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I hooked one finger in a come hither motion, wiggling out of my panties as I did so and eagerly spreading my legs for him. I didn’t care that that might seem too eager, I knew that he would love it. The growl that rumbled from him made my passage flood with wetness; oh yeah, he wanted me so bad right now. It was empowering.

He pounced on me, there was no other word for it, and the two of us rolled across the bed until I was on top of him. With his hands on my hips, he sat me down on his thighs in a single, powerful motion. “This what you wanted?” he demanded, “To see my cock? Let me fill you? Then ride me, my sexy little elf.”

He was daring me again, testing me to see what I’d do. Didn’t he know that I loved it when he said those naughty, dirty things to me? I wanted to hear him say all kinds of things in that growly tone. Curling one hand into the patch of hair on his chest for balance, I rubbed myself on his thigh, finding the friction I loved. With my free hand, I reached for his cock, the purplish head leaking precum on his belly.

I sought out the differences, the way his cock was thick and veiny, the head more squat and curved. The deep color his skin got here from his arousal was beautiful, and he smelled good too, clean and musky, with a little hint of salt. I swirled my fingers through the pearls of white at his tip and laughed when that made him twitch and groan, the hands on my hips squeezing.

Bringing my finger up to my mouth, I darted out my tongue to taste him. His eyes practically glowed, I didn’t even know they could do that. “Oh fuck that’s hot,” he growled, and then he was dragging me along his thigh, helping me find pleasure. A shift of his body, his arms bulging as he lifted me and I was no longer grinding myself against his leg, I was on his cock, the thick length spearing between my folds, the lurid purple head beading more precum onto his belly. Now that looked hot as he called it.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his hands guiding me back and forth over his thick length. “Use me,” he added, and then a whole slew of dirty things flew from his mouth as my body ratcheted tighter and tighter. It felt like the tension snapped as my orgasm crashed through me, washing over me like a tidal wave. Pleasure singed through me from my core, flushing through my chest, and curling my toes.

I was still deep in those thralls, my nails digging into his chest when he lifted me, canted his hips, and impaled me on his cock in a single, powerful motion. I gasped, my eyes popping open wide in surprise. I was so full, and he felt so good, that my passage fluttered and tightened around his intrusion in a second, smaller orgasm right on the heels of the first.

He groaned beneath me, sweat slicking along his brow, his teeth gritted, jaw clenched as he clearly fought to stave off his own orgasm. “Oh god, you feel so good, Vi. So fucking good,” he gasped and I loved that he used my name, not one of his endearments for me.

It made me feel like he was loving this with me not just my body, that this was all about the connection I felt with him. That this was beyond the physical. I had never felt like that before, that desired, that loved, and I bit my lip hard so I could focus on the pleasure, not on the wave of emotions that crashed through me in response; I’d analyze those later.

He braced his feet on the mattress, forcing our bodies even closer, “Ride me. Right now, I need it,” he said. My legs were spread wide over his hips, barely allowing my knees to touch the mattress so gaining leverage was difficult. I tried my hardest, lifting my hips and falling back down, each thick vein on his cock rubbing my sensitive passage, his thickness spreading me. If I thought I felt open, my heart and body bare to him before, I was wrong, this is where I felt completely exposed. This was the moment where I felt like he was sweeping into me, claiming each part of me and changing me for all time.

His hands cupped beneath my knees helped me find a rhythm that we both loved and I leaned forward so his pubes and pelvis provided delicious texture and pressure on each down thrust against my clit. I felt my core grow tight and slick, even slicker than I already was, and I knew another orgasm was close, so close but just out of reach.

Oliver took over the moment he sensed that, grabbing me by my hips again and pinning me against him as his hips surged beneath me. Pistoning in and out of my body in a fierce, harsh claiming rhythm. So deep, so hard, I felt each thrust in my very soul, twining us together, joining our pleasure into one single, harmonious thing. I burst apart with a sob, his name the only thing on my tongue. And he was right there with me, his body shuddering as he filled me with his seed, his cock kicking inside me with each wave of his release.

I collapsed on top of him with a sigh, unwilling to move, to break the connection between us. I loved that Oliver seemed to feel the same way, tugging the blankets over us and wrapping me tightly in his arms. It felt like what he said was true, like he really didn’t intend to ever let me go now that we’d shared this and I knew, I knew that he was right. How could I walk away now that I’d felt how things could be?

I hid the quiet tears that welled against my wishes against his chest, in the soft pelt of hair that covered him there. I could have this if I just dared to keep hold of it, but would it stay like this for always? Or would things change when Oliver learned who I really was?

