Yasmin interrupts you

Yasmin feverishly pulls open your pants, letting your huge cock string forth, it slaps your bruised abdomen with an audible slap; you recoil slightly in pain.

"Ow," you groan.

You hear Yasmin calling for you, they probably were checking up on you and was surprised to not find you in the bunk you were stuck in for days.

"I'm here" you shout, letting Yasmin know where you are.

You were glad you took Yasmin with you, your injuries were quite severe, considering you took on a village head-on. Without Yasmin, your injuries would have been life-threatening. Yasmin had to amputate the arm, its bones had been shattered; into small fragments. Even afterward, Yasmin has been carefully monitoring your health, even stopping an infection in your leg from spreading.

"How did you get here?" She says concerned, entering the doorway.

Yasmin is wearing tight black pants, a grey shirt, and finishing with a white cloth around her head. You don't remember where she got the clothing, must be from the colony. She has dark marks on her clothes, making you guess she has been helping Rachel.

"I walked," you tell her, "I'm doing better."

Deep down you are still upset at the loss of much of your forearm, yet considering the apes can easily break bones, you're not surprised, and you know it's not her fault.

"You're still too injured," she lectures you "You should have asked for help a least."

"I'm fine," you grumble.

"Aaron, you're not" she responds.

She moves over to your left side, "what are you doing here, anyway?"

"I was searching for any remnants of The Andromeda in orbit," you tell her.

"Anything?" she asks, looking into the console.

"Is that--?" Yasmin asks.

"--yes, The Apollo" you interrupt.

"Unlikely to be survivors, could be something useful up there though." Yasmin says.

She turns towards you, "It's time for your medication."

She is carrying a needle and other things in her right hand, it is filled with a clear liquid. She sets them down on a nearby chair. She rubs a soaked cloth on your arm, the smell of disinfectant burning roughly in your nose.

"Ugh" you grumble, she's done this many times in the recent days.

She ignores you, taking the top off the disposable needle and pushing it slowly into your arm. She pushes it in, the cold fluid spreading uncomfortably in your veins, it wraps around the stump of where you forearm used to be. Finishing she puts the stuff to the side, setting it back of the chair. Yet her left hand, however, lingers on your arm.

"Well, I guess you are a little better," she rationalizes to herself.

She moves in for a kiss while you push forward to meet her. This atmosphere seems to really increase a woman's libido, you think to yourself. Her hand moves across your chest, slowly reaching down, touching your cock through your pants; the light touch casing your member to swell uncomfortably in your pants.

"Fuck me, I need you," she begs.