Space for Growth (Spire Station #3)

Chapter 35

35

B y the time we’ve stripped our clothes off, smiling at each other like drunken fools between kisses and touches, I’m eager for anything Hadrell wants to give me.

My heart skips a beat when they stand before me in all their naked glory.

God, what did I do to deserve this? I’m a boring human with a boring life.

Or I was. With Hadrell, everything has changed. Anything seems possible.

It boggles my mind that no one else stuck around long enough to discover how perfect they are. Though I’m selfishly glad they were so blind because it means I’m here with Hadrell, being blessed with their undivided attention and desire.

I squirm a little under his intense gaze, my stomach twisting with the discomfort I’ve learned is pleasurable for me.

“My beautiful fa'sli . I can’t decide how I want you first,” Hadrell murmurs, stepping close and running a talon down my arm.

My legs go weak at the touch, insides already molten with desire from a few simple words. I’m unsure if I’m still not allowed to speak unless asked a question, like when we practiced this before, but I chance it. “May I suggest something, sir?”

Their lips fall to my throat and they let out a rumbling sound. “You can’t even wait for me to pick? You’re that needy?”

“Y-yes,” I breathe, gripping their hip. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Alright, tell me what you want.”

“I… I can’t stop thinking about your taste. Would you let me use my tongue and fingers on you?”

He exhales with a soft groan. “You know what my slick does to you. Are you sure you want that? Because I told you I’d keep you on the edge until I was ready for your release, and that will definitely make the pleasure more torturous for you.”

My cock bucks at the idea. “That’s what I want. Please, sir.”

“Stars, you really are perfect for me.” They step back and a wicked grin curves across their lips. “Lie down.”

I quickly do as they say, sinking onto the plush mattress that we’ve spent so many night cycles together on. How many of those cycles did I imagine this as I struggled to fall asleep? And now it’s happening.

Hadrell doesn’t waste any time crawling up my body to straddle my face. I groan at the sight of their dripping entrance, eager for a taste, but wait for them to grant me that privilege.

He taps the small implant right beneath his navel and sighs as the piercing inside him begins to vibrate. The sound he makes has me wetting my lips .

They run a hand through my hair and grin down at me. “Stick that pretty tongue out.”

When I do, they let out a pleased hum. “Keep it like that. If you need a break, pinch my thigh.”

I nod and they lower down, lining up their wet core with my mouth, letting my tongue spear inside them as they settle their weight on my face.

All of my senses save sight are infused with Hadrell—their sweet taste, their heady scent, their moans, the hot, ribbed texture of their channel on my tongue, and the filthy sensation of their slick soaking my beard.

Fuck, it’s good enough I almost come. Why has no one ever sat on my face before? I want to do this every cycle for the rest of my life.

I groan out my appreciation and Hadrell releases a breathy chuckle. “Not yet. You can hold off for me on your own.”

I wish I had his confidence in me because the more he grinds against my mouth, the more tenuous my control becomes. I grip his hips to keep myself from reaching down and stroking my cock, and that earns me another husky laugh.

“ Esh’et , I’m close,” they moan, and to my dismay they pull back, sitting on my chest.

I pant as I look up at them, unsure why they’d stop if their orgasm was coming.

“I want to fuck your mouth now,” they rasp.

“Please,” I whine, not understanding why they needed to tell me that since I thought that’s what was already happening.

He brings two fingers up to the implant below his navel and presses in, holding it down for a few seconds. My eyes widen as a hardlight cock forms between his thighs, one end curving up inside him and the other jutting out into the air above my face. I’ve only ever seen that kind of technology in vids. I reach out and touch it, half-expecting my finger to pass through the glowing light, but it’s completely solid.

“Oh!” I exclaim. “Wow, that’s…” I trail off, speechless, as I imagine what that might feel like inside me. In all the conversations about having sex with various aliens, Mezli failed to mention using this level of tech. I wonder what kind of implants I could get to make things more pleasurable for Hadrell. A vibrating piercing, for sure. Maybe a hardlight cock that I can use if they’d be interested in me fucking both of their holes at the same time. The possibilities seem limitless now.

“Too much?” They lift a swirling brow as they gather up some of their slick and stroke it along the glowing shaft, eyes fluttering shut for a moment at whatever sensation it’s creating for them.

“N-no! I want it. I was just, uh, thinking about what other kinds of tech there is. What I could get to compliment yours. If you wanted that.”

