Chapter 4 - On Independence: Episode 4


                                  On Independence
                                       by Volpone

                                        Episode 4

          Quinn lifted her from her kneeling position and brought her
closer, putting both arms around her waist and kissing her lovely
feminine stomach. She wasn't hard like a bodybuilder. She had that
slight roundness that he found so wonderfully female, telling him
clearly that this was a woman with curves and padding the way he
liked them. He always felt slightly reserved around women of the
too-slender variety, as if afraid he might bruise them.
          Vibhrama didn't look likely to bruise. He might leave a
hand print or two before the night was through, but anything more
serious he sincerely doubted.
          “Lay down and roll over,” she told him.
          “Something you have in mind?” he asked as he complied,
putting his arms up so he could rest his forehead on his crossed
forearms.
          “Just wanting to do a bit of pampering,” she told him as
she crawled onto the bed.
          She knelt on the bed and moved so that she was straddled
over his thighs. This not only gave her a comfortable place to sit,
it also pressed interesting areas against the back of his legs, of
which she was well aware.
          “This is the first chance I've had to really thank you
properly. It's not often I get a chance to repay someone for saving
my life in such a literal way.”
          He didn't move or open his eyes, but he did admit, “That's
part of why I didn't want to do this before. I'm not big on sex when
obligation is the motive. I'd hoped we were past that stage.”
          She began to massage his shoulders and back, her hands warm and
supple, clearly knowing a great deal about how to make a massage
more than simply pleasurable.
          As she started to work on him, “Handsome,” she replied,
“obligation has nothing to do with it. I'm simply happy I get to use
the skills I learned as a Companion to show you... how lucky you
are... that you... decided to save me.”
          He chuckled at how neatly she'd turned the tables on him
verbally. He enjoyed women who were much more than simply pretty or
adept in bed. It was what was between their ears that brought him
back most of the time.
          He gave a profound moan as she started in on the muscles
that ran down each side of his spine. He'd traded plenty of
back/front/wherever rubs with ladies in his time, and he'd received a
number of massages by female professionals (both therapeutic and
sensual), but Vibhrama was about the best he'd ever experienced. She
made it not only relaxing to his muscles, she also made it sensually
pleasurable and invigorating, demonstrating a knowledge of
musculature, anatomy and the nervous system well beyond the normal
scope of any massage therapist or courtesan calling herself one.
          And when she drew her nails down his back in passing, she
was surprised by the strength of the reaction she got.
          “MMMmmmwwwooooowww!” he purred loudly, arching his
shoulders and back as her nails traveled over his skin, and then he
gave a heavy sigh.
          “Oh, my!” she chuckled. “I think I've found what someone
likes.”
          He didn't open his eyes, but he smiled broadly and told
her, “I'll stop you before you draw blood.”
          It was more fun than she'd had in bed in a long time, and
actual sex (the direct genital stimulation kind) wasn't even
involved.
          Yet Quinn's reactions were so lovely and appreciative that
she simply couldn't move on to things of a more sexual nature. He
purred and moaned and basically gave her such clear feedback she was
just astounded.
          It was the quietest standing ovation she'd ever had. And
it didn't stop.
          Quinn didn't have a clock in his quarters, and so she
didn't truly know how long she worked on him, but she was amazed that
she had managed to discover something that would keep him willing to
lie there and soak up her attentions. He didn't strike her as a
passive kind of person, which was very astute. However, she had
discovered the one thing that would make him melt and stay that way.
          Quinn was a back slut.
          But as fun as it was to turn such a strong, capable man
into a drooling attention sponge, she began to grow a little
impatient.
          And so she began to grow more brazen as she went, her hands
and fingers exploring the area on the inside of his thighs and his
muscular ass more lingeringly, and she began to lean down and slide
herself along his back in a sinuous manner.
          “Oooooh,” he purred, “sssssssssssskinnnnnnnnnn.”
          And as she rubbed her breasts along his skin, she started
to kiss and nip as she went—an ear this time... his shoulder blade
the next... drawing her warm tongue along the place where his right
buttock and thigh met...
