“Mmm. I like that. That we could share being knotted together.”
Elio gulped as thoughts he’d never before considered slid into his pleasure-wracked brain. He could be knotted with this toy. He could have Lycen fucking him, with this toy in her hand, her mouth around his cock... “I don’t know what this Valentine’s night did to me, or whether it’s just being with you that does this to me, but I would do anything with you. I said that already.”
“Keep saying it.” Lycen’s voice was strained, and Elio could feel her limbs shaking as the final inches pressed into her and the large bulb of the fake knot pushed at her entrance. Her soft walls parted and expanded, letting him find a little breathing room by plastering his cock into the upper wall of her sex, the thick knot sliding in under him.
“Ohh. Ohhh. Ohhhhh.” Her cries scaled the octave, then dropped into a deep, shaking whine as the knot penetrated her and filled her completely, packing her pussy until it strained.
The pressure was too much. The warmth and wetness of her orgasm cresting over him, the knot bucking against his cock asthe burrowing motion reduced to gentle pulses... He came with a sharp grunt, eyes shut against the wave of pleasure that had crept up on him and dragged him out like a tsunami’s retreat.
Lycen wasn’t done, still in the throes of her climax, each pulse making her shake and her walls spasm and swallow him.
“Your pussy’s swallowing up all my cum. My sweet, beautiful Lycen.”
“I’m not so sweet. All the things I want. I crave. Like being filled with you and your knot—or what we can use as a knot,” she moaned, fingers still stirring her clit in circles as she finished a series of mini-orgasms, all building to one large one.
“I think they’re sweet. They’re perfect. Just like you.” Elio leaned forward, hissing as the angle put a new and not entirely pleasant pinch on his spent cock. He didn’t want to slip from her yet. He wanted to whisper against her throat as she finally had her final release. “We’re not broken, Ly. We’re all better now. Better together. There are no more broken rules, because we make our own, don’t we, baby?”
“Oh, yes! Oh, yes, yes,yes!”
Elio couldn’t tell if she was screaming her release or her agreement.
He decided it was both.
Aftermath
“Why in the name of Bastet’s left whiskers are you two scrubbing the med bay at this hour? You were on duty all night—even though I told you it wasn’t necessary—and the log says we didn’t have a single patient.”
Dax and Skyla froze guiltily, hands pausing with sanitizing irradiators in mid-air. The service droids continued their cleaning protocols around them.
“Um. It’s a tradition,” squeaked Dax. He coughed and lowered his voice to its normal range. “After Valentine’s Day, you do... String Cleaning.”
“It’s Spring Cleaning, Valentine’s is not in the spring season, and you’re a terrible liar.” Marcus pushed past his assistants with a huff. “What did you break, spill, or otherwise splash around the med bay, Dax? You’re cleaning up after some disaster, aren’t you?”
“No! Honest. It wasn’t a disaster, anyway,” Dax mumbled.
Marcus gave him a long look, then sat at his desk and pulled up the day’s files. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at his two assistants with a frown. “I have a request entitled Canid Chromosomal Booster Trial. From aboard this ship, not from the Sirius Federation Institutes of Health or Bastet Mercy.”
Dax looked at Skyla and dropped his irradiator to seize her hands. “Oh, babe! Really? This soon? I mean... I’m with you, all the way. I just thought maybe we’d take leave, meet your folks first, plan a nice wedding...”
“Wedding? Dax! You brilliant little blob of solar gases! You finally realized it! Ah-ha!” Marcus hopped up, grabbed the much smaller human with a pounce, and spun him around the room.
“Th-thanks, Doc!” Dax wheezed as his ribs were smushed.
“Congratulations, my dears! I’ve got some preliminary samples maturing, but this lights a fire under these old heels!” Marcus roared, slapping Skyla on the back so hard that she pitched face forward onto one of the rolling chairs.
“Thank you. It wasn’t me, though. I wouldn’t have done that without asking you about it, babe.” Skyla righted herself and came over to retrieve Dax from Marcus’ overenthusiastic embrace.
“It wasn’t?” Marcus put Dax down and looked puzzled. “But you said—”
“Well. Valentine’s. Cupid was here. Definitely,” Dax coughed and blushed, putting his arm around Skyla’s waist.
“Ahhh.” Marcus beamed—then frowned. “But who—” He returned to his desk and tapped the screen while his assistants continued chatting behind him.
“It has to be Jaxson and Kaylie. Have you seen the way he guards her like a big furry angel?” Dax snapped his fingers. “And she looks at him like he’s a big, juicy razortusk steak after weeks of being on a citrine juice fast.”
“Ohhh.” Skyla’s eyes immediately welled up as she thought of her former team leader and current crewmate. “That would be so wonderful. A second chance at love and a family for Jaxson, and Kaylie would finally have a family of her own, for real. I mean, because Jaxson is Rupex’s brother-in-law, so the cubs would be her niece and nephew, and—”
“I hate to cut you off, Skyla, because you’re painting a lovely picture, but it’s not from Jaxson or Kaylie. Medically speaking, this would be in strictest confidence. But because you two jokers are part of the med team, you’d see the request, anyway.”Marcus pushed himself away from his screen and waved Dax and Skyla over.
