A Strange Orbit (Closed)

[Blaanid]

They were on a mission now for several years, to make their way from Earth to explore the outer reaches of space. Their captain, Kendren was the only male that had come along, while his second in command was Espa and all of the others were women.

During the long journey, Ohnora and Kendren had fallen in love and with the help of the crew they were married a little over a year ago.

Recently they had been orbiting a strange new star that was just now forming for the first time, the crew taking careful measures of the radiation and studying what happened when a star formed in the galaxy, especially one like this. But what they were not aware of, was that this star was currently having an affect on their bodies, Kendren mostly for his body began to change on the inside and outside at the same time, Ohnora finding out very quickly that her husband was acting a little strange, it was as though he was far more aggressive than she had ever known him, both in bed and while he was on duty.

She watched now as he looked at the other crew members as though he was suddenly attracted to all of the women on board, she herself wondering if this was just some kind of a wifely jealousy that had taken hold of her. But yet at the same time she could see how Espa, Blaanid and Morgos now looked upon him with the same hunger, as though she really was in danger of losing her husband!

 

[WriteWithMe]

Insatiable

He rose from their bed, his breath still heavy, his body drenched in sweat. Water, and lots of it, he commanded himself.

He got his fill, wrapping his lips around the tap and just sucking until he thought he would burst. He rose back up, leaned back against the counter ... and contemplated the common "household" faucet. His first ship, nothing more than an Academy training vessel, had been too small for an Arti-Grav System. He'd despised extended weightlessness; he'd redirected his studies, his training regimen, to achieve the status he now possessed for the expressed purpose of never again having to pee into an elastic-topped baggie.

He bellowed with laughter, then dropped his face to the spiggot and drank again.

He returned to the "bed chamber", as she liked to call it, and looked down upon her. "Hey."

She didn't respond.

"Hey!" he repeated, chuckling at his cruel humor. "Ready for more?"

Again, she didn't respond. She was dead to the world ... dead to the galaxy.

My god, what the hell was that about?

Earlier, he'd rushed to finish an analysis of the last radiation data before heading out to search for his wife. The star outside had been giving off some unusual radiation signatures that were preventing the crew from getting much time off.

He found Ohnora about as far astern as an unsuited human could be, grasped her by her wrist, and nearly dragged her the full length of the ship to their quarters to make love with her.

No ... that's not quite correct. Made love to her.

He'd literally ripped her clothes off -- the remnants of the gray and blue jumpsuit slung over the cardio-exercise machine -- and, still wearing most of his own, turned her away from him, parted her thighs, and pounded, pounded, pounded until he'd climaxed.

After, as he stripped his body bare, she looked up at him in genuine surprise. "My god, what the hell was that about?"

He just laughed, slid in to between her thighs, and began again, this time pleasuring them both ... then again ... then yet again.

When she began comically begging for a break, he ignored her. He rolled her to her belly, laid his weight firmly upon her, and began once more.

As he looked down on her now, her nude form splayed out upon the devastated bedding looked something like a rag doll dropped to the street by a careless child.

He contemplated again ... this time of the the word "insatiable". Its literal definition was "incapable of being satisfied". So ...was he insatiable? Ohnora had satisfied him again and again and again ... more times today than she had in the past ten days combined.

Yet ... he still wanted more. He still wanted more, and he knew that -- right now, this moment -- if he could bring her back to life, he could give her more still. He smiled broadly; he hadn't made love to a passed woman since college. He considered the thought. Naw ... he didn't remember it being that much fun the first time.

A soft tone alerted him to a presence at the door. He crossed the room and flung it open. "What?"

Espa opened her mouth to speak, but didn't as she got an eyeful of her superior officer, naked to the bone and ... stiffened.

He hadn't meant to be inappropriate; his mind was simply somewhere else. He repeats, "What?"

Espa lifts a CompuPad and begins reading numbers, giving him her situational report.

"Why?" he interrupts her.

She looks up from the Pad, confused. "Why what?"

"Why are you bothering me with this now?"

She cocks her head. "Because ... I always read it to you when your duty shift starts."

"Then wait until my duty shift starts, for crying out loud. I'm busy here."

Espa glances conspicuously down to his penis, then chuckles. She slaps the CompuPad to his bare chest. "Your duty shift started two hours ago!"

"What?"

She lifts her arm up to his face, shows him her chronometer.

His eyes open with surprise ... and his lips widen with pride. He glances back at the still "dead" Ohnora, who it would seem he'd been making love to for the better part of seven hours.

He looked back to Espa, catching her gazing much lower on his chiseled physique. He clears his throat.

She takes her time raising her eyes to him, then smiles. "It would seem that perhaps you forgot how the chain of command works around here, Captain."

Oblivious, he asks, "Excuse me?"

She half turns to leave, hesitates, then give the swollen head of his penis a little tap. She turns and heads away down the passage, informing him over her shoulder, "I'm supposed to be saluting you ... no the other way around."

He laughs and steps out into the passageway to watch her departure. She's a beautiful, sexy woman -- like Ohnora in some ways, not like her at all in others.

As she climbs the ladder at the passage's end, her jump-suited ass swinging with each step upwards, he begins to think ... begins to think thoughts that for the past several months have been filling his brain far more often than they ever had.

He returns to his and his wife's "bed chamber", closing the door. As he stares down at her immobile body -- trying to remember for certain, did I or did I not enjoy fucking that unconscious Co-Ed -- it occurs to him that these feelings ... these urges ... began just a few weeks after they'd reach Station, after they'd fallen into orbit around their target star.

