The crew of the Jupiter come up with a plan to buy John and Judy time but a storm is brewing and passions ignite as new roles on the chariot are defined and cemented.
**WARNING: SEX STARTS ON CHAPTER 16 PERVS! DON'T GIVE ME A NEGATIVE FOR BEING IMPATIENT. JUST JUMP TO THE GOOD SUFF**
Lost in Space - Book 3: Don and Maureen
Chapter 13: Alarms and Distractions
The transmission from the Chariot ended in a burst of static.
Will stared at the suddenly silent console, his stomach dropping. The progress bar for the encrypted files had frozen at 85%. No further data. No voices. Nothing.
Then, before Will had time to figure how what happened to the Chariot, ship-wide alarms blared—sharp, urgent red strobes flashing across every deck.
Robot’s glowing red eye suddenly flared brighter as he processed the incoming data.
“Danger, Will Robinson,” the robot intoned in his familiar, flat, slightly ominous voice. “Alien probe detected. Probability of hostile intent: 94%. Recommended course of action: immediate diversion protocol.”
Will’s head snapped up. Long-range sensors painted two fast-moving signatures—alien scout drones, vectoring straight toward the outpost coordinates.
“Penny!” Will snapped, finally turning. His voice cracked with panic. “I need you on comms—right now. Send burst messages to Judy on the emergency short-range freq to hide. I can’t track these drones and work comms at the same time.”
Don and Maureen burst onto the bridge of the Jupiter, both still slightly winded and flushed.
Maureen straightened her posture, forcing her voice into something approaching calm authority even though her heart was still racing.
“What’s happening?” she asked sharply, moving to the main display.
Penny gaze flicked suspiciously between her mother and Don, as she scanned the communication feeds for another way to communicate to John and Judy. Maureen’s cheeks were still flushed, her hair slightly messy, the slight dishevelment of her clothes. Don carried that cocky, satisfied grin — His hand rested possessively on Maureen’s hip as his body pressed lightly against hers in a way that made it crystal clear to Penny that something had been going on between them.
Will didn’t waste time. “We lost transmission with Dad and Judy. The last thing we got was them saying they were heading back into the facility for the remaining fuel rods. Then… seismic activity spiked. The Chariot’s signal just cut out completely.”
He swallowed, eyes flicking to the proximity sensors.
“And there’s more. An alien drone just appeared on long-range scan. It’s heading straight for the outpost. We believe the drone is armed and Dad and Judy don’t know it is coming.”
Maureen’s face paled. “How long do we have until those drones arrive?”
“Twelve hours. Maybe less.”
Maureen’s face tightened, but she kept her expression steady for Will and Penny’s sake. Don stood close beside her, his hand briefly brushing the small of her back in silent support before dropping away.
“We need a plan,” she said firmly, stepping up to the command station. “Now.”
Penny fingers were flying across the controls as she scanned every frequency she could think of, trying desperately to reach her father and sister.
“Come on… come on…” she muttered under her breath.
Suddenly her screen lit up with a faint, older signal — cold, weak, but unmistakable.
“Wait — I’ve got something,” Penny said, eyes widening. “There’s a faint blip on the far side of that ridge, about a hundred thirty klicks out. It looks like… an old Jupiter. Crashed. The hull signature is still there.”
Will spun toward her console. “Patch it through.”
Penny transferred the coordinates. Will zoomed in on the long-range scanner, his expression shifting from panic to focused determination.
“Confirmed,” he said quickly. “It’s a derelict Jupiter 2. Power signature is minimal, but the comms array and hull are intact enough to bounce a strong signal. No life signs detected on board.”
Don stepped forward, scanning the blip Will had highlighted. “That derelict Jupiter—could we use it as a distraction?”
Will nodded fast. “We can distract the probes by bouncing a radio signal off its hull on a frequency band we know they use. I can get a faint carrier wave out, make it look like the source is coming from there instead of the base. But we need a mid-relay point to boost and redirect the signal—something mobile.”
Don’s eyes lit up. “Chariot receptor array. It’s got line-of-sight amplifiers. We park one on the ridge between here and the derelict, use it as the bounce point.”
Maureen’s gaze snapped to him—wide, impressed. “That’s brilliant. We modulate the carrier with false transponder codes—make it mimic a full Jupiter engine signature. The probes will vector toward the derelict instead of the outpost.”
Will was already pulling up the Chariot schematics. “I’ll handle the signal from here. You two get the Chariot in position. Penny, we can’t distract that drone forever. You need to get a hold of Dad and Judy!”
Penny huffed, a look of exasperation bore into her little brother. “I am already working on it, Will. Give me a break! Can’t you see that I am trying!.”
Maureen’s head whipped around, her voice sharp and terse. “Enough lip, Penny! You always do this when things get hard, Penny. Just do as you’re told for once.”
The words landed hard. Penny’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue back — not out loud. She just rolled her eyes and turned back to her console with exaggerated annoyance, muttering under her breath.
Don and Maureen exchanged a single, charged look — flustered edges still visible beneath the urgency, their earlier encounter still humming between them like a live wire.
Maureen’s voice stayed crisp and commanding as she turned to him.
“Don, equip the Chariot for the communication relay. We need that receptor array boosted and ready to bounce the signal to the derelict Jupiter.”
