Drom 3: Enter Adelaide.
#3 of Drom
Drom 3: Enter Adelaide.
One thousand years ago, an ancient and advanced civilization ruled the galaxy from the planet Drom. To date, they were the only civilization to achieve the impossible feat of faster then light travel. It was they who set up the teleportation nodes, allowing teleportation over interstellar distances. Any node could connect to any other node, no matter the distance. Most planets had few nodes, and all where heavily guarded. Except Drom. Millions of nodes were scattered about the planet, making entry to the planet an impossible task to prevent.
Five hundred years ago, that civilization eliminated itself, unleashing not only nuclear, but also biological and chemical apocalypses upon itself, leaving the planet Drom a giant, lifeless dust bowl of endless deserts and hollow mega cities.
One hundred years ago, the other races united into a great Commonwealth with the ultimate goal of maintaining peace throughout the galaxy. A monolithic entity dedicated to preventing conflict and determined to never see the horrors that ended the billions of lives on Drom ever again.
Fifty years ago the Commonwealth declared the great technology embargo upon the rest of the galaxy. Drom was off limits, its endless plunder of advanced technology a direct threat to the technological advantage the Commonwealth held over all other factions in the galaxy. Consequently, anything from Drom, any titbit or shiny gadget was worth unimaginable wealth on the black market. To some, Droms blasted landscape was a stark reminder of the terrible destructive potential of technology, a ever-growing monster which surpassed the point that it could utter destroy its creators thousands of years ago. To others, Drom was liberation. Drom was freedom from the Commonwealths dominance, freedom from slavery, financial success, or simply the sick thrill of thriving in a world where the penalty for failure was death.
Ten years ago, the last non-combat research operations on Drom left the planet, the endless raids and looting simply too much of the small staff. This left Drom to the mercenaries, bounty hunters, scavengers and salvages. Along with the seemingly endless Commonwealth security forces attempting to stop them all returning their prizes to the galactic market. The whole planet was now a giant lawless plain, an arena of death. Kill or be killed with the ultimate prize: wealth beyond the dreams of most mortals. Cooperation lasted only as long as if was useful. Fifty percent was exactly fifty percent to little. The no questions asked bounties placed on scavengers dead or alive was not conductive to good relations between the many deviants of Drom either.
Five years ago Adelaide had run her first mission to Drom. One year ago she had finished her seventeenth. And five minutes ago she had decided that her eighteenth was taking five minutes to long. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy her work, after all, many of the current population of Drom where fools. Most were idiots, and idiots were easy prey. But it was hot, it was dusty, and this particular idiot seem to take forever to return.
The dusk sun of Drom beat down on the skeletal remains of the ancient, doomed city. The impossibly long shadows cast by the low hanging sun bathed the whole city in warm tones of browns and reds, broken by deep, dark shadows. Due to the chemical laden atmosphere, the temperature never dropped below 45 degree, even at night. Dirty, grimy, gritty dust covered every surface, including Adelaide. Dust from the endless sand plains had long ago made the city turn from its original metallics into reddish browns. Dust in the air, dust on the ground, in empty windows, on her armour, in her armour, everywhere. Perched in a darkened window seven stories up from the street a dusty and hot Adelaide lay, a red rust coloured poncho draped over her prone form. Far below her in the wide street, a small camp sat in a long empty fountain. The few boxes of supplies and a survival warmth/water unit was draped in camouflage netting, silently awaiting the return of its master. As was Adelaide. 32 hours. It had been 32 hours since she had come across the camp, placed herself overlooking it and . . . waited. She idly glanced over the holographic readouts that floated above her rifle. The beast of a weapon was as tall as she was, not a mean feat at her 170cm. Without her armour. From head to foot she was encased in formfitting light armour. Black rubber joints gave her the agility she liked while the light brown armour plates gave her the protection she needed. Modern weapons were dangerous after all.
Movement. The idiot was returning. Finally. Hopefully with some loot. Soon to be her loot.
Adelaide commanded her helmet to amplify the image. On the far side of the street, a dark shape moved into a large doorway, emerging from the shadows. It looked like another armoured figure, carrying a large suitcase or small metallic crate of some kind.
_'By hand? Alone? Amateur.' S_he thought.
It paused in the portal. All the time she needed.
It was a simple matter to align her rifle, bringing the figure into her sights. She depressed the trigger. Powerful magnets forced a rod of super dense metal at super sonic speeds from the rifle toward the figure. A sonic boom resonated down the street, followed by the shattering sounds of the round penetrating several meter thick solid rock walls behind the target. The whole 30 story building seemed to vibrate with the force of the impact, sending a deep rumbling sound in every direction. But no screams of agony.
