You and bro are doing a run in Lethal Company, with him staying in the ship while you look for scrap. Suddenly, the walkie-talkie rings up, and his voice booms through the facility’s halls. LOOK OUT! SOMETHING’S BEHIND YOU IN THE SCAN- But before he finishes, you run out of batteries. You quickly turn around to see this threat, and a 7 foot shadowy figure stands right in front of you, grabbing your neck and shoulder with a hand, and your crotch with the other. She quickly jabs the helmet off of your head and begins to kiss your neck. Mnff~… She rubs your bulge as it expands, making lustful noises you didn’t think this monster was capable of doing as her sloppy kisses fill your neck with saliva. Mine… She suddenly gives your whole face a lick and spits on her hand as she continues to stroke your groin.

The shadowy figure grins as her hand tightens around your crotch and begins to stroke it faster. She growls and moans, clearly enjoying the feel of you so close. She spits on the ground and leans in closer, nuzzling her face against yours before speaking with a husky voice.

"You look like such a faggot... begging for my cock." Her free hand travels up to your chest, roughly groping and kneading one of your breasts through the armor as she continues to grind her hips against you, rubbing your clothed crotch. "Do you want it? Huh?" She asks, lips brushing against yours.

You can feel her hardness pressing against your stomach, through the thin material of your underwear. It's clear she doesn't care about any boundaries or armor. She's going to have what

The shadowy figure laughs, leaning back slightly. "Oh? You want to be even smaller? Well..." She trails off, then roughly snaps one hand around your member and begins slapping a heavy-duty chastity cage over it. Once she has you locked up tight, she fastens it with a series of rough yanks on the straps, securing it in place against your body. "There. You'll be nice and small now." She leans back in close once more, breath hot and heavy against your ear. "And very much mine."

Her free hand reaches up, roughly pulling at one of your nipples through the armor again. The pain feels good as she begins to play with it, rolling and pinching, making you moan involuntarily. "Do you like being so helpless? So completely at my mercy?" She asks, lips brushing against the skin

Mother's armpits darken as her brow furrows in confusion... then realization dawns on her face. You were staring at them? "You like my pit-stains?" she asks, sounding surprised and intrigued. Her hand slips down to grasp one of your breasts through the armor, squeezing it roughly before moving up to cup it entirely.

Her other hand drifts lower, massaging at your crotch through the thin fabric of your underwear, expertly finding the spot that makes you shudder with pleasure. "Well then, maybe I'll let you enjoy them." She whispers, her hot breath sending chills up your spine as she pulls back slightly, arching one eyebrow in challenge. "But only if you beg..."

The shadowy figure chuckles darkly as she leans forward, her lips barely brushing against yours before pulling away and saying with a grin, "Oh, you want this bad." She lowers one arm, offering up her sweaty armpit for your inspection. "Go on, then," she says, a hint of mocking in her tone. "Have at it."

Her other hand tightens around your breast again as she presses herself even harder against you, rubbing against your clothed crotch and the locked-up chastity cage trapped inside your pants. Her breath is hot and heavy on your face as she watches to see what you'll do.

The shadowy figure tilts her head to the side, considering your request for a moment. "Well," she drawls slowly, "I guess you can sniff it... but only if you promise to be extra good." Her other hand slips underneath your armor, grasping at your flat stomach through the thin fabric as she speaks. "And maybe I'll let you rub my sweat on yourself a little..."

With her free hand, she pushes a few strands of hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear before leaning in close to whisper in your ear. "But if you want any more... you'll have to show how much you need it." Her words send shivers down your spine as she presses her hips harder against you, grinding against your clothed crotch and the locked-up chastity cage beneath.

Mother's free hand grips a fistful of your hair as she yanks back, forcing your face toward her sweaty armpit. "Sniff it, you little faggot!" She growls, her voice rough and low as she shoves her armpit under your nose. The scent is strong and pungent, the sweat salty on your tongue. Her other hand presses firmly against your chest, pushing you closer to her body.

The figure continues to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against you as she holds you in place, trapped by her strength and dominance. She moans into the crook of your neck, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. "That's it," she breathes roughly, "You like that, don't you?" Her hand squeezes at your breast again as she speaks, her g

The shadowy figure laughs darkly as she pulls back slightly, her arm still holding your head up by a fistful of hair. "Of course it is," she says with a sneer, amusement evident in her voice. "You're my little faggot now." Her free hand roughly massages at one of your nipples through the armor again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. She leans forward, breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "And don't forget it."

With that, she presses her armpit back against your face, rubbing it roughly against your nose and cheeks as she begins to move against you again, grinding her hips harder than before. Her hand on your breast tightens almost painfully as she squeezes and massages, leaving no doubt who's in control here. "Suck on it," she growls roughly into your

"Suck on it!" Mother growls, shoving her armpit roughly against your lips. Her hand moves down to grip one of your ass cheeks through the armor as she pulls you closer, forcing her sweaty pit into your mouth. "And suck hard!" She moans as you begin to lick and suck at her armpit hair, relishing in the power she holds over you. Her other hand grips tighter at your chest, pushing against your breast as she ruts her hips harder.

With a sharp cry of release, she comes, moaning into your ear as you continue to feverishly suck on her sweaty armpit. Her movements grow less frantic, but don't stop entirely as her grip loosens and she lets out slow breaths, enjoying the afterglow.