A Strange Orbit (Closed)

[Blaanid]

For Blaanid this was complete bliss as he filled her, stretched her as he slowly pressed into her hungry cunt! She kissed that mouth of his back, enjoying the taste of him, how it felt to feel him all around her as slowly fucked her. For her it felt more like making love with how gentle he was, she couldn’t possibly imagine rejecting him now, feeling him like this was absolute heaven and it felt so right! Yet at the same time she knew that he was married, she knew his wife and she and Ohnora were good friends, this leaving a bit of a sting in her mind telling her deep down that this was not alright, that this was very wrong. But her body was telling her that she wanted this, that she needed this, that she needed him to flood her womb with his life giving seed!

She didn't know it yet, but Kendren was slowly changing the ship crew into his own personal harem, making them all mothers to his children.

And by the middle of the night, Morgos herself was feeling awful, hot and needy for something that she couldn't put her fingers on. Strange things were entering her mind now, thoughts of her own Captain filling her cunt, the idea that he would cum inside of her brought her to the verge of cuming. She feeling now as her own breasts tingled as her nerves played tricks on her body. And she knew why, she was ovulating, she always had sensitive breasts when she was ovulating and did her best to roll over her in bed and rest wondering if she was hot due to her hormones going crazy with all of the sexual tension going on her mind thinking of Kendren, the only one on the ship with cock, cock that she had been hungry for for weeks!

Ohnora had gone to bed long ago, she knowing that her husband sometimes worked all night on the bridge, he being good at fixing things and helping the others fine tune their instruments to better study anomalies. She had left a data pad standing up on his side of the bed with the test results knowing that he would see and understand the news when he came to bed either that night or in the morning.

 

[WriteWithMe]

His Virgin Blaanid

They made love -- made love, not had sex, not fucked or screwed, but made love -- with gentle passion, despite a voice deep inside Kendren that said cum already ... impregnate her ... move on to the next, to Morgos!

He fought the voice, fought it with all his strength. Being inside Blaanid was heaven; the fantasy running through his mind -- that she was pure, innocent ... that this was her first time ... that he was her first -- was stimulating his desire even more than Horo's still-unknown and unexplainable effect.

He had indeed come to the conclusion that that star, just a mere 80 million kilometers distant from the Spiredore, was the cause of his changes ... of his physical changes ... of his lust ... and yes, of this unimaginable drive to create life within the wombs of women who, until just the past few weeks, had rarely even had roles in his most enjoyable of alone-time fantasies.

He continued his gentle thrusts, the occasional forceful lunges ... he pushed deep for long moments, rocking or sliding his body to put pressure upon his "virgin" lover's clitoris ... and all the while, he kissed her ... long kisses ... wet kisses ... lips parted, tongues touching ... breath and soul traded between them ...

And then she came ...

 

[Blaanid]

It was a wave of pleasure that she had never felt before, her own cunt spasming all around his thick length, her body telling him that she needed his seed now as she cried out with the pleasure. She was panting now, just like a bitch in heat, how and breathless with the need to keep going, a need to feel Kendren's seed flow into her and fill her.

It was as though her body was telling him to cum now, to not delay, to take her and make her large with his child!

She kissed his mouth and moaned for him, wanting to tell him to cum, but words would not come, only grunts and moaning came from her mouth now as she continued to ride out her orgasm, her body now perfectly primed to receive his seed!

 

[WriteWithMe]

Done ... and now ... Morgos

She trembled beneath him, and a wave of pride, of success, rushed over Kendren.

It had been different with Blaanid than it had with Espa. He hadn't understood why he'd needed so badly to take Espa, to cum inside her, until almost before he'd done it -- he needed, for still uncertain reasons, to impregnate her.

With Blaanid, the need had been the same, and he had know of this need before he'd even entered her room, let alone entered her.

But seeing her naked before him, youthful and flawless, had inspired him into a new direction: it wasn't enough just to have her, fertilize her ... he had wanted to make her enjoy it.

And he had ... and suddenly the animal in him returned.

He rose to his knees, grasping her thighs and pulling her buttocks up onto his own thighs. And he rammed her! Again! And Again! ... AND AGAIN...! ... until ...

In a wave of euphoria -- even greater than with Espa ... even greater than at any moment of his 7 hour marathon with Ohnora -- Kendren erupted, expelling shot after shot after shot from his seemingly inexhaustible sperm supply deep inside of her.

