.

I swallowed, hard.  Hard enough for her to tell.  She pulled back a bit and smiled at me under half-closed eyes.  “Well, my front side needs attention too…it’s just so hard to lie down on my back like this.  You don’t mind?”  Well, two could play at that game.

“Well, I suppose not.”  I half-shrugged.  “We’ll find out.”  Of course I was nervous as hell, even though I really shouldn’t have been – it was VENUS for fucks’ sake, if I could trust any girl on Terra it was her – but who wouldn’t have been?

Well, bless her soul, she could tell how nervous I was, and she was trying to help.  That’s why I love her to death, she would never have taken my hesitation and bluffing against herself.  Or me.

Venus shifted a bit, pushed me onto my back, and followed me over, lying flat on my chest, legs outside mine.  She was looking a bit breathless herself at this point, and she stared down at me, the fire rekindling in her eyes a little.  “Try this,” she whispered, rising up a bit.  I slid my hands up her muscular stomach, cupping her breasts and massaging.  Her eyes slid back shut and she arched her back, then flinched as her burn twisted.  I started to pull my hands back, but she grabbed my wrists and pushed them right back.  “Keep going…”

“You OK?” I asked, my voice a bit dry.  I was sweating by then, from her heat, and my own nerves.

“Never better.  It was just my back.  Just keep going.  Use your thumbs a bit…yeah, there,” she breathed, just enjoying it as I rubbed my thumbs over her taut little nipples.  “Ngh…that’s it.  That feels good…”  She leaned back forward, sliding her hands down my arms to my shoulders, and started very slowly rocking her crotch across mine.

“Whoa, don’t do that,” I managed.  “I’ll have to change.”

“I care, like, so much,” she said heavily, her voice getting a little deeper.  She opened her eyes and stared down at me hungrily.  They were ABLAZE.  “Pick up the pace a bit.”

“Well, since you asked,” I smirked.  I put my hands back to work, and somehow we fell into it.  She pushed down on me a little harder, and my hands just found the pace, massaging and teasing her until we were moving in sync.  She was getting louder, too, her soft moans turning eager, urgent.

Just watching that, seeing my love’s body react like that, react to me and what I was doing, was gratifying in a way I couldn’t have even predicted.  And, I’m proud to report, she was having a grand old time herself.

“…This is really…intense,” she said faintly, breathing hard.  She looked like she had just come back from a workout, exercise shorts and all.  A bead of sweat trickled down the contours of her abs, working its way down to her waist.

“Yeah…God, you’re so fucking hot,” I said, drinking in the sight of her grinding on me, tits all nice and perky from my touch.  The light from her eyes raced up my chest to my face, then up the headboard as she closed them.  The sight of her rock-solid stomach sliding over me like that was hypnotic.  I wanted to reach up and touch her more, slide my hands and my tongue over every bit of her statuesque body, taste and take and hold and devour, every fucking inch.  My hands tightened involuntarily on her breasts, and her own hands gripped my arms tighter as a hissed breath escaped her mouth.


“Mmm…”  She rocked her shoulders back a little and pressed herself against my hands, licking her lips.  “I needed this…I needed you to do this to me… oh…oh, fuck,” she said suddenly.  I saw those lovely swimmer’s abs tighten up a bit.  I smirked up at her again, flush with sudden confidence.

“Well, that’s a good sign,” I said, running a hand down to rest over her stomach, and felt her tighten again.  “You think you could come from this?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” she moaned faintly.

I grinned and sat up, suddenly tugging her flush against me again.  “All right then, go for it.”  She gasped at the sudden change of balance, but didn’t try to move.  I slid an arm around her neck and pulled her in, kissed her with all the strength I had, weeks of my own tension disappearing.  “Let me see if I can hurry it along,” I growled against her mouth.  Venus melted against me, sliding her tongue into my mouth as I opened it, and groaning…loud.  I ran my other hand down to where she was still slowly rubbing herself against me and cupped my hand, rubbing my fingers against the hot, wet stripe down the bottom of her shorts.

