Alone, Together [Full Story]: Alone, Together, #13

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Alone, Together [Full Story]

By Jackal Entente

Copyright 2021 Jackal Entente

Smashwords Edition

[Chapter 1]

The Milano was relatively quiet. They're on their way to Contraxia, taking a much-needed vacation well after the Battle of Xandar. It had been a few months since that had occurred. The aftermath had some lingering effects, mainly on their pockets. The costs to rebuild the ship seriously killed their already small budget. Their fame brought in a lot of jobs that provided a steady income. Rocket enjoyed the days when they were just light mercenaries, surviving to see another day. This whole Guardians of the Galaxy crap wore him thin. Maybe it was just the way Star-Lord made it sound so incredibly lame. He never asked to be a space-faring hero.

He complained about it often, but he did like having food in his stomach, and the recognition didn't hurt when it got him free drinks. Nonetheless, it was tiring, and he was going to relish the break from dealing with aliens fighting over things. After a few jumps, the ship needed time to charge, and some minor upkeep. He had completed his work when it came to that, and it would be another eighteen hours before they could resume going to their destination. During the wait, he and Gamora had spent the evening together.

She was frustrated with some idiotic thing Star-Lord had said. The kid was as smooth as the rocks on Morag. He made an off-hand joke about orphans, and it did its job in making her furious at the human. It also made her sulky, and even he couldn't stand a person being like that. It turned out to be a great time waster. He would usually attend to Groot, but with him being just a little sapling, he lost a huge deal of his companionship. Quill and Drax had retired for the evening, catching up on the sleep lost to a great battle defending a small village on some low-grade planet. It went on for three grueling days.

They didn't bother offering to help him with the ship maintenance, passing out in their respective quarters. Gamora and he sat chatting on the bridge before she invited her into her room for a Gamora Cocktail. Apparently, the already established moniker as the Deadliest Woman in the Galaxy was blown up further by their recent popularity. It's an appreciable concoction, consisting of Arcturan vodka, Yaro juice, gold sugar, syrup, and silver cake sprinkles. She'd been gifted a half-gallon of the stuff, and a fourth of the bottle was gone within an hour.

This stirred up a rather entertaining conversation between the two loners. It was started by trash talking the other members of the crew. Familiarity does breed contempt and taking into account their abrasive personalities, it relieved the stress born from sharing a closed space with five of the craziest lifeforms in the galaxy. The talk extended to her recounting her past. Usually, he would say it was a buzzkill, but he felt a growing sympathy toward the story she was telling. He didn't need to know the details, because it wasn't hard to imagine a childhood under the villainous Thanos.

Once she actually got into it, the stories surpassed any dark scenario he could make up in his head. She didn't get into the exact happenings, just anecdotal stories. He was glad to be spared of details of mass genocide, and light murder on the side. It made him see the similarities in their existences. She expressed hatred of not being in full control of her life. They had found freedom, but the chains of their sad histories held them from being who they really wanted to be. He realized he'd been avoiding the gloomy truth, never really thinking about it.

He compared Thanos' vigorous training to his genetic manipulation by the robots of the Shrinks. They had been enhanced against their will, and for less than desirable purposes. They used to be slaves to their programming, and it left psychological damage that contributed to their unresolved problems. That topic led to Gamora telling a story about her fighting Nebula. It happened when they were young, and she attempted to sneak her a birthday present in one of their sparring matches. Although she managed to sneak the doll onto her person without anyone noticing, Nebula responded by smashing it with her electroshock staff.

She stated it was her first time aiming to connect with her, always viewing her as a sister. It visibly made her choked up, a single tear streaming down her cheek. He'd put his paw on her hand to comfort her, and that set fire to where they're now, which was in her bed. The simple consolation turned into a hot and passionate kiss, the cocktail taking over their base urges. If that wasn't unordinary enough, his implants weren't operating correctly. He could hold the liquor responsible for it, yet he'd been drunk before, and it was never like this.

Despite her tough exterior, she was gentle when it came to lovemaking. When they started kissing, she gently grabbed him by the waist so he could stand in her lap. This brought him to eye level with her head, so they could continue making out. He liked the sweet taste of the sugary drink on her full lips, not minding it melding with the residual traces of it on the fur around his mouth. It made the moment that more pleasing, the alcohol lowering their inhibitions to allow this kind of vulnerability. As they kissed, she put her hands on his cheeks, softly stroking his whiskers. This stimulated him in a desirable way.

