I moved past it; everyone had one of those moments. I had more than one, and less excuse than she did. I saw that she worried constantly about her youngest daughter, Rose, who panicked far too easily and let her anxiety carry her off to crazy-land all the time. I sensed her deep inner love and trust for Emily, whom she loved for all the same reasons she loved me - and possibly then some. It somehow scared and shamed her that she loved my sister just a hair more than me. I wanted to shrug; what was the difference? Why compare?
There'd always been an inner hunger for sex in her, even when she was young, and she'd even been curious about other girls from time to time - so the transformation didn't seem to affect her mentally at all. It only removed some of her reluctance to... experiment. It was why there'd been no hesitation when she'd accidentally walked in on Nadine and Nina in bed, my blonde eating out my redhead - she'd joined in moments later, stripping naked and straddling Nadine.
In my mind's eye, Claudia was floating in the air before me, at rest - a deep, careless sleep, utterly vulnerable. She was tiny, and I was gigantic; her fragile little person fit in the palm of my hand. I drew her close to me, holding her, placing into her mind my assurance of love and devotion to her, and my own observations of her character - to let her see herself as I did, instead of from the inside.
In particular, there was something I valued about Claudia - and no matter what it said about me personally, I gave it to her, in full. I couldn't count the number of times Emily had finally decided to drop some grudge or another - against me, anyone or anything else - after a night with Claudia. Something about Claudia made her a great counselor, and she discounted her own wisdom as meaningless - or some side effect of her exotic, blue-eyed, dark, straight-haired looks. I couldn't have disagreed more.
Claudia seemed to be under the impression that the others just generally considered her to be a limber, sexy, exotic, but ultimately not-quite-smart chick who happened to have a natural knack for meteorology. I could clearly see, from where I was then, how false that was - of course - but it was what floated around in the back of her mind, waiting to present itself again and again at the right moment.
I could have simply taken that away from her - just removed her insecurities wholesale. I hesitated; was that right? Would simply taking something like that out of a mind really leave her whole and happy? Somehow, I doubted it. She'd be... less, missing something from then on. It was natural for a human, or hominus, to question themselves. Sometimes that took odd forms, but I was certain - without any evidence or experience - that taking things like that out of people would ultimately cripple them, or worse.
I left her as-is, without any changes - only the addition of some of my own choice memories of her. I recalled her swaying Emily when she got into her moods time and again, and deposited those sights into her mind - and other times, when she was able to make the impossible happen, like with the peace accords in Sweden a decade ago. When I'd left enough little presents for now, I retreated slightly - still leaving us connected, but letting my mind drift back into the here and now.
It went without saying, of course, that during this whole exchange, my body hadn't forgotten that I was deep inside her, thrusting away on an animal reflex. I understood, then, that I had been going about it all wrong with my previous attempts to link with the other girls - I was talking in the wrong language, so to speak.
For decades, my body had gotten well-used to using its electrophoridae in a way totally different from the others. Its language was one of power, dominance - and most of all, sex. When she'd asked about trying it 'upside-down', she'd been talking more literally yet more figuratively than I realized; she meant using the nerves in our respective gonads, rather than those in the hands as the others usually did.
Nina and Rain hadn't been able to manage what Claudia did, simply because they weren't ready to submit as Claudia had. I don't think either ever would; it was anathema to Nina's personality, she would never totally submit to anyone... and Rain, well, her inner strength was such that it simply wouldn't occur to her. She'd give me a blank stare if I even suggested it, then brushed off the idea as impossible. Even Emily, with her secret little submissive mood she got into with me, couldn't let go of herself this way. It took Claudia to open up my mind.
The tent was jostling all about now, our bodies - no longer constrained by our higher-thinking minds - flailing about. Had there been anyone inside a hundred yards, they likely would have called the police for all the noise we were making; fortunately, we were in the midst of a barren wasteland of ice and cooped up in a warm little tent, fucking away.
