Thier mouths met in a duel of tongues and lips as bodies pressed against each other heat rising from thier naked skin. Flesh against flesh strove together in a dance of mating, one covering the other other, one engulfing the other in a passionate play.

River walked over the bodies that lay strewn like broken dolls at her feet. In her right hand she gripped Boo, now spent of its bullets. In her left hand was a large knife, blood dripping from its shiny blade. The blood came from the bodies she had left in her wake as she made her way through the complex to her goal.

The smell of sweat permeated the air. Old sweat and new sweat combined with the normal smells that were found in the cargo bay. The bench where many hours had been spent in lifting and bonding between two men who were not as different as many believed, was a narrow and hard surface. It pressed against her stomach painfully, but was easily ignored for the rough friction that sent waves of pleasure through her mind and body. Hot breath against the back of her neck, breathing against her ear, powerful lungs like an engine pumping air in and out through the strength of the diaphram sounding like a bellows heating a furnace. The drops of sweat falling against her bare back cooling for an instant her hot skin. Then a sound, a scream of pleasure as he released, warmness spreading inside her as she screamed with him.

The screams coming from further down the corridor hardened her resolve, and when men came with guns to cut her down she moved with swiftness of foreknowledge, moving where the bullets where not, cutting the men down with the knife, with his knife. They died or were incapicitated, it matter not which as long as they were no longer obstacles in her path. They would die anyway, slowly from loss of blood or shock. In the edges of her mind she could feel him, feel his pain, and it strengthened her when she would falter from the onslaught of so many minds, so many thoughts.

At the sight of of the hard rising member, its top