Shadow Seed 1: The Misbegotten (82 page)

“Oh fuuuuuck,” she trembled as her vagina gripped me tightly, then loosened only to do it a few more times before her orgasm began to subside.

The exquisite movements made my penis pulsate and I couldn’t wait anymore.  Using my hands upon either side of her waist, I lifted her a few inches, arching my back so I could pull out a few more.  Then I thrusted forward, bringing her down simultaneously, sliding my cock back into her pussy.  It felt so deliciously good, my eyes fluttered as my body tightened to repeat the motion.  Again, I brought her up and down upon stiffness of my pole, a little harder this time, loving every scintillating millimeter I moved within her.  I did it again – over and over – building a rhythm.

She seemed to come back to reality after a while, shifting her weight so she balanced herself upon the balls of her feet.  This gave her more control and opened her even further.  She began to impale herself on my dick, pouncing on me, taking me all the way, and then pulling nearly free
, only to repeat it.

I kept my back arched, no longer moving, letting her get everything she wanted out of the firmness she was riding.  Instead, I grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pushed it over her knees, so I could see our bodies joined together as she continued to grind herself along my hard length, her butt moving up, then down.

The site was incredible.  I couldn’t believe how big I appeared, the skin of my cock was stretched as far as it could manage, and still she swallowed all of me into her small body.  I continued to stare and saw she had her public hair trimmed into a perfect downward triangle where her underwear would cover her.  Below, she was completely bare.  In the early light of the dawn, I could just make the skin of her pubis.  It glimmered with the juices of our lovemaking – a milky, white sheen covering both of us.

She peered down as well, groaning with pleasure.  “God, Effy, y-your c-c-c-cock is perfect.  You fill me completely.”  She was gazing into my eyes, her face pink with exertion, her hair beginning to plaster to the side of her face.

I smiled, my eyelids heavy with the craven sensations pumping through my body.  All of them were centered on my cock.  Leda was fucking me with every ounce of strength in her body.  I could feel a wave beginning to gather and grow within me, gaining momentum, power, as it did so.  Leda went on with her furious movements and I felt a tightening at the base of my scrotum, knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m going to cum,” I announced, my voice no more than a wheeze.

“Cum,” she retorted, shifting her grip, so she held me by the shoulders, slamming her twat on my cock.

“W-w-where?” I asked, barely managing.

“Just cum, Estefan, I want to feel every drop of it inside,” she answered, purring like a feline, beginning to dig her nails into the meat at the beginning of my arms.  She pulled herself even harder onto my stiff flesh.

I could feel my cock go entirely rigid.  Her vagina was like hands gloved in silk, stroking me again and again.  I felt my body strain a
nd my loins gird.

“Cum, Estefan, fill me up,” she begged, both of us sweating now.

I couldn’t hold it any longer.  I came into her like a freight train into the station, holding her as tight as could against me, pumping rope after rope of semen into her, hot, burning.  She arched her back, letting go of me, her feet going flat, engulfing every fraction of my dick with her sex.  I spasmed and spewed, so many times I lost count.  She drained all the sperm from my balls, my cock jerked inside her.  She flexed internally, a Kegel holding me tighter.  She never stopped kissing me.

Finally, she came against my chest, our bodies still one, hugging me loosely about the neck and shoulders, her eyes smoldering lumps of carbon.  “I will follow you anywhere, and everywhere, you desire, Estefan Ernando.  I will follow you until the world ends…”  She came forth and kissed me, holding me about my head as she held my semi-hard manhood with the muscles of her vagina, double-clutching me, showing me how much she meant what she’d just said. 

I should’ve felt like a man atop the world.   How many times could a young man like me, upon the roof of his parents’ house, make love to a girl as exotic and erotic as Leda Quintanilla?  Not many.  She was so far out of my league, it was laughable, and yet she had fucked me so hard she had bruised the bones of my pelvis.  I should’ve been ecstatic.

