Deep space

Deep space, year 2524, more than three hundred exploration pods fly away from the Ark ship. Their task is to explore the exoplanet U-369 and its satellites. Among the crew and passengers, the planet has already been nicknamed "red" for its scarlet, similar to the solar Mars, atmospheric background. Mankind has been scattering large and small arks on all available exoplanets for a century in order to expand the range of its existence. Overpopulation of the Earth, Mars, Jupiter satellites and other inhabited celestial bodies has not been a problem for a long time, but the thirst to expand the range of its habitat is dictated not only by the needs of survival, but also by economic and political considerations. There are far too many resources that have not been exploited by humans.

The small capsules cut through space at a speed faster than the speed of sound and flew toward one of the three, and the largest, satellites of the Red. Insufficiently paved and large enough to walk between the stars, but ideally suited for exploration in the atmosphere of any planet, the tablets were what the colonists called them. The tablets were manned by two pilots, always of different genders, after probably thousands of psychological and physical tests. After all, the pill pilot is not only the one who controls the ship scout, but also the first explorer of a new, almost always not clear and unpredictable world. In cases of emergency situations, and these very emergency situations were almost daily practice, the crew in absentia had to act coherently, and successfully support each other's strengths and compensate for weaknesses, even if they first saw each other on the mission. Pilot compatibility was therefore approached comprehensively and extremely carefully.

- Reno, flaps to flight line. - A shaven-headed girl with tattoos on her head, fangs, and a purple spacesuit spoke calmly and matter-of-factly.

- Jane, why don't we leave it to the autopilot? - The large, bearded and muscular man, on the other hand, had no decorative modifications. Technology made it possible to paint anything on himself and even organize functional wings or a tail, for example. But it wasn't that he didn't accept such modifications, he just didn't want to. Of course, he had artificially increased his stamina and strength, increased the quality of his bones and all that, but it was all conditioned by the working conditions and did not catch his eye.

- I don't want to spend nine hours in the void while the autopilot takes care of me any more than my grandmother did when I was three.

- Okay," the man ran his fingers over the dashboard, made a couple of swipes, and the ship began to accelerate to cruising speed.

- Reno.

- М?

- Why do we even need flaps in space? We're in airless space on engines that run on compressed electricity. And flaps are archaic from the days of intraplanetary aviation.

The man turned in his chair with his whole body, as if the question was about the meaning of life, not about flaps. Interesting, he thought, a woman with ancient tattoos on her head, practicing martial arts while using lasertags and other humane and not-so-humane ways to harm people at a distance. A woman who uses a laser sword like she's the heroine of an old franchise, and most importantly knows how to use it. And the ability to stand up for herself in direct contact, without any modifications, was already reflected directly on her body. Even through the spacesuit it was visible that the girl was fit, athletic, agile, and in general, aggressive sexuality and barbaric aesthetics were evident not only under the spacesuit, but also in the atmosphere around her. - Sex with her should be memorable. Would that be interesting?

- I asked the tech guys similar questions, they said it's more of a psychological story and a tribute to tradition. Engines, as well as the ship itself can be any shape, but for easier perception of the ship and its control systems, they need to be like the old analog ships.

- You're a nerd.

- Yes, I am. I'm comfortable with being a nerd myself.

- Yeah, well, you're a barbarian bore - now Jane's turned around in her chair.

- М? Why barbarian? - Reno asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. - Interesting, a couple of seconds ago I was thinking about barbarian aesthetics, and now I'm called a barbarian myself.

- What were you doing a couple hours before the flight?

- Working out in the gym.

- That's right, with your muscle modifications, you keep loading your flesh with iron like you're ancient.

- Well, it's healthy and it helps you focus.

- Health is not relevant, you live in the 24th century, technology will fix everything without your efforts, but to work your muscles to chase blood through the veins, to heat up and sweat. Nowadays you do it just to feel like you used to, to awaken the beast that sleeps in you. It's the right time to awaken the beast in you, and you have to be a barbarian to do that nowadays.

