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"Black alert warning, entering Gaia buffer zone in ten minutes..."

I glanced at the green jelly and the pink goo, and a thought began to form.

"You know..." I covered the dish back up, activated the magnetic feature on the table, and pushed the utensils aside. "I actually wanted to start with an appetizer." I forced myself to suppress a smile and the blood rushing to my ears, sitting at the table with my hands behind me. Richter tilted his head, giving me a questioning look with his deep blue eyes. "I heard... that enjoying it in zero gravity has a special flavor." My mouth betrayed me, curving upward. "If you can wait ten minutes."

Richter scratched his ear, and I could even see the blush beneath his fur. "Well..." He met my gaze, slowly tilting his head to the other side, folding his ears down. "I have an alternative." The white wolf gently placed his hand on my knee, and his eyes instantly turned bright red.

I felt the disturbance as the psychic domain unfolded, like a gentle breeze brushing over the hair on my arm.

Then, I started to float.

"Oh," I couldn't help but laugh, relaxing my body and letting the weightlessness take care of the rest. "That works too."

The pure white wolf tilted his head and gave me a sly smile, showing a single fang. Then he lightly kicked off, grabbed my sleeve, and joined me in the weightless drifting.

Richter opened his mouth as if he intended to say something, but before he could say more than a few words, we both collided with the ceiling of the cabin.

We laughed like fools as inertia kept us spinning in place.

I expanded my consciousness, bringing the spinning to a stop and keeping us in a position where we could face each other. Gazing into Richter's laughter-filled, azure eyes, I felt a lightness, as if soaring through an endless sky.

By Rationalism alone, I was completely in love with those eyes. Even though the ceiling was now beneath our feet, I didn't feel any sense of wrongness.

What did he say again? Ah, "As blue as a clear, cloudless sky."

"Not bad," he said as he inspected the edges of my domain. "Your calculations are..."

I grabbed the insensitive wolf's muzzle, cutting off his five-hundred-thousand-word lecture. Richter raised an eyebrow, and I couldn't tell whether it was from surprise or confusion.

Whatever it was, he clearly needed more convincing methods to shut up.

So, I leaned in and slowly licked his nose.

I didn’t release my grip on Richter's muzzle, and he let out a soft whine, trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing him flatten his ears against his head gave me an odd sense of satisfaction.

"Isn't this much better?" I mocked as I let go of his mouth. But I didn’t want to give him a chance to talk, so I immediately kissed this slow-witted wolf. We exchanged heated breaths, pouring out and sharing every gasp, exploring each other without hesitation, enjoying the soft rustling of fur under our fingertips, and the murmured groans that followed—a melody of whispered tenderness.

I ran my tongue along Richter’s canine tooth, gently teasing the roof of his mouth, earning yet another shudder. Finally, I decided to stop teasing, and after a few more playful strokes, I let our tongues fully meet, intertwining and dancing in a passionate tango.

Richter’s low growl was filled with desire, and he increased the intensity of his touch, pulling at my fur.

The ticklish and electrifying sensations swept through me, and I became lost in the feeling of floating, riding the waves of our shared rhythm, oscillating between peaks and valleys.

I slipped my hand under his shirt, kneading the muscles of the wolf’s torso. My fingertips traced the firm lines, gently scratching at each defined groove, savoring the way he responded with increasingly intense tremors.

When Richter’s breathing became erratic, I pulled back slightly, giving him space to recover. My hands, however, did not stop, greedily seeking out every uncontrolled twitch.

Meeting Richter's pitiful gaze again, paired with his ears pressed flat against his head, it was clear that his submissive posture was a plea for me to continue.

I rested my chin on top of his head, gently rubbing his now burning-hot ears, soothing him with soft licks behind his right ear, hitting his sensitive spot.

