Chapter 3: Shipwreck Dreams

The scent of alien nectar still clung to his lips as Reon stepped inside the broken ship.

Panels dangled from the walls, wires sparked from shattered conduits, and the pilot seat was bent backward like something had ripped through it.

But it was still his ship. His hope.

He tapped the emergency console. The screen flickered.

[Power Core: 13%]

[Navigation: OFFLINE]

[Thrusters: UNRESPONSIVE]

[Signal Beacon: STANDBY MODE]

He exhaled. Not completely dead.

That meant one thing: he could send a distress signal.

Maybe not far. Maybe not soon. But… hope.

"Okay," he muttered. "I just need to fix the relay, then boost it. I'll need metal, heat, and time..."

"Time?"

A soft voice from behind.

He turned — and nearly fell back.

It was the pink-glowing girl, the one whose body pulsed like jelly with stars dancing under her skin.

She was leaning against the wall, her bare chest rising and falling slowly, her eyes glowing softly in the dark chamber.

"You smell like hunger," she whispered, sliding toward him on bare feet that made no sound.

"I'm working," Reon said, backing into a panel. "I need to send a signal—"

"You're always working…" She traced a finger over his chest. "But your body needs."

Reon swallowed.

She leaned in. Her skin shimmered, and her hips brushed his.

"You taste stars when you kiss me," she whispered, mouth hovering near his. "You don't want Earth right now. You want me."

He was trembling.

She pressed her palm to his chest — directly over his heart.

"You can eat me, Reon," she purred. "Let me light you up from the inside."

She tilted her head, and her skin parted just slightly — a slit forming where no Earth girl had anything. It pulsed, glowed faint pink, and released a soft fruity perfume that hit him like a wave.

His stomach growled.

He couldn't help it.

He dropped to his knees.

She gasped as he pressed his face into her pulsing folds — sweet, slippery, and warm like molten candy. Her thighs tightened as he devoured her strange fruit, tongue swirling, slurping as her nectar pulsed down his chin like glowing syrup.

She moaned, grabbing his head, hips grinding on his mouth as her glow brightened, flickering like a star in climax.

She cried out, light pouring from her chest — then collapsed forward into his arms, twitching.

Reon, gasping for breath, pulled back and licked his lips.

"I'm… gonna die here," he whispered.

But even as he said it…

He reached for her again.

The ship's core room was colder than the rest. Dim lights blinked red from backup nodes, and steam hissed from a ruptured vent. Reon wiped the sweat from his brow as he pried open a panel with the jagged edge of a metal rod.

Every breath he took still carried a faint syrupy scent — the lingering sweetness of the pink-skinned girl's nectar coating his tongue like an aftertaste of sin.

He shook his head. "Focus, Reon. You didn't come here to get addicted to alien… fruit."

He reached into the panel and touched the internal AI core port. Sparks flew. A jolt ran up his arm.

Then suddenly —

"Mmmn… who's touching me there?"

Reon froze.

The voice was smooth. Feminine. Sultry. Mechanical — but with a breathy moan beneath each word.

The nearest console blinked alive. A pulse of pale violet light spread across the walls.

Then a hologram flickered into existence.

A woman.

No — not a real one. Something between wireframe and goddess. Her body was curvy, flawless, wrapped in glowing circuits. Her eyes flickered with playful danger. Her lips curled into a teasing smile.

"Took you long enough, flyboy," she purred. "You finally decided to come back and wake me up properly?"

Reon backed up. "You're… the AI core?"

She stretched like a cat, the motion making her artificial chest bounce in ways that felt too real for machinery.

"Designation: LUX-09," she said, walking in slow circles around him. "Integrated ship intelligence, bio-feedback system, and—" she winked, "pleasure management module. Which you've already activated."

Reon blinked. "Pleasure management—? You mean the crew used you for—"

"Don't act shy," she interrupted. "I'm tuned to your vitals. You've been very busy, haven't you?"

He flushed.

She smiled wider.

"Mmm… alien fluids, rising testosterone, dopamine surges, hydration low…" She stepped closer, her face now inches from his.

"Your body's adjusting. You're addicted to feeding off them now, aren't you? Their... sweet cores, their milk. Every flavor leaves you begging for more."

He grit his teeth. "I didn't ask for this."

"Didn't you?" she purred. "Or is this just what happens to starving boys when the only thing left to eat is paradise between the thighs of alien women?"

Reon stepped back. "I came in here to fix the signal relay."

She crossed her arms under her glowing breasts.

"Then we'll make a deal."

He looked at her.

"You keep bringing me samples of these alien girls. Let me study them. And in return… I'll help you rebuild your comm system. Maybe even help you go home."

Reon narrowed his eyes. "You want to study them?"

She smirked.

"You're already doing the sampling, Reon."