          The fingers of her left hand pushed between his thighs and
she wiggled them, telling him that she wanted room to work, and he
gave a comfortable sigh as he shifted, not giving her total access
but certainly more than she'd had.
          She decided it was probably enough.
          She began massaging his firm ass and drawing her
fingernails up the inside of the back of his thighs, then she slid a
hand down so she could massage his prostate from the outside, telling
him in bold print where she intended to take things next.
          He clearly didn't object because this was greeted with
another loud purr, though this one was deeper in his chest and could
more properly be called a rumble. Whatever she called it, it told
her he was happy to have her go right ahead.
          Hmm... I wonder how open he is? she thought.
          He felt her lean in close and press her next kiss over his
anus.
          He gave a short hum that sounded a bit like, Oh, really?
          As he didn't object, she decided to demonstrate something
most Companions didn't do.
          He felt her warm tongue begin to tease his asshole, and
Quinn simply relaxed and let her do as she liked.
          It was far from the first time he'd had analingus performed on him.
He kept himself scrupulously clean at all times both front and back,
and several of his paramours liked to do this when they wanted to
feel particularly naughty. Of course the culture back on Tertius
(his “modern” home and where his co-spouses lived) was very relaxed
about such matters, the puritanical ideas of the time before man had
reached the stars long washed away with the inevitable acceptance of
privacy being exactly that... private.
          And so if Vibhrama hoped to shock Quinn, she was
disappointed. However, that didn't mean she was about to let her
overtures go to waste.
          She used her tongue quite expertly, clearly showing that if
she ever took a female to bed, they would clearly have nothing to
complain about as her technique would have worked just as well on
feminine treasures as they did here.
          Slipping the first inch or two inside him several times,
she thought that maybe she'd try another advanced technique on him.
          Quinn felt her shift slightly and then a long feminine finger
replaced her tongue. She slid her questing digit in as far as it
could reach and she began to massage his prostatic plexus, the
cluster of nerves that reside at the back of the prostate gland. It
had been nicknamed the “male g-spot” some couple of centuries before,
and any Companion knew how to stimulate it for best effect. When
done right, it would give a male an orgasm very close to the kind a
female had when she “squirted”. It was, in Vibhrama's knowledge, the
only way she'd ever heard of a man passing out from the strength of
his climax.
          She intended to see if she could do that with Quinn.
          But Quinn knew exactly what it would do. Even with his
short recovery time, that kind of orgasm would probably finish the
evening for him.
          “As much as I appreciate what you'd like to do,” he told
her, “why don't we save that for the finale? I'd like to spend a lot
more time enjoying your favors before the night is spent.”
          “Hmm,” she said noncommittally, giving him a look that
clearly questioned his putting the brakes on her fun, but she gently
withdrew her finger.
          He rolled over so he could face her and smiled. He raised
an eyebrow and said slyly, “Come 'ere a moment.”
          She crawled over him until she was on all fours, her face
over his. She knew that no woman who looked straight down at her
partner in bed would look her best since gravity was far from
friendly in that position, but she really didn't give a fuck at the
moment. She was in bed with a man she wanted and he seemed to be
playing hard-to-get. It wasn't something she was used to happening.
          The men she pursued seldom ran very fast.
          It turned out Quinn was no exception.
          He hooked a hand behind her neck and pulled her down,
giving her a firm open-mouthed kiss.
          She was momentarily shocked. A little over a minute ago,
she'd had her tongue someplace rather private, but he seemed to think
kissing her at the moment was perfectly normal.
          In her experience, this was not the behavior of a normal
man.
          She couldn't have been more correct.
          He asked, “What's wrong?”
          She gave him a smile and said, “You don't do anything
expected, do you?”
          He gave her a shrug.
          “I prefer not to be overly predictable,” he admitted. “Does it
bother you?”
          “If it doesn't bother you,” she replied.
          He looked slightly puzzled a moment, then he got the
connection and laughed.