'FUCK!' She thought.
At the last possible moment, the figure had dropped his burden, moving just enough to avoid the shot, which had kicked up dust in every direction. The figure was momentarily obscured by the falling sand, giving it just enough time to dive . . . left? Or right? She didn't see. She quickly switched her vision into the infra-red spectrum. The dust disappeared from her sight allowing her to scan the street, but the doorway was already empty. Returning to the visual spectrum, she lowered herself and shimmied backward, away from the window, making sure not to allow her outline to be seen from the street below.
'Did he see me? Doesn't matter. My position is compromised if he saw me or his suits computer was made in the last fifty years . . .' she thought, as she leapt to her feet. Quickly moved to her left, she ran down a fight of metal stairs which shook with the rapid descent, raining dust down the stairwell below her. She run thought the slow falling particles as she went down three floors. Rounding a corner into another empty room, she quickly summed up the room. Three exits. One opposite, the one she entered in, and a thick, automatic door to her right that still had power. She would have to investigate whatever was on the other side of that door later. To her left, three ceiling to floor windows allowed the afternoon light to stream into the room. She quickly placed her back to the wall beside the nearest window. From a pocket under the poncho she withdrew a thick sliver round. Without looking at the rifle she slid the bolt back and inserted the round into the firing camber with practised ease. A familiar click, and her helmets readout, confirmed her weapons readiness. Lowering herself to her belly, she slowly moved into the window, once again bringing the street below into view. The dust had by now mostly settled, giving her a clear view of the crate, left were it had been dropped just moments before. She scanned the opening of the small windows on either side of the doorway below.
Nothing. No movement, no sound except that dull rumbling in the distance still echoing off the walls of the city. The calm was only so foreign due to the sudden action beforehand. As she continued to scan the opposite side of the street, a small light blinked on her HUD. The light being reflected off one of the windowsills was abnormal, distinct from the other windowsills. A small, faint circle appeared on her HUD over the solid wall between a window and the doorway, the computers best guess for where the object, most likely a helmet, was. Adelaide briefly wondered how people fought wars without personal combat computers as she lined up her shot below the circle, knowing the shot would penetrate the wall easily. Once again a sonic boom echoed down the street, massive cracks and a large indent surrounding a head sized hole appearing in the wall, dirt, sand and grit kicked up around the impact as the building shook once more. This time Adelaide waited out the dust cloud, sliding another round into the rifle. She soon saw movement as a helmet bounced into the street, spinning with the force of the impact. An empty helmet.
'Not so amateur after all . . .'She thought, tensing her muscles and placing her hand on the ground ready to leap up and relocate once more.
Suddenly, a loud pop, followed by a hissing sound and a quickly building pillar of white smoke appeared. Ballooning out from its point of origin in the fountain, in seconds it had hidden most of the lower windows on the other side of the street. Her helmet quickly scanned the electromagnetic spectrum,but this was no mere smoke grenade. The smoke remained solid, even in the non-visual spectrum. More forbidden tech . . .she shouldn't be surprised, really, she carried three herself. She was about to move when . . . wait, something wasn't right. Her gut told her something was out of place. Her mind raced, fighting the urge to move. What happened? No, what didn't happen . . . the grenade. See didn't see it being thrown. That means it was there before her shot, and the only way that could have happened was if the figure had already crossed the street.
Her hand shot to her thigh, drawing an automatic handgun. As she drew the weapon she rolled onto her back, now facing the ceiling. Aiming the weapon at the stairwell, then the other exit. Nothing. Habit made her glace once more at her HUD. One of the energy readings was way outside background radiation . . . without thinking she depressed the trigger of her handgun, fighting the kick of the weapon to pan it wildly across the room. Hundreds of rounds slammed into the far wall while the air in front of her seemed to bend and distend impossibly, as if a cut-out of reality was torn from its surrounds. The image of the door and wall in front of Adelaide tilted independently from the surrounding wall just before the stealth field collapsed, unable to maintain itself with the sudden disruption, revealing the figure staggering backward from the sudden blows to its chest, the assault rifle that was about to end her life firing wildly into the wall beside her showing her in dust and chips of rock. The figure was larger then her, at about 2 meters tall, and wore thicker, heavier armour with a desert camouflage pattern. Her small calibre rounds had struck his thick chest plate, ricocheting off or embedding themselves, leaving him unharmed. His head was covered in a grey cloth, weaved with wires and small electronic panels, the under padding and interface for his helmet. His back slammed into the door behind him. He attempted to brace himself against the door to regain his footing, but it obediently slid open with the squeal of a long unused mechanism as it sensed someone approach, leaving him with only a tenuous grasps on the door frame. Adelaide leapt to her feet, rifle in one hand and pistol in the other. She continued her momentum, launching herself shoulder first at her opponent. She impacted the centre of his chest as he braced himself in the door frame. He fell backwards into the room landing on his back, assault rifle rolling from his grasp. Adelaide dropped the now empty pistol, standing over him she brought the loaded rifle to bear directly at his chest. The armour may be able to resist pistol rounds, but it had no hope of adsorbing or deflecting a rail gun rifle round at point blank range. Unfortunately, neither did her arm have a hope of surviving the recoil. When not properly braced the recoil of the weapon was completely absorbed by her body. The choice between her arm and shoulder being utterly pulverised or getting into melee combat with a much larger opponent intent on killing her was simple, however, and she depressed the trigger.