Yet, her words thrummed the cord in me I had been dreading ever since I’d first heard Lisa Cardenas had gone missing.  I thought myself a stupid, inept young man for even thinking it, but what if the end of the world was coming?

What the fuck were we going to do?

Nothing.

I kissed Leda until my lips were chapped, staying inside of her for as long as I could manage.  I had to or else I would’ve fallen into despair.

~~~~~~~~~~~~♦~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Summer – 2018)

The Stuff of Stars

It was the
thump!
that awoke me from my slumber.  It wasn’t a hallow bump in the night.  It wasn’t random.  It was loud enough to have shaken the windows next to my bed.  I was certain, though, the sound had originated from the other side of the house – and on the ground floor.

I sat up, or tried to at least, but a sizeable portion of Sandy’s upper body was pinning me to the bed.  Gently, I lifted her shoulder just enough, so I could slide from underneath her.  I came erect then, sitting on the edge of the bed, my ears straining to hear anything.

For nearly ten seconds, I heard nothing.

It was after, I heard it – a faint cross between a cackle and a squawk.  When my ears detected it a second time
, there was a touch of a screech to it as well, but it was a low tone, discrete.  I probably would’ve heard it if I hadn’t been listening so intently.  It came again, a short while later and from a different direction this time.  I turned my head and found myself looking out one of the windows nearest my bed, facing the back of the house.  One more time, I heard it, and yet again from another side of the house.  The more I was hearing it, the more I was certain it sounded electronic.  I couldn’t place it.  Its discovery seemed at the verge of understanding.

I stood slowly, glancing over at the digital clock on the nightstand – 4:55 am it read.  I crept toward the windows at the back of the house, hearing the strange sound with greater frequency than before.  More and more tones were springing up all around the property.  All of the windows were open.  It was yet another clear, warm summer night.  I could easily see the balcony on the second floor, overlooking the large,
wooden structure that kept the patio under shade.   Beyond the cover of the wood, I could see the swimming pool and the Hot Tub, waters shimmering dully in the pre-dawn night.  There was no moon, maybe it had sunk below the horizon already.  Only the stars twinkled down through the veil of the heavens.  There was little wind, as there had been a day earlier when I had made love to Leda as the sun came up.  The only sounds I could hear, other than the strange electronic warbles, were the far away thumps and clattering’s of the battle for El Sereno, which had now spread east to the verges of Alhambra, Granada Park and across Interstate 10 to the northern vestiges of Monterey Park.  The NIA was rooting out some of the original Muto strongholds only to find new ones, popping up, rather inconveniently, along the outer borders of Muto-held territory.  Some non-Muto populations were now joining the fray against the Northern Intercontinental Alliance.

I pulled the curtain a few more inches to the side, so I could see more of the backyard, but I did so with agonizing patience.  I didn’t want undo movement to attract the eye, should there be eyes watching the house.

I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.  The yard looked just as we’d left it hours earlier when my mother had called us in to get cleaned up and help her with dinner.  The lawn surrounding the concrete of the pool and Hot Tub was clear of toys, rafts, etc. – anything we would’ve used, while languishing in those warm waters.  We had put it all away.

At the very back of the
property was the stout, double-sided wooden fence that surrounded the huge two-acre plot my parents owned.  It was ten feet tall and thick, held up by sturdy four-by-four inch posts, driven deep into the ground at four foot intervals.  Between the fence and the lawn was a thin two to three foot strip of land, following the edge of the yard as well.  It was a long, but thin garden of varying flowering plants, hedge brushes and vines, kept in perfect condition thanks to the gardener who came every Wednesday, for pruning or snipping, or whatever the fuck he did.  Whatever it may be, though, he did do a good job.  I couldn’t recall a single time I’d looked upon that strip to find something dead or dying.  It had always been pristine.

Something caught and held by vision.  I froze, leaning forward to try and make it out, but not so far that I leaned out the window itself.  I stayed in the shadows.  I blinked a few times and rubbed at my eyes to clear my sight.  I squinted through the dark, holding my breath, making myself as steady I possibly could.

