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CHAPTER 1

APPROACH--16:21

From all around, a gentle pressure of inwardly pushing forces, light as a summer`s breeze
in the mid-afternoon, held the two entwined figures near the spherical chamber`s darkened,
mood-lit centre. Zero-G did the rest, allowing them both pace and room to enjoy themselves
in, without loosing any concentration to the drift, or subsequent nagging certainty of
eventual collision with the chamber`s padded wall. This way they could both forget,
focusing on each other completely instead.

Rotating at a sedate spin around them, the expansive observation-dome alternately above
or below, looked out upon a slowly drifting star-field. Being the official purpose for
this place it allowed for a real-time, augmented view from hyperspace, of the local
universe outside, should they wish to view it--or more likely, should they ever grow tired
of zero-G sex. The only time Aliiss took notice of the stars though, was when she came to
the zero-G chamber alone, to masturbate in free-fall, finding the experience a curious
turn-on while drifting up there high and naked, vulnerable against the silent, hard
darkness of space, her skin softly lit by the myriad lights.

Since their supplementation into the ship`s basic repertoire-suite, those precision
surgical-issue containment fields had proven to be a fine investment all around. An
addition which both Aliiss and Dree continued to sample and test, just as frequently as
the need arose, and with the flight duration being mostly under AI control, there was
always free time aplenty left to think up or explore these new possibilities.

Aliiss had control of the rhythm this time, her long legs tautly-apart and held by Dree`s
hands gripping her calves lightly, allowing her to concentrate upon undulating her petite
frame, the motions flexing her pelvis in turn back and forth through short arcs, rocking
it slowly against his static grip, while adding quick, tight gyrations around that clever
tongue of his, to always keep it near the centre of her building tension.

Her thrusting created zero-G counter-motion, transmitting tempo and arc of movement
through the pivots of his hands and her own, loosely cupped against his tight buttocks and
translating how far his penis slid in and out of her mouth. Her own increased suction at
any time slowed that tempo upon demand, converting motion into moaning.

She could better judge his pace this way, feeling more closely the signs of his own
readiness by the direct language of his breath across her wetness.

Almost ... almost...