So, that escalated quickly…
This shouldn’t have happened. By all rights, we should have gone a few months or so of sexual tensions. I mean maybe we end up at Union City and I get into trouble or something, leading to Justine saving me, bringing us closer. Then we drift apart because she finds me giving CPR to a girl whose shirt I had to rip apart in order to save that girl’s life, buuuuut the problem is, Justine thought I was making out with the girl and about to do her. Some shit like that. Then I save Justine’s life because she manages to get into trouble for something stupid which causes her to realize she was being foolish and that I actually do care her. Soooo we get back together or something BUT THEN maybe a former fiancé or ex-boyfriend of hers pops up randomly causing me to get extremely jealous and I push her away which makes us drift apart again. She gets all sad and also pushes me away until we somehow end up trapped somewhere together and we finally have a wild night of passion and love making, letting us finally realize our true feelings for each other.
Nope, we just skipped all of that and went straight for the sex. Huh. That is not how the movies said it would be. I feel tricked…But I got to sleep!!
Let me repeat that because I am unsure if anyone heard me correctly.
I.
Got.
To.
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!
But let me ask you, the imaginary audience, something kind of…well, strange; have you ever fallen asleep during sex? Not after, not before, but during sex…cause, I may have…I wonder if Justine knows…
“Are you awake now, little one?”
Uh oh…
“Um…No?”
“Lie.”
“I know…so…what happened?”
“I got you on the bed and took off your clothes. I climbed on top of you. And that is when you fell asleep.”
“…”
“I am not angry.”
“How come I don’t believe you?”
“I am not THAT angry.”
“Soooo…you are angry.”
“You fell asleep with me on top of you and after I guided you inside.”
“…”
“Did you sleep well?”
“I refuse to answer that question.”
“You have not slept for two days and you just had to fight Jacque and myself. It is natural for you to be tired. Answer me; did you sleep well?”
I am honestly terrified to say I did sleep well. Seriously, would ANY girl like to hear that the guy she was fucking slept well DURING their love making? I mean, I was inside her and then, POOF!!! I AM SLEEPING!!! LISTEN TO ME SNORE!!! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Yeah, this can only end badly. But if I tell her I did not sleep well, she will know I am lying and get angry. Fucking bullshit detector. I still don’t know how that shit works. If I lie, she will get angry. If I tell the truth, she will get angry. I CAN’T FUCKING WIN HERE!!!
“Did you sleep well?”
“Please don’t make me answer that…No matter what I say, you’ll get pissed at me…”
“Did. You. Sleep. Well?”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. You know what? Screw it.
“Sigh. Yes.”
“Good.”
Wait, that’s it? She seriously just said good and turned her back to me. No other comment? No angry yelling? No…beating the shit out of me? This is…terrifying. Silence is scary. I know she’s furious. I hate it when girls do this…Sigh. I better apologize.
“Justine?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“…”
She is definitely not making this easy for me. Fucking hell. I know she’s pissed. She has to be. I would be if I was having sex with someone and that someone decides to fall asleep on me. Maybe if I try something to make up for it. I snuggle closer to her and wrap an arm around her, resting my hand on her stomach. Justine doesn’t react except to say something.
“What are you doing?”
“Ummm…cuddling?”
“Why?”
“Um…I don’t know?”
“…”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I am so screwed. What do I have to do? Why do girls always say they are fine and not mad when they clearly are?! Fuck.
“Justine?”
“What?” she asks flatly. Shit she’s really pissed…
“I know you’re angry.”
“…”
“I don’t blame you at all. So…Anything you want me to do, I will do it.”
“…”
“I promise.”
“Anything?”
Oh shit…this REALLY cannot be good. But if it will get her to stop being all pissy at me, I’ll take that risk. Oh please be something reasonable and won’t kill me or embarrass me…or make me do something I will regret.
I take a deep breath, hold it for a second and slowly let it out.
“Yes. Anything. Within reason though.”
A bright smile appears on her face as she turns to face me. Oh fuck me. That’s never a good sign. She must have been planning this from the beginning. I just know it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I already regret this. What could she possibly want me to do?
“Justine? What are you planning?”
“Do not concern yourself with that. I will cash in on your one favor soon.”
“…I hate you, you small titted purple lady.”
