Yeah

She came again with a choked gasp, her vision whiting out at the edges as euphoria flooded her veins. Vorax's grip tightened, his own release building as he pistoned into her with short, sharp thrusts. She felt the moment he tipped over the edge—the way his cock twitched inside her, the hot pulse of his cum filling her in thick, heavy spurts.

For a moment, they stayed locked together, breathing ragged, sweat mingling between them. Then Vorax withdrew with a wet sound, his seed dripping from her swollen cunt in lazy rivulets. Susan exhaled, boneless and sated, the afterglow settling over her like a warm blanket.

Adam handed over the credits to purchase the storm crow and Susan took her seat in the pilot's chair.

"Now that she is yours" the mechanic said excitedly, "Let's show you what this baby can do."

The hyperspace jump hit like a sledgehammer to the ribs. Susan's vision whited out as the *Stormcrow's* experimental drive tore through reality, her bones vibrating with frequencies no human was meant to endure. She barely registered the console's shriek of protest—too busy clawing at the neural interface jacked into her spinal port. The Voraxian mechanic hadn't mentioned *this* little upgrade when he'd sold them the ship.