Then, I realized what I was seeing – a red light - a tiny, glowing crimson light, dipping in and out of sight at the very back of the yard.  It was in the foliage, in the narrow garden.  For some unknown, I shifted my body to the side jam of the window I was gazing through.  Still, I was hearing those weird electronic warbles, more of them in fact, chirping at a greater rate.  Two more of those ghostly, red pinpricks of light came into view.  They were toward the back of the yard as well, but alongside the southern section of fence.

I moved to the window adjacent to the one I hand been looking out, moving to my right, closer to the night stand where I kept my digital clock/radio/MP3 player, a lamp and my cell phone.  I always kept it there, charging throughout the night.  I glanced around the Loft quickly before peering out this new window.  Everyone was still sleeping, no one had moved.

Then, I saw them - four more strangely suspended lights, again red!  They were in the plants in a long row on the northern face of the fence.  I was so confounded, I didn’t know what to do.  They were like of flock of hellish fireflies infesting the backyard.  When I gazed back at the back of the fence, from my new vantage, three additional lights came into view.

Something… or someone… had surrounded… the back yard – completely.

On four separate tendrils, from four unknown recesses in my brain, thoughts began to coalesce into one, and I felt my scalp prickle with terror. 
Oh god, no!
  As I dove for my cell phone, Ramona sat up, throwing the smaller girls from her body.  I grabbed for the smart device, ripping the charging cord from the bottom of it.

“What is it, babe?” she whispered hoarsely.

I ignored her, swiping across the Gorilla Glass, initiating the phone from sleep mode, not bothering to enter my “swipe” code to access the applications.  I didn’t need to do that to find what I was looking for, and it didn’t take long to find it either.  Right there, in the upper right corner, in the notification bar, I saw it – a small icon depicting the type of connection my phone was set to acquire and another one showing my signal strength.  Both of them had red “X’s” over them, screaming at me!  My phone had been cut off from both the network and the local hotspot I used, which was my parents’ wireless router downstairs in the Library.  They had both been jammed!

“…Also, if there is ever a time where
all
of your cell phones don’t work, he said to run…”
  Jacob’s final warning resounded in my head like the toll of mission bells, hundreds of them, all different sizes and sounds.

Oh
no, no, no, no, nononono!   Fuck!

I ran to the opposite of the Lo
ft, toward the front of the house, coming to stand between the air mattresses – one was empty, the other with Flavia sleeping soundlessly.  Jolene and Johan were still sleeping in Katie’s bed, since Tirza decided she was going to sleep with me and the other girls.  Tirza had finally given over to her real feelings, which she’d been shyly expressing every night since.  The others had allowed her to put me to sleep with sweet kisses and warm touches.  It was a peace offering, a strange one, but one nonetheless.

I stared out the window nearest to Katie’s bed.

Behind me, I heard Ramona waking the girls with hushed tones, on Katie’s bed Jolene stirred and turned over, rolling out of Johan’s grasp.

I saw them.  They were passed the front lawn on the other side of the driveway, gathered in the street.  There
seemed to be an entire fleet of black sedans, SUV’s and other very wicked looking tactical vehicles with huge .50 cal. guns mounted atop a few.  Others appeared to have high velocity, water cannons, providing less lethal options for suppressing a large group of people.  From all the way back to the sidewalk, stepping noiselessly down the entire pathway to the main entry of the house, were scores of those floating, infrared lights.  Only now, I could make out what they were attached to – goggles.  They were the battery light indicators of night vision goggles and these high-powered glasses were being worn by dark, uniformed figures booted and armed to the teeth.  Every now and again one of the figures would touch something at his throat and that strange, low-pitched squeal would sound.  It was the engaging squawk of their communicators I had heard earlier, and it could only mean one thing…

Northern Intercontinental Alliance Shock-Troopers!

And they were coming to kill my family!

I dropped to my knees and shook Katie’s bed.  “You guys, wake-up, hurry!”  I was whispering, but my voice was harsh with intensity.

