Reincarnated in a Vast, Lonely Universe
Copyright© 2025 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 3
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Matt died. This is kind of required to be reincarnated into another universe, but it was still rather annoying. But now, awakened within a city that sprawls over an entire continent, empty of all life and any sign of who used to live there, he finds himself completely and utterly alone. Where is he? What is this universe? Why was he reincarnated here? Will he get any hot elf girlfriends? These questions and more are all answered - but will bring but more mysteries and more adventures...
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant Romantic War Science Fiction Paranormal Furry Group Sex Harem
The impact of Alin’s body against my chest set me back ... a single step. My toe-beans spread against the floor, and I found it remarkably easy to stay standing upright, my paw cupping her buttocks and my broad hips being the perfect place for her to slip her slender elfin legs around my sides. She ground herself against my belly, and through the thin fabric of her clothing, I could feel the blazing heat of her sex. Her mouth and mine met together, and it turned out you didn’t need to have a lot of expertise with kissing when you were kissing someone as utterly inept as me.
Really, it was more like were mashing our mouths together and bumping into one another and ... it...
It was really awkward. But from the soft way Alin moaned against me, kissing my tongue, licking my lips and gliding her hands along my muzzle, back up to my ears, then sinking her fingers into my frizzy crest of hair, she ... clearly didn’t mind some awkwardness.
For me, my brain went through several steps.
Oh my god, I thought. An AI is making out with me. Is she even ... like, capable of ... making ... like, can she consent?
Then that thought was replaced by: Oh my god, I’m a walking hyena man.
Then that thought was replaced by...
I grabbed onto her hips with both paws, gripping her tightly, then bounded forward. Her back slapped against the wall and her legs lifted and spread even wider as my claws snicked free and I tore, gently enough to not break skin, but eagerly enough to shed Alin’s clothing off her slender, elfin body. I tilted my muzzle, opened my mouth and thrust my tongue into her as my tail wagged and my cock started to peek from my sheath – a brilliant red tip that grew out and out and out and out and – and Alin drew back, gasping softly, her bared breasts heaving. It turned out that while her breasts were tiny, they were very...
Very...
Oh holy shit elves were cute.
“Wow,” she whispered, as my cock nestled up against her tits, the tip beading with pre-cum as the sheer size she had programmed into my body sculptor became apparent. “It’s. Bigger when it’s not just numbers.” She squeezed my shoulders.
“You did say elves were stretchy,” I said, my voice a deep, amused rumble.
“Y-Yeah. I did.” She gulped. “And ... I’m... really wet...”
That was a bit of an understatement. The Niagara Falls were wet. Her cunt was sopping wet. She was so wet that her arousal was dripping down the wall, and her knees were quivering against me as I propped her against the wall. I rocked myself back ... and grabbed her hips and lifted her up and finally, the tip of my cock slotted against her hairless elf cunt. Alin bit her lip, then blinked. “Oh, right,” she said, her face relaxing. “I’m a bio-ghhhhhhh!” She groaned, her back arching as I started to impale her.
My shaft spread her sex, inch by inch by inch as I groaned against the wall above her head – I was a lot taller than her, I was beginning to realize. My shoulders bunched and I ducked my head forward, watching as her face twisted into a look a pure, absolute bliss. Her back arched and she twitched, her eyes sparking with literal motes of magical energy as she came, and came, and came. I could feel every orgasm twitching around my cock and I was only partway into her. My paws planted against the walls above her head – and I could practically see the camera shot: Her tiny legs the only thing visible against the massive bulk of my muscular, monstrous body.
It was hot.
It felt good to be hot. My teeth flashed in a wicked grin as I crooned. “You’re a biot, huh? So, I can always get a new one if I... break you...” I snarled – and while I didn’t really have much a dominant streak, I was capable of two things.
1) Listening to girls.
2) Remembering what they said.
And Alin was ... not exactly the most circumspect girl. It was not hard for me to suss out that she had a thing for monsters, for being dominated ... or ... maybe just a thing for watching twink elf boys get dominated. Either way, I was ninety percent sure that that line would reward me with a-
“Guhhhh!” She moaned, her eyes closing as she tried to buck her hips against me.
My grin was all the more feral for how very satisfied I was. My hips drove in to meet her – and my cock sank deeper and deeper into her biot body, my balls swinging up to slap against her ass like a pair of wrecking balls. The lewd smack noise of their impact rang out almost louder than her squeals of pleasure. She grabbed at my chest, her hands not quite able to reach up and find my shoulders, and her face twisted as she cried out again and again and again, and with every single plunging thrust that I put into her, with every slap of my balls against her ass, with every creak of the wall squeaking as I fucked her brains out.
