Page 26 of Accidentally Abducted

"As can I," he breathes, still holding perfectly still to let me adjust. "Jake, you feel... this is..."

"Incredible," I finish, because there really aren't words for what it's like to experience this from both perspectives simultaneously.

When he finally starts to move, it's with a careful rhythm that builds slowly, both of us adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of shared pleasure. Each thrust sends waves of sensation through the empathic connection, creating a feedback loop that has us both gasping and clinging to each other.

"Good boy," Zeph murmurs against my ear when I start meeting his thrusts, and the praise sends an unexpected jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "So perfect for me. Taking my cock so beautifully. You're doing so well."

The words affect me almost as much as the physical sensation, making me moan and arch against him. I'd never realized how much I needed to hear those words until Zeph started saying them.

"You like that," Zeph observes, his voice a mix of wonder and satisfaction. "You respond so beautifully to praise."

"Don't stop," I gasp, because the combination of his voice and his cock hitting exactly the right spot is driving me wild. "Please, tell me, tell me I'm good."

"You are perfect," Zeph says without hesitation, his thrusts becoming deeper, more purposeful. "So good for me, so responsive, so beautifully made for this. For me."

Every word of praise pushes me closer to the edge, the praise kink I never knew I had now fully exposed and exploited by this alien who somehow knows exactly what I need.

"More," I beg, clinging to him as the pleasure builds to almost unbearable levels. "Please, Zeph, I can take it. I want to be good for you."

That seems to break something in him, something that's been held tightly in check. His rhythm changes, becoming harder, more demanding, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The careful control he's maintained since the moment we met starts to fracture, and I can see it in the way his bioluminescence pulses erratically across his skin, no longer the steady glow but flashing in time with his increasingly forceful movements.

"Yes," I encourage him, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. "That's it. Don't hold back. Show me what you really want."

Just as he promised, he holds me down with his full strength, one large hand pinning both of my wrists above my head while the other grips my hip hard enough to leave marks. The display of power should be intimidating, but instead it's thrilling, this controlled, methodical alien finally letting go because of me.

His hips snap forward with inhuman force, driving his cock so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat. The bed framecreaks ominously beneath us, just as he'd promised it would. Each powerful thrust feels like he's claiming me, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.

"Jake," he growls, and his voice has dropped to a register that makes my entire body shudder. "Mine."

"Yours," I agree without hesitation, because in this moment, it feels like the most fundamental truth in the universe.

He shifts his grip, using his strength to reposition me exactly as he wants, angling my hips to allow him to drive even deeper. When he slams back in, he hits my prostate with perfect accuracy, making me cry out so loudly the sound echoes off the walls of our quarters.

"That's it," he says, his formal accent roughened with desire as he pounds into me relentlessly. "Let me hear how much you enjoy this. Let me hear what I do to you."

Through our empathic connection, I can feel the moment he stops thinking and surrenders to pure sensation. It's like a dam breaking, a flood of pleasure and need and something deeper washing over me. I can feel what he feels, the tight heat of my body around him, the friction of each thrust, the mounting pressure of approaching orgasm. But more than that, I can feel his wonder, his growing attachment, his disbelief that something this intense could exist.

The bed creaks ominously beneath us as he drives into me with a force that should hurt but somehow doesn't, the sweet-smelling lubricant and Zeph's meticulous preparation making even this savage pace feel like ecstasy. His cock feels impossibly large inside me, the ridges along its length stimulating nerves I didn't know I had, each thrust sending electric currents of pleasure through me.

"So good," I babble, beyond coherent thought now. "So fucking good. Don't stop, please don't stop."

"I could not stop if the ship were burning around us," Zeph growls, and the raw need in his voice sends another jolt of pleasure through me.

Just as he promised, he fucks me until I forget my own name, until the only word I can remember is his, until I'm reduced to incoherent pleas and desperate moans. His hand moves between us, wrapping around my cock, still slick with that natural lubricant. The dual stimulation, his cock inside me, his hand around me, the empathic feedback loop amplifying everything, pushes me rapidly toward the edge.

"I'm close," I warn him, my voice breaking as he simultaneously strokes my cock and pounds into me. "Zeph, I'm going to—"

"Look at me," he commands, his golden eyes intense as they lock with mine. "I want to see your face when you come apart for me."

That does it. The combination of his words, his cock hitting exactly the right spot, his hand working me in perfect rhythm, and the overwhelming sensations flowing through our empathic connection pushes me over the edge. My orgasm hits with a force that steals my breath, my body clenching around him as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending.

Through the connection, I feel the exact moment when my climax triggers his. The empathic feedback loop creates a cascade effect, my pleasure amplifying his, which in turn intensifies mine. I can feel him throbbing inside me, pulsing as he comes, and the sensation of his release, both physical and emotional, prolongs my own orgasm until I'm shaking and incoherent beneath him.

The bioluminescence beneath his skin reaches a blinding intensity as he comes, bathing the entire room in golden light. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, this powerful alien completely undone, glowing like a supernova, all because of me.

As we both come down from the high, trembling and gasping, I can still feel him through the empathic bond, his satisfaction, his wonder, and something else, something deeper that neither of us is ready to name. He collapses beside me rather than on top of me, thoughtful even in his exhaustion, but keeps our bodies connected, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist as if he can't bear to let me go.

Just as he promised, I can feel the empathic bond strengthening, a connection that I somehow know will linger even after we're physically separated. The realization that I'll still feel him even after I return to Earth sends contradictory emotions through me, comfort that I'll carry a piece of him with me, and a hollow ache knowing that might be all I have left in just a few hours.

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