Don nodded, already moving toward the hatch, but he paused just long enough to meet her eyes again.
“How much time will you need?”
“About an hour,” he answered, voice low. “Maybe less if I push it.”
“Get going,” Maureen said, the corner of her mouth twitching with the barest hint of a smile. “I’ll join you shortly after I make sure the ship and crew are ready and gather our supplies.”
Don’s gaze lingered on her for one heated second longer — a silent promise — before he turned and headed down to the docking bay, boots echoing on the deck plates.
Maureen watched him go for a moment, then squared her shoulders and got back to work.
The mission waited for no one.
Chapter 14: Race Against the Scouts
Maureen took one final moment to run a quick systems check. Hull integrity at 82%. Repair bots on schedule. Life support stable. Engines ready for emergency lift-off if needed. Satisfied that the ship was as secure as it could be, she addressed the crew one last time.
“Will is in command. Listen to him. Follow his orders. We’ll be back as soon as the relay is set and the probe is diverted.”
She turned to Zoe, who was hovering near the lab access hatch.
“Zoe, take the partial encrypted files Judy sent over before we lost contact. Start scanning through them immediately. See what you can recover about the alien research facility.”
Zoe straightened, a flicker of opportunistic interest in her eyes. “Of course. Robot — can you assist me? Your processing speed would help decrypt the files faster.”
Maureen nodded. “Good idea. Will, command Robot to help Dr. Smith in the lab.”
Will didn’t hesitate. “Robot, assist Dr. Smith with the decryption. Prioritize any data that could help us understand the facility or give us an edge against the probe.”
“Acknowledged,” Robot replied, his red eye glowing steadily as he turned toward the lab with Zoe.
Maureen’s eyes landed on Penny, who was still at the comms station with a sullen expression.
“Will is in command. Do you hear me?” Maureen said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “No sneaking off to read one of your trashy novels. We need you, Penny. Just listen to your brother.”
Penny’s jaw tightened, her cheeks flushing with frustration. She was upset — she always hated being talked to like a child, especially in front of everyone — but she understood there was no winning this argument. Not right now.
“Fine,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
As Maureen turned away to finish her final checks, Penny caught Will’s gaze flicking toward her. For a split second his eyes dropped lower — between her thighs where her legs were slightly parted in the chair, the hem of her shorts riding up just enough to show a glimpse of smooth skin and the edge of her panties.
What a perv, she thought, a spark of bratty amusement cutting through her annoyance. She stuck her tongue out at him quickly, just long enough for him to see it before he darted his eyes away, cheeks reddening.
Will cleared his throat and focused intently on his console, pretending he hadn’t been caught.
Maureen, oblivious to the brief sibling exchange, gave one last sweeping look around the bridge before racing down to the docking bay..
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Don was already moving with purpose, climbing onto the Chariot’s roof to mount the modified receptor array. His hands were greasy, muscles straining as he twisted the final bolt to secure the unit. He needed it perfectly aligned so it could connect to the main receptor array and transfer the false signal from the Jupiter all the way to the derelict crash site.
Maureen paused at the base of the vehicle, watching him for a long moment. A slow, private grin curved her lips as memories of how he had treated her earlier flooded back — the way he had commanded her, the way he had used her mouth, the way he had made her feel wanted and filthy all at once.
She was already turned on just thinking about him.
“Time check,” she called out, keeping her voice light but carrying that familiar edge of command.
Don looked down, surprised, then flashed that cocky grin she was quickly becoming addicted to.
“Oh, hey! Almost done, Commander.”
She loved when he called her that.
He finished tightening the last bolt and jumped down, wiping his hands on a rag. “Okay, we’re ready.”
Maureen looked him up and down — greasy hands, sweaty brow, shirt clinging to his chest. She raised an eyebrow, mockingly.
“You’re gonna clean up first, right?”
Don smirked. “Do I have time?”
“No.”
Before she could step back, he reached out and slid his thumb deliberately across her cheek, leaving a dark streak of grease.
“There,” he said, eyes glinting. “Now we’re both dirty.”
Maureen laughed despite herself and punched him lightly on the chest. “Get in the Chariot, you knucklehead.”
She climbed into the passenger side. The moment she settled in, the warm, masculine scent of his sweat filled the small cabin. It didn’t smell bad at all. If anything, it excited her — a raw, intimate reminder of the man sitting beside her and what they had started earlier.
They rolled out of the docking bay and drove across the lava rock terrain, the Chariot’s treads crunching over jagged obsidian. The entire time they talked mission — checking in with the Jupiter for updates, reviewing the relay plan, and staying alert for seismic activity.
Will’s voice came through the comm after their latest check-in.
“Mom, Don — Penny still hasn’t been able to raise Dad or Judy directly, but she’s picking up their emergency comm signals from inside the research facility. They appear to be safe for now. We’ll need you to maintain the relay until they can escape the facility and get back to the Chariot.”
Don grinned, one hand on the controls, the other resting casually on Maureen’s thigh.
“Copy that. We’ll keep the signal strong.”
Maureen glanced at him, heat simmering beneath her composed exterior. The grease mark still lingered on her cheek like a secret brand. She didn’t wipe it away.
The mission was critical.
But so was the unfinished business burning between them.