Or she would have, if time didn't seem to slow, almost stop for an instant. A blue field, cracking with energy, entered the room, or rather past though the room, ignoring solid objects as if they were inconsequential to its passage. It flowed over the pair and exited the far wall as quickly as it had entered. The Cameron effect.
The Cameron effect was another technology that the Commonwealth used to maintain its dominance. Far beyond what any other power was capable of, its inner workings were a complete mystery. What was known was the effects. While all electronic equipment, such as combat armour, ceased to function despite electromagnetic shielding when inside the field, the Cameron effect was best known for its bizarre effect on momentum. Fast moving objects, while in the field, rapidly slowed to a stop. Gravity was somehow not effected, so falling objects remained unaffected, but a thrown ball would travel barely a meter before seeming to hang in the air for a instant, then falling to the ground as if dropped. It didn't seem to matter how much energy was expended, a ball thrown by a child or a professional athlete would move the same distance, rapidly slowing, then drop. The Commonwealth commonly used this field to destroy their oppositions ability to fight, while their own energy based weapons remained completely unaffected. The Commonwealth was also known to deploy the field in vast areas, hundreds of kilometres across for days at a time, far larger then the areas they intended to operate in.
It was with this knowledge that Adelaide depressed the trigger of her rifle. As her HUD flickered and died, she heard the clicks of the firing mechanism activating. She heard the magnets move up the barrel of her weapon. She heard the metal spike reach something nowhere near its intended speed, and she heard the dull thud as a lump of dense metal landed on another lump of dense metal with only the force of gravity behind it as the field reached its full strength. Fortunately, it was with only the force of gravity that she was shoved backward into the metal door, which had automatically closed moments before, after the pair bust into the room. Showing the quick mind that had served her so well, Adelaide dropped the dead weight of her rifle and launched herself forwarded, not wanting to get cornered between the door and her assailant. She rammed her heavy boot into the face of her opponent as she travelled over him, pleased to hear a yelp of pain before suddenly realizing that without the assistance of the active armour, which augmented her strength, she had seriously misjudged the power need to stop. With a thud she ran into a waist high storage locker which stood at the foot of an old, dusty bed. The force of her sudden stop made her double over, throwing her arm out in front of her to brace herself, landing on the bed. She span around, her movements slow and clumsy, and she fumbled with a sheath on her leg. Pulling a thin knife, she finally stood ready to face her opponent.
He remained on the ground where he had fallen, now holding his hand to his bleeding snout. He pulled the padded cap off his head as a low, throaty laugh filled the room.
"Oh, I do love a game changer." He said as he rolled to one side. Reaching out, he used the wall next to him to brace himself as he slowly rose to his full two meters.
Adelaide used this time to finally look around the room. It was small, only five by five meters or so. Besides the locker and small bed directly behind her, there was almost nothing else in the room, just a few bits of ancient trash in the corners and, naturally, dust everywhere. God, she hated dust.
And no exits beside the one now behind her opponent, who she now saw to be a German Shepard. Now that she got a good look at him, it was clear that he was a classic example of his breed. A black muzzle, with dark canine nose, did not appear to be broken but bleeding none the less. The rest of his head was covered in tan fur, with the exception of a black star of fur over his forehead and between his large, upright ears perched atop his head.
He reached behind his back and hit the manual controls of the door a few times with the hand not cradling his nose.
"Nope. It's fucked." He said, grinning, seemingly amused by their current situation. "Guess we're going to be here for a while."
Adelaide brought her knife up in front of her, making her intentions clear.
He smirked. "What are you going to do? Ram that though three centimetres of ultra-dense steel? With only your muscle behind it?" His mocking tone making it obvious he doubted her ability to do so.
Adelaide paused, then deftly flung the knife 180 degrees, catching the blade with a flick of her wrist.
