Lost in Space: Erotic Fanfiction of Forbidden Desires in the Stars
Deep in the void of space, where the cold grip of infinity meets the raw heat of human longing, the Robinson family’s odyssey twists into something primal. This tale dives into the uncharted territories of lust and survival, blending the classic 1960s Lost in Space saga with unbridled passion. 🔥 Explore the crashing ships, exiled lovers, and interstellar rescues that ignite forbidden fires.
Chapter 1: Collision of Worlds and Captive Flames
The Jupiter 2 shuddered like a lover in the throes of ecstasy gone wrong, metal groaning against metal as it slammed into the royal vessel from Montaka. Alarms blared, a shrill symphony that pierced the stars, while sparks flew like forbidden kisses in the dark. Professor John Robinson gripped the controls, his knuckles white, sweat beading on his brow under the flickering red lights. Beside him, Maureen, his wife of years that felt both eternal and fleeting, clutched his arm, her breath hot against his neck.
“John, hold on!” Maureen’s voice cut through the chaos, laced with that mix of fear and fire that always stirred something deep in him. The ship listed, gravity pulling them into a spin that mimicked the wild abandon of their private moments back on Earth.
Aboard the opulent Montakan cruiser, Princess Crystara stumbled in her silken gown, the fabric whispering against her skin like a lover’s promise. Her father, King Lendor, bellowed orders to his guards, his voice booming like thunder over the hum of failing engines. “Secure the invaders! They dare collide with royalty?” The air thickened with the scent of scorched ozone and exotic perfumes from the princess’s chambers—jasmine and musk, heavy and intoxicating.
Dr. Zachary Smith, ever the slippery eel, slithered from the wreckage first, his thin frame dodging debris. “Oh, what a pickle,” he muttered, eyes darting to the armed guards closing in. Penny and Will Robinson huddled close, the girl’s wide eyes reflecting the flashing lights, her small hand in her brother’s, tasting the metallic tang of fear on her tongue.
The Montakans didn’t waste time. Rough hands seized Smith, Penny, and Will, dragging them toward the prison chamber. The guards’ armor clanked, cold steel biting into young skin. King Lendor’s gaze, sharp as a blade, fell on the rest of the Robinsons. “Exile them to the moon of Galor. Let the wilds claim what our cells won’t.”
John protested, his voice gravelly with rage. “We’re not your enemies! This was an accident!” But the king’s sneer silenced him, and soon the family—minus the captives—was shuttled to the barren rock orbiting the distant planet. The shuttle’s door hissed shut, leaving the taste of recycled air and unresolved fury on their lips.
Back on the damaged Jupiter 2, hidden in the debris field, the Robot whirred to life. Its mechanical arms extended, sparks dancing like fireflies as it began repairs. “Danger, danger,” it intoned, but there was a quiet determination in its electronic hum, a spark of loyalty that no algorithm could fully explain.
On the moon’s surface, the Robinsons stepped out into a world that assaulted the senses. The air was thick, humid, carrying the earthy rot of alien jungle—damp soil and blooming fungi that released a sweet, almost aphrodisiac pollen. Vines twisted like serpents, leaves rustling with hidden life. Don West, the major with his chiseled jaw and pilot’s swagger, scanned the horizon, his hand brushing Judy’s accidentally. She pulled away, but not before a jolt of electricity passed between them, warm and insistent.
“We stick together,” John commanded, his voice steady but his mind racing. Maureen nodded, her eyes meeting his with that unspoken promise they’d shared through every crisis. But the jungle had other plans. As they pushed through the undergrowth, the path forked, and in the haze of mist, Don and Judy veered left while John and Maureen went right. Separation came swift, like a stolen glance in a crowded room.
The king watched from his bridge, a smug curl to his lips. “Let them rot in paradise. Our princess’s wedding to Prince Galor proceeds uninterrupted.”
Yet in the prison hold, Smith schemed, whispering to Penny and Will about escape, his breath foul with the remnants of a smuggled ration bar. The guards’ boots echoed like distant drums, a rhythm that built tension in the dim, sweat-soaked cell.
