Warhawk's Sacrifice - Ch. 7 - An Onigaram Thank You - Alpha (Patreon)

Seb froze as he stepped into his bedroom. Mischa stood behind his bar wearing some kind of thick gi that looked like it was used for combat rather than comfort. She stood facing away from him, her eyes scouring his assortment of bottled liquors.

Her long white hair was unraveled from their braids. Waves folded through it, damp from a recent shower. When she reached for a bottle, her bottom peaked from under her garb, pulling Seb’s eyes below.

His eyes widened when he didn’t see any sign of underwear. He wasn’t sure of her intent, so he attempted to center himself. After tightening his towel around his waist, he cleared his throat. “Mischa?”

The red-skinned onigaram turned around and set the alcohol bottle on the counter before pointing over her shoulder. “I didn’t know you were such a connoisseur?”

“The drinks? I’m not. I like a stiff drink every now and then but I wouldn’t call myself a connoisseur. It’s mainly decorative and for social gatherings.”

“It’s funny how long I’ve been on this ship and yet still find spaces yet explored.”

“If you wanted to come check out my deck, you could have just asked.”

“Was that a euphemism?” Mischa asked out of the side of her eye.

“It could be if you want it to be,” Seb said with a sly grin.

Mischa let out a short laugh and leaned over the bar as she looked about the room. “This is your sanctum. It feels… rude coming in uninvited.”

“I wouldn’t have let you in if you weren’t welcome. You’re an unofficial part of the crew already. I mean shit… if you weren’t already in cahoots with Nimora, I would have asked you officially.”

Mischa cocked her brow and smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah. You’re one of the best damn fighters I’ve ever seen. You’re loyal, honest, and protective. While you may not speak up on matters all the time, your words always carry weight. You have a unique insight that the others do not. And above all else, I trust you.”

Mischa swiped her hair back over her ear, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you for that compliment. It’s nice to be appreciated.”

“You’re very welcome.” The two stood glancing at each other, smiling for a few seconds, before Seb looked around the room and shrugged. “So, what brings you here? I’m not going to lie. When Syn told me to expect a visitor, I was expecting someone else.”

Mischa’s smile faded, and she straightened. “Oh, my apologies. I didn’t even think about you having other scheduled company. Should I go?”

Seb waved his hands from side to side. “No, no, no, it was just a misunderstanding on my part. I’m glad you’re here.” He pointed up at the liquor. “How are you feeling? Can I get you something from the shelf?”

Mischa bent down and picked up something off the ground. When she held it up, Seb could see it was a wooden-like jug with a red sash wrapped around it. “I’m fine. Another scar added to the growing list. I brought something if you’d like to try it.”

“Of course,” Seb said, taking a seat. “What is it?”

“It’s an onigaram brew.”

Seb slowly nodded and smiled. He knew he was going to be in trouble. His time in prison taught him the strength of homemade onigaram alcohol. It was known for being some of the strongest stuff in the galaxy, and was always a luxury barter item inside the system. He knew he would be fine for one, maybe two shots. But anything more than that, he wouldn’t remember the night.

Mischa grabbed two glasses and popped the top of the container. The liquid had a sky blue color which worried Seb even more, knowing the brighter the blue, the higher the proof. She poured them both a shot before handing Seb the glass across the counter.

“What are we toasting to?” Seb asked, raising his glass.

Mischa twisted her lips as she thought for a moment before smiling. “To us. The Amnesty and her crew.”

“I can get behind that.”

After tapping Mischa’s glass, Seb exhaled forcibly and down the alcohol. The breath helped, but his insides lit up like he’d just drank an industrial cleaner. Seb tapped on his chest as he coughed, trying to gain his breath while he laughed at his own misery.

Mischa chuckled before reaching over and patting him on the shoulder. “First time trying an onigaram brew?”

“No… but it’s been a minute. Last time I had it was years ago. In prison.”

“Are you going to be all right?”

“Yeah… I think so, anyway. What is that stuff, pure ship fuel?”

