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Three months.
It had been three months since I’d seen anything other than endless space. I was tired— no, I was anxious. I wanted to walk on solid ground, feel the wind on my face, and just see daylight again.
Most days I rotted away in my quarters, occasionally forcing myself to exercise or do maintenance. The only reason I bothered was SPACEBOY. He’d been so kind, but his constant cheerfulness was starting to grate on me. It only made me want to seclude myself even more. The last thing I needed was to snap at him out of sheer frustration.
Tonight was like most nights. I lay in my shorts, eyes fixed on the weird stain in the top right corner of my bedroom. How did it get there? Was there a leak? Maybe it was mold— something that would slowly infect me and murder the rest of the crew.
Oh yeah… I’d already lost my crew.
When the intrusive thought of SPACEBOY leaving crept into my mind, I forced myself out of my isolation to hunt for a midnight snack. It would probably be another bowl of those good berries—the ones from the house plant an old friend had left us. That stubborn little plant was the only thing keeping me from starving to death.
As I fetched the finest of interstellar china -A paper plate- I caught the reflection of myself in one of the few magic items left behind by my former crew.
Resting on a shelf was an ornate plate. It shimmered as if it was made of sapphire, its border checked pattern of braided metals and white oak. In comparison to my paper plate, it was practically fine china. -The real stuff this time-
I remember when we got it from that water world from some time ago, but I couldn't remember what it did. All I know is that these berries deserved an equally elegant throne before unceremoniously staining my bedsheets as I made my way back to my bunk.
Placing the ornate plate with the collection of iridescent orange and blue fruits, I rooted through my things looking to find entertainment that would be befitting of this more than beautiful meal.
The best thing I could find was the dvd collection of Rockstar Hero, normally not something I'd rewatch but being as it has been, maybe some old memories would cheer me up.
I decided to start from the beginning, the pilot episode of Rockstar Hero, my first jump into what became some of the best years of my career. Hours passed as I binged episode after episode.
Then there she was: my co-star, Ayesha.
This was one of the hardest episodes to film that season. The main issues had been time frames and studio execs, but for me it was all her.
It was her introduction to the series. She was meant to be the hot new girl on the block who challenged Ricky Star to a race, only to lose and then punch his lights out. Just reminiscing about that day still got me hard. I still refused to believe she hadn’t meant to do it.
The script was simple: punch Ricky, then end credits. But no— she went the extra mile. She pulled me up by the scruff of my jacket and promised my character a future race. Even after the cameras stopped rolling, she kept holding onto me, her antennae tapping gently at my temples while I got lost in her eyes.
It was like staring into the endless vacuum of space, the twinkle of distant stars scattered across a cool night sky. Her voice, deeper than expected, promised to see me again… I felt myself melt in her hands.
It feels pathetic as I jerked off to the memory, but the way she left me frustrated wasn’t fair. I shouldn’t be this pent up. I should never have been left out here. I should be back home. Hell, I should be with her.
I felt the strain of dry skin on skin as I started really working it, spitting into my hand to keep things lubed while I pleasured myself to a paused image of Ayesha on her bike. The wardrobe department had no right trying to fit her figure into such tights.
I bent forward as I stroked faster, one hand stretched out to support myself against the built-in desk and monitor. The glow of the screen had dimmed, the image frozen, but below me the cool blue light reflected off the ornate plate.
I started searching my mind frantically for every memory of her, the memory of my hands gliding against her curves, the heat of her breath and the pinch of painful pleasure that would rise from me as she bit into my collar bone.
My chest heaved as I exerted myself. My eyes felt puffy as if tears were just a breath away, but I needed to finish, I needed to remember why I'm still out here. The thought of seeing her again made me bite my hand as I felt myself grow closer to climax.
Then I felt cold. My inner thigh and hip felt wet, and I winced from a flash of light from below. Swelling upwards was a collection of light and water, dancing and weaving into shape. My mind was numb from the pleasure and confused to what amorphous shape was before me, then it began to take form.
The columns of water braided into the upper bust of something feminine, then its face rippled into a plume of hair and a long rigged brow akin to a hammerhead. Shells and beads flowed into place mimicking jewelry, and the smell of seawater permeated the confines of my room.
