The Tales of The Aurora Pt. 02

This is a re-edit of the story. Thank you kenjisato for your time and effort in making my story better. Without you then it wouldn't be as good as it is now.

Chapter 4

Elizabeth

It had been over a week since James had come out of his pod, and nothing noteworthy had happened since then. I already filed the report about the incident, and asked for instructions on what to do, from the home office. But because of our present location, transmitting a reply from headquarters would take a few weeks. I had to decide what to do about him.

I had been noticing some quiet conversation from Ava, Emma, and Grace, but I chalked that up to their morbid curiosity toward our uninvited guest. At least Grace seemed to be opening up a bit more to her fellow crewmates. Sasha had also been acting strange after his first physical exam and training session, but when I asked her about it, she just said she was trying to find a way of interacting with him because she has no idea how to interact with a human male. I felt like it was not the whole truth, but if it was something relating to the ship or its crew, then she would have spoken up already. So as it stood, I let the matter drop.

Dr. Blake had been spending a lot of time in Med Bay, but nothing new there, either. I was planning on visiting her to get an update on James' condition, and maybe also get her opinion on what to do with him, since she was in charge of his health care.

James, so far, had been the perfect passenger, never complaining, or harassing Sasha, as he was escorted from his room, gym, and restroom, for showers and everything one does in the bathroom for over a week. Having thought about it, he was probably bored. There was neither reading material nor movies to watch, in his room. He must be aching to do something to pass the hours in the day, I thought, I know I would.

The time might have arrived to see our would-be passenger. It was time to speak with him; a week was too long for not getting to know him. The more I knew about him, the better I would be to make my decision about his stay on the ship. After I would talk to him, then I would talk to Dr. Blake, and would go from there. I just hoped that weird feeling I felt when I first met him wouldn't resurface when I saw him again.

James

The week on this ship had been at an agonizingly slow place, if it was going to be like this for the rest of the trip, then I would be climbing the walls, going mad. There was nothing to do in my crew quarters, the only thing they had was a computer terminal, but it was under a restricted access. I could try to hack into it, but that would not look too good, if I tried.

I was hoping to speak with the captain, to allow me to walk around the ship and stretch my legs; at the very least, to ask for my stuff that GFC shipped with me. 'Then I wouldn't be so bored being stuck in here. With my stuff, then I could watch or read my anime/manga collection on the media drive, or work on my blueprints, or work on h...' My train of thought was interrupted when the door to the crew quarters opened and in walked my personal escort and prison guard, Sasha.

"Get up, the Captain wants to see you."

'Well I didn't want to keep her waiting,' thinking to myself. I got up and went with my prison guard, 'one day, I will get past that stony exterior of hers, and when I do, it will be glorious.'

I thought I was going to meet the Captain in the mess hall or the med bay, I didn't think I would meet her on the actual bridge. It was not as impressive as I thought it would be. They did have stations, I guess for the rest of the command crew, but no big monitor screens, no flashing light, or no holographic star chart to tell us where we were. The one thing it did have, was a Captain's chair, that sat right in the middle of the room, strategically placed so the captain could look at all stations by the swivel of her chair.

The one big feature of the bridge was, that it had one giant panoramic window that took up the entire front wall. If there were any doubts that I was not in space, this view would have shattered them; 'I'm in actual space,' I thought to myself in wonder.

"Best view in the house isn't it?"

Snapping out of awestruck, I turned to find the captain was standing in the corner, with an amused smirk on her face. "First time in space?" she asked me.

"Ahh yes it is. To be honest, I was having a few doubts I was in a spaceship."

Looking at the captain, she was in the very same uniform when I first saw her. It was mostly a dark-navy-blue jumpsuit, with orange accents, and the ship's name imprinted on the back. It was very similar to Sasha's jumpsuit, the only difference was the captain had a gold badge with wings hanging just above her ample left breast. Captain Elizabeth Lane, still looking just as beautiful if not more so, than the first day I met her.

"Well, I'm glad I can confirm that you are in fact in space." she said, while taking a seat in her captain's chair.

