Starlight Cruise Pt. II [M27] [F30] [Scifi] [handjob] [Excessive Cum]

“For a week with nothing to do, this has certainly been eventful” Helmsman Ryans panted, slaked in sweat as his Captain dismounted him, her toned abs still tensing with aftershocks of pleasure.

“That’s a word for it.” She sighed as she got up from the bed and stretched. It has been 6 days since Captain Tanja and her Helmsman were stranded a week away from their interstellar destination, with naught to do but test the bed springs.

“Well what word would you use cap’n?” He teased. She had grown used to being referred to as rank, but seemed to like the abbreviation more.

“Hmm…how about ‘satisfying’?” She asked shooting him a wicked grin.

“Oh, I’d say that’s plenty accurate.”

“Yeah…satisfying to be sure. But what would you say if it could be…*more* than just satisfying?” Tanja said as she made her way to the small connected lavatory.

“Oh? And how’s that cap’n?”

She chuckled, “First thing first,” she returned from the restroom with a small black box containing a green capsule, “you’ll want to swallow this.”

Colt cocked an eyebrow, and Tanja read his suspicion, “You needn’t worry – it’s a legal growth hormone used for impotency.”

The Scientific Method Pt.I [M24][F30] [Light fdom] [oral] [fantasy]

*Alchemy Lab. 10 Minutes. Mandatory Test*

“Assistant – good. Early by 3 minutes, 13 seconds. Punctuality and responsiveness are admirable qualities.” The Doctor announced, not looking away from the table of glass flasks. In the door stood her loyal assistant of 2 years – one Colfrid Fisher, looking into the room with suspicion.

*Something is wrong* Colfrid thought, *two compliments in the same sentence with no instruction. That means either she’s buttering me up for something hellish….or the test already started.*

A quick survey of the room told Colfrid the answer to his binary: the normally clear and clean room had a faint yet distinct bluish fog, and plenty of concoctions lined up in rows upon the tables. An almost imperceptible metallic scent permeated the air. He was caught in her web of analysis before he even cleared the threshold. His chest tightened, an unusual sensation.

Dr. Szaren turned around quickly on one foot. She pierced Colfrid’s eyes with her focus.

“Assistant, I have a task for you I think you will find agreeable. I find myself in an irksome situation that requires me to have a sort of romantic partner. Thusly I have analyzed my prospects and found that you, my assistant are the best possible solution.”

Starlight Cruise [M27] [F30] [Sci-fi] [sex] [light fdom] [oral]

*All things considered, this could be much worse.*

Normally, an interstellar hop like this would take about 45 minutes, most of which helmsman Colt Ryans would spend glued to the instrument panel.

It was the responsibility of his sole crew mate and Captain of the vessel, Tanja Richter, to handle maintenance and engineering concerns, as well as logistics on departure and arrival.

This dynamic left little room for socialization, and thus the two quickly adopted the strategy of show up, work, collect pay, go home. A strategy that worked reliably for 3 years.

—ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL : 172:44:22–

With engines out, the next task for Colt would be contacting Sirius Traffic and requesting a tug…a task he would have to wait about a week for. Unless of course, Captain Richter could fix the fuel injection system.

“God-fucking dammit!”

Unlikely.

“Well Ryans, get comfortable ‘cause you won the bet. Fuckers are completely shot”

Colt leaned back in his chair as the Captain exited the cramped maintenance hatch, slick with sweat. She tossed him a beer from the nearby wall cooler – the subject of the bet.