The Cryo Widower's Awakening
Read the storyThe orbital strike happend without warning after Albert and his wife of 24 years just got done with sex as they rushed to the escape cruiser and shot landed near them killing his wife and sending shrapnel in his gut Albert was picked up by other people and taken to the ship and placed in a cryo tube that's the last he remembered after the lid sealed...I was scanning a sector of space when my sensors found a ancient ship when scanning it I found a fait life sign, when I boarded I found a cryo tube? And a form I've never seen before pale white different from my light blue life signs were faint,the the dreams hit me a memory he clung too a woman saying put that 9 1/2 cock in me. I decided I'd take him on board fix him and study him as he slept in could keep him under as long as I needed I discovered he was human they were wiped out 3 thousand years ago.i strip him down an I fix he wound, then I start to study him an appendage between his legs was 4 inches when I touched it grew to an astounding 9 1/2 inches two balls hung heavy under him, mating tool i thought, we had all the parts but we don't breed anymore, then his mind filled with him having sex and I get aroused the first time in my specis in centuries The cryo tube hissed as I pried its ancient seals apart, centuries of vacuum and silence giving way to the groan of dormant machinery. My ship's sensors had painted a ghost story across my console—a derelict drifting in the void, older than my great-grandmother's sagas, and inside it, one faint heartbeat. One stubborn, defiant spark of life. I found him in the deepest chamber, a tomb of ice and starlight. The tube was a relic, its glass frosted with three millennia of cold, and within it lay something I had only ever seen in the most forgotten archives. Pale skin, unlike my own luminescent blue. Hair the color of burnt copper, frozen mid-float. Human. The last of them. Wiped out three thousand years ago, their worlds turned to ash and silence. And here he was, dreaming. I took him. Of course I took him. I am a scientist, a collector, a creature of insatiable curiosity—and something else, something that stirred in my chest when I first saw his face. I dragged him to my ship, sealed him in a medical bay I'd built for a hundred species, and I began to work. The wound in his gut was a jagged ruin, shrapnel still embedded in the meat of him. I stripped him bare, my fingers tracing the lines of his body as I cleaned and sealed and healed. Muscle, tendon, bone—al