“I’m sorry, that’s just what you asked me to call you last night,” Angel said as Epoc made coffee for them both. Angel was in just her underwear and Epoc’s shirt, which was easily a size larger than her. It made her look incomprehensibly attractive. Epoc had hoisted herself into a pair of sweatpants and an unzipped zip-up hoodie. It was all she could stomach to have on her skin right now. Her brain felt like it was sweating. “There was barking.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Epoc said. “I’m going through some stuff, Angel. Cup?”
“Thanks. Call me Devah, by the way.” She took the cup gratefully. “Is it a Hound thing? Do they do something to your brains or do they just find people like you to pilot the Alphas?”
Bit of both, Epoc thought, but how was she going to explain to Devah that this was all because of her own CEO? No, thank you. This was already strange enough without the truth of the Hound post-mission program. “It’s complicated,” she said, pouring herself a cup.
“I mean, if it’s a kink thing I’m happy to oblige,” Devah said and raised her eyebrows suggestively.
“Really? Now? You’re not hungover?” Epoc grimaced as she burned the roof of her mouth on the coffee, but pushed through. The painkillers were supposed to kick in any minute now. Devah shook her head and leaned against the counter of the Hound suite’s kitchenette.
“Nah. I was actually not a very good pilot starting out. Kept getting nauseous. It’s actually really hard to clean–” She caught Epoc’s queasy face. “You know what, I’m not going to go into detail. Suffice to say, HVP was not for me, and it limited my efficiency. So I got a cochlear implant that helps with balance, and a regulator on my stomach. I can drink as much as I want now and never get sick. I don’t even fall over!”
“Damn.” Epoc tapped her fingers against the edge of the glass. She remembered
some
things about the night before. Bringing the cup to her mouth, she surreptitiously sniffed her fingers, confirming those specific suspicions. “Should look into that.”
“You plan on getting drunk like that more often?” Devah said with a smile.
“I mean, normally I’d say no, and not only because I feel like someone is trying to charbroil my head from the inside, but I’ll be honest… not the worst way to wake up.” There. That was all of her smooth used up for the day. It seemed to work though, because Devah smiled into her cup and took a sip, not taking her gorgeous eyes off of Epoc.
“You’re cute, you know that?” Devah said.
“Shut the fuck up,” Epoc grumbled. “I look like a Frame sat on me.”
“Like you’d mind.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re a pilot,” Devah said. “You get it. You don’t get into this job if a small part of you doesn’t
kind
of want to fuck the Frames.” They walked to the living area and sat down at one of the sofas. Devah leaned on the back of the couch, resting her head against her hand and staring intently at Epoc. Angel was an intense kind of person.
“I mean… they’re the greatest feat of human engineering ever devised. Yeah, we’ve gone into space, but starships don’t have nearly as many moving parts, and the fact that we can make them practically
dance
, and that we now have the bimodal haptic feedback so they can read the
intent
of your movements more than the actual movements and–”
“Yeah, exactly,” Devah said. “You want to ride the giant robot like it’s a giant girlfriend.”
There was a glint of something mischievous in her eyes. She bit her lip and leaned in close. “You come inside one yet?”
Epoc gritted her teeth and put her cup down, crossing her legs. No, she had not had an orgasm inside of a cockpit. She had been very,
very
explicitly
denied
orgasm inside the cockpit, thank you very much. Both Amy and Arcus had been a fantastic, erotic ride, their steel bodies been perfectly accommodating lovers, but Epoc had not been allowed to climax. She shook her head.
“But you did something, didn’t you?” Devah said. Her eyes went to Epoc’s lips, and then down. Epoc’s hoodie had fallen open a little, revealing her stomach. Devah’s gaze was like a caress, admiring the visible abs, and then down a little further. “I can tell.” She whispered.
Epoc moved to cross her legs but Devah, not taking her hands off of her crotch, stopped her, putting her hand on Epoc’s thigh. “I might have,” Epoc whispered.
“Me too,” Devah said, quietly, moving closer, her hand on the inside of Epoc’s thigh, index finger drawing little circles. “The first time I went out in Sadakiel I got so turned on I couldn’t think straight. I think I came five times. I had to wipe down my chair but I think Diana knew.”
Epoc leaned closer to Devah. “She knew,” she said, her lips so close to Devah they grazed the other woman’s. She could feel the breath against her skin. “I don’t think she minds.”
