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The zero-gravity field flickered, sputtered, and died.
Gravity returned with a vengeance.
THUMP.
Rito and Lala crashed back onto the mattress, their weight returning all at once. The bedsprings groaned under the sudden impact, and the sheets, already damp with sweat and the slick aftermath of their aerial acrobatics, tangled around their limbs.
Rito lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The air in the room was thick, humid, and heavy with the scent of aroused alien pheromones and his own musk.
Lala was draped over him, a dead weight of soft, hot curves. Her skin was flushed a deep, healthy pink, slick with perspiration that made her slide against him with every breath. She was humming a happy, broken little tune, her tail tracing lazy, possessive circles on his damp chest.
"Mmm..." she murmured, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, licking the salt from his skin. "That was fun."
Rito chuckled, a low, rough sound that vibrated in his chest. He reached up, running his hand down the smooth expanse of her back, tracing the dip of her spine all the way down to the base of her sensitive tail.
"It was," Rito agreed, his voice husky. "But we aren't done. You said you needed a full recharge."
Lala lifted her head, her green eyes hazy and half-lidded, swirling with a mix of exhaustion and insatiable hunger. "I'm not full yet... I have room for more."
"Neither am I." Rito said.
He sat up, gently pushing her off him. He grabbed her hips, soft, yielding, and perfect handles, and turned her over.
"On your stomach." he ordered, his voice dropping to the deep, commanding tone of the Harem King. "I want to feel you deep."
Lala obeyed instantly, a shiver running through her frame at his tone. She lay flat on her stomach, burying her face in the pillow to muffle her anticipation. She arched her back, sticking her round, pale bottom high in the air, presenting herself to him. Her legs spread wide, her toes curling into the sheets.
Her tail twitched excitedly, the spade-shaped tip quivering in the air like a metronome.
Rito knelt behind her. He took a moment just to look.
The view was overwhelming. The curve of her hips, the smoothness of her skin, and the wet, pink entrance that was swollen, glistening, and pulsing, waiting for him.
"You're so wet..." Rito whispered, reaching out to trace her slit with his thumb.
"Rito..." Lala whined into the pillow, shaking her ass slightly. "Don't tease me... put it in..."
Rito gripped her hips. His hands sank into her soft flesh, his thumbs digging in to hold her steady. He lined himself up.
His dick was fully awake, veiny and weeping clear fluid. He pressed the broad, mushroom-shaped head against her entrance.
Slap.
The wet sound of the head hitting her slit echoed in the quiet room.
"I'm going deep," Rito warned, sweat beading on his forehead as he steeled himself. "I'm going to hit the cervix."
"Do it," Lala muffled, her voice desperate. "Hit it, Rito. Knock on the door. Open me up."
Rito pushed.
SHLUNK.
He drove in.
It wasn't a gentle slide. It was a conquest. He buried himself to the root in a single, fluid, heavy motion.
"AHHH!" Lala screamed, her back bowing, her head snapping up from the pillow.
He hit it. The head of his cock slammed into her cervix, the entrance to her womb. It was a solid, meaty impact that sent a shockwave of pleasure-pain through her entire nervous system.
Rito held still, freezing in place. He was buried so deep he felt like he was fusing with her. He could feel her internal walls clamping down on him, rippling with that distinct alien strength, trying to milk him right then and there.
"Oh god..." Rito groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as the heat enveloped him. "Lala... you're tight... so tight..."
"Rito... big... inside..." Lala panted, drool escaping her lips. "It feels... heavy..."
Then, he began to move.
He pulled almost all the way out, the friction creating a wet, suction-heavy schloop sound that made Lala's toes curl. Then, he hammered back in.
THWUMP.
"Nggh!" Lala cried out.
Rito found a rhythm. Heavy. Deep. Unforgiving.
Schluck... THWUMP. Schluck... THWUMP.
With every thrust, the sound of his pelvis slapping against her lush buttocks rang out like applause.
Smack-Smack-Smack.
He watched her body react. With every deep stroke, he watched her stomach, pressed against the mattress, distend. A visible, round bump appeared just below her navel every time he bottomed out, marking exactly where the head of his cock was pushing against her insides.
"Look at that..." Rito gasped, reaching under her to touch her stomach. "I can feel myself... right here."
"Yes! Yes!" Lala moaned, pushing back against him. "It's hitting... the womb! Rito! It's so deep!"