Dropping back into reality was... jarring. My first, most immediate and powerful, sensation was that of my cock inside her, pumping for all it was worth. Her hot sex wrapped around my cock, a selection of pink and dark flesh subsuming my manhood time and again; I felt every bit of her as I thrust within and pulled out, over and over again in a well-rehearsed rhythm.
Her breast was underneath my hand, and then her nipple was between my lips. Not all of the girls had very sensitive nipples, and only some of them - usually those with the smaller variety of boobs - were able to reach the peak of pleasure solely from play with their breasts. Claudia wasn't among them, but some of her daughters were. None had quite managed to grow as round, impressive, and firm as their mother's deep brown orbs.
The wailing I realized I was hearing was Claudia's orgasm, just as I released the grip I had on her psyche. All the while, being so close had set off some kind of powerful reaction in her - coming was almost just a side effect. Her back arched, and I could feel her toenails curl into my skin where her legs were crossed behind my ass.
I erupted. The volcanic blast of pleasure fired out of my cock, again and again, eliciting a long rumble of pleasure from me. Claudia only moaned, softly, her tresses shifting about as she laid on her back and the wobbling lantern reflected off her sweat-sheened skin.
A scant minute later, the two of us lay side by side, and I held her close to me. There was nothing to say; everything we could have talked about, that I saw inside her, was already settled. I loved her far more than she loved herself. She was still in my arms when I felt her drift off to sleep, and I soon did the same.
The morning found us silently breaking camp. There was far too much on either of our minds to bother with a conversation. We trekked further north, the sun meandering about the horizon the whole time.
On the third occasion that Claudia set down her ultrasound thumper, she looked over at me and nodded toward it. I wasn't ready, of course, but who was? She gestured, once, then again, as I looked doubtfully at the machine. What if I broke it? Would the memory inside it be enough to find the helium-three cache again, or would it be lost?
I had to trust that Claudia was storing the knowledge in herself too. Pulling off one glove, I knelt before the tripod, and placed my bare hand atop the domed metal housing on its cylindrical main body. I reached out, figuratively speaking, trying to find something the same way I found Claudia last night. It hadn't worked like I thought it would, but there was something... maybe I should slap my cock on it instead?
I chuckled, then abruptly a presence became known to me. It wasn't how I envisioned, from how the others had explained it to me. The machine was simple, with no intelligence or purpose of its own. Some of the machines Wren and Sasha programmed, the others said they could sense some kind of drive within them, but this was like having a third arm suddenly announce itself - it had no agenda, it was simply an extension of my will.
It was designed to be as easy to use as possible. First it sent out its pulse, then another, in a carefully designed sequence - and the number-crunching little processors inside it began to gobble up the raw data and convert it into something. The vision took shape in my head, at first just a jumble of information - but then taking on a pattern, a vague inverted-dome shape as the machine surveyed the contents of the deep earth in the surrounding few miles.
Just as she'd promised, I could see, out on the edge, the telltale signs of something promising. The strong signs of the helium-three deposits, mixed in with heavy water ice and a few choice minerals in what would have been - if the Earth warmed up too much - a massive lake. They would have to be mined before the Earth became warm enough to melt Greenland, turning it into the set of three islands it had once been in ancient times, at lower latitudes.
We had but a scant five or six hundred years to do it, before the valuable compounds mixed with the ocean. It would be important that we protect the site, I thought. We'd need a good power source when we left the Vault, probably; something that could jump-start us. I didn't especially look forward to leaving the Vault only to find ourselves living in huts and lean-tos for a few decades. Had to keep Greenland off the radar... not that that would be especially difficult in the present.
I took my hand off the machine, and the it began to fold itself up. Controlling it hadn't been nearly as difficult as I had thought. Somehow, from how long it had taken the girls, I assumed that it was a subtle, difficult thing to grasp - but perhaps, all along, my body and nerves had been practicing interfacing... in a different way. It just needed a special kind of impetus to cross the gap, and apply my well-honed mental reflexes to another task.
"You're a natural." Claudia was kneeling beside me now, and I felt her lithe form leaning against mine.
"It isn't like I thought it would be." I replaced the glove over my hand - welcoming the return of something like warmth.
