Chapter 4

Day 3

The one other thing that Sam and John accomplished while they were at the base, was a design for the gauss gun. It was much more advanced than the primitive rail gun that had been developed at Earth’s Power Labs.

The design resembled a Gatling gun. The rounds it fired, however, were spherical. They would be projected at speeds of two thousand to four thousand meters per second, depending upon the atmosphere, or the lack thereof. The rounds were seven centimeters in diameter, and were made of a Teflon coated depleted-uranium outer section, with a titanium core.

Each gun could fire up to fifteen hundred rounds per second. It had a replicator attached to the ammunition chamber, so that the gun had a ‘never-ending’ supply of rounds. Sam had helped in the design, but wondered if John was designing them for ground assault vehicles. When he told her that he was considering them as ship-to-ship or ship-to-ground weapons, Sam argued that the projectiles would never be able to breach the shield of another ship. John asked that they do some computer simulations, and find out for sure.

Sam complied. As she expected, the round bounced off the shield. John was not completely satisfied, and had her show a close up of the impact point on the shield. It showed a very slight indentation. John had her reset the test. This time, there would be two hundred rounds hitting the shield, at the maximum velocity they would be fired from the gun. Sam complied, and the results were encouraging. When the last round hit the shield, it had partially penetrated. The rounds had gone nearly halfway through the shield. Even Sam was intrigued, now.

John asked her if she had any of the Hruthian ship designs available to her. She had two Rhylertian frigates, and one that was a fighter class sized ship in her data storage. She explained that the Hruth were more likely to be in stolen ships, than in ships of their own design. John had her set it up, anyway. This simulation was to be more of what would happen in ship-to-ship combat. One of the new fighters would swoop in, and fire a one second burst at the Hruth fighter. He wanted to see what damage, if any, that the burst would cause. He also wanted to find out about any ricochet damage to their own ship.

As soon as Sam started the simulation, the enemy ship exploded! Sam started the simulation again, but slowed it down. This time, they saw what happened. After the 487th impact, the rounds penetrated the shield, and began bouncing around inside of it. They literally ripped apart the enemy ship, until its shield generator was destroyed. John spotted a couple of problems, though.

Firstly, the ship firing the weapon got hit by several ricochets, which did minor shield damage. Secondly, a little over a half second into the simulation, the rounds were passing through the other side of the shield. This meant that if there were friendly ships in the way, they would get hit.

They played around with the firing speed, and dialed it in at twelve hundred round per second. That was enough to totally destroy the fighter, without too many strays. However, it was a different story when they tried it on the frigate. Three out of the four simulations showed the frigate sustaining heavy damage, but it was still able to fire its weapons. After a few more adjustments, it was totally destroyed each time. John suggested that the guns would have to adjust for each class of ship they might encounter.

Sam countered with her own suggestion of timed bursts from the guns. John, not grasping the idea, had Sam explain. Sam elaborated by saying that it would be time consuming to adjust the firing rate of the gun itself, especially in battle. She further pressed her point by saying that no matter how fast the AI’s actions, it could cost a shot at an enemy ship while the AI was adjusting the guns. John nodded, letting her know that he was with her so far. She said that if the guns were set to where the firing rate was constant, and only the firing burst was timed, the AI would have a better chance of having the guns ready without a delay.

John’s reply was for her to show him. Sam changed the parameters of the guns back to their original setting, and ran simulations with timed bursts. It was just as effective. Sam offered that as they encountered new hostile ships, they could add to the preset times accordingly. John agreed with Sam’s idea, and she added the guns to the design of the new ship.

Now it was time to address the damage the ship received. John had an idea. Though he was catching up on the technology of Rhyler, he was still behind.

John explained to Sam that on Earth, electricity cycled sixty times per second. His idea for the shielding used that principle of cycling. Only, instead of the electricity cycling, the generator would randomly change the frequency of the shield. That way the shield would constantly renew itself.

The white board appeared again, and started filling itself with numbers and symbols. John kept up with the computations for a little while, and then they went beyond his understanding. Four new sections of white board appeared, as the previous ones were filled with calculations. Finally, Sam looked at him with a crooked smile.

