I gasped as Nikhara dropped between my knees and fished my hardening shaft out from my pants. She pumped me rigorously as she stared her lavender eyes up at me. Sex with Nikhara was always filled with this immense energy. Like her mere presence was electrifying and soul consuming when we made love, like we could last for hours from our raw desire for one another.

She moaned as her tongue darted out to lap at the head of my erection as she took me into her mouth.

Then the ready room door slid open again to emit Andrea. The blue haired android had her hands planted on her hips and grinned sexily when she saw the fun we were having.

Strolling inside the android stood behind the orc-dryad and gently pried her hands off of me. Then before Nikhara could ask her what she was doing. Andrea started to pump my cock into Nikhara warm enveloping mouth.

I moaned as her small hands fisted my shaft and pushed Nikhara to take me deeper.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” Andrea purred at me, her voice shaky with arousal and her own actions.

“Oh- fucking-god, yes I am,” I moaned in appreciation. Then the orc-dryad eyes burned with lust and the android between pressed her stomach against the back of Nikhara’s head and forced her to take me into the silken lining of her throat.

I slid through and the green-skinned woman gagged roughly around me and swallowed reflexively. The sensation sending rippling waves through my shaft. I felt the coil in my abdomen tighten, as my orgasm neared.

Then I groaned and hissed with disappointment when Andrea threw Nikhara off my dick. The green-skinned woman cried out in shock as I roughly exited her throat. Without further warning Andrea leaned forward and engulfed the entirety of my shaft and press her cute bottom nose my stomach, as her lips tightly sealed around the base of my cock.

What felt like hundreds of tongue undulating and massaging my erection thrummed through me and my toes curled in anticipation.

“Fucking-bitch,” Nikhara growled and I glanced up in time to see her swiped her hands roughly across Andrea’s pert ass. The android squealed around me and I cried out in pleasure as waves of my seed pour down her throat as she gulped greedily around me. Her neck contracting and massaging my penis, and I shot more of myself into her eager synthetic gullet.

My android wife winked one of her blue eyes at me and grinned around the base of my shaft. Then she slid off of me slowly and moaned again as Nikhara spank twice more. Licking the sensitive head of my penis, Andrea smirked over her shoulder at Nikhara.

“There. Now he’s all yours,” the android winked cheekily, and I hid my grin as Nikhara growled ferally. Her hands tightened into fists at her side.

“I was here first bitch,” Nikhara spat, but Andrea just shook her head.

“No you weren’t,” the android retorted.

“Not what I meant,” the orc-dryad groaned and then she looked at me, my cock, then at Andrea. A menacing grin spread across her face as here lavender eyes burned like pink fire as she eyes the android.

I saw Andrea’ expression go from possessive, to prideful, then to cautious. Nikhara hooked her finger into the waist band of her tight mesh leggings and lowered them down pulling her dark purple tong down with it.

Then she patted her hairless pubic mound and grinned at Andrea. “Since you love going down so much. How about you repay me for stealing my meal,” then in flash of blurring green movement the orc-dryad held Andrea by her hair and was pressing the androids mouth into her dark green pussy. Her rubbery labia looking tantalisingly wet and warm. I so wanted to shove my cock inside her, but I needed to minute to stop the room from spinning.

Nikhara moaned and muscular abdominal tensed her pressed the android flush against her pussy.

“Think… you can go another round for me- hon,” Nikhara panted as her lavender eyes trailed a blaze of arousal across my body.

“For you two, I can do anything,” I replied and meant it. Within a minute of my android wife licking and devouring the slick folds of my orc-dryad wife. My penis stiffened to the task once again. Double the effort, double the reward.

Nikhara moaned as she watched my cock seize the day. Reaching out and I smacked Andrea lightly on the rump and the android groaned as she stopped eating her sister-wife’s pussy. Her porcelain perfect face was wet and smell sweetly of Nikhara’s nectar. Then the orc-dryad shook her legging off her ankles and strolled over to me to straddle my lap. A small hand wrapped my penis and angled me inside the wet heat of Nikhara’ warm tunnel.

