Boomerang

The soft hands reaching around his body to caress his chest and abdomen were not an unwelcome surprise. Ronon had seen the petite red-head staring at him from the wings as he engaged in sword play with Lt. Cain. As expected, it did not take her long to follow him into the shower area and enter his stall.

It was not often that he got the opportunity to practice his sword work with a live person, and he was thankful that Lt. Cain had arrived with the latest members of the Atlantian contingent. Sheppard had read the man’s file and had quickly introduced him to Ronon so that they could workout together with ‘practice swords only’, according to Sheppard’s instructions. Ronon had grinned ruefully during the issuance of those instructions because he knew that they had come from Sheppard’s respect for his skill with weapons of all types, including his own body.

Ronon ignored the questing hands and continued to lather his body. The hands strayed downwards and Ronon grinned. It never took them long to go for his cock, they always wanted to know if all his parts were in correct proportion. He could almost feel her delight when she was finally holding the object of her desire; sliding her soapy hands along his length, and feeling him grow under the stimulation of her hands.

Her firm breasts slid across his back as she lowered herself to her knees and urged him to turn towards her. Ronon did not hesitate to comply, he had learned of the pleasure to be had from a woman’s mouth on his body, during the first of these escapades. As he felt the warm moist mouth close over his engorged flesh, he closed his eyes and threw back his head in blissful enjoyment. He made a mental note to reward his companion with an extra long ride on his cock, by way of payment for this particular boon.

~*~

“So where did you disappear to?” Sheppard asked the tall Satedan who sat plowing through a more than healthy serving of food.

“Mmphf,” Ronon replied, trying to speak around a particularly juicy chicken leg.

Shaking his head in exasperation, Sheppard leaned down to grab Ronon’s arm as he raised another scoop of potato salad to his mouth. He inclined his head and wiggled his eyebrows at Ronon’s questioning look, clearly conveying his expectation of an intelligible answer.

“The showers,” Ronon finally replied, shrugging off Sheppard’s restraining hand, to continue eating with much gusto.

Sex always built up an extra large appetite in him, more so than his usual. The pretty red-head that had followed him into the showers had been a real fire brand. She had worked on his cock as if it were the first meal she’d had after a particularly long fast. When he had finally lifted her onto his cock, she had screeched in his ears the whole time, alerting the marines to what was happening in his stall. He was not embarrassed to have been discovered, but he wished she had been more quiet…his ears were still hurting from all that screeching.

“The showers…I thought you had that sparring session two hours ago?” Sheppard asked, clearly confused.

“I did,” Ronon replied, between bites, “and then I went to the showers.”

“So you were bathing for the past two hours?” Sheppard asked, incredulously.

Ronon put down his fork, and finished chewing the food he had in his mouth, all the while meeting Sheppard’s eyes with his.

“I didn’t say I was bathing, I said I went to the showers,” Ronon reiterated, slower.

“So what exactly were you doing, if you weren’t bathing,” Sheppard asked suspiciously, straightening up.

“One of your women joined me in the shower and we were enjoying each other,” Ronon said simply, resuming his eating, but at a slower pace.

“So it’s true!” Sheppard responded, his tone strongly accusatory. “I had heard some rumors, and overheard some of the women talking, but I didn’t believe it. So you’ve really been having sex with the women in Atlantis?”

“Sex?” Ronon asked, clearly puzzled, “you mean sharing pleasure. Yes, some of the women have shared with me.”

“Ronon, Earth women don’t usually have casual sex, some of them do, but not all. Are you sure that all those women you’ve ‘shared pleasure’ with are alright with it being a one night stand?” Sheppard asked, trying to convey his concern to the nonchalant Satedan.

“I’m not familiar with your ‘one night stand’, but on Sateda, any man or any woman may choose to share pleasure together. The only time a person is no longer free to choose different partners, is after that person has found a mate. I, don’t have a mate, therefore, I am free to share pleasure with any female I choose. The women here seem to enjoy sharing pleasure with me, not a day goes by without at least one of them approaching me.”

Sheppard was shocked by Ronon’s revelation of the extent of his activities, and by his indifferent attitude. He had noticed the effect that Ronon’s appearance and bearing had on the feminine contingent of Atlantis, but he never suspected that the intimidating Satedan actually received offers.

