Which means that my unhatched children are in danger, as are Summer and Lela. It has to say something that I’m not concerned for my own wellbeing, though my heart is certainly pounding in my chest.
“Do not be alarmed,” one of them says in the dual-toned voice of their race, stepping forward. Her voice is a little deeper, however, than Lela’s. She looks just like Lela, except that maybe she has wrinkles that Lela doesn’t. In fact, all of these females have barely wrinkled faces, and a couple of them actually have slightly sagging small breasts. It’s hard to tell if there are other features that are different, with the dim blue light dancing smoothly across their bodies, making it hard to focus on specific features.
“Nick,” Summer asks me, “What’s going on?”
I shrug my shoulders, uncertain, and our guests don’t deign to enlighten us.
The black rectangular hatch opens in the wall behind the newcomers, and it takes me a minute, before I see Lela walking between the other females. I know it’s her, by her switches.
“Lela, what’s going on?” I ask, as soon as she’s in front of us, then, “The children?” If she’s here, who’s incubating our children? Why does she look so sad? Has something already happened? Why won’t any of my questions get answered?
Fear galvanizes my resolve, and I prepare to disable these angels, and figure out some way to escape. I have to save Lela and Summer.
I wait for her to form her answer before acting, wondering why she doesn’t use the nanites. “A surrogate is taking care of our children,” her voice finally comes, and I’m happy to see a smile appear on her face. If she’s smiling, then maybe everything will be okay. ‘They are here for another reason,’ the words come across my vision. It’s only then that I realize she has spoken for everyone’s benefit, but that we can use the nanite’s connection to speak privately.
The one that’d spoken earlier steps forward, and faces the three of us. She speaks first in her language, and then waits for Lela to translate. I wonder at this, where she’s already spoken to us once, and think that it might be a hierarchy thing, or maybe she doesn’t know enough of our language.
We wait for Lela to form the words, and I try to stay patient. “They say that some of the females of our race believe what I’d told them, and don’t feel that enjoying mating is a blasphemous thing.” The other angel speaks again, followed after a bit by Lela. “A few females have revolted, and are returning to your planet, to seek me out, and verify if it’s true. If it is, then it will mean a massive social change for our society.” Lela waves to the others of her species. These are delegates from their strongest ships.”
Lela seems to be getting excited, her nipples even growing rigid, and it’s hard for me not to share in it. It means that she won’t be an exile, bereft of contact with the rest of her race for the remainder of her lifespan. Then the rest of the news falls upon us.
“If I have been found to be lying, then I will be executed immediately, and the lives of the rebel females will also be forfeit, for their crimes in coming to me.”
“Great,” I say, knowing that Lela had indeed enjoyed our coupling, “but I don’t see any other males here for them to experience it with.” Only after the words are out of my mouth, do I realize my stupidity. “Oh. . .” I say, at the same time Summer smacks my arm.
“It’s you, silly,” my sister tells me, unnecessarily. “What a lucky pervert you are, getting to service all of these aliens.” I’m glad at least she’s enjoying this. I still remember my marathon sex session with Lela, and don’t care to repeat it. Summer grows serious for a moment, before asking, “When did you and Lela do it? You didn’t tell me about. . . Oh, my god! Those children are yours!” Summer’s shock is almost tangible in its intensity.
Before I have a chance to respond, the old one speaks again and we wait for the translation. “That won’t be necessary. They brought a young female, who has just reached maturity. They will give you the opportunity to please her, and then will abide by her verdict.”
“But I’m not up to putting her in heat, and then having sex for the next eight hours,” I protest. “Besides, I don’t want any more children, right now.”
“Eight hours. . .?” Summer whispers in wonder next to me. “You’ve been holding out on me, Nick.”
Once again the older alien speaks, followed by Lela. It’s obvious that she understands me, even if she refuses to speak much of my language.
“If what I told them is true, then you won’t need to put her in heat. Merely please her, and it will be done,” Lela translates.
‘Lela,’ I think to her privately, ‘Are you okay with this? Can’t I just couple with you? I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘How can this hurt me?’ comes her immediate response. ‘When you prove I’m right, everything will change. Also, if you only mate with me, they can claim that I am lying to save our lives. They want this to be true. It will mean that our females will no longer be subservient to the males. No longer have to suffer violent matings.’
‘But won’t it bother you, to see me with another woman?’ I ask, even though I know she’s seen me having sex with numerous other women, as she’s always spying on me. But those other women have all been human. This time it will be with one of her own species.
‘We do not choose a mate for life, as you humans try to do. We have always mated for the best offspring, choosing the strongest males. When things change, then maybe we can think about finding only one male for us, but for now, this is how my race functions.’ I truly wish that I could gain some sense of emotion from the words, but they just seem too analytical.
“What about you?” I turn and ask my sister. “How do you feel about this?”
“Are you kidding me?” she asks excitedly. “I’m getting horny just thinking about it. Watching you make it with a young alien. . . Can it get any more perverted than that?”
I laugh at my sister’s cavalier attitude, before turning back to the group of aliens. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
There is a hum of confusion, as the alien females converse amongst themselves.
“Of course you will do it,” Lela translates the next sentence, and it dawns on me I never even had a choice. A moment later the entryway opens again, and out walks another pink-skinned alien. She stands a little shorter than Lela and her breasts a little higher, but is otherwise nearly indistinguishable.
Lela lets out a small sound that I can only interpret as a gasp.
She walks up to me, and waits. It takes me a moment to notice she isn’t wearing a light suit.
Uncomfortable with so many eyes on me, I’m not sure how to proceed. I’m tempted to use my switches to make her wet, but think that it might be cheating. I think back to how Lela had first reacted to my touches, and how she’d only wanted to get it over with.
“If this is going to work,” I tell them,” she needs to do whatever I say.” I look into the young alien’s silvery eyes, before asking, “Can you understand me?”
She jarringly nods her large head, and I can tell she’s just as nervous as I am. I’ll need to get her to relax, or this’ll never work.
“Sit down,” I tell her, and take her hand, to help her down. Part of me is conscious of Summer walking away with Lela to one side of the room, while the other six go to the opposite side. I do my best to block them all out. This is just like when Dennis watched me and Gina, or at Brent’s party with Shannon, I think to myself, wishing I believe it.
I sit across from her, and take her foot in my hand. Gently rubbing her heal, I start to give her a massage, hoping it’ll help her relax.
‘What are you doing?’ Somehow I know it’s Summer asking. ‘You don’t have to woo her, just make her cum.’
‘Look at her,’ I mentally admonish my sister. ‘She’s too nervous. Besides, I want to make sure she’s pleased in every way, so that there can be no complaint, and no denying it.’
‘How did I end up with such a wonderful, younger brother?’ she sends back to me. ‘No wonder you’re such a great lover.’ I feel my cheeks heat a little at her compliment.
I take this moment to look closer at this new angel, and can discern a few other differences between her and Lela. The angle of the eyes is just a bit different, as is the exact shape of her sex: a little slimmer, maybe.
‘She was chosen for her aesthetic closeness to me,’ Lela sends me.
‘Closeness. . .’ I wonder, not realizing I send the thought.
‘Yes. She is my sister.’
I look at Lela in shock, my hands stopping for a moment in their massage. This race of angels truly is different from us humans.
As I return to work on the young alien’s feet, I’m able to sense her relaxing a bit. She watches everything I do, with her liquid silver eyes, and there is somehow an innocence to them that I find alluring.
A thought occurs to me. ‘Lela, is your sister a virgin?’
‘She has never mated. They want someone that has never known the normal type of mating for this test.’ No wonder she’s so nervous. She’s likely been raised on what to expect from the males of her species. The violent, almost rape, as their men take them again and again, non-stop, until their biological heat has been satisfied, would scare just about anybody. I have to make sure that this experience is the complete opposite for her.
I shift my hips closer to her on the floor, and feel her tense for a moment, but when I only start to massage her calf, she relaxes again.
The older alien speaks, and Lela translates, “They want to know if all of this is necessary. You didn’t need to do any of this with me.”
“It was different with you,” I tell her. “You were in heat, and then your body demanded it. Was ready for it. She is obviously nervous, and I need for her to relax. Trust me, if you can get your men to do this, you won’t complain. I also don’t care to use my ability, and ruin the accuracy of this experiment.”
The angel I’m massaging says something in her two-toned voice, and the older aliens nod. ‘She says that what you are doing feels nice, and it does help her relax,’ Lela’s translation comes through the nanites. I note that this younger alien’s voice is slightly higher than her sister’s, and wonder if their voices drop in pitch as they age.
I smile happily at the young alien, and then decide to step it up a notch. Moving my hands to her thin knee, I bring her toes to my mouth. She gasps as I suck on one pink toe after another, and I’m not sure if the gasp is from surprise, or pleasure, but she doesn’t try to stop me. Slowly, tenderly, I begin to rub her skinny thigh, as I slip my tongue between her small thin digits. I’ve never noticed before, but her feet are short one toe, just as her hands are less one finger. I’m able to fit all four toes in my mouth, as I flick my tongue between then. I think I hear a half moan escape from the young alien, but when I look up at her, she’s just staring back at me curiously.
“Do you have a name I can call you?” I ask her, taking her toes from my mouth. I don’t expect her to answer, but it doesn’t hurt to try, and small talk may put her more at ease.
She says something that sounds like ‘Harana’, though it’s hard to tell with her two vocal cords, and two tongues. Her voice is soft and high, and sounds quite musical to my ears.
“Since I can’t say that, may I call you Harana?” I ask her softly, trying to keep my voice soothing. She nods, and I smile reassuringly. Her tremulous smile in return, tells me that I’m winning her over.
I switch over to her other foot, now, and start rubbing it. Following the same routine as with her left leg, I’m not surprised to see that she has grown a little wet between her legs as I work on her right thigh, and suck her toes.
I realax a little myself, at seeing this evidence of arousal in Harana. While I know Lela had enjoyed our marathon sex session, part of me feared that this angel couldn’t be turned on, without my switches.
Deciding it’s time to go to the next level again, I trail gentle kisses up her calves, under her knees, and along the insides of her thighs, before reaching the juncture at the top. I glance over to where Lela and Summer stand watching us, and noticed that Summer has her hands down her pants, and she’s decided to put her shirt back on. Lela is slowly fidgeting, and I feel her wet switch is fully tilted. Smiling, I plant a soft kiss on Harana’s sex, and this time, there is no mistaking the soft gasp that escapes her lips. She is enjoying this.
Gently, I lick around her tiny labia, before sucking one lip in, and nibbling on it lightly. Her breathing is becoming heavy, as I continue licking her, and there is an unmistakable flow coming from her vagina now. I lap it up, before shoving my tongue against her outer barrier, but notice that I can’t get past it. She is likely going to be tighter than Lela, and that worries me, but it’s a problem to tackle later.
One of the old aliens says something, and Harana answers back vehemently.
‘They wanted you to stop what you are doing, saying it is not necessary, but Harana demanded to let you continue. Apparently she is enjoying that.’ Lela’s translation comes to me, and I decide to reward Harana for her diligence. Up until this point, I’ve avoided her clitoris, but now I attack it with fervor. All my other touches have been light, and gentle, priming her for the way I lick, and suck, and even bite her clit now.
Harana cries out in pleasure, and I feel a splash of her vaginal secretions wash over my chin as she comes. I leave her clit alone, allowing her to recover, as I lap up her tangy juices, and go back to licking and sucking her labia, spreading my tongue wide as I lick up her slit.
Harana starts talking fast, having to stop periodically to catch her breath. The old aliens wait for her to finish, before answering back.
‘She just told them how good that felt. She was very detailed. They chose a good subject for this test. She is very analytical.’ The way Lela’s words float across my vision is very scientific, which seems at odds with what is going on in the middle of the room, but I’m glad that my efforts are paying off. Maybe I won’t have to take her virginity after all. If she is like a human that way, it will hurt her, and that may be the end of it all. I’m pretty horny though, and looking over to my sister again, I see that she now has her pants on the floor, and is busily rubbing her pussy. I can’t help but smile inwardly as I sent, ‘Pervert,’ mentally to my sister.
Apparently I’m not the only horny person in the room. Even Lela is lightly running her fingers along her naked skin. I only then notice that she doesn’t have on her light suit.
‘The seniors say that that is okay, but the real test will be the intercourse. They are getting impatient.’
‘Ask them if they want to do this,’ I testily snap back mentally, losing my good mood, and then realizing she is about to do just that, I quickly add, ‘No wait. Don’t. I’ll get on with it.’
I trail kisses up Harana’s body, stopping for a few seconds on each of her darker pink nipples, and hear her softly moan. I kiss up near her ear, and whisper, “This first part might hurt. I am truly sorry for that. I promise it will feel better in a bit.” I quickly pull off my pants, and kick them away.
The young angel nods, and I start to rub my hard cock against her vulva. She starts to moan, and even hunch her hips against me, when the older alien suddenly speaks, startling me.
‘They already know this part will hurt. That is expected. Do not forget that she also has the nanites, and is communicating with them, as we are.’ Lela sends to me.
I feel like an idiot. Of course she’s telling them everything mind-to-mind; Harana probably only speaks out loud, when she wants us to know what she’s saying.
I feel a little betrayed, thinking that I’ve been winning Harana over to our side. Well, in a way I have, but this is still a test, and she is still their subject.
I have to press pretty hard to get my cock’s head past her outer barrier, and as soon as it slips past that portal, I feel her hymen break, before I can slow or stop myself. Damn, she is TIGHT!
Harana cries out in pain, and I hold still, waiting for her to get used to me inside of her. I glance over to the other aliens, and see that they are intently watching us now.
A gasp from the other side of the room turns my attention that way, and I’m shocked to see Summer standing behind Lela, with her arms wrapped around the alien. One hand is pinching a dark pink nipple, the other one rubbing the pink alien’s crotch. Lela seems to be enjoying it, as her eyes are closed, and she is leaning back against my fully nude sister.
I look back over to the other aliens, and notice that some of them are watching Harana and me, and some watching Summer and Lela.
That’s right, I think, see what can happen when you experience true pleasure.
‘Your sister feels nice,’ Lela sends in response, ‘but I like kissing you more.’
“Damn, this alien is hot, watching you,’ Summer sends at the same time.
Harana says something, and when I don’t look at her, she grabs my head, and turns me to look at her. She nods, and I know that she is ready for me to continue. I decide that this is as good a time as any to teach her something else, and drop my head down to hers, kissing her softly as I start moving my hips slowly. Harana just lays there, neither returning my kiss, nor moving in time with my hips.
‘Explain to her what a kiss is,’ I ask Lela, and a second later I hear Lela’s voice gasping and moaning in her language. Apparently my sister is taking good care of her.
Harana nods when Lela is done explaining, and I soon find her tongues wrapping around mine.
It doesn’t take long for the entire length of my rod to sink into this previously virgin alien, and I start giving her long slow strides. It only takes a few strokes, before she starts to move in time with me, and after a few more strokes, she is moaning.
She has to break off the kiss, and her arms wrap around my neck and pull my body close to hers, as she starts to cum hard on my rod. I have to stop moving inside her; she is so tight, I’m afraid she will rip my member off, if I don’t hold still. Instead, I tighten my penile muscles to make my prick twitch inside her, smiling inwardly, as this seems to increase her orgasm.
When she finally comes down from her high, I prop myself up on my hands, and look down at her. There is no mistaking the dreamy smile on her lips now.
“There is more than one position to enjoy,” I tell her, as I pull out.
She looks at me curiously, but I lay on my back, and indicate for her to climb on top. Aiming my penis for her hole, I grab her hips and yank down, while I thrust my hips up. I fly through her outside barrier, and sink fully into her in one go. Her large eyes grow even wider as I do this, and this time it is her that initiates the kiss, as she bends over and presses her lips to mine.
With my hands still on her hips, I start moving her back and forth in a gentle rhythm that she soon picks up on her own. She has to break the kiss again, and she starts to really moan as she picks up the pace. I lift her torso up high enough, that I can bring one of her tits to my lips. She gasps as I nibble on it, and a few seconds later she comes again. Her pussy grips me extremely tightly, but she doesn’t stop moving her hips, and I know I’m not going to last, so I lift her off me.
I really want to give her the whole experience, and as soon as she is done shaking from her last orgasm, I have her get on all fours in front of me.
The older alien says something in a tone that I can only call snotty.
“She says that your true colors are now showing. This is how our males take us. Since you’ve yet to reach your climax, you must be getting ready to do it the way you truly want to: violently.” Lela’s translation comes a second later, somewhat breathily.
Luckily Harana is like putty in my hands at this point, and doesn’t resist, as she gets onto her hands and knees.
“I only want to show that this position can be enjoyable as well,” I say aloud, not having known that bit of lore about their men.
Once again I have to break past the outer barrier, but once through, Harana’s vagina grips my rod like a silken vise, massaging and rippling around my length, making me moan at the contact. I move my hips back, until only my head is still within her hot folds, then slam forward, until my balls slap her clit. Harana grunts and moans as I repeat this numerous times. I know this can look violent, but as wet as Harana is, I know she is enjoying this as much as I am.
I also know she is telling the other six aliens everything.
I look to where my sister is lip locked with Lela, and smile as the pink alien shudders in a climax of her own, while her four-fingered hands work furiously in Summer’s pussy.
Harana cries out with her high-pitched voice at the same time her clutching crotch grips my cock, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I begin to empty my ejaculate into her with powerful spurts, and she cries out something in her language. I guess she is describing what it feels like, but can’t be certain. It seems to take forever for my own climax to end as her tight hole continues to milk every ounce of seed from my balls. I enjoy every minute of the bliss that floods my mind and body.
Pulling out of her with ease, I lay her gently on the floor. Lela and Summer are now locked into a sixty-nine (Lela on top), and I wonder what Lela’s two tongues must feel like to Summer. Both women are moaning, and writhing against each other, so I can only assume my sister is enjoying Lela’s attentions, and vice versa.
The lead older angel speaks up then, and Lela lifts her head from Summer’s pussy to listen. After a few seconds, I see her shiny face split into a wide grin.
‘We have won,’ she tells me mentally. ‘This will change our entire society. The recording of this event will be broadcast to every planet.’
I hear what sounds like a musical argument behind me, and turn to see Harana gesticulating with the other six aliens.
‘She has been told to go back to their ship to teach the rest of them what you showed her, but she refuses to go. She wants to stay here with you. She says that since this is all recorded, they can use that to teach the other females.’ I’m shocked to say the least. I guess I really have won Harana over to us. ‘She also says that there must be more for you to teach her.’ I groan at that news. Not that I’m adverse to further sessions with the Lela’s younger sister; I just don’t want to get too worn out, and school starts back up in a couple days.
After a bit more arguing, I see Harana grin widely, and the others give an angel equivalent of a ‘harrumph’, before they turn to walk away.
The lead alien stops, and turns to face Lela. She says something that makes Lela jump off of Summer, and all of the color drain from her. I look to Harana, and see that she has the same reaction. Whatever was said, neither one of them like.
Summer moans, as she is forgotten, but when she sees the looks on the other alien’s faces, she becomes concerned. “What is it? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” I tell her, waiting for Lela to either send me a message, or speak out loud. Instead she turns and walks out the portal, saying something in her own language, before the black rectangle closes around her. I can only guess she is going back to incubate our children.
I turn to Harana, a sense of dread filling me, and see that she is sitting on the floor, staring at nothing in front of her.
“Harana, what is it?” I demand from her, hoping she can tell me through my nanites.
She looks up at me with fear-filled eyes, and her cat-like pupils are fully dilated, covering up almost all of the silver. I have to repeat my question again before she seems to understand. When her mental answer comes, I understand her terror.
‘The demons have somehow sped up their approach. They will be at your planet in a little over one month.’
Chapter 19
It takes me nearly an hour to convince mom that she hadn’t see an alien ship abducting Summer, and thankfully my sister is there to back up my story. Summer and I agree that my sister needs to leave our mother’s home, though, just so that a repeat occurrence isn’t likely. Her first thought is to come up and stay with me. When I point out that we aren’t likely to be able to keep our hands off each other, and people will notice, and that Lela and/or Harana can pick us up easily enough wherever we are, she decides to hitch a ride back home with Lela. That also allows her to start getting her affairs in order, just in case the demons kill us.
My wonderful sister is even willing to let me know (in excruciating detail) of the fun the two angels and she has, as Lela and Harana take turns incubating my un-hatched children.
Somehow I can’t help but think that I need to reevaluate my life, when I can make a statement like that.
We don’t fool ourselves, as we know that the odds are against us. The demons have an entire fleet designed for battle, and we have a few ships that aren’t intended for combat, but exploration and science. What chance does Earth have against that? My switches? Even having physical contact with my sister, I’m not certain that I’ll be able to affect that many at once. Everything just seems too daunting.
The start of the new semester is today, and I personally consider it a bad idea to go. I need to concentrate on coming up with a strategy for defeating the demons. This time it’s Summer that does the convincing, stating that I need to act normal, and like nothing is going on. “Besides,” she informs me cheerfully over the phone, “once we stop the demons, it’s not like school is just going to go away. You’ll still need your degree. . . That is unless you’ve changed you mind about manipulating people with your switches. . .?”
And so I find myself walking in the cold air, through campus, on my way to my first class. I decide to walk, so that I’ll have more time to think. It just isn’t fair, looking around at everybody else enjoying themselves, as they return from Winter break, and chatting with their friends as if the world’s not going to end in a month. Was I ever that carefree, and ignorant?
Well, I guess I have Gina, or even the twins to talk to if I need to, but I don’t feel right dumping this on any of them.
I’m so absorbed in my own thoughts, and concerns, that I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, and run right into someone shortly after arriving on campus.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologize, giving the woman my hand, after I pick myself up off the snow-packed ground.
“Quite alright, Mr. Xavier,” the woman says in a voice I almost recognize. She looks slightly familiar, but I can’t place her. She’s an older woman, with long red hair, skinny, and rather attractive. She’s wearing a white smock, and so at first I think she might be part of the nursing program. The only problem with that theory is that I don’t know anyone from that department, and I’m certain I’ve met this woman before. Something tickles my mind, and I check for my switches. I’m surprised to find some in her: ‘metabolism’, ‘skin elasticity’, ‘red hair’, and ‘slow aging’.
Who’ve I given those switches to? Thinking hard, I come up with the answer, as it finally dawns on me. “Mrs. Polkins?” I ask in shock.
“Have I changed that much?” she asks me with a smile and a titter, while she brushes her smock off. “I’ve been feeling so energetic lately, and my hair color actually came back. Well, not really my hair color, but it’s still better than grey. Not sure why it turned red. Not even the doctors can explain it, but I’ve been feeling so ALIVE!”
I can tell that she is indeed feeling well, by the sparkle in her eyes, and the speed with which she talks. I can’t help but smile, thankful that my switches have helped at least someone out for the better.
Mrs. Polkins is looking at something red on her smock, and then examines her own hands. Suddenly she grabs my hand, exclaiming, “You cut yourself. Come with me, young man. Let’s get this cleaned out.”
I try to protest, it only looks like a minor cut and the nanites will take care of it soon anyway, but she is surprisingly strong, and refuses to listen to me. She chats the whole way to her office. “Ever since just before Winter break, I’ve had more energy, and the pounds just started slipping away. I’ve not felt this good in years. If only Mr. Polkins hadn’t passed away some years ago. . .” She glances at me surreptitiously, before continuing, “But you probably don’t want to hear about how lonely it is for an old lady. Anyway, I went to see Doctor Peterson, but he says nothing is wrong with me. In fact, he says that my body is acting like it’s almost twenty years younger. Oh, here we are. After you, Mr. Xavier.”
I step into the energetic nurse’s office, her hand on my lower back, and sit down where she indicates. She grabs some alcohol and gauze, before returning back to me, grabbing a stool, and setting it between my legs. She cleans the cut on my hand; or rather, the blood from my palm. The nanites have already closed the cut for me. Mrs. Polkins looks astonished at my appendage for a few seconds, flipping it over, and then rubs her thumb across where the blood had been.
“Huh, what do you know,” she says in wonder. “The blood had to have come from somewhere. . .” She continued to rub my hand, and despite my worries and concerns over the last couple days, her light caresses of my hand are starting to turn me on. When her light caresses turn into a hand massage, I finally look back to her face, and see her staring intently into my eyes. “It’s been so long since my husband died,” she tells me. “I get so lonely, sometimes. . .” She grabs my other hand, and starts to rub it, and I know instinctively what she is going for. I’m curious to see how far she’ll take it, without any action of my own. Even though she is sitting between my legs, rubbing my hands, her eyes never leave mine, and I can’t deny that she looks years younger than she had before Christmas break. It looks like she wants something from me, so I give her a slight nod. It seems to be enough. “I know how stressful it can get for you students. Even during the start of a new semester. All new classes, no idea what the new professors are going to expect from you. Finals are over, but that only means you have a whole semester to look forward to more of them. Why don’t you take off your shoes, and lay back on the table?”
I do as she requests, setting my shoes and socks next to the examination table, and laying back. She takes my left foot in her hands, and digs her thumbs into the meat of the pad. It feels really good to get a foot rub, and I’m soon relaxing to the older woman’s touch. With all of the stress over the holiday break, and then learning that the demons are coming early. . . Well, this is just what doctor, or nurse rather, ordered.
“Just relax, and let me take care of you,” she croons softly. Taking my right foot next, she starts to give it the same treatment that the left had received. “You know, Mr. Polkins and I used to be swingers.” I’m so relaxed at this point, that I just take the news in stride. I know where this is going to lead, and think that it might be a good release for me. “You wouldn’t believe some of the parties we used to throw.” She’s working on my calves now, and seems to be speeding up. “Sometimes I’d have five or six men in me a night and even played with the ladies. Pussy, lips, cock, ass, I didn’t care, but you know what I like the most?” I shake my head as she starts to rub my thighs. “Swallowing their cum.” As she says this, she unzips my pants, and pulls out my mostly hard cock. She looks at it for only a second, before groaning, and shoving her mouth as far down it as she can.
I moan as I feel my head hit the back of her throat, and then louder, when it goes in even deeper. No one has ever been able to truly deep-throat me, as my girth is too large to fit down their esophagus, but somehow this talented older woman is taking me deeper and deeper down her gullet. She must have some phenomenal muscle control in her neck.
Her skill is flawless. She takes me as deep as she can for a few seconds, pulling up for air while her hand works quickly on my fully erect member, then drops back down to take me into her throat again, humming as best she can. Every time she pulls up, spittle connects her lips to my cock, and it’s turning me on, like no other blowjob ever has before. It takes her a few bobs before her lips hit my pelvis, and a few seconds later, I lose control, and start shooting my spunk directly into her stomach. She continues to gag herself while I unload, and when I finally collapse back, she pulls her lips off my quickly shrinking cock.
“Mmm, thank you,” she tells me, making sure none of my semen has escaped her mouth. Her talent is such, that none does. “I think you are sufficiently relaxed, now.” She smacks her lips, smiling, “And Doctor Peterson did say that I need to add more protein to my diet.”
“Thank you!” I shoot back, feeling much better. Then I realize I haven’t done anything for her. “Do you want me to. . .?” I ask, pointing to her.
“Oh, no thank you. I actually got off myself, so I’m good. But come back if you ever need to relax.” I promise her that I will, and leave her office feeling better than I have in days. I’m still worried about the demons, but somehow I think everything will work out in the end.
I have only one class with Professor Frankens, but it’s right after lunch, and I have another class immediately after that. The professor smiles at me, but otherwise treats me just as she does the other students. I wonder if she’s hoping for a repeat performance, but other than a couple of sly smiles, she doesn’t act any different than normal, so I don’t try anything. Unfortunately (or maybe it’s fortunate considering the few smiles the professor gives me), neither Gina nor Shanna is in this class.
Gina had come by to see me the day after I’d gotten back from finding out the demons are almost here, but nothing she’d been able to do, could cheer me up. How odd it seems now, that one blowjob completely out of the blue, can turn my mood around. Gina had left saddened, and disappointed. I feel bad for her, but I can’t tell her the real reason I’ve been so depressed.
I start to feel down again, just thinking about it, and am about to give her a call, when Julia calls for my attention.
“What’s up, Julia?” I ask, wondering what she wants. Shanna is nowhere in sight, and I can sense her switch on the other side of campus. I marvel at how I can feel my switches from even further away now. I really am getting stronger.
“I’m hoping to talk to you, if I can?” she tells me innocently; too innocently, if you ask me, as red flags wave in my mind. I remember what Shanna had said about this woman stealing her past boyfriends, and am wary. Julia is cute, and I know she has a fantastic body, but I have no intention of hurting Shanna. I know I can use my switches on her to have her, and make her forget, or even make Shanna okay with it, but I’m still uncomfortable with the thought of manipulating people with my ability. Shanna is the first woman to truly like me for me, without having to use my switches on her. The fact that she is a geek like myself, is just icing to the cake.
I know I still need to practice with my ability, though, so I use it on inanimate objects, more often than not. I’m getting good at making them quickly and easily, but I’m not sure how much my practicing is going to help. What good does turning on lights, starting cars, or opening doors do against a horde of demons coming to devour humankind? I guess it is slowly making me stronger, but still doesn’t give me an idea of how to use my ability.
Julia clears her throat, and I realize I haven’t answered her. “Sure, what do you need?” I try to keep my voice level, and not sound suspicious of her. It won’t do to upset Shanna’s and Julia’s newfound friendship if I’m wrong about her.
“Can we talk somewhere a little more private? I don’t want to discuss it out here where anybody else might hear.” I raise my eyebrow at this suggestion, even more alarm bells going off in my head. “It’s about what happened the other night at Shanna’s, and I don’t want people to think I’m a slut.” Well, that sounds legitimate enough.
“Sure,” I tell her, looking around. I see a corner we can stand in, which will allow us to see if anyone comes close enough to hear, while still being public enough that I’m fairly sure she won’t try anything. A small part of me is thankful for Mrs. Polkins’s blowjob; I’m sure to think with the proper head right now.
When we get to the corner, I see her grimace slightly, but she looks around, before saying quietly, “I think I know a way that I can convince Shanna to allow us to be together and no longer be off limits.” I raise my eyebrow again, and she hurries on. “I’m not trying to steal you from her, I promise. It’s just that sometimes it’s nice to have a dick in you, and while I really enjoy what Shanna does for me, I want more. Who better than you? I know she trusts you.”
Ha! I think. I know she doesn’t, else why would she be so adamant about what I’m allowed to do around this other woman?
“I don’t know,” I tell her uncertainly. It isn’t that I’m adverse to the thought of fucking this beautiful golden blonde haired woman, just that I really don’t care to hurt Shanna, who has done nothing but care for me.
Julia isn’t about to give up, though. “You know she loves you, right?” The words delivered so matter-of-factly, seem to come out of nowhere.
Of course I suspect that she might care for me more than just a little, but the ‘L’ word is a bit strong. Isn’t it? Thinking back to when she’d taken care of me, after I’d been so exhausted from Lela, and everything else since then, I can see how what Julia says might be true. Then I remember Shanna actually saying the words to me, and almost saying them one other time.
“How do you know this?” I ask. “Did she tell you?”
Julia looks down at her feet, while she fidgets before answering. “Well, no, but you can tell by the way she lights up when you’re around her. She actually DIMS when you leave. I swear it. If that isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.”
“And you want me to use that love, so that she’ll allow me into your pants, is that it?” I can’t quite keep the disgust from entering my voice. If I’m not going to use my switches to manipulate Shanna, why would I use her love? Of course, Julia doesn’t know about my switches.
“You don’t have to make it sound like a bad thing,” she admonishes me, looking me fiercely in the eyes again. “I saw how you looked at me the other morning. You want it, too. Don’t lie to me. We wouldn’t be hurting her, but helping her. She is my friend now, too, remember. I don’t want to hurt her, but why can’t we be together as well?” She takes a step closer to me, and places her hand on my chest. Her perfume fills my nostrils, and I can’t stop myself from breathing in deeply.
Why indeed? She sounds so convincing; I almost want to believe it. Shanna loves me, and as long as she’s there, what would it hurt to help her and Julia to become closer? The added benefit of me slipping into this hot woman isn’t exactly a hard price to pay. Almost. . .
“Thanks,” I tell her, trying to be delicate about it for her sake, “but no thanks.” It won’t do to piss off Shanna’s girlfriend, and end up having Julia as an enemy. That’s a sure-fire way to lose Shanna. “I’ll wait for Shanna to change her mind on her own. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to lay with you, and find out just how good you are, but I can wait. I won’t hurt Shanna, and I can’t manipulate her, either.” Good, I think that’ll work.
I’m wrong.
“How good I am? You can wait? Who do you think you are? God’s gift to women?” She’s yelling now, and despite how secluded this corner is, people are starting to look. “Just because you’ve got a monster cock, and know how to use it, doesn’t mean that every woman is just going to come crawling to you!”
I have no idea what just happened, but she turns around and stomps away, before I can think of anything else to say. A small crowd has gathered while Julia was yelling, and they’re sniggering behind their hands at me; a few women even giving my crotch an appreciative look. Face turning beet red, I flee the scene.
I decide I’d better do some quick damage control, and call Shanna up, but she doesn’t answer, so I leave her a message to call me back as soon as possible.
I sense for her switch, and start walking towards her. I’ll be late for my next class, but this is more important. Maybe if I talk to her in person, it’ll be better. Hopefully I’m in luck, because her ‘happy’ switch is moving to the on position. Before I’m halfway to where she is, she calls me back.
“I just got off the phone with Julia,” are the first words that come through the phone. Dammit, I think, I’m too late. But why is she so happy? “And saw that I’d missed a call from you.”
“What did she tell you?” I ask, fearing that the other woman has spun some yarn about me coming on to her, and in order to save their friendship, she’s telling Shanna about it. I never seem to know exactly what an angry woman might do. For that matter, I never seem to know what any woman might do. I’ve seen numerous video game vixens go to extreme lengths to get revenge. Okay, so video games aren’t a great example of the average female (Tomb Raider, anyone?), but it’s the best I have at the moment.
It takes me a couple seconds to process what Shanna tells me, however.
“She says that she tried to come on to you, and that you turned her away, because you care for me too much.” I can hear a slight undertone of excitement in her voice, as I attempt to comprehend the turnaround of what I’d thought Julia had said. “She says that you’re completely worthy of my trust, and that I shouldn’t hold back anymore, with you. Is that what happened?”
“Uh. . .well. . .” I say stupidly, still trying to switch tracks, “yeah. Yes, it is. I’m so sorry you can’t trust her after all. I’d truly hoped that you and she could be friends again.”
Shanna laughs lightly on the other end of the phone, and while I enjoy the sound of it, a pit starts to form in my stomach, as a few thoughts seem to clink into place.
“You were testing me,” I accuse, knowing already that it’s true, and feeling my anger rise, because of it. Here I am, refusing to manipulate others, despite how easy it is for me to do so with my switches, and yet she turns around and does it to me.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” she pleads, and I feel her happy switch drop a little at my anger. “I needed to know that I can trust you, and now I do.”
“And if we’re together five years from now, will you test me again?” I shoot back at her. “Trust needs to be earned, not tested. I trusted you, despite the fact that you never want to be official with me.” I know I’m being unfair to her. I have been sleeping around, and she really doesn’t deserve my anger, but I hate being manipulated. The irony of the situation isn’t lost to me. And the stress of the demons, my children with Lela, and even the other female angels, all seem to come to a head right now. “With all of this lack of trust, how do I know I can trust you?” The words are out of my mouth, and I know them for the mistake they are immediately, but it’s too late to take them back.
That one thought, that single word, ‘manipulated,’ crosses my mind, and I have to start laughing. All of my efforts to refrain from doing it to other people, and here it’s happening to me. I suppose this is payback for what I’d done to Gina, Nancy, and Professor Frankens, and can’t help but laugh at the irony of it all.
Still laughing, I hang up the phone. For a second, I debate on walking to her, or walking away. Making up my mind, I start moving, ignoring my phone as it starts to vibrate.