Then she fucked me like she had cup of noodles in the microwave and it was due any minute. I didn’t know much about dryad biology. But Nikhara pussy was the most intense thing I’d ever felt. Her vagina seemed purposefully built to drain my cock of its seed. Which when considering the nature of dryads might actually have some measure truth to it.

Thrusting into her heat, as she bounced on my cock. I heard the loud clap of her ass hitting my thighs. Andrea’s face was pressed between Nikhara’s taut ass cheeks, running her tongue up and down. The orc-dryad cried out and her pussy sent waves rolling through me, doing naturally to me what Andrea’s artificially synthetic throat had been programmed and designed to do.

The sensation sent me over the edge and with a roar of ecstasy I slammed Nikhara down hard on my cock and pumped strands of my seed deep into her eagerly inviting womb. We slowly rode out our climax together, Nikhara minutely gyrating herself against me as her channel worked to keep me filling her up.

Her tank top was soaked in sweat and her labia gripped me like a vice, as I moved too slowly sit up in the chair.

“Damn… that was really fucking good,” I coughed, and shuddered through a chuckle as another strand shot through me and inside her. Her pussy worked to milk me dry and it accomplished that and then some.

“You… weren’t so bad yourself,” Nikhara joked breathily.

“Well it was shit for me,” Andrea huffed with a pout as she lapped at her fingers like a cat grooming itself.

“Maybe next time…” I breathed out, “I am wahey too drained to think about sex again.”

“Great!” Andrea snapped in annoyance and threw her hands up. “I’ll just go for god knows how long, for you fill me up again.”

“Mhmm, tonight maybe,” I replied coyly, and watched as her scowl suddenly split into a wide grin.

“Sure, that sounds fine. I’m sooo hungry for you,” Andrea moaned dramatically and pressed both of her hands between her legs.

“I don’t know … maybe she needs an oil change. She might have space madness, considering what she’s saying,” Nikhara retorted, interrupting before Andrea could add further comment. Then android huffed loudly at and then grinned as she played back what she’d heard.

“You’re so dead, when next we spar.”

“Bring it, blue-bitch,” Nikhara grinned challengingly.

“Fart it, green-queef,” Andrea retorted and a second later we all erupted with laughter.

~*~*~*~

Watching out of the display terminal at the approaching sector of space, called the fringes I didn’t actually see anything. The Fringe was the name given to the edge of a system own territory that crossed with another’s. The Yashrin confederation and Zarian empire shared this small sector of space because their territories over lapped one another. Instead of fighting over three small planets that yielded basically nothing, they’d used these planets as a hub of trade instead between the two.

Now though we all we heard was static on the communication array, where previously radios stations, info commercials and the feedback of other ships would’ve registered. I’d tried to make a call to Bill, but he hadn’t answered. So I had left him a message and hoped he’d get back to me before whatever blackout had affected this sector hit us as well.

“You’re sure, you’re getting nothing on the Zarian coms arrays?” I asked Andrea and for the third time the android shook her head worriedly.

“It’s strange. I picked up the signal, so it is there. Yet there are no signs of com traffic whatsoever.”

“What about life signatures?” I asked even though I knew the answer.

“We need to be closer,” the android said, and I mouthed perfectly in synch with her.

“Hmmm, I don’t like this,” Nikhara grunted and fidgeted like she was uncomfortable.

“You okay?” I asked, changing the subject to take my mind away from the approaching sector.

“Something just feels wrong, you know?” she replied, and I shook my in the negative. Hiding the feeling of impending dread I’d gotten almost as soon as we’d breached out of the Nexus point.

“Like my inside are squirming around,” she added and blinked as I winced slightly. “Shit, sorry--”

“It’s fine,” I waved her apology off. Andrea had informed me that the Ghasra worm had actually consumed a small portion of my intestines and shortly died afterwards. But it still managed to lay at least one egg sack before it died.

