Chapter 29: Please don't slow me down if I'm going too fast
*knock* *knock* *knock*
The muffled sound of hurried knocking at the door made Moxxi stir, her half-open eyes searching for any hint of light in the dark room. She reached out for the empty glass by her bedside, lamenting that the whiskey bottle was just out of reach.
"If it's not important, you'd better be ready to face my wrath before breakfast!" Her husky voice echoed as she slipped a hand under the pillow, feeling the cold metal beneath her fingers.
The door creaked open slowly, revealing a young assistant, visibly nervous, sweat dripping from her forehead. "Ms. Moxxi, sorry to interrupt, but... th-there's something you need to see immediately."
Moxxi sighed, sitting up and grabbing the red silk robe lying nearby. "Can it wait until I'm dressed, or is it some sore loser mad about the end of the Underdome?"
The girl swallowed hard, fumbling with her hands nervously. "It's not that. No one would dare… it's just that there's… a warship. Hovering outside the bar."
The glass slipped from Moxxi's hand, landing on the carpet. She froze for a moment before slowly turning to face the assistant. "A warship? What do you mean, a warship?"
"Just… massive! The logo isn't from any known corporation."
Moxxi stood up straight, tying the robe tightly around her waist to cover her assets. Grabbing her Jakobs revolver from under the pillow, she opened her bedroom door and strode toward the bar entrance, the assistant scurrying behind her.
Opening the doors to the outside, Moxxi paused for a moment, raising a hand to shield her eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the natural light. When her vision cleared, she could see the blurry, nebulous outline of the ship in the distance.
"I really need to get glasses," she muttered in frustration. Unable to see far, she decided to move closer.
A crowd had gathered outside The Red Light, with civilians, mercenaries, and onlookers vying for a better view of the colossal object hovering in the sky.
"Is it an attack?!" someone shouted.
"Doesn't look like it! Must be Dahl or Hyperion!"
"Maybe it's aliens..."
Pushing her way through the crowd, Moxxi used her elbows, dodged flailing arms, and ignored the protests.
As she squeezed through, Moxxi frowned deeply when she felt a hand brush against her backside.
"Son of a…" A cruel smile curled on her lips. "You're gonna dance for me now."
With a quick motion, she drew her revolver, aiming at the ground between the man's feet and firing repeatedly, ending with a shot to his head.
The thud of the now-headless body and the gunfire silenced everyone nearby, forming a circle around her and the unfortunate man.
Blowing the smoke from the barrel, Moxxi spun the gun before holstering it on her hip.
Crossing her arms, she looked up, narrowing her eyes. "Well, well, well… who decided to park a floating fortress at my doorstep?"
Hovering majestically over the desert was the Odyssey. Its imposing silhouette blocked out most of the visible sky, its engines glowing with a pulsating blue light that slowly dimmed as the ship hovered just meters above the ground.
Now close enough, Moxxi could make out the warship's logo.
"Ouroboros," she murmured, tilting her head. "Now, that's new to me."
The assistant stepped forward, her voice still trembling. "What should we do, ma'am? Should we evacuate?"
Moxxi let out a low, humorless laugh. "Evacuate? Darling, this is my bar. You can run off with your tail between your legs if you're scared."
Though her exterior remained calm and frivolous, internally, Moxxi was nervous.
"Dammit, Max. What kind of mess have you gotten into now?" she cursed him silently for not taking his ECHO communicator, leaving her to deal with this alone.
A booming sound from amplified speakers echoed, forcing everyone to cover their ears.
"ATTENTION, CONSUMERS OF ILLICIT GOODS AT THE ESTABLISHMENT KNOWN AS THE RED LIGHT! THIS IS THE CAPTAIN OF THE ODYSSEY SPEAKING."
"WE ARE HERE FOR ONE PURPOSE ONLY. HAND OVER MOXXI IMMEDIATELY, OR PREPARE TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES. YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES."
A bead of sweat rolled down Moxxi's temple as she immediately recognized the voice. She understood Maxwell liked to be dramatic, but this was absurd, even for him. Her assistant, a short-haired young woman with frightened eyes, turned pale as a ghost beside her.
"W-what? They're demanding… y-you?" the assistant stammered, tears threatening to spill.
People backed away from Moxxi as if she were a ticking bomb, creating a wide circle around her, leaving only her and the assistant in the center.
Despite the rising tension, Moxxi fought back a laugh. Outwardly, however, she wore the opposite expression. She let her face adopt a look of helplessness, her lips trembling slightly, her eyes downcast as if she were completely defeated.
"Stay here," she told her assistant, who looked on the verge of collapsing. "Take care of my bar in my absence… Uh, what's your name again?"
"It's Jeanette, ma'am."
"Great, I'm counting on you, Jeannetty."
Without another word, Moxxi stepped forward.
"Is she really surrendering?"
"So that's how it ends for the queen of The Red Light! Tsk I didn't even get to sample her."
"Pathetic."
"Maybe she thinks she can seduce their commander."
Moxxi finally reached the base of the ship, and the Odyssey seemed to react to her presence. A metallic ladder descended slowly, touching the ground with a soft thud that kicked up a small cloud of dust.
At the top of the ladder stood a single figure. Maxwell, of course, arms crossed, wearing a smug smile. His helmet was off, his face visible to everyone.
