MISSION FORCE ONE
THE NEW AGENCY
CHAPTER TWO
Three years after the GalaTech Hiest, Commander Miles Callisto of Mission Force One, is on a verge of defeating Commander Nemex and Nemesystems. But, a new threat has arisen, and in order to stop it, he would need allies and wits to help defend his home from it. When this threat starts to terrorize his home galaxy, and his family and friends are being tortured, he will stop at nothing to save them.
WARNING: LEMON SCENE AHEAD. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Malison sat in her office, looking at a report on Commander Sleet, when a messenger came in, with a message. She read it and called in one of her most trusted spies. A young Irish human came in, and stood at attention. "Aine, I have a mission for you and your team" Malison announced, sitting down. "What is it, Commander?" the Irish girl asked. "The General Commander wants eyes on this potential threat. Only you and your team, will know of this threat. You know the drill; weaknesses, social order, caste system if they have one, you name it" the former thief explained.
Aine nodded, before saluting and walking out, as Loretta walked in. "Well, well. Looks like someone's stressed" she mused, before pushing Malison's chair back into the wall and climbing on her lap, wrapping her arms around the former thief's neck. Malison slammed her lips on Loretta's and brought her closer. The older Callisto moaned and started to grind her hips, causing the former thief to growl.
Outside, the Department of Intelligence heard the moans and growls coming from their Commander's office, and smiled. They knew it who it was, and couldn't be happier their fearless Commander had a loving stress reliever. The smiled and shook their heads, before going back to work.
The following morning, Malison was laying in bed, with Loretta on top, both bare of clothing. The former thief lovingly rubbed her hand down Loretta's arm, while the girl in question smiled in pure bliss. "How did I fall in love with the most sexiest thief in the Cosmos?" Loretta asked, looking at the elder thief with love in her eyes. "I don't know. How did you?" was the reply.
Loretta scoffed and lightly smacked Malison's arm. "I'm serious" Loretta scowled, but then smiled when she saw a raised eyebrow on her lover's face. Malison stared at the Mission Specialist, before she kissed her. Loretta returned it and gasped when Malison flipped them, to where she was on top.
Before she could continue, a knock was heard. Malison growled in frustration and Loretta giggled. "What is it?" The former thief growled. "The General Commander needs you both" the Messenger answered, before receding footsteps were heard.
Malison groaned, and got up with Loretta, before getting dressed.
"What the hell? How did Tempesteros fall?" Mirandos exclaimed, pacing angrily. "I don't know how, Mirandos" Miles answered, highly perplexed himself. "They had to have technology to bypass the Force Field Satellites" thought Phoebe.
Loretta noticed a mark on her neck and ear, and smirked. Phoebe noticed and slightly narrowed her eyes, as a silent warning.
"Mirandos, how's the deployment of the Mountain Crushers?" asked Miles. "A thousand has already been deployed on planets such as, Earth, Tozmas and Zukato" Mirandos answered. "Good" Miles praised, before bringing up a picture of a massive Starfleet.
It was surrounding a mothership, three times as big as Earth. "This is the mothership. What we need to do, is find out how to shut their engines down" Miles explained. Sora looked at the hologram, studying it.
Frida was there, the elderly Asian watching with interest. "Sora? What is it" she asked. "It can repair itself. How in the stars are we going to destroy it permanently?" Sora asked, bitterly. Everyone in the room, knew that she was more vulnerable to stress these days, and Frida hated seeing her this stressed. She made a mental note to relieve her stress later on.
"Good point. Let's continue planning" Miles said, and everyone nodded.
Frida and Sora
Sora was taking a shower, with Frida out in the living room, watching television. Frida remembered when she met Sora, when she was fourteen. She remembered her eyes, and how alive they were. She remembered how she smiled, how it made her heart skip a beat; it happened every time she smiled.
Frida couldn't take it anymore, and walked into the bathroom, where Sora was. She walked in and took a good look at the slender body of her niece. Sora turned and jumped when she saw Frida.
Frida walked into the shower and pushed Sora against the wall, and slammed her lips against the young inventor's. Sora moaned and Frida picked her up, with the inventor's legs wrapped around her waist. Frida trailed kisses down her neck, earning a moan of pleasure. There was a storm raging in Frida's gray eyes, as Sora continued to moan.
Frida smirked seductively, as she put two fingers in Sora's core, and started to thrust. A gasp was heard, before the moaning continued. Soon, Sora released and put her forehead to Frida's.
"Thank you. I needed that" she said, and Frida smiled. "I know you did" Frida replied, her breathes heavy. "Well, let me give you your reward" Sora said, smiling seductively.
The next morning, both Sora and Frida slept in, bare of clothing, as they cuddled.
Cheryl and Phoebe
Phoebe backed into her bedroom, with a giggling Cheryl. She pushed her assistant back, slamming the door in the process, and kissed her. Cheryl kissed back, ripping off her employer's uniform top.
Topless, Phoebe picked Cheryl up, the assistant immediately wrapping her legs around the elder's waist. The old Callisto held her up, as she put Cheryl on the bed, before crawling on top of her.
She kissed the assistant, the brunette moaning in response. Cheryl sat up and Phoebe took off her shirt, leaving her chest and stomach bare. The brunette quickly unbuckled her employer's pants and put her hand down in them. Phoebe moaned and started to kiss her neck.
Few minutes went by, and Cheryl allowed Phoebe to take off her pants and underwear, before taking off her own. Cheryl smiled lovingly, the elder returning it and started to moan in pleasure as Phoebe started to hump. The headboard was making contact with the wall, as Phoebe continued.
Cheryl released, while screaming Phoebe's name. They both panted, before the brunette flipped them, and kissed Phoebe. The elder moaned and gasped when Cheryl started to suck and nip at her neck.
The next morning, Phoebe was sore with hickeys on her neck. Cheryl walked into her office, swaying her hips and smirking seductively. Phoebe smiled and backed her chair against the wall, as Cheryl sat on her lap, facing her. "Oh, is my baby sore?" Cheryl asked.
That morning, Phoebe could care less about being sore, as long as Cheryl knew when enough was enough.