0 comments/ 4685 views/ 4 favorites The Veil of Amethyst Ch. 01 By: jvolante Chapter 1. As I stood gazing out a port side viewport at the rainbow colors of the Arcturus nebula, I heard steps coming up quickly behind me in the hall, I turned as a voice called to me, " Captain Kingston, Captain..." "Yes?" "Central Command just assigned me to be your new subpilot, " she said with a bright smile. I looked her over. Early twenties, green eyes and long brown hair that swept down past her narrow waist. She had on the regulation uniform, a tightly tailored blue button-down coat that went just barely below her waist, blue thigh high stockings with skill and class insignias on the garter straps. She had light brown skin, her arms and neck shone with a golden luster in the hallway LED's. Her distant ancestors probably had some terrestrial Asian or Latin-American blood. "Captain?" "Yes..." I glanced past the ample cleavage between her lapels to look at her face. She was more than just extremely fit, she had real beauty. She blinked her long black eyelashes. I continued, "They told me I would be working with someone new, though I didn't know it would be so soon. What is your name?" "I am Petty Officer 1st Class Yana Jasmin. It is in an honor to be a sub to someone with your reputation, I might add." My actions at Syopsis Twelve were becoming my calling card. In my twelve years in the force I had only lost 2 drones and never a pilotcraft, but just doing what any of my brothers would have done and a little bit of luck had put me on the galactic stage after that incident. "May I walk with you?" Yana asked. "Sure. I'm on my way down to the simulator deck now. I thought I would get a girl from the temp pool, but you and I can get right to business." It was always a bit strange and kind of exciting to get acquainted with a new sub. They all had their different idiosyncrasies, different physical attributes that made them excel in some places and weaker in others. The trick was figuring out how to exploit their strengths and modify my flying style to match. As we strode together I noticed she was graceful in her high heels and her hips swayed in perfect balance. "What kind of dancing do you practice?" I asked. Startled and slightly amused, she asked, "How did you know that about me? Uh... tango." "I've known many subs. The ones they send me are agile far beyond the basic standards. I've had gymnasts under me, martial artists, swimmers, you name it." They all were excellent at yoga, that went without saying. "You have the grace of a dancer, the long muscle-tone of your legs suggest pilates training as well." "Impressive." She smiled, looking me up and down. "I noticed you run a pretty tight ship yourself." She winked over her shoulder as I held the door of the pneumolift. As she stepped up into the pod I had a quick glimpse of her perfectly contoured ass under the hem of her regulation coat, covered snugly by light-blue satin panties. I tapped the rectangle for sim deck two on the control panel and I was about to inflate the acceleration cushions when I noticed she was right next to me. "Shall we share a bay, Captain?" she asked shyly, looking up at me wide-eyed as she bit her lower lip. "Why not?" I replied, with slight surprise. The lift whirred and cushions sprang out from the walls and bumped her into me before gently compressing us together. Her body was up against me she smelled good, just a hint of perfume and lavender shampoo. The cushions jostled us about for a moment until they reached stable pressure. Her warm body felt good against me, I could feel the blood rushing inside of me as I realized her hips were swiveling against me, very slowly. I looked down at her face. Her doe eyes had a glimmer of apprehension and curiosity, her luscious lips were parted and moist. I reached down to cup her ass with my hands as I pulled her body up, the cushions pinning her gently against me. She closed her eyes and her lips came to mine and our tongues found one another. My right hand held her ass tightly as as she wrapped her legs around my waist. My other hand clasped her neck pulled her close as I tasted the sweetness of her saliva and savored the sensation of her tongue tangling with mine. I soon noticed that, somehow, she had stealthily unbuttoned my fly and released my cock, which stood at full attention and throbbed as it slid across the silky fabric stretched across her slit. I found the thin waist strap of her panties with my fingers and tore it with a quick flick of the wrist. With deliberation, I released a bit of pre-cum from my swollen glans and flexed my cock to spread it in and around her labia. Her hands gripped my head on both sides and she pressed her forehead against mine, her eyes, flashing, looking deep in to mine. Her mouth opened wider and wider as I slowly drove it in, soaking in the hot wetness of her pussy. Her expression was a mix of surprise and strain as, down below, her canal spread around the girth and length of my cock. I delivered the last couple inches with a quick thrust and her whole body shuddered with a moan as she threw her head back. I bent forward, stroking her neck with my tongue as I began to piston inside of her. (The captain pilot class has a special regimen of pills and diet that transform our semen into a most unusual concoction. When we deliver our payloads, it triggers a release of endorphins and seratonin in our