DE - Lewd #1 - Alana X Vells "Blowing off steam."

Checking in to the hotel had been a nerve wracking experience for Alana, she had mostly hovered anxiously behind Vells as he talked to the desk clerk. With his bantha leather jacket draped over her shoulders she felt like some dumb teenager. She was *acting* like a dumb teenager.

After Vells paid, they made their way in silence into the small room and sealed the door behind them.

No sooner was it closed then Vells made a move toward her, his hands brushing his jacket off her shoulders before running down her back to pull her close.

Alana put a halting hand to his chest, "No," she said.

Vells blinked, "No, what? You change your mind?"

"No," Alana said, more firmly, "I just have some rules."

Vells blinked, "I thought we agreed to let go of that stuff?"

"Not these," Alana replied. "Number one, I will be taking my underwear back with me."

Vells rolled his eyes, "Kriff, Alana, I was kidding about the trophy."

"Number two," Alana pressed on, heedless. "If I hear *one* word comparing me to Zepal or anyone else, we're done."

Vells smirked, eyes wandering down her body while trying to remain patient. "I promise that."

"Number three and final," Alana continued, "No kissing."

"No kissing?" Vells repeated.

"That's correct," Alana says. "This is just for relieving some pent up stress, it's nothing else." She almost added 'We'll be keeping this professional.' but realized how stupid that sounded.

"It'll be hard, but I won't kiss you," Vells said solemnly. "If that's what you want."

Alana nodded, "Now let's get started before I sober up." She took a step back, reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up, supple breasts hanging free.

Miming her action, Vells removed his own shirt before  ogling her figure, Alana carefully watching his eyes as they roamed her torso, moving over the graceful swell of her breasts to her erect nipples. If he hadn't already been rock hard and ready, he would have been now.

"This body is wasted in a uniform," Vells said.

"I could say the same to you," Alana said, already studying the pilot's muscled frame and noting the lattice of scars across his chest and arms.

Vells grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into him, stopping himself from kissing those lush, full lips at the last moment, instead he laid a hand on her hip and ran it up her side to cup her breast, eliciting a high, quiet noise. "Did my commanding officer just *squeak* at me?" he asked.

Her hands likewise went to his chest, feeling the firmness beneath his skin, "She'll do more than that if you're as good at this as you act," she said.

Vells hummed happily to himself and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently rolling it.

Alana closed her eyes and exhaled quietly, her hands on his chest became sharp as she turned her fingertips to drag her nails across his skin, urging him onward. He was slowly walking her to the bed, thinking of how she'd feel and what sort of sounds she might make when her eyes snapped open again.

This time he saw in them a look he'd only rarely seen, that of a predator eyeing its prey. She shoved him lightly so he fell back, sitting on the bed looking up at her where she was already unbuckling her belt and undoing the buttons on her pants. This time, Vells only watched as they slid over her hips and down to the floor, pooling around her ankles leaving her naked save a thin, black, pair of panties. After straightening up, she looked down at Vells expectantly. Her face was a mask of impatience, but glittering behind those emerald eyes was something more animal, a barely restrained lust.

Vells didn't look away from her as he unbuckled his own pants and pulled out his cock, hard and ready, taking satisfaction when Alana's eyes dropped to it, her face relaxing appreciatively. Before he could ask, she was pulling down and stepping out of her underwear revealing smooth, bare skin. She laid a hand on Vell's chest, pushing him back to lie flat as she moved to straddle him. His eyes went to her pussy, glistening and ready, hovering just above him.

Alana reached under herself, taking his cock by the base and holding it still as she lowered slowly onto it.

"Aaahhhh," she exhaled as he slid into her, gliding in until she came to rest, her skin flush against his.

Both of them remained that way a moment, Alana breathing heavily, leaning forward so her hands were planted to either side of Vell's head, her breasts hanging down just above him, his cock throbbing inside her. "Okay?" he asked, resisting the urge to move on his own.

Alana nodded, "It's just . . . tight."

Vells didn't disagree. He was about to ask her if she wanted to try something else when she shifted her weight forward, hips lifting up, sliding off him, the silky friction making Vells grit his teeth and hold himself back. She felt better than he'd imagined, and he'd imagined she'd feel pretty damn good. At the top of her arc, just before he would pop back out, she went back down, just as smoothly, exhaling as she did. Soon she was working up her pace, lifting herself up and down along his dick, rocking back and forth, savoring the feeling of being penetrated.

As she worked, Vells grabbed her breasts, massaging them with his palms, feeling their weight before craning his head up to lick her nipples, first one and then the other before taking one into his mouth and suckling on it while Alana rode him.

"Mmph," she squeezed her eyes closed, mirroring a tightening he felt inside her, around his shaft. She straightened her back, and pulled away from his mouth and was working faster now, her whole body rising and falling, breasts bouncing subtly. Her hands replaced Vells', fondling and holding her breasts as she rode him, her breaths were now short gasps, "Ah! Ah! Ahh!"