"Yeah, sure, throw it at my head. Just give me your only weapon." That idiotic grin hadn't left his face.
She lowered the blade slightly. His logic was sound. She could hit his head, of that she was certain, but without the power from her armour and the effects of the Cameron field she doubted she could penetrate his skull. She flipped the knife back around.
"Come closer and I'll give you a grin I can smile about." She said as she drew the blade across the air in front of her own throat.
"Don't be like that." He said, exaggerating a frown. "Besides, you have me at a disadvantage." he said, indicating his lack of a helmet.
"I've never fought fair, and I don't intend to start now."
He snorted, shrugging his shoulders. "Go ahead. It's going to be about 40, maybe 50 degrees in here soon. Hotter under your suit."
'Bastards right' she thought. She was boiling, sweat pouring down the sides of her face. Without the cooling systems of her suit active, the temperature inside her suit was raising faster even then the temperature outside. It was rapidly approaching the point that she would pass out from heat exhaustion. Without the HUD, damn helmet was only interfering her peripheral vision and hearing anyway. She undid the latches of her helmet with her free hand, a soft hiss sounding as the sealed environment of the suit was broken. She pushed it off her head, allowing it to fall to the floor with a dull thud.
The German Shepard's eyes widen in surprise. "Well . . . hello!"
Before him he saw the pretty face of a young ewe. Short white fur covered her snout and head, with the exception of the thin black fur that formed the Y around her slit like nostrils and the centre of her split upper lip. Her fleece, cut short but still thick, white and fluffy, began just before her triangle shaped ears and continued down the back of her, reaching around her lower neck and disappeared under her chest plate. Her soft and fluffy ears were almost comicality splayed, and her large, yellow eyes, with their horizontal slits regarded him coolly.
"Don't see pretty young things like you out here often . . ." He remarked, taking in the sight of the attractive ewe.
"Most don't see me at all. I never miss."
"That so? Despite the evidence to the contrary?"
He took a step towards her.
She entered a fighting stance, turning her body sideways to reduce her profile. She levelled the knife at his chest as he took another step.
"Great, a bed." He said, looking past her "Might be a few days, may as well get comfortable." He was only two meters away from her. She tensed up, ready to lunge forward and attack his exposed head with the knife.
"Scared?" he whispered. She opened her mouth to snarl a response when he suddenly darted forward. He was suddenly beneath her guard, so instead of stabbing she attempting to drag the knife across the back of his neck, but was rewarded with only sparks as the blade drew a shallow scratch across the shoulder plate of his armour. His lips locked softly yet firmly with hers as he kissed her. He was warm and moist, the tip of his tongue dancing briefly across the roof of her mouth. She shivered involuntary as he held the kiss intently for few seconds, softly pulling on her lower lip as he withdrew, before taking a few steps back.
Adelaide gazed into space for a moment as he withdrew. She murmured softly, utterly surprised by the kiss before snapping out of her daze. "I mean . . .what the fuck!?"
He began a deep, rolling laugh, holding his sides and the wall for support, somewhat amused by the dazed expression that had briefly crossed the ewes muzzle.
She spat and sputtered several times trying to get the taste of him out of her mouth. She brought her armoured hand up to her face, wiping her tongue with the back of her hand. Only to realize that days worth of grim and grit had built up on her armour, which she had just given herself a mouthful of.
"Damn you . . ." she managed between a new round of ejecting spittle and dirt onto the floor.
He just continued to chuckle at her expense. "You know, I could have sworn you were returning the favour from about the middle there." He grinned.
She glared at him, rolling her tongue around her mouth, attempting to get the taste of dirt out of her mind.
"What the hell is wrong with you? I'm trying to kill you!" She almost screamed.
He shrugged his shoulders. Muzzle still upturned in that moronic grin.
"Got to enjoy the moment." He said. "Besides, we're stuck here for at lest a few days. I don't intend to spend that time sitting in a corner fingering a knife." With that he drew a large, serrated combat knife from its sheath on his lower back and dropped it to the floor. He kicked it toward Adelaide. It slid across the floor, between her legs and under the locker, stopping somewhere under the bed.
"There. How about I don't try to kill you, and you don't try to kill me?"
Adelaide considered the proposition. He was right. Again. If he keeps doing that she may just kill him out of spite. A week spent intently staring at each other across the room was clearly not going to work. She kicked her leg out suddenly into the wall. Catching her foot flat against the wall, she slowly retuned her knife to its sheath.
"There. Much better!" Said the German Sheppard.
"Touch me again and I will kill you." She replied, retuning to a standing position.
"Lets not get ahead of ourselves. Names Milo." he said, extending his hand.
