The Aurora Part: 02 (Patreon)

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Chapter 4

Elizabeth

It had been over a week since James had come out of his pod, and nothing noteworthy had happened since then. I already filed the report about the incident, and asked for instructions on what to do, from the home office. But because of our present location, transmitting a reply from headquarters would take a few weeks. I had to decide what to do about him.

I had been noticing some quiet conversation from Ava, Emma, and Grace, but I chalked that up to their morbid curiosity toward our uninvited guest. At least Grace seemed to be opening up a bit more to her fellow crewmates. Sasha had also been acting strange after his first physical exam and training session, but when I asked her about it, she just said she was trying to find a way of interacting with him because she has no idea how to interact with a human male. I felt like it was not the whole truth, but if it was something relating to the ship or its crew, then she would have spoken up already. So as it stood, I let the matter drop.

Dr. Blake had been spending a lot of time in Med Bay, but nothing new there, either. I was planning on visiting her to get an update on James’ condition, and maybe also get her opinion on what to do with him, since she was in charge of his health care.

James, so far, had been the perfect passenger, never complaining, or harassing Sasha, as he was escorted from his room, gym, and restroom, for showers and everything one does in the bathroom for over a week. Having thought about it, he was probably bored. There was neither reading material nor movies to watch, in his room. He must be aching to do something to pass the hours in the day, I thought, I know I would.

The time might have arrived to see our would-be passenger. It was time to speak with him; a week was too long for not getting to know him. The more I knew about him, the better I would be to make my decision about his stay on the ship. After I would talk to him, then I would talk to Dr. Blake, and would go from there. I just hoped that weird feeling I felt when I first met him wouldn’t resurface when I saw him again.

James

The week on this ship had been at an agonizingly slow place, if it was going to be like this for the rest of the trip, then I would be climbing the walls, going mad. There was nothing to do in my crew quarters, the only thing they had was a computer terminal, but it was under a restricted access. I could try to hack into it, but that would not look too good, if I tried.

I was hoping to speak with the captain, to allow me to walk around the ship and stretch my legs; at the very least, to ask for my stuff that GFC shipped with me. ‘Then I wouldn’t be so bored being stuck in here. With my stuff, then I could watch or read my anime/manga collection on the media drive, or work on my blueprints, or work on h…’ My train of thought was interrupted when the door to the crew quarters opened and in walked my personal escort and prison guard, Sasha.

“Get up, the Captain wants to see you.”

‘Well I didn't want to keep her waiting,’ thinking to myself. I got up and went with my prison guard, ‘one day, I will get past that stony exterior of hers, and when I do, it will be glorious.’

I thought I was going to meet the Captain in the mess hall or the med bay, I didn't think I would meet her on the actual bridge. It was not as impressive as I thought it would be. They did have stations, I guess for the rest of the command crew, but no big monitor screens, no flashing light, or no holographic star chart to tell us where we were. The one thing it did have, was a Captain's chair, that sat right in the middle of the room, strategically placed so the captain could look at all stations by the swivel of her chair.

The one big feature of the bridge was, that it had one giant panoramic window that took up the entire front wall. If there were any doubts that I was not in space, this view would have shattered them; ‘I’m in actual space,’ I thought to myself in wonder.

“Best view in the house isn’t it?”

Snapping out of awestruck, I turned to find the captain was standing in the corner, with an amused smirk on her face. “First time in space?” she asked me.

“Ahh yes it is. To be honest, I was having a few doubts I was in a spaceship.”

Looking at the captain, she was in the very same uniform when I first saw her. It was mostly a dark-navy-blue jumpsuit, with orange accents, and the ship's name imprinted on the back. It was very similar to Sasha’s jumpsuit, the only difference was the captain had a gold badge with wings hanging just above her ample left breast. Captain Elizabeth Lane, still looking just as beautiful if not more so, than the first day I met her.

“Well, I’m glad I can confirm that you are in fact in space.” she said, while taking a seat in her captain’s chair.

“Actually, not my first time, no, but this is the first time I’ve seen it,” answering her question again.

She had a confused look on her face.

“I know I’ve been in space because ships like this, have transported me to various facilities throughout the galaxy. I just never wake up to notice it.”

“Ohh, that’s right. Well, since you've seen space, what do you think about it?”

“Insignificant,” telling her, with a straight face,

“Excuse me, what do you mean ‘Insignificant’?” she replied, emphasizing the last word.

“Well look at it. Space is a never-ending dark void. If we, the human race, were to disappear tomorrow, would the Universe even notice? By my guess, the human race and our many years of space travel, all the planets and stars we have seen; it is probably not even a drop in the bucket.” I finished my rant.

“Hmm, never thought of it like that, but luckily for me, I don’t have to think about the universe; only what happens on this ship. Which brings us to you.”

“Really, and what do you have in mind for me?” I asked, holding my breath.

“As it stands right now, for the foreseeable future you will be a passenger on this ship. Our ship’s engineer, at the moment, can’t seem to fix your stasis pod; so we cannot put you back. The next best thing, is to try and make your stay here, a little more bearable.”

“Well if I think about it, maybe you can allow me to leave my room whenever I want, no offense to your XO over there, but sometimes, I just want to go out and stretch my legs, without her watching me all the time,” I said, to get that big ask out of the way.

“Sorry, I can’t do that. There are strict regulations about untrained people walking around on the ship.”

“Well, maybe you can train me, that way you are upholding your regulations, and I can come and go as I please; especially, when I have to go to the bathroom. It’s mortifying to ask someone to go to the bathroom, especially late at night,” telling them with a pleading look in my eyes. I was glad to see the Captain was taken aback by that last part.

“I can see what you mean. How about this, let's table this for now, and wait until Dr. Blake tells us your test results. After that, we will bring up training you to work on a spaceship,” she said, with a pointed look on her face.

‘Well, at least she didn’t say no.’

“Is there anything else we can do for you?”

“Well you can get my personal effects that should be in storage; they always transport our stuff together. There is plenty of stuff for me to be entertained for a while,” I asked, figuring this was a reasonable request.

“We can do that. I’ll have our engineer bring them to you, once she can locate them,” she said, allowing a sigh of relief in my mind.

“Thank you, it will help a lot when I’m stuck in my room,” I said, slightly bowing my head.

“No problem. Why don’t you head to the med bay, I believe the doctor has more tests to run on you. Once she has the results, we will revisit the no escort policy,” the captain stated, before dismissing me from the bridge.

“Okay, no problem, and thank you for everything,” I said, before walking off of the bridge. I thought to myself, ‘That went better than I had planned. If I were to play my cards right, I could finally be free from my room. And she was reasonable and somewhat pleasant to be around; maybe soon, we would have more one-on-one talks. But for right now, those projects in my storage locker, could tie me over until we revisit the issue. Now it’s time for me to focus on my sexy doctor.’ I wondered how far I could take it, this time around.

Chapter 5

Aletta

‘Oh god I see him again today,’ I said to myself. ‘This time, I won’t let what that was, happen again,’ I thought, steeling my resolve.

Dr. Blake still had no idea as to what had come over her. She chalked it up to seeing a human male and his package for the first time, but something in the back of her head, told her otherwise. All the blood work and tests she ran on his sperm came back clean, but those were rudimentary tests, to see if there were any abnormalities in his body. The full-body scan was still being processed, her workstation terminal wasn’t as powerful, but it would get the job done. The purpose of this visit was to take more samples from him, and to inform him he had a clean bill of health, but would still require him to visit her once a week for check-ups. As she was preparing the equipment to take his samples, the door opened, and the imposing figure, James, walked right in.

He was still striking as ever, and for some reason, I was having a hard time keeping my gaze away from his crotch; the shape and size of his very impressive cock, was still embedded in my mind. Once I got the strength to look away from it, I looked up and locked eyes with him. His eyes were brown just like mine, but when mine were a light hazel, his were a richer, darker brown; almost as if you could get lost in them if you were not too careful.

“How’s it going, Doc?” he asked, with an amused smirk on his lips.

“Everything is going fine, I’m glad you could make it,” answering his question, as I put back on the mask of the professional doctor. “Please have a seat, while I tell you how your test results came out,” gesturing to the auto dock.

