"Very well," I said. I began to unbuckle my utility belt. "Let's proceed."
Capt didn't waste time with foreplay. He knew my Feltish. He knew what my body needed to unlock the genetic potential of the Alumos physiology.
He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto the console, sweeping the alien debris to the floor. The metal was cold against my bare buttocks as he pulled my pants down.
"Make it count, Capt," I said, wrapping my legs around his waist. "I need a full recharge."
He unzipped his pants and released his erection. It was fully engorged. The sight of it triggered a Pavlovian response in my brain. My mouth watered. My pussy clenched.
He didn't enter me immediately. instead, he focused. I saw the veins in his neck bulge. He was activating his own Inquor ability. The ability to project his own Melios into my clones.
"Start the sequence, Prof," he growled.
I closed my eyes and focused on the energy within me.
"One, two, three... Shadow Construct!"
The air in the room shimmered.
One by one, they appeared. My clones. Naked, pale, and ready. But they weren't just standing there. As they materialized, Capt's clones appeared beside them.
It was a crowded room.
"Now," Capt said. He drove into me.
"Oh!" I gasped. The sensation was electric. It wasn't just the physical penetration. It was the psychic backlash of twenty other versions of me feeling the exact same thing.
My clones were being taken by his clones.
Every thrust Capt made into me echoed across the room. I could feel twenty cocks entering twenty pussies. The sensory input was overwhelming. My brain struggled to process the sheer volume of pleasure.
"Focus, Prof!" Capt grunted, gripping my hips. "Don't get lost in the feedback loop!"
"It is... difficult..." I panted. I threw my head back, my hands gripping his shoulders. "The data... too much data..."
He pounded into me, his rhythm brutal and fast. He had to be quick. The door was buckling with every bang from the outside.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I forced my eyes open. I looked at him. At the original him.
"You are the anchor," he said. "Feel this. Feel me."
He hit my cervix. A jolt of pure white light shot up my spine.
"Ah! Capt! The probability of... of premature release is rising!" I moaned loudly.
"Quiet," he hissed, leaning down to bite my ear. "They can hear you."
"I can't help it!" I cried out. "The danger... the fear... it acts as a catalyst! My libido is spiking!"
It was true. The knowledge that death was inches away, scratching at the door, made every nerve ending fire with desperate intensity. We were life affirming itself in the face of oblivion.
"Take it," Capt growled. "Take it all."
He increased the pace. The sound of wet slapping filled the small room, drowning out the screeching of the Krall.
I looked around the room through half-closed eyes. It was a chaotic orgy of self. My clones were moaning, their bodies arching in unison with mine. It was a hall of mirrors reflecting pure lust.
"I am... I am reaching capacity!" I stuttered. My toes curled. "Capt! I need the sample! Now!"
"Here it comes!" Capt roared.
He slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt. I felt the hot jet of his seed flooding my womb. At the same instant, every clone in the room climaxed.
The combined psychic scream of twenty orgasms hit me like a physical blow.
"Aaah..." I screamed, forgetting all about being quiet.
I squirted. My body convulsed violently, spraying fluid all over Capt's uniform and the alien console. My vision went white. For a second, I ceased to exist as a singular entity. I was everywhere. I was everyone.
Then, darkness threatened to take me. My brain was shutting down to protect itself from the overload.
"Prof! Stay with me!" Capt's voice was distant. He slapped my cheek. Not hard, but enough to bring me back.
I gasped, sucking in air. My legs felt like jelly. I couldn't move them. I slid off the console, but Capt caught me. He held me up, his arms strong and reassuring.
"Did... did we get it?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
"We got it," Capt smiled. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were burning with power.
The clones were gone, reabsorbed into me, bringing with them the energy of the Felt. I felt supercharged, despite my physical weakness.
"The bomb is set," I said, glancing at the console. "Three minutes."
"Plenty of time," Capt said. He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style. "Hold on tight, Prof. We are leaving."
He kicked the door open.
The hallway was filled with Krall. But they paused, confused by the sudden burst of energy.
"Clear the way!" Capt shouted.
I raised my hand. Gatling Shadow.
Twenty clones appeared in the hallway, this time fully armed with Melios energy rifles. They opened fire. It was a wall of destruction.
Capt ran. He ran through the chaos, shielding me with his body. I buried my face in his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.
We made it to the pod just as the countdown reached ten seconds. Capt threw me into the seat and scrambled in after me. He punched the launch button.
The pod detached and rocketed away.
Behind us, the Gyra blossomed into a silent fireball. It was beautiful. A supernova of our own making.
"Success," I breathed, leaning back. "Mission accomplished with optimal results."
"Yeah," Capt sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead. "That was..."
He stopped.
I saw it before he did. A shadow in the corner of the cramped pod.
It hadn't been empty.
A Krall, a small, vicious scout that must have slipped in while we were gone, lunged from the storage compartment. Its claws were aimed directly at my throat.
"Prof!" Capt screamed.
He didn't think. He didn't hesitate. He threw himself across the pod, putting his body between me and the monster.
The sound was sickening. The Krall's claw buried itself in Capt's chest. Left side.
"No!" I shrieked. It was a sound devoid of logic. Devoid of science.
Capt gritted his teeth. His eyes flared gold. He raised his hand and backhanded the Krall.
It wasn't a normal slap. It was an Inquor strike. The Krall's head simply ceased to exist, exploding into a mist of purple gore. Its body slumped to the floor.
But the damage was done.
Capt collapsed against the control panel. He slid down, leaving a streak of bright red blood on the metal.
"Capt!" I unbuckled and scrambled over to him.
I pressed my hands against his chest. The wound was deep. Too deep. I could feel the erratic rhythm of his heart beneath my fingers. It was skipping beats.
"Hey... Prof..." he wheezed. Blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth. "Did I... get it?"
"You got it," I sobbed. I grabbed a medical patch from the emergency kit, but my hands were shaking so hard I couldn't open it. "Stop talking! You need to conserve oxygen!"
"It... hurts..." he whispered. His eyes were losing focus.
"Do not die!" I yelled at him. "That is an order! It is statistically improbable for you to die from a single puncture wound! You are an Inquor! Heal yourself!"
"Tired..." he murmured. His head lolled to the side.
"Ragia!" I screamed his name.
Panic, cold and irrational, flooded my system. I am a woman of science. I deal in facts. In variables I can control. But looking at the blood pooling on the floor, looking at the pale face of the man who held my world together... I knew nothing.
My logic shattered.
"Navi! Vice! Anyone!" I screamed into the comms, my voice cracking. "Emergency! Medical emergency! Capt is down! I repeat, Capt is down!"
I held him, rocking back and forth, pressing my forehead against his blood-stained shirt.
"Please," I whispered to a universe I didn't believe in. "Don't take him. I haven't figured out the formula for his smile yet."