Erotica Anthology #9

Galaxy

#48

Galaxy

Gamora and Ray are stranded in an uncharted planet, separated from others during a battle. Left to rely on each other, they work together to regroup with the others, only to discover a whole new potential from working together.

“Gamora, to the left!” Ray shouts alarmingly, warning the female assassin just in time to s***h her sword at the incoming enemy. They are surrounded at every corner, but who knows that they would work well together?

Two more enemy head toward her, and she uses her gun to take aim at them. The first one goes down, but the second one doesn’t. The gun lets out a sound that tells her it’s empty. So instead she uses the gun and throws it mercilessly at the enemy, knocking him down out cold upon impact.

“I need more ammo!” the redhead yells out without turning to his direction.

“Here, take mine. I got plenty left.” Ray throws her the gun he has at hand, only to pull out a new one from his bag. They keep on shooting at the enemy, but there’s a herd of them working together against two. If they don’t do something, pretty soon, they’ll lose.

“We need to regroup. Where are the others?” Gamora asks after a while, shooting one after the other at one hand, while at the same time slashing her sword at the enemies with the other hand. It was fun at first, especially since she knows that these underlings got nothing compared to her skill. But the enemy side has an advantage that the two of them don’t — their numbers. The two of them can’t just continue to ignore this fact and keep on fighting. If they keep this up, they’ll just end up straining themselves.

“We got separated a while back at the crib. My radio got knocked off. How about yours?” Ray asks, standing a couple of feet from her. It’s hard to locate him at times, until Gamora remembers to look down.

“Damaged. Can you repair it?” She throws the device toward his direction without even looking. Ray lets out a string of curses when he gets his hand on the object, which can mean only two things; either he failed to catch it, or her radio already broken beyond repair.

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while,” he says, confirming her concern.

They are standing in an off planet at the edge of the galaxy, one with civilization so primitive that Peter managed to cause yet another misunderstanding with the locals. He pissed off the wrong person, and long story short, that is how Gamora and Ray managed to get into this situation, finding for themselves after they were separated from the others.

The two of them have never really gotten the chance to work together much, having only been exchanging insults and fists. But the current situation right now presents a good opportunity to work together. They were not so sure about each other before, having gotten so used to working with their chosen partners from the team. Though so far, it seems like they have nothing to really be worried about, since they seem to be able to team up well without stabbing each other in the back.

What can they say. Guess danger really do bring people closer together.

“Got any plan?” she asks after taking down yet another enemy for a dozen of time.

“You bet!”

“Need a hand?”

“Just make sure to distract them long enough for me to activate this bomb,” he says, as if he is talking about the weather. Neither distracting the entire herd or blowing them up sounds too good, but she just decides to go along with his plan.

It’s not like they have that many choice at the moment.

Gamora does as they plan and decide to entrust Ray to handle rest. It takes him a bit more time that she had first expected. She is fending off enemies left and right, about to drain herself from strength, but an explosion suddenly takes place.

She doesn’t know that the explosion will be triggered at that exact moment, so the female assassin loses her footing for a split second, and finds herself falling into the collapsing ground, along with everybody else around her. But just before she is lost in the darkness, something long wraps itself around her, jerking her mid fall into an abrupt stop.

Ray manages to produce a whip and catch her with it, before pulling her back up from the surface, leaving the ground caving in beneath them.

The two of them finds a cave further out to stay the night in. Ray tries to fix her radio, but it’s already beyond salvation. There is nothing else out there except for empty lands spanning thousands of miles away. They will have more luck infiltrating the locals’ residence, where the civilians had decided to take their spacecraft to. But as of right now, the two are still too tired. They need to come up with a better plan, before acting on it.

“Remind me why we are here again?” the Ray asks.

“Apparently Star Lord thinks that the leader here is in possession of one of the Infinity Stone.”

“How do we even know if it’s real?”

“He insisted that he would know once he touched it,” comes her reply.

“s**t, is that how we got into this mess?”

Gamora shrugs her shoulders. “More or less. I was busy eyeing something else when that happened.”

“And I was at the feast with Grooth at that time.”

“How’s the radio?”

“Not unfixable,” he answers shortly.

“I guess we really are going to be stuck here for some time,” Gamora groans in frustration, the sound echoing through the narrow space of the cave.

“I can work better if you can stop making those noises,” Ray says, trying to concentrate.

“What noises?”

The raccoon takes his eyes off the device he is fixing and explains, “You’ve been walking back and forth for the past minute or so.”

