by Jamie Petit
Andax tucked away his last bite and held my gaze from under his brow. “The jump process is about to begin. But I have some wine back in my quarters if you’d like to continue our discussion.”
Discussion. Of course. I’d love to. I tried to restrain my eagerness to be alone with him again as I said, “Certainly.”
Back to his room, I made a good show of being unconcerned, completely at ease, but when his door clicked shut a chill of anticipation shot through me and a lump formed in my throat.
Andax stepped over to the control panel at the door. He raised the ring communicator to his lips. “Ready the jump at will.” He punched a few buttons on the door panel and the sound of pressurization hissed in the silence.
“Procedure for warp jumps,” Andax explained. “All hands not on deck return to quarters and seal in. Each room is pressurized with a radiation insulating gas.”
“A lot of radiation in the warp space?” I asked just trying to make idle conversation.
“Enough to fry an elephant in seven nanoseconds.”
“Ouch.” I look over at the living space. “Where should I sit?” There weren’t many options.
Andax stepped away from the door and over to me, pressing in, close enough to need to look up, close enough to feel the heat of his body. “Did you want the chair, or the bed?”
I choked back a stutter. “Uh, how about a drink?”
“That wasn’t my question.”
“Maybe… chair? B-bed…”
He moved closer. It’s like he’s floating towards me. I took a step back. Then another. Another. My calves pressed against the low mattress and his presence moved me ever backwards until I bent and landed sitting.
Andax grins and pivots, pulling the chair and resting in it. “Guess I’ll take this then.”
He’s staring into my eyes when the ship shudders and a deep groan resounds in the hull. There’s a sudden lightheadedness and then everything returns to normal.
“Welcome to warp-space,” says Andax, never losing my eyes. “The in-between world.”
“Have you ever seen it? What it looks like?”
“It looks like nothing. Because it is nothing.”
“Oh.”
“No better place to explore, where the endless and the ends meet.”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
He laughs very softly. “But you have to take that leap yourself. Into the ends. Or the endless.”
He’s staring at me without reserve, without guards. Neither expecting nor anticipating—nothing. Like a Buddah. His passivity seems a sort of coercion in itself. How could I avoid someone who, with such comfort and ease, brought me in?
The rock at the heart of my gut grew and sunk heavy. My throat constricted. This was all me. And I felt that if I disavowed this seeming fate, it would never visit me again.
Just to reach out and…
I moved my arms without conscious will, lifting my hands to the sides of his head. A glimmer of a smile peeked out of the corners of Andax’s mouth. I grasped him, taking my time.
I gently pulled him towards me and his massive frame moved as if I had the strength of an ox. My eyes fluttered and shut. I didn’t need to see. I could feel the space between us shrinking by the heat of his lips and the rush of his breath.
Collision. I hesitated again at that moment. His lips were nothing like Janie’s. They were nothing like a woman’s at all. They were firmer, thicker—yet still silken, still warm. I pressed into him, giving myself to his lips.
My fingers slipped back into the locks of his long, thick hair, pulling him into me. The harder I kissed him the harder I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to be inside him and wanted him inside me. I wanted to be one. My tongue slipped into his mouth and we tasted each other in that moment.
I’d never felt so perfectly fulfilled by a kiss. I never knew they could be this perfect. Every kiss I’d ever had before now seemed a gray mocking version of this. Those kisses of the past were actions to be taken, rote repetition of tropes from the silver screen. They were obligatory, as guided by instruction as the construction of an Ikea shelf.
Was all the sex I’d had that way too? Was it all empty imitation? What could sex feel like, if his kiss alone was this good?
I was harder than I’d ever been, imagining the feel of Andax. All the taboo had washed away in my mind. All that was left was a ruthless yearning for my lover.
Andax sensed this, sensed that I had in that moment given myself over to him, and he relented from his restraint. His one hand moved to the small of my back and pulled my waist towards his. I leaned over and straddled him.
My thighs are astride his massive hips, my cock pressed agonizingly hard against his firm stomach. His breathing alone arouses me, shifting his muscles against the head of my cock.
My hands slip out of his hair and grasp the sides of his face. He feels nothing like what I'd have expected a man to feel like. There's no coarse stubble, no roughness to his cheeks at all. Still, there's a firmness in the chiseled strength of his jawline, his high cheekbones, the slight convex rounding from ear to mouth.
I can feel his cock growing underneath me. It presses against me where nothing has before. Just below my sensitive sac, full of nerves and pressure, his throbbing, firm cockhead rides the ridge. His hips gently—so gently—buck down and up, guiding that marble-like member further and further, closing in on teasing at that oh-so-forbidden zone.
