The Captain’s Daughter

"Wait" she said, then turned and gave me another long kiss that felt like it would never end. My hands roamed all over her body, one finding itself delicately circling her labia. She'd shaved and was totally hairless now. She pulled something from a bag that had been attached to the wall and folded up her bunk. I was confused, but her plan started to make sense. Zero-G sex could be a lot of fun, but requires some forethought and coordination.

The straps must have been from Janey's "bag of tricks" and I didn't want to know where they came from, but they were more comfortable than the ship-issue ones we'd been using to keep ourselves in our bunks to sleep. My lover flipped me on my back against the wall with a strap over my chest and another two holding my legs in place, slightly spread. The last leg-strap in place I felt her hands on my thighs, followed by her tongue on my cock. It had been months since our night in the hotel and I knew I wouldn't last long under attention like this. My climax came with a muffled shout as my whole body tensed then released, but she held on for dear life, arms hands wrapped around my butt, as I released months of pent-up sexual desire in a stream into her waiting mouth.

"Good start, white boy." she said as I felt my orgasm seemed to just keep rolling over me. She twisted: Her chubby body amazingly graceful in zero-g, and I found myself looking at her clean-shaven slit as I felt her hands walk along my body. Our height made a '69' difficult, but zero-g made it much easier. Her thighs floated past my ears as she made her approach, and I leaned forward in anticipation. She tasted good, better than anyone should have days in a stinky spaceship. I grabbed her and pulled her in, guiding her onto my waiting tongue so I could explore her waiting vulva. I could hear her draw in a deep breath, then stop, her breath catching. I imagined her pretty head leaned back, eyes closed, perhaps biting her lip as she felt the onrush of ecstasy under my touch.

Her orgasm seemed different this time, maybe from the zero-g. She pulled herself in close, hugging me, and she quivered as she stifled a moan. She cleaned my cock with her tongue as her thighs clamped on to my head. Her hips swiveled and bucked against me. It wasn't until she finished her long shuddering orgasm that I noticed I was erect again, my hard cock brushing against her ear.

She pushed back from me and spun in mid-air again. A laugh of joy, "Looks like we both really enjoyed that."

I remember her long braid of shiny dark hair trailing away, caught in some stray air current. I watched it as she grabbed me again, her hands in my armpits. I brought my own arms around, grabbing her and pulling her in as she situated herself then pushed herself down onto me. I felt my head brush against her warm lips as she repositioned and tried again. Now I felt her tight muscles clamp on to me. We tried finding a rhythm but found it difficult without gravity's assistance. I didn't mind: She felt delightfully warm and comfortable wrapped around me and even after the blowjob I felt I would pop off again if given too much attention right now. She was enjoying herself too: She leaned back, allowing me to massage her breasts and suckle at her prominent dark nipples. We kissed more, then she made a sort of sigh as she moved a bit, feeling my hard cock move within her. She repeated the motion, finding it was more like leaning forward on all fours than typical sex. She orgasmed, forcing herself to limit herself to strangled moans and cries far quieter than the loud triumphant screams we'd shared in the hotel months before. I was rapidly reaching my own climax and she could surely tell. With a devilish smile she reached behind my head, then before I could say anything I felt my mouth stuff with a pair of her panties. They smelled as good as she did, and it wasn't like I was opposed to her taste, but I found myself laughing into the underwear at the same time as my manhood erupted into her again.

I spit the underwear out. "Nice trick." I laughed.

"Didn't want to wake the whole ship." She said with smile on her face. She dismounted from my softening rod, smiling in pleasure. One hand produced some wipes from the 'bag of tricks' she'd borrowed from Janey while the other began releasing the straps that held me here.

"We better clean up. Janey said you'd be the one that'd suffer if we left jizm all over her cabin." she said, giving her breasts a final squeeze of pleasure.

We cleaned and made small talk as we did: We'd both have to dress ourselves and make a discrete trip to he head for more wipes, but that would wait until we policed the room for anything that would draw her statuesque roommate's ire.

"So I've been meaning to ask..." I said cautiously. "What's happening when we finish this cruise?"

Her face darkened and I wondered if I'd hit a sore spot. This wonderful woman was so open, but perhaps she wanted more than a crew slot on her father's ship? "I don't know, really. I was hoping we could have a real date when we got back to Ironforge, maybe spend a few days together."