She looked down at it with disdain.
"Go on, its not a deal unless we shake." He said, re-extending his hand.
She sighed and placed her smaller hand into his, and the two shook once.
"Adelaide" She said curtly.
"Adelaide . . .pretty name"
"Yours sounds like some kind of drink." She said, maintaining a flat tone.
"Well, then it's a good thing I have many other endearing assets!" He said with a wink. "Now, I don't know about you but I'm cooking in this thing." He said, as he began unlatching his armour.
Adelaide was 'cooking'. The heat was unbearable and the dead weight of the armour was starting to get uncomfortable, despite her padded undersuit. She drew the poncho up over her head and neatly discarded it onto the floor beside her. She undid the webbing attaching ammo and a verity of other equipment to her chest and waist. Dropping it atop the poncho, she withdrew a canteen from the pile of equipment. Opening it she took a deep drink of the pure water. She glanced over at Milo as she retuned the canteen to its place in her discarded webbing.
Milo had just finished removing his chest plate and arm guards. As he discarded them haphazardly into the corner by the door, Adelaide's sensitive nose was assaulted by his scent. It was strong and masculine. Not thick or musky, so not unpleasant she admitted to herself. As he pulled off the padded under shirt of his armour over his head, she couldn't help but observe his frame. He wasn't over muscled, but firm and functional. Fit. The thick black fur that extended down his back disappeared into the rest of his suit. He rotated and stretched, his taut, broad frame evident from both the tan front and dark furred back. He held his shoulder and wheeled the arm.
"Applications for the fan club come by mail." He said.
"What?"
"You've been staring at me for about 20 second now."
"Um, no, I was . . . um . . ." She stumbled. "How's your nose?" She said, deflecting.
"OK. Would have hurt a lot more if you had hit me head on. You're quick."
"Yes, yes I am." She said, a glimmer of pride in her voice.
"I mean, I've barely removed anything and your jaws already hit the floor."
"What?! That's not what I . . ."
"I know, don't get your panties in a bunch. If your wearing panties, that is . . ." He winked at her.
'Does that infernal grin ever leave his face?' She thought.She turned away from him and started removing her own armour, removing the gloves and arm guards. As she neatly placed them on the floor with the rest of her equipment, she felt his eyes one her. Her arms, like most of her, was covered in thick, but short, soft, snow white fleece. She wasn't without her own muscle, but while he was heavyset, almost thick in places, she was lithe and feminine. Her hands, or hooves, were covered in thin short fur, just like her face. The fleece gradually started at her wrists and extending up her arms. The underside of the tips of her digits were covered in hardened keratin. She continued to remove her armour, this time her breast and back plate. As they joined the rest of her equipment, the skin-tight undergarment, its zipper snaking down her front, revealed her hourglass figure.
"You know." He said. "Your quite attractive."
"umm . . thanks." she said. It had been a long time since anyone had said that to her. She couldn't suppress a smile. "Your . . . not bad yourself."
"I did tell you I had other endearing assets."
"Yeah, you did." She stole another glace at him.
He was now kneeling, working on his boots and legs. That smell was still in the air.
"So . . ." He said "What's a cute thing like you doing out here on Drom?"
"Same thing your doing." She said, still facing away from him she began unzipping her undersuit. She could almost feel his eyes upon her.
Without realizing it she slowed down, extending what was meant to be a quick undressing to a slow, sensual unzipping. The slow clicking of the zippers teeth was the only sound in the room. When she finality reached the bottom of her stomach, she peeled the sleeveless, single piece undersuit over her shoulders so it hung down at her hips. Her back had a somewhat thicker covering of the trimmed white fleece. It was soft and springy, but did nothing to hide her lithe frame.
"You mean." He finally replied. "Illegality salvaging highly dangerous artefacts from a long dead civilization?" There was a thud at the last of his suit was tossed in the corner.
"No. I normally just find some smucks camp and wait until they return. One shot, and all the hard works done." She said, as she finality rotated to face him again. Her chest was covered in her fleece which formed a convenient cover for the finer details of her breasts, but the firm shape was undeniable, only accentuated by her flat stomach. Their average size complemented rather then detracted from their firm, round profile. She locked eyes with him. He did not look down. She waited. He remained, utterly unfazed, locking gaze with her. She was impressed. And a little disappointed.
"That canteen got any more water in it?" he asked, standing.
"Sure." She said, slightly crest fallen that her display had not gotten a reaction. She bent over to rummage in her gear. Finding the half full canteen, she glanced up at him.
He was staring at her arse. She smirked, feeling vindicated. She made sure to take her time standing. As she returned to a standing position, she noticed that he was now only wearing the under padding of his tight fitting pants.