“I take it my idea has some merit?”

“As I have said before, the creativity the people of your planet have shown is astounding. I have to wonder if it has something to do with the limits placed on your minds. It has forced your race to ... I believe the expression is: ‘think outside the box’. Even when you see something that works well, (in this case, the ship’s shields), you look for ways to improve it. To answer your question is that yes, it will work. I have the drones working on new shield generators as we speak. But, I see a problem that using the new shield will create.”

John raised his eyebrow as he looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

“With a multi-phasing shield, it would have to be dropped, before any weapon could be fired.”

John smiled. This was something to which he had actually given some thought, in case his idea worked. John had her save the gun designs, and then cleared the holographic clutter. He had learned enough physics to know that the shields were reactive. This meant they reacted either to impact, to explosions, or to high levels of energy. A person could walk through a shield. It would be uncomfortable. It would make every hair on the body stand on end. Still, it could be done without damaging the person. In the same way, an extendable turret could lower the weapon through the shield.

He had Sam bring up the design for the new ship. Then he added the turrets as he had envisioned. The guns would have nearly a 360-degree firing radius. Since there was a gun on each wing, he didn’t want them to be able to shoot each other.

Sam stepped up, and made some minor alterations. Not only would the guns rotate 360 degrees, but they would swivel up and down, also. This added to the firing range of the weapons. Then she added a lock out, so that the gun pointing at the other wouldn’t fire, but the one in the clear would. Naturally, the lockout wouldn’t let either gun fire at the ship.

John wanted to finish the weaponry on the ship, since the gauss gun was a short-range weapon. He asked Sam if the plasma cannon was a Rhylertian long-range weapon. She shook her head, and explained the plasma cannon was the Rhylertian’s short-range weapon. John rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and then decided to have Sam add plasma cannons to the arsenal anyway. He had her put them on an under-wing turret. He didn’t want to interrupt the shield during battle, at all.

He shared his reasoning for adding the plasma cannons with Sam. He explained that the gauss gun, though effective in simulation, had never been used in battle. She agreed, though she looked surprised when he wanted the plasma pulse cannons to be in the ten giga-joule range, since those were normally mounted only on heavy cruisers.

John headed off her argument by explaining that with all the modifications in the drives and designs that the ship, even with the extra weight, would still be very nimble. Sam looked thoughtful, and John knew her mainframe was crunching some numbers. A moment later, she smiled.

“You are right, John. Even with the added weight, this ship will be as nimble as the most maneuverable Rhylertian ship. It will maneuver almost as well as the one-man-fighter we designed.”

John returned her smile, and they continued on. Sam was describing the long range missiles the Rhylertians used on their ships. He had Sam move what they were working on to the side, to bring up a 3D image of the missiles. He immediately saw room for improvement. They worked on them, ‘till John was happy with the design. Actually, there were two designs variations of the original missile. The first used a standard missile, but with a small anti-matter warhead. The other was also an anti-matter warhead but the missile had a miniaturized cloaking mechanism. Then it was time for a coffee, and bathroom break.

When he returned, John asked how many of the missiles they could carry. Sam said six of any type. She brought up an image of the ship. It showed how the missiles and a loading/launching mechanism were mounted inside the wing.

John frowned. He didn’t like it. The new ship would be stuck with the same inherent problems that air jockeys on Earth dealt with. Once your missiles were gone, you had to get ‘up close and personal’ with the enemy’. When you did so, your odds of surviving the battle dropped drastically.

John asked a question that seemed so far off the subject that it caught Sam by surprise.

“How will you manufacture the missiles mounted in the ship?”

It only took Sam a moment to recover, but the stunned expression she’d had was quite cute.

“Normally, the base (or the battle cruiser where the fighter is stationed) has large replicators that create all of the ship’s armaments.”

“If the replicator only produced missiles, could it be downsized?”

“How small, Commander?”

“Small enough to fit into the wing of the new ship.”