Her head lowered, her gaze became slightly sidelong, and she bit her lower lip slightly. So obvious. I can only guess what's on her mind, but it seems like they weren't lying about the colossal job of finding a compatible crew of pills.

- You're a nerd, too.

- I know"-she smiled, falling back in her chair in one motion and throwing her feet up on the dashboard-"and I'm good at being a nerd.

We'd talked a couple times before, working in different squadrons and crossing paths at briefings and less often at training. It was just a formal acquaintance. And now, left alone with each other and the space, she threw her legs so that I could appreciate her impulsiveness and athletic slimness of these very legs.

- Want some watermelon?

- What? - bewilderment on her face.

- I think you could split a watermelon with your hips.

- What the hell is a watermelon? What are you talking about?

- A regular green watermelon is a bit silly, and I know where this is going, but why not get emotional with a serious-minded female.

- Do you want me to split a watermelon with my feet? Do you want anything else between my legs?

Wow, she's quick on the uptake, now I'm smiling.

- What are the options?

- Your empty skull-- and with a swift kick of her foot, she defiantly twisted the chair to the base position.

Oh, that went the wrong way...oh well. Taking the food printer out of the armrest, I entered the program of watermelon slices and after waiting a minute, I took out a watermelon slice, well as a slice, a simulation, just as juicy, tasty and indistinguishable from real watermelon, but still a simulation. M, juicy, crunchy, nice to eat.

- Help yourself.

Apparently, during my manipulations with food she also made some conclusions and decided not to inflate.

- I held out my hand with a slice. And then she again did not behave as I expected. She jumped up and grabbed my fingers. I had to use my restraint and pretend I wasn't outraged, but it was actually quite painful.

- Delicious.

I didn't behave as expected. Putting the food aside, I reached up to her face and took her cheek and pulled her toward me.

- Do my fingers taste good in your mouth?

A nod, and greatly widening, even slightly startled, eyes.

- Then lick them.

Tongue between my fingers and her hands rest against my torso. She's already smiling and looking hungry. - How quickly her states of mind change.

She closes her eyes and thrusts forward, keeping her fingers in my mouth. The juice from the watermelon is still there, so the kiss is juicy-sweet. She pulled away, looking predatory.

- Open the suit, barbarian.

A quick manipulation of the buttons, the suit falls off like a deflated balloon, a couple of moments later she too is naked. A few sharp, assertive movements and she's on top. Good. The smartly adjusted chair reclines, comfortably. Jane, meanwhile, is already trying on my swollen cock, my right hand gripping her hips, how firm they are, my other hand pulling her down hard on top of me. I want to feel this female with all my body, I press her against me. Her hand grabs my cock, hips rise, one deep movement, I'm inside, deep exhalation, her bosom is very tight around me, how nice.

We quickly picked up the rhythm and carried on, each movement deep and hard, fast breathing, moans, I growl and put her on me even tighter, clap after clap, obscene slurping sounds, she moans and screams, no need to restrain myself. I love to hear women moaning like that, but her voice is especially pleasant, it caresses my ears, another reason for pleasure. Hard, fast, passionate. I walk my hands over her body, feel her muscles, it's very hot, everywhere. Practically pressing into her, pressing harder, feeling with my whole body, moving only my hips, top down, top down, she screams, so fast? Her legs cramp up, I press into her with all my might. She shakes, she cries, it happens, a few more movements, freeze. Probably a few minutes in silence, listening only to our breathing and the steady hum of the electric motor. I'm inside, but all relaxed.

She rises on one arm, her face radiates happiness, it's like she's laughing.

- Are you okay? - And then immediately drops down for a kiss.

- I'm fine.

- I'm kind of quick - she smiles - the break must have had an effect - to laugh.

I just lay there, I liked it overall, but yes, the final point is missing.

- I know what to do - at this point she even nips off a little too quickly.

