“Since the Joint Ape was damn near indestructible I began searching for methods without being caught again. I literally lifted and dropped a mountain on its head and he dug himself out madder than ever, cutting through the granite like Sand Sharks, Moles or Vipers. I compacted a tree as best I could, thinking of the Gravity Forge” He looked to Jessica and Stephanie entranced by the story. “and threw it like a spear, but the wood shattered and knocked it away. He got up unharmed and leapt again.
“But then I began to think that it was still an animal. It lived and still had limitations to environments. Throwing it in space would do no good as Beasts merely go into hibernation inside a vacuum. Space was cold so that was no good. But then I remembered about some Beasts being susceptible to hyperthermia. Overheating.
“With that idea in mind I flew to where the far away mountains I had used to try and crush the Joint Ape earlier. It was following, but I had a good minute to spare so I Gathered some more an used a large kinetic stream half a kilometer wide to punched a hole straight down through the mantle. The planet’s molten core came surging up through the hole I made. But before it erupted I telekinetically grabbed the Joint Ape and threw it down my new hole. I kept a tight hold and felt it thrash as lava bathed it. It fought hard for ten minutes, even after I got away from the eruption filling the ground like a lake from where the mountain once stood. It put up a good fight, but lava proved to be too much. It finally died and I plucked it out of the lava and waited for the rock to cool before breaking it apart.
“To my surprise the skin wasn’t the least bit burnt and I was afraid it was going to wake up, but I already integrated a scanner into my suit and found no signal of brain activity. Netul returned my sword and I ate its essence and saved the head.
“For the next entire month I was unable to put weight on my shattered leg and got quite a bit of use of your synthesizer. I won’t ever be a medic, but I’m capable enough for small injuries.”
“Damn. He sounded like a tough bastard. Later I want to see the recordings. I never imagined using lava to hunt Beasts.” Renee said as she kept holding his hand and moved to the next great displayed Beast.
“Won’t work for all of them. I tried it on a Fire Wyrm and lava made it stronger and faster. Fire and water types aren’t able to be killed. Like this Blade Whale. It may be no larger than a beluga whale, but it swam in lava like water before it tried cutting me to ribbons throwing its many scales that act more like throwing stars.”
“You went through hell to save me. Thank you.” Renee gave a little hop and kissed his cheek.
He could only smile, but it was forced as he still was saddened by how she was treated. He wished he was able to bring the rapists back from the dead to slowly torture them again and again till he was satisfied, and then kill them again.
Twenty more minutes were spent explaining the best Beasts that had been saved and would be treasured. The three women listened to it all, mostly because this is as close as they could get to these Beasts without being the next meal otherwise. Most had never gotten so close to the rare skeletons outside a museum. They certainly had never seen some outside a holographic display from a recording.
Eventually Renee yawned and both Jessica and Stephanie took it as their cue to give her a long hug and kiss on the cheek and tell her how glad they were to get her back. Renee smiled contently as they left.
Together they went up to her father’s private wine cellar showing tens of thousands of wines and more thousands of beer’s, bourbon and mead. Wanting something sweet and deceptively strong Renee selected a barrel of mead more than five centuries old by the label on the traditional oak barrel. She pointed and Oliver easily lifted it to carry it under an arm. Being Jake’s private stock, few could enter the cold room and rarely did he use the drinks for celebrations. Being immortal meant aged liquor done by himself could ripen for much later enjoyment. Next to being a scientist, Jake Dorgen is a brewmaster in fermenting liquor. He’ll buy the ingredients and cook it himself. Every drink in the cellar was bottled or barreled by himself.
Back in their bedroom Renee had their large pewter mugs and scooped out the drink. Oliver laid down just in a pair of long pants and Renee wore a long shirt laying down on him, her head using his chest as a pillow as they drank in silence, watching the transitioning colors speed past the wall window. Oliver quietly sipping in the good drink and enjoying the feel of her weight upon him. Renee though was enjoying the feel of something treasured and familiar.
