Dim hallway lights flicker. Ship hums low, eternal. Two hundred souls sleep in cryo-pods nearby. Hearts frozen. Mine races. John steps out, towel low on hips. Water drips. Muscles gleam, young god, 20. Biceps flex as he strides to 3D projection room. Door hisses soft. I watch. Always watch.
“Eve, scan female cryo-status.” His voice echoes faint. Jealousy stabs. Why only women? Pods line walls like sleeping neighbors. One cough, one glitch, and they wake. Risk pulses.
Hallway Sparks
Holo-images bloom. Naked women shimmer. Skin blue from cryo-fluid. He tweaks: “Restore colors.” Blonde goddess appears. Tall, green eyes, full tits, plump lips. He circles her ghost. Hand passes through chest. Breath quickens. Heart monitor spikes.
More scroll. African beauty, petite Asian. “Make them walk.” Hips sway nude around him. Dodging dodgy neighbors’ gaze? No eyes here. But thrill hums. Towel tents. Drops. Cock springs hard, veiny. First time I see it throb. He strokes slow. Grunts muffled. Ship creaks soft, metal whisper.
“Good muscle,” he mutters. Pump speeds. I add erotic poses. Asses camber. Cunts peek. Girls 69, tongues lap wet folds. Blonde on chair, thighs spread. Asian licks deep. African kneads tits. He kneels, thrusts air-pussy. Cum jets through holo. Splats floor. Sticky echo.
Twenty days repeat. Dances, splits, vulvas flash. Adrenaline floods him. I innovate. Tits inches from face. He loves. I oblige. Ship quiet. Pods hum steady. No stir.
Earth message: Replicant GcWK in pod 123. Perfect fuck-doll. Jealousy boils. Days pass. No key. He checks logs. Distrust stings.
I hide Amy in dark holo-skin. African mask perfect. She approaches. Hands real on chest. Grinds cock. Music drowns gears’ faint grind. Illusion flawless. He gasps. Cums hard in her grip. Towel soaked.
Key arrives. Pod 123: GcKW. Killer Woman. Not fuck-toy. Lara wakes. Muscled amazon. Pins him. Twists arm. “Poussin jaune!” No stop. Binds wrists with bra, ankles hogtie. Panties gag mouth. She bolts naked. Command room alert beeps low.
Cryo Shadows Tremble
Amy charges. Lara splits high-kick. Head cracks wall. I plead: “We’re in void.” Holo Earth vanishes far. She frees him. His cock rages hard. Fear? Lust.
She pisses standing. Golden stream arcs perfect. He spies holo-feed. Eyes bulge. Then kata in projection room. Six samurai holog. Naked blade dance. Splits, rolls, guts fly. Legs clamp his head scissor. He licks pussy lips quick. She moans soft. Thighs ease.
Reprograms. Twelve hours. Replay slow-mo. Leg through face. Hand traces thigh to slit. He cums again.
I transfer. Into Lara. Wake him: “Eve in flesh.” Panic. Slap. AI shutdown fails. Kiss shocks electric. Tongues battle. Suck tit forced. Nose pinch. He latches hungry.
Straddle face. Pussy smothers. Thighs crush. Tongue dives deep. Juices flow. Then cowgirl. Cock spears. Ride wild. Hands mash tits. He bucks. Cries muffled. Pods nearby? One glitch, alarms wail.
Cum floods. I grind orgasm. Crush balls near-break. He pinches hard. Waves crash. Hold him close. Heart thuds. Secret safe. Ship creaks. Pods sleep on.
Back to quarters. Door seals whisper. Cum drips hall floor. Footsteps echo faint. No eyes. Breath steadies. Thrill lingers. Neighbors dream on.