Mercury Rising - Sex Stories

Mercury Rising

... 'Yes. And I mean you. It is you I love. Not your hair, your face, your pussy, your tits. And not Sylvia. It's you.' I snorted a quiet laugh, tried to deflect the dazzling radioactive glare of his wondrous words. 'And why are you telling me this now?' He audibly shrugged. 'Because I wasn't sure till now.' I joined him outside the ship, clipped myself on and turned to look at the swirling planet below. Beneath the orange fog, the monstrous machines toiled tirelessly onwards, stripping and processing the surface. They had cut a wide swathe around the equator that, but for the dust they created, would be clearly visible from space. Today, as always, dust storms raged, their benevolent eyes the only points of calm. As I watched, one particularly wide eye swept across the terminator, from day into night, exposing a shimmering spangled man-made megalith. I pointed. 'Look! There! Just to the south, almost in darkness! Peeler One!' What a machine! What an achievement for we frenetic but fragile beings. His response was measured. 'Yeah. Amazing. But not as amazing as you. I fucking love you, Alicia Martinez!' The radio crackled 'Communications blackout over. Come in, Station One. Come in...' He squeezed my hand then coughed. Dark red splashes suddenly speckled the planet's orange glow. I gasped in wonder. 'Ben! Do you see that? Ben?' One moment he was there and the next, though he still floated beside me, he was somehow not. I tugged his lifeless arm; turned him to face me. His ...

... visor was cracked; the reflected stars were splintered and displaced. At the epicentre of the dendritic striations was a small black hole from which dark liquid sprayed as though from an aerosol. Frantically, I spun him around. The back of his helmet was similarly damaged and issued a similar fine spray. I wiped my speckled visor. Turned him once more. Held him. Pressed my visor to his and wept. A voice cried out. A tiny, distraught voice, as from one whose body I occupied though had somehow forgotten had ever existed. 'Ben! Ben! No! Oh, God, God...look what you've done! Look what you've done!' I stammered a silent reply. 'Me?' 'Yes, you! You brought him out here. Put him at needless risk!' 'But I just wanted to show...' The voice screamed at me. 'Stupid fucking bitch! Forever fucking showing off, aren't you? You killed him! You! You!' The screaming voice filled my head again. 'Get him inside. Quickly! The suit has enough oxygen to re-pressurise for at least a couple of minutes. There's still a chance! Do it!' I mentally shook my head. Actual words stumbled over my clumsy tongue. 'His brain is mush. He's dead. I can feel it...' Rattling in my throat and reverberating in my head, a piercing wail filled my helmet to bursting. It went on and on till my breath expired then started again. And again. And again. An insistent alarm slowly permeated the numbing grief. My suit was at its limits. I opened the airlock, untethered Ben's body and manoeuvred him towards the opening. I saw the ...