First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

Angel’s mouth closed around his dick, warm and hungry, and Xavier’s hand slid into her hair as she took him deeper, her pace building like she had been waiting for this since the hover car. She didn’t stop to talk, didn’t let him talk either—she just kept going, intent on draining whatever strength he had left.

Angel didn’t slow down. She held his cock at the base and took him deeper, her lips sliding down until her nose brushed his skin. Xavier felt her throat tighten around him, and she didn’t give him a chance to adjust. She pulled back only halfway before sinking down again, faster this time, her tongue curling under him every time she moved.

He tightened his grip on her hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to guide her. She liked that. He felt her moan around him, the vibration running all the way up his spine. She bobbed her head with a steady, greedy rhythm, saliva dripping down her chin as she pulled him in over and over.

”You really came in here starving,” he said.

She didn’t answer with words. She pushed his hand off her head, grabbed his hips instead, and pulled him deeper into her mouth. She wanted control. So he let her have it.

Angel twisted her wrist as she sucked him, her fingers stroking along the part of him she couldn’t take in her mouth. Her pace picked up again—fast, messy, desperate. Xavier’s abs tensed when she swallowed him to the base, and she stayed there for a long second before dragging her tongue up his length on the way out, leaving a long, wet trail.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. ”I’m not close to done.”

Angel climbed up, pushed her tits together, and slid his cock between them. She pressed her chest hard, her skin warm and soft around him, and began moving. Up, down, slow at first, then faster when she felt him twitch. Xavier exhaled and let his head fall back while she worked him with her breasts, her tongue flicking his tip every time it peeked out between them. She looked up at him from between her tits, smug and hungry, enjoying the reaction she was getting.

He reached down, grabbed her hair again, and pulled her into a kiss. She moaned into his mouth and kept moving her chest against him, rubbing him harder, lifting her body so her pace matched his breathing. Her nipples dragged against his stomach every time she rose, and her tits squeezed tighter each time she came down.

”Enough teasing,” he said, pushing her onto her back.

Angel spread her legs instantly. ”Then fuck me.”

He dragged her hips to the edge of the bed. She was already wet—slick enough that when he slid the head of his cock along her pussy, she shivered and closed her eyes. He pushed into her slowly at first, letting her adjust, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in harder.

”Don’t hold back,” she whispered.

So he didn’t.

Xavier thrust into her with full strength, each movement pushing her up the mattress. Angel dug her nails into his back, her breath breaking into sharp moans as he fucked her harder. Her legs tightened around him every time he bottomed out, and she kept grabbing at him like she didn’t want him to pull out even for a second.

He flipped her to her stomach and pulled her hips up. She braced herself on her elbows, looking back at him with that smug, hungry look he had grown used to. He pushed into her again from behind, deeper this time, and she gasped—loud, unrestrained. The rhythm turned rough, sharp enough that her body rocked with every thrust. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, and she kept moaning his name between breaths.

”Xavier—keep going—don’t stop—”

He grabbed her hair, pulled her back against him, and fucked her harder. Her back arched, her body shaking as he hit the same spot again and again. She reached behind blindly, her hand sliding down his thigh, trying to pull him deeper.

He switched again—pulled her up onto his lap and held her close while she rode him. Her tits bounced against his chest as she moved, her hips grinding down with each thrust. Her breath was hot against his neck, her moans right in his ear as she lost her sense and clung to him.

And after a while, she orgasmed.

She came hard on him, body trembling and tight, unable to keep herself steady. He pushed her down onto the bed again, pinned her wrists beside her head, and finished inside her with a deep, slow thrust that made her gasp and quake under him.

Angel lay there for a moment, catching her breath, her legs still wrapped around his waist like she didn’t want him to go anywhere.

”...you didn’t even give me time to recover,” she muttered, but she sounded pleased.

He kissed the side of her neck. ”You’re the one who started it.”

Angel smirked, eyes half-open. ”Then I’ll take responsibility.”

She was still catching her breath when she pulled him down by the back of his neck and whispered against his mouth, ”Do it again... but rougher. I want to feel it tomorrow.”

Xavier didn’t need to be told twice.

He hooked an arm under her thigh, lifted her off the bed, and pushed her back against the wall. She gasped when her shoulders hit it, her legs locking around his waist as he slid back inside her. The impact made one of the frames on the wall rattle, and the lamp on the side table shook every time his hips drove forward.

Angel buried her face in his shoulder, her breath hot and shaky. ”Harder—”

He tightened his grip on her ass, pulled her down into each thrust, and the wall behind her vibrated like it couldn’t take the force. Angel clawed at his back, her voice cracking with every hit. She kept trying to kiss him, but the movement was too rough; he grabbed her chin and forced her lips open, kissing her hard enough that she moaned into his mouth.

When her legs gave out, he didn’t let her fall. He turned her around, bent her over the bed, and pushed into her again from behind. Angel’s hands slipped forward, dragging across the sheets as he fucked her deep and fast. Her tits bounced with every thrust; Xavier leaned down and grabbed both handfuls, squeezing them while he drove into her. He kissed the back of her neck, her shoulder, then her spine, and she arched for him, shaking.

”Too much— Xavier— slow down— I can’t—”

Her voice broke halfway, not from fear, but because she was already at the edge again.

He didn’t slow.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her upright against his chest, fucking her even harder while she tried to hold on. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her mouth open, breath stuttering as she reached for the bed frame to steady herself.

He slid a hand up her body, cupped her breast, and sucked on her nipple from behind. She cried out and tried to push his hand away, overstimulated, but he caught her wrist easily and kept going. She trembled against him, her body tightening around his cock like she was losing control of everything.

”Xavier— please— I can’t— it’s too—”

She wasn’t telling him to stop. She was begging because she couldn’t keep up.

He turned her face to kiss him again, swallowing her moans while he thrust into her faster. Angel’s legs buckled, and he held her up by the hips, fucking her through every shaking second until she finally went limp in his arms. Her nails slid down his back without strength, her body twitching and soft from the intensity.

By the time he finished inside her, she was barely conscious — her breathing uneven, her head resting against his chest, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. Angel tried to say something, but only a faint sound came out before her eyes closed, her body still shivering from aftershocks.

She passed out with a faint smile on her lips.

He pulled the blanket over her, kissed her on the forehead and left his room.

After all, this was his last night with Seraphina as well.