Ch.8: Touch me.

A.N.:

Yep, it's another long chapter. Like I said: college. I start back next week and I cannot promise a steady updating schedule like I have managed to do so far. I can promise that I will continue to work on this even as my workload piles on. Unless, of course, if my grades start to go down. In that case, I will be working on this sporadically. Okay, moving on. Ahem.

Okay so a bit of a heads up. In this chapter, there is a (somewhat forced) intimate moment between Becket and Alma. It is a…what is it called…lemon? Just an intimate dominating moment that leads to one of the character's submission to the other. It was so outside my writing experience that I don't know if I was too descriptive or not enough.

Alpha 1 and I started to move towards the rear exit of the lobby. We needed to put as much ground between us and the incoming ATC Mercenaries as we could. In the back of my mind, I worried that we had inadvertently boxed ourselves into a corner. If we had, an airport was a bizarre place for a final stand. The two pairs of booted footsteps behind us informed me that Point Man and Holiday had decided to follow us. I idly wondered which one of us Alma would now follow.

She had been with me up until a few minutes ago, but, now that she had her first son back, I had my doubts that she would pay me any attention. After all, I was just a distraction to draw Alma's attention away from Point Man so ATC could reprogram him. I quickly glanced over my right shoulder. Point Man and Holiday were a short distance behind us. I saw Alma moving beside her son in her child form.

She was glancing up at the mute operative with an expression of motherly concern. Returning my vision to straight ahead, I felt a strange feeling that was a combination of betrayal and anger as the mental image of Alma's motherly expression refused to leave my mind. I cringed as I realized that I was jealous of the way that she looked at him. My own mother had never looked at me like that.

In my mind, I heard Alma say, "Don't be jealous. I love you both."

I replied through our bond with an unconvinced tone, "Right…" Then, before I could stop myself, I remarked with a hurt tone, "...you only care about me because of what Armacham did to me. Even then, I was your last choice after you got done with the other men of my team. Admit it, I am the best of a bad situation for you. Fuck you, bitch! Just like a dog...sure you wag your tail as long as I have food, but, once greener pastures become available, you leave."

Sounding genuinely shocked, she replied, "Michael...please...don't believe such horrible things. I was getting you alone...not trying to seduce your teammates. I love you more than you will ever understand...please believe me."

I shot back defensively, "You let me out the amplifier, Alma, but you still have yet to give me a reason to trust you...or believe you."

As we continued onward, I spoke into my com link, "Manny, I was shot down but I have located Holiday and Point Man. We have one confirmed casualty: Ghost 4. We are currently attempting to escape from the remnants of the ATC troops that are in the area. What can you tell me from your end?"

Morales replied, "Damn, that was fast. Anyway, from the way they are talking on their com links, I think you cut the head off the snake for now. The command structure is in complete chaos. I doubt that will last for long, but if you can escape the general area of the airport, ATC is in no condition to pursue you. They are too disorganized to do very much. By the way, that woman you mentioned reached the safe house. She is going over blueprints to see if there is a less direct route for your escape. Hold up, I think she has…"

He was cut off as the female F.E.A.R. operative said, "It's great to know that you two are okay. These two Delta Force operatives have an entire Replica force behind them. We can expose ATC's crimes…"

Morales interrupted, "Never mind, she does not seem to have anything useful to add."

Holiday asked, "Jin? You are alive? We thought you had died in the crash."

She replied, "I am fine. Are you two alright?"

Holiday answered, "Never better."

Irritated, I snapped, "Flirt with your girlfriend later. Miss Kwon, do you have anything to report as to an exit that keeps us from wading through the mercs?"

She replied, "No and the bridge seems to be the only road that connects the airport to the rest of Fairport."

I asked after a moment of thinking, "Is there a shuttle service for the airport?"

Confused, she responded, "Yes, or there was one."

I said, "Thank you Miss Kwon. Manny, keep me posted on ATC forces and especially on their heavy armor and air cover."