The hand slowly slipped up Epoc’s thigh, ever so slowly. Her bulge was impossible to hide now, straining as she did against the fabric of the sweatpants. Devah’s breathing got more shallow, but didn’t move, her lips and Epoc’s only touching accidentally. “Can you imagine,” she said, “fucking something like that? Hundreds of tons of steel, ravaging you? Engulfing you? Becoming you? Towering over the world while she consumes you, takes you into herself?”
“Yes,” Epoc said. “I can.” That, she thought, was what being a Hound
was.
Driving the Frame as much as it drove her, controlling it as much as it controlled her. It was bliss of the highest order. It was a little death stretched to infinity and never giving the satisfaction of oblivion. And she couldn’t tell Devah. Proprietary secrets. But she could speak in hypotheticals. “Imagine,” she said, and very carefully licked Devah’s lips. The woman shuddered. “Imagine being encased in your cockpit, every part of you held tight, and then she enters you and you can’t even reach down to push yourself over the edge. She owns you. She has you so firmly in her grip, your pleasure is entirely up to her. You don’t come until she lets you. All you can do is whimper, every step of her perfect machinery driving her deeper into you, every shot fired driving you closer to the brink.”
Devah clearly couldn’t take it any longer. She ran a finger over Epoc’s shaft. As soon as her finger touched the tip, Epoc twitched and their mouths met. Devah’s tongue met her own, and they kissed, a greedy, hungry kiss. When they pulled away, a strand of drool broke between them.
“You get it,” Devah said. “I’ve been wanting to tell someone since forever. Sometimes I go into the hangar at night. I sneak into the cockpit and I fuck myself on the controls. I swear to god, being a pilot fucks with your head.” She kept running her hand up and down Epoc’s bulge. “God, if I could fuck Sadakiel I would,” she whispered. Epoc could
see
her heartbeat under her skin. She was not just turned on, she was laying her deepest secrets bare.
“Why not have someone pilot her? Just a small part,” Epoc said. “Just big enough for Sadakiel to be, you know, alive. And you do the rest.”
“I’ve thought about it. I had an ex I wanted to do it but… she didn’t get it. Left after one Rat contract. And I’ve never, you know, talked to anyone about this.” She bit her lip and squeezed the base of Epoc’s shaft, causing her to squirm in her seat. “I thought I was the only one.”
It took all of her willpower for Epoc not to laugh. If only she knew. “Can I ask you a personal question?” Epoc said. Devah responded by running her fingers under Epoc’s waistband, causing her to inhale sharply. She had the hands of someone who was used to manually controlling her Frame, the skin between her thumb and index finger slightly calloused. All the same, her touch was soft, incredibly gentle.
“Go ahead,” Devah said, not grabbing Epoc’s cock but running her fingers over it, grazing it with her palm, putting her fingers on the dab of precum and using it to draw little circles over the head.
“Why did you choose the Cat contract?” Epoc asked. “Not to be pushy but I feel like it would be your thing.” She wanted to tell Devah why. She wanted to tell her that she would get what she wanted, what she clearly
needed
, on that contract. That she’d get fucked by an Alpha Frame in the way that she’d dreamed of.
“There were no spots free,” Devah said, shrugging. “And my Cat contract doesn’t end for another year.”
“Did I take your spot?” Epoc, deciding she didn’t want to be a passive party the whole time, put her hand on Devah’s thigh. She immediately took the hint and lifted her leg. Epoc didn’t wait and ran her fingers gently along the skin. She could see the other woman twist a little. Her crotch was
radiating
heat.
“No, don’t worry,” Devah said with a smile and wrapped her hand entirely around Epoc’s cock. “Damn you’re hard. Pent up, aren’t you?”
“Wait, I didn’t come last night?”
“Puppy, no,” Devah said. “You
demanded
to go down on me. I didn’t exactly mind. I’ve never had someone eat my ass like that. That was new. And no, don’t worry, I don’t hold you becoming the newest Hound against you. If Mako Group gets themselves a fourth active Alpha Frame, I’ll apply, but I need my Contract to run out first.”
“I might put in a good word for you,” Epoc said. “You did save my life.” She ran her finger against the inside of Devah’s leg, against her underwear. She was already soaked.
“I don’t think they’ll build a Frame just for me,” Devah said, but there was a hopefulness in her eyes that was positively irresistible. “Have you been inside of Nexus Alpha yet?” She started to slowly stroke Epoc, making constant eye contact, panting. Epoc slipped her fingers into Devah’s panties. She remembered what had set the woman on fire the night before and gently grazed against the bundle of nerves. Devah jerked in place. It was hard not to grin.