"Here." She said, lobbing the canteen at him. He handily caught it, unfastening the lid as he tilled his head back to take a deep swing.
'I will not look down.' She thought, focusing on the canteen as the male held it with both muscular arms, gulping the fluid within. 'I will not look down . . . I will NOT look down'.
She glanced downward.
The bulge in his pants was undeniable. It looked well proportional to his size . . .which was larger then any male she had been with before. She run her tongue over her lower lip, recalling the embrace they had shared before. There was a twang of longing between her legs. She shook herself.
"No . . ."
"No what?" Milo said, resealing the canteen and wiping his mouth with his forearm.
"No . . nothing." she said, turning away from him again. Her knees had suddenly gone weak. There was an unmistakeable tingle between her legs . . .
'This is stupid!' She thought. 'He was trying to kill me half an hour ago!'
She began to remove the last of her own armour. She placed one foot, then the other in turn, on the locker in front of her undoing the many clamps. As the last piece came undone, she placed it the tidy pile of her other equipment. She look behind her again. He was staring, rather intently this time, at her rear. Her small white fluffy docked tail, perched snugly above her round curves in a small hole in the skin tight undersuit, gave a single twitch of its own volition.
Milo coughed and shifted nervously. He folded his paws in front of his lap, now looking anywhere but at her.
Adelaide suddenly picked up a new scent. A thick male musk that hung in the room. He was getting an erection. That tingle had grown into a need. Or a demand. She also noted that the scent of her own need was starting to creep into the air. He probably had already noticed. That thought sent another shiver down her spine.
"That's it." She said. "I've had enough." Coming to a decision.
Milo coughed nervously again. "Enough? Of what?" He tried to play dumb.
Adelaide walked across the room. Stalked would be more descriptive. She moved right up to him, her eyes just level with the base of his neck. She threw her arms up around the back of his head.
"Do it right this time." She said, opening her mouth and tilting her head back and to the side slightly, as she pulled him towards her. He didn't resist, wrapping his arms around her smaller frame, slightly indenting the fleece under her arms as he pulled her into him.
Their lips firmly met, tongues entwined. Her rough ruminate tongue contrasting with his softer canine tongue. He stroked the top of her mouth with his tongue again as they kissed deeply. As they pressed together, she felt his increasing bulge protrude against her stomach. One of his paws lowed, leaving streaks though her fleece while he stroked downward, caressing first her lower back then moving firmly over her rump. He ended the kiss by softy pulling on her lower lip again. She moaned as the two staggered backward towards the bed. As they hit the locker, he placed two strong paws under her rump and lifted her clean over it, throwing her onto the bed. She let out a small yip as she sailed through the air before landing on the surprisingly soft, and clearly resilient, bed. He climbed over the locker, and she moaned again as she felt his paws slip under the undersuit at her waist.
He pulled the suit off her with one powerful tug, revealing her slender legs before discarding the forgotten undersuit to one side. The room was flooded with the scent of her moist heat, now fully engorged. He placed his muzzle between her legs, using his paws to tease the fleece apart to reveal her thick, dark, almost black neither lips. He inhaled deeply, allowing her scent to flood deep into his nostrils, letting out a moan of his own. He exhaled over her, provoking a sharp intake of breath from her as the warm air from his lungs flowed over her clitoris. His tongue lulled outward, starting at the base of her wet slit, slowly moving up between her folds before halting at her clit, where it circled, its wet, hot, rough texture sending jolts of pleasure radiating into Adelaide's body. She let out a deep moan as she gripped his ears, pulling him towards her as she spread her legs further apart. He lapped at her again, taking her fluids and greedy swallowing. He penetrated her folds deeper in response to her pulling, before pulling up and bathing her clit with a few laps of his hot tongue. He moved his paws to spread her dark lips apart for better access, allowing his tongue to delve even deeper into her.
"oh f-u-c-k-" she half said but mostly murmured lustfully.
As his long canine tongue entered her, he pushed his head forward and dragged his sharp, canine incisor teeth over her clit. Adelaide gasped, eyes widening as a pulse of pleasure jolted though her and she shook from the raw intensity of it. Milo pushed forward and back, dragging his teeth over her clit again and again, all the while lapping into her with his tongue. Her moans changed from long and deep to short, sharp and high. She began to grind herself into him. He moaned again, raising his head, his lower jaw covered with her juices and his own saliva.
"Don't you dare fucking stop!" she almost screamed at him.
In reply he stood away from her, gripping the sides of his own undersuit pants he pulled down and kicked them away.
