Her eyes steadied on him. “What do you think?”
A deep breath first raised and then lowered his chest. “I see basically two options.”
She nodded. “First one?”
“Savannah is the best illusionist I’ve ever seen and is either a con artist, delusional or crazy.” He put the wine glasses down on the kitchen island.
“Or psychotic,” Sheila agreed.
“Yes, or psychotic. Or maybe even some combination thereof.”
“That flashing is one hell of an illusion,” Sheila continued. “Of course we’ve seen it before, but to have her demonstrate and get out the door…”
“Deadbolt still locked, yes. She’s shown me this flash a few times before we got to you two.” He looked down at his hands. “The woman is charismatic and beautiful. Certainly two things that could distract us if she is somehow performing a trick.”
“Again, that’s one hell of a trick.” Sheila began pouring the wine. “What’s your second option?”
His eyes showed fear. “I hope she’s an illusionist.”
Three glasses full, Sheila stopped pouring and locked her eyes on his. A shiver passed through her body strong enough that it seemed Gerald felt it too. “That’s what I’m thinking, too.”
“I don’t want to think about the other option.”
Sheila nodded her agreement and filled the last glass. “I always thought it would be cool to meet an alien.”
“Not so cool when Armageddon is staring back at us.”
“And you’re in love with her.”
“Until yesterday I had no idea how much. I haven’t enjoyed being with anyone since that night.”
Walking around the island to him, she wrapped him in a tight hug and laid her head against his chest. “I understand. Sure I like playing with other guys, but without Nigel it just isn’t the same.”
He returned the hug.
Releasing him, she picked up two glasses and handed them to him. Then she picked up the other two glasses, herself. Raising one, she let out a quiet sigh. “Well then. Here’s to beautiful and sexy illusionists, and those who love them.”
VIII
Savannah was fascinated how Nigel was still able to keep a sense of humor about these things, when only moments before she and Gerald had sat in the tiny condo kitchen and explained everything.
“I'm an alien,” Savannah had said earlier with direct eye contact to Nigel.
Nigel laughed. “We've been through this. We know you're Canadian, but...”
“She's not Canadian,” Gerald interrupted. His full bearded face was very serious.
Sheila's eyes slowly widened. The last time she had seen Savannah was riding Gerald at their swingers club. Savannah had started glowing and then vanished. Normally, Sheila was a skeptic on things like religion and alien life but she had seen this happen. “You mean alien as in...?” Those widened eyes looked up at the ceiling.
“Mexican?” Nigel asked with a slight whimper in his voice. He opened his mouth to say more, but seemed to think better of it at first.
Tom Petty continued singing from the stereo speakers. It seemed he was completely uninterested in the conversation going on.
“Why are you telling us this?” Nigel asked.
Savannah laid her hand over top of Gerald's on the table and squeezed. “We want you to come with us.”
Nigel laughed. “On your spaceship? Unbefuckinglievalbe.” His eyes narrowed. “This flashing is impressive, but…"
Then the wine was served.
Savannah could sense the fear rising in the three humans. Hard as her story might be to believe, it seemed they had seen enough to consider the idea.
Sheila, after three more bottles of wine, led the group to the bedroom and pulled out two large suitcases.
“How long do we have?” Sheila pulled open the top of her dresser and pulled out her underwear.
“Make sure you bring those dark-purple frilly ones,” Nigel suggested.
“Nigel, I'm not bringing sexy underwear.”
“We have a little time,” Savannah said. “My shuttle will arrive in just under two weeks. It’s been sitting in a low orbit around Saturn since I first got here.”
“When did you first get here?” Gerald asked. With arms crossed over his chest, he leaned back against the doorframe to keep himself from collapsing.
“When you found me on the side of the road, I’d been here about twelve hours.”
“Wow, and how did you get so injured?”
“Remember Oscar?” Savannah gave a sly grin.
“You fell from the sky?”
“Well, I fell from forty or fifty feet in the air, not forty-thousand.”
“I saw that news report.” Nigel zipped up the case on the bed and moved it to the floor. “You’ve baffled the FBI with the man dropping from the sky.”
“It will baffle them further if they ever identify him,” Gerald added.
“They might identify him,” Savannah agreed, “but they won’t have much time to be baffled.”
Eyes looking up from his suitcase, Nigel studied her. “Two weeks until your ship arrives, then?”
“I’d bring it down sooner, but need to wait until we have a distraction so we can get out without air interference.”
“Interference?” Sheila looked confused. “You mean that this attack by…um…Graven?”
Savannah nodded.
“…will keep the military busy enough so we can move without trouble.”
“Yes, it would be difficult to get us on the shuttle if we’re being shot at by fighter jets,” Savannah said.
“Is there any way we could stop him?” Nigel asked.
The room was silent for a few moments.
“Nigel,” Savannah said gently. It seemed obvious to her, but scolding would not be the right tone to say this. “Considering what you’ve seen me do and now know that I’ve done, what would you propose we do to stop an invading force of warriors like myself?”
Nigel sighed and his shoulders drooped. “I don’t know, I just…” The next sound he made sounded like a hiccup, but his hands quickly rubbing away any trace of budding tears in his eyes proved what it actually was.
