Zent knew a slight grin tipped up one corner of his mouth at the memory.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded, her tone suppressed by uncertainty.
“Just recalling the time you shoved Zavier in the pool.”
“Oh.” Her chin tilted in exactly the same way. “He deserved it.”
Zent waved the bowl of apple berries and caramel sauce beneath her nose to distract her.
“He did deserve it,” Zion piped up.
“I’ll bet,” she drawled with spirit, “you all deserved it.”
“I’ll bet we all did,” Zion agreed, a chuckle in his voice. Moving beside her, his hands still filled with the plate and drink bottles, he leaned over and touched a kiss to her temple, then took a step back. “You are incredibly beautiful, Wendy. I’m glad you’re here.” He’d spoken so sincerely she didn’t say anything as he pivoted away from them.
Dipping in the spoon, Zent lifted out one of the drenched apple berries and placed it close to her lips. “Try,” he encouraged.
“Heavenly smell.” Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. “It’s not like I could shove any of you in the pool now.”
The moment she opened her mouth, Zent slipped the spoon in, wondering what it would feel like if she kissed him with her full ripe mouth because she passionately loved him.
Oh, they’d made out a few times as teenagers, the last time being after his birthday gathering. Suddenly they’d simply clasped hands, and he’d taken her to the one place that was safe and close, where no one would bother them. His parents’ large garage, a back corner beside a window, the best place to watch the twin moons’ rise, and where his mother stored a few pieces of older furniture.
For several hours they’d sat on a thick blanket, leaning against the sturdy-framed couch, their mouths tangling in slow long kisses. For a while their lips locked in a fiery can’t-get-enough of each other pace. It had been as if she danced her lips, her arms, her hands over him. And he had matched her. He hadn’t pushed her for anything more because he hadn’t wanted it to end.
Yet, it had to end. He was leaving in the morning for educational courses. A world away from her across the ocean.
“Heavenly,” she enthused, drawing him out of the reverie as he watched her delight in the taste and chew slowly, then swallow.
“Heavenly,” he repeated, then tasted one. “Another?” he teased with his tone and a tiny wave of the spoon.
“Yes.” She grabbed at the spoon with her mouth, and then delighted in the taste again, her eyes shut.
Leisurely, they took turns feasting on the caramel apple berries until he finally scraped the sides of the bowl for the last of the sauce, and placed the spoon inside her mouth.
“Delicious,” she praised, then sumptuously wiggled her body.
“The finger?” he asked, ready to use one finger to get the last of the sauce.
She hesitated, a shyness crossing over her eyes. When she nodded, he thoroughly wiped the small bowl with his forefinger, and then presented it to her with a smile.
“You are so bad. Although, I’m not resisting.” Leaning forward, she took his whole finger inside her satiny, furnace-hot mouth, sucking off the sauce and making his cock twitch.
.
God, her tongue, talk about heavenly. He stopped himself from imagining her tongue tasting his cock the same way. Glancing up at him, retaliation glittering in her eyes, she began gliding her lips up and down the entire length of his finger. Her tongue played seductively, becoming braver with each stroke.
Suddenly she quit, averting her face, her cheeks pink with her blush. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Yes, you should have.” Zent stared at his own finger as if it were a new paradise in his life.
“I was just trying to get back at you. Even if it was a stupid way to do it.”
“My finger is yours.” He kept his tone light, bantering. “All yours, darling.” He stroked back a swathe of her hair. “How about a tour of the place?”
“How about some actual clothes?”
“How about a tour and you take a look at what we’ve got in the way of acceptable attire?” Even though her body posture was prickly, he lifted her from the counter, setting her down on her feet.
“What about my costumes?” Her voice razored him. “If I don’t get to dance, they can’t be left at the club.”
“If I know Zavier, he’s probably got it on his mental to-do list.”
She released a long breath and didn’t balk when he placed his arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward the penthouse rooms that weren’t their private domains. They were just moving into a bar and party area with several sunken levels and a faux fireplace, when the boom cracked around them. She jumped against his side, clinging, the blanket forgotten and slipping.