John was hoping his guesswork was correct, but he could be wrong. Finally, Sam turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“How did you know?”

John realized what she was asking, almost at once.

“Sam, I didn’t ‘know’. I made a few suppositions, and apparently I was correct. I guess I don’t have any preconceived ideas of what will or won’t work. I was lucky on this one. Calculate and compare the weight difference between three missiles with their load/launch system; and the replicator, with a load/launch system.”

Sam smiled and said, “Commander, I made some suppositions of my own. I assumed you would want a missile already in the launching mechanism, ready to be fired. I also assumed that you would also want the launcher on a turret, to be lowered through the shield. I went one step further, and provided the means to rotate the turret. That eliminates the need for any rear-facing weaponry. Even with that added to the weight of this system, the ship would be lighter than if we used the old system. I should warn you that with the replicator being downsized to fit, and with the complexity of the missiles, the system won’t be able to fire as quickly the old load/launch system. My calculations show it can fire a missile with a standard warhead, every ten seconds; a standard missile with an anti-matter warhead, every fifteen seconds; and finally, a cloaked anti-matter missile, every thirty seconds.”

After these additions were made, John was satisfied with the plans. Before leaving the moon, Sam took John into another room. This one was filled with round shiny orbs sitting on tripods. To John they looked like oversized lawn ornaments. This was exactly what he wanted. John wanted them to look as non-threatening as possible.

John approached several, and they opened up revealing a book with a computer DVD ROM disk, Blu-ray disk, and a single USB drive. When John asked about the added disk, Sam explained that it took a single DVD ROM or Blu-ray disk to be able to teach how to pronounce all Galactic Standard words, with translations into the other languages required for its destination. Sam went further to say that they could fit it all on one USB drive, but she was aware that not everyone had a device to use it. Whereas, a DVD ROM and Blu-ray disk was in every laptop of desktop computer made these days. She explained that the disks were interactive, and similar to the language aids sold on Earth. When she told him what would occur after the book and disks were removed, he laughed until tears were flowing down his face.

After seeing all of the probes sitting there waiting, John decided to have Sam launch the first one hundred and ninety-eight probes. Each one was to land at the government headquarters for each one of the countries. He also suggested that they land during the hours of darkness, because people would probably panic if they came down during the day.

John spent the next several hours zipping around the solar system. Finally he began to feel comfortable with the controls, and started enjoying his flights. He was glad he’d had the ‘hands-on controls’ designed into this new craft. Typing in vector commands wasn’t the same as the joy he had experienced with flight simulator games. Once back on the dark side of the moon, John went to the mess for supper. He ordered a ‘Joe’s style’ pizza, and a diet soda. The two ate and talked, and John gave Sam the assignments he wanted her to look into.

He wanted her to close out his retirement account, and have his things put into storage ... on Earth, for now ... until they had more room at the base. He also wanted her to see if there were ways for them to make money. There were things from the planet they were going to need. All of those things were items the replicator couldn’t produce.

Sam said she was also going to do a little reading on the subjects they had discussed that day. It took John by surprise to hear that Sam wanted to read the Bible, and the Torah. Then she mentioned ‘Chariots of the Gods’, and that she was going to check out the early history of man.

John realized that this had to be the first time he had ever heard those four subjects mentioned at the same time.

He went back to the ship to rest, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the pods had been replaced with beds. They were the same as the beds that were going to be on the new ship. John slipped out of his uniform, and was about to climb into bed, when Sam appeared. She reminded him of his earlier request to alter him so he had no body hair, and for the subcutaneous implants, he nodded his head. The light that emitted from the ceiling surrounded him for a very brief period. He expected a wave of exhaustion, that didn’t occur. He climbed under the covers and laid his head down.

“Commander, this is your third day on this ship without release, are you feeling sexually frustrated, yet?”

John was stunned into silence by the question, but Sam was not deterred by his lack of response.

“Commander, from what I have learned about the people on your planet, they tend to suppress their sexuality. I have to assume by your lack of response, that you have somehow been influenced by your upbringing. You should be aware that during my research, I have discerned that for the most part, the organized religions are responsible these restraints. For them, it is a form of control. Rhylertians were not inhibited in such a crude way. They embraced their sexuality. In fact, Commander, there were many studies done. It was discovered that regular sexual release improved job performance.”

