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Click here"So you'll keep me in your camp just to please you and the other hot huntresses?"
"No," Tracee said, her voice trailing into a soft moan, "the other hunter chicks will have to get their own captives." She was sliding against him freely now, still mostly upright as Sparr continued to stroke and fondle her. "Huntress Rask doesn't feel like sharing."
Sparr didn't feel like sharing either. After more than his share of being passed around like a piece of meat he was ready for a more symmetrical relationship. "This captive happily submits to his hot huntress captor."
Tracee giggled, but didn't stop riding him. Her breath was taking on a ragged edge as pleasure began to chip away at her playful veneer. Sparr allowed delight to swirl around him as well. Being ridden was passive in a way that didn't always suit his appetites, but it did have advantages. When the woman was in control she used him in a way that drove her toward bliss faster than him. Sparr could lay back and watch her journey from enjoyment, to ecstasy, to release without cumming too soon.
"Mmm, I like that," Tracee said as Sparr fondled her, his grip on her flesh ever more insistent. She picked up her pace, brown hair tossing.
"Yeah," Sparr groaned, "it's really good right now."
"Oh yes?" Tracee leaned forward, pressing her body along his. "What do you like about it?"
"Your snug little pussy. So sweet."
"And what else?" Tracee's tongue found his ear, darting wetly against him while her ever more ragged breath caressed his neck.
"Your tongue, fuck." Whatever resistance he had was melting away. "What about you?"
"That fat cock," Tracee whispered, her mouth hovering sweetly against him. "Splitting me in two."
"Fu, huuck!" Sparr gripped Tracee's shoulder with one hand, an upper arm with the other, locking her in place. "Is that the only thing? Just my cock?"
"It's pretty fucking important, isn't it? And your hands on my body, too." She was trembling involuntarily. "Fuck, Alain! That thing, I want to feel you cum, feel you shoot into me."
"Gawwd," Sparr moaned. "Feel it then. Ride me until it happens, until I fill you. We'll cum together."
"Yeah," Tracee gasped. Her rhythm had built until she was slapping against him, using his body to drag them both toward release. "Fill me."
Sparr was ready. His session with Tracee wouldn't involve multiple positions, he wouldn't give her oral, they wouldn't even kiss. She had wanted dick, had taken what she wanted, and was on the brink. "I'm right there," Sparr said, his arms clamping even tighter.
"Yes, oh yes," Tracee panted. She slowed, gyrating on his cock, finding just the right angle. "I'm going to... I'm going... oh, fuck. Alain I'm cumming, oh fuuu..." She tensed against him, pussy clenching sweetly.
"Yeah," Sparr groaned. He held off as long as possible as Tracee used his cock, pressing it against her slick insides. But his resistance was depleted. After what could only have been a few seconds he tumbled into the abyss alongside her. "Oh gawwd, fawwwwk!" Hot cum pumped into Tracee's slit as Sparr gripped her mercilessly tight. "Hunnnh, fucking take it."
"Deep, yes!" Tracee panted. "Your cum." Their orgasms overlapped, Tracee shuddering against him as their ecstasy peaked. Finally she collapsed against him.
Spent, and basking in the post-fuck glow, Sparr stroked Tracee's flanks while his mind wandered through the jumble of memories that were his year on Kaybe. At no previous point in his life had he ever felt so alive, and so close to death. Lovers, friends, and companions had come and gone, as had slavers, assassins, and beasts. Moments of peace and security had been so rare they stood out like stars in the night sky. The extremes of lust and mortal peril had started to feel more the norm. Sparr's mind chewed on the paradox restlessly. Merely surviving on Kaybe had sharpened him, honed him into a different man.
Would that man ever feel whole back on Earth?
***
There was no better place to watch the shuttles as they ferried crew back to the Odysseus.
Sparr, Tracee, and Captain Fowler sat together on a small rise which ran along the edge of the camp not far from the command center. Fowler had arranged for a picnic, and Sparr had brought wine.
"This shit is so much better than the stuff we've been fermenting here!" Tracee said. "Is that why you're staying?" While most of the ship's crew were readying for their return voyage, Sparr had decided to remain on Kaybe to continue his mission.
"The wine, yes," Sparr said. He raised his glass in a mock toast. "Here's to Kaybe wine!"
Tracee happily took a swig from her glass, but Fowler only sipped. "It is good," he admitted. "How did you find it?"
Sparr chuckled. "Fellow I met early on. Guy wouldn't shut up about wine amphorae. Insufferable, but I guess some of it rubbed off on me."
