A mind implant from alien adductors   part 5

A mind implant from alien adductors part 5

But, his manner grew more serious, how do I know I'm safe?

I said I'm not going to hurt you, Jon, she said with certitude. If that were my intention, I would have fucked you to death the second you stepped one toe down on my ship. Or maybe, Vivian's smile broadened, right after you showered. Kilgore do have standards, she playfully needled him.

Jon suppressed a laugh so he could apologize, I'm sorry, Vivian. I really overreacted. You've shown me nothing but kindness.

Well, you can make it up to me, she winked at him, by sharing another drink with me.

The two space travelers sat back down at the disc-shaped table. Vivian poured them both another glass, his being only a quarter full. Miraculously, they seemed to have an even stronger connection than before, and were having an even better time. The effects of the alcohol as well as the happiness they felt in each other's company were two elements both evident.

Their conversation veered from topic to topic, from goofy and trivial observations to politics (fucking Bastards in the United Planets Congress, am I right?), spirituality, and back around again.

And when did everything become so deadly? Jon wondered aloud. That's all sports are anymore - life and death. Fighting with laser guns, fighting with energy swords for hands? Our culture is so fucked up, Vivian giggled at his commentary. You know, he said, there used to be this thing, I learned about it on the pod, called pillow fighting. It was just done for fun and no one got hurt. We don't even have pillows anymore! they both burst out with drunken laughter.

I'll take my spaceship over a pillow any day, Vivian jested, guzzling down more liquor.
I guess things aren't so bad, Jon mused, staring at his glass in a moment of reflection.

The captain, unbeknownst to her thoughtful companion, got up and unclasped her seat cushion, suddenly whacking him with it.

Hey/ he yelped, before ripping his own cushion off the chair. They exchanged blows in mutual combat, their bellies aching from laughter. The lively battle spilled out of the kitchen sector and into the larger living quarters. With rather plush furnishings and an incredibly soft Tanzanian fur rug adorning the floor, it was one of the few rooms on the ship which wasn't built with ruthless efficiency in mind.

The two sparring partners abandoned their seat cushions at some point and started to playfully wrestle. The beautiful captain had size and sheer strength on her side, but Jon's skinny frame seemed capable of wiggling free of any hold.

I've got you now, she declared when finally wrestling him down to the floor.

Do not! Jon exclaimed while doing his best to squirm free of her grasp. Their breaths came out haggard.

Vivian retaliated to his newest escape attempt by planting her body down on his torso.

She sat down on his stomach and held his arms out. Told you I had you, she gloated.
Jon responded with a renewed attempt to break away, struggling hard to buck her off.

Their grappling resulted in her sliding higher up his body as she rode out his struggle.

Exhausted, the young man collapsed into the soft rug.

I give up, he declared in between harsh breaths.

Yeah, you do. Vivian began to take note of her arousal. I have you good. Her hardening cock grew down her spandex-like pant leg. She steadied herself on his chest. I suppose

it wasn't a fair fight, but 'to the victor go the spoils,' right?

Jon detected a new tint to her voice. He took closer stock of his situation and noticed the rather massive bulge growing dangerously close to his face. Now past joking, Let me up, he told her.

Where's the fun in that? she asked, starting to rock back and forth gently on his chest.

Your kind seems to have a preoccupation with Kilgore penises. I'll show you one Jon's newfound fear grew in step with her cock. The captain wriggled her leggings down her athletic thighs. Getting the thin, elastic material of those leggings down her half-hard rod without destroying them took coordination she barely possessed after three glasses of Kilgore brandy.

The well-endowed captain grabbed her swelling monster at its base and slapped it against Jon's frightened cheek. Like what you see? She taunted him with it. Turns out the Identifier wasn't lying about that 'large phallus' thing, huh?

You're drunk, Vivian, he told her. Jon politely pulled his cheek off the mammoth cock, his eyes now clearly focused on the swollen meat. Its musky, yet somehow distinctly feminine smell filled his nostrils. Please let me up, he asked again.

No, she replied. I beat you. This is my time. Vivian gave her steel-like shaft a slow, lavish stroke right in his face. She pushed up a little higher on her knees and positioned the big, bulbous head so she could press the tip, slick with fresh pre-cum, right to his ripe lips. You're not going to tease me anymore. She gave it another stroke right in his face, leading to a drip of milky pre-ejaculate landing on his lips. Suck it.

The air in the room became warm and tense and the sweet young man's brain turned into a panicked mess. He didn't understand how things got bad so quickly. They were play wrestling not two minutes ago. Now she had the biggest cock he'd ever seen pointed right at his mouth. Jon shook his head at the big thing, trying to indicate what he couldn't say without opening his mouth. He inadvertently brushed his lips along the pulsating head, further stimulating it.

I said suck my dick, she bristled. Now suck it, she prompted him again. Her eyes were glassy and her speech a bit slurred, but she was serious. Open your mouth now or you'll find I can be an angry drunk, the captain threatened.

Jon was about to acquiesce when Kasey silently interrupted. The onboard A.I. opened a panel on the wall and hit Vivian square in the neck with a sleep dart. The incensed captain slapped at her neck before falling to her side on the soft rug. Jon wiggled away from her drooping body and pushed himself up.

Please step away from the captain, Kasey informed the young man.

I can't believe it. We were having a good time and then this happened! he remarked, rubbing his head. Thank you for helping me, he added earnestly.

Jon jumped when he noticed Vivian's arm start to move. We don't have much time, Kasey warned. Those darts were dosed for disobedient slaves, not a full-grown Kilgore warrior, drunk or not.

What do I do? he asked worriedly.

To be continued