Kaiju Queen

by Ken Rivers

  “I think Pusi has the same thing in mind,” B giggled.

  The positioning was awkward, but I turned my head to see B peeking out over the edge of her pod.

  “Well, shit, what are you talking about, B?”

  “Take a look.”

  The part came loose. I dislodged myself from the engine’s main drive unit and dropped my multi-tool right then and there.

  From my vantage point, all I could see was Pusi’s pussy in Lana’s face. Lana was frozen, though. Not even a twitch of an attempt at exploration. Pusi was coaching her through it.

  My legs brought me closer to them before my mind caught up with their intent. I sat with a better view, not too close, but not too far away. I pretended to work on the part I’d removed from the rail-bike, but my multi-tool clumsily slipped around the connecting parts and screws.

  “No touch me, I lose concentration. I make salve from glands here,” she flitted her tongue up one of Lana’s lean white thighs. She was flat on the ground but shivering.

  “That tickles. Are you sure this is going to work?” she precariously peeked around Pusi’s thick, fuzzy thigh. Pusi’s tail was whipping around in an unsolvable mathematical pattern of spirals, extensions, and loops.

  “You trust Pusi?” she asked.

  “If Mark trusts you, then maybe it’s not impossible to?”

  “Good. You remember time we meet?”

  Lana cracked wry smile. “Hard to forget. You’re lucky you’re still alive. I was honestly ready to kill all of you.”

  “Yes, but forget best part. I say I eat you. I say I gain fly power,” Pusi wiped her mane of hair out of her eyes and placed it behind her fur-tipped ears. “I no gain power to fly, but I help.” She licked her nose, then purred. “Eat there. Heal you.”

  Without another word, Pusi’s long, rough tongue went to work on the purest part of Lana. Nobody had broken that deep to her to ruin it. I was the first to touch her soul with it, and Pusi would be the second.

  Lana tried to lift her head off the ground, in an attempt to give back to Pusi what was being given to her. I simply twisted the tool in my hand around and around. I didn’t want to sacrifice a moment of the view to check for B, but I was sure she was watching and probably documenting as much as was technically possible.

  “Marrrk, I need your help.”

  “Looks like you’re doing a good job.”

  Lana’s arms were above her head. She broke away from her ecstasy just long enough to make eye contact with me. It was all she could do to nod her approval before being pulled back into Pusi’s healing embrace.

  Pusi eyes were fierce with a mixture of passion and focus. “Come,” she said.

  I crossed the short distance between us. Enough space to not disrupt the magic that was so fragile it might’ve broken with a wrong move or sound.

  “Look,” she said, muffled by Lana’s green tuft of hair.

  It was hard to look any harder than I already was. I had been staring like a schoolboy seeing a neighbor just a few years older than myself through a shower window. All breasts, curves, sweat, and slick hair.

  “Not there. Here.” She pointed to the gash I’d seen just before making our escape. Lana, a skilled user of the Levani healing arts, had barely healed it enough to walk. It was destined to be a scar that would debilitate anyone else for life. Yet there it was, almost completely smoothed over.

  I managed a small moment of self-control and saw that the other scars, bruises, and scratches over her body had also faded, although the damage was still severe.

  “You give Pusi Marrrk’s seed. If do this, heal very, very good.”

  “No problem! Where and when?”

  “Here. Now.”

  “Lana?” I asked.

  She was in and out of the sensual whirlwind of clitoral pleasure that no man could ever begin to understand. Again, under immense effort, she broke away and answered, “I trust her if you do, Mark. I know I’m yours and I’ll never worry again.”

  “I love you,” I said.

  Pusi and Lana’s response had the timing of a duet that never knew the stage without the other with them. “I love you, too.”

  My clothes represented nothing more than the thirty seconds I needed for considering my angle of entry.

  “Marrrk, I need cum strong. I cum weak, seed mean nothing. I need you now. Lana need you now.”