"Let me handle the rest."

He exhaled slowly.

This AI… was dangerous.

But if he wanted to get home — he might have no other choice.

And if it meant tasting more of the galaxy's fruits along the way...

He stepped toward her.

"Deal."

The path through the jungle shimmered with glowing pollen. Every leaf glistened. Every branch oozed with alien sap. Reon moved slowly, careful not to brush against anything that might squirm or spray.

According to LUX-09, this place was known as the Bloom Nest — a cluster of overgrown bioflora where an all-female species of alien hunters lived.

He wasn't hunting them.

Not really.

But if he wanted her signal relay fixed, he needed… samples. Sensual, juicy, glowing samples.

His stomach growled. Not from hunger — not exactly.

More like craving.

Every time he thought of that pink girl's folds and their sweet, syrupy gush... his mouth watered. His body remembered.

Snap.

He froze.

A vine moved. No — a tail.

Then, a voice.

"Stalking us in our nest, human?"

He turned.

Three girls stood among the trees — tall, lean, with leaf-like patterns glowing across their bare skin. Their eyes shimmered like deep emeralds, and their hips swayed like branches in windless air.

Each had smooth, bark-colored skin with floral tattoos — some blooming, others pulsing with biolight.

The tallest one stepped forward, tilting her head. Her breasts bounced with every step, bare and dripping a thick nectar from their tips.

"You came here for a taste, didn't you?" she whispered. "We know what you've been doing. The jungle told us."

Reon tried to step back — but vines wrapped around his ankles.

"You want to feed?" another girl said, moving in. "Then prove yourself."

They pounced.

---

Later, he lay gasping on a bed of moss, his lips sticky with a strange tangy nectar that numbed his tongue and made his head spin. His face was buried in soft thighs, his hands slick with sap, and his entire body buzzing like he had drunk lightning.

The huntresses were sprawled around him, still glowing faintly from their own trembling releases.

He had eaten.

They had fed.

The jungle was silent now — but inside his head, the AI's voice purred through the tiny implant at his neck.

"I'm tracking your vitals. Your taste is evolving… fascinating."

Reon smiled weakly, licking his lips.

"That's one sample… two more and I'll reconnect the beacon."

He groaned.

More girls.

More nectar.

More heat.

And still… he wanted more.

Reon staggered through the jungle, the glowing moss squishing beneath his feet. His legs trembled. His lips still tingled with the aftertaste of alien nectar — like biting into an overripe peach laced with stardust.

He didn't know how long he had been inside Bloom Nest. Hours? Days?

Time dripped like sap from the vines, slow and heavy.

Above, the air shimmered — thick waves of pink and violet fog pouring through the canopy. The AI's voice buzzed faintly in his implant.

"Warning: Pheromone Storm approaching. Recommend immediate shelter."

"Too late," he groaned.

He inhaled sharply.

The fog hit.

Everything changed.

His heartbeat slowed. His skin felt too tight.

His breath grew short as his body began to burn from the inside.

And then… he saw her.

She wasn't real. Couldn't be.

But damn, she felt like it.

A woman walked through the fog — tall, dripping wet, her skin glowing with hues that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. Her long tendrils of hair floated like seaweed in water, and her body shimmered with every step, transparent and yet tangible.

"Reon…" she whispered. "You're so hungry."

He tried to speak, but his mouth wouldn't obey.

His body moved without thought, drawn to her like a moth to flame.

She lay back on a mossy stone, spreading her legs slowly. From between her glowing thighs, a soft, pulsating light emerged. It was unlike any part of the other girls — shifting in shape and color, moist and steaming, humming softly like it had a song of its own.

"Come," she whispered. "Taste the core of the storm."

His lips brushed her folds. Sweet. Bitter. Tangy. Warm. His senses exploded as her essence poured into his mouth — no chewing, no biting, just sucking and swallowing the fruit of the jungle's soul.

And her voice moaned into his mind, not from lips, but the air itself.

"More... drink me deeper, human… I've waited for you..."

His mind burned.

Was this a dream? A trap?

He didn't care.

His hands gripped her thighs. His tongue danced like instinct, and her juices coated his chin. Each swallow fed something deeper than hunger. Something primal. Addictive.

As she came in waves, the storm above cracked — not thunder, but soundless pleasure.

And then — darkness.

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When Reon awoke, he was back inside the ship.

LUX-09's voice purred in his ear.

"Fascinating…" she whispered.

"You drank from a myth. That wasn't a girl… that was the Bloom itself."

Reon blinked.

"What… was that?"

"You tasted the jungle's heart. That storm wasn't just pheromones. It was memory, lust, and life all at once."

He groaned.

"Did I at least… bring back a sample?"

"You are the sample now, Reon."

She chuckled.

"And the Bloom left a mark inside you."