"Sounds good." I said, pulling wipes from the air and placing them in a waste bag. "I've got some cash saved up if you want to share a starlight suite down on the resort deck, maybe?"

"Perfect." she purred as she began struggling her jumpsuit back on, which only excited me again as she arched her back thrusting her breasts at me.

The rest of the trip home was uneventful, but I think Hina and I had given up any pretense of hiding out growing affection. it didn't even phase me when Captain Sato made a rare visit while I was working in Engineering and after the usual small talk about the ship and upcoming maintenance, grabbed my hand and said, "Take care of her. As long as you treat her right I can't complain."

I knew the her he was talking about wasn't the 'Leaping Koi.'

We returned to Ironforge and docked in a bay. The repairs from the failed nav module would be extensive as a piece of hull would need to be replaced, so we had some time. True to my word, I took her to a a nice dinner and rented a starlight suite on the resort deck: Unlike the tiny bedroom of our earlier rendezvous or the even smaller cabin she had shared with Janey, we had actual room! It was like a small apartment, and we took the opportunity to fuck on every flat surface we could think of in the bedroom, the living room, even once on the counter in the kitchenette that hung off the living room. All with an amazing view: The starlight suites featured a luxurious window that allowed us to watch the stars and see other ships arriving and departing.

One afternoon I returned from a nearby market with dinner (a bowl of pre-made salad and two pork chops imported from Earth) and found her just sitting on the couch watching the stairs. She had usually greeted me enthusiastically but she seemed subdued and I was immediately worried. I set the food down and asked her what was wrong.

"Olaf, I just, well..." She trailed off. Normally coming home to see her in panties and a t-shirt (my t-shirt, a giveaway from Jettron Attitude Thrusters) was a prelude to more active pursuits, but I could tell she wasn't in the moon. Her thighs were spread, and I could see the small tattoo I'd seen nearly two years before when we'd first explored each other's bodies.

"Olaf, is this a real relationship or just fucking?"

I wasn't expecting this. I wanted a more serious relationship, but now I was scared. What if she just thought this was a fun fling before she went back to her academy brats?

My mouth was dry. "I, uh. I want you happy."

"No, really, we need to talk. Because I want you happy too. Am I just your little college girl fucktoy fling?"

I moved to be in front of her and look her in her pretty brown eyes, "No, of course not. I just... I just..."

I said it, "I love you."

She gulped and her voice was an almost undetectable whisper, "You do? Really?"

I grabbed her hands in mine and nodded my head. "Yes. Since the day we met, it think. Let's get dinner on and talk more."

She hummed musically as we heated the pork and made plates to eat from. As we ate, we talked more: She was considering a 'remote semester' option here she could do some of her classes by remote and stay for another voyage on the Koi, but eventually she'd need to do another semester in person so she'd have to skip. I assured her that I'd wait for her if that's what it took and we could work something out. I didn't have much: My parents were both deceased and no siblings, so I was pretty unencumbered.

We thought as we chewed our meal.

"Need to talk about something else, too. If we're serious you need to know kids are, well, interesting..."

I smiled, "Not really something I was rushing into with the way our lives go, but what's so interesting?"

She spread her leg and rubbed the tattoo inside her thigh. I'd been close to it many a time at this point, but she never wanted to talk about it. "'VG-3' is the gene-mod package Mom gave me. One side effect is conception's difficult. I lied to you our first night... Didn't need a pill as I'm steril without paying GeneCorp a fee."

I had heard of gene-mod tech, but most of what I'd heard of were simple things. Most medical would cover avoiding birth defects for no charge of course, with extra fees for simple tweaks like making sure you're child got the sex the parents wanted or carried on Mom's ginger hair she'd gotten from her mother. Simple stuff. The packages were the more complex stuff. They were out of fashion these days after some ugly lawsuits and some poor kids who needed special environments to live, but I guess my girlfriend had been conceived before they'd fallen out of fashion.

