Deadly Truths

(Closed for Erlind)
(Co-Author's note: This is going to be based off the same characters in Slow Fracture. It's a different past for both, same timeline. We hope you enjoy)

"You pathetic piece of shit..." Rylen whispered as she stood over the body of a hunter. There was not one ounce of remorse in her tone, just a sort of fact being said out loud.

It was hard being a killer these days. People wanted you to kill others yet at the same time, you got too good, someone was sent to kill you...an unappreciative occupation these days.

Though it was a job that Rylen had no intention of giving up.

The pay was too good.

Rylen was too good.

Her species, the Kezani, were only known for one thing. Fortune telling. Psychic readings. And the like. None ever went as far as Rylen had...she used her 'gift' to her advantage. The only problem was that it took a lot from her...that's why she had to be careful with it also...

Taking a blade from her boot, she knelt down over the hunter's face and gave him a hard slap, "Let's get on with this OK? I still have work to finish..." and the cutting began.

***3 days later***
Her job was done. The target was dead. The other package had been delivered to those that hired him...

To say what she did was gruesome would be an understatement...Rylen cut off the man's face and left it one of the homes of the 'employers'. Just a nice wake up gift. And a message saying that she was on to them and no matter what, they couldn't stop her...

That was 2 days ago.

Rylen had been paid. Her money had been put away for safe keeping. She found herself at a seedy bar. One of those bars where a female didn't dare be caught alone...but Rylen was used to these sort of places, she held her own and the patrons knew it. No one bothered her.

Tonight, she was looking for some action. A little celebration of sorts...now, just who would be the lucky guy...?

The air was clean. There was a view of a crystal clear lake and several aquatic birds Seibert couldn’t identify swam gently by. Why did the rich always pick such nice places for their secret meetings.

“I think you’ll find the pay more than generous, Mr. Seibert.” The ex-soldier groaned a bit at the civilian title. Since, he got out of the Corps he hated titles being used with his name. Telling this stereotypically mysterious suit wouldn’t do a damn thing though, so Seibert simply snapped the data chip out of his hand and pocketed it.

“We don’t have much information on the target and the cut off face of the last man we sent showed up in the home of someone it shouldn’t have. You’re expensive Mr. Seibert, but you haven’t failed us in the past. The sooner we can have this tidied up the better.”

“I thought you didn’t have a problem with hired killers.”

The gray haired man gulped a little. He hadn’t given this gruff mercenary any details over than the ignored chip so far. “Only when they won’t work for us.”

* * *

Seibert didn’t work his first day planetside unless the job absolutely required it, like the day’s earlier pick up. It was both out of superstition and knowing waking up after even a short cryo sleep always threw him off of his game. He sent the data off the chip off to Sky Eyes, his absentee handler that was half the reason he was as good of a tracker as he was, and hit the town.

S.E. had made him a list of places he might like and he scanned over them before leaving his grungy hotel room. He had the money for better accommodations, but he preferred to spend it on bribes, equipment, and cigarettes, occasionally drugs. The taxi dropped him off after Seibert tipped the man heavily. He went down the alley and then down the crumbling stairs to a heavy metal door. Seibert pounded on it twice and waited for the iron slot to open.

“Password.”

Fuck, she hadn’t given him a password. He wasn’t turning around now. Before the bouncer could close the slot on him Seibert had his weapon unholstered and the barrel leveled at the man’s eyes, the only part he could see.

“The password is I don’t want to deal with your crap.”

“Alright.” Seibert had been around long enough to see straight through the bravado of those words. The door creaked open and the bounty hunter stepped through past the 8 foot tall Orcan he’d just threatened. Nasty fuckers and not usually too spineless, he was lucky to have gotten in.

Inside was a familiar seen to him. Sky Eyes really knew what he liked. He’d never met the specter of a woman in person, but she knew him so well it was scary. Bets were being placed on fights in a rink below. None of the staged shit you saw on the screen or in high profile matches, but real, dirty streetfighting. Seibert watched the bout below for a minute. It was tempting to see if he could get in on it if he could, but that would have to wait till later. First, it was time to hit the bar.

Rylen had been at the bar for more than an hour and she had a good buzz going. Her voice was hoarse from the yelling over the noise... she had already tripled her money on bets from the fights.

Even though she was drunk, she wasn't drunk enough to give herself away. She needed to slow down...so she made her way to the bar, her ass being groped along the way and all it took was a look and soon it stopped.

She moved in between some beast and a man, both who were definitely not native to these parts...she hadn't found someone tonight that was worthy of a second look but this guy...there was something about him.

As she pushed herself between the two, she called out for soda water...

Seibert had just sat down when he watched a woman push her way through the crowd. It wasn’t the kind of place a woman normally was willing to go alone, but this one could take care of herself. A drunk had made a grab at her, but a single glare had told him to back off. When she got to the bar and sat down next to him however, she called out for soda water.

