His thumb finds my clit again—that devastating texture dragging across the most sensitive bundle of nerves in my body. My hips buck involuntarily, my boot slamming against the yaw pedal. The Precision lurches violently to port.
“Stabilize!” I scream the command at myself, fighting to level the ship as proximity alarms shriek their warnings.
“Does that distract you, Inspector?” His voice is a growl against my ear, dark and pleased and absolutely feral.
“It... compromises... pedal control,” I gasp, correcting our course with a violent jerk of the stick that drives him deeper.
“Then compensate.” His free hand clamps onto my hip bone like a vice, anchoring me to the seat with bruising strength. “Hold steady. I’ll keep you exactly where you need to be.”
He obeys, pinning me in place. But his other hand doesn’t stop—keeps working my clit with that maddeningly textured thumb while his cock stretches me impossibly wider with each thrust. The biological swelling intensifies, locking us together in ways that make separation physically impossible.
I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. I am flying a starship through a goddamn blender while coming apart at the seams, and somehow I’m still hitting every trajectory marker with precision that would make my instructors weep.
“Thirty seconds to window!” KiKi announces.
The asteroids ahead begin their rotation—massive chunks of rock and ice spinning through space with mathematical predictability. The gap forming between them is narrow. Deadly. Requiring perfect timing and absolute precision.
His thrusts speed up, matching the countdown. His hands grip me hard enough to leave bruises I’ll wear for days. His cock pulses inside me with each stroke, ridges catching and releasing in ways that make my internal muscles clench desperately around him.
Through the bond, I feel everything he feels—the tight heat gripping him, the texture of my body accommodating his alien anatomy, the overwhelming need to mark and claim and possess completely.
“Twenty seconds. Window opening. Prepare for synchronized navigation and claiming.”
The asteroids rotate with mathematical precision, creating a gap that will exist for exactly fifteen seconds before closing forever like a predator’s jaws.
“Ten.”
I angle us toward the impossible gap, every calculation running through both our minds simultaneously—trajectory, velocity, timing, the exact moment we need to commit.
“Five.”
His mouth finds my throat. Fangs scraping my pulse with promise and possession.
“Now.”
Several things happen simultaneously:
I throw The Precision through the gap with precision that transcends skill—pure instinct guided by our merged awareness.
His fangs sink into my throat—not deep enough for serious damage, but deep enough that I feel the pierce and flood of heat that marks me as his.
His cock pulses inside me as my body arches into the claiming bite, and the combination triggers something deeper than orgasm—something that feels like my nervous system rewiring itself around his presence.
The bond explodes into something transcendent.
Suddenly I’m feeling both sides—the tight heat gripping his cock, the taste of my blood on his tongue. And he’s feeling mine—the sharp pain transforming to pleasure, the stretch of him filling me completely, the absolute certainty that this is right and inevitable and permanent.
Every sensation magnified and reflected and amplified until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
And through it all—my hands stay steady.
I thread us through the impossible gap with centimeters to spare. Asteroids within millimeters of our hull. Proximity alarms screaming. Gravitational forces trying to crush us.
But we make it through.
We burst into clear space, gaining precious minutes on our pursuer, and the moment we clear danger, everything catches up.
The orgasm hits like a solar flare—white-hot pleasure obliterating thought. Every nerve ending ignites simultaneously, feeding along our connection to hit Crash with equal intensity. He follows with a roar that’s more animal than sentient being, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he fills me with heat that feels like liquid starlight.
