Wanted (closed)

[zydrate]

(closed--going to try this again, if you want to write this, please send me an example reply to this story....thanks!)

"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 better.

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...?

 

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It was one of those nights

Detective Mathais Julian Gregor slammed his mug down blinking away the black spots that threatened to send him teetering over the barstool. It took all of his strength not to fall over but he managed it instead glaring at the creature seated across from him triumphantly. The big brute of an alien was looking worse by the second turning paler as he nursed the frothing pitcher of cheap bear in his hand. He opened his fanged mouth as if to speak maybe to hurl an insult or two at the young detectives way. Instead however his eyes fluttered and he collapsed slamming his head onto the wooden table and groaning loudly, his tail twitching rapidly.

There was a collective cheer from the alien patrons gathered around, money changed hands several times before they finally patted him on the back. Mathias shrugged them off wrinkling his nose at the thought of the dirty hands touching the long brown coat his father had gifted him when he made detective.

“Now you look like a bonafide TV cop”

His fathers voice haunted him spurred on by the copious amount of cheap beer working in his system. He pinched the bridge of his nose willing the memories to go away before they threatened to send him into a tailspin. It would do him no good to dwell on the dead or the unresolved ghost of his father. He spent the last three years chasing down leads and trying to figure out who had finally decided to kill the veteran police chief. He still hadn’t found any thing only a burned out husk of a hover car that held the one who ran him over.

He waited a few more seconds making sure the alcohol wasn’t affecting him to bad before he got up and shrugged his shoulders. He was a powerful man tall and lean, with pale skin from working long nights and close cropped reddish brown hair, his features were sharp and refined giving him the appearance of a panther or a jungle cat. He had on a pair of faded black pants and a matching black and grey striped button down shirt under it and as always his trusty duster on. Of course he was also carrying his fathers military knife, his nine-millimeter, his .45 and his .25 hidden in his steel-toed boots.

He liked to carry adequate protection not the cheap plasma crap the alien on this planet were known for

Or he was paranoid

“Give me another” He shouted out gruffly catching the bartenders eye. He wasn’t here on business police or personal no he was here to have fun.

And Fun he would have

He shifted in his seat exposing one of his guns as he waited for his beer his lean fingers drumming on the wooden table as he waited patiently.

 

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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...

“Give me another!"

Rylen heard from the next seat. She had been leaning against the counter of the bar and was fully aware of everything that had transpired so far. The man was nearing a black out drunk stage if he kept going like he did tonight.

Observing him, Rylen nursed her own drink and tried to assess the man next to her. Yes, she was obviously staring but what was he going to do? Get mad at her? Attack her? With a laugh to herself, Rylen knew she could take him, sober or drunk. But then again, he was easy on the eyes, so that was a plus for him. But, he was drunk. That was a minus...so, all in all, zero.

The more she stole glances at him, the more she could see he was heavily armed.

That was a turn on. Another point.

 

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Mathais thanked the alien waitress and nursed his drink content to let his intoxication subside before he passed out. He knew that his little “game” had made him dangerly close to blacking out which would mean the night was over and he was by no mans ready for that. He didn’t have much time to relax nowadays with New Meriah’s drug war running rampant just two days ago he was in a S.W.A.T team assaulting a big alien drug operation. A few good men died that day mere blips in the war going on. He was on the frontlines most days and chasing down criminals and spent most nights chasing down leads for his father.

Which was slow going at best

He felt his eyes flash with anger and he got up suddenly itching to expend some of his excess energy. He rolled his powerful shoulders looking around for some kind of action to be had.

Luckily action was coming to him

“Hey human scum!”

Mathais turned seeing the group of Lizard aliens who was with his drinking partner advancing towards him. They looked mean and judging by the way they were flexing their claws itching for a fight against him. Aliens always thought humans we’re weak a fact that worked wonders for him. H decided to up the ante and pulled off his coat exposing his guns and causing them to take a half step back.

“Yes?” He asked cooly putting a hand on his trusty revolver and raising an eyebrow “some thing wrong with your friend?”

