Short Circuit
_Author's Notes:
This is my third story uploaded to the site, and I think I might be getting the hang of this. I still need to work on my word repetition, but I'm making steps in the right direction. As usual, please e-mail me with your comments!
By the way, it would be really cool if an artist would be willing to do an illustration based on this story, or any of mine- treat this as sort of a standing request? I could be convinced to attempt to trade story-for-art, although I can't say I'll do so well at writing with other peoples' characters; it's not something I've done before. But there's a first time for everything!
As usual, this story is extremely explicit pornography and should not be viewed by minors or those who are morally opposed to such. Pretend there's some sort of disclaimer here._
He was examining every readout, every indicator to try to find out what the system was doing. Amidst a cacophony of buzzers and sirens, Torru was surprisingly calm, methodically checking off lights and warning signs from the touch-input computer he was carrying. He had to bend down to check some of the more inconvenient indicators, his serpentine neck more than flexible enough to make the task easy, despite he rigid steel of his scales. All he saw were more red indicators, more blinking lights.
He reached the bottom of his list, every possible element checked. He reached for the device at his waist, pressed a button. His communicator headset gave a chirp of acknowledgement, ready for his communication to the only other person on the space station.
"I can't find anything wrong, Aya."
"Okay!" Shortly after her cheerful voice sounded over the radio, the sirens stopped, the lighting returned to normal, all the alarms had reset. "Alarm system test complete."
Still on the ground, the recently-completed Space Station ZQB-Gamma was under inspection by its two lead designers, Aya Nihann and Torru Segala. The tests were encouraging so far: the only serious failure so far had been in the drink synthesis machine. (No matter what instructions it was given, it dispensed a fluid almost entirely but not quite unlike tea.) Testing was still at an early stage, however; just the preliminary technical tests they were doing would take months to complete, and because the safety of the thousands who would eventually live on the huge station would be at stake, the more mundane tests, conducted by hundreds of lower-level engineers, would take two years once they even started.
The testing work was no less interesting or exciting to Aya than the design of the craft itself. She was excited, thrilled at doing this- maybe she would begin to feel bored in a few more months, but in the meantime, she was still happy about watching her design, her creation, constructed and coming to life--and with a few exceptions, working perfectly. So far.
Trusting her copper scales to be more than protective enough should the system malfunction, Aya didn't take any particular precautions as she wandered into one of the station's many social areas--this one was equipped with several arcade machines and a pool table. It wasn't the room itself that had her interest so much as the fact that she was standing on the wall. The gravity generators on the craft had no reason to be aligned with each other, so "down" could change several times along the course of a quick walk between points of the station. This was one of those places where the ship's definition of "down" wasn't agreeing with planet Lkassu's definition of "down", leading to the perfect place to test the gravity system. The dragoness started to brace for landing on the floor, but didn't limit her posture too much; she had no way of being entirely sure that the system would work as planned, after all.
Her communicator twittred. "All right, Aya, you seem to be in position. I'm at the secondary control panel for that region of the craft. Are you ready for me to turn the artificial gravity on?"
"Go ahead, I'm ready to fall." Her wings were half-spread as she replied to the other dragon, preparing herself for a landing in any direction.
With a klunk... whirrrr it felt like the world twisted under her, and she fell as "down" abruptly became "sideways". Landing with a less-than-graceful thud, she picked herself up off the surface she landed on and replied over her communicator. Her cheerful mood was now tinged with frustration. "Damn it, that's a negative." She was glad to have braced herself for landing on the ceiling. "Somebody probably put the inertial flux diode in backwards; I'm falling up. It's the first thing to check. Can you shut the system back down?"
Torru sighed, his metal tail clanking against the floor as it began to thrash irritably from side to side. "Right, powering down now." Aya landed much more gracefully as she fell back to the wall, with nothing unexpected about her direction of travel. Torru spoke again. "Since you fell backwards from what you were planning on, are you okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine." The irritation in her voice was not as sharp as that of her shipmate. "I also know where to look if it is that diode. It's easy to reverse it if it was put in backwards. I'm going to go after it- there's a hatch here to get into the wiring of the ship." She had, in fact, already unlocked and opened the hatch; she'd furled her wings to fit in as she began to climb into it. "At least it's difficult to screw up an access door."
Torru, despite his frustration, laughed. "I told the manufacturer that they should make those things have asymmetrical connectors, but of course they didn't listen. And anything that someone can mis-install, they will mis-install!"
"That's pretty much the way things go, isn't it?" After her wings were pressed to her back, Aya had little trouble navigating her serpentine body into the narrow accessway. After a short crawl, she found herself at the back of one of the technician access regions of the station. Older spacecraft did the bulk of the wiring inside the walls, between the rooms, and above the ceiling, with high-powered components in hazardously random arrangements based entirely on where they'd fit. Technicians needed a map just to find the access panels, and quite a bit of agility to squirm into the wiring. With technician access regions, entire rooms- locked away with sealed hatches to keep curious nontechnical personnel from damaging anything- were used for cabling and components, leaving plenty of room to manuver.