Morales replied, "You got it man. Good luck."

I stopped at a map of the building that informed the civilians of the locations of various services. As I looked over the map, beside me Holiday inquired, "So, who are you…Sergeant?"

Without looking away from the diagram, I replied, "Sergeant Becket. Member of Dark Signal." I located what I was looking for and proceeded towards my objective.

As we made our way towards our destination, Holiday continued his questions, "Dark Signal? You guys were diverted to Aristide's penthouse."

I muttered back as I was trying to orient myself, "Yeah, we were. Look, introductions can wait." If my bearings were correct, the depot was close by. In retrospect, it made sense that it would be because it would be more convenient for arriving and departing passengers if the depot was located near the main lobby.

Alma asked, "Where are we going?"

I looked at her as I explained, "Most airports have some form of shuttle service that is either owned by them or is another company that they have an agreement with. It is mostly just to kiss their customers' ass but there is some revenue in it. Anyway, if we are lucky, there might be a shuttle nearby the depot."

She raised her right eyebrow before she said, "That is your great plan? A shuttle bus?"

I replied defensively, "Hey, I don't hear you coming up with anything."

She pointed both hands at herself as she said, "I can rematerialize in different locations. Why do we have to do things your way?"

I argued, "Because my way is what nature intended." She huffed and shook her head.

After a few moments, she relented and said, "Fine, go ahead and take the fun out of it."

Alpha 1 said, "Sir, we should keep moving." I nodded and started towards the depot.

My com link activated and Morales said, "Becket, get out of there! ATC has scrambled a flight of F-22's to level the entire area of the airport. You have exactly four minutes to get out of there. Move your ass now!"

I replied, "Working on it." I yelled aloud, "Double time!" I started running and they followed me. The heavy thud of combat boots and shifting of body armor filled the air as we ran through the ornate corridors.

Behind me, Holiday asked, "Where is it?"

As we approached another fork in the path, I nearly went the wrong way. Over the squeal of the rubber treads of my boots as I rapidly turned in the other direction, I yelled, "Shit, to the right! Hurry, it is just ahead. Time?"

Alpha 1 replied, "Three minutes, ten seconds." I quickened my pace. I collided with the door leading to the exterior of the building, sending it backwards. I fell on top of it as it landed on the concrete floor of the depot. Scrambling to my feet, I nearly cried out in relief as I saw the parked shuttle. It was a passenger model of a full-sized van. It was white except for the large black letters that spelled out, "Port Authority Airport Shuttle Service" along the side of the vehicle. As I neared the driver side door, I saw the bullet holes on the front glass and when I reached the door, I saw the slumped body of a dead masked Delta Force Operative in the driver's seat.

I opened the door, extracted the body, and gently laid it down onto the ground. I respectfully removed and pocketed his dog tags so I could give his family closure as soon as I could. Armacham was certainly never going to extend the same courtesy to their victims' family. In the body's right hand, still locked in a death grip, I saw what appeared to be an ignition key. With some difficulty, I managed to remove the key from the vice like grip. After I stood, I saluted my fallen brother before I climbed into the blood soaked driver's seat.

I inserted the key into the slot on the steering column and twisted it forward. Luck was on my side and the vehicle's V8 engine turned over. As it clattered at an idle, I waited for everyone else to board. Alpha 1 was the last one to sit down in the back and he closed the sliding door. Alma materialized in the seat next to me. With her usual unsettling smile, she gazed up at me. She raised her left hand up to the radio. As I shook my head in disbelief, she activated the radio.

I remarked, "You can't be serious." As I did, the haunting melody of her music box began to pipe through the shuttle's speakers. She gave me a questioning look as I sighed. I said, "Not really driving music but okay." I buckled my seat belt before pressing in on the brake and shifting the transmission into drive.

Alpha 1 reported, "One minute forty seconds."

