Adams

Adam watched Susan tremble through the aftershocks, water sluicing down her flushed skin in rivulets. Even exhausted, she was a fucking masterpiece—compact muscle coiled beneath smooth skin, barely five feet of pure violence wrapped in curves that could stop traffic on a pleasure barge. Her breasts were small and firm, just enough to fit his palms with their peaked nipples still stiff from his mouth. The dark triangle between her thighs glistened, her vulva swollen and parted slightly from their rough fucking.

Her short black hair clung to her neck in wet strands, the undercut exposing the jagged scar from a Zyxian whip she'd taken for him last cycle. Adam traced the mark with his thumb, remembering how she'd grinned through bloody teeth afterward and said "Worth it."

Susan's breathing steadied as she slumped against the tiles, her thighs still quivering. Adam cupped her pussy possessively, feeling her flutter around nothing. "Still tight after all that," he murmured, pressing two fingers inside just to feel her clench. Susan groaned, her head lolling back. "Fuck off, I'm empty."

The shower door hissed open before Adam could retort. A seven-foot Krothian bouncer filled the doorway, its cybernetic eye whirring as it took in their naked, spent forms. "You Susan?" it rumbled in a voice like grinding gears.

Susan didn't bother covering up. "Depends who's asking."