DarkSide by Moonlight
By Cheezey
“Finally alone,” Alluro breathed, his voice coming out as a rushed and feverish whisper as he pressed his lips to Chilla’s in a demanding kiss. The icy woman in his arms yielded to his gesture, snaking one arm around his back and the other around his neck as she kissed him back. The door to Alluro’s quarters slid shut and the locking mechanism engaged, sealing the pair of them off from the rest of Skytomb in the haven of his bedroom.
It was one of those nights, all too rare they would lament to themselves on others they spent alone, that something clicked between the pair of rogue Lunatacs and ignited a spark of passion that could not be denied, only indulged. A casual touch at dinner set it off, when his hand had crossed hers in reaching for the wine. The brief contact served as a reminder that a pleasing touch was a rare treat indeed, given all the time their group spent squabbling with one another.
A series of stolen glances, racy thoughts, and suggestive small talk then evolved between the pair of Lunatacs. When a moment alone presented the opportunity, Alluro dropped the hint that he was interested in more than a bit of idle flirting. To his delight she was equally game for an evening of lusty play. The two would have excused themselves then and there if Luna hadn’t interrupted by informing them that their presences were required for a meeting in the control room. They spent the better part of the next hour tuning out her boring rant and silently lusting for one another. When she finally dismissed them, the two practically ran to the lift and bolted to the closer of their quarters, which happened to be Alluro’s.
A need for air forced Alluro to end their kiss, but he made up for the loss by peppering the soft blue skin of her neck with several insistent little kisses instead. Chilla’s breathing grew heavier as his lips teased a sensitive area beneath her ear. “It’s been too long since we’ve done this,” she whispered, tightening her grip on him.
“Indeed it has.” Still maintaining his grip on her, he pushed forward until they reached his bed. She pulled away from him only long enough to climb on, and before she was barely seated he was already on top of her. He grinned as he straddled her, grabbed both her wrists, and forced her to the mattress beneath him. He pressed his lips to hers in a hungry and demanding gesture, devouring the cool sweetness of her lips and tongue.
She managed to kick her boots off using only her heels, then drew her legs up and circled them around his, trapping him on top of her as he had trapped her beneath him. “Gotcha,” she teased.
“And I have you,” Alluro replied with a sly grin of his own. “But the question is, what will I do with you?” He then quickly released her wrists and went for her waist, tickling her mercilessly.
The very ticklish Chilla erupted in a fit of laughter and tried to wrench away. “Stop it,” she hissed between breaths.
Alluro showed no mercy. “Make me,” he challenged. “I think you’re cute like this…”
She would have iced him, but she couldn’t draw in enough air to give a serious enough breath to do it, so she instead retaliated, and tickled him back in her own way—arctic fingertips against his skin. Not expecting the counterattack, he flinched violently at the sensation. “You’re fighting dirty… I like it,” he said with a laugh of his own.
She slid her hand down from his waist to his buttocks, and squeezed them suggestively. “I can do other dirty things too,” she hinted.
Excited by her words, Alluro tightened his grip on her and pulled her tight against him. His hand wandered over her breast and groped it lewdly. “I know.” He brushed his lips against hers and rubbed her nipple with his thumb, making it press out against the fabric of her dress.
She shifted her leg and deliberately brushed it against his groin, finding the erection that was proof of his arousal. Immediately she reached beneath the fabric hanging from his belt and wrapped her fingers around his clothed manhood. He encouraged her further by giving the nipple beneath his fingertips a playful pinch. “Did you find something you’d like to play with, my dear?”
Chilla met his mischievous gaze with one of her own. “Did you?”
Alluro leered at her again. “Get out of these clothes and you’ll find out.”
“Only if I can get you out of yours.” She undid his belt and yanked it off. An impatient blue hand then slid into his pants and grasped the meaty prize beneath.
He only grinned at her aggressiveness, and aided her in her efforts by sliding out of the straps that held his pants on and pushed his pants down to his knees. Though it was hardly the first time she’d seen him in that state, she still eyed up his generous endowment with lust in her eyes, and began stroking him in a manner she knew he liked.
He rocked his hips gently with her ministrations. “Very nice, gorgeous,” he panted. She only smiled back and unfastened the cris-cross straps to her cape so that it fell from her shoulders onto the bed behind her, leaving her wearing only her white dress. Alluro’s eyes widened further when she reached back and unzipped it with her free hand. In no time it fell slack and fluttered down her to hips, baring her body completely from the waist up.
Before she even had a chance to straighten all the way, Alluro’s hands were already sliding over the silken blue skin of her breasts, caressing and savoring their fullness and shape. He flicked his thumbs across both nipples simultaneously this time, and thought about how he’d like to do that with his tongue. A moment later he acted on his fantasy.
Aroused by his deliberately teasing ministrations, Chilla arched her back to allow him the freedom to please her as he wished, while she indulged her own lust by toying with his manhood, teasing him back by rubbing it against the skin of her belly, creating a gentle friction to excite him further.