John noticed that Sam kept referring to him as ‘Commander’, and realized that this must be something official, or had to do with the functions of the ship. The way that she began the conversation was almost as though it was a command imperative. After sliding around so the blanket was across his lap and his legs were over the side of the bed. He decided that honesty was the best policy in this situation and tried to set aside the uncomfortable feelings this line of discussion was causing.

“Well, Sam, I am not really in the mood to masturbate and...” with a wave of his arm he indicated the rest of the ship as he continued.

“I seem to be lacking in willing partners at the moment.”

He tried to control the pent up frustration from creeping into his voice, but only partially succeeded.

“Commander,” Sam said tenderly, “I am not trying to make you uncomfortable, or remind you of your loneliness. However, not all crew members aboard Rhylertian ship were compatible sexually. Sometimes it was sexual preference, and other times it was a lack of compatibility in their personalities. Rhylertians took this into consideration, when designing the ships that would be gone for long periods of time. I have added those considerations into the design of the new rest areas.”

“Okay, Sam. I was lost, before. Now I’m in the middle of nowhere, and the trail of bread crumbs is missing.”

Sam tilted her head to the side and asked, “John, I am unfamiliar with that terminology. Could you explain?”

John took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. At least this was something he was more comfortable with.

“Sam, it is a reference to Hansel and Gretel, a ‘Grimm’s Fairy Tale’. You should read them, sometime. They are scary as hell, especially if you take into consideration they were supposed to be read to young children.”

“Oh! I see. I will do as you suggest, but for now could you explain yourself?”

John simply nodded.

“Sam, from what I have been able to glean from what you have been telling me, you are referring to a ship’s function, and it has to do with sexual release. Beyond that I really don’t understand.”

Sam nodded as if she had come to a decision about something.

“Commander, I was trying to broach the subject as delicately as knowing how Earthlings view sexuality. I apologize for my approach.”

“Sam, now that we know the subject matter, why don’t you just tell me.”

Sam told him that like the ‘enhanced sleep’, he could also have interactive sexual fantasies. He would go to sleep as usual, but would dream. During this dream period, he could enjoy any sexual fantasy he had ever imagined.

John told her he was willing to try, though it seemed a bit weird. They talked for a while longer and Sam encouraged John to come up with an object of his fantasy. She even suggested maybe a popular actress. John’s mind went immediately to his favorite actress, but since Sam’s image was patterned after her it would have seemed too weird. So he ran some actresses through his mind and came up with several possibilities.

Then John thought of a more contemporary actress. She had played in several roles that he had enjoyed. John smiled as he thought of his two favorite roles that she played. In one movie she hunted and killed vampires, and in the other she was a vampire. Of the two, he preferred her role as a vampire. So he gave Sam her name, and some of the movies she had acted in, but made sure Sam understood which was his favorite. Hey, it was Sam who said he would enjoy himself a lot more if he were honest.

When their discussion was done, John laid back down on the bed, and covered himself with the sheet. About a meter above him, a covering pivoted and came down. It reached down to about waist high. It was transparent, and John assumed that it was made out of the same material as the clear covering on the tubes. The good news was that with the bed being larger, and the covering higher up, John felt no twinge of claustrophobia before he fell asleep.

He was unaware of the bowl-like cranial device that extended from the headboard of the bed on a swiveling arm. Nor did he stir when it cradled the top of his head, snugly. He was just as unaware of the tube like structure that rose up between his legs, and pulled his flaccid penis into itself. Its soft inner walls adjusted as his penis reacted, and became erect.

John found himself in a place surrounded by a dense fog. He had vacationed in London about five years earlier, and had left his hotel one evening to do a little sight seeing. The fog had been like this, at that time. He had started walking away from his hotel. He had made it about a block, before he realized that not only could he no longer see his hotel, he couldn’t see much else, either. He did the only thing he could think of ... back tracking towards the hotel.

