And so he feasts.

"OH MY GOD!" My body shakes on top of his face, he is licking, lapping, slurping like a starving man he is, he licks me clean, inside me, and around me. I squeeze his head with my thigh trying to slow him down, but if anything, his grip on my ass tightens, I can imagine the print of his fingers bruising me.

All mine.

He puts me down and cups my face with his two massive ones.

Say you want this. He says in my head.

"I want this, Zer..." I beg.

Say you don't want me to stop.

"Please don't stop," I say as I rub myself on him.

Tell me to take your body, to please you.

"Take me now! Please... I cannot wait any longer..."

You're mine.

"I'm yours... I'm yours... I'm yours..." I keep chanting as I feel him free himself and the penises go straight to me, squirming looking for an opening. I hold myself up a bit for him to be able to get inside me, and my breath is caught when I feel all three of them are fighting for entrance.

I try to keep still, to hold my whimper as I feel him pushing inside me. One of them—one of the two which are longer and slenderer than the other—slip inside and I can feel it going straight to my g spot, rubbing it. I hold my breath and dig my nails on Zer's shoulder as I'm waiting for it... for the...

My whole body jolts up.

There it is.

Short electric shots are coming, I don't care if any or all of him is inside me, I don't care where we are, I don't care what they think about us, I don't care that I might pass out again after all this done. I only care about that short electrifying feeling I get as he is inside me. My toes curled, my legs stiffen, my back arching, my eyes rolled to my skull, my breath stops.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until he drains my body from power and he left me with nothing but as a lifeless lump of meat and bones.

One more.

He asks me. He holds me with his arms, keeping me safe and secure as I feel my strength is slipping away. His face comes down to the crook of my neck and I feel his hot breath there, sending tingling sensation all over my body.

Use me any way you want me. I tell him. My body is yours.

And I feel that one second of excruciating pain follows by coldness and soon my womb feels numb. He came. His chest rise and fall following his ragged breath, his arms are still holding me tight, his whole face and neck are black, I can see the blackness going down to his chest and shoulder.

"And your mind?" He asks me.

I look at him confused, every energy I have burns to keep me awake and breathing, not thinking. But the way he looks at me is loud and clear, so I answer him.

"Yours," I say breathily.

"And your life?" he pushes me.

"Yours," I say again, coming to a terrifying realization. "I cannot live without you," I confess to him.

"Good." He tightens his arms around me, "For I cannot live without you."

We stay like that for a while, until both of us catching our breath, leans back to the small chair with me resting my cheek on his strong chest, he lazily moves his fingers around drawing random patterns on my back. His penises fell out of me as soon as he ejaculated and now I cannot feel anything between his legs.

"Where are your penises?" I ask him in a small voice.

"You want to do it again?" I hear him asking me amused.

"No! I mean, yes after I'm well-rested, but not now now." I tell him quickly. I don't think I can handle the type of sex we're having too soon and too often.

He smiles at me. "Male reproduction organs only come out when the male is aroused."

Ahh... okay.

"What are we going to do now?" I ask again.

He quiet for a while and reply, "I need you to write a statement to clean any accusation and allegation regarding me, and our... intimacy."

I snort, "Serves you right to send yourself here." I mumble.

I can hear him sigh. "When I... When we did it, and I found you unconscious underneath me, you have no idea how I feel." He brings his hands on my face and moves my face to look at him. "I've been sent into battles as a suicide mission, more than once, and I walk away victorious, I've slaughter many living beings, destroy more ships and cities than I comfortable to admit, but nothing ever makes me feel like I'm such a... monster, as when I see you unconscious underneath me."

Ah... my poor husband. I cup his jaw with one hand and run my thumb along his cheek. "All you did was giving yourself to me, how could such an honorable action made you feel like a monster?"

He smiles and rubs his nose on mine. "You and your choice of words," he exhales. "So this is what it feels like." He tells me. "To know that now I'm living in your mercy."

I smile widely at him.

"I'm glad." He says.

We spent another minute cuddling before I get cold, so I get down of him and feel shy about how much of his semen coming out of me. They are blue, just for your information. So my loving husband rips his shirt and helps me clean myself. After all is done he grabs the chains on one ankle and I see first hand, how the muscles on his arm, chest and shoulder bulge as he tears apart those silver things.

I feel the wetness between my legs and not because of his bodily liquid, and it seems my husband realizes it too because he lifts one bumpy brow of him and smiles knowingly. I just throw some daggers to him with my eyes. "Don't blame me," I told him.

"Trust me, I don't. I do that for this exact purpose, I could have called the guard to let me free." He says smugly.

"Show off," I said as walk away from him. So we get inside the elevator, I with my white hospital dress and him bare chested displaying his glorious body to every eye to see. So I stake my claim by linking our fingers together.

This man is mine.

And although my legs are protesting the distance we are covering, I try my best to keep going, thankfully we soon arrive to what look like an office. Inside I can see Pir and two other officers. Both of them are big and look intimidating, but nobody can put a candle on my husband.

I might be biased here but who cares!

After thirty minutes of burning feeling on my face, as I stating to the officers to clear my husband's name, including going as detail as possible on how, when, where, and why we get intimate, finally it's done and we are good to go. Some officers kind enough to drive us back home, and we sat on the back seat in silence, but I don't mind at all, because the whole way back home, my husband's hand is holding mine firmly.