City-21 “Kyiv”, UNSA Protectorate, Avril Dominion
Industrial Zone “NES Factory”, Medical Center “Lizard Tail”
Maksim Chernykh and Nikola Kowalski, August 13, 2049, 2:29 AM
Having changed already into just his long shorts, Max had been lying on the bed for about fifteen minutes, struggling with the Factory local network on his tablet – thanks to the necessary invites Nikola had shared. Truth be told, he had trouble concentrating, and it wasn’t even the nerves, or the accumulated stress after all this terrible day. Actually, his back was itching like crazy post-surgery, somewhere under his skin, so that he couldn’t reach it even if his life depended on this.
However, he had forgotten about urging to scratch himself for the last three minutes – because a very intriguing group of people was found on a forum; they called themselves the “Linkers.” The most interesting thing was the service offered by these guys. It was no less than connecting to the TACTA network in a secure mode, allowing safety even in the Protectorate-occupied city without being detected.
Such an opportunity obviously provided huge advantages in the current situation. More than that, communication was an essential condition for any team’s survival.
How they managed it, Maksim now understood after Alisa’s explanations. These crafty guys somehow summoned the TACTA Drone in the chaos of the first day, bought a professional switchboard, and a whole bunch of connection modules to go with it. After that, it was a simple matter. They could put up an announcement and reap the rewards from those desperate for reliable communication. It was clear that now, after the curfew had begun, the chances of surviving a Drone call were slim. However, everyone still needed to stay connected.
However, after thinking it through, Max concluded that the Linkers didn’t put up that announcement out of the goodness of their hearts, nor because they had initially planned to become some sort of post-apocalyptic extranet provider.
“It makes perfect sense! It’s said that they’re willing to accept payment in any currency, be it TACTA grants or Protectorate sols. But obviously, no one would sell sols here, and grants can only be obtained by summoning a Drone. So, anyone who decides to take that deadly risk of making the call, if they’re not an idiot, would first ensure their communication needs are met. Yeah, what these ‘merchants’ require is not money – it’s a service. It’s no coincidence their ad mentions ‘barter possible.’ They probably want to leave Kyiv as soon as possible,” Maksim had no doubt that the Linkers knew about the outside situation and could draw conclusions.
And that meant he would have some negotiations to hold in the morning. Alisa’s plan to leave the city right after summoning the Drone was entirely feasible; the only weak link was maintaining a connection with the TAСTA network before the Drone arrived to actually place the order. If they could manage this without using standard cellular networks, it would significantly reduce the risk of the Protectorate responding in advance.
Unfortunately, Max couldn’t find out more details. The Linkers’ announcement stated that after midnight, only a bot would respond to messages. He sent a request for a meeting early in the morning and finally got ready for bed, putting away his tablet...
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Suddenly, the door slid aside — and a vision appeared on the threshold. Green mischievous eyes. A sly smirk on her lips. A mane of red hair that after a shower, clearly with the help of a hairdryer, had turned into a bright cloud of curls. And the final blow – she was only wearing a towel.
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Max had a fleeting thought that this beauty, backlit by the corridor lights, looked just like a torch — exactly as glowing and... hot.
“Are bored girls allowed here?” Nikola casually adjusted the white knot on her chest, which threatened to unravel at any moment, and lounged against the door frame, remaining at the entrance.
“They are rather needed here, I’d say,” the guy quickly sat up and made a welcoming gesture with his hand. Thoughts of his itching back vanished without a trace.
With the grace of a cat — or was it a fox? — Redhead slid into the room. The terry cloth shifted slightly, surely “only by chance” revealing a glimpse of her pubis with a narrow strip of neatly shaved hair.
The door closed behind her with a soft hiss, cutting them off from the outside world. She paused for a moment, giving the guy a quick, meaningful squint, with green devilish sparks dancing in her eyes.
Then, both simultaneously opened their interfaces and hurriedly pressed “disable video feed,” “mute sound,” and “status: do not disturb.”
“Seems, we are busted now,” Redhead smiled.
“WonderKid’s asleep, and Alisa, as always, had already figured it out,” Max waved dismissively.
“Alright then,” Nika laughed, slowly approaching the bed. “By the way, mister, you owe me a date! With a romantic walk, good food, and… wild sex!”
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“No problem, Sunshine,” the guy raised his hand and started ticking off fingers. “We’ve already had the walk, even a ride, consider it a tour. How’d you like the sightseeing of a freshly conquered Protectorate city?”
“It sucked.”
“But the thrill and even deadly risk was included in the price. So, it counts. Next: good food — we had that.”
“That was frozen paella! And I cooked it myself!”
“You’d better not say it wasn’t tasty!”
“Well… it was,” Nika smiled coquettishly. “But I hope the third promised part will be even better.”
Instead of saying something, Max approached her and gave a kiss, embracing this little minx.
Red closed her eyes and reacted with so much passion, that a gentle contact of the lips deepened quickly, turning into a foreplay of their tongues’ tips. The guy raised his hand, running it through the slightly wet red curls, burrowing his fingers in the silky mane, holding and lightly massaging Nikola’s head. Her breathing became deeper and less steady, a shiver rushed through her whole body.
She tried to break away for a second with a husky whisper, “Ah, at this rate, the third part will be good…”, but the young man didn’t let her finish, capturing her lips again.
