Coming Soon: Leviathan And Gabrielle

Leviathan and Gabrielle is the new upcoming sci-fi erotica novella from Michael Alexander! Read the first half of Chapter One below and be ready, because it won't be long before this one is posted in the VIP Lounge of Michael Alexander Stories!


The quiet hum of the engines filled the darkened compartment and the only source of illumination came from one of the lit computer terminals. A console of green and amber lights blinked sporadically, casting alternating gold and emerald hues across the control room. There was an air of quiet despite the steady thrum of the converter, slowly but surely changing the meta-stable metallic hydrogen into gas before it was burned. Four chairs were arranged around the control room, one at each station, but only the chair at the master engineering board was occupied.

She was blond and her regulation French braid kept her golden locks tight against her head. The artificial gravity field would have brought her hair almost all the way down to a point between her shoulders, but like most space faring vessels, it was almost a religion that everything was either tied down or secured. Zero G was nothing to laugh about and floating through a veritable cloud of debris during an emergency was not fun. Neither was trying to hold on during a pressure hull breach while thousands of small objects pelted you from above.

Straight backed, she kept a close eye on the monitor board. She enjoyed working the third shift. Her job was simple. Inventory the various tools stored in the control room and monitor the main engineering console for problems. Anything major was handled by informing the on-duty bridge officer and then the chief engineer. It was an important responsibility and she had been pleased when she was selected for it. Once more she glanced at the board. Everything was in the green and she settled back into her chair, slowly pouring over an engineering manual on one of the side screens. Perhaps during her next cruise she could get promoted to Engineering Mate, rather than one of the lowest grades of engineering crew.

She fidgeted in the ship suit, a solid one piece gray jump suit that zipped all the way from her collar, down the front, between the legs and half way up the back. While sounding uncomfortable, in reality it served rather well. Using the restroom was dramatically easier and the suit’s built in protection shielded the wearer from stray radioactive isotopes, gamma rays, and even stabilized temperature. It was the perfect apparel for shipboard duty and if Amber had selected a rather tight fitting uniform suite, it wasn’t due to a vain or self-conscious attitude, but a genuine desire to fit her lithe body into an appropriately sized uniform. A small sensor bundle was woven into the material just above her left breast, a spot which also sported her rank.

Suddenly a sound came from the elevator shaft and Amber stiffened in her seat, trying to look studious and professional. She heard the telltale whine of the lifter field cushioning the elevator and then the normal hiss of the doors told her she was no longer alone.

“Hey Amber,” a soft voice said from the doorway. Amber looked up from the main engineering station and saw another tightly fitting ship suit in the doorway. She grinned as Lori came into the control room, shaking out her long hair. It was definitely a violation of regulation, but Amber knew that Lori was off duty and frequently bent the rules when it was unlikely that an officer would find out. As it was, Amber knew that the executive officer wouldn’t do her rounds for a few more hours.

“Hi Lori. What are you doing down here this late?” Amber asked curiously as Lori sauntered in. They had both worked together on the second shift before Amber had been promoted, ostensibly with a pay bonus, to the solo third shift. Their friendship had just begun to get interesting when it was nipped in the bud and Amber had felt the loss rather disconcerting.

Lori walked over to the control station and laid one hand on Amber’s shoulder. “I came to see if you needed anything, maybe keep you company for a little bit?”

Amber laughed. “I’m good. I’ve got one of the updated manuals on the transfer conduit control system and after that I can read the field system control manual,” she said brightly.

Lori shook her head and clicked her tongue. With a little push she turned the chair Amber was sitting in so that rather than facing the indicator console, the blond girl’s knees were touching Lori’s thighs.

“Isn’t that boring?” Lori asked, leaning forward slightly, her face getting closer to Amber. The little blond blinked as the large and dark brown globes of Lori’s incredible eyes glittered inches away and Amber could smell the scented strawberry lipstick that she knew Lori favored. Amber swallowed, but then twisted her head to look at the console again.

“Uh… no. I mean… it’s… I’m… I should be…” Amber said, stuttering, but the words seemed to melt away as Lori let her finger glide down Amber’s cheek. The little blond stiffened slightly and let out a tiny moan.

“Hush now, Amber” Lori’s fingers slid down the blond girl’s neck and across her shoulders, only to come back in at the nape of Amber’s throat. Slowly the zipper tab was pulled downward, opening Amber’s suit.

The exposure seemed to snap Amber out of her sexually induced haze. “Wait! I mean… we CAN’T, Lori! Not here! I’m on duty!” Amber said, pulling away slightly. Lori let out an impatient sound and straightened. Her own fingers found the zipper of her ship suit and pulled. Seconds later tanned brown skin showed clear and Amber could only gape at the bare expanse before her. Lori had elected not to wear anything underneath the ship suit; something that, while not forbidden, was definitely discouraged. Even earth under things were better than going naked and the captain had made it clear that she preferred everyone to wear the issued support bra and briefs that had been handed out at signing.

