Maya ran the pink ribbon between her fingers. The ribbon contrasted sharply with her appearance. Maya wore a fitted body suit that covered... well some of her body, at least, and cargo pants over it. A belt slung slantwise across her hips held her protean grenade and an SDU loaded with several sniper rifles, an SMG, and few thousand rounds of ammunition. At her last visit to the NewYou! station, Maya had swapped out her sleek bangs. The machine had restyled her with spikey, down-hanging locks of hair and she'd thrown in a few steel hoops through her lip and nose later. She could always change it back, if she wanted.
The Siren tied the pink ribbon into a bow, but it wasn't for her. It was for the man she was on her way to see, the ex-Dahl commando, Axton. Not that a pink bow suited him more than it did Maya, but it was a gift... of sorts. After the man have saver her ass a few times, Maya thought a present was appropriate and decided that a good start might be a ribbon for that ridiculously large turret that Axton doted on. Axton responded well to teasing and Maya thought Axton might actually tie the bow onto the barrel of the automated gun. Then maybe she could buy him a beer at Moxxxi's or something.
Axton's room in Sanctuary wasn't far from Maya's own. Roland had given all the vault hunters rooms near his command center in what used to be officer's quarters when the flying city had been a Dahl company mining ship. The hovering monstrosity that was the mechromancer's pet kill-bot floated just down the hall. Gaige had grudgingly entered Maya and the other Vault Hunters into its IFF - identify friend or foe - databank, so it scanned Maya only briefly before returning to ignoring her.
But it did make Maya think about the conversation she and Gaige had shared at Moxxxi's the other day. If what the girl said when drunk was true, then Maya didn't understand why Axton's wife had left him. She knew the soldier had been discharged for blowing up some diplomat in order to wipe out a band of terrorists, but that was awesome. A feature, not a bug, as Gaige would have said.
Maya knocked on the door to Axton's room.
"Hang on a minute!" he called from inside.
Maya grabbed the airlock-style wheel on the door and cranked it. She'd been raised by the Order of the Impending Storm on Athenas to expect obedience from common people, and while Maya hated the brothers of the order - and had sort of killed them all - she still more or less did what she wanted. Which at this moment included walking into Axton's room.
The Siren did not expect to find Axton sitting on his bed, back against the wall with his towering cock in his hand. Sweat stood out in tiny glittering droplets on his chest and abs. His face was flushed as red as his long pole. The commando was jerking it vigorously, trying to finish what Maya had interrupted.
She really didn't know what to say.
Axton's strong hand was a blur moving up and down his cock. Each pump made his bicep flex and bunch. His swollen balls bounced underneath his up-thrust cock. Some shiny fluid was smeared over the flushed head of his dick, and Axton's stroking hand spread it up and down his shaft. It was the first cock Maya had ever seen. Well, there had been that bandit who'd charged her naked and waving a grenade in each hand, but he'd not been hard and Maya had shot him in the face. So she was pretty sure that didn't count.
Maya saw Axton's eyes go wide, but then it was too late. A long jet of pearly fluid sprayed up from his cock and flew into the air. Her eyes followed the white streamer up and then down as it splattered across Axton's chiseled stomach. A second, then a third, fourth, and fifth rope spurted from Axton's cock and splashed down onto his hard belly. The strings of glistening semen overlapped and crisscrossed his stomach like the lines of Maya's tattoos.
The Siren finally knew what to say.
"That was amazing!"
Maya's education on Athenas had concerned her Siren powers, combat training and little else. Maya received more sex education in one innuendo-laced conversation with Moxxxi than she had from all the brothers of the Order of the Impending Storm. The slightly drunken claims of the mechromancer, Gaige, had seemed as wild a tale as the story of the Warrior or Captain Blade's treasure.
Axton made a lunge for his pants and Maya acted without thinking.
"Hold it!" she said.
Maya stretched her hand out and the blue lines of her heritage glowed with power. A swirling globe appeared, sucking Axton into it and lifting him into the air. He hovered, suspended for a moment, then Maya gestured and the glowing sphere moved Axton, pushing him against the wall.
"Uh, can I help you with something?" Axton asked uncertainly.
The glow of Maya's tattoos and the phase lock receded. Maya didn't want to crush Axton or scatter his atoms between dimensions. She only needed enough power to hold him. The commando hung in the air with his back to the wall. Droplets of sweat trickled down his body, following his musculature and mixing with the semen on his stomach. His cock was still hard and long.
"What's this stuff?" Maya demanded. She jabbed her finger into the slowly dripping puddle of cum accusingly. Men were such messy creatures.
"Um, shattered expectations of privacy?"
Maya scooped up a gob of semen and lifted it up. She watched the liquid pearl slowly stretch towards the floor. "Well?" she asked.
"Jeeze. It's just cum, Maya. You know what that is, right?"
