Ace Mcmann: Space Hero
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Episode 1: The Solar Temptress
Science Fiction Sex Story: Episode 1: The Solar Temptress - A third-rate astronaut is frozen in space and time, only to wake up in a different reality. He and the crew of the Solar Temptress embark upon a series of adventures, all without violating any copyrights.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction Humor Science Fiction Aliens Space Anal Sex Facial
Prologue: 2036
The alarm klaxon woke me up. An alarm sounding during a space voyage is never a good thing. My name is Ace McMann, Mission Specialist aboard the Outer Probe One, a massive spinning spaceship on it’s way to Saturn. We are mankind’s first deep space mission to the outer solar system, three years to Saturn, three years back, with a return stop over at Jupiter.
I shook off sleep as quickly as I could, got into my jumpsuit, and put on my headset. I shoved myself out into the corridor. Though the ship was spinning we were only experiencing micro-gravity so the crew drifted around quite a bit. I had always thought it was kind of cool. I zipped past Dr. Amanda Bradford, our hydrodynamics specialist, who was also headed toward the control room.
“What’s the problem, Ace?” she asked quickly.
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Ace, where are you?” asked Commander Grey. Her voice crackled on my headset.
“On my way commander,” I replied. “What’s the problem?”
“Proximity alarm, we need a reading.”
“Roger that Commander,” I said. Doctor Bradford was behind me.
I was a Mission Specialist. My job was specifically data, sensors, and the triple redundant computer systems on the ship. Yeah, I’m a computer nerd. It’s not really a role one would expect from a guy named Ace; my Dad had been hoping for someone a bit different when I was born.
I wasn’t even the first choice for this mission. The primary astronaut had died in a shocking coffee related mishap at Mission Control. His backup had passed away due to an unfortunate firework incident in Waco, Texas, leaving the role open to me: Ace McMann, Mission Specialist.
Made me wonder why I was here at all sometimes.
Oh well.
I pushed these thoughts away as the door to the control room snapped open and I took my seat off to the left side. Doctor Bradford took her seat to the right, next to Dr. Bragg, our atmospheric expert. Commander Amanda Grey and our pilot, a Marine captain named Lance Neil were front facing. I glanced at the forward view port. There was something out there. My guess was that it was a comet.
How could a comet be in our path? Comets just didn’t appear out of nowhere.
“Ace,” began Commander Grey, “What’s your reading on that?”
“The computers are chomping on the data right now Commander,” I responded. “Initial scan shows it’s a comet. It’s composition is water ice, methane, ammonia, carbon dioxide ... some stuff I’ve never seen before. It’s acting really weird Commander.”
“What do you mean Ace?” she asked.
“Well, we’re out past the orbit of Mars. A comet this far out shouldn’t have a tail like that. We’re not that close to the Sun.”
“It’s damn close!” barked Lance Neil. He had a severe buzz cut and a square jaw that looked like it belonged in a 1940s action movie. He also had the personality of a psychotic boy scout.
“We should slow down Commander,” said Dr. Bradford. “This would be a great opportunity to study cosmic water.”
Dr. Bragg chimed in with his German accent: “I’m reading that the comet’s temperature is 300 Kelvins.”
I glanced over my shoulder at the two scientists. What the hell was wrong with these people? Who cares about a comet’s temperature in this situation? What the fuck is ‘cosmic water’?
“I say we blow right through that tail!” said Captain Neil way too loudly. He obviously was mistaking the ship we were on for some type of space fighter like an X-Win – oops almost violated a copyright there. Gotta be careful.
“Ace, do we have a composition on the tail of the comet?” asked Commander Grey.
“It’s typical,” I said. “There’s a coma, a dust tail, and a plasma tail kind of mixed together. It’s ionized gasses and dust particulate, wait Commander, there is a substance in there that I have never seen before!”
“I say we go right through this motherfucker!” said Captain Neil.
“Are we getting anything from Mission Control?” asked the commander.
I checked. “Nothing,” I said. “Comms are down in fact.”
“Attitude and bearing are off and increasing dramatically. We’re going off course!” said Dr. Bragg.
“Roger that,” commented the commander. “If we go off course Mission Control will lose us. Ace, go back to the docking latches, we might have to jettison one of the landers.”
“Commander, if we lose the landers we lose the mission,” I said.
“I know that Ace,” she replied. “Just do it!”