Coincidence, he thinks, chuckling again; he abandons any more thought of mauling Ohnora further and heads to the bathroom to prepare for the shift he's already late to. Coincidence. I mean ... think about it: stars don't make you horny ... right?

 

[Blaanid]

Espa could no longer concentrate after seeing her Captain in the nude, that long thick cock of his on her mind constantly now as she manned the bridge, she remembering how hard he felt when she tapped him.

Thoughts were now entering her mind again and again of how it would feel if he would just slide it deep inside of her. She knew that thinking about him in such a way was completely wrong and wanted to stop, but couldn't! In fact she had found that as she made her way back to the bridge her own cunt was now in a constant state of wetness, her own nipples hard and aroused as though someone had been playing with them, mauling her breasts and touching her body in a most pleasurable way. She kept herself in a constant state of busy then, doing all she could to keep her mind off of such things as fucking her Captain, thoughts of her belly becoming round with his child now enter her mind and scaring her greatly as the thoughts had begun to get even more intense to the point that she began to fear that she really was losing her mind!

Ohnora had heard everything that was going on as her husband discussed things with his second in command, yet she couldn’t wrap her mind around what was really going on, her body and mind was still in a constant fog over what had happened overnight, she suddenly remembering that her husband had fucked her for hours and hours straight, he taking her as though he were some kind of dangerous feral animal, fucking her deep and rough, not even giving her a break!

What shocked her the most was how he was able to get hard and ready almost immediately after cuming inside of her, she rolling over in bed and giggling at him playfully as he was clearly still trying to wrap his mind over how late in the morning it was now saying, “If you want to get me pregnant Kendren, you could have just said so. Have you been taking those drugs that keep you hard? I have never known you to have such stamina!”

she rolled over in bed again, her body sore and still tired from the “fun” that they had the night before and moaned to herself that she would get to her work later in the day, she suddenly feeling too tired and sluggish to get much done anyway.

 

[WriteWithMe]

Taking on all Takers

Kendren headed for the bridge via the mess decks, as he always did, snagging a double serving of protein bar and vitamin shake to replace some of the energy he'd expended satisfying himself with Ohnora over -- he smiled again -- seven hours.

He hadn't made love to a woman like that in, oh, years. Sure, he was still fit and still had great stamina; when he and Ohnora had married almost six years ago, they'd made love every night, sometimes for an hour, maybe two. But, it was about love for them, not lust; they weren't counting orgasms or endlessly searching for yet another horizontal surface that they could say, "done it there" on.

Making love as a 48 year old was a different act than making love as an 18 year old, or a 28 year old, or even a 38 year old. Kendren satisfied Ohnora, Ohnora satisfied Kendren ... then they cuddled, said their "I love you's" and went to sleep with the knowledge that they were no longer alone in this vast black empty void they called home.

But ... things were changing ... had been for weeks. Kendren was ... well, he was changing as well.

It was 15 years ago that he was first offered the "Spiredore" He'd overseen the recruitment of 300 highly skilled applicants in Engineering, Asto-Physics, Computer Programming, Human Biology and Anatomy, and more. Over the course of 7 years, he'd personally whittled that 300 to a mere 25, only to be told that the Program's Administrators were going to be selecting the "Final Four".

Kendren didn't like the idea, and made his feelings clear. These five people would be in space with each other -- and only each other -- for almost two Standard decades. At the time, in an argument with a Program Director, Kendren hadn't been able to name two people he knew who had had a successful marriage that had lasted that long.

"And you're going to throw me into a metal can with four strangers!" he'd bellowed. "Then shoot us at Horo ... a quarter of the way across the Milky Way ... and see if we can get along?"

He'd said his piece, and been ignored. And when the final 25 -- 19 men and 6 women -- had been whittled down to 4 women, Kendren began to suspect there was something just not right.

"They're highly qualified," the Director had defended.

"I know they're highly qualified! I'm not an idiot. I recruited them. They're the best at what they do, or I wouldn't have brought them on board in the first place."

When the man asked him if he had a problem with women in general, he'd wanted to pick up the little scale model rocket on the man's desk and bury it into his heart.

"And I'm not a sexist either," he'd finished, signing off on the choices and saying, "Okay, let's get started."

No, Kendren's problem with the crew's makeup hadn't been about him and four women, it'd been about one person of one gender and four persons of the other gender. Three hundred years of "manned" missions -- a phrase no longer used, but still ironic for this mission, Kendren thought -- had shown that any time a multi-gender crew had but one member of either sex, there was an increase in both sexual tensions and social disorder.

Kendren would have been much happier having either one more male or all males, rather than the crew the Administrators had finalized.

By the end of the year long Crew Training, however, Kendren had made an about face. The five of them functioned well, better than any team he'd ever been a part of.

And once on their way, their teamwork was incomparable. Kendren began to forget he was speeding away from home with four women ...

Until he fell in love with Ohnora. And it was love, not lust, as most of his relationships had begun. They'd married on board, just a few weeks beyond the One year mark of the mission's start. There had been no resentments between the crew members -- they were a team, almost family. It had made sense for Kendren and Ohnora to marry; the other crew members had practically forced it upon them.

The other crew members, Kendren now thought, standing on the mess decks finishing his third protein bar and still feeling he hadn't had enough to restore his balance.

