Shadow Seed 1: The Misbegotten (32 page)

She raised her legs off the bed, giving me deeper access to her.  My thrusts became wild, hard, every muscles in my body flexed with the strain. Within a minute, I erupted inside her, gout after gout of my warm cum bathing her cervix and uterus as she grabbed onto my ass with both hands.  She held me in place as my dick continued to spew jet after jet of semen, more than I ever had before.  It seemed like a minute before my balls finally stopped pumping into her, but I know it was much less.

Katie didn’t let me move until the very last twitch, biting her upper lip with such ferocity, she broke the skin.  She matched every pulse of orgasmic euphoria bleeding from me.

Then she went limp, completely and utterly limp, panting
as if she had just done the 50-yard dash¹.

I felt my mind finally come down from on high and relax.  I looked down at her, my penis still hard, still inside her, I could feel every curve and ridge, and bump of her against the unyielding flesh of me.  Even spent and loosened, she was still tight around me.

“I love you too, Katie,” I murmured, keeping myself upright, on my elbows.

She peered into my eyes.  We stared at each other for a time - our breathing in counterpoint - our hearts interwoven as our bodies were intertwined.  Her lips parted just a fraction of an inch.  I heard it in my head, though she had said nothing aloud.

“Kiss me.”

I bent my head down and tasted her salty lips, sweetly sour with perspiration and a miniscule trace of blood.  We kissed like lovers, deep and passionate.  Her arms enfolded me in her embrace.  She grabbed the back of my head with one hand and traced the other down to the small of my back.  I slipped a hand of my own under her head, about the nape of her neck.  I felt my fingers tangle in the roots of her hair.  I
stirred, my eyes fluttering as she tightened from within, her vagina clutching at my cock.
Kegel!
I thought, surprised.  It was one of the strongest, I had ever felt in my life.  She held onto me almost as vigorously as she had with her hand.  She grinned underneath our kiss, liking the fact she had shocked me.

What a talent!

Now, I’m not certain if it was because I was young or because of the weed. I had smoked a couple of hours before - or a combination of the two.  Despite the fact that I had busted a huge nut inside her, my erection hadn’t dissipated.  Within moments of her gripping me in a vice, I pushed into her.  Then, I withdrew slightly and pushed into her again.  I broke the kiss as I felt the skin of my dick pulled back.  The head, already sensitive from orgasm, rubbed along her inner walls and sent a shudder of pure pleasure up and down my body.

She tilted her head back.  “Aaaaah, Effy, that feels fucking goooood!”  When she looked back at me, I swear to god, her pupils were fully dilated as if she had taken a huge hit of bud and it had just hit her - full force.  “Again,” she commanded and I obliged, pulling back and the
n inserting myself further into her pussy as she bore down simultaneously.  “Aaaaaw my god, my love, I love it!” she cooed and again we rocked back and forth, proceeding to do so for long while.  We were lost in the tiniest of friction between our bodies, our sex organs seemingly insane with hunger for one another, insatiable.  They made us move, again and again, with an endless tempo, over and over, until it felt like we were somewhere between climax and spiritual awakening.  Emotions washed from me and into her and back again, almost as though our minds had somehow reached a higher plane of awareness.  We could feel what the other was feeling.  Back and forth, in and out, her and me, warm and wet – again, again, again, again…

...I was becoming lost in her…

…and she…

…Pushed me with her hand and swiveled her hips expertly under me.  In one swift motion, she rolled on top of me, her feet flat on the bed - our sexes still as one.  A moment later, she was riding me, without pausing.  The change in position was instantly confusing, then, a heartbeat later, became the most natural order of things.  She was me and I was her.  It was sex on an existential level.  Every once and a while, as I watched her impale herself on my member, it had to be me feeling the cock inside.  In a flash, I would feel a different sort of pressure and different kind of intent
, as if I was searching for a new, a heretofore unknown sort of gratification I could barely understand.  A startled shudder later, I would be me again.  I would feel her warm pussy draping itself over me and every type of sensation that followed were ones I had experienced time and time again.

I held onto her knees, opening her more as she tightened herself and plunged me deep inside.  I felt her ass cheeks slap onto my thighs for a split second until she flexed her quads, lifting herself off me. Up and up she would go, until I came within an inch of coming out of her.  She would stop and reverse her motion, and repeat the entire act again.