Adelaide gave a soft murr as Milo's cock burst from from its confinement. Now fully erect, the thick, bright red cock was larger then she has initially estimated. The Canine penis blossomed out from a sheath, pointing towards the sky as pre-cum fluids oozed from the pointed tip, running down its length and dripping unto the floor. A small bulb appeared to still be buried in the sheath. With an almost predatory growl Milo climbed over the locker and over Adelaide, his glistening cock dripping fluid as he moved face to face with her.
"Fuck me Milo." She whispered, "Fuck me."
He lowed himself onto her. She felt rather then saw the tip of his penis search for and then find her well lubricated opening, drenched in her own juices and his saliva. The folds joyfully pealed away to grant his canine cock entrance. He grunted as the first, slow thrust forced its way into her. She whined in pleasure as his girth forced its way into her tight tunnel, letting out a long, uneven moan as he hilted into her. She felt him pull back, almost escaping her tunnel. She wrapped her legs around him to ensure that didn't happen. Her fears here unfounded, however, as he thrust powerfully into her in one clean stroke. She felt the velvety walls of her vagina contract around that wonderful cock before it receded once more, returning with another smooth plunge. Milo's tongue, lulling out the side of his mouth as he panted heavily from bliss and exertion, caressed the side of her neck. As he drew the wonderful warm organ upward toward her mouth, Adelaide turned her head, taking his tongue into her mouth and thrusting her own into his, tasting herself on his lips and lower jaw. He held the wet embrace as she began thrusting with him, meting him mid thrust in an attempt to push his organ deeper. He started to build up speed, increasing the friction and electing sharp, wild sounds of ecstasy from Adelaide. She broke their embrace to scream her enjoyment towards the ceiling as she felt orgasm rapidly approaching. Milo continued to build pace, now almost slamming into her with each powerful stroke. He began to moan with each entrance, something Adelaide had had been doing for sometime now. With one powerful thrust he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as it started to ejaculate his think seed. His knot began to swell, grinding against her entrance as Milo suddenly switched from long, powerful strokes to rapid, short thrusts. His knot repeatedly struck her entrance, rapidly stimulating her clitoris again and again before a sudden, sharp and intoxicating mix of ecstasy and pain rocketed though her as his knot finally burst into her. Once inside, it rapidly engorged to its full size, filling Adelaide in a incredible way she had never felt before, but hoped to feel many, many times in the future. Her vaginal walls clamped down on the knot and cock, feeling every centimetre of the hot shaft as it continued to expanded. Her vaginal walls uncontrollably contracted around the pulsing organ that was mercilessly stimulating her G-spot. Adelaide's wild cries of pure bliss echoed around the room as she felt the cock lodged inside her eject one last bust of hot cum. The cock and knot filling her triggered a massive wave of orgasms, her whole body shaking with seemly endless intense pleasure as lights flashed in front of her eyes and the world descended into endless electric pluses of overwhelming ecstasy.
Adelaide drew in ragged breaths as she slowly came down from the orgasmic high. Milo had collapsed onto her, panting heavily, his penis and engorged knot still embedded inside her folds. He started to lick the side of her muzzle, while she was too exhausted and overwhelmed to respond.
"Have you ever . . .taken a knot before?" He panted.
She shook her head breathlessly.
"Sorry, I would have warned you but . . .that was a little spontaneous."
Adelaide tried to shift in the bed, but winched as pain, mixed with a dark pleasure, shot throughout her groin. Milo gave a soft yelp of pain.
"Yeah, I wont be able to pull out for about 20 minutes." He said.
"I've had worse 20 minutes." She smiled, her slender arms reaching up and wrapping around his head. She opened her mouth and pulled him towards her. Their lips merged as they exchanged tongues. She tasted her own fluids on his jaw, as they kissed deeply. She run her hooves up and down the sides of his head and ears, emitting a stated murmur. As the kiss expired, she nuzzled into his broad, warm chest, allowing exhaustion to overtake her. The last thing she heard was his deep, rhythmic breathing as he held her.
Adelaide awoke to the feeling of Milo caressing the side of her muzzle with the back of his paw. He was lying next to her, watching her sleep. They had decoupled at some point while she slept. She murmured contently. The raw scents of their carnal act pervaded the room. She was still lying in a damp puddle of their fluids, and felt his seed oozing from her.
"Morning." He said, seeing her eyes open.
"Actually, it's probably closer to nightfall." She said, looking up into his deep brown eyes.
"So it is." He chuckled. "I just lose all track of time without all the digital clocks and blinking lights. I kind of prefer it this way." He continued to stoke the side of her head with his large paw.
"It's not . . . unpleasant." Said replied softly.
