He reached over and flipped off the breakfast cooker to the left, and shoved her shirt up enough so he could see his target. He stood there, just staring at her.
And then he stroked her with his finger, her cream all over him. He put the finger in his mouth and met her gaze.
“Delicious,” he whispered.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, reaching for his cock. “You can eat later. I need my meat now, please.”
He grinned and shoved his cock in.
Polly cried out.
“Is that what you needed?”
“Yes,” she moaned as he started driving into her. Each thrust felt like perfection, making her whole body shake and quiver.
How he did that, she didn’t know, but every time, it didn’t matter. He split her in half and absolutely brought her to another realm of existence when he pounded into her.
The orgasm hit her hard, fast, and the release was just as intense. She bucked and cried out as she came, squeezing him tight.
He groaned as well, holding onto her, and thrusting into her with a last, final hit, hard and intense.
They stood there like that for a few minutes. Their bodies slowly relaxing a little from the coupling.
Erzo wrapped his arm around her and lowered her to the floor. Her legs were a little wobbly at first.
He had that magic cock, after all, and he could make her weak.
He kept a hold of her, just in case it took her a moment. “Are you stable,” he asked.
She nodded. “I think so.”
He let go and turned back to the food. “I don’t think the food is ruined.”
“Okay,” she said, and headed back to the bathroom. “Give me a second to freshen up.
He nodded. “Please put on pants this time. I don’t want to miss work again.”
“And if I don’t?”
He raised his eyebrow. “I may have to spank you.”
She smiled. “You’re not making a good case for yourself.”
“Don’t you have a meeting today?”
Polly sighed. “Can’t we skip it, and just stay here all day again?”
“Polly, we have to get this taken care of. Part of the Mining Guild rules. All new residents need to find a position to work. Or else you’d have to live on your own planet somewhere else.”
“I don’t know, that could be fun. I could be your kept play-toy,” she said.
“You’d be kept in a crate, on my salary.”
She laughed. It had been a joke since they’d gotten back that she figure out something she could do while she was on the ship. She’d been putting off the job interview process because she just wasn’t ready.
If she got a job, it meant she was staying.
If she was staying, she would not see her family again.
