♥ A bunny's burrow ♥

Dustin opened the door to Rye’s quarters by mashing at the wall until he hit the switch. He’d decided they should head there for several reasons, most notably because she’d left the mag-restraints there and his dominance session with Emely had him in the mood for a little light bondage. Rye had responded to his suggestion by doing her best to **** him with her tongue, and the pair had half-stumbled, half-dry-humped their way down the corridors from his suite to the section of the ship that housed the officers rooms. Once the door slid open, Rye broke the kiss and darted inside, shedding her outfit as she did so before starting to rummage through a crate that was up against one wall.

Unlike his own quarters, Rye’s were lit by a dim sandy coloured lighting that gave the impression of being underground; that coupled with the messed up mound of blankets on the bed gave a far more homely feel than he’d have expected from his engineer. The desk however was pure Rye - half finished machinery and circuit-boards were scattered haphazardly across the entire thing. The wiggling naked rear of the Rabyth woman however drew Dustin’s attention rapidly away from her interior decorating. Stripping for the second time that day, he crossed the distance and grabbed her hips, thrusting inside her just as she raised one hand holding the restraints out of the box.

“Ahh! Cou..ldn’t wait could you Dusty?” The bunny girl moaned as he began to move; the restraints fell to the floor with a metallic clang as the woman used both hands to steady herself against the crate. “I… gods… I thought you wanted me all tied up?” She gasped between thrusts. Dustin slammed forward again then **** himself to pull out. “You’re right. I did say that.” He said, reaching down to the restraints and standing up just in time for one furry arm to punch him lightly on the chest. “I didn’t say to stop fucking me, jerk” Rye pouted - a pout that lasted for only a moment as he pulled her in and kissed her. “These will take a lot of stress won’t they?” He said, holding the clamps in one hand. “Of course they do, you know that already. What are you…?” Rye began, before squeaking as Dustin bent and lifted her bodily onto the bed. “Hold still a second” he muttered, pulling her legs together and locking one of the clamps to her ankles.

“I thought we were gonna fuck some more, you’re not going to be able to do anything if you’re locking my legs together like that. If you want them to stay in place, gimmie five seconds to grab my welder and I can make a bar that’ll… oh. ooooh” Rye began but was silenced as Dustin lifted her ankles, looped the other clamp through the first and hooked it’s restraint around her wrists - holding the bunny girl folded in half. “There” Dustin said, stepping back and admiring his handiwork. Rye lay there and grinned up at him from between her calves. “Okay, you’ve got me all folded up like a pretzel and on display. What next, captain?” She said, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Dustin stretched, then walked over to the door. “We’re only going to get to do this while there’s not too many crew aboard” he said, hitting a couple of buttons on the controls. The door slid neatly open, then clicked, locking into place. “Fucking with the door open? Not really that kinky but… whaa” Rye’s voice cut off again as Dustin lifted her bodily from the bed, walked into the doorway and flicked the magnetic part of the restraints upwards, hitting their activator as he did so to lock them to the ceiling. Rye’s muscles flexed as she balanced her weight against her bonds, slowly spinning until Dustin reached out and cupped her cheek to stop her. “Ok, you’ve had your fun Dusty, I’m on display, hanging up here like some kind of ornament. Will. You. Fuck. Me.”

The Rabyth’s tone was half anger, half pleading - and Dustin obliged. Stepping closer, he lined his shaft to her lips and pressed forward. Even for the bunny girl’s normal levels of horny he hadn’t expected her to be quite as wet as she was. He barely had to apply any **** behind his thrust to cause his entire length to sheath itself inside her, drawing a long note of pleasure from the woman. Using his hands on her hips as leverage, he stood and began to gently push her up and down on his dick - penduluming her body via the restraints out into the hallway and back into her room. Rye’s voice grew hoarse as she gasped and groaned out her pleasure, her weight causing each inward thrust to send ripples across her thighs.

Rye’s first climax came rapidly, the constant pounding on an already overly aroused and teased bunny being too much for her when combined with the bondage. Her eyes locked on Dustin’s, her hands grabbed uselessly at the air as if she wanted to lock her arms around him and her velvet walls spasmed against his cock. Dustin slowed the rocking motion, working his full length in and out of her far more gradually as she rode out the orgasm. Once he was sure she was able to focus again, he smiled at his lover. “Me, being exposed to the corridor, or being all tied up?” he asked. Rye panted and cocked her head to one side for a second before letting out a gasp as he sped up once again. “Which was it that got you going so fast?” he added by way of explanation.

Getting an answer out of Rye at that moment he’d have thought impossible, but somehow she managed to gasp out “all of them” in between moans. Dustin pulled her in close and kissed her neck, before whispering “I could turn on Sola’s video recorder if you wanted?” He hadn’t expected the response - Rye’s legs twitched, her mouth opened in a silent gasp and she came again, soaking Dustin’s crotch and slumping against the restraints. Suddenly left fully holding her weight, Dustin blinked. The bunny woman was normally highly libidinous and up for more than one round - but this time she was utterly out of it. Giggling slightly to herself and mumbling appreciative noises into his shoulder, the Rabyth woman’s thighs were tensing and relaxing just enough to cause a tiny amount of movement between their hips.

He pondered his options given he was still chasing his own orgasm and it would be so easy in this position to keep going and get one - but decided it would be best to let her down. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he whistled the release code for the clamps - Rye having taught him it previously. Apparently she’d wanted to be able to get out of them if anything happened; it was a sensible move to have a hands-free way of disengaging the devices. Turning and lowering the bunny girl onto the bed, he reached up to undo the attachments from her wrists and ankles. “No” a soft noise from below him made him pause, before Rye repeated herself in a louder tone. “No. Leave them until you’re done, please?” Dustin hesitated “you normally like to be on top, are you sure you don’t…” he began, before the Rabyth woman flexed her back to push her crotch up against him. “Sure. More sex less talk.”

Reaching one hand down to realign himself with the woman’s slit, he thrust forward once more. Rye let out a pleased hiss at the resumed penetration, while Dustin began to slowly rock his hips. “Do… do what you want, captain” Rye gasped after a moment, adding “stop teasing yourself and aahhh… fuck me.” That broke what self control Dustin was maintaining in the situation, and he began to pound the Rabyth’s cunt. The room was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh and the woman’s gasping cries as Dustin hammered forward, making full use of everything his lover had to offer until with one final roar he thrust deep and flooded her with the rush of his orgasm.