2 comments/ 26894 views/ 0 favorites Babylon 5 By: TexWiller John Sheridan sat behind his desk in his office. He was a tall man in a dark blue suit. The commander of the Space Station known as Babylon Five. He was a busy man with a lot of work ahead of him. It took a special kind of person to command a place like Babylon Five. The people of Earth felt like John Sheridan was the right man for the job. He attained this position after the departure of Sinclair. Sinclair was a war hero like Sheridan himself. He was once the leader of the Rangers, the legendary explorers of space. Recently, Sinclair had gone to the planet Minbar as the Earth's ambassador to the Minbari people. Sinclair was perhaps the only human being in the universe whom the Minbari people trusted. There was still a lot of controversy concerning John Sheridan's appointment as the chief on the Station. Many people, both human and alien, had misgivings about him. John Sheridan tried to shoulder his responsiblity... it was not easy. Babylon Five was a very strange place. A gigantic space station shared by many beings from across the galaxy. Aliens and humans living together. They were brought together by trade, commerce and exploration. Babylon Five was the planet Earth's last best hope for peace after the war that opposed the humans of Earth with the humanoids of the planet Minbar. The Minbari were a technologically advanced humanoid species. They had surrendered to the people of Earth after a decade of war in deep space. Now, the Minbari and the humans were trying to cooperate in the interests of peace. That was the purpose of the Space Station known as Babylon Five. The humans did not get along with the many species of aliens that visited the Station. There were the war-like yet deeply spiritual Minbari. Also, the brutish Narn. The shrewd and treacherous Centauri. There were many other alien species. None of them were as mysterious as the Vorlons. The Vorlons were a strange race. One of the oldest of the sentient species in the galaxy. No one knew where they came from. Their technology was far better than anything possessed by any other race. Their knowledge of space far more advanced than that of any other race. The Vorlons were beings right out of the stuff of legend. One of them came to Babylon Five and became the ambassador of his people to the New Alliance. All of these beings as well as those they represented fell under the responsibility of John Sheridan. This was a very stressful job for any man to have. John Sheridan was a smart, capable man but he had his limits. He'd had the job of commander of the Station for a year and already it was taking its toll on him. John Sheridan was a very stressed out man. He needed to relax. Fortunately, he had...options. As he was in his office, going over some new security protocols, he heard a knock on his door. Someone strolled in. The man who entered the office was of average height, dark-haired, with light blue eyes and really pale white skin. He had a suspicious air about him and looked alert in his dark gray uniform. The man's name was Michael Garibaldi. He was Babylon Five's chief of security. A very suspicious man by nature. Garibaldi was a native of the human Colony of the Planet Mars. The humans of Mars were a strange lot. They did not seem to care for wide open spaces. They liked dark places. They did not fear confinement. They were sturdy, tough and resilient. They also seemed to hate the water, as well as cold temperatures. Old habits died hard. Garibaldi had served Sinclair as chief of security since the old days of Babylon Five. He'd had to adjust to having a new leader. Fortunately, John Sheridan and Michael Garibaldi got along quite well. Incredibly well, in fact. Still, Sheridan kept many things to himself, if you catch my drift. John Sheridan was a busy guy. Still, he always managed to take some time off from his busy schedule to spend some time with his friend. His 'friend' was none other than ambassador Delenn of the Minbari people. Delenn was a tall, attractive brunette with dark eyes and fair skin. She was also a human-Minbari hybrid, the result of a very slow transformation that had been prophesized in her people's legends since ancient times. John Sheridan was new to Babylon Five and Delenn was one of the first friends he made. She was pretty, but also smart and quite wise in the ways of the world. Many times, he sought her company because of that. They had become rather fond of each other. They kept their relationship secret, of course. Many people, the humans of Earth and the Minbari people among them, would not approve of a romantic relationship between the two of them. These were dangerous times but the two of them would not let these obstacles stop them. He had been in his office when he received a secret message on his comlink. He recognized it immediately. It was Delenn, telling him that she would meet him at one of their secret hiding spots. John