Evolution's Essence (8 page)

Unlike human men who go flaccid after the
initial explosion, Oliver’s didn’t and she expected it. She stood
and fit his enormity inside to consume him slowly and savoring the
slide down to the hilt, grateful for the slickness as the girth
stretched her to the very limits.

She squeezed her own breasts as she adjusted
and had a mini-orgasm just fitting it inside.

Then she found herself under an massive male
who slowly stroked the long shaft within her. It was torturous
because he had her on the edge of another orgasm, but held her
there till she begged “Faster, Olly. Make me come… Olly!” she
screamed as his hips went father and pushed her over the ledge and
into bliss.

Fingernails scratched his back and he drilled
right to the womb’s entrance, keeping her there in the state for as
long as possible till his own release happened and filled the
container of his physical love’s expression.

Still buried to the hilt she flipped him when
she recovered her senses and rode him fast and hard, slapping her
ass on his thighs so fast it was a single sound due to the feverish
speed and need to copulate with the other.

Sleep occurred for just three hours, eight
being spent making passionate love.

In the morning the real universe called and
work had to be done. Lots of work.

Chapter 3

Great interest pulled
awareness from the delicate and intricate task at hand. Very
carefully Oliver ceased working alone at the table covered with
pieces as if a puzzle was clearly unfinished and slid his mind
deeper through the link of the distant Pride all looking up as the
bright sun suddenly was blotted out by something massive. Casting a
shadow across the land. Nova let the master see and Oliver realized
four days had passed because he knew what had just taken up orbit
around Zerika. The Gaia.
“Come back to
me.”
His thoughts were clear and Nova
roared. All felines charged back underground, ending the constant
training for the cubs.

Posted guards still were shocked by the speed
of the great cats and gave plenty of room. Workers gave
exceptionally more room and were unsettled by military
precision.

“
What’s going on?”
Renee’s mind expanded to telepathic thought over
constant emotional sharing between herself and her
lover.

“
Seems the honored guests
have arrived.”

“
Damn.” Renee cursed audibly
upon the saddle of Sparky who flew slowly around the underground
city. His head snaking to a stop when noticing the black and white
striped Ligers entering from the eastern tunnel. “Still haven’t
decided on what I’ll wear.” Still being a girl she couldn’t make up
her mind on that subject.

“
Decide quickly.”
Sparky told her and hissed in pleasure over her
distress.

“
Not helping, Dumbass.” She
swatted his warm, scaly emerald neck. “Better set me down and get
ready.”

Blurring wings evened out and glided them
over the city of stone towards the buildings they had occupied for
the past few days. Below, scientists and archeologists looked up
from the streets as the reptilian shadow crossed between them and
the thousands of flying light orbs illuminating the sprawling city.
The gentle glide ended with the barest of jarring as four clawed
limbs made contact with the ground.

Checking Isabella remained secured in the
wrap, Renee threw a leg over and dismounted to hurry inside to find
Oliver sitting in the main room at a large table still covered in
tiny pieces a mix of metal, wires and crystal shards the size of
shaving slivers. She immediately turned her bracelet into a
hairbrush and began unknotting the wild crimson mane whipped around
from flying. She found a mirror by the front door and washed it
days ago. She got the curls to be somewhat manageable and began
changing clothes every couple seconds. Isabella floated suspended
midair by her mother.

Anxiety had Oliver sigh, get
up and lay a hand on her shoulder. “Relax, Red. You’re going to
make
me
nervous if
you don’t calm down.”

“
You’re not a woman so you
wouldn’t understand. First impressions are everything to us and you
never grew up being raised by the Empire. We’re going to meet the
most influential person in all of humanity. I don’t want to dress
of Wind and be seen as a slut nor so conservative that I’m an
uptight prude. If you don’t have any advice then leave me the fuck
alone.”

She noted his reflection’s reaction turn
speculative before seeing what he imagined. “Why not the sexy white
dress you wore for our first date?”

