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Chapter 12

Aletta

I could not believe that I found myself in this position once again. James was in med bay for his weekly check-up. This would mark his fourth check-up in the three weeks he had been out of his stasis pod. Being in charge of his medical health, I had to make sure when we arrived at the Alexandrea GFC facility, he would be in peak physical condition. To monitor his health, I had to extract samples from him; samples like blood and semen. The blood extraction was easy, but when it came to the semen sample, that was where things got complicated. After I collected his semen, he would insist that I conduct a physical examination on his penis.

I was hesitant about this, because the first time I conducted this form of examination, it led me to suck his enormous cock. I tried to say no to the examination, but if I wanted to become a GFC fertility specialist, then I had to do it. I started the examination and noted any abnormalities, but every time I looked at his erect cock, those memories of me sucking on it, flooded back into my mind. The texture, the smell, and the taste of it on my lips, was so enthralling. Try as I might, I would always fall to my knees, and had his thing between my lips. This time, James didn’t have to argue too hard for me to perform a blowjob, as I found out what the act was actually called.

At first, I would always belittle myself for succumbing to my basic desires, but after several minutes of drinking down some of his delicious pre-cum, my body started to enjoy the feel of his cock between my lips. It was an almost drug-induced state of arousal, and that drug came directly from his cock.

James was always gentle with me at the beginning, as he pushed his cock into my mouth. He always pushed just enough to almost feel full, but not enough to where it was uncomfortable. Although every time we did this, I would take more of his cock into my mouth. If this kept up, I would end up deepthroating his leviathan before we reached our destination. He always had this blissful look on his face every time I sucked on it. It almost gave me a thrill that my mouth could generate that much pleasure for him. In return, he would freely grope my breasts with his strong hands. Every time he squeezed them, a small moan would escape my cock-filled lips. I still couldn’t believe such pleasure could be had with the simple handling of my tits.

Still basked atthe moment, James decided that it was time to remove my mouth from his dick.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” I asked him, while I tried to catch my breath.

“Oh nothing is wrong, it is just that I wanted to try something new," he said. And with that, he lifted me onto my feet with tremendous ease. He reached out to my blouse and he started to quickly unbutton it.

“What are you doing!?” I asked, with a shot. I tried to stop him, but it was too late.

He managed to get the last button off, and my tits were bare to the world. Lately, my breasts had been getting bigger, and because of that, I wasn’t wearing a bra. I chalked it up to my increased eating habit I had for the past few weeks. With my increased appetite, the excess weight seemed to go to my breasts and hips. It caused me to show more of my womanly curves. So much so, that my old bras started to feel uncomfortable, and my skirt was getting a little tight. For now, I opted to not wear bras, until I could make new ones in the genesis replicator.

“Your tits look fantastic, Doc. I just have to see them up close," and with that, he latched onto one of my erect nipples.

A long moan escaped my lips. His warm wet mouth felt good against my sensitive skin, and every so often, he would graze my erect nipple with his teeth. I moved my hands towards his head with the expressed intention to remove him from my breasts, but instead of pushing him away, I brought him in closer. The light scruff from his beard, lightly tickled my sensitive breasts. This went on for several minutes, until he finally let go of one of my nipples, but only latch on to the other.

“Aletta, your tits taste so good," he said, in a breathy tone. “Could you hand me the massage oil, I want to try something new.”

Stunned by his request, I just went with it and got up to retrieve the massage oil. Ever since that first examination, I realized that if we kept on extracting his cum, then we needed some form of lubricant, so we wouldn’t damage his penis. The lavender-scented massage oil was perfect because it was designed for sensitive skin, and the formula was entirely made of a non-toxic organic compound, if ingested. This was good because if I kept sucking on his cock at the end of our sessions, it would be nice to have something pleasant to taste.

“What are you doing?” I asked, as he uncorked the bottle.

“I want to try something new, and you have the tits to try it on," he told me, with lust in his eyes. He poured a generous amount on my chest. It felt cold to the touch, and the effect caused my nipples to stand at even more attention. Still enthralled by the whole situation, I just stood there, waiting to see what he did next. He placed the massage oil on the table next to him, and began to rub the oil into my supple skin. His strong hands kneaded my breasts, warming the oil and putting me in a state of blissful relaxation. The lavender scent set my mind and body at ease, and any resistance I had, just melted away. He took his time, massaged my sensitive breasts, while every so often, he would take my nipples between his fingers, only to give them a little, firm squeeze. If this was what he wanted to do every time he came in, then I might just let him do it, just so I could feel his masterful massage. Then he slowly removed his hands from my breasts, and placed them on my shoulders. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

“Now, since they are nice and oiled up, why don’t you rest on your knees," he told me in a soothing tone.

Without any defiance, I slid down and was positioned right in front of his intimidating cock. He grabbed the massage oil again, and squeezed some of it into his hand. Once he was done, he began to stroke his cock with his greasy hand. Once there was a fine sheen of oil on his cock, he stepped forward, and instead of pushing it into my mouth; he placed it in between the valley of my breasts.

“This is something I always wanted to do, but never had an opportunity to try, and your fabulous tits are more than big enough to handle this," he explained to me. And with that, he brought his hands on the sides of my breasts and pushed them together.

Feeling his cock between my breasts was a new experience. I felt the heat soaked into me. It was as if I was hugging his cock in a warm embrace, protecting it from the outside world.

He slowly started to pull his cock back, sliding it between my breasts, and making the top of it disappear into the recesses of my breasts. Then before he could pull it all the way out, he started to thrust it back into me, causing the head of the cock to poke right back out. He continued at this steady pace. I felt every ridge and vein of his cock, as it slid between my sensitive breasts. It made sense now, why he needed to oil up my tits and his cock, because,without it, this might have been an uncomfortable experience. The thrusting of his cock stimulated my breasts in a whole new way, and judging by the look on James’ face, he was enjoying it, as well.

“God… Aletta,” drawing out the first word in a heavy moan. “This does feel good. I always heard of it, but thought I would never get the chance to experience it," he blissfully said to me; all the while, he slowly increased his pace.

“I’m glad I can help you, James. As your doctor, it is my job to make sure you feel good,” I said, with a deep blush on my cheeks, and breasts. “If you don’t mind, what is this technique we are doing?” I asked, while he continued thrusting.

“This goes by many names, but what I have heard most is ‘a boobjob’ or ‘a tittyfuck’. It can only be done by someone who is well endowed, and you, my dear Aletta, are more than well endowed," he said, telling me with that coy smile of his.

That remark of his, set my cheeks on fire. He continued his assault on my breasts with renewed vigor. It was almost hypnotizing to see his purplish cock popping in and out of my breasts. Then I saw that slight ooze of his pre-cum sliding out of its head. That intoxicating, earthy smell drove me into a delirious state of mind. Then, as if on instinct, I leaned down, craning my neck, just so I could suck on the tip of his cock. He shuddered at the wet sensation of my mouth, and suddenly stopped his movement. After he gathered some of his wits, he resumed his thrusting. I kept my head down there, waiting for his cock to slip right back into my mouth.

“Oh god, Aletta. Don’t stop. That feels good. Don’t stop, keep going.”

And keep going, I did.

The sensation of James fucking my tits, the smell of his cock, and the taste of his pre-cum sent my pussy into overdrive. Losing his tempo, he began to ram his cock as deep as he could. With an animalistic groan, he began to flood my mouth with his warm, sticky cum. With the angle of my neck, it was difficult to swallow his impressive load. On the verge of choking, I pulled back and a wave of white spunk erupted over me. Even though he already filled my mouth, he still had plenty left over, and with nowhere to go, his cock began to shoot all over my neck, breasts, and face. Taking that first swallow, like always, my lingering climax came out in full force. I let out a low moan while James continued painting me in his white, gooey cum.

He released his hold on my tits, his cock slid free and left me in quite a mess. Cum all over, the blouse was stained in the massage oil, my glasses slightly askew, and a fine sheen of sweat had formed on my body. If there was a picture of a harlot, then it would look something like me. While I sat there, I noticed a stray shot of cum had managed to make its way onto my glasses, leaving a slight trail on the lens. Ever the gentleman, James helped me up to my feet, and handed me a towel. It took longer than usual to get ourselves back in order. I knew that I would need a new change of clothes, but I had to do it after we finished here. Once we were done, he thanked me for the examination, and that he looked forward to the next one. If I was being honest, so was I.

He was about to leave, until he stopped at the door. “Aletta, why don’t I see you around the crew?” he asked.

“Oh, well I don’t see a need for that. I’m their doctor and that’s it," I told him, as I tried to straighten myself out.

“But don’t you want to get to know them?” he asked.

“I don’t see why that is relevant, everything I need to know about them is in their medical files," scowling at him, for this pointless interaction.

He saw my change in demeanor, so raised his hands to pacify the situation. “Sorry, I didn’t want to upset you. I was just wondering why I don’t see you with us after finishing your duties. You know, Emma and Ava have set up movie nights, so we all can hang out together and get to know one another," he said, trying to diffuse the tension between us.

“I see no point to that," I said; all the while, my irritation level slowly rose to a boil. “My job is to make sure they are healthy, and to handle any emergency that comes our way. That’s it, nothing more, nothing less," I told him, while I crossed my arms over my ample chest.

“Okay, okay, I understand," he said, still holding up his hands. “How about this, what can I offer that might change your mind about co-mingling with the crew?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, while shooting him a raised eyebrow.

“I want to know if there is anything that I could do, to help change your mind about hanging out with us.”