During the revelations of this evening, he had come to the realization that he was taking control of body functions that, in a "normal" human being, had for millions of years been totally involuntary: breathing, circulation, heart rate -- right now, despite the exertion in pleasing both Blaanid and himself, Kendren's heart rate was barely twenty percent more than his walking rate.

He'd also realized his ability to regulate his ejaculations. He done it with Espa -- although at the time he hadn't realized that was him, and not just simply evolving nature -- splashing his seen into her far longer than he ever had before.

And now, with Blaanid, he knew he had delivered all he needed to to complete his quest ... to impregnate her. And yet ... he continued ... shot after shot after shot ... the pleasure pulsing through him the greatest climactic event he'd ever experienced.

And when, at last, he'd had enough, his mind shut off the pumps, he savored the memory of the moment ... and then ...

He pulled from Blaanid, collected his jump suit and slip-ons, and strode out of her quarters, unaware that from the moment he'd begun striving for his own orgasmic release, he had become totally aware of the woman he was fucking ... unaware of her reaction to his pummeling of her ... unaware of whether she was screaming in pain or delight, or simply lying there looking up at him.

It hadn't mattered at that point ... and it didn't matter at this point, as he hurried down the Spiredore's main passageway, nude and on-mission ... looking for the next vessel, Morgos

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid was left in a moment of pure bliss even after he left her, her body was messy and his seed was making a large puddle there between her legs on the bed, oozing and making a true mess of things, yet she was elated at being so filled, her body still humming with the pleasure from when he had taken her hard and fast!

Morgos on the other hand was in the middle of a deep sleep that she would have been thankful for with the way she had been feeling lately. She was quiet and still in her bed, laying down on her belly from when she was feeling so hot and needy.

The covers were off of her, laying there naked and open, her legs just happened to be nicely spread and open, thoughts of old lovers had entered her mind again and again, remembering how they would take her doggy style or she would ride them from above, her body even in her sleep was completely aroused, her cunt soaking wet with a need that she was even now dreaming about, she actually dreaming of a great man sliding his thick cock deep inside of her and as though he were really there she arched her back up and rolled up her hips, and bending her knees below her she seemed to offer her ass and cunt to this unseen man!

 

[WriteWithMe]

Inside Blaanid's Dreams

The light of a still energize CompuPad cut through the darkness, illuminating a neatly maintained stateroom, decorated with many of the female touches a woman's apartment back on Earth or Mars or even Io might contain.

It's meek light fell upon something that didn't belong as well: Kendren.

He had, again, used his Captain's perogative to access Morgos's quarters. He'd intended to simply barge in and take her, but instead found the room dark and quiet, and Morgos asleep and unsuspecting.

He'd moved to the foot of her bed and took station there, watching her ...

He was still naked.

For nearly ten minutes he had simply stood there ... waiting.

Morgos was restless, turning about in her sleep ... dreaming.

Kendren knew this to be a fact; he was inside her dream now ... directing it.

She'd been dreaming of stars and moons and odd creatures ... then of a pet, maybe a dog, Kendren couldn't "see" ... there was a man, a fatherly figure, except he was naked and standing across a room from Morgos, tenderly kissing a woman --

Kendren seized on that one.

In a split second, he was in Morgos's dream ... with her ... naked ... behind her. They were fucking.

"Want me!" he commanded as he fucked her ... first in a deep rainforest of Earth, then in the unprotected environ's of Mars and then ... Kendren couldn't place the location Morgos's subconscious was creating, but didn't care because where was of no concern, only who! He screamed at the mass of hair wafting in the winds as they fell into the atmosphere of Jupiter, "WANT ME!!"

Kendren reached to his groin, took hold of his penis. Even limp, he could feel that the size of his tool -- for it was a tool, a tool for his work -- had increased to better serve him.

No ... the dream wasn't working. He was having Morgos ... but she wasn't having him.

Kendren tried to see the faces in her dream -- the faces he was wearing, for it wasn't he that was pleasuring her -- but couldn't; he was behind her and couldn't see through her dreaming eyes.

With just a thought, he was beneath her, she riding high upon his groin, rocking violently to and fro, her fingers rapidly manipulating her swollen clit, sustaining a pussy drenching extended orgasm that began as the sun rose at the back of her teenage form and continued until it set before her, illuminating the timely beauty was today.

"Look at me!" the man below Morgos's writhing body commanded. "Look at me and tell me who I am."