The new design was Aya's idea. As she stood on the narrow walkway, ladders on all sides preventing the construction of guardrails, and contemplated the gigantic two-story tangle of wiring, blinking lights, circuit boards, and warning signs, she couldn't help but rethink it. Rembembering the painful sprained wing she'd received navigating the crawlways of the DRL-Omega, she decided that this was at least an incremental improvement. The wiring was no less of a tangled mess, a network of power cords and data cables zigzagging in a dense, color-coded mesh that completely obscured the floor. The ladders at the side of the circular walkway could, theoretically, allow her to reach anywhere- with a good grip.
"According to your locator, you're in the tech room now." Torru's frustration quickly gave way to concentration as he scrutinized the wiring diagrams, not yet loaded into the computing systems. "It's sector P of the ship, so that's going to be somewhere in the quadrant away from and to the left of the door. It's going to be surrounded by bright blue wiring from and to it, and you should see the signals for the main power conduits glowing behind it. I'll try to get you more information as I find the right map."
Quickly navigating around the ring-shaped platform, she leaned down to peer over the edge. "Don't worry about it, I see it." Secure and certain in her balance, she climbed onto the nearest ladder and pushed the "Extend" button. The rails on which the free-swinging metal chain ladder was mounted slid outward from the platform until she had positioned herself almost directly over the component. Moving the ladder back in to give herself room to work, she linked the safety harness on her uniform to the top rung of the ladder and began her descent. "I'm climbing down to it now."
"All right, no hurry. Take your time. You've connected your catch line up, right?" Torru wasn't particularly concerned; Aya had done this sort of thing many times before. It was routine by now- their final check of the space station was required in large part because the technicians and engineers who assembled it were somewhat error-prone. The team designing the tech room ladder system, however, were the best engineers they had; it's the only technical malfunction that the two researchers were not able to risk.
"Of course, don't worry!" The strong cable held fast to the top rung of the ladder as Aya lowered herself. Her metal scales clanked against the steel bars as she climbed down, her talons curling around each smooth step as she carefully lowered herself. Her pace slowed as she moved farther down, farther away from the support point of the ladder; its swinging motions grew larger as she moved. She was careful about her climbing, but she still had several feet to go when she discovered the one component of the rig system not sufficiently tested.
The arms holding the ladder off the edge of the walkway were checked against the weight of both of the metal dragons, their heavy scales giving them enough mass to be worth special consideration in the construction. Things that would support them would very likely hold up under the stress of space travel, so even places the two lead scientists were not expected to be were tested against their weight. The ladder arms were proven to be supportive of Torru's weight, plus the weight of the ladder, plus eighty pounds.
Unfortunately, the inertia of the swinging ladder was more than eighty pounds. The metal arms did not break, but they gave way. Right at the least stable part of a backswing, the ladder jerked as the formerly-straight supports took on a 45-degree angle.
Torru was out of his chair and racing for Sector P as soon as he heard Aya's scream, loud and clear over the communicator, as she lost her grip.
The communication abruptly stopped as the communicator was destroyed by a massive power surge when Aya fell straight into the cabling below, ripping a main power line against her suit and finding her metal back in direct contact with the bare, stripped wire. She became part of the ship's electrical circuitry, thousands of amps of current running across her as she realized that a "safety" cable cheerfully willing to extend as long as it needed to without an early catch mechanism was of little use in her current situation.
The heavy dragoness ripped through layer after layer of cable, spinning and twisting as different cords caught different parts of her. A computer data cable wrapped around the end of her tail while she found the broken end of a power cable entangled with her right arm- and the other side of it along her left arm. The strong electrical current slammed over her entangled, helpless body, her thrashing only serving to get her entangled more thoroughly, trapped in a huge electrical shock, the metal cable of the safety line conducting the electricity to the ladder she had been on.
Torru barely slowed down as he ran across the large space station, only halfway to sector P. He felt like a fool for staying on the opposite end of the ship- Aya had gotten hurt, and he was too far to help. It's where he needed to be for the last test, and it was his makeshift office for the project, on the bridge of the craft. He had no reason to expect that Aya would get in trouble, but he still felt like he should have been able to react more quickly as he ran towards Aya's section of the ship.
Aya shook her head, shaking off some of the dizziness from her rapid, unplanne descent. Looking to her left, she saw a bundle of light blue wires meeting at a component- behind it, a panel of some form that would normally have been lit up and giving useful information, but its power cable had been severed. She had to laugh as she found herself too entangled in the power line still putting massive current across her body to reach for the troublesome diode and reverse it- but she wasn't too worried, because she knew Torru would be coming after her in a few minutes. She reflected that it was, yet again, another case where just being a metal dragon had saved her- admittedly, because she tended to be reckless, knowing her natural protection.
More than Aya's scales were made of copper. Copper infused every inch of her flesh, and her blood was green. The element that suffused every part of her body and ensured she would never make it through a metal detector conducted the electricity cleanly, letting it flow through her, and doing little harm- her nervous system was not prone to electrical shock. It had little effect on her, just as it would have had very little effect on Torru. Immunity to electrical shock was one of the reasons that metal dragons often recieved extensive training as technicians; they had the safest chance at the job.
