Vassago Daemon sat behind her desk, scanning her computer screen at the numbers that clearly stated that she had lost her bet with Lois. Red eyes flashed fiercely at the numbers presented to her and she snapped out, “Rommie, get me Duo Maxwell!”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied the female computer.
“Yes, ma’am,” called a male voice, Duo’s.
“Get your lily-white ass into my office, now!” Her voice was a rough snarl and the low hum in the background stopped. With a smirk, she thought, so he was with friends. Good.
“Yes, ma’am,” said the boy and the com link closed. Vassago turned back to the screen and numbers in front of her and her eyes narrowed, the pupils flashing into slivers.
“Master General, Lieutenant Maxwell at the door,” called Rommie, her voice slightly shaky.
“Let him in,” replied Vassago, her voice dangerously calm as she crossed her legs and folded her hands on her knees. The door slid open and in walked a pale 15-year-old boy with long brown hair and wide, gorgeous brown eyes.
“You wanted to see me, ma’am,” asked the boy.
“Do you want to explain to me why a crippled ship managed destroy—“ She glanced at the screen though she already knew the numbers, “—37 Gliders and you, in a fully equipped GUNDAM in peak condition only destroyed 8!” She ended on an all out roar of rage.
The slender boy stood tall and replied with a smirk, “Maybe she’s just better then us.”
Ruby eyes flashed and Vassago snarled, “You’re playing with fire, boy. Don’t push your luck.”
“If fire scared me, I wouldn’t be here,” snapped the GUNDAM pilot. There was a loud slam as Vassago, faster then lightening, rammed the slender 15 year old into the wall. Choking slightly, the boy smirked, “Gonna take more then being slammed against the wall to scare me, ma’am.”
Vassagos eyes flashed dangerously as scales rippled across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. Fangs splitting her gums as they slid out faster then was meant; she opened her mouth wide and roared into her subordinates face, causing the entire ship to shake. Claws extended, pricking the pilots throat dangerously close to his jugular, and she snapped, “Do NOT push your luck!” Slender fingers plucked vainly at her hands, the boy’s breath cut off in his struggle. She threw him across the room and he hit the wall, hard.
Coughs raked the boys’ body as Rommie came in, “Ma’am, I thought you should know…” She was cut off as a furious roar erupted from Vassago. “…Um, I’ll tell you later.” The computer digitally fled the Dragonkind rage filled room to wait for her commander to calm down.
Stalking forward like a lion at the hunt, she snarled, “Boy, you just went from subordinate to fucking prey. Get your ass to the Holodeck, now! Preferably before I start to hunt you.” The pilot got to his feet, shot a smirk her way, and walked calmly to the door. A swipe of extended claws at his ass got him to a run. A menacing smirk crossed her face as she snarled, “Rommie, set the Holodeck to The Hunt simulation.”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied the fearful computer.
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Duo ran into a fern before darting past it in the prehistoric environment that Rommie had pulled up for the simulation. Muttering a curse as he tripped over a vine, the boy stumbled into a clearing and darted across the open ground, trying to reach the trees before his commander reached him. Just before he hit the trees, a large form shot past his back, claws ripping his leather jacket and red silk shirt. Tumbling into the undergrowth, he watched as a slender, silver haired form shot past him before running off to the left, away from the pissed off Dragonkind.
A furious roar split the air and a tree fell over as Vassago screamed out her fury at missed prey. She could hear his heartbeat in the air and sensed the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but she could not smell his fear. And it pissed her off even more. She ran down the forest game trail, ripping trees out of her way as she tracked the young man through the forest. Seeing his slender form just before her, she lunged, slamming into his back. That was when she smelled, at the last moment, his growing erection.
She froze, straddling his hips from behind. Leaning down to place her face in the area between his neck and shoulder, she inhaled deeply, her scales brushing his skin lightly. “Why the hell are you turned on, Maxwell?”
“Danger excites me, ma’am,” replied the lad, turning his face towards her.
Snarling, Vassago grabbed the boy by his braid and yanked his head back. Leaning in closer, she brushed her fangs over his neck, the points dangerously close to his jugular vein. The scent of powerful pheromones poured off the boy, sending the Dragonkind into a kind of high as the smell assaulted her sensitive nose. “Lucky for you it’s not as dangerous to piss of a Dragonkind as it is to assault one with the scent of…sex, no?” She swiped her tongue across his neck, tasting the salty sweat glistening on his throat.
“Why is it – ngh – more dangerous, ma’am?” asked Duo, his question interrupted by a groan.
“Because Dragonkinds make dangerous lovers for humans…human,” replied the girl. Grasping Duo tightly by the shoulder, she flipped him over and pressed him down into the ground. “I could kill you simply by making love to you.” Dropping down, she kissed him roughly, painfully. “I could kill you if you don’t give me what I want.” She ripped his pants open and grasped his erection painfully tight. “Or I could just plain kill you.” The boy was gasping, now. The slender girls pheromones, perfect for every creature, but especially arousing to humans, had just reached his nose. “But the most dangerous part…is that I could kill you afterwards for something as simple as looking at another man or woman the wrong way. Because when a Dragonkind takes someone, that person is theirs until death; got it?” The boy nodded quickly, conscious of the danger he was in…and aroused by it.
Slender hands buried themselves in the soft cotton of Vassagos black T-shirt, pulling the girl closer as she was assaulted by his scent. Scales softened and melted away as she pressed her face against his neck and growled lowly. She could feel a hard shaft pressing against her inner thigh and knew that she could affect Duo Maxwell far better then any woman could ever dream to hope.