She moaned again, snaking both hands around my waist and pulling.  She wasn’t just rocking her hips now, she was sliding her entire front up and down, getting herself off on me as her nipples rubbed against my shirt.  After a few seconds, she suddenly broke the kiss and pressed her head against my shoulder, her limbs tightening around me, hard.  I ran my tongue under her ear, letting her body do its magic.  After a few seconds, she relaxed until she nearly fell off me, and pulled back, looking at me in a daze.  “Well…that felt great,” she managed, before dissolving into giggles.  She shakily climbed off me, and flopped back down on her stomach.  I dropped down next to her and propped my head up.

“How ya feelin’?” I asked casually.

She giggled again.  She was a picture, right then, my Venus, laughing like a little kid, practically glowing, head to toe.  Well, apart from her eyes, which actually were.  “I’m pretty okay, right now, actually,” she said, snuggling back up against me.  “Yourself?”

“Well, I’ve got a raging erection, and the front of my pants are a little wet, but other than that, I’m just fine,” I said.  I looked her up and down, and slid my arm under hers, pulling her forehead up against my chest.  She exhaled, sounding relieved.  “Hey, how’s your back?  I didn’t hurt it?”

“No, it’s fine, the pill kicked in.”  She propped her head up on her elbow and gazed right back at me, those beautiful, endless red eyes a few inches away from mine.  “Hey…thanks.  You have no idea how bad I needed that.  God, I was shaking like a little girl.”  I leaned up an inch or two and kissed her on the forehead.

“Well, I’m glad.”  I didn’t really have much else to say; the last thing I wanted to do now was go too fast.  Like I said, she was perceptive that way, though, and she was way ahead of me.

“Take it off.  The shirt, it’s in the way,” she said, grabbing the hem and lifting.  I obliged, pulling the tee shirt off and tossing it off the bed.  “Much better,” she said happily.  I kept going, pulling my belt out and tugging the rest of my clothes off.  She watched, with that same hungry look in her eyes.  Her gaze wandered down to my dick and lingered.  She reached out to touch it, and ran her fingers along it, curling and stroking.

“Aahhhh…baby, don’t do that, I’m right at the edge,” I said, catching her wrist.  She shook me off and kept going, squeezing a bit when her hand reached the head.

Well, that was IT.  Her little grinding session had pushed me way the hell up before, and that sent me right over the cliff.  My eyes rolled shut and I leaned forward, locking my hands on her arm for balance.  A wave of raw, animal pleasure splashed through me, better than any orgasm I’d ever felt before.  I could feel my fingers and toes curling reflexively, and I groaned, completely out of control for an instant.  I felt the rush, and I opened my eyes to see my cum leaking down her arm in a stream, pooling on her side before trickling down over her breasts.


If you ever say there’s anything hotter than that, you’re lying.

I let go of her arm and rocked back on my heels, almost falling over as my joints turned to water.  She grinned at me without moving, a narrow, lustful grin that nearly got me hard again by itself.  After a second, she reached up and grabbed a tissue out of the box on the headboard and dried herself off, before I accidentally ruined the bedspread.

She sat up and gingerly settled back on her own heels, mirroring me.  “From the look you had on your face, I’d say you liked that,” she said softly, the red flame in her eyes dancing.

I tilted my head forward as the fatigue hit.  “You can’t imagine it, baby.  That…was amazing.  I’ve never come like that.  Ever.”  She reached forward and slid her hands under my chin, pulling my head back up to meet her eyes.  She sat there, smiling faintly, before inching forward on her knees until her legs interlaced with mine.  She slid forward, trapping my dick between us, and pulled me into a kiss.  After a moment, she broke it and lay back down on her stomach with a contented sigh.  I made to lie back down next to her, but she stopped me.

“Where are you going?” she asked, her eyes half-closed.

“Nowhere,” I said, running my hand down her back, careful not to touch her scar.

“Good.  You’re not done.”

“Yeah?  You got something more in mind for me?” I asked.  I leaned over her and pushed her hair to one side, then ran the tip of my tongue across the nape of her neck.

“Mmm…that tickles…”  I grinned to myself and followed the line I had drawn with my finger, eliciting a shiver.  “Yeah…I have an idea.”  She reached down past me and shucked the running shorts and the panties beneath them.  I leaned back slowly.