“Oh, sorry, didn’t realize I’ve been doing that,” she says, honestly apologizing. She’s not so bad as he had first expected to be.

Gamora had lost her jacket during the fight, leaving her to stride around in nothing but her skin tight suit. Of course, it also doesn’t help that almost half the top of her breasts are exposed. That green flesh has never looked so supple and inviting before. Ray knows better to look away, but the male raccoon can’t help himself. Even though she is humanoid, he can feel the attraction he has toward her. Fighting alongside her has exposed her to him in a new light.

The female continues darting back and forth some more. It doesn’t take long before Gamora finally takes notice of his silence. She glances his way, only to find Ray quickly darting his attention back to his work, but not before catching him staring at her intensely. At her cleavage, to be precise. Oh, so that’s how it is.

She guests he is not all that bad. He is much smaller compared to the many string of lovers she had before, but she had caught a glimpse of him once while in the shower, and his member is surprising much bigger compared to anything else on his body. The female assassin has never really gotten over from the memory since then, having got a clear mental picture of is hard on.

Gamora has been wondering how it will feel inside her, and this is as good as a chance as she is going to get. If she wants to act on it, she has to do it now, while nobody else is around. Living in the same spacecraft means very little privacy. Plus, she has always been a loud screamer in bed. They can scream as loud as they want while they are still in the middle nowhere.

Throwing caution in the mind, Gamora suddenly knocks the tools off Ray’s hands and places herself on his lap. Ray protests from the sudden disturbance, shouting an annoyed, “Hey!” when Gamora’s body gets him to stop in his track, her cleavage sudden thrusted into his field of vision. “W-what are you doing?”

“What does it looking like I’m doing?” she asks back.

“This is not a very good idea.”

“But it’s a great way to spend time. Let’s face it, the radio’s a dead beat, and we’re stuck here until we can come up with a better plan.”

“How about we head out first thing tomorrow?” he quickly asks, losing focus to work pretty fast, his breath husky.

“Sound like a plan,” Gamora smirks, before leaning in to plan a deep kiss on his snout.

Ray’s hands fly up to her, all of a sudden overwhelmed by this strong need to touch. Gamora does the same, and before they know it, they are entangled with each other.

They latch into each other, the heat of the battle still vibrating in their bones. They are still too worked up, and sleep can not become an option — doing so will not be able to sedate this thirsty need for violence that has taken roots within them. So they opt to s*x, channeling their extra energy into slapping their bodies against each other, trying to find their release.

There is nothing gentle about this coupling. He pumps his erection into her hard, sweat covering his straightening fur, his snout turning into a snarl as his breathing turns ragged. Her back arches from the penetration, her toned and slender waist curving so beautifully. The moonlight showers upon her, making her green skin glows. She works hard on making sure that he can reach her deeper, because she does not think she can keep this up any much longer. Her fingers grip into his body hard, pulling his waist towards her.

Ray leans forward, eyes ravishing the display of flesh that lays out before him, roaming hungrily until he finally finds what he is looking for and latches into her breast, tongue licking at the tender firmness of her t**s, before lowering his head further to suck on those dark, taut n*****s of her, making sure to give each of them equal attention, leaving her all sensitive and dainty.

Gamora curses, hissing when he plays with her breasts, while at the same time not stopping the rhythm of his hips. He hits her pelvis, green skin against brown wood coat, the texture of his fur tingling the senses of her sensitive area everything she slams right back into him.

He pushes deeper into he lands on top of her, but it does not take long before the still vibrating heat of the battle raises in her, and Gamora pushing him right back, slamming him to the hard surface of the ground until she knocks the breath out of him, his eager c**k still in her tight cunt, before pumping him out from on top of him.

As much as he enjoys the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down as she moves her hips into his, Ray is not that that likes being taken for granted. It is just a matter of time before he retaliates, trying to find the right momentum to catch her in surprise, before hammering his length vigorously at her, eyes of rampage and hunger staring intensely into one another.

Her mount is soft, and her insides feels even much better than he can ever imagine. Her strength is immense, just like the rest of him, pulling and pushing at his rigidness, milking him with every fiber of their beings.

As they grow more desperate, they increase the speed of their hips movement, pummeling and crashing repeatedly until they both find their release — and it is exquisite. She likes the way his hot seeds spill into her womb, trying to take roots. He enjoys the way she clamps down around him so tightly, making him squirt out more of his release.

His two front paws reach out to grab her hips, using her as a support for his own body weight. They stay like that for a while, staring into each others’ eyes, bodies entangled in sweat and their own natural lubricant. He is still inside her, despite having grown flaccid, but it doesn’t seem like he is planning to move out.