partner's brains, along with stimulants and muscle relaxants which give them increased stamina and focus. This can be very useful in an engagement and the pilot can strategically control his release to ensure peak performance from his partner. The best pilots are masters of this controlled release, and I count myself among them, though at the moment I was delivering small spurts inside her every couple of seconds and it seemed to be bringing her to the brink. Every pilot works with the lab to concoct their own recipe beyond the basic formula, but among the subs mine was legendary and I held the secret close.) Her pussy was drenched with my elixir and her own juices, yet she gripped tight and the sensation along my shaft was spreading throughout my nerves and I walked a tightrope between ecstasy and explosive bliss. Her dancer body was like a well-oiled machine, serpentine and strong underneath her youthful exterior. She was going to be an exceptional mount, I was sure already. Her body responded to my every move, we undulated in such perfect rhythm that, as I thrusted, our bodies maintained all points of contact. I wanted her coat off, I wanted to feel her skin, I wanted to bury my face between her breasts. Grabbing both lapels, I ripped open her coat bursting the snaps down the line until the jacket fell off her shoulders. I pulled it down and wrapped her elbows with it and held them with one hand. With the other I pushed one of her breasts to my mouth while licking and flicking her nipples. She squealed with excitement and at that moment I delivered another spurt which transformed her squeal into a high-pitched moan. With my hand still clenching the jacket binding her elbows, I bent her back and her tits buffeted my face as my thrusts increased with speed and force. A beep from pneumolift let us know that were almost at the simulator deck. Anxious to bring us to climax, I began to grind my pubic bone into hers while I delivered an extra large spurt. I let go of her elbows and wrapped her up, one hand around her shoulders and the other around her waist. Her breathing was rapid and she gasped each time I gave her my length, her head was back and her eyes rolled behind her eyelids. I opened the floodgates. My cock swelled as my cum gushed forth, the flexing of her pussy walls milked every last drop. She wrapped me tightly with her arms and legs, her hand grabbed the back of my head and she shrieked "Captain!" as her body began to shudder violently against the acceleration cushions. She bucked on my still rigid cock and I released her shoulders and worked her clit with lightning speed as her moans reached a crescendo. Then there was a long strenuous grunt while her whole body became rigid and shook violently for many seconds, then I felt her hand on my wrist, gently pushing my hand from her clit. Her eyes opened and her body relaxed, sliding very slowly down my cock to rest with me balls deep inside. We stared at each other for a long moment and then kissed, a slow, passionate kiss. After which we couldn't help but chuckle briefly at the whirlwind which had swept us up. After a moment, the lift beeped again and I slid out of her while she shuddered gently. We were dressed in an instant after the cushions retracted, though her tattered panties went into the disposal. She gave me a sly wink as we waited for the pod doors to open. "So do you think I'll pass muster, Captain?" In my best attempt at nonchalance, I replied, "You'll do." And then I grinned. There was hardly anyone visible on the simulator deck except a technician and an infostat logger who were leaning over their glowing panels. No one noticed our disheveled appearances in the dim light. I could tell that a couple of the sim bays were in use here and there. Yana marveled at the sight. It was a hangar-sized space with hundreds of room-sized black cubes grouped into larger blocks, stacked on multiple levels with walkways between them. Large cables as thick as tree trunks wound between the cubes and here and there status lights blinked. A few of the cubes made a low humming. "Wow," said Yana. "How many units do you guys have on board here?" "About four thousand," I replied, "but this is just the elite squadron deck. 500 here and the rest are packed in tight on the deck below this one." We crossed the metal walkway through soft purple LED glow to the forward wall to where ten slightly larger cubes were arrayed. I placed my palm on a black plate and the door slid open silently. Once inside, I flicked the illumination strips to life and polished metal and colored glass gleamed in the light. A large simcraft rose from a platform at the back of the room supported by a multitude of robotics and linked by a trunk of bundled cables. "This is much more elaborate than the sim setup we had at Ragna Sector Outpost," She said with a certain amount of awe. "These are actual drone controllers with an optional sim mode." I replied. "We're on the cutting edge aboard the Talon IV and this seems to be the direction the fleet is heading in. These can also provide emulation for manned pilot craft, which is probably what you're used to." "So these are full immersion then?" Yana asked. "Oh, definitely. We have 360 degree superfine res ultra-dynamic contrast holographic displays and the chassis has 24 pneumatic positioning arms with failsafes for each one. This one even employs micro-vibrational gee force