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1 through F › Andromeda
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,204
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Andromeda, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Bargained well and done
“What is this?” Sara asked when they arrived back at the docking bay.
“The Eureka Maru, it belongs to the Andromeda’s first officer.” Tyr explained, “Do not let its looks fool you: this is a very capable little ship, if handled correctly.”
“I’ll do my best to reserve further judgement.”
Tyr entered the code that opened the airlock, and was slightly surprised to see that Beka had still not returned
Tyr led the way, giving his newly acquired slave the basic tour of the ship, making sure she knew where everything was, but not necessarily how it worked. He was doing his best to keep his mind off her sent.
All Nietzschean females gave of a strong sent when they were fertile, a pheromone genetically engineered so that only Nietzschean males could recognise it. Sara’s sent was fresh, indicating that she was newly fertile, and that she would be able to conceive for a few days at lest. He knew full well that she’d be able to pick up her own sent, and she deliberately acted as she was.
Nietzschean females were notorious for using their bodies to get what they wanted from a male, even one who wasn’t their mate.
“So, where do you sleep?” Sara asked, leaning against the doorframe in such a way that her chest stood out predominantly.
“I sleep aboard the Andromeda.” Tyr crossed his arms, doing his best to conceal his increasing arousal, “On the rare occasions when I have to sleep on this ship, I normally take a bunk in the crew quarters.”
“And who sleeps in there?” Sara pointed at the small but well-appointed captains cabin.
“Captain Rebecca Valentine, First Officer of the Andromeda Ascendant and owner of the Eureka Maru.”
“A human?”
“Yes, but a surprisingly gifted pilot: very few Nietzscheans could match her.”
“You sound a little jealous…”
“I am jealous of no human.”
“But if she was Nietzschean?”
“Then I would have taken her as a wife a long time ago.”
“Do you have a wife?”
“I do not know.”
“Ok, I’m interested. What happened?”
“I was married, but I was forced to betray her Pride. I do not know if she still considers me her husband, or if she is even alive.”
“Did you have any children?”
“No, we were not together long enough.”
“Yet you want children, don’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question.
“I am Nietzschean: every fibre of my being calls out to me to reproduce.”
“And you hope that through me you can re-start Kodiak Pride.”
“Yes.”
“I will bare your children, Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa, but I have a price.”
“And that is?”
“I will not live as a slave: I will be your wife, or I will be nothing.”
“You think I would want my children to be born of a slave?”
“You bought me didn’t you? You no-doubt checked that I was a close enough genetic match for you needs. You legally own me, so there is nothing I could do if you decided to take me.”
“No one has the right to take you without first making you their wife.”
“So I will be your wife?” There was a look of relief in Sara’s eyes as she smiled.
“I would not have it any other way.” Tyr returned the simile, “I regret that I have no armbands with me, but I do have a set back on the Andromeda.” He walked over to Sara, pushing her back up against the wall. His mouth found hers; kissing her deeply as his hands moved to the bottom of her t-shirt and started to lift it upwards.
“Wait!” Sara put a hand on Tyr’s chest and pushed him away slightly, “I’ve never…”
“I know.” Tyr nodded, “Trust me.”
Sara nodded her silent consent, and raised her arms so Tyr could pull the thin cotton t-shirt up over her head. The arms caught on her bone-blades, making Sara giggle slightly.
Tyr couldn’t help but smile: Nietzschean physiology made it all but impossibly to get cheep casual clothing.
That one minor problem dealt with, Tyr let his eyes drift down to the soft, inviting mounds of Sara’s breasts; the ships cool air made her nipples stand out proud and erect. Tyr brushed a finger across them, making Sara gasp in surprise.
A knowing smile on his lips, Tyr lowered his head so he could flick the tip of his tough across the tip of one nipple, making Sara moan deeply. He bit down sharply, almost drawing blood.
“Stop!” Sara pushed Tyr back again, “Call me a perfectionist, but I’d rather my first time wasn’t against the bulkhead of a tramp-freighter…”
Tyr simply smiled as he lifted her up and carried her into Beka’s cabin.
TBC...
