<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian sometimes wondered where she had learned half the skill she had, but he generally preferred to just see her as a natural in certain fields. One of those was undoubtedly piloting a 'Mech, the other seemed to be finding exactly which buttons to press to make a man go mad. That was the case, but he was never easy to control. As she took him beyond her soft, cherry tiers, the now thick apex of his shaft collided with the back of her throat. He did not have an affinity for taking things too far, so he immediately reduced the thrusting to the minimum. Gagging sounds were not something he enjoyed. He greatly preferred a delicate, feminine purr, as that said far more. His fingers laced her long strands, his grip like iron now as she had brought him back to peak solidity. It brought a deep groan forth from the man and he felt his legs growing a little weaker.<br/><br/>Damian was not one for the dynamics of dominance and submission in bed, usually, he simply did what felt good for both parties involved and expected the other to do the same. But, with Allia, it was always a little... different. He knew her limits just as she did his, and by then she more than knew how to get him to do exactly what she wanted. And he gladly did so. More so than most of the ever-changing company, he trusted her. Along with Kari, he would entrust his life to her expertise and that was something a proud clanner never did easily, even among their own. Giving up all resistance and barriers set him free, if only for a moment, and the primary reason he found such relief and satisfaction with the eager lieutenant was simply because he could let go. He kept the pace steady until he knew she was ready. She was reveling in the control, he could see it in her eyes whenever she opened them. He enjoyed watching the gears in her mind turn until an idea built that was bound to bring him to yet another exhausting peak.<br/><br/>As usual, he was completely correct.<br/><br/><strong>"You are lucky we are in your 'Mech, lieutenant, or I would remind you I pay the bills and I give the orders,"</strong> he responded, despite doing as he was told and taking a seat in her pivoted pilot seat. His shaft was rock-solid, perhaps more so than during their first bout of the day, and the prospect of having her dripping lips wrap around its full girth caused it to throb. But, she had an even greater treat in mind. The mushroom head of his length was quickly covered in the necessary lubrication; there was no point for pain to have anything to do with their moment, after all. It caused his eyes to narrow to slits and the back of his head to rest against the comfortable fabrics of the seat. He could definitely get used to being spoiled so, but it did distract him from her raising herself and sheathing him inside of her deliciously tight rear with a ferocity he admired in her.<br/><br/>It brought a groan from his throat that took on something raw and powerful. His hands gripped her hips to feel the shifting of her feminine silhouette with every motion of her body. His eyes had shot open at the sensation, the lubrication fortunately making sure the damage from the initial friction was going to be negligible.<br/><strong>"Hhgr-... Fuck,"</strong> he cursed, something highly irregular for the clanner and something only Allia had heard in recent memory.<br/>He took in the sight of the stunning MechWarrior, sliding herself up and down along his erect pole, her innards massaging it with a vice unlike any other. Fortunately, Damian had plenty of mental tricks to keep him lasting through an onslaught like that, and he was not about to be outdone.<br/><br/>He decided to leave the rhythmic motions to the young beauty, instead using the opportunity to explore features he felt he had been neglecting. Rough fingers trailed up along her body, paying close attention to every sumptuous curve until they reached her chest. He leaned forward at the same time, his lips grasping the bottom of her chin and leaving a slither of kisses and licks along her neck and throat. His hands firmly molded her chest, one of the limbs reluctantly departing when her stability, perched over him like she was, became compromised. That strong limb wrapped itself around her waist, giving her a safety belt that would let her go as crazy as she wanted to, without fear of falling.<br/><strong>"Harder... Much harder,"</strong> he urged - ordered even.</div>