Page 42 of Yorix

It was several agonizing minutes before I deemed we were far enough out to engage the autopilot on the preprogrammed course provided to me. I set it up and stalked towards the ladder, climbing up to find Lynn spread upon the bed she’d created, naked and toying with a nipple as she watched Neptune grow larger during our flyby.

“Beautiful,” I said, my brain short circuiting. “Mine.”

She turned to look at me, her eyes crinkling up at the corners as she smiled. “Yours, and you’re mine,” she agreed, slipping her other hand down to toy with her clit.

I stalked towards her. I needed to taste her, to slide my fingers up into her hot cunt and feel the honey, smell it, taste it. Something important niggled at the back of my mind. There was something we needed to discuss, something important that we should have talked about before I’d even claimed her the first time. What was it?

“Baby.”

“Yes?”

“Want wait for baby?” I could barely get the words out, never mind string a full sentence together, my focus entirely on her fingers slipping inside her tight sheath.

“Oh! It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”

I knelt between her legs, batting her hand away.

“That’s okay, isn’t it? Waiting to have a baby?”

“Yes,” I replied simply because now I’d gotten my answer and found she’d already thought ahead, there was only one thing to do. I batted her hand away, cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her to meet my descending mouth.

I sucked her sweet, hard little button into my mouth. Lynn mewled, her hands scrubbing at the blankets beneath her. I rubbed my tongue on the underneath of it, increasing my suction.

“Yorix!”

I lapped the tender morsel now.

“So wet for me. Come on, starshine. Come on my tongue for me, then I shall fill you up.”

“Yorix,” she panted but I wasn’t done yet. Not until she screamed my name to the very heavens around us, coating us both in her sweet ambrosia. I sucked her back into my mouth and slid a finger inside her slick folds.

“Yor-ix!”

She arched her back and her eyes wide and unseeing, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, she bucked her hips and a warm gush of her cunt’s honey coated my tongue, lips, and chin as she screamed my name. She was perfection.