All characters in this story are 18+
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Soft footfalls thudding against the metal floors in the Space Station Elysium woke me from a deep slumber. Daddy. My clit pulsed to life while my body remained heavy with sleep.
Ever since Daddy had decided it was time for my IUD to be removed, he'd dutifully come into my room every morning at 0500 hours to take my temperature and check the position of my cervix, rubbing my mucus between thumb and forefingers to see if I was fertile.
He even had a stud already picked out to impregnate me; a handsome, hearty, war veteran named Patrick Willis. Lieutenant Willis had saved Daddy's life during the last insurrection on Earth, dragging his Captain out of a burning military base after rogue missiles blasted through the walls, destroying the infrastructure and setting fire to the building. Willis had done it out of duty and loyalty, but Daddy insisted my body be the good Lieutenant's reward. I'd be forever grateful to Willis for saving my father's life, but it was Daddy's sperm I wanted inseminating my eggs.
Wakefulness spread into my limbs as Daddy pressed the passcode into the number pad outside my door, the familiar rhythm calling my daily duties to the forefront of my consciousness. Today, I had to administer a mathematics test to the children living on the station and then take the under tens to the pool for swimming lessons. But I kept my body perfectly still as the locking mechanism clicked to life, the door sliding open with a whoosh. If I moved, I would throw off my basal body temperature and Daddy might not be able to tell if I was ovulating.
To be honest, I didn't need him to check my temperature to determine if I was fertile. I was. I'd been insanely horny the night before and had stayed up late playing with my butt, pussy, and clit. My toys were there in the bed with me. I had left them there when I was done because I wanted Daddy to see them.
I closed my eyes as he stepped into the room, my breath slow and deliberate as he approached the bed. The door closed behind him. Desire flooded my loins and my skin flushed hot. He stopped at edge of my bunk and pressed a thermometer to my forehead, the device beeping as it took my temp. I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the dimness.
My sleeping quarters were a stark, utilitarian misery. Off-white Berber carpet matched off-white walls and my furniture consisted of an ugly metal nightstand, desk, and wardrobe. Daddy wasn't ranked high enough to get a window. The starry expanse of space was terrifying to behold from the inside of a space station, but I often found myself staring out into the abyss, mesmerized by my own insignificance.
But at that moment, I didn't need a window.
Daddy stood over me, tall, broad-shouldered, and so fucking handsome with salt-and-pepper stubble on his cheeks. Dark hair grew over the breadth of his chest and trailed down over his stomach, disappearing beneath the waist band of his gray, military issue pajama bottoms.
I smiled up at him as the device beeped one final time. "Good morning, Daddy."
He held the thermometer up, blue eyes widening as he read the results. I wanted him to hold me down and fuck a little blue eyed baby into my waiting womb, my pussy moistening at the thought.
Instead, Daddy slid the thermometer into the pocket of his pajamas and typed something into a tablet. His cock twitched beneath the soft fabric. I knew I was fertile.
He set the tablet on my nightstand and sat on my bed, the thin mattress sagging beneath his solid weight. "Today's the day, Sophie. You're ovulating."
I threw my blankets aside, my glorious, naked young body on full display before him. My white magic bullet vibrator and a big purple dildo rolled against my thigh.
"Really, Daddy? Check my cervix just to be sure," I murmured, spreading my legs wide.
The recycled air was cold on my smooth, bare pussy. I shivered. Daddy had said Lieutenant Willis would go down on me if I shaved.
Daddy's eyes glazed over at the sight of my naked sex and a blush crept up his neck. He didn't mind eating a hairy snatch. The trouble was convincing him to do it.
He swallowed and turned away, opening the drawer on my nightstand to pull out hand sanitizer, pumping the clear liquid into his hands. The strong scent of alcohol burned my nose. He paused, eyes drifting to the wastebasket I kept by my bed.
"Why are there used condoms in there?" he asked, turning to glare down at me.
I grinned, brushing my hair out of my face. "I like to start with my butt. I slide a condom over my dildo so when I switch from my butt to my pussy I don't get dirty."
The blush spread from his neck to his cheeks. He cleared his throat and adjusted his crotch before exchanging the hand sanitizer for lube. The lid snapped open with a click and he squeezed a pea-sized amount of thick, clear lube onto his middle and index finger.
I scooted to the edge of the bunk, holding my knees to my chest while I waited for him to put the lube away and move in front of me. Our eyes met and my pussy throbbed. That daily work out was the highlight of my days in that bleak place. The scientists running the operation said it would take two more years for Martian terraforming to be complete. If Lieutenant Willis managed to put a baby into me, the child would be barely walking when we moved down to the red planet's surface.
Daddy's eyes were locked on my young, needy pussy.
"You ready?" he asked, his voice a sexy rasp.
He liked sliding his fingers inside me more than he would ever admit.
I smiled. "Yes, Daddy. I'm always ready for you."
He sild a warm, rough hand down my leg, resting at the point where my thigh met my hip.
A wave of pleasure spread to my tender clit and aching pussy, making me sigh.
Daddy was always so gentle. He rubbed my opening, warming me up before pushing a single finger inside me, stopping when his knuckle bushed my entrance.
I squeezed his finger as tight as I could, my gaze drifting down to his crotch. An erection jutted out from his groin, making a tent of his pajama bottoms.
"My pussy feels good, doesn't it, Daddy," I teased.
He glared down at me, the hard-on beneath his bottoms twitching. "You better watch your mouth. This is serious. We only have a few days to plant the future in your womb."
Daddy had completely bought in to the General of the Armies propaganda. The time had come for humanity to colonize Mars. Earth burned, but the best of us had been chosen to populate our new home.
"I want your future in my womb," I whispered, cupping my achy breasts.
All the propaganda was a bit much for me, but I was a good girl who did what her Daddy said. He wanted his descendants to spread across the universe. I wasn't completely convinced a species that poisoned an entire planet in the span of only a few generations deserved a second chance, but Daddy's happiness was the most important thing in the universe. I owed him everything.
He scowled and squeezed my thigh. "Don't get smart. You're not too old for me to turn you over and whoop your ass."
I opened my mouth to say I'd rather he turn me over and fuck my ass, but he plunged another finger inside me, making me quiver and moan. His fingers were amazing against my sensitive vaginal walls, but his big, fat cock would be even better.
He moved his other hand away from my leg and pressed on my abdomen, just over my pubic bone. He ground his knuckles against my opening, fingers flexing and twisting as they probed for my cervix.
I whimpered and squealed, the strength and power in his touch turning me on just as much as it hurt. Daddy's cock strained against his pajama bottoms. Pain shot from my cervix into my uterus and spread deeper into my abdomen when his fingers finally found the barrier to my fertile womb.
"Oh, Daddy," I whined.
