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exhaling, Finn pressed back against Duran. He felt the slightest give, as that small, taut muscle released. Finn pushed a bit harder and Duran’s cock slipped through, steadily filling him while Duran kept that ferocious grasp around the base of Finn’s cock.
    Let me in, Finn. Let me all the way in.
    Duran’s hips thrust forward. Finn grunted and held tight to the arms of the chair. Shit, Duran. Poetry at a time like this?
    The soft chuckle that was all in Finn’s head sounded moderately threatening. Duran managed a hard twist with his cock on the next thrust, rubbing in a most effective manner across Finn’s prostate. He groaned.
    Would you prefer a novel, Finn? Maybe a ballad in three parts. Or something more esoteric? I see it now, a large tome titled The Effect of Nyrian Sexual Domination on Hardheaded Irish Humans . Yes, I think that one works.
    The only warning Finn got was the tightening of Duran’s fingers around his cock before the Nyrian slammed into him. Finn grunted as Duran buried himself deep. Their balls pressed together and Duran’s hand squeezed tighter around the base of Finn’s dick.
    Finn struggled to catch his breath. For a guy new to the language and the body, you’re sounding awfully cocky.
    Duran picked up the pace, rocking fast and hard against Finn until the slap, slap, slap of thighs meeting thighs, of groin against butt, echoed in Finn’s head. Duran growled, a primal, sexual, sensual sound that wrapped around Finn both inside and out. He pressed his lips against Finn’s ear, but the words weren’t actually spoken.
    Finn felt them deep inside. Felt Duran’s mind driving deep into his, as deep as his cock filled Finn’s ass. You can say that to me, Finnegan? You, a human who plans to invade an alien spaceship before it destroys your planet? Invade and kidnap the slaves they hold? A human who thinks he can disassemble his very molecules, travel through space, fight a powerful alien race, and return victorious? And you think I’m cocky?
    He slammed deeper and harder until Finn saw stars. With his lips still against Finn’s ear, Duran whispered, “I think you’re the cocky bastard who deserves that title.”
    Yes, you son of a bitch. You’re damned right I’m cocky. Now fuck me, and do it right. Get into my head and scramble whatever you have to, because we only get one shot at the bastards.
    Duran’s soft chuckle came with a velvety stroke of fingers along Finn’s shaft and a deep, long thrust into his bowel. And Duran’s voice in his mind, this time a subtle caress filled with love and hope. You are so right, Finnegan O’Toole. You are one cocky bastard, and I thank Nyria we’ve got you on our side.
    Finn shivered. His climax was building, but he didn’t feel anything different, couldn’t see that they’d accomplished anything beyond what was probably the most amazing fuck of his life.
    Then Duran’s mental voice seemed to pause within his mind. There was a subtle shift, almost as if the two of them had stepped from one room into another. The pressure built in Finn’s cock; his balls tightened within his sac and the pain was so sweet, so all-consuming that he whimpered. Not a moan or a manly groan, but a soft and needy whimper.
    Finn shuddered at the changing sensation. Duran covered him like a warm blanket, steadily pumping deep inside his ass. Steady, strong, and so perfect, until the sensation shifted yet again. So subtle. So absolutely perfect.
    And something . . . something unfamiliar in Finn’s mind opened. A thought process he’d never noticed, a part of his mind forever closed away, suddenly unlocked. He sensed it, open and waiting for him to find the switch, to reach for it, and then, without a moment’s hesitation, to flip it from one side to the next.
    Climax welled up from deep inside. A shattering burst of power from brain to spine, from balls to