Passionate Orbits: Forbidden Cravings in the Void
Links for your pleasure: Chapter 1: Whispers in the Atrium | Jump to Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Whispers in the Atrium 🔥
I stepped off the humming maglev pod into a riot of green that shouldn’t exist this far from any sunlit world. Vines twisted up alloy struts, their leaves brushing my bare skin like curious fingers, carrying the sharp tang of wet earth mixed with the metallic bite of recycled air. Jax trailed behind, his boots thudding softly, breath heavy from the ride that had dragged us through dim tunnels of forgotten debris fields.
This wasn’t some dusty planet-side park. No, this was the heart of Helix Station, a spinning wheel orbiting the gas giant’s furious storms. I’d woken up here weeks ago, yanked from my century-old cryo-pod, body stripped to nothing by some automated hygiene rite that left me exposed, vulnerable. The culture here? Clothes were relics, mass for the filters, indulgence for the weak. Skin breathed free, and so did desires long bottled up in my old life.
“Elara, stick close,” Jax muttered, his voice rough like sand over steel. He was my reluctant handler, a freighter pilot with salt-streaked blond hair falling over a jaw scarred from too many close calls with asteroid belts. Tall, broad-shouldered, his cock—thick even at rest—swung freely between muscled thighs as he scanned the crowd. Not her dad, no blood tie, but the way he’d claimed responsibility for me since thaw-out twisted something forbidden in my gut. Like a stepfather who’d watched me grow, now seeing the woman I’d become.
The atrium pulsed with life. Spacer girls lounged on mossy benches, their lithe bodies oiled and gleaming under soft glow-orbs. One pair caught my eye—petite frames etched with tattoos that swirled like nebulae down their flat bellies to shaved mounds glistening in the humid air. They whispered, fingers tracing each other’s nipples idly, laughing low. My core clenched, heat blooming between my legs. God, the freedom here. Back home, I’d have died a virgin in that apocalypse bunker.
Jax grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward a path lined with bioluminescent ferns. “Spaceport’s this way. Ignore the sluts. They’re always hunting fresh meat.”
I yanked back, grinning wickedly. “Sluts? Or just living passionate like they should?” My tits bounced as I spun toward the pair, nipples hardening in the artificial breeze. Their eyes lit up, dark and hungry.
“Hey, beauties,” I called, sauntering over, hips swaying. The air thickened with their musky scent, arousal sharp as ozone after a lightning strike. “Shipwork got you down? Need a distraction?”
The bolder one, with crimson-streaked hair, licked her lips. “New meat? What’s your story, glow-girl?” Her friend giggled, pinching her own thigh, leaving red marks.
Jax caught up, face flushing. “Elara, damn it—”
Too late. The crimson one slid close, her small hand cupping my breast, thumb flicking my nipple. Electricity shot straight to my clit. “She’s passionate fire,” she purred to her friend. “Taste her.”
Lips crashed into mine, hot and demanding, tongue probing like a hyperspace probe breaching a rift. I moaned into her mouth, tasting sweet synth-berry gloss and salt sweat. Fingers delved lower, parting my slick folds, plunging deep without warning. I gasped, bucking as she curled inside me, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
Her friend knelt, breath hot on my thighs. “Spread for us, newbie.” I did, shameless. Tongue lashed my clit, rough and insistent, while fingers stretched my pussy wider. Jax watched, his length thickening, veins pulsing. Conflict warred on his face—duty versus the beast stirring in his jeans… wait, no jeans here. Naked as us, his cock rose rigid, pre-cum beading at the tip.
“Jax,” I whimpered between thrusts, “join… please.”
He groaned, stepping in. The kneeling girl engulfed him, throat relaxing impossibly as she deep-throated every inch. Gagging wet sounds filled the air, mingling with my cries. Crimson fingers pumped faster, my juices dripping down her wrist. Orgasm ripped through me, violent, vision blurring as I squirted onto the moss, scent of my release blooming thick.
Jax pulled out, grunting, ropes of cum painting the girl’s face. She licked it off greedily, sharing with her friend in a sloppy kiss. We collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged, bodies slick. Passionate chaos, raw and unfiltered.
“Welcome to the station,” Crimson laughed, wiping her chin. “Ship leaves soon. Admiral Thorne’s ride. She’s… intense.”
Chapter 2: Gravity’s Cruel Pull 💋
We stumbled away, my legs shaky, pussy still throbbing from the atrium fuck. Jax’s hand on my lower back burned hotter than before, possessive now. The path wound past glowing fountains, water tinkling like distant chimes, carrying hints of floral essences engineered for calm. But calm fled as we neared the docking arms.