“Lie,” Justine smiles at me. Well, at least she’s cheering up. Maybe she will forget about that one favor later…
“Justine?”
“Yes?”
“Any chance you will tell me to do that favor now?”
“No. And you will keep your promise to do anything I ask of you or I will tell everyone what you did.”
“You suck.”
“Well, I did do that last night as you slept,” she winked at me. Huh, I do vaguely remember that. Oh…she’s moving. Where is her hand go…Ohhhh. Okay.
“I did not get to finish last night. So, do your part, little one.”
“Is this the favor?”
“No.”
“Balls…This would have been an easy favor,” I say as I bring her close to me.
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Oh my god…someone save me!!!
This woman is insatiable!! I can’t move right now but even if I could, I am too scared to move. We have been at it for what feels like hours now…I think. I lost count of how many times we did it. Her wings would sometimes spontaneously pop out and stay out for a bit before going back inside her. It was hilarious at first but now, it scares me. When they pop out, she got ridiculously aggressive! She’s relaxing right now but if I stir, she will attack. Why don’t I say something to stop her, you ask? Well, if I try to say anything, she shuts me up by kissing me…and then goes down on me, causing me to forget that I am trying to get her to stop. Fuck…I might be the only guy who is trying NOT to have more sex. Weird right? NO! IT IS NOT WEIRD! THAT is really fucking sensitive right now!!!
Fuck…Okay. She’s done now. I am so exhausted…Oh, in other news, Justine’s carpet also matches the drapes. Who knew? Oh right, me. I lost count how many times her carpet has been shoved in my face…I probably taste like it now. Bleh. It was awesome at first, now, not so much. It’s like eating your favorite ice cream for hours on end. You think it’ll be great and you’ll never get sick of it but you eventually do…you eventually do.
I’m so sexed out. Oh shit, she’s stirring again. Please don’t make me go another round. I really can’t handle it…NO! PLEASE NO!!!! Oh, she’s just cuddling me now. And her wings are not out. Is…is she done? Yeah…yeah I think so. She hasn’t made a move…yet. I can’t say anything. If I say anything, I’m honestly afraid she’ll attack me again and my body just deal with that again.
“So,” oh good, she’s the one talking. I don’t have to worry about more sex. I think…Wait, what did she say? She said something…what was it? Let’s just smile at her.
“You have no idea what I just said, do you?”
Let’s be honest and shake my head. I am too afraid to say anything. OW! Why would you flick my forehead?! For telling the truth?! Stop smiling!
“Pay attention! I said, that was extremely satisfying. It has been 60 years since I was last with someone.”
Holy crap 60 years without sex? No wonder she’s a fucking monster right now. I bet she scared every potential lover. Except I can’t say it. I really want to say it. Too scared to talk.
“No funny comeback? This is unusual for you.”
“Scared.”
Justine’s eyes narrow at me. “…Explain.”
“Every time I try to say something, you jumped me or went down on me. Look, that was awesome at first, don’t get me wrong. But you caused my body to have some fucked up conditioning to speaking now. Look!” I point down at myself. Yup…it grew…again.
Justine follows my finger with her eyes and smiles as she grabs the thing I’m pointing at.
“It is not complaining.”
“I am complaining! Please tell me we’re not going to go at it again.”
“No, you weak human. We will be landing soon.”
“Oh thank god.”
“…Did you not enjoy yourself?”
She’s kidding right? She has to be kidding. No, she’s not kidding. Huh. Guess even 106 years old Daemons still have insecurities about themselves. Interesting. I’m tempted to tease her but that is just mean…and frankly, I can’t think of any funny comments right now. I’ll just alleviate her worries.
In response, I kiss her strongly on the lips and I receive a death grip in return as she kisses me back. Oh god it hurts!!! I break the kiss and literally scream a little.
“AH!! TOO TIGHT!! Ha…ha…not funny,” I gasp as I squirm a little, trying to get away. Finally, she slightly loosens her grip on me but still held on. Fine. I’ll take that.
“You are a weak little princess, are you not?”
“Shut up you nymphomaniac. Can’t believe you waited 60 years. No wonder you kept going. All that pent up sexual frustration.”
“My village is mostly female.”
“So? Sex with a female is fine too.”
“I do not feel attraction to females.”
“Fair enough. Can you let go of me now?”
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“No.”
“…Please?”
