Gods Play Scene 2

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This is a resubmission, using paragraph marks to indicate the point of view.

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/Gods/

That first step was easy, and the tone onboard has been set. Still, there are more barriers that need to be broken down. Getting a young woman to orgasm on her own is child's play. However, the real challenge is getting the whole crew to go beyond all social and professional norms. And to keep it fair, we would like to do this one person at a time. Just messing with them all at the same time is cheating. But hey, we make the rules! Anyways, one step at a time, one human at a time.

/Dee/

What the hell happened to Moni, just now? That feral growl, the shaking, her running off to her sleeping bag. What short-circuit ran through her big brain? She went completely mental as if she was on drugs or something. Loyd might want to take a good look at his medicine stack. That said, I might want to try some of that stuff. The look on her face when she went off was hot as hell. It reminds me of some of the porn girls in my favorite category, those that trigger on bondage and forced orgasms. Moni's nerdy demeanor is a perfect fit! But now is not the time to get distracted by such subjects, I need to double-check the burn results and ask ground control for a triple confirmation our angles were good.

Within ten minutes, the captain has an announcement to make, he likes to plan ahead: "Without telemetry, ground control can't keep a night watch. Which means we are going to have to organize this among ourselves. In the coming days, we will work twelve-hour shifts, with each crew member shifting their starting time by six hours. That way we continuously have two people on duty. I'll start for the coming twelve hours, together with Loyd for the first six. After six hours, it's Moni's turn, with you, Dee, starting your shift in twelve hours. We take it from there; is everybody in agreement? Dee, can you talk with Moni, about this schedule?" Okay, do I get to do the babysitting? Although, that allows me to find out what happened with that book nerd.

"Yes, sir! Our trajectory is correct, I expect ground control to confirm this in about an hour. I'll stand down now, sir." I float towards the sleeping cabins along the aft wall. Moni has dived into hers, shutting the door firmly behind her. She's free to go to sleep, according to the captain's schedule, but I would like her help freeing me from this space suit. I must admit, I'm curious to find out what happened.

I knock on her door while holding the handrail alongside her cabin. "I'm not decent, sorry!" Yes, you can say that again! That wasn't decent at all. Hot as hell, but not decent...

"Hey, Moni, it's me, Dee. Can you at least help me out of my suit?"

"Give me a second, please." After about a minute, Moni appears, her red-brownish, short hair floating around her equally red face. She is still blushing, and her freckles look even darker than normal. But the deep look of shame in her light blue eyes is almost shocking. That look goes unfiltered deep into my reptile brain, I'm getting aroused, my heart jumps in overdrive, for she looks stunning in that vulnerable state. All my sexual fantasies are getting pushed to the forefront of my mind: This girl, bound spreadeagle to a bed, that look in her eyes, while I inspect her swollen labia, to see if she's getting aroused by the hits I've just subjected her tits to. Moni must have seen something in my eyes, in my face, of the vision that just engraved itself in my mind. A tiny hint of anticipation and fear appears in her beautiful eyes.

The moment comes, and passes quickly, as we still have a task to perform. Moni carefully helps me out of my suit, avoiding any further eye contact or physical contact. By the time I'm in my thermo undergarments, ready to float into my cabin, located beside hers, she retreats towards her own. But I have to ask: "Moni, what just happened? Are you willing to talk about it?"

She turns to face me again. A tentative, asking, little smile plays on her lips. "I don't know, Dee. Out of nowhere, I just had a massive climax. Stronger than ever before. How can that have happened?" So, it was sexual, our little scientist is not as prudent as I thought. But she's also afraid of those feelings and she tries to push them away. Suddenly the urge to grab her and have my way with her gets all-encompassing. Only the fact that there are two others, males nonetheless, in the same five-meter long, three-meter wide tube, allows me to stop myself. But Moni whispers: "I'm scared, Dee. Can you please hold me?" And that does it, I'm now beyond the point of no return.

I'm taking Moni in a deep hug, it must feel like a bear hug to her. Yes, our size differences are partially negated by the fact that we float. But each of her arms would fit at least twice in mine. While keeping her pressed against my chest and breasts, I'm floating into my sleeping cabin, pulling the door closed behind me. There isn't nearly enough room for two people in these boxes, but I don't mind. "Moni, I'm going to take good care of you, you don't need to be scared of anything." I'm looking her in the eyes, focusing all my emotions on her. My heart sings, my stomach flutters, and my crotch soaks. I can see recognition in her eyes, she loves what I'm projecting. And all of a sudden, I'm feeling her little hands finding their way between my thermo shirt and my body, moving towards my breasts, probing my bra.