Many thinks to those who have reviewed so far; keep it up and I’ll keep writing.
“The Eureka Maru, it belongs to the Andromeda’s first officer.” Tyr explained, “Do not let its looks fool you: this is a very capable little ship, if handled correctly.”
“I’ll do my best to reserve further judgement.”
Tyr entered the code that opened the airlock, and was slightly surprised to see that Beka had still not returned
Tyr led the way, giving his newly acquired slave the basic tour of the ship, making sure she knew where everything was, but not necessarily how it worked. He was doing his best to keep his mind off her sent.
All Nietzschean females gave of a strong sent when they were fertile, a pheromone genetically engineered so that only Nietzschean males could recognise it. Sara’s sent was fresh, indicating that she was newly fertile, and that she would be able to conceive for a few days at lest. He knew full well that she’d be able to pick up her own sent, and she deliberately acted as she was.
Nietzschean females were notorious for using their bodies to get what they wanted from a male, even one who wasn’t their mate.
“So, where do you sleep?” Sara asked, leaning against the doorframe in such a way that her chest stood out predominantly.
“I sleep aboard the Andromeda.” Tyr crossed his arms, doing his best to conceal his increasing arousal, “On the rare occasions when I have to sleep on this ship, I normally take a bunk in the crew quarters.”
“And who sleeps in there?” Sara pointed at the small but well-appointed captains cabin.
“Captain Rebecca Valentine, First Officer of the Andromeda Ascendant and owner of the Eureka Maru.”
“A human?”
“Yes, but a surprisingly gifted pilot: very few Nietzscheans could match her.”
“You sound a little jealous…”
“I am jealous of no human.”
“But if she was Nietzschean?”
“Then I would have taken her as a wife a long time ago.”
“Do you have a wife?”
“I do not know.”
“Ok, I’m interested. What happened?”
“I was married, but I was forced to betray her Pride. I do not know if she still considers me her husband, or if she is even alive.”
“Did you have any children?”
“No, we were not together long enough.”
“Yet you want children, don’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question.
“I am Nietzschean: every fibre of my being calls out to me to reproduce.”
“And you hope that through me you can re-start Kodiak Pride.”
“Yes.”
“I will bare your children, Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa, but I have a price.”
“And that is?”
“I will not live as a slave: I will be your wife, or I will be nothing.”
“You think I would want my children to be born of a slave?”
“You bought me didn’t you? You no-doubt checked that I was a close enough genetic match for you needs. You legally own me, so there is nothing I could do if you decided to take me.”
“No one has the right to take you without first making you their wife.”
“So I will be your wife?” There was a look of relief in Sara’s eyes as she smiled.
“I would not have it any other way.” Tyr returned the simile, “I regret that I have no armbands with me, but I do have a set back on the Andromeda.” He walked over to Sara, pushing her back up against the wall. His mouth found hers; kissing her deeply as his hands moved to the bottom of her t-shirt and started to lift it upwards.
“Wait!” Sara put a hand on Tyr’s chest and pushed him away slightly, “I’ve never…”
“I know.” Tyr nodded, “Trust me.”
Sara nodded her silent consent, and raised her arms so Tyr could pull the thin cotton t-shirt up over her head. The arms caught on her bone-blades, making Sara giggle slightly.
Tyr couldn’t help but smile: Nietzschean physiology made it all but impossibly to get cheep casual clothing.
That one minor problem dealt with, Tyr let his eyes drift down to the soft, inviting mounds of Sara’s breasts; the ships cool air made her nipples stand out proud and erect. Tyr brushed a finger across them, making Sara gasp in surprise.
A knowing smile on his lips, Tyr lowered his head so he could flick the tip of his tough across the tip of one nipple, making Sara moan deeply. He bit down sharply, almost drawing blood.
“Stop!” Sara pushed Tyr back again, “Call me a perfectionist, but I’d rather my first time wasn’t against the bulkhead of a tramp-freighter…”
Tyr simply smiled as he lifted her up and carried her into Beka’s cabin.
TBC...
Many thinks to those who have reviewed so far; keep it up and I’ll keep writing.