You can't take the plasma cannon away from me (Closed for me and KattDclaw)

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Character Profile: Benjamin “Big Ben” Givens
Age: 27
Height 6’2
Weight 185
Profession: Engineer

Ben was just a young man born to the wrong family at the wrong planet. The outcropping colony was a salt of the earth type place. People didn’t really think much other then what was in front of them. Honest trades like farming, fishing etc where seen as a good living. These people were down to earth that had little use for a young man with his head lost in the clouds always looking to the stars. If good ole Ben was needed for anything it was to fix a tractor that had broken down, or a fishing boat motor that wasn't working. With very minimal training, he just had a knack for jury rigging machinery. It was only later when the planet started having more visitors that he was able to apply his trade and learn from the various spacers that were staring to make their mark on this world. He even opened a small repair shop. He was known to be fair and honest to a fault.
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It wasn't long before there were some bad elements that started to creep into town. Most never bothered the Givens clan, as they were pretty handy with the steel, but that didn't stop them from muscling from other people. Things started to get worse when a local crime boss decided to start charging protection rackets. Even Ben had to pay up, but in the sense of doing repairs. It wasn’t that he was afraid of them, more so he was afraid what they’d do to the others. So he got pretty tight in with these guys, but never took a hand in their illegal activities.
Things started to look hopeless, still she walked into his life. The rest, well that’s pretty much hails of bullets, gun smoke, some off again on again adult fun time, and a job as an engineer.

 

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Space Log 56898
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After some R&R in Planet Targa, the boss and I have decided head to station Zeta-Alpha. Word on the line was there was someone looking for a solid pair of hands to pull a job. Not much details other than that. Normally this wasn’t the type of job we normally take, but pickings for someone that wanted to stay out of the various conflicts round the Core (that’s slang to you slickers for the core worlds of the galaxy) took what jobs they could get. Things were pretty good there for a while, till someone stirred up a hornets nest. Now every two bit world or kingdom is trying to get a piece of the action. That’s all good and well, but if you get caught fighting, smuggling, etc. for one side, the other will skin ya alive. Independent contractors, that my friend was where the money is and was the safer bet. Well if you could call what we do safe.

Signing off, Ben

Standing from the computer in his room, he stretched, hearing a delightful crack as he did. The long R&R had been good for them both. The last job they'd pulled had been a dozy. There were often times he wondered if they bit off more than they could chew. Still the pay was good and it kept this thing running. The ship was in good shape, it just needed more attention than they could afford. There were other things they needed to invest it. If on cue, he stubbed his toe on an empty beer bottle. Swearing up a storm as I then hit my knee with another yelp. " Da-shiang bao-tza shr duh lah doo-tze"!!! Hopping up and down like a mad man as he stumbled into the wall with a growl. Waking up shouldn't be that difficult at all. Then he froze, shit he didn't want to wake her up. She was cranky in the mornings, and that was not something he wanted to deal with. His mind racing, he maybe could escape to the engine room. It was always safe in there. She never really bugged there, and there was too much sensitive equipment in there to start a fight. Yeah if he happened to wake her with this noise he'd make a beeline to there.

He took a moment to glance around before sliding on his shirt. The forest green material ( his favorite color btw), felt rough on his skin as he slid it on, covering the various ink he had upon his body. Being he'd spend a good deal of the Targa trip naked, it was odd to have to put clothes back on. He mused lightly, how did a dirt town boy end up here. Flying around space, catching criminals, doing jobs etc. Oh btw, his partner was pretty much the best bounty hunter out there (ok he might be a little bias). Plus she was a spitfire, hell with a set of handguns. A mouth that could spit out the most sour verbiage you could imagine, but also was one of the sweetest things he'd ever tasted. Course there were sweeter spots on her, but that thought train needed to de-railed before he'd have to spend some one on one time in his bunk.

That'd be all well and good, but there were other matters he needed attending to. Slipping a pair of pants he stumbled around a few moments before lacing them up and buttoning them. Next came the socks, and boots. Stretching his back once more before he stepped from his room into the main hallway. The ship was pretty compact, which in a sense was a good thing. It allowed less time to get to point A to point B. In a crisis that was a VERY good thing. He made his way to what they referred to as their mess hall. Really it was a smaller room that had the food rations. Right now, a good dose of coffee would help him. He'd been lucky, he'd got a decent deal on the real stuff, not the freeze dried crap, and was about to brew them both up some java. Setting the coffee pot in the filler, he punched in the digits for 1.89271 liters of water from the tank. He'd stand there, leaning his back against the counter as it filled. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he made a note to check on frequency of the next meeting they'd be going to. He'd have to pull up specs and schematics for the bar. He'd hand those over to her to formulate the plans if the meeting went south. He'd be coming with her on this meeting. The place they were meeting was a pit. Not that she couldn't handle herself, but it made better sense having someone watch your back while you were in there. The ship had its own internal defense so leaving it shouldn't be a problem. Honestly ships never had any problems, but once you stepped past that airlock, it was game on.

He then began the task of grinding the coffee. Bit hard as they normally used the freeze dried stuff. He'd figured out a system though, and had rigged up something that worked as a makeshift grinder. It wasn't perfect, and he wasn't keen on using the parts for something like that. Course that all went away once he had a delicious taste of the real deal coffee. Pour said coffee pot into the maker, and setting up a filter for the beans, he stepped back and let the thing brew. The scent of freshly brewing coffee filling the ship, wavering out to the various rooms.

 

[KattDclaw]

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He’d glance up to her arrival, taken from his thoughts as she stepped inside the mess. A sly grin slipped over his lips as he gave her the once over. Ms Grace Walken in the flesh, the Grey one, Grey, etc ect with the fancy names for the famous bounty hunter. Brown eyes glimmered with a bit of mischief as she slunk in like a cat with a hangover. He laughed some to himself more than anyone at her ginger steps. It did make a man's pride swell when he knew he was a cause of such a thing. Not that she hadn't wore him out too, he swore he still had the scratch on his back. Last night had been fun. The good thing about being friends and partners before being lovers, is there wasn't any awkwardness. Grace’s demeanor made it easy to going back to how things were, Ben didn't have too much of problem with that. He really adored her, long as things worked out one way or the other, long as there wasn't any hurt feelings and they could keep this going, it worked enough for him.

Sides did you see what she wears? Forget about it. Have you ever been with a warrior woman? The legs! Oh, yeah! Definitely have to say it was her legs. That you can put that down! Her legs, and right where her legs meet her back. That - actually that whole area. That and - and above it.

Shaking his head light to clear the distraction before things got too tight in certain places, he offered her another grin, and moved to pour her a cup of joe. “Well lucky for you skip, I got the good stuff, picked this on our last R&R…”

Stepping back up to her, invading that area we liked to call a personal bubble, there was barely a breath between them. He took a moment to get a good gaze at her. Wild hot mess, yeah that about summed it up, didn't bother him in the least, hell it turned him the fuck on. He had a hell of a lot of respect for her, and more so thought she was the sweetest piece of so and so he’d ever had or tasted. “Here you go, wrap your lips around that.” Handing her a cup of joe as he stood there for a few moments soaking her in. A mming as he took a whiff, shit she still smelled like sex. Dam this tension thing was all building up again, but that wasn't the only thing looking up. Breath Ben Brreeeeth. There that was better, getting a hold of himself, as he glanced down with a nod. “Meets still on, I got in contact with them prior to us leaving” He grinned, yep she was mirror his thoughts on that one. “Zeta-Alpha is a shit storm yes, but the law doesn't bother people there, just gotta worry about the locals.” He was telling her things she already knew, but it didn’t help to have a sounding board, or a guy that agreed with you. Ben had taken to this life pretty well, and god dam if the boy wasn't fast learner. Maybe that’s one of the reasons, sides that one BIG reason, why she let him share a bunk with him from time to time. He stepped away before she thought he was getting to fresh and moved to lean back against the counter as he took another drink, savoring it with gusto. Coffee like this was to be enjoyed, not inhaled. He briefly thought about lighting a smoke, but decided against it. Till he got himself some good tobacco he tended to avoid it. Mass produced stuff had all these nasty chemicals and shit, not up his alley, if he was gonna die from something, it was gonna be lead poisoning, least that was his normal preferred method.

“I pulled up the specs and sent them to your personal PCS if you wanna review them on your own, otherwise I can bring them up here, your call skip.” Skip btw was a term of affection, as she was the skipper of this boat, he deferred most of the time to her judgement. Didn't stop him from calling her out on stuff he thought was dumb, but most of the time her plans were pretty sound and solid. Wrinkling his nose he glanced to the cupboard and back to her “ I was gonna make some breakfast if you want I can cook ya up something too. I got some fresh eggs still left over from the trip, beats the hell out of the processed shit…” He moved to scratch his chin and tilt his head lightly

“Is that my shirt?”

 

[KattDclaw]

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Being called a hick from the sticks he would have taken as a compliment. Ben really didn’t think much of what other people thought of him. Some high class snob thought he was better than him, more power to them. He’d come from nothing, and now was making a name for himself along his partner in grime, well crime too. And really he didn’t consider what they did was crime, more like a cleanup service. They took care of things that needed to be done.

Really wasn’t much wrong or right about that, course that depend on the job. Man had to set himself some limits he won’t go past. Judging from that look in her eyes as he’d felt his space being invaded. Well it was fair after all, he’d done the initial invasion. Staring deep into those blue eyes, he swore he saw a bit of humor to the, bit of humor, and some hunger…and with her next words it didn’t sound much to him like she was hungry for eggs.

