A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 58

It did a lot to strengthen her resolve not to weaken and begin again and once she was able to get her mind away from what she'd been aching to do, she almost lost her grip and fell when she noticed something else about him. After that moment, other things came to her notice in rapid succession and the final thing was that he didn't know something about himself – she wondered how it was possible, but the proof of it was in the eyes of that beautiful creature lying there on the bed almost below her.

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Thinking about everything brought him another thought and remembering that he'd had a bath that evening, he reached for the nightstand. About the only thing that he treasured about his one relationship – other than the memories of having had it, was the dildo that Lonnie had forgotten to take. Well, she likely hadn't forgotten it, Talon thought. It was just that the last place she'd left it was under one of the pillows – the one that he'd had his head on the night that she left. So it was a gift to him in a way, he supposed. He liked to feel it between his thighs as he played with himself.

He never imagined that it was attached to anyone. That would have brought thoughts to him of just how that man would have looked. It was much easier just to have it there, since doing that always brought him off a lot quicker.

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Her eyes widened at the sight of what he had and she wondered if he'd actually do it – insert that thing into himself. It gave her a little thrill – as well as another urge to fight off as she watched what he did with it, wondering if he'd go all of the way.

She blinked and stared, wanting to see as well as she could in case he did it. But given the size of it and the fact that it appeared to be a hard thing with no give to its surface by the way that he held it, she had her doubts. She licked her lips again.

She was with him, understanding his want clearly, but without one hell of a lot of lubrication, patience, and practice, that thing wasn't going there.

She was almost relieved that penetration didn't seem to be his intent as she watched.

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'As advertised', he smirked to himself a little, placing the toy against his perineum and sliding it after taking a little time to wet it with his saliva repeatedly drew a reaction from his willy. It grew even harder and for the next five minutes or so, Talon was in heaven as he lay on his side a little and worked the toy with one hand while working himself with the other. He didn't even have time to reach for anything to catch his semen in, he had to just roll onto his back again and let it go and it was all over his hard belly after that.

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She almost groaned to see the quantity of semen that he spurted. It was a little sad to see him throw it away this way. She ached a little, wanting to feel it between her thumb and fingers, or the thrill of having had it shot into her open mouth to swallow something so nice and lick her lips afterward to make certain that nothing was missed.

The thought of how it would have felt right up there between her thighs or to have it seep out of either of her openings made her need to grip the ceiling a little tighter as she watched. She wouldn't have wanted it once it had cooled but right now, ....

Ohhh, she almost wanted to beg him for the honor of licking it off that hard little belly, so like her own.

She felt a protrusion sticking up from the top of the structural beam and it came into her hand a moment later once she'd silently broken the bond of old paint which kept it there. She knew that she'd need it in a minute or two.

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Finally, he thought.

Finally, he could have his pee. He stood up and walked to door, determined to get it done and close the door as quickly as possible afterward. It wasn't really Spring yet and the night air would be cold.

He heard a little sound behind him just as he got the door open and he turned to look back, knowing that he'd never see anything in this degree of darkness, even though, from what he'd heard from others and the results of his flight testing, he had extraordinary night vision. The sound must have been made by a mouse or something and he turned to the outside again to pee at last.

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In that short time that he'd been distracted by what she'd thrown against the wall, he hadn't even felt or noticed the way that she'd slipped past him out into the night. She spread her wings and was airborne and flying off a second later before he turned back. He saw nothing as he groaned softly when his stream began.

She was off and gaining altitude, with one hand already caressing her little mound and a small smile on her face. This was the third night running that she'd watched him play with himself.

She knew that she should stop.

There was no way that she could go on like this forever. For one thing, it was becoming an obsession to her and she really did know herself. Even if she wasn't caught at it, she knew that very soon, she'd be falling in love with that beautiful boy.

Even as she had the thought, she knew that because of the revelations which she'd seen just minutes ago, ...

It had already happened.

She thought of the others and grew determined. This just had to work.

She already had a male and they'd loved each other for as long as they could remember. The thing of it was that they wanted to make babies. She was determined that her mate shouldn't have to go without and once they brought in the idea that it might be best if there was other blood added as well, they just agreed that another female would be a good thing and for reasons which were obvious to them all, it couldn't be little Katje.

So, he was the one who brought in the money with his occupation, and it left him little time to look – though he did try. The main weight of finding and recruiting the second female fell to her, since she'd have to be able to get along well with the second wife.

So far, the search had been a failure, but these last few nights as she'd watched that one back there, she'd gotten an idea. She just didn't know if it would be something which her male could accept – two males and one female instead of their original plan. From what she felt from that sweet boy back there, she could love him too. She just didn't know if someone like him could love what she was in return, given what she now knew of him.

And then there was the little detail of her male's thoughts on the matter. For what they were – well, half of it anyway, no male accepts another male into a mating bond if he already has a female and no male shares his female - ever.

Still, she thought, it was worth the asking.

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He was just drifting off again when it hit him.

He suddenly knew what he wanted to do as an end to this.

