Cassidy

CASSIDY

T he world blurred around me as Doanor swept me off my feet, cradling me against his broad chest. His arms, strong and secure, held me as if I weighed no more than a feather. A flush crept up my cheeks, not just from the sheer romance of the gesture, but from the heat of his body seeping through our clothes.

"Doanor," I breathed, my voice a whisper lost in the hum of the Koloss.

His response was a kiss, deep and claiming, as he carried me through the ship. The corridors passed in a haze, my focus narrowing to the feel of his lips on mine, the gentle yet insistent pressure that left me dizzy with desire.

We reached our quarters, the door sliding open to reveal the opulence within. He set me down gently, our bodies still pressed together, the warmth of his hands sliding up my arms to cradle my face. His thumbs caressed my cheeks, and I found myself leaning into his touch, eager for more.

With deliberate slowness, Doanor began to undress me, his fingers deftly unfastening the practical closures of my work attire. Each piece of clothing that fell away felt like a shedding of layers, not just of fabric but of the cautious walls I'd built around myself.

Yet, as I stood before him in just my undergarments, a sudden shyness overtook me. I wrapped my arms around myself, a feeble attempt to protect my vulnerability. "I... I should probably clean up first," I murmured, my eyes darting away from his intense gaze. "I've been working with the Lazamai all day."

Doanor's voice was a soft rumble in his chest. "Then let me help you," he said, the promise in his eyes igniting a fire within me.

A gentle mist filled the air, steam rising in languid curls.

As he undressed, I couldn't help but watch. My stomach did a somersault when he revealed his naked form, sculpted and powerful. And then, my eyes widened at the sight of his cock, an impressive appendage that was both intimidating and alluring. It was unlike anything I had seen before, ridged in places and smooth in others, with a tapered tip. The color was a deep, rich shade that seemed to pulse with life.

"Is everything... all right?" Doanor asked, a note of concern in his voice.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. "It's just... I've never seen anything like it."

A low chuckle escaped him as he stepped into the shower, extending his hand to me. "I promise, you can see it anytime you like."

Taking his hand, I allowed him to guide me under the warm spray. The water cascaded over us, a sensual caress that heightened my senses. Doanor reached for a bar of soap, working it into a lather between his hands before he began to wash me.

His touch was reverent as he traced the curves of my body, his fingers slipping over my skin with practiced ease. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his hands gliding over my breasts, my stomach, the insides of my thighs. When he reached the apex of my legs, I couldn't suppress a moan.

Doanor's fingers teased and explored, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the thick muscles of his shoulders as he brought me to the brink.

"Doanor, please," I begged, not entirely sure what I was asking for.

He silenced me with another kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth in a rhythm that matched the movement of his hand. I was on fire, every nerve ending alight with longing.

The water pulsed around us, accentuating our shared desire. Doanor's cock, hard and insistent, pressed against my belly, a tantalizing reminder of what was to come.

I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his girth. He groaned at my touch, his hips bucking slightly. The ridges along his shaft were thrilling, and I couldn't wait to feel them inside me.

I started to slowly stroke Doanor's impressive length, marveling at the ridges and textures that were so different from a human man. His cock throbbed in my hand, the tapered tip glistening with arousal. A low, rumbling groan escaped his lips as I experimented with different techniques, wanting to learn what brought him the most pleasure.

"..." he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're playing with fire."

"Maybe I want to get burned," I whispered boldly, increasing the pace and pressure.

His large hand suddenly engulfed mine, stilling my movements. With a surprising tenderness, he guided my hand away and pulled me flush against his body. I could feel his heart pounding in his broad chest as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs straddling his powerful forearms.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. "Once I'm inside you, there's no going back."

In response, I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his in a searing kiss. Our tongues danced together as he slowly, achingly lowered me onto his thick shaft.

I gasped into his mouth as the blunt head stretched me open, the delicious burn only fueling my desire. Inch by incredible inch, he impaled me on his cock until I was completely full, our bodies joined as one.

