Velvet touch.\u00a0 Perfect rhythm.\u00a0 Pierre closed his eyes and willed her to come all over him.\u00a0 She obliged, her eyes flying open, her body overloaded.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaptain!\u201d\u00a0 The computer\u2019s flat voice cut in with a special note of panic.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019re leaking atmosphere!\u201d<\/p>\n
Pierre leaped up, flailing to cast aside the simulation.\u00a0 It collapsed in on itself in a cacophony of scattered light and garbled sound.\u00a0 \u201cFuck!\u00a0 Get it sealed down!\u201d\u00a0 He groped at the edges of his jumpsuit, trying to force his disappointed cock back inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t bother,\u201d said a silky voice beside him.<\/p>\n
Pierre froze.\u00a0 Someone was standing right behind him, her long-clawed hands draped over his shoulders like the ends of a very sharp scarf.\u00a0 Her breath, like rose petals and old books, prickled at the spot just behind his ear.<\/p>\n
There were no females, human or alien, on board his ship beyond the models contained in the AI for virtual reality.\u00a0 He steeled himself against the distinct possibility of death as he turned around.<\/p>\n
She was incandescent: sparks showered all around her, but these winked out of existence before they came into contact with anything real.\u00a0 Her whole slender, black-clad body\u2014or was she clad?\u00a0 It could have been downy fur\u2014shimmered as if not quite present.\u00a0 If her claws hadn\u2019t been digging into his neck, Pierre would have guessed she was a hologram.<\/p>\n
\u201cDown, boy,\u201d she purred, and he tumbled back into the simulation chair.\u00a0 Instantly she was straddling him, rubbing her tight-wrapped crotch against his cock, still dangling out of the jumpsuit.\u00a0 Pierre shuddered towards her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho the hell\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn inter-dimensional being hell-bent on getting laid.\u00a0 Now, are you going to fuck me or what?\u201d\u00a0 The creature began to peel off her own suit, and Pierre saw that she did indeed have fur, but it was a rich blue and curled in tight kinks.\u00a0 He reached up a hand without thinking and touched it; she hissed and snapped at his fingers, her teeth puncturing the air where his skin had been seconds before.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll break the slipstream,\u201d she mewled.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m riding behind a warship.\u00a0 I\u2019ve got about\u2026\u201d\u00a0 She glanced down at something on her wrist, though Pierre saw nothing there.\u00a0 \u201cForty-five seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shrugged and tugged at his cock, his eyes taking her in.\u00a0 She had no reason to be here, on his ship\u2014there were hundreds within range, silently orbiting the Zeus station.\u00a0 As if in answer to his unspoken question, she said, \u201cSize matters,\u201d and then settled her entrance right over the tip of his cock.<\/p>\n
There was an audible rush of air, and he found himself sucked up inside of her.\u00a0 He flinched, expecting pain, but instead a very active set of muscles rippled up and down the length of his shaft, bringing him to the brink in seconds.<\/p>\n
\u201cAahhwraanbeffflisshhhhh,\u201d he attempted.\u00a0 The creature grinned and buckled down to the business of riding him.\u00a0 Pierre fell into it, relishing the touch of real flesh instead of the half-hearted squeeze of a simulation; his head lolled on the simulation chair and he tried to size her up, figure out what kind of a being she was, whatever he could think of not to come too soon.<\/p>\n
Her claws were dangerously close to puncturing his skin, but rested lightly enough that she never drew blood.\u00a0 Still, she raked them down his sides, drawing responses from nerves he had never even known were in his body.\u00a0 Suddenly, she rippled and faded, almost gone, her face contorting as her vagina tightened around him.<\/p>\n
\u201cGods!\u201d she screeched, and as Pierre’s whole body rippled with an orgasm, the tension released from his cock and he spurted into the air.\u00a0 There was only a lingering scent of roses and ancient pages as the roar of a warship passed by.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Velvet touch.\u00a0 Perfect rhythm.\u00a0 Pierre closed his eyes and willed her to come all over him.\u00a0 She obliged, her eyes flying open, her body overloaded. \u201cCaptain!\u201d\u00a0 The computer\u2019s flat voice cut in with a special note of panic.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019re leaking atmosphere!\u201d Pierre leaped up, flailing to cast aside the simulation.\u00a0 It collapsed in on itself … <\/p>\n