“Are you just gonna sit there?” Gamora asks, breath still husky from all the work out. She can smell his breath as well, having shared the same air in such close proximity.

“No,” Ray groans back, before finally moving again.

And that is how he finally finds himself thrusting up and down against Gamora’s slick cunt once more. Though he has to give it to her. Her stamina is insane. No wonder that she is deemed one of the most dangerous female criminal in the galaxy.

She makes him takes her from many different angles. One time he takes her from behind, his pelvic bone slapping hard against her ass as he does so, while the two of them watches as his c**k disappears into her snatch repeatedly, dark brown into parakeet green. It amazes him every time her entrance stretches just a little bit further, just to occupy his size, before he thrusts back in, fill her up once more.

Another time, Gamora will suck on his c**k, trying to deep throat herself with his c**k for as deep as she can, while her fingers busy fondling his tightening balls.

The female Zen-Whoberi can feel an arm reaching from behind my head, brushing against a soft mop of her hair, fingertips hesitantly curled through the strands. Her hands slipped closed around his genital and all the sensations they share multiplied at once: her bare skin touching his fur, the vitality pulsing through their veins, the sounds her hands make as they massaged his body – all of it become more intensely, exquisitely real. Their plan for escape vanished unseen over a distant mental horizon for the mean time.

Her lips take every inch of his delicious d**k, and the sight of her just simply sends the raccoon over the edge. He cums into her mouth, and she drinks every ounce of c*m he produces. They take some time catching their breath, before changing into a different position.

Ray palms then envelope Gamora’s breasts, squeezing them together to form voluptuous mounds which he releases only to grab the buds of her pine green n*****s and pinch them into hard peaks. His breathing quickens and he presses forward. Ray's entire body is now flush with her top, and Gamora groans in breathless pleasure at the solid wall of furry masculine muscle behind her. His chest presses against her chest, followed by a pocket of cooler air where her spine gracefully dipped away from his well toned stomach, until her round ass flares back in respond. She can feel something building up in them again. Between his thighs . . . his solid girth presses up against her stomach, nestled between my mounts.

A delicious, aching need begins to pulse hard in Gamora’s green core. She is practically panting in anticipation of what is to come, but also apprehensive. She has never gone this far with a non-humanoid before, let alone f*****g him for numerous of times as she does so, and has no one to compare him too but with himself. She doesn’t know why, but some of her senses finally return back to her, and it is now bugging her voices of reasons. Screw that! She can worry later. With that thought, she turns her attention back to the male that is pressing hard against her naked body. At this point, Gamora can already tell that he is getting even bigger again, so she pushes forward against him, lowering herself until her core is aligned against hot rod, experimentally rolling her hips down against his hard length yet again.

Ray doesn’t know what the female is waiting for. His entire body vibrates in a husky groan, and his teeth latches onto one of her breasts, biting down as he sucks with his lips and tongue. Her fingers clenches the fur on his head, gasping from the exquisite pain that lances through her n****e. He abuses the tender skin as he shows her exactly what more s*x with him will be like: rough, passionate, and uninhibited.

An erotic thrill courses through her body, leaving Gamora trembling with need once more. Her hand drops between her own legs to satisfy the throbbing emptiness in my core. She rubs slit, her slender fingers sliding into her folds to discover the warm slickness that has accumulated yet again from within.

In this moment, she wants nothing more than to feel Rocking pushing inside her one more time, stretching her out to accommodate his size, filling her up from the inside and then f*****g her til she is wild and raw. Gamora wants something done, and she goes right to it. However, this time, instead of immediately complying to her wishes, Ray stops her calmly. What is he thinking, denying her like this? Doesn’t he know just how hot she is for him right now? She wants his d**k inside her, end of story!

As the green alien stares wide-eyed at him, a different hand suddenly pushes hers aside. Gamora looks down and can clearly see Ray's hand buried in between her legs, his forearm flexing as his fingers rubs shock waves into her parakeet green skin. Two of his fingers slip between her dark folds, his blunt claws teasing her entrance, and the sheer fact that it is him touching her there, pleasuring her while she watches on, make the pulsing ember in her core blooms into a raging wildfire for the number of time.

Gamora rakes her nails across his head as his fingers slide further inside her p***y, deeper than her own has ever gone due to his smaller size. It should be impossible if it were anyone else, but Ray’s hand is small, and he can easily slip even his entire arm into her without any hindrance.

