The Long Haul (Original Sci-Fi)

The Long Haul (Original Sci-Fi)

Poll Winner

Themes: Breeding, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub

Summary: Long haul trips between Planets can get very, very boring, but someone has to do it. Two someones, in fact. And when those two people get stuck in the same enclosed space for years at a time, they're eventually going to get to know each other VERY well. Luckily, these two people are imminently compatible.

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“Found a target. Asteroid E589. High concentration of platinum. Sending the coordinates.”

“... I see it. Bringing us in for a landing.”

“Copy that. All systems green.”

“Coming in hot. Engage in three... two... one.”

“Landing gear engaged.”

There’s a slight tremor through the hull of the small cargo freighter, but that’s it. They work like a well-oiled machine, the two of them. As everything settles in, Marcus flicks the switch to turn on the automated mining crew and then swivels around in his chair as Cassie does the same.

“Nice landing, Captain.”

Cassie, the Captain of their little vessel, scoffs at that as they both rise from their chairs, unbuckling their safety harnesses now that they’re technically ‘parked’.

“Nice landing? Marcus, I just landed us on an asteroid smaller than the smallest regulation landing pad in the galaxy. Bit better than nice, I’d say.”

Marcus just grins at that. Cassie has always been cocky and assertive. She’s the brash fiery redhead, the go-getter who gets them all their jobs and who loves flying her little ship with all her heart. In comparison, he’s a gearhead. An engineer who doubles as the ship’s navigator and second in command but prefers to spend his time toiling away in the ship’s internals more than anything else.

... Well, mostly more than anything else. They step up to each other, Marcus’ height advantage on Cassie becoming obvious as the red head has to crane her neck to look up at him.

“Captain.”

“... Chief Engineer.”

Their titles mean nothing, of course. It’s just the two of them on this ship. The rest of it is automated. Technically, they’re a cargo freighter, one designed for hauling goods long distances halfway across the galaxy. But they’re also freelancers, and years back they invested in an automated mining rig so they could mine an asteroid here or there for some precious metals to sell on the side.

It was good credits, in the end... but two people in a tight, enclosed space like that for so long? Well, they had been decent enough friends before... but they’d gotten to know each other REALLY well over their years alone together.

Holding out a hand palm down, Marcus intones a single word.

“Heel.”

Without missing a beat, Cassie drops into a crouch, acting somewhat like a dog as she raises her hands up on either side of her and curls them like paws. She’s got a cheeky little grin on her face though, right up until he reaches down and utilizes the zipper on his jump suit. His throbbing half-chub falls out onto Cassie’s face, smacking into it with some meaty impact as she gasps and immediately goes cross-eyed just looking at it.

Without missing a beat, Cassie stops playing at being a dog and wraps her hands around his cock like a human woman would, before taking his dick tip in between her lips. This was the sort of relationship the two of them had. Cassie was the Captain and he was the Engineer, but when work was put on pause or came to a close, and it became time to play... well, he became the Master, and she became the Pet.

He hadn’t known she had this kind of personality originally, to be clear. He hadn’t known Cassie had this hidden submissive side lurking inside of her.

But when you’re alone with someone for so long, you learn things no one else knows about them. Things they don’t even know themselves. It’d all started with an innocent game of strip poker, one that Marcus had handily won since he knew how to count cards and she didn’t. Of course, Cassie’s competitive side meant she couldn’t gracefully take any loss that left her naked and him fully clothed, so she’d kept betting until he’d owned her ass for an entire week.

Cassie smirks.

“We can afford one.”

“... Alright then.”

One of his big, strong hands reaches out and grabs Cassie by her ponytail again, yanking the red head back and forcing her spine to arch as she gasps beautifully. His other hand settles on her hip, holding her in place. A moment later and he’s inside of her, slamming home into her incredibly wet... and altogether fertile twat. As he fills her, stretching her out, Cassie lets out a truly wanton moan, clenching down around his member.

There’s not a doubt in Marcus’ mind that she wants this. And he knows she wouldn’t lie to him either. If she says they’re ready to start a family... then fuck, they’re ready to start a family. Growling lustfully, he begins to pound into the fiery pilot with all his might, pumping in and out of his beautiful Captain like there’s no tomorrow.

Her body bends for him in such satisfying ways, her submission clear in every fiber of her being. As he fills up her sex, her breasts call his name, and so he slides his one hand from her hip up and around to grasp at her tit. Cassie moans out at that even louder, especially when he pinches her nipple between his fingers and gives it a good... hard... TUG!

The squeal that leaves Cassie’s lips is so loud that Marcus moves to silence her without a thought. Not that there’s anyone for literal parsecs around to hear them, but his own ears don’t need that kind of abuse. Besides, Cassie is a horny little submissive sex kitten in bed, and there’s nothing she likes more than being handled roughly. He certainly does that, with the way he moves his hand from her ponytail to her mouth, stuffing his fingers into her open maw and fish hooking her on the spot.

As she gurgles, cut off in her howling, Marcus doesn’t let up for even a second. He continues to roughly pound her pussy without a second thought, losing himself in the primal urges to dominate and fuck and plow to his heart’s content. Cassie’s cunt walls flex and then gush as she orgasms around his cock for the first time but far from the fast time.

Indeed, the red haired Pilot can’t seem to STOP cumming once she starts. Her climaxes are frequent and without pause, every single thrust of his member seeming to draw another release from her. It’s enough to drive a man wild. It’s enough to drive him fucking feral.

Marcus is the one that howls, as he slams home into Cassie’s cunt one final time before unloading directly into her womb. He pushes her down into the bed as he does so, both of his hands going into the back of her hair and between her shoulderblades. She gasps before she’s muffled by the bedding, her body bending for him like it always does. So pliant, so malleable, so... perfectly submissive.

His seed explodes out of his cock and honestly, it’s the best release of Marcus’ entire life. He’s cum inside of Cassie before, to be fair. He’s filled his Captain with his spunk more times than he can count. But Birth Control meant nothing had ever taken. Cassie was good about it too, about always making sure she was up to date on that stuff.

This time is different, knowing that she’s no longer on Birth Control. Knowing that even as he packs her full of his cum, giving her one of his legendary creampies while pinning her to the bed so aggressively... he’s knocking her up. There’s not a doubt in Marcus’ mind that that is what’s happening. Not a doubt in his mind that he’s going to impregnate her, right here and right now.

As he finishes cumming inside of her, Marcus is stiff for a moment, back ramrod straight. Then, slowly, he comes out of it and slumps to the side. Not pulling out of Cassie though. No, instead he wraps his arms around his fiery submissive lover and pulls her down with him, making her the little spoon to his big spoon as he holds her by the waist.

She moans happily and wiggles back into him, eagerly accepting his cock as a big fat plug that will keep his seed in. Though, Marcus knows it won’t be long before it’s time for Round Two. And from the way Cassie is already beginning to jiggle and shake enticingly like the mischievous little minx she is, she knows it too.

Chuckling throatily, Marcus buries his face in Cassie’s hair and breathes in her scent, nuzzling the back of her neck. Cassie gasps in response, arching her back.

“Mm... love you, sir~”

Marcus grins at that and goes for an old classic.

“I know.”

She smacks him on the arm for that one, but he sees the smile on her face that she just can’t help as she nestles back into him. They rest for a time... and then get right back to it. Baby-making ain’t easy, but then nothing worth doing ever is.

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