He'd started seeing them differently now. The other crew members ... the other women ... the females. Over the past few weeks, he'd started noticing things about each ... sexual things, erotic things ... that he hadn't thought of since he'd first laid eyes on them eight long years ago ...

Espa's beautiful firm ass ...

Blaanid's sumptious lips ...

And Morgos's ever-hard, nipples.

He was finding it impossible to keep their features ... all of their features ... their entire sexual being out of his mind.

And his own personal physical changes weren't helping either. He'd found that he was swelling for deployment at the sight -- even the smell -- of any of his female crew members.

And he was bigger -- he'd actually checked! (Shortly after their marriage, Kendren had commented, in jest, that he didn't have "enough" for Ohnora. Then, that very day, she went down on him, got him as hard as he could be, then whipped out a ruler and measured him for length and girth while he laughed hysterically at her. And now he had gained nearly an inch in each measurement with no apparent reasoning.)

He finished the last protein bar, gulped down a shake, and headed for bridge.

As he passed through the Comfort Lounge, he caught sight of Blaanid and Morgos sitting close together, whispering and giggling like school girls. He halted before they noticed him, backed and took a long moment to stare.

Upon the mission's start, Kendren often wondered, as any red-blooded male alone on a ship with four women would, about whether any combination of the four women had ever quenched their desires with one another. He had never seen any evidence of such "entanglements", had never seen either of the women even glance at another in "that way".

It was just his dirty mind, he told himself. Of course, once he had taken Ohnora as his bride, that answered the question about her; but he had still, until just recently, always wondered -- even hoped, for their own contentment -- whether or not they were "relieving" themselves of the daily grind with ... a nightly one.

And now, staring in at Blaanid and Morgos ... lips and nip's ... he desperately wanted them to be passionate lovers, not for their benefit but for his. Because Kendren wanted them both -- Espa too -- and with his new energy and drive, he was ready to take on all takers together.

 

[Blaanid]

Today Espa had been having some problems with what she thought was an issue with her uniform, her breasts had begun over the last few weeks to no longer fit right in her jumper suit, she wondering if somehow the replicators had begun to change the sizes of her uniforms for some reason. It seemed that her breasts no longer fit in her uniform correctly anymore, she having to go so far as to wear a t-shirt under her cloths so that she could leave her top unzipped to allow her “girls” some more room as though they were growing.

She even noticed that the texture of her long red hair had changed, to become softer and more healthy looking, to the point that she really didn't want to pull it up anymore, she wanting instead to feel it flowing down her back, to feel those wonderful soft locks of hers touching her skin as she worked. But for now the only thing that she could do was address the problem of her own breasts no longer fitting in her uniform. Finally she relaxed in the captain's chair since she had bridge duty until Kendren finally got his ass back in gear and let her take the helm soon, they needed to be on the other side of the sun by the next morning to allow the computer to get some more readings from the sun soon so assist Blaanid and Morgos in their own studies.

It was then that she pressed the com button, speaking directly to her Captain and teasing him with her most delicious voice, “Are you still coming Captain?”

Blaanid and Morgos that morning had been giggling about how they had noticed that the Captain himself had become more and more attractive over the last few weeks, they talking among themselves seeing how that unmistakable bulge in his pants was becoming more and more noticeable each day, they both wondering if Ohnora was no longer giving him what he needed at night anymore, or if there was something else entirely going on when he was around them.

Ohnora had finally decided that she had better get up and dressed to get some stuff done today, she right away getting into the sonic shower, washing her body and long dark brown hair as she looked down at her body, noticing that her belly was no longer as flat and fit as it once was, she frowning at the thought of becoming out of shape, yet remembering that she worked out vigorously three days a week, but pushed such troubles out of her mind as she dressed and made her way down to the lab and checked in on the medial appointments that she might have today.

 

[WriteWithMe]

The Bridge

Kendren climbed the ladder to the Bridge Level, then paused. The pressure hatch to the bridge was open; procedure called for it be closed at all times.

He walked forward, dropping his feet lighter than normal ... not sneaking ... just ... okay, he was sneaking -- he knew Espa was on Bridge Duty, and ... well he didn't really know what "and" was. He was winging it.

He stepped onto the bridge, and froze.

Espa was ... what ...? What was she doing? Her head was tilted forward, her hands were before her bosom; she seemed to be ... feeling herself up?

Kendren smiled wide at the thought of catching one of the "girls" masturbating, particularly on the bridge. He knew she wasn't, of course; probably just fixing a button or lubing a zipper.

He slipped up behind her, ever so slowly, ever so quietly until he standing directly behind her, watching her tugging at her uniform, pulling her tee shirt this way and that.

He'd noticed recently that she'd stopped wearing a bra, on duty or off. He'd wondered whether that was a new change, or an old change that he'd only noticed recently with his own personal increase in yearnings and physical prowess.

He was hard again, huge and throbbing. He wanted her so badly. And she was right here. And his wife would be passed out for hours ... he now hoped.

And then he remembered: she'd played with his dick not 30 minutes earlier. She had played with it, hadn't she? He hadn't imagined that.

And besides! I'm the captain. I'm your superior officer. You work for me, and I tell you what to do!

He stepped boldly forward, and "seized" Espa. His left hand went under her left arm, rushed up to cover her mouth even before she could speak or scream or cry out or what ever might have gone through her mind.

His right arm went around her waist, just below her breasts. And together, they lived Espa easily out of the Captain's chair.

She grunted into his hand, a totally incoherent sound, that he ignored.