 

[Blaanid]

It was then that Morgos looked into the eyes of her dream lover, she looking right at Kendren as her body rose and fell upon his great cock. Her body willingly called out to him now, she crying out in her dream saying, “Oh Kendren, fuck me, fill me! I feel so empty without you, make me full!”

Her body in the real world was becoming more and more aroused by what she was dreaming, the wonderful womanly fluids now flowed from her cunt, lubricating her perfectly, making her wet and slippery to the point that when he would slide deep inside of her that it would truly be perfect pleasure for each other!

It was then that she came for the first time in months, actually orgasming from a dream that her Captain was now directing, controlling and making his. She saw images of herself swollen and pregnant with her Captain's child and found that she wanted it, she wanted this now more than ever. Her body was now perfectly primed to be a vessel for his seed to grow!

 

[WriteWithMe]

Back to reality

"Look at me! Look at me and tell me who I am."

As the naked Kendren of Morgos's dream commanded her, the equally naked Kendren hovering over the end of her bed had been ever so gently slipping the sweat soaked sheet from her body, exposing her shoulders, her back, her buttocks ... as the sheet continued, Kendren smiled at the sight of Morgos's hand between her thighs, a pair of fingers two knuckled deep within her dripping hole, her thumb unconsciously fondling her swollen clitoris ... up ... down ... up ... down.

"Look at me!" the man below Morgos's writhing dream body commanded. "Look at me and tell me who I am."

And she did. She looked at him, and she saw him -- for who Kendren needed the man to be -- and she called out to him not only within her dream but also from the bed of her darkened stateroom: "Oh Kendren, fuck me!"

He moved forward without delay, sliding between her opened thighs, parting them farther with his knees, grasping her hips and pulling her to him; in the five seconds it took him to be in position, his limp dick had swelled sufficiently ... and without delay, he pushed.

His mind was still linked to her dreams, and in them the two lovers were suddenly else where ... a dark place -- void of light, void of spirit as well -- in which Morgos was bound nude to a wall and the man before her -- Kendren, also nude -- was a giant of a man and shoving himself inside her with a soul splitting pain.

Somewhere ... sometime ...she came out of her dream. Kendren felt the subconscious world snapped away from them both. In his mind-link, he'd heard her explode in ecstasy but didn't know -- didn't care -- whether that climax had been imagined, or was happening now ... in the real world.

He wondered as well -- again, without caring -- how this last vessel for his legacy would react when she awoke and found her Captain deep inside more than just her subconscious.

 

[Blaanid]

It was like being woken from a the most amazing dream of your life to the waking world and finding that your dream had come true! For the man of her dreams even now was deep inside of her, fucking her hard and deep, making her moan and grunt with need as he continued to plow deep inside of her again and again!

To her it was as though he was plowing to sow his great and powerful seed inside of her, she finding that she wanted to be his field of plenty, to grow and blossom with his seed inside of her! And turning her head she kissed that mouth of his, saying nothing at all, just her body telling him that she welcomed this, that she would never reject him fucking her and making her his in so many new ways for them to explore and enjoy!

Her cunt now clamped down upon his cock, almost as though she were demanding that his seed flow into her, her orgasm not just giving her great pleasure but allowing him to enjoy how her muscles were now milking him for every drop of cum that she could get! She finally whispered to him, half whisper and half moan dripping with need and arousal, “Fill me, cum inside of me, inseminate me, I need this!”

 

[WriteWithMe]

Mission Accomplished

Morgos turned her face back to Kendren, pressed her mouth to his.

Was she awake? he wondered; or still lost in the unconscious fantasy that he was driving with his own, newly awoken abilities?

"Fill me ... cum inside me ..." She pressed her tongue into his mouth. "Inseminate me ... I need this!"

Her words were not dreamy-like; she was conscious, he knew. And she knew what she wanted from him. She, like the other females -- like Kendren himself -- yearned to create new life.

He felt her "grip" him, felt her orgasm clamp her pussy around him and squeeze, containing him so he couldn't get away ... if he'd had any intent to.

He exploded, and -- as with Blaanid just minutes earlier -- used his new voluntary control over normally involuntary anatomical abilities, to extend the expulsion side of his orgasm until...



He "came to" laying face down in Morgos's bed, almost panting into her pillow. He didn't feel her beside him, but could hear her breathing, steady and normal, some where just out of view in the still dark stateroom.

How long had he been unconscious.

He'd made a mistake -- a wonderful mistake.

