A stay of leaving

Martin's head whips around. "What?" he says, baffled. "What's this bullshit you're saying?"

"I...I've completed my task--escorting you here. Tomorrow, Auto will have something else for me to do, probably back at my own polly, maybe somewhere else. I will need to return."

"That's it, huh? Just like that? A simple good-bye? You don't even want the chance to go see the engines, first? You came all this way..." He looks angry, very angry, though his face softens a little at my expression. "Look me in the eye, Marissa. Tell me...is this truly what you want? What does your head tell you?" He leans forward. "What does your heart tell you?"

"...No," I whisper.

"You want to stay here...with me?"

"...Yes."

"Auto," says Martin, slowly and carefully, "is there any pressing need for Marissa back at her polly? Could she be reassigned to live here, at least while the engines are being readied?"

"There is no pressing need, Martin," says Auto. "Marissa is welcome to stay in the redward polly if that's what she desires."

"Auto, it is," I say.

"Very well, I will make a note of it."

"We're happy to have you, Marissa" says Valerie with an open face and genuine smile. "We can always use another quick mind and set of useful hands."

"Thank you."

"Of course," says Martin, winking at Valerie, "I imagine your polly only has so many beds to go around. So it only makes sense for Marissa and me to continue sharing one. I think we've proven to be very...compatible bed partners."

"Of course." Did she just wink back?

My immediate future upended--but my heart lightened--I wait for Martin to finish his meal before the two of us go off to find somewhere to sleep.

I laugh a little as I sit down next to a supine Martin that night and poke the mushroom head of his erect cock. "It is not such an easy task, you know--keeping this monster satiated day after day."

"Sisyphean, one might say," he laughs back.

I bite my lower lip. "There is still one hole of mine it has not known. Perhaps...?"

Martin's cock twitches. "I think," he groans, "that it would love to make that acquaintance."

I pull out the lubrication from my utilities--discarded in the corner of the room--and begin to apply to every part of the cock. Once I am done, I slather my asshole as well, then squat above Martin and slowly lower myself until his tip is pressing against my little brown rosette. He's so big! I relax as much as I can, letting my weight work for me--until at last his head pops through, and I gasp.

"God, Marissa!" Martin pants. "Your ass is so tight! Don't stop!"

I don't. The slickness of the lubrication aids immensely as more and more of his shaft slides in. At last I am wholly seated, immeasurably full, stretched. I lean forward to brace myself against his chest so I can piston his cock in and out. Already, the initial pain is fading, and a delightful hum taking over within my core. I have never achieved an anal release before, but I am determined to try.

"I am thankful," I groan. "I am thankful you wanted me to stay."

Martin shakes his head back and forth, his eyes glazed over in pleasure. "How can you...possibly be surprised? After everything...we've been through, I'm sure I've made my feelings...clear."

"I...I did not want to assume anything. Or cause a major fuss...if...if your feelings had changed."

"What do you mean by that?" Martin tries to think, though I certainly do not make it easy for him, squeezing him within the slick heat of my asshole, massaging his cock down its entire length with my ring of muscle. His eyes clear for a brief moment. "Oh...Valerie. She's a remarkable woman. Smart. Talented. Beautiful." He sighs in pleasure. "But she isn't you. Nobody is. I love you, Marissa!" He grasps my hips tightly and surges upward with a hard thrust.

"Oh!" I gasp. "I love you, too, Martin!" And as I say the words, I recognize how much I mean them--not just love in a nebulous general sense, not the love of good friendship, but love-as-joining, love-as-obsession. The emptiness I felt today as I prepared myself to leave Martin--it was much like the sense that comes with impending death, of being ripped apart, never to be reassembled in quite the same way.

"Marissa!" Martin's urgent voice breaks me from my thoughts, and I realize how close I am to release.

"Please hold on," I beg him. "I'm almost there!" He thrusts upward again, and again, and the climax bursts over me, a fluttering across my entire body. It is difficult to compare to the intensity of cuntly releases, but it is a victory harder achieved and all the sweeter for that. Returning to my senses, I become vaguely aware that Martin has come to his own release, his cock throbbing and spurting semen deep into my bowels.

We lie there together for a moment, exhausted in mind and body, before I roll off of Martin and reach for the wipes in my utilities. As we're cleaning ourselves, I say, "Speaking of Valerie, you should ask her to fuck you sooner rather than later."

"Y-You think she wants to...with me?" he stammers.

"Even if you were not of the same polly now," I respond, "I am certain she would be enthusiastic. She was practically draping herself over you today. If she has not propositioned you directly, it is only because she is being overly polite towards a newcomer."

"And...And you would be fine with this?"

I roll my eyes, slightly exasperated. "Martin! I'm sure I've made my feelings clear," I say, echoing his words back to him. We share a brief laugh before I lie back down and snuggle against him, waiting to fall into a contented sleep.