He lifted her, arms and legs flailing, and forced onto her back on the Map Table. Controlling her was easy; she was either too frightened to fight, or too shocked, or possibly believed Kendren was playing some kind of a game.

He even fantasized for a moment that she wanted this as much as he did. Why wouldn't she? He was the man; he was more man than she could want; he was too much man for his own wife.

He maneuvered her, slipped up between her thighs, pressed their jump suited groins hard together. Then ... he drew a deep breath, relaxed his grips on her, pulling his hand from her mouth.

"We can do this the easy way," he explained, grasping the front zipper to her suit and slowly beginning to pull it down her front. "Or we can do it the hard way."

And he smiled.

 

[Blaanid]

Espa had been having a horrible time at getting comfortable in her jump suit suddenly before her Captain had joined her on the bridge, she still didn't understand fully, but her breasts were aching and the only real relief that she could get was when she let her zipper come fully down to allow her breasts the freedom that they so needed at this point.

But when he snuck up behind her, forced her upon her back upon the bridge map table and felt that thick hard cock of his now pressing into her through their jump suits, she really did feel her womanly juices wet through her uniform until the blue color turned almost black there between her legs.

And as if her moans were not enough to give away just how aroused that this made her feel, her nipples had become so large and hard, that they were now showing through her t-shirt, they seeming to poke out and beg to be felt up.

She didn't even scream after his hand was removed from her mouth, it was as though what he was doing to her now was meant to be, in her mind that this was what was supposed to happen, her body seeming to hungry for his and smiled to herself knowing that the bridge would be on lock down for a few hours now, long enough for them to rut like animals in heat, it dawning on her that the needs and the changes in her own body reminded her very much of her days in college in studying certain animals where the females went into heat.

She finally smiled at her Captain in a knowing fashion moaning to him saying, “I think this star as put me in heat, and done something to us all to need this!” She wrapped her legs around him, showing him that she was willing and able to take him, she moaning to him saying, “Fuck me, fill me. I want to be mated!”

 

[WriteWithMe]

Kendren grasped Espa's lapels and ripped savagely outward, splitting the jump suit clear to her crotch, then repeated the same with his.

He groped between her thighs, finding sopping wet panties. He hooked a finger through them and ripped upwards, tearing them apart.

 

[Blaanid]

Espa just couldn't help herself, already she was ready, her legs nicely spread, her womanly scent filling the room as her clothing was partially shred from her body. She moaned for him almost savagely, enjoying the strength that it took to tear her cloths from her body, watching as that thick cock once more sprang free as he tore his own clothing open.

It felt as though her cunt was already hungry to be stuffed with that cock, her hips already rotating up and down slightly as though she were already being fucked, she seeming now more than ever wanting to rub herself against him, wanting to feel that long thick cock of hers stuff its way inside of her love channel and to feel him spill his powerful seed into her womb.

And it was this time she eyed him playfully, her fingers tracing up and down his strong chest, moaning out loud to him softly saying, “You want me here and now? Claim me, take me! Stuff that monster of a cock of yours inside of me.” Yet her expression was at the same time telling him that she was more than fertile as her body gave off the scent of a female in need to be inseminated!

 

[WriteWithMe]

Kendren reached back, pulled Espa's legs from their wrap around him. He slid each arm behind her thigh, under her knee; his powerful hands grasped the warm flesh of her upper thighs.

He positioned himself at her wet hole ... and pushed with all his might.

She screamed at the intrusion, his extra girth a size too large for her comfort.

But he ignored her pain and pushed again, pushed his entire length within her until his groin slammed against the back of her thighs.

He withdrew, then slammed, with drew and then slammed.

She was still crying out, but with each successive thrust, the scream escaping her throat was consistently moving from pain to great pleasure.

He sensed something different in what they were doing, different from fucking Ohnora ... for that was what he had done to his wife ... not making love to her, but fucking her. There had been no love involved, only lust ... pure animal lust.

And then he realized what it was: her scent. She was ovulating. How did he know that? How could he know that. Science claimed that the Human male had lost the ability to sense when a female was in heat about the same time that sex for procreation began moving aside, making room for sex for pleasure's sake.

Espa was ovulating, no doubt about it, and ... with a final fierce plunge into her warm, wet interior, Kendren erupted with an accomplished, proud cry that echoed through out the entire Command portion of the Spiredore.

Euphoria ran through him as he ejaculated his seed, pumping, pumping, pumping ... His ecstasy was only heightened with the knowledge that he was performing his calling.

 

[Blaanid]

There was an expression on his face, something of pure pride and of accomplishment as he came inside of her. She moaned with need as she felt him withdraw from her body, feeling his seed begin to ooze from her cunt, a sudden relief seemed to wash over her body as she realized that he had cum inside of her, she giggling playfully at him saying, “Perhaps we should have used protection?” Yet at the same time in her mind she knew that she wanted something else, that she needed something else that she just couldn't put to words. Espa kissed his mouth hotly, her still tingling body buzzing with arousal as she rubbed up against him.

Yet as she used the replicator to dispose of their torn clothing and replace it with new clothing, she moaned to him saying, “I think that we are really going to be using the replicators in such fun new ways.”

When Ohnora had gotten to her lab, she began to feel a little off, a little sick as she began to run her experiments. She knew that she and Kendren had discussed the possibilities of having kids even on this mission, after all the ship had been equipped to house a crew of about 300 in the first place, so they naturally had plenty of room on board. So she took out her own testing tray and began to take samples of her own blood to test, and by the end of her own shift, she had found out to her own delight that Kendren had no doubt made himself a daddy over the last few weeks.

