He needed no further instruction, and was quick to torment me as I’d done to him. Y’know, for a guy who apparently had been searching the stars for his one true love, the bastard had a real knack for eating a girl out. I was going wild beneath him, and he had to wrap both arms under my legs until he was the one kneeling, and I was firmly out of control.
As I was nearing my own climax, Myro slipped away. Before I could protest, demand, or do anything, he had replaced his mouth with his cock. The slickness from both our mouths, combined with my arousal, aided by his sex powers, had him inside me in an instant. I cried out, but clung to him as he immediately began pounding into me.
If we’d been anywhere but an alien spaceship that was probably made of some alloy of titanium or some shit, the bed would have broken. Myro did not hold back—seemed unable to, based on the intensity of his arousal that was practically choking me—and I never wanted him to stop.
My orgasm, briefly interrupted by his switch, was now threatening to end the fun here and now. With how intense it was viable to be, I wasn’t sure I could handle more than one. As it crashed into me, sending every muscle into overdrive and lighting every nerve on fire, I moaned his name over and over again. My cries were punctuated by his continual pounding, never stopping.
As it dissipated, I felt relief. That one had been so intense that I thought I’d sleep for a week. Except, even as I thought the words, even as I relaxed and opened my eyes to watch my sweet golden boy find his own release, it was making a reappearance.
Oh, shit. Watching Myro, who was concentrating hard on not coming, my body crackled with energy and all my tired muscles went straight back to livelihood. Then, he leaned forward until he grabbed my legs, yanking them up and around him until they were resting on his shoulders.
The new angle was the final straw in this sex-crazed hay stack, and I screamed loudly as I came again and again. It felt like his waves of lust were beating in time with my orgasm, and I was disappointed that I was unable to look at his handsome face as he finally came too.
Myro groaning was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. Together, we rocked back and forth as we rode out our orgasms. Myro leaned forward further, letting my legs drop back to hip-height, and kissed up my chest and neck as he finished his final thrusts.
Breathing hard, focusing all of my attention on the throbbing of my fully-satisfied pussy, I rubbed his back soothingly. He dropped his weight until he actually was cutting off my air supply, too exhausted to be a gentleman. I didn’t care, I enjoyed how our bodies felt intertwined like this. Yes, I was able to handle two orgasms from this man, but I was right that they’d drained me.
After five whole minutes of breathing and gentle kisses, Myro finally groaned and pulled out. I sighed, then sucked in air in the absence of his weight. He moved to the bathroom, then reemerged with towels to clean me up.
Once that was done, I simply laid on the bed, reeling from everything that had happened so far. How much time had passed since I’d first laid eyes on my golden boys? Since then, we’d traveled through space, fucked more than our fair share, visited an alien outpost, fucked some more, then stolen away on an alien god’s ship.
Pretty badass, if I do say so.
“And now we wait.” Myro said from where he lay next to me on the bed. He’d turned off the light in the bathroom, so we were in complete darkness. I scooted over until I was touching as much of him as possible; leg draped over his thighs, arm across his chest, his arm cradling me from behind.
If we weren’t in such a shitty situation, I almost would have thought this to be a perfect place. Instead, I simply agreed with him, “And now we wait.”
Myro, seemingly exhausted, fell asleep a short while later, his hand still resting on my waist. Even though I knew I loved him, I still felt guilty about abandoning Fey, even if it had been necessary. The truth was that I loved them both, and until we got my other boy back, I couldn’t allow myself to relax.
I fell asleep, plans and ideas about how to get Fey back running through my head on an endless loop.
20
Fey
I had won many fights. I had lost a few too, but I had never lost a fight as gloriously as I had this time. Everything ached, and my mouth was so coated in blood that I could taste little else than the bitter, buttery flavor.
Not that they had given me anything else to eat or drink since they had locked me up down here.
"You planning on starving me during this trip?" I wheezed out to the guard that stood straight and still beside the iron bars of the brig that they had unceremoniously thrown me into a few days before. "It's going to make my sacrificial death to the Hradish-var very boring."
I forced out a laugh, using the harsh sound as a mask so I could shift my weight and test the weird rings they had placed over my wrists. It was all much, considering that usually prisoners were thrown in and left alone until arrival on Cox.
"You’d think you were all afraid of me," I continued when I didn't get a response, twisting my wrists in an effort to loosen the rings. They only cut into my skin painfully.
I had only been in a situation like this once before, but I had