"What did you think it would be? A big light show or something?"
I shook my head. "I don't know... just... not that." Shrugging, I rose, leaving her sitting cross-legged on the packed snow. "We should probably signal for pickup. Don't you think we've learned about as much as we can?"
She smiled at me, then held out a hand - a bright look of expectation on her face. "I already did when we broke camp. It's at a clearing along the coastline, about a half-hour north of us."
I nodded, and helped her pack everything up. Ten minutes later, we were treading north, and we crested a small hill - allowing me to see our vehicle, a hyperfan modified for long-range flight in extremely cold weather. Its stubby wings housed a pair of circular hollows, and squinting, I could see the traces of the blue-ish heat that emanated downward out of them. It was idling, of course, to keep from freezing up.
The walk went quickly, more so than I would have thought. I somehow expected my giddiness at gaining this new mastery over the electrophoridae to make it pass by with agonizing slowness - but then we were at the rear of the gunmetal-colored beast. Claudia looked up at me, gesturing toward it.
Oh, right. We didn't bother with external buttons or handles, just induction pads for interfacing with the chips inside. I pressed my hand to it, and reached out mentally - and found something inside which was simultaneously much more complex, but noticeably dumber, than the ultrasound array. A tree-like myriad of various system and subsystems arranged themselves around my thoughts, from the avionics and thrust all the way to the simple air conditioning controls.
Finding the hatch access was easy enough. I let down my hand, and looked at Claudia, frowning as the ramp descended. "How long was I out?"
"Huh? Out?" She blinked. "You were only touching it for a half-second."
"Okay, good..." I trailed off, leading her inside, and touching another panel within to close the hatch. She offered me the honors again for starting it up, and I pressed my hand on the forward console at the pilot's seat - and mentally located the autopilot controls. Commanding it to cycle up and get us underway to the
It was a very complex system, though I understood then that it simply didn't have the raw processor capacity of Claudia's ultrasound array - that was why I somehow perceived it as 'dumber'. The array was meant to crunch massive amounts of ultrasound data and produce usable information, but could do little else... the autopilot, on the other hand, was meant only to work in real time with a far lower volume of data.
"There's no way in hell we can't use this for porn." I grinned, turning back to Claudia as I took off my jacket. The floor attempted to rise underneath me as we took off, but maintaining balance was trivial.
"Use what? Interfacing with technology?" She had already stripped off her jacket, and was now stripping off her insulated pants, then her boots. I sat down opposite her, watching as she gradually took off more and more of her shapeless snow gear to reveal the svelte body underneath.
"Yep. There was a saying in my time..."
"Pfft, your time." She rolled her eyes. She wasn't that much younger than me, though she'd only been to the US well after becoming one of us.
"... all technology, they said, is invented for one of two reasons: war, or porn. Everything else is just re-purposing shit they invented for those."
"But we're not a warlike people." Claudia suddenly gave a wry smile. "So I guess in this paradigm, we're more limited than humans. We're going to have to invent some damn good porn to keep up."
"I guess so." I took my undershirt off, tossing it away, then knelt down in front of her. "I'm going to need more practice."
"Ben - ahahaha - Ben!" She playfully slapped me on top of the head as I tugged off her panties, then let my cool lips find her pussy. She gasped suddenly, but within moments I'd warmed up enough to be comfortable for her... and my tongue certainly was warm enough. Her fingers ran over my head, interlacing with my dreadlocks - I felt her nails digging into my scalp as I tasted her once again.
Warm feminine labia and clits were always welcome in my mouth, of course. The aircraft rose to cruising altitude and leveled off as I continued to slowly tease at her, allowing my tongue to dance inside her walls. My lips or fingers never quite departed from her clit, though at times my touch was feather-light. Claudia took a little longer to reach her peak than many of the others, but it could actually make things a bit fun - it made her easier to tease.
