From the Ashes- Part 14: A Little Training
#9 of From the Ashes
Though my life has been hectic, leaving me little time for writing, I stole a few hours from my busy schedule and managed to write the next chapter, as promised. Enjoy.
From the Ashes, Part 14: A Little Training
"Now move your arms like this, don't forget your footing...aaaaand-" Nearby, a small target dummy burst into flame. "Very good! You're getting it!" Fuse bounced up and down with a mixture of joy and pride. "This is unreal..." Zach said, looking unbelievingly at his palms. "This kind of stuff just doesn't exist..." Fuse laughed, doing a little spin. "Really, now?" Zach looked at her with more than a little interest. She wasn't the most graceful, but he would be damned if she didn't make everything she did have a sort of cute charm. "Well, now. I didn't mean it like that." Zach said, grinning. "Its just.....I don't know how to describe it. It's seems, like I said...a bit unreal. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up from this dream." Fuse smiled. "Well at least its a pleasant dream." she said with a wink. "Yeah. Too pleasant to want to wake up." Zach said. He assumed his conjuring stance once more.
Ever since the Council decided that the Lost Ones were to be contacted, work began to build a Confederacy Flagship so that several diplomats could be brought to negotiate with the Lost Planets, whatever political system they had. The going was moderate, the ship was being built in space, just off of one of Trillious Prime's moons. It was being built out of the strongest metal the Confederacy could muster, but weapon's systems were being neglected in favor of additional engine power for speed. It wasn't to be a warship.
The PlanetHoppers were also going on the expedition. They were to provide security for the diplomats on board the ship. Hopper portals were deemed as ill-suited for a diplomatic mission, due to being ill-suited for large groups of people. A flagship would be able to increase the number of people as well as provide an official feel to the mission. So, while the ship was being built, Fuse decided to help Zach feel a little more at ease.
Jared had made a big impression, being weapons-qualified and Aether-aware from the moment he opened the first of the Sleeper Tubes with Veronica. Most of the Confederates assumed earthlings were equally adept at combat, an assumption given more weight due to Jared's role in weapon's development. Accordingly, the Council had assumed Zach to take an immediate place on the Hopper team. Fuse explained their mistake, but Zach had made his decision. As long as she was going, he was going.
So, to help him feel more qualified, she taught him the basics of Aether manipulation. Zach took to it like it was second nature. Zach had a natural grace, he figured honed from his career as a performer. His skills at sleight of hand certainly helped, his dexterity aiding him in mastering the complex gestures and stances necessary to channel the Aetheric energy. Zach gave a laugh as he waved his hands about, gestures flowing from him, channeling energy into a small light show. "I could get used to this." Fuse waved her hands, dismissing the lights by countering Zach's energy so she could walk up to him. "You're getting better." she said with a smile. Zach returned her smile and kissed her, one of his hands slyly snaking out a tendril of light to caress Fuse's neck and run the course of her spine. She gave a small "Mrmph!" of surprise, and eyed Zach as their kiss broke. Zach feigned innocence. Fuse shrugged with a sly look before extending her hand. A surge of Aether forced Zach to reel backwards lest he lose his balance. He reeled until he hit the wall behind him. A flick of Fuse's wrist found similar tendrils of light snaking out to wrap around Zach's wrist and pin his arms to the wall. "Gah!" Zach yelled in playful suprise at the sudden attack. He looked at his wrists, fastened to the wall above his head. He gave his mate a bemused look. "Somehow I don't think this is fair." Fuse merely grinned. "Too bad." She ran her paws down Zach's stomach, slipping below his pants and giving his quickly-arousing shaft a squeeze.
Zach gasped at this sudden attention, but found his wrists held steadfast to the wall. "Okay, this DEFINATELY isn't fair." he said, a bit uneasy, but thoroughly enjoying Fuse's fondling of his package. "Who ever said I had to play fair?" Fuse mrred slyly as she unzipped his pants. "I-...you're evil." Zach said, almost at a loss for words. Fuse gave another mischievous grin as she pulled Zach's underwear down. Zach inhaled sharply as his cock was exposed to the cold air of the practice chamber. "I could scream for help." he mused. "Hah, good luck. Only hoppers come here, and there's no training today." Fuse said before she proceeded to utilize her mouth in a more pleasant manner. Zach felt the familiar warmth lick the length of his shaft and felt her delicate lips nuzzle the tip of his head. She suckled a bit, taking a lewd delight in the sound it made before opening her mouth and enveloping Zach in earnest.
"You know. I don't think I'd ever tire of that." Zach sighed, fully giving in to the sensation. Fuse opened her mouth, letting to cool air hit Zach's throbbing cock, eliciting another gasp before running her skilled tongue over his tip, and along the ridge of his head. "Oh, fuck, Fuse....goddammit..." Zach squirmed, and Fuse took delight in watching him writhe against his aetheric restraints. Fuse's tongue lashings soon had Zach nearly breaking his own spine from his sqirming. "Gyah! Not cool! Not! Cool!" He thrashed against his bonds, Fuse having already snaked out bindings to fasten his ankles to the wall while she mercilessly sent shock after shock up Zach's spine. "Here it comes, Fuse..." Zach said, his breath short. Fuse merely gave an affirmative mrr as she brought Zach to a gaspin climax, taking him deep and letting her throat massage every last drop of seed from him. He collapsed, held up only by the tendrils holding his limbs fast. Fuse stood up, and kissed him on the forehead with a giggle.
"I still say that's not fair." Zach said in between deep breaths. Fuse merely smiled, "Oh hush. You liked it." Zach gave no answer, a silent admittance. "Can we just try not to do that too often?" he eventually asked. Fuse giggled, "I can't promise anything, my love." Zach groaned, lurching forward as the energy tendrils let him loose. Fuse managed to catch him and help him steady his feet. "Come on." she said, "I'm still hungry." Zach cast her a worried glance, "Please tell me you're talking about food."
"I can't promise anything, my love." Fuse answered. Zach groaned again.