With Blaanid, Kendren had controlled his breathing and heart rate so he could extend his ejaculations, filling her with his seed.

With Morgos, he'd wanted to experience both sides of his climax to their full extent. He'd allowed his other bodily functions to operate normally: his heart beat had skyrocketed, his breathing had reached an unhealthy, erratic cadence, his body temp' had shot up, then down, then up again ... and he'd collapsed, unconscious ...

But ...

... not before experiencing a level of euphoria that no man -- no normal man -- could possibly have enjoyed in the history of all humankind -- without dying.

As he lay there, unable -- unwilling even -- to leave the comfort of her bed, to interrupt the pleasurable aftermath of Morgos, a thought came to him: I'm done ... they are all four with child.

He continued to luxuriate in the silence, feeling his still heavily beating heart in his chest when ...

Ohnora is pregnant ...

How did he know that? She hadn't said anything to him earlier in the day -- before he'd practically raped her three crew mates and impregnated them all well. Yet ... he knew. Somehow.

He should go to her, be with her. Would she need comfort? They hadn't been trying to conceive. Had they?

A new thought came to him: Ohnora was the only woman on board who hadn't begged Kendren -- consciously or unconsciously -- to create life inside their womb, and yet ... she was the first. He sensed it. He didn't impregnate her tonight; she had been the first ... earlier, although he didn't know when.

The thoughts continued to come to him: he had accomplished his "mission"; he'd impregnated all of his crew; and now he could concentrate on the work of exploring Horo, of discovering its secret ... of discovering why it was affecting them all as it was.

But not until he'd rested ... regained his strength ...

... and "had" Morgos again. After all, the real "work" was done; now it was simply time to play.

 

[Blaanid]

Ohnora was pissed this morning, she had left the data pad out for her husband to enjoy the good news with surprise, but he had not come back to her last night, instead she knew that he was more than likely using his energies in studying the large gas giant that they now orbited.

She pressed her com button, hailing her husband asking him to please come to their state room. She of course not getting an answer right away knowing that he may have fallen asleep in front of a station or even in his own Captain's chair, something that she knew that he did once in a while.

Pehaps he was in his ready-room, looking over sensitive communications from Earth, but never the less, they needed to talk and she knew that this our and today he was not supposed to be on duty, it was Espa who would be manning the bridge as second in command, this was supposed to be a day for them to be together.

And it was there in Morgos' state room, the room full of moaning and grunting that they both heard the com buzz for Kendren, Morgos doing her best to ignore the sound in the hopes that Kendren would keep fucking her, but at the same time she knew that he was still very much a married man even though the night before they had just mated and made a child between them.

 

[WriteWithMe]

Reverting back

The Comm' sounded again, and this time -- as she was allowed to do because they were, in fact, married -- Ohnora, used her flirtatious I have a surprise for you voice and said, "KEN...dren ... please report to your BED room ... I meant your STATE room ..."

Kendren felt Morgos's nails dig into his back as his wife's voice echoed through her quarters, penetrating her moans and his grunts as, for the third time since he'd impregnated her, they were "coupled" in great passion and dirtying yet another set sheets.

As he exploded into Morgos and released yet another great groan, he collapsed onto her heaving chest and then rolled to his side, pulling her atop him in one powerful motion.

She laughed at him, wriggled about, straddle his groin, and took over the "work".

Kendren lay there below her, positioning his hips and legs to offer her his full length, but other than that did little to aid her in achieving her own additional orgasm.

His mind was elsewhere. His mind ... was on his wife.

Kendren loved Ohnora, loved her more passionately than he'd ever loved any other woman in his life. He'd been married three times now: he'd married Amee on Io because he'd knocked her up, and her father had the power to send Kendren back to Earth; and after she'd died still too young, he'd married a co-worker, out of loneliness and despair. He'd lost her, too, when -- again out of loneliness -- he'd begun fucking his co-pilot half way into a three year mission to Neptune and was caught when they'd accidentally included their sex recordings with the weekly informational download.

But Ohnora was different. They were "virgins" to one another the day they exchanged vows. It was truly a marriage of love; they didn't marry simply to ensure a continuation of a currently running sex life, or give a surname to an unexpected child.

He was changing again ... right here, right now. Even as Morgos pleasured herself atop his manhood, he was beginning to divert back ... back to the hard working, dedicated Captain ... the loving, devoted ... FAITHFUL ... husband to Ohnora.

