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I make a moaning sound that does not answer his question. It doesn’t matter, because he doesn’t really care for the answer. My arousal is a force of its own, a powerful attractor that draws the head of his cock unerringly to the soft little aperture of my slit.

“You’re mine,” he rumbles. “And I’m going to keep you safe, but I am not going to entertain your temper or your rudeness. You will bow for me, human, you will be the vessel for my cock and my seed. You will take all I have to give, and you will show gratitude for it.”

With that, he plunges his cock inside me and starts to fuck me, pulling my hips back and forth along the shaft of his massive cock. When I attempt to rise, he reaches out and pushes me back down.

“Stay,” he orders. “I want your head down, your ass up. I want these holes to be the highest part of you.”

He is so much taller than I am that in order to fully pull my pussy down on his cock, he has to hoist me by the hips. I find myself dangling from his grasp, head near my toes as he plunges that thick staff in and out of my gripping pussy.

Turned to face open space, my view of eternity comes hanging from a thick cock taking my pussy for all it is worth, stretching my hole with long, hard strokes that make me squirm and moan into the vast void beneath and all around us.

* * *

Talon

She’s fucking beautiful. All I can see is her soft round bottom with the tight winking hole, the ragged fabric straining to stay over her generous cheeks. The tight little star of her bottom makes my cock throb all the more, lodged deep inside her grasping pussy. She’s so fucking soft and wet and tight, the way her inner walls grip me, her lips sticking to it with every stroke out, her juices gleaming over the hard shaft. I am sparing her my secondary cock, keeping it retracted. This interlude is all about much needed pleasure, not true discipline.

This is the distraction I needed. Days of battle left me weary and disheartened. It would have been all too easy to surrender and let ourselves be swallowed. So many have before us. But I had something to protect. Something to fight for. When my urge to survive on my own account waned, the desire to protect her was strong enough to keep me fighting.

It is impossible to describe what the battle with the nothing is like. It cannot be seen as other enemies can be seen. Bursts of light illuminate and drive it back, but they also make it stronger in the aftermath, gathering shadows creating destructive discord.

This human holds light in a way I cannot describe. Everything about her is bright and full of life. With my flesh engulfed in hers, I feel my energy returning, bravery and boldness, all the qualities a captain needs.

I owe her a debt, I understand that now. When I first took her, it was to save her, but now she has saved me and she doesn’t even know it.

I fuck her to a rough, powerful orgasm. I make her body feel all the intensity of my love and my desire. My cock swells hard inside her as she starts to quiver and moan, her entire body shaking with the force of her need. No female of any species has ever responded to sex like she does. When I touch her, she comes alive, her body becomes a vessel for mutual pleasure.

Her cries echo around the destroyed deck, what used to be a thriving part of the ship now reduced to jagged metal and twisted alloys. We’ve lost a great deal in our long journey across space, pursued by a creature without a name. The crew call it many things—the cloud, the dark—but to me it remains nameless, a horror at the very core of all things.

After the final quivers of orgasm have faded from her body, I hold her close, and I give her the very, very bad news.

“I told you that we couldn’t return to Earth because of the void.”

“Yes.”

“The truth is, we cannot return anywhere. We cannot stay at any location more than a matter of hours. If we do, we risk summoning a creature which emerged from that void and now pursues us. It devours space behind us...”

“Are you telling me that Earth was already eaten up?”

“No,” I reassure her. “Places we seed seem to be safe, as long as we do not make repeat trips. We have sent probes to assess previous targets and found them untouched.”

“How do you resupply?”

“With difficulty. We try to find raw materials in uninhabited systems, harvest them as swiftly as possible, and move on. We are surviving, Lyra. We will keep surviving, but we can never, ever go back.”

* * *

Lyra

They might be surviving, but for how long? They are being hunted. Like ancient humans used to chase prey down, not fast enough to catch it, but a steady pursuit that inevitably leaves the animal exhausted and unable to escape.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “This can only end one way. We will be consumed. It is inevitable. But before that happens, we will spread life as far and wide as we can.”

“Can’t you fight it?”

“How? It swallows everything we throw at it.”

“But why is it so obsessed with you and this ship? Why would some unnamed creature from the depths of space chase you, sinking beneath creation and reappearing like a whale breaching the surface of reality just to destroy parts of you?”

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