Over the next few minutes, we discussed his test results, and scheduled weekly checkups to track his progress. I also told him he was cleared to start eating solid food, and that I would inform Ava about that later. He even brought up that the captain would be stopping by to ask for my opinion on whether or not, he should be allowed to roam the ship freely. I wasn’t too sure about that prospect, but I told him I’d give it serious consideration. Then came the part to take bodily samples from him.

“But, Doc, you already got plenty from me last time, why do you need more?” he asked, with a confused look on his face.

So I clarified why I needed them. “Well, the first batch was to check your health, since all your previous medical data was stored on your stasis pod, we had to start from scratch. This next batch was to help track your progress throughout the trip, helping me make alterations to your diet and workout, if needed. We must have you in peak condition when we reach Alexandrea.”

He nodded to my explanation. “Okay, I get the blood samples, but why my cum?”

‘He said ‘cum’, what does he mean by cum?’ I asked myself.

Realizing my confusion, he clarified. “Cum is the same thing as sperm or semen, it’s just a more informal or less clinical word for it.”

“Okay, well, the reason for your ‘cum’ samples is so we can run an EFP test, or Eros Fertility Potential test. It’s so we can track how potent your swimmers are. By keeping track of your EFP results, we will know if the diet and exercise are working or not.”

Once all was clarified, I extracted a few vials of blood, to track his caloric intake and a few other things, but one of them ran for my test. Then came time for the semen samples.

“Here, I assume you know what to do with this,” I said, handing him a specimen jar.

He nodded and began to pull down his pants, and out came his leviathan. Still seeing it in its slumbering state was quite impressive. He spat in his hand and began to stroke his cock. I assumed the spit was to help lubricate his hands for his dick, which prompted me to make a mental note to procure some lubricant for future sessions. I still couldn’t believe that even in its flaccid state, it was still larger than most male erections, if the statistics in textbooks were correct. Watching it grow was still something to behold, and just like last time, the room started to feel hotter. It seemed he was taking his time in coaxing some of his ‘cum’ out of his balls, but I was still enthralled by it; so much so, that I didn’t notice Sasha leaving the room until I heard the door close. Figuring she didn’t need to be here for this part of the visit, I guess she just left; with me and James, all alone, in what felt like a tiny room.

While he was masturbating, he had this hungry look in his eyes. I didn’t know if he was thinking about me or something else, but he looked like a feral animal ready to pounce on his next prey. Then with the same guttural moan, he came and that white, milky substance burst forth from his cock, and filled the specimen jar halfway just like last time. That same, earthy smell filled the room, and it caused my mouth to salivate, still remembering the taste from last time. He then handed me the jar, and I took it to my desk to seal it and label the date and time.

Expecting him to get dressed and leave like last time, I turned around, but he was still standing there, with dick standing out, not as hard as before, but still standing prominent.

“Why haven’t you dressed? We are finished here.”

“Well, Doc, you haven’t finished all the examination,” he stated

“Yes, I have, all I needed was your blood and sperm today.”

“That is true, but you didn’t conduct a physical inspection of my dick the doctors would do at every examination, to check for redness, bumps, or chafing.”

“Really?”

He nodded his response.

It made sense clinically, Eros candidates have to impregnate every woman they could, their penis goes through a lot, and they must be cared for. Intending to become a GFC fertility specialist, I pulled out a stool and sat down right in front of his intimidating appendage.

Sitting so close to it, one of the first things I noticed was the smell. It carried that same earthy scent, but was more potent; it was as if I was drowning in it. Trying to clear my mind, I continued with the inspection. Lifting his cock in my hands, I slowly looked it over, making mental notes on its condition. Then, his serpent started to grow in my hand. It was shocking and almost thrilling to see it happen right in front of my eyes. By the time it stopped growing, my hand couldn’t even wrap around it, ‘God this thing was big,’ speaking to myself. The other thing I realized, was that its veins were criss-crossing along his shaft. You could feel the blood flowing into his cock, making it hard—and hard it was.

“I didn’t think you wouldn’t be able to have an erection again. Usually, men have a refractory period before they could get another erection, but here you are ready to go again,” I said, not being able to remove my hand from his shaft.

“Most men, indeed require a small break, before they can get an erection, but I don’t suffer from that kind of problem. It usually takes a few climaxes before it goes soft,” he answered me, while having a blissful look on his face.

“That is impressive, you must have impregnated a lot of ladies by now,” I shot back, with a coy smile.

“I wouldn’t know, they never tell us if we did or did not. After we finished, they moved us on to the next one and do it all over again. To this day, I don’t know how many of my offspring I created, or how many are still alive,” he said, with a little sadness in his voice; all the while, I was slowly stroking his cock,

“Offspring, you don’t call them your children?” trying to learn more about him.

“To be called children, one must develop some type of bond either with them, or their mothers, and since I never met them, or have any connection with their mothers; by that philosophy, I only have offspring, not children,” he replied, with a hint of sorrow in his voice.

I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have so many children, but know nothing about them or have them know nothing about you. Thinking about it, even though I didn’t know anything about my biological father, none of the women do, the only familial connection we ever had was to our mothers and grandmothers, or sisters, if they were lucky to have had a mother who had been bred more than once, or had twins—but no fatherly connection. The mere thought of it, made me sad; who wouldn’t want to have that special connection with their children.

“Ahh,” James bellowed slowly, breaking my train of thought.

“What’s wrong, did I hurt you?” I said, with concern in my voice.

“No, just please don’t stop; it feels too good,” he replied, in a husky voice.

Realizing what he meant, I was absent-mindedly stroking his cock, and must have stopped partway through. Blushing, I started to stroke it again, noticing how his crown was an angry-purplish color, guessing it was upset with me for stopping just short of the completion. I also noticed a clear liquid was slowly oozing out of his hole, adding lubrication to my stroking hand.

“I can’t seem to comprehend how something so soft can also be so firm, as well” I stated, still in awe of it.

“I don’t know much about the anatomy of cocks, but I do know one thing—the harder the cock gets, the more attractive the woman are,” he said, peering down at me with a very lustful gaze.

That last remark made me blush even harder than I already was, because his cock was as hard as a steel rod—and it was hard because of me. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, weaving his fingers through the strands of my hair. I was about to ask what he was doing, until a strong, steady pressure was forced on my head, and he slowly brought the tip of his cock to the front of my face.

“Sorry, Doc, but those lips of yours are driving me crazy. I have to know what they feel like,” he said, in a very heated lustful voice.

And with that, the tip of his cock was touching my lips. A small part of that clear liquid, which later I found out to be pre-cum, was smeared over them. On pure instinct, my tongue shot out and tasted it, and found out it was almost as delicious as his white, creamy goo. Wanting more, I stuck out my tongue and began to lap up the clear fluid off the tip of his cock. That prompted a groan from James and only made him to push his cock harder into my tongue.

“Open your mouth, Doc. If you want to taste it, then might as well take the whole thing,” he said, while applying more pressure to the back of my head.

My lips parted and his steel rod slid almost halfway into my hot waiting mouth, then my tastebuds exploded from the sheer-exquisite taste of it. It was like his sweat, pre-cum, that masculine earthy smell, and a hint of his semen were all mixed into one splendid flavor. Closing my lips around the shaft caused a small moan to fill the room; only this time, the moan came from me. With his hands still planted firmly on my head, he slowly pulled it away from his cock. ‘NO!’ screamed in my mind, as I wanted to keep his cock in my mouth as long as possible; only to feel him push my head back down his cock, and repeat. Then it dawned on me that he was using my mouth to stroke his cock. He was only allowing me to take a little less than half of his cock, which was probably a good thing because any more, he would have reached the back of my throat; he’s probably doing it for my benefit. Deciding to let him dictate how fast and how deep to take his cock, I relaxed my body and let him take full control of everything; while I continued to drink up his delicious ‘cock-tail’, feeling my pussy getting wetter by the second.

“Aletta... your mouth feels so good,” he said, in a low moan.

Hearing him calling me by my first name, was like sweet honey to my ears, and somehow I felt a longing to hear him say it again. Looking up as best I could from my current position; I saw that he had his head back and eyes closed, with probably the biggest smile I have ever seen. Then, as if sensing my gaze, he peered down at me and felt like his eyes were boring into my soul. He looked like a giant beast and I was a humble little girl his eyes trying to please him so he wouldn’t destroy our little village, and it felt so good to please him.

