A rumble passed through the No Safety Measures like a coiled predator ready to pounce, Lix licking her chops as systems engaged and the engine trembled. Power coursed through the sleek vessel in time with the menagerie of ships strewn about her in a grid. Jack, for his part, sat reclined in the seat behind the pilot's chair with a grin. The pad in his hands, as well as the tilted holoprojector on his chest, displayed every possible facet of the ship one could possibly dream of.

"Jack? Shields?" Lix hissed, her paws working over each other, the thick coverings keeping her from clacking her claws together.

"I'll engage them when we get closer to the asteroid belt. Just focus on flying, love." Jack didn't turn his attention away from his datapad, his fingers ready to adjust power output at a moment's notice. For now, there was no juice to the shields whatsoever, he'd engage them when they got closer to the asteroid belt. Everything that could be spared was powered down to reduce heat and draw on the reactor. It wasn't as if the shields would protect them from the lasers and direct ballistic fire that surely would be pointed their way either, as it could only displace dust, micrometeors, and other debris that would punch holes in the sleek little vessel at the speeds they would soon be flying.

Ters was a testament to that.

Silence, aside from the roar of the drive in the No Safety's back, filled the cabin as Glorious Angela daintily waved her hands over a red light in an expansive ball room aboard the Racer's Heart, a crowd of the galaxy's wealthiest watching with bated breath as it turned a glowing yellow. The same such tension bulged the wiry muscles in Lix's arms, her legs trembling as a line of drool ran unfelt down her muzzle to drip onto her flight suit. Time slowed to an unbearable crawl, Glorious Angela's calm grin and slightly squinted eyes dripping with a promised violence that sang like a thread gliding along the edge of a sharpened knife as her metallic hand fell so terribly slowly.

Like a guillotine.

Then… the world was green.

Lix felt her head snap back into the headrest as the No Safety Measures surged forward, along with a sea of racing vessels, the negligible gravity from the nearby planet enough to affect them even from its great distance. Several flashes of light behind her lit in the Kux'lar's eyes as racers jockeyed too hard for position, their noses crumpling upon each other to become the first casualties of the race in blooming clouds of debris and freezing clouds of vapor.

Jack whooped as he worked his fingers into overdrive, turning to watch Lix's paws as she feverishly worked the controls. Unbeknownst to her, every juke, jive, roll, and strafe was met with a quick power diversion that gave extra juice to whichever thruster might currently be powered.

"One coming in on the port quarter, ten degrees high!" Jack called out, already diverting power from the belly thrusters to the dorsal.

"She's never been this responsive!"

"You know it, baby!"

Lix dove, avoiding a mindless racer in the process of escaping the wing of a larger vessel, before ripping the nose of the No Safety back up to slip into nineteenth place as eighteenth spiraled out of control with seventeenth a crumpled mess on her starboard side. Pure joy screeched from the raptor's maw as they finally passed the orange safety line projected by several drones, indicating that they were now far enough away from the Racer's Heart and observation stations for weapons free.

If it had been chaos before, the buzzing hive of racing starships descended into pandemonium the moment they crossed that glimmering barrier. Raildrivers, lasers, point defense cannons, and rockets of every shape and size turned the already deadly jumble into a fiery dance of death and debris. A mass of racers met their end all at once, Lix rolling to avoid a fire-and-forget missile that streaked into a ship too harried by point defense batteries to flee, deadly fire from gimbaled weaponry turning the unorderly cloud it became into a field of deadly debris.

"Asteroid belt five thousand kilometers and closing, pour on the speed!" Lix demanded, her paws frantically working the stick to slip beneath a trail of rotary cannon fire that missed every shot, the small but deadly fast rounds speeding off to destroy something, somewhere, at some distant time.

"You'll have it, elevate! Incoming starboard!" Jack braced as the No Safety suddenly shifted upwards several dozen meters, two racers slipping beneath her as they jousted for position, the quickly dying plume of an explosion lighting the already chaotic darkness as ablative armor detonated and taking a chunk of hull from the opposing vessel. "Aaaahhhahahaha this is fuckin' racin'! They droppin' like virgins at a communal bath!"

Lix met his holler with one of her own, her eyes narrowing with glee as her power dipped. A glimmer crawled across her cockpit's viewport as the No Safety's gravity system engaged, its shields creating a tight, protective bubble around her fuselage. Jack cursed as Lix rolled to avoid a three way pincer of racers as they fought for position, the first of the asteroids looming ahead like a field of mines.

