Chapter 3: Rising Action
It was getting harder and harder to control himself, especially since every woman on the base seemed to be aware of his urges. They looked at him differently now, with a mix of fear and fascination. Some of them even offered themselves up to him, eager to satisfy his desires. Jon would try to resist but when they would knock on his quarters door with little clothing, jon would be powerless to resist time and time again. Fucking and breeding any woman who would offer.
That's all Jon could think about these days. Ever since returning from that godforsaken planet, he had been consumed by an insatiable hunger. It wasn't just sex he craved – it was something deeper, more primal. Something that would allow him to fulfill his destiny as a breeder.
Dr. Smith watched Jon closely, trying to figure out what was going on inside his head. She had seen the way he looked at her, the way he practically salivated whenever she was near. It made her uncomfortable, but she refused to show it.
Instead, she stayed calm and focused, determined to uncover the truth behind Jon's strange behavior. She couldn't help but wonder if he was really a threat to the rest of the crew, or if there was some other explanation for his actions. Perhaps he was simply a victim of the plant's effects, like all the others who had been exposed to it. Whatever the case, she knew that she had to keep a close eye on him, to ensure that he didn't cause any more harm.
Despite her concerns, Dr. Smith found herself drawn to Jon.
Despite his rough exterior and crude mannerisms, there was something deep beneath the surface that captivated her. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, with a mix of confusion and longing. Or maybe it was the fact that he seemed so vulnerable, despite his bravado. Whatever the reason, she couldn't help but feel a spark of something when she was around him.
One day, Jon was at the mess hall when he met Sarah, a petite,red headed research assistant on smiths team. Jon was filled with hunger once again
. He could hardly stop himself from drooling as he watched her walk past him towards the food line. Her tight black t-shirt hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her hourglass shape. He couldn't believe his luck when she turned around and smiled at him.
Jon walked over to her, his heart racing. "Hi," he said, trying to sound casual. "I'm Jon."
Sarah grinned back at him, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. "I know who you are," she replied.
"Everyone on the base knows who you are."
Jon winced. He hadn't expected that response. "Look, I don't mean to bother you—"
"It's okay," Sarah interrupted. "I saw what happened with the plant. We all did."
Jon felt a wave of relief wash over him. "So...you understand?"
She nodded. "We all do. It's not your fault. You were just doing what anyone else would do in your position."
Jon felt a surge of gratitude towards her.
"Thanks, Sarah. That means a lot coming from someone like you."
She laughed softly. "Don't worry about it. We're all in this together. Anyway, enough about me – tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do when you're not busy fending off alien plants?"
Jon smiled. "Not much," he admitted. "Before all this happened, I spent most of my time lifting weights and watching TV. Not exactly exciting stuff."
Sarah shook her head. "Well, there must be more to you than that.
Tell me something interesting about yourself," Sarah suggested.
Jon thought for a moment before replying. "Okay, here's something you won't believe. Before I joined the space program, I actually considered becoming a professional wrestler."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Really? Why didn't you go through with it?"
Jon shrugged. "I guess I just realized that it wasn't really what I wanted. Besides, I always loved science and exploration.
Their talk was cut short by Sarah being summoned to her station, as she walked away she couldn’t help but feel
an excitement inside her that she never thought possible. Was it because of Jon? Probably. He was a walking fantasy, tall, built like a god, and a hero to boot.
Jon returned to his quarters, his mind racing with thoughts of Sarah. He lay down on his bunk, trying to clear his mind and focus on his breathing. But it was no use – his thoughts kept drifting back to her. He couldn't get enough of her sweet smile and playful banter.
As the hours passed, Jon grew increasingly anxious.
He paced back and forth in his quarters, unable to sit still. His mind was filled with images of Sarah, her red hair swirling around her face as she bent over a microscope. He imagined her soft lips pressed against his, her body arching against his as he thrust into her.
Finally, he could take it no longer. He grabbed his jacket and stormed out of his quarters, determined to find Sarah and claim her as his own.
As he made his way through the dimly lit corridors, he could hear the faint hum of machinery echoing through the metal walls. Everywhere he looked, he saw reminders of the mission - posters and charts detailing the latest scientific discoveries, equipment scattered haphazardly across tables and floors.
But Jon barely registered any of it. All he could think about was Sarah, her smooth skin and luscious red hair. He pictured her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders as he drove deep into her.
He imagined her moans filling the room, echoing off the metal walls and reverberating throughout the entire base. It was all he could think about. He needed her. He needed her bad.
As he made his way towards her lab, he could already see her silhouette through the window. She was hunched over a microscope, her hands moving quickly as she examined some samples. Jon stood there for a moment, watching her in silence. She looked so focused, so intent on her work. It made him want her even more.
As he approached the laboratory door, he took a deep breath and steeled himself for what was to come. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, his heart racing.
Sarah jumped at the sound of the door opening, startled out of her concentration. She turned to face Jon, her eyes widening in surprise. "Jon!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Jon cleared his throat, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "I uh…I wanted to talk to you," he replied awkwardly.
"About earlier today…I just wanted to say sorry if I scared you or anything. It's not my intention to make anyone uncomfortable."
Sarah bit her lip, considering his words carefully. "It's okay," she finally replied. "You weren't yourself when it happened. And besides, we all know what you went through on that planet. None of us blame you for it."
Jon nodded gratefully. "Thank you," he murmured.
Sarah smiled warmly at him, her cheeks flushing slightly. For a moment, they stood there in silence, simply taking each other in. Jon could feel the heat rising within him, spreading through his body like wildfire. He couldn't remember ever feeling such intense desire before.
At last, Sarah broke the silence. "So," she said, glancing down at her samples. "How did things go with the plant?"
Jon sighed heavily. "They're not sure yet," he replied. "There's still testing to be done.
They want to see how well I've adapted to it all," Jon explained.
Sarah nodded, frowning slightly. "That sounds dangerous. Are you sure you should be involved in that?"
Jon shrugged. "I have to do something while they're working on finding a cure. Besides, they need someone who's been exposed to it."
Sarah sighed deeply, then asked “so this plant, it made you like, super horny huh?”
Jon’s face burned crimson at her bluntness but didn’t deny it “yeah, among other things” he muttered, looking away from her.
“Oh,” Sarah responded quietly, understanding dawning upon her. She paused for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Finally, she spoke up, her voice trembling slightly. “Do you..do you want to talk about it?” she offered hesitantly.
At first, Jon remained silent, lost in his own thoughts. But eventually, he turned back to face her, his expression serious. “No,”