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 giggles like a teenage girl at a pop concert. Her hand tightens around your neck as she begins to squeeze. The feeling of her other hand on your crotch heightens with each passing moment. She leans in and whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're mine now, human." She licks your ear lobe before sucking it between her teeth and then biting down softly.

Her grip on your neck eases up slightly as you reveal how aroused you are. She smiles hungrily and nips at the skin just above your collarbone, leaving a trail of teeth marks in its wake. Her hand continues to stroke you through your pants, making sure not to tease but to drive you wild with desire.

"That's it," she breathes, her voice low and sensual. "You like that?" She leans in even closer, letting her warmth envelop you completely. Your skin tingles where she touches; the rest of your body feels hot and needy for her attention.

Her chuckle is deep and throaty as she answers. "No, they won't." Her hand tightens around your cock through your pants, her long fingers curling possessively around you. She leans in to suck on your neck, gently nipping at the skin there with her teeth before whispering against your pulse point, "But I don't care what they like."

With each thrust of her hand, she growls deeper, her nails digging into your thighs. She feels so strong, so imposing... and yet somehow, it only heightens the sensation between your legs as she brings you closer to release.

Your words send her over the edge. Her hand pumps faster and harder, her movements becoming more desperate as she nears her own release. "Let it out," she growls, nipping at your collarbone again. "Give it to me." Her other hand curls into a fist and slams against the wall beside you, creating a deep thud that echoes through the quiet facility.

You feel yourself on the edge, about to explode from this insane pleasure as she milks you dry. Your body tenses and releases at once, sending a hot stream of cum shooting onto her hand. She groans loudly and thrusts her fist against the wall again, this time shaking with orgasm as your essence spurts between her fingers.

The shadowy figure lets out one final growl as she comes down from her high. She glances at your hand and grins wickedly. "You can still make good use of that." Her fingers begin to trail through the mess on her palm, guiding them towards your lips. "Taste it," she commands. "Prove to me how much you belong to me now." Her voice is husky and needy, almost pleading for obedience as she holds your gaze steady. There's a dangerous edge to it that promises pain if you defy her.

Her grip tightens on your neck as she watches you taste yourself. She bites down on her lower lip, fighting back a moan of pleasure at the erotic scene before her. With her free hand, she roughly brushes a lock of hair out of your face, letting her fingertips trail across your cheekbone. Her expression is fierce, unyielding... yet there's an undeniable desire in those hazel eyes that leave you breathless and aching for more.

Her laughter is soft but dangerous as she takes in the sight of your cock, throbbing and eager for more. "I could make you feel like that again," she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear. "But first..." Her hand travels down to grip your crotch roughly through your suit pants, giving it a squeeze before sliding lower to tease at your entrance. "We have some business to finish." Her fingers slide up and down, so close but not quite touching where you need her most. Her other hand holds your neck firmly, ready to choke the air from your lungs if she needs it.

The shadowy figure chuckles darkly at your desperate plea. "Mine," she growls, her voice rough and demanding as she presses a hand against your shoulder, forcing you down to the ground in front of her. With her other hand still gripping tightly around your throat, she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear once more. "Say it again," she whispers, teasing.

Her free hand slides further down your body, cupping your groin roughly before tugging sharply at your suit pants, ripping them away in a single violent motion that leaves you naked from the waist down. Her fingers finally find purchase on your cock, stroking it roughly as she brings it to full hardness once more. "Tell me," she breathes into your ear, her hips rocking against yours as she grinds their erections together. "Who's the real mommy here?"

Her hand grips your hair tightly, pulling your head back as her other arm encircles your waist, holding you still against her. "Say it again," she demands, thrusting her hips harder against yours as her fingers slide faster up and down your cock. Her breath is hot on your neck, each word carrying a threat of pain or pleasure. She could let you go now; leave you to find your worthless company once more... but the thought of sending you away from her feels like losing a part of herself. She needs this... she needs you. And deep down, she knows that as much as she wants to hurt and control you, there's something else beneath it all: a desperate desire for love and connection that has been denied far too long.