Thinking over his statement, I began to realize the golden opportunity that James had presented to me. I could leverage this, so I could find out more about him. Up until then, the blood samples had yielded no indications of his unique physiological makeup, or high production of his super potent sperm. Those EFP results were still staggering, and they had not gone down since his first sample. Plus, the wealth of knowledge that he possessed about the GFC facilities, and all of their procedures and protocols. If he gave me all the details on them, then it would give me a massive advantage overthe competition, to the point of not hiring me, which would be foolish on their part.

“Okay, I think I will consider your offer,” I told him, while trying not to seem to sound eager.

“That is good to hear. So, what would you like for me to do?” he asked, finally lowering his hands.

“I would like to know more about you, and your time in the Eros Candidate program, especially everything about the GFC facilities.”

Looking at me with a perplexed look, he tried to figure out my motives. Then not even a minute later, realization finally settled in on his face. “You want to work for them. Don’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, I spent a good part of my life studying, so that I can work with them.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because they are the best at what they do, and they are fighting to save the human race. That is why you are here, your sole job is to help with that fight, by impregnating as many women as possible.”

“I get it, but that cannot be your only reason for joining up with them?” he asked, trying to figure out my true motives.

“What do you mean? Of course, that is the reason I want to join them,” I said to him, exasperated, getting tired of explaining myself.

“It just doesn't seem that's what you truly want. I don’t know, I could be wrong, but that is just because I don’t know anything about you, besides you being a really ‘really’ good doctor," he said, as he emphasized that last ‘really’.

The implication of that meaning was not lost on me, and a little blush appeared on my face. I didn't know what was with James, but sometimes when I was around him, I acted like a little schoolgirl — especially, when he acted all sexy with me. We finally said our goodbyes, with me promising him that I would make an effort to hang out with the crew; if he promised to let me pick his brain whenever he could. I still felt pretty horny after James left. I knew if I was going to get any work done, I needed to take the edge off. This had become pretty routine ever since James would have me conduct his physical examination. I placed my legs wide on the desk and began to fiercely rub my clit, trying to reach my peak. Then in a fit of brilliance, I grabbed my blouse and pulled out one of my bare tits. I brought one of them to my mouth, and began to suck on my tit, imagining that it was James sucking on them. I could still remember the way James sucked on them. I couldn’t ever remember my tits being this sensitive, but it was too good to stop. With one hand rubbing my clit and the other fondling my breast, it brought me to orgasm pretty quickly.

After coming down from my private session, I began to input James’ blood work results for the week, and brought out the spare vial of blood. I needed to find a way to look at his DNA structure, figuring that maybe his secrets laywithin. I looked over and I realized that one of my blood analyzers could be altered into a rudimentary CRISPR DNA analyzer. Since DNA manipulation was outlawed, I couldn't alter DNA, but I could study it in depth. I just needed Emma to come and make the alterations. With a plan in mind, I filled out the necessary requisition forms, and just had to wait until the alterations had been made. But it was lunchtime, and per our informal agreement, I needed to make an effort to get to know the crew better.

Elizabeth

Things had been progressing rather smoothly on the ship. Besides our uninvited guest; morale had been at an all-time high. Emma and Ava had been spending a lot more time together; with the occasional Grace making an appearance, here and there. Sasha said she had been enjoying her training sessions with James. The main reason why was because she now had someone who could push her during her workout. I love Sasha, but her training session could be quite brutal. It felt like she was running you through a meat grinder. I tried to keep up, but there was only so much my body could take. Since James could handle them; Sasha had been a whole lot more chipper, but she had been acting weird after their last workout session. She did say that it was because it was a more intense workout than she expected, and for now, I accepted her explanation.

It was lunchtime and Ava had outdone herself once again in meal preparations. She had prepared sliced grilled chicken, seasoned in black pepper, with a side dish of sauteed corn and onions. Plus the classic fixings of lettuce and tomatoes, all put together, in what she called a flat pita bread. To go with her tasty sandwich; she paired it with a small bowl of creamy mushroom soup. It was more extravagant than what she had been making in the past. With the surplus of food supplies and the genesis replicator, we could have a four-course meal every night and still have plenty to spare. I asked her recently about her increased culinary skills, and she said that taking care of James’ dietary needs, helped her expand her knowledge of new recipes to make them nutritious, but also tasty to eat. Taking my seat at the crew's table; I noticed James and Ava were having some hushed conversations by the door leading towards the kitchen. It looked like he was almost pleading for her to do something, and I was almost about to step in and see what was going on. But before I even got up, Ava nodded to him with a smile on her face. With that, James took his seat next to Emma, and waited for the rest of us.

Even though James had been here for just over three weeks, I had no idea what he was really like. I remembered our first interaction when he came out of his stasis pod. That tightness in my chest when our eyes first met. I still had no idea what happened, but for now, I chalked it up to meeta man for the first time. I had been keeping my distance from him; always keeping a watchful eye, and where he was on the ship. I knew that I was avoiding him, but he could not be that bad. Even Grace was talking to him. I would have to find time to get to know him better, but for now, it was time to dive into Ava’s delicious lunch.

Just before I even took my first bite, Dr. Blake came in and made a plate for herself, and took a seat right next to me and Sasha. Then out of nowhere, she asked us how our day was going. Some of the crew members were a bit stunned by this. Usually, she didn’t talk to us during our meals, or even ask us how our day was. After the initial shock, Ava finally spoke up and said her day was great because she found this new recipe that we were trying out. Dr. Blake complimented her on the meal, and everyone started to join in on the conversation enjoying this new change of pace. The ship had changed ever since James’ arrival. ‘Maybe it is time to get to know him,’I thoughtto myself after taking a delicious bite from Ava’s chicken pita sandwich.

Chapter 13

Sasha

It was time to train, and I was waiting for James to show up again. As I waited there, I tried to forget what he did to me during our last sparring match. The trading of blows, the underhanded trick, and then him feeling up my body once he had me pinned. My pride would not accept defeat, so I was trying to find a way to get back at him. Still, every time I looked at the mat; it reminded me of James, and his strong hands. The way he caressed my body, how he slowly brought his hands to the swell of my breast. Then the hard tweak of my nipple, causeda low moan to escape my lips. He was molesting my body, and thinking of it, caused my pussy to tingle. I had to stop those thoughts from plaguing my mind; ever since he beat me, they had never left. Then, quicker than lightning, an idea formed in my mind. All I had to do was challenge him again, but this time, defeat him. If I could win in a fair fight, then all those thoughts would finally go away. I just had to be careful when stating the rules. As I finished formulating my plan; James walked in, ready for his next session.

We spent the next ten minutes doing stretches, and light warm-up exercises. I could have pushed him to exhaustion before I suggested the sparring session, but that would have been underhanded. I wanted him in peak condition when I defeated him. That way, we would know who was the better fighter.

“James, I want a rematch,” I told him, with fierce determination.

“What, are you aching for more punishment?” he asked, while he shot that infuriating cocky smile of his.

“No, because this time I will win," I told him, while I shot him my own cocky smile.

“Okay, but what’s in it for me?” he asked, while he tried to figure out my endgame.

I thought over what to offer him. Something that would entice him to go with the match. With the bet in mind, I told him what he would get if he bested me once again.

“I still owe you that question from yesterday, so how about if you win, I will answer it today, and I will do whatever you want, for one week.” That last part was a steep price, but I needed something to sweeten the pot. “So what do you say? Are you in?” I asked.

“Okay, that seems like a fair wager, but what about you? What do you get when you win?” he asked me.

“Let’s call it an even wager; whoever wins gets to ask their opponent a single question, and will do their bidding for one week. Is that fair?” I asked him, one more time.

He nodded to my question, and we both headed for the sparring gear.

“Okay, I’m guessing you want to set the rules again?” James asked, while we put on our protective gear.

“Yes, same as last time. The first one to pin down their opponent wins, and this time no using your opponent’s clothing against them," I said. I made sure to drive that last bit home, so he didn’t try anything funny. Then just to be sure, I pulled off the shirt I was wearing, which only left me in only my sports bra and workout shorts.

“Okay, I agree with your rules, including the whole ‘no opponent clothes’ thing. Although you don’t have much clothing left, now do you,” he said, while he looked up and down atmy body, showing that he liked what he saw.

Once we shook on it, I jumped on him with a series of fast attacks. I left no room for him to fight back. I kept on pressing the attack for several minutes. He did manage to counter or block, but with no room to punch back, all he could do was keep taking the hits. He tried to put some distance between us, but I always kept closing in. I hadn’t pinned him down once, but I was waiting for the perfect opportunity. I had to admit, his stamina was quite good, if he was able to keep up with me.

At the five-minutemark, we both separated and went to rehydrate and wipe off the sweat. I was drenched in sweat. I never had to fight so hard to bring down someone before. It was almost exhilarating to come face to face with an opponent that could push you to your absolute limits. Still no matter what, I could not lose to him. After wiping my face, and taking a swig of water; I turned back and faced James. He, too, was sweating pretty hard, and his shirt clung to his body like a second skin. He realized that he could not fight well with his shirt on, so he decided to remove it, and show his body in its full glory. I knew James had a fantastic physique, but seeing him with no shirt almost made my body quiver. His muscle tone was even more defined with the added sweat that clung to his body. It made every ridge and valley of his body pop. Plus, the added blood flow, made themuscles in his arms look slightly more bulged. It gave him the look of extra strength, and vitality.

That moment made me remember that little mythos lesson he gave me about the female Amazons and the male warrior. Right now, James looked like a warrior ready to fight. The only difference was that I would not lose and submit to him. He wiped away most of the sweat with his used t-shirt and dropped it very close to the ring. He took one last swig of water, and made his way to the ring. From there, our match continued.

We fought for almost nine minutes after that. My shorts and sports bra were soaked through, and my muscles started to burn, but I loved every second of it. James had surpassed any opponent I had ever faced since I went to college. I still pressed him on the attack, but my stamina slowly declined. Because of that, he managed to land a few of his own punches. By the end of the second round, he almost had me on the defensive.

