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Awakened in the Void
🕑 Added 2025-02-26 20:23:02 +0000 UTCAn unidentified craft drifted silently through the solar system, its sleek hull etched with faint, pulsing glyphs that defied translation. For Sailor Mercury, the enigma was a call she couldn’t ignore. Sent by the Senshi to investigate, Ami Mizuno glided through its shadowed corridors, her blue fuku hugging her delicate frame. Her Mercury Computer glowed against her porcelain skin, sapphire eyes wide with curiosity. Her breath misted in the chill, footsteps a faint echo in the alien stillness.
As she scanned the walls, her computer pinged—a fragmented log flickering to life. "Ark of [untranslated]… sole survivor… gene backup initiated," it read, glyphs pulsing in sync with the ship’s hum. "An ark?" she murmured, voice shy yet intrigued. "But… it’s so empty. Where’s the crew?" Her brow furrowed, the oddity tugging at her mind as she pressed deeper, drawn by an unseen force.
"Life signs detected," she whispered, her tone a mix of wonder and unease. The readings led her to a sealed chamber, its door parting with a hiss. A faint voice hummed, "Renewal protocol initiated," as it opened. Inside, cradled vertically in a web of faint, pulsing light, lay a man of devastating beauty—sharp cheekbones, a stubbled jaw, dark hair tumbling over his brow. His naked form was a marvel: broad shoulders, lean muscles rippling under golden skin, and a large, flaccid member resting against his thigh, captivating her gaze with its quiet potency. He slept deeply, chest rising in slow rhythm.
Ami’s cheeks flushed pink. "Oh my goodness," she stammered, clutching her computer. "A human… here?" Her visor hummed, fingers trembling. "Vital signs optimal. No decay. But why is he… so, um, exposed?" Her eyes lingered on his shaft, its size stirring a strange heat in her core. This is beyond my data, she thought, flustered. Yet so… mesmerizing.
"I must study him," she said, stepping closer. Her skirt grazed her thighs, heightening her senses. She pressed a release mechanism, and the chamber burst open with a pressurized hiss, unleashing a plume of shimmering steam—the light web pulsed once, then dimmed, lowering him gently onto a sleek mattress that slid from the chamber’s base, tilting him from vertical to horizontal with a soft hum. It enveloped her, warm and tingling, its sweet, intoxicating scent sinking into her lungs. Her skin prickled, nipples stiffening beneath her fuku, a flush racing up her chest. "That’s peculiar," she gasped, shaking her head as a deep ache bloomed between her legs, her visor fogging briefly. Alien compounds? she wondered, but her knees buckled as an odd tenderness swelled in her heart—unexplained, urgent.
His musky scent hit her, primal and thick, making her cunt throb. Ami peeled off both gloves, hands trembling as she set them aside. "For research," she whispered, her voice quivering as the heat deepened. Her bare fingertips grazed his arm—firm, warm, alive—and a soft moan escaped her. "He’s… so exquisite," she mused, tracing his bicep, then his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her touch. A sudden pang gripped her—she needed him, beyond reason. I shouldn’t feel this, she thought, guilt clashing with a gnawing desire. But I can’t stop.
Her fingers drifted lower, brushing his flaccid rod. It twitched, stirring under her touch, and she froze, her breath hitching as her nipples tightened further, a flood of slickness soaking her panties. She grasped his length, her small hand barely encircling it. It surged—hot, velvety, hardening fast—the broad tip swelling as a fat gob of precum beaded at the tip. "It’s astonishing," she breathed, stroking him slow and firm, her right hand sliding over its pulsing heat. The texture consumed her—smooth skin taut over rigid flesh, veins bulging now, the head slippery with his leak. Her thumb swirled the precum, teasing the flared rim, and her pussy clenched, a sticky trickle seeping down her thighs.
“What’s happening to me?” she wondered, mind hazy. Her left hand darted beneath her skirt, trembling fingers grazing her sodden panties. She gasped, pressing against her swollen clit. “I’m… so slick,” she thought, stunned. Her fingers slipped inside, gliding through her puffy folds, and she whimpered as a hot rush coated her hand. Emboldened, she smeared her cunt-slick onto his cock with her right hand, her strokes turning obscene—slippery, messy, her arousal blending with his precum, oozing in globs down his shaft. Her pussy pulsed, thighs trembling as her left hand rubbed her clit again, then anointed him with more of her steamy glaze. “This is… improper,” she thought, breath jagged. “But, oh, it’s too thrilling to resist.”
