Planet Athion: The Complete Series by Angel Lawson
85
Mercy
Sweat rolls between my breasts,gliding down my belly. The slap of skin rhythmically beats in time, breathy, deep grunts reverberate in my ear. A strong arm holds me upright—in position. I’ve never felt like this before—so full—so complete. That’s what happens when a man from the Southern Tip, a man like Dimka, unleashes his full power upon me.
To be fair, it took a few tries to get it right.
At first, I was intimidated by the two massive cocks that swelled and bobbed at the sight of my naked body. Or nearly naked body. Or frankly, just being near me. I’d never had more than one inside at once—especially so big—but Dimka was patient with me. And I wanted it. I wanted to experience him fully. We explored our bodies, our limitations. He worked me up, brought me to the edge, stretched me with his fingers, the tip and then inch-by-inch. Then whole.
That’s where we are now, caught in the throes of ultimate fucking. With his long arms and big hands and deep thrusts I feel him everywhere, inside and out. I don’t fight the cries that come from my mouth, or the way his name sounds when I beg him to go harder. I don’t care who hears me on this ship. Hell, sometimes I get louder just to lure them in here. Why not? Those are the times things get even more special.
In this position I can’t see Dimka’s handsome face, but I hear the way his grunts get faster, the way his breath quickens, and I feel the way his body moves. He’s close, and when he’s inside me like this, I’m always close. My knees constantly weak and my belly tightly coiled.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear as his fingers slide into the slickness of my legs. “I love you.”
“I-I-I…”
He does it on purpose, knowing I can’t speak, knowing that with every stroke of my clit, my brain is melting.
He pulls out suddenly, surprisingly, and I cry, “What? Why?”
But he’s flipped me over and is inside me again, pounding away like he never skipped a beat. The length of his second cock rubs vigorously against my clit, gliding where his fingers once were.
“I wanted to see you. Taste your mouth. Steal your breath.”
He does all three and I shatter, completely and fully shatter, as he pounds into me and grunts long and deep, his cum both filling me inside and pooling hot and sticky across my belly.
He rolls off of me and pulls me against his massive frame, cuddling me tight. Exhausted but content, I glance out the ship window, watching the dark skies fly past, thinking about Earth and how it’s no longer home. My home is here with this man, these men, the ones plotting and planning and taking back a world to make me and others like me safe.
Excitement churns in my belly for the future—what it holds for us as a group—as a family, because if I’ve learned anything since I found my Custo, nothing will keep us apart.