Chapter Twelve

"Start talking, Maeve. This had better be good.”

“It’s more than good, Honey.” Maeve purred, ever so pleased to be the center of his focus again. She stepped up behind Harper and seized a thick fistful of her rich ginger tresses. “And it’s perfectly in line with our mission’s original intent. Mankind’s inevitable expansion into the stars. To create a new genesis story for ourselves on New Eden.”

With the slightest of nudges, she pressed Harper’s panting face up against his unyielding hardness. The hyperventilating redhead didn’t need much coaxing. She rolled her head, smudging the slick, plum-sized head around her lips, cheeks and chin. Chasing it with her lapping tongue as it streaked wet lines on her freckled skin.

“Do any of us look like a biblical Adam or Eve to you, Doc?” Tucker huffed, talking to Maeve’s shiny black tits more than the articulately expounding woman herself. “This isn’t a fucking fairytale or an accident. Someone hid those protocols deep within the system's base code. Someone with top-tier clearance at the Andromeda Institute and a sick, twisted mind.”

“No one is more top tier than you, Baby.” Charlotte crooned, running her tongue across his collarbone and grinding her drenched womanhood against his trunk-like thigh. “Nobody has ever pleased my hot little pussy or fucked me so thoroughly as you do.”

“You’re the biggest and strongest Daddy a girl could ever wish for.” Grace mewled, her plentiful milk dripped down into the close press of their bodies as she shyly traced her delicate hands over his jacked muscles. “I think I’m pregnant with triplets, Daddy. Just keep packing your fertile baby girl to the brim with your virile seed and I might even bear you quadruplets!”

“That’s not how that works…” He grunted, not shifting his searing gaze away from Maeve’s nitid cleavage.

He was staring at her. Tucker had two pregnant, creamy goddesses fawning all over him while a cum-starved cocksucker stropped his goliath manhood like a sex-kitten in heat, and he was fixated on her!

Maeve slowly, teasingly, eased her shoulders back and took deeper breaths. All the better to highlight her chesty assets for his eager-eyed examination.

Her sodden snatch ached for the hulking young stud. Thrilled at his intense attention as she guided Harper’s pillowy, puckered lips back up to slide sensually over his corpulent cock and swallow the first few inches wholesale.

”Mmmmmff~!”

“While I admit that the unknown architect of the Eden Protocols went about implementing them in an underhanded fashion, Perseus’s decisions and actions all make perfect sense when you have all the pertinent facts.” Maeve began guiding Harper’s blissfully moaning mouth up and down in slow, suckling strokes. “Very big picture type of stuff. For instance, do you know what the ratio of men to women is on this starship?”

Tucker’s sky-blue eyes hadn’t left her body, even as she leaned provocatively over and wiggled her tight, rubber-coated toosh while jerking him off with another woman’s beautiful face. She kept looking up at him through her dark lashes, meeting his hot gaze with an equally smoky one of her own.

It was like he had forgotten the two angelic visions of pregnant perfection, groaning lustily and rudely rubbing themselves to sizzling climaxes on his naked demi-god physique.

“I’m burning up for you, Daddy. Touch my good girl pussy and feel how wet you’ve made me…” Grace yowled plaintively, pulling his muscly arm deeper into her creamy cleavage as she hiked up a knee to mount his trapped fingers.

“You don’t need them, Baby. Just let me take care of you. You can fuck every part of me with your massive tool anytime you like.” Charlotte begged as she ground her sopping snatch against his thigh and licked the sweat off his neck. “I’ll be your willing fucktoy. Just bend me over whenever and wherever. Fill me up until I leak your scrummy seed from every hole…”

Maeve smirked in smug satisfaction as their erotic entreaties fell on deaf ears as Tucker frowned in thought and ravaged Harper’s slobbering skull at her seductive insistence.

“I never thought to check… What are the numbers?”

Perseus helpfully responded in a husky feminine tone so honeyed and sultry it would have made a eunuch pray for cold weather.

“The quotient of male to female crew members assigned to the Persues III is one to three. Amongst the hibernating colonists, the gender divide widens. Their ratio is one to five. Again, that is the male to female population respectively.”

Several holographic projectors flickered to life around the engineering bay. They showcased a complex range of passenger manifests and data reels, but the most compelling evidence was the live feed of the freshly thawed crew stumbling groggily into the vacant mess halls.

The overwhelming majority of them had long hair, pronounced breasts, and a distinct lack of any bulge between their legs, as made demonstratively clear by the razor-thin hibernation sleeves that hugged their staggering bodies.

Several were licking empty bowls clean as they moved as one, like a horde of nylon-clad zombies, towards the banks of wall-mounted calorie dispensers.

“We’re on a goddamn ship of the Valkyries.” Tucker groaned in disbelief, beginning to swing his hips into Harper’s greedily slurping lips. “How did we miss this? There were endless checks and balances. Someone should have noticed the disparity…”

“Amongst the colonists, certainly. I suspect some higher-up chicanery there, much like the hidden protocols themselves. As for the ship’s crew, why would it matter?” Maeve crooned up at him before she leaned over the bobbing head of fiery hair to kiss and nuzzle his sculpted abdomen. “Each of us was selected for our unique professional skill sets, not our gender.

