Chapter 30: *Making love, not war...*
Warning: An +18 chapter lacking in plot progression, can be skipped.
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Pulling away after a sloppy kiss, a shy line of saliva connected their mouths. The pair gasped as he pulled away, Maxwell's hand gripping and squeezing Moxxi's bubbly ass tightly. Meanwhile, Moxxi had begun to undress him, her hands roaming over his bare chest, feeling his firm abdomen, glistening with sweat.
Licking his lower lip, Moxxi's slender fingers moved to the zipper of her pilot's uniform, opening it slowly, and revealing her creamy skin.
The poor uniform can't stand it any longer and her breasts spill out to the delight of Maxwell, who feels his mouth go dry, his pupils swallow visibly when a primitive instinct makes him roll the woman over on the bed, inverting their position.
Maxwell calms down when he sees Moxxi's frightened eyes, caressing his cheek with one hand, he slowly lowers his head, sucking tenderly on the pink nipples, which begin to harden with the stimulation of his tongue.
"Hmm~" Moxxi let out a sweet moan as she felt Maxwell nibble, tease, and play all sorts of tricks with her breasts, even Maxwell's large hands couldn't cover her enormous breasts, making her bite his index finger in excitement.
Feeling that he couldn't stand his painful erection any longer, Maxwell unbuckled his belt, slid off his pants, and took off his boots. Moxxi's naughty hands grip the erection and give it gentle strokes, feeling the heat and the occasional pulse, getting wet as she imagines being impaled by his cock.
"My, my. I thought we were going to have sex, what are you going to do with a dick like that? Try to find oil inside me?" Moxxi holds his cock with both hands, but there's still a large part of it uncovered. She couldn't tell if it was her hands that were too small, or him that was too big.
"Damn!" A sharp sigh comes out of Maxwell at the feel of Moxxi's cold little hands, he stops for a moment in a trance, only to return more anxiously.
Maxwell's hands try unsuccessfully to pull down Moxxi's tight pants, but she helps him by lifting her hips up, allowing him to remove her pants and blue panties without difficulty.
Finally, when they were both naked, Maxwell took his time to contemplate the body of the succubus beneath him. Moxxi's whole being screamed out a high sexual call.
Even though she was a middle-aged mother of two, Moxxi maintained a youthful, slim figure. Her breasts are full, her ass is thick, and her thighs are meat. A body like that couldn't be maintained by genetics alone, but by physical exercise and a good diet, the latter being very difficult to achieve on a planet like Pandora.
Focusing on her plump pussy, Maxwell realized that it looked freshly trimmed, the lips glistening with the luscious liquid that was so inviting to taste.
Moxxi closes her eyes, preparing for penetration, but when she feels a warm breath near her womanhood, her eyes open wide.
"No! W-wait, I—" Moxxi's head drops, her eyes rolling deep into her skull as she feels Maxwell's tongue lick her vaginal walls, sending an electric current through her body.
"Aaaagh~!" A loud moan echoed from Moxxi's throat, her hands unconsciously grabbing handfuls of Maxwell's hair, her hips thrusting further into his face. Maxwell smiles and grabs Moxxi's ass.
Moxxi bit her lips as she felt his tongue explore her insides, caught off guard, she felt like she was going to come at any moment with the stimulation. Her hips began to rock frantically, shuddering every time her clitoris was touched.
"Cumming!" Unable to stand it any longer, her abdomen relaxed, bringing on the sweet release.
"*Huuff* *huff*" Moxxi's chest heaved, up and down, trying to catch his breath. She seemed dazed, staring at the ceiling of the room.
"Can you let my hair down? You know, it's starting to hurt." Maxwell licked his lips, feeling the wetness of his hair clinging to his face.
Moxxi snaps out of her reverie and turns her focus to Maxwell, the latter freezing at her crying face, wondering internally if he had done something wrong.
"Are you okay?"
Moxxi shook her head slightly, letting go of his hair and wiping away the tears. She was happy just to have a partner for the emotional value, but she saw no trace of disgust on Maxwell's face as he tasted every corner of her body.