“Yes ma’am,” I said. I got out of my chair and exited the command area, pushing myself quickly toward the back of the ship, using handholds and grab bars.
“Okay,” said Commander Grey calmly. “We’ll have to go through the tail.”
“That’s what I’m talking about! Hoo-rah!” yelled Captain Neil.
“Once we get through we can use the thrusters to get back on course. Here we go!” continued the Commander.
I was about halfway to the docking latches when I realized my com-set had gone dead. A wave of cold hit me. I glanced back and saw ice rapidly forming on all the surfaces of the ship. It seemed to be coming towards me like a wave. Frantically, I started pushing myself faster, as if I could get away.
I looked again, the ice was getting closer and was going to engulf me.
“Aw shit!” I yelled.
That was the last thing I remembered for a long time.
Part 1: Zayna
“Readings show that it’s a derelict spacecraft, configuration unknown, no power signature, minimal internal atmosphere, trace biological matter is present.”
“Roger Patrol-1, can you get any information on the biological matter?”
“Negative on that Control,” replied Patrol-1.
“Control, this is Patrol-2. Visual inspection of the craft is consistent with long term drifting. There are multiple marks from small meteoroid hits and general scarring.”
“Roger Patrol-2. We have standing orders to investigate all derelict spacecraft. Bring the object into tractor range.”
“Affirmative Control.”
Three small agile Bowten-class interceptors formed up in a triangle formation. As they passed the drifting remains of Outer Probe One a gravity field formed between them, locking the wrecked spacecraft in place and dragging it forward.
The alien gravity field had one side effect that the fighter pilots didn’t know about – it re-energized the Outer Probe One. Inside, Ace McMann, Mission Specialist, dropped to the floor hard, experiencing gravity for the first time in an unknown number of years.
“Ah! Christ that fucking hurt!” I exclaimed as I hit the floor. I rolled over and looked around. There shouldn’t be gravity. The last thing I remembered was the comet. I had been going to the docking latches.
I looked around. Something wasn’t right. I managed to get onto my feet, wobbling slightly. My headset was dead. “Commander Grey? Captain Neil? Anybody?” I went toward the door of the control room. It didn’t open automatically. I looked through the porthole.
Oh shit!
The control room was gone! I guessed from the twisted metal and conduits that it had been torn right off. That was bad enough but what I saw past the broken ship was truly bizarre. I appeared that the Outer Probe One was caught in some sort of energy field. The wide opening of some sort of landing bay on a space station came into view. A second later another energy field appeared from the base to replace the first one. The ship was being pulled in.
Oh shit. Oh man. Oh fuck. Oh man.
I looked around and I felt a thud. My guess was the Outer Probe One had landed in the bay I saw. There was no place to hide. I was in a panic. I heard noise from outside. Suddenly, further down the hall I saw flame and sparks. It was a cutting torch. Someone was cutting through the hull – really fast!
What the hell man!
I grabbed one of the handholds on the wall and wrenched it off, making myself a crude club. A wide section of the wall fell in with a boom. Two humanoids came in wearing jet black body armor and wide helmets. They had some type of guns. I couldn’t see their faces. They apparently glanced at each other and then looked at me. One of them said something but I couldn’t understand it.
Dammit, all the aliens are supposed to speak English! Movies are such bullshit!
I had to say something. “I’m Ace McMann ... quarterback, New York Jets!”
The two humanoid aliens raised their rifles.
Apparently, they were not Jets fans.
My next memory is of being dragged by the two humanoids. One had each arm and ... I was naked. Oh boy!
Someone barked a command. I couldn’t understand it of course but I assume it was a command. The two humanoids, who I guessed were soldiers of some kind, pulled me to my feet. I groaned as I became fully conscious. There was a man standing in front of me in a non-nondescript blue uniform. A very unattractive woman with short cropped hair was behind him off to one side standing at parade rest.
The man said something and a third soldier approached. He or she pushed a device against my neck and I felt a sharp pain.
“Awww! God! You injected me with something!” I yelled.
“Yes,” said the man. “You have been injected with a Universal Neural Interpretation Transmitter.”
“The UNIT will allow you to understand us and we will be able to understand you alien human,” said the woman.
I felt strange. I was struggling to stand between the soldiers. I felt a rising pain in my crotch.
The man continued: “I am Commander Voss of the Galactic Empi –. He was interrupted by the woman whispering in his ear. “Really? Even that!”
