Merton’s eyes widened, slowly.
“What?” Speccy asked.
Merton held up one finger. Then he laughed. Then he cackled . “Dart just gave us a fighting chance.”
Speccy’s brow furrowed. “How?”
Merton told her his idea. It didn’t take long. Like most very good ideas, it was incredibly simple. In concept, at least. Execution would take a lot more work. But that was always the way of these things, wasn’t it?
Speccy’s mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. “But...” She stopped. “Well, that...” She blinked a third time. Then she shook her head. “That’s genius .” She grinned, slowly. Merton laughed, then kissed her cheek.
“And if you hadn’t strip-mined Atlantis, it’d have been impossible. Come on! Let’s get to the Talon-9 and back to Geneva!” Merton said, cheerfully – unaware that Speccy was standing there, gaping after him. Her upper right hand went to her cheek. And for the first time in several centuries, Spectral Timeweaver Compounding the Infinite actually blushed .
***
The 42 nd Legion arrived from its posting near the Kuiper Belt of the SOL system. It was, as befitted its name and out of the way posting as secretive defender of dragon-kind’s true homeworld, not exactly filled to bursting with top of the line ships. There were twelve battleships, twenty one cruisers, and a spread of torpedo boats. Each ship carried compliments of fighter-craft, and all of them had been quietly waiting for the day they might actually be needed. Their arrival in the skies of Earth was an utterly gorgeous display. First, the retro-burns of the battleships winked on, adding a dozen new glittering stars. Then, over a series of hours, more and more gleams appeared, each one drawing a ruler straight line of pure, dazzling light through the heavens.
They took up a high guard orbit above the planet. The Admiral – a grizzled Copper Dragon named Rushok – even came down and was photographed with the supreme leader of humanity’s combined defenses: An unassuming American named Admiral Bernard Xu. His calm, reserved, and dignified mien smoothed over ruffled feathers from America’s rivals, and the organization of humanity’s defenses went apace.
Merton felt rather out of the loop.
Oh, he had been helping. He and Brash worked together to move very heavy things very quickly. He had studied magic with the help of Julia – who had been cramming some basic thaumaturgy into his brain using the wonderfully direct route of whacking him in the temple with a ruler when he fucked up and sucking his cock when he did a thing right. But all the big decisions had moved out of his reach. As trophy husband to Relix Castrovel and former D&D GM, Merton had to sit back and...remember…
All those titles he had puffed off to Baron Thresh?
They were fake.
Made up.
Merton sighed and stepped away from the window of the rather nice hotel that he and Relix had been given. Relix was still out, assisting with the organization of the defenses. Brash was curled up on his pillow, snoring loudly and happily. Merton tried to think of something to do . Something more than what he had done. And...nothing was coming to mind. He felt jitters rushing through his body. They had less than a week before a warfleet – with three planetkilling starships, each a quarter of the size of Earth’s fucking moon – arrived.
It didn’t feel real.
But Merton wasn’t sure what felt less real: The hotel room he was in or the time he had spent aboard the Talon-9 . If it hadn’t been for the Brash on his pillow, he could have blinked and thought that his whole adventure had been a dream.
A double knock came to his door.
Merton blinked and walked over. He opened it a crack and blinked again – this time in pure surprise. He stepped back, swinging the door open. “Speccy?” he asked.
Speccy stood in the corridor in her uniform. Which, Merton had to remember, amounted to a bunch of BDSM style leather straps that wrapped around her purple breasts, coiled around her muscular arms, slipped between her elegant thighs, and generally left most of her faintly tiger-striped body entirely revealed. She was holding a plastic binder in her hands and said: “I wanted to speak to you about the specifications of some, ah, Earth technology.”