With her troubled youth, being abused by everyone, seen as a mere shrew, an inferiority complex had grown inside her. Moxxi never really knew what it was like to be loved, and always thought the concept was a bit silly, coming from fairy tales; in real life, only men's desires and women's needs existed, coexisting for mutual gain.
Shaking her head, Moxxi snapped out of her thoughts, feeling that she would break the mood if she continued to be too emotional. Holding Maxwell's face, she brought him in for a kiss, which seemed to want to convey more emotion than just saliva.
One of Moxxi's hands grabs Maxwell's cock, lining it up in the pink slit. Maxwell closes his eyes, concentrating totally on the sensation of his cock being slowly swallowed up in Moxxi's depths.
"Yeees~" Moxxi moans in pain and pleasure, it's been years since she's had sex with anyone, her pussy being stretched again, accommodating Maxwell. Her legs wrapped around Maxwell's waist, the angle allowing him to go even deeper, stopping only when he finally reached the base.
Maxwell slowly pulled his waist back, he grunted as he felt Moxxi's pussy tighten in a vise, creating a suction that made it difficult to get out of her. Forced his way through, leaving only the glans inside her, and slid all the way back with a strong thrust, producing a clapping sound.
*Pah*
Maxwell kept up the pace, kissing the tears from Moxxi, who moaned with every thrust. At one point she joined in the rhythm, pushing her crotch hard against Maxwell's cock.
*Pah* *pah* *pah* *pah*
"I won't last much longer!" Maxwell confessed.
"All right, baby. Finish inside me, fill my naughty pussy. I need your sweet cum inside me." Moxxi whispered in Maxwell's ear, blowing his hot breath.
'What a tease! Now you're playing a dangerous game, young lady!' Maxwell screamed internally, he almost exploded right there. He felt torn, wanting to cum, but he never wanted to stop fucking Moxxi's incredible pussy. In and out, savoring every moment.
He starts to speed up as he feels pressure slowly build up inside him. He clenches his abdomen to delay his ejaculation, wanting to pleasure himself even more in Moxxi's hot, wet slit. However, he couldn't hold on forever, feeling the breaking point was too unbearable.
*PAH*
With one final thrust, Maxwell drove his cock deep inside Moxxi, his body shuddering with each load of thick cum.
Moxxi's body stiffened, biting Maxwell's neck to smother a cry, her red nails scratching Maxwell's back with the intense climax.
The sound of clapping ceases, leaving only the sound of both of them panting.
Moxxi covered her face with one arm, leaving only a satisfied smile on display as she felt the cum slowly ooze out of her slit, and could only imagine the mess Maxwell had made.
"It was incredible, darling." Moxxi kissed Maxwell on the cheek several times, she wanted to give the man some time to recover, knowing that men couldn't come so many times in such a short space of time.
Maxwell, however, shattered Moxxi's beliefs. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What are you talking about, darling? We're just getting started!" Maxwell turns Moxxi's limp body, slapping her ass, making small waves with the impact, and leaving a palm print on her cake.
Piercing her from behind, Moxxi could only moan in confusion as she felt herself being pierced by the still-hard and hot rod.
*Pah* *pah* *pah*
Better positioning, the extra inches working a miracle. The pleasure was intense, but it was the visual effect of being able to see his cock being swallowed by her pussy. Each time he reached the base, her ass collided with his thighs. When they did, it rippled like ocean waves, making Maxwell gasp.
"Oh fuck, Mox! I could fuck you forever!" She seemed so small, so slender, that she was like a toy in his hands. a sexy doll that he could play with as much as he wanted.
Moxxi bit into the bed sheets, the sounds of beating flesh like music to her ears, making her incredibly tight.
She starts to wiggle her ass in counterpoint, but Maxwell pushes her head down onto the bed, leaving her totally submissive. She can only moan as Maxwell drives her crazy for several minutes.
Grunting through clenched teeth, Maxwell unloaded inside her again, pumping until he was dry. He looked down, noticing Moxxi's whole body shaking, it felt like she had come with him.
Moxxi falls flaccid on the bed as the tremors cease, panting and sweating, feeling Maxwell slowly come out of her.
Maxwell grabs Moxxi's ass, causing her pussy to stretch to the side, allowing him to see the cum leaking out.
