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The Defiants, part nineteen

The Wanderer Rebels, story two

By Amethyst ChampagnePublished about a year ago 6 min read
The Defiants, part nineteen
Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

Stepping out of the Defiant, Skye couldn't help but stare as her newly enhanced friends walked around as if nothing had happened.

Until today, despite the fact that she loved having her tiny robots, she kind of felt like a freak amongst her fellow humans. Of course, tossing Olsen out of the infirmary with one arm hadn't helped.

But now, with three of her friends having the nanites as well, it made Skye feel a bit more normal. And they had someone to help them adjust.

Ava and Max still looked tired, although they didn't appear to be on the verge of collapsing or in pain, which was the important thing.

But Evan, on the other made her so happy to see him doing random movements, including a handstand inside the hanger. All because he could again.

The nanite integration had gone a lot faster than Skye had figured. But then, she had passed out during hers, so she didn't remember anything after the first few moments.

But first thing tomorrow, she, Olsen, and Nash would have them start testing their newfound abilities.

Hearing shuffling, Skye turned and saw Bram leaning against the Defiant as Galen shut down the ship's systems. He looked like he was about to fall on his face.

She walked over to him. "What's wrong with you?"

Bram raised a brow, "Excuse me?"

"You're about to pass out on the floor."

He turned away, "It's...complicated."

Skye was about to press him for more information, but a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled, glancing over her shoulder, "Can I help you?"

"Perhaps," Galen sighed in her ear, pressing something hard against her ass. "If you want."

She grinned, heat pooling in her low core. "I think I do."

"Get a room, you two." Bram rolled his eyes.

Galen straightened. "Gladly."

Suddenly, Skye was lying over his shoulder as he carried her like a sack of potatoes. "What are you doing?"

"Claiming what is mine now." He gave her ass a good smack. "Have a problem with that?"



Skye bit her lower lip, her whole body heated as he walked to their unit. She liked it when Galen took charge in this context, which still surprised her.

She usually preferred being in control, possibly too much. Maybe that was one of the reasons why she'd been single most of her adult life.

However, it was freeing and hot when her Wanderer took control. And she knew he would not do anything she wasn't okay with.

Reaching their unit, the door was barely closed before Galen pushed her against the wall, kissing her madly like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

Skye moaned, between her legs soaked. She wrapped her legs around him, fisting his hair in her hands as his tongue danced with hers.

Suddenly, Galen's hand was around her throat, lightly squeezing as he continued kissing her.

Skye paused for a moment. Was he choking her? Was that a Wanderer kink too? And why did she enjoy it so much?

But the tighter he squeezed, the wetter she became until she couldn't kiss him and was trying to breathe.

Galen eased his grip, "So, you do like that."

Skye nodded, coughing a little.

He let go, grinning madly. "Interesting."

Of course, he'd say that. "Not the word I would use."

"Oh?" Galen lowered his head, kissing her neck. "What word would you use then, my sweet?"

"I...umm." Skye was quickly losing her train of thought.

He chuckled, moving her from the wall to the floor, undoing her armor with amazing speed and ease until she wore nothing.

She could only watch as her Wanderer quickly undressed, still amazed by every muscle he possessed. Skye wanted to run her hands all over his hard...well, everything.

But before she could sit up, Galen was already on top of her and plunged deep inside her.

Skye let out a short gasp, more surprised than anything. There usually was more foreplay, but she didn't mind getting right to it. She was slicker than a waterslide.

He started moving, not being as gentle as usual. In fact, it borderlined on being painful. But all that did was make her want it harder, madly rocking with him.

Galen pinned her arms on the floor, those purple eyes of his wild as he moved faster. She closed her eyes, moaning, and sighing as the pleasure quickly built up.

Then her orgasm hit so fast and intense that she could only open her mouth and arch her back; no sound came out of her.

Galen, however, groaned loudly as he came, gripping her hips tightly as his spasmed from pleasure. Heat spread throughout her low core and didn't stop for a couple of moments.

When he finished, he rolled onto his back, panting. "That was...intense."

Skye giggled, rolling onto her side, "I'll say."

"Was I too rough?"

"Nope. I enjoyed it very much." She began tracing the planes of his torso with her index finger, "You should do it more often."

Grinning, Galen pulled her right against him and his still-hard dick. "Good."

Skye moved her hand and grabbed it. "May I?"

"Don't let me stop you."

Skye moved her hand up and down it, earning a quiet moan. This would be a fun day.


Now lying in bed, Galen held Skye close, lightly trailing his lips over her skin. She seemed to like it, rubbing against him every so often.

He really had no clue what came over him. But when they had returned from the mission earlier, the need to claim her had been so strong he barely made it back to their unit.

And he still needed to claim her, his dick hard against her ass.

Squirming in his arms, Skye rolled over to face him. "How are you still aroused?"

Galen shrugged, "I'm not human, remember."

"Still, we've been banging pretty much all day long." She glanced down.

"I don't know what to tell you."

"Well," she grinned wickedly, "there is one more thing I'd like to do?"

Galen lifted a brow, "Oh? What is it?"

"Be on top, obviously."

He froze, a heavy weight dropping in his stomach as his heart raced. No, no, no. Not that. Not now. Why did she have to say it?

He hadn't planned on her wanting that. Although, in hindsight, he should've. It fit with everything he knew about her.

Skye stared at him, "What's wrong? I can hear your body panicking."

Galen blinked, his vision narrowing as he turned away, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He needed air, now, his chest feeling like it was being squeezed on the inside.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Skye crawled out of bed as he dressed into his casual clothes.

He didn't answer her. What could he say anyway? That being on the bottom scared the shit out of him?

She kept asking what was wrong, but Galen couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. So he left without saying anything, holding himself against the wall as everything swam around him.

Skye didn't follow as Galen finally made it outside. Good. He didn't want her to see him this way. But he continued moving. He had to.

Sci Fi

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