“Come on you know I make the best sunny-side..”Shut up Ben and stare. As she hiked that shirt off her chest, he took a moment to admire her. She was all sorts of sexy. In his opinion she was downright beautiful. The scars, the ink, the tone form, all marks of a woman that could handle herself. That was something that Ben really reallllly liked. Her body was just fantastic in his opinion, something bout that pale skin and dark hair got his goose going. He leaned into her as he closed what little distance there was, stealing a hard kiss from her. Lips met her own as he was the aggressor this time around. Strong calloused hands, those of a worker, man who made his living the blue collar way, moved to her hips and lifted her up. Turning to the counter, he sat her sweet ass on there. More his height now, he was at better level to move his hands down and cup handful. His hands were about as clean as they could be, but they were such a contrast to her pale skin.

He leaned in, listening for her sounds of enjoyment as he cupped her breast in his hand while savoring the sweet taste of her kiss. Ben wasn’t much of a talker, more a do’er. She sure knew how though to keep him quiet. Focused on her pleasure right now, he broke the kiss, and moved to kiss a trail down. Starting at her cheek, then finding his way to her chin. Rough lips moved to her slender neck, taking a moment to nibble and nurse upon it. He might catch hell later, but he was gonna leave his mark there. He wasn’t gonna test the waters though high on the neck, so after a paused moment of decision, he kissed his way down to her collarbone. This way the skin could be covered by a regular crew-neck shirt, even one as baggy as his own.

Parting his lips slightly, he placed them on her skin. Making the letter O with his lips, he pressed them firmly against her skin. Making a good seal, no air escaping, he was soft and inviting as he did so. He sucked likely on the skin, just hard enough to break the capillaries but not enough to hurt her, just reminding her he was doing it. Teeth out of the way, he only nibbled at her when he was breaking up the motions, not enough to leave teeth marks. A slight smirk as he glanced up to her and leaned down to take a gander at her chest. So perfect and perky. A waggle of his brows as he moved his hand away and let his lips do the talking.

Oh but his hands were far from idle. The clanking and clamoring sound as he unbuckled her belt. Looking up at her as he did so, a snap and an unzipping heard, as then she felt her legs exposed as he pulled off her pants. Bunched around the ankles, it didn’t matter much right now, before he pulled away from his task to pull them free of her. They joined the shirt she’d stripped off, which soon enough would be a pile. He grinned, leaning back some as he looked at her. Sitting there almost bare, dressed in just her panties, she was a sight that would make a dead man hard. Licking his lips lightly. “I think we can make some time..just so you know though, I’m planning on enjoying this..so it won’t go to fast. We also need to make sure you're not limping too much afterwords this time or we might be a bit slower on the draw” Giving her a sly wink, he returned to the task at hand.

Fingers lopped in the sides of her underwear, pulling them down her legs. He left one leg bared, while the other still had the leg hole still looped around those oh so long and toned legs. Leaning down and kissing up slowly on that bared leg, as he moved his hands up slowly to part them. His attentions on her thigh, working at leaving another mark, he gazed at the prize before him.

"Side you know full well there an't nothing sneaking bout what I'm putting in.."

 

[KattDclaw]

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[EkedSad]

He was still in a mood from last night, wasn't much he could do about that save get that out of his system by having another good roll with her. How many engineers got to fuck their captain anyway, or employees fuck their boss. Maybe Ben wasn't talkative now, but she’d sure be making him sing Dixie when she got her turn, that was for certain. Sides he just loved how vocal she was. Showed a man proper what he was doing was having the desired effect on her. A shift of his body as he hooked his arms under her legs and moved them over his broad shoulders. Giving him a better angle to feast on that sweet spot. He glanced up to her again with a wicked grin before leaning in, kissing a trail down her legs. When arriving at his destination, he blew against her heat lightly. Leaning down he inhaled her scent, a slight growl coming from his lips.

She was incredibly soft for a warrior woman that was for certain. A glance up hearing her command, he move his hand to his forehead and saluted her. “Yes Ma’am be my genuine pleasure”. He took another moment to savor the sight, the smell, and the glory of that hot little box.

Leaning up some he kissed his way down her firm stomach, taking care to nibble on her abs her and there, before pausing at that trimmed bush with a wily grin. “I do have to admit, I am glad the curtains match the carpet.” Moving his head down as he slowly positioned himself at that center of her being. He found delight in her flush form, heated with lust and wantonness, and the best part was he was the one that was causing it. Who said the tough girls didn't want some too, his lover here Grace, couldn't get enough of him, and him her. He let his hands drift down, rubbing thumb over those soft folds of flesh. Just like his mindset when it came to fixing something, he was being slow and thorough. He wanted her more than primed and aching for his tongue.

Dipping his head down he couldn't wait any longer, and had a feeling she couldn't either. Licking the outside and inside of her sweet wet box with broad flat strokes of his tongue. She felt him licking around her lips with slow measured strokes. Curling it into a stiff mass, he lightly dipped it inside her. This was about the smallest thing she was going to have inside her. He hummed some, shifting as he pleasured her. That mass of large thick flesh that he was affectionately nick named for was straining against his pants, aching to come out and play. Still for now his attentions were focused on her pleasure and not his own. Tongue fucking her now, drinking in both the taste of her, good she was so sweet, and the noises those attentions brought were nirvana to him.

Changing tactics, he started to lick around the bottom of her sweetness and her perineum. A light glance up to her. One hand slipped up collecting some of her flowing juices on his fingers. Lightly she felt a press, not pressing in mind you, around her other little hole. Any signs she didn't like this though, and he would stop.

Now with the prepping done, he moved his tongue up to the nub of flesh, and toyed with it a bit. Licking around it in circles, licking over the top, and around the bottom. More teasing and tormenting before he was ready to really get down to business. A glance up to her with the double stimulation, as he started to suck lightly upon her, taking it into his mouth and licking it fast with the tip of his tongue. From experience he knew this would get her going. It was a good thing they had the spaceship to themselves, from the noise they were making and were soon to making more of, they'd be walking anything within earshot.

His free hand moved up and cupped one those lovely upturned peaks in his grasp. Circling her perky upturned, he mm’d at her lightly. He watched her body as it reached to him, not to mention hearing her delights to his attentions. Her moans, her words, it was what spurred him on, not to mention just getting her off made him dam proud and happy. Humming against her, showing her that he was more than enjoying his pleasuring of her, it vibrated against her hot nub. The vibrations will spread from her core to all areas, and make her tingle like a tuning fork. Lips covered teeth as he nibbled and lapped at her sweet nub, enjoying the torment he was giving her, after all, going down on someone was one thing, but really it was all about the fucking when it came to it.

Squeezing her breasts as he continued, he finally leaned back having enough for the moment. Hands moved to task, denying her further pleasure for the moment. “Sorry Gracie….getting a bit tight down there.” His hands moved to unlace himself, a shuffling and dinging of metal. She heard the ominous sound of him unbuttoning and unzipping, and a groaned sound of relief as he freed himself. She could tell he was a bit pained, having been in a position where he was trapped, and was just savoring the feeling of freedom. I mean after all, something that big shouldn't be caged up should it?

 

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When he put his mind to something he was quite good at it. Given the motivation he had right now, it wasn’t any wonder why he’d had her squirming. With the crashing orgasms she had, three by his count, he considered that quite the accomplishment. Her hot steamy words, moans, groans, and various other noises were like heaven to him. He kept grinning up at her as she did. Leaving the former soldier a quivering gasping mess was quite the accomplishment. Leaning his chin on her thigh, he listened to her as she spoke. “wont’ have it any other way Grace…sides you love it as much as I do..”

He was taken by surprise when she reached out to grasp him. Fuck her hands felt good on his piece. Her poor hand found itself out of its league, as it stroked up and down, twisting on that long fat shaft that emerged from a slight tuff of brown hair. Pressed between her thighs, he rubbed himself against her some, as she took care of his own needs. As she leaned up to ravage his lips, his hands moved down to cup against her firm ass. Squeezing those cheeks between his hands roughly as he kneaded them. Growling to her kiss, as she pulled away, as he had wanted more. Still her comments caused him to swell, such a dirty fucking mouth now that was something that was just simply hot. Gracie was a downright firecracker once she got going.

“Dam right you taste good…fucking sweet as sugar..” Grinning lustfully to her comment as he nipped at her. Saying no to getting some head from Gracie, you were out of your mind if you did that. Shirt stripped from his form and tossed over his shoulder in that every growing pile. Bared chest exposed his own various designs of ink, though he had a far less collection then her. Washboard like abs flexed as her hand slipped down them. She could feel the tremble in his form as she did so. Her hands leaving a slight trail down his form before settling at the apex of them. Course with big ben sticking straight out there, that was hardly settling. He mused just a moment, remember the look of pure shock and amazement the first time she’d seen him. For a hick from the sticks, the man was packing a big..thoughts trailed off as she left soft kisses on his body. In conjunction, her hands pumped that mass of man flesh, only adding to the moans escaping from his lips. “

Fuck Grace…fuck that feels good…” Head tilted back, savoring every little kiss, every firm stroke. Sensing her pausing a moment, he opened his eyes to catch her blue gaze with his own brown one. A slight smirk slipping over his lips as his hands moved to rest at the wall behind him. Eye’s on her, how could he not, watching her drop to her knees before him, god he loved it when she was in that position, he hmmmm’d lightly as his hands moved to rest on her shoulder, the other resting on the back of her head. She’d hear several harsh intakes of breath, which turned into groans of delight as her sweet lips left kisses on that impressive expansion. As her attentions turned, one hand remained, the other moved to those heavy orbs. Jesus they’d just fucked last night, and these things were already full again. Ben could really go the distance, maybe that’s why time and time again, she invited him to her bunk. Didn’t hurt that he was packing something serious between his legs too.

