Tamed By the Alien Pirate by Celia Kyle Page 0,61

back once more. Slowly, he reaches for his second cock and then does the same with it, positioning it against my back entrance. This time I don’t dare thrust back. I remain perfectly still, surrendering all control to him.

He takes his time pushing his cock inside me, his thickness stretching my insides, and fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids with each inch he allows inside me. He only stops moving when his full length is buried in me, his two cocks filling me up in a way I have never experienced before. There’s a hint of pain hiding under all the new sensations I’m experiencing, but it’s a pleasurable one, almost as if my brain was distilling pain into something new and exciting.

“Fuck, your body is amazing,” I hear him say, his voice coming at me as if he’s standing on the other side of the galaxy. Slowly, he pulls back a few inches just so he can move forward again. He does it over and over again, allowing my body to adjust to his as he builds up a rhythm. When I’ve finally surrendered fully, he lets loose.

Thrusting hard, he slides his two cocks in and out of me at a vicious tempo, his thighs slapping my ass cheeks over and over again. The sound of flesh on flesh fills the entire room, the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard, and I let its melody guide me. Closing my eyes, I match every single one of his movements by rocking my hips, thrusting back against him each time he moves forward.

We remain like that for what could be minutes or, just as easily, hours. Time becomes absolutely meaningless, the infinity of the universe reflected in our frenzied movements. I only notice the passage of time when beads of sweat start rolling down my forehead, my lips pulled back as I struggle to get the air in. Right now, my lungs feel like two overinflated balloons about to pop, and my heart is like a shuttle engine someone’s pushing to the limit.

When the inevitable happens, it happens without warning.

My insides clench viciously, my inner walls becoming as tight as a vise, and that makes him thrust even harder than before. The pressure inside me keeps building, reaching the heights of madness, and then…

Then, it just happens.

One final thrust from him and I come undone, a nuclear detonation going off inside me. He holds his position, both his cocks buried deep inside me, and my entire body starts trembling as his milky seed spills inside me, filling me up from both sides at the same time. We don’t move for a long time, allowing the waves of pure ecstasy to crash against our bodies. Right now, if someone asked for my name, I doubt I’d have an answer.

Together, we collapse on the bed, sprawling our limbs.

I turn to him, a warm smile on my lips, and lay my hand on top of his.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, Zander,” I whisper, gently laying my head on his chest. “And you were right. This isn’t about hormones, evolutionary imperatives, or genetics. This is about love. It’s real.”

“Yes, it is,” he breathes out. “The moment you stepped into my life, it became real.”

Closing my eyes, I breathe in.

This is happiness.

Epilogue

Zander

Hopping on one leg by the door to mine and Thrase’s quarters, I struggle to don my second boot even as she finishes buttoning up her blouse.

“We’re going to be the last ones there.”

Thrase grins in response to my anxiety, making her face even more lovely if that’s even possible.

“Pshaw. They should be rather understanding of our tardiness, I would think.”

I can’t help but smile in response. Just looking at Thrase in her half-dressed state makes me want to toss her back onto the bed for another round of lovemaking. But duty calls, as if often does, when least convenient.

Solair summoned the entire senior staff to the bridge roughly twenty minutes prior, but Thrase and I were otherwise indisposed, if you catch my meaning. It’s not often that I can detect unease in our captain’s tone, but I believe something is troubling him.

We make haste toward the bridge, but at the last corridor bend before we reach its ornately carved doors, Thrase pulls on my sleeve.

“Remember when we were trapped here because Lamira and Grantian were, to quote the vernacular, dry humping?”

“Dry humping?” Often Thrase says things that don’t translate into Galactic Standard, but this time I can understand