F U & F Me 2 - Chapter 7 (Early Access) (Patreon)

Mercy POV

Whenever Mercy had fantasised about fucking Ilaria (not that she would ever admit that she had), she always imagined the feisty little officer to be a lover who would push back. Someone who may not be able to overpower her but would not stop trying regardless.

That was exactly the reaction she was getting from the woman beneath her: writhing against the blankets, yelling profanities into the pillows and struggling against Mercy’s hold with all her short-statured might. She was knuckle-deep with three fingers working Ilaria’s pussy open, but Ilaria was still sour at her comment involving her work ethic. From what she could understand through the bedding in Ilaria’s mouth, she was being compared to the rear-end of various Earth beasts. Charming. She plowed her fingers harder, forcing a scream from Ilaria and even more wet noises from her cunt.

It had been a shock to find out that her blue-haired crush only had half the usual equipment that the Ailu’t were graced with, but Mercy could easily adjust to giving her half-genitals double the attention. Her slick pink folds were already dripping all over Mercy’s hand. It had her mouth watering. But dessert always came after the main meal. She had learnt that from humans.

Fingers were withdrawn and Ilaria whined. She rubbed her forehead into the sheets, sulking. Mercy couldn’t contain her laughter; humans were fascinating partners. All threats and curses until their hole wasn’t filled any more.

With one hand wrapped around Ilaria’s left thigh, she rolled her onto her side. It pleased something deep in Mercy’s gut that her fingers could almost meet each other around the human’s flesh. Ilaria’s small and curvy body was hers to manipulate and contort. It was a shame they did not have the Ailu’t bed restraints as part of the ship’s standard, but she supposed they were on-board to work rather than fuck. She could do just fine without them; it left room for creativity.

Lacking the barrier of the pillow over her mouth, Ilaria’s pants filled the air as she was pulled down the bed. Mercy slotted herself between the triangle of Ilaria’s legs, from which she dripped. Bottom leg drooped between Mercy’s knees and top leg rested over her shoulder. She lined herself with Ilaria’s opening and pushed into the pink heat.

A curse-word slipped out untranslated. She had sheathed herself in warm, sodden velvet and now her brain was melting. Only a breathy moan left Ilaria as she was stretched as much as her body would allow. Mercy could not fit completely inside of her.

Her hips stilled, taking a moment to appreciate the first cunt she’d filled in months was her own navigation officer’s. If there was a rule about that, she couldn’t remember it anymore. Ilaria trembled, keened and groaned under her, begging for more in the soft bumps of her ass against Mercy’s thigh.

Mercy relented, beginning with short strokes as she carved out her space in the tightness.

One hand pressed into Ilaria’s tapered waist, pinning her to the bed. The other steadied the leg over Mercy’s shoulder, using it as a steering tool to angle her exactly as Mercy pleased. The drag of her pulling out created a suction right on the tip of her cock and she shivered with a groan before slamming back inside.

“Ah! Shit!” Ilaria breathed into her elbow.

The spongy walls constricted with half an inch of Mercy left out, blocking her from what she could only assume was Ilaria’s womb. Every time she bumped it with the blunt head of her cock, a breathless gasp would knock out of Ilaria. She pulled back, shifting to shallow thrusts, worried to bruise or damage her delicate partner’s insides. But Ilaria rocked her hips back defiantly, following Mercy’s retreat and sucking her back inside.

“More!” Ilaria cried out.

“It’s too tight for me to get any deeper,” Mercy grunted. Yet she pushed in as much as she could once again.

“I don’t care! Harder! More!”

As with all things Ilaria, this too felt like a challenge. A battle of wills. Mercy almost scoffed aloud, if there was one thing she knew Ilaria could not beat her at it was strength or stamina. Silly human. Mercy would give her more.

She rammed her into the bed, sliding Ilaria’s entire body up and down like a toy for Mercy’s pleasure. It was sloppy and dirty and feral.

A vice clamped around Mercy’s cock and a screech burst from Ilaria’s thrown-back head. Her eyes were scrunched and her mouth wide.

Answer-for-everything-Ilaria lost control andcame around her commander.

Mercy’s fingers sunk into Ilaria’s thigh flesh as she fought the rising threat of spilling. It took her a few seconds to pull herself back from the edge, the wild pants of Ilaria rocking through her orgasm did nothing to help Mercy calm herself. Her body was being wound up against her own intention purely from the wanton noises of Ilaria’s. And not just those from her mouth.

When the juddering squeezes of Ilaria’s hole had slowed, Mercy unhooked her leg from her shoulder and threw her back face-down on the bed. She shoved herself back inside with a slurping noise and grabbed handfuls of Ilaria’s ass to yank her back against her, short legs dangling over the edge of the bed without foothold.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Ilaria babbled over and over until the word no longer sounded logical to Mercy’s ears. The muscles in her back bunched every time Mercy tilted her angle upwards just a few extra degrees. Apparently, they really did have just as much in common as they did in difference;Mercy liked that angle inside of her, too.

Speaking of differences, Mercy was curious about the small nub where Ilaria’s penis would be. It couldn’t be useless or unimportant if Ilaria had jolted when she touched it earlier. She reached down under the human and slid her fingers over the stretched lips of Ilaria’s cunt, strained around Mercy’s cock. Ilaria keened, a shiver running through her soft thighs either side of Mercy’s. When her fingers found the small, slippery button, she stroked it roughly in small circles.

Ilaria jolted, her walls fluttering around Mercy without any sense of rhythm.

“G-gently!” she cried.

