Epilogue of the first part

Samus POV

Samus was starting to feel a little weighed down by everything. Having an athletic body like hers helped, but even though she was one of the most attractive bounty hunters in the universe, she wasn't used to advanced sex. Her body was already feeling sore, and having fucked on the floor hadn't helped.

But she hadn't had any regrets; she'd achieved much today. In fact, she'd gained a new, extremely sexy lover who knew how to take her.

All thanks to this space station and its strange reality-bending devices.

A bitter taste, however, was starting to grow in Samus as she alternated between licking her clone's body and being molested by it. She knew she couldn't stay on this station much longer. She still had plenty of work out there, and a lot of people expected her help. But for now, she had to finish that delicious milk on the body of her new favorite MILF clone mommy, and then she'd plan for the future, perhaps arranging a monthly visit to the station? No, better yet, once a week.

Her clone had noticed her frown, but she probably understood too; after all, they were essentially the same person...

Milf Samus: You won't give up on me halfway, you know, I have needs, too, Baby.

Or maybe not. But actually, she was right; she hadn't been able to keep up with her. The clone had only come once, and she would have felt guilty leaving her lover unsatisfied, so she stepped in, trying to redress the balance.

It was much easier than her expected.... She had three milk orgasms and two normal ones in five minutes? She wasn't even trying hard, but the clone kept coming and coming as if she were insatiable and endowed with infinite sexual energy. Was that part of the MILF enhancement?

She managed to push herself for another ten minutes, and the clone continued to orgasm while she limited herself to teasing her a little and making her come a couple more times each. She had one normal orgasm and one milk orgasm, then Samus had to give up.

Samus was exhausted. She'd fought her way through spaceships and space stations, engaged in chases and space combat for hours on end, but a good half hour of sex had left her completely exhausted and her partner only partially satisfied.

Samus collapsed on top of her, her body acting as a pillow, her clone caressing her hair in a maternal way.

Milf Samus: You were a good girl.

Samus believed it was a lie; she felt like she could have continued for hours, as if she'd tampered with all her resistance to stress and combat with her talent for sex and an infinite sexual desire.

Samus fell asleep.

She didn't know how much time had passed until she woke up on a bed in a cabin in the station, not particularly energetic and with her body feeling sticky. The memories of everything that had happened before she fell asleep made her embarrassed, how could she be so inadequate compared to the clone.

She looked around but didn't see the clone in the cabin. Samus wondered what he was up to. But first, she needed a shower.

After a few minutes, she returned to the computer control room.

Samus: Computer, where's my clone?