Chapter 32

  The Skidbladnir cruised along in hyperspace as the rest of its crew had fallen to sleep. The dark grey walls of the old Asgard Science vessel began to hum in the still void of Space. Amos was fast asleep in his bed when Reva, who was laying beside him, rolled over and kissed him passionately. Amos slowly woke up to find Reva devouring his face.

  “I’m sorry my Love but I am horny – so very very horny,” said Reva with her telepathy. Reva couldn’t help but wake up Amos in the middle of the night to have sex. This wasn’t the first night she had done this. Ever since Amos created Reva in the replicator bed, she had been eager to fulfill her purpose and fuck her creator. Unlike regular Replicators, however, Reva was not only compelled to adhere to her programming, she had a biological imperative to fulfill certain impulses that Replicators simply didn’t have. Her mechanical bio-neurocircuitry combined with pure human lust made Reva almost insatiable in bed.

  In a move that couldn’t have been performed better by a gymnast, Reva rose up on both legs and gently straddled Amos’s face. With little hesitation, and no inhibition, Reva hopped on top of her creator’s face and straddled her nearly unconscious maker. Amos could feel the moist wetness of Reva’s pussy rub against his face. The more she rode, the more she moaned; the more her sweet wet juices seeped into his throat.

  “Oh if the battle with the Replicators could have been like this,” Amos thought to himself. He could not imagine that the same insects he fought on Hala were distant cousins of the beautiful black woman sitting on his face.

  As Reva continued to ride her maker, the satin sheets covering his already nude body fell off the bed onto the ground revealing his large and throbbing cock. Reva spun to face his dick as an Olympic gymnast spun in the air before grabbing the next pole. Her open mouth began to salivate as she fantasized taking her purpose into her throat. Suddenly, Amos felt a rich feeling of moist lips and an eager tongue wrap around his dick.

  But As Amos looked up from between Reva’s dark brown cheeks, it wasn’t his creation he saw…

  It was Sha’re.

  Amos couldn’t believe it, Sha’re was slowly and methodically wrapping her lips around his penis; her tongue gently massaging every inch of his manhood.

  “Dr. Jackson is going to kill me, when he finds out,” he thought, as the two women devoured every inch of his body. Still, the one lesson he remembered all the way back from his time in Chicago was to never deny a woman, you’ll never know when you’ll get another one.

  Amos laid there in bed, ignoring Sha’re’s infatuation with his fat cock. Instead, he paid attention to every crease of Reva’s cheeks, as he worked his way down her ass and up her labia. Without warning, Sha’re removed her mouth from Amos’s cock and climbed in bed with the two lovers. She gently moved the underwear that Reva had given her aside and sat gracefully on Amos’s dick. Sha’re then moved back and forth, then forward and back, riding Amos until she was about to cum. To Amos’s amazement, Reva didn’t seem startled by what was happening or bothered by it at all. She just sat there staring at Sha’re getting her nut as Amos’s tongue navigated deeper inside of her pussy.

  The two women leaned closer and closer to each other until their lips could practically touched. Then they did touch, and Reva found herself making out with Sha’re as they both made love to her creator. The orgasm was rich and the resulting euphoria intoxicating. Like a perfect triangle Amos, Reva, and Sha’re had climaxed at the same time.

  “Was this a dream?” Amos wondered, his mind still drunk with the feeling of ejaculation. The undeserving wonderer shifted his head to see Sha’re’s perfect body rest comfortably on his tool. As he lifted his head towards the resurrected wife of his mentor, Sha’re simply got up and left, heading back to the room she had came from.

  “What the hell just happened?” he said, as Reva unmounted his face. Reva said nothing, grabbed the bedding that was on the floor and nestled back into Amos’s arms. The two then fell back to sleep.

  In the morning, Amos woke up alone, with Reva already in the mess hall eating breakfast. After he had gotten dressed he went down to get something to eat as well. As he approached the mess he overheard Reva and Sha’re talking to each other laughing hysterically at whatever seemed to have caught their humor’s attention. Although the two had just met, they acted like teenage school girls who had known each other their entire lives. After printing his food, his signature chicken and waffles, Amos approached their table and sat down to eat.