“Yes, Commander, copyrights. Remember, the corporation that shall not be named has an entire legion of the best trial attorneys money can buy.”
“Fine!” hissed the Commander. “I am Commander Voss of the Galactic Imperium. This is Sub-Commander Thal,” he nodded toward the woman. “You are obviously human but of alien origin. Where are you from? What is your name?”
“I’m Ace McMann,” I stammered. “I ... I’m ... a Mission Specialist with NASA. I’m from Earth. We were-” The pain in my crotch suddenly spiked. I doubled over and grabbed my suddenly throbbing genitalia.
“Commander, I think the alien is having a reaction to the UNIT,” said Thal.
The two soldiers stepped away as I fell to the floor wracked with intense pain. I curled up into a fetal position and yelled in agony.
“That shouldn’t happen,” commented Commander Voss, glancing back at his subordinate.
Suddenly the pain was gone but something wasn’t right. I felt myself. Oh boy...
“Get the alien up!” barked Commander Voss.
The two soldiers pulled me up. I saw Sub-Commander Thal’s eyes go wide and she brought her hand up to her mouth in shock.
“Holy shit,” I muttered as I looked down.
I have never been good with the ladies. In high school, in college, and even afterwards I always took second place in love ... well, last place if truth be told. The couple of times I had been with a woman I was always prepared to give her the ‘best three and a half inches of her life’ if you know what I mean.
That wasn’t going to be the case anymore. I was now sporting a regular ‘baby arm’ between my legs. My member was dangling soft at six inches at least, maybe a little more. When I got hard I was going to be sporting about a foot of cock. My balls had grown to back up the new rod as well.
“Why would this alien human have that type of reaction to a UNIT injection?” asked Commander Voss.
“I don’t know,” stammered Thal. “The UNIT is a biological injection; it’s permanent. It must’ve reacted with his bio-chemistry somehow.”
Voss rolled his eyes. “I don’t need this today! Guards, take him to a holding cell. Let’s get him scheduled for a medical examination – and get him some covering.”
The guards dragged me away. I was given a loose medical type smock and pushed into a generic cell. A force screen popped into place behind me. The place was antiseptic and sterile. There was another cell across from me but it appeared empty.
Then I heard another, female voice behind me: “Who are you?”
I turned but the woman was faster than I was and quite a bit stronger. In a moment I was against the wall and a hand was around my neck. She squeezed. I grabbed her hand, feeling smooth skin. The smock I was wearing was riding up.
“I ... I ... I’m ... A ... A...,” I stammered. The pressure on my throat lessened. “I’m Ace,” I finally managed to croak out.
She stepped back and released me. “You are human?” she asked.
“So I’ve been told,” I stammered, coughing a bit. I finally got a look at her. She was human, or close to it. She was about as tall as I was with long shapely legs. Her hair was long, almost falling to the small of her back and it was the color of turquoise. She was wearing long dangly earrings and had plump crimson lips that looked like they belonged around a cock. Her eyes were not blue but they were close ... cyan maybe.
Her smooth skin had a distinctive gold tinge to it. The woman had an athletic build and her outfit showed it off magnificently. She was wearing a cape with gold colored pauldrons and matching vambraces on her arms. He fingers ended in perfectly manicured red nails and she was wearing black strappy platform heels.
She was also wearing a bra type top that showed much of her ample bosom. It was kind of metallic with a strip of black lace at the edges. She had on a matching bikini type bottom that was also kind of metallic and ... crotch-less. Her midsection and upper thighs were covered in a form fitting gold metal material, almost like armor or some sort of augmentation suit. The material showed off every curve.
The woman’s eyes sized me up and they hovered a long moment at my crotch. I swallowed hard and pulled my smock down. “I’m Zayna,” she said. “I’m a Galdarian.” She smiled a bit at my efforts at modesty.
“It’s nice to meet you Zayna,” I said. “You’re human?”
“No, Galdarian. I’m a near human. We are fully compatible with humanity. Why are you a prisoner of the Imperium?” she asked, edging closer to me.
“I ... really don’t know. I’m not even sure where I am ... or when?”
“You are at the Imperium Base orbiting the planet Laytaric-8. It is the year 1,598 in the Era of Kinto.” She ran her hand along my arm.
“Okay,” I said. “That’s all good info but I’m thinking I might have drifted a lot longer than ... you know ... maybe a lot farther too.”
