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

by Charlie Buxton

  "You are good," she complimented him. "I look forward to coupling with you again."

  "That might be sooner than you think," he said in a determined tone.

  There was something different inside of him. He had experienced the joy of climax and the spray of ejaculation, but no release. He felt the same hunger inside that he'd felt when he awoke and his cock was, if anything, even more rigid.

  "You are certainly ready," said A'nish. "Do you wish for me to assist with that?"

  "Absolutely," said Angelo, "but not with your mouth. I only want one thing right now."

  Angelo lifted A'nish up on a nearby couch, perfectly designed and padded for the activity at hand. He pushed up her legs to her chest and spread them wide, placing his cock at her moistened opening.

  "Are you ready," he asked.

  "Absolutely, Commander Telegin, Oh!"

  He had buried himself entirely into her with one surprising thrust, causing her to gasp.

  "You are quite deep, Commander," she said. "It feels quite pleasurable in this... oh!"

  He had done it again. Had he been capable of coherent thought, the nearest emotion he could have found would have been 'rage'. He felt angry, somehow, and the only way to quench this torrid fire in his body was to fuck with absolute abandon. He began pounding at a slow, determined pace - each thrust a lunge of passion, stabbing deep into A'nish's cunt.

  "Oh! My!" she cried repeatedly.

  The other two women simply watched in wonder as Angelo continued with the same force, but ever-so-slowly increased his pace. Though the Aquilans were mostly silent, A'nish was soon moaning as each thrust rocked her body - her melon-like breasts flowing in wavelike motion. After nearly twenty minutes, he was only up to a pace of perhaps one thrust per second - but he showed no mercy.

  A'nish was feeling the results of his onslaught, however, and her climax soon arrived.

  "Ooh," she cried.

  "Ooh," she moaned.

  "Oooh!" she cried out. "Oh Commander, what are you doing to me?"

  She gasped out in ecstasy, her hands clenching and unclenching at open air, her eyelids closed in rapture.

  And still, Angelo didn't waver. For another several minutes he kept going, still not varying his pace. At the twenty-two minute mark, A'nish fell into another climax. At twenty-four, yet another, and that one didn't stop - she was crying out in ways she never had before, even with the best lovers aboard the ship.

  At twenty-six minutes she begged him -

  "Please, Commander. Please fill me up. Cum for me."

  He did just that, his heart pounding insistently, he dumped another load into a willing partner - if there wasn't as much cum this time, the climax itself was more intense and he fell upon her, kissing her desperately as his hips contracted in pleasure.

  Still, there was no release. He was just as hard, just as hungry for more.

  He stumbled to the refreshment bar in the room, gulping down almost two liters of water to replenish the fluids he had both surrendered to sweat and expelled from his cock.

  He looked up to see that a crowd had gathered around the edges of the room. Some were engaged in light sex, but the majority - it seemed - were merely there to observe the sexual display - the word of which had spread like wildfire through the ship.

  "My turn?" asked the sensuous Menaea.

  "Absolutely," agreed Angelo.

  In terms of practice, he and Menaea had certainly perfected a great deal of their technique. With their frequent partnering, they had developed that unique shorthand of familiar lovers. They proceeded to put on an extraordinary sexual exhibition - transitioning from one position to the next with Angelo rarely needing to pull his cock from inside of her.

  From sitting to standing to lying down, Angelo and Menaea essentially worked their way through the ancient Kama Sutra before the gathering crowd.

  In part owed to her genetic legacy, Menaea was multi-orgasmic and each position had the reward of hearing her squeal with joy.

  Angelo himself continued to be tireless.

  It was while they were standing, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands beneath her ass as he suspended her on his cock, that he had the first truly surprising eruption.

  She was cumming, gasping in his arms, when he felt his loins tighten. Together, they climaxed even further, his white syrup pouring into her. Yet, that wasn't the end. Scarcely had the eruption finished when he felt another orgasm beginning. He wasn't sure how, but he was able to keep holding onto her as she bounced on his tireless cock - another rope of white heat shot into her already dripping pussy. The orgasm was so intense he had no choice but to drop down as his knees buckled - but still they stayed connected - cock-to-pussy.

  He fell atop her, his hips still pounding and she cried out in a raspy voice as he pushed her over the edge once again.

  He was on a mission, one he couldn't stop. Once she seemed satisfied, he stood and grabbed a water bottle someone offered him - guzzling the majority of it and spraying the remainder over his chest.

  "All three of you," he rasped. "On your hands and knees and get ready."

  He placed himself behind Ophalis, admiring the view of her long body - the way her narrow hips curved into her long and beautiful back. He pushed himself into her and began.

