on board, even though the shuttle is designed to hold a few hundred.
We look at each other, and at the suddenly empty room. There’s no Sanchez, no anti-matter core, and no detonator. Finally, it’s just the two of us.
“Krakon.”
“Cat.”
The shuttle is accelerating, but its engines are weak, and it feels like one-fourth of Earth’s gravity. That should be...interesting.
He rips my clothes off with superhuman speed.
Even though the shuttle is empty, there’s not actually any great spot to do what we need to do. The seats are a lot like airplane seats, so we’re forced to improvise.
I go down on him as he leans back in one of the seats. My lips lock tightly around his veiny cock. It feels so good to be on my knees for him. I cup his balls gently as my lips work my way down his shaft. The first hint of precum is a sweet and delicious explosion on my tongue, and it brings me from wet to soaking in a mere moment. I suck him hard, desperate to taste more of his seed.
As if his entire biology were built to tease me, his cock gives me a few more tiny drops every minute or so, just enough to keep me working him like a machine. My jaw is sore, but I can’t stop. Krakon moans and groans as I suck him for all I’m worth, and when I feel his cock start to twitch against my lips, I shudder in expectation.
He explodes in my mouth—or more precisely—down my throat. It’s like I’m mainlining him, and he’s injecting his beautiful seed and scent directly into my brain.
I can’t help but finger myself as he fills my throat, and after I’ve sucked up every last drop he has to offer, he wastes no time returning the favor.
He pulls me to the ground, falling onto his back in the aisle between both rows of seats. He pulls me onto his mouth, and my legs lock instinctively against his face as his tongue finds my swollen clit.
I gasp. I shudder. His tongue runs circles around my clit, and I buck my hips wildly. I usually like it soft and gentle, but all the long waiting—the months we weren’t together, and then the week we were together but couldn’t be together, has all been too much. I want to feel it all now. I want to feel everything I foolishly denied myself these last months, and I want to feel it with intensity.
Krakon doesn’t disappoint me. He makes up for all the lost time. He flicks his tongue wildly across my clit, he sucks up my juices. I reach back and squeeze his cock, which is rock-hard again, and each time he tastes me, his cock throbs.
I turn around and go down on him again, my pussy still pressed against his tongue.
We go down on each other, and I try to focus on his taste even as he tastes me. When I did this with human men, it always made it take longer to cum. Focusing on giving a blowjob while a guy eats you out typically meant you felt what he was doing less, since you split your attention.
With a Cygnian, it’s entirely different. Since his cum is basically the most powerful aphrodisiac in the galaxy, and since mine is to him, as well, it’s like some kind of feedback loop. His precum makes me wet, and then he tastes my reaction, which makes him cum more, which--
We both cum within a minute, at the exact same time, as if our bodies had reached complete harmony with each other. I taste him again, but this time I’m cumming the entire time I drink his seed.
My thighs tremble, and my screams are muffled only because his cock is stuffing my face airtight, otherwise they’d fill the entire shuttle.
When we finish, I roll off him. My body twitches like aftershocks from an earthquake. I jolt every few seconds, my breasts heaving, the low gravity making it happen in slow motion.
This is the first time we’ve been together where it truly felt like nothing was between us. The best sex with him so far was the first time in the cave. We still had our hang-ups, but we thought we were going to die anyway, so it was easy to ignore them.
Every time after that it felt like something was in the way. Now nothing is, now it’s perfect.
We hold each other’s hands in anticipation. We could fuck right now, but