Veronica pumped her hand again. {{ And you also tend to lose track of time, }} she replied. She watched as Eliza’s muscles rippled as the pleasure spread outward. ‘God she had nice abs!’ Veronica thought to herself. She didn’t have much range of motion, so she just kept pumping her hand while teasing the girl’s clit with the thumb from her other hand. She had Eliza cumming in a matter of moments, and it was a beauty! Her mouth was opening in gasps, but no sound was coming out. Her eyes were open, but they were glazed over at the same time. Eliza’s hands were roaming all over her own body, seemingly incapable of finding a single comfortable place to stop. Even when the initial sexual earthquake stilled, the aftershocks began and rumbled through for what seemed like an eternity. Her pussy had Veronica’s hand and wasn’t about to let it go, making the blonde woman think she would probably sprain her wrist if she tried to withdraw it.
When Eliza’s body was through, she just lay in the bottom of the tub, water from the faucet cascading over her forehead and Veronica was finally able to retrieve her hand. Both women felt strangely disappointed that the experience was over.
“Still alive?” Veronica asked.
“Very, very much so,” was the reply. “I . . . I’ll be ready to return the . . . pleasure . . . in a second,” she added blissfully. She’d be sore after a while, but she was in a warm, comfortable place for the time being.”
“Why wait?” Veronica reached over the side of the tub and grabbed a strap-on harness and a nice, seven-inch dildo. She maneuvered the straps and snapped them into place around Eliza’s hips, then slid the dildo into position.
“Turn on the shower,” Eliza groaned. “I want to see it rain on you,” she added.
Veronica smiled, and raised herself up, pushing the button that switched from bath to shower. When she lowered herself back, she sank onto the dildo, feeling good as if filled her up.
Eliza was looking up as the water came pouring down. There was a light near the top of the shower that caused the droplets of water to sparkle and shine. As they impacted Veronica’s head and wetted down her hair, Eliza thought that her lover looked like an angel. Then she saw the woman blush furiously.
{{ Let that one slip, didn’t I? }} she thought. She grabbed her lover’s hips and began to thrust upward to meet Veronica as she came down. Then those hands found their way up to those breasts Eliza liked so much, and she raised her torso up so her mouth could taste those succulent melons. She fumbled with one arm, reaching blindly for the pile of goodies that Veronica had brought in with her. She came up with a dildo that had a short handle, a long, smooth thin shaft and a bulbous ball on the end. ‘Perfect,’ she congratulated herself. She let the water run over, then placed the ball end at the entrance to Veronica’s backdoor.
{{ You always know what I like, }} Veronica said as the round part pushed passed her sphincter into that dark tunnel.
Eliza was able to pump the new toy rapidly, filling both her girlfriend’s holes. Veronica was biting her bottom lip and her eyes were closed. Her breasts jiggled gently except when locked in place by Eliza’s greedy lips. Veronica was riding and bucking on Eliza’s lap, holding her head as her lover stimulated her ass with that dildo. She bounced on the strap-on toy and was beginning to wish she’d picked a bigger one. She loved the pressure having something in both orifices, and she knew from experience that Eliza could keep them filled all day and all night if she chose.
But Eliza had other ideas. She could tell that Veronica was in a daze, so she started kissing her way up from Veronica’s breasts to her shoulder and then to her neck. Veronica groaned loud enough that it almost shook the bathroom tiles loose. But if she thought that her lover’s lips on her neck was heavenly, she almost lost her mind when Eliza’s fangs sank into the flesh.
It had been a long time since one of them had bitten the other. Eliza had once hypothesized that this particular type of union provided them both with what they needed most. Apparently, Veronica needed to have the orgasm of a lifetime, and Eliza needed to provide her one. Veronica felt that she was moving in slow motion, but the rest of the world was moving at ten times its normal speed. Both sex toys, which had simply been moving quickly before, suddenly felt like bullet trains speeding through her body. She half expected the friction to actual cause smoke to rise. Her moans seemed to be drawn through a low, deep filter until they almost sounded like whale songs. The droplets of rain had become a monsoon against her scalp and were causing thunder in her ears. After what could have been moments or hours, she felt a pressure like water backing up after the hose has been turned on. And in one perfect moment, the dam burst and Veronica would have sworn that enough juice was flowing out of her to fill the tub. Her knees pressed together against her lover’s legs and she clung to Eliza’s head out of fear of being carried away by the undertow of pleasure.
All Eliza experienced besides the heat of her girlfriend’s body and the water dripping down on to her was a few moments of perfects silence and a blast of joy that filled her up from her toes to the top of her head. It was like lying in the warm sunshine after swimming in the ocean for hours. But like all moments, however perfect, that one had to end, and she slowly withdrew her fangs.
