The heat of his cock presses harder, and then he's inside, penetrating me in a single, powerful thrust. Stars burst behindmy closed lids. The sensation is overwhelming—his size, the fullness, the relentless pressure against all the places that make my body sing.
Then the fingerlike projections at the base of his cock come to life against my clit, humming and vibrating with an intensity that curls my toes up hard. Each vibration sends jolts of pleasure radiating through me, a crescendo of need that builds with every undulation. I can't help but rock against him, seeking more of that sweet friction.
The command deck fades away, the Universe narrows down to just Behtu’s sivot and me, and the carnal dance we're locked in. His hips thrust, driving his cock deeper, and I'm lost in the rapture of it, the delicious stretch and fill. Every nerve ending feels electrified, my inner walls clenching around him as if they have a will of their own.
I gasp and moan as another wave of pleasure washes over me. His rhythm is relentless, each thrust purposeful, designed to take us both to the brink and beyond.
The cold wall against my back contrasts with the heat of our bodies, the slickness of sweat that coats our skin. He moves within me, and with every stroke, I'm coming undone, teetering on the edge of something monumental. There's no space for thought, only feeling the raw, dark hunger I’ve come to crave.
At this moment, there's no Star Maverick, no rogue of the stars—just Behtu, in all his monstrous glory, laying claim to my pussy as if his life depends on it. And perhaps, in a way, it does. Because in this crazy, mixed-up galaxy, among alien cultures and advanced technology, it's this feral, animalistic rutting that feels like the truest reality.
"More," I plead, nails digging into the tough flesh of his shoulders. He obliges, his thrusts becoming more fervent, pushing me closer to oblivion. The wall of the command deckbears silent witness to our union, a stark reminder of where we are, an oasis of lust surrounded by the cold machinery of space.
With every deep penetration of his thick shaft, I'm spiraling. The pleasure is a living thing between us, binding us tighter together, a force as formidable as any I've ever known. It's dark and intense, a maelstrom of sensation that threatens to consume me whole. And I welcome it, I welcome him with every fiber of my being.
With a roar, he plunges in deep. Impaled on his monstrous dick, I sense the unmistakable swelling of his knot pressing against the elusive tissue of my G-spot.
Electric ecstasy sparks through me, igniting every nerve ending as I’m consumed by a crescendo of pleasure. The vibrating projections at the base of his cock engulfs and hums my throbbing clit, an unrelenting melody that drives me over the edge. My body convulses around him, clutching and releasing in rapturous spasms. Each orgasm is a starburst, bright spots dancing behind closed eyelids, a cosmic display just for me.
My insides clench, each contraction milking the sivot's rigid shaft, greedy for the intensity only he can provide. His growls reverberate through the command deck, a primal soundtrack to our carnal ballet.
And then, as if sensing my need for something beyond this wild coupling, his beastly form shudders against me. The shift begins, a ripple of energy cascading over sinew and bone. The power of the sivot recedes, ushering in the familiar contours of his Kaul form.
Liquid, blue skin fades to a glossy hue. The solid shield sheathing his arm transforms to the matte design, a testimony to his otherworldly lineage. Eyes that once glowed with an intense white light now simmer a glacial blue with a depth of emotion that tugs at my core. And then it’s Behtu fucking me, just Behtu, in all his rugged glory.
The transformation is complete. His hands, once monstrous claws, are now those of the male I recognize, an anchor amid the tempest of sensation. He pulls back, watching me with those piercing eyes, and thrusts forward slowly, deliberately. The change in form doesn't diminish the connection, it deepens it, intertwining a sinuous web of lust pulsating between us.
His lips crash over mine in a fiery kiss as he thrusts deeper inside me. The taste of him is intoxicating, a feral mix of spice and danger. His kiss is possessive yet tender, a silent promise of everything we could be together.
“We need a bed for what I have in mind,” Behtu rasps across my lips. I wrap my legs around his tight waist, his cock nestled inside me as he carries me from the command deck and down the narrow corridor to the back of the ship.
Inside Behtu’s quarters, he gently lays me on the bed. Reverent lips find mine in a gentle, worshipping kiss that melts my bones and leaves me shaking. Behtu withdraws his hips then glides back into me with a deliberate rhythm that speaks of lovemaking rather than the raw passion we've shared up until now.
The room suddenly spins, disorienting me in the best way, before I find myself flipped onto my belly. Strong hands grasp my hips, guiding me onto all fours as he enters me from behind.
I moan, fingers digging into the bed covers, my mind awash with the sensation of being filled, worshipped. The sensation of Behtu inside me is a slow burn, a deliberate claiming that sets every nerve ending on fire. His cock glides into me inch by agonizing inch, and I can't help but arch like a rabid slut, craving the fullness he offers. The heat of his body radiates against mine, and I savor the deep, stretching pleasure as he fills me completely.
A low growl rumbles through the room. Behtu’s hands grip my hips harder with a possessive strength, anchoring me to thepresent moment where nothing exists but me and him. He pulls back only to surge forward again, and it's like being struck by lightning, over and over again. Every thrust is an erotic dance that sends me spiraling.
Hunger and primal desire coil tight, the relentless pounding of Behtu's hips against my backside a testament to the untamed passion we share. The bed creaks under the force of our coupling, but it's the subtle buzzing at the edge of my consciousness that draws a strangled moan from my lips—the vibrating fingerlike projections at the base of his cock teasing the sensitive ring of my anus.
I gasp as he adjusts the angle, the vibrations intensifying, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. It's a sensation so new, so exquisitely forbidden, it tips me over into a realm of sensation I've never known. Each hum of the weft feels like a secret being whispered against my skin, a decadent indulgence that I can't help but crave more of.
His pace turns frantic, unrelenting. The room reverberates with wet slapping of our bodies colliding. My hands fist the sheets, arching into him, I meet his every thrust with a hunger that seems insatiable. His hands move from my hips to my shoulders, holding me steady as he ruts me from behind, deeper, harder, pushing us both toward the edge of oblivion.
The depth of his strokes never falters, each one driving me closer to release, to that explosive climax that hovers just within reach. The relentless rhythm of his body against mine builds higher, tighter until I'm teetering on the brink, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure that awaits.
My breath hitches, broken by the sharp intake of air as a wave of bliss crashes over me. My vision blurs, spots of color dancing behind my closed eyelids as my body convulses around him. Behtu's thrusts become erratic, spurred on by my reaction.
"Look at you... taking all I give," Behtu grunts, his grip on my hips a silent claim that resonates to my core.
"Only for you," I manage to breathe out, my voice a mere whisper lost in the cacophony of our bodies slamming together. And then, with one final thrust that drives deeper than all the rest, I shatter again. The orgasm rips through me, a supernova bursting to life within the confines of my flesh. A keening wail escapes me, raw and unfiltered, as I toss back my head and arch my back, surrendering completely to the inferno that only Behtu can ignite.
Behtu is right there with me, releasing a triumph howl of conquest. The heat of his climax floods me, the hot rush of his spill branding me as his in the most intimate of ways.
Panting and spent, I collapse beneath him as he continues to thrust into me, each after-shock of pleasure wringing another cry from my lips until I'm left boneless and trembling. As the last ripples of pleasure ebb away, I'm acutely aware of the power this space pirate holds over me, not just in body, but in the deepest recesses of my soul.
The clattering sound might as well be an explosion. Originating from the command deck, it pierces the sanctity of Behtu's quarters. We freeze, still joined as the reality of our surroundings crashes in.