“Another RedMaverick?” Her voice quavered.
Zent clutched her against him, feeling ferociously protective. “No. A hail of meteors or small asteroids. The magnetic field around us blows them apart into smithereens. That’s the sound you hear.”
Several blasts reverberated around them and she kept herself glued against him.
“Big meteors. Zotorro or Zion must have upped the field’s strength level. Come on, Wendy, I’ll show you.” He urged her toward the highest balcony, which had been designed to view the sky outside, and from inside if the weather was poor.
“Holy hell, I hope Chrontropolis doesn’t burn like it has in the past.”
“Zavier and the Rangers will be on the lookout. And several of the other Super Brethren installed magnetic field devices. That will destroy a lot of them before they strike and burn.”
She’d recovered the blanket and they moved up the decorative ramp toward the translucent dome covering the inside and outside of the balcony. Slender sprays of fiery ash plumed upwards, disintegrating fast.
“Neat,” she exclaimed, once they stood directly beneath the dome.
“This is almost the highest point. There’s a much larger domed room at the very top.”
“I remember it used shine like a second sun when the light hit it just right.”
Zent nodded, brushing his palm over her covered shoulder. “Zion keeps a strong force field over it now and redirects the light. It’s a likely target.”
“Wow. It looks like a strange sparse rain. Before the meteors hit the field. Do you think it’s a natural shower, given the way the weather’s been altered, or somehow another way for the World Force to attack us with their advanced technology frequencies?”
“We don’t know. Zion is analyzing the data readings with some of the tech-knowledgeable Brethren.”
She kept her gaze fastened on the dreary afternoon sky, the constant hail of meteors arcing downward, some of them glowing red specks.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sadness.” Her tiny vulnerable voice had him vowing to do whatever it took to make her happy once she completely belonged to all four of them.
“I don’t think any of us ever will.” Zent squeezed her shoulders tenderly. “We move on. Grab whatever happiness we can and make the most difference we can.”
“Yeah. It just hurts beyond bearing. Sometimes.”
A succession of small booms blasted close to the dome, the enormous sound surrounding them. Huge threads of ash shot skyward, and rapidly dissipated. Both their gazes captured, they watched until the spark-like shower vanished.
“Wendy,” he began as she whipped around in his hold.
“Wowza, look at that!”
The Harbinger gleamed like a full moon, twice its previous size. The intensity of the bluish light radiated outward, brightening the sky in a way that hadn’t been seen for several years. Utterly transfixed, they both stood unmoving as the spokes of light gradually faded away. The Harbinger’s size diminished, yet appeared to be a bit larger than before.
“I wonder what that means.” Her whisper sang with awe, and she leaned back into his embrace.
“It means you belong here,” he
only partially teased, rocking her gently.
“Maybe it means you won’t be immune to my flame.” He heard the scowl in her tone.
“Maybe it means we’ll all be completely irresistible to you. From now on.”
She remained silent for so long, her gaze trained on the Harbinger, Zent began to worry. He lightly caressed her shoulders.
“Maybe it means there will be babies again. I don’t know one woman who has been pregnant since the sun has been lost behind the ash and cloud haze.”
“Fertility depends on enough sunlight.”
“Of course, now is not the time. Most people couldn’t care for a baby.”
“No, now is not the time. For any of us.” Zent drew in a large breath. “Wendy, we’re all sterile. We think it’s a temporary condition related to our physical changes.”
“But no one knows for sure, do they?” she asked, her words hurried.
“None of us knows for certain, no.”
“How did you find out?”
“Testing our blood for chemical changes. So far every superman we’ve tested is sterile.”
“What about men who haven’t changed?”
“A lessening of potency. Down about thirty-five percent, as far as we can tell. We haven’t tested that many.”
“What about superwomen?”
“Everything is normal. Except for not ovulating.” He slipped his palm up the side of her neck, stroking.