John started looking around himself, hoping to be able to discern something, a shape, a building, anything to help him get his bearings. Just then, he thought saw movement. When he shifted his eyes, he saw swirling fog as though something had just vacated the area a moment before. It was then that he heard a noise behind him. He had just enough time to spin around, before a dark blur came out of the fog and hit him in the chest.

John gasped, trying to suck back in, the wind that had been knocked out of him. Then he felt a weight across his mid-section. Time slowed down, as every detail of that moment became crystal clear. The weight that was pinning him to the ground was difficult for his mind to interpret. It was neither man nor animal, but somehow a combination of the two. What you might call its face was almost wolf-like, though on a much larger scale. Although there was some hair on the creature, for the most part, its skin was smooth. Its coloration was a dark gray, mottled with a lighter gray.

Its body rippled with muscles, and all of them appeared to be well defined. The sense of strength about it was almost palpable. In morbid fascination his attention was focused on the beast, as it raised its well-muscled arm, which ended in razor-sharp claws, into the air. He knew this would be his deathblow, but he couldn’t help but watch in detached horror as that moment drew nearer. As the arm began its descent, John was deafened by multiple loud reports from an automatic weapon. The creature that was about to end John’s life, flew away from him, as the rounds drilled into and through it.

Out of the mist, a figure strode up to him. Other than looking human, John couldn’t discern much more, until it got closer. It was a woman. She had dark hair, and a light complexion. She was wearing a long leather coat that nearly brushed the ground, and calf length boots with three-inch heels. Her jumpsuit was either latex, vinyl, or a very supple leather. Finally, she had on a leather bustier.

John had never been attracted to the ‘goth’ dress or lifestyle; but on this woman, it looked outstanding. The only things that ruined the effect were the holsters on her hips for her weapons, which she still had in her hands. She either could fire them very quickly, or they were machine pistols.

The question was quickly answered when she walked past John, and emptied one of the pistols into the creature. Definitely machine pistols.

The woman tucked one of the guns under her arm while she ejected the magazine from the other. After tucking the empty magazine into a pocket she slapped a fresh magazine into the gun and tucked it into her holster. She then repeated the process with the other gun. When both guns were tucked away, she offered her hand to John. He accepted the proffered hand, though he held little hope that this petite woman would be able to help him get his bulk off the ground.

John gave a yelp of pain as she gave what appeared to be a little tug. To John it felt like his arm was being ripped out of its socket. He had to fight to keep his balance once he got to his feet, to keep inertia from causing him to stumble past her.

Standing right in front of her, he took stock of her again. He was five-eleven, and she was a few inches shorter. Then he remembered her heels and guessed she would be about five-four in her stocking feet.

While rubbing his shoulder with one hand, John hooked the thumb of the other over his shoulder.

“What was that?”

“A Lycan,” was her brisk reply.

“A Lycan? As in lycanthrope, more commonly referred to as werewolf? I didn’t think they existed.”

She looked John directly in the eye, and said, “There are great many things in this world that people would prefer not to believe in. That doesn’t make them any the less real.”

A shiver ran through John as he got the feeling that she was talking about more than just werewolves

The woman then grabbed John’s wrist and said, “Follow me.”

When he hesitated, she squeezed down painfully on his wrist. That galvanized him into motion. He followed her through the fog that crowded around them. John had no idea how she was navigating through it. Still, following a beautiful woman sure beat being left alone in this fog, especially if there were more creatures like that Lycan around. At least she had weapons, and obviously knew how to use them.

John knew they had taken several twist and turns, but he still didn’t know where they were headed. Finally, he could hold his tongue no more.

“Who are you?”

“I’m a death dealer,” was her brief and inadequate reply.

John pondered it for a moment before asking.

“That tells me what you do, but do you have a name?”

She stopped abruptly in front of him, and scrutinized him over her shoulder. She seemed to calculating whether or not she could trust him with the information. Just as John thought she wasn’t going to reply, she said,

“Selene.”

Then she was off and walking again, dragging him behind her.