simulation, which is essential when trying to gauge your speed in a drone craft." Yana looked with admiration at the sleek bulk of shiny metal and cables, yet her face revealed a bit of trepidation. "It's definitely different than I expected." She revealed. "I knew from the briefing that this would be test of my abilities, and of course once I realized I was paired with you that I would have to bring my A game." She looked at me and smiled. "But I've never even piloted a manned craft outside of the sim. In fact, I've never even had a live pilot beyond the simulator android. Why did they send me to you?" I smiled. "Because your a prodigy." I let that hang there for a moment. "I haven't seen your infostat scores," I continued, "but I'm sure they're off the charts or they wouldn't have sent you to me. You're also young, a flight virgin without years of bad habits that need to broken. A clean slate, and I'm going to break you in on the most advanced sim-controllers ever developed. We're going to change the way this fleet battles, you and I, and hopefully use our advantage to drive back the Vikron advance" Yana looked thoughtful as she let that sink in. She stepped in close to me and her deep green eyes looked up into mine. "Break me in?" She said, almost in a whisper. I noticed then that she was stroking my softly erect cock through my pants. I laughed. "Well, that's one way to put it. I'm going to play you like a fine violin, I will be the maestro and you will be both my instrument and muse." That made her smile. She held my gaze and gave me a kiss, and then she strode over to look at the sim machine up close. I went over to the small kitchen module and pumped out a milky beverage for her and myself. "Have some of this, " I called out. "It will replenish your system, it's loaded with vitamins and electrolytes." I broke open a gel pak with my supplement and washed it down with some of the nutrifluid. She walked back and picked up the glass and seated her self on a stool next to me. She was sexy this one, beyond just appearance. They way she moved her body, the way her eyes made her both look innocent and sly, the way she tilted her head and made her hair swish around. I was going to enjoy having her as a mount. Some of the others had performed well in the sim, but the time spent together outside of it could be dull and formal. As if she could read my mind she asked, "What happened to your last subpilot?" I glanced up. "Well, I'm sure you realize that the career of a subpilot is short. Most don't go more than five years before their reflexes start to lag, and even the slightest decrease in reaction time can be costly. Some mounts I had to let go after a few runs because we just didn't synch well. They usually move on to other roles in the fleet, some are given promotions but nothing has the same level of excitement, as I understand. "So you're going to break me in and use me up until my reflexes falter, is that it?" She looked slightly upset. "How old are you?" I asked. "19." She replied. "I enlisted 8 months ago, it's all been a blur after I did the first infostat samples." "You have a long career ahead of you then, you might make it as a sub up to seven years, and with your conditioning you'll probably be piloting solo support craft or reconnaissance after that, or something. Anyway, you might even outlast me. If this works out with you, which I hope it does, you will probably be my last mount. A light fighter captain lasts longer career-wise than a subpilot because it's not as physically demanding for us, but after a while pulling those gees begins take its toll." "I see." She said. She sipped her drink. "What do you want to do after this?" "Not sure. " I replied. "Hopefully you and I can make some history and they'll give me command of a destroyer and make me a Vice Admiral." I grinned and she smiled back. She raised her glass and we toasted. "To making history," she declared. We drained our glasses and I put them in the sterilizer. The mild stimulants in the drinks were starting to slowly kick in. "Well," she said. "Should we have a go?" I nodded. The Veil of Amethyst Ch. 02 The prep platform's micro grabbers had deftly stripped Jana of her clothes and an array of tiny nozzles whirred around her to spray a thin film of pink latex in geometrical patterns on her stomach, back, arms and legs. A second set of nozzles laid down fine lines of gold on top of this, overlaying circuits with terminals near her nerve centers. She stood perfectly still, arms out and legs apart with her hair held up by a tie. She was familiar with this part of the process from past experience and winked at me as the nozzles retracted. A large ring descended around her with its own set of nozzles that sprayed her down with a thin slick of shiny gel so that her skin appeared wet and glistening. Next, three thick rubber phalluses emerged on robotic arms, one sunk deep into her vagina, one into her ass and the other jammed into her throat and the tubes connecting them to hidden tanks began to flex as they pumped. Her body writhed gently as thick, clear glistening gel dripped between her legs, eventually there was sudden rush of fluid signaling that her cavities were full and the lower phalluses withdrew. She sucked deep on the remaining one in her mouth, drinking the preparatory elixir which would help her prevent vertigo. With a "schloop" it withdrew, and she gazed