Now, I’d been thoroughly fucked before, pounded and prodded into complete exhaustion and submission.  Never, not one time, had there
ever
been a mental component attached to those sticky sessions in my past.  What Katie and I did to each other that night was so incredibly eye opening I don’t think I’ve ever made love to a woman the same way again.  I was changed after being with her.  She opened a new world for me and me for her.  It was so addictive we didn’t stop, we couldn’t stop.  We had to continue.  We had to go on.

She straddled me
, froggy-style, until she could barely move, it felt like forever, but I know only fifteen minutes or so had passed.  Then, she let herself fall onto her knees and rode me cowgirl, whipping her hips back and forth, as if she was trying to bend my penis at a forty-five degree angle.  She only succeeded in sending another form of yumminess all over my body.  She fucked me like this for how long?  I don’t know.  Her perky, big-nippled breasts swayed before me for a long, long time.  At random intervals, I reached for them, massaging, kneading with both open and closed palms, loving the feel of them.  At other times I would lean forward and take one of those succulent, erect protrusions into my mouth and suck hard.  I would bite her, lightly, every once and made her squirm.  Mostly, I watched them dance over me.  The whole time, she fucked and fucked and fucked.

Sometime later, when even that tired her out, and she literally flopped onto the bed next to me totally spent, startling every now and again
, as though she were catching a chill that wouldn’t go away.

I got up on my knees as she lay there on her tummy, her beautiful ass displayed before me.  I couldn’t stop.  I couldn’t resist her or those perfect buns.  I lowered my face, spreading her ass with both hands and stuck out my tongue as far as it could go, feeling for her puckered sphincter.  I tasted the pungent residue of our love making.  It was mixed with the musky, aromatic juices of her now sweaty asshole.  It was like eating a banana split with new tastes on my tongue with every slurp, every lick, and every suck.  She arched her back giving me better access.  I dove deeper into her ass, opening her delicate folds with my tongue, until I was gently fucking her with it.  I licked her clean, slurping up every last drop of her juices, my juices – all of it.  After a time, she arched some more, coming up on her knees slightly.  I slipped a hand underneath her and inserted a thumb into her vagina, finding her g-spot.  Almost immediately, I began to rub it back and forth.  She cried out in enervated rapture, pushing back into my tongue and my finger as I penetrated her in two places at once.

“Este-fa-an-an-an, what are you doing to me?  Yoo-oo-oo’re make-make-making me your fu-fu-fu-fuck-slut!” she said, panting as if she was running a marathon and had just hit the wall, “Aa-ah-ah, you fu-fu-fucken ass-asshole, I loooove it!”

I didn’t stop.  I kept on.  I pushed and rubbed, poking and feeling, my hands continuously massaging her flawless ass, spreading it wide open one minute, then crushing those round cheeks against my face the next.  I couldn’t stop.  I was wild for her ass.  I licked it, bit it, and sucked so hard I left hickies, and still I had to have more…  She was wiggling like mad under my
ravishing of her rear end.  I knew, once more, she riding the edge.

Then, she leaned back just a bit more and I moved quickly, the angle was perfect.  I eased up behind her and inserted my cock into her pussy from behind.

She gasped loudly.  “Estefan!” was the sound as I clasped both of her hips and brought her limp body back into mine, staying rigid.  I made her pump into me.  It didn’t take long.  The idea of my tough, strong-willed cousin completely submissive and compliant was overwhelming.  I made her pound into me and was so exciting, my cock swelled as large as it could.  I began to hump back,  bringing her hips into mine, faster and faster, harder and harder.  All the while, she took it, the full length of my cock – over and over, until I was fucking her just about as fast as I could manage.  Small feeble moans were coming from her, barely escaping her mouth and still I slammed my dick into her.  It was glorious.

Then she spoke… “I am yours, Estefan, forever and ever, claim your prize…”  Beyond that, she was reduced to inaudible squeals.

Within a minute, I came into her for the second time.  Again, it was one massive blast after another massive blast of red-hot cum spewing into her.  I felt my balls tightened into my body painfully.  I knew she had completely drained me of semen.

We both flopped onto the bed, me still inside her, crushing her until I got a degree of control and was able to slide off her and onto the mussed bedspread.

My throat was raw from breathing so heavily for such a long period of time.  “Are you ok, Katie?” I asked once I was able to speak, but she didn’t answer.  When I crawled closer toward her face and glazed upon it.  It was slack, her hair pasted onto on her cheeks and forehead, sweat dripping down into the bed.  She was sleeping like baby, uncaring that she seeped from nearly every orifice in her body.