Shanna sees me coming, and I can see that she’s been crying. It’s still a bit of a shock to see her with her hair dyed red, and I wonder if she’s going to go back to her natural color, or not. I feel bad for causing those tears, but know I’m going to be causing some more shortly.
She throws her arms around me as I get close, and starts to sob against my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Nick. I didn’t think you would be upset. It was stupid of me and I shouldn’t have done it. Please, forgive me!” she pleads, and my stomach sinks, but I have to follow through.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I gently push her away.
“No, Shanna,” I tell her softly, “you did the right thing.” She looks up at me with hope in her eyes, and I hate myself for what I’m about to do. Maybe the demons will kill me, I think, and then I’ll be doing her a favor. “I haven’t been faithful to you.” I see the hurt start in her eyes, but I continue, knowing that I must. “You didn’t want us to be official, so we weren’t.”
“But. . .but I love you,” she pleads with me, a split second before I feel her slap on my face. I know I deserve it, but it still stings.
“There’s more,” I say, deciding to come completely clean with her.
“No, I don’t want to hear it,” she tells me through a fresh set of tears. She tries to turn and run away from me, but I’m not going to let her. I don’t know why, but something in me wants her to understand. She is the one person that I can completely be my geeky self with; the one person that I don’t need to hide my love of anime and sci-fi from, and can actually play a decent video game against. Okay, so truth be told, she’s probably better than me at games, but that only makes what I feel I need to do, all the worse.
“Please,” I say softly, and that one soft word seems to stop her from walking away.
“Who—who is it?” she says, sniffling.
“Can we go somewhere private? I promise to tell you everything.” She looks at me accusingly, and I remember Julia asking me that same question not that long ago.
Silently she turns and starts walking. I hurry to walk next to her, trying to match her fast pace. I remain quiet as we walk, not sure what to say quite yet, but trying to organize everything in my head. When I see that we’re heading to the parking lot, I begin to worry that she intends to get in her car and drive off. When we get to her vehicle, however, she unlocks the door, and waits for me to get in the passenger seat. It isn’t going to get much more private than this, right now.
“So start talking,” she tells me, her voice stiff with emotion. She’s sitting with her hands in her lap, and staring into her steering wheel, as if it might impart some wisdom to her.
“Before that night in the freezer, I slept with Gina, from Professor Frankens’s class,” I begin.
“That was before we were together in the freezer. It doesn’t count,” she tells me stiffly.
“No, it doesn’t, but it didn’t stop that night,” I reply. “You already know about your sister, at the party. . .” I tell her everyone I’ve been with, holding nothing back, even telling her about my sister, mother, and Donna Frankens. She sits in silence, through it all, until I mention Lela.
“Wait, you want me to believe you’ve been with an alien? Do you think I’m stupid?” Her eyes flash angrily at me, but her tone is oddly soft, and sounds all the more dangerous for it.
“No, I think you are the smartest woman I know.” I tell her carefully, but meaning every word. Well, at least the smartest in my age group. “I can prove it,” I tell her, and her eyes lift in disbelief. “She gave me an ability that I think of as switches. Anything I can conceive of as a switch, I can affect. I can also sense those switches. That’s how I’m always able to tell you apart from your sister. I made a switch in you, but not one in her. That’s why you could never trick me, after the party.”
“You made a switch in me?” she asks, obviously not believing me. “And what does it do, make me fall stupidly in love with you?” The bitter quality to her tone feels like a knife digging into my chest, but at least she’s listening.
“No. I think of it as a ‘happy’ switch. If I move it, you’ll feel happier,” I tell her, while looking shamefully at my hands.
“So why don’t you move it now, and just make me happy? Come on. I’m tired of feeling angry, and hurt, and sad, and betrayed. If you really have this ability, make me happy,” she demands of me, but I’m not going to cheat at this. Her emotion is genuine, and I don’t care to create fake feelings in her.
“I won’t manipulate you like that. I’ve never used that switch, other than to sense whether I’m dealing with you, or your sister. I can still prove it, though,” I hurriedly tell her, as I sense her anger rising. I think for only a split second, and her car starts up. It’s too easy for me to do it, as I’ve been starting cars since practically the first day.
Shanna jumps when her car starts, and she digs the keys out of her pocket. She looks from her steering wheel, to her keys, and back to me for a few seconds, before she can gather enough words to speak.
“That’s a fluke. Some trick you’re playing on me. Did you install one of those automatic starters when I wasn’t paying attention?” I know she is just trying to rationalize everything.
I shake my head, and just for theatrics, snap my fingers and turn her car off. Her eyes grow wide, and I know I have her complete attention now.
“Okay, so you have some strange power. I still say you should prove it by making me happy,” she says, obviously still upset with me.
“I don’t want to manipulate you,” I try explaining to her again, but she won’t have it. Sighing with resignation, I start to push against her ‘happy’ switch. It takes some serious effort to move it. I think it’s because she’s primed against it. The simple fact that it moves at all, shows how much I’ve grown in power over the last few weeks. Once it starts to move, however, I notice an immediate change in her demeanor, and it becomes easier and easier to move. “See,” I tell her, once I have it all the way on, “You’re happy now. Satisfied?”
“Oh my. . . I. . .I can’t believe it. I AM happy. I was so angry a moment ago, but you really can do it!” she nearly titters.
Not feeling comfortable with myself, or what I’ve done, I start to move the switch back off, but she stops me, sensing what I’m doing. “Don’t you dare take this away! Okay, you want me to believe, I believe. Just don’t take this away. You’re better than an anti-depressant.” She looks at me with a slight smile on her lips, but it slowly straightens out on its own. “You still cheated on me though. . .”
Feeling sick and disgusted, the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I didn’t cheat, because we weren’t officially together. I tried to ask you numerous times, and you kept telling me ‘no’.”
She drops her chin to her chest, as she contemplates that, and I feel her ‘happy’ switch slip a little more. “You’re right. If you’d have said that a few minutes ago, I probably would have blown up, but I can handle it now. You may think of it as manipulating me, and it probably is, but I want you to know that I appreciate you moving that. . . switch.” She looks back up at me then, before asking, “Are there any other switches in me?”
This time it’s me that breaks the gaze, and I nod. “Two others,” I murmur, feeling her ‘happy’ switch drop a little more.
“And what do these other switches do?” Her tone is level, but I can feel the ice beneath.
“Remember how nervous you were before Professor Frankens’s final?” I wait for her nod, before continuing. “I made them to help you remember things easier, and to increase your confidence.”
Her emotional switch ticks up a bit, but oddly her words are juxtaposed with her emotions. “I thought you didn’t want to manipulate me?”
“I wasn’t manipulating you,” I defend myself. “I gained nothing by helping you out. You were so worried, but I knew you could pass it on your own. I just tried to give you a bit of a boost, is all.”
She doesn’t respond for awhile, and her switch doesn’t give me any clues as to what she might be thinking, either. Finally after a few minutes she asks, “I don’t understand why this alien gave you this ability, though. Is it just to mess with the human race?”
I’m glad she’s sitting down, as I know the next part might be the hardest to explain, and believe. “No, she did it to try to save all of us.” I explain to her about the demons, how they gained their technology, and then turned and used it against their teachers, the angels. “The demons will be here in a month,” I conclude.
“And you’re supposed to be able to stop them with these switches of yours? How are you going to do that? Make them all happy? Start their cars?” She asks me, and despite the guilt I feel for using her switch, I’m glad it’s removed most of her anger.
“My sister, Summer, has the same gene I do, but her ability is different. She magnifies my ability, but in order to do so, we have to be touching.” I tell her, fearing her wrath will return.
“Touching? How much touching?” she asks hesitantly, and I know she is thinking about me being with Summer.
I take a deep breath before answering. “The more contact we have, the more powerful my ability, and the easier it is to both sense, and manipulate my switches.” I tell her about what happened with my father, as an example.
She is silent for a long time, and I’m afraid she is going to blow up. When she finally speaks, it’s with a calm I don’t expect. “You mean sex.”
“Not if I don’t have to,” I tell her. “If I can do it without having to resort to that, then I won’t go that far.”
“You’re not stupid, Nick,” she berates me instantly. “I know in anime and on TV they always wait till the last second to use their full power, but that doesn’t mean you have to. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t already slept with her.” She surprises me by grabbing my hand and looking fiercely into my eyes. “If I’ve ever meant anything to you, then I only ask one thing.”
“You do mean something to me,” I promise her. “That’s why I’m telling you all of this. I also trust you. I’ve never told anyone all of this. Gina knows about my ability, but she doesn’t know about Lela, or the demons. Summer only knows because of her ability. I want you to understand. . . No, I need to you see what I am up against.”
She shakes her head at that. “No, I know you can make me forget if you have to, by using one of your switches, and don’t tell me you wouldn’t, because you don’t want to manipulate me.” I marvel at how smart this woman is, and how well she knows me. “I love you, Nick, and I don’t want to lose you.” She pauses to take a breath to steady herself, before continuing. “I want to be there, when you fight against these demons.”
I open my mouth to protest that it will be too dangerous. That Lela’s ship will be the first casualty if I fail, but she covers my mouth with her hand. “I’ll be there, or we’re through.” She moves my head up and down, forcing me to agree with it, and I can’t help but laugh. “Now get out of my car. I have a lot to think about, and I want to make sure they’re my own thoughts.” I know she doesn’t think I can actually control her thoughts, but understand her motives. Well, most of them at least.
Silently I step out, knowing that she needs her space. I’ve done all that I can. The rest is up to her. Before she pulls away, she rolls down the window and leans over. “Oh, and Nick, all of the others stop, unless I’m there.” She speeds away before I can answer.
I don’t look forward to breaking it off with Gina, but know that I can give up the rest with minimal pain. I ask myself why I’m willing to put up with something like this. I mean, I can have any woman in the world, with my switches. Sure it would take some work, and I’d have to get over my hang-up about manipulating others, but still. . .
But Shanna is the first woman to like me, for me. She is also a geek on my own level. And I truly do care about her.
I turn my steps towards home, and start trudging.
Chapter 20
I find Robin and Dennis sitting in the main room of the apartment, when I get home. They’re watching TV and not screwing, which I’m thankful for, considering the conversation I’d just had with Shanna.
Dennis greets me as I walk in the door. “There you are,” he acts like he hasn’t seen me in days. “Have you been watching the news?”
“About the satellite?” I ask, fairly sure I know where he’s going, and not really wanting to think about it. Flashes of the demon scout ship blowing up run through my mind, and I do my best to squash them.
“No, about some of those freaks with abilities,” he corrects me. I can feel my temper start to rise at the mention of freaks, but I quickly get myself under control. Doesn’t he understand that one of those freaks is standing right in front of him, and may be the only thing standing between him and annihilation? Of course he doesn’t. “Looks like someone’s been going around, burning and killing them.” He looks at me closely, before continuing, “Are you alright?”
Nodding, as I head to my room, I feel sick, wondering who might be doing that.
“Oh yeah, hey,” my roommate suddenly says, stopping me, “did I see you coming out of Mrs. Polkin’s office earlier?”
I’d almost forgotten about the terrific deep throat I’d gotten in her office, until now. It’s a better thought than thinking about people getting burned up, or having to break things off with Gina. “Yeah, I got a small cut on my hand, and she insisted she take a look at it. It turned out to be nothing, though.” I show Robin and him my clean, undamaged palm.
“Is it true what their saying?” Robin asks me excitedly, leaning on the arm of the chair to grin up at me. I have no idea what she’s talking about, until she continues. “That she’s giving blowjobs to every guy that goes in there,” the redhead clarifies. I feel my face turning red, and know that they have their answer, as I go to my room, accompanied by their snickers.
I have to work tonight, so I jump in the shower, and furiously clean up. Sometimes I hate showering before work, knowing that I will need another one, after working at the grill, but I hate going to work dirty, also. I should’ve asked if Shanna has to work, but it hadn’t crossed my mind at the time, and I don’t dare call to find out. She’s made it clear she’ll talk to me when she’s ready.
I think about what Dennis had say about Mrs. Polkins. Have my switches turned her into a nymphomaniac, or just given her the ability to live out that lifestyle? She’d told me that she used to be a swinger with her late husband. I wonder if she had suppressed her sexuality in her older age, until I’d helped her body feel younger with my switches.
It’s my first night back to work, since I’d left for Winter break, and Shanna is working tonight, though she doesn’t pay me much attention. I try to talk to her, but she only gives me a small smile, before turning, her dyed red hair flinging out as she walks away. It hurts to be treated like that after pouring my life out to her earlier, but there is little I can do about it, short of using my switches. A quick sense of her ‘happy’ switch, informs me that she’s a little more happy than not, which is at least something. Unless she’s happy at me being miserable? Naw, that’s not like her.
Bradley is just as ornery as ever, however. There’s a new waiter, which he actually makes cry, after he’d made a simple drink order mistake. There’s another mistake on one of Shanna’s tables, and when Bradley starts to chew her out, I step up, and claim it’d been my mistake.
“Sorry, Bradley, I misread the order. It’s not her fault.” It really had been her fault, but I’m trying to win her back over, though with the way she’s treating me tonight, I’m not sure why I’m bothering.
“It’s coming out of your paycheck then,” Bradley informs me heatedly. “And you, Shanna, make sure your orders are clear enough, that this doesn’t happen again!” Our boss turns and storms away, to start berating someone else. I can’t remember the last time he was this miserable to work with, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why he is. The place is hopping, the orders flowing generally smoothly, and there is a thirty-five minute wait just to be seated. He should be ecstatic.
“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me,” Shanna informs me as she turns away to go back to the front. “Thanks, though,” I barely hear her add, before she’s through the doors separating the kitchen from the dining area.
I feel a bit warmer inside after that, though she still refuses to talk to me.
I’m so distracted by worrying about Shanna, the demons, and dealing with Gina, that I actually DO screw up an order, cooking a steak medium-well, when the customer ordered rare.
“Where is your head, tonight, Nick?” Bradley nearly screams at me after Shanna brings the plate back. “That’s twice now, you’ve screwed up. I can’t believe how incompetent you are tonight. What did you spend your vacation doing? Giving yourself brain damage, by running into walls? Smoking pot? Or were you smoking someone’s pole, instead? Someone’s going to have to cover the cost of that steak, and since I know it’s not me that screwed up. . .” He is nearly spitting in my face, he’s so angry.
For some reason everything comes to a head, and just seems to be too much: Shanna testing me and then ignoring me tonight, Bradley chewing me out, the world likely ending soon, and angels expecting me to somehow save it. Don’t they all understand that the weight of the human race is on my shoulders? Well, Bradley doesn’t, but Shanna does. I’m just so sick and tired of listening to my bald boss rant and rave, I almost blow up. I just wish he’d quit yelling.
For one second, one split moment in time; I consider walking away, and leaving them all to their fate. Who knows. . .? Maybe the world can take care of itself. I mean, the human race has made it this far, without my help, or even my interference. Why should I be the only one to defend it? I’m just a geek, after all. Not some military strategist or even a skillful negotiator. What chance do I really stand against the technologically advanced and violently alien demons?
The moment passes, however, and I see Bradley still staring at me, waiting for an answer. Looking around, I see that everyone is staring at us. A part of my mind wonders at that; I mean, Bradley is almost always yelling at someone. Why should they stop and stare now?
Then I realize that the big man isn’t just staring at me. His mouth is moving, and so are his arms, but no sound escapes his lips. Everyone stares in shock as the man tries to yell and scream, but no volume comes out. It’s not that he’s choking; I can easily see and even hear him breathing heavily. Then I feel the switch I’d inadvertently created in him, shutting him up. I have, in effect, switched off his vocal cords.
I can’t help but laugh. The whole thing just seems too comical. Here is a man I’ve feared ever since I started working here. Wider in the shoulders than me, even with the extra muscle I’ve gained, he stands taller, and with his shaved head, he has this intimidating demeanor that usually puts me in my place. But as he tries to talk, his arms waiving, face going red, and occasionally pawing at his neck, he no longer scares me. Somehow the loss of his voice seems to remove any sense of a threat from him. Like Rand al’Thor, I’ve remembered how to laugh.
“I quit,” I tell him calmly, getting my laughter under control. “I’m sick of dealing with your attitude. You run around here, yelling at everybody, chewing them out for perceived issues, and I’m done with it. Take that steak out of my paycheck too, but I’m through.” His eyes bulge in shock as I add the next line. “Better yet, shove that steak up your overbearing ass, along with my last paycheck. I’m done.”
I calmly untie my apron, and throw it at his feet. Shanna steps up next to me, unties the apron that she keeps her tips and orders in, and throws it at his feet, right next to my apron; after removing her tips, of course.
“I quit, too,” she tells him breathlessly. “I only put up with your bullshit for one reason, and now I don’t have to. You can eat my paycheck, for all I care.”
Suddenly everyone around us is quitting as well, throwing in their aprons, tired of the way the big man has bullied us, and only now that he can’t speak, do they lose their fear of him.
Shanna grabs my hand, and pulls me out of the kitchen, as the aprons pile up at Bradley’s feet. Only as I’m walking out the front door, do I think to turn his vocal cords back on, and smile slightly as I hear his roar from the kitchens.
The restaurant has been more than busy tonight, and now he has no one to do the work. I feel sorry for the customers, but that guilt doesn’t make up for the torment Bradley has caused.
Shanna still has a hold of my arm, and is dragging me to her car, but I plant my feet, and she takes a few extra steps, before she realizes I’m not following her anymore. I feel heady with power. The episode with Bradley has flipped my perspective, and right now I feel like I can take on the demons, even without my sister’s help. I know that thought is foolish, but right now I don’t care. Only it’s not demons in front of me right at the moment, it’s Shanna.
Sweet, loving, sexy, geeky, devious Shanna; the woman that took care of me after the marathon sex session with Lela, who can equal or beat me in video games and is just as geeky as me, has shared her sister with me. . . And then tested me. She ignores me most of the night, barely acknowledging me, when I try to help her out with Bradley. And now she stands there with a half uncertain smile on her face, looking so innocent and cute. I’m sick of the games, and sick of the deceit.
“No,” I tell her, my voice quiet, but underlying it is solid granite. She looks at me, and I can see the fear blossom in her blue eyes. She knows what I’m capable of, and is likely thinking I mean to use my ability on her. Hadn’t she paid attention when I told her I’m sick of manipulating people? Well, I guess after what I’d done with Bradley, I can understand her forgetting, but I thought she understood me better than that.
“Nick?” she asks me uncertainly, her voice shaking slightly, as she takes a half step back to me.
“No more games, Shanna. What are we? If you’re afraid of me, walk away now, and I won’t stop you. I won’t make you forget, and I won’t use my ability on you ever again,” I inform her, my voice staying even and firm. “But if you want to be with me, then you’re going to have to trust me. Trust that I won’t use my switches to control you, and will do anything else in my power to make you happy, so long as you treat me properly. You have to accept me as I am.” I pause for only a second, “So I ask you again: what are we?”
She closes the last of the small distance between us, and without hesitation, places her hand on my cheek. “I love you Nick. I’m sorry for what I did with Julia. I do trust you. I thought about it, and I realize that you made those switches in me some time ago, but only today have I ever been happy when I had no reason to be. I know you won’t use your ability on me, to manipulate me.” Her blue eyes look directly into mine, and I don’t doubt her sincerity. “I want to be with you. . . But only if you still want me.”
“Why have you been ignoring me tonight?” I demand, ignoring the plaintive look in her long-lashed eyes.
She drops her gaze to the ground for a moment, and I see her breath mist in the cold air three times before she answers. “I. . . I don’t know what to say. You’re almost like a god now with your abilities, and what am I compared to that? Hell, I can’t even match up to your sister, with her ability to magnify yours.” She lifts her gaze back to mine seeking understanding, but I keep my mouth shut, waiting for her to continue. “Why would you want someone as lowly and simple as me? Frak it, Nick! I love you, but I can’t see any reason you would want to be with me. You can have anyone you want, with your switches.” Her gaze grows fiercer. “I don’t want to stand in your way, but after what you did in there, I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep you.” I almost. . . almost, laughed at her Battlestar Galactica terminology.
I can still hear the uncertainty and fear in her voice, as she turns her face to mine. I know I have a choice right now. Kiss her, and she’s mine, but that means dropping Gina, Nancy, Professor Frankens, mom, and Summer. . . Summer. . .
“You know I still have to be with Summer in order to stop the demons,” I say carefully, worry that this one thing may crumble the house of cards, I feel I’m standing on.
I feel her lips on my chin, before she gives me her answer, “As long as I’m there. Do that for me, and I am all yours.”
For a moment I’m afraid. Lela’s ship will be the most dangerous place in the coming confrontation. Shanna kisses my chin again, and I know my answer now, as I drop my head, and meet her lips with mine. For good or ill, Shanna is now officially my girlfriend.
* * *
We drive to her place, me following in my car, and barely make it in the door, before clothes go flying; neither one of us cares if anyone else is there, as we go straight to her room. As soon as I walk in, I take but a moment to look around, and remember part of why I find this woman so wonderful: from her anime posters, to her figurines, and even her gaming systems, this woman is a true match for me.
Shanna grabs the back of my neck, and pulls me to her naked torso, bringing me back to the reason we’re here. Our tongues entwine with one another, as my hands roam across her smooth back, and I feel hers grip my rear end. My throbbing penis is poking her in the ribs, and I pull her tighter to me, squeezing my member between us. I can easily feel her hardened nipples pressing against my chest.
She spins us around, and suddenly shoves me away from her. Caught off balance, I trip backwards over her bed, and land on my back. She smiles wickedly at me, and I can’t help returning the smile. She saunters slowly over to me, lightly running a finger seductively from her lip, down along her breast, belly, and then finally to her pussy. I can see that her crotch is already sopping wet, when she pulls her finger away, and a string of liquid connects her finger back to her crotch.
She reaches the bed by this point, bends over my waist, and licks her way up my thigh, until she reaches my balls. Sucking one of my eggs between her lips makes me moan in pleasure, before she licks her way up my shaft to the head. Her eyes meet mine with a smile in them for a bit before she swallows the large head between her soft lips, and I feel myself hit the rear of her throat.
Dropping my hands to the back of her head, running my hands through her red-dyed hair, I enjoy how her tongue lashes around my prick while she sucks on the knob. She has nowhere near the skill of Polkins, or even mom or Nancy, but what she lacks in skill, she more than makes up in vigor.
She pulls her head up, and uses her saliva to run her hand up and down my member. “I know you won’t use your ability to control me,” she says softly, and I grow suddenly wary, “but are you willing to use it on me if I want you too?”
My first impulse is to deny her, but if she wants me to, then I won’t really be manipulating her, right? “What do you have in mind?” I ask cautiously.
“I’m just thinking how much more interesting this can be, if you use your switches to stimulate or entice me, while we make love,” she says, emphasizing her words with a quick lick along the length of my shaft. The word ‘love’ leaves her lips with a purr and I feel a delicious shiver run along my spine.
“Are my skills not good enough?” I ask, slightly insulted.
“No!” she promises immediately, realizing how she must have sounded to me. “I have never had a better lover, I promise. I just want to get really kinky, is all,” she pouts cutely.
Why not? I figure. If it makes me a better lover, and truly pleases her, then is there really any reason not to, other than being selfish?
I use my hands on the back of her head to guide her back to sucking my cock, as I make more switches in her. She moans around my cock as her nipples grow stiff, and become more sensitive, rubbing against my shins, her pussy gushes as I increase its flow, and just for good measure, I make her asshole start to tingle. She starts to go wild, sucking hard on my long rod, and using her hands on the length that can’t fit into her mouth, as I feel her have a slight orgasm.
“How’s that?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Oh, frak, yeah!” she moans, diving up my body, and kissing me passionately. Her hands are travelling all over my body, as she’s overcome with sexual desire. I feel her reach down, and try to get my cock into her sopping wet slit, but I’m not ready for that yet.
I break the kiss long enough to flip us over, and tell her, “Uh-uh,” before taking a second to suck on her hard sensitive nipples. I kiss my way lower and as soon as my lips touch her swollen labia, her liquid cum gushes out of her, coating my face in the delicious substance. I love the way this sexual woman tastes, and lap up all I can. Nibbling on her labia, and sucking hard on her clit, I shove my tongue as deep inside her small hole as I can. All of that in conjunction with my switches sends her into orgasmic bliss again and again.
Finally she can’t stand it anymore, and painfully grips my ears, pulling me up, until we’re eye to eye.
“If you don’t stick that fat fraking cock in my pussy right now, I’m going to lose it,” she informs me through gritted teeth.
“Aye, aye, Starbuck,” I tell her, grinning to let her know I’m enjoying her terminology. Wondering what exactly ‘losing it’ means, I decide to oblige her. My cock slips into her, all the way up to her womb, in one stroke. She’s never been this wet before, and as soon as I’m seated inside her, her cunt grips my length hard, as she comes yet again.
I decide that I’d better dial back my switches a little, or she’s going to be too worn out, before I even have the chance to finish.
“Oh, god,” she moans, with her hands on the back of my neck, and our foreheads touching, “I never knew anything could feel like this!” She presses her lips to mine, in a hungry kiss for a few seconds, when I feel her legs wrap behind me, and pull me into her even deeper. Once more I feel that strangling circle engulf my rod, and moan with her at how good she feels. “Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me hard, NOW!” Apparently we are done with ‘Fraking,’ and now it’s time to ‘Fuck!’
I pull out until I feel that ring slip loose, and then drive back into her, making us both grunt. She’s so wet and hot inside, it feels like my hotdog is in an oven getting cooked, but it feel so good, I don’t want to stop.
I roll us over, and get fully seated inside her womb again, as I pull her chest to my lips and suck hard on her sensitive nipple. Her hips start rocking back and forth with a fervor that will soon have me coming, as it whips my cock around inside her womb. I look down between us, and can see her frothy juices pooling on my pelvis. I can even feel a steady stream of them running between my balls and thighs.
Suddenly Shanna yelps, as her cunt clamps down harder than ever before on my meat, and I start to cum with her, shooting my seed deep into her, filling every bit of her vagina.
Shanna’s still breathing heavily, when she collapses on top of me, her cheek pressed to mine, and it takes me a moment to realize that she actually passed out.
I soon follow her into slumber.
* * *
We’re in my car, driving, with the sun setting behind us, and the moon already sitting high in the sky.
“You don’t have to come with me,” I tell Shanna. I’ve tried to talk her out of coming, without trying too hard, and making her suspicious, but it hasn’t worked. “I promise you, that I plan on breaking it off with Gina.”
“I know,” she tells me calmly, her hand lightly resting on my thigh. “I just want to have a small talk with Gina, too,” she tells me. “I trust you.”
I wonder at that, wondering if she’s playing some game or another, but she’s assured me she’s not. Calling Gina over the phone to break it off isn’t an option for me. I feel like it’s the chicken shit thing to do, and know that the blonde deserves better than that. Shanna insists on coming with me, and I’m just not up to arguing with her anymore.
“Now, you told me that Gina knows about your ability, but not how you got it, right?” Shanna asks me, her tone curious. “And not about the alien?”
“Yeah,” I answer, wondering what Shanna is planning on talking to Gina about, “she knows nothing about Lela.”
“Lela, yes. What about her mom?” she asks next.
“To the best of my knowledge, Nancy doesn’t know about any of it,” I tell her.
“You know, you can make her forget all about you,” Shanna tells me solicitously, and I glare at her. She knows how I feel about using my power like that. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Sheesh, you’d think I asked you to rob a bank of something.”
“Not a bank,” I mumbled, “just someone’s mind and memories.”
“Well, I guess if you put it that way. . .” she says quietly. “But how do you explain what you did to Gina and Nancy, then?”
“I was still learning, and made mistakes,” I tell her defensively. “That’s why I’m so careful about using them in people now.”
“Okay,” my girlfriend finally relents. And then changes tactics. “What about me?” She asks, and I’m thoroughly confused. “Can you tell if I have the magic gene? Maybe I could magnify your power, so you won’t have to lay with your sister.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” I try to let her down softly. “Everyone seems to react differently to the gene being activated. In some, nothing happens. In others, they simply die. Only a few gain abilities.”
‘She doesn’t have the gene.’ Somehow it doesn’t surprise me that Lela is watching us at the moment. I decide against telling Shanna the news.
She remains silent for the rest of the drive. I can understand her drive, though. She now sees me as some mythic person, and is trying to find a level ground to stand on. Shanna isn’t the type of woman to stand behind a man. She wants to be right next to me.
When I ring the doorbell, Nancy answers the door.
“Oh, Nick! I didn’t expect you. Come in!” She’s cheerful as she greets me and even smiles as Shanna comes in after me. “I’ll go get Gina.”
“That’s okay, mom.” Gina says at the top of the stairs, “I’m here.” She looks at Shanna for a few seconds, her mouth tight, before looking back to me. “I wasn’t expecting you either, and by the look on your face, I can guess why you brought Shanna. . . Or is it Shannon? I can’t tell you two apart,” this last bit’s directed at my girlfriend.
I’m not aware of any look on my face, thinking that I’d kept my features calm, but I guess Gina knows me too well to fool her.
“I’m Shanna,” the woman says, “and I actually made him bring me. I want to talk to you, if you don’t mind.”
I can see the hurt in Gina’s eyes, and it hurts me too, but she’s always known that we aren’t right for one another. At least, that’s what I tell myself. Am I making a mistake with Shanna? Only time will tell, and even then, only if I defeat the demons.
Gina shrugs her shoulders despondently before turning around to head to her room, and Shanna follows. When I step after her, Shanna stops me. “You stay and keep Gina’s mom company. This is girl talk.”
“Be nice to her,” I say, and she arches an eyebrow at me, while she bats her long lashes. I don’t buy the innocent look.
“Why, whatever do you think I’m going to talk to her about?” she asks me innocently; way too innocently, for my tastes. When I grumble incoherently, she laughs at me, and quotes her favorite line, “You know nothing, Jon Snow.” She pats my cheek, and hurries up the stairs.
“Can I offer you some tea?” Nancy asks me and I turn around. For a second I wonder that she doesn’t seem bothered by everything going on around her daughter, and then I remember the switches I’d made in her forever ago. After our trip to mom’s house, I realize that her ‘contentment’ switch only applies to anything I do, and I guess by extension in this case, that applies to Shanna too.
I only hope that Shanna goes soft on Gina.
“No, thanks,” I tell the older woman, and we sit down to talk about minor stuff, my mind is nowhere on the conversation. As she natters away, my mind wonders to past escapades with her and her daughter. I think about how I used my ability on her, and how things have ended up.
“Nancy,” I interrupt her in mid-sentence, and she contentedly lets me, “are you happy?”
“Of course,” she answers without hesitation.
“I mean, with everything that your daughter and I have done, as well as with you?” I press, having a sudden need to know.
“Where is this coming from, Nick?” the older woman asks me, and I can hear a note of concern in her voice.
“It’s just that most people would have some kind of issue with the things we’ve all done, and I want to know if you’re okay with everything,” I explain.
Nancy studies me for a moment, before giving me an answer. “A lot of people can think what they want to think. If you concern yourself about what other people think, you will never be happy, Nick.” She takes a sip of her tea, before continuing. “I might once have had a problem with it, but Gina and I are closer now than we’ve ever been in the past. You ask if I’m happy, and the answer is yes. What I really think you’re asking is, are you happy?”
I’m stunned at the depth of her words. Is she right? I think I’m happy. . . But then again, the knot in my stomach, over what Gina must be feeling upstairs, says otherwise. Shanna makes me happy when I’m with her, but her attitude lately, has soured that somewhat. Of course, Gina and Summer make me happy as well. When I first discovered I have the ability with my switches, I thought my life would be made, but it’s turned out to be a lot more responsibility than I ever wanted. I recall a line from the Dragon Reborn series, talking about how death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. Only now do I truly understand what that means. It would be ever so simple to just shrug my shoulders, ignore the coming demons, and just go wild with my ability, conscience be damned.
“Nick,” a soft voice from atop the stairs breaks my concentration, “will you please come up here?”
I turn to see Shanna and Gina both standing side-by-side, their expressions blank as they wait for me. I thank Nancy for her advice, before going up the stairs, and follow the two women into Gina’s room.
Once inside, the women have me sit on the bed, and they sit on either side of me, Shanna on my left, Gina on the right. I’m surprised when they each grab a hand, and Shanna starts speaking.
“Nick, we’ve been talking,” I nod. Of course they’ve been talking. I don’t see any broken furniture, scratch marks, or forming bruises that would indicate a fight, and I haven’t heard screaming, so what else would they have been doing?
“Shanna explained to me about what she told you today,” Gina says next, and I have to turn to face her. It occurs to me that the women might have set up this seating arrangement, so that one is always behind me, and keeping me off balance. It only adds to my apprehension.
“And Gina told me what you mean to her,” I have to turn again, so that I’m facing Shanna. “And we’ve agreed that it isn’t right that I have you all to myself.”
My jaw feels like it hits the floor. This is the last thing I expect! Especially after the way Shanna acted at school earlier, and even at work.
“We know you’re destined to be so much more with your ability, Nick,” Gina keeps talking, ignoring my shock. “Shanna told me about the demons. After what happened with Derek, I understand why you kept that from me.”
She did? Shanna has no right to break my confidence on that matter. I feel my face go red, as anger starts to rise from my gut.
“Is there anything else you decided to talk about, behind my back?” I ask coolly. Okay, maybe it was a bit more heated than I wanted it to, but dammit! She has no right.
“Just this,” Shanna says, placing her hand on my chest, and I feel Gina’s at the same time. I have just enough time to wonder what she means, when they both push me back, and before I have a chance to even yelp, I see the two women lip-locked together over me.
Anger flees in the face of confusion. I was certain that Shanna had wanted to talk to Gina about me dumping her, but now I find the two women kissing!
“Someone want to tell me what in the world is going on?” I ask trying to get my emotional bearings.
They break the kiss, and two sets of beautiful eyes look at me, one set hazel, the other blue and surrounded by long lashes, as they giggle.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Gina asks.
“We decided to become good friends,” Shanna pipes in right afterwards.
“But, why?” I demand to know.
“Nick,” Shanna says, “Gina told me what you did for her, and how much you mean to her. About what you did to Derek. I realized I’m being selfish with you, and that you deserve better than that from me. I really hope you’ll forgive the way I’ve been acting. The whole thing with Julia really got under my skin, but that’s no excuse. You’re under a lot of stress over the coming demons, and there I was, causing even more stress. You’re actions have more than proven how you feel about me. Can you please forgive me?”
I think back on it, and realize that the change began when Julia had entered the picture. I’m about to tell her that I can forgive her, but Gina cuts me off before I can.
“I know a way to earn forgiveness,” the busty blonde says with a wide smile, as her hand grabs my crotch, and pulls my zipper down.
“I like the way you think, Gina,” Shanna says, and reaches into my Mega-man boxers to pull out my limp cock. I’m still in too much shock, for me to be hard right now. “Oh, it looks like I am going to have to wake him up with a kiss,” she says next, then suits actions to words, and starts licking my penis.
Gina stands up and starts to undress, and only then do I understand what’s happening. I’m not going to have to leave Gina, and unless I miss my guess, Shanna no longer feels like she needs a complete hold on me either. I look at Gina’s large tits as they pop free from her bra, and then down to Shanna’s lips sliding up and down my rapidly hardening cock, and remember what Nancy had ask me a little bit ago. Am I happy? Well, I still have the demons to contend with, but it looks like my social life is back on top. Hell yeah, I’m happy!
Gina is fully undressed now, and she starts helping Shanna undress. When she gets to her shirt, Shanna refuses to let my now fully hard rod out from between her lips, and leaves it bunched up around her neck.
Gina bends over, and plants a powerful kiss on me, before kissing my cheek, and then whispering in my ear, “Thank you for using your ability on her. I don’t know what I’d have done, if I’d lost you.”
