* * * *
Cliff knew it was only a phantasm, though he didn’t know who or what had triggered it, but he still felt just a little guilty. He wasn’t making love to Rabine—he was just plain fucking her, and all he could think of was to get off with his cock as deep in her pussy as he could get it. Maybe that was why he didn’t notice that Crosley had joined them in the dream until Rabine wiggled and pushed Cliff from atop her.
He rolled to the side, hoping that meant that she planned to give him another of her fantastic blow jobs, and Cliff saw Crosley. His first reaction was to coldcock the alien, but then Cliff saw Rabine reach toward Crosley.
She glanced at Cliff, and then looked back at Crosley. “Join us.”
Crosley stood nude watching them, his prodigious dick in his hand as he slowly pumped the hard shaft, and a small smile spread over his face. The Ling reached down to take Rabine’s shoulders in his hands, and he pulled her to stand before him. Crosley kissed her, his lips moving over the lovely dark skin of Rabine’s face before he pushed her head down.
When Crosley had Rabine bent over at the waist, he guided his huge cock into her mouth. Cliff listened as small gagging sounds came from his love when the big dick entered her throat, and he wished it were his shaft down her throat. But bent over as she was, Rabine presented Cliff a perfect view of her ass and pussy, and still in the throes of animal lust, he couldn’t resist.
Cliff stood and stepped in close behind Rabine, his cock parting the wet lips of her pussy, and he shoved forward, his full length plunging inside of her. Every time he thrust into her, Rabine’s mouth moved farther onto Crosley’s cock, and Cliff heard her make a soft choking noise, but she made no move to pull either dick from her pussy or throat. Instead, she pushed back against him and reached around to grasp Crosley’s ass to pull his cock deeper into her mouth.
Even knowing it was only a dream didn’t help Cliff all that much. If Captain Davis came back into the room now, everyone in the place would see that he had a hard-on when he and the other military personnel stood up on her return.
* * * *
Cliff and Crosley had her bent over and both gave Rabine all they had in her mouth and pussy. Two out of three ain’t bad, she thought.
Crosley’s fingers wrapped in her hair, and he pulled her head onto his cock, the bulbous head sliding over her tongue to slip down her throat with each tug, and the length of his dick choked her a little with each thrust, but he pumped quickly and it wasn’t unpleasant at all. Actually, his passionate fucking of her mouth turned her on because she could tell from his jerking body that she pleased him with every motion of her mouth.
Cliff’s fingers dug into her hips as he plumbed her pussy from behind, his hard dick pressing against her cervix with every push he made into her. Sometimes, whether deliberately or just by virtue of his rapid gyrations, his cock slipped from her pussy only to run the throbbing head and rigid shaft over her clit and make her jerk with delightful passion. Cliff, too, grunted and moaned as he fucked her pussy, and Rabine understood the pleasure she brought to him.
Rabine’s past included a couple of three-ways, but always with a man and another woman. This was something different and the sensations hit her hard, making her fight to stave off her orgasm until her men climaxed with her.
Cliff’s hands moved from her hips, and Rabine felt him rubbing her ass, his fingers dancing over her anus before dipping around his cock to plunge into her pussy. He moved his wet finger back to her ass, and pushed gently, the tip entering her ass while he still pumped his dick inside her.
Moving his finger slowly, Cliff soon had his finger fully in her ass, and he pumped his hand and cock in alternating thrusts, filling her even more than before. At the same time, Crosley thrust his cock deeper into her mouth.
Rabine’s orgasm refused her efforts to hold back, and her body twitched and jerked as the men filled all of her holes. Cliff shoved forward, adding the thrust of his hips to get his cock as far into her pussy as he could to the pull of Crosley’s hands on her head as he pushed his dick farther down her throat than she thought a cock could go. Cliff’s hand moved hard against her ass, his finger deep in her anus as he wiggled the digit to probe her.