“No,” Epoc said, softly fingering her, “but Arcus was made for a Hound and I can tell you with certainty that she was one of the hottest things I’ve ever been inside.”
“Yeah?” Devah said. “Did she turn you on?” She squeezed Epoc’s cock again in revenge.
“You have no idea,” Epoc said. Flick.
“She make you hard?” Squeeze.
“Yeah,” Epoc said. “When I got back to base, I was ready to burst.” At her last word, she slipped a finger into Devah, who angled her hips to give Epoc even better access.
“Come see me next time,” Devah said, pushing Epoc’s pants down and fully jerking her off now. “We’ll shower together and we can put that energy to use. I want you to get so horny you can’t think and then fuck my brains out.”
Epoc fingerfucked Devah and focused on that as she tried to think of what to say. She got the distinct feeling that “I’ll talk to my boss about it” wouldn’t go over well. “The Hound post-mission stress reduction system is strict,” she finally managed. “But I’ll see what I can do.” Maybe she could add Angel to the list of third parties allowed to help her with the system? That would probably mean informing her, but she already worked for Mako Group.
“God, yes,” Devah said. “Fuck.” She was starting to buck, then pushed Epoc’s hand away. For a second, Epoc thought she’d done something wrong, but realized that wasn’t quite what was happening when Devah straddled her, facing away from Epoc.
There were not many perfect butts in the world, so when one of them sat on her face, Epoc was going to do one thing, and one thing only. She slumped lower into the sofa, then wrapped her arms around Devah and jammed her mouth into the pussy in front of her.
Tasting the salty taste of a pussy that’s already come several times in the last few hours, she focused on pushing Devah right back to where she’d been, quivering slightly. It wasn’t that difficult, Devah was very sensitive, especially to having her clit gently but repeatedly flicked.
Squeezing the other pilot’s ass, Epoc buried her nose in Devah’s pussy and went to town. It wasn’t long before the gasps and moans she had been hoping for came out of Devah’s mouth. Epoc lubricated some of her fingers and playfully circled Devah’s ass, something she vaguely remembered her being enthusiastic about the night before. Devah squealed, and then, almost without warning, took the cock in front of her in her mouth. Epoc’s hips bucked, accidentally shoving herself into Devah’s mouth.
They played back and forth like this. One moment, Epoc would be so lost in giving head that she barely noticed what was being done to her, and then her attention would be drawn straight down when a tongue swirled around her head in a way that made her see stars. Then she’d wrest control again by running her tongue over Devah’s asshole or slipping a finger inside while she ate her, gently fucking her ass with a finger as she increased the intensity of her oral ministrations.
Devah began to buck. She was close. It actually took considerable strength to keep her in place to actually push her to orgasm. Leave it to a pilot to buck herself off of a climax. Epoc wasn’t having it and hung on, not letting up until Devah’s moans became a low, guttural, animalistic thing. Not very catlike at all. She bucked a few times, grinding herself onto Epoc’s face pretty strongly, then calmed down. Epoc stopped. Much as she liked to overstimulate a partner, Devah would just get sore quickly.
The woman sat up, fully smothering Epoc, barely giving her enough space to breathe through her nose. With a very satisfied purr, Devah started to jerk her off again.
“Good puppy,” she said. She wasn’t teasing now, focused on making Epoc come. Epoc moaned into the pussy on top of her, and allowed her mind to swim, allowed the sensations to guide her to her climax. It wasn’t
easy
to breathe, but then again, who wanted to breathe well with an ass on their face and thighs around their ears? If she had to die somehow, this was how she would have wanted to go.
Orgasm was coming, and coming fast. She groaned and moaned, but Devah wasn’t moving. It was part of it. She couldn’t see, could barely move, couldn’t do anything but lazily push her tongue into Devah’s pussy while she was being made to come.
She squeezed the woman’s hips when she came. When she fell the orgasm rise up from deep inside her and found her whole body convulsing as she was brought to the edge. The door opened.
Devah practically jumped off of her and stood upright. She was saluting. Oh no.
“Shall I come back?” Winter said with an unreadable expression on her face. Her eyes were fixed on Epoc’s still rock hard dick, leaking cum onto herself. “You seem preoccupied.”