Richter let out a soft cry, squirming slightly as if trying to curl up. But this half-hearted resistance only seemed to awaken something primal in me. I tore open his inner white shirt, along with that stiff, uncomfortable-looking black stand-collared uniform, revealing his pure white chest and belly fur.

"You better fix every fiber perfectly. That’s the only suit I have on the ship," Richter complained. "You know, as a psychic..."

I didn’t feel the need to waste energy on his boring grumbling, so I simply wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my nose in the soft fur on his belly.

As I licked along the grain of his fur, Richter let out a low-pitched mix of a whimper and a wail. But I knew this white wolf, who always managed to say something to ruin the mood, secretly loved it when I did this. So I took his trembling and moans as praise, indulging even more in tasting his well-toned body.

His dampened fur revealed the defined lines of his abs, which I continued to caress, while my tongue moved up to his chest. Upon finding his nipple, I gave it the full treatment—licking, sucking, and lightly nibbling.

The stimulation must have been too much for Richter, as he pressed his hands against my shoulders, trying to push me away. But I wasn’t ready to give up the fun of teasing this wolf's sensitive belly, so I decided to dominate, restraining his wrists. I quickly realized that tying his hands together and lifting them above his head was the most convenient position, so I did just that. And judging by the way his body kept shuddering, I was sure this only excited him more.

As I began to pinch and twist his other nipple, Richter’s writhing grew more intense. After teasing the now painfully stiff nub with my tongue a few more times, I judged that the wolf had been tamed to an appropriately docile state. My hand, which had been wandering across his upper body, began to move down, tapping at his belt buckle.

With a click, Richter’s lower clothing and shoes met the same fate as his upper attire, splitting apart and slowly drifting away under the pull of inertia.

Being a psychic does offer a lot of conveniences in the little things of life.

This time, the usually talkative wolf had nothing to say. He merely lowered his ears and avoided my gaze.

Unable to hide my wide grin, I pulled back slightly, raising myself to fully appreciate the sight of this pure white wolf, shyly tucking his tail between his legs. His tail tip flicked occasionally, sending the tuft of gray fur at the end swaying like a flag.

It was really cute.

But, since the appetizer was already served...

Richter moaned again as I took hold of his fully engorged cock. While keeping his hands fixed on his head, Richter tried to hide his face behind his arms, which made me laugh.

I gently stroked the hair on his chest and abdomen, and I could feel the penis in my hand pulsing with my rhythm. And when I started to stroke the huge cock that was already full of prostatic fluid, the hot and hard touch that came from it seemed like it was about to explode in the next moment.

Richter's body vibrated in rhythm with the slapping sound of the squeezing liquid, and he made no hesitation in making gasping sounds, as if he was leaving everything to me.

I met his blue eyes again, his pitiful expression was like that of a bullied puppy, which made me laugh again, and then I moved my head to comfort him with a real and deep kiss.

We lingered for a while, until the frequency and amplitude of Richter's body tightening became higher and higher, and his penis also swelled to the largest size in my memory, I forced myself to slow down and stop slowly, I don’t want to push him over the limit just because he is greedy for that very good feel.

After all, dessert is the main event.

We both panted heavily, taking some time to catch our breath and simply gaze at each other in silence.

“It’s in the nightstand,” Richter said hesitantly, that familiar embarrassed look on his face, the one I recognized when he forced himself not to look away. It was either because my intentions were too obvious, or this guy had once again read my emotions and guessed what I had in mind.

Of course, I couldn’t deny the possibility that maybe he was just as eager.

Thinking of that, I raised my right hand to my muzzle and dramatically stuck out my tongue, making sure Richter could clearly see as I slowly licked the edge of my paw.

“What are you doing? I told you it’s in the nightstand,” he sighed, rolling his eyes in exasperation, then gestured toward the air with two fingers. A dark-colored jar floated over, hovering beside us.