‘Ronon’s great in a fight, but, If I were a woman, I’d never approach him! He’s so…forbidding! Sheeesh, women are so strange!’ Sheppard thought, shaking his head to clear it of the image his thoughts evoked.

“Listen Ronon, I’m responsible for your presence here in Atlantis, so I have to give you some advice. Women generally don’t have sex with men they never want to have anything to do with in the future; nor do they like sharing their men. If there are women here that have approached you, then chances are that they want to have an exclusive right to you. An exclusive, long term, right to you,” Sheppard said slowly.

Ronon finished chewing the food in his mouth slowly, mulling over what Sheppard had said. He didn’t quite understand what the problem was, but clearly there was one.

“So you want me to choose one of these women to be my mate?” Ronon asked finally, after a significant pause.

“No! I mean…no, it’s not that,” Sheppard said quickly, at a loss as to how to clarify things without making a bigger mess. “I just want you to be more careful when you accept offers. Apparently, some of the women got really upset when they saw you with other women mere hours after being with them. Women talk, so chances are they are discussing you…and that’s not always a good thing!” Sheppard advised warily.

“I will take your advice, and be…more careful,” Ronon replied, before directing his attention back to his meal.

Sheppard wasn’t sure he had gotten through to Ronon, but he recognized that as far as Ronon was concerned the conversation was over. He sat a while longer watching the Satedan pack away enough food to feed a small army, then, shaking his head in amazement, he rose and left the Cafeteria.

~*~

As Ronon emerged from the TurboLift down the hall, he immediately recognized the petite woman pacing outside the door to his room. He couldn’t remember her name, but, she had been one of the first women to offer to share pleasure with to him. He had enjoyed her thoroughly, and recalled that she had enjoyed him! Sheppard’s words of caution were quickly forgotten as he sauntered up to the woman, ready to please her again if that was her desire.

“Are you waiting for me?” Ronon asked, cockily.

The petite redhead spun towards his deep voice and exhaled an audible gasp of surprise. Ronon grinned at the instant look of discomfort that appeared on her features, as she took in his commanding presence. Ronon was accustomed to women and men becoming agitated by him. As far as he was concerned, their discomfort made them easier to conquer, whether it was on the battle field or in bed, depending on the individual’s sex. This time was no different, and Ronon instantly felt an anticipatory tightening in his loins at the thought of conquering the redhead once again.

“Um…well…” the redhead fumbled for words, getting more and more fidgety as Ronon circled around her, smelling her hair and nuzzling her neck, like a cat playing with it’s prey.

“Do you want me, is that why you’re here?” Ronon asked, sliding his hands up her arms as he pulled her back into his chest, and rotated his groin against her buttocks.

The red-head jumped as if burned by the contact.

“Please…I can’t…I want to t---,” her words were cut off, as Ronon spun her around to capture her full lips with his in a bruising kiss that left her weak kneed.

Ronon felt her body sag against his and knew instantly that whatever resistance she had was gone. He reached behind to activate the mechanism to open the door to his room, without breaking contact with his now softly sighing partner. He grabbed her hips to lift her up, so he could carry her pliant body into the dimly lit interior of his chambers.

“Ronon, I…” she made another weak attempt at words, in the brief interval that he left her lips to trail hot kisses down the side of her neck, and suck gently on the artery that pulsed with every beat of her racing heart.

“Shhh, there’s no need for words, leave everything to me,” Ronon said, slipping her top over her head and loosening the buttons holding up her skirt.

It wasn’t long before she was laid out naked on his bed, watching eagerly as he slowly disrobed. He took his time as he drew his fringed shirt over his head, exposing his powerful chest with it’s dusting of brown hair. Next he unbuckled his thick leather belt and unbuttoned the front closure of his pants so that the leather garment could be shoved off his hips, freeing his manhood to the red head’s greedy gaze.

“I seem to recall that you know exactly how to pleasure a man,” Ronon said, sliding his right hand along the length of his prodigious manhood.

He waited with braced legs for the red head to realize what he wanted, and grinned smugly when she scrambled across the platform towards him. She replaced his hands with her own, and proceeded to rain soft kisses over his tumescent flesh, before sliding her warm tongue over the helmeted head of his engorged cock.

Ronon closed his eyes to savor the pleasurable sensations created by the red head’s mouth and tongue, as she expertly devoured his pulsing organ. She brought him almost to the point of release, again and again, then, withdrew before he could lose all control. It was the sweetest torture that he remembered well from their previous encounters.

