There was an urgency I felt, though I couldn't be sure why. I had to fuck her, before I got too lost in her blowjob. Turning her around and putting her on all fours, she sensed my plan and lowered her upper body to a bedroll, wiggling her ass enticingly. My target was on open display.
She seemed surprisingly delicate when my hands took hold of her hips; even as tall as she was, all of the girls were much smaller than me. I pushed myself firmly inside her bit by bit, savoring her long groan as her body slowly adjusted to my size. It was just low and loud enough that I could feel the sound with my cock as well, adding a nice extra sensation to our fucking.
I was going to be a little rough. She wouldn't mind. I picked up the pace quicker than usual, bending down on one knee and pumping in and out of her quickly. Her taut ass had just a tiny bit of bounce as I fucked her, and I felt her breasts doing the same with my free hand.
"Ahh... more, faster... ahhh..." She'd turned her head, and our eyes met. "Ben... oh yess... fuck my pussy, it's yours... I'm yours... use me!"
She was talking a little odd, but I couldn't ignore how hot it made me. This wasn't a side of Claudia I knew too well. Still, I took the invitation - my pleasure was her pleasure, and she wanted to see me fuck her to my heart's content. I stroked in and out, paying attention to little other than the simmering bliss building inside me.
It erupted slowly, telegraphed by my loud groaning and the lusty expression on her face as she realized her lover was coming inside her. The girls' bodies were just sensitive enough to actually feel the ropes of my semen as they coated her inner place and marked her once again as one of my many women. My beautiful wives.
When it had subsided, I laid down alongside her. She had a wide, beaming smile now - her innocent joy was hard to resist. I kissed her, pulling the double-sized sleeping bag's cover over us. I wrapped both arms around her squirming body as she cuddled up tight, rubbing her thighs over me. The tantalizing hint of her hot and wet sex threatened to make me hard again.
I wasn't quite up for another fuck right then - a long day of trekking across the wilderness can do a number on even a fit hominus' joints. Still, even if I could tell she was fine mentally with just me having fucked her so hard, I knew her body wasn't satisfied. I could feel it in the way she was running her hands, legs, her entire person on me; she was practically in heat after what we'd done.
Instead of fucking her again, I turned her around, pulling her toward me as I sat up. The sleeping bag rested about my shoulders, partly covering us both save for an open front - just enough for me to see what my hands were doing. The only sounds now were her quiet, sigh-like breathing, and the slippery noises of my fingers on - and in - her body.
One hand cupped a breast, kneading it and tweaking the perfect little nipple on it, and the other was at her sex, gently exploring her and reaching her clit. Two fingers fucked her, and she turned her head; our eyes met and we kissed again, this time as I played her like a musical instrument. When our kiss broke, the metaphor became a bit more literal; the sounds she was making were in perfect tune to my ministrations.
She came on my hand, soaking it with feminine love, and kissed me again before she was finished. I could feel the minute muscle pulses inside her as the orgasm washed through her, making her whole body go stiff, then tremble. I could feel the tenseness gradually leaving her as the pleasure diminished, and held her the whole time. We were still spooned when we laid down together and pulled the bag once again over top us - just before I tuned down the heat lamp a bit for bed-time.
Under normal circumstances, I'd find the sun would awaken me. Decades of my lifestyle had made me accustomed to living by the wild instincts 15226 had enhanced in me; I didn't want to be one of those people who always got up at six in the morning and followed a mindless routine. It simply wasn't natural for me.
Unfortunately, this far north of the equator - even near the summer equinox - Greenland was not forgiving to either those who lived by rote, or those who lived off the cuff. The damn sun decided it ought to stay up all night. Maybe it did that just to piss me off?
I awoke, got close enough to consciousness to realize that the ball of hydrogen and helium was taunting me, and dozed off again - almost half a dozen times, before Claudia awoke me fully. She did it with a deep kiss, crawling up my body underneath the thick satin covers and making sure I felt every micron of her sexy, smooth, and well-built body against mine. Did she intend for me to go another whole day of trekking without a hard fuck, or would she give herself to me again now, in the morning, before we set out?
