The Passenger Ch. 10

Finding the rhythm I had been looking for, I let her ride out the wave of her orgasm, then let her come down again, but only enough so I could catch her and push her back up those slopes of ecstasy until her next climax tore through her, and again, and again... Her clit felt as hard as a little pebble under my tongue, and the lips of her pussy contracted again and again as her cries of pleasure echoed off the bulkhead. She came and came and came again, I don't know how many times.

Eventually she pulled my head away from her as she slumped back in the chair, panting and sweating. She sat there for a few long moments until her breathing had slowed, and then she opened her eyes. There was a strange hunger in the way she looked at me.

"I want you inside me," she said softly. "I want to feel you there."

So I sat up on my knees and scooted forward. My cock had long since returned to full hardness and was standing up straight, firm and proud, and with the tip of it I touched the hot, wet and slick entrance of her pussy. Gently, carefully, I began to push forward until I felt her outer lips begin to part before me.

"Wait," she said. "Let me get on top of you."

I stood up and held out my hand. She took it, and I helped her to get up. Then we switched placed again, me sitting down on the chair and Anne standing before me. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and lifted her leg to straddle me. She took my rock-hard cock in her hand and guided it until it touched the entrance of her pussy. Then she slowly lowered herself, and under the gentle pressure the tip of my cock parted the lips of her pussy and slipped between them. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself, impaling herself upon me, and we both moaned softly as the engorged head of my cock parted her inner flesh. Once again I noticed that I was so much more sensitive right now, and from the way she moaned and from the expression on her face I gathered that she was, too, and she felt pretty much what I felt: our most sensitive spots slid across each other in the most amazing way as my hard cock invaded the hot, wet, slick softness of her most intimate place, inch by slow inch. Pure delight infused my groin, and she shivered with pleasure as I slid deeper and deeper into her.

We both loved it this way; me on the chair and Anne sitting on my hard cock. In this position I entered her so deeply, and I felt myself bottom out as the head of my cock entered her very center, tight and searing hot. Then she sat in my lap; my hardness extending deep into her softness, and all I had to do was to bend forward a little to kiss her glorious breasts and lick her nipples. She crooned softly as the tip of my tongue touched those rock-hard buds.

"Yes... Just like that..." she whispered. "Just like that..."

I put my arms around her back and gently pulled her against me. We began to move together, gently rocking back and forth, which kept my cock deep inside her but rubbed her clit across the base of it. Her body felt tense, as if a great pressure were building within her, and she moaned softly as I put my lips around one the rock-hard tips of her breasts. I caressed those lovely buttons with my lips, first the one and then the other, and I would have sworn that they swelled even more under my touch. As I flicked my tongue across them, slowly at first but faster and faster, her soft moans grew louder. I enveloped one of those pebbled buds with my lips and sucked it until my teeth gently scraped across its tense surface. Meanwhile my hands slid down across her back until they found the swell of her butt, and I began to squeeze those soft yet firm globes, aiding her in her movements, rocking back and forth, back and forth...

Suddenly her hands gripped my shoulders, and her moans became a cry as her body tensed up. Then her back arched and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock as the full force her orgasm hit her. I held her tightly as she rode out her climax, sitting on my cock, my arms around her, and she shook with the violence of her release, her juices running down my balls.

Eventually she relaxed and I held her against me as her breathing slowed.

"That felt so good," she said softly. "You fill me so nicely. You're so big and hard and deep inside me, and when you sucked my nipples I could feel it in my clit... I really think Por has got something this time. I could get used to this."

I moved my hands down to her butt again and began to caress those lovely, round shapes.

"Hmm," I said. "You're quite a handful."

"Two hands full, you mean."

"Absolutely," I said. "You fill both my hands so perfectly."

"And you fill me so perfectly, my love. This feels so... right."

She slowly pushed herself up, gently pulling me out of her, then lowered herself to slide back down upon me again. We both moaned softly. The feeling was incredible. She was so hot and slick and wet and tight, and as her inner flesh slid across the engorged head of my cock it was as if I could feel every single bit of it, so much more clearly then usual.