“
The one from The
Pits?”

“
Yes. You were radiant and
so beautiful I still dream of our first night together and seeing
you in that dress. White favors your coloring and complexion. So
does green.”

“
I really miss that dress.
It was classy and gorgeous rolled up in one package. For you, Olly,
I’ll do it, but alter it some. Less plunging cleavage, but backless
and white stiletto high heels.” Nakedness showed for a moment as
the malleable material change colors, softened and thickened so if
her nipples puckered they wouldn’t be seen. She played with her
hair as the great head of Nova came in through the door to bring
the rest inside. The cubs went upstairs with two of the nine
females to be watched over. Nova had to rumble so his daughter,
leader of the new Pride, would follow orders. She was obstinate and
was quite normal. The young leader huffed and Renee hid a giggle,
expecting Oliver to do the exact same when their daughter one day
started challenging his authority. Oliver saw it too and shook his
head and went back to sitting and working at the table.

Jessica arrived not long after wearing a
borrowed ruby dress that caressed her hourglass figure. A scientist
offered it after she fixed a communication issue for long range
transmissions. Auburn hair hung loosely and Renee was jealous of
the naturally straight hair of the aunt when hers curls. Matching
heels and painted fingernails that were nanite infused to retain
the color for months completed the outfit. She said “Did you hear?
The Emperor and Empress have arrived and are being shuttled and
escorted to the planet as we speak.”

“
Not the last part. Olly
told me the Gaia arrived and that it cast a huge shadow even from
orbit.”

“
It is the largest
spacecraft humanity has ever created, being twenty five hundred
kilometers from bow to stern.”

“
Near as large as one of our
Motherships.”
Netul voiced with the power
of the mind as he came up from behind before the door managed to
shut in his face.
“The pattern resembles
the Dorgenox, but not.”

“
It’s a living ship too.
Made of dense wood with giant solar sails that encircle three parts
of the ship all the way around. Papa’s is more accurate considering
the original shape and look of Earth’s sailboats. The imperial ship
doesn’t even have riggings or anchors. It’s so big it can’t even
land. I doubt they’d even try on Mereddia. It’s just too massive.”
Renee said, using the Valek to turn her fingernails a shade of
peach. The fingernails themselves, not paint over them. “Auntie,
opinion.”

“
Lovely!” Stephanie held her
niece’s hand and grumbled. “I hate you being able to do things like
this.” It made Renee beam.

Sparky and Rose arrived a few minutes later,
their scales bright and clean. Clearly washing and drying
quickly.

Thank goodness that the dwellings were
exceptionally spacious. Plenty of room for the Ligers positioning
themselves strategically for any threats. To calm Oliver, Renee
also decided to put Isabella in her crib upstairs with the cubs,
put a bottle in her lips and let her rest.

Eventually there came a distant beat of heavy
boots on the stone roads. After millennia’s of being submerged, the
streets were dry and cleaned… well most of them were. Heightened
hearing picked up more than human. The dragging of a tail came from
Drake and metal spoke of robotic hydraulics. The new group took
time to gawk at the city, Oliver knew because his microscopic
drones recorded everywhere.

There were sixty eight total into the city.
Forty one being human. Four Drakes richly colored. Twenty three
remaining were rifle wielding humanoid robots encircling the rest.
Inside that first ring was another comprised by black suited men
and women of power who’s eyes glowed and their short hair stayed
down. It was clear they were the Emperor’s personal guard and were
all known to be Class Twelve users. Twenty three special guards.
Inside them were seven Elder Hunters lazily taking a stroll. Chief
among them was Vanishing Claw and his mate Talon beside a couple in
the very center. The long necks of the four Drakes arched high so
they had the best vantage. As soon as they left the stairs to the
city four of the guards mounted into saddles and took flight.
Granting a little more space. The remaining was a woman speaking to
a floating orb, several people in lab coats, a medic in a skintight
white flight suit who had an injector pistol strapped to a thigh
and synthesizer located at the lower back.