“I’m glad you are enjoying this as much as I am Aletta. Maybe we can do this more often, if you are comfortable with it, of course,” he said, then started to look at the ceiling again enjoying the feel of my mouth.

Hearing him calling my name again, was just as good as the first time. I should be mad that he was not calling Dr. Blake or doctor, as I did with everyone on the crew, but with him, it felt right. As for his proposition, I didn't know what to do. I was his doctor and had to be professional about all of this, but this just felt too fucking good to give up. Then, I felt a hand on my breast. I thought it was mine, but I realized both my hands were occupied, one was still on his cock, and the other was lightly caressing his firm thigh. He gave it a firm gentle squeeze, and caused another moan to escape from my lips. I had had one or two lovers in my time, but they never generated this much pleasure from just a simple squeeze. I should be pushing him away, or telling him to stop all of this, but I couldn’t; my body was acting on its own accord, forcing my chest into his firm grip begging for more.

We went at this for several minutes, but it felt like a lot longer than that. He had me going at a smooth pace, while still mauling my breasts with his big strong hand. Wishing to myself that the fabric between his hand and my bare flesh would disappear; all the while James would praise me for them. Telling me how big, and soft they felt in his hand, wishing he could do more to them. I was losing it. Here I was, a professional doctor acting like a total slut, surrendering to my carnal desires, to his desires. Then his movements were getting more urgent, his moaning grew more intense, and his cock somehow grew slightly bigger.

Then he blurted out, ”Fuck, Aletta I’m gonna cummmm.”

He barely barely got that last word out before he fired off a thick, creamy rope cum into my waiting mouth and hitting the back of my throat. Realizing what was happening, I tried to move my mouth off his cock, but his hand was like a vise and I could not move a single millimeter while in his grasp. The only thing I could do was just swallow as much cum as I could, before he drowned me in it. As soon as I took the first gulp, that delicious flavor I’d tasted earlier, and on the day of the first exam, paled in comparison to what I tasted then, since I was getting it straight from the tap. In my near-delirium state, I was gulping down as much cum as I could, and relishing the taste of every single swallow. He was shooting so much of it, that some was spilling out the corner of my mouth. Then out of nowhere, just like previously, a powerful orgasm rushed through me, even more powerful than the last one. My back arched, my toes curled into my heels, my eyes began to roll into the back of my head, and I was letting out a long, guttural moan, while my lips were still wrapped around his cock. There was nothing for me to do, but to surrender, and let it wash over me.

By the time I came back to my senses, James had let go of my hair and slowly removed his spent cock out of my mouth. “Are you okay?” he asked, with a little concern in his voice, worried that he might have taken things too far.

Still trying to catch my breath, I only nodded to him and got up from the stool. When I got up, I noticed that there was a noticeable wet spot on the seat cushion. Realizing then that the back of my skirt probably had a huge wet spot, as well. ‘James has given me the biggest, wettest organism I have ever experienced, and he didn’t even touch my pussy, not even once,’ I thought to myself. Once he leaves, I would have to go and change out of my outfit before someone were to notice.

Then out of nowhere, he handed me a box of tissues. “You got a little something on your face,” he said.

I brought a hand to my face, and realized that when I was cumming, I stopped swallowing his cum, and the excess flowed straight out of my mouth and all over my face. As quickly as I could, I took a few tissues and wiped away the excess cum off my face, and threw them into the trash. Once everything was in order, I turned around to address James that we could not do this again, but before I could get the words out, he pulled me in and planted a heated kiss on my lips.

All of a sudden, all the strength and resolution melted away from the heat of that very kiss. Instead of pulling away, I went in closer; once again, surrendering myself to his desires, and even put a little of my desire into it, as well. His kisses were much more forceful compared to a woman’s kiss, and as soon my mouth opened, his tongue came rushing in and battled with my own, tasting me, and I was tasting him. Then just as suddenly as it started, it all came to an end. He moved slightly away, but we were still very much close together. I looked up at him and saw he was licking his lip.

He turned towards me and said, “You know I’m not a huge fan of tasting my own cum, but coming from your sweet lips, I’ll make an exception,” with a coy smile. “I better go, Doc, before someone comes in. I’ll be at the gym getting my workout done today. If you see Sasha, tell her I’m there,” he said, pulling up his warm-up pants.”

“No problem. And, James,” I added, watching him turn around, “please call me Aletta when we are alone,” telling him, in a sheepish tone.

We both went our separate ways after that.

My mind was trying to process what happened today. ‘How did all this happen? why did I let it happen? do I want it to happen again? and why am I still so horny, even after James gave me a mind-blowing orgasm?’ All of these questions were floating around in my mind. We were planning to meet again for his weekly check-up and I was both nervous and excited at the same time. First things first, though; I had to place a sample of his sperm in the machine and run an EFP test, and then run a full blood-work analysis and let it run over lunchtime, which should give me enough time to change and eat before the results were done. Before I could start any of it though, I sat at my desk hiked up my skirt, spread my legs on the desk, released my tits from the confines of their bra, and finally moved my soaked panties away from my sensitive pussy—then started fingering myself, all the while thinking of James. ‘Thank god, no one knew what we’d done here. I didn’t know what I would do, if someone ever found out,’ I said to myself; then all my thoughts went back to James.

Unbeknownst to Aletta, not just one person knew, but three; thanks to the wireless hidden camera that was strategically placed to give a full view of the room.

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Chapter 6

Ava

Sitting in Emma’s workshop, she, Grace, and I huddled together, watching the events that took place in the med bay, trying to process what had just happened. Earlier in the week, Emma had the brilliant idea of placing high-res hidden cameras in areas of the ship where it would be most likely to see James naked. One was in the med bay, and one was in the gym. We thought about placing one in the shower, but decided against it because Grace wasn’t too comfortable with the chance one of us spying on her, when she uses the shower. His crew quarters were an option, but none of us had a reason to be there without drawing any suspicion. It was a smart plan on Emma's part. Since we place the camera ourselves, only we know about them, and thanks to Grace, we have them run on our hidden network so that the captain or LETA wouldn’t notice a thing. Once everything was in place, all we had to do was wait. Luckily, we hadn’t had to wait that long, when we noticed James and Sasha heading towards the med bay. Several minutes later, we turned on our hidden camera peep show, and sat back to enjoy.

The whole purpose of this was to confirm Grace’s description of James’ penis, and whether she was telling the truth or not. Then, once Dr. Blake asked James to provide a semen sample, I was on the edge of my seat. When he whipped out that cock and brought it to full hardness, Grace was not lying whatsoever. James Pierce had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It dwarfed Big Blue, in both size and girth, judging by the look of it. I was practically screaming in my seat.

Emma was looking at the screen, making comments like, “It can’t be that big. How does he walk around with that thing?” and towards the very end of his masturbation session, she said, “What’s that white stuff coming out of it?”

Grace sat perfectly still, but still kept her gaze on the monitor.

We were ready to shut down the cameras, until things took an expected turn. At the end of it, we watched the ‘Ice Queen’ sucking James’ cock, while he was fondling her large tits, and then she was swallowed his cum.

Throughout the whole sexy doctor-patient session, Emma sat there in silence with her mouth open, speechless for the first time in her life. Grace had the same look on her face, only this time, her cheeks were a deep-scarlet red.

As for me, I was practically grinding on my seat, trying to get relief; all the while, wishing it was me sucking James cock, or fondling Aletta's big juicy tits.

Ever since I had first met her, I wondered what her tits would feel like, how they would taste. I tried to see if I could seduce her into coming into my bed, but due to her chill attitude, and somewhat keeping the crew at arm’s length, that never happened. Then, there came James, and in a week, he had managed to have Aletta fondle her tits, had her suck his cock, and had allowed him to call her by her first name. I remembered the first time I tried calling her by her first name, but she had said, “Stick to Dr. Blake.”

‘What does James have that would cause Aletta to drop her guard like that and with such ease,’ I thought to myself.

“Guys, James melted the ‘Ice Queen’, look at her now. She’s fingering herself…” Emma said with glee, while pointing to the monitor. And she was—Aletta was fingering herself at her desk; legs spread, tits out. That hot sight, almost had me get up and seek medical care right then, to see if I could worm my way in between her legs, but thought against it. I wondered what James had done to cause frigid Dr. Blake to go all-wanton sex slut. I had watched the video, and he didn’t do anything to her, besides forcing her to suck his cock—but at no time, did she ever push him away, or tell him no; so it’s a far stretch to say ‘forced’. All this time thinking to myself, I had completely forgotten about Grace. Turning toward her, she was still looking at the monitor, still having those deep-crimson cheeks, but her chest heaved up and down, as if she was sexually aroused.

