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The Long Haul (Original Sci-Fi)
🕑 Added 2022-10-15 14:53:44 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Breeding, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub
Summary: Long haul trips between Planets can get very, very boring, but someone has to do it. Two someones, in fact. And when those two people get stuck in the same enclosed space for years at a time, they're eventually going to get to know each other VERY well. Luckily, these two people are imminently compatible.
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“Found a target. Asteroid E589. High concentration of platinum. Sending the coordinates.”
“… I see it. Bringing us in for a landing.”
“Copy that. All systems green.”
“Coming in hot. Engage in three… two… one.”
“Landing gear engaged.”
There’s a slight tremor through the hull of the small cargo freighter, but that’s it. They work like a well-oiled machine, the two of them. As everything settles in, Marcus flicks the switch to turn on the automated mining crew and then swivels around in his chair as Cassie does the same.
“Nice landing, Captain.”
Cassie, the Captain of their little vessel, scoffs at that as they both rise from their chairs, unbuckling their safety harnesses now that they’re technically ‘parked’.
“Nice landing? Marcus, I just landed us on an asteroid smaller than the smallest regulation landing pad in the galaxy. Bit better than nice, I’d say.”
Marcus just grins at that. Cassie has always been cocky and assertive. She’s the brash fiery redhead, the go-getter who gets them all their jobs and who loves flying her little ship with all her heart. In comparison, he’s a gearhead. An engineer who doubles as the ship’s navigator and second in command but prefers to spend his time toiling away in the ship’s internals more than anything else.
… Well, mostly more than anything else. They step up to each other, Marcus’ height advantage on Cassie becoming obvious as the red head has to crane her neck to look up at him.
“Captain.”
“… Chief Engineer.”
Their titles mean nothing, of course. It’s just the two of them on this ship. The rest of it is automated. Technically, they’re a cargo freighter, one designed for hauling goods long distances halfway across the galaxy. But they’re also freelancers, and years back they invested in an automated mining rig so they could mine an asteroid here or there for some precious metals to sell on the side.
It was good credits, in the end… but two people in a tight, enclosed space like that for so long? Well, they had been decent enough friends before… but they’d gotten to know each other REALLY well over their years alone together.
Holding out a hand palm down, Marcus intones a single word.
“Heel.”
Without missing a beat, Cassie drops into a crouch, acting somewhat like a dog as she raises her hands up on either side of her and curls them like paws. She’s got a cheeky little grin on her face though, right up until he reaches down and utilizes the zipper on his jump suit. His throbbing half-chub falls out onto Cassie’s face, smacking into it with some meaty impact as she gasps and immediately goes cross-eyed just looking at it.
Without missing a beat, Cassie stops playing at being a dog and wraps her hands around his cock like a human woman would, before taking his dick tip in between her lips. This was the sort of relationship the two of them had. Cassie was the Captain and he was the Engineer, but when work was put on pause or came to a close, and it became time to play… well, he became the Master, and she became the Pet.
He hadn’t known she had this kind of personality originally, to be clear. He hadn’t known Cassie had this hidden submissive side lurking inside of her.
But when you’re alone with someone for so long, you learn things no one else knows about them. Things they don’t even know themselves. It’d all started with an innocent game of strip poker, one that Marcus had handily won since he knew how to count cards and she didn’t. Of course, Cassie’s competitive side meant she couldn’t gracefully take any loss that left her naked and him fully clothed, so she’d kept betting until he’d owned her ass for an entire week.
One thing led to another… and now he and his Captain were in a dom-sub relationship, with very clearly defined lines between who was the Dom and who was the Sub.
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
As she face fucks herself on his cock, Marcus groans in appreciation while reaching down and… helping her out of her jacket. She shucks it off even as he pulls up her shirt, dragging down her bra. His hands casually grope and play with her tits, even as Cassie gurgles on his cock, sending reverberating moans up his length in the process.
She loves it when he manhandles her. She loves it when he treats her roughly. So, Marcus reaches up with one hand and grabs her by her ponytail, taking hold of her fiery red locks and driving the pilot down his length even further.
