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by Merrell Michael


  "You want me." I said. "To be that hero."

  "The corporation has their version of what happened on that mission." He said. "They feel that you went in on an impossible rescue mission, to find survivors in the Chimeran capitol. Once you found that none were left alive, you activated a nuclear weapon, to destroy an enemy stronghold. Somehow you survived."

  "Thats a load of shit." I said. "There were survivors. They tried to kill me, and they did kill one of the soldiers. And the bomb was dropped from orbit. I didn't have anything to do with that."

  "But who knows that?" Gibbs said. "You know that. No one else. No one else made it out of that city alive."

  "There has to be a record." I said. "A video feed, somewhere."

  "There isnt." Gibbs said. "And if there were such a thing? No one will see it."

  "What kind of medal?" I asked.

  "Something called the CMH."

  My asshole puckered. The CMH was the Congressional Medal of Honor. It was the same design for centuries, and was the militaries highest honor. The citation for it always read "for valorous service above and beyond the call of duty." What that meant in plain terms was that it was almost always awarded posthumously.

  "Thats some kind of hero." I said.

  "Stick with us, kid." Gibbs said. "You'll go places." An Avatar loaded into disneyworld, in front of us.

  It was Shayiza.

  It was a human version of Shayiza, but it was recognizable as her all the same. Her blue skin had translated into a light mocha, her slight alien features had turned into slight african-american ones. We met in a passionate embrace. People around us started to clap. I realized what the must have made of us, A Marine in his uniform, meeting his wife or girlfriend in Disneyworld.

  We stayed there all day. We rode every ride in the park. Shayiza was bored with space mountain, but the final dip on Splash mountain took her completely by suprise. I took stock in the little things. Mr. Toads wild ride. The Dumbo ride. Things I remembered from my childhood. We had spent time on the Disney server once a year. When the server turned to night we held each other and watched the fireworks display.

  "Is this what Earth is like?" She asked.

  "Parts of it." I said. "This is more like what Disney is like, or used to be."

  "Who was Disney?" She asked. "What sort of man was he?"

  "He created these characters." I told her.

  "The animals?"

  "Yes. He made these cartoons about them- moving pictures."

  "And was this where he lived?"

  "I don't think so. I think this was something else he made. Somewhere for people to come and have a good time."

  "The people are what make it a good time." Shayiza said. "This is the way people were at home, in the Worldtree. They were happy. I haven't seen your people like this before, Ryan. Most of the time they exist in a haze of frustration. They do not see."

  She grew quiet, after that. We logged off together, and she gave me the the co-ords to her room. I followed my mobile's breadcrumb trail. When I got there it was indeed an executive suit. Roomy and comfortable, and well decorated.

  She was in the bedroom, waiting for me.

  EIGHTEEN

  Ryan carried her into his bedroom. She kissed his face and held him close. Starlight shone through the windows that dominated the apartment.

  Ryan lay her gently down on the massive oak bed. Shayiza pulled him towards her. She pulled his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. Her hands explored his bare shoulders and chest.

  Their lips locked together as each undressed the other. Ryan's shorts and boxers fell to the floor. Shayiza's blouse came unbuttoned and her breasts heaved with each laboured breath. Ryan's hands brushed against her erect nipples before coming back to pinch them gently.

  Shayiza's hands went to Ryan's bare ass as he unzipped her shorts and pushed them down along with her panties. He lay atop her, bared physically and emotionally. He could feel her breasts pressed flat against his chest.

  She pushed him back and sat up, shedding the rest of her clothes. Shayiza took an admiring gaze at her childhood friend, standing there naked in the darkness. The moon illuminated his figure, basking him in a deep blue light. Her eyes settled on his face, almost angelic in its compassion and wisdom.

  Ryan stared back, lost in Shayiza's beauty. She propped herself up on her elbows and pushed herself back on the bed, resting against his pillows. Her hand was extended. Inviting.

  With a quickness bourne of lust and desire, Ryan lunged at her and she pulled him close, their naked forms melting together. Shayiza kissed him deeply, her tongue wrapping around his. Her hands brushed against his back before settling on his buttocks, pulling him close.

  Ryan's lips left a wet trail again across Shayiza's cheek and down her neck to her collarbone, but he didn't stop there. Cupping a breast in each hand, Ryan kissed down her chest before settling on one of her nipples. She cried out and pushed her bosom forward into Ryan's eager mouth.

  He continued to explore her body with his hands and with his mouth. Biting. Nibbling. Caressing. He could feel the warmth of her sex against him. Inviting.

