Ch. 41: Akira's game: I want to feel (Lemon)

A.N.:

Sorry everyone.

Believe it or not, my original idea made even less sense than this one. I rewrote this chapter, which is why it took so long. Oh, and yes this all happened but Alma changed Alpha 1's and Foxtrot 813's memories so that only she and Becket would remember...until Becket told them the story xD

Yes, this is a lemon chapter. Basically, I wanted to find a way for my Alma character to experience something very human. Again, I tried not to be explicit but I may have gone a little overboard because the last one was kind of bleh.

I am still pretty new to the lemon thing so...yeah...not very good.

To the underage readers that have continued to read this story, I must ask you to stop and find something more age appropriate. Okay, I tried...

Anyway,

Read and review if you want.

Aiming through my scope, I fired my assault rifle at the "good" me. However, to both my surprise and delight, he suddenly began to match my speed. The Armacham from his universe had discovered the secret of "slow-mo" as well. However, he was less experienced with using his and, as a result, he wasted his energy like I had during Fairport.

I had since learned that when it came to my enhanced reflexes, the trick was not to force your reflexes to move your body faster but instead to let the reflexes move you faster naturally. As a result, my reflexes lasted longer than his did. When his movements finally returned to normal, I used my last round to disarm him because I knew that a single round, even in the head, would not be able to kill him. No, he was like me: annoyingly difficult to kill.

My round sent his Patten flying off into the fire. Deactivating my reflexes, I went to reload my rifle so that I could finish him off. However, he caught me off guard when he rushed forward and tackled me. I growled as the force of the impact knocked the wind out of me temporarily. Before I could recover, he knocked my rifle out of my hands. It slid a few feet away towards the center of the ride.

He tried to break my neck but as he wrapped his hands around my head, I jumped backwards. We landed hard onto the rusted surface of the platform. He grunted as the force of the impact rattled him enough for me to break free and stand. Turning around to face him, I found him still on the ground. I raised my right foot and stomped down where his head was. He rolled out of the way just in time and instead, my foot collapsed the section of the platform.

Turning to face him, I deflected the right punch with my left arm and countered with a high right kick that caught him in the left side of his head. I heard his skull crack and he staggered back a few steps. His wound would have been fatal for the average person so I went to retrieve my rifle before he could recover. However, he recovered sooner than I had anticipated.

As I picked up my rifle, I howled in agony as he suddenly discharged his Seegert's entire magazine into the back of my torso and head. My armor bar was reduced to half and my health bar was reduced to a quarter. Enraged, I roared with my demonic voice as I wheeled around. Before he could react, I assaulted him a psychic blast.

My blast sent him flying back through the air and when he landed, he bounced before rolling dangerously close to the edge of the fire. He moaned slightly as he attempted to stand to get away from the fire. However, I teleported before him and then grabbed him by his throat with my left hand. Picking him up as I held my rifle towards the ground with my right hand, I growled with disgust, "Coward! You dare to attack me while my back is turned?!"

Turning, I threw him into the column in the center of the platform that held up the roof. The rusted metal column groaned as it struggled to weather the impact while the sound of snapping vertebrae filled the air. Though clearly in agony, the "good" me tried to quickly reload his sidearm. However, again, I teleported to be standing directly in front of him.

I slapped the pistol out of his grasp with the back of my gloved left hand. Then, I cracked him across the face with the butt of my rifle's stock. Blood flew out of his mouth and he collapsed up against the column. I picked him up by his throat again and forced him to stand against the column as I held him there. I mocked him, "You can't even die like a Spartan because you are a coward. You're not even a tin soldier. Do you know what you are?"

Gasping for breath, he did not reply. I demanded, "DO YOU?!" He managed to shake his head. I growled, "You're nothing but a dog. You know what Spartans do with cowardly little dogs? We make them our slaves. You want to be my slave little doggie?" He started to motion with his head but I slammed his head against the column. Then, I said, "Too bad little doggie. I don't want to catch your coward. It's disgusting. You are not fit to wear this uniform. So, are you ready to die little doggie?"