I try to protest that I’ve had nothing to do with this, but before I can organize my thoughts, Gina is sitting on my face, and bending over to help Shanna give me a great blowjob.
Deciding that now is no time to be arguing with my good fortune; I stick my tongue out, and poke it into Gina’s tangy vagina. I remember the switches Shanna had asked me to make for her, and debate on doing the same for Gina, but decide not to right now. If she asks, I will do it, but otherwise, I still don’t feel comfortable doing it without permission. Besides, I can still affect her with my voice.
I suck hard on Gina’s clitoris as I feel two sets of lips working my cock, and moan loudly. My hands are idle, and so I decide to start fondling Gina’s ample bosom. My cock is left alone for a second as Gina sits up, and I have just a moment to see Shanna pressing her tits on either side of my penis, her shirt completely off, before Gina slams her twat back down on my mouth. Shanna’s tits feel fantastic as she slide them up and down my length.
“Wow, he’s so big, he completely sticks out between your breasts,” Gina says, and a second later, as I feel Shanna’s breasts go down, I also feel her lips around the head of my rod. I start to moan in earnest as Shanna picks up her pace, and just as I feel myself getting close, she stops, and pinches the base of my cock.
“I think you deserve this first,” she tells Gina, and without waiting any further, Gina slides off my face, and impales herself on my sword, facing away from me. She isn’t as wet as Shanna had been earlier today (despite my moaning getting her ready), and it takes her a number of strokes, before I hit her deepest parts.
I feel my girlfriend’s tongue lick my balls, before travelling up, and I know she’s licking Gina’s clit by the way the blonde’s cunt starts to twitch around me, and she begins bucking as she has her first climax of the night. Luckily the small break from the titty-fucking is enough that I don’t lose my semen at the same time.
Shanna climbs on the bed next to us, and I watch in amazement as she starts to suck on Gina’s bosom, and I can feel her hand down near where we’re connected, rubbing the other woman’s pussy. Shanna’s ass is within reach, and I try to slip a finger into her, but she pulls my hand out. Shanna breaks off pleasing Gina, and leans her head down close to mine.
“I’m still too sensitive from earlier. Let’s just concentrate on her tonight, and maybe another night, you can have us both.” She seals her words with a kiss, and then starts to lick Gina’s juices from my chin and cheeks, making me moan as this turns me on, which in turn makes Gina shudder in pleasure..
The sound of my voice still has a strong effect on Gina and as my voice reaches her, she comes yet again. She leans back, supporting herself on her arms to either side of me, and gyrates her pelvis against mine. I moan again at how good this action feel, and reach up to start fondling Gina’s tits again.
With my face clean, Shanna goes back to giving her attention to Gina. Since the blonde’s tits are covered with my hands, she bends over our legs, and starts licking Gina’s pussy again.
Gina pulls off me, unexpectedly, and Shanna swallows my rod immediately in her mouth, keeping it warm, and cleaning the other woman’s cum from it.
“I want you in my ass,” she turns her head to tell me, and I smile back at her. She then remembers Shanna, and I see her pout for only a second, before asking, “I better let you have some first.”
My cock comes out of Shanna’s mouth with a slight pop. “No, I want to see him fuck you in your small ass.”
Gina smiles and you’d think she’s a kid that’d just been given an entire candy store, as she pulls the recent redheaded woman up for a kiss, murmuring, “Thank you,” before shoving her tongue into the other woman’s mouth.
Shanna grips my throbbing member, and starts rubbing it back and forth, from Gina’s pussy to her asshole, spreading the slick liquids. Without warning, Gina slams her hips down, timing it just right and I slide into her tight colon. Thankfully I still have enough of Shanna’s saliva left on me to lubricate the penetration.
Gina’s sphincter feels wonderful as she slides it up and down my engorged manhood. Something feels a little different this time, however, and it takes me a moment to realize that I can just feel Shanna’s fingers separated from my cock by a thin bit of flesh. Gina starts to go wild, as Shanna fingers her. Her colon grips and massages me to my own orgasm, and I drop my third load that day into Gina’s ass.
Once more Nancy’s question flutters through my pleasure-fogged brain, and there is no arguing that at this point, I truly am happy with my life. . .
Until I recall that the demons will be here before too much longer.
Chapter 21
The sound of a text message wakes me, and groggily I reach over to check it. Shanna and Gina had kept me up most of the night, and then when Nancy had come in. . . Okay, I can’t help but smile at the memories from last night, but I’m exhausted. I had quite literally stumbled back through my door, and fallen asleep before my head hit the pillow. I can’t even remember the drive home. I’m thankful that Lela hadn’t come to get me last night, or I’d be even more tired than I am now.
“Get your rest today.” the text reads, and it’s from my sister. I wonder why she doesn’t use the nanites to communicate telepathically.
Sitting up in bed, I only then realize that something’s not right. I’m still fully dressed, including my shoes, but my posters are gone, and someone has rearranged my room. A groan sounds next to me, and in shock I see Robin laying there.
Did I get with Robin last night? I wonder, but can’t see how I had. I’m still fully dressed. . . Then I recognize my surroundings. I’m in Dennis’s room! I must have been so tired last night that I turned right when I should’ve turned left. . .
As quietly as I’m able, I try to sneak out, but to no avail.
“Hey, dude,” Dennis murmurs just as my hand touches the doorknob, “next time sleep in your own damn bed. You were quite the buzzkill.”
Embarrassed I make it back to my own room, and plan on going back to sleep, but after thirty minutes of just lying there, fretting about what I’m going to do with the demons in a couple weeks, and tossing and turning, I finally get up, and shower.
I debate on skipping class today, but since I’m already awake, I figure I might as well go in. Besides, it might help to distract me.
“Nick!” a feminine voice hails me, her breath misting in the early morning chill. “Hey, have you been studying?” The woman smiles at me, but I don’t recognize her.
“Studying?” I ask in confusion. “It’s only the second day of the semester. We can’t have any tests already!”
She laughs at me, but I still have no idea who this is. Her hair is a mousy brown color, reaching down to her shoulders, and matching brown eyes. She stands a little shorter than me, and her skin seems a little too big on her.
“No, for math club, silly!” she informs me, and suddenly I think I know who this was.
“Barbara?” I ask just to be sure.
“Sorry,” she tells me, her smile getting bigger, “I forget how different I look after losing so much weight. I know most people put on weight over the holidays, but for some reason I just kept shedding the pounds!”
I can see the old Barbara in her now. She could almost be cute, if she fit in her skin better. Then I remember what I’d done for Mrs. Polkins, and turn up Barbara’s skin elasticity, hoping that will help her.
“Yeah! Sorry,” I say, happy for her, “You look great!” Then remembering how Mrs. Polkins has changed mentally, I think to ask, “How have you been feeling?”
“Good,” she says, her smile never leaving her thin face. “I have a lot more energy, and have been surprised by all the attention the guys’ve been giving me.” She laughs again, and I can’t help smiling with her.
“Well, good luck,” I tell her. “I’d better get to class.” I think of Donald and Adam, and hope that everything I’d done for them has turned out as well as it did for Barbara.
I’m almost to my class, when another female voice stops me in my tracks. This one I know from hours of lectures last semester. Professor Frankens is standing in the doorway to her classroom, as I turn to look at her. She’s dressed pretty modestly for her, with a suit jacket on, and a skirt that actually goes all the way down to her ankles.
“I need to have a talk with you, Mr. Xavier,” she tells me, as she opens the door wider to let me through. As I enter her classroom, wondering why she’s being so formal, I see that it’s empty and guess that she doesn’t have a class this hour. My first thought is that she’s after another tryst, but I really don’t feel up to it quite yet this morning. Especially after last night.
The professor steps back in front of me, and leads me down to her office. I’m trying to come up with a way to gently turn her down, without having to talk too much, knowing that my voice still has an effect on her.
I still haven’t come up with a way, when she sits down behind her desk and looks me squarely in the eyes. Her brown orbs bore into me for a bit, and I realize that she probably hasn’t brought me in here for sex, after all.
“First of all, Mr. Xavier, I want to thank you for being discreet about what happened between us before Winter break,” she tells me, her voice stiff and formal.
I give her a quick nod, still wary of speaking.
“Please understand that what I did was wrong,” she continues. “In my years of teaching I have never crossed that line with a student. I still don’t fully understand why I did so with you. I hope you don’t harbor any ill will towards me for what I did, or for saying that it can’t happen again.”
To say I’m disappointed is an understatement. I had truly enjoyed my encounter with the sexy professor, and even with the guilt of knowing that I’d manipulated her into it, I’ve looked forward to further escapades with her. I see that she’s looking at me, waiting for an answer. I still don’t want to speak though, and influence her unduly. When I give her another nod, she grimaces, but continues.
“I’ve put in my resignation here, and have already been accepted in another college across state.” Her tone is sad now, and I feel sorry for her.
“No,” I say, before I can think better of it, and see her shudder slightly at the sound of my voice, but I go on. “You don’t have to do that. I promise not to tell anyone, and we don’t have to. . . to you know. . .” for some reason I have a hard time saying sex in front of this older, professional woman, despite what we’ve done together. I figure it has something to do with the formal attitude she’s portraying, and don’t want to be the first one to say it.
“But I do, Mr. Xavier,” she insists. “Even as you speak, I feel myself being drawn to you. I can’t risk losing my career over the desires of my body.” Her face grows stern, and she looks at me harder. “Make no mistake; I’m not saying that I’m in love with you or anything of that sort, only that I can separate lust from love.”
Only then do I realize that she blames herself for what we’ve done. It’s not her fault, and I truly feel bad for my part in it, but can see that she’s determined to go, no matter what I say. If I were willing to use my switches on her, I can change her mind, I know, but I’m still not willing to cross that line again.
But I don’t have to use my switches. I remember how she’d behaved as I’d dominated her before Winter break.
“I understand,” I tell her. “You’ll be missed,” I say, and despite my earlier reservations about not feeling up to anything, I want to show her just what she’ll be missing. I quickly sense for Shanna’s switch, and note that she is only one building over. She had basically freed me from the requirement of being with her, when it comes to other women. A freedom I’m going to exercise now.
“I have already ensured that you will pass my class, this semester. I have no doubt you would have done it on your own. Professor Hallowburton will be taking over Math Club practices from now on. I’ll be here until the end of term, but will ask that you don’t say anything to anyone until after I’m gone.” She sounds depressed.
Professor Hallowburton is an alright kind of guy, but he is no Donna Frankens. She will be sorely missed in Math Club practices as well.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I tell her again, mentally thinking other than Shanna, who I’d already told, but I feel sure she won’t say anything to anyone about it. “But I don’t want you to go, either.” My voice is soft, but firm, and she looks up at me, wondering. “You can’t go, Donna. I won’t let you leave.”
I’m not sure whether her shudder is from the sound of my voice, or the authority I’m pouring into my tone.
“Wh—What do you mean?” her voice tremors, and I can feel myself getting hard already. “You can’t—”
“You’re mine, Donna,” I cut her off, leaving no doubt about what’s in my mind. “I’m not willing to free my slave.” There is almost a pleading look in her eyes, and for just a moment, I think to back off. Then I look at her more closely, sensing her switches. Her nipples are rock hard, and her crotch is soaked. She’s not pleading for me to back off, but to continue.
I take a step closer to this mentor, this woman who has been the subject of countless wet dreams over the years, and know she is putty in my hands. She sits frozen as I lift my hand to the side of her breast.
“No,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “We can’t.” Her heart isn’t in it.
“Take off your shirt,” I order her, and enjoy the shudder that spreads through her body, and know she’s getting turned on more and more.
She shakes her head, mumbling something about it being wrong.
“I said, take, of, your, shirt, slave.” I pause between each word, to emphasize the command, while simultaneously rubbing her stiff nipple through the layers of her clothing..
She breaks, and she’s unable to hide her small smile as she grabs the hem of her shirt, and pulls it up over her head. “What would you have of me, master?”
A warm smile splits my lips, as I gaze at Donna’s lovely chest. “I would have you pleasured, slave.” As the word ‘slave’ leaves my lips, I can feel her arousal increase dramatically. “Take off your skirt,” I order her next.
She’s in complete submissive mode, and moves with alacrity to do my bidding. A couple seconds later, I’m admiring the barely clad body of Professor Donna Frankens. Stepping up to her trembling form, I look down into her brown eyes. Her head tilts up to mine, and I know she wants a kiss, but not yet. Reaching around behind her, I easily unsnap her bra, and pull the straps from her shoulders. A moment later her panties join the rest of the clothes on the floor.
The bell rings, and Donna’s soft brown eyes grow large in terror, as the sound of students filing into her class filters through her closed door.
“Don’t move,” I order her, and she shivers again at my authority. I turn and lock her door, then look my slave in the eyes. “You’re going to sit on your desk, and give your master a show,” I inform her.
“But my class. . .” I can see her wavering, but I’m not willing to pass this up.
“A class you were willing to abandon,” I tell her unkindly. “A class you were willing to leave behind, because you wanted to deny yourself of the pleasure that I can give you.”
“But this is wrong. You’re my student. I shouldn’t take advantage of you.” I can tell she’s starting to worry again, as her arms lift to cover herself. I need to head this off quick, or I’ll lose her forever.
I laugh, making sure I’m not too loud. “When we’re together, slave, I am your master. There is no student/teacher relationship, and I’ll brook no disobedience. Now put your arms down, and sit on your desk.”
Her eyes dart to the locked door, and she hesitates for just a moment. I can tell when she comes to a conclusion, as she murmurs, “Yes, master.”
My tool is hurting in my pants; I’m so hard right now. Whipping my large phallus out, my smile widens even more at the glossy look in Donna’s eyes.
“It occurs to me, that my slave has been too long denied her own pleasure. A denial she has brought upon herself.” I pause, just for dramatic effect. “It’s time you learn that pleasure is not a negative thing. But rather, something that needs to be fed and nurtured.” The confusion in her eyes is a beautiful thing. “Pleasure yourself, slave.”
Comprehension dawns in her chocolate browns, and she glances at the door again, but her hands go to work. Her left hand goes to her right breast, pinching and twisting the nipple, while her right hand drops to her wet snatch, and immediately starts rubbing her clit.
Sitting in one of her chairs offers me a great view of the mature woman trying hard to get off. She’s making small sounds of pleasure, as her eyes remain locked on mine. Occasionally she’ll look to the door, and I know the danger of getting caught is increasing her arousal.
The bell rings again, but Donna doesn’t even seem to notice. My hand starts to lightly stroke my thick rod, as I continue watching my beautiful slave.
“Moan,” I tell her, not wanting her to hold anything back. “You need to let it out, and stop trying to control this part of yourself. Enjoy it, and I promise you won’t regret it.”
The students out in her classroom are talking loudly, which is good, as it covers the deep moaning that Donna suddenly lets out.
“Does master like watching his slave play with her nipples?” She asks me, still looking me deep in the eyes. “Does he like the way I make myself wetter as I play with my little pussy? Does master want to see what happens when I slip a finger inside?”
“No,” I tell her, “I want to see what happens when you slip three fingers in.”
Without any trace of hesitation, she slips the first three fingers of her right hand into her snatch, and comes hard. Her moans can easily be heard outside, and I can hear the class suddenly go silent.
Without a second thought, I create a memory switch for the entire class and flip it. The outside chatter starts back up instantly.
No headache occurs from such a massive switch, and I smile.
“Did master enjoy watching me cum on my fingers?” my slave inquires.
“I did,” I reply, easily. “I enjoyed so much that my cock almost hurts. Come over here, and suck the cum from my cock, slave.”
Almost inhumanly fast, Donna is off her desk, and her lips are wrapped around me. Between the eroticism of watching her get off, while her students are outside, and the whole master/slave thing, it only takes a few talented strokes, before I’m shooting down the back of her throat.
“Swallow it all,” I order her, and she greedily sucks all of my seed from me. She even goes so far as to milk my length to get every last drop.
When she can finally get no more from my wilting member, she stands up, and looks me in the eyes, before unexpectedly throwing her arms around me, and pulling me into a tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispers into my shirt.
“Get dressed, I tell her gently, leaving out the authoritative tone, “I think you have a class to teach, and continue teaching.”
She steps back then, and a look of horror crosses her face, but I stop it, before she can say anything.
“No one knows what happened in here,” I assure her. “Our secret is safe.”
She looks at me dubiously, “How. . .?” then shakes her head, and gets dressed in rapid order.
Once she is fully presentable, I lean into her ear, and whisper, “I expect you to keep teaching. You won’t regret it.”
She looks me deep in the eyes, before blinking, and seeming to come back to herself. “I expect you won’t miss any of my Math Club practices, Mister Xavier?”
I smile as the professor façade returns. She’s going to be alright. I wish her the best of luck, and leave her office. I get a few glances from some of the students, but am quickly forgotten when there is a commotion outside the classroom. Running out, I have to grab someone to find out what’s going on.
“Something’s happening outside,” is all the response I get, before I’m swept along in a tide of students heading for the exterior doors.
The sun hits my eyes, and combining that with the white snow all over the ground, I’m momentarily blinded, as a communal gasp sounds around me. Blinking to clear my eyes, I start looking around to see what the fuss is about.
And almost shit myself.
Floating a few feet off the ground are a couple of older teenagers, maybe eighteen or nineteen, one boy, and from the familial resemblance, I’m guessing his sister. In one of his hands is a floating fireball. She is scanning the crowd, and her eyes look odd, as if. . . yes, her eyes are the color and reflectiveness of chrome. Around each of their necks is a necklace that appears to be made of some type of clear gemstones, each one about the size of my thumb. They both have on white shirts and white pants, with matching shoes. Her hair is red, and tied back into a ponytail, his dark brown and cropped close to his head.
The girl’s eyes land on me, and I shiver. It’s almost as if I can physically feel her gaze. Her hand lifts and she points at me, and then both siblings are looking at me, and there is no mistaking the sensation that spreads across my skin.
They land softly on the ground, and start walking towards me. The smile that graces their lips would look peaceful, if not for the flickering glow of the man’s fireball reflecting off of them.
There is no possible way that even I could predict what they do next.
“Prepare for trouble,” says the girl.
“Make it double,” the boy follows up.
I groan, as the rest becomes predictable.
“To protect the world from devastation,”
“To unite all people within our nation,”
“To denounce the evil of truth and love,”
“To extend our reach to the stars above,”
“Jessie,”
“James,”
“Team rocket blasts off at the speed of light,”
“Surrender now or prepare to fight,”
I stumble mentally when I don’t hear the final line delivered by Meowth. That can’t really be their names, can it?
“Pokemon?” I ask, trying to keep the derision out of my voice. “Really?” I can tell they’re dangerous, and likely another one of the angel’s experiments.
“We’ve been given god-given powers to cleanse the world of evil-doers like you,” James snarls at me. I try hard not to laugh at the way he worded that statement.
Jessie fingers the necklace around her neck, before saying, “Each of these is a fallen soul. Each one is someone who’ve gained their powers from the devil.”
Great, I think, religious fanatics.
“Submit to us now, and we will make your death painless,” James spouts, and I realize these lines are rehearsed. If what she said is true, and each clear gem is another person with the gene that the angel’s were activating, then they’ve already taken out quite a few people.
Only now, do I realize that there is a large gathering surrounding us, and that I’m no longer on the edge of the group. People are looking from the Rocket twins to me, and back again. Most of them likely think this is some performance being put on by the drama department. They don’t know the danger they’re in. Before I can think to warn the crowd to get away, Jessie speaks up.
“Answer our demand now, or we will assume your response.”
I start to form a switch, in an attempt to turn off their abilities, but the girl with the strange chrome eyes shouts, “Watch out brother, he’s attacking!”
Without any further warning, James throws the fireball he’s been holding at me, and I have to dodge to the side, landing hard on the snow packed ground. I also lose the switch I’d been preparing.
The crowd “oohs,” as a tower of flame goes up where I’d just been standing. Don’t they understand the danger? I can see that those closest to the pillar are backing away uncertainly, shielding their faces from the heat.
“It’s not too late to come to the light,” James informs me, and I can see him preparing another fireball. It occurs to me, that these must be the two that have been burning some of the other experiments that Dennis had told me about.
Just to be contrary, I shout, “No thanks. I prefer the power of the dark-side.” Okay, so I’m no James Earl Jones, but by some of the snickers in the crowd, my humor isn’t completely obtuse. I attempt again to make a switch, this one smaller, intending to turn off his flame, and once again the sister calls out, and I’m scrabbling to get away. This time I’m not quite fast enough to escape completely, as flames start licking up my right leg. It only takes a second to put it out on the snow, but the heat had been intense!
I don’t even bother trying to make a switch this time. I’m not sure what exactly the redhead is able to do, but those chrome eyes seem to be capable of seeing beyond normal sight.
It takes me a moment to get my feet under me, and I can already tell that my leg is badly burned. I’m surprised that they’re giving me the opportunity to stand, until I realize that they don’t really fear me. They know before I can attack, and act quicker than I can. In fact they’re just standing there, waiting for me to either give up, or attack again.
What is the deal with these two? Flying, superhuman sight, fireballs. . . Wait a minute. . .
‘Lela,’ I send to the angel I know is always watching, ‘How do they have more than one ability?’ Thankfully the siblings don’t attack, while I’m communicating. She probably can’t see the transmissions from the nanites.
‘They only have one ability, each. They are able to draw other abilities from those diamonds around their necks.’
‘You mean that those gems are from the others they’ve killed?’ I can’t hide the shock that I feel.
‘Yes, his ability is to be able to crystallize another’s ability. Her gene allows her to see those with abilities. They are twins.’
Shit, shit, and triple shit! Basically I’m up against two dragons, with my kender of an ability. Well, if Tasslehoff Burrfoot was brave enough to do it, then so can I.
If only I had his immunity to fear. Or Raistlin. Yeah, the dark wizard would really come in handy right now.
Despite the cold air, there is no mistaking the steady trickle of sweat dripping down my spine.
Thankfully communicating with the nanites is nearly instantaneous, and only a couple seconds have passed since I regained my feet.
“Last chance, demon. Surrender now or prepare to fight,” James intones solemnly.
The word ‘demon’, applied to me, sets my teeth on edge, and my decision is made. Not that I really have much of one to make.
‘If this goes badly, please be ready to get me out of here.’ I don’t wait for a reply, before running right at them, doing my best to avoid the pain in my leg. I have enough time to register the shock on their faces; they were likely expecting me to run away, as I create a switch to solidify the air in front of me. Despite Jessie’s warning, the shock of my brash action makes James hesitate just long enough for me to get the switch made.
If there was more time, I would have sighed in relief as the switch forms. I wasn’t sure if it would, after failing to do anything of the sort while playing beer pong so long ago. My powers truly are growing and maturing.
James’s fireball explodes against my shield, momentarily blinding me, and eliciting a whole new set of gasps from the gathered crowd. That crowd. . . That foolish TV brainwashed crowd. . . I shake my head, and prepare my next switch, hoping I have the time to make it, as I feel the switch for my shield start to burn. Now THAT is an uncomfortable feeling!
The switch to kill their abilities doesn’t form.
“Brother, he has the ability to change the quantum state of things,” Jessie states.
Quantum state? I’ve never looked at my ability that way, but it makes sense.
The last of my shield melts away in a ball of orange flame, and I start moving again, this time to the side. I debate on trying to tackle one of them, but for all I know, they may have superhuman strength stored in one of those diamonds. Maybe if I can get those necklaces off them.
A quick switch later, both necklaces’ clasps let go, and they fall from their chests. The fireball that is already speeding towards me vanishes, and I turn to tackle James.
A couple feet away, I leap for the young man, and a freight train runs into me, knocking me aside.
I roll to the side, as soon as I hit the ground, and pain flares through my side. Bones are broken, I have no doubt. Looking through blurry eyes, I can just make out Jessie gripping her necklace, her hand outstretched in my direction.
“Nick?!?” I hear Shanna’s frantic scream from the croud.
“Dammit!” I attempt to swear, but blood spittle comes out instead.
Finally, the crowd understands that this is for real, and I can barely hear them screaming in panic as they take off running. My ears are ringing so badly, that I can’t make out the undoubtedly pious words James says as he picks up his necklace, and another fireball forms in his hands.
My body is too broken for the nanites to fix me in time, and I can see my death in that red-orange ball, as it flies towards my chest.
Shanna, I think, I’m sorry you have to watch me die.
Oblivion takes me.
Chapter 22
Yellow light is the first thing I notice, as I come to.
Good, apparently I made it to heaven, I think. I’ve never been very religious myself, but at least I know I was good enough to come here.
Flexing my fingers and moving my arms confirms that all my pain is gone. Silently I weep, knowing that Earth is now left to the demons. Maybe the countries will come together, and put up a good enough defense. It’s a nice thought, but I know it’s not really possible. Humans are too cantankerous.
Oh, god. Shanna. . .!
Pulling my legs underneath me, something doesn’t feel quite right. Opening my eyes, I find myself staring at the burned remains of my right pant leg.
“What the. . .”
“Oh, good, you’re awake!” A familiar voice spouts, startling me. Strong arms grip me in a fierce hug, before pulling back, and Summer searches my eyes.
“Good to see you too, sis,” I try to greet her cheerfully, but don’t have it in me right now. I’d lost. And to Team Rocket no less. “Thanks for coming to get me, but why are you here?”
Apparently she either doesn’t like my words, or what she sees on my face. I soon find out it’s the latter.
“You look like shit,” she tells me. “Why don’t you try to rest in the healing light a bit more?” I almost laugh as I see how tired she looks.
For a moment, I wonder if she’d watched my battle with the twins, and know that it’s possible, as Lela is always watching me. I notice how upset she seems, and can feel her hands shaking on my arms.
“I’m sorry, I’ll be fine. The nanites,” I offer in way of explanation. They should be strong enough, and my body recovered enough to completely fix all of me. If only they could do the same for my pride. “Relax, will you? We still have some time before we face the demons.” I try to get her to calm down, but my soothing tone seems to have the opposite effect.
“You were nearly killed down there, Nick! But that’s. . . It’s not that. . . Something. . . um. . .” Summer bites her lower lip, as she tries to formulate what she wants to say. “Lela’s been incapacitated,” she finally blurts out, and I feel like my whole world gets rocked.
“Lela? How—?” I demand to know, gripping my sister’s arms now, and completely forgetting about the twins. I feel a knot forming in my stomach, as I worry about the gentle alien, but my logical mind takes over. If Lela is down, it’s not a complete loss, as there are still six other ships. Ships that can’t fight and I have no experience in leading. Maybe if another alien piloted. . . “Where’s Harana?”
The fear increases in Summer’s blue eyes. “She’s taking care of Lela,” she whispers. “She’s also piloting the ship.”
“What happened to Lela?” I demand to know again, wondering why Summer is acting like this, and then it occurs to me. “The eggs?”
She nods, and I can see tears running down her cheeks now. Fear grips my heart. Not the kids, too, oh, please not the kids, too! I have to get to Lela, I know, but I don’t know how to open the hatch that leads to her.
“Lela, Harana!” I yell, hoping to get one of their attentions. “I can’t open the door. Lemme back there.”
“Nick,” Summer’s hand on my shoulder makes me feel claustrophobic, and I shake it off, “You can open it with the nanites. Just send the command to the ship mentally.” I look at my sister stupidly. Can it really be that easy? I know that she could do it for me, but that has never been my sister’s way. She’s always willing to help me, but never one to do things for me. How ironic that her ability ends up being the same way.
Without hesitation, I mentally command the ship to open the door, and sure enough, it opens to my right. I dash through it, headless of the blackness that surrounds me. I know I have a few steps before the path turns, and my eyes adjust to the infrared light, before I slam into the wall. I run the entire way to where I know Lela to be, sensing her with my switches, and hold up outside her door, slightly out of breath, and full of dread.
Suddenly I’m apprehensive, not certain what I’ll find inside. Summer hasn’t told me what happened with Lela’s and my kids. She’d only told me that the alien is incapacitated, and then she’d started crying.
No, I think, they have to be okay. Something about the alien hatching process must have been hard for the mother. Try as hard as I might, though, I can’t convince myself of that. How can eggs hatching be hard on the mother?
I don’t know how long I stand outside the doorway, but finally I conclude that I have to walk through it. I have to face what’s inside. Commanding the ship to open this door, I step through.
Lela is not on the incubator, as she has been every other time I’ve been in here, and for just a moment, I wonder at that oddity, until my brain realizes that the children wouldn’t be in there, after they hatched. I sense her switches in an adjoining room, and open that hatchway before going in.
It takes me a moment to comprehend the scene before me. Lela is lying on the floor, her arms around some small, unmoving objects, and Harana has her arm around her older sister, trying to comfort her, and talking in their dual-toned language.
I take a step forward, my eyes and even my senses drawn to the six or seven objects that Lela is cradling. I can hear what I take to be crying from Lela, and only then does it really hit me that our kids haven’t survived.
I don’t know what to think, or even what to feel. My body is locked up in shock, as I try to form coherent thoughts. Yes, they are my kids, but they aren’t entirely human, and it’s not like I had helped incubate the eggs. The entire time Lela had been on that incubator, it almost felt like she was taking care of someone else’s eggs.
But now that I see the tiny things, it strikes home. These tiny things are the product of Lela’s and my coupling. I helped create these tiny creatures, and there is some small part of me in each one. My eyes can see that they’re gone, but my heart refuses to believe it.
I drop to my knees next to Lela, and only then do they notice me, but I ignore them. There is something. . .
I look at the tiny creatures, marveling at how they look. They have the pinkish skin of Lela’s race, but it’s tinged just a bit by the baby pink of a human newborn. Their eyes are smaller than Lela’s in comparison to the head, which is also smaller in comparison to their body. I notice that some have four fingers and some have three. There are six in all, and they all have light tufts of hair on their peaceful heads. If I ignore the fact that they aren’t breathing, I can almost imagine that they’re sleeping peacefully.
All of this I note with the outside of my concentration, however. There is something. . . It almost feels like I can sense them, like I can with my switches, but I’ve never made switches in these little creatures.
“I tried to save them,” Lela’s voice penetrates the fog that surrounds my mind, distracting me. “Our DNA just doesn’t mix,” I can barely understand her, as she tries to speak English through her tears. “They all broke their shells, but didn’t live long past that.” Lela chokes up again, and Harana tries unsuccessfully to console her.
It strikes me as odd, her concern for the children. Hadn’t she intimated that her race didn’t care for their children? Yet, the death of these six is tearing her apart.
‘This was different,’ the words appear in my vision. Apparently I’d sent the question to her, and feel like a heel. In her depression, I’d accidently asked her a question like that. ‘What we did together was beautiful, not painful. Usually incubation is handled by machines, but my ship wasn’t designed for mating and children. I’ve come to care for them, as I care for you.’
‘I’m so sorry,’ I send back to her, but. . .
Why can I sense them, if they’re dead and I’ve not given them a switch? The question plays through my head a few times, before something occurs to me.
Without a word, I jump up and ran all the way back to the blue room. I don’t say a word as I burst in, only stopping long enough to grab Summer’s wrist, and drag her after me. She yelps when she passes into the darkness, but I know her eyes will adjust soon enough, thanks to her nanites.
“Nick, what are you. . .?” she tries to ask me, but I just keep running.
As soon as we’re in the room with Lela, Harana, and my kids, I finally stop, and feel for them again. It’s fainter now, but I can still make them out. I have to hurry, or it might be too late.
“Take off your shirt,” I command my sister, as I start to do the same. Will it be enough, or will it take more contact? I don’t know, but I have to try. I’m definitely in no mood to even try to wake my cock up.
“I hardly think now is the time—” Summer starts to protest, but I cut her off.
“Just do it! Hurry, before it’s too late.” Summer looks from me to Lela and back again, before quickly removing her shirt. I don’t think I have time to explain, my sense of them is fading too fast.
Lela and Harana start saying something in their language, but I ignore them as I hug my sister close to me, and feel my strength with the switches magnify exponentially at the contact. A small part of me notices she’s not wearing a bra, and I’m grateful for the extra skin that will be in contact with me. I command the ship to bathe us and the babies in the healing yellow light, not knowing if it will be necessary, but wanting every advantage I can have. I feel Summer pulling down her pants, hindered slightly as we hug, and then she works on mine. They hit the floor a second later, and she wraps one leg around mine, and places the other between my legs. I close both of my legs, and know it’s now or never.
This is about the most physical contact I’m going to be able to have with her, short of actually having sex. Intercourse is the furthest thing from my mind right now, as I start to form the group switch, and attach it to all six babies.
I try to push it, but nothing happens. Did I overdo it with Donna and the Pokemon twins? Am I not recovered enough from the damage they caused? I push harder, then harder still on their ‘life’ switch. I don’t know if it’ll work, but I know I can sense them, and how can I do that, unless they’re still alive, but too weak to register to Lela’s advanced technology. I notice that the switch I’d made is not completely off, and that gives me some measure of hope.
Groaning, I throw everything I have behind the switch, and some distant part of me hears Summer moan as well, but I ignore it as I feel the switch move a little. It’s just a tiny bit at first, but as I continue to shove against the switch, it picks up speed. Some small part of me notices that something is running from my nose. Most likely blood. My ears start ringing again, and we tumble to the floor, too weak to support ourselves.
Just before I blackout, again, from the effort of moving the switch, I hear a small, almost imperceptible yawn.
* * *
I wake with a start, as fear courses through me, followed immediately by a massive pain in my skull, and I collapse backwards onto a soft surface.
“He’s awake,” a voice says, sounding distant, but I recognize it as Shanna’s.
What’s she doing here? I wonder, and then realize that I must have been dropped back off at home, after I. . .
I sit up again, as I remember why I was unconscious in the first place. “My kids,” I croak, wondering at the sound of my own voice.
“They’re fine,” Summer tells me, as my eyes try to adjust to the light. Something doesn’t seem right. Everything has a yellow tinge to it, which throws my augmented vision off.
So Summer is here too. By the sound of her voice, she’s doing better than I am. “You saved them, Nick. I’m so proud of you. You did it!”
I feel a hand grip hold of mine, and give it a squeeze, but I still can’t focus my eyes. I know the hand is my sister’s, because I can sense my switches better, and can even feel the one that I’d made for the six little babies.
“My eyes,” I say, glad my voice is improving a little as I speak. “I can’t seem to focus.”
I feel someone take my other hand, and know from the switches I sense that it must be Shanna. “Lela says you caused some damage to yourself, saving your kids. The nanites and this yellow light are working on healing you, but it’s going to take a bit.” That’s nice, I think, the yellow light will get me better in no time. Wait. . . Yellow light. . . In my room? I slightly remember Lela using it that night in the basement, and relax. “Nick, you really had us worried. We understand what you did, but it almost killed you.” I can hear the fear in her voice, and pull the blurry blob that I know is her to me for a hug. Summer hugs me too, and I’m grateful to sense my switches increase. At least I haven’t burned that out.
“How long until the demons arrive?” I ask, afraid of how long I’ve been out.
“They’re still outside our solar system,” Summer says, and I relax. Fear about being out of commission for too long, and missing the invasion leaking out of me.
Then I remember the twins.
“Those two,” I have to swallow, and clear my throat, “the ones that attacked me. She can sense where I am. They might be on their way here, right now!”
Shanna laughs softly, before replying. “I wish them luck.”
I turn my blurry gaze to her, confused. My eyes are finally able to start focusing, and I can make out Shanna’s concerned face.
“If they can get up here, then they’re too powerful to stop, anyway,” Summer states.
My eyes finally focus completely, and I can see we’re in the blue featureless room. I groan as I realize I’m on the ship, and not in my room. My head is in Shanna’s lap. “Why are you here, Shanna?” I ask my girlfriend.
“Ouch,” I hear my sister say a moment before Shanna shoves my head from her lap.
“Maybe because I was worried about my boyfriend, after watching them fry and pummel you on campus.” I can hear the hurt and pain in her tone, and realize my mistake immediately.