down at me with a rather intense look and licked her lips, her transformation even more apparent. She stepped off of the platform as I stepped on. My clothes were stripped and neatly folded and I was patterned with black latex and gold lines by the printer nozzles. I received the 'baster' (as we called it) in my mouth and a hollow cylinder lined with soft rubber sucked my cock into it and coated it with clear gel. When it withdrew, we were ready for action. The simcraft door raised and I spoke to the computer inside. "Configuration Delta, please." With an instantaneous buzzing of servos, the interior latex cushions rearranged themselves with a large hump in the middle. Jana laid on top of it, face down, ass up, her naked skin glistening in the amber light of the pod. In an instant, rubber-wrapped cables had encircled her wrists and ankles, pulling her arms forward and spreading her legs slightly. From these cables, intricate wires tipped with small discs unfolded and snapped to the golden contact points on her skin like magnets. With her in position, I stepped in behind her and lowered myself down. The sight of her bright pink wet pussy, literally dripping with lubricating gel, made me fully erect and I rested the shaft of my cock in the valley between her raised ass-cheeks. She wriggled about a little, settling in and it took some restraint on my part not to slide into her warm waiting slit, but not yet. The environment lit up around us. The cockpit was big enough for perhaps three people, the slick rubbery acceleration cushions had formed around us and we floated cozily on the surface. The transparent control surfaces at Jana's fingertips seemed to hover over the lower hull display. The front and top halves of the capsule were a panoramic holo display which showed a drifting starscape overlaid with all sorts of colorful graph plots and readouts as the software initialized and went through pre-flights. Two curved cushions mounted on armatures lowered to rest on each of my shoulders, they were attenuated to move with me but maintain contact and keep me in place when we inverted. Jana's calves were encircled by two reinforced rubber manacles that rotated from a gap in the cushions underneath her, and a larger one encircled her torso. They were attached to bungie-like cables that could contract or expand like muscles depending on the positions we required for a particular maneuver. A metallic, feminine voice emerged from the sound system. "All systems go. Awaiting departure." The displays flashed and went blank except for a crystal clear hologram of outer space. We were hovering over an aquamarine planet of some sort and a red giant sun loomed before us with a belt of asteroids silhouetted in front of it. "Oooh," I heard Jana exclaim. "It's so beautiful! This is quite the sim rig! It's like we're floating in outer space... naked..." "Only the best for you, ensign Yasmin," I said. Her long, lithe form stretched out before me in the glow of the cockpit, her perfect tight ass a pedestal for my erection. Lubricating gel permeated from the semi-porous cushions and soaked our skins, reflecting red and blue from the displays. I admired her body once more, the delicately chiseled muscles in her back and shoulders, her slender arms and legs. Her body bobbed lazily on the gel filled cockpit cushions and the backs of her thighs rubbed softly against my quadriceps. Satisfied that we were ready, I landed a playful smack on her bare ass. I slid my hands to catch her hip bones and pressed the engorged tip of my cock to her labia, forcing the lips wide as I slid my length into her. Her head tilted back and she made an "uunhh" sound while her muscles twitched here and there. The control surfaces flashed and we were off like a shot, blazing through space towards the asteroids. I tested her responses a little bit, my cock half inside of her rubbing against the top, then bottom, then each side of her vaginal walls. Her response in the controls was instant and graceful as we curved up, down, then side to side. There was artistry in the way she transitioned between trajectories. Placing my hands on the top of her ass, I pushed it down into the cushion and bent over her, ramming deep. We nosedived outside of the asteroid plane and I gave her a few quick thrusts and the gee forces multiplied as we careened headlong through space. With my hands on each of her shoulder blades, I pushed down slightly on one side and then the other as the craft rocked gently side to side. After a minute, I flung myself down on top of her with a wet smack, reaching under her shoulders and pulling up while rapidly drilling her with my rock hard shaft. We leveled out and the secondary thrust kicked in, the inertia threatened to tear me off of her as she moaned and squirmed under me. Holding tight, I clasped my hands together over her neck, her back arched and I wrenched her shoulders to the left. The ship corkscrewed in perfect synchronization with our movements, her body fluidly channeling all physical motion to the controls, her mind intuitively transforming pleasure and other sensations into a dance through the galaxy. We entered the asteroid field and the displays began to highlight nav hazards as they appeared. We writhed together in our warm lube-soaked cushions, the craft darted between the large spinning planetoids and smaller debris fields. The red star shine rotated in the