“Appeasement”

She had a purpose, as she crawled. A purpose that would be fulfilled tonight, for it had gone unfulfilled for far too long. Determination, and something else a bit darker and more primal, glinted in the DearS raspberry eyes as she spied her prey. He was sleeping on a mat on the floor, even though they had been provided with western-style beds on the ship.

Ikuhara Takeya. Takeya. Master.

…Love.

She felt her heart twitter, replaying his “confession” in her mind, over and over, like a mantra. It only served to drive her forward.

“Takeya…” She whispered in her coy cat-like way, stretching the syllables of his name. A slender hand reached out, fingertips landing lightly on his lips. Slowly, she traced their shape, letting out a little sigh of impatience. He gave an almost indiscernible shudder, reflexively trying to bat her away.

She caught his hand, and brought it to her own mouth, leaving little trails of warm kisses upon his fingers, his wrist. Takeya’s eyes fluttered open.

“Ren?”

“Takeya…I have come to…to…” He gazed at her with eyes darkened with slumber, and suddenly the trained DearS felt herself flounder. A heated blush blazed across her cheeks as Takeya struggled to sit up, still looking at her with confusion. He looked at his hand, so close to her wet lips…so close, so warm…

Takeya swallowed a lump in his throat. “What have you come for, Ren?” Ren’s eyes darted, catching his but only for a moment. Her breath was labored, he noted, and couldn’t help but watch the rise and fall of her chest in his nightshirt, fitting so becomingly on her full figure. One hand still gripped his, the other fiddled nervously with the hem of her shirt and moved to undo her long, trademark braid.

She’s nervous…

This certainly wasn’t the other Ren, the other Ren that was confident and sure of herself, that approached him with such a calm demeanor. But it was okay.

Slowly, as if drawing in a frightened doe, Takeya pulled Ren to his chest. He knew he too was nervous, and knew exactly what was going to happen that night. Ren had come to him, but it was Takeya that was going to show her the way of love. It was Takeya that was going to make her feel safe and wanted.

“Ren…can you hear my heart?” The DearS gave a slight nod, nuzzling closer. “It beats a special rhythm. One that only you can conjure. Only you, Ren.” She mewled a bit, a heated sensation spreading throughout her limbs that was alien to her. “Takeya, I feel so warm…”

With a small smile, he placed his hand upon her fast-beating heart. “I’m glad,” he whispered in her ear, “Because it means your heart beats the same rhythm for me.”

He didn’t let her respond – just moved his hands up to her shoulders and almost roughly pushed her on her back. Was it any other situation, Ren’s “deer-in-the-headlights” face would have been comical.

Takeya moved so that his legs straddled Ren’s hips, and planted his hands on either side of her face. This caused his hips to grind pleasurably against hers. Ren’s breath came out in a short gasp, her eyes widening at the sensation. He started to lean forward, his goal being her mouth, but the DearS firmly put her hand to his chest.

“Again.”

A look of puzzlement came over his face for a moment and impatiently, Ren deftly wrapped her legs about Takeya’s waist, hands gripping his backside. “Re-n….” He began, but she responded with shifting her hips up, grinding against him hard and slow. He, too, gasped, eyes fluttering to a close. His arms started to feel a bit weak, so he let himself be pulled down to her, finding her chest warm against his own. The top buttons of her shirt were already undone, and his left hand slowly began to fumble with the rest as he barely supported himself on his right elbow.

But her confidence renewed, Ren had other plans in mind. With a surprising strength and legs still loosely about him, she put all her weight into turning him onto his back. Instinctively, for the DearS had been trained for this very thing, Ren’s back arched and she once again rocked against him, agonizingly slow; over and over. Lying helpless and dizzy underneath her seduction, Takeya’s eyes slid closed and he let himself be swept away by a current of coursing, electric feelings.

A sudden memory flashed in his mind, interrupting his ecstasy.

Ren, kneeling over his shaking body, “Ren senses sexual desires from Takeya. They are quite strong. So Ren will ‘appease’ them and satiate you. It is Ren’s duty as a slave.” An insistent hand pushing him towards the ground, bright eyes boring into his own. Takeya stutters frantically about love, all the while falling. The alien sits up and begins to undress, eyes cast down. “Love? This is not love. Ren is…Takeya’s slave.”

Ren had ceased her movements, a hand flying to her breast. “Master…Ren can feel it. Your hesitation…it cuts through Ren’s heart.” He could not meet her eyes, made so sad by him.