  “I had the weirdest dream last night,” Amos said as he grabbed his fork and began eating his food. Sha’re looked at him, still wearing the blue dress she had worn yesterday.

  She leaned forward, knees bent inward, and stared at him with inquisitive yet still seductive eyes. “I know, Reva told me,” Sha’re said, trying hard to hold back a laugh.

  Amos immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at Reva who’s face still radiated innocence. “Reva, wait, you knew? Wait, how do you even know what I dreamed about last night!”

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  Reva, put down the food in her hand, turned to Amos and said, “Baby, I watch all your dreams as you sleep, and some of your dreams are actually mine.”

  Amos was aghast! Dream sharing. Was that even possible? This had to be another one of the powers of the Ancients. Reva had been able to witness not one but all of his dreams and now she’s telling his mentor’s wife that he unconsciously fucked her in his sleep.

  Amos sat there dumbfounded and embarrassed, unable to say anything about what had actually occurred. As he sat there gawking, Reva got up, grabbed Sha’re’s face and kissed her goodbye. Amos knew Reva was a lesbian, he had programmed her to sleep with females – as well as him of course – still the kiss took him by surprise and made him think that he was still in another dream.

  “Sha’re I’m sorry about what Reva told you. It was not my intention to tell any of you what I dream about at night,” Amos said, his voice filled with apology.

  Sha’re rolled her eyes and turned towards Amos with an accusatory look on her face, “Amos, I had Reva change the pair of under garments that she gave me. Her underwear is not my style.” Amos had forgotten about the black lingerie he told Reva to give Sha’re. A black laced bra with a matching G-string was probably inappropriate to give Dr. Jackson’s wife.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Sha’re. You see, Reva isn’t actually human, this is the first time she has gotten to know a human woman and isn’t familiar with some of our customs and boundaries. I promise you I didn’t mean for her to give you such erotic and revealing underwear,” Amos said, begging Sha’re for forgiveness.

  Sha’re took one final bite out of her food and said nothing in response to Amos’s plea. She then got up from her seat and walked out of the mess hall. As she was leaving, Amos couldn’t help but notice that the blue starfleet inspired dress that they had given her was not covering her rear. The dress’s tail had been tucked up under the small of her back revealing nothing but bare cheeks. Amos’s mouth hung open in disbelief as Sha’re’s perfectly round ass stared at him in his face; the black G-string she had complained about a few seconds ago replaced with nothing at all. As Amos continued to look at Sha’re’s features she turned her head backwards to see the look on Amos’s face. Instead of giving him a look of disdain, however, Sha’re’s face gleamed with invitation.

  Buckets fell over, brooms and mops hit the floor, as Amos pushed Sha’re’s back up against the wall in the ship's maintenance closet. There was one thing good about those old Starfleet dresses, they were never in the way. Amos dropped his pants and went deep inside of Sha’re.

  “Fuck! Fuck!” screamed Sha’re as he fucked her inside of a janitor’s closet. Sha’re’s arms wrapped around Amos’s neck as the rest of her body leaned into Amos’s member. Pow, pow, pow, pow, the sound of humping filled the air of the old broom closet of the Skidbladnir.

  “What was happening?” thought Amos. “How did I end up in the closet with Dr. Jackson’s wife?” Amos couldn’t stop what he was doing. Sha’re’s body was too good to decline. He just hoped no one else could hear what was going on in Freyr’s closet. With one hand Amos picked up Sha’re and made her bounce on his dick. With another, he put his hand in her mouth to keep her from screaming. Sha’re’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her teeth chewed on Amos’s fingers as he gave her body what she wanted. The two enjoyed each other for several minutes until each had satisfied the other’s desires. Then the world faded to black. He had to have been dreaming.

