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[Chapter One] [Sci-Fi Erotica] By His Order

>***By His Order*** is a 10,000 word Sci-Fi/erotic short story about a newly activated battle clone being requisitioned by her superior officers as she awaits official orders…
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**PART ONE**

**THE ATLANTIS–INTERIOR–SYNCING BAY**

The lights dimmed from pale blue to settling orange, signaling the coming of artificial night. The way it would have happened on Terra, a lifetime ago.

Kita watched from her station as the door hissed and slid open, issuing a cool gust of air. A tall, broad shouldered petty officer entered, the nervous flicking of his eyes rousing her internal intellect processes: curiosity.

Curiosity was one of the few luxuries given to Kita. There were still twelve days until her crewmates would be woken from hypersleep, and since her conditioning had been marked completed, she had no objective but to wait. Wait, and watch.

“*Tch*,” the petty officer hissed between his teeth, a bemused, exasperated sound as he tapped his neuralink into the data station. “Jameson put down one-hundred credits? Bet he lasted five seconds.” Read more »

Food For Thought Chapter 001 [Science Fiction][M32/F26][creampie]

Logan sat looking at the terminal, the blinking input request gently lighting up the darkness around him. He had been staring at it for a few hours now, his mind twirling around the possible search parameters seeking the best solution. The pale sky of the evening had given way to the black of night. A bright-colored sign flared to life, sending neon yellow light shining into his room.

“Fucking damn it!” He blurted, the blinding light shaking him out of his concentration. “Blinds… Blinds!…. Close Blinds!!” he repeated, getting slightly agitated. There was a slow whirr as blinds began to stem the invading light. “Damn, VIs never listen when you need them,” he thought.

Virtual Intelligence had been around for centuries, an offshoot of research into true AIs. They were capable of simple tasks or complex processing and problem-solving given a specific data set to work with. They were specifically labeled and marketed as unable to learn or develop beyond the particular fields of data provided. The United Colonial Government closely monitored their manufacturing and development; no one wanted another AI uprising. VIs were everywhere and used in just about every avenue of life, including the crappy VI that refused to close the blinds when he asked. You get what you pay for, though, and he didn’t think this was the best model, probably not, considering where he was staying. Read more »

Being a Pleasure Toy for my Lover [Sci-fi Fantasy] [Portals] [F19] [F19]

The year is 2082 and life is about how you’d expect it would be after all the futuristic movies let us down. It’s the same old stuff, kids go to school, there is a divide in class and everyone just kind of stumbles around in life hoping for a better future. My unproposed wife and I, are a couple seeking that better future, a nice job away from the lower class we grew up knowing. This meant taking any and the best schooling we could get ourselves accepted into. I got accepted into a prestigious business school on the east coast of the US while she got accepted into a high end tech school in Japan.

We find ourselves in the mall saying our goodbyes, sitting in the food court enjoying some of our favorite junk food meals. it’s busy and loud with chatter as young adults still celebrate being done with their initial years of schooling. Younger kids enjoy the upcoming break from another year done in the class room. “It will be 4 years but you know we will see each other often and I can facetime you every night.” she breaks the silence. Read more »

Forever Hung (Part 25, Final) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MMF] [double penetration] [consensual non consent]