The shape was finally familiar: the goddess of the sea world, the one who gave me the very plate that I now indirectly jerk off into.
Resting on her knees was Varis, her hands over one another as she held her chest, her eyes opening and widening into sea saucers as she stared into me.
“Why Benjamin McCarthy It's been so long since-” she hesitated as I finished, my cock spat the months of pent up depravity. Ropes of hot cum streaked over her cheek and lower lip. She staggered, gingerly grazing her face with her hand, the accidental facial stretched and ran between her mouth and her long spider-like fingers.
Her eyes fixated onto my own, saucers dilating and re-dilating into pin pricks. I felt my heart skip half a dozen beats as her hesitation righted me upwards, post nut clarity crashing into me like a train of fear and embarrassment.
I wanted to speak but I felt bile rise in my throat. I tried backing away but was only met with the texture of cool metal against my spine, causing me to freeze up in overstimulation.
Looking back I watched the Goddess slowly but methodically rising to her feet, her limbs jerking into position as she studied the mess I made of myself- and onto her.
“I-I am so sorry” I said, choking down the rush of emotions as I finally found my voice.
The beads of her eyes darted back to me. It felt like a knife driving into me as she stepped slowly forward. With a surprisingly long and swift stride she crouched over me, her knee pressing into the wall behind me, the other pushing up against my pelvis, my length just as conflicted by the situation as I was.
Her face came mere inches from mine, the darkness of the room slowly illuminated by the speckled pattern of bioluminescent freckles that ran the length of her figure.
“Benjamin, you have been away without a word for so long and when you finally call upon me, it is to give me… This.” She rubbed her thumb and forefinger in study.
“I never meant to, I was just- I didn't know,” I tried finding the right words, I wasn't expecting this, to have anyone else aboard, to feel so close to someone, but to feel so vulnerable.
My stomach turned with a mix of guilt and anger. I raised a hand to try and put space between us. I was met with her already jumping back, her feet and offhand planted like a wild animal, the other clutched to her chest.
“How long has it been Benjamin, since you last saw your mate?”
I squinted as to what she meant, then as to how she even knew, and as if she knew my exact thought she placed her non-dominant hand against the still image of Ayesha before the computer faded to black due to inactivity, leaving the room an empty void only filled by the small dots of light that built her silhouette.
“Shes- not my mate”
“Was this not an effort caused by her?” Even while in the dark I can envision her flexing her scum covered hand.
“I’m- No, I'm not sorry, I've been having a pretty shitty few days, hell the last few months, all I wanted to do was have a snack and relax a little. I just so happened to find myself staring at a very attractive woman, and since I'm pretty much stuck aboard this ship I might as well enjoy it.”
I was met with the glow of her form dimming, and as slowly as it did I could feel the pit in my stomach grow heavier.
“Wait, I'm sorry, I just needed to- I've just been so pent up in here…” I was met with only silence as I slowly scooched myself to the end of the bed, reaching for the plate below me and moving to my nightstand.
“I can feel your pain”
“Really, you can ‘feel’ what I'm going through?” I couldn't help but bite my lip knowing now is not the time for humor.
“Its been almost a session since you all left, and it's been centuries since my beginning"
“I, uh, guess you would understand this better than most.”
“I know what it's like to be forgotten."
“I should have called, we got busy stopping gods, losing crew, now its just me and SPACEBOY”
“Youve been helping people, haven't you? Worrying about others instead of taking time for yourself...” I could feel her voice at the base of my back, soon followed by her hands tracing my hips and stopping around my pelvis. By now my shorts have been pulled back to keep myself decent.
“I’ve… Been doing what I can. It's the others who really wanted to save the day. It's not like I've helped anyone.” Her hand shot up as I spoke, reaching up from beneath my armpit, grasping at the sides of my face, gently, but with purpose.
“You saved me, Mr. McCarthy, and seeing you like this fills me with the need to help you.” Her other hand snaked downward, slipping under the shorts and running the length of my shaft.
For a moment, I felt like I needed to protest. I didn't deserve this, I didn't need her pity, but as the hand that palmed my face lowered, the sensation of her clawed fingers dragging along my neck and collar bone made me fall deeper into her arms.