His breathing deepened, a low groan rumbling in his chest—unheard over her pounding pulse. His hips twitched faintly as she worked him. Her strokes quickened, right wrist flexing, palm glossy with their mingled fluids, while her left hand dipped back to her panties, fingering her sopping hole in frantic, squishing circles, her pussy leaking a gooey mess onto the mattress. She leaned closer, lips brushing the tip—tentative, then tasting him. A moan spilled from her as his salty tang coated her tongue, sharp and addictive. She licked him, slow and reverent, savoring the silken head, then took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. Her tongue danced, teasing the throbbing underside, spit drooling down his shaft as she sucked with wet, sloppy slurps. He’s so alive, she thought, purity fraying. I need him.
Her cunt spasmed, lust shredding her restraint under the steam’s heat. She pulled back, panting hard, lips swollen and glossy with spit. Climbing atop him, the cold mattress bit her knees. Straddling his hips, she hiked her skirt and peeled her drenched panties aside, her pussy flushed and swollen, glistening with need. His scent drowned her senses, her breaths ragged as she guided his fat tip to her entrance, heart aching with a strange, tender pull. "Just… for data," she panted, trembling.
She pressed down, gasping as his thick head nudged her tight, virgin folds—too massive to yield easily. Her sopping cunt quivered against it, resisting. She whimpered, rocking her hips to coax it in, her clit throbbing against its velvet heat. His legs twitched faintly beneath her, unnoticed. She guided him again, breath hitching as he brushed her slick slit. "Oh no, I can’t… it’s my first," she whispered, voice trembling, innocent yet filthy.
She pulled back with a wet, sucking plop, her pussy clenching at the void. His rod loomed—massive, veiny, throbbing—its tip leaking precum over her cunt-slick sheen. Fear and need clashed in her chest. "I shouldn’t… but, oh, I want to try," she murmured, sapphire eyes wide with yearning. Her shaky right hand slid him back in, trembling as she teased her drenched, swollen lips, her breath jagged with desperate need. She pushed down—her tight walls straining like a vise—whimpering as the sharp ache stretched her virgin cunt taut, only to falter with a faint, wet squish as his thick head resisted. Gritting her teeth, she thrust harder with fierce determination—a squelching, gushing pop burst through the chamber as his head forced in, a sloppy, sucking slurp splattering out as her flesh yielded in a messy rush. She gasped loud, hearing the lewd crack of her breach, her mind reeling—I think it’s in—oh…—as a wet, gurgling squish pulsed with every twitch, her hips jolting while a wave of climax stirred, hot and unstoppable. A choked cry tore free as her cunt convulsed, erupting in a wild, pulsing climax that gushed a hot, sticky torrent over him, flooding the air with her frantic scream. His eyes snapped open mid-orgasm, icy blue blazing with lust, as she shuddered atop him, her pussy milking his tip in tight, frantic waves.
"Who…?" he rasped, voice rough with need. Her face burned, his head still pulsing inside her dripping cunt. "Fuck, you’re tight," he growled, jaw clenching as he smirked. "First thing I see waking up—damn lucky." Her cheeks flamed hotter, her stammered "N-no, I—" cut off as he dipped his shaft in and out, shallow and slow, coating himself with her sloppy flood, watching her wide-eyed whimpers.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice dark and hungry. "So drenched, so needy." Her cunt clutched at him, pleas incoherent as he teased her clit with each dip. He thrust halfway in, paused, hips shifting slow, his cock pulsing inside her, teasing her raw nerves. She gasped, trembling, her pussy squeezing him—a tight, desperate grip she couldn’t stop. Then he slammed fully inside, burying his massive rod to the hilt. She screamed, her mind exploding—white-hot, shattering—overwhelmed by his depth as her cunt spasmed wildly.