"Entering the lane in twenty seconds." Jack called, quickly flipping between screens on his datapad. A wide path of drones marked stark yellow holograms for the racers to follow, deadly rocks littering the space between them that promised a swift and inglorious death to all without the skill to avoid them. Lix found herself licking her chops once more, her paws pressing over top one another as she poured on the speed.

"Suuuuper wheat and vat grown meeeat…"

"Ship nearly over top of us, another hovering at our port side. Keep an eye on that starboard quarter, that one has a nasty railgun."

Lix could feel her heart hammer in her throat as the edge of the asteroid field drew closer and closer, each and every racer itching to pierce that initial veil into the deadly blanket of death. Tiny adjustments kept her from a flaming end tangled in the wreckage of the ships Jack called out, her left hand twitching on her thruster control to avoid an errant line of point defense fire from a distant battle as yet another pair of racers smashed into each other, ending their run for good.

"Add a little water and then some heeeeat…"

"Entering field!"

Jack's stomach did a flip as his securing belts dug into his suit, the No Safety Measures inverting to slide beneath the first tiny asteroid to break formation with the vessels eating real estate around her airspace. A kaleidoscope of explosions lit the entryway to the field as unprepared racers pancaked on the first of the floating stones, sending the heavy rocks that had been undisturbed for untold years on tumbling intercept courses into other ships that burned thrusters red in an attempt to escape. Fans screeched and raved with every death, hundreds of high-speed drones capturing every maneuver and failure in real time for their hungry eyes.

"Running hot on the belly thrusters, give me a sec!" Jack hollered, fervently adjusting power flow to ease the strain on the multiple thrusters about the sleek racer. They lacked the powerful housings he was used to on the Gerthtrude, but that was fine. Nothing a little ingenuity couldn't fix. Lix twisted the speedy little ship aside, avoiding an outcropping on the rock, as she blasted out into the field proper, easing into seventeenth place as sixteenth fired backwards at her nose with a swiveling rotary cannon.

"Bastard! Lix will eat face!"

"Slurp him up like a fuckin' bowl of noodles!"

"Sluuuurp!"

Lix roared, slamming the throttle with a spin that tossed the No Safety around the tracking line of fire like a top, her fellow racer struggling to keep the ass end of his boxy vessel aimed properly towards the sharp arrowhead gaining on him. Several deep gongs, like steel slamming on steel, rang through the cockpit like a drum, a series of angry alarms blaring in the duo's ears.

"I've got it!" Jack unhooked from his seat with a short leap, sprinting towards the engine room with a glance down at his chest monitor. The plating had held but something had gotten knocked loose between the captain's cabin and the engine bay itself. The Human skidded to a stop as the ship lurched, Lix deftly dancing around something or other, as Jack followed his datafeeds to the fault. "Damn wiring. Always wiring, limp dicked connections weaker than toilet wine!"

Still grumbling, the mechanic wrenched a multi tool from his suit as he went to work removing the floor paneling, revealing a nest of wires, tubes, and circuitry that would boggle a lesser mind. Too bad he was a lesser mind.

"What in the slimy ass oozing slam fuck is this wire set up?" Jack hissed, sifting through the mass with a glove covered hand, his eyes whirring to search for any fault or loose connection.

"Jaaack! Lix getting heat warnings!"

"Just fly, lizard!" Jack grumbled as the bulky forearm of his EVA suit pressed against the tight sides of the compartment, his teeth clenched in frustration as several more heat warnings lit in his face. "Gods damn it." A part of him simply wanted to start pulling and jerking, but experience told him that would simply cause more loose wires. "Where are you?" Blues and greens and reds merged into a dizzying array of color that pulled the Human's eyes about like a caught fish before he took a moment to begin the arduous task of tracing each and every line.

Lix hissed, baring her fangs at the speedy vessel ahead of her as it dipped to bring her into its cannon's line of fire, her hand twisting the flight stick to slip around a smaller asteroid no bigger than the No Safety Measures itself. A ship off to her right lit the cockpit with an orange of burst fuel as a missile slammed into its drivebell, the lack of oxygen and the unforgiving vacuum of space snuffing the flames into frozen vapor.

A line of rotary fire nearly bore a hole through the cockpit the moment she slid from view on the asteroid's far side, her hands working overtime to slam the dorsal thrusters with power. Heat buildup drew her slitted eyes to a warning panel on her left, worry beginning to creep up her throat as several system screamed for mercy that wasn't going to come anytime soon.