 

[WriteWithMe]

Kendren had sensed something different fucking Espa, realized it had been her scent, realized she was ovulating ...

Then, somehow, he understood: that was why he had searched her out. It had been his motivation, the truth behind his lust and drive -- he wanted to impregnate Espa.

And, as he slumped atop her, his entire muscular bulk collapsed upon her, he began to see other differences between fucking Espa and -- just an hour earlier -- fucking Ohnora ... his wife.

Over seven hours, their time together had evolved -- or devolved -- from passion to, essentially, consensual rape, as -- after Ohnora had simply surrendered her body -- Kendren had continued to pound and pound and pound until he came, then started the process over once more.

The only similarity between this mauling of Ohnora and way they had made love previously was, to be quite specific, his ejaculations. Ohnora's orgasms over their six years together could vary dramatically, from short quiet tremblings that may have rolled her head back a bit, to scream-filled, minutes-long eruptions that left her flailing, then exhausted -- and the other eavesdropping crew members laughing hysterically.

Kendren's own orgasm, while always a source of great enjoyment and satisfaction, had all been the same sort of affair, with the same level of mind blowing ecstasy, the same trembling and relief ... even -- and this was what he was thinking of now -- the same general number of ejaculations of semen into his Love's receptive interior.

But here, atop Espa, he had come to realize that, as he erupted inside her, he had pulsed and pulsed and continued to pulse ... until he had not another drop of semen, another cell of sperm, with which to fulfill his unconscious-until-now need to create live within her.

And -- also different from his time with his wife oh so shortly ago -- now that he had so suredly impregnated Espa ... he was done! Over! Finished!

He lifted his weight from her, withdrew, backed away. He dropped into the Captain's chair. He looked down to his groin, saw the massive erection that he'd barely been "separated" from almost eight hours. It was drooping ... shrinking, laying slowly over to a long absent state of relaxation.

He was spent. How could he be spent? They'd fucked just minutes, maybe not that; he'd fucked Ohnora seven hours ... seven ... hours!

He knew the reason, of course ... sensed it: he had accomplished his mission. Espa was with child.

As he watched her, still lying there atop the map table, her chest still heaving, her breathing, as his, echoing thoroughout the darkened bridge, he glanced up at a bank of monitors displaying views of the various compartments throughou the massive ship.

There, on one volume-deprived screen, huddled close together, presumably still giggling and whispering, were Blaanid and Morgos ... lips and nips ...

And, to his relief, Kendren's manhood again began to make its presence known.



Espa offered Kendren a new jump suit, quipping, “I think that we are really going to be using the replicators in such fun new ways.”

He looked past her -- at the monitor, at Blaanid and Morgos -- and, with a mischievous smile said, "Yes ... I'm sure we all will."

Espa seemed to detect a message in his voice. She followed his gaze to the bank of monitors, then turned back with an indistiguishable expression.

Had she understood what he was getting at? he wondered. Did she suspect that he now had serious designs on her fellow crew mates? Did he really care whether she did or not?

He had watched her strip the wrags from her body, and now watched as she slipped into the new pair she'd created. She joked that she was having to "let out the bust line", to which Kendren had mused, If I've done my work right, you'll be letting out more than that in a very short period of time.

He was torn on the idea of having successfully impregnated Espa on the first try. He felt no drive to fuck her again soon; not until he had done the same to the others, not until they were all carrying his child. But ... once he had completed his task ... he would come back to her. Oh, he would come back to her with a fury.

He stood and departed, saying nothing, unsure whether Espa -- her backside to him as she slipped into her clothes -- had even detected his departure.

He made his way into the bowels of the ship -- heading for the Comfort Lounge, for Blaanid, for Morgos -- when he passed by Ohnora's lab and spotted her before the central lab table, drawing blood from her arm.

He found it curious -- each of the crew gave fluid samples monthly for comparison studies, but that date had only recently passed by. He didn't find it curious enough to delay him, though, to keep the Captain of the Spiredore from checking in on his crew and ensuring their contentment and ... futures.

He stepped into the Comfort lounge, only to find it empty ... devoid of the playgrounds -- plural -- in which he had yearned so desperately to play.

Hmm... now what?

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid had bid her friend farewell in the comfort lounge she knowing that they both needed to get some work done today and both parted ways to go to their various stations.

Blaanid had made her way back to her own quarters for the day knowing that she needed to read up on some science journals before her own work started when they were on the other side of Horus, she looking over verticals and journals from others that had studied the star from earth years back and began comparing them to the data that had been gathered over the last few months.

A and knowing that she would not have to leave her quarters for the rest of the day she got herself out of her uniform and into a lose robe that was more comfortable to sit in while she studied in the hopes that the Captain would see that she was in her quarters and would take that as a hint not to disturb her today.

 

[WriteWithMe]

The control panel outside Blaanid's quarters indicated the door was locked. Until this moment, it had never occured to Kendren that that little red light did not indicate whether the door had been locked from the inside or the outside ... and therefore, there was no way of knowing whether or not Blaanid was "home".

He tapped the control panel, overriding the security code -- Captain's purogative -- and pushed the door open. If she was in her quarters, she would obviously see him enter without permission; if she wasn't home, she would see the second indicator light -- the one that only she, with her own private security code, could clear -- and would know that he had been there while she was out.