His mouth opened in a O fashion as she licked him from top to bottom. Then with a teasing aching slowness, she took that offering before her, taking that glans in her mouth. He watched as her lips spread over it, he was quite the mouthful. Yips of excitement and pleasure escaped his lips as she suckled on that cock head, lapping at the undershaft with her tongue. “fuck…fuck…yes Grace suck that …”. He was more than perplexed when she stopped. Then he saw what she was doing. Hand resting at the back of her head urged her own as she took that shaft deep in her mouth. Watching her struggle to fit as much of him as she could. It didn’t help that cock was pulsing every time she pushed an inch in. Ben always enjoyed when she did this, a bit of an odd fetish, but it was just a change a pace seeing the proud headstrong soldier, struggling to take that fat long cock in her mouth to her through. “Yes…Grace take that thing…fuck..yess…so good…”. He urged her own, she could feel and hear his enjoyment as she bobbed head up and down on that fat hunk of meat. Watching as fingers encircled him and she basically was mouth fucking him. Feeling this beast in her sweet mouth was divine, she maybe not thought she wasn’t skilled enough to take him fully, but dam if she didn’t do an ace job with what she could. The wet loud slurping would a delight to his ears, and their administration was a delight to Big Ben. Fuck this felt good, and then it stopped again. Hearing her gasps from breath, he looked down only to meet her as she settled to her feet. Stroking Big Ben as she did, he grinned to her question.

He took a moment to move his thumb to her lips, clearing it of the drool and precum froth that had formed when she blew him. Staring her in the eye, he pressed against her lips, parting them, feeding it to her. A smoldering gaze given as he watched her, feeling her lips around that thumb. Pulling it from her lips with a pop, shifting some he brought his foot up, once by one unlacing his boots and tossing them aside. His pant were kicked off soon after. He then leaned down, taking a moment to nuzzle his face against her hot wet womanhood. Looking up to her, he lifted her leg a bit, and with a full solid motion jerked that piece of fabric known as her panties from her leg.

“Hmm..watching you trying to take all of me wasn’t the real fun” He’d growl playfully before he leaned up. His arm moved to hook under her legs, tiling her back. His other arm moved behind her back, catching her. Leaning up with her in his arms bridal style. That massive piece of his sticking straight out as he carried her to his bunk, since it was the closest one to the mess hall. Tilting so she could make it through the door without hitting her head, he tossed her on the bed unceremoniously. Thick and long Big Ben stood solidly hard and proud as watched her from her position on edge of his bulk bed with her staring openly at the large member. He was wondering if she was thinking about if she could try take it all this time around. He didn't think that any of her other lovers were as big as him, and he didn't doubt that they were anywhere near as good as he was either. Still the only way to find out was the very, very 'hard' way, not either of them were complaining. Before she could complain, he was already on her. Leaning over her, his lips kissing her own. Hard kisses drowning out any comments, she felt his hand move down, guiding big ben against her. Eyes on her own, watching her. Moving her legs on either side of him, the head of that shaft touched against her burning need. That thick head pushing and then started to sink deep inside her hot box. His face brightened and twisted in pleasure, as he felt himself be enveloped by her, his boss, his captain, his lover, his friend, but her hot wet tightness. He watched her breathing, watched her face, as he continued to slowly lower himself inside her. Where most of the time it was rough and fast, Ben sometimes liked to take his time. Just like the coffee, he wanted to savor this one for a few more minutes. Looking to her lips spread wide around him, almost pained to take him at first before they really got worked, they were both lucky she was wetter than a fire hydrate. Admiring the sight of his thick long piece spread her lips he looked up. The sheer look on Grace’s face as she took him was a delight in itself, that wasn’t counting the moans and groans that came with it from that dirty little mouth of hers.

Joining in of course was his own ”Fuck..Grace…your tight…still so tight…” He was so thick and hard, far thicker, least from what he knew, then any of the other men she’d bedded. She lay there, stuffed full of him, long hard and thick. Unprotected of course, as he won’t have it any other way, sides not to brag but there wasn’t a wrap that could really fit him. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, leaving him standing, his hands moved to her offered chest, squeezing her as he fed her another inch. “Jesus……fuck your tight…..” Sliding what he’d been able to fit inside her, he pulled, and repeated the motion. Each time the goal was to feed her as much as he could till he either bottomed out, or she told him to stop. God she felt so good, leaning over her once more, his hands moving from her breasts, he buried his face his face in them as he arched his hips some, keeping up the thrusting motions. Fuck this was good. "Fuck you're hot!" Ben breathed in a tight voice before his hand left her well-massaged breast to pull her mouth to his again, kissing her hungrily as he slid his hands beneath their bodies and grabbed tightly onto her naked ass as he continued to rock back and forth inside her with his incredible piece.

 

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[EkedSad]

He could feel she was still tender and sore when he pushed into her, but god was she willing. God dam, she was downright drenched down there. His hips worked the motions, working along with her as she rocked back against him. Cries seemed to spur him on, each little whimper, moan, call of delight, and the versatility she used the f word only caused him to pick up the pace. Fuck even after their various rolls in the hay she was still uber tight to him. Despite the fact of course he was packing something that was downright shamefully monstrous.

There’s no way a woman can take something like that. Some would think. He soon began pushing the big blunt head at her tiny entrance, forcing it inward. As she spread her legs wider and then pulled her opening apart with both hands trying to help it enter her small space. Prying her open and stretching her wider than ever…he thrusted into her good and hard, with measured savage strokes. Parting her wide as he pushed a few more inches of his manhood past her lips. A low animal groan escaped from his throat as inch after inch slipped into her eager snatch. She had always had problems with him, but it was evening out each time they wanted to shag like rabbits. He moaned and groaned as he sank more and more of his shaft into her. Shifting so she could through her flushed vision, stare dumbfounded when those inches disappeared into her. There was more remaining visible as his massive girth became buried into her.

His long, thick pole was only halfway in and she was already cumming! It was the best performance He and she had ever had. He was such a great smith, and she was more than willing to give into his advances this time around. He didn’t think there was any hope to even get fully inside in her. But she was dam game to try. Be damned if she wasn't managing to take most of it. He was able to bury quite a bit of in her. He couldn’t believe she was taking it! He watched as he plunged that fucker in her. It was taking every bit of willpower he had from cumming, as she was constantly spamming and twitching as she came over and over.

Pulling from her, the piece he flopped down onto her tummy resembled a fucking fence post. His big orbs hung down right on her little heated spot. She couldn’t see it, he watched as her eyebrows went up when she felt the weight of it and the hot contact with it extending up to her belly button. She was never going to be the same after meeting him and inviting him to her bunk. Yes, she would heal and she might even tighten back up for regular guys again someday. But she now knew all about what really big timber can do for her after their sessions. Prior to this, it was more than a month after his arrive before anything happened. Up till then, it was more than two months. Having have done everything but actually fuck. Once though he saw that body, and she saw big ben, it was only a matter of time before they were rutting like rabbits.

He moved his arms under her, flipping her over to her belly. Strong arms lifted her ass end up and gave her firm derriere a good hard smack. Moving behind her, he lined himself up against her, pressing that thick head against her wetted heat. Pushing inside was easier this time, well as easy as it could be when you were packing like big ben, trying to fit into something as tight as Gracie had. He groaned as the head once again passed her lips, that thick shaft spreading her out once more. Leaning over her as he started to thrust once more, he nibbled and sucked at her ear. Bracing himself on his elbows, he moved his hands under her. One started squeezing and molesting her almost a handful. Twisting his fingers along upturned flesh, he stated squeezing and molesting one of those peaks again. The other moved to her stomach, rubbing it slowly. Perhaps Grace loved big ben, and perhaps she didn’t want children, but there was a part of ben that wanted to knock her up. Call it love, lust, obsession, what have you. Still this was a woman he desired and cared for deeply. Ben wasn’t one for marriage, nor did he figure Grace was either, but he wasn’t opposed to monogamy. Which for the most part was practiced on the ship. The next step of course was kids. In a heated animalist moment like this, it was only natural for a lion to want to mate with his lioness. His thrusting picked up tempo as those thoughts started to narrow, there was only that desire now, to cum. Wet smacking sounds heard as he feed her that long girthy mass.

Pressing her head down against the bed, tilting to the side of course so she could still cry out, and breathe of course, he renewed his assault on her. Hammering down on her with measured hard moments, he wanted to hear her cry out each time he laid that pipe inside her. Hands moved back to hold her hips, holding her still as he ravaged her. His sac smack against her as he rammed himself deep, only to pull out and once again force himself in. Several times in-between he’d give her ass a good smacking. Varying from cheek to cheek he called out to her as he fucked her. “Mine…you fucks you this good Grace…mee… you’re mine.” Hand moved up, cupping her under the chin, forcing her to look forward as he plowed inside her. “I’m gonna cum inside you Grace….fill you up good…..” He taunted and teased this, but she knew well that he came in buckets. She could feel the need in his thrusts, the urging of his hips.

