intriguess
sexual catalyst
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Humans lived longer, travelled more, and enjoyed relatively good health. On the down side, fertility rates were down, with more people unable to have children or having bad timing, as well as a diverse number of genetic and environmental factors that contributed negatively to fertility and conception.
Finally the Biological Imperitive had been put into place, it was a simple thing, a body sensor that alerted women to their own fertility as well as the availability of a suitable partner. Only fertile humans had sensors, and it had become a burden and a sign of prestige.
There was one other component, when a woman was at peak fertility and a highly compatible male was nearby both sensors released increased hormones into both humans. It was meant to drive them together and most of the time it worked.
Right now Makla wished she didn't have to wear the damn thing. The silver band glowed around her left wrist, flashing and beeping. She was alone on her ship and the thing must be malfunctioning she thought, as the hormones surged through her body. She did the only thing she could think of, she set her ship to autopilot to take her to the nearest available planet or port. The damn thing would keep flooding her system with desire for three days or until she had sex with the person whose sensor was also going off. She was hoping to find someone or something to make those three days tolerable as she headed for her sleeping quarters nearly ripping off her space suit as the fabric was frustrating rough on her suddenly engorged nipples.
Makla slumped into her bunk and began masterbating, the ship letting her know she'd reach a destination in a few hours. She growled her frustration and opened up the shower, hoping the water and sonic pulses would ease the sexual tension in her body.
Finally the Biological Imperitive had been put into place, it was a simple thing, a body sensor that alerted women to their own fertility as well as the availability of a suitable partner. Only fertile humans had sensors, and it had become a burden and a sign of prestige.
There was one other component, when a woman was at peak fertility and a highly compatible male was nearby both sensors released increased hormones into both humans. It was meant to drive them together and most of the time it worked.
Right now Makla wished she didn't have to wear the damn thing. The silver band glowed around her left wrist, flashing and beeping. She was alone on her ship and the thing must be malfunctioning she thought, as the hormones surged through her body. She did the only thing she could think of, she set her ship to autopilot to take her to the nearest available planet or port. The damn thing would keep flooding her system with desire for three days or until she had sex with the person whose sensor was also going off. She was hoping to find someone or something to make those three days tolerable as she headed for her sleeping quarters nearly ripping off her space suit as the fabric was frustrating rough on her suddenly engorged nipples.
Makla slumped into her bunk and began masterbating, the ship letting her know she'd reach a destination in a few hours. She growled her frustration and opened up the shower, hoping the water and sonic pulses would ease the sexual tension in her body.