Project - Prometheus Ch. 32

Korsa moaned loudly as she felt Alex's fingers penetrate her, widening her passage. He then shifted position, licking around her clit area as he fingered her pussy. She squealed as her pleasure levels went up a notch and she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second. Korsa knew that she'd come soon and, on instinct, was certain that her mind would be blown.

Grinning like a madman, Alex kept licking and sucking, making her squeal more and more. He knew that Korsa would come soon and wanted to make sure that she remembered it. She started arching slightly and Alex then made his move, going straight for her clit as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot.

Korsa screamed, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train as she trembled. The shock to her system took her by surprise and she continued to howl as she convulsed. Her legs snapped together and caught Alex on his shoulders. The sheer crushing power in her legs would likely have popped his head and in this case, death by Snu-Snu would have been real! Korsa finally let up a minute later, her orgasm subsiding as she relaxed.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry, Alex!" Korsa replied, as she saw him rubbing his bruised shoulders.

"It's all right. A bit of pain is fine to make my lady lose her ish. Besides, we're only getting started," Alex told her as he tugged on the chain. She slowly sat up as he drew her face to his, kissing her once again. Korsa happily obeyed, giving her all into the kiss, but was shocked when she felt Alex enter her, his dick stretching her quim.

"Oooooohhh! Sneaky little devil!" she purred approvingly.

"Baby, you have no idea!" he growled as he began to saw in and out of her.

Korsa cooed in appreciation as he moved his cock in and out of her. She loved the feeling of a hard dick inside her and wanted nothing more at that moment. There was one thing she wanted more, but paid it no mind, as she wanted to be here, now, in this moment. Korsa rolled her hips, moving with Alex as he pushed himself in and out of her, making her shudder and moan.

Biting her lower lips again, she cocked her left leg, lifting it up to give Alex a better angle. Grinning, Alex took the invitation and switched his direction, coming down on Korsa more. Peeping in delight, Korsa lay there and let herself get pounded by her new boyfriend, letting him have her in the base of ways possible.

Alex was enjoying himself far too much, wanting not only his pleasure to continue, but Korsa's as well. She continued to move and respond in ways that made him sure of what he was doing to her, which spurred him on. He kept driving into her, making her squeal and squeak in bliss. Alex then had an idea and tugged on her chain, making her sit up slightly as she focused on him.

"Choose a position you want," he told her.

"Cowgirl."

"Then take what you desire," Alex told the Khontaran woman, who smiled at him lovingly.

Korsa sighed as Alex pulled out of her, and she scooted over so he could lie down in the center of the bed. She then mounted the man, using one of her lower arms to guide his cock into her, while her upper arms held her tits aloft. Shivering as she felt complete with Alex's cock back in her, Korsa shifted herself so she was now riding him. Going gently, she wanted to enjoy this moment, as it was passionate and loving.

Alex stared up at the big woman who was riding his cock and moaned with desire. Seeing this woman atop him, slowly riding him to completion, nearly did him in. He moved with her, driving his cock into her as they continued to enjoy each other. It was all he could do to stay in that moment and not lose himself.

"Alex..." Korsa shivered. "I'm... almost... there..."

"Cum with me, dear Korsa," Alex breathed, and she did.

Her inner muscles squeezed his cock gently, and he burst inside of her. The two of them sat there, letting the rush of a loving orgasm wash over them, lighting up both of their faces. Korsa looked down at Alex and smiled, happy to have this moment here with him. She kept squeezing him, milking every drop of his essence that she could. Though she knew no children would result from this, she enjoyed the moment anyway, treasuring it.

"Are you... still hard?" Korsa giggled as she kept clenching his dick.

"It's what you do to me and the thought of being with you, that makes me like this," Alex answered honestly. Hearing this brought happy tears to Korsa's eyes, as she could tell he was being honest with her. She shifted and got off Alex, clenching her inner walls hard so his seed didn't escape as she lay down next to him. She kissed him, then told him what she wanted.

"Take me as hard as you want. You've made me feel loved, now make me feel like a woman, in need," she said to him huskily.

"As you wish," Alex smirked as he rolled over on top of her.