Savannah stepped towards him and hugged him. “I’m sorry, Nigel. This isn’t what was supposed to happen at all.”
“Good, lay down.”
Again, all stopped and looked at him.
“I’m not sucking your cock, Nigel,” Savannah reminded.
He shrugged to defend his thought. “If we have an orgasm you kill us, right?”
She nodded. “Well, I can kill you. Would be difficult not to as my instinct kicks in when I feel it.”
“But you never said we can't give you an orgasm.” He turned his gaze to Sheila. “She's taking us into space, I figure it is the least that we can do. Besides, I really think she needs the stress relief.”
This time Savannah was speechless.
“He has a point,” Gerald agreed. “You do look stressed. Understandable, of course.”
“I'm with them,” Sheila chirped in as well. “Think we all could use some stress relief.”
Savannah laughed. Outnumbered she may have been, but it would have been easy for her to take all three if she really wanted to. As she thought about it, she really could use the relief. “Okay, then. Should I undress first?”
“Nope.” Gerald stepped behind her and started tugging her t-shirt up and over her head, stopping briefly to squeeze her breasts. He then unclipped her bra and pulled it off as well.
Nigel went in front to pop open the button on her jeans and pull them down, only to get stuck on the boots.
“Silly goof,” Sheila giggled and shook her head at Nigel. She pushed Savannah to sit on the bed and pulled her boots off, then the jeans and underwear.
All these dressed people surrounding her, and not a stitch of clothing on Savannah.
Gerald sat on the bed behind her, with a leg on each side, and pulled her back to lean against him.
Sheila, being she was already down there, began with fingers opening up Savannah's pussy lips to allow access for tongue. Nigel took the opportunity to explore, massage and even bite her breasts.
Savannah was careful as she could feel the life forces around her growing in energy. She could feel the erections of Nigel at her side and Gerald at her back even through their clothes.
Sheila's mouth brought Savannah's first orgasm of the evening. It was light and fun...but it was just the beginning.
Gerald slipped out from behind Savannah and both men quickly dropped clothing in a heap beside the bed. Sheila followed their lead.
Nigel knelt beside her head and lowered his quickly forming erection into her mouth. Gerald pushed her legs apart and, unlike Sheila who's tongue was very precise, he licked her sloppily and messily quickly bringing yelps from Savannah's lungs.
“Look at you, you old sod,” Sheila said, smacking Nigel’s shoulder. “Armageddon’s upon us and you can still get it up. You, too.” She grinned at Gerald.
Savannah lost herself in the sensation. All went numb but her pleasures. Upon resurfacing, however, she was surprised to feel the first thrusts of Nigel’s cock inside her. Lost in instinct, she grasped his hips and pulled him deeper. Her head tossed to the right where her lips were greeted by Gerald’s erection, which she greedily accepted in her mouth.
Sheila began to massage and suckle Savannah’s breasts.
Savannah felt their forces getting stronger, but she pushed back with her own, not accepting them into her. The biggest shock, however, was feeling the warm semen of Nigel spilling inside her just before getting a taste of Gerald’s.
“I told you she wouldn’t,” Nigel said. “She’s stronger than she claims.”
Coming back to her complete senses, Savannah laid on the bed motionless realizing that she had been able to fight off her instinct.
Gerald leaned forward and kissed her deeply. “How are you feeling?”
“I think I need a beer,” was the only answer she could come up with.
“Excellent. We have her right where we want her,” Nigel said with a chuckle. “Now, take us to your leader.”
Silence was the response…until the pillow that had been residing beneath Savannah’s head hit Nigel in the face.
IX
February 14, 2018…a condo stairwell…Chicago, Illinois
Nigel and Gerald each carried two suitcases with a bag over their shoulders as they walked up the stairs.
Gerald opened the door to the rooftop and offered the first view of a darkening sky.
“I’ll be a fucking monkey’s uncle,” Nigel said and whistled. “There’s no bloody spaceship. There’s no attack, is there?”
“There,” Savannah responded and pointed up to a dark spot in the clouds above.
Nigel glanced over his shoulder at her. “What’s that?”
“My ship. I called for Zed after Montreal.”
Nigel froze. “Montreal? That was you?”
“That was Graven. I just made sure there were no witnesses.”
“Oh yeah.” Nigel rolled his eyes. “Makes perfect sense. Your man Graven is a fucking vampire.”
Savannah nodded. “He’s been on Earth since your year 1860. So he certainly could be seen as one.”
“So why didn’t we just all flash into your ship?” Sheila asked.
“I can only flash solo. Unless I have a handheld with me, then I can take passengers.”
“What’s her name?” Gerald asked.
“Whose name?” Savannah was not sure whom he meant.
“Your ship. Did I hear you call it Zed?”
“No, Zed is the pilot. He’s been waiting with the ship since we got here.”
“We’re coming with you!” The voice that interrupted their conversation was deep and from in front of Nigel.
Both Gerald and Nigel stopped, tensing for what felt like a fight.
Savannah stepped between them to see the green-eyed man and his family walking out from behind the ship. “Guess we’ll be a little tight, then.”