She nodded a fragile movement. “I think I fit in that category.” She sighed with both resignation and acceptance. “Not that it matters. I don’t want to bring a child into the world the way it is now.”
“There’s something else.” He caressed up and down her neck and shoulder. “We’re not aging. Not the way it used to be.”
She started. “What do you mean, exactly?”
“The blood chemistry analysis, there are no aging factors.” Zent slid his thumb over the soft flesh behind her earlobe, then caressed along her jaw. “By the time Dad was Zavier’s age his sideburns had just turned salt and pepper. Wendy, Zavier looks younger now than he did several years ago.”
“I thought it was his more muscular physique. That extra super glisten all of you have now.”
“That too, darling.” Zent pressed his lips on the rim of her ear, and then tenderly nibbled.
“Oh, no,” she moaned. “Not the ear.” She reached back, her hands spiking passionately into his hair.
“Smitten with the kitten,” he teased. Grazing the inner shell of her ear with his lips, he smoothed his hands down her sides, her curves bewitching him.
“Zent.”
The breathy passion of her voice sent bolts of need up his loins, and jolted his cock to full-standing attention. Sweeping the blanket away from her with long strokes, he captured the rim of her ear with his teeth, and slowly tugged several times. She keened a whimper that shot through his cock and balls like lightning. Fisting his hair, she shoved her butt against the apex of his thighs.
“Wendy.” Zent covered her luscious breasts with his hands, shaping them over and over with his palms. She writhed against him, her body as sultry as when she danced.
“Oh God.” She pulled on his hair, pure desire. “I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get you inside me. Please.”
Her body sinuous with seduction, she turned in his arms. Zent swept his hands down her silky heated skin to grasp her waist, and she sprang upwards as he lifted her. Her legs twined around his waist like an earth goddess ready for his seed. He groaned against her mouth as she tightened her arms around his neck. Through his pants he felt the blistering wetness of her kwim pressed against his cock’s head.
Nipping her mouth, Zent splayed his hands over her better-than-heaven butt cheeks. Knowing how he wanted her, the taut ripeness of her teats available to his mouth, he carried her back down the ramp toward their front room. Enticing her fevered passion, he teased and nibbled her mouth, answering the play of her lips.
“Are you going to give it to me?” she pleaded. Impatiently, she rode his cock’s head with her heated sex folds.
For an instant Zent wondered if it was only a wet dream to ease his hard-as-hell cock. No, she was all too real, every soft incredible curve of her. The stab of her nipples, the flowing feel of her hair as he lowered her before him, stoked him to blazing. He uttered a low growl as he slid out of his shirt, and then shoved his pants down, stepping out of them.
“I’m going to bounce you up and down on my cock. And taste your teats.” Gripping her chin, he raised her face. Her eyes were impassioned mist and blue-green sea beneath his stern gaze. “Do you understand?”
A flicker of apprehension glimmered. Before she could react against him, Zent encircled her waist with his grip and sat down on the deep leather chair. Handling her as if she was his slave, only there to do his carnal bidding, he lifted her high. Her legs parted of their own volition, and he lanced his cock into her slick hole. She shuddered like a wild thing, her eyelids closing in surrender while her tits shook, beautiful pale globes and all his. Her reddened nipples grew hard, strawberry ripe before his gaze, and he grabbed one inside his mouth, suckling and feasting on her.
She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. Seizing her hips as if he owned every inch of her, he slowly and deliberately moved her up and down his cock. Gradually he struck deeper inside her as he sucked her nipple with brutish demand. She tasted like fire and blossoms. The things he wanted to do to her. Often. Over and over.
He sank his teeth into her nipple briefly. She squealed and fought his hold as his cock drove up inside her. Reluctantly, her juicy little sheath accepted him, convulsing delicately.
“Give me your breasts,” he ordered. “Arch to my mouth.” Sliding his hands downward, he squeezed her butt, commanding her.
Her breath hitched inward, and then she heaved out another breath. A moment later, she thrust her tits at him, her thighs tightening around his and sending more shock waves of lust through him.