"Oh god, Doanor..." I whimpered, clinging to his shoulders. "You're so big..."

"Just relax and feel me, beautiful girl," he rumbled, his voice a seductive caress against my skin.

With exquisite control, he began to move, lifting me up until just the tip remained inside, then letting me sink back down his length. The ridges and textures caressed my inner walls with each stroke, sending jolts of pure ecstasy through my core.

"That's it, . Let me hear how good it feels," he encouraged, punctuating each word with a thrust that drove me higher.

I was incoherent, overwhelmed by the intense sensations, the only sounds escaping my lips a litany of whimpers and cries of pleasure. My nails dug into the muscles of his back as I clung to him, surrendering myself completely to his dominance.

His pace increased, each powerful thrust burying himself deeper, stretching me to my limits. I was dizzy with bliss, my world narrowing to the sublime friction between our bodies and the reverent way he worshiped every inch of me.

"Doanor, I... oh god, I'm going to..." My words dissolved into a keening cry as my orgasm crested, a tidal wave of rapture that left me breathless and boneless in his arms.

With a feral growl, Doanor lost his carefully controlled rhythm, his hips snapping forward in a frenzied pace. His cock swelled even larger within me, the ridges becoming more pronounced as he chased his own release.

"Look at me, ," he demanded, his voice strained. "I want to see your eyes when I fill you..."

I forced my eyes open, my gaze locking with his as he thrust one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed powerfully, and I could feel the hot spurts of his seed coating my inner walls, claiming me in the most primal way.

We clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and desire, our harsh pants mingling in the steamy air. Slowly, the haze of passion cleared, and I became aware of the delicious ache between my thighs, a sweet reminder of how thoroughly I'd been possessed.

"I think..." I murmured with a breathless laugh. "I might need another shower."

Doanor chuckled deeply, nuzzling his face against my neck. "I have a better idea."

Carrying me effortlessly, he made his way to the oversized tub and carefully lowered us both into the steaming water. I sighed contentedly as the heat seeped into my muscles, soothing away the pleasant soreness.

Settling back against his chest, I reveled in the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around me, our bodies still intimately joined. In this moment, I felt completely safe, cherished... loved.

But what would happen when this voyage was over?

The next morning, I found myself in the Lazamai enclosure, surrounded by the soft, colorful fluttering of the creatures. Their gentle chirps and whistles filled the air, a soothing melody that should have calmed my restless thoughts. Instead, my mind raced with doubts and worries about what had transpired between Doanor and me.

Could this truly be real? Or was it just a fleeting moment of passion, born from the thrill of our ruse and the intensity of our charged interactions? I watched as a Lazamai hovered near me, its iridescent fur shimmering in the filtered light. It chirped inquisitively, as if sensing my inner turmoil.

"I don't know what to think," I murmured, reaching out to let the creature land on my finger. "Last night was... incredible. Doanor awakened feelings in me I didn't even know existed." The Lazamai tilted its head, listening intently as I confided in it. "But what happens when this mission is over? He's the captain of this ship, and I'm just... me. A struggling pet-sitter playing make-believe."

My heart ached at the thought of parting ways with Doanor, of our passionate encounter becoming nothing more than a fleeting memory. Could someone like him, a powerful and respected leader, ever truly want someone like me in his life? The doubts gnawed at me, no matter how much I tried to push them away.

"I'm being silly, aren't I?" I asked the Lazamai with a self-deprecating chuckle. "Getting attached to a man I barely know, letting myself get swept up in a fantasy." The creature simply blinked at me, its large eyes reflecting my own uncertainty.

With a sigh, I gently stroked its soft fur, taking comfort in the simple act of caring for these beautiful creatures. "At least I have you to talk to," I said, managing a small smile.