The pilot held her hips, helping her up and pulling her back down again and again, pushing up into her with each impact, harder and harder. "Yes, yes!" she cried, growing even tighter around him. "Ahhhh!" she let out one last sharp cry and convulsed, arching her back as she came, head lolling back in ecstasy, her gyrations becoming erratic and stopping altogether, wetness flooding her crotch. "Kriff," she panted, leaning forward to rest her hands on Vells' chest.

He didn't give her a moment to relax, rolling to the side to dump her onto the bed with a squeal of surprise and then he was on top of her, turning her to lie face down, arms tucked in, with her hands on either side of her head. "What are you-"

He straddled her legs, his cock wet from her being inside her and poised to dive in again. He dropped a stinging swat onto her ass and watched it jiggle. It was so satisfying that he gave her another spank, reddening her skin slightly.

"Ah! Stop that!" Alana said, her voice quavering.

Vells paid her no mind, grabbing her supple ass with both hands and spreading her open, taking in at once the small, puckered star of her anus and her sopping vagina.

"You got yours," Vells said calmly, positioning himself so his head was just nuzzling against the lips of her cunt, "I'm just going to get mine."

Alana only whimpered softly as he penetrated her, finding her much wetter than she had been the first time, but no less restrictive. Her tightness yielded inch by inch to him as he pushed into her. Alana couldn't help but push back, craving the sensation of him entering her and driving deep. Once he was firmly inside, he held her cheeks spread with his thumbs and started to relentlessly fuck her, being rewarded with a series of low moans and gasps.

While he pumped her, he worked his thumb closer to her tiny anus until it was pressed firmly against her asshole. Alana was so lost in bliss she didn't notice until he started to push it into her.

"D-don't do that," she blurted, starting to  prop herself up.

Vells stopped, "Too much?"

Alana hesitated, "I've . . . I've never . . . "

"You might like it," Vells says, pressing further in, causing her to clench on him through both holes he was penetrating.

"I don't think so! Not . . .not this time," she said.

"'This time'?" Vells teased.

"I won't repeat myself. Now . . . get that-" she wouldn't say 'out of me'.

Vells pulled back out, feeling her shudder and tense as the strange sensation of a foreign body penetrating a foreign place withdrew.

"Maybe next time then," he said.

"I'd have to be pretty drunk to agree to . . . that . . .  with you."

"I think you're pretty drunk right now," Vells said before directing his energy into pounding her from behind, whatever remark Alana had prepared was lost in a series of breathy moans. Each thrust was met with a 'slap' of impact between his hips and her ass.

Alana turned so she was looking back over her shoulder at Vells, her half-lidded eyes and parted lips pushing him closer to the edge of climax. Something in that expression had changed subtly, this was a woman caught in the throes of passion. She whispered his name.

Vells leaned in, putting his weight on her backside until he was face to face with her, almost lying on top of her. Alana's eyes closed as they kissed, tongues intertwining, her lips on his while he continued to thrust into her. After the kiss, he only lasted another second before the silky sensation of her clenching vagina overcame him and he exploded in her, shooting hot cum into her soaking pussy with a groan.

Alana made a throaty purr of appreciation as he filled her, kissing him a second time, softly on the lips before she turned partly away, signaling an end to her coupling.

Breathing hard, Vells pulled out of her with a wet sound and flopped onto his back beside Alana, shoulder to shoulder.

She turned to face him, "You left a mess for me back there, didn't you?"

"I don't think you objected," he said.

"A fair point, Lieutenant."

"Vells," He corrected.

"Lieutenant," She said, more firmly.

"At least tell me you enjoyed it."

Alana gave him a coy smile, "You're in doubt?"

Vells laughed.

"So . . . How was it with Zepal?" she asked.

Vells studied her face a moment, "I'm sorry, Admiral. I'm under strict orders not to discuss such things."

Alana giggled, a surprisingly girlish sound for her to make, even after what he'd just seen and done with her. It was hard to think of the Bloody Baroness as anything other than a force of nature, let alone as girl. "You're impossible."

"I uh," Vells said, "Wanted to check . . . We both know that  . . . *this* would never work. But if you ever wanted to . . . Let off steam in the future-"

"I don't foresee that, Lieutenant," she said. "What happened is now the past, and we'll never speak of it again. Are we clear?"

Amazing how fast- even lying naked on the bed- she stopped being Alana, a tipsy girl in the grip of lust, and started being Admiral Tyrna again. At the same time though, he also couldn't help but remember her command to him that there would be no kissing.

"Clear, ma'am."

"You should leave first," She said. "I need to clean up and then I'll head back on my own."

Vells almost argued with her, offered to at least help her collect her things, but her expression dissuaded him. "As you say ma'am." He stood and started by pulling his pants back on. "And if you should ever want drinks again- with or without the kriffing- don't hesitate." He stopped, there was so much more to say, but none of it would change anything.

Alana watched him from where she lay on the bed, head popped on an arm, one leg curled up like some kind of pinup model. Vells wished one last time he was allowed *some* kind of trophy. He'd have to settle for the memories. "Goodnight, Alana. See you around."

She smiled back. "Goodnight."