Battlestar Galactica: Nicole

Nicole Inna smiled warmly to her companion at the bar. Her breasts thrust out against the soft red jersey of her dress. Her lips spread sensuously, the dim lighting picking up the small amount of saliva from her licking her lips. She lifted her drink and brought it to her mouth slowly, feeling his eyes on her parted lips, her gulping throat, and finally, inevitably, her luscious chest.

His eyes dropped to her firm thighs, her soft skirt draped over them. Karl waited for Nicole to turn back to him and give him the word he had been patiently awaiting all evening.

“Well, I have to be at work in the morning. Thanks for the conversation, Karl. You’re easy to talk to. Why don’t we go upstairs and see how easy you are to frak?”

Karl’s smile beamed into her seductive eyes as he slid from his bar stool. Nicole spun away from the bar herself, her skirt whirling about her legs, giving a provocative flash of her thighs. She came up onto her feet against his tall figure, letting her breasts press against his chest for just a second, and then she stepped away from him, offering her arm instead. He took it and led her out of the cocktail lounge, into the lobby of the hotel.

Karl inhaled the exotic perfume wafting off her. As they moved to the elevators, he let go of her arm and put his own around her waist. His erection was pulsating strongly, growing thick and hard against the inside of his pants as he felt her breast rub against his side. They moved through the small crowd of people milling about the lobby. Many of them were in the Colonial Fleet as well, on furlough like Karl, and he felt their admiration at seeing the beauty he had picked up.

The elevator doors slid open and they stepped inside. Karl pressed the button for his floor, then waited a small eternity for the doors to close. When they did, he turned to Nicole. She was obviously expecting his kiss—he could see it in her eyes. She tilted her face upward to his, lips parting, breasts raising lusciously in her anticipation. He drew her closely to him and she melted into his arms.

Their lips met. Her body quivered against his, her mouth sucking at his tongue, while her groin seemed to exert the same pull on his erection. Its surging heat throbbed through both his pants and her dress.

Gods, she felt good to him, so soft and pliable. It was like she’d been waiting to frak forever. He had held off on taking her upstairs, not being too obvious, not making a real play for her. It’d been a way of teasing her, and stoking the fires of his own sexual need until the anticipation was almost as pleasurable as the frak. Now he trembled with excitement at the prospect of satisfying himself.

Like a lot of the Colonials on leave, he had been in the bar, watching a game of Pyramid on the TV. He’d been with Sharon and Kara, but either it’d been obvious he wasn’t with either of them or she relished the challenge of stealing him away, because he’d caught her giving him the eye from two tables away.

He marked her as a stewardess, not that it took an experienced eye to tell. Several of the major passenger movers used this hotel for their personnel between interplanetary flights, for the same reason the Fleet did. The place was cheap enough, but still luxurious in comparison to your average Battlestar. And someone as tall and as blonde and as built as Nicole seemed far more likely to spend her days in one of those kicky little outfits than cooped up in a car as a traveling salesman.

She’d seen him return her gaze and they’d shared a smile over their mutual interest. Sharon was quick to notice it too. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, Helo.”

“What?” Karl asked innocently. “Don’t tell me she’s your sister.”

Kara smirked too. “Nicole Inna.”

Sharon picked up the thread. “She has a thing for men in uniform.”

“She has a thing for uniforms, period,” Kara added with a jagged move of her eyebrows.

Karl glanced at her, a bit amused—mainly by how hard he was trying to stifle his own imagination now. Usually, he could forget about how hot Kara Thrace was, but the thought of her with a sexpot like ‘Nicole’… “Good thing I have a uniform then.”

“Oh yeah,” Kara winked at him. They were both still in their duty blues, civvie clothes socked away in their duffel bags. “If we ever go to war with the Cylons again, that bitch could suck the chrome right off them.”

Karl looked to Nicole again, wondering if the blonde would look any different to him now that she had the Kara Thrace Seal of Approval. She smiled at him, sparkling, inviting, and he knew he’d be going over to her even if Kara had told him she was the Devil Herself.

He kept eating his dinner, watching her pick at the remains of hers. She was stalling, waiting to leave the room until he was finished. By the time he was wiping his mouth with his napkin, she was leaving. Karl followed her out into the lobby. She was looking at the magazines in the newsstands, but Karl knew she was really waiting for him to make his approach.

“I noticed you didn’t buy a drink with your meal,” he said softly, once he was next to her. “How about letting me?”

“At the bar?” she asked with a lilt, like he could already get her up to his room with a bottle of champagne. But Karl preferred to work a little slower than that—feel a girl out more than just knowing she had great tits and a perfect smile.

Still, she smiled warmly, even a little suggestively as they went to the bar. They sat and talked, listened to the piano player, eyeing each other in their respective outfits. Karl refused to proposition her. He knew he didn’t have to. If he’d read her right, even half-right, she would. And now, she had.