She nodded in agreement and smiled. “You know Ace, if I had my sword and particle beam pistol I could get us out of here, but for now a different sword might suffice.”
Zayna’s hand moved to the back of my smock and undid the top tie. It fell off. Her other hand was cupping my now substantial balls. I felt my new member start to swell.
“I can see that,” I managed to say before Zayna cut me off with a kiss.
My hands found her waist easily. The material she was wearing was tight against her skin, almost like it wasn’t there. Her hand grabbed the back of my head as we kissed. Her tongue was lively, sampling me. I matched her passion, savoring her mouth as well. Her temperature was a little off but ... she was a woman. I could feel her energy level rise.
Zayna’s other hand was massaging my dick. It was fully erect now and my earlier estimate about size wasn’t off. Her hand was soft but surprisingly strong. Zayna could barely get her fingers around my girth. The red nails of her thumb and forefinger barely touched.
She looked down and smiled. Zayna let a thin stream of drool escape her lips, dribbling it on my ample penis as she rubbed it. She smiled greedily and looked at me. We kissed softly. “You don’t mind this do you, Ace?”
“Oh no,” I grunted. “Not at all.”
Zayna smiled again and dropped to her knees, examining my ample cock. “Wow,” she said softly as she stroked it.
A moment later her plump lips were around the end of my cock. First, she started working the very end, moving her lips and tongue around, smearing it with spit. She went after the end of my knob three times, catching her breath each time. My breathing increased and I grabbed the back of Zayna’s head. Her other hand was at the base of my cock. It felt so fucking good!
Zayna transitioned to regular cock sucking a few moments later after the tip of my dick was coated with her slobber. The new me was way too big for her to deep throat but the girl had some skills. Zayna managed to get the first four inches in her mouth and she greedily sucked and licked the meat rod. She took a deep breath after sucking and gobbed an ample wad of spit onto my shaft, happily smearing it around with her fingers and tongue.
I looked down at my smiling lover between deep breaths. I smiled too. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Absolutely,” she said between licks.
Zayna ran her tongue along my cock one more time before going for my balls. She licked and sucked my left side first, ultimately taking the gonad into her mouth where she massaged it with her tongue. She gave my other ball a few cursory licks before I pulled her to her feet. We kissed, alternating between gentle soft exploration and powerful animal passion. Her body was warm now. I could feel her increasing excitement and the thin sheen of sweat that covered her.
My hands reached her tits. I yanked her bra top down and handled her bosom. Her breasts were solid D-cups and Zayna enjoyed my touch. She moaned softly and slightly parted her lips as her eyes closed. I smiled and dropped my mouth to her tits, gently suckling her nipples. I could tell by the way she was moving that this hot alien babe was enjoying herself immensely.
I allowed my hand to meander down Zayna’s shapely body. She had left her legs slightly apart and I had noticed her outfit was crotch-less so I had easy access to the throbbing juicy hole that I found. I gently massaged the folds, only penetrating slightly. I wanted to tempt Zayna, to excite her gently. Her pussy was already wet with her juices. I felt her body shudder with pleasure. She gasped with a light very feminine sound that seemed to almost echo in the sterile confines of our cell.
Zayna pulled me up from her tits and our gaze met. I felt her hand on the back of my head and she pulled me toward her until our foreheads touched. I felt desire crackle between us. We kissed as my fingers plunged into her interior. I felt her body shake and could almost taste the passion building inside of her.
We separated, both panting hard. I pulled my hand up and three of my fingers were thick with Zayna’s pussy juice. She greedily started to lick my fingers and I did as well, tasting her sweet flow for the first time. It was sticky and syrupy, with a taste that seemed to have a hint of honey.
“Time for you to get fucked,” I murmured to Zayna.
Zayna leaned slightly away curving her body and displaying a feminine yet athletic physique. She raised one leg straight off the ground, balancing on one high heel. I grabbed her ankle and shoulder. She did likewise, balancing us perfectly. Her pussy was opened wide and in perfect position for my dick.
I penetrated Zayna slowly, parting the fleshy edges of her pussy with the head of my dick and easily getting the first few inches in. Her pussy was warm and very moist. It felt great. Then it tightened and I pushed in more. Again, I went slowly – I didn’t want to hurt her. She issued a long moan. Then she clenched her teeth, locking eyes with me as her face trembled on the edge of pain and pleasure. I pushed in deeper, past her cervix and into her womb.