Before he could reply, I projected my anger into him and his body began to smoke. His screams were lost to me as I held him with a vise-like grip. Seconds later, his body was just a mere bloody skeleton in my grasp. I dropped the remains and then turned around. Startling me slightly, Alma appeared before me in her child form.

She smirked slightly before she said, "Michael, Mommy has told you not to play with your food."

Reloading my rifle, I asked with my normal voice, "Ah, so you did see that?" She nodded in response. I continued, "So, it seems that we are the evil ones."

She smiled slightly before she said, "Seems incredibly judgmental but...yes, it appears so."

The walls of fire died down but I saw that there was an endless black void beyond us. I asked, "Oh, come on! What now?"

Alma explained, "Michael, we have to destroy the good universe."

Confused, I asked, "Why?"

She replied, "There can only be one!"

I snorted before I asked, "Seriously?"

She pouted before she asked, "Can't I be dramatic for once? Fine...seriously, the good me will keep trying to kill us because we are evil."

Wanting to be lazy, I asked, "Can't we just be friends? I mean, with the other Alma, we could have a threesome...you know how much you have wanted one of those."

She sighed before she remarked, "Oh...NOW...you want a threesome."

I replied, "Excuse me for not wanting to cheat on you. With the other one being you, it would not be cheating on you would it?"

She thought for a moment before she said, "Well, technically no..." Then, she continued with a serious tone, "Anyway, Michael, we have to do this."

I replied, "Are you out of your mind? The good Alma is the president of Armacham...I don't know how exactly that works, but still. It took everyone in the world attacking them all at once in this universe. How are just the two of us going to be enough to take them down?"

Alma giggled before she said, "It won't be just the two of us, my love."

Confused, I asked, "What are you talking about?"

From behind me, Alpha 1 said with his deep voice, "We stand with you, Brother."

Turning, I saw Alpha 1 and Foxtrot 813 approaching me with two of Alma's portals behind them. Alma stood beside me. I said, "There is no way that this is going to work. Even if we went straight for Armacham Headquarters in Fairport, that's a Hell of a lot of people to get through. Not to mention the fact that we would have to get through the good Point Man and Fettel. Assuming that we managed to pull off that miracle, there is no way that we could destroy an entire universe."

Alpha 1 assured me, "I was engineered for the express purpose of being a counter for Point Man."

Foxtrot 813 assured me with a bitter tone, "Leave Fettel to me, sir. Bastard used me...made me kill my own brethren...then took control of me like I was his body suit." He pointed at himself with his left index finger and finished, "His ass is mine!"

Alma informed me, "Don't worry about destroying the universe, Michael. All we have to do is get to the good Alma. She has a device that will allow us to destroy the universe without killing us in the process."

Realizing that this was actually going to happen, I sighed. Then, I said, "Alright, fuck the world! Let's do it!" Alma giggled and a bright flash came over my vision as she transported us to the other universe.

Our commandeered armored truck squealed to a halt. Giving a nod to Alpha 1, who was standing beside me wielding a M134 Minigun, I prepared to exit the cargo bay. He returned the nod and we rushed forward. After kicking open the cargo doors, we exited the truck and proceeded towards the main entrance of Armacham Headquarters. As we neared the entrance, Foxtrot 813 caught up with us. Upon reaching the metal framed glass doors, Alma materialized before us in her "normal" adult form and opened the doors for us. With my Patten PK470 at the ready, I led the way inside.

There was no immediate reaction from the conversing security guards clad in light armor, which was nearly identical to our universe's ATC Security Guard armor except that instead of blue they were crimson, on the other side of the metal detectors. As I passed through the upright three-sided rectangle of the scanner, it gave off an alert. Sighing, one of the guards looked away from his buddy as he started, "Sir, please remove all metallic object...holy shit!"

Upon seeing us, the guard began to reach for his sidearm. However, I aimed through my scope, activated my reflexes, and began to fire my rifle. With my rifle firing slow enough for me to see the empty shell casings as they ejected, I dropped the first security guard with a single shot to the head, riddled the seated second guard with five rounds, and gunned down the other two guards that were leaning against the right wall.

