Izzy, now freed from her diplomatic duties, wobbles along the promenade; she spots Jacob and Marvin talking. She walks over to join the conversation.
“How was your morning, Jacob? Did you find something to eat?” Izzy asks with a smile.
“Yeah…” he says, still upset from the way she has been acting. He bites his lip, feeling guilty about having had sex with the silicone lifeform. ‘Just because I had sex with an alien, it’s not the same thing,’ he shouts in his head.
Before Jacob can say another word, Izzy feels a warm hand on her shoulder. She turns around quickly and shouts “DON’T EAT ME!” in the face of Charles the astronaut. In the next instant she is flooded with all of the intense emotions that she feels for Charles. She is flooded with the grieving sadness that she didn’t get to get filled by him last night. She blinks at him twice before leaning in to kiss him.
Charles puts a palm to her lips. “Easy there,” he says, pushing her away.
Jacob is furious. ‘She didn’t walk over and kiss me when she saw me.’ He thinks, grabbing the rail on the reception desk. He looks the astronaut over again, confused. ‘What the hell is it about him?’ He looks him over again. ‘He is ordinary and boring; other than the flight suit, you would think he worked at a photocopy store.’
Izzy laughs coke-headedly. “Oh Charles, you’re so funny.” ‘This man is an Adonis,’ she thinks. She moves closer to him. She feels he has a deep need for her. A primal need. She looks at his smile and smiles back. He touches her cheek, and they draw close; they kiss.
Charles looks over at Jacob, his tongue inside Izzy’s mouth. He smiles with his eyes; the words he is saying without speaking are crystal clear: “Winning at life.”
Marvin screeches, “What do you think you’re doing? Go to a room, or better yet, leave the station.”
Izzy flips him off as they make out, her hand roaming down his chest down to his package; it feels heavy and large in her hand. Her sexual desires are taking off like the shuttle mark 2.
Marvin screeches, “I will call security. Get off the promenade.” He reaches for the security phone but stops as the astronaut takes Izzy’s hand and leads her away.
Izzy waves goodbye to Jacob. “Don’t wait up,” she says and follows Charles to the airlock of the shuttle 2. He opens the door with a hiss, never letting go. She can feel his erection pressing into her; she can feel how the tight uniform is holding his erection at bay.
The airlock hisses closed behind them.
Jacob turns to Marvin. “I fucking hate that guy.”
Marvin sneers, “How could we ever agree on anything… But yes, he is an asshole.”
Izzy fumbles with the zipper of Charles’s flight suit. She feels the gravity stop and clings to him. But after ten seconds she is again fumbling with the zipper. She gets the zipper down and pulls his arms out of the sleeves. Exposing his undershirt and the tip of his penis sticking out from his underwear. She pulls her way down his body, bringing it to her lips; with the hunger of a piranha, she takes it in her mouth.
She feels better, her mind more clear now, as Charles uses her mouth, pulling on her shoulders, forcing his way into her, and pulling out till the tip just pops out before plunging his way back in. the lack of gravity making everything more complicated.
“Oh god, you’re so desperate, it’s hot,” he grunts.
She shudders as she takes it all. His balls pressed to her cheek. Izzy is floating sideways; the inner airlock is just starting to open; she is pleased. ‘I am getting better at this.’ He braces himself on the handrails and keeps thrusting into her mouth.
Izzy looks sideways at the perfect husband material, a perfect cock, a perfect face, and a perfect body. She feels his hand on the back of her head, feeling glad that he is using her mouth as he deserves.
She can feel her underwear getting wet. She slips a hand down her self and touches her clit. It’s way too sensitive. She can feel his cock start to swell; he is getting close. ‘My soon-to-be husband is going to fill me full of his precious seed!’ she thinks.
Then devastation as she feels like a pit has opened in her soul as he pulls out of her mouth.
She looks at him blankly, feeling cheated.
He drags her as they float through the airlock to one of the seats; he turns her around and bends her over the armrest. “You’re so hot for me,” he says.
She bends her hips up, exposing his choice of holes. “Use what you want, Charles; you know I would give you anything.”
He grabs her arms, and without concern for her, he thrusts his cock into her, bottoming out quickly. He makes short, sharp thrusts, pulling on her with desperation.
She feels him enter her. No, literally, she feels what it’s like to put a penis inside herself. She gasps as she feels what it’s like to put his penis inside her again. She feels how tight she is; she feels his intensity. She moans as he pulls her arms. “Go on, use me; make me your wife.” She grunts involuntarily as she feels him getting close. “Give me our child; give it to me,” she begs. How could she not want this perfect person to make life with her?
“Fill me with your perfect semen. Give me your perfect child!” she screams.
She feels his cock tense, she feels his prostate clench, and she feels the cum rocket out of him, filling her with its perfect genetic material. She wills herself to ovulate with no success, but she would if she could.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, make me your baby-Mommy.” She cums hard, pushing his cock out with her vaginal muscles by accident. She cries out in frustration. His cum coating the outside of her vagina. she sits next to him and licks every drop of cum and her smell from his cock.
They wrap themselves around each other, Izzy feeling every touch from both perspectives. ‘I will marry this man,’ she thinks.
For a moment, a single moment, everything is perfect, then he untangles himself and stands up, putting his back to her. “I have to go,” he says.
Izzy feels him break his touch with her, leaving her more alone than ever in her life. An emptiness so profound it cuts like a knife, destroying ethics and morality. She breaks down crying.
She sits in abject misery in a space shuttle docked to a space parking lot orbiting the planet at 22,236 miles from the ground over The Ranch Motel.
