Commander Millenius

At some moment , I clearly realized that I had become popular among the female crew of our starship, hanging out on important business in the boundless space... however, not only among the female.

My appearance was not particularly striking then... a tall, blue-eyed blond with a short haircut... and in general with an ordinary face like many men of our race, distinguished by feminine elegance and fine features... with rare exceptions in the direction of strongly expressed brutality... but for some reason it was I who most attracted the lustful glances of our crew members, who expressed a clear desire to pleasantly while away the evening at the end of a work shift in a cramped cabin.

- Taen..., - my fingers was barely touched by the small, graceful hand of a thin, short blonde with a cute doll-like face in the corridor.

In her wide-open azure eyes, a secret hope was read that I would reciprocate and go with her for a quick rapprochement.

- You could have a glass of wine with me... I like you so much, - her eyes quickly blinked, her small plump pink mouth trembled enticingly under her small thin nose

- Ah... of course... - I quickly agreed and was pleasantly pleased with her unexpected impudence...

Usually I choose who to fuck without obligations myself, but here she is... with this innocent appearance of a fragile yeanling, just my type... she carefully and tenderly slid her hand over my shoulder, pulling me along with her.

- Do you remember my name? No? My name is Loeta... I'm new here, I work in the service... and I immediately noticed you when you... ,Taen, appeared on our ship...

And I arrived on the starship straight away through a competition among flight school graduates, having undergone a very long training with a tight academic schedule, into which it was impossible to fit any dates... I didn't understand love affairs at all and was inexperienced in intimate affairs. It just so happened that my needs, which were difficult to suppress, had to be resolved strictly manually with rare exceptions.

Her funny puppy squeaks during awkward intercourse, when we hastily tore off each other's jumpsuits without much caress and kisses, misled me into thinking that this sweet girl Loeta was experiencing the same thing as me... a short and bright moment of bliss. However, I was wrong... but at that moment it seemed to me that she was feeling good just like me. For some reason I didn't want anything else...

- Ah... what... is that it? - her sweet, wet eyes with lush, black-painted eyelashes desperately fluttered with some kind of disappointed expression on her face when I released her from my embrace on the narrow bunk in her windowless cabin.

- So what? That's it... I'm done... - I jumped up from the bed and blurted out with slight bewilderment, looking back at her confused look.

- So fast? What about Hattana? - she inserted such a mysterious question.

- Who is it? Is that some girl's name?

- What girl? You don't know what Hattana is?

- No... I don't know...

- I had no idea what it was... and asked again:

- Hattana? What do you eat it with?...

- Nothing... It's the energy of love... Don't you know? You didn't exchange this with me... I thought it flared up between us... something arose between us....

It seemed to me that Loeta was about to cry, quickly blinking her offended eyes.

- No... I don't know... What are you even talking about?

- Ah... You, men... generally don't bother about this...

Even more disappointment floated on her face, and I did not ask about this phenomenon, deciding that these were some kind of women's things, incomprehensible to my male mind and left, slowly putting on my light gray uniform.

I immediately found friends to chat with and I quickly got used to it, becoming the life of the party, scattering dirty jokes in a close male team, where I caught several hot glances. And one of them belonged to a tall middle-aged man named Miru, who held the post of first mate. Then I thought he was gay, but it turned out he was a womanizer and all the ladies had been in his withering embrace.

He sat businesslike opposite me, leg over leg, hugging a curvy cutie on each side and kissing them both in turn with sweet relish and looking at me with a devouring, languid gaze, as if they were not enough for him... he needed something more, but I pretended that I was only interested in girls, flirting with them.

Service in the space navy captivated me so much in the first months that I continued to ignore the obsessive signs of attention from Miru, who more than once offered to have friendly get-togethers with a shot of tequila, and I always apologetically refused his offers, citing spontaneous dates with the ship's beauties. This went on for a couple of years during our research expeditions to various star systems, where our scientists meticulously studied the local flora and fauna. I constantly bumped into Miru in the corridors and his gaze often expressed a desire for a private meeting alone. One day he knocked on my cabin door and with a playful smile asked to come inside with an offer to drink rare foreign whiskey. Well, how could I refuse such a tempting offer... Although I realized that something could happen...