"To amphorae!" Tracee said, lifting her glass. Without waiting to see if anyone would join her, she took another gulp.
"So why are you staying?" Fowler asked.
Sparr had come to expect the question. While plenty of the crew were staying on, they all had clear professional reasons to do so. Melissa Carpenter and her anthropology team would stay on to continue to document the experience of the original colonists. They had a linguist who had worked out an alphabet to cover the unique blend of English, Spanish, French, and Mandarin that formed the local language. There was talk of forming schools to reintroduce written language to the inhabitants. Others would provide security, continue to map the planet for resources which could be harvested without digging up plagues, and scout future colonization sites.
"I have more work here." Sparr knew the answer to many would be inadequate. Back on Earth he would have access to fantastically powerful tools even beyond those in his lab onboard the Odysseus. He would be able to begin the important work of defining taxonomies, separating order, genus, and species of the creatures he had sampled. Even if K2 Genetics sent him on another mission off-world, his legacy would be guaranteed. Yet Sparr was sure that wouldn't be enough. He would be leaving Kaybe with only a fraction of the genetic trove the planet surely held. Worse, he would be squandering the opportunity to further investigate the Originals and the genetic history of the planet. He alone had built relationships with the Precipice, and by extension, the Originals. By remaining on Kaybe Sparr might even learn what other worlds the enigmatic creatures had discovered.
"I don't know," Fowler said, examining the remains of the picnic. "Sure it's your work, but it's also five years of your life." The captain was referring to how long Sparr and the others would have to wait for their next opportunity to return to Earth. A colonization mission was already being organized but it was years away.
Sparr shrugged. "I'm more useful here. And anyway, as long as I'm on Kaybe, K2 Genetics can't send me somewhere else. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I don't intend to give it up so they can send me to some barren moon to dig for bacteria."
"I told you that you wouldn't be able to convince him," Tracee said. "I already tried." Tracee's attempts to influence Sparr had mostly consisted of seducing him. It was tempting, but once back on Earth, Tracee would be sent to the Alliance academy for further training, while Sparr would return to K2 Genetics headquarters. A long-term relationship wasn't going to work.
Fowler ignored Tracee's less than subtle implication about her and Sparr's sex life. "Well if anyone deserves to chart their own path it's you." He had warmed to Sparr over the past months as the ongoing investigation into Calista and Kevin's accusations had turned against them.
The three watched as a shuttle took off, ferrying another load of crew back to the Odysseus. Most of those making the return trip to Earth had already been placed back into cryo sleep. The next morning Fowler, Tracee, and the final few remaining Alliance crew would join them.
"I take it that a certain rock hunter and her accomplice are returning to Earth?"
"Yes," Fowler said with a sigh. "Happner was supposed to stay on, but I've found someone to take his place on the security team. And Ms. Brandt, if I understand correctly, has been recalled by K2 Mineral. The investigation against them will conclude on Earth, but I have a feeling that neither one of them is going to walk."
"Oh hey, shit!" Tracee said suddenly. "Isn't today Alain's birthday?"
"What? Today isn't my bir-"
"Oh, right," Fowler said, cutting him off. "It is. Tracee, don't you have a gift for him?"
"Yeah, back in a sec." Tracee had already leapt up and started back toward the cluster of official buildings that made up the camp's core.
"It isn't my birthday," Sparr muttered.
"Humor us," Fowler said. "We're leaving tomorrow, and on your real birthday you were probably fighting in the arena or smashing drones."
"Or helping design ships, or hunting polar bears..."
"Right, exactly. By the way, whenever you do get back to Earth you should go on the lecture circuit, or write your memoirs or something."
"I was thinking of a field guide to Kaybe species, but thanks for the encouragement."
"A captain's duty," Fowler said. "Foster professional and personal development in his crew."
"I'm not Alliance crew."
"True enough, but you are a captain yourself now."
Sparr searched Fowler's expression for any sign of mockery. "What do you mean?"
"Tracee isn't the only one who gets to give you something on your birthday." He presented Sparr with a slim data cartridge.
"What is this?"
Fowler allowed himself a rare smile. "I'm transferring custody of the Sea Otter to you. K2 Mineral only paid for one-way transport of that thing, and without Calista here there's no one else with a claim to it. Plus, as I understand, the entire thing, including its custom drones, is configured for genetic collection. You'll put it to good use. This card will add you as a fully-authorized operator."
"Shit! This is awesome!" Sparr said, forgetting himself in the moment. "I mean, sir."
