Page 48 of Claimed By the Alien Assassin
She does. Hard. Her entire body shakes with it, her pussy clenching around my finger as she moans my name like a prayer. I don’t stop until her voice goes hoarse, until she sags back into the bunk, ruined and glowing.
I stand, stripping the rest of my armor away. My scales catch the light, silver gleaming with streaks of red heat pulsing beneath. When my cock springs free, Josie stares—eyes wide.
It’s thick. Long. Ridged from the base up, the shaft slightly curved, the head flushed deep crimson. Not human. Not even close.
Her breath catches. “I want it.”
I move over her, hands braced on either side of her head. She’s sosmallbeneath me. I could crush her. Break her. But I never would.
“You’ll get all of it,” I promise. “And then you’llask for more.”
I guide my cock to her entrance, rub the head along her folds. She’s still soaked from her orgasm. When I press in, the stretch is immediate. Delicious. Her pussy fights the size of me, but itwelcomesit too.
“Gods—Dayn—” Her eyes flutter. Her mouth drops open. “You’re—so deep.”
I rock forward, slow but insistent, watching her take inch after inch. Her hands clutch my shoulders, nails dragging across my scales, and she whimpers as I bottom out.
“All of it,” I whisper, buried to the hilt. “Every fucking inch.”
I don’t start pounding right away. I make her feel every ridge, every stroke—pulling almost out, then pressing back in with a deliberate grind of my hips. Her clit rubs against the ridged base. Her moans rise again.
“Faster,” she begs. “Harder—please—fuck me.”
I growl—more animal than man—and flip her over onto her stomach. She gasps as I lift her hips, arching her back. Her ass is round, trembling, begging to be filled again. I push back into her in one sharp thrust, and her cry echoes through the chamber.
“This what you wanted?” I snarl, hand pressing down between her shoulder blades. “To beusedlike this?”
“Yes,” she gasps, cheek to the mattress. “Yes—Dayn,please?—”
I thrust harder now, the sound of skin slapping wet and obscene. Her pussy clutches at me with every stroke, milking me, making me fight for control. My third eye opens again, glowing hot. I see her—not just her body, but her soul. Blazing with need. Trust. Love.
I reach around, fingers finding her clit. I rub tight, fast circles while fucking her deep and fast. Her thighs quake.
“You’re close again,” I hiss. “I canfeelit.”
“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna?—”
She comes with a scream, convulsing around me, her pussy pulling me even deeper. I’m close now. So fucking close.
I flip her again, wanting to see her fall apart beneath me. Her face is flushed, lips parted, breasts heaving. I pin her wrists above her head and slam back in.
“Now,Josie,” I snarl. “Come with me.”
Our eyes lock. One final thrust—and I spill inside her, growling her name as my cock pulses thick inside her soaked, quivering pussy. She comes again, body arching under mine, a long cry that feels like salvation.
For a long time, we don’t move. Our bodies slick, tangled. My weight presses her into the mattress, and she doesn’t complain. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and holds me like I’m her whole world.
“You’re mine,” she whispers.
“And you’re everything,” I murmur into her hair.
And there, in the dying hum of the station, between heat and heartbeat, we become something more than fighters.
We becomehome.
Tomorrow, she’ll speak for all of us. And I… I’ll stand at her side. Not as a weapon, but as a promise.
I press one last kiss to her forehead. “I’ll fight that fight—your fight.”