Chapter 2: Exile’s Whisper and Budding Desires
The moon of Galor wasn’t the barren waste the king had promised. Instead, it unfolded as a lush labyrinth, vines heavy with dew that clung to skin like eager fingers. Judy Robinson, with her lithe form and hair cascading like midnight silk, felt the humidity seep into her clothes, making the fabric stick to her curves. Don walked beside her, his broad shoulders cutting through the foliage, the scent of his sweat—salty, masculine—mingling with the jungle’s feral perfume.
“Judy, you okay?” Don’s voice was low, rough around the edges, like gravel under boots. He glanced at her, eyes lingering on the way her shirt clung, outlining the swell of her breasts. She’d always been the poised one, the eldest daughter, but out here, away from the ship’s sterile confines, something raw stirred.
She nodded, swallowing hard, tasting the pollen on her tongue—sweet, heady, making her pulse quicken. “Yeah, just… this place. It’s alive, Don. Pulsing.” Her words hung between them, charged, as a distant roar echoed through the trees, vibrating in their chests.
They’d lost sight of her parents in the mist, but the separation felt less like loss and more like opportunity. Don stopped at a clearing, where sunlight pierced the canopy in golden shafts, warming the mossy ground. “We should wait here. Signal if they call.” But his eyes said more, tracing the line of her neck, down to where her pulse fluttered.
Judy met his gaze, heat rising in her cheeks. “Don, we’ve danced around this for months. The stolen looks in the control room, your hand on my back during drills. Out here… no one’s watching.” Her voice dropped, husky, as she stepped closer, the air between them thickening with unspoken want.
He reached out, fingers grazing her arm, the touch electric, sending shivers despite the heat. “Judy, I… God, I’ve wanted you since the day we launched. Your laugh, your fire. But your father’s right there, always.” His thumb traced her skin, rough calluses from piloting contrasting her softness.
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear, breath warm. “Forget him. Here, it’s just us. Fuck the rules, Don. I need you.” The words tumbled out, crude and honest, stripping away the veneer of civility. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him down.
Their kiss exploded like a supernova—lips crashing, tongues tangling in a wet, desperate dance. He tasted of salt and urgency, she of the jungle’s sweetness. Don’s hands roamed, cupping her ass, squeezing through the fabric, pulling her against his hardening length. She moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the rustling leaves, her body arching, nipples peaking against his chest.
They dropped to the moss, soft and yielding like a bed of sin. Don peeled her shirt away, exposing her breasts to the dappled light, the air cool on her heated skin. “Fuck, Judy, you’re beautiful,” he growled, mouth descending, sucking a nipple hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. The pull shot straight to her core, wetness pooling between her thighs.
She clawed at his pants, freeing his cock—thick, veined, throbbing in her palm. The sight of it, the feel, made her mouth water. “I want to taste you,” she whispered, voice raw. Lowering her head, she licked the tip, salty pre-cum bursting on her tongue, then took him deep, hollowing her cheeks, the jungle’s chorus masking her slurps and his groans.
Don’s fingers tangled in her hair, hips bucking. “Shit, yes, just like that. Suck me, baby.” The words spurred her, throat relaxing as she deep-throated him, the musky scent of his arousal filling her senses. But he pulled her up, eyes wild. “Not yet. I need to be inside you.”
He stripped her fully, fingers delving into her slick folds, thumb circling her clit. She cried out, the touch igniting fireworks, her body slick with sweat and desire. “Don, please… fuck me hard.” He positioned himself, thrusting in with one brutal stroke, filling her completely. The stretch burned sweet, pleasure bordering pain as he pounded, skin slapping skin, the ground damp beneath them.
Her nails raked his back, drawing beads of blood that mingled with sweat, the coppery tang sharp in the air. Orgasms built like tidal waves—hers crashing first, walls clenching around him, milking his release. He roared, spilling hot inside her, collapsing in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged in the afterglow.
Meanwhile, deeper in the jungle, John and Maureen pressed on, the separation gnawing at them. The air grew heavier, water sounds lapping ahead—a lake, shimmering under alien suns.
Chapter 3: Jungle Passion Unleashed
Back in the clearing, Judy and Don lay entwined, the jungle’s humidity wrapping them like a lover’s embrace. Her skin glistened, marked by his teeth and fingers, a map of their surrender. “That was… intense,” she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath sweat-slick muscle.