"Actually, not my first time, no, but this is the first time I've seen it," answering her question again.

She had a confused look on her face.

"I know I've been in space because ships like this, have transported me to various facilities throughout the galaxy. I just never wake up to notice it."

"Ohh, that's right. Well, since you've seen space, what do you think about it?"

"Insignificant," telling her, with a straight face,

"Excuse me, what do you mean 'Insignificant'?" she replied, emphasizing the last word.

"Well look at it. Space is a never-ending dark void. If we, the human race, were to disappear tomorrow, would the Universe even notice? By my guess, the human race and our many years of space travel, all the planets and stars we have seen; it is probably not even a drop in the bucket." I finished my rant.

"Hmm, never thought of it like that, but luckily for me, I don't have to think about the universe; only what happens on this ship. Which brings us to you."

"Really, and what do you have in mind for me?" I asked, holding my breath.

"As it stands right now, for the foreseeable future you will be a passenger on this ship. Our ship's engineer, at the moment, can't seem to fix your stasis pod; so we cannot put you back. The next best thing, is to try and make your stay here, a little more bearable."

"Well if I think about it, maybe you can allow me to leave my room whenever I want, no offense to your XO over there, but sometimes, I just want to go out and stretch my legs, without her watching me all the time," I said, to get that big ask out of the way.

"Sorry, I can't do that. There are strict regulations about untrained people walking around on the ship."

"Well, maybe you can train me, that way you are upholding your regulations, and I can come and go as I please; especially, when I have to go to the bathroom. It's mortifying to ask someone to go to the bathroom, especially late at night," telling them with a pleading look in my eyes. I was glad to see the Captain was taken aback by that last part.

"I can see what you mean. How about this, let's table this for now, and wait until Dr. Blake tells us your test results. After that, we will bring up training you to work on a spaceship," she said, with a pointed look on her face.

'Well, at least she didn't say no.'

"Is there anything else we can do for you?"

"Well you can get my personal effects that should be in storage; they always transport our stuff together. There is plenty of stuff for me to be entertained for a while," I asked, figuring this was a reasonable request.

"We can do that. I'll have our engineer bring them to you, once she can locate them," she said, allowing a sigh of relief in my mind.

"Thank you, it will help a lot when I'm stuck in my room," I said, slightly bowing my head.

"No problem. Why don't you head to the med bay, I believe the doctor has more tests to run on you. Once she has the results, we will revisit the no escort policy," the captain stated, before dismissing me from the bridge.

"Okay, no problem, and thank you for everything," I said, before walking off of the bridge. I thought to myself, 'That went better than I had planned. If I were to play my cards right, I could finally be free from my room. And she was reasonable and somewhat pleasant to be around; maybe soon, we would have more one-on-one talks. But for right now, those projects in my storage locker, could tie me over until we revisit the issue. Now it's time for me to focus on my sexy doctor.' I wondered how far I could take it, this time around.

Chapter 5

Aletta

'Oh god I see him again today,' I said to myself. 'This time, I won't let what that was, happen again,' I thought, steeling my resolve.

Dr. Blake still had no idea as to what had come over her. She chalked it up to seeing a human male and his package for the first time, but something in the back of her head, told her otherwise. All the blood work and tests she ran on his sperm came back clean, but those were rudimentary tests, to see if there were any abnormalities in his body. The full-body scan was still being processed, her workstation terminal wasn't as powerful, but it would get the job done. The purpose of this visit was to take more samples from him, and to inform him he had a clean bill of health, but would still require him to visit her once a week for check-ups. As she was preparing the equipment to take his samples, the door opened, and the imposing figure, James, walked right in.

He was still striking as ever, and for some reason, I was having a hard time keeping my gaze away from his crotch; the shape and size of his very impressive cock, was still embedded in my mind. Once I got the strength to look away from it, I looked up and locked eyes with him. His eyes were brown just like mine, but when mine were a light hazel, his were a richer, darker brown; almost as if you could get lost in them if you were not too careful.

"How's it going, Doc?" he asked, with an amused smirk on his lips.