"I’m—nngh—Sailor Mercury," she gasped, a guttural moan breaking free, flustered and unraveling. "Taiki," he snarled, hunger unleashed. "Been asleep too long—I need this." He shoved her fuku up, exposing her pert breasts, nipples stiff and rosy. He sucked them hard, his tongue swirling, then bit lightly, groaning, "Fuck, you taste good," as he thrust deep into her sopping core. He flipped her onto her back, pounding her relentlessly, her legs splaying wide as her wet cunt gripped his thick length, a rhythmic slap of flesh echoing with each thrust. He’s claiming me, she thought, body shaking. I can’t think—just feel him.
He took her from behind, fingers bruising her hips, his rod slamming into her drenched pussy, stretching her wide as her sticky flow gushed down her thighs with wet, gurgling squirts. "You’re drowning me," he rasped, his breath hot on her neck. He pulled her atop him, impaling her as she rode him, her breasts bouncing wildly under the lifted fuku, her cunt stretched to its limit around his pulsing girth, leaking a gooey mess onto his balls. "More," he snarled, driving her down, his hands forcing her to take every inch, his length jerking inside her. He lifted her from the mattress, pinning her against the wall, legs hoisted over his shoulders, fucking her senseless, his pace frantic, rod pistoning into her dripping, squelching hole, her ass cheeks trembling as her nectar trickled down her crack with obscene plops. He lowered her back onto the mattress, pinning her beneath him once more, thrusts deepening as she came again, shrieking, her slick heat flooding him—That steam… it’s bound me to him… I’m his—I crave him.
His thrusts faltered, ragged and uneven, his breath hitching as he groaned low, pausing to savor her tight, quivering heat, his cock throbbing against her pulsing walls with a strained, guttural rumble. His hands gripped harder, fingers digging into her hips as he trembled, fighting the edge, then surged back, pounding her with desperate, sloppy force. He paused again, chest heaving as he ground slow, relishing her clutch, eyes dark with raw need. "Grrrah, take it all," he roared, a guttural snarl ripping from his throat, eyes locking with hers—fierce, tender—as his rod unleashed a massive torrent of hot, thick seed. It flooded her core—searing, endless, pumping into her depths—her cunt milking him greedily as she screamed, her own orgasm crashing through her, her pussy gushing around him with a wet, sucking slurp. It’s filling me up, she thought, shattered. So hot—so much—I’m his now. Her body arched, trembling, her tight walls quivering around his pulsing length, his release so copious it spurted out, oozing down her thighs in messy, sticky streams, pooling beneath her ass.
They collapsed, entwined, lost in shuddering spasms, her body quaking against his as aftershocks rippled through them. His arms locked tight around her, his hoarse breath rasping, "Thanks… for waking me. You’re something else," as he brushed her hair with a lingering hand. She blushed, nodding faintly, her chest tightening as she clung to him—his hot cum gushed from her pussy in slick rivulets, a strange, tingling warmth binding her soul to his through the steam’s haze. "I… I don’t want you to go," she whispered, voice cracking, a quiet sob escaping as she pressed closer—What’s he done to me… why can’t I let go? she thought, her mind spinning. Her fingers dug into his skin, dread and need warring as he slipped away.
He claimed her lips in a rough kiss, growling low, "Maybe when you feel the need, come back and visit—I know you’ll be back… until then," then pulled away with a smirk, gaze tender yet resolute. "My journey’s not done—I’ve got to sleep again." Her chest tightened, the heat and attachment lingering. "Oh… I understand," she said, smoothing her skirt with shaky hands, tears pricking her eyes. The chamber resealed with a hiss.
As she rose, a faint, distorted voice echoed from the craft: "Seeding complete. Compatibility unknown." Ami flinched, glancing back at the chamber, her breath hitching. "W-what was that?" she whispered, dread mingling with the afterglow and a strange, lingering love. She stepped away, feeling his seed still seeping from her ravaged cunt, warm and slick, trickling down her thighs in a slow, filthy trail onto the floor. He’s gone, she thought, trembling, but he’s left me… marked. What have I become? Her body buzzed, innocence forever shifted—a secret she’d unravel alone.
Comments
Esteban Seijo
Wow fantastic set. She looks so beautiful. I love this style
BulletWitch
Fantastic story / picture set. Thanks! Would love to see this with Aerith sometime. ^^ But pretty much all your content is enjoyable / hot.