“Shanna, I’m sorry,” I plead with her, and I can feel the light and nanites returning my strength to me, as I sit up. “It’s no excuse, but I’m under a lot of stress, and didn’t think.”
Shanna looks at me for a bit, and then nods. “You’re right. I’m sorry I’ve been adding to that stress.” She comes back over to me, and gives me a hug. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”
“I’m not angry about you being here, but how did you get here?” I ask, as the question occurs to me.
Summer clears her throat and answers. “I’ve been up here watching over you, so I knew about her becoming your girlfriend. I figured she would want to be here.”
Turning to my sister, I thank her, and hold Shanna closer to me. “Did it look as bad as it felt?”
Shanna starts crying into my shoulder, and I have my answer. She must have thought I was dead.
I let her cry for a bit, before looking to Summer, “Did anyone see the ship?” She shakes her head. “My kids?”
Shanna steps away from me, and I realize just how insensitive I’m being. I now have six kids with another woman, even if that other woman is an alien, and haven’t really gotten a handle on how my girlfriend feels about that. I open my mouth to apologize again, but the dyed-redhead cuts me off.
“No, don’t apologize. They’re important to you, and that means a lot to me.” She takes a deep breath, then continues, “Go. You need to see them.”
Grabbing her hand, I turn and open the portal into blackness. She hesitates just outside the blackness, but apparently trusts me enough, and follows me through.
“How do you see in this?” she asks.
“What do you mean?” Summer pipes up, solicitously. “Can’t you see the floor beneath us?”
“Be nice, Summer,” I chide. “We’ve got nanites in us, which augments our vision, so that we can see into the infrared spectrum.”
“Nanites? Really? That’s so cool!” I smile as the geek in Shanna starts to come out. “Can I get some? What else can they do?”
I try to answer all her questions as we walk, and soon we’re outside Lela’s room.
For once I think before acting. “Shanna, on the other side of this door are two angels and my kids. Are you going to be alright?”
Her fist lightly connects with my chest, before she replies. “I’m about to meet extraterrestrials, and an entirely new species, and you want to know if I’m alright? Hell yeah, I’m alright. I can’t wait.”
Even knowing she can’t see my face, I’m beaming down at her.
The door opens, and I’m greeted with a very unexpected site. Lela is breast feeding two of our little kids at once, while Harana rocks another two. The last two are sleeping peacefully in a pile of blankets and soft yellow light.
It’s also noticeably brighter in here. Not bright, per se, but bright enough that Shanna can see. I hear her gasp as she sees the angels for the first time. The angels are also warily watching Shanna.
“They’re. . . They’re beautiful,” my girlfriend states, and the tension evacuates the room.
“I didn’t know your race breast feeds,” I state, kind of wishing I could be sucking on her taught nipple.
“Don’t be so crass,” Summer states, at the same time Shanna hits me again.
‘It’s okay,’ Lela’s words appear to me. ‘We don’t, but apparently my body has changed more than I thought. Your sister was kind enough to help me figure it out. I was worried about how to feed them. This ship really wasn’t designed to support kids.’
“Are they going to be alright?” Summer asks, concern thick in her voice, at the same time the words, ‘And her milk tastes wonderful,’ appear in my vision.
‘Pervert,’ I send back to her.
‘Yes,’ Lela sends to us. ‘They don’t demand much, and since I can now feed them, they will live. Thanks to you.’ The last is delivered with a nod to me.
“Can you produce enough milk for all of them?” I ask concerned. Even engorged with milk, her breasts are rather small for feeding six babies.
“What’s going on?” Shanna asks, and I realize she’s been left out of half the conversation.
As I start to bring Shanna up to speed, I watch as Summer takes the two kids that Lela is feeding, and sets them into the pile of blankets, next to the other two sleeping children. I realize that I recognize the blankets from mom’s house. The yellow light bathes Lela, and I watch with fascination as the angel’s breasts grow and firm, before she takes the last two from Harana, and starts feeding them.
“Can you imagine what kind of games could be produced, if we had hardware that’s as powerful as that?” Shanna asks, and I enjoy how she feels against my side as I pull her tighter to me. She truly is a match for my geekiness.
Harana stands and walks over to Shanna and me, while my sister softly croons to her nieces and nephews.
‘Have you thought about how you will deal with the twins?’ The way Harana is looking at me lets me know that she is the one asking the question, and the room goes quiet.
“What?” Shanna asks again, and I whisper the question to her. “Oh. . .” she says, worriedly, squeezing me tighter to her.
“I’ll help,” Summer says, her voice quavering, and I know she’s afraid of facing the two terrors.
“No,” I deny her, but can’t miss the relieved look that crosses her face. “You’d only get in my way. I barely got out of it alive. I can’t be worrying about you at the same time.” I turn to Lela, and ask a question that’s been in the back of my mind, but only now comes to the surface. “If these two were so powerful, why weren’t they chosen to fight the demons?”
Lela and Harana exchange glances, before the older sister responds. ‘They were deemed too violent, and their mental state is too rigid to accept anything other than what they were raised to believe. They think they were given their abilities to cleanse mankind of evil, and have been slowly stealing the abilities from others.’
Well that sounds logical.
Harana looks to me, and I somehow know the next words are from her. ‘You need to stop them.’
Of course I do, I think. Because goodness knows I don’t have enough other things to worry about.
“Will someone please keep me up-to-date?” Shanna grumps.
“Umm. . .” I say, looking at Lela.
‘Go ahead. The other room has an applicator ready.’
I look back to Shanna, telling her that she can have the nanites, but warning her about the pain she’ll suffer.
“Ha, men always think women are weak,” she tells me, laughing, “but if you had to deal with our monthly visitor, you’d know that we can handle more discomfort than men can.” I know better than to open my mouth.
Despite her words, I know she’s nervous, as I lead her to the other room. A couple minutes later, she’s screaming in agony, while I rock her back and forth.
* * *
‘We have a plan,’ Summer’s words appear to me, and I come awake.
Shanna is sleeping peacefully in my arms, and as I try to pull away to see what they’ve cooked up, she wakes, and pulls me back to her.
“Did it hurt that bad for you?” She asks, and I just nod, as she shivers in memory.
‘They have a plan,’ I send to her mentally, and smile as she gasps.
“I have my own heads-up-display!”
I laugh as I take her out to the others in the adjoining room, and fill her in on the finer points of the nanites.
My laugh is cut short as I see the look in Summer’s eyes. “The kids?” I ask, suddenly worried, only to breathe a sigh of relief a moment later when she shakes her head.
The plan gets laid out before me, and despite Shanna’s misgivings, I agree to it. Those twins have to be stopped.
* * *
I feel naked, digging my toes into the soft cool dirt beneath my feet. Despite knowing how fast Lela’s ship can travel, I’m having a hard time believing that I’m currently standing in Southern Arizona’s desert, miles away from anyone else. This time, there will be no chance of innocent bystanders.
The night air is cool, but I barely feel it. Somehow Lela and Harana were able to get the light suit to work outside of her ship. Even now, the four females and six children are a couple miles above me. Far enough to be out of view, tonight, but close enough to get to me in a crisis. Summer had hinted again at helping me out, but with the light suites on, there can be no physical contact between us.
“You came,” the words coming from behind me, startles me, as I spin around to face the twins. Thankfully they don’t spout their Team Rocket opening line again.
“I see you got my note,” I tell James. Shanna had delivered it to them, and somehow they made the multi-hundred mile trip to get here, in only a couple hours.
The large moon sits on the horizon, framing the two, and I see they’re holding hands. Thankfully the nanites allow me to see them clearly, even though the light is coming from behind them. With their all-white clothing, they almost seem to glow.
“You’re ready to surrender your evil ways, then?” Jessie asks, as she takes in my apparent nakedness. “Or did you hope to tempt us into your wicked ways?”
“You will not tempt us. We are stalwart in our convictions. God is on our side, and we shall prevail!” James spouts on the heels of his sister.
Wow, these two are pompous! I go over the plan again in my head, hoping that the suit will protect me. Lela had said that it would, but Harana wasn’t as certain. A backup plan plays out in the back of my mind, just in case.
“Surrender? No.” Shock appears in their eyes. Had they really deluded themselves into thinking that I was giving up? The note had simply told them where to meet me. They’d caught me by surprise last time. This time I’m prepared.
“Then why. . .?” Jessie asks, and I can’t hide my smile at their confusion.
“Because God hates murderers,” I tell them, pandering to their game, “and you need to be stopped.”
Their faces go red in rage, and there is suddenly a ball of flame in James’s hand.
“Your vile tongue will not sway our holy mission,” James yells, and flings the ball at me.
I’m prepared for it, though, setting up another air shield, and jumping out of the way. I hit the ground, rolling, and come up, hand outstretched, and flip the already made switches to drop their necklaces. They’re ready for it, though, and catch them in their hands.
It was only a distraction though, as I create more switches, and flip them on the run. From our previous fight, I know that I can’t affect them directly, but that doesn’t protect their clothing.
The molecular bond holding their white coverings together are turned off, and their clothing disintegrates.
Jessie shrieks in outrage, and I can’t help but notice that the carpet matches the drapes, before she’s able to cover herself up. She’d been about the send that bullet train of force at me, but her nakedness distracts her, and dust is suddenly kicks up in front of me, trailing off into the night.
“What wicked trickery is this?” James demands, and I notice him glancing at his sister out of the corner of his eyes.
Another switch, and a cool breeze blows across them, and even I’m intrigued with how hard Jessie’s nipples get.
The plan is to get their necklaces away, and then disable them, or kill them. The latter is out of the question. But a third option seems to present itself.
“Wicked miscreant!” James shouts. “Do you think to shame us, by displaying what God gave us?”
I look back to him in time to be struck by one of his fireballs, directly in the chest. Dammit! I berate myself, caught up in my own distraction.
Rolling a couple times on the desert floor, the flames go out, and I’m thankful the suit protected me. My chest is a bit sore, but happily not burned.
I regain my feet, and look at the two shocked siblings. “Sorry,” I state, smiling, “Did I forget to mention I’m fireproof now?” I know I shouldn’t, I mean I really shouldn’t, but I can’t help but say the next line. “Looks like God is on my side, now.”
Rage fills both of their faces, and Jessie flings her hand out at me, sending another wall of force my way. I throw up another shield, and dodge out of the way again.
My shield doesn’t even slow the attack, and it clips my leg, spinning my about, and sending me painfully to the ground. The suite doesn’t protect against that, I guess.
In frustration, I act without thinking, sending some of my oldest switches at them. Too late, I remember that their somehow immune to my powers.
The switches form.
I stand there in shock, and just barely dodge another wall of power, before it crushes me.
Immediately I start flipping on the switches, and dimly note that a yellow light engulfs me. I can feel Lela and Shanna still miles above me, and while the light is weak, it gives me the extra strength I need to push the newly created switches, while my ankle stops hurting.
Jessie’s eyes grow large as her nipples stiffen even more, and a slight trickle starts between her legs. James had already gone semi-hard with his naked sister next to him, but he is sporting a full-on boner now. Both of them are frozen, as I carefully walk up to them. I don’t know if they can do anything while frozen, but I’m wary all the same.
Nothing happens as I take the two diamond necklaces, each with about ten thumb-sized diamonds on them, out of the twins’ hands, and fling them up behind me. They vanish, and both sets of eyes bulge even more at my apparent magic. Perhaps they think I’ve done the same thing to the necklaces, as I did with their clothes.
The yellow light vanishes. I wonder what they thought about that?
Standing this close to Jessie, I can’t help but admire her body. Her tits are small, maybe a B-cup, but sit high on her chest, and look pretty firm. A slender waist leads down to slightly rounded hips. It’s obvious she doesn’t trim, by the size of her massive red bush, but her legs are long and slender.
In contrast, James looks like one of those men who can eat whatever he wants, and never work out, while still maintaining his form. He’s not well muscled, but I’ll bet there’s hardly an ounce of fat on him. His pointing penis looks to be just a bit over average in size, but otherwise unimpressive, when compared to some of the others I’ve seen in the past few weeks.
I have to step back, remembering the plan, but decide to add my own twist to it. The switch to disable their rare gene takes some serious effort to turn off, and both of them groan as I do so.
‘I need to change them,’ I send to Shanna, knowing that she’s watching, and likely won’t appreciate what I’m about to do next.
‘If you take sexual advantage of her, you’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.’
I decide to drive forward with my new plan.
Walking around to Jessie’s back, I turn up some of her switches, doing my best to make her hornier. I reach out to touch her, and the shimmering light around my hand stops me. I quickly divest myself of the light-suite, and step up behind her again. Wrapping my arms around her, I lightly tease her nipple with my left hand, while my right digs through the mound of fur below, until my fingers find her moist slit.
“Oh, I’m gonna go to the special hell,” I murmur.
She shudders, as I rub my finger against her slit, and I look over to James, and see he is intently watching me, unable to do anything else.
“Your brother likes what he sees,” I whisper inter her ear. “Did you see how hard he got before I froze you?” I nibble a bit on her ear, while I rub my fingers around her tiny hole. I’m tempted to slip a finger inside her, but I want to build up her tension first.
I know I’m manipulating them, using their switches, and while a part of my conscience is screaming at me to stop, all I have to do is remember the twenty or so diamonds on those necklaces, each one a stolen life, and my conscience shuts up.
I’m really mashing down hard on her ‘wet pussy’ switch, and sense that she is getting close. She is doing her best to hold back moans of pleasure, but between my skill and the switches, she doesn’t stand a chance. I sense just the moment, and give her stiff nipple a sudden twist, and a loud moan escapes from her clenched jaws, and my hand is covered in her love juices. I rub hard back and forth against her whole vagina, trying to make her orgasm last.
“Look at your brother’s cock,” I tell her. “See that liquid seeping from the tip? That’s because he likes what he sees. You turn him on.” I can hear muffled denials, but her eyes are glued to James’s manhood. “I’ll bet you’re wondering what it would be like to have him in you.” I make a switch to make the inside of her twat itch. “Or maybe even suck his cum straight from his cock.” Her mouth goes dry after making and moving another switch.
My cock is nestled comfortably between her small ass cheeks, and I start to hump myself slowly against her, while I resume my assault on the rest of her tiny body.
Her denials are growing weaker, and by the time she reaches her second orgasm, she is no longer refusing my words.
“See how his fluids are running from the tip of his penis? That’s all because of you, his dear twin sister. He wants you. You can see it in his eyes. See his hunger, his desire. I can tell you like him looking at you. I feel how wet you are down here. I know you’re thinking about what it might feel like to lay with your own brother.”
This time, the sound that escapes her throat is one of acceptance.
“But wait. . . Isn’t that a sin?” I rub her coochy harder, tweaking her nipples, and nibbling lightly on her neck. She is completely confused. Her body is telling her one thing, but her mind is saying something else. “How can it be a sin, though, if you love each other? You do love your brother, don’t you?”
Carefully I lessen the switch that’s holding her paralyzed, ready to reinstate it at a moment’s notice. I needn’t have worried.
“Yes,” she whispers, and then moans as I turn up the sensitivity to her clit and nipples. “I do love him.”
Her hips are now moving, grinding her ass against my rock hard cock.
“You know,” I whisper conspiratorially, “while he’s frozen like that, I’ll bet you can find out just what he tastes like, or even feels like inside of you.” I fully release her, and step back.
Hesitantly she looks from me to her brother’s cock. It’s easily apparent who is the better endowed, but love wins out, and she rushes to James.
Dropping to her knees, a tentative hand reaches out, but stops before making contact. “Forgive me James. I—I can’t help myself. I’ve always looked up to you, and I love you so much. Please. . . Please forgive me, but right now I need this.” Her fingers close the final distance, and I swear she moans as she makes contact with her sibling’s phallus.
There is a flash of light behind me, and I spin around, prepared for an attack, but it’s only Shanna. A very naked Shanna.
“Sorry to scare you, but I saw how hard you are, and didn’t want to pass up this chance.” She tells me, a twinkle in her eyes. “You’re still going to hell, though.”
I know that she also doesn’t want me trying to fuck the slight redhead as well, but I don’t mind. I’m so horny right now, I just want to take her down, and fuck her on the dry desert floor.
A muffled moan brings my attention back to the twins, and I see Jessie has James’s rod between her lips, sucking up his precum. James’s eyes are closed, and I know he is enjoying the incestuous liaison. I decide to turn off her dry mouth switch. She seems to be satisfying that urge.
Warm lips wrap around my own rod, and I give out my own moan. Looking down, I meet Shanna’s grinning, lust filled, gaze, and smile as I run my fingers through her hair.
“James, I know you would stop me if you could,” Jessie says then, and I see she’s gotten to her feet, and is looking her brother in the eyes, “But I have never wanted anything as much as I want this right now.” She gives him a tender peck on the lips, then turns around, and backs up to her brother’s rigid pole, and I can see she’s trying to get him inside her cunt. There is no mistaking the moment she gets it right, and her eyes pop open wide, and I hear one of the most seductive moans ever, leave the true redhead’s throat. “I never knew what this could be like,” she mewls as she starts to really move against his now slippery pole.
Shanna’s lips leave my tool, but only long enough for her to bend over in front of me, mirroring Jessie. I immediately take a half step forward, and spear my girlfriend’s vagina upon my sword, making us both moan at the completion of our bodies.
Our moan gains the twins’ attention, and I even notice Jessie smile, before she begins to shudder in another climax. Looking to James’s eyes, I can tell he is enjoying this as much as his sister, and I release him.
Once again I’m wary, and once again, I don’t have to be. James grabs ahold of Jessie’s hips, and starts thrusting violently into her, making Jessie grunt with each impact.
“Oh Jessie,” he calls out, “I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right! I love you, sis!” and then he grunts, and I know he’s depositing his sperm into his sister’s womb.
‘I think it’s time you two came back up to the ship,’ Summer sends me, and suddenly I’m back aboard Lela’s vessel, still screwing Shanna, but now surrounded by three other naked women. Smiling, I’m excited about how good this night is going.
Chapter 23
With the sun coming up only hours away, I can’t wait to crawl into bed. I have my first competition with the math club this evening, and I’m skipping class so that I’ll have at least two brain cells to rub together, while there. My brain is fried, my body thoroughly worn out—all four women on Lela’s ship made sure of that, though Lela wouldn’t let me have any of her milk—and after the battle with the twins, my head feels as though the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man has taken up residence in it.
Not wanting to awaken my roommate, I creep through the main room, and this time, make sure I go left to get into my room. My door gives a slight, familiar creek as I open it, and slip through.
I only have a moment’s notice, before someone is crying incoherently on my back.
“Gina?” Her switches give her away.
“Where have you been?” she demands, and then before I have a chance of responding, “I was so worried. Everyone said you’d died, and then I watched the videos on Youtube, and saw those two attacking you. I was so worried! So very worried! And you didn’t call, or tell me you were safe, or alive. . .” She pulls away, and starts hitting me with her fists. “Why didn’t you let me know you were okay?”
Pulling the blonde to me, I hug her to me as she sobs into my chest.
“The twins are taken care of,” I tell her softly. “I verified that the cops picked them up in Arizona a few hours ago.” She pulls back and looks up at me curiously. “Seems they somehow lost their abilities, and the police received an anonymous tip about where some wanted murderers could be found.” I smile down at her, but her eyes go dark again.
“A few hours ago? A few HOURS? And you couldn’t take the time to let me know you were fine?” Her anger is palpable, but before I can answer, a half-dressed Dennis barges in.
“Dude, what the hell?” He demands, shoving his hand against my shoulder. “Are you real? I could have sworn they disintegrated you, the way you suddenly vanished. What the hell happened, and why did they attack you?”
A shadow moves behind Dennis, and I recognize Robin’s red hair over his shoulder. “Why did they attack you?” she repeats her boyfriend’s question.
“Yeah,” Dennis chimes in, “I thought they only attacked other. . .” His voice trails off as his eyes grow wide and he takes a couple steps back from me. “You’re. . . You’re one of them, aren’t you?”
Sighing in resignation, all I can do is nod my head. Why did they have to attack in such a public place? Thus far, I’ve been able to keep my ability mostly a secret, but after yesterday on campus. . . Well, let’s just say I’m likely to be a lot more noticed. Hopefully I’m more famous for it, than infamous. Yes, I know I’m getting a bit conceited.
I wait for Dennis and Robin to back away in fear and terror. In their presence is one of those freaks he’s been going on about in the news.
“Man, that is so. . . [b[awesome!” he yells, and I look up to see him grinning widely.
“What can you do?” Robin asks, in genuine interest.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dennis asks, and then they continue to bombard me with questions, hardly giving me any opportunity to answer.
Finally, as the sun crests the horizon, I’ve answered their questions, to the best of my ability. I’ve even told them about the impending demon invasion, and they both agree to go camping for a while, just before the invasion.
“What about me?” Gina asks, once we’re finally alone in my room again.
‘She’ll be up here of course.’ Somehow I know those words are from Shanna.
Groaning, not in any mood, or having any energy to argue, I tell Gina, and then stumble to my bed. I don’t remember falling into it, but when I wake some hours later, I’m stripped to my underwear, and under the covers. I notice my pillow has the slight scent of Gina’s perfume, and know that she’d been sleeping in my bed until I got home last night.
Rolling over, I see Gina’s hazel eyes staring back at me.
“Mmm, good morning, sleepyhead,” she purrs to me with a smile.
“Morning?” I ask. The light is wrong for it to be morning.
She looks past me to the clock, and gives a small laugh. “Well, no, I guess it’s not. It’s a little before three.”
“Three? Crap! I’ve got to get ready for the competition!” I jump out of bed, and start throwing on my clothes, until I catch Gina pouting at me.
“Don’t you have a bit of time?” Her hands pull the blankets down from her, and I see she’s completely nude. DAMN, she looks good!
Well. . . The competition is at four. . . She grins as she sees she’s won.
What little clothes I’d managed to put on, take less time to take off, as I jump back into bed with the massively hot woman.
She pulls me to her, meeting my lips with hers, as her breasts press firmly against my chest. Tasting her soft lips, I moan, feeling her ‘wet’ switch move in reaction to my voice.
“You had me so worried,” she whispers, breaking off the kiss, and looking me fiercely in the eyes. “I’m not leaving your side again.”
I nod, knowing she’d been terrified while I’d been gone.
She squeals, and simultaneously hugs me tightly to her naked form, before rolling me onto my back. Sliding back, it only takes her a moment to get the angle right, and my head slips past her first folds. While she’s wet, she’s not nearly as wet as she usually is when we have sex.
“I need to feel connected with you, to know you’re alive.” Until now I guess I really didn’t understand how much she felt for me. I mean, I know she loves me, but I guess I didn’t understand just how deeply that ran for her. She must have been at her wits end yesterday. Then, even lying with me all day, I’d be surprised if she left to do more than go to the bathroom.
I felt my heart warm for this woman. We’d been through some tough times in our odd relationship, but I couldn’t deny that I truly cared for her.
What then of my feelings for Shanna? I care deeply for her too. Great! I think. What kind of a lecherous man am I that I’m falling for two women?
Thinking of my sister makes three, and gives me the answer. Rand al’Thor, eat your heart out!
While I’ve been ruminating, Gina’s been working on getting me deeper inside her, and I hear her grunt as I poke at her womb. “I love you, Nick. Never let me go.” Then, without any preamble, she begins to move against me. She continues hugging me tightly to her slim body, her firm breasts rubbing against my chest, and her pussy sliding along most of my member, making me moan loudly as we make love.
“Oh, fuck, Nick. You always feel so good inside me. Yes, grab my ass. Make me cum, Nick. Make me cum all over your massive cock!” She shudders as her orgasm strikes, and I powerfully hunch my hips, driving deep inside her, striking her deepest points over and over again. Her orgasm seems to go on and on, and finally I can take no more, and loose my ejaculate into her clutching vagina, sending her to a whole new realm of ecstasy.
* * *
I’m almost late for the competition, and Gina asks why it’s so important for me to go. Even Dennis and Robin are curious as to why I’m going to do a math competition, when there are so many other things that I could be doing in preparation for the coming invasion.
For that matter, I don’t know why it’s important. I can’t give them an answer, and just shrug as I get out to my car, all three of them in tow. When I realized that Dennis and Robin have every intention of sticking with me until they ditch town, I know my car will be too small, and we end up taking Gina’s car instead. The way the three are acting, I almost feel like I have my own personal guard service.
It isn’t until now, sitting behind my team’s table, that I begin to understand why I want to be here so badly. It isn’t for Professor Frankens, or the rest of my math team. It’s not even for school pride. And despite all the whispers and odd stares I get from everyone who’d thought I was dead, this still feels right.
This competition is something I understand. It’s something that I can to a degree control, and know how I’m going to play it. Sure, I don’t know what questions they’re going to throw at me, or what the other team will be like, but math is something that I can control, and it’s unchanging. No matter how you play it, two plus two will always equal four.
Donald, Barbara, and Adam all gape at me, as I take the last seat at the table.
“What happened to you, yesterday?” Adam asks in a whisper that everyone can hear. I’m gratified to see that his acne has cleared up, but still bothered that I couldn’t repair his skin. Hmm, I ponder, I’ve been able to do more lately than I could at the beginning. Maybe. . . Yes! The switch to repair the acne damage to his skin forms, though I’m unable to move it more than just a tick.
“Yeah,” Donald follows up, “we all thought you were dead, and then when you didn’t show up in class today. . .” Donald keeps blinking at me behind his thick glasses, and I realize they’re no longer to his prescription.
“Have you been getting headaches?” I ask him, ignoring their questions.
His beady appearing eyes blink a few more times, before saying, “Yeah, how’d you know?”
I move his ‘vision correcting’ switch all the way, and he gasps, but I also lean forward and pull his thick frames off his nose at the same time.
“But I need those. . .” he argues, then blinks some more, and looks around. “How did you—?”
“The way you kept squinting through them,” I tell him, as if that explains everything.
“The police were looking for you,” Barbara says, as though it’s her turn to try to get an answer from me. Her skin definitely looks like it fits her better, but isn’t perfect yet.
I hadn’t thought about the police. After an altercation like that with the twins, it’s no wonder the police would be looking for me. I’ll have to keep an eye out for them.
Before I have the chance to formulate an answer for the brunette, a buzzer sounds, which startles me half out of my seat.
The judge introduces himself, and then the two teams. I see Professor Frankens smiling at me in the front row, and Gina, Dennis, and Robin a few rows back. The judge goes over the rules, and we test our buzzers, before the first equation is displayed.
I freeze in shock when the screen lights up with the equation. It’s not that the equation is hard, quite the opposite, really. No, what startles me, is that I see the answer. I don’t meant that I know what the answer is, just by looking at it, but rather that the nanites solved the equation, and are displaying the answer to me as soon as it’s revealed.
Unfortunately, the other team is quick on the ball and gets the point.
“It’s okay,” Donald says. “It’s just one question. We’ll get the rest.” I almost laugh. This is going to be too easy!
As soon as the second question appears on the screen, I hit my buzzer. Everyone stares at me in shock, but I easily give the answer that’s floating before my vision. There is a murmur in the crowd, when the judge announces a correct answer, and Adam pats me on the back.
A black haired Asian girl on the opposing team glares at me, and I note that she’s the one who answered the first question.
Looking at the crowd, I decide that I’d better wait a couple seconds before answering next time. I don’t want to make things too obvious.
That is, until the Asian girl hits her buzzer as soon as the third equation appears, and gets it right.
“Well,” The judge’s voice rings out, “it looks like we have quite the spirited and talented competition on our hands, tonight.”
‘Lela, does she have the nanites?’ I send to the angel. I can’t sense any of the switches on the ship, but I know she’ll get the message.
‘No, but she has her gene activated,’ the words appear a moment later.
‘I think she has some kind of superior intellect,’ I tell her, then curse myself for being too distracted and missing the fourth question. She’d answered as soon as the screen lit up that time, also.
The crowd is really “ahh”-ing now, and I decide to get my butt in gear, if we’re going to have a chance of winning this.
The other girl hits her buzzer just a moment before the screen lights up this time, disqualifying her team this round, and I let Barbara answer this one.
After that, it’s a battle to see who can hit the buzzer first, without hitting it too early. I screw up once, but quickly use a switch to display the equation. The girl really begins to glare at me after that, and ends up making two more mistakes.
The temptation to use my switches more than that once grows, as we stay neck and neck, but I hold back.
And then we’re one point behind for the final question. It’s worth two points.
The tension in the room is thick, and silence hangs supreme as everyone waits for the final problem to appear. No pressure at all.
The screen lights up, and suddenly my vision goes blank. I don’t mean the room dimmed, or I couldn’t see the screen, I mean everything went gray. A solid, flat gray.
It takes me a moment to realize that I’d heard the opponent’s buzzer, but no answer following it.
“She doesn’t have it,” Adam says next to me. “Look at her, she’s shaking her head and her eyes are huge.”
I wish I could look at her. Why can’t I see?
“I need your answer,” the judge announces officiously.
Another buzzer sounds, indicating that the other team took too long.
“We’ve got this,” I hear Barbara say. “What is it, Nick?”
“I don’t know,” I tell her in confusion. “I—I can’t see.”
The judge calls for us to answer, and I can hear Adam furiously scribbling, trying to come up with the answer.
“What do you mean?” my female teammate demands. “It’s right there!”
I shake my head in denial, and point shakily at my head. She doesn’t understand, and I’m starting to get worried. Have I somehow overused the nanites? Did something fry in my brain? ‘Lela?’ I send in desperation, but I can’t even see my own message.
Adam hits the buzzer, and shouts, “Forty-two!”
“I’m sorry, that is incorrect,” the judge drones, and just that quickly, my vision returns.
Immediately I glance at the screen, wanting to know what kind of equation could stump the other team, but it’s already gone.
‘Lela, what happened?’
‘Your race is not yet ready for that answer,’ she responds a moment later.
What’s that supposed to mean?
Another buzzer, and the game is over. We lost.
The girl on the opposing team stomps over to me and stares me in the eyes for a moment. “You cheated,” she states, matter-of-factly.
The judge hears her. “If you have some sort of evidence to present, young lady?” but she shakes her head, and walks back to her celebrating team.
Then Gina, Dennis, and Robin are right there, looking around, and I realize they’re acting again as my bodyguards.
“Nick,” Barbara yells after me, but I need to get out of here. What had Lela meant by our race not being ready for that?
I see Professor Frankens looking at me, worried, but I continue moving.
The four of us head for the exit, but the Asian girl cuts us off.
“Why didn’t you answer that last question?” she demands, and I only notice a faint accent in her voice this time.
“Why didn’t you?” I shoot back, not liking her attitude.
“You know what it was too, then?” she asks, curiously, there is no longer any heat in her voice.
I nod that I do, even though I have no frakking clue, and walk past her.
Unfortunately, the police are waiting for me, right outside the door.
“Mr. Xavier?” a cop with the obligatory mustache asks me, and I nod. “You’re wanted in connection with the altercation that took place yesterday.
“Nick?” Gina’s voice is thick with worry.
For a moment I debate on making a switch to make the cop forget, but that won’t make the problem go away, and it’ll likely get the cop in trouble to boot. I’ve never had a reason to hate the cops, knowing that they’re only there to do their duty, and help protect us.
Does that make me an Earth cop, because I’m trying to protect all of humanity? A question for another time.
“It’s okay,” I whisper to her, and go to the officer. “Any chance my girlfriend can ride with me?” I ask, already knowing the answer. I use a switch to make him more accommodating.
Yes, I’m manipulating him, but I’m worried about Gina’s psyche if I’m gone too long from her.
“Um, I’m not supposed to, but I guess if you behave. . .” The policeman seems a bit confused as he walks us to the car. He even goes so far as to politely open the doors for us.
I tell Dennis and Robin to head home, and I’ll be there before too much longer. Dennis gives me a wink, before leading a chortling Robin away. They know I can handle myself.
“What’s going on, Frank?” a second cop asks as we get situated. “We’re only supposed to pick him up, not his floozy too.”
Hearing Gina referred to as a floozy pisses me off. I crank hard on Frank’s ‘accommodation’ switch, then make and flip some in the partner.
“Listen, bub,” I say in as deep and menacing a voice as I can muster, “This lady is a high-class gal. In your whole life, you’ll be lucky to have a woman such as her even look at you. Treat her with respect, am I clear?” I release him from his paralysis and let go of his ‘intimidation’ switch, and smile as he turns fear filled eyes to me. He quickly nods, and turns back to the front, as we pull out of the parking lot.
Gina is left in the lobby as I’m taken back to a different officer’s desk. I half expected to be taken to an interrogation room, but won’t complain that I’m not.
I’m not waiting long, before a large brutish looking woman sits across from me, and glares for a moment. Her nose has obviously been broken numerous times, and there are small scars around her mouth. Her shoulders are easily big enough to play for any professional football team, and even with my ability, I’m just a bit intimidated.
“Mr. Xavier,” she says, and her voice is gravelly, and barely feminine at all, “your name has been popping up a lot lately.” She studies me for a reaction, but I just stare blankly back at her. “When that happens, we here at the precinct like to call that a pattern.”
Really? She’s going to treat me like a child? I know I shouldn’t, but my mouth speaks before I can get my filter into place. “You mean like how if I see two circles and a square, followed by two more circles, the next is likely to be a square?”
The scars around her lips tighten at my flippant tone, but she doesn’t rise to the bait. “Why don’t you tell us where you were yesterday afternoon, Mr. Xavier?”
“You mean when those two lunatics were trying to kill me?” I ask. “I was home taking a bath.”
Her large fist slams down on the table, startling me, and I realize I’d better cool it. “Don’t play games with me, kid. Four other students got hurt, and one of them is in critical condition. Witnesses as well as numerous online videos place you at the scene, before you mysteriously vanished.”
For a moment I think to tell her the truth. But after the way I’ve been acting, telling her that an alien experimented on me, and another two of her experiments tried to kill me, but thankfully that alien also teleported me to her ship before they could burn me to a crisp, and oh, by-the-way, I also have six kids with that alien, just doesn’t seem very viable.
“Look,” I tell her, trying to come up with something fast, without looking like I was trying to come up with something fast, “I don’t know what happened. All I know is that I was walking out of Professor Frankens’s class, when there was a huge commotion. I ran outside to see what was going on, when those two attacked me. Why don’t you ask them?”
“I did, this morning,” she tells me, and I blink at her. “I’m Special Agent Albrecht, in charge of finding the siblings that have been traveling across the country, frying people to a crisp. This morning, we caught them in the Arizona desert, hundreds of miles from here. The sick perverts were fucking in the desert.” She shakes herself in disgust, but her attitude doesn’t bother me. She doesn’t strike me as the type of woman to enjoy anything. She picks up a folder and her desk, and looks through it for a moment. “When we questioned them, they told us that they were on a holy mission to cleanse the world of demon infested souls, and that you had somehow blocked their God-given powers, and turned them to temptation.” She folds her massive hands in front of her, and fixes me with a piercing stare. It’s only then that I notice her eyes are two different colors. The right one is an ice-cold blue, while the left one is a dark brown, bordering on black.
I have no doubt that many perps have broken under that mismatched gaze.
“As I’m sure you can guess, we’re very interested in talking to you. We already have one of your victims in lockup.” She states this last part almost as if it’s a second thought, but I have no idea who she’s talking about.
She must correctly recognize the look on my face, as she goes ahead and confuses me even more. “I hate men who lord their power over women, Mr. Xavier, and you look like the type of tough guy to do just that. Like that doe-eyed gal in the lobby. Do you beat her up every night, unless she obeys you?”
“What? No!” I reply, shocked at the accusation. I know she’s trying to throw me off balance and see if something shakes loose, but I hate the mere thought of violence against a woman.
“I’ve seen many women like her. Always following her man around, afraid to be too far away, lest he beat her for not being available at his every beck and call,” she continues as if I hadn’t spoken. “Now I know some poor fool women prefer to live like that, but when you rape a woman, leave her pregnant, and beat her. . . Well, I just won’t tolerate that.”
