The Mission
By Rob Nagle, revised by Brantley
Chapter 3
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"Oon, it's
impossible!"
"I can't stand
her!"
"He's like a
child!"
"I can't take this
anymore!"
"I thought you were my
friend!"
"He's driving me
crazy!"
"I wanna kill 'im!"
"How could you do this to me!"
The head of Resident Aurean
Integration sat calmly at her desk, her uniform clad body leaning back in her
chair with her arms loosely folded under her breasts. The air of her cramped office
literally swarmed with angry Protectors. Xanthra stood behind Oon'ah, her
protective hands resting on her shoulders.
With Xanthra's help - which
she was finding to be invaluable - Oon'ah had implemented Colonel Kim
Vallara's order. The Aureans left on Binkley's World were paired with members of
the Velorian support force as a test to see if the Aureans could be permanently
assimilated with Binkleyan society.
They'd arranged the pairings
as carefully as they could -- not just matching gene types, but also taking
into account such things as vocation, education, training and recreational
interests. The Betans, and the Velorian civilian staff, seemed to be getting
along - at least the Betans were cooperating, and the Velorians were not
complaining.
That, unfortunately, was not
the case when it came to the Primes and the Protectors. It was quickly
becoming evident that the cream of both Supremis crops were not, to say the
least, blending well, and the Protectors were becoming increasingly upset over
the imposed arrangement.
"What?" an enraged
Kath'y demanded of Oon'ah, "You think you're some Skietra damned,
Velorian/Aurean maternity engine now?"
With the Binkleyans
critically observing their every move to see how this assimilation scheme of
the Velorians was going to work out, the Protectors had been firmly instructed
to not show adverse
tension -- especially in public. Being the thorough professions that they were,
these femmes had no difficulty in adding bravery to their normally prominent
fronts. The problem, however -- as usual, as always -- was the Primes. They knew the
Velorians were on the spot, knew exactly what that spot was, and so had taken
every turn, and opportunity, to bait them as only they knew how.
"I'm mad as Aurea!"
Protector L'yn declared to the placid features of Oon'ah's face. "And I'm
not gonna take it anymore!"
Being under orders, the
Protectors had been obliged to 'suck it up' for days - and then the Primes hit
upon another trick; they took to publicly challenging the Protectors'
sexuality.
That was really below the belt as far as the Protectors
were concerned. That A NY O N E should dare to question their competence in the one field of activity their
species had been specifically bred for was . . . it was . . . well, it was just
down right Aurean was
what it was!
"You wouldn't bul-ieve what he said to me," a tearfully
distraught Car'ol protested. "He said I couldn't fuck my way out of a
paper bag!"
Imagine a work-site of
laboring Aureans supervised by Binkleyans with Protector support. At any time, a
Prime would drop his load (as in: The item he happened to be carrying) turn to
the Protector of his assignment, make a lewd display of his package and shout,
"One taste of this, and you'd have to turn in your stupid Protector's
uniform!"
Imagine the Protector's
chagrin at not being
able to defend her birthright, not being able to fuck the son-of-a-bitch deaf, dumb and blind on the
spot, of having to . . . well, essentially -- eat the miscreant's challenge as she turned
to her observing Binkleyan supervisor, smiled brightly through a set of
perfectly white teeth gritted hard enough to bite through several inches of
Vendorian steel and softly murmured, "Isn't he cute."
Over a very short period of
time, the strategy had had a devastating effect. The Protectors were becoming
thoroughly demoralized, and -- worse -- the Binkleyans had begun to seriously
wonder whether the Velorians really were the vessels of gods.
"Killing them we can
handle," Protector Al'ice insisted, "but living with them . . . Oon'ah, it's just not fair!"
The atmosphere in the tiny
office eventually quieted. The Protectors seemed to have gotten what they'd
wanted to off of their chests -- substantial as that was, and as they were. The
air became still with most of them hovered in whatever attitude they happened
to be in when the shouting had finally stopped. All of them looked to Oon'ah;
waiting for her to speak, waiting for her to explain, to apologize, to make
things right.
At length, Oon'ah slowly rose
to her feet -- bumping her head against Mar'go's hip as she stood up.
"Oh, excuse me."
"Sorry."
She took a moment to
straighten her carriage, and smooth the skirt of her uniform over her upper
thighs. She looked at those she could comfortably see.
"You all have been fully
informed -- within the limits of security -- as to, not only the advisability
of this arrangement, but also of its necessity," she took care to inform
her Protector kin. "There are many ways of striking at an adversary.
Killing them is but one, and has been, up until now, the method we are most
acclimated to, and familiar with.
"The Theel'dara
Initiative, however, espouses a different approach: Convert your enemies with
love. It may have a different ring to it, and one that may be strange to us, or
that we may not particularly like to hear at first, but Ð killing them with
kindness is the new
order, and, as we are Protectors, we must see that order carried out in
full."
All present had listened to
what she'd had to say. A number of blonde heads silently nodded, indicating
that they had heard what she had had to say. Her words, however, hardly -
"Oh, can it,
Oon'ah!" Kath'y stated. "You've got us slugging it out with these
fucking Primes while you sit here with your cozy little Betan whore!"
An instant of violent
confusion followed.
Oon'ah flew over her desk at
Kath'y with her claws extended. She caught the sum of Kath'y's head in her
grasp, and drove her, bodily, through the far wall of her office into the
adjoining room. Xanthra would have immediately flown after them if she hadn't
felt the firm grip of a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked to see Mar'go
at her side. Her hold on her wouldn't have come close to stopping her, but it
did remind her that she was still, technically, a flightless Aurean.
"Don't, honey,"
Mar'go quietly advised her. "We don't want to see you get hurt."
Xanthra felt the Protector
squeeze her shoulder in a way that would have been sharply painful to a Beta
but, to her, was oddly soothing. She couldn't very well relate that her
intention would have been to stop Oon'ah's attack, not join her in the fray.
She was a Beta, she reminded herself as she slowly returned her full weight to
the floor, hoping that Mar'go wouldn't notice. She seriously wondered if the
Protector felt the decidedly non-Aurean tissue density in her shoulder.
"Take Ð that Ð
back!" Oon'ah screamed into Kath'y's face.
She was blind with fury over
the casual insult to her love. She'd not only put Kath'y on the floor, but into
it. She had her skull encased in the grip of her fingers, and was pressing her
thumbs into her eyes as hard as she could.
"TAKE IT BACK!"
The combined strength of
three Protectors was needed to separate them. Oon'ah put up a brief struggle as
they pulled her off of Kath'y, then submitted to the grip they had on her
waist, throat, and both of her arms. A pained, and disgraced, Kath'y got
herself up out of the floor. When she rose into the air she was a rumpled mess.
Her eyes were running, her nose was running and she was consumed with righteous
anger.
