Stranded
Chapter 13
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Tillyn, a radiant and otherworldly alien, appears on Marc’s rooftop, breathtaking in every way. Her beauty, the way she moves, instantly captivates him. For two perfect, unforgettable days, they are lost in wonder, laughter, and desire, hearts entwined. Then she vanishes without warning, leaving him aching with longing. But fate is not done with them. As Tillyn struggles to find her way back, Marc dares to hope that this mesmerizing, irresistible stranger might return to be his Valentine forever
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex
Tillyn sat completely stunned on the edge of the scanner table. It seems that her amazing time with Marc wasn’t without consequences! She was going to have a baby, and her belly was going to be as big as the images she had seen of pregnant women.
Then it hit her; she wanted to be with Marc, no matter what. She was an Earth woman, carrying the child of her and Marc. It didn’t make any sense anymore to stay here on Dunia.
Her initial plan to make her own exploration ship still had merit, but now it was going to be her own ship to travel back to Earth.
“Are you okay, Tillyn?” asked Millia who sat next to her.
She nodded. “Just a little shocked.”
“So, erm, you and Marc,” Millia said.
“Yes, we did procreate,” she confessed.
“I don’t understand,” Millia said softly, “how did that happen?”
“Imagine the satisfying feeling of eating something nice and multiply that a thousand times.”
“By Dunia,” Millia gasped.
“That is what I experienced when I was very intimate with Marc. It was mind boggling and, erm, very addictive.”
“Oh, and you thought you were to revert to a Dunian anyway after your, erm, adventure.”
Tillyn sighed while she nodded. “I didn’t know I was completely an Earth woman, and I was quite overwhelmed by all the new feelings and emotions.”
“It also explains your emotional outburst when you were transported.”
Tillyn sighed when she remembered the awful moment when she was rudely separated from Marc, “I want to go back to Earth. I really miss Marc.”
“Medically speaking I think you should. I don’t have any knowledge and experience with Earthlings who carry a child. I saw some documentation about it in your ship’s library that might help me for a start.”
“Really?” Tillyn asked surprised, “I just downloaded a repository of medical journals for your research.”
“I’ll study them, they might have some interesting things I should know,” Millia replied with a smile. “I wonder if Marc will be happy if you just showed up.”
“I still need to build a ship,” Tillyn said softly, “and that will take at least a hundred cycles.”
“Perhaps it’s a good idea to let him know that you’re coming back.”
“I wish I could do that,” she said glumly.
“You could use a transitional probe, Tillyn,” her Aris said, “they can easily reach the planet.”
Both women were a little startled by the sudden appearance of the assistant. “But those are not used anymore,” Tillyn said. “I’m not even sure whether the launch pads are still operational.”
“I’ve checked the launch platform, and its power source is in good condition,” Aris replied. “I can help you with programming the probe.”
“Ah yes,” Tillyn murmured, “that might be an issue. We need to find one that still works.”
“I have scanned the storage and there are two hundred fifty probes and with help from Utuck you can build one that can transport a small item to Marc.”
“That’s a brilliant idea, Aris,” gushed Tillyn while sliding off the table.
“Hold on, Tillyn,” Millia said sternly. “You are with me. You need to eat first because your blood sugars are far too low.”
“But,” Tillyn sputtered, “I need to get a message to Marc.”
“I know. But you have an extra responsibility now and that is the wellbeing of the little one. It needs extra attention. Let me get me something that will help you with the nausea and after that we going have a healthy meal.”
“You want to do what?” Utuck exclaimed.
Tillyn rolled her eyes. “I want to send Marc a message and the only way to do that is to launch a probe.”
“No, no, no, you were talking about transporting a tablet down to the surface,” he said. “Do you have any idea how difficult that is going to be?”
“Well, I’m not asking you to transport a person, am I?”
“But there’s no space for a transporter and an object, Tillyn,” he said while shaking his head.
“Okay, okay, I get it. Let’s think about it,” Tillyn said while pacing in a circle in front of the workbench. “So, what does a transporter consist of?”
“It consists of transporter cells to pull the person in the pattern sequencer buffer and then you allow the data flow to the emitters.”
“Is this buffer a kind of storage? I mean can you keep something in there until you’re somewhere else to, erm, materialized it?”
“Yes, it’s possible but it’s not allowed.”
“Oh,” Tillyn replied dumbstruck, “that’s strange.”
“Safety protocol doesn’t allow any delay during a transport. You don’t want people getting stuck during transport.”
“Ah, that makes sense. But does that apply for all transports?” asked Tillyn.
“It applies for transporters that are capable of transporting a living person.”
“How about if we reduce the size of the buffer,” Tillyn pondered aloud, “or a fail safe for organic material?”
“The buffer size is enough,” Utuck responded. “There’s already a safety check on that. For example, you can never transport two people in one transport because it would cause a lethal buffer overflow.”
“Wow,” said Tillyn with a shudder, “I never knew transporters could be so dangerous.”
“Well, yes, but that was quite some time ago,” Utuck answered unperturbed, “but for our little project I think it’s actually going to be pretty straight forward, and it will save some weight as well. You see, even if we have a quarter of the buffer capacity, we easily can transport twenty pads.”
“Well then,” said Tillyn upbeat, “it seems we have a plan. How long do you need to build one?”
“Erm, if I could get access to the probes, I think I need a cycle to build it. But then we need someone who knows how to program the probe, and we need the exact coordinates.”
“Aris told me he could help programming the probe, right Aris?”
The small device materialized next to them and said, “Yes Tillyn, as soon as you have assembled the probe I can create the necessary subroutines.”
“Sweet,” Utuck said, “So, only one hurdle left to overcome.”
“I know,” Tillyn said while her face looked a little sad, “but I think that will be solved very soon.”
“The good news is that I have a transport module that needs some attention,” he confided to her. “It will be perfect for the probe.”
“I can bring a probe to you, Utuck,” Aris said. “I don’t have any physical restrictions like you might have.”
“It’s a great suggestion, Aris,” said Tillyn to her assistant. “I really appreciate it, but we really need to wait for my father to approve. You know our relationship is already under pressure.”
“I understand, Tillyn. But it probably will delay your message to Marc by one cycle.”
Tillyn nodded. “I just don’t want to give my father any reason to me from what I want to do.”
Katlynn had trouble keeping her focus on the dull task she was performing. Her predecessor was quite a chaotic person, and she still had trouble finding documents on certain subjects because of her erratic way of storing them in the storage.
“Katlynn,” the Supremacy’s voice echoed in her small office, “please, can you ask my daughter to contact me?”
She stood and walked into his office to make sure the cameras were turned off. It was clear the man was in pain, and she hated that she couldn’t be of any help.
“Do you want me to give her a specific reason, Supremacy?”
It was disturbing to see the empty space on the large desk where the beautiful art piece had been. She shuddered when she remembered how Tillyn had crushed it with the empty Aris husk. She slowly turned to the old man who sat at his desk staring at the mountains that were hardly visible due bad weather.
“Oh, I don’t know, Katlynn,” he said with a sigh. “I don’t think I can handle another of her agonizing visits.”
These were the hard times where she needed to be totally impartial. She still had trouble dealing with the fact that he had used his position to make such a devastating decision. Even if it had backfired on him but the real victim was the lovely Tillyn.
“Perhaps I can relay a message to her, Supremacy?” she opted.
“Maybe that might be the best option for now,” he replied bitterly. “Tell her I accede to her demands and that Sebo will be addressed at the next high counsel.”
“I’ll see to it, Supremacy,” she answered meekly.
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