  Ryan pulled her close and lifted her off the bed. With one hand he brushed some of the pillows to the floor and pulled the comforter and sheets down. He lay her back on the bed, kneeling above her. His cock was fully erect and she took it in one hand, pulling him down with the other.

  She guided him towards her, kissing his cheek, breathing in his ear. Shayiza rubbed his cockhead against her clit and labia, sending a shiver up her spine.

  Ryan kissed her deeply again. She continued to rub him against her steaming sex. He was tumescent.

  "I need you inside me," Shayiza whispered.

  "Condom," Ryan managed to grunt.

  "I'm on the pill," she replied desperately. He pushed his cock forward into her.

  She arched her back and moaned with pleasure. Shayiza bit her lip as Ryan's cock filled her up. Slowly. Deliberately.

  When he was all the way inside her, Ryan looked down at his lover. Her body glistened with sweat and desire. Her eyes were closed. He pulled back and thrust in again. Her mouth fell open.

  Ryan built a rhythm, alternating a few hard thrusts with a few soft strokes. Shayiza spread her legs so she could take all of Ryan's erection inside her. Her hands gripped his muscular shoulders. He held himself up with one arm and cupped one of her breasts with the other hand.

  "You . . . feel . . . so . . . good," Shayiza managed between strokes. Ryan smiled and pulled back so only the tip of his head was inside her. Then, without warning, he thrust deep and hard. Shayiza bit his shoulder and dug her nails into his back, not for the last time.

  She bucked against him, matching his stride, grinding her clit against the top of his cock. Ryan grunted with a primal pleasure on every stroke. Faster and faster. Shayiza absorbed each thrust and felt her own orgasm building.

  Ryan felt his cock tightly in the grip of Shayiza's velvety sex. He could feel it contracting around his swollen head. He knew she was close. So was he. Ryan pumped her pussy hard. Faster and faster.

  Shayiza arched her back one last time as the waves of her orgasm overtook her. Ryan saw her eyes roll back into her head and then he started to cum with her.

  She bucked against him and pulled him deeper inside.

  Ryan felt her warm juices around his throbbing cock, flooding her tight sex. Then his head exploded inside her. The room started to spin.

  They each let out one final gasp, consumed by their passion. He could still feel her pussy squeezing his cock, even as her orgasm subsided. There was a ringing in his ears and he could hear his cock pumping the last of his thick cum into her.

  Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her. The room continued to spin and then went dark.

  "I love you," she whispered.

  Ryan didn't know how long he was out. It may have been a few seconds. I may have been a minute or two. He was still inside her. She was absently running her fingertips al
ong his back, top to bottom, then in small circles around his shoulder blades. Her gentle touch gave him goosebumps.

  Ryan blinked himself back to consciousness. He started to pull himself up, but she held him close.

  "Don't leave me."

  "Am I squishing you?" he asked.

  "No. You feel wonderful right where you are." Shayiza's eyes were closed. A slight smile only hinted at the depth of the pleasure she felt from her head to her toes.

  Ryan stared at her beautiful face, glowing in the soft moonlight. He kissed her gently. Their bodies were covered in perspiration. The room reeked of sex.

  She kissed him back before opening her eyes and staring back at him. Neither spoke for a long time.

  "What have we done?" he finally asked.

  She closed her eyes. A sad look flashed across her face. Then she smiled. "After tonight, we can never be friends again."

  "I know. What do—?"

  Shayiza put her finger over Ryan's lips. "Shhhhhhh . . . let's talk about that later."

  "Over breakfast?"

  "I'm planning on sleeping through breakfast," she replied. "How about over lunch?"

  "Deal."

  "Now, come here." She pulled him close again. He felt his cock stir with a renewed passion. She felt it, too. "You must really like me; I know you haven't taken any ED pills today and you're already to go again. "E-what?"

  Shayiza giggled. "ED. Erectile dysfunction. Viagra."

  "Before I'm done, you'll wish I had erectile dysfunction!" he teased.

  They fell together again.

  The next morning, Ryan did something he hadn't done in years: he overslept.

  And Shayiza woke up in the same place that she would each morning for the next three years: in the arms of the Love of Her Life.

  They missed their lunch conversation and he cooked her dinner in bed.

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  "Oh, god . . . oh, god . . . Oh . . . GAAWWWWWDD!!!!," Shayiza buried her face in the pillow as Ryan pounded into her.

  All he could manage was a grunt.

  "Harder . . . harder . . . do . . . it . . . HARD . . . ER!," she arched her back and felt Ryan put his hand on her shoulders. He pressed all of his weight down on her, pushing her into the bed with each thrust. Her breasts were pressed flat against the sheets, and with Ryan's weight bearing down on her ass, she felt as if she was being split in two. It was glorious.