Electrical shock had little effect on metal dragons, and nothing harmful, but it was still disruptive. The exact reaction of a metal dragon to electrical shock depended on the individual- it had no effect on some, caused genius flashes of creativity and insight in others, induced strange and trance-like states of consciousness in others. Some found mood changes, and others found other physiological responses.
Aya had never received such a large electrical shock before, so she was slightly surprised and more than a little amused as she discovered that for her, it did nothing so much as cause extreme sexual arousal.
Torru reached for his flashlight as he entered Sector P. Suspecting that Aya may have been in a predicament such as the one she was actually in, he paused to obtain and wear a set of insulated boots and gloves. Clumsy, but essential if she was caught in electrical wiring- he didn't know how he'd respond to electrical shock, but it probably wouldn't help the task at hand. He carried the flashlight with him, but he knew the layout of the ship fairly well, so the lack of lighting was of little detriment as he found his way to the open access panel.
He sniffed the air a few times as he climbed up to it. The smell of ozone was enough to tell him there was definitely a major electrical discharge- the non-conductive gloves were the right way to go. There was something else in the air he couldn't quite identify, though- it was like some part of him knew exactly what it was, it just wasn't going to tell his conscious mind. Shrugging it off and figuring it was probably a side effect of electrifying a dragon, he headed for the walkway.
Aya heard the clanking of Torru's footsteps long before he came into view. "Torru, I'm- uuhhhh!- over here! Right next to the damn diode, but- oooh- I can't quite reach it. Can you help me out of this?"
Torru quickened his pace as he replied. "I hear you, I think I know where you are!" The dim emergency lighting was enough for him to see by, so he left his flashlight at the accessway. But as he approached her, the scent he couldn't quite identify became more distinct and familiar. "Uhm, Aya, are you all right? You took out all the lights in the sector; I know you're getting shocked. Is that having some sort of... uh, physiological effect on you?" His professionalism left little space for interpersonal embarassment, but he found himself experiencing some anyway.
Aya laughed. "Yes, and I'm right tangled up. Urrgh- yes, apparently high levels of electric shock make me horny. There are worse fates!" She caught sight of Torru as he walked along the pathway towards here. "Much worse fates. You're really sexy, you know that?"
Torru's relief that she wasn't hurt did nothing to alleviate his embarssment. "Uhm... buh... You're in an altered state of consciousness at the moment, I'll get you out of there as soon as I can." His stuttering earned another laugh from Aya as he attached his safety line to the walkway, and began climbing down the cable rather than the ladder that had obviously not served its purpose. It would take a great deal of manuvering to reach his shipmate. "Although at least you're not in distress, and I appreciate the compliment." He sincerely did, and he observed to himself that she was an attractive example of her own kind. Then he wondered how much the pheremones he noted in the air had affected him already.
The state of Aya's jumpsuit didn't make Torru's predicament any easier. The metal cables she hit during the fall left it in tatters, and there was nothing to obscure her slit, wet and swollen with the electrically-induced lust she was experiencing. Torru was doing his best not to notice and failing miserably. It was all he could do to keep his mind on the task at hand, not on Aya's vulnerable and willing state. Despite her lack of distress about the situation, she did the best she could to try to pull herself out of the tangled wires. She pulled her right leg down and towards her, twisting to the side to pull it out of a loop- and abruptly found herself unsupported. Not entirely surprised by the turn of events, she didn't even bother to scream as she flipped over, the tangled cabilng forcing her to contemplate the ground below- and encouraging Torru to contemplate her tail and shapely rear. Her arms flailed within the tangle of cord, the bare ends keeping her part of the ship's circuitry. "Ugh!" There was an irritated edge to her voice. "I'm not sure which has me more frustrated. Being stuck like this, or being so turned on like this and having absolutely nothing I can do about it." Torru couldn't see her grin, but he heard the change of tone in her voice. "You can help me out with both parts when you manage to get over here."
Abruptly struck by the ridiculousness of the entire situation, it was all Torru could to to keep control of his safety line as he burst out laughing. He couldn't control his own attention, however, and found his eyes drawn to his shipmate's round buttocks and agile tail as she continued to try in vain to free herself from the snarl of cables. "Damn it, Aya, I'm trying to be professional here." He was grinning. "You're not making it any easier for me to concentrate! Your pheremones are distracting enough. I know what the electricity's doing to you, but can you keep it under control?" Torru continued his descent as he felt more secure in his grip, releasing the cable holding him to the walkway only slowly as he descended towards, then slightly below, Aya's level. The scent of an aroused dragoness hung in the air, leading Torru to a slightly different form of frustration- not Aya's frustration of being aroused and unable to do anything about it, but of becoming aroused and not being able to stop it when he needed to concentrate on the task at hand. Locking his safety line at the length he had extended it to, he began to shift his body weight side to side, his carefully-timed movements causing his support cable to swing in wider and wider arcs as he approached his crewmate. "Anyway, just hang on, I can almost get to you."