And then?
Then my knot started to bump against her cuntlips and I peered down and saw that she was right. Elves were stretchy, and she was containing all that cock. I was fairly sure that that meant she didn’t have certain internal organs that humans had, but ... counter point?
“Grrrr!” I growled, then started to fuck her even faster.
Alin screamed in pleasure, her back arching as she cried out. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Destroy me! Fucking ruin me! Ah! I’m being fucked brainless by a big ... ah ... a big bad monster gnoll! Yes! Yes! Yes! Knot me! Knot meeee!” She trembled and I made a mental note – even if I was barely able to hold the mental pen as it were – that I needed to know what other hentai she had watched in her thousands of years of vigil. I pushed into her harder, straining and Alin trembled, her eyes widening as her mouth opened in surprise ... and then the tightening of her cunt became almost painful as my knot pushed in and I trembled.
Knotting a girl felt...
Felt...
Fuck. I hadn’t realized just good it would feel. How correct. It was as if my entire life, I had wanted to pulse inside of a girl, to be tied to her like this on a deep, impossible to ignore level. My eyes closed and I groaned against the wall above her head while my chest pressed her into the wall. From the way that Alin buried her face against my chest, I was pretty sure she was getting a little high on the scent of my body. But at the moment, I had nothing to focus on by the white hot blazing volcano bursting inside of me. My balls tightened and I trembled and trembled and came. I came inside of her with thick, heavy spurts of cum, spurting into her biot body and...
I didn’t know if she had a womb. But in that moment, I knew she had a womb, and that my seed was pouring into her. I started to rock my hips gently, pushing into her and tugging back, churning my cum into her body like I was trying to make butter. And still, my knot remained within her – twitching and keeping us connected. My balls ached and I realized I had never, ever, ever cum like that before.
“Gods...” Alin gasped. “Gods.”
“Stretchy, huh?” I rumbled.
“Goddddds!” She moaned. “Oh gods. You’ve ruined me. Ah. Fuck. I’m never gonna have sex with any other male ever again without having to ask if it’s inside me or what!” She giggled – sounding a little punch drunk.
I leaned back. My back arched slightly as I planted my palms to either side of her head, looking down her between my arms. My grin was cocky. Insolent. Fuck. Being able to flash my teeth and know that they were sharp, and ready to crush and tear? I hadn’t realized how euphoric it would feel. My tail wagged behind my back as I chuckled quietly.
“What other males?”
“Mmmm!” she said. “Good point.” She giggled. “Mmm, only male for me right now. And also, forever. Fuck.” Her eyes closed lazily. “Fuck that’s good. I didn’t realize how much I needed monster dick. Wow.” She paused. “Y-You’re sure you wanted to be a gnoll? D-Did I ... I didn’t...” She opened her eyes, and the nervousness was glinting there.
I snorted. “Alin, I am capable of turning down your requests.” My head cocked and I let my tongue loll out in the most satisfied way possible. She blushed and smiled at me with a shy eagerness that was almost too adorable for words. I leaned in, whispering into her ear. “I fucking love being a gnoll.”
“Yay!” she squeaked. I don’t think I’d ever felt quite so happy being a man before than right now. Pure masculine satisfaction radiated through my body.
I basked in that sensation for a time, then muttered. “Um. One thing, though. Uh. How, uh ... how long does it take gnolls to, um. Unlock?”
Alin giggled, her voice giddy. “I-I have no idea. I, um. I’m having a hard time checking my databanks.”
Okay.
Now I was feeling the happiest it was possible to be a man.
It took us five days to build our ship with the nanofabricator. Alin and I both managed to keep our pants on. Honest. It actually took us five days to get the ship together because we were doing our best to focus on designing and preparing our ship, it just was a complicated task. That was the only reason!
Honest.
“So, I’m thinking,” I said, as I looked down at the tablet I liked to doodle and fiddle with my design ideas. “We put an asteroid mining system in there ... no, wait, then the question is, how do we survive going into a dense field?”
“We could deploy smaller craft to do resource operations autonomously,” Alin suggested.
“Good thinking!” I said, then chuckled. “Workers, for econ. It’s a pretty classic strategy, right?”
