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He pulls back and thrusts again, harder this time, making my breasts slide against Eden’s tits. She arches her back into me as he does it again, setting a steady pace of slow, maddening thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Phelix groans, sounding as broken and desperate as I feel.

“I’m going to come, o-oh god,” Eden gasps.

“Not yet, baby. You’ll come when I tell you to,” I say, needing us to come together.

“I’ll try,” she says in a needy whine, but I know she won’t hold out long.

That’s alright, because I only need a few more hard thrusts from Phelix to find myself on the edge too.

“Come for me, Eden,” I gasp out as Phelix pounds inside us and my orgasm crashes into me.

Eden cries out, writhing against my body, and stars dance behind my eyes at the sheer pleasure of my release and knowledge of hers.

“Sh-shit, can I?” Phelix asks in a choked voice.

“Knot her, Phelix,” Eden answers before I can reply.

I gasp as Phelix pulls out and quickly repositions to thrust both of his cocks into me. They jerk inside me, and the first jets of hisrelease pushes me over the edge again. He doubles over my back with an animalistic grunt, leveraging me back onto his cocks until his knot pops inside me, stretching me almost to the point of pain.

I start to panic as wave after wave of pleasure hits me with each pulse of his bottom cock releasing inside me. Fuck, I didn’t know it felt like this. Goddess, it’s too much, I can’t.

“I, ungh, I—” Tears of ecstasy and the overwhelming release of decades of repressed need and emotion flood out of me, dripping down onto Eden’s neck as I sob into her sweet-smelling skin, coming again.

“Shhh, we’ve got you.” Eden’s arms slide up to stroke along my sides and hips. “You’re doing so well.”

Phelix’s hands stroke down the backs of my thighs in gentle and loving tandem with Eden’s soothing touch, even though I can feel him shudder through his own unending climax. “You’re so perfect, taking my knot inside you. Letting me fill you up with my cum,” he murmurs, his words washing over me.

Both of them anchor me, guiding me through the blissful torment of pleasure with their words and touch. I give in and let myself go, knowing they’ll be there to bring me back to myself.

38

Hours of fucking, whispered words of affection, and planning for the future later, I force myself to leave Mezli’s bed, despite my mates’ protests and attempts to convince me to stay. But my comm buzzed with a reminder of my meeting today, and after all the drama this week, I need to see this commitment through and close this bizarre chapter of my life.

Smuggling schematics isn’t for me. I’m too well-known and I can’t endanger my mates again. I’ll find another way to make a difference. Maybe I’ll finally use my name and social acumen for something worthwhile, and convince the wealthy and bored to fund medical initiatives. Not nearly as sexy or dramatic as dealing in restricteddata, but I’ll live.

My contact arranged our meeting at a cafe in Sagittarius district, and my nerves ease realizing we’ll be surrounded by plenty of bystanders instead of in some seedy alley where I could get mugged.

I approach the designated table in the back left corner and find its occupants’ face hidden behind a menu.

“Have a seat, Dr. Nafar,” they say, their voice sounding familiar. When they set the menu down, I realize why. A seladin with short white hair sits across from me, their cybernetic eye tracking over me, while their glowing white one stays locked on my face, and they flash me a sharp smile.

“You’re…”

“Mezli’s friend. Sorry for all the secretivefa-sharnonsense. You can never be too careful, dealing with nobles. No offense.”

“Uh, none taken. But…there must be a mistake—I’m supposed to be meeting with a representative of a medical aid network, not a pirate.”

They laugh, leaning forward to whisper conspiratorially. “My dear doctor, who else do you think would be capable of smuggling and delivering illegal medical tech?”

“Ah.” My face heats at my naive assumption. “Right.”

“Don’t worry. Your data is in safe hands and your reputation will remain pristine. Thank you for your contribution to the cause, doctor. If you’ll pass over the schematics, I’ll let you get back to your mates,” they say with a knowing wink. With a seladin’s enhanced sense of smell, I must reek of Eden and Mezli.

“It’s that simple?” I ask, expecting something far more dramatic. I hand over the datapad and they casually slip it into a bag at their feet.

“Yeah. Usually crazy medtech mercs don’t get involved, butthere must’ve been a leak in your personal data that got you flagged.”

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