“Ahhh ... Ace ... Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck that pussy! Fuck that pussy!” Zayna moaned.
I obliged Zayna, hammering her slot, burying almost eight inches of meaty steel into her pussy. I wasn’t even all the way in yet! Her pussy was pulsating with sexual energy. My dick was coated with her creamy discharge and I saw a trickle start down her leg. I kept going, deeper, harder, and faster. I could feel Zayna’s body start to shake.
Then she let out a guttural scream as an orgasm enveloped her. I buried my dick inside her. I pulled Zayna close; her head collapsed upon my shoulder. I could feel her warm body against mine. I could feel the final trembles of her orgasm. I could feel the spark between us that had suddenly blossomed into a flame.
She pulled away ever so slightly and I kept my dick in her, easily working in and out a few inches. I could feel my own orgasm bubbling inside me. My hand was on the back of her head, in her sweat soaked hair. “Are you going to cum Ace? I want you to cum for me.”
“It won’t be long Zayna. It won’t be long,” I muttered. We kissed then, deeply and passionately like lovers on the verge of completion.
“Ahhh!” I groaned. “I’m gonna cum baby-girl! I’m gonna cum!”
Zayna pulled away and dropped to her knees, pushing her hair back and opening her mouth. Our aim was right on. In a series of fast, though voluminous blasts I coated Zayna’s tongue and filled her mouth, my semen rapidly pooling in the bottom. The last dribbles splattered on her chin.
Smiling, Zayna pursed her lips and she pushed my cum to the top. The smile touched her eyes as she blew a few small cum bubbles and then she swallowed, giggling afterwards as she used her fingers to clean her chin and licked them spotless.
I continued to gently stroke my monstrous manhood and suddenly a small blob of cum blossomed on the end.
“Missed some Zayna!” I said.
“Oh!” She responded. Immediately she licked it off and swallowed it, laughing lightly afterwards.
“Wow,” I said. “That was ... wow.”
“I haven’t cum like that for a long time,” said Zayna.
“That is a hell of a way to introduce yourself baby-girl,” I said.
“Better than a hand shake,” she said, in an amused voice. We kissed very lightly.
I collapsed onto one of ... I think they re supposed to be bunks, and Zayna curled up next to me and we enjoyed each other’s presence.
“What is a ‘baby-girl’,” she asked.
“Well, baby-girl is a term of affection for a beautiful, sexy female like you, Zayna,” I said.
“That’s so sweet!” she exclaimed. We kissed softly and I gently put my arm around her.
We dozed off.
Part 2: P.I.P.E.R. 69
I wasn’t sure how long Zayna and I slept. When I finally awoke Zayna was over by the small sink and mirror on one side of our cell. She was examining herself with a slight smile and fixing her hair.
“How long were we sleeping Zayna?” I asked.
She turned and looked at me demurely, leaning against the sink.
“Five deskots, Ace.”
“I don’t know what that means,” I sighed.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to answer that,” said Zayna.
I smiled weakly. “That’s okay.” I’m not even sure what galaxy I’m in.”
Zayna just smiled and shrugged. “Where are you from anyway Ace?” she asked.
“I’m from a planet called Earth, which I’m sure you’ve never heard of. It’s a nice place, swarming with alien humans. The Imperium just found me drifting in my old spacecraft. What are you in for anyway Zayna?”
She sighed and sat down on the bed, crossing her long legs. “I was trying to steal a spaceship.”
“I didn’t have you figured for grand theft,” I said. “I was thinking you beat some guy up.”
“Oh, I did that too, when they captured me. I was part of a warrior company called the Gilded Sisters, like a mercenary band. I couldn’t accept their rules anymore-”
“Like killing?” I interrupted.
“No, I’m fine with that. They had a rule about no sex with men. It drove me nuts! I like pussy as much as the next girl but sometimes a woman just needs some dick.”
“I can’t say I understand that Zayna, but ... sure,” I responded. That explained our introduction.
“So Ace, if we can get out of here I can get us to the landing bay. There’s an old freighter down there. If we can get it started we can get out of this mess.”
I walked up to the force screen that sealed our cell. I touched it and a mild shock shot through my arm. I had to formulate a plan. Then a voice came from across the hallway, from the other cell.
“You ain’t gonna get through that white boy!”