"You don't know what
it's like!" she spat at the authoress of her plight. "Being chained
to these assholes! The Binkleyans used to look up to us," she cried, not
caring a wit for how she looked, or sounded, "and now they call us 'Aurean
lovers'! They used to respect us, and now we're humiliated! Every -- day, we're humiliated!"
She left in tears. Everyone
watched debris fall from the hole in the ceiling where Kath'y had flown through
the roof to get out of the building. L'yn, Car'ol and Bea'trice relaxed their
hold on Oon'ah. Mar'go had remained with Xanthra, her firm hand still on her
shoulder. The other Protectors present just floated, and watched. Bea'trice,
group leader of Binkley's World's Protectors, positioned herself in front of
Oon'ah.
"Don't go after her,
Oon," she caringly warned. "She's right. We all feel the same way,
and it isn't -- right. We know you're under orders -- just as
we are, but somebody screwed up big on this."
Bea's words took the
remaining hostility out of Oon'ah. Car'ol, and L'yn, could feel her relax. They
released her. All of them were deeply conflicted. Car'ol took to absently
'fixing' the lay of Oon'ah's cape over her one shoulder. Finally, she just gave
her arm a reassuring stroke. Oon'ah took it all to heart as she bowed her head.
"It's affected you too,
Oon'ah," said Dor'thy from the interior of her office. "You've
changed since this whole thing started. You're different . . . and that
difference hasn't been all that pleasant."
L'yn took her in arms, and held her.
"We're your friends,
Oon'ah," she told her kindly.
Where were you when I was
being killed on Erin'dor?
flashed into Oon'ah troubled mind.
She banished the thought.
"And now you treat us
like we're enemies," L'yn went on.
Where were any of you!
She banished it!
"The Initiative
not-with-standing, Oon," Mad'elyn took care to counsel the director of
Aurean integration, "there are those on whom civility is wasted."
The Protectors left. Xanthra
used her tachyon vision to watch them depart. Some of them propelled themselves
by walking with their feet along the floor. Others flew through the air. All of
their red capes wafted majestically from their backs below their beautifully
blonde heads.
"I don't know what that
little Betan bitch thought she was going to do," said Mar'go in reflective
passing.
"Isn't she the one who
trashed those Primes last week?" asked Car'ol.
"There's conflicting
reports on that," said Bea.
"She certainly seemed
ready to take on a bunch of Protectors," said Mar'go. "I could swear
I felt a flight impulse when I touched her."
"May have just been an
emotional impulse," Dor'thy opined. "She seems to have quite an
attachment with Oon'ah."
All of them either knew of,
or had heard of, the 'attachment'. That may have settled the topic, but
Mar'go's keen, Velorian mind persisted in somber reflection.
"Something's not right
about that Aurean cunt," she ventured to say.
"You're being
redundant," L'yn noted dryly.
"As opposed to an Aurean
prick," Mar'go clarified.
"You're being redundant
again," said L'yn.
Xanthra smiled at what she'd
heard. She was pleased that the Protectors knew something of her love for
Oon'ah, but she was also troubled that they might be finding her out.
So what, was her most immediate thought, but
then, she had to think of the repercussions to - Pus . . .
Oon'ah was still standing in
the other room with her back to her. Her shoulders were straight, and square,
but her head was lowered. Watching her, Xanthra relished the thrill of an
unfamiliar tug at her heart, and rose over the desk to go where she was needed.
"Feet, Xa," Oon'ah
said without looking as Xanthra came to float beside her.
The word was a reminder for
Xanthra to keep her feet on the floor. She too was concerned that her love's
true abilities remain hidden.
"It's all right,"
Xanthra assured, but she stood herself on the floor anyway. "They're
leaving, and they're not looking back."
She regarded Oon'ah
critically. She did not like what she saw.
"I should return to the
facility," she quietly announced.
For the first time, Oon'ah
looked up at her.
"What?" she
wondered.
"I'm harming you,"
the Aurean stated in her blunt, succinct fashion. "I'm causing problems. I
should go back."
"No," Oon'ah countered
meekly, nervously shifting her position, "it has nothing to do with
you."
Xanthra hastened closer.
"That's not true, and
you know it," she said. "By your authority," she went on to
explain, "you've stuck them all with those butthead Primes while reserving
for yourself a harmless little Beta. They resent it, Pus, and they're
right."
Oon'ah paused to draw a
noticeable breath.
"Your powers place you
far beyond a Beta, Xa - "
"They - don't know that," Xanthra
stressed. "You're the only one who really knows anything about me,"
she said, and whoever else you might be telling what, she thought, but was most careful not
to say.
"Your assignment to me
was specifically ordered," Oon'ah reminded her.
"And who's to say that
you didn't arrange
that?" Xanthra countered. "We were brought together by higher-ups,
yes, but that doesn't invalidate how the others feel."
She was right, and Oon'ah knew
it. The Protectors had every reason to resent the pairings she'd imposed on
them. The overall situation also merited ample suspicion that she had known,
beforehand, how poorly the arrangements would turn out, and had used her
authority to inure herself from the strife by deliberately pairing herself with
a lowly Beta.
True; she'd only followed
Kim'Vallara's orders, but, as Bea'trice had said, someone had screwed up big.
On top of enduring the greatly diminished regard of the Binkleyans, the
Protectors were losing face on a daily basis, and the Primes were having a
field day.
Depressed over the
consequences of her action, and at a loss for a quick solution, Oon'ah hung her
head to wonder.
"We matched them as
perfectly as we could," she sighed.
Herself dispirited, Xanthra
turned, and wandered off.
"Yeah, well . . . maybe
it was a little too perfect," she remarked offhandedly.
"'Perfect' . . . ,"
Oon'ah echoed . . . wondering.
A glimmer appeared in her
mind's eye. Oon'ah could barely see it, but she began to reach for it.
"Too . . . perfect . . . "
Xanthra began to see the
glimmer Oon'ah had her mental sites on. She looked back at her. Oon'ah met her
gaze.
"Are we stupid, or
what?" Xanthra slowly asked.
"'Perfect'," said
Oon'ah as their glimmer brightened, "but - opposite."
The light suddenly went on
for both of them.
"We matched the warriors
of opposing factions!" concluded Xanthra.
"And then expected them
to get on famously!" Oon'ah added.
"Hoooooohhhh!"
sighed Xanthra as she let herself fall back in the air. She lay splattered, and
limp, with her head lolled back. "Crap."
"Pause for regret,"
droned Oon'ah.
"Check," Xanthra
droned back.
"Self
recrimination."
"Check."
"We're a couple of dumb
bitches."
"Check."
"Get over it."
Xanthra rolled onto her side
toward Oon'ah, and propped her head up on a hand.
"Check."
Oon'ah took to the air to be
with her.
"Okay," said
Xanthra, facing her love as she arrived to hover over her, "what we did
was wrong. Now - how do we make it right?"
They hovered close to one
another, but were careful not to touch. In time, the gaze of each lost focus on
the other. The Aurean, and the Velorian, were discovering a shared state of
being -- a merging -- a transcendence, which neither of them knew had existed.