In the dense fog, time really had no meaning. They could have been walking for minutes, or hours. It was impossible to tell.

Then they were in front of a solid looking door. It was strange, too. First they were surrounded by fog. Then, voila, there was the door. It was as though it had appeared out of nowhere.

Selene produced a key, unlocked the two deadbolts that secured the door, and motioned for John to step through.

It was a bit disconcerting being suddenly surrounded by solid walls, after having spent an interminable amount of time in the ethereal mist.

Selene re-locked the door, and she led him down a long hall. They went up three flights of stairs, and down another hall. About halfway down this hall she stopped, and unlocked a door. She motioned John through this one. Inside was a very nicely furnished apartment. The door from the hall had opened into the bedroom.

When John heard the snick of the lock, he turned back toward the door, only to find himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Did it bite you?”

“What?” was all that John could manage.

“The Lycan,” Selene said patiently. “Did it bite you?”

“No,” was John’s eloquent reply.

“Let’s see, then.”

John stared at her, dumbfounded.

Selene motioned with her gun.

“Your shirt.”

John’s fingers mechanically went to the buttons of his shirt and worked them. His shirt slid to the floor.

Selene motioned with the gun again.

“Now your pants.”

John sat on the edge of the bed and untied his shoes before removing them and his socks. He stood first he unsnapped then unzipped his jeans. When they piled around his ankles he stepped out of them.

Once again she motioned with the gun.

“Now the rest.”

When John hesitated, she pulled back the hammer of the gun until there was a mechanical snick, as it locked into place.

A heartbeat later his boxers were on the floor with everything else. John felt himself blushing at his sudden vulnerability, knowing there was nothing he could do about it.

With the hand not holding the gun, she motioned for him to turn around.

“I guess you were right, it didn’t bite you.”

John bent to retrieve his boxers.

“Uh, uh,” Selene said with emphatic negativity. “I’m not done with you, yet.”

John looked at her like a trapped animal, but she motioned toward the bed with the gun. John began to crawl onto the bed on his hands and knees. As he was crawling toward the headboard he heard a click. Then, in rapid succession: click, click, click, click, click. John was frozen he was waiting for the loud report that would end his existence.

When it didn’t come, he ventured a look over his shoulder. Relief swept through him when he saw her sitting in a chair. The clicking noise was her releasing the catches that kept her boots tight to her calves. He noticed that her long leather coat was lying over the arm of the chair.

John finished climbing to the head of the bed. He turned over in time to hear and see her standing to unzip her bustier. He watched as it tumbled forward and fell to the floor. Though John may not have known what material the jumpsuit was made out of, it had hugged her body’s every curve, leaving little to the imagination. There was nothing erotic about the way Selene was undressing, but John felt his mind and body responding, all the same.

The zipper for the jumpsuit ran from neck to groin, and Selene worked it in a smoothly efficient manner. Since he had turned over and started watching her, her eyes had not left his, not even once. As she worked her arms out of the jumpsuit, the top half fell to her waist, revealing part of her intimate beauty. The completion of her upper body matched her face, making John realize that this woman had not been in the sunlight for quite some time.

John noted again, how petite the woman was. When his eyes settled on her breasts, he gave a crooked smile. In his eyes, they were perfect. John realized that each man has his own idea of perfection. Some of his acquaintances would point out a woman with large breasts and note how those were his idea of perfect breasts. In John’s mind, he looked at symmetry, and not size. In fact, he preferred smaller breasts.

But these ... They were beautifully rounded, with quarter-sized areolas. Her small, eraser sized nipples looked to be already erected. Her tits (breasts, John corrected himself. mentally) swayed ever so slightly as she began to work the suit off her hips.

At last, her body was revealed in all its glory. Her upper body tapered to her small waist, then flared at the hips, ending in shapely dancers legs. The only thing that marred her perfect pale complexion, was a thin dark strip of hair about her pussy (vagina, John corrected himself).

Why was his mind using these terms? He found himself longing to get his hands on her tits (breasts, John corrected again). He didn’t normally think in such vulgar terms, but he kept using them whenever he thought about her. He found it disturbing and exciting at the same time, to be using those terms.

