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The longer I stared, the more couples manifested, trios and larger groups too, all of them ensnared in sensual embraces, taking and receiving pleasure.Space orgy. They were much like humans, but oh, so different. My eyes skimmed over breasts, and cocks, and cords, and pussies, and fingers.

Every touch from Khor Drath stoked my fire. I didn’t know where to look, and couldn’t contain my fevered emotions. A flick of his finger over my nipple shot charged heat directly to my clit. I gasped, then pulled his fingers from my breast to suck on them. The taste of his electric skin coated my tongue.

Need you. Need you. Need you.I chanted the words inside my head in time with pulls of my mouth, hoping beyond hope he understood what I wanted.

He spread me wider, his cock nudging my entrance.Yes. Yes. Yes.I needed him inside me so bad—to the point if it didn’t happen, I’d die of unfulfillment.

Can’t have that.Lust and humor tinged his tone. His cock probed, then pulled away. He did it again, and had me panting, his fingers circling my clit over and over.

Don’t tease.I bit down on his fingers then soothed the area with my tongue.Want you inside me.

Finally, he thrust upward. Stars went supernova behind my eyelids. The first two inches of him was the best thing I’d ever experienced. Floating like this, I had nothing to brace against, but did my best to push back and take him. Our movements propelled us in a different direction, the nebula’s colors spinning. Each new inch of him made me moan and sweat, eager to take more, though it felt like I’d already been stretched to the max. His hand moved from my mouth to my stomach and he held me close, bracing our masses together.

That’s it. Take me. So tight. So perfect for me, my mate.

The endearment pinged around in my head, refusing to settle, but meaning everything. Reaching behind me, I gripped one of his cords, my other hand digging into the meat of his thigh. A soundless groan vibrated through his body as he bottomed out, the stretch unreal.

Fuck, yeah.I knew he would split me apart. And it hurtso good.I’d never been stuffed so full in my life.

He began to move, small thrusts at first, then became insistent with powerful jerks of his hips in and out.Yeeesss.I loved it. Couldn’t get enough. Wanted more. Never experienced anything like it. The fingers of his one hand moved to my clit, while the other pinched my nipple. We created as carnal a display as any of the pairings and groups around us.

Our tempo increased and so did my breaths. With each slide of his cock inside me, my pleasure climbed higher, his thickness hitting just the right spot over and over again. His lips, then teeth, skimmed my neck, my shoulder, and I turned my head to capture his mouth.

The silver-white of his eyes shone down on me as our tongues tangled and stroked. My emotions swelled, a poignant, pinching sensation growing within my breast. This felt so right. So perfect.

His movements turned frantic, feral, undisciplined. His hunger fed my own passion. The two of us were trapped in a cyclone without escape, the intensity increasing. I didn’t want to escape the chaos, not at all, and dug my fingernails into the skin of his cord and thigh.

Another soundless groan vibrated through my spine. His hot cum exploded inside of me, setting off my own orgasm. I left my body then, my cells turning into specks of dust in the nebula, soaked in pleasure, the inside of my head buzzing. I floated away in a million little fragments.

Thick arms wrapped around me tight, holding me close as I returned to myself. I opened my eyes to see a different view of the nebula. Pink, mauve, and red beings undulated to a silent beat, mesmerizing in a fundamental way.Every time I see a nebula from this day forward, I will wonder if beings are having orgies in them.

Khor Drath moved behind me, and I gripped his thigh tighter to keep him still. I didn’t want to separate from him, didn’t want to lose this weightless joy we’d attained with one another. His lips pressed against my hair, my neck, my shoulder. I turned my head and he kissed me, the touch filled with emotion and longing. We drifted, fused together, for what seemed like hours.

I jolted from our peaceful state when he began to pull out. The slow slide of his cock out of my channel sent aftershocks of pleasure through my nerve endings. My gasp disappeared before it passed my lips. He turned me in his arms, and I wrapped my body around his to hold him tight. I buried my face in his throat, inhaling the electric spice of his skin.

A sadness overtook my mind. I could never visit this place, be with this man like this, in real life.I wish we could stay here forever.Why did it have to be a dream?

The thought woke me, and I gasped, my eyes flying open, to find myself lying on a black leather chair in the middle of the lab.

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I blinkedas I returned to myself, my breaths coming fast and hard like I’d just run a marathon. My fingers fluttered down my body, taking inventory. I wore the same tank top and cargoes I’d had on when I’d arrived. Scuffed boots stared at me from the end of the footrest. My nipples were as hard as rock, and my pussy soaked, but not sore like it should have been if what I’d dreamed actually happened.

My head whipped to the left. Khor Drath was where I’d left him, on the other side of his desk behind his numerous monitors. His silver-white eyes met mine.Fucking hell.Heat scorched my cheeks. He must have seen everything I’d dreamed about him. That was the point of all this, wasn’t it? To record my dreams?

“What was that?” I pressed my hands to my hot cheeks, wishing the chair would eat me like a real ekku would so I didn’t have to face my mortification. “It felt so real, like you were there with me.”

He stood from his seat, his gaze fixed on mine over the screens. Was it unhinged to think those eyes held heat? That he’d liked my dream? An echoing warmth spread through my belly and I clutched at the arms of the chair to hide the reaction.

With measured movements, he walked around his desk, then toward me. My heart raced with each step closer.

“My people have the ability to dream walk,” he said, his growly voice rumbling through the room. “But only with a select few…significant people who are…important to them.”

“What do you mean?” I whispered, my breaths coming faster and faster as he drew near. “You were really there with me?”

He stopped beside the chair, his thighs almost touching the arm where my fingernails had left indentations in the leather, and nodded once.

My heart stopped. It wasn’t only that he had seen what I’d fantasized, but he’d lived it? As an active, willing participant? If the bulge in his tight pants was an indication, then he really had. Would he be the same size in real life?