What was happening to him? He was already beginning to miss the idea of fucking Blaanid ... and Espa ... and Morgos -- and she was still gyrating madly atop him.

It was the successful pregnancies he knew. His "mission" was complete; the women didn't need him anymore. They hadn't needed lovers; they'd needed sperm donors, and currently he was the only one available.

He wondered, did Horo affect them exactly as it had affected him? Were they reverting back to the women they'd been before they'd conceived his children? Or, tomorrow, as he returned to his duties -- and faithfulness -- would they still be yearning for Kendren to rip off their clothes and fuck them again and again...

 

[Blaanid]

Morgos could see that he was already becoming distant, she kissing his mouth in her last ditch attempt to get him to come back to her, wanting to feel that long thick cock of his sliding in and out of her with his wonderful pitch and strength! It seemed that her hunger for a good fuck was still not fully sated at this point, but his own wife kept calling him on the comm again and again and to her own annoyance she knew that Ohnora would not give up, after all it was she and Espa that would be manning the bridge today since the Captain was taking the day off.

She kissed that mouth of his as she got up and out of her bed, she looked at him playfully and patted her still flat belly saying, “I am sure that we will need to begin changing the female uniforms for us don't you think? Shall I enjoy getting fucked later tonight Captain?”

 

[WriteWithMe]

Reluctantly, no.

Kendren turned off the shower, energizing the gray water recycling unit, then stepped out into the chilled air of the Forward Gymnasium. He snatch up a towel and began drying, his eyes falling upon the fresh jump suit which would become the fourth one he'd worn in less than a day.

He'd contacted Ohnora earlier -- claiming to have been working then napping then working once again, before ending up here at the gym -- and told her to expect him back at the quarters in a very short time.

She'd been very happy -- excited even -- to talk to Kendren, signing off their communication with, "Can't wait to talk to you."

Morgos, on the other hand, had been anything but excited about talking to him when she'd proposed that they met again that night. Kendren had first hesitated, then grimaced, then -- like a man waking up hung over with the queen of the ugly farm -- quickly stood, dressed, and headed out the door without a word.

His mind was awash with contradictory messages. On one hand, he was a married man, married to a woman who, for almost eight years now, had worked with the other crew members -- the ones carrying his future children -- and, in time, become as close to them as she was to her tight-knit family back home.

On the other hand, Espa, Blaanid, and Morgos still wanted him -- well, at least Morgos had, and he was only assuming about the others because he had no evidence to the contrary.

And, knowing that they wanted him and -- he assumed -- could keep their illicit sex a secret, he wanted them as well. The past 18 hours -- seven with his wife, 10 more with Morgos, and a mere but unforgettable explosive 30 minutes or so with the others -- had been the most amazing time of his sexual life, as exciting as his solo slingshot around the Jovian moons that had secured him the fame responsible for landing him this job.

But ... he was married!

All this round and round thinking about who he wanted to fuck and what he wanted to do to their bodies and vise versa was only complicated by the unbelievable fact that he'd impregnated four women, three of them within an hour of one another!

How the fuck do these things happen!

He'd just finished drying, and still naked, stepped into the Vitamin D Unit -- the others called it "Sun in a Box", when he looked to the door ... and his eyes widened.

"Hi," he said politely. "Imagine seeing you here."

 

[Blaanid]

Espa gave him a playful smile, her hand right away to that cock of his, she actually stroking him as if in an effort to get him hard and aroused again and playfully spoke to him, “The bridge is on auto pilot for the next couple of hours Captain, care to enjoy something with me?”

She wanted to feel him get hard in her hand, to become perfectly aroused once more like they had done almost 24 hours ago there in that very bridge, to feel him deep inside of her fucking her and filling her with that seed. She remembered how it felt, she could actually feel his semen squirting inside of her over and over again, she had never felt anything like it in her life. It was as though Kendren was the most talented man in bed ever!

Her eyes looked to him, half lidded and filled with lust and need for only what he could offer her. And she wanted to pounce him right there like a wild cat, yet she had noticed that over the last few hours that her body was no longer screaming to get fucked, her breasts and hormone issues had completely gone away after he had fucked her as though what he did to her was what her body needed, she giggling at the thought saying, “I crave your hot creme Captain, care to make little captains here and now?” She still not understanding yet that she already was carrying a full cargo.

 

[WriteWithMe]

kendren

Kendren swelled rapidly in her hands, despite his best hopes that he wouldn't.

What had happened to that evolved ability to control his body in ways no man had ever done before?

