Crescent Fall Ch. 01

Delilah stood staring at the man in the hospital bed who was her arch rival. No one knew his real name – he went by the code name Al and had been an active operative and brilliant biochemist who'd worked for the last surviving offshoot of the infamous caliphate that had aimed to being retribution against the Futa for the downfall of their wannabe empire.

The clandestine group had succeeded in carrying out a pair of nuke attacks one crippling the Earth Freedom Initiate Defences decades ago leading to the near total domination of Earth by the Futanari while the other more recent attack vaporized Ripoll, daughter of the Empress along with her entire spaceship. The death of Ripoll, the then Fempirial ruling regent of the conquered Milky way galaxy came at a time when everyone thought the caliphate was finished. The result brought the EFI some breathing space as the Fempirium agreed to a temporal truce with Earth's Anti-Futa resistance until all trace of the caliphate had been obliterated from existence to placate the enraged Futanari Empress.

Delilah was the chief medical officer and analyst for the TG unit of the EFI which was instrumental in bringing down the caliphate thanks to their harem infiltration tactics. Despite The TG Unit's success in helping the resistance against both the Futanari and the terrorists they were still treated with suspicion because many of their members were humans who'd earlier sided with the Fempirium because futa society treated shemales as the elite third sex and bestowed special benefits and for such humans who were similar to the futa sex and according to futa lore meant to rule the lesser female and lowly male genders..

However many TG women left Futa society to fight for Earth when they realized that the Futanari were sabotaging humanity's genetic code. Despite proving their loyalty time and again, the TG unit of the EFI were still mistrusted because of their success and voracious sex appetites and former ties with the Fempirium.

It was a few years after joining the TG unit that Delilah had encountered the legend of Al who was reputed to one of the best human intelligence agents alive. She often crossed paths with Al, witnessing his ability to pull off near impossible missions defying unbelievable odds to survive and succeed in prolonging the life of a terrorist cause.

Even in his current weakened state his notable good looks and hard ebony body were impressive to say the least. The combination of which she'd always hated him for partially because of her insecurity about her plump figure and small tits for which she was taunted. But what bothered her most was that he'd been consistently outmanoeuvring her in the intelligence rivalry which was a professional humiliation and massive blow to her ego.





But now Delilah had finally gotten one over him permanently. She was going to have the last laugh and she intended to enjoy exacting revenge on him for as long as she could. She'd rushed to his room when the sensors monitoring his body 24/7 had notified her about the peak in brain activity signalling his return to consciousness.

Al awoke bleary eyed. He was in a medical room that much was certain. He felt the restraints on the bed fastening his hands and feet to the shiny metallic sentry like railings to the sides preventing escape. The smell of disinfectant laced air assailed his nostrils like a needle to the brain.

He noticed a pair of tubes carrying fluids running from several parts of his handcuffed body, over his spotted hospital gown and white bed to somewhere up near the shuttered window behind him.

"Welcome back, Al. I must say we had quite the struggle to keep you alive over the past few months."

The voice was familiar. As his vision coalesced into clarity he saw her small bra encased tits behind the blue blouse beneath the white medical overcoat. He heard the sound of her heels on the tiles as she stepped closer bending towards him and then her face swan into his vision. He felt her minty breath on his face.

The combination of these factors triggered the spark of recognition in his brain. The memories came flooding back bring with them the realization of failure.

"NO, not you!" exclaimed Al as forcefully as he could, reeling from realization.

"Oh, yes it's me!" hissed Delilah with a gloating smile on her face. She was delighted by his expression of horrified recognition which meant that his brain had healed enough for total recall.

"It looks like our restoration chamber has gotten all your neurons firing quite well despite your skull being almost shredded in the explosion when we attacked your base of operations."

Waking up bound in a hospital bed at his arch-rivals mercy was near the top of Al's list of fates worse than death and understandably he was now struggling to free himself. Delilah however was savouring the moment and mentally crossing off an item of her bucket list while adding several other ambitious entries all revolving around her vanquished foe and making perfunctory observations regarding his vitals. She finished her examination satisfied that he was stable by the time he wore himself out trying to break free of his restraints.