Nikola’s thoughts were dissolving in the growing sensations, and finally, her mind became completely empty. The bonfire below her belly was growing stronger and more persistent by the second, and the heat was rising higher and higher, affecting every cell in her body. The tension of the day melted away, replaced by the electric thrill.
As they were fervently French kissing, Maksim’s hand went down, caressing her back with the tips of his fingers.
“Just… ahh… don’t scratch me, please… I got… new skin… printed down there,” she managed to breathe out without opening her eyes.
“Shh, Sunshine… I’ll be gentle,” Max whispered in her ear, not forgetting to mark it with a little peck and bit the earlobe slightly, next returning to her lips.
When his palm had finally reached her buttocks, Red got startled and froze for a second.
“Further…”
Silently, Maksim turned Nika around and firmly pressed her back against him.
And here the girl realized that she lost the first round; only drowning in the sweet sensations was left for her while the guy’s lips slowly caressed her neck. His left hand squeezed her breast lightly through the thick terrycloth, while his right hand was already sneakily reaching her pubis. The towel, which was only staying on the girl by some miracle, could not prevent this “intrusion.”
It’s hard to say whether it was Max’s skillful touch, or maybe Nikola’s cumulated anticipation… It could pretty much be the stress of the day, or presumably all of it combined together… But after five minutes of active fondling and teasing her, Nika abruptly arched her back, moaning loudly and then biting her lower lip, tightly clutching her arms at the guy’s head.
Max’s fingers were already wet, so he responded to the moans by lifting his palm a little higher and gently squeezing her clitoris with his fingers. It took only a few motions, after which Nika squeezed her legs, finally savoring her orgasm. She quivered a few times, and drops of sweat broke out on her temples.
He gave the girl time to recover, just standing and snuggling quietly against her back. But it wasn’t only his torso that she was feeling now. Through the fabric, Redhead noted another important member of today’s meeting, which was asking – no, demanding – some continuation.
Smirking slyly, she turned around and invitingly traced her fingers on the part of his body obscured by shorts.
“Sunshine, we can’t.” He gave a sad sigh. “You’re awesome, and I really want you. But you’re not the only one who’s had a surgery today. Doctor Alisa suspended me from any strong physical activity for a week, I quote, ‘including sex’.”
“Mm-hmm… But I really want to…”
“We still can’t.”
A short push with her hands made Max to step back. Another one sent him on the bed. And here was the redheaded vixen, already on the floor, slightly spreading his legs.
Damn! It was a hit below the belt! The towel, as if by itself, suddenly slipped to the floor, and Max just couldn’t take his eyes off the naked charmer provocatively leaning over with all her body. She gazed up into his eyes deviously with a look of strong anticipation.
“Did you hear that if you can’t do something but really want to, then you can, you’ll only need to be cautious?”
Nika slightly touched his stomach with her fingertips. The plastic of the cybernetic hands felt excitingly cool against his heated body.
“By the way, Max, you know what?” Red licked her lips enticingly. “There’s some wonderful way that doesn’t require the man to do much work. Catch my drift? Anyway, it’s my turn now.”
A few quick movements, and the guy was already shortless, with his fingers touching her head. He didn’t intend to give up that easily…
But…
Not this time.
After all, Nika also had some skills at her disposal.
Outside, the world continued to change at a furious pace, but for now, in this room, nothing else mattered but the connection they were forging, the desire for more moments like this to come.
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“Hmm…” Red swallowed again. “That’s much…”
She playfully collected the rest of the semen that got on her chin and licked it off her finger.
“Been a while since you’ve slept with a girl?”
Max hugged her and buried his hands in her red mane. For the umpteenth time this night…
“To be honest, yeah, long enough. About half a year, I guess,” he replied, leaning back to make space. Nika climbed onto the bed, wrapping an arm around his chest.
“That’s strange… I mean, you’re a great guy. How come?” she traced invisible patterns on his torso with her finger.
“I don’t know. After Alba, I never really had any lasting relationships. Just one-night stands. Nothing serious. And even that wasn’t often... The main thing was... one mission. More important than relationships or sex.”
“Alisa?”
“Yes,” Max replied simply.
“You’re strong… I think I like that about you…”
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They were almost drifting off when the restless Redhead nudged Max with her elbow.
“And what about Dasha? You two really aren’t sleeping together? I mean… she’s pretty cool. I’d do her!”
“Vasilevskaya? Yeah, she’s wonderful, that’s true. Back when we first met, I thought there was some spark between us. Some special chemistry... you know.”
“I understand.”
“But she wanted to remain just friends. I think Dasha sees me as a sort of older brother. That’s why she huffs when seeing me with other girls.”
“Should we not tell her yet?”
“So, we’re already a couple then?” Max raised his head a little, looking intently at Nika.
“Well, so long as we’re both enjoying it… And you weren’t exactly taken, were you? Besides, mine. Want. Purr-r-r-r-r...”
Her cybernetic yet so alive fingers gently brushed his cheek.
Maksim simply turned his head and kissed her.
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“Shall we sleep?”
“Yup.” His fingers buried in the fire-red curls. Once again. “Looks like I’m becoming a fetishist…”
Her smile flashed.
“Good night.”
“Mm-hmm… And we’re not brushing our teeth... just this once, okay?” her voice sounded dreamy. “One time won’t hurt…”
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