Don chuckled, low and satisfied, nuzzling her neck, inhaling the mix of her floral soap and their shared musk. “Understatement of the century. But we can’t stay here forever. Your folks are out there.” Reluctance colored his words; he wanted to lose himself in her again, right there on the forest floor.
She sat up, retrieving scattered clothes, the fabric chafing her sensitive skin—a delicious reminder. “Yeah, but Don… this changes everything. I love you. Not just some crush. Real, deep.” Her eyes shone, vulnerable in the green-filtered light.
He pulled her close, kissing her forehead. “Love you too, Judy. We’ll figure it out. Fight for it if we have to.” But as they dressed, a rustle nearby made them freeze—a shadow slinking through the vines, eyes glowing like embers. Not her parents. Something predatory.
“Shit, run!” Don grabbed her hand, pulling her through the underbrush, hearts pounding in sync with their footfalls. Branches whipped at their faces, drawing thin lines of blood that stung like tiny accusations. The creature’s growl followed, guttural and hungry, vibrating the air.
They burst into another clearing, panting, the beast losing their trail in the thicket. Judy leaned against a tree, chest heaving, the bark rough against her back. “Close call. Makes you feel alive, doesn’t it?” Her smile was wicked, adrenaline fueling the spark reignited between her legs.
Don pressed against her, hands sliding under her shirt once more. “Alive as hell. Can’t stop thinking about you, wet and tight around me.” His fingers found her still-slick core, stroking lazily, drawing a whimper from her lips. The danger heightened it, made every touch electric.
“Here? Now?” she gasped, but her hips bucked, betraying her eagerness. He spun her around, bending her over a fallen log, hiking her pants down. The wood was warm, splintered, grounding her as he entered from behind, deeper this time, the angle hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
“Yes, fuck me like you own me,” she demanded, voice breaking on moans. He obliged, thrusts savage, one hand in her hair, pulling her head back for a bruising kiss over her shoulder. The slap of flesh echoed, mingling with bird calls and the distant beast’s fade. Her climax ripped through her, legs trembling, his following in hot pulses that dripped down her thighs.
They collapsed laughing, breathless, the jungle’s symphony resuming around them. But the moment shattered with a call—Maureen’s voice, faint but clear. “Judy! Don!” Reunion beckoned, but so did the complications.
Elsewhere, John and Maureen reached the lake’s edge, the water a mirror of turquoise temptation, steam rising like breath on cold glass. “We need to cross,” John said, stripping off his shirt, muscles rippling under sun-kissed skin. Maureen watched, desire flickering despite the peril.
The water was cool at first, lapping at their waists, then deeper, buoying their bodies. But a ripple disturbed the calm—a massive shape uncoiling from the depths, scales glistening like oil, jaws unhinging with rows of teeth that gleamed wet and sharp.
Chapter 4: Depths of Desire and Monstrous Fury
The sea monster surged, water exploding in a frothy roar that sprayed Maureen’s face, salty and cold. Its eyes, black voids, locked on her, the creature’s maw exhaling a fishy reek that turned her stomach even as terror gripped her. John shouted, “Maureen, swim back!” but she was caught in the current, pulled toward the beast.
He dove in, arms slicing the water, the chill biting his skin like needles. The monster’s tail whipped, sending waves that crashed over them, the taste of minerals and algae filling his mouth. Maureen struggled, her gown tangling like seaweed, but John’s hand found hers, strong and reassuring.
“I’ve got you,” he growled through gritted teeth, pulling her close as the creature lunged. Fins thrashed, the water churning to muddied chaos, bubbles rising like desperate gasps. John grabbed a jagged rock from the shallows, the edge cutting his palm, blood clouding the water—coppery warmth mixing with the lake’s cool embrace.
The beast struck, jaws snapping inches from Maureen’s leg. She screamed, the sound echoing off the banks, raw and piercing. John twisted, plunging the rock into the soft underbelly, feeling the give of flesh, hot ichor spilling like forbidden nectar. The monster thrashed, coils wrapping around his torso, squeezing the air from his lungs, ribs creaking in protest.
Pain lanced through him, but rage fueled his strikes—again and again, until the grip loosened, the body going slack. It sank, a final gurgle bubbling up, the water settling to reveal crimson swirls fading into blue. John surfaced, gasping, pulling Maureen to the bank, their bodies collapsing on the pebbled shore.