“Hand-picked as the best possible candidates to support and assist the colonists in first reaching, then establishing, humanity's first foothold on New Eden. Our ability to procreate and populate was only of secondary importance.”

“The hell you say. Tell that to the two swollen bellies beside me.” Tucker snarled, wrapping a mitt-sized hand around Maeve’s slender neck to firmly angle her line of vision towards one of the holographic displays. “Look at them go, Doctor. They’re mobbing the dispensers with no idea what they are really ingesting. You’ll be personally responsible for contaminating the entire crew and turning them into sex maniacs like us!”

His grip was like iron but not rough or painful. Maeve’s plastic-wrapped pussy sang a joyfully wet chorus at his domineering hold. Feeling his dauntless strength manipulating her helpless feminine figure, she squeezed a sexually supercharged moan from her ruby lips as she leaned into his hold.

“Mmmmm… Tucker Honey, I adore it when you take command but the nutrient paste was never the problem.”

The powerfully built adonis heaved Maeve closer as he glared down into her dark, smoky eyes. The brutal motion pressed her latex-coated breasts against his barrel chest and trapped Harper’s drooling, cock-sucking face between their thrusting loins.

”Gluuurg~!”

The ginger-haired plaything gagged as Maeve ground her horny hips against the back of her pretty skull, forcing more of Tucker’s untenable length down her constricting esophagus.

Charlotte and Grace bore complicated expressions on their stunning faces as they clung possessively to Tucker, looking from him to Maeve and back again. Burning arousal and jealous insecurity blended with the instilled desire to please their man.

“Don’t listen to her, Baby. She doesn’t love you like I do. Have I told you that before? How much I love you and need you in me, stretching and stirring up my insides with your giant dick, like, all of the time?”

“Look at me, Daddy! Look at what a good baby girl I’ve become, just for you. You’re the first and only man who will ever possess my fertile baby mama pussy. I yearn to feel your huge daddy cock filling me up constantly…”

“Explain.” Tucker demanded through gritted teeth.

He was a mighty boulder teetering on a precipice. On a knife edge, primed to plunge down the mountainside, to gather mass and momentum into a lurid landside that would demolish anything in his path.

His pulse pounded visibly at his temple and Maeve, like a pilgrim at the end of a holy journey, tentatively reached up and traced her manicured fingertips across the pulsating vein.

It throbbed hot and heavy under her feather-light touch, arcing hedonistic sparks through her quaking core and jump-starting her hammering heartbeat.

“We were already changed well before you thawed from stasis. Honey.” She whispered softly, riding the back of Harper’s head onto his **** girth as she tenderly cupped his stubbly jaw in a latex-gloved hand. “The pods monitor and regulate our physical states and vital functions while in the long sleep.

“Perseus was plugged into every little part of us and we were all cooked into the most procreative versions of ourselves long before our caretaker AI let us out of its stewpot of gene therapy and neuro-patterning. All my tests confirmed that the food was clean and uncontaminated. Simply a ready source of rich nutrients that our altered bodies crave to fuel their altered growth.”

All the fury drained from Tucker’s expression as she caressed his strong chin with one hand and reached down between them with her other to tangle her fingers in a thick head of ginger curls.

“So that’s it then. New Eden–humanity's greatest hope for the future–is going to be a colony of baby-crazy sluts and horny fuck boys.” He muttered in a defeated tone. “Where’s the future in that? We were screwed from the beginning.”

He seemed to deflate, and the fingers around Maeve’s neck loosened as six pairs of dainty hands and one vacuuming mouth worked to comfort him. Compassionately caressing and rubbing conciliating circles on his muscular flesh.

“Don’t be like that, Baby. With you guiding and commanding us, there’s nothing we can’t achieve together…”

“You’re so big and strong, Daddy. I know you’ll protect us all and make sure everything turns out right…”

”Mmmlurp!”

On the holographic view screens above them, the feeding frenzy in the mess halls had calmed into something like a more dignified mealtime rush. Crew members began settling at the communal tables to shovel down their mud-colored slop. Female crewmates gravitated towards the rarified males like schools of underdressed fish.

Captain Miari Aatkani, a highly regarded Moroccan astronaut and military veteran, was pressed hip to hip with her Chinese second in command; Jun Cho, and was practically shuffling her honed, athletic butt into his lap as they conversed in brief exchanges between gloopy spoonfuls of paste.

“All is not lost, Honey. This merely necessitates a change in mindset and approach.” Maeve soothed, dragging Harper off Tucker’s monstrous manmeat before the silly girl passed out from a lack of oxygen in her cum-hungry enthusiasm. “We still have the personnel, skills, and several cargo holds stacked full of equipment required to achieve mission success. Perseus is due to make landfall in… how many days?”

“Four days, seven hours and twenty-three minutes, Doctor Hughes.” The seductively silken voice of the ship’s AI purred from the surrounding speakers. “Current food and energy reserves are sufficient to independently sustain the colony population for one thousand, two hundred and ninety-six of Earth's planetary rotations.”