“You cheated!” one of them snapped regaining their courage “no one measly human could outdrink and Akillian”

“Except me apparently” Mathais countered his smile growing wider “I can’t help it he was a lightweight”

The lead Alien roared charging at him in anger, Mathais let him get closer before side stepping out of the way. Akillians were very narrow minded at best a fact Mathais used to his advantage he kicked him in the back sending him crashing into the wooden table and causing it to splinter to pieces. Mathais quickly turned grabbing the bar stool and tossing it at the far one before launching himself at the second Akillian with a rough roar. He punched him hard not letting up as his fathers boxing training came into play. He fought like a possessed devil laying into him before he heard the shot of a plasma blast from the bar.

“No fighting!” The bartender yelled a four-armed Andrazian roared cradling a plasma shotgun in two hands while the other wiped a glass clean. The aliens growled their tales twitching as the blood lust set in, Mathais however ignored them instead grabbing his coat and nodding before going over to the bar.

“Sorry Marxis” Mathias said sitting down “I’ll pay for the table and the chair”

He shrugged handing him a glass of water and going back to his business leaving Mathias alone with his thoughts.

 

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Watching with keen interest, Rylen laughed, as did a lot of other patrons, when the bigger alien fell. Another fight for this joint was nothing new. In fact, it would be down right shameful if nothing ever happened.

When things calmed down slightly and everybody went back to their business, Rylen looked at the heavily armed man, "You have a lot of friends it seems." Rylen, speaking up from her glass of clear liquid. She didn't care if the man heard her or not. "Keep that up and you'll be dead by morning."

Of course, who was she to talk. But she wasn't looking for trouble tonight. Those who knew her, knew enough to stay away from her. Her price was pretty high for killing and in that respect, she was widely sought. Although she frequented this bar from time to time, some looked familiar while others, like this man, didn't.

Suddenly, Rylen grew alert. Call it a sixth sense, but it saved her ass more than once. She carefully reached into her short jacket vest and slowly pulled out a blaster. Drawing it in a swift motion, she pointed it at the man sneaking up on the man she just said something to.

"Don't even think about it Eoth." She said as the bar got suddenly quiet....as it was rare for them to see the woman ever draw her weapon in public.

"I'm guessing you've made a lot of fans tonight." she said to the man she just saved.

 

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He watched pretending as if he knew about the man sneaking up on him. Inwardly however he cursed his fathers words coming back to haunt him once again.

“Always be on Alert Matty”

“I seem to have that effect on people” He remarked keeping his cool and raising an eyebrow at the woman. He eyed her resisting the urge to gulp as he checked her out, she was hot! Hotter than any of the usual scum in a bar like this there was also some thing more… Some thing dangerous some thing that told him she was NOT a woman to be messed with. It was a rarity to see a girl so capable all the way out here in the frontier but not necessarily uncommon. She was more than likely a killer some one hired specifically to do the maximum amount of damage as possible.

“Still thank you for saving me the trouble with that guy” He said nodding at the man moving away “seems I owe you a drink” He said nodding at the bartender who quickly set them up with two glasses of neon blue liquid.


“I think I’ve had enough tonight” Mathias said pushing it away and instead taking a water “names Mathias” he said tipping his glass at her before leaning back “we don’t see much females carrying around here in the frontier still you saved my ass so who am I to judge” He remarked shrugging and sipping his water.

 

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"Mathias.." she held up her own water and gave him a slight nod, "I'm Rylen."

She didn't like the way he regarded her as 'female'. Even though she was. In her profession, gender wasn't an issue nor was it what got her jobs. It was the talent behind the blaster, the sniper laser and of course, the blade.

Although a lot of the stories about Rylen were greatly exaggerated, some were true. She was ruthless, at least in her mind. She didn't get close to anyone because it didn't pay well. Most of all, she didn't go love.

But the urge was always there. The common urge that needed to be satisfied once in a while and tonight, she was looking to satisfy that urge.

"So, Mathias, things around here seem to dying down.." she finished up her water and paid her tab, "How about joining me at my place for a day's ending drink...my treat."

 

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He looked at her his eyes widening as he realized what she meant and what she was propositioning. A night with her? He would have to be an idiot to refuse that kind of offer. Sure he didn’t know any thing about her (though the name did sound familiar) but he was never one to say no to a one-night stand especially with some one so attractive. He felt his mind running at the thought of them being together and inwardly groaned. He instead kept his poker face up sliding off the bar stool and watching as she picked up the tab he shook his head and instead pulled out his own credit chit paying for both of their tabs.

