by Marcus Sloss
“I love it Master,” Willow whispered with a moan, “I want to feel you leaking out of my tiny swollen pussy,”.
“What’s the hurry?” I teased.
“Pre-nap sex. Now stop talking, or I will take over and squeeze that girthy cock of yours until you fill me,” Willow said, a cry of pleasure pulled from her lips as I pumped deep into her again.
She flipped over to lie face down, ass up. I slammed back into her tiny slit and she gripped the sheets tightly. I rammed her from behind over the next five minutes until her head banged into the wall of the RV. She used her hands to push back from the headboard and grinded her hips into my crotch until I exploded inside her. My balls pumped her full as I pulsed my load deep into her.
I crashed to flop down beside her with a light huff. I rolled over to grab a rag from the nightstand to clean off with.
“Pre-nap sex or not, how about an after-sex chat? We have both been so busy lately that I wanted to ensure you are okay. Emotionally, I mean” I said, proffering the rag for her to clean herself off. She refused, glorying in the feeling of my seed trickling down her thigh. I smirked and she giggled.
“I am great,” she replied, “but, I thought we already had this conversation.”
“That was before Everly,” I replied, pulling myself off the sheets. I went to my overhead storage slot where I found a fresh kilt and plain shirt. “I am so looking forward to our castle.”
“You and me both. Eric, don’t get me wrong. Tender moments which transition into rough sex pretty much describes my best fantasies. Everly has been a great fit. Hell, we all love Jill. I should be conflicted and jealous; I don’t pretend to understand why that isn’t the case, but I am happy and content,” Willow said, getting up on her knees to give me a hug. Her double-D breasts squished pleasantly into my upper abs. I kissed the top of her head gingerly.
“If I have a problem with any of this, you’ll be the first to know.” She smiled up at me, “Eric, we have a child, or children, on the way. We will face whatever challenges arise as a family, and as a family, we’ll kick their asses.”
“I love you Willow,” I said, nuzzling my nose into her pink tresses, “best wake up ever.”
She squeezed me tight.
“Next question. Nancy wants off the line,” I sighed, “and I’m sure she won’t be the only combat experienced veteran looking for a non-combat role. I need to fill fifty officer positions, if not more. Technically, each TG99 should have an officer in command. You want to be an officer?”
“Am I ready?” Willow asked, giving me a deep gaze with those blue eyes I adored.
“Probably not, but you might be. No one is really ready for their first command. There are going to be a lot of slots filled by untrained, underprepared people. The only choice Jevon and I have is sticking with those who have the best shot at keeping themselves and their troops alive, and replacing those that fail repeatedly. You won’t fail, Willow. I believe in you and I know you would have made your Dad proud. You make me proud,” I said earnestly.
She buried her head into my chest. “I love you too, Eric. I will try my best.” She held me tightly for a long moment, then let me go. “Now,” she commanded, “get out of our room. I need to sleep, that stupid market is so draining.”
I dressed and left the RV to greet a star-speckled night sky. Intermittent clouds let a full moon and the multitude of stars shine bright. The interior of the Mansion compound remained insanely busy. I doubt things had slowed down much, if at all, since I lay down for my nap. I saw children being chased by Pandarin, parents bemusedly watching over the playful interactions. The fact that every child’s need for sleep had been cut in half by the virum was something I had not realized was becoming an issue until Jill brought it up and our community adjusted to a new normal. Beyond the playful toddlers, the kitchen was going full tilt, with teams cooking food for rotating shifts as they filtered through the chow hall.
“This way!” Braxton shouted from my left.
He waved a tank forward, hauling a sled piled high with generators. I decided to jump right into helping out, when something caught my eye. A hundred foot tall robot stood stationary next to longhouse twenty-six. I had to assume it had been easy to operate and to tuck it there in between the buildings.