He wanted more, but seeing Moxxi's tired state, he decided to go and join Moxxi in dreamland. Falling on Moxxi's side, he grabs the woman and hugs her tightly, feeling the softness and warmth of her small body, close his eyes at peace as he listened to her breathing slowly calm down.
...
The next morning, Maxwell moans as he feels the sun hit his face through the reinforced glass window of his bedroom. But there was something else, a warm, wet sensation around his cock.
Looking at the cause of such pleasure, he finds Moxxi lying down, her breasts around the base of his cock and her mouth sliding up and down it, her tongue running over the protruding vein.
"Good morning." Her voice comes out muffled
"Morning." Maxwell reaches out, combing her short black hair.
Moxxi smiles, then lowers her head completely, making Maxwell's eyes widen.
Disappeared, she had simply swallowed his entire cock, right down to the base. Maxwell let out a sharp sigh as he felt his glans being enveloped in her throat.
Maxwell lets his head fall back on the pillow, feeling that the morning couldn't get any better.
Moxxi smiled, happy to know that Maxwell was drowning in pleasure. She sticks out her tongue, reaching for his balls. Unable to stand it for long, he explodes in her throat, sending a heavy load of cum down her throat. Moxxi swallows it all down, tears collecting in the corner of her eyes.
Making his way out, Moxxi sucks on the glans, before pulling out with a loud...
*POP*
"Nice" Maxwell murmured, such an erotic scene almost launching him into another fuck session. Unfortunately, when he looks at ECHO, he sees the time and realizes that they were almost at their destination.
"Would you like to shower with me?" Maxwell turned to Moxxi, a quickie wouldn't disrupt their schedule.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
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Querubim_ Two chapters because I know some people don't like R18, so I feel obliged to post two at the same time.
Some of you will be begging for more R18 just for the double update.
Chapter 31: The joy of the wicked is short-lived
Maxwell was fully dressed in his pilot suit, lying on the bed in a relaxed posture, feeling rejuvenated after fooling around with Moxxi in the shower. Taking advantage of the time until Moxxi finished dressing and left the bathroom, Maxwell opened the system panel, finally noticing the notification he had forgotten for a long time.
Quest: Prove yourself. (Complete 100%)
(X) Beat Hell-Burbia
(X) Be the first in kill counts
(X) Don't get hurt
[Depositing rewards...]
50[C] x 1.5 = 75[C]
+75[C]
Credits: 138
"Wait a minute, can you put my rewards in my ECHO?" Maxwell asked the system. It would be more convenient to take his things out of the ECHO, avoiding any suspicions about objects materializing out of thin air without Digistruck.
[Analyzing free space on the SD...]
[Calculating the space occupied by rewards]
[Enough space! Depositing rewards in the ECHO storage unit.]
x1 Smart Pistol MK6 (Blueprint)
x10 Battery
x1 Wattson clothes
"Okay, I got some good stuff." Maxwell took the blueprint out of the ECHO, flipping through the blue pages, each page detailing every part of the gun. "I just hope the ammunition isn't too hard to manufacture."
"It would be a good idea to start accumulating batteries before making Titans. I'll need to give some to Tannis for reverse engineering, or I'll end up buying a blueprint."
"Hmm… I think Angel would look good in Wattson's clothes," muttered Maxwell.
"Were you saying something, dear?" Moxxi stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still damp as she casually dried it with a towel.
"Just thinking out loud." Maxwell replied with a short smile as he got up from the bed. He adjusted his pilot suit and walked out of the room, feeling he'd left Angel alone for too long.
"Don't you want to share?" Moxxi asked, tossing the towel onto the bed and hurrying to catch up with him. Naturally, she grabbed one of Maxwell's arms, nestling it against her body. The intentional contact caused her chest to press lightly against him, a provocation she knew was impossible to ignore.
"Just some projects." Maxwell let out a low sigh, the corner of his mouth curving into a resigned smile. No woman would like to know that her man was thinking about another girl right after they had sex.
He paused for a moment and, without saying anything else, handed his ECHO to her. It was easier to let Moxxi see for herself than to waste time explaining.
As Moxxi examined the Storage Deck, her expression shifted from curiosity to visible astonishment when she found something specific. "Well, well… what do we have here?" she murmured, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she pulled out the Smart Pistol blueprint.