What the hell is she talking about? I know Gina hasn’t been spreading any lies, and while I can see how it might look like Gina was a simpering slave, she is anything but!
“Ha!” she nearly spits at me. “You’re so arrogant, that you’ve already forgotten about the poor woman you mistreated.” She stands, and grips my shoulder painfully. “Why don’t we go back and visit her?”
She literally picks me up with her grip on my shoulder, and I’m left with the choice of being dragged, or walking.
Walking seems more dignified.
‘Do you need us to come get you?’ I know the question is from my sister.
‘No, I need to clear my name, and get this straightened out.’
She takes me back to a group of cells, and points to someone cowering in the corner. At first I think it’s a guy, until I notice that there are only women in the cell. The hair is short, and the clothes ragged.
“There,” Agent Albrecht shoves me at the bars, and the girl looks up, then turns around terror. If she had a voice, she would have screamed.
I recognize her. . . Or him. . . Or, well, I’m still trying to figure that out.
Harley Quinn as I now think of her, the person who had once been Derek, cowers in fear in her cell.
“Look what you did to that poor woman,” Albrecht growls behind me, and I feel my temper slipping.
“Derek,” I say through clenched teeth, “What lies did you spread this time?”
She only continues to cower, not answering. Albrecht’s grip on my shoulder tightens, and I know I’m in trouble. This has to look really bad, from the agent’s point-of-view.
“Listen,” I tell the large woman, “I don’t know what he, or I mean she, told you, but she is a known liar. She raped the girl out there—” I point to the lobby, “—numerous times, and I saved Gina from that monster in there. If he, er, she is pregnant, you’ll find that it’s not mine!” I look between the two for a moment, then ask, “Why is she in there, anyway?”
“She was caught shoplifting. She wrote down her story while we booked her. You want me to believe that that weak little thing raped another woman?” Albrecht asks incredulously.
“Go ask Gina for yourself,” I tell the agent. She gives me a queer look, then drags me back out to her desk. Depositing me forcefully in the seat, she storms out to the lobby.
Damn Derek and his damned lying. I’d thought I’d taken care of him before, but apparently I’d let her off easy. I’d taken away her voice, apparently she’d gotten pregnant from her own cum when she’d been a man, and still he was trying to get at me. Then I curse myself for the fool. There’s more than one way to communicate.
This time, I’m going to make sure nothing like this can ever happen again. I remember the movie ‘Liar, Liar’ and know how I’m going to handle Harley Quinn.
Albrecht comes back from the lobby, shaking her head.
“She corroborates your story,” the massive agent states, towering over me. “I think she’s batty, though, talking about aliens and sex changes. But that doesn’t mean I believe you. And that doesn’t answer the question about you and those two deviants we caught in Arizona.”
There is a loud commotion from down the hallway with the cells. A guard rushes out, and up to Albrecht.
“That nutcase in cell three is calling for you,” he tells her, and I can tell she doesn’t like the term ‘nutcase.’
“Stay here,” she growls at me, then storms off again, only to come back wide-eyed, and confused a few moments later.
“That girl just confirmed everything that your girlfriend just said. Including the parts about aliens and sex changes. Funny how she never spoke a word until you got here.” She gives me another one of her ugly glares, but I sit placidly, waiting. “What can you tell me about the other two?” she asks when she sees I’m not going to buckle.
“Exactly what I told you before. I came out of class, and they attacked me.”
“Witnesses claim your leg got badly burned,” she continues to dig.
I lift both my pant legs, showing her my undamaged skin.
“And you suddenly vanishing?” She doesn’t want to give up.
“I admit I haven’t seen the videos, but as soon as I could, I took off running. If it looks like anything else, the videos must be edited.” I’m keeping my voice calm and smooth, knowing she doesn’t have anything on me, now.
“Why couldn’t we find you until tonight?” She’s starting to lose some of her heat, but wants every question covered.
“They attacked me,” I tell her. “I didn’t know if they knew where I lived or not. I didn’t know what to do.”
“Why didn’t you come to the police?” Now she just sounds curious.
“They were throwing fireballs at me. What could the police do?”
The questions only continue for a few more moments, before Special Agent Albrecht has to admit that she has nothing on me.
Gina greets me with a massive hug as I reenter the lobby. A cab is called, and takes us to my place, where Dennis and Robin give me another interrogation, laughing as I tell them, and then laughing harder when I have to explain about what I’d done to Derek.
“That guy always was a prick,” Dennis chortles.
“Not anymore,” Robin laughs, and she has to get herself under control, before she can continue. “Now she’s just a pussy!”
We all laugh at that, and have a couple beers to relax after the crazy day, before going to bed. Dennis and Robin invite us to join them, and Gina’s game, but I just want to call an end to this miserable day.
As soon as Gina and I are in my room, though, I find myself on Lela’s ship, and groan.
“Nick?” Gina’s worried voice sounds behind me, and I groan again. Is everybody going to come up here? Next thing you know, Donna, Mom, and Nancy will be popping up for a visit!
‘Do you want them here, too?’ Harana mentally asks.
‘NO!’ I quickly reply, not realizing that I’d been broadcasting my thoughts again.
“Yeah,” Summer’s voice says behind me, “You tend to do that a lot. It’s rather fun, actually, peaking into my perverted brother’s thoughts.”
Gina runs to Summer, and gives her a big hug, or tries to, before pulling back with a grimace, and squaring her shoulders. Summer is wearing nothing but a light suite.
“I take it, this is the alien’s ship?” Gina asks, and I smile to see her backbone returning.
“Alien ship?” a slightly Asian voice states, and I turn in shock, “I was wondering if I would ever see an extra-terrestrial.”
Chapter 24
I can only stare in shock at the Asian chick from the math competition. She’s still in her nice clothes from the competition.
“What’s she doing here?” Gina asks, forming the words my mind is unable to create.
“I asked Lela to get her,” Summer says, and I watch an almost equally nude Shanna come through a black portal in the side of the room.
Why are they both in light suites? I wonder, and this time, make sure the thought stays in my own head.
“Why?” Seems I’ve finally found my voice, and I use my usual articulation to form that brilliant question. Damn, I’m tired.
“Because I have beyond a genius level intellect, and you need me for something,” the newcomer says. I stare at her, and her arrogance, while she takes in Summer’s and Shanna’s lack of conventional clothing. She then turns back to me, with a very judgmental look. “I take it this is your harem?”
The disgust and scorn she places in those words, hurts. I mean, yes, each one is kind of my woman, but they all have a free will of their own. I don’t own them.
Summer smirks at the words, while Gina hugs me tighter. Only Shanna doesn’t seem to react.
“We prefer to see him as ours, rather than the other way around,” My wonderful, sweet, psychotic sister says. “And you’re partially right. We may need your help. I wanted to bring you here, on the off chance that you might be able to offer us some advice.”
‘Way to go, sis!’ I think to her, glad that someone’s able to put the pompous genius in her place.
“I can,” the other girl says, without a hint of doubt. She glances around the blue-lit featureless room for a bit, before facing me. “Where are the aliens?”
“They wanted to let us talk to you first, in order not to scare you.” Shanna is the one to answer this time, but the other woman just continues to stare at me.
‘Bring her to us.’ The words appear before me, and I smile, knowing what she will be experiencing shortly, and looking forward to it.
“What’s your name?” I ask her.
“Leslie,” she replies, and I wait for her last name, but she just stares at me.
“Okay, Leslie, I’ll take you to them.” I’m trying my best to keep my tone level, but she suddenly becomes wary. Ignoring her trepidation, I mentally command the ship to open the doorway, and then indicate she should go through first.
Leslie steps up to the black seeming wall, and hesitates for only a moment, before stepping through. I barely hear a sigh of relief from her, as I smile to the other women. Seeing Gina standing there, I ask, “Will you be alight here, for a bit?”
‘No, bring her as well,’ one of the angels sends to me, at the same time Gina nods that she’ll be fine.
“Umm, never mind,” I say, feeling foolish. “I guess they want you too.” Holding out my hand to her, she takes it, and gives it a gentle squeeze.
Turning to walk into the blackness, I end up bumping into the slim backside of Leslie. My eyes adjust quickly, as I murmur an apology, then lead Gina around her. Gina gasps as she steps into what must seem like impenetrable blackness.
“Come with me, please, Leslie,” I state, stepping harder than I have to as I start walking. My intent is to make sure she hears me walking away, but to my surprise, she starts following.
“You can see in this?” Gina asks, and I hear the fear in her tone.
A hundred answers go through my mind, most of them geared to make Leslie worry, but in the end, I answer with a simple, “Yes.”
I hate to admit it, but I have to marvel at how confidently Leslie follows my footfalls, even around corners. When I stop outside of a doorway, she stops as well, and then continues when I do.
I start to feel like a heel, after only a few doorways though. As arrogant as Leslie is, she might end up an ally, and we really could use her intellect.
“When we arrive in their room,” I tell the two women, “it will be marginally brighter, though it will seem quite brilliant to your eyes for a moment. They won’t hurt you, so please stay calm around them.”
Gina nods at my words, taking them to heart, but Leslie just sniffs disdainfully.
I open the last hatch and walk into the dimly lit room with the two angels. My kids aren’t in evidence, and I can only assume their resting in the adjoining room.
Leslie is the first to talk. “You really like nudity, don’t you?” Of course, Harana is in her light suite, and Lela is completely nude so that she can breastfeed. I choose not to dignify her question with a response. “I hope you don’t plan on me strutting around here like a bitch in heat.” I’m about to snap at her, but then I see the look in her eyes. She’s testing me, wanting to see how I react.
“Bitch in heat?” Gina nearly screams. “I’ll show you, a bitch. . . What? Let me go, Nick. I’m going to show this—” She cuts off as she looks at me.
Pulling her back to me, I whisper, “You’re acting the way she wants you to. She’s testing us.”
“I don—” She tries to argue, but I cut her off with a quick kiss, moaning. I can’t think of anything else to do, and reason that it’ll show Leslie she isn’t getting to me. When I break off the kiss, Gina is slightly breathless. She tries to glare at me, but it never quite reaches her eyes.
“Girls, this is Harana, and her older sister, Lela,” I inform them, indicating each angel in turn. “This is Lela’s ship you’re a guest on.”
When I mention ‘guest,’ I see Leslie flinch. Thus far she has been a very rude guest. Both women study the angels for a moment, and then flinch when Lela speaks.
“Be at ease.” Her dual toned voice sounds melodic as usual.
“Interesting,” Leslie murmurs, and I can barely hear her. She goes on, and I catch snippets of “vocal cords,” and “language dynamics.”
Harana stands and walks over to Gina and I, and Gina grips my arm tightly. ‘Do you want her to have the nanites as well?’
“What’s going on?” Gina’s voice broadcasts her fear.
Turning to the blonde woman, I explain the question, and what it means.
“It’ll hurt?” I nod, and wait. “But I will be able to communicate with you at any time, no matter where you are?” I nod again. “No more worrying if you’re alive or dead?” This time I smile as I nod.
“Can you control us through these miniature robots?” Leslie asks, and I realize she’s been listening the whole time.
I almost tell her she wasn’t offered them, but stop and answer. “They’re strictly a communication and healing tool. No control is capable through them.”
“I want them,” the other woman states, as if it’s a foregone conclusion.
I feel Gina stiffen against me, and know that she is strengthening her resolve. She refuses to be seen as weak in front of Leslie.
“I—I’ll take them too,” the busty woman states.
‘Applicators have been prepared, but our kids are in the other room. You will need to go to a different area to use them.’
I nod to Lela, and then take the two applicators that appear.
Taking Gina’s hand, I head out, knowing Leslie will follow. I lead them both to a room, a few doors down, somehow knowing this room will work for this purpose. I command the lights to brighten a bit, and then face the two women, seriously.
“This is going to be more painful, than anything you’ve ever experienced before.” I look both women in the eye, wanting to impress upon them what lies in store.
Leslie scoffs and grabs the small device from my hand. She examines it for a moment, then presses it against her abdomen, and fires it off.
I can tell that she’s trying to fight off showing the pain, but there is no amount of willpower that’ll hold off the torrent of torment she is just starting to experience.
“Oh, god!” Gina exclaims as the first of Leslie’s screams slip past her control, and I see the gentle blonde has gone completely pale.
“You don’t have to do this,” I tell her. “I won’t think any less of you.”
She glances at the now writhing form of Leslie, and shudders, before locking her eyes on mine. “We will always be connected?” When I nod, she stills her shudders, and turns back to Leslie.
We both watch her, and I wonder what’s going through Gina’s mind, as Leslie cries out until her voice is raw. I can tell when the nanites begin functioning, as Leslie’s vocal cords get repaired, but by now she is in the final stages, and the pain has already begun to recede.
It takes her a few moments to catch her breath, as the last vestiges of torment leave her eyes.
“And you went through that?” she asks, something approximating respect in her voice. Then she looks to Gina, cuddled up to me. “And she’s already recovered?”
“No,” Gina answers the question, and Leslie smirks, until Gina continues coldly, “I was having too much fun watching your torment.”
Ouch! Trying to head off a cat fight, I speak up, “Head out that door, and follow the arrows that appear for you, to get back to the other room.”
She gives me a dubious look, but apparently doesn’t want to back down in front of Gina, and heads out the door. I have to open it for her, remembering that she doesn’t know how to yet, and not really feeling like being generous at the moment.
“I’m scared,” Gina says, drawing my attention back to her.
“You don’t have to do this,” I remind her, but I see her hazel eyes grow steely.
“If that bitch can do it, then I’ll do it better.” She draws in a deep breath, which does wonders for her bosom. “Just. . . Just do me one favor?”
“Anything,” I promise her, without hesitation.
“Make love to me, while it happens. I—I think I’ll be able to handle it better that way.”
I blink at her, not sure that I’ve heard her correctly, then lean down and softly kiss her lips. Her mouth trembles against mine, and I can tell she’s terrified about what’s about to happen. I set the applicator to the side, as I move my kisses over to her ear. “I will do anything in my power to help you,” I whisper, then hesitate only a moment before adding, “My love.”
I feel a little dirty for saying it, not because it’s not true, but because Shanna is my official girlfriend, but I haven’t said the words to her yet. As the words leave my lips, I know them to be true though, and when she pulls back. Searching my eyes, I nod, letting her know I mean it.
I debate on telling Shanna through the nanites that I love her too, but refrain, wanting to deliver those words in person.
Gina squeals in delight, and kisses me with a passion she’s never shown before. As I had earlier today, I feel like a lecher, loving more than one woman, but I can’t deny the veracity of my feelings.
Slipping my hands up her shirt, I cup her ample breasts through her bra, and moan as I feel her stiff nipples through the thin fabric. I want her to enjoy this as much as possible, in order to distract her from the coming torture, and lightly turn up the sensitivity to her areolas. She moans back into my kiss, and I feel her hands dip into the waistband of my pants and boxers, easily finding my stiffening wood.
‘Leslie just came back,’ Shanna says through my mind. ‘Is everything okay?’
‘Yes,’ I reply as I lift the cups up over Gina’s breasts. ‘I’m just helping Gina a bit.’
‘I’m sure you are.’ While it’s impossible to tell emotion through the text, I somehow get the sense that there’s no heat in it.
Gina starts working at the buttons to my pants, as I playfully thumb her nipples, and move my mouth to her neck, nibbling lightly.
Lifting my hips to let her pull my pants off me, she separates herself from my body, leaving me temporarily cool, after the heat of her presence, and a moment later my goose-bumps triple in size as her lips wrap themselves lovingly around my phallus. This time the moan that explodes from my throat isn’t one designed for her enjoyment, but one that somehow expresses my love, desire, and pleasure all at the same time.
Gina redoubles her efforts, and despite this lovely already having received one load of cum from me today, I can already feel myself getting close. I gently lift her head from my lap, and lean forward to meet her delicious lips with my own. Continuing to push forward, I press Gina onto her back, never breaking the dance with our tongues. I place my hands on her hips, then softly slide my hands up, taking her shirt up over her head. Her bra is still sitting over her tits, but I ignore it, as I latch onto one of her sensitized nipples, eliciting a moan from her.
I feel her fingers dig into the back of my neck, and I start working at her pants, easily undoing the buttons, and sliding them down and off, using my feet to shove them away the last bit. Switching nipples, I allow my hands to travel up to her sex, slightly surprised at how wet she already is. Despite having just gotten her pants off, there is a steady stream of hot fluids flowing from her sweet canal. My fingers find her sensitive clit, and I tease it a little with the tip of my finger. She hunches her hips against my hand, wanting more contact. I bite a little more firmly on the tip of her breast and press hard against her clitoris for only half a second, before her juices gush out of her and she arches her back, moaning loudly.
“Make love to me Nick,” Gina moans, and I aim my rod for her opening, and plunge in. I’ve been with Gina a number of times before, but this is the first time she’s every gone this wild before. It’s a good thing that I’ve had a bit of a break from her fantastic blowjob, as she bucks and grinds underneath me, or I’d be spewing all over her insides within seconds. She feels so great as her velvety folds slide around my member, and I’m pulling every mental trick I can to keep from cumming already.
She pulls my head up to hers, and thrusts her tongue down my throat and I know she’s close. I grab the applicator, and as soon as I feel her fluids flowing down my balls, I fire the applicator off in her. My own body locks up, and my cum mixes with hers, and then is driven out of her, as we both reach a new level or orgasmic bliss.
Gina is panting heavily, and it slowly turns into a groan of pain as the nanites start to take effect in her bloodstream. Without hesitation, I summon the healing yellow light, and feel myself recover in her gripping cunny in record time.
Her chest mashes against my chest as she holds me tight. “This helps,” she tells me through gritted teeth, and I feel her hips start moving against me again.
We continue in this manner, her vagina getting tighter as her pain increases, but she never lets up, and refuses to stop. After my third load is deposited into her womb, I just stay hard inside her. As great as she feels, knowing how much torment she’s in impedes further orgasms.
* * *
Our hair is a mess, and there’s no mistaking what we’ve been up to for the last while. Of course, walking in with nothing but light-suites on doesn’t exactly imply chastity, either.
The alien suites had been my idea, wanting to snub Leslie in one last way, as she’s now the only one dressed in normal clothing.
The Asian woman’s eyes narrow even more as she spots us, and then go wide, as she spots my limp member. Even flaccid it’s likely more than she’s ever seen. I see her cheeks burn red, as she flips around, and stutters through whatever she’d been talking to Lela about.
Shanna walks up to me, and I lean over to kiss her gently on the lips. Too late I remember where my lips have been, as she licks her own, and smiles. Gina pulls away from a little, but Shanna pulls her back, and kisses her softly. It occurs to me that with us all wearing the special suites, we shouldn’t be able to touch each other, but somehow the suites allow contact, as long as both people are wearing them. I still remember the pain of touching Lela that first time.
‘Am I in any trouble?’ I send to my girlfriend.
‘You know nothing, Jon Snow,’ and I can’t hide my smile, knowing that I’ll be alright.
Summer walks over to us, and gives me a hug. As always when we touch, the awareness of all my switches expands in our minds.
‘I like the new switches in your girlfriends,’ Summer sends me, and I know she’s referring to the ones increasing sensitivity in the other two women. ‘You’d better do the same for me!’
‘Pervert,’ I send back to her as she backs away, but I create the switches all the same, bumping them up a little. My sisters eyes expand, and I can see her nipples grow taught, as she gives a nice little shiver that does wonders for her curves. I realize that these are the first switches I’ve made in my sibling.
“Has she been any help on coming up with a way to defeat the demons?” I ask out loud, nodding to the only dressed person in the room.
“Kind of,” Shanna says, glaring at the other woman. “Once you get past her arrogance, she truly is a genius, but she doesn’t know much about tactics, or even a way to stop such overwhelming numbers.”
My heart drops when I hear this, but Summer steps in. “She is, however, able to interface with this ship, and already the ship is upgrading itself.”
I light up at that. “Weapons?” I ask, excitedly, only to be let down a moment later.
“No, we just don’t have the resources on board, and can’t cannibalize the other ships either,” my sister states. “She has, however, been able to upgrade the ships engine. We are a lot more agile than we were before, and they’re still working on other things as well.”
“Well, beggars can’t be choosers,” Gina says next to me, and I agree.
Thinking about just how smart the newest member to the crew is, I remember that final question, and walk over to the two conversing in the corner.
Leslie looks at me as I walk up, and I catch her eyes drop once again to my midsection, before she very pointedly turns back to Lela. I notice Harana isn’t around, and figure she is in with my kids.
“Lela, what’s the deal with that last equation at the competition?” I ask, and Leslie looks at me in shock for a second, before turning embarrassedly away.
“You don’t know?” She says to the opposite wall.
“No, my vision went gray just as it popped up. I never actually saw the question,” I tell the back of her head.
‘Sit down, please,’ Lela sends to all of us, and we oblige. Leslie’s knee touches mine for a split second, and she flinches away, likely after contacting the light suite. Harana comes out, carrying two softly mewing kids, and hands them to Lela, who begins to breastfeed them without preamble. The conservative Asian woman’s cheeks go deep scarlet, and she looks away, only to look back a second later, and stare. Her stare turns to me, then to my semi hard cock (hey, I’m around a bunch of naked females. What do you expect?), then back up to my eyes.
“Those kids are yours!” she blurts out, and the other three human females in the room burst out laughing, which only embarrasses Leslie even more.
“Long story,” I tell her, and then turn back to Lela. I know I can talk to her through the nanites, but it’s just easier to talk out loud. “So what happened with my nanites?”
‘The equation that appeared is too advanced for your race to handle responsibly,’ the words appear before all of our eyes. ‘It was automatically blocked.’
“Too advanced?” Shana asks, incredulously. “But Leslie saw it.”
“And solved it,” the woman in question answers haughtily in her slightly accented voice. “I noticed that the government had started watching over me since just before the holidays. I think they planted that equation in the hopes that I would solve it, but I immediately recognized what it is for, and refused to do so.”
“Her refusal to answer that question is why I knew we could trust her,” Summer says, and we all look at her. “What? I knew what that look on her face meant, and knew that we could use her.”
“Yes, but I didn’t have these tiny robots helping me,” Leslie says pointedly, looking me hard in the eyes, and I can tell she is trying hard not to look down.
“What was it?” Gina prompts, at least as curious as I am.
‘It was an equation that would have unlocked the entire human genome,’ Lela tells us.
“But that could be used to cure genetic maladies, like Alzheimer’s syndrome, or MS!” Shanna shouts, unexpectedly. “That could help the human race advance in so many ways!” Then her eyes grow large, and we all see the problem.
Yes, that knowledge could indeed cure the human race of any genetic diseases, and even help make us stronger, smarter, and so much more than we currently are. But it could also be used to destroy what makes each person different, or make some kind of genetic attack that could be used to wipe out an entire civilizations as well as specific diseases. If one government had it, they could make an army of super soldiers that mature within a year, completely brainwashed, and then die within four. They could take over the world, and rule with an iron fist, with impunity.
In short, the human race truly isn’t ready for that knowledge.
“Since you didn’t answer, are we safe?” Summer is the first to break the silence.
Harana swaps out two more kids with Lela, after the yellow light swells her breasts again. I notice Leslie’s eyes glued to the angel during the whole transfer, and then she looks away, her cheeks flushing again.
‘As long as no others with Leslie’s intellect can find the answer, it should take a couple more decades to solve it.’
We all sigh in relief, but I have to ask, “Will we as a race be ready then?”
‘I cannot predict the future. It may be that your race will surprise us all, but it could also be that you wipe yourselves out. Until your leaders can learn to work together, however, I wouldn’t hope for much.’ Lela’s words are daunting, but not apocryphal.
We spend a few more hours into the night trying to come up with some sort of strategy, or way to stop the demons from destroying the Earth and humanity. Summer pulls out the Rocket Twin’s necklaces, and goes over what little she’s learned from them. Summer can use the abilities she’s discovered, and after some testing, so can Leslie and I, but for the rest of the women in the room, the necklace is simply made of large diamonds. When Shanna puts one on, with her dyed-red hair, I can’t help but think of Wilma Flintstone.
‘More like Pebbles, and you’re my Bam-Bam,’ she sends to me, after I make the comment to her.
Even with Leslie’s immense, overbearing, overdone, and domineering intelligence (yes, I’m a little jealous), we don’t succeed at coming up with any good ideas.
Chapter 25
Flying away from Leslie’s dorm, I turn to be confronted my six pairs of eyes.
“Do I have something on my face?” I ask, suddenly self conscious.
“Not yet,” my girlfriend states, and for the first time I notice that they’re all naked. I don’t mean light-suite naked, I mean birthday suite naked, and there is a hungry gleam in their eyes, even in the angel’s oversized orbs.
A hero’s work is never done, I think wryly, smiling as I strip out of my suite.
“The kids will be alright for a bit?” I ask, concerned for the little fellas.
“I think there are more than enough of us around to manage them, if it comes down to it,” Summer informs me, before grabbing my face and pulling me in for a kiss. Her tongue wastes no time before darting between my teeth, as I wrap one arm around her slender waist.
“The true question is: Is there enough of you to manage all of us?” Shanna asks right next to me, and I feel her hand grip my already hard cock, stroking it into a very delightful mouth. Without breaking the kiss, I look down to see Harana sucking on my pole.
‘My sister said that you will like this,’ Harana’s words appear to me, and I moan to let her know I do.
‘I had you a few hours ago,’ which could only have come from Gina. Summer gasps into our kiss, and I guess that Gina is taking care of her, ‘I can wait.’
Which leaves out Lela. I feel slender hands slip around my waist, and fondle my balls, and the hands feel as though they’re short one finger.
Harana’s two tongues feel fantastic, and if I hadn’t already blown my load three times into Gina a bit ago, I likely would have been in sensory overload right now.
Breaking off the kiss with my sister, I turn around within the circle of women, and lift Lela up. I bring her down slowly, and moan loudly as that first barrier is breached by my tool, and her fluids start my cock to tingling. Leaning my head down, I aim for her pink nipple, wanting to taste the milk my kids have been getting for the last while, only to be stopped by her.
‘That is for the kids,’ her words admonish me.
“You can make more,” I growl, and latch onto her nipple. Sweet milk flows into my mouth, and I swear my cock suddenly grows twice as hard. The life sustaining liquid is warm, and slips delightfully down my gullet. It has a slightly nutty taste, but is also sweet, and I can feel my stomach warm with it.
My legs are spread wide to support both our weight, though Lela’s is minimal, and I feel a pair of alien tongues start to swivel around my scrotum.
The angel I’m fucking grips the back of my head, as she starts to sing out her climax in two tones. Her inner vaginal muscles ripple along my length, and I know Harana is licking up her sister’s juices as they flow off my balls.
Lifting the ship’s owner from me, I set her carefully on the ground, and turn to see Gina and Summer locked in a sixty-nine, while Shanna has her face buried in Harana’s bald cunt. My girlfriend’s rump is up, and I decide it looks like a good place to go next.
Squatting behind the dyed-redhead, I slip into her with ease. She turns to smile at me, and I can see Harana’s fluids reflecting the slight light off her cheeks. Harana crawls over to her sister, and she resumes drinking from her sister’s pussy.
Shanna pulls off me, then shoves me back, so that she can be on top, and within three strokes, I’m firmly seated within her womb.
“Mmm, I love how well you fill me,” she purrs. I’m about to tell her I love her, but she presses her lips to mine, and my mouth tingles as I taste Harana’s juices on my girlfriends tongue. Moaning, I drive myself up into her, forcing her to break to kiss, so that she can cry out in pleasure. I feel her teeth lightly on my shoulder, as I pound her from beneath as hard and as fast as I can. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck, YES!” she screams into the room, and her vagina clamps down hard on me, trying to get me to cum, but somehow I hold back. I know I could just use the light again to recover, but I want to see how long I can last.
Shanna’s orgasm continues as I slip in and out of her sopping slit, and suddenly I’m smothered by a tasty pussy. By the taste and my immediately expanding awareness, I know it’s my older sister’s, and I lap up her juices, while Shanna finally comes down off her climax.
“No, more,” I hear my girlfriend moan, as she moves off me. My cock isn’t free for long, before Summer leaves a slimy trail down my chest, and I feel a set of hands positioning me for her hole.
A grunt/moan later, Summer is trying to get me fully seated in her, but she’s not built like Shanna or her twin. Leaning up, I pull my sister’s chest to my lips, and latch onto her left, switch-sensitized nipple, and she cums immediately. I can see Gina’s head behind my sister, and realize she must be licking Summer’s anus.
Then I feel Gina’s knuckles, and Summer gasps, as the blonde starts fingering my sister’s colon. A hand shoves me down hard, and Summer looks at me with a wild hunger in her eyes. Her hips thrust with a renewed intensity, but she never breaks her lust filled gaze with me.
‘Cum for me, little brother,’ I see her words superimposed across my vision. ‘I need to feel you shooting deep inside me. Cum and make me cum while one of your girlfriend’s fingers my ass.’ Her fingernails start to dig into my chest, while her cunny demand’s my seed, but I’m still worried about getting her pregnant. “I’m on the pill, now,” she says aloud, then, ‘Cum in my tight hole now! I’m cumming!’
This time, as her inner muscles grip and pull my rod, and my sister shakes and shudders above me, I loose my ejaculate deep into her womb. I’ve held off my own pleasure for so long, that when it finally hits, it’s like a mountain diving into an ocean of utter bliss. Wave after wave of ecstatic ecstasy flows from my head, down to my abdomen, and pure flame, jets from my loins into my perverted sister.
I don’t know how long I lay there, shooting, or even how much I leave in her, but as I reopen my eyes, I notice the yellow light is already on me, and my still hard member is firmly seated within Harana. When did that happen? The angel’s back is to me, but her hips are rocking back and forth, while Gina stands in front of her, hands on the back of Harana’s head. From the look of bliss on Gina’s face, Harana really knows how to use her two tongues. Glancing around, I see Summer off to the side, scooping my cum from within her, and sucking her fingers clean. Shanna and Lela are making out, rubbing their bodies against each other.
Harana’s alien canal grips my prick hard, and I moan as her tingling juices sluice out of her. Leaning up, I slip my hands under her arms, and lean back. I grip a breast in each hand, and move my hips against her, truly enjoying the sensations her juices make as the trickle down my member.
I see Gina glaring at me for taking away her source of pleasure, and just to be contrary, I stick my tongue out at her. Her glare deepens, and then turns to a smile.
I watch warily, still fucking the moaning alien, as Gina walks over to Summer, then Shanna and Lela. A moment later, Lela gets up, and walks over to the other women. All five of them start rubbing against each other, slipping fingers into holes, tongues into other locations, and basically becoming one mass of moaning female bodies.
Gina is on her hands and knees, sucking out what little is left of my sperm from Summer. She takes just a long enough break to turn to me, and stick out her tongue, before turning back to her moaning meal.
Laughing at a well played ploy, I notice her give a nice little shake to her behind, and know the invitation is there. I’ve already enjoyed her pussy numerous times today, and I’m not going to pass up a shot at her tight ass.
My penis is still tingling from Harana’s slick fluids, and I poke my head into her puckered anus. She grunts for a second, and then shoves back hard, taking my whole length into her colon. I can only imagine what Harana’s juices are doing for her.
Thus goes the night, for quite a few hours. At some point, I think it was Shanna, the gravity in our room is turned off, adding a whole new level to our enjoyment.
* * *
The sun is just rising, as Lela’s ship hovers on the edge of the atmosphere. I avail myself of the interesting, alien cleansing utilities. I step into a tube, and just like in some of the Jetson’s episodes, I suddenly find myself clean and feeling slightly refreshed.
“Oh, poo,” Shanna pouts. “What fun is that, if you can’t fool around in there?”
We both look at my limp and lifeless member, and burst out laughing. I’m going to need a week to recover from last night, much less the rest of yesterday!
While Shanna gets clean, I go in to spend some time with my kids. I realize how busy I’ve been, and regret the time I could have been learning about this new species. I’ve been so busy though, and I know nothing of being a father.
“They are strong,” Lela’s voice says behind me, and I turn to look at her. It’s rare when she chooses to speak my language.
“They’ll live?” I ask, suddenly not sure I want to hear the answer.
She looks to them for awhile, and I know she is formulating her response. “Whatever you did for them, made them very strong.” The way she says that seems odd, and I look to the six forms again. Have they already grown? I sense for their life, and just as had happened on the day they’d been born, I can sense it strong and vibrant. Their ‘life’ switch is full on, and I almost get the impression that it’s straining to move even more, but how can you be more alive, than. . . well, alive?
“Do they have any names, yet?” I ask, wondering why it never occurred to me to ask before.
‘We don’t give names to our young, until they mature,’ Lela tells me, this time using the nanites. I only nod, as though that makes perfect sense.
Shanna walks in, and sees me over the kids, and a soft smile spreads across her face. I think now is a good time to tell her how I feel, but an odd sound plays out, and it takes me a second to recognize the melody from the original Zelda game.
Shanna pulls out her cell, and answers it. “We have cell phone coverage up here?” I ask.
‘Leslie,’ is the only response I get, and it kind of makes sense. Somehow the genius has tied this vessel into Earth’s cellular network.
My girlfriend hangs up, and looks sheepishly at us.
“That was Shannon. She was wondering what I’ve been up to the last few days. Oh, and she was glad to hear that you were okay, Nick.” She looks at her feet, and I suspect what she is hesitant about.
“You want to go see her.” I state rather than question.
“What? No, there is too much to do up here,” she tells me, but I see through it.
“Well, I for one, think it’d be a good idea for us all to see our families before the demons arrive.” The look Shanna gives me could have melted the Antarctic with its loving warmth. She doesn’t want to be the one to abandon the work up here.
Summer and I are the last to be dropped off, and we’re surprised to see our father’s car in the driveway. We give each other a significant look, before I send out my awareness and find our father’s switches.
“Why do you think he’s here?” Summer asks me.
“To get his ass kicked again,” I reply a bit more confidently than I feel. I’m not worried about being able to handle my old man, but mom isn’t aware of what I’d done to him, and I don’t want that coming out.
Summer walks right in without knocking, and I follow on her heels, expecting to hear shouting, or fighting.
Instead, we find our parents sitting at the kitchen table, chatting amiably.
Dad sees us first, and I watch as his face drains of color. This doesn’t go unnoticed by our mother, and when she turns to face us, I gasp.
She looks twenty years younger, and while she’d never been anything approaching a slouch, she could almost give Summer a run for her money. For that matter, mom now looks more like my older sister, almost a twin to Summer, than she does a mother.
“Nick, Summer,” she says excitedly as she spots us, “I wasn’t expecting you here! Nick, shouldn’t you be in school?”
She’s talking fast, and her cheeks are slightly flushed. I also notice that she’s studiously not looking at dad.
“I had a day off,” I lie easily, still trying to figure out what is going on.
“And why aren’t you at work, Summer?” Mom asks, almost stepping on the end of my sentence.
“Gee, mom,” Summer says solicitously, “if I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you didn’t want us here.”
Mom’s eyes grow large, and her mouth moves soundlessly for a moment. Oddly, it’s dad that comes to her rescue.
“Is that how you talk to your mother, young lady?” His mouth is set hard, as if he’s angry, but it’s spoiled by the look of fear in his eyes.
“The real question, dad,” I pipe up, “is why are you here?”
The older man flinches at me words and takes a step back, then hardens his shoulders and glares at me. “Perhaps I should mention our last meeting?” I can see he thinks he struck a point, but when I smile back, his look of triumph turns to one of uncertainty.
“You mean when we found you with your secretary and told you to never come back?” Summer replies, and this time it’s mom that gets angry.
“Now listen,” she starts toward us, “he came and apologized for his behavior. I’ve decided to give him another chance.”
“Oh, he did, did he?” I ask, raising my eyebrow, and looking back to the man in question. I remember the switch I’d made in Harley Quinn to make him/her tell only the truth. I take a step towards my dad, using that movement to allow my hand to brush against the backside of my sister’s hand, and simultaneously make the ‘honesty’ switch in my old man. “I’d like to hear him say it too all of us. I love you mom, but you’re not the only one he hurt.”