"I swear you're bigger and harder than before, right now," she said softly. "And I can feel you a little deeper inside me as well."

"Could be," I said. "Or maybe we're just more sensitive right now. I don't know. But does it really matter?"

She smiled and shook her head.

"Not really. Not now."

She gently pushed herself up before sliding her pussy down again around my hot, hard cock, and the feeling of her inner flesh parting before me and sliding across the head of my cock was amazing. Further and further I invaded her most intimate depths. Then she lifted off me again to empty herself, before reversing and impaling herself upon me once more. Slowly she rode me like that, and her breasts bounced gently before me as her lovely buns filled the palms of my hand, and I could feel her muscles under the soft yet firm flesh as she rode me, up and down, up and down...

Suddenly she leaned forward and began to rock back and forth on my cock again, keeping me deep inside her as her clit rubbed across my pubic bone. My hands clasped her buns firmly, helping her keep the rhythm as my mouth found one of her nipples, grabbed it, sucked it, gently bit down on it and then pulled back until my teeth scraped across its hard surface...

And with a deep grunt she came, hard, and the feeling of her contracting pussy squeezing my hard shaft was unbelievable. A gulf of her inner heat infused the head of my cock and I felt things happening, deep inside her, that I had never felt before. I gently bit her nipple agaain and rocked back and forth myself on the seat of the chair to try and prolong her orgasm. She grunted again, and I felt her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she continued to ride me with those short, fast strokes.

But suddenly I wanted more. Sitting on the chair like that forced me to remain more or less passive and let her do the driving, so to speak, and it felt awesome, but somehow that wasn't enough for me anymore. I wanted to take her, I wanted to ravage her.

Maybe it was time to change the venue.

Holding her butt firmly, I leaned forward. She put her arms around my neck as I slowly stood up. I took some effort, especially since her body was still tense and shaking as her climax continued, or maybe she was just having another one, but she did manage to wrap her legs around the small of my back.

Holding her, I began to thrust my hips back and forth, and she screamed again as yet another orgasm hit her, right on the heels of the previous one. I took a step, then another, as she held onto me, still deep in orgasm, and made my way to the door of our stateroom. Stepping inside, I sat down on my knees on the wide, creamy expanse of the bed before carefully lowering her onto her back. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"Do it," she whispered. "Cum with me."

I withdrew my cock from her sopping, hot depths until I almost slipped out of her, then drove back into her pussy with one swift thrust. She moaned softly as I began to fuck her with long, slow and deep strokes.

"Yes... Yes... Yes... " she muttered softly.

I felt my pleasure rise and rise, and my strokes came harder, faster, deeper now. My cock was a bar of steel, and she moaned with every stroke, softly at first but louder and louder as I felt myself getting near the edge and my thrusts became more forceful.

"Yes... Harder... harder... Fuck me, Harvey, fuck me hard... Yes, yes, yes..."

I began to grunt as the pleasure infused me, and once again it rose slowly, so slowly, and I felt every bit of every stroke, my hardness invading the softness of her hot, wet inner flesh again and again. Suddenly she cried out and I felt her pussy squeeze my hard shaft as she came again, shivering under me, her eyes screwed shut and her face a rictus of pleasure, as my own arousal began to peak until burst out of control...

And then... I came! Yes! Gods, how I came! It was as if a lightning bolt of pure pleasure struck the head of my cock, and blue flashes of sexual energy arced across the length of the shaft, through my balls and outward through my groin, then bursting out from me and into her. I felt my cum boil up from within me, rush through my pulsing shaft and bursting out of the head of my cock, jetting into her spasming pussy again and again as I filed her to overflowing with rope after rope of my cum. It was as if a stream of cum ran out of me and into her as I came and came in an explosion that just kept exploding.