Maxwell, noticing the change on her face, stopped and turned to face her. "Did you find something useful?"
"Useful? Darling, this is more than useful. It's a goldmine!" she said, tilting her head at him with a mischievous smile. "Imagine civilians buying into the promise of aiming like a seasoned soldier. How much do you think they'd pay for such a product?"
Maxwell shrugged. "It's not a weapon for civilian use. Even though it requires a pilot's helmet to operate, it could still fall into the hands of other corporations if sold to civilians. They could easily reverse-engineer it. It'll only be given to my trained pilots."
Maxwell already knew that the technology wouldn't be groundbreaking in a decade's time, but that was in a timeline where he didn't exist. With his plans to buy Atlas, Rhys wouldn't be acquiring the company and introducing lock-on technology.
Ouroboros would be the only corporation with such technology unless other corporations found a Vault with something similar. But he had many cards up his sleeve, so Smart Aim would only be a minimal loss.
He stepped forward, extending his hand to retrieve the ECHO.
But Moxxi quickly hid the device behind her, sticking out her tongue. "You and your pilots. You still haven't told me what makes someone a true pilot. Why all the mystery?"
"It's a surprise. You'll love it." Maxwell approached and hugged Moxxi, but his hands moved downward.
Moxxi smiled, moving the ECHO further away, but gasped in surprise when Maxwell grabbed her backside firmly, making her rise onto her toes. She noticed his obsession with her ass and realized she might need to plan on buying lubricants.
She sighed but couldn't hide a small smile. "Come on, just give me a hint."
"No."
Moxxi groaned in frustration while Maxwell seized the moment to take the ECHO back.
"Just one unit wouldn't be so bad. I'll even put a tracker on the weapon." Moxxi refused to admit defeat, pouting and crossing her arms.
Maxwell raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "Do you know how to handle weapons, or is this just curiosity?"
"I've always loved disassembling and reassembling weapons in my teenage years, even if it annoyed the clan members," she huffed, recalling the Hodunks. "I guess they never liked me anyway. Who names their daughter with a name often used for cows… and what the hell is a cow?"
"*Puff*" Maxwell tried to suppress a laugh, nearly choking in the process.
Moxxi stared at him, narrowing her eyes.
"What's so funny, dear? You seem to know what a cow is!"
"No, I don't know anything, honey. I just remembered a joke."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're terrible at lying?"
"..."
"You won't hit me if I say?"
"Maybe not." Moxxi responded with a smile that was anything but reassuring.
Maxwell closed his eyes, entering deep thought.
"Well, cows are large animals, they eat grass, produce lots of milk, go *muuuu*, and—"
Moxxi interrupted. "Wait! So my name is literally something that goes *muuu*? Fantastic… now I have a valid reason to destroy the Hodunks."
"Is that what stopped you from destroying them before?"
Moxxi paused, caught off guard by the question. The Hodunks had done so many terrible things to her, so much deprivation she endured, so many sleepless nights. Why had she never sought revenge?
"It's complicated." Moxxi lowered her head, recalling her children running and playing carefree, oblivious to the sinister customs and traditions of the Hodunks.
Two large arms wrapped around her, and feeling comforted, she rested her forehead against Maxwell's chest.
"Have you ever created a weapon?" Maxwell changed the subject, sensing that everything related to the clan and her children left her in a spiral of thoughts.
"Almost," she replied, lifting her head with a confident air, though her slightly red eyes betrayed her inner state. "One of my masterpieces was a Maliwan revolver called Rubi. It was a common piece before I got my hands on it. I turned that weapon into something as lethal as it was beautiful."
"Can I see it?" Rubi had been one of his favorite weapons when he played Borderlands 2, though he didn't expect the weapon to have something like life steal.
Moxxi squirmed in Maxwell's arms.
"I lost it."
"Oh!" Maxwell wanted to slap his forehead. He had forgotten that Mordecai had found the weapon. He needed to have a conversation with the skinny sniper.
*Rumble*
Moxxi's face turned as red as a tomato, trying to escape Maxwell's embrace.
"I think you should eat something before making any big moves."
