A Moan in Space

A long yawn escaped from Kern Og Poro’s mouth. The gorilla-like Apiarian opened his eyes and checked out the control board in front of him. All the lights were green; ETA, currently five hours from now; no new communication from Garreth.

Kids and “Planeteers” fantasise about spaceflight being these thrilling adventures filled with lights, sounds, and piloting manoeuvres. In reality, travelling from federal system to federal system is mostly about following a checklist, pressing a sequence of buttons, and waiting. A lot of waiting.

Things get a little more tense when a fleet of the Federal Space Peacekeeping and Customs Department performs an unexpected check of the ship’s cargo. However, never dealing in unsavoury things such as hard drugs or human trafficking, Kern and his wife have not yet encountered a situation out of which they were unable to pull, with either some smooth talking, or a couple bottles of undeclared liquor. They were even able to form some bonds with some of the agents regularly affected to the systems where they conducted their business. They were more than happy to look the other way when asked nicely, and direct their attention to bigger and nastier fishes.

As for pirates, hunting for cargos, either in the immensity of unregulated space or under the surveillance of the FSPCD, was such a hassle that very few of them bothered. They preferred to prey on stranded ships, on relics of the Expansion Era, or on the crews inside the spaceports. And the Og Poros made sure to avoid getting into that kind of trouble. Usually.

It was a quiet life, about which neither Apiarian complained. They were not trillionaires, but they were not destitute either. They earned enough money to keep their ship in good condition and put organic food on their table. And the extra money that they won, thanks to their low-level smuggling, allowed them to occasionally spend the money on a couple weeks of planetside vacation, or make an extravagant purchase.

Kern stretched in the reclining chair. His thick furry arms slid up the smooth leather, and waved in the air like a pair of black flags with a white stripe.
A pair of smaller hands joined with his, startling the still half-asleep Apiarian a little. His confusion was immediately lifted when his wife Hilfi leaned forward, placing her face and her breasts right in front of his face.
“Good morning, captain,” the female ape whispered.
Kern smiled. “Morning, hun. Slept well?”
Hilfi hummed in approval. She leaned further, planting a kiss on her husband’s lips, before slowly walking around the seat.

Kern was now able to glance at his wife in all her naked beauty. While her body was smaller than his, she was nonetheless very fit, used as she was to manual work (and the occasional bar brawl). Kern was taller and larger than her, but he could not help but be a little complexed by his chubby belly. His wife did not seem to mind; quite the contrary in fact.
“You’re naked,” the gorilla-like man pointed out without thinking.
“You too, you big dork,” Hilfi replied with a knowing smile.
A big dumb smile lightened up Kern’s face.
 
The Bolrilla was a familial affair, so to speak, and the ship’s crew has always been composed of the two of them. He handled the navigation and the accounting, while she took care of the basic engineering and the extravehicular activities, when necessary. His guile pulled them out of many predicaments, and her mean right hook from the others. There has never really been a need for more hands on deck, outside of the occasional “hitchhiker” they agree to pick up. For this trip, they were alone. And it seemed that both of them had the same idea: who needed pants when nobody else was looking, and the inside of the ship was at a comfortable 30°C.

Kern was about to stand up from the chair, only for Hilfi to put her hand on the exposed black skin of his chest and push him back. The male Apiarian flopped back into the comfortable  seat, then Hilfi leaned forward. She planted another light kiss, which immediately turned into a deep one as Kern reciprocated and their tongues started dancing together. 
Kern gently held Hilfi’s head as she climbed on his body. The chair creaked a little as she adjusted her position. A pleased chuckle escaped from the male Apiarian when he felt her tan-skinned butt settle against his waist.

The pair remained like this for a moment, Kern amorously petting her wife’s short hair, Hilfi caressing her husband’s black-furred nape and shoulders. In a motion that she repeated many times before, one of her prehensile feet reached for the control board and, with a flick of her ankle, rotated the seat to give herself more space.
When Hilfi broke the kiss and straightened her back, she felt her spouse’s erect cock bump against her lower back. “Just stay right here, hun. I’m taking charge of this.”
“Hmm,” Kern moaned. He knew better than to challenge Hilfi when she was in this mood.