She strode confidently over to the bed. Her movements were efficient and graceful, almost catlike. She wasted no time in mounting the bed, and crawling across it. When she reached John she straddled him. When John looked down at where their bodies touched he could see his dick (penis) nestled in-between the lips of her pussy (vagina). Selene leaned forward, and placed her hands on his chest, John fought the urge to reach up and fondle her beautiful tits (uh, uh, nuh! Breasts. Yeah, that’s it, breasts).

John knew he was losing the battle of terminology. The more excited he became the less able he was to...

John’s inner turmoil was washed away as Selene began to rotate her hips, rubbing her pussy along the underside of his cock. John was in heaven. His hands came up of their own accord, and began caressing and fondling this beautiful woman’s tits. He would tease her nipples to full erectness, and then lightly brush his thumb over them, causing Selene’s body to shudder slightly. His cock slowly grew slick, as Selene’s pleasure grew.

They had not passed a word between them since she had ordered him onto the bed. That somehow felt right, to John. Her breathing was becoming more rapid, as John would occasionally gently roll her nipples between his thumb and finger. John’s cock was erect, and was pushing upwards, adding more pressure to the contact between them. Selene continued to rotate her hips for a bit longer. Then she suddenly pushed herself up into a standing position.

She had a foot on each side of John’s hips. He watched as she bent at the knees and began to lower her small form towards him. He looked down when he felt her small hand wrap around his cock. For a moment, he stared in disbelief. ‘That’ was not his cock, and he should know. He had spent thirty-seven years of his life with it! This ‘monster’ was not the one he’d had the last time he had relieved himself to some internet porn. The thing attached to his groin had to be eight, nine maybe even ten inches long. It was also thick. He couldn’t even hazard a guess as to how thick, but looking at the small hand holding it, he realized it was as thick as her wrist.

He looked up at the woman with worry, but she just gave him a thin smile. He looked back down in time to see her begin to rub the head of his dick between her pussy lips, covering it with her intimate oils. Once again he was struck by the size of his cock in comparison to this small petite woman. It looked grotesquely huge in comparison. If she tried to stick that monster inside her, it would rip her in two. He saw immediately that that was exactly what she intended to do.

He felt her increase the amount of pressure she was applying at their junction. He felt the head of his cock slide into her intensely tight pussy, and thought he was in heaven. She tilted her head back, and hissed. He thought it odd, but figured it was her way of expressing what she was feeling. John understood. In his previous experiences, he had felt nothing like what he was feeling now.

Years before, he had stumbled across a virgin. They had dated for a while, and she had decided to lose her virginity to him. He had been patient and caring, and had made sure he took his time, while breaking through her hymen. She had been painfully tight, even after she had become accustomed to his intrusion. That experience was nothing, compared to the tightness he was experiencing now.

Selene began rocking her hips again, and John watched in amazement as another inch of his cock disappeared into her. She seemed determined to have more of him inside of herself, as she rolled her hips even faster. Inch by glorious inch he watched his monster cock disappear into her. Long past the time John thought she should bottom out, Selene continued to work him into her. When their groins finally met, she shifted the position of her legs, so she was supporting herself on her knees. She leaned forward at that time, and brushed her lips across John’s.

John had heard the expression ‘it felt like an electrical charge had passed between them’, but had never experienced it, until now. The kisses they were sharing deepened, and became more passionate. When her tongue asked entrance, he parted his lips and their tongues began to dance and duel (thrust, parry, guard). When his tongue brushed against something sharp he first ignored it. When it happened again he decided something was wrong.

He put his hands on both of her shoulders and pushed. She allowed it, and looked into John’s eyes, and John nearly lost his nerve, but forced himself to ask.

“What are you?”

Her smile grew wide and he could see a hint of fangs that his tongue had felt

“I’m a vampyre,” was her simple reply.

The way she pronounced the word, John could almost hear the difference in the spelling. However, he felt a panic start to flow into him.

“So, what does that make me? Lunch?”