"I don't think I have much of a choice but to hang on!" She struggled again in the tangle. "I'd probably be doing better at controlling my reaction, here, except you're much too attractive for me to want to. Whoa!" As her weight shifted, she found herself flipped over again, now more entangled than before; a cord was now wrapped entirely around her body, binding her wings to her back. "Maybe I better give up on this whole 'flailing around' business. I don't think it's getting me anywhere. I think I'll just wait for you to come to me..."
"Probably the best strategy, since I'm almost there." Torru's next swing took him within inches of Aya's now-relaxed tail, his concentration on the task at hand temporarily overriding the effects of the pheremones. "Sorry about this..." His next swing gave him just enough distance, and he let the cable out another foot and a half- just enough to drop face-down with a clank! right onto Aya. With a careful grab of his rope and the cables surrounding her, entangling her, he barely managed to avoid touching her with bare scales and finding himself potentially incapacitated. He still didn't know how he'd respond to electric shock.
"Oof! No problem, you didn't hurt anything." Torru had landed heavily, with most of his weight on Aya, but her metal hide easily protected her from the impact. "And I certainly don't mind having you pressed up against me." Despite her previous resolution to stop thrashing, she did her best to slide her nude hips against his jumpsuit- in case he could feel her motion through the fabric.
He could.
Trying his best to ignore her attentions, he had no choice but to remain carefully pressed to her as he took stock of how she was entangled. "Probably good, because this might take a while. Let's see, that-"
Aya interrupted. "I don't mind if this takes a while if you keep touching me like this... rwrrrr." Her grinding motions against his cloth-covered waist were about the limit of her freedom of movement, but she was using it. "Or in other ways. Actually, I can think of a lot of other ways I'd enjoy... right now." The electricity continued to buzz through her body. All she could feel of it was a slight tingling sensation, but she felt it driving her mad with desire- she knew it was an artifact of the electricity, but she didn't care; she wanted out, but more than that, she wanted the dragon on top of her, unable to touch her. The sensation of the current running through her felt like a manifestation of desire made tangible as she continued to grind against him. "You know you want me... Take a little break. Stop resisting."
Without the immediate need for concentration his Tarzan-like performance had offered him moments before, Torru abruptly found himself subject to her words, actions, and natural chemical signals. Thoughts of sex pushed their way into his consciousness despite his valiant efforst to ignore them. "I... I do want you, Aya, but... arrgh!" He shook his head quickly, as if it would throw the intrusive concepts right out of his mind. It didn't work. "I've got to work on this... duty comes first. I can't take advantage of you like this, and I can't leave you trapped. That loop around your neck should be the first one I can take off." Quickly finding something to focus on, he shifted his position to get a grip on that section of cable, one gloved hand supporting him against Aya's flat, reptilian chest as the other began untwisting the tangled cable. Without even thinking about it, he wrapped his legs around her waist- and abruptly found himself distracted again as another gyration of Aya's hips had his thoughts on the sensations.
"Oh, I can think of plenty of other things I'd love for you to take off. What does electricity do to you, anyway?" She winked at him as her motions pressed her dripping sex to his jumpsuit again, and felt him beginning to respond. "Maybe now's the time to find out. That uniform seems to be rather binding on you. Maybe you should slip out of it?" Some part of her knew that it was probably a better idea to try to control all this, to stop distracting Torru as best she could, and leave him to his work, but she wasn't really listening to that part. Lust was driving her, and the frustration it was causing her was becoming too much to bear with this strong, attractive dragon pressed right up next to her. Plus, it was fun.
The only immediate reply that Torru could think of to give was a whimper. He felt his ridged member begin to slide out of its sheath, press agianst the flexible fabric of his jumpsuit- he was not in the habit of wearing underpants, but he was starting to wish he had done so this morning. There was really nothing he could do about his own responses as he felt himself humping back against Aya, his hips moving in ways that paralleled hers as he felt himself slip into a sort of trance, overtaken by the pheremones and the dragoness' words. A low hiss escaped his maw as he enjoyed the sensations, as the gloved hand against her chest, blocked further by her mostly-tattered jumpsuit, began gently stroking her. It was a minute or two before he realized what he was doing- he tried to clear his head again, leaned forward to finish untangling the cabling around Aya's neck. "I... uhm... this... I'll just do what I... mrrr... get you out of here-" His attempts to focus only on the task at hand and to ignore the sensations from his crotch telling him that he should be doing exactly what Aya was suggesting only served to put his attention where he didn't want it. But he manged to unloop the cable from Aya's neck, slid it off around her snout, allowing her long, serpentine neck to move freely again.
"Do that, sure, but get yourself out of that jumpsuit." She grinned as she felt his member pressing against her, through the fabric of his suit. "It seems like it's distinctly uncomfortable for you." She trailed off as she manuvered her neck to help Torru unwrap the cord, then- with freedom of movement restored to her head- moved her snout up to face him. "And that cord was distinctly uncomfortable for me. Thank you so much for removing it." Then, in one quick motion, her muzzle was pressed against his as she kissed him.
