At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) by Selena Illyria

throughout the room. He pulled back gently, brushed the hair away from her face, and started to crawl off the bed. As he slid off the mattress, he looked back at her.
    “Cover up, darling. I don’t want anyone else to see that beautiful body but me.” Drogan didn't want to get into a fight with anyone for looking at his woman.
    Rena smiled shyly at him and scrambled under the covers. He didn’t care if they saw him naked. He had used this room often enough that each member of the staff at one time or another had seen his body, but he was strangely possessive of Rena.
    The waiters placed trays laden with assorted food onto the tables, bowed and left. Drogan picked up a tray of fresh fruits and cream from Hector Omega 7. Carrying it to the bed, he crawled across the silken expanse, careful not to drop anything. He proceeded to feed her lush, juicy fruit covered in cream between kisses. He covered her nipples in cream before lapping, sucking, and nibbling the lush foam from her sensitive tips. She moaned and writhed under his attention. He dribbled more cream down the center of her abdomen, covering her navel in froth. He lapped it up slowly before dribbling some over the lips of her sex. He licked his way up one side and down the other.
    She giggled, a musical sound that tugged at his heart. She said, “Captain, you’re staining the silk.”
    “Drogan, sweetling. Call me Drogan. I’m not dominating you at the moment.” He wanted to hear his name on her tongue, both in passion and when they weren't on the job.
    “Drogan,” she tested slowly, causing his cock to twitch and stir into a hardened state. He loved the sound of his name on her lips. Putting the cream back on the platter, he replaced the tray on the table and returned to the bed, lying down next to her.
    He couldn't wait any longer. “Looks like it’s time for another round, my darling. I want to watch you fuck me. Ride me, sweetling. Come on my cock.”
    She climbed on top of him, threw her leg over his hips, and placed her hands on his chest. He watched her balance with one hand and wrap her other small hand around his cock. Her fingertips just barely touched. She stroked him slowly. They both watched as he grew in size. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes.
    “Captain, shouldn’t we use protection?” A serious look was on her face.
    “Rena, love. I’m clean and I know you are, as those were sex droids in that disc with you. Besides I've had my STD shots.” He managed to get the words out through gritted teeth. Pleasure threatened to overwhelm him as another orgasm built up again.
    “But what about pregnancy?” she asked, that serious look still on her face.
    His breath caught in his throat as he thought of her round with his child, furthering his arousal. If he said out loud what he thought, she wouldn’t believe him. For now, they would use protection.
    “In the drawer of the nightstand, over there.” He pointed. Drogan didn't want to pause and give himself a shot to allow him to shoot blanks; the pain would only take away from his arousal. Old-fashioned condoms it had to be.
    She crawled off of him and found the box. Rena extracted one silver packet and then scrambled back to him. She ripped open the silver aluminum envelope, rolled on the prophylactic, and then maneuvered herself over him. His cock in one hand, she lowered herself down until the tip of him was at her entrance. He could feel her heat and had to grit his teeth to keep himself from surging his hips upward. Slowly she sank down, acclimating to his girth. It seemed like forever before he was finally inside of her, balls-deep. They both moaned. She placed her hand on his chest, then she rose up and down. He reached up to grip her hips as she rode him.
    Her inner muscles clenched around him with each downward stroke, causing him to moan at the tight feel of her walls clutching him like a fist. He placed a palm on her stomach, slipping his thumb between her slick folds to