Future Osa and Crew

The hum of the sub-light engines was a distant, almost forgotten vibration. In the starboard bunk room, the only sounds were ragged breaths and the slick, wet slap of skin on skin.

Osa’s back arched off the thin mattress, a silent scream on her lips. Her small, pert breasts, tipped with pierced silver, bounced with each deep, driving thrust. Above her, Kichijō’s sweat-slicked body moved with a predatory grace, her pink cherry blossom tattoo a vibrant contrast against her flushed skin. But it wasn't Kichijō's lean muscles Osa was feeling.

It was the thick, obscene length of the Telchine dildo strapped to the security officer’s hips.

“Fuck... Kichijō... right there, ” Osa gasped, her fingers digging into the other woman’s shoulders.

Kichijō’s grin was fierce. “You love this fake cock, don’t you, Osa? Love how it stretches your tight little pussy.” She pitoned her hips, the polished, flesh-like material of the dildo glistening with Osa’s arousal. It was a monstrous thing�long, a good nine inches, and thick, with a pronounced, plump head that stretched Osa’s entrance with every withdrawal.

Osa could only nod, her mind hazy. Her pussy, bare and smooth, was a throbbing, dripping mess. The delicate, neatly folded lips of her labia were forced wide, flared open around the invading girth, stretched taut and shiny. Each inward stroke dragged against her swollen inner walls, a delicious, burning fullness that brushed a spot deep inside that made her vision blur.

“I’m... I’m gonna...” Osa’s warning was a whimper.

“Come on my cock, Osa, ” Kichijō grunted, her pace becoming erratic. “Soak it. Let me feel you.”

The orgasm hit Osa like a wave of static, starting in her toes and crashing through her core. Her back bowed, and a gush of fluid�not just her natural lubricant, but a clear, copious squirt�erupted from her, soaking the dildo, Kichijō’s thighs, and the sheet beneath them with a hot, audible splash.

Kichijō slowed, letting Osa ride the convulsions, a look of intense satisfaction on her face. As the tremors subsided, Osa fell back, spent. But the empty, aching need returned almost instantly, sharper than before. The toy was impressive, but it was... cold. Silent. It didn’t throb with a pulse of its own.

“It’s not enough, ” Osa breathed, staring at the ceiling.

Kichijō unstrapped the toy, tossing it aside with a wet thud. She lay down beside Osa, tracing a finger over the tiny, pierced nub of Osa’s clit. “I know, ” she said softly. “The simulations... the toys. They’re just echoes.”

The mission briefing played in Osa’s mind. Delight. Coital enlightenment guidance. Inter-genus bonding. The terms were clinical, but the promise was primal. Her open-minded upbringing had always been theoretical, a curiosity about connection. Now, it was a physical hunger. She’d felt the edges of it with Kichijō, with the few human partners before. But she craved the source. The real thing.

“The resort, ” Osa said, turning her head. Her dark eyes were wide, innocent yet blazing with intent. “When we dock... I’m going. I want to... learn.”

Kichijō chuckled. “I’ll be your security. And your witness.” Her hand slid down Osa’s flat stomach, fingers slipping through the wetness coating her pussy. Osa’s neatly tucked labia were puffy and tender, her pierced clit a hard, eager bead under Kichijō’s touch. “But you need to be ready. It won’t be a polite, human fuck.”

“I don’t want polite, ” Osa insisted, pushing her hips against Kichijō’s hand. “I want to feel everything.”

� -- Later ---

The transit lounge on Delight smelled of ozone and exotic musk. Osa wore her ‘star shine’ gown, the heat-activated lights over her breasts and pelvis glittering like a captured galaxy. She felt exposed, thrillingly so. Kichijō stood beside her in a sleek black bodysuit, a hand resting near the hidden energy pistol at her hip.

The guide was a Naharaim, his golden skin gleaming under the soft lights. “The facilitator you requested is prepared, ” he said, his voice melodic. “A Telchine. Highly experienced. They are... adaptable.”

He led them to a private chamber. The air was warm, humid, and scented with something spicy and sweet. In the center was a low, padded platform.

And standing beside it was the Telchine.