Possession of the sub would aid immeasurably in his search for more species. The logs he had already reviewed proved that Calista had moved about the planet impatiently, more interested in covering as much ground as possible than performing a thorough search. Sparr knew how to take his time, scanning for signs of life, and waiting to observe them before plotting the ideal approach for getting a DNA sample. What's more, with the sub he could move from coast to coast, including the Portal and back, without having to call for shuttle transport.
Spaar was about to more formally thank Captain Fowler, but the man was distracted, looking past Sparr back toward the camp. Sparr followed his gaze.
Tracee was walking toward them, a sly twist to her smile. An animal little larger than a dog followed, loping along with the exuberance of youth. Sparr gave it a closer look. The animal had solid hindquarters with heavy, bear-like paws, but its front legs and head were more dog-like, down to the round, lively eyes and wet nose.
"He looks like Bogg," Sparr said, his throat already tight with emotion.
"He is Bogg," Tracee said, grinning. "Or at least as close as you'll get. We cloned him."
The animal, still a cub, approached him, sniffing at the scent of Kaybe chicken on Sparr's fingers. Sparr scratched at the animal's muzzle, eliciting a familiar groan of pleasure. "Oh my god," Sparr said, no longer able to control his tears. He hugged the animal until it wriggled free.
"I'm sorry," Tracee said. "I should have warned you."
"No, no... it's okay." Sparr wiped the wet tracks from his cheeks. "This is really sweet."
"You sure you're going to be okay?"
"Yes," Sparr said. Again he reached out, mussing the animal's fur, as it rolled playfully on the ground. "We're okay.
"Bogg and I will be okay."
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Author's closing note.
This marks the end of Lost Colony. It is by far the longest series I have written, and I learned a good deal along the way. Several people helped make the story possible. First and foremost I want to thank my editor, L. Her encouragement, attention, and patience were invaluable. I would hand each chapter over to her, quite confident that it was ready. Each time she would politely identify scores of ways to improve it, including spotting many gaffes that should have been painfully obvious to me. Without L, Lost Colony would not be the story that it is. I also consulted with other Lit authors at the beginning. Their suggestions helped me get on the right track.
Those of you that offered supportive and/or constructive comments along the way have my undying gratitude. Kind words go a long way toward motivating me and taking the edge off of uneven ratings.
If you have any questions about the story, my writing process, or would like to provide me with feedback, I have started a in the story discussion portion of the bulletin board. Please join me there to provide feedback, ask questions, etc.
- COMMENTS
I wish I had discovered this story while the chapters were still being released, but the upside to reading it now is that I didn’t have to wait between chapters. Fantastic tale. I was using Lit’s tag system to find a new type of story to read, and it led me here. I’m very glad to have found it. Thanks for sharing it!
I could not put this story down. You wrote an excellent story that included some sex rather that a story all about sex. Great job.
Wow i have read the entire series over a couple of days and although at times i found bits a bit jumpy which could be improved by a short series of astericks and a note like approx (insert time frame here) it is otherwise a wonderful story 5*
Skipped over every flashback scene and most of the sex scenes. I don't feel that I missed anything important to the story. The flashbacks and sex scenes just seemed like fillers to me. The ending wasn't very satisfying, with the two bad guys being shipped back to earth rather than receiving their just desserts. Still, the world-building and the (main) story were compelling enough to keep me reading, so thanks!
BRUH
I wouldn't return to Earth either, especially if I had a newly minted Bogg to explore an alien planet with! It do be sad tho, the gal with the cybernetic eyes is leaving. Seemed like they'd have been a good fit together.
If you ever decide to write a second story, either continuing the main protagonist & his exploits, or simply a new story in the same universe, you'll have a reader in me, you can bet on it.
It's an interesting concept, the idea of a space-faring species' newly founded colony being so harshly setback. Whatever future colonization happens on Kaybe, it'll be done proper now, which is good. The token system and the automated manufacturing facilities & associated tech from the first generation of colonists, I think makes for an excellent dystopian/sci-fi backdrop. The tokens that hold data and blueprints for 3D printed weapons, vehicles, and everything you'd need for a new colony, it's a grim reminder indeed of how far the society has fallen. They use these same mass-produced tokens to buy & sell human slaves, which is rock bottom for our species if you ask me.
Theres something about ruins of former civilizations that tugs at the psyche of all humans. Almost like our subconscious minds telling us to look, to see what mistakes were made, see the fate of those that came before us, see it and understand it, so that we may not repeat it.