Finally she felt him push in deep and pause. That piece inside her pulsed, and then she felt her insides being filled. He cried out as he did this ”Fuck Grace..i’m cumming..cumming inside you…fuckkk..”. Groaning against her ear, she felt him lean over again, pressing against her, trying to bury himself as deep as he could, so he could fill more of her will that potent seed of his. She was very lucky she was on protection, with as much as was spilling out of him now, she’d be preggers in an instant. Several more spasms happened, as he pulled out, splattering the remainder on that tight little backside of hers. She’d feel him slump on top of her. Shifting his weight some as he pulled her against him, and moved to lay on his side, spooning with her now. His flushed form against her own. She’d got what she wanted, as did he. His strong arm around her, pulled her close and tight against him. He just wanted to savor this a bit longer, his forehead pressed against cheek, his chin in the crock of her neck. His semi hard member rested between her thighs. One hand held her, crossed over her chest, the other once again moved to rub her stomach. Slow circles, it was more for comfort then anything. Sure in his mind too he was hoping she’d forgotten protection this time around, but that was beside the fact, and that thought was fading a bit as his rational side took control. Nibbling her neck some as tilted her head to the side some, taking off it a deep long kiss, as lovers would do. Savoring it and this moment, he just really didn’t want it to end. He could easily spend his time fucking, sleeping, and getting lost with her. Ben was a romantic at heart, but was smart enough to know that getting attached unless she wanted it, wasn’t a good thing and he won’t allow himself too.

 

[KattDclaw]

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[EkedSad]

He trembled a bit, holding her to him as she leaned back against him. Savoring the feeling of her lithe firm body against his own form. He was a good deal larger than her, so that smaller frame fit well against him as they spooned. He was a bit surprised as she started to kiss him back, even more so when she deepened the kiss. Tilting his head to her hand, moving in the direction of her cupping, he delighted in the feel of her warm lips against his own. The kiss was a sated loving kiss, one that indeed lasted longer than normal. Still Ben didn’t mind, in fact he craved this. Lips opened to her probing tongue and his own moved out to lash with hers. The kiss was wet and shared, he found himself once again feeling aroused. Sated as he was, it didn’t take too much for Ben to be ready to go again, especially after only cumming once.

He mm’d lightly in annoyance as she pulled away, having quite enjoyed the embrace and kiss they had been sharing. Deep browns looked to her blue gaze, and he mirrored that smirk. He moved a hand to brush a strand of inky black hair from her face as he admired her. She was all a man could want, a tight fit strong firecracker of a package. She was strong willed, her own woman, but not to the point where she didn’t need men. He’d heard a few stories about her, not that he really paid them any mind. Simply put, it was his bunk she was sharing right. It was his seed dripping out of her, pooling on the sheets and staining the mattress. It was his embrace she was in right now. Let them talk, he knew full well who and what she was. She was a warrior woman, a lover, and a dam fine partner.

His thoughts trailed off as he laughed at her comment, he shook his head lightly and merely nodded. He mm’d feeling those strong hands of his captain slip over his nude form. While her’s was the far better one to look at, with those perk perky handfuls of pale flesh, and that cute little trimmed mound. There was those shapely hips, that firm toned rump, yep she was indeed something else. There was more too it, she was an excellent lover, and was far from selfish. Considering the amount of times he’d make her come just in this one session, he loved how she gave it her all, and just gave into it. Making her cum even once was a triumph in his book, but from his reckoning, he’d make her come at least 5 times this session.

Feeling her tremble he moved to hold her, draping his arm over her side and pulling her close. Yes she could handle herself, and he still sometimes had to remind himself of that, not to mention her reminding. Still he was old fashioned, and he’d still protect her even if she didn’t need it. Not in a smothering sense mind you, but in a sense she knew she could count on him, he’d have her back, and would be there any time she needed him. Toss in the fact that he knew his way around a ship, could hand a firearm pretty decent, and was a excellent (and hung by Jesus) lover, and you had yourself a pretty good deal with him being in her life, ship, and business.

As she slapped her hands against his chest, they left a light mark. He chuckled to her comment about showers, and then using the word quickie around him. As if reading her mind, he rolled her on her back. He smiled at her as he loomed over her. As she’d look down, she’d see big ben showing his liking of her again, as once again that thick long veiny piece of flesh was hard. Looking down it almost looked painful for such a mass to be hard. The flesh stretched around the head and following suit downwards to that patch of brown hair and set of thick orbs. Shouldn’t those things be deflated by now? Kings did the man not get enough, but then again ben was always pretty much down to fuck. “Let em wait a bit longer…..few things need to be taken care of anyway”.

He positioned himself between her legs once more, this time her laying under him fully on the bed. In full on missionary fashion, he leaned above her. Shifting down, he pressed his lips on her own, silencing any protest. She once again felt that head at the tight entrance of her lips. With a grunt into her mouth, she felt him press inside her once more. The sizable piece pressing inside her sore womanhood. As he did so, remnants of their lovemaking leaked out from her, joining those other fields that had already pooled. There simply wasn’t enough room for that massive flesh and those juices that had still yet to flow out of her. This time he was slow, taking his time, his hips easing himself in to her as deep as he could go. He then pulled from her to a point and eased it back in. This slow love was easy and allowed her and him to savor the moment, rather than fucking like animals. There was a bit more to this then fucking either, it was combination of two people that thought of each other more than just partners, or a fuck etc. Sure neither would admit it, but the two were quite intertwined now. So instead of fucking, he was making love to her. Not as a fuck buddy, not as a score, not as a one night stand. More as a lover should be, then what they normally are. Pressing his forehead against her own, arms curled as he held her, while holding himself up. The kiss broken, as he groaned out his pleasure against her. Each stroke and thrust was a slow measured motion. He wanted her to feel every inch, and more so he wanted her to feel how a true lover was like. Not just a wham bam thank you ma’m, nope a soulful, sinful, savory moment that they both could enjoy.

The bunk rocked slowly as he made love to her. Her chest rocked and jiggled, perfectly formed orbs moving with his motions. Her legs curled on either side of him as he buried that thick mass inside her wet tight entrance. His nose against her own, looking down upon her face as he did so. She could see in his own if her eyes were open, that he was enjoying this quite a bit. There was more to those eyes, more to that heated gaze, unspoken of course, but a deep caring for her and maybe that l word. There wasn’t enough evidence to prove it, so not to scare her off. Besides, how could one think of such things, when one was being filled so full with a piece like big ben. He hissed as his pace remained slow and even, dragging out each thrust and pumping motion. His back arched as he pressed himself down, a nice fluid motion as he feed to her woman hood all that she would and could allow. Stretching her fully and delightfully, he grinned down at her. “you feel so tight around me…god you’re so hot Grace….” Moaning as he leaned his head against her shoulder, the pace of his love making quickening, her form and the bed taking the brunt of it..

“Mine….mine…mine..”

 

[KattDclaw]

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[EkedSad]

He knew engineering, he knew his way around a ship, even a shotgun, but Ben definitely knew how to treat a lady and make love to one. His hand slide down her side, even as she looked away from him, he didn’t stop. Being urged on by her, he couldn’t stop. Anything to give Grace pleasure; to make her quiver and moan, to make her cum. Hips rocking against her own as he was spurred on by her cries. Maybe her eyes weren’t telling a full story, but her hips didn’t lie.

Leaning back some he moved his hips a bit more, rocking them slowly and deeply against her. Watching as her body shook with pleasure, as well as his needy thrusts. He moved his hands to her waist and shifting them over. Now with him on his back and her on top of him. Hands eagerly moved out up cup her bouncing chest, finger wrapping around them and teasing her upturn peeks. He watch from his position below her. He watched as she was straddled over him, facing him as she did. He moved to help easing her drenched heat down toward his hardened shaft. Looking to her as they lined the head up to the entrance of my excited womanhood, then as she began to lower herself onto his girth. The large head spreading her lips wide. The movements of her hips as she rocked down on him. The motions of her sweet cheeks as the bounced against him as she rode him. Jealous of them, as they were so close to her, he moved one hand down and cupped her cheek as she bounced up on his massive pole, gravity doing the work as well as she was impaled on him. They could both feel and see how far his gorgeous piece stretched her, for the mirror across the room showed the two of them joined in the most intimate of images. That beautiful bounty hunter riding a big one.

Her lips clung to him, spread wide by that thick flesh. Her thighs parted wide, legs on either side of him. Looking back up to her as he moaned his pleasure, gods she felt so good around him. Sweet slicked hair was pushed back from her face, his hand taking a moment to move from her breast. He wanted to look up at her as she rode him. Her heated womanhood engulfed him, and seemed hungry for more. He’d never seen her this riled up, she was like a fucking dam down there, juices flowing down that thick meat as he shifted his hips up to meet her with each motion. His breathing heavy and weighted, panting as she rocked down on him. He let out his own groans and moaning, almost in tandem with her own. He wasn’t as vocal with the f bombs as her, she was a far far more verbal lover then he was, but gods she could bring it out of him” Fuck Grace…fuck…ride me…fuck yes…gods so tight…fuck I’m getting so close..don’t stop.” Eye’s closing as he fought back that rising tide.

Hands moved to firm rest on her ass, grabbing that toned firm rump in both hands and squeezing it as she rocked up and down on him. His mouth opened in a O, panted hard as she took what she needed from him, and he savored it. Pushing himself on his arms he leaned forward catching her lips with his own for a deep steamy kiss. He bit her lower lip light as she his form was pressed against her own. He could feel her quacking pace, gods by this rate he was gonna get off quick. Fingers moved to her hips and held her firm. She won’t be bouncing up and down with that grip, though he was certain what won’t stop her from grinding on him. He opened his eyes once more, and looked upon her, pressing his forehead against hers once more. He stared at her, eye to eye, even if she wasn’t opening hers. She could feel his hot breath upon her lips, feel the intake of breath, and feel those hot moans and groans as she still tormented him.

