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"Beautiful." Trent smiled as he watched Rhoa finish setting up the targets. The soft golden light from the sun rising over the distant mountains caressed her midnight-blue skin and long, coppery hair. She turned to take in the vista for a moment before heading back across the field. It had been a month since they'd met, and she'd invited him to her apartment in the arcology here in Gos Duronan. Something of a special occasion, not just the one-month anniversary of their being together, but also of the amazing career he'd stumbled into that hot summer night.

"Sure is. Lovely morning." She slipped her hand into his and both of them slowly returned to the folding table she'd placed a few meters away from her back porch.

"Yeah, the view's nice, too." He cocked his head, arched an eyebrow, smirked, and waited for her to realize what he'd actually meant.

"Oh. Heh. Well, thank you." She laughed softly and stood behind the table. She'd spread an assortment of rifles and pistols, both projectile-firing and directed-energy, across the table.

"You're quite welcome." He grinned and let his gaze wander over her muscular body. She'd put on a pair of tight shorts and a halter top, and tied her hair into a quick, loose ponytail, after they'd gotten up this morning. He focused on her biceps and noted that they appeared to have grown slightly bigger over the last few weeks. Maybe he was imagining it, but on the other hand, Rhoa might've ramped up her workouts after learning that he was turned on by women with big muscles.

He finally pulled his gaze away from her and glanced over the weapons.

"I'm guessing these are kind of loud?"

"Very. But I've fitted the kinetic guns with suppressors, plus I set up sonic neutralizers around my property when I moved in over a decade ago. It's the only way I could have my morning target-practice sessions without scaring the shit out of the neighbors and getting arrested." She grinned and winked her glowing left eye at him. "As an additional benefit, I can crank my music up as much as I want, and have really loud sex without bothering anyone next door."

Trent matched her grin and took a slow look around. The meadow was surrounded by trees and hedges, effectively concealing its occupants from view. "Hmm. So we could do it right out here and nobody would see or hear us."

"Three times last night wasn't enough, eh?" She cocked her head, quirked the corner or her mouth upward slightly, and then licked her lips. "Oh, sounds like someone has been taking the boosters I mentioned when we met."

"Yep, started a few days ago. Looks like they've really kicked in." He shook his head and laughed. "Not that I need to be even hornier, what with the teenage hormones raging full-throttle."

"It'll work wonders for your career." She tossed a lopsided grin at him and picked up one of the largest assault rifles. "And I'm more than happy to help you get rid of any excess energy left over when you're done with your clients."

"And I'm just as happy to have the help." He walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. "So, you do this every morning?"

"Yep. Like I said, it helps me wake up." She pointed at the old scar on her chest. "And since I haven't seen combat in twelve years, it helps keep me sharp. Don't want to ever lose my edge, just in case I find myself in a firefight again."

"Ah. Anything else you do to keep your edge, aside from rigorous exercise and target practice?"

"Well, I'll often hire someone to try to distract me while I'm shooting. Either by heckling me or throwing stuff at me. There are all sorts of loud, distracting sounds on the battlefield, and losing your focus can get your fucking head blown off. This isn't the same, but it's about as close as I can get without damaging the property or causing a noise loud enough to overwhelm the sonic neutralizers."

"Not today, though?"

"Since it's just the two of us, no."

He beamed. "Well, if you still want some distractions, I'll see what I can do."

She chuckled. "Just stay behind this table. Other than that, just go wild."

He stood on tiptoe and brushed his lips over the back of her neck. She shivered and let out a startled giggle. He slid his hands over her hips, across her ass, and then slid them slowly along the length of her tail. She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"That's a good start, kid." She released another breath, opened her eyes, and lifted the rifle. She lined up a shot on the target and moved her finger to the trigger.

Trent wondered how she and the various other alien species managed to hold weapons and pull the triggers with only two fingers and a thumb on each hand. He pushed the question aside and concentrated on his "task." He reached around her waist and unfastened her shorts, prompting another laugh from her.

"Of course, the first thing you do is start taking my clothes off."

"Just for a warm-up, yeah." He took a quick moment to adjust the front of his pants and let his cock harden unimpeded. "If what I have in mind doesn't distract you, I don't know what will."

"Challenge accepted." She turned quickly to kiss him, and then lined up her shot again. "Okay, brace yourself. I'm going to fire off a round."

She pulled the trigger.

Trent didn't know how the gun's suppressor mod worked, but it seemed to shift the sound of the discharge out of his hearing range, producing a _thump_that was more of a physical sensation than an audible sound. A long muzzle flash belched from the barrel and something like a shockwave knocked him back a step. He gasped for breath as he regained his balance.

Rhoa glanced at a small monitor sitting at the left edge of the table, and Trent did the same. It showed a close-up of the target - and the hole in the exact center. His pulse revved up and his erection throbbed.

"Nice." He grinned and put his arms around her again. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and pulled gently, slowly, easing them down around her hips. Another shiver rippled through her and she took another slow breath as she tapped a button below the monitor. The mechanism holding the target swapped out the used one for a fresh one.

"Firing again," she said in a husky whisper.

Trent extracted her tail from the hole in her shorts and slid them down to her ankles. She grinned, punched a round through the center of the target, and shifted quickly from one hoof to the other, stepping out of her shorts and kicking them off to the right.

She wore nothing else below her waist.