But something else was different, too, this time. On previous occasions during a particularly intense orgasm such as this, the pleasure had tended to blot out everything else. But now, for lack of a better description, I remained more aware. Somehow, I remained completely conscious of every single little detail: the stream of cum that spurted out of me every time my cock pulsed; the way her pussy squeezed my cock, squeezing out more of her juices with every contraction; the wave of her inner heat that seemed to flow down from her innermost core as she came; the wetness filling her as my cum mingled with her inner juices and the way it flowed out of her around my cock; the tautness of her muscles while the pleasure of her climax held her in its grip; the way her body shook under me as she came with me; her inner flesh sliding across the engorged head of my cock as I continued to fuck her through our mutual orgasm... Once again it was as if time slowed down to let me experience our combined ecstasy in more detail than ever before.

And that wasn't the only thing. When, after what seemed forever, the intensity of my orgasm finally began to subside, the pleasure somehow remained. I felt just like before my climax had hit me; very aroused and close to cumming, my cock still hot and hard and strong. Vaguely I remembered something Por had said about hormone responses, something about manipulating prolactin or dopamine or something like that. I hadn't followed much of it, but he'd reckoned that whatever it was he might be on to could useful. At this point I tended to agree with him. It was as if I hadn't cum at all. I felt strong. I felt ten feet tall. I felt like I could do this all night.

Maybe it was time to test that feeling.

I continued to fuck Anne's pussy without even breaking stride. She had her eyes closed, and a deep red blush had crept over her face and chest. She moaned softly, a cute "Oh... oh... oh..." every time I drove my rock-hard length into the hot, wet depths of her pussy, and the soft, sopping sounds it made whenever it invaded her most intimate spot formed a wonderful counterpoint to her voice. My strokes were unhurried, long and deep, and the base of my cock ground into her engorged clit every time I felt myself bottom out at the end of each stroke.

Suddenly I felt my pleasure rise again, and I realized I was getting close to another orgasm. Anne was right there with me, though, judging from the expression on her face and the way her moans grew louder. Together we ascended that wonderful slope, taking each other up and up to that ultimate peak of pleasure, and when she cried out in her release so did I, once again filling her hot, wet core to overflowing as my pulsing cock pumped its load deep into her, and the supply of it seemed to be inexhaustible as her pussy gripped me, milking me for more and more.

We held each other; her arms tightly around me; mine around her. Our faces touched, cheek to cheek; my chin was nestled into the crook of her shoulder and hers in mine, and she had her legs wrapped around the small of my back as we moved together as if in a dance.

And as we moved as one, my hard cock so deeply buried inside her that it extended into the heat of her very core, I felt her inside me, too, in a way that had nothing to do with our physical union. Somehow, in a way I can't really put into words, her consciousness became a part of mine, and through that sharing I felt her having the same experience. Gradually the joining of our bodies became a joining of consciousness, a melding of minds, a merging of souls if you will, in a way that went far beyond the physical. She was a part of me as much as I was a part of her, and somehow we both knew that we would always be a part of one another in this way, regardless of whether or not our bodies were locked together like this, regardless of how deep my hardness invaded her softness.

We moved as one, and we came as one, and again, and then again, but gradually our mutual orgasms seemed to blur until they ceased to matter, and all that remained was the shared pleasure, the merging, the joining. And much later when we slept, her body against mine and my arms around her, she shared my dreams as much as I knew I shared hers. When we slowly woke up, a warm and dark eternity later, we needed no words to talk about it.

In the shower, as I washed her back and my hands almost automatically found the wonderfully round curves of her glorious breasts, I suddenly realized once again how happy I was. Anne and I were suited for each other like eggs and bacon. We were in a really good place together, and we both knew it. I had no idea what the future held for us, but I knew one thing: if anyone or anything would ever hurt her, or endanger what we had together, it would be over my dead body.

"What?" she said, smiling.

"Hm?"

"I can feel you thinking, my captain."

"I was thinking about you, my loyal crew. And of how much I love you."

"Good," she said. "Then we're flying the same course."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, my loyal crew."

"Me neither, my captain."

We finished our shower and returned together to the warm darkness, and I felt her breathing slowly against my chest as I held her sleeping form in my arms. As I slowly drifted off myself, I told myself once again what a lucky bastard I was.

Myself slowly nodded.

"For once you are right," he said. "I guess miracles still do happen."