“I like your idea.  Very much.  But, ah, you wouldn’t happen to have-”

“Protection?” she finished.  “Yeah.  The other pill.  I’ve been on it for weeks.  No more playing around.”  She smiled at me in the darkness.  “Help yourself.  Fuck me crazy.”

I sat back and admired the view.  The room was dark without the holo going, but the light was still on, dimly, and the faint outline of her night-black skin was intoxicating, beautiful.  I ran my eyes over her whole body and saw what I had seen every night for days, the sight of me mounting her, filling her up with my dick, thrusting like an animal, whispering her name in her ear as her hands raced up and down my arms, begging for more…then I looked down and noted a problem.  I turned to face her and smirked.  “Well…give me a minute, and I’d be happy to…” I sank back down next to her.  “You wore me out pretty quick…I’m gonna need a second to recharge.”

“Yeah?  Well, no sense in idle hands,” she said, crawling over me and dropping flush on top.  She braced her legs on either side of mine, crossing her arms over my collarbone and staring at me from a few inches away.  She grinned wanly.  “So...I need to know.  How did you see tonight turning out?”

“Honestly?” I thought for a second.  “I thought…I’d probably just be here long enough to see if you were okay, then go home.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Me too,” I said, hooking my arms under hers and pulling her up to eye level.  She stared down at me and bit her lip as she felt me hardening against her.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for a very, very long time,” I said, smiling up at her.

“I’d be a little offended if you hadn’t,” she whispered seductively.  “Ready for round two?”

I pecked her on the lips and shook her lose.  “Completely.  What do you want to do?”

“Here, I think this’ll hurt the least…” Venus slid off me and lay down on a dry patch of bedspread.  I waddled over and crouched.

“Worried about your back?”

“A little…here, toss me that.”  I grabbed the indicated pillow and slid it under her waist, lifting her ass back up.  “Better.  I already came like a truck before, so go as fast as you want.”

“Mmm, but wouldn’t it be something if I could do it again?” I asked playfully, rubbing a fingertip across her slit.  She shivered.

“Well, I’d be…nnnnghmm…grateful…” she said, glancing over her shoulder at me and grinning.  She wasn’t nervous at all?  I was.  “You OK, baby?”

“Just a bit nervous.  Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Believe me, you won’t.  Tore it in training years ago.”  Well, I had meant her back, but that was good to know, I supposed.

“Uh…ok.  Well…here…” I slid my fingers back along the soft little fold of skin between her legs, and she sighed into the pillow.  “How does that feel?”

“Faster.  Push a bit.”  I did so, and she sighed again.  “Yesssss,” she whispered, drawing it out.  She was soft as velvet, and so warm she almost felt feverish.

“You’re hot as a flame down here,” I said, sliding my fingers back and forth a little quicker.  “More than usual, even.”  She was getting wetter, too, and I could feel the muscles in her legs next to me tensing up.

“Oh…” she moaned into the bedspread, gasping past the waves of pleasure.  The pleasure I was giving her.  God, that was heady.  “Jake, push forward a bit…yeah, right there,” she breathed.  I slid my fingers farther towards her front, until they bumped up against her clit.  She nearly jumped up from the bed when I hit it.  “Oh, oh fuck, not so hard there, that almost hurt.”

“Sorry.”  I slid my other hand beneath her and ran it across the tiny ridge, and she moaned aloud.  “Better?”

“Much.  Oh, keep doing that, baby, please…”  She grabbed the bedspread and buried her face in it to muffle a moan.  I kept at it, gently stroking her clit and sliding my fingers across her entrance, and the moans got louder.

“Hey, Venus, love, I’m ready.  You have any lube?”

“I am so far ahead of you,” she said, her voice ragged and heavy.  “Seriously, go ahead.  You’re fucking soaking me here.”  I felt a jolt run from my fingertips to my dick at the sound.  I wanted her so fucking bad…

I clambered across her legs and clamped my hands over her hips, but she squirmed.  “No, baby, hey, that hurts.  Move your hand, okay?”

“All right,” I managed, my heart pounding.  “Uh…this better?”  I planted my hands on either side of her chest and leaned forward, the length of my dick pressed up against her ass.