Chapter 15: The Ridge and the Coral Forest
The hour-long ride to the ridge felt strangely intimate.
The Chariot rolled steadily across the lava rock terrain, its treads crunching over jagged obsidian and loose volcanic gravel. The planet’s bruised sky stretched overhead, but inside the cabin the atmosphere had shifted. The mission was urgent, the stakes life-and-death, yet the confined space, the low hum of the engines, and the knowledge that they were finally alone turned the drive into something unexpectedly tender.
Don kept one hand on the controls, the other resting casually on Maureen’s thigh. Every so often his thumb would stroke slow, lazy circles against the fabric of her suit. Maureen didn’t move it away.
“You know,” Don said after a comfortable stretch of silence, his voice warm and teasing, “this almost feels like a date.”
Maureen laughed — a bright, surprised sound that filled the cabin.
“A date? We’re racing against alien probes and a dying planet, and you’re calling this a date?”
Don grinned, glancing sideways at her. “Hey, we’re alone, the scenery is… unique, and I’ve got the prettiest woman in the galaxy sitting next to me. Sounds like a date to me.”
The words hung between them, heavy with meaning. Maureen’s hand drifted over to rest on top of his, fingers lacing loosely. For a few minutes they drove in companionable silence, the flirtation simmering just beneath the surface.
As the Chariot crested the final ridge, the landscape opened up before them.
Both of them fell quiet.
A vast forest of coral-like rock structures stretched out below — thousands of twisted spires and branching formations in every size and color imaginable. Some rose like delicate fan corals in soft lavenders and pinks; others stood tall and massive like ancient brain coral in deep crimsons and golds. The mineral formations caught the weak sunlight and refracted it into shimmering, ethereal hues that shifted as the Chariot moved. Delicate golden strands drifted from the tips of the tallest spires, floating on invisible currents like living pollen or bioluminescent seeds.
Maureen leaned forward, eyes wide with genuine awe.
“My God… it’s beautiful. It reminds me of dried coral reefs back on Earth, but… alive. Like the planet is breathing.”
Don slowed the Chariot, taking in the sight. “Never seen anything like it. Looks peaceful… but we’re too exposed up here on the ridge.”
He guided the vehicle down the slope and parked it near the edge of the coral forest — tucked into a natural hollow where the towering structures shielded them from view while still maintaining a clear line-of-sight toward the distant derelict Jupiter crash site.
The moment the engines powered down, the strange, otherworldly silence of the forest settled around them. Soft, pulsing lights continued to bloom and fade across the coral spires in reaction to the planet’s atmospheric energy. Golden strands continued to drift lazily from the formations, sparkling as they caught the light.
Don turned to Maureen, his hand still resting on her thigh. The flirtatious energy from the drive hadn’t faded — if anything, the beauty of their surroundings only heightened it.
“Ready to set up the relay?” he asked, voice low.
Maureen met his gaze, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
“Ready when you are.”
They worked quickly.
Don climbed the short ridge with the modified receptor array slung over his shoulder while Maureen followed with the long, reinforced cable. They set the unit up at the highest point, thirty yards from the Chariot, anchoring it securely against the wind. Don made the final connections, double-checking the alignment so the array would have a clean line-of-sight to the distant derelict Jupiter crash site.
Maureen fed the long wire down the slope, connecting it to the Chariot’s main receptor port. The cable snaked across the rocky ground like a lifeline.
As they walked back through the edge of the coral-like forest, the strange mineral structures rose around them in towering, branching formations. The hard, sharp stone fragments worked their way into the treads of their boots, forcing them to stop every few steps to scrape the debris out with the edges of their knives.
“These things are like glass,” Don muttered, kicking a particularly stubborn shard free. “Feels like walking on broken razors.”
Maureen nodded, glancing up at the sky. In the distance, dark clouds were gathering rapidly, laced with flashes of violet lightning. The electrical storm was closing in faster than expected.
“We need to get back inside,” she said, urgency creeping into her voice.
They hurried the last few yards and climbed into the Chariot, sealing the hatch behind them. Don powered up the array from the cockpit controls while Maureen monitored the signal strength.
“Array is connected,” Will’s voice crackled over the comm a moment later, relief evident. “We’re getting a strong bounce from the derelict. Just need to—”
Static suddenly flooded the line, sharp and insistent. The storm had arrived.
“—hang tight—” Will’s voice cut in and out. “The storm will pass over in a few hours. Stay safe. We’ll keep trying to raise Dad and Judy from here.”
Then the comm went dead.
Don leaned back in the pilot’s seat, exhaling slowly. “Looks like we’re stuck here until it blows over.”
Maureen stared out the windshield at the coral forest. The structures were reacting to the charged atmosphere — soft, ethereal blooms of color rippling across the spires in pinks, golds, and violets. Golden strands began to pour from the tips of the tallest formations, drifting on the wind like glittering pollen.
The cabin felt smaller. Warmer.
She turned to Don, her pulse already quickening. The golden strands were starting to find their way through the seals, floating lazily inside the Chariot.
“Guess we have a few hours to kill,” she said, voice low.
Don’s eyes darkened as he looked at her. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “We do.”
The storm raged outside, but inside the Chariot, a different kind of storm was just beginning.