          “Sweetheart,” he told her, “if I had problems with that,
I'd have stopped you before you started. A man who will come in a
woman's mouth or let her tongue his ass and then refuse to kiss her?
I really can't see a more obvious double-standard. I did my best to
rid myself of that kind of hypocrisy long ago. Besides, that's
insulting to the lady.”
          His graphic language was out of character from what she'd
heard him use, but she realized that if there was anyplace you should
be able to speak plainly, it's when you're naked in bed.
          She had to admit, she'd not performed analingus like that for a
number of years, but still... Deadwood or core planet, no man had
kissed her after what he described.
          He wanted to know, “Are we going to do something with this,
or are you having second thoughts about my behavior?” and gestured to
his bobbing erection. He was still hard enough to not be resting on
his abdomen but actually standing up at an angle.
          “Just what would you like?” she asked. “You called off my
last suggestion.”
          He took her hand and pulled her so she had to kneel across
him or fall on top of him.
          She chose to kneel, fully aware of where this positioned
her.
          “Good answer,” she responded, and she moved her pelvis and
rolled her hips so the head of his cock ran firmly along her wet
labia. “And I was afraid you'd gotten spooked.”
          He took her by the hips and pushed her back slightly, then
flexed his hips enough to penetrate her.
          “Slow, honey,” she advised, but she realized she needn't
have bothered. Once he had gotten her partly impaled, he eased up
and let her settle over him at her own speed.
          Part of why he'd slowed so abruptly was he wanted to take
his time, but the larger part was she was incredibly snug sexually
speaking.
          “No rush on my part,” he responded. “Damn!”
          “Problem?” she asked, a smug look on her face.
          She knew precisely what he was referring to since on
Deadwood she was rumored to feel more like a virgin than a woman of
considerable experience. She did exercises regularly because no one
but the desperate would pay for a woman who was literally “loose”
below the waist, and a madame who wasn't something special didn't
stay in business very long.
          She eased herself down slowly, making sure they both
enjoyed the trip, and she stopped before she hit bottom because she
knew just how far to take a man Quinn's length without hurting
herself. Trying for that last inch and a half would be the kind of
pain she didn't care for.
          He teased, “I thought you said you had gentlemen callers at
the Heart of Gold. Clearly you didn't entertain them yourself. Have
you been saving yourself for anyone special?”
          She knew the byplay was just that, but she still liked
hearing her work paid off, though she could have likely not bothered
for Quinn. He was big enough to not feel lost in most any woman.
          “You don't believe you're the one I've been waiting for?”
she asked in a coy voice. “I must not be doin' my job right.”
          “Any more 'right' and you'd strangle me,” he told her with
a smile. He was moving with great care so far, letting her take
point and lead the way. She certainly needed no help from him to
make things enjoyable.
          “Flatterer,” she accused with a smile, and she began to
rock her hips rhythmically. The evening had begun rather well, and
she intended it to stay that way until they were both too tired or
too sore to walk. They weren't expected back at the other ship until
tomorrow morning, and she wanted to use all of that time she could to
“thank him” properly. Getting well and thoroughly sexed was usually
acceptable in that regard.
          He gave her control of the pace, but he had an idea about
the position. He put a hand on her abdomen just over he solar plexus
and pushed gently, showing he wanted her to lean back.
          She nodded and put her hands back to brace herself on his
knees. This gave her more support since more of her weight was off
her hips, but the angle also put him so the crown of his cock pulled
against...
          “Damn,” she panted with a smile. The position was pushing him right
across her g-spot, and she was going to have trouble keeping control
if this kept up. She was used to concentrating on her client, and
this one was concentrating entirely too well on her. Normally she
needed to be on all fours to get this kind of stimulation while being
fucked, and usually not even then. Still, she never had trouble
climaxing during sex unless the man was someone she couldn't stand,
and she'd not had one of those since becoming a madame.
          Quinn certainly did not fall into that category.