"Yes," she replied, trying to hide her embarrassment.
The next few hours passed at a relaxed pace as Moxxi took on the task of preparing something to eat. Luckily for them, some of the Odyssey's rooms had their own kitchens, even if they were barren.
"This place looks more deserted than a ghost town at high noon." Moxxi remarked, opening and closing cabinets to find nothing but kitchen utensils.
"I have some supplies with me," Maxwell replied, pulling a large box from the ECHO. "Some fresh food, canned goods, and boxes of MREs."
Moxxi rolled her eyes at the last part. "Military rations? Darling, do you think I'm going to serve something that feels like rubber and tastes like cardboard?"
Maxwell shrugged, placing the box on the counter. "I'm not very picky. I ate a lot of those with a friend of mine, so I guess I got used to it."
"If you want a decent meal, stay out of the kitchen until I'm done." Moxxi rolled up her sleeves, washing her hands at the sink before unpacking everything from Maxwell's ECHO.
"Understood, chef," Maxwell replied, stepping back to let Moxxi work.
As she rummaged through the ingredients, Moxxi shrugged and started improvising. She decided to make soup, it was simple but nutritious. Using the meat from the MREs as a base, she chopped up some fresh vegetables Maxwell had brought, seasoning with basic spices she found. Grabbing a pot from the cabinets, she filled it with tap water, turned on the stove, and waited for the water to boil before tossing in the ingredients one by one.
Maxwell relaxed in a nearby chair, glancing at her between tabs on his system. The vegetables were from Outer Heaven, and Tannis had verified there were no traces of the zombie virus, making them safe to eat.
After some time, the aroma of something delicious began to fill the room.
Moxxi served two steaming bowls and sat at the table, watching Maxwell take the first spoonful after blowing on it. He paused, eyes widening for a moment, then nodded.
"You should open a restaurant," Maxwell joked, pointing at her with his spoon.
"You want me to hang up my heels and stay stuck in the kitchen?" Moxxi raised an eyebrow.
As Maxwell and Moxxi were finishing their meal, Angel's angelic voice echoed through the ship's speakers.
"We've arrived at the destination. Odyssey is hovering a few meters above Sanctuary. Some idiots are shooting at us; the shields are already up, and the artillery is ready as a countermeasure."
Moxxi looked up, curious, before turning to Maxwell. "Is that the AI of the Odyssey? It sounds almost human."
Maxwell shook his head, setting his spoon aside and tilting the bowl to drink the broth. "No, that's not the ship's AI. It's Angel. She's a Siren I met some time ago, and she's part of the crew now."
Moxxi blinked, surprised. "A Siren? And she works with you?"
"Not exactly works for me," Maxwell replied, his voice taking a more serious tone. "She's been through a lot. I intend to help her gain freedom and live a normal life."
"And kiss me when he finds me," Angel said, her voice soft and almost angelic.
"..."
Maxwell's face turned stiffly toward Moxxi, sweat forming on his forehead.
Moxxi propped her chin on her hand, a teasing smile on her face. "Ho-ho?"
"So, darling," she began, her voice sickly sweet and dangerous, "are you handing out kisses while saying you're helping Sirens gain freedom?"
Maxwell opened his mouth to respond, just to close it. He scratched the back of his neck, inwardly swearing to spank Angel's butt when he found her.
"It's not like that..."
"Not like that?" Moxxi repeated, raising an eyebrow and tapping her fingers lightly on the table.
Maxwell's shoulders slumped. This was the downside of having a harem. It was time to deploy some Talk-no-Jutsu, though he didn't have time to say a single word before feeling a familiar weight.
Sitting on Maxwell's lap and leaning close to his ear, Moxxi whispered in a low voice.
"What are your intentions with the two of us?" Moxxi purred, her nails lightly grazing the skin of his neck.
Maxwell looked deeply into Moxxi's eyes, speaking with conviction.
"Make you two the happiest women in six galaxies, have beautiful children, and a threesome every night."
"So you've chosen death!" Moxxi placed her hands on Maxwell's waist and...
started tickling him, catching the poor apex predator off guard.
"AHHAHAHA NO! MERCY! AHAHHAHA" Maxwell squirmed in the chair, trying to escape Moxxi's grasp.
