A Warp Between Systems

Jumping between systems always was the worst part of the job. You spend your childhood on some planet being told about the endless expanse of space and dreaming of the life you'll make for yourself out there, but nobody warns you that you'll be spending more time playing a game of hurry-and-wait while you warp between systems. There are only so many books you can read, games to play, and fun to have before being stuck inside a metal ship going faster than light sounds less like a scientific anomaly and starts just being another boring fact.

Unless, of course, you get comfortable around the swath of new species you call crewmates between those jumps.

Boring old humans like me were a common sight, sure, but with endless space came endless new faces to learn about when the only thing left to do was sit around a table and ask questions to living things that would feel offended if they saw some of the old horror movies about alien life we had back home.

Aliens like Q

That wasn't really his name, but names weren't really given to young of his species when they only ever communicated with pheromones and clicks of their mandibles. The onyx carapace of his body reflected like obsidian glass under the dim lights of his quarters. A little light that he kept on for me, since his kind had adapted without the need for sight on their home world. That light was the only thing letting me watch him as he shut the door to his private cabin within the engineering barracks, trapping me inside with the scent I had come to know was how he portrayed arousal. It was thick and layered, and always seemed to be present when I found myself around him.

"So just what do you think you're doing?" Q clicked the lock on his door before facing in my direction with his featureless face. Sharp teeth and cuts where one would suspect a nose to be stalked closer to me as we played our usual game. "No foreplay or attention beforehand. You've been busy all day running around the underbelly of the ship, and you think you can just pull me in here and treat me like something to help you blow off steam?" I smelt the ting of annoyance then. He lowered himself over the footrest of the small bed as he crawled over it to me while his long tail dragged on the floor up to the foot of the bed. "If you think I'm just another play thing than..."

That tail threw itself out around my throat before I got another comment in and gripped tightly against my warm skin. The sharpened scales of it pressed like razors, but never left as much as a scratch. For a species bred to be dangerous on all ends, he was always surprisingly gentle with me. That tongue of his met me next. Thick and dark, it wound inside my mouth as it fought to keep itself from reaching down further than its owner knew I could handle. By the time he pulled back again and let me breathe, I was gasping for air that was now saturated with that thick scent of Q's intentions. A mixture of our spittle ran down my chin as I felt those claws run up my thigh. Lucky him, I wasn't in the mood to ruin more clothes, or I wouldn't have been waiting for him naked.

In a fluid motion, I was pinned on my back with Q on top of me, and the subtle glow of that single light danced stars across his carapace. A galaxy far more immediate than whatever spaceport we were destined to reach in a week. "Well?" I was still panting as I felt the sharpened edges of his claws dig snugly into my wrists. "Are you going to shut me up again?"

That scent of joy just barely snuck past that arousal before I felt him slide himself inside me with his usual tentacle-like ovipositor. It grew thicker as he pushed it deeper inside me while my own cock throbed in response. During mating season for his kind, it would carry fertilized eggs. Sadly, we were months from that time, and I would have to settle for him simply filling me with the fluids it produced as lubrication. Not as exciting, but the sound Q made as it spread me open must mean it didn't bother him any more than it did me.

With his pleasure being answered, however, Q found his hips over mine and slid down onto my now leaking cock while he thrust inside me with an eagerness I loved. The tight walls of his cloaca held me as I felt the pricks of his claws turn into deeper cuts as his attention shifted to something else. The sound of my own moans coupled with the clicking of his mandibles as we rode each other deeper into bliss. His cloaca shifted with each of my thrusts, making each moment a new pleasure as that ovipositor of his inched deeper inside me while it leaked its aphrodisiac-like fluid inside me.

Whatever noise we made was hopefully drowned out by the turning gears and running machines that kept the ship sailing through the void of space as we both erupted together. The tail still around my throat did little to quiet me as Q's insides sucked in at the feeling of my orgasm, ensuring I was stuck inside of him as his tendril swelled inside me, locking himself in place as it filled my own body with fluids meant to nourish an egg he didn't have to give. A sort of blindness came to me as I felt the warmth of Q filling me as minutes passed and my own orgasm died down, but Q was still locked for some time as we slowly found our breath again.

"You..." I slowly wrapped my arms around the rough body, still barely holding its own weight up. "You can relax now, Q. You aren't going to hurt me." That light frame finally found a way to relax enough to lower itself onto me despite its trembling, while I let out a small laugh. "Didn't mean to leave you waiting so long." I ran my rough hands down where a spine would be and felt his body tense before relaxing more into me. "You good?" A scent of exhaustion and joy slowly replaced the one that had suffocated the room half an hour ago, while I felt that alien crewmate melt into my arms.

By the time I woke up from my own exhaustion, Q had fully retracted his member back inside and let the flood of his enjoyment leak out of me and onto his sheets. A mess that he usually would aid in cleaning up, but he was still out without a sign of waking back up. Maybe if he hadn't wanted to see how long he would go without...

I'll chastise him after he wakes up. First, I'm going to enjoy the feeling of his callous shell against my own skin. Then, I'm going to find the concentration it will take to walk to a shower. My whole bottom half hurts, and with the medical staff seeming to find endless joy in tormenting me about my poor ass after each night spent with Q, I would like to recover from this session without their smart remarks. However, I can't help but think about how boring life would have been, stuck on some celestial body within the Goldilocks zone, and without a lover like Q wrapped around me like something to treasure. Of course, there was still the matter of waiting another week before we entered civilized space again, but I'm sure we had plenty to do between now and then.