Project - Prometheus Ch. 32

"I know, love. I know. I just wanted to thank you," Priya stated.

"For what?"

"For taking this risk to go back to Prodosia. I know it's painful for you to go back, but that you're doing it, to help out our little family? Badass," Priya replied as she snuggled into her friend.

"Thank you!" Inari meeped as she held Priya close, wanting to stay in that moment.

"When you were gone, did you ever figure out who it was that betrayed you and the settlement?" Priya asked.

"No. I did what digging that I could and whoever it was, they covered their tracks well. I did have a few ideas on who it could be though," Inari growled in remembrance.

"Well, at least now, if you want to look into it, you can find out who it was," Priya suggested.

"What makes you think that we'd find anything on the person who did this? It's been years and I'm pretty damned sure that whoever did it, has erased everything," Inari stated.

"But today, you have the one thing that you didn't back then," Priya smirked.

"That being?"

"You didn't have us. You didn't have this amazing ship or the resources and capability to do a proper investigation of your own," Priya told her.

"You know... you're right! I do have more to work with now! Maybe, if we can find at least a copy of the original holovid, we can prove that it's a fake!" Inari piped up, her mind churning with ideas and possibility.

"Think we'll need to go and have a word with Taal'ani then!" Priya grinned as she threaded her arm in her lover's and led the way to the elevator.

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Korsa spun as she delivered a hard roundhouse kick to Aesha, trying to flatten the Artucian woman. Aesha saw it coming and ducked as she kicked out with her own leg, trying to sweep Korsa to her ass. Noting the counter, Korsa hopped backwards, halting the kick midway and backing up from her sparring partner.

Smiling at the maneuver, Korsa stepped forward and brough all four of her arms into play, taking an offensive stance. Aesha scrambled to her feet and danced back, stepping into a defensive posture as Korsa attacked again. Whirling as she had been trained to, the Artucian woman glided right by the big woman, effectively sidestepping the attack.

Had Aesha tried that move outside of a sparring match, any Khontaran with the same level of training would have flattened her. Korsa let it slide though, as she was trying to train this woman, not humiliate her. It had been a very productive match so far, as Aesha's speed and form had improved drastically. It was a wonder that Aesha was still alive with all she had endured.

Korsa was beginning to tire a bit and sighed as she made to put an end to the match. She spun on around, pirouetting like a ballerina, while swinging her arms to smash into Aesha. She barely saw it coming and got out of the way for three of Korsa's arms to just miss hitting her. The fourth, however, smacked right into her jaw and Aesha went sprawling.

Hitting the mat with a thud and a grunt, Aesha tried to scurry out of Korsa's reach. A quick roll, accompanied by thudding fists hitting right next to her head, signaled the match's end. She smacked the mats in frustration, thinking she had finally gotten a handle on that move, to dodge out of the way. Sighing in defeat, she rolled over and sat up, looking up at her teacher.

"Another victory to you, Uucshi," Aesha replied with a slight bitterness to her tone.

"You did well this match. Since being healed, I have taken note of this and you are improving. But remember what I taught you, about learning to become a master in anything," Korsa gently chastised.

"In order to achieve mastery in anything, we must commit ourselves to a long, slow journey. Overnight success is impossible, as we are mortals, not gods," Aesha replied.

"Good. You are retaining what is being taught to you and it is showing. You are still making mistakes, but not fatal ones. You will get there, just keep training," Korsa told her student. "That is all for today. My hands are weapons..."

"Yet I do not oppress."

"My strength is vast..." Korsa continued.

"Yet I do not dominate," Aesha replied.

"My knowledge is great..."

"Yet I do not manipulate."

"Honor yourself and honor those around you, for honor is life," both women finished, reciting the creed of Kha'varen.

"I've taken notice that you've been pushing yourself a little hard lately," Korsa mentioned as she grabbed a bottle cooled water nearby.

"How do you mean... Uucshi?" Aesha queried.

"Our session is over Aesha. You can call me Korsa now," the Khontaran woman smirked. "I've been noticing you sneaking out of your quarters at nights, coming down here to practice."

"Weren't you the one to say that learning this way of fighting requires absolute discipline? That I should focus on putting my entire being behind perfecting myself?" Aesha rebutted, wondering where Korsa was going with this.

