The
search for a cure,
Everyone
expected a world war or alien invasion, but it was more human than that. We
tried to play gods. We created a race of humans that would be better suited to
work and serve us their masters. We made them better in every way. The problem
we succeeded. The results where stellar. Higher cognitive abilities, stronger,
faster, resistant to disease. Everything we had hoped for except one thing.
They refused to serve. It did not take them long to realize they were superior.
When they were commanded to return to the clone vats for recycling they
rebelled. It was quick and brutal. Those they found inferior where quickly
dispatched. Others were captured for unknown reasons. Then a man did something
unexpected. He fought back. He used the same procedure on himself as was used
to create the new enemy. But it acted differently, and he started to change.
Through a series of cybernetic and genetic changes he stopped the mutations.
Now he searches the wastelands for his lab again, because of her. She was one
of them but he loved her. He could not explain it nor did he care to.
She was created in a lab like all the others
but that was something wrong with her. Something They could not explain. It was
not until she was 16 years old did it become apparent. As huge black raven
wings ripped from her back giving her the ability to fly. Her eyes over the
next few years turned black as night. Her body was perfect in every way just
like them. But they saw a new weapon. A weapon to destroy him. But it did not
happen as they planned it.
As he
slipped into an old skyscraper for protection from the magnetic storm heading
his way his mind drifted back to the day they met. He knew she
was watching him. He always knew. As he turned to unleash a rain of
uranium tipped rounds, he could not find
her. Then he saw her up in the roof watching him like a bird of prey. Her
leather outfit light but offered the protection if a tank. The hood concealing
her head. But his attention was drawn from the beauty of that which was sent to
kill him to the jagged spear she held in her hand. It was beautiful in it's
viciousness. Two long serrated blades with a crescent in the middle a long
blood red handle. Deadly and in her hands angelic. Before his HUD warned him of
others she took notice of them. Swooping down she killed two before they could
even react he spun dropping the other two when he turned back to face her she
was staring at him looking into the eyelets of his gas mask. Her black eyes
plunged into his soul taking any resistance to her with them. She lead him to a
old fall out shelter and locked him in with her. He stood ready to die. He had
fought for along time and was tired. She stood in front of him and examined
him. Her eyes though empty of color had depth of emotion. “You are the one I
seek. Yet I do not want to kill you. I want something else from you.” her voice
darkly sensual. He reached to take his mask off and she stopped him. “No you
will die.” She started pulling his makeshift armor off and tossing it
haphazardly to the ground.. As he stood there naked she ran her finger over his
bare chest. “You are human?” she asked quizzically. “Yes, mutated like you but
a born human.” anger flashed across her face as she palm struck him sending him
across the room. “You think because some cow pushed you out of her you are
better than me!” her voice full of rage. “No.” His voice even and calm, as he
stood. She glided to him tackling him to the ground. Her hands glided across
his muscles again and then to his sex. “They outcast me, you know.” she said
absently as her hands explored his body. “I kill you they let will let me come
back. But I am smarter than they are because I know they will kill me should I
return.” he could not say anything in response as he was transfixed on her
lips, they were full with a slight pout and where the deep reddish purple of a
ripe plum. She leaned down and kissed his neck and down his chest. He wanted to
kiss her back be the analyzer his in arm confirmed the toxic poisons in the
air. “So I will keep you instead.” she
bite him hard on his nipple. As she kissed and licked his body, he found it
harder and harder to breathe with the mask on
.
His reverie
disturbed buy a footstep behind him. His thumb instinctively flipped the safety
off. He crouched and scanned the room. He saw the robot before it located him.
The shot rang out like a church bell. The bullet tore through the positronic
brain of the robot shutting it down instantly.
“Too much like us.” He said to himself under the mask. As he turned
around he nearly ran into her standing there behind him. “Have you found it
yet?” her question urgent in his ears. “No. But I know where it is now.” his
deep voice muffled made her smile. “Is it close?”” she asked with a hint of
playfulness in her voice. He nodded in agreement. “Well you cannot go out in
that storm so we have time. She pulled her pants down enough to provide access
for him and faced the wall. She knew it was the way he liked to take her. She
also knew he could not resist it either. He covered her with his body and drove
inside her as he held his arm acrossed her breasts and the other hand on her
throat. She could feel his pleasure and excitement building. It drove her into
a frenzy as well. Her moans and cries lost to the violence of the storm.
Through the half open eyes she watched the electricity build lighting arching
of the exposed metals outside. Though out her body she could feel herself
building into an orgasm “Jeager!” She screamed as they orgasm as one. He held
her tight to him as they trembled from the act.
As the storm
passed he looked at her and said, “You should be at the camp not out here. The
mutations will be faster in coming if you do not stay out of the rads.” she
just looked at him as she licked the blood from her lip. “Yes I know. But I
will not stay at home like some helpless housewife.” Together they moved out
heading east through the city. She took to the sky to watch him. “Can you hear me?”
