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Cosmic Captives - Together trapped in an escape pod

After a long gruelling battle with the Epsilon Consortium, Anon managed to narrowly flee their rapidly disintegrating spaceship, only to find himself trapped in an escape pod alongside a young woman. Their bodies tightly pressed together. Anon’s struggle to not get aroused is quickly lost. How will she react? --- This tale deviates from my traditional style, as we take a more gradual approach before the steamier moments. Have no fear though, there are plenty of arousing sequences still to come, so don't be tempted to put this book down just yet! This is a story of reluctance and non-consent; although, I can easily envision a more romanticised version of the same tale. Perhaps I'll have the opportunity to write that variant in the future should anyone be interested. But for now, this version centers around non-consent with female protagonists who are not particularly enthused by what's transpiring. But there is no spanking and no intentional hurting or infliction of pain. Perhaps you could refer to it as gentle non-consent erotica?

RemyMoreau · Ficção Científica
Classificações insuficientes
11 Chs

Troubled awakening

Her gentle breathing while she slept caused her tummy to rise and fall slightly, giving his boner a tiny sensation of friction. Anon was desperately searching for a solution to his problem; how could he get rid of his erection before she woke up? There was no way for him to move away from, as they were concealed in this tiny space. In an effort to distract himself, he tried thinking about the vast open space they were passing through in their escape pod. But her warm stomach ever so slightly teasing his growing erection, with the rhythm of her breaths making it more difficult to focus, he was powerless against its unrelenting pull. All he wanted was for her to stay there forever in his embrace, breathing this moment in. His heart raced as each exhale hit his chest and a gentle moan escaped from him at the thought of how much pleasure it brought him to just feel her body against him like this.

Anon was still desperately trying to make his erection subside, the intense desire he had for Nova proving to be too much. A spark of hope flourished inside him; maybe she wouldn't mind, perhaps the idea of him being aroused by her presence would send a thrill through her. After all, he had risked his life to save her from certain death in space. In the midst of his fantasies an image formed in his mind's eye - they were sharing a passionate embrace within the confines of their tiny escape pod.

While Anon was deep in his day dreams, Nova was gradually stirring. He could feel the slight movement of her head as she tried to maneuver herself into a more comfortable position. Unfortunately, with no room to shift around in the small bed, her body just wound up pressing even harder against his, rubbing provocatively along the length of the erection that she had caused. An involuntary groan escaped him at this sensation and Nova's eyes opened wide in surprise; it was clear that she hadn't given a thought about the effect her tight body could have on him.

Embarrassed, he averted his eyes as Nova cast her gaze upon him, her features awash with shock and confusion. His expectations of a favorable reaction from Nova were dashed instantly – any aspirations he had of them engaging in wild, passionate sex now seemed utterly impossible.

He felt exposed and vulnerable in front of this young woman who was so rudely awakened by this situation. The guilt he was experiencing was overwhelming, and he knew there was no way for him to hide from it or escape the consequences. With a surge of determination, he pushed himself to explain the whole event and apologize profusely to Nova.

Nova's entire demeanour shifts, her mouth still agape as she moves from a state of shock and confusion to one of anger and frustration. She wriggles around in an attempt to escape the invading feeling of his erection pressing against her, but there's no room to move; her frantic motions only cause it to throb more intensely.

Anon's boxers slipping down further with her movements, to the point where the tip of him is now grazing Nova's stomach. She can feel it too, as a quiver runs through her body. He tries to stop her from moving any further, knowing that if she does then the situation will become all the more unbearable. But at the same time, he cannot help but revel in this contact; feeling her soft and warm skin against his glans sends an electrifying wave of pleasure surging through his body.

Nova takes a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down as her frustration grows. Anon can see the wheels turning in her mind, he knows she's trying to figure out how to solve their current dilemma. He apologizes again, making sure that she knows he means it and that he's sorry for not being able to control himself. He can tell she still isn't sure if his intentions are sincere or not.

Finally she finds the courage to speak up, letting out a frustrated, "what the hell?". She stops trying to get away from him, her body frozen in place and still pressed against his.

Afterwards, neither of them could think of anything to say and they both faced away from each other. Anon's arousal had actually slowly started to subside as he attempted to explain himself earlier but now that they were in this moment of silence with their bodies pressed close together, his boner began to rise again lustfully pushing into her skin.