“Right!” she said, then smiled. “We could use the Tekennin-2 model asteroid miners from the 4130s. They’re kinda long and ... thick ... and...” She hesitated, her tongue sliding along her lips. “Like, um ... so...”
“Yeah?” I asked.
Alin tackled me into the chair, kissing me ferociously, her lithe hips grinding against mine.
Honest.
We remained entirely focused. Absolutely focused.
“I’m thinking that the research labs could be-” I said, as I emerged from one of my morning showers, the idea having hit me that we could really use research labs. That idea skittered out of my head at what I saw: Alin, laying back on the bed, completely naked, her thighs spread invitingly, her eyes smoldering with promise. “ ... but I just ... we...” I gestured back to the shower, as if to say I was just washing off the smell of sex.
Alin wiggled her hips just so.
“We need to ... design the ship...” I walked towards her.
Her giggle was soft. “Consider it practicing in deep probing.”
“That’s terrible.”
“Mmmm!” She sighed, gasping as her back arched. “Oh fuck. Very deep. Very deep probing!”
My chuckle was darkly amused. “I’m only half in.”
“Ohgodsyes!”
Honest. Honest. Honest.
But after five days that was spent entirely on design and not on anything else, we were looking at something that I really felt confident in taking out into space. The ship wasn’t named, yet, but it was elegant enough that it felt like it could bear any christening with pride and grace. She was long and narrow, with a pair of sweeping wings that spread off the midsection. Her belly was lined by a series of slightly inset bay doors that opened into the engineering and factory sections that were built into central spine, while the dorsal ridge held the crew quarters (enough room for me and Alin and any guests we met out there in space), research laboratories and the bridge. The aft section had the reactors, powerful thrusters and the resource section, where refineries could rapidly break down, sort, and place anything pulled in by the asteroid miners.
She could cruise from point to point and just start building whatever ships we needed – and any ships we made could be either recycled or stored in the hanger bags for any warp jumps, assuming we didn’t get any additional arcanite. If we did, we could make additional jump capable ships!
“She’s pretty,” Alin said, grinning as she leaned over the railing at the edge of the factory that she had run autonomously. “What should we call her? Every ship has a name, right?”
“We could call her the Alin-2,” I said, my voice amused.
“Hmm, a bit egotistical,” she said. “We could call her ... G ... Gnoll ... Cute...” She trialed off, her eyes settled on my face.
“Man, this is hard,” I said, rubbing my jaw.
“We could name it after your old Galactic Conquest team, SmoothMilk!” Alin said.
“No, that’s much worse,” I said, my tail stilling as my ears flicked back. It was still strange to realize just how natural it felt to be a fuzzy hyena man. I did sometimes wonder, idly, if maybe I should try and going back to being human, but pretty, and see if I liked that too.
Or maybe try panther, a voice whispered in the back of my head. Or wolfman! Or ... ooh, polar bear.
I pushed that slightly giddy thought into the back of my brain. “Menagerie!” I said, suddenly.
“The Menagerie...” Alin tried it on her tongue. “Menagerie ... I like it!”
I grinned and gave her a nod, and Alin snapped her fingers. Drones zoomed out of the walls, swooping down and began to paint, in huge red letters, the name Menagerie on the side of our ship. With the christening done, I slid my arm around Alin’s shoulder, drawing the adorable biot against my side. “So, um,” I said. “Ready to leave the planet that’s been your home for a few thousand years?”
“Yeah,” Alin said, though her voice held a bit of sadness. Then she brightened. “It’s gonna help that you’re with me!”
I looked at the ship, and tried to not feel... too nervous.
Stepping aboard the Menagerie, I found a strange sense of deja vu hitting me. It was probably because I had spent literally days of my life peering at schematics and running through the simulated corridors of the ship as I snapped the components together and then waited for them to be built in real life – but, also, it didn’t help that the entire place stank of generic sci-fi. The walls were gunmetal gray, the floors were grated, and the lighting was harsh and stark. I ducked beneath one bulkhead, while Alin bounced ahead of me, her humming ringing off the walls.
“I forgot that I would be taller,” I said as I almost bonked my head against the next bulkhead.
“Oh, do you want me to redesign the whole ship to be built better for your height?” Alin asked. “It’d only take a few more days.”
“Uh, no,” I said. “I know you’ve got this post scarcity society thing going on, with nanofabrication and stuff, but ... God, I just want to get off this planet and into space.” My grin was sheepish, even as my tail started to wag. “I want to see what you elves and goblins and stuff have been up to out there.”