He nodded and the relief on his face was obvious. He had expected her to resist.
“Are you not a Guardian?”
“I was, yes. I was one of three. I am Evan.”
“Okay, Evan, I don’t think I’ve seen any other than you.”
“For all I know, Graven killed both of my colleagues. I believe I am the only one left.”
Savannah’s eyes drifted first to Genna, then Georgia and finally Lincoln. “I see you’ve been busy.” She studied Lincoln. “How old is he?”
Georgia grasped her son, wrapping her arms around his large body and looking to one side so she could see past him. “He’s six months,” she answered.
Sheila gasped. “Six months?”
“How the fuck…?” Nigel croaked.
Savannah knew what this meant. “Prophecy?”
“Prophecy,” Evan answered with a nod.
Part Seven
Prophecy
I
February 1, 2018…Sarnia, Ontario, Canada
Evan sipped his coffee. His green eyes flashed bright as his circuits decided how to explain. “First they will cut the power.”
“Good thing we have batteries then, hey dad?” Georgia joked before sipping hers.
“Not a good time for jokes, honey,” Genna said quietly. She could see the look in Evan’s eyes was one of grave thoughts.
Georgia stopped laughing and turned around to the man playing with his Lego bricks. “Lincoln?”
“Yes, mommy?” He did not look up from his toys.
“I think you should play in your room, my love.”
Lincoln first looked up at his mother, and then across at his granddad. “Mommy, I already know what granddad is going to say.”
“Lincoln, I said…”
“Georgia, he is right. He knows.” Evan took another sip. “He already has the sight. This is how we are in this mess. I’ve always been surprised you don’t have it.”
Genna nodded. “I’ve seen it. He talks already knowing what will happen.”
“He does, just like me.” Evan smiled at the youngster. The smile slipped from his face. “Next they will block all communications.”
“Then they will eat all the humans,” Lincoln said, almost with glee and not missing a beat with a car he was now racing across the hardwood floor.
A nod of Evan’s head and the room fell silent.
Finally Genna spoke, “How do we stop them?”
Lincoln, now with a fire truck in hand, answered, “We can’t. We have to leave.”
Again, Evan nodded. “Georgia, who is the father?” He cocked his head at Lincoln.
In a high-pitched voice, Lincoln began to sing without any real tune, “We have to run, we have to fly! Let’s be Peter Pan!”
“Lincoln!” Georgia scolded and was not exactly sure why she did. It felt morbid, but he was just a little boy regardless of his size. His father would have laughed, or she imagined.
Lincoln was six months old, but he looked about thirty. Being he was not exactly a full-blooded human child, though, there had been expectations of something different.
Evan’s green eyes stared at his daughter. “There is a prophecy I have never told you about.”
Georgia’s own green eyes, not as deep as her father’s, looked up at him. “A prophecy about what?”
“Who is the father?”
II
Seventeen months earlier…
Georgia danced with the man. She grinded into him with all her might. A challenge from her friend Sally had been to seduce an older man, so here she was in the thumping music and club lights with a man who was likely old enough to be her father.
He was good looking, though. He had long blonde hair and a fu manchu goatee wrapped around mesmerizing eyes. His mouth was a scoundrel’s smile, and who could resist that?
Georgia knew she would sleep with him and likely be disappointed. The reward, however, would make i
t all worth it when Sally handed over the keys to the VW bug that Georgia so cherished. A quick glance over her shoulder, and she knew Sally was watching.
The man leaned in close so she could feel his words. “Would you come with me?”
Music too loud to try and converse, Georgia backed away and nodded. Allowing her hand to be taken, he pulled her off the dance floor to the quieter areas of the restrooms.
Timing seemed impeccable as the area was deserted. The club lights barely illuminated the dark walls.
He pushed open the men’s room door and led her inside.
To her surprise there was not a soul inside there at the moment.
A stall was opened and she was pushed inside…
He closed the door and unzipped, dropping his black pants to his ankles. He next unbuttoned his silk burgundy shirt so that no fabric would be in the way.
Feeling the effects of her earlier drinks, Georgia did think it was funny that he had no underwear beneath the pants. The fact she was now eye-to-tip with a massively thick cock made that thought vanish quickly. With the music still pounded, Georgia quickly found herself sucking off the man to the beat. He was not overly long, but his thickness made her stretch her mouth open entirely. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and the other cupped and tickled his balls.
He grunted and sighed.
Still no one entered.
A handful of her auburn hair, and he pulled her to standing. His powerful grip turned her around and bent her over the toilet, lifting her skirt.
A cry of pleasure shot from Georgia’s throat as she felt his cock push into her. She pushed back and, though she still swore he was not that long, felt as though he completely filled her.
His thrusts also followed the beat of the music, over and over.
Georgia tensed and cried again as her orgasm took hold, stronger than any a man had brought her to before. Her friend Sally had done better, but that was another thought quickly discarded as the orgasm ripped through her and almost caused her to fall.
The man’s thrusts stopped and two shocked words slipped from his mouth, “You’re alive?”
Georgia squealed feeling his warm cum explode into her.
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