Apocalypse
I own nothing.
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"God dammit, sumbitch! Why the hell won't you just fucking die already?" screamed the pale female, firing shot after relentless shot at her target of choice.
Deftly dodging the blaze of fire that shot out of the silvery wall, she turned blazing blue eyes on the dark silhouette of her attacker. The figure took the shots without flinching and spun to return the fire, landing a powerful blast of illegal, military grade plasma directly at the female's shoulder. She hissed as she gripped the injury, but shook her head to clear it, letting the shock of getting hit, the pain in her shoulder shoot up her spine, pulsing like the adrenaline that shot through her veins, fueling the fire as the air around her turned stale, the wind on the jungle-like planet dying ash a feral grown tore itself up from the bottom of her lungs.
Her opponent remained unfazed.
"What the fuck are you?" she gasped, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits.
Pressing the heels of her palms together, a charge of red light building between them as the energy around her crackled with building electricity.
Letting loose an angry war cry, she thrust her hands forward and unleashed a torrent of cruel, dark energy, hitting the cloaked figure.
The blast was blinding, but, as the light cleared, the walls about them decimated by the force of the blow, a single, cloaked figure stood amidst the ruins, silent, almost taunting with its continued existence.
And then it charged.
Moving faster than she could counter, it sliced through her armor with razor sharp claws, tore through her flimsy undershirt, and decapitated her body.
'GAME OVER' flashed in cruel, blocky red letters across the screen as Omen stood, tearing the simulation glasses off her face and throwing them down as she shouted, "God damn video game is fucking rigged!!!"
A soft, relaxed chuckle tore her from her rant as her head swiveled to see a figure, tall and powerful, smiling at her from the doorway as her heart skipped a beat. Omen opened her mouth to speak, but found herself incapable of words as the green alien rested one long, tapered finger drag along the maroon wall as she sauntered over to the girl, a slight sway in her slender hips as she approached.
Smooth tentacles brushed against her face as Omen felt the alien woman's lips press to her own, eyes closing in appreciation of the perfection that blessed her with soft kisses, littering her face with them before pulling back.
"Myaxx," breathed Omen, thusly naming the goddess of green.
A smirk played across Myaxx's face as she cheekily replied, "Can I help you?"
An explosion from the screen as her Omen's character died again brought her back to reality as she swore, "Dammit! Swear to fucking God this thing's rigged!"
Myaxx chuckled again, a sound as mesmerizing as it was pleasing, and murmured into Omen's golden hair, "I love it when you curse."
Swallowing loudly, Omen blushed a brilliant shade of red, skin softly glowing an iridescent blue as she whispered, "You're one kinky bitch, love."
Myaxx purred and Omen's world shrunk down to her, just her, the beautiful, perfect alien queen, lovely goddess that was Myaxx. Surely nothing could exist outside of this brilliant female! Surely the world would end if she were unable to make her happy!
"Azmuth worked me so hard today," breathed the queen, her soft scent a mixture of peaches and chocolate and something else, something utterly and indescribably Myaxx that left her mind reeling, craving more.
"He's an ass," agreed Omen, nodding absentmindedly. "Want me to kill him?"
Another tired chuckle escaped the lips of the angel as she answered, "Sure. We can plan it together, but not now. Right now, I want something."
"Anything, Myaxx. Anything your heart desires is yours," huffed Omen, feeling one slender hand gliding up her leg, playing with the hem of her short blue skirt as her mind went into overdrive, cheeks flushing redder than before.
"Are you sure?" Myaxx questioned, deep crimson oceans gleaming with false concern.
"Always, love. Always," replied Omen, gasping as Myaxx's touches went from suggestive to provocative, cupping one sculpted cheek of Omen's bottom.
"I want you," Myaxx responded, pulling back to let Omen answer.
'Looks like the world won't end tonight,' thought Omen as she unbuttoned the collar of her starched shirt, smiling as she murmured, "As you wish."