Hmm… The only thing better than waking up to amazing sex was playing with a giant robot. I decided to skip helping our electrician to tour the Goliath, instead. This was my kind of wake up. I jogged by the crowds of workers and returned the waves of a couple of the teams. A quick glance down at my Gpad as my feet crunched loose gravel underfoot, showed I had eighty-three alerts. I kept jogging towards the Goliath’s foot when I saw that only two of the messages remained for me to deal with. Mclain had made a request for additional funds, wishing to spend more than he had been allocated for shielding. The other alert was a notification that we had hit our cap and no longer had the ability to convert more resources at the portals. Okay, both of those issues would hold for a few minutes, at least.
I reached the foot of the mighty robot and craned my neck up. I tried to open the foot by touching the metallic surface. The off white coating of the boot projected a screen that let me know the robot was currently occupied and it requested I enter the proper code. Where the hell did I input anything? It was just a curved boot with no obvious interface. My rapid taps against the projected screen were interrupted when the foot opened. My fist pumping victory was short lived. I had not cracked the code, Nancy stood there, with her beautiful blonde hair flowing over her shoulders.
“You busy?” I asked with a winning smile combined with what I hoped was a dashing pose.
She folded into me with a tight hug. “I am exhausted. How about you carry me to our bed, my love?” She fluttered her eyelashes at me in a hilarious imitation of despair. “I would adore you forever, my Viking King,” Nancy said, with a ‘woe is me’ backhand to her forehead.
I scooped her into my arms in a princess carry, unable to resist becoming her knight in shining armor … er, t-shirt and kilt. “The robot can wait, wife of mine.” I kissed her soundly, “now tell me how the shopping went.”
“You got a new powered shotgun—”
“Big sploosha!” I interrupted.
“Whatever,” she smirked, “as well as another sniper rifle, and I picked you up a heavy machine gun. The alien gatling gun has its own power pack, so shouldn’t be a drain on your nitrogen power plant, and your cybernetic arm should be able to handle the extra weight. I am getting worried that we are becoming too reliant on one damage source, so I bought heavier punching projectiles rifles, like the peeblenator, only bigger. The vendor told me I was dumb until I mentioned the Lurrol, and he grudgingly admitted I had a point. Your weapons are somewhere over in that craziness,” Nancy said, flipping her hand in the direction of the Xgate.
I arm curled her body up to my chest, leaving a tender kiss on her lips. “I missed you today,” I sighed, “so much so that I want to have sex, but Willow is sleeping.”
“I was going to fuck you in the robot …” I began.
Nancy pressed a finger to my lips. “Promise you a rain-check on awesome sex in the giant robot. You can pound my sweet pussy while we both enjoy the amazing view.” She stroked my cheek. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you called me your wife. I am one of your queens. We will have a seamstress sew proper wedding dresses and can all get married when our castle is built ... before our children are born.”
I nodded, kissed her forehead and agreed, “Before our children are born. Oh, hey, before I forget, consider your request to shift to a non-combat role approved. I will be offering that option to others as we supplement our forces with contract Crixxi.”
“God I love you, Eric.” She positively glowed with happiness. “Perci may have let slip what you want me to do, and I promise to be a wonderful manager of Bastion’s support staff, now set me down.”
I set her down on her own feet, but kept her tucked in to my side.
“You
need to approve one of three things immediately. Either additional automated crop production, more exoskeleton suits, or additional contracts for Crixxi that randomly hit the market. All three require the shifting of priorities and funds; Jevon refused to give me an answer, saying that each of those can wait,” Nancy said as we pulled up outside RV3. I opened the door for her. She hopped up the steps, calling back over her shoulder, “The Goliath is easy to operate. Have fun. See you in a few hours.”
“Sleep well,” I called out and sprinted for the robot.
The last thing I needed was someone else stealing my turn to play with my new toy. A few dogs chased after me, trying to see what the excitement was. Felix lifted his head from a spot in the grass. His bulldog side-eye said it all: “Forget it, I’m too lazy to run.”
