Page 59 of Godslayer
I kiss her inner thighs, still watching. Letting her have all her moments. Enjoying the light show her body is puttin’ on. She glows from within. Like she is somethin’ magical. Like she’s somethin’ extraordinary.
And when she’s done, every time without fail, she gives me a long, satisfied smile. I wait for one eye to open. To peek at me.
She doesn’t disappoint. It opens. Well, half way. Her words are husky and low. “Your turn now.”
But I shake my head as I rise up on my knees, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. Do I want her to suck my dick? Of course, I do. But not after what she told me about herlast time with Lover Boy. And how he was mean to her. Made her feel cheap.
Clara Birch is not cheap. She is something dear. Something rare. Something to be cherished.
It’s funny too. Because before she came, women were… whatever. If I had one for a while, it was fine. If I didn’t, that was fine too.
But Clara Birch is going to be by my side for the rest of my life. I know this as sure as I know my own name.
So no. There is no ‘my turn’ now.
There is only our turn.
I pop the button on my pants, enjoying the way her eyes fall down to watch. The zipper comes down next and she bites her lip, trying not to grin too big. Now I crawl up her body, my hands ending up on either side of her head as I spread her legs wide open with my knees.
She reaches down, sliding her hand inside my pants, and pulls me out.
I’ve been hard since she blushed at me in her underwear, but when she squeezes my shaft, it’s a whole other level of ready.
Eagerly, she positions my dick up against her wet opening, and a moment later, I’m pushing myself inside her. Her legs come up, squeezing my hips. Which contracts a whole other set of muscles. I close my eyes, enjoying it.
I don’t even think she knows what she’s doing to me when she squeezes her legs like that. But that just makes it more of a turn on. It’s like her and the sexy underwear she bought by mistake.
This woman is so fuckin’ cute I can’t stand it.
When I make love to Clara Birch, it’s always slow. I give her time to bewitch me. To entrance me. To lure me in, to a place between worlds where only her and I exist.
It’s like time stops when I’m inside her. And her body, glowin’ blue and lightin’ up with symbols I can’t read, becomes my sole reason for living.
We always come at the same time. I wait for her. For the waves of pleasure from the last time to fade enough so that she can enjoy this one on its own merit.
I always know when she’s ready. The signals are mostly the same, with a little variation. Her legs wrap around me, her fingernails dig into my upper arms, her back comes up and her mouth opens.
Sometimes I kiss it as I explode inside her, but this time I lean into her neck and bite her earlobe instead.
She hisses, coming as she does this. And now it’s really my turn, because I let it all out. I put it all inside her. Kissing her neck, and her mouth, and her tits. Until finally, we’re spent, and I roll off to the side, reaching for her. Pulling her in to my chest and holding her.
This is when we both sigh, content. Happy. And fall asleep.
Except, I don’t fall asleep. Because being here, in this other world, isn’t free.
It’s got a cost. And that cost is spark.
I feel it the way I felt it back in Delta City. Thick, like ash floating through air. Which is good, because I need it.
I need alotof it.
Which means I have to take it from Clara. And if she’s here, she can refill without me killin’ people.
Because jumpin’ across dimensions is expensive.
When the augments ambushed us, I didn’t even need to react. In a perfectly functioning augment, the Versi does that all on its own. Which is helpful if you’re fighting spectral code in the Omega Outback with your augmented team who all have the same weapon.
The Versi knows who you are. It’s biologically tagged to me, and on a team, we’re all tagged together. It is impossible to be hit with friendly fire from a VersiStrike unless you’ve got the fucker on manual because you need to shoot your team in the head to end their suffering.