“Grace, are you horny right now,” I asked in a whisper, to gauge her reaction. When she turned and saw me, she immediately looked away in embarrassment, and said no. In all the time I’ve known Grace, this was the only time I’d seen her in this state. To be honest, I was beginning to think she was asexual, having no interest in sex. After that, I had to reevaluate Grace, due to how deeply affected she was due to James’ and Aletta’s sexual escapades.

Letting the matter drop, I said, “Emma, we tell no one of what happened. If we do, then we could be in serious trouble, if they find the hidden camera,” trying to take command of the situation.

“No shit, Sherlock. We can’t tell anyone. They will know it was me who set up the cameras, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and see James’ cock,” Emma replied, making her intention clear.

“Why would you want to see his cock?” Grace asked.

“Why wouldn’t I? This will probably be the only time in our lives, that we can see a real male penis.” There were other reasons why she wanted to see him, but she kept those to herself.

“Let’s all cool off and think this through before we do something we might regret. Emma turn off the camera. You guys, head to your quarters and try to process everything that has happened. Don’t confront James or Dr. Blake about anything. Okay?” I requested, looking at them. Emma tried to say something, but decided against it, and Grace just nodded. After that, we all left the workshop, and I made a fast pace back to my room.

Once in my quarters, I made a beeline to the case with all the sex toys that I have collected over the years. They range from vibrators, butt plugs, vibrating butt plugs, butt with tails, BDSM, collars, handcuffs, cosplay outfits, etc, but most importantly, my dildo collection of varying shapes and sizes. I had always liked sex and tried to find new ways to enjoy it. ‘Variety is key,’ was what I always said to my lovers, every time I brought out my toy chest. But this time, there was only one toy I wanted, and it was Big Blue, the biggest dildo I owned. Taking less than a minute to take off my jumpsuit and panties and crawl on my bed, I inspected the silicon object making sure it was clean. Then, I brought it to my mouth and began to give Big Blue a sensual blowjob, as they were once called back in the day. As my little friend slowly bobbed in and out of my mouth, my mind went back to James and his cock; wondering how he would feel sliding in and out of my mouth, and maybe to the back of my throat. As I was thinking about that, Big Blue was starting to slide into the back of my mouth and was about to enter my throat. Unfortunately, as soon as it touched the back of my throat, my gag reflex kicked in and I had to spit out Big Blue. If I was ever going to deepthroat something as big as James’ cock, then I needed to practice. So if the opportunity to suck James’ cock arose, I would be ready to swallow his entire sword.

After catching my breath and calming down, I lined up Big Blue at the entrance to my pussy. Then, with slow deliberate strokes, I worked ‘him’ into my pussy, feeling the stretch of it, as it went deeper and deeper into my wet cunt. Once all eight inches were inside me, I started letting my pussy have it. As I recalled watching Aletta give James a blowjob, and again watching her masturbate in the lab, any thought of having a slow, drawn-out session went out the window. I was having Big Blue jamming in and out of my pussy at lightning speed, all the while thinking of James on top of me, showing my pussy no mercy. Breaking my pussy, re-sizing it to fit his big, beautiful cock, ruining sex with anyone, or anything, for the rest of my life. My climax was fast approaching, but still not cresting its peak. To give it that last little nudge, I brought my other hand to my mouth and began to wet my middle finger; then, moved it down past my well-stuffed pussy, to my little rosebud. At the right moment, I shoved my middle finger up to the second knuckle into my asshole, sending me into nirvana.

Coming back down from my organismic high, I was ready to go again, as one was never enough with me. I was ready to start again, until my hand-terminal alarm sounded, signaling me to start preparing everyone’s lunch. Frustrated and still on edge, I got up and started to get dressed. Then a wicked thought came to mind. I rushed to my toy chest and brought out a small vibrator and its remote. It was a small cylinder, no bigger than my thumb, with a looped cord for easier retrieval. I made sure everything worked properly, and slid the vibrator into my pussy, ensuring it wouldn’t slip out by accident. Once in place, I went back to my chest and retrieved a jeweled butt plug. It wasn’t too fancy, but it would get the job done. Bringing it to my mouth, I gave it a good quick suck, making sure it was covered saliva, and then inserted it into my asshole. Once everything was in place, I put on a thong, just to have extra pressure on my butt plug, then slipped into my jumpsuit. I made sure I looked presentable, pocketed the remote, and set the vibration on level two out of five, and headed to the mess hall with an extra sway to my hips.

Emma

I was a little peeved about Ava telling us to wait and not tell anyone what we saw, but I knew she was right. It wouldn’t go well if the Captain or the Ice Queen found out about our little surveillance network. I wanted to rub it in the Ice Queen’s face so badly, for acting like a total slut, to try to knock her down a peg or two. I always hated people like her; always so posh, and regal, with their well-developed bodies, always thinking they are the center of attention, not only by their brains, but by their looks as well. It was not fair she had a body like that, full of curves in all the right places; while mine decided to stop growing after I turned fifteen.

It was not just Aletta I was envious of, but also, of the rest of the crew. All beautiful with their well-developed bodies; even Grace, despite always wearing a baggy sweater. People say that even though my body might not be well developed, my genius-level IQ more than made up for the fact. But having a big brain, didn’t help matters. Heading off to college at a young age had not made things better, either. Being so young and small always made me feel like an outcast. While everyone else had friends and girlfriends with their fully-curved female forms, I didn’t have friends, or even have relations of any kind. I was hoping to explore something in the realms of a sexual nature when I was recruited into RTC, but nothing happened; so I decided to delve into my work.

Then James arrived, and a new variable was introduced to where everyone had no advantage of any kind. I was finally at the same level as everyone else, and I was not to squander that opportunity away. All I had to do was figure a way into James’ presence, but how.

As if by magic, the Captain contacted me through my hand-terminal, and requested that I gather James’ storage unit, and deliver it to his quarters. Not having a moment to waste, I rushed out of my room, and began the hunt for James’ stuff.

Finding his storage unit didn’t take as long as I thought it would, maybe an hour at most. The people who moved them onto the ship had stacked them in numerical order, but getting to it was a little more challenging, since it was a sandwich between a couple of storage crates. They were bigger than the ones the crew used when they boarded the ship with their stuff, but it made sense thinking about it. Everything that James had ever owned was all encased in this three-by-three-by-two-foot box. Delivery of this storage unit wasn’t too difficult, since I was using the flatbed cart. Once I arrived at the front door, I entered the door’s passcode that was provided to me by the Captain, and walked into the room. I was a little disappointed when he wasn’t there to greet me at the door, and I was beginning to wonder if I had just missed him.

That was when I heard a gruff voice from across the room, “Oh, are you here to drop off my stuff?”

Turning my head, I began to realize he was on his bunk, waking up from a nap. He looked like he had just finished taking a shower; then it dawned on me, that he must have finished his workout, showered, and returned to take a nap to replenish his energy.

A little startled, I finally answered his question, “Ah yes I am, the captain asked me to. I’m the ship's engineer, Emma,” as I raised my hand to him. Walking towards me, he took my hand in his and shook it. His hands were so much bigger than mine, but it wasn’t just his hands, but everything about him. I remembered he was tall the first time I saw him, but standing this close—he was a giant. Easily more than a foot, maybe a foot-and-a-half taller than me. I had to somewhat crane my neck just to look him in the eyes.

“You seem a little young to be a ship's engineer,” he said, with a curious look on his face.

Taking offense to that statement, I fired back, “Well, I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class, with a master’s degree in Ion Drive Systems and Robotics,” puffing out my chest, while boasting about myself.

He still had that confused expression on his face, and I thought he didn’t believe me.

“Wow, you must be a child prodigy, and cute to boot, as well,” he said, with a small smile.

Thrown off by his comment, I said, “Are you making fun of me, are you making fun of my body?” crossing my hands, thinking he was trying to insult or mock me, as all the other women did.

