The sight of her curves, her smooth skin, her dark, erect nipples, and her hairless pussy made me throb with anticipation. Apparently, she was tired of giving me hints. It was her intention to take me whether I liked it or not. I liked it.
I undressed as quickly as possible to avoid her ripping my clothes off of me, possibly damaging some of them—just in time for her to grab my ass with both of her hands and thrust her pelvis against mine. She was aggressive, more aggressive than I’d ever seen her before, even in life-or-death combat. I was curious what she had in mind and how much further that knob could be turned, so I decided to draw it out.
I started by running my fingertips up and down her back. Slowly, lightly. I made her wait. She wagged back and forth against me, her head nestled against my chest. She was holding her breath. My touch was like an electric rod to her skin, one whose charge could be released at any moment, and all her attention was drawn to it.
Then, I found a tentacle, rolled it around my finger, and moved my hand away as I gently uncoiled it. She moaned, unable to contain herself any longer, and started kissing my face, neck, and ear, while one of her tentacles snaked and stretched its way down my chest, past my belly, and curled itself several times around my manhood. The tentacle was soft and warm, but instead of stroking me as I’d expected, she used it to guide me toward the gap between her thighs.
I felt her wetness as she rubbed me against her, lifting one leg up and wrapping it around mine. She thrust her hips into mine, letting me feel the moist length of the lips between her legs.
“I want,” she gasped.
Then, without another word, she wrapped her tentacles around me, lifted me from the ground, and dropped me on my back, almost hard enough to knock the wind out of me. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d never seen her like that before.
A moment later, she had two tentacles pinning my arms above my head, two others gently stroking my nipples, and several more stroking my thighs. I could have broken her grip, but I had no desire to do so. Then, she guided me inside of her and rode me hard enough to hurt. She led me higher than I’d ever been before, and gave me a gorgeous view every step of the way as her body worked it.
Afterward, I dressed and waited for Beatrix to recover. She lay on the floor breathing hard with her tentacles splayed out like the blades of a fan. Every now and then she let out a moaning sigh, followed by a little chuckle. Several minutes later, she stood, kissed me again, and dressed.
I opened the door, ready to tell the others what I’d found, but I stopped short when each of them gave me a knowing smile. I guessed Beatrix had been louder than I’d thought. I coughed to hide a laugh.
“I found some more Void-tech,” I said to Reaver and Nyna, who were enviously watching the ruffled-up Beatrix come out of the room after me. “Come help me check it out. We’ll need to choose stuff for the rest of our team, too, including Yaltu and Enra back at the Ish-Nul village.”
“You found that much stuff?” Nyna asked. When she walked into the room, she crossed her arms and nodded approvingly.
“Damn,” Reaver echoed as she turned to Beatrix. “No wonder you got excited. This makes me want to jump his bones too!”
Both women turned to me and smiled. I looked forward to our next break.
“I don’t know what all of this is,” Nyna said, “but that’s part of the fun, you know?It’s like a puzzle with several different solutions, and each one makes a different piece of art when it’s done.
“For instance,” she said, holding up an ebony, multi-flanged mace, “while this looks like a bashing weapon, I bet it was a key to a really big lock somewhere. You want it?” She held the heavy weapon out for Reaver with both hands.
“I’m good.” Reaver was holding Clarent, her twin-bladed weapon. In its undeployed configuration, it looked like a simple, silver scepter.
“I want it,” Beatrix said breathlessly.
She took the proffered weapon, swung it a few times to check its balance, and did the same with her trusty warhammer in her other hand. She made a face like she wasn’t sure which she wanted to choose.
“May I?” I asked, holding out a hand.
She placed the mace in it, and I was immediately impressed. The weapon was the right length, maybe a few inches longer than her current weapon. It was well-balanced, which made recovery from a swing easier and more efficient. The only thing it was lacking was pizzaz.
I turned the mace over in my hands a few times, and when I discovered a hemispherical socket in the pommel, felt my face stretch into a broad smile.
“What?” Beatrix asked, stepping closer.
She stared at it for a few seconds, then slowly lifted her eyes to mine.
“Do you think it was meant for one?” she asked.
“Only one way to find out,” I answered.
I handed it and a Fex to her.
Beatrix hesitated for a moment before she pressed the power source into the weapon’s socket. At first, nothing happened, but then, claw-like hooks extended from the pommel, holding the Fex in place.
“I can sense its power,” Beatrix whispered.
She gave it a slow swing, but nothing happened.
“Try it on the door,” I told her.
She walked to the door and struck the metal gently. The silver metal buckled and screeched like it had been struck several times harder. The door tilted, its top hinge broken.
“Oh, yes,” she said, “I like this one.”
Timo-Ran watched from just outside the doorway. Beatrix stared at her new weapon as she handed her old one to him.
The bearded man took the glowing hammer,