She paused for a moment, looking at the ladder as if it led to her inevitable doom. Then, with an audible sigh, she began climbing the steps slowly. Her flowing robe made her look like a desolate rose, helpless as she walked into the predator's lair.
Reaching the top, near Maxwell, Moxxi raised her hands dramatically, crossing her wrists as if ready to be bound.
"Do it already," she said, her voice low and melancholic, looking at him with false sorrow in her eyes.
"Do it already? I give the orders here, ma'am," Maxwell said, tilting his head, his grin widening. "You're my prisoner now, you'll do everything I demand."
Maxwell's hands pulled her by the waist, the thin fabric of her robe letting him feel her body press against his.
"Kyaa!" Moxxi let out a playful squeal as Maxwell buried his face in her neck, planting a firm kiss on the spot.
"I was starting to miss you," Maxwell whispered into her ear, his breath warm before pulling away with a teasing bite on her earlobe.
"I missed you too," Moxxi replied, giving him a brief kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Max, you're so mean, scaring me like this first thing in the morning."
"I couldn't resist," Maxwell said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear gently. "Let me make it up to you with a tour of the Odyssey."
"Well, that sounds reasonable." Moxxi tapped a finger to her lips, pouting slightly. "But I look terrible, you scoundrel. My clothes are all back at the bar."
"I have some outfits that might fit you. Besides, we can shop later. I still need to make a few stops before heading to my island."
"Island?!" she exclaimed, grabbing Maxwell's hands excitedly and dragging him inside. The Odyssey's doors closed automatically behind them.
The crowd outside, now in complete silence, stood confused, unsure of what had just transpired.
"Did Moxxi have a lover with so much wealth?"
"Looks like the bitch finally found a fool to retire with."
"Damn, those Hodunks are screwed!"
With its goal achieved, the Odyssey began to rise slowly, moving at a steady pace.
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Maxwell had shown almost the entire ship to Moxxi, which had taken nearly an hour. They were currently in the high-ranking officers' quarters.
"How do I look?" Moxxi asked, spinning to show off the female pilot uniform, a Pulse Blade model, that she was now wearing.
"Beautiful and irresistible," Maxwell replied with a satisfied nod, looking around the quarters filled with closets housing various pilot suits, all standard IMC models, though the system had kept the classic colors intact.
Moxxi just laughed at the compliment, feeling like a teenager again. Taking off her helmet, she let her short hair fall freely and sat down on Maxwell's lap.
"So, what's the plan now? What stage of your scheme are we in?"
Sighing as he felt the light, soft weight of the succubus on his lap, Maxwell summoned every ounce of his fragile willpower not to tear off Moxxi's clothes and give in to temptation right then and there.
"Well, my current plans are pretty simple," he began. "Conquer Sanctuary and capture some prisoners. I want some MRVNs created to operate Sanctuary by the time we get there..." Maxwell paused for a moment, remembering something important. "Oh, and I need to find four Vault Hunters to open the Vault for me."
"If you need me to create more MRVNs, I'm always available," Moxxi replied, processing the information. "But why do you want Sanctuary? That place is crawling with psychos and bandits."
"Sanctuary is a giant mining machine. Dahl used it to extract golden crystals from underground creatures. I intend to use it to mine Eridium."
"Alright, but what about the Vault? Why can't we open it ourselves?" Moxxi asked, confused by Maxwell's decision to let others handle the treasure.
"Because there's nothing in there worth risking our lives for. The Vaults were built by the Eridians more as prisons for monsters than as treasure chests," Maxwell explained, attempting to get up as Moxxi's body heat became increasingly unbearable.
"That's valuable information," Moxxi responded, now understanding. "So you want to hire Vault Hunters to do the heavy lifting, while the real treasure is the mineral that appears after the Vault is opened." She shifted her weight further onto Maxwell, pinning him in place.
Moving even closer, Moxxi slid her fingers across Maxwell's chest, her lips dangerously close to his ear. Her voice became a sultry whisper, sending shivers down Maxwell's spine.
"At this speed, it'll take hours to reach Sanctuary, and we still have unfinished business. Or is the great Maxwell afraid of a small, fragile woman?"
Maxwell closed his eyes for a moment, trying to control his breathing, which was becoming increasingly short and heated. His hands fidgeted, wanting to touch her but hesitating.
"I... I just don't want to rush things with you," he murmured, his voice rough. "I don't want to hurt you."
A satisfied smile lit up Moxxi's lips, soft yet predatory. She had expected no less from Maxwell, but still, hearing those words made her heart race. Pressing her hand against his chest, Moxxi gave a firm push, making him fall back onto the bed.
Propped up on his elbows, Maxwell could only watch as Moxxi adjusted herself over him, her eyes burning with a mix of amusement, desire, and love.
She leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, fiery kiss. Between kisses, a low chuckle escaped her throat, a sound that made every fiber of Maxwell's being ignite.
Moxxi let out a soft moan, her voice controlled, which only served to excite Maxwell even more. She murmured again, their breaths mingling, warm and uneven:
"Be rough… gentle… harsh or tender. It doesn't matter. I've already decided..." She held his face in her hands, her thumbs softly caressing his cheeks as their eyes met, burning with mutual longing.
"... I'm yours."
"Take me."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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