‘She definitely knows how to pleasure a man,’ Ronon thought, as he finally pushed her away him, so that she sprawled onto her back. He lifted her feet onto his chest and pushed into her slick pussy, sending her knees into her shoulders with the force of his penetration.

She screamed out her orgasm with that first stroke, causing Ronon to grin cockily, as he slowly withdrew from her shuddering flesh. He surged into her again and again, as she panted beneath him, encouraging him to give her all of his pulsating length…

~*~

The group of laughing women entering the Gym drew Ronon’s eyes away from his opponents, towards the sidelines. He normally would not allow the spectators to distract him from the instruction he was administering to the marines, however, he knew that the Daedalus had returned from Earth with a new contingent of personnel. As his glance slid over the women, Ronon could tell from their awed faces that they were part of that new contingent, eager to see one of the resident ‘aliens’.

The entire bunch was very giggly and a couple of the women actually gave him the speculative looks, he had come to expect from Earth women. He refused to respond, at that time, to the invitation in their eyes. Ronon hated to be interrupted when he was training. His continuing, highly proficient, fighting abilities depended on his dedication to honing his body into a deadly weapon. Ever since his arrival in Atlantis, Ronon had not been allowed to train at the level normally expected of a Specialist. Thus the training sessions with the marines were his only opportunity to test himself in a non-combative setting. He hated anything that interfered with that training time.

He was about to allow his gaze to slide away from the women back to his trainees, when the look on one of the women’s face, caught his eye.

She was tall, with short cropped, curly, dark brown hair. Her light caramel colored skin tone, and flashing hazel eyes, indicated a mixed ancestry, similar to most of the people of the Pegasus Galaxy. Despite his intention to only take a brief glance, Ronon found himself captivated by the defiance in her eyes. He actually paused in the movement he was performing, allowing his opponent time to swing around and attempt a counter blow. Luckily, he recovered just as the marine was swinging his fist towards him, and was able to spin away, out of the trajectory of the man’s fist.

The rest of the training session seemed to drag on forever in Ronon’s mind, as he kept thinking about the expression on the woman’s face and the fire in her eyes. He refused to look over to where she was standing, for fear of getting caught up again, in her fascinating expression. He went through the movements with the marines quickly, and when the time came to end the session, he eagerly took his leave from the men, and turned towards where he had spotted her.

She was gone.

~*~

Ronon finished off the last of his chicken quickly and rose from his table to leave the dining area. He had come to the dining hall at his usually time, but had not heaped his plate as was his usual habit. It bothered him that he did not know who the strange woman was, or where she had disappeared to. He had asked around, amongst the remainder of the spectators, but no one seem to know who he was talking about, nor had they noticed a strange woman in their midst.

Ronon made his way to the area where the used plates were collected by the kitchen staff, and handed it over. As he turned towards the one of the exits, he saw the redhead from the night before, eagerly making her way towards him. He quickly turned towards the other exit and strode away her, pretending not to hear when she called out to him. He was in no mood to satisfy her craving for his body.

Entering the nearest TurboLift quickly, in case the redhead was still following him, Ronon punched in the level number of his room’s location. The Lift seemed to go a short distance before stopping to admit another passenger…the same woman from the gym.

Ronon had been lounging against the wall of the small enclosure, but when she entered, giving him a curt nod, before punching in her own destination, he pushed himself off the wall and leaned towards her.

“Why did you leave the gym before I was finished?” he asked, leaning close to her ear so that his breath could caress her ear seductively.

She spun towards him with a look of pure annoyance and contempt on her face, causing Ronon to lean away from her in shock.

“Are you trying to seduce me, is that what this is?” she asked, indicating the ear where Ronon had breathed his words.

“Supposing I was, would you like that?” Ronon asked cockily, regaining his composure, and feeling his libido rise in the face of her resistance to his charms.

She said nothing at first, but allowed her gaze to slowly slide over Ronon’s commanding form, boldly lingering on the front of his leather pants.

“You want to fuck me?” she finally asked. “Do you really think you can handle me?” she said, her voice dripping with derision, clearly unimpressed by Ronon’s physical presence; the same presence, so many of Atlantis’ women found irresistible.

“Why don’t you ask your friends how I made them feel?” he replied, cockily, ignoring the woman’s disdainful tone.

She slowly looked him up and down again, just as the doors of the Lift slid opened. Shaking her head, she left him with a parting shot.