"S-Super wheat super wheat super wheat super wheat!" Another deadly barrage came barreling her way, the No Safety juking to the side and under a fellow racer who was too busy trying to survive a two-way attack between a sleek custom cargo shuttle and bulky passenger liner that had been outfitted with oversized engines and enough weaponry to make actual racing skill a secondary to being the only ship left on the track. Streaks of missile fire and point-defense roared from the fat ship before hot lines of devastation crawled across her hull, some unseen laser weapon eating away at the hull until she went dark, listlessly tumbling into a rocky asteroid she could no longer avoid.

A wordless cry split Lix's maw as several rounds plinked off her precious racer's port side, impact warnings roaring in her ears as she banked hard to avoid further damage. A smaller rock, already spinning from clipping another pilot's wing, nearly ended her dreams right then and there, her eyes widening with terror as she reared back on the throttle to watch the unassuming ball of stone careen passed the cockpit. The maneuver had saved them, but the heat just continued to rise.

"Jack? Jack! Lix needs you!"

"Working on it!" The mechanic hollered, his face pressed against the deck as he forced his arm deep into the open compartment, tracing a tertiary junction for power distribution for the electronic temperature detection system. His other hand nearly swam to press a mass of wires away from the thick cable as he finally found the end, several connections hanging not quite disconnected, but loose enough. "Fuckin' tighter than my asshole when the tax man comes around!" With an angry shove he forced them back on their receptacles, squeezing the spades around their slots to ensure only a direct hit would knock them free once more.

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Throwing safety to the wind, Jack didn't even reset the floor panel before rising to race to the engine bay, forcing open the hatch with an override code and coughing as a wave of heat slammed into his chest. The initial bay was tight, a secondary door, thick and heavy, barred access to the engine itself. He'd need to don a radioactive resistant suit to even think about going in there. Thankfully, everything he needed would be in here.

"Gonna loose weight in this heat…" Jack wiped the sheen of sweat on his forehead as he rushed to a master control panel, nearly falling to his ass as the No Safety began to twist and twirl. His hands jerked to grab the expansive touch screen, fingers working the touch controls like hyperactive spiders to manually direct extra coolant to thruster systems and battery banks that blinked red with heat warnings. "All right scaly lady, go wild!"

Lix trilled as her warnings vanished one by one, thrusters responding with the sharp snap she was so familiar with. Pure ecstasy painted across her muzzle as she twirled the sleek shuttle around another battery of rotary fire. Meter by meter, the No Safety Measures gained on the boxy transport only to lose ground to avoid being perforated and meeting the frigid vacuum of space with naught but regrets and blood-filled throats.

"Get off Lix ass!" She screeched, spinning around a sizable asteroid as more and more racers died en masse, be it to the very field they were flying through or each other. Jack tapped his ear to tune in to the general announcer broadcast as he continued to cycle coolant to the most affected systems, bringing the overworked vessel down to a tolerable temperature. The race announcer was a wiry little critter, not too dissimilar from rats that lived in the ducts back on Koorka Station that everyone was so fond of turning into jerky.

"Aaaand we have Kaliko in the Ocean Motion motioning no more! Looks like she took a few too many missiles! Right behind her is her cold-blooded murderer himself, Henkil Otana, I've no clue who that even is but the list says he's the intrepid captain of th- ohhhhh it doesn't matter! He just plowed straight into that rock like it was making kissy faces at him! We're just over the halfway mark of this run and we're down racers by half! What a blood bath!"

Jack knew the crowds, safe and protected in their viewing stations, would be going wild with each and every death. So too would the betters, investors, and ring runners; The real money behind the league, each and every one of them watching to see how best to spend their money. On the other side would be the champions, the established 'Roid Racers just watching as the fat was cut from their craft. His dark mood was washed away as Lix screeched at the pesky vessel barring her progress, the Human whispering encouragement under his breath.

Lix suddenly found herself squeezing her eyes shut as the ship ahead took a nasty mass driver round straight through her middle from above, lights going dark before another sent her tumbling into the void with a burst of oxygen, internal pressure racing out into the cold embrace of the abyss. Lix snapped her head up high, searching for whoever had put the racer into an early grave, her eyes wide with fear that she would be the next to eat a powerful mass driver round. Her comms panel lit with a familiar greasy grin as a fighter slid into view from above, obviously well worn but very much cared for. 'Spitfire' was emblazoned across her fuselage, a squirming figure waving at her from the pilot's seat as the ship inverted over the No Safety Measures.