A near, and calm, proximity with each other seemed to be all that was required
to initiate the state.
In time, for each, would pass
the self, and then perception, then, finally, awareness, too, would pass.
Therein, they were finding, lay the answers to their questions. Selfless
commune solved any problem. They could so remain indefinitely as they searched
out solutions together. Solutions which, once uncovered, would show themselves
as being conclusive, above reproach and beyond debate.
Oon'ah's vision cleared to
see Xanthra looking at her.
The Aurean smiled.
"The answer,"
Oon'ah quietly declared, "is looking us both right in the face."
* * *
"Shad'rah reporting to
reclaim Ed," the young Protector stated to announce herself along with her
intended business.
Shad'rah had presented
herself at the Aurean internment facility upon returning from space duty where
she'd performed a long, boring and tedious maintenance upgrade on Binkley's
World's space probes.
"'Ed'," the old
Binkleyan gate keeper of the facility replied to her in the manner of a
question.
She was the youngest of
the Auxiliary Protectors. The reclaiming of Binkley's World had been her first
assignment upon her completing training on Erin'dor. She was barely eighteen,
and full of fire, and enthusiasm -- which her Aurean Prime assignee had done
much to dampen recently.
"Ediphus," Shad'rah
clarified.
He was a Destroyer, which
meant that he was a member of the strongest and most powerful sub-breed of
the Aurean/Supremis species.
"'Ediphus'," the
gate keeper carefully reiterated for his own benefit, and then he added,
"Wrecks."
Everyone called him Ed. He'd
been in the top echelon of the Aurean ruling hierarchy of Binkley's World, and
was the highest ranking Aurean to survive its reclaiming. At just over two hundred
years old, he was the most experienced, and most deadly, Prime not only on the
planet, but for several systems around.
"Yes," Shad'rah
said with palpable fatigue. "Ediphus Wrecks."
Oon'ah, and Xanthra, had
paired him with Shad'rah. Aside from their being a compatible match, they
figuring that her youthful innocence would inure her from Ed's hardened
experience, and also help defuse his preening arrogance.
"How'd you get stuck
with him?" the
gate keeper asked her.
They couldn't've been more
wrong.
"Just my luck, I
guess," said Shad'rah with a lightness to her tone that surprised her.
Protectors on space duty had
been given leave to 'park' their Primes at the internment facility while they
were gone (a stipulation of the integration policy which had resulted in a
sudden flood of requisitions from Protectors for space duty).
Shad'rah had been gone for
several days, and had left before the Primes had come up with their latest, and
greatest, tactic for baiting the Protectors. Since she'd gone directly to the
facility upon her return -- without first stopping off at the barracks for a
few moments of relaxation where she most certainly would have gotten an
ear-full -- there hadn't been an opportunity to bring her up to date on what
was going on.
"Ah, my Velorian cunt
has returned," Ed greeted Shad'rah with a carefully calculated smile.
Shad'rah could only sigh with
resignation.
"I am more than just a
cunt," the youth sought to remind him.
"Please, excuse
me," said Ed, "I was merely referring to the -- least of your many questionable
attributes."
"Excuse me?" was
Shad'rah's notably befuddled reply.
"You have the saddest of
excuses for a pussy," Ed went on to say with transparent casualness.
"I am shamed by every moment I have to spend in your inadequate
company."
"Uh . . . ," was,
unfortunately, the most that a thoroughly stunned Shad'rah could manage at the
moment.
"Your hole is best
suited for message capsules," Ed continued. "You couldn't gratify a
Frail if your life depended on it."
"Now wait," said
Shad'rah politely, finally finding her voice. "Jus' . . . hold on here a
second."
She paused a moment to devote
her young mind to what appeared to be taking place, then she focused her
curious attention, once more, on Ed.
"Are you saying that I'm
not a good lay?" she wished to know.
"That depends upon how .
. . loosely Ð you
care to use the term 'good'," the Destroyer Prime replied.
"You're say I'm not a
good lay, aren't you?" Shad'rah wished to specify.
Ed took care to lean in close
to her.
"Let me put it to you
this way, childÑ"
"I'm not a child."
"In but a single night,
I could have you eating out of the palm of my hand," Ed intoned in an
irresistibly seductive, masculine purr.
Shad'rah frowned as she
looked up at the massive Prime. She took a moment to fold her arms under her
perfect breasts, then cocked her head at a defiant angle.
"It would take you a
whole night?" she said an instant before it occurred to her, No, that
was not the
right thing to say.
"I was merely being kind
enough to give your laughably limited abilities the benefit of overwhelming
doubt," Ed replied. "It would probably take no more than a few, short
seconds to make you submit to me."
"That sounds like a
serious challenge," the old gate keeper interjected.
"No," a very
obviously divided Shad'rah attempted to assure, "he's just trying to be
funny."
"Perhaps the Aurean scum
has a point," said an observing Binkleyan.
Shad'rah turned a glance to
him, her uncertainty unmasked.
"I must say,"
commented another observing Binkleyan, "I've never seen a Protector tolerate such
insults."
"Sex is supposed to be
the one thing they're really good at," opined yet another.
"I'll give you an entire
night," Ed went on, straightening himself once more to look down on the
girl, "to show me the full range of your pathetic talents."
"Now that is a challenge," the gate keeper said
to the group that was gathering. "I'm sure of it."
"If I were her,"
said an old Binkleyan woman, "I'd show 'im what-for, you can bet!"
"Look at her," a
Binkleyan man observed, "she hesitates."
"Why doesn't she accept
the challenge?" wondered another.
"If you're a
Velorian," added yet another, "prove it."
Shad'rah heard the voices of
doubt sounding all around her. Ed was a huge, superbly sculpted mountain of man
muscle with more than two centuries of harsh, Aurean life in him. She was a mere
girl, barely out of training.
"A night," the
Aurean said close to her ear, "but, more than likely - a moment."
Young Shad'rah felt the call
of blood. Her proud, and . . . well, not so proud - heritage was being seriously called into question.
Was she not a Supremis? A Velorian? Was she not a Protector? A woman? She was,
indeed, all of these. She could not tolerate such a challenge to her race to
stand. She could not allow it to go unanswered.
Shad'rah looked up at the
monster Prime regarding her with contemptuous aplomb. How dare he look at a Velorian Protector like
that!
"You're on, stubby,"
she stated.
Shad'rah's response struck
the group of Binkleyans around them like an electric shock. All of them, at
once, began chattering excitedly among themselves. The old Aurean's challenge
had been met by the young Velorian, and that challenge had been accepted.
Shad'rah felt a rush of
glowing pride swell within her youthful breast as she looked up at Ed. Ed's
eyebrows lowered over his narrowed eyes as he regarded Shad'rah.
"Don't call me
'stubby,'" he said.