That's when I felt a pair of strong arms encircle my waist from behind, the familiar warmth of Doanor's body pressing against my back. A shiver ran through me as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, sending a delicious tingle throughout my body.

"Talking to yourself, ?" His voice was a low, gruff murmur, but I could hear the hint of amusement in his tone.

I tensed, suddenly self-conscious about the vulnerability I had just revealed to the Lazamai. "I, uh... I was just..." My words trailed off as Doanor nuzzled against me, his hands splaying possessively across my stomach.

"Relax," he rumbled, his breath tickling my ear. "I'm not here to interrogate you."

Swallowing hard, I forced myself to lean back against his solid frame, trying to ignore the way my heart fluttered at his touch. "Then why are you here?" I asked, aiming for a casual tone but failing miserably.

Doanor chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. "Can't a man simply enjoy the company of a beautiful woman without an ulterior motive?"

I rolled my eyes, even as a flush crept up my cheeks at his words. "Somehow, I doubt that's the case with you, Captain Ostrail."

His arms tightened around me, and I could feel the hard planes of his body pressing against me in a deliciously distracting way. "Perhaps you're right," he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. "Maybe I just wanted to see you again, to make sure last night wasn't a dream."

A shiver ran through me at the memory of our passionate encounter, the way his hands had roamed my body, the feel of his thick cock stretching me to my limits. I bit my lip, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"And what if it was just a dream?" I challenged, turning my head to meet his intense gaze. "What then?"

Doanor's eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and something deeper, something that made my breath catch in my throat. "Then I suppose we'll have to make it a reality," he growled, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, holding me in place as he claimed my lips in a searing kiss.

I melted against him, my body responding instinctively to his touch, craving the heat and passion he ignited within me. Our tongues danced together in a familiar rhythm, stoking the flames of our desire until I was breathless and aching for more.

I blushed furiously as the Lazamai around us seemed to react to Doanor's kiss, their soft chirps and whistles growing more insistent. Some even started mimicking the sounds of our heated embrace - little gasps and sighs that only deepened my embarrassment.

Doanor pulled back, a teasing glint in his eyes as he took in my flushed cheeks. "Looks like we're putting on quite the show," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat as he trailed a calloused finger along my jawline. "Perhaps we should take this somewhere more...private," he suggested, his gaze smoldering.

A shiver ran through me at the promise in his words. "L-Lead the way," I managed to say, my voice breathy with anticipation.

Doanor's lips curled in that cocky half-smile that never failed to set my pulse racing. He took my hand, lacing our fingers together as he guided me out of the enclosure and into the corridor beyond.

We walked in charged silence, the air crackling with unresolved tension. I couldn't help stealing glances at the hard lines of his profile, the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt with every movement. He caught me staring more than once, his eyes darkening in a way that made my knees go weak.

Finally, he stopped in front of a nondescript door and palmed it open, ushering me inside what appeared to be a small storage room. It was cramped, boxes and crates lining the walls. Not exactly the romantic setting I might have imagined, but at this point, I couldn't care less.

As soon as the door slid shut behind us, Doanor crowded me against the wall, his body a solid, scorching presence pinning me in place. "Now," he growled, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind my ear. "Where were we?"

I shivered at the feel of his hot breath fanning across my skin. "I think you were about to ravish me senseless," I teased breathlessly, emboldened by the fire blazing in his eyes.

A low, gravelly chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Is that so?" He leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth from mine. "And what if I wanted to take things slow this time? Savor every moment, every taste..."

He punctuated his words with a teasing nip at my bottom lip, and I couldn't help the whimper that escaped me. "You're a cruel man, Captain Ostrail," I accused, my fingers tangling in the thick fabric of his shirt.

"Am I now?" He grinned wickedly, trailing a line of scorching kisses along my jaw, down the slender column of my throat. "Perhaps I should show you just how...gentle I can be."

His teeth grazed the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and I gasped sharply, arching into him. "Doanor, please..."

