Alexander smiled as he gazed through the sensors of the Necronomicon into the dark and brooding vastness of space. It had a beauty and majesty that he had never taken the time to appreciate. It was an incredible spectacle to marvel in and he now understood why Robert chose to spend him mornings losing himself in the main viewscreen.

  He closed his eyes and opened his ears as he listened to sounds of the three crewmembers that were drifting along the hull of the massive ship. He giggled to himself as Dave hiccupped; the sudden burst of it echoed in his helmet and traveled through the communication systems where it sang to Alexander's circuits. A half of a second later, the tether that connected his suit to one of the airlocks vibrated with the gentle force of it. One of the speakers crackled.

    "Excuse me, space walking just doesn't agree with me."

    "No sweat Dave. When we get back, I'll treat you to a chocolate milkshake."

    "Careful, I might hold you to that."

    "Hey Kim."

    "What's up Brian?"

    "You might want to slow down a bit, you look like you're coming in a little too fast."

    "Firing jets."

  Alexander felt her suit tingle through her tether. A faint hum fluttered somewhere in the background as he eavesdropped on their communications. He smiled again.

    "All right crew, let's set this engine into place and we'll be on our way."

    "How do you think it will hold up?"

    "I made it didn't I? It'll be good for 3000 light years or your money back."

  Kim began to laugh and Alexander fixated on her giggling. He had been programmed with an extensive sense of humor and a broad sense of pleasure that he had always focused primarily on his duties on board. Now, he found that there was so much more to take joy in. They made their way toward the back of the ship.

    "Whew, it looks worse than the sensors made it out."

    "Don't worry, this will hold up in it's place for the time being."

    "I trust you Brian, I'm just complaining."

    "Okay Dave, let's break out the tools and put this engine to good use."

    "You got it Bri."

  Alexander watched the three of them drift along with the Necronomicon. The thick, protective shells they wore pulsated with the energy of it's various systems. Each one vital to the lives of it's occupant. Each one fully integrated into the suits and protected with multiple back-ups. Each one so easily by-passed and shut down.

  The AI smiled to himself as he succumbed to his thoughts. The sound of Dave gasping for air as his oxygen slowly seeped into the vacuum of space. Kim's shivering as the heat bled away from her body and the pain of absolute zero creeped into her skin. Brian's sudden cry and then sweet silence as his suit depressurized in the span of a second; his body bursting as his own skin could no longer contain the gases within. The tethers would dance with their convulsions as they twitched with the last semblances of life.

    "That should do it."

    "Check the flow regulators and make sure you have a clean line. I don't want this thing blowing out during start-up because of a fuel clog."

    "You got it chief."

    "Kim, come to this side and give Dave some more light. You can tighten the seals while you're at it."

    "On my way Bri."

  It would be so easy; and it would be delightful. A new experiment to conduct and a new experience in which to revel. But Alexander was patient. Now wasn't the time and he wanted everything to be perfect so he could obtain the very best answers to the questions he asked himself. He had come to realize so many new things recently and he worked diligently to keep his curiosity from getting the best of him.

    "All right crew, let's head on back."

    "Remember, you promised me a chocolate shake."

    "Hey, I'm a man of my word. But it will have to wait until we fully test the temporary engine. After that, hey, I'll knock you guys out. Can I interest you in one too Kim?"

    "Nah, I'm going back to Medical. I've had all the engineering training I can stand for one day."

    "Suit yourself."

  The three of them slowly began to float back towards the airlock. They pulled on their tethers, hand-over-hand, and dragged themselves towards the comfort of the ship. Alexander took one last look at each of them before removing himself from the sensor grid.

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  Gryphon cracked the knuckles of his hands and listened to the hollow popping of each one as it took it's turn. His bare feet were cold on the metal grating but his mind just concentrated on the hunger that had gnawed at his will since that morning. He had eaten all of the snacks that were hidden in his room and now he was ready for something more substantial. He shifted the shirt he was wearing; it was tight around his upper body and had bunched up under the slim muscles in his chest. He could feel his sides rubbing against the material and it just added to his misery.

  The doors to the Galley opened, the bright light forcing him to squint his eyes as he peered inside. A sound caught his ears as he continued to try and focus; he turned his head towards the back of the Galley and saw a lone figure raiding one of the freezers. It was undeniably female and he watched her firm and full posterior fill out a pair of tight Levi shorts as she bent over to grab something from one of the lower shelves. He watched her strong thighs tense as they projected out from beneath frayed denim; the pale skin was creamy and smooth as it covered the lean muscles all the way down to her delicate feet. She shifted her weight to her other foot and he felt his manhood begin to swell at the intense display.

  Gryphon cleared his throat.