A few seconds later I feel my cock being wrapped around her lips and hands, I exhale again. The quick movements of her hands and the tenderness of the cube raise my penis very quickly. Almost immediately I take her head and have full control of her movements. Pretty soon she takes her hands away grabbing my legs and ass. And with every movement I push her deeper and deeper, actively penetrating her throat. The mouth-fucking begins. She controls herself well and doesn't show any displeasure at all. The movements become quite powerful and the cock goes deep into her throat, and I feel her lips with my scrotum. A few times I linger in this state, feeling the saliva running down my balls. But I can't get enough. When she starts to run out of air, I pull her off me.

- More! Fuck me again!

I push her down hard. She falls down, I'm on top of her, I put my cock in her mouth and fuck her mouth lying on top of her. I give in to the sensations, I catch the pleasure, she grabs my buttocks and squeezes them and wiggles in time with my movements, and I keep fucking. I feel it's not gonna be long now. Clap after clap, I'm about to cum, I make some powerful movements practically hammering my penis into her, growl loudly and shoot straight down her throat hanging like that for a few seconds. She tries to swallow, but with the penis deep in her mouth it doesn't work, she starts to choke, I come out of her sharply, she throws everything out of herself splashing her face and lies almost senseless with cum dripping from her lips.

Now it's my turn to ask.

- Are you okay?

My voice seems to wake her up. Her eyes open and she raises her hands to her face gently touching the dripping mixture of cum and saliva.

- You acted like a beast-smile again-I want more.

Up to this point I'd thought I was, tired. But I felt absolutely not tired and after she said she wanted more, I was blown away.

- Turn around, I want your ass.

She was still so agile, in a second she had her legs spread wide and her back arched cat-like. She was on all fours and stimulating her clit.

- Start slowly.

How beautiful she is after all, and from this angle... perfect for a spanking. Slap! A resounding slap. Slap! One more and one more, I stopped.

- Another one.

Slap, slap, slap. She screams again, differently and keeps repeating "more, more, more". Her skin's getting redder, more sensitive, I'm getting kind of tired of it.

- Spread your buns, female.

She obviously likes it when I call her that. My hands spread my ass, revealing a slightly darker and very narrow anal ring. I stand up on my feet measuring my cock against her ass, and begin to slowly push myself into her. She starts breathing loudly, but apparently comfortable. Her ass is very tight. So tight that it hurts even me to drill into it. I'm going in deeper and deeper with gentle progressive strokes. Very slow, but very nice. Wait a couple seconds, repeat, wait again. Slowly, but evenly, I start to speed up. I press her back even harder, practically squeezing her back, press her face into the floor with my hand, bring my foot to her face.

- Lick it.

Her tongue trails over my fingers, and my thumb is in her mouth. And then the hard fucking begins, only this time it's her ass that suffers nicely. The banging intensifies, she moans, she's in pain, but she clearly likes it. Sometimes with my free hand I slap her painfully, intensifying her screams. I feel good, but actually the position is quite uncomfortable. So I quickly accelerate and within a minute I'm driving my cock into her full length each time, fucking and fucking, harder and harder, she's screaming. And I turn into a volcano, accelerating at full power, I feel that the ring is already well developed and the ass is perfectly squeezing me. The picture is complete domination and total control. After a little while she starts to shake again, this time much more violently. And I'm on the verge. I use the moment to straighten her legs and press my whole body against her with the hand I used to squeeze her face, covering her mouth. No, I love the way she screams, but I want to feel her scream through my hand. I keep pounding her ass, and she starts to shake in orgasm, the screaming from her clamped mouth, the spasmodic squeezing of her anal ring. Her orgasm. And it's starting to shake me, just a couple of thrusts and I'm cumming in her. Pressing down with my whole body. The screams of pleasure and the fire of our bodies. Synchronized orgasm, I've never had one before, it's fabulous, magical and one of the most vivid memories that will stay with me for a long time. That's great. There's silence for a minute... two. I gently step out of it. I fall on my back. I rest.

- It was nice.

I'm getting a little twitchy.

- Just nice?!

She winks, jumps up.

- I'm in the shower, you're after me, I'm out, don't peek.

And I just lie on my back and watch the stars, still about 4 hours to re-enter the atmosphere of the red satellite.