She explained the 'Vacuum General, 3rd Generation' package to me. She preferred to call it the 'Void Girl' package in her usual sarcastic fashion. I listened as she explained that she'd been tweaked in many ways to make her exceptionally suited for life in space. Her compact size and build was resource-efficient and she had an enhanced sense of 3-d space that explained her grace in zero-gravity. She healed fast, including radiation damage, and was even resistant to pressure a bit more than a baseline human, which explained how she'd done so well when she was trapped in engineering. Her sleep cycle was modified, perfect for the weird shifts spacers tended to end up pulling. Even her body odor and natural smells were tweaked: That explained why she'd seemed so much fresher and cleaner than everyone else when the Koi was drifting for a few days.

We talked and made a plan: One more trip together, and I'd make her an honest woman or we'd split as friends. After that trip she'd head back to the academy and finish up and we'd make a plan to meet as soon as we could after we graduated.

Then her comm chirped. Not a noise I was used to, so probably not an all-crew emergency, but she seemed concerned.

"Shit shit shit shit shit..." I calmed her down and got the story: her mom was on the station. She was traveling to Earth for an upcoming semester teaching and wanted to see her daughter and ex-husband while she was around them. Hina knew this could end in tears: Her parents had barely spoken in years and their marriage had ended badly with lots of anger on both sides. She could handle either of them, but the two together was her idea of hell.

I had an idea. It was daring and maybe foolhardy, but it was what I wanted.

I swung around in front of Hina, one knee in the carpet of the starlight suite. "Sato Hina, will you marry me?"

Her pretty eyes grew wide. I had taken her hands in mine, but of course had no ring. "If your parents can be civil for their daughter's wedding..."

"Yes! Yes!" she said, laughing.

Calls were made: It wasn't the first time a spacer wedding was thrown together at short notice. I had attended one myself a year before I singed on with Sato. With fixed launch windows and romances sometimes it's the only way. I messaged the crew and was relieved to hear that Janey and Murtaugh were just back from a week exploring Rome. They suggested we all meet at the ship, then changed to the same restaurant we'd eaten in nearly two years before the morning after our first night together.

"We can do this. This is totally Murtaugh's thing" Janey looked a bit exhausted and was wearing dark sunglasses, but the challenge was exciting her. Murtaugh merely smiled at us, his heavy-set face looking cherubic as he planned some sort of festivities.

"So you need a place to hold it, an officiant, some outfits..." Trim was still drinking, but had promised he'd be sober for the ceremony. "Wait, I've got a license from the Church of the Stars."

"Dig it out, son." Bristol had arrived late, but then he'd been supervising work on the 'Leaping Koi' while the rest of us were off partying.

Captain Sato had been left out of the planning of course. He'd figure out as soon as he got an invitation. Janey and Mutaugh took the lead, a rapid-fire discussion of possible venues they could get on short notice.

The next day I was standing in a hastily fitted suit next to a loading platform. We had somehow ended up with use of a facility near the center of the habitat that Janey promised would be memorable. There'd be trams to carry guests to the space. I was greeting guests as they arrived and loaded int he waiting tram cars.

"Okay, groom. Into the transport so we can get you in place." Bristol had stepped up and was handling so many little things like traffic control for the incoming guests and caterers while Murtaugh and Janey finished prep at the venue. I was led down a service corridor and pushed into a tiny tram car with a thumbs up, "You're on in ten!"

I rode in silence alone in the four-person car. A ding announced my arrival, and I pushed off: I'd entered a zero-g portion of the station.

Janey had smiled the day before when she thought of a way to show off Hina's best assets, and that involved her acrobatic talents. So we had a a zero-g wedding.

The ceremony was a blur: Our only groomsman and bridesmaid were Murtaugh and Janey who arrived in shiny slick outfits that I assumed were part of the games they played. The venue had been hastily outfitted with a few rows of benches (with lap belts) and gently-drifting loops of garland with plastic flowers woven into them. Trim, bedecked in a suit and a vest embroidered with symbols of the Church of the Stars he'd hastily had fabricated, stood proudly behind a podium.

Guests filled the seats. There weren't many, but we'd invited a couple dozen people we knew from other ships, residents of Ironforge, and the like.

I took my place at the podium as the rest of the wedding filled in. Hina's mother certainly resembled her. I couldn't tell if she was happy for the surprise wedding or disappointed. She didn't raise a fuss, though.

