Interlewd One

Interlewd One

I trailed kisses up Lucy’s leg while my hands fumbled with the zipper of my autoloader jacket. By the time I’d reached her thigh and her hands fell onto my head and started scratching into my scalp in a most delicious way, I was tearing the coat off.

“Cat,” Lucy said.

Her voice was breathy and husky and sending shivers down my spine. “Yeah?” I asked.

“When’s the last time you took a shower?”

“Uh.”

“You smell like… rubber and smoke,” she added.

“Yeah, I was a bit busy yesterday, with that kind of thing,” I admitted. I leaned down and gave myself a sniff and… yeah, I needed a shower. That splashed some cold water onto my libido.

“You know, the showers here are really big,” Lucy said. “And I’m already dressed for a shower.”

I looked up to see her casually slip out of her top.

“Oh,” I said. I got up a little awkwardly, then extended my hands to Lucy to help her onto her feet. She was so light that I barely felt the strain of lifting her, and the little two-step she did to slip her panties off her feet made the blood rushing to my ears sound like a pulsing waterfall.

“Let’s go?” she asked.

I nodded, bent down, then scooped her up into a bridal carry while she squeaked. “Always wanted to do that,” I said.

“Give a girl two arms and all of a sudden she’s all gallant,” she said before bending forwards to press her lips against mine.

For a moment I forgot that we were supposed to be going anywhere.

But Lucy reminded me by trailing a hand behind me and pinching my rear. “Get moving,” she said. “Your new arm is cold.” She wiggled her legs, both currently draped over my new forearm, for emphasis.

The en-suite bathroom was huge, with two sinks (why?) and a shower that was bigger than the entire bathroom back at the orphanage, with glass walls and a tiled backdrop covered in little carved flowers.

I set Lucy down only for her to push against me and seal her lips against mine. Her hands fumbled at my belt while mine slid down her back and pulled her closer.

She pulled back for a moment, then gestured at my shoulders. “You’re wearing that into the shower?” she asked.

I swallowed. “Oh, right. Uh.” I couldn’t recall how to remove the back-mounted guns, not through the haze in my mind. “Myalis, how do I get this off?”

You only had to ask.

The mounting running along my spine undid itself with faint little pops and it fell to the ground, tail and all.

Lucy looked up to me. “Is, um, Myalis… watching?”

If it reassures her, I have performed full-body scans of her already. There’s very little to hide.

“That really doesn’t help, Myalis,” I muttered.

“It’s okay,” Lucy said. “It’ll be my first threesome.”

“I really don’t think it counts,” I said.