The Magnitude(1): Meet the Grovian

Keena and I had enrolled in the academy in the same intake, then spent every waking hour together, or so it felt like.

Training in zero G, ship repair, battle scenarios, star navigation--everything two up-and-coming recruits needed to carry the Concordia flag into the universe.

Not every hour, of course, as male and female recruits were still kept apart at night, even in this day and age, to reduce "distractions,"  although we had both found time for plenty of "distractions."

We rushed into the ship's transport, laughing with a rush of excitement and anticipation now that we'd finally been assigned to a ship. And not just any ship but the Magnitude, the fleet's flagship, and not only that, but we'd actually been posted together!

"Do you know this ship has a hologram simulator?" She said enthusiastically. "And a zero G court, and the best reformers in the fleet?"

I did, of course; who didn't? The reformers meant that we'd eat like The Emperor the way it could reconstitute rations.

"Hey, you know what the newbies use the zero G for?" I enquired.  "And the holo SIM, actually."

I smiled as her face scrunched up in mock disgust. Lords, but her face was pretty.

Way back when, her forebears would have hailed from somewhere called the Middle East, and she had retained the features of her people even after all these centuries of interbreeding.

She had a dark complexion, soft black wavy hair, and a slightly curved nose that gave her an air of beauty and grace.

Her thick black eyebrows closed in an admonishing glare, and her dark, full lips set in a pout.

"There won't be time for any of that, don't you think?"

So she did know about the rumors of the sexual games that were played on the ships.

"We found time for it a few times in training," I reminded her slyly.

"We certainly did Rocket Man!"  She laughed at the use of the stupid nickname she had given me immediately after seeing my penis for the first time. "Hey, have you heard there's a Grovian on the ship?"

The Grovian were renowned for their unquenchable curiosity for the human sexual experience.

And let's say they were unnervingly evolved to enhance any coupling that they were granted permission to join with.

"Oh, lords, yes! Can you imagine what it would be like? Like, can it be even better than it's already been? Imagine that?" She exclaimed.

I had been imagining that, and I'd vowed to take any chance to test that imagination if it presented itself.

As the week's orientation went by I realised it had been the longest apart we'd been for months.

I missed her.

I missed her amber eyes locked in mine; I missed the feel of her warm brown skin, the curves of her well-toned shoulders, the firm slopes of her hips down to her firm round ass, and the smallish mounds of her breasts topped by the prettiest darkest nipples.

I missed her laugh, her teasing, and her playful flirting.

But most of all, I missed the feeling of her warm, wet lips around my cock.

I'd left a message at her station to meet me down at the Zero G court to play a couple of rounds of Zball.

And who knows, maybe we'd play a few rounds of some other games!

She came jogging up right on time.

"Hey Beems! How have you been?" she yelled as she threw her arms around me.

"Miss me?"

We chatted and exchanged news as we approached the court.

The green and amber lights at the door signified it was occupied, but not at capacity, so we entered the gravity lock, already wearing our Zball kit, fleet colors, red shorts, a white jersey with the red slash from corner to corner, long white socks, and elbow pads.

Her jet black hair was tied back in a ponytail, her face alive with excitement; she was gorgeous.

Someone had described her as a "Persian beauty," although I wasn't really sure what that meant. She was physically fit, as all recruits had to be; her whole body was toned and as powerful as a coiled spring.

I had put on a few pounds of muscle myself through training at the academy and felt like now, in my 21st cycle, I'd really filled in my man shape.

Broad shoulders and a muscled chest, strong thighs, and a square chin. Of mostly 'European' heritage, although that meant nothing to anyone any more, I held an olive collection of blonde hair but dark eyebrows.

Keena had said they'd end up using me on recruitment holos.

We entered the high-walled box of the court and immediately floated up off the floor laughing like fools.

The lights had indicated the court was occupied, but I saw no one.

"I've waited to get some time with you for an eternity," I said as we gently crashed together in midair.

"Me too, Beems; I've been thinking about you a lot."

"Any particular part of me?" I asked cheekily.

She smiled coyly but suddenly started.

"Look up there," she suddenly pointed over my shoulder. "Is that...that's the Grovian?"

Oh Lords! it was

The gelatinous beings were known to relax in the zero G simulation of their home gravity.