“No. It is mine.”
I blink at her in disbelief, “…What?”
“It is mine.”
She can’t be seriously thinking that THAT belongs to her because we had sex now. That’s not cool. That’s mine! I should be able to do what I want with it! If her request is to make me wear some kind of chastity belt or something, I will run away.
“No it isn’t. Let go of me, you flat chested bitch.”
“I am calling in on your promise. I want you to be mine. So when you are mine, this is mine too. I can do as I please with it.”
“I am not a possession!”
“I am aware of that. But, as you like to say, ‘don’t care.’ You belong to me now. Do not think I will so easily let you pet the tail of some girl again.”
Whoa. That is a scary favor. She wants me for herself. Scary…so fucking scary. And I never thought she would use my own phrase against me…ever. And she used a contraction!!! That’s uber scary. I wonder if I corrupted her?
“…You’re terrifyingly possessive and give me the willies.”
“Willies?”
“It is an Earth expression. It means you scare the shit out of me.”
“But this is not complaining.”
“That’s cause you’re touching it. And that’s just a woody. It happens when a hot girl touches it. Let go.”
“You Earth humans have very interesting expressions,” Justine says as she sits up, laughing. “You should be aware that while you are now mine, I am now also yours. My body also belongs to you. Do not be so nervous.”
That is not a fun way to tease me…But then again, I am one to talk. I probably did a lot worse to her when we first met. Funny how things turned out. Now she wants to be in a relationship with me. Interesting. We have only known each other for two days…well, three now. But I guess stranger things have happened already. I met aliens that can control nature itself and I learned that I am indirectly responsible for the calamity that is running amok on this planet. Crazy.
“You want to be my girlfriend? You do realize that we only just met…”
“Girlfriend? Another Earth expression? I like it. Here we say we lay claim on one another and belong to each other until we decide to officially bond our names together as mates.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I do not want someone else to claim you before me. I feel an attraction so I am acting on it. Now stop asking stupid questions. Take a shower and get ready to leave.”
I watch as Justine gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. Damn she have a nice ass… What? I’m just saying. She does have a nice ass and I was and will be tapping that. Heh. Who would have thought? I turn over and pull the blankets back over me. Maybe I could at least get another half an hour of sleep. I hear the water turn on as I shut my eyes to let sleep come over me again. I don’t care about showering right now even if I reek of sex…and Justine.
“Little Captain Lindsey,” Justine calls as she pokes her head into the doorway, “if a naked woman tells you to take a shower and gets in the shower first, you are supposed to join her.”
“Napping. Leave me alone.”
“Cookies.”
“…I really shouldn’t be this easy to bribe.”
I climb out of bed and hop into the shower with Justine. Wow…and I thought she was sexy when she was dry. Apparently, her wet is even sexier! Her wings are out now as they absorb the water and wrap around me. Fuck yeah!!!
I’m just going to temporarily turn off my brain now…
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Soooooo…yeaaaaah. My mind turned off and now I find myself standing at the bridge, freshly showered, dressed, my bag is on my back, and I am holding Justine’s hand. Volt and Blake have already made some snide comment to me about being loud this morning. Sky asked me about why I am all of a sudden so friendly with Justine. Jacque had sniffed at Justine and me in passing and made a weird face. He probably smelled the sex or something off of us.
We’re watching Union City come into view. It is truly a magnificent sight to behold. It looks like the city stretches for miles. A large wall surrounds the city, just like Justine’s village. Skyscrapers made out of stone fill the city. I believe that there are even some tall trees that look like have been carved out from the inside to be transformed into a building as well. I also see entrances to what look like an underground building. This city truly has everything.
The coolest part is the sheer number of what looks like flying vehicles! I mean, they definitely are not flying cars but they are definitely some type of transportation. They kind of remind me of flying ships but with wings. The top of it looks like a small balloon, similar to a smaller version of a hot air balloon and they have sails in the front. The wings also look like they are made out of sails and each seem to be able to move independently. Looks relatively complicated actually. If I have to guess, they are probably powered by wind or fire. The heat from flames probably helps raise the ship up into the air and the wind is what propels them forward. I want one…and now I realize that I have no way to power it. Damnit.