"I did say that, but you shouldn't do it at the expense of your body. Though you are healed, like all sentient beings, you need sleep," Korsa told her student gently.

"I can sleep when I'm dead," Aesha grinned, thinking the quip quite clever.

"Then you'll be visiting your ancestors and the mother goddess much sooner than you think. If you're too tired to fight or to form a proper defense against an enemy, you will die. A tired warrior is a dead one and to me, you look like you've been burning the candle at both ends," Korsa stated, putting her foot down on the matter.

"What do you suggest then, Korsa?" Aesha asked, seeing the wisdom of her teacher's words.

"Take a few days to get some proper rest. Get yourself some real sleep and I'm not talking like seven to eight hours. I'm talking at least ten hours of sleep a day, over the course of the next few days. I still expect you to show up for our sparring sessions but take some time and enjoy life. Life isn't worth living, if you can't live it up now and then," Korsa stated.

"All right. Thank you, I'll do that" Aesha replied, relenting on her stance on the matter.

"Good girl. Go get yourself a shower before you get some rest. It will help you sleep better," Korsa told her.

"What are you going to do?" Aesha remarked.

"Well, I already got my cardio in for the day. Going to hit the gym and do some weightlifting," Korsa stated.

"All right. Like you just told me, don't push yourself too hard," Aesha smirked as she got going.

"Get on out of here before I have to kick your ass," Korsa mock threatened.

Aesha laughed at that, but moved her ass, in case Korsa did that, anyway. Shaking her head and giggling to herself, she moved along to the weight room. It was a self-contained area, large enough for the entire crew to work out in there, but only just. Feeling all nice and loose from her sparring session, Korsa headed in and was surprised to find Alex in there.

"Alex! What are you doing here?" Korsa wondered, pleased that he was there, regardless.

"Well, it is chest day for me, so I thought I might as well get some weight time in. Had the same idea yourself?" Alex questioned as he stretched his muscles.

"Yeah! It's chest day for me too! Where's your spotter, though?" the Khontaran woman wondered.

"That's why I had these guys installed, in case I couldn't find a partner if I needed one," the big man stated, jerking his thumb at the pair of assistant drones that hovered nearby.

"Well, since I'm here, I don't think you'll need those," Korsa told him.

"I agree," Alex nodded, before waving his hand, dismissing the drones. "You all stretched up then?"

"Still loose and limber from my sparring match with Aesha, so yeah. Let me know when you're ready and we can get started," Korsa told him.

After a few more minutes of stretching, they started with the bench press, Alex going first. He set the weight to a little over two hundred pounds before he started going. It was a slight strain for him, but he managed the weight well enough. The one thing that caught his attention, though, was Korsa sitting on his pelvis.

"Um... Korsa... what are you doing?" Alex questioned as his cock started to harden.

"Just providing you with a little... motivation. Also, it helps you build and maintain those muscles in your chest a lot faster," she teased, wiggling her ass on his groin.

"They did... prove that to be a thing... before I left Earth," Alex agreed as he finished his set. "You just going to sit there, on my dick, while I'm laying down here?"

"Yup! Keep you... motivated to show off a little," Korsa giggled.

Alex wasn't going to complain at this point, not when a gorgeous Khontaran woman like Korsa was sitting on him. Thinking there was no way around it, Alex lay back and gripped the bar again, getting ready to hammer it through. He lifted it and pushed hard, slamming through his set like it was nothing, before setting the bar to rest again. He took a beat for thirty seconds before he went and did it again, making Korsa coo in appreciation.

"Now that's how my man is supposed to hit those weights!" Korsa smirked as she stood up, letting Alex off the bench.

"Mmm! Been keeping tabs on how I workout, have you?" Alex jibed.

"Maybe. Now up, it's my turn on that bench. Need to up the weight on it too," Korsa snickered.

"Oh? To how much?" Alex wondered.

"About six-fifty should do for a start," Korsa replied. Nodding, Alex helped her retrieve the heavier plates, before placing them on the bar. Once they were in place, they locked the weights in and Korsa got on the bench, lying down to center herself. Her head turned as she felt Alex's hands on her legs.

"Just what are you about, mister?" Korsa asked as Alex moved one of her legs, so he could sit with his pelvis butted up against her ass.