"HAHA PLEASE STOP HAHAHA I GIVE UP!" Maxwell fell to the floor with Moxxi, even in such torture taking care not to hurt her.
Angel, utterly baffled while still monitoring the conversation, intervened before Maxwell could pass out.
"Maxwell is being sincere, Moxxi. I'm sure his intentions are true," Angel said urgently, seeing Maxwell losing his breath. "It's my fault for trying to mess up your relationship. Don't be mad at him!"
"Don't try to save this scoundrel, or you'll be next, sweetheart." Moxxi got up, allowing Maxwell to finally breathe. "I'm not mad. He's too honest and silly for me to stay mad."
"That's not what you said when I smash you from behind!" Maxwell would go down firing, he wouldn't be defeated so easily.
Moxxi's face turned toward Maxwell, lying on the floor. The man raised his hands in surrender.
"How old is she?" Moxxi sighed, extending a hand to help Maxwell up.
"I don't know, maybe under 20."
"I'll be 17 at the end of this year."
"..."
"You're going to jail."
"But I am the police!"
"Do you like roleplay and have handcuffs?"
"No, but I'm not against trying something new."
*Sexual noises*
Angel was horrified to see the couple whispering obscenities, in several places she was mentioned too. She was about to escape one layer of hell to enter another.
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An imposing ship landed smoothly on the orbital platform of Promethea, its metallic sheen reflecting the vibrant lights of the star-city below, revealing the ship's logo:
Atlas Corporation
The hum of the engines dissipated as a man descended the ramp, the firm sound of his boots echoing. He appeared to be in his fifties, with short graying hair and an eyepatch over his left eye, marked with the symbol of a red lance.
With a cigar between his teeth, he exhaled a dense cloud of smoke before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his boot.
"Commander Knoxx, it's good to see you in good health." A young Atlas officer, standing stiffly at attention, greeted him before turning to a soldier next to Knoxx.
"What's the status of the Hyperion station? Any suspicious activity in the last few days?"
The soldier saluted. "Nothing, sir. The Hyperion station continues to operate within normal parameters, with no signs of unusual activity. It seems to be entering its final stages."
The officer fell silent for a moment, analyzing the report while adjusting his reading glasses.
"And what about Elpis? How did the incursion go?"
"We found no excavation activity."
The officer scoffed, his expression hardening. "No excavation or resource extraction activity from Dahl? Did our patrols fail their assignments?"
"That seems to be the case, sir. We found no signs of clandestine operations or excavation. Just debris and parts of the destroyed fleet, nothing has changed since The Crackening event. No additional movement."
"What are the Lance Assassins doing here?" Knoxx interrupted, spotting a group of women in black-and-red uniforms, each with red blades strapped to their waists. He furrowed his brow, watching the Lance Assassins stand motionless in front of his ship.
Both men turned to Knoxx. No one dared to reprimand him for the interruption.
"Orders from the higher-ups, sir." The officer's back began to sweat, quietly cursing his misfortune at being the one to deliver the news.
"Orders from whom?"
"Admiral Mikey, sir."
"..."
"What are the orders?"
"You and your division are being sent to Pandora due to Steele's recent inaction."
"And they decided to send the Lance Assassins along?" Knoxx ran a hand over his face. He didn't care which planet he was deployed to, he'd been through worse. But sending specialized soldiers trained for capture, espionage, and assassination to an arid desert was peak idiocy.
"They concluded that anyone having dealt with Steele had to be treated with extreme caution, elite forces would be the best choice."
"Then send a SITREP to Pandora. Don't they see that Atlas has more urgent matters to handle than babysitting a Siren?" Knoxx began to feel irritated, pulling another cigar from his pocket and lighting it. "Weren't those old farts kissing Steele's ass about her Siren powers and how much potential she had?"
The officer swallowed hard but maintained his composure. "We already sent one after Steele stopped sending reports for forty-eight hours, but the squad we deployed also stopped responding. It's been almost a month since we've had any updates on Pandora."
Knoxx tried to take another drag, but realized that it had started to rain. Throwing his cigar aside, he began to walk away, looking for answers and leaving the agent to talk to himself.
"I hate nepotism."
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