Meadowsweet (S1 E3) — Too Much of a Good Thing

Season Notes: This is essentially a heavy nonconsent/dubious consent D/s story set in space that’s as close to erotica as I come. If you are uncomfortable with noncon, explicit sex and/or rape, or fictional slavery, skip this story entirely. Sexism

It was a week before Moira finished the medical inventory. Not, unfortunately, because there was a lot to inventory. Luckily for her, among the few supplies available were some creams and spray-on analgesics. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to sit down. As it was, she sat… gingerly.

She was, bluntly, sick of sex. Sick of the feelings, sick of the smells, sick of the tastes. She was nearly sick of orgasms, which once upon a time she would have sworn was impossible.

She was pretty sure the captain was sick of it too. But that didn’t seem to stop him. In the moments between waking and sleep, she wondered what kind of psych case study he might make. What drove him to this constant sexual activity that he really didn’t want…

As she worked up a list of the minimum necessities for a medic station, she thanked the skies that her homeworld viewed sex work as a respectable profession. If she had the hangups of some of the core worlds, she might have be having a breakdown. Instead, she was ‘just’ sore, annoyed, sick, and dreaming about science papers.

She was also thankful that the captain wasn’t a complete ass. When she’d told him she was getting sores on the third day, he let her take the toys out. Now she kept a big bottle of lube in her pocket.

“Yo, is the medic in?”

She turned to see Ezra standing in the doorway. “For the moment, what can I do for you?”

He rolled up a sleeve to reveal a poorly bandaged burn. “I’d wait and get it seen next landing, but we’re going to Burnet’s Planet, and no one in their right mind sees a doctor from the holy rollers.

Moira had medic experience; she wasn’t a doctor. Well, not a medical doctor. But this didn’t look like it needed debriding. She stripped off the old bandage, slathered one of the few topicals on hand that would treat burns, and re-bandaged it.

“I’ll need to change the bandage every day, as long as the supply holds out. Don’t get it wet. Who are the holy rollers?”

“Thanks.” Ezra flexed his arm and smiled. “The holy rollers are–” He cut himself off and shook his head. “Thanks.”

Then he was gone.

Before Moira could wonder, the captain was calling her.

“Guess that break’s over,” she muttered.

 

She shuffled into the captain’s room, wincing. Without waiting for him to say anything, she bent over the bed. Then she froze. He’d fucked her brains right out of her — and likely fucked his own out as well. She stood up, bumping him back.

“Moira…” He growled.

“Why don’t you use my mouth?” She turned around and barely stopped herself from glaring at him.

“What?”

“I’m so sore St. Casanova couldn’t ‘make this good for me’ right now or anytime in the past two days. For whatever reason — and don’t think I’m not grateful — you haven’t tried the back door yet which, like I said, please don’t. But I have a mouth. It works. And it isn’t ready to break out in bleeding sores at the slightest bit of friction.”

He blinked at her. It was the expression she had started thinking of as ‘brain flew south for the winter.’

With a sigh, she nudged him back another step. Grabbing a pillow off the bed for her knees, she knelt down in front of him. It took only a moment to finish opening his pants and pull out his cock.

That seemed to startle him out of his brain funk. He pushed her hands away. “Don’t…”

This time she did glare at him. “Why not? It’s not like you want to hurt me, right?”

“But you’re… you’re a lady.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I mean, you…”

“Are you seriously going to tell me that you’ve never had any of your other… girls suck you off?”

“No, but you aren’t–”

“Oh dear fuck. You’re from one of those planets.

“If you say I’m ‘not like them’ or anything similar, I will find a way to sneak in here one night and cut your dick off, don’t think I won’t. I think I could even stitch it back on so it would work after.”

He gaped at her.

“I hate the universe.”

He blinked, and she watched as his brain started drifting south again. The shock of a ‘good girl’ or whatever crap being willing to suck cock was fading. Better get this over with.

She grabbed his cock again and wrapped her lips around the tip before he could protest. It had been a long time since she’d had cock in her mouth, but she hadn’t forgotten how it was done. With how primed he was, she didn’t need to remember much anyway. A few quick stroked with her tongue and fingers, then suck him in, deep into the back of her mouth, just touching her throat.

He came, thrusting against her. She held on until he was finished, then swallowed. With another sweep of her tongue, she cleaned the last drops from his head and stood up.

“Are we done here?”

“A… yeah… I… Yeah.”

Shaking her head, she went back to her improvised medic station. She needed that list finished before the next planetfall, ‘holy rollers’ or not.

 

Zdenko watched her go and tried to get his brain back online. He didn’t know who Moira had been, and he really didn’t want to. He knew enough. From her competence with the medical stuff and the bit of reading he’d seen her do, he knew she was educated. Like, summa cum loud educated or whatever they called it. Normally, he wouldn’t even meet a woman like that; never mind get to fuck her. The truth was, he didn’t want anything to do with those types. Too full of themselves and thought they could learn everything they needed out of a book.

But he’d always tried to treat his slaves decent. Respectful, in a sense. As long as they behaved and kept him grounded. He would never have asked a woman like Moira to… to…

He looked down. Fuck. He was getting hard again. Already.

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