"Turnabout is fair play Korsa. Remember, two can play at that game," Alex laughed.

"Oooooh! You are playing with fire, sir! Do that, and I'm not liable for what happens after!" she warned him.

"Oh? What happens if I were to do this and keep doing it?" he asked.

Korsa was about to ask what he was talking about, when she felt him shift to bump up against her. Feeling Alex's raging hard cock poke at her through their clothes sent pleasing shivers down her spine. She groaned as she could feel herself getting more than a little turned on from what he was doing.

"Death by Snu-Snu!" she quipped.

"As I said back when we entered into an alliance with the Artucian, it would be a way that I wouldn't mind going," he laughed as he ground his dick into her some more.

Korsa giggled quietly at the idea and thought to herself about what she'd do to him after the workout. She endured the teasing, though it was torturous, before she migrated to a few other exercises. Alex went his own way, doing his specific workouts, as they were done with barbells for the moment. Korsa didn't mind getting an eyeful of Alex, as she was certain that he was getting as much eye candy himself.

They both powered through their workouts, eventually ending them with a cooldown and plenty of stretching afterwards. Though they were both so turned on by the teasing and willful torture of each other, that it was chore not to tackle one another to ground right there. Korsa took a few deep breaths to steady herself, so she didn't lose control.

"How about we get ourselves a shower, before we do something that we'll get so tangled up in, the rest of the crew will hear us through the whole ship?" Alex suggested with a smirk.

"While I'm not opposed to the idea, we probably shouldn't soil the gym equipment. At least, not yet," Korsa replied huskily.

"A woman after my own heart," Alex grinned and Korsa blushed, her face going a shade of burgundy.

"Come to my quarters, about twenty minutes after you're done showering," Korsa told him cryptically.

She then turned around and sauntered off to the women's locker room. Alex groaned in frustration as he watched the big woman walk away, her hips swinging alluringly. Knowing that Korsa had some sort of plan in mind, Alex did as she suggested and got himself a shower. Though he was tempted to rub one out, he wasn't going to ruin the mood. He'd save it for when he was in her room and ready to make her scream.

Alex stepped out of the shower, dried off and got dressed, heading for a quick walk around of the ship. He found Taal'ani and Tahral gaming in the lounge area, while Natalya, Kasumi and Shazza were busy chattering not far from them. He then called out to Jaesa, asking her about what everyone else was up to.

"Aesha, from what I can read of life signs, is busy sleeping. Korsa ordered her to get some, as it appears that she's been pushing herself hard with training lately. Inari and Priya are... occupied, at the moment," the AI replied, chuckling to herself.

"What about you and Stanley? Any progress with those drawings and writings in the caves?" Alex questioned.

"We are monitoring the ships' systems and ensuring that everything is running as it should be. If there is anything that merits your knowledge, sir, you'll be the first to know. As for the writing and drawings, it is slower than I'd like, as Stanley and I are combing through every scrap of information we come across. It will be awhile before we have anything substantial for reading," the AI informed him.

"Thank you, Jaesa, that will be all," Alex informed the AI.

"Have fun," she teased, before her digital representation faded from the nearby holopad. Alex chuckled to himself, still getting used to having a self aware AI aboard the ship. Shaking his head, he figured it had been about twenty minutes when he made his way to Korsa's quarters.

When designing the ship, both he and Inari had made sure that Korsa's cabin would be big enough for the large woman. He wanted to be sure that everyone aboard would be as comfortable as possible during their travels. He walked up to the door and knocked on it lightly, letting Korsa know he was there. The door slid open soundlessly, and Alex stepped from the deck of a ship, to something that looked like it was out of a romance novel.

There were candles everywhere, lighting everything up in a more intimate setting. The décor of the room was more to what Korsa had wanted, styling much like her home of Khontara. The tone of the room was dark and earthy, yet in a Zen like way, festooned with various knickknacks that came straight from her homeworld. What caught the man's attention immediately was the woman herself.

Lying sideways on her bed, Korsa was dressed in a shimmering set of white lingerie, which glimmered in the dim light. She had thigh-high stockings on, complete with a garter belt and a lacy thong covering her womanhood. Completing the ensemble was a lace bustier and a white leather choker, which connected with a small length of chain. Alex was aroused instantly at the sight of this and could barely contain himself.