"Everything is going fine, I'm glad you could make it," answering his question, as I put back on the mask of the professional doctor. "Please have a seat, while I tell you how your test results came out," gesturing to the auto dock.

Over the next few minutes, we discussed his test results, and scheduled weekly checkups to track his progress. I also told him he was cleared to start eating solid food, and that I would inform Ava about that later. He even brought up that the captain would be stopping by to ask for my opinion on whether or not, he should be allowed to roam the ship freely. I wasn't too sure about that prospect, but I told him I'd give it serious consideration. Then came the part to take bodily samples from him.

"But, Doc, you already got plenty from me last time, why do you need more?" he asked, with a confused look on his face.

So I clarified why I needed them. "Well, the first batch was to check your health, since all your previous medical data was stored on your stasis pod, we had to start from scratch. This next batch was to help track your progress throughout the trip, helping me make alterations to your diet and workout, if needed. We must have you in peak condition when we reach Alexandrea."

He nodded to my explanation. "Okay, I get the blood samples, but why my cum?"

'He said 'cum', what does he mean by cum?' I asked myself.

Realizing my confusion, he clarified. "Cum is the same thing as sperm or semen, it's just a more informal or less clinical word for it."

"Okay, well, the reason for your 'cum' samples is so we can run an EFP test, or Eros Fertility Potential test. It's so we can track how potent your swimmers are. By keeping track of your EFP results, we will know if the diet and exercise are working or not."

Once all was clarified, I extracted a few vials of blood, to track his caloric intake and a few other things, but one of them ran for my test. Then came time for the semen samples.

"Here, I assume you know what to do with this," I said, handing him a specimen jar.

He nodded and began to pull down his pants, and out came his leviathan. Still seeing it in its slumbering state was quite impressive. He spat in his hand and began to stroke his cock. I assumed the spit was to help lubricate his hands for his dick, which prompted me to make a mental note to procure some lubricant for future sessions. I still couldn't believe that even in its flaccid state, it was still larger than most male erections, if the statistics in textbooks were correct. Watching it grow was still something to behold, and just like last time, the room started to feel hotter. It seemed he was taking his time in coaxing some of his 'cum' out of his balls, but I was still enthralled by it; so much so, that I didn't notice Sasha leaving the room until I heard the door close. Figuring she didn't need to be here for this part of the visit, I guess she just left; with me and James, all alone, in what felt like a tiny room.

While he was masturbating, he had this hungry look in his eyes. I didn't know if he was thinking about me or something else, but he looked like a feral animal ready to pounce on his next prey. Then with the same guttural moan, he came and that white, milky substance burst forth from his cock, and filled the specimen jar halfway just like last time. That same, earthy smell filled the room, and it caused my mouth to salivate, still remembering the taste from last time. He then handed me the jar, and I took it to my desk to seal it and label the date and time.

Expecting him to get dressed and leave like last time, I turned around, but he was still standing there, with dick standing out, not as hard as before, but still standing prominent.

"Why haven't you dressed? We are finished here."

"Well, Doc, you haven't finished all the examination," he stated

"Yes, I have, all I needed was your blood and sperm today."

"That is true, but you didn't conduct a physical inspection of my dick the doctors would do at every examination, to check for redness, bumps, or chafing."

"Really?"

He nodded his response.

It made sense clinically, Eros candidates have to impregnate every woman they could, their penis goes through a lot, and they must be cared for. Intending to become a GFC fertility specialist, I pulled out a stool and sat down right in front of his intimidating appendage.

Sitting so close to it, one of the first things I noticed was the smell. It carried that same earthy scent, but was more potent; it was as if I was drowning in it. Trying to clear my mind, I continued with the inspection. Lifting his cock in my hands, I slowly looked it over, making mental notes on its condition. Then, his serpent started to grow in my hand. It was shocking and almost thrilling to see it happen right in front of my eyes. By the time it stopped growing, my hand couldn't even wrap around it, 'God this thing was big,' speaking to myself. The other thing I realized, was that its veins were criss-crossing along his shaft. You could feel the blood flowing into his cock, making it hard--and hard it was.