I pressed the accelerator to the floor. With a burnout, the van began moving forward. The engine roared as the speedometer reached twenty miles per hour. As we neared the first corner, three ATC mercenaries appeared and began firing. Their sub-machine guns had little trouble in penetrating the thin skin of the van. However, the van was moving so fast that the three men only had a small window of opportunity before I ran them over. Blood splattered onto the windshield and onto the hood.

I drifted the van through the turn and five men were waiting on us about ten yards away. They were taking cover on top of an overturned fuel truck. I ducked down below the dashboard to avoid being struck by the hail of bullets that impacted the van in the seconds that it took to pass the tanker. Pushing the van well past its designed limits, I accelerated to forty miles per hour and used the emergency brake to drift through the tight turns of the maze surrounding the airport. A near constant bombardment of enemy gunfire filled the air like lead rain.

Finally, as white smoke started billowing out from the engine compartment, the main road that ran across the bridge came into sight. I drove through the closed metal gate that prevented access to the airport and entered the surface street. We were still not far enough away from the airport to escape the incoming bombing run. We would have to make it to at least the halfway point of the bridge to escape the initial bombardment. Even then, there was no guarantee of safety. It would all depend on timing and the ordnance that was used. I knew better than to expect traditional ordnance. Armacham was going to throw everything at us that they could.

As we approached the entrance to the bridge, I saw a defensive line of about thirty ATC soldiers behind riot barricades and at the center of their formation was a new version of Elite Power Armor that I had never seen before. I looked more advanced than the Replica model I had piloted on my journey to Still Island. I panicked, as I knew the van was completely out of the armored war machine's league. We were about fifty yards away from the entrance with no time to maneuver or find an alternate route.

Almost as if out of thin air, a barrage of missiles rained down on the ATC Power Armor from the left. The walking tank did not explode but I saw the pilot eject from it as it went into repair mode. Puzzled, I risked a quick glance to my left to learn the identity of the guardian. In the brief second that I had, the general design of the helicopter gave away its identity: a Hind D Gunship. It hovered briefly before beginning to strafe the vulnerable ATC mercenaries with its nose mounted 12.7mm rotary cannon. It passed over us as it strafed the men from left to right and barely cleared the top of the van by inches.

With their defensive line effectively neutralized, the surviving mercenaries scattered out of our way as I bulldozed through the riot barriers and entered the bridge.

As the Cold War veteran kept pace with us, my com link activated and I heard the unmistakable robotic tone of a Replica say, "Yankee 2 reporting for close air support, sir."

I replied, "Copy that Yankee 2. Keep up the fire."

Yankee 2 responded, "Yes sir." With the Replica gunship clearing a path for our escape, I pushed the bullet hole ridded van to seventy miles per hour. The damaged engine loudly protested the exertion but I kept the pace. When the pilot reported again, I knew we had run out of time. "Sir, hostile aircraft have entered our airspace."

I ordered, "Do not engage Yankee 2. Continue close air support."

The pilot responded, "Yes sir." I pushed the engine dangerously close to red lining and the speedometer reached a suicidal eighty miles per hour. One miscalculation on my part and we, with the exception of Alma, would be dead before we knew what was happening. I heard the roar of jet engines just seconds before an ear-shattering explosion rocked the air. Ground-shaking tremors quickly accompanied the explosion and were so violent that I nearly lost control of the vehicle.

In the rear view mirror, I saw a huge rolling fireball about ten stories tall engulf the airport. I wondered aloud, "Holy shit, what the Hell was that?"

Yankee 2 reported, "They are coming around and are headed straight for you, sir."

I ordered, "Break off Yankee 2. They are after me, not you. Get to a safe distance."

The pilot replied, "But, sir…"

I interrupted him by saying, "That is an order Yankee 2."

As the helicopter banked off to the right, the pilot responded, "Yes sir."