Despite my undeniable desire, I was quivering with apprehension. This was not something I'd ever planned for, nothing I'd ever anticipated. That... that area was always a very strict off-limits zone, a given area of restriction for almost any male in my world. Yet here I was, already matching him grind-for-grind, eagerly nudging him closer to my ass. I was boiling over with those competing feelings of fear and desire.
There was still so little to fear at that point. He was still wearing pants, so was I, but the strength of his erection, and the fierceness of my hunger made it seem as if there was nothing but sheer silk between us.
I let out a low moan and bit down on his lip, drawing it into my mouth and leaning back towards the bed. Andax followed my lead and crawled over me. His incredible body was above me, covering me, enveloping me.
I felt incredibly small all of a sudden. Vulnerable. But I enjoyed the feeling of being vulnerable to him. Like this, he could please me any way he dared, he could use me to please him the same.
I was mindless with need, clawing at his powerful chest, tasting his wonderful mouth, thrusting my cock firmly against his.
I couldn't take it anymore. I reached for the waist of his pants and tore at the button and zipper, reaching inside and sliding my hand under his warm cock. I moaned happily as I felt its weight and heat and smoothness. I gripped it just a little tighter and massaged back and forth.
Then my own physical need surged and I tore apart the waist of my own pants and pushed them quickly down to my ankles and kicked them off. I need to feel his whole body against me.
Andax got the hint and in a flurry of fevered moment we tore every last scrap of clothing off each other.
I reached around his muscular frame and hugged him to me, our bodies mashed together, cocks riding smoothly over each other on a coat of pre-cum streaming out in rivers.
This was it. How could I get any more sure? "I'm ready," I said.
Andax pushed away slightly so he could look me in the eyes. "Are you certain?"
"Yes," I said. "I mean is this... does this mean..."
He glanced away and sighed heavily. "Usually, yeah. It's not easy to not bond. Close to impossible. Pretty hard not to... well, you know how it goes, with the impregnation and all."
I looked away as well, suddenly nervous. My cock deflated between us. The heat of his still pressed warmly into my stomach. "It's just... it's a lot. I don't know what the hell's happening. I've never felt anything like this."
"Of course not. You've experienced a lot of new things in the last few weeks. You're exploring the
galaxy. No wonder you'd start to explore yourself."
I rolled my tongue against my cheek, idly distracting myself as I searched for the right answer. "It's so much. My life..."
Andax's fingers gripped my chin lightly and turned my head so I was look at him. "Don't worry. I won't... I won't do anything. Nothing so permanent, anyway. Even if you ask me. Even if you beg."
"Even if I beg?"
"We're in the in-between world. I promise you, there is nothing here. We leave it all. And you decide what you want another day."
“That’s against Wynmerian law, isn’t it? At least, that’s what I’ve read.”
“You’re right. Though, the spirit of the law is to protect both Wynmerians and Humans from coercion, from dangerous affairs, from a whole host of ugly outcomes.”
“I trust you.”
“I know you do.”
“Like you said,” I whispered, trailing my fingers over his chest, “There’s no law here. There’s nothing.”
“Just us.”
My chest was full to bursting with emotion—love? I don't think anyone had ever shown so much care for me before and it crushed me like a rock. I couldn't speak, so I just leaned up and pecked him on the lips.
Andax grinned softly, then let out a low growl. His hands pressed against my chest, slipped down over my sides and under my hips, hoisting me up. His bare cock finally grazed along my asshole, making it slippery with the profusion of his cum.
My eye lids fluttered, my throat constricted. Yes, yes, yes. This was everything right here. Fear, excitement, love, lust. I needed it. I angled my hips, rocking my ass against his cock until I started to feel the true pressure of his meaty appendage.
The warning screamed in my head like a siren. This thing was too big! Simply, too big! What had I been thinking?
“Shh, relax,” said Andax. “Don’t do anything. Let me.”
He ran his fingers through my hair and stared at me with a gentleness that alleviated all the pains. I closed my eyes and gave myself to him.
I don’t know what he did, or how. All I focused on was giving myself to him, opening myself up so that he could be inside me. He was slow and careful. Little by little I felt myself filling up with his beautiful flesh.
When he finally bottomed out in me, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him as his cock pulsed in me. Every last bit of us was entwined.
“I’ll have to go slow so I don’t,” he paused. “Well, you know.”
“Slow is good,” I said with a hesitant laugh. Nothing had ever felt as perfect as this, but I still wasn’t ready for anything like a hard fucking. That’d have to come later.