Through massive viewports, the ship loomed—a behemoth cruiser, Stellar Siren, hull gleaming like polished obsidian. Over a million tons, Jax said, gravitics shrugging off the station’s spin. My mind reeled. In my era, ships hugged orbits like scared kids. This? It pierced atmospheres like a cock through virgin tightness.
Soldiers at the airlock—buff women in minimal harnesses that framed their heaving breasts and pierced clits—waved us through. Scanners hummed, caressing my skin invisibly, reading every curve. One winked, licking her lips. “Fresh cargo, eh? Enjoy the ride.”
Inside, corridors thrummed with subsonic vibes that settled in my bones, stirring my core anew. Crew eyed us openly—hands stroking cocks or fingering slits as we passed. Jax’s tension coiled tighter. “Admiral’s quarters ahead. Play nice, Elara.”
“Nice? Like in the garden?” I teased, grinding back against his hardness accidentally-on-purpose.
He growled low. “You’re trouble. Stepson to some lost relic? Feels wrong… but fuck.”
No blood, but his late wife’s cryo-notes named me kin-by-marriage. Stepdaughter cravings simmered unspoken.
We entered the arboretum. Trees rustled, petals releasing pollen that made skin tingle, nipples peak. Beyond viewports, stars wheeled as the ship undocked, silent acceleration pressing us gently. Jax froze, eyes wide. I followed his gaze.
A woman emerged from fronds—Captain Valeria Thorne. Towering nearly Jax’s height, raven hair cascading to shoulders framing a face of predatory elegance. But her tits… enormous, twin orbs defying gravity, nipples thick as thumbs, dark and erect. Nude save silken slippers, her shaved cunt lips puffy, glistening. Genesculpt perfection, centuries refined.
“Gents,” she purred, voice velvet over gravel. “Or one gent, one firebrand. Welcome aboard.”
Jax stiffened. “Captain. Promotion suits you.”
“Jax Riven. Still haunted by academy nights?” She smirked, circling us, massive breasts swaying hypnotically. Their scent—musk and jasmine—flooded me. I stared, mouth dry, cunt aching.
“Those natural?” I blurted, heat flushing my cheeks.
She laughed, cupping them, lifting, letting them drop with hypnotic bounce. “Modded baseline, sweetie. Want a feel?”
My hands moved before brain caught up, palms sinking into soft heat. So heavy, warm, nipples scraping my skin. She moaned, eyes hooding. “Passionate one, aren’t you? Jax, your stray’s got fire.”
His cock twitched visibly. Old history there—academy fucks, rivals turned lovers? Tension crackled.
Valeria pulled me close, lips claiming mine in a bruising kiss. 💋 Tongues battled, her hands kneading my ass, finger teasing my puckered hole. Jax watched, stroking himself slowly. She broke away, breathless. “Strip his reluctance. Both of you, worship me.”
Chapter 3: Swollen Hungers Unleashed
Valeria led us deeper into her domain, hips rolling with command. The lounge unfolded—teak panels warm underfoot, koi pond bubbling exotic scents, grass terrarium humming mist. A relic luxury pod, admiral’s perk.
She pushed me onto velvet cushions, tits smothering my face. I suckled greedily, tongue swirling one fat nipple, teeth grazing. Milk-sweet taste burst, engineered nectar flooding my mouth. “Drink deep, time-lost slut,” she hissed, grinding her soaked cunt on my thigh.
Jax hovered, cock purpled, veins throbbing. “Captain, this is—”
“Shut it, Riven. Fuck her mouth while she services me.”
He obeyed, knees straddling my head. His length—girthy, nine inches, flared head weeping—slapped my lips. I engulfed him, throat stretching, gagging wetly. Glurk-glurk rhythms as he face-fucked me, balls smacking chin. Valeria rode my leg harder, clit grinding, leaving slick trails.
“Passionate throats, both of you,” she groaned, pinching my tits till I squealed around Jax’s meat.
Sudden shift—she flipped, ass to my face. Pucker winked, musky invitation. I dove in, tongue spearing her hole, rimming deep. She bucked, farting softly—raw, human—then slammed her pussy onto Jax’s face nearby. He lapped like a starved dog, slurping her juices.
New scene ignited: security feed pinged. Two crew girls watched via hidden cam, fingering themselves. Valeria grinned. “Invite them.”