They laid like this for hours till Renee levitated her mug over to the nightstand where a beige dagger laid. The cutlass and shield lay propped against the wall.
Oliver’s long reach dropped his beside her mug and felt her turn and sit up. His soft glowing amber eyes watching. She said “Olly, I haven’t said it since you saved me, but I love you so much.”
“I know you do. I love you more than anything. You are my sole reason for existing.” He gently covered half her face with a calloused hand. Renee noticed it before, but more so now. His hands had always been soft and strong, but now with all he too had suffered, she liked it. “Lay back down and let me hold you?”
She nuzzled into his hand before grabbing it and kissing his palm. “Not now. I want to make love.”
“You sure?”
She nodded, her crimson locks bouncing some. “I want you in me and to make me feel loved. I know you’ve been long overdue for my embrace too. I want my man.”
“You’ve always got him.”
Oliver leaned up and gently scooped the back of her head and ass. Renee opened her legs to wrap around him as he sat her on his lap and threaded her finger through his hair for a passionate kiss. Oliver tasted her flavor as well as the drink that had done a little to inebriate her needs. He could smell the arousal moistening her sex and it made him moan as his heightened senses were assaulted. Her heartbeat hammered into his chest as well as his hearing now able to listen on the furious pounding. He had sorely missed this. His hand lowered from her hair and as it traveled down her spine, clothing parted so he could touch the silken skin of a woman in her prime.
The kiss was amazing and she sucked on her own lips when it was separated from his. He leaned her gently on her back feasting on her with his eyes as she willed all scraps of clothing into her bracelet. Oliver stared over perfection, even with the minor malnutrition. He was at a loss again to find someone so perfect. He laid a hand on her tone belly and leaned in for a kiss as a thank you for the time spent together. She eagerly and softly returned the gentle start.
From her lips he kissed her cheek and licked her neck at the pulse to enjoy the salty sweetness. His hand continued to massage her belly as his kisses got down to the swell of her breast to kiss and suckle on the aching pink nipple perfect for him. Renee’s head went foggy as his tongue swirled around the areola and the firm nipple before he made her gasp with a graze of the teeth on the sensitive peak. His hand traveled gradually down and up hairless thighs that needed no grooming. But the way her legs moved guided him right to the moist silken folds.
Renee gasped as rough calloused fingers made from hard work stroked the folds as a rough thumb circled around the tight bundle of nerves which was her clit. His strokes between her legs changed as his mouth transferred to the other perky nipple. The change was in a thick, long male middle finger slid deep in her channel which tightened happily to the intrusion. He went slow and sensual for her to know he owned her and that she was safe and protected by him. When he bit down teasingly he added his ring finger to hook them to gradually lift and release her so as to be ready for his large cock.
Renee cried out as a gentle orgasm rolled through her and watched as he licked the slight sweat between her breasts and leaned back to sniff his slick fingers. His moan of pleasure was always the same and yet each time she watched him suck the moisture of her sex from his fingers it was always erotic. He savored her flavor and she loved it. Her back arched as soon as he moved between her legs and orally dove to feast on
her all over again. His long, rough tongue ravished her and he knew just how to get the coiling knot in her core to wind right up and release stronger the second time she cried out in bliss. Yet he didn’t stop as he assaulted her to see stars when only color was outside the solid window.
After the third release, where his tongue lazily lapped her folds and swollen clit, she managed to sit up and push him back onto the pillows. She kissed him and tasted her own sex and knew without a doubt he had been with no other after so long a separation. She let her hands explore her giant man rippling with muscle that went taut with each pass. His skin was soft yet underneath was steel hard muscle a woman couldn’t have or deny it made them feel very feminine. Her hands went lower to find his pants had been removed as a stiff shaft spread her bare ass cheeks. She reached between her legs to stroke him, her fingertips barely able to touch so great was his girth.