Current flowed.
Torru wasn't sure if the buzzing sensation he felt throughout his body was a result of the electricity he was now as subject to as Aya, or if it was simply the feeling of desire rushing through his veins as Aya's forked tongue pressed its way into his mouth. His resolve already weakned from her pheremones, all he could do was slide his tongue against hers, around her mouth, tasting her saliva, feeling the crackle of energy as sparks jumped between them. He felt passion and lust mixing in his veins, overthrowing his mind, as he leaned on his helpless, bound shipmate even more, pressing his tongue into her mouth--
A brief, fleeting moment of clarity was all he needed to pull himself abruptly away. Aya just giggled. "See? I know you know the way to really help me out right now. Why don't you just focus on that?" She winked at him, but he wasn't entirely paying attention. Instead, he was suddenly very aware of himself- focused on every aspect of his body, able to control his movements perfectly. He felt like his dexterity had suddenly increased a thousandfold. Untangling Aya wouldn't be any problem at all. He realized that this was probably an effect of the electricity, and he'd probably have to experiment on it in the future.
"Aya, the electricity is making you irrational like this, but it gave me focus- I should be able to get you out of here in no time. It's like my body is suddenly responding perfectly to my mind- dexterity isn't even a consideration, I've got perfect control of my motions. It's like I'm more 'with' my body than ever... I know that makes no sense."
Aya grinned. "A lot of things today make no sense. Like your focus on untangling me on this when I've got another predicament I'd much prefer you focused on." She ground her hips against his again.
Torru abruptly felt and realized that this added body-sense was a two-way street, and the pheremones suddenly hit him full-force again as the sensation of Aya's crotch rubing against his shot like a lightning bolt into his mind. Without thinking, he began to caress Aya's back, his consciousness absorbed into the pleasure he felt from having his chest pressed against hers, feeling her sleek, powerful musculature even through the tattered remains of her jumpsuit with his gloved hands. That situation didn't last long as he removed his gloves, dropped them with little interest in where they'd land. A steel claw ripped at the material of Aya's jumpsuit, sparks flying between her back and his now-unprotected hand as he began to remove the little that was left of her damaged attire. He quickly stripped her upper body of the fabric, discarding it carelessly as he pressed himself to her, his jumpsuit the only thing keeping the metal scales of his chest from sliding against hers in a suddenly-passionate embrace. "Rrrhhhsss... I think you've got me."
Aya gasped out a long moan of pleasure and lust as she felt his hands sliding against her body, removing much of what was left of her clothes, caressing her directly. She tried to press her chest back against Torru's, wanting to feel the sensations of it sliding against him- but only caused herself and Torru to swing slightly in the tangle of wires. All she could really do was gyrate her hips as best she could, feeling how rigid his member was within his uniform. She brought her snout up again, felt the mild stinging of electricity jumping from her face to his as pleasurable as she nuzzled against him. Her forked tongue flicked out, slid against his cheek as sparks flew, the metal that defined every part of her body even suspended within the flesh of her softer regions causing the electrical shock to have no more effect on her tongue than anything else. "Mmmmhhhh... I was wondering what it would take, but... unnhh, you're just teasing me!"
Torru's right hand slid off of Aya's back, around to his own neck- he found the clasp and zipper holding his jumpsuit on his body, and quickly opened it, pulled it down to his waist, pulled his arms out. He held himself balanced atop the dragoness by wrapping his legs around her waist, groaning with sensual pleasure as he felt his thick rod rubbing against Aya's nether regions, constrained by his attire. His original plan was to simply remove his own jumpsuit, dropping it to the ground below for later retrieval- but he didn't have that option. The hard metal belt around his waist, attached to his safety line, was the only reasonable method he had to pull himself and Aya back up to the walkway above. He opened the clasps around the top of his wings, the fabric now loose off his upper body as he decided that jumpsuits were inexpensive, plentiful, and replacable, and proceeded to use his sharp metal talons to separate the portion of his jumpsuit attached to the safety harness from the remainder. Aya was all but whimpering with lust as she felt his oddly coordinated, somehow acrobatic movements atop her body, as he stripped himself and threw the remainder of his jumpsuit off, not even caring if he would retrieve it later.
All this motion and pressure against her, all without the sensations she was consumed with desire for, only drove her frustrated desire to stronger, more intense levels. The slick fluids flowing from her slit coated Torru's penis, no longer encumbered by a layer of fabric. Something about the blend of fluids- her lubricant, his pre- seemed to have rather conductive properties. The buzzing, pleasurable sensation of the electricity running through both of them was stronger there, as Torru slid his seven-inch length against her swollen, dripping vulva. Aya curled her neck upwards to take a look at that which she so badly wanted in her. The sight of his thick shaft, adorned with a set of horizontal ridges, pressed against her and dripping with the desire she knew he had to be feeling only made her want it more. His phallus, just as with every other part of his body, had as much metal in it as everything else- it was silver in color, but it was an alloy of iron that gave it that shade.