He reached down with his other hand. He didn't grab her hair. He grabbed her tail.
He wrapped his hand around the base of the sensitive appendage, right where it joined her spine.
"Hyaaaa!" Lala shrieked, her body jerking violently. "Rito! The tail! It's... zapping me!"
"Take it," Rito growled.
He used her tail as a handle. He pulled back on it firmly while he thrust forward, dragging her onto his cock, forcing her to take every millimeter of his length. The dual stimulation, the cervix pounding and the tail manipulation, was overloading her senses.
Thwap-Thwap-Thwap!
The room filled with wet, messy noises. Squelch. Splat. Pop.
Lala was a mess, drooling onto the pillow, her eyes rolling back into her head, her body spasming with every hit to her womb.
"Break me! Break me!" she cried out, her voice ragged. "I love you! I love your big cock! Fill me with energy!"
Rito gritted his teeth, the veins in his neck bulging. The sensation of her cervix yielding slightly, welcoming him, trying to pull him inside, was driving him insane. He was going to lose it if he didn't change position.
"Up," Rito commanded, pulling out with a wet, hollow pop that left Lala gaping.
Lala collapsed, panting, her limbs trembling. "Up?"
"Stand up," Rito said, climbing off the bed. He stood in the center of the room, his erection standing tall and proud, coated in their mixed fluids, twitching in the air. "I want to see how strong you really are."
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Lala lay on the mattress, her chest heaving, her limbs trembling from the aftershocks of the prone bone session. Her eyes were hazy, struggling to focus on the figure looming above her.
"Stand up, Lala," Rito repeated, his voice low and uncompromising.
He stood in the center of the room, illuminated by the artificial moonlight of the lab. He was a statue of masculine endurance. His abs were slick with sweat, the deep grooves catching the light. His chest was flushed, his breath coming in controlled, heavy bursts.
But it was his erection that commanded attention. Even after the gruelling round on the bed, it stood straight out, rock-hard and angry, coated in a glistening sheen of their mixed fluids. It twitched, eager for more.
"Rito..." Lala whispered, pushing herself up on shaky arms. "You're... you're still ready?"
"I told you." Rito said, reaching down to offer her his hand. "I'm not stopping until you're full."
She took his hand. He pulled her up effortlessly. Lala wobbled, her legs feeling like jelly, but Rito caught her. He pulled her flush against his body, her soft, naked curves moulding perfectly to his hard frame.
"Hold on." he ordered.
He didn't wait for her to brace herself. He bent his knees slightly, wrapped his arms under her bottom, and lifted.
"Hup!"
He hoisted her into the air. Lala gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles behind his back. Her arms flew around his neck, clinging to him for dear life.
They were face-to-face, hovering in the center of the room. Rito held her entire weight with his arms alone, his biceps bulging with the effort. His hands kneaded her soft, round buttocks, fingers digging into the plush flesh, spreading her cheeks slightly even as he held her up.
"Wow..." Lala breathed, looking into his eyes. "Rito... you're so strong!"
"Only for you," Rito grunted, adjusting his grip on her hips. "Now... take me."
He walked them toward the wall. He pressed her back against the cool metal panelling, pinning her there with his body weight. The contrast of the cold wall against her back and Rito's furnace-hot chest against her front made her shiver.
"Open up," he whispered, leaning in to capture her lips.
It wasn't just a kiss; it was a consumption. Rito swept his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Lala moaned, her tongue meeting his, dancing in a wet, frantic rhythm. She sucked on his tongue, drinking his saliva as if it were the source of the energy she craved.
Schlop... mmph... gluck.
While they kissed, Rito guided himself with one hand, the head of his cock brushing against her slick, swollen folds.
Slap.
"Ready?" he murmured against her mouth.
"Yes! Yes!" she panted, drool escaping the corner of her lips.
He thrust upward.
SHLUCK.
He drove into her from below, burying himself to the hilt. Lala cried out into his mouth, her head falling back against the wall, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Ahhh! Rito! It's so deep!"
Gravity was working with him now. Her weight pushed her down onto him, while his strength drove him up into her. It was the deepest connection yet.
Rito began to move. He squatted slightly, then drove up, using his legs and core to power the thrusts.
Thud-Thud-Thud.
He pounded her against the wall. The sound of her back hitting the metal mixed with the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding.
