I don't know what came out of Milla's third nipple, but it gave me the best buzz I'd ever had. I slept soundly that night, had some really vivid erotic dreams, and woke up rested, refreshed, and craving more.
"Hey, Sexy," Artemis' voice resonated in my brain, "Have you got to pee really bad or are you just happy to see me?" The ship's AI's sexy avatar appeared in the corner of my visual field as if she were peeking her naked shoulders around a shower door. Cute.
"Um... could be both?" My bladder felt full and insistent, but I was also as hard as fuck and still warm and fuzzy with sleep and the waking edge of a naughty dream. The thought of virtually plowing my cock into Artemis and fucking the smug right out of her was more than a little tempting.
"Facilities are to your right," Artemis' sultry voice directed.
"Thanks, Love." I stuck my tongue out in her general direction as I unwrapped myself from the hammock. I launched myself towards the hatch with at least a semblance of grace. Artemis swam into the top left quadrant of my visual field as I did, posed and composed in what seemed her default naked lotus.
"Doc says you're free," Artemis said.
"What's that mean," I asked.
"She says you're clear to inseminate anybody; any body. Even no body. Like me. So, when're you and I gonna fuck, sexy?"
"Clear my schedule for the afternoon," I joked.
"Done," Artemis smirked at me.
I slipped into the water closet and had some difficulty getting the siphon on around my hardon. Before i could get the hang of it, Artemis stepped in virtually.
"Here, let me help you with that." She smiled as her avatar reached for my equipment. Suddenly the siphon took control and snugged itself neatly around my cock and balls.
"You did that." I said accusingly.
"I did," Artemis smirked.
"Right," I remembered, "All ship systems."
"Mm.-hmm," she confirmed as i finally got my urethra to agree to void my bladder despite my condition.
"So, every time I pee, you're holding my dick," I said.
"Well, I usually let a subroutine handle it - so to speak," she giggled, "but you've got my full attention right now." She flashed me a naughty grin and I felt the siphon give my cock and balls a swirling little caress and then a more than usually long wipe after the sanitary gel cycled.
"Uh, thanks, I guess, yeah?"
"My pleasure." She gave me a wink as the siphon retracted. I suddenly felt anxious in advance about the next time I had to do number two but said nothing to Artemis. No need to encourage her.
"Message from the Doc: Report to med bay before breakfast, please."
"Okay, on my way now," I said, tucking my gear back into my ship suit.
I pushed off and floated through the halls. Artemis gave a wave before fading discretely from my vision. I figured she was still keeping tabs on me, but at least she was being discreet about it.
Doctor M'Raatha was busy at a workstation when I arrived, and she had the lab under gravity. I reoriented myself and stepped in carefully. She had a warm smile for me when she looked up. "Aelyn. Thanks for coming."
"Thanks for the help, Milla," I joked, nodding at what looked to be a beaker of my recently donated semen snapped into an analyzer unit.
"Well, there's plenty more where that came from."
"I don't know," I said, remembering how drained my balls felt when Milla had finished with them the day before.
"Keep hydrated, Here." Milla pulled a drink pouch out of a refrigerator unit and handed it to me. "Now, clothes off please."
"You, too," I ventured hopefully, feeling eager for another round.
"Later," she promised. "Now exam, doses, and a new experiment. Hanni."
'Hanni', a tall, shapely Delian in a medical scrub onesie appeared in the far hatchway as I was stepping out of my ship suit. She gave me an approving look down and up and smiled, "Hello, Commander. Nice to meet you. She strode forward and offered her hand. Lieutenant Hanni," She said, "But I hope you'll call me Sara."
"Nice to meet you, Sara." She smiled at that and brushed a stray lock of silver hair from across her eye. The motion brought my attention to her neckline. A swirl of dark purplish leopard spots wound from behind her ear and plunged down the side of her throat.
Her skin was otherwise flawlessly smooth and only slightly paler than my own. A career spacer, then. Most planet-side Delians ranged more towards albino or silver skin tones.
Artemis chose that moment to slide a hand into the corner of my vision, clutching a file icon. She slipped the file onto my desktop and gave it an insistent tap with one perfectly manicured virtual fingernail. It was a portfolio on Delian sexual anatomy and practices. I thought about taking a quick peek but decided to hold out for a little discovery learning instead.
"Still, be still" Milla said, pressing a hypo to my right buttock and activating it. It felt tingly and cold for just a moment. "Spread," she commanded. "Spread feet," she corrected when I first made to grab my buttock. Sara giggled.
"Hold this up, please," Milla instructed, lifting my boner and balls gently in the palm of one hand. Sara beat me to it. Milla said nothing so maybe the instruction had been meant for her in the first place. Sara's fingers were cool and gentle. She caught my eye and gave me a little squeeze and a corner of a guilty smile.
Milla took a small blue cylinder from a nearby tray and manipulated it briefly before dispensing a measured blob of faintly lavender-colored topical cream onto her fingertips. This she rubbed vigorously into my taint. It went on cool and pasty but soon turned warm and gooey as Milla massaged it into the skin of my perineum. My cock twitched as she did and Sara, feeling me buck in her hand, gave me a naughty wink.