cockpit at all angles as we arced in large spirals. I pulled all the hotshot maneuvers I could think of and my mount's tight young body responded perfectly. The ride was exhilarating, and and her firm little ass was taking a pounding yet kept bouncing back for more. I jackhammered into her tight, dripping pussy and drove our craft toward maximum velocity. "Yes!" she hissed. "Take me... faster!" A swarm of incoming enemy craft appeared on the holos. We arced our ship upwards into a corkscrew and came at them from behind a large drifting planetoid. Jana and I started firing our phaser arrays as the triangles popped up all over the displays. Her aim was good as she took on the lower hemisphere and I the upper, our lines of sight shown as crosshairs gently snapping to targets as they passed over and a twitch of our muscles triggered the destructive beams. After a few evasive maneuvers and one protracted dogfight, we had reduced the sortie to virtual space debris. With a flex of my wrist the bungies connected to her torso contracted and inclined her up into my arms. She angled her head back and we kissed deep and wetly while I manhandled her tits and drilled into her gushing slit, our bodies bouncing on the springy cushions. She squirmed in my arms as my fingers played with her nipples and squeezed her body close to mine. I let loose a massive load of my supplemented jizz which hit her nerve centers and caused her to go limp for moment, overwhelming her with a surge of ecstasy, yet I continued to pound into her and she flopped in my arms like a rag doll. We drifted still in space, the simulation had ended and we drifted on the edge of a fantastical rainbow nebula with countless comets blazing overhead. I let my unbridled lust surge forth in the adrenaline rush of our sim battle victory. In response to my gesture, a rubbery vibrating spheroid emerged from the puddle of lube beneath her and as I ground her clit into the ball her body came to life as if jolted by electricity. I could feel her pussy walls begin to flex on my cock-head as it slipped deep inside of her. A long, low guttural moan welled up within her, I moved a hand up to her throat and she bent her head to vigorously suck my fingers, her moan became a muffled hum, getting louder and louder. I let go and the bungies pulled her down hard, her face and breasts smacking into the cushions as she cried out in surprise. I moved up on her, my weight pinning her clit to the vibrating sphere. I clamped her long legs together with mine. She began to buck under me, her muscles going rigid all over. The sensation of her tightened slippery cunt traveling up and down the length of my shaft took me over the edge and my body seized as I shot forth a river of cum, my cock throbbing like a heavy heartbeat with each spurt for what seemed like an eternity. I collapsed onto her back and buried my length into her as far as it could go as she went stiff and then began to shake violently... she cried out in staccato, "Oh...m-my fuuucking gaawd-d..." Her mouth remained open as if she was about to scream but no sound came out as her hips jerked violently, her twitching pussy pulling my cock with it. After a time, her spasms slowed in frequency and the vibrating nub retracted. Eventually her clenching muscles relaxed while she gasped softly. We lay together, floating in a timeless sea, our bodies undulating slowly together while I continued to slowly pump a trickle of semen into her flexing pussy. In the shower afterward, I lathered her up while she did likewise, running her fingers over the rippled muscles of my chest. She looked into my eyes, "That was really intense... The adrenaline... I've never just wanted a cock in me so bad. And the way you control your jizz... that's simply incredible." She smiled slyly as her hand went down to stroke the tip of my hanging member. "So much of it, too!" I felt myself stiffen once again. "I think I'm going to like being your instrument, Captain." Clouds of steam enveloped us. She pulled me close, her soapy fist around my hard upright cock. She began to stroke it slowly in her tight, slippery grip. "And I want you to play me, use me...master me," she continued. "I want to make beautiful music for you." With that, I knelt, pulling my organ down out of her grip to thrust it up into her pink little twat, lifting her feet off the ground and pinning her back against the shower wall. She let out a long high-pitched, "Oh!" and threw her head back. I fucked her there against the warm slippery tiles. I had her again in the jacuzzi. I banged her doggy-style under the rain shower, and I held her up and fucked her in the circular stall while the massage streams blasted us from all angles. As my cum gushed forth, she moaned and squealed with pleasure and it was music to my ears. The Veil of Amethyst Ch. 03 by Jacinto Volante (jvolante) * It was hot down in the level C barracks, I had to loosen the collar of my tuxedo as I ducked through low doorways and walked down the cramped corridor past intermittent red LED's until I came to ensign Yasmin's block. A pretty little blonde girl answered the door in a tank top and tight mini-shorts, her skin shiny from the humidity. "Officer Kingston! Whoa, nice threads," she exclaimed, fingering my lapel. I could see a number of fit young women in various states of undress lounging behind her. She came in close to me and whispered in my ear, "When