Sci-Fi & Fantasy Erotica: Volume 3 (Sci-Fi & Fantasy Erotica Series)

by Charlie Buxton

  Adelina stroked his cheeks with both hands. “Please live with me and learn to love me.” The rings on her breasts tickled his skin. He tried to pay them no heed. “All I ask is that your treat me gently. Please say yes.” The lips locked again. They did not make love. His apprehension would not allow him to do so.

  It didn’t matter to Adelina because Carlos told her, “Yes.” She rifled through the dorm room’s chest of drawers and found something to wear. The extra-extra large and white “New York” souvenir shirt fit her like a dress. Carlos put his serape back on. Together they left the hospital, but not before Adelina found her neon pink knee-high socks and blue army boots. They ran to the Central Cathedral like school kids in trouble.

  In all his years exploring México, Carlos never felt the need to go inside the Central Cathedral. He regularly read in the Rotunda of Illustrious Men and he even lost his virginity in its park. Yet, it never occurred to him to look inside the breath-taking building across street. Its twin yellow-tiled steeples, its dome, its arches with ornate walls of rock and limestone never called to him. The sixteenth-century architectural masterpiece rivaled anything that could’ve been seen in Europe. It was and was rebuilt three times after several earthquakes threatened to obliterate its magnificence.

  He was amazed when he finally entered the building. He saw eleven altars, beautiful sculptures of many saints, massive stained-glass windows, priceless treasures and works of art beyond number. These riches however did not affect his consciousness as much as he would’ve expected.

  What really got his attention were the main altar, the pews and the additional chairs in the overflow sections. They held hundreds of small piles containing neatly folded clothes. Each pile was topped with a handful of dirt, a tea candle, a piece of candy, a miracle trinket, a plastic flower and a rosary. Some piles were lavishly decked out with baby bottles and toys, while others were simply decorated with personal effects and identification cards or photos. Carlos noticed that some of cathedral walls contained facts about the great tragedy that occurred on the first Sunday of Lent and the story of its survivors. The writing was done in broad-tipped permanent marker with acid-free black ink.

  Adelina proudly announced that, “I did this during my food gathering trips.” She single-handedly created a memorial for the common people of Guadalajara who died in the Butterfly Armageddon. “It helped me feel less depressed. Which isn’t saying much, but at least I didn’t commit suicide.” The makeshift mausoleum put the stone ring for the so-called illustrious men to shame. “Candi was the only other person who I’ve ever shown this to.”

  “She never told me about this place.” Carlos dared not touch the piles for fear of disturbing the unique arrangements. “How long did it take you to do this?”

  Adelina smiled and whispered, “Years.” She pointed towards a row in the center of the cathedral. “Want to visit your grandparents?” Before he could answer, she dragged him over to a pew that held a rather elaborate memorial. Two piles of clothes and dirt held a single wine bottle filled with expensive grape ambrosia. Around the neck of the bottle, two wedding bands were tied on a white ribbon. Each of these piles held two ostentatiously framed photographs decorated with rosaries beaded with sapphires. Their gold crucifixes were bejeweled with diamonds.

  “Who are the people in the pictures?” Carlos knelt down in front of the memorial to get a better look.

  Adelina pointed to the left photo first. “That’s Papa Hernán and Mama Maria when they got married.” She ruffled Carlos’s hair with her free hand. He laughed as she pointed to the photo on the right, “That over there Papa Hernán, Mama Maria, Uncle Gwubo, your dad and I.”

  Carlos beamed brightly. “It’s your wedding picture, Lina.”

  “I know, isn’t it awesome.” Adelina casually snatched the photo from the memorial. “I was such a cute chubby thing back then.” The doctor wasn’t exactly emaciated, but her thinness was not becoming either.

  The student examined the photo in her hands, “You had normal hair in this picture.”

  Adelina exploded in laughter. “That ugly red mop wasn’t my hair. It was a wig.”

