An Erotic SF Saga [First Encounters of the Fourth Kind Book 1] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Ford Allen
eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
eBook Description: Adults Only SF Saga of Sex With Alien Species! In a galaxy half-full of an ancient civilization's cast-off colonies, almost anything is possible, which is what two such data-archaeologists, sexy Aliis and Dree (along with J(AI)' their voyeuristic artificial intelligence) discover when they find a world formerly owned by a sex-industry giant, where sex-toys had been created, developed and grown for commercial sale. The pair doesn't know it but they are about to have their first "encounters of the fourth kind"--sex with alien species. Determined to get in one last round of lovemaking while they are still in zero-G, just barely have time to prepare for a stealth-drop from orbit. Aliiss and Dree land in the remote wilds, where Aliiss has her first encounter of the forth kind with an overfriendly, ursine-humanoid. Soon Dree discovers a community of humanoid-hybrids and witnesses a casual orgy, where he also has his first sexual encounter with a local. Meanwhile, back on the ship J(AI)? discusses voyeurism with the other onboard AI's. Aliiss and Dree may thing things are hotting up on this abandoned world, but they haven't yet encountered the tactile-responsive sex toys plants, bio-engineered for both male and female pleasure, whose scents cause constant horniness. The first volume in a very original take on the erotic future awaiting humanity in space!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2006
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From all around, a gentle pressure of inwardly pushing forces, light as a summer's breeze in the mid-afternoon, held the two entwined figures near the spherical chamber's darkened, mood-lit centre. Zero-G did the rest, allowing them both pace and room to enjoy themselves in, without loosing any concentration to the drift, or subsequent nagging certainty of eventual collision with the chamber's padded wall. This way they could both forget, focusing on each other completely instead.
Rotating at a sedate spin around them, the expansive observation-dome alternately above or below, looked out upon a slowly drifting star-field. Being the official purpose for this place it allowed for a real-time, augmented view from hyperspace, of the local universe outside, should they wish to view it--or more likely, should they ever grow tired of zero-G sex. The only time Aliiss took notice of the stars though, was when she came to the zero-G chamber alone, to masturbate in free-fall, finding the experience a curious turn-on while drifting up there high and naked, vulnerable against the silent, hard darkness of space, her skin softly lit by the myriad lights.
Since their supplementation into the ship's basic repertoire-suite, those precision surgical-issue containment fields had proven to be a fine investment all around. An addition which both Aliiss and Dree continued to sample and test, just as frequently as the need arose, and with the flight duration being mostly under AI control, there was always free time aplenty left to think up or explore these new possibilities.
Aliiss had control of the rhythm this time, her long legs tautly-apart and held by Dree's hands gripping her calves lightly, allowing her to concentrate upon undulating her petite frame, the motions flexing her pelvis in turn back and forth through short arcs, rocking it slowly against his static grip, while adding quick, tight gyrations around that clever tongue of his, to always keep it near the centre of her building tension.
Her thrusting created zero-G counter-motion, transmitting tempo and arc of movement through the pivots of his hands and her own, loosely cupped against his tight buttocks and translating how far his penis slid in and out of her mouth. Her own increased suction at any time slowed that tempo upon demand, converting motion into moaning.
She could better judge his pace this way, feeling more closely the signs of his own readiness by the direct language of his breath across her wetness.
Almost ... almost...