We both kept our hands off of her, but we were lying too close to keep our cocks from pressing against her sides.
Clara turned toward Harry and pushed him onto his back. What did this mean? Was he the one? She straddled him. She took his face in her hands and leaned down to kiss him. A goodbye kiss? Was it me after all?
She reached down between her legs and guided his cock inside of her.
I watched from the side as Clara began to ride her husband. She smiled down at him, hands on his chest, grinding her hips in slow circles against his lap. He smiled back at her, then let his eyes wander along her body. She did a little dance with her arms, snaking them above her head, and giggled when it had the intended effect, instantly luring his palms to her round and risen breasts.
Clara glanced at me as he fondled her. She grinned, bit her lip, then nodded back over her shoulder. I rose and stood over Harry’s shins. She looked up at me and I bent over to kiss her.
“Like old times,” she said.
I felt my face flush, an electric tingle crisscrossing my body—the hopeful joy of requited affection. Was it me, then? Had I won? Or was I a fool for expecting so?
I knelt down. I let my cock drag between Clara’s shoulder blades, then down the small of her back. She bent over, kissing Harry deeply again as he thrusted up into her.
I teased my shaft along her bottom. I gently spread her supple cheeks, pressed my thumb against her tiny hollow. Then I forced my throbbing, hungry cock into her ass.
Could it be that I was a perfectly snug fit? That for whatever improvements Harry had made to his imposing package, he was simply too round for Clara’s backside?
Clara buried her face against Harry’s neck as she moaned. As I eased inside of her, Harry began to thrust deeper. She squeezed his shoulders, squeezed his arms. I eased further. Harry rose and fell beneath her. I struggled to control myself, desperate to take her, to have her. She reached back blindly, her fingertips grazing my thigh, urging me on, and eventually I groaned, feeling myself within her body completely. She moaned my name against her husband’s chest, and I waited a moment, then began to sway my hips back and forth, back and forth, as Harry surged from beneath.
Clara sighed deeply, even broke into an excited giggle. She pawed absently at Harry’s chest with one hand and reached back to grasp my wrist with the other. She was close. She told us she wanted it harder. Harder. Begged us not to stop. Harry pinned Clara’s arms behind her back and held to her to his chest. I clutched her thighs and spanked her once, then again.
And at last her body began to stiffen. Clara quivered, a rolling wave that I felt against my pelvis before I saw the tremble in her shoulders. She went completely silent, submerged suddenly in the mute vibrations of a weightless swell. Then she at last erupted in a great fit of contented laughter. She stretched, pushed back long and slow against my cock, down along Harry’s, then tossed her hair to one side, closed her eyes, and rested her head against Harry’s chest with a long, fathomless breath.
“Fuck,” Clara said.
She purred and smiled at me, a few strands of hair falling back across her face, as I pulled myself from her body, and she purred again as she slid her hips up and away from Harry. She kissed him and rolled onto her back on the rug. She held a hand to her forehead, draped an arm across her stomach.
Once she regained her composure, Clara asked if we both came. A perfunctory question, she thought; she was stunned when Harry and I both said we had not. I, for one, said I was eager, but more desperate to hear her decision.
Harry, on the other hand, stood, balancing his hard shaft quietly in his palm.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” he said.
Clara looked up at him, then at me, then away. She didn’t respond.
“He reminds you more of the me that you remember,” Harry added.
Clara sighed and sat up on her knees. She rubbed her hands across Harry’s thighs and looked up at him with an apologetic smile as she kissed across his hip bone.
“My Harry,” she said softly. She held his cock, kissed the tip. “Will you cum for me?” she asked, staring up at him as she cradled his shaft between her breasts.
I stood to the side, trying to be respectful of their moment, but still so manically aroused that I couldn’t help but ogle her cleavage, Harry’s swollen head emerging, then submerging. Emerging, then submerging.
But as Harry’s momentum began to build, he suddenly stopped. He moved around behind Clara and bent her forward against the rug.
“Harry,” she began to protest.
He dropped to his knees, spread her cheeks, and began to lick furiously.
“Harry,” she said. “You’re too big for me there.”
But, satisfied that she was wet enough, Harry rose to one knee. “I can’t—” Clara began. He held her waist with one hand, his cock with the other, and then took what she’d given to me, her tight and delicate rear.
She didn’t stop him. Indeed, she curled her fingers against the rug.
It didn’t take him long, sprung with tension as he was, as we both were. He pushed deep to the hilt once, then a second time, and after the third he pulled away with a wild groan. He grabbed his cock, the vein of his forearm bulging, and a thick torrent of white poured across her bottom, her waist, and pooled into a narrow stream which ran slowly down the slope of her back.
He gave himself a few final pumps, wiped the sweat from his brow, and let his shaft rest against Clara’s ass. Her fingers relaxed and she glanced back at her lumbering beau, Paul Bunyan having just birthed a river.
“Charlie,” she said, glancing up at me as cum dripped over her shoulder and onto the rug. She scrunched her nose and flashed a slight, if telling, smile. “I’m sorry,” she said. Read more »

Forever Hung (Part 24) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MMF] [consensual non consent] [oral]