Raising his hands, waving in front of me, he said, “No, no, not at all. I am truly amazed that someone as young as you could manage to earn an important position on this ship. To do it at such a young age, only speaks to the magnitude of your intelligence,” trying to defuse the situation. Realizing his voice’s sincerity, I quickly apologized to him for my outburst and explained to him that for a long time people had been making rude or sly remarks about my young age and high intelligence. So when he called me a child prodigy, it just brought back some bad memories.

“Yeah, people can be cruel to those that have something truly special. They would try to find ways to tear them down just to make them feel better about their ordinary selves,” he said, in a reassuring tone.

“You sound like you know what you are talking about,” telling him, in a pointed look.

“Me, personally, no,” shaking his head. “But it is a common thing, as old as mankind began to walk. People always try to take things, or tear them down, trying to make them feel special,” telling me his view on the subject, while walking to his storage unit. “Oh good, you brought my unit. I was about to go crazy in here,” he said, changing the subject. Then he proceeded to lift the box off the moving cart with relative ease, like the unit weighed nothing to him. He placed the box next to the computer terminal and began to open it.

Curiosity crept into my mind and decided to see what he kept in it. At first glance, it was rudimentary things: storage data cores, media drives, books, and what appeared to be a personal computer terminal. One thing I noticed was that there was a lack of personal items, like souvenirs, trinkets, not even personal clothing. Making my presence known I asked him about what's in the box.

“Oh, just stuff I collected over the years,” he said, while still rummaging around it.

“Where are your clothes?” I asked, while still looking in.

“I don’t have any. The GFC provides us all the basic living essentials, including clothes.”

“You don’t own any?”

“No, I outgrew them ever since the GFC took me in.”

“What about souvenirs or trinkets? You must have plenty from all the planets you visit.”

“I never really saw any of the planets I traveled to; all I have ever seen were the insides of the GFC facility.”

“Never seen any of them, not even one?” Surprised by his response, he probably traveled to more planets than I ever would, and he hadn't seen any of them.

“No, we were precious Eros Candidates, and would be a security risk if we left the facility grounds, so we never get a chance to see the outside world.”

Astounded by his tale, I couldn’t imagine spending a good portion of my life inside the buildings, not seeing the outside worlds.

“That’s why I have these,” gesturing to the data cores, “they keep me entertained while having my downtime.

“What’s in them?” I asked, while picking one up off the desk.

“Oh you know, movies, TV shows, e-books, some personal projects, anything and everything I can get my hands on to keep me busy. Speaking of which, I want to show you something.” He lifted out a small data core and large black book. He handed me the books and told me to take a look. What was inside astounded me. They were hand-drawn detailed sketches of robotic arms, legs, and a few other things. The design was so elegant that I thought that they were designed by a high-level designer.

“Are these designs for a fully-functioning android?” I asked, still not taking my eyes off the pages?

“Yes and no. They are mostly conceptual designs I came up with in my spare time, I have more detailed blueprints right here,” he said, holding up the data core. “Since you said you earned a master’s in robotics, I might get your option on some of my designs, and where I can make improvements on them.”

Finally turning my eyes to him in wonder, I said, “I would love to discuss your designs with you. How did you learn all of this, android-based robotics is a tough subject to grasp.”

“Well, I’m not as dumb as I look, and we Eros Candidates don’t just impregnate women 24/7.”

That last commit brought a blush to my cheeks. Clearing my thoughts, I spoke up. “Can I borrow these? I would love to look over your designs,” asking in a shy voice, “I’ll bring them back, of course.”

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you borrow my sketchbook and my blueprints, but I need you to do something for me.”

I nodded to his request.

“The Captain told me she is considering allowing me to roam the ship on the condition that Dr. Blake clears me, and that I am trained by the crew to work on the ship and not cause any trouble. She will probably inform you all about her plan and might ask for your opinion. Maybe you can volunteer to help train me, and in return, we can discuss the fundamentals of humanoid robotics, and how we can make improvements in my design.”

His request was reasonable, and the prospect of having someone to talk to on an intellectual level was thrilling. I agreed to his terms.

He handed me the sketchbook and the data core and I went on my merry way, clutching the book between my arms and my chest, like it was the most precious thing in the galaxy. Once reaching my room, I safely placed the sketchbook and uploaded the blueprints to my hand-terminal. Noticing the time, I started to head towards the mess hall for lunch. I couldn’t wait to finish my meal so I could finally take a look at what was inside that data core of his. If the Captain was going to ask us what to do with James, I already knew what my response was going to be.

Chapter 7

Elizabeth

Lunchtime was a more peaceful affair; everyone was quietly eating their meals. Looking around, I noticed something was a little off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. The usually-outspoken Emma, was sitting quietly in her chair, looking at her hand hand-terminal, deep in thought. Then there was Ava, she seemed to be squirming much more in her seat, like she couldn’t find a comfortable position; it was almost like she had something stuck in her butt. I smiled to myself from that silly thought. Grace had been stealing glances towards Dr. Blake like she was going to ask something, but didn’t want to, or know how to. For the doctor, she still had the icy-cool demeanor, that earned her the nickname ‘Ice Queen’ from Emma, but she was eating a lot more than she usually does, which I just figured that she was just extra hungry today. Once I noticed everyone was almost finishing up, I finally spoke about our situation with James.

“Okay, everyone. Since we are all here, I would like to talk about James and his foreseeable future,” After waiting for that to sink in, I continued, “As it stands, his stasis pod won’t be fixed anytime soon, and it would seem he will be living among us until we reach Alexandrea. He asked that he be permitted to walk around the ship and not be confirmed to his room for the next eleven weeks.” I paused and waited to see if anyone needed to speak up. “I know, this is highly irregular, but I did promise him that I would take it under serious consideration, on the understanding that Dr. Blake clears him, and that it was okay for the rest of you to have him roam the ship unescorted. So, before I ask any of you, whether or not we should allow him free passage to our ship; Dr. Blake, how do his test results look?” I asked, turning towards her.

Clearing her voice she spoke out, “His test results all came back negative for any abnormality that might have come up while coming out of stasis. By all indications, he was in perfect health. The only thing left, is the full-body scan which just finished an hour ago and was about to check the results.”

“Have you had a chance to look at them?” I asked the doctor.

“No, I was going to look at it as soon as we finished lunch, along with the blood test results from the samples from today. As for James’ clearance to roam the ship; unless something comes up from the scan, or the blood test, then I see no reason not to clear him,” the doctor finished explaining everything toward the crew.

“Okay, thank you for the update, Dr. Blake, and I would like to see his test results when they come in.” Aletta nodded to my requester request. “Since the doctor gave her seal of approval, does anyone object to James’ new status?” I asked, looking around the table. When no one raised any objection, I was a little surprised an. I would have thought Grace or Sasha might have objected to it any but they didn’t speak up. I had to know why. “XO, are you okay with James moving around the ship while he is not on your watch?”

“Yes, Captain. He has been behaving perfectly, while showing no indications toward violence. We don’t have to give him access to the entire ship, only areas that are not system critical.” Sasha finished her assessment of the situation.

I turned my attention towards Grace, knowing she wouldn’t speak up unless asked directly.

“How about you, Grace; anything you want to say?”

“No, Captain. I have no problem with him roaming the ship; he will be abiding by the rules and regulations of the ship, right?”

I nodded to her question.

“Then I’ll be fine with it, as long he follows the rules and doesn’t cause trouble for us,” she said, finishing in her sheepish tone.

Taking her response into my final decision, I also addressed the other issue. “Well if I do decide to allow James to roam the ship, then I will need some volunteers to train him how to walk around the ship, and to tell him about our emergency procedures. So who will do it?” Not even waiting a minute after I finished asking my question, Emma raised her hand and said she would do it, almost jumping out of her sleep.

“I will also help, if you need it,” Ava added, as she also decided to speak up. “I don’t have too many responsibilities on this ship, and would have more time to show him how things work around here.”

“Okay, after talking to all of you, with Dr. Blake’s clean bill of health, and everyone okay with James being allowed to walk the ship; I don’t see any reason to keep him confined to his quarters. Emma, Ava, I expect you to teach him everything he needs to know, and Dr. Blake, please inform me when his test results are ready.”

With everyone nodding to her orders, Ava stood up. “Excuse me, Captain, but if you don’t mind, could I bring James lunch to him before it gets too cold,” she asked, with a slight bow.