Hands releasing her to do as she would. He found better uses from them. They moved back to steady himself as she rode him. Pressed against her still as they hotly rutted, he moaned against her as they did. Breathing heavy, he leaned in and kissed her again. She could feel that stubble covered face against her own once more. His lips were hot with need and want. Want for her, only for her. He let her take control, too busy holding himself up in his position for the moment. He wanted to cum so bad, so hot. “I want to cum in your month when I do…I want you to taste me….like I tasted you…” Groaning out his desires, only showed his comfort level with her. He buried his head down and kissed upon her presented chest. Licking and nibbling at her rocking orbs, he cried out each time she solidly came down on him. Her rump smacking against his sac, that long shaft firmly buried inside her. His hands found her chest again, as he backed himself against the wall. He guided one cherry tip into his mouth, while manhandling the other. The harder he squeezed, the tighter she seemed to be on his raging member.

Pressing his lips against her again, he parted them. His tongue was soft and warm, and very passionate. His hands gently stroked the sides of her still tingling chest, as their tongues dueled softly. She could feel him start to swell inside her. Breaking the kiss, she could feel his hot words against her mouth. His eyes starting to close once more, as he pressed against her in need. She could feel short hard rapid thrusts against her. “I’m gonna cum…gonna cumm..Grac..fuck..gonna cum.” Crying out his need to her, she knew he won’t be able to last much longer. Really now it was a question of where she wanted him to loosen his load.

 

[KattDclaw]

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[EkedSad]

When she pulled from him, her wetted pussy coming off that massive prick of his, he opened his gaze to see what she was up to. Watching as she descended down, her lips parting wide as she took that huge prick between them. Hips bucked as her hand circled around him, jerking him hard to completion. All the while that mouth like a vacuum start to coax that load from him. Fingers moved to cup against her head, thick calloused hands moving to hold those short inky black locks. Gods her mouth was so good, fuck she was good at this. Also the seer thought of her sucking that pole after he’d fucked her with it, was a hot hot thought indeed. She seemed to enjoy it so much, he made a note in that haze, to do it more often. Then he felt that hot boiling start to slip past him, and he finally let go. His hands moved from her hair, having enough sense to let go so he didn’t drowned the poor girl. But dam did that big fucker come in streams. Filling her mouth with his hot seed, she could taste him as he flowed down her throat. It was hot, sticky, thick and gooey.

His hands moved back to grip the sheets behind him, arching his hips towards her. As she jerked him in her mouth, she’d see his face contorted in pleasure. This load wasn’t a big as his initial one that he’d left in her sweet box. Then again, even big bens small loads, were more than a mouth. Stringy ropes of his pleasure erupted in her mouth a second time. She’d feel his hips bucking against her stroking hand and welcoming mouth. Fuck it felt good to cum. She could hear his approval, both of blowing his load, as well as her attentions on him, not to mention feeling it as a third wave of his seed it her mouth.

Letting out a light whimper, yes he whimpered, as she pulled from him, she’d see his gaze closed tight. His skin was a tingle of nerves, and he was flushed. His body was warm to the touch, and she could see he was quite content from the slight smirk on his face. Big ben being milked was a delightful feeling. She could feel bits and droplets of cum oozing over her hand as she worked that thick fuck pole. That signing moan caught his attention. He forced his eyes open to look down at her. Watching as she stroked him. God her pretty hands looked good on that thick girthy mass. Still she stroked him, forcing him to empty what bits he had left, causing it to leak from his tip and slide down his shaft. Her stroking motions mixed with their juices and her salvia caused that beast to look like a white frothy mess.

She took him in her mouth again and that caused him to lean back, his eyes rolling back into his head as he groaned to her. Gods this woman was incorrigible. A small neat package of awesome tits, a tight cooch and a hell of a sex drive. Oh btw, she could out drink, out fight, and out punch just about anyone. She was a rebel with her own cause, cold hard credits, and with her own drive. Right now however, her drive was to spit shin that big mass of her engineer, shipmate, and lover. Toes curled and he let out a sated moan as she cleaned the under of his big shaft. From heavy lidded eyes, he looked at her. Watching as her posture changed, leaning on hands and knees down by that slow deflating mass of cock. He mm’d lightly as he looked at that grin, and slowly shook his head, with a healthy chuckle. “you get your fill yet…or are you thirsty for more…” He wasn’t sure what the answer was, but he just had to say it. After all he figured after that fuck session, that he could get away with a bit. He had made her toes curl just right, and she’d been rewarded with two big healthy loads. Or maybe it was him being reworded by letting this warrior goddess take pleasure from him, and being allow to partake of her body. Either way it was all good. He moved his hand down to stroke her cheek lightly as he rested back. Kings he was spent…well for the moment. He was pretty sure given the right amount of time, he could get on that thing again. Now was a time for rest and reflection. Sure they were on their way to meet with a client. Sure they might arrive late. Sure they might be walking into a trap, or might get into a bit of a tumble. After all she had her share of enemies, and for the most part they weren’t picky bout who they shot at if they were with her. Not that Ben minded, hell he’d take more than a bullet for this woman. Yeah yeah, she could handle herself, but dam it he’d still do it. He shift some so her cheek was against his hip. Looking down though he couldn’t help but admire that sweet ass as it jiggled invitingly in the air. If he had the strength at the moment, he’d dam well would have given it the swat it deserved. He shifted some, sitting up and leaning back against the wall of his bunk. He mused a moment, watching her lay need that deflated beast. Something bout seeing her next to that manhood of his just made his blood boiled and his senses tingle. She felt strong arms around her as he pulled her up to him, resting her on his chest. Protest or not, there was gonna be a bit of a cuddle time here. He’d do well not to push it, he knew that. Taming a wild animal was bound to get you bitten and scare it off. For now though he figured he’d press his luck some.

Her sweaty form was against his own. Nude bodies once again intertwined, though this time there wasn’t any grunting or groaning. Well not in the making woopie sense. Her lithe strong sleek form was pressed against his bulkier one. One finger moved to press her fair from her features, so he could gaze into those blue eyes with his own brown gaze. The other hand moved to trace her lips and chin, gathering the remnants of her lovely sucking. Mirroring his actions from earlier, he once again feed them to her. He watched her gaze, attention only slipping to her lips, as she sucked his fingers clean. She had a taste for him that was sure. Least he liked to think it was him, he wasn’t about to ask. Don’t look a gift in the mouth and all. Feeling her tongue flicker around his finger, he just shook his head and gave her rump a swat “Keep it up …keep it up and you’ll make me wanna do it all over again…”

Holding her in the crook of his arm, he moved his hand up to activate the touchpad. The small computer nearby came up. With one hand he drummed in some numbers as he shifted some adjusting so she could see the screen as well. Before her was the blueprints of the bar they’d be meeting their contact in. He figured she’d looked at them some before the whole impromptu session and he wanted her thoughts on it and what game plan they’d be following. “So we’re going to a place called Johnny Mo’s…I’m pretty sure you’ve been there before. Check your guns at the door type place. The security though is shit so we’re pretty much taking our life in our hands. The contact must be pretty desperate or in some deep shit if they want to meet here”

Fingers moved to the screen and pushed the blueprint to the side, opening up a new window interface. A few clicks and they were presented with a wanted poster. Well two really, as the people before them were the twins. Shin-Ki and Kari-Loe. He hmm’d fingers moving to scratch his chin lightly as he then shook his head. “What gets me is these two making the arrangements. Didn’t we steal some of their bounties awhile back..I don’t know the bounty hunter code and all that shit…but I’d be pretty pissed if someone did that to me.”

He moved his finger lightly around her inked places, taking care to tease her as she talked. Still she knew well he might do this, she had Ben’s full attention. He was a hick for sure, but the man didn’t mess around when it came to engines, money, trouble, or fucking. “Do you think with it being enclosed I should bring Clementine?” Yes he named his guns. No he wasn’t ashamed of it, no he didn’t care if anyone thought it was stupid. He’d glance down to her, shutting up as he figured she was the expert and he really was just wasting the recycled air.

As she rested on those inked arms, he took a moment to glance over her again. Her nude form sprawled alongside him. Her various scars and patches of ink. She lived a hard life and she was a hard woman, least to most. Been had a knack though for getting through to people. Maybe it was his aw-shucks charm. He just had a way of opening people up. No pun intended, as she was the only one he intended on opening up like that. Shaking his head clear of thoughts he once again paid attention. Like a master with the student, Ben was picking up more and more on the tricks of the trade. He nodded to her, noting her suggestions and placement. He watched as she pointed out various points, and took mental notes of her suggestions. One say it was odd, planning battle strategy with your captain in this state. You know, after fucking like two horny teenagers, but Ben really paid it no mind. It was what it was, and right now he was quite sated. More so Grace was taking strategy, you know that thing you need to so your ass comes back home alive. So you can fuck your captain again and not be dead. He hm’d lightly as he moved his free hand down, directing her own to that limp beast. A little bit of a handjob never hurt no one. Sides he could tell she was still randy, as was he. Bit of teasing and pleasing never hurt anyone. They knew what they needed to do and despite the fact that she was jerking him again to hardness, he still could pay attention. Her small hand moving up and down that limp cock of his, working it hard. It took a bit more time this go around, considering he’d just spent himself twice. He’d hear his light gasps and mummers, a biting of teeth as he tried to keep quiet during her instructions, all the while at the mercy of her talented fingers. Still before long that thing was sticking straight up and eager for round three. Nodding to her again” Sounds good skip…..in the mean time we should do what you wanted and get cleaned up. You want to go first…or me….or maybe just to save time and water….we could go together?” A sheepish grin given down to her as he waggled his brows suggestively.