5 out of 5, would nutt again 😂👍
Ummmm not sure I can be as effusive with my praise as the others at best it was readable but frankly not particularly compelling and the worst part was the protagonist. He frankly wasn't particularly likable, noble, intelligent or intimidating? I mean a big part of following a story is that your interested in the characters. I frankly liked Bogg and Tracee way more than 'Sparr' I mean come on really Sparr?
The other really annoying thing was the dialogue your the smartest guy in the planet but your internal dialogue sounds moronic half the time?
I'm genuinely not trying to shit on your story but for your future stories think how you want to tell it and why 1st person or 3rd person it makes a huge difference.
An original and compelling story. 5*s all the way, except for 1 chapter where it decided that it was only 4* and wouldn't let me change it.
This is one of the best examples in my experience of that famous meme- what was it again.. came for the boobs, stayed for the story?
I really loved this book! It has so much depth, and the world building was on par with classics like Edgar Rice Burroughs' Pellucidar books. The main character was relatable yet well suited for the role of heroic role model. The sex was varied and interesting, and didn't lose its thrill over the course of the story as I have found to be the case in some other series.
My only disappointment is that I probably won't be able to share this story with anyone without significantly damaging my upright and moral reputation, lol! XD XD
Great story. I'd love to read more about Sparr staying longer (Bogg to of course)
Thanks for writing and sharing this story.
Well done. You avoided using lame/predictable/ubiquitous devices solely to move your plot line, and stuck to creativety & uniqueness, instead. This is the sign of someone who is dedicated to the craft, and is willing to put in the necessary work; something not seen enough on Lit, or in the rest of the literary & entertainment world.
Thanks for sharing your imagination, and especially, thanks for all the work it takes to put together Lit submissions.
A thoroughly enjoyable tale.
GeoD
I’m don’t normally read these sort of stories but I must say I enjoyed reading this one . There was so much going on you never knew what was going to happen next. I actually worked out Calista was the one trying to kill him earlier in the storyline it was quite obvious really. The ending wasn’t what I was expecting. Plus I was hoping he would end up with Tracee they deserved each other but the Boog puppy was a nice touch. You really should reconsider and do a book two as someone else suggested, there’s sooo much more to this story actually… ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
A well conceived and well written story congratulations and thanks for the entertainment
It was grandiose ! I so wish it was longer, but enjoyed the ride very much.
Thank you for this (master)piece ! ❤
Great great story just enough of adventure along with some sex. Great job.
Unbelievably fantastic story. I would happily buy a printed copy. You’ve created a world so rich and diverse, it would be a shame not to follow sparrs exploits… uncovering how the Originals traveled through space and perhaps having Alain jump through that wormhole would be exciting as well! I love how you brought Bogg back to life… we definitely need to find out his genetic makeup… and how or who breeds him.. or encountering a wild pack of Boggs! Sparr definitely needs a steady girlfriend. Check on his child with the Hot Asian Huntress!
Of you cut down on the sex, added more back story, I believe you have a decent novel
Diamond hard so Five diamonds.
Thank for a great story From all of this story Aliens polar bear coat is a hard won trophy. I hope gets to sale the sea with Janius. Also built with hard wood. I hope to find another chapter of the Ark series, are the clones a one time thing ?
Bravo!
I felt like reading something from Jack Vance - along the line of the World of Durdane.
Well done. This is a compelling world, an engaging story and it is beautifully written. Please keep going on this style. It really sets you apart.
Just read the series end to end. Imaginative and original. Thank you for one of the best stories I've read on Lit.
Just finished it. Awesome story. Captivating and entertaining from beginning to end. Great job!!
This story is clearly a masterfully crafted work with each sentence and paragraph formed to describe the unknown world and its wonders. The story definitely deserves 10/10.
If I could offer a plebs critique to this incredible work it would be as follow:
The good- very good set of characters, erotic sex scenes, great descriptions, a creative story and flawless writing
The bad- The part of the main character choosing to be a money launderer seemed out of place.
The ugly- The worked lacked balance. The author shoved 7lbs of descriptions into a 5lb bag. The descriptions while on point and elaborate were too many to enjoy. By the end of a sentence the reader had forgotten what the beginning was about. It cause them to have to back track and couldn't savor the description the author started with. (At times it felt like reading a dictionary entry) The next part that lack balance was the lack of joy itself in the work. The main character's joy only surfaced when he was discussing his love of cataloging and classifying the new species. While I know this was a hardship tale, the joy was too infrequent to keep the reader involved. These elements left the reader trudging ahead at times instead of being caught up in the tale.
Again this technical masterpiece deserves every praise that can be heaped on it. Thanks for sharing this tale.