She couldn’t cry out in her climax because of the huge dick in her mouth that spurted hot cum down her throat, nor could Rabine move very much because of Cliff’s cock pressing her between the men as his cum erupted deep in her pussy and his finger writhed in her ass.
Rabine’s inability to scream didn’t stop her men from roaring like lions as they came, filling her like she’d never known possible.
Chapter 8:
Twilight Time
Despite the complications Elsa had outlined to him, Admiral Q still smiled at her. She liked it.
“I’m disinclined to try solving the matter from more than six kiloparsecs away, Captain.” Q’s smile broadened. “Besides, I’ve come to trust your judgment in these matters.”
She couldn’t help smiling back at him. “Thank you for your vote of confidence, Sir, but I’m not sure my XO agrees.”
“I see.” Q’s gaze moved to settle on Chris, and the smile faded away. “You have some concerns, Commander?”
Chris nodded. “Maybe I do, Admiral, but I have to be honest with you and Captain Davis about this. I’ve learned that this woman is right more often than not, and she rarely has all the facts she needs to reach a conclusion. That scares me a little.” He smiled at her. “I wonder sometimes if she’s totally human.”
Q laughed, throwing his head back to let out a long, hearty guffaw. He lit up like a laser blast with the mirth he found in Chris’s comment. “Oh, you have a lot to learn about people, Mr. Harris! I’ve lived with the Emperor long enough to know that such actions are very much human.” Q’s gaze again turned to Elsa, and the smile returned. “I know that Captain Davis is more than human enough for that behavior.” The smile faded off a little. “Among other things, I’ll wager.”
Heat touched her face, but Elsa didn’t know why. If she’d been at the nightclub with Q and he made a comment like that with the same look on his face, he would have convinced her he was trying to pick her up. Not that he’d have to try very hard to get her in his bed. In fact, she’d probably jump him on the dance floor and fuck his positronic brains out.
Instead of running off into another fantasy about Q, Elsa decided to stick to business. “So I should proceed as I see fit?”
The Admiral stared at her for a long time without answering. He’d opened the collar of his uniform tunic, and a white silken shirt showed through the cleft of the space-black of the jacket. A small curl of his jet-black hair had fallen down onto his forehead, and the faint stubble of his beard covered his cheeks and chin. The dark eyes twinkled, and despite her best efforts, Elsa’s fantasies took off. She imagined Q holding her in his arms, their lips only just parted from a deep kiss, and gazing into her eyes from only centimeters away. She felt his breath, hot and sweet, flowing across her face. Elsa squirmed in her chair, trying to break the spell of Q’s eyes.
He smiled slowly. “Yes, Captain. I think you should proceed exactly as you see fit.”
* * * *
Rabine sat at the conference table trying to get her breathing under control. Once the vision ended, she wondered if she might have left a wet spot on the chair, and she wasn’t sure enough to check.
She also wasn’t sure where the images had come from, but she glanced across the table at Cliff, and he was sweating. Crosley also looked like he was shaking. Rabine didn’t understand how the visions worked, but she suspected that the Ling could somehow induce them, especially in humans. The idea of group zero elements in a biological system allowed for some strange things, but she didn’t know if telepathy was one of them. Clearly, however, both Cliff and Crosley had experienced something at the same time she had the dream.
Leilend, however, also looked uncomfortable, but it was different. If she’d been human, Rabine would have thought that Leilend was in the
first grips of the flu or some other illness. The woman just didn’t look good.
Captain Davis and Commander Harris walked back into the conference room, and everyone stood up. Rabine risked a quick glance at her chair. It looked dry.
The Captain reached her seat. “As you were.” She shuffled a few papers as everyone sat down, and then the Captain looked at Logan and the Ling for a moment. “After consulting with my commanding officer, I’ve reached a decision on a path of action.”
Logan didn’t bother to use the smile everyone knew was a fake. “I hope it involves letting the Hargon control the Ling.”