His hands were everywhere. He squeezed her ass, lifting her higher to meet his thrusts. He reached up, cupping her bouncing breasts, thumbing her nipples until they were hard points against his palms.
"More... give me more..." Lala begged, licking his neck, sucking on his pulse point. "I want your taste... I want your energy..."
Rito kissed her again, silencing her pleas with his tongue. He let her drink from him, exchanging fluids above while they exchanged fluids below.
"Harder!" Lala screamed, breaking the kiss, her tail whipping around his waist, squeezing him tight. "Don't hold back! Break me!"
Rito roared. He abandoned technique for raw power. He hammered into her, his hips a blur of motion. He felt like a beast, unleashed and unstoppable.
"You're mine, Lala!" he shouted, biting her shoulder, leaving a mark. "You're my Queen!"
"I'm yours! I'm your wife! Your partner! Your toy!"
The intensity built. The friction was unbearable. The Golden Heart Seal on her stomach, pressed tightly against his own abs, began to heat up, burning like a brand between them.
"Rito... Rito... I'm getting close!" Lala wailed, her legs tightening around his waist like a vice, her internal muscles milking him dry. "It's building up! I'm gonna!"
"Let it go!" Rito commanded, driving deeper than ever before. "Explode for me!"
He slammed his hips forward one final, devastating time. The impact drove him so deep inside her that he felt like he was touching the core of her being. His pelvis locked against hers, grinding down, trapping her against the wall with the full weight of his body and his desire.
"AHIIIEEE!" Lala shrieked, her head thrown back, her mouth wide in a silent scream of overload.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, white showing. Her tongue lolled out, a classic, ruinous ahegao expression overtaking her beautiful features as her nervous system short-circuited.
DO-PYU!
The dam broke.
It wasn't just a release; it was a cosmic event. The natural Harem protagonist Rito's stamina, pumped up over weeks of training and abstinence from his main wife, unleashed a torrent of thick, scalding seed directly into her womb.
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!
The force was staggering. Each pulse fired like a cannon, flooding her insides with a pressure that expanded her, filled her, and claimed her.
"Ngggghhh! R-Rito! Hot! Too hot!" Lala wailed, her body convulsing in his arms. Her internal walls clamped down on his shaft with a strength that would have crushed a normal man, milking him, demanding every single drop.
SPLURT-SPLURT.
Rito kept pouring. He emptied himself completely, giving her the energy she had begged for.
As the flood filled her, the Golden Heart Seal #1 on her stomach ignited.
FLASH.
It didn't just glow; it detonated. A blinding beam of golden-pink light erupted from her skin, cutting through the dimness of the lab. It illuminated the dust motes, the scattered tools, and the sweat dripping from Rito's chin. The seal pulsed violently—thump-thump-thump—syncing with the aftershocks of Rito's climax.
"It's... shining!" Lala gurgled, drool escaping her lips as she basked in the overload. "So bright... full power...!"
Rito held her there, pinned against the wall, until the last pulse faded. His legs were shaking. His arms burned. His breath came in ragged, painful gasps.
Slowly, carefully, he lowered her.
Her feet touched the floor, but her legs gave out instantly. Rito caught her, sinking down with her until they were both kneeling on the floor, tangled together in a mess of limbs and fluids.
Lala slumped against him, boneless. Her head rested on his shoulder, her breathing a series of soft, happy hitches. A steady trickle of white leaked from her, running down her thigh, proof of the "recharge".
"Rito..." she whispered, her voice slurring with exhaustion. "100%... No... 1000%..."
Rito kissed the top of her head, his own eyes heavy. "Good. You earned it, Lala."
He pulled her into his lap, cradling her like a child. The room was silent now, the only sound the hum of the cooling machinery and their own heartbeats. The Golden Seal on her stomach faded to a soft, contented hum.
They stayed like that for a long time, just breathing.
Eventually, the artificial sun in the ceiling began to brighten, simulating the dawn.
Rito blinked, realizing he had dozed off sitting up. His body was sore, a good sore. He looked down at Lala. She was fast asleep, a peaceful, goofy smile on her face, drool on his chest.
He smiled.
'She's happy,' Rito thought.
He carefully stood up, carrying her to the cloud-bed. He tucked her in, kissing her forehead one last time.
Then, he turned to the exit ladder.
He had a harem to protect. He had a sister to dote on. And somewhere out there, a lonely assassin was waiting for him to save her.
Rito climbed down, ready for the storm.
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