Curious, genderless beings, they'd forgone the task of learning to communicate verbally, but we're incredibly tactile.

Evolving in the void of space, they existed as a shapeless mass, able to change and manipulate their form at will.

They had the ability to fashion extruding tentacles from their main mass that they'd use to explore any surface or person.

They were able to transfer low-level empathic feelings from their tips to the recipient to let them know it's mood and influence the mood of others.

"Oh Beems! Are you thinking what I am?"

She asked redundantly, knowing full well I was. "Should we try?"

Rumor was that if in the proximity of mating humans, the Grovians would be overcome with curiosity.

Apparently they felt the energies of our passion, and it was like an olden day addictive to them.

And in return, they would empathically enhance and participate in your lovemaking.

"Oh Lords, yeah!" I cried, already reaching down to remove my shorts.

"Slow it down, Rocket," she chided playfully. "Slow it down; the more passionate and sensual, the more likely they'll interact."

I grabbed her hand and twirled her weightlessly in a spin, stopping her by wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her ass back into my crotch, pushing my already hard bulge into her buttocks.

I stroked her face and slowly kissed and nibbled at her neck and ears--something I'd learned really turned her on.

My hands slid down and cupped her pert round breasts through her shirt, quickly dropping them, then making their way back up underneath her top.

We hung in the air as, first her shirt, then mine, then our shorts, all floated away from us as we undressed each other.

Soon I was completely naked, as was she, but she still wore her Zball socks pulled up over her knees.

The white material contrasted the dark skin of her smooth, firm thighs, somehow making her sexier and more erotic than if she had been completely nude.

I tugged under her arms, and she shot upwards effortlessly in the zero gravity, her momentum only stopping when I caught her hips at mouth height.

Her legs rose up over my shoulders, and I buried my head in-between, deep in her sweet, lasered bald pussy, my tongue immediately splitting her lips apart as I tasted her wetness.

She groaned longingly and grabbed at the back of my head, pulling it even deeper into her, forcing me to suck and lick at her clitoris, her hips bucking rhythmically against my face.

I noticed small droplets forming around her labia; small balls of her wetness were forming and floating away in the zero gravity. I stopped and tried catching one in my mouth.

She giggled at this, her face already starting to flush with the beginnings of her first orgasm.

She latched onto my shoulder and used the leverage to spin around upside down so we were inversely face to face.

She kissed me gently, then began kissing down my neck, down onto my chest as she crawled up or down my body?

I wasn't sure anymore, kissing and softly biting the firm flesh of my torso.

We had started to spin gradually, gracefully, and serenely in the void.

Her dark, deep brown nipples passed my face, and I didn't even try to resist the urge to take one in my mouth, but too soon she carried on her journey down so that her taut abs and the mound of her pussy were soon in reach again.

She had kissed and stroked her way past my own abs and had pressed her face to my fleshy penis.

I felt the tickle of her tongue exploring my shaft, her breath warming my balls.

Then all of a sudden the heat of her mouth enveloped me whole, and she took me fully inside.

That first surge of sensation was the best, maybe my favorite part of sex, and I reburied my head into her again. Her shorter stature brought her dark brown asshole in reach, so I licked her there gratefully.

My hands ran up and down her back as if she were a huge extension of my manhood, and I was masterbating her, both our bodies gyrating with pleasure.

I pushed down on her ass, and she simultaneously pushed off my knees, maneuvering like supply ships docking in deep space. We joined in an explosion of sensation in a floating doggy position.

The sight of my dick disappearing in and out under dark chestnut brown cheeks was electric.

Her hair had begun to unravel from her ponytail and floated aimlessly as if underwater, her arms stretched to the side. She had given over to pleasure, and it was not long before another powerful orgasm gripped her body, making her pulse and contract into a fetal position.

I took the opportunity to spin her around, face up in what turned out to be a very pleasurable sensation for me.

I curiously gave her another full spin for good measure.

That brought us face to face, so I kissed her deeply.

A wild sensation of pure orgasmic force suddenly ran up my spine and took my breath away.

I felt the soft coiling of something wrap my ankle, at the same time seeing a tendril of light blue tubular flesh slowly wrap around her shoulders from behind, across her neck, and up to caress her face.

The Grovian had decided to join us.