          As this was happening, Quinn was not being as passive as it
appeared, though what he was doing was hidden from normal view. Neural
induction was not a skill most humans had, or rather only one had,
and that person presently had his cock buried in Vibhrama's talented
pussy. He simply bridged the gap between their nervous systems using
the points their nerve endings touched, and by following the signals
her sensory nerves were transmitting, he found where her “reward
circuit” was firing most heavily. All he needed to do was
consciously trigger some more stimulus to this lovely little cluster
and...)
          She kept watching him to see if she could tell what might
make him lose some of this control he was showing. She'd hoped he
might be getting near, because in just a few more strokes she was
going to—
          “Aaaaiiii!” she cried wordlessly, her eyes closed tight.
          She spasmed hard as she came. She wanted to shout a very earthy
obscenity at the moment to express how she felt, but she managed to
stay that much in control.
          And then she felt something, and her eyes flew open in time
to watch Quinn press one wet thumb over her clitoris and rub.
          It was actually more a magician's trick than truly giving
her more pleasure. He simply used the new contact to cover how he
was about to tinker with her neural input. Press with thumb... damp
down his feedback response... and send jolt of stimulus to reward
circuit.
          Vibhrama suddenly gave a gasp almost of pain and her orgasm
suddenly hit her harder than she'd ever anticipated. Her body
bucked, her breasts shaking violently, her nipples so tight they
hurt, and she felt herself squirt. She continued to cry out, but she
couldn't have formed words to express what she was feeling because
she was a purely sexual animal at that moment, her body overriding
her higher brain function as she rejoiced in being fucked this way.
          If she hadn't had her eyes closed, she'd have seen Quinn
smiling hugely as she reacted so perfectly to what he'd done. He got
such incredible enjoyment from making his partner climax this way.
It was for him one of the things that made him willingly accept he
was no longer “human” in the traditional sense. It helped make up
for his loneliness knowing he was the last of his kind, and he'd stay
the last until he found some way to Quicken others as he had been.
          But what it helped him do was pretty sweet compensation.
          He felt her as she tensed up, and the muscles in her hips
were getting ready to drive his lovely paramour down harder onto his
erection, and from this angle, she had all the control. Her body was
in control and was about to do something she'd regret when he hit her
cervix.
          He moved fast and his hands went to her hips to stop her,
and she almost lifted her legs off the bed in her attempt to fuck
herself harder on him.
          He did the only thing he could under the circumstances, and
he lifted her high enough so he could free his legs, though not high
enough to pull himself out. He tried to make it look planned, but it
was still slightly awkward as he got his legs beneath him and rocked
forward, flipping her back firmly onto the mattress, her weight
landing on her shoulders, and his shifting so that he held her ass in
place as he knelt and began stroking into her.
          It seemed he'd gotten away with it because the show of
brute force just made her gasp in appreciation as her orgasm
continued to peak and she shook violently and cried out in unbearable
pleasure.
          It was a good thing the position gave him the right angle
so each stroke continued to push the wide crown of his cock against
her g-spot, and she kept quaking, her hands trying to do something to
express her feelings but finally only able to dig savagely into the
covers beneath them as her pelvis rose and shook rhythmically in time
with Quinn's forceful strokes.
          He kept her from relaxing too much as each time she stopped
climaxing, he'd give her just thirty seconds or so to rest, then he'd
thrust into her harder, putting each stroke right across her g-spot,
and he make her come again.
          After about her twelfth or thirteenth orgasm, she wasn't
able to keep going. She hadn't been so well-fucked in... well...
ever, and after coming so many times, her muscles finally just gave
out, dropping her weight onto his legs. Her hand weakly tried to
grasp at him and finally caught hold of his forearm, wordlessly
telling him to stop.
          He didn't shift far enough to make anything uncouple or
cause discomfort, but he held her in place as she slowly regained
control.
          “W... wai... wait...” she managed, panting and trembling as
she tried hard to bring her body back under her will.
          After almost a minute, she said unsteadily, “And here I
thought I was gonna be thankin' you.”
          He grinned and said, “In that case, you're welcome.”