“Gaaaaaaaaagkh!”
His dick slides down the back of her throat, which bulges out from the motion. Her eyes widen, as her nostrils flare a moment before being buried in his pubes. Marcus groans, throwing his head back in pleasure at the sensation. This was the good stuff. This was what he fucking needed.
Before he even knows it, he’s getting close. Not before Cassie’s hands have both descended between her legs however, the horny slut fingering herself while he skull fucks her right there in the middle of the bridge. Not that there’s many other places to do this. They share quarters at this point, mostly because it allowed them to turn his old quarters into another storage room for their side hustles like this asteroid mining.
So beyond the storage, beyond their quarters… the bridge is the only other space in the ship, essentially.
With a growl, Marcus drags Cassie back, causing the pale, freckled red head to gasp as she pops off of his cock. She only gets a moment of warning as her eyes go crossed staring down the barrel of his meat cannon, his hand sliding up and down his shaft in a rapid, jerking motion. And then he cums, plastering her face and her tits with his seed, coating her in his hot, sticky cum.
As he finishes, he lets go of her hair and takes a step back, panting slightly. Cassie, meanwhile, stays kneeling as she reaches up and moans, scooping some of his cum into her mouth and sucking her fingers clean, while rubbing another portion of his jizz into her skin, using it as a moisturizer. Its so fucking sexy, watching her bask in a facial from him. Watching her wiggle and writhe happily, her pussy all but humping the floor like the bitch in heat she is.
When she’s eventually done cleaning herself up her away, she looks at him expectantly, her eyes hungrily staring at his cock, once more erect, before gazing up into his face. Marcus considers for a moment… before nodding his head to the bridge door.
“Bed.”
With a grin, she drops forwards onto her hands and crawls on her hands and knees off of the bridge and towards their quarters. She wiggles her ass as she goes, Marcus enjoying the view while following along. She doesn’t start stripping the rest of the way naked until they reach their quarters however, shucking off her clothing as she crawls her way to the bed.
Marcus does the same with his jumpsuit, removing it as he follows her over to the mattress. The end result is that they’re both naked in short order, with Cassie on her hands and knees on the bed, presenting her sloppy, slippery, sopping wet pussy to him for him to fuck at his leisure.
Just as he’s reaching out and grabbing hold of her hips however, she calls out to him, stopping him in his tracks.
“I’m off of birth control, sir~”
Marcus stops, freezing in place for a moment as his mental processes stutter step. His cock is pressed up against Cassie’s slit but not fully inside of her just yet as he pauses and stares at her, blinking owlishly.
“… Are you sure?”
He’s not asking for himself. Cassie knows that Marcus wants more than anything to be a father… eventually. That’s the issue, really. Is Cassie really ready to be a mother? Are they in a position where they’re ready to start a family? The thing is Marcus doesn’t know. He’s not in charge of their finances.
Don’t get him wrong, Marcus likes numbers. Can’t be an engineer without an eye for math. But he prefers numbers that don’t involve people. When it comes to the ship and the mathematics required to keep her running smoothly or make sure her landing gear is engaged at precisely the right time, that’s easy. But when it comes to numbers that other people affect? That’s a lot harder.
The galaxy isn’t a nice place. Your average human being is as cutthroat and selfish as they come. Marcus just can’t be bothered to deal with other people. He’s never been what you might call personable, not like Cassie. That’s why Cassie is in charge of their finances, of the money that comes in and out for the jobs that they do, as well as their side hustle with the automated mining rig.
So for her to go off of birth control, for her to offer him his wildest dream. Well…
Cassie’s face softens into a fond smile for a moment as she nods her head up and down.
“I’m sure, Marcus. We’re ready.”
Letting out a shuddering breath, Marcus raises a brow, still not quite sure he believes it.
“… Going to need a bigger ship.”
Cassie smirks.
“We can afford one.”
“… Alright then.”