He'd get up in the morning and pick up his rifle, just in case, as he walked the runway looking for things which had seeded themselves in the cracks of its surface. He knew that he'd likely have to clean it up a little no matter what. After that, he'd spend a few days going through the checklists which pertained to starting the idol. He knew that what would have taken four men a couple of hours to do would likely take a solitary man more than a few days to accomplish, but he didn't care anymore.

He just needed to see what was left in the fuel bunker. All that he needed was about a hundred gallons.

With that, he'd fire up the tractor and haul the idol of his former religion outside and after one last start-up; Talon would close the canopy and begin his final take-off roll. He planned to lift off and keep the thing fire-walled as he retracted the landing gear and the flaps and then he'd just climb away as fast and as high as he could until the fuel ran out. He doubted that it would take more than three or four minutes.

After that, it was just a long rush to get his nose pointed at the ground and he likely wouldn't feel a single thing.

He thought about it for a minute or so and then Talon closed his eyes with a smile and went back to sleep. He still didn't know what he was, but it wouldn't matter anymore very soon.

He had an exit strategy.

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They stood in a chamber of their home and he stood thinking about what she'd said. At first blush, he didn't like it at all.

But then she said that he was thinking of another male such as he was and that this one was not like that at all. "He is smaller, very near to my size, and he is so sweet-looking. He is not such a strong male as you, but in a very different way, he is very fine to my eyes."

She turned and saw that he listened and she was so pleased – once again - in him. She couldn't have made a better choice in a male. A male who listened to his female attentively – and one who could think and not just react, ... he was worth so much and he didn't know it.

"I learned this night that I CAN love one like him without losing anything of what I have and feel for you. By itself that was a discovery, Cor. I did not think that it was possible, but it is. I was thinking that instead of two females, I might have two fine males to breed me and the thing that was such a shock to me when I saw it, is that I think that you would still have two females for your pleasure. I think you should consider it and try to see him to think if you might want him. It isn't anything for a lot of our kind to take a lover who is the same as they are.

And there is something else – well, two things," she said, "The first is that he does not know himself, and I mean, at all. The second thing is that I think of little Katje."

He nodded and was thinking about it and was about ready to decline, when he noticed that it would be out of hand and that she was right about them. His thoughts were interrupted as he watched her begin to cut her hair.

"What are you doing, Sonja?" he asked, "I have always loved your hair."

She smiled at him, "I will not take it all. I saw something like this today and I liked it. Can I use the blade that you shave with – when you think to?"

Now he was really confused, but he grabbed his straight razor and handed it to her, "Yes, of course. Here."

He had to help her a little, but he did say that he liked the result.

"What will you do now?" he asked her and she smiled at him softly as she toweled off the last of the shaving foam.

"If you would allow it, I will go to him again and let him see me. It is to know if he might like me. We need to know this more than anything so that I can be bred by both of you when the time comes.

If I am someone that he wants, then you need to meet him and if YOU like him and most of all, if HE likes YOU, then it can be done."

She looked up at him a little nervously, "It sounds easy enough, but I know that it is not at all. If it can be done between you is the hardest thing, but we have looked for so long and found no female of any kind who would want to be a second wife."

She shrugged, "Females are just not like that. I would never agree to share you with another as the second female, unless I said it so that I could kill the other one quietly in a little time."

He smirked a little, "What about Katje?" he asked.

His female almost laughed, "Well, if she can keep her dark thoughts from herself for another few days, I would say that if nothing else from this comes to pass, I think that little Katje's life will improve regardless."

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When he woke up a few hours later, Talon thought things over and with nothing to go against the idea, he began. He didn't know why, really, but he did let one thing slow him up a little. He saw his face in the mirror in passing and for reasons that he couldn't identify, he decided to shave, not liking the thin dark stubble that he saw. Normally, it wouldn't have been worth a thought to him, but for some reason, ...

That cost him over half an hour, since he had to wait until the water was a little hot for the shave, but then he was off after stopping in to look at the idol, though it had ceased to be that for him a long time ago now. He just walked to the building where the thing was stored and looked for a few minutes.

What he was looking at was an odd thing, though he didn't know it. He lived in what had once been the United States of America. It made no sense to him, and he couldn't now remember the twisted reasoning in the theology, but there was something there which explained in a supreme-deity sort of way just how and why a flying machine which had been made in Great Britain had come to be here and even be worshiped – as opposed to the other ones that he could see the remains of all around him.

He'd been brought up teething on all of the bullshit, but he knew from the things that he'd had to recite that it was a little different. Here he was inside of a landlocked state looking at a machine made to find and hunt other aircraft, ships and something called submarines, whatever those had been, on the ocean.

It had a name and he knew it, though he sure didn't know what it meant. All that he knew was that it was something called a 'gannet' and that it was the only flying machine that he'd ever heard of which had been made to run on turbine fuel as well as diesel oil.

Which was a good thing, he knew. That rare ability was what separated this one craft from all of the others here. Turbine fuel was something which couldn't be gotten anywhere anymore, and what there was of it had degraded so badly in the time since it had been produced that it was all just stiff and smelly jelly now. But there was still diesel fuel, though sadly, there was almost none left around here.

