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There weren't many pilots that had interstellar cruise ships as their personal vessels, but there also weren't many pilots that helmed this large of a crew.

The name of our ship was The Lavanda, and she was the most beautiful ship in the galaxy. Every pilot thought that of their ship, no doubt, but I was particularly proud of the work we’d managed to accomplish on the salvaged wreck we now called home. We were currently parked in the Orbit Station of Unova-6. It was one of the only Orbit Stations around that cared for freighter vessels, especially on this side of the Mehalla Strait. From the private ob-deck we’d rented while repairs were being outfitted, we actually had a pretty good view of it. With a smile, I brought the mug of coffee to my lips as I surveyed the brilliant, one of a kind vessel we flew together, glimmering in the artificial glow of the solar high-beams.

“Status report, darling,” I said, sipping my wake-up call.

“Of course, honey,” you said, just off to my right. We always took a moment to look at The Lavanda, to give her the respect she deserved before we went through the specs from wherever it was we came from. “I’ll be honest, sweetheart, we took a lot of damage on that exit.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, grunting a little as I rolled my shoulders, leaning back in my spot on the couch the pair of us were seated on. That had certainly been a hot exit, as some of the aces liked to say. Still, I’d gotten rather used to it with our current agenda and timetable in mind. “That was a close call. But hey, no trackers, no marines. I’d say that’s a win. Hyper engine’s a bit busted, of course-”

“A bit?” You laughed, swiping your finger across the holo-clipboard in your hands. Specs of the ship came into 3D focus as you gestured to them. “They’re fried. We’re stuck here until the money comes back from our trade. They’ve got another part. I’m talking with the guys in the part bay now. They’re… rude.”

“Well, they’re… alone, aren’t they?” I smirked, grunting a bit as I shifted once more in my seat. “They don’t get to meet such lovely company as often as I do.” I smiled, taking another sip of my coffee. I reached over as well, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “Any… ah… any damage on the guns?”

“Not the minis, the front canons though took some heat from the asteroid belt.” You mentioned, another swipe on the board as you displayed the damage to me. “Nothing we can’t fix with the funds we’ve got stored. We stole a lot on this run.” A proud smile grew across your face.

“Yes we did, baby,” I said, my smile growing across my face as I shut my eyes, grunting again in happiness as I settled even further into the cushions. “Yes… we did…” A thought came to my mind after a brief, comfortable pause. “How many girls are we picking up here?”

“17,” you said. Your tone of voice sounded a bit bored. “Not too many. Not sure where they’ll go really.”

“There’s always spots on the Gun Floor, and… Jesus… and the Mess Floor too.”

“We get what we get sometimes,” you said, offering a bit of a shrug as you continued. “Once we’re up and running though, in… say the next few days, assuming the trade goes through, I’ve found us another lift off the Tiabo Cluster. It’s marine territory, but it’s a smash and grab. Real quick, lots of liquid. Fuel, specifically. Heading right for the Empire’s outer bays.”

“But we’ve… ah fuck… we’ve got some time to kill?”

“Yes baby,” you said, a smirk growing across your face. “Yes we do.”

I let out a very happy sigh, reaching down to my lap. You were there too, or rather another body of yours was, your tongue and lips worshipping my erection as you gave me the briefing. I’d done my best to control myself. To pay attention, but sometimes it was hard to listen when we weren’t on a mission. We were safe in an Orbit Station, after all, I had a moment to relax. My hand ran through your hair as you slurped at my cock, and my eyes rolled back into my head.

But you were behind me, too. A plate of hot food from the buffet - proteins, mostly - was brought to my side, placed on the table right next to the couch as another body of yours snuck up. You placed a quick kiss on my cheek with that body, smiling as you moved to sit on the other chair close by, staring out at the beauty of our ship. I smiled, looking to the body that had been briefing me as I responded. “I can’t wait.”

You looked over from your place on the other chair. You popped your lips off my cock. You snuggled a bit closer to me on the couch. “Me neither, baby.” You spoke in unison.

“God, I love when you do that,” I laughed.

Hello my lovely readers, thank you for clicking on this prompt!

Today, I wish to venture into a sexually charged sci-fi adventure with you, my hivemind girlfriend. Our mission? Conquer every planet, moon, and star in the galaxy. Our method? Well, perhaps a bit scatter-brained, but we'll get there eventually. You grow every day, infecting the minds of any nearby woman and turning her into another extension of yourself. It's only a matter of time before our goals are fixed, until every woman in the galaxy is yours, and all the rest of sentient life submits to our power. And, until that point, why not enjoy ourselves a little in the galaxy we mean to rule?

What should you expect? Excellent question. I don't do this for a quick romp in the inbox. My efforts here, and in all my posts, are to forge a consistent, erotic relationship between me and my partners, while also just having a bit of fun. This would be pretty boring if we couldn't relate to each other at all, and I prefer to get to know my partner a bit out of character while we do our delicious writing. Expect a friendly, dedicated partner interested in writing something that will last, not a poorly crafted lean-to for the pair of us to fuck a single time. What a waste, right? My responses are detailed, chalk full of story and smut alike, depending on the current situation of our characters of course. Though, playing a hivemind with all those libidos in your collective probably leaves very little time without touching your significant other, I would imagine. All in all, I’m a partner willing to go the distance with you, and I promise you won’t regret coming aboard.

