Sci-Fi & Fantasy Erotica: Volume 1 (Sci-Fi & Fantasy Erotica Series)

by Charlie Buxton

  If there was one thing he was missing - it was a sleeping partner. He'd had 32 sex partners (several of them more than once), but the Aquilans showed no inclination toward sticking around after sex. Without fail, sex would finish and the woman would stand up and leave - ready to pick up with her shipboard duties without missing a beat. He had asked a couple of women to stay the night - but they had simply taken it as an invitation for further coupling.

  Angelo thought about it and realized that this could probably be attributed directly to the plasma-based origins. For that form, sleep was a dormant time. The Aquilans around him always slept alone in darkened, private sleep quarters.

  Now he was with number 33 - Menaea. She had crimson skin and a startlingly voluptuous body that seemed built for pleasure. In fact, she was built for pleasure. The majority of her genetic code had been pulled from sequences designed during the gene wars of the late 22nd century. Her 'ancestors' had been designed to be the ultimate courtesans and her specific model had been patterned after a character named Dejah Thoris from an ancient science fiction series. She was three quarters 'Dejah' and one quarter Geisha - both portions designed by genetic engineers given free rein to craft the ultimate fantasy woman built for sex and pleasure.

  There were many such evocative combinations aboard the ship. It was clear the Aquilans had done quite a bit of experimenting with the genetic materials they had absconded with those many years before.

  He certainly had no complaints regarding their tinkering. It was a true rainbow aboard ship, and each Aquilan - man or woman - was a startling yet unique study in physical beauty.

  He was currently enraptured watching Menaea's head bob up and down his lighter shaft and the wonderful contrast between her skin and his own. It added to the erotic element.

  "Commander Telegin."

  She was so talented. Menaea's hands corkscrewed around his cock, her tongue licked tortuously at the top of every stroke.

  "Commander Telegin?"

  Angelo could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. He debated... prolong things, or simply surrender. The (literally) sex-charged atmosphere of the ship had certainly changed his attitude regarding when to climax. He voted for waiting, but then Menaea pulled her mouth off and slid his cock between her red breasts. Just the visual of his pale cock nestled between her red orbs was all it took to change his mind. A mere four or five strokes was all it took for him to let loose and send the first ivory blast across her crimson mounds.

  "Oh gods," he moaned.

  "Commander Telegin!"

  "What?" he cried, and looked up from his bliss to see Leneria waiting to the side.

  "Oh goddds... hello Leneria."

  "By all means finish," she said calmly.

  Angelo finished and Menaea stood up, wiping the creamy liquid into her skin.

  "We can finish another time, Commander," she said, and without another word she departed.

  "Commander," said Leneria, "it has been two weeks since you came aboard and it is customary for the liaisons to undergo a physical examination."

  "Oh, I've been examined," said Angelo.

  Leneria turned to him in surprise.

  "But I'm the primary medical expert on the ship, who else would have done an examination?"

  "Inspected, probed a couple of times, I'd say a great many women are intimately familiar with great portions of my body."

  "I see," said Leneria, "it's a double entendre."

  She turned back and continued leading Angelo to the medical suite.

  "If you weren't aware, double entendre has little relevance in our culture. I suppose it was an attempt at humor, but it fell on deaf ears."

  "Point taken," said Angelo.

  They arrived at the medical suite and Angelo was impressed to see they had the most modern of modern medical technology.

  Once inside, Leneria was all business.

  "Lie down please," she said, gesturing him to an examining couch.

  "You bet, doctor," he said with a smile.

  "I am not a doctor yet," she said. "I am preparing to sit the examination for my medical certificate in approximately six months' time."

  "Okay."

  "Now, let me check these readings."

  She examined the holographic projection of countless statistics that the med scanner had gathered from Angelo as soon as he sat down. She tapped out a few notes.

  "Well?" he asked.

  "All systems seem to be optimal. If I would have any concerns it would be your hormone levels. It seems you are responding particularly well to our air mixture. All varieties of leutinizing and follicle stimulating hormone are in the top end of acceptable levels. I'm guessing you are having no problems maintaining erections, nor in producing seminal fluid?"

  "True to both of those statements," agreed Angelo.

  "Have you experienced any undue aggressive behavior?"

  "No... but frankly I haven't had much chance to enter that arena. Most of thataggression is pretty much being channeled into sexual pursuits.

  "I see," said Leneria. "Well, the androgens our atmosphere cause the male body to produce are primarily based toward sexual activity - your circulatory system shows no signs adverse side effects. You also exhibit only a slight increase in muscle tone, but no excessive bulking as one would see with artificial hormones and steroids. I am putting in a note about the elevated levels, however, and would like to examine you again in a week."