“Mom taught me manners” He said trying not to wince at how lame it sounds “we shared a drink so I thought I’d pay I’m sure you can find a way to pay me back if you have a problem with it” he said countering her before she could protest.

“So your place?” Mathais asked raising an eyebrow “no offense but you seem like the kind of girl who prefers a hotel room so as not to give out there address or let any one see there personal stuff” he remarked eyeing her up and down “and want me to drive us there?”

 

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"My advice Mathias, don't worry too much about details. Just go with the flow." Rylen said as she led him out of the bar.

After giving him directions to where she was staying, Rylen made her way, with Mathias following, to the room she rented for the night. Most times she didn't bother with luxury but this was one of those times she felt she deserved it.

Using the key card to enter her room, she instinctively checked the room for any intruders or spies. Of course, nothing but, one could never be too careful.

"Make yourself at home.." she said as she walked to the bar and started to mix some drinks, "I hope you don't have a drink preference.." After a few minutes, she had prepared two drinks and set one down on the bar for Mathias and held one as she held it up. "So, here's to surviving another night."

 

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“In this town that’s definitely some thing to toast to” Mathias murmured clinking glasses with her before taking a carefully measured sip. He had partaked of enough alcohol tonight if he was being honest with himself. Plus she was hot enough that he wanted to remember as much of the night as possible. He wasn’t in the mood to have hot drunken sex that he could barely recall in the morning.

He glanced around taking note of the room, he had a sinking suspicion this room was merely a rental and not her actual domain. It was a smart move and only made him more curious about what and more importantly who she was. She was alien that much was certain but what species? The detective mind of his was racing curious questions already starting to form even as he bit them down. She wouldn’t want to share and if he poked and prodded more than likely she would call things off and retreat.

And he didn’t want to lose the chance

“Nice place” He said putting his drink down and standing up shrugging out of his detective coat and looking around “not your real place but still a nice place certainly better than most”

 

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"It works." Rylen was surprised at how civil she was acting. She was a patient person. It's what made her good at her job.

"So tell me Mathias," she said as she set her drink down also, walking over to him, "are we just going to talk or get down to business?" She asked as she leaned forward, kissing him in a teasing manner before heading over to the bed and removing some of her weapons as she was doing so.

"I mean, I can do the talk thing if you want, but seriously, I'm more of an action girl?" She took off her vest, showing she was only wearing a strapless cropped leather top. She still had her blaster holstered to her hip as well as a blade in a cover at her waist. But those could easily be removed soon...

 

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“Action works better for me” He murmured getting up watching as she took off her vest. Her exposed skin was enough to send a shiver directly down his spine and to his cock. He unlatched his chest holsters and let his guns fall down onto the couch his lips still tingling from her kiss. He followed her towards the bed pulling his own shirt off and revealing pale smooth skin covered in all manner of scars. He was clearly a warrior and he moved towards her as one his body half hidden in the shadows as he kicked off his boots.

Nimble fingers danced over her hips pulling her close for another heated kiss before he picked her up and threw her on the bed. He let his hip holster and his pants fall and kicked them off laving him only in a pair of black boxer briefs and a wicked knife strapped to his outer leg. He followed after her climbing on top of her and attacking her neck as his hands traveled up and down her hips teasing her with touch as he nibbled and sucked on the exposed skin all while pulling her closer to his warm muscular frame.

 

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Rylen's fingers fought to remove the belt around her waist that held the blaster and knife. She studied his body briefly in the dim light and could only come to the realization that he was like her. A fighter and survivor. She didn't question the scars but instead, accepted them. He had his story about them she was sure, but like she said earlier, she wasn't into the talk thing. Talking meant getting personal and she preferred to keep the personal shit from messing with her head.

She kissed him hard and deep as she unfastened her pants and pushed them down over her hips. Her top was easily pushed down, springing her breasts free, leaving her in a mess of leather material scooted under her breasts but otherwise, completely naked.

Sitting up, Rylen reached over and ran her hands down his hips and looped her fingers at the waist of his boxers before pulling it down, exposing the man before her.

