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It was a dart of sweetness into my core.
He thrust again. His huge, thick cock dragged against something inside me, something good. It was intense, maybe it was too much—
I put my fingers on my clit.
He thrust again.
Now, it was like my clit was… wastrappedbetween his driving cock and my finger. Oh, stars, I’d never feltanythinglike that in my life. I started to moan.
He grunted his approval at this, thrusting harder.
He fucked me desperately, a driving rhythm, slamming all the way into me, and I touched myself, and itdidfeel good.
He didn’t last long, though.
I didn’t come.
He finished, pumping me full of his sticky release and then he extricated himself from me, and he staggered away.
I wavered, left on my knees there. My whole body was shaking.
“Get up,” he ordered from behind me, his voice like midnight. “Get onto the shipnow.”
I stumbled to my feet on trembling legs. I glanced at him over my shoulder.
He looked me up and down, the expression on his face hungry and possessive.
I took a shaky step toward the ship.
“Don’t run,” he warned me.
“No,” I breathed. I walked, one careful step at a time, to the ship, while his semen slid slowly out of me.
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holston
I brought Cypra food sometime later.
I wasn’t sure what the agreed-upon apology for raping a woman was, but, well, this was what I had. I didn’t want to make her look at me, so I just banged on the door of the ship, left it there, and pulled back out of sight.
But when she opened the door, she peered out. “Holston?” she called. “Is that you?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Holston, did you bring this?” Real panic in her voice now.
“Yeah,” I managed from my hiding place. “Yeah, I thought maybe… if you didn’t want to use a replicator.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Where are you?”
“I’m sure you don’t want to look at me,” I muttered. I should have felt ashamed of myself for what happened. I probably would feel ashamed at some point, but the mating instinct was fucking up everything in my brain and body right now. So, it was more this feeling of knowing that shame was the appropriate reaction than it was that I felt anything at all.
“I need you to help me get the bodies out of the ship,” she said, voice breaking.
Shit.
“Can you be around me like that?”