After deactivating my reflexes, I patched into the building's general systems with my HUD's onboard processor. I hacked into their announcement system and said, "Attention all Armacham personnel, this is Mr. Death. I advise everyone to vacate the premises immediately. Please do so in an orderly fashion to minimize the loss of life and property. I give you my word that unarmed personnel will not be fired upon. Please, do us both a favor by keeping hysterics and pointless heroics to a minimum. I've had a long day, and I do still have other things to do after this so please just cooperate and we can all get through this quickly."

In the interest of good manners, I finished, "I apologize that you have been caught up in this. Please understand that this is not in any way personal. If you have your children here today for some reason, please cover their eyes until you have exited the building. Have a pleasant day." I deactivated the system and cleared my HUD. Then, looking back at my allies, I motioned for us to move out.

As we proceeded through the lobby towards the elevators, streams of Armacham civilian personnel began to move past us as they made their way towards the exit. I was grateful that, for once, they were not hysterical and were calmly exiting the building. A few were carrying briefcases or loose paperwork that they were taking home to finish.

After Alpha 1 set up the minigun in its "turret" mode by placing it atop its motorized stand so that it would keep the incoming Law Enforcement at bay, we continued towards the elevator. Upon reaching the elevator, Foxtrot 813 pressed the call button. After waiting for a few moments, the elevator to our right opened. We waited for the occupants to exit and then we walked inside. Holding the barrel of my rifle up towards the ceiling of the elevator, I selected the button for the top floor with my left index finger. After a moment, the doors began to close.

However, a woman's voice called out, "Hold the door please." Confused, I pressed the button for the doors to open. A middle-aged man in a wine colored shirt and khakis and a young woman in a scientist outfit entered the elevator.

Casually, the woman said, "10th floor please."

Afterwards, the man said, "15th floor please."

I pressed the floor buttons and the elevator doors closed. As the annoying elevator music played, we began to ascend. After a moment, the awkward silence was broken when the young woman addressed Alma, "I like your dress."

Alma, who was still in her "normal" adult form, replied, "Oh, thank you. I like your shoes."

The woman replied sheepishly, "Thank you. I didn't think that anyone noticed them. I bought them yesterday but now I think that they clash with my outfit."

Alma assured her, "No, I think they're lovely. Who is he?"

She asked, "H-he?"

My wife giggled before she said, "You seem like a creature of habit and changing something of your outfit is a huge change. So, who is he? I'm sorry that he didn't notice your new shoes."

She replied timidly, "He is on my team. We've been working together for weeks and I can't get him to notice me. He is nice and we get along but he never...looks...at me. Maybe if I changed my hair it would get his attention."

Alma said, "Sweetie, trust me, men wouldn't notice us if we were on fire. You have to make the first move but do so in a way that makes them think that they made the first move."

I added, "It's true, ma'am. Men are good with most things, but picking up on subtle clues isn't one of them. You have to be direct with us otherwise it's not going to register on our radar...figuratively speaking of course. Also, we have the need to feel in control of the situation, so to speak, so you have to make us feel like we made the first move otherwise we feel threatened and invaded."

Puzzled, the woman asked, "How do I do that?"

Alma asked, "Have you tried, you know, showing him the goods?"

She replied in a stunned tone, "N-no."

Foxtrot 813 said, "See, there's your problem..."

Alpha 1 continued, "...the trick is doing it in a classy way..."

I continued, "...don't show it off all up front..."

Alma finished, "...make him work for it."

The elevator stopped before it was supposed to. As the doors opened, I saw Fettel, clad in ATC Mercenary Attire, along with a dozen ATC Security Guards waiting for us. As they fired at us, Foxtrot 813 remarked, "Excuse me, this is my floor." He squeezed past us and then exited the elevator with his Patten PK470 at the ready. Using his reflexes, he dropped the other guards with headshots. As the doors began to close, I saw him approaching a shocked Paxton Fettel at normal speed.

