inky darkness of space filled the viewscreen. The tiny lights
that dotted the sky brought less light than the dials and gauges
of the control panel. The ship’s thrusters kicked on in an
automated burn for a few seconds. The scene in the viewscreen
shifted slowly, and a glowing, blue-green pearl of a planet
loomed into view, rising from below, filling the viewscreen.
Venus now in visual contact,” came the dry tone of the
time to set-down: 1 minute, 45,” called Captain Wagner in the
same dull drone.
Glaser replied. He set the clock for the rest of the crew. None
of them would be looking at it. They would all be plastered to
the viewscreens below, even more mesmerized than he was. Venus
was a luminous globe of swirling clouds and gases. It was
astonishing... beautiful... alluring—like “she” was.
dreamed of “her” again the night before. They all had: the
woman they called “Eve,” gesturing to them from the
undergrowth of a jungle planet. She had purplish skin, dark
hair, curves like Roman goddess, wearing leaves to cover her
breasts and pelvis like a temptation from the Garden of Eden.
They all wondered
how she could come to them, invade their dreams as she did, beckon to
them demurely across thousands of miles of empty space. The scientists
talked of tuned radio waves interfering with their brain patterns. The
crewmen talked of “psychic energy.”
“We have broken
the atmosphere,” the navigator announced. The clouds swirled around
them, thick and hazy, infused with a thousand colors. Then his voice
tightened: “I’m picking up a beacon.”
The spaceship Platinum
cruised low over the strange, overgrown landscape of Venus. It was
mostly jungle, with leafy plants in strange shades of green and red and
purple. Here and there, roads and other artificial structures were
carved out. Lights dotted the landscape, guiding them down... down... to
a large, open landing field.
There, a small
party welcomed them. Captain Wagner warned the men of the possible
dangers: hostility, disease, toxins. They knew the air would be
breathable, but only barely. To clear their lungs from time to time,
they would carry light-weight breathing units that could filter and
enrich the air. They would also carry phase guns.
The outer ship’s
door hissed and slid aside. Thick, acrid air met them. It made them
cough at first and take breaths from the filter units, but soon they
were peering through the sun-lit haze at the little crowd and walking
down the gangplank to meet them. It was hot, at least 90, even with the
sun obscured by the never-ending haze.
“Welcome, men of
Earth,” came an announcer from the loudspeakers. “You have traveled
far to our humble planet. We greet you as friends. Welcome to Venus.”
snorted. “They speak English.”
The crew of the Platinum
greeted the Venusians graciously. A translator made the introductions.
Their leader was M’sul, a stately woman of 50 or so, to judge by Earth
years, and with skin of a rich violet tone. Others in her party were
similar, more women than men, very like humans but for their strange
skin. Most were purplish to red; a few were yellow to orange. All were
dressed in light, robe-like garments, but some were open to reveal
nearly naked bodies underneath.
clearly had a different standard of modesty. M’sul herself wore an
open robe that revealed the curve of her heavy bosoms. Her translator, a
very young and beautiful woman, wore a casual wrap that artfully
concealed her pelvis, but little more. Her breasts were covered with
metal plates stamped into the shape of leaves.
hissed Laniston and jerked a nod to one side. Off to the side stood a
whole section of young women, all of them dressed only in the metal
leaves, looked very much like the Eve they had all seen. Suddenly it
occurred to Glaser that perhaps they had not all seen the same woman in
their dreams. Perhaps they each saw a different one, but this would soon
“There she is,”
whispered Coles, the navigator. And so she was. The young woman they had
all seen, moving from the crowd toward them. She was about twenty,
entrancingly beautiful, and graceful beyond Earthly measure. Her hips
swayed provocatively as she approached. Glaser took a drag from the
“I am Lyra,”
she said in a velvet-smooth voice. “I came to you in your dreams as a
representative of Venus. We welcome you and all men of Earth.”
The crew of the Platinum
traveled with M’sul and her party in open cars to a summit location, a
park-like complex of buildings and lawns lush with vegetation. Indeed
the route to the summit location was clearly carved out the surly
jungle, wild and verdant.