Her hunger was not to be denied and she slid down, his cock getting slick as her pussy slid down, but not in. She worked and felt the monster resist as it traveled up her belly and between her breasts till it stood saluting in front of her face. She sniffed and smelled the uncircumcised skin remained clean and fresh. She worked him with both hands and took him in her mouth. She was eager and squeezed as her tongue rolled around the head that made her mouth open as wide as it possibly could. Using a little Solarian speed she worked his own coil and he grunted loud. She pulled back just enough as his molten potion filled her mouth. She swallowed the salty tang and was mildly sad because his ejaculate was much more than normal, telling her that he hadn’t masturbated for release one time since she was taken.
Unlike most men who go flaccid after release, Oliver still stood tall and proud. It made her smile as she licked her lips after swallowing the cream. She leaned back, knowing the primal look in his eyes all too well and he was instantly off his back and on his knees. She opened her thighs and slowly and smoothly he slid in. Renee cried out as he was larger and longer than any average man naturally is. She was mildly in pain as he stretched her to the very limit of breaking and was so deep he was knocking at the door to her womb. He held still for a few moments till the tightness eased and liked how her nails scratched down his chest.
Slowly he slid within her and Renee felt another orgasm winding back up. Her ankles locked around his waist and she felt small with his enormity surrounding and filling her. She gathered till her eyes began to glow and wanted inside his mind which he didn’t resist. She felt his love for her being absolute and possessive to never let he be taken again. Happy tears flowed and she began to lean up on her hand to use them for a brace as she rolled her hips and matched him thrust for thrust. Being linked she knew he was holding his orgasm back for hers and the coil reacted to him and they cried out as they shattered. She felt him fill her womb with his seed and loved the heat it filled her with. She maneuvered and kissed him between sweaty pants.
“Enough with foreplay, Olly. You know how I love it when you fuck me so hard I don’t even know my own name.” she then moaned as she slid him completely out and got on her hands and knees, her ass sitting in front of his face. “Time to pull my hair a little.”
Her wry smirk turned into an “Oh!” as he slammed right in and if not for her wet orgasms he feared friction burn as he powered like no human could keep up with or maintain as he fisted a handful of red hair just enough for a hand hold, but not enough to hurt. Below writhed a flowery vine down her back that changed colors with the outside lighting.
When Oliver had at last released his nineteenth explosion deep within six hours later he was at last empty and dropped on his back. Renee, panting as if she had ran hard all day long, collapsed down on his sweaty side. “Whew… Damn, Olly, now I need to make sure you are never backed up that much again. I think you broke my snatch.” She giggled in the afterglow of orgasm.
“Don’t blame me, Red. It’s your magic box. If it can’t keep up with your insatiable appetite you may need to talk to it first.”
She lifted a wet noodle feeling leg to say “You hear that? Wake up if you want more cock to eat and stop telling me your numb.” She laughed and laid her head on his chest to cuddle. “Damn I missed having you. Don’t leave me anytime soon. At least till you piss me off.”
He kissed her brow. “None of that. Let’s get some sleep.”
She yawned. “Fuck. Don’t tell me I’m tired. Yawns are infectious.” She watched a hand go to his mouth as his jaw opened wide. “Ha! Told you.” He smiled as soon as it passed. “But I am tired. I love you with all my heart, Olly.”
“And I you, Red. Sleep well my bride.”
She did and he wasn’t far behind, finally not having a single nightmare as she never left his embrace. It was the first time in months both had pleasant dreams.
“I love chopping morning wood.” Renee said smugly as she brushed her hair in front of the bathroom mirror after a well received morning fuck.
“And I like waking you up licking your clit.” The rogue flushed the toilet and came to wash his hands and brush his teeth. His remark earned him a playful slap on his chest.
“I expect we should see the others after we already slept in and fucked each other’s brains out. Oh, and I decided to change my tattoo into Sparky flying on my back.”
“No you’re not.”
