Chapter 6: Chapter 1 – Part 6

Wren shut off the water in her shower and grabbed absently for her towel.  Her mind was still wandering as she ran the fluffy pink fabric over and through her hair vigorously.  Something felt wrong.  It had been irritating her for the last twenty minutes, and she was having trouble putting her finger on it.

 

“Hey,” she said, stepping out into the galley.  Bonnie looked up from cleaning one of the disassembled rifles and gawked.  “When you were—”

 

“快点,” the redhead shouted.  “What are you doing?”

 

Wren looked down at herself for a moment before looking back.  “What?”

 

“Cover yourself or something.”

 

She brought one hand down from drying her hair to block her nipples and breasts, and started over.  “When you were over on that—”

 

“Seriously?”

 

“What?” she asked.  “What’s wrong?”

 

“That!” Bonnie cried, pointing.

 

Wren looked down, finding only her penis, and shrugged.

 

“Why are you showing me that?”

 

“It’s not a big deal,” Wren said, and then laughed.  “Phrasing.  I meant nudity, not—”

 

“Put it away,” she groaned.

 

Wren shrugged again, and wrapped her towel around her torso.  “Sorry.  Didn’t think about whether or not that would bother you.”

 

Bonnie looked over at her and groaned again.

 

“What?”

 

“Your... thing is still hanging down below the towel.”

 

Wren angled her knees outward and bent forward.  “Oh.”  Bonnie had been right; a few centimeters of the foreskin-covered tip of her cock was peeking out.  “Sorry.”  Wren closed one eye as she reached down and tucked it between her thighs, and then held out her hands as if to ask ‘how about now?’

 

“Better,” Bonnie grumbled.

 

Wren noticed a bit of color in the redhead’s cheeks and filed that away.  It wasn’t embarrassment or lust, but it was certainly something.

 

“What did you want?”

 

Wren blinked.  “Shit.  I forget.”  She waddled over to the table, careful to keep her knees and thighs together.  

 

The redhead took a deep, frustrated breath, and went back to cleaning her rifle.

 

“Are these serviceable?”

 

“I won’t really know how good they are,” she said, “until I get all this scoring out of here, but I wouldn’t hold out a lot of hope for a secret cred stash.”

 

“No?”

 

Bonnie shook her head.  “It’s one thing to have something old and well-maintained, but that pistol there," she said, gesturing with a stiff bristle brush, "was so gunked up that it’d likely have blown up in someone’s hand.  The rest of these aren’t much better.”

 

“Oh!”  Wren laughed and shook her head.  “That’s what it was.  I was thinking about what you were saying about it being crazy for that bucket to go after the Daedalus.”

 

“Yeah?”  Bonnie looked up, eyebrows arched, as she ran a wire brush in and out of the dirty barrel.  The motion of her arms was powerfully distracting.  Muscles and tendons working in beautiful harmony.  “And?”

 

Wren blinked.  “Oh.  Right.  So anyway, like I was saying, scavs are usually out here after supplies.  They like to hit stuff that jumps into a system like this right away because a ship like ours will still have most of its foodstuffs and whatnot.  That’s what they want.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“But these guys weren’t shooting to disable.  I had the Daedalus map out their shots, and it looked like most of the time they were going for the bridge and not the drive.”

 

Bonnie ducked her head and blew a short breath down the barrel.  Carbon dust spewed from the other end.  “Could be they were trying to go for an explosive decompression right where you were sitting?  Take out the head?  That’d leave the rest of the ship for them to pick over.”

 

“Yeah, but the cabin is a much smaller target.  We’re way more likely to get away, which we did, and then chasing us into the asteroid field?  They weren’t gonna survive that.  That was a suicide run.”

 

“Don’t remind me,” Bonnie said, looking sickly.

 

“Like, let’s say they did get a lucky shot and blow up the cabin.  Did that ship look like it was equipped to haul the Daedalus back out of the ring?”

 

“No,” the redhead said tersely.

 

“Realistically, they needed to stop us before we got there, and when they didn’t... I don’t know.  They should have given up.  Scavs usually do.”  Wren looked around at the scattered pieces on the table, and started putting them together in her head.  “Curiouser and curiouser.”  Most of it assembled in ways she could understand just by their shape.  “What are you going to do with all of these?”

 

“At this point, I’ll be lucky if I can salvage three of them.  Use the others for spare parts.”

 

“And then what?”

 

Bonnie paused and looked up with a guarded expression.