Mischa snorted. “I don’t doubt there is an onigaram out there who uses it as such. My people have always been resourceful.”

“I could see that.”

“Do you want another one?”

Seb held up his hand. “No, I think that’s good enough for me. I know my limits. Anything more and you’ll be scooping me off the floor tonight.”

“Very well.”

Mischa resealed the jug with the cork top and set it on the counter. She walked over to his bedroom door, and before he could shout, concerned she was leaving, he heard the mechanical click of his door locking. When she turned around, she had a fire in his eyes he’d never seen before.

Seb stood from the bar as she approached. She loomed over him, gripping the edges of the counter around him. Her eyes scoured every inch of his body while her bitten lower lip expressed her intentions.

When she locked eyes with him, Seb let out a nervous laugh. “Uh… hey?”

“I’m not sure if you remember the night you visited my room a few weeks back. We spent time together, talking. You also complimented me physically. I won’t lie. It’s stuck with me. Whenever I’ve felt upset or bothered, I’ve thought about that moment.”

“Has no one else said that to you? Because, Mischa, you’re drop dead gorgeous. Any man could see that.”

“Not every man. Most species are intimidated by my size. That’s why most of my partners have been onigaram. It’s more acceptable as a cultural thing to revere strength and status. But for you… it's physical attraction, is it not?”

“I mean, yeah. But it’s not just that, though. It’s personality. Your actions. And like I said earlier, trust.”

Mischa smiled before untying the knot holding her garb closed. With a single move, she rotated her shoulders back, allowing the gi to fall to the floor. The soft light of his bedroom cast inviting shadows that accentuated her curves.

Seb's eyes shot open as he gazed at the goddess in front of him. Her long white hair fell down across her large breasts, concealing them like the ultimate tease. The strands stopped just above her hips, acting as a guided trail down her tight abdomen. The dimples along her hips acted as cute accents to her wide thighs. She had the body of a warrior goddess of strength, one Seb wanted to kiss, lick, and explore.

Mischa leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Do you still feel the same way now?” When he looked up at her and nodded, she smiled. “Good, because after all the times we’ve fought on the battlefield, all I could think about was to see how well you perform off of it.”

“Is this a test?” Seb asked, cocking his brow.

“No. It’s been too long for me to judge someone. How about we just have some fun?”

“I’m game for that.”

Mischa’s smile grew into a full, toothy grin. The muscles in her arms flexed as she leaned closer, almost touching Seb’s nose. “I need to know you’re okay for me to start.”

“Start what?” Seb asked with a smug smile on his face, knowing full well where this was going.

“First, I’d thought I’d get a taste of your powersword.”

When her words entered Seb’s ear, he went from six to midnight. His towel unwrapped itself and was currently floating, poking the Sister. He watched Mischa’s eyes gravitate down. “Looks like that’s your answer,” he said.

Mischa didn’t respond. With a delicate touch, she pulled the towel off. Her eyes widened. “That’s… not at all what I was expecting.”

Seb tilted his head. “What were you expecting?”

“That I was going to have to work a little harder for my prize, but… you’re built differently.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

In one swift motion, Mischa leaned down, slid her hands between Seb’s legs, and lifted him up on the bar counter. He laughed and cursed at the sudden surprise as she gripped the base of his shaft.

“This is a fine blade,” Mischa said, eyeing it from side to side. “One I plan to explore every inch of.”

Seb’s cock throbbed in anticipation, a move that didn’t go unnoticed. Mischa did not wait for another invitation. She opened her mouth and took in a full helping.

Her vigor and forcefulness took Seb’s body by storm. Her mouth was powerful and exuded the same strength as the rest of her body. He gripped the edge of the bar for fear of being lifted off the ground.

While forceful, there was a subtle grace exercised by her tongue. With each forceful breath, she twisted and folded the length of her tongue around the tip of his shaft. She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on her task as the professional she was.

She pulled her mouth back, giving Seb a moment of reprieve. Only then did she lock eyes with her partner. She smiled widely as she slid her excess saliva down the length of his cock with a tightened grip.

