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last how to twist the universe and unlock the gates to other dimensions. Joy suffused her spirit like pure light. Humanity was saved, saved from its own stupid errors.
    A touch woke her. The equations fled, along with her comprehension. She opened her eyes to find Zed bent over her, shaking her shoulder and looking concerned.
    “Why didn’t you let me sleep? I saw it—the way to bend space and make faster-than-light travel possible. Now it’s gone.” She sat up, shaking her head, and glared at the stocky extraterrestrial.
    “You were moaning and thrashing around on the bed. Almost like convulsions. We were worried.”
    “In any case, you’ve been asleep for thirteen hours,” Alyn added. In two strides he crossed the floor of Christine’s tiny quarters and seated himself on the bunk beside her.
    “Thirteen hours?” She searched her memory. The pictures it provided made her blush. Alyn’s platinum-crowned head buried between her damp thighs. Zed’s massive erection bobbing in her face. She recalled the salty taste of him, the silk of his skin sliding over her tongue, the metallic tang of his cum. She remembered writhing against Alyn’s mouth as he devoured her pussy. And there was more, much more—endless moments of shameful delight, pinned between them, Zed’s cock buried in her cunt while Alyn’s slender organ plundered her ass.
    Christine remembered it all, far more clearly than her fast-evaporating dream of quantum inspiration. Her body remembered, too. Her quadriceps ached as though she’d done ten kilometres on the treadmill. Her inner thighs were tacky with her juices and pleasantly sore. When she shifted to support her back against the bulkhead, little twinges of pain recalled the outrageous sensation of being stretched and filled in both her orifices. Fresh moisture pooled in her cleft despite her determination to stay aloof.
    “I guess you two wore me out.” She twisted out of Zed’s grasp, still bitter about losing the revelation from her dream.
    “That’s part of it,” Alyn replied, trying to capture her hand. She snatched it away. “I suspect it is also a side-effect of your time in stasis. The stress from your mishap outside the ship may also have had an impact.”
    “So how do you feel now?” asked Zed, stroking his half-erect penis. “We missed you, while you were sleeping.”
    Christine tried to feel annoyed by the alien’s apparently insatiable interest in sex. He was so beautiful, so hard and hungry-looking, so male, that she lost the battle.
    “Rested. Starved. And not for sex,” she added, noting Alyn’s cock was also swollen. “No more sex until I’ve eaten. And until you’ve given me some answers.”
     
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    “Do you eat? Human food, I mean.” Christine looked up from the salad she was assembling from hydroponic lettuce and freeze-dried carrots and tomatoes. Alyn and Zed lounged around the table, observing her every move. The standard coveralls she’d insisted they don did little to hide their strength and grace, but at least she didn’t have to be distracted by their straining erections.
    “We do not need food, but we can eat if we wish,” Alyn replied.
    “Want some of this?” The notion of satisfying her hunger while they watched made her a bit uncomfortable.
    “You should conserve your supplies,” said Zed.
    “Why should I bother? What difference does it make, whether I die in two weeks or two months?” She planted herself in one of the chairs and took a defiant bite out of her soy-cheese sandwich, then speared a lettuce leaf and thrust it into her mouth.
    “Do not speak that way. All life is precious. Yours is especially so, to us.” Alyn’s voice was musical and soothing.
    “And why is that? Why are you here?” Christine folded her arms and leant on the table. “Who are you? If you’re from some other planet as you say, how did you get here? What happened to your ship? It’s time for you to tell me the truth. The whole story.”
    Zed