 

”Luna Two isn’t exactly a tourist destination.”

 

The redhead narrowed her eyes.  “You have that absent-minded professor act down pretty well, don’t you?”

 

“Like any station that size they have some amenities on site, but it’s mostly a processing station.”

 

“Yeah,” Bonnie said.  “Mostly.”

 

“For Jyi Bao Industries.  They’re pretty much the only corporate tenant, right?”  Wren smirked and leaned back.  She started to raise her arms up behind her head, but the towel was only just barely covering her breasts as it was so she folded them across her chest.  “You don’t have to tell me what you were doing or what went wrong.  I don’t care if you spend some time here recovering, building up your little arsenal then going off on your merry, destructive way, as long you don’t bring this back on me.”

 

“Yeah,” she said bitterly.  “It would be a real shame if I got in the way of your meal ticket.”

 

“Don’t do that.”

 

“Do you have any idea who you really work for?”

 

“I saved your life,” Wren said.

 

“What kind of bottom-feeding, self-serving, cancerous scum you—”

 

Both of them turned at a chime from the cabin.

 

“We’re clear of the ring,” Wren said, standing up.  “We’ve got a little bit of sublight travel to do, and then we’ll be heading back.”

 

Bonnie nodded grimly.

 

“I’m sure you have a perfectly valid reason for whatever it was you were doing, and whatever it is you’re planning on doing next.  I do.  I believe it.”

 

“...But?”

 

“But that is none of my business.  I haul rocks.  I just want to make my money and retire.”

 

“Uh huh,” the redhead said.

 

She waited a moment longer, to see if there was anything more Bonnie was going to add, but the redhead went right back to cleaning and oiling a trigger mechanism with extreme prejudice.  Wren shrugged on her way to her quarters, threw on a shirt and some shorts, and was back in her pilot’s chair within a few minutes.  The timer counted down, and the blue-haired girl smiled as she kicked her feet up.

 

“Grab hold of something,” she called over her shoulder.

 

“What?”

 

Wren smiled, wincing as the pit of her stomach shifted upward against her center of gravity.  As always, she stayed in the cabin to watch the critical gauges for a few moments.  It occurred to her that, given how precarious travel in t-space was, if she saw one of the gauges going in the wrong direction it would already be too late.  She’d never been one to rely on superstitious routine to make herself feel better, so she tasked herself with reconsidering some of the steps she went through for the sake of efficiency.

 

“How’re you doing back here?” Wren asked, as she wandered back into the galley.  Bonnie glared sideways at her, and that made Wren smile.  Which, in turn, made Wren think about how much fun she was having needling her passenger.

 

Her mood dropped as quickly as her stomach, and the two of them stared at each other in mute horror.  Wren looked over her shoulder, through to the cabin, and blinked.  At red and green lights alternating.

 

“What the hell was that?”

 

“We just shifted back,” Wren heard herself say slowly, though it made as little sense to hear herself say it as it was likely to happen at all.  “I think we’ve been... interdicted?”

 

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

 

Wren had no answer for that as she drifted through the cabin, barely registering the motions her body went through to physically move her person from point A to point B.  All she could see were the warning lights.  They were back in n-space.  The forward viewport zoomed in on two targets ahead.  One was a converted cargo ship with the telltale two-hump shape of a gravity well generator, and a second ship that was altering course.   Smaller and faster.  Not as big as the Daedalus, but big enough.  “We haven’t even left the system,” she mumbled, in consternation.  “That is… strange.”

 

“Get in a suit,” Bonnie said, as she hustled backwards.

 

Wren was still standing in the same place, staring blankly at the readout, a minute later.

 

“Wren,” Bonnie yelled.  Wren jerked and looked back over her shoulder.  “Suit!”

 

But Wren did not react.  Not until the comms section of the piloting overlay lit up.

 

“We’re being hailed,” she said, as she sat down.

 

“Put on a suit!” Bonnie hissed.

 

“Get out of sight,” Wren droned distantly.

 

“Wren!”

 

Wren waved over her shoulder one more time.  “Three... two... and...”

 

She answered the hail and blinked.  The man on the other end had a painted, manic face on his helmet.  Behind him were two more bodies, one definitely a male while the other was less clear.  Both had their arms folded across their chest and their faces obscured by their helmets.

 

“Hello,” Wren said, easily.

