With a lurch, the ship began to accelerate. Outside the viewport stars fractured into elongated streaks of light, stretching endlessly until they disappeared altogether. The entire ship convulsed, metal groaning as it appeared to warp and distort Engines screamed as they were pushed to their limits, speed readings peaking at 299,792,457 m/s. Space opened up around the hull, the undulating void of hyperspace swallowing the cargo ship ‘Spacebug’ whole. And then nothing...
Captain Asira Jonez leaned back in her chair as she stared out the viewport. The view beyond her cockpit – hypnotic swirls of black and iridescent ripples. An endless, formless, ocean of nothing. No stars to chart, no planets to admire, no connection to the datanet or communications from the interstellar grid. Just empty hyperspace. It didn’t feel like the ship was flying, even the odometer unable to quite tell if the ship was still moving or standing completely still. She exhaled sharply, fingers dancing across the console as she keyed in commands and made her final checks before she let the nav system handle the rest of the trip.
It would be 97 hours until Spacebug entered real-space again and that meant Asira had 97 hours of time to kill. Cargo captains all had their own way of dealing with hyperspace isolation. Some turned their ships into makeshift art studios, painting cosmic landscapes, composing music, or chiseling out sculptures that would later be forgotten in their dusty cargo holds. Others binged ancient holo-flicks saved on antique data drives,watching the most clichéd love triangles and one-liner-laden action sequences the galaxy had ever produced. Asira preferred a different distraction, her gaze drifting down to a monitor displaying the ship’s manifest.
Cargo: A pretty standard shipment of manufactured parts destined for a mining colony on Zephyr V
Passengers: 2
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“Yes, yes… fuck YES! Barely 30 minutes after departure and Asira’s desperate moan’s filled the the ship’s helm as she gladly fucked herself stupid on her latest passengers obliging cock – Or at least the Xylean equivalent to one. Her mind felt like it was melting with each thrust of her hips into the alien, bouncing on its foreign member as fast as she could manage. Clearly not fast enough. A clawed hand surprised her, gripping her hair as it forced her head down onto the ship's console. It’s other hand dug claws into the soft flesh of her hips for purchase as it fucked into her with all it’s strength.
Bent over the cold, hard metal of the console, its cock railed into her. A squishy, pulsating length that ruined her hole with ease. Her mouth opened, words of praise for its cock catching in her throat as all she could manage was a pathetic whimper. The Xylean however was anything but silent, letting out an animalistic string of grunts and clicks that Asira’s translator did its best to translate “Receive it, receive it, receive my sexual discharge you unclean sex worker” The universal basic translator still didn’t quite do dirty talk but Asira got the message. One final rough thrust and the Xylean stopped moving as it came… hard.
It seemed like an eternity of it pumping seemingly endless cum into her before it finally pulled out, leaving her shivering body on the ship's console, fluorescent purple cum leaking slowly out of her aching pussy. She glanced at the chronometer inches away from her face. Ninety-six hours and 27 minutes left of hyperspace, why did this have to be a short trip?
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♡ Hey all! I'm Ella, your local kinky, creative, and detailed slut who's a big of a scifi nerdThat was a lot of words but if you couldn’t tell already I'm looking to explore the intergalactic hijinx that a bored and incredibly horny cargo captain can get up to on her long flights.
- Perhaps a hand of cards with mercenaries ends with her tied up in the cargo hold and repaying the debt one load at a time.
- Or perhaps she discovers a stowaway hidden deep within the bowels of the cargo hold hoping the catch a free ride and instead of turning them into the authorities, she decides to use them as a free ride instead
- Maybe she notices the tentacle creature in cargo on the ship's manifest and decides to give it a little walk as well as some ‘other’ exercise.
- Or maybe a job requires her to leave port before she can find any passengers so she instead decides to experiment with a synthetic ‘companionship’ bot being sold for a remarkably good deal. Of course it’s only so cheap because it’s got a couple wires loose in its head but that surely won’t cause any issues
There's a whole galaxy worth of ideas for us to explore so I’d love to come up with something fun that the both of us will love.
Favorite Kinks(None required): Anything to do with Cum, Body Writing, Bondage, Choking, Aftercare, Control, Costumes, Ripping Clothes, Toys, Cum covered fucking, Cum on clothes, Degradation, Exhausted sex, Facials, Gangbangs, Group Sex, Humiliation, Photos, Recording, Petplay, Rough Sex, Stretching Holes, Getting thrown around, Sloppy Oral, Spit Roasts, Spitting, Strap ons, Flirting, Dirty Talk, CNC
Limits: Gore, Vore, Bestiality, Scat, Piss, Incest