  I gave her a thumbs-up. There was only one way to pull this off. It wasn’t the easiest terrain to handle. Too much girl in the way to get on my knees. Plus, I needed the angle to hit the kitty-spot just right. Then there was the third level of technique very few ever considered. My shaft’s impact across all contact points. Just banging it around in there wasn’t going to do the job. She needed to feel like my dick was twice the size it was. And I knew just how to do it.

  “Marrrk, too much to ask?” Pusi whined softly, tail rolled backward and touching her head. Her asshole pulsed in and out above a slick, splayed-out opening to paradise.

  I readied myself to give her what she needed. What they both needed.

  22

  I stepped over Lana, squatted, and stroked Pusi’s tail, sinking my free hand into her furry hip. Lana guided me in, her nails just tickling the bottom of my gear bag. I gave a strong yank on the tail and pulled my pelvis flush with her soft thighs and fuzzy tight cheeks. It already sounded like hand-washed clothes in a hot pot of water.

  “This good. Good start,” Pusi purred to me, pushing back and squeezing herself around my shaft. It was like her pussy had two hands that grabbed on hard and twisted inside. I could’ve slid in and out and banged away all night, but I was there for a unique job, the crippling orgasm.

  Pusi’s back bent like a beginner’s bow, over-stretched by the pull of some angry titan. She was all breath and snarls then, the fur on her back rippling and relaxing in undulating waves. She was already cumming, but it wasn’t enough. Lana’s wounds were unchanged.

  “Pusi, focus baby, get that cute muzzle back down there.” She exhaled and whimpered but she did as she was bid. “Good girl.”

  With my cock as deep in as I could get it, it was my turn. I planted my feet and lifted, collapsing her anal opening in against the bottom of my shaft and stressing the vaginal hole longways. My head made landfall on the ribbed nub of legends and I hammered down.

  Methodically, like a fine-tuned piston, I triple-tested her elastic breaking point but walked a dangerous edge. On one side was power and perfect precision. On the other, the mistake to send all our wet pleasure into a cold sandy pit and end Lana’s chances of recovery, slipping the head out then jamming it into the clit.

  The shock to her system began to emerge. Wobbly arms, hair standing on end and relaxing in sporadic waves followed by the clench, nearly squeezing me out. She was primed. Drowning in wave upon wave of slippery heat.

  “Yes Marrrk. I ready. Fill me. Fill me deep. So deep, I taste it…” She trailed off and locked up around the base of my cock so hard I winced.

  With every labored breath spilling from her mouth, the easiest of prayers to answer “Now…”

  The blood thumping against my vein walls, a screaming group of beasts tearing at the walls of the system that kept them sealed away from the world, ached for release. I was close, but the hump’s summit came no closer.

  Shit. I had focused too much and stumbled into the long-night stroke. Pusi clamped down and froze my pulsating bulge in mid-race. I had never been asked to cum just after hitting my stride.

  Sure, some women just wanted it to be done with and that’s evident from pretty early on. But this was totally different. Pusi wanted it, but that session wasn’t for her. It was Lana.

  “Lana, baby, I need—” she read me before I could finish.

  Her sharp angled nose, perfectly balanced, brushed against one ball, then the other. The precious gear bagged inside lazily moved right then left as she slowly sunk her face deeper into me.

  I flexed as hard as I could and kept my dick in the game, the
blood trapped fast inside along with my shaft but I didn’t know how long. It would stay functional. Thoughts purple and blue feinted and darted at the edge of my imagination but I managed to turn them away.

  I closed my eyes then. I always worked best with my eyes closed. Whether it was an engine compartment totally hidden from view, or a clit with a unique nerve pattern, I could always “see” what was happening. I saw Lana, mouth agape, tempting me with tonguage across the bottom of my sack. Then nothing. No nose. No hands. My balls hung there alone, kicking in the breeze of the evening air. No. That wasn’t a breeze, it was her. Was she tiring? Was I about to be too late?

  Then, with one flick of her thick and unforgivably long fleshy muscular organ, I almost left my body. I couldn’t tell after the second how far she went in, and I didn’t care. As if by some tectonic movement in my spine, every vertebra in my arched back shifted. Snapped into such a dead straight pillar of perfect alignment that it could have only been possible in the genius mathematical rantings of a lunatic mind.