Moments later, I heard the roar of jet engines approaching. We were nearly at the end of the bridge and it became a race to see who would reach the end first. I pushed the V8 engine into the red line. The temperature gauge rapidly went to the right as the engine threatened to blow. By dumb luck, the engine blew just as we crossed the bridge. Despite my best efforts to control the dead machine, I could not prevent the van from colliding with the side of a building with the driver's side corner. Newton's First Law of Motion reared its ugly head as the van continued on through the wall before stopping about a quarter of the way through. I blacked out from the force of the crash.

"Daddy?" The soft innocent voice caused me to open my eyes. The delicate young girl's face greeted me as I did. I was on my back and above us, I saw a clear blue sky. I rose to my feet and realized that I was back in the green meadow. A gentle tug on my left arm caused me to look back down at the child. She smiled happily at me before she asked, "Push me?" She pointed at the swing attached to the nearby tree.

Still somewhat uncomfortable, I replied, "Sure, why not?" I followed her as she made her way to the swing. She occasionally spun as if she was dancing to a song that only she could hear. We reached the swing and she sat down. I waited until she situated herself and grasped the two coils of rope that attached the seat to the tree branch. Then, I gently pushed her forward. As she went higher and higher with each push, she laughed with excitement.

I could not help but smile at her enjoyment. As she enjoyed herself, she asked, "Why don't you have any memories of being on a swing?"

I replied calmly, "Because I never had a childhood."

Puzzled, she asked, "So you are like Mommy?" I hesitated as I grasped the concept of being categorized with the twisted goddess of death and hatred.

After a few moments, I replied, "Sort of. Both of our fathers were mean to us. The monsters did bad things to us when we were children and then later when we were older."

She seemed to be satisfied and we continued on in silence for a while. Finally, she stopped kicking with her legs and her cycles got slower and slower. After she had slowed enough, I stopped her by grabbing the coils of rope. She looked back up at me over her right shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and carefully lowered her to the ground. She turned around to look at me. I felt a stab of guilt for ever hating such a beautiful child. I had envisioned a monster but she really did seem like a real little girl.

I could see the staggering intelligence in her eyes as well as the immense power she possessed. I had no doubt that in the wrong hands, she could easily be a lethal weapon. Perhaps, it was in the best interest of everyone else that I ensured that she would never have a reason to unleash her power onto the world like her mother.

One Alma was bad enough. Two would be incomprehensibly devastating. Besides, I had never been one to question providence. Furthermore, I did not want to be one of those deadbeats that do not accept the responsibility of having a child. I bent down and hugged the fragile little girl. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rubbed her head against the front of my vest. She whispered, "I love you Daddy."

I whispered back, "I love you too."

"Michael? Wake up." I groaned as I regained consciousness. At first, all I saw was white, but I realized that it was the airbag. I leaned back up against the seat and took a minute to collect myself. I heard Alma say, "Michael? You're okay."

I muttered, "Yeah, bummer." Louder, I said, "Sound off."

Alpha 1 said, "Alpha 1 here sir."

Holiday said, "I'm good Sergeant. So is Point Man."

I smiled weakly before I said, "Great, we are all alive then. Or close enough. Come on, let's get moving before any search parties find us."

I unstrapped myself and turned sideways before kicking open the driver side door. I slid out of the seat and turned around to retrieve my rifle. After I retrieved it, I turned around and headed out of the large hole that the van had created. Ash still rained down from the sky and a thin coat of soot now blanketed the silent street like snow.

I looked back towards the bridge but saw that it was gone. Only the support columns protruding from the surface of the water remained to indicate that a structure had once been located there. In disbelief, I said aloud, "Damn, good thing we got off that thing when we did."

Beside me, Alma asked, "Why didn't the ATC soldiers try to escape like us?"

I replied darkly, "They probably weren't told about the bomb run." Before she could reply, I heard a familiar engine rumble towards us.

