by Kelly Brewer
Still clasping her tightly, he shoved the shower door open and dripping, walked them to the bed. He laid her down and pushed out of her tight grip then stood in front of her.
“Kyle, what are you doing? Please, right here, I need it…right here.”
She was trying to show him where, but her hands couldn’t decide whether to cover or open herself up, she wasn’t sure… but when she dropped her eyes from his gaze and saw his rigidity, she knew suddenly what to do. Sitting up and grabbing and opening her mouth she looked up at him slyly, “Oh. I understand now.”
She took as much as she could, wetting the sheets with her body in response to finally having him. It never occurred to her how hungry she was until now, now that she had a taste she wanted more, she wanted it all. She tried to take it all in, but there wasn›t room. He pulled her head back by her wet hair and her mouth popped off, and he held it a tongues length away, watching her struggle to reinsert his mastery.
“Baby,” he said quietly, “You turned it around on me! I wanted to taste you, but look what you did…”
He let go of her hair and watched her surge forward, watched it disappear inside her pretty red lips, and heard the guttural sounds in her chest and from her nose breathing. The typhoon swirling deep in his loins began to swirl up and he realized his discipline didn›t have to hold it back any longer. Finally he let her have the reins, let her control his body and he went to a new place, where she was part him, and he was part her. He would let her have his, and then he would feast on hers.
She bathed in it, fed on it, swirled his love on her face, neck and shoulders. It was so much, she started to laugh, surprised at the bounty and thankful her life had access to such a rich vein of gold.
He moaned, head back, standing like a Greek statue, “Ohhhhhhh…baby…you are …sweetest thing…to do that for me. I’ve needed you my whole life…I’ve waited…so long…and why are you laughing?”
She pulled the last few pearls out and admired them.
“You are the sweetest thing my love,” she promised. “I never knew it could be like this. Come here,” she said, and walked back into the shower.
It was still running, as steam billowed from the luxury bathing suite next to the bedroom. Kyle couldn’t move, frozen in place, head hanging forward, looking at where she’d been, thinking of where he was going next.
He heard her in the shower washing her hair, humming one of his songs. In this context he couldn’t place the melody and he heard it with different ears, and with a different heart. “What is that song love? I can’t place it.”
Shampoo suds plopped on the floor of the shower, “Silly, it’s one of your songs! You don’t recognize it?”
“What? Mine? I don’t recognize.”
His head buzzed, and his mouth watered. Finally, his leg muscles began to relax, he hadn’t even noticed how clenched they were by trying to hold still for her.
“Come here!” she said again demurely, and this time he could, his legs let go and he turned towards her voice and staggered a little, bracing against the door jamb and he could see her through the steam; shiny, curvy, soapy, alive and his.
“I think you are the sweetest thing! Here, let me prove it,” Kyle said.
He stepped in and kneeled down, pulling her down on her back. Instinctively she wrapped her ankles around his neck and he began kissing and licking his way to her creamy center.
The texture, smell and taste of her thighs on his face, nose and tongue at that moment would be something he would remember until the day he died. Realizing this sweet bounty belonged to him forever filled him with a new joy in the new place opening up inside his soul. This was sacred ground, and he slowed his greedy approach, letting the solemnity of holiness enter first.
He paused about six inches from his destination and admired, gently caressing the dark, coiffed tuft of hair matted by water. Her hips raised up, wanting more pressure. Curving down and under and between, was two perfect pink doors that led to the holy place, the matrix of creation, the place where men and women meet with God, and together bring forth his armies, his will, and his victory.
Water falling on his back, then dripping on her, the vision of truth was flowing through his heart and mind when he pushed open the doors. Her legs spread to the walls of the shower, inviting and submissive. Putting his hands under her he lifted and began to swirl and taste, moving his head and letting the hot water spatter there sporadically, for effect. The effect was tantalizing, and Mercy pushed her head away from the wall and lay flat, letting him have his way, all the way, and hoped he would never stop.
She tried not to pull his head in to meet her orgasm, but she couldn’t risk him stopping or slowing down so she grabbed his long hair, his ears, his neck trying to get him deeper, to touch the fountainhead as it broke forth on its maiden voyage. He understood and made as much contact as he could with lips, tongue and fingers, wanting her to flood his senses with her virgin power. Her feet were on the floor now, lifting her hips, thighs and buttocks as high as they could go and she screamed.
“KYLE! KYLE! KYLE! Ohhh.oohohoh.ooohhh…yes, I love you…I love you…I love…US! You are a god, I see it, we are water gods just like when we pretended at the wedding! Hahaha, how funny! But now it’s real! Oh, kiss me now, kiss me baby!”
Kyle pushed up as she dropped her hips back to the floor. He looked up, took a long drink of water, washing her purity down his throat, neck and shoulders. He was rock hard again and slipped into her easily, breaking the seal of chastity and consummating their union for life. She was shocked by the sudden tinge of pain, and she sobered up, out of the moment, and looked at him, holding his face in her hands. He watched her flushed, earnest face and slowly dropped his weight into her.