are you going to take me on a date to the Admiral's Club, Captain?" She paused and I felt her fingers gently caress my balls. "Afterwards you can make me your little fuck toy for a night, would you like that? I'll do anything you want, tie me down, fuck my ass, anything." She giggled and backed up, brushing her cheek lightly on mine and flashed a mischievous grin. "Jana will be with you in a moment," she spoke out loud. With a wink, I said, "Thanks, Erica." She turned to walk back into the room with a wiggle of her firm little ass. Momentarily, Jana stood before me, stunningly gorgeous in a red silk dress with a plunging neckline that exposed her burnished golden skin all the way to below her belly button. The dress was tight around her hips and very short, though the top looked like it might fall of her shoulders at any moment. Her nipples were barely covered, revealing the full roundness of her perky breasts. Nestled in-between, there hung an emerald pendant on a silver chain. Her long golden legs glistened, freshly lotioned, and she stood in a pair of tall black crystal stilettos. Her dark hair seemed to float on air behind her and long silky bangs framed her delicate features. Her face was made up exquisitely, lips precisely painted with the texture of a wet strawberry and her eyelids done up with a slight hue of pink that transitioned to dark brown around long black lashes. She batted her flashing green eyes, silver and emerald pendant earrings swayed as she turned her head to the side. "How do I look?" "Gorgeous." I reached into my vest pocket and handed her a small box and handed it to her. "For you." She opened it to reveal a silver bracelet on black velvet, the sim corps logo engraved on the surface. "You're one of us now." I said. "How does it feel?" She leaned in and gave me a light kiss on the lips. "Great," she purred. "Thank you!" As she walked ahead of me in the corridor I admired the sway of her hips, her skinny little waist and the way the hem of her dress rose slightly when she had to duck through the doorways. She wasn't wearing any underwear. The back neckline of her dress was also low enough that I could see the top of her ass cleavage and I noticed that her skin sparkled all over with fine particles of golden glitter. In the pneumo lift she folded her arms around me as the acceleration pads closed in on us. When the chime for the Admiral's Club rang, she took my arm and I escorted her to the black glass doors of the club. The doors slid apart and we were presented with the most luxurious setting to be found in any starfleet ship. Dim lights low over tables illuminated fine crystal and black velvet booths. Elegantly dressed officers sat with women in skimpy cocktail dresses. Large reinforced glass windows loomed behind the booths to reveal the rainbow colored clouds of the Arcturus nebula outside. Soft, ethereal music drifted over a low, driving beat and mingled with clink of crystal and silverware. Our hostess, an exotic beauty in a tight black mini-dress and tall heels, led us toward the windows and down an aisle where the window-facing booths had high backs and curved walls for privacy. As we passed one of these, a man called out my name. "Jack," he said. I turned to look at the man. Rear Admiral Grezny was an affable man in his late 40's with grey at his temples. A pretty blonde girl on one side seemed be tucking her breast back into her bustier and a slim brunette on his other side withdrew her hand from Grezny's inner thigh. He rose to shake my hand. "Helluva job on those latest info stats. I saw the flight metrics today..." For a moment he seemed to forget what he was talking about as he gazed at Jana, poised elegantly with my arm around her waist. "And you must be ensign Yasmin... remarkable." He shook her hand carefully as if she were some sort of apparition. "I'm looking forward to great things from you two." He said with a grin. "By the way, Jack..." he continued turning to face me, "There's a meeting tomorrow, we'll be vidscreening with the Fleet Admiral. 0900, Conference room foxtrot. Something important. Be there." "Sure thing," I said. "See you then." We said our goodbyes and the hostess seated us at the last booth on the end. We settled into the plush black velvet and moved into the alcove behind the black glass table. She scooted in close and swung her legs together over my lap. Not satisfied to simply caress the silkiness of her inner thighs, I gripped her waist and scooted her up into my lap. Her little dress rode up to expose the smooth skin of her vulva. She closed her eyes and we kissed softly, our tongues dancing playfully. My arm encircled her waist under her dress to massage her ample breast, rubbing her stiff nipple with the palm of my hand. There was a very quiet, muffled cough. Jana slipped off my lap and we both turned sheepishly to face the server at the end of the table. A slim copper skinned girl with exotic features in the same outfit as the hostess leaned over the table, her breasts appearing as if they would spill out of her tight dress. "May I bring you drinks to get started?" She asked. The meal was delicious, Jana made sounds that verged on orgasmic as she sucked the juice from the pork tenderloin and savored the caramelized beets. I sipped my scotch and watched her, enjoying her beauty and vivacious spirit. "So how did you decide you wanted to be a pilot mount?" I asked. She