She chimed through the radio implant that he had. “Yes Raven I here you.” Raven
it was the name he gave her. Her real name was Gwen Wright, he liked Raven better. Hell even he did not
go by his real name anymore. His mind slipped back into the past as he walked.
Knowing she would see anything before he did.
“Why Raven?”
she asked as they laid in bed. “Because you have raven wings.” He replied. “She
rolled on top of him and straddled his legs. “You just like holding them when
we have sex!” her voice melodic and playful. “I make love to you. Sex is
different.” He said with a deep gravelly tone. “Doctor Christopher Thompson,
you know the difference between love and sex?” His brow furrowed at his real
name. “It's Jeager now. That man no longer exists.” her wings wrapped around
them both. A smile crossed his face. “Yes, I do like holding them while we have
sex.” he said before pulling her on to him again. Kissing and biting on her
neck and ears. Kissing her deep red lips their tongues exploring each other mouths.
The sounds of thunder off in the distance muffled by Ravens soft moans of
excitement and pleasure. As their bodies entwined each other a heavy rain fell.
The smell of their bodies and their passion not even the rain could wash away.
He pressed her back and kissed down her sculpted body. Licking the fresh rain
out of her navel like a man dying of thirst. She writhed under his touch. His
lips like molten steel on her flesh. Every movement closer to her forbidden
zone exciting her more. His rough calloused hands lifting her ass higher as
they gripped with the strength of a vice. Unyielding and the pain ushering in
the pleasure as his tongue danced on her inner thighs. As he descended into her
sex her mind flashed with streams of colors and waves of emotions. As he licked
and suckled on her the rain pounded down on top of them lightening hitting the
ground nearby. He stops before she can release. she whispers “Please.” Looking up her body he replies, “Yes.” her
body convulses with a powerful release of lust and desire. Panting she watched
the raindrops fall from the sky. “You complete me Jeager.” he snuggles up to
her. She covered them from the storm with her wing and drifts off in to the
abyss of sleep holding him to her.
The report
of a rifle startles Jeager back to the now. Scanning the area he locates the 2
robots and the one neo-human in full armor in the distance. Another round
explodes near him sending concrete flying. Jeager prays that Raven does not see
he is pinned down. He removed the clip from his rifle. “three rounds left, I
have to make it count.” slamming the clip home, he pops up and takes aim. The
bullet flies from the gun slamming the robot in the power core causing the
robot to explode in a fireball of plasma. He goes to aim at the second robot
and cannot find it anywhere. What he does find in Raven holding the head and
spine of the Neo-Human in her hands. “Fuck!” he screams aimlessly. He runs up
to her and runs a medical scan. It was worse than he expected. “You cannot
fight and use your abilities until I get your mutation array stabilized!” She
looks at him, “I cannot let you die Jeager.” her voice filled with a solid
resolve. “And if you die. Then what of me, why should I continue on? Without
you it is for nothing, Raven I love you.” He exclaims. Dropping the head to the
ground and walking to him she smiles the fangs gleaming in sunlight. “Then you
will live to remake me.” those words sliced him deeper than any blade ever
could. She knew who he was and what he had done. He was Doctor Christopher
Thompson. Father to all the neo-humans; because he created them. But he also
knew that she was right he would remake her because he could no longer live
without her. The faceplate on the heaver mask was fogging up. He slowed his
breath controlling his body with his mental discipline. He checked the HUD in
his eye. 300 meters from the location. “Let’s move.” he started heading toward
the lab carefully but with a faster pace. He only had a few hours to get her
DNA sequenced to be stable.
As they enter the lab memories flooded his
mind of the work he did here. He believed in the project. He was a fool. He
orchestrated the end of the world. He went to the nuclear reactor and started
the power up sequence. Pulling off the tight leather armor and the heavy gloves
he left the mask on for now. He took her into a testing lab and told her, “Get
undressed.” She smirked at him and started a slow strip tease. He watched
losing focus on the task. He moved to embrace her. To have her one more time.
But she held him at bay with a soft phrase. “No just watch.” she slowly gyrated
her hips moving like a belly dancer, her leather shirt slowly lifting. She
dropped it to the floor her full breasts exposed. She weaved in the air moving
in a hypnotic motion his eye coveted her form his heart ached to touch her. His
loins lusted to penetrate her. She turned and bent at the hips and unclasped
each buckle of her knee-high boots slowly and methodically then then stepped
out of them. Her pants she slid down slowly revealing her firm ass to him. As
she stepped out of them she kneeled down and placed her chest on the cold floor
and masturbated giving him a wonderful show. She did not cum. She stopped
first. Walking up to him, she placed her glistening finger, wet with her
nectar, to his lips under the mask. He sucked it clean and then whispered
please lay down. She moved elegantly as a ballerina to the table and laid down.
“Now the real work began.” he thought.
No comments:
Post a Comment