Osa’s breath caught. It was vaguely humanoid, but its form seemed to shimmer, its flesh holding a subtle, liquid potential. It was tall, powerfully built, and currently, pleasingly masculine. It was naked, and Osa’s eyes locked instantly, helplessly, on its cock.

It was immense.

It hung thick and heavy between its legs, a shaft of pale, smooth flesh that looked both alien and perfectly formed. It had to be over ten inches long, and the width... it was as thick as her wrist. The head was a broad, flared corona, larger than any human glans she’d ever seen, a plum-purple contrast to the shaft. It was a cock that spoke of pure, biological function, of deep, breeding penetration.

Her own pussy, bare and smooth beneath the sheer gown, clenched violently, flooding with sudden, desperate wetness. The delicate lips felt suddenly too small, too tight. The curiosity in her gut was now a roaring, physical need.

“I am Vas, ” the Telchine said, its voice a deep, resonant hum. “You wish for enlightenment?”

Osa could only nod, her mouth dry. Kichijō gave her a slight push. “Go on, Chief. Get enlightened.”

With trembling hands, Osa reached for the seam at the neck of her gown. The phosphorescent trim glowed as the garment pooled at her feet. She stood naked before Vas, her dark skin gleaming, her small breasts with their pierced nipples pebbled tight, the glittering lights of the gown now concentrated in a final shimmer over her body before fading.

Vas’s gaze was appreciative, clinical yet hungry. “A beautiful form.” It gestured to the platform. “Lie back. We will begin gently.”

Osa lay down, her heart hammering against her ribs. Vas knelt between her spread legs, its large hands resting on her inner thighs. Its touch was warm, almost hot. Osa looked down her body, watching as its massive cock, now fully erect, jutted upwards, the tip nudging against her damp lower lips. The sheer size of it against her petite frame was obscene. Impossible.

“It won’t fit, ” she whispered, more a plea than a protest.

“It will, ” Vas hummed. Its hand found her pussy, fingers parting her swollen, tender labia. They were already slick, her arousal making her opening glisten. “You are already welcoming it. See?” A thick finger, wider than two of her own, slid inside her easily, making her gasp. “You are made for this, Osa. To be filled.”

It withdrew its finger, coated in her shine, and guided the broad, blunted head of its cock to her entrance. The pressure was instant, immense. Osa whimpered, her hands flying to Vas’s wrists.

“Slowly, ” Vas soothed. It pressed forward, just a fraction. The thick crown began to part her, a slow, burning stretch that stole Osa’s breath. Her vaginal walls, so tight and petite, were forced to yield millimeter by agonizing millimeter. It was a fullness unlike any toy, any fantasy. It was living, pulsing heat.

“Oh god... fuck...” she chanted, her head thrashing side to side. The stretch was exquisite, a pain so intertwined with pleasure she couldn’t separate them.

Vas pulled back slightly, letting her clench around the sudden emptiness, then pushed again, sinking another inch deeper. A wet, sucking sound filled the room. Each tiny retreat scooped out more of her juices, making a lewd, messy slickness between them. Each advance stretched her further, the thick shaft rubbing over nerve endings she never knew existed.

“You take it so well, ” Vas groaned, its own control fraying. “Your cunt is hugging me... so tight and hot...”

It was a ritual of penetration, gentle and relentless. Osa lost track of time, lost in the sensation of being slowly, completely opened. Her pussy was no longer just hers; it was a sheathe for this magnificent, alien cock. The fear was gone, replaced by a dawning, overwhelming greed. She needed it all.

“Deeper, ” she begged, her voice raw. “Please, Vas... give me all of it. I want to feel it in my womb.”

With a guttural sound, Vas obliged. The final, deep thrust buried the entire impossible length inside her. Her body jolted. The thick base of its shaft pressed against her ass, the heavy balls snug against her perineum. She was impaled, full to the brim, her cervix nudged by that massive, invading head.

It was still. Letting her adjust. Osa felt a sob tear from her throat. It was the most profound, complete sensation of her life. Her pussy fluttered wildly around the girth, spasming in overwhelmed bliss.

“Now, ” Vas growled, its hips drawing back. “Now we fuck.”