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As my knot finally receded, I couldn’t bear to flip him on his back and not see his face, but his other hole needed to be filled. It needed me there. So, I carefully withdrew my tail, the sound slick and the length I’d buried within him impressive. His choked noise of frustration petered out as I pulled my cock free with a squelching pop. I wasted no time in pushing one of his legs off my hip, hitching it up, and drawing my cock down to push inside again. My cock didn’t even offer to get soft.
Bless the Naleucian refractory period. They truly are the superior species.
As my cock sank into him, the entirety of his body shuddered with pleasure. His bobbing cock hungrily accepted my attention, leaking and squirting at odd intervals as if he had stalled in a state of pre-orgasm that kept drawing out longer and longer. Every breath he took, a choked rasp on the edge of sanity.
I wasn’t sure when my own pleasure started and his ended, or where our minds drifted to, but by the time I snapped out of my shameless rut, I was knotted fully inside his ass and doubled over, teeth bared, wings spread, and deeper in love than I knew possible. “Mate.”
Doc barely had the cognitive function to respond. A drunken smile and noise of pleasure were all I received. I stroked over his head, my fingers easily sliding through his shaggy hair. Hybreed hair was difficult to cut—dangerous to cut if airborne particlesclogged ventilation processes. When we made port, we’d have to find someplace to style it for him. He was gorgeous either way, but I adored his neatly manicured style.
As the thoughts drifted away and my knot receded, our tails found one another and we kissed—soft, familiar things.
“Do you regret it?” I asked, trailing a finger down his cheek.
“If I get to stay with you—no. I never will.”
Chapter Sixteen
Doc
Emerging from my sex nest with Sarge was a somewhat miserable experience. Merriel played some bridal music from Matter Terra—though I don’t think it was what we’d considered traditional at the time. I didn’t think the wedding waltz was originally smooth razzamajazz, which was a short-lived, spoken-word jazz rap.
I’d done my best not to make eye contact with anyone until we got to the mess hall, doing our best to stay to ourselves.
A month ago, we’d been absolute exhibitionists. After? I didn’t want anyone looking at me.
A set of vivid green arms wrapped around me from behind, squeezing me tight as a familiar scent assaulted me—Gorm. “Shower, please.”
“I wiped down after the last orgy. Sheesh.” Gorm patted my shoulders and gave Sarge the same hug. “My two favorite people? How was it? Good?”
“Absolutely amazing,” Sarge said, his chest puffing up a little as he did so. Our tails found one another for a quick wrap and squeeze, and I sighed. It was nice.
“Merriel wouldn’t show us cam feed,” he snorted.
“I told you that I would if they said it was okay, but I wasn’t interrupting hot lizard sex just to ask. Performance anxiety, man.” Merriel huffed from over the speakers.
“Well, hurry up and tell him it’s okay. Sheesh.” Gorm waved a hand, and I grinned, wandering to a wall panel where one of Merriel’s audio inputs lay.
With a soft whisper, I gave consent. “But only show them the worst possible angles. I’m talking just like top of heads, random ankle shots. Make it suck.”
“Will do, my dude.” Merriel loved being a dick as much as I did.
“Awesome! Send that over to my inbox, Mer.” Gorm hooted with joy and wandered off as we sat, Sarge giving me a wary look.
“Don’t worry.” I gave Sarge a wink that settled him.
“Okay, because I have zero idea what my nut face looks like in this body yet and if it’s bad, I don’t want that to be how I find out.” Sarge laughed.
“Nah, man, it’s a scary nut face, like you’re allgrrabout to bust up into something, you know?” Merriel’s commentary gave me pause.
“Ease off stuff like that in the common areas. What if Nexus is in here and we have to deal with him learning what a nut face is?” I glared up at a nearby visual feed unit and earned a sheepishohin response.
“Fortunately, our hatchling is down for a nap.” Noel strolled in, a picture of grace and buried trauma. But, then again, we all had our versions of it. “So, the experience. Was it better or worse than human copulation?”
“Better,” Sarge and I said in unison.
“Wonderful. Vil wants to talk to you two, so after you eat, can you make your way to the cockpit?” He patted me on the back before sliding by, not needing an answer to what was essentially a command. Barring anything else, I groaned because all I wanted to do was go to my quarters, move Sarge in, and cuddle. Cuddling was nice. Always had been.
Wallace had stir-fried some of the precious meat that Noel had procured for us and a promise of more to come had us devouring all of our fair share. After all—Noel was a god toTOAD. The Alignment could suck it, but as long as we got fresh meat, I was happy.