James was slowly gaining the upper hand, and the fear of me losing, slowly made its way into my mind. Then in a fit of desperation, I decided to go all out. Landing blow after blow until he reached the edge of the ring. Then I saw him lose his balance. I realized what an opportunity it was, so I made a fast-spin kick, and hit him in the shoulder. He did fall over, but managed to perform a barrel roll for recovery. I pressed the advantage and decided to throw a heavy punch athis head. I tried to knock him out, but then in one quick moment, I was sprawled out on the floor. From there he coiled around me, and just like that, he had me pinned.

What he did, happened so fast, that it took me a minute to process what had just transpired. As soon as I threw my punch, James spun around and wrapped a shirt around my fist, like a rope. While he was rolling, he had managed to grab his t-shirt that was at the edge of the ring, and wrap both ends around his hands. Then while my fist was firmly secured in his grasp, he spun around until his back was once again facing me. With my fist still wrapped in his shirt, he pulled me until I landed on his back. Then using my forward momentum he flipped me around. I landed face down, which in turn caused me to lose my breath. He swept over me until he was on top, and while bringing my restrained hand behind my back, he managed to free one hand and grab my other arm, and brought it also around my back.

Once he had them secured, he rolled us over until I was on top of him; which he proceeded to wrap his legs around my own. Arms restrained, legs all wrapped up, and just like that, I was pinned. I tried to wriggle out of his hold, but I was too weak to move. My last strategy caused me to exert all of my strength, hoping to throw him off guard. In the end, he flipped that on me. I tried so hard to break free of him, but it was no use, his grip was solid. I even tried to thrust my body up and down; trying to loosen his grip. But all he did was secure my arms in one of his hands, and wrapped his now-free one around my torso; halting me in place. I was going to voice again about him cheating, but I thought back to my rules about not using the opponent’s clothing. I didn’t say anything about using your own. I thought back throughout the match; him losing his shirt, me using up all my strength, and then me pushing him toward the side of the ring where his shirt was. It dawned on me that he might have planned this from the beginning. Once I realized all of that; I stopped moving and just slumped into his embrace.

“Do you concede?” he asked me in my ear, while he was trying to catch his breath.

“You planned this. didn’t you?” I asked him, in a defeated tone.

“Planned what?” he replied.

“You planted your shirt by the ring, just so you can use it for this exact moment," I told him, while I felt his heartbeat slowing down.

“Yes, I did. Sasha, I know you are the better fighter. If I went at you straight on, I would have lost. So I came up with a plan. It was a one-in-one-thousand shot, but as you see, it worked," he explained.

“Did you let me keep throwing punches at you?” I asked him in defeat.

“Yes, I had to tire you out. It was rough; you throw some pretty powerful punches and kicks, but I knew I could handle them. All I had to do was wait until the right moment, and then lure you to where my shirt was," he said, as he finished explaining his plan in its entirety.

“Are you going to contest this victory?” he asked, in low steady breaths.

I thought about what he said, and what he did. He tricked me once again, but looking at it as a whole; I could not see anything he did wrong. He lasted far longer than most of my previous opponents, and he managed to turn my plan against me. When I thought that I had the upper hand, all I was doing was walking right into his trap. He outsmarted me, but instead of feeling robbed or cheated, I felt at peace. It was one hell of a fight.

“No, you win. I lost," I told him, with a gentle sigh.

Then he shifted his grip, holding me tighter against his firm, sweaty body. He then leaned into my ear, and in bated breath, he asked, “Does that mean that I can collect my reward?”

The way he said it, sent shivers down my body. Then I noticed something else. Something long and hard was rubbing against my firm ass. Realization set in, that what I felt was that hardening beast that he kept hidden in his shorts. It must have woken up when I was gyrating on top of him, while trying to break free. My mind was racing on what to do; ‘should I back out of the deal, should I try to run, or say he cheated and this did not count.’One by one, I dismissed them all. I lost fair and square, and honor dictates that I had to pay what was owed.

So in a small, almost whimpering tone, I spoke up to him. “What do you want me to do?” I asked.

With that, he let go of my arms and legs and he gently moved me off of him. He got back onto his feet and proceeded to help me up, as well. He took my arm, and he led me to a padded wall at the end of the sparring ring.

“Stand perfectly still," he spoke to me, with an air of authority.

Doing as I was told, he proceeded to walk around me; inspecting me like I was his prized game; all the while, removing his, and my protective gear. He stopped right behind me and then began to move both of my arms behind my back. With the t-shirt that he still had in his hands, he began to bind my wrists together.

A little worried, I spoke up. “What are you doing?” I asked, but he only continued tying up my wrists.

Once he was finished he finally spoke to me. “Don’t worry, I am not going to hurt you, unless you warrant punishment.”

That last remark, sent a little fear through my body.

Sensing my tense body, he continued his explanation. “You had formal military training, didn’t you?” he asked, while he made his way to the front of me.

“Yes,” I said.

“Good, which means you know how to address a superior?” he asked, almost rhetorically.

I answered him with another yes, as I tried to figure out where he was going with this.

“Good, for the next week, when we are alone, you will address me as ‘sir’. You lost to a superior fighter, so you must show respect. Do you understand?” he told me, with an authoritative tone.

“Yes,” I answered him.

But then, he slapped my face. Not too hard, but just hard enough to leave a little sting. “It’s ‘Yes, sir,’ unless, I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?” he remarked, while looking deep into my eyes; showing that he was in charge.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“Good. Now, if you keep that up, then there would be no more punishments," he warned me.

He then guided me until my back was pressed against the padded wall. Then, while still looking right into my eyes, he began to caress my body,in the same manner,he did yesterday. To think I did all of this so I could put what happened yesterday behind me, but here I was in the same position, the only difference was that I had agreed to this.

“You know, Sasha, you do have a great body,” he told me, while he moved his hand to the lower swells of my bra-covered tits.

Knowing what I had to say, I responded to him, “Thank you, sir.”

“Good, you remembered," he praised me for my response, and in return, he pinched my hardened nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Then he raised his hand to the underside of my sports bra. He gave it a rough tug upwards, causing my tits to be freed from their sweaty confines.

“Your skin looks so flawless with their dark, rich color, and your breasts look so perfect. Especially with your Hershey kiss nipples,” he said to me.

I responded to him, with the same ‘Thank you, sir,’and he began to fondle my tits, rolling my nipples with the roughness of his hands. A small moan escaped my lips as he played with them.

“Are you enjoying this Sasha?” he asked, to which I nodded. “So tell me; what do you say to those that make you feel this good?” he said, with that cocky grin of his.

Knowing what he wanted to hear, I said, “Thank you, sir, for making me feel good.”

The wave of humiliation was overwhelming; I was thanking this man for giving me pleasure. I should have been disgusted with myself, but I only felt a tight warmness deep within my core, and new wetness between my legs.

He kept at this for several minutes. I wasn’t too afraid of anyone walking in on us, because we still had twenty minutes left in James’ training session. The crew was pretty good at leaving us alone.

He was lavishing my tits with his hands and soon with his mouth, and tongue. Every time I moaned, I would say ‘Thank you, sir’; the few times when I didn’t, he would slap my tits, which would leave a stinging sensation. Still, even with the slaps, the pleasure never seemed to fade. In fact, it just caused it to skyrocket even more. Releasing his mouth from my tits, he began to move up to my face. My tits missed the feeling of his mouth, and as if on instinct, they thrustthemselves upwards, trying to get back into his mouth.

Noticing this, he smiled widely, and with an amusing tone, he said, “Well, well, well, looks like someone was enjoying themselves. Let me see just how much.”

He slowly moved his hand straight down towards my dripping peach. As soon as his hand made its way into my tight shorts, he cupped my pussy, and a wave of humiliation and pleasure swept over me. A loud moan escaped my lips, then a chuckle filled the room.

“My my, you are pretty excited. I can feel you dripping down into my hand," he said, as he rubbed up and down my wet slit.

“Now, what did I say about making you feel good?” he asked me.

“Thank you, sir,” I said, while I panted with need.

“Good, remember every time you moan, I want to hear ‘Thank you, sir,’ right afterward. Do you understand?” he said.

I replied to him with a ‘Yes Sir,’and with that, he began his renewed assault on my pussy. He slowly worked a single finger inside, feeling the wetness of my insides. Then he slowly added a second and then a third. The pleasure and pain of having my pussy being violated by his fingers was almost too much to handle. I kept on moaning and groaning with every thrust of his fingers. Remembering what he said, after every moan, I would end it with a, ‘Thank you, sir.’ It was happening so much that I kept repeating it like I was reciting a mantra. It even got to the point where I would say it, even when I wasn’t even moaning. It was so humiliating, letting myself be felt up by him, always thanking him for it, and yet the amount of pleasure I was feeling was undeniable. It was as if I was getting off on being humiliated. All it did, was add fuel to the raging inferno that was welling up, deep within my core.

“You are doing great, Sasha. Do you know what you are acting like, right now?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I replied, trying to steady my breath, as I felt the heat on my face.

“You are acting like a bitch in heat. A female dog that wants to have that itch scratched by an alpha dog. What do you say, Sasha, are you my bitch?” he asked, with intense lust into my ear.

Being called a female dog, or a bitch, was incredibly degrading, but all that did was just pour more fuel intothe raging inferno deep inside of me. Almost in a state of delirium, I screamed out, “OH YES SIR, I AM YOUR FEMALE DOG! I AM YOUR BITCH!”

