"That's it!" I moaned, throwing my head back. "Fill Mommy up. Give me another baby, Capt. Give me your strength."
He began to thrust. It started slow, rhythmic. The water splashed around us, creating a chaotic symphony of wet slaps and heavy breathing. I held onto his shoulders, my nails digging in. I looked at his face. The guilt was gone. Replaced by pure, unadulterated focus.
"You like that?" he growled, biting my neck.
"Yes... yes..." I panted. "But Capt... I need more."
The friction was incredible, but the 'Mother' persona was slipping away, replaced by the hungry Wif.
My tail, my little fluffy tail, was twitching against the tiles. I reached back and grabbed it, pulling it hard. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clitoris.
"Pull it!" I begged him. "Pull my tail, Capt."
He reached around, grabbing the base of my tail. He yanked it.
"Oh!" I screamed, clamping down on him. The pleasure was blinding. "Harder! Don't treat me like your mother now! Treat me like a Wif in heat!"
He grinned, that predatory grin I love so much. He slammed into me, harder, faster. The water was getting in my eyes, in my mouth, but I didn't care. I was drowning in him.
"Turn around," he commanded.
I spun instantly, planting my hands on the wall, arching my back to present myself to him. I shook my hips, making my tail bounce. He grabbed my hips and drove into me from behind. The angle was deeper. I could feel him hitting my cervix, a dull ache that translated into exquisite pleasure.
But it wasn't enough. The hunger inside me, the Graviton well, it wanted to consume everything.
"Capt!" I cried out, looking back over my shoulder. "The other hole! Please! I need you in the other hole!"
He hesitated for a microsecond. "Mira, that's..."
"Do it!" I pleaded. "I need to feel you everywhere! I need to be completely full of you! Please, baby... please analyze me!"
He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out of my vagina with a wet pop and pressed the tip of his penis against my sphincter. I pushed back against him, opening myself up. He slid in. It was tight. So tight. But the stretch... God, the stretch was divine.
"Oh... oh my God..." I sobbed, my forehead resting against the wet wall. "Yes... that's it... right there..."
He established a rhythm, pounding into me. My knees were shaking. I could feel the Melios charging up inside me. My skin was tingling. The gravity around us started to shift. The water droplets stopped falling for a second, suspended in mid-air, before crashing down again.
"You are so tight, Mira," Capt grunted, slapping my ass. The sound echoed in the bathroom.
"For you... always for you..." I moaned.
I was getting close. The pressure was building. I reached down and started rubbing my clitoris furiously. The combination of the anal penetration and the clitoral stimulation was too much.
"Capt! I am... I am going to..."
"Cum for me, Mira," he whispered in my ear, nipping the sensitive skin behind my rabbit ear. "Show me how much you love me."
That broke me. I screamed, my legs giving out. I squirted, a powerful jet of fluid hitting the shower wall, mixing with the water. My orgasm ripped through me, a singularity of pleasure. I clamped down on his penis with my anal muscles, milking him.
He groaned, his body seizing up. He drove deep, burying himself to the hilt, and poured his seed into me. I could feel it, warm and thick, filling me up. We stayed like that for a long time, him panting against my back, me trembling against the wall. The water eventually started to run cold. Capt pulled out slowly. I almost whimpered at the loss. I turned around and sank to the floor, my legs like jelly. He sat down next to me, leaning his head back.
"Better?" he asked, a crooked smile on his face.
I laughed, a breathless, happy sound. "Much better. You?"
"I think I forgot what I was sad about," he admitted.
"Good," I said, patting his cheek. "Now, stand up. You are shivering."
I forced my wobbling legs to work. I turned the water off and grabbed the big, fluffy towels. I started drying him off. The lust was fading, replaced by that warm, fuzzy maternal instinct again. I dried his hair, careful around his ears. I dried his back, his chest, his legs. He stood there like a toddler, letting me do all the work. I grabbed his freshly laundered Captain's uniform, and helped him step into his pants. I buttoned his shirt, smoothing down the collar.
"You look handsome," I said, kissing him on the lips. "My handsome Captain."
He looked at me, his eyes soft. "Thank you, Mira. For... everything."
"Anytime, baby," I smiled. "Now go. The universe isn't going to save itself."
He nodded and walked out of the bathroom, a spring in his step that wasn't there before. I watched him go, then leaned against the sink, looking at myself in the foggy mirror. My ears were drooped, my hair was a mess, and I could still feel the phantom fullness inside me.
You are probably judging me, aren't you? A mother figure sleeping with her 'son'.
But...
You don't understand the darkness of space. You don't understand the cold. When you find a fire that burns this bright, you don't just stand next to it. You walk into it. You let it consume you. Because out here, in the void, warmth is the only thing that matters.
And Capt? Capt is the sun.
I checked my reflection one last time, winked at you... yes, you! You stared at me with that shocked expression like that. Now, I grabbed my robe. Time to go make some tea. All this exercise makes me thirsty.