His still hard cock entered Korsa's sopping pussy, giving her what she both needed and wanted. He moved in and out of her, going progressively harder and faster, until he was literally slamming into the woman. With each thrust, her whole body jiggled as his dick savaged her quim. Alex was chasing another orgasm and he would have it, as he could feel his balls working overtime to give Korsa another offering.

"Yes! Please!! Fuck... that... pussy!" Korsa yelled, egging Alex on.

"You want it, don't you? You want that human cum? You want it filling your pussy, knocking you up?" Alex questioned, demanding an answer.

"Alex..." Korsa began.

She started losing that feeling, until she felt Alex's hand on her throat, squeezing it gently. Korsa saw the feral look in his eye and knew what game he was playing. He was not going to let her answer anything other than what he wanted to hear. That feeling of need and desire came back tenfold, and she rolled with it, believing that it could happen. Not just believing it, but wanting and needing it to happen, more than anything she ever wanted.

"Yes! Fill me with that human cum!!! Give me your seed!! Oh, gods... make me a real mother!!!" she screamed as she felt her own desire skyrocket, wanting what she spoke of desperately.

"You want those children? You want to get fat with them? Have a whole brood of them running around?" Alex questioned.

"YES! FILL... MEEEE... PPLLLLEEEAAASSSSSEEE!!!" she hollered as she came. Alex roared as he unleashed a second load into Korsa, filling her to the brim with more of his seed. The pair of them soon passed out, as what they experienced was so intense that staying conscious was not possible.

What neither of them noticed though, was how with both of them, an Aetheric corona surrounded them as they coupled that final time. The corona stayed around them, Alex's purple energies blending with Korsa's gold. It stayed around them, sinking into each other before finally fading from sight.

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Inari puttered around the galley, prepping herself some coffee as she readied herself for the first hyperspace waypoint. Though it wasn't a big deal per se, she still had to be awake long enough to drop the ship from hyperspace, before setting their new destination. Just as she finished setting it up, the five-minute warning signal went off, alerting her to the fact that it was nearly time.

She meandered her way to the cockpit, coffee in hand, looking every inch the bedraggled woman on a Saturday. Inari was happy that few people ever got to see her this way, and she blinked owlishly as she sat down in the cockpit, sipping her java. Going through the motions, Inari set the navi-computer to be ready to start a calculation the moment they dropped from hyperspace.

"Ugh... where do you get the energy to get shit done around here, love?" Priya asked as she shambled up to where Inari sat, holding a cup of coffee in her hands.

"Do you see me right now, babe? Do I look like I have a lot of energy?" Inari scoffed as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"You have a shit ton more than me. You were an absolute beast earlier! When you stuffed me so hard that last bit, I didn't know if I was going to wake up," Priya murmured over her coffee.

"I do recall you making me scream like a banshee earlier. It felt like I was floating out there among the spirits and angels, until you dragged me back to the mortal realm," Inari grumped with a smirk on her face.

"Still, how do you find the energy to do this... after that?" Priya questioned.

"Weight training, routine and lots of protein in my diet," Inari smiled as she finally hit the lever, dropping them from hyperspace. Priya had already braced herself for the hyper drop, as the computer chimed out a gentle alarm to tell her so.

"Seems like it's a busy day at this waypoint," Priya remarked.

"Well, it is a heavily traversed waypoint, since it goes to so many systems," Inari answered. Though she admitted there was a lot of traffic there. Several merchant ships were milling along as they headed to their hyperspace jump points. Other, smaller personal craft also moved about, all under the watchful eye of Federation military vessels.

"Looks to be a very busy day for those boys," Priya noted, as one of the Federation ships were currently docked with another merchant ship.

"Contraband inspections or a tip off. No concern to us though," Inari stated as she punched up the co-ordinates to their next waypoint on the journey to Prodosia.

She noted that several other ships were in queue for the jump point they needed to use. Seeing how there was nothing for it, she got in line, waiting for their turn to make the jump. Inari also saw how other ships were moving just past them, heading for nearby points, but she paid them no mind. All part of the business of commerce and travel in this galaxy.

"So, hitting the weights and eating more protein would give me the same sort of energy levels that you have?" Priya asked as she sipped her drink.

"It would, yeah. Put more of the nutrients you eat to better use, making your body a more efficient machine," Inari told her lover.