What great story! Complex characters, wonderful story line, great dialog, seems like quality work like this could get published?! Just a thought?!
Great story. I just wanted to share my appreciation and say thank you for sharing it.
Very nice story, I really like that it is so involved, but also has an end. Excellent message of balance by the way. My only critique is that a little too much story, (15% - 30% less that what you did), on the relationship between Spar and Calista.
Well deserved on the monthly win. Great reading
great story well put together and the 12 minute difference was a great twist
Great series, believable creatures, good plot and lots of twists and turns for the main character. I am happy he got Bogg back also.
Absolutely loved the story. Now that he has the support of the Alliance per se I can only imagine what he can do. Help the chief huntress with her illness. Now that he knows that the sounds are the Original's language he should be able to use a drone or such to detect the vibrations and have the translator update the database and use some device to be able to more easily communicate with them. That should in turn allow him to get more insight to more frozen museums and such. I'm just curious if he goes and busts up the Omm racket and slave pens. I would love a sequel detailing his next 5 years but I understand you may be done with this world you have created.
It would be nice if he went to find the temple cook and buy/free her. He needs someone to travel with and who better than a good cook. Also if he had a molecular printer to make the air car, it would seem to be likely to find a molecular sieve. Basically a filter for liquids. Filters out specific molecules while letting others pass. It's the SciFi equivalent of Britta filter. For the short term money making opportunities it would have made shitty alcohol into very high quality booze, or even just 100% ethanol that could be mixed with clean fruit juice or something. But then for long term opportunities, if he could built enough and put them in areas with steady wave or tidal action he could "mine" dissolved heavy and rare earth elements out of sea water. No need to dig up silver, gold, platinum, thorium, scandium, yttrium, and neodymium. All the stuff you need to make CPU's. We don't need much but it's rather hard to find when mining for iron... which should be found pretty easily on any of the other semi-local astronomical bodies. There is really no reason to mine bulk metals on a planet. If I was to stay behind I would want an engineer friend and a printer. There wouldn't be much he couldn't build with sand, organic feed (just carbon and hydrogen) plus some rare earth metals.
Good. I’m glad you have more stories in mind for Kaybee even if they don’t get serialized. You have certainly primed a world for a David Weber or Eric Flint to move into.
Thank you so much for a really fantastic sci-fi story with just the right amount (and detail) of sex! As some of the previous commenters have said, it would be amazing for a follow on story perhaps with a trip to another planet discovered by the Originals that you hinted about? It would be nice if some of the characters that Sparr met could be incorporated....
All the best, Julian
I'm sorry to see the series end. I was fully vested in the different story lines. I hope you not only continue to write, but consider a second book on the further adventures of Alain and Bogg!
Well done. I've been following since Part 1, looking forward to each episode, and enjoying each one. You have done a great job. I hope you have the bones of a new story bubbling away, and I will be looking for it.
Great story. Other than the strange method of overriding security protocols merely by sounding desperate, I could find very little to criticize. Well constructed, well thought out, well told. Like Anonymous, if you ever want to do a deep dive into the future unfolding of Kaybe culture and development, I think it would be a fascinating journey.
CJ, thank you so much for your kind words, and your support as I started the story. Your up-front advice definitely helped, even if the story took some unexpected directions!
Anonymous: Thank you! Along the way I thought of some new stories that could be told on Kaybe, so… maybe? But right now I need a break from writing series.
Wonderful tale - my only complaint is Callista and Kevin got off too lightly imho, they DID try to kill Alain. But it is your story and tyvm for sharing, now we all will be waiting with bated breath for the next episode of Alain's adventures on Kaybe!
Hmm. I don't know where to start with this.
Overall, it has been a *fantastic* story and I'm very sad to see it go. Your world building has been a great pleasure, and each chapter has been a thrill.
I think my only complaint overall would be pacing. I'm not sure if part of that is the format of publishing in short chapters, but... Particularly with this final chapter, it feels like it could be two or three times longer with ease. (And honestly, I'm mostly just upset because my justice boner didn't get properly satisfied; the resolution felt very rushed and not actually, you know... Resolved.)
I would love to see this story become a published work, and if it does, I would love to see many, many scenes expanded. You built such a wonderful collection of characters, it feels like we never got to stay around long enough to truly get a feeling for them.
Now, all that being said... At the end of a story, if my only complaint is that I want more, it means the author did a damn fine job. I hope that you're proud of the work you've put into this story, and that you can see what a wonderful tale you've woven. I look forward to the next story you publish, and hey... If we occasionally get vignettes from Kaybe, I won't be sad.