I remember all the days of living in fear under his roof, and doing what I could to stay out of his way. If he can truly say he’s sorry, then maybe I’ll be willing to listen.
Summer easily noticed what I’d done, and I see her smile maliciously. She has more reason to despise him, than I do. My father never molested me.
We both watch as he swallows a lump in his throat, then steps forward, and places his hand possessively on mom’s shoulder, before she can say anything else.
“I realize I’ve made mistakes,” he starts out, and with his ‘honesty’ switch flipped, I know he can’t lie, “and I came back here to see if I couldn’t swindle some of my money back.” He stops in horror, as the words he’d just spoken sink in. Mom turns to look daggers at him, and he takes a step back. “No, wait! That’s not what I meant to say. I wanted to get back on your good side. You meant something to me once, and. . .” He chokes for a moment before he’s able to continue, “And you look so good now, I figured I’d see if I could knock off a chunk of that, before I go back to my girlfriend.” With comic horror, he covers his mouth with both hands, as his eyes flit between each of us.
It’s not until I’m standing next to a very angry mom, that I realize that Summer and I have began advancing on our stumbling father.
His eyes lock on mine, and I see a bit of determination try to creep out. Pointing a finger at his two kids, he shouts, “She’s been trying to sleep with Nick for years, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already been fucking!”
“They have been,” mom’s voice comes out as barely a whisper, but by the way dad’s jaw drops, he clearly hears her. “And what’s more, so have I.” As mom speaks, her voice grows firmer, and rises slightly in volume, until she is nearly yelling by the end. “And the best part is, your son is a better lover, and your daughter is tenderer than you ever were!”
The smile splitting my lips grows bigger in proportion to father’s incredulity.
“Did I ever tell you, mom, about when dad would slip into my room when I was a teenager, and do all sorts of things to me?” Summer says, and I see the anger in mom double.
“Is that true?” she asks him. She’s no longer yelling, but somehow her voice sounds infinitely more dangerous.
“Yes, of course it is! How could I pass up such a fine young piece of ass?” Again he covers his mouth in terror, realizing he’d just told the truth again.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyers,” mom says, and this time she sounds almost sad.
Dad makes a run for the door, but I stiff arm him, and suddenly he is on his back. I squat down to look hard at him.
“Remember what I said I’d do if you ever came back?” He nods, and I grin maliciously at him. “I decided to make it worse.” Reaching out, I grab Summer’s hand, and make two more switches in him. The first one will make him horny as hell, and even with my sister’s help, it takes a bit of effort to move it. Once it locks into place, though, I know it will never lessen.
The second switch makes him impotent, and it moves with too much ease. Within an hour he’s going to have a terrible case of the blue-balls. A case that will never end.
“Go,” I tell the frightened shell of the man I once feared, and he flees the house with a speed I never thought he was capable of.
As we hear his tires screeching to get out of the driveway, mom turns to us, pulling us into a hug, and breaks down crying.
“I’m so sorry, Summer. I never knew. Can you ever forgive me?” She pleads with her daughter.
My sister’s arm goes around her back, and pulls her tighter into the group hug. “There is nothing to forgive, mom. He was the criminal, not you.”
“He had me so fooled,” mom continues. “He showed up a couple days ago. I see now that he did it while he thought you’d both be gone.” Her body continues to shudder, as she cries. “He was so smooth, and I thought he was sincere. I’d let my hope blind me to what he really wanted.”
Summer and I try to console her, but we’re both lost for the right words to use.
‘Use her ‘happy’ switch,’ Summer mentally tells me.
‘But—,’ I try to reply, but she cuts me off.
‘Can’t you see how much pain she’s in?’
Sighing, I buckle. Since I’m already in contact with Summer, moving the switch slightly is easy. Truth be told, when in contact with my sister, I’m so powerful, that it’s almost harder not to move it too much.
Mom draws in a deep breath and pulls away, wiping at her tears. I haven’t taken her grief away, but I’ve made it manageable.
“I don’t understand why he became so honest at the end?” Uh-oh. “It’s obvious he didn’t want to be.”
‘Tell her, or I will,’ Summer sends, and backs it up with a serious look.
So much for her being willing to back me up, instead of badgering me.
“Sit down, mom,” I tell the young looking mature woman. When she’s seated back at the table, I walk up to her, and take one of her hands. She looks up to me, a curious mix of apprehension and trust on her face. I take a deep breath, and start explaining what I can do. At first mom is incredulous, but when I start to point things out to her, like how she recovered from dad’s last betrayal, or why dad acted as he had before tearing out of here, she comes around.
“And you magnify his. . . his switches?” she asks Summer. My sister nods, and mom just shakes her head, before a devious gleam enters her eyes. “He’s going to regret ever messing with this family. The only good thing that ever came from him is you two.” I can’t help but feel warm at the statement, but her other comment about making him pay, has me a bit worried.
“He’s already suffering,” I tell her, and then explain what I’d done. Looking at it now that I’ve calmed down, I worry that I may have gone too far, but the look of happiness on mom’s face washes that away. Maybe I did go overboard on him, but then again, he deserves what he gets for all the pain he’s caused over the years.
“Well,” mom says, standing up, and giving her kids a hug, “I have my two wonderful children here out of the blue, and the future is really looking up.” She pulls back, and there is an angelic smile on her beautiful face. Summer and she truly could pass for twins, when she smiles that way. “I think we should celebrate.”
Summer leans forward, and whispers something in mom’s ear, and our mother’s smile turns hungry.
‘What did you tell her?’ I send to my sister.
‘I told her some of the things you did for me with your switches,’ her reply appears to me, and she gives me the same hungry smile.
Before mom can even ask, I make the switches to increase her sexual sensitivity, making sure I’m not touching my sister, and mom gives a low throaty moan as she feels her nipples harden, her pussy grow wetter, and her clit become more sensitized. I wonder what she’ll think when something touches her anus.
“You two have been very naughty,” mom tells us, squirming in her seat, “for keeping such a secret from me. You’re grounded. Now go to my room!”
We all laugh as we rush up the stairs, and turn right to enter her room.
“Wait,” mom says, as she spies herself in a mirror on her wall, “do I owe my current looks to you too?”
I nod sheepishly. “I wanted you to be happy,” I tell her.
“Oh, son!” She gushes as she rushes over to me. She grips me in a tight hug, and I know the tears that start to soak my shoulder are ones of joy. “You’ll never know how happy you’ve made me. Thank you!”
“I love you, mom,” I tell her as I hug her back.
“I think you deserve a reward,” she tells me, as she steps back, and wipes some more tears from her eyes. Without further preamble, she starts stripping, and so does Summer.
Grinning I do the same, and join the two lovely ladies on the bed.
‘You’d better make me stay young forever,’ Summer sends to me, at the same time mom pulls me in for a kiss that is equal parts passion and love.
I don’t even hesitate anymore. While Summer’s body slips down mine, and she takes my thick rod in her mouth, I make the switches in her, and reinforce the one’s making mom youthful.
Summer moans around my cock, as she can sense what I’m doing while we’re in contact. I slip my left hand down to mom’s snatch, and easily slip two fingers into her. Rubbing the front wall of her vagina, I soon have her juices gushing forth as she cries out in ecstasy.
Summer relinquishes my member from her warm sucking lips, and mom rolls me onto my back. I can feel my sister’s hands aiming me for mom’s holy hole, and then I’m moaning as her fiery walls grip me. My sister crawls up the bed, and plants her sopping coochy on my face, facing mom, and like a parched man, I drink her sweet nectar from the source.
Fully sunk into my parent’s hole, I can feel Summer playing with her clit, making mom’s moans reach a new crescendo as she clamps her pussy down tight, and I feel a new gush of fluids soak my crotch.
“Oh, son! You always feel so good in there,” she croons. “Thank you so much for everything you do. I don’t know another mother in the world that is lucky enough to have two such wonderful and caring kids. Oh, damn, I think you’re going to make your old woman cum again.”
Summer cums on my lips, and by the way mom’s cries of passion are muffled, I’m guessing that the two are kissing.
Mom plops onto her side on the large bed, and my sibling follows, never breaking the kiss. Summer stays on top of mom, and she wriggles her ass at me. She breaks off the kiss and kisses her way down to mom’s newly firmed breasts, while I get on my knees behind her.
I slip all the way until I hit bottom, and she grunts into mom’s nipples. She reaches down to where my sodden cock is connecting us, and moans in frustration. “When am I ever going to get all of you in me? Shanna and mom can, why can’t I?”
Feeling bad for her, I say, “You will today,” and start hammering into her cunt, making her grunt every time I strike her deepest parts. When she hits her third orgasm, I quickly make a switch to loosen her womb a little, and she cries out loudly, as I feel that strangling little ring slip around my cock’s head, and my balls slap her clit.
“Holy fucking GOD, that’s deep!” she cries, and then can’t get anything else out as a fourth and fifth orgasm crashes through and around her. I don’t let up, and love how that tiny ring feels as it slips back and forth around the sensitive rim of my member.
I know I’m getting close, but don’t want to cum just yet, and pull out. I let myself recover for a few seconds, while my sister’s pussy dribbles her juices down onto mom’s trimmed vagina. It almost looks lonely, lying there, and I decide that mom needs some more attention. I slip in to the hilt, as I pull mom’s legs up to my hips, forcing my sister a little more forward. The two women start kissing again, and I slip two fingers into Summer’s pussy to get them wet, then slip them into her ass.
“Mmm, do I get to feel my brother’s thick cock in my ass?” She purrs as she turns to look at me. There is so much wanton lust in her gaze that I almost drop my seed into mom’s velvety folds right there, but somehow I hold on. She starts to push back against my fingers, and I easily slip three, then a fourth into her. It’s tight, but I wonder if I can get my whole hand inside her sweet ass. . .
My older sibling yelps in surprise when I get my thumb in, and she turns to look at me wide eyed. Mom cums around my penetrating tool, as Summer nearly screams, “Yes, shove your whole hand into my ass, Nick! Oh, fuck, I can’t believe I have my brother’s fist back there, while my young mother’s sucking on my tits.” She grunts as her anus slips around my knuckles, and my entire hand is buried in her ass. “Holy. . . I’m . . . Ungh. . . CUMMING[/b!]”
This is finally too much, and I fire gob, after fiery gobbet into my lovely mother’s devouring womb. Mom’s moans join Summers, as we all explode in one large ball of orgasmic bliss.
We spend the next couple days setting up a great divorce lawyer, and making sure mom is taken care of in every way, before heading back to the ship.
Summer points out something I hadn’t considered. My dad’s career as a lawyer is finished. What good is a lawyer that can’t lie? It takes me quite some time before I can quit laughing.
Chapter 26
The ship seam oddly quite, with only Summer, me, the two angels and the kids onboard. The others haven’t yet returned, and I don’t begrudge them the time with their families.
Summer gets right to work, trying to come up with various strategies with the two alien sisters, while I spend most of my time practicing my switches in the blue featureless room. I’m trying to come up with some way to defeat the demons, that won’t also kill me or Summer in the process.
After hours of making various switches in a number of objects that Lela supplies for me, and still unable to come up with any sort of attack that’ll surely work; I lie on the floor, sweating and depressed.
“You’re giving up.” The statement, coming out of the blue, and delivered in a very matter-of-fact tone, with only a slight Asian accent, startles me.
“I didn’t know you were back on board,” I say, trying to calm my heart rate.
“I just arrived.” I wait for her to say more, but she doesn’t, and I turn to look at her. Sure enough, she’s still there, and surprisingly she’s not turning away from my nearly nude body.
“I’m not giving up, just taking a breather,” I tell her, suddenly feeling self-conscious with her open scrutiny.
“I don’t understand you,” Leslie states after an uncomfortable pause. Speechless, I can only raise my eyebrow at her statement. Here is inarguably the smartest human being alive, and she can’t understand me? “You have a supreme power. You can do almost anything you want. You have women fawning over. You’re not shy about using your ability, but you’re afraid to use it in ways that could benefit all mankind.”
Stunned, I just look at her. Sitting up, I try to formulate an answer but all I come up with is the very witty and articulate, “Huh?”
She gives me a look that says ‘You’re an idiot,’ but I ignore it. Finally, when I don’t say anything else, she sighs exasperated, and says, “You’re obviously no fool—” despite what her look says, “—and you could be out messing with senators, or even reach the president, and get this country back on track.” When I continue to look at her in shock, she shakes her head. Does she really expect me to manipulate people like that?
“I. . . I don’t like manipulating people,” I tell her.
“You mean to tell me that all of those women are with you, and you haven’t manipulated them?” The sarcasm nearly drips from her tone, and I feel my face flush with either anger or embarrassment. I’m not entirely sure which one.
“Well, I did manipulate Gina, but I really feel bad about that, and refuse to manipulate anyone else,” I try to defend myself.
“And your professor? Gina’s mother? The guy you turned into a woman, or even your father?” Each accusation feels like a knife digging into my gut, and I flinch as she throws those names at me. “I’ve been going over your files, while I was home.” She can do that? Her connection with the ship and the nanites are truly powerful. This woman could very easily become very dangerous. Is she can access the ships logs from home now. . .
“They were growing pains, as I learned about my ability, except for my father. He deserves what he got, and so did Harley Quinn.”
She looks at me curiously at that last name, and I can tell when she realizes I mean Derek. “But think of the good you can accomplish.”
“And take away someone’s free will? No, there are better ways,” I tell her firmly.
“You could stop wars, create peace, rebuild the economy, and even make yourself rich in the process.” I know I need to stay on her good side, she’s too dangerous to have as an enemy, but she’s really getting under my skin.
Maybe it’s just that I’ve been tempted to do all of those things. There are more than a ton of good reasons to do so, but great power comes with great responsibility. Who would I become, if I let myself go down that path? Where would I draw the line? I could kill a terrorist in a heartbeat. Or get revenge on a rapist . . . again. . . But where do I stop? Murderers? Embezzlers? What about jay walkers, or somebody that just pisses me off? No, I stopped going down that road, because it’s too dangerous.
“No,” I state firmly, “I have no right to abuse my power like that.”
I expect her to glare, or grow angry or even storm off, but instead, she smiles. She just grins from ear to ear, and smiles at me. For the first time I notice how attractive she is. She’s nowhere on the level of Gina or Shanna, but when she smiles like that, her smooth skin, and almond shaped eyes seem to sparkle.
“Good,” she tells me, leaving me even more confused, until my tired brain finally catches on. Apparently I’ve been working too hard.
“You were testing me!” I accuse her, not feeling upset in the least. Her smile only gets bigger. “You want to ensure I didn’t go power crazy after the battle next week.”
“I have to be sure,” she tells me, without a hint of guilt. “I can see why the other women are with you,” she gives my groin an obvious stare before adding, “despite your other assets.”
Despite? What’s that supposed to mean? Standing up, I make no move to hide myself, and if I end up using my hips a bit more than necessary, and if my member swigs more than usual, I can’t be blamed. I’m worn out! Speaking of which. . . The yellow healing light covers me at my command, but something changes, and I see Leslie smiling.
I’m growing hard. I don’t mean just a bit harder, but rather, my cock is straining in its skin, trying to reach for the ceiling.
Cancelling the light, I look to the other woman accusingly.
She bursts out laughing, not even trying to hide her admiring stare.
“Since contact with your sister increases your ability, and since you’re not averse to copulating with your own kin, I figured I would help modify the light to help you in that regard.” The smile is still painted plainly in her eyes as she looks at me.
Looking down, I can’t believe how hard the light made me. I also feel completely rejuvenated. Looking back up to the other woman, I say, “Since this was your idea, why don’t you be the first to try it out?”
Fear enters her eyes, and she covers her crotch. “No, that monster will never fit!” She starts to back away from me, to where I know the portal to be. I command it to stay shut, as I advance towards her. I know that she can override my command, with her vast intellect, but when she reaches the wall, and it doesn’t open, she turns back to me. “You can’t be serious.” The fear is gone from her eyes, and I almost think there might be a bit of playfulness in them now. She slides along the wall, alternating glances from my face to my hard erection, and back. “You have plenty of other women to try that thing out on. Why go for me?”
I smile widely as I continue to advance. “Because this was your idea. Because you’re the one in here now.” Showing even more of my teeth, in what I hope is a hungry look, I finish, “And because you’re one helluva fine woman, and your intelligence really turns me on.”
She stops and stares as I finish talking, taking her eyes off me long enough to look down her body. Her clothing is modest, but even so, I know she’s not well endowed, and her ass is a little flat, but when she’s smiling, she really is beautiful, and she’s rather slim as well.
I use her distraction and lunge for her, but she’s quicker than she looks, and dodges away at the last moment. How did she move like that? I thought I had her.
“You’re no slouch when it comes to intelligence either,” she compliments me, “but even you should know that you can’t fit something the size of your wrist through something the size of my little finger.”
The thought of her with her little finger inside her tiny kootchy makes me even hornier, and she doesn’t miss the bit of precum that escapes my tip.
“Perhaps not, but anything can be stretched when it gets warmed up,” I throw physics back at her.
She ponders my words for a moment, and I’m able to get close enough to grab at her, but somehow she bends out of my way again. Is she some kind of martial artist? Growling, I continue with my advance, as she sidles around the room.
She remains silent for a bit, and the only sounds that can be heard are our footsteps as we move.
“Do you have the tools to warm it up, though?” She asks solicitously, and this time it’s me that stops, wondering if she’d just insulted me. Then I catch the gleam in her slim eyes, and see my chance.
“Then I propose an experiment,” I remain still, and she raises one slender eyebrow, inviting me to continue. She also stops moving away. “You allow me to try, and we’ll see whose hypothesis holds true.”
She pretends to take that under consideration, but I can already see the answer in the way her hands fiddle with the hem of her shirt. “Shall we set a time limit on that? There becomes a point when no amount of effort will give results.”
This time I consider. How long will it take to get her warmed up enough? “Shall we say, thirty minutes?” That should easily be more than enough time.
“Done!” she states, and lifts her sweater over her head. I’m right about her breast size. She’s lucky if she’s a full a-cup. After being with such busty women as Shanna and Gina, it surprises me that I’m turned on by the appearance of her slight chest. Her bra hits the floor next, and I command my light-suite off. With her breasts now completely free, I can truly admire the way they sit on her chest, with no sagging. Their soft curves round out nicely with her thin frame, and are topped with the smallest nipples I’ve ever seen on an adult.
Stepping up to her, I pull her body to mine, just as her pants hit the floor. They tangle around her feet, and she has to catch herself against me. Not giving her any time to catch her balance, I bend over, and lift her into my arms, immediately latching onto one of her tiny nipples. From her gasp, you’d think I’d sensitized it with a switch, but with her, apparently I don’t have to.
The gravity in the room unexpectedly terminates, and I find us floating freely. Looking up her chest, I can see Leslie smiling dreamily back down at me. I have to wonder what’s changed since the last time I’d seen her. She’d been so calm and reserved, and conceited, but then when she is alone with me. . . Maybe that’s it. She has an image to maintain when in front of the other women. Conceited, conservative, and intelligent. I wonder which is the true her?
With gravity no longer a concern, I allow my right hand to slide down her back, through her butt-crack, and up to her slit. She’s already wet, and I play with her labia while I continue to enjoy her miniscule nipple.
I try to slip a finger into her, but she hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she was the size of her pinkie. I’m going to have to seriously warm her up, if my enlarged manhood is going to make it into her.
“Ready to concede the experiment?” She asks, apparently figuring out what I’m thinking.
“After only two minutes in?” We’re in mid-room now, slowly wending our way to the ceiling, and I use the hand that’s been failing to enter her, to flip her up to my mouth. I like to think I have a skill in this area, and it’s sure to accomplish my goals. Of course, I could just use a switch to make her looser, but where’s the fun in that?
Her pussy has a sweet and tangy flavor to it, as my lips begin their work on her labia. Not even my tongue can gain entrance to her hole, but if I can get past Harana’s and Lela’s outer barrier, then I can get past Leslies.
My cock is engulfed in a warm wetness, and I moan into this Asian vagina, even though she isn’t very talented. I’m beginning to wonder how many blowjobs she’s given, when something else strikes me, and I blurt out without thinking, “You’re a virgin!”
Her mouth never leaves my rod, but I feel her nod. Holy fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought. Why is a virgin coming onto me like this?
‘Because in a week we may all be dead,’ Leslie’s words appear to me, and I realize I was broadcasting again. ‘You are apparently good at what you do, so I figured I would give you a shot.’ I nod, though that almost makes me feel like a piece of meat. ‘But I didn’t take into consideration the size of this thing. It barely fits in my mouth.’
I attack her cunny with renewed vigor. This genius isn’t dying a virgin, not because I’m going to fuck her as soon as I can cram my meat into her, but because I’m not going to lose next week!
She starts making squealing noises when I nibble on her clit, and after only a few seconds of this, she has her first orgasm. I try again to fit a finger into her, and slip my middle finger up to the second knuckle. My finger feels like it’s in a vise, but I use this leverage as I continue to play with her clitoris, and rub her inside walls.
It takes two more orgasms to get another finger into her, and on her fifth, she is no longer trying to give me head, but just moaning and enjoying the sensations I’m delivering to her body.
It’s been about twenty minutes, and there is still no way I’m getting my dill into her hole. I decide to change tactics, and pull my head from between her legs.
And hit my head on the ceiling. Damn, that hurts!
Leslie doesn’t miss this of course, and starts laughing at my misfortune. Growling, I pull her body down stopping her legs with my thighs, my cock nestled between us. This also sets us slowly spinning in the zero G’s.
I pull her back up just enough to start rubbing my cock along her slit, and slip her other nipple into my mouth. I use my free hand to hold her in place against me. I really enjoy the way her slit feels as it slips back and forth along my tool, and occasionally make pokes to see if she turned on enough.
“One minute left,” she murmurs, her voice husky and shaking. Dammit, I can’t lose! I try to enter her again, part of me wanting to just shove forward as hard as I can, but another knowing that you can’t treat a virgin that way.
“Time!” She crows triumphantly as yet another orgasm takes her. I expect her to pull away, but she surprises me, as her legs wrap around my waist, my cock poised at her too-tight entrance, and gravity returns.
My back hits the floor with an audible thump, and Leslie cries out as the force of the impact drives my sword into her sheath. I’m only in her about half-way, but it feels like the end of my penis is being squashed by a black hole. I’ve never felt anything so tight. There is a fire burning in this woman, and I think the pressure is going to destroy me, but after a couple seconds it lets up, and Leslie looks down at me, panting.
“Looks like you were right. Now fuck my tiny pussy. I understand the pain with go away shortly.” That’s Leslie for you. Even when screwing, she stays analytical.
I laugh. I can’t help it. Don’t get me wrong, I use my hands on her hips to start her moving, but I laugh all the same. I think if I live to a million years, I’ll never fully understand this woman.
I continue the slow movements, waiting for her to get accustomed to having me inside her, and after a couple minutes she takes control. As soon as she does, I lift my head to her small chest, and suckle in her nipple again, feeling the sensation go straight to her cunt by the way it starts to milk me.
“I was. . . right to choose you,” she gasps at one point. “You’re determined, and strong. Ungh, you are great at what you do. Umm, ahh!” Gravity flips off again, and once more we’re floating free.
I decide to take control again, and judging by how much her pussy has loosened up, while still remaining almost unbearably tight, I pull all the way out except for my head, then drive it back into her slight form. It only takes three thrusts like this before she is having her first intercourse orgasm. I have to stop when she does, out of fear that her inner muscles will rib my rod off.
“Damn, that was good. Is it always like that with you, or are you using your ability on me?” Her tone is half breathless, half clinical.
I can’t figure her out! “I haven’t used a switch in you, I promise.”
Her eyes grow large as I tell her that. She looks down to where we’re connected, and I do too. I can see some slight blood from where we’d broken her hymen, and a fair bit of her natural lubricant. “Then how. . .?”
I know what she’s asking, and instead of answering, I kiss her. It’s our first kiss, and despite the fact that we’re already in the act of consummation, she’s hesitant. I don’t let up though, as I press my tongue against her lips, and after a second, she allows me passage, but only to the front of her teeth. I use my hips forcefully again, and when she moans, my tongue finally makes it into meet hers.
She cums again, and when she recovers, she’s fully engaged in the kiss, moaning and humping her body against mine for all it’s worth.
Her enthusiasm finally does it for me, and I begin firing my wad against the back of her womb, making us both cry out in unison.
Gravity slowly reasserts itself as we come down from our shared ecstasy.
I find that I’m still hard, but Leslie gingerly gets up, and grimaces. She notices my pointing rod, and weakly smiles.
“Looks like the light did its job. The true experiment is a success. Unfortunately you’re going to need to have someone else take care of that. I’m going to be sore for a week!” She shakes her head, slowly. “The things I do for science.”
She starts to head for her clothes, but thinking fast, I turn the yellow lot on her, and she freezes in mid step. Standing up, I wait until I’m certain she’s fully healed, and enter her from behind. She moans in pleasure, as her hand goes to the back of my head and pulls my lips down to hers.
“I’ve created a monster,” I hear her say, before we begin fucking in earnest. My hand on her clit easily notices how large it’s gotten.
* * *
“Where are Lela and Harana?” I ask my sister as I walk into the compartment the two angels are usually in.
“Lela is talking with the other ship captains, and Harana is taking care of your kids.” She pauses and looks at me for a bit, sucking in her bottom lip, and I know she wants to say something.
“Out with it, Summer. If we can’t be blunt and honest after everything we’ve done, then we’re more screwed up than I thought.”
“You never really spend any quality time with your kids.” The words are out of her in a rush, and now I understand her trepidation. I have been avoiding them. It’s not like I’ve left the room when they’re there, but I haven’t gone out of my way for them either. I have spent some time with them, but she’s right about it not being quality time. They are from my flesh and blood. Sure they’re not entirely human, but doesn’t that mean they need both parents all the same.
Ha! Both parents. As if I know anything about that. My dad had never been there, so what do I have as a role model? Hank Hill, Homer Simpson? What about Clark Kent’s dad? Oh, sure I know they’re all fictional, but those are all I have. I know nothing about taking care of babies. Maybe they’ll be better off if Lela takes care of them.
“No, Nick,” Summer says forcefully. Damn my broadcasting mind! I’ll bet the Green Lantern never has these problems. Well, maybe when he’s— “And don’t change the subject. Those are your kids in the other room. I’m not going to let you be a father like ours was. Now march your ass in there, and get to know them.”
To say I feel shame, would be to call the Atlantic a pond. She’s right of course (I’m making sure my thoughts are my own). Just because I had a bad example, doesn’t mean I can’t make a better one.
Harana is rocking one of the girls when I walk in. She only glances at me for a moment, then returns to her task. I remember how Lela had told me that her race doesn’t care for their kids the way humans do, and I can see that in the clinical way that Harana manages them. I think the only reason Lela takes such care with them, is because we made them together, rather than them being made on her.
“Can I have a moment with them?” I ask, and Harana lays the girl down on the soft blankets. She leaves the room, and I just stare down at the six half-human babies. I don’t know what to say. Can they even understand me? Of course not! Their too young.
I pick up one of the boys, this one with hands like his mother’s, but skin tone more like mine. He is small enough to fit comfortably in both of my hands. He opens his too large eyes, and looks at me intently for a few moment, then reaches his tiny hand out to me, and smiles.
My heart melts, and I feel hot tears stream down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” I murmur. “I should have come sooner. I should have spent more time with you. The demons are coming next week, and I don’t know what to do about them. I brought you all back to life, and for what? To witness your father’s failure?” I shake my head, and the tiny boy looks at me confused. “And here I am, talking to a baby not even a month old as if you can understand.”
The baby boy reaches out his hand again, and this time grips my thumb.
‘You will do fine, father.’
The words don’t appear like when the nanites are used, but seem to enter my mind with a chorus of voices, all speaking in unison.
Shocked, I look at my other five children. They’re all looking back to me, a serious look on their faces.
Chapter 27
“I don’t hear anything,” Summer says, as we look down at my six half-human children. They’re sleeping peacefully right now, and haven’t made any more sounds after that one sentence.
‘You will do fine, father.’
That one sentence still reverberates around in my head. Sometimes it drowns out all other thoughts, even though they only spoke to me that one time. It leaves no room for doubts, and somehow I know I will be able to defeat the demons.
“They’re too young to talk,” my sister continues. “You must be exhausted from working with your ability so much. Why don’t you go get some rest? Using the healing light without any true rest can’t be good for you.”
Nodding, I leave the room, and mentally ask Harana to take me home, since Lela is still on one of the other angel vessels.
There is just something that helps reset your frame of mind, when you walk into someplace that is as familiar as my room is to me. A feeling of nostalgia sweeps over me, even though I’ve only been gone a couple days. For a while I stare at my large Naruto poster, hanging on the wall opposite my bed. I’d picked it up a couple years ago at one of the local cons. On my desk is a figurine from Sword Art Online, which I special ordered from Japan. My TV, not as big as Shanna’s and Shannon’s, has spent countless hours helping me grind through various levels of various RPGs. There just seems to be an energy that permeates the room, and calls it mine. An epitaph of who I am, as though some future archeologist is going to look at it, and say, “This was Nicholas Xavier’s room. The savior of the human race.” There is no longer any doubt that I’ll succeed. Not after my kids told me I’ll do fine.
I just wish I knew how I was going to do fine. . .
Plopping back on my pillow, I’m soon passed out.
In my dreams, I’m sitting at a desk, in nothing but my underwear. Professor Frankens stands before an old-style chalkboard, wearing black shiny leather, and a whip in her hands.
“Answer the question,” my teacher instructs, and I look down to see a piece of paper that’s blank.
“Wh-what question?” I ask, confused.
Donna cracks her whip at me, and I hear it snap right next to my ear. “The one before you. What are you going to do?”
“What are you going to do?” The question gets echoed as Shanna walks into the room, and stands next to our professor. “How are you going to do it?” My girlfriend is wearing an oversized Kingdom Hearts shirt, and something tells me, nothing else.
“I’m curious to hear how my little brother is going to pull this off too,” Summer says, startling me as she bends over and whispers into my ear. “What trick are you going to use?”
The whip cracks again, and I see that Donna and Gina have been joined by everyone else in my life. Even Harley Quinn, and my dad are there.
“Answer the question,” they all say in unison, and I tear out of my desk and start running down the hall.
“Quick, in here,” a voice says, and grabs my arm. I’m pulled into darkness, and suddenly I’m falling. Gina still has a hold of my arm, and she doesn’t seem worried about the fall, so neither am I.
She pulls me to her, and I feel her lips against mine, as her arms wrap around my body. I notice that she is only in her underwear as well. Somehow, despite her advances, I’m not growing hard. “Well, drat,” she pouts when she notices, “I wanted to fool around. Oh well. How are you going to do it?”
I don’t understand. Looking around I see that we’re no longer falling in darkness, but at my mom’s house.
“How are you going to defeat the demons?” Gina asks, and I look back at her, worried. Her grip on my arm tightens, but it doesn’t hurt. I still don’t know the answer to her question though, and go running upstairs.
Okay, okay, I know, when you’re running away, the last place you go is upstairs. But that’s what I did. I tried to go into my old room, but somehow end up in Summer’s bedroom instead.
“Quick, get naked,” Summer tells me, and I see she’s already in bed. “The demons are coming, and we need to get ready.”
Looking down, I see that I’m now completely naked, and I go to my lovely sister. But when we touch, nothing happens. My senses don’t expand, and I can’t feel any of my switches. Worse, even though she is sucking hungrily on my cock it won’t grow hard.
I’m broken, I think, and turn to flee. Outside the window I can see the demon ships landing, and watch in horror as they start ripping into people, eating them raw.
“You’re going to have to kill them,” Harley Quinn says right behind me.
“No!” I yell. “I can’t do that again.”
“Kill them like you killed the old me,” the one time man says as he grips my arms and shakes me.
“No,” I deny what he’s saying, “I didn’t kill you!”
“Nick!” A sharp pain against my cheek brings me back to reality, and I see Dennis standing above me, Robin on my other side. “Dude, you were having a nightmare. Sorry for slapping you, but you wouldn’t wake up.”
Groggily I nod at them, and sit up. My bed is a rumpled mess, and sweat is dripping from my brow. Looking to the clock, I can see that it’s six pm.
“We’re heading out,” Robin tells me, as she gently places her hand on my shoulder. “We have a couple rifles, and there are a number of us heading for the mountains.”
“We wanted to ask if you have any other advice for us?” Dennis asks, and I can tell he’s still worried about me. A small inner part of me laughs at that. A few months ago, he would have called me a derogatory name, and otherwise ignored me. Now he’s a friend.
“Avoid them if they make it past us,” I tell them. “Trust me when I say you don’t want to go up against them, if you can avoid it.” Like I’m going to do in a couple days. . .
“Any chance you wanna fool around one last time?” I grimace at the redhead’s choice of wording, and shake my head. One last time? The parts of my dream where I can’t get it up flash back through my mind, and I’m almost afraid to even try.
They help me out of bed, and I say my goodbyes, hoping that they’re not permanent.
I jump in the shower, and enjoy how refreshing a true shower can be, rather than the Jetson’s style cleansing stations on Lela’s ship.
I notice I’ve a missed call on my cell when I get out, and see that it’s from Shanna. I’ve not seen my girlfriend in a number of days, and smile as I call her back.
“Are you back on the ship?” I ask as soon as she answers.
“No, I don’t want to be in the way. I take it you’re not on the ship then?” Her voice is musical, and soothing to my raw nerves.
“No, I came back to my room to get some real rest,” I tell her, and shudder as I look at the mess of my bed. That dream had been a real nightmare.
“Do you mind coming over?” She asks next, and I groan inwardly. It’s not that I don’t want to see her, but that dream. . .
No, I need to get over that! “Sure, be over in a few,” I try to say cheerily.
“Is everything alright?” I guess there is something in my voice I can’t hide.
“Sure, sure,” I reassure her. “Now you live over in Detroit, right? It’s been so long. . .”
“Ha, ha,” she fakes a laugh. “Now hurry up and get your ass over here.”
“I’ll try not to make a wrong turn in Albuquerque,” I say in my best Bugs Bunny voice.
I finish getting dressed, and head out into the cold air. I debate on taking Lela’s ship, but decide to drive my car. Somehow, the feeling of my hands on the wheel, and the road beneath my tires comforts me. Maybe it’s just another one of those familiarity things.
Popping in a techno CD, I get myself pumped on the awesome beats. My sound system isn’t the best. Well, okay, maybe back in the twenties it would’ve sounded great, but my speakers can’t faithfully lay down the base.
Not yet. . . A few switches later, I’m struggling to keep my car on the road, as each low note shakes my car. Maybe I should turn it down a little.
“Damn,” Julia meets me at the door, “Was that your car? We could hear you a mile away!” She greets me with a warm smile.
I wasn’t expecting her here, and in truth had completely forgotten about Shanna’s one-time rival.
“Yeah, I should probably tune that down some more,” I answer as she leads me inside. “I don’t need anyone calling the cops on me.”
“Oh yeah, I heard they arrested you.” Inwardly I flinch, remembering the situation at the police department after I’d taken down the twins. “You’re a real bad-boy now. That’s so hot!”
“That wasn’t my fault,” I defend myself. While I don’t mind her thinking I’m hot stuff at the moment, I don’t want her getting any ideas. Shanna is my girlfriend, and I don’t want to hurt her.
“Oh, I know,” she tells me off-handedly. “Shanna explained everything to me. You’re a real bad-ass superhero!”
I stop, stunned by her revelation. Is there no such thing as a secret identity anymore?
“Sorry,” I hear Shanna’s mellifluous voice, and I turn to see her walking down the hallway, “I had to explain where I’ve been lately.”
Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I can’t help but forgive her. “I take it Shannon knows too?”