Hilfi slid down from Kern’s stomach, letting her furry thighs brush against his, and the skin of her chest brush against his chubby stomach. She gently kneeled in front of the chair, then nudged his legs apart and settled herself in the interstice. Kern looked down, in awe, as his wife seized his thick cock and, after a few teasing licks, swallowed the tip in a sudden and predatorial fashion.
When the black-furred ape felt the suction, then the tongue licking across the surface of his glans, he could not help but close his eyes, tilt his head back, and let a long moan escape his lips. “Oooh~... Babe…”
He heard Hilfi chuckle with satisfaction, as she continued to take possession of his member. Her head slowly bobbed up-and-down, slowly sucking her prize in then even more slowly pulling back to her initial position while teasing with her tongue. At the same time, one of her hands grabbed his ball sack and played with it, massaging and gently squeezing the two large testicles nested within.
Kern moaned again. He felt his cock throb, and a release of pre leave his aroused member; it elicited a moan from Hilfi in turn. The Apiarian looked down again. He stared, mesmerised, at his wife, who was sucking him, rubbing his balls, and fingering herself with practised coordination. His cock throbbed again. “Oh, fuck…”

Hilfi looked up at him. She looked very pleased with herself. He wanted to get to the main course right away.
“L-Love, what do you say we move to the bedroom?” he asked.
Hilfi said nothing. Instead, she swallowed as much of Kern’s cock as she could and let it rest in her throat for a few seconds.
“Aaah. Aaah~” the male Apiarian moaned from the unexpected stimulation. When his gaze returned to his wife, she nudged his thighs against her face a couple times. Kern knew what she wanted. He would not move from that chair until she was done.

Kern did as she silently asked, and crossed his legs around her head, trapping her in a frame of black fur and dark skin, as she kept deepthroating him, seemingly undisturbed. Kern’s prehensile right foot grabbed the back of her head, not as an act of domination but as an instinctive reaction to hold for the nearest seizable object in reach as Hilfi’s throat muscles worked on his cock and the lustful wet noises resulting from this action were reaching his ears. In fact, his hands did the same, clamping the leather seat tightly as his wife was quickly bringing him to the edge.
“*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*”
“Aaah… Ah fuck… Aaah…”
Hilfi went to town on her husband, making his sex disappear inside her mouth with quick back-and-forth motions, barely inconvenienced by his big thighs squeezing her face stronger and stronger, as pleasure made him progressively lose control of his movements. In fact, she seemed to immensely enjoy it, playing with his body like an instrument, each suction and each lewd noise eliciting a new note from his spouse’s mouth, like the bell of a trumpet.

“I… I’m close. Hilfi… Hng!” Kern moaned. This did not stop her for a second. In fact, the gyrations of her mouth accelerated, sending the Apiarian over the edge shortly afterwards.
The primate’s legs squeezed tighter around his wife’s head. Then, with a guttural “Fuuuuuck!”, his cock throbbed and released rope after rope of thick cum, directly into Hilfy’s throat, whose gulping motions made the orgasm even more intense.
Kern’s muscles relaxed eventually, after a dozen seconds of bliss, and Hilfi wasted no time sliding her mouth up, releasing her husband’s shaft with a final suction on his now oversensitive glans and an audible “pop”.
Hilfi took a deep breath, licked her lips to cut the strand of saliva still linking her to Kern’s maleness, and stared at him with a grin. “Now, we move to the bedroom,” she said in an authoritative fashion.

“You beast,” Kern answered, between two heavy pants. He rose from his seat, helped by his wife. The two shared a hug and a kiss, which let Hilfi use the opportunity to squeeze her husband’s still erect cock between her thighs.
“Nnng,” Kern moaned in response. “Stop teasing...”
Hilfi laughed, then broke the hug. She sashayed to their cabin, making sure to put on a show for Kern, who instinctively went after her like a shadow.
Male Apiarians were among the species that were able to “do it” several times in a short span of time. And right now, Kern felt very in the mood for a second round.

Hilfi headed straight towards the large rectangular frame in the middle of the room. Like every piece of furniture on this ship, the bed was made to minimise any inconvenience that would arise from a shift to zero-gravity, accidental or intentional. It had no legs, being instead that metallic square riveted directly to the room’s floor.
The female Apiarian pushed a button on the small control panel fitted on the black frame. The bed beeped, then a gelatinous substance, which was contained inside it, started to flow out and fill the empty space.
Kern sneaked on his wife and, using the opportunity given by her leaning position, slipped one of his big hands between her legs. Hilfy straightened her back and emitted a half-startled, half-pleased “Ah!” The ape-man hugged his wife from behind and gently fondled her wanting body, while the pair watched the - now ordinary - spectacle of the nanogel mattress taking shape. 
The bed was one of those “extravagant spendings” the couple had made, and they have not regretted it one bit from day one. The synthetic gel was a substance filled with nanobots, which were programmed to form a comfortable memory-foam-like mattress at the press of a button, and which could clean itself from lost hair, dead skin, sweat, and other fluids left at the press of another. It was as expensive as this alluring description suggested, but the Og Poros were never one to miss a good investment. Especially one that could be considered a tax deductible “business expense”.