She was gasping and occasionally panting, letting me work her center. My tongue ran across her bare mons, as hairless as any hominus girl's, then returned to enter her once again - her familiar taste flooding my mouth. Over the years, I'd found the minute differences in each girl's taste even varied with their diet; they were like fine wine or liquor that way, the little details of how the grapes were raised and fermented could make a world of difference in a woman's flavor. Claudia and I had both subsisted on trail rations for weeks now, and she tasted... tight, with a hint of walnuts.
The flight would take maybe an hour at the fan's supersonic cruise speed; we were unhurried. After twenty minutes of letting her ascend nearly to the peak, then letting her slide back down, I finally forced her over the limit when she was trying to hold back - triggering a flood of girl-come on my tongue as she almost-but-not-quite-squirted the way she did sometimes.
We rested for a minute, with her snuggling alongside me on her bench, then a few minutes later we were both naked with her resting on my lap in the pilot's seat. She was running her pussy against my length, teasing me in turn - but she never lasted very long at doing it. Soon, she was rising up and positioning me.
I stayed in place, upright in the pilot's seat with both hands on the armrests, her legs splayed out underneath them and her ass occasionally bumping the control stick. I'd disabled the manual controls with only a touch, of course, so we didn't plummet to our doom as we prepared to fuck.
Her hot pussy accepted my cockhead, and inch by inch she let her weight down onto my body - her tight womanhood reluctantly parting to allow my huge intruder within. She gritted her teeth as she often did when taking me in certain positions; she wasn't naturally quite as stretchy as some of the other girls, so I had to always be patient with her and let her body adjust to my size, even after all these years.
She bent down and we kissed, her long tresses falling around my face and her nipples brushing against my chest as we were joined. I felt the base of her wetness resting on my balls, and knew I'd bottomed out - I was now buried totally within her dark center. She rose slowly, more for herself than me; her pace always began for her own pleasure, but ended totally focused on mine.
I let it play out, but couldn't resist bringing my hands out to grip her firm ass. I bent forward to take one breast or the other into my mouth sometimes, adding a little nipple-play to the gradual motion of our fucking - then, as I let myself relax further, I found something... happening, naturally, but also completely new.
Yes... Yes... Feels so good...
Another voice was sounding in the distance, but wasn't being heard through my ears. Our physical closeness and intimacy was triggering something, some kind of sharing of emotions and sensations. I was dimly aware of the raw pleasure that she felt from my big cock spearing her, the pain having long since passed, and the sensation of my lips on a nipple.
I was in two places at once all over again, but it was different now. I wasn't both of us, I was simply aware of her sensations, more dimly than my own. I wasn't about to lose sight of which one of us I was. I gripped her ass tightly, taking the pace away from her, and felt the sudden jarring in her mind that came along with it - then the giddiness she felt at knowing that her man was going to well and truly fuck her now.
I rose up, and she attempted to wrap her legs around me as I suspended her in midair - then plopped her down on the seat, resting awkwardly on all fours. I was crouched awkwardly myself, having to duck underneath the canopy, but I was positioned just right to enter her again - which I promptly did, making her gasp again. She clasped her hands behind the pilot's chair, pressing her tits against its surface as I began a hard pumping.
The raw fucking soon began to fulfill its task, for both of us - the eruption was impending, and I knew she, too, was feeling the rapid motion of my cock on her spot... or so we'd come to call the little place within her pussy that could bring just as much pleasure as her clit. The underside of my cock was massaging it, hard, and through our joined minds I could sense that one's pleasure always boosted the other's. The orgasm process may have been different for men and women, but there was still some crossover.
Before, it had been hazy, all intellectual as I had been inside her mind - the raw power and control I had over her psyche had made our fucking seem almost irrelevant. Now, though, was different; I could sense her feminine pleasure rising, in slow waves. For the first time ever, I experienced her female orgasm in real time, not a memory gifted by 15226. It rose, over and over again, and finally crested - making her wail aloud and then bite the pilot's headrest for a moment.
The peak pushed me over as well, the pleasure in her womanhood somehow transmitting something into my cock. I erupted suddenly, with little warning - my cock firing ropes of virile semen into her body, again and again.
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