Chapter 16: Light Show in the Dark
The electrical storm rolled in slowly at first, a distant wall of violet lightning flickering on the horizon like the heartbeat of the planet itself. Then it gathered speed, turning the bruised sky into a living canvas of crackling energy.
Inside the Chariot, parked at the sheltered edge of the coral forest, Maureen and Don watched in silence.
It was romantic, really.
The coral-like rock structures that had looked stark and alien in daylight now came alive as the storm gained momentum. Soft, ethereal blooms of color began to ripple across the towering spires — gentle waves of rose gold, lavender, and deep turquoise that pulsed and shifted in time with the lightning. The formations seemed to breathe, their surfaces glowing brighter with every distant flash.
Then the golden strands started to emerge.
From the tips of the tallest coral spires, delicate filaments began to expel in thick, sparkling clouds. The strands caught the charged air and lit up like living fireworks — long, gossamer threads that sparkled and twisted, refracting the storm’s colors into a breathtaking light show. Thousands of them drifted on invisible currents, painting the sky in shimmering veils of gold and silver that danced between the coral towers.
Maureen curled deeper into Don’s arms, her back pressed against his chest as they watched from the cockpit. One of his arms was draped loosely around her waist, his hand resting possessively on her hip. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his body against hers.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, almost reverent. “Look at the way the rocks are reacting. The electricity in the air must be attracting the strands. It’s helping them dissolve and spread… like seeds being carried on the wind. They’re dropping over the entire rock field.”
Don’s chin rested lightly on top of her head. He didn’t answer right away, just held her a little tighter.
“God, you’re smart,” he murmured after a moment, voice low and full of quiet awe. “And so damn beautiful.”
Maureen tilted her head back to look at him. The soft, multicolored light from the coral forest played across his face, highlighting the strong line of his jaw and the warmth in his eyes.
He turned toward her fully, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. For a long moment they simply looked at each other — the storm raging outside, the light show painting the world in magic, and the two of them wrapped in a small, private bubble of warmth inside the Chariot.
Then Don leaned in and kissed her.
It was deep, slow, and full of everything they had been holding back. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that was both tender and urgent. Maureen moaned softly into the kiss, her hand sliding up to thread through his hair, pulling him closer. The taste of him, the feel of his strong arms around her, the way the colorful light from the coral forest danced across their skin — it all made the moment feel impossibly romantic.
When they finally parted, both of them breathing a little heavier, Don rested his forehead against hers.
“I don’t deserve you, Maureen,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “But I will earn your love. Whatever it takes.”
Maureen smiled, a soft, playful light in her eyes. She shifted in his lap, swinging one leg over so she could straddle him fully, her hands resting on his chest.
“Shut up, Don,” she said, voice warm and teasing as she leaned in to kiss him again. “You already have me.”
The golden strands continued to drift past the windows, sparkling in the storm-lit night, as the two of them lost themselves in each other inside the Chariot.
The kiss ignited instantly.
It started slow and passionate, lips moving together with a hunger they had both been holding back for too long. Then it turned desperate — tongues sliding, teeth grazing, breaths mingling in hot little gasps. Maureen’s hands roamed over Don’s chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt, before she tugged the fabric up and off in one eager motion.
She broke the kiss just long enough to look at him, her palms sliding down the hard planes of his abdomen. “God, you’re so raw and sweaty,” she murmured, voice husky with want. “And I like it. I like you like this… real, rough, mine.”
Don grinned, dark and hungry, his hands already working on her shirt. He lifted it over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her breasts to the cool cabin air. His mouth found one immediately, sucking the stiff peak between his lips while his tongue swirled around it. Maureen moaned, her head falling back as she rocked her hips into him, grinding against the thick bulge straining in his pants.
He stayed latched onto her breast, sucking harder, one hand kneading the other while his free arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter against him. The friction was maddening — his hard cock pressing right against her core through their clothes.
They made out like that for long minutes — grinding, kissing, touching — the colorful light show from the coral forest painting their skin in shifting hues of gold, pink, and violet.
Finally, Maureen pulled back, breathing hard. She climbed off his lap just long enough to shove her pants and underwear down her legs in one frantic motion. Don did the same, kicking his pants off with equal desperation, his thick, hard cock springing free — heavy, flushed, and already leaking at the tip.
She straddled him again immediately, her slick folds spreading open as she hovered above him. Their eyes locked — dark, needy, full of everything they had been denying themselves.
Maureen reached down, guiding the thick head of his cock to her entrance. She kissed him once more, slow and deep, then began to sink down.
“Oh fuck, Don…” she gasped as he stretched her open, inch by thick inch. “You feel better than I hoped you would.”
Don grinned, his hands gripping her hips as he rocked up into her, grinding his cock deep. “You hoped for this, huh?”
She giggled breathlessly against his mouth, then kissed him again, slow and filthy.
“I really hoped you would fuck me, Don. I…needed to feel you.”
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through both of them as she took him to the hilt. Her walls clenched around his thickness, hot and slick and perfect.
For a moment, they stayed like that — connected, breathing each other in, the storm raging outside and the golden strands sparkling around them.
Then Maureen started to move.
She rode him slowly at first, savoring every thick inch as she rose and fell on his cock. Her slick walls gripped him like a velvet glove, hot and tight, pulling him deeper with every downward stroke. Don’s eyes were locked on her, dark with lust, watching the way her breasts bounced softly, the way her head tilted back in pleasure, the way her lips parted on a moan every time she sank all the way down.