 

“Wow,” the first one laughed.  Definitely the leader.  He cocked his head to the side.  “Wow.  It’s rare to be greeted so cordially by our victims.  Harl, can you ever think of a mark starting off the conversation with aplomb and vigor?”

 

“No,” said the mountain behind him.

 

“Well I suspect you’ve probably never come up empty handed like you’re about to,” Wren replied.  A hint of a smirk touched her lips, but it was reflex.  Projecting confidence she did not possess.

 

“Oh I like her.  I do.”  Behind the leader, the smaller crony turned and stepped out of the frame.  “If only ‘liking you’ actually counted for anything.”

 

Wren sat back, without turning, as Bonnie began frantically waving at her.  The Daedalus had plotted a series of courses for the other ship, and in her peripheral vision she could see that it was following the purple course rather than the white or the yellow.  Purple was for intercept if her memory served her correctly.

 

“We’ll be relieving you of that load you’ve got back there.”

 

“You wouldn’t be the first to try,” Wren said, finding a little more of her usual calm.

 

“Hundred and eighty kilometers,” Bonnie whispered.

 

If they’d been armed with a railgun, she’d have already been targeted.  That meant missiles at best, or more likely another ship outfitted with gatling cannons like the last one.  Max range of ten kilometers, but with the ships heading toward each other that distance was quickly shrinking.  Wren smiled at the camera and typed without looking.

 

“Here’s my counter offer,” Wren said.  She shared one of the Daedalus’ aft external feeds with them and smiled.  “See that?  That little blinking node on the asteroid back there?  That’s my insurance policy.”

 

Both the leader and his crony leaned forward slightly.

 

“It’s a bomb.  I flip a switch here, and that asteroid becomes as worthless as dirt.”

 

“Nah,” scoffed the leader.  “Even if it was a nuke, a bomb that size would just scatter it a bit.”

 

“Oh, it’s definitely a nuke,” Wren laughed.  “But the explosive payload is basically nill.  All it’ll do is irradiate the shit out of my asteroid, and then it’s no good to either of us.”

 

The pilot laughed.  “And what’s to stop me from just blowing you out into the cold?”

 

“Because I’m sitting on the killswitch.”  Wren shrugged and leaned back in her chair.  “If that haul gets too far from my ship, boom.  If it stops detecting my ship, boom.  If it stops detecting me, boom.”

 

“Well that creates quite a pickle, doesn’t it Harl?”

 

“A real puzzler,” the brute replied.

 

The glibness of their replies gave Wren a sickly feeling, but she did her best to keep it from her expression.  She looked down, and typed for just a moment.

 

“Maintain your present course,” the leader said briskly, “or we’ll ventilate your ship just on principle.”

 

The Daedalus arced slowly to its left, dragging its payload along behind it.

 

“It seems like you’re going to shoot me no matter what,” Wren said.  “So... no?”

 

“Make sure the Hierophant is keeping up,” the man said, turning to his side.  “Don’t let her get away.”

 

The Daedalus accelerated slowly as it finally came around to an opposing course, and the asteroid swung slightly behind her.  Wren grit her teeth as she watched the nav system plot a spiraling path to counter and correct.

 

“Sweetheart, if you don’t stop that ship right now, you’ll be lucky if shooting you is the worst we do.”

 

“As tempting as that sounds,” Wren said, smiling, “I think I’ll take option B.”

 

“You can’t outrun us.”

 

“Don’t need to,” Wren said, watching her drones start to report in and follow their programming: excise steel and aluminum.

 

“Sir,” said the woman off-screen.  “We’ve got multiple hull breeches.”

 

“What?” he roared, twisting in his chair.  “How?”

 

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Audio cut out first, and Wren watched with a grim expression as the video captured the air being sucked out of the other ship’s cabin shortly before that cut out too.  She brought up the feed from one of her drones, out at a distance of half a click, as the lights went dark up and down the length of the ship.  The drive core was still firing, and it quickly drove the front of the ship out of the way.  After ten seconds of independent flight the rear of the ship sputtered and went quiet, while the severed front half began to tumble end over end.

 

Wren immediately hailed the second ship, the interdictor.  Seconds ticked by with thunderous tension.  The second ship did not answer when Wren hailed it a second time, but warning lights on the nav system blinked off, indicating that the detected nearby gravity well had been cleared, and the other ship veered sharply away.

 

Wren took her first conscious breath in over three minutes, and fell back in her chair.  Heart near to pounding out of her chest.  It surprised her when she saw Bonnie put her helmet down beside her on the control panel.  She looked up, and wondered if she looked as pale as Bonnie did.

