I knew that I had made a REALLY big mistake suggesting that she had a one-night-stand the weekend of the Freshers Ball, and that I had a lot of ground...to make up. I had been trying far too hard to prove that I had her best interests at heart, and had ended up totally ignoring her likely point of view.With hindsight, especially after her question about whether I was bored with her, I realised that I had come very close to losing her. She hadn't liked what she heard, and if she hadn't already. Believe it or not I get a lot of guys who follow me into the arcade from the streets. There's a "modeling studio" located in the same building, so a lot of them think I work there, but the girls at the counter know me and usually tell them what the deal is with me. Most do not care that I'm really a guy.It was a little slow at first, so I just hung out, talking to this one old fag who hangs out there. Then I heard the loud click of the door to the arcade and I knew someone was coming in. I was. She'd have to let this tempting morsel get away from her, but corvettes - especially Castle-class corvettes - have no business tangling with cruisers if they can help it, not without lots of backup. The nearest interceptors were far away, and as for Confederacy capital ships, her little command would be scrap before she could bring this bruiser within range."Evasive. Corkscrew up 20, starboard 34. Maximum thrust."The ship began to weave a complex pattern that would hopefully evade the cruiser's. Then her talons bite again. So I thrust. Together we build up a lovely rhythm. My bum may well be savagely marked in the morning but she well worth it. Nichole notices Constance’s colour change to blush pink, “Keep doing that little bro. She’s nearly there.” Several thrusts later and Constance bucks and digging her talons into my ass driving me in deeper. Her contracting pussy applies a delicious grasp on my dick holding me still within her. I’m sweating from my efforts as she rakes her talons.