His words were yet another
cause for animated discussion among the Binkleyans surrounding them. Shad'rah
raised her chin defiantly as she regarded Ed. She knew that her Protector
kindred would be proud of her.
* * *
"Shaddie!"
Protector Cass'andra declared. "How could you be so stupid!"
Shad'rah sat dejectedly in
the Protectors' barracks, her Protector kindred hovering tightly all around
her. She felt singularly isolated, and alone, amid their company.
"Lighten up on her,
Cass," said Mon'ique, "she's just a kid."
She'd hardly been able to
wait to them of what had transpired between her, and Ed, and of how admirably
she had conducted herself in front of an observing crowd of Binkleyans, and
other Aureans.
"A kid who's gotten us
into one Aurea of a mess," Bea'trice noted.
Their response was turning
out to be not at all what she'd expected. She wished now that she had waited to
tell them -- to the point of not telling them at all.
"This doesn't concern
you," Shad'rah asserted, taking her first taste of the bitter fruit known
as 'damage containment'. "It's between me, and Ed."
"No, Shad'rah,"
Mon'ique told her with a comforting hand on the girl's knee, "it concerns
all of us."
Ba'be's head appeared in
front of Shad'rah up-side-down from where she floated above. Her cascade of
golden waves brushed across the young girl's thighs.
"A challenge to one
Protector is a challenge to all," she told her.
"And this challenge she's taken on for all of
us," Tra'cy added.
"Thank you very
much," said L'yn.
Her head was now floating in
front of Shad'rah beside Ba'be's.
"I am stronger than he is," Shad'rah
strove to point out to L'yn in her own defense. "I mean, I'm a fully
empowered Protector, and he's just a stupid, old Prime."
"He's a smart, old Prime," Car'ol qualified.
"Don't underestimate
him," Mad'elyn warned.
"Especially someone like
Ed," Pat'ricia added. "He didn't get to be past two hundred by being
dumb."
Ba'be took Shad'rah's hands
into her own.
"Forget about us for a
moment, kid," she said.
She flipped herself to sit in
the air in front of Shad'rah.
"You know what's been
going on with their baiting us since this whole pairing thing got
started," she took care to explain to the girl. "You weren't around
at the time, but challenging us sexually is their newest angle. Bottom line: Ed
laid a trap for you, and you stepped into it."
"And you've taken all of us with you," Cha'rise took care
to point out.
"She's already been made
well aware of that, Cha," Ba'be warned a moment before she specifically
looked at Cha'rise. "That kind of thinking is not going to get us through
this, okay?"
Cha'rise regarded her sister
Protector. She grimly set her jaw, and nodded agreement to what Ba'be had said.
Satisfied, Ba'be looked back at Shad'rah, and smiled.
"Now," she said
with a firm pat to the young Protector's firm thigh, "you got yerself one
hot date."
Shad'rah sat herself up tall,
and proud, with her beautiful breasts thrust out.
"I can take 'im,"
she stated with all the naive bravado of youth.
Ba'be's smile widened
slightly. There was kindness, and understanding, in her arresting, blue eyes.
She raised her hand to let her knuckles lightly brush against one of Shad'rah's
pert, little nipples one . . . by one . . . by one . . . by one.
Shad'rah knew that Ba'be was
testing her -- deliberately offering provocation to probe the limit of her will
to resist. Her first knuckle's feather-like brush sent a thunderbolt of
pleasure surging throughout Shad'rah's young, and eager, body. The second knuckle
elicited a shockwave of delirious sexation racing through her mind. As Ba'be's
third knuckle attacked her, Shad'rah shuddered visibly. With the fourth
knuckle, she went pale, and sighed.
The barracks was quickly
flooded with the honey, and wildflowerd, scent of the youth's raging
pheromones. With four mere touches she'd become uncontrollably aroused.
Ba'be paused to allow the
girl time to regain her composure. Shad'rah knew that she had failed the test.
Her sense of shame burned deep. She lowered her head as she demurely crossed
her legs, and squeezed. She was ashamed of herself to have failed such a simple
test in front of everyone. She was shamed that her body had not obeyed her.
Shamed that she had surrendered so easily.
Ba'be cupped her hand to the
side of Shad'rah's face, and raised it up to see the young girl's suffering.
Her fingers touched behind her ear. Her thumb caressed her cheek.
"Yeah," she said
softly, knowingly, "you can take 'im, all right."
Having made her point,
Ba'be's hand caressed its way away from her as she floated upward.
"I can!" Shad'rah
insisted defiantly at Ba'be's ascending form.
The Protectors had known all
along that the Primes would eventually find a weak link among them with their
relentless baiting. Shad'rah's youth had finally provided them with one. Now,
with a showdown ahead of them, they pulled together to make that link strong.
"Control,
Shad'rah," Mon'ique said to her. She hovered close, clutching the girl's
knee in earnest. "That's what it's all about here."
"You're physically
stronger than Ed is, yes," Bea'trice readily granted, "you could kill
'im with one hand tied behind your back, but," she qualified, "this
isn't a physical contest."
"Then just what is sex with an Aurean, I'd like to
know?" Fa'un inquired rhetorically.
"All right," Bea
conceded with fatigue, "not that kind of physical contest."
There were smiles all around,
and even some titters. Their atmosphere was easing. All of them were glad for
it.
As Bea, and Mon'ique,
continued to instruct Shad'rah on the differences between Aureans, and
Velorians, Char'lene placed herself in front of Hea'ther.
"What other kind of
physical contest is
there?" she asked in the manner of a playful challenge. "I'd like to
know," she added in hopes of starting something.
Hea'ther met Char's
smoldering gaze full on with her own long dormant heat. The Theel'dara
Initiative had been a new, and untried, tactic for Velor -- essentially
involving the commitment a battalion of Protectors to a single world instead of
just one.
A bureaucratic oversight
during the planning stage to reclaim Binkley's World had neglected to include
any Messengers for the Protectors assigned to the operation. That omission -
coupled with a strict ban on co-mingling with the locals -- had left the
Protectors high, and dry, as it were.
With the reclaiming
accomplished, and the recovery phase well under way, all of them were 'high',
and now, Hea'ther, and Char'lene, were more than ready to do something about
the 'dry' part.
A glorious, blonde body,
however, floated between the two as their lips were about to meet.
"Focus girls," said
a dutiful Brit'a, who was the owner of the gorgeous, though intruding, form.
She, along with the others, was concerned about preparing Shad'rah. "We
need to focus here."
"We - were . . . focused," Char'lene said for
the record through gritted teeth.
As if to punctuate her
statement, Char'lene extended her tongue, and licked the breadth of Brit'a's
strategically poised belly. Hea'ther, for her own part, bit her on the ass.
Brit'a yelped, recoiling from
Hea'ther's assault - which drove her muff against Char's nose. Char'lene
retaliated with a strategically placed fart-noise. Recoiling again, Brit'a's
rump was brought to face the wrath of Hea'ther once more.