As soon as I said that, he intensified his assault on my cunt; rubbing the palm of his hand against my aching clit. All the while, he groped one of my breasts with his free hand, and gently nibbled the sensitive side of my neck. It was so overwhelming, and I needed something to hold onto. But with my arms still bound together; all I could do was rely on James’ strength to hold me up. When just about to reach the apex of what I assumed would be an explosive climax, James decided before that exact moment, to take things up a notch. He pinched my nipple to the point of pain, and at the same time, he started to bite down at the base of my neck, hard. Then he mashed down hard on my throbbing clit. The combination of pleasure and pain, caused that raging inferno to explode outwards, consuming me in its all-encompassing flames.

The pleasure was so intense, that I tried to scream out my delight, but only a whispering sound could escape my wide-open lips. Even the fire deep inside of me, had consumed all the oxygen within the room. It felt like an eternity, the sheer magnitude of that climax far surpassed any other I had in my life.

Regaining my senses, I felt like I was floating on air, like not even my feet were touching the ground. Then I realized I had lost all strength within them. The only reason I was still standing upright, was that James hadn't loosened his hold over me.

In a last fit of gained consciousness, I spoke to him. “Thank you, sir, that was wonderful," telling him in only a whisper.

He loosened his grip on me and I slumped down onto the matted floor. He took a step back, thinking that he was done with me. I was about to voice my concern until he started to loosen his shorts.

“Tell me, Sasha, do you know what alpha dogs do to their bitches," he said, while lowering his pants, exposing his raging cock. It was standing proud and erect; veins criss-crossing its shaft, and the color of its head was a menacing purple. A clear liquid was oozing out of the little hole at the tip of his cock. He gave it a few strong strokes and in an animalistic voice, full of lust, he said, “They mark their territory with their scent.”

With a low groan escaping his lips, a white-hot liquid shot forth from his cock. Spurt after spurt, his white cum landed on my face. It felt like I was a super-glazed donut, when he was marking me. When he was finished with his last spurt, a little of his cum slid onto my closed mouth, and as if on instinct, I licked my lips and swallowed his creamy substance down my throat. After swallowing that small amount of semen, a small orgasm swept through me. It wasn’t as strong as the one he had given me before, but it still sent my pussy to a tingling sensation. Recovering from that mini-orgasm, I began to realize there was a pungent smell that filled the room. His cum had a strong scent to it. It had a strong, earthy scent that was pleasant to the senses.

‘God, he really did mark me. Everyone in the whole crew will know I am his bitch. What will they say? What will Liz say?’ All those thoughts were running through my mind, humiliation was seeping into me, and that once-raging fire, started back up again. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, or how I should stop this. Before I continued into a tailspin, I heard a clicking noise and I looked up and saw James standing over me with a hand-terminal. I had been so engrossed in my dilemma, and his scent, that I didn’t even realize that he had walked away to retrieve his things and had come back.

“Now, that is a pretty sight," he mused, while kneeling and bringing the terminal to my face.

On it, was a picture of me covered in his white goo. It was a sight to see, the contrast betweenmy dark skin and his milky-white semen was almost breathtaking. I was a complete and total mess, but that only turned me on even further. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the strength to continue. With his molesting, and his corporal punishment routine, my body had nothing left to give. That feeling alone, brought a smile to my face. Looking back at James, he placed the hand-terminal right next to me, and then he lifted up a towel. Then with a firm but gentle grasp on my chin, he began to clean my face.

“You know, I could let you walk around the ship, still wearing my cum, letting everyone know that you have been marked, but that would cause too much drama," he said, while slowly and methodically wiped my face with his towel.

He had a gentle focus in his eyes, while he was cleaning me. It was as if he was making sure everything was gone. It was nice to see this side of him, ‘the caring James’. I contemplated my current position; on my knees, arms still bound, and having a huge mess on my face. I did look like a dog, who got dirty, and was now sitting in shame, while its owner cleaned up their mess. That thought sent a blushing sensation to my cheeks. James finally finished cleaning me up, but before he got up, he brought his hands up and caressed my face. The warm gentle feeling of his hand almost wanted me to nestle into his grasp. Then after taking a few moments to inspect my face, he leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips.

It was warm and filled with soft passion; to go from hard degradation to this gentle embrace gave me a whirlwind of emotions. So much so, that when our lips finally parted, he left me breathless. He proceeded to loosen his shirt around my wrists, which allowed me to give them a few shakes, trying to get some feeling back into them.

“That was fun. Sasha, we will be doing this from now on," he said.

“Really?” I asked, almost like a little girl.

“Well, of course. I still have six more days left with you," he said, still shooting me that cocky smile of his.

“Now, if you would excuse me I have to go hit the showers,” he said, while rolling his shoulders. "You really did a number on me, and I can see some bruising starting to form.”

With that realization, I stopped him before he left. Using what little strength I had, I got onto my feet, and made my way to my bag. Looking through it, I found the bottle hidden inside, and gave it to him. “Here, use this when taking a shower.”

“What is it?” he asked, while inspecting the bottle.

“It is a special muscle relaxant and rejuvenator. It is a topical lotion that will relieve your sore muscles, and prevent bruising. I use it all the time after workouts, so I know it works really well. Just rub it in when you shower and you will feel the effects of it real soon.”

He thanked me, then he packed up all his stuff and left. Realizing what time it was,  I quickly packed all my stuff, and headed towardthe door. Just before I left, I noticed the towel he used to clean me was still on the floor. I went back to get it, and before I tossed it into the gym wash bin, I brought it to my nose and took a deep whiff. James’ scent was still pungent, and all those memories flooded back to me. Shaking my head, I realized I didn’t have time to waste. I proceeded to leave the gym, but instead of throwing the towel in the wash bin, I stuffed it into my gym bag and went straight to my room.

James

Sasha really did a number on me; my muscles were starting to ache, and the tell-tale signs of bruising had started to appear. Hopefully, a nice hot shower could wash away my aching muscles, and if Sasha’s rejuvenating cream worked, then my sore muscles would be a thing of the past. The ship’s showers were not that impressive. It could fit maybe six to eight people, but it only had three showerheads. It also had no partitions, it was just an open space. Guessing modesty didn’t exist in the shower room, when the human race was mostly women. They did have great water pressure, and every showerhead had its own shower wand, to wash every nook and cranny. Setting my stuff to the side, I brought out all my shower utilities. A clean towel, shampoo, body wash, and of course, a clean set of clothes. Turning on the water and setting it to a hot water temperature, the room was filled with steam.

The hot water felt great on my aching bones. I just let it wash away all my stress and fears, and all the while letting it soothe me. I was so engrossed in my shower that I did not hear anybody entering the room, or getting undressed and stepping in behind me. I felt warm hands encircling my torso, and the feel of soft breasts rubbing against my back.

“Hello, Master, how was your workout?” I heard a familiar female voice.

Turning around I found out that Ava was the one who joined me. “What are you doing here, little nymph?” I asked her.

She was completely naked, and seeing her full beauty with the aid of light, was something to behold. She had a slender, petite frame, and that smooth, creamy-white skin was almost perfection. She did have those sun-kissed freckles peppered lightly on her skin, but theycontrasted so well that it made her beauty pop. Her curly, strawberry-red hair was tied in a messy bun that just oozed sex appeal. Standing there, right in front of me, was a picture of feminine beauty.

“Why, Master, I came in to see if you needed help,” she said, while she took a once over at me, and a wave of concern showed on her face.

“What happened to you? I see bruises starting to form. Did Sasha beat you up, or something?” she asked, in a concerned voice.

Putting her at ease, I explained the things to her. “No, Sasha and I were doing a little sparring, and we kinda went all out.”

“Who won?” she asked, while pushing me towards the showerhead.

Deciding to play things coyly, I responded, “Wouldn’t you like to know," flashing her a smile. Figuring if she saw bruises, it might be time to use Sasha’s cream. I picked it up, and began to read on how to apply it.

That was until Ava spoke up once again. “What is that?” she asked, while pointing to the bottle.

“This is a special muscle rejuvenation lotion. Sasha gave it to me to help with the pain and bruises. All she said was rub it in while I was showering.”

Then out of nowhere, Ava snatched the bottle from my hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked her, a little surprised.

“What does it look like, Master? I am going to apply this lotion on you,” she said, telling me witha mischievous smile. Then she looked me up and down; contemplating how she was going to do it. She left the shower stall, and not even a minute later, brought in a white step stool.

“What is that?” I asked.

“This is a shower chair. We use it to sit down while we are showering, so we can shave our legs,” she said, “and ‘other areas," she added, with a small smile.

That last part was not lost on me, since she was smooth as silk the last time I touched her mound. She moved the chair just outside of the showerhead. Not having the strength to argue, I just did what she said, and sat down. I will tell you one thing, getting your body rubbed down in the shower by an attractive girl was probably the best thing that had ever happened to me. She was nice and firm while rubbing the lotion all over my aching muscles. Her hands were like magic, taking the pain away. The sage scent of the lotion put me almost in a meditative state, and all her movements, in my mind, were even more divine.

“So, did you do anything to Sasha, when you were done with your workout?” she asked, while trying to hide that smirk.

“Do you really want to know?" I shot back, returning her smirk.

“Oh, you know I do,” she said, flashing me a coy smile.

“I’ll tell you later. Oh by the way, can you do what I asked today," referring to the request I made during lunch.

“Oh yeah, I can do it. When do you want it done?” she asked me, while still massaging my back, but this time she tossed her boobs into the mix. The feel of her nipples rubbing against my back was sublime.

“Could you have it ready in two days,” I asked, while still enjoying the feel of her tits.

“Yeah, I should get it done by then. Now what should we do about payment,” she asked, while she reached around me, and with her dainty hand, grasped my cock. During the whole massage, and with her tits rubbing, my dick was fully ready to go.