“Fuck, Maureen…” he groaned, hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. “You fit me like a glove. So tight… so wet… taking every inch like you were made for it.”
She moaned louder, her pace picking up as the pleasure built. Her hips rose and fell along his full length, the wet, obscene sound of her pussy sliding up and down his thick shaft filling the cabin. Each time she bottomed out, she ground her clit against his pelvis, sending sparks through her body.
“God damn it, soldier,” she gasped, voice breathy and raw, “you are so fucking hard. I feel you so deep inside of me… stretching me so fucking good.”
Don’s fingers moved between them, finding her swollen clit. His thumb made slow, firm circles around the sensitive bud as she continued to fuck him, her movements growing faster, more desperate.
“Commander,” he growled, voice rough with pleasure, “you ride me so fucking well.”
He pulled her down into a deep, filthy kiss, tongues sliding together as his hand gripped her ass hard, forcing her to take him even deeper with every thrust. Maureen whimpered into his mouth, her body trembling as the pleasure intensified.
“I want to be on top of you so badly,” he rasped against her lips, hips bucking up to meet her. “Want to pin you down and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, her head falling back as she rode him harder, her breasts bouncing with every frantic movement. “I’m almost there… just let me have this… let me ride this huge fucking cock before you take control… before you own me completely.”
Don grinned, dark and hungry, his eyes devouring the sight of her — flushed, sweating, lost in pleasure on top of him. Fuck, he wanted to ruin her. He wanted to break her open and claim every inch of her.
His thumb pressed harder on her clit, circling faster as she slammed down onto him again and again. The Chariot rocked gently on its suspension with the force of her movements.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Ride me. Use my cock. Show me how bad you need it.”
Maureen’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her pace turning frantic as she chased her release. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and slick, sucking him deeper with every downward thrust. “Yes!---Oh Fuck Yes!---Don!---Oh God, fuck!--- You’re so deep.”
Don’s free hand gripped her ass tighter, helping her move, forcing her to take him to the hilt each time.
“Come on, Commander,” he rasped, eyes locked on hers. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
She did.
Her orgasm hit hard — her back arching, a loud, broken cry tearing from her throat as her pussy spasmed violently around his thick shaft. Her hips stuttered, grinding down as wave after wave crashed through her, soaking his cock and thighs with her release.
Don groaned, his own control fraying as he felt her clench and flutter around him.
Chapter 17: Carnal Storm
Maureen trembled in his lap, her body still rippling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her pussy fluttered around his thick cock, feeling his pulse as she clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. She kissed him deeply, messy and breathless, a soft giggle escaping against his lips.
“Fuck… that… that was amazing,” she whispered, voice shaky and satisfied.
Don grinned against her mouth, dark and hungry, his hands still gripping her ass possessively.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”
He gave her a playful slap on the ass, the sharp crack making her yelp and giggle. “Get in the back.”
Maureen climbed off him slowly, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sound, still rock-hard and glistening with her release. The moment she turned to crawl into the rear of the Chariot, Don’s hand came down again — harder this time — making her ass jiggle and her move faster with a delighted squeak.
He followed right behind her.
The second she was on all fours in the back, Don gripped her hips and thrust forward in one powerful stroke, burying the full length of his thick cock inside her soaked sensative pussy. Maureen screamed — loud, raw, ecstatic — her back arching as he stretched her open again.
“Fuck—Don—yes!” she cried, pushing back against him.
He didn’t hold back. He fucked her hard from behind, hips slamming into her ass with deep, punishing strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cabin. Maureen’s arms began to shake, then collapse under the force of his thrusts until her chest was pressed to the floor, her ass up high, face down in complete submission.
She was screaming and moaning nonstop now, the sounds broken and desperate as he pounded into her.
Light from the storm passing overhead filtered into the Chariot, shedding lighting on their carnal pleasure. Outside, the coral-like rocks bloomed, almost as if in celebration of her screams. Tiny golden strands — delicate and shimmering — emerged from the mineral surfaces, attracted to the electricity still crackling in the air… and to the raw, sexual energy radiating from inside the vehicle.
What they didn’t notice was that the coral they had accidentally tracked in on the bottoms of their boots was reacting too. Small glittering blooms, like sparkly fireflies, began to appear in the cabin behind them. Attracted to the electric charge, they floated lazily up into the cabin. Drawn to the heat and perspiration of the couple they moved with purpose toward them.
One by one, they landed on Don’s flexing back and sweat-slick shoulders. The moment the tiny filaments touched his skin and melted in, a surge of electric heat shot through him. His pupils dilated, his heart hammered faster, and his muscles tensed with sudden, overwhelming power.
Don roared — deep, guttural, almost feral — his hips snapping forward with brutal force, driving his thick cock even deeper into Maureen’s quivering pussy.
“Fuck—Don—harder—please—!” she begged, voice breaking. “I’m so sensitive… it feels too good… don’t stop—!”
The glittering blooms continued their assault, flying over his shoulders to land on Maureen’s back and the curve of her ass. They dissolved instantly against her sweat-slick skin, releasing their chemical payload straight into her bloodstream.
The effect was instantaneous and devastating.
