by Jamie Hawke
Threed cleared her throat to break the silence, then added, “What’s next for you?”
“Oh, it’s just begun,” Andromida shook her head. “Someone made me into this creature of revenge, someone needs to answer for that.”
“I assume you have somewhere to start?” I asked.
She nodded. “The first place I went after my people were destroyed was the ancient pyramids of Gurstrad.”
Sakurai sucked in her breath at that, and her sister’s eyes were wide.
“I’m guessing that’s not a place one goes for vacation or sightseeing,” I said.
“It’s definitely not,” Andromida replied. “But I’d heard one of my mentors went out that way, and at that time I was alone, lost, hopeless… helpless, I thought I’d go out there to see if I could find this ex-mentor of mine. It’s there I was captured, and there they experimented on me. That’s where I became… this. But now I mean to return, to put an end to what’s happening out there… and I still hope to find my old mentor. I believe he will have the key to finding our way to Abaddon.”
“Why hasn’t he helped before?” I asked.
“Because,” she replied with a glare, “he betrayed us. I meant to get revenge on him, but he was the only one where I just couldn’t do it. If he refuses me now, his chance of being passed by again are slim.”
“Good luck, then,” I said, trying to not show how overwhelmed her life made me feel, then thrust out my hand.
Navani reached over and moved my hand aside, addressing the woman. “This can’t be good bye. You’re one of us, one of the sisters.”
Andromida stared as if she’d spoken a foreign language, then simply sighed. “As soon as we have the Per-Neter figured out, I must use it to get me where I need to be.”
“And the fact that you’re one of the half-sisters?”
This time Andromida didn’t say anything, but instead walked over to the mini-pyramid and began inspecting it.
“She just… she ignored me,” Navani said, outraged. “That’s unacceptable.”
“Is it?” Sacrada said with a laugh. “Listen, you tell people this bullshit about us and our role in saving the universe, and maybe we come because we believe you, but most likely it’s to do our part to help, not because we necessarily believe you.”
“You don’t believe me?”
Sacrada frowned and looked away.
Threed shrugged and said, “Hey, you took me away from the shithole I was in and told me I not only got to ride this guy’s dick raw, but that I can kill baddies and travel all over in a space ship? I’ve never even thought once about actually getting pregnant—if it happens, wow, crazy… cool! But I doubt it.”
“Sakurai?” Navani said, turning to the last of them.
“Huh.” She looked at me, then back to Navani and said, “Sure, I believe you.”
“What?” her sister asked.
“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to have a baby, so that makes it easier. Part of why I got into the line of work I was in—I knew I’d never have the patience to find relationships and hope it worked out, so figured the more I fuck, the more my chances are of actually getting pregnant, as low as those chances are for any of us. Some crazy lady with blue eyes comes along and says this dude has a better chance of getting me pregnant because of who his biological mom and dad were, I have more reason to believe her than not.”
“So why aren’t you fucking him right now?” Sacrada protested
“I already have, but now? Now because I’m walking on eggshells and have a crazy sister who thinks it should be when she gives the go ahead, and I don’t want to piss her off.”
“Go for it!” Sacrada said, throwing her hands out like she surrendered. “Shit, don’t let me get in between his cock and your pussy.”
“I can’t tell if you’re serious, or just saying that because you’re angry.”
“Of course I’m angry,” Sacrada protested.
“Why?” Threed asked, flinching as they both turned on her. “Sorry, but… seriously, why?”
“I… I don’t know!” Sacrada said. “Because my sister here thought I was holding her back. If this is real and we actually are doing this, then we’ve wasted too much time already. I don’t want that on my conscience, so get in there you two and fuck like bunnies again. Please, by all means.”
“Only if you agree to do it next,” Sakurai replied.
I had to adjust my pants, and yeah, everyone noticed.
“You want me to fuck Drew?” Sacrada motioned to me as if I was some ride at a theme park she was being challenged to get on.
“I do,” Sakurai replied, hands on hips.
“How about you, Drew?” Sacrada said, turning on me. “Is this how you’d want it?”
“Honestly, not ex—” I started, but Threed’s laughter cut me off.
“By Oram,” Threed said, pulling herself together. “You all are ridiculous. If one of you doesn’t take him into the back room right now, I sure as hell will.”
Honestly, with the way she’d handled me last time, I kind of wanted a break from her rough style, so looked back at the sisters to see where they stood on the matter. To my surprise, Sakurai was storming over to me. She grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me along with her. Hell, I certainly wasn’t struggling.
25
As I left with Sakurai, Sacrada was glaring, Navani smiling like she’d won, and Threed just laughing again.
I passed through the door of the room Sakurai had dragged me to and waited for it to close behind us before pulling my arm free and telling Sakurai to wait.
“No,” she said. “They’re right. We’ve wasted too much time already. Once is not nearly enough—not if the mission is legitimate. We should be going at it every chance we get.”
“But like this?” I asked. “Last time was sort of pushed on us by Threed, and, I don’t know, maybe it should be more natural.”
“Does it matter?”