Ray senses her thoughts and sticks his arm in, filling her up just like how Gamora imagines it to be, before his fingers immediately flexes and curls inside her body. Waves of bliss emanated from a sensitive spot inside her. She moans, shamelessly rocking back and forth against him.

“f**k! You’re so tight,” Ray growls against her breast, his fingers still moving inside me, his arm embedded deep inside her. “It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve f****d you. You still want me, bad . . . And I still want you, bad. There is nothing docile about it.”

His fingers pumps harder, and Gamora doesn’t think her body has never physically experienced the sensation of having anything so deep inside her. She even surprises herself with her own wildness as her hand snakes behind my back and grabs his shaft. The hard length feels like silk wrapped around a thick steel rod.

She is jerking him off recklessly now, not even sure if she is doing this right or not, too horny yet tired at the same time, until Ren grunts and lets out a jumble his intimate thoughts to her. It is times when he was brought about her release in the shower, after thinking of her; and then tells her about where to grip him so her fingers partially enveloped the tip, how hard to squeeze, and the exact pace that will bring him crashing over the edge. Gamora gladly does as he wants her to do, having already been too lost in her own lust.

Matching her grip to his words, she strokes him in one long, smooth, experimental motion. Ray groans into her chest, thrusting his hips up to meet her delicate hand. It is exhilarating to control his pleasure this way, and Gamora finds that she likes doing things this way as well, even though she doesn’t usually follow just about anyone’s words.

Her hand swiftly picks up speed to match the pace of his fingers, which are still working in and out of emerald her core. For a rapturous moment their hands move in perfect unison, stroking and rubbing and caressing each other. Her mind knows nothing but their lust-fueled haze, her body only conscious to heat and skin and friction. Pleasure ricocheted through their bodies and Gamora’s head falls back, eyes tightly shut, gasping, until her body succumbs to the rhythmic pressure of his fingers.

Euphoric waves flood through every inch of her. Her mind stutters and nearly stops as the Zen-Whoberi cums harder than she ever had in her entire life. Her c**t is so hypersensitive it momentarily goes numb from pleasure, but it prickles as feeling returns and her climax renewed with every heartbeat. It gradually fades into a dusky, humming vibration.

Ray's ragged breathing hitches against Gamora’s ear as his fingers slide out of her. His c**k is still rock solid against her stomach since she has reached her climax before him, though he doesn't seem to mind as her hand slips off his shaft and her fingers unthreaded from the hair on his head. She wants to turn around and kiss him senseless, fatigue keeps her in place. Instead, she takes his hand and languidly draws his fingertips across her breast and down the silken skin of her stomach, hoping he will ardently follow that path with his mouth.

Ray Raccoon grumbles her name against her chest. When she turns her head to glance down, she can see the details of his face: his dark eyes heavy-lidded with lust, the ragged set of teeth revealed from his pulled lips lending him to the visage of the wild animal that he is.

His arm tightly encircles her waist, and his hand, still slick with her own fluids, wraps snugly under her thigh as he settles himself around her snugly, holding her aloft against him so they lay on top of each others’ tangle limps on the floor. Gamora reaches back with my arms in return, wrapping them around his neck for comfort. For a moment she hangs dreamily, closely drifting to sleep, luxuriating against the rippling brawn beside her and feeling more calm and satisfied than she has ever been in a very long time.

Seems like f*****g him was a good choice. She can feel the heat of the battle gradually oozing off her system, replaced by an extreme need for sleep.

They stay like that for a while, before Ray decides to move again.

His hand leaves her thigh and she feels something nudges against her entrance. Again? Fine. Gamora holds her legs wider apart, wantonly eager for his fingers to return to that molten spot of pleasure buried deep inside her despite the tiredness that is starting to make its way to her. However, her eyes flew wide open when she realizes that the shape is entirely different this time – wider and thicker and smoother than ever before. Is this really possible? Or is it just a Halfworlder thing?

Gamora doesn’t really given the opportunity to ponder on the though for long, because she can feel his wicked grin pressing against her n****e as he rubs the thick tip of his manhood against her sopping wet cunt. He slides a half-formed question through his facial expression — I want you-can I-let me-please—

The Zen-Whoberi’s breath catches in her throat as a primal thrill shivers across her skin, control dangerously close to slipping away entirely. Her body instinctively craves the powerful virility he offers. It seems to want him inside me one more time, despite how many times they have rutted in beasts in heat. It wants him, more so than it wants air in its lungs.