She coughed, water streaming from her hair, clinging to him like a second skin. “John… you saved me. Again.” Her hands roamed his chest, tracing the bruises blooming like dark flowers, the touch turning tender, then insistent.
He kissed her fiercely, tasting lake water and relief, tongues battling in a rhythm as old as survival. “Can’t lose you, Maureen. Not to some damn creature, not to space.” His hands tore at her wet clothes, exposing her body to the warming sun, nipples hardening in the breeze that carried the scent of blood and victory.
She straddled him, grinding against his arousal, the pebbles digging into his back—a sharp counterpoint to the slick heat of her core. “Take me, John. Make me forget the fear.” Her voice was a plea, husky with need. He thrust up, entering her in one fluid motion, the water still dripping from their bodies easing the way.
Their lovemaking was primal, hips slamming together, her breasts bouncing with each drive. He sucked at her neck, marking her, the salt of her skin on his tongue driving him wild. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect,” he groaned, fingers digging into her hips, guiding her rhythm.
Maureen rode him hard, clit grinding against his base, pleasure coiling like the monster’s tail. “Harder, John! Fill me up!” Her cries mingled with the lap of waves, orgasm shattering her, inner walls pulsing, drawing his seed deep as he came with a bellow that scared birds from the trees.
They lay spent, the sun drying their skin, the air now scented with sex and serenity. But shouts nearby—Judy and Don—pulled them back to reality. Reunion meant facing the heat they’d both ignited separately.
In the prison aboard the Montakan ship, Smith paced, his nasally whine grating on Penny’s ears. “Patience, my dears. The Robot will come. Or perhaps His Majesty will tire of us.” Will fidgeted, the cell’s chill seeping into his bones, the guards’ laughter outside a mocking chorus.
King Lendor, in his chambers, sipped wine that tasted of berries and power, watching the moon through a viewport. Princess Crystara entered, her gown sheer, eyes troubled. “Father, these Robinsons… they seemed honorable.” But he waved her off, mind on the wedding ahead.
Chapter 5: Reunion’s Fire and Familial Storm
The jungle path converged like fate’s cruel joke, the four Robinsons stumbling into a shared glade. Judy and Don emerged first, disheveled, clothes askew, the flush of exertion—and more—still on their faces. John and Maureen followed, Maureen’s hair tousled, a fresh bite mark peeking above her collar.
“Mom! Dad!” Judy rushed forward, hugging Maureen, but John’s eyes narrowed on Don, reading the signs like a star chart. The air crackled with unspoken accusations, the jungle’s humidity amplifying the tension, sweat trickling down spines.
“What happened to you two?” Maureen asked, voice light but probing, her hand lingering on Judy’s arm, feeling the subtle tremors of recent release.
Don cleared his throat, avoiding John’s glare. “Got separated. Ran into some wildlife. But we’re good.” His hand brushed Judy’s, a secret spark.
Judy straightened, chin lifted. “Dad, we need to talk. About Don and me. It’s serious. I love him. I want to marry him.” The words dropped like a meteor, shattering the fragile peace.
John’s face darkened, veins pulsing in his neck. “Marry? Out here, after one damn afternoon? He’s taken advantage, Judy! You’re vulnerable, and he…” His voice rose, fists clenching, the scent of lake water still on him mixing with rising anger.
“Taken advantage?” Don exploded, stepping forward. “That’s bullshit, Professor! We’ve felt this for ages. I love her—more than space or survival. You can’t control everything!” His chest heaved, muscles taut, ready for the fray.
Maureen tried to intervene. “John, listen—” But he shoved Don, the push igniting the brawl. Fists flew, grunts echoing through the trees—Don’s punch landing on John’s jaw with a meaty thud, John’s counter cracking against ribs. They rolled in the dirt, leaves crunching, blood from split lips tasting of iron and regret.
Judy screamed, “Stop! Both of you!” Tears stung her eyes, the metallic tang in the air turning her stomach. Maureen pulled her back, the women’s hearts pounding in sync.
John gained the upper hand, pinning Don, forearm to throat. “She’s my daughter, West. You don’t get to claim her like some prize.” But Don bucked, eyes fierce. “She’s a woman, not a child. And she chose me.”