The stalwart Brit'a was
quickly reduced to squealing, and wriggling, in helpless delight. Having only
sought to impose order, she now found herself in a gauntlet. Mar'go finally
flew up, and pulled her free.
"Who asked you!" a
most attractively rumpled Brit'a truculently demanded of her rescuer.
Mar'go took no challenge at
this, save to prick an eyebrow.
"Focus?" she
reminded her sister Protector with quiet authority.
The frown on Brit'a's lovely
brow changed from anger to confusion as her hand firmly wiped away the leavings
of Char'lene's wonderful tongue.
"I was . . . focused . .
. ," she asserted, albeit defensively. There seemed to be so much of Char
to wipe away . . . , "wasn't I?"
Mar'go's visage softened.
"You're beautiful when
you're stupid," she sighed.
Shad'rah's release of
pheromones was having an effect on all of them. Among others who were quietly
releasing their own erotic scents, Brit'a now added her two cents as she continued her efforts
to clean herself - how had Char'lene gotten her so wet?
"How many lovers have
you had, Shaddie?" Mon'ique asked her.
Shad'rah was noticeably taken
aback by the posing of such a question. She frowned, and then her gorgeous
breasts shot out as she sat up straight.
"That's none of your business,"
she asserted firmly.
"Can you count
them?" Mon'ique qualified.
"Of course, I can,"
the youth forthrightly stated. She righted her posture more, adding to the
already incomparable height, and prominence, of her overabundant chest. "I
remember every one of them."
"There, you see?"
Bea'trice countered. "If a Velorian woman can count her lovers, she hasn't
had nearly enough."
"At least not enough to
have the experience to up against someone like Ed," L'yn added, hovering
close by.
The topic gave Tra'cy an
idea. She turned to Can'dice, quickly enveloping the two of them in an
invisible cloud of honey, and wildflowers.
"How would you . . .
," she inquired in a deceptively light tone as she traced her fingers over
Candy's shoulder, and down the length of her arm, "like to be my number
sixteen thousand, nine-hundred and eight-seven?"
Can'dice shivered from thrill
at the tactile sensation Tra'cy's touch was so experienced at eliciting. She
smiled shyly, then added her own pheromones to the heady mix of their honey,
and wildflowers, cocktail.
"What was that number
again?" she asked, her fingertips lightly gliding along Tra'cy's flanks.
Tra'cy clutched Can'dy's
shoulders as she drew her closer - just to make sure that her sister Velorian
could hear her. Her full lips playing against the surface of Can'dy's cheek.
Can'dy stole a kiss. Their halting exhalations warmed each others' skin.
"Sixteen - "
"Thousand . . . "
"Nine - "
"Hundred . . . "
And . . . eighty . . . "
" . . . seven."
Tra'cy barely touched her
lips to Can'dy's ear. Her tongue lightly traced along its edge.
"I don't know,"
said Can'dy doubtfully.
Their exploring hands became
firmer . . . bolder . . .
"You're almost a
virgin."
"Sex, to an Aurean,"
Mon'ique instructed Shad'rah, "is just another means of conquest. It's a
way of gaining control, which is the direct opposite of a Vel's nature."
"Which is release," Ba'be intoned luxuriously,
lounging lazily in the air above them. "Wonnnd-er-ous release!"
Several of the Protectors in
the barracks needed to moisten their lips as they observed Ba'be in the process
of moistening her
lips. Ba'be was the worst one for instigating spontaneous sex among them -
which meant, of course, that she was the best.
"We have a situation do
deal with here," Car'ol pointedly pointed out to Ba'be's beautifully
displayed behind, "so we could use a little - control - right now."
"I'm practicing
control," Ba'be protested, turning in the air to display an appropriate
pout.
Less than a moment after
she'd spoken, however, her smooth, taut belly spasmed nicely.
"I . . . meant to do
that," she thought it best to add.
"Doesn't it seem warm in
here?" Shad'rah wondered openly, fanning herself with her hands.
Mon'ique gently caught
Shad'rah's hands to stay their fluttering motion.
"Shaddie," she
called to the girl.
Shad'rah's deep blue eyes
fastened on Mon'ique. The older Protector could see beads of sweat forming on
the young girl's brow. She smiled.
"I need you to pay
attention here," her soft voice coaxed.
Shad'rah nodded through an
intensifying mental fog of sensual urgings. Wafts of erotic heat could be seen
rising from her skin.
"Sex with an Aurean is
like nothing you have ever experienced before," Mon'ique informed her.
"Hah . . . ,"
sighed Pat'ricia as an aside to herself. "This is going to be a boring
topic of discussion."
"What?" Mar'tha
asked her. "Talking about sex?"
"Well, y'know,"
Pat'ti replied, "all talk and no do, as they say."
"Sounds like someone
could use a Messenger," Mar'tha noted.
"Ab-use would be more like it," Pat'
groused irritably. "The way I feel right now, he'd never survive -- even with my little gold choker."
"I know how you
feel," said Mar'tha.
Pat'ti gave Mar'tha a
questioning look.
"No you don't," she
stated.
Mar'tha gave Pat'ti a knowing
look.
"Yes, I do," she
stated.
Pat'ti turned to face Mar'tha
squarely, and rested her open hands on her strong, womanly hips.
"Alright, Ms.
Smart-mouth, know-it-all," she formally requested, "how do I
feel?"
With nothing more, or less,
Mar'tha took Pat'ti in her arms, and held her specially close.
"You feel good,"
she whispered.
"When an Aurean enters
you, Shaddie," Mon'ique instructed the youth with care, "he enters
you."
A wide eyed Shad'rah hung on
every one of Mon'ique's descriptive words. The aroused glow from her genitals
was growing steadily brighter. The inner thighs of her crossed legs were
glowing red with the heat of effort she was squeezing so hard to stifle
herself, but the flexion of the muscles near her groin only added to an exquisite
ache that was slowly driving her mad.
She sat on her hands to keep
them from becoming happily occupied. Her swollen breasts were slowly turning
red with pent up sexual heat. Her entire body had acquired a rich sheen,
positively glowing with life, vitality and lust. Sweat vapor rose from her
shoulders, and through her dampening hair.
"Enters me . . . ,"
the transfixed girl exhaled.
"It is, very literally,
an invasion," Mon'ique continued.
She pausing to moisten her
lips. She could feel the youth's heat -- smell her potent fragrance. Her hands
slowly stroked Shad'rah's burning thighs.
"They don't merely
invade your . . . incredible body," she went on, "but they also
invade your mind - and your soul too. They also invade your soul, don't
forget."
From above, Ba'be's
experienced release of pheromones vied with the exuberant rush of Shad'rah's
own. Each breath the young girl took only made her besotted mind more singly
focused on what was fast becoming a tearing, primitive need. Her exhalations
left her in arrested pants, fully anticipating the next, heady inhalation. The
air in the barracks became thick with Supremis musk, making it difficult for
any of the Protectors to think clearly.