“Gently but good?” Mercy clarified, fingers hovering over the small bud.

“Yes!” Ilaria almost sobbed.

Mercy switched to short, soft flicks and was rewarded with a clench around her dick with every touch.

Ilaria yelled, “Holy- fuckin- shit!” writhing back against Mercy’s hips, just asking to be pounded some more. Despite how much Mercy had opened her, she still gripped Mercy inside of her as she fought her orgasm. She cried out complete nonsense as it took her, but it was entertaining to watch.

Mercy did not halt though, not a moment of rest for the cocky officer. If she thought she could take the more that Mercy could offer, Mercy would show her more. She rammed in again, and again. No hesitation. Ilaria’s hands scrabbled against the sheets, tiny feet kicking either side of Mercy’s thighs. Mercy snatched her flailing forearms and pulled them back, pinning them one over the other at the small of Ilaria’s back. With Ilaria subdued, Mercy returned to her pounding pattern.

Ilaria came again, muscles rippling under soft skin and a scream muffled by bedding in her mouth. Her body flopped like a plush doll, the only movement coming from the ripple effect of Mercy’s unperturbed thrusting rolling through her.

“What a mess,” Mercy cooed into the back of Ilaria’s ear. Sweaty blue hair was tufted in all directions, ragged breaths shaking out of her, light smatterings of bruises over bronzed skin, her body had become a dough to be plied however Mercy wished. And oh how much the commander delighted in that revelation.

Finally, it appeared Ilaria had been conquered. No more threats and insults, only exhausted whimpers. She was docile when Mercy twisted her frame round, pulling her from her cock and manipulating her adorable body round to lay with her neck on the edge of the bed. Blue head dangling.

Ilaria’s eyes had a slight sparkle to them when she dropped her lips open obediently. Mercy thumbed her bottom one and grinned before shuffling her feet forward a step and lowering her lips to Ilaria’s. The taste of cunt invigorated the small human and she lapped at Mercy’s slit like the hungry dog she was. Mercy groaned, fisting the tip of her dick in tandem with Ilaria’s tongue winding into her from underneath.

For the first time in months, Mercy did not need to picture pretty naked women writhing in her mind to get off. There was one lying flat out in her bed, servicing her and squirming for the pleasure of doing it. Ilaria’s feet were wiggling delightfully, her thighs were squeezing together, and her breasts bounced while she ate messily.

Just as Mercy was teetering on the very edge of release, she managed to stumble back, prying Ilaria’s mouth from her throbbing pussy. She didn’t want to spurt over the bed, or even Ilaria’s chest. She wanted to come inside. She strode around the bed and flipped Ilaria onto her front again. The human giggled, oblivious to how hard she was about to get fucked.

Mercy spread her and pushed in again, more forcefully now that she knew what Ilaria could take. She plowed into her harder and deeper until the sound of the bed frame hitting the walls fell in time with Ilaria’s desperate moans. She fought less as she fatigued, but still did not submit completely to Mercy’s wrath. She wriggled and pushed back and kicked. Mercy loved every moment, taming a wild beast was ten times as satisfying. This time, they came together. Mercy filled her, first with cock, all the way to point that Ilaria’s body would give no more, and then with cum, spilling deep inside.

When she pulled out, white dribble followed her.

Mercy took Ilaria’s hips in her large hands and lifted them, forcing Ilaria onto her knees although her upper half was still slumped face-down in the sheets. She took her wrists and yanked them back, folding her even more tightly as she pinned them to her ankles. Face down, ass-up, wrists squeezed against ankles. Mercy brought her face down to the swollen cunt presented up to her, beads of cum slid down the soft lips. Ilaria’s golden skin trembled all over.

“Wait! Please. Please stop, Mercy,” she whimpered into the sheets. Her body so devoid of energy she couldn’t even lift her head despite how desperate she sounded. “If I come again, I’ll faint. I can’t last any longer!”

“In my culture it is quite the offence not to clean up after yourself, I hope you will allow me to treat you to the full Ailu't experience.”

Mercy pried her lips open with two fingers and plunged her tongue into Ilaria’s insides. Ilaria screamed and Mercy had to drop her hand back down to keep her pinned at the wrists and ankles again as she immediately began to struggle under the flexing of Mercy’s tongue.

Her helpless squirming had Mercy’s cock growing again, eager to grind her into the bedding and fuck every last ounce of defiance out of her. She had been weakened, but still she fought and pushed back onto the tongue invading her. Mercy growled against the parted lips she was buried in and stroked her cum-lathered tongued over Ilaria’s bud with a roughness she had no doubt the human couldn’t handle.

Ilaria screeched, sobbed and screeched again. Every one of her limbs was shaking violently. Every breath wracked her frame like a punch. This time when she came, though, Ilaria made good on her promise and collapsed. Her body slumped in its face-down ass-up position, eyelids dropped and limbs limp.

For the first time since their meeting, Ilaria was silent in Mercy’s presence. Mercy slapped her ass once, just to make sure she was genuinely asleep. Ilaria did not stir. But one of her cheeks tinted pink from the smack. It was a beautiful colour on her.

She slept soundly, occasionally pulling funny faces at whatever she could see behind her eyelids. Twisting her nose. Pinching her lips. Furrowed brows. Mercy watched her until a meeting reminder chimed into the room. She was due to listen to a report from the maintenance officers in ten minutes, she would then be expected to execute decisions regarding resource recycling.

Mercy washed and dressed, tucked Ilaria under the covers of her bed, tapped her nose to watch her face scrunch just once more, and left.