Page 89 of Savage Union

“Gods damn it—are you coming?” he growled hoarsely. “Don’t do that, Jessina—I can feel you squeezing me! It’s too fucking much!”

He pulled out of me with a low cry, but not before I felt at least one hot spurt of his cream deep in my pussy. A moment later, I felt the rest of it painting my lower back and thighs as he groaned and cursed, unable to stop shooting even while I was still coming myself.

Afterwards, he got a towel and cleaned us both up. Then he made me lay on my back and spread my legs for him.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked innocently as I spread my thighs for him once more.

“You know why.” He gave me a stern look as he leaned down and spread my pussy lips with his thumbs. “To see if I came in you. Goddess, damn it!”

I looked down to see what he was cursing. Sure enough, my pussy had a trickle of cream coming from it—there could be no doubt that I’d had his cock spurting deep inside me. That first shot must have been a big one, I thought.

“Turk?” I asked anxiously, looking at his furrowed brow and the scowl on his face. “Are…are you mad at me?”

“What? No, of course not.” He looked up at me, seeming surprised. “This isn’t your fault, baby—it’s mine,” he said, nodding at my creamy pussy. “We just can’t do this again—I came way too close to knotting you and breeding you.”

“You only came in me a little bit,” I pointed out.

“That’s more than enough to get you pregnant if we’re not careful,” he growled.

I frowned.

“But…I thought I couldn’t get pregnant unless you actually knotted me.”

“That’s the way it usually goes,” he said. “But I have heard of cases where the woman got pregnant even if she wasn’t knotted.”

“Oh…all right,” I murmured. “But Turk, what if the Emptiness comes back? What if I need to be filled again?”

He sighed deeply.

“Let’s just hope that doesn’t happen. For now, it’s time to get ready for bed.”

“First I have to go out and plot the jumps for tomorrow,” I reminded him.

But Turk wouldn’t let me do anything until he took me into the shower and washed his cum out of my pussy. He took the job seriously too—kneeling in front of me and making me put one thigh on his broad shoulder so he could clean me out thoroughly.

I moaned and trembled as he slipped his long fingers deep inside me, making sure I was completely clean before finally letting me go. Only once I was clean and dry and dressed in one of his undershirts did he finally let me out onto the deserted Bridge.

I was happy to be in my element again. Sitting at the console, I put on the nav band and had the next day’s course plotted in no time. I locked it into the navigational computer so that Turkcould see if anything changed—I didn’t trust Gurflug not to make some “adjustments” to my route.

And then it was time for bed. I ate a little of the cold dinner Turk had brought up for me earlier, cleaned my teeth, and crawled under the covers with the big Brute.

For the first time in days, I felt content. The Need that had been raging through me was satisfied and my body wasn’t longing for anything but hugs and cuddles.

Even if the condition was only temporary, (and I strongly suspected it was,) I was still happy to press myself against Turk’s big body and drift off to sleep.

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JESSINA

But the very next day, the Need and Emptiness came back. Also, my breasts were filled with nectar when I woke, which meant Turk had to spend some time sucking them and fingering me to ease the intense sexual pain.

I didn’t mind and he didn’t seem to either. He came back after breakfast to check on me once the ship was underway and I was glad to see him.

“Well, Gurflug’s not happy about our new arrangement,” he informed me, after he sat on the bed and I crawled into his lap. “Says he ought to be setting the course himself, since he’s the ‘Head Navigator.’”

I snorted.

“Right. I don’t think I’ve ever met a more entitled asshole in my life!”

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