I rounded the corner to see a bunch of young boys trying to convince the littlest one to go in. Umm… Shit. I couldn’t be leaving the entrance to a hundred foot tall being of destruction open for our youth to toy around with. That was my job, dammit!
In my best dad voice, I called out, “Step away from the robot.”
They scattered, the sound of retreating footsteps fading into the night. I was usually a pretty friendly guy, but kids were still frightened of the boss man.
I stepped into the boot. There was a hiss, a shifting of pressure, and a sudden tug forward. I fought against the pull, not sure why, but soon realized I had erred. I bonked my head into the top of the foot. When I finally did start to rise up the tube, my body pinged off the walls. I used my arms and legs to quickly correct my ascent, thankful for the reflexes of a seasoned warrior.
I guess I could check the box ‘getting into the damn robot’. Done. Next time, I made a note to myself, hurry towards the ankle when you hear the hissing noise that is most likely the pressure differential designed to suck you up the access tube. I passed the robot’s hips and kept going upwards until I found myself looking out from the clear bubble that was its head. I guess this location for the command and control pod made sense. I could look in any direction around the circular head and see all around me … assuming I was a night creature. But right now, the area was well lit. I decided to address the issues at hand before trying to get this monstrosity to walk.
“Six for five, I’m back among the living,” I said.
“Five is in the gate, this is Delta six, go,” Bonnet said. Huh, no Bradley.
“Hey Bonnet, I can see you rolling your eyes from here. I received a few alerts. I guess I need to determine priorities between exoskeletons, more Crixxi, and food production units. Are there notes or a report that accompanies these requests?” I asked.
“That is what five is doing. Expect -”
“This is five over,” Jevon cut in.
“Report,” I said.
“We have limited funds. We can afford two of these three: exosuits, food production machines, or additional Crixxi that became available. My recommendation is that we purchase more exosuits and hire Crixxi to fill them. In my opinion, we are solid on food. Norm even told me he expects the first harvest to start coming in over the next five to ten days. Priority should be to get us more warriors and more protection. We can always go raid farms or loot shopping centers, if we have to,” Jevon said.
“Norm recommended this?” I wanted confirmation.
“Affirmative. We need a ton of people to help sort these purchases. Everly is napping in RV1, with Daphne keeping an eye on the auctions for now. We need to clear out this cluster for when ten thousand new arrivals hit our storage bay inside the Xgate,” Jevon groused.
“Roger. I will call Gary and get a team converting the empty longhouses to bunks and bedding for the Crixxi. I am in a big robot. I was going to start tossing excess dirt and stone from the tunnel dig,” I said, wondering how to best go about it.
“Come help move these infantry octosuits. There are thousands of them and they are a pain in the ass to get onto the trailers. “It’s grunt work, but necessary. Jevon out.”
I snorted. I figured I wasn’t above passing the night with some menial tasks. Before I clomped off in a super-sized robot, however, I needed to check in with Gary.
‘Got a moment?’ - Cap
My Gpad rang. “I am outside a tunnel on the west side, you need something?” Gary asked, when I answered his call.
“Yeah, wanted to check to see if you need anything from me to convert the empty longhouses over for the -”
Gary cut in, “Everly already sent the specifications, with Perci’s approval. The building teams are already hard at work making the conversion,” Gary said, and paused.
I glanced down and saw that all our tree processing machines were creating boards. Crews walked from the longhouses to piles of supplies to reload their autonailers. Gary was efficient, even when offsite. “The mining is going slower than Draxxar wanted, but I am learning the process so I can assign others to the task as well. We will need dedicated hauling teams before too long, though, to start shifting this stone to build the new south wall.”
“Yeah, we have to unload the Xgate first, then store those items, and then I can bring home a whole new workforce. The Mounamine we got can build, by the way, just don't expect them to be sturdy muscle machines like the Crixxi.” He laughed. “Need anything else?”