“Yeah, that’s nice…go ahead, put it in.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I murmured, running my eyes up and down her muscular back.  My eyes settled on the back of her neck, and I pushed her hair out of the way, revealing the narrow strip of skin again.  I leaned forward as much as I could and kissed it.  She reached back and grabbed my hand, and I could just see her smiling against the bed.

“I love you, Jake.”

“I love you too, Venus.”  I lined myself up with her and ran the head across her pussy lips, not pressing hard enough to slide in, but more than enough for her to feel it.  She arched her back a little and groaned against the bed, and her hand clamped down on mine.

“Ngghhh…oh, baby, that feels great…here,” she said, reaching back and adjusting me slightly.  I pushed against the spot she picked, and I felt her part a little.  “Oh…harder, but slow, OK?”

I kissed her neck again.  “Sure…”  I pushed deeper, sliding down into her.  She was drenched, not resisting at all, but she still felt tight, so fucking tight…I felt like I was going to break her.  She suddenly clamped both hands on the bedspread next to her head and clenched them into fists.

“Oh fffffuck oh FUCK, that’s good…oh that’s goooooood,” she ground out.  I felt my hips catch on her butt.  I was in as deep as I could be.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.  She shook her head.

“Not at all, but hang on, OK?  Give me a second.”  I felt her twitch against me a little as her body adjusted to my invasion, and then she shivered again.  “Go ahead…”

I rocked my hips back from hers and pushed back in, finding a comfortable pace.  She was getting into it herself, gently pushing up or squeezing in time with me.  She forced her hands to unclench on the bed, and clasped them over mine.

I leaned back down to her.  “How can anything so soft feel so tight?” I whispered hoarsely, trying not to make too much noise.

“Couldn’t say, but keep going,” she whispered back, leaning over until she could see my face.  She met my eyes with hers and held them, bathing my face in their heat and light.  “This feels so good…you can speed up a little, though.”

I picked up the pace, slapping my nuts on her crotch with every thrust.  I wasn’t sure how much longer I could bear it, but I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by quitting early.  “You like that?”  I grunted, feeling the urge to come pulling at me but holding it in check.

“I love it, Jake…keep going, OK?  I really think I could get off on this again.”  She clamped both hands on my arms and held on tight, making small mewling noises of pleasure.  I could feel her breathing faster and louder, and she felt wet enough to melt.  I confess there was some part of my machismo that was pleased to no end to see her enjoying this so much.

“Fuck…baby, you’re soft as velvet inside,” I groaned, straightening up and slapping my hands on her legs, pulling her against me with every thrust.

Her voice trembled a bit as she looked back at me over her shoulder.  “Mmm…hey, careful, don’t hit my back,” she managed.

“I’ll be careful.”  I angled myself a bit to accommodate her better.  “You like that, too?”

“Fffuuuck…” she groaned, twisting back to look at me as far as her back would let her.  “This feels so fucking good…but don’t hold back for me.  Come for me, let me feel it,” she said, lowering her voice and glaring at me hungrily.

That nearly did it right there, but I held on.  I slowed down a bit and slid my hand under where my dick was still vanishing into her.  “Nah.  Wouldn’t be right if you didn’t get to come with me.”  I ran my fingers over her clit again, and pressed it like a switch.  She sagged downward, nearly losing her balance, and gasping in sudden sensation.

“Fuck, ooohhh fuck, Jake, I’m really sensitive, go easy,” she said, her voice tight and rough.  Her head sagged back down to the pillow, and she nearly screamed as I vigorously rubbed the hard little nub on her skin.

Suddenly I felt her contract, much harder, and her legs went rigid.  She somehow managed to get even hotter, too, and I felt a little sucking sensation at the head of my dick. Who was I to refuse?  I let go, slamming into her again and again, raw animal instinct forcing me in faster.  Another raw orgasm pounded into me; I locked my hands around her legs, pushing in as deep as I could, surrendering to overwhelming instinct.  I felt myself come against the tight resistance of her pussy, and an intense feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment washed over me.  I screwed my eyes shut and rode the wave, until the bliss faded and I came crashing back down to reality.