Minutes later, they burst in—bronzed amazons with nipple bars and tribal scars. One straddled my face, grinding hairy bush over mouth, flooding tangy squirt. The other pegged Jax doggy-style with a strap-on thicker than his arm, his bellows muffled in Valeria’s folds.
I came again, untouched, pussy clenching air. Fingers invaded—crew girl’s, fisting my sopping heat. Knuckles deep, stretching impossibly, pain-pleasure exploding. Squirts arced, soaking cushions. Jax roared, flooding her throat as she milked him dry.
Afterglow haze: bodies tangled, sweat-slick. Valeria stroked my hair. “You’re mine now, Elara. Stepfamily secrets? We’ll unearth them passionate and deep.”
Jax’s eyes met mine—guilt, lust, bond forging in cum and tears.
Chapter 4: Void Thrusts and Hidden Rifts
Ship hummed toward jump-point, engines thrumming like a lover’s growl. We retreated to Valeria’s bedchamber—a cavern of silks and mirrored walls reflecting infinite depravity. Air heavy with cum residue, pussy musk clinging like fog.
Flashback gripped Jax as he mounted me missionary, cock spearing my depths. “Academy days… Valeria and I, her riding me reverse while I ate her out. But you, Elara—step like fire.”
I clawed his back, legs wrapping, heels digging. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder, Jax. Claim what’s thawed for you.” Walls gripped his pistoning shaft, milking every ridge. His balls slapped my ass wetly, skin on skin symphony.
Valeria watched, fisting herself leisurely, three fingers churning her gape. “Deeper, Riven. Ruin her.”
He did. Slam after brutal slam, cervix battered, mewls turning to screams. New conflict: my old-life morals cracked under waves. Hesitation flickered—wrong, taboo—but pleasure drowned it. Passionate surrender.
She joined, tits smothering Jax’s back as she rimmed him, tongue probing his ass. He bucked wilder, grunting animal. I shattered first, walls spasming, gushing around him. He pulled out, blasting my tits, hot ropes painting peaks.
Restless, Valeria dragged us to the observatory. Stars streaked as hyperspace loomed. She bent over console, ass high. “DP me, pets.”
Jax took pussy, I her ass—strap summoned from drawer, slick with lube tasting cherry-metallic. We synced thrusts, her hole clenching both invaders. She howled, tits swinging like pendulums, smacking console. Alarms blared playfully—override engaged.
Climax chained: her squirting fountain, soaking our thighs; Jax filling her womb; my clit grinding her back, orgasm ripping silent scream.
Post-jump, exhaustion. Cuddles amid glow, breaths syncing. “This universe… passionate beyond dreams,” I whispered, Jax’s hand cupping my mound tenderly.
Chapter 5: Nebula Confessions
Days blurred in hedonistic fog. New scene: engine room detour. Heat blasted, oil-slick techs orgy-bound. Valeria orchestrated—me sandwiched, cock in cunt, tongue in ass from a grease-monkey. Jax railed a mechanic nearby, her screams echoing off manifolds.
Sensory overload: steam hissing, metal clanging, sweat-salt taste, rough hands bruising hips, visuals of pistons mimicking our fucks.
Emotional beat: alone with Jax in medbay post-check. His fingers traced my cryo-scars. “Feels like I failed your mom. Protecting her pod-daughter… now this.”
Tears welled. I pulled him atop, guiding his hardness home slow. “Love me anyway. Passionate guardian.”
We fucked tender then fierce, missionary soul-merge. Whispers of forever amid grunts, his seed flooding deep, claiming.
Valeria intruded, joining softly. Three-way weave, her massive tits pillow for our heads. Fingers linked, orgasms shared in gentle waves.
Nebula viewscreen framed it all—swirling colors mirroring our inner chaos resolved.
Chapter 6: Eternal Thrust Horizons
Final docking: pleasure planet, vines and beaches calling. But bonds forged here outlasted ports.
One last rite: Valeria’s throne room gangbang. Ten crew serviced us—mouths, cunts, asses in frenzy. I fisted Valeria’s tits, milking nectar as cocks double-penetrated her. Jax throat-fucked me amid it, our eyes locked in passionate vow.
Peak: all came unified, floods of cum bathing bodies. Sated, trembling, we washed in koi pond, waters cleansing yet marking.
“Stay,” Valeria urged. “My fleet, your playground.”
We did. Steps deeper, family twisted into lovers eternal. Void’s embrace, passionate and unbound.