I had fucked my cousin into a spent slumber…

I let my eyes wonder over her body, trying to get my head around the idea I had finally fucked my cousin.  I tried to make certain I remembered every last detail, every single second.  I didn’t want to lose a single feeling, not an iota of memory.  I wanted it all engrained in my brain, forever.

She lay there, her legs still wide open from whence she had landed on the bed.  I had mercilessly taken her doggy-style.  Her only movement was the slow rise and fall of her chest.  I scooted toward her and edged her legs closed a few inches, thinking it rude to leave her so open and vulnerable after she had given me all of her body, her mind and
, now, her love.  I felt a deep sense of possession settle over me as I ran my fingers over the backs of her thighs and traced small circles on her firm butt cheeks.  I scratched her back for a few minutes, then felt fatigue begin to pull me away.  I was no longer able to focus clearly.   I laid down right next to her and placed an arm and a leg on her naked form and was asleep within seconds, uncaring if anyone caught us.  I didn’t cover us in any way or even tried to hide the fact we had fucked our brains out.  I didn’t care.  I was utterly sated.  For the first time, there wasn’t a single sexual thought in my mind.  Katie had washed it all away.  Now, there was only love.  Nothing else mattered, but love.

Katie, Estefan, we, us – that’s what was special in the world - to be cherished.

I was so glad it had been Katie.

Katie Chaz, my cousin, my first love.

She had given me the greatest, mind blowing fuck of my young life.

{ ¹50-Yard Dash: a sprint covering 50 yards (45.72 meters), typically used to evaluate the physical fitness of young teenagers in the 20
th
and 21
st
centuries. }

[He comes out of the program so fast, it was nearly dangerous for him.  Despite a sharp warble advising against such a swift withdrawal, he does so nonetheless.]

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(Earth Summer – 2385)

Luna Prime

He flicked the words,
“…She had given me the greatest, mind-blowing fuck of my young life…”,
as they hung in the air before him, transparent keys disappearing as his finger intersected their ghostly forms.  He waved away his ‘Swarm just as suddenly.  He seemed edgy, unsteady, though he was still sitting.  Despite the time and effort he spent wrestling with his past, he had found unexpected joy at reliving some of the fond memories of his youth.  He had been surprised he’d forgotten so much. 

His mind was fatigued now, from all the writing he’d been doing the past few days, hoping to distract himself from the burdens of rule.  Sometimes the reins of power were too heavy to lift
.  This had been evermore the case, since he and Flavia had met with Dr. Ahmed at Disneyscapes in Angel Free Town.

It was the present, the now, weighing heavily upon his
mind.  There were many elements in play now.  Once the Synod had outvoted him and mandated an endeavor to retrieve the Shadow Spark from Europa, the great gears of his organization began to turn.  When that happened, mountains of information, duties and tasks needed attention - all at the same time.

Thank god he had his wives!  It was always amazing to him how much “stuff” eight women could get done when they worked like a well-oiled machine. 
Why wouldn’t they
, he reminded himself,
they’d been doing it for over three hundred and fifty years.
  Still, it was surprising even after centuries had passed.  It wasn’t often the
entire
Synod was moving in a single direction, toward a solitary goal.

I
n the days following the return of him and the Guardian to Luna Prime, there had been a myriad of issues to attend, but none was bigger than calling a Gathering of the High Command – a thing they seldom did.  It was something unavoidably imperative now.  Their decision to retrieve and protect the Shadow Spark, combined with their unnerving lack of tactical knowledge, demanded attention of this magnitude.  The entire command structure needed to be of a single mind.  Even
he
couldn’t be cavalier in a situation such as this.

Not that he was.  No, he was very much the opposite.  Nervous energy coursed through him with every passing second.  He couldn’t seem to sit down in one place for long before he felt the inescapable need to move.  He was forever getting up to pace.  It was driving the others crazy.  That was why he had searched for solitude, choosing to lose himself in
the past, when, only days before, he was loathed to swim within its’ turbulent waters.  The Shadow Spark unnerved him.  The thought of losing one of his precious wives was driving him insane.  He needed to think of something else.  He needed to dwell on something else.  Obsessing over things beyond his control was fruitless, a waste of his time.

He left his desk.  He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling observation portal, gazing over the vast expanse Luna Prime. 
A slight smile came to his face at the sheer magnificence of what the Synod had built here, upon the moon.  His grin became more when he thought about how it had begun.  A day – long ago – he and his family had decided Angel Free Town was too small, too poorly defended, and too porous for their rising security needs.  It had been a lengthy discussion, where they would go.  Some had suggested they purchase Phobos - the larger of Mars’ two moons –buy it outright and move there.  Others had postulated a deep cavern system on the northern pole of Venus.  Another group had said a home in the revived storm of Jupiter would be an excellent place to build a fortress worthy of the Synod.