Gamora’s eyes slip closed once more. She subtly tips my head in a nod that she knows he can sense, and without any delay Ray pushes the head of his c**k inside her once more, slowly parting her slick folds. He is thick and hot and her inner walls are crazy for him, clenching around his rigid pressure obsessively. Her heartbeat goes absolutely frantic, wondering if she should tell him no after all, but when she parts her lips, her traitorous body only allows a quiet hiss of aching need to escape. Her fingers interlock with one another behind his neck, clenching and straining so hard the skin goes numb.

Ray's head dips down so his cheek presses against the valley of her breasts. He adjusts the angle with his hand fisted around his c**k and sinks into her another inch, letting her still-throbbing core adjust to his size. He is taking it slow this time, and the wait is killing her. Yet, it still feels tremendously satisfactory in the end.

“You're so tight. So wet,” he murmurs against her skin.

“I want to feel all of you,” she whispered admissibly, not at all hesitant to ask for something so raunchy, while her cunt can't bear being half-filled any longer.

Raccoon gives in to the Zen-Whoberi’s lusty demand. With a masculine grunt of satisfaction he thrusts the rest of the way in so he is seated to the hilt. They both groan, reveling in the delicious sensation of his c**k intimately sheathed inside her tight canal. His chest heaves against hers, one hand cupping her ass while the other pulls me onto his throbbing erection as hard as he can.

His hips then flex as he partially withdraws and thrusts into her again, harder this time. The swell of pleasure from the smooth, erotic motion almost makes her eyes roll up into her head. The pressure from him burying his c**k deep inside her core created a fullness that Gamora doesn't know she has been craving til this very instant. She wants as much of this sensation as I can take, until he finds his own release inside her p***y.

But as Ray adjusts his weight against her one last time, and starts to withdraw from her slick channel to actually start f*****g her, an unexpected urge compels her to say, “Just f**k me hard already!”

Gamora then abruptly moves her hips in forceful encouragement. Ray's c**k twitches deep in her belly and the sensation nearly makes her wanna a sixth time — or is it seventh? She lost count. But even though she writhes in his grasp, Ray stubbornly refuses to pick up the pace or strength.

“f*****g hell,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against her breast. “You know how badly I want you. I'm going to f**k you raw.”

“Then do it!” she almost cries out in frustration.

And just like that, he drowns himself inside her body. The fullness inside her submerges, his warmth intensified, and her feet presses flat against the cold stone floor of the cave.

Gamora stands over there in silent shock, chest heaving. She hasn’t expect this much fullness coming from him. If she dares to assume, he might even feel even larger than before. His abrupt arrival leaves her simultaneously horny and massively overwhelmed.

“Move!” she demands. She feels like is about to cry, corner at the edge of ruin, if he doesn’t do something. There is an itch originated deep within her that she knows only his c**k can scratch.

And that is how the two of them manage to find themselves f*****g to the edge of dawn, all holes filled up from her part, and plenty of semen spend on his part. They collapse on top of each other yet again, not even care on how uncomfortable their sleeping positions are. They have spent every ounce of strength in rutting with each other, and are left with none to spare.

. . . . .

After some time, they are awake again. They can’t really tell how much time has passed, too lazy to check, and the sky is still pretty much dark outside.

“So, ready to go?” Ray asks, ready to redress.

She seems to be contemplating for a bit, before saying, “Let’s do that later.”

“What about the others?”

“They can’t wait,” Gamora says, before pulling him back closer, “but this can’t.”

She cups him from in between his legs, feeling up his half-flaccid c**k until the member in her hand begins to erect once more. Ray lets out a string of curses, the ever so sensitive flesh growing hard again under the female’s attention.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he groans out, before falling to his knees. Gamora climbs on top of him, p***y ready to take him, the lips already lightly soaked with excitement.

“Well, I don’t see you complaining,” she chuckles in amazement, before thrusting her hips down.

They rut like a pair of beasts in heat, only stopping once it’s close to dawn. At this point, they overstrain themselves until they grow tired and pass out on top of each other, c*m and sweat still evidently sticking to skin and fur.

Another day, another battle.

The next morning, they clean up and sneak into the local town, stealing back their spacecraft and using the radio there to contact the rest of the team. They finally regroup and head to what they came to this planet for . . . .

. . . . Only to discover that the stone’s a fake. Most of them are pissed upon discover. They did all of that for nothing! Though some of them won’t say that all is for nothing. Ray and Gamora share a secret knowing grin as they glance at each other while their ship takes off from the atmosphere.

— FIN —