“Is that really the strongest stuff they have on this rotten rock?” Seibert asked her offhandedly, giving her a sideways glance. She had a fine body. Those were a dime a dozen in this age of replacement parts, but she seemed like the real deal.

"Hey! Watch your tone..this rotten rock is home to some people.." She told him, not casting him a second glance as her water was delivered.

"Besides, it doesn't look like you could handle much.." Of course that was a blatant lie. She was trying to rile him up, just to see if he would even dare cross her. "Let me ask...business or pleasure?" She asked, in reference to his comment about 'rotten rock'...that was a dead giveaway that he wasn't from these parts.

She had to be kidding. He knew it wasn’t a genuine insult, but Seibert decided not to ignore it anyway.

“I’m here for whatever I can get, little girl,” he told her smiling, “so order me whatever you want. Don’t worry I’m paying. I just want to see a little girl eat her words.” She was a strong one and bold. She like the kind that actually keep up in his kind of work if she could stomach it. She was probably just an enforcer for a local gang, a thug, but she had potential.

"Little?" Rylen said, clearly insulted but she didn't show it. Instead she looked at the man for a moment longer before turning to the bartender and yelling at him to bring her two of the 'specials'.

The two didn't talk again until the drinks arrived.

The drinks looked harmless to the untrained eye. Of course, to those that knew of it, it was literally a deadly mix of alcohol and 'reddish', a form of drug that could psyche someone out if they weren't used to the drink.

Picking up the glass, Rylen held it up, "See you on the other side."

He wondered what this mystery woman had on tap at this local bar and brawl that she thought might knock him on his ass. He wasn’t going to back down if she wasn’t though. He grabbed the glass and downed it without a second thought. It burned a little on the way down, but it wasn’t anything special.

It took a few moments for its effects to kick in. Whatever they were supposed to be he wasn’t sure. Since he was a kid a lot of drugs didn’t affect him the way they were intended to work. Seibert could feel his pulse on the back of his head and the world began to look a little too sharp. A strange heat was working his way through him, and the weirdest part of it was how much he loved it.

Seibert gave her a bit of a wild smile. “Maybe I was wrong, little girl,” he told her. “Can we handle another set?” He wanted her. Whether he wanted her thrown through a wall or helping him break the crappy bed at his hotel he wasn’t sure, but he wanted her.

The drink did nothing more than burn Rylen's throat and then her chest...at least for the first few seconds...

Then it hit her, not too hard, but the drug hit her, making her sway a bit...which thankfully someone pushed her back toward the bar. With a laugh, she slammed the glass down.

“Can we handle another set?”

That made Rylen laugh again...her senses were dulled and she had this sudden urge to break something...with a shake of her head, she did her best to keep a straight face, "Another set?! Fuck, you really want to die tonight don't you Outworlder?!"

She leaned in closely to Seibert and brought her lips close to his ear, "At your six there are two goons that have been watching your ass the entire night...take it from me honey, it's best to keep on your toes..don't let your guard down.." with that, she nibbled on his ear before pulling away...

“I wouldn’t want them ruining a good night. I’m taking care of them and then we’re going.” It wasn’t a question or an option she was coming with him when he was done with the trash she’d pointed out to him.

Without giving her a chance to protest, respond, or hopefully run Seibert hopped off of his stool and strode towards the pair she’d pointed out. It was pretty clear they weren’t pros. Leather, piercings and a lack of reaction on their part all pointed to that. Seibert walked straight at them at a quick pace and by the time one of them started to make some smart mouthed remark Seibert clocked him in the jaw and he went down. Years ago in one of his last ops for the Coalition he’d lost his arm. It looked the same due to a nice biosynthetic sheath, but the fist that had connected to the man’s jaw was made of hardened steel.

The other one was a bit quicker to start moving once his friend went down and pulled a knife. Seibert dived at the foolish man and they both hit the grown. Somewhere in the struggle, the thug managed to slash at Seibert’s good arm, but that was all the further it went. Seibert’s steel arm wrapped around the man’s neck and his blaster pistol was out and pressed against the man’s temple.

“Your friend has a broken jaw. I heard it crack,” Seibert told him viciously. “Do I need to make you two match?” The thug began to blubber and beg a little, which just caused Seibert to make a disgusted sound. His thumb worked a dial on the side of his sidearm and he fired. A low intensity blast knocked the man out and tore just a half or maybe less of the cowardly thug’s scalp off. He’d survive with a doctor’s help, but it was going to hurt like hell for a long time.

Seibert dropped the last of the pair that had thought to cause him trouble, and stood up. Now he wanted that girl.

If there was one thing that was frequent in this dive, it was the clientele and fights, whether they were paid, gambling fights or just bar fights that broken out for no reason. There was no security in this place to keep any order...one took a chance with their life when they came into this place.

