by M. E. Thorne
I couldn’t think of any argument against that; I just wanted to fuck her, desperately. Putting my arms around her neck, I pulled her under the stream.
“At least let me get my clothes off,” she laughed as the water sprayed down her hair. She slipped down her bottom and climbed into the water, squealing at the chill.
I pawed at her top, even as I rubbed my dick between her thighs.
Once they were free, I immediately attacked her breasts, nibbling and suckling on her pert, pink nipples.
“Damn,” she moaned, milking my dick between her legs. “Did you get bigger or something?”
My mouth ran up her neck before our lips met in a hot, hungry kiss. Our tongues thrashed and squirmed against one another.
My fingers reached down, found the edge of her pussy, and began rubbing the outside of her lips.
“Fuck." She stepped back and broke our embrace, just long enough for her to fully step out of the last of her clothes.
Taking my dick into her hands, she slowly began to beat me off as I turned my face up into the stream. Even the ice-cold water couldn’t quench the heat generated by each stroke she made. I felt like I was on fire.
“It’s definitely bigger,” she said, her hands roaming about my prick and balls. “And you look like you have an imperial quart of sperm ready to go,” she looked up at me lustfully.
I felt frustrated when she let go of my dick, but only for a moment.
She turned and bent against the wall, spreading her legs. Her pussy gaped wetly. “Bury that monster in me and fuck me silly.”
I didn’t need any further invitation.
With a single thrust, I entered her, embedding myself all the way to the hilt. We both practically screamed at the same time from the devastating pleasure.
Every fold and contour of her pussy clung to me, sticky and warm. I swore I could feel each thump of her heartbeat, her blood thundering through her veins. The whole experience was overwhelming, I’d never felt so hypersensitive before, like every nerve along my cock was alive and starving for sex.
“Fuck,” Gloria moaned, her fingernails dragging against the stone as I began to move.
My cock savaged her pussy. Resisting her syrupy insides, I would pull almost completely out, my cockhead resting against her lips, before ramming back home. With each thrust I could feel her spreading open more and more for me, her pussy reshaping itself around my engorged member as I fucked her.
She squirmed and yipped every time I entered her and begged for more when I drew back out.
“Fuck me, fuck me harder,” she demanded.
I was beyond words at that point, and I didn’t give a shit if anyone heard us. Hunching over, I redoubled my efforts. Her frame shook and she screamed as I felt her hit her first orgasm.
I licked her jaw and nuzzled her fuzzy ears as I pounded her as hard as I could. Her entire body quivered, seized by unimaginable pleasure.
My balls boiled, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I was just too damn eager to cum.
Gloria’s eyes had rolled up in her head, and even with the wall holding her up I could feel her knees buckling. A continuous chain of orgasms was rolling through her pussy, each contraction bringing me even closer to the brink.
With a final, desperate cry she collapsed, my dick whipping out her with a wet, meaty shlick. She twisted and landed on her knees, facing me just in time to receive a massive spray of cum as I felt everything drain out of my body in one earth-shattering release. My strength gave out and I splashed down next to her.
We were both panting and sobbing.
“That was insane,” she managed to say, her eyes still glassy.
I could see faint trembles along her stomach as her muscles clenched and unclenched around her trailing climaxes. Her face and chest were practically covered in my seed.
I just nodded. My balls felt utterly deflated, and the strange, burning fever I had been feeling since escaping the lab finally seemed to be cooling down.
Gloria scooted over a bit, letting the water come down and wash her skin clean. I absently scooped up some water and pooled it over my tender bits.
She’s not wrong, I noticed, it really does look bigger.
It was clear neither of us knew what to say, we were still coming down from the sexual high. We just laid together in the water, hands randomly running over the other’s still aching body.
She rested her head against my shoulder. “Do you want to go again?”
The screaming, hair-raising argument that came echoing down the tunnel killed the mood.
“Stay away from me,” the Syndicate woman yelled, backing up against the far wall of the cave, her hands held up in a defensive gesture.
Spinny and Gnasher stood over her. Gnasher looked about ready to kill, and I was shocked to see even Spinny looked enraged.
I’ve never actually seen her mad before, I realized.
“What’s going on?” I tried my best to seem calm and collected even though I was still zipping up my pants.
Marcella pointed to the Syndicate woman. “Upon awakening, your Syndicate friend began to scream about monsters and kidnappers. The others did not take it well.”