  Angelo was having problems focusing on what she was saying. Lying there, looking up at her beautiful body and face, he was mesmerized. He tried telling himself it was simply sexual attraction, resulting from the very same hormonal levels she had been describing - but this was a different feeling. Her face was captivating, her words were magical - the tone in her voice made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and feel the good kind of drowsy.

  Almost unconsciously, he reached out and took her hand in his. Surprisingly, she unconsciously returned the gesture and held his hand in hers for several moments as she continued examining the readouts. Eventually, she realized what she had been doing and dropped the hand - blushing slightly.

  "Leneria, I..."

  "I do not wish to copulate with you," she said coldly, turning away.

  "Neither do I," said Angelo.

  He sat up so he could be more on her level.

  "Then what do you want?" asked Leneria, turning back to him.

  "This," he said tenderly.

  Taking her face in his hands, he bent down to kiss her oh-so-gently. She returned it, and just as he'd felt when she had been there in the greeting party - he was incredibly dizzy, and he had no doubt she felt the same.

  "Why did you do that?" inquired Leneria. "I made it clear I do not desire sexual congress with you. You also stated you didn't want that. Why would you kiss me, then?"

  "Because that's not what kissing is always about."

  "Of course it is," she insisted. "Kissing stimulates countless nerves in the lips and erogenous zones, particularly when the two people kissing have their bodies touching. What other reason would there be to kiss? I have heard reports from other women aboard who have told of you kissing them after the fact. Other fleet liaisons exhibited similar behavior until we trained them otherwise. Why do you do such things?"

  "Because... sometimes," stammered Angelo, "sometimes... kissing doesn't have to lead to sex. Sometimes it is an expression of emotion, of love, of like, of whatever."

  "I see," said Leneria, quite coldly. "Is that what that kiss was? An expression oflove?"

  "Maybe it was... but sometimes a kiss can be a question?"

  "A question?" asked Leneria, incredulous.

  "Yes, you see, with love it is often a question. A question that can't be answered with words."

  "Nonsense. A question is formed with words," insisted Leneria. "In response, the answer also comes in words."

  "But not always the true answers. Not when it comes to love. You see, I can ask you if you love me and you will say..."
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br />   "No, of course. What a ridiculous notion. Aquilans do not love. Not in the fashion you understand."

  "And you are an Aquilan?"

  "Yes."

  "There, you just lied. You are not an Aquilan. You are a human. Yes, yes, yes - your consciousness began as an Aquilan but you have been living as a human, in the same body for several years now."

  "What does that matter?"

  "It matters because I'm trying to teach you how to be human."

  "I have no desire to be human if it involves such disgusting, taboo subjects as loveand emotions."

  "Taboo!?! What the hell is it with you people? I can do anything with anyone... and I've done a hell of a lot... but when it comes to babies or love, you get offended?"

  "Of course we do!" shouted Leneria.

  "Look, you're angry!" shouted Angelo right back. "Good for you! That's an emotion!"

  "I AM NOT!" screamed Leneria.

  She caught herself.

  "I am not," she said, more calmly.

  "Yes, you are," insisted Angelo. "But, to get back to my original point. I could ask you if you loved me, and you might speak the words 'yes' or 'no', but the answer you gave me in a kiss could be quite different."

  "That's ridiculous," she muttered.

  "Is it? Let's just see about that."

  He pulled her into another kiss. She fought him at first, then surrendered to his embrace, her body softening against his. After well over a minute, she pulled back - gasping. However, her face hardened again and she turned from him.

  "I need you to leave now, Commander Telegin."

  "Sure, I'll leave - but now I definitely know the answer."

  "Leave!"

  "I'm going," said Angelo, "but who can I talk to about this emotional stuff?"

  "No one! Now go!"

  ***

  "Movie Night," cried out Menaea with the closest thing to excitement Angelo had seen since coming aboard.

  "Movies, awesome!" cried Angelo. "Hey Menaea, do you want to be my date?"

  "Your date?" she asked, perplexed. "What is a date?"

  "A date is a custom back on earth where someone asks someone they are attracted to accompany them to an event like a dance, or a dinner, or a movie."

  "Why don't they just go by themselves?"

  "It's part of a courting ritual," explained Angelo.

  "Courting? As in legal matters?"

  Angelo rolled his eyes.

  "No, a mating ritual."

  "Like foreplay?" asked the buxom scarlet-skinned woman.

  "Sure, like foreplay," said Angelo with a shrug of his shoulders.

  "Very well - but the movies are already a form of foreplay in a way. Someone came up with the idea that we all sit next to each other and not touch each other, no matter how tempted we are, for the entire length of the movie. I will confess that some of us often slip. What is involved in and earth date?"