As I’m admiring the view of the city, I see 5 battle zeppelins rise from the city and turn towards us. As I look closer, they seem to have their guns pointed at us. Confused, I look towards Jacque who has a look of concern on his face. He reaches for the radio and tries to hail the oncoming zeppelins.
“This is the Hendiberg. Approaching vessels, state your intentions.”
“…”
“Repeat, this is the Hendiberg. Approaching vessels, state your intentions.”
Again silence. I wager 50 credits that those ships are not friendly. Whatever those ships want, it can’t be good. If they want to fight, well, we are going to lose. The Hendiberg had to undergo emergency repairs after the fight with the Contagion Swarm and is in desperate need for a legit overwork. Jacque had told us that he planned to stay in Union City for a couple weeks so that his crew can take shore leave and so that it would give them adequate time to fully restore the blimp.
BZZT
Finally a radio transmission comes in from one of the 5 zeppelins, “Attention Hendiberg. Apologizes for our delay in responding. This is Captain Gram Sutro of the Union City Air Defense Force. We understand that you have been attacked shortly before your departure from the sub city of Clan Gustof of the Daemon Clans. Please land 5 miles away from Union City and prepare for our arrival.”
“Captain Sutro, this is Captain Jacque de Gralle. May I inquire about this procedure.”
“Captain, this is only a matter of precaution. I will personally discuss this with you in person but not over airwaves. I understand that this is unusual but trust me when I say that this is absolutely necessary not only for the safety of Union City, but for yours as well. Please comply with the orders and prepare for our arrival upon your ship.”
“Acknowledged.”
“Thank you, Captain de Gralle.”
Jacque quickly gives orders to head to the new landing site. It is clearly shown on everyone’s faces that they do not like this. I glance over at Justine but cannot read what is going on through her mind. Volt has one hand tracing the handle of one of his guns and Blake has moved her rifle in front of her. Everyone is on edge. I in the meantime, well, I really do not give a shit. If we fight, we die. Best just hope for the best. I’m hedging my bets on my ability to talk my way out of this somehow. That or this is just a big show of chest puffery from Union City.
We land and Jacque takes us and a few select bridge crewmembers to the main cabin to greet the arriving Captain. While waiting, I notice that everyone has their hand on their weapons. Seriously? Do you really think you can fight your way out of this? Only one of the 5 ships landed, the other 4 are still up in the air with their guns pointed at us. We will die. They will shoot us before we can even say, “Yo, don’t shoot me, bro.” Maybe you just want to fight. Whatever. Weirdos.
The door hisses open and a lone figure stands in the doorway. It is a tall figure with white wings. His skin is ridiculously pale. His face is actually pretty plain. Guess not everyone is supposed to be ridiculously attractive. I definitely hit the jackpot then with Justine. I subconsciously pat her butt as I thought that which caused her to jump a little and glare at me but nothing more. Haha. Sorry. I like your butt.
I am assuming the person in front of me is a Daimon with his white wings. He looks like an albino. Even more so with his black armor that he is wearing. It looks like leather. On his hip is a broadsword and strapped across his back is a round shield. He approaches Jacques and bows, similar to how Jacque bowed to Justine and to his fallen crewmembers. I guess that is how they salute on Erde.
“Captain Jacque de Gralle. Permission to come aboard.”
“Permission granted. What is the meaning of this…security?”
“Captain, are these individuals trustworthy?”
“Yes.”
The Daimon takes a deep breath and says, “The Cult of the Contagion Swarms have begun to move.”
Everyone except for the three humans, and I guess Sky, begin to murmur amongst themselves. I see a flash of anger on everyone’s face as they grip their weapons tightly. Volt and Blake both look at me and I just shrug my shoulders. Nobody is talking out loud but is whispering amongst themselves. I hear some asking “why now” and things like “we need to destroy them fast.” Obviously, this Cult is bad. But, I have no idea how bad. So, time to ask a stupid question to get a stupid answer. I already have an idea what the Cult of the Contagion Swarms are but I want some confirmation.
I raise my hand and ask nobody in particular, “Someone mind filling in the strangers here who or what the fuck the COCKS are?”
Everyone looks at me strangely. Volt and Blake both cover their faces with their hands. Sky apparently is trying to hide its head in its wings. Justine is rubbing her temple. What? Was it something I said? Maybe the name of the Cult?
“What? You guys never call them COCKS? You all lack imagination.”