Chapter 12

Oliver

I knew that Vi was suffering from a bit of an emotional crisis after that mind-blowing sex we’d just shared. The laast time she struggled with feelings she’d been the one to try and initiate physical intimacy as a means to hide from them, this time I doubted that would work. And yet… Selfishly, I kissed her again, and then I rolled us, my cock still deep inside her passage, and still rock hard. With just a few tiny thrusts I had her moaning, her nails digging into my back until I was sure I’d have marks. I loved it.

She felt exposed now, and I wanted to show her that that was a good thing, that she could trust me. I wanted to make it clear to her that I’d always make sure she came, that her pleasure was as important to me as my own, more even. I wanted to lose myself in her, ignoring the responsibilities weighing on me for just an hour longer. I couldn’t let her withdraw or I might lose her, and I wasn’t about to do that. She was mine.

Humans didn’t have mates, not like many species here in the Zeta-Quadrant had. But I’d seen the effects the males on the Vagabond had on their human mates, that sure looked like it was mutual to me. I wanted to believe that Vi and I were connected in the same way, she just hadn’t realized it yet. I’d make it impossible for her to walk away, I’d make her the happiest woman in this galaxy if she stayed.

I found her mouth, making love to her there as much as I was between her legs. Swallowing each of her sexy gasps and moans and letting them settle against my heart. I knew it was true what I’d said to her, this was it for me, nothing had ever felt like it did with Vi. She had ruined me for anyone else and I could only be happy about it.

She moaned my name as she came, her passage growing tight as a vice around my cock, fluttering around me. I growled, my thrusts frantic and wild as I sought my own release. Filling her with my seed, my balls tight, and my orgasm hit me hard. I collapsed above her, only just managing to brace my weight on one arm.

Though I really wished I could stay inside her snug heat forever, I didn’t want to crush her so I carefully rolled off her and tucked her against my chest. Unwilling to give up on the after-sex snuggles that I loved almost as much as the sex itself. This time my body managed to relax because Vi wasn’t crying, but snuggled against me with a soft smile on her pink mouth.

We dozed while the storm continued to rage outside our window and woke from a chime at the door. I was upright in an instant, my hand already on the laser pistol lying on the nightstand next to me. Vi was drowsy as she woke, not yet alert. I was on high alert, there was a change in the air and it made my belly grow tight with worry. What was going on now?

Climbing out of bed, not caring about my nudity, I was just braced on my two feet when the doors swung open and that little hovering drone flew inside. There was no tray of food, just a single red light in the white orb that seemed to convey a furious glare at me. A deep voice spoke from the device, a growl reverberating in each tone. “Storm is over, you must now leave.”

Ah, we’d outstayed our welcome now that the weather had changed. To verify, I turned to the window and was surprised to discover that the curtains had been drawn over them once again. Judging the drone no threat, it was just a hovering, smooth orb the size of my fist, I picked up my pants and walked over. Lifting one curtain I checked and had to agree, the sun was out and the white planes looked white and shiny, the weather calm.

“Very well,” I agreed with the orb with the thunderous voice while I casually stepped into my pants. “The storm is over, so we can leave.” I stepped to the bed and stood in the orbs line of sight of Vi who was now wide awake and clutching the blankets protectively to her chest. I still felt like the pale curves of her shoulders and the sex-tumbled hair were too much for anyone to see but me.

“But if you want us to leave your planet, maybe you should let us call our ship so it can pick us up. We crash-landed, we’re only here by accident.” I left out the part where we’d been chased by bad guys and shot from the sky, our host seemed to dislike our presence enough already. No need to talk about what other trouble we’d brought to his doorstep.

I could no longer think that this was just a fully automated place, there had to be a living being here that had chosen to let us in and heal us in our moment of need. A hermit, and definitely a male by the sound of that voice, which was not computer generated. The red light glared at me, the drone slowly invading my space and rising so it was right in my face too.

“Fine!” the voice responded, “Follow Icara to the communications center.” The drone flew away so rapidly that it felt like I blinked and it was just gone. At the door the tiny thing paused and the voice of our host came from it again, this time not sounding quite so angry, in fact, it sounded like wry amusement now. “Get dressed first, I’ve seen enough.” The drone darted out the doors but I could hear it buzzing just beyond the portal as it waited for us.

Vi laughed the moment it was out of sight, her hand clasped over her mouth. “Seen enough? Yeah, I’m sure…” Her eyes trailed down my body to my pants which I hadn’t closed yet, they lingered on my crotch with obvious appreciation and I grinned, unable to resist jokingly preening for her in an exaggerated manner. Her peals of laughter were all the reward I needed.

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