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” she asked.

Seb took in quick breaths as he tried to respond. “Struggling.”

“Oh?”

“Y-yeah… I’m really enjoying this.”

Mischa let go of Seb and pulled her hair behind her head. She used a long strand to tie a quick knot before resuming her position. After spitting along the tip, she spread her lubrication once more before bracing her hands on both of his thighs.

“Don’t be afraid to grab my horns,” Mischa said with a wink.

“Hu—ohhhh.”

Seb’s words shifted into moans as Mischa plunged herself onto his dick. She stretched her throat, slowly pressing herself further until her nose touched his pubic bone. He wanted to scream. He wasn’t sure if it was because of her muscular neck, but the squeeze, warmth, and wetness were perfect. Then she moved her tongue, tickling his sack with small little flutters.

She pulled herself up and gasped only for a moment before lunging back down. With the same tempo of her pushups, Mischa rocked her head down on Seb’s cock, using her excess spit to ease the glide. And once she got her breathing down, she continued at the same speed, showing no sign of weariness.

Seb’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. While he’d always enjoyed a good blowjob from his other companions, this was the first time he felt one was fucking him with her mouth. There was no buildup or give. It was all power and strength, devoted effortlessly into making him cum. And with the consistency of her movements, Seb felt the familiar warmth fill his groin, and thus took Mischa up on her offer.

Seb reached out and grabbed his lover’s horns, an act that caused her eyes to open briefly and a smile form on her face. However, it only seemed to incentivize her fervor as her pace quickened. Seb responded in kind, propping his legs up on her shoulders, wrenching her head.

The sensation burst through him without warning. Seb pulled on Mischa’s horns and wrapped his legs around her head. He poured himself down her throat as waves of euphoria washed over him. A weakness crept through his limbs, and Seb finally let go. He fell backwards on the bar knocking over several glasses and bottles.

As Mischa pulled from him, his whole body shook with another aftershock. Mischa rotated around him and grabbed a nearby napkin. She blew her nose and wiped up all the thick spit from around her mouth.

Once she finished, she hovered over Seb’s face, cupping his head in between her hands. “You look satisfied.”

“Yes,” Seb murmured, his eyes barely open. “That was… mind blowing.”

Mischa let out a short laugh. “Then I guess my work here is done.”

“Done?” Seb shouted. His eyes shot open, and he scrambled off the bar top. After falling to the floor, he jumped up to his feet and rounded the bar where Mischa stood with a cocked brow and pointed lip. “Oh, we’re not done.”

Seb grabbed Mischa’s arm and pulled her over his shoulder. He slipped an arm in between her legs and lifted her into a fireman’s carry. She let out a brief shout and laugh as Seb carried her over to the bed. He did his best trying to mask his strain. Mischa was several hundred pounds of pure muscle, but he wanted her to feel small.

After collapsing with her on the bed, he took a moment to catch her breath while she laughed at his effort. Not wanting to spend too much time and counter his ruse, he climbed on top of her and pulled her arm to flip her over. She followed his lead and rolled to her stomach, only to prop up her bottom as Seb pulled on the inside of her hips.

She groaned as he slapped each cheek hard before softening the sting with a sensual kiss. He kissed her way around her bottom before moving down her thighs and into her succulent fruit. When he plunged in, he was happy to feel it was already glistening with her lust.

He slid his thumbs and fingers around her lower lips, massaging them playfully and preparing them for his mouth. Strands of her excitement stretched between each lip, calling for Seb’s tongue. And answer the call he did.

With the same ferocity Mischa had shown him, Seb dove tongue first. He kissed around the outside, ensuring to taste every inch. He glided his tongue along her folds, using her moans as a guide to find what she liked. With soft sucks, he focused on her button, but not too much as to forgo everything else.

When her screams filled the room, he slid his tongue upward and swirled it around her flexing hole. He plunged it inside, moving from top to bottom in a figure-eight motion, making sure every inch of her was satisfied. When she got close, she leaned back and shoved his face in deeper.

“Don’t you dare stop!” Mischa shouted.