"Hmm. Teach me the ins and outs of it? I know the theory but haven't really set foot in a gym since the academy. Got what I needed out of yoga to stay trim," Priya admitted.

"Well then, I'll set the course for the waypoint, we'll get some more sleep, then I'll take you through the basics," Inari grinned, happy to have her girlfriend as her workout buddy.

"Speaking of which..." Priya gestured, pointing out the viewport.

Inari turned her head and noted that it was their turn to make the jump. The others ahead of her had already cleared and the lineup behind her was waiting. The navi-computer had just finished spitting out the co-ordinates, so Inari hit the required buttons, priming the hyperdrive. A few seconds later, she got the acceptance chime, telling her all was ready, and she hit the lever, taking the Darkstrider to hyperspace.

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Unknown to the crew of the Darkstrider, their ship was being watched by unfriendly eyes. One of the merchant ships present at the waypoint was, in fact, a pirate vessel. It was one of the few infiltrator ships under the command of Joseph Briggs, and one of the few he used to gain intelligence on Veldhern in the first place. It had been flying in and out of the waypoint for several days, hoping to find its quarry, which it finally had.

They quietly watched as the Darkstrider headed on their way and the captain of the ship marked down the trajectory and possible destinations they were headed to. Because of the Federation military ships nearby, they didn't stay for much longer. They opted to take an adjacent route to the Darkstrider, hoping they'd find it again.

"Open a channel to Commander Briggs," the captain told his comms officer.

"Channel opening... it's open now, sir. Go ahead," the wiry man told him.

"Commander, I have news!" the stocky captain said out loud, as the hologram of Briggs formed on the main display panel.

"Good news, I would assume?" the rotund man asked.

"Yes, sir! We've gotten a bead on the Darkstrider and have a trajectory in which they are headed," the man told his superior excitedly.

"Splendid news!! You are after them, yes?" Briggs questioned, eager to hear.

"We are currently on an adjacent hyperspace route. We didn't want to do a direct follow and give ourselves away just yet," the man replied.

"Smart move! I am contacting other infiltrators in the possible sectors in which they could out of. If they head in any particular direction, we'll know about it," Briggs cackled gleefully.

"Are we to continue our attempts to track them?" the captain queried.

"Provided you keep your distance and your cover. If they sense anything or anyone is coming at them, they'll go to full war footing and we can't be having that," Briggs told his subordinate.

"Understood. Peregrine, out," the man replied, closing the line.

"We really going after those guys that fucked up the Talon, Sahrnok, and the Naglfar?" one of the helmsmen asked, his voice on edge.

"Yes, we are. But, with a little bit of luck and a whole lot of careful searching, they'll never see us coming."

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Briggs sat back, having just finished issuing orders for three other infiltrator ships to search for the Darkstrider. They would head to the hyperspace waypoints along the trajectory it was travelling in, hoping that the ship would stop in at least one of them. It wasn't an exact science, but it had done well enough for any target they were tracking. The fat man only hoped that they would at least find the next place that ship stopped.

He turned back to his viewport, which afforded him a view of the fleet he had commanded at Veldhern. A growl escaped his lips as he surveyed the damage that the Second and Third fleets had wrought upon them. More than half the ships were either destroyed or left floating as derelicts, while what remained was in total shambles.

The mechanics and repair crews were making good time though, as everything was proceeding ahead of schedule. He only hoped that it would be battle ready soon, as he had much to do and very little time to do it in. He'd been chastised for his failure to take Veldhern as planned, but he was forgiven for it.

The Darkstrider possessed tech that gave the defense fleets the edge required to attain victory, which was a variable that was out of his hands. His suggestion to try tracking down the Darkstrider was the only reason that he was still alive and in command. The fact that he wasn't letting this loss stop him also lent credence to his capabilities as a commander.

They would resume raiding activities, taking what ships they could find to bolster their fleet's numbers. The one thing they had demanded, which he wasn't happy about, was that they were being reinforced. Briggs was happy with the men he had under his command and vouched for their abilities. As far as he was concerned, they had what they needed to get this done.

But the Pirate Lady Zarkazh was insistent on the matter of them getting some help. Primarily from seasoned raiders and commanders and the rest of the Pirate Lords and Ladies agreed. The fact was, that when she spoke, the others listened, which was an ability that he envied.