"What a glorious sight," he whispered. He leaned down, kissing her between her shoulder blades and working slowly down her spine, finally stopping at the base of her tail. Her whole body trembled slightly before she regained her composure and swapped out the targets. Trent caressed her buttocks and then squeezed them gently.

Rhoa let out a barely audible laugh and fired. Trent glanced at the monitor and found another dead-center hit.

"Badass," he said softly before standing up and positioning himself behind her. He kissed the back of her neck, slid his hands over her washboard abs, and then lifted her halter up and cupped her small breasts in his hands. "My beautiful badass."

Rhoa took a few shallow breaths, swapped out the targets again, and put her rifle down. She selected another and lined up a shot.

Trent ducked under her left arm and brushed his lips over the side of her breast. While moving over to her nipple, he slid his hand between her legs, found her clit, and rubbed it in slow, gentle, circular motions. The breath caught in Rhoa's throat as she fired. Trent glanced at the screen. This time, her shot had been off by four millimeters.

"That's so hot," he breathed against her skin before standing up to keep out of her way. He kept his left hand on her breast and the other between her legs, caressing gently, changing from the circular motion to back-and-forth and then changing back. Rhoa sucked in another deep breath and her hips quivered. Her tail snaked around his waist. She grunted and her fingers clenched on the rifle.

She pulled the trigger. Off by only one millimeter, this time.

"Looks like I'll have to work harder if I'm gonna break your focus," he whispered with a chuckle.

"Do your worst, kiddo." She smirked and tapped another button. The target dropped out of sight and three more popped up in its place.

"Oh, upping the ante, are we?" He moved his hand faster, tightening the circular motions of his fingertips over and around her clit, and her breathing became gradually more ragged. He slipped his other arm around her waist and pressed his chest against her back. She shivered and held her breath for several seconds.

She pulled the trigger three times in less than a second, shifting her aim before each successive shot, and nailed all three targets through the center.

Now it was Trent's turn to gasp for breath. His heart pounded and he beamed. "Much more of this, and I might come in my pants."

She laughed and swapped out the targets again. "After all the 'stamina training' we've been doing, I'd hope you could last until I'm done."

"Well, you're so sexy, I can't make any promises." He kissed her neck again and grinned as another shiver rippled through her body.

She lined up another shot and fired. Bullseye.

Time to step it up a notch. He flicked his hand even faster, until every breath she took was a gasp followed by a soft cry. Still, she centerpunched two more targets before putting the gun down and bucking against his hand.

"So hot," he whispered as he slipped a finger inside her. Oh yeah, she's ready, and I can't wait any longer. He took his hand away from her just long enough to drop his pants.

She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned before replacing the targets and adding a fourth. She picked up two rifles this time, one in each hand, and took aim. Trent continued masturbating her and brushed the tip of his cock against her labia. She lifted her left leg, braced her knee on the table, and leaned over to give him a better angle. He pushed into her and let out a relieved sigh. He held still for a moment, but kept his fingers working on her, and finally began moving slowly into her and back out.

Her body tensed for a second, like a coiled spring, and then she arched her back and released a long series of grunts. Her hips twitched and her pussy gripped and released him repeatedly. She shuddered, but steadied her aim and pulled the triggers, placing a shot dead-center through the two targets on the left. She shifted her aim to the other two while still coming, scored two more bullseyes, and hit the button.

This time, the targets dropped and nothing came up to replace them.

"Ah." She gasped. "Out of t - targets." She put the guns down, slumped over the table, and let the rest of her orgasm wash over her, leaving her trembling and panting and twitching. After a few seconds, she glanced over her shoulder and whispered, "Your turn now, baby."

He kept thrusting at the same slow, steady pace while caressing her lower back and the spot around the base of her tail. She closed her eyes, smiled, and took deep breaths while he tried to increase his pace gradually. Nearly half a minute passed before he suddenly couldn't hold himself back anymore. He slid his hands down to her hips and held on as he bucked against her, faster as the seconds passed, a wave of pressure building up within him.

Rhoa's smile broadened. She reached back with her left hand and placed it over his. "Oh, yes," she whispered. "You're amazing, kid." She opened her eyes long enough to glance over her shoulder and wink at him. "Fire at will."

He grinned and thrust as deeply into her as he could, the pressure building up and suddenly releasing, the wave crashing over him, his legs stiffening as he held her tightly against him and let loose a massive load inside her, moaning almost deafeningly with each spurt. Finally spent, he almost collapsed onto the table beside her, gasping for breath and propping himself up on his trembling arms.

Rhoa took one more deep breath, turned around, leaned on the table, and pulled him into an embrace. She chuckled, rubbed his back, and waited for him to recover. Once he'd caught his breath and looked into her eyes, she kissed him gently.

"That's the most incredible thing I've ever experienced," he whispered as they continued holding each other. "Heh. And after this past month, that's saying a lot."

"It's a good thing you passed by that street corner when you did, or I wouldn't have met you, and that would've been a tragedy." She gazed into his eyes again and stroked his cheek. "You're a natural at this. Certainly the best lover I've had in a very long time."

"Flatterer." He chuckled.

"Honesty, I swear." She took a slow look around her back yard, drew in another long breath, and smiled as she met his eyes again. "This was a _perfect_morning."

He nodded, let his eyes drink in the sight of her magnificent body, and then kissed her. "Beautiful."