“Of course I do, you rogue!” Shannon says, entering from the kitchen. If it weren’t for the switches in my girlfriend, I’d never be able to tell the identical twins apart. Well, it helps that Shanna’s hair is still dyed red, with only the roots showing her natural color.
“Of course,” I repeat her words.
“We all wanted to talk to you,” Shanna tells me, and I turn to see all three women looking seriously at me.
This can’t be good.
Shanna leads me to a couch, and has me sit in the middle. Julia sits next to me, her leg touching mine, and Shannon sits across from me in a matching loveseat. My girlfriend sits on my free side, and clasps my hands, looking deep into my eyes.
“We’ve been talking,” she starts, and her hands give mine a gentle squeeze. She already knows I’m not going to like whatever she’s about to tell me. “We want to help you fight the demons.”
Yanking my hands from her, I almost yell, “What? No! I won’t have you getting into any more danger than you will be, just by being on that ship. I wouldn’t even let you up there, if you hadn’t forced a promise out of me.”
Shanna looks hurt for a moment, before replying, “I didn’t force it out of you. I just gave you your options, and you chose to be with me.”
“We really think we can help,” Shannon steps in.
I feel Julia’s hand on my thigh, before she says, “Please. This is our planet too, and we should be able to defend it, also. What makes you think we want you to be in danger?”
We?
Her question strikes me oddly, and I look at her, confused. “Look, Shanna loves you, her sister cares for you, and I. . . Well, I care deeply for Shanna. If you’re going into danger to fight off these demons, then I say you get all the help you can. Maybe in Doom one man can fight off an invasion of demons, but you can’t respawn.”
She’s right, of course, but I can’t have more people getting into a fight they can’t win. “But you can’t fight them. I at least have my switches, and my sister makes me stronger. No offense, but what can you do?”
“I won’t sit on the sidelines, and be your cheerleader,” Shanna says heatedly, and I turn to look back at her. Her blue eyes are smoldering icicles (I didn’t even know that was possible), and her wonderful lips are compressed into a tight line. “I’ve been talking with Leslie, and—”
“Wait, what? What does she have to do with this?” I splutter.
“You didn’t let me finish,” Shanna complains. “She’s an expert martial artist, and I think,” I raise my eyebrow at this statement, and she rushes on, “that with your help, we could be trained and be able to fight as well.”
Well, that would explain how Leslie was able to so deftly dodge me the other day. . . Or was that this morning? Anyway, that doesn’t really help.
“How do martial arts translate into a space battle, and how am I supposed to help you get trained in only a few days?” I almost feel smug in my logic. There’s no way they’ll be able to answer those questions.
Why are they all smiling?
“Away teams, of course,” Shannon says, at the same time her sister says “Your switches, of course.”
I look back and forth between the twins, trying to figure out which one to answer. I turn to Shannon first. “How do you expect to board their ships? Lela doesn’t have shuttles. And no amount of martial arts training will stand up to a gun. Besides, you’ll be outnumbered.”
“Leslie already thought of that,” of course she did. “She’s already recalibrated the teleporters, and is fairly sure she can get us onboard one of their ships. Then we can take it over, and use it against them.”
“Fairly sure?” I ask, trying to keep the derision out of my voice. With Leslie’s super genius and conceited personality, if she’s only fairly sure, then that can’t be good.
“Lela’s been talking with the other aliens, and they’re going to try some practice runs with inanimate objects tonight,” Shanna’s eyes grow distant, and she smiles. “Or rather, they just completed the trials, and were successful.” Apparently she is communicating with someone on the ship.
“That still doesn’t answer the question about you being outnumbered on their ships,” I remind them.
“Oh, come on,” Julia says. “Haven’t you seen enough Stargate episodes? A small team, well prepared, and well armed, will stand a better chance of getting on board, and taking over the bridge.”
“Weren’t you the one that just used Doom as a bad reference for why that wouldn’t work?” At least she has the grace to look embarrassed.
“We’ll have weapons,” Shannon says, “and we can use these light-suits, my sister’s told us about, for protection.”
“Those suits haven’t helped too much in the past, against the demons,” I point out.
“Leslie,” Shanna says, and truthfully that seems to be answer enough. Apparently she’s figured out a way to make them more protective as well. Once again I’m glad the Asian woman is on our team.
“Well,” I say, trying to come up with something to change their minds, “I can’t make you martial arts specialists with my switches. There’s no switch for kung-fu master.”
Julia laughs, and I turn back to her. “Shanna told us that you made her smarter and her memory stronger before one of her finals. All you have to do is increase our muscle memory, and agility, and we’re good. Those nanites should do the rest, with training from Leslie.”
I really have no answer for that. They’re right. It could work, and with Leslie helping, I have no doubt she could guide them to the bridge. My heart plummets, as the thought of them in danger worries me.
‘Give up, brother. You won’t win this.’ Somehow I’m not surprised Summer is watching this.
“But, it’ll be dangerous,” I say weakly, still not wanting to relent.
“Any more dangerous than being down here, if a ship makes it past you?” Shanna asks, and I drop my head in defeat. Yes, I could use a switch to make them change their minds, but I won’t. This is their choice, and they’re doing what they can to help. What right do I have to deny them that?
Shanna’s fingers under my chin lifts my gaze to meet hers. “Thank you,” she says softly, knowing that she’s won. Her lips brush mine, and then she’s hugging me tightly. Then all of them are hugging me.
I’ve never known three such people who were happy to be put into harm’s way. Hell, I wish I could get out of it, but as I’ve already thought numerous times since I’ve learned about Earth’s impending fate: ‘Duty is heavy as a mountain; death is light as a feather.’
Hell, I’m too young to die, and thinking about the three women with their arms around me, too lucky.
Shanna is the last to pull away from me, and her blue eyes are nearly dancing with joy. “I know this isn’t easy for you, but thank you.” Her lips are then pressed to mine, as she kisses my passionately.
I’m breathless by the time she pulls away, and before I can suck in a whole breath, Shannon is kissing me. I swear I’m blue by the time she pulls back with a whispered “Thank you.”
Thankfully Julia doesn’t immediately kiss me, and I’m able to suck in a couple breathes.
“Aren’t you thankful, Julia?” Shanna asks, and I can hear a smile in her tone. I have just enough time to look from my grinning girlfriend to a suddenly squealing Julia, before her lips are pressed to mine, as she moaningly kisses me.
After a bit of her powerful kissing, Shanna speaks up, “Okay, that’s enough thankfulness,” and Julia pulls away with a sheepish grin on her pretty face. “Oh, don’t pout,” Shanna tells the other woman, “You can help me suck his dick.”
Julia squeals in delight again, while Shanna begins undoing my pants. Flashes of my earlier dream, about not being able to get it up flash through my mind, but I shove it forcefully to the side. With these two hot women, and I can see Shannon is getting undressed, I have no doubt that I’ll be hard in no time.
Sure enough, as soon as my member is free, Shanna swallows the engorged head between her lips, making me moan. Julia’s lips start to work on my scrotum, and I place my hands on the backs of their heads.
‘Why did you change your mind on Julia?’ I mentally ask Shanna.
Her answer is awhile in coming, and I just enjoy the sensations the two women are giving me. In fact, Shannon’s feet are planted on both sides of me, and her fragrant cunt is on my lips, before her answer arrives.
‘Because you’ve been so good to me, and I know I can trust you. You have a lot on your shoulders, and I’m more than happy to offer whatever distractions I can.’
How did I ever get so lucky? I wonder, as I continue to moan into my girlfriend’s twin sister’s cunny.
‘I hope you know, I love you,’ I tell her in response to her answer.
‘Gee, what took you so long?’ She must have felt me stiffen, well, more than my member at least, as she continues, ‘You were broadcasting again the other day.’
‘wha—Dammit!’ I think. Why can’t I seem to keep my mind in my own head? ‘Well, that’s one way to ruin the moment. . .’
Shanna starts laughing so hard, she has to pull away from my phallus. Julia immediately replaces her, and I have to admit that she knows how to give good head.
I try to send my disgruntlement to Shanna, but she only laughs harder.
“You’re the only man I know that can be getting head from two women, while sucking on my sister’s clit, and be upset about telling me you love me!” my girlfriend exclaims, and this time I have to laugh as well. She really does have a point.
Since she’s talking out loud, I might as well too. “Well, you’re just going to have to put up with my grumpiness, because I do love you, and love you dearly!” I try to sound gruff, but can’t hide my smile as I say it.
Shanna’s eyes brim with tears, and I think I’ve overdone it, but when she shoves the other two women out of my lap, and kisses me again, I know they’re tears of happiness. She must have disrobed after pulling away from me.
‘Was this the response you wanted?’ she asks.
For answer, I grab her rear, move her above my rod, and shove her down while I thrust up. She feels fantastic, as I slide up into her warm velvety folds. Her kiss turns into a moan, and then she has to place her head on my shoulder as I work my way in deeper.
My girlfriend’s right earlobe in near my mouth, and I use my tongue to pull it between my teeth, and give it a little nibble. Someone grabs my left hand, and I look over to see Julia, now completely naked, as she guides my fingers towards her cunt. My middle two fingers slip in with ease, and I crook them to rub firmly against her front wall, making her moan in delight. She starts to twiddle with her clitoris, and I watch as her eyes roll back in her head in pleasure.
Shanna’s moans change in pitch at the same time I feel her womb strangle my cock, and another presence between my legs. Looking down her back, I can see Shannon’s face buried in her sister’s ass.
Julia is the first to cum, thrashing on the couch next to us, as I pick up the pace with my fingers. As she comes down from her orgasm, she pulls my fingers from her, leans over, and gets Shanna’s attention. The two women start sucking on my fingers, sharing Julia’s cum, and sending me to new heights of lust. I start pumping my hips harder, and I feel Shanna’s vagina grip me hard as she cums on my pole.
My girlfriend rolls off my lap, and onto Julia, but my cock isn’t free for long, as Shannon sucks it in between her lips, and cleans her sibling’s cum from it. The other two women are hungrily kissing, fingers buried in each other’s pussies.
“Now it’s my turn for this beast,” Shannon states as she stands up and turns around. Sitting back in my lap, my cock between her legs, she starts to rock her hips, as my penis rubs along her slit. It feels good, if different, but I definitely prefer to be inside a woman. Thankfully she doesn’t do this for long, before shifting her hips and standing up a little, then sinking back into my lap, this time with me inside her.
“Oh, fuck, Shanna,” Julia cries beside us, and I look over to see that my girlfriend has her whole fist inside Julia’s sucking cunt, a tit in her mouth, and the other tit getting rolled between her fingers. “Fuck, right there! Yeah! Oh, god, your making my cum again!” The erstwhile rival starts shuddering again in bliss.
“Their pretty hot to watch, aren’t they?” Shannon asks, and I can only nod. “If you’re done watching them, I could use a bit more attention.”
Embarrassed, I turn back to the brunette, and turn her head to kiss her passionately, while I grip her thighs, and force her fully down on me. I slip into her womb, and she cries out into our kiss.
“Oh god, I’d forgotten how deep you go,” she yells, breaking our kiss. Reaching around her body I grip a firm breast in each hand, and lightly twist her nipples. After a few seconds of this, I drop my right hand down to her crotch, and it only takes me a second to find her clit, and then she’s cumming fiercely, her juices dribbling down my balls and onto the couch. I don’t let up on her cunny, until she pulls my hand away, still shuddering, and mumbling, “No more. . . No. . . more.
Looking over to the other two women, I see their looking at me wide eyed.
“What?” I ask.
“You don’t normally last this long,” Shanna says, and then before I can answer, she turns to Julia. “Are you ready for that?” Shanna asks, nodding to my sloppy genitals.
Julia squeals again, and I realize she likes her squeals, as she turns and kisses Shanna some more. Her rear is in the air, and I stand up, to get behind her. Between how wet my cock is, and her dripping slit, I slip into her, up to the hilt in one slide. I’m surprised that I’m fully seated inside her, without feeling her womb wrapped around the tip of my phallus, until I remember her getting fisted a bit ago. Up until this point, I’ve only been able to sink fully into women who’ve had kids, or into their wombs, so slipping into a babe this hot, and this young is a nice experience, despite her not being as tight as the other two women in the room.
“Ungh,” Julia grunts, and turns to look at me, “It feels like I’m being fisted up to my chest!” She turns back to Shanna, and tells her, “Thank you. I love you too.”
‘Looks like you’re quite the loved woman tonight,’ I send to the dyed red-haired woman.
‘Jealous?’ she sends back, and I can see her smiling at me. My girlfriend slides up the couch, until her cunny is under Julia’s lips, and the girl I’m fucking hungrily attacks my girlfriend’s labia.
‘Not at all,’ I send back to Shanna, ‘you deserve to be loved.’
Love you, she mouths back to me, then her face is covered as Shannon sits on it.
How did I ever end up this lucky? I wonder again. Here I am, fucking a beautiful blonde, doggy-style, while she brings my girlfriend to another orgasm. Meanwhile, my girlfriend is sucking on her own sister’s clit.
I can feel that familiar churning in my scrotum, and pull out of Julia. Stepping up to where my girlfriend is bringing her sister to another orgasm, I slip my cock between them, and start firing off. Julia dives up Shanna’s body, when she hears me grunt out my ejaculation.
I stumble back, a little weak after coming down from my orgasm, and sit on the floor, admiring the way Shanna and Julia bring Shannon’s orgasm to a whole new level, while licking up my sperm.
My phone rings, and groaning, I crawl over to my pants, to see that it’s Dennis calling. I glance at the three women on the couch, and smile as they’re sharing a three-way kiss.
I decide to ignore the call, but my thumb swipes the Android screen the wrong way, and I accidently answer it.
Oh, well. “Dennis, what’s up? How are the mountains?” It doesn’t occur to me until after I ask that he shouldn’t have cell service up there.
“Umm, yeah. Hey dude, listen, Robin and I’ve been talking, and we don’t feel right about running for the hills.”
“Uh-huh,” I say, already knowing where he’s going.
“Well, you see, it’s like this: we made a few calls, and so far, mostly everyone agrees with me. We want to help.”
Mostly everyone? “Who’ve you been talking to?” I ask him, and am surprised by the answer.
“The entire football team, most of the basketball team, and Robbie said that his girlfriend, Nicole can get the cheerleaders to help too.”
The silence in the room is so loud, I look around to see Shanna, Shannon, and Julia all looking at me worried.
‘Is everything okay,’ Shanna asks me mentally, and I nod to her.
“And they all believed you?” I feel my lips asking, but don’t remember sending them the command.
“Dude, you’re kinda a celebrity on campus. Everybody’s been noticing odd things happening around you, and after that scene with Robbie and Gina in that basement, well, let’s just say that the football team took no convincing.” I’m speechless. Robbie had bullied me for years, and now he’s an ally? I knew he was no longer hostile towards me, but to actually risk his life to help. . . “Dude, you there?”
Blinking I come back to reality. “Yeah, yeah,” I reply, slightly breathless, “have everyone ready at our place before sunrise. Make sure they know this’ll be no picnic. Their lives will be at risk.”
Dennis agrees and hangs up. I tell the three women about the new development, and they’re all hugging me excitedly. We might not have an army now, but we have more than a squad to take over the other ships.
A small part of me still twinges at the thought of my friends putting themselves in harm’s way, but this really is their fight too.
Chapter 28
All told, my task force comes to seventy-two. I’m shocked at the group that stands outside my dorm in the wee hours of the morning. The moon is still high in the sky, and there are still a couple hours until the sun decides to peak its bright yellow head above the horizon.
Besides the football, basketball, and cheerleading teams, the hockey, and swim teams have joined us as well, including various friends from around campus. There’s even a gray-haired gentleman with a military hairstyle, and an AR-15 strapped to his shoulder.
“Sergeant Major Wilson, retired, at your service,” the older man salutes me. Clumsily I return the salute, as I stare at the group around me. Shanna, Shannon, Julia, and even Gina are all standing behind me, with Dennis and Robin talking with Robbie off to my side. “I understand you’re the man in charge,” Wilson states more than asks.
“Um, yeah, I guess.” Great job, I think to myself. Way to act confident.
I can see that the one-time soldier has his doubts in me, but he doesn’t voice them. I like him already.
“Mind if I get this group in some kind of order?” I nod, and he turns and starts yelling out orders. The sports teams ‘Fall-In’ in quick order, likely because they’re used to taking orders from coaches. The various friends see what’s happening, and figure it out as well. Once everyone is lined up in loose rows, Wilson turns back to me and salutes. “They’re all yours, sir.”
I return the salute better this time, and say, “Thank you, Sergeant Major.” I look past him, and see that 144 eyes are looking back at me. In the back of my mind, I realize that that’s twelve squared, but focus on the right now.
Yeah, right now, with all of those people waiting on me to say. . . something. My mouth goes dry, and I have to swallow to get enough moisture worked into it to speak.
“I don’t know what you’ve been told,” I start out, and think that as far as speech beginnings go, it sucks, “but an alien race of demons will be here in a few days to destroy the human race.” Murmurs break out, and I have to lift my voice to be heard over them. “Another race has come to help us, and has already helped us. Some of you may have heard, or seen things happening around me, that didn’t make sense at the time.” Everyone grows quiet, and waits for me to continue. “I have the ability to change the quantum state of things around me, and I plan to use that ability to stop the demons, before they get to Earth.” Thank you Jesse for that terminology.
“Prove it!” someone yells from the crowd, and there’s a general sound of agreement from many others.
Wilson seems embarrassed from the behavior of his formation, but I know that they’re not trained soldiers.
“Who said that?” I call out, and people start to shuffle, but no one moves forward. “If you don’t have the courage to face me after yelling that, how will you find the courage to fight the demons?” Calling someone a coward is the best way to stiffen their backbone.
A large man, who I think is from the hockey team, finally steps out, and I look him up and down. He is easily twice my width and a good foot taller as well. He’s also ugly as sin.
“What’s your name?” I ask, smiling up at the big man.
He glares down at me, trying to intimidate me, but he doesn’t scare me.
“Jared Albrecht,” he growls.
“Are you by any chance related to Special Agent Albrecht?” I ask, already able to see the resemblance. He grunts affirmatively. “Good,” I tell him, and uncertainty enters his eyes. I’m tempted to do something mean to him, in retribution for the way his mother treated me, but I know that she was only doing her job. “Your voice sounds like you’re a basso.” He nods again, and I make an easy switch, and flip it up. “Why don’t you tell everyone about that great win in your last game, and how you helped pull it off?”
Getting a jock to brag is the easiest thing in the world, I think, as he turns to the group.
“Johnson passed me the puck. . .” he trails off, as his new falsetto voice comes out. “What did you do to me,” he literally squeaks.
I flip his voice box in the opposite direction, further than where it had originally been, and say, “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
Grabbing the front of my shirt, he actually lifts me off the ground, and brings my nose up to his. His brows are knit together, and I know he’s angry, but I don’t let my smile slip.
“I want you to change my voice back!” a very deep baritone rumbles from his chest, and he drops me in surprise.
I change his voice back, well, maybe keeping it a little deeper, just for the embarrassment I’ve caused, and tell him to get back into the formation. “Anyone else want to test me?” I ask, and am met with only silent, wide-eyed stares. “Good. Now, then, as I was saying, I’m going to use my ability against them. What I want from you, are boarding parties. Your job will be to infiltrate their ships, and take them over.”
“How do you expect us to do that?” someone else yells.
“With the help of these other aliens, you will be trained, and become proficient in what you’ll need to do, within a couple days.”
“Like, how do we know we can trust these other aliens?” A feminine voice rings out, and I recognize Nicole Hama’s snobbish tone. I also hear Robbie trying to shush her, but she has a valid question.
“You can take my word for it, but when the rest of her race commanded her to abandon Earth, she refused, and has continued to help. Some of her race have returned, to help in our fight.”
“Who is ‘she’?” Nicole asks.
“Her name is Lela, and her sister Harana will also be aboard the lead ship.” At least, I think we’ll be the lead ship. “Other females will be piloting their own vessels.”
“Are they, like, all females?” the head cheerleader asks, and I’m starting to get annoyed by her attitude. Her vocabulary could use some work too.
“All the ones on our side are, yes,” I reply, and do a fairly manageable attempt at not grinding my teeth. “If any of you have a problem working with, or under the command of a woman, then leave right now.”
No one moves, and finally there is silence from the snob, as I pick up my on-the-spot speech. “I’m not going to lie to you. What I’m asking of you will be dangerous, and some of you might die. But if we don’t fight them, then all of us will die.”
“What about the Army, or the Marines? They’ll protect us!” I don’t recognize this voice, but it’s the retired Sergeant Major that responds.
“Don’t believe the bullshit on TV! If these guys can travel that far to destroy us, then we don’t stand a chance, without this guy’s help, or these female aliens.” He grimaces, and spits to the side. “Besides, the only thing that moves slower than the military and government are whiny assed, unmotivated, and spoiled teenagers.” A few snickers respond to that, and even I can’t hide my smile. “If the government can’t find a way to pay its own people, what makes you think they’ll defend us? And if they don’t know about it by now, then they’ll never be able to mobilize in time.”
“You have the choice right now,” I say, before anyone else can ask a question, “to either back down, and walk away, or come with me. No one will think less of you for walking away. We all have families, and friends. This is not something I ask lightly, but something that I must ask.” I look intently at the large group in front of me, wishing I could meet all of their eyes, but instead meeting those I can. “We leave in thirty minutes. Bring only what you wear, you won’t be staying overnight.” I turn to Wilson, and what I say feels right. “Sergeant Major, I leave them in your hands.” I give a quick salute, glad that they’re getting better, and walk back into my dorm, to coordinate things with Lela.
She’s not ecstatic to accept any more humans aboard her ship, but recognizes the necessity. Somehow she even talks the other ship’s captains into splitting up the load, between all of the ships.
Thirty minutes later, I step out, and am surprised to find that the retired Sergeant Major has done an excellent job of forming everyone into orderly lines. Silence drops as I step out, and I feel the pressure of all those eyes on me.
“Sergeant Major,” I call the older gentleman over to me, “did this group grow while I was gone?”
“Yes sir. There were a few blue falcons that abandoned us, but a number of them made some calls after your speech, and then a whole lot more started showing up.” Headlights run across us, and I look up to the packed parking lot. “Heh, some are still showing up.”
“Blue falcon?” I ask, confused by the term.
“Stands for ‘buddy fucker’ sir,” the grizzled man laughs, and I join him.
I look out over the crowd, and see that Gina, Shanna, Shannon, Dennis, Julia, and Robin are helping line people up in the formation.
“I noticed you trust that group, so I put them in leadership positions,” Wilson tells me, as he notices my glance.
I look down at the man, and am thankful he’s here.
A large van pulls up, and a bunch of men and two women get out. Some of them are in old green camo, and each has a rifle over one shoulder. Wilson goes to greet them, and then brings them over to me. “These pieces of chicken shit used to work for me,” the older man says, and I know he’s using the insult in an affectionate way. “With your permission, sir, I’d like to put them in charge of a few squads?”
I nod that I have no problem with that, and they turn to walk away, but not before I hear one of the females ask, “Working for kid officers, again, huh? At least this one’s cute.”
“Careful Simpson, he may look young, but that kid knows how to handle power. I’ll tell you what he did earlier, once we get settled.” They move out of hearing range.
It takes nearly another thirty minutes until I decide that we need to get started. Anyone else, who shows up, will have to watch from the sidelines.
Wilson gives the formation to me again, and I face them. “I’m about to make some changes in you,” there is a large audible gasp as a flash of light occurs behind me. My sister has just arrived. I don’t even turn to look at her, able to sense her through my switches. “I going to make you smarter, faster, stronger, and increase your muscle memory.”
‘Are you up to doing all that?’ Summer asks. ‘There are a lot here.’
‘I’ll have to be, if the plan is going to work.’ I respond, and she takes my hand. Immediately I feel my ability expand, if only minimal compared to when we’re—
‘Focus, little brother, we can do that later.’
Damn my broadcasting mind!
‘Lela, the healing light please?’ and that quickly, I feel myself being energized. Too late I remember the changes Leslie made in the light, as I grow a raging boner. With my girth, there’s no hiding it either, and I receive no shortage of stares at my midsection. Everyone else is gasping at the light surrounding me, with no apparent source.
Without waiting any longer, I start forming the switches, making each individual switch, cover the entire group. The strain is huge upon my mind, but at least I’m not trying to change their very nature. Even so, by the time I’m done, I find I’m on my back, head cradled in my sister’s lap. Before I black out, I notice one other thing. My sister is completely nude.
* * *
A warm pleasant feeling brings me slowly awake. It’s not until I hear the sound of slurping, that I realize I’m getting head, and at that point, come fully awake.
There is no mistaking Leslie’s black hair, as it bobs up and down in my lap.
‘About time you came to,’ the Asian woman sends to me, through the nanites.
“What? Aren’t you supposed to be training everyone martial arts?” My head feels stuffed with cotton, and it’s hard to think. I really overdid it with those group switches.
‘I created a self teaching program, that’s playing on all of the ships. I can’t be everywhere at once. Two people abandoned us after going through the pain of the nanites. The rest are learning exceptionally fast, thanks to you. They should all be proficient by the end of tomorrow.’
I shake my head, and then moan as Leslie does something with her tongue around my sensitive rim. Only lost two? That’s better that I could have hoped for.
“How many do we have?” I keep talking out loud, since there’s nothing in my mouth.
‘222,’ she informs me, and my jaw drops. That many? ‘Now do you want to keep asking questions, or take care of this erection you’ve had ever since you came aboard?’ Her question is emphasized by the slight touch of her teeth.
“Well, since that is technically your fault, I feel it’s only fair for you to take care of it,” I tell her in an off-hand manner, that’s ruined only by another slight moan. How has she improved so much at giving head, in such a short time?
‘I learn quickly,’ she informs me. ‘Now give me some attention, or I’m leaving.’
I laugh, but pull her nude body around, and she places her slender legs on either side of my head. Lifting up, I touch the tip of my tongue to her slit, and enjoy the tangy flavor of her crotch. I wonder what her diet is, to give that flavor. This time I make sure the thought stays in my own head.
Inhaling, I suck in one of her lower lips, and enjoy the sensations her moans send along my phallus. I twiddle her labia around between my teeth and tongue, until I know she’s really warmed up, then reach one hand around, and force her hips down, while I suck hard on her clit, nibbling a little as well. My left hand goes to one of her tiny titties, and I start thumbing a miniscule nipple.
It only takes a couple seconds of this, before my mouth is flooded with her juices. I swallow all that I can, while her vagina bucks against my mouth. She spins around, and quickly has my penis head positioned at her tight entrance. Despite how wet she is, it takes a little effort before my head slips in, and her brown eyes roll back at the invasion to her snatch.
After a couple seconds of holding still, I ask, “Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to take care of this erection?” I’m smiling, and am greeted with her warm, if animalistic smile, in return.
“Well, since my current state is your fault, why don’t you take care of it?” I laugh at the turn in our play, and get an idea.
Turning off the gravity in our room, I hunch my back, lifting us slowly up, only to turn the gravity back on, and falling to the soft surface below. When I land, I can feel myself forced into her tight cunny a little more.
“I have created a monster,” she tells me, but then she turns off, then back on the gravity, forcing me even deeper into her.
“Just call me Frankenstein,” I grin, and on the next drop, my hands are ready on her hips, and I pull her down as my back slaps the floor. My prick hits bottom on her, and she grunts at the impact. Looking down, I can see that I’m only halfway inside her. I’m tempted to do like I had with my sister, and loosen her womb, but back off. If she pushes to have more inside her, I will, but not until then.
“You feel like you’re fucking my very mind,” she tells me, and I love how her slight accent caresses each word.
I grin at her compliment, as I sit up, this time only lowering the gravity, and latch onto one of her small, dark nipples. Taking it between my teeth, I keep moving, forcing her onto her back. Once we’re comfortable again, I pull out of her, all but the tip, then drive back forward, until I hit bottom again. Her insides feel like they’re on fire, and every inch takes effort to move into, she’s so tight, but I don’t let up, and soon I have her screaming in ecstasy, her hands digging into my scalp. She moves my head to her other nipple, and I realize I’ve been attacking that one pretty thoroughly.
After a few seconds enjoying her left breast, she pulls my face up to hers, and kisses me passionately, as her body is wracked with more paroxysms of joy.
She shoves me off her as she tries to regain her breath. “Hold on. I need a quick break,” she says, then bends over my lap, and starts to lick her juices from my cock. Somehow the genius woman is able to angle the healing yellow light so that it only touches her, and after about thirty seconds, she’s ready for more.
I have her lie on her side, with her bottom leg straight, and her other one crooked. Straddling the first leg, I once again have to apply some decent pressure to get inside, but then slip halfway into her with ease.
“Forget about fucking my mind,” she moans, “you’re in my soul!”
I grin at her, really enjoy the obvious pleasure I’m giving her, as I saw my hips back and forth. I use my left hand to stimulate her clit, and soon have her cumming again. As soon as she comes down from this one, I turn her onto her stomach, and pull her hips up. Planting my feet on either side of her, I use my strength to hit even deeper and harder into her.
She feels so great, as I move bit by bit, striking ever deeper into her, and then without any warning I’m firing like a cannon against her womb, as if my rod is trying to break down the barrier to her baby-hole. Like a battering ram against the portcullis of Winterfell, I feel her womb give way, and my last to shot barely makes it out, past that extremely tight ring.
We’re both breathing heavily, as we flop onto our sides, and gaze appreciatively at each other.
“Even if we die in a couple days, I’m glad to have met you,” she says to me dreamily. “Thank you.”
I smile in return, saying, “Thank you. Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”
* * *
“How are things going,” I ask the retired Sergeant Major, walking into Lela’s large featureless blue room. I really need to come up with a better term for this room. The Deck? No, sounds too much like a boat. Command Center? Hmm, that might work. Okay, so I walk into Lela’s Command Center.
A hologram of Leslie is going through various martial arts forms, repeating them for a large group of people. The group is following through, and I notice that their movements become more fluid with each repetition.
“Those tiny machines we got are giving these dirtbags greater stamina. I’ll tell you what, if we’d had a setup like this during my last deployment, the war would have been over in less than a week! Hell, even I feel ten years younger.” He glances around covertly, then leans in and states, “What’s the deal with the shiny naked broads?”
Laughing I smile, and ask, “If you want, we can get you a suit like that.” But before he can answer, I send to Lela, ‘Umm, can we get enough light-suits to clothe everyone? It’ll offer a lot more protection.’
‘All ships are working on it,’ comes the response.
“Me, walk around all but naked? No thanks. Nobody wants to see my crusty old ball dangling down.” I wonder at the singular ‘ball,’ but shake it off. I think I’d rather not know.
“You may not have a choice,” I tell him. “They offer a lot more protection, and if it means saving lives, I’ll push for it.”
He nods, but asks, “Aren’t you concerned about it being distracting? I mean, I know you’re used to such things, but the rest of these kids aren’t.”
I look out over the group of ‘kids,’ and know he’s right. “I’ll leave it up to you, Sergeant Major, to organize them into groups, separate males from females if you have to, but I want them as protected as possible. Their lives are my second highest priority.”
He gives me a sharp nod, and I find it a little odd to be giving commands to the grizzled military man. For that matter, thinking of this group as a bunch of kids seems odd. I feel like I’m a hundred years old, and out of touch.
Wilson takes a couple steps away, then turns back, and asks, “Excuse me, sir, but what is your top priority?” He looks at me intensely, waiting for my answer.
“To stop the demons at all costs,” I answer, without breaking his stare.
I see the ghost of a smile split his lips, before he gives me another nod, and turns to chew out a couple of ‘lily livered yellow bellied’ kids who are taking a break, instead of working through the exercises that Leslie’s hologram is displaying.
Ha! Kids. . . When did I get so old?
I head towards Lela’s room, and find her breastfeeding one of our kids. She looks haggard, and I ask, “Is everything alright?”
‘Yes, my body is fine, but managing the ship with so many on board, and creating the suits and weapons is taxing my mind.’
I feel terrible for her. I never knew, or even understood, what she does to manage this vessel.
She looks at me, and I can see her smile appreciatively in the dim light. ‘Harana should be here shortly to allow me to recuperate.’
“Do you need me to leave, so I’m not distracting you?” I look into her large silvery eyes as she shakes her head.
‘Sit with me, and keep me company. You are a pleasant distraction.’ I feel warmed by her response, and do as she asks, saying nothing as she finishes breastfeeding one of our sons, and hands him to me to rock.
I still marvel at how small he is, and can’t help but think it’s cute when he stretches and yawns, showing his two tongues. Lela gets up, and walks slowly to the other room, and returns with a daughter, latching her onto the other breast.
‘Last one,’ she sends me, and I reach over and take her three-fingered hand in mine. She looks at our hands, confused for a moment, then smiles, and gives it a little squeeze.
We sit in silence until our daughter is done feeding, and this time I get up, carrying both back to their blankets.
I lay them down gently, and am about to turn away, when the boy I’d just been holding opens his eyes, and stares right at me.
‘Be at ease, father. We know your pains. Some will die in the coming battle, but we think you’ll survive.’ Their combined voices literally booms in my mind.
THINK?!? They ‘think’ I’ll survive? That’s reassuring!
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and jump, startled by Lela’s sudden presence.
‘I don’t understand,’ she tells me through the nanites.
I realize that once again, I’ve been broadcasting. Looking back to our kids, I see that they’re all sleeping. . . Or pretending to sleep.
‘They just spoke to me again,’ I send to her. ‘They said that they think I will survive the battle.’
‘They are too young to speak, and they don’t have the small machines in them to communicate. I think we’ve both been working too hard. Harana is out there, minding the ship. Let’s get some rest together.’
“But I. . . But. . .” I shake my head, confused. I woke up not that long ago. I can’t be that tired, can I?
Lela takes my hand, and guides me over to another pile of blankets. I give one last glance to the six children, and notice the boy with his silvery eyes, wink at me. I’m tempted to point this out to the angel next to me, but she’s already asleep.
I lay there, next to the alien mother to my children for awhile, but can’t sleep. Walking silently over to the six babies, I look down at them. “‘One day I will understand you,'” I whisper, both speaking it aloud and sending it to just them with my nanites. They don’t even twitch.
Walking out of that room, I see Harana sitting where Lela had been, and can see she’s deep in concentration.
As I enter the Command Center— yes I think I like that term a lot better— I can see that changes have already been made in the formation. There isn’t a female in the group. Well, except for Leslie’s hologram.
Wilson spies me, and comes over to stand next to me.
“I think we’re going to pull this off, depending on their numbers,” he tells me. We stand in silence, watching them train, until they take a break in the healing yellow light. I notice that none of them get a boner!
“I’ve been thinking about what you told me earlier,” he says, breaking the silence. “About me wearing one of them nude suits.”
Annoyance bubbles up inside me, but I tamp it down. It won’t do to argue with this man in front of everyone, and everyone is watching us.
“Okay,” I reply in a level tone. Level as granite.
“Well, you’re going to need a command post back here. One that doesn’t go on attack runs. Boarding runs? Dammit, I’m from the Army, not the Navy. Anyway, unless you’re planning to control everything, you’ll need another team at the head, managing the squads that’ll be going out. And a backup command post, if the first gets wiped out.”
Thank goodness this man is here. There’s no way I would have come up with that on my own.
“Make it so,” I tell him, fighting the urge to add, ‘Number One.’ I will not pretend to be Picard.
That actually reminds me of something.
“One last thing, and this is important.” I wait for Wilson to meet my gaze. “Absolutely no one, and I mean no one is to wear a red shirt after today, until the battle is over, or we’re dead. Anyone complains, and their out.”
The retired Sergeant Major gives me a quizzical look, but says nothing, until he turns and bellows out the order. More than I would have suspected laugh, and nod agreement.
