I rocked with him, scratching my nails down his back. He didn’t complain, just pulled me closer with his sculpted arms and pounded into me again and again.
“Fuck. Kylie, Kylie, Kylie.” He emphasized each of the repetitions of my name with a powerful thrust and my orgasm came on with the force of a freight train. I gasped and moaned and cried out, but these noises only spurred him faster.
He thrust into me with so much precision, my G-spot lighting on fire like the rest of me, that I could only hold on for the ride. After a few moments, my orgasm demanded my attention and I froze beneath him, my toes curling and my mouth dropping open in surprise.
This orgasm was more intense than the first, more pointed. His cock swelled inside of me and I let the sensations explode all around me. As I came, hard and fast, Fey also cried out. His orgasm crashed into him with the same intensity as mine apparently, and we were both left gasping and panting and gripping each other painfully.
After a few moments lost in complete and utter bliss, we slowly started to come down. Fey relaxed his hold on my waist, and lowered me fully to the bed beneath us. I closed my eyes, sighing as my body seemed to go limp, and I could feel Fey’s gaze on my face.
“That was… incredible. Better than I can even explain with normal words. Kylie, you… are so much more than I thought you’d be.” I didn’t bother to open my eyes, I smiled and relaxed as he held me. He didn’t immediately pull out as I thought he might, just adjusted our bodies until we were lying next to each other but still entwined.
He stroked my hair, my face, my body, caressing me like a delicate object. That, combined with the exhaustion I felt, was causing me to drift off. I didn’t know how you were supposed to behave after sex; if you were supposed to stay and talk, or clean up, or leave. All I knew was that I was riding a high I’d never felt before, wrapped in the arms of a golden-skinned sex god, in space.
What a fucking trip. Ah well, I could think through everything later. For now, I wanted to sleep. The last thing I heard before I drifted off was my own name, whispered on the lips of the man who had changed my life irrevocably.
11
Fey
It was the throbbing of my cock that woke me up. It pulsed alongside my heart’s beats, twitching as it attempted to seek out Kylie's warmth. To make her writhe and scream again.
Damn. She was better than I had thought. I would never tire of her. She had, however, tired of me. She barely let out more than a moan as I reached for her, pulling her into me. Who knew that humans slept so deeply?
"Sleep well, my Fashka," I whispered, kissing her on the sweet-smelling line where her hair met her neck. God, I could sink my teeth into her if I was that kind of creature. She smelled that good.
It was a matter of wills as I pulled myself away, cock still throbbing while I pulled my pants back on and slipped out the heavy doors that would guard her from now on. The sleeping fashka laid gracefully beneath a sea of stars.
"Welcome home." The doors slid shut, leaving me to strut down the long hallways like the conquering cock I was. I needed some food after the night I’d had, and maybe I would bring her something to eat. That seemed like something a nice guy would do.
Which apparently was what the woman was turning me into. Damn it! I was going to have to find Myro and give him a good gut punch, remind myself that I was still the one in control of this situation.
But first, I needed to figure out what humans ate.
As luck would have it, I could do both of my tasks at once. The door to the ship's kitchen slipped open, revealing Myro laid back in the chair he usually sat in, feet up, reading and munching on some leafed greens we had found in the massive market on Earth.
"Good morning," he said without looking up, turning the page as he took another big chomping bite of his leaves.
"Morning!" Even I knew I sounded too chipper. Too chipper for a rainbow fart out of Turineian battle dog, and therefore way too chipper for this Coxian son, a battle god.
Myro turned, eyebrow raised, and then went flush white with anger.
"What the hell did you do?" He nearly yelled, throwing his book down as he jumped up, his chair clattering down with a bang that shook those pretty glass jars that held treats and powders from across the stars.
"Do? I walked into the kitchen to get food. What did you do?" I laughed, still strutting to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of double chilled Mitran juice, milked from the Mitrans of Mit. It was our last bottle, but I deserved the reward.
Perhaps I would share some with Kylie, see if she liked it.
"No, Fey," Myro was still yelling, charging over to me like a bull in heat. "You don't come into breakfast with no shirt and smelling like sex. So, I will ask you again, what did you do?"
This was going to be more beautiful than I expected. Who cared if that beautiful human had already had my dick under her control with one touch of her velvety smooth skin? I may bow to her, but no one else.
"I did what you couldn't." I turned slowly, drinking the delicious juice as I grinned, and he fumed.
Shit.
What had we done, traded places? I was swooning over one beautiful woman, and he was going to try to fight