Sheridan had found a small apartment-type place somewhere between the human quarters and the alien sector. He'd had it renovated and now spent much of his spare time down there. No one knew about this place. No one knew he spent time down there. He called it his "Fortress of Solitude." John Sheridan always had a thing for comic books. He waited in the apartment. Half an hour passed. Finally, he heard three discreet knocks on the door and opened it. He smiled. It was Delenn. His wonderful Delenn. "May I come in?" She asked. "Sure." He stepped aside and let her pass. John Sheridan looked at Delenn, and smiled. She returned his smile, and he shook his head almost imperceptibly. She was so lovely. He had never met anyone like her. Ever. "Hello, John." Delenn said. "Hello, my dear." He replied. He approached her and they embraced. Passionately. "It's been a week since I've seen you." He said. "Too long. Too long." Delenn embraced her lover desperately. "Forgive me, my love. I couldn't get away sooner." John held her face gently in his hands. Her big brown eyes stared at him. "Why?" He asked. "Politics." She replied. He didn't really care why she was detained. Or with who. All that mattered is that he was with her. They started to undress each other right then and there. John Sheridan admired Delenn's naked form. She was so...appealing. Delenn looked at John. He looked very handsome when he was naked. His broad shoulders, muscular build, strong arms and legs, not to mention his hairy chest. Minbari males didn't have chest hair. Delenn was fascinated by John's chest hair. It made him seem all the more primal, all the more virile. She wanted him. Now. Their naked bodies pressed against one another. He caressed her. She gently touched him. They kissed. They rolled around on the bed, laughing as they frolicked. John found himself on top of Delenn. She looked at him and smiled. "Make love to me, John." She said. "Yes, dear." He replied. He kissed her forehead, then gently kissed her throat. He caressed her firm breasts and licked them, pausing when he heard her throaty moan. He made his way down to her belly and finally down to her pelvis. He looked at her hairless mound. He gently reached with his hand and caressed it. Delenn closed her eyes. John buried his face between her legs. He started to lick her pussy. Delenn whimpered softly. He continued to eat her out, parting her pussy lips with his fingers and teasing her with his fingers and tongue. Delenn moaned softly. John licked and probed her gently, teasing and caressing for a long time. Delenn moaned in pleasure as he did what he was doing, and finally she screamed at the top of her lungs. Ecstatic. A great trembling overtook her body. John Sheridan held her in his arms until it passed. Delenn opened her eyes and looked at the man who had brought her such pleasures. John smiled at her. She looked lovingly at him, who had wanted nothing more than to please her. She wanted to please him too, to make him feel the same pleasures he brought her. He looked at her. She smiled at him and told him to relax and enjoy what she was gonna do to him. John lay on the bed and Delenn gently kissed him, all over. She watched the effect of her kisses and touch had on him. He was immediately very much aroused. She continued to kiss him and gently touch his chest, belly and groin. His body was enflamed with desire. Finally, her eyes focused on his groin. She took his erect penis in her hand. Gently, she stroked it. John groaned softly. She looked at him then. She saw a man she loved so much that there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. Nothing. She lowered her face in his lap. John watched her. Was she going to do what he thought she was going to do? Although they'd had sex a few times before, she'd never done that for him. He watched as she took his cock into her mouth. He groaned when he felt her warm mouth around his manhood. Delenn sucked his cock and licked at his ball sac. John moaned softly. He'd gotten such favors from other women before but never like this. Delenn was something else! She got him hard as a rock in a matter of seconds. She continued to suck him off. His hands gripped the sheets. She sucked him until he couldn't take it anymore. His cock begged for release. He warned her that he was about to come. "Do so." She said. John screamed in pleasure as his cock spat its juice. Delenn gulped it down. Not a single cumshot escaped from her. She licked and sucked him until he was drained. She looks at John as he sighs happily. She smiles at him. He looks at her. She can tell that he likes what she just did to him. He wants more. She licks his dick until it's hard as a rock, and then she climbs on top of him. He places those firm hands of his on her hips. She rests her hands on his shoulders for support. Slowly, she lowers herself onto him. She feels his hard cock underneath her. He can feel her moist pussy aching for him. He