An Unexpected First

After an arduous journey across the endless expanse of cosmos, the Astral Express takes a break at Anroth-IX, a small planet with a strong presence in the intergalactic economy. Exiting the train, [Name] begins to wander the bustling town. Crowds of people navigate the walkways with practiced ease, dancing between buildings and vehicles. The air carries melodies across the streets, and the mouthwatering scent of flavourful delicacies wafts through the rows of passersby. Out of [Name]'s peripheral she spots an isolated bar with a hanging sign that is entitled "A Glass of Vines". Striding into the bar with what seems to be an almost magnetic interest, she orders a glass of neat whiskey.

"What's a pretty thing like you doin' 'round here?" A low, husky voice beside [Name] drawls.

She tilts her head toward the familiar voice with a raised brow. The handsome face of a Galaxy Ranger greets her with a toothy grin, showcasing his shark-like teeth. His head rests in his metallic hand as he gazes at the woman next to him.

"Boothill, I wasn't expecting to see you again," [Name] muses amusedly.

Boothill lets a chortle escape him before he quips back, "I feel like a blessed man, sugar."

The young lady grins at his sarcastic remark. Despite his confident facade, his fingers drum nervously against the worn-down leather of his gun holster. Noticing this [Name] distracts him playfully to ease his nerves, stealing his cowboy hat and placing it on her head, a telltale sign that she is interested in seeing more of him. The Ranger's eyes widen slightly, quickly stealing his hat back.

"Darlin', you can't just take my hat like that," he hisses under his breath, glancing around the bar to see if anybody noticed [Name]'s sly action.

Boothill stands from his seat, quickly paying for both their drinks before dragging {Name] out of the bar. His grip on her hand is firm as he swiftly pushes her into an alley, pinning the shorter woman to the nearest wall. They're hidden by a few storage boxes near the entryway of the outside corridor.

"Ya can't joke 'round like that," Boothill sighs out, his hand clenching slightly beside [Name]'s head.

"And if I wasn't joking?" she sheepishly grins with a tone of faux innocence.

"Well then I'd ask if you're up for a ride," he utters, a growing grin on his face.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, [Name]'s slender hand grabs his chin, pulling him into a fiery kiss. As their lips mould together, the Ranger bites at [Name]'s lower lip. Her mouth opens in surprise at the sensation and Boothill swiftly takes this opportunity, their tongues fighting for dominance in a battle of lust. His hands explore her clothed body with eager fervour before she pulls away from the kiss, breathless.

"As much as I'd like to do this right here, right now, it'd be much better if we went back to the Express," [Name] breathes out as she catches her breath.

Wordlessly, the Galaxy Ranger wraps his arm around her waist as they briskly make their way to the Astral Express. Once they enter, [Name] makes a b-line to her room on the train while Boothill follows closely in tow. Flicking on the lights then locking the door, Boothill pushes [Name] onto the plush, blanket covered bed. His cold, metal hands send shivers down her spine as he works on removing the cloth that separates her delicate flesh from his eyes. She lets out a groan as she begins to assist him in undressing her. [Name]'s shirt gets tossed carelessly to the ground while Boothill impatiently slides her modest skirt down. In turn, [Name] pulls down Boothill's leather trousers and unbuttons his brazen jacket. It, too, all falls to the ground.

His hands begin to wander, squeezing and groping the warm body of the woman. Cold, metal fingers find their way underneath the waistband of her bra, tugging it down gently before he unclasps it. His thumb brushes over her sensitive nipple, the unfamiliar sensation eliciting a whimper from the woman below him.

"I've never done this before, Boothill," [Name] speaks timidly, looking up at him with thirst gleaming in her eyes.

"I'll take it slow, sugar," he reassures, planting a tender kiss on her shoulder.

She nods, letting him take complete control. The Ranger leans down, planting kisses and small love bites across the expanse of her fair skin. Fingers tangle into Boothill's soft, silvery and black hair, tugging whenever his mouth finds a sensitive spot. A moan tumbles from [Name]'s lips in surprise as Boothill's hand slowly starts rubbing slow circles into her clothed pussy. Every second passes by slowly as his mouth gets closer to the bud of her breast before he hungrily envelops it, sucking and teasing it enthusiastically. Mouth open in a silent plea to continue she pulls him closer. With a pop he releases her breast, focusing more of his attention onto her sopping cunt. Sliding her panties down her legs, he glides his finger down, teasing her entrance.

[Name] mewls, her hips jerking up to meet his firm finger. After being given a positive reaction, his finger sinks into her walls slowly. As she adjusts to the foreign sensation she grips the sheets behind her, letting out small whines. Boothill begins to pump his long fingers steadily while his thumb rubs rhythmic circles onto her clit.

"Boothill, 'want you," a desperate request spills from [Name]'s mouth between scattered breaths and sounds of pleasure.

"Didn't know such a pretty thing could vocalize such filthy requests," he teases as he pulls his metallic finger out of her hole, holding eye contact as his tongue laps up the juices leftover on his hand.

Pulling down his boxers, he lets his hard robot cock spring up. The pulsing tip releasing artificial pre-cum, a testament to his arousal. With one hand, he lines it up with [Name]'s entrance while his other rests beside her head. He pushes the tip in, biting back a groan. Boothill's mechanical body's whirring picks up as he continues to push himself deeper. [Name] squeezes around him as she adjusts to his sheer size. Once he bottoms out balls deep into her tight hole, he gives her a few moments to catch her breath before he starts to languidly thrust his hips.

[Name] lets out a wanton moan as Boothill pushes one of her legs over his shoulder, "Feels good, right there.."

Her body twitches and writhes as he picks up his pace, words of praise and sweet nothings whispered through the tender atmosphere. At the feeling of her body beginning to tense up, the coil in [Name]'s stomach getting closer to bursting, Boothill continues his extra teasing.

"C'mon, [Name], you can let it go," he murmurs encouragingly, continuing his deep thrusts.

[Name] nods as she gets closer. Finally her back arches, eyes rolling back in pleasure as she tightens around Boothill's thick cock. Her legs shake and she lets out a string of incoherent moans. As [Name] pulls him closer, the rope in Boothill's core finally snaps, his artificial liquids coating her insides. Gently kissing her, he pulls out wrapping her in his strong, robotic arms.

"Need anythin' darlin'?" Boothill inquires softly, his fingers carding through her hair.

After a few moments she speaks up, "just.. Stay here with me.."

Nodding, Boothill cuddles her smaller body against his, making sure she falls asleep first. In their warm embrace, they fall asleep peacefully in eachothers arms. The two are only awoken by the shrill sound of an alarm clock. Neither leave the embrace, deciding to spend their morning cuddled up, away from the rest of the universe. Boothill's fingers curl stray strands of [Name]'s hair placidly. The two drift off once more.