Mineral Taste

Javier’s tongue had been modified for the job, taste buds replaced with mineral sensors that could identify ore composition through vibration alone. He hadn’t expected it to become foreplay.

“Iron-nickel composite,” he moaned, pressing his enhanced tongue against the station hull as Maya watched. “Sixty-seven percent pure. Trace amounts of platinum.”

Maya’s cunt clenched at the precision. “Do the new strike.”

Javier crawled across the floor to where they’d anchored the latest sample. The asteroid chunk hummed with its own frequency. He licked it slowly, his modified tongue reading its mineral history.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Iridium. So much iridium.” His cock strained against his mining suit.

Maya stripped, the zero-g making her movements liquid. “Show me where.”

He traced his tongue along the asteroid’s surface, marking iridium veins with saliva that glowed faintly in the cabin light. Maya followed his path with her fingers, then her own tongue, tasting the metal through his marking.

“The frequency,” she breathed. “I can feel it.”

The asteroid sang through their bodies—2.3 kilohertz, the iridium’s signature. Javier pressed Maya against the sample, fucking her to the rhythm of the mineral vibration. Each thrust harmonized with the ore’s resonance until Maya’s moans matched the frequency exactly.

“Instance 3 is tasting the rhodium deposit,” Javier grunted, his consciousness split between pleasuring Maya and analyzing ore three asteroids away. “Fuck, it’s pure. So pure.”

Maya came screaming at 2.3 kilohertz, her orgasm harmonizing with the iridium frequency. The asteroid chunk cracked, revealing veins of ore so rich they practically glowed.

“The company’s going to promote you,” she laughed, tasting metal and cum.

“The company’s going to instance me to twenty,” Javier corrected, already feeling his consciousness prepare to fragment further. “Earth needs more tongues like mine.”