Either way, she'd know he had been there without an invite ... and either way ... he simply didn't care.

He only cared for one thing right now.

She was stretched out in the closest thing to a recliner that the Spiredore had to offer, reading from a file stamped "Raw Data". She was surrounded by journals and CompuPads, including one setting cock-eyed on the floor, a slowly revolving 3-D holographic image of Horo emanating from the tiny projector near its top.

Kendren had always admired her dedication to her work. But, here, now, as she lay back, looking up to him with surprise, what he was truly admiring was the naturally dark-red lips set about a flawless, fair face ... and the firm, forward-thrusting breast that her partially opened robe was threatening to expose.

He set his eyes upon it, seeing only the tiniest hint of its pink areola, marking the location of the just-out-of-view nipple that his child would be nourished by in the not-so-distant future.

He closed the door behind him, leaned back against it ... and smiled.

 

[Blaanid]

For some reason , Kendren's smile troubled her. In so many ways his expression was loaded, giving a signal that this visit was not about ship business at all. Right away she stood up from her recliner, her robe now showing off just how round and large her breasts were beneath, and as she was completely unaware, she was giving off a scent that signaled to him that she was indeed ovulating just like Espa on the bridge, giving him a wonderful note of her womanly smell that told him that she was more than ready to take his seed!

Blaanid wasn't sure exactly what to say at first, she knew that if there was some kind of emergency that he would not have an expression depicting excitement like he had right now and further more he would be looking upset or even aggravated that she was in her robe relaxing while there was something going wrong.

And so she stood up and addressed him sharply, forgetting that this was his ship, she was still very much on duty and he could come and go as he pleased during her duty shift saying, “What is the meaning of this Captain, my door was locked for a very good reason, I am studying and it is very inappropriate of you to come in here when I am not fully dressed, whatever it is that you need you can come back when I am dressed and ready.”

 

[WriteWithMe]

Kendren smiled broadly; Blaanid's robe -- its buttons unfastened, leaving only the waist belt to keep it secured -- had revealed even more of her as she'd stood.

He was ready to take her, rebuke aside, when he was surprised to notice that his penis was entirely limp. What the hell?

He could smell her, the same scent Espa had been exuding when he'd taken her ... so why wasn't he ready?

His powers of perception, his reasoning, his intuition ... they were all on high alert ... had been for weeks ... since ...

Yes, since arrival at Horo! It was no coincidence, he was certain. Something in his subconscious -- something just below the surface, just out of reach -- told him that Horo was the cause of this ... behavior. And more than that, something told him that this was the way it was meant to be.

As he ignored Blaanid's contestations about his inappropriate entry into her abode, that perception, reasoning, and intuition spoke to him, told him why he had been more than adequately prepared to do his duty with Espa -- on the bridge and still in her uniform -- and yet was unprepared to do the same with the just-as-beautiful, just-as-fertile, just-as ovulating Blaanid, who was in her quarters and dressed in such an easily discarded piece of cloth.

It was permission. Not conscious, but unconscious permission.

From Espa, he had been sensing her lust for him for weeks, and her attention to his flagpole of a penis, within meters of his unconscious wife, had only been the straw that tweaked the camel's dick.

No ... he needed Blaanid's lust. He needed to feel her want him.

It wasn't enough for her to recognize the recent changes in his physique -- somehow, he'd known that her giggling and whispering session with Morgos had been solely about their Captain.

It wasn't enough for her to wonder about his sex life or abilities between the sheets ... or atop a Map Table, he mused.

It wasn't enough for her to fantasize about what it would be like to be with her Captain, the master of the ship, and the only male within 63 million light years of her.

No ... she had to want him! Not fantasy, not imagination, not speculation. Desire ... actionable desire and intent.

And Kendren wasn't going to incite actionable intent by standing across the room from her, listening to her lecture him -- for right or for wrong -- about his respecting the privacy of the rest of the crew.

He began toward her, slowly, conspicuously eying the fair skinned breast that she, so far, had done nothing to conceal from his view.

"I need to talk to you, Blaanid," he said firmly, looking to the floor and using his booted toe to shove a stack of reports half way across the room. "I need to talk to you here ... in the privacy of your chambers ... yes, while you are in a state of undress."

She snapped back, "Talk to me about what?

Kendren now less than a meter from her, able to smell her aluring scent as well as if he'd lifted a bush-ripened strawberry to his nose, reached to the zipper of his jump suit and began pulling it down slowly. "About your desires for me, my fertile, fair-skinned vessel."

Her eyes widened at his inappropriately forward statement.

And now, he thought, want me ... want me ... WANT ME!!

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid was speechless, her mouth just gaped open for what seemed eternity as her own Captain was coming onto her so openly, she watching even now as he was undressing before her, the very thought of him between her legs made her wet.

Her nipples began to harden, they becoming so erect and hard that they ached to be touched, to be rolled within his large strong fingers. She suddenly finding that she was thinking of what it would be like to fuck him, remembering how she and Morgos were talking about him earlier, how his cock some days made a very large visible bulge within his uniform to tell them all that someone in the room was turning him on and very often his own wife was no where around to be doing this to him!

She tried to back away from him, her body becoming even more welcoming to the idea of him fucking her, taking her and filling her. She remember hearing him speaking about her as a vessel, but a vessel of what. It didn't completely dawn on her until she had fallen backward upon her bed, her legs spread nice and wide as she struggled to maintain her sanity as he got closer to her! She was finding now that her mind was telling her that she wanted to see that long thick cock of his spring free from his uniform, to feel something long and thick slide into her, to make her moan like she knew that he made Ohnora moan like a banshee in the night again and again!

