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I look down and suffer a small fit at the sight of my cock stuffed into her body almost, but not quite all the way, down to the plates. And then she starts to move. The slightest rotation of her hips makes my mind blank and semen begin to fire.
“Fuck! I forgot about…the come!” She laughs wildly, throws her head back. Her long coils — a style she callslocs— spray sweet water across my cheeks. It looks like diamonds and feels like rain. She is everything.
No Niahhorru male has ever been rutted on his back and I don’t know what to make of it. I brought her here to punish her, but instead, I believe I might be the blissfully unaware recipient of Deena’s complete and utter thanks.
“You like the beach, then, do you, pirate?” I growl, holding onto her hips and thrusting mine up every time she slams down. The slapping sound fills me with pleasure and fear and a shattering sort of surreality. This cannot be real. For all her talks of defects, this female is perfect for me. The most perfect female in all the Quadrants.
I massage her stomach in a way she likes because her panting picks up, elevating and escalating. She starts to fondle her left breast, but I bat her hand out of the way and quickly reclaim it. “This is mine, pirate, and if you try to steal from me again, you will be punished.” But there is no such thing when even her voice is the most acute torment to my discipline. I’d do anything for this female.
“Punish me, Rhork,” she moans. “Touch my…”
She doesn’t need to finish as my lower hand moves from her hip to her clit. I wet my fingers in my come and smear it over her curls, using it to massage her sensitive skin. I rub and pinch and massage her thoroughly. It takes her instances — less than breaths — before she starts to shake and shiver, losing the rhythm she’d been following, and collapsing forward onto my chest.
When she screams my name, she makes me feel like I own the cosmos. Or perhaps, like we are the only ones in it. Without my token in my head, I feel uncommonly clear. With her in my arms, I feel wholly focused. There is only this thing between us and it will never end, because it is shaped like forever.
I groan, coming more forcefully in response to her pleasure. Thick grey gobs of semen soak her curls, soak my plates and the stones they protect, soak the sands beneath us. I want it deeper inside of her and growl, flipping our positions so that I’m on top and she’s beneath me and I start to pound into her hard. I want it to imprint on her memory, the weight of my thrusts. I want her to think about them when she closes her eyes in the dark. I want her to think about them every time she sees me interact with another female because I want her to know that they are all for her. Only for her.
I want her to know that, in exchange for her love and her body and each one of her terrible songs, I’ll buy her however many planets she wants, breed her in all the galaxies oceans.
“You’re mine, Deena. My pirate. My warrior.”
“And you’re mine, Rhork. And if I ever see you…with your hands on another female again…” She grabs onto my throat, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to grab my attention. “I will cut them off. All four of them.”
I bark out a laugh and dive into the shape of her mouth, then feast.
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Deena
Rhork is insatiable. He fucks me on the beach and then in the water and then on the beach again and then on the ramp of the ship and then standing up against the side of the ship and then he pushes me onto my knees and commands me to lick the come on his cock until it’s clean and I do and then he pushes me onto my back and ruts between my breasts and then we leave the beach and head for the trees and he takes me again up against a tree trunk, but when it starts to shake too badly, he lowers me back to the ground and I ride him until he begs me for mercy and then I roll over and he tries to enter my ass, but can’t fit, so he sates his desire to have my ass by humping me between the ass cheeks while fingering my clit until I come and he explodes and then we start the whole process all over on the beach until the sky turns dark and then starts to lighten.
“Rhork, I need to catch up on sleep…” I moan, boneless lying on the sand. Sand covers all of me. Rhork covers all of me.
He pulls my body under his and slaps my knees apart, settling between my hips. His cock is still rock hard and still coming and his face twists in pain whenever he comes out of me to change position. “Pirates don’t sleep and they certainly don’t try uselessly to catch it.”
“This pirate might.”
“I’m your captain. You’ll sleep when I tell you to sleep.” He slams my hips down to meet his, breaching the barrier of my swollen, sore lips in one move.
My eyes roll back into my skull as I grow deliriously hot all over again. The sand is soft between his skin and mine, but still grates when our bodies press together. I wince at the sensitivity on my clit and, like the mind reader he is, Rhork staggers onto his feet with me wrapped in his arms and takes us back to the water.
He’s clearly not operating at full speed, because he staggers and splashes wildly into the waves, which are picking up. I smile, too tired to laugh, as he collapses to his knees with the water at chest height, and smooths the sand away from my clit, then starts to lift me up and down and use my body like he used that strange come machine on his ship.
My hands are loose around his neck and I’m not doing any of the work, but he doesn’t seem to mind and I definitely don’t. “I’m just like that come receptacle you had on your ship…”
“What?”
“The orange one.”
“Ah…ontte,” he snarls against my cheek, biting it savagely before licking the bite clean. “The machine for relief. A place for me to put my cock and my come whenever I’d like. Will you ever deny me, Deena? Even when you are tired?”
“Centare,” I gasp as another orgasm builds in me. I shake my head, damp locs whipping around my shoulders and sticking to my neck. “I won’t.”
“When I want you, you’ll spread your legs, isn’t that right?”
“Ontte.” My chest constricts. My gut contracts. His words are disgraceful as all get out, but I can’t find myself anything but aroused by them.
“And when I want your mouth on me, you’ll lick me clean, won’t you, Deena?”