“You really don't have to, I can go a bit without-” I sucked in a sharp breath as her other hand wrapped around my member. Her hands, already lubricated, moved effortlessly down and back up again, the tip of the nail dancing along it, making my body seize in pleasure.
I reached down, placing a hand on her forearm but not truly grabbing it. I wanted to stop, to take a moment to recover from the crazed turn of events, but I didn't want to, the way her thumb pulled back on the loose skin was intoxicating.
“Why do you hesitate to stop me? Why don't you say what you want?” Her mouth grazed the back of my neck, her face nuzzled into it allowing herself to grow closer to me.
I couldn't answer. All I wanted to do was look at her, see the woman unburdening me from my pent up filth, her eyes pulsating in rings of black and blue; it was hypnotising. Like an anglerfish luring in its prey- No, like a siren, making me want this, as if I always wanted it, and how deep inside of my perversion, I wanted to beg for it.
How badly I wanted to kiss her, but before my lips could graze against hers, she pulled away, revolving around me and causing me to spin only to be pushed downwards against the bed with her on top of me, the same hand now leaving me, only to trace along the outer fabric of my shorts.
“You summon a Goddess upon her altar and stand slack jawed at the precipice of relief, how you could be given the gift of pleasure and yet you hesitate.” Her other hand was firm against my chest, and her face just a touch away from mine.
“What do you want me to say?” I whimpered.
“I want you to ask, to beg, to need me. I want you to spend wakeless nights aching for the blessing of my touch. I want you to Worship Me.” Her voice oozed with sickening pleasure.
Quietly, and with a shaky voice I tried to plead with her, but she already knew I would. She robbed me of my words with the taste of salt and sweat as her tongue interlocked with my own, robbing me of breath, and filling my mind with sick pleasure.
I felt tears well in my eyes, tears of anger for how shallow I must look, tears of relief to no longer feel so alone. All I could do was take her face into mine and hold my breath.
We laid there for what felt like ever, her hands gripping at my hair and neck, mine holding onto her wrist and another resting against her dirtied cheek. Finally she graced me with a chance to breathe as her tongue slid out of my throat.
As I gasped for air she only continued, creeping down my body, her hands pressed against me, fingers dragging down into the grooves of my ribs. The way she hesitated as she touched my malnourished body woke me slightly from my lustful haze.
Looking at her she seemed taken aback by how I have become, the way her hands came down lighter, softer as if I was delicate.
“Why did you stop?” I sat up as she seemed conflicted with the idea of continuing.
“What happened to you, Benjamin?” her voice was like a whisper, as if she didn't want the answer.
“Its a long story, but I'm not in the mood to tell stories." I reached forward, pulling her closer to me, setting her onto my lap.
I traced her body with my hands, reaching up under her ragged clothes and helping her free from it.
Her arms naturally fell around my shoulders, giving me ample area to bite her chest. My teeth left soft pinches around her small breasts, my hands pressed firm as they reached around her, feeling the thin skin that stretched over her spine, my wandering hands only made her breath grow more erratic.
She began rolling her hips against mine, her soaked garments dampening my own further. Her hands moved to my head, fingers working quickly to undo the knotted bun and let my hair fall freely around us.
The familiarity of this dance returned to me. My hands moved with practiced ease—one sliding to her side to guide her down as I laid her back with me, the other trailing lower, past her stomach, until I reached the slick, drenched fabric that seemed unfitting for a goddess.
My fingers found her heat, the folds familiar despite everything. As I spread them to pleasure her, something caught against the pad of my middle finger. I flexed instinctively, giving a light squeeze. Varis jolted violently, her back arching sharply. I was startled, but she immediately pulled me back down against her. Her breath came in heavy pants as she gasped: “Don’t— not yet… I’m not ready to finish.”
Now I understood exactly what I held in my hand. The realization that I could so easily make her beg only fueled my desire to push her further.
I toyed with her, twirling and gently pinching the twin tendrils that served as her clits. They writhed and pulsed under my touch. The more I played, the more she squirmed beneath me—one hand fisting the bedsheets, the other tangled in her own hair. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, desperate bursts.