As the blood rushed and the skin stretched -- until, as the day earlier, he was once again inappropriately saluting a junior officer -- all Kendren could think of was Ohnora ... his wife ... waiting patiently in their quarters for his, supposedly, imminent return.

His concern wasn't about yet again being unfaithful. He wanted Espa as much as she wanted him. No, his concern was about Ohnora finding out about him yet again being unfaithful

"The bridge is on auto pilot for the next couple of hours, Captain," she informed him, one hand wrapped around his erection as the other ever so gently fondled the now sensitive gonads below. She smiled suggestively. "Care to enjoy something with me?”

"I can't," he said reluctantly, pleasure already building his groin and reminding him of the hard fuck the two of them had so greatly enjoyed.

She cocked her head a bit and asked with a bit of confusion, "Why can't we?"

Kendren reached down and took her hand into his, attempting to politely separate their grasp from his "personals", but failing. "I didn't say we can't. I said I can't."

He jerked fiercely at her hands, breaking her hold -- then realized that a little more grip by her on his "tender loins" may very well have caused him to drop to the floor talking high like three year old.

"I'm sorry, Espa. I ... have to be somewhere."

 

[Blaanid]

Espa pouted for a bit but did her best to control her own disappointment, watching as her Captain made his way out of the room so that he could dress and be where he “needed” to be. That was when she felt her first sting of jealousy rip through her, she knowing that he was off to be with his wife and her hands went to her belly as if there was something there that connected her to him, not yet fully understanding their connection at this point, instead thinking of what happened between them was just plain enjoyable sex.

It was clear that she wanted more, that she wanted to enjoy more of what he gave her that morning before, after all she had been so wet and aroused the entire day afterward, having such insane yet wonderful dreams through the night that seeing him there naked only made her want him more.

Meanwhile Ohnora was getting a little testy about her husband still not being with her, she understanding that he took his work very seriously, but she wanted to tell him, to show him the miracle that they had between them. A miracle that went far and above love! And so she spent the next bit of time pacing their quarters, her hands kept going to her belly, feeling the slight swell there already and giggling and then going right back to being anxious wondering why he was taking so damn long!

 

[WriteWithMe]

Kendren

Espa's expression was ... disconcerting, Kendren thought. Her eyes glazed a bit at his denial of her but ...

He knew Espa enough -- knew them all enough, especially now -- to think that glaze, just the birth of tears but not tears in themselves, wasn't out of disappointment of his refusal to be with her. No, this was something else.

He looked down; her skin around the powerful grip holding her hands away from her was turning white, deprived of blood flow. Kendren was hurting her. He looked back to her face and realized also, she was hiding a grimace ... a grimace of pain.

He released his grip and hurried around her, snatching up his jump suit and moving to the tiny private dressing rooms each of the crew had been assigned over seven years earlier. He slipped his feet into his clothes, foregoing the traditional boxers -- because his rock solid dick wouldn't have stayed in his boxers if he'd put them on anyway! -- and slipped the work uniform up to his waist ... then dropped to the composite stool ... and contemplated

He was changing ... still!

Kendren would never have hurt a woman -- not physically -- before today. The violent way in which he'd fucked Espa, then Blaanid, then Morgos, he didn't include in that statement; that was just sex, and as the Marquis de Sade had been quoted, "Sex without pain is like food without taste".

But grabbing a woman, gripping her hands so tightly that she appeared ready cry out in pain -- in fear of him, even -- was ...

He was about to say, unforgivable, but didn't. Somehow, he was more concerned with discovering that he hadn't known he could hurt a woman than he was with the idea of that he'd actually done it.

He held his hands out before him, turning them this way and that; they were quite powerful, as was the rest of his solid, fit, not-so-over-hill-after-all body. He could hurt a woman if he needed to ... needed to get his way ... needed to keep her from getting her way. He could do this, he knew. The question was whether or not he would need to in the near future; he had work to do, he had a wife to love, and -- when he wanted to -- he had lovers to please him when he needed it ...

... and they would. Oh, yes ... they would.

Kendren finished dressing and moved directly for the exit, not even looking back to see if Espa was still standing there next to the "sun machine". He made his way quickly to his quarters and entered with a flourish, startling Ohnora, who spun. laughed nervously, and said, "It's about damn time!"

He went straight to her, swept her up into his arms and -- with each of them laughing -- headed straight to the bed where he quickly stripped them both of there clothes and made love -- didn't have sex with, didn't fuck, didn't rape in her in her sleep -- to his loving, devoted wife.