It had the desired effect. The thrill of contact of his most sensitive part against her cool skin drove him wild. He dropped his hands from her breasts and slid them underneath the halfway removed dress and into her tights. In a swift move he pulled them down as far as he could, and immediately slid two fingers into the folds of her slick female flesh, exploring and eventually penetrating her. She moaned and nuzzled against him, gripping his shoulder for support, as his thumb ever so lightly teased the spot she ached to be touched most.
Fully enjoying her reaction, he then slid his middle finger deep inside her and wriggled it. “Like that, hmm?” he teased, nibbling on her ear a bit.
His hot breath sent reverse chills through her body. “Yes,” she panted, stroking him a little more impatiently.
The Psi drew his finger forward and rubbed her knob of pleasure again, this time more deliberately. “And that?”
Chilla’s answer was a squeal of delight.
At that, Alluro let out a little cackle. “I’ll take that as a yes… and as an invitation for more.”
He withdrew his hand from her long enough to wrap it around the one of hers that still held his manhood in its delightful grasp, and guided it between her legs instead. She pushed her hips forward and spread her legs in a wider stance to allow the intimate contact, withdrawing her own hand and pushing his away. Naturally he offered no resistance, and pressed his erection into her soft folds. The thaw of her arousal, slick and moist after their foreplay, coated the tip of his penis as it tickled her intimately.
The icy woman murmured with pleasure feeling him so close, yet so far from the ultimate goal. She flexed her fingers against his shoulder blades and kissed his neck with cool, demanding kisses. “Take me,” she panted. “I want to feel you inside me now.”
“Oh, how I love it when you’re demanding,” his suave voice intoned with clear amusement and more than a touch of genuine lust. He brought his lips to hers in a short but demanding kiss, and then drew back from enough so that he could push her down onto the bed beneath him. Once the icy temptress lay beneath him so invitingly, he wasted no time giving the tights that were still around her knees a swift tug, and yanked them off completely. He then hastily pulled off his own loosened pants the rest of the way and rejoined her on the bed. Lusting and impatient, she pulled him down on top of her, spread her legs wide, and wrapped them around his waist as he pushed roughly into her.
The psychic pressed his lips to hers again in a savage kiss as he pistoned in and out of her, his thrusts both pleasuring and stretching her as they increased in force. “You’re tight,” he noted with a grunt.
“It’s been a while,” she replied distractedly, urging him deeper with her hip movements. “You’ll have to loosen me up.”
“Such a delicious proposition,” he panted, obliging her by increasing both the force and pace of his strokes.
Chilla closed her eyes, arched her back, and tightened her grip on him as he rode her hard and fast. He pounded into her mercilessly, pinning her tightly in place as he had his way with her—not that she was resisting. Quite the contrary. She was moaning with a lustful pleasure that she could not put into words, and that was expressed by wild and erratic movements that not only brought her further pleasure with their friction, but brought her closer to the desired release of the incredible tension the act stirred within her. It was not long before she achieved that climax, and waves of ecstasy pulsed through her body. She gasped and moaned as she experienced the delightful shudders of orgasm, clenching him against her with both inside and out.
Seeing and feeling the heights of pleasure that he drove her to only made Alluro want his own release that much more. Using all of his strength to work against the ice woman’s rough grip, he thrust faster and harder than before, riding her in a wild frenzy, until his loins exploded with a now satiated lust, filling her cool insides with the hot seed from his own.
He then collapsed atop Chilla’s heaving body, still deep inside her, gasping for breath, enjoying the twinges of his orgasm until they faded enough to allow for rational thought. “You were incredible as always,” he told her breathlessly, and kissed her.
“You weren’t bad yourself,” she replied with a satisfied smirk. “In fact, I just might let you do this again sometime.”
Alluro’s lips teased hers again. “I look forward to it.” He then withdrew from her, rolled over onto the covers, and pulled her back into his arms in a more comfortable position. She easily fell into his embrace and rested her head against one side of his chest, her fingers splayed across the other. One ear quirked to the side as he watched her. “You look quite relaxed,” he noted.
Chilla smiled. “I am. That and you wore me out.”
Now it was Alluro’s turn to indulge in a smug little smile. “I try.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He nodded. “It’s part of my master plan, you know.”
“And what might that be?” she asked, playing along.
“Tiring you out with enough good sex that you’ll be too exhausted to retire to your own quarters and you’ll have to stay here with me all night,” he answered, still grinning.
She eyed him with mock suspicion. “And what does the morning involve in this ‘master plan’ of yours?”
Alluro chuckled and pinched her buttocks. “Stay the night and find out.”
“In that case, I think I will.” She craned her neck and kissed the underside of his jaw.
“Good.” Alluro reached for the covers and drew them around the two of them. He nestled back against the pillow and she did the same, and draped her arms and one of her legs across his. He laid an arm across her and drew her close. “Sleep well, Chilla.”
Chilla nuzzled against him and let her eyes fall shut. “You too, Alluro.”
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