Eighteen hours!
On a small tactical ship with seven hot chicks, at least one of which definitely wants to fuck me and another who was licking my balls just hours ago. And I'm still fucking horny! Why am I so fucking horny?! After the last load I blew planet-side, I was sure I'd be able to function at least a few days undistracted by a horny cock. And yet here I am, trying to figure out how not to cum for eighteen hours.
Fuck!
I push myself out of the briefing room and into the galley. I stop at the recycler to toss in my used kava bulb and food wrap. I pull the spare cup of kava out of my pocket and suck on it while I wait for Y'Jaan to drift into the room.
"So," I ask as she flips deftly through the connecting hatch, "where can a guy take a nap here? I'm fucking beat!"
"I'd be more than happy to show you to your quarters, Commander Deck!" She smiles at me sweetly, still with more than a hint of naughty behind it. At least she got my name right this time! She jackknifes her nimble body and pushes off the ceiling to drift through the hatch to the lower deck. I take a moment to admire her firm, shapely posterior, and then follow.
She leads me to the forwardmost starboard module just before the piloting bridge. The hatch dilates at her touch. "It's keyed for you," she says, ushering me in to my new quarters.
It's about four meters on a side. Plush -- swanky, even - by normal combat shipboard standards. Soft mattresses fill most of all six walls. The eight corners all have gimballed storage and service carts that can reorient to ship's vector. Soft amber light fills the space from strip lighting mounted along all twelve corners. All of the walls have acceleration strap attachments. At least two walls have attachments that I'm not immediately familiar with.
"It's all yours," Y'Jaan says, "Make yourself comfortable. Bar's on the top forward edge," she says, pointing it out.
"Fuck! I could do with a drink," I say.
"Me too," she says with a chuckle. "Why don't you pour me one? I'm just going to freshen up real quick."
With that, she disappears through the hatch. Damn. I wasn't planning on hosting a cocktail hour! I just need to sleep. Well, really, I need to figure out how not to blow a load in the next eighteen hours, and sleep seems like as good a solution as any.
I make my way to the bar and set to figuring out the controls. I manage to coax it into dispensing me an Aldebarran rum soda. That should do the trick. I've no Idea what Y'Jaan wants, so I don't draw anything for her. I'm half-way through a cool bulb of smoky sweet rum and feeling a pretty good buzz when Y'Jaan returns.
She's stark fucking naked.
Fuck.
"All fresh," she says by way of greeting.
"Y'Jaan," I sputter, "Um... Did you... Were you... The Captain clearly said..."
"Oh, Yes," she says, "No ejaculation. Period. Not for eighteen hours. Not until you report to the doctor. Yes, Sir!' She just grins at me.
"So... um... that's gonna be kind of hard to do if you're parading all around in front of me naked like that!"
"Oooh," she coos, "I'm so flattered you think so, but I've got that covered," she giggles, brandishing a small universal remote.
"What..."
"Captain said you couldn't cum until tomorrow. She specifically didn't say anything about not having sex! And it looks to me like you're ready for some sex! Are you not?!"
I instinctively cupped my erection, vainly trying to shield it from her hungry stare.
She floated towards me, holding up the remote. Her tail frisked anxiously behind her.
Wait!
"You've got a tail?! Of course you do! Fuck!"
"More about that later, Sweetie," she says, reaching for the magnetic strip securing my ship-suit.
"Y'Jaan," I say, trying to be diplomatic, "don't get me wrong: There's nothing I'd rather do right now -- possibly excepting sleep -- than fool around with you, but If I do that, then there's no way I'm not gonna..."
"Have you ever masturbated and not been able to achieve orgasm or ejaculate," she asks.
Fuck.
She waits while things fall into place for me.
The answer is 'yes'. Every time. For the last three years. Since... Since Annalise went away.
"It's an ejaculatory inhibiter. Imperial tech. It worked for them for all that time, Aylen. Let it work for us now! I so want you right now!" Her hand knifes down the seam of my ship-suit and fishes my cock and balls out of their mesh hammock.
"You're sure there's no way..."
"She's sure. It's tested and proven tech," the Captain says from the doorway. "Or else I wouldn't have given it to her."
Frak! Fuck! Frell! Is there no way to lock the fucking door?!
"As you were, Master Sergeant," the Captain, instructs, hooking one naked foot around a toe hold.
Y'Jaan takes my cock in both hands and massages me deftly. I'm so close to cumming! But I'm not. Fuck! It's delicious torture having her manipulate my cock and balls so expertly and knowing -- now -- that I'm not going to be able to cum!
The Captain glides closer, one hand slipping between her ample, pale thighs. A ridiculously full bush of blond pubic curls tops her round mons. I stare. She sees me staring. She drifts closer.
Y'Jan has me out of my ship-suit and pushes it towards a nearby wall where it sticks, from Velcro or surface tension I don't care. I'm out of it and free for her to explore. Which she does. She engulfs my cock in her hot, lavender mouth and starts to do such things...!
Before I can come to grips with what her mouth is doing to me, the Captain has wrapped her hot thighs around my head and is pulling my mouth towards her thickly-forested cunt meat.
She smells so fucking good!
Damn! She mashes her cunt against me. She tastes so fucking good!
Distantly, I sense Y'Jaan opening her throat to take in all of my throbbing, hot cockmeat. But I can't process that right now; I'm coming to mouth-grips with Captain Kimma's delicious cunt-puzzle. Fuck! She's so fucking delicious! And so fucking wet! And so fucking meaty! My tongue thrashes her lips aside as her thick pubes caress my nose and lips. Her intoxicating cuntsauce drips out, sliding along my cheeks and boiling off into dozens of little globules that float free in zero-a. I coral a bunch of them and scoop them back towards my lips. This brings my fingers along her thick, swollen cuntlips. She sighs and pulls my mouth to her cunt.
I respond dutifully, plowing my tongue between her lips and screwing my fingers against her hot entrance and her gooey taint. She moans and presses her cunt against my mouth. I slide two fingers into her swampy cunt and rub a pinkie against her wet taint until she tilts her pelvis just so, swallowing that pinkie straight up her tight asshole. Wow! I work her cunt with my mouth and fingers, almost oblivious to wheat Y'Jaan is doing.
Only I can't ignore when she pulls me out of her mouth and tugs on my cock, using it as an anchor point to reorient herself. Moments later, I feel a tight wetness clamp around my cock and I can only imagine that I'm being swallowed up into the first Bethnian cunt I've ever enjoyed. Fuck is she hot! What's the normal body temp for a Bethnian, I wonder.
Fuck that! Is my next thought. Fuck! She's so fucking tight! And supple. I feel her cunt muscles massaging me...
Until Kimma brings my awareness back to her hot pussy, grinding and gyrating against my mouth and fingers. She's gonna cum soon; I can taste it! The sweet scent of her juices takes on an acid tinge that's so fucking delicious!! Next thing I know, she's fucking my mouth for all she's worth and crying out, "fuuuuuuckingfrakfrelldickcockballsi'mfuckingcummmmmmmming!!!"
She grinds her orgasm out against my lips and tongue and fingers. It goes on and on. When she finally pulls away, I see the wet, lavender tip of Y'Jaan's tail slide out of Kimma's taut anus.