Veronica’s world returned to a pleasant normalcy, as her body and her environment seemed to be on the same page. Her eyes were finally able to open and they shone brightly. Her mouth was open and gasping, but she still managed a smile. She let her body and Eliza’s come to rest on the floor of the tub. She wondered if she should tell her girlfriend how much she loved her, but a smile and a kiss from Eliza assured the blonde woman that Eliza already knew.
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That evening . . .
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The whole security crew was sitting out in the living room, watching the now-constant news coverage of the “government organized” trap (with Terran assistance, of course). Eliza had been expecting this of course. She and her fellow Terrans had agreed to forgo the credit to restore the civility between them and the general population. Then from the door . . .
“Hey honeys! I’m home!”
“WYRM!” they screamed (except for Thug, who looked up, waved, and then changed the channel to Animal Planet).
“What the hell . . .”
“You weren’t supposed to be back until . . .”
“Fancy arm! Is that metal or plastic?”
“Calm down!” he shouted. “If I’d known it’d make me this popular, I would have lost the arm a long time ago.”
Suddenly, Eliza didn’t feel quite so energetic. She had visited Wyrm in the hospital a number of times, but no matter how many times he told her not to, she couldn’t help but blame herself. The doctors had done a great job on his face, so he only had some minor but permanent scars on that handsome palate. His knee was still a little swollen, but he was able to get around on crutches. It was the arm that she found herself staring at. He had been hiding behind a column, but his arm had been sticking out just enough to catch a huge quantity of shrapnel, and he had a fancy new prosthetic limb starting about six inches below the shoulder. It actually sensed the electronic impulses sent to the arm from the brain and was able to perform most basic movements. He wouldn’t be using that arm to practice his knife throwing, but he wasn’t exactly an invalid. Eliza took a step back while her friends swarmed around their returning hero.
‘How can he not hate me?’ Eliza thought. ‘If I hadn’t asked him to stay behind . . .’
Wyrm broke through the crowd and wrapped his arms around Eliza and picked his boss off the ground. “No pouting,” he whispered. “If you had asked me to stay behind on another mission, I could have just as easily have been hit by a truck hauling cucumbers while I was on my way to the convenience store to by Twinkies and V8. No one could have predicted what happened.”
“It’s my job to predict . . .” Eliza started.
“It’s your job to put the odds in our favor. But a ninety-nine percent chance of success still means a one-percent chance of failure. Sometimes, fate rolls the dice and it comes up snake-eyes. You’ve pulled so many peoples asses out of the fire in the last year that it boggles the mind.”
Eliza was actually tearing up. “But you . . . and Kelik . . .” She realized that she had been so busy planning her vengeance and celebrating its completion that she really had never stopped to take in what had happened.
“Kelik was smart enough to know what he was getting into. And again, no one thought they would go after Fort Crass, much less in a suicide attack. Kelik . . . he fought well for someone whose age was measured in dynasties. And to give credit where its do, Valar whooped some ass with The Spear of God. I’d hate to see what he could do on his own world. You’re one . . . incredible woman, Eliza, but even you can’t save everyone all the time.”
{{ Listen to him love, }} Veronica thought. The rest of the crew was giving the two friends some physical space while they talked.
Wyrm noticed that the two women were staring at each other. “Okay, stop the friggin’ telepathy! God, that’s creepy!” His voice mellowed. “This last battle . . . the fight at Last Mile Prison . . . rescuing Veronica . . . You keep pulling off shit most people wouldn’t even try.”
Eliza wrapped her arms around Wyrm’s neck and kissed him on the cheek. Then she felt something odd and she smiled.
“Wyrm?”
“Yes boss?”
“Real or not, get that hand off my ass or I’ll take it off and beat you with it.”
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A week later . . .
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Eliza and her crew were standing in a hangar in the facility known as Terra Point Terminal, just outside of Raleigh, North Carolina where the crack had first formed. It had been built around the area of the dimensional crack before the Purity had sealed it. There was an almost identical facility (barring some “creative license”) on the Terran side. They had been brought in to oversee civil security while Valar made the final preparations to reopen the dimensional portal. He was the logical choice, having already shown an ability to assert his will upon The Dragon’s Breath. Eliza felt her own role was strictly ceremonial. The remaining Purity forces had been on the run since their disastrous defeat in what was being almost jokingly referred to as the “Terran Horse War,” apparently making reference to some ancient Earth legend. Also, there was a healthy representation of every branch of the United States military present to guard the building. There wasn’t going to be a repeat of what happened with The Heaven’s Eye. But the World Council had FINALLY gotten it through their heads that things went better for them when Eliza was around and had brought her in.