“Go ahead. I’ll send you his door access code right now, but don’t tell him about our discussion. I’m still waiting for the test results before I make my final decision.”

“Of course, Captain,” Ava said, before taking James' tray and headed out of the door.

Ava

I was a little nervous when I was walking down the hallway delivering the tray of food to James. I was thinking of what to say to him, so I can worm my way into being friends, and maybe more. I never had trouble trying to think up a conversation with someone before. It was like trying to talk to someone when you had a huge crush on them and were having trouble trying to speak with them. I never had that issue; if I liked someone, I’d find a way to let them know, but with James, I’m drawing a blank. The tingling sensation from the vibrator, and the butt plug, didn’t help things either.

During lunch, I was trying my best not to squirm in my seat while the Captain told us about her plan with James, and that we needed to help him function on the ship. I volunteered because it would give me more opportunities to talk to him. I was a little surprised to see Emma practically jumped from her seat to help with James’ training. I figured she has something planned, but for now, I'll file that for later. Reaching James' door, I was a little nervous about what to say to him, so I just decided to wing it, typed in the door access, announced my presence, and walked right in.

James was sitting at his desk looking through what appeared to be a media drive. I would know because it was the same one I used, to carry all my movies, TV shows, and a few pornographic materials. Realizing he was now looking at me, I finally spoke up as to why I was there. to begin with.

“Hello, my name is Ava, and I’m the ship’s cook. I’m here to deliver your food to you,” I said, flashing him a warm smile while lifting the tray of food at him.

“Oh, thank you,” he said, while cleaning up an area for me to put the tray on. “You can put it right here.”

Placing the tray next to him, I took in his scent; it was a pleasant smell, not feminine like the other woman, but more of an earthy tone. I stood next to him and asked in a soothing voice, “If there is anything I could do for you, please let me know?”

I was about to turn around and leave until he spoke up to me. “Actually, if you don’t mind, could you stay here with me for a bit. I would like to have some company while I eat.”

Taking the opportunity, I agreed and took a seat.

He took a bite of his grilled chicken and greens, by Dr. Blakes’s dietary recommendation. His eyes lit up and said, “Wow, this tastes pretty good, you must be a pretty good cook,” while continuing to eat more of his food.

I waved my hands, trying to hide the blush from his compliment, “No, no I‘m not that great of a cook, it must be because this is the first solid food you have in a week.” What I said was true, I wasn’t a good cook. In fact, I never really put that much effort into cooking any of the meals for any of the crew, but still, his praising my skill, warmed my heart a bit. It was nice to have someone appreciate something you did for them.

“That may be true, but it is a lot tastier than I’m used to.”

“Really?” I asked, as my interest piqued.

“Yes, the food they provided for us, is designed for nutritional purposes, jam-packed full of vitamins, nutrients, and supplements; the trade-off being that it doesn’t taste very good, not like this,” he said, gesturing towards the food.

Then a light bulb lit up in my head, maybe the best way to get closer to James was through his stomach. “Well, then I guess I’ll start making sure your meals are just as good, if not better than this one,” I told him with self-assured confidence. I thought to myself, ’Don’t worry James, I’ll make sure your meals will be the tastiest you will ever have, that way when your lips touch my food, you will be thinking about me,’ which brought a smile to my face.

For the next several minutes, I answered the questions he asked me about myself—why I was a cook, how I like to see new places and see new people, and how I wanted to have an adventure in my life.

“Interesting, your family must be proud of you for getting the chance to see all the worlds in the galaxy?”

That last statement brought me into a more somber mood. “Actually, I don’t have any family; my mother died when I was very little, and I had no one to take me in, so I was brought up in the foster system until I aged out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, that must have been difficult for you to be all alone,” he said, placing a more reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, it was tough at the beginning, but I learned fast how to take care of myself. That’s why I joined the RTC corporation since I have no roots to hold me back. I am free to travel the galaxy,” I said, trying to brighten up the room.

“Well as long as you are happy, then that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, I am happy, and besides I am not alone, I have Gracey to look after.”

He looked at me with a confused look.

“Gracey or Grace, the one with the long black hair; I believe she ran into you on your first day on this ship.”

“Oh yeah, the cute one. She came out of nowhere and went head first into me. I was afraid that I might have hurt her, but she said she was okay,” he said, realizing who Grace was, then he looked at me and continued, “Her name is Grace, but you call her Gracey. I’m assuming you two are friends?”

“She is not just my friend, she’s my sister—well, my self-appointed sister,” answering him while puffing out my chest, hoping he liked what he saw. “I met her while training at RTC, we were roommates as it turned out; she was so shy and precious, that I had to protect her and claim her for my own.”

“So are you too involved, or something,” he asked, delving more into our relationship.

“Or something,” I replied. “We are not together in that way, although I would like for it to happen. Grace was an incredibly shy person and a little skittish around people. She would always be by herself, always looking afraid of people in general, and looking so alone. I knew what loneliness felt like and didn’t want to see the precious little thing wither away all by herself; so I decided to be her friend. It took a while, but I managed to gain her trust and she slowly opened up to me. She told me a few things about her past, which I’m not going to get into because that is her story to tell, not mine.” Telling him in a pointed look, “And from there, I told her that no one is going to hurt you, for now on, count on your ‘Big Sister’, and then on out, she stuck by my side ever since,” finishing the tale on how Gracey and I met.

“Wow, that was mighty nice of you to go out of your way to help someone out,” he said, praising my big heart.

“Well, yeah, isn’t it the right thing to do, wouldn’t you do that?” asking him the question.

“You would be surprised at how many people wouldn't do the right thing; they are too selfish to do what you just did,” he stated, in an informative tone of voice. “And as for me, no, I wouldn’t do it.”

“But why not? Are you telling me you are a bad person,” I asked, crossing my arms, preparing myself for the answer.

“I wouldn’t say I’m a bad person, but I’m not saying I’m a good one either. But if I was in the story of you and Grace, then I wouldn’t be you in that story, I would be Grace,” he said, finishing the last of his lunch. “Well, that was good,” he added, while placing his hands on his now-full belly. “And thanks to the company, it's a hell of a lot better to eat with someone than to eat alone. And tell Grace I said hi.'' Then he turned to me and had a more serious look in his eye. “Keep her close, may not realize it, but your friendship means more to her than you realize. It is important to always treat her like family. Family is important in my opinion.”

Taken aback by his commitment I pressed the issue, “You seem to know a lot about Grace’s situation, do you know someone in the same situation.”

“Something like that,” he said, deflecting the question.

“You said that family is important, are you close with yours?” and after finishing my question his eyes took a more softened, saddened state.

“I was… close to my mother before the GFC took me, I haven’t seen her in a long time,” he said in a heavy, sighful voice. “Moving around from planet to the planet hadn’t been easy, and when the GFC took me in, they said that I have a higher purpose now, and cannot spare the luxury of family.”

Realizing the enormity of his sacrifice, I rushed toward him and wrapped him up in a big hug. “I’m sorry, that it must be tough not being able to see her,” I said, reassuring him, while also admiring his body. While women had a softer feel, his was firmer and broader. A body that I can hold on to for dear life and wouldn’t even hurt him.

He told me it was okay, that he had time to come to terms with it. Then he went into a rather large box right next to his desk, and pulled out a small hand-terminal.

“Here, this is what she looks like or at least the last time I saw her here,” he said, handing me the terminal.

When I first saw her, she was a beautiful woman. It was no wonder where James got his good looks from; they had the same hair, the same eyes, even the same nose.

“She’s beautiful, what’s her name,” I asked.

“Her name is Elektra, she was a history professor, who dabbled in drawing in her spare time.

“She sounds very smart,” I told him, while still looking at the picture.

“She is, she would spend her off-time teaching me the history of mankind, and a couple of other things.”

Placing the terminal on the stack of data cores, I turned to him and looked him in the eyes. “You must miss her.”

“I do,” he said, still locking eyes with mine, getting lost in them.

