by Jane Brooke
They were warm, for from ducts that they had built together a steady stream of thermal air fed the ware house. As Krull stalled out and seemingly in a trance and as Venus moved into their kitchen, which was a large affair, she fired up two burners on a black iron stove.
Being a genius of un-fathomable intelligence, her priority, every second of her life, was of course Krull. With her chemistry knowledge, she had concocted a formula based of black tea, spiced with ginger, cinnamon, garlic, ginseng and other spices they grew in their great Greenhouse.
The rambling greenhouses were staked against the far wall, just under a window exposing the MIAMI BUBBLE.
The sealed green houses were one hundred meters long, fifty meters wide, and fifty meters tall, and were a tri tiered affair. They were where the two of them got the majority of their food.
Of course all of it had been created from the miracle of a girl in love’s brain.
One Spec. 24-3, Adray Venus.
While the Betty Crocker of the Cyborg world was doodling away within her domestic goddess side, Krull scrutinized what his woman and he had scrounged from their underworld and had built together.
There were some mismatched old, over stuffed couches, loungers in a U and set around a flat, real glass coffee table centered in the middle of the space. There were a few arm chairs, comfy stuff, here and there, as well as some tables, dressers and other things they had found while on a bust, in THE ZONE.
Multiple lights were every where, low wattage lights all throwing a golden glow along the entire length of their eclectic home.
Of course all the towering windows held impenetrable Carbon-Steel bars. Because their home held the Ozone Cop Seal on its door, not many would ever risk trying to steal from them. There was of course another reason, and that was their Street Creds.
Most of the maniacs in THE ZONES were drug induced insane. But, they were street wise enough to know that a Cyborg Girl was in there. That was, pretty much all they needed to know. Mostly so they could continue eating there Magic Meats, sans through a straw.
In one section, near the towering green houses where they grew fresh vegetables, tomatoes, onions, broccoli, kale, garlic, carrots, ginseng and various fruits as well as basil, oregano and other rare delicacies was a sitting area.
With the blue MIAMI BUBBLE illuminating the area, there was a bed like couch under the bay window. It was covered with down, white comforters, pillows, and sitting in front of it, a real rarity, was a large, paper thin, flat screened TV.
Somewhere, somehow, they had finagled it, as well as hundreds of DVD’s, VCR’s, and a Holograph Tube and VR Receptor.
One of their fav things was to cuddle late at night, munch on popcorn (They grew corn in their Greenhouse) and watch ancient movie remnants of a past that no longer existed.
Adray was a weeper; loved Breakfast at Tiffany’s and of course had memorized all of Holly’s dialogue as well as her moves for the obvious of reasons.
Adjacent to the video room was a small desk, a computer glowing green on it. It was the only conduit to Central Command, and it was a rare perk to have it, though some of the cops did. Had to have someway to communicate with CENTRAL COMMAND and outside of THE BUBBLE there were no longer phones, so wireless had been the way to go.
Upstairs was their bedroom, same deal, low to the floor, comfy and a huge bed built low to the floor. There was a small TV, a bathroom, all connected to the bottom floor by an iron, green spiral staircase that he and his gal Heliarc welder bud had cut, welded and then had constructed.
Krull had never forgotten watching Adray in her welding helmet connecting the iron bars from the torches fire.
It had been simply said, precious.
Though Venus had no need for sleep, it simply was how she had been made, Krull did. She had taught herself to dose, almost, and of course another of her fav things was to sleep with her man, palm on his chest.
While he slept, she would use her scanning powers, always monitoring things. Things like pulse, heartbeat, oxygen levels, hemoglobin irregularities’, Bio and especially cellular abnormalities, all of it, every blood drop of it.
It is a hard thing when a female knows that she will die internally and spiritually many times over before the only man that had ever loved her will. Yet Venus, so courageous, was stoic to say the least about it. It simply was; what it was.
Krull was human, his death inevitable, so be it.
But his death, not for her, not now, not then, not ever for there was another way and it had never been done before.
It would be, if the end came, her last resort to save him.
Krull seemed in a haze as he leered at THE BUBBLE through his bay windows. Perhaps he was fantasying about living within it and now carrying two mugs of her special brew and a small plate of Papaya and Orange slices, Krull felt her before he saw her.
If anything she was cat like. Her foot prints almost never held an audible beat to them. Krull turned, smiled as he watched her in her low slug sarong approach him.
Once along side of him she smiled and handed him his black tea brew. She took his hand, and began to lead him to their Video area and the bed awaiting them there, she whispered.
“Drink, come, shall we go Virtual tonight darling?”
Sipping at his tea and allowing her to lead him across the loft, he said.
“Yes, someplace warm, please.”
Peeking over her shoulder, she smiled, winked mischievously at him as she said.
“Of course darling, I know just the place. First, you eat and, then we shall Wander.”
Once near the low bed, Venus placed her two trays on a low end table. Taking Krull’s mug she gently laid him on the white down comforters. Almost as a mother might a precious child, she stared at Krull’s bare chest, the scars and the wounds and sighed. Keeping her angst and worry to herself she smiled to herself, her eyes growing translucent.