Hadrell chuckles. “Mmm, I’d love that. Just like I love how delightfully dirty your mind is.” He grins, giving his cock another pump. “For now, though, do you want me to fuck your throat, fa'sli ?”

My pulse spikes and my cock throbs. “I want anything you’ll give me. I want all of you, sir.”

“Open that pretty little whore mouth for me then,” they rasp. “I’m going to use you like the toy you are.”

A flare of heat washes over me at their degradation, and I part my lips to receive them like the obedient slut they call me.

The way they stroke my cheek tenderly as they line the glowing cock up with my lips is a stark contrast to their words, only making me more desperate for them. They tease my mouth with the head of their cock, rubbing the tip across my tongue and lips and smearing their slick all over my mouth and beard.

I groan as he takes his cock in hand and slaps it against my cheek

“Move to the edge of the bed,” they command, pulling back and getting up off the mattress to stand. “Put your head here.” They point to the side of the bed where they’re standing.

I scoot myself around, arranging myself as he instructed, heart hammering in my chest. I’ve given blowjobs before, but never had anyone fuck my mouth like this. It truly will be like I’m his willing toy. A receptacle for his pleasure.

God, I never realized I was this kinky. Being with Hadrell has given me the permission I needed to explore things with no shame. Yet another gift their affection has bestowed upon me.

They smile down at me in a sweet, soft moment as I reposition myself, then guide my head to dangle off the edge of the bed, their talons grazing my throat.

“Hold my thighs and remember to pinch me if it’s too much,” they rasp, releasing my head to take hold of my hands and place them on their legs. When they’re satisfied with how I’m arranged, they slide their palms down the sides of my arms in a teasing caress.

Taking their cock in one hand and pressing my lips open with the other, they line back up with my mouth and slide in.

I’d assumed their hardlight cock would function like a dildo, but the groan they release as their cock slips past my lips makes me think they can feel me sucking them. They thrust shallowly a few times, testing me, before pushing deeper.

I struggle against the reflex to gag, and their hand strokes along my throat. “That’s it. Relax your throat for me, fa'sli . You can take it. ”

I moan at their words, which causes me to gag despite their encouragement, and they pull back out, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Only a moment, though, because they lean forward and thrust back inside, starting to fuck my mouth and throat in earnest as I moan against them.

It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever done. Their slick gushes down the length of their cock to drip into my mouth and onto my chin, mingling with the obscene sounds of my throat working to accommodate their unrelenting thrusts. My head is rushing from hanging like this, and the effects of their slick have me ready to come at any moment.

“Don’t. Come. Yet,” they growl, punctuating each word with a thrust. They pinch my nipple and I cry out, but the touch grounds me enough that I’m not in danger of coming in the next few seconds.

“That’s it. I’m almost there. Esh’et , if I knew how good my sweet pet’s throat was, I would’ve been using it since the moment we met. Kept you in my bed as my personal toy to use whenever I wanted, like the fa'sli you are.”

God, I want that. I groan and grip their thighs tighter, urging them to keep using me.

“Yes, oh, yes. Vash-ka , if you wait until I come, I’ll fuck your ass next.”

I moan and sputter, the idea bringing me right back to the edge. My balls ache with the need to release, but I fight against it.

“Oh, Paul, yes,” Hadrell cries, thrusting one more time before pulling out as they come, their slick flooding down along their length to coat my lips and awaiting tongue.

They guide my head back onto the bed as we both catch our breath, panting. Hadrell strokes their fingers through my hair, caresses my messy beard and lips, and runs a talon down the length of my throat with a reverence that would take my breath away if it wasn’t already gone. “Shh, yes, that’s it. So good, l’thran . So perfect for me.”

I whimper when they remove their touch, but it’s only temporary, as they lie down on the bed beside me and roll me over onto my side, their chest pressed against my back as their arms band around me to hold me close. Hadrell kisses my shoulder, then my neck, all the while caressing my stomach and chest with touches that are both soothing and torturous.

“Doing alright, my love?” he asks, murmuring the words into my ear.

I open my mouth to reply, but all that comes out is a mix of a whine and a groan.

They chuckle. “I didn’t think I’d fuck you speechless so soon. Shall we take a break, pet? We’ve got the whole night cycle to play, and I don’t want to break you right away.”

It’s somehow a genuine offer, check in and a playful challenge all at once. I get the sense that no matter how I respond to the question, Hadrell will be pleased.