Within a minute, the Dark Signal APC pulled up to our location and stopped. Gamma 3 exited the vehicle and approached us with his assault rifle raised and searching for possible threats. With a laugh, Morales exited the vehicle as well. He pointed at me and said, "Well, now isn't this a coincidence? I am out for a little morning ride and right in the middle of nowhere, I bump into Sergeant Becket himself." I laughed sarcastically in a tired tone at his Wild Wild West reference. His joking mannerisms disappeared when he got a better look at me. With almost brotherly concern evident in his voice and in his facial expression, he remarked, "Damn man, you look like hammered shit. How the fuck are you still standing?"

He gently placed his right arm under my left shoulder and guided me towards our APC as he said, "Come on, let's get you guys back to the safe house." My legs wobbled and threatened to give out but I felt Alpha 1 support my right shoulder. Both men helped me into the APC and slowly lowered me into my usual seat. Morales looked at me and quietly asked, "Geez, what the Hell are you putting yourself through Becket?" I lacked the energy to respond and he simply shook his head before returning to the driver's seat.

Alpha 1 knelt down in front of me and raised a small flashlight with his left hand. He requested me, "Sir, follow the light with your eyes." I managed to complete the action and he lowered the flashlight. He said, "Remarkable, you don't show any signs of a concussion. You should be fine until we can get back to the safe house." He sat down in the seat to my left and held his automatic shotgun between his legs with the barrel pointed towards the roof of the vehicle. Holiday sat in the seat that Griffin had been sitting in, Point Man sat in the seat that Redd had been sitting in, and Gamma 3 sat down in the seat that Stokes had been sitting in. As the door closed, Alma materialized in the seat to my right and leaned against my right arm. I noticed Point Man observing her behavior before looking at me as if he was studying me.

Morales started driving the APC towards the safe house. After several minutes, Point Man finally shook his head and looked away from me. I was too exhausted to care. I passed in and out of consciousness as the APC transported us to the safe house. I must have finally given into my fatigue because when Alma woke me up, everyone was exiting the APC. I heard a huge commotion as Jin greeted her teammates. Groaning, I hauled myself to my feet and exited the vehicle. Jin had surrounded herself with the two men and was conversing with Holiday about what had happened after the crash.

Morales had returned to sitting in front of the laptop and Alpha 1 had cleared off a space and was servicing his shotgun. Holiday's voice drew me back to the three newcomers and I asked, "What?"

He repeated, "I think it is time for those introductions." After an in depth explanation of the events that had transpired during my squad's ill-fated mission, I awaited the inevitable barrage of questions. Holiday asked, "So what happened to Aristide?"

I replied, "We tracked her down. She was hiding out in an auxiliary facility for Project Paragon. After we eliminated an ATC kill team, we infiltrated the facility. We apprehended her and made her give us all the information for taking down ATC that we could ever need. Then, we killed her." Jin gasped at my last statement.

I simply shrugged and said, "I don't need to explain myself to any of you. As far as I am concerned, the bitch had it coming." I continued and explained the situation with the Replicas, the Board of Directors, and how I had ended up at the airport.

Jin asked, "So, Alma is pregnant. She raped you after killing most of your squad. Now, you are…helping…her?"

Irritated by her tone, I remarked, "You know, if I talked like that, I could make you the bad guy too." She looked at me in disbelief as she tried to think of what to say next.

Calming myself, I said, "Look, I know how absurd this all sounds, but there are more important things happening right now. ATC has had its skirt pulled up and a select group of people, namely us, has seen what color her panties are. We will all be hunted down like animals unless we can take them down first. Our superiors have abandoned us and our own government will probably deny that we ever existed. We are already walking dead in the world's eyes. Now, if any of you want to take your chances, there is the door. I wish the best of luck for you. Just know that even if you escape the quarantine zone, you are going to be living the rest of your life alone, on the run, and constantly looking over your shoulder. Me on the other hand, I am making my stand here and even if it kills me, I am going to take that company down. So, what's it going to be?"

