One of the "bad" endings from my sci-fi choose your own adventure book [A Hunt Admist Gilded Stars](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D5BSVXSS). It's a bit out of context, but I think there's enough for it to stand on its own here. I welcome any feedback!

“Whoo, look at her now! Cock-drunk already!”

You grip the naked Levaharin by the hips and pound her clenching folds hard enough to jiggle her breasts after every thrust. She tries to say something, but all that comes out is gasping moans and incoherent encouragement.

“Goddess, he’s really got her on the ropes, huh?”

“Fuck her up, boy!”

A pink imp of a lady slaps your ass hard enough to leave an imprint. Your hips buck and your sweat-shined body flinches. The woman beneath you might be moaning puddy in your hands, but the collar and cuffs locked on your otherwise naked body make it clear who is really in charge.

One set of feminine hands reaches from behind you to explore the firm ridges of your chest and abs. The crewman who spanked you sidles around your side and drags your lips into a hungry kiss.

You never stop fucking the petite woman splayed out before you. Her legs squeeze tightly around your waist. The gasps and moans reach a glorious crescendo. Each of you cries out when the chem-enhanced climax takes you. Your arms and legs quiver and you stumble back. It’s hard to say whether it’s your own power or the several pairs of Levaharin hands groping your body that keeps you standing.

Either way you have a good view of your handiwork. Much to the collective joy of your mistresses, the crewmate “punished” by your cock is a panting, cum-stuffed wreck of a pirate now.

“Ha! Told you she wouldn’t last five minutes!”

“Hell yeah. I just hope she has my fifty credits ready, or else someone’s banned from the boy-toy for a week~”

Another set of hands pats and runs through your hair like some beloved pet while the rest lower you onto a couch in this den-turned-orgy. The cushions are warm and soft. Almost as soon as you settle a pair of the diminutive women sit at either side of you, stroking and caressing as they please. It’s almost become routine by now. You’ll get a chance to sit, catch your breath, and bask in the gentler adoration of the crew while they chat and occasionally make bets regarding your performance. At some point you’ll be given a tasty snack and something to drink.

Then one of the alien beauties is going to mount and ride your refreshed cock while her crewmates cheer. There’s a chance the one you fucked silly moments ago will want some payback too. Maybe not at this party, but one of these days she might activate those magnetic cuffs to make you kneel and eat her out while careful, cunning touches and merciless machines keep you painfully hard and denied until your begging amuses her enough to release you in every sense of the word.

Or maybe it’ll turn out that she enjoyed having you pin and pound her senseless, and she’ll make you do it all over again.

Such are the dilemmas and dangers of a hunter-turn-concubine.

End