 

“Later,” the redhead said, “you’re going to have to tell me how you pulled that off.”

 

Wren blinked.  “How—”

 

Her question died in her mouth as Bonnie leaned forward and kissed her.  She turned, chair rotating, and Bonnie climbed onto it smoothly.  Tongues never parting.  Straddling her.  Knees beside her own hips.  Gloved hands in her hair.  Wren’s eyes drifted shut.  Her hands found their way to Bonnie’s hips, hesitantly mapping the curve of them through the suit the other woman had yet to shed.  On and on, their tongues tussled.  Lips pressed.  Breath coming in halting, incomplete bursts.

 

Wren yelped as the other woman grabbed her hair and pulled back, raising her chin up and exposing her neck.  Instantly, Bonnie’s lips were on it, laying a delicate trail of kisses in a line from the corner of her jaw on down.  A soft tug on the sleeve of her shirt exposed more of her shoulder, and Wren let out a soft whimper.

 

“I like that sound,” Bonnie said softly.  “I think I like making you make that sound too.”

 

Wren whimpered again, twisting, as Bonnie suckled gently on her collarbone.  The grip on her hair released mercifully, and no sooner was she thankful for the lack of it than the same hand came to bear on her right nipple through her shirt.  Wren’s spine curled outward, away from the chair, and her voice jumped up an octave.

 

The more Wren writhed, the more Bonnie went after her body.  Suckling to nibbling.  Pinching to squeezing.  Her own hands were itching to be doing something, but before she could find a path around Bonnie’s constant motion, the redhead was sliding down between her legs.  Wren had to settle for grabbing the armrests of her chair as the elastic band on her shorts was stretched down and out of the way.

 

“他妈的,” she said softly.  

 

In her head, there were a hundred quips Wren wanted to follow up with that.  A thousand.  None of them could find their way to her lips as the redhead lavishly ran her tongue up and down the underside of the partially engorged shaft.  Wren knew how big she already was, and how much bigger she was likely to get, but words failed her.

 

Bonnie cut her eyes upward, staring hungrily at Wren as she swallowed a couple centimeters, and then a couple more.  And then a couple more. Wren grit her teeth in frustrated agony.  Beautiful, beautiful agony.  Deeper.  As Bonnie pulled backwards, one of the veins popped out under the topmost layer of skin.  Wren had always liked how veiny it was.  The aesthetic was truly fantastic.

 

As much as Wren liked the look of her gene-spliced cock, and as much as she really liked the way Bonnie was looking at her while she sucked her off, it was Bonnie’s tattooed arms that always won out.  Both elbows were up, resting on Wren’s legs.  One forearm lay flat against her leg while the other held the base of her still-hardening shaft.  Bonnie squeezed it fiercely, forcing the blood into the end of it, and inhaled the sensitive flesh until her lips came to rest against her own fingers.  That squeezing caused muscles to ripple beneath the skin, up and down Bonnie’s forearms.

 

“Hrrnk,” Wren grunted, nearly cross-eyed.  One eyelid sliding much lower than the other.

 

Bonnie backed off with a gasp, and smirked.  “Is this all I needed to do to get you to stop talking for a little while?”

 

Wren bit down hard on her lip, but even that wasn’t enough to stop the long, low groan of contentment as Bonnie went right back down on her.  The redhead hummed softly, head bobbing up and down while her fingers applied a vice grip.  There was such an incredible sound to it.  The small, wet suction.  Spit bubbles cracking.  Air rushing and escaping, and all of it so quiet that Wren doubted she would have heard any of it from four meters away.  So intimate.  

 

Bonnie made another sound entirely when Wren’s hand came to rest on the back of her head.  She looked up, wide-eyed, as Wren reached for her hand and peeled her fingers away one at a time.  As soon as the path was clear further down, Wren began to push and Bonnie began to swallow.

 

“Hnnnn-yessss,” Wren groaned, nodding emphatically.  Blue curls danced at the upper edges of her vision.  Blurry, watery streaks ran down the sides of Bonnies cheeks, and on the inside Wren was overjoyed.  Thrilled.  Excited to bursting.  On the outside, it was all she could do to make her eyes focus.  One hand squeezed in Bonnie’s red hair, the other wrapped tightly around Bonnie’s wrist.  

 

Bonnie gagged, making a heaving, squawking sound, and Wren let her go with a gasp of her own.