She begged me to slow down, voice trembling as the overstimulation took hold.
It was almost funny, seeing this powerful being reduced to trembling need when moments ago she had been so dominant. But she had asked me to worship her, so I obeyed.
I peeled away the soaked wrappings that served as her shorts, revealing the rest of her nude form. Her sex was surprisingly similar to a human’s, save for the twin clits that had swollen beautifully from my earlier attention. Settling between her legs, I gave in to my lust. I cursed her folds with my tongue, biting gently at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before diving deeper. I worked my tongue in and out of her, swirling along her walls before returning to lavish attention on her throbbing tendrils. They seemed to move on their own, curling and guiding me as I sucked and licked.
Her moans grew louder, more frantic. On my third pass, she suddenly pulled me closer, locking my head in place with her thighs, her fingers gripping my scalp as she sat up slightly and rolled her hips desperately into my mouth. Her moans turned into choked yelps of ecstasy.
But I wasn’t ready to let her take control yet.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her back down, positioning myself over her once more. She looked so small beneath me now—her usual tall, intimidating presence replaced by a trembling, anxious form. Her body twitched as I manhandled her, but her eyes seemed fixed on me, as if she wanted this more than either of us expected.
“Hey, are you alright? I don't need to stop, do I?”
“Of-of course I'm alright, this is nothing! I can handle so much more than what you can provide,” She said, her breath shaky from the overexertion.
Feeling cocky, I kept her pinned in missionary, slowly gyrating my hips to drag my cock between her twin clits, teasing her with every deliberate glide. Her face twisted between frustration and growing need with each thrust, only for that need to intensify when I pulled away.
“Please…” She mumbled.
I pretended not to hear.
She begged again, her voice growing louder and more desperate. I rewarded her by letting the tip of my cock nudge against her entrance, nearly breaching her, only to slide back out. She growled in pure impatience.
“What’s wrong? I thought you could handle—”
The heel of her foot slammed into my face before I could finish.
I landed hard on my back. Before I could recover, the bed shifted under her weight. Varis loomed over me, her slick juices dripping onto my pelvis as she straddled me. She positioned herself above my erection, the tip bending slightly as she slowly lowered her weight, shifting her hips in search of the perfect angle.
“You know, if you wanted me to stop, you could have just said so,” I teased.
“Then I hope you keep that in mind while I enjoy myself, Mr. McCarthy,” she hissed. The edge in her voice made me wonder whether she was genuinely pissed or just delightfully dramatic.
After a few more adjustments, she finally aligned herself and sank down, taking about half of my length before freezing. A surprised squeak escaped her.
For a long moment, she simply rested there in that strained position, hands braced against my stomach, her nails digging in hard enough to break the skin.
Eventually, she began to move—rising and falling with shallow strokes, never quite taking me past the halfway mark. Her expression was adorably pathetic: her large tongue lolling from her mouth as she rocked back and forth, soft moans spilling from her with every motion.
I probably didn’t look much better. The way she felt around me was incredible—far better than another lonely night using my hand just to fall asleep faster. But I wanted to be fully present for every second of this. The hunger I felt for her was growing, and I needed more.
My hands found her hips, steadying her at first. When the moment felt right, I waited for her to rise once more, then pulled her down firmly onto my full length.
She gasped sharply, her body twitching as her nails raked across my arms and chest. Her eyes fluttered with a wild mix of lust, anger, and surprise.
A tattered smile slowly spread across her face as she began crawling up my body just enough to keep me buried inside her. Tilting her head, she brought her lips to my ear, her hot breath hissing against my skin.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Benjamin… Toying with a god’s lust as if you held any power.”
Her tongue traced my ear before serpentining down my neck. Soon she was lathering my chest with long, wet strokes, licking and biting at my skin as I thrust up into her, meeting every roll of her hips in a heated battle for dominance.
I quickened my pace, driving into her harder. All she could do was ride me, desperately trying to match my rhythm. My pelvis began to burn, and my breaths turned into short, ragged bursts. Varis, however, grew more giddy with every punishing impact, her body trembling as I seized control.