It turned out that
only a sparse few Venusians had managed to learn English from the radio
broadcasts that had been beaming their way for years, most of them
children and teenagers. Most of the older ones were a part of the
welcome party. The teens acted as servers and translators; the adults
acted as hosts.
Lyra and the other
scantily-clad women in the party seemed to be a special group. They
mingled with the men a little, but hardly spoke; this was
understandable: many of them had only a faint command of English. Glaser
caught Lyra’s eye once or twice. She gazed back boldly, but did not
speak to him.
It was tiring, of
course. M’sul and some others of her administration had much to say of
little importance. Glaser did gather the basics of Venusian politics
from their speeches. It seemed that Venus was a rich and thriving
planet, but not a utopia. It had its many assets—carefully
enumerated—as well as challenges—unnamed of course. There were seven
major nations, nearly all represented at the summit, but who was who was
anyone’s guess. Glaser thought he recognized some standoffishness in
some of the delegation, and some differences in dress and manner that
suggested foreign emissaries, but they were all so different from
Earthlings that it hardly seemed to matter.
they mingled with the diplomats, the Venusians asked many questions.
Some were innocuous: “Have you ever fathered a child? How many
siblings do you have?” but others were disturbing: “What is the
destructive potential of your space ship? What is your planet’s most
The Earth men
provided their own meal, of course, a hearty dinner of vacuum-packed
protein and vegetables in a nutritious but nameless mix no chef would
ever have chosen. Glaser had “pasta 47.” The captain had “beef
12” with “number 6 sauce.” Ahh, number 6 sauce—good enough that
it was rumored to be fattening.
The men were shown
to separate quarters. The captain protested at first that they should
return to their ship, but the quarters turned out to be cooled and
treated for a more Earth-light air mixture. The furniture was strange
but comfortable, reminding Glaser of Japanese style. There was even a
window, albeit one that looked out on a hazy evening sky with a small,
dull, gray moon.
The major stripped
off his uniform and took deep breaths of the clean air. He laid his
phase gun and other items on a low bench near the pallet-style bed and
began to do some stretching. It was good to have some time alone. The
cramped quarters of the Platinum allowed little privacy, and the duty
roster kept them all busy during the trip. This expedition was no
Earth-side orbit duty.
muscles stretched and contracted, releasing the tension in his body and
mind. He meditated on the depth of space and the vast gulfs between the
stars. He wondered if Lyra would come to his dreams tonight.
A strange sound
awoke Glaser from his light sleep. For a moment, he thought he had
dreamed the sound, but then his eyes adjusted the dim light of the gray
moon. It was Lyra, standing quietly beside the bed.
“Thank you for
coming to my planet,” she said softly. Her skin was deep indigo in the
moonlight; her skin shined where it caught the light.
explorers,” Glaser said. “We’ll go anywhere.”
The shapely girl
sat on the bed. The metallic leaves she wore as clothing shifted
slightly. “And do you leave part of yourselves behind?” she asked.
“What do you
She pulled down the
sheet to reveal his bare chest. She put her hand on his groin, feeling
his manhood through the thin fabric of his regulation shorts. “I mean
this. Your seed is compatible with ours. Do you spread your seed?”
Glaser was astonished. But the girl only smiled. She removed the leafy
coverings and showed him her naked breasts, her dark purple thatch of
pubic hair. “You can couple with me,” she said softly. “You can
put your seed inside me.”
She bent to kiss
him and found his mouth warm and willing. He pulled her onto him and
embraced fully, holding her full bottom, her full breasts. She smelled
flowery, fresh, and tasted like nectar. “Fill me with your man-seed,
Major Glaser,” she breathed. “Make my belly full.”
