Marooned
Copyright© 2026 by PoBoy
Chapter 13
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13 - After his freighter's drive malfunctions, Luke Ripley lands on a deserted planet to wait for rescue. When an alien war intrudes on his solitude, he meets a new partner. Together, they try to escape before the enemy can get to them. Rescue is two years away, but the Bugs are much closer.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Military War Science Fiction Aliens Space BDSM MaleDom Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting
That evening, after making camp, I felt comfortable lighting a fire. I unrolled our sleeping bag, spread it open on the ground, and pulled Thivkari down on it with me. The air had a chill, with the nights getting down into the single digits. The soft breeze smelled cold, but the fire helped chase the chill away. I brought Thivkari into an embrace and kissed her. She sighed contentedly, and I snaked my hand down the front of her pants and under the waistband of her panties. As my fingers found her cleft, she moaned into my mouth as our tongues fought. I felt her reach down and awkwardly unbutton her pants to give me more freedom, and I ran my fingers down along her fuzzy lips and curled one inside. She broke the kiss and panted, “Yes!” then started shimmying her pants down. Her pussy was wet, and I took the opportunity to pull my hand out so I could have both hands free to remove my own pants. Which was when they got caught on my boots. I looked over at Thivkari, who had encountered the same problem.
“Fuck,” I cursed quietly as I tried to unlace my boots. I was fucking horny, and I needed to get my pants off now. I could smell Thivkari’s arousal, her musk was much stronger than it usually was. Finally free of my boots and pants, I looked over at her to see that she was trying to kick her pants off of her right leg, where they were stuck. I reached over and tugged them off of her. She lay back, legs spread, knees in the air and motioned for me to climb between them. The cool air away from the fire had caused her fur to poof up, but the fuzz on her labia was matted with her juices. I grabbed my erection and slid it inside her. Thivkari moaned and wrapped her legs around me, pulling my face to hers for a kiss as I began thrusting.
“Oh,” she whimpered, “fuck me!” She reached down to squeeze my ass as she brought her own hips up to meet mine. The air was filled with the sounds of grunts, slapping flesh, and pleasure. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, so I reached between us and rubbed her clit with my thumb. It didn’t take long to have the desired effect, Thivkari bucked up against me harder and faster, nodding and chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I could feel her getting closer, and changed up the rhythm of my thumb on her pleasure button. She squealed, “Come inside me!” and I erupted, filling her pussy. Her whole body went rigid as she came immediately after I did, and I collapsed on top of her, panting and exhausted. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. “I love you,” she said, switching back to English.
“Ju rafune jy,” I said, kissing her back, and getting off of her. She reached down and held her hand to her sex, then awkwardly crab-walked off of the sleeping bag to squat in the grass a few meters away. I grabbed a washcloth from my pack and wet it with the water from my hydration bladder. “Here,” I said, handing it to her.
“Thanks,” she said, taking it and cleaning herself after she finished peeing. She was starting to shiver. “It’s getting colder earlier.” She stood up and dropped the dirty cloth inside a sealable plastic bag that held cloths we had used over the past week to give ourselves whore baths, then hurriedly put her pants and boots back on.
“That’s something I don’t understand. You’re covered in fur. How does it not keep you warm?”
She shrugged. “Evolution? Thuds is warm, and the Tsch’kal evolved around the equator. It wasn’t until we became civilized that we started exploring the colder parts of the planet. Our fur helps keep us cool by wicking sweat away from our bodies so it can evaporate.” She sniffed the air. “Speaking of sweat.” She made a face and said, “I would wash more than my tis if it weren’t so cold.” She looked at me. “You could use a bath, too.”
I laughed. “I can’t wait to take a shower.” I walked over and pulled her close to me. “And fuck you in a real bed. My knees hurt!”
She kissed me again. “I’ll kiss more than your face when you can wash your stry with soap,” she said, rubbing my dick through the pants I had just finished putting back on.