***

Karl kissed her deeply, his hand falling down her body to her supple ass. His cock pulsed, just touching her soft, feminine body a caress on it, as was the feel of her luscious breasts against his chest. Nicole rubbed herself against him, letting Karl feel the fullness of her cleavage, its firmness and softness in just the right amounts.

By the time they reached his floor, Nicole was gasping for breath. She squeezed his muscular body, looked down at his crotch and saw the huge bulge that his swollen cock made in his pants. It gratified her; she smiled and then shivered in anticipation. Karl ran his hands one last time over her fabric-sheathed body, possibly enjoying the feel of her silken dress as much as the warmth of her body under it, then he took his keycard from his pocket and led Nicole to his room.

“Now then,” he said, “let’s see if I can make you regret teasing me all night.”

“I was teasing?” Nicole asked, turning her back on Karl and pulling her long blonde hair away from the back of her neck. Karl saw her zipper and moved to undo it for her. “Oh, no, no, no. I was offering. You were the one playing hard to get.”

“No one could be hard to get for you.”

He reached into her opened dress, reached under the fabric and slid his hands over her skin and was overwhelmed by the creamy feel of it. Karl knew then that there was no comparison between a dress, no matter how luxurious, and her bare skin.

He moved his hands around her sides to her breasts and cupped them, pulled Nicole back against him so that his cock was pressed to her delicious ass. He kissed her shoulders, then her ears, the smell of her shampoo sending his senses reeling—the straw that broke the camel’s back after the taste of her, the feel of her. She was pure erotic pleasure and she was all his.

Karl slipped the dress from her shoulders. It washed over her juicy little peach of an ass and down her long legs. Nicole turned back to him, stepping out of her dress. She was breathtakingly beautiful, still in her lacy bra and tiny black panties. They didn’t detract from her sensuality or even really hide it, but merged with it—unable to diminish her naked beauty, they were more like added brushstrokes on a painting, an entirely new illustration with those last few undergarments as flourishes.

Karl swallowed a lump in his throat. His eyes were glued to her body, seething with admiration of it. He kicked his shoes off and began to undress himself. Nicole walked over to the bed and sat down, waiting for him to join him. She smiled softly at him, her grin growing broader, seeming to glow when she saw his cock come out of his boxers.

Karl pumped his rigidly throbbing manhood as he approached her. He was torn between anxious impatience and a certain amount of intimidation at her beauty; if he didn’t manage to satisfy a goddess like her, with a body like that, he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to forgive himself. But he could see the same anxiety in her, a willingness to be touched that had her taking in deep breaths, swelling her breasts over the delicate lace of her bra.

He sat down beside her. Filled his hands with her breasts.

“Mmmm, finally. I had just about given up on anything appreciating this bra.”

“It’s not the bra I appreciate,” Karl said, proving it by unhooking her bra and tossing it aside.

Nicole petted his wrists as he fondled her bare breasts, then reached down to his cock. Her fingers caressed the shaft, then closed around it, stroking it with love and care, giggling as it shook in response. She played with his prick, teased his balls, until finally Karl couldn’t take being played with anymore.

He seized hold of her panties and stripped them down her thighs, Nicole whooping as she was dropped on her back, her panties being worked off her slender legs. She lay there then, naked, grinning up at him, and eying the size of his cock.

“Oooh,” she murmured softly. “I hit the jackpot tonight. I’ve got a real man, huh?”

“I’ve never heard any complaints,” Karl said modestly.

“Let’s not spoil your perfect record. Come here, Karl. Show me what you can do to a girl like me with all that cock…”

He kissed her, his tongue roaming into her mouth and caressing her own tongue. His hands seized hold of her breasts once more, teasing her nipples, massaging the pert flesh, until her whole body seemed to pulse and swell with erotic joy. Nicole covered Karl’s hands with her own, as if to join in on how he pleasured her, stroking and petting her breasts, going softly, then roughly, then gently once more.

Nicole twisted on the bed, helpless to do anything but respond to his caresses, her own passion surging until she had to do something about it. She grabbed his prick in both hands and stroked it wildly. Nicole had waited all night to be frakked by him. She had sat by him, leaned over him to touch her breasts to his body, let her legs slide against his, and made sure that he got a good smell of her perfume. He clearly liked her. Her body clearly excited him. Yet he had forced her to issue her own invitation. The strangeness of it caught her off-balance. Perhaps left her reeling now, enjoying this so much more than she should’ve.

So many humans couldn’t think beyond their own desires. As the recipient for so much of their desire, a Six knew this better than most. Another Six was taking care of Gaius Baltar, that vital part of the plan against the Colonial Fleet, but something had to be done as well about the old-fashioned Battlestars that wouldn’t be affected by the virus. An officer like Helo—once properly seduced—could come in handy, dealing with the Galactica. But first, she had to attend to his needs.

The prospect of doing so had never been unpleasant—God was love, after all—but Nicole hadn’t expected to enjoy it so thoroughly. To enjoy him so thoroughly. To be enjoyed so thoroughly.