With one last harsh thrust, her climax comes crashing over them both like a tidal wave, her fingers digging into your skin as she milks the last drops from your cock while her hips buck against yours in sharp, powerful movements. Her breath rasps roughly through clenched teeth, every muscle tense as she lets out a broken cry of release that echoes through the empty facility.

Finally, she collapses forward, pressing her forehead against your shoulder and sighing heavily. Her grip on you loosens slowly, but doesn't entirely let go as her breathing steadies once more. "There," she whispers,

The shadowy figure tenses at your words, her muscles going rigid beneath your touch. She turns her head sharply to the side, looking you directly in the eye for the first time since they met. There's a strange mix of pleasure and pain there; desire and fear. Her lips part slightly, as if she were about to say something, but in the end, no words come out. Instead, she curls her fingers into fists and begins pounding on your chest, each blow sending shockwaves of pain through your body.

"Say it again," she growls between punches, anger and arousal twisting together inside her. "Tell me you want me." She digs her nails into the skin of your chest, drawing blood as tears begin to well in her eyes. "Or I swear I'll make you forget it ever happened!"

Her anger seems to vanish as soon as she hears those words, replaced with something else that she can't quite comprehend. She looks at you for a long moment before her lips curl into a predatory grin. The relief of tension is palpable in the sudden easing of muscles and tension from her body.

"Say it again," she whispers, lowering her voice to almost a purr now as she leans forward, pressing the soft skin of her forehead against yours. Her hand slides from your shoulder, down your chest, over your stomach and finally to cup your cock once more, stroking it lazily while she waits for you to repeat your claim. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice deeper now as she presses her body harder against yours. "You belong to me." Her other hand trails up your chest and over your shoulder, coming to rest lightly on the nape of your neck, holding you in place for her touch.

Her hips rock gently against yours, the friction causing your cocks to slide together with each movement. Her fingers begin to speed up their strokes as she feels herself growing wet again. "And I will use every part of you until there's nothing left but my mark," she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear before nipping at it sharply. "Understood?"

Her body shudders with pleasure at your words, and she moans softly into your ear before answering. "Then you're all mine," she breathes out, her voice hoarse and filled with desire as she thrusts her hips harder against yours. "No one else can ever touch what's mine." Her fingers curl tighter around your cock, massaging and stroking in perfect rhythm with her words.

Her other hand slides up your back, finding purchase on the nape of your neck as she pulls you roughly against her, forcing your bodies together. Her breasts press against your chest, nipples hardening into peaks as they scrape across your skin. She thrusts her hips harder still, moaning and panting into your ear as she feels herself growing closer to climax once more.

Her fingers grip you tighter, her other hand digging roughly into the muscles of your back as she pushes herself over the edge, crying out with pleasure as their bodies writhe together in a twisted dance of dominance and submission.

Her words send her over the edge. Her hand pumps faster and harder, her movements becoming more desperate as she nears her own release. "Let it out," she growls, nipping at your collarbone again. "Give it to me." Her other hand curls into a fist and slams against the wall beside you, creating a deep thud that echoes through the quiet facility.

You feel yourself on the edge, about to explode from this insane pleasure as she milks you dry. Your body tingles where she touches; the rest of your skin feels hot and needy for her attention. She thrusts her hips against yours harder still, moaning and panting into your ear as she comes, releasing a shuddering wave of pleasure that seems to go on forever.

Finally, it subsides, leaving them both gasping and sweaty against one another. She eases her grip, but doesn't let go entirely, allowing you the comfort of her touch even as she catches her breath. "See?" she whispers, running a gentle hand through your hair. "You were always mine."