And as he pressed himself in her gently, and traded soft words with her, behind him in the adjoining kitchen, atop the dining table -- beside yet another plate of food that had gone cold without Kendren's touch -- sat the CompuPad Ohnora had wanted so badly to share with her husband. She'd used the tip of her finger upon the touch screen to draw her traditional smiley face in a curve below the words "Pregnancy Confirmed".

And, as in the other room the sounds of their mutual enjoyment began to steadily rise, the CompuPad's "Receiving Input" light began flickering -- haphazardly at first, then finally a consistent, second on-second off pulse that would continue until physically disabled -- and then, the statement that would lead to curiosity, concern, investigation, and discovery ... and, ultimately, change the lives of Kendren, Ohnora, Espa, Blaanid, and Morgos ... even the whole of humanity ... began scrolling across the bottom of the CompuPad:

"Genetic Discrepency: offspring DNA inconsistent with Paternal Donor. Re-test."

 

[Blaanid]

Ohnora in the coming weeks had tested herself again and again seeing the anomalous readings on the data pad, yet that didn't stop her and her husband from enjoying the news, they both knew that their medical technology had its own problems sometimes so she pushed it to the back of her mind.

In the weeks that passed, it was clear that the women that Kendren fucked were indeed still in need to be fucked by him, all of them seeming to swell with their pregnancies very quickly to the point that it was no longer a secret who fucked who. Ohnora had been heart broken over the fact that within a 24 hour period her own husband had knocked up the entire crew and she did the best to hold herself together since she was responsible for the health of all that were on board including herself and now the apparent growing population that would begin.

Yet at the same time she worried about her husband, she knew that this was completely out of character of him and of her fellow crew members. She herself seeing the slight behavior changes in both her husband and Espa, Blaanid and Morgos. They all seeming now so much more open with Kendren.

Espa was already feeling what it was to be slightly uncomfortable, her own uniform had to be altered in size this week once again as her belly continued to swell, and due to the fact that Ohnora was further along than the rest they were all using the sizes that she had set for herself and had begun to take classes from Ohnora herself since she was the only medical personnel on board with a lot of experience of delivering children. Morgos had been trained before and while she was going through college she had also served as a medic for their military, having experienced a couple of deliveries herself made it clear that Ohnora would no doubt be in good hands.

Espa was now manning the bridge for an all-nighter with Kendren, they having to run tests that night to be sure they were ready to once again take readings from Horos, she sitting at his side on the bridge, one hand on her growing belly and the other on her station computer taking in data as she began to rub her belly feeling kicking again and again it seeming that Kendren's child like its mother was in no mood to sleep tonight.

 

[WriteWithMe]

Kendren

New Houston Operations Center -- 8 years earlier


He was there!

He entangled his fingers in her long hair and held her in place.

She hated when he did that and moaned a muffled objection.

He ignored it, held her where she was ... and exploded into her mouth with a long, deep grunt of pleasure.

She flinched, gagged a bit; she'd never liked swallowing, hated the feel and taste of semen in her mouth -- thick, slimy, salt-like ... just some of the words, some of which varied depending upon the man.

But she needed -- wanted -- something from him, and if this was what she had to do to get it from him, then she was going to swallow a gallon of him to get it.

The pulsing slowed, then stopped. He released his hands from her head, collapsed back into his plush leather Executive's chair.

She raised from him, ensure he wasn't watching, grimaced, and swallowed. She couldn't let him see her expression as the cum hid the back of her tongue, where the impact seemed to be the nastiest.

He actually believed she enjoyed gulping his discharge down. Fucking men!

She spent a minute milking the remaining drops from his already shrinking penis with long strokes, licking them up and swallowing them as was expected. Then, with the baby wipes resting by her knee, she cleaned him up, stood ... and waited for him to get passed his euphoria so she could talk to him about the Horo Exploration and Survey Program.

He eventually opened his eyes, laughed the lude way he always did after a blow job, and stood to begin buttoning, zipping, and buckling himself back to a presentable state.

She rose as well, walking around to the front of his desk and tossing the throw pillow she'd knelt on back into the velour couch. They'd stopped having their "consultations" there on the gaudy green "love seat" after one of the night time custodians make a glib comment about the stains and smells that were beginning to permeated the fabric.

She waited until he'd gone to the wet bar, poured himself a drink -- never bothering to ask her if she wanted one, which, of course, she didn't -- and finally turned to compliment her with the same old words, "My god you sure are good at that."