Just before the doors closed, I heard him remark, "This is for Foxtrot Leader, Foxtrot 1014, Foxtrot 107, Foxtrot 1017, Foxtrot 1123, Foxtrot 503, Foxtrot 120, Foxtrot 806, Foxtrot 508, and Foxtrot 813."

Fettel demanded, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The sentient Replica briefly removed his war-ravaged helmet, revealing the scarred yet familiar face beneath it. Fettel gasped in response. After placing his helmet back over his head, the sole survivor of the Foxtrots that were present at Command Post Sigma during the incident replied with his distorted voice, "My name is Foxtrot 813! I am the monster that you turned me into! I am the voice of my murdered brethren...now...WE will have OUR revenge!"

The doors closed and we began to ascend once more. I informed the two civilians, "You know you two are crazy."

The man replied, "Yes, sir. We know."

I nodded in response. Moments later, we reached the tenth floor. When the doors opened, the woman exited the elevator. As she ran down the hallway, she called back, "Thanks for the advice!" The doors closed and we continued our ascent. After dropping off the man on his floor, we continued towards Alma's office.

Alma commented, "You know, in our universe, Aristide's office was in a separate building and I don't think that it was on the top floor."

I replied, "Lucky us, in this universe, your office is on the top floor of the main building. I wonder how you became president and yet still had your sons."

She offered, "I know how, if you want to hear it."

I shook my head as I replied, "No, not really."

We arrived at a floor. As the doors opened, there was Point Man waiting for us, though his face was visible as he wore attire similar to the other Point Man from Akira's universe. He was alone unlike his brother. Without saying anything, Alpha 1 exited the elevator. Silently, the two super soldiers stared each other down with their respective weapon down at their sides. Then, to my shock, Alpha 1 tossed his Vollmer Automatic Shotgun, The Hammer, and his K-BAR fighting knife aside. Continuing his mask-like facial expression, Point Man gave my brother the slightest of nods and then followed suit with his G2A2 Assault Rifle, AT-14 Pistol, and combat knife.

Afterwards, both of the engineered weapons of war bowed respectively at each other. It seemed that, even in this universe, Alpha 1 was the only man or woman that Point Man respected and saw as his equal. True, Point Man cared for Jin Sun-Kwon, but there was something between him and my brother that went beyond emotional attachment. As the doors closed, I saw the two men running towards each other with an intensity in their postures that made it clear that only one of them was going to be alive when the fight ended.

As the elevator began its final ascent, Alma suddenly began to cry quietly. Concerned, I wrapped my left arm around her gently as I asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"

She composed herself and then replied, "I...I just...I just can't stand it when he gets like that."

Not sure who she was referring to, I asked, "Who? Point Man?"

She shook her head before she replied, "No, Alpha 1. He is so kind and gentle. When he gets like that, I can feel the pain that it causes him. Just like you..."

I did not know what to say. I hugged her tighter for a second and then released her. Finally, moments later, we arrived at the top floor. I raised my rifle up. As the doors opened, I saw an empty hallway that had a single, large door at the end of it. Sweeping our surroundings with my rifle at the ready, I led the way down the hallway. When we reached the door, it opened for us.

Upon entering the room, I found an office that, from Alma's memories, resembled Aristide's office from Armacham Headquarters in our universe except that at the far end, there was a large glass window that gave a panoramic view of the city. Through the window, I could see police and news helicopters circling the building above the nighttime city. The lights in the room were off and so the only source of light was the window.

There, with her back to us as she looked out over the city with her hands cupped together behind her back, was the "good" Alma. I aimed through my scope at the back of her head. Without moving, she said with a voice that lacked any hint of raw power, "There is no need for that, Michael. I do not intend to put up a fight because I have already seen how this is going to end. Why do think it was so easy to get to me?"

Lowering my rifle, I asked, "If you knew what was going to happen, why did you sent your Becket after me?"

She laughed dryly before she replied, "Do you think we have any choice in these things, Michael? Infinite timelines and yet only two were able to diverge from the path. After this, only your universe will be left."