But all Torru was doing with it was teasing her! Sparks crackled as he again manuvered himself to lay against his shipmate, the metal scales of his now-bare chest pressed warmly, intimately to Aya's. His hands were again around her, carressing her, exploring her back as best he could around the cables still holding her in place. He paid careful attention to what motions of his made Aya squirm, gasp abruptly with the sensations, and moan with lust into his ear. "Aaagh! Torru, please, just... mnhhh, just take me! I want you, I... I can't think, I just... please!" There was no room left in her mind for reason, rational thought, or complete sentences. All she had was lust and sensation, fueled by the electricity buzzing through her body, but now more by the skillful manipulations of Torru's hands.
He whispered into her ear. "Rrrhhhss... Why so impatient, sweet dragoness? I will have you, but for now, I touch you..." The scent of Aya's pheremones had driven him to this point, but he wanted to tease her, to make her lust so badly over him. He wanted to explore the new physical acuity he felt, discovering how effectively he could make Aya respond to his simple touch, finding her sensitive spots- there under a wing, there near the back of her neck, there with his tongue under her chin.
She gasped and shuddered and whimpered and moaned under his expert manipulation, helpless to do anything to speed him along. She found herself struggling against the cables entangling her, running their current through her, not to try to get free so much as to try to be able to touch Torru, to guide him, to act on her lust- but she felt helpless to do anything as the strong metal cords held her firmly in place. Unable to free herself, unable to get what she so badly desired, unable to get control of her mind- the cords had somehow managed to restrain much more than her body. Resigning herself to the situation, she just let herself feel all the pleasure that Torru would give- and even with his hard, leaking, throbbing member only teasing her entrance, refusing to push itself in, she gave herself over to his touch and realized just how great that pleasure was. Well beyond the point of words, she released a long, slow hiss of pleasure as Torru's body slid sensuously against hers, as she felt his hands caress and massage the muscles of her back and wings in all the right ways, his skilled touch somehow easing the soreness she had started to feel from her own tension against the unstable supports.
Torru persisted with his passionate motions, sliding his body against hers, gliding his hands over her body. He felt her begin to relax, give herself over to the pleasure, but he could still feel her trembling with lust and desire for him. He could feel much the same in himself- her pheremones were accumulating in his system, his raw desire beginning to reach levels he could no longer satisfy with only the wonderful sensations of her body under his, the pleasure in finding where she was most sensitive. He pressed his snout to hers, and she eagerly pressed her tongue into his mouth, another passionate kiss as he curled his tail against hers, partially around hers, aligning his hips with hers... The tip of his shaft pressed lightly, teasingly at her entrance, his pre flowing into her as if she wasn't providing enough of her own lubricants anyway.
Her lips pressed against his as she suckled on his tongue, her own probing into his maw, stimulating him, tasting him in the shared passion. She tried to move her hips forward, to take his member into her body- she succeeded in pressing him to her more firmly, almost entering her, but still just teasing her as she felt him embrace her tightly, pressing his lean, muscular body so firmly to hers. She wanted him beyond all reason, but she knew she didn't have long to wait- she let herself be overtaken by the intimate, passionate kiss, Torru now no longer interested in stopping it. The current from the electrical cabling that bound her so thoroughly flowed through her body and his, now another form of pleasure, a buzzing sensation in every part of her being that was more stimulation. Aya idly wondered how much better it could possibly get than this, and knew she would very soon find out as she gasped again, feeling Torru's member pressing into her...
He didn't break the kiss as he released a low, deep, long groan of pleasure as he pressed his hips forward. Aya's hot, tight, wet nether regions were stretched open by the dragon's shaft, jolts of pleasure shooting through both of them as each ridge was pressed into her warm folds. His motion was slow and patient as he penetrated her, savoring every moment of the incredible sensations. His hands carressed her back firmly, massaging her wingbases, kneading her muscles, sliding over her copper scales as he kissed her with even more passion, his mouth working against hers in an erotic dance.
Aya cried out with the wonderful sensations as her desire finally began to get fulfilled, as she felt Torru's crotch pressed tightly, warmly against hers as he hilted himself completely inside her. She strained against the cables holding her before she realized she had no way to embrace him, hold him to her- but he was doing a good enough job of that, somehow knowing all the right places to touch as the passionate, deep kiss continued and sparks jumped between their bodies. Her hips ground against his; she moved her crotch against his as best she could, the sensation of contact enhancing the vast pleasure overtaking her mind from just having him inside of her. Another drawn-out moan escaped her lips, still within her kiss, as Torru pulled his hips back, taking himself out of her to begin a second thrust.