  He was done with the regulated pace he had taken with A'nish. There was an urgency now that he had to satisfy. One thrust, two thrusts, and then - attack. He started jackhammering his hips with rapidity that amazed even himself. Though his heart was pounding, he would not stop. Faster and faster he pounded until he heard the telltale cry from Ophalis.

  "That's it! Cum! Cum for me! Cum around my cock!"

  Ophalis did just that, her legs tightening, her ass pushing back into him fiercely. He yelled out in ecstasy as he cut loose with his own orgasm - pounding away until she fell exhausted to the floor.

  Taking only the amount of time it took to switch, he proceeded to give A'nish the same treatment - leaving her gasping to dive into Menaea.

  From her, he returned to Ophalis and took her missionary style - using long strokes that sent her into oblivion even more rapidly.

  "I can take no more Commander," she gasped. "You have defeated me - but what a lovely defeat."

  He moved on to A'nish, who led him to a special chair which levitated and even had handles which allowed him to push her to and from his body. She took longer, but was also forced to capitulate in the sexual battle he had undertaken.

  Now it was Menaea's turn once more. Choosing to give him at least some sort of rest, she pushed him to the ground and crouched over him, her feet upon the ground, her hands on her chest, - allowing her to bounce up and down upon his miraculous tool.

  "Shall we?" she whispered.

  "Oh yeah," he answered.

  It would prove to be the most legendary single session in the history of the ship. Menaea, descended from genes designed for pleasure - Angelo, driven by an unknown force that wouldn't let him stop. He actually came first, but he never paused and his added cum served to lubricate her even more. Next it was her, and she cried out as tremors shook her body. After the second set of orgasms, she had to drop down onto her knees - her thighs too weak from the tremors.

  The blood was pounding in Angelo's ears. The world looked almost red from the lusty rage filling his body.

  He took her fall to her knees as yet one more challenge and began thrusting from below, pulsing even more rapidly than he had with Ophalis.

  "Oh Commander. Oh Angelo!" she cried as he thrusted almost angrily to keep her orgasm continuing. "I can take no more."

  "Yes, you can," he groaned. "I'm not done. I can't stop."

  "But you must, look at your face," she whispered.

  She put a tender hand to his cheek which was almost as red as her own skin from a feverish blush.

  "I'm fine," he growled. "I just need more. Ohh, here it comes again!"

  He exploded inside of her once more, and this time it felt as though his very insi
des were pouring out - or at least every drop of fluid was being sucked from within.

  "Enough," she cried, leaping off of him, even as his cock continued to spray across his chest.

  "No," he groaned. "I can't. I can't stop."

  His hips continued to buck, even without her on him, and spurt after spurt spilled across his chest.

  Marcus, who had been watching, rushed to Angelo's side and felt his forehead.

  "He's burning up," he said in a worried tone. "And his pulse is dangerously fast."

  "I need another woman," cried Angelo. "I can't stop. I can't ever stop.

  Still, the cum was pouring out.

  "Get me water. Cold water," called Marcus. "And find Leneria."

  A'nish rushed to a comm screen and sent out an urgent page for Leneria. Her face appeared.

  "Leneria, you must come to the group lounge," she said.

  "I've heard of the Commander's exploits. I've no need to see for myself," said Leneria in a terse tone.

  "No, he's in some sort of overload. Get here now!"

  Marcus and some others had formed a sort of miniature fire-brigade, bearing cups of frigid water to pour over Angelo's burning skin. Still, his hips were bucking involuntarily and even though there as little fluid left to expel, his cock still twitched with endless orgasms.

  "It hurts," he moaned to Menaea, who held his hand in concern. "It feels so good, but hurts as well - when will it stop?"

  Leneria came dashing in, an emergency medikit on her wrist and ran a quick scan.

  "My word," she muttered. "He's quite near cardiac arrest."

  She tapped a quick sequence on the medikit and a narrow needle snaked out, jabbing into Angelo's skin. His eyes grew heavy, though his hips continued twitching even as he lost consciousness.

  ***

  "You quite likely saved his life."

  Angelo was barely conscious and couldn't seem to open his eyes.

  He heard Leneria's voice saying. "His core temperature was so high his organs would have begun shutting down were it not for that water."

  "I still don't understand," said the voice of Marcus. "How did his hormonal levels get so elevated? You had noted unusual levels after the first fortnight. After that I can find no record of a reading."

  "I... I didn't perform one," said Leneria's voice. "He... I... the commander made me uncomfortable."

  "Uncomfortable how?" demanded another voice that Angelo believed to belong to Menaea.

  "Emotionally. He made too many emotional statements and..."

  "That's no excuse," quipped Menaea. "True humans do such things. You know that. All of us have experienced such behavior. We simply ignore it and move on."

  "Yes, but the way he did this - it made me uncomfortable," argued Leneria. "Emotionally. He made me emotionally uncomfortable."