“She’s not our friend,” Gnasher and Spinny said in unison.
“What are you, what did you do to me?” the Syndicate woman asked, clearly on the edge of a massive panic attack.
I slid forward, and carefully put my hand on Gnasher’s arm. I could feel her fur bristling and her muscles coiling.
“Gnasher, do you mind if I take over from here?" I looked over to Spinny for support. “You know I’m the diplomatic part of our duo, right? I talk to people, to try and keep them from doing something stupid, and then you usually end up bashing them anyway.”
“You never let me kill anyone,” she growled, but I could feel the tension draining from her arm. She slumped over and leaned into me. “Are you feeling better?”
“Much,” I admitted. “Go ahead and wash off. I’m sure Spinny could use your help cleaning all the gunk off her carapace.”
Recognizing that I was asking for help, Spinny took a deep, calming breath. She then ran her fingers through Gnasher’s hair. “Come on, darling. If you want, we can try and beat their performance and see if I can get you singing falsetto.”
“I don’t sing,” Gnasher grumbled, obviously missing the innuendo.
I nodded a silent thanks to Spinny as the two of them left.
The Syndicate woman stared in horror as they walked off. “She’s a giant spider,” she mumbled. “A giant, killer spider-woman.”
“Arachne,” Marcella provided. “A human-spider chimeric.”
“Her name is Spinny, and I’m almost one-hundred percent certain she’s never killed anyone,” I said. I gingerly sat down a few meters from her and did my best to look friendly.
Standing towards the back of the room, Gloria decided to come forward and sit next to us, pulling in her knees and wrapping her wings around herself like a blanket. She regarded the Syndicate woman with an odd mix of fear and pity.
“You’re human,” the woman said, looking at me more closely.
“He’s a non-expressive chimeric,” Marcella said. She sat next to me, apparently trying to mirror my pose and demeanor. The smile on her face was truly disturbing.
“You don’t have to do that,” Gloria suggested kindly. “Just be yourself.”
Marcella’s face resumed its normal, expressionless appearance.
“That’s better,” Gloria smiled. “We’re all just here having a peaceful, friendly talk.”
“My name is Locke,” I introduced myself. “This is Gloria and Marcella." I pointed to the slug-woman. “She saved your life.”
“Where am I? Who are you -- people?” the Syndicate woman shot back, clearly seeing an interrogation for what it was.
“We are in a cavern several kilometers below what is considered the surface of El Finito,” Marcella answered automatically.
That triggered something. The
woman’s eyes bulged in panic as if she suddenly realized where she was. Her hands ran over her chest and arms, clearly distressed. “My suit!”
“You’re safe,” I assured her, holding up my hands again in a calming gesture. I pointed to Marcella. “She was nice enough to provide you medicine that will keep the planet’s germs and diseases from killing you.”
“For approximately the next twelve hours,” Marcella said analytically. “If I do not administer another immunization booster after that period, you will likely succumb to a myriad of infectious and virulent agents and die.”
Gloria looked horrified.
The Syndicate woman stared at the three of us. “I’m trapped here, and you’re threatening to kill me?”
I thought about that for a second, then nodded. “Basically.”
Gloria gasped, smacking me lightly on the arm. “Locke! We are not going to go about threatening her. We’re decent human beings.”
“You’re telling me that the cat-woman and that spider are humans?” the Syndicate woman asked incredulously.
Marcella spoke. “Human-chimerics. Also referred to as hybrids,”
“Not helping,” I argued. I looked at the Syndicate woman. “Being human is about your head and your heart, not how many extra legs you have.”
“We’re all humans here,” Gloria said with conviction. “That includes you. We’re all in this together.”
Closing her eyes, the woman sighed and took a moment to think. When she blinked and looked back at us, she said, “My name is Sabra. What do you want to know?”
Spinny and Gnasher came back about an hour later, quietly giggling and grinning at each other. They found the four of us arranged around the center of the room. Gloria was latched onto the ceiling, while Marcella and I sat across from Sabra.
As they returned, I introduced them to the Syndicate woman.
“Charmed,” Spinny said coolly.
Gnasher simply growled, her good cheer evaporating.
“Come on, don’t be like that,” Gloria argued. “We’ve been talking for a little while. It turns out she didn’t even want to raid the lab.”