Normally, if something touched his bristles, it would throw him off balance. However, the way she was doing it made him relax into the kisses. It was transmitting soothing information to his brain. His hands had the same vibrissae in them, so he decided to stroke her scarlet red hair. She had changed it a couple of weeks ago, wanting to express her new found freedom. He thought it made her look extra attractive, and it was then that he first realized his sexual feelings toward her. He should contemplate how fortunate he was to be in this position.

Her beauty was a part of her reputation. He couldn't count the many ugly aliens spouting on about how they would give it to her. He actually thought that toxic masculinity was a sign of weakness. Only men with a variety of insecurities would outwardly express such unintelligent ramblings. Up and until this point, he'd treated her like everyone else. He supposed that's why he got this far. Star-Lord behaved like one of them, and he could understand her animosity towards his schoolboy charm. She had probably heard it a thousand different ways, and he just reminded her of all those cringe experiences.

As they kissed, their cybernetic implants started reacting to their sexual activity. This made them pause long enough to get a light chuckle in, both of them feeling too good to worry about the obscure development. She carried him over to her mattress and took off her fishnet top and her wrist bands. He could remove his two pieces of clothing, but he was too enamored by her body. He'd never looked at her like this before. He could smell the strong pheromones she was giving out, a little bit of perspiration on her smooth, green skin. It came to him pungently when she removed the clothing, his nose going wild with the primal smell.

Gamora sat on the bed next to him and smiled at him confidently. Let's see if those hands know how to do more than shoot and fly ships. Come on, these clothes won't take themselves off, she said, waiting for him to make his move.

The hairs on his furry body stood up, loving the sexy invitation. The only thing on her torso was an intricate array of thin straps. He wasn't going to let his hormones and drunk state hinder his competence. He could tell the straps were a part of she was wearing beneath her combat pants. He first unfastened her belt and then moved to do the same with the bands around her thighs. He made quick work of those and got off the bed to remove the knee-high boots she wore. He was a little dismayed to undo more straps, but he worked at a steady pace, wanting to impress her with his nimble thinking. He slid her field boots off one at a time and did the same with her pants. She gracefully lifted her legs as he did it, making the act seem seamless. He tossed it aside in the pile with her other clothes and looked at the last garment. For a second, he wanted to take her just like she was now. She was only wearing her under thongs, covering her hardened breasts and crotch area.

Although it's a seductive look, he wanted to see what was underneath. Raise those arms. I'll show you how steady these hands are, he stated, giving her a wink.

She stifled a giggle, slowly doing as he asked. He jumped onto the bed and went behind her, making easy work of the article of clothing. As he got down to her back, he put his paws under her firm ass and pushed up a few times to indicate he wanted her to stand up. She stood, lowering her arms as he undid the last of the knots. He whipped it off, feeling good about how he managed to not make it look troublesome. Gamora turned to him in her full naked eminence. Her odor increased to an even more pungent degree that made his senses turn further feral. He wanted her so bad and knew she did too. Still, he wasn't an animal and would let her give him the ready signal. She strutted a few steps forward, bent down, put her hand under his chin, and pecked him on the nose. She got back on the bed and laid down, her head settling onto the pillows, looking at him the entire time. He used this time to rip his suit off. By the time she had adjusted herself, he added his clothing to the stack next to the bed.

He mounted her toned stomach, fondling her slightly swollen bosom. She put her hands behind the pillow and let out low moans of pleasure. He was careful to not dig his claws into her flesh, delicately massaging them, and leaning down to lick one of her nipples. The volume of her whimpers went to a medium level, and he kept up with the action, making sure he never stopped caressing them. Gamora dug her toes into the sheets, unable to contain the warm lust that kept building. In spite of the fact that he didn't want to interrupt the good start of their intimacy, strong alertness came to him when he couldn't remember if the door was still open. He still rubbed her chest but turned his head to see it indeed wasn't. A mild panic went through his body, not wanting to stop this sexy session, but knowing he had to take care of it. This was already an out of place event, and they didn't need the other idiots to stumble upon, or at the least, hear this very unusual situation. He started to question it himself but skipped past the thought. If he didn't do it soon, she would likely notice, and that could potentially put an end to it.

There wasn't much room for thinking when it came to something like this. Any type of shame didn't have room for a time like now. He figured his next few actions would probably impress her. He stopped massaging, gave her a lively smooch, and planted his legs on the sides of her waist. He then performed a backflip that landed him above the panel next to the door. He quickly pressed a few keys, and the door locked shut, while a blue force field appeared over every part of the quarters. He flexed his knees and jumped back onto her stomach. Gamora was stunned, looking at him with shock.

