Pixie Hazard by Archibald Bradford (top young adult novels .txt) 📕

curl as his tongue thrust deeper inside of her, the wet noises of his efforts filling the room as he panted against her flesh.

With every muscle in her thighs and ass taut, she began to rock back and forth over his head, her moist sex sliding over his working mouth.

“Okay yeah... fuck. Keep doing that baby.”

With one hand on the wall of her bunk and the other gripping his hair to help him keep his mouth where it needed to be, she rode his face with aching slowness.

Whenever he struck a nerve, or rather the bundle of nerves that was her clit, she would smack her hand against the wall and spasm against him.

Beads of sweat trickled from the sides of his face as his tongue tasted her sweet and salty tang. He ruefully, and privately, admitted that having his head between her legs like this was very much akin to having it in a fleshy furnace.

But no way was he going to complain, not with the tantalizing promise of her forgiveness hanging in the balance.

The tempo of her riding his face increased as her pleasure mounted, helped along by his hands stroking against her sides, occasionally reaching up to grope at her breasts.

With him working so earnestly on her privates, she didn’t take long to cum. Her whole body seized up suddenly as her hand slapped the wall one final time.

“Oh-fucking-god-yes!” She cried out all at once.

He had focused all of his attention on her clit, sucking on it fiercely and ramping up her pleasure to an impossible degree while pinching both of her nipples.

Her thighs pressed in on either side of his head as she juttered and squirmed above him, crying out her pleasure to the room again and again.

He took pity on her clit once certain that she had gotten as much pleasure as humanly possible out of his work on it, switching to lathing over the entirety of her pussy with his tongue as she came down from her orgasm.

Though he was extremely aroused by the encounter he had no expectations of her returning the favour, not even when she flopped down on the bed beside him and pulled him over.

He was satisfied just with the opportunity to cuddle with her again.

Inevitably the prior conversation resumed, the only difference now was her lack of clothes.

“I’m just so tired of being scared all the time.” He whispered; “People keep telling me I shouldn’t be out here, and now I’m the first person to agree with them!”

She looked a bit hurt at that, but he was quick to snuggle against her side.

“Honestly, if it weren’t for you I don’t know what I would do.”

Maria went from slightly offended to extremely smug as she held him tight and kissed his forehead.

“I’ll keep you safe baby, at least until we know what’s what. It’s okay to hide behind me even though I’m a little girl.”

She said the last bit rather cheekily, both of them fully aware that every innumerable inch of Maria Gustav was all woman.

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The mischief that Eniella and Bunny had gotten up to with Davie sadly didn’t last long before the pilot’s console starting dinging with a slipspace feed request.

And despite what Eva might think, it turned out to be a good thing that Maria was in her quarters being distracted by Bryan again because Jonathan Demarco was on the phone.

Donnie took the call in tac-ops, Eniella and Bunny watching on.

“It seems you killed someone in the Iowa Clan that you ought not to have killed.” Demarco was saying; “And while Mung is a fairly rough station, Juan Corps does not appreciate murder onboard, at least, not the way that you do it. So very... messy.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” The skipper sniffed.

Like she was about to admit to anything on a live feed.

The hologram of his face hovering over the table smiled genially at her disdain.

“I’m talking, and this is against my better judgment, about offering you clemency. Give up the boy, and I will smooth things over for you with Juan and the Iowa Clan. Don’t and you will be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life. I imagine by now you’ve figured out his worth.”

“Clemency sounds awfully generous of you given that the last time we spoke you were saying something about washing my mouth out... Johnny Dee.”

Despite her saying his name like a curse, he chuckled thinly at the moniker.

“Ah yes. I would much prefer people called me Jonathan, or even Mister Demarco, but children these days have the attention spans of gnats. So ‘Johnny Dee’ it is. As for the rest, I’m willing to let bygones be bygones if you are.”

Already tired of the conversation, Donnie crossed her arms over her breasts.

“Can you guarantee that you’re able to smooth things over with Juan and Iowa?”

Sensing weakness, Demarco smiled wide.

“I am a man of my word when it counts Captain Nelson.”

Just out of his line of sight Donnie gave a signal to Eniella, counting down on her fingers as she pretended to mull over his offer.

“Alright Mister Demarco, you win. We’ll give up the kid. But I want assurances that-”

“WHAT?!” Bunny exclaimed, her ears flat and her tail puffed up in shock.

Eniella started laughing.

“Relax kitty, I cut the feed mid sentence. As far as that pendejo knows, the captain is licked and ready to deal.”

The alien cat crossed her arms over her breasts and jutted her lip out in a pout.

“I’m so confused. The glowing man wants to lick DeeDee?”

Eniella choked back another laugh while Donnie shook her head.

“No baby, well, actually maybe. But cutting the link was just a stupid trick; it should hopefully buy us a bit of time while he wonders