Hina entered, escorted by her father. She was beautiful: Janey and Murtaugh had helped her get a dress on short notice. Maybe it wasn't the most traditional wedding dress, but it was a beautiful dress that fit tightly around her shapely legs and butt and flattered her belly and chest. A ring of flowers (plastic again, unfortunately) held a gauzy veil in place over her face. All white with lavender accents.

She drifted into the room, kicked off, and managed to drift nearly into place without a single touch, all while holding the bouquet. It took a small touch on her elbow to allow her to fit into place. The ceremony was a blur as I had eyes only for my new wife: We exchanged rings that Bristol had crafted for us. He'd made them from the patch-plate we'd installed over the engineering leak last cruise.

And we kissed, of course. A wonderful kiss as we held each other in front of our friends and family.

Our wedding night was another gift from Janey and Murtaugh. A zero-g room to recreate our previous experience, but this time it was a padded room with more than a few attachments and a glorious zero-g shower rig. I waited for my new wife's arrival: I had had more sex in he also few weeks than the rest of my life, but I was still unimaginably horny at the thought of my new wife entering our honeymoon chamber. Our first time as husband and wife.

The door slid open and she entered, drifting gently. The tight dress tightly encased her breasts but left the top uncovered. She wore heels which seemed ridiculous in zero-g, but still turned me on.

"My husband!" Hina floated in with a smile on her face. She tried to push her breast up with her hands, but strapped in as they were they barely moved. Not that they needed to.

We came together in the middle of the chamber. She nuzzled my chest with her head, then growled, "Stick it in me, white boy."

We were both aroused and perhaps a bit drunk, but removing my suit and especially her dress was a complex process. We laughed: It was fumbling and tentative like it was our first time making love to each other, not the great sex we'd been having for a couple weeks since the Koi docked.

I could feel my dick practically tingling with excitement as we carefully removed each other's clothes and packed them back in boxes that had been thoughtfully placed by our friends.

Naked, she looked beautiful as always. Her hair had been pulled loose from the tight braid and floated around her like a black cloak behind her head. She wore makeup, something she'd never done before. She didn't need it, but it looked good on her. We kissed, drifting around the chamber.

I kneaded at her breasts as we drifted to a wall, landing with a soft thump and a sigh as my cock pushed between her thighs. Not taking my eyes off hers, I fumbled in a wall pocket and pulled a few tie-downs free. A series of kisses along her breasts and arms as I attached a tie-down to each arm, then one to each foot. I massaged her feet a bit, kissing her toes, then pushed off. She moaned slightly and I could see a dampness from her crotch.

I'd secured her to the wall, but wasn't as graceful as she was, so I fumbled a bit and smashed into her as I pushed my way over. We both laughed, but her laughs turned to a deep moan as I began to worship her body starting with a long suck on her stiff left nipple nipple, then a series of kisses and some time on the right nipple, delicately working my tongue around her areola to pleasure her. Her hips wiggled as she moaned, and I pushed myself down so I could gently spread her legs and place my head between her thighs. I kissed her right on the gene-mod ID tattoo then let my tongue wander to her needy slit. She orgasmed quickly, her legs pulling against the restraints; her thighs rubbing against my head.

I pulled myself up, feeling my cock bounce as it rubbed along her leg. She licked her lips, begging me to penetrate her.

"I need you." she moaned. I slid in to her waiting pussy and felt her glorious warmth. Muscles twitched and I felt like I was restrained now, unable to separate from her even if I wanted to. We found a rhythm easier this time, able to find hand-holds that allowed me to move in and out of her warm vulva with ease. We climaxed nearly simultaneously, or moans forming a chorus of pleasure.

I released her straps and we floated lazily through the room. That was our honeymoon: a night in a rented zero-g sex-room.

The next day things moved fast. We had a surprisingly polite brunch with Hina's parents and made our plans: Hina would join the crew for another run, a shorter seven month hitch from Ironforge to Jupiter and back. After that she'd return to the academy and finish her classes. It'd be hard on us to be separated so soon, but I know I'd wait for her. And she would wait for me.

The Earth-Jupiter run was just as you'd expect. There was some grumbling but we convinced Murtaugh to just move into Janey's cabin so Hina should share mine. I'm sure everyone heard our passionate lovemaking, but didn't care. I'm pretty sure I heard Janey and Murtaugh once, now that I was listening for it.