enters her with one firm thrust. She gasps when she feels him inside her. He savors the moment by thrusting into her with deep strokes. She wants more. He gives her more, going as far as he can. She moans, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He grips her hips harder and thrusts as hard as he can into her. She welcomes him, like the body welcomes the hand that soothes the ache or scratches the damnable itch. He grunts as he thrusts into her, she screams his name. She abandons herself to the passion he has awakened inside her. It's like riding a powerful wave. He too lets go and rides the wave of passion. They make love like they mean it, tenderly and roughly at the same time. The heat of their bodies smolders as they buck on the bed. Screams of passion fill the room. He is embedded deep inside her. She has welcomed him there. It's where he belongs. They are one. Their joined bodies are rocked by an intense wave of ecstacy as they achieve climax together. Their screams take on a whole new tune. It's never happened to them before. They collapse in each other's arms as the sensation reaches its peak, then winds down slowly. John Sheridan looks at Delenn. He doesn't know what to say. She doesn't either. Her sleek index finger presses against his thin lips, gently silencing him. There is nothing to say. They know now that everything they've ever wanted, they've got right here. All of it can be found in each other's company. They spend the rest of the night in each other's arms. Tomorrow, John Sheridan, Commander of the inter-galactic Space Station known as Babylon Five will resume his duties. Ambassador Delenn, the Chosen One of prophecy and the great representative of the Minbari people will also resume her duties. They are the best that their respective races have to offer. Yet those same races which they so proudly serve would frown upon their union. That is why they keep it secret. They hope, like all true lovers do, that someday, they will be able to be together and openly share their love without fear of reprisal by society. It's a distant day and they don't like to talk about it but it's what keeps them going. They're happy to have each other. It's enough. For now. Babylon Pt. 01 Chapter 01 "Have you ever fucked a temple whore?" "No. You see, we don't have that... in our time." "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." "Why? I mean, what's that like, with a temple whore?" "Well, you do have – what are they called? – Christians, do you?" "Oh, yes." "So you know this religious side of women, their zeal, their fanaticism? Now imagine a religion where fucking is praying. The spiritual passion and the carnal passion become one. And while you fuck them, you become their god. You are Jesus, you are Hercules, you are Osiris, you are Marduk, and you fuck this whore." So, there I was in this bar in Reno (where I was living at the time), listening to the crazy stories this guy was telling. He looked almost like a kid, but with eyes that could stare down a tiger in the jungle, and he was drinking whiskey like it was water. Now, you can meet all kind of people in bars, and certainly in Reno, but how many of them will tell you that they are thousands of years old, and reminisce about nights with Lucrezia Borgia? Well, there was this guy in Vegas, a couple of years ago. Right. But they are not many. All I'm saying is, you got to be careful with lunatics, so I just thought I better play along with it. And anyway, he was a hell of a talker. "You should try it one day." "I told you we don't have temple whores in our time." "You should try a different time, then." "You can't travel through time, can you?" "Of course you can." "Einstein says you can't." I'm sure he did. "What does he know." "Well, he came up with this relativity thing. Nature of time and space." "See, that's his problem." "What do you mean?" "You shouldn't read Einstein, you should read Hesiod." "Read what?" He gave me a look that made me feel three inches smaller. It obviously took him some time to overcome his contempt for the intellectual shallowness of this creature he found himself talking to. "He understood that Eros, like time and space, is a fundamental force of the universe. If you bring the three together, you can master them." "And how do you do that?" "Oh, it's all about rhythm and resonance, like Pythagoras, the old bastard, has said. The relations between your sexual rhythm, your heartbeat, and your breathing, must be natural numbers. This will build up resonance in the fibers of your soul, which, when strong enough, will open the gates of time." "That's really interesting. I didn't know that." I just couldn't think of anything else to say. "But if you travel back in time, doesn't that lead to paradoxical situations?" "No." He ordered one more round of drinks. "But what if I go back in time and kill my grandfather?" "Why would you want to kill your grandfather?" "I don't. The point