Each ridge of his thick, reflective shaft brought another jolt of pleasure through Aya as it bumped against her clitoris, adding to the waves of sensation already flowing through her body from Torru's dextrous touch. His tail slid against hers, then curled back to stroke at her firm, round buttocks, violet sparks jumping between them as the current continued to wreak its sensual havoc upon their minds. The vibrations of Torru's voice as he let a low, satisfied growl into the kiss added to the pleasure Aya was already feeling from the sensations of his tongue playing against hers. As he pressed himself back into her for a second thrust, his arms wrapped firmly around her, around her wings bound with the wiring of the ship, a firm and passionate embrace.
To Aya, the feeling of his tongue pressing against hers, his arms squeezing her so perfectly, his slick maleness gliding against the walls of her slit all blended together into one incredible wave of pleasure. She finally broke the kiss as Torru began to pull himself out of her hot, wet, spasming passage again, taking the chance to try to catch her breath and then apply her tongue to the underside of his steel snout. The attention of her tongue seemed to inspire him to change the slow, sensual pace he had set to a faster, firmer one- lust driving his motions as his shaft pressed in and out of her passage, the sensations of pleasure washing over him with every motion, every touch against the copper dragoness' sleek, smooth body.
A blend of her fluids and his dripped out from her sex, over his member, fell to the floor so far below. Torru's moderately-paced thrusts were pure ecstacy for both of them, every sensation they felt just another form of pleasure- even the pull of the cords tightly wrapped around Aya's legs, arms, and body felt like a mechanical embrace, the electrical buzz through both of them blending with the phenomenal plesaure they shared with their touch. Aya's tight passage shuddered and spasmed around Torru's cock as his rhythm increased, his former slow and gentle sensuality washed away in a flood of pleasure and lust. He pumped into her, his arms holding the dragoness tightly to him, the smooth scales of his chest pressing and sliding against hers as his energetic motions caused both of them to swing back and forth in the unstable tangle of cabling.
Torru's passionate pace, the sensation of his body so close agianst hers, the gentle swing of the cables that bound her all joined to bring Aya to an amazing height of pleasure. Her snout was yanked away from that of her partner as her climax flooded through her body, overwhelming her mind with the fantastic pleasure. Her passage clenched against Torru's thick, ridged member, and he momentarily paused in his thrusts, but even with all the phenomenal sensations coursing through his body, he wasn't done. As Aya roared out her draconic pleasure in her orgasm, Torru increased the pace of his thrusts, his metal hips clanking against hers as his rod assaulted her body. He held to her almost convulsively, his legs sliding against hers as he did everything he could to keep her pleasure at its peak for as long as possible.
The new physical acuity and intuition Torru felt was guiding him well. Aya's incredible pleasure flooded her mind, her senses overloading with the sensations and leaving her awash in nothing but the incredible sensations of sex. Torru knew just where to touch her, just how to hold her, just how to move himself, to draw her climax out as long as possible, and he was using that knowledge. Watching and feeling the incredible experience his partner was having under him drove Torru to even greater pleasure himself as the ridges of his metallic cock rubbed directly against Aya's swollen clit.
It was only some form of exhaustion that finally pulled Aya out of her orgasm, to find that she was still entangled in the cables- and entangled in Torru. She shook her head a few times to clear it, tried to catch her breath- then found her mouth promptly met by that of her shipmate as he took her into another passionate kiss, his tongue again exploring her mouth, and as her mind started to return to her she realized that despite the fantastic orgasm she had just experienced, Torru's energetic, passionate motion felt every bit as wonderful as it had, and it couldn't take long before she would reach a second orgasm... She eagerly returned the kiss, her muzzle pressing back against his as she let him work his body against hers, take her so completely.
Torru's mind floated in the incredible sensations as he thrust into her again and again, his rhythm driven by lust, pleasure, an impossible sense of connection with his body letting him feel this more than anything he had experienced before. Instinct and intuition drove him as his hands firmly, passionately carressed Aya's back, as his tongue writhed against hers, as sparks jumped between them while their bodies pressed together, slid against each other, as his tail continued its firm massage of his shipmate's rear.
Aya's prediction that her second orgasm would come quickly was soon proven accurate. The continued motions of the dragon on top of her drove her to another climax, the spike of pleasure somehow even stronger than the previous one that had so totally enveloped her mind. But this time, the convulsions of her restrained form, her slit clutching around Torru's maleness, and his own accumulated pleasure finally brought the steel dragon to his own orgasm. Ropes of his thick, hot seed spurted deeply into her body as he roared with pleasure, now knowing what sensations had driven Aya to such a reaction just minutes before. He hilted himself firmly within her, one last time, and his mind lost its grip on its sense of time, space, anything but the pleasure and the sensations of the still-entangled dragoness under him as the phenomenal orgasm washed over him.
Her roar was a higher-pitched echo of his as they shared the pleasre, his thick now spurting into her as his arms clutched at her convlusively, as his snout nuzzled passionately against hers, as they let themselves be drawn into the phenomenal, satisfying climax to their unplanned, uncontrollable encounter. Nothing existed for them except the sensations as their trembling bodies, wracked with the energy of orgasm and electricity both, pressed to each other, as they nuzzled and licked at each other, Torru's load being thrown deeply into his shipmates body...