Clara braced her palms against Harry’s abs, and I took a languid pace compared with Harry’s muscled pounding. I also considered my advantage. My cock, longer than his. I pushed into her slowly, letting her appreciate my length. She kissed Harry, but began to bend more the deeper I went. She kissed his nipple, held her lips against his stomach, but she stopped shy of a blowjob, too distracted as I gave her my final inch.
I saw Harry’s disappointment, his jealousy, and wondered if I was winning.
Harry looked at me as his wife began to grind against my hips, her nails digging against his chest. He took her hands, placed them carefully along the hearth, and stepped aside. He touched himself as he watched, walking back and forth around the two of us. Clara kept her eyes on him, turning her head to watch his sweating, hulking body.
He moved closer to us with each pass. He touched his shoulder to my shoulder; he ran one hand along Clara’s back; his cock brushed across my ass.
At last he crouched beneath Clara, his back to the fire. He kissed between her bobbing breasts, squeezed them against his face. He licked a line of sweat from her stomach. He grabbed one of her ass cheeks and I grabbed the other, claiming it for myself. Then—I could feel the reaction of her body, the tonal shift of her moans—he began to lick Clara’s clit.
She reached down with one hand, holding him there as I began to thrust harder. I felt the occasional flick of his tongue along my cock.
“Harry don’t you dare make me cum,” she said, and I spanked her because she’d said his name instead of mine. She smiled back over her shoulder and told me to fuck her. “Don’t stop fucking me, Charlie,” she said.
I struggled to control myself. I held Clara’s hair. She arched her neck. I spanked her. I groped her breasts. I pounded against her, her bottom rippling. In short, I lost my slow-and-steady advantage, until she suddenly pulled herself from my cock, stepped back from Harry, and threw herself against the hearth. She brushed her hair back, sweat sliding down her heaving chest as we stood before her, touching ourselves.
She looked at each of us as she caught her breath, as if trying to make up her mind. “I need a moment,” she said, blowing air through her lips. “I’m not ready to cum yet.”
She let her arms drape across the mantel. She glanced over Harry and I, likely expecting us to resume playing amongst ourselves, to offer a little show. And I nearly did. I nearly took Harry’s hand to grope between my legs, considered upping the ante with a kiss.
But he and I seemed to share a realization at the same moment. That as Clara stood there, wet and waiting, trying to bring her desires back from the brink, we each had an opportunity, a chance to push her over the edge and into orgasm with only a bare touch. She held her thighs tightly together as she stood, as if she could lose control if even the faintest warm gust from the fireplace found its way between her legs. Harry and I both seemed to realize at once, for we began to advance at the same time.
Harry grabbed Clara first, taking her right arm and pulling her against him. She gasped. Not to be outdone again, I seized her left arm and pulled her against me. She gasped again. Harry pulled her back to him and immediately slipped his hand between her legs. He fluttered his middle finger against her clit. I snapped her back against me, grabbing her bottom with both hands to hold her tight against the flat of my cock. I had time to see the flash of her scrunched-nose smile again before Harry scooped her up in both arms, laying her down on the rug.
He laid to one side of her. He kissed and fingered her as she moaned and struggled to tear his hand away. I laid to her other side and rotated her body toward Harry, sliding the head of my cock into her cunt from behind. She reached back to stop me as well.
“Wait,” she said between kisses as her body quivered.
I pushed deeper, felt Harry’s fingers pass across my shaft in their frenzy.
“Wait,” Clara managed again, pushing a hand against my hip.
I felt my pelvis against her ass, saw Harry’s tongue glide across hers.
“I’ve decided!” She shouted suddenly. Harry and I both stopped, the three of us panting. “I know who I want to be with.”
Harry and I looked at her expectantly, a little stunned that she could know at such an odd moment.
“But this isn’t how I want to finish,” she added.
She swatted Harry’s hand away, slapped at my waist, then laid back against the rug. She stretched, held her arms up over her head, arched her back, leaving Harry and I to gape at her body, and when I timidly reached for her breast, she swatted away that hand, as well.
“You both have to be good,” she said.
“Anything you want,” Harry said,
“Agreed,” I said lamely.