“You are aching to go again, even after last night?” I asked, while I watched her slowly stroke my cock.

“Oh I don’t know about that part, my pussy is still a little sore from the abuse you gave it, but I can think of something else we could do," and with that, she slithered her way right in front of me.

On her hands and knees, she moved her head until it was right over the tip of my cock. Then with that mischievous smile of hers, she leaned down and engulfed it inher warm mouth. She was masterful when it came to sucking my cock. It wasn’t as if she was sucking, but instead, making love to it. She kept it up for several minutes, until I unloaded deep within her mouth. Even with the load that I had sprayed on Sasha earlier, this one was still as large, and some of it was dripping outside her mouth. She took it like a champ, and swallowed down as much as she could. Then deciding to turn the tables on her; I lunged, and placed her on the floor. I ate her out like fine cuisine, so much so, that she was a quivering mess.

“Oh… Master, what are you doing to me,” she said, as she came down from her second orgasm.

I realized that when I was eating her out, my dick decided to make another appearance. Figured in this state, she would be up for anything. So I maneuvered her onto her hands and knees, and then I slid my dick right inside her very-wet pussy. We went at this for several minutes, and she was moaning and groaning the whole time. By the time I finished showering, Ava had come four more times, and had a face and mouth, full of my cum. I left her hugging the shower chair.

Upon saying goodbye to her, she looked up at me with cum-covered eyes and said, “Thank you, Master. That was wonderful." Then she slid up and sat on the chair, beginning to clean herself off.

I decided to leave before someone came in, and with that, I left rejuvenated, ache-free, with a little pep in my step.

Chapter 14

Grace

Things had been moving rather smoothly on the ship, and everybody seemed to be getting along. The only thing that seemed to be not working well, was LETA, but there were only minor glitches in non-mission-critical systems. With every state-of-the-artA.I. system, there were always bugs. I was still trying to find them, but since they popped up infrequently, I just put them on the back burner. I spend most of my time examining the unique A.I. construct that was Kora. Itwas a very strange program. For the last couple of weeks since James gave me the okay; I had been going over her coding to see what made her tick. Her codes were a jumbled mess. It was almost like a Gordian knot, with more twists and turns, that I could not make heads or tails of it. The mystery alone was what I found so exhilarating; to solve something that could only be described as impossible. I spent a lot of sleepless nights trying to solve what makes Kora, Kora. The main two mysteries that I wanted to solve were the high compression processing that allowed her to function on any device with a processor, and how she acted more human than any A.I. system that ever existed.

The first mystery had a more practical application. Most modern A.I. required immense hardware to compute the huge amounts of metadata that they processed every second. To take something as big as a room, and shrink it down to the size of a desk or more so, a hand-terminal, would be the breakthrough of the millennia. No one knew the trulyamazing feat of this, besides Emma and James. But James even admitted, that he didn’t know how he had done it. The other mystery was Kora’s personality construct. She interacted more human-like than any other A.I. in the galaxy. As an A.I. programmer, we desire to create something close to human intelligence. Still, even with our best efforts, we would always come up short. With Kora, though, she could be able to break that barrier. To judge if a computer had actual intelligence, they had to go through an ancient test, called the Turing Test. Named after the father of all computers, the A.I. had to answer questions provided by a human administrator, and if the human could not decide between machine or person, then they would pass, and true intelligence would have been born.

For over 500 years, many had tried, and several had come close. Still,though, no one had passed the test. Looking at Kora, she might have been the only one to pass. It seemed Kora’s unique programming was what led her to this. It was almost like some random segments of code that grouped together, and formed some unexpected protocol. Still, after several days of looking into it, I could not decipher it. The only person who could point me in the right direction, was James.

I should have been spending some time with him, like Emma, Ava, and even Dr. Blake. It’s just that every time I thought about being alone with him, all those images of him and his big cock just flooded into my head. As per our agreement, Kora would allow me to deep dive into her code, and in return, I would help her with James’ conquests of my other crewmates. Kora had yet to make any demands or requests of any kind, but she still followed through on another addendum to our deal. It was that I got to fuel my kink, by watching James have sex with the other members of the crew. Thanks to Kora’s memory saver function, paired with her holographic rendering software, I could watch everything James had done in the three weeks while aboard the ship.

One of his most exciting encounters was with the ship’s executive officer, Sasha Monroe, while they were in the gym. Then there was the shower sex he had with Ava soon afterwards. Seeing Ava moaning and writhing in pleasure was something to see, but to see the stoically imposing figure of Sasha, fall on her knees and let him spew his white stuff all over her, was a sight to behold. I still remembered the climaxes I had while watching that memory. I still could not believe the rate James was going through my crewmates. Sooner or later, he would have gone through them all, and eventually, he would wind up with me as his next conquest.

I still didn’t know how I felt about the whole sex thing with James. He had been pretty dominant with the other members, and I didn’t know if that was my thing. I was just scared that he would just jam that steel pipe of his, uptomy pussy, so hard, that he would break it. I had been doing a lot of research on men and women having sex in the earlier centuries. Men would force themselves onto women, having sex without consent, and rape them until they got their fill. Then left them bloody and bruised, permanently traumatized by the experience. That last part scared me, but still, James didn’t seem to be that kind of guy. Yes, he had been a little forceful with them, but not once had any of them said no, pleaded with him to stop, or even showed any indication that they hadn’t liked it. Still,the fear remained. Maybe the only way to alleviate it was by getting to know James better. If I knew him, then maybe it wouldn’t be scary when, or if, he made his move on me. Realizing that it was the best way, I started to gather all the information while studying Kora, figuring that it was the best way to interact with him. But, first things first, I needed to work on the bugs on LETA.

Emma

“I still can’t believe that I would do such a thing," I spoke out loud to myself, while in the workshop, remembering the events that happened days ago. Then to make matters worse, on movie night; I used his leg as my pillow. It did feel nice to have something warm to hold onto while sleeping, but that was inappropriate.

Ever since that night, I had been avoiding James. I was afraid he would make fun of me, or ask why I did what I did. That alone would be embarrassing. I did, however, find James’ media drive. He left it hooked up to the media terminal back in the room. Curiosity getting the better of me, I copied some of his anime shows, to watch later. It was surprising how much I enjoyed the show about the man being summoned to another world. I also liked the half-animal girl that made an appearance. I always loved animals growing up, and to see someone as a half-raccoon and half-girl, just brought out the inner child in me. Luckily, James’ media file had a search engine installed to search for specific show info, and genres. Deciding to check this whole animal-human thing, I placed that into the search engine and all the shows showed up. With shows in mind, I copied them onto one of my spare drives. I was sure James wouldn’t mind me copying his stuff. He was the one that wanted us to look into them.

I would just tell him later about copying his shows. I browsed through all the different shows in my free time, watching a few episodes here and there. Some were good, some were quirky, and some were just ridiculous, but still fun to watch. But there was one that was a little different from the rest. Instead of humans that have some animal physical attributes, like a tail, or ears; in this one, it was as if animals evolved to be more like humans.

The concept alone, was what drew me to watch the series. It took place in high school, and, of course, the characters were high school students. One of the big things was that the school was divided, one side was the herbivores, the soft, friendly, grass-eating animals, and on the other side were the carnivores, the group that eats herbivores. Of course, eating another creature was considered murder, but that didn't fight back the millions of years of genetic instinct. There were many characters in the show, but the most noteworthy was the little, white bunny known as Haru. Haru was my favorite character because she was the one that I felt most akin to. Her being a small herbivore meant that she would be most likely to die young — being devoured by a carnivore.

Knowing this, she tried to live life to the fullest extent possible, and she didn’t care what other people thought. This,in turn, caused her to be bullied a lot because of the way she lived. And since she was a small animal, it made her an easy target. Still, no matter what was thrown at her, she did what she wanted to live her life. I tried to live my life just like her. I was always bullied because of how different I was, at how smart I was at a young age. Adults and kids didn’t understand what it was like to be me. Even though I was all grown up, people still didn’t understand me. That wouldn’t stop me from being me, though. Like Haru, I would just live my life just the way I wanted.

Thinking back to the show, she almost got devoured by another character who would later become my next favorite. His name was Legoshi, a big grey wolf, and in the world of the forest, a natural predator ofHaru, but Legoshi was a soft-spoken, friendly wolf. Learning more about Japanese culture, and their artistic style, some artists would name their characters for their traits or attributes. Legoshi had several meanings, but the most common ones were ‘wolf’, or ‘big soft wolf’. He tried to live his life as humbly as possible, trying his best not to be a wolf. Still given everything he tried, he almost gave in to that predatory drive, and almost devoured little Haru. He managed to snap out of it, but that event changed his life. He tried his best to avoid her, but somehow always found himself to be near her. Then, later on, he started developing feelings for her, and in turn, so did she, right after he saved her from a pack of hungry lions. Thinking of Legoshi, somehow led me to think of James.

In some ways, James was kind of like Legoshi. He can be soft-spoken at times, when we are in a group. He was friendly while trying to fit in, because he was a man. Plus, it didn’t help that James was a big creature, especially when he was standing right in front of you. It reminded me of when Haru and Legoshi interacted together. They would always, in their mind, comment on the difference in size between them. It was like that way with James and me. When I am next to him, I feel like that tiny rabbit, and he is that large wolf who can eat me at a moment’s notice. Even though he greets me with a warm smile.

Still wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the hatch door opening and closing to my workshop. As I turned around, he stood there in all his glory. Looking at him closely, he was starting to look like a wolf. His once short hair was starting to grow out, and was also starting to grow hair on his face.

“Hey, Emma, how’s it going?” he asked, ashe approached me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him, while getting my things, trying to put something between us.