 

[silvertongue217]

He groaned feeling his cock pop free and arching his hips to get his boxers off and down his legs. He kicked them away his large swollen cock swinging in the night as he looked up at her. He breast were exposed and he took the time to admire them in the pale light as well as her scars. She seemed to have many just like him and he once again found his mind filling with questions about her. A part of him burned with the desire to learn more about her figure her out so to speak. He was about to ask a question but wisely clamped his mouth shut instead reaching up and running his nimble fingers up her sides and capturing her nipples he roughly fondled and massaged them playing with them as he bucked his cock underneath her. He sat up capturing one in his mouth as his hands crawled across her back and scratched between her shoulder blades pulling her breast closer to his mouth.

“Probably don’t want to hear this” He murmured between showering her breast with kisses “but you look beautiful in this light” he told her even as his muscular body conformed against hers.

 

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Rylen threw her head back when she felt his hands on her breasts...she allowed her eyes to close at the feel and moan as she ran her own hands up his hips and gripped his harden cock in her hands.

Right now, she wanted to just feel. But her mind wanted answers to questions. Who was this man? Why was he just as scarred up as she was. Why did she risk this with him tonight seeing as how he was so 'popular' at the bar. Rylen didn't like attention...unwanted or otherwise.

He spoke and opened her eyes to look up at him. No one dared called her beautiful before. She could only smile and lift her hips, nudging him...encouraging him. RIght now, she didn't want to talk. She just wanted to feel.

 

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She nudged his cock guiding him to her opening and making it clear she wasn’t in the mood to talk. He thrust up sighing in pleasure as he felt her opening up to him and gripping his cock. He continued to push driving his hips forward inch by delicious inch filling her deeply. His nimble fingers danced over her hips pushing and worming his way deeper and deeper until his balls nestled against her. He groaned at the pleasure shivering at the electric current that filled his cock and traveled down his spine. He closed his eyes letting the feeling overwhelm him for a second before he finally opened them.

“Damn you feel good” He murmured gripping her hips and rubbing his cock inside of her “really good”

He began thrusting arching and rolling his hips to drive his cock in and out as deeply as possible. He didn’t aim for speed instead making sure each and every thrust filled her and simulated every inch of her pussy. He moaned in pleasure his pumps getting longer and harder as he continued suckling and kissing on her breast.

 

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Arching her back and groaning in pleasure, Rylen gripped the bed sheets as she felt him enter her. "Fuck.." she whispered. He was huge and she was tight. Her walls gripped his cock as she pushed down on him, urging him to thrust in deeper.

"Ohhh...shit!" Rylen exclaimed as he started to work his hips back and forth, moving in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him in deeper and her hands gripped his shoulders as her nails dug into his skin. Rylen let him have the control of the situation for now, right now she wanted to enjoy, to be led...to give in completely but she couldn't, she wouldn't...

 

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“Oh fuck yes!” Mathais hollered driving his hips against hers practically grinding the two together. He worked his cock in and out of her his entire body shivering as her pussy messaged and squeezed his cock. Fuck he had never had some one so tight! She was like a vice around his cock giving it all it was worth. He could already feel his cum boiling in his balls itching to be let out. He bit his lip drawing on the pain to push back the feeling and continued moving in and out of her driving his cock like a piston into her warm cunt.

His hands were every where dancing on her body finding ever bit of skin they could and rubbing and slightly clawing at it. He felt her own nails digging into his skin and gave a groan of pain and pleasure narrowing his eyes as his hands found her ass and roughly slapped it massaging the succulent globes and using it as leverage to reach deeper into her warm pussy.

 

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Their cries mixed and filled the room. Hopefully the walls were thick or else someone would be calling the authorities soon because it probably sounded like they were fighting with each other.

Using her strength, Rylen pushed Mathias over and rolled on top of him, wanting..no, needing to take control by riding him. She needed to slow his pace or else she'd end up passing out soon from all the orgasms he was bring out in her.

Gyrating her hips slowly against his, Rylen felt his cock swell with in her and so she stopped, letting the moment pass, bringing him to the edge and then again, doing the same thing several times. This was her own sort of torture on the situation and it was driving her crazy with lust!