I installed soundproofing in every room. Drax snores. he plainly stated.

Gamora stared at him for a few seconds before laughing loudly. They continued with surging passion. Any worry that could obstruct was now gone, and it showed with his member erecting before him and her. The yellow-eyed woman showed her excitement by abruptly shoving it into her mouth. The arousal rushed his blood, a good deal of it increasing the girth of his cock in her mouth. She didn't gag and slid her fat tongue around the shaft of it.

As suddenly as she did with his member, she did it with his ass too. It hurt a bit, but in a very pleasant way. It felt even better when she rammed his penis into her mouth back and forth. He felt awkward not knowing where to put his hands, not wanting to put them on her head. He felt like it was degrading to her as a person, and what's more, it would ruin the rapid cadence she was perfectly executing. He needed to steady himself, the sexual longing overriding his thinking brain. He gently placed his forepaws over her hands. She didn't protest the move, and he tried to match her rhythm. His testicles started to swell with seed, and he held it back. He grunted with a tiny moan. Gamora slid her mouth over his knob for another minute and then nimbly removed it. Her hands slid up his back, and she wrapped her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down with just a tinge of force. His erection pressed onto her lower stomach, his balls just above the lips of her pussy. She kissed his abs and laid back, her hands once again going behind the pillow.

She sighed deeply, raised the cybernetic lines that formed what could be called her eyebrows up and down, saying, What are you waiting for? I gave you the 'mating signal' a long while ago. Her ability to maintain her sense of humor in this set of circumstances made him appreciate doing it with her. Don't be afraid of using those claws either. If I can handle the toughest criminals in the galaxy, then a few scratches are nothing, she added, spreading her legs a little, and bringing her knees up.

Truthfully, he didn't know why he was being so gentlemanly. It took years for him to get even close to someone, and it felt so easy with her. He presumed it was the kindred fondness he sensed between them. That type of understanding was hard to come by, and the alcohol obviously sped it along. He didn't want to attribute blame for the latter reason. They appeared to be veterans of the activity, so they had grown past the immature excuse. They always knew what they were doing, even in this state. He focused, not wanting to lose his ideal boner.

He carefully placed his hind legs in between the space she made with her legs. He circled his short arms around her sizable thighs and penetrated her deeply. She let out a deep howl when he did. Her hands immediately clutched the metal headboard and moved with his beat. He dug his claws in further, causing her to stick her hips out. This reaction made him go rock hard, and he started to thrust with a crazed frenzy. All of their personal implants began to react in sync. It was lighting up their bodies and the room with their fast movements. Her wailing ceased when an intense orgasm was set off. He was able to probe her further with the extra lubrication, and his climax riled up as well. The glows of their transplants shining brightest as they finished their near exemplary intercourse.

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Gamora bit a chunk out of her gamma donut, feeling half-starved from the previous night's unforeseen bout of exercise. She also felt slightly cruddy from the light hangover she had. The nanomachines were working a bit of overtime to cure the physical ailments, but she dialed its effectiveness back to avoid any suspicion of why it would be that way. She doubted Star-Munch or Drax would notice, but it didn't hurt to take precautions. In fact, they looked rougher than she did. She was relieved she sat out the three-day long battle because it would add to the overall shitty feeling. She chose to not participate due to the recently established grind getting to her.

Sure, the missions varied, but it made her see how she'd been avoiding the leftover feelings from being a tool of Thanos. At first, she dived into it feet first. Although they worked as a somewhat functional team, she loved being able to make her own decisions. That usually conflicted with their leader, but he usually relented to her expertise. They were hunting remnants of Ronan's forces, and while battling them about a week ago, she found herself beating the hell out of a grunt unnecessarily.

The big minion reminded her of her adopted father and the history of horrid abuse he dealt to her psyche. Drax and Peter had to pull her off the horribly beaten man, making his face look almost unrecognizable. After the incident, Star-Lord ordered her to stay on the ship, and she disagreed. He later attempted to comfort her with a bad pickup line, but that ended up solidifying her short break. He caught her at the wrong time and reminding her of the million times males disappointed her didn't help with the repressed issues. The time alone didn't serve any helpful purpose with her sorting it out. It brought back horrible memories of what she was trying to work through.

The major PTSD made her experience it over and over again. She tried to busy herself with various activities. She did her regular