"Whew!" said
Cha'rise, fanning herself with a magazine, "it -- is -= getting warm in here."
"Can't take the
heat?" asked Bea'trice.
She'd left Shad'rah's
instruction to Mon'ique - who was better at that sort of thing anyway.
Cha'rise paused her fanning
to look at Bea's floating, heavenly body. She took a leisurely moment to decide
if she liked the comment or not, and also to take in the visual sum of Bea's
naked, frontal beauty. After noting that the look on Bea's face was about as
innocent as . . . well, about as innocent as a Velorian, she decided that she
didn't like the remark, but she also decided to keep her side of their
exchanges civil - for the moment.
"I didn't say
that," she tactfully replied.
Bea drifted closer to
Cha'rise.
"But I did," she
flatly stated.
Aureans baiting her was one
thing, Cha'rise knew, but another Protector? - and a very warm one at that. She
needed to resume fanning herself.
"I can take any heat
you've got, and then some," she retorted, then she added,
"Iceberg," just for the Aurea of it.
Bea'trice felt her heat
rising as she took this in. She liked it. Still, for the sake of appearances,
she replied, "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, really,"
Cha'rise immediately shot back.
Bea had a hard time stifling
an admiring smile as she floated even closer to the haughty, glowering
Cha'rise. She wanted nothing more than to wipe that proud look off her sister
Protector's face, and she wasn't thinking of using a rag to do it with either,
but she decided to keep her side of their exchanges civil -- for the moment at
any rate. She raised a finger to collect a droplet of sweat that hung
precariously from the tip of Cha's nose.
"Well," she said,
displaying the drop as though it were a trophy, "I'm not the one going
around dripping all over the place now," she placed the finger in her
mouth, and sucked it dry, her full lips making a distinct kissing sound as she
extracted the tip, "am I?"
Cha's elevated breathing
belied the fact that Bea's attitude was having the exact effect that both of
them wanted. Still, for the sake of appearances, she replied, "You think
you're hot?"
"I know I'm hot,"
Bea'trice immediately shot back.
Their smoldering looks dared
each other to make the first grope -- cop the first feel. Cha'rise considered
it to her advantage that Bea had already blown her a kiss.
"I could sex you half
way into the next millennium."
"I could suck your insides out."
Their eyes ravished one other
with naked greed. Both of them fought to keep their hands away.
"Okay, Tuff-twat,"
Bea'trice challenged, "show me what ya got."
"Once its in you - then
it starts," Monique told Shad'rah.
She'd mounted Shad'rah's
upraised knee to demonstrate.
"It's the beginning of
the end," she continued. "It starts with the initial . . . thrust - no, don't move your knee."
"Oh, sorry."
"No, it's all right, just
- keep it still . . . where was I?"
"Thrusting."
"Oh - YES! - I mean . . . yes. The initial . . . thrust . . . that's where it begins."
"You missed another
spot," said Mar'go, solicitously applying a firm, caressing hand to the
enticing curve at the base of Brit'a's spine.
She herself had become
involved in her sister Velorian's cleaning. They were obliged, after all, to
look after each other's welfare, and there were so many areas Brit'a couldn't readily see . . .
"Char'lie, you slobbered
all over me!" Brit'a pouted to complain as she discovered yet another area
of her flawless anatomy that begged -- that is, required attention.
Char'lene just smiled as she
continued watching the pair. Hea'ther sat behind her in the air, ably massaging
the tension from Char's lower back, and hips.
"I think she got some on
me too," Mar'go commented, almost as if it were in passing.
"Really?" a
suddenly wide-eyed Brit'a exclaimed. "Where?"
"I'm not sure,"
Mar'go said with hopeful hesitation.
She turned her back to
Brit'a, and drew her flaxen mane of blonde waves away from her bare shoulder.
"Would you mind taking a
look?" she asked as an expectant invitation full of breath.
"Oo, yes," said
Brit'a, her attentive eyes creating a spot for her mind to see, "there it
is."
She applied a hand. Mar'go
thrilled at the touch. Char'lene's smile widened as her strong hands worked
imaginary kinks from Hea'ther's calf, and foot.
"The light's not very
good in here," Brit'a noted. Her hand slowly stroked the endless length of
Mar'go's back. "I'll have to go by touch."
"Oh, Skietra, yes!"
Mar'go exclaimed an instant before she corrected herself to say, "I mean .
. . of course."
"Hey Char," L'yn
cracked, "care to bring that wet tongue of yours over here?"
She sat in the air with her
elbows resting on her upraised knees.
"You're filthy enough without the slobber," Dor'thy told her from
behind.
She reached around under
L'yn's arms to lightly clutch her breasts. L'yn released a sigh, along with a
gush of pheromones as her toes curled. Dor'thy pressed their bodies together as
she held L'yn. She put her face in L'yn's hair, and breathed deep of her heady
scent.
"Oh, you're such a
pig!" she exhaled in mock disgust.
L'yn let her head loll back
as she arched her spine.
"Oink-oink," she
could barely breathe.
Dor'thy's fingers tightened.
Her moistened lips traced the length of L'yn's throat - making it all the
harder for L'yn to breathe.
"And it grows in
you," Mon'ique instructed the attentive Shad'rah as she continued to . . .
demonstrate. "It gets bigger . . . and bigger! You think it will - want it to -- rip you apart . . . split you in two!"
Cha'rise, and Bea'trice, had
placed themselves a distance from each other. The two super femmes faced off
like a pair of gunslingers in an old western style shootout -- only what they
were slinging was a lot more powerful than guns.
"Gimme yer best
shot," Bea'trice challenged.
Cha'rise eyed her target,
then set her focus.
Up yer snatch, she vowed.
She gathered her energies,
then launched a wave of honey, and wildflowers scent at Bea that was powerful
enough to stop a stampeding herd of wild, raging bull elephants dead in its
tracks.
"With every . . .
forward . . . thrust, Shad'rah," an increasingly distracted Mon'ique
instructed, "it bores . . . deeper . . . and - oh so much deeper . . .
into your . . . depths
- I mean . . . the depths of your . . . mind."
Shell'y sighed, and turned
away from the scene - a hand clutched to her groin in a doomed effort to quell
the fire that raged within - to ease the aching emptiness she felt. Fa'un noted
how her sister Protector looked most unhappy, and deeply troubled.
"All this talk about sex
is making me so lonely," Shell'y admitted sadly.
"Don't be," Fa'un
bravely counseled, though she was, herself, unhappy . . . and sad. "Maybe
we can be lonely together," she offered.
She caressed her hands down
the length of Shell'y's proud torso. Her grip came to nest in the enticing
recess just above her pelvis.
"I've always admired
your waist," she confided to her.
Shell'y smiled through her
sorrowful mood. Her eyes played on the glory of Fa'un's chest.
"I envy your
breasts," she confided
of her own.
Her warm hands came to touch
. . . to cup . . . to gently squeeze.
"They're always so big,
and perky," she studiously observed.
