A learning experience

The transition to the Drift goes smoothly, and then I'm powering everything back up and we're off with our shiny new cloaking device hopefully keeping us safe enough. We settle into our normal shipboard routine as we fly through the colorful void: I feed everyone breakfast in the mess hall from my chest, then I drain everyone's sperm tanks. Someone takes a shift at the helm while I make more UPBs, we break for a milky lunch and another round of emptying the boys of their reproductive material, then someone else takes a shift at the helm while I finish up my work. Then it's a liquid dinner for everyone, followed by some enjoyable exercise, and I take a turn at the helm, using the Keep Watch spell to avoid needing to sleep.

There's some differences now, though. At mealtime, everyone stops and waits until I actually say, “Okay, you can drink up now.” They simply… wait, even though we've done this like a hundred times or more and they KNOW I'm cool with it as soon as I'm undressed. At the after meal party, everyone likewise waits until I tell them to come bed me… the fact that I'm dripping down there in anticipation and we've all done it like a hundred times before doesn't seem to matter.

When I get out of the shower, naked, and Gregory averts his eyes, I'm sufficiently suspicious that I ask, “It's fine for you to look: I want you to do so, because I enjoy the attention,” because of stupid hormones from the stupid curse from a stupid deity. Ugh. But it does make me feel nice.

“Yes Dana,” he replies, calmly switching his eyes to my chest and licking his lips.

I frown, and decided to experiment, “Strip, please.”

The very, very muscular human immediately does so, taking off his armor and clothes, then dismissing his Astral suit… and just standing there, naked, his junk hanging out. He's just… waiting. Horny, looking at me, and… not doing anything about it.

Which is kinda hot. “Hold still…” I instruct him, and quietly use the Icicle Dagger spell to summon a sharp and pointy weapon made out of ice. I walk calmly up to him, and put it at his throat… and he still doesn't move. I move it down to his erect member, and look at his face. He's sweating. Obviously nervous as all get out. But he's not DOING anything. “Why aren't you responding?”

“I am yours,” he breathes nervously, “you command, I obey.”

And my body so wants his seed in me… being insatiable is mixed… I drop the dagger, and it melts to nothingness. “Lay down in your bunk, stay hard, and don't cum until I tell you to,” …maybe my hormones are directing some of this.

“Yes Dana,” the man obeys, laying down. I climb on top of him, his thick, meaty member in a spot I've had it many times before, stretching me wonderfully.

I start rocking my hips, stimulating myself, using him like a dildo. I want more, though. “Play with my breasts. Rub them, suck them, run your hands around all of my curves… make me feel good.”

“Yes goddess…” he whispers, and begins doing so.

He's had a lot of practice pushing my buttons, and ‘thanks’ to Life's Curse, my buttons are VERY easy to press. He has me thrashing around his dick in minutes… and doesn't go off himself. So I keep going. And going. And going.

Bob and Frank come in at some point; I give them some simple instructions, “I'm performing an experiment… come back in four hours.”

…and they both leave, just like that.

Four hours and countless orgasms on my part later (still none on Gregory's), they come back. They made a good timer. “Gregory: Cum for me, and don't stop until I say. Frank, Bob, come back in an hour.” Frank and Bob leave wordlessly.

“YES!!” The human screams beneath me as he uploads into my cunt, and I feel the hot liquid pumping in. I keep riding him, and his baby batter keeps coming. He fills me up, until the spunk starts seeping out into the bed. I don't tell him to stop. He keeps filling up my overflowing baby bakery until the mess spills off the bed, onto the floor, and spreads farther and farther, Gregory grunting over and over as he obeys despite all common sense and laws of physics.

When Frank and Bob return, I nod, feeling delirious, “Gregory, you can stop now.” And he does… and collapses **** from the exertion.

Yeah, okay, that's unnatural. I get off of the poor abused man and go into the shower, looking at the other two crewmen, “I've made a horrible mistake, and I need to fix it. Here…” I withdrawal my Mythic blessing from the three of them, “...are you still feeling compelled to obey me?”

The two men look at each other, and the unholy quantity of Gregory's seed spread around the room, before either of them dares to answer.