Merton grinned. “Uh, sure.” He stepped back some more, gesturing. Speccy walked in. Her hips rolled – the natural gait that she used drew his eyes to her rump. And to the faint jiggles that slipped along her butt. It was reminding Merton of the fact he hadn’t gotten more than a few blowjobs in the past week, and he hadn’t touched his wife at all. His mouth suddenly felt quite dry as he adjusted the collar of his shirt with one finger.
Yes, it had only been few blowjobs.
He wasn’t a very good wizard, you see.
“I’m not exactly the best at, uh, advanced military hardware,” Merton said.
Speccy rubbed her upper right elbow with her lower left hand. She looked around the room, her eyes narrowing. Her slightly elongated ears twitched slightly. She looked faintly nervous. Merton’s brow furrowed and he walked over. “Uh, did you actually come about military hardware, Speccy?” he asked. She tossed her head, then turned to face him.
“I...is my deception that obvious?” she asked.
“Well, it’s not super obvious,” Merton said. HE sighed. “Are you nervous about the battle?”
Speccy blinked at him.
“It’s okay. I’m fucking terrified,” Merton said, shaking his head as he walked over to look out the window. The night sky over Geneva was bright enough to wash away the stars – but he could see the massive streaks of thrust plumes from the 42 nd Legion has it maintained its orbit. It only needed to burn occasionally, but when it did burn, it produced something not too dissimilar from the Aurora Borealis. Albeit the Aurora Borealis as done by a ruler fetishist. He sighed. “We’re all working our asses off, and...we have more of a shot than I thought, but-”
A faint rustle and thump made him turn.
Speccy had stripped off her clothes with the casual efficiency of a technician. The lack of sensual grace hadn’t detracted from her beauty. Far from it. Her breasts were as perky and as firm as Relix’s and at least a cup size larger. Her nipples were the same brilliant teal as her hair, and her antennas had gone to full erection – as hard and as quivery as Merton’s own dick, which strained his jeans. Her lower hands caressed along her thighs, and he saw that her sex was just as succulent and just as utterly hairless as he had first imagined. Her upper arms crossed over her breasts a moment later and she flushed.
“I have been working very hard on spellwork and require some...relaxation,” she said. “Constant memorization of spells and casting them on this twelve hour work shift is, um, tiring. A-And, uh, I never did do what Relix ordered me to do, after you were augmented.”
Merton gulped. “W-What was that, Speccy?”
“She asked me to...train you...” Her voice was husky.
“W-Why did that never happen?” Merton asked, his voice almost squeaking.
“We both got distracted. Didn’t we?” Speccy smiled, shyly. But he could see that she was quite...scared. It was an odd expression to see on the normally taciturn woman. Her antennas twitched slightly and she looked aside. “It’s a bit foolish, I mean, Relix has no complaints about your-”
Merton took her lower left hand in his. He felt her three fingers – calloused by hard work and faintly stained by grease and material components alike. He brought her purple palm to his mouth and kissed her palm gently. His heart hammered as he whispered. “Speccy...” he grinned at her. “We’d have all died several times over without you. How the flying fuck could I refuse you? Doubly so when so much depends on your...” He kissed her wrist. “Relaxation?”
Speccy bit her lower lip so hard that it had gone pale, bloodless white. Then she moaned as Merton kissed his way down her lower arm, up to where her four arms joined together. The complex interplay of muscle and skin was fascinating to explore with his tongue and his mouth. Her skin was silky smooth, once he got away from her callouses, and his tongue traced the
very faint tiger stripes that differentiated dark purple from lighter purple. Then his mouth bumped against the cupping hand of her upper right arm – covering her breast. Her lower right hand grabbed onto his up and her upper left stroked through his hair as she let her other upper arm lift, exposing her breasts to his mouth. He started to kiss and suckle on her nipple.
Then Speccy squeaked as a pale hand cupped her other breast. Peeking over her shoulder – barely, since she was actually about the same height as both of them – was Brash in his human form. His cat-green eye glittered as he grinned at Merton.
“I didn’t know it was bang the chief engineer day!” he said.