“Can you hire architects? Like actual builders?” Gary asked hesitantly.
“I can ask, though I doubt Everly will know of any. The only person I can pester has probably already gone home.” I frowned, “Worst I can do is try ... You want designers or actual laborers?”
“We have no shortage of labor. I can build you a house, been doing construction for thirty years.” He sighed, “This castle your wife asked for looks great on paper, but how do I do the plumbing, electrical, and so on? We only need a few architect types to manage the projects,” Gary pleaded.
“Gary, its stacking stones on stones…” I started to say, but regretted the words as soon as they escaped my mouth.
“And something I have never worked in,” he shot back. “This is not making plywood molds and -”
“Gary, that was the wrong thing for me to say—I’m sorry. You are right and I was wrong. I will go try to hire you a master builder. Cap out,” I said, closing the connection.
My Gpad pinged.
‘How is Mary?’ - Jill
I muttered to myself, “How the hell should I know?!”
I pinged Maria. ‘Who is watching the kids?’ - Cap
‘Your daughter is curled up in a king-sized bed with Jasmine. I took over for Serenity when I finished shopping.’ - Maria
I called Jill for a video chat. She peered back at me with bags under her eyes and a zombie like expression. “I am so tired,” she groaned, “I never want to stay in the grand market for that long again. The hours just flew by. How is our little girl?” Jill asked.
“Sleeping. How about I come get you and bring you home? I need to test this thing out, anyways,” I said to Jill who I could see was walking into an RV. I saw her snatch a bag from the floor and yank a blanket from the loft. “Are you going to crash there?”
“I might if you take too long.” She yawned, “I’ll probably sleep while you work. This RV is packed, we got evicted from our longhouse, and I refuse to move to Aspen. Mary would be devastated. Funny, the crazy things parents go through for their children,” Jill muttered, snuggling into the blanket.
I knew she tended to ramble when tired, so I decided to get moving while she talked. I stepped up to the only item in the room near the front of the dome. The pedestal adjusted to my height, a screen lit up and a beam of light burst forth to scan me from head to toe. Umm … What the hell was that? I stood there for a moment, not moving.
“Can you hear me Eric, there was this burst of static all of a sudden,” Jill said and I cursed.
“Jill, babe, I need you to give me a moment. I want to go to the Xgate -”
Thinking about going to Xgate 232 brought up an itinerary on the display. A prompt hit my mind,
twisting my senses. A fog clouded my thoughts, momentarily, and then there was clarity. Goldie, my fish avatar, bubbled the air in front of me. I wanted to smack the imaginary tri-tailed goldfish for the smirk it wore between bubbles. I gritted my teeth and struggled to hold my temper in check.
“I extracted from your mind that you wish to commence a trip to the Xgate referred to as 232?” he bubbled.
Without a word, I indicated my approval of the proposed route. A split second later, the torso swiveled and the feet stepped off towards the south. There was a damped whirl as the Goliath’s generators applied force through whatever motors or servos moved this massive contraption. A four-minute timer started counting down. Moments after stepping over the hesco wall, the Goliath deftly dodged the farm fields. A hop, skip, and then a full run. The dampeners were amazing. I should be jostling about inside this empty dome and holding on for dear life as the Goliath sprinted across the landscape, but the floor barely shifted underneath my feet.
“Goliath, how do I control you?” I asked. I heard Jill’s exasperated huff, knowing she was still on the connection.
Goldie turned his whole body sideways in a tilt. I grunted, unimpressed by the display.
“Slow pace, increase arrival time,” I said.
The timer jumped up to six minutes.
“Spin torso east,” I said. The torso spun around, with the legs still walking west. “Full volley, max distance, fire.”
Teal light streaked out of a dozen ports on the machine. Goliath rocked backwards and then slowed. My display showed that I had depleted the power reserves. They recovered at a steady rate, a blue bar on the display filling back up, with a quickly increasing percentage shown off to the side.