The Emperor was a sharply featured black man
in fine clothes, wore the imperial insignia. A pendant displaying
the Earth over crossed swords. Flowing from the right shoulder was
a half-cape made of spun gold. His body type was barely above
average. Sheathed on his left hip was a glinting Star-saber, an
olive green katana type. A single edged, curved blade. He rested a
hand over it and judging by the way he moved, Oliver knew the man
knew how to use it with experience.

Beside him, Empress Coleson, wore a regal
lavender dress, but was of oriental stock and was currently the
fifth oldest living human. Five decades older than her husband. She
was lovely, but didn’t overly express wealth. She had a poise that
made her youthful features make up for the lack of being
ostentatious. An arm wove through her man’s and large brown eyes
took in the sights.

Davan Took quietly stood among them because
Elder Scythe was part the council, but one of the Emperor’s guards
kept him close and clearly didn’t hide the fact he held a kinetic
blast sphere between large fingers at the ready if Davan so much as
sneezed. It was too clear they knew who he was.

Vanishing Claw still looked as completely
unassuming as ever. He wasn’t tall or had any distinguishing
features. Brown hair, blue eyes and average looks. His armor was
completely black and carried a shortsword at a hip.

Talon on the other hand was tall, strong,
beautiful, had high cheek bones, clear blue eyes and was blonde
tied in a long braided rope. She wore twin swords peeking over
either shoulder and her armor was also blackened from countless
battles.

The displayed visual had Jessica gasp. Oliver
asked “What is it?”

Jessica pointed at the holographic screen he
made through the oval crystal tablet no larger than his palm.
“That’s… that’s…”

“
What are you stuttering
over?” Renee felt a trickle of worry even as she asked.

“
That’s Amanda Lockwell!
She’s the most famous field reporter from Verard.”

“
Thought I recognized her.”
Oliver admitted, rubbing his recently shaved jaw. He was glad he
implanted the laser cutter into his suit yesterday and made for
quick work. Amber met green. “We saw her when the secretary Mary
threw up the news when Davan hijacked the Galicom starship
factory.”

“
Don’t remind me of that
blue haired airhead.” Renee shivered. “I still want to kick her
teeth in. Maybe it’ll realign her brain so she isn’t such a total
idiot.”

“
Hopefully she’ll not be
there next time we need to renew our travel visa.” He patted her
arm though it didn’t soothe.”

Twenty minutes later there came a knock at
the stone door. “Elder Void, this is Agent Roanok. Are you
there?”

“
Come on in.” boomed the
baritone.

The door opened and first to enter were four
androids. They were near identical to those Oliver destroyed in the
same factory Davan took over. Yet these made facial expressions and
were at the limit of artificial intelligence laws. They came in
scanning the room and one turned to say “Danger, lethal biological
agents detected. Extinction levels exceed safety parameters.”

“
It’s just me.” Renee voiced
when the agents were about to run the two leaders of all humanity.
“Can’t help it, but you guys don’t need to worry. They detect the
concentrated particles I carry in my boned, but I’m not
contagious.”

A raspy male voice said “Johnny, make sure
it’s the truth.”

A lanky Medic came in the room, clear helmet
on, not taking any chances. He said “Ma’am, please stand up for
me.”

The white dress clung to her
curvy figure and she didn’t mind. She expected it and let the man
use his injector to painlessly take a blood sample to run through
his synthesizer and neural chip. Two long minutes passed before he
said “Her blood is clean. I can’t find a
single
pathogen. It’s like she’s a
newborn child.”

“
My immune system is beyond
your readings. My biology can’t get sick. The only way to kill me
without taking my head is a massive burst of gamma
rays.”

“
Just like what killed the
men aboard the Solarian ship found on Verard?” said the raspy voice
as the Emperor came right in despite the protests of his guards.
“Oh my! I didn’t expect your eyes to mist like your Creelin
friend.”