“Well, I came by because I am usually here at this time," he gestured to the digital display on my desk, noting the time.

I was so wrapped up in my little dilemma that I hadn't noticed how much time had passed. Looking at it, I could not be around James, not with everything going on in my head.

“Sorry, but I cannot look at your stuff today, I have to find some hardware components that are stored in the cargo hold,'' I explained to him.

What I said isn’t entirely a lie. The ‘Ice Queen’ requisitioned me to upgrade her cell scanner. Something about needing it to observe the DNA, or cellular structure of a blood sample, but it was not a high priority, so I left it on the back burner. Deciding to use that as an excuse, I grabbed my hand-terminal and bolted towards the door.

Before I could leave, James spoke, “Do you need any help?”

In my mind, I said to myself, ‘No dummy, I don’t want to be near you right now,’ but all I said to him was, “I am good. It is not your job to help out, so why don’t you go on and hang out with Ava or Grace.”

I was about to leave the room, but he spoke again.

“I don’t mind helping. Besides Grace said she was working on LETA, and I am not allowed to be with her when she is working on ship systems. As for Ava, she is busy with dinner preparations and asked to not be disturbed..." He paused, waiting to see if I was going to respond to something. When I said nothing, he continued, “I could use the distraction, there are so few things for me to do on this ship, so if I can help just to occupy the time, then please use me as you see fit.”

I thought about what he said. He was acting like nothing was wrong, like it didn’t matter. I didn't know if I should be relieved, or hurt by that. In any case, I should try and act like everything was normal. If I pushed him away then he would know something was wrong, but at the same time, I didn’t want to be near him. With the last bit of reluctance, I told him that he could come and help, but he was not allowed to touch anything without my permission. With that, we left for the cargo hold.

I always hated looking for something in the cargo hold. It was just as big as the one filled with the GFC stasis pods, but instead of rows of big metal tubes, there were rows and rows of storage and shipping containers. Besides transporting the pods, we also transported other materials, packages, and a few other pieces of equipment that the Alexandrea system needed. The cargo holdsalso housed utility and replacement parts for repairing the ship’s systems. RTC tends to pack a lot of spare parts for their ships; so much so, that one could practically build a small ship, with all the spare components currently stored in this room. Because of the vast storage, finding and retrieving items was a whole ordeal, and to make matters worse, they didn’t consider a four-foot-ten person to do it all by themselves. Even if I wouldn’t admit it, having James here was a big help. I still kept my distance from him, though. I was still thinking of a way to broach the subject, of the time I had his penis in my mouth. The worst part about it was, that he wasn’t as unnerved by it as I was. You would think having your dick sucked by someone warrants some form of conversation, but to him, it was nothing. Like I was nothing.

Thinking about it was starting to infuriate me, and when he tried to make small talk, all I would do was give him a few-word response. It wasn’t as if I was trying to be mean to him, but I just didn’t know what to do. It was so frustrating that he could cause me to act like this. Having no words to say, no answers to the complicated question that was right in front of me. Angered by it all, I was rushedthrough the storage bins. Doing so recklessly, and in my state of mind, I did not notice that the storage crates were off-kilter, or the fact James was yelling for me to watch out. By the time I noticed, the heavy crates were starting to tumble down, heading towards me. Then in a flash, I was pushed forward and ended up in a barrel roll.

Listening to the loud crash of storage bins, I realized that somehow I was far away from the disaster. Still trying to figure out how I ended up where I was, I realized that something was on top of me. A large shadowy form was wrapped around me, encompassing me within its grasp. Feeling the heat coming off it, and the rushing heart rate, I realized that it was James who was on top of me. He was the one who saved me from being crushed alive. Feeling his heart rate, and the heavy breath, he must have gone full sprint trying to get to me in time.

“Are you… okay?” he asked slowly, while he tried to catch his breath.

Feeling him encompassing me like that, brought me back to the show with Legoshi having Haru in almost this same position. Panting and out of breath, but still had me within his grasp, but only this time, instead of devouring me, he was protecting me. It felt nice to be in his embrace. It felt like nothing in the galaxy could hurt me. It’s amazing how I didn’t want James to be anywhere near me a few moments ago, and yet, right then, I didn’t want him to leave — all I wanted was to feel protected forever. Yet, I couldn’t, and I realized that I was taking too long to answer.

“Yeah, I am all right. You saved me," I said, while reaching out towards him, feeling the warmth and the strength within his arms.

“Well yeah, I can’t let some heavy boxes damage that beautiful mind of yours," he said, with a little chuckle in his voice; which in turn, caused me to chuckle as well.

“Do you really think my mind is beautiful?” I asked him, sheepishly.

“Of course, your mind is beautiful. Emie, your mind is a true masterpiece, and losing it will be a travesty to the entire galaxy," he told me.

His remarks left my cheeks blushing, but something else he said also brought another chuckle to my lips.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, with some confusion in his voice.

“Oh nothing, it's just that my mother used to call me Emie,” I told him, with a smile.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know," he apologized, for no apparent reason.

“Oh no, it’s fine. Actually,it’s kinda nice being called Emie again,” I said, turning my head towards him and flashing him a small smile.

Realizing that he was holding onto me for too long, he finally let go of me, and helped me to my feet.

The disaster pile wasn’t as bad as I thought. Only a few storage bins fell over, and while it wouldn’t have killed me, it would have earned me a long stay in the Med Bay. We got to work cleaning up the mess we made, all the time, I was trying to figure out what to say to him. He did save me, and he at least deserved an explanation as to why I was so cold to him earlier.

So with all the courage,I could muster, I spoke to him. “Hey James, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” he asked.

“Sorry for the way I have been acting towards you. I just didn't know what to say after what happened back in my workshop," I explained to him.

“Yeah, I kinda figured that,” he said, while placing one of the bins back in place.

I asked what he meant.

He said, “Well, I figured, given it was your first time being with a man, that you might be embarrassed by what happened.”

Looking at him, stunned that he knew why I was acting so differently towards him, I asked, “Why didn’t you say anything?” trying to get some answers out of him.

“Well, I figured that you needed time to process everything, and when you were ready, you would come out and say something. So the only thing I could do was keep doing things that we normally do, and wait until you were ready.”

Still stunned by the whole thing, I realized James was not acting as if nothing happened; he was just giving me time, and some space to come to terms with it. Then he waited for me to broach the subject with him. I had been such a fool, thinking James was finished with me once he had gotten what he wanted.

“Sorry, James. I guess I should have just come out and said it," I told him.

From there, we carried on with the clean-up. It went surprisingly quickly, especially with James being there, lifting the heavy bins back on top. Then we found what we initially came in for, and we wereabout to head towards the cargo hold hatch, until I spoke up once again.

“James, I hope that I am not overstepping, but could we continue from last time. You know. The things that we did together," I said, while looking away, trying to hide how red my cheeks were.

“Sure I don’t mind, but if only you are okay with it — and you don’t go cold-shoulder on me, afterward,'' he said.

His request was reasonable, so I agreed to it. Then just before we stepped through the hatch, I gestured to him to come closer to me. I wanted to show my appreciation for saving me. I reached out and wrapped my hands around his neck, and then stood up until I was on my tippy toes. I planted a sensual kiss on his lips. I felt the warm sensation coming from his mouth, and it was almost intoxicating. He brought his own hands to my waist, and with little effort, he'd pulled me closer, embracing me within his scent. The taste, the smell, the strength, and the warmth of him was so grand, that a part of me wished for the moment to never end. With reluctance, I broke the kiss, and smiled at him. I couldn’t believe that I had been so confused and angry with him, for something I did. From then on, when it came to him, I would not overthink things, I would just dothem. So before we left towards the ship’s passageways, I slyly brushed my hand against his crotch and left with a coy smile.

As I headed back to my workshop, I had to come up with something to do with James, when we were alone. Plus, I needed to know if he was doing anything with the rest of the crew. I had a feeling that he and Ava were up to something, since they both were getting rather close. I didn’t mind if he had, or even with Grace. The one I had trouble with, was the ‘Ice Queen’. I would not let that bitch outdo me. If she was having fun with James, then so should I. Then I remembered our little hidden surveillance cameras. We hadn’t taken them down yet, and I wondered if Grace was using them.

‘Maybe I should look into that, and see if anything interesting happens,’ I said to myself, as I headed down the hall.

Chapter 15

James

“Hey, Master, whatcha doing?” my floating fairy, Kora, asked me while in the room.

“Oh you know, trying to make some improvements on you," I shot back, while still working at my desk-terminal late at night, or whatever is nighttime on this ship.

“Why change me, Master? Am I not perfect just the way I am?” she asked, while she floated in front of me.

“Of course, you are great, I am just trying to make you better," I replied.

“So what are you doing, Master?” she asked, while taking a perch on my shoulder.

While Kora was implanted in my head, she still couldn’t read my mind. She could only see what was happening on a chemical level, like emotions. Still,though, I tried to keep her in the loop; not just to satisfy her curiosity, but to keep track of my progress.

“I am trying to write a script that will allow you to pair to any wireless device," telling her, as I ran the script through a compiler.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because, you can freely download yourself into any nearby devices using the already installed transmitter in my brain. You know the one the GFC personnel used to receive your reports. Since it’s there, I might as well use it," I said, explaining my reasoning.

Despite how simple it sounded, it was a complicated piece of code. The problem was that Kora was just too big to be transmitted through wireless transmissions.

“What seems to be the issue?” she asked.

“Well to be crude, you are too fat," I said, sticking out my tongue at her.

She protested and said she was not fat, and that she had curves in all the right places. To be honest, talking to her like that always put me at ease. To have someone you can talk to, and feel like you were not talking to a machine was what probably kept me sane, all these years.