Fa'un was fully conscious of
her splendor. She made no effort to conceal her heat as her breasts began to
glow. Within seconds, her nipples were fiery red.
"They're just orgone
depositories," she said in all false modesty.
Shell'y tightened her grip as
she felt Fa'un's chest expand. Both of their looks were hungry enough to eat
each other alive. Fa'un liked the way she burned, and Shell'y liked to make her
burn.
"Fuck your clinical
assessment," Shell'y dared to challenge.
"Oo," Fa'un chided
her naughty sister. "Such language!"
Shell'y raised a knee,
offering Fa'un a seat for her brightly glowing folds.
"What?" she queried
- just to be sure that the two of them were referring to the same language.
"'Fuck'?"
Fa'un accepted Shell'y's
offering, but not too eagerly she hoped. Shell'y was surprised - and not at all
displeased - to discover how slick, and hot, Fa'un was.
"Mm, yes," Fa'un
breathed in agreement. Her belly tightened to slide her pussy forward.
"Fuck."
She raised her own knee
between Shell'y's legs to reciprocate her sister's thoughtfulness. Shell'y's
pelvis bucked the instant Fa'un's knee touched her.
"Fuck . . . ,"
Shell'y whispered to accompany her starved body's naughty language.
" . . . fuck,"
Fa'un whispered back, her inflamed pelvis bucking in return.
Shell'y would have announced
her second pelvic thrust, but her lips were met by Fa'un's in soft embraced.
"It - pounds away . . . at your . . . will," Mon'ique bravely soldiered on,
grinding her flowing blonde perfection against Shad'rah's knee with increasing
force. "It - rips
into your . . . resolve
-- tears down . . .
your . . . resistance!"
It took every once of Bea's
will power to resist the crushing urge to masturbate herself into a Supremis
coma on the spot, so strong had been the volley of pheromones Cha'rise had
thrown at her. She righted her attitude in the air from having been blown over
by the wave to see Cha looking at her with a look so smug it made her furious.
She shook off as much of her sexual stupor as she quickly could, then sent a
return volley of pheromones at Cha that would have brought the male population
of a large city worshiping at her feet.
"It takes . . . possession of you," Mon'ique declared,
"comes to - own
you . . . reducing you to a . . . mindless . . . drooling zombie of . . . consuming . . . insatiable . . . need!"
"Your aim is off,
Wilhelmina Tell," Car'ol noted as a drop of Ba'be's loving welcome crashed
against the upward swell of her arousal engorged breast.
"Oo," Ba'be offered
in all knowing innocence. "Did I do that?"
It was a well known fact that
Ba'be was a peerless markswoman when it came to the placing of her intimate
secretions. She could hit the tip of a clit from an elevated height of more
than fifty feet -- with
the wind against her.
The two of them watched as
the drop coursed a trail toward Car'ol's nipple. Her breast, however, was
throwing off so much heat that the poor drop turned to pungent vapor long
before it could reach the swollen bulb of her aureole.
Car'ol hastened to suck the
vapor into her nose lest a single waft be lost. She shuddered visibly from the
thrill of Ba'be's intoxicating odor. It made her already fevered brain spin
with wild, and daring, thoughts. She rose to meet Ba'be, only partially
recovered, and confronted her with but one of those wild, and daring, thoughts.
"You - are a bad Protector," she confided to accuse.
She played her super heated
nipples against Ba'be's own nipples that could have easily torn through steel!
She gathered Ba'be's hips into her grasp, her hands roughly caressing their way
over the twin swells of Ba'be's incomparable buttocks.
"I'm going to have to
spank you," she said as her nails dug in.
Ba'be's face hardened as her
mind entertained the prospect of humiliation. If that's the way Car'ol wanted
her, then she was going to have a fight on her hands. An Aurea of a fight! She
was a Velorian Protector, after all - one of a very select breed - and there was but one way
- and only one way - that she would ever submit to such a gross indignity.
"Make me beg," she
snarled.
Kath'y bodily exhumed
Cha'rise from the wall Bea's pheromone assault had buried her in. The stricken
Protector was whimpering pathetically as she vainly stoked herself - laboring
for the orgasm that was, strangely, just beyond her reach. Kath'y cradled the
devastated Cha in her arms, then looked askance at Bea'trice where she stood
triumphantly in the air with her fists solidly planted on her solid hips.
"Looks like we have a
winner," Kath'y noted with a wry smile.
Bea's stern expression didn't
change, but she did cup a hand to her glowing crotch to give her own super
heated genitals a firm, upward thrust.
"Damned straight!"
she decreed.
"And finally," Mon'ique proclaimed, breathless
on the very precipice of ecstasy, "it . . . conquers you!"
A bolt of brilliant, emerald
green lightning suddenly arced between her nipples. At the exact same moment,
Shad'rah's nipples arced. The separate bolts of orgone merged - joining them in
the most ecstatic way.
Shad'rah could bear no more.
With a husky bark, she leapt on Mon'ique. A third bolt of orgone joined them
sexually. Already past the point of no return, the three way exchange of energy
drove Shad'rah ever deeper into the abyss of mindless lust. She clung to
Mon'ique, feeling her energy - sharing in it. She clutched her - groped her
everywhere her fluttering hands could reach, her ravenous mouth seeking to
devour her whole with burning kisses!
The two of them would be
consumed in flames of passion - shattered by the countless orgasms they would
share - destroyed to be born again in each others' arms, eager for the next
annihilation! They would sex each other to exhaustion -- to extinction -- to death,
and back again! The flow of orgone would rejuvenate them, even as it drained
them. Only through each other could their monstrous appetites be satisfied --
their pussies sore, but happy! Together for eternal moments, but together!
For moments!
Together . . .
. . . moments . . .
Shad'rah's brain surrendered
its delirium as she came to see Mon'ique. Her lover -- her other -- was
regarding her with a strange, unsettling calm. It was a calm that was so at
odds with her Supremis body's unmistakable language -- a language that heralded
unbridled, Velorian desire! -- a body that could grant any wish -- fulfill any
promise.
It made her wonder as to
Mon'ique's calm. Weren't they sharing orgone only a moment ago, she asked
herself? Surely that was the last sign of accepting a lover for a mutually
pleasant time of union. Maybe she'd offended Mon'ique in some innocent way.
Shad'rah neared to kiss away
whatever the hurt might be - to beg forgiveness -- kiss away the personality
she saw as well as to jettison her own again -- wanting to merge -- so longing
to be merged! Before their lips could touch, however, she stopped, knowing that
her loving mouth would be met with the insurmountable barrier of indifference.
Shad'rah quickly looked about
herself, and saw the other Protectors in the room. All of them were looking at
her in that same unsettling mood of calm. It surprised Shad'rah to see them so
still -- to see that all the playful activity in the barracks had so suddenly
ceased. Their demeanor was so at odds with what she saw. Every groin, and every
breast, glowed intensely with the fire of fevered readiness - threatening to
explode at any second in a supernova of Supremis sexual athletics! . . . but
calm.
