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His cocks began to undulate inside me, throbbing with his need, and I sobbed as I came from a kind of pleasure I’d never felt before. His cocks moved in my ass and my pussy, stroking in and out of me gently, and then not so gently. I held onto the bench as he fucked me and it felt so good—better than anything I’d ever known. Anything I’d ever dreamed possible.

His cocks throbbed faster and his growls rose in volume, becoming a keening, almost a song. I didn’t need to speak his language to know what was happening.

Thalan was about to come.

He slowed and pulled me upright on my knees, his arm wrapped around my waist. The change in position was damn near too much for me to bear as his swollen cock heads rubbed inside me from entirely new angles. I made a sound somewhere between a groan and a mewl.

His fingers went to my clit, rubbing and circling, plying me. But there was no way I could come. I might never come again.

“You will,” he rasped in my ear. He laved my shoulder with his tongue while his cocks plundered every available millimeter of my pussy and my ass.

I didn’t know if he could read my mind or if I was just that easy to figure out. I wished I could figurehimout. What he wanted. Where he intended to go. Why he’d left his raider squad and signed his own death warrant. Why he’d offered to fuck me rather than take the door code from me by force.

Maybe he’d seen something in me he liked. And maybe he was lonely too.

He stroked my clit more slowly, coaxing, always without mercy. I wanted him to make me come like this, with his cocks buried deep inside me and my name on his lips.

I’d go with him, if he asked. I’d run away from this diner without looking back. Kitbot could make meals without me. I wanted to go where I’d never have to worry about dealing with Raxians, or sex-starved freighter captains, or moody Pallasians demanding free food in return for hauling my scraps. Where Thalan could make me feel this good, whenever and wherever we wanted.

Was I stupid for wanting that? Maybe. I’d been stupid for running to this outpost. Maybe I still had it in me to do one more stupid thing.

I reached up to wrap my hand around the back of his neck and arched against him. His hands moved from my hip and my clit to cup my breasts, his thumbs playing with my sensitive nipples and sending sparks of pleasure through me. He hadn’t used his tongue on them, or sucked them like I liked to have them sucked. Maybe next time.

While he pinched my nipples, I rubbed my clit and moved against him as his cocks throbbed and plunged in and out of my pussy and ass. It was a perfect moment of pure bliss.

A telltale warmth grew low in my abdomen. Thalan was right: Icouldcome one more time.

He seemed to sense it too. His growl rose in volume as his thrusts turned more urgent. The throbbing of his cocks became a nonstop pulsation. I dug my nails into his thigh with one hand to brace both of us and rubbed my clit with the other.

When I clenched around him and cried out his name, he wrapped his arms around me, bellowed, and came—first with his lower cock in my pussy, and then with his upper cock in my ass.

The hot pulses of his release gushed from me and sent me right back over the edge in an orgasm so powerful that I’d never felt anything like it before. It rolled through my entire body like a tidal wave. I shuddered violently and went limp in his arms, sagging, somewhere between conscious and not.

Hazy minutes later—or maybe hours, I had no idea—I found myself nestled in Thalan’s arms, wrapped in his long coat, my head against his chest. He was stroking my hair and smelling it, his nose traveling down its length until he twirled the end around his fingers and let it slip free.

As awareness returned, I immediately missed the sensation of his cocks inside me. I felt sore—not at all surprising, considering what I’d taken, and what I’d given. But I felt clean and warm and safe. More so than ever before.

Somehow, I knew he hadn’t tried to get out and away while I was semi-conscious. That meant something, I thought.

“Don’t run from me,” I said drowsily. Fumbling, eyes half closed, I found his hand so I could lace my fingers through his. My hand looked hilariously small compared to his. In fact, all of me was small compared to him.

“What do you mean, my lady of the diner?” His voice was a low rumble.

“You’re running, aren’t you? You’re about to run out of my diner and keep going until you find a place to hide.”

His hand stilled, then continued stroking my hair. “I must go far from here. I cannot stay for long. I am…hunted.”

“Yet you stopped for a quick meal.”

“And a glorious fuck.” He chuckled and tugged on my hair. “The meal was far less good than the sex.”

I wanted to be mad, but he was not wrong about either the food or the sex. “Synthetic vegetables and meats and Kitbot’s recipes can only do so much.”

“You have done well. It is a good diner.”

“I don’t want it anymore.” I said it without thinking, but it was probably the most truthful thing I’d ever said to anyone. “I want to go with you.”

His whole body twitched. That was the first time I’d managed to startle him in any way. “It would not be a life for you,” he said.