Jin eyed the door as if she was seriously considering leaving. Holiday rubbed his eyes as he said, "I knew I should have called in sick. Just call in sick. That is all I would have had to do. I could be at home right now watching this on the news." Meanwhile, Point Man seemed completely unmoved by any of the information he had just heard. I wondered if there was anything to him other than just a killer. He reminded me a bit of the Replicas: cold, devoid of any real emotions, completely ruthless in combat, and existing only to carry out his master's orders.

Those qualities made him seem like the perfect soldier on paper. However, sometimes, a human touch is required. Finally, Jin asked me, "Becket, are you really going to let the world burn for that…thing? That monster? Also, for whatever it is that is growing inside of her?"

I replied, "If that is how things turn out, then yes. I am. Maybe you should get a better understanding of things before you cast your judgment. Fire can destroy, but it also can create new life. Good or evil, it all depends on your point of view."

She was speechless for a moment before she said with what I could have sworn was sympathy in her voice, "You fool, can't you see what she is doing to you? Listen to yourself, that is not you Sergeant. That is what she is turning you into."

The more I listened to her, the more the black mass inside my mind broke free from my control. I felt a powerful, almost irresistible urge to kill the woman. I began seeing hallucinations of her dead, bloodied corpse sprawled out on the floor. Though I could not remember doing it, I suddenly felt my right hand firmly grasping my pistol in its holster. In my peripheral vision, I saw that Alpha 1 had reassembled his shotgun and was silently loading his weapon so he could assist me should I follow through with my urge. I also noticed that Morales was doing the same thing with his assault rifle.

I fought to contain the urge but it proved to be nearly impossible. With undesirable difficulty, I managed to calm my thoughts and released my grip on my pistol. I said, "Don't you dare talk to me like that again. You don't know me so don't pretend to understand how I feel about certain things. Get in my way, and I will gun you down. Do we understand each other Miss Kwon?"

The F.E.A.R. Operative's eyes were narrowed and her lips were drawn tout as she tried to hide her fear from me. I could see it emitting from her short frame almost like a glowing cloud that surrounded her. Finally, she said, "Yes, we understand each other perfectly."

I smiled darkly before I said, "Good. Now, I am going to get some rest. Stay or leave, the choice is yours."

I turned around and walked back into the APC. I closed the hatch and slumped against the middle seat on the left side of the compartment. Exhaustion hit me immediately and I was barely able to summon the energy to move my head to look around. Alma materialized before me and I instantly realized that she was up to something. Her child form smirked at me and I finally managed to ask in a barely audible voice, "What are you going to do?" She continued to smirk at me except her child form morphed into her healthy adult form.

The low orange light emitted by the vehicle's cabin light fixtures cast an orange hue against her normally pale skin. Her long raven hair gracefully hung down over her feminine shoulders. However, this time, her hair failed to cover the flawless, supple breasts that she had endowed herself with. Her bare, slim body possessed no shortcomings or flaws that would have diminished her goddess-like physique. Her hypnotic eyes held a look of both amusement at my vulnerability and sympathy for my desperation.

In a shaky voice, I begged, "No. Get away from me!"

I tried to escape from her but I simply lacked any energy to do so. My normal energy reserves had long since been depleted and whatever lifesaving adrenaline was in my body had been used up over the course of the past several hours. With my body's last line of defense gone and with my mental defenses worn out, I was completely at her mercy. I croaked out as loud as I could, "Manny, Alpha 1, somebody…h-help!"

As she walked towards me from the back of the vehicle, she whispered, "No one can hear us. Don't be afraid Michael, I won't hurt you." No! I had endured the burning agony of her touch before and I had no desire to ever feel it again. I tried to move once more but my body failed to acknowledge my command. A frigid sensation washed over me as I realized the reason for my inability to move: my body was no longer my own, it was her's to do with as she pleased. Only my mind was still my own.