A wave of pure, heightened pleasure exploded through her nervous system. Every nerve ending lit up like a live wire. Her pussy clenched greedily around his cock, fluttering and sucking him deeper. The sensitivity was almost unbearable — every thrust felt electric, every slap of his hips against her ass sent sparks shooting straight to her clit.
Don felt it too. His cock thickened, this flesh grew more ridgit stretching over his shaft, driven by the blooms’ influence. He fucked her with raw, animalistic fervor — hips snapping forward, pounding into her with deep, brutal strokes that made her whole body jolt.
“Fuck, Maureen,” he groaned, voice thick with lust and awe. “You feel so good… so fucking tight and wet. I’ve wanted you like this for so long. Wanted to show you what you’ve been missing… what you’ve needed from your man.”
Maureen’s moans turned into continuous, broken cries. The blooms had eliminated any inhibitions holding her back. Her body was completely open to the pleasure, every thrust making her shake and whimper.
In the frenzy, her fingers clawed at the carpet floor of the Chariot, pulling at anything that could keep her grounded as she felt her body tensing, preparing for another orgasm. The bunched fabric pulled at the seams, shifting cargo as items fell. The high-definition cargo camera clicked on with a faint mechanical beep.
A tiny red light blinked to life on the console.
“Don—fuck me harder—I’m so fucking close—!” she gasped, pushing back against him, her ass rippling with every savage impact.
He reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in fast, firm circles while he railed her. His other hand slid up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple hard as he leaned over her, lips brushing her ear.
Don growled, one hand fisting her hair as he pounded into her relentlessly. “That’s it, baby… take every inch. Feel how deep I am? Feel how perfectly you fit me? I’m going to give you everything you’ve been missing.”
Don’s pace turned savage.
“Fuck—yes—I’m—I’m—!” she screamed, voice breaking.
Don’s hand cracked across her ass in a sharp, stinging slap. “Almost, Commander,” he growled, voice dark and commanding. “Hold on for me. Don’t you dare cum without me.”
Her hips pushed back desperately against him, his finger working her clit making her muscles flutter and clamp down hard to hold back the impending surge.
Don watched her struggle, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
Fuck, he loved this. He loved that his strong Commander was listening to him, taking his orders, fighting so hard to obey.
He slowed even more, then suddenly thrust hard and deep — a single, punishing stroke that made her scream.
“Fuck—your pussy is so tight, Maureen,” he groaned, voice rough with lust.
“Please—” she begged again, tears of overwhelming need in her eyes. “I can’t hold back… oh god, I need to cum so badly, Don—please—”
He fucked her with deliberate, teasing strokes — slow and shallow, then sudden, hard, deep ones that jolted her whole body. His grin grew as he watched her struggle, her face flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with desperation.
Don’s cock felt impossibly harder, thicker, every ridge hypersensitive as her quivering pussy squeezed him. He fucked her like an animal — hips snapping forward, balls slapping against her clit, the wet sounds filthy and loud.
Maureen was losing herself completely. Her moans turned into continuous, broken screams. Her body shook violently as another orgasm built fast and vicious. “Oh Don—Please—I can’t hold back any longer—” she whimpered, voice hoarse and quivering.
Don’s grip on her hair tightened. He leaned over her, his chest pressed to her back, voice low and rough in her ear.
“You’re mine now, Commander. Say it.”
“I’m yours—fuck—I’m yours—!” she sobbed, pleasure overwhelming her.
He slammed into her even harder, the head of his cock battering her deepest point.
“Not good enough. Tell me who owns this pussy. Tell me who your Master is Maureen.”
Maureen’s voice cracked, broken and desperate.
“You do—Don—oh god—You’re my Master—You treat this pussy so good—please—please let me cum Master—!”
The word “Master” snapped something inside him.
Don growled, deep and possessive, and fucked her with ruthless intensity — hips snapping forward, cock driving into her like a piston. His hand left her hair and wrapped around her throat, holding her firmly as he railed her.
“That’s right,” he snarled. “I’m your Master now. This cunt belongs to me. You belong to me. Say it again.”
“Master—Master—fuck—Master—!” she wailed, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“Good girl,” he rasped, voice thick with pride and lust. “Cum for your Master. Cum hard on my cock right now.”
The permission hit her like a lightning bolt. Maureen shattered.
She screamed — loud, raw, shattered — her pussy clamping down around him like a vice as her orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body convulsed, thighs shaking, back arching as she squirted hard around his cock, soaking his balls and the floor beneath them as the euphoria of cumming on his command crashed through her.
.
Don didn’t let her come down.
The moment Maureen’s second orgasm began to ebb, her body still twitching and her pussy fluttering around him, he pulled out with a wet sound and flipped her onto her back in one smooth, powerful motion.
She was still recovering — chest heaving, legs trembling, a dazed, blissful look in her eyes — when he spread her thighs wide and thrust back into her soaked cunt in one deep, claiming stroke.
Maureen gasped sharply, her back arching off the floor as he filled her again, the sudden fullness pulling another broken moan from her throat.
“Oh god—Don—” she whimpered, voice hoarse and quivering. Her cunt was still hypersensitive from the last orgasm, every ridge of his thick cock dragging along her walls sending sparks through her overstimulated nerves.