Sure enough, Claudia's treatment had cleared my mind. The hunger to learn more, to be more was there still... but sated with a different kind of meal, the pleasures of Claudia's body. He'd be good for half a day, maybe. For good measure, though, I soon found a warm mouth wrapped around my cock; Claudia's good-morning blowjob, a slowly moving mass underneath the sleeping bag. She rested between my legs, only a few fidgets betraying the fingers she had working her dark little clit as she sucked me.
There was no denial, no retreats before reaching the peak. She simply compelled me to orgasm beyond her welcoming lips. When it came, it was incredible as always; a rush of pleasure and excitement, flooding her mouth with my potent semen and sensing her throat working hard to swallow every gulp of it. Bethany sometimes joked about my come being a decent three to five percent of the girls' diet, and that if I stepped things up then they could all go vegan and still get their full daily value of protein.
We wouldn't be hominus if Ben Stanton wasn't the designated cook. It's probably the only consistent role I've owned across all three of the grand chapters of my life; then, too, I soon was sitting cross-legged - still nude, as was Claudia - in front of the small heat-plate that we'd brought, preparing us my special clam chowder. No, not that kind of clam chowder; I'm referring to the genuine article. She'd already had a serving of that today, and there would be more later.
Our meal went by quietly; I couldn't help but let my eyes fix on Claudia's dark nipples as she scooped up spoonful after spoonful of the semen-colored stuff. A bit dripped down off her spoon, landing on her breast, and my mind instantly flashed to a scene not even an hour ago when my load had been a bit too much for her to handle - that's what happens after a hard day of trekking - and leaked from her lips down onto the dark skin of her breast, standing out clearly.
Just as the bit of extra come I'd gifted her earlier, she dabbed it up with a finger and sucked it into her mouth - giving me a wicked smile all the way. I grinned, but only let my erection get to half mast. We had work to do. Another few minutes later, and we were dressed, bundled up in our gear and getting out. The cold bit into what little exposed skin of my face showed, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. Refreshing, even. I stowed the tent as Claudia did a few final checks on her equipment, then we resumed our day.
The sun couldn't have cared less; it still meandered about the horizon, unable to decide it was coming or going. He really made for a total jackass; I was once again glad that 15226 hadn't placed the Vault near one of the poles. I'd have gone nuts in the first decade of the anoxic years. We continued north, keeping up a hard pace; Claudia didn't seem interested in taking more scans for the time being. Ten miles, twenty - then before I knew it, we'd made a solid thirty and change. My legs were apparently still attached, according to what my eyes told me, though I couldn't quite tell otherwise.
Claudia set out her gear at an otherwise unassuming location; it was at the foot of a small, stony hill. The only upside was that the hill broke the worst of the wind, giving me a few minutes' respite as she laid its steel feet out in a careful tripod pattern and touched the top with an ungloved hand, giving it some kind of instructions. An almost imperceptible hum began to sound as the machine went to work.
I had sat down atop my pack, laid out flat upon a nearby lichen-encrusted stone. There was what might have been a small brook once, a stony ravine with a few dribbles of ice forever stuck at its center - and a few hints of greenish lichen and even a few hardy plants peeking through, grabbing whatever excuse for sunlight they could find. Up the few hundred feet of the hill, I could see mostly the same, save for the peak which was all ice. The sky was clear, only filaments of cirrus visible, though the sun's eternal dusk-dawn had colored everything orange.
Claudia's palm rested atop the thing for a time, and she seemed especially focused - her brow was furrowed. Perhaps she'd found something... or not. Wouldn't have been the first false alarm this trip. I brushed clear a nearby stone and sat down on it, looking at the far sea and thinking for a time.
There was plenty of thinking to be done, especially lately. Naglfar might have been focused on playing its role of some kind of cyber-mercenary force in the three major theaters of war in the world, but we had no illusions as to its real intent. It cared nothing for humans, or us for the matter; it only asked for resources in exchange for enemy bodies instead of money, which our best guesses said it simply found to be a more practical way of acquiring things like ceramic-polymer plates, rare earths, delicate electronics, and other complex manufactured goods than simply taking them at gunpoint... or worse.
