With a sigh, I twisted my body to look at him over my shoulder. “I shouldn’t have opened the bay door. The motion alarms went off, and I couldn’t see what was out there through the scope. I-I thought you might be hurt and unable to star hop…”
Maroxian-Ziggy cocked his head—an oddly curious expression on such an inhuman face. “You… wanted to save me?”
I huffed, annoyed at this big idiot all over again. “OfcourseI wanted to save you, Zig! You aren’t the only one who gets worried when we’re apart. At least in your case, you canfeel itwhen I need help.”
Ziggy froze, probably because I was getting myself all worked up. Tears pricked my eyelids as the anxiety and relief I’d been holding in flooded my system now that the adrenaline of the chase was gone.
“Lower your shields,star brightness,”he said, gentler this time, and I stifled a smile at his ad-libbing what was most likely supposed to be ‘sunshine.’ “Ineedto be inside you.”
I bit back my customary reminder that he alreadywas,but I knew even that permanently embedded piece wasn’t enough for Ziggy Andromeda. If my man could live inside me completely, he would be the happiest little body snatcher in all the galaxies.
But that’s not what he’s talking about at the moment…
My gaze lowered to where Ziggy’s Maroxian dick rested on my inaccessible ass—my lower back, really, thanks to its ridiculous length. It was long, yes, but the most exciting feature was the almost cock cage-like exoskeleton surrounding every inch of it, save for the dripping head.
“Please…”Ziggy mumbled low—as close to a whine as his current vessel allowed—rubbing himself against me, leaving a trail of precum on my shields.
Well, if I must.
Besides wanting to continue my all-access tour of the skinsuit closet, my proud Stellarianbeggingwas my kryptonite, so I didn’t waste another second before lowering my defenses.
Aaaand Zig didn’t waste a second before he struck.
I yelped as his tail swung around, securely binding my wrists to the pole while his claws tore off everything I wore below the belt.
RIP, Han Solo pants.
Again.
Successfully immobilized, I could only watch in scaroused horror as his massive, fanged mouth opened—releasing his long, slimy black tongue.
Okay, why is that kinda…
“FUCK!”I shouted as Ziggy wrenched my ass cheeks apart, claws digging into my flesh as his mile-long tongue punched its way into my hole. “Holy fuck, Zig, just…fuck!”
Of course, he’d rimmed me before—in multiple forms—but this was the first skinsuit with a Venom-worthy appendage.
We wereallthinking it. Don’t play.
I writhed beneath him as it tunneled deeper, teasing my p-spot just enough to make me whine, the squelching sounds mixing with my helpless noises and Ziggy’s growls until the gangway echoed with obscenity.
More, more, more!
All I knew was I would need to peruse the closet again after this, because the only time I’d experienced this glorious of a sensation was from Ziggy’s tendrils.
Plus the tentacle dildo I’d created back home, pre-space adventures.
Nothing like the real thing nowadays.
“My mate,” he growled after withdrawing his tongue, making me moan. “Mine to taste… to claim… todevour…”
Zig’s brain had clearly gone bye-bye to primal la-la land, so I couldn’t be sure if he meant that last part literally, but I also did not give a single fuck.
“Devour me,” I whimpered as he licked a hot stripe up my center again. “I need more.”
Mybrain might have been on its way to la-la land as well, but I was still coherent enough to know exactly which words to say to push his feral buttons.
“Get inside me. Please…breed me.”