 

[KattDclaw]

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[EkedSad]

So maybe by her standards it wasn’t a job well done. Yet she was happy, he was happy, so least in his mind, it worked out for both. The protein comment made him chuckle. Yet now to business. He listened to her plan intently. She was after all the professional here, and he was just learning as he went. There was no ego there on his part, sure he could think on his feet, and often preferred that, but she was more proficient at planning things out. He mused light, still feel her form against him and tried to focus. He got the gist of it, but it was hard to keep ones attention, when one’s lover was jerking you off at the same time. He really really was trying to keep focused, but she just won’t stop! She broke through his haze as she scolded him. Hey it was a simple question no need to get all fired up. He thought he’d fucked that out of her, but she still could get riled over his statements, among other things.

He wasn’t sure if he was fond of that sudden change. From night to day, that mask of a former solider slipped over her features and took over her personality. It was like someone flipped a light switch, and all of sudden she was all business. He both admired that and hated it. Ben wasn’t like that, he wasn’t built nor trained like that. Still he could put a strong front and just let it roll off his shoulders. Ben was good like that, a good intentioned easy going laid back guy. So when she said it was time to go to work, he figured there was no sense fighting it. Still she could have at least finished him off. Or for that matter help him clean up the mess. Or for that matter at least let him shower first. Bout the only thing that was gonna get this rager down was either some release or a good cold shower. He didn’t have time to jerk off, and she was in the shower first. Curse that woman sometimes, now he have to walk around in this state while cleaning up “their” mess. A grunt as she left him, thought that sultry look back and a promise of delights later did sooth his bruised ego.

“Hey there, I’m a fixer, sidekick, and great lay…at no point did we say I was your maid…” He growled as she left him muttering to himself. Damit Jim, he was engineer not a jizz mopper. Still she was off, and he was left clean up. With a sigh of resignation, he make himself useful and started to clean up the mess. Shaking his head as he did so, Jesus he didn’t know he was that full up, or for that matter that she was that juicy. Stripping the bed, he tossed the sheets in a pile. Giving it a second thought, he stripped the pillowcases as well, might as well wash it all. Course doing all with a raging hardon really wasn’t helping matters. The dam thing bounced and hit just about everything. Slipping on a pair of slippers, about the only thing he was really wearing, he hated how the grated planks bit into his feet when he went bare foot. He had remembered he’d left his clothing in the kitchen, so while he was up, he might as well get that. Oh look, she hadn’t come and got hers either, he swore this dam woman would be the death of him. Back where he was from, this thing was woman’s work. Not that he’d subscribed to that dated thinking mind you, but it was another thing when you weren’t really that great at cleaning up after yourself, let alone someone else. Dropping the mound of sticky, spermy, womanly juice filled linen to the ground, he hunted around to gather up the rest of the loose clothing. He told himself it was to keep his mind off that thing between his legs, that really wanted go between hers for one more round. He told himself it was just killing time till she got down with her own shower, so he could hop in there. A nice, very very cold, shower.

Picking up the mess they had made, piling each bit of clothing upon the already soiled pile. He took a moment to eye his shirt she wore, smirking a bit. It did look pretty good on her that was certain. Though it looked a lot better off her. Her birthday suit was without a doubt a variable wonderland. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, the whole reason for the cleanup was to get his mind off their little escapade. Didn’t help though when the pair of black panties he’d stripped up where right in front of him. Not to mention, pants etc. Oh and the stink of sex in the room. Yeah that helped a lot. A groan as he shook his head, gathering up the remainder of clothing. The good thing was that the laundry room wasn’t near her room, or his room, or really any room. It was this small hole in the wall section that he’d jury rigged something up. It didn’t use much to almost any water either, that stuff was pretty precious out here, unless you felt the need to mind for ice crystals or had a steady supply. Instead the technology used millions of tiny nylon polymer plastic beads that remove stains and odors from garments. The nylon polymer had an inherent polarity that attracted stains. The dirt was absorbed into the center of the beads, where it remains trapped. After the cycle is complete, the beads were spun out of the load through holes in the drum, where they then returned back to a sump pump and are reused. Other good thing about this, they also use just 50 per cent of the electricity needed to complete a cycle with a traditional machine. Yep if he decided to get out of this bounty business, he'd have a future in all sorts of tech. He’d be the savior of every bored housewife and or beta male. Not only would they save the hard earned money, but they could brag to their friends about it. Ben Givens here with turbo clean, that’s right, save money and time with your own personal cleaning system. Don’t pay those high costs for a professional cleaning when you can do it yourself at a fraction of the cost. The thought of that made him retch with distaste. He really had no desire to leave the life he was living right now.

Thing was though, he'd more than likely only do that either if the partnership broke up, or he was put in a pine box. Which really he didn't want that either, personally he'd rather just be burned to ash and spaced. He never really broached the subject of religion with Grace, but Ben was a big believer in that whole higher power stuff. Every the homesteader, when hard times came, you always turned to God. Now that didn’t make him a preacher, nor one to really flaunt it. Sure anyone that had seen him without a shirt, might see the various tattoos with the rising sun or the bonsai tree, but that didn’t mean he was telling people to follow his path. He simply was stating his faith and left it at that. There was an inverted imprint of a same symbol on some dog tats he wore. Then of course there was the necklace. He hadn’t really touched on it much, never really came up in conversation, but that was his good luck piece. Strung around his neck normally, he wore it tucked in. It was the crest of his mother’s family on both sides, it’d been passed down in the generations of his family. Normally it stayed with the family, but when her baby boy had decided to leave home, even though it might be lost, she wanted him to go with luck and the backing of the line of their people back to the beginning. It was special to Ben, and he’d not really made a big deal about it just for the fact he didn’t feel like talking about it.

Shaking his head being lost in thought, he loaded the sheets and the clothing in one big load. The washer was industrial sized, so it could handle large loads. Kind of like Grace…shit there went his mind again. He needed to focus, get his game face on, they were about to walk into a stinking cesspool of human waste, and the last thing he needed to be thinking about was her sweet ass. Something like could get you killed. Out here somethings it was a matter of simply who was faster on the draw. One bit of hesitation, you’re just another notch on someone’s belt, and just another stain to whoever is unlucky enough to scrape you off the wall. But that was another matter, and he had his own mess and stains to clean up. Tossing the load of laundry into the washer, he keyed in a few numbers. Slamming it shut, he turned to head back to his bunk. Well he was going to head back to his bunk, till he was jarred with that sudden tone of the ships announcement system. Swearing lightly as he mutter something about her just coming to see him and tell him, he stalked to his bulk. Grabbing the necessities, he slung a towel over his shoulder as he made his way to that functional shower room. Keying in a few things in the console, he really hoped she hadn’t used all the hot water. Granted he was gonna need a cold shower, but first he wanted to clean up, then cool down. Tossing his clothes in a pile by the wayside he stepped into the shower. Well this worked out pretty well, scrubbing pretty quick and lean, the shower managed to stay warm enough for him to rub out the odor of their mornings activities. Just as soon as he finished, the second phase of the programed shower hit, and the cold water eased more than just his troubled mind. It then eased out the remaining lingering ‘effects’ of this morning. He didn’t take long after that was back to its normal state to hop out. Grabbing his towel and firmly drying himself, he didn’t take much time to get dressed. Not even looking in the mirror, as he could easily pull off the rugged look, he made about getting himself dressed. Simple attire of a black tank top, pretty form fitting showing off his lean build physique. Pulling on a tanned brown under-the-arm holster for his side arm. What followed was a simple pair of white boxers, and a pair of olive green cargo pants. Tossing on a green military jacket, leaving it unzipped, he then followed with a pair of brown boots, laced tight. Slipping on a green military cap that matched his jacket, he was about as dressed as he could get.

Heading back to his bunk, he made a note to try and air it out some. It still stunk like sex in here, and even after leaving the door open to air it out, it wasn’t doing much good. Tossing the sandals in a corner, he moved to slip the rising sun pendant over his neck, tucking them into his shirt. He paused a moment, and shook his head. Ok he normally never did that first. He had a routine for this. Something wasn’t feeling right, something was off. A curl of his lips melted into a frown. Yeah he wasn’t liking where this was going, not one bit. Well no turning back now, but he wasn’t opposed on doubling up. Grabbing up that locket from home, he tucked into his jacket pocket for later. Stepping from his room he moved to the armory. He could see she’d already been here, her two side arms missing from the rack. Tabbing in a few buttons, his woefully smaller section came up. Really in retrospect it was of the few “tiny” things he had going from him. Leaning in he collected Clementine, slinging the shotgun over his shoulder. Pulling down a box of shells, he took a few moments to load them into the almost ancient looking firearm. Thing is, it still worked fine, just needed a bit more oil and cleaning than most. It’d sure as hell put a hole through someone as good as any of these newfangled pieces that were being slung around. He tucked the remainder of the shells in his pocket. Leaning up and pulling from the rack his sidearm, he tucked that in the slide holster. Nothing really special about this one, just something you used when the big gun ran out of ammo. Tucking the folding technical knife in his other pocket, he seemed good to go. Pressing an earpiece in his ear, he slipped in a pair of orange colored glasses. Like hers, it could give him a heads up display if needed. Slipping a few bangers in his side pocket, he headed for the cockpit. Bangers were handy in confined places, simply because they made a lot of smoke and noise. One could easily use them as a distraction, or convince someone they were being fired at.