Only once he felt a warmth release down his chin did he stop and smile at his work.

“Nimora’s grace, that felt good,” Mischa moaned. She leaned up and twisted her hips from side to side. “Now hurry up and give me that thick cock of yours.”

Seb spit in his hand and rubbed it along the tip of his rod before positioning it toward her wet slit. Given Mischa’s size, Seb pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could stand on the floor. When he had his position, he slapped her ass once more for good measure before slowly sliding himself in.

Mischa's head jerked up, and she gasped. “Ohhhh fuuucck. I knew it was big, but… Nimora help me.”

Seb slid it in a bit more.

“You’re still going? Oh gods, it’s stretching me so much.”

The captain continued forward until he reached her back wall.

“Oh fuck, it’s so deep inside. I-I don’t think I can take this. I think I’m going to cum already.”

Mischa snatched one of the pillows and dug her head into it. She screamed loudly and her legs violently shook. Seb’s smile grew from ear to ear. Watching Mischa be so vulnerable and pleased by him stroked his ego more than anything could.

Mischa’s head turned from the pillow as she panted. “What the fuck just happened? I knew it had been a long time, but that was ridiculous.”

“I guess my work here is done?” Seb said with a shit-eating grin.

Mischa turned with fire in her eyes. “No, Captain. You’re far from done. You better fuck me until I can’t stand.”

Seb’s primal spirit roared at the Sister’s demand. He took off in full force, plowing Mischa with heavy thrusts. His hands gripped tight around her hips, using her thick bottom for leverage to swing himself into her. Each slap elicited a soft moan from Mischa that only fueled his desire.

He loved hearing such a strong woman whimper. He was the climber climbing the tallest mountain. His goal was the eventual peak of making her scream. And he would continue that same trail until he had nothing left to give her.

With a heavy smack across both cheeks, Seb picked up speed. He lowered himself to one knee and gripped one hip with both hands, giving him more leverage to hit her with a more powerful thrust. Sweat poured from both of their bodies as he refused to relent.

Over the next half hour, he plowed into the strong bodied woman, claiming her as his own. Each lustful cry was a victory earned in giving her the night of her life. He drove her into the bed until her weak knees eventually gave out.

As he thought about how he eventually wanted to go out, Seb scoured Mischa’s thick body. When he noticed Mischa’s long white hair, a wicked smile formed on his face.

Without warning, Seb grabbed a bundle, pulling them both back up. Mischa cursed, and for a moment, Seb thought he made a mistake. But as her moans became louder and less restricted from the pillow, he knew he made the right call. He was getting close as well, but wanted them both to go out with a bang.

“Mischa, I want you to cum with me,” Seb said.

“Are you getting close?” Mischa asked. “Just cum inside of me. Please Seb, I need it.”

The words had the opposite effect than he intended, pushing him closer to his edge. Seb grabbed Mischa’s hair with both hands and thrusted as hard and as fast as he could.

Mischa’s slurred moans mimicked the slaps of their bodies, creating a song of their impending climax. With a succession of thrusts, the two screamed together as they reached their precipices. Seb pushed himself deep inside of Mischa as his gift filled her womb. The excess spilled out and dripped on his bedsheets, another mark of the night’s pleasures. When he pulled out the two collapsed forward, sharing in their newfound sensitivity.

The sweat of their bodies mixed together. The two panted, laughing as they attempted to catch their breaths. Seb wiped her matted white hair from her face, revealing her red cheekbones. He climbed up and kissed it deeply, creating a smacking pop when he pulled away.

Mischa smiled and bit her lower lip. She flexed her cheeks, subtly massaging Seb’s member. At first he couldn’t believe her insatiable appetite, but knowing her, he realized he shouldn’t be surprised.

She didn’t force anything, just slowly rocked her hips and squeezed his rod gently. After a few minutes, her attempt to revitalize him worked. His cock grew to full length, causing him to slide back further down.

She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. “Are you free to go again?”

“Do you really have to ask me that?”

