"So tight for me, a perfect fit," he grunts, ears pinning back against his head.
I grip the hair on his chest tighter, his fur making it easy for me to hold on. He's still holding himself back, and I can tell this pace is killing him.
"Harder," I moan. I want him to take what he needs from me—I want to feel the swell of his heads when he crosses the finish line.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" He gazes down at me reverently.
"Take me, I'm yours."
Those eyes burn so bright as he grins and puts a knee on the bed. Mekkra grabs my ass and drags it up into the air. His other foot finds the floor, and he lines himself up before driving himself deep.
I arch off the bed until only the top of my head has contact with the bed, and I swear more sparks fly behind my eyes.
He does it again, and the noise that comes from my mouth is animalistic. Deeper, harder, his pace becomes relentless.
I look at his face and know that this is the only way I'll see him lose himself from now on…not madness, but pleasure.
There's a pressure growing deep inside me, it presses against the sensitive spot inside my pussy.It's warm and throbbing, deep and steady where we're pressed together.
It feels so fucking good.
"You are brave, you are worthy, you—you—you're mine!" he roars before collapsing over me.
His cock jerks, and as his heads swell, I've never been so full of someone. The feeling inside me tightens. I've never experienced this sensation before, but it's not painful.
I test it by clenching my muscles, and Mekkra's hand slides up my arm until it settles at the base of my throat.
"Easy, mate." His voice is rough but soothing. Something about the low rumble of his tone has my body reacting before my mind can.
I clench over him again and delight in the fuzzy feeling that rushes through me. With a wiggle of my hips, I realize that I can no longer move away. His cock has locked into the deepest part of me.
Mekkra tightens his grip over my neck, and that in combination with the way we’re rooted together—tight, unyielding—hits just fucking right.
I'm sent careening over the edge again. The sensation throbs through me, sharp and consuming, warmth building and spilling as I cling to him, my body going slick where we meet, heat and motion blurring into one relentless pull.
Finally, I descend back from heaven, my release dripping out of my stuffed pussy
"Are you okay?" he breathes.
"Yeah," I whisper.
The slow and steady throb of where our bodies are locked is the only sensation I need. My body finally relaxes into him, all tension slipping away.
He uses those big hands of his to spin us both until we're on our sides, facing each other. Instinctively, I tuck my head under his chin.
"I guess you'll never be little spoon, huh?" Although I think the joke is obvious given Mekkra's spines, he just grunts and pulls me closer.
Stuck together in the quiet, breathing the same air, his claw traces slow, absentminded circles along the side of my hip.
And instead of feeling trapped, I feel safe.
Like the world has paused long enough for me to belong somewhere.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The remaining droids on the station, a near skeleton crew compared to when I arrived, have somehow managed to remove Quldo's body before we even leave Mekkra's bedroom.
"Where do you think they put him?" I watch Starcroft scrubbing the trail of slime and guts from the floor where I shot the asshole dead.