I finished getting my boots on, then carefully folded the sleeping bag up, brushed the bits of grass and leaves off of the back of it, and stuck it inside the tent. The air was getting colder, and I didn’t think we’d want to sleep outside of the tent, even with a fire going. On the way to this meadow, we had stopped in a copse of trees and cut some firewood that was now in the wagon. I looked at the fire, then at the pile of split logs, grabbed a few more and threw them on. I really did not like not having a weather forecast beyond a few days. The survival computer said it was eight degrees, an hour ago it was twelve. I threw a few more logs on the fire and rummaged around in my pack for a coat. The wind was picking up, too. “You’re going to want to put a coat on. The temperature is dropping fast. I think a cold front is moving in.”
She was already digging through her pack for her cold weather gear, which consisted of a coat and overpants. She put the coat on, tucking her tail up into what looked to be a pouch for it, then put on the overpants and fastened them to the coat. She pulled a balaclava from a pocket and put it on her head, then said, “Twoicdanslur ranch ipyoon glens erezir.”
I knew what she said, but I shook my head. “English.”
She glared at me. “This interferes with my hearing.”
I laughed. “Rafed rasmuntrur bumps dedgurf farn.” It keeps your ears warm.
She moved her chair closer to the fire. “This keeps me warm. Glens trurbzegs droo.” My entire body.
I set about prepping dinner, which consisted of sausages that had been smoked to preserve them. Aside from survival rations, this was the first meal I’d been able to heat up since we left the heavy machine guns. I had a small metal pot for boiling water that I put next to the fire while I roasted the sausages on a stick. They were fully cooked, but getting the fat to render over the fire made them taste so much better. Once the water was hot enough, I used a hot pad to remove the pot and poured boiling water into a pair of pouches of cracked grains and seasonings. Those got set carefully upright to cook.
After dinner, I checked the survival computer again. My back was getting cold, in spite of the coat I was wearing, and the wind had picked up with strong gusts. The temperature was down to two. I checked the tent stakes to make sure they were set well. We did not want the wind to blow the tent while we slept. I threw an unsplit log on to the fire. Hopefully it would burn slow and last through the night. Or the wind could pick up the embers and set the entire region on fire. The survival computer showed that clouds had moved in, which explained why I couldn’t see any stars in the sky. I made sure to stake down the wagon, too, then motioned Thivkari into the tent while grabbing our packs. Once inside, I set up the sleeping bag and pulled my coat off. Thivkari looked reluctant to remove the outer layers.
“It’s not that cold in here,” I said. The fabric was designed to trap our body heat unless we opened the vents. She shook her head. “Do Tsch’kal really get hypothermia when the temperature goes below five?”
She pulled the balaclava off of her head and stared at me incredulously. “No. Where did you hear that?”
I shrugged. “Some news article. Meet the Tsch’kal or something like that.”
She laughed. “No. If you were naked, would that temperature give you hypothermia? We have clothes.”
I took off my boots. “Which you are refusing to take off.”
“Rafed rearv re shere kecgreelk!” It’s cold in here!
Placing my boots against the door flap, I stripped off my shirt, then removed my pants. “As long as your clothes are keeping your body heat trapped, it won’t get any warmer in the tent.” I wished I’d brought a portable heater unit, but the things used too much power to be useful on more than an overnight stay in a tent. I could see our breath in the tent, and it was cold in nothing but my skivvies. I climbed into the sleeping bag. “Get undressed and get in here with me!” Fuck me, the fabric inside the bag was like ice against my skin. I shivered.
“See? Huse rearv re.” It’s cold.
The sleeping bag was warming up, though. “In a moment, it won’t be cold inside the bag. Get undressed, and get in here.” She glared at me again. “Please!”
She disconnected and took off her coat and I smiled. “Admit it. You just want to see me undress.” It was getting warmer in the tent. Our breath wasn’t as visible. She took off the overpants, then removed her boots. She shivered a little, then took off her pants, her shirt, and her bra, then practically dove into the sleeping bag. “You lied! It’s very cold!”
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