Renee grabbed the anti-static hairspray, applied some and turned to him. “And why not?”
He smirked. “The last thing I want to see when I’m slamming into you from behind is him looking back at me.” Then shivered from head to toe.
“Uh, good point.” She laughed. “I’d hate to see him when I’m getting my snatch scratched. That is a bit weird. It would be so awkward now that you point it out. It’s not so bad sharing the mental pleasure, but I could never be in the same room should either of us be getting lucky.” She shivered too. “Definitely awkward. What do you think I should change my tattoo into?”
Instead of answering right away he asked “Why the sudden change?”
“Well, I originally got it after sucking it up after my last mate’s death as a sign I’m pretty and not to be underestimated. Now I think it’s a bit too much for who I am now. I don’t need it to remind me to be the Hellcat anymore. I’ve accepted I don’t need my ink to remind me to be strong. It’s time for a change anyway. So what do you want to look at when you fuck me doggy style?”
He brushed his hair back and turned to her fully to say “I want no markings. I want your back to be flawless so my eyes may roam at the splendor rather than fixate on thorns and flowers.”
“Not even for my lower back? A bitching Phoenix maybe?”
Oliver shook his head. “I like you to be who you are without distractions. You asked my opinion and I gave it.”
“Okay. Maybe later one day. If you want me bare. You got it.” Renee closed her eyes and Oliver felt her mental pressure ease into his visual areas while opening the back of her soft white dress. Using his eyes she willed her bracelet to break down the pigment and ink imbedded in her skin’s dermis and gradually the vibrant tattoo began to fade away. He held still so she could watch through his eyes like a mirror. In roughly five minutes it was as if there was no trace of ever being marked.
Soft and pale cream is what her back now represented. She quickly hid it beneath the lovely and flattering white dress she sealed back up. Renee extracted and opened her eyes to turn around and liked the hunger burning in those glowing orbs. “Maybe later, Lover. My womb is packed to capacity as it already is. We may not be completely human, but I do have limitations. Later. I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it. Are you sure you don’t want me to join you for lunch with Jake?”
“Yeah, I need time to cool off after that lethal cock you use mercilessly on me. And I need Sparky. Steph will be waiting for you and so will your brothers. But remember that later I want to see how your eyes does the smoky thing. I want to know all the how’s before my eyes do it too. Besides, being apart for a couple hours will give our libidos a c
hance to cool down. We need peace, not balls to the wall orgasms every few minutes.”
“I’ll be in your mind the whole time. I’m not leaving you at any time for a good long while.”
“Just don’t make any comments to have me struggle to keep up my end of the conversations. I don’t need to be confused more than normal. Keep a thin attachment. No more. Got it?” he nodded. “Good. See you in a few hours. Don’t fuck anything up in the meantime. Good luck. I’m going to check in on Papa, Andrea and my new baby brother for lunch.” She stood on the balls of her feet as he leaned down for a quick kiss. “Yum… you still taste like me. I like it. Love you.” She waved and was out the bedroom quickly enough for him to chuckle. Her arousal rekindled in the quick kiss enough to make her run off before things got steamy again.
Damn I missed throwing her off balance. He thought contently and sighed, using just enough of a connection to know she was feeling immense love and happiness. He could also feel Sparky through the thread he put on Renee’s mind and could tell he was experiencing true relief to know his partner was happy and alive. She didn’t hear his thought, but he knew she too felt Oliver’s serene feelings in that moment.
Stepping into the bedroom after checking his jaw was smooth his clothing altered into jeans and a sturdy long sleeved shirt while boots covered his feet. Over by the nightstand he leaned down and sheathed the beige dagger to his left boot, the black cutlass to the right hip and locked the indigo round shield onto his back. Adding a cape covered the shield’s bright sparkle. Ready for another new day he stepped out into med bay to find five of the freed victims laying down being tended by the same number of white uniformed medics who stopped what they were doing as he lumbered into the room.
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