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He stilled, letting her get used to him. Her whole body shook from how utterly full she was.

And then, he started to move.

Chapter 12

Ranek

A snarl ripped from his throat as Ranek thrust up into Maya’s tight channel. Her pussy gripped him, and he had to fight to move, making the water around them splash over the pool’s edge.

“Stars! You feel so fucking good,” he growled through gritted teeth.

His words seemed to drive her need higher.

Maya was loud and expressive, and Ranek loved every moment of it. Every squeeze of her tight cunt on his cock was punctuated by a gasp or a sigh. And the breathy screams when he thrust into her were the best sounds he’d ever heard.

He wasn’t worried about predators coming across them while they were locked in their ardor. The entrance was the only way in, and he’d secured that already. She could scream all she wanted.

Hands gripping her hips, he turned his face to the ceiling, jaw tight, and pistoned into her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her movements grew wild. Then her channel was pulsingaround his swollen cock, driving all control from him. Her mouth opened in another scream, but this one was silent as orgasm racked her body.

Fuck! She felt so good.

Ranek gritted his teeth, trying to last, but it was too much. With a roar he came, emptying into her. The cavern vibrated with the sound, and he continued thrusting until the echoes faded.

Maya collapsed, limp on his body, her cheek resting on his chest, just barely above the water.

“You good?” he asked, nuzzling her temple.

“Mmm, more than good.” She closed her eyes and sighed.

Ranek shifted her slightly, supporting her as he slowly eased out of her, letting the natural spring water clean them. They stayed there in the spring, the warmth and minerals sinking into their muscles and working their magic.

He wished the moment could last forever, but soon, Maya’s delicate human skin was starting to wrinkle, and it was time they returned to the mining station to spend the night. They’d need to be well-rested for the trip tomorrow. Ranek lifted Maya’s limp and thoroughly sated form out of the water, his eyes scanning the room for Commander Chaos.

The pup was asleep next to the pool, the soft sounds of his snoring audible over the bubbling water.

Stepping out of the pool, the water dripping off their bodies, he made his way to the pup. He carefully tapped the snoring creature with his foot. “Time to go.”

“Wait. Our stuff,” Maya said with a yawn. He’d tired her out.

“I’ll come back for it.”

He started toward the door, and the pup followed. They moved through the winding tunnels, making their way back to the mining station. Maya's head rested on his shoulder, eyes closed, a serene smile on her lips, and Ranek felt a tightness in his chest that made it almost hard to breathe. The stale air of the mining station didn’t help; its cold metal walls were a stark contrast to the geothermal heat they'd left behind.

The skin on Maya’s arms pebbled from the sudden change in temperature.

Instead of returning to the infirmary where the grate to the vents was still broken, Ranek continued farther down the corridor.

“Where are we going?” she asked, lifting her head from his shoulder.

“The station supervisor’s room. It is smaller and easier to secure in case Commander Chaos wants to go exploring again.”

“Good idea.” She rested her head back onto his shoulder and closed her eyes.

The room was clearly marked with a plaque, and the door was conveniently open since Ranek had planned to return on his next trip to loot it out. The first time he’d been here, the bed had been covered with a blanket, and that was covered in a thick layer of dust. He’d carefully removed it, thinking it would be a better place to sleep, but the infirmary with its intact air filtration system and cleansing unit had won out last night.

But right now, being able to secure the room was more important.

He was glad now that there was somewhere soft and clean to place the precious bundle in his arms. The rest of the room was just as cluttered as he’d left it. A heavy desk dominated the wall,piled high with ledgers and record books. Several platters from the now-broken food replicator sat stacked in one corner. The drawer was so full of Stars-knew-what that it refused to fully close. There was a simple map of the tunnels below on the wall, and schedules pinned all around it.