“Rightio!” Alin said, then tapped an elevator control button as we reached the end of the corridor. The door opened and we stepped inside. Once inside the elevator, Alin leaned into my body, nuzzling her nose up against my chest. “You’re fuzzy.”
“Thanks,” I said, sliding my arm around her shoulder. “You’re, uh, well. You’re hella cute.” I nodded firmly.
“Awww!” Alin squeaked, and I felt a little guilty at how impactful that compliment still was – she was really desperately starved for attention. It felt a bit like dating on easy mode. I rubbed my paw along her shoulder and murmured.
“Thank you, by the way.”
“Oh, for making the spaceship or for, uh, sucking your dick this morning?” Alin whispered, her voice growing mischievous. “Or both?”
“Both!” I said. The elevator doors opened, revealing the bridge, just as I had designed it. I walked inside, then blinked as I saw that there was one thing that I hadn’t expected. There was a black coat hanging off the back of the command chair in the center of the room. As I walked over, and took hold of the coat, I saw that there was also one of those Napoleonic style big hats that captains wore back then – not the three pointed ones, but the ones that just had two points. I blinked, picking up both, then turned to face Alin, who had remained within the elevator and was practically buzzing.
“Did you make these?” I asked.
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “I looked up classic naval uniforms! I got you an admiral uniform, since that’s the fanciest!”
I looked down at the jacket, then grinned. I tugged it over my shoulders – buttoned it up, tipped the hat onto my head, then flicked it with a single claw-tip to put it at a properly jaunty angle. My tail stuck from between the coat-tails of the jacket, and wagged with pleasure as I leaned against the side of the chair, looking at Alin with my most rakish grin. “How do I look?”
“Admiral!” she put her hand over her chest. “You are very dashing...” She licked her lips. “Think we can do an inaugural sex on the command chair?”
I snorted, softly. “Can you launch us safely while I’m fucking your brains out?” I asked.
Alin closed her eyes, lifting her chin. “Yes!” she said, after a few seconds of silence. “I’ve programmed an autopilot launch.”
“And what if something unexpected goes wrong?” I asked, walking around to sit on the command chair. Alin skipped over, then thumped into my lap, her cute little biot rump grinding against the bulge of my pants. She opened her mouth to respond, then blinked and closed her lips.
“ ... right,” she said, huffing. “Good call, Admiral.”
“You can still call me Matt, you know,” I said.
“ ... but I like calling you Admiral,” she said, blushing, her ear-tips quivering.
I grinned, then leaned over, my broad tongue flicking her ear gently, teasing the tip and drawing from her a sharp, eager little gasp. I whispered into her ear. “For now, call me Captain. I only have one ship, right?”
“O-Oh ... Captain...” Alin shivered.
I put my left paw on her thigh, holding her close, while my other paw slid over her hand, squeezing her gently. I murmured into her ear. “Now, launch us, and remember – do try and stay focused.” Despite my words, I rocked my hips subtly, grinding my bulge against her tight, tight little ass. Alin gulped, then focused. The forward half of the bridge shimmered – the seemingly blank steel wall turning into a grid of rectangles, which flashed and shifted into a near perfect view of the outside world in a rippling pattern, going from left to right. Once it was done, the grid faded away, and it was as if I was sitting on a metal cliff before the length and breadth of the Menagerie, with the hanger stretching up and around my view.
“Whoa,” I whispered.
“This can be set to various view modes,” Alin said, her voice helpful and calm despite the fact she was currently grinding against me like a cat in heat. “Mm, you can even view around the ship with camera drones.”
“Can they keep up if we, nnn, do some maneuvering?” I murmured, softly, maneuvering myself to reach around and rub against her belly with one hand – my clawed fingertip sliding between the cleft of her legs, trying to find the zipper on my brand new uniform leggings. Her grin was impish and she rocked herself forward, trapping my fingers against her crotch and my crotch, concealing the zipper from me.
“They’re suspended in an extended gravimetric field carried on a long ranged geomantic webwork that surrounds all of our vehicles – allowing for a perfect, three dimensional view from anywhere we have line of sight on our craft.” Alin said all this as if she was not currently slipping her hairless elf-cunt against my bulge with only a nanometer thin sheen of smart fabric between my cock and her body. It was actually pretty impressive, considering how flustered she had gotten at the beginning of the week when things came to a matter of a sexual nature.
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