 

“Fuck,” Bonnie groaned, blinking and staring.  “Is it getting bigger?”

 

“Suit,” Wren said, pointing back into the hall.  “Get out.”

 

The redhead looked like she wanted to say more, but left Wren with a lingering smirk as she strolled into the hallway.  As soon as the path was clear, Wren lurched from her chair and through the other door, into her quarters.  She hurried beside her bed and opened the top drawer, swallowing a pill from each of two of the small containers inside and setting a timer.

 

The second pill took effect immediately.  Her skin, from the top of her head down to her toes, came alive with the feeling of pins and needles.  An invigorating charge that sharpened her senses to a razor fine point.  She pointed at the bed, without looking, at the sound of bare feet on the floor behind her.

 

“Well, I—”

 

“Get on the bed,” Wren grunted, interrupting her.  She reached for a glass of water, there from the night before, and swallowed gulp after gulp.

 

“Oooh,” Bonnie laughed.  “Found something to loosen that tongue again?”  Wren turned and looked at her, over her shoulder, as Bonnie crawled onto the bed on all fours.  “Maybe you should put it to good use?”

 

Wren grabbed her hips before Bonnie could get very far onto the bed, and pulled her backside right to the edge of it as she settled onto her knees.  The blood pumping in her ears was right on time.  With her knees on the carpeted deck, and Bonnie on all fours on the bed, she was perfectly lined up with the redhead.

 

Thighs like pillars, and through their entryway was the temple.  Wren began to worship.

 

Her tongue went straight to the slick ring.  Pushing and swirling.  She curled her right shoulder in and brought her thumb to bear on Bonnie’s clit.  Bonnie moaned long and loud, her bare feet pressing into Wren’s sides.  The more she toyed with Bonnie’s sensitive little pearl, the more the doorway opened to her tongue.  She slipped the tip in and up, relishing the sweat-heavy flavor as she explored the velvet walls.  Her eyes drifted shut, and she lost herself in her work.

 

Her left hand slid up Bonnie’s thigh, and her palm came to rest on the gentle, sinuous curve of Bonnie’s ass.  The redhead’s skin glistened and shone in the low light, and as beautiful as the view was, Wren could scarcely keep her eyes open.  This was her element, and her body fell to its task like a holy ritual.

 

“Ahh fuck,” Bonnie moaned.  “You... you really… 不是你的第一次美女?”  The redhead twisted, planting one elbow beneath her to reach back and grab a fistful of Wren’s curls.  Tongue and thumb swirling.  Wren fed the need before her, offering more and more as the altar demanded.  Moving faster.  Pressing harder.  For minutes on end.

 

Bonnie began to writhe, spine flexing up and down like a wave.  Grinding her mons against Wren’s face.  Giving herself over bit by bit to Wren’s experienced touch.  After another minute, she twisted far enough that Wren could lock eyes with her, over her ass and along the length of her back, and after that the redhead fell even faster.  

 

“Where did... oh... oh...”

 

Wren smiled.  Moving her thumb even faster.  Rapidly flicking the tip of Bonnie’s engorged little clit.

 

“Oh my God.”

 

“Mmmm-Hmmm.”

 

“Oh My God,” Bonnie whined.  She let go of Wren’s hair to clutch feverishly at her own breast.  Mauling the nipple with her fingernails.  “Oh my God!”

 

Wren backed off with a gasp, reveling in how wet her mouth and chin were, as she slipped two fingers deep inside the quivering redhead.  She ran her tongue around and over her lips, as far as she could reach, and moaned happily as she savored every drop.

 

Bonnie fell forward on her shoulder, hips still high in the air, as she reached back between her legs to touch herself.  Her eyes rolled up behind the lids as she whined and sighed happily, and Wren was overwhelmed with empathetic bliss.  Moreso than her own enjoyment, and moreso than her own euphoria, Wren loved to make other women cum.  It felt like she was fulfilling her purpose, and Bonnie’s first cum shone line a beacon on her path.

 

She ran her fingertips around her mouth, making sure to catch any fluids her tongue may have missed, as she stood.  Bonnie was still mindlessly teasing her own clit when Wren laid her now-even-more engorged shaft between the upturned cheeks.  It’s thickness was only slightly more filled out, but it had gained at least five more cm in length.  She spread her fingertips wide, thumbs grabbing at the insides of Bonnie’s thighs and pulling while the rest gripped for leverage.