I frowned, took a breath, and thought about that question. Back on Earth, yeah, it kind of always mattered to me. There were other Marines sleeping with any woman they could, one or two with girls that you could barely call women—but this wasn’t the time to remember those douche bags. For me, I loved sex and had quite a few partners, but not because it hadn’t meant anything. It was just the nature of the job. There was more than once that I felt strong emotions for a woman even when the relationship hadn’t been going that long.
This one time, I remember meeting a woman on deployment in the Orenga section of this planet we’d taken to calling Butterface—a callback to old slang, because none of the women on the planet were attractive. Most Marines still went for them, but were mostly happy with everything but the women’s faces. Horrible, I know. So one time I’m heading down to the planet for a beer, totally not even thinking about finding a woman, unless she happened to be another Marine. Well, turns out there was this cutie there named Em, tight little body, hot face. I could’ve sworn she was at most nineteen, but she showed me an ID to prove she was in her thirties—older than I was at the time. Turns out she was visiting a cousin, and neither of us would be around long enough to form a real relationship. We made it happen though, going all out and having the time of our lives. We danced at a rooftop pool party, fucked on the stairs out back and then again at my hotel room, then showered together before passing out in each other’s arms.
I was smitten, and we made it last another day and a half before she had to leave. To ask me if it mattered was like asking if carrot cake should have frosting—um, hello, carrot cake frosting is the best. Without it, you have carrot bread with too much sugar, is all.
A finger running down my pants pulled me back to the present, and I realized Sakurai was standing there, one hand on my chest, the other working its way down through my recently trimmed bush.
“You kinda spaced out there, big guy,” she said, and then took hold of my erect cock, feeling it in her hand, squeezing it gently and moaning in my ear. “Figured I’d better take
over. Good thing I know how to drive stick.” She moved my dick as if shifting gears and giggled. She started stroking it and kissing my neck, and then repeated the question, “So, our reasoning, the situation… does it matter?”
“Yes,” I said, but then she took my hand and slid it up her shirt, just to her ribs at the edge of her bra.
“Does it matter?” she repeated, hand going to cup my balls.
My hand seemed to have a life of its own, first gently caressing her skin, then moving up and into the cup of her bra. I slid my fingers down and the cup out of the way, letting her breast fall out into my hands.
The door behind us slid open and Threed stood there, grinning. “Holy shit, not even patient enough to find somewhere more private?”
Sakurai laughed and took me by the hand that was on her breast, fixed herself, and said, “Come on, let’s find that room before Threed here asks to join in.”
“You’d love it if I did,” Threed called after us.
The look in Sakurai’s eyes said she might indeed, but she smiled at me and kept moving. “It mattered with her? Or with Navani?”
“Fuck,” I replied, realizing she had a good point. “I guess it was so new, this mission, I hadn’t really had time to think about it.”
“And our first time?”
“It was great, really… but I think I was in the heat of the moment. Hadn’t had time to really consider this, to think it through.”
“Then don’t think.”
My brain tried to cope with all this, to figure out what made the most sense. What was right. Maybe it really didn’t matter? At my lack of response, she frowned.
“Well now I wonder if I should be offended,” she said, turning to the hall that led to her room. We found her door and hesitated. “Listen, if you don’t want me, we don’t have to do this right now”
“It’s not that,” I said, stepping in and placing my hand awkwardly back on her breast, but over the shirt.
She looked at my hand, frowned, then back to me. “What then?”
“Sorry.” I took my hand away, not knowing what to do with it. “It’s… maybe the fact that you did this for money? And now with the prophesy, yeah, it feels like the wrong reasons.”
“I like sex,” she replied. “Besides, I only accepted clients I wanted. Tell me how that’s any different from the girl at the club letting guys buy her drinks and then blowing them out back? How’s that different than the woman who dates lots of guys, sleeping around and having a good ol’ time while debating which she wants to settle down with, if that ever happens? Shit, at least I’m up front about it.”
No words came to me, and I realized that maybe she was making sense.
“What, you have a religious problem with it?” she asked.
“I… no, and maybe I don’t have a problem with it at all. Especially now that you’ve worded it like that.”
“And the fact that we’ve already done it.” She grinned. “I like cock. I especially like yours, and want it in me every way possible. So are we going to prolong this universe saving any longer than we already have?”
“Just… tell me one thing first.”
“Seriously?”
“One thing.” Not that it mattered, but I wanted to feel like I knew her more. “Your favorite dessert?”
“That’s a trick question—too many good choices. But I’m going to go with this bread pudding I had once, the kind with the hard top you break open and pour cream into… or maybe this carrot cake I—”
She couldn’t talk any longer, because my tongue was in her mouth, lips pressed to hers, moving, caressing. Hands tearing at her clothes. Fucking A I wanted this, at least physically, and when she said carrot cake, she had me. She had me at carrot cake.
Her hand slammed against the scanner and a moment late we were in, and two seconds later I was in. She had pulled off my pants and underwear and slipped out of hers all in two brief movements, then laid back and pulled me into her. She grunted and her eyes went wide as she lifted her legs up over my shoulders and grabbed my hands. We were one, thrusting and moving, a wave in the universe flowing toward the perfection of what would be our climax, and as it started to hit, she pulled me out of her and threw me to the bed.