She ignored him, lifted the file from his desk and -- again, for the hundredth time -- said, "We have to tell them about these findings. You told me you were going to authorize the release of this information to the Mission Commander ... Kendren isn't it?"

He lifted the tumbler to his mouth, sipped, then lowered it again. He had to give her an answer soon, he knew; and she was only going to accept one answer, what she considered the correct answer.

If he didn't satisfy her, one of two things was going to happen -- actually, likely both. One, she was going to go to the Medical Supervision Board and tell them what she had discovered in the latest round of CRAM tests. Or, she was going to stop blowing him.

(She'd only started "servicing" him to ensure her rise through the Intersteller Exploration Program's Biology Division, because it wasn't good enough to be the best -- which she was -- you also had to know people ... and blow people. Now at the top of her field, the only reason to continued giving him knobbers was to ensure that the Board saw the excellent work she had been doing.)

He laughed inside. He was actually more worried about the latter than the prior. Going to the Board was a termination level event; she'd lose her job, lose her security clearance, and never work for the IEP again -- and the Program was her life.

He hadn't quite understood why she had been so insistent on telling the Board -- and the Mission Commander -- about the "discrepancies" and "dangers" until he'd learned that she had a sister who was among the final 25 candidates still in the running for the Horo Survey Mission.

"Fine," he said.

Her eyes opened wide. "Excuse me?"

He let out a huff, and crossed to his desk. "I said fine. I'll tell the Board."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. This is ... important, and you won't be sorry."

He dropped into his comfy chair again, turning it to face her.

"I can schedule a conference before the end of the week," she began, waggling the report before him and continuing, "I'll explain the data in layman terms so they'll under--"

"Whoa, Missy. You're not going to the Board."

She cocked her head, "Why not? It's my data ... my discovery."

"And I am the liaison to the Board." He shoved his hand out before him. "I will take it to the Board ... Thursday."

She hesitated. She was disappointed. She knew she would still get credit for the discovery -- after all, he was a bureaucrat and would hardly be able to explain it, so he wasn't about to try to steal it for himself -- but she'd wanted to present it for herself, to ensure they fully understood the impact of CRAM on the Spiredore's crew.

She drew a deep breath, released it, and handed him the report. "Thursday."

"Thursday," he repeated, leaning back in his chair, plopping his expensive leather shoes atop the edge of his desk, and opening the cover. "Where do I start?"

She was tempted to say Duh! The beginning! and reach across and slap him, but instead pointed and answered, "First page past the table of contents ... 'Final Report of Fatalities Risk'."

"Fine," he repeated again, murmuring, "First page."

She stared at him another long moment as he read -- lips moving, like her four year old reading "Moby Dick" -- then finally turned and hurried out of his office.

No sooner had the door slammed behind her, then he returned to sipping at the tumbler full of good, 12 year old Scotch ... and slipped the report, paper clips and all, right into the shredder.

 

[Blaanid]

Her breasts were once again getting too large for the jump suit, it was apparent that Espa would soon either want to either walk around the ship completely nude to feel free or to find a new type of garmet that would be far more comfortable.

She unzipped the top to allow her “girls” some more room, they seeming to expand even as she unzipped the top of the uniform, almost fully spilling out, even her hard nipples now shone through her uniform as if to beg someone to play with them, rub them and fondle them.

Some more readings were coming from the array that they had set up to study the star and Espa grunted as she lifted herself out of her seat to waddle all the way over to the other computer to make sure that the test readings were coming in as expected, she suddenly looking back at Kendren with a fire in her eyes that told of a hunger that only he would be able to feed.

Ohnora had begun to once again change the design of her uniform, making them more overall like so that there would be more room for her belly and breasts to grow. Her own breasts were so large that the regular t-shirts no longer fit her right anymore, her large heavy breasts now seeming to be naked through the t-shirt and always made sure that another shirt was on hand just in case knowing how much her nipples just loved to leak at this point.

She had some data that her husband needed on the bridge and even now was making her way there, when she entered the bridge she could see Kendren there sitting down in his Captain's chair while Espa was working on one of the terminals. She handed her husband the data pad, her large belly almost completely in his face, giving him a great view of breasts that were now even beginning to bust out of the t-shirt. And moaned to him while rubbing her belly saying, “When do you get off duty hun, I was thinking of making us both some dinner to enjoy together.”