  “You wore a wig to your wedding?” Carlos joined in her mirth.

  “I was bald save for the bangs back then. Mama Maria didn’t want Papa Hernán’s relatives to get shocked by the haircut she gave me.”

  Carlos’s eyes grew as wide as his grin. “Grandma gave you a punk haircut?”

  “She also pierced my naughty bits, my eyebrows, my bellybutton, my nose, my lip, Hernán Jr.’s eyebrow, both our tongues, ears and nipples. She also gave me half of my tattoos and all of Hernán Jr.'s, except of course for the one on his rear.” Adelina donned a pensive expression. “She didn’t like the idea of tattooing her son’s ass.”

  Carlos mouth fell open. “Nice wholesome grandma?” His ears could not believe it. “She looks so normal in all of the pictures I’ve seen of her. She was so normal in person. How could this be?”

  Adelina shook her head. “She was a nice and wholesome Catholic grandma who also happened to be an ex-Goth with a lot of tattoos under her clothes.” Adelina pursed her lips as she noticed Carlos’s discomfort. “Didn’t your dad ever tell you that she owned a tattoo and piercing parlor?”

  “Of course not…” Carlos shock softened into amused discomfort. “Any other frightening revelations about my grandparents I should know about?”

  “Your grandpa was an honest cop who got disgusted by the corruption, so he became a marriage counselor.” Adelina smiled proudly. “He thought your grandma was a nutcase. Fortunately, they loved music with really loud and fast guitars, natural health and Chinese food, so they got along famously. They were also religious in a non-irritating way that almost made the whole concept of being very pious seem kind of cool.” A mischievous glint shone in her eyes, “But, not quite.” She kissed the mirrored frame with the rosary and placed it back from where she took it.

  “Too bad they aren’t here anymore.” Carlos felt the sadness behind Adelina’s smile as he spoke these words. “I wish I could’ve known them better.”

  “Same here…” She took a single cleansing breath. “But, that’s in the past.” Adelina blushed at her student as she confessed; “I’m more interested in achieving my dreams for the present and, when I’m in the mood, the future.” She stood up and walked towards the altar. Carlos followed her.

  “So what are your dreams?” Carlos’s serape allowed a cooling breeze to refresh his body. His walking pace was brisk, though somewhat less brisk than Adelina’s.

  “Let me see.” She covered her face and laughed as she searched for the words to express them without feeling completely vulnerable. “Here’s my mental list:” She counted each item in her dream inventory with the left index finger and the right hand.

  “One, I want to make a tortilla that doesn’t turn to dust or charcoal after I fry it”

  “Two, I want to eat a vat of fresh caviar.”

  “Three, I want to resurrect Pepote Rodriguez and his Mariachi family. I actually miss their tacky music.”

  “Four, I want to know if it is possible to perform artificial inseminations with a turkey baster without causing the recipient to die of laughter prior to the procedure.”

  “Five, I would like to find a decent spouse who is hard-working, good-looking, intelligent, spiritual, amusing, is as horny as me and doesn’t mind me watching cheesy Cantinflas movies or Lesbian porn.” Adelina rubbed her hands wickedly at her final pre-requisite. “Oh yes, and he must enjoy playing with toys. I like toys. They don’t even have to be the sexual kind. They just need to be fun and cute.” She squealed at the word cute.

  Adelina flipped her head, so she could stare at the ceiling. “Nothing too unreasonable…”

  Carlos sighed and crossed his arms. He rolled his eyes up, winked and stuck his tongue out. Adelina giggled at him. “We could work on the tortillas. The caviar will be tricky, but I’m sure that we could go fishing to see if we are able to find anyth
ing.” Carlos lifted his index finger and cringed, “I’m not saying a word about those damn mariachis.” He continued to speak with a straight face, “As for the turkey baster, just change its name to ‘manually-operated vacuum-expulsion artificial fertilization device’ and watch the fear develop in your hapless victim’s face.”