As he ducked under the hatch and stepped to the left co-pilot seat, she could tell he was troubled from the look on his face. It was more than having blue balls, something about this just wasn’t sitting right with him. Still she was the boss and he kept those thoughts to himself, least on the part about backing out on the mission. He just felt a sense of foreboding. Maybe it was the sight of the shit ass station ahead of them. Maybe it was the lowlifes they were dealing. Hell lowlife was a compliment. These people were the worst of the worst, and just wasn’t keen on going in here. Still a job was a job, they’d agreed to the contract, setup the meeting, and now where here. Wasn’t much sense backing out now. He’d key in the entry coordinates as he took control of the ship. It was good practice for him. Checking the panels he made sure to bring her in easy. This station was much on security, pretty much find a bay and land. Hell some people even tethered their ships on the sides of it. He wasn’t have any of that, nor did he figure she would either. Pay a bit extra for a bay, was piece of mind. Plus then you had a good idea where your ship was. It’d be just dumb luck if the portion your ship was linked to broke off. This would mean your ship drifting in space, and you at the ‘mercy’ of the stations occupants. Slowing the ship in, he brought it to a stop. Taking a moment he turned on the internal sensors and defense system. No one was getting back in this ship unless it was them. He’d then turn to her and finally offer her a piece of what was ailing him.

“Ok skip I’ve kept my mouth shut bout this for too long, I got a real bad feeling bout this job. Something doesn’t seem right…not that most of these jobs really do anymore” He paused a moment as he pushed himself to his feet, taking care to make sure he had everything before turning back to her. “ I mean think about it…mysterious client….working with Shin-Ki and Kari-Loe, who we both know have no love lost for either of us. Hell they’d more than likely find some way to turn us in for credits before helping us.” Leaning back against the side of the ship. He moved to fold his arms over his chest as he looked down at her in her seated position. His lips were curled in thought, almost looking like a frown. Ben’s instincts, though not the bounty hunter type, normally were pretty spot on. Still he kept his mouth shut on this one till now. Being here, bout ready to step into the lion’s den had finally made him speak. Tapping his fingers against his elbows, he finally shrugged. “Still we are here…not like we can turn back”. He leaned down a moment, pulling something from his pocket. Dropping to one knee before her…oh shit really Ben….this wasn’t the time…place..hell she might not even say yes. Those thoughts and fears where pushed away when he pulled a locket from that jacket pocket and placed it firmly in her hand. “This is my good luck piece, well not really mine my families. Just keep it close ok, for my piece of mind?” Looking up into those dark brown eyes, she could see it was pretty important to him that she just go along with this. It definitely went against the grain of her calling the shots and making the rules. Still Ben was a good partner, and had watched her back from day one. Maybe just giving into his silly hoodoo voodoo might keep him focused. Not really waiting for an answer, he pushed himself back up and stepped away from her and headed to the airlock. He hadn’t meant to make things awkward, he just had that gut feeling. When in doubt, go with your gut. It’d gotten him this far, so he really didn’t have any reason to not trust it now. He stood there, waiting for her to step out with him, as the two hunters stepped into that den of thieves.

 

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The stench was almost overpowering. Where Gray didn’t seem phased, Ben visibly wrinkled his nose. He hated bad smells. For a boy raised on a farm, you would think he’d be used to it. Not really, that’s one of the reasons he’d got the hell out. Still the smell of shit was just overpowering and he moved his fingers up to plug his nose a moment before shaking it off. He gave the place a good glanced around and shook his head. The various states of disrepair were a grading on his nerves. Oh what he could do here with some leg work. Still he doubted they had the resources to even fix this place, and the last thing he needed would be in service to a chit hole like this. There was no part of him that wanted that, so the more curious part of himself calmed down when the thought of reality came crashing in. He turned and followed Grey through the crowded masses. He moved his hand to his gun and to his wallet. He had a good feeling there were some pick pockets around here. Ben wasn’t about to be some easy mark.

Keeping his eye on her as he stepped behind her, Ben turned on his HUD. He took a moment as he began analyzing various shafts and ducts just in case the attack could come from there or anywhere. Desperate people did desperate things. He simply moved in step behind her, not really commenting on their previous chat. His head was back in the game now, especially since she just went with it. Luck might save a man if his courage held, a saying that might be a repeat, but he saw no reason to correct it. The smell was getting worse as they ventured into the station, and the scenery wasn’t much better. Ben might feel sorry for them, but he was smart enough to know in a place like this, kindness was a weakness. Flash anything other than a side arm, and you might find yourself marked for a mugging. Even with the HUD used by her and him, there wasn’t any way they were getting a 360 view of this place or even the various nooks and crannies that the natives here would use. He mused lightly it must have been a hell of a way to live, but if was the only thing you knew, there really much thought of getting out of here. Nope you thought of more important things, where your next score, meal, or hit came from. Places like this made him enjoy the openness of the frontier even more. Even if that openness was the vastness of space, cause least there you didn’t have to worry about slowly dying. Pretty much it was clean and quick.

His head shot back to her as she announced where they needed to be. “B1-E it is”. Taking to hoofing with her, he kept up pretty well with her toned form. He growled as he had to shove past few more crowds. He really hated places like this…it looked like shit; the place was a rust bucket barely holding on. He wondered to himself if something went wrong if they’d even work about the salvage. Or for that matter how much time they’d have prior to the dam thing falling apart. He’d counted their steps and the directions they’d taken from the ship, a little trick she’d taught him awhile back. It wasn’t just his slam bam ma’am moves that he could learn pretty quickly. Ben had no problem with tech, but he always seemed to depend more on something he could do with his hands or his mind. Still that being said, when he felt her pause and looked down questionably. Then he felt, and even though it wasn’t so great, it felt good to feel that passing breeze. Just from this though, he confirmed the filter on that thing needed to be replaced a good time ago. Still with resources limited, one made due. He and Grey were pretty familiar with that. Still something like that would have driven him nuts. Least to the point he would he would have jury rigged something. A light twitching as he found himself drifting off in thought. He wasn’t as worried about the air purifications, as the ship would have picked that up on the scan. He was honestly more worried about the radiation protection on this place. Unlike most habitable planets, this station didn’t have an ion core that wouldn’t shield from harmful radiation. If they weren’t keeping the plating updated, as well as generation a magnetic field, there definitely would be some radiation danger. Yeah, Ben wanted the hell off here as soon as possible. He could smell the food and his stomach rumbled. Yes, he was hungry, despite being in this horrid example of humanoid squalor. He really hoped she hadn’t heard that.

As they arrived to the destination, he simply stood there as they disarmed him. The banter between Grey and the bouncers only made him chuckle. She could take them in a heartbeat, and not even breaking a sweat. He glanced to the one sizing him up and snorted lightly at him. “ Like what you see there buddy, too bad you an’t my type…ya an’t got tits or a twat”. He almost seemed to be egging the guy on. He looked eye to eye to the bouncer as he got in his face, two bulls staring each other down. “You better watch your pretty mouth there …or it an’t gonna be so pretty no more…get inside before the mood your pretty little thing there has put me in changes” The bouncer spit out, some of that spittle dribbling on Ben’s shirt. The bouncer reached into Bens’ pocket producing the bangers and held them up to his face. “The fuck are these…..batteries for your girlfriend…something to get her motor going when you can’t last 15 seconds with her?” He had a good laugh as Ben remained pretty much stone faced. Not getting the reaction he wanted, the man tossed them back at Ben. Ben’s reaction was quick, catching them in midair and pushing them back in his pocket. Even the other bouncers were a bit surprised.

Ben just eyed the man for a moment and simply walked past him. He really didn’t have anything to prove, some low life bouncer in a shit hole like this wasn’t even a passing thought to him as he walked on by, stepping behind Grey into the bar. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but not the HUD. Already it was feeding him information on the plans they’d looked, making him aware of the escape routes and where they’d be meeting their contacts. There was some sort of music playing, but nothing he’d really found an interest in. It was your typical spacer dive bar. The walls were cracked and peeling. What once might have been blue wallpaper had faded into a dull ugly grey. He really wanted to think those stains on the floor and the wall where just booze. Still he figured this wasn’t the calmest place in the galaxy, so more than likely it was blood and vomit. Glancing to his side, he saw a few ladies of the night cozying up to some of the more well to do looking spacers. Yep add cum to that stain list too. If there was anything good about this place, is that it only contained the scum and villainy that could pay. This meant the stench of human waste was a bit less. Well least in the mass quality that it was out there. The tables and booths were wooden, but looked in sore need of replacement. Cracks and splinters where just another thing that you had to watch out for in this place. God he hated this place so much. Turning as Grey tapped his shoulder, pointing out the booth they were supposed to meet at. He moved alongside her and moved to have a seat on the other side of the table. His lip curled as he glanced around, just keeping an eye on his surroundings. He checked his watch and shook his head lightly. “They’re late…..” He kept the rest of his comment to himself as the waitress walked up to them. Her appearance suggested she did more than just take drink orders. Clad in a form fitting green leather outfit, that highlighted the gifts creation had given her, her blonde hair highlighted with green was made up in some fancy do that looked like one of those 50’s beehive looks. Pursing her lips lightly as she gave them both a sizing up, sultry looks given to them both “Evening darlings….what can I get you…something drink…..something to eat….something for me to eat….maybe for both of you”. Oh the suggestions went on and on, from legit to not legit, to the sexual. She wasn’t bad looking, but Ben only had ideas of what had been put in there. Ben’s motto, if he wanted to stick his piece into sewage, he’d find a septic tank. A shake of his head simply telling her he wasn’t interested, really in anything. Turning his gaze to look around as Grey would make her response. He drummed his fingers on the table lightly. He hated waiting. More so those thugs out front had been a bit to friendly and knowing for his tastes. His gut told him this was a bad call, and they should have just NOT come.