Gripping her hard, her nipple secured in his mouth, he pumped her up and down on his steel rod of a cock with vigorous long strokes. Switching from teat to teat, he nursed on her jiggling breasts, pulling and sucking as he desired. Tiny moans escaped her lips, and she clung to his shoulders, consumed by her own need.
When he heard Zion and Zotorro enter the room, he lessened the pace, fucking her leisurely. Her hole was a furnace of pleasure gliding up and down his shaft, and he worked her nipples with the long rough sucks of his entire mouth and tongue. She rewarded him, eagerly giving her teats to him, her body pliant with passion.
“Zent, brother, yeah, give it to her all the way.” Zion’s lust-roughened voice urged him on. “That’s it. Take her sweet hole.”
“To the core, to the core,” Zotorro chanted. “Pump her. Man alive, what a great ass. Both her cheeks are round as the twin moons above. Give me some.”
“You want a ride against her ass, once Zent gets her primed for us?” Zion darkly rasped.
“You know it. Once I lick her hot sweet bud, lap up her juices.”
To Zent, his youngest brother sounded like a stud dragonhorse raging to escape the corral for a mare in heat.
“Hey, brother, you want some help milking her tits?” Zion growled his own ravenous libido.
Knowing Zion wanted his hands on Wendra’s breasts; Zent released her large barrel-shaped nipple and raised his head. Shoving her down hard, holding her tight against his crotch, he watched her eyelids flutter open and felt her squirm, then try to rock on the length of his cock. “Yeah, grab her tits, feed me. I’m gonna explode soon, she’s so good.”
“I’ll make it extra good for you.” From behind Wendra, Zion smoothed his palms on the sides of her breasts, possessing their swollen fullness. Manipulating her creamy flesh, he teased one nipple over Zent’s lips.
She moaned, and then desperately strained to ride his cock and shove her teat inside his mouth.
“Look at her. So eager for it,” Zotorro ho
arsely enthused.
The moment Zent latched onto her nipple, Zion took the giant bud away. He began playing a game of keeping her teat barely out of the reach of Zent’s mouth or tongue, while he fondled her breasts.
Frustrated and wanton, she cried out, and then fought harder to buck on his cock.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Give Zent’s lust tool a real work out.” Zion squeezed her tits together so her nipples were aimed at Zent’s mouth.
Grunting, Zent grabbed with his teeth. She squealed as he bit down, wildly attempting to thrust her hips. Keeping his teeth like a vise, he tongued her teat with his own desperation, while his hands roughly slid back and forth on her hips, and along her luscious thighs. Knowing his cock would explode like a geyser, if he let her really ride him, Zent prolonged his time with her.
“We can train her to give us just what we want,” Zotorro rasped, awe in his voice.
“What do you want, brother?” Zion darkly encouraged. “Come on, milk both her teats. I want to see it.”
Switching from one nipple to the other, Zent deeply suckled, rhythmically pressing his nose into the incredibly soft swell of her breast. Her heat-fragrant breasts. He knew he was in love with her smell. He was in love with her. His cock begged like a starving beast to finish, to spurt his seed inside her.
Her whimpers of pleasure, the dewy perspiration of her skin forced him over the edge, into the black depths of the abyss. He grunted like a damn barbarian, stud-arched his hips, and blew his cock. His climax beat ecstasy through his loins, then through his veins.
“Wendy.”
Riding his cock with a sensual frenzy, she burst her bliss around him. Her orgasm stilled her body and gloved his cock tightly. With crying whimpers, she rode him softly and his own pleasure skyrocketed once again. He clutched her hips and hoped to hell he wasn’t bruising her.
God, she felt so fucking good. He wasn’t certain heaven could ever compare.
Stroking his hands over her thighs, he gradually opened his eyes. The primal gleam in Zion’s gaze made the green of his eyes supernaturally radiant. He caressed her beautiful shape with tenderness, slowly sweeping his hands over her body. His Wendy’s face reminded him of a content madonna ecstatically contemplating the Divine.
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