A being or creature or something rolled into view in the other cell. It was black colored, egg shaped, and moving on a rollerball type device. It’s surface was covered with ports and blinking lights.
“Excuse me?”
“You ain’t gonna get out by pushing on that force screen,” the being said.
“Thanks for the advice...”
“I’m OG-91!”
“I’m sorry, what are you?”
“I’m a repair robot, motherfucker! You been living under a rock or something,” said the being.
“Okay. Cool. Sorry I’m not from around here,” I responded.
“Well I can tell that!” said OG-91. “I heard you and your lady friend going at it before. You must be getting used to being here.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Ah, this is Zayna. I’m Ace. It’s nice to meet you OG-91.” Zayna stepped up next to me.
“Sure. Sure,” said the robot. “Warrior chick. I get that. She ain’t got metal fever and she ain’t no snowbunny so old OG ain’t interested. No insult intended.”
“None taken,” said Zayna.
“What is metal fever?” I asked Zayna in a whisper.
“Having sex with robots,” she replied quietly.
“That’s a thing?”
“Yup,” replied Zayna.
“Gosh, I’ve got a lot to learn about this place,” I said rhetorically. “So OG, my man, what are you in for?”
“Well, damn if you don’t seem laid back for a white boy!” said OG-91. “You and the gold babe seem cool and you know cool is OG’s signature temperature. They caught me trying to steal a pack of menthols. Motherfuckers.”
“So ... as a repair droi-,” began Zayna.
“Zayna!” I exclaimed. “That’s a copyright! OG is obviously a repair robot!”
She rolled her eyes. “Sorry. As a repair robot OG, you could hack a starship’s locks and start-up system?”
“Damn right, girl!” said OG.
Zayna looked at me. “I think we might have a plan Ace,” she said.
“I’m working on it too.”
Our discussion was interrupted by the door of the hallway opening. Three black armored guards entered. OG-91 made a beeping noise and hid from view in the corner of his cell. The three Imperium soldiers came up to our cell. They pulled their guns.
“Back away woman,” growled their leader. Zayna glowered at him but obeyed. She didn’t have any weapons. “Why does she still have her power armor on?” he continued.
“We tried to get it off her but she beat up four guards sir,” answered one of the other guards.
“Okay, okay. It doesn’t matter. You, alien human, Ace McMann, come with us! You’re scheduled for a medical exam.”
I raised my hands. “Yup. Okay. I’m not resisting.” I glanced back at Zayna and winked at the golden skinned woman. The guards led me out of the detention area.
The complex I was in must have been huge. The guards lead me down innumerable hallways and corridors, all done in the same anemic white tile and lit by the same glaring sodium lights. Finally, an automatic door opened and I was shoved into an anemic examination room. It was dominated by a large examination table with some strange looking machinery attached to it. There was a chair, a counter covered with strange devices, and a computer terminal as well.
“Sit on the table alien human!” demanded one of the guards. I obeyed, glancing at some of the more aggressive looking machinery attached to it. “You guys aren’t going to like, anal probe me or anything? I’m not really into that sort of thing.”
“Shut up!” barked the guard. He and his two companions backed out of the room. I heard a locking mechanism on the door trigger.
This was just great!
Momentarily, another door snicked open. I hear the click of high heels on the floor and turned.
A woman – well, I thought it was a woman – entered the room. She was tall, like Zayna, but that is where the similarities ended. This girl had long unkempt reddish-pink hair tumbling down to her shoulders, framing a pretty face with bright red eyes. Hoop earrings hung from her ears. She was wearing a cloak; it was black and seemed attached to a heavy mechanical circle around her neck that may have actually been part of her.
Her elbows and lower arms appeared to be mechanical but her hands were human. Her fingers ended in manicured nails. Her legs appeared to be robotic as well and she was wearing platform heels but I couldn’t tell if they were actual shoes or her feet.
The rest of her body appeared to be that of a curvaceous human female except for what appeared to be metal plates on her hips. She was wearing black lingerie with some strange white designs upon it, Her ample tits were barely covered and two garters ran down her legs to lacy fringes around the tops of her metallic legs. She was gorgeous, in a way, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was functional as a woman.
My big friend between my legs started to twitch.
“You are Ace McMann, an alien human specimen.”
The voice I heard was definitely that of a human female though it was flat. It wasn’t quite mechanical but it wasn’t fully human.
“Yeah,” I responded.