She raked her hands through her own hair, head falling back as ecstasy overtook her. Her lustful moans quickly turned into howling curses, then devolved into something far more primal—guttural, eldritch sounds that no longer resembled coherent speech.
My legs eventually gave out before I could reach my own climax. Varis responded instantly, slamming a heavy hand against my chest as she took full control. She rode me with savage intensity—long, rolling strokes interrupted by brutal slams of her hips against my pelvis.. It felt like she was trying to break me. Whether it was payback for my teasing or for ghosting her, I probably deserved it.
Her eyes glowed a vivid, electric blue, broken only by tiny black pupils at their center. For a fleeting moment, I wondered what she saw when she looked at me. What was it about me that made a god want to use me like this?
I couldn’t dwell on the thought for long. I was getting dangerously close. I reached up instinctively, wanting to pull her close and finish deep inside her, but she caught my wrists and pinned them down. She slowed her movements to a torturous crawl, her eyes widening with wicked delight as her smile grew.
“You’re being a brat, you know,” I chuckled.
“I see it as us being cut from the same cloth,” she purred. “Don’t you want this to last, Benjamin? Don’t you want this to be something you’ll remember?”
She rose, letting my length slowly leave her and freeing my throbbing cock, as she rose to her knees she dipped and swiveled her hips into my erection, playing with the tip of my dick to spite me, I wanted to sit up but she dug her heals into my balls as she leaned over me, not enough to really hurt me, but enough to stun me, her feet slid upwards, and gripped against me, palming and pressing into me, kneading my cock, keeping me from finishing.
She enjoyed every moment of it, resting her elbows against my chest, her small frame growing heavier, trapping me. She grinned wildly as moaned from the pent up lust being choked out of me, only to ignore when I needed it to release.
“Please, this is too much”
“Already done?” she said as she moved over me, her clits writhed and peeled from around the head of my member, soon her hands glided my length as if ready to pull me back in. Tapping her chin in thought, she moved backwards, resting herself over me, grinding her hips into my face as if finding the right spot, my vision was in black and blue, wet and hot and intoxicating.
I winced in pain as she grasped my dick, the firm squeeze was enough for me to pre-ejaculate, the small amount only dribbled down her palm. “Oh I'll pity you Benjamin"
I could feel her lapping up the scum and worked her way towards my tip, her lips met it with a kiss before her long tongue creeped from her wide maw—that thick, wide, serpentine muscle that coiled around my length like warm, wet silk. She twisted and spiraled around me before finally taking me into her mouth.
She only managed about a third of my length before pulling back, to what I thought was her struggling before a quiet comment about how ‘this was easier’ I couldn’t exactly feel bashful about my size right now as my mind was preoccupied.
With every slow and unfinished attempt to take me deeper, my impatience grew. I was only a breadth away from release. The thought of her gagging on me only made me want it more.
“I was really hoping you would have lasted longer, Benjamin. I should have expected from someone so—”
Her words were cut off as I thrust upward into her mouth, my hand shoving her down in tandem. Moving to grab her horns, I forced myself deeper, pushing and pulling her into myself with a sudden burst of strength, my other hand gripping her hips, I took her clits into my mouth and had my fill, the sound of her gagging and the twinge in her body made my body hot, making me want more.
Imagining her eyes water as I pushed her past her limit, how they must be rolling back in ecstasy as I used her throat. I wanted to finish, but I wanted to see it. Letting her go for a bit I repositioned myself, leaving her for a moment before rolling her onto her back and offering myself once again, less of an offer actually, more as a demand, as I slapped my cock against her, her face was that of surprise and exhaustion, she hesitated, but that long tong came for me once again her maw seemed more then delighted on letting me abuse this position.
I held her head in my hands, one hand gripping her thought and the other guiding her to better take my girth as I used her, her hands glided against her body as she attempted to grope herself, but forgot that the sensation of choking rendered her a twitching mess.
Finally, I came.
My legs buckled at what felt like a deluge erupted from me in long bursts. Varis could barely contain it, her whole body tightened as she sprayed her slick against the wall and bed.