"I didn't think you wouldn't be able to have an erection again. Usually, men have a refractory period before they could get another erection, but here you are ready to go again," I said, not being able to remove my hand from his shaft.

"Most men, indeed require a small break, before they can get an erection, but I don't suffer from that kind of problem. It usually takes a few climaxes before it goes soft," he answered me, while having a blissful look on his face.

"That is impressive, you must have impregnated a lot of ladies by now," I shot back, with a coy smile.

"I wouldn't know, they never tell us if we did or did not. After we finished, they moved us on to the next one and do it all over again. To this day, I don't know how many of my offspring I created, or how many are still alive," he said, with a little sadness in his voice; all the while, I was slowly stroking his cock,

"Offspring, you don't call them your children?" trying to learn more about him.

"To be called children, one must develop some type of bond either with them, or their mothers, and since I never met them, or have any connection with their mothers; by that philosophy, I only have offspring, not children," he replied, with a hint of sorrow in his voice.

I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have so many children, but know nothing about them or have them know nothing about you. Thinking about it, even though I didn't know anything about my biological father, none of the women do, the only familial connection we ever had was to our mothers and grandmothers, or sisters, if they were lucky to have had a mother who had been bred more than once, or had twins--but no fatherly connection. The mere thought of it, made me sad; who wouldn't want to have that special connection with their children.

"Ahh," James bellowed slowly, breaking my train of thought.

"What's wrong, did I hurt you?" I said, with concern in my voice.

"No, just please don't stop; it feels too good," he replied, in a husky voice.

Realizing what he meant, I was absent-mindedly stroking his cock, and must have stopped partway through. Blushing, I started to stroke it again, noticing how his crown was an angry-purplish color, guessing it was upset with me for stopping just short of the completion. I also noticed a clear liquid was slowly oozing out of his hole, adding lubrication to my stroking hand.

"I can't seem to comprehend how something so soft can also be so firm, as well" I stated, still in awe of it.

"I don't know much about the anatomy of cocks, but I do know one thing--the harder the cock gets, the more attractive the woman are," he said, peering down at me with a very lustful gaze.

That last remark made me blush even harder than I already was, because his cock was as hard as a steel rod--and it was hard because of me. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, weaving his fingers through the strands of my hair. I was about to ask what he was doing, until a strong, steady pressure was forced on my head, and he slowly brought the tip of his cock to the front of my face.

"Sorry, Doc, but those lips of yours are driving me crazy. I have to know what they feel like," he said, in a very heated lustful voice.

And with that, the tip of his cock was touching my lips. A small part of that clear liquid, which later I found out to be pre-cum, was smeared over them. On pure instinct, my tongue shot out and tasted it, and found out it was almost as delicious as his white, creamy goo. Wanting more, I stuck out my tongue and began to lap up the clear fluid off the tip of his cock. That prompted a groan from James and only made him to push his cock harder into my tongue.

"Open your mouth, Doc. If you want to taste it, then might as well take the whole thing," he said, while applying more pressure to the back of my head.

My lips parted and his steel rod slid almost halfway into my hot waiting mouth, then my tastebuds exploded from the sheer-exquisite taste of it. It was like his sweat, pre-cum, that masculine earthy smell, and a hint of his semen were all mixed into one splendid flavor. Closing my lips around the shaft caused a small moan to fill the room; only this time, the moan came from me. With his hands still planted firmly on my head, he slowly pulled it away from his cock. 'NO!' screamed in my mind, as I wanted to keep his cock in my mouth as long as possible; only to feel him push my head back down his cock, and repeat. Then it dawned on me that he was using my mouth to stroke his cock. He was only allowing me to take a little less than half of his cock, which was probably a good thing because any more, he would have reached the back of my throat; he's probably doing it for my benefit. Deciding to let him dictate how fast and how deep to take his cock, I relaxed my body and let him take full control of everything; while I continued to drink up his delicious 'cock-tail', feeling my pussy getting wetter by the second.