I slumped against her backside, too tired to even prop myself up, only an act of will keeping me off her burned back.  After a moment of awed dizziness on both our parts, her heaving chest slowed and her breath went quiet.  I dropped down beside her, pulling free of her trembling snatch with a wet sliding sound.

I buried my face in her shoulder, raining little kisses onto it until she looked over at me, a look of contented disbelief etched on her face under sweat and stray hairs.  She gradually pushed herself up to sit cross-legged against the headboard, leaning on her left side and gazing down on me.  I could see a milky white strand of my seed leaking back out of her and couldn’t keep a smirk off my face.

“How you feeling, love?” I asked, wearily scooting up to sit next to her.

“Happy.  Really happy,” she said, snuggling up to me.  “Little sore, but totally worth it.  You?”

“I’m fine.”  I leaned over and kissed the top of her head, and she burrowed into my side, wrapping both arms around mine and rubbing affectionately up against me.  “You’re wonderful.  You were so hot…my little Venus.  My little fire.”  I rested my chin on her head and sighed, completely okay with life.  “You were great.”  She smiled against my cheek.

“Thanks.  You were pretty amazing, yourself.”  She kissed my cheek, sliding her hand over to mine and splaying our hands over her womb.  “That felt…soothing.  Does that make sense?  Like I needed to feel it.”  I didn’t answer, just squeezed her hand and leaned against her, eyes shut.  After a minute, she let go of me and wobbled off the bed.  “I need a shower before I turn in, I’m disgusting,” she said, reaching for a terrycloth robe on a peg next to the bed.

“All right.  Think I’ll join you,” I said, climbing off and heading for the bathroom.  I opened the door and turned back.  She was standing with the robe in one hand, staring at me.  “Unless you mind?”  I leaned on the doorframe and grinned.

She just stared at me for a moment, a smile creeping across her face.  She dropped the robe back on the peg and slowly walked up to me, running a hand across my waist as she moved past.  “Not at all.”

I walked into the bathroom and looked around, settling on the hot tub.  “Never been in one of these,” I said, walking over to it and staring at the unmarked controls.

“Let me.”  Venus flicked a few switches, and the tub filled with bubbling, steamy water.  “Uh…this’ll be hard, though.  The water could hurt my back…”

“Then let me,” I said, easing into the tub.

“You?”

“Why not?” I countered, smiling.  “You never had a sponge bath before?”

“No…but I see the attraction,” she said coyly, perching on the edge of the tub and dangling her legs in the water.  I kneeled against the sloping edge of the tub and ran a bar of soap across her legs, lathering her up.  “Have YOU ever done this before?”

“No, but honestly, I’m quite eager to try,” I said, raising one arm and running the sponge under and over it.  She let her shoulders dip a bit and her eyes turned down.  She looked like she was thinking pretty hard.

“Jake…I want to thank you.  Really.  You have no idea how badly I wanted this to happen tonight,” she said suddenly, grabbing another sponge and running it over her other side.

“All right…so why thank me?” I asked, teasing her a little.

“This isn’t the first time this-” she gestured to her back “has happened.  I was about to get one a few years ago when Dad caught wind of it and grounded me for a month.  I half-expected you to yell at me too.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” I said, smiling up at her from between her legs.  I slid the sponge over her still-puffy labia; her eyes slid shut, and she ran her hands over my shoulders.

“No.  You wouldn’t.”  She dropped her own sponge in the water and laced her fingers through my hair, running them through the curls.

I gently rubbed the sponge over her again, enjoying the close-up.  She was as fastidious about her hygiene here as anywhere else, I learned.  She had trimmed her hair into a neatly-cropped arrow, ending at the faint pink line of her pussy.  I ran my fingers through it, grinning to myself.  “You’re as beautiful down here as you are everywhere else.”

“Thanks,” she said softly.  “I’m glad I trimmed up before the race the other day.”  I resumed my ministration with the sponge as she talked, an odd sense of hesitation creeping into me at her next words.  “I was hoping you’d like it, too.”

“Me?  Were you planning this?” I asked as I soaped up her breasts, taking the time to ensure I got full, thorough coverage.

