Page 50 of Salvaged By the Alien Pirate

His eyes darken with desire, fangs glinting in the dim light. “Then taste me, little hacker,” he growls. “Make me yours, completely and forever.”

I trail kisses lower, my lips brushing against his skin as if it were sacred ground. When I reach his cock, I pause, looking up at him once more. His eyes are filled with a desire so intense it takes my breath away. I lean down, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweetness of his skin.

He groans, his hands tightening in my hair as I take him into my mouth. His cock is hard and hot, the ridges along its length sending shivers of pleasure through him as I move my tongue along its length. I take him deeper, my mouth working in tandem with my hand, driving him to the edge of madness.

His breath hitches as I swirl my tongue around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum. His grip on my hair tightens, guiding me gently but firmly, urging me to take him deeper. I comply, relaxing my throat to accommodate his length, feeling the ridges of his shaft pulsing against my tongue.

Cirdox’s hips lift slightly, meeting my movements, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control. His wings flare out, casting shadows that dance across the walls as his tribal markings pulse brighter with every flick of my tongue. The bond between us pulses with shared need, growing stronger with each passing moment.

I pull back slightly, taking a breath before plunging down again, taking him deeper than before. His groan is primal, asound of raw need that makes my own desire flare hotter. I can feel his pleasure echoing through our bond, amplifying my own arousal. My free hand slides down my body, finding the slick heat between my thighs, circling my clit with steady pressure.

His eyes, glowing with an inner light, meet mine, and in them, I see the reflection of my own desire, mirrored and amplified. “Neon,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “You’re driving me mad.”

I hum around his cock, the vibration making him groan louder. His hips buck, seeking more friction, more contact. I give it to him, increasing the suction, the pace of my movements matching the desperate need coursing through both of us.

His hands leave my hair, moving to cup my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheekbones as he looks down at me with a mix of awe and raw lust. “I need you,” he rasps, his voice hoarse with desire. “All of you.”

I release him from my mouth, my hand still stroking his length as I look up at him. “Then take me,” I say, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. “Make me yours, completely and forever.”

With a growl that vibrates through his entire body, Cirdox sits up, his hands gripping my shoulders as he pulls me into a searing kiss. Our tongues tangle, and I can feel the sharp points of his fangs against my lips, a reminder of the wild, untamed creature he is.

He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Then let us begin,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

Cirdox guides me onto my back, his body looming over mine. He kisses his way down my neck, his fangs grazing my skin, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and hollow with a reverence that makes my heart ache.

“You are mine, Neon,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice filled with a possessive pride that sends a thrill through me. “And I am yours.”

I feel the gentle touch of his claws as they trail down my body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His wings curl around us, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy that blocks out the rest of the universe. I am hyperaware of every sensation, every brush of his skin against mine, every whispered word that escapes his lips.

He pauses at my hips, his crimson eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. “You are mine, Neon,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “And I am yours. Forever.”

His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he lowers his head. The first touch of his tongue against my core sends a jolt of electricity through me, making me gasp. He takes his time, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot with a reverence that leaves me trembling. His tongue flicks out, tasting and teasing, driving me to the brink of madness.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, guiding him closer, needing more. He responds with a growl, his fangs grazing my inner thighs as he delves deeper. The sensation of his rough tongue against my clit sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building with each expert stroke.

“Cirdox,” I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth as he brings me closer to the edge. His hands grip my ass, holding me in place as he feasts on me, his growls of pleasure vibrating through my core.

He slides a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, preparing me for what’s to come. The combination of his tongue on my clit and his fingers moving inside me is overwhelming, pushing me closer to the brink with each thrust.

“Come for me, little hacker,” he commands, his voice a low growl against my flesh. “Let me taste your pleasure.”

His words send me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, a wave of ecstasy that leaves me gasping and shaking. He laps at my core, drinking in my release, his growls of satisfaction sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body.

As the waves of my orgasm subside, he looks up at me, his eyes glowing with desire and something deeper, something primal. “You are mine, Neon,” he says, his voice a possessive growl. “And now, we become one.”

He moves up my body, his wings mantling around us as he positions himself at my entrance. I can feel the broad head of his cock nudging against me, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him in. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters me, stretching me, filling me completely.

The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a sweet, burning ache that borders on pain. I gasp, my fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back as he begins to move inside me. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, the bond between us pulsing with our combined rhythms.

His wings unfurl, casting a shadow over us as they beat slowly, rhythmically, in time with our lovemaking. The air around us crackles with energy, the bond between us drawing on the raw power of the Void Reaver itself. I can feel the ship’s engines resonating within me, their power amplifying the sensations coursing through my body.

“You feel so good, Neon,” Cirdox growls, his voice laced with awe and raw, unbridled lust. “So perfect.”

I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. Our bodies move together as one, our pace quickening, our breaths mingling in harsh, desperate pants. The pleasure builds, a spiraling tempest that threatens to consume us both.

Cirdox’s fangs extend once more, gleaming in the dim light. With a thrust that borders on savage, he strikes again, his fangs sinking into the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder. The pain is sharp, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure, sending me spiraling over the edge.

I cry out, my inner walls clenching around him as my orgasm rips through me. The bond between us flares, a brilliant conflagration that sears our souls together. Cirdox follows me over the precipice, his release triggering my own, a feedback loop of ecstasy that leaves us both trembling and gasping for air.

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