Everything in my mind said to get up and leave, but my body wouldn’t move an inch. All it wanted to do, right now was to reach over and kiss him, right there and then, but it was too soon for any of that. Then, out of nowhere, a large crash echoed all around the room. While placing the hand-terminal on the stack of terminals, I also knocked the stack too far to the edge and it all came tumbling down. Realizing my mistake, I got down on the floor and frantically picked up all the stuff while saying sorry over and over again. It took a couple of minutes, but we managed to get everything back in order. I was about to pick up his tray and leave, but then I noticed he was holding something. I instinctively checked my breast pocket for the remote, and realized that was what he was holding—the remote to the vibrator, that was still lodged deep within my pussy. I almost completely forgot about it, since I had turned it off before bringing James food. It must have fallen out when we were scrambling to pick up everything. He was examining it, then his attention was drawn towards the button.

Trying to stop him, I reached out and said, “No wait that’s mi—!” but it was too late, and the once-dormant device came right back to life. The sudden vibrations caused a gasp to escape from me, and my legs to clamp shut, so fast and so tight, that I could have probably cracked a walnut with my thighs.

James was looking at me oddly, trying to figure out what was happening, and why I was acting so oddly.

“Could... you please… hand me that thing... it belongs to me,” I stuttered, trying to tell him without moaning. A wave of humiliation was rushing through me. There I was, in James’ room, with James right in front of me, holding a remote that was currently controlling the vibrator that was inside my pussy. And James looking between me and the remote, trying to figure out what was going on. Then all of a sudden, the vibrator went into turbo drive, stimulating my already-excited pussy to the fullest extent possible. Realizing that James must have altered the setting on the remote and set it to the maximum, my new stance was the definition of undignified; knees together, feet out, hunched over, a hand over my mouth trying my best to suppress a moan from escaping, the other hand over my pussy bracing for the impending climax that was building inside me. I looked like a little girl trying her very best not to wet herself, but instead of pee, it would be an exquisite climax. Just when I was about to cross the peak, the device turned off, and my orgasm stopped dead in its tracks.

“You know I heard of these things, but I didn’t know women still used them, or the fact that one would be so brash to use one out in public,” he told me, in amazement.

“Please give it back,” I said, still recovering from the onslaught from my pussy.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he stated, in a matter-of-fact tone. “I think I’ll hold onto this for now,” he said, as he waved the remote in front of me.

“You can't, it's mine!” I shouted, to try to gain control of the situation. Then as if day turned to night, those once-soft eyes, turned to have a more hungry, predatory look to them.

“Oh no, I won’t; at least, not right now. If I were a good person, I would heed your plea, and all this would be over, but as I said, I’m not a good person,” he stated, as he was making his intentions clear. He was walking towards me, like a wolf hunting the little rabbit. Trying my best to put some distance between us, I tried to decide whether to just flee, or try to take the remote. Then without realizing, I was against the wall and was trapped with him standing between me and the door. Then in a last-ditch effort, I reached for the remote, but was stopped short by both of his hands and proceeded to place them both above my head. Trying to break free from his grasp, but to no avail, he was just too strong. Then he was looking straight into my eyes, boring deep into my soul.

“You know if you wanted to, you could find a way to escape from this. Kick, yell, scream, or anything you can do, to call attention to your fellow crewmates. But you are not doing any of those things, which leads me to the conclusion that despite your apparent fighting, you want to be here, you want me to continue, and if I were to feel your pussy…”

As he was saying that, he removed one hand from my wrists, but still kept them both firmly planted by his other hand that still had the remote, and began to lower my jumpsuit’s zipper. Then, he proceeded to jam his hand into my suit and cupped my pussy through my underwear. He leaned in next to my ear, and in a low, heated breath, and said, “A very, very, wet pussy,” ending it with a kiss on my ear.

The sudden heat from his hand, and the heat of his breath sent a shudder that vibrated throughout my body. The room was spinning, everything was out of control and all I could do was stand there.

“You like that don’t you? You like it when I do this to you?” he said, while running small circles around my covered mound.

With the ability to speak gone, all I could do was nod. He was right. If I wanted to stop him, I could have yelled at the top of my lungs to get someone’s attention, but I didn't because my body and my brain wouldn’t allow me to. With the peep show in the med bay, the session with Big Blue, and the constant teasing from the duel action of the vibrator and the butt plug, my body was primed for the taking and James was going to seize it.

“Hmm,” he hummed in my ear, driving me crazy. He was examining the feel of my pussy, the heat of it, the wetness of it; then with an expertise of a surgeon, he slipped two of his beefy fingers past the only form of protection my pussy was wearing, and slipped them right in up to the first knuckle. The sudden penetration caused my body to spasm, but not to stop his invasion; instead, to want more of his big, wide fingers. The spasm was also intensified by the invading butt plug, that was still in my ass.

After the rolling wave of pleasure finally passed, he started to pump his fingers in and out of my pussy. His slow and deliberate movements brought me to new heights of pleasure; it was as if he was attuned with my body, and knew all the right buttons to press. By the time he was going at a good pace, I was on my tiptoes moving my hips, trying to get more of his fingers into my dripping pussy. In this new position I was in, with my hands way above my head, and on my toes, with his fingers deep in my body, it felt like he was supporting my entire body with just his hands. ‘God he is so strong,’ I moaned in my mind, and wondered if this was what Aletta felt when he placed his hand on top of her head. That sent another wave of pleasure through my body; in less than half a day, he was already fooling around with two members of the Aurora.

He kept on his onslaught until he decided to stop, which caused me to send a frustrating moan at him. He was keeping me at the edge of an epic climax, but never went all the way.

“Why did you stop?” I asked, in bated breath.

“Because I just had a wonderful idea,” he answered, with a lustful smile. Then he started to slowly withdraw his fingers, and that sent another frustrating moan, ‘No keep them in there,’ screaming at him in my mind, moving my hips, trying to get them back in there. Once he stopped moving, only his fingertips were still inside, but I also noticed something else—the vibrator had moved. He must have grabbed the loop and dragged it out with his fingers. “Okay, now this might be a little uncomfortable, but something tells me you can handle it,” he said, looking into my eyes. He began to slip his fingers back into me, but instead of pushing the vibrator up, he slipped his finger alongside it. The vibrator, as best I could tell, was nestled against his fingers with it facing my clit. With the combined girth of his two fingers, and the vibrator, a new sense of fullness took over. It was slightly smaller than Big Blue, but the stretching felt so good. Once he noticed I was already getting used to it; looking me straight in the eyes he said, “Okay, now let’s see how long you can last.”

With that, he switched on the vibrator with the remote, and with the combined movement of his fingers and the vibrator, started sliding up and down. The movement of his fingers, the vibration from the vibrator, and the girth of it all put together, had put me in a frenzy. I never thought of doing something like this, but I'm going to be doing this new technique of his. Then at long last, my climax had finally taken over, and it was as powerful as I knew it would be. If it wasn’t for James’ grip on my pussy, I would have fallen on the floor.

When I thought it was over, James spoke up, “That didn’t take long, but it’s not over yet.”

He set the vibrator on turbo and proceeded to pump his fingers at a faster pace. I was moaning non-stop, and with my pussy still sensitive after my climax, I was quickly approaching another one. Then James did something I never thought was possible. He curled his fingers with the vibrator, and began mashing against my G-spot. The vibration and pressure were too much, and the rolling wave of my impending orgasm just upgraded itself into a full-fledged tsunami. A climax of epic proportions rocked through my body, five times better than the first one, and two times more powerful than anything Big Blue had given me. My mind turned to mush, my body was unresponsive, and the feeling of something wet and warm was snaking its way down my legs. James started kissing me to just muffle the scream that was coming out of me, and if it wasn’t for his grip on me, I would be on the floor convulsing in sheer ecstasy.

Slowly regaining my senses, I noticed James was still kissing me, despite his onslaught on my body. His kissing was more tender than I thought it would be, but the heat behind it was still there. ‘Heat’, thinking to myself, if this was the same kind of kiss he gave Aletta, then Emma’s remark about him melting the ‘Ice Queen’ was spot on because I was melting from his kiss. He finally broke contact with my lips, with only a long strand of saliva still connecting us, and began removing his fingers from my sore pussy, only to leave the now-dormant vibrator in place. Losing his grip on my wrists, I began to slump down onto my knees; any strength I had in my legs was gone, taken by the intensity of my latest orgasm. Sitting down, I noticed that my trousers were soaked through, the recollection of wetting myself drifted back in my mind, and a weight of humiliation slammed into me. I peed myself right in the middle of my climax; I peed myself right in front of James, while he was fingering me.