 

Bonnie’s face stretched out long, jaw falling while her eyebrows shot for her hairline, as Wren penetrated her.  Despite the copious fluids pouring out of her, Bonnie’s cunt was still a precariously tight squeeze.  Wren grit her teeth and slid one hand down to the middle of her shaft to help support it and guide it in.

 

“Oh my god,” Bonnie whined.  “Yes.  Yes.”

 

Despite the fact that it was much harder, and much stiffer, than it had been while being sucked off earlier, it was still a fight to keep her cock straight and force it inside the redhead, and if Wren was being honest with herself that fight made the whole thing even hotter.  She liked being on the verge of ‘too big’.  She liked the challenge, and while it did mean that more than a few potential paramours had turned her away over the years, whether out of fear or physical limitations, the ones who had even given penetration a chance had always made it worth her while.

 

She had always made it worth theirs as well.

 

“There we go,” Wren grunted, watching as her groin pressed into the rounded perfection of Bonnie’s ass.  “There we go.”  She gave a long, contented groan, and happily wrapped her palms around Bonnie’s well-formed cheeks again.  The redhead looked up at her, lips quivering, with a mixture of agony and desire that electrified Wren’s skin all over again.

 

“I swear it’s even bigger,” Bonnie moaned.

 

“It is.”

 

Bonnie’s eyes widened as she stared back.  “How much bigger is it gonna get?”

 

Wren gave her no reply save for her smile before pulling back and thrusting with frantic intensity.  Repeatedly pounding her thick flesh into the aching hole.  She’d been hard enough for penetration minutes earlier but she never cut out before finishing a woman orally, ever, and that made the buildup just that much sweeter.

 

Bonnie’s fingers pulled taut lines in the bedsheet as they clenched into fists.  Her hair fell messily around her face, partially obscuring the look that Wren lived for.  Eyes pinched shut.  Brows drawn down.  Teeth clenched.  Lips drawn back.  The fact that it was obscured, though, did not stop Wren from enjoying the effect.

 

Harder.  Faster.

 

The more she went, the wetter Bonnie became.  The wetter Bonnie became, the harder Wren got.  The harder Wren got, the tighter it all felt.  After another minute, Wren hit her favorite moment, when her skin felt so tight around the inside of her that she felt like she might burst open.

 

She wouldn’t, of course.  Years of sailing past that excruciating point had taught her that her skin would stretch that last little bit and settle into a level of surreal agitation, but the nagging sliver of fear as she approached critical mass heightened the whole experience.

 

For minutes on end, Bonnie moaned and groaned, periodically reaching back between her legs to swipe at her clit while Wren pistoned into her from behind.  The blue-haired girl was lost in the motion, eyes wide as she stared down at the gap between their bodies.  She loved getting to fuck girls.  She had always made love to them, and had worn through more than a few strapons in her day, but having her own penis was worth every cred.

 

Hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she homed in on a rising tone in Bonnie’s whining.  An upward trend in intensity.  Another orgasm on the horizon.  Wren’s senses came into laser focus to observe this, the most beautiful phenomenon she had ever seen, but just as the fireworks were about to begin, Bonnie twisted and froze with a wide-eyed look and Wren had felt it too.

 

She’d hit the cervix.  Hard.

 

Bonnie said nothing, merely hovered in place with her eyes bugged out.  Wren was torn between pride, at having reached so lofty a goal, and concern, but after a few seconds, Bonnie began to thrust backwards against her again.  Hesitantly.  The feel of it was all wrong, effort tempered with fear, and Wren pressed her hands into Bonnie’s ass to stop her.

 

“Wait,” she said, pulling out and taking a step back.  Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and she drained the rest of the cup of water beside the bed.  Bonnie tossed her head, throwing a wave of red hair over her shoulder as she looked back, but Wren was back behind her before she could move into a different position.

 

“Tell me you’re not done,” Bonnie groaned.  “I was so close.”

 

“Not done,” Wren said.

 

“Thank God.”  The redhead hung her head down and sighed as she reached back between her thighs.  “I think... nnngh...”

 

“I can’t go back there.  I won’t fit.”

 

“Oh,” Bonnie said breathlessly.  “Well—”

 

“Don’t worry,” Wren said, kneeling beside the bed again.  “I have a plan.”  She looked down at her shaft, with its downward sloping curve, and smiled.  Again Wren brought her thumb to bear on Bonnie’s clit, brushing Bonnie’s hand away and freeing it to pinch and tug at her own nipple, but this time Wren’s tongue went a little higher.  To the heady cluster of nerves surrounding the redhead’s puckered asshole.

