Chapter Nine

“Don’t know… your fucking Mister Evans… from Jack.” Harper squeezed out through gritted teeth.

The **** of will expended to rasp out those few defiant words clearly taxed the headstrong young woman as she sagged back onto her elbows after uttering them, staring hopelessly up at the ceiling.

Fucking Mister Evans, huh? Harper was closer to the truth than she could possibly imagine.

“You make a fine point, Dear.” Maeve conceded, reaching up to gently caress a heavy breast with her free hand. Testing its weight and heft for wholly diagnostic purposes, before flicking a clamped nipple. “I have been remiss in my professional transparency, a fault of my own which I shall rectify immediately. Perseus, please display surveillance feed EB103 on the holographic projector.”

She directed that last command into the empty air of the sterile white sick bay.

That was a new discovery for Maeve, learned from watching Tucker interact verbally with the ship’s misbehaving AI. Perseus never spoke back, wouldn’t respond to direct questions, and didn’t always obey instructions, but this time it complied with assiduous alacrity.

A life-sized image of Tucker phased in existence, already zoomed in from above and centered in the view screen, gloriously naked and completely covering Grace’s supine form with his hulking, hip-pumping physique.

“Oh Daddy, your fat cock feels amazing inside of my good girl pussy!”

The gorgeous brunette was **** back against one of the towering reactor cores. Her long legs pressed into her massive, cushiony bosom and slim ankles held high above her breath-taking head in the ravaging stud’s mighty fists.

He was folding her in half like a blow-up fuckdoll, utterly owning her skin tight cunt as Charlotte’s hyper-voluptuous figure clung to his rocky side like plastic wrap, proffered a stiff milky teat to his snarling lips with needy whimper.

“Drink from me, Baby, drink. Please… I need you to suckle on my big sore titties to relieve some of the pressure.” She husked, grinding her lush hips against his muscular thigh and leaving a glistening wet smear against his steely flesh. “I’m next, right? You’re going to fill my little pink pussy again and make sure I’m, like, totally knocked up with an entire brood of your perfect babies?”

The strawberry blonde’s urgent desire was evident in the heavy leak of lactate streaming down her large spherical tits to splash across his rippling form and her protruding tummy.

Maeve wetted her dry lips at the sight of all that delicious milk coating Tucker's lickable muscles.

“Oh gawd, is that him… Is that Mister Evans?” Harper gasped, her luscious body spasming under Maeve’s roaming hands. “What are they doing?!”

Really? Maybe the obstinate Scotswoman wasn’t as perceptive as she had initially appeared… not that it mattered.

“That’s him, our valiant defender, and those two lovely young ladies are helping him relieve some painful tension.” Maeve cooed, wanting desperately to sink to her knees and cram Tucker 2.0 into her own slick snatch. “Mister Evans is plagued by a terrible hormonal imbalance, and can only think straight after releasing the built-up pressure in his system. That’s why we need to be good, obedient girls and assist him.”

“Yes, Daddy, yes! I’m cumming again... Mmmnph~! I’m cumming again… on your fat Daddy cock!”

Heavens, but wasn’t Grace turning into a real screamer? Maeve could hardly fault the howling brunette though, she wasn’t exactly quiet when messily climaxing over knuckle deep fingers and wicked fantasies of Tucker splitting her in half.

“But… But, he’s just so big and strong.” Harper sounded awestruck, nervously nibbling on her plump lower lip. “How can they withstand all that punishment?”

“Punishment? Oh my precious girl.” Maeve giggled, ruefully shaking her head and twirling the gyrating dildo deep inside the shuddering botanist. “Do they appear harmed or reticent in any way? No, it’s a pleasure and a privilege to serve a man as handsome and powerful as our Mister Evans. More of the former than the latter, if we are being perfectly frank with each other.”

“Wa–Wait… Nyaa~! Is his name Mister Evans… or Frank?”

Frowning briefly down at the writhing, bliss-addled redhead, Maeve turned the clitty buzzer’s settings down a few notches and slowed her fast dildo-thrusting pace.

One could have too much of a good thing in her esteemed medical opinion, and she needed the silly girl to be baseline cognizant at the very least.

“I need you to focus, Dear. Listen to what I am saying and focus on Mister Evans in the holo-display before you. Can you do that for me?”

“Mmmhmm!”

Harper was shaking like a roof in a hurricane, her wide amber eyes locked onto the projection where Tucker was alternating between nursing on Charlotte’s creamy udders and torridly making out with her. Their milk-laden tongues tangled together as he relentlessly slammed his magnificent manhood into Grace’s contorted, curvaceous body with all the **** of a runaway diesel locomotive.