 

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What she was doing was sheer torture

He figured she would want control sooner rather than later, he wasn’t surprised when she rolled him over and began grating her hips using his cock and riding it for all it was worth. He wasn’t however prepared for him to master his cock so easily, to be able to bring it right on the edge and stop with expert precision. Certainly this was unfair right? Wasn’t there a Geneva convention of sex that prevented this type of sexual torture? It was sheer madness on his cock! A electric drug that was threatening to send him right over the edge but stopping each time. He hated her he loved her and he just wanted FUCKING MORE.

“Fuck you” He growled half in pleasure and half in anger “oh god fuck you” EH moaned trying to thrust into her harder wanting to take her roughly. He slapped her ass looking at her with lidded eyes of lust as he let her move on his cock all but panting for more.

 

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"Well.." Rylen said, slowing down, "if you fucking want it..take it" she said, her voice literally challenging him.

Little did she know that it was a mistake to do that... he slammed into her and all she could was take what he was giving her. Her ass hurt from his grabbing and slapping but the pain equaled the pleasure they were bringing to each other and if he kept doing what he was doing, she was going to cum hard.

But she didn't want to be alone...she wanted him to cum with her..."fuck me like you want it Mathias..don't fucking hold back!" She shouted at him in between poundings of their bodies.

 

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“Oh fuck” He hollered feeling his release coming “Oh fuck!”

He pounded her harder and faster feeling himself teetering on the brink and letting go. He pounded her with ruthless abandon the bed protesting and groaning as he made her feel every inch of his cock. The sweat dripped off his body mixing with hers as he felt his balls tighten. He gave a final growl/groan and slammed into her moaning as his cock exploded and filled her with his seed. He panted and kept moving drawing it out as long as possible making sure every last drop was received inside of her.

He pulled out his spent cock hanging limply between his legs as he crashed onto the bed next to her. His chest rising and falling as his legs shacked from the impressive fuck he had just partaken in. God damn she was good! Like beyond good.

“Fuck your good” He murmured closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath.

 

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With a hard rush of pleasure, Rylen let go and came with Mathias, her cry sudden and loud. She was gasping for air when her orgasm finally subsided. Letting her arms fall to her side as she relaxed next to him, her body dripping with sweat.

She let her body recover as she looked over at him and smiled when he said she was good. Yeah...she was. "So are you." She stated simply as she lay there naked, the cool air of the room sending a chill through her.

Ryle could still feel the spasms of the pleasure from earlier still coursing through her body every now and then. The energy was started to subside as her eyes grew heavy from their work out. "Maybe we can try again in a few hours..." she said as she looked over at him.

 

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He looked at her raising an eyebrow in surprise. He regarded her sweaty lean body for a few seconds and felt his cock give a feeble twitch as if trying it’s best to come back to life and have her again. The mere thought of getting her one more time was enough to send shivers up his spine. He hadn’t felt this alive since the last police raid and that was with bullets and hot plasma flinging over his head. He felt some of his more recent scars prickle at the memory and shifted turning on his side to better look at her.

“I’m surprised” He admitted reaching out and tucking a stray lock of hair behind he head “ no offense but you seem kind of like the type to have a guy leave or kick them out after you’re done” He replied before settling back and watching her.

He wasn’t dumb he knew her type, she couldn’t be to mad at him for thinking it. It didn’t make her a slut hell Mathais was usually the same way with any of his late night conquest. No he knew that they were one in the same both people who didn’t like to let some one get close who were afraid of the contact. Personal life was to…. Well personal for them.

Which he supposed was one of the reasons he liked her so much

 

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Shrugging, Rylen looked at the man next to her, "No offense taken... besides, you're not a threat." She said matter-of-fact, giving him a small smirk which she was sure he could see in the dim light of the room.

There had been plenty she had done this with and yes, of those plenty, several tried to kill her afterward, or even during. But with him, she didn't get that vibe from him. Sure, he looked like he could defend himself easily and judging by those scars on his person, he seemed to be able to handle himself. Just like he did tonight in the bar.

But from what she saw in the bar, he was reckless. That sort of recklessness could get a person killed.

"Or am I mistaken? Are you a threat Mathias?" She asked.