Four
Tara lay sprawled on the padded maintenance bench, completely spent.
Her body felt heavy and wonderfully used.
For the first time in days, the constant, painful pressure in her breasts had finally been relieved.
The milking machine continued its gentle, low setting, pulling the last slow trickles of milk from her sensitive nipples in soothing rhythms.
Varkor stood over her, his massive obsidian chest still rising and falling heavily. He looked down at her with a mixture of deep satisfaction and tender concern in his glowing amber eyes.
“You did so well for me,” he rumbled, voice low and warm. “Such a perfect hucow.”
Then he scooped her up into his powerful arms as if she weighed nothing at all. Tara sighed contentedly and rested her head against his broad shoulder, feeling small and safe against his seven-foot frame.
Varkor carried her down the corridor to her private quarters. The station lights dimmed automatically as they passed, responding to the late hour. He laid her gently on her bed, then disappeared into the bathroom. A few moments later he returned with a basin of warm water and a soft cloth.
With surprising patience and care, the big alien began cleaning her.
He wiped down her chest, gently cleaning the mixture of milk and his thick cum from her breasts and stomach.
He was thorough but gentle, especially around her still-sensitive nipples.
He cleaned between her thighs, wiping away the copious amounts of seed that had leaked out of her.
“You took so much of my cum,” he murmured with clear pride. “Your body handled it beautifully.”
Tara blushed but smiled sleepily. “It felt incredible.”
Once she was clean, Varkor brought her a glass of water and a nutrient bar from the dispenser. He made sure she drank and ate a little before helping her into a loose, comfortable sleep shirt. Then he dimmed the lights further and pulled the blanket over her.
“Rest now,” he said, brushing her chestnut hair back from her face. “I still have maintenance work to complete on the station’s power relays and environmental systems. I’ll be nearby if you need me.”
Tara caught his large hand. “You don’t have to leave right away…”
Varkor smiled, a rare soft expression on his beastly features.
He climbed into the bed beside her for a while, his massive body making the mattress dip deeply.
He pulled her against his warm chest, one thick arm wrapped protectively around her.
Tara listened to the steady rumble of his heartbeat and slowly drifted off into a deep, exhausted sleep.
***
She wasn’t sure how long she slept. When she finally stirred, the station’s chronometer showed nearly two hours had passed.
At first she felt peaceful — warm, satisfied, and wonderfully empty. But then a new wave of heat rolled through her body like liquid fire.
Tara whimpered softly as her breasts began to feel heavy again. They swelled noticeably, growing tight and achy within minutes. Her nipples stiffened into hard peaks, and she could already feel warm milk starting to leak again, dampening the front of her sleep shirt.
The heat flash was coming back faster and stronger than she had hoped.
She shifted restlessly under the blanket, pressing her thighs together as fresh arousal bloomed between her legs. Her pussy grew slick and needy once more, clenching around nothing.
The sound of tools and soft humming drifted in from the corridor — Varkor was still working on the station’s maintenance. She could hear him moving between panels, his deep voice occasionally muttering technical terms in his native language.
Tara bit her lip, trying to endure the rising need, but another strong flash hit her. She moaned quietly, one hand instinctively moving to cup her aching breast.
The movement must have alerted him. A few moments later, the door to her quarters slid open.
Varkor stepped inside, still shirtless, his powerful obsidian body glistening slightly with sweat from the physical work. His amber eyes immediately locked onto her flushed face and the fresh wet spots on her shirt.
“Your heat has returned,” he said, not a question.
Tara nodded, breathing faster. “It came back quicker than I thought… I’m sorry for interrupting your work.”
Varkor crossed the room in two long strides and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the blanket down and gently lifted her shirt, exposing her swollen, leaking breasts.
“Do not apologize,” he growled softly, leaning down to lick a slow trail across one leaking nipple. “Maintenance can wait. Taking care of you is far more important.”
He activated the comm panel by the bed with one hand while his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking gently.
“Station maintenance log,” he said in a calm, professional tone. “Power relays postponed. Priority shifted to… biological support.”
Tara moaned as he began drinking from her again, his big hand sliding down between her thighs.
Her heat was back in full force, and she couldn’t be more relieved that her strong, capable alien engineer was more than happy to put everything else on hold to help her through it.