The spacious cargo bay of this Space Combat Cruiser is beautifully arranged with a wide array of Space Shuttles, Fighters and Troop Carriers.
Which would be an impressive sight, if it weren't for the sudden holes provoked by powerful piercing rounds trespassing the armoured hull like hot knife through butter.
The vacuum of space sucking out the pressurized atmosphere, unleashing chaos in the engineers and maintenance personnel, both panicking with appalled disbelief, rushedly trying to activate their magnetic boots and put on the helmets to not die asphyxiated.
I was bordering a Troop Carrier to make an orbital descent over Fettiyio.
A routine raid to purge criminals who are hiding the terrorists who shattered the moon.
They kill my mother, and later, the repercussions in the form of a tsunami wiped out my parkour friends from the orphanage.
We finally have concrete evidence of their location, after Nuking the Nation that falsified information to hide the Terrorist's whereabouts. «What other nation is protecting them?!».
"The hangar doors are malfunctioning!".
"Who cares?!. Blow them up!".
The division commander shouts to the pilot, but it's too late, an explosion rips the cargo area in two, sending us into space, crashing against the debris of the moon orbiting the planet.
Azthea's gravity pulls me back into the atmosphere with a fall that gets faster by the second.
My Combat Exoskeleton magnifies the image below me, detecting multiple anti-aircraft batteries firing very quickly and with unparalleled power.
"Those are not Coil Cannons". I murmur, trying to appear as another piece of junk from the destroyed vessel in which i was being transported seconds before.
And to be more convincing, i connect with nearby devices, using suicide drones to draw the attention away from me, waiting for the Stealth Bombers or Hypersonic Missiles to clean out the area.
{How naive i was. Haha. The reinforcements were annihilated before us}.
A soft muffled moan reverberates, and i genuinely hope is not solely in my horny mind.
The truth is revealed as i open my eyes, Verulkya is lying next to me, tenderly stroking my hair. "Do you like this type of wake up call, Vruck?".
I glance down, Cresseida rubbing her face against my groin.
"Indeed". I admit, freeing my hardened manhood from the Adarga, what makes Crissy to stroke my shaft before she touches the head of my cock, rubbing and lubing my throbbing virility.
She licks the tip, pressing her lips, parting them to initiate her labor.
"You are delicious, Vurckair~". Cresseida moans raggedly, joy brimming with the flavor of my lube, her dainty fingers massaging my testicles, and her velvet lips tightly wrapped around my dick, slowly going farther than the bulbous head.
Her warm mouth is soft and wet, embracing me with the spasming vibrations of her moans, along the constraining swirling provided by her viperous tongue.
I feel a tingle in my legs, letting my rest merge with this rare moment of relaxation, my raging boner poised straight for Cresseida, letting her do es she pleases.
Her nose smells the odor of my groin as if it were an exotic lotion, assaulting her nostrils, but the savor must be better, because she presses herself forward, engulfing my member, using her tongue with her meandering expertise, lapping up and down to swallow the viscous taste.
"Lick the underside" I instruct her, she is always eager to fulfill my requests, though she does it with more meekness than her usual subservient behavior.
"Talk to me, Crissy. Being aware of what you went through is not enough for me".
Her spasming shiver is tense, but she is calmer with my hand ruffling her hair, yet, i press her nape, burying my cock deep into her throat, twitching wildly as she clenches the slippery passage.
"It seems you don't believe my words, Crissy. Then, i have no option aside guessing. «Crusdia stole your lovers because, in her eyes, they were unworthy of you»".
Cresseida is astonished, looking into my eyes, blinking once. Making me smile. "I suppose you are more upset about the fact that Crussdia forbid you from commiting your own mistakes. Not because of this lovers".
The Librarian lowers her gaze, blushing profusely. "Come on, Cresseida. There is no need for you to be shy with me, i would be enraged too. It doesn't matter how mature we are. Regardless of understanding the «Why», we still need to hear it from the person who is responsible".
I turn to the side, observing Verulkya. "Thank you for not interfering in Naiyag'Kort".
"Vruck. If you really want to thank me. How about a prize?".
"Haha. As you wish. Be a Good Aunty, and spread your legs apart".
The Hot Aunt obeys, spreading her defined legs to form an «M» shape.
Holding Cresseida's head, i roll to my right, the Librarian ends lying beneath me, my cock still stuffing her mouth to the brim, while i'm between Verulkya's thighs, smelling the scent of grapes and jasmines from her soft moistened folds.
"Are you this wet from touching my hair?. Or from seeing me manhandling Cresseida?".
"I prefer to no comment about it".
"Are you sure?".
"No. That is why i will tell you. Vruck. My heart burns when i see you being friendly with others. But i adore how they fall subdued before your Suppressive Dominance".
"You are mistaken". I kiss Verulkya's navel, licking up slightly, then doing descending pecks down her belly. "My allure comes from Attentive Vehemence, it seems Oppressive because not many are so dedicated, much less possess the willpower to follow this path, Dominance is the byproduct, not the goal".
I exhale purposely, my hot breath brushing the Hot Aunt's vagina, her squirm is weak, controlling herself, a nice attempt, but too naive.
Hinting a lick, my tongue trails the air, not touching Verulkya's Maidenhood. The sheer smoothness of my action, make her jaw drop wide open, moaning raggedly in anticipation, tantalized by the promise of my mouth devouring her appetizing, soaked pussy.
Approaching lethargically, i almost caress the spasming vulva with my nose, smelling strongly, so the air tickles the Hot Aunt.
"Please. No more delay, Vurckair. I'll be a Good Aunty"…