It should be readily apparent that this story is pure imagination and involves many scenarios which are not actually possible. It will not make much sense if you have not read the preceding chapters.
Please comment whether or not you would like to read more of Robert's inter-stellar adventures. I'm leaning towards leaving his future to your imagination, but could be persuaded.
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I stood frozen in place on the bridge of the Earth Space Exploration Vessel Amazon, staring at the view screen. My manhood remained erect even after I had spontaneously ejaculated across the deck in front of me at the sight of Cassandra.
If I was not so distracted, I would have felt bad for creating a mess that a seaman was now having to clean up.
The only time I had seen Cassandra, I had been an ethereal being. Now that I was whole and human, she seemed even more beautiful than before. And of course my mind was occupied by the sexual experience I'd had with this alien goddess. An extreme physical and emotional experience which filled my soul.
The captain and the bridge crew were looking at me in surprised amusement. I had gained quite a clientele on the female dominant ship because of my large cock and my legendary stamina. But here I was firing off at just the sight of Cassandra.
The captain spoke. Not to me, but to Cassandra. "Your highness, I would very much like to host you aboard the Amazon. I would love to host a dinner for you so you can regale us with your story about Robert."
Cassandra's melodious voice had a soothing effect on all who heard it. Even if you were not seeing her, you could hear the smile, "Of course, Captain, I would be incredibly honored. May I make a small request?"
"Certainly."
"Would you mind assigning Robert to...attend to my needs and be my liaison while I am aboard?"
Her needs. I could almost hear the unspoken snickers from my shipmates.
"Oh, absolutely. I am certain he will be thrilled. You would be happy to attend the Princess, would you not, Robert?"
It took me a moment to answer, my mouth dry, "Yes, ma'am." I wasn't sure which "ma'am" I was speaking to.
Arrangements were made for PRINCESS Cassandra (I had never known that) to transfer to our ship the next morning.
On the transport deck, the ship's command staff and an honor detail were standing in formation in their dress uniforms. Which struck me funny concerning we males. Rather than our usual subdued rank arm bands, they were satiny. Otherwise, we were nude.
Princess Cassandra stepped from the shuttle. By herself, no entourage, no escort. The same humble person I had met and loved.
Now I got some payback for the smirks of my crew-mates on the bridge.
I had not realized it in my ethereal state in our last meeting. But in physical form, Cassandra emitted pheromones and a persona which had an effect on others. An effect she could no more control than her benevolent, empathetic nature.
Every male on deck suddenly became almost painfully erect. A couple of them groaned and ejaculated uncontrollably as I had earlier. I experienced an erection I thought would burst, but managed not to cum.
What surprised me was seeing many of the female crew tense up, some flexing their legs while attempting to remain at attention. I could actually see Lt. Davison's trousers become soaked as she experienced a female ejaculation, earning a reproachful look from the Captain. I saw a tear run down Davison's cheek as she fought to maintain a semblance of composure.
And Cassandra had not even spoken yet.
She stepped forward and spoke briefly with the Captain, who I could tell was also struggling.
The Captain announced, "Princess Cassandra would like to say a few words."
Cassandra's melodious voice both soothed and aroused everyone.
"I want to thank each and every one of you for your hospitality. I look forward to learning more about you and your ship in the coming days..."
Her use of the word "coming" elicited a few unintentional moans.
"I apologize for the effect I am having on you all. I assure you I have no control over the pheromones and other influences my race has on your races. I feel I should warn you...the arousal will not dissipate without an orgasm. So please take care of each other..."
The double entendre was not lost on anyone. Many were already considering who they would ask for help with her cogent advice.
She bowed respectfully to the crew, then stepped to me. "The Captain says I have an hour until the banquet, and that you will show me to my quarters."
She was compassionate, loving, and devious. She glided gracefully beside me as we walked, her head on my shoulder and a hand on my ass. My erection tried valiantly to expand even more.
When we arrived at her quarters, she thanked me for guiding her to her door, and asked that I return in 45 minutes to be her escort to the banquet. My hopes for a sexual encounter were dashed, but my tumescence was not.
Disappointed, but still hopeful, I headed for my quarters. Perhaps I could at least get a cold shower.
I only made it a couple of decks when I encountered Lt. Washington. She had been monitoring my comm device. Without a word she placed her hand atop my head and guided me down between her thighs.
She knew very well that my burgeoning manhood would have served her better. But the ever thoughtful Keisha had no intention of permitting ME release. She would use my tongue to relieve her of Cassandra's effect while leaving me desperately wanting. I loved her for her cunning.
Within minutes she was gyrating her hot, moist sex on my face and holding my head tightly in place as she came hard, silently as usual.
She stood. "Thank you, Ensign. Apparently I'll need that routinely the next few days."
Fortunately I did not encounter anyone else who had been in Cassandra's presence...yet...and was able to grab a quick shower before returning to escort her to the banquet in her honor.
When her door slid open, Cassandra was pleased to see I had not been able to gain relief for my swollen erection. She took my arm and walked closely beside me.
She whispered that she had missed me and wanted to hear all about my adventures when we had the opportunity to be alone. My stress level rose, not only because of the sexual tension, but because I was concerned what her reaction would be concerning Klarr and the daughter I had never met.
The banquet was a hit. Cassandra enjoyed the cuisine and appeared to really enjoy the company of the crew. She spoke of friendships, economic trade and exploration. There was nothing sexual discussed or intimated.
Yet the pheromones and sensuality were something she could not restrain. There were several dresses ruined that night, either from pre-cum during dances or girl-cum while sitting while aroused.
A huge contingent of the crew was present. Everyone was formal and well-behaved during the festivities. But afterwards there was a desperate fuck fest in private quarters and hallway recesses. It was hours before the erotic fog began to lift enough for normal ship functions.