  Adelina cracked up and nearly urinated, “There’s nothing like clinical jargon to take out of joy anything.” She slapped the floor several times, before Carlos finally helped her up.

  “Now there’s that marriage thing.” Carlos twiddled his thumbs and gave the elder doctor a look of mock criticism. “Being that there are no clergy, judges or bureaucracy to validate such an arrangement, I feel that it would be pointless.”

  “You don’t need that crazy shit dude.” Adelina poked at her student’s chest. “Marriage is quite often a convenient arrangement between a group of human beings and their belief system of choice, where they agree to permanently restrict their mating habits within mutually agreed upon boundaries for the benefit of their chosen family structure.”

  Carlos raised an eyebrow and rubbed his chin. “In other words, it’s a binding agreement between two people to keep their vows with God for the purpose of helping a family flourish.” He nodded his head. “So what happens if one of the potential spouses doesn’t believe in a god?”

  Adelina poked him again with more strength and both hands. “That’s why I used non-sexist, non-sectarian, non-hierarchical language.” Adelina giggled at Carlos as she stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m not picky as long as my basic needs are met.” He responded by yanking her towards him and smooching her. They made out for about five minutes until they released their lip lock. The punk doctor wheezed from the excitement. Carlos wheezed from her sulfuric scent.

  “Lina… I don’t find you sexually attractive, at all. I’m still having severe emotional problems from the fling with you-know-who. I also, find it very creepy that my big sister was cloned from you. With that said, we’re not related, we actually click and that’s good enough for me.” The austere expression on Carlos’s face would’ve made a British statesman look giddy by comparison. “Give me a few months to get used to the idea of me, doing that while I am sober.”

  Adelina did not doubt his claims for a second. “That’s cool.” She tickled the tip of his chin. “I went without sex for a while... I can deal with a few months of not getting any.” Carlos and Adelina embraced each other as the motorized bells played their hourly tune, as if on cue.

  Carlos moved out of his parents’ home and moved to the nearly vacant hospital after that night. A few months passed.

  Carlos never wore his serape there. His much older and new bride, Adelina, didn’t mind. She worked very hard to train the young man into physical and mental fitness. His seeming obviousness to his own nakedness felt like a deserved reward. She needed something to occupy her mind after her latest chat with her uncle. She was glad that the something was the man she waited so long to marry

  Even though the young man visited his immediate family on a daily basis, he couldn’t stand living with them. It was upsetting to see the woman of his dreams hanging to his hated enemy, every second of the day, as if nothing had ever happened between them. It was disturbing to watch Guillotine raise her sons. They weren’t like brothers or even nephews to him. They were more like soulless minions who would become human only during Kung Fu practice.

  He moved into what used to be a lobby in the hospital. No one in Hernán’s household knew what went on in there. The only time they ever visited was for medical care too difficult to provide in the house.

  He loved the natural light of the beautiful glass atrium and the gorgeous abstract art that covered the walls. Adelina was his upstairs neighbor at the children’s ward. She loved playing with all the dolls, cars, playhouses and other assorted toys there. During the daytime, Carlos would study medicine with his neighbor and instructor. During clear nights, they liked to hang around together at the hospital grounds in front of a fire pit.

  It was rainy on a particular night, so they hung around in the kitchen. Adelina fried her first successful batch of corn tortilla shells made from scratch. Carlos fried kitten meat in sautéed onions and green peppers. They chopped tomatoes, tomatillos, cilantro, raw onions, chilies and other tasty ingredients into a pico de gallo salsa. The two sat down at the cafeteria for a delicious dinner that they washed down with a bottle of one hundred and four year old wine.

  “Everything is very tasty.” Adelina munched ravenously on a crispy taco. A tiny bit of grease trickled down her lip. She licked it.

  “Yes it is.” Carlos enjoyed the medley of fragrant spices. His thick standing braids resembled horns on top of his head. Adelina enjoyed playing with his curls every morning. He didn’t mind the interesting new hairstyles that she gave him, too much.