“Well, not the massive injury, no, but I was hoping I could…you know, we could sleep together after the party,” she said, sounding a bit guilty.  “I didn’t want to pressure you, but…well.  I’m not sorry I missed it, though.  It would have been fun, but I can’t argue with the alternative.”

I was a little surprised by her openness.  I guess I understood that this was a major paradigm shift, though.  “Okay.  Thanks, Venus.”  I rinsed her off, leaving her with goosebumps all up and down her front side.  I wanted to kiss them all away…

“Venus…” I sat back in the tub, thinking about how to ask this.  “Can I ask you something personal?  Like, really personal?”

She planted her hands on her knees and leaned forward a bit, curious.  “What is it?”

“Why did you decide to trust me like this?” I asked, hoping a shift for the melodramatic wouldn’t be misinterpreted as doubt or disinterest.

“What?  Sex?” she asked, smiling that gorgeous smile.  I felt the cloud of doubt that had settled in my stomach since we started talking lift right away.

“Well…yeah.  That, and telling me about the Progenitor Project, and…you know.  Us,” I said, crossing my legs on the bottom of the tub, letting the water rise up to my neck.

She looked confused at that.  “What do you mean?  I trust you because you’re you.  You’re Jake Seager.  Are you asking why you?”

“I guess so.  Which, in hindsight, is a dumb question,” I said, shrugging.  “Never mind.”

“You say so.”  She leaned back again and idly crossed her arms.  “Are you done?”

“What?  Oh.”  I picked the sponge back up and went back to work.  “Anyway.  Turn around for me, huh?”  Venus turned around on the lip of the tub.  “Thanks.  Let me know if it stings, all right?”  I started to run the sponge over her back, trying not to irritate the scar.  She flinched visibly as the water hit the sensitive skin, then forced herself to relax.

“Yeah, it stings a bit, but not that bad,” she said, gripping the edge of the tub.  “I think the shower would work better, though.”

“All right.”  I stepped out of the tub and opened the door of the shower, looking in perplexity at the myriad knobs and buttons.  They couldn’t actually use all those, could they?

“Here.”  She reached past me and twisted a few knobs, and a fine drizzle of scalding-hot water poured from all four nozzles.  I jumped back from the sudden, boiling heat, and she hastily turned the temperature down.  “Sorry, sorry.”

I eased back into the water, finding it much more pleasant.  I closed the stall door behind us and started in on the soap, luxuriating in the sensation.  Her shower stall was bigger than my bed, and I meant to make the most of it.  Speaking of which…

I turned to look at Venus, busily lathering up some shampoo.  The steamy water was coursing down over her muscular frame, glinting under the bright overhead lights.  I watched the tight lines of her shoulder muscles flex and lift as she worked the shampoo into her hair, and followed the soap bubbles as they worked their way down her curves.

She noticed where my eyes were lingering and played into it, running her hands down her breasts to her stomach, arching her back a tiny bit and pouting those sculpted hips a little.  When she was sure she had my rapt attention, she ran her fingertip up from her stomach under her chin and into her mouth, sucking it seductively.

I started crossing the gap between us, preceded by my rapidly hardening dick.  She kept up the act, nonchalantly stepping away and half-turning as if nothing was amiss.  My hands shot out to anchor her in place and grabbed her by the waist, turning her back to me.

“Now that I have your attention,” I growled, pressing my thumbs against her waist until she leaned forward a little, “let’s see if we can’t make this even better.”  I pushed my hips forward until my dick was rubbing on the cleft of her ass.  I reached down and aligned my cock with her again, and she guided me back in with both hands.  I sighed in mock relief.  “Finally.  I thought we’d never fuck again.”

She giggled and braced her hands on the tile wall of the stall, leaning forward until she was nearly pressed up against it.  “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to take a shower again without thinking about you,” she managed, sounding quite content with that idea.  I tilted forward to shield her wound from the falling water, settling into slow, steady rhythm as I did.

“Tell me if you get too sore, all right?” I said, giving her ass a playful smack.

“Don’t even worry about,” she said breathily.  “This feels great.  It’s different…” her voice trailed off for a few seconds.  “It’s better,” she finished.  “Oh…this is my new favorite thing…”  She moved one leg forward a little, and the other back.  I started up again, and she whimpered.  “Oooh…that’s intense.”