Personally, Briggs hated Zarkazh, as she represented a great portion of the strength that the Pirate Lords commanded. In Briggs' eyes, a woman shouldn't hold, nor command such power. The fact she did grated on the man in the worst possible way, but Briggs knew better than to argue with someone like her. She not only had more power than he did, she commanded far more respect than he ever could.

He often wondered why that was, but waved the thought away as he focused on the repair reports coming in. All thoughts of Lady Zarkazh, along with the fleets and respect she commanded, was pushed to the back of his mind. Briggs was happy to see that everything on the repairs looked good and was grinning at the level of progress being made. It wasn't until his assistant came scrambling up, puffing as he was running.

"Ugh. What is it, Krug?" Briggs asked, sounding bored.

"Sir, we have incoming! A fleet is poised to drop in out of hyperspace!" the man told him.

"What?!? How could a fleet know of our position?!?!?" the round man roared.

"It's not the Federation or any of the other government groups that are coming, sir. We just received transmissions from the flagship of the fleet. It's from one of Zarkazh's battleships, the Morrigan!" Krug replied.

"She sent us her whole second battle fleet?!? Assembled everyone important at the main hangar, immediately!! Tell them all to be at their best!!" Briggs shouted and the assistant raced off to give the orders.

Briggs quickly rearranged his uniform and did what he could for his appearance, before moving as quickly as he could to the main hangar. He got there just as Zarkazh's battle fleet arrived out of hyperspace. No alarms went up, but the ships on patrol gave them a flyby, to ensure they were who they said. After confirming this, the patrol broke off to resume their duties, as a shuttle left one of the hangar bays on the Morrigan.

Briggs stood at attention, as did many of the men who were assembled there. Even Rat Face, who normally wasn't one for such deportment, was standing quietly, making no trouble. The shuttle, which was a sleek, elegant thing, slowly coasted its way into the hangar where Briggs and his men were waiting. Its landing struts swung out, and it landed gently in front of them.

With a pneumatic hiss, the boarding ramp lowered, allowing the passengers of the shuttle to debark. Out of the shuttle came an odd procession, which consisted of three Takharians, two humans, two Naucturi, all led by one Rondathan. The thing that was odd about it, was that they were all women, which made Briggs' mind churn in distaste.

Lady Zarkazh had sent him a fleet of women?!? His blood boiled at the fact that these women had come to assist him and, for the time being, take command. That was until his fleet was back up to where it should be. Briggs hated this, but he knew that he had to work with them, or risk being cut loose and on his own. Mustering all the dignity he had, the man saluted the Rondathan, who was clearly the leader there.

"Captain Joseph Briggs, ma'am, commander of this battle group," he said. She looked to be ready to respond, but Rat Face then guffawed, as though he thought the whole idea funny.

"I gotta tell you, this is one hell of a prank! Where did the bosses find you, sweetie? Dancing on some run down station for trinkets?" Rat Face laughed. Some other men looked ready to join the man in his mirth, but they wisely kept their places.

"Why don't you come here, and I'll tell you where they found me?" she asked him delightedly, her musical tone putting the man at ease. Rat Face ambled up, swaggering like he knew what was what, and put his arm around the woman.

"Now, sweets, how about you..." Mike started genially, before he was taken by the throat.

Briggs hadn't noticed, but the woman's right arm was completely cybernetic, but designed to resemble the shape of her flesh and blood arm. This was a bad thing for Rat-Faced Mike, as that was the arm that currently had him by the throat. He choked heavily, his face going slightly blue, before she let him go. His humiliation didn't end there, as the Rondathan sacked him hard, before backhanding the man, sending him sprawling.

"My name is Captain Jolena Sortani. First Mate to Lady Zarkazh, commander of her battle fleets and Voice of the Pirate Lords," she announced.

"Apologies for the actions of some of my men, captain. Some of them are in need of training and a proper dose of manners," Briggs apologized.

"See that they get them. The next man to lay hands on myself, or any members of my fleet, uninvited, will suffer far more than this sorry excuse for a sack of shit," she vocalized as she kicked Rat Face in his stomach to drive home her point. The captains and officers assembled nodded vigorously, aware that they were dealing with a true hardass.