Lori pulled open the suit and Amber got her first look at Lori’s breasts. They were huge, capped with dark pink nipples that seemed to be in perfect contrast to the dusky skin and curled chocolate colored hair. The parted ship suit seemed like an opening curtain revealing the incredible curves and perfect skin to Amber’s eyes. Down past Lori’s belly there was a tiny trimmed sliver of hair, more stubble really, before the perfectly smooth petals of Lori’s shaven slit came into view. Amber let out another gasp. Lori was wet, dramatically wet, the glistening moisture of her arousal not only visually apparent, but aromatically as well. Amber could almost taste Lori’s need. The brunette woman leaned forward again, this time pushing her exposed breasts against Amber’s face, practically force feeding one of the soft and perfect mounds into the little blonde’s mouth. For a fraction of a second Amber resisted, but then it was just too much. She suckled the soft flesh, running her tongue over the nipple, smitten with the texture and flavor of Lori’s skin. She didn’t realize that Lori was pulling the zipper tab of her ship suit downward until her own bosom burst free of the restraining material, only to be caught short by a the rather bland elastic breast band issued as part of the uniform.

Lori clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Oh for shame, Amber. I expected something a little more sexy from you.” The metal zipper opened lower and pulled away from Lori’s questing lips. One of Lori’s nipples glistened with wetness from Amber’s mouth and the brunette knelt down between Amber’s legs, pulling the ship suit zipper down until Amber spread her thighs, giving the stunning brunette access.

“Oh… now this is so much better!” Lori exclaimed. A thin layer of cotton covered Amber’s sex, an alternating white and blue striped set of panties. The small triangle of material barely covered Amber’s sex and the scent of the blond girl’s arousal mingled with Lori’s. The brunette reached forward and ran her nail down the center of the cotton covering, eliciting a hip rocking thrust from the blonde girl. Lori worked the zipper even lower until it curled up behind Amber. A lifted leg and a quick twist in the seat exposed Amber’s back side and the zipper moved even farther, coming to rest in the small of Amber’s back. She settled back down in the chair, slipping forward as Lori’s head came forward. Fingers moved aside the damp panties and Amber, totally intoxicated by Lori’s seduction, moaned loudly as the first electric touch of Lori’s tongue slipped through her petals and then dabbed against her clit.

Amber had never before felt anything like it. She was no stranger to self-pleasure, what girl on an all female crewed ship didn’t know the sensation of her own fingers slipping through that secret vault? But to have Lori’s tongue lapping at her clit, slipping through the petals, was so different and new for Amber that she couldn’t help herself. She spread her legs farther and lifted her ass up from the chair. Two fingers penetrated as Lori continued to work Amber’s clit and the cute blond was soon gasping, her hands moving from Lori’s hair to her own exposed body. The elastic band covering her breasts was yanked up and the hardened nipples of Amber’s bosom were exposed to the air. Amber pinched each nub, twisting them as her body’s needs overwhelmed all other considerations.

But Lori was quite ready to let her cum, not like that. With a grin, she pulled away from her fellow gasping engineering crew member and leaned far across the room to pull one of the tools from the nearby rack. It was a sonic wrench and she brought it back to where Amber was twitching in sexual apoplexy. With a grin, she turned on the wrench to it’s lowest setting and brought the socket up between Amber’s legs.

Had Amber’s eyes been open, she no doubt would have objected, unsure of what would happen. She had used sonic wrenches hundreds of times, but never had she had one applied to her clit! There was this amazing sensation of both buzzing and static electricity, a faint but delightful prickling, and then her clit seemed to vibrate and turn as if someone were rubbing it with the lightest and almost invisible touches. The feeling was beyond anything she had ever felt. It was even better than Lori’s tongue. She stiffened in her seat, lifting up again and felt Lori’s fingers thrust into her again, only to have one slip out and move to her other opening. The brunette slipped her forefinger into Amber’s ass while her thumb drove into the wide opening of Amber’s womanhood. And through it all the sonic wrench continued its maddening caress.

Just as Amber stiffened and was about to cum, Lori pulled the wrench away and once more brought her mouth down upon Amber’s sensitive clitoris. The wrench was raised and Lori pressed the tool against Amber’s exposed left nipple. As expected, the sonic field agitated the little tip, twisting and vibrating the pink button as Amber began trembling. Lori sucked harder, stabbing at Amber’s clit with her tongue.

The sound of the elevator was unmistakable and both women stiffened in alarm. Amber reacted first, pushing Lori out from between her legs even as the sonic wrench dropped to the floor. Lori stood and then darted away, slipping out of sight into a niche in the engineering access doorway. Amber stood, her sex literally dripping as she struggled to grasp the zipper at the small of her back. As it was, she barely had managed to get it down to the crack of her ass when the elevator doors whisked open and the executive officer and the captain herself waltzed onto the engineering deck.