The fight halted at a metallic whir—the Robot emerging from the undergrowth, Jupiter 2 hovering above, engines humming like a guardian’s vow. “Family unit intact. Proceed to extraction.” Its voice cut through, arms extending to separate them.
John released Don, standing with labored breaths, wiping blood from his mouth. “This isn’t over.” But the urgency of rescue overrode the rage. They boarded, the ship’s cool air a balm on battered bodies, the familiar beep of systems welcoming them home.
“The princess’s ship—it’s heading to Galor. We follow,” John ordered, plotting the course, Maureen at his side, her hand squeezing his in silent solidarity. Judy and Don sat apart, but their fingers intertwined under the console, a quiet defiance.
As the Jupiter 2 accelerated, stars streaking by, the family settled into uneasy truce. But the embers of passion smoldered, promising more collisions ahead.
Chapter 6: Stellar Rescue and Eternal Wanderings
The Montakan cruiser loomed like a gilded predator in the void, its hull scarred from the crash but regal still. Inside the prison chamber, the air was stale, laced with the guards’ sweat and the faint, acrid bite of energy cells. Dr. Smith lounged against the wall, feigning nonchalance. “Ah, children, despair not. Your metallic nanny approaches.”
Penny’s eyes widened at the distant rumble—explosions? Will pressed to the viewport, heart racing. “It’s the Jupiter 2!”
Aboard their ship, John coordinated the breach. “Don, you’re on point. Judy, cover the kids once we’re in.” The major nodded, loading his laser, the hum vibrating in his palm like pent-up energy. Maureen prepped medical kits, her mind flashing to their lakeside union, a secret smile playing on her lips.
Docking clamps engaged with a clang that reverberated through both vessels, the sound of invasion. Guards swarmed, blasters firing in blue arcs that sizzled the air, ozone sharp. Don burst through, shots whizzing past his ear, the heat singeing hairs. “This way!” he yelled, tackling a guard, fist connecting with helmet in a dull crack.
John and Judy fought back-to-back, her shots precise, his brute force. “For family!” she cried, the laser’s recoil jarring her shoulder. They reached the cell, blasting the lock, the metal melting with a hiss, releasing Smith, who dusted himself off theatrically. “My heroes.”
Penny hugged Judy tight, the girl’s small frame shaking. “We knew you’d come.” Will beamed at the Robot, who had lumbered in behind, deflecting blasts with force fields that shimmered like heat haze.
Alarms wailed, a cacophony that drilled into skulls. King Lendor stormed the corridor, entourage in tow. “Intruders! Seize them!” His voice boomed, but Princess Crystara appeared, hand raised. “Father, wait!” Her eyes, wide and curious, met John’s. The air in the hall thickened with tension, perfumes from her gown clashing with gunpowder.
John stepped forward, hands open. “We mean no harm, Your Highness. The crash was fate’s mishap. Release us, and we’ll be gone.” His tone was steady, but his body ached from the earlier fight, every bruise a reminder of fractured bonds.
Crystara’s gaze softened, lingering on the family’s weary forms. “You’ve been wronged. I see that now. Father, let them go.” Lendor grumbled, but her word held sway. Guards lowered weapons, the click of safeties echoing relief.
“Thank you,” Maureen said, voice warm, pulling Penny close. The princess nodded, a flush on her cheeks—perhaps envy for their raw connections. “Safe travels, Robinsons. May the stars be kinder.”
They retreated to the Jupiter 2, doors sealing with a whoosh, engines firing in a roar that propelled them into the black. Smith quipped, “Another narrow escape. How dreadfully predictable.” But laughter bubbled up, tension easing in the cockpit’s glow.
John turned to Don and Judy, the ship steadying course. “About earlier… if it’s real, fight for it. But earn it.” Don nodded, arm around Judy. “We will, sir.” Maureen smiled, the family knitting tighter amid the cosmos.
Yet as hyperspace folded around them, the navigation glitched once more. “Lost again,” the Robot announced flatly. John sighed, but Maureen’s hand in his sparked hope. In the endless drift, desires burned eternal—jungle heat, lake depths, stellar rescues forging bonds unbreakable. The stars whispered promises of more forbidden encounters, lost but never alone. 💋
This erotic twist on Lost in Space fanfiction captures the raw survival and passion of space exiles, blending intense sex scenes with sci-fi adventure for adult readers craving unfiltered interstellar lust.