Then I noticed James raising his hand, the one that was held deep in my pussy, up to his face, sniffing it. He looked straight into my wide eyes, the realization that I pissed in his hand, but what came next shocked me.

He lapped up the wetness of his hands and let out a ‘hmm’ sound. “I didn’t think that last move would make you squirt, I must say you taste sweet, with a hint of spice to it,” he informed me, with a coy smile.

‘Squirt. I squirted, I never squirted before,’ were the thoughts racing through my mind. I always heard that some women could have a female ejaculation or ‘squirting’ as it was called, but I had never had one. I always tried to see if I was one of those women, but no matter how hard I tried, either with other lovers or with my toys, I could never achieve it. Figured that if I couldn’t induce one from myself, then I was just in the category of woman who can’t squirt—but James had proved that all wrong. He managed to do what I thought was impossible, and a wave of awe swept through me. How can I repay this man for giving me the best orgasm a woman could have, for showing me that I was capable of reaching such ecstasy. Then I noticed the huge outline forming in his trousers, and I knew what to do.

Without saying a word, I crawled straight towards him, reached out, and pulled his pants down, underwear and all, in one swift motion. Not realizing that I was sitting so close to him, that once his cock was freed, it swung up and hit me squarely in the jaw. Giving up a little yelp, I scooted back a bit and was now face to face with James’ fabled cock. It was just as big as I imagined and much more. Having only Big Blue to compare it to, I start making comparisons between the two. James was longer and had more girth to it, that’s for sure, but it also had veining ridges running along his shaft, and the tip of his cock had an angry-purplish color, while having clear liquid oozing out of him.

Afraid James might stop what I was going to do, I dove right in and devoured as much of his cock as possible. The taste and smell of it were so different, compared to my synthetic toy; it had that earthy scent of his, but also something else that seemed to heighten my arousal. Loving the taste and feel of it, I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock, absorbing the heat that was coming off it. He started to groan at my cock sucking, and started to reach for my head to brace himself. I was going to give this cock as much pleasure as he gave me, to show that two can play that game. The clear fluid that was coming out of him finally reached my tongue, and the taste of it danced around my tongue. It was different from what women produced, but in my mind, it almost tasted almost like a sweet pomegranate flavor. Liking the taste of it, I sucked harder for more of it to come out, causing me to jam his cock to the back of my throat. I wanted to take all of him, to take everything he had, and show that I could give as much pleasure as he could. So, ignoring the discomfort, I kept on sucking at breakneck speed. Hearing his groan of pleasure only fueled me to go faster, to take in as much as humanly possible. Then I felt him place both of his hands, stopping me in my tracks; fearing that I did something wrong, something that I might cause him pain.

Tilting my head upwards, trying to see what’s wrong, that's when I saw the wicked smile on his face. “Well, well, aren’t you a little nymph,” he told me in a tsk-tsk tone, “trying to take all my cock in one go. You won’t be able to, at least not on the first try, no one has done it before. But why don’t we see how much you can take.”

With that, he slid his hands to the side of my head, and then he decided to switch on the vibrator on its mid-level setting. “I don’t see any reason that I’m the only one getting off right now,” he informed me, with an amused smirk on his lips. “Okay, if it gets too much, tap my thighs as hard as you can.”

He started to thrust his cock into my mouth, using his hands to hold me in place, while his cock went deep in my mouth to my throat. The feeling was so new, but at the same time, it was not. It felt like when he fingered me earlier, except that was for my pleasure, not his. Right now, it was all about him and his climax. Then, I finally realized what that feeling was—submission.

The act of relinquishing control to a more dominant force, that being James, controlling everything about me. He pinned me against the wall with his incredible strength, he forced an earth-shattering orgasm out of me, even when I couldn’t do it myself. Now, he was using my mouth as his pussy, abusing it as much as he pleased. This was so much different than what he did with Aletta. While hers was slow and methodical, this one was just hard and fast. He must have known that Aletta would not have gone for this type of abuse, so he used a gentler method; while for me, he could be more aggressive because he sensed that I can handle this—and handling it, I was.

The feeling of being his sex toy, sent goosebumps down my body; he was treating me like I would be treating my sex toys, and I loved every second of it. I would do anything he’d ask, and I would do it just to feel this feeling, over and over again. I would do anything for him, I would do anything to make him happy. Then he was jamming his cock as far back as he could, and started releasing a torrent of cum down my throat. The feeling of almost drowning and the taste of his thick creamy cum, sent me to another climax that I didn’t know was coming. Eyes rolling to the back of my head, both hands rubbing my pussy, right there was where I was meant to be, on my knees, pleasuring this man, this sexual god. I guess Eros was the perfect name for him because to me, his purpose was to give women the greatest sexual pleasure humanly possible.

James

‘Goddam that was good’, I thought to myself. Ava, here, really knew how to take a cock. I never would have thought of getting a blowjob like this, and so soon after getting one from the good doctor. It was most surprising that she would have the audacity to be walking around with a vibrator up her pussy. She must be some kind of nympho with a kink streak running through her because nobody would just walk around in public with a sex toy lodged up their cunt, or allow me to do what I just did to her mouth. Fucking it, like I was fucking a pussy, and she seemed to love every minute of it.

Ava was an attractive woman, maybe not as attractive as Aletta or the Captain, but she had some really beautiful qualities. She kind of reminded me of elves or fairies, from the old games and shows I keep on hand. Her body was more slender and had a more grateful feel, as she could walk around the room and her moves could captivate the audience around her. Her lips were not as plump as others, but were smaller and had a more sensual feel to them; even when she had my cum running down them. She was the perfect blend of regal beauty and wanton nympho-slut.

After I stopped admiring her beauty, I quickly stuffed my cock back in my pants, as this took longer than expected, and maybe her crewmates might start looking for her and I didn’t want them to see her like this. Despite that, this was mostly consensual, but the way she looked, might give them the wrong idea. Reaching to grab the napkins and handed them to her, “Come on my Little Nymph, we have to straighten up before someone walks in.”

“Little Nymph?” Ava asked, with confusion.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, rubbing the back of my head, “you kind of remind me of a beautiful fairy from the shows I watch, and well, Little Nymph just popped in my head.”

Blushing at my comment, she spoke up, “No it’s okay, but why nymph,”

“Well, Nymph is a female fairy-like creature from old Greek, and they represent, beauty, nurturing, and a sexualized nature. With everything you told me about you, your looks, and the things we did, it just seems perfect for you,” I explained, trying to alleviate her confusion. “Sorry if I stepped out of line,” I apologized to her.

“Oh, no, no, I kind of like it,” she said, waving her hands at me. “I just thought when you called me your Little Nymph, you meant like nymphomaniac, or something like that,” she said, clarifying her answer.

“No, I understand, but you know that’s where the word nymphomaniac comes from, right,” I told her, with a raised eyebrow. “Nymph in legends represents a woman’s sexuality and their drive for it. So in a way, calling you my Little Nymph, I’m referring to both the nymphs of legend, and the nymphomaniac that you keep hidden from the world.” Her cheeks blushed after explaining my reasoning to her nickname.

“I like it,” she said to me, with a spark in her eyes. “I don’t know how you figured out that I love sex, or any form of it, but this was great; the best I have ever had if I’m being honest—and I want more of it.” After pausing, she continued. “And I like the fact that calling me your Little Nymph has a double meaning, like a little secret,” she told me, in a sheepish tone.

“Well, I’m glad you like it,” I replied, with a genuine smile. Looking into each other’s eyes, I suggested, “You better get going before they start missing you,” thus, breaking the moment we had shared. She retrieved the tray, and before leaving, turned around and gave me a peck on the lips. She also told me that the Captain was considering for me to have access to the ship, and if I do get access, then she would help train me how to function on this ship. But, judging by the look in her eyes, we would be doing something else besides training.

Clearing out my desk, I had gone over everything that has happened, and so far, everything was on the up, and up. The Captain was letting me have access to the ship, I had my storage unit that had something I needed, and I was slowly making my way through the crew. I didn’t know if I would be with all of them, but even being with one of them was more than enough for me. All I had to do was wait and see, and maybe an opportunity would present itself.

I was about to boot up my desk terminal, until Sasha came strolling in, “Come with me, the captain and the doctor need to see you.”

And with that, I got up and left with her, my next adventure awaited.

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