Anith: Beyond Space

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Anith liked the way she tasted. He loved the way she tasted. The look on her face when she orgasmed was like a drug.

She was so pretty. Anith thought this could be his hobby too. Watching her dance, and making her come undone.

Yes. Now he had two hobbies.

"Anith...Anith! Wait!" She moaned.

She grabbed his hair. Fistfuls of it. He smiled into her clit, his hair down his back, in her hands.

She loved it. A river of white. Beautiful white hair.

He loved the slight sting, of her tugging. He licked his lips, standing, his hands slicking back his hair. He smiled.

"You're beautiful. You're so expressive did you know that?"

Anith watched his massive, towering stature. She licked her lips. She was tired. She was already tired.

He pulled at his pants. "Do you require more?"

She huffed. "You're...you're good at this."

"Of course. I extensively studied human anatomy in order to best please and care for my partner." He licked his lips.

"There's nothing about your body that I don't know," he said. "So? Are you satisfied?"

"Yes," she turned around, yawning. "I'm tired. You need me to?"

He looked down, at himself. "I'm fine. It is my duty...and my pleasure, to take care of you. Rest."

She closed her eyes. "No, come here...I'll just suck you off real quick."

He laid next to her, holding her gently. She filled his hands with her warm soft body. He loved that. She was comforting to hold.

He closed his eyes. They floated through space, toward him, their new home.

• • •

"Come on, Anith, there's nothing else to do on this spaceship," she whined, tugging at his shirt.

Anith stared at the monitor. "We're near an asteroid field. I don't want to risk the auto navigation steering us directly to our deaths."

Roxanne kissed his neck. "I thought it was your duty to please me," she whispered in his ear.

He glanced back at her, as she nibbled on his earlobe.

"It is. My duty and my pleasure. But I...Roxanne, will you let me pay attention to what I'm doing please?"

"No," she smirked mischievously.

"You're a troublemaker," he murmured, turning around.

She got tired easily anyway. He'd just have to put her to sleep.

He picked her up, setting her down on the small bed at the back of the ship.

He pulled his hair up, taking off his shirt.

Roxanne watched him with anticipation. He was...divine. Chiseled and perfect.

He pulled his pants down making her gasp. And well endowed. She'd felt it. But now she was almost frightened.

"Are you sure that's gonna fit?" She swallowed.

He raised a brow. "Yes. I am."

He kneeled on the bed in front of her, pulling her ankle down, her body writing under him.

"Do you still want this?" He whispered.

She nodded slowly, pulling her lip between her teeth.

"You understand then," he kissed her, "That I may get you pregnant?"

His hair fell over his shoulder. She looked up at him.

"How likely is that?"

He smirked. "It depends. On how much I fill you up."

He let his hands drift down to her belly, his hand warm on her skin.

"Are you really sure?" He asked again, poised at her entrance. "Tell me now, Roxanne. Tell me know if you're sure."

"I'm sure," she whispered.

He slid inside her slowly, gently, carefully, stimulating her, his lips fastened to her body, his hands too.

Roxanne felt delirious in pleasure. His hands, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue, his fingers, his dick he was everywhere, filling her up, touching her endlessly.

She wanted to cry, it was so good. She felt so good.

Anith slowly filled her, her walls pulling him in, wet and comforting, warm and pulsing begging for him. He closed his eyes.

"You're mine now," he whispered in her ear, as her hands scratched at his back, and pulled at his hair.

He smiled. The feeling was intoxicating. Her body craved him, as she pulled him closer with every part of her.

The sweet noise she made, was music to his ears. A feeling took over him, as he forced his whole shaft inside her, making her scream.

He paused, savoring the feeling, waiting. "There, there. I'll take care of you," he pulled her up into his lap, her head slumped on his shoulder, nails digging into his back.

Anith filled her, reaching every part of her.

"You're full of me, Roxanne. Full of me, and my affection for you," he kissed her cheek.

"Anith..."

She was full of him. And she would carry his seed, he smiled, rubbing her cheek.

She was so pretty.

"You're so deep," she stammered, "I feel you...everywhere."

His lips skimmed her shoulder, as he released inside her, filling her even more so, his warm cum flooding her insides, sending a shiver down her spine.

He laid her back gently, her eyes closing. He smiled. Out like a light.

A habit for her, it seemed.

"Sleep well," he kissed her head. "Roxanne."