More #naked #erotica blogging and Inversion 1, excerpt 13

For your further delectation, I have another short extract from my forthcoming novel, Inversion 1, an erotic sci-fi blockbuster. For the story so far, see previous blogs - if you can't be bothered to keep up, you really don't deserve my help! Oh, okay. A crippled spaceship, thousands of light years from Earth, carries the last survivors of humanity. Half the crew of 4,000 - a number which constitutes almost all the men - are dead, the computer has lost its marbles, and there appears to be no planet suitable to land on. Alex5, the captain, prepares to say a final farewell to the dead.

Inversion 1

Beginnings

Excerpt # 13

Suddenly, inexcusably, my cock twitched and prodded her belly. I stepped away, embarrassed, but she pulled me to her again and kissed my mouth. It was all too fast for me to resist. Her whisper was hoarse and barely audible.

‘No… don’t worry… It's not just you; I feel it too. I'm incredibly turned on.'

'Erica, I... I'm sorry. I don't...'

'Don't apologise, Alex.'

Grief contorted her face, but she fought it. A fragile beauty returned. I hugged her once more, spoke gently into her ear.

''We've survived a devastating event. It’s that bond, I think, that pulls us together.' 

'Yes. You're right. I've felt it ever since you woke me.'

'You did incredible work. Thank you.'

'The training took over, blanked out everything, including the pain. Now it's all over, I feel...'

She bit her lip, steeled herself against a tsunami of sorrow. I whispered in her ear.

'I know. Counselling will help you. It will take time. And lots of it. If ever you need to talk...'

'What about you? Who do you turn to?' 

Her question took me aback.

'No one. As captain, it's my duty, my responsibility...'

'Do you pray?'

That brought a smile to my lips. Yes, I sometimes issued silent pleas aimed at no one in particular. And sometimes, as many did, I used the word God as part of an expression of surprise or disgust. But surely, after what we'd all been through, no one actually prayed?

'Not since I was a child.'

'Then who will share your pain?'

Her concern was palpable and the question apposite. Guilt was eating at me. And it was growing. Sleep was riddled with nightmares, while waking hours were punctuated by violent flashbacks.

'I'll cope. I'm captain. It's who I am; what I am.'

'Coping is not enough. It will destroy you. We both need to exorcise the memories; need to rid ourselves…’

Erica took my hand and pulled me towards the door that led to my adjoining living quarters. I resisted, not sure I understood what was happening.

'Everyone here is going through this, too. Many are still...'

I was about to say 'grieving', but that wasn't strong enough a word; it would have been an affront, both to her son's memory and her grief. I knew his death had all but destroyed her. Her eyes were pleading.

'Alex, don't deny me. I need this. I know you need it too.'

She stroked the bulge in my groin and I backed away, all the while shaking my head.

‘I’m sorry, Erica, this isn’t the time…’

But I was overpowered by her need - and by my own. She tugged my hand again and I surrendered, simply followed her to my bedroom. 

Inversion 1, a sexy sci-fi novel, will be published soon.