Fucking like animals on the first date.

Common sense was powerless in the face of raw instinct.

Now that they’d acknowledged the mutual attraction they were nursing for almost a week, an eternity in the compressed timespan of a nekomata’s adult life, there was no going back.

The only recourse was to madly make out, as he pulled her upright, holding her by the waist, legs locked tightly around his waist. Powered by the evident strength of his bare body, they made for the biggest, most sturdy bed on the farmstead.

They were going to put it through its paces as surely as Sasha was being tested.

“Normally,” The Captain said in the brief moments she could snatch between kisses, “Foreplay would be critical… But I’ve already felt what you can do there. Let’s, uh… Look, okay, just demolish me.”

Sasha never failed a mission, and he wasn’t about to start now.

The master bedroom was downright lavish compared to military quarters, in size, and in having a big, queen-sized soft bed, along with a big mirror and spacious dresser. The Captain glanced at the reflected vision of them already wrapped together, then looked away quickly, her face boiling.

Gently setting her down on the bed, Sasha followed her down, never breaking physical contact. Without clothes to rip off, without any wetness needed to add to the soaking, inside and out, that the Captain had received, he just held on tight, positioned her flat on her back, climbing on top.

Making sure to fold up her tree-trunk legs until they touched toned shoulders, admiring the flexibility of her muscular figure. Even folded in half, there wasn’t so much as a hint of discomfort on the Captain’s face, nor any complaints from her lips, which were tightly parsed.

Just anticipation, and a mile-wide blush.

This was a time-honored position passed down from the antiquity, and they called it the ‘mating press’. A position of maximum physical dominance, sexual intimacy, and potent breeding. People throughout time naturally discovered this over and over, and the feeling it gave was indescribable even compared to ‘normal’ sex.

The Captain did her best, though, finally getting words, though they came out in fits and starts as Sasha’s hips pounded down like a piston, rocking the bed and causing the springs beneath them to groan. Two fit, muscular bodies, trained for war, now making love together, flesh slapping, voices grunting.

“Oh Goddess… r-right into it, huh? I knew there was some fire in there… fuck… you’re strong…”

It was a good thing the old bed was built to be so sturdy and durable, creaking and whining underneath without too much risk of giving out. The strength of each thrust buried him to the hilt in her insides, which was only accommodated by how experienced the Captain was. She wasn’t loose down there, far from it, especially for somebody of his sheer girth. Her body just knew how to take a dick deep, how to squeeze around it.

Sasha, by contrast, had only been with one woman before in his life. Some things were just the same; he remembered the heat, the wetness, the paradoxically-soft lewd noises of their mating. The wet sounds of each thrust, barely audible against even the groaning of the bedframe. Neither of the two even noticed, especially given the fact that the Captain's mewls and Sasha’s deep grunting were considerably louder.

Nekomata tended to throw themselves at everything with an excess of passion, and even the cool, robotic Sasha was no exception. His job was to fucking breed her, and millions of years of male instincts didn’t know, care, or were capable of processing that she was on something called ‘birth control’.

He was determined to fill her up, regardless. She wanted it, needed it, was crying out for it with what little air wasn’t being fucked out of her by the **** and weight of this larger body.

The Captain felt like she was under a jackhammer, in the good way. If not for Sasha holding her legs in place, ankles up to her ears, she’d have wrapped them around him and held him in place. Not having to take control for once was nice, though. She clearly appreciated being immobilized, while normally that was a frightening sensation.

Almost as nice as being driven into the bed, hard, by a strong male and his thick, throbbing dick-

The only thing she could move was her hands, pawing at his rippling, muscular back. Unlike in the movies, nekomata didn’t have claws… but they could and did scratch just fine with humanoid nails. In the throes of her passion, she scratched the fuck out of his back, just as he fucked the life out of, or rather into, her.

The little pinpricks of pain didn’t even register against the growing pressure down there, the need to cum deep inside the warmth and wetness that was the Captain’s inviting insides.

“Captain, I’m going to-”

“Just do it!”

“... Understood.”

As instructed, he unloaded his seed as deeply inside of her as physically possible. While it wasn’t biologically accurate, the feeling of ‘cumming right into her womb’ was often reported by males in this position, blowing out their pleasure receptors. Not to mention, feeling the pressure built up within him release was a wonderful sensation.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, he drove himself home, down to the hilt, and held there, shaking as the Captain clenched around him and sang out.

He didn’t let up until he was empty, and she was full.

The Captain had no doubts that Sasha would have passed the ‘breeding test’ with flying colors, had that been possible- and in the hazy, instinct-driven post-sex afterglow, she briefly considered it a shame.

Unnoticed by the living weapon atop her, of course.

If nothing else, he did still have some room to improve. Sure, even her powerful legs scarcely worked anymore, and he’d unloaded enough to make a sticky white mess out of thighs and bed alike. He’d performed more than admirably.

He had power, technique, aggression, all the things she needed from a man in bed. The only real deficiency that the Captain had to remark on came afterwards… when he tried to leave her in a savage, carnal wreck of his own making.

“There’s still a lot of work to be done in the fields,” he explained, as if that was an explanation at all.

Gathering the soaked-through bedsheets about her rock-hard figure, the Captain huffed in annoyance. She caught his metal hand and pulled him up short. “Hana never taught you the most important lesson of all! Come and cuddle me in my post-coital bliss. That’s an order!”

Sasha gave a shrug, and clambered back into bed. This time, not to try and nearly succeed in breaking the frame with the **** of his thrusts, but instead to gently gather her up in an embrace. Even the cool metal had plenty of time to warm in the bath, and to the touch of her skin, and she accepted whatever bite it still had well.

They stayed like that until drifting off to sleep, and were in fact discovered in that lovers’ embrace the next morning when ‘that living bed’ came by to pay them a visit.

The mayor was delighted. A seal of approval from ‘my own Miki’ was sacrosanct.

After a tour of the town and introductions, the breeding program could begin.