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With that, he starts to fuck me again, rutting me hard, his cock performing genital gymnastics inside my sex until I am nearly hitting the roof with pleasure.

His extra limbs are matched with an incredible flexibility that comes into play as he rolls around with me, putting me into one position and then another, spreading my legs and fucking me in the air, then lowering me onto my back and putting my legs high so I can watch him slide inside me, then pull out and play with the lips of my pussy until I can’t take it anymore and we are both awash in cum, his cock soaked in my juices and coated in the remnants of Talon’s seed.

Settled by multiple orgasms, I find a smile rising to my lips.

“What are you smiling about?”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s very much not okay,” he says sternly as his cock puts itself away.

“But it is,” I smile. “This is what we were made for, can’t you feel it?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Pulled from across the universe, genetics from dozens of species. We have to be the most unlikely crew, but here we are, facing an unspeakable threat. It might be a more even match than we think.”

“You are strange, human,” he says, shaking his head. “You have no sense of self-preservation. You throw yourself into dangerous situations, defy those who could protect you, spark anger in the dominant, taunt the aggressive. I do not know how your species has survived.”

“Same way you do, by breeding like fucking crazy.”

Shank smiles, and by that I mean the very corners of his lips rise a fraction.

“One day we may breed you. If we survive that long.”

Chapter Eleven

Days pass and turninto weeks. The ship is repaired. We move onward, slipping silently through vast channels of space, and slowly I feel myself start to relax. The creature does not reappear. I am integrated into the crew, given menial tasks that are within my ability to perform, and Shank is always looking over my shoulder to make sure I don’t try anything silly.

After a while, the damage caused by the creature is relegated to memory. Talon has found another planet to breed, and we are settling into orbit.

“What’s down there? Sentient humanoid life?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “We’ve detected highly active amoeba populations. We think, with enough of a nudge, we can get some multicellular organisms going a few hundred thousand years ahead of schedule.”

“Multicellular even,” I deadpan. “This mission of yours is sexy as.”

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