"I hope you return the favor, lizard!" Mo'Ona grinned across the comms channel, his ratty face slick with some strange manner of oil. "I don't do freebies."

"Thanks for the save," Lix huffed, juking the ship forward to avoid the listless debris that had once been a gorgeous shuttle. "Still don't trust you, but thanks."

"I'll take what I can get. See you at the finish!" Mo'Ona saluted, flipped Lix off, then cut the channel before his mean little refurbished fighter began to pull away.

"Bastard." A hiss was all she had time for as the field of asteroids dwindled in size but grew in number. This was what she lived for. The firefights and ship to ship combat was a thrill to be sure, but nothing compared to zooming between the little floating balls of death as her engine redlined and roared. The No Safety Measures dipped, dove, dived, twirled, swerved, and danced to her tunes, the vessel weaving a tapestry of drive plumes behind her. Gradually, the weapons fire died as the head of the pack pulled well away, the fabled twenty, leaving the slower and less skilled behind. Lix found herself solidly in twelfth place, thirteenth so close behind as to be scraping the paint from her thruster panels, and eleventh carving a path ahead of them with accurate railgun fire into asteroids small enough to be pulverized.

Jack cursed as he rejoined her, Lix's eyes widening as he ripped her oxygen helmet from the wall.

"W-What Jack doin-gnah!" Her words were slapped back down into her throat as the mechanic roughly shoved her head quills down flush against her neck, the helmet fitting snuggly over her long scaly muzzle with a click. "J-Jack! Lix wants know!" Her fangs bared beneath the helmet's visor as he quickly connected the air tube to an oxygen bank bolted to her pilot's chair, not saying a damn word as he did the same with his own helmet stored on a hook at his waist. Lix didn't even have time to look back at the Human as he trudged off back the way he came, vanishing into the depths of the No Safety as several warning klaxons sounded throughout the ship.

"Ignore those!"

"Lix not like this!" The Kux'lar hissed as cool air blasted her face, a warning that life support had been disabled reaching her ears before several encroaching asteroids forced her attention back to the cockpit's viewport. Whatever the mad Human was up to, she'd just have to trust him. Jack, for his part, grinned at the little bit of extra power turning off life support had given them, pouring it all directly into the fusion engine. She was running at the very edge of her temperature control, and several sheets of shielding would need replaced. Pipping too, if he had to guess, as this kind of heat could start warping tubes if he wasn't careful about when and where he abused the power.

Against his better judgement, the excited mechanic tapped away at the master control in the engineering bay to disable warning alerts to the cockpit. "Shhhh baby girl, you just keep churning away for your daddy, yeah? I know, I know, you're gettin' all heated." Grinning, and setting his heels as the No Safety was sent into a spin to avoid another racer that had clipped an asteroid, Jack placed a gentle hand on the bulkhead. "I'll fix you up riiiight. All new parts and upgrades, get that nasty fuel cleaned up outta ya. Oh yeah, I'm gonna be neck deep inside ya baby." Another spin nearly sent jack into the very wall he was caressing. "If we live, that is. Celebratory fun and all that."

In contrast, Lix was sweating bullets, if reptiles even could sweat, as her familiar shuttle seemed to pour on more speed than she ever remembered it having. Stars waltzed in her eyes as she flew a deadly path with her fellow racers, her heart beating in tune and time with the pulsing engine of the No Safety Measures. All else faded between the twisting turns and twirls as her nose fought for the extra inches that placed her into ninth place, then eighth, then seventh and sixth as the final stretch came up to greet them.

She could feel Jack's presence behind her, his metal hand on her shoulder a bolstering bulwark as she frantically snapped between risking everything for that hairpin turn around a rock that would earn her several more feet and avoiding an impossible gap that would tear her dreams, and life, from her chest. The league was a distant entity, as was every station, planet, and problem in the galaxy. All that mattered was that next turn, that next breaking strafe, that next neck snapping acceleration.

Finally, looming like a sleeping God, came the pulsing yellow finish line, several ships fighting for space around her as Jack whooped and hollered, his job done. All that mattered now was the flight stick, the throttle…

Inches creeped by as she flew so close to the vessel beside her, the proximity so small Jack could have leaned out of the airlock and kicked Lix's opponent, as the finish line screamed nearer with every breath.

"Yes! Yeeees! You got it, girl! Get in there, tear him up!" Jack screamed, pumping the air with a fist. Finally, just as the finish line met the No Safety's nose, the opposing vessel lost thrust, something shuddering in the rear with a visible waver, letting Lix pull ahead just enough to squeak by in fifth place.