 

“Nunnnunnunn,” Bonnie groaned.  Legs and arms twitching.

 

Wren smiled as her tongue burrowed deeper.  The outer ring yielded to her immediately while the inner ring steadily gave way the more she bathed it in attention.  Her cock ached to be inside, and to be used the way she wanted to use it.  It was a glorious ache, the kind that made the delayed reward that much sweeter, but it ached nonetheless.  

 

Bonnie’s weak protestations devolved into gibberish.  Wren leaned back slightly, enough to enjoy the view of the spasming ring slathered in her saliva, and wormed her index finger deep inside.  Then rifled a wad of spit onto the hole and worked it in with two fingers.  Bonnie groaned again, and once she pulled out her fingers Wren could get her tongue even deeper.  Little by little, she stretched the hole, lubricating it with as much saliva as she could muster.

 

When she finally stood up and planted one foot on the bed Bonnie looked to be floating in a sea of hormones, riding a wave of constant stimulation.  She barely twitched as Wren penetrated her with the head and a little more.  A soft groan as she went deeper.  Wren shed her shirt, ripping it off over her head and tossing it behind her, and brought her other foot up onto the bed to crouch low over the redhead.  Bonnie looked back and up, a little afraid, as Wren crouched over her.  Coming halfway inside and more.  A hair deeper with every push.

 

Bonnie’s eyes widened dramatically, and then pinched shut as Wren hugged herself in closer and closer.  Mounting her like a dog.  Nearly all of her front in direct contact with Bonnie’s back.  Her small breasts pressed just below Bonnie’s shoulder blades.  Wren tucked her chin into the redhead’s shoulder, fully inserted into her asshole.  Fully hardened.  Fully engorged.  It was a blissful feeling, and the twitching shudders running through Bonnie were icing on the proverbial cake.

 

Her toes clenched, gripping for purchase, as she thrust herself forward.  Shallow thrusts, but she knew she didn’t need much.  The thickest part of her shaft, at the root, was stretching Bonnie’s ring while the deepest parts were stimulating nerves Bonnie likely didn’t even know she had.  There was so much of her in direct contact with so much of Bonnie that even a little movement produced a mountain of feeling.

 

Bonnie came quickly.  After losing her second orgasm on the cusp of it and then having her ass eaten out, it hadn’t taken much.  Wren smiled, taking it slow.  Her legs began to get a little shaky, but Bonnie collapsed under her long before Wren reached a breaking point.  Of course, Wren fell right on top of her and kept going.  With the redhead face down on the bed, moaning without relief, Wren had much more room to maneuver.  She spread her knees out wide and flexed her hips forward over and over.  Bonnie’s long, warbling moans never quite ceased, and in the back of her head Wren wondered if Bonnie had been cumming continuously.

 

Wren had lost track of time when her legs and abs started aching, so she eased back onto her heels and panted.  Bonnie was a delirious wreck beneath her, but Wren’s blood sang for more.  She rolled Bonnie onto her side, one leg extended underneath her and the other raised in the air, and pushed herself right back inside the stretched hole, with a little bit of lube to ease the entry.  She brought Bonnie’s left leg up to her torso, foot dangling over her shoulder, and held it there as she gazed hungrily at the other woman.  Gape mouthed.  Drooling.  Her empathetic connection kicked into overdrive, and Wren lost herself in the thrusting.

 

She was so deep in the swells that it barely registered when Bonnie orgasmed for the third time, or the fourth.  She was already as high as she’d ever felt.  She could not get more turned on, or more erect.

 

The alarm going off behind her was like the shattering of glass.  Wren whirled, having to fight every instinct in her body to ignore it, and scrambled across the bed.

 

“What’re,” Bonnie mumbled, tiredly, as Wren opened the drawer beside her bed and popped a pill into the palm of her hand.  “What’re you...”

 

Wren said nothing as she swallowed the pill and strode over to the faucet in her quarters.

 

“Are you... did that buzzing mean something?”

 

“Yup,” Wren said, as she filled the cup and chugged half of it.

 

Bonnie groaned as she stretched and curled herself up toward the head of the bed.  “Are you... are you going to—”

 

Wren sighed happily, as she slammed the cup back down.  She had to plant both hands on the sink to steady herself as the comedown pill took effect.  “Whew.  That is... wow.”

 

“Are you done?” Bonnie asked tiredly.