 

[WriteWithMe]

Little Girls

Kendren felt the swelling in his groin, a growth spurt so sudden that it dizzied him to unsteadiness.

She wants me ...

Blaanid backed away from him, shuffling her feet around the piles of work, then fell back upon her bed. Her robe opened further, revealing a narrow swath of white flesh ... neck ... breast ... belly ... thigh.

She wants me ...!

Kendren stepped out of his slip-ons and pulled the jump suit from his shoulders, dropping it to gather about his sockless feet. He was naked, having either destroyed or simply discarded all other clothing items as a result of his earlier encounter with Espa.

He stepped out of the piled jump suit, moved to the bed, to one knee and one hand to hover closely over the anxious looking Blaanid.

He paused for a moment ... sensing her ... reading her.

Ache ... wet ... hardened ... erect ... his cock ... welcoming ... fill me up!

Kendren could feel it all ... almost hear her asking him to fuck her.

She said nothing as he untied the loose knot before her, pulled the tie away, opened her robe to reveal her all to him.

And he paused ...

She was so different than the other women he'd had tonight.

Ohnora, his beloved, was trim and muscular with nary an ounce of fat on her body except -- where it counted for Kendren -- in those firm, "c"-cupped her breasts; an avid sports addict, if she wasn't on duty or in the Galley whipping up one of her unbelievable gourmet meals for the crew, she was in one of the Spiredore's two gyms, where she often spent two or three hours a day on physical exercise machines or running in the HoloGraphic Environmental Machine.

Espa was also fit and strong -- physical ability and good health had been a requirement for application to the Horo Survey Mission -- but she was fuller, with large, "d" cup breasts and wide, sexy hips.

And now, here, looking down upon Blaanid, Kendren found ... youth. It was the first word that came to him. Oh, she wasn't a child, of course; none of them were. Bachelors degree, Masters, PhD -- two of them, Kendren recalled -- as well as a previous mission to Mars as a mandatory resume builder for the venture out to Horo.

She was young relative to her experience, younger than Kendren was for his own.

But here, he saw flawless tight skin ... firm, perfect breasts ... a China Doll face that, like the rest of her, showed none of the scars of time that every person seemed to pick up as their years progressed.

It was like she'd been molded yesterday and laid out her today for his own inspection and approval ... and exploitation.

And at the "v" of her upper thighs -- where Ohnora had retained her full bush of dark hair ... and where Espa had so erotically trimmed the kinky curled muff that was as fiery red as the mane on her head -- Blaanid was as smooth and bare and naked baby's butt.

A chill of excitement rushed up Kendren's spine. It was like being back on Io, with Amee, losing their virginities together at -- his mother had said -- an unacceptable age of just 14.

Kendren laid his free hand softly upon Blaanid, looked up into her eyes ... and smiled softly.

This ... he was going to be gentle at ...

This ... he was going to do as if it was only her first time ...

This ... this was going to take all night.

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid had hardly ever been with a man, she had spent most of her time in her studies and with her work. She had pushed all idea of family and relationships aside to experience her own path in life to discover new mysteries in the world.

Yet now as she laid beneath this man that she knew as her Captain, her commanding officer, she began to feel something deep inside telling her that this was what she wanted, something that she needed! Thoughts passed through her mind at the idea of him taking her from behind and riding her like an animal in the great mating dance!

She tried to speak, every time she opened her mouth to say anything, only moans came from her, it was as though she was already feeling the pleasure that would soon ensue between them. Her body already knew what he was after, yet her mind had not yet caught up, instead she couldn't take her eyes off of his nakedness, that long thick monster of a cock. She never knew that a man could get that big, that he could be that long and thick, and then the idea of him fitting inside of her was absolutely unimaginable, she suddenly finding herself struggling to get free of him. Suddenly moving on the bed and rolling over onto her belly without realizing that as she did this, her hips moved up just perfectly to give him perfect access to take her deep from behind as she attempted to get away on her hands and knees!

 

[WriteWithMe]

Blaanid moved quickly, deeper into the bed, away from him.

Playing hard to get, or getting more comfortable, Kendren wondered.

She tried to turn away. His knee was upon her robe, his weight holding it in place; it pulled from her body, revealing her back side to him ... the dip of her arched spine, the curve of her white cheeks.

As she raised her body, he glimpsed the crevice that extended from the small of her back to between her thighs and, knowing what lay at the end of it for him, grasped her hips solidly and nearly forgot about his vow to make this slow ... gentle ... loving.

He paused, contemplated; he pulled her solidly back to him, held their bodies together, his penis pressing against the small of her back, his strong hands wrapped around her belly and breasts.

Gentle, he reminded himself. Gentle and sweet.

He felt her reaction to being seized: her breathing had sped, her heart pounded until his pressing hand. Her hands gripped his own; was she trying to pull his grip away, or was she only intentifying the bond between them, he wasn't sure.

"I'm going to make love to you," he whispered into her ear.

And before she could respond, he'd quickly spun her around to face him and, maneuvering her legs, moved in between her thighs and pressed her to the bed.

She looked frightened, as if no man had ever done such a thing to her before. The youth he'd imagined: was it more than just imagination? Was he feeling this way toward her -- the gentleness, the care, the loving embrace -- because she was in fact in experienced?

