With packs secured, the group trudged back into the transports to the city center, the air buzzing with chatter. Alex lagged behind, muscles aching from the ordeal. "I'll crash in the med bay for a bit," he told the captain. "I'm still pretty sore."
Slipping inside, he found Amber dozing on the cot. He leaned in, brushing her lips with a soft kiss. Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile forming. "Thanks," Alex murmured.
"You're welcome," she replied, sitting up. "Dressing your wounds unlocked my class. I have a Healing skill now!" Her voice bubbled with excitement.
"That's fantastic. If you ever need a pack mule for your adventures, hit me up. After this mess, I'm planning to hole up at home and recover.
"Amber arched her back in a languid stretch before swinging her legs off the cot. "We heading out?"
"Yeah, just left the center."
She rose, locking the med bay door with a decisive click. Her shirt fell to the floor, revealing full breasts that begged for touch. Alex had already kicked off his pants, yanking his shirt over his head and shedding his boxers in one fluid motion. He closed the distance, mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard as his hands roamed her curves.
Gripping her waist, he tugged her pants down, guiding her to the sturdy chair. She knelt on the seat, facing the backrest, ass presented like an invitation. From his bag, Alex grabbed the oil vial, drizzling it generously. He dropped to his knees, tongue delving into her tight asshole, circling and probing with hungry laps.
Amber gasped, body tensing in shock, but the pleasure overrode any protest. His fingers followed, slick with oil, massaging her rim until she yielded, relaxing into the intrusion. He worked her open, stretching her with fingers spreading her ass open, then coated his throbbing cock.
Positioning the head, he pressed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. She whimpered, a mix of sting and bliss twisting her features. "Oh, ah," she moaned, biting her lip as he paused, letting her adjust.
"Master, that feels so... ah, good," she breathed.
He began to move, pulling back and driving forward in a steady rhythm. Her body clenched around him, and soon she shattered, cumming hard, her ass spasming wildly as she bucked against his cock. Alex gripped her cheeks, holding still through the waves. Once she stilled, he added more oil, then plunged deep again, chasing his own release in the slick heat.
Alex drove into her ass with relentless thrusts, the heat of her ass gripping him tight. Amber shattered again, her body quaking as waves of ecstasy ripped through her. He clamped down, one arm pinning her chest to the backrest, the other locking her hips in place, refusing to let her escape the pounding rhythm.
As his climax built, he snaked a hand to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. "Take my seed deep in your ass," he growled, voice rough with command. She nodded frantically, surrendering to the pressure, her pulse racing under his fingers. Feeling his release along with her spasming ass gripping him uncontrollably. Feeling his seed already leaking out of her as space was limited. Next time he would remember to pull out slowly leaving her ass filled with his cream.
He withdrew with a wet pop, spinning the chair around after a few slaps to her ass. Guiding her mouth to his glistening cock, he pushed inside. "Let your ass heal on its own. I want it to remember my cock for next time." Her tongue swirled eagerly, cleaning every trace as she hollowed her cheeks, savoring the salty tang.
Grabbing the oil vial, he slicked her full breasts, the liquid gleaming on her skin. "Use your tits," he ordered, settling onto the table's edge. She knelt between his legs on the chair pressing her oiled mounds around his shaft, sliding up and down with tentative strokes.
His hands covered hers, forcing the flesh tighter, the friction sending sparks through him. Amber blinked in wonder—how could this simple act feel so intoxicating? Her pussy throbbed, aching for him, but pleasing him ignited a deeper thrill. She locked eyes on his contorted face, drinking in his guttural groans, the way his breath hitched.
"I'm cumming," he rasped. Thrusting through the valley of her breasts, the first rope erupted, splattering her chin. She squeezed harder, milking him as hot spurts painted her neck and face, the final pulses dripping onto her heaving chest.
Her finger dipped to scoop the warm cum from her tits, but Alex moved fast, lifting her onto the table in his place. One swift plunge into her soaked pussy, and she exploded, clenching around him in bliss.
She slumped back, legs splayed, and he gripped her hips, yanking her onto each deep stroke. Leaning in, he swiped cum from her breasts, feeding it to her open mouth. She sucked his fingers clean, tongue lapping greedily after every pass, the taste mingling with her own arousal.
Ten minutes blurred into a haze of steady, pounding rhythm—her tits jiggling with each impact, mouth parted in silent pleas. Then her body seized, spasms wracking her as she squirted, drenching him, eyes rolling back in overwhelmed rapture.
He followed seconds later, burying deep and unleashing his remaining juices into her core. Holding her pussy flush against his throbbing cock, he watched her arch like a bowstring, lost in the throes. Finally, he pulled free, his seed oozing out in creamy trails, marking the air with their shared heat.
It took Alex a moment to catch his breath, his body spent from the intensity. Amber lay limp, utterly exhausted and passed out beside him. With a sly grin, he eased his softening cock into her parted lips, snapping a quick picture to capture the intimate moment. He dragged it across her cheek, smearing the remnants of his release over her skin, then took one final shot—her face glistening, flushed with a radiant glow that made her look irresistibly cute and claimed.
Gently, he pulled her atop him, her warm weight settling as he slid back into her slick folds. Buried deep, he drifted into sleep, their bodies entwined in quiet possession.
The jolt of the transport hub roused him, the vehicle grinding to a halt at the group's return point. Alex kissed Amber's forehead after getting ready to leave. "Goodbye for now," he murmured, slipping away to the parking lot where his car waited, engine humming to life under his touch.
He fired off a text to his family: Back safe, heading home. The mission credits would hit his account tomorrow—a hefty sum from the porter gig that left him buzzing with satisfaction as he glanced at the pending total.
Pulling into the driveway, he found his mom and sister waiting, the aroma of Mary's home-cooked meal wafting through the air. Hugs enveloped him from all three; Mary had woven herself seamlessly into their lives, like she'd always belonged.
Over dinner, he spun a tame version of his adventure, glossing over the dangers to keep their worries at bay. After devouring two plates, he pushed back from the table. "I need to go clean up," he said, heading upstairs.