Finale
The following two days are spent training up our little army, and finding what comfort I can with my various women. Every night our army goes home, exhausted, but determined, and every morning more show up to join humanity’s cause. I’m even surprised when Special Agent Albrecht appears on the second morning, and glares down at me.
“I knew there was something screwy about you, Mr. Xavier,” she tells me in her gravelly voice. All I can say is that I’m glad I won’t be anywhere near her group of females when they don their light-suits.
Donna Frankens shows up the next morning.
“It’s good to see you’re alright, Mr. Xavier,” she addresses me stiffly. “I’ve been worried when you started missing so many of my classes. Especially after getting arrested outside the math competition.” Her brown eyes bore into mine, and I can tell she has a lot more to say to me, but won’t in front of so many other people. “Is that the girl from the other team?”
I look to where she’s pointing, and groan inwardly. Leslie is amongst the others, and she’s being treated like a celebrity. Everyone wants to shake her hand, or talk to her. That’s not the problem, though. To Donna it must look like I threw the competition, to let them win.
“I couldn’t see the last question,” I tell her, somewhat defensively.
“What? Oh, I know. The others told me.” She looks back to me, and this time smiles. “I guess I was just worried. I was told a little about what’s going on, but it sounds a bit far-fetched to me.”
I explain to her about my ability, and the coming invasion. Professor Donna Frankens is no fool though.
“You used your ability on me,” she doesn’t ask, but states. “That’s why I, er, we. . .” She glances around, and continues, “And why your voice still affects me.”
I feel like shit, but I don’t turn away from her gaze. I understand this woman rather well, and know she is testing my resolve.
“Yes. I’ll understand if you hate me, but I want you to know that I don’t regret it.”
Her eyebrows climb up her forehead a bit, and then she smiles sheepishly. “I know I should, but I don’t either. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better go find a place to fit in, and quit talking to you, before I rip your clothes off.”
Laughing, I watch as she walks away, and I know the extra swagger in her hips is just for me.
The second day everyone works on weapons training. Half the day on bladed weapons, and half on manufactured rifles. I ask Lela where she’s getting the materials to manufacture everything, and all she tells me is, “I believe you call the place the Russian Tundra.”
Late on the second day, I’m summoned to one of the other ships. I face all of the matriarchs, and can feel their judgmental gazes upon my almost bare skin. I’ve taken to wearing the light-suit, as I’m mostly around other men anyway, and even though it’s petty, I know most of the jocks are jealous of my genitals. My muscled physique doesn’t hurt my standing among them either.
These alien women, however, are not impressed.
“How do we know you will not use this army to turn on us, when the battle is complete? If your plans are successful, you will possess many of their ships, and many of you humans will be aboard ours.”
“I’ve worked hard to show good faith,” I tell them, knowing that that’s no true answer. “I know we are planning violence, and some might be tempted to turn that upon you, but trust me when I say that I won’t let that happen. You are our allies in this fight. We will work hard to protect you, as you have worked hard to help us. If necessary, when we’re done here, we will help you with your people.”
“We have noticed that you care deeply for your children,” another says calmly. “We will each take one aboard our ships, and hold them until after the battle.”
Anger, white hot and ready to burst, rises up in me, and it’s only Lela’s reassuring grip on my shoulder that allows me to reign in my emotions. I can’t stop my words, though. “You’re going to hold my children as ransom?” There can be no mistaking the naked steel in my tone. How dare they? Yes, I’m protecting my own planet, but aren’t I also willing to help out their race?
Silence meets my question, and I just stare at the pink alien women in impotent furry.
‘We will be fine, father,’. I gasp as my children’s words seem to come at me from all directions at once. They’ve never spoken from a distance, and the fact that their voice sounds from everywhere can only mean one thing.
They’ve already been moved.
‘Did you hear that?’ I send the question to Lela.
‘Yes, our children are being sent to the other ships. Did you not hear her?’ I wonder how she can be so calm about this.
I shake my head, but it’s no use trying to explain. No one believes me about them, anyway.
‘No, they’ve already been moved.’ The fear and alarm that widens her already large silvery eyes is all the warning I get, before she rushes forward, screaming something in her language. Maybe she wasn’t as calm as I’d thought, but rather, she’s better at keeping her emotions in check. Or was.
Fast as she moves, I’m still faster, and I hold her back as she continues to scream at the matriarchs. Looking to the older females, I can see that they’re disturbed by Lela’s actions. They’re not used to a mother caring so deeply for her young.
‘Calm down,’ I send to the thrashing alien. ‘They’ll be fine.’
‘FINE?’ That word seems to bowl into my mind, she must have sent it with so much force. I didn’t even know that was possible. ‘How can you say they will be fine? They will die without my milk.’
I’m rocked back by that thought. How will they survive? Lela has to feed them every three or four hours. There is no telling how long the battle will last, and we aren’t even going out to meet them until tomorrow.
Without warning, Lela stops struggling, and I almost fall backward as my effort to hold her back is no longer needed.
I look to the shorter alien, and see her touching her head, looking shocked. She looks at me with wonder, and I realize that our six children have just spoken with her.
The other aliens in the room, however, do not.
“It is good that you can control your emotions. We have analyzed the fluids that your body now produces, and will be able to feed them while they are away from you.”
Lela stutters something, and then seems to back down. ‘They are my children. I should be the one to feed them,’ she tells me. I haven’t realized how much she’s changed and bonded with the little ones.
We’re sent directly back to her ship, only to be confronted by a frantic Harana.
She sees us, and immediately starts babbling in their melodic language. Lela calmly places her hands on Harana’s shoulder, saying something in return, and the two hug. I can now see tears in both of their large eyes. Apparently the kid’s aunt has also become more attached than I’d thought, as well.
I spend the rest of the day talking with the Sergeant Major, and all my friends, doing what I can to block out the thought of my children in strange hands, and wishing I can block out the thought of the upcoming battle.
One other thing comes to my attention, before we drop everyone off for the night.
“It’s all over the news!” Dennis tells me, when I visit the ship he’s on.
I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I tell him so.
“Man, government satellites’ve picked up asteroids moving fast towards the Earth,” he tells me almost excitedly. “If the things continue on their current path, they’re going to hit our planet. They’re trying to figure out how much damage will be caused, but it’s the demons, isn’t it?”
A pit forms in my stomach at the thought, as I nod to my roommate.
“Dude, the Whitehouse stated that the asteroids are moving faster than any other asteroids they’ve ever encountered, which is why they came into visible range late last night. The fools say they’ll start impacting the Earth sometime tomorrow evening.”
“That’s them alright,” I say, and feel that pit in my stomach turn into butterflies. Are we ready yet? Hell, am I ready yet? Sure we have a small army, and a small fleet of vessels, but what am I going to do? Turn off their engines? That won’t get rid of the threat.
Pulling out my Android phone, I’m glad Leslie tied us into Earth’s cellular network. Pulling up some news sites, I read a few stories on it, and even go to a religious link that starts talking about the end of days, and the second coming. Everybody’s scared, and the best advice I read states that the smartest thing to do will be to stay home, unless you know of a fallout shelter you can use.
The government states that they’re trying to figure out some way to disperse the asteroids, and that they’re working with other world leaders to find a solution to the problem. I wish them luck, but don’t have much faith.
Those aren’t asteroids flying free in space on a collision course. They’re the demon’s fleet, coming to eradicate the human race. Staying home will be useless. Fallout shelters might work, but I doubt it. No, the best hope is that I need to come up with some sort of strategy to stop them.
I don’t have much faith in that plan, either.
The news reports that streets are packed, and shops already have looters. If it’s this bad already, I don’t even want to think about how bad it will be tomorrow.
Perhaps my last night alive. I shake, to rid myself of the defeating thought.
I pull up pictures of the supposed asteroids online, and see that they’re flying in formation. I know the government can’t have missed this fact, and realize that the asteroids are a cover up. I wonder what their real plan will be, and if it might interfere with whatever I’m going to do.
It’s impossible to tell just how many ships there are in the grainy photos, but I can easily see that it’s a lot more than the seven ships Lela and I have at our disposal. This won’t be a fight, and it will take everything we have, to make sure it doesn’t turn into a massacre.
My girls, except for Leslie and Donna, want to spend the night cavorting together. I beg off, wanting to get as much sleep as possible. Tomorrow’s going to be a harrowing day.
* * *
Summer is already in the Command Center when I step through, still trying to rub a bad night’s worth of sleep from my eyes. She’s hopping from one foot to the other in impatience.
“Oh, good, you’re here!” she spouts as soon as she sees me. She grips me in a fierce hug, before pulling back, and searching my eyes.
“Good to see you too, sis,” I try to greet her cheerfully, but don’t have it in me right now. “Are we going after the demons? Is everyone ready?”
“You look like shit,” she tells me. “I thought you wanted to get more sleep last night?” I almost laugh as I see how tired she looks. “There were even more wanting to fight this morning, but we had to turn them away. They’re just not trained as well as the others.” Summer grunts before adding, “Not that we have the room. The other six ships are filled to capacity. The only reason your alien girlfriend’s isn’t, is because we won’t be delivering squads onto other ships.”
“How many do we have?” I ask, still trying to wake up.
“Just under four hundred,” she sounds excited as she tells me this great news. “They’re split into seven to ten man groups.” She pauses, and looks at me intently, before saying, “Lela’s not sure it will be enough.”
Of course not. Well, nothing to it, but to do it.
“How long until the demons arrive?” I ask, afraid of the answer.
“They’re just entering the solar system now,” Summer says.
“We need to get the ship moving immediately,” I say. It’s time to stop the demons from ravaging Earth.
“Calm down,” Summer commands in her older sister voice. “We started heading out to meet them an hour ago. We wanted to let you rest as much as possible.”
We’re already moving? Considering how tired I am, I’m thankful for the extra rest.
Glancing around, I see that we’re alone in here. “The others?”
“In charge of their units. Only Leslie, Harana, and Lela are here, besides us,” my sister informs me.
“Leslie?” I ask, wondering what her job will be.
“She’s linked in to all the ships. She’ll be watching from another room, and coordinating the transfer of our squads. She suspects that the demons may have some defense against teleporting directly onto their ships.”
“Where are Sergeant Major Wilson, and the command team?” I’m trying to get the full picture.
“They’re aboard different ships. I didn’t think you wanted to broadcast what we’ll be doing, during the battle,” I’m surprised to see an almost shy smile flit across her beautiful features.
“Ships?” I ask, wondering about the plural. Wouldn’t it be better to have the command team together?
“Three ships. One for the main team, and two backups. They won’t be able to behead us in one attack.” Somehow that sounds more like the rough Sergeant Major’s words.
They won’t be able to behead us, unless they take out this ship.
‘Close your eyes, it’s time.’ The words float across my vision.
I lay down as I close my eyes, commanding my light suit off me. Summer climbs on top of my body, pressing her naked chest to mine. ‘You take care of the demons,’ her words tell me, ‘I’ll take care of the contact.’
I feel a mouth engulf my limp penis, bringing it slowly to life, at the same time stars blossom in my vision. We’re stopped, and I can just make out where the demon’s ships are approaching us, surrounded by the tell-tale red rings.
For a split second, I feel stark, maddening terror, as I see how large their force is. Even the other six ships arrayed with three on each side of me, can’t give me comfort against a force this size. There are more ships than even the grainy photos I’d seen hinted at.
I can feel that I’m fully hard in Shanna’s mouth now. There is no denying the skill she has with her tongue. Even distracted as I am with the demon fleet, she’s able to get me hard. A few seconds later, I feel summer slide her body back, as I slowly enter her and the sense of my switches increases ten-fold. I can easily sense the various switches I’ve made in the other ships. I can tell which ships hold Gina, Shanna, Shannon, Donna, and the massive switches covering all our ships.
I realize that I’m thinking of this ship as me, more than something I’m in control of, and send a message to Lela. ‘Can you give me complete control over movement of the ship, so that I can move us with my mind?’
There is a pause, before the word, ‘Done,’ appears before me.
I feel my sister start to slowly rock back and forth, while still keeping as much contact with me as possible. The actual coitus is not required for her to magnify my ability, but the pleasant sensations that course through my body help to distract me from my fear. It also keeps me hard, giving me more surface contact with her.
Fear. . . What had I done, that’d removed my fear of Bradley, my old boss? I’d silenced him, I recall. If only I could do something like that with the demon ships. Since I can’t hear them, making them quiet won’t work. I have to strip away what makes them scary to me. Well, the thing scaring me the most is their numbers. Is there some way I can reduce their numbers without killing them? With my kids, sister, girlfriends, and friends on board these ships, do I even have the luxury to have a conscience concerning their deaths?
I can hear Summer moaning into my ear, as her pussy milks my cock, and her large breasts slide up and down my chest, her nipples hard. I can hear myself moaning too. I lose a little bit of contact with Summer, but a second later, I feel her hand on the back of my head, pulling me up, and into her tit. I automatically started suckling, as she cums.
The demons are easily within range of my switches now, and the first thing I do, is make a switch for their weapons systems. A lance of pain shoots through my head as I make it for the massive group, and I feel my head land back on the soft floor, releasing the nipple I’ve been sucking on.
I feel some of the demon ships start up their weapons in preparation to destroy the seven impudent ships before them.
Summer moans slightly as she continues to ride my pole, and from the power I’m drawing through her. I feel the effects of the yellow light on us, as I grow harder within my sister, and my head clears.
The light is helping, as the pain is already gone. I’m fully seated inside here, and a part of me wonders that I’m all the way within her vagina, without feeling the ring of her womb. Is it the nanites or the healing light that’s allowing me to fit inside her snug wallet?
Another part of me quickly flips the group switch, turning off all their weapons, and keeping them off.
The enemy ships seems to mill around for a moment, as they try to get their weapons back up, but they’re no match for the power of my switches, especially when those switches are buttressed by my sister and the yellow light. Nothing can move a switch I’ve made with Summer, except the two of us together.
I peek one eye open, and can just make out my sister’s face, bobbing above mine. I can see her clearly, and know that the nanites and light are doing their job. Summer sees me peaking at her, and mashes her lips to mine. Her tongue enters my mouth, as she presses our two bodies together.
My switches’ power increases a little more, and I start lifting my hips to meet her rocking. She feels fantastic, and despite the incongruity of the situation, I’m feeling exhilarated.
The demons have finally decided that they aren’t going to be able to shoot us out of their way, and seven ships come forward to sacrifice themselves, by ramming into us. I’m thankful the remainder of the fleet holds back.
I immediately take evasive maneuvers, rolling to the right, and realizing that I’m rolling around with my sister as well. The demon ship that chose us changes course to match, and here is where my gaming skills come in handy. Viewing the ship as an extension of my will, I can move and change directions at the speed of thought. Oddly, every move I make is copied by a move with my body, and Summer holds on for dear life, as we roll all over the room. When I dive, my pelvis pulls back, and when I climb, my hips drive forward, piercing her wet crevice with my cock, and making her moan in pleasure.
The demon ship barely misses my port side, and it dawns on me that even though my video gaming skills are handy here, there is no reset switch, and one mistake means our lives. I look around to see how the other ships are faring. One of ours is smoking, and not moving. Another has two on its tale, and it doesn’t look good. What is happening with our away teams? We’re all too interwoven for me to know whether any are on board the demon ships.
Thinking fast, I roll Summer around, as I barrel-roll the ship, and dive between the other vessels. I sense more than see that my pursuing ship collides with one of the others. I really hope none of ours were on that ship. I’m going to have to be a lot more careful how I go about this. Looking back, I see that the remaining ship has broken off its pursuit and is now after me.
I feel awful for the deaths I’ve caused, but I know it’s either them or us.
Even with the distraction of avoiding the enemy ships, the feel of Summer’s vagina sliding around my cock feels wonderful. It also helps to distract me from any crippling fear I might otherwise be suffering.
‘Some of the demons are headed for Earth!’ the message comes from Leslie, and even as I look, I know it’s true. No longer content to wait and see how the chase goes, four of the demon ships have broken free of the main formation, and are headed to my blue planet.
I charge for the errant ships, but two other demon vessels block my path, and I barely pull up in time to avoid a collision; my cock driving deep into my sister, and making her cry out.
‘Leslie, can you get a team to them?’
‘I’m trying. Every time a team teleports, they change their defenses. I have to come up with all new algorithms on the fly. Now quit bothering me.’ After a couple more seconds of rolling around the room, and dodging kamikaze demons, Leslie comes back with some bad news. ‘Teams made it safely to two of them, but the other two are out of range.’
Dammit! Looking into the void around me, I see that three ships are on my tail, and I turn and start heading for the smoking friendly vessel. I have to get these demons off of my tail, so I can stop the ships heading for Earth. As I approach the smoking vessel, I mentally send the command to teleport all living beings to this one, and then pull hard to starboard at the last second. Zooming past another friendly ship, I transport our passengers to it.
As I do this, I feel myself go even deeper into Summer’s pussy, and I moan as my cock enters her womb; my cock’s head getting strangled by the tightness of her deepest and most sensitive parts.
Two demon ships fail to turn sharp enough and crash, leaving one still on my tail.
Shit! Did I just kill more of my teams? ‘Leslie, please highlight the demon ships with our teams on them in yellow, so I don’t destroy them as well.’ She doesn’t respond this time, but I see seven or eight demon ships go from a red ring, to a yellow one. There are still too many red rings. Ha, the red rings of death, I think sadistically.
I see two demon ships returning, this time with blue rings around them, when Summer screams, “I’m cumming, Nick!” distracting me for just a second. “Oh, god, I’m gonna cum!” I feel her cunt ripple along my member, and I feel energy flowing into me from the connection. Odd, I think, that’s never happened before.
Two more demon ships suddenly shift to blue rings, and I see them breaking off pursuit of the angel ships they’d been trying to destroy. They break pursuit, and then just sit there. Sonuva. . . Their weapons are down, and they might not even know how to pilot the things. I sense for my switches, to try and return weapons to the fighter, and catch my breath.
Gina is aboard one of them. My heart pounds, and if it weren’t for the yellow light surrounding me, I’d probably go soft within my older sibling right now.
“Nick, lookout!” my sister screams, and suddenly she’s gone from me, as well as my extra strength with my switches. Opening my eyes, I see a small, black haired creature coming right for me.
How the— was all the time I have for thought, before I’m jumping away. The thing pulls out some sort of weapon, and points it at me, and then seems to get agitated, throwing the thing down. Apparently I turned off all weaponry, as I recognize the thing as some sort of gun.
I’m naked, facing one of the red-bodied demons, while who knows what might be coming at us outside. On top of that, I haven’t done any of the training with the squads, because I can’t give myself the switches that I was able to give them. Oh, and did I mention I’m still supporting a throbbing boner, with this yellow light? Can this situation get any worse?
Oops! Why did I have to think that?
Summer screams again, and I see another demon is in the room with us, facing off against my nude sister.
My attention is brought back to my own situation, when my demon charges me, its snout wide open, and very dangerous teeth gleaming a sickly shade of green in the blue light. It’s a good thing I’d gotten some dodging practice with the Team Rocket twins, as I jump to the side. I hit the ground rolling, and come up near the enemy’s discarded weapon. I make a quick switch to turn on just this one, but it won’t budge. I’d made the original switch while in contact with Summer. I pick the weapon up anyway, at the least it’ll act as a club, and get it up just in time to block the short round creature’s maw from tearing a chunk out of my side.
Summer screams, and I look over to see her hobbling away from a stalking demon, holding her hip. Blood wells from between her fingers, and I can see that her face has gone ashen.
Fear for my loving sister rips through me, and I pull back on the weapon, still in the demon’s mouth, as I roll back taking the beast with me, turn off the gravity, place my legs under the creature, let go of the rifle and kick hard. The things claws rake my legs, causing a whole new level of agony, but it flies upwards, and its small head slams into the ceiling. I return gravity at that point, and the red creature falls back to the floor with a grunt and a thump.
I’m certain it’s only unconscious, and that gives me an idea. Cursing for not having thought of it earlier, I make a switch in the one that is now barreling down on my sister, and watch as it stumbles and hits the floor, asleep.
Breathing heavily, I walk over and inspect my sister’s hip. Thankfully, between the yellow light, and her nanites, the blood flow slows, and stops, and she’s able to stand upright again. I check my own legs, and watch just in time for the tears in my flesh to fade into scars, and then disappear altogether. The only evidence of the wounds are memories, and the already drying blood.
Summer hugs me tightly to her body, crying. I comfort her as much as I can, my still hard rod between us.
She notices. “Wow! I didn’t know you got turned on by that sort of thing,” she snickers.
“I don’t,” I try to defend myself. “It’s this damnable light. Leslie set it up to make me hard, while it heals.” Speaking of Leslie, ‘Demons are boarding our ships!’ I send to her.
‘Already taken care of. You took the longest to stop your attackers. Now, if you’re done playing around, we’re still fighting out here. We had to sacrifice one demon ship to save yours already.’
‘The team aboard?’ I ask, worried that it might have been Gina’s ship.
I get no response, but a moment later, no response is necessary. Gina strolls through the open hatch, surrounded by Lindsey Ratner, Nicole Hama, and the five other cheerleaders. All naked, except for the light-suits, and all staring at my package.
“We’d have been here sooner,” Gina says as she rushes over and hugs me, “but we had to take care of our wounded, before we could fight. Even as she talks, four cheerleaders break off, and two head to each of the slumbering demons. They’re carrying some kind of wicked looking black blades, and they slip them easily into the slumbering red mounds, killing them.
“This is for Samantha,” one of them says, and I can see tears rolling down her cheeks. Samantha is. . . was another cheerleader.
“We’re to be your personal guard, though Leslie says that the demons won’t be able to teleport to us anymore; something about randomly generating coefficients and fourth dimension physics.” Gina tells me
“Nick?” Summer asks, and I look over to her, as she watches the four teammates dragging the dead demons from the room.
Oh, great. Now I have to do my sister, with an audience. I know Lindsey won’t mind, as she’s been sleeping with her brother, and neither will Gina, but the other’s. . .
“Don’t worry about them,” Gina tells us. “I briefed them while we were healing. They understand the situation.” Her voice drops to a whisper before she adds, “Even Nicole doesn’t seem to care, as long as it saves our lives.”
I realize that we must look a site, with blood still on Summer’s side, and both my feet a dark color as well.
Gina steps back, and is quickly replaced by my naked sister. My boner never lessened throughout the fight, and apparently Summer stayed wet the entire time as well, because as we lay back, I easily slip right back inside her, and close my eyes, to evaluate the battlefield.
Another angel ship is smoking, and immobile, but otherwise seems undamaged. Three demon ships are surrounding it, protecting it. They still don’t have weapons, but every time a red-ringed ship approaches, they chase it off.
I’m back in the saddle, I think, as I start moving our ship forward again.
‘You’re in more than just that,’ Summer sends me, and I thrust my hips forward in response, driving the ship up, and making her lightly bite my shoulder to stifle her moans.
As I watch the three ships guarding the one angel ship, one turns suddenly red, and I know a squad just died. I’ve got to end this fast, before any more lives are lost.
My hips have been moving with Summer on autopilot, but when she starts to moan, and cries out, “Fuck me Nick! Damn, you feel so fucking huge in me. Ungh, I’m cumming again!” my focus returns to her, as I pick up the pace with my rod. She feels so great, with her inner folds caressing every inch of my rod, and I even slip into her womb, making me moan out load as well. I know I’m getting close, but I also know I need to figure out how to stop these violent beasts.
Dammit, I think, if only I could get rid of their aggressiveness!
Summer’s words combined with her cunt milking my cock are enough to send me over the edge. As I fill her womb full of my seed, I feel the switch for their aggressiveness form, and flip at the same time, draining the last of our combined energy away, and blackness swallows me whole.
When I come to, I have to blink my eyes a few times to see, and my head is throbbing again. A pleasant sensation is surrounding my cock, but I can’t see past my sister’s concerned face.
“You’re awake!” she exclaims upon seeing my open eyes. Her face seems oddly flushed, and she even seems to moan a little as she says it.
“Wh-what happened?” I ask groggily, already feeling the healing yellow light force my headache to recede, and my cock to swell even more. I’m thankful for the enhancements Leslie added to the healing, but kinda wish she hadn’t made it so that I get so hard under the luminescence.
“The demons’ve stopped chasing us,” Summer tells me, her eyes close momentarily as she sucks in her bottom lip.
Only then do I realize why my cock feels so pleasant. I know that technique; Gina must be giving me a blowjob, and keeping me hard. They must have done that when I passed out, so that when I awoke, I could reconnect with my sister, and keep my switches powerful. Apparently she’s forgotten about what the light now does for me. Or who knows. . . Maybe she doesn’t care, and just wants to clean my pipe.
That doesn’t explain why Summer seems to be enjoying herself, though.
My sister sees the confused look on my face, and correctly interprets it. “Gina’s scooping your cum out of me,” she informs me. “You came a lot, and she’s trying to get it out, but it feels good, too. She’s about to. . . uhh, get me off.”
Just as Summer starts to convulse on top of me, Gina lets my cock free, and slips it back into Summer’s vagina.
I moan as we reconnect, and feel the power of my switches magnify again. I know I can’t use them again so quickly, and am also glad that I’ve been able to buy us a little time.
“No,” Summer moans as she comes down from her orgasm. “In my ass. I don’t want to get pregnant from this, and I haven’t taken my pills since I’ve been up here.” I nod, and pull my hips down, and let Gina aim me for her rectum. I’m easily slick enough, and slip right past my sister’s sphincter, causing us both to moan in delight again.
Despite how good my sister’s colon feels around my cock, I worry about the ships that made it past us. I’ve failed. That other ship would’ve been well outside of my range when I created the ‘anti-aggression’ switch. I only hope that my fellow humans can handle the few ships that’d made it through. Knowing that the demon’s weapons won’t work, sooths my fears some.
Right now, though, I need to concentrate on the rest of the fleet that’s still here. Closing my eyes, I pull Summer’s face down to mine, kissing her deeply, as I lift my hips, and love the sensations the inside of her ass delivers along my rod.
I can see the demon ships still floating out there in space, waiting, and likely wondering what’s happening to them. They might not be aggressive at the moment, but they still pose a threat. I need to stop that threat for good, or all will be lost.
My headache is nearly gone now, and I know it’s partly in thanks to the healing light, and also thanks to how wonderful Summer feels on top of me. I can feel her sphincter sliding up and down my rod, my entire length piercing her colon.
I allow my hands to drop down to her rear, and grab a globe in each hand, as I examine the ships before me.
I need a way to stop their aggressiveness permanently. Derek’s image flashes before my mind, and I recall what I’d done to him, changing him into a female. Somehow I don’t think changing their sex will help, but perhaps another biological change will do the trick. I know I’ll need the added strength of another orgasm though, to accomplish it, and throw all of my concentration into making love to my sweet sister’s tight ass.
Lifting my head, I bring one of her teats to my lips, sucking gently, as I increase the pace of my hips.
“Damn,” Summer moans above me, “you’re going to make cum again, Nick.” She starts to convulse on top of me, her ass squeezes my length, and feels fantastic, but it’s still not enough to make me cum.
I open my eyes, and see Gina and the cheerleaders watching us, and know that I will need to enlist their help.
“Gina, I know what I need to do, but I need your help,” I tell her. “Come here.”
Shanna does as I ask, a curious look on her face, her suit shimmering to the floor, and walks over to Summer and I. “I don’t know how I can help, Nick. I’m not like your sister.”
I tell her what I want, and she sits on my face, my sister moving slightly as the blonde-bombshell gets situated. Summer does her best to keep as much physical contact with me as possible. I need to be as turned on as possible, so that I can form the switch when I cum.
I suck hard on Gina’s labia, and note that she’s already wet. Despite the fear that she must have been feeling, and the battles she’s already been through, watching Summer and I roll around must have been turning her on.
I feel Summer lift up, while keeping as much contact with my body, and know that she must have been sucking on Gina’s tits as I began to nibble on her clitoris. I reach my hands up, and pinched both of Summer’s nipples between my fingers, making her moan into Gina’s chest.
I feel a tongue on my genitals, and from the sense of my switches, I guess that it’s Lindsey. I’ve never actually done anything with the woman before, but I’m not about to complain right now.
“Like, if you think I’m joining this disgusting scene, then you can forget it.” That is unmistakably Nicole Hama. “It’s one thing to watch this incest, but another to help in it.”
“Oh, get over yourself,” I hear one of the other cheerleaders state. “If he needs to cum, to save the Earth, then it’s our civic duty to help him!”
“You’ve can’t be serious,” the head cheerleader cries.
There is no response, but a couple seconds later, my right hand is pulled away from my sister’s chest. Someone starts sucking on two of my fingers, then shoved towards a crotch. I feel a slight bit of fuzz, and know what she is after. My two saliva soaked fingers quickly find her slit, and slip inside.
“Damn, that looks hot, Sarah!” another cheerleader crows near my feet. A moment later, I’m met with a new experience, as my foot rubs against a new crotch. A few seconds later, my toes are swallowed by whoever’s cunny is fucking my foot.
“Mmm, he really knows how to use his fingers, Michelle,” Sarah moans, and really starts to move her hips against my hand.
“I can’t, like, believe you’re doing that!” Nicole cries, but Sarah cums as I slip two more fingers into her cunt. “Don’t expect to be on my cheerleading team when this is over. Don’t you realize that’s like, his sister, he’s fucking?”
“Oh, fuck, I love having a foot up my little kitty,” Michelle moans, as I feel her ‘little kitty’ squeeze my appendage. “Get over yourself, Nicole, or you won’t be head cheerleader anymore.”
“I’ve got to get in on this,” another one says. “I’ve never had a foot in me. That looks like fun!”
No way, I think, while Gina cums in my mouth. While I’m lapping up her juices, I feel my left foot slowly enter another pussy.
Summer is really moving atop me, and I can feel my cock-head bouncing around inside her colon, making me moan. I’m so turned on; I know I’m getting close.
The tongue at my balls moves away, and I hear, “Yeah, finger my pussy, Sarah. Ashley, finger my ass! Oh, that feels good!”
Gina grinds her crotch against my lips and tongue, while I enjoy the feeling of Lindsey’s tongue on my balls and Summer’s ass gliding up and down my hard shaft.
“But. . . But. . . I mean. . . Like. . . Oh, fuck, it’s for the Earth, right?” and a few seconds later, Nicole Hama, head cheerleader, stuck up bitch, and Robbie’s current girlfriend has my fingers making her even wetter than she was a moment ago.
Sarah cums again, my fist is now entirely inside her wet walls, and a moment later Nicole follows with her own orgasm.
Having seven women pleasing me, and getting pleased is enough to increase my libido, and I feel my orgasm building up even stronger. I squeeze my eyes closed to form the switch I need in my mind.
Summer drops her chest down to mine, and our chins connect as we both lick Gina’s creaming crotch. I taste a flood of her cum a second before Summer’s colon squeezes my throbbing rod, and I unloaded myself deeply into my sister’s convulsing colon. New energy flows into me from Summer’s orgasm.
It takes every ounce of mental strength I have left to make and then move the switch. I have just enough time to sense the demons becoming herbivores, before I pass out for the last time.
Epilogue
It takes nearly two months for me to recover from that last switch. Two months in the ship under the healing yellow light, while the changed demons and friendly pink aliens come to an understanding and a truce.
That final switch doesn’t change all the demons in the universe, only the ones that were within range at the time I flipped it. However, according to the new truce, the Earth has a friendly defensive force. Some of the demons go with a few of the female pink aliens, to defend their home planet. The rest go to Earth to fight those that’d made it past me during the battle. It takes almost ten years to flush all of the carnivorous and aggressive demons from my home planet. Ten years of chaos, violence, and the beginning of a new age for humanity.
When I awake from my coma, after the two months, I have a number of surprises awaiting me. Summer is pregnant with my child. She’d debated on whether or not to keep it, and in the end decided that she can’t get rid of something made from love. She even helps Shanna and Julia find a large enough house for all of us to live in. My sister complains about looking fat, but I tell her how hot she looks now. After two months of being under the healing light, my cock is hard as a rock, and it takes only a little effort to show her what I think of her.
Leslie is also pregnant, and she decides to keep the child for a different reason. The culmination of two genius people (her words, not mine) is too good of a chance to pass up. She promises that I’ll be a part of the child’s life, but she’s gotten from me what she really wanted.
Shanna came to Lela’s ship to visit me every day in my convalescence. She tells me all about events on Earth, and how all my girlfriends (again, her words, not mine) are waiting for me to recover, so that they can show me their appreciation for what I’ve done. From the kiss she gives me after saying this, I have no doubt, how that appreciation will be displayed.
Gina decides to live next door to us, for some reason. I try to encourage her to find someone else, even though I love her, but she keeps telling me she will only leave me when she finds someone better. Fifteen years, and three kids later, she still hasn’t found anyone else, and I’ve long ago stopped trying to help her move on.
Robin apparently became pregnant as well, despite all of Dennis’s precautions. They end up getting married before the child is born, and even have three more children, though none of them looks anything like the first. It doesn’t take long for their oldest to start displaying interests in the geekier things in life. I keep my mouth shut about my thoughts about who his real father is, but somehow I don’t think it escapes Dennis’s notice.
Robbie and Nicole get married, and if she ever tells him about what happened at the end, I never find out.
All of my children with Lela are doing well, and growing strong. They’re growing faster than normal humans, yet slower than the pink aliens. Their minds are growing faster than both races. They seem to grasp concepts and thoughts faster than either race. All of Lela’s and my children are speaking both languages fluently by the time I come to, but they prefer to talk with one mind, yet multiple voices. Somehow my nanites have were passed on to them.
My mother was worried sick about me, until Summer brings her up to visit me. With the demons still roaming the Earth at that time, she’s filled with fear at first, but Harana and Lela put her at ease. She takes the news of Summer’s pregnancy a little hard at the beginning, but in the end agrees that she can’t get rid of the child. She looks even younger, my switches having taken their effect on her, increasing her skin elasticity and slowing her aging drastically. She looks like my younger sister now, and Summer informs me that she’s even a little jealous of the attention mom gets now.
When the unchanged demons first arrived on Earth to start devouring the human race and Earth’s resources, one of their first victims was my father’s girlfriend. The sight completely unnerved my father, and he came crawling back, again, to my mom. To her credit, she told him where to go, and in no uncertain terms how to get there.
Old Mrs. Polkins is found in the dean’s office one day; or rather, under it, by the dean’s wife. For some reason the wife doesn’t take it too well, but last I heard, Mrs. Polkins found herself another job as a high school nurse, and none of the students are complaining.
Another surprise is Professor Donna Frankens. At first she wasn’t happy to find out about all the women I’m with, but some quick thinking, and stern commands later, she has another job as my maid on the weekends. I no longer go to that college, so that there can be no question of impropriety there.
All of those surprises are minor compared to finding out that I’ve burned my ability out. I was too weak when I used that last switch, and no matter what Lela does, the ability is gone. I can’t even sense any of the switches I’d made, or my half-human children.
Despite my lack of a special ability, Lela and Harana insist that I be the main liaison between the three races. Even at my young age, the world leaders agree, though some feel slighted because they’re left with no choice in the matter. Lela, Harana, and even the demons make sure of that.
Some of the other modified human’s come to the rescue of the human race, during that ten years, but some use their abilities for their own gain. Once the carnivorous demons are dealt with, the remainder of my small army helps me to capture the rogue humans, and deactivate their special genes.
Only a thirty-nine died in the battle. I feel terrible for their loss, and even though I return to Earth with a hero’s fanfare, it can’t make up for the ache in my heart, knowing that they died to help me.
Half of my army went with Sergeant Major Wilson, back to the Angel’s home planet, with a legion of demon ships. When the violent demons arrive, they’re fought off. The matriarchs are given a special hearing, for crimes against their race, but when my army threatens to use force, the male angels are forced to see that mating can be pleasant for both genders. Two of the matriarchs even get spots on the ruling council.
Five years after the last rogue human is found and dealt with, we realize that all of my children have my old ability. They’re all working on healing mine, though I have come to terms with its loss.
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