The last thing I knew before I drifted off into sleep was the summer-and-sunshine fragrance of her lovely golden hair.

Epi-epilogue

"Do you think they might suspect anything?" Layne asked, gazing at the dusty Manakan horizon.

"Who? Raz? Or Harvey and Anne?" Blaar said.

"Any of them."

Blaar shook his head.

"No," he said. "At least, I don't think so. Why? Did any of them say anything that has you worried?"

"No," Layne said slowly. "But the mind is a strange thing. I think on some subconscious level they may be aware of the possibility."

"You're the one with all the psy-op expertise, Layne. So you'll forgive me for not having the faintest idea what you're worried about."

"Well, now, let's see," Layne mused. "First you have me locate a man who matches our profile and who's about to die from old age, so you can extract a full memory dump and gene sequence from him. Then you edit that gene sequence to introduce a radically enhanced response to a variety of sexual stimuli in order to create the perfect test subject for the development of the compounds you have in mind. Then you have me edit his memory records to give him a brand new identity as a tramp freighter captain, and you take all that to Corey's Folley and have the Corians clone up our man from scratch, using your DNA blueprints and your memory dump, and before they decant him you have me add a set of post-hypnotic suggestions, just for good measure, using the memory engram of his late wife as an entry-point, to encourage him to explore the possibilities of his enhanced sexual response. And finally, as an encore, we both arrange for Vergence Sigma to hand our man one of their cutting edge AI prototypes, so they both can get to work on each other. Now what, I ask you, could there possibly be in all that to make anyone suspicious?"

"Well, if you put it that way..."

Layne nodded.

"I do. That job you and Pete did on Vergence was impressive, by the way. I'm still not sure how you pulled that off."

Blaar chuckled.

"Simple chemistry," he explained. "Your psy-op methods aren't the only way to manipulate a subject's thinking. A little something in his drink, and all of a sudden he's both extremely tractable and totally amnesiac. A simple suggestion or two was all it took. I've always sucked at the post-hypnotics that you're so good at, but my methods work just as well."

"Yes," Layne admitted. "Anyway, it's the sub-conscious stuff that has me worried lately, especially the part where Harvey inevitably had to find out that Anne is an emergent AI. Not only is he totally fine with that right from the start, but he's also able to help her through it, because, somehow, he has a complete understanding of how that sort of thing works, on a level that far exceeds what we expected of him."

"So?"

"So my point is that Harvey may be subconsciously aware of the fact that something's not quite right here. He's far more clever than you give him credit for. He had you figured out years ago. And then there's Raz. He's no fool, either."

"Raz is what started us on this whole thing, Layne. As you very well know. I may have been the one who found out about this little pharmaceutical project of his, but it was you who implanted the post-hypno to make him believe he's known Harvey forever. So if any of that begins to unravel, you've got nobody but yourself to blame for it."

"You weren't listening, Blaar. I didn't say anything was about to come apart. All I said was that Anne and Harvey might subconsciously be aware that their situation is not the result of simple random circumstance. Raz is no problem. At worst he might be a little puzzled by how much sexual synergy there is between Harvey and Anne, and he may be wondering why his research team hasn't been able to explain that yet. But there's no reason to worry about any of them realizing that they've really been working for us all along. And as long as make sure that Raz' research staff only gets to see the data we want them to see, there's no risk of the Gawrrans finding out anything."

"I've always been a little worried about Harvey, you know," Blaar said. "I mean, he's knows that Anne has a set of doctored memory implants, so the chances of him finding out that the same thing has been done to him should be huge."

Layne shook his head.

"No. His psych profile is quite clear on that: he doesn't think that way. That's simply not how his mind works. He knows he's an organic. Therefore, in his mind, none of what applies to Anne's memories can apply to him. Even if he ever considers the possibility that his memories might be as false as Anne's, he'll dismiss the idea immediately."

"So we're good?"

Layne nodded.

"Yes. We are. How's your next bio-experiment coming along?"

Blaar chuckled.

"Right now, Deke Ryder is a happy man. Over the years I've told many guys to go fuck themselves, but he's the only one who's actually done just that. He's been at if for the past three days."