Though she did enjoy food, it was more a part of her human contract with her man dining with him. Her food needs were at about a quarter of a human’s level.
Sitting on the side of the bed and taking the plate of fruit, she made sure that Krull was comfy resting against the pillows.
She, then over the next few minutes fed him his nourishing Papaya and Orange slices, wiping the juice from his unshaven, blistered face and lips as she did.
Making sure that he had drank every ounce of her vitamin enriched brew, she leaned down, kissed him sweetly, got a smile back.
God, he was so handsome racked in her mind and it made her artificial heart thunder.
Tweaking his nose with her thumb and forefinger, he chuckled. Leaning in, she layered her aquiline fingers around his shaved dome. She kissed him with her lips. He reciprocated as he felt his penis growing just being anywhere near-her.
Sensing it expanding because of the blood flow, she allowed her hand to fall below the sheet and, then wrap around it.
Krull mesmerized by her groaned, as she released it, smiled coyly at him. She stood, looked down at him. Wickedly, she shook her forefinger back and forth at him.
“Behave yourself, or I shall not suck your man cock later.”
Krull threw his head back and forth and laughed. Venus gave him a pretend stern look, smiled and walked to a small box of a black enamel coated machine set on a carbon fiber table.
From its guts it had several conduit tube and wires with what looked like a pair of silver, flat head phones sticking out of the small gold terminals on top of it.
She could access the VR machine as well as the Hologram machineswith her AI (Artificial Intelligence) capabilities. But, when with Krull she never did.
There were enough differences between them already, so in her mind why add more.
Pretending to dose, Krull’s exhausted eyes never left her Platinum clad body. In his mi
nd there was nothing left on Earth that could compare to its sexuality and beauty.
He loved to secretly watch her within everything she did.
Power, grace, sweet, hard, two times Einstein’s intelligence, at least and she was that, geek comical as he often watched her brain grinding around the simplest things. Things human took for granted, like why must the human race wholesale butcher everything in nature that ever made Earth beautiful?
At other times there was no geek, but this unbelievable tall and angular Emerald eyed platinum skinned sex goddess who could be insatiable in every nuance of her being.
As he stared at her through eye slits, Adray weighed in her other hand a small remote and hitting a small blue button, green lights kicked to life as The Virtual Reality machine glowed to life.
Outside of THE BUBBLE they were severely illegal, a death activation edict, no questions asked.
They had copped it one late night on a bust from a Russian gangster that ran an illegal Pink Panic Club.
Deep in the sewers flourished a complete sub culture of after curfew sex/drug/pain clubs and bars for the addicts.
Because the drug addicted Droids, Cyborg’s and humans needed an out let for their pain, sexual deviance and misery, O-Zone Cops mostly tolerated these insanely maniacal and dangerous sex and snuff clubs. That was of course before King Mohammad had introduced Pink Panic.
It had been a game changer.
With the flat diodes in her hand, Venus stalled for a moment watching Krull almost dose with his eyes closed.
She knew that sometime soon, most likely within a day, after they VR’d she and her cop man would be making a visit to such a club, one owned by King Mohammad.
Moving to him, she sat next to Krull, layered his shaved head with her fingers; placed the diode pads on to his temples. She made sure that they were secured and laid down next to him. She secured her own diodes to her temples, clutched Krull’s hand, looked at him, and whispered.
“Ready darling?”
Krull nodded that he was.
She gave him a peck on the cheek, squeezed his hand tighter and pressed the button.
BLINDING WHITE LIGHT for a moment and, then there was darkness and the color of BLUE.
THE GULLS, white as the beach sand were floating on the thermals, and as far as five killometers down the white sifted beach, they could be seen. They we’re soaring, squawking and diving into the turquoise colored salt water as they fed for their young.
Behind the beach was a great rain forest, festooned with thousands of palm trees, ancient Banyan trees, firs and conifers and they were the Stanton’s for the life that flourished within the jungles.
Monkeys, gibbons and a variety of lemurs, as well as macaws, toucans, curved beaks, and parrots, every color imaginable flew wildly through the tree limbs. Others birds were perched on limbs with their sharp claws. They were all of the denizens of a world that no longer existed and they sang, chirped and screamed as they lived their daily lives.
The sand appeared as if sifted sugar as Krull, naked, sitting on a low canvas beach chair, wearing sunglasses sat at the edge of the sea. The tepid ocean water was kissing his toes.
He was warm, finally and his skin held no signs of disease nor ravage from the wars and the effects of a once pristine earth turned into a sewage garbage dump.
His brown and unmarred skin almost glowed it was so sun tanned as the yellow Suns rays, unencumbered by the death of the atmospheres, yet to be the color of burnt Rubies touched his face and body.
As always with her, he felt her before he saw her. Dreaming perhaps, perhaps not, he turned his head down the beach.
Blink, blink and blink his eyes clicked as he then focused and what he saw stunned him.
There she was, strolling, bare feet leaving foot prints, barely, in the sand of the blue surf.
She was wearing a mid-night blue sarong slung low on her hips as well as a pair of her Holly Golightly starlet sunglasses. Streaming from her neck was a garland of sky blue colored flowers that fell along her tiny breasts. On her domed, naked head she wore a tiara of white flowers.