“This feels so right,” I said, stifling an ecstatic groan.  “So fucking natural…”  You may have noticed by now that I’m something of a hopeless romantic.  Fortunately, it’s a trait Venus shares.

She pushed off the wall with one hand, leaving the other splayed over the tile.  She grabbed my hand and clasped it over her heart with a low, intense moan.  “Hold me, okay?” she said softly, her voice uneven from exertion or pleasure.  I was glad to.

I leaned forward, sandwiching her hand with mine.  I rested my chin on her shoulder for a moment and whispered.  “I’m right here.”  She nodded, straightening up as much as she could without dislodging me.

“I know.  You’re always here when I need you.”  She held still for me for a minute or two longer, then let go of my hand.  Curious, I pulled out, the hot water feeling cooler than she had by comparison.  She turned to face me, slapping me with her hair.  “Want to try something?” she asked, running her hands over my shoulders enticingly.

“Sure.  What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Sit down, cross-legged,” she commanded.  I did what she asked, sitting down right in front of her.  She placed one foot on my leg, planting her pussy a few centimeters from my face.  I didn’t wait for instruction.  I grabbed the underside of her leg to hold her steady, and gently teased her lips apart with my tongue.  She tensed up at the feeling, running both hands through my hair again.

“Is this what you had in mind?” I asked wryly, slipping a finger into her vagina and rubbing.

“For about a week, non-stop,” she returned, her voice thick.  “…so fucking GOOD…here, tilt…there,” she said, helping me out a bit with one hand.  I angled my probing finger up to her waist and pushed in, and her whole body stiffened.

“Good boy,” she said, the red light above my head dying.  “Right there…that’s the spot.”

“So, what happens after this in your daydream?” I prompted, sliding in a second finger.

“Haven’t…got that…far, yet…” she said distantly.  I grinned.

“I have a thought.”  I leaned forward and nuzzled her tiny patch of fuzz.  “I suspect you’ll enjoy it.”  I felt her tighten against my fingers as I licked my tongue over her clit.

“Ffffffff – baby don’t DO that or I’ll have to stop,” she groaned, leaning forward to wrap both arms around my head.  She hugged me against her pelvis, shivering.  I planted a kiss against her clit and she almost jumped.  I smirked against her skin.

“If you haven’t thought of what to do next, allow me.  Switch off the water and sit in my lap.”  She hastily turned the knobs on the wall.  The sound died away to a trickle, leaving only the fan and our breathing to fill the silence.  She gingerly eased herself down onto my legs, crossing her own behind my back.  I stuck both hands under her descending bottom, gently guiding her down onto my dick.  She slid slowly down, until she settled in against me.  I clamped both hands over her butt in a vice grip.

“There…can’t get much more intimate than this,” I said with half a grin.  She nodded slowly, rolling her head.

“Jake…I’m really, really close…I need to FEEL it,” she said, leaning back in.  I was struck by how much this felt like we were back in the bed, just fooling around, only better.  She tightened her legs around my back and flexed them, rising up my shaft, then relaxed, slipping back down.  I lifted with her, and she rose and fell again.  I leaned forward and caught her nipple with my tongue, sliding it over the taut little nub.

She slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the noise as she groaned, which I appreciated, since she was right in my ear.  Venus pushed her chest forward and I took the invitation, suckling on her tit. Her free hand braced on my shoulder, tucking me up flush with her as she rose and fell.

Even she had her limits, though.  After only about a minute of that, she suddenly stopped moving, and a familiar tightening feeling raced through her pussy.  I tugged her down as far as she could go, and I held her there.  “I want to see it,” I said quietly, gazing into her wide, shaking eyes.  “I want to watch you come, you hear me?  Come for me, Venus.”  The hand she still had over her mouth shook a bit as her orgasm started, and her eyes widened even more, locked on mine.  I felt her tremble as the shockwave hit and she muffled a scream.  Her nipples hardened against my chest as she came, and her eyes vibrated a little, still locked on mine.

