Long Haul Ch. 01

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 said.

"Huh."