“Anyway,’' I said, trying to continue where I left off. “If your programming is to be sent via a transmission; even with your ultra-compression software, it still would be too much data.”

“Maybe you should ask Grace. She has been doing fine, looking under my hood, so to speak," as she said that, she flipped up her skirt to reveal her dark thong panties.

She always did this when our conversation led to something sexual in nature, but what could I do, that was how I programmed her.

“Yeah, maybe. Oh by the way, how is she doing with everything you have shown her?” I asked, after I decided to take a break and shut down my terminal after my fifth compiler failure.

“She is doing more than good, Master. Every time I show her one of your escapades, she is always left on the floor shaking from cumming too much. I mean you should have seen her when you took Ava in the shower, she came quicker than any other time I have been around her,” she explained, in vivid detail.

Thinking to myself, imagining how our shy, little friend would look quivering in ecstasy. “So do you think she is ready to take things further?” I asked my fairy friend.

“Unfortunately, no. She is curious, but if you try anything on her, she might run away.”

“I can't have her running away from me, not that I would force her to do anything. I may be a lot of things, but a bastard I am not," speaking out loud, while contemplating my next move on Grace. “I think we should ask for Ava’s help in this. I know she loves her, and maybe with a friend there, Grace might not run away. What do you think, Kora?” I asked, while she was sitting on my knee like it was a ledge.

“That might work, but you will have to be subtle about it. Do it all at once, and you could overwhelm her,” she shot back, while she was lazily kicking her legs.

“I understand, Kora. Besides, there is no point in rushing things," I told her.

After noticing the clock, I realized it was time to get moving. Getting up from my chair, I gathered everything I needed, including the package Ava gave me after dinner.

Kora looked up at me, she asked, “Master, are you sure it’s time?”

“Yes, Kora, it is,” and with that, I left my room in the dead of night. Not a sound could be heard from down the passageway, and just like that, I was swallowed into the darkness.

Elizabeth

Night shifts could be brutal, especially for a small crew like ours. A person had to be awake at all times, in case of any emergency. Rogue asteroids, systems failures, or in the worst case, piracy. Since our routes were so out of the way, the only way they could intercept us, asif they knew the routes ahead of time, and if they did, this ship was more than ready to eliminate any threat that came our way. That being said, since everything was pretty much being maintained by LETA, that just left me nothing to do. The night shift was handled by switching people off every six hours. Looking at the time, it was about 11:30pm, and I still had more than four hours to go. With nothing to do since I had already finished all of my reports, and read through my stash of e-books several times. All I could do was wait and think. That left me with my thoughts on James.

After so many weeks, I still hadn’t found a way to socialize with him. There was no doubt that with his presence, the morale on the ship had greatly improved. Even Dr. Blake had been making more of an effort to interact with us. It was one thing to interact with your crew, but it is hard to interact with a passenger. With a crew, you could ask how their jobs were going, but with James, I could not seem to find a topic that I could broach withhim. Thinking about it would only just lead to more headaches, and I didn’t need that in the middle of my shift. Looking at the time, I decided to do a crew count, to see where everyone wasat.

“LETA, how is the crew doing tonight?” I asked our ship A.I.

“ALL CREW MEMBERS ARE CURRENTLY IN THEIR CREW QUARTERS. CAPTAIN, PASSENGER JAMES PEIRCE APPEARS TO BE NOT IN HIS QUARTERS," LETA informed me.

“Where is he?” I demanded, while getting up from my chair.

“JAMES PEIRCE IS LOCATED OUTSIDE GFC CARGO HOLD, DECK 5, PORT SIDE."

A wave of panic set in, fearing James was trying to do something with the other pods. I rushed out of the door with my hand-terminal, and a baton. In case he did something I would call a ship-wide alert to subdue him, and lock him away.

It only took a few minutes to get there, but my mind was racing.

‘Was this all part of his plan?Was he trying to free more of his friends? Was he trying to sabotage the ship?’All these thoughts ran through my mind, as I made my way through the ship.

Slowing down to a halt, I made my way to the intersection. I wanted to catch him in the act. That way I would have sufficient proof that he was up to no good. Reaching the corner, I slowly peekedaround the edge, but instead of him doing something that he shouldn’t, unfortunately, all I saw was just him, sitting there looking out one of the ship’s bay windows. Even though this was a spaceship, windows were placed throughout it, so the crew did not feel like they were stuck in a metal casket. He was just sitting there; gazing outside at the starry sky. It looked like he was doing nothing, but looks could be deceiving. So with soft steps, I approached him. He hadn’t noticed me, and at closer inspection, it looked like he was holding something. Still making my approach, I was almost in visual range of what he was holding, until I stepped on a loose floor panel. A low squeak rang through the dead quiet passageway.

James quickly hid what he was looking at, and turned around to face what was behind him. It took a bit for him to adjust his eyes to the shadowy figure. Once he realized who it was, he spoke up.

“Oh, Captain Lane, I didn’t know you would be up at this time.”

He looked a little flustered, like he was hiding something, but looking around, nothing looked out of place. Still, though he shouldn’t be out at this time of night.

“It’s my turn to perform the night shift, and what are you doing out here Mr. Pierce?” I asked, taking on the air of authority.

“Oh, well, I couldn’t sleep so I was stumbling around until I found this view.'' He was pointing out the large window by the sidewall.

Normally, you would only see stars on the outside, but this time a bright, gaseous nebula could be seen in the distance. A nebula is mainly a cloud of dust and vapor that floats in an area of space. Usually composed of basic elements such as hydrogen, which is why nebula could also act as a nursery for newly-formed stars. One of the unique byproducts of a nebula is not its scientific value, but its aesthetic beauty. So many colors, yellow, greens, and other blended colors, really shine in the vastness of the darkened space. I must say the nebula James was looking at, was quite breathtaking, but that was not entirely the reason he was here.

“Mr. Pierce, you know you should be in your room during the night shift," I told him, while looking down athim, trying to figure out what he was doing here.

He looked at me and he kind of shrugged his shoulders, and said, “You are right, Captain. I know I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t sleep; I couldn’t miss this chance to see this view," he said, gesturing towards the nebula. “Come and take a seat, and please, call me James," he said, while patting the spot next to him.

Figuring that there was no harm in it, I took a seat. There was some awkward silence between us for a while. I could not figure out what to say to him, and James had been staring out the windowall this time.

The silence finally got to me, so I spoke up and asked him a question. “James, why are you here?”

“Because I didn’t want to miss out on this nebula," he answered, while still looking out the window.

“You know we were passing through this nebula earlier today. You could have seen it during the day; instead of being here at night,” I informed him.

He sat there, looking like he was contemplating his next response. He slumped down his shoulders, and for the first time since I had sat down, and turned towards me.

“You're right, I could have admired the view during the day shift, but I wanted to have a little bit of a private moment," he said.

That piqued my interest, and before I could ask why he needed privacy, he spoke up again.

“You see, I wanted to do something for myself, and since I don’t get much privacy at the GFC, I figured that now would probably be the only time I could.”

With that, he brought out what he was hiding from me. It was a small plastic container, like the kind you used to store food, or perishables. I was about to ask what was inside, when he opened the lid, and inside was a small cake with white frosting done in a beautiful swirl. It wasn’t as small as a cupcake, but was small enough to be eaten by one person.

“Where did you get something like that?” I asked, surprised that he had something like that, so far out in space. They were usually not on the menu for space travelers. I will admit though I was even in this poor lighting, it did look delicious.

“I asked Ava to make me one. Don’t tell Dr. Blake that I am eating something like this. It is not exactly approved for Eros Candidates," he answered, while he placed the container between us.

“Okay, but why do you have one?” I asked, while stealing glimpses at the scrumptious delight.

“Well," he started while rubbing the back of his head, “this is kind of a special occasion.”

“Special occasion?” I replied, with renewed interest.

“Yeah, you see, if LETA’s date and timestamp are correct, in just a few minutes, it will be my birthday.”

“Really. Why didn’t you say anything? You know Ava would have set something up for you, judging how close you have been lately,'' I said, while gesturing toward the box with the cake.

They would have to bebecause making something like a cake on a spaceship, was no easy task when procuring the ingredients. It had to have taken a while for her to make just this one cake. Then I remembered the hushed conversation those two had in the mess hall, a few days back. So that was why they were having that conversation. It was so she could make the cake for him.

“I know, but in truth, it has been a long time since I celebrated my birthday, so I didn’t want to make a big deal about it," he said, with a bit of a somber tone.

“Why so long? Do you not celebrate birthdays at the GFC facilities?” I asked, trying to find out more about him.

He shook his head, “No, because we move around a lot, and have to go through stasis sleep. For those that do manage to be awake on their birthday, the GFC personnel don’t allow us to celebrate because we have more important things to do.”

“Then, when was the last time you celebrated it?” I asked, shocked that they didn’t celebrate the day that they were born. In my family, we always made sure that birthdays were celebrated to the absolute fullest. Even when Sasha moved in with us, we celebrated it just like we always did, with cake, parties, and gifts because it celebrated the day that person entered into the world, and eventually into our lives.

“Do you want to know?” he asked, still somber.

I could tell that this was an uncomfortable subject, but I nodded my response, and let him continue.

“The last time I celebrated my birthday was before I entered the Eros Program, and the last time I celebrated on the actual day of my birth was on my thirteenth birthday,” he said.

I was confused by his answer and was about to ask him to clarify, but he raised his hand, knowing what I was about to ask.

“Before we entered the Eros candidate program, we spent a few years in a GFC dormitory school. The purpose of the school was to train, and educate us on what we do in becoming Eros candidates. They never did anything sexual with us, since we were underage, but they made sure they had our genetic makeup and we were at physical peak condition, and how to maintain our body’s health. Since our school’s purpose was to get us ready to save mankind; birthdays were not high on the list for things to do, but they made concessions. On the seventh day of every month, they would celebrate the boys who had their birthday for that month only.”

