Zariah cups my balls in her capable fingers and gives them a gentle squeeze as she glides her tongue up my shaft. When she bobs down over my tip again, she hums like she can’t get enough.
The ship fills with light, my body ablaze from her touch.
“Zariah—”I don’t want to go without you.But I’m too breathless to get the words out.
She hums another note that ignites my core in a way I can’t slow or stop. All three balls tighten, and my cock goes rigid. I’m going to make a mess of her gorgeous face.
“Zariah!”
She deep-throats me, and it evokes a euphoric sensation I’ve not felt before.
“Fuck.” My body tenses in waves. Skin ripples. Pulses rip out from my core, heating me like they never have before.
What’s happening to me?
Zariah sucks on my hard shaft as I release and pump my seed into her. She slurps up every drop.
My core’s change doesn’t stop, but it slows. I’m not quite there.
“Elix?” she finally says. “Are you— Are you glowing?”
I catch my breath and look down at her.
It’s just a hint, but my skin looks a brighter green in the darkness.
Zariah wipes her smiling mouth with a hand and crawls over me. She runs the back of her fingers over my face in admiration. “I feel a little better now.”
I brace her sides with lust and a bit of shame. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Her lips graze my ear. “What makes you think I didn’t want to?”
No words come to mind, but I can’t help thinking something about me just has to be repulsive.My tribes, my entire species, rejected me.
Zariah runs her hands over my chest and sits up, the heat of her pussy palpable over my shaft. She nips at my throat and works her way up to my mouth. Her fingertips trace familiar spots on my face. “Why do you have so many scars when you heal so fast?”
“I can’t heal everyone and myself.” My core’s still pulsing, softer now like it’s waiting for something.
Worried Zariah’s getting cold with her bare shoulders exposed to the ship, I pull a blanket over her and savor the gentle heat of her flesh against mine. Her full breasts taunt me withtheir plush weight as they rest on my chest. Her taut nipples rake over my skin in a way that makes my cock stiffen again.
“Promise me that you start saving a little for yourself,” she says, nuzzling my face.
“Uh-huh, sure.” I’m distracted by the hot bead of cum that drips from her onto my tip. I reach a hand between us, find her mound, and give it a nudge as I slide my fingers back, dipping them into her wetness. One touch is all I need to feel my core’s heat begin rising again.
Zariah moans and wiggles her hips back until my fingers slip free, and she bumps my head. “Please.”
Energy pulses out from my core until I can’t control myself. I hope she really does want me.
My body seems to move of its own volition, knowing now that she wants me, too. I grab her hips and guide her into position. Rocking mine, I sheath myself inside of her, slowly.
I want to remember this moment forever.
Zariah arches and cries out, in a painfully erotic way. Her head hangs back. Her nipples tighten. Goosebumps crawl over her skin. She braces herself on my forearms. When her pussy clenches around my shaft, a searing wave of lust courses through me. I push deeper.
Zariah gasps.
I sit up and draw her face to mine, worried I’ve hurt her smaller body. “Zariah?”
She wavers in my grasp and leans against me. “I’m good. You’re just—a lot to handle. I need a moment to—stretch.”