Mischa rolled over on top of Seb, pinning his arms to the bed. She leaned forward, stealing his breath with another embrace. When she pulled away, she slid next to his ear, licking it slightly before whispering. “Don’t worry. You did your part. Now it’s my turn.”

The next few hours became a bliss filled blur. The two lovers, interlocked in their passion, ventured from position to position, using every piece of furniture in the bedroom. They only stopped to satiate their thirst before joining once more.

It wasn’t until their bodies were battered and bruised did the two stars collapse on Seb’s bed, soaked in sweat. They laughed together as their hands refused to part from each other. Both lay on their sides, gazing into each other's eyes as if they found true happiness.

After they managed to calm down, Mischa rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man. I apologize if it wasn’t quite to your satisfaction.”

“Are you kidding me?” Seb said, looking over at her. “Who in their right mind would fuck and be fucked like that and not be satisfied? That was fantastic, Mischa. Although, I’m sure I’m going to feel it in the morning.”

“That’s true,” Mischa chuckled. “I know I’m going to be sore, but it was worth it. It felt like I was making up for lost time. Since Nimora brought me back to life, i’ve been nothing but busy.”

“Too busy to take care of your most basic needs?”

“That and I’m… picky. I have been for what feels like an eternity.”

“So I should feel honored, then?” Seb asked.

Mischa smirked. “You should. Few men can claim they’ve bested a Sister of Nimora.”

Seb let out a hearty laugh. “I promise to wear that badge with honor.”

Mischa pushed herself up from Seb’s bed and walked into the bathroom. He stretched his arms and folded them behind his head. After the marathon they performed, he was content. His mind raced with what their future would hold.

Is this going to be a common occurrence? he wondered. How would our sleeping arrangements go? Is she a cuddler? If so, does she like being the big spoon or the little spoon?

After the sound of running water, Mischa returned into the bedroom. But instead of approaching the bed, she walked over to the bar and picked up her gi. Once she secured it to her body, she turned and headed for the door.

Seb frowned and leaned up on his elbows. “Hey, where are you going?”

Mischa turned around and smiled. “Back to my room.”

“You don’t want to stay?”

“I had a lot of fun, Sebastian, but this was just a thank you. I don’t wish to upset your women by finding me in their place.”

“They won’t mind. They like you.”

“Still… I think it’s best I go for now.”

“So this was just a onetime thing?”

Mischa approached the bed, looking down at him with soft eyes. “Please don’t be mad. We both have our responsibilities. You have your crew and I have Iris, who also believes to be betrothed to you. With the situation with the GRC, bounty hunters, and everything else in our way, I don’t mean to add the complexity of a new relationship on top of that. I hope you understand.”

Seb fell back onto his arms. “While I am disappointed because I am fond of you, I get it. Maybe when things calm down, we could revisit this?”

“I will pray to Nimora to see that it is true.” Sister Mischa bent down for one more embrace before walking back to the elevator doors. She grabbed her alcohol on the way out, and walked inside.

“Hey you know I’ve got your back, right?” Seb shouted.

Sister Mischa smiled and nodded. “And I’ve got yours. Good night Sebastian. Thank you for a wonderful time.”

When the elevator doors closed, Seb huffed. He’d wanted her to stay, but understood her reasoning no matter how upset it made him. He rolled out of his bed and went into the bathroom to relieve himself. After finishing and washing up, he replaced his sheets with new ones before climbing back inside.

He triggered his room’s lights, plunging it into darkness. The deep hum of the ship’s engines made his eyes heavy. When he felt himself fall to sleep, he heard his bedroom doors open.

Right on time, Seb tilted his head up to see the sleepwalking pracovi stumble her way into his room wearing nothing but one of his oversized t-shirts. He did his best to hold back his laughter as she tripped on the shin-high platform, falling face first into the bed.

But her subconscious had done it so many times before that she recovered quickly. She followed the warmth of his body, crawling on top of him. He had to pull her up when she collapsed with her head in his groin. She let out a cute whimper as she nuzzled into his chest. He stroked her back until they both fell asleep.