Page 55 of My Alien Pirate

Zharrox's ridges flashed with a mixture of colors, and I felt a wave of desire and love wash over me through our bond. "First," he said, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone, "we continue to strengthen our connection. Physically, emotionally, and spiritually."

His tentacles began to move, tracing delicate patterns along my back and sides, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I leaned into his touch, my breath hitching as his lips found the sensitive spot behind my ear.

"Zharrox," I breathed, my voice barely audible as desire swept through me. His wicked tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of my ear before sliding down to trace the line of my jaw.

His hands found the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that made me gasp. I raised my arms, allowing him to pull the shirt off completely, revealing me to his hungry gaze.

"You are so beautiful," he growled, his eyes roving over my body with an intensity that sent heat rushing through me. His tentacles danced over my skin, tracing the curves of my breasts, the flat plane of my stomach, before sliding down to the waistband of my pants.

I shifted, helping him as he removed the last barrier between us, leaving me naked and vulnerable before him. His gaze was like yet another physical touch, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation through me.

His tongue flicked out again, this time tracing a path down my neck, over my collarbone, and down to the swell of my breast. Iarched into his touch, a moan slipping from my lips as his mouth found my nipple, the two sides of it surrounding it, sucking and teasing it until it was hard and aching.

His tentacles continued their exploration, wrapping gently around my thighs, spreading me open for him. I gasped as one tentacle slid between my legs, the suction cups along its length pulsing gently against my sensitive flesh. I wondered how I had ever thought sex with just two hands was good enough. Zharrox's hands and tentacles touching me everywhere all at once overwhelmed my senses until I was nothing but a writhing mass of pleasured goo.

"Zharrox," I moaned, my hips bucking against him as waves of need swept through me. One tentacle moved expertly in my wet core, stroking and teasing me until I was panting and pulsing beneath him.

He raised his head, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "I want to be inside you, Nova," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you around me, milking every drop of my seed from me."

"Yes," I breathed, my body aching with need. "Gods, yes. Please, Zharrox. I want that, too."

He shifted, positioning himself between my legs, his praxis hard and ready. I felt the head of it, the sensitive filaments tasting the air, seeking my heat. I gasped as they touched me, exploring my most intimate place, sending jolts of ecstasy through me.

Slowly, he entered me, each ridge along his length stimulating my sensitive flesh, stretching me in ways that made me cry out with pleasure. I could feel my wet heat surrounding his hard length as it pushed into me as well and the sensation was almost too much. Every time we came together, the more we felt each others feelings both physically and emotionally. I felt hisdifficulty in holding back as he moved carefully, allowing me to adjust to his size, his eyes never leaving mine.

When he was fully sheathed within me, he paused, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Nova," he growled, "you feel incredible. You were made for me."

I wrapped my legs around his bac, pulling him tighter to my core. "We were made for each other," I whispered, my voice filled with love and desire. "Now move, Zharrox. Make me yours."

He immediately followed my command, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his small praxis tentacles playing around my clit in ways that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I matched his movements, my body rising and falling with his, my hips grinding against him.

The bond between us sang with our shared ecstasy, each sensation echoing back and forth. I could feel what he felt—the exquisite tightness, the wetness, the incredible softness of my body. And he could feel what I felt—the intense pressure, the delicious friction, the building heat.

His tentacles joined in, wrapping around me, stroking and caressing every part of my body. I felt enveloped in pleasure, every nerve ending alight with sensation. His ridges pulsed with colors, reflecting the intensity of his emotions, mirroring my own.

"Nova," he gasped, his pace increasing, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. "I can't... I need..."

"I know," I moaned, my body clenching around him as my own climax approached. "I need it, too. Please, Zharrox. Now."

With a final, powerful thrust, he roared his release, his praxis pulsing within me, filling me with his hot essence in wave after wave. I cried out, my body convulsing around him as my own orgasm crashed through me.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling as we came down from the heights of oblivion. Then, gently, he lifted me off him and carried me to his bed, laying me down carefully.

"That was..." I began, then shook my head, a soft smile playing on my lips. "There are no words. How does it get better every time?"

He lay down beside me, pulling me into his arms. "The bond brings us closer every time we're together, my love," he said, his ridges pulsing with contentment. "Tomorrow, we set course for K'thara. But for now, rest. Recover your strength."

I snuggled against him, feeling a profound sense of peace and completeness. With Zharrox by my side, I felt like I could conquer the universe.

As I drifted off to sleep, his voice whispered in my ear, "I love you, Nova. Forever and always."

"And I love you, Zharrox," I murmured, feeling the truth of it resonate through every fiber of my being. Soon, we would complete our bond and change the course of our futures.

37

New Beginnings

Iwatched from my usual perch in the med bay as Manny entered to check on Sara again. He'd been coming by regularly since she woke up, though his visits seemed shorter each time. I couldn't help but notice the slight tension in his shoulders as he approached her bed.

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