  The rest of my body buzzed together in harmony around my cock. I did fill her. I gushed, and she took it all. Lana licked, and I clenched again and Pusi’s pussy finally began to expand. Once the blood could finally cycle in and out, I grabbed on and held fast, letting the rest flow out of me. Not a single bit of my seed was left behind.

  White steam rose from Lana’s battered body, tinged with an orange glow. Tendrils of smoke and light licked the gashes covering her body. The majority of them collected around her abdomen, arching up and piercing through her.

  Pusi lay on her side next to Lana. “Best ever…” she rubbed her face, but nothing was there. “She need time. Sleep now.” She didn’t move after that. Even her normally erratic and ill-tempered tail was nearly still.

  Taking a small heating unit from the bike, I placed it between them and left them to rest. I was exhausted but the repair work on the rail-bike still needed doing. B hadn’t moved an inch, her fingers and half her head the only thing she wished to show. There was only one hand gripping the edge of the pod.

  “You could’ve sat right next to us and watched. I don’t know why you stayed all the way back here, B.”

  “I…just like hiding and watching.”

  “Suit yourself. Next time you can join in.” I smiled.

  “If there is a next time.”

  “A little dark for you, isn’t that? We just pulled off a huge healing miracle on Lana, the bike is going to be repaired, and we should be at the Jian-Di base by sunrise. Time is against us, but our odds are looking better by the second. Cheer up!”

  I knelt in front of my baby and went to work.

  “Mark?”

  “What’s up, B?” I was almost to the last warped cooling unit.

  “When we were being chased by that Leviathan—”

  “Kaiju, please.”

  “When we were being chased, and you jumped into that damn thing’s mouth, I thought the odds were pretty stacked against us.”

  “It certainly appeared that way.” I grunted and stretched. “Got it!” I pulled out the unit and looked up over the hood. “But, no worries. Like I said, things are—”

  “I made the call to CONTROL. They’re on high alert and have called in…appropriate measures.”

  “Looking very bad. Fuckin’ hell, B.”

  She looked at me like she had just dropped the last scoop of ice cream any of us would ever eat for the rest of time. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see any way things could get worse. I know I said I would make the call in that cave. I knew what would happen if I did. But, Yari saved us. Then Lana saved us. Then you got superpowers, and I thought there was a chance we might be able to handle everything without…without CONTROL doing what they do best, calculated loss of life. Their needs and wants trumping everything else.”

  “B, what appropriate measures?”

  “They’re going to call in the Old-Tech.”

  Fuck. Firepower on a scale so unnecessary for any other venture than murdering Kaiju that it was decommissioned upon the last confirmed kill and death of them.

  “Well,” I said, “we still have time to stop Tawa before they get that ancient tech up and running. Official decommissions aren’t undone so easily.”

  Her head fell into her hand.

  “What else, B?”

  “They never decommissioned the tech. They only buried it. It’s been pointed in the same direction since the last Leviathan was burned from the sky. The border is fully operational, and all pointed out toward us. Even with the size of that monster, Tawa and it will be melted mid-flight, along with Yari.”

  “Well, shit.” I banged just how fucked we were around in my head for a minute. I lifted B by the chin, her nose inches from mine. “Thanks,” I said and smiled. “Now we know our time frame.” She cracked a small smile. “I mean, sure, we’re probably already fucked and the Levani will lose the last Kaiju again, and Yari along with it, and the planet will be consumed by deadly gases and we will likely be left behind to wallow and die with everyone else, but hey, it ain’t over yet.”

  The smile left her face. “If you can’t forgive me, I understand.”

  I leaned in and pushed my lips into her red cheek and stayed there for a moment, then slowly pulled away. “I’m just fuckin’ with you. Help me load them into the pod. They’ll have to recover on the move.”

  I stood, but she reached out and grabbed me by the back of the neck, smashed her face into mine, eyes wide open and lips shaking. She pulled away and I knew right then and there that I was the first person she had ever kissed.