"So Al, let's talk. I am so glad to finally meet you."

She waited but Al kept silent, breathing heavily. But his brown eyed gaze stayed on her face with a look of mingled apprehension and anger. She relished it.

"Not feeling talkative? Then I'll just let you catch your breath in profound silence; and do the talking."

She turned and began to saunter along his bed dragging her fingers along his hard body. He followed the sound of her clacking heels.

"We finally managed to get to your underground lab facility thanks to the screw up of some of your colleagues which you undoubtedly know of already."

She could almost hear him mentally cursing the fatal security slip leading to his capture. After years of rivalry it was like they could read each other's minds. She stopped and turned to face him at the foot of his bed.

"We extracted everything we need from your brain. Our ops team managed to recover enough of your work to figure out how the weapon works. We've synthesized our own version and have already deployed it. It will go down in history as my personal innovation while you and your sorry bunch will be forgotten."

Rage boiled in his eyes. The usurpation of his life's work on top of being captured alive was too much to keep silent.

"You're not getting away with it" answered Al in a weak scratchy voice.

She grinned at is retort mockingly, and slowly moved up towards the head of the bed running her hand across his hardened muscles from thigh to arm again before bending to whisper in his ear.

"And who's going to make sure of that? Your entire group is dead or imprisoned except for you. You're alive only because we needed what was inside you head. Now that we've gotten the information you've got two options – work for us and deploy the weapon as per our instructions against the futa using the cover we provide or get registered as a captured infamous terrorist and get treated at the special futanari retention facility."

Al kept silent as his thoughts raced. He knew she wasn't telling him everything that was how the intelligence game was played. His operative instincts told him that in his situation survival was paramount. The decision to work for her outfit though it gnawed his insides had to be made. The alternative of imprisonment at the hands of the futanari was unthinkable. He knew what happened to men and women in futa prisons.

"You got ten seconds before I consider your silence as a refusal of our offer and cart your ass off into Fempirial custody Al."

He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed in defeat.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Congratulations you are now an operative of the EFI's sole TG Unit. You will report to me as your handler and any defiance or opposition to our operative regulations will result in your lifetime incarceration."

"What?" Al's eyes widened.

"You heard me." She couldn't help smiling at his outrage at being made her subordinate. Now it was time to cement this memorable victory over him. Her panties swelled with her excitement as she cleared her throat.

"As your handler I'm concerned that you won't be able to mingle in futa society properly. So before briefing you regarding your cover I will test your oral skills, which will be a vital to survive."

She pressed a button on the bedside control panel which caused the bed to automatically recline parallel to the floor, bringing his head to the same level as her crotch. He saw her position her thighs on either side of his head and his eyes tracked her hands slowly lifting the deep navy blue professional skirt up her creamy thighs to finally reveal a pair of overstuffed beige panties. With practiced ease she released her phallus and its nut sac from their fabric containment.

Al swallowed involuntarily at the sight of her fat cock protruding from the sheathing cavity that all hybrid human shemales had; allowing them to retract their alien organs at will. As far as size went hers was definitely bigger than the average male but regular for hybrids at what looked like a little over 8 inches. Some drops of precum dripped onto his face and pillow as Delilah's fat cock lowered towards his mouth.

While it took only seconds for her cock to reach his lips, it seemed like forever to him as his mind struggled with the ramifications of submission to her. If he defied her now it could put an end to his chances of escape. If he complied he could very well be under her control for the rest of his life. Not to mention that the lifelong standard of masculinity he'd prided himself on would be irreversibly compromised. The fateful moment when he decided to open his mouth to suck cock was seared into his brain.

Pre-cum continued oozing from her descending tip with a couple of drops falling onto his face and lips, before he opened his mouth. The third drop fell on his tongue. Al barely noticed that the taste was salty and texture sticky before her large tip grazed his teeth slightly and slid along his tongue.