In the end though, proximity to earth, while not actually being on earth won out, and they chose the Moon.  From there, they could construct a home to their specifications. 
It would be a home isolated enough to offer a high degree of security and yet, be close enough to the vast economies of Earth.  This would help minimize the exorbitant cost of maintaining and re-supplying their base of operations.

They had picked the crater, Eudoxus, a prominent, sixty-seven kilometer wide, impact crater lying east of the northern tip of the Montes Caucasus Range.  It was an area typically seen on the lower right quadrant of the Moon when looking from the Earth.  Eudoxus had a series of terraces upon its’ interior walls, and slightly worn ramparts around the high arching lip if its exterior; thus,
it offered an ideal, natural set of foundations upon which the Synod could build its’ new home.  Lacking a central peak of rebounded material, the crater had no more than low hills in a cluster there.  The area proved suitable for the long runways and launch positions necessary to serve Estefan and his far-flung organization.  With its’ convention of eight satellite craters about it, Eudoxus seemed the perfect spot to build upon the Moon.

Because Estefan had wanted the floor of the crater to be used as a spaceport to rival the greatest ports in the Solar System, they opted not to enclose the entire moon structure
as many other enterprises had done in the past.  Therefore, they had broken ground with the commission of a transparent, ultra-dense Diatainium-Plaz tube they had placed about the inner and outer edges of only the rim of the crater instead.  From above, Luna Prime would appear like a humongous, stringy donut with a monstrous gaping hole in the middle.  From the middle hills on the crater floor, they built a large complex of buildings serving the needs of the spaceport.

It had taken decades and trillions of exchange credits to fully construct, but owning a majority of the companies involved in the massive construction project, the Synod had not only seen their project finished as scheduled, but vastly under budget as well.

He peered out over the expanse of the crater now, remembering those days when only the Aegis module and the Sacristy had been built.  The tube surrounding the outer edges of the structure had already been in place.  It dwarfed the initial habitations, made them all feel insignificant and alone.  From this very observation portal, he had watched, as the years passed, and Luna Prime had grown.  Over time, the giant spaceport had been constructed, the towering tube-scrapers filled their unique tunnel-like dome - some almost touched the highest portions of it.  He had watched the trains, the elevators and the Grav-ways being installed, connected to the ever-flexing network of gravity propelled highways spanning the Sixteen Worlds.  He had sat and stood and slept as thousands upon thousands of workers placed the fuel and munitions dumps, the waste management plant, the three great greenhouses, their storage facility, and the critical life support complex in each of the eight ancillary craters, attributing to the whole that was the Eudoxus impact crater system.  He was eaten and lounged and made love as the intra- and extra-space cannons had been brought online, as bank after bank of Titan XX anti-missile missile batteries were put in place, as the Interdictor laser pillboxes were charged and set to “guard” mode, protecting everything that was precious to him and his beloved Synod.  He had felt it in the soles of his feet when his teams dug deep into the lunar surface, hollowing out roads and passages, setting up secondary and tertiary command centers, bunkers, additional storage chambers, auxiliary power, life support and weapon depots and, of course, the gargantuan barrack complex, housing over ten million Aegis Marines.  There was even a hidden hangar underneath one portion of the crater floor capable of housing seventy-eight percent of his majestic space fleet, which included facilities for all Agave Class Frigates, every Avenger, transport and Littoral Combat Airships he owned.  This was also inclusive of nearly all the Destroyers, Cruisers, Aero-Amphibious Troop-Carriers, Battleships and Space-Carriers flying under his Sigel.  There was even docking area for three of the four, one-point-seven-five kilometer Dauntless Class Interdictors as well as berth for all of his Dreadnaughts – three of which stretched an unbelievable, four-point-five kilometers long.  Only the Ernando Class, Capital Ship-of-the-Line, couldn’t fit within the humongous confines of the Aegis’ Hangar.  But then, no port, anywhere in the Solar System, could dream of housing the seven-point-five kilometer, Keeper’s Own.  That super-ship was a city onto itself.

Just about everything one could think of, they had at Luna Prime – whatever one saw above ground, there was three times as much beneath it.  If anyone ever wanted to pick a fight here, where Estefan and his family lived, they’d be hard pressed and would most likel
y pay dearly for their short-sightedness.