One of his big, strong hands reaches out and grabs Cassie by her ponytail again, yanking the red head back and forcing her spine to arch as she gasps beautifully. His other hand settles on her hip, holding her in place. A moment later and he’s inside of her, slamming home into her incredibly wet… and altogether fertile twat. As he fills her, stretching her out, Cassie lets out a truly wanton moan, clenching down around his member.
There’s not a doubt in Marcus’ mind that she wants this. And he knows she wouldn’t lie to him either. If she says they’re ready to start a family… then fuck, they’re ready to start a family. Growling lustfully, he begins to pound into the fiery pilot with all his might, pumping in and out of his beautiful Captain like there’s no tomorrow.
Her body bends for him in such satisfying ways, her submission clear in every fiber of her being. As he fills up her sex, her breasts call his name, and so he slides his one hand from her hip up and around to grasp at her tit. Cassie moans out at that even louder, especially when he pinches her nipple between his fingers and gives it a good… hard… TUG!
The squeal that leaves Cassie’s lips is so loud that Marcus moves to silence her without a thought. Not that there’s anyone for literal parsecs around to hear them, but his own ears don’t need that kind of abuse. Besides, Cassie is a horny little submissive sex kitten in bed, and there’s nothing she likes more than being handled roughly. He certainly does that, with the way he moves his hand from her ponytail to her mouth, stuffing his fingers into her open maw and fish hooking her on the spot.
As she gurgles, cut off in her howling, Marcus doesn’t let up for even a second. He continues to roughly pound her pussy without a second thought, losing himself in the primal urges to dominate and fuck and plow to his heart’s content. Cassie’s cunt walls flex and then gush as she orgasms around his cock for the first time but far from the fast time.
Indeed, the red haired Pilot can’t seem to STOP cumming once she starts. Her climaxes are frequent and without pause, every single thrust of his member seeming to draw another release from her. It’s enough to drive a man wild. It’s enough to drive him fucking feral.
Marcus is the one that howls, as he slams home into Cassie’s cunt one final time before unloading directly into her womb. He pushes her down into the bed as he does so, both of his hands going into the back of her hair and between her shoulderblades. She gasps before she’s muffled by the bedding, her body bending for him like it always does. So pliant, so malleable, so… perfectly submissive.
His seed explodes out of his cock and honestly, it’s the best release of Marcus’ entire life. He’s cum inside of Cassie before, to be fair. He’s filled his Captain with his spunk more times than he can count. But Birth Control meant nothing had ever taken. Cassie was good about it too, about always making sure she was up to date on that stuff.
This time is different, knowing that she’s no longer on Birth Control. Knowing that even as he packs her full of his cum, giving her one of his legendary creampies while pinning her to the bed so aggressively… he’s knocking her up. There’s not a doubt in Marcus’ mind that that is what’s happening. Not a doubt in his mind that he’s going to impregnate her, right here and right now.
As he finishes cumming inside of her, Marcus is stiff for a moment, back ramrod straight. Then, slowly, he comes out of it and slumps to the side. Not pulling out of Cassie though. No, instead he wraps his arms around his fiery submissive lover and pulls her down with him, making her the little spoon to his big spoon as he holds her by the waist.
She moans happily and wiggles back into him, eagerly accepting his cock as a big fat plug that will keep his seed in. Though, Marcus knows it won’t be long before it’s time for Round Two. And from the way Cassie is already beginning to jiggle and shake enticingly like the mischievous little minx she is, she knows it too.
Chuckling throatily, Marcus buries his face in Cassie’s hair and breathes in her scent, nuzzling the back of her neck. Cassie gasps in response, arching her back.
“Mm… love you, sir~”
Marcus grins at that and goes for an old classic.
“I know.”
She smacks him on the arm for that one, but he sees the smile on her face that she just can’t help as she nestles back into him. They rest for a time… and then get right back to it. Baby-making ain’t easy, but then nothing worth doing ever is.
Comments
Dysentia
I'm pretty glad that people like my prompts and what Cambrian does with them.
MigratingCoconut
This was a good one
Justyn Morton
Goddamn... stories like this one, a "formal" position of authority submitting to their "subordinate" there aren't enough of them.