The blue shimmer of it's full bulky, formless mass couldn't be seen, but it was sending soft light flashes down the length of its appendages, conveying to me an overwhelming sense of desire and ecstatic sexual pleasure.

It was obviously doing the same for Keena, judging by the contractions of her vagina around my thrusting member, the squeals of delight, and the way that the grips of indulgence were contorting her face.

Another tendril, the thickish blue Grovian investigators, wrapped her torso and seemed to melt, spreading out to envelop one breast, making it look like she was covered in a translucent blue film, twinkling prettily.

I felt them explore my back, snaking lazily around us, never threatening but deeply intimate.

I felt the pressure of her vaginal walls grow even firmer and then realized, by the way the sensation crept further up my shaft, that the alien had pushed a probing snake into her tightest hole, pushing deep inside her ass.

It was said the Grovians innate empathic senses would never do anything you weren't comfortable with happening, and by her widening eyes and her perfectly round O-shaped mouth of surprised delight, I felt sure that was true.

The original tendril had slowly swirled up my thigh, settling and spreading out in the same melting fashion, as I'd seen it use on Keena's body, over my perineum and asshole, delivering shocks of joy through my most private areas.

Kinky little globulos space alien, I thought crazily.

The exploratory arm had covered my balls, and on an out stroke it pulled my penis free and enveloped it fully, making it considerably thicker, longer, and illuminated blue.

When I said the first warm embrace of a blowjob was my favorite, it was because I'd never felt this.

The rush of sensation that emanated from my groin spread through my entire being, and before I'd known what was happening, I was again pushing at her opening, separating her lips gradually as my new enlarged cock was accepted back inside her.

The wail of pure bliss that roared from Keena was primal, the enlarged tool filling her like nothing she'd felt before, all the while delivering jolts of pure rapture through to her very soul.

had no idea how long we fucked like this. None. But I doubt it was long. One couldn't survive long in this state.

I was a being of pure orgasmic pleasure.

I felt like I was constantly ejaculating, the gratification of shooting the first spurt of cum, but on every thrust, never actually being released from the joy of it.

Keena's hands were on her head, fists bunching in clumps of hair, her defined ab muscles constantly contracting and releasing.

Her face, if one didn't know, looked in pain as she struggled to contain what was welling up inside.

I was shoved off and out of her as a jet of her fluid flowed from her pussy, globes of all sizes made from her squirting juices formed and wobbled in the air. I'd not seen her do that before!

Simultaneously, the being released its hold of my genitals, and I immediately let go of thick spurts of milky white cum that rolled up and over Keena's body. Pump after pump, I orgasmed in complete absence of my senses, letting go a howl of deep satisfaction.

The Grovian withdrew its tendrils, and I noticed it flinging them around us to catch and absorb our bodily fluids from the air.

Freaky little guy, I thought mindlessly.

Keena reached out to me and pulled us together, burying her face in my chest, where we floated serenely for the longest time.

The AI-controlled currents gently tugged us downwards to the exit hatch, as it was programmed to do if it detected no motion for a period of time.

We softly bumped to the ground, waking us from our daze, still only a pair of socks on between us.

Lords, we know what happened to our clothes.

Deep in the past, nudity, especially postcoital, would have been a no, no, a source of shame.

No one in the Concordia felt that way anymore, so we stumbled out of the court as we were, red-faced and sweating, and immediately straight into the chest of the massive Captain of the Magnitude himself, Captain Nauton, coming the other way.

Seven feet of imposing mahogany, wide and strong, the very personification of the Concordia's strength.

"Ah, I see we've been to meet Keepum, have we?" He rumbled in his deep, commanding voice.

"Keepum?" I asked confused.

"The Grovian? I didn't think they had names."

"They don't; it's a nickname we have," the captain smiled."Keepum cumming!"

His laugh boomed through the corridors as he walked past us.

For the first time, I noticed the presence of Lieutenant Carvode, the blonde bridge officer in charge of internal security, behind him.

Surely they weren't on their way to meet Keepum?

"If you enjoyed that," the captain remarked over his shoulder, "then wait till you meet the Marlax."

We looked each other in the eyes in surprise as the captain's laugh faded away, then burst into laughter ourselves.

"Buckle up, Rocket Man," she cackled. "The universe has a lot to show us!"