“No, not even close. This idea isn’t mine, and I can only take credit for understanding history. The idea is one that Earth called mutual assured destruction and dates back to only a few thousand years after you left Earth. In a nutshell, the Hargon and Ling will have equal weapons, skills, and technology. Either side will be able, at any time they desire, to destroy the other side. But doing so would result in the other side launching a counterstrike that will destroy the attacker as well.” Davis smiled. “You see, you can’t destroy your enemy without destroying yourself.”
Cliff nodded his head. “Of course. The United States and Soviet Union lived for decades with the concept of MAD, and they never went to war. The threat of being destroyed kept both sides at the table until they reached a long-term solution.”
“The idea is ludicrous!” Logan slammed his fist on the table. “The Ling will kill us all!”
Crosley’s voice was soft as he shook his head. “No, we won’t. Logan, we want to live in peace, as equals with the Hargon. We are all brothers, though in the distant past, and we should live together as such.”
The Captain jumped into the gap before the discussion escalated. “Regardless, it forces both sides to either talk and work things out or to die. We’ll equip the Ling with the same hardware and training as the Hargon have, along with giving both sides new tools. You’ll be evenly matched and be able to make not only a first strike on the other, but the power to make a retaliatory strike if you’re attacked.”
Logan looked around the room, but he didn’t find any sympathy. “I see that nothing I can say will change your position.”
“No, it won’t. This is the way things will be, like it or not.”
A smile came slowly to Logan’s face, and Rabine thought it was real this time. “I’ve never been one to hide from the inevitable, so I’ll try your way.”
Crosley turned suddenly and looked at his wife. Leilend’s face had gone ashen, and she stared straight ahead, her eyes glassy. The woman’s eyes flickered shut, and she fell from the chair, hitting the deck hard.
* * * *
Commander Harris had reacted first, perhaps because of his duties as XO and being in charge of damage control and other emergencies, but Cliff was closest to Leilend when she fell from her chair and he reached her first. While Harris barked orders into his communicator for medical teams to rush to the conference room, Cliff knelt beside Leilend and checked her head for obvious injuries. He found no blood or cuts, but he cradled her head in his lap and tried to hold her neck steady.
Crosley knelt beside his wife, and Cliff saw the worry in his eyes when the alien looked up at him. “Cliff, she is very ill, but I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”
“We’ll wait for the medical team. She’s breathing, and I don’t see any injuries. They’ll know what to do.”
Rabine had joined them surrounding Leilend. “How do you know she’s ill? Are you telepathic?”
The alien shook his head. “Not in the way you understand telepathy, but we can sense each other. Just before she collapsed, she was having pains in her head.”
Cliff had wondered about the telepathic abilities of the Ling. Just before the Captain returned, he’d been with Rabine and Crosley in his head, and both he and the alien had made love to Rabine. The visions, this latest included, all had the feel of reality, and this one was real enough to make his cock hard. At least the medical emergency had made him soft enough to stand up without a having a tent pole in his pants.
Rabine turned to Captain Davis where she stood to the side of the group kneeling around Leilend. “Ma’am, I think we need someone from exobiology here, too.”
Davis tapped her communicator. “Bridge, I want Lieutenant Commander Romanoff here yesterday.” She broke the connection before the bridge could even acknowledge. “Done.”
The medical team came into the conference room like Marines storming a beach, and Cliff surrendered his position at Leilend’s head to a nurse who began doing things he didn’t understand. She looked into Leilend’s eyes, nose, and mouth, all the time calling out the woman’s name. Leilend didn’t respond.
The doctor leading the team called out orders, and other nurses placed instruments and other devices on the alien, but the doctor didn’t look happy with the information the nurses passed to her. She knelt beside Leilend and felt the woman’s neck, but the frown never left the doctor’s face.
Alexa trotted into the conference room, and went directly to the doctor. “I’m here. How can I help you?”
“I don’t know. None of this is making any sense to me.” The doctor sighed and shook her head. “This woman looks like she’s dying, but I can’t find anything wrong with her.”