She turned around to face us. When she had, I finally got a good look at her face. I was confused for a moment because the woman that looked back at me resembled Alice except that she had long brown hair. In addition, her simple blue eyes lacked any trace of power. She smiled slightly at me before she said, "Surprised, Michael? No, I am not like my evil counterpart. I am what she would have been if Origin had never happened. I do have powers but I do not have the raw anger required to become what my counterpart has become. My sons were consensual with my late husband and I did not meet your counterpart until a few hours ago."

I said, "Not meaning to be rude, but spare me your life story. The less I understand about what is going on here, the better for my sanity. Just give us what we came for and you can leave."

She raised her right eyebrow for a moment before she remarked, "Perhaps...I was wrong about you. Perhaps not...I guess it makes no difference. Very well, I will give you what you came for..." The "good" Alma looked over at my Alma and said, "Whenever you are ready."

My Alma nodded in response. Confused, I watched as my Alma dissolved into a cloud of rose petal-like particles that moved over to engulf the other Alma. Her eyes closed and she began to moan quietly as her hair slowly turned raven and her skin began to change to a frost grey. Meanwhile, the contours of her face became heart shaped while also thinning slightly. Her figure thinned to become more hourglass shaped. Her arms and legs became fitter without losing their feminine appearance. Her snug business attire dissolved into ash until she was completely nude, revealing the smooth, soft beautiful skin of her goddess-like body. Her breasts became fuller and perfect while her buttocks became more toned.

After almost a minute of the bizarre spectacle, she stopped moaning. By then, she had become a perfect replica of my Alma's "seductive" form. She was silent for a moment. Then, she opened her eyes to reveal that they had changed to become golden orange orbs that glowed with both beauty and power. As I took in the sight of a truly "alive" seductive version of my Alma, I remarked, "Well, that was only the second most unsettling thing that I have seen today."

She pouted with her full lips before she asked, "You don't like it?"

Raising my left hand up, I assured her, "No, no I love it...just not something that I see every day...you know, you taking over another you's body. You look amazing sweetie."

She smiled before she said, "Thank you...it feels strange to be able to feel things like this."

I nodded as I said, "I bet." Then, looking around, I asked, "Okay, so where is this device that you mentioned?" I felt a chill run down my spine as she giggled ominously. When I looked back at her, she had an evil smirk on her face. Frightened, I asked, "Al-Alma wh-what are y-you doing?"

Her smirk darkened before she explained, "Silly little boy, the body of my 'good' self is the device." The door behind us slammed shut and I got the impression that there was no force on Earth that was strong enough to get it open again. Due to the darkness in the room, I had not noticed before but, now, I saw that there was an aura around Alma. However, unlike her typical red aura, she had a jet-black aura that was only visible because it was darker than the darkness around it. I had never seen such an aura. Even Akira's aura was lighter than Alma's new aura.

The air around her seemed to vibrate as she calmly looked at me. When I did not move or say anything for a minute, she smiled and then asked, "Michael, what is it?"

With a timid voice, I replied, "Your aura...it's...what did you do?"

She gave me a knowing look before she said, "That should be obvious."

Knowing that I was not going to like the answer, I asked, "How is this going to destroy this universe?"

She smirked darkly again before she explained, "You remember what the birth contractions in Akira's universe did to Fairport? Imagine that, but double the power and, now, I will be able to...feel."

Stunned, frightened, and slightly aroused, I replied, "You...you can't be serious."

She walked closer to me as she said, "Oh, but I am serious my love. This body is, shall we say, a powerful engine that just needs a little jump-start to power to life. The other me was as big of an ice queen as they come. I need to feel, Michael. Primal...animalistic...feel. The only other way would be for you to hurt me like Armacham hurt me in our universe and we both know that you don't have it in you to hurt me."

Knowing that she was intimidating me, my goddess herded me to stand against the wall. She stopped with her face only inches away from mine. After removing my rifle from my grasp and using her mind to slowly lower it to the ground, she leaned in and whispered into my right ear, "It will be my first time experiencing it with a body. Think of it as taking my virginity."