Gently, he began to rock his hips against me, and I felt his whole mighty beast slide through my body. Even his tiniest movements were world-shattering. Every time he pulled back, I clambered to thrust myself back onto his spear.
His mouth on mine, his cock half retrieved and poised for a return, the hull shuddered and groaned again.
“This is our stop,” he said, grinning.
“Don’t stop.”
“But there are laws here,” he teased.
“I’m sure they don’t lock up Commanders.”
“Ah, but they do. When they’re bad.”
“Just don’t be too bad, okay?”
Andax leaned in and kissed me softly, then plunged his cock inside me to the hilt. I ground my ass up against his cock, willing him deeper into my body. He pressed into me, nudging his cock at an angle, fucking me while barely moving.
Somewhere inside me I felt the orgasm building like a supernova. My balls clenched and my cock erupted shooting hot cum all over my chest.
Andax pulled himself from me, gripping his cock and mixing our seed all over my stomach and my chest.
I didn’t want a bit of this experience wasted, so I leaned up and took the head of his cock in my mouth, cleaning the last drop of cum from the head as I did.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever had a cock in my mouth,” I said.
“That’s the first time you’ve had a cock in your ass, too, I’d guess,” said Andax, laughing. He dipped a finger into our swirling cum and sucked it into his mouth, then leaned forward and kissed me, tasting our pearly passion between us.
SEVEN
Andax clinked his glass against mine. “To your first time in a new system.”
I sipped my wine and stared out the porthole at the planet below. It was like earth in that it was largely blue and green, though it was striped with bright deserts. Still, I was mesmerized.
“Let’s finish these and then get down to the bridge,” said Andax. “We’re loading fresh supplies and new recruits.”
“So… pants.”
“Yeah, we’re going to need pants.”
So, pants it was, and we kissed briefly before leaving the room. I tried not to smile, I tried not to look too much at Andax, or avoid the eyes of other Wynmerians. I was certain everyone already knew what we’d been up to and playing it cool was all but killing me.
I wanted to hold Andax’s hand as we walked down the hall. Of course, that was impossible, but I wanted it as bad as I’ve ever wanted anything.
Who was I? I felt like a different person all of a sudden. The whole of my feeling came from the sense that having Andax by my side was as simple as feeling right.
The last few days between the warp and arriving in orbit had been like a profound dream. I was changing so much already, and I hadn’t even decided if I wanted to be turned into his Omega.
We arrived at the bridge and Andax swept through the space to his command chair.
No sooner had he sat than the ship rocked violently.
The roar that ripped through the hull and through the very fibers of the machinery was deafening and grotesque. I spilled to the ground—like most of those in the room not already holding on to something.
Andax didn’t hesitate. “Status?”
One of the technicians who’d been tossed to the ground hoisted himself up and stared at the screen. “Blast in loading bay fourteen.”
“And?”
“Rupture in the fuel lines, the control lines. Life support. It’s critical, sir.”
“How critical? I need you to be as precise as possible.” Andax was leaning over the arm of his chair, staring down the young tech.
“Fleet mandate critical. Textbook case, sir.”
Andax straightened up in his chair. Nodded silently. “Set the alarm then.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Everyone, to the nearest pod.”
Andax stepped out of his chair and rushed upon me, grabbing me by the arm and guiding me out of the room without a single moment of pause.
“We’re going to the escape pod room.”
“The hell is going on?” I asked.
“Don’t know why this happened, but I do know that the ship is going down. This whole thing will be an ember within about twenty minutes.”
I didn’t say anything further. What needed saying? That I was scared? Frightened? That was obvious. Even Andax, despite his calm was clearly shaken. We rushed down corridor after corridor until we reached a room filled with some fifteen circles resting in the wall.
Andax pressed a few spots next to one and the space opened up for us and we slipped into an escape pod.
There were a few restraints we buckled and then then the rocket launched us out into the emptiness of space and we were guided into a descent orbit around the planet.
“Coordinate systems are scrambled,” said Andax. “Well, that tells me one thing.”
“What’s that,” I asked, seriously confused.
“This was deliberate,” he said. “Worse, it was a detonated explosive, probably smuggled in with the new cargo.”
“But, how? Or, how do you know?”
“I don’t know how they did it, but the fact that our navigation system isn’t working means there was an electromagnetic disruption as well. The best we can hope for is to land safely.”
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p; “So, you’re saying that’s not guaranteed?”
“Nothing ever is,” he said with a shrug.
We bumped along the atmosphere, jostling to and fro, until we finally sunk in and roared through, the shell of our tiny pod shaking angrily.