In spite of the erotic
evidence she saw, in spite of the heat that was causing paint to bubble on the
walls, in spite of the pheromones that fairly dripped from the air, everywhere
that Shad'rah saw was calm. Even Cha'rise, who only moments ago was weeping
from the pit of demeaning, shameless lust . . . regarded her with calm - her
eyes so clear - her cheeks still wet with tears.
Kath'y stood beside her, the
two of them arm in arm. They could see that Shad'rah was watching them. They
looked away so that their visual sites could guide their bodies subtle
movements. Shad'rah saw their closest breasts approach one another -- their
glow so bright, their heat so great!
She saw their swollen masses
press together -- their glow intensify to blinding radiance! Her young mind
fully expected to see Cha'rise, and Kath'y, attack each other -- sex each other
- kill each other in erotic frenzy! The air around them suddenly went green as
a single bolt of orgone joined their closest nipples. Shad'rah saw the arc, and
knew that the sharing of energy was, indeed, one of the most ecstatic peaks of
Velorian feminine union. After that, there should be nothing left but
thoroughly unrestrained, mind-blowing sex. She knew this to be true!
Just as suddenly then, the
arc vanished. The emerald hue that embraced the two went out. The intimate
union ended, and yet, somehow, remained.
Shad'rah looked at them. She
could see Cha'rise, and Kath'y, looking back at her again. They remained close,
their heightened rate of breathing being the only sign of the effect their
sharing had had on them. Their bountiful chests rose, and fell, in unison --
sharing with one another the intermittent tighter press of their invulnerable
flesh. They glowed so bright - their heat so great! - their faces, and demeanor
. . . utterly calm, and Shad'rah saw the control that had been spoken of.
Even while in the deepest
throes of mindless passion, even while at the very pinnacle of sexual arousal,
a Protector could keep her wits, and put a stop to lust when she wished as
might be necessary. That was how a Velorian Protector was capable of surviving
sexual attack. They could control any situation, precisely because they had
such complete control of themselves.
It was a control that
Shad'rah knew she lacked, and now everyone else knew it too. Again, she looked
about the room full of Protectors. In every face she saw there was utter calm,
and in every eye there was not one trace of judgment.
She looked into Mon'ique's
dispassionate eyes. Eyes that were understanding. So damned understanding. If they had shouted at
her - heaped her with rebuke she would have found it easier to bear, but they
refused to judge her - they were all so fucking understanding!
If they wanted to see a lack
of control, then she would show them. She'd show them all! Let them watch - she
didn't care. They could all die of envy watching her gratify herself with all the fervor, all
the intensity, all the power of Velorian youth!
Shad'rah fixed Mon'ique with
a determined, aggressive stare. She clutched her elder's one shoulder, then,
with her other hand, Shad'rah raised her sister Velorian's knee between her
legs with such force that the shockwave of their invincible flesh impacting
shook the barracks. She took Mon'ique's other shoulder then, and set her grip.
She saw Mon'ique smile on her. It was a smile that conveyed a kindness that
made her all the angrier.
She would show no mercy.
'It starts with the initial
thrust.'
Shad'rah flexed her tummy,
and drove her pelvis forward. At once, the length of Mon'ique's thigh was
thoroughly slickened with a thick film of heavily scented Supremis nectar.
She rode the backstroke over
Mon'ique's thigh with slow deliberation, staring at Mon'ique all the while with
proud defiance. She would conquer - even as she surrendered. She would grind
Mon'ique's invulnerable flesh to the bone!
She bore down for her second
thrust. It was harder, rougher and even more satisfying. The third one was even
better.
The Protectors observed how
Shad'rah worked at herself; riding Mon'ique's thigh with a vigor they knew
would eventually become ferocious. It warmed them to see how she had all the
advantages of youth, and it warmed them to see that she had all the
disadvantages as well.
Mon'ique's experienced,
knowing eyes watched her steadily as Shad'rah glared back at her. The youth
bared her teeth, and grunted, laboring furiously for her climax. Her breasts,
and groin, were glowing white to the point of translucence. The trailings of
her unfettered exuberance coursed down Mon'ique's calf to drip from the ends of
her toes. Her hips became an indistinct blur as she sank ever deeper into the
single minded bliss of sexual rapture. The gyrations of her raging pelvis against
Mon'ique's captive thigh became wild, and chaotic. Mon'ique supported her at
the waist to keep the impassioned girl from bucking herself off.
The unbearable tingling in
Shad'rah's nipples finally erupted in a powerful, green bolt of orgone between them.
The arc had the typical, double edged sword effect of Velorian sexuality; it
both satisfied her hunger, and made it gnaw all the harder. No matter how much stimulation she
experienced, her body needed more - demanded more - always more - never enough,
until
A twin bolt of orgone
suddenly exploded from her groin -- attacking her nipples, caressing them,
encompassing the sum of her tightly engorged breasts. The girl's own energy
both nourished, and consumed her in the ultimate act of masturbation exclusive
to enhanced P1 Supremis. Her pelvis became encased in fingers of caressing
orgone. The energy rushed over her body, ravishing every one of her
super-sensitized nerve endings.
There are levels of bliss
which should not be dared. Shad'rah boldly ascended to them! Her youth both
granted her the right, and would assure her survival.
Finally, when her
invulnerable being could take no more - when she was at the expirational peak
of arousal, the orgone converged, and drove itself into her.
The walls of the barracks
crumbled at the force of Shad'rah's scream. Alarms went off, and sirens
sounded. Lights exploded, and water pipes burst. Shad'rah squirted a steam of
white hot quim over the glowing surface of Mon'ique's thigh. Her Supremis
muscles ballooned to their fullest, even as she fainted -- the shockwave
generated by their sudden expansion exacting more damage on the already
devastated room.
Mon'ique hastened to support
the girl as she went completely limp, and her hulking body slowly returned to
its normally lithe, and slender, state. She was drenched with sweat, her long,
blonde hair lay plastered over her in dripping strands. Her nipples still
sparked, though weakly. Her pussy smoked, and steamed. Sated, spent and she was
completely helpless.
And she was thus a perfect
victim.
Mon'ique gathered the limp
girl to herself. Other Protectors tended to the emergencies: The alarms, and
sirens were silenced, the water got turned off. Bea'trice put in a call to
Binkleyan security to let them know that the Protectors had the 'situation' in
hand.
"Isn't she
adorable?" Mon'ique softly said to Ba'be, who hovered close.
Ba'be smiled.
"She reminds me of the
first time I came," she confided.
Mon'ique smiled in agreement,
remembering her own first time.
"If we have any hope of
her surviving a night with Ed," said Bea'trice, "she's going to have
to be something other than 'adorable'"
The Auxiliary leader hovered
close, studying the senseless young Protector in Mon'ique's arms.
"We need to work on this
girl's control," she said.
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