CH11 - Consequence II

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/AN: Warning: Explicit content.

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"I had long ago stopped believing in promises. Biological imperatives, yes. Environmental factors, yes. Promises, no." - Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

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When the door slowly slid open, I noticed.

At night, the hab lighting dimmed, but it was never completely dark.

I felt the mattress shift.

Then cool fingers grasped my flaccid cock, and wet warmth enveloped the head.

Obviously, the moment the door opened, I checked the sousveillance data.

I slid my elbows back, looking down at her. Canary— Paige— looked me straight in the eyes, and slid more of my hardening cock into her mouth. She climbed over my leg, settling down as she ran her tongue up and around the shaft, pumping the bottom softly with her hand.

She was wearing the same thing as yesterday. Lime green top and violet pants. Between temperature control and biomods, I wasn't wearing anything at all.

She let me slip out of her mouth with a faint pop. She crawled up. "God, you're cut," she muttered.

"What are…"

"Shut up," she interrupted. She pressed herself against me. Even if I hadn't known, I could tell that her brief time in prison hadn't been enough to hurt her fitness. There was muscle under that lithe surface. More than I would have expected.

I squeezed her arm experimentally, running my fingers over it. She gave a husky laugh, grinding her crotch into me. Looking at me. There was something intense in her gaze.

She wasn't in a good place. If I was a better person, I'd push her away.

I slid my hand up her shoulder, along her neck, and gripped her hair lightly. She didn't react even as I pulled her head toward mine. I kissed her. Her mouth opened for me, eagerly reciprocating. After a minute, I pulled back, letting her gasp for air.

She rested her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily, before I saw her hands slide down, gripping the waist of her pants and pulling down. I grasped them with a foot and pulled them the rest of the way.

I took hold of her hips and moved her, letting the shaft of my cock slide up and down against her core. I couldn't see it from this angle, but I could feel the tickle of downy fuzz and the hot, slick wetness that told me more than words ever could.

"Come on," she breathed into my neck. She grabbed my sides and ground herself into me, lifting her head and looking me in the eyes. "Do it, do it, do—"

I reached down, pushed my head in, and without pause thrusted up into her. She jerked, inhaling sharply, and I felt her pussy clamp down, like a vice. My eyes widened, and after letting out a breath, she caught my eyes again. Laughed once more. "The feathers... are just the surface," she whispered, sliding her body up my chest only to shove herself back down. She shuddered, and my cock throbbed. The pressure was intense, almost painful.

"I don't even know your name," she groaned. I felt her clench.

"Henry," I replied, pulling myself to a sitting position. She shifted, continuing to press herself into my chest, slowly rotating her hips. I growled, and grabbed her ass, forcefully pistoning her up and down my shaft.

"Henry," she whispered. "You won't hurt me, right?" There was something needful there, something deeper just out of sight.

"I don't hurt what's mine."

She shuddered again.

"That's what you want. Isn't it."

"Just… I… nf." Red was crawling up her chest and neck, and she kissed me hard. "Keep me safe?"

"Yes."

She spasmed on my cock, velvet steel tightening down. I continued to lift her up and force her back down, with difficulty, as she shook, whining incoherently. After six seconds, her shaking began to subside, and she looked at me in dull surprise. "Oh, god… you're still inside..."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Guys always get pushed out after I come," she said, her tone almost disbelieving. I rolled us over, putting her on her back, and started to speed up. She was impossibly tight now… but that wasn't a problem for me.

"We aren't going to be done for a long time," I promised, and there was nothing said after that. Just her guttering moans, and the sound of pounding flesh.

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The atmosphere was different.

Paige was curled up against me, now, not at the far end of the couch. There was still something desperate, there, but for all that she seemed more settled. She wasn't walking on eggshells, like yesterday.

Not that she could walk very well right now, but that was something different altogether.

Lisa was still out of it. She had woken earlier, squinted at us briefly, said "nope," and turned resolutely away.

Sabah was my biggest concern. I didn't want to hide Paige, especially now, but I did not expect Sabah to handle the implications as Paige or Lisa did. Frankly, I still wasn't sure how Lisa felt about it— she and I had bigger issues right now to worry about.

As for Coil, I'd taken measures, but I was still thinking. I couldn't see his moves unless he succeeded, which obviously wasn't an option…

I did not fear him, but I knew the people around me were considerably more vulnerable than I was. Perhaps… I would need to show a few more cards. Maybe. It was hard for me to trust.

Abruptly, I stood up.

"Henry?"

"There's something I need to do," I said.

[Opening cellular communication with contact: Sabah… Ringing… Connected.]

"Hello?"

"It's Henry. I'm back… do you think we could meet? At that coffee shop on Saxon Court."

Silence.

"Coffee…" Her tone was strange.

"Is something wrong?"

"...No, um. Sure. What is this about?"

"I'll explain when we're there."

"...Yes. Okay."

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We were sitting at a table, no costumes. My hat and boots neatly covering anything unusual about my body.

Sabah had yet to touch the coffee. She seemed nervous, almost distressed.

"Did you hear about Canary's case?" I asked.

"...Yes. Very unfortunate. Wasn't she broken out, though?" she said, confused.

"Yes. But I was just curious, if you thought her sentence was just."

Oddly, as I continued the subject Sabah seemed less nervous. I wondered what she had been worried about, but it didn't matter.

She would be more upset soon enough.

"Well…" She chewed her lip thoughtfully. "I must admit, I did not look very closely. Perhaps that is to my discredit. But the impression I got was… well, let me check things, so that I may answer you fairly." She pulled out her phone, a new model, I noticed. I waited quietly while she browsed.

"Okay," she said. "She mastered her boyfriend, and he tried to… force his penis into… one of his own orifices. He ended up…" she cringed. "...breaking his penis. Along with other lesser injury. But because you brought it up. I guess there is more to it, and looking further I find a claim that Canary only told him to 'go fuck himself' after a performance… but nothing more about that. Which is strange."

"Alright. Suppose that it was true. She told him to go fuck himself, and did not expect him to actually do it. Is the Birdcage fair?"

"...No. But I am biased, I think."

I stared at her seriously, and she shifted nervously. I got up, and stepped around the table, sitting next to her. She looked at me, eyes wide.

A flash of terahertz radiation told me there was nothing close that might hear.

"I was the one that broke her out."

For a long moment, Sabah did not move at all. Then she jerked up out of her seat, stepping away.

"You… what? People were killed, Henry. Is this some kind of, of joke?" Even as she said it, I could see that she didn't believe it.

"I understand if this is a prob—"

"You understand!?" she said loudly, louder than I'd ever heard her. "I've— I've made major decisions, based on the money from our work. I can't— I need it now, and you decided to go— to... " she gave a strangled laugh. "I thought this was going to be you hitting on me, but this is so, so much worse. I…"

She trailed off, staring at me. Turned and walked, stopped. Then kept walking, out of the coffee shop.

I didn't follow.

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/AN: Mo money mo problems

/AN: As corrupt as they may be, they needed an excuse to call her a Brute, and for fun I decided they had one: her minor mutations aren't just skin deep. More better photoreceptors. Lower res screens look really messed up for the girl. She's got extra white muscle fiber from nonsensically applied bird physiology. It's not enough to decide a fight, but it does technically make her a Brute 1. If you squint really hard, and wave your hands furiously. It also means she contracts like steel cable (not literally tho)… I imagine Alexandria wouldn't be even slightly sympathetic.