Luna Prime was impregnable.

He sighed impatiently, shoving his hand the pockets of his bio-jeans, programmed to look worn and aged, though they were either and never could be anything other than new.  He wore only a loose fitting, synth-cotton shirt and nothing else.  His ‘Swarm knew to keep the terracotta tiles lining his floors heated to precisely 25.5 degrees Celsius, so he could afford to go barefoot.  He liked walking barefoot.  Something about his skin touching foreign surfaces turned him on, made him acutely aware of his surroundings.

The wide chamber, his personal quarters, was without walls, appeared more like his Loft of a bygone age.  It was filled with the accoutrements, gadgets, trinkets, and keepsakes he had gathered over the years.  Some of them were
priceless works, some weren’t.

The oil on canvas painted by
Francisco Jose de Goya y Lucientes, named The Colossus, was one such priceless artifact.  It had been on display for many years in the Museo Del Prado in Madrid Spain before the fall of that ancient nation to the Americon Corporation.  Estefan had purchased it along with a lot of other Spanish treasures when the countries debt was recuperated through liquidation of its’ historical wealth.

There was a deeper relationship between him and the painting than just its value.  He felt connected to it in some strange way.  The Colossus was depicted over the horizon, the fist before him was balled, like he was frustrated, trying to figure out something crucial, something that kept eluding him.  Though he walks away, in the foreground the regular people flee or seem to scatter in fear.  He appears to take no notice of them, his problems are too mighty for him to notice mere humans.  Estefan didn’t know why, but he felt sometimes like the giant of Goya’s masterpiece, alone, with problems so huge, no one
, but he understood.  Yet, some of his innermost worries were quite simple, downright basic if one qualified them.  Sometimes, he merely wanted to keep everyone safe…

There were other such items
about – statues, sculptures, figurines, paintings, pictures (film and digital) – all over his inner sanctum.  There were so many, in fact, all he had to do was turn slightly to one side in order to have an entirely different view than he had a moment before.  Still though, the painting was his favorite, and he had it hung upon the wall above the headboard of his equally colossus, circular bed.  Often, he would stare at it and try to wonder what ailed the great man painted of oil, brought to life on canvas.

He looked at none of it now.  He continued to stare out of the only view of the lunar landscape he would allow in this chamber.  He was a private man and, though none could see within, he didn’t like the idea he could look out, especially when he was entertaining his guests.  He liked to focus on them and not be distracted by abstract, errant thoughts portals to the outside sometimes forged in his mind.  Pleasing the many women who visited his bed was more important to him.

He sighed, watching the comings and goings about Luna Prime.

A Gathering of the High Command had been called.  For the past few days, as he threw himself into writing his distant pa
st, he’d been waiting for those of his family and his close associates to come to him, upon the Moon, so they could discuss what was to come next.

Simple as it may sound; it wasn’t easy coordinating the schedules of so many important people
, comprising the entire upper echelon of the Synod.  There was so much they had to change to accommodate a meeting of this magnitude - meetings, appointments, appearances, ceremonies - the list went on and on.  It had taken nearly a day to sort out the tangle before they could do much else.  Then and only then, did they get about the logistics of the Gathering of the High Command itself.

For some, it was only a short rail or Grav-ride to the Aegis Compound.  Katie, his First Advisor and Chief of Staff was already present within the broad complex of Luna Prime.  She had arrived within the compound hours after the summons
“To Gather” had been issued.  For others, there was travel involved, but not the extensive sort.  All of their CEO’s, sitting upon the Combined Corporate Board of the Sixteen Worlds of Sol, lived near the Inter-Solar headquarters of their given conglomerate; thus, they were all on Earth.  They had made the trip the following day after the summons, arriving a few hours after Ramona.  She had come from High Earth Orbit, so the trip for her had been even shorter.

Leda had arrived upon the Moon the following earth-morning from Mars.  Then, Mena shot in from the Jovian System, followed by Ruby and then Sandy, who had traveled long, lonely trips from Saturn and Neptune’s Triton, respectively.

Jacob had come sometime during the morass of homecomings and hugs, but Estefan didn’t know exactly when.  This was typical of Jacob, being their Chief of Security.  His oftimes annoying attributes of stealth and unwavering tenacity were still par with that of a cockroach.  He was always sneaking here and about unseen.  The Keeper had long learned to ignore it, because it was too bothersome to attempt to keep tabs on the man.  Besides, he trusted the man with his life.