He fucked her steadily, deep and deliberate, watching her face with dark, hungry eyes as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest. “Still shaking from how hard you just came, and your pussy is already sucking me back in. You’re so fucking greedy for me, aren’t you, baby?”
Maureen’s nails bit into his back, leaving red trails as her body arched again. Her lips quivered, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. She could feel her third orgasm building already — too soon, too intense — her cunt constricting around him in rhythmic flutters she couldn’t control.
“I—Don—please—” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I want to feel you… I want you to cum with me…”
He leaned down, kissing her deeply, swallowing her moans as he continued to thrust into her with long, powerful strokes.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her lips, voice rough with lust. “Beg for it! Beg to be filled with my cum. This is what you need from your man, isn’t it baby?”
He slowed his pace just enough to edge her, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep and grinding against her clit. Maureen’s hips rocked desperately up into him, chasing the friction, but he kept her right on the edge — never letting her tip over.
She writhed beneath him, her moans punctuated with gasps as she pleaded, “Claim me! — Oh Don, you feel so good — Make me yours — please — my pussy — fuck — cum in my pussy!”
Her body was a live wire: thighs trembling violently, nails digging deeper into his back, back arched so sharply her breasts pressed against his chest. Her lips quivered as she tried to form words, her cunt constricting tightly around his cock, fluttering wildly as she fought to hold back the surging wave.
He plunged into her, grinding into her cervix, making her body jolt as he roared, “Here I come baby! Daddy’s cumming if your beautiful tight pussy!” He groaned as he felt his balls churning, his eyes closing as he felt the intensity of what he was holding back building at the base of his shaft, his muscles clenched, his hips thrusting in long deep strokes, then he howled “--- FUCK!!!”
“Yes! — Yes!--- Yes!!!” Maureen came with a shattered scream that matched his— her entire body convulsing violently beneath him. Her back arched sharply off the floor, nails raking down his back as her cunt clamped down around his thick shaft like a vice, pulsing and fluttering in powerful waves. She squirted again — hard — soaking his cock, his thighs, and the floor beneath them.
Don groaned deeply, the feeling of her spasming around him pushing him over the edge as he finally let the torrent he held back, go. His cock pulsed violently as he came — thick, hot ropes of cum flooding deep into her womb, filling her until she was overflowing. He kept grinding the head of his cock against her cervix, forcing every last drop inside her.
They came together — hard, messy, and completely undone — bodies locked, trembling, moaning each other’s names.
When the waves finally subsided, Don collapsed over her, still buried deep, his arms wrapping around her protectively as they both panted for breath.
The storm raged outside around them but in that moment nothing else mattered.
The camera light continued to blink silently, recording everything.
Neither of them had noticed.
Chapter 18: After the Storm
Maureen woke slowly, wrapped in Don’s strong arms in the back of the Chariot. The air was thick with the heavy, musky scent of sex, and the faint floral undertone of the golden strands that had dissolved into their skin. Her body ached in the most delicious way, a deep, satisfied soreness between her thighs that reminded her of every brutal, wonderful thrust.
Don stirred beside her, his hand sliding possessively over her hip. He grinned when he saw her eyes open, that cocky, satisfied expression lighting up his face as he remembered the way she had begged for his cock the night before.
“Good morning, Commander,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and lingering lust.
Maureen smiled back — a coy, knowing little smile that made his cock twitch against her thigh. The feeling of him filling her still echoed deep inside her, a phantom fullness that made her clench involuntarily.
“Good morning, Master,” she flirted back, voice soft and teasing.
Don’s grin widened. He leaned in and kissed her slowly, deeply, savoring the moment before reality intruded.
“We should probably check the equipment after that storm,” she said reluctantly, pressing one last kiss on his lips before sitting up.
Maureen reached for her clothes. They dressed quickly, but the air between them remained charged.
Don worked feverishly on the damaged hardware — the receptor array had taken a beating from the storm’s electrical surges. He recalibrated the amplifiers, replaced a fried relay module, and ran diagnostics while Maureen performed precise calculations on the portable console to ensure the array was still accurately aligned with the derelict Jupiter crash site.
They checked in with Will on the Jupiter.
“Mom? Don? Thank God — we were getting worried when the storm hit,” Will said, relief clear in his voice. “The array looks good from here. The storm may have helped shield our signals from the drones, but it also damaged some of the secondary relays on our end. We only have one clean shot at sending the decoy signal now. Once the drones enter the research facility’s vicinity, we’ll trigger the bounce to the derelict Jupiter. Any earlier and we might miss our only chance to save them.”
Maureen nodded, her mind already running through the variables. “Understood. We’ll hold position and keep the line open. It’s the best plan we have with the equipment we’ve got.
Will’s voice was steady. “Copy that. Stay safe.
“Any update on your father or Judy?”
“Penny’s still trying to raise Dad and Judy, but we haven’t gotten through yet.”
Don and Maureen exchanged a tense look. The mission was still on a knife’s edge.
Now they just had to wait.
Chapter 19: Outside the Chariot
Maureen leaned against the side of the vehicle, watching him work. She felt bold, playful, and still buzzing from everything they had shared inside. Her eyes traced the strong lines of his body, the way his muscles moved under his shirt.
She stepped closer, pressing herself against his back, her hands sliding around his waist.
