Ai Hentai Cosmic Slut I by Ai Artist Synthetic

SCENE: Nova-Claire—waits, bathed in the soft glow of flickering control panels. A signal pulses. The connection opens.

You “Did you miss me, commander Slut?”

Nova-Claire: “Took you long enough.”

You: “You say that like you weren’t sitting there, fingering your clit, your pussy getting wet, waiting for me to ravage you.”

Nova-Claire: “No! Yes! How did you know?”

You: “Because you're my little space slut, aren’t you? I know how badly you want this dick. Stuck out here in the vastness of space, all by your lonesome.”

Nova-Claire: (pauses, then exhales) “It’s not my fault. I’ve been out here for so long without any dick, then I happen to pick up your signal. I wish I could see you right now. But I bet you’re not even want me as much as I want you.”

You: (chuckles) “Nonsense. Ever since you showed me that ass and delicious titties on space cam, you’re all I think about.”

Nova-Claire: “Then why keep me waiting?”

You: “Because I like to imagine how restless you get. How you shift that phat ass in that command chair. Getting it all wet.”

(She shifts exactly as he describes, cursing herself silently.)

Nova-Claire: “Tell me how much you want me again.”

You: (voice softens) “You want me to tell you how much I want to suck those hard nipples, lick that clit, spank that ass? All I think about is ramming your juicy pussy with my massive cock.”

Nova-Claire: (heart pounding) “Mmm, tell me more. Tell me how much you want it.”

You: “Ha-ha, I know you’re all alone out there. Just you and the stars. Thinking about me feeling you up and down. Making you say my scream my name before I give you what you crave.”

Nova-Claire: (swallowing hard) “Is that all?”

You: (a pause, then—) “I’m going to devour you. Rip that suit off you. Lick you from head to toe. Fist that pussy while I kiss you hard. I will devour you.”

(Silence stretches. The tension hums like static between them.)

Nova-Claire: (quietly) “Oh god! I need that cock. Where the fuck are you?!”

(The line crackles. A beat. Then—)

You: “Look to your left.”

(She turns. Her breath catches. A ship looms in the distance, emerging from the endless black. Approaching.)

Nova-Claire: (barely a whisper) “Fuck yes.”

You: (low, warm, certain) “I told you. I’d come for that ass.”

(She reaches for the controls, hands trembling, initiating the docking sequence.)

Nova-Claire: “Opening the hatch now.”

You: (softly, teasing) “Hope you’re ready for me, my little commander Slut.”

Nova-Claire: (smirks, pulse racing) “Fuck me. Now.”