I could see the skin around them relax a little as it passed.  When her aftershocks stopped, I pulled her hand free and kissed her, working the lingering tension out of her mouth.  She leaned against me for support as the wave of bliss faded, sapping the strength from her legs.  “Wow…I didn’t even feel it coming,” she said in sleepy surprise, pulling back and regarding me from a foot away.  I kept going, taking over the inertia, burying myself in her over and over, until I came too, and I stifled a moan in her shoulder.  The tide of pleasure receded, slowly, and I shakily unclenched my hands from her ass.

I leaned back against the shower stall, utterly spent.  Venus reached up and turned the water back on, washing away the sweat of our exertions.  I closed my eyes for a moment and let the water pour down over me.  Venus half-stood, half-rolled off of me, holding a washcloth bar for support as she rose to her feet.  She stood and stared down at me, blinking water out of her eyes.

“Well…that was worth it,” she said happily, grinning white teeth in black skin.  She reached down and grabbed my hands, helping me up.


I slid my hands under her arms and hugged her loosely, absently nuzzling her ear.  She rested her head on me, silently running her hand over my chest, and let out a long sigh of contentment.  The sound of the water tricking down the pipe faded as my heart slowed to normal.  We were both worn out, and as much as I would have liked to go again, I wasn't sure I could.

She pulled back with a dreamy grin, ambling off to the vanity in the corner.  I dried myself off and walked out, collapsing on the bed.  When she was done in the bathroom, we switched places, and I returned to find her already curled up under the covers on the far side of the mattress, fiddling with something on the nightstand.  I switched the lights of the room off, until the only source of illumination was her.  I saw the red spots of light flick over in my direction before  vanishing briefly as I climbed into the bed, and the ceiling holo reappeared, showing the Nocturne system spinning overhead.  The red lights reappeared.  “If you don’t mind?”

“No,” I said, wearily maneuvering over to her.  She was lying on her side, facing towards me, her eyes dimmed with exhaustion.  “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.  Really tired,” she responded, stretching her legs with a *pop*.  “You?”

“I could black out for a week,” I joked, lying next to her with a sigh.  She snuggled up to me again, resting her head on my shoulder.  “So…what does it feel like?”

“Huh?”

“Sex.  For you.  Women.  What’s it like?” I asked, glancing down at her.

“Oh.  Well…do you ever become incredibly, unbelievably aware of your tongue?” she asked.

“No…” I said, not seeing where she was going.

“Right.  You’re not aware of your mouth until something’s in it.  Same deal.  It’s just a really comfortable feeling of being filled.  That’s…it, really.  You?”

I thought for a moment, and decided to continue the mouth metaphor.  “Imagine…every nerve ending in your vagina moving to the tip of your finger, then stick it in your mouth and suck it.  That, basically.”

“Okay…I think you get the better deal,” she said after a moment’s reflection.

“I dunno, I felt you come back there.  I think you get off better.  No pun intended.”

She giggled softly.  “Lucky me.”  She reached down to grab the covers and pulled them up to her chin.  “So…did you tell your parents you’d be staying over?”

“No,” I replied, thinking back.  “Oh well.  If I haven’t come home by this late, they probably figure I’m staying the night.”

“This late?  It’s only 2000 hours,” she said.

“Really?”  I had thought it was much later than that, actually, though I was in no state to judge.  “Well, I don’t feel like going home.”  A terrifying thought suddenly jumped into my head as I followed that train of logic.  “Oh…oh fuck, is your father going to murder me?  I mean, I came over to see how you were, not-”

“Relax, I think he’s okay,” Venus said wryly.  “Actually, he thought we were fucking already.  At the party when you two met, remember how he was grilling you?”

“Yeah…” I thought back to the way he had acted, but I didn’t remember him being unreasonable.  “I didn’t think he was that bad.  Just concerned.”

“Well, he’ll be all right.  Just try to avoid him tomorrow morning, huh?” she said wryly.

“Yeah.”  I slid my hand down her back, trying keep the covers off her injury.  “I could go home and avoid the problem.”

“Don’t even try,” she said flatly.  “You’re staying here tonight.  End of discussion.”

I snorted at the tone in her voice.  “Works for me.  Good night, Venus.”

“Good night, Jake.”