“I hate using something with no warmth,” I said, licking my paw a few more times, making sure there was enough saliva.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Richter sighed again, glancing at the jar before flicking his fingers. “Alright, thirty-seven degrees exactly. That should be…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, because it’s hard to speak properly while spasming and hissing through clenched teeth.

I held his scrotum with my right hand, gently pressed and kneaded it, and scratched the perineum with the ends of my nails.

"I still don't understand why you are so insistent...ah..." The white wolf's tangled facial features and panting look are a sight worth slowly appreciating. So I slowed down the insertion of my fingers a little, giving myself a moment to savor the moment. But after a while, he wanted to speak again, so I had to put a second finger in, feeling the sphincter muscles contract with the frequency of the wolf's body shaking.

When I found the prostate and started compressing, Richter screamed again, but it was a sound I could tolerate.

"Looks like anatomy knowledge really comes in handy!" I teased, but unless the hoarse gasp was a new attempt to express dissatisfaction, I don't think Richter had much of an opinion this time.

I held the base of his penis without making any movement. I just felt the intense contractions that were synchronized with my pressing movements. When Richter began to grit his teeth and struggle, I squeezed the prostate hard, and a large amount of transparent liquid gushes out from the urethral opening. Before the liquid started to float around, I applied it along the outline of the glans to the coronal sulcus, and finally It's on the penis with dilated blood vessels.

Richter made a wailing hiss, prompting me to tighten my grip, and then pushed from the base of the penis to the tip, squeezing out more prostate fluid and smearing it all over my hands.

White Wolf panted hard and didn't say anything about my applying the mucus on his anus for the time being.

"It feels bad without the temperature." After it was almost done, I explained my opinion. "And you also said that it's important to be well prepared!" I pulled out my hand, took off my pants, and grabbed his hair. "You can never have too much lubrication, right?"

I inserted my fully erect penis into Richter's mouth and thrust in slowly. Stroking the sensitive spot behind his right ear, I could feel the slippery warmth of the wolf's long, flexible tongue, fully covering my penis.

My breathing also began to quicken, and the endless pleasure made me couldn't help but press the wolf's head, insert the penis completely, and then hold the end of his mouth and slowly pull it out, enjoying the pleasure of being sucked by the vacuum. After repeating it several times, I almost reached climax, so I had to use all willpower I have to pull out my penis.

Richter looked at me with his blue eyes and gasped. From those eyes that could see through my soul, I saw what I looked like - I had a sinister smile on my face.

I moved my body so that we were facing each other, grabbed the white wolf's ankle with my left hand and raised it so that his buttocks were pressed against my thigh.

When I pressed my glans against Richter's anus, I could feel him shudder a little.

"Are you ready?" I asked softly, pushing my nose along the hair on his calves a few times.

The wolf nodded in response, but gritted his teeth and hissed as I thrust in.

I pushed forward slowly, allowing us both time to get used to the tight atmosphere and adjust our breathing and movements to each other's rhythm. After inserting the penis completely, I stopped for a while.

Being completely enveloped by the moisture and warmth??entering each other's bodies; accepting everything about each other.

"Uh..." I cleared my throat awkwardly after Richter had caught his breath, feeling embarrassed that the thought even crossed my mind. "I was wondering if... we could connect..."

"For Rationalism's sake!" Richter growled lowly. "Don’t even think about using connect for something like this!"

"I was just thinking about it," I replied, almost avoiding his gaze, but as the saying goes, when your dick's up someone else's ass, you tend to speak with more confidence. "You better not have considered using it like that."

Richter opened his mouth, but all he could do was remain frozen in place.

Ha, I knew it.

"If I say I’ll consider it later, will you drop the idea for now?" The white wolf finally sighed in defeat, sounding as if he were giving in.

"You're the best!" I said, leaning in to press our muzzles together.

This time, Richter surprised me by licking my nose first, making me shudder with ticklish delight.

He licked along my muzzle for a bit before slowly sliding his tongue between my lips. Accepting the invitation, I lightly nibbled on his tongue, letting our tips touch and dance against each other.