“It was a stupid, reckless, and ultimately destructive waste of time, lives, and knowledge." Sabra looked crestfallen and truly remorseful. “I was forced to go along under the threat of violence, but I still regret my part in what happened.”
Gnasher regarded her for a second, before sighing and shaking her head. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have bitten your head off like that earlier, especially since you’d just woken up and we didn’t know the whole story.”
“I apologize as well,” Spinny came over and offered her hand. “I grew up in that lab. Though I have no fond memories of the place, it was traumatic to see its destruction. I may have let that cloud my judgment of you.”
“I’m also sorry I called you monsters,” Sabra said, carefully shaking the Arachne’s hand. “That was rude.”
Gnasher shrugged. “Let’s all agree we were assholes and move on.”
Spinny created a quick web next to Gloria and settled on top of it. “I’m sorry we missed hearing your story. Would you mind repeating it for us? How did the Syndicate find the lab, who were those armed soldiers, and what were they searching for?”
“Just the important parts." Gnasher stretched and yawned before climbing up to lay next to her girlfriend.
“Those idiots were my co-workers,” Sabra said, scowling. “Former co-workers, now, I guess. Provided they’re not all dead, which seems likely. I’m a researcher and historian, specializing in the Corporation Wars Era. I’m a member of the Scientific Advancement and Discovery Board.”
Gloria rustled her wings. “The what?”
“SADB for short,” the Syndicate woman provided. “We’re responsible for scientific research, development, and technological acquisitions within the Syndicate’s sphere of influence.”
She could see we were confused.
“We run all the laboratories, research projects, and think tanks for the Syndicate,” she explained. “In the Syndicate, all scientific research is carefully monitored and controlled. Our goal is to avoid the unbridled greed and callous disregard for human life that helped fuel the Corporation Wars.”
“Wars? So wait, the Corporation War affected more than El Finito?” Gloria asked.
Sabra gave us all a distressed look. “The wars destroyed thousands of worlds and cost countless lives. Whole planets and star systems were utterly wiped out. How do you not know about that?”
We all shared an uncomfortable silence before Spinny spoke. “Due to the quarantine, people never get to go off-planet. And the State handles all official interactions with off-worlders.”
“School tends to focus mostly on job skills and the knowledge you need to survive,” I added. “Reading, Writing, and Math are important. History, not so much.”
“Still,” Gloria said, “that’s so crazy to hear.”
“The Syndicate helped pick up the pieces after the wars,” Sabra continued. “They formed a functioning government, the Central Committee, and recruited or annexed neighboring star systems, trying to bring peace and stability back to humanity. Several bodies and organizations, like the SADB, were formed under their leadership to prevent another war from ever occurring.”
“So what brought you to El Finito?” I asked.
She offered a bittersweet smile. “This planet is a treasure trove. Most of the corporations were utterly destroyed by the war, their knowledge and technology lost. No other planet boasts the sheer number of intact facilities and recoverable technology, especially from multiple corporations. The SADB maintains a permanent presence on El Finito as part of our embassy, so we can negotiate for access to the materials you recover.”
“You must understand though,” she said, “there has always been a great deal of -- friction within the SADB about our mission here. I’ve always advocated for peaceful interactions with the residents of this world and engaging in mutually beneficial negotiations. Certain factions though, favored a more aggressive stance and using military force to seize corporate materials.”
Gloria shifted uneasily. “Why?”
“They’re afraid,” Sabra stated simply. “They’re terrified you’ll recover some piece of critical technology or a doomsday weapon and hide it from us. Or worse, start another war. Most SADB members innately distrust the State and El Finito.”
She drew her arms around her knees. “They don’t believe you to be civilized, to them you’re not human beings."
She paused to look at Spinny and Gnasher, “A prejudice that even I fall into sometimes, much to my regret. Some people in the SADB assume that El Finito will eventually renege on its deal, and their only option will be to take what they want by force. That kind of narrow thinking is what led to the abortive invasion when we first arrived on this planet.”
“These warhawks, they’re the ones who invaded the lab?" Spinny frowned, thinking. “Why now though, and why the Nakamura-Ghosi Genetics specifically?”
Sabra sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “We learned about that specific laboratory years ago, from records recovered from a Nakamura-Ghosi facility on another planet. We just had no idea where it was, the data didn’t give its specific location. It was believed it contained information critical for the survival of the Syndicate and the human race.”