“Daddy… oh Daddy! Uunnff~! Fuck me full again and make me a Mommy!”

“I’ve got more milk for you, Tucker Baby. So, so much more milk. Just for you. Please… I need to feel you sucking on my big creamy titties. I need you to drink from them before they burst…”

The filthy moans of the girls, Tucker’s basso grunts, and the meaty slapping of moist flesh against flesh resounded from the speakers and filled the sick bay like a pornographic backing track. Harper was blowing air like a champion filly who just won the derby as her bustified body bowed in a spine-arching climax.

“YAAASSSS!” She bawled, slender arms thrashing about wildly and juicy thighs bunching. Stomach muscles tensing into an impressive four pack as her shapely hips lurched up off the covered table. “I wanna–I wanna… hrrrnngh! ...help him too!”

Maeve’s pistoning hand was growing tired. Stiff at the wrist and slippery with the redhead’s gushing nectar. Still she didn’t relent, playing the wailing beauty’s jerking body like a finely tuned instrument as she pushed her straight through one bone-melting orgasm right into the next.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” She purred, yanking hard at both tassels and stretching the clamped nipples skywards. “It’s very important to listen carefully and do whatever we can to make our hunky Mister Evans happy. He’s going to save us all. Can you repeat that for me?”

“Make… Mmmph~! Mister Happy… happy.” Harper sounded muddled. Drunk on feel-good endorphins. “Gonna.. save us.”

It wasn’t precisely verbatim, but close enough.

“That’s right, my very good girl.” Maeve murmured approval, giving Tucker 2.0 another tantalizing swizzle, before releasing and laying a gentle kiss on each abused nip. “It’s crucial that we are sexy and obedient and available to attend to his huge hero dick at all times. Can you say that for me too?”

“Sexy for.. Mister Happy. Obedient to hu–huge dick!” Harper chirped, biting down on a whitened knuckle as she humped mindlessly back into Doctor Hugh’s weary, thrusting grip.

Maeve blew a lock of raven hair out of her dark eyes as she squirmed prettily in place. She was close! So goddamn close to claiming another willing bimbo breeder for her handsome Tucker to fuck, and cresting a sweet, hedonistic peak of her own…

“Good girl. Good girl.” She repeated hotly, resting her forehead against the fiery-haired stunner’s throbbing temple. Their plush, parted lips brushing lightly together as they shared mingled breaths and dewy perspiration. “Tell me that you want to be his devoted cocksleeve. A compliant good girl baby-momma who will do as instructed, and bear his young for generations to come.”

“I swear I will! I neeeed it!”

On the holo-screen above them, the stud of the hour had finally reached his limit. Angry vein pounded thickly at his temple. Mighty muscles flexing as he blasted superhuman amounts of his life-giving spunk into Grace’s overstuffed snatch.

“CUUUUMMING!” Tucker roared, skewering the elated brunette down to the base on his monstrous manmeat as he jettisoned his manly essence into her already bloated belly. "Aaaw… FUCK!"

"DAAAADDYYY!!"

"Give it to her, Baby, then give it to me too! I'm addicted to your gigantic dick…"

“Cum for me, Tucker Honey! Let me see you cum for me!”

Like a kettle brought to the boil, Maeve finally reached release.

It felt as though she were plucked off her feet and washed away on a hot undulating wave molten bliss. A druglike euphoria that dragged at her soul, verging on an out of body experience as she came right along with her man. Riding that unexplainable metaphysical tether which connected his blistering climax to her own.

Was she cumming because he was? Deriving her own cunt-crushing pleasure from seeing him explode inside a sexy slut and taming another fertile, virgin womb with his sticky seed?

When her faculties finally returned, Maeve found herself in a fervid lip lock with Harper. The vivacious redhead looked melted and exhausted. Her heavenly soft body laid limply on the examination table beneath the doctor as they explored each other's taste and exchanged gentle caresses.

Tucker 2.0 whirred and flopped about on the ceramic white floor behind them at the end of a long, glistening trail of Harper’s squirted pussy nectar. The air around them felt warm and close, perfumed by their sweat, juices and a waft of earthy aniseed…

With a satisfied sigh, Maeve eventually broke the kiss and sat back up, sweeping her dense curtain of midnight hair back over her slender shoulder.

She smiled in glowing satisfaction down at the puddle of woman still twitching in dreamy aftershocks before her.

“I’m so pleased with your progress today, Dear. Such a good girl. Now, let us get back to work, we have much to do…”

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