She smiled wider and though John knew he should be worried he relaxed a bit.

“No, I’m a vegetarian.”

The expression on John’s face must have been humorous, because Selene began to laugh. Not only was it melodic and pleasant, it was doing wonderful things to their union, re-inflating his flagging erection.

“Sorry, that’s an inside joke. I will not go into detail, because my time is short. A group of vampyres is known as a coven, as is a group of witches. The coven I belong to, owns a company that creates synthetic plasma. They also clone blood. At present, the process is waiting for FDA approval. I am able to sate my blood-hunger with cloned human blood, and have no need to feed on humans.”

This said, she started raising and lowering herself on John’s cock. The feelings generated were intense. Finally, John hugged her to himself, and rolled over of top of her. He was sure that if this was something she didn’t want, she could have easily countered him, but she allowed it. He supported himself on his elbows and began to slowly thrust in and out of her. With his hands now free, he caressed her face and neck. He kissed her.Though there was a definite difference in their height, he was able to bend himself enough so he could kiss and lick her tits.

At first Selene seemed uncomfortable with these acts of tenderness, but when she saw that this was something John wished to give her, she surrendered to it. Soon she was moaning, as her body surprised her by responding to John’s attentions. Selene was soon thrusting back at John, urging him into a quicker pace. John complied readily, but wasn’t sure how long he could keep up the pace. Selene was moaning and showing her pleasure, but John wasn’t sure how close she was to orgasm. That was a problem, because he was building toward his, rapidly.

John was doing his very best to hold off his impending release when her pussy clamped down so hard on his dick that he thought she was going to rip it off. She arched her back and opened her mouth in a silent scream, though making nothing more than a hissing noise. John, in hopes of joining her, tried in vain to move inside her. She was locked so tightly onto him, that her body moved with him. They were locked together as surely as a male dog ties to a bitch. He did the only thing he could think of, and began caressing her and kissing every inch of exposed flesh he could reach with his mouth and hands.

Then he felt the oddest sensation. The internal muscles of her pussy fluttered ... no that wasn’t the right word, and neither was rippled. It was as though her pussy was trying to pull his dick even further inside of her. The sensation would start at the base of his cock and run along its length to the head. This milking sensation was all it took to push him over the top. He blasted into her.

The intensity of his release was overpowering. Somehow, he managed to keep himself supported on his elbows. He kissed and touched her until his penis deflated, and pulled out of her. He moved onto his side, beside her, and pulled her into his arms. She came willingly, but her facial expression relayed her confusion.

“Why? Why did you treat me so gently, when I forced you into this situation?”

John became reflective, and examined his motives.

“Selene, I don’t know the story of how you became a vampire, and I don’t know what a ‘death dealer’ is. To be honest I’m not sure that I even want to know. You are a beautiful woman. Any man would consider himself lucky to find himself in my position, but it was more than that. I sensed tenderness deep inside you. I responded to it. This is who I am, and this is how I feel a woman should be treated. I realize this isn’t much in the way of an explanation, but I acted with my heart, not my head.”

“It is enough,” she said as she drew closer, and laid her head on his chest.

John stayed awake for a short time, stroking her hair, and wondering how he ended up in this position. Darkness swept over him and he slept, his beautiful vampire in his arms.

He awoke with a start, his mind telling him that he had heard a noise. His eyes found Selene fully dressed now, and replacing her guns in their holsters. She walked over to the bed and kissed him, causing a brief stirring of his groin.

“I have left a card on the night table with my number on it. I don’t know why the Lycan are after you, but you can be certain they will be back. Call me if you can think of any reason why they might be tracking you. If you sense that you are being followed, call me. If you see them, it will be too late.”

With that, she exited the room. John, still being a bit drowsy, laid his head back on the pillow and tried to think. He wasn’t even aware when he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The light in which John was bathed, changed from amber to a greenish blue. The tube-like device and the cranial cap returned to their hidden positions.

The only indication that anything out of the ordinary had occurred, was the broad smile upon John’s sleeping face.

Edited By TeNderLoin