“You men…you always think you can fuck every woman senseless, don’t you? You’re so pathetic, and in the end…it’s always disappointing. Huh! What a joke!”

Ronon was stunned. He stood gazing at the woman’s retreating back, shocked beyond words that she actually thought that he could not satisfy her.

~*~

Sweat rolled off Ronon’s back as he vigorously pumped his hips, eliciting guttural groans from the blonde pinned beneath his heaving body. He hiked her legs up higher, and held onto one of her suspended ankles to give himself more leverage, as he proceeded to stroke her deeper. She grinned saucily, and raked his back with her painted nails, leaving angry red welts across his flesh.

“Don’t do that,” Ronon said gruffly, not slowing his rhythm.

The blonde laughed out loud.

“I like to mark my men, that way the other hussies around here know to keep away!” she said, as she playfully raked her fingers across his chest, leaving angry red welts to match those on his back.

Ronon’s face darkened ominously at her action, and he stilled his hips. He swiftly withdrew from the blonde’s body and forcefully pushed her aside as he rose from the platform.

“Whateeee!” she cried as the force of his push caused her to slide across the satin sheets and land on the floor with a loud thud!

Ronon ignored her cry, as he quickly donned his clothing and exited the room. He was furious.

‘Why did I allow myself to be lured into that situation?’ he thought furiously.

Ever since his meeting with the mystery woman in the Lift, he had gone wild. Every single female in Atlantis who approached him, had found herself on her back, with him fucking her like she had the last pussy in the Pegasus Galaxy. He had lost all pleasure in the sexual activity and was always disgusted after each event, yet he was unable to stop himself. He kept seeing the disdain in her face, and hearing her taunting words:

‘Do you really think you can handle me?’

Just thinking about the encounter made Ronon feel as if a blood vessel were about to burst in his brain.

Slamming his fist into the wall nearest to the TurboLift, he swore lustily at his wayward thoughts. It was as if she had laid a curse on him. He couldn’t get her out of his mind, and no amount of sex could quench the thirst she had ignited in his loins. It was as if a challenge had been issued, and he knew that the fury that gripped him would not leave until he answered that challenge.

He had to have her.

He had to show her that he could indeed, ‘handle her’.

Even before their encounter in the Lift, he had felt a strong desire for her. Now, he could no longer deny his lust. The only way he was going to get over her, was to bed her like all the other women in Atlantis!

‘I’m going to give her the pounding of a lifetime, and then I’m going to brush her off like the noisome insect she treated me like. She’ll beg me to take her again…and maybe, just maybe, I’ll grant her wish.’

~*~

It took Ronon no more than a few hours to track down his prey the next day. He had managed to find out her name was Larissa, and she was a Weapons Specialist brought in with the last batch of personnel. He had been more than a little intrigued by the fact that she carried the same title as he did, however his informant had explained that she was a different kind of Specialist from him. Her specialty was in the reverse-engineering of weapons, and upgrading them after she had figured out how they worked.

‘She was a scientist, and was probably just as annoying as McKay. No wonder she’s a bitch!’ Ronon thought, in disgust.

Apparently, the people back in Earth to whom Sheppard and Weir answered, thought that a Weapons Specialist was needed in Pegasus, following the discoveries of Aurora and Orion, and McKay’s debacle of blowing up a solar system with Ancient weaponry. Larissa was the best at what she did, and with few ties back on Earth, she was an ideal candidate to be offered a chance to migrate to the Pegasus Galaxy.

Ronon thoughts had occupied him during the short journey to Larissa’s door, and he took only a moment to strike a lazy pose before activating the door control to inform her of his presence outside her door.

After several minutes had passed without a response, Ronon was about to slap the door plate again, when the door slid open to reveal his quarry. She was dressed in a short silk robe that belted to the front. Apparently, she had been bathing, because the thin material clung to her skin in damp patches.

Ronon’s mouth went dry as he took in the damp outline of Larissa’s full breasts, and the darker shadows of her erect nipples, and sex. She stood in front of him, unabashed by the unrestricted view her damp robe offered to his roaming eyes. After a full minute had passed, she finally spoke:

“Have you had a good look?” she asked, using the same irritating, superior tone that drove Ronon crazy every time he thought about their first encounter.

“I don’t think so, I probably need to see everything without the distraction of the robe,” Ronon replied, choosing to ignore her disdainful expression and tone.