Pulling out from her throat, my dick left her lips with thick stands of cum and bile, our filth spilled from her lips as she coughed and gagged from my abuse, she rolled to her side to catch her breath.
I collapsed forward and to her side from the experience, laying on my back I felt the ache of overuse, both her and I laid there for a while recoiling from the aftermath
With what little strength I had left, I reached for one of the cleaner shirts nearby and leaned over her, taking her face in one hand as gently wiped away the filth I force fed her, her eyes lazily drifted towards me, then along with my hand as I brushed away what was left. She looked utterly lost—eyes half-rolled back, murmuring incoherent words under her breath.
Laying her onto my bed properly, I step away looking to grab a water from the mess hall, a pair of dirty shorts and and t-shirt was all i could gather before making my way out of the room, I hesitated to look back unsure of what I would see, I lasered my focus and forced myself away, feeling tension build in the back of my mind as if the strings of what had just happened were pulling me back, wanting me to address it.
I needed water, I needed to breathe.
I started with drinking straight from the sink, splashing water against my face to wake up in a way, opening the fridge I was greeted with the sickly pale blue light that showed how little we had left.
Pulling me from the depressing scene was the sounds of light footsteps. Looking over I saw Varis walking along the wall, and stumbling over to join me, repeating my actions. She washed her face before leaning over the short fridge door that was previously hiding my nude lower body.
“You're starving Benjamin"
“We haven't gone shopping in a while, besides I'm fine, we have fruit”
“Its a shame I can't bring anything but myself through the mirror, I would have kept you all well fed”
“-that would have been nice”
“talking to you would have been nice”
“I've had a lot on my mind” I turned away, checking a cabinet so I did have to look at her, I could feel that puffy pain forming in my eyes again.
The fridge door closed behind me and Varis's hands pressed against my shoulder blades sending a shiver down my back, “Share your burden with me Benjamin” her voice a whisper at the base of my neck.
I hated this question, like a lot. How often SPACEBOY would bother me about the subject made me bitter at the question. A bit of me wanted to snap, a more sensible version of me wanted to finally speak, but all I did was cry.
I could feel the tears pour down my face, my jaw tight as if that would stave off the truth, in the dark I wanted her to know I was fine, I WAS fine. But the way she wrapped her arms around me made me want to crack.
I wanted to say something, but I had that bubble of air that crept up your throat, the kind of feeling when the second you open your mouth all you can do is cry, like ugly cry.
I wanted to let this out for so long but I did want to burden her with my baggage, I didn't want SPACEBOY to go through that weather. Hell, how do I do that, how do I tell them that I'm scared, that I desperately missed the people I thought were my friends, my actual actual friends, MY MOM!
Before I knew it I was already being pulled into her shoulder, my face squished in a thick bush of hair, it was wet, a natural dew that was unbothered by my tears.
My breath hitched as I finally let it all out of me, my knees were weak and I was brought down gently by her surprising strength, I was kept close, coddled in her embrace.
In this moment I couldn't even think about what we were early, all I knew is that she gave me the freedom to vent my frustrations, she let me babble like a god dame baby until there were no more tears to give, I was just a mumbling mess finally finding the words to express how I really felt, how alone I've made myself, even though being left alone was my greatest fear, it was choice that made me feel in control, to feel safe.
We talked longer after that, swiftly hiding behind the Fridge door as SPACEBOY made his rounds, we did our best to make him come back later with the promise on hanging out, or at least I tried, Varis was quietly and absent minded grinding herself into me, the hot wet of both are nude bodies made me realize I wasn't as tired as I thought.
But I couldn't keep my friend waiting. We dressed, Varis stealing a few articles of clothing including some underwear, but we talked. Varis pushed me to open up about how scared I was, but PACEBOY was understanding
SPACEBOY ended our night with a ‘quick’ run of a game he's been reading up on. But if a seasoned adventurer can find a 3 hour long session of Babes and Battle droids tiring, you can only imagine how my body felt as I finally fell into the comfort of my bed, my body was a hot mess, my bed reflected it, wet spots here and there, all caused by probably a half a dozen different ways, I could only stare up at my calling, my eyes meeting the wet spot I may have to call a friend, it's strange tho.
-I don't remember the stain being that large.