It only lasted a minute, but to the reptilian lovers, their peak of pleasure felt like it lasted for an immeasurably long time.
Their minds finally returned to reality at approximately the same time. Torru was fatigued, but far from exhausted. He let himself relax against Aya, releasing his tight grip on her and just caressing her gently as she nuzzled against him, as her tongue flicked out against his cheek- she giggled at the sensation as a spark jumped. She did her best to relax herself, to just cuddle against him as best she could within the wires as the calm intimacy washed over her, but even as Torru's member retreated back into his now-messy male slit, she felt the effects of the electricity working through her mind again, only temporarily thwarted, only moderately reduced. She whispered to Torru, the first coherent words spoken for quite some time. "Prrr... you better get me out of here soon, before it all happens again."
"Ah, but would that be so bad a fate?" He winked at her, then licked at her cheek again. "But then, I need some energy left to pull us back out of this. It seems I'll have no choice, however, but to keep pressing myself to you as I untangle you here."
"Such a terrible fate." Even as a combination of his seed and her fluids leaked out of her slit, she made herself relax as best she could, letting him lean on the cable wrapped around her left arm, taking the pressure off it. She flexed her elbow, taking herself mostly out of it, but then grabbed at the cord again to keep her balance as her arm got free.
"Don't worry so much about hanging on. My legs are hanging on to you, and your safety line is still connected. You'll be fine." With that, he went to work untying a knot of cable that had formed aorund her right forearm, his right arm sliding behind her neck to get to it as his body slid against hers. Aya hissed gently, enjoying the sensations of his body moving against hers, even knowing that he wasn't yet ready for more after the previous encounter. With her pheremones still thick in the air, that was the only reason Torru was now able to perform the task he came for. He chuckled at her response to his motions. "And when I get this cable off of you, you're not going to have to be subject to that little side effect more!"
She laughed. "Well, I can't call it an unpleasant effect. I'd say we certainly made a good day out of it. But I don't think I should release the electrical cables and just swing off my safety line so quickly."
Torru was confused. "Why not? I wouldn't have to worry so much about racing against my own body if you let it go."
"Right, but what's the source of this dexterity that's got you untwisting me so quickly?" By now, he was carefully moving the cables around her wings to other portions of her back, then hanging back onto his safety line as Aya rolled herself over, freeing herself from the wiring that had gotten wrapped around her torso. "This is the safer option, even as much as... nnnhhh... it's teasing me. Especially with you focusing there!"
Torru was by now quickly unwrapping knotted, twisted cables from around Aya's legs and waist, focusing his attention to keep himself on task, so close to the goal. "Right, right, you've got a point. I'm nearly-" With a twang, the cable around her right leg released, and she was swinging off her safety line after he freed her left leg as well. "-nearly done. Although this should be an interesting manuver..." He climbed up on his own safety line, letting Aya swing freely from hers as he released his legs from around her waist, then pushed with a three-toed foot to set her spinning, untwisting the cables that had wrapped around her waist. Aya released the power cables she had still been holding on to, and she was free.
The room abruptly darkened as the primary lighting went out.
They knew they were both laughing for the same reason as Aya grabbed for both the cables again, glad she hadn't released them too far. Grabbing the sparking, bare ends, she tied them together in a rough hitch knot just to get them in contact again until they could be replaced. The lights came back up as the circuit was patched.
"All right!" Torru's voice was almost a cheer as he slid back down along his safety line, his embrace around Aya now one of support rather than one of passion. The fall had damaged the motor on Aya's safety equipment, so it could not pull her back to the walkway, but Torru's could take both of them. Holding her tightly to him, he activated the mechanism, and the strong motor started to slowly pull both of them back up.
"Finally, out of that!" She grinned as she nuzzled against him. He pulled his snout back from hers, slightly surprised at her affection. She spoke again before he could. "What, you think being out of the current's making me want you any less? I've been trying to figure out how to flirt with you for months." She winked as she licked at his cheek, no sparks jumping between them this time.
Even Torru's thick steel scales were capable of a flattered blush. "Oh... erm... I suppose that's one way to break the ice." He just held her for a few seconds, confused, thoughts flying through his mind. But then he nuzzled back at her, his forked tongue sliding out against her cheek. "You're still less shy than I am. After all, you're at least admitting it now, while I'm still trying to figure out how to tell you pretty much the same thing." Then his grip on her changed, and it wasn't just a secure hold taking them back up to the walkway, it was a close, affectionate embrace.
She laughed, and gave him a satisfied hiss, and caressed his back. "Isn't luck amusing like that? And y'know, I think I'm going to be making a few modifications to my bed when I get home. Electrified handcuffs sound good."
His laguh echoed hers as his right hand, formerly at the small of her back, slipped down to her rear- not as ideal for carrying her, but a better place to caress and massage, as he began to do. "I'll be glad to help you with that!"
Aya started to reply, but she interrupted herself as some thought suddenly drew her attention. "Wait, reverse the motor, we need to head back down!"
"Huh? What's up?"
"We forgot to reverse the damn flux diode!"