Rising to her feet, she yanked the young man to his and, holding him by the front of his silky red shirt, ripped off his already tattered leather jacket. Kissing him roughly, Vassago slammed the boy against a tree and growled harshly. Reaching around, she grabbed his skin tight leather clad ass and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises. Claws ripping into his shirt, she quickly made the cloth into confetti and was running a hand over his smooth skin, feeling the beginnings of some amazing abs. She could feel his entire body shiver against hers in anticipation. Reaching down, she shoved his pants down, leaving off his now bruised ass for just long enough to remove the leather from his body. As the pants dropped around his ankles, Vassago tightly gripped Duo’s erection and stroked.
A broken moan escaped the boy as he buried his face into her neck. Gently, she kissed the boys neck, biting and sucking softly. This gentleness, coupled with her viciousness, succeeded in confusing the 15 yr old to no end. Lifting his head from her throat, he froze when she bit him harder then before. Even more confused, he simply dropped his head back down and she resumed her gentleness. The boy simply went limp in her arms and she stopped squeezing him so tightly, her strokes made gentle and feather light at his submission. Quivering in her arms, he allowed himself to be pulled down to the ground and straddled. The leather of her pants was rough against his hips as she sat up and flicked aside her silver-white hair. Slender fingers brushed along Duo’s chest as she traced his well-defined muscles
Placing hands on either side of the young man’s head, the Dragonkind leaned in to inhale his natural smell and remarked, “Such an odd combination.”
“What is?” asked Duo, his hands now resting on Vassagos leather clad hips.
“Your smell,” she replied. Sensing his further confusion, the Dragonkind chuckled. “All over you smell like…sex. But if I get real close-“ Pausing to press herself against the pilot closely, she finished, “I can smell the kind of soap you use and the scent of oil from working on your GUNDAM. You smell clean and dirty at the same time, love.”
“Really?” replied the lad. Abruptly, Vassago found herself on her back, the pilot on top. The slender lass promptly growled aloud while the pilot merely grinned. “You let your guard down so I jumped on the chance.”
A sly grin crept across the Dragonkinds beautiful features, crinkling up the marking at the corner of her right eye. “So daring,” she crooned. “I wonder how far you’re willing to go.” Vassago pushed up to her feet but, met with resistance, almost fell back down till Duo caught her. “In the hell?”
“Not used to having someone fight back?” asked the pilot, smirking. Still between her legs, Duo had propped the Dragonkind up on his hips. With an arm looped around her slender waist, the pilot gently brushed aside a silvery-white strand from her face. The surprised look on the normally vicious girls face caused the pilot to chuckle lightly.
A low growl burst from the girls chest as she said, “I don’t like surprises, Maxwell.” The 15 yr old chuckled before surprising her with a kiss. Stunned but enthralled, the slender 17 yr old began kissing back. As Vassago wrapped her legs around the pilots’ waist, Duo let them fall to the ground.
Hot, passionate kisses occupied the teenager’s minds as Duo pawed at the slender young woman’s T-shirt. At that improbable moment, a chime rang out to announce a com linkup.
Growling frustratedly, Vassago called, “What is it, Rommie, and it had better be worth my time.” The Dragonkind grunted when her pilot gently settled a kiss on her collarbone just over her T-shirt.
“Actually, I tried to tell you this earlier but you roared at me so I decided to wait until you calmed down and now you’re calm…ish so I decided that now was a good time to tell you…”
“Rommie, spit it out!” snarled the Dragonkind.
“Seifer snuck over to the Enterprise, but he’s back!”
“…What?” The ships AI remained silent as Vassago sat up. When Duo growled out his frustration, she had to smile. Gently cupping his face, she pressed a soft kiss on the young mans mouth. Reaching down, she lightly stroked his engorged shaft and crooned huskily, “Do not come to my quarters tonight. Do not go to anyone else’s quarters. You are to suffer in solitude for you insubordination.” The pilot groaned heavily and stared up at her with pained brown eyes. “Don’t give me that wounded puppy look,” Vassago remarked. “You brought it on yourself. Put on you pants and return to your quarters. Rommie, tell Seifer to get his ass into my office immediately.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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Switching from her computer to her digital notepad, Vassago crossed her legs and rested her ruby red eyes on the green looking man standing in front of her. “She fed you…what?”
“Oh, Hyne, General Daemon, please don’t make me say again,” whimpered the tall, solid looking man. When she answered him with a raised eyebrow, Seifer grumbled something unintelligible.
“Say again?”
“A dick, all right!” cried the blonde. Vassago fought so hard to keep her face expressionless since she knew exactly what Lois had fed her Lieutenant General.
“Well, if that is indeed what she fed you, then you deserved it,” the Dragonkind said. “What in all 9 Unholy Circles of Hell possessed you to jump ships? What if Rommie had needed you?”
“Hey!” protested the AI.
“Shut up, Rommie,” snarled Vassago.
“You can’t believe I deserved what the bitch did to me?!” cried Seifer, looking appalled.
“Yes, actually, I can,” snapped Vassago. “You don’t ever jump to the Enterprise without my permission, ever!!! I don’t give a damn if the Andromeda is death spiraling towards a sun or getting sucked into a fucking black hole, you get my permission first!!!” Fixing the tall blonde with a piercing stare, she added, “Get the hell out of my sight. You are confined to quarters and workspace with only Rommie for company. Dismissed.”
“General, you can’t do this!”
“DISMISSED!!!” The technician fell silent and left.
Collapsing back onto her chair tiredly, Vassago rubbed her tired eyes and growled to herself. “It is gonna be a long life up here in space.”