“Oh my God, we did it! We made it.” She held him with every fiber of her being. “We belong here. We belong together. We were made for each other. We were made to be forever.”
She kissed him then, full of a new wonder, full of a deeper love, full of him, full of a new purpose.
CHAPTER 87
LUST FOR THE BUST
Neptune Show, T-minus 1 hour
Detective Mooney enlisted Bit’s inspectors as antidote agents. They watched the Doc Hadjii video and received a brief injection lesson. The lesson was to get the needle into the victim’s body anyhow, anyway, without losing your life. They were not trained for this but most wanted to help if they could. Bit whined but cooperated.
The detective added when the training clip finished, “Hopefully, the dealers/producers have not changed the formula from the Mars version. I’m guessing not, because their ‘chef’ is dead.
“Medi.droids carry extra antidote packages if you need them. Alert your team on comms before you confront a victim. They are powerful and vicious. If you go down without giving us a heads-up, containment could be compromised. Communicate then initiate. Dismissed.”
He had a lust for the bust and tonight would reveal the hidden.
He was ready.
CHAPTER 88
Aliens in the Shade
Paul
At the pre-show inspector’s meeting, Gully told Shady to stay in his wheelchair, stay out of the way, and stay vigilant. His duties were the lightest available. He would be backstage monitoring activity in the wing, stage right, Moore’s side of the stage. The small army of inspectors dispersed to their assigned stations. Paul was ready. He rolled towards his destiny. He would make them see, hear, smell, and feel the suffering they had caused him.
Paul Claim took the handicapped elevator up the one floor to stage right. He showed his badge to the security guard then nonchalantly rolled into a cubby hole he had found, partially hidden behind a thick black curtain. He reached down behind the chair. The power gun Gina.bot had stashed above his wheelchair gearbox felt cold and heavy in his soft hands.
Neptune was a good place to die.
Kyle
Kyle kept a .45mm on him at all times, but he had never carried it on stage. Tonight was different. It was showtime and he felt it. Tonight, something was going to happen. His bones knew it. Grateful for all the extra security, he was not going to trust it completely. He now had a real family to protect.
The show started same as always, except his legs felt like adrenalized rubber. Wobbly, he stepped onto the riser below the stage. “Lord have Mercy, that woman took it out of me,” he husked as he rose. “Just move slow, until you get your sea legs back.” He grinned at himself.
The platform rose to face the cheering horde of Neptunians.
“Helloooo, Neptunia! Ohh so glad to finally be here with y’all!
It’s already been a helluva night! Do you know what I mean?”
Paul
Feeling and hearing the excited vibrations of the band and the audience, his hands suddenly felt clammy holding the gun. Was he really going to do this? In front of 400,000 people? The short distance to the stage from where he sat began to look further and further away. They weren’t expecting him but if he lost the element of surprise, it was over. What if he tripped or someone spotted him before he got close enough?
These were all questions he had already answered, but he felt suddenly unsure, actually being there about to do it. The power of the band’s presence was intimidating. Paul was beginning to panic.
Kyle
Halfway through the set, Kyle asked Mercy to come on stage. On cue, jackie.bot rolled a seat built to look like a large aquatic plant to the middle of the stage. She came out, smiling pretty, waving to the appreciative audience. She had an absolute glow about her! After cheering the blushing bride, they settled down when Ox started playing the intro to “Blueberry Smile.”
Kyle had written the lyrics right after he met her.
He whispered into her ear, “This song is about you. I love you so much.”
She blushed again, smiling big. Those in the front row saw and cheered the couple.
Kyle began:
“You were the girl with the blueberry smile
Why don’t we sit here and talk for a while?
Just you and me and we’ll dance romantically.
Sail the seven seas where we’ll dance infinitely.
Til the sun shows the moon it’s getting too late!
Umm, NEVER..Never too late.
“Oh, you were the girl with the blueberry smile.
I dreamed we sailed away the day as a child.
We’ll sit for tea and we’ll talk together softly,
Just you and me ever high and lofty.”
The swirling synth line Moore played made him feel like he was drifting down around her. Kyle danced a slow circle around where she sat, spinning to a stop on one knee next to her.
The tempo slowed suddenly, a lush water garden scene emerging.
With the sound of a small, hidden waterfall, blue lasers began tracing a ripple pattern across their faces, the stage, the audience, mesmerizing them. He stood, then took her hand and they danced close, the audience cheering the newlywed couple again. There were tears and whistles and even Ox cried a little.
Everyone would think it was just sweat.
Paul
The faint, sickly sweet smell always preceded his temporary blackouts.
Oh no! Not now!
Now.
I can barely stand up, if I get dizzy I can’t…
You can.
I can’t…
You can.
dizzy… can’t…
You will.
The odor got heavier and Shady felt a
noxious
darkness
envelop
his
consciousness.
A fresh cut on his arm stung.
His large head sagged forward, eyes blank, unblinking.
Vision inverted… upside down and inside out.
I can’t see… where…
You will.
I can’t feel my legs…
No need.
Shady sat frozen, mind-locked.