Forever Hung (Part 23) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MMF] [oral]

I found her that night in the ballroom. The grand, bare expanse, the light of the fireplace reflecting against the towering windows along the far wall, and before the hearth, her back to me, stood Clara atop a large fur rug. She wore a short, silken black robe decorated with a white floral print. I approached, wearing only a short robe myself, a simple white cotton one, as she’d requested. My bare feet were so quiet against the parquet floor that I wasn’t certain she even knew I was there.
But as I came near, she turned to face me, her robe cinched tight. She smiled. Beautiful, radiant—it goes without saying—but also shy. Too shy considering how well-acquainted we were.
She reached out to unknot my belt, pulled it free through the loops, and studied my naked body through the open robe. She nodded to me and I removed it entirely. I balled the robe in my hands— a chance to flex my arms—and tossed it next to the fireplace.
She looked me over again and held her hands behind her back.
A door burst open from the opposite side of the ballroom. A beam of light spilled across the wide floor and in walked Harry. He wore a white cotton robe, same as mine, but he removed it upon entering the room, tossing it aside like some brutish divo. Clara looked down as if respecting the privacy he’d so quickly shirked, but I watched her sneak furtive glances at his body. The muscles of his thighs in the firelight, the sway of his soft cock as he walked toward us.
He stood across from me, mere feet away. He looked over my body and I at his.
“Don’t be shy,” Clara said.
Harry and I sighed and took a step toward each other.
Seeing us this way, Clara tried to maintain her composer, but she involuntarily scrunched her nose into a cute little smile.
She reached down and undid her belt. She let the robe hang open. The bra and panties beneath were the inverse of her robe; an innocent shade of white, the delicate lace decorated with a pattern of black flowers. She looked down at her body, sliding her right hand across her stomach, then higher, over her bra, such that her fingers grazed each breast from within the glow of her cleavage.
She looked up only slightly, just enough to watch us stiffen. She watched Harry’s, then mine, all while holding the fingers of her left hand against her abdomen, just north of her panties.
She smiled, and after only a moment, the tips of our cocks nearly touched. Mine, I was pleased to see, was slightly longer, but Harry’s, being thicker and by no means short, gave the impression of being bigger, likely built, calibrated by the professor, to be Clara’s ideal size.
She knelt between us, entranced by our combined length. Her lips touched Harry’s first, puckered against the side of his shaft, but she looked up at me as she kissed toward his head. Then—my turn; she kissed along the side of my cock, all while looking at Harry.
She took her lips from my cock and looked up at each of us. “A little closer?” She asked sweetly.
Harry and I hesitated, then stepped closer, the tips of our cocks brushing against each other ever so slightly.
Clara swallowed deeply, then took turns glancing up at each of us as she kissed against both of us at once. She moaned, sliding her tongue between the two, then wrapped her lips around us from the side; I felt the warmth of Clara’s mouth just as Harry must have, as the heads of our cocks billowed against one another.
Harry grabbed Clara and pulled her up and against him. She gasped. She caught herself with a hand against his abs, and the sudden movement made the robe fall from her shoulders. It draped midway across her back. She glanced back at me as Harry kissed her neck.
“You have to share me, Harry,” she said.
He ignored her, kissing across her collar bone as he pulled the back of her robe above her waist, revealing the thong beneath. His hand, the size of her entire cheek, squeezed.
“Harry,” she breathed, raising onto her tiptoes.
He pulled the robe down along her arms, then spun her around to face me, holding her hands behind her back with the fabric of the robe held tightly around her wrists.
She panted, looking at me, and feeling I was already losing some kind of competition, I pressed myself against her. As Harry slid his cock along the fabric of her thong, I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. She moaned against my mouth, moved her tongue against mine. I pressed my own cock against the damp front of her panties.
Harry spun her back around to face him, still holding Clara’s arms behind her back with the robe. He kissed her in his own deep way as I kissed along her shoulder blades, along a bra strap. I got down on my knees, squeezed her bottom with both hands, and began to lick between her cheeks. She pressed back against my face.
As I moved my tongue lower, a mistake. A purposeful ploy on Harry’s part to throw me off, no doubt, but with his cock tucked horizontally between Clara’s legs, against her panties, I accidentally ran my tongue across his tip, still wet from Clara’s saliva. He didn’t flinch, so neither did I; I slipped my tongue back up along the strap of her thong.
Harry let the robe fall from her wrists onto the floor. I stood and slid one bra strap along her arm as I nibbled her shoulder blade. Harry pulled down the second bra strap, burying his face within her cleavage.
I took my cock in my hand and guided it between Clara’s thighs, vying with Harry’s for space against her wet panties.