  Adelina excused herself from the table and left saying, “I hope that you enjoyed your meal.” It was her turn to wash the dishes. Carlos followed her.

  As she scrubbed the pans, Carlos hugged her from behind. She looked over her shoulder and kissed him on the lips. He grinned and told her that he would wait for her in the psychiatric ward for their movie date. She giggled and washed the dishes much faster.

  The warm water rinsed the suds away from the pans. A towel rubbed the moisture away. Satisfied with her work, Adelina ran up the stairs and through the halls.

  She sang, “Barbara ” by Chuy Logroño on her way to visit the hunk. She pushed the reinforced door open and called out for, “Carlitos.” He greeted her with a hug and led her to the patient lounge. They plopped down on the couch and snuggled together as a video presentation played on the monitor. It was a very funny twentieth century film starring Cantinflas entitled No Te Engañes Corazón. Many of the jokes were hopelessly dated, but the slapstick and the cultural references were hilarious. The songs were lovely to boot.

  When the movie was over Carlos took Adelina to the showers. He slowly removed her white tube top and green denim overalls. Hernán, Carlos and Guillotine figured out a way to fix the sewer line the previous week so the running water was back.

  Carlos and Adelina jumped into the handicapped stall and turned on the faucet. The water was warm and pleasant. Carlos scrubbed her back and she returned the favor. She ran her nails down his chest and commented on how nicely developed his pectoral muscles were. He thanked her and gently rubbed between her inner thighs.

  He squatted down and used his mouth to continue her stimulation. His fingers smoothed down her depilated pubic skin. It was so unlike that of any grown woman he had ever seen. When he saw Adelina’s lack of bodily hair for the first time, it bothered him. It made her look like an old woman suffering from arrested development. Laser electrolysis seemed like such an unnecessary and severe form of bodily mutilation to him, but she seemed to enjoy the results. Carlos found it odder than the genital rings. He eventually learned to overlook her hairless skin and learned how to enjoy its benefits.

  When several screams of pleasure escaped his older wife’s lips, Carlos pulled her out of the shower and hastily turned the water off. Droplets still dripped away from her body when he carried her to one of the dorm rooms. A fresh soapy smell somewhat hid the sulfuric smell that never seemed to go away.

  Adelina screamed with boisterous joy, “I am so horny, my little satyr!”

  Carlos squeezed her breasts and told her, “We can’t go all the way yet.”

  “What makes you say that?” They both laughed as she took his manhood in her hands and led it straight to her breasts.

  “I’m trying to catch my breath. I was down too long.” Carlos closed his eyes and hummed as Adelina serviced him. He loved how she used her mouth and breasts to stimulate him. It always made him… no… tonight would be different. He snapped out of the entrancement and whined, “Stop it! You’re not helping.” The tongue and chest-surface studs tickled him in an overly pleasant of a manner. He didn’t want to end the game prematurely, like usual.


  “Very well,” Adelina sat up, crossed her arms and pursed her lips as if she were offended. Carlos kissed those pouting lips. Carlos yelped when he tasted the lingering spiciness of dinner. “What’s wrong?” Adelina’s eyes opened wide.

  “Those nipple rings always feel funny against my chest.” He lightly pulled both heavy gauge rings. “Do they hurt?”

  “Not anymore. I am sure they did at some time in history. I was too wasted to remember.” Adelina shifted her eyes to the side.

  “That’s not surprising.” Carlos wrapped his lips around a bejeweled nipple and asked in a muffled mumble, “Why did you get all those body piercings, scarifications, tattoos and depilatory treatments?”

  “I thought self-mutilation was sexy.” The old punk tried to sound serious, but failed miserably.

  Carlos laughed and told her, “That’s crazy.” He grabbed her skinny buttocks. Their kisses were more like a battle of the tongues than a gentle springtime dance. The younger doctor continued when he was able to catch his breath. “You don’t really think self-mutilation is sexy anymore… do you?”