We would have to carefully hide our knowledge of even these newest geological findings from the cyborg monstrosity. Fortunately, we had no indication that it had made any progress on breaking our encryption. I couldn't even pretend to understand the way our particular flavor of it worked; apparently three small particle accelerators around the globe were involved somehow.
"Set up the tent." Claudia's voice broke me out of my trance, though I could see she hadn't let go of the ultrasound machine at the moment. I shrugged and set to work, preparing the black and blue thing once again, in a series of motions now almost a ritual. A few minutes later, it was fully set up and the lantern was warming up the interior.
"What's under there today?" I asked aloud, if she'd even answer.
A time went by, then she finally let her hand off the machine. It began to fold itself up again, and she stood, still facing away. Finally, she turned to me. "Ben, how deeply have you tried to link with any of the other girls?"
"Huh?" I blinked. "Uhh, tried or succeeded?"
"Tried."
"As deeply as possible. As not-deeply as possible." I shrugged. "None of it works."
She tilted her head. "Have you tried it upside-down?"
I paused for a moment, wracking my brain as for what she could possibly mean. Rain had invented a whole lexicon of terms that largely escaped me.
"Uh, I think so." Was that when we tried it literally upside-down? Or was it when we tried to connect through... other parts of ourselves, than the hands or the head? Maybe it was like some kind of sixty-nine or something...
"So you haven't tried it then..." Claudia sounded strangely excited.
I raised an eyebrow. "C, what did the ultrasound find?"
"About fourteen kilotons of helium-three. Some signs of a lot more further toward the center." She shrugged with one shoulder. "Only the motherlode. Power for centuries. Millenia. I kind of expected it to be around here... but it's still good to know... though it got me thinking. I just found what I'm here looking for; what about you?"
I could only stare at her for a few moments - what she was saying was incredibly important, yet I couldn't get my mind off what she was implying after that. She'd just located enough fusion fuel to last the hominus race well past my own lifetime, even at the upper edge of Bethany's latest estimates. Even in the worst-case scenario - an uninhabitable Earth for over six hundred years - my children would still have a head start as soon as they emerged from the Vault.
"What's that?" I shrugged, wondering what it was that she thought I was here for. I hadn't shared it - specifically, anyway.
"What the rest of us are thinking about." She gave a sly grin. "All your sons are getting into girls' heads, and even vice versa. You're thinking - you're missing out. Falling behind, or something." She was up close now, finding her way onto my lap. "You think you already know because 1256 zap-"
"15226..." I sighed.
"-15226 zapped you into thinking you do... but you only know what she thought. What an alien thought. You want to know what your living, hominus girls think. What really makes them tick, no filters or judgments. How me, Bethany, Nina, Nadine, even your sister - how our heads work. You don't just want to love us. You want to accept us completely, to touch our souls... or whatever you want to call it."
I was silent. She was dead on, of course. The whole predicate of the way the hominus race was supposed to work - I understood now - was that we could overcome the barriers of mutual understanding that normal humans were simply not equipped to do.
Evolution had had no reason to gift them with 15226's incredibly complex set of alterations - because evolution was there only to help the species survive in the wild, savage environment they'd once been native to. It worked over the scale of millions of years - and once humans lived in a technological civilization, the selective force of evolution couldn't hope to work fast enough to produce beings capable of building a truly lasting society.
"It's time for something special, Ben." She smiled, then kissed me. Wrapping her arms around me and pressing the side of her face to mine, she whispered. "I'm going to break open your shell tonight. The others can't see what you need, but I can... or maybe they did, and they're just not willing to go as far as I am. I love you, Ben. Body and soul. I'd do anything to see you happy." She gave me a beatific smile, then another kiss. "Get in the tent."
I didn't need to be told twice. Whether or not this worked, I was more than willing to fuck Claudia any time, and somehow I just knew that whatever she had planned involved my cock being pushed inside her and - in time, erupting... possibly several times. Something had gotten into her and she wanted to fuck and suck for the next few hours at least... I already knew. She probably planned to do something else the whole time too, but a black inner doubt wiped away my wonders of what she wanted, what would happen if she succeeded.