Her dirty talk was
making him hot and bothered. His prick was a proud rock, red and ready,
but his mind was reeling. “Why didn’t you speak to me at the
She caressed his
hard member. “I had made my decision. Spending time with you would
have got me into trouble. That was the emissaries’ time.” It
suddenly struck him what Lyra’s role was in the reception. They
weren’t a political organization at all. She and her band of young
lovelies were good-time girls sent to make the visitors happy.
aggressively, pulling off his shorts and kissing his lean, military body
up and down. She lingered on his taut abdominal muscles, his thick
manhood and hairy scrotum. She cooed as she caressed his balls, held
them heavy in her small hand, and looked up at him. “We’re
compatible?” he asked?
“Oh yes,” she
murmured. “The scientists say so.” She proved it by mounting him,
spreading her dark, moist vaginal lips and sliding down on his thick
pole with a groan. “Oh, Major Glaser....” she breathed.
Glaser held her
lovely naked body at the hips and let her rock back and forth on his
dick. Her alien pussy was very tight but incredibly moist and willing.
She rocked heavily and tossed her head, lost in the pleasure of taking
this man’s cock inside her. From time to time, she bent to steal a
kiss, soft and probing. She had sensual lips, full and womanly just like
her breasts. They swayed and bounced in front of him, tempting him to
take them, caress them, play with their dark purple nipples.
The girl rolled
over and urged him to get on top of her. Her wild mane of hair fell all
around her lovely face, and she alternated closing her eyes to savor the
ecstasy and opening them to stare into Glaser’s own. She was the
epitome of a luscious woman; the perfect siren to beam to the weary
space men in the night to hurry them to their destination. Glaser’s
body responded like a man’s body will to such a temptation. His strong
thighs pressed her into the bed again and again, probing deep with his
manhood into her moist, violet flesh.
“Oh!” she began
to moan. “Oh, Major Glaser! Oh! It’s wonderful!” She thrashed back
and forth in pleasure. “Deep!” she moaned. “Push it deep!”
Glaser jammed his
dick hard into her, his balls coiling up with hot jism. His breath
became ragged and heavy. “Oh yeah,” he grunted. “Oh, yeah. Lyra...
Lyra, do you want it inside you?”
“Oh, yes!” she
cried. “You must! Pump it inside me and fill me up with your seed!”
burst and pumped hot come through his achingly rigid prick deep into
Lyra’s flushed, violet body. Her pussy clenched and relaxed again and
again in orgasm. Her head thrashed from side to side, hair flailing
wildly. Glaser grabbed her chin and kissed her hard, leaning heavily on
her naked body, pressing their moist bodies together and mashing her
They kissed for a
long moment, tongues playing childishly along each other’s teeth and
lips. They lay side by side, relaxing, catching their breath. The
purple-skinned girl stroked his manly chest, nuzzled his cheek.
Then her small
hand, with its slender fingers, slipped down his body to find his
shrunken dick. “How soon again?” she whispered, and licked her lips.
In the morning,
Lyra was gone. Glaser rose and washed in a strange contraption that was
half-shower, half-bath. The user sat on a molded platform and was bathed
by a waterfall-like rush of water cycled by a hidden pump. A quick rinse
with fresh water left him feeling clean and refreshed.
The other crewmen
of the Platinum were equally slow to breakfast. And they all wore
the same wary, sheepish look that Glaser did. When their hosts turned
their backs, they asked each other how they slept with a nudge and a
nod. Even Captain Wagner seemed less of his irritable self.
Lyra and her
friends were no where around at first. Then in the middle of breakfast,
a few of them could be seen in the background, mingling among the
shadows and curtains at the far end of the room, which led into other
areas of the complex.
came the southern drawl of one crewman. He was staring at one of the
scantily-clad girls—one sporting a bulging belly.
snapped the captain in a low tone.
But it was of no
use. Another girl and another slipped into the room, both showing the
unmistakable roundness of a woman with child. “Dela?” one man said
quietly. And another: “That’s— That’s the girl who—” The men
were astonished. Glaser looked for Lyra. She had slid in beside M’sul
the leader, who sat in a throne-like chair observing the morning meal
stood and strode out into the middle of the room to address M’sul.