What do I expect? Another excellent question. I don't intend to throw you out with the trash for menial things. Spelling mistakes happen, they do. Even the best of us fall prone to it from time to time, so excited to get a reply out that it goes unchecked by our lavish and frantic fingers. I'll make them. You'll make them. It's fine, really, but I don't enjoy grammatical errors. Sentence structure and formatting, periods, commas, all of that good stuff? You've gotta have it if you want to be my partner. I won't be spending time on minimal effort responses. I also expect a woman that’s interested in playing multiple characters at once, based on the nature of the prompt. No, multiple personalities aren’t involved, as you’re a collective hivemind - it’s all you, after all, just in different bodies - but I do expect a bit of meat where description is concerned. I would hope if you’re responding to this that you’re interested and up to the challenge, and I very much look forward to those partners that are, and intend to reward them immensely with something the pair of us can look back on with pride. Oh, and you’ve gotta be ready to do some worldbuilding. We’ve got a whole galaxy to carve up and describe out there, so let’s share the load on that!

Where can we go with this? Anywhere, really. The way I’ve laid it out in the above prompt is not at all set in stone, more just to give you an idea of the vibe I hope to accomplish with you in the piece. Something fun, something light hearted, something a bit political at times, sure, but mostly drenched in sex between the pair of us as we galavant through the stars. I’ve started us in the middle, but perhaps you’d prefer the beginning of our story? Perhaps you’re not yet a hivemind, a fledgling discovering your powers on a random planet. Or, perhaps something a bit closer to my written piece. You’ve been a hivemind for years now, but you’ve only just met me. We’re still figuring each other out, you and I, but we make each other happy, and that’s more than the pair of us could ask for after our lives outside the law. Or we could be more familiar with it, as I’ve laid out. We’ve been dating for a while now, our plans firmly in motion, and the groove of outerspace living is something the pair of us love to fuck around with, and fuck around in. These are only situations we could traverse, but if you have anything else that comes to mind, I want to hear it. I want to know what it is about this prompt that excites you, and what possibilities you see for us together out in the stars as hivemind and mate.

What are my kinks and limits? You’re full of incredible questions today, bravo. I won’t bother listing every a single kink I have, as I imagine, same as anyone, that sort of thing gets a bit tedious and boring. However, I will list those I have that stand above the rest, and ones I would absolutely love to incorporate. Are these necessary to play out this prompt with yours truly? No, not at all. But, of course, if you’re a willing participant, you’ll definitely be higher on my list where partners are concerned.

Tongue. This one’s at the top. Making out that involves some sloppy and careless behaviour? Yes. Cunnilingus so charged with sexual want that I’m lapping up every droplet of moisture from your lips? Double yes. A tongue bath, covering every inch of your skin and mine, dragging the flat of our curious mouth muscles across the tasteful flesh of each other? Yes, yes, and yes. Give me tongue. Give me anything creative you can possibly fathom with it, and I almost guarantee I’ll enjoy myself.

Groping. There’s just something about it. What am I supposed to do when a breast looks so ripe I could drink from it? Paw at it with my hand, of course, squeeze it and palm it like some kind of stress toy. What about when your rear is so perfectly positioned as you’re leaning over a desk, practically radiating the image of a peach from a mile away? Well, a good smack and grope does the trick, doesn’t it? A nice healthy helping of thick asscheek in my hand. God, so fucking delicious. And why should I have all the fun? Is my cock looking like some kind of anaconda waiting to pounce from the hem of my pants? Put your fucking hand on my bulge. Get a grip of that meat package! What if my shirt’s just hugging all the right places and you’d rather see it anywhere else than on my person? Run your hands underneath it, I don’t mind at all. Seriously, let’s touch each other like we’re toys.

Loud Sex. Is there anything more boring than a silent partner? Do we really want to just listen to the slapping of flesh against flesh as we get our rocks off? No, we absolutely don’t. You want to hear me moaning, grunting and struggling against the pleasure you’re providing my cock, writhing around in an orgasmic, blissful distress when you finally church that cum from my loins. I want to see you squirming too, panting, choking down a scream that fills your lungs as a cock plunges your depths, or fingers rub you to the extremes of your senses, or kisses shower your body in praise. I want to play you like a goddamn instrument, and I want to hear the music we make together. And, for this prompt, I want the whole harmony.

Of course, there are plenty of things I do not abide by. Chief among them, and topics I will under no circumstances allow in any of my posts, are underaged characters, excessive violence, beastiality, and necrophilia. I don’t enjoy any of these topics, and will not be playing with them at all.

So, whaddya say? I’m looking for a diligent partner, a creative one, willing to take on the challenge of the massive galaxy that awaits the pair of us, to engage in a story that the two of us can look back on with pride… while also fucking the shit out of each other. Is that you? Let me know in my inbox. Let’s begin the story of a lifetime.