Larissa did not respond immediately, instead she beckoned him to enter, and when he did, she sealed the door behind him. She then walked around to stand in front of him once more, and quite deliberately, opened her robe and allowed it to fall to the floor at her feet.

“Do you think you’ve had enough now?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips and pushing out her chest provocatively.

Ronon went hard instantly.

Larissa had the most delicious-looking body he had ever seen. He just wanted to devour her full breasts and bury his face in soft hair covering the juncture at the top of her legs. Her caramel toned skin reminded him of the desserts he loved to eat, and he wondered if she tasted as sweet as they did. When she turned away a walked towards the bed, Ronon’s eyes were drawn to her firm buttocks. He longed to nibble on the twin swells, and feel them pressed against his groin, as he pulled her backwards, onto his aching pole.

Ronon watched as Larissa spread herself out on the platform, allowing her legs to fall open. He was granted an unobstructed view of her delectable flesh, and he automatically began to remove his clothing without taking his eyes off her body. He chose to ignore the way she remained sprawled on the bed, watching him like a spider waiting for a fly to fall into its web.

In less than a minute he was naked, and Larissa allowed her eyes to roam freely over his muscular body, and proud manhood. Ronon thought he saw desire in her eyes as she looked at him, and he was pleased that she was not as disinterested as she pretended to be. As far as he was concerned, she was like any other female, and there wasn’t a female alive whom he couldn’t satisfy.

He quickly knelt between her legs and pulled Larissa’s body toward him. He usually demanded that his bed mates pleasure him before he took care of their needs. Today however he did not hesitate to give in to the compulsion urging him to taste Larissa. He had never before deigned to pleasure his partners with his mouth, but when he took his first taste of Larissa, he knew that wanted to continue to devour her flesh until she cried out his name in ecstasy.

She tasted as good as he’d expected and Ronon felt tremors of pleasure shooting through her body as he expertly tongued her swollen clit and licked her delicate folds. He grasped his penis and stroked it in time to the actions of his tongue and grunted at the pleasure of having Larissa press her flesh onto his plunging tongue as he lapped at her sweet juices.

Surging to his feet, Ronon lifted Larissa’s hips up into the air to position her for his stroke, which was swift and sure. He grinned at her sharp intake of breath as he filled her tight passage, stretching her to accommodate his large size. He withdrew and swiftly surged into her again, feeling the muscles of her vagina tighten reflexively around him.

Ronon groaned in shock as the double stimulation of Larissa’s tight, slick passage, and the spasmodic flexing of the muscles, brought him to the point of eruption. He quickly stopped his movements and grabbed her hips, trying to immobilize them. He needed to get himself back under control. He was shocked that he had reached the pinnacle of desire so rapidly since his sexual stamina was one of the reasons so many women sought him out. It would be unthinkable for him to give in to his body’s wish to climax under the intensely pleasurable sensations he was experiencing as he remained connected to Larissa’s body.

The eruption came rapidly, and uncontrollably.

At one moment Ronon was holding himself still, as he took deep steadying breaths, and the next Larissa was surging onto his thick shaft. She threw back her head in growing pleasure as she withdrew and impaled herself once more. On the third stroke, Ronon called out in Satedan and cursed soundly when he felt himself lose all control, as the most powerful orgasm ripped through him. He met her thrusts, pumping his seed into her before sagging down limply onto her body.

The haze clouding his vision slowly cleared and the roaring in his ears diminished as the room came back into focus. He could suddenly feel the warm, yet rigid body beneath him, and realized that he had collapsed onto Larissa, and was probably crushing her with his weight.

“Get off me, you big, useless ox!” Larissa said, tightly, the anger in her voice evident.

Ronon propped himself up on his elbows, taking his weight off her, yet did not withdraw from her body. He looked down at her, intending to apologize for his untimely eruption, only to be confronted with her furious expression.

“I said get off me! Are you dumb, as well as a terrible fuck?” she shouted, pushing against his broad chest, and trying to buck him off her.

Larissa succeeded in dislodging Ronon’s now fully limp flesh from her body, and when she pushed against him again, he quickly rolled off her body. He watched in shocked silence as she scrambled off the platform and stalked to the private bath area, shouting at him, over her shoulder.

“Make sure you’re out of here by the time I come out, asshole! What a fucking waste of time, Shit!”

TBC