CW #Lewd – lots of swearing, references to sex (but none actually in this chapter, I know, how disappointing)
“Remote Assist Officer Viola Embergale logging on comms. You hear me, Cam?”
“Loud and clear,” Cam ran through the system checks on her dash, vague recollections of the dream she'd had with Geoffrey and his cleaning cloth running through her mind.
“Wazzaaaaaaaaaaaaap, gurrrrl?” Vi growled into the mic; Cam winced at the noise levels.
“Faaark, Vi, you get laid or something?”
“...Dammit. How did you guess? You're ruining my fun!”
Content Warning – #Lewd smut (though this chapter is very light on it).
(Working title: Spacegal Fruitpie and the Quest for an Epic Sausage)
Geoffrey leaned back against the closed doors of his quarters and let out slow breath, feeling the tension unwind from his body. His hearts hammered in his chest, his pulse pumped loudly in his ears and he was acutely aware of the small spines that ran down the length of his back and tail standing on edge.
He'd expected someone to show up to collect the squid, the little creatures the station staff found on an almost daily basis were always snapped up pretty quickly as exotic pets; but hadn't counted on it being her. If he'd known, he might not have volunteered to take the thing until it found a home; avoided the confrontation altogether. Or would he? He did enjoy seeing her, he really did – but interacting with her was just so... difficult.
Content Warning: #Lewd m/f erotica/smut. Themes: sci-fi, holodeck, simulation.
Sorcha's supple fingers slipped sensuously over Leo's skin, slathering him in coconut oil that made his muscles gleam darkly in the mid-day sun. The only sounds were the gentle rhythmic rise and fall of the wavelets on the shore and her soft breathing behind him. He closed his eyes and felt the fine sand beneath his fingertips, cooler further down as he sank his fingers through the grains to the damp sub-sand that still held the ocean's touch.
Content Warning: #Lewd #Explicit Very lewd alien erotica right from the get-go! But otherwise it's a schlocky silly space opera, light in tone and humour.
Working title: Spacegal Fruitpie and the Quest for an Epic Sausage
Chapter 1
Wryk’ars trailed the tip of their glistening flugthore around Camryn’s belly button, an anticipatory shudder working its way through their iridescent flesh that Cam felt reverberating over her skin.
“It’s just – he could say hello, you know?” Cam shifted on the bed and moved her arm aside to make way for Wryk’ars’ azolae that snaked underneath her waist and pulled her upwards towards them. “I see him every day, you’d think he could be a little nicer.”
“Of whom do you speak, most-endearing-one?” Wryk’ars mumbled, shifting their attention downwards, flugthore leaving a trail of tingling saliva across Camryn’s stomach.