Minutes later, she and I were once again inside, the door sealed and the air warming up - and whole swathes of the heavy, insulating clothing that was protecting Claudia's naked body from the cold being stripped away. I suppose mine was being shucked too, but my mind was elsewhere; I could only focus on suckling her dark nipples. One, then the second, then first, then the second, then the first, then the second...
She was holding my face with both hands, looking into my eyes suddenly. "How submissive were Rain, Bethany, Nina, and the others... you know, when you were fucking them as part of the training process?"
I blinked, then answered between long breaths as I continued to give my love to her nipples. "Uhh... wait, submissive? They didn't seem... I mean, if anything... I was trying to submit. To learn, uh, whatever. Didn't work." I gave a shrug. "We tried other ways for a while, but there was so much else to do-"
"Of course it didn't work." She sighed, giving her breasts the most lovely bounce as her nipples tried - and failed - to escape my lips and tongue. "They weren't thinking the right way. I'm guessing the real way to get through to you is exactly the way you're used to." She smiled down at me, and I looked up at her - her expression was odd. I raised an eyebrow, despite the hardness of my cock and the scant inches it was away from her center.
"So you know the secret, huh?" Nina and Rain both had decided they knew the secret of unlocking my potential - several times, actually, in the past decade. None of it did anything. A part of me was so tired of the whole endeavor that it just wanted to move on, to just accept that I was an intermediate step between human and hominus. I'd always have an honored place, I knew. I should just accept that I was meant to bring about the hominus - that I wasn't truly hominus myself.
"The secret... is a girl with no defenses at all. A girl submitting herself to you totally, the way you're used to from using your old power." She looked down into my eyes, an odd expression boring into my soul - yet somehow, not being hostile at all. Instead, I felt a... oneness, with Claudia. Something about her was evaporating, being subsumed - but by what?
The head of my cock was just touching her then, and I sensed the reality of it just as I entered her body. Claudia was giving up something fundamental - something even Rain and Emily, my own flesh and blood, hadn't quite managed. She was forcibly removing the final barrier between the electrophoridae and her true, inner person.
She was giving herself to me, utterly and completely. It meant far more than just allowing me to take charge in bed - or even in life as a whole. I could feel something happening - naturally, easily... yet much more complex than anything I'd ever experienced. My will was extending into hers, over and through it as she retreated and left her entire being unprotected. Before I knew it, I was totally immersed in her - becoming a single person in two bodies.
Every inch of her skin on mine, every tiny sensation as some automated routine took over while I suckled at her dark nipple - all of it was as much me as it was her. It was an incredible experience, being two people at once... and knowing that the whole of her was mine to command. Before I could even think it, she had spread her legs wide and offered her inner self - that dark-yet-pink pussy on open display, and my cock sinking inside moments later. She - we, really - gasped, as I entered.
I wasn't simply in control of her body. Claudia was surrendering far more to me than that. Perhaps it was the only way to show me, the only bridge by which my nervous system - so used to power and control, not used to give-and-take or sharing and joining - could truly understand the link that two hominus could share.
If I wanted to just then, I could have completely rewritten who Claudia was. I could have made her a brainless cheerleader, or an automaton focused only on scientific research... I could have remade her completely, from the ground up. It was as easy as changing myself - or much easier, actually. Changing oneself could be surprisingly difficult. Changing another person, when you had access to their most core thoughts as right now - terrifyingly easy.
Despite my inner fears, I delved further. Human, hominus - we all have secrets; Claudia was no exception. She even kept a little mental list of her worse sins from her life before me, which she went over in her darker moments; she wasn't entirely convinced we were really any different from the previous species aside from our enhanced bodies.
There was more, which I was helpless to ignore as I let her whole being fuse with mine for a time. The nasty little things about herself that she didn't want to accept - she'd seen a shootout once, in the streets of Manila in her youth, and before she knew it, two men were bleeding to death on the street not ten feet away from her.
She'd been consumed by fear and panic, and fled - only to later find that those men had bled out and died. She could have saved at least one of them, she thought, if she had stayed and ignored the possibility of being shot herself. She could have stayed, but she didn't. The desperation and fear she saw in their eyes as she tore herself away and ran would haunt her every day and night, for the rest of her life.
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