Joshua and May

May quickly adjusted her position, pulling her skirt down and smoothing her wrinkled uniform. She took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her voice and compose her expression into something shy and demure—the way Joshua remembered her.

The door slid open, and Joshua stepped in, holding a small, ornate box. His handsome face lit up with a warm, genuine smile as he saw her. He was in his sharp officer’s uniform, every inch the capable, romantic man she’d once daydreamed about.

“May,” he said softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You look… flustered. Everything alright?”

May tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she used to have. “Oh, yes! Just… reorganizing some data cells. You know how it is—lost in the numbers.” She forced a small, bookish smile.

Joshua chuckled, stepping closer. “Always working. That’s one of the things I admire about you.” He held out the box. “I remembered you mentioned once wanting to see a real, crystalline rose from New Venus. I had one preserved.”

Inside her, the symbiote stirred, pulsing with heat. It whispered: "He’s pretty. He smells good. But he’s not fun. Not like the Master. Still… take the gift. Play along."

May opened the box. Inside, a delicate rose shone with internal light, petals like frozen glitter. Her old self would have gasped with sincere wonder. Now, she had to mimic it. “Joshua, it’s… it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

She could feel your presence from the dresser, a silent, watching pressure. Her skin still tingled from earlier spanks, and between her legs, she was slick and aching. Keeping her posture closed, her legs tight together, was taking conscious effort.

“So,” Joshua said, leaning casually against her desk. “About that date we talked about. The observatory deck tonight? The starfield alignment is supposed to be spectacular.” His voice was hopeful, tender.

"Say yes, the symbiote hissed, but not for the same reason her heart jumped. Say yes… " “I…” May’s voice caught. Her old self did want to go. She remembered the way he talked about quantum theories with such passion, how he’d bring her tea during late shifts. “The observatory… that sounds lovely, Joshua.”

His smile widened. “Great! I’ll meet you there at 20:00 ship-time?” He reached out, almost touching her hand, but stopped, ever the gentleman.

Just then, a tremor ran through May—a deep, internal pulse from the symbiote, a jolt of wanton need that made her clench her thighs. A soft, barely-there moan escaped her lips before she could swallow it.

Joshua’s brow furrowed. “May? Are you sure you’re feeling well? You seem… tense.”

Think, think! “It’s nothing!” she said, too quickly. She adjusted her glasses, another old tic. “Just a slight headache from the data streams. I should probably rest before tonight.”

“Of course,” he said, straightening up, concern in his eyes. “Get some rest. I’ll let you prepare.” He turned to leave, then paused at the door. “I’ve really been looking forward to this, May.”

The moment the door shut behind him, the dresser door slid open silently. I stepped out, a predatory smirk on my face.

May’s performed innocence melted away. Her breath hitched, and her hand drifted from the rose box to between her own legs, pressing against her uniform as if she could soothe the throbbing there.

“Such a good performance, my pet,” i purred, circling her. “The shy little nerd. He bought it completely.”

“Master…” she whimpered, her eyes already glazing over with renewed lust.

“But we both know the truth, don’t we?” i stopped behind her, my hands grabbing her hips, pulling her back against me. “You were dripping the whole time he was talking about stars. Weren’t you?”

She nodded frantically, her body arching into your touch. “Yes, Master.”

“You want to keep your date with the handsome officer?” i whispered, one hand snaking around to cup her breast, the other pulling her skirt back up. “Or do you want to get on your knees now and show me what that pretty mouth is really for?”

She turned in your grasp, sinking to her knees immediately, her hands fumbling with your trousers. “Please, Master. I don’t want the stars. I want you. I want to be your good slut.”

The crystalline rose, forgotten on the desk, glimmered innocently as May’s old self vanished once more beneath the corrupting hunger—and the even more corrupting pleasure—of your control.