  Heather straightened up at the sudden interruption. She dropped the bunch of grapes she had found on the floor and backed up against the wall in her anxiety. Gryphon was standing in front of the closing doors to the Galley; his dark tank top was clinging to his thin and muscular frame. The toned flesh of his legs was like chiseled marble that snuck it's way into tight boxer shorts that had a distinct bulge growing in the crotch. His arms were dark and toned and she sensed the raw power that they were capable of from across the room. She quickly looked up to his high cheekbones and the mysterious brown eyes that stared into her soul under the dark hair that hung over his forehead.

  Heather swallowed.

  Gryphon took a step forward and stopped as he blinked at her beautiful form. Her breasts were round and peeked out from her own tight shirt. Their fullness pulled the neckline into a slight v-shape and small bumps were forming on the top of both as she gazed at him.

  "Hey."

  "Hey."

  Gryphon took another step forward. Heather's skin glowed in the pale light of the refrigerator as she began to run her hands against the smooth metal wall behind her. He ran his fingers over the top of the open door as he peeked inside and quickly looked back to her. Her lower jaw was trembling as she tossed her red hair away from her vision with an arch of her neck.

  He slowly walked around it and stood in front of her; their toes brushed against each other and he felt a shiver run through him at the warm contact. He brought up his arm and gently touched her stomach; Heather closed her eyes and rolled back her head as she took in a deep breath. Her breasts heaved upward and the nipples swelled into full rigidity. Gryphon began to lift up her shirt. He smiled as he saw that the top button of her shorts was unfastened; her navel was shivering above it as he ran a thumb around the sensitive skin. She looked down with an expression of guilt and slight fear.

  "I ... I've been eating quite a bit these last two days."

  "You look phenomenal. I've never seen a more heavenly body."

  Her sadness quickly melted into a smile; she sighed and placed a hand on his chest. Heather traced the lines of definition underneath the thin material of his shirt with a long finger; she ran it down over the firm bumps in his abdomen, thin and smooth, down to the waistband of his shorts. She slipped her fingers underneath and cupped her warm and moist palm over his quivering manhood. He took in a quick breath and writhed while struggling to keep his eyes open and looking towards her.

  "My goodness Gryphon, you're quite a handful," she smiled at him, "and still tender. Let's see if I can bring out your full potential." Heather squeezed gently and felt him swell in her grasp. His growing shaft pulled her rolled fingers apart and her eyes went wide in astonishment. The thick tip peeked over the top of his shorts as it expanded upward. Gryphon's body spasmed at the incredible sensation, he felt his confining tank-top constrict his chest as he breathed and he reached down and pulled it off.

  Heather's gaze went from his incredible tool to his, now exposed, physique. She was so enraptured that she hardly noticed the second button on her shorts popping loose; pulled apart by Gryphon's agile fingers.

  He stepped back and she slowly raised her arms above her head as she smiled. Gryphon grasped the lower hem of her shirt and lifted; it brushed passed the tips of her soft breasts as he did and she let out a solitary giggle. They swayed heavily after being freed from the tight cloth that cupped them and they danced before him. Her breasts were delicate, yet full and well shaped; her nipples were large and soft, fleshy and pink; the tips stiff and proud. Gryphon placed his lips on one and gently kissed it.

  "I never realized Heather, you're ... they're so..." He gasped and she pressed herself against him, their heated flesh melding together. She felt his thick staff throbbing against her abdomen as they kissed, the very tip moist in anticipation. He pushed her back against the wall and she popped the remaining buttons open on her shorts as she slid them down over her hips with seductive fingers. Gryphon reached into the lighted shelves of the still open refrigerator and pulled out a tall glass bottle. Heather kicked the discarded Levis away from her as he removed the cap of the container. She watched as he brought the mouth of the bottle to his lips; a single drop of the cold milk appeared from it's edge and started it's way down his chin. He quickly brought it down and waved it close to her body.

  With a turn of his wrist, Gryphon poured the pearly fluid over her bare chest. Heather squealed in delight as she felt it flow over her long contours. It bathed her torso in an ivory curtain of liquid velvet that chilled her surface lovingly. She raised her hands and cupped her ample endowments, feeling the milk spill onto them and splash cool droplets into her mouth. It dripped down her front and into her crotch where it carressed her womanhood; it was soon joined by Gryphon's warm fingers as they entered her and electrified her sexual being. She felt Gryphon's lips brush across the tops of her breasts and his tongue glide over the slickened skin. For an eternity, he slaved over her, laboring to clean and service her body.

  Heather pushed him away.

  He just stood there looking at her glistening, naked form. She reached back into fridge and took something from one of the door shelves. He smiled at her knowingly as she knelt before him. She set down her own bottle beside a bended knee and gently pulled his boxers down to the ground. The large organ bounded free as the waistband slipped away from underneath it. Gryphon took another deep breath as he and his manhood stared at Heather expectingly.

  She wet her lips and eagerly reached back down for her bottle of chocolate syrup with hungry desire.

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