As soon as the bed beeped to signal that it was done, Hilfi let herself fall face first onto the soft gel, which perfectly cushioned her toned body. Kern crawled onto the double-sized bed as well, and slipped his head between her legs.
“What are you doing?” Hilfi asked in an amused tone.
“Payback,” her spouse replied simply, before pressing his face against her privates.
“You-uuuh…” the ape-woman moaned, her initial sentence interrupted by Kern’s tongue tickling her clitoris. 
She squeezed her thighs in an attempt to push Kern’s face away. It seemed to be quite successful, as she heard a “Hmph!” coming from him, then felt his hands grabbing her thighs.
“What now?” Hilfi asked with a smug face.
If Hilfi was no slouch in the domain of physical efforts, Kern could still count on his natural strength. Taking care not to pull a muscle, he sat on all fours, then pushed with his arms on the gelatinous mattress. The Apiarian slowly rose his back, pulling Hilfi, her legs still wrapped around his neck, with him.
“That,” he then said to his wife, who was now almost hanging upside-down.
The two of them started laughing. Momentarily gone was the carnal heat, the intensity of the moment. Both of them were giggling, as if they were ten years younger and still attending their crappy high school on Apiaria.

“Just fuck my brains out, you dork,” Hilfi finally said, as she let go of Kern’s head and assumed a prone position. She reached between her legs for her pussy and stretched its pink lips, letting the drenched sex’s fluid drip down on the gelatinous mattress.
She did not have to wait long until her husband, eagerly accepting this invitation for some intense doggy-style love-making, settled his massive body between her legs and lined up his sex, still drenched in the female Apiarian’s saliva, with hers.

The push of Kern’s girthy member into Hilfy’s wet honeypot was effortless. The thick cock sank into Hilfy’s pussy slowly and steadily, making each partner moan loudly in their own way.
“Oh.. Oh fuck…”
“Hmm… Yeah…”

Kern paused, partly to make sure that his partner was ready, partly to grab the furry side of her hips. He pulled back, and then…He slammed his sex into his wife at full power. His pelvis impacted her ass with an audible and very satisfying *Slap!*, while Hilfi howled an unrefined “Ahn~!” from the sudden and intense sensation.
The Apiarian, wasting no time, repeated the motion. One time, two times, three times, until he entered into a slightly irregular series of pounding motions.
*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*
“Ah! Ah~! Ahn~! Yesss~!” Hilfi moaned.
“Hnnf! Nnn! Fuck yeah…” Kern grunted in response.
Kern spread Hilfi’s pussy wide with each thrust. Her muscles would then clamp down on his sex. They chased after his dick each time he pulled away, so that each time he pushed back, he would part her insides once again, until his shaft bumped against the tight entrance of her womb and be forced to a stop.
As the seconds passed, the gorilla-like male moved more and more of his weight on his lover, whose head sunk into the gel bed and whose ass instinctively pushed up, until he had to shift his position and place his hands on her shoulders.

“I-I’m close…!” he warned, as he felt his new climax approach.
Once again Hilfi did not answer him. But this time, this was because she was enthralled in her own orgasm, screaming incoherent grunts and moans while her pussy quivered violently, and ejected a small spray of fluids on the absorbing mattress.
With a final triumphant roar, Kern came hard, and poured his second load almost directly into Hilfi’s womb. The contractions resulting from her orgasm made sure that the discharge from the primate’s balls were milked to the last drop..

Kern and Hilfi slowly regained consciousness of their surroundings a couple minutes later. Kern slowly pulled out of his wife then, with a grunt of fatigue, he rolled to the side and flopped on his back. Hilfi followed suit, turning around her body and cuddling against her husband. They stared at the ceiling for a moment, panting, their wet sexes staining the gel mattress, whose nanobots dutifully absorbed, dissolved, and reused to power up the microscopic machines.

Hilfi eventually broke the silence. “Are you sure about this job? This is the weirdest one we got yet. I mean, I know it’s Garreth, but…”
“‘Bring that container to the station at these coordinates. Keep extra quiet about where you’re going,‘” Kern said, summing up the conversation they had with their friend and long-time contact in the FSPC, as he watched his wife slowly stand up and stretch. “Yeah, that would raise a lot of red flags: carrying a single container, to a station at unregistered coordinates… But this is not the first time he asked us to transport some ‘sensitive’ cargo and keep our mouths shut about it.” In fact, the couple strongly suspected the man from being part of one of the Federation’s many intelligence agencies. “If he was the ‘you know too much’ kind of guy, he would not come back to us this often.“
“Hmm,” Hilfi reluctantly agreed. “How long until we arrive?”
“ETA must be around four-and-a-half now,” her husband answered. “From there, it’s one STL jump away from the exit point. Maybe two if the star’s in the way. You know the drill.”

“‘Kay…” Hilfi’s gaze trailed towards the door of the shower room. Then back to her spouse. A faint smile formed on her face. “Up for round three?”
Kern grunted. “Really? Can’t we just have a normal shower for once?”
“It’s up to you, sweety~” the female Apiarian sang, as she walked into the other room.
“Why can’t we just play video games, once in a while?” Kern grumbled. The sound of the recycled water running through the pipes of the ship motivated him to move, if only to clean himself from the sweat and the sticky fluids on his crotch.
“Just a normal shower, alright?” he said, as he passed the door.