I test her breast theory again, looking out the window for one, two, nope. Can’t do it. Rekk, that’s difficult.
“Take your pants off, Captain. Let’s get this show on the road. You need to fuck me out of your system and I need…I have my own needs.” She stands and puts her hands on her hips. “Where’re we doing this?”
I rise to my feet, eager to mate with her. Finally. All my dreams since I laid eyes on her have been about this moment.
“And you better use the pull-out method or so help me I’ll murder you,” she warns. “Y’all may not have rubbers because you’re into procreation and whatnot, but I’m not about to let a one-night stand knock me up.”
I don’t understand any of what she said, but she’s taking off her shirt.
Mortarekker!
Her breasts are—
“Come on,” she orders. “I don’t have all night. Get naked already!”
I strip out of my suit as I stalk her. She peels off clothes, backing away from me until her rump hits the metal wall, making her shriek. Her eyes are wide when I free my cock and take it in my hand. It’s most certainly the most impressive one on this planet, I am sure.
“Okay, so,” she starts as I pounce. She lets out a squeal when I grab her rump and lift her. Her blunt claws dig into my shoulders. “We do this, and we’re done. Understood?”
Negative, lovely red-haired alien.
I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you.
She whimpers when my cock rubs against her pussy—that’s what I’ve overheard the girls back at the Facility giggle and call it before. I think it feels good for her because she rocks her hips, seemingly eager for the friction. We go at it like this for several moments until she shudders wildly. I nearly spill my seed all over her stomach but barely refrain.
“Oh, God,” she cries out.
I don’t know exactly what’s happening, but she’s blissed out and happy. I did this. The only mort who can make her do this, I am certain. With my cock in my grip, I slide into the wet channel between her thighs. One hard thrust and I’m deep inside her warmth. Her slick muscles contract around me, making me nearly black out from pleasure.
Rekk-rekk-rekk-rekk!
“Now, remember,” she barks out, “oh my God, you didn’t just c—”
Her words die out as the toxica hits her bloodstream, rendering her useless. I pull her against my chest, holding her rump with one hand and stroking my claws through her silky red hair with the other one.
“It takes longer when it’s my hand,” I explain away my quick release as I walk her to my room on the ship. “Next time maybe it won’t happen so fast.” My heart rate stammers in my chest. “Rest now, red-haired alien. You’re my mate and I’ll take care of you now.”
A hiss of air escapes her as I slide her off my cock that drips with my seed and lay her down on the bed. Curling around her, I inhale her scent, admire her lovely breasts, and then meet her stare.
Fire.
Fury.
Flames.
I found a mate who shines like the brightest star in the universe.
I’m a lucky mortarekker.
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He looks so goddamned pleased with himself it makes me sick.
If I could slap the look right off his face, I would.
But I can’t move, can only breathe and blink. At first, I thought maybe I was incapacitated from the orgasm—I mean, it was good, but could an orgasm leave you without the ability to move? I wouldn’t know. All the sex I’d participated in up to this point can only be described as mediocre…or non-consensual. I shake myself mentally to brush that thought away.
But that orgasm? It overtook me completely to the point where I was only half aware he’d come inside me before I could realize what he was doing. I had told him to pull out, hadn’t I? FML, did he even know what that meant?
This is why you shouldn’t impulse fuck an alien.
To say there is a language barrier is an understatement.
A moment of lust, a moment of pure selfish pleasure. That’s all it’s supposed to be. He looks at me like I hang the moon. Maybe they don’t have one-night stands on Mortuus, which feels like a serious oversight on their part. Maybe I should have thought this through before I got naked on a whim.
Crap.
One moment’s weakness, arguably for more gratification than I’d ever felt, could have disastrous complications. Complications I have no brain power to deal with at the moment.
I should have known better than to go to bed with an alien, even if he looks like a god and fucks like one, too. All the orgasms in the universe are not worth the cocky grin that shines down at me after he rests me on the bed. There was no way in hell he’d be doing any “taking care of me.” I thought I’d made that clear, but apparently not.