Clara reached back to unhook her bra, letting it fall, then slid her fingers through my hair, glancing over her shoulder and pulling me in for a kiss. I peered down, her exposed breasts, Harry’s mouth around one nipple, then the other.
“One of you has to fuck me,” she said breathlessly, and despite my inclination to delay, to keep her wanting, keep her anticipating, Harry ripped the thong from her body, as he was wont to do. He lifted beneath her ass, wrapped her legs around his waist, and brought her down onto his cock with a shudder.
I couldn’t find a place for myself as he lifted her slowly up and down, up and down, her hands rubbing his biceps with each flex. With few options, I gave her ass a spank and she reached back to take my cock in her hand. She tried to stroke, but found it too difficult as Harry began to bounce her faster. So instead she let go of Harry’s neck and trusted me to catch her as she fell back slightly toward me. My arm fell between her breasts as she kissed me over her shoulder.
As Harry held her gyrating waist, I let her torso sink lower, leaning over to kiss her upside down stomach. She held Harry’s arms for support, and he in turn begrudgingly held her horizontally between us as I pushed my cock between her lips. Her mouth felt warm and familiar, but more than the tightening of her lips, I felt myself deeper than she’d ever taken me before, borne forth with each of Harry’s thrusts.
Harry eventually rolled her midair, then set her knees down on the fur rug. He needed a break, the first signs of sweat emerging across his chest. Clara, too, pulled her lips from my cock, taking a deep, satisfied breath as she sat on her knees, staring up at us. She smiled at Harry, gave his cock a quick suck, then brushed the hair back from her face.
Again I felt that I was losing. The way the firelight flickered across his abs. The way she looked at him as she leaned back against her arms, swaying her legs. He brushed his own hair behind his ears, and I could see that he was about to crawl on top of her, leave me on the sidelines while he fucked her on the floor.
I considered my options and decided that, rather than gracefully flinging myself between the two of them, rather than risk seeming a sore sport, that I would catch him by surprise just as he’d done to me. As he prepared to drop to the floor before Clara, I reached over and took his cock in my hand.
He froze as I slowly stroked him. I did a proper job, squeezing my grip toward his head, loosening it toward the base—I knew I could make him cum, end his chances completely, if I really wanted. He stared at me, furious, but Clara seemed turned on by the sight. She bit her lip, her gaze transfixed, so Harry had no choice but to tolerate it for the moment. He straightened up and held his arms behind his back as I cupped his balls in my palm.
“Harry’s always been a bit bashful about this sort of thing,” Clara smiled.
“Really?” I said. “I can’t imagine you being bashful about anything, professor.”
Harry exhaled a deep sigh. He brought one hand from behind his back, spit into the palm, then spun toward me to grab my cock. He looked me dead in the eyes, squeezed tighter than I would have liked, clearly had no interest in my pleasure, but I know how we must have looked to Clara—her masculine lovers, arms pumping, biceps tight, our pecs contracting.
How long would we do this? Locked into a contest of wills, we likely would have continued until one of us came across the other. And by the look of his face, Harry would have been the first to go.
Clara, perhaps sensing this danger, stood. She moved between us and kissed me on the cheek as she took our cocks in each hand. She led us closer to the fireplace. She rubbed us slowly, let us settle down a bit. She angled her body first toward me, then toward Harry to give us each a full view. I felt myself sweating from the heat of the fire. She kissed Harry’s chest, kissed my neck. I watched Harry take deep, calming breaths.
When she decided we were sufficiently composed, Clara leaned her chest against Harry’s. She kissed him. Then she touched the tip of my cock to her soft pussy. I held her waist and pushed into her from behind.

Forever Hung (Part 21) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21]

At Clara’s request, the five of us met for dinner on the back porch. Shrimp linguine alongside fresh, steamed oysters. The Bordeaux was delicious, but the company—only Clara was content. She sucked down oysters and kept trying to make conversation with Madison’s double—who she still thought to be a self-possessed Maddie—about gastropod mollusks. Madison, meanwhile, was busy sneaking furtive glances at Harry, who responded by busily twirling pasta around his fork. I frankly couldn’t look anyone in the eye.
“They’re left by predatory snails,” Clara said. “Isn’t that interesting?”
To which Madison’s double responded with an oddly breathy “incredible,” likely owing to the fact that Madison was too focused on Harry to concentrate on her delivery.
“Harry showed me one,” Clara said cheerfully.
“Yes, dear,” Harry said. He flashed a broad smile at her, but his response had seemed so divorced from the conversation that it clearly struck Clara as the second strange comment in as many minutes.
“Snails!” I shouted, trying to break the ice. But Clara took this as me mocking her topic of conversation, which, I suppose in some way I was.
We all hurried through our meal and left hungry. Read more »