Time warped around him.
Loud music vibrated him.
You will.
I will.
You can.
I can. It would be my pleazzzzure.
Kyle
The song wound down to a trickle as he embraced her. They felt so warm together. He realized how cold space truly was when he was next to her warmth.
Paul
Paul was lifted, “Aim gun, shoot cop!” then floated up, over
“Shout wordz.” Moore staring.waving.shouting, “Don’t shoot” too late
Pulled trigger Moore fell. Paul got shoved ANGER! fumes, choking
floating s i c k “FIRE AGAIN! SZHOOT KYLE! NOW!
HE IZZ THE WITCH , NOT THE OTHER!!”
He pulled the trigger. Saw a flash. Looked down. Looked up.
Woke up.
NO! Kyle!
Paul ate fire.
Kyle
Holding his wife, Kyle saw Moore go down.
He cursed himself for being so lost in the moment.
The front rows erupted in panic when they heard the pop and saw Moore’s blond head recoil backwards as he fell.
Moore’s bodyguard was in a heap behind him, obviously dead, shot in the back of the head. The man with the gun was coming towards him and Mercy, arm raised, like on a string, gun barreling in on him. Floating and bearing down, it was Paul Claim, miraculously healed. Mercy was between them.
Kyle’s gun was holstered in a back pocket sewn into his costume last minute. It was at his waistband near his lower back, not in its normal place on his hip.
He instinctively reached for his hip, then remembered the odd placement. The hesitation meant death. He grabbed Mercy’s arm and slung her startled behind him.
As he turned to face the approaching gunman, he gripped the handle of his gun. It was stuck. He ripped it loose from the fabric but it was too late.
“May the richez of the univerzze be with uz!” Paul screamed.
The killer’s illuminated face was twisted in the half-smile, half-grimace he had seen before. Kyle’s stomach dropped as fear engulfed him.
So this is it, he thought.
What a fucked-up way to die.
On top of the worlds.
He finally had the gun free, but it was too late. Death was upon him.
Paul fired the power gun.
A blur passed between them as Paul “Shade Tree” Claim pulled the trigger. The bullet, along with Paul’s attention, were deflected by something moving very fast between them. It gave the soldier the moment he desperately needed.
Whipping his weapon up and level, Kyle unloaded his fear into Paul’s maniacal face and worked his way down the body.
Tamer
Blood and brain matter spattered across Tamer’s panic-stricken face as he ran up behind the floating man. A bullet passed though the assassin and lodged in his right leg. He fell, grabbing the wounded extremity.
Kyle
Paul’s body collapsed like a rag doll and the air above him distorted. Kyle thought it was gun smoke at first, but then it rose up ominously, away from the severed body. It must have been supporting Paul’s weak, free-floating frame. A shape began to form, moving closer to him. The form coalesced snake-like in the air before him, and he realized he was looking at a living thing. The rotten smell amplified its malicious intent.
Mercy was somewhere behind him. He moved towards the swirling, noxious creature to put more distance between him and her, to make sure it was focused on him.
It was.
It snaked out and Kyle felt icy heat clamp around his left arm. He attempted a shot between what looked like two white-light eyes, but the
bullet passed right through.
He dared not risk any more wild shots in the confines of the space station. A swirl that might have been an arm whipped towards his face. He blocked it with his gun hand, pulled his left arm free, and grabbed the creature. It solidified in his hand. The encroaching assassin was obviously surprised and tried to pull away.
“No!” Kyle set his feet when he felt the thing try to escape his grip.
Kyle squeezed harder and the “arm” began to solidify into a body floating above the stage. It was not grounded, so Kyle was able to hold his grip and his ground. The harder he squeezed, the more the swirling thing slowed and stunk and sagged. Kyle held on tightly, breathlessly.
The audience was in pandemonium out front. In his peripheral vision, more of the creatures were swooping in, setting fire to people packed onto the stage floor. The creatures danced as they poured flames onto the terrified concertgoers. Screams of the dying reached his ears, steeling his resolve to destroy the creature in front of him.
Human and robo-security were pouring onto the stage, weapons drawn, not sure what to do, not wanting to harm Kyle. Several bots tried to grab the struggling creature but their armatures grasped nothing.
Mooney was there suddenly, running. He leapt at the creature and passed right through, falling coughing and sputtering. He got a taste, swallowing something very deadly. Spewing vomit, he rolled under a safety-box.bot he’d had follow him there. It sealed over him and began pumping in fresh air.
Kyle waved them off, squeezing harder. The creature began to descend, struggling to free itself. Kyle was able to get a foot on part of its lower section. A gravely, dirt face with piercing white eyes formed in the slowing swirl in front of him. It was desperately trying to ignite him. Sparks sputtered around Kyle’s hand, but he held on, clamping down on its entire being with his clear mind. He knew he would not get another chance if he lost his grip.
Gradually the violent creature stopped struggling and a strange body oozed down, quivering on the floor, gasping.
A hissing buzz rose, and Kyle was not sure if he was hearing it inside or outside his head. Security guards looked around for the source.