He took a moment to stare into her eyes, sense her, as he had earlier when at first he was still halfway across the room. He couldn't tell. Maybe it was inexperience; maybe it was just his imagination, spurred on by her perfect, youthful body.

"I'm going to make love to you," he repeated, getting from her the same piece of silence she'd given to him when first he had whispered it to her.

He lowered his face to her breasts, took a nipple softly into her mouth. She drew an excited breath, held it, released it with a sigh.

He lowered his mouth to her ribs, kissed ... to her belly button, kissed. He found the little valley of soft flesh where her belly met her thigh; he ran his tongue along it, first out to her hip, then back ... back ... back ... until ...

She writhed in his grip, anxious to escape -- still playing hard to get, or desperate to escape the inevitable, Kendren didn't know ... or care.

He pressed his mouth to her swollen warm pussy ...

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid let out a cry of both pleasure and release as she felt his mouth now upon her needy cunt, she not even realizing just how wet and aroused she was until he began to kiss her there, his hard strong body now holding her down to the point that she couldn't move, she couldn't escape and was very much unwilling to escape now feeling that mouth of his upon her tight little cunt.

The way his lips had felt upon her belly reminded her of something that she had been missing form her life, a sudden want and desire to find a man to have children with rushed through her mind, his words telling her that he was going to make love to her didn't make any sense until she felt that mouth of his upon her needy flesh, finally opening her up to his touch, the way he felt around her. She suddenly remembering how that long thick cock of his felt as he pressing it against her back before he had turned her around on the bed.

And it was remembering how thick and hard he felt that made her orgasm right there, she giving him a real taste of her sweet nectar, her floral sent filling the room even more now, as though to call any male that was willing and able to fill her womb, as though her body was advertising that she was very much ready to be pollinated!

 

[WriteWithMe]

Kendren opened his mouth wider, enveloped her pussy in it, shoved his tongue down upon her.

Gentle ... gentle! he reminded himself.

She struggled in his grip.

He reached his left arm under the back of her thigh, grasping her right arm at the wrist. He quickly repeated the same with the right hand, taking her left just as firmly. He laid flat on his belly, waist bent at the hips, his knees of the floor at the end of her bed. He pulled at her wrists, pulled her thighs against his shoulders; she was fully at his mercy, unable now to pull away.

And he pleasured her ... slow ... slow ... and slower still. His tongue pressed softly against her clit, flicked up and down, side to side, until a sudden reaction told him exactly what it was that made her squirm. And then he simply, softly, lovingly continued ... listening to her purrs becoming soft moans ... her moans becoming loud cries ...

She was delicious, a sweet taste that reminded him again of Anee on Io ... an innocent taste.

She struggled to pull away, rocked her hips defensively; he was tickling her, he imagined, that special oral sex tickled that a man had to get ever so close to to make his lover cum but never wanted to reach because it often interrupted the build up.

He slowed a bit, "regrouped" his thoughts, touched her differently; he listened close to her reactions ... found what worked, and continued.

He released his grip on her wrists slowly, moved his hands to her waist, to her hips, to her thighs. He gripped her tightly, pulling her to his face as he listened to her loud cries evolving into desperate screams for release.

Her back arched high as she exploded, her hands grasping the bedding below her fiercely, tugging, pulling the fitted sheets loose from the mattress with a sproing!

With Ohnora, Kendren would have continued pleasuring her, driving her on into a series of multiple orgasms or possible even one long, consistent extended climax that would only end when she could no longer breath properly and nearly pass out.

But here, with his "virgin", Kendren ceased his tongues activity, simply holding his mouth still upon her as she rose that cloud of euphoria ... and watched her with a conquering pride.

 

[Blaanid]

She knew what she needed, wanting and let out a long moan of release as she relaxed beneath his great massive body. Her full breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breathing, it giving him a good look at what soon would happen with her firm breasts once his child grew within her body.

Blaanid found herself spreading her legs further apart now, her hips now gyrating as if he was already fucking her, her cunt soaking wet from not only his warm saliva, but her own juices that continued to flow and lubricated her love channel to make her body more accepting of his massive cock.

She was a biologist and a expert on finding out what made a body produce certain types of hormones and she could now smell herself in the air, and moaned as she sensed that she was ovulating, she remembering how cum from the night before of masturbating was textured differently and smiled down to her dear Captain and moaned to him saying, “I can feel it you know, I can feel how you want to inseminate me, I started to ovulate last night!” She smiling to herself remembering all of those studies of when many women were kept in close quarters together for long periods of time and how their own fertility cycles would become the same and giggled thoughtfully saying, “We are all fertile, aren't we?”

She moaned again, the thought of fucking him once again overcoming her senses and driving her to pleasurable orgasm once more and moaned to him saying, “I want this!”

 

[WriteWithMe]

His mouth filled with her sweet taste, a taste he'd not known for 34 years, and he knew she was ready to take him inside.

He rose from his knees, placed them on the mattress; he leaned over her abdomen, his palms pressed onto the mattress flanking her rib cage, the fores of his thighs against the backs of her own, and pushed with his legs, easily sliding her away from the bed's end and into the middle ... where he would have her.

He laid atop her -- not on her, just hovering, their chests just touching -- as he positioned his hips until he found "her" with "him" ... and as he ever, ever so gently pressed forward ... as he'd done with pure innocent Amee those many lost years ago ... he lowered his face to hers ... and kissed her.

 

[WriteWithMe]

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