Lust In Space

By

Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

All rights reserved

Smashwords Edition

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Hari Reynolds has a problem and its name is Moira. She’s stowed away on his ship and he doesn’t know what to do with a timid redhead from Liskov IV. Interstellar law says he can push her out the airlock, but two years without the touch of a woman gives him second thoughts, even if he’s not sure she’s entirely human. Then he discovers that Moira has needs. Needs she doesn’t realize, but needs he’s more than happy to fulfill.

This 4000 word short story contains hot alien sex in a zero g environment

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Captain Reynolds’ eyes snapped open to the sound of a clanging alarm. “Computer, what’s the alarm?” he asked the ship’s onboard computer.

“Unusual noises have been detected in the cargo hold.”

“Unusual noises? Did a popsicle wake up?”

“Negative. All cryo-capsules report normal operation.”

Reynolds shut his eyes and pondered. Could one of the cryo-capsules have malfunctioned and thawed a passenger? He had never seen it happen in his two decades in space. A stowaway? That seemed more likely, but he wasn’t sure how anyone could have gotten on board. He had inspected the cargo himself.

Reynolds pushed the button for the restraint release on his acceleration couch and floated free. He grabbed the handhold above the couch and pulled himself to the small hallway that led to the head, shower and galley. He glided through the hallway and into the transit tube that lead back to the cargo hold. His shoulders bumped into the rubberized interior of the transit tube as he pulled himself down it by the built in handles and sped toward the hold.

He undogged the door to the hold and pushed it open. Everything looked secure. The cryo-caps glowed faintly green and along one wall of the cavernous space. The shipping containers were locked together and stacked five high in the center. Even the Andromedan pallets were still covered and secured. He pushed himself away from the door and floated toward the central row of shipping containers.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” He yelled.

He heard no response other than the low rumble of the freighter’s star drive. Might as well check the popsicles while I’m here.

He pushed off the nearest container, skimmed toward the cryo-caps and caught himself with one hand when he reached the rail that circled the top level of the caps. He pulled himself along the rail and glanced inside each cap as he passed, just to make sure the occupant was still inside. He caught the rail at the end of the row and brought his body to a halt. He was steadying his feet and preparing to push off to the next row of caps when he heard the sound.

It was a faint scraping, the scuff of a boot perhaps. Or maybe the sound of plastic rubbing on steel. Something out of place on a ship where nothing was ever out of place.

Reynolds’s eyes narrowed and he held his breath to listen. He floated, one hand still grasping the rail, and waited. It was a three month trip. He had time.

He heard it again. It was from a cargo container toward the rear of the ship. One near what he considered the deck. He pushed off into the empty space between the cryo-cap wall and the central cargo storage and floated toward the sound.

“I hear you, whoever you are,” Reynolds said. He glanced at his empty hands. “I have a stun pistol. Come out now and I’ll consider not airlocking you. Don’t make me search for you.”

He caught himself on a container secured to the deck and waited. A quiet sobbing reached his ears.

“I don’t know how to get out of here,” a faint voice said.

An actual stowaway. Just my luck. “Keep talking, I’ll find you.”