"Gnaaaah! Gaaaaahahahahahaaaa!" Joy the likes of which Lix had never felt flooded her chest as she pulled the nose up high, the No Safety Measures tumbling up and safely out of the asteroid belt like a popped cork as she launched herself from the pilot's seat with an ecstatic squeal. Jack had just enough time to reengage the life support systems before catching her, the Kux'lar wiggling in his arms like puppy on sugar. "Jaaaaaaaack! Jack, we did it! Fifth place! Top five! Top five!" Another screech tore through the cabin as she attempted to bury her head under his neck, checking the oxygen levels in the ship before ripping the helmet from her head and doing just that.

"Fuck yeah!" Jack likewise pulled his head free, his face slapped with bright blue quills that quivered with overstimulation, the man twirling the raptor about with gleeful laughter. "Fuuuck yes! I knew it! I knew ya had the grit! I knew I picked right! Best pilot in the fuckin' stars right here! Woooooooooo!" Balance left the man as he fell, Lix's kicking paws quickly adjusting as she straddled the larger Human, her thin chest heaving against his as they both fought for breath.

Silence gripped the No Safety Measures as Kux'lar and Human locked eyes, both brimming with the adrenaline of victory and survival, both bearing the souls of two lonely fools hammering away at unobtainable dreams drifting through the stars like dust on a cosmic wind. Here, tumbling through space, alone and unseen, their hearts still hammering from so many close calls that nearly took both their lives...

Lix was the first to press her scaly lips to Jack's, several false starts as the two twisted their heads this way and that as they tried to find the perfect angle to marry their respective anatomies together. Trembling claws worked at fasteners and buckles and zippers, Lix ripping her flight suit off her shoulders to reveal Jack's sleeveless jacket underneath. It had become her good luck charm, and little could part her form it. Those same fingers, still trembling, feverishly searched blindly along the Human's broad chest for the connections of his own suit, snapping each one free and whining into the man's mouth as the search progressed slower than her growing excitement demanded.

A tongue traced along fangs as Jack twined his fingers into Lix's quills, the Kux'lar muttering half formed demands for him to keep going as he reached down with a free hand to help her unbuckle his EVA suit. Her claws slipped inside the moment the front of the bulky suit parted, pressing against the sweat slicked undershirt and pushing the sleeves down hard alloy arms. Jack lifted his front, Lix attacking his tongue with her longer, thinner appendage, as the Kux'lar inexpertly undressed him.

Inexpert, but so very eager. Hands free, Jack found them roaming her flat chest in much the same way, his rough cybernetic palm gently pulling the fabric of her flight suit down her scaled shoulders, the heavy fabric spilling to pool around her thicker hips. Grinning, and panting for air, Lix sat up just enough to run her hand up her belly, tracing the waterfall of off-pink scales that ran up her throat to her chin, and sliding Jack's stolen… conquered… jacket to the floor.

Her flight suit met a similar fate as she stood, her legs pulling free as both clawed hands traced those sleek scales back down to her waist, slowly revealing the tight part of her cloaca normally hidden beneath her suit.

Jack grinned as he clutched the extra cloth bunching around her legs, each paw daintily rising from the mound to reveal Lixistruzsias in all her glory, a predatory grin splitting her fang filled muzzle as she stepped over him with the slow teasing gait of a hunter. Liquid excitement dripped down her soft inner thighs to color her killing claws that tapped the deck as she made slow pace down the corridor, her tail descending to slither along Jack's face like a sensual snake.

Like a sailor to the song of a siren, Jack rose to follow, his EVA suit joining Lix's flight gear on the floor. All he was left in was a thin undershirt and boxers, the unsightly bands of alloy steel around his shoulders where his implanted arms connected to his body riddled with scars that Lix didn't even acknowledge. She waited for him to catch up, his hands wrapping around her belly from behind as he bent down to stalk after the shorter reptile, Lix leading him like a pied piper into her quarters.

Grinning over her shoulders, hip hiked with a tilt to her high raised ankle, Lix flopped herself onto the diminutive cot with a twirl, spreading her powerful legs wide. All it took was a welcoming flick of her tail to draw Jack in closer, his fingers tracing a smooth path along the pad of her left paw and down her inner leg, the Kux'lar hissing with need and displeasure at his slow pace.