I replied, "Alma, no. We-we won. Come on, we have to finish Akira's game."

She pressed her soft warm body into me as she whispered with a low, husky voice, "Hmph...forget that daddy's girl, Michael. I want to play a game now. It's called: you can't cum until you give me an orgasm that destroys the universe."

Despite the situation, I snorted humorously before I asked, "You do remember the part where I am not that great...shit, who am I kidding, I am not good at sex right?"

She leaned back slightly so that she was looking me in the eyes. Then, she said, "Aw, that's so cute. Seriously though, Michael, if you don't start I will rip it off and make you watch me pleasure myself with it while I am in my child form."

I asked, "How exactly would that work? I mean, there wouldn't be any blood flow so..." I cried out as she suddenly snaked her right hand down my pants and gripped my slightly stiff member painfully hard. With my manhood, literally, being held hostage, I said, "Ow! I'm sorry, I'll do it! Let go!"

She smirked as she released me and began to withdraw her hand from my member, though she did so slowly to ensure that I felt her soft warm hand brushing against the surface of my now extra sensitive shaft. When I shuttered from the amazing feeling of her hand brushing against it, her smirk grew. Leaving her hand down my pants, she repositioned her hand so that it was cupping the growing organ's length. Moving her body so that her right shoulder was resting against the left side of my chest, she taunted me by slowly stroking the length of it.

Meanwhile, she used her other hand to reduce the glove covering my right hand to ash. Then, she guided my bare hand up to cup the soft mounds of flesh on her chest. She caused my hand to squeeze and release her breasts for a moment before she guided my hand down. As she slowly led my hand downwards, I felt my digits tail along the surface of her well-toned yet still feminine abdomen slow enough that I could feel the developed muscles flexing and then relaxing. To torment me even more, she progressively slowed the descent of my hand as it neared her nether lips.

Finally, I felt a sudden increase in her body heat and a feeling of wetness seconds before I felt the distinct sensation of the exterior skin of her womanhood's protective labia. She giggled perversely before she whispered, "Dirty boy, you already got me wet. So, my little prude, do you need me to show you the way inside or do you remember how to open the door?" When I failed to act, she sighed before she whispered, "Fine...here." I gasped quietly as I felt her begin to guide my digits slowly inside of her.

I fought to control myself as I absorbed the sensation of her tight, warm wetness and the agonizing throbbing of my constricted member that begged for freedom from the confines of my underwear and pants. I begged her desperately, "Alma...no...we-we can't do th-this. All these pe-people...we'll ki-kill them. We...we...can't...not right. Please...stop...Alma stop...please. I...I...don't want to do...ah...do th-this. I'm begging you...please...stop...I ca-can't do th-this."

She looked up at me with a strange look of confusion and excitement on her face, which I suppose was natural because what she was feeling was all new to her. She released my hand and member. After she withdrew her hands and then hugged me around my chest, her lips began to quiver for a moment before she pleaded, "Michael, please. This is my only chance to feel what it is like. Do you have any idea how it feels to have been in a drug-induced coma the entire time that your body is going through puberty? I gave birth to two children without ever losing my virginity, Michael! I have never felt how it feels to masturbate or have sex."

Stunned, I replied, "Alma...what about when you were possessing..."

She shook her head briefly before she explained, "No, it didn't work like I had hoped...even if I possess someone, there isn't a direct connection between me and the body. I was basically getting a feeling of a feeling. I felt even less than when we have sex normally...which I do love, I really do...but...it's just not...as real to me because I have never felt it to know what to replicate for myself to feel."

Stunned and heartbroken, I asked, "Alma, why didn't you say something if you weren't enjoying it?"

She assured me, "No, no, I was enjoying it, Michael...just not like you were." She continued her plea, "Michael, we can only do this once...the psychic blast will destroy this body because it is not truly my own and this is the last living body of me anywhere. All the other universes are done and my own body was destroyed in the Origin Explosion. We destroyed all of my clones beneath Wade Mansion too. Please...I know this makes me a horrible, selfish person...but I just want to feel it...just once. Please Michael, I'll do anything for you to make it up to you...please, just let me feel what an orgasm feels like...please? I want to know...please Michael?"