That's all the invitation I need. Quickly I'm working at undoing her clothing, the little room we had in this cabin is now filled with various pieces of space garments, all floating around. Are those her or my knickers, I don't care. All I care about is those naughty hands, probing, prodding, caressing, it all gets out of control. I regain control by grabbing her hands and keeping them together above her head. But before I can figure out my next move, her tongue takes over to harass my breasts. No, little minx, that's not how I play.

I turn her around, so her back is now facing me, while I move her hands over my head towards my neck. "Keep them there! Hands folded, fingers locked!", I snarl in her ear. Feeling her complying, I'm moving my now free hands around her grabbing her two small, perky breasts. My tits aren't large either, flattened by sport and exercise. But hers are standing to attention, her nipples proudly sticking out between my fingers. A quick pinch, turning both nipples halfway around, it must hurt her, but she only moans, trying to keep quiet. Remembering the heavy growl she gave when she came earlier, I push a random floating shirt into her mouth, effectively gagging her. Another pinch of her tits confirms the effectiveness.

My hands start to move downwards, towards her mound. Along her taut belly, I grab a handful of skin and pull. Again, a grunt and a moan, but she lets me rough her up. My juices are now flowing freely, she's such a hot, sweet, piece of meat. And instead of pulling away, she now pushes her ass up against my crotch, those two warm orbs fusing with my muscled abdomen, surrounding my labia, pushing my slit closed, with a hint of pressure on my clit.

Finally, my hands reach her soaking wet folds, I quickly push a left-hand finger inside her channel, while I pull my right hand between her ass and my slit. With a rough pull of my left hand, I push her body up a bit with my head now placed between her delicate shoulders and forcing her hands into her own neck. This frees my right hand to roam along her ass crack, stroking between her cheeks, caressing her rosebud, even a bit of kneading her right ass cheek. My finger inside her is now doing some heavy lifting, probing, feeling, pushing. My left-hand palm lies against her clit, I keep a firm pressure there.

I can feel her building towards an orgasm, so I slow down a bit. With my feet, grabbing behind the lower attachment of my sleeping bag, I pull myself further down, pushing Moni further up. As her ass gets to the level of my mouth, I start licking along the crack. She hooks her legs under my arms, keeping my mouth against her ass. But again, she is not in charge. I call the shots. So, I push her right leg away, turning my shoulder in between her legs. This way I end up with clear access for my right hand to put two fingers in her pussy. A quick suck in my mouth for salivation and I push my index finger up her ass. With most of my right hand inside her, I start to pump, push and pull, while she's moaning and trying to stay in place. The lack of gravity is making this harder, but my left elbow is keeping her left leg locked down. I'm reaching up with my still free left hand to grope her tits again. This pushes her fully over the edge, the gag keeping her remarkably quiet.

As soon as I feel her climax, I pinch her tit again, and I bite hard in her buttock. I can feel her shudder from the pain, and the pleasure, which pushes me over my edge. My orgasm is quiet, I stiffen up, but I feel it in every neuron of my body. Finally, I also come down from my height, carefully kissing Moni on the bitemark in her buttcheek. There is no blood, but it will be sore for her... Luckily she won't have to sit on that bottom in space.

I pull her down, turning her to face me. While I tenderly pull the shirt from her mouth, I whisper: "Thank you for trusting me. You don't know how much it means to me, to find someone who can handle what I need to give." And with that, I give her a deep, passionate kiss, which she returns with an eagerness that surprises me. I will keep and protect this delicate, sweet, lovely, little being.

/Gods/

Aren't we lucky? We could witness this through this ferocious woman's mind, with only little effort to steer or prod her. What's even better: we also felt what the other woman felt.

/Moni/

Gods, I've been offered to a dragoness! I've asked for a bit of human comfort, and have been eaten alive by that fury, burned to a crisp. But I loved every second of it. Two mindshattering orgasms in twenty minutes, after years of other priorities, of study, of dreaming from afar. I can still feel the dull throbbing pain in my nipples, the burning in my buttock, the bruises, and the deep satisfaction of giving Dee all her carnal desires. It's weird, unprofessional, and frankly immoral, but I would gladly step back into her grasp, even if it would lead to permanent marks on my body. I must be going completely mad, but it feels entirely fulfilling.

/Gods/

The strength of human desires and passions is great! Just remembering what they felt, makes this play all the more valuable. But it was a really easy game. Probably the males will be harder to turn?