Under His Command: Episode 1 (Erotic Space Opera)

By Chelsea Chaynes

Commander Phillips was never supposed to be the leader of the known remains of human civilization. After the Gleon's laid waste to Earth, he had no choice but to take command of and escape on the Starship Galaxy, plotting a course to a new, habitable world. Reterra, for the lack of a better term, was the dream he sold to his crew. He knew it was just that, a dream, something on the periphery of reality that clutched at the fringes of possibility but it gave them hope.

With Lieutenant Bex, and Dr. Levy at his side, he would soon confront deep space horrors beyond his wildest imagination placing the survival of humanity at stake once again. Together they could overcome the terrors of deep space, but only as a team, as a family... after all, it's a brave new world and fortune favors the bold.

WARNING: This 20K world novella contains steaming hot erotic content, adult themes, and is for mature audiences only!

Erotica space opera, threesome erotica, science fiction erotica, sci-fi erotica

• Language: English
• Publisher: Supernova Erotica
• Release date: Apr 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005009243

Chelsea Chaynes

Hello everyone, I'm Chelsea Chaynes!What can I say? I have a dirty, wildly vivid imagination that keeps me busy. I strive to create the most imaginative, thought provoking erotica on the market while pushing forward new boundaries and ideas. Writing is my passion, something that you will understand every time you "buy it now."When I am not writing stories for you, my beloved readers, I am crunching numbers for the "proverbial" man. When I'm especially tired of debits and credits, I'll sneak in a word or two at work. Ssh... It's our secret.I love thinking about science, the concept of alien life and the myriad of mysteries the universe has stumped humankind with. I also enjoy psychology, the motivations of people, and the pitfalls of the modern, electronically connected society. These themes, among others are commonplace in my stories.Thank you for reading my stories. Without you, the reader, Chelsea Chaynes doesn't exist. I understand this and truly appreciate all your support.Have a great day!Follow me on Twitter @[e-mail] - questions, comments or criticism appreciated!Chelsea

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Under His Command

Episode One

An Erotic Space Opera

By

Chelsea Chaynes

Copyright 2022 by Chelsea Chaynes

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Chapter List

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 1

Earth-Days Passed: 1275 Days / 3.49 Years

Time: 0800

Population: 12,219

Location: Somewhere between Earth the TRAPPIST-1 Planetary System

Distance Traveled: 22.89 Light Years out of 40.75

Commander John Phillips sat in his cramped office, folders and star charts strewn about his desk as he poured himself another glass of the fleet’s finest moonshine.

Fuck this ship. Fuck it straight to hell!

He slammed back the moonshine and gagged. It was a three-moonshine morning and as the booze hit his veins he began to recollect about the past, as he always did in his private moments.

How did we miss an alien force below us, among us, and above us at the same fucking time?

In a burst of maniacal rage, he threw his moonshine glass against the wall, which shattered into a million tiny pieces and scattered on the floor like twinkling stars. He screamed into his ripped bicep to muffle the sound of his hatred for this new, screwed up life.

It was one of those days.

Underneath the strength he portrayed was an aching weakness and a longing for something resembling the past. As much as it killed him to admit it, he was stuck in the grip of an unfathomable depression that nothing and no one could break.

A loud knock on the Commander’s door snapped him back to reality. Who the fuck is it?

A female’s voice wavered with anxiety. Commander, it’s Lieutenant Laura Bex with your weekly report, may I enter?

He paused for a moment to regain his composure before rising to open the door. Come in, Bex. What is it today, are we slashing toilet paper rations again? I’m sure the crew will just love that.

She giggled a bit and looked at him with puppy dog eyes. As far I know, Commander, the toilet paper rations are just fine.

Her crush was obvious but so was her fear.

His humor returned to pangs of anger as he scanned her body up and down, taking in the sight of her curvaceous ass and perky breasts held tight in her Space Force uniform.

To say she was sexy was an understatement.

Black hair.

Blue eyes.

Handfuls of ass and tits.

The thought of fucking her made his dick as hard as steel. At the same time, her presence made him miss his wife who perished in the Gleon invasion of Earth, and while the Gleons were a distant memory, the scars that were left from the invasion ran as deep as the marrow in his bones.

Bex leaned in just a bit. Commander, are you ok? You’re as pale as a ghost.

He cracked a smile. Don’t you worry about me, I’m fine. Get on with your report. I’m busy today.

He wasn’t.

Nervous as hell, Bex composed herself and began to regurgitate her pre-planned spiel. Our… our life support functions are in the green. Food, water, and oxygen rations are running around 99% of capacity. Our Parsec drive is respooling and currently at 82% of charge. We are still on course for a rendezvous with the TRAPPIST system in 729 earth-equivalent days.

He sighed. Two more fucking years of this shit? Fan-fucking-tastic, Bex! Let’s just call that good news for a change and go on about our business, shall we?

She paused for a moment. Well, there is one anomaly I need to report.

He sighed deeper this time and grabbed the bottle of moonshine. Anomaly? What fucking anomaly?

There’s a respiratory virus in the Mining Sector.

Concern sparked in his eyes. Virus? Have we initiated a quarantine?

Yes, Sir. The miners self-quarantined when they noticed people getting sick. It’s nasty too, not something we want at a wider berth. We don’t believe there to be any contagion beyond the miners. It’s contained.

He cut her off. No, you think it’s contained. You don’t know shit, I can tell. Why the fuck wasn’t I notified the moment this emerged?

She deflated. I… uh…we just found out about it yesterday. We thought it was the flu but this morning, well, we realized it wasn’t. We didn’t think it would get out of control like it did.

His anger simmered. Out of control? I thought you said it was contained. Why are you trying to bullshit me? Jesus fucking Christ!

She was terrified. It’s not like we have an epidemiologist on board. It’s being researched as we speak by the brightest minds in the United States Space Force. There’s just a lot we don’t know: its incubation, its lethality, its origin, its genetics, how fast it spreads, how it spreads, how fast it kills.

Did you say kills? This shit fucking kills?

She nodded. "Yes. We have confirmed forty-five cases on a