Rylen had watched the man fight, watching his moves, the way he held himself...he was good, she had to admit that. Before it was over, Rylen turned away, it was time to leave. The crowd was getting restless and if she didn't watch, no matter how good she was, there was no one she'd be able to defend herself here...

So with her buzz kicking in full throttle, she went up to the bar manager, collected her night's winnings...as she was almost by the door, she felt a pair of strong arms grab hers and pull her along. She started to protest but quickly saw who it was..."What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She asked, half humored, she didn't need to ask because she knew exactly what he wanted...the same thing she had wanted...

Seibert didn’t even answer her, instead he just pulled her straight out the door. The door slammed behind them and he pushed the tattooed woman against the wall. It must have been something in that drink, but Seibert didn’t care, he wanted her badly. Pinning her against the wall he took a rough kiss from her. If she didn’t provide an alternative he was going to take her right here, outside the bar door.

He finally let up a little, but he still had her pinned there. Seibert looked down at her with a burning lust in his eyes. He felt like he was looking straight through her and burning through the concrete behind her.

"Tell me what you want.." she said, breathlessly as her body writhed against his, her breasts smashing against his chest...

She didn't have to ask the question because she knew what he wanted..."Take me to your place..." she told him. It would be easier that way, at least for the both of them. Rylen kissed him again, harder than the first time, this time nibbling on his bottom lip...

Rylen couldn't say how they got to his place, everything was a blur as she was pushed into a cheap hotel room.

They had been all over each other on the way to the room. Seibert fought to keep himself from tearing her clothes off of her in the street if only to keep her to himself. He’d never had such want, such driving desire for anything in his life.

He pushed her onto the bed and was on top of her in an instant. Pressing against her she would feel his thick hard cock still trapped in his pants. “I want you,” he told her finally answering her question. “I want all of you. I want those lips wrapped around my cock. I want to fill you with hot cum until it comes leaking out. You want it too. You’re tough, but you want to be a real slut tonight don’t you?”

Before letting her answer his mouth went to her neck where he sucked and bit at her flesh. His fingers found whatever edge of clothing they could and tore at it. His mind was near animalistic and filled with lust.

With her clothes literally torn off and in shreds near the end of the bed, Rylen frantically reached between herself and the man, her fingers finding the buttons to his pants. Her breathing was harsh and heavy, her desires the same as his...

"I will be your slut tonight Outworlder..for as long as you want tonight..." she said breathlessly. Her fingers finally freeing his cock from his pants and she stroked it hard...with an audible grunt, she pushed the man off of her and moved on top of him, this time taking control...

She peeled off his pants as well as her own and soon they were both naked. Rylen quickly pressed her body against his, loving the feeling of their flesh to flesh contact. Her hand immediately found his cock and she stroked several times before moving down and taking it in her mouth. She gave him no warning but she sensed his response and she fed off of that, not realizing her own powers were driving him almost mad with lust...that in combination with the drug in their system...

When her fingers first touched his thick shaft it was like fanning the flames. No drug had ever done this to him, and no girl had either for that matter. It threw him off so much she was able to knock him off of her and back onto the bed. Seibert was ready to go after her when she came to him instead. Soon, he could feel the heat of her body across her skin.

Seibert looked down at the powerful woman as her lips closed around him. He could see the lust burning in her eyes too. She wasn’t putting on show to impress him like he’d seen before. This mysterious woman engulfing him ached for him just as much as he did for her.

As she slid him a little deeper into her mouth Seibert let out a long groan that would certainly be hear through the paper thin walls of the hotel. One hand dug into the sheets, twisting into them and tearing the cloth. The other grabbed her dark hair and forced her down until he could feel her little throat. After tearing at each other until they got this small privacy he was already nearly ready to blow.

“Fuck, little girl,” he managed between grunts, “you have a very talented mouth.”

Hearing him say that only encouraged Rylen to keep proving him right. As soon as her lips wrapped around his cock, she started to flick her tongue on the tip of his head a few times before running it over, lapping at it...

While her mouth was busy, she let her hands rub up and down his thick shaft...when he pushed her head down, she relaxed as much as she could so she could fit at least a good length in her mouth and down her throat...all the while running her tongue underneath, her other hand reaching up and cupping his balls, giving them a firm squeeze...

Seibert was no longer in a position to speak. Each time he opened his mouth she did something else and a long pleasure filled groan came out instead of any words. He was amazed by how much of him she could take. He didn’t brag like some soldiers he’d known or the drunk you saw at every strip club, but Seibert knew he was very well endowed. Still, this wild woman didn’t even hesitate to take as much as she could down her tight throat.

