Erotic sci-fi body horror, folks. Enjoy.
When Selene deCorte had a chance to sleep with an astronaut, she took it. He wasn’t exactly cute, but she was into space and she figured sliding with someone who’d traveled there was probably as close as she was ever going to get.
The stars were fascinating. But the actual sleeping with the astronaut bit? Less than orgasmic.
The guy claimed it was because being in space for an extended amount of time had screwed with his systems and he was still getting back to normal. She’d sighed, fisted her hands in his hair, and shoved his face down to between her legs. The rocket might have prematurely shot off, but the rest of him had to be good for something, right? Unfortunately, the man might have been able to point out distant star systems, but when it came to locating a woman’s clitoris he failed spectacularly. As so many men did. Was it any wonder that when she wanted a decent lay, she turned to another woman?
The only memorable thing about the experience was when he’d done something with his tongue inside her. The man turned out to have an exceptionally long tongue. At least that was how it felt.
That had been three weeks ago. He’d tried to contact her several times since then, but she blew him off. When his messages to her got persistent and desperate enough that he was making up stories about something being wrong with him, that there was something inside of him, she’d blocked his number. She’d read about people going space crazy, but she’d thought it was limited to—you know—being crazy while in space.
For the past week or so, she’d had severe PMS symptoms and she was grumpy. Even the benzos she was maybe -possibly- addicted to didn’t seem to be helping. Her whole uterus felt sore and weirdly full. She figured when this period hit, it was going to be the mother of all gushers. Her back was tight, a headache was clawing at the edges of her vision, and she was—of course—completely out of chocolate.
What she needed was someone to help her take the edge off.
There was Garrett, who lived across the street. The two had lived across from each other for a few years. His 6’6″ muscular frame also broke her resolve, but she didn’t believe in mixing it up with the neighbors.She liked her apartment too much to deal with awkwardness if things went south.
She decided to go to bed and try to ease some tension the old-fashioned way. Engage her own thrusters and chart course for at least a minor orgasm.
Selene stripped and lay back on the bed, loving the feel of the soft scarlet cotton sheets under her skin. Getting from point A to B was never a problem for her, and within moments she was panting while her hips twisted and she moved her fingers between her labia. Heat began to build, petals of desire unfurling. She pushed her fingers inside her core, coating them with the moisture. As her orgasm came closer, she brought her other hand from her breasts down to between her legs. One worked her clitoris while the other delved, fingers curled inside her. Her breath came in soft puffs as her pace increased. She lost the rhythm that had kept her going, thrust hard inside herself. As the desire that coursed through her, she barely noticed the way the softness of her inner walls wrapped itself around her fingers. The world became pleasure as time stopped, her eyes closed as she imagined a certain neighbor moving on top of her, saw his hair fall down on either side of their faces.
She came, crying out, and her hands fell to her sides. She felt the moisture pool between her thighs, so thick that it felt almost gelatinous. The aftershocks were like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was as if she could feel herself contracting and releasing, trying to milk every drop of pleasure from the experience. When the sensations finally calmed, she reluctantly rose from the bed, reaching for a robe to wrap around her skyclad form. The wet of her desire unspooled from within her. Curious, she slipped a hand between her legs, wondering if she’d started her flow while pleasuring herself. Her fingers encountered mucous laden ropes of tissue that curled around them. The tissue—muscle, really—contracted and drew her fingers closer to her labia.
She froze, as anyone would. But the contractions promised more pleasure, and the benzo stabilizing her system kept her from hysterics. Selene lay back down on the bed and brought herself yet again. Then she delicately tucked the autonomous ropes inside her folds and slipped on her lacy boyshorts and exited her apartment, robe open and showcasing the heavy weight of her breasts and the soft curve of her stomach.
She went directly to Garrett’s door. Her earlier resolve about not engaging in neighborly shenanigans didn’t really matter now.Her body was telling her what it craved, and she wasn’t in the mood to object. When he opened the door, she smiled up at the broad-shouldered man before her.
When his gaze dropped from her eyes to her chest, she stepped in close and hooked a finger in the waistband of his gray, iron-creased slacks. His breath caught. She undid the catch of his pants with nimble fingers.
“Selene… I thought you weren’t interested?” Even as he spoke, he slid his large hands under the folds of her robe and caressed the curves of her hips.
She bit her lip as she looked up at him, then gave him the corner of a smile. “Things have changed. I need you to feel what’s inside of me.”
A man hears what he wants to. He bent his head, kissed her. She put a hand behind his head and rested the other on his shoulder as she kissed him back. He pulled her inside the apartment, guided them backwards through the short hall that led to his bedroom, and laid her down on his bed. She cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers as he propped himself up over her.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Less talking, more fucking.” She could feel the new additions to her anatomy squirming restlessly inside her. One of them was pushing every so often against a certain spot inside her and she was pretty sure even if Garrett didn’t do what they—They? She?—craved, she was going to have another successful self-launch anyway.
He obeyed and lowered his head to kiss her. He was a good kisser, so it wasn’t hard to lose herself in that action for a while but they needed more. Something that they couldn’t get from her without injuring her. So, she encouraged him to move things along with whispers and small movements. He trailed kisses down her body until his mouth was at the elastic band of her green lace underwear. She lifted her hips and moaned. He hooked his fingers in the fabric and pulled them down her legs then pressed his mouth against her.
They—She—struck almost instantly. It was hard to tell who was who anymore. They were part of her. She instinctively knew that much. It wasn’t like she just had an octopus stuffed up in her lady bits. The ropes of muscle coiled inside her walls made themselves thin. They slid out and began to feel their way along his chin and cheeks. Their excitement coursed through her. She moaned again, rocked her hips against his mouth, and twined her fingers through his hair. She felt some of the tendrils play questingly over the backs of her hands and the ridges of her fingers as they sought ways to penetrate the man who was pleasuring her. She knew the moment they found that entrance, too. Both from the satisfaction that frissioned through her as well as the way he went rigid and began to try to get away. Selene wrapped her legs around his head and helped them hold her to him as she rode his frantic struggles like he was a vibrator with dying batteries that she was racing to the finish line.
Selene got there mere seconds before his struggles ceased completely, then basked in contentment as she lay there, his head still between her legs as his body cooled. body cooled with his head still between her legs. When she was finally ready to move on, she fished her phone out of the pocket of her robe, located the blocked number list, and unblocked Astronaut Sam’s number long enough to send him a text that simply read: Thank you.
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Lilyn G is the founder of Sci-Fi & Scary, and leader of the Coolthulhu Crew. She does book and film reviews for both genres the site focuses on. Her tastes run towards creature features, hard science fiction, and lots and lots of action. She also has a soft spot for middle-grade fiction that rears its head frequently.
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