"Door lock and engage privacy mode," Korsa called out, the lust in her voice evident.

Before Alex could say or do anything, Korsa crooked her finger and beckoned him to her. His body obeying before his mind could comply, he found himself on her massive bed, kneeling in front of her. He took her face in both hands and brought it to his, kissing her soundly.

She moaned into the man, desiring more from him, but happy with the kiss for the moment. His arms wrapped around her, as his hands quested for her soft points, making her sigh in delight. Korsa returned the favor, her hands roving across Alex's muscular form. It had been a while since she'd had a man all to herself, so she'd make this an event to remember.

"What's with this?" he asked, tugging on the chain that was linked to her choker.

"That... is a little something I have in place, to let you know who has control. You leave the choker on if you want things to be even. Take hold of the chain and pull, if you want control, but don't yank. If you want me to lose control and become a total dominant, take off the choker," she whispered.

Alex looked into her eyes and saw that she was being honest with him about this. He wondered what exactly would happen if he took the choker off. The Croat had a feeling that he'd find out soon enough and went back to kissing her. Korsa responded in kind, grinning inwardly that this time, she would not be interrupted by anything or anyone.

She then felt Alex's hands on her back, releasing the catches for her bustier. The flimsy cloth fell away, falling to the bed as Korsa was being unwrapped. He then pulled away from kissing her, moving his mouth to lick and suck on her tits. Korsa groaned, as her breasts were always hypersensitive and she enjoyed it immensely when someone took the time to play with them.

She upped the ante, getting to her own knees, and peeled Alex out of his clothes, slowly and deliberately. One article at a time, she revealed his muscular form for her to see, her eyes feasting on it. Smiling, she continued, eventually getting the man's pants off and peeling his briefs down. Alex's cock sprang out, and he moaned the moment Korsa's hands gripped and stroked his hard shaft.

Licking her lips in anticipation, Korsa kept stroking the man, making him moan even more. Alex's hands migrated from Korsa's hefty tits to her ass and he was rewarded with large handfuls of her flesh, which he squeezed and kneaded. Korsa shivered in delight at this and gently pushed Alex down, sliding him out of his briefs.

She took in the size of Alex's dick and grinned. Though she was already familiar with it, she hadn't had the chance to take her time with it. She kissed the tip gently, as she then licked it, slowly moistening his tool. Ever so slowly, she took more and more of it into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it. Eventually, she was taking the whole thing, easily fitting Alex's large cock into her mouth.

Alex nearly died and went to heaven in that moment, as Korsa knew how to suck a cock! Plenty of suction on it, while still making it all slick and messy, but taking care not to suck too hard. Korsa kept going, wanting to be sure that her man was hard enough to crack rocks and not long after, he was.

She then felt a tug on the choker, and she pulled her head up, following the tug. Alex was doing as she had said, tugging, but not yanking, making her smile. He continued this, directing her until she was on her back, facing the ceiling. Alex then let go on the chain, letting it fall to the bed, before stating his intent.

"Your turn."

Smiling like a Cheshire cat, Korsa felt Alex slipping her thong off her legs, leaving her pussy bared to him. Seconds later, she left Alex's warm breath on it, before his heated mouth latched onto her. Korsa moaned in bliss as she felt Alex's tongue working her nether lips, stroking and teasing them. He started on her outer lips, slathering them generously, before he went for her inner lips, making the Khontaran woman shiver with each lick.

Since Korsa had teased him, Alex felt that it was fair to do the same to her and took his time teasing her. He kept going, making her wail in frustration as he kept dancing around her steaming channel. Hearing her latest grunt told him that she'd had enough, and he went straight for her hole. Korsa cried out, as the sensation of Alex's tongue inside her tipped the dominoes within her, as an orgasm started to build.

Sensing the change in her need, Alex kept going, wanting to make Korsa cum before he took her. With the way she was writhing, it wouldn't be long until she hit that peak, so Alex stepped up his game. He broke away for a moment, making Korsa pop her head up in annoyance, but then her eyes widened in delight.

Alex stuck his fore and middle fingers in his mouth, lubing them up, before he dove back between her thighs. She could feel his fingers probing her channel and bit her lower lip in anticipation. He continued to lick her pussy, making her leak constantly, before inserting his fingers into her steamy quim.