Love, Against All Odds

I Finna - Chapter 2

Kal traced her fingertips down Becca's bare thigh, memorizing the pale yet flushed skin. A thin layer of sweat lightly coated the tantalizing flesh after their earlier session. For the moment, Becca was resting in Kal's lap while they sat on the throne in the alping room. The roaring fireplaces offered them warm comfort in the gigantic circular space.

Becca was nestled in her lover's larger body and had closed her eyes a while ago. Her shallow breathing indicated that she had drifted off for a few minutes. Kal had come to enjoy the quiet minutes whenever her lover dozed off before they fucked again. In the short window of time, she took the chance to commit Becca's naked body to memory, as if Kalatas might steal it from her. One day soon she would draw Becca, bare and vulnerable.

With a soft rumble, Kal grazed her fingers up until she came to a delicate hip bone. She rested her hand there and canted her head, studying the soft patch of hair between Becca's thighs. A slight glisten showed between the puffy lips that had been spread over Kal's cock earlier. A hungry growl rolled in Kal's chest at the thought of slipping back inside Becca, fitting them together so perfectly.

The other day they had agreed that Becca's payment for kidnapping Victor was fucking in the alping room. The agreement seemed to be far more than just a payment but also a fantasy of Becca's. Kal realized it after they made the agreement and further confirmed it when Becca's arousal permeated the alping room earlier. If it was Becca's only price for the job, Kal was willing to pay it even though Becca deserved stills. A business couldn't survive on sexual favors, but Kal had taken it upon herself to personally purchase the ship for Becca and disguise it as a purchase by Kander.

At the thought of Becca's price being sex, Kal smiled to herself and pride inflated her chest. Her human lover was full of small surprises. Most mercenaries wanted stills and supplies, while sex was inconsequential. Becca's and her arrangement went much deeper than a good fuck. One day their sexual relationship wouldn't have any fake pretext such as payments, bonuses, or agreements. Becca would accept that they could make love simply because they wanted it and it was safe to do.

Kal was stroking her thumb over Becca's hip bone, remembering its exact curve and length. She inhaled deeper and drew in Becca's slight arousal that clung to their bodies. It caused Kal's mouth to water and her cockhead to pulse. A few droplets of slick beaded from the tip of her cock and smeared against Becca's ass. Kal was ready to have her lover again.

Becca stirred a little but didn't wake up. Her hand curled around Kal's left wrist, then she muttered something in her sleep.

Kal spread her legs wider on the throne and brought Becca's thighs with her. She was hit by Becca's beautiful scent and snarled at the strength of it. With restraint, Kal contained her initial desires and dug her nails into the stone arm of the throne, then slid her hand past Becca's hip. As soon as her fingertips met the warm wetness, she groaned and tilted her head back. Even in her sleep, Becca was still slick and ready for Kal.

'F-Freen,' Becca muttered in a groggy and husky tone.

Kal circled Becca's clit and growled at hearing her old name, warning her lover. 'You've slept long enough.' For an instant, Becca stiffened at the coldness in Kal's voice but relaxed again, seeming to remember their fantasy. 'I'm going to give you more.'