He felt mesmerized, perhaps even hypnotized for she held a natural sway to her hips as she walked. With each foot step her muscles rippled along her thighs and calves and in her hand was a bottle. It held a golden liquid within it.
As the naked sun glinted off of her Platinum skin, he blinked again, he had too. She then was there, towering over him, smiling as she went into a coolie crouch. She tilted the bottle to her blue, full lips and took a sip from it.
Lacing her fingers around the back of Krull’s head, she lowered her lips to his allowing the Tequila to drain into his mouth. Krull swallowed, groaned and in progression, though she seldom drank alcohol, they shared many gulps of one of the true great sex elixirs’ ever created by humans.
Setting the bottle in the sand, she kissed him, lips only. She stood and as he watched, she untied her sarong and allowed it to puddle to the sand.
With not a hair on her body, she appeared almost dolphin like to Krull.
His eyes were riveted to her flat and muscled tummy as it seemed to melt into her mound and then meld into her blue vagina.
“Fuck.” He groaned to himself as his eyes traveled down her thin and muscled killometers of legs, connected to her small-feet that were buried into the white sand.
He had to swallow deeply as she smiled staring at his ever growing penis. Blushing through his tan he saw her as she wagged her finger at him playfully, turned and strolled to the ocean’s edge.
With the tiniest of butts melding into her legs, Krull dizzily watched as her natural sway of hips accompanied her graceful and powerful stride towards the surf.
Krull giggled to himself watching her as he whispered. “Oh, this bitch is good.”
She of course knew exactly what she was doing and of course the effect she had on the only man on the planet worth getting the gift that she had learned that she was.
Standing ankle deep in the surf, she stretched her hands into the air, her back exposing her muscles. When done with that little tease, she twisted her head around. She lowered her sunglasses and pouted her lips at Krull in an O, swallowed, leaned down and cupped some sea water.
Krull swallowed.
Oh, the princess was good, really good and she knew it.
He smiled through his mind as his penis, on its own accord grew larger.
Arching her butt and back, she allowed the sea water to spill down both of them.
Gulp, gulp, gulp. That was what Krull was doing as he watched the water glint off of her skin.
Act one done.
She placed her shades on the beach and waded into the sea up to her waist. And, then as the pure athlete that she was, she and like a silver-sliver, she pierced the sea in a perfect dive.
Like that Dolphin that Krull was now certain that she was, she surfaced and with powerful strokes powered herself over a kilometer out to sea.
If she chose too, she could easily hold her breath for over ten minutes, at least and as she turned, and her pulse never even increasing, she swam slower, gracefully back towards Krull whose eyes had never left her.
Kneeling in the green water, she then, using everything a Cyborg Gal had cupped her hands with sea water, and allowed it to wash down her body.
After a few minutes of more seduction and teasing she stood slowly to her full height, allowing every drop of glistening sea water to fall down her entire body.
Stretching, just for effect, she began to stroll towards him, her huge Peridot eyes glowing from some internal force. Krull, being a man, had his eyes glued on every sway of her hips.
Oh yes he did.
Once standing before him, she stared down at his erection. She smiled shyly at him. She kneeled down in front of him and, then taking his p
enis in her fingers, she gently placed her blue lips around his knob.
“Fuuuck.” Krull moaned.
She then, as easy as could be, swallowed his entire cock down her silicone throat. Tightening the muscles in her throat she went up, down, up and down as she began masturbating the man she loved with her lips and throat.
Krull’s body tensed as he moaned. Throwing his head back and simply staring, he gazed at the yellow ball that another place, planet earth rarely saw any longer.
Not wanting him to cum, for so much fun was still promised later, she sluiced his cock out of her throat and passed her lips. She gripped it with one hand and she being a mistress of seduction, whispered.
“Please Krull. Are you going to fuck me? Don’t make me beg.”
And the Oscar goes too.
Krull didn’t know whether to weep or laugh as his face scrunched and he looked at her with caution as she pouted.
She revolved her tongue along her lips and swallowed as she released her grip on his penis.
Krull giggled knowing that his banshee bitch has seen far too many Hollywood B-movies and that was clear in Krull’s mind as he stood and assisted her to feet.
Without another word, he took her hand and leading now, he began to walk towards the jungle.
There, stitched into the sand edging the rain forest was a rain forest house. It was eclectic and gentle and constructed of blond bamboo poles and white slats of Ash. It had a thatched, palm lined palapa roof set in a Vee soaring some thirty feet high above it.
The house was dramatic, and there was color everywhere, vases, rugs, macramé streamers and all of the rooms were open to the sea. Flags, kites and banners of every hue imaginable were streaming in the wind.
Once up the pine stairs and across the slat deck, they entered the house. To there left was a modern kitchen, cobalt blue tiles everywhere, stainless fridge, stove, sinks pressed against walls.
Stocks of bananas, papayas, mangos hung from low beams on braided ropes. In sky blue, Jade green, Pomegranate red dishes and bowels there were apples, figs and other exotic fruits that had disappeared from a-once-bountiful world decades ago.