“That’s not a holiday!” Speccy said, her voice severe, even as she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
“Sure it is!” Brash said. His finger found and tweaked her nipple, while his other hand dipped down between her thighs. But Merton’s hand moved faster and he cupped and stroked Speccy’s dripping, eager sex before Brash could get his fingers in. Brash pouted, then put both his hands on her breasts, squeezing and fondling them with just enough roughness to finally wring a moan from her – soft and dampened by her reserve as it was. Her eyes closed and her antennas twitched with orgasmic pleasure as Merton felt her sex. She was molten hot, as hot as one of the furnaces that she worked on, and Merton found that she had a pair of clits above her sex. His thumb rubbed from one to the other as he crooked his middle and pointer finger inside of her.
Brash, meanwhile, was kissing his way down her spine, nuzzling her incredible shoulder muscles. A woman with four arms had muscles that made the most intense muscle-girl seem like a weakling. Merton, meanwhile, was noticing that the same was true on her front. He had never noticed just how fucking ripped Speccy was until he knelt down to start kissing along her belly. His tongue traced her girl-abs as he reflected that four arms, and all of them working on engineering tasks every day, produced a physique you could melt butter with. He finally reached where his hand was plundering her – and his tongue lapped up the small puddle of arousal that Speccy had dripped onto his palm.
Through this all, the only noises that he and Brash’s combined efforts had wrung from Speccy were very quiet gasps, faint moans, muffled whimpers. She seemed to be genetically unable to simply let herself go.
Merton was trying to decide if that was really hot or really fucking hot by the time his tongue slid into her eager, wet sex, and Brash’s tongue pushed into her pert, rosy ass. That was enough to break the damn dam. Speccy’s head rolled back, her upper arms grabbed onto the wall for balance, and her lower hands grabbed onto both their heads and pushed them against her as she wailed in pleasure, cursing in a language that Merton had never heard before and which wasn’t translated. Her juices flowed along his tongue – sweeter than any human pussy he had gone down on.
Which, to be fair, was...technically zero, since...Julia had also modified her pussy to taste better.
So, for all Merton knew, Speccy tasted exactly like human pussy.
But he could barely think about that, so focused was he on the thick streams of girlcum that he was drinking down. Brash’s mouth moved and bumped against his chin as the other man tried to get his own shot at the ambrosial liquid. Brash dove in when Merton, polite as could be, drew back to give him a chance. Speccy kept whimpering and gasping as Brash’s tongue lapped at her, like a puppy with a water bowl.
“ Gods ,” she hissed.
“We’re not done yet.” Merton grinned. His hands went to his clothes and he skimmed himself out of them as fast as winking. His cock sprang free and Brash stood – his own cock matching Merton’s for size. Merton took a hold of Speccy’s lower hands, tugging her to the bed. He fell on his back and let her fall atop him. Once more, four arms proved their advantage as she caught herself without smashing into him. He felt nicely surrounded by her arms, her legs. Her dripping sex hung right above his cock. She looked into his face, her eyes softer than he had ever seen them.
Then she looked aside, blushing. “I-I can’t believe you made me...” she paused. “S-So loud.”
Merton snickered. “B-Bakka!” he teased.
Speccy glared at him. Then she gasped as Brash slipped up ontop of her. He grew in size as he did it, going from sleek lithe bishi to muscular hunk. This let him loom over both of them and grind his thick, eager dragon-dick against Speccy’s ass-cheeks. She whimpered and reached down with her lower right arm, taking hold of Merton’s cock. Her thumb rasped over each of his ridges – even as she glided the thick tip of his cock against her swollen, desperately eager pussy.
Merton squirmed, drawing his hips away from her, squishing into the bed.
“Say please...” he whispered.
“Idiot...” Speccy growled.
“I am your Captain. Technically.” Merton’s eyes sparkled.