giggled. "Well, I was searching for something different, something to get me off of Celadon Six. Star fleet seemed like a pretty good way to go about it. Once they told me about subpiloting, that's all I wanted to do." she fingered the pendant dangling between her breasts. "I've always been a little kinky and I love... love... going fast. My ex-boyfriend used to pull gees in his jetcraft and it would make me so wet... " she confided, "though I was too shy and proper to ever do anything about it, I dreamt all the time about being fucked while zooming through the air." She laughed. "Sounds like you were born for this, " I remarked. "I guess so," she giggled. "It still feels kind of naughty, but that makes it even more exciting. On C6 I was such a good girl... harvest princess, 2 percentile in studies, dance team. My parents think that I'm signed aboard on a medical assistant track." "Well, there's plenty of time for that later. Right now, you are an incredible asset to our team." We raised a toast, she drank deep of the red wine in her crystal goblet. She looked at me inquisitively. "I'm curious, though... how did such a strange manner of steering a craft develop? I know that the best fighter squadrons use subpilots, but how did it begin? It's only been in use for the past few decades, right?" I answered, "Well, it's only been publicly acknowledged that star fleet employs the method for about 25 years. Before that there was a lot of top-secret experimentation. Basically, we had to adapt it or risk being destroyed by the Lyzani Hegemon." "What are you talking about? I mean, I heard about the Lyzani offensive, but weren't they just a planet of savages that surprised us a few times? How could they defeat a star destroyer?" "No one had seeing flying and shooting like them ever before. The Lyzani would be suicide bombing the shield generators of our toughest ships before we could even get a target lock on them. Their maneuverability was legendary and lethal. It seemed as if their gunners and pilots shared the same thoughts in the same instants, yet they were twice as quick and accurate as our solo fighters... ours might as well have been defenseless." "They were using subpilots?" "Yes. And no one had ever seen it before. Turns out that their species evolved as savage hunters on their home planet. Most of it is a humid, tropical jungle and they would travel the terrain naked on amphibious salamander-type creatures the size of a horse. The men would ride upright with bow and arrow scanning for prey, while their females would lay in front of them across the spine of the creature, their bodies adhered to it with a sticky gel excreted from its skin. Their hands had some kind of evolved neural connection with their animals, and they would steer with movement and transmitted thought. The warrior would mount the woman from behind and provide direction and other signals with his cock inside her and he could also use his body to guide the animal as well." Jana was thoroughly absorbed in my explanation. She took another swig of her wine and rested her head her hand which was propped up on the table by her elbow. Her movements were a little sloppy, the wine was obviously going to her head. I noticed that her dress was slipping from her shoulders and on one side her nipple was fully exposed. "But how did they then become space warriors?" she asked with a slight drawl. "Well, a couple of centuries ago, some missionaries came with overland speeders to bring the word of Zesu to the Lyzani. The visitors were promptly disposed of. However, the Lyzani quickly adopted their industrial technology but preserved the dual-control system. Fast forward a few hundred years and you have them running circles around our elite fighters in outer space. A few were captured and some of them were bribed to join star fleet where they worked with our scientists to start the subpilot program. After we tailored our infostat metrics to select recruits for the program and implemented our latest technology, we soon had the hegemon on the run." "Wow," Jana said, enraptured. "What a fascinating culture, I would love to seem them riding their mounts through the jungle," she said as if picturing it in her mind. "I wonder what their cocks are like," she added with a smirk. "Well, the culture is not extinguished, " I assured her. "Just under close supervision to ensure they don't raise a space force again. I've actually seen vids of them, it's really pretty incredible. The cocks on the males are enormous, erect they are about the length of my forearm. The women are amazing too; dark rust-colored skin and eyeballs orange like fire. Jana seemed to get a little turned on by my description of the Lyzani cock, she shifted her ass a little and her thighs rubbed over one another. Her face was also a little flushed. Our dessert had arrived and she was languidly licking the cream from a coil of dark chocolate. She gave me a penetrating look. "And what about the way you jizz in me... was that something learned from the Lyzani as well? What do you do to make so much cum?" She paused and licked some of the cream from her lips. "It's like a drug to me, you know. Last night I dreamed I was bathing it in, you were standing above me, drenching me with a white stream of your semen and I rolled around in a big puddle of it, rubbing into my skin, licking it off my fingers..." A small shiver seemed to run