 

“Yeah.  Yeah, once that bell rings, that’s time.”  Wren staggered across the room, and nearly didn’t make it to the bed before her legs started to weaken considerably.  An hour had passed much more quickly than she’d realized.  “Wow, that was a good one.”  It took nearly all of the strength she could summon to flip herself onto her back, and she lay there panting in a glorious haze of exhaustion and joy.  “Really good.  Like... like I haven’t had a fuck like that in I don’t know how long.  Did you—”

 

Wren tilted her head to look up, across the bed, but Bonnie’s eyes were closed and the red hair that fell across her face moved gently with her breath.

 

***

 

She woke up hours later, but Bonnie was still sleeping peacefully.  Wren shivered hard as she stared across the bed.  She’d done that.  She’d brought a woman pleasure and worn her out.  It felt wonderful, and that joy straightened her spine in a way that nothing else did.  It was an accomplishment worth being proud of.

 

Just on the surface of it, Bonnie was a pretty woman.  Her small breasts had a beautiful drooping shape with extremely dark, sensitive nipples.  Perfect size for her tongue.  Her legs and thighs were more muscular than Wren’s.  Really, all of her was more muscular than Wren, though Wren was no slouch.  It added a layer to her pleasure to have topped such an impressive physical specimen.

 

Wren stretched a little before standing and padded out of the room as softly as she could, pausing only to grab a shirt and shorts for herself.  First she went into the cabin to make sure that they were still drifting in the right direction at sublight speeds, and that nothing had changed.  Then she went back into the galley.  She filled up another glass of water and drained it.  She’d likely need two more before long, as the drugs she took dried her out and left her feeling like a piece of crispy bacon.

 

Thinking about bacon got her thinking about breakfast, and before long Wren was back in the hold with a bowl of cereal in her hands.  Circling the hold on the catwalk.  Thinking about the tumultuousness of the last twenty four hours.  Quite a few things didn’t add up.  Mr. Cat made an awful noise at her from the bulkhead door as Wren passed, and Wren took that as a sign.  She hobbled down the stairs on unsteady legs to where Bonnie had left the broken data blade, and carried it to her workspace.

 

Wren’s shop, through a door in the forward-most part of the hold, was little more than a tiny counter space surrounded by all of her tools and spare parts.  A few failed experiments from before she’d gotten her scanner to work the way she’d theorized it could, and a few other failed experiments that hadn’t improved the process once she’d gotten it running.  She rummaged for a moment, displacing a few scrap power supplies, until she found the data cable she knew she’d had lying around.

 

Another minute or two, and she gave a triumphant crow as her multi-screen display popped up.  Her test machine had to make three passess before it could interface with the orphaned storage blade, and she was not surprised at all when she got there.  The vast majority of it was pornography, and Wren singled out a few pieces to be scanned and transferred to her own collection.

 

Her enthusiasm dropped when she started to run into security measures.  It had been ages since she’d tried to brute force hack a comms account, but she didn’t have (or need) the tools to do it any more efficiently.  Her area of expertise was hardware.  She wrote a quick subroutine to start working on that in the background and let it go.  She had no luck finding any kind of financial information either.

 

“Wren?”  Bonnie’s voice had sounded far off.

 

“Down here,” Wren called.  “In the hold.”  She scratched her head and planted her chin on her palm as she tried sorting through the drive by recent activity.

 

“Where?”  Closer.

 

“Down here.”

 

Bonnie came around to the door and stayed there.  “Is this where technology goes to die?”

 

Wren laughed, nodding, and cycled through a few documents.  The fourth one sent her eyebrows rising.

 

“Corporate terrorist?” Wren said, exasperatedly, staring at a wanted notice with Bonnie’s face on it.

 

The redhead folded her arms across her chest sourly, and leaned against the frame of the bulkhead door.  “That’s what they call me.”

 

“This says you blew up a station!”

 

“It was mostly abandoned,” Bonnie said, tilting her head.  “没有人受伤, but it sent a message.”

 

“Bonnie, why did those scavs have your...”

 

“I’m wanted by Jyi Bao and Torrentus, and I’m sure I’ve crossed a couple other corporations too.  That notice is everywhere”

 

Wren barely heard a word of that, focused as she was on the bottom half of the wanted notice.  The half that gave Bonnie’s last known location and only known accomplice.

 

“Oh my God, is that you?” Bonnie asked.

 

“Huh.”

 

It was.

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