"Jack…"

All the man did was reward her with an evil grin, sliding into position on his knees between her raised legs to blow an infuriatingly gentle breath along the length of her ankle and calf. Lix's eyes lit with frustration, her tail gently coiling around his neck in an attempt to pull him down further. It was all for naught, as the man easily resisted her demanding tugs.

Lower and lower his head sank, his face so tantalizingly close to her scales as he painted a line of teasing agony along her inner thigh, his lips hovering over her moist mound as she quivered and whined, her hands beating on the thin mattress.

"Please!"

Lower…. lower….

"Yes!"

Then… Jack passed right on by to breathe on the opposite thigh.

"No!"

The man couldn't help but surrender a chuckle as he pressed his lips to the soft scales of Lix's inner thigh, nibbling and kissing a trail up and down the her leg as Lix squirmed and begged and gnashed her fangs at the air in a desperate attempt to do something, anything to get relief from the torture her mechanic was dragging her through. Up and down each leg, with special, slow care to each inner thigh, Jack continued to rile the pilot up. His lips left wet sheens of need along her scales as Lix screamed and cried, finally sitting up to place her claws on the back of his head.

"Please!"

Yet, still, he resisted her forceful shoves and only graced the very outer edges of her glistening, needy lips with more wet kisses. Around and around, he kissed and nibbled and blew, rivulets of need pouring from Lix's deepest depths as she pressed her hands to her eyes and twisted and bucked and groaned. He was so close, so damned close... Yet he couldn't be further from where she wanted him at that moment.

"J-Jack, Jack by the stars, please! I-I'll give you anything!"

His crooked grin was all the answer she received, his lips pressing into the depression where her legs met her hips, the valley that surrounded the quivering folds of her cloaca shining with his wet kisses. Finally, his cruel streak seemingly at an end, Jack hovered his mouth over her sensitive lips…. so very still, as Lix watched on with struggling breaths.

When his tongue finally parted her folds, Lix screeched. The teasing, the torture, the waiting…

Her cabin was thick with the scent of her need as Jack delved deep, Lix's legs quivering with shotgun spasms as the first glorious release of the night wracked her body with all the power of a starship drive imploding. Jack grunted as he felt legs cross over the back of his neck, trapping him right where he wanted to be.

"J-J-Jaaaack gn-n-n-nnaaaaaah!"

Forcing himself free from his scaly prison, Jack rose to the call as he slipped from his undershirt and boxers, his member throbbing with a need of his own as the Human crawled over the comparatively diminutive Kux'lar, his girth nestling snuggly in the valley between her thighs.

"Ready?" The question was quiet as he pulled back his hips, his tip parting Lix's folds like a relentless tide, slow and steady.

"I-If you don't f-fuck me I'm gonna bite you, jackass!"

"You're wish…" Jack slowly burrowed himself into the Kux'lar's depths, her maw split in a wordless cry as another divine release tore through her body, her claws gripping at his back as her tail curled around his leg. "Is my command."

"A-Ahhhaaaaa! Oh, by the stars! Gnah!"

"Yeah, sing baby!"

Lights danced in Lix's eyes as she finally felt the man's hips meet hers, a powerful pulse deep in her depths stealing away all thought as Jack began to pummel her mind into mush with measured, firm thrusts. Lix found herself unable to think, unable to even speak, her breaths coming in quick panicked gasps as her entire existence narrowed to this tiny cabin tumbling through space.

Nothing else could ever matter after this.

She didn't want anything else to matter after this.

And as the third, and no where near final orgasm, of the night tore her senses apart, she decided she wouldn't have it any other way.

Jack chuckled as Lix balled her clawed hands into little fists and beat on his chest in futility as he just… kept… going. Her begging never held any substance, no direction, only pleas for him. Mind numbed cries for this moment to never end, but as all good things do, so too did this exaltation of victory.

A grunt, a scream, pleasure made audible, as stars burst in the duos minds culminated in a squeezing tumble as Jack pulled free at the last moment, painting Lix's hip white with proof of his satisfaction. The Kux'lar couldn't even find the energy to care, or the air to tell him it was far too early after her last unfertilized lay to get pregnant. That is… if a Human and Kux'lar were even genetically compatible.

These thoughts vanished as Jack pulled her further onto the cot, their exhaustion and sweat mingling into a miasma of fatigue that banished even the worry of where her ship was tumbling to.

This…

Lix had done it. She'd survived, she'd made it to the leagues… she was a 'Roid Racer, and… more importantly… the Kux'lar felt her eyes roaming over the tired man held in her grasp, his strong arms manhandling her into a position where he could lay his head on her chest…

This was paradise.