“I just…Ren…are we, I mean, do you-”

Ren’s heart melted as she felt Takeya’s own tighten. Slowly leaning down, chest resting heavily upon his, she brushed the hair from his ear and placed her mouth against it. Hot and moist, she whispered. “I love you, Takeya.” A lump formed in his throat, pent-up emotions bursting from within his being. He slipped Ren’s shirt off and frantically ran his hands along her arms and waist, down, down, hooking thumbs along the insides of her panties, rubbing teasingly the area just under her stomach. She responded with an excited mewl and lightly, teasingly, began to lick the outside of his ear then harder around that ultra-sensitive spot just behind it, tongue tracing a warm path to his lobe.

Takeya sighed and removed his left arm and repositioned it resting upon Ren’s lower back; rubbing it in a circular motion with his hands. His other hand merely slid further down into her panties until the middle finger found his goal – her pearl.

His throat contracted in a gulp as a little unsure of what to do; he gently moved his finger over it forward and back. In response, he felt Ren’s teeth clench the flesh just under his ear lobe between them. His head began to feel muddled. His breathing came more rapidly, strained, and he lost all inhibitions; forgetting his inexperience, forgetting his hesitation – his very being was lost in these sensations – the sensations of Ren’s heated chest pressed against his own, her mouth working frantically at his neck. Ren’s musky smell, the half-finished whispers and gasps of his name, the feeling of warmth and wetness spreading over his fingers as he continued to stroke her in alternating rhythms of fast and slow; long and hard…

Finally the DearS could take no more, and she reared up and brought her hand to the hem of Takeya’s pants. Her nails dug a little into his skin and her darkened gaze, the color of rich red wine, entrapped his possessively. With the skill only a love-slave could manage, Ren deftly lifted and slid the pants over his erection and off his body completely. Little sounds of impatience and longing escaped her throat as she did the same for her underwear.

“Oh Takeya…” She sighed, fingers stroking his length and up to the head where she made little circles in the moisture that formed there. Her eyes glinted as Takeya thrust his hips upwards slightly. Ren brought her moistened fingers to her lips and, eyes still locked on his, licked them clean in a very feline manner. Takeya groaned throatily and dug his fingers into the ground in the effort to restrain himself from simply grabbing her and ravishing her like a wild animal. But Ren had no more plans of teasing or prolonging and once again straddling his hips, she held the shaft of his member and centered his head at her opening.

Knees planted squarely on the ground, her eyelids flickered shut and she bit the flesh of her bottom lip as gradually, she lowered herself down. Ren lost full control of her actions, her perfect training fleeing from her mind. She became just as human as Takeya then as she let the flow of sex control her body. Resting her weight on her knees, she began to slowly shift her hips in a languid, circular motion, the muscles of her sheath contracting around him in small spasms. Takeya placed his hands on her hips to help steady her as her rhythm sped up; becoming more frantic and erratic as at the same time he rose to match her.

Both their breathing came in short, broken gasps as Ren occasionally mumbled Takeya’s name and he growled gutturally in response.

“Ah…Ta-Takeya…” She shook her head, unbound hair falling around her shoulders in rolling waves. Spurred by the feverish way Ren had begun to ride him, Takeya started thrusting further, deeper, until the position was not enough for either of them and she moved her hands from his chest and pulled him up by the shoulders, using them to balance herself as she quickly and anxiously wrapped her long legs about his waist. Ren buried her face into his chest, arms wrapped underneath his while he entwined his fingers into the silken curtain of her hair.

Bodies writhing and sweating pressed together, they were matched evenly – thrust for thrust, moan for gasp, and bite for scratch. Their eyes were clenched shut as their whole world was narrowed down to the lights behind their eyes, the smell of their sex, the sounds of each other’s desire. It all melted and mingled as primal yearning seized their bodies and with the last thrust, Takeya bit down upon Ren’s shoulder and buried himself into her as far as he could, Ren crying out her climax hoarsely. The moment seemed to last forever as he was wrapped in the tight contractions of her muscles and she being filled with his orgasm.

But finally the intensity retreated, their breathing slowed to a more normal pace, and the blush of heat faded from their cheeks and bodies. They sat, slick limbs entwined, nuzzling each other. A flash of light caught Ren’s eye and she moved slightly to look past Takeya’s head.

“Look!” She pointed towards one of the windows of the ship behind him and he turned to see, “A comet!” The bright, white ball flew past their gazes, its blue-hued tail flaring and receding.

Ren moved her lips close to whisper in Takeya’s ear, and his eyes widened at their words.

“You know Master, to DearS, comets are a sign of good luck in fertility.”