down her spine and her face turned bright red. She seemed a bit disoriented and slid closer to me on the cushions. Her dress had fallen open about her shoulders and fully exposed her breasts. Noticing my gaze, she glanced down at herself, and then raised her face to meet mine with a heavy lidded eyes. She began to twist one of her nipples between her finger and thumb. "Well?" she prompted, and proceeded to bat her eyelashes and chew her lower lip. "We learned from them, yes. They fortify themselves with a blend of herbs and minerals which we have replicated." I could feel the heat rising in my body and my cock begin to stiffen as I watched her toy with her nipples. "...and we have built upon it, I have even developed my own variant which I believe helps my body chemistry be even more potent. But to create the semen and control it, I have to cum often to gain capacity in my balls and control in my kegel muscles. I have a maidservant who attends to me in my quarters and ensures that I bust a nut every couple of hours. When I have time, she and I will practice tantric sex which is great for controlling release." She raised her eyebrows at the mention of the maidservant. "A sex servant? How is it that she gets all of your cum instead of me?" she asked, looking hurt. "Well," I said, "some pilots have their mounts share their quarters. I would be thrilled if you would share mine. We are a pretty new pair, but my feeling is the more we experience each other's bodies, the better." "What about what's-her-name, where will she go?" Jana asked. "Jessica. She will remain with me. And you. Her job description is to satisfy my physical needs and maintain my quarters, feed me, massage me, etc. She would do the same for you. I think you two might really get along." Jana arched her back to press her erect nipples into my chest, and moved her lips close to mine as if to kiss me... "And could you put all of your semen into me?" She whispered breathlessly. I chuckled, "You could have most of it, but you'll have to share sometimes. Jessica is a good girl and it wouldn't be fair to make her beg." I began to grin. "I just realized that you've never tasted my cum." I placed my hand on her thigh and began to stroke it gently. "Jessica says that it is delicious." Without another word she was on her knees before me, desperately fumbling to undo the zipper of my tuxedo pants. I bent over her and pressed a lit rectangle on the table to make it glide back and give her room. She worked my cock free and it popped up, stiff and throbbing with the tip swollen like a giant red mushroom. Jana began to lick up and down the shaft like it was an ice cream cone, kissing the tip with her full lips and sucking gently at the hole. A couple times she would bend my cock forward, impaling her mouth so deeply that her nose touched my stomach and I felt her tongue between my balls. Her slight gagging on my glans caused an upwelling of saliva that dribbled down her chin and onto her heaving tits. I reached down and quickly pulled her dress the rest of the way down to her waist. I pulled her up by her nipples so that her saliva-drenched boobs rested on either side my shaft. Gripping her head from behind by the hair, I tilted her head up to look her in the eyes. Her face was flushed, a thick stream of saliva dripped from her lips. Threads of her drool draped from her tongue to my cock-head where it slowly settled in loops over my shaft, nestled between her tits. Her eyes were half closed, her lipstick and makeup were smeared. "Are you ready for desert?" I asked sternly. She nodded vigorously. With both hands now I firmly gripped her head and tilted it down to accept my thrust. I went in hard, crashing into the back of her throat. She maneuvered to take it even deeper and I shot a massive load straight down her throat, determined to pump her full. Her throat flexed around the tip of my cock as she swallowed... again and again she gulped my stream of jizz. As the elixir hit her system, she pulled her head up, "Oh... my...g-g..." she stammered and began to go limp. I reached down to grab her by the shoulders and lift her, fucking her tits as her head rolled back and side to side, my cum dripping down both sides of her mouth. I let loose another blast which splashed off her chin and dribbled in rivulets between her tits, providing even more lubrication for my pumping shaft. Her head rolled loosely forward and I slowed my thrusts and positioned the tip of my cock gently between her lips and let loose another spurt. She sucked it like a straw, even though I had to support her to keep her from falling. I pulled her body up onto the couch next to me so that she was laying curled up in fetal position with her head across my abdomen, sucking slow methodical pulses of jizz with each convulsion of my prong. Her dress hung wetly in a band around her waist. With one hand I reached over her hips and fingered the moistness of her pussy. With the other hand I stroked her forehead and neck as I leaned back in the seat. I lifted my glass of scotch from the table, took a sip and gazed out at the glittering colors of the Arcturus nebula. Time went by as she sucked lazily, not spilling a drop. "Do you want more? Are you still hungry?" I would ask her from time to time, and she would nod and mumble "mmm-hmm" without releasing the suction on my cock. I didn't stop jizzing into Jana until she was completely full.