Page 57 of Stolen Slave

“Bigger,” I said, gesturing with my arms, making a circle, and sweeping my arms wide.

His gaze went to my boobs.

“Hey. Eyes up here.” I snapped my fingers in front of his face and pointed to my face. “Focus.”

With a growing smile, he said something.

“Yes, boobs are fascinating,” I said dryly. “But, I want to see where we are. Stars. Suns. Planets. Anything more than this complete blackness.”

I took his hand and brought it to the monitor. He changed the view to more blackness, but tiny bits of light scattered in it. It didn’t look like the night sky view I knew, so I motioned that he should do it again.

He changed the view several more times before the image of something that wasn’t a planet or a star appeared. The long and sleek shape almost matched the surrounding nothingness of space.

“What is that?” I asked.

The ship said something at the same time. Khorahn answered. His arms wrapped around me, and I felt a strange tugging in my middle a few moments later. The ship on the screen disappeared, replaced by a lot of stars.

The ship said something again. Khorahn responded. I twisted in my seat to look at him.

It was a mistake for both of us. He gripped my hips, bringing my attention to his swollen top cock that was now wedged between my cheeks. My breath whooshed out of me. His gaze dipped to my mouth, and my control broke.

I had my hands in his hair and was pulling him down for a kiss before I knew what I was doing. He was an amazing kisser, doing all the right things with his mouth while touching all the right places with his hands. When his fingers found my nipple, I groaned and turned on his lap.

He helped lift me and settle me over his hips. He didn’t press into me, though; he let me control my slow descent on his length. The knot felt bigger this time, and I struggled to accommodate it.

His lips left mine, and he ducked down to take my nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped me. I clenched around the tip of him. He growled as I ground down harder and slid home, chanting his name and clutching his hair.

The next time I clenched, I felt him release inside of me. It set off the same chain reaction orgasm like the last time. I came hard and fast and didn’t stop moving until I was a sweaty heap of no strength or energy.

When I came to, he was cradling me against his chest, a hand soothing down my back and keeping me firmly seated on his shaft that felt like it could go off again. Since I was there and he was obviously willing, I started to rotate my hips.

He said something and tipped my chin back to look at me. Then he kissed my forehead, my nose, my eyelids, and my mouth. I grinned tiredly and continued to gyrate on his length. The orgasm was instant after I clenched, and he released.

This time, though, instead of letting me come until I passed out, he lifted me off his length. His spend dripped from me as he stood, cradling me in his arms. He kissed me senseless all the way to the shower.

He didn’t coat me with his glitter or have me use the toilet. He just started the steam cycle and sat with me across his lap and held me. His cock pressed into my hip insistently as he stroked my arm and spoke to me in his even tone.

I got the feeling that he was trying to calm me down. And maybe he was right. I did feel a little out of control in my primal need for sex. So I leaned into him and focused on breathing rather than licking his chest.

Distracting myself never worked for long, though. Over the course of the day, or maybe several days, that pattern of distracting myself, snapping and molesting a very willing Khorahn, and coming until I passed out repeated itself several times with some interesting variety.

Sometimes, rather than letting me ride him, he would set me on a kitchen table and feast. I definitely liked it when he did that, even though I begged—loudly—for some penetration. Sometimes, I woke alone, and it was like a game of hide and seek to find him. When I got really needy, I’d lead him to the kitchen and wait until I was sitting on his lap to drop my spoon. He didn’t disappoint and touched me much like he had the first time.

I knew the level of desperation I was feeling for him wasn’t normal. I kept trying to deny myself, but I ached for him everywhere, and the only relief I got was when I was coming. Which was more than I should have been because I had no control.

My clit started to feel sore, and my bits were a little swollen as I stood in the hallway, trying to tell myself not to look for Khorahn again. How could I be this horny while sore? It didn’t make any sense.

The ship started making a familiar weird sound. A pinging beep followed by talking. I tried to place when I’d heard it before, and once I did, my eyes went wide.

“No, Khorahn! No more ninja-fighting worms,” I yelled. “You finally stopped limping!

I heard him call my name from somewhere deeper in the ship and hurried in that direction. He was big and wouldn’t be easy to pin down, but there was no way I was letting him jump out of the ship like that again.

The door to the jewelry room was open when I reached it, and I found him sitting on the stool there.

He was dripping fluid on the floor as he worked one of those flat metal disks around a ruby. He’d been tinkering with his weird creation for days. At least, I thought it was days. It was hard to tell in space and when I kept passing out from orgasms.

I crossed my arms, trying for a stern pose. He glanced up and looked at my boobs instead of my scowl.

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