I clear my throat. “I don’t need a break.” I squirm against them, my breath hitching as I feel the wet hardlight cock still jutting from between their thighs. “You promised you’d fuck me if I didn’t come.”

They smile against my shoulder, gripping my hip possessively. “I did, didn’t I?” In a smooth, impressive display of dexterity, they roll us, pressing me face down onto the bed.

“Stay there and don’t move,” he orders, shifting off of me. I resist the urge to grind my aching cock against the mattress, the effects of his slick making my mind fuzzy with arousal. It’d take barely a few thrusts before I spilled all over the sheets with how sensitive and on edge I am .

I hear Hadrell rustling around in a drawer for a few moments that seem like they stretch out into hours with how desperate I am to be touched again. I sigh in relief when their weight dips the bed behind me, then gasp as they grip my hips and tug them up and back so my ass is presented to them.

My body courses with heat at being in such a vulnerable and primal position. It’s going to feel so good when they’re inside me.

Oh god, I need to stop thinking about that or I’ll come before they get that far.

“Relax,” they chuckle, giving me a few moments to cool my thoughts before they spread my cheeks apart and circle my puckered hole with a talon.

I tense instinctively at the touch. As much as I want this, I hadn’t thought about how the fuck they’re supposed to prep me to take their cock when their fingers are tipped in claws that might shred my insides apart.

He draws his touch back. “You’ve been fucked here before, right?”

“Y-yeah, but never by someone with talons…”

Hadrell lets out a relieved chuckle. “Oh, that. Don’t worry, I can retract them.” He smooths a palm up and down my spine. “I’ll be gentle,” he adds in a seductive murmur.

Now that I’m not worried about getting torn up, I melt against his touch. “Don’t,” I breathe.

“Don’t what?” Hadrell asks, concern bleeding into their tone.

“Don’t be gentle,” I whisper. Asking for that makes my cheeks blaze, and I’m thankful for the cool pillow my face is pressed against.

A low rumble fills the air. “Such a needy pet. So eager for my cock.”

I gasp as I feel something other than a finger pressing against my hole. Hadrell’s long tongue circles the rim, then presses against the tight pucker, testing me. “O-oh, fuck.” My hips press back instinctively at the sensation.

They give my ass cheek a light swat and hold me still. “Be patient. If you want me to fuck you hard, I need to make sure you can take it.”

The ebb and flow of my arousal as they work me open with their tongue, followed by their fingers, is a torturous bliss unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. They ease me through the slight discomfort of the stretch and pull me back from the brink when it turns too pleasurable.

My cock leaks a steady stream of precum onto the bed, desperate for relief that won’t come. By the time the blunt head of Hadrell’s cock replaces their fingers, I’m almost delirious. “Please, god, please, I need it.”

I cry out when Hadrell listens, pressing their hips forward to sink inside me in an achingly slow assault. The only sign that they’re affected is the shuddering breath they release as they sheath their cock inch by inch.

“Look at you, fa'sli . Stretched out like the perfect whore on my cock.”

I press my hips back, desperate for them to move. To do something other than stay there and tease me. I cry out as the movement makes their cockhead rub against my prostate.

Hadrell growls down at me, banding an arm around my waist to hold my ass flush with their hips and keep me from moving more. “ Vash-ka , you’re so greedy. Alright then, if you want it so bad, take it.”

They pull back out and slam inside me again.

A choked moan punches out of my lungs .

“That’s right. Let me hear you.” They thrust into me again. “Let the whole ship hear how much of a slut you are for me.”

I moan and writhe on his cock as he pounds me into the mattress. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. Tears stream down my cheeks, washing away every hesitant, worried part of me until all that’s left is a wanton being of pure desire.

Hadrell’s weight presses me onto the bed as they collapse forward, pumping into me with abandon as they chase their release. “Are you ready?” they rasp into my ear.

“Yes, yes, please, Hadrell, oh god, please.” My words come out in an unending stream of begging.

He presses an open-mouthed kiss to my throat, then slides a hand beneath us to grip my cock. “Come with me, l’thran ,” he rasps.

There’s nothing holding my release back as their cock drags against my prostate and their hand pumps my shaft. Nothing to keep me from exploding, shattering into stardust, as my orgasm at Hadrell’s command reshapes my universe.

Their body shudders behind me as they moan my name, their fist drawing every last drop of my release out of me even as their hips still. Hadrell’s whispered praise is the last thing I register as my exhausted and utterly spent body fades into unconsciousness.