  “I guess it’s just you and me for now,” she sniffled, and wiped a few wet streaks from her face.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, B.”

  B and I loaded Pusi and Lana in one pod and she jumped into the other. Midori and Aoi sat against one wall of the pod looking at B, and B was looking right back at them. “Can’t we put them in with Pusi? All of us would be happier that way.”

  “You’ll be fine, B.”

  With everyone accounted for and ready to ride, we took off. But, it was very undramatic. We didn’t want to call any attention to our departure so we snaked through the trees, found our exit, then went full throttle the rest of the way back to Jian-Di base.

  Aside from the steam and orange glow coming from Lana’s pod, we were a wraith. A high-tech, invisible ninja biker-gang wraith avoiding any hilltops we could. With the repairs, the rail-bike was back at full speed. Although maneuverability had taken a hit, in a straight line, there was nothing faster. Except maybe a Kaiju-killing neutron cannon blast.

  We arrived well before dawn, thanks to B scaring the shit out of me. B and I jumped off the bike and checked how far along our occupants were in their recuperative arcs.

  “I think Lana is done,” B said. “Pusi, on the other hand…”

  My sexy Pusani was ass-up dead asleep.

  “Lana?” I whispered as I checked for a fever or a pulse. I didn’t really know what I was looking for since I wasn’t a doctor. Mechanics never had to worry about that shit.

  Her green eyes slowly opened. She was a bit groggy, and wiped her eyes.

  “How do you feel?” B asked.

  “Better. Why am I on the rail-bike?”

  “B, let me.” I filled her in, with some tact and clever turns of phrase to make sure she didn’t blame any further misfortune on B.

  She stood and stepped out of the pod. “It is what it is. And we have to do what we have to do.” She hopped out, staggered a little and steadied herself against the rail-bike and B. “I’m fine,” she said, and walked to the edge of the Kaiju’s crater.

  “This was my home…”

  B and I looked at each other and moved to put reassuring hands on her shoulders. “But,” she said, with one critical eye on us both, “with you is where I should’ve always been.” Green light exploded from her as she shrank into the Flit. She took off, piercing through the rolling dust and mists. We waited.

  I trie
d to wake Pusi, but it was useless. I could’ve thrown her off a cliff, and she would’ve slept through the whole ordeal.

  Far off to the right of the rubble and mists that blocked our view of the horizon, Lana came slicing through the grey and landed with her news.

  “I’ve found her. I checked to see how badly she was injured, and she spoke to me.”

  “Well that’s good. We need her well enough to respond,” B said.

  Lana cocked her head and dug her talons into the dirt. “She said her name is Yare.”

  23

  We made our way down into the crater, rocks and debris slipping underfoot as we followed Lana’s lead. We stepped out onto a small clearing in the devastation. Next to a hole that dropped out of sight was the cousin, half-pinned under a massive boulder.

  “We should bind her hands before we help her free,” B said while producing a pair of wrist-locks in one hand and her battle-wand in the other.

  “Maybe we should say hi first?” I asked.

  “Hi,” B said as she bent down and slipped the locks on her wrists. Yare didn’t fight back, lying limp against the ground, shaved head lined with scrapes and bruises. “There, Mark. Happy?”

  The pale white woman moved her lips, but only muffled sounds came out. B leaned in closer, wand at the ready. “What’s wrong with her?” B whistled and looked up.

  Lana was flying around us, checking for any other survivors. She dove toward us and burst into green flame, then stepped into the dusty air of the collapsed cavern.

  Lana said a quick two words in Levani and knelt beside her. The woman reached out and touched Lana’s hand.

  “Tawa ordered her tongue cut out, but she can communicate by touch.”

  B stepped away and threw her hands in the air. “No, thank you.”

  I sat down within arms-length of her. “Why would he do that?”

  She was hesitant and cocked her head to the side as she searched for Lana’s arm and found it. “She’s afraid. She promises to tell us everything we want to know as long as we promise to end her life quickly.”