Looking into her pleading eyes, I mentally screamed every imaginative combination of obscenities and swear words as the situation hit me square in the face. I was caught in a moral paradox. I would make a wrong decision no matter what I did. If I agreed to her request, I would kill every living creature in this universe and violate my oath as a soldier to protect life. If I denied her request, I would be violating my oath as her husband and best friend to do whatever it took to make her happy.

I was a soldier, how could I even consider doing this? Killing to protect and even killing for personal reasons seemed laughable offenses compared to this. This was not killing. This was annihilation. However, as I looked into her vulnerable, pleading eyes, I asked myself how I could not do this. After all, I did not know any of these people so why should I care? This was my beautiful Alma's happiness that I was talking about. She was my other half, how could I even consider not doing this? What kind of horrible, selfish husband would not do something that made his wife happy just because it hurt him?

I made my decision. Before she knew what was happening, I had reinserted the digits of my right hand into her hot, wet womanhood while my right thumb teased the sensitive nerve cluster above it. Meanwhile, I used my abilities to reduce my clothing to ash so that when she cried out in surprise, I silenced her by kissing her deeply as I pushed her to lie atop the office desk.

She moaned in delight and gratitude as she pulled me in closer. At first, I had the upper hand inside of her mouth but after she had fully recovered from shock, she quickly reestablished her dominance. I did not care though. When we finally parted, we looked at each other panting due to our starved, aching lungs crying out for relief while a nearly invisible trail of saliva remained attached between us until its own weight caused it to collapse and fall apart.

When she had caught her breath, my goddess said, "Th-thank you, Michael."

I growled back with my demonic voice, "Shut up! I hate you! You always make me choose between you and hurting other people!"

Due to our link, she knew that I did not mean what I said and that I really just wanted to make her happy. Smirking cruelly, she lowered her right hand down to my member and began to drag her warm digits along its surface to tease me. When the effects of her teasing began to manifest, she egged me on, "Yeah? Am I a bad little girl, mister soldier?" When I growled in response, she flashed another cruel smirk before she continued, "Yeah, I am a bad girl. Is the big bad soldier going to punish me?"

Again, I growled in response. She smirked as she stopped teasing my throbbing length and guided my right hand out of her and up to her mouth. Without breaking eye contact with me, she slowly sucked her juices off of my fingers, causing my throbbing to increase until it was almost maddening. Just when she sensed that I could not stand it any longer, she released my hand and reached down to my aching member. However, as she started to guide me into her, I managed to fight against my primal urges enough to say, "No, your...first...time. So, you get...top...to control...how your first time feels."

Realizing what I was trying to say, she smiled slightly in gratitude. Using her abilities, she cleared off the items on the desk and then stood. She turned me around before she pushed me back to lie entirely atop the desk. Climbing up on top of the desk, she moved to be above my protruding length with her knees on either side my waist.

Looking down at me with a rare expression of nervousness, she began to lower herself slowly onto me. As we made contact, I saw a little red flush begin to appear around the top of her cheeks, just below her eyes, and across the bridge of her nose. As the tip of my length teased her entrance, she gave off a strange noise and her flush grew. Using her weight and spreading her legs apart, she pushed me past her entrance.

Then, suddenly, my length moved past the protective muscle barrier and slid into her interior. Her eyes closed and the entire area around her eyes flushed red while she gave off a scream that left her only as a strained whisper. Though I was overwhelmed by the sensation that I was experiencing, I forced myself to remain silent so that it remained her moment for her to remember. Her cry remained a whisper until she had guided my entire length into her. When she did, she let out a loud cry that momentarily caused me to go deaf as ringing filled my ears and shattered the glass window.

For nearly a minute, she held me inside of her as she lied down on top of me. As we held each other, we gazed at each other in a silent conversation of mutual sensation. Then, she pushed herself back up and began to ascend and descend me. Allowing her to experiment, I did my best to remain silent as she launched into her quest to experience as much as possible so that she could replicate it later.