Apparently the pain I’d been feeling was the worms battling its death throes. The med pod had destroyed the egg, healed the damaged tissue as best it could and sealed the wounds shut, allowing my regenerative ability to finish the job.

“You’re probably nervous,” I told her reassuringly, “this is a strange situation we got on our hands. But our little family has fought tougher situations than this.”

“We’re on approach,” Andrea called out and we both spun, as the Erebus surged forward in eager anticipation.

“You’ve got us, haven’t you girl,” I said quietly to my ship as I took my command chair and overviewed Andrea on navigation, and Nikhara ran around the terminals and down to the weaponry system.

I checked the display on the arm of my chair and was thankful she hadn’t powered our weapons online yet. Some systems were known to actively scan and deter war-class vessels from entering. And Erebus was certainly a war-class ship.

“I have a read of the Zarian fleet,” Andrea chirped after a long moment of silence.

“On display, Andii,” I nodded at the three large display’s that spanned before us. Four carrier vessel bearing the Zarian branding, one cruiser, one destroyer, and nine fighter class ships drifted lifelessly in space. Just out of the orbit of all three planets enough to not be torn apart and dragged crashing down.

The odd thing was that they showed no signs of distress, or an attack. “I’ve located the Zarian coms array.”

“Where is it?” I asked and scanned my eyes over the view.

“It’s orbiting Lios.”

The displayed switched from the fleet of ships and settled on an orangey-sandy planet, small oceans and lakes dotted the landmass and I had to guess that the percentage of water was far less than that of its land. A small red light flitted above the planet, drifting gently along.

“Got a read on any life-signs, yet?” I asked the android and she shook her head, a frown pinching her perfect dark blue eyebrows together.

“None.”

“Well, keep trying--”

“No ... I mean I’ve scanned for life signatures on the Zarian fleet. There isn’t any. Not a one single person is on any of those vessels.”

My head swayed for a moments and a sensation like chills rippled up through the entirety of my being. I had to breathe deeply and hang my head for a fraction of a moment. “N-no signs? Like at all?” I asked her, yet I knew Andrea wouldn’t bullshit me on this.

“What about the planets?” I asked another question, before she could reiterate on my previous one.

“We’ll need to be closer, at least within orbit for me to get any readings,” Andrea replied and nodded her head firmly.

“Can you hack into the surveillance of any of the ships and see what happened?”

“I would’ve been able to, if their systems were online. But with each ships either dead or deactivated we’d have to go in, and access a terminal on the bridge, or restart their power.”

I nodded in confirmation of her words and drew my thoughts inwards as I tried to come up with a solution. “Alright. This is what we’re going to do. Niki I need you to fly and dock the Erebus with the ship we choose. Then Andii and I are going for a jaunt into said ship, where we’ll either find the crew. Or find out what exactly happened to the crew.”

Both women nodded hesitantly at my orders. I knew they were reluctant to switched roles. Usually Nikhara and I did the leg work with Andrea supporting us via our neural-link. I turned around and moved to the elevator Andrea following me in. She sent Nikhara a small smile and wave just before the door slid aside and we descended.

“Don’t worry,” I told her gently. Unlike us organics who had med pods to perform surgery and fix wounds. The android had neither. We had no synthetic fabricators as all of them had been seized by the Zarian empire during the rebellion.

That meant if Andrea took damage to any one of her vital functions, there was really no replacing it. Her life would shut down and we would be left with nothing more than a husk.

“I know,” she replied quietly and blew out a nervous breath. “It sounds silly to admit to being scared of dying when you aren’t even really alive.” She laughed at her own confession as it was a light joke.

“Stop,” I said firmly to her. “You are real. And being scared of dying is natural. You’d to have to be an idiot to not be afraid of death. Regardless of whether you have synthetic heart or an organic one.”

“Thanks,” she smiled up at me and we both turned to the door as we arrived on level two. We stepped out and walked to the main armoury of the Erebus.