However, as I was forced to watch her move towards me, I felt my will begin to dissolve. Her bare lower torso was the most beautiful display of the female core that I had ever seen. Its flawless pale skin lacked any folds from aging or accumulated weight gain as it remained tight like that of a genetically blessed young adult woman. So tout was her skin that the pronounced trench between her abdominal muscles was pressed against the interior side of her skin to flaunt its sculpture-perfect appearance as it ran from below her two tantalizing mounds of flesh down to cup her small concave bellybutton before continuing down to fade into oblivion as it neared her hairless tight womanhood.

I started to whimper as she straddled my waist, but she quietly shushed me like a mother would do to her baby. Her body's amazing feeling of softness was easily detected by the raging mass of sensitive nerve endings that desperately wanted the removal of the thin layer of clothing that prevented them from physically touching the goddess on the other side. She closed the distance between us until our noses where nearly touching. I could feel her essence seeping into my own. As it did, my mind began to weaken as her mind began to overwrite and replace it with her own. Her frigid breath wafted against my face and I tried to turn my head away as I pleaded on the verge of crying, "Please...Alma...don't. I will do anything you ask...just please don't...I want my mind...please..."

She shushed me quietly again as her soft left hand guided my head back so I was gazing into her beautiful eyes that had darkened to nearly becoming red. Desperately, I pleaded, "Get off me. I don't want this." I tried to push her off with my hands but I had no strength left at all. She smiled as her hands grasped my left hand. I was about to ask what she was doing but I heard the sound of a Velcro strap being undone. As the feeling of warm, dry air assaulted my left hand, I realized that she had taken off the protective glove. She repeated the process with my right hand. She inched her body up against mine and had now effectively pinned me against the wall. With the heat given off from the recently used machine warming my back and her cold body cooling the front of my body, my nerves were in a tailspin.

She leaned forward and whispered into my right ear with a soft, inviting tone, "Touch me."

I softly whimpered, "No."

Her hands grasped mine and raised them up. She whispered, "Don't be afraid. My body is yours just like yours is mine. Our minds belong to each other my love. Don't fight it...accept it...I want to be yours...please, be mine."

Her hands lightly pressed mine into the smooth, frigid flesh of the sides of her abdomen. I had to suppress the moan resulting from the euphoric feeling I got from just feeling her skin with my bare hands. Her hands guided mine slowly upwards before releasing them from her grasp. I tried to stop but my body betrayed me and my hands continued their exploration of the goddess's well-toned body. She raised her hands up around the back of my head and neck. Before I could plead with her to stop, she gently pulled me into her and our lips met.

In that instant, my thoughts were torn asunder and my mind was left in a daze as it tried to make sense of what it was feeling. Just as my mind nearly fought its way through the fog and my thoughts returned to normal, she retracted for a brief second before descending upon me again. This time, she kissed me deeply and all rational thought left me as her tongue intruded into my mouth. As she continued the kiss, she started moaning into me and pulled me into her as tightly as she could.

Her shapely legs wrapped around my waist and the protruding result of her efforts rubbed against her womanhood through the material of my uniform's pants. She moaned louder and started to thrust her hips more and more to intensify the feedback she felt. I was too much in a state of complete stimulant overload as my mind drowned in a sea of ecstasy to either push her away or take part.

The overwhelming physical feedback that I was flooded with combined with the intense psychic feedback bouncing back and forth between us through our bond quickly proved too much for me to handle. Within twenty seconds, I suddenly pulled her in closer with the last ounce of strength I had left in my arms as I reached release. She made a satisfied moan but, as if to completely ensure my submission, she continued. For nearly a minute, she held us together before she finally relented and leaned back from my shaking form.

She gazed down at me and smiled before she asked, "Mine?" I numbly nodded and she quickly leaned in and kissed me briefly. She retracted from my body and started to lower herself onto her back on the seat next to me. I stood so she could stretch out on top of the row of seats. After she had comfortably positioned herself, she raised her left hand up and grasped my right hand. She guided me down to lie on top of her. I lied prostrate on top of her and ended up resting my head just above her developed chest. Before I could say or do anything, she started humming softly. My beaten and overstimulated body gave no resistance to her siren melody and I feel asleep.