"What?" he said. "This or life without clocks?"
"Both." She murmured as she nuzzled into him.
Their sensitive ears both picked up a rapidly flickering sound, barely audible, as electrical gear began booting. Small lights blinked into existence in the piles of equipment scattered around the room.
"Looks like the field just collapsed." Milo said, looking around the room.
Adelaide let out a disgruntled sigh. "I guess that means life goes on then."
"Yeah" Chuckled Milo. "I guess it does." He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, stretching his arms above his head. Adelaide sat up and moved behind him, hugging his broad chest with one arm. She began nibbling on his neck. He stretched his neck out to give her better access as he let out his own contented murmur.
"Do you remember what I said before?" She whispered into his ear.
"The part where you begged me to fuck you?" He smiled, enjoying her touch.
"No . . . the part where I said I never miss."
He tensed suddenly, but it was to late. Adelaide brought his combat knife, which she had retrieved from under the bed, up to his conveniently exposed neck. With a quick jerk she drew the knife across his throat, the serrated edge biting deeply into his flesh, tearing the trachea and slicing the carotid artery. Hot, bright red blood spurted from the wound onto the wall with a sickly splattering sound. She kneed him in the back, pushing him off the bed. He landed face down on the floor, desperately clawing at his own neck in a futile attempt to staunch the flow of blood. The rapidly growing pool of blood beneath him was disturbed by his struggles, foamy rasping sounds filling the room as his ruined throat attempted to draw breath though his own vital fluids.
"Sometimes, it just takes me more then one try." She remarked at the convulsing Milo. As he continued to spasm on the floor, Adelaide calmly moved off the other side of the bed dropping the blooded knife and gathering her equipment in her poncho.
Milo's struggles grew weaker as his eyes strained in their sockets, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water, maniacally attempting to draw a breath that would never come as his world grew dark. Adelaide stepped around the still growing pool of red to the door. She picked up and shouldered her rifle as the door slid open, ignoring his last death convolutions in a pool of his own blood as she stepped though the portal.
It was indeed night outside. Cool air wafted over Adelaide, drying the still damp fluids that soaked the fleece of her lower waist. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply,enjoying the cold air.
Bright lights blinded her from her right. She squinted and shielded her eyes.
"Halt! Commonwealth security forces!" A gruff voice yelled at her from the direction of the lights. "You are too . . .heh . . ."
Adelaide's nude from turned to face them. The lights dimmed and she made out six or seven heavily armoured figures, their blue armour indicated that they were Commonwealth troopers. Assault laser rifles with attached flash lights pointed at her in a vain attempt to intimidate her. She waited patiently to be identified by their suits computers.
There was a moment of silence. She made no attempt to maintain modestly.
"Adelaide?" Asked the voice. She nodded in the affirmative. "Lower your weapons, she has a contract with the Commonwealth." Said one of the armoured soldiers. "Your free to go on your way."
"Or you could could just stand there some more." Said one of the other soldiers, ogling the nude female. There was a general murmur of agreement form the group. A quite click sounded as two small holes appears on the faceplate of his helmet allowing him to sniff the air. "Smells like she just had some fun too." He said. This was followed by more clicks as the others sampled the aroma themselves.
"Shut it soldier!" said the leader. He returned his attention to Adelaide. "You are here by the grace of the Commonwealth, and I'm fairly sure we do not pay you to have romps in dead cities."
Adelaide glanced into the open doorway and shrugged. "You pay me by my body count. Everything else is just . . . collateral damage." She said. The leader of the group approached her and followed her gaze into the room.
"Damn . . ." He whispered, taking in the scene. "Did he have any contraband?"
"None whatsoever." She said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm sure I can find someone else in need of my . . .ministrations." With that she turned away from the soldiers and headed toward the stairs.
Behind her, the other soldiers were inspecting the room.
"Do we have to clean that up?" said one.
"Hell no!" replied the leader.
"You know sergeant, from now on I'm coming out on patrol with you more often!" Said another, looking after the naked ewe.
Adelaide went down the stairs, enjoying her freedom from apparel. Milo was right, there is something to be said for leaving all the machines and gadgets behind and just enjoying the feel of ones own fur. She exited the building, poncho come carry bag slung over one shoulder. Crossing the street, she approached the silver crate Milo had dropped not so long ago. Placing the poncho on the ground next to the crate, she rummaged thought it to retrieve her undersuit. It was going to be a simple matter to lug the crate to a nearby teleportation node and then off world, to reap the many rewards of the treasures within. The first thing she was going to do with her new wealth, beside prep for her next mission, she thought, was hire some quality canine pleasure slaves.
That knot was incredible!