He focused on relaxing his jaws. He knew that her hybrid skin could not be broken by his teeth so it was pointless to think about biting. Those who tried to bite the futa or their half human counterparts often lived to regret it. Her shaft stopped at the base of his throat before she withdrew and thrust again into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her shaft and tightened his lips around her. He began sucking like a thirsty man from the desert; determined to make her quickly spew her load and end his ordeal.

She noticed his efforts and enjoyed the heat of his lips around her shaft. Her hips began undulating savouring the sensation of his ministrations with lusty moans.

"I knew you were a good little cocksucker that's how you got your promotions."

Al mentally vowed to get even with his new handler someday for this humiliation.

Her hips began a steady pace of thrusting with her cockhead insistently knocking at his throat. After several long minutes, the pace began to speed up and she was hammering his mouth with gusto. Saliva and precum trailed her shaft with each thrust, oozing from the overflow in his oral cavity. Al began to struggle as his lungs began to burn without oxygen. Delilah noticed his thrashing and withdrew her wet cock from his mouth allowing him to catch his breath.

"Now's the final part – you need to deep throat and swallow every drop. Ready?"

Al heard her and saw her blurry form through his teary eyes; stroking her cum-saliva slick cock as he gasped the air into his lungs. Taking a deep final breath pulling all the oxygen he could manage he nodded and opened his mouth. Delilah eased her cock into his mouth and steadily used the force of her hips to push through the resistance of his throat. Surprisingly he didn't gag. After that, she slowly buried inch after inch of her cock in his mouth until she was balls deep.

"Time to swallow" drawled Delilah grinding her hips on his face. He swallowed using his throat muscles to massage her cock. Then she began the thrusting the full length of her cock into his mouth. He was soon struggling for oxygen but she seemed oblivious, lost in the pleasurable sensation of his throat engulfing her shaft.

Right when he was on the verge of blacking out; Delilah pulled out again and He coughed and spluttered saliva and precum to the side. He had barely reopened his mouth before she plunged back in eagerly and began a battery of thrusts. The sound of her crotch impacting his jaw was audible along with the slick sounds made by the friction of her penis passing through his oral cavity into his throat.

The fact that she dominated her rival, turned him into her subordinate and now had him willingly deep throating her cock had spiked Delilah's arousal and her determined thrusts grew more erratic as orgasm neared.

Her hips rammed his jaw one last time and stayed trembling as her balls erupted sending a geyser of gooey liquid spurting down his throat. The volume surprised him as the stream of her jizz continued to pour into him unabated until the last few spurts. Then she pulled out trailing strands of her cum across his tongue and he tasted a soupy flavour as she pulled out and squeezed a few last drops onto his face, breathing heavily.

Al was exhausted by his ordeal and suddenly found his eyelids drooping and the last thing he remembered from that day before unconsciousness took him was wondering why his cock was so hard and what they had done to his body.

Delilah watched him fall asleep. She dialled a number and listened to the familiar dial tone before the stern voice of her superior answered after two rings.

"Well?"

"He agreed."

"We knew he would. Your analysis indicated he was a pragmatist."

"Yes. But I don't know how pragmatic he'll be after the memory transfer and body clone surgery."

"That's a risk we'll take. In the event that it doesn't pan out we take him out. Under no circumstances is he to run loose or attract attention now that we finally have him. Shit even after removing that cutting edge nano tech from inside him we still don't know how far he's experimented or how stable his bionic cells are."

"That's why I'd rather deploy him as he is to increase his survival rate" protested Delilah, "I know he will try to escape but we can track him and find his caches."

He superiors reply was made in a cold flat tone.

"Forget it. I know what he's capable of. I'm not interested in facilitating a wild goose chase or potential disaster. I'd rather his brains be addled by another personality to dull his edge and keep him off balance so we can track him and intervene if necessary – even though that means he'll probably deteriorate and die young. Finding what he managed to hide from us is unimportant compared to winning the fight for the survival of our species. Is that clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good. Now get moving and prep him for the next surgery a.s.a.p. As the handler you will monitor him remotely from here on out till the conclusion of this mission."

"Yes ma'am. Good night."

"Good night, Delilah."