“Okay, I can see why you didn’t celebrate your actual birthday. Then what about your thirteenth birthday?” I asked him. The life of a boy in this day and age is far different from what I grew up in.

“Growing up, I was a very shy kid. It was hard for me to talk to people, and for the most part, I was a loner. The only thing that was good in my life was my mother. She would do anything to make my day special, especially when it came to my birthday," he told me with a spark of happiness within his eyes that I had never seen before.

“Since I had no friends, she would put in a lot of effort to make that day special. She would create these kinds of treasure hunts, or problem-solving puzzles. She knew I loved puzzles, so she would make a game out of it. Every year, they would get more complex and more fun, she would even make a story for it, like I was finding a lost treasure of a lost civilization. On my thirteenth birthday, she went all out. Stories, logic puzzles, the works; we traveled all over my planet, all for it to end at a beautiful little lake that was surrounded by forest. It was, hands down, the best birthday that I ever had, and I got to spend it with my mother. At the time, I wondered why she would do something so extravagant. Then I found out why. A few days after my birthday, women from the Federation showed up at my house and took me away.”

He took a long pause, as if he was remembering that heart-breaking moment.

“By law, a male boy must be in Federation custody at the age of thirteen, of course, a parent can send their son earlier, but not my mother. She knew when I turned thirteen, I would be whisked away from her, and there was nothing she could do about it. So instead of wallowing, she decided to spend as much time as she could with me, and gave me the biggest birthday scavenger hunt of all time. It was wonderful, from the puzzles to the minor history trivia, the great scenery, and the best part was getting to spend every moment with her.” He finished his tale with an unsmiling tone.

“She sounds like a wonderful mother, I bet she misses you dearly," I said, while scooting a little closer to him, trying to decide if I should comfort him.

“She did miss me a lot. She would even send video messages to me whenever she could. Telling me how things were going, that she misses me, and sometimes she would add some media files, and a bunch of other things, so my mind won’t go to mush wherever I am at.”

“That sounds nice, I bet you send her messages all the time about your little adventures. I bet once you get to Alexandrea, you will tell her everything that happened here, and all the people you met," I told him, trying to brighten his day, but all I did was cause him to sink even further into his darkened mood. What he said next made me instantly regret every word I said.

“I would if I could, but you see, she is no longer with us anymore,” telling me, while looking into my eyes, conveying the seriousness, and the hurt he felt at that moment.

“I bet you are wondering how she died?” he asked, to which I answered his question with a nod, afraid if I said anything it would be the wrong thing.

“She died like how most people die, from old age. What they tell you when you enter into the Eros program, is that you are heroes, and you will save the human race and whatnot. What they don’t tell you is what you might lose in return for saving the galaxy.” He took a short pause trying to collect his thoughts on the matter. “As you well know, to make sure our genetic material reaches its destination, and not spoil, we travel by stasis pod. They would say once you go under, you will wake up in another world, in a blink of an eye. What they didn’t tell us is the amount of time you lose when you go to sleep. In a blink of an eye, weeks, months, or maybe years, will be gone. I would still get my mother’s video messages, but it would be one big batch, because of all the time I would skip. I watched her age right in front of my eyes with each video batch. Then one day coming out of my pod, her videos stopped.”

He took a moment to compose himself. I could tell, his recounting of this story was bringing up some old wounds, but I kept still, letting him finish.

“It turns out my last stasis sleep took longer than most others, and by the time I got up, she had passed away. All that was left, was a video leaving me everything that she owned, and that even if I wasn’t there with her, she always felt me within her heart. And for me to find happiness in my life, because we only get one.”

A small tear started rolling down his cheek. I had never seen him like this before, so vulnerable, and sad. Usually, he was always happy and always greeted me with a smile. Maybe that's why he decided to do this alone, so no one could see him like this. I wondered how long he had been carrying this burden.

“How long?” I asked.

“Hmm…?”

“How long were you in stasis, from when your mother died?” I asked, with a sense of dread knowing that I would not like the answer.

“Eleven years.”

“Eleven years!” I yelled.

“Yeah, that was how long I was in stasis. By the time I got up, she was gone. The only things I have left of her are her puzzles, movies, and books that she loves, and this.” He picked up a picture frame with a person in it. I realized that it was his mother. I examined her as best as I could in this low light, but from what I could tell, she was a beautiful woman who had the same-colored eyes as James. Those same eyes that he looked at me with, when he first came out of stasis on this ship.

“She is beautiful. I am sorry for your loss," trying my best to console him.

“It's okay. I had plenty of time to come to terms with it. Ever since she passed, I never really saw any reason to celebrate my birthday. No cake, no great view, no one special to celebrate with, it just seemed pointless. Being stuck at GFC facilities where you only see walls and a generic courtyard with a little bit of grass.”

“So why now? What changed?”  I asked him.

“Well look,” he said, gesturing towards the window. “I am in space, with a gorgeous view, and what seems like a delicious cake, that looks like Ava poured her heart into it, and maybe she is not here, but in some way, I am celebrating it with her," he said, pointing towards the picture. He grabbed it from my hands and placed it between us.

In some way, it made sense why he did what he did tonight. If I had gone through what he did, then maybe I would only celebrate my birthday on something special like this. I had to admit the view of the nebula was something to behold.

James then decided to tear the cake in half, and proceeded to hand me one of the halves.

“Here,” he said.

I tried to decline his offer. This was something special that only he should have; after all, I was the one who intruded on his personal moment. Then he said something that I could not refute.

“A cake is only good if you share it with someone.”

And with that, I took half, and brought it to my mouth. It was delicious — a moist, strawberry cake with creamy, vanilla frosting. It was not my cake of choice, but it was something good. James explained that this was his mother’s favorite, so it became his.

We spent the next couple of hours just talking to one another. We talked about my favorite movies, philosophy, and what were my plans in life. It was such a nice evening, that some might consider this was a date. Before we knew it, two hours had passed and we had to wrap things up.

What surprised me before we left, was that he offered to keep me company during my time on the night shift. I wasn’t opposed to his idea, I found out that I enjoyed spending time with him, and began to see why the others liked him so much. I wouldn’t lie, that the tightened feeling that I felt when I first saw him would appear from time to time, but I just ignored it. After he picked up all his stuff, I realized that even though his birthday had already passed, it wouldn’t be a true birthday unless he received a present. Trying to think quickly on my feet; an idea came to me like a bolt of lightning. The idea left a little blush on my cheeks, but with nothing else to give, it was my only choice.

I stopped James before he headed down the passageway, and asked him to close his eyes. He asked why, but I told him he would find out in due time, and it was nothing bad. He relented and closed his eyes. Making my way up to him, I brought my hands around his neck, and while reaching to my tiptoes, I brought him down, and gave him a sensual kiss. He made a little surprising sound from his lips, but once he got past the initial shock, he began to lean more into it. It was a slow kiss, but I started to feel the passion behind his lips. I could tell he knew how to kiss a woman because this kiss was making me weak in the knees.

Then with little effort, he slipped his hot tongue into my mouth. I could still taste the vanilla icing, and it was just as sweet as when I first took a bite. He brought his hands to my waist, and brought me in a little closer. He pulled me until my body was pressed into his. His strong, earthy scent enveloped me, and for some reason, my pussy was starting to moisten. His kiss was hot, and full of passion; then a small moan started to fill the room. It took me some time to realize that it was me, making that sound. I also felt that tightness in my chest. It was as if my heart was jumping for joy, but I knew that couldn’t be it. I barely knew James, but to start developing feelings for him. After several minutes, I finally broke the kiss. Cheeks still flushed, but luckily in this poorly-lit corridor, he wouldn’t be able to tell.

“That wasn’t too bad. You know I have never kissed someone with facial hair before," I said, while giggling at him, as I lightly fondled his chin.

“Yeah, sorry about that," he was also rubbing his beard. “I would get this trimmed down, but all the hair cutting is done by GFC personnel.”

Thinking about what he said, I decided to rectify the situation. “Meet me later when you can, and let's see if I can trim this down a bit," I said, while slightly ruffling his hair. “I may not be a hairstylist, but I’ll see what I can do.”

And with that, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

Heading back to the bridge, I thought back to everything that he had told me. James had lost a lot over the years, mainly his mother, the only person he truly really knew. I could tell he deeply loved her, and that alone, made my heart go out to him. Maybe instead of keeping James at a distance, I should spend more time with him. Maybe after all of this, we could send video messages to each other, that way he wouldn’t feel alone. I contemplated this idea while back at my station, noticing the time. Only one more hour left until the shift changes.

James

‘That night out really took a turn in the end,’ I thought to myself. When I went out tonight, I never thought that I would spend my time with the captain. She was everything Sasha had said she would be. Kind, caring, and driven with a sense of purpose. That was why she was the captain on this ship, so she could make her way to the Federation. That kiss she placed on my lips, though, now that was something special. I had to admit I never would have thought that was how my night would end. Hopefully, she would take me up on my offer of keeping her company. Even if our relationship didn’t lead to sex, I would be okay with it. Still, though, that kiss left me with a major hard-on. Figuring once I was back in my room; I would have Kora replay one of my previous escapades with the crew.

As I walked into my room, the lights were set to a low glow. I was about to ask Kora what was going on until I heard…

“Hello, Master. How may I serve you tonight?”

But, instead of hearing it from my floating fairy, it came from a woman's figure on my bed. It was Ava, in all of her sexy glory.

Right then, I knew how I was going to relieve my ache, deep within my balls.