"Please what, beautiful girl?" he purred against my skin, his hands roaming my body with maddening leisure. "Use your words."

I groaned in frustration, tugging him closer until there wasn't a breath of space between us. "Don't play coy with me," I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness. "You know exactly what I want."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my forwardness. "And what, pray tell, is that?"

Summoning every ounce of courage, I surged up on my tiptoes and captured his lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my longing, my need into the heated clash of our mouths. Doanor responded with equal fervor, a low, rumbling groan vibrating between us as his hands slid down to grip my hips, pulling me flush against the undeniable evidence of his arousal.

We broke apart, panting harshly, our gazes locked in a heated battle of wills. "You," I breathed, my fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest. "I want you, Doanor. All of you."

For a beat, he simply stared at me, eyes blazing with an intensity that stole my breath. Then, in one fluid motion, he hoisted me up, pinning me to the wall as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. The hard ridge of his arousal pressed deliciously against my core, and I couldn't help but rock my hips against him, chasing that delicious friction.

"As you wish," he rasped, capturing my lips in another soul-searing kiss. His hands were everywhere, setting my skin ablaze, stoking the fire raging between us until I was a whimpering, incoherent mess in his arms.

With deft motions, he began to undress me, each new inch of exposed skin receiving the reverent worship of his lips, his tongue, his teeth. I keened softly, my fingers tangling in his hair, silently urging him on as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

By the time he had divested me of my clothes, I was trembling with need, desire a living thing coiling hot and insistent in my belly. "Doanor..." I begged, raking my nails down the hard planes of his back. "Please, I need..."

"I know what you need," he rasped against the swell of my breast, his tongue swirling around the peaked tip in a way that had me arching shamelessly into his touch. "And I'll give it to you, beautiful girl. But first..."

He trailed off, sinking to his knees before me in a move so sinfully graceful that it stole my breath. His hands splayed possessively over my thighs, gently coaxing them further apart until I was utterly exposed, utterly vulnerable before him.

I started to protest, a flush of self-consciousness rising, but the words died on my lips as he leaned in and placed a single, scorching kiss to the apex of my thighs. My back bowed, a strangled cry tearing from my throat as he proceeded to worship me with his lips, his tongue, stoking the flames of my desire until I was hovering on the razor's edge of sweet oblivion.

"Doanor...oh god, I can't..." The words dissolved into a litany of broken pleas as he relentlessly drove me higher, his wicked mouth and dexterous fingers rendering me a quivering mass of pure sensation.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he surged up my body and claimed my lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing my cries as he thrust into me in one powerful stroke. We both froze for a breathless heartbeat, savoring the feeling of being so intimately joined.

Then he started to move, and all coherent thought flew from my mind. His pace was unrelenting, each punishing thrust driving me deeper into the dizzying spiral of ecstasy. Our harsh pants and muted cries echoed off the storage room walls, the air thick and heady with the scent of our passion.

I clung to him like a lifeline, my nails scoring paths down the slick expanse of his back as I gave myself over to the exquisite maelstrom of sensations. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, building to an unbearable peak until, with a broken cry of his name, I finally shattered around him.

Doanor followed me over the edge mere heartbeats later, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside me with a hoarse shout. We clung to each other, trembling, our ragged breaths mingling in the aftermath as we slowly drifted back down to reality.

Eventually, he pressed a tender kiss to my brow, his arms tightening around me in a surprising embrace. "You never cease to amaze me, Bennet," he murmured gruffly.

I huffed a breathless laugh, nuzzling into the curve of his neck. "Is that your way of saying you had a good time, Captain?"

He pulled back just enough to pin me with one of his signature gruff looks, but the corner of his mouth twitched with suppressed amusement. "Just shut up and enjoy the moment, would you?"

Grinning, I simply nodded and snuggled closer, basking in the warmth and solidity of his embrace. Because in that moment, surrounded by his strength and the lingering echoes of our passion, I had never felt more content.