“Get suited up,” I told her and pointed at the light Berinium combat armour. She nodded and bounced over. Then started to stripped down so that she could wear the lightweave flight-suit usually worn beneath armour. Another left over from whatever xeno race had made the Erebus, like the scry table in my ready room.

The lightweave flight-suits were minimally stab proof, and absorbed about thirty percent of kinetic force. They also made whatever armour worn on top of them, almost lightless. Unfortunately they were not immune to damage.

I myself had ruined three with Nikhara tearing up four during a test.

I shuck off my clothing and grabbed the black speckled flight-suit. I shoved both feet in one after the other, and shimmied the tight outfit up my wiry frame until it cinched around my neck. The loose spaces between myself and the flight-suit compressed and hugged against me like a second layer.

I even felt the strange material hug my groin, like a warm pair of hands. Then I reached out and grabbed the back of my own combat armour. The dark gray and red Berinium armour had a series of clasps on the back that wound up tight when the suit was equipped.

Stomping my feet in first, I shuck my arms through the sleeves and into the gloved ends. Rotating my wrist I pulled up the display and it powered on. I squinted into the bottom left corner of my HUD and connected my neural-implant with the suit systems. This was something Andrea had programmed. Allowing us to monitor our suit vitals and damage readouts.

Then I pried open my locker and gripped the misty grey oval helmet. I pulled it atop my head, twisted and heard the sharp click as it slotted in place.

All I saw was darkness for five long seconds. Then my centre of my vision split apart, and my HUD display was superimposed on the screen of my helmet. I pulled out my revolver and aimed at the locker opposite me. A small holographic reticle slid up the screen following slightly delayed behind my movements.

They were out of synch, but it wasn’t anything life threatening that I needed to worry about. I was pretty good shot firing raw without assistance.

It reminded me of when they showcased power-suits back during my academy days. Massively built manned armoured frames. The whole thing was based around putting yourself inside something that did it for you, that killed for you. All you had to do was pull the trigger when it said so. Now anyone could be a soldier and fight a war.

Some even did from the basement of their mother’s home.

“You ready?” Andrea called to me, and I blinked out of my thoughts to look at her. Her armour was less bulky than mine, fitting her slender and petite frame nicely. Her light grey armour had a blue hue to it, and I shook my head in amusement.

“What?” she asked quizzically. And her voice came through link in my suit.

“What is it with you and the colour blue anyway? We’ve been married one and a half cycles and I don’t think I’ve ever asked you that.”

“It’s my favourite colour,” she shrugged noncommittally.

“So you say.”

“Fine! The colour was a turning point for me, okay.” We exited out of the armoury and strolled down the corridor taking a left. The airlock stood before us. “It’s what lead me to asking questions ya know. We were design to follow orders, to never break our code, human were our makers and they did the thinking for us. I hadn’t realised it at the time, but I’d always had a fascination with the sky. And it took my owner pointing it out to me for me realise that I was fascinated with the sky. That no one told me to be.”

I listened as she spoke and renew my wonder at what that couldn’t felt like. I imagined it was akin to a baby growing physically to the age of twenty-five and then start to grow mentally, catching up with the rest of the world. To wonder and examine all the new feelings and sensations.

I imagine it was an overwhelming process to go through.

“Well, I’m glad you liked the sky enough to question the meaning of life. It brought you to me after all,” I told her and hugged her armoured frame to my side.

“So am I,” she replied softly, and I could hear the pleased smile in her voice.

“Nikhara!” I called out, knowing the orc-dryad would be monitoring internal coms. As Airlocks had a funny way of jarring neural communications. And once we were inside she wouldn’t be able to hear us until we exited either end.

“Two minutes out captain,” came the speakers reply.

“Did you settle on a vessel?”

“Yes. It’s the Zarian destroyer. I figure that biggest; most armoured ship would likely have the most intel for us. As they and the fighters would be the first to the face any threat. It’s likely that your ex-wife was in command of the destroyer class as well, considering the cruiser has little weaponry and light armouring.”