Due to the countless combinations that she tried, it is easier for me to state what we did not do. The only things that we did not do were things involving bowel movements, other people, urine, and any combination of those three things. Whenever Alma sensed that I was getting close, she sent an extremely brief sensation of pain into my mind through our link. The stabs of pain were just enough to pull me back from release for another round.

As we continued, I began to notice that my aura was becoming thinner while Alma's aura was becoming thicker. Despite my growing numbness and weakness, I mentally smirked as I realized what she was doing. Like a capacitor in an electrical circuit or a sponge placed into a body of water, she was collecting my psychic energy and storing it with her own so that she could release it all in one massive release. I also noticed that Alma had created a temporary spatial anomaly around us because the helicopters outside the shattered window were moving so slow that they were essentially motionless.

Eventually, I became too weak to stand. She guided our sweat-covered bodies back to where we had started on top of the desk, though it had collapsed during the course of our experimentation and the top of the desk was now flush against the floor. By then, my aura was all but gone while Alma's black aura had become a thick miasma around her. Breaking my silence, I involuntarily whimpered as the area around my heart began to ache.

Sensing my distress and being physically exhausted to the point of shaking herself, she pulled me so that the left side of my head rested against the slick, flawless skin of her right bosom. Though the softness of her skin was comforting, I whimpered, "A-Al-Alma...I-I can-can't..."

Ascending and descending my entire length with her engorged womanhood as fast as she could, she cooed softly, "Almost there...Michael..." The air inside the room began to vibrate. Moments later, the loose objects began to move towards the ceiling. With single-minded obsession, Alma held me tighter as she buried the front of her head into the top of my right shoulder. Using all of her remaining strength, she pushed her body faster and faster.

I was too weak to cry out in fright when the roof above us tore away to reveal a giant Hellish red column of massing raw energy that was similar to the one that I had seen in Akira's universe. Chunks of the surrounding buildings rose up into the sky to swirl around the column. My vision began to darken as my body threatened to give out from the exertion. Using all of my will power, I forced myself to remain conscious. Finally, I felt her muscles tighten around my member as she pushed herself over the edge.

Being desperate for release, we both climaxed at nearly the same time. Similar to how she had screamed in Akira's universe while she was having the contractions, Alma let out an inhumanly loud wail except this one was of ecstasy instead of agony. The last thing that I remember before my body succumbed to exhaustion was seeing a massive psychic pulse annihilating everything in its path and the sky ripping open as the universe began to fall apart. Then, darkness overtook my vision.

"Michael?"

"Brother?"

Groaning, I opened my eyes to find that I was lying prostrate on top of the rusted platform of the merry-go-round. Alpha 1 and Alma helped me to my feet. I saw Foxtrot 813 a few feet away scanning our surroundings with his rifle raised. Alpha 1 handed me my rifle. As I took it, I remarked, "You know, someday I want to hear how you defeated Point Man."

To my confusion, my Brother asked, "What are you talking about?"

I replied, "You know, we went to the other universe and attacked ATC Headquarters in Fairport? Remember?"

He was silent for a moment as he looked at me. Then, he said, "Negative. You suddenly passed out when you stepped foot on this ride. Whatever you experienced was likely the result of whatever it was that knocked you out. However..." He paused to show me a new stuffed animal, which was a simple white furred rabbit with pink ears. Then, he finished, "...we did find this next to your head when we got over to you."

Bewildered, I looked down at my dark-haired goddess and asked, "Alma, you remember that right? You and I...you know...universe annihilation and stuff. You wanted to know how a certain something felt?"

She smiled innocently before she replied, "I have no idea what you are talking about, Michael. You know, some sensations can be very strong...one might even say...orgasmic. Destroying an entire universe...why, that sounds so...evil." I gulped involuntarily. She finished, "Now, come on, those jarheads or whatever it is that you call them aren't going to lose a bet themselves." She started skipping towards the rollercoaster. Sighing, I followed behind her.