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A little while later . . .
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When the official dinner had ended, most of the crew headed off to bed. Evlidone, Alyidana and Valar had all started questioning Veronica about her “Hybrid abilities,” so Eliza took a breather. She found Thug and Tiny both staring at a single sapling in the courtyard, apparently trying to figure out how many leaves it had. Eliza didn’t bother to ask why, because they probably didn’t know. They were trolls . . . they didn’t always understand things . . . they just did them. She walked down a hall and wound up in the control room, and found Wyrm rearranging things.
“What the fuck happened in here?” he asked when he saw his boss standing in the doorway. “Nothing’s where I left it and it looks like someone’s been chewing on my chair!”
“You know as well as I that you can’t predict what’s going on around here.” Eliza tested the air and smiled. The scent of sex was strong in the room, and she knew exactly who had been in there. “So,” she added, changing gears, “what’s going on with Kalinicia? Does she blame me for . . .”
“Sorry boss, but I’m gonna let her cover that herself.” Wyrm sat down in his partially chewed chair.
“You okay?” Eliza asked. Her friend was normally a bit more chipper.
“No, not really. Kalinicia apparently was already being groomed to take Kelik’s place as Terran Ambassador to Earth, so she was in the Palace talking with your father when they got the news that we had come through. She . . . Kalinicia wanted to know how it all went down . . . how her grandfather died. It brought up some memories I’d just as soon leave behind.” Wyrm put his face in his good hand. “How do you handle it?” he asked. “How do you handle the . . . the responsibility?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean . . . I know you still blame yourself for what happened to me and to Kelik, even though you shouldn’t. But talking with her . . . I felt responsible, like there was something I should’ve done to save her grandfather. I still can’t think of what I COULD have done, but it doesn’t make this sinking feeling in my stomach go away.”
Eliza sat down on the floor in front of Wyrm and rested her head on one of his knees. “I wish I could make things easier on you, bud. I don’t know how I do it. I FEEL sick to my stomach and I NEVER completely forget what happened. I know that I helped save Veronica, but I’ll always have that sick thought in the back of my head about what my life would have been like if we had been even a little bit slower. Sometimes that’s what keeps me going . . . the desire to make sure that it doesn’t happen again. Sometimes I just think of the people who still depend on me, and the ones I still depend on. Sometimes . . . sometimes I just keep moving. And a lot of the time, I rely on a wisecracking geek I know to cheer me up,” she added. She started to stand and gave Wyrm a kiss on the forehead. “And usually, that’s enough.”
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Back in her own room . . .
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“So, you wanna . . . wander around the house again?” Veronica asked as she and Eliza sat on the bed. The sun was now up in the Terran sky, so all the natives were going to bed. They had been “politely” informed that they shouldn’t leave the house by a Captain of the Palace Guard, so they couldn’t even wander the city. The newcomers of Snake, Bear and Boomer were playing chess in the dining room, as their human sleep cycles hadn’t adjusted very well to life on Terra. And Eliza and Veronica . . . well, they just didn’t sleep that much.
“I thought you saw everything already,” Eliza said.
“Nah, we only got around the front of the house, the north wing and part of the south wing. Then we had that pesky Swords of Cleansing invasion thing.”
“We could go bug the trolls and make them lose count of how many leaves that thing has.” Eliza sighed. “The last time I was THIS bored at my parent’s house, I reenacted the Great Battle of the Alynis Plains with . . .” Eliza stopped and waved her hand at the toys in the room.
Veronica just sat there, staring at the wall of plush toys. Then she started to snicker. Finally, she began to guffaw.
Eliza rolled her eyes and smiled. “I am NEVER sharing anything from my childhood with you EVER again.” Then she joined in with Veronica’s laughter. After a few minutes, she felt her lover’s lips on her ear.
“Maybe we could take a bath?”
Eliza grinned. Veronica had fallen in love with the bathtubs in her parent’s house. They were easily the size of spas back on Earth, with plenty of room for . . . activities. Eliza jumped up from the bed and raced to get to the bathroom first. One advantage of coming from wealth was that even as a kid, Eliza had enjoyed having her own bathroom. Veronica began to undress as Eliza started a water-drawing spell as well as a heating spell. Then the white-haired Hybrid felt Veronica’s hands sliding her clothes off, then those hands reached around and cupped Eliza’s breasts, pinching her nipples between those talented fingers.
“Why my lady, I think you’re planning on seducing me,” Eliza said, moaning slightly as they both slid into the water.
“Actually, you’re pretty much a sure thing,” Veronica said. “Remember, I can read your mind.”
Eliza stuck her tongue out in a childish display, then thought of a much more mature thought came to her mind. “Time me,” she said, then dove her head under the surface of the water.
Veronica watched as her girlfriend’s head found its way between Veronica’s thighs under the smooth surface of the water. Both Hybrids could hold their breath for several minutes, and she wanted to see what kind of “damage” Eliza could do in that time frame. She felt the warm water part as Eliza’s tongue slipped into her pussy and started to wiggle.
” . . . four . . . five . . . six,” Veronica muttered. One of Eliza’s fingers had already found its way into Veronica’s asshole and was exploring her backdoor as Eliza’s tongue continued to rake across the sensitive skin of her outer labia. ” . . . seven . . . eight . . . nine . . .”
‘Eating pussy underwater is hard!’ Eliza thought. The warm water was helping Veronica relax her sphincter, so Eliza’s finger had free reign, but trying to eat that perfect cunt without accidentally swallowing bath water was a bit tricky. She used her free hand to pinch the fleshy area around the clit, stimulating that sensitive nub with Veronica’s own flesh. She licked her way along the surface of her girlfriend’s opening.
” . . . ninety-seven . . . ninety-eight . . . ” The number of digits in Veronica’s ass had just increased to three, and Eliza was using them like a jackhammer. Her normally-snug sphincter was being stretched every which way but loose, and Eliza’s skill at the oral arts was undeniable. As her count reached one hundred and fifty (longer than Eliza’s previous record), both women began to experience a sense of urgency. Veronica realized (a little late), that she was firmly holding Eliza’s head in place, but her lover had gotten the job done. Veronica’s released Eliza’s head as her climax hit her like a truck and she came into the water while gripping the side of the tub like a lifejacket.
Eliza erupted from the water with a sputter and a cough, but she started to smile shortly thereafter. She was feeling a little light-headed from running short on oxygen, but it had been worth the effort, especially after Veronica pulled her in and kissed her.
“You are an AMAZING lover,” the blonde woman said, gripping Eliza’s slippery ass cheeks under the water. “I don’t suppose you have any toys in here, do you?”
“Sorry,” Eliza responded, “but you’re going to HAVE to use your imagination.”
Veronica bit her bottom lip. “Well, I may just have to do something we tried the LAST time we fucked in the tub.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Only if I get to do you too,” Eliza responded, raising the bar a little higher.
Veronica found the idea quite acceptable. She sat on the floor of the tub right next to Eliza, but facing in the opposite direction. Both women spread their legs and braced themselves on the floor of the tub with their right hand while sending their left hand between the other woman’s thighs.
“Last one inside is a rotten . . .” Veronica started, but was cut off as Eliza inserted three fingers, pressed tightly together, into Veronica’s love-nest. “You cheater,” she snarled happily, moving to fit four of her finger’s into her lover’s opening.