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Chapter 22
Yorix
M y Mylos drive to claim my mate might have been satisfied in that my hormones had leveled out and my display response calmed. But only somewhat, which many would say was to be expected given that all mated Mylos males always retained some of their scales forever after. Add in the contribution from my mother’s species and I was left with not only the initial claiming drive kicked into even higher gear than was average, but an enhanced libido that said every time I could, I must fill my sweet Bride, over and over again, stuffing her full of my cock and seeding her. Rationally, I knew that the choice of when to have a youngling was ultimately up to her, and was a decision to be made with our personal circumstances to be considered. I was fine with waiting if that’s what she wanted, but however accepting and positive I felt about waiting, it did not reduce my hormonal response to her. It was fortunate indeed that as an advanced species, there was such a thing as birth control. I’d even gone so far as to ask the medkit aboard to be stocked with injections for myself should she wish to wait, as I thought she would.
I could hear her going up and down the ladder, dragging mattresses which she tried to heave up.
“There’s a small turnkey under a flap on one side,” I called out to her, navigating carefully through the asteroids.
“What?” she called back.
“On the mattress. Look for an extra bit of fabric that forms a concealed flap.
“Ah, okay, oh! Found it. And if I lift and turn the little handle?”
“It has the nanites compress into something smaller and easier to carry. Then turn the other way and fold back until it clicks. That will have it return to full size.”
“Wow, okay, that is really handy. Also, much better than a blow up mattress because it won’t get a leak and collapse.”
Several minutes later she came down one last time, scooping Charlie off of the co-pilot’s seat and placing him in her lap as she sat.
“Wow, the asteroid belt! Somehow, they're even bigger than I expected.”
“And some are absolutely tiny,” I replied.
“It’s amazing and you’re so skilled, avoiding them all.”
“They have plenty of space between them and have been mapped well.”
I tap the navigational console. “I am following this, making tiny manual corrections as necessary.”
“So, half autopilot, half you.”
“Essentially.”
I took a deep breath, scenting the musk of her.
“You look all sexy, sitting there shirtless, flying us through the debris.” She shifted in her seat. “Giving off a Han Solo on a Kessel run vibe, to be honest, only a lot more ripped and with fewer clothes.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I could scent the arousal her imagination had triggered over my appearance and competence. It was a heady feeling and made it hard to concentrate on anything but her..
“You are beautiful, my starshine, sitting radiant as always beside me. Knowing you are mine is everything. You are my universe.”
She sucked in a breath. “Keep talking like that mister, and you’ll definitely get laid.”
We broke free of the last of the belt and were fast approaching the body they called Neptune.
I sniffed the air delicately, her desire now sitting heavier on it.
“Only if I keep talking?”
“Well, I made us a sort of bed on the floor upstairs,” she replied coyly.
I growled. “Let me enter the full course once we are a little closer to Neptune, and I shall come see this bed.”
“Okay, well, I’m just going to go up there and look at the sights while I wait. The view from the dome is amazing.”
She put the cat down and sauntered off, her hips swaying in a way I knew was meant to be tantalizing. It worked, causing my cock to press painfully against my pants. I could feel myself leaking. The things she did to me!
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.