Nexus: Foundation
Copyright© 2021 by CE Savage
Chapter 14
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Ben is an ordinary guy until he encounters a goat, an old god and some pretty girls that turn his life upside down. Will he and the girls find happiness? Will they save the world together? Where in the hell are all of his t shirts disappearing to? For answers to these and many other questions read on! This is the first story in a series about an unlikely group of ordinary people who find themselves in the middle of an unending war between Light and Darkness.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Fiction Humor Military Restart School Superhero Tear Jerker Workplace Zoophilia Extra Sensory Perception Paranormal Magic Sharing Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Oriental Female Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Teacher/Student Cat-Fighting Slow
Very early Wednesday morning
Best Western Inn
Olympia, Washington
Mei struggled to return to her interrupted sleep after the bizarre late night encrypted satellite phone call from her bosses in Beijing. She was told to drop everything she had been tasked with and work on snatching some Gweilo’s underwear. If she hadn’t authenticated the call she probably would have assumed it was some sort of college fraternity prank. Well at least they had assigned her some muscle in the form of a couple of American contractors. These idiots thought they were working with the CIA. She rolled her eyes and thought, Gods save me from stupid men as she punched her pillow and settled her body back on to the lumpy bed. They have a three million dollar monthly budget for this project and they can’t even manage a decent hotel room for me she grumped as she finally started to drop off.
She had just started to dream that she was at a party in one of Shanghai’s most high end hotels. In real life she had once been undercover as a scullery girl there. It had been horrendous and had taken her days to get the grease smell from her long black hair. But in her dream she was not in the kitchen, she was at the center of attention in the main ballroom. She wore a gorgeous sleek black silk off the shoulder dress by Balenciaga. A lustrous string of pearls surrounded her pale slender neck and 6 inch Jimmy Choo heels lifted and shaped her long muscular legs. She was surrounded by a bevy of incredibly handsome men, each in perfectly tailored black tuxedos with perfectly coiffed hair and they all were hanging on her every word. She was just about to reply to a question from one of them when the party faded out.
Mei shuddered as she realized that she was back. Back in the State home. It was a cold night and the frosty paving stones were hard on her bare feet. She was nine years old again. The whip stripes on her back stung under her thin ragged stained cotton shift. Her paltry muscles ached and her stomach was cramped from lack of food. She was in the hated courtyard again. The punishment courtyard where they were whipped. Her and the other 300 children at the home. They were whipped for any reason. Not working fast enough during their 12 hour shift, speaking or laughing, not paying attention to their 4 hours of lessons when they couldn’t concentrate past the hunger pains. Ultimately, they were whipped for the crime of being born and then not having parents, or sometimes just having the wrong ones.
Her head was bowed in fright and shame as she stood there shaking. Then she sensed a presence. She looked up though her sloppily chopped bangs to see a quiet feminine figure sitting in front of her against the wall. She was in a black hooded robe with her face all in shadow. The figure was posed in a graceful, serene lotus. All Mei could see of her body was her slender hands held across her legs palms up and fingers together. As Mei looked closer she could see that the woman’s robe wasn’t like any cloth like she had ever seen. She could see the tiny glowing pinpricks of stars and even galaxies as they moved slowly over the fabric.
“Choose.” the figure said in a clear soft voice with no intonation at all.
Mei didn’t understand at first. Then she looked to her left and through an archway she saw the dream party she had just left. Only now there was also an overflowing buffett of meats and seafoods and cakes. The buffett was surrounded by beautiful people, with beautiful clothes dripping in expensive jewelry, laughing and drinking. Her shrunken stomach attempted a feeble growl at the sight and the smells drifting through the archway.
“Choose.” The figure said again.
She heard a child’s laughter coming from her right. through another archway. This opening looked out into a sunny daylight scene. She saw a large group of maybe 10 to 15 children laughing and playing in the grass and trees. Grubby little faces shined as they wrestled with each other and played with a quiet, ordinary looking man sitting on the grass in stained work clothes. He had a crooked nose and a quirky smile. Was he their father? She couldn’t tell as the children were of all types and all colors and races. She could swear that one child, a girl, even had small wings starting to grow out of her back! These children weren’t rich, they were dirty and happy and obviously loved. Her heart ached so badly that she thought it would leap out of her small chest. Then somehow the man knew he was being watched and he turned toward her and smiled. His deep brown eyes fixed her with such an expression of love that she started crying and sobbing, her small shoulders quaking. She wanted that love so badly that she ached.
“Choose.” said the figure a last time. As the images of the courtyard faded she dropped into a deep dreamless sleep.
When her alarm went off she was surprised to find that her pillow was soaked with her tears. Mei didn’t cry. Ever. Not since she was 9 years old. Not during the beatings she had had during her military training after the state school. Not when she had broken her leg during a special forces parachute drop. Not when the Swallow school made her let others use her body like a disposable sex toy. Not ever. And she wasn’t going to start now. Things were starting to go her way and once this stupid assigment was done she was set for a huge leap forward in her career.
Nothing was going to get in her way. Nothing.
Nyx, ancient goddess of the night, was puzzled. She couldn’t understand why she was so drawn to this one human. She was a very, very old goddess. So old that temples to her were long forgotten, buried deep under the soil of many lands. But she was so elemental that she persisted and was still powerful. Zeus, father of the gods, was fearful of her even now. She had witnessed many human struggles and indeed even vast empires, born, grow and then die. This one human though had intrigued her from birth. The child had been born with a great light inside her. A capability for love that knew no bounds, but every part of her life from shortly after that birth had been driven by darkness and pain.
And still the power the child had inside herself persisted. Nyx had watched as over and over again in her life the child reached out for love, longing to give and receive it. But her attempts had been harshly rebuffed. Her parents had been taken from her before she could really know them. Her other relatives had thrown her away like trash, afraid the State would think they had the same political bent as the parents if they had tried to keep her. In school and at the factory as a child she had tried to befriend the others and every time those children had either rejected her or through ‘coincidence’ had been transferred away from her or mysteriously disappeared.
In the military and advanced training Mei had excelled at every level and still tried to find and give love. Her peers and her teachers and her instructors all just used her obviously superior talents and then abandoned her when she transferred or was no longer of any use to them. Nyx could tell that Mei was nearly broken. Not quite but nearly.
Nyx had her suspicions as to what was happening but no certainty. There were powers even stronger than her at play here but she had no idea why they were paying any attention to this one little girl, now a woman. Finally Nyx had to intervene. Nyx was a mother after all. A mother of gods, not humans but a mother nonetheless, and she would attempt to protect this child or at least to warn her of what was happening and support her in whatever choice Mei was about to make. Nyx was not a part of the battles between Dark and Light. She understood both. She had given birth to Day even though she herself was the Night. But she was not going to let the Dark be the only choice given to this child.
Later Wednesday morning
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