The setup just felt wrong to him. This place, their contacts, and the far too chummy bouncers; yep Ben was on edge. His hand moved to his jacket pocket, rolling around the few bangers he’d kept. He made sure not to touch the trigger to activate them. Still that nervous energy needed to get out somehow. He remained at his post and kept looking around. Fingers still drummed and still he thought. He was invested in his surroundings, not even paying attention to whatever conversation Grey might have had with the slu…er waitress. He simply was keeping true while she was in conversation while they were in a tight spot. The music switched over to some heavy metal tune. Angry and aggressive, but one you couldn’t even understand what the hell they were having. His hand moved and gripped the table before them. Yep the thing wasn’t attached, a sure fire easy way to clean under it. Tilting his head to Grey to get her attention, he nodded over to the door. Their contacts had finally arrived. The twins as they were sometimes “affectional” moved over to meet them.

Kari-Loe was leading. She looked pretty average. She was a well-built female, wearing some sort of black leather bodysuit looking thing with thigh high boots. There was a nasty scar on her cheek that ended up to her almond shaped eyes. Deep brown eyes were something that one could get lost in. Still if you did that with Kari she’d more than likely cut ya open before you knew it and hand you your guts before you died. She was busty too, which for her frame looked a bit odd. He didn’t take much of a notice of that, though there was the passing though wondering what those things looked like freed. Her long dark hair was tied back in one of those buns you see in old kung-fu movies. “So much for not propagating the stereotype…” Ben muttered to her. Then there was Shin-Ki, the big bruiser behind her. Were Ben was a tall built guy; Shin-Ki would tower over him. Built like a brick shit house, the man looked like he’d be the type to rip your arms off and beat you with them. His head was shaven bald, but more than that was to show off the various death tattoos on his head. There were any numbers of skull and crossbones inking on his head, and down his arms. Dressed in a simple black gi, and a monk style large balled necklace. “Likewise for that big fucker..” Ben’s earlier statement repeated to her as he moved to stand from his seat. There was no way he was going to get trapped in the booth. Just like Grey suggested he glanced for a place that would be more neutral, then he turned to her, awaiting her call.

 

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[EkedSad]

Shin-Ki snorted lightly as he looked over to Ben. “So pipsqueak…you gonna help her or not?” Ben eyed the big man and shook his head. He stood there with his arms folded over his chest and just watched. He knew Grey could handle herself against these two scum bags. The dam girl was some sort of war soldier, these guys were just practice. He moved to scratch the upper portion of his nose as he watched the guys pretty much get their asses handed to them. He also didn’t join in because he wanted one of them to have the twins accounted for. Hired killers were lot different then hired bounty hunters. They were trained to kill, to end a person’s life. Grey and he only did that when necessary. There was a big difference in doing it for sport, and doing it when you had another bloke or bird eyeing ya down from their own piece of cold steel.

Catching a movement out of the corner of his eye, he shifted to the left and catch the man by the wrist, twisting in sighting a cry of pain from its recipient. He won’t be using that hand in his bunk for a while. Ben’s foot came and swept the man out from under him causing him crash to the floor. Honestly Ben felt sorry for him, not so much for the pain he was feeling now, but more that he was pretty much face down on that dirty floor. Ben shivered lightly, having no idea of the type of particles or remints that were glopped on those crusty floorboards. That shit just wasn’t sanitary. Leaving the man where he was, he tilted his head to the table after Grey’s offered invite.

Stepping in behind the twins as they sat on the other side of the table, Ben moved to have a seat next to Grey. Kari cackled lightly, muttering to her lightly “Really Grey, did you have to play with them as long as you did…it’s like you had to blow off some steam…big boy over there not giving it to you or something?” Ben simply shrugged to the question, it not phasing him in the least. He wasn’t really one to take the bait on such things, after all Grey and him were partners and bunk buddies, no real relationship to speak of then teammates and friends. Sides considering their encounter, and that slight limp she still had, and one that only knew where it came from, knew pretty well that Kari’s comments were about as full of shit as herself. Still he didn’t say much to that, ego or not, these people were trained in the art of killing, and he wasn’t about to start some fight in a shit bar like this to lose out a hearty paycheck.

“Well my precious little killjoys, bounty here is something our employer wants handled in a less….dramatic fashion then what we are used to…” Kari started to say before Ben’s smart ass self cut her off “ So basically he doesn’t want it looking like a vengeful samurai movie….you know where everyone ends up looking like a fountain of blood, guts, and all those other innards.” Ben then shut up as he got a glare and moved a hand making the zip his lips motion. Kari simply stared at him, before giving him a sinister looking smile that made Ben’s blood run bit more fridge. Note to self don’t piss off the killer, she’ll remember your face, and her face will be the last face you’ll see before she guts you. Still she was professional if anything “Who ever said it was a ‘he’ you uneducated back water hick…now as I was saying before interrupted….our employer wants you to retrieve something that your target has. This needs to be done with minimal attention and fuss…” Kari then produced a cased disc and placed it on the table before them. Funny how something so small could contain so much information, there could be anything and everything relating to their job on that disc. Course there was a matter of shifting through it, as half of it more than likely bs information or misleading rumors. Still rumors could hold some truth or even clues. There was mark they ended up picking up by hearing the rumor his favorite type of pie was blueberry, and he always ate it from one place. Sure enough they’d scooped the place out and managed to pick him up as he came in for his weekly fix. “Everything you need to find what we’re looking for is on that disc…”Kari trailed off as she glanced over to Shin, then back to the two bounty hunters. “ Of course that’s what I’m supposed to tell you….however if you happened to be say caught in the cross fire of some random bar fight……or some of your former marks happened to know you were here…..well your smart enough to fill in the blanks..”.

Ben heard the clicking of the weapons from the front of the bar and pushed his way back out of the chair. Course this seemed to line up at the same time with big Shin taking a swing with that huge paw of his at him. Ben on instinct grabbed the edges of the table flipping it up and creating a barrier in front of Grey, himself and the twins. It was good timing too as several shots rang out and the explosion of wood splattered upwards from the bullets ramming into the table. Shin growled out to the entrance with a snarl on his face” Stupid fucks we’re here too, don’t shoot us….” With that the big bear of the man gripped the table and tossed it against the wall. Stalking Ben as Kari faced off with Grey. Ben rolled to the side as the big man’s hand came smashing down, breaking the chair into jagged shards where Ben had been sitting previously. Rolling out of the way of the man’s big foot, Ben drive his shoulder into the man’s stomach, doubling him over. The moment passed, and Shin picked Ben up like a ragdoll, slamming him back on the bar. Ben landed with a sickening thud, the wind knocked out of him, as well as maybe a rib or two broken. Gasping for breath, he felt Shin’s hands wrap around his throat, starting to choke the life out of him. Those thick large hands crushed down on Ben’s windpipe, making Ben see stars….and slowing drifting off into blackness…it was so ..easy..to..drift….. NO FUCK THAT, he wasn’t going out like that. His eyes snapped open. He could smell the scent of blood, as a thin line dripped down his chin and into his mouth. Thing was, that wasn’t his. Eyes snapped to Shin’s arm. Those trigger happy gunmen had caught him in their haste. That left him an opening…an opening he could take advantage of. Drive his elbow into the man’s bleeding wound, he gripped the forearm, digging his fingers into the man’s arm. Shin screamed in pain letting go of Ben’s neck, reeling back. Ben’s reflexes kicked in, his hands falling on either side of him on the bar. Gripping a beer bottle and a pint glass, he brought them together on either side of Shin’s head. Glass, bang, blood and a wounded howl came out of Shin’s mouth as the big man was stumbling back. Ben’s legs came up, and in one duel motion, he drove both feet into the man’s chest, using this as momentum as he fell behind the bar as several shots broke out, bullets whizzing over his head.

Landing behind the bar with a thud, he took a moment to try and clear his head. The jukebox had just clicked on some rock song “White Knuckles” by Alter Bridge if he guessed correctly. Funny what goes through your mind as shots splintered the wood of the bar, causing whatever glass wear that remained to shatter into pieces. Ben leaned down covering his head as the barrage continued in this direction. If anything he hoped they was drawing their fire from Gracie. Going against Kari was no small task. He glanced over and despite his situation grinned. Why you ask? Well just like every other bar, this one had a shotgun under the bar. Grabbing it and the box of shells next to it, Ben leaned against the wall of the bar. Ripping open the box, he stuffed the shells in his pocket. “Rally round your family….with a pocket full of shells” Wrong song, but hell who cared. Leaning up and opening fire in the direction of the guns. He watched as one shooter found himself on the business end of Ben’s newly acquired weapon. With a wilhelm scream, the man hit the wall with a sickening thud. Ben turned to the next one and opened fire. This one was only winged, but the impact was enough to send him crashing through the bar window. Still there were plenty more where that came for, and a bullet grazed his arm, sending him spinning around. Maybe he did have a lucky star shinning over him, as that motion allowed him to turn to see Shin standing behind him. Grabbing him with both hands, Shin lifted Ben over the bar and started choking. Ben’s feet dangled a good few feet from the ground as Shin took pleasure in choking the life from him again. “Now I HAVE YOU, I CRUSH the life from you!!” This time however, Ben was ready for it. Shifting his body, Ben shoved the barrel of the shotgun under Shin’s chin “EAT THIS YA FAT FUCK!!” That moment was almost slow motion, as the click of the hammer that ignited the shell, followed by the bang was achingly stretched out. Ben didn’t just kill him, he turned his head into a pez dispenser. Coated on the remnants of Shin, a mass of blood, brain and body matter splattering all over him, Ben slumped back as Shin’s lifeless hands released him and his body crumpled to the floor with a thud. No time to waste thou as Ben dived under cover bring his gun up for some cover fire, as he turned his attention quickly to Gracie’s battle with Kari.