“My big, strong man,” she murmured against his shoulder, voice low and teasing. “My Master.”
Don froze for a second, then turned slowly to face her. His eyes darkened instantly. Fuck, he loved when she called him that.
He pressed her back against the side of the Chariot, his body crowding hers. She could feel the thick, hard outline of his cock through his pants, already swelling against her stomach.
His hand slid up her body, gripping one of her breasts firmly, thumb brushing over her nipple through her shirt. His lips found her ear, voice gruff and commanding.
“Fuck, Maureen… you are so goddamn hot.”
She smiled, pressing her ass back into him, grinding against the thick cock that was already there to greet her.
“How hot am I, tiger?”
Don growled low in his throat, biting her earlobe sharply before grinding his cock harder against her ass.
“So hot I could fuck you right here and right now.”
Maureen’s breath hitched, but she pushed back against him, challenging.
“Then do it, Soldier. Stop acting like a pussy.”
Don’s eyes flashed with dark hunger. Fuck, what was she doing to him? Toying with him like this. He grinned — feral, up for the challenge.
He spun her around roughly, pressing her front against the cool metal side of the Chariot. His hands were fast and impatient, yanking her pants and underwear down in one brutal motion, exposing her ass and dripping pussy to the open air.
Maureen gasped, bracing her hands on the Chariot as he freed his thick, rock-hard cock. Without warning, he gripped her hips and thrust into her — deep and hard — burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke.
She screamed, the sound echoing across the coral forest as he stretched her open, filling her completely.
Don didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard and fast, hips slamming into her ass with powerful, punishing thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin rang out, loud and obscene in the quiet aftermath of the storm.
“Fuck—yes—Master—harder—!” Maureen cried, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust.
He gripped her hair, yanking her head back as he pounded into her.
“That’s my dirty little Commander,” he growled against her ear. “Taking my cock like the greedy slut you are. You love being fucked out in the open, don’t you?”
“Yes—yes—fuck me—fuck your slutty commander—own me—Master—please—!”
Don’s hand cracked across her ass, leaving a red mark as he railed her relentlessly. “Fuck that is hot Maureen! My slutty commander!.” His other hand reached around to pinch her clit, rubbing it roughly while he drove into her again and again.
He fucked her like he owned her — deep, hard, merciless — and Maureen took every inch, moaning and begging for more, completely surrendered to her Master. The wet, obscene slap of his hips against her ass echoed across the coral forest.
Maureen screamed, her hands slapping against the side of the Chariot for balance as he railed her.
“Fuck—yes—harder—Master—please—!” she cried, voice raw and desperate.
Don’s hand cracked across her ass in a sharp, stinging slap.
“That’s right, you sexy fucking slut. Take every fucking inch. This pussy belongs to me now.”
He gripped her hips bruisingly tight and pounded into her, the force of his thrusts making her face press into the Chariot, her breasts bounce wildly against the cool metal. Maureen’s hands gripped his forearms, her nails digging his arms, leaving red scratches as she tried to hold on.
Don snarled in pleasure at the sting, fucking her even harder.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Commander?” he growled, leaning over her, his chest pressed to her back. “You love getting fucked like my slut out in the open where anyone could see.”
“Yes—yes—I’m yours—you slut—fuck me—use me—Master—!” she sobbed, pushing back against him, her pussy clenching greedily around his cock.
He reached around and pinched her clit hard, rolling the swollen bud between his fingers as he slammed into her. His other hand slid up to wrap around her throat — not choking, but holding her firmly, asserting total control.
Maureen moaned louder, her body trembling as the pressure built.
Don bit down on her shoulder, teeth sinking in just enough to make her cry out. He pulled her hair back sharply, forcing her head up as he fucked her senseless.
“Beg for it,” he demanded, voice dark and commanding. “Beg your Master to ruin this tight little cunt.”
“Please—Master—ruin me—fuck me harder—please—!” she wailed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her face.
He pinched her nipples viciously, twisting them as he railed her without mercy. His cock battered her deepest point with every brutal thrust, the head kissing her cervix again and again.
Maureen’s body was shaking uncontrollably. Her nails dug deeper into his arms, drawing blood as she scratched him raw.
Don loved it.
“You are perfect for me Maureen! You are perfect in every fucking way!”
He choked her a little harder, just enough to make her head spin with pleasure, and growled right in her ear.
“Cum for your Master, babe. Cum all over my cock right fucking now.”
Maureen shattered.
She screamed — loud, raw, broken — her entire body convulsing violently as the orgasm tore through her like a lightning bolt. Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, pulsing and fluttering as she squirted hard around his cock, soaking his balls and the ground beneath them.
Don roared, slamming into her one final time and burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed violently as he came — thick, hot ropes of cum flooding deep into her womb, filling her until she was overflowing and dripping down her thighs.
He kept thrusting through both their orgasms, grinding deep, forcing every last drop into her as her body shook and milked him.
When the waves finally subsided, he stayed buried inside her, arms wrapped around her waist, holding her up as her legs trembled.
Maureen was a wreck — panting, whimpering, completely fucked senseless against the side of the Chariot.
Don kissed the back of her neck tenderly, his voice rough but affectionate.
“My perfect dirty girl,” he murmured. “You took everything I gave you.”
She smiled weakly, still trying to catch her breath.