“Ooo!” she gasped, her nipples stiffening under his thumbs. “I feel like I’m glowing, Karl. You have me all lit up!”

Karl smiled down at her. He felt the passion rising in her, her breasts heaving larger as she pushed them into his hands. He took one hand away from their pert heft and moved it down to her groin, replacing it at her breasts with his mouth. He kissed and fondled her luscious tits while his free hand played with the lips of her pussy… caressing them… parting them… finally discovering how her clit had grown warm and engorged, welcoming the brush of his fingertips.

“Hhhhhgg!” Nicole mewled, her body leaping underneath Karl. “Frak, you’re making me so hot! My pussy feels like it’s on fire!”

Karl sucked hard at a swollen nipple while his fingers massaged her clit harder, almost bruisingly. Her thighs clenched on his hand and her fingers stroked his cock more firmly. Karl rewarded her for it, running his own fingers along her mound to her slit, pumping into it with his knuckles rubbing against her clit.

“Gods! Oh Gods!” Nicole moaned. “Ooooh, frak! I love it! I really love it! My cunt is ready now. It needs your cock!”

She pulled him towards her by the prick, roughly, demandingly, and Karl went willingly. He climbed over her and allowed her to guide his cock into her folds. Nicole shuddered in delight, feeling the touch of his glans inside her. She squeezed his prick one last time, then gripped him by his balls and pulled him insistently in. Even now, Karl was teasing her by making her wait, making her want it so badly. Before the night was through, though, she was determined he would know that she got what she wanted.

“Ahhhh!” she gasped in fulfillment. “Oh yes! Frak me! Frak all of me! OOOOH! Ram that cock inside me—deep inside—get it where I need it!”

He frakked her slowly, powerfully, driving his manhood into the depths of her sex, then bringing it out all the way to her labia, where he rubbed his swollen cockhead against her clit. Nicole actually whimpered with desire before he plunged back into her.

She pulsed underneath him. Her pussy sucked at his member, trying to draw it deeper inside herself. Her folds caressed and massaged his every inch as Karl buried himself in her, spurring them both on with a thousand little delights. Nicole wrapped her legs around him and brought her ass up as he pistoned into her, frakking back at him in a frenzy of need.

“OHHH! You’ve got such a cock! Such a wonderful cock! NNN—keep frakking! Frak me harder! Mmmnn…”

His big hands roved over her body, pressing into her creamy breasts, then going underneath her, cupping her sumptuous ass as it undulated in a wild frenzy. With her hips held in place, he pumped into her deeper, harder, frakking her with the growing fury he felt as his pleasure overwhelmed him.

Karl held her closer to his pumping body, knowing he could frak her as fast and as hard as he wanted. He’d given her the full force of his prick and she wanted even more. He was determined she’d know she’d been frakked by the time he was done.

“RRRHH!” he groaned in his crazed passion, fingers buried in the cheeks of her perfect ass. “UNH! UNH! I’ll show that little cunt what it’s good for!”

“YES YES OH!” Nicole cried. “Frak me! Frak me in half! OOOO! Like that JUST LIKE THAT YES! NNGH! COME IN ME! GIVE ME ALL YOUR CUM! MMMMM! DROWN ME IN IT!”

Her pussy shuddered, unable to take any more of Karl’s prick without releasing a wild climax. Karl felt her quivering all over his cock, then she went limp in the soaring rapture of her release. Her breath came in gasps, only her cunt moving, as she trembled for his rampant erection. Nicole kept going, riding her climax for a full minute, before Karl had to give in too. He unleashed his own pent-up lust, his cock throbbing wildly in orgasm, pouring its ejaculation deep into Nicole’s shivering body.

“UHHHH!” Karl gasped. “What a hot pussy—hhhh—what a frak!”

With the last energy in his sweat-drenched body, Karl rolled off of Nicole. After he’d caught his breath, he reached over to run his hand through her hair. He was thinking that it was past time to take her into his arms and hold her though the satisfaction of her afterglow, but when he looked at Nicole, he could see she was far beyond caring. Her tempting gaze was now a vacant stare up at the ceiling, her pink lips parted in a wordless cry, and her breaths coming in an uncaring pant.

Karl chuckled to himself. This had happened to him a few times before—frakking a girl right past mutual orgasm and into an ecstasy far dwarfing his own—it still pleased him that it had happened now, with this goddess of a woman. He guessed the seductress had been as keyed up as she’d looked; lucky enough to enjoy sex as much as any man would when her perfect body was involved.

So Karl simply lay there, luxuriating in the heat as it died down and the air conditioning as it cooled the sweat on his body, knowing it’d be long minutes before Nicole came back to herself.

He had assumed Nicole was on birth control, and Nicole had equally assumed that none would be necessary, given her Cylon nature. And so neither of them could possibly expect what was happening deep inside Nicole’s body, where all the pleasure Karl had given her was changing into something very different.