“Show me the woman called H’sel.” The stately M’sul turned to
Lyra, who stepped out from behind her to gesture to the girl. Lyra’s
belly had a gentle, curving bulge. H’sel stepped forward; she bore the
meaning of this?” Wagner demanded.
M’sul drew a deep
breath and launched into her story. Her translator worked hard to keep
up. “Our people have been weakened by radiation that has come to bleed
through the atmosphere since our period of industrial revolution. It has
made the males in our population largely unable to father their own
children. We have had to devote great amounts of our time and resources
to finding ways to increase our fertility and reproductive capability.
“What does this
have to do with us?”
“We are sorry if
our ways have offended you, captain. But our analysis of probes we sent
to Earth confirmed that your people are very much like us, compatible in
fact in the most profound ways. We had hoped that your seed would
impregnate our women and introduce new blood into our population.”
“You took us to
stud,” the captain spat.
“Each of the
young women obtained permission from her... donor.” M’sul looked to
Lyra for confirmation. Lyra nodded gravely and then glanced at Glaser
for a moment before averting her gaze.
“How did they...
conceive so quickly?” Wagner asked.
“They are all
part of our reproduction program. Most young women are. They take strong
doses of drugs to make them ready to conceive and to shorten the
reproductive cycle as much as possible. If all goes well, these women
will bear healthy children in just a few weeks.”
outrageous. This is a deception.” The captain paced back and forth.
Murmurs went through the ranks of the Platinum crew.
M’sul was taken
aback. “It was our understanding that your military men often
impregnate local women wherever they go.” She had him there. The
Venusians had clearly gathered a lot of knowledge from Earth radio
The captain went on
to protest the “deception,” and M’sul and the other leaders went
on to defend it as a simple “cultural exchange” for which permission
was requested and granted. And it was clear that they had every
intention of offering the same exchange every night the Platinum
was docked on Venus.
officers gathered in a small room they hoped was secure. They argued the
merits of leaving immediately and of “helping out” the Venusians by
extending their stay. In the end, the captain made the decision to stay,
but to order the men not to accept the hospitality of M’sul’s girls.
This was, it did not need to be said, an unlikely proposition.
The Venusians took
them on a tour of certain facilities (although not the reproductive
laboratories), and the eternal hot weather and continual filter unit
breathing wearied them all. At one point, Glaser’s car passed a park
where they could see a young couple making love on a huge leaf stripped
from a nearby plant. The guide took little notice until he saw Glaser
gazing. The girl was nude, her skin a reddish hue, and eagerly humping
her lover with abandon. When she finished with him, he rolled aside and
revealed... another man. This second lover mounted the girl readily and
plunged in with purple cock stiff and sturdy.
The guide shrugged.
“Any attempts at natural reproduction are... encouraged.”
That night, Glaser
took another relaxing shower-bath to cool off. He thought of that moment
as he soaped his own cock. He wondered what the Venusians thought of
masturbation: a sin, probably; or a waste—then again, perhaps a civic
duty.... Perhaps they all captured their semen, refrigerated it, and
dropped it off at the local reproductive lab twice a week. Maybe teenage
boys could even get extra credit in school for it: father a child, get a
As he dried off,
the door to Glaser’s quarters came open. It was an orange-skinned girl
with flowing red hair. She walked in boldly, wordlessly, eyeing his nude
body. She removed her metallic leaves to reveal wonderful, firm
breasts—artificially enhanced, he supposed now—and stunning red
pubic hair and vulva. She spoke little English. “I am Mesol. You love
now? You give seed?”
“Where is Lyra?”
an amused Glaser asked, sitting on the edge of the pallet. “Can you
The girl sat on his
lap, rubbing against his half-hard prick. “Mesol,” she murmured,
embracing him. Her body was warm and willing. He could feel her moisture
slickening the shaft of his cock. The sensation was decadent. “Mmmm,”
she purred, and raised herself up, pressed his face into her soft
breasts. She found his cock and slid down slowly onto it, holding the
half-hard shaft firmly to keep it from bending. She murmured in her
language as she impaled herself. Glaser kissed her red nipples. They
were brushed with something sweet and fragrant. He wished he had tasted
Lyra’s nipples the night before.