Jolene rolled over to me about to say something.

“Don’t make a sound!”  I warned bringing my forefinger to my lips.

She froze.

“Wake up my brother and sister, tell them to get on their shoes, their backpacks and get their guns.  We got to leave
now!
”  I left her trembling in my wake as I quickly re-crossed the large room.  The other girls were standing now, side by side, nervous, hands wringing, teeth biting nails.  I could hear Jolene was following my orders.  “Get your shit, ladies, the fucken NIA is on our god damned doorstep!” I rasped and quickly began to throw on my shoes.

I saw Tirza reach for her clothes, ones she had laid out to change into in the morning.

“Teezee, forget your clothes.  We don’t have the time.  Just get on your shoes and backpack and arm yourself.  This could get nasty quick!”

She nodded like a doe, caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

“Hurry!” I demanded and they were suddenly blurs of motion.

Three seconds af
ter, I heard, and then felt, a concussion from below. 
BLAMM!
  Something big had just exploded toward the front of the house.  It made us all stop and stare at each other for a second.  Then, a massive billow of flame and smoke erupted up along that side of the house.  We were suddenly bathed in its’ furious light.

“Come one, hurry!” I yelled, no longer attempting quiet.

I had just flipped the safety off my .50 cal. Desert Eagle with my thumb when the staccato racket of gunfire sounded in my ears, which made me pause again.

It had come from inside the house!

Frantically, I retraced how we’d arranged who would sleep where, after we’d finished cleaning up the kitchen following dinner.  All of us big kids were to sleep in the Loft.  My mom and the two little ones were to sleep in the Master Suite she shared with my step-dad, and he was supposed to keep a loose “watch” from the TV room, where he had undoubtedly fell asleep hours earlier.  Comprehension hit me like a thunderbolt.

“
Daaaaaad!  Noooooo!  Daaaaaad, wake-up!  Wake-up!  Wake-up!
” I screamed like a frantic old lady, on and on, never stopping.

And
… just like I didn’t realize it was me yelling for my step-dad, neither did I realize I was no longer in the same place.  I was streaking across the Loft for the door, unhearing, as, at least three of the girls, yelled for me to wait.

I would later come to understand that in the flush of pure emotional impetus, my Mutation – the one making me denser – would increase the effect
by itself, exponential to the emotions being felt.  Since this one was a matter of life or death, you can imagine what it did to my person.  Therefore, when I hit the door of the Loft, I did so with such force; I went through it and found myself atop the landing of the stairs leading down to the second floor, standing in a pile of wood chips and splinters.

I didn’t take the time to assess what I had done.  I barely took notice.  I swept down the stairs
, so fast, it’s amazing I didn’t fall.  I cracked each step as I barreled down to the second floor.

My mother had flung open the door of the Master Suite.  My two little siblings – standing on either side – were clutching a leg of her pajama bottoms
.  I had made it two-thirds down the nineteen steps leading up to the Loft.

I was about to call out to her, to scream at her to go back into her bedroom, but was distracted by a bright, halogen light.  It was fastened beneath some sort of black object, tapering at one end and held tight against the flexing shoulder of one of the same dark figures I’d seen in the front yard.  He had just attained the landing of the extra-wide staircase coming up from the first floor, the angle of his body sw
eeping from his left to right.

For a moment, I could tell, he didn’t see my mom,
standing there in the doorway.

In that split second, although to me it seemed a lifetime, I realized my mom had something in her hand.  It was dark, metallic – ballistic.
  She saw the trooper at the same time he saw her, but she had seen his light long before he was able to shine it upon her.  She had the jump on him.

I can remember this with such detail, because, as I said before, everything was moving at a snail’s pace.

I saw her right hand began to raise, her right leg beginning to take a half-step forward, bending at the knee, her left hand coming up to cup the bottom of her right, like she’d been taught.  After my biological father had threatened to break into our old house and beat the shit out of her, she’d bought some protection.  She was remembering her training.   She was shifting into a shooters’ stance.  It was then I understood, it was her six-round, .38 Special she held in her hands.  My mind exploded.