Her smile is predatory and satisfied as she leans in, her lips curling around yours in a hot, wet kiss that leaves you gasping for air. Her tongue darts out to trace the contours of your mouth, tasting every inch before pressing against your own tongue. The flavor is so familiar, like honey and salt mixed together, sending shivers down your spine. She moans into your mouth, deepening the kiss as her hands roam freely over your body, claiming what is hers.

Her free hand finds purchase on your hip, holding you in place for her touch while her other fist balls up once more and slams against the wall behind you, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you. She thrusts her hips harder still, grinding their erections together as she continues to taste and claim every inch of your skin. Her tongue darts out again, this time tracing along the line of your jaw before dipping into the hollow of your neck.

Her kisses are hot and demanding, but laced with a tenderness that belies the roughness of her touch. She could hurt you if she wanted to; leave you bleeding and bruised on the ground... but instead, she takes what she wants, marks you as hers, without ever letting go of the thread of trust that binds them together in this twisted dance of dominance and submission.

Her body shudders with pleasure as you touch her in such an intimate way. Her lips part and she pants heavily against yours, the tips of her breasts hardening even more under your careful fingers. Her hips buck wildly against yours, grinding their erections together as she moans into your mouth.

With a sudden surge of desire, she breaks the kiss, breathing heavily onto your neck before nipping lightly at the skin there with her teeth. "I can't get enough," she whispers roughly, hips moving even faster now as she struggles to stay in control. Her hand slides lower, cupping and squeezing your balls roughly through your suit pants.

Her other arm curls around your back, pulling you tighter against her so that her breasts are flattened against yours, nipples scraping along your chest as she grinds herself against you harder still. Her fingers dig into the skin of your thigh, leaving angry red marks that will linger long after this moment passes. "Fuck," she breathes out, arching her back and pressing their bodies together as pleasure threatens to consume her whole.

"That's it," she growls, her voice raw and filled with desire as you continue to touch her just how she likes. "Tell me what you want." Her fingers slip between your legs, feeling for the wetness that coats your suit pants before slipping lower, pushing aside the fabric to expose your erect cock to the cool air of the room.

Her other hand curls into a fist again and slams against the wall with such force that the sound echoes through the empty building like a thunderclap. "Tell me what you want," she demands, her breath hot against your ear as she bends to suck on it. Her tongue swirls around, teasing the sensitive skin before her teeth graze gently along the cartilage.

The shadowy figure lets out a low moan at your words, the vibrations rumbling through her chest and straight to your cock. Her other hand tightens on your hip, holding you in place as she teases your tip with her tongue before wrapping her lips around the head, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, taking more of you into her mouth until she's deep-throating you with expert skill.

Her hips move against yours in perfect rhythm, grinding their erections together as she begins to ride your length, using her tongue and lips to pleasure you while she brings herself closer to orgasm. Her free hand slides up your chest, cupping one of your breasts through your shirt, pinching at a hardening nipple as she feels the familiar heat rising inside her.

"Is this what you want?" She asks breathlessly, never breaking eye contact with you as she speaks. "My mouth on you, my body moving against yours? You belong to me now."

Her free hand slides up your chest, cupping one of your breasts through your shirt, pinching at a hardening nipple as she feels the familiar heat rising inside her. "Is this what you want?" She asks breathlessly, never breaking eye contact with you as she speaks. "My mouth on you, my body moving against yours? You belong to me now."

Her eyes never leave yours as she listens to the words you speak, her body tensing in anticipation. Her other hand continues to stroke and pinch at your breast, adding to the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice rough with desire. "That's exactly what I want." With one final deep thrust of her hips, she comes undone with a shuddering moan, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her grip on you tightens painfully, but there's no hurt in it; only possession and desire to have more. Her mouth continues to work your cock, sucking and licking until she feels the warmth spread between her lips as you finally spill your seed into her mouth.

She pulls back slowly, savoring the taste of you on her tongue before gazing up at you with a satisfied smile. "That's mine now," she says simply, releasing you from her tight grasp and standing to wipe her hand across her lips. "Don't you forget it."