The girl gladly did
most of the work again, her tight pussy milking his cock as she bounced
up and down. Glaser’s shaft was rigid now, filling her completely,
making her groan in her alien language. “You want my seed, Mesol? You
want it inside you?” He thrust up into her, meeting her fleshy hips,
making her tits bounce.
“Yes! Oh yes!”
she begged. Glaser shot a load of baby-making come up inside her, making
her gasp and sigh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him
hotly. “Thank you, major.” He pumped warm spurt after warm spurt up
into her fire-red pussy with pleasure and kissed her small, sweet mouth.
When she dismounted
and started to crawl into bed with him, ready to wait for him to
recover, Glaser stopped her. “Lyra,” he said. “Bring Lyra. Get
Lyra.” Mesol seemed confused, rejected, but picked up her metallic
clothes to put them on. “Send Lyra here,” Glaser said.
Lyra appeared in
just a few minutes. She must have been close. She knocked before
entering, dressed now in the same sort of open robe that many of the
diplomats wore. They talked for a long time, about her life, her planet.
She confirmed all the things M’sul had said at breakfast and more.
“Have you borne
said, “artificially. It has never worked naturally for me. It’s very
rare.” She sounded as though she had done a lot of trying.
children have you borne?”
“Two. A boy and a
“What happens to
them? Who takes care of them?”
“You would call
them teachers... or nannies. They are professionals who raise the
children, mostly women. They raise two or three in their homes and teach
them most of their early lessons; then they send them off to schools
where they finish their education.”
“We call them
mothers, I think,” Glaser said. “Adoptive parents.” She looked
away. He pushed her robe open a little more. Her purple belly was
swollen just a little more than it had been at breakfast.
“It happens very
fast,” she said. “I will have to take more drugs; exercise.” She
laughed. “I am always hungry.” He caressed it gently, taking
pleasure in the warmth. “Do you have— Do you have children... on
Earth?” He shook his head, looked her in the eye. He kissed her. “We
shouldn’t,” she said.
pregnant. There’s no need.”
“We don’t need
a reason.” He kissed her again and pushed her robe off her shoulders.
Her breasts were already heavier and sagging with milk. He kissed them,
licked her nipples, and tasted the sweet cosmetic the women applied to
moaned, but her will was weak. She had been taught to want men, pleasure
them, accept them when they were ready and able. “Oh,” she
whimpered. “Oh yes.” He stroked her dark purple vulva and coaxed the
lubricant out. He kissed her and laid her on her side, away from him.
His cock was hard for her, throbbing to fill that hole again. She was so
much more than any other woman he had known; carefully crafted to be
alluring, perhaps, but even more alluring to him than the other women of
her group. He caressed her belly from behind and let his cock slide
along her wet pussy lips. “Enter me,” she breathed.
Lyra from behind and played with her clit as he did. She gasped hotly
and moaned in her language, giving herself up to the pleasure, the
decadent satisfaction of making love for the pleasure of it. She held
her bulging belly as he fucked her, whispering in her ear, “Do you
like the feel of man inside you? Do you want me to come inside you
again?” She gasped her answers and pushed back against him, groping
his muscular thigh and pulling him closer.
major,” the girl groaned. “Please fill me up again. Oh yes! Touch me
there! Stroke it!” Glaser rubbed her hard little clitoris furiously as
he jammed his dick inside her again and again. They grunted together as
she came first, moaning loudly and begging him not to stop.
boiled over and shot wads of semen inside her dark pussy. He kept
pumping into her, wet flesh slapping, while she held her swollen belly
and moaned. She thrashed about violently, making him grip her hard and
hold her in a tight embrace.
She calmed at last,
thanking him breathlessly for the multiple orgasms she had experienced.