Like a lot of other boys before him, Talon had learned about flying, though he'd only ever been less than two dozen times. Since he'd demonstrated such ability with the idol, he was the one most often called upon to start it and back when there had been fuel, he'd been able to fly it as well.

Flying that thing made all of the nonsense worthwhile to him. Flying that thing was freedom for as long as it lasted. And like all of the others, he could still recite all of the many checklists by rote, the information having been burned into his head as mantras all through his childhood by the priests.

Talon had an ability to learn most anything quickly. It was why he'd been able to absorb and demonstrate sufficient knowledge to be allowed to advance to flying and once there, he'd rapidly shown that given enough airtime, he'd have surpassed all of the priests in short order. It was why they hadn't allowed him to go on much farther.

But there were things that they'd encouraged in him. Like his ability to shoot well and he'd been hands down the best shot year after year among the juniors. As a junior, he wasn't allowed to compete against the priests, but he'd seen their scores once. For all of their twisted theology, rites, rituals and groaning, droning prayers, Talon could outshoot them the same way that he could outfly them. And they didn't like it.

Another pile of bullshit relating to the religion.

He put on an insulated flightsuit that he'd found earlier the previous fall and he picked up his rifle to begin the walk right after his breakfast.

He looked around for a minute through the grimy window in the door and stepped outside to walk the runway. As he began, he cocked his rifle and set the safety before he slung it over his shoulder. This job had always been done. The 'clearing of the path', it had been called.

He smirked to himself. Well, yeah, you can't fly from a grown-over runway. He saw a few new cracks in the ancient concrete, but there was little that was new.

There were a couple of plants that he could see which were trying to grow out of the odd crack and these were what he was after now. As soon as he saw one, he'd step over and cut it down as close to the ground as he could. He was just thankful that it wasn't really Spring yet, because by then, there'd be all sorts of new growth to be dealt with. The trouble was that as soon as he'd taken care of one, he'd look up and see the next one, and the runway was well over a mile in length. He'd be at this for far more than a day.

But on he went, keeping a watchful eye on the horizon as well, in case any of the demons were drawing a bead on him.

As watchful as he was, Talon didn't notice that he wasn't completely alone out here either.

There was another who, it turned out, had enough experience at watching people and knew when to look away before the one being observed felt anything and knew of it.

There was a slope not all that far away from where Talon worked. Due to its proximity to what had once been a working airport, it was a low thing without much elevation to it. There would have been even less if it hadn't become clear fairly early on that only inches below the surface, lay one giant slab of bedrock which ran for hundreds of feet in any direction. Back in the day, the grass which covered the thing was kept neatly trimmed and bare of any other growth, but in the many years since the place had fallen into disuse, some rather tall trees had taken root there.

On a large and thick evergreen bough about six feet off the ground and well-hidden from direct view, someone was sitting there looking with binoculars, watching and waiting, while down below leaning up against the trunk of the tree, there was a long rifle.

'Slick' Peterson was a Barrett Gunner. The term was coined from the name of the long gun, being known as a Barrett Gun. It was notable because it fired a fifty caliber machine gun bullet and it was legendary for its extreme accuracy over as much as two miles. The name really meant that Slick was a bounty hunter and his weapon of choice allowed him to observe his quarry from a good distance away before firing the usual single shot which would end his quarry's life and allow him to stroll over to get the get the body and sling it over his pack horse so that he could go and collect the reward.

Sometimes he didn't have to go all that far afield. He'd gotten his nickname one night in a barroom. He was sitting alone and nursing a beer while he looked through copies of Wanted posters that he'd gotten that afternoon from the law office in a little town just large enough to have one. The subject of having a bounty on one's head came up at the next table and a loud braggart had laughed. After that, it was just the beer braying as he said, "I ain't afraid of no slick-shit shooter, boys. I done killed me a few in my time that was huntin' fer me. Most of them pukes is yeller anyhow. Otherwise they'd have the balls to shoot from ten feet or less if they had any guts."

The remark had caused the bounty hunter to leaf through the pile again until he found the poster that matched the man. He stood up a minute later and walked over.

"Sweet Jesus!" he exclaimed, "It's really you.

Redneck Murphy, right? Christ you're famous, man."

The mark had grinned and nodded, right until the muzzle of Peterson's pistol broke off one of his teeth as it was jammed into his mouth. The other men at the table recoiled to see something like that.

"Hope this is slick enough for you," Peterson said quietly as he tilted the back of the gun down and pulled the trigger.

It brought a little excitement into an otherwise dull evening of drinking for everyone and the bounty hunter with the new nickname had to settle up with the barman for spraying blood and brains onto a small patch of the ceiling.

He was a large man as most Barret Gunners tended to be; the rifle weighing in just slightly over thirty pounds empty. They held a ten round magazine which added even more to the weight. And like many others in the 'trade' he was a drifting loner, always seeking for a place to settle down and never really finding one. They tended to move from one area to the next, always looking for the local law office to check in and see about jobs which suited their specialty.