is, well, if I do, accidentally, that would mean that my father will never be born, and that I will never be born, and then I can never travel back in time to kill my grandfather, which means I will be born, and can kill my grandfather –" "I get it. Don't worry. You don't travel back in time physically, only your soul is moving. You can observe and experience, not influence the events." "And that's how you had sex with a temple whore?" "No. I told you I was born 5000 years ago." "Yes, you said that. But you don't look like you are 5000 years old." "I know what you mean. I have seen Ramses in this museum." He was giggling in his glass, in an odd kind of way. "The last time I had seen him, he looked rather more impressive." "You look like you are 20 or so." "Oh, thank you. You see, if you master time, and Eros, on a far deeper level, of course, you no longer age. You win eternal youth, and eternal pleasures. That is your reward." "And how do you do that?" I asked. "You wouldn't understand", he said, slowly shaking his head. "Like Gilgamesh, the poor fellow." Chapter 02 That night, when I came home, my wife Judy was still up. She was watching Oprah on video. "Hey, Darling! Daddy is home." "Yes, there you are." I tried to think that her voice was loving and caring, but clearly it wasn't. If you need some advice from me on how to handle women: Drinking and coming home late will most likely piss them off. I shut the door behind me and started moving in her direction. The alcohol level in my blood was falling, but still high. "Darling! – Honey", I said, taking her hand, as if I was going to apologize. "Please, stand up." Irritated, she did so. "Come here." I lead her by the hand around the sofa. "Turn around." By now she had probably become suspicious, but I didn't give her time to think about it. "Bend over." I helped her to follow my instructions by gently pushing down her shoulders. "You are crazy", she said, laughing. But she stayed in position. I unbuttoned her jeans, reaching with my arms around her waist. On the TV, Oprah was talking with a psychologist about pregnant teenagers. I pulled down her jeans, and then her white panties. My hands felt the familiar flesh of her ass. Judy was 34. Her ass had grown in size, but not lost shape. I spread her cheeks apart and looked at her asshole. "Are you enjoying yourself?" "Just wait, Honey." I managed to get out my cock, which felt like it desperately wanted to grow beyond it's size. I brought it closer to my wife's pussy, this warm and trusted hole, which now seemed to be waiting for me quite eagerly. Slowly I let my cock slide in. And at that moment, my mind began to drift away. I saw Oprah's face on the TV, but I no longer heard her voice. Instead I heard this guy from the bar: "It's the rhythm... your heartbeat..." I could actually feel my own heart beating, and without even wanting to, or knowing how to do it, I adjusted the rhythm in which I was breathing, and then the rhythm in which I fucked my wife. Strange things happened. The subconscious functions of my body all seemed to well up in my brain like bubbles in a pond. I could feel my cock going wild in that wet pussy, almost ready to explode, but it seemed distant somehow. It could have been someone else fucking my wife. The next thing I remember is that I no longer saw Oprah, but footage of a motorcade. It was this old film that showed Kennedy driving through the streets of Dallas. Yes, there was Kennedy, smiling at the crowd. At that moment everything changed, again. I was no longer in my living room, I was lying on a bed, naked, in a really luxurious hotel room. Judy was nowhere to be seen, but my cock was still standing tall. I turned my head to the side. Oh my God. Marilyn Monroe came through the door, wearing a pair of black stockings, and nothing else. She looked at me, with one eyebrow raised, lowering herself down on my cock, just like that, and beginning to ride it. "Is this good, Mr. President?" she asked with her lascivious voice. "Turn around", I heard myself say, with a voice that sounded deep, and smart, and very confident. She gave me a warm look, as if I had said something wonderful that really touched her heart, and obeyed. "Yes, Mr. President." It was quite a sight, watching Marilyn Monroe's ass dance on my cock, but it didn't feel right. It felt more like a memory, not like something that was happening right now. While I was thinking this, I was suddenly struck by an outburst of pain in my head. It lasted just for one second, then it was gone, and I was back. "Did you see that?" I asked my wife. "They shot Kennedy!" "What?!" Her voice sounded strangely surpressed, but this time it was not because of something going on in my brain. I realized that she was in the middle of a really hard orgasm. Her pussy muscles squeezed on my cock. I looked at the TV. There was still Oprah, talking with that psychologist, and I thought a psychologist might be just what I needed now.