They lay together until morning, sometimes kissing and caressing,
sometimes making love. But when he fell asleep at dawn, she was gone
again before he awoke.
breakfast was hardly different from the first: the sidelong glances of
the men, the lurking girls with their bellies full. But something was
different. Mesol had not become pregnant. She spoke quietly to an
official. He carried her message to M’sul.
The crew of the Platinum
all stopped eating and conversing as they sensed the mood of the room
change. The two guards who always stood next to M’sul suddenly took
Lyra by the elbow and began to usher her out. Glaser nudged the Captain.
“She’s the leader of the baby brigade. She’s... mine.”
woman we all saw in our dreams,” Wagner acknowledged. He stood and
approached M’sul. “Where are you taking her?”
“Lyra has been
arrested. She has broken our laws.”
Glaser demanded out of turn.
“She has taken
pleasure with a man in a manner unfit for reproduction.”
“But she was already... carrying a child!”
behavior is not acceptable in our society, Major Glaser. It is a waste
of life-giving substance. And in her case it could endanger her unborn
child.” Glaser looked at Mesol, who averted her gaze.
ridiculous,” Wagner interrupted. “This is a special case. Let her
stay. I don’t want her charged with any crime.”
intractable, but Wagner persisted. While they argued, Coles leaned over
to Glaser, “Isn’t there a way we can... bargain for her?” The
thought was comical: how much grade A Earth sperm was one pregnant
Venusian woman worth?
It might even have
worked, but suddenly, Wagner turned to Glaser. “Gather the crew. All
hands aboard the Platinum. We’ll see how they respond to—”
His orders were cut short by an electric zap and blood spurting out of
his chest. Glaser’s arm stung like fire, and he grasped it and grunted
in pain. The slug—or whatever it was—had shot clean through the
captain and grazed his second in command.
rushed to the side of their fallen captain. Behind them, M’sul’s
guards wrestled the gunman to the ground. He was crying out in his own
language. Glaser shot a look at a young boy nearby, who immediately
translated, “They’re leaving. You’ve chased them away. I’ll
never have my child.”
“What kind of
politics are you playing, M’sul?” Glaser demanded.
But M’sul was
already being rushed out of the room by her guards. She threw a glance
back over her shoulder. “Procreation is politics,” she snarled.
Glaser pulled his
phase gun and pointed it at the guards holding Lyra. “Let her go!”
The guards froze,
but did not go for their weapons. Another guard did. Glaser turned and
shot him down. The crowd cried out at the use of the strange Earth
energy weapon, and the orderly removal turned to panic.
Glaser grabbed Lyra
and pulled her away, threatening with his phase gun. Diplomats and staff
rushed this way and that, tripping over each other to stay out of
Glaser’s way. One small boy was looking all around and crying in
English. Glaser didn’t know if he was translating or expressing his
own feelings. “This is terrible! This is terrible!” he sobbed.
Glaser called to
Coles and the other officers. “Call all hands! All hands aboard the Platinum!”
But even as the
others rushed about, phase guns drawn, staring down purple and orange
security men, Lyra pulled away from Glaser. “I can’t go,” she
“I can’t leave
Venus! I am needed here. My baby is needed here!”
Glaser took her arm
again. “They think you’re a criminal! Come with me!”
she cried, her eyes overflowing with tears. “It’s too important! My
baby—our baby—is the only hope that’s left for us. Don’t you
understand? Venus is dying!” Glaser stepped back, still clutching his
injured arm. “We can’t keep breeding children artificially. It’s
too slow, too uncertain. We need new blood. You were our only hope!”
she cried. And then she threw herself against him. “But please,
someday, please come back!”
away, protected by his men, and led the crew out of the summit hall.
They commandeered vehicles to get their ship.
followed behind warily but did not take action. Captain Wagner was
loaded aboard gingerly, clinging to life, and the crew fired up the
engines. Laniston took the co-pilot seat while Glaser ran the check-out
procedure in double-time.
Glaser strapped on
his headset. “Estimated time to launch: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,
gathered below, passive and silent, in the same lookout area where they
had greeted the men from Earth so recently. The Platinum launched
herself skyward through the thick haze and pointed her nose for home.