Dommik grabbed her ass and thrust her against it. She gasped as he leveraged her above him and pulled down her pants, only letting her stand to rip them off all while she tore at his buckles, freeing him.
His dick sprang up, hard and thick, lusting to be sheathed by her, his little dripping-wet spitfire. With the light of the stars at her back, he could see her drenched panties and the sparkle of her essence at the crux of her thighs.
“I want to see you,” he groaned, trying to control the uncontrollable.
Dommik kept his hands on her skin, caressing her legs as she stood up and shimmied out of her underwear. He kicked them up with his boot and pocketed them. Her knees came down to straddle him again.
And with her pussy just above him, in line to be impaled by him, his little fairy opened herself before his gaze and up on display. One hand on his shoulder for support, the other spreading her folds as she leaned slightly back. “Do you like it?”
He had been with several women in his life, all bought under mutual agreement, all when he was first created and he couldn’t say anything about them, only faceless transactions, shadows in the dark and a minor reprieve to all the bloodshed and death. But Kat was different, alive, and blooming with supple curves, piercing eyes, and hair that was the embodiment of feral. Something that he didn’t know that he so desperately needed.
He was going to keep her. Dommik knew from the moment she walked onto his ship and amongst his cages, he was going to keep her.
“You’re beautiful.” His fingers replaced hers. “I’m going to play with you. You might want to hold on.”
She reached down and grabbed his cock, making him shudder. “I’m going to play with you too, then.” She began to massage his long length.
Dommik tensed, his legs strained as delicate, exploratory hands coaxed him from his thick mushroom tip to his base and lower to explore his balls. Beads of his precum sprouted from him to trail down his girth and catch over her delicate fingers.
He looked away and focused on her rosy clit, a delicious beacon, that made his girl jerk with each flick and pinch of his fingers, every twitch brought her wet opening closer to his cock. His thumb rubbed her bud with slow measured movements as the rest of his hands explored her slick folds and stroked her everywhere, everywhere but her entrance, rounding it over and over, working her into a frenzy.
“Do you ache?” he groaned.
“Yes but I don’t care!” she had stopped kneading his cock, and only gripped him now, lost in her own hell. “I feel so empty.” Kat tugged at him.
Dommik pierced her with his middle finger. “Is that better?” His thumb continued to rub her clit as he cupped her sex. She let go of him and grabbed his head, tearing at his hair and found his mouth to answer him with a fevered kiss.
“No,” Kat hissed into him.
He found her puckered g-spot and brought her to climax with a scream all over his hand. It was wet and glorious.
“How about now?” he teased as she writhed and rode out each spasm, crying out each time he pressed her tender flesh. She rode his hand like how he was about to make her ride his straining Cyborg cock.
When her second orgasm hit, clenching his lone finger, he let go and thrust her down on his waiting erection, taking every swollen inch she had to give. Dommik held her as her body pumped his. With only her moans spearing him on, he took her hips and moved her. He took in her every quiver, her every heartbeat, and kissed every inch of skin his mouth could reach.
He worshiped her as she succumbed to him.
And when her tired hands slowly lifted her shirt above her head to reveal her flushed breasts and perky nipples, he filled her with his seed. Kat’s thighs slapped his mid thrust. He held her over him until all of his seed was spent deep within her pussy. Until her deliciously pink sex strangled his cock and sucked every drop out of him.
Dommik was ready for round two but the urgency and the chaos ebbed into sated exhaustion. He took it for what it was and caressed her back as he held her. “You make me feel alive,” he whispered after a while.
She made his heart bleed.
“You just make me tired.”
Dommik laughed. “That’s all? No, I’m the best you’ve ever had? That I make you feel alive too? Give a man something to work with.”
He heard Kat scoff and snort. “Fine. You make my muscles ache too.”
“I can help with that.” He kissed the top of her head and pulled her off his lap, off his cock, buckling himself and picking her up. She mumbled protests but didn’t try to move away.
“Where are we going?”
“Medbay.”
She tensed in his arms.
What are you hiding from me?