  "Pretty much the same thing, I guess -- especially in the earlier years," said Angelo with a laugh. "You just choose someone specific to go with and sit next to. So, I choose you."

  "Good," said Menaea, "if the evening goes well, it will give us the chance to complete what we started yesterday before Leneria interrupted."

  The room was soon set up with chairs, enough for looked to be the entire crew compliment. Angelo and Menaea found seats and waited patiently.

  "What do you think they'll show?" asked Angelo.

  "It's hard telling," said Menaea, "but it is always something good."

  "Hey Marcus," said Angelo to the strapping young man who was walking in with a tiny young woman wrapped around his waist, suspended on his great cock.

  "Angelo!" called Marcus, lifting off the young woman and setting her down with no apology. "I've been meaning to speak to you."

  "Fire away," said Angelo, patting the seat next to him.

  Marcus sat down and greeted Angelo with a proper handshake.

  "I studied Leneria's report of your examination. The part that fascinated me the most was what you said about kissing. You said a kiss is a question. I don't understand. How can one ask a question with no words?"

  "Hmm, there's a lot of unspoken questions - at least in ordinary society. I'm sure you have a shoulder shrug, I've seen it. 'What's for dinner?' I ask you. You don't know, but instead of saying 'I don't know' you just..."

  To illustrate, Angelo shrugged his shoulders, holding his hands up.

  "We do do that, don't we?" exclaimed Marcus. "I don't know if we always did, or if it's something we learned from the liaisons. How fascinating. So, if a kiss is a question - is it merely asking "do you want to have sex?"

  "No," explained Angelo. "It's a question of 'do you like me?' or... well, of other things that seem to be pretty off-limits around here."

  "Amazing," mused Marcus. "Neirna, your predecessor - she showed a great affinity toward me. I was her primary sexual companion for the last few weeks of her stay with us. She kissed me a great deal: Before sex; after sex; sometimes she would simply kiss me as we passed in the hallway for no apparent reason at all. Do you think she was asking me questions?"

  "I'm sure of it," said Angelo quietly.

  "I fear my answers were not to her satisfaction," mused Marcus.

  "I'm sure of that too," said Angelo.

  Just then, the lights dimmed and the couples yet to be seated proceeded to their seats.

  Angelo looked about at the gathered crowd. Going to the movies was one of the fascinating traditions that had survived over the centuries. Time and again, it had been predicted that people would cease attending videos en masse, but the group gathering always made a resurgence. Like many people, he wasn't even sure why they were called movies - but he loved them all the same. He was looking very forward to what they were going to show.

  His jaw dropped, however, when the screen lit up and the first words to show was a disclaimer that all performers in the video were of legal age and had given consent to be in explicit scenes.

  Cheesy music began, and Angelo groaned as the screen showed the title "Assteroid Whores - The Sequel - starring Andromeda Mist"

  "I admire Andromeda," whispered Menaea, "she's so flexible."

  Angelo tried watching for a little while but then excused himself, though Menaea seemed too entranced to even notice his departure.

  He was soon wandering the mostly empty corridors of the ship, an odd experience in two ways. One, the ship was always bustling with life. Two, that bustling life was always 'bustling' in many other ways - quite often sexual.

  Angelo found it refreshing. It gave him a chance to truly appreciate the elegant engineering of the Aquilans. They had borrowed from every style going from ancient art deco to aqueous modern, forging the Alshain into a ship with sleek and sensuous lines throughout.

  He found himself passing the med center and was surprised to see Leneria working inside. He stepped in and she looked up with a mixture of annoyance and feigned patience.

  "Greetings, Commander Telegin. I would have thought you would be at the movies."

  "I tried, but since I'm pretty much surrounded by the real thing - it wasn't all that entertaining."

  "What do you mean the real thing?" inquired Leneria.

  "I mean, if I wanted to see a bunch of people having sex, I would have just gone to the nearest 'lounge'."

  "But it isn't the same at all," argued Leneria, "the people in the movies are professionals. The camera, the lighting - it changes the experience entirely."

  "Okay, whatever you say. But do you ever watch real movies?"

  "By real, I suppose you mean the pornographic variety where people expose themselves," said Leneria with an air of disgust.

  "Expose themselves?" asked Angelo, perplexed. "How exactly do they expose themselves?"

  "Emotionally. They are naked, exposed to their very core. It is shameful."

  "That's your definition of exposed?"

  Angelo was finally starting to make a tiny bit of sense of the Aquilans.

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bsp; "Commander, you no doubt have some understanding of our race. We find our bodies to be joyful things which bring us great pleasure. It is in our very core to do so. However, it continues to perplex us that humans are so frank and open with their emotions."