The old woman frowned deeply. “I may have some ideas on that. Can we get her to sickbay?”
“If she lives that long. All right, people, let’s get moving.”
The team loaded Leilend onto a gurney and left for sickbay at a run.
* * * *
Alexa studied the blood and tissue samples the doctor had taken from Leilend under the microscope, and what she saw was confusing at best. The automated microscope didn’t see anything unusual, but what she suspected was so unusual that the artificial intelligence of the ship’s computers had nothing to base a conclusion on, so it simply ignored the anomaly as either an error or contamination of the samples. She knew better.
What Alexa saw under the microscope was neither an error nor contamination. Tiny things moved about in the alien’s tissues and blood like submarines in an ocean, and she’d seen things like them before. Only a few angstroms across, they were far too small for living things—even a virus, but they acted like they were alive, moving with intent and purpose. The things had a plan and they followed it—at least as well as they could.
And that’s where the problem came in—many of the things weren’t moving at all, and others were stopping in their movements. Alexa tapped at the data terminal beside the microscope, and an article from a scholarly journal well outside of her field came up on the screen. Most humans lived to about four hundred years old today, but there were some extreme cases. The most notable was the Emperor and his family. The Emperor himself was nearly three thousand years old, and his oldest wife was almost five thousand. Research had found tiny robot-like things in their bodies that repaired damage and cured illness even before it became apparent. No one knew where the devices—nicknamed nanites—came from or how they got there, and most experts believed that the nanites were beyond human abilities to build, perhaps by several million years. The nanites might be even farther into human future history, maybe a lot longer.
The alien woman lying in the next room had things very much like nanites in her body, and the little beasties were dying. As they died, they took Leilend with them. Alexa didn’t know how the nanites worked or what they did or how they got there, but she had to stop the process.
She smiled suddenly and picked up a scalpel from the counter next to the microscope. Alexa gritted her teeth and cut a deep groove into the palm of her left hand, letting the blood run down onto an empty glass slide on the desk.
* * * *
Rabine and Cliff had stayed behind when the medical team left to take Leilend to sickbay. Crosley had, of course, gone with them, and one of the security guards took Logan to his cabin.
Captain Davis rubbed her eyes. “This is going to get all fuc
ked up if she dies.”
Cliff shook his head. “I don’t know, Captain. The Ling in particular have a bit of a fatalistic bent, and I doubt it will have much impact.”
Rabine had to agree with Cliff’s assessment, but Leilend’s death wouldn’t make things any easier.
Davis nodded. “I hope you’re right, Rochester. Maybe you two should get to sickbay to handle Crosley if things get bad.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Cliff took Rabine’s hand in his, and they headed for sickbay. She’d come to know the telltale signs that Cliff had something on his mind, and he displayed them all as they walked in silence. His arm twitched as his fingers wiggled in her grip. Cliff swung his arm in an exaggerated movement as he walked. He didn’t look at her, and he sighed every so often.
Rabine squeezed his hand. “What are you thinking about?”
He shrugged a little. “Mostly you.”
“Maybe that it’s not totally about me should offend me.” She bumped her hip against his.
“No, not really.” He paused for a long time, never looking at her. “I had the strangest vision back there while the Captain was out of the room.”
Rabine wasn’t sure it was what he meant, but she decided to risk it anyway. “You and me and Crosley?”
He stumbled a little. “Yeah, that’s the one. I wonder if Crosley was trying to seduce you and got his wires crossed.”
There was a time when she wondered similar things, but something told her that wasn’t the case at all. Somehow, Rabine knew there was more to the story. “I don’t think so, but I’m not sure at all what it really means.”
“Me either.”
She decided to push the matter. “I had one vision of you and Crosley with Leilend.”
Cliff stumbled again, but just a little. “You did?”
“Yes. Have you seen that?”
“No…” He trailed off for a moment, like he thought of something. “She did try to come on to me in a vision at the club.”
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