Every time she picked up a rhythm and Seibert thought he could handle it a while longer she would do something else to force him closer to that edge. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take any more. She had just come up for air and was now sucking on just the tip of his cock again. Seibert could tell she was getting ready to dive down again, but between her fingers wrapped around his thick length and the way she caressed and squeezed his balls he couldn’t stave it off.

Stream after stream of hot white cum poured into her mouth. Seibert’s hands twisted in the sheets and what was almost a primal roar echoed in the air.

Rylen felt every wave of pleasure that emanated from the soldier and it rocked through her own body...she kept her lips closed around his hard cock as it throbbed and shot his load into her mouth...

With the way she was feeling, Rylen took it all, the salty fluid quickly filling her mouth. Her lips never wavered as she swallowed his load, her eyes looking up at him as he jerked on the bed....

When he seemed to finally calm down just a bit, Rylen crawled back up his body on all fours, making her breasts drag against his skin...she stopped halfway, her mind almost daring him to make the next move.

After the intense release Seibert expected to be tired, but he wasn’t. Or rather his body was, but his mind insisted on more. It almost felt like he was still hanging on the edge waiting for it to happen. Every time their bodies touched it felt like she had done it just to tease him, somehow knowing just what little brushes would send coursing through him.

Seibert decided he wanted to surprise her a little. Throw her off the way this whole night had thrown him off. Pushing her up, Seibert got off the bed. Half pushing her and half picking her up he brought her to the only solid place in the cheap motel room, the cool metal door. Pressing her back against the door he looked over her body again. He could see that the pattern that started on her face ran down her body as well. She was definitely not the little girl he accused her of being. Then again, he didn’t know what else to call her.

“Are you ready, little girl?” Seibert lifted her up, bracing her against the door. He kept her hovering just above his ready cock. “You had a taste, are you ready for more?”

Either it was the drug or just because she could sense it, Rylen trusted him as he held her against the door...she raised her arms above her, as if bracing herself for what was to come next...

Then, in one single move, he plunged her down on his rock hard cock... The size of him was more than she had ever had in her life..she couldn't help but scream, giving herself up to him.

She wanted to close her eyes but for some reason, they were locked with his...she mentally challanged him to take her hard, to not be gentle with her..he withdrew and then rammed his cock back in her...

Seibert pounded into her slender, but muscular body. Her screams drove him to fuck her harder. He could almost feel her begging for more and he gave her all he could. They were both sweating and groaning in pleasure, and from the tenseness of her body and the desperate look on her face Seibert knew she was close. When he slid his thick cock out of her, the woman’s body shuddered at not being satisfied.

“I’m not done with you yet little girl,” he told her raggedly and threw her to the ground. He was on top of her in an instant, pouncing like a beast. One large hand went over her throat before he slammed into her again. He kept a grip on her restricting how much air she could get without completely choking her. He knew she craved a rough fucking and Seibert would give it to her.

It was rough.

Perhaps a little too rough...but fuck! Rylen loved it!!

When he threw her down onto the floor and grabbed her neck, clamping his big hand down on it. For a moment she did panic but her arousal overrode the fear!

Rylen felt his cock pounding into her, his hips slapping hard against her, for a moment, she felt her air get cut off but then quickly rush back, along with the endorphines that heightened her excitement.

During their whole 'encounter' Rylen hadn't realized she had created a mental link with the man...for a moment she saw him making a deal with some guy...but that was it... She was yanked from his mind back to the here and now as another orgasm literally over took her entire being!!

The rest of the night was a swirl of passion and memories that for Seibert at least would not survive through the dawn. It had been the most intense night of his life even as the drug faded in his system the lust filled night had continued. There was something utterly tempting about this woman that kept him wanting more.

As the sun rose Seibert and Rylen laid collapsed together on the bed. The sleepless night had left him exhausted like none before him and the ex-soldier slipped into a heavy sleep. While he was on this planet for work he’d have to find her again.

With a soft groan, Rylen pushed a handful of hair out of her face. Her head was killing her but not enough to register as a hangover. That was the beauty of the drug as time went on, you got used to it.

Suddenly, something started beeping...like a comm...

Rylen crawled out of bed, the actions of their sexual explotations being felt all over her body. She grabbed her pants and took out her comm...it wasn't that...

Looking around, she followed the sound and went to the man's bag..what was his name? Did he give her his name? Fuck...she wasn't sure.

She pulled his comm out of his jacket and looked at the display...S.E.? With blurry eyes, she opened the comm and saw the message...along with an unclear picture of herself...

What?!

Rylen heard him groaning and she threw down the comm...what the hell was she going to do?

Quickly, she rummaged around and found a pair of cuffs...with a curse, she grabbed them and straddled his chest as he was still waking up. Rylen hurried and cuffed his hands to the bed...then she slipped off of him and quickly dressed then sat down, waiting for him to wake fully...

Something told her she sure knew how to pick them...