“I was about to—”
“I know,” she interrupted, and then leaned in and grinned. “Not yet.”
She straddled me and started working my cock as she tore off her shirt and bra, giving me the full view. Tight waist, full breasts that shook with each plunge, and then she was squealing, trying to fight it, and she leaped off of me, maneuvering herself around so that she was thrusting her pussy into my face and turning to grab my cock and starting lick it as she said, “I want you to come in my mouth. Do it, do it.”
“Isn’t the point—”
“Fuck the point, I want to taste you. We can make babies next time.” Her mouth took my head and she had both hands working my shaft, giving me no choice.
As my tongue worked its magic on her pussy, I felt shot after shot erupt from my body, heard her moaning as she slurped it up. With my last spasm, she finally let herself go and let out a long, loud, moan, squeezing my thighs as she did so. I kept licking her clit until she pushed off and told me to stop, and we lay there, breathing heavily and just grinning at each other.
“Don’t tell them,” she said, daintily wiping the edge of her mouth.
“I won’t,” I promised with a laugh.
She reached over, hand on mine. “This was special, see? This wasn’t about making a baby, so next time you know it’s not only about that too.”
I nodded. She bit her lip, clearly wanting to say something.
“What?” I asked.
“Just… one more time, would you? Damn, that felt good.” She backed up from me, legs spread, and I didn’t have to think twice. I dove in, all kisses and tongue until she was screaming. Her final orgasm came in the form of her hands gripping my head so hard I thought it would pop, and I was damn glad I kept it shaved or she would’ve ripped out all the hair.
Finally, I pulled back, gave her pussy a playful kiss and a final gentle caress of my tongue, and then looked down. My soldier was back at attention!
She laughed, and shrugged, so we went at it again, though this time neither of us lasted past the third thrust.
“Maybe it’ll work after all,” she said with a shudder, hands gripping my shoulders.
I was doubtful, as a second cum like that usually had less oomph to it, but smiled and said, “Yeah, maybe.”
We grabbed our clothes and while we dressed, she said, “That wasn’t half bad.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying… Okay, maybe I should say it this way—holy fucknuggets, that was unbelievable. You, good sir, know how to fuck.”
I laughed. “That’s preferable.”
“Noted.”
She finished with her shirt and slid on her skirt, then sat back to watch me finish fastening my pants. “You know what’s interesting about you?”
“Not exactly, but I have some guesses.”
“It’s that you’re doing this and don’t seem to worry at all about any of us getting clingy or emotional.”
“I thought I established that I like emotional,” I replied.
She nodded. “But what I really mean is… jealous.”
“Oh.” I was done now, but turned to her, contemplating what she’d just said. “You know, I guess it was the nature of the proposition?”
“But with you wanting to get to know us and all…”
“You think someone will get attached, then jealous?” I ran my hand over my sweaty scalp. “Who, you?”
“Not likely.” She moved for the door, and didn’t even have to look out when it opened before she said, “Her.”
I was surprised to see Threed there, grinning at us.
“Holy hell the noises you two made were hot,” Threed said. “Up for another round, Drew, or do I need to go take care of myself?”
With
a curious glance over to Sakurai, I shook my head. “Sorry, Threed. Twice in that short a window… not likely to get a third.”
“Yeah, no biggie.” Threed was already starting to caress her body as she backed away from us. “Just, if anyone asks where I am, tell them I’m fingerbanging the fuck out of myself.”
I laughed, but she turned around and took off, and it became clear she wasn’t joking.
“How’d you know it would be her?” I asked.
“Didn’t,” Sakurai admitted. “But I heard someone out there making noises—I’m guessing she was already touching herself—and figured I knew why.”
“But she’s all about sharing,” I pointed out. “Even has her replicas join in.”
“Ah, but maybe that’s just her way of having one of you to three of her.”
Damn, it was possible she was right. “Think it will be a problem?”
She started for the showers, and waved to me. “Make sure to keep her pleased, and maybe not. But if you see any weird signs, be careful. Someone like her can be dangerous.”
She disappeared around the corner, and her words got me thinking. Instead of heading straight back to the deck or to wash up, I decided to go check on Threed. I had to get ahead of this, in case it became an issue.
26
The woman hadn’t been lying. When I walked into Threed’s room, she was lying back on her bed, one replica sucking on her tit, the other going to town on her with her fingers. All were completely nude and hot as hell. Threed glanced up, smiled, and started moving her pelvis with the motion, getting into it.
I hesitated for a moment, then stepped in. The replica pulled out her fingers and took a nice, long whiff, then smiled and started touching herself as she watched me place my hand over Threed’s pussy. I simply held it for a moment, moving my fingers along the edges, feeling how wet she was and loving it. We held each other’s gaze and then I slipped my middle and ring finger in, loving the way her left eye twitched, and her follow-on moan. My fingers caressed the inside of her, then I was moving them in and out like I used to as a teen before building up the courage to fuck my girlfriend. There was something about this I only then realized I missed, like a cool breeze on a summer’s day that brings you back to some long-lost memory.