“Yeah, I imagine so,” I grunted. “What’s the name of the destroyer class anyway?”

There was a long silent moment before the speakers crackled with her Nikhara’s voice once again. “It’s … Hazard -A55B14ch.”

Hazard ass bitch.

“You’re fucking kidding me?” I asked in disbelief and heard Andrea snort laughter. “That bit- Jessica, never did know when to let something go.”

“What do you mean?” Andrea asked from my side.

“After my discharge,” I sighed. “Bill tried everything he could to keep her from getting promoted and as he did that. I released a statement to a news outlet, outlining the entire battle of Minis along with the Zarian councils fuckery with the High Orcs. Then I ended the statement with comments about my cheating bitch of a wife, and how she’d gotten me discharge as mentally unstable. Never did understand why she’d done that.”

“Maybe to remove a downed rival. Zaria is a fucking elitist society babe. You were an orphan, turned solider that rose to sergeant in the High Orc invasion. Then you left Minis bloodied yet still alive, and was promoted to colonel. Maybe Jessica was jealous and decided to remove you from further advancement.”

It did sound plausible. Yet something else nagged at me, and it wasn’t the increasing worried of impending dread I was still feeling. Jessica had been a bright star throughout my life in the Zarian military academy, and then through our station at Minis she had started to change. Like her energy had become darker.

I blinked and shook my head, turning away from thoughts of the past and looking through the small airlock window I saw the destroyer class vessel.

It was a menacing shard of military might. Like the usual quota of Zarian build ships, it looked like an enormous murky black sword.

The Erebus pivoted about and soon enough we heard the docking clamps engage and settle against Hazard ass bitch’ external airlock.

“Okay, Nikhara we’ll out of coms for less than a minute. Once were within the destroyer; our link should reconnect. In case it doesn’t--”

“I know, I know, Marcus.” She cut me off me with a small laugh. “If it doesn’t, disengage the airlock and wait ten hours.”

“After which you’ll take the Erebus and yourself back to Zaria, and get in contact with Vice-Admiral William Hopkins,” I informed, and she grunted noncommittally in reply. In all likely truth the orc-dryad would storm the vessel and destroy everything in sight of her.

She may only be half-orc, but the berserker-like rage was within her too. It was just tempered down by her sultry dryad-half.

“Okay. Going through.” I pressed my wrist to the pad DNA pad by the airlock and my display transferred my vital signs to the lock.

A loud depressurizing hiss sucked all of the air in and pushed it out in a wave of humid stale heat. We clunked inside with Andrea pulling the airlock closed behind us. I reached over my back and my finger brushed the contraption there. Then the sleek rectangular block on my back extended a handle and I grasped it.

A second later the airlock opposite us hissed and I activated my suits minimal gravity functions to anchor myself. My fully automatic rifle had finished forming and I check the magazine. Finding no issue I slotted the magazine back into the slim gun and pressed an indentation above the trigger and heard the slide rack.

I shot a look to my right and saw Andrea with her laser pistol drawn but hanging at her side, I nodded to her and she stepped forward to clasp the handle of the external airlock and slowly pulled it open.

I looked out at the destroyer’s airlock and saw signs of damage. Deep gouges like claw marks were torn into the reinforced plating of the airlock.

I snapped my rifle up to my shoulder and focused down the holographic sight, even as my helmet’s reticle overlay slowly tried to aligned itself, I was already stepping past Andrea and moving forward.

Dark black substance oozed from one of the claw-like gouges, yet it hadn’t damaged the airlock past anything superficial. Reaching out I pressed a space of panelling on the airlocks surface and it pressed inwards and slid aside to reveal a small red lever. With the bright bold font of ‘emergency’ plastered over the handle.

Grasping it I pulled and felt the airlock door hiss as it sprang slowly open. Then I swung my weapon back to attention and focused on the dark empty silence of the destroyers interior.

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