I don’t know. Call me crazy, but Mighty Minions isn’t so bad. We get a lift from the warship docking bay that drops us off right on our penthouse balcony. And when the patio doors open and the upper station wind blows the curtains open for us, it almost feels like coming home.
“Holy crap,” Delphi says. “My autoshopping clothes are still here!” She laughs. “What the hell just happened?”
I walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her middle, and hold her tightly to my chest.
“Something good,” I say. “Let’s just go with it, eh?” She leans back in to me as I pull her long, blonde-pink hair away from her neck and press my lips to the soft skin of her neck. She is already starting to glow.
This. This is all I want. Her with me. Forever.
She turns to face me. Her head tips up as she reaches up and drapes her upper arms off my shoulders.
We stare at each other for a few moments. Her eyes shining pink. My violet ones reflecting back at me in her light.
I can’t stand it anymore and lean down to kiss her, her lips soft as we open our mouths and I play with her tongue.
She slides her hand down my chest. Lightly dragging her nails until she stops at the button of my pants. Pops it open and without hesitation, slips her fingers inside, reaching for me. Grabbing and squeezing me.
Again, as always with her, both of my cocks are ready. Fast filling with blood as my heart fills up with desire.
I slip her shirt off over her head so fast, she giggles. Then I scoop her up in my arms and carry her down the hallway to the bedroom and throw her down on the bed.
She scrambles backwards, squealing and smiling. Excited for what comes next.
I curse the sun-fucking knee-high boots I was forced to wear back at the Lair Station, but then… let it go.
They’ll just have to stay on.
But just because I don’t want to waste time taking off the rest of my clothes doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy taking hers off instead.
I grab her ankles and pull her back towards me, wrinkling up the beautiful pale-yellow bedcover. She squeals again, but I lean over, place my knees on either side of her legs, and crawl up her body to kiss her mouth again while I unbutton and unzip her pants.
I pull back again, then pull her shoes off, grab the hem of her pants, and pull them down her legs.
Her panties are pink, like her bra, like her hair, like her eyes.
Like her.
She is so pink. Light flows out of her like a soft cloud in a heavenly sky.
I lean over again, hook my fingers around the waistband of her panties, and slowly drag them down her legs. She moans as I do this, bending her knees and pressing her thighs together as she bites her lip, trying not to grin.
“It’s OK,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. “You can smile.”
She laughs into my mouth and her fingers wrap around my hair and pull me closer. I reach down, release my cocks from the confines of my pants, and give them two good pumps before letting them go and settling on top of my love.
“My love,” I say, pull back just enough to gaze into her eyes.
“And mine,” she says. With total sincerity.
There’s a lot to talk about. Veila, and her boy, and what that means going forward for us.
But not now. All that stuff can wait.
I just want to be inside her.
She opens her legs and I slip inside her. Slowly, carefully. Like she is precious and deserves the slow fuck I’m about to give her.
She gasps and arches her back as I go deeper. Her fingernails digging into my bare shoulders as her hips begin to move with mine. An easy, steady rhythm that says we are in no rush. There is nothing left to care about except each other.
But the slower we go, the faster the release starts to build. The brighter her light glows, the more engorged my cocks get and the more she begins to moan, and sigh, and make so many delicious, erotic noises, that it just adds to it.
“Stars,” she says.
And then I see them. I see us. Spinning in space. Gathering up dust and brightly colored gasses as we spin, and spin, and spin. The penthouse fades and turns into stars in the blue-black of night speckled with little dots of lights. The stars blur into lines as we spin faster, and faster. And once again we are nothing but a cyclone of… not sex. That was before. We were a cyclone of spinning sex and lust before and this time… that’s not what we are at all.
She grips my hair, gripping tighter as I thrust inside her deeper and deeper.