Tangled, rhythmic, and paced—like a dance.

As our breathing grew heavy and ragged once more, I resumed thrusting, driving us into an even hotter, more intense passion.

Richter tried to reach for me, but I mischievously tightened the bonds of Domination, keeping his arms raised helplessly above him—finding more and more pleasure in the situation.

I held the firm, strong white wolf tightly, our fur rubbing together with a soft rustling melody. Accompanied by the sound of our bodies colliding and the increasing chaotic vibrations filling the air, we became a symphony—a full-blown orchestra.

I think I could finally understand Richter’s taste in music.

The exciting pleasure made me increase the rhythm of thrusting, and the increased thrusting rhythm brought more exciting pleasure.

The infinite superposition of circles is like a merciless torrent or a majestic wave, pushing us step by step to the critical point of everything.

"I'm almost here," I whispered, making sure Richter heard. "Want to come together?"

He nodded, managing to give me a clear answer between gasps and moans.

The muscles all over the lean white wolf's body were tangled and tense, as if he would convulse if he went down any further.

I used my right hand to reach down to Richter's crotch, grabbed the swollen cock that was shaking as I thrust more and more crazily, and started to stroke it frequently.

Under such strong stimulation, we can only act instinctively and cannot think.

When I was about to reach the climax, I increased the speed of stroking Richter, causing him to growl lowly. I responded by biting his shoulder, which made the white wolf roar even wilder.

I could tell from the way the penis swelled in my hand that he was reaching his limit.

When I climaxed with a fierce final thrust and ejaculated wildly, the hot cock in my paw began to contract violently, spurting out thick liquid in bursts. Richter's body was so tight that it seemed to be broken and trembling.

For a moment, I couldn’t tell which way was up or down.

The world spun around us, but I didn’t care.

In this eternal drift, direction lost its meaning.

Because we had each other.

This was the anchor at the center of the world, the most beautiful blue dot in the infinite void.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or when exactly we had parted, but I did know that the lingering haze of the climax had finally begun to fade, allowing my mind to clear.

The first image that came into view was of Richter, still disheveled, making a few gestures in the air, gathering the floating or clinging white fluid and tossing it into the waste disposal.

“Don’t laugh, fluids are dangerous in zero gravity,” he said sternly.

I rolled my eyes in response. Only this guy could try to lecture me in a situation like this.

I turned over, giving the floor a gentle push, and wrapped myself around the overly serious white wolf who had forgotten our shifts were over. I buried my nose deep into his pure white fur, inhaling Richter’s unique scent deeply while rubbing my face against him, trying to mix my own scent with his.

He let me hold him like that, and for a moment, we simply floated in the living quarters until the re-entry alarm blared.

“Alright, time to get ready,” Richter said, patting my head.

But I knew he could easily cancel out any effects of atmospheric re-entry, so I just kept holding onto him.

“What’s the matter?” he asked softly, patting my head in a soothing way.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “It just feels... strange somehow, but I can’t really put my finger on it.”

“Hmm...” The wolf looked thoughtful as he glanced at the tabletop terminal in the room. “It’s just the landing ceremony, no need to worry.” He chuckled softly, playing with my ear. “Besides, it’s Sigma Squad’s turn this time. It’s not much different from being aboard the ship.”

“Probably,” I muttered, giving up on analyzing the weird feeling. “Can we just... stay like this a bit longer?”

“Sure.” He turned around to hug me, resting his chin on my head.

In the weightless void, we held each other like that, sharing our body heat and listening to the rhythm of our synchronized heartbeats. In the vast silence of space, only the whispers of our hearts resonated.

“Zero gravity really has its own special charm, huh?”

“Yeah, but I feel like I might throw up.”

“You really know how to ruin the mood.”

“I can be romantic too, you know?”

“So... are you sure you don’t want to try connecting during...”

“Luther!”