Speccy’s face twisted in pleasure and irritation both. She looked aside, then mumbled something so soft that you’d need a directional laser microphone and an elf to hear it. Merton grinned, reaching up to cup her swaying breasts, squeezing them gently. Brash reared back, his cock slapping down against her ass, rough enough to make Speccy hiss. Brash put on his best, most intimidating growl, and said: “Louder.”
“...fuck me...” Speccy whispered. And to prove she liked it, her sex dripped another patter of girl-juice onto Merton’s waiting dick. Brash pushed her down with one hand, his free hand grabbing his dick and aligning himself. Merton closed his eyes and groaned through clenched teeth as he felt her tightness enveloping him like an oiled, velvet glove. She was just as hot, just as tight as he might have imagined. Then he felt her grow another few fractions tighter as Brash slid into her ass with an eager, quiet groan. His balls gently slapped against Merton’s and Merton shuddered in pure bliss.
“Ah-hhaaa!” Speccy gasped, then buried her face into a pillow, trying to keep it down. Brash sawed back. Merton slammed up. Speccy’s face buried deeper into the pillow and she shuddered, her lower hands gripping the sheets. Her uppers grabbed onto Merton’s palms, pinning them above his head. It was shockingly intimate – and Merton moaned as Brash slammed in and he drew out. The two of them started to work the pattern, falling into the pattern as if they had done this dozens of times. Speccy’s attempts to stay control wore away, inch by inch, chip by chip, thrust by thrust.
Finally, she hissed out a desperate: “Oh fuck yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her head rolled back. Brash grabbed onto her hair tugging her head back further, then leaned forward. Merton watched through slitted eyes as he tried to keep himself from climaxing. Despite augmentations and spells and training and practice...there was only so much a mortal man could do. He watched as Speccy kissed Brash back with a wanton moan, their lips sliding back just enough to show the frantic wrestling their tongues were doing. Her antennas had gone as slack as her eyes as Brash plundered her mouth.
Her fluttering cunt tightening another notch in orgasm was just enough to push Merton over the edge.
His balls clenched as if they had been grabbed in a fist and he moaned in wanton pleasure, thrusting up and deep into her. Brash slammed down as well, the two of them pinning the engineer between their sweat soaked, glistening bodies. Speccy broke the kiss, spittle gleaming in the air like diamonds, and screamed in pure bliss. Her body shuddered and her muscular belly mashed flat against Merton’s. Her arms tightened convulsively and she hugged him so tight that he felt his bones creak. But he didn’t care. He was kissing her now – her mouth locking to his. The orgasm seemed to ride on forever, and he felt the decadent pleasure that was another man’s cum soaking his balls as Brash’s seed overflowed from her stuffed ass and dripped down her flanks.
Once the pleasure had passed, Merton felt like someone had cut his break lines. His whole body had turned to an undifferentiated mass of muscle and he was sprawled there, gasping. Panting.
Speccy sprawled atop him.
Brash sprawled atop her.
And Merton started to realize just what happened to a grape in a wi
ne press.
“Gitoff...” he squeaked out.
Speccy, rather than listening to her sound understanding of engineering, G-forces, and her understanding of human bodies, instead buried her face against Merton’s neck and sighed contentedly.
Merton Miles, dies the way he lived… Merton thought, his eyes narrowing to slits. Buried under girl abs.
***
The Xosh Warsphere dropped from subspace after two weeks and change of transit time – crawling from one galactic arm to another – and Gimtesh Thresh still had not had the decency to die. The half-elven, half-dragon woman was still impaled on the large spike that the engineers had cut from the prow of the metallic flagship that had tried to ram the Warsphere during the battle of Draconis Prime. The spike now sat in the back corner of the bridge, ignored by all but the most sadistic or squeamish of the kobolds. And Emperor Xosh. He still stopped by every few days to nudge at the whimpering woman with his toe and say: “Hmm...I guess I owe Feng Bryaugh a slave or two. He bet you’d last to Earth.”
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