  The statement hung in the air for what seemed an eternity.

  "I see," said Marcus. "That is unusual - but protocol dictates you should have delegated your duties."

  "I know," murmured Leneria. "And for that, I am truly ashamed."

  "Are you... are you crying?" said Menaea.

  "Yes, I am," sobbed Leneria. "And I apologize. Please continue supervising his recovery. The computer has outlined the appropriate plans."

  Angelo heard the sound of footsteps running away.

  "How remarkable," said Marcus.

  "Yes, the poor girl," said Menaea.

  "That's one way to view it," said Marcus softly.

  Consciousness once more slipped away from Angelo.

  ***

  Angelo had been dreaming. He'd been on ship occupied by sex-crazed Aquilans with an aversion to emotions. He'd been with woman after woman - but there had been one... Leneria, who had captured his heart.

  It had been some dream.

  He opened his eyes.

  It had not been a dream.

  Leneria was there, attending to various duties in the medical suite. She was just as naked and captivating as ever."Oh, hello Commander Telegin. It is good to see you awake again."

  "How long was I out?" asked Angelo.

  "Three days," she said calmly. "Two due to your collapse and one additional that the med unit recommended to help you recuperate."

  "Wow," said Angelo. "I was...I was different. It felt like I was another person then."

  "In a way, you were," she said.

  She crossed over to stand beside him.

  "Commander, I owe you a most sincere apology. I was remiss in my duties. If I had been checking on you regularly, your hormonal levels wouldn't have gotten to where they were. I let...I let my feelings get in the way of proper judgment. Since Aquilans don't generally have to negotiate with feelings, it was a difficult situation."

  "Apology accepted," said Angelo. "And Leneria, I was avoiding you as well - so no harm, no foul."

  "I'm not familiar with that expression - but there was harm. You quite nearly died."

  "But I didn't, and I'm fine, right?"

  "Yes," she said. "I have adjusted your levels with a skin patch which will regulate you more efficiently. Your libido won't be as heightened before your collapse, but you will still be quite able to function enthusiastically and often. Well, goodbye."

  "Goodbye?" said Angelo. "Leneria, do you truly intend to become a doctor?"

  "Of course," said Leneria. "I sit the exam next week."

  "And do you intend on only treating Aquilans?"

  "Well, no," said Leneria. "Of course, that is my primary goal - but I would hope I could eventually be of assistance to the broader population."

  Angelo pondered this.

  "If you're going to treat 'true' humans, you will need to work on your bedside manner."

  "I have read that term, and I still don't comprehend its meaning. I have been at the bedside for the past several minutes. I have minded my manners, including issuing what I believed was a formal and proper apology. I don't know what else I could do."

  "Bedside manner," explained Angelo, "is the ability to express empathy."

  "But I don't," said Leneria, coldly. "I don't feel, so I certainly wouldn't be able to exhibit that terrible human trait."

  Angelo found her marvelous features even more fascinating when they were lit up by a blush.

  "I said 'express' empathy," he said. "There are some physicians who are born with natural empathy, but others have to learn how to at least look like they understand how the patient is feeling. Sometimes it's as simple as echoing back the patient's thoughts. For example - ask how I am feeling."

  "So, is this role playing?" asked Leneria.

  "Yes, and no," said Angelo with a smile. "I am just coming out of a three day coma. So, ask me how I'm feeling."

  "How are you feeling, Commander Telegin?"

  "I feel a bit weak,' said Angelo. "Now, you echo that back in your own words."

  "Very well," said Leneria. "I am sorry that you feel weak? Is that a correct response?"

  "Perfect," said Angelo. "I'm also hungry. Am I allowed to eat?"

  "Why yes, of course," said Leneria. "I... understand why you would be hungry, it has been a while since you've eaten. Can I offer you something?"

  "Very good," said Angelo. "And yes, I would love something to eat. You choose."

  Leneria went to the food unit and dialed up Angelo's past order history. She selected something nutritious that would also help him continue to recover. Returning, she punched in the commands to bring his bed to a sitting position. She watched him eat in silent fascination, continually playing the role of observer. Angelo was so used to the Aquilan's odd ways, he let the scrutiny pass.

  "Is there anything else you need?" she asked after she cleared the dishes.

  Angelo contemplated this request and wondered just how far he could push Leneria down the emotional path she was traversing. He figured there was really nothing to lose. He was roughly halfway through his time aboard the ship. It was time to either drift into sadness and anger like his predecessors - or try something new.


  "Well," said Angelo. "I have been missing the chance to sleep next to someone."

  "I don't understand that statement," said Leneria. "Sleep is a basic human need. What purpose could sleeping next to someone serve?"

  "Bedside manner," said Angelo. "I'm the patient. I've expressed my feelings - it is up to you to determine how to react."