  With one hand, Shayiza braced herself against the headboard and rubbed herself furiously with the other. She could feel Ryan's balls slapping against her. Her ass stung with every thrust.

  Ryan let out a loud moan and she knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Shayiza arched her back as their orgasms overtook them. Ryan's cock erupted. She felt the familiar warm flood of his cum as it mixed with her own. She bucked against him one final time, trying to milk the last of his cum out of the cock that was buried inside her.

  Ryan rolled to the side and she turned with him, keeping his semi-erect sex within her soft folds. She glanced over her shoulder and saw his eyes flutter. Shayiza smiled and took his hand within hers, then placed it on her breast.

  Contentedly, she lay there, spooning with her unconscious lover, holding his arms tight around her.

  After a few seconds, Ryan stirred. He lifted his head off the pillow. "How long this time?"

  "Not long, just a few seconds," she turned her head and kissed him tenderly. She pressed her ass against him and wiggled. "Think you can do it again? Want to go for four in a row?"

  Ryan groaned. "I'm only one man."

  "Sissy."

  Ryan smacked her playfully on the backside.

  "Don't start that unless you mean it," Shayiza slid Ryan's flaccid cock out of her and then turned to face him. He rolled onto his back. She cuddled up against her lover and kissed him again. "Now where were we?"

  "I think you were about to rub my neck," Ryan said.

  "I thought I'd rub something else," she purred. She ran her nails down his stomach.

  "Give me a minute, will you?"

  "What's wrong, Ryan, old age catching up with you?" she teased and kissed him again.

  Ryan picked her up to carry her across the threshold to his—to their—apartment. "Welcome home."

  Shayiza kissed him deeply as he stood in the hallway. He tasted her tears.

  All the way to the bedroom, she tried to undress Ryan, but he wouldn't put her down. Finally, he set her on the bed where she pounced on him. Shayiza covered his face with kisses. Soft pecks. Wet. Deep. Sloppy. Her tongue snaked into his mouth.

  She pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. She pulled at her own clothes, tearing at the buttons and then set to undressing Ryan. His shirt came of, but he wouldn't let her go any further. There was a wickedly pernicious glint in his eye.

  He sat up and pulled her close. One hand cupped a wondrous, naked breast. His mouth went to the other. Ryan made circles around her nipple with his tongue, causing it to stand up. Then he blew softly on it and it hardened immediately. Shayiza shivered. He bit softly and she moaned with pleasure.

  Ryan kissed his way back her chest, to her collarbone, then her neck and under her chin. He breathed in her ear. "Do you trust me?"

  "Of course, I do," she moaned.

  "Good."

  Ryan put his feet on the floor and stood, still holding his lover in his arms. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed his shoulders. He turned and sat her on the bed, which was just the right height for him if he wanted to have her right then. But he didn't.

  "Close your eyes," he whispered, squeezing Shayiza's erect nipple.

  His hands left her for a second when she felt something around her head, covering her eyes. It was soft. Silky. Ryan tied the blindfold and kissed her again. He had something else in his hands. Shayiza felt more silk being tied to each wrist.

  Ryan guided her to the center of the bed and pushed her flat on her back. He placed a pillow under her head. His fingers ran the length of her body, their feather touches causing the hairs on her skin to stand up. Gently, he pulled her skirt and panties down.

  She lay naked, fully exposed and blind. Vulnerable. But with Ryan, none of that mattered. Her trust in him was complete.

  Even if she knew he was up to no good.

  She heard him shed the rest of his clothes and felt him cuddle up next to her. His fingers continued to trace lines on her body. Unable to see, the rest of her senses seemed heightened. His touch tickled and aroused her.

  "I am going to make love to you," Ryan said, kissing her shoulder. "If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just say 'stop'. Do you understand?"

  "Yes," she moaned softly.

  "Say it."

  "I understand," she purred.

  "Good."

  Ryan straddled her chest, his hardening cock resting between her breasts. He took her hands and made Shayiza cup her tits, then she squeezed them together around his engorged sex. His hips moved forward ever so slightly and she felt the head of his cock slip out from between her breasts and under her chin. He continued with several short strokes, playing with her nipples.

  She felt a hand lift her head forward and found the head of Ryan's cock at her lips. They parted for him eagerly. She tried to put her hands on his ass, meaning to draw him deeper into her mouth, but he pulled on the ties around her wrists and her arms fell away from him.

  Keeping up the same short strokes in her mouth instead of between her breasts, Ryan tied the bonds on each wrist to the posts on his headboard. Shayiza lay there, helpless. Completely at his mercy.

 

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