Chapter 1: Tight Quarters, Tighter Desires
The two-person spacecraft hurtled through the void, its walls so close that Alex could feel every shift of Fox McCloud's furred body. 'This crate's smaller than my old fighter cockpit,' Fox quipped, tail brushing Alex's thigh. 'Try not to crowd me with that ego of yours, flyboy,' Alex shot back with a grin. 'My ego's not the thing taking up space here—your swagger is suffocating.'
Days blurred into charged nights. Isolation made the air thick with unspoken want. 'Admit it, Alex,' Fox said one shift, eyes gleaming, 'you're getting horny in this sardine can.' Alex leaned in, voice sharp: 'Only because your ass keeps 'accidentally' grinding against me. What's your excuse, McCloud?'
The banter ignited. Fox's paw slid lower, finding Alex's hard cock straining against fabric. 'This is hard for both of us.' Panting, they stripped, bodies sweating in the recycled air. Alex dropped to his knees for a slick blowjob, tongue working until Fox growled approval. 'Your mouth's dangerous.'
Flipped, Fox's tight ass hovered, wet and dripping like a pussy ready for invasion. Alex thrust in deep, cock buried to the hilt. They moved frantic, horny and urgent, cum building as Fox rode strong and unyielding. 'Harder—don't you dare stop.' Sweating, panting, Alex came hard, cum spilling over Fox's ass while they collapsed in the cramped dark, the voyage only beginning.
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