“Fuck, why does Persues have to sound like that?” Tucker groaned as Maeve kneeled down to wrangle his massive, twitching shaft in both rubber-sleeved hands. “Too fucking sexy…”

“Over three years.” She confirmed, squatting on her knife heels and jacking his pulsating stiffness towards Harper’s smiling, salivating face. “You can easily make it work in that amount of time. I know you can, Honey. You’re so strong and smart and manly. You’ll do it for me, right? And you know what else you can do for me, don’t you?”

“Wha–What?”

“Can you cum for me, Honey? I really want to see it. I need to feel your meaty cock buck in my hand as you paint this sexy bimbo slut white with your hot baby juice.”

Maeve’s whispered plea seemed to reignite the inferno in the yoked-out stud’s topaz blue eyes as he glared down at her with lusty ferocity. She preened beautifully for him. Propping up her shiny cleavage, flicking back her glossy midnight locks and pursing her ruby lips in a suggestive little pout to stoke his furious passion.

Even Charlotte and Grace appeared affected by the provocative performance. Energetically grinding and smearing their pregnant pussies against Tucker’s formidable musculature and rubbing their hugely voluptuous figures against him.

“Gawd… look at them, Daddy! So pretty and be-begging for you.” Grace blurted, her spurting milk running down her playboy bunny body and glistening wetly on her taut ivory flesh. “Please give it to them, Daddy… hyaa~! Mark them as your g-good girls too.”

“Do it, Baby. Show that teasing bitch and her thirsty fucktoy who’s in charge.” Charlotte hissed as she gnawed on his shoulder and aggressively humped his flexing thigh like a rabid, strawberry blonde jizz-hound . “Just remember I was your first… oomff~ I’m still the number one spunk dumpster when it comes to your glorious beefcake cock!”

“Cock, yay! Yummy, Mister Happy cock!” Harper repeated jubilantly, openly drooling and staring cross-eyed at the drizzling tip weaving in the air like a dancing cobra, only scant inches from her vacuously grinning lips. “Wanna make big Mister Happy cock feel super duper happy!”

“Cum for me, Tucker Honey. Please… I need it. Won’t you cum for your naughty little doctor?”

Maeve was no longer pumping Tucker’s dauntless dick so much as she was holding on for dear life and steering it towards her intended target. His terrific tumescence lurched in her grasp, lavishly lubed with voracious redhead’s spit and his slick spend as it glided between her inky gloves with the barest hint of friction.

“Better brace yourself, um… Harper, was it? Because here it comes!” Tucker stumbled momentarily before loosing a bestial roar of carnal gratification that echoed off the bulkheads. “Shit… fuck! Take it, take it all!”

“Yeeeesss-urp!”

The fiery-haired bimbo’s shrill of exaltation was cut short as the first explosive eruption impacted her tonsils like a gooey cannonade, closely followed by another profusive expulsion that stuffed her oral cavity so full that her cheeks ballooned outwards like a chipmunk hoarding nuts.

Maeve squirmed in her front-row seat, trying to angle the bucking bronco in her grasp towards the gurgling slut’s gulping throat and heavy, jiggling tits. Her baking hot cunt felt achingly empty. She felt every pulse of Tucker’s stupendous shaft as a sticky stream geysered out to plaster Harper’s skimpy, barnyard-print leotard to her thick, fertile frame with creamy ropes of his pearly seed.

“You’re doing it! Thank you, thank you, Honey.” She gasped, clenching her slender thighs together in a lightning-quick release of her own. “Oh Gawd… You’re cumming so hard for me, Tucker!”

His reserves seemed unfathomably deep. Bottomless. Maeve teased and stroked. Pumped, aimed and fired what felt like an entire broadside of steamy ordnance onto the buxom redhead until she was a cum-dazed mess. Laid out like a drunk on the cold metal floor with a vapid grin on her burbling lips, practically swimming in a rich puddle of pungent jism.

Maeve leaned her rosy cheek against Tucker’s staunch stiffness. It was unflagging in erectitude. Come to think of it, she couldn’t recall the last time she had seen the young stallion soft or unprepared to prop up a shelf if required.

His tireless turgidity was in a constant state of battle-hardened readiness and saturated her olfactory with that intoxicating scent of salty licorice. She took a deep huff of him as she shifted her face to glide her moist tongue along the slick underside of his ribald length.

“Heavens above, Honey. You smell amazing…”

“And you smell still wrong, Doctor. ” Large fingers encircled Maeve’s throat again, closing like a steel clamp. That dragged a lusty groan from deep in her vacant guts. “Unfilled… Unmated… Unclaimed.”

Tucker lifted her by the nape as though she were a misbehaving kitten and turned her to face him as her booted feet left the ground. His expression was stern and resolute, with a fury of base animal desire roiling just below the surface.

Soul-stirring anticipation lit up Maeve’s randy psyche like Times Square on New Year's Eve. His show of strength was undeniable. Indomitable. She bit back a manic giggle when a prodding thickness jabbed at her trim tummy.

“Whatcha gonna do about it, Stud?” She wheezed in a goading challenge.

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