  When Amos had woken up again he was in bed, Reva on his right and Sha’re on his left; but was that really Sha’re? She had the face of Sha’re but her hair was markedly different. It was long and flowing, unlike the curly hair that he was accustomed to. Most noticeably, the hair was not black but red, and her body was filled with a sweet aroma that felt almost like a drug. Was Amos still dreaming or was this real too? It felt real, more real than any other dream he had dreamed his entire life. Still nothing he was seeing was possible, Sha’re had black hair not red hair, and she smelled good; but not as good as that. Amos lowered his head and fell back to sleep.

  The next thing he knew he was in a medical bay of a Lantean city ship. It was on the surface of a red world – a barren world – surrounded by crimson clay and scarlet colored mountains.

  “Freya, please tell me you have the nanite treatment ready,” barked a woman in a similar appearance to Sha’re.

  This Sha’re, sitting right in front of him with her legs crossed, was even more different than the last one. She was wearing scantily clad clothing reminiscent of a decadent Ancient Egyptian Queen. She still had red hair, however; but instead of the long flowing locks he had seen earlier, her hair was trimmed and cut just above her shoulders and positioned in such a way one could see a round golden earring protruding from one of her ears.

  “Please Freya Amos needs the nanite dick treatment, that’s the only way he can last long enough for all of us,” said Reva coming in from behind him wearing her standard attire yet missing the glasses she usually wore.

  Standing to the left of Amos was a woman he had never seen before. Like Sha’re and Reva she was jaw droppingly gorgeous. She was lighter than Reva yet noticeably darker than Sha’re, she wore a tight form fitting white dress with a badge placed near her shoulder. As Amos further inspected the badge he noticed that it wasn’t a Star Fleet inspired badge at all but a badge in the shape of the ninth chevron – Earth’s point of origin. Her hair was black and curly and her body was extremely voluptuous. “Breasts like those belonged to a porn star,” Amos thought quietly.

  Using her own pair of bracelet synthesizers, Freya printed a small silvery vial that appeared to contain an aerosol spray. “Drop your draws, my love,” said Freya as she moved closer to him with the silver vial.

  “My love?” wondered Amos. Was Amos sleeping with her too? How many women was or will Amos be sleeping with? Whatever was in her hand it wasn’t something you could take orally. This spray was meant for only one thing – his dick; and from the looks of it he probably needed it.

  When Amos dropped his draws his member was fully erect. Freya, Reva, and this red haired Sha’re all seemed to have seen it before. Still their eyes met his cock with desperate anticipation as if it was a magic wand that could make all of their problems go away. Freya took the small vial and sprayed Amos’s erect penis. “Look it’s getting bigger,” stated Reva as she held onto Amos’s arm with excitement. To his surprise, she was right. Amos’s seven inch wonder had grown considerably, getting longer and thicker by the second.

  “9 and ? inches, now that’s a magic wand,” said Reva as she materialized a 12 inch ruler. Not only was his dick getting bigger but his balls had grown too, nearly resembling two small fists.

  “What the hell was that,” muttered Amos.

  “Your nanite dick treatment, love,” replied Freya, “The nanites I have given you will not only make your sex organs bigger but they will also increase your refraction time by 78%. Basically, right after you cum, you’ll be ready to go again immediately after you ejaculate. Your semen and sperm count will also rise dramatically. The nanites also serve as birth control so whenever you’re ready to get us pregnant the neural interface in your nanites will know and help facilitate conception. Until then feel free to cum inside of us and help us fulfill our reason for being.”

  Even before finishing her words, the red haired woman was already on the floor sucking on Amos’s cock from the right. Reva chuckled a menacing giggle and got on the floor right beside her and began nibbling on Amos’s new wand from the left. Finally, Freya walked in between those two, the hem of her dress touching the tip of his dick, and gently pulled Amos in for a mesmerizing kiss.

  “Don’t stop… dreaming”

  “Am I dreaming?”

  “This doesn’t feel like a dream,” he thought.

  Whatever Amos was experiencing, it wasn’t just a dream.

  It was heaven.