"That's amazing," he groaned.
She slipped him out and smiled up at him with glistening lips. "You like that? I can do it in real-life, too."
He laughed as the tingling of his cock continued in the cool air. "You're very talented."
"I just love sucking dick. And yours is awesome." She lowered her head again.
Once again, he glanced around, but found none of the Nikora looking at him. Most of them weren't even awake. Over the snoring, he could hear moans and saw rolling bodies in the shadows of one corner, probably his ladies entertaining each other.
Khloe devoured him again eagerly, causing pleasure to radiate along the head and shaft like never before. He buried his hands in her long curly hair, feeling it moving with the bobbing of her head. Over the curve of her back, he saw the round globes of her ass almost glowing in the moonlight and it was a beautiful sight. As a buttman, he always thought bigger was better, and she proved it.
When he felt his balls tightening, he knew he had to stop her or he would cum from her mouth alone. He wanted more.
He gently lifted her head until she let his cock pop out of her mouth. He kissed her again before reaching down to stroke her butt cheeks. She seemed to know exactly what he wanted, because she turned around on her hands and knees. When her wide ass came before him, he took a moment to stroke them with his fingers before guiding his cock into her wetness.
As he entered her, her ass quivered, and she let out a gasp.
"God, you're so big, papi," she whispered. "I could barely fit it in my mouth, and now you're stretching out my pussy so good."
He loved hearing her talk, but the word "papi" made him tingle. He'd never been called that before, but he'd never been with a Latina before. He was surprised at how incredibly sexy it sounded coming from her.
"You feel amazing," he gasped. "You're so tight."
He pushed in deeper and her spine arched, pushing her butt up higher against him. When her ass pressed up against her stomach, he began to thrust back and forth. As she moved to meet him, her asscheeks rippled in waves. It felt and looked so good that he had to bite his own lower lip and wish he'd taken some more of the fruit from the hotel.
It didn't take long before Khloe called out, "Oh, papi! Oh, papi!"
Her arms quivered as she began to buck against him. Her ass cheeks smacked his waist as she came, grunting and squeezing around his shaft in ways that almost made him cum right there. She came so hard that she pushed him out of herself.
When she finished trembling and pushed her butt back up again, he began to ease the head of his cock up to her pussy again. She kept shifting her hips until the head pushed up against her anus. He moved to guide it back down, but she moved again.
She looked over her shoulder. "Do it. Fuck my fat ass, papi."
He felt stunned for a moment. He had never even tried anal sex before, much less had a woman ask him to do it. The fact that she was a real woman and not one of the sex-crazed NPC women made it even more of a surprise. He had to check again to make sure she still had the red light over her head.
He tried to think of all the times he'd read about anal sex, and what he was supposed to do. "Do you want some lube or--"
She shook her head while reaching back with both hands to spread her huge ass open. "I don't need it. Just do it. I want it, papi, please."
He swallowed and pressed his cock up against her tight hole. He expected it to take a while to get inside, but he pushed and was quickly in up to his balls. It felt so tight and hot that he bite his lip again and let out another groan.
"Oh, yeah," she gasped. "Fuck that ass, papi."
He began to thrust and the sensation, along with the knowledge of how rare and somehow forbidden it was, made his balls tighten again. He felt the surge inside himself and tried to move slower, savoring the feeling. The sight of his cock buried between the cheeks of her pulsing ass only made it harder to keep his climax at bay.
"Yes," she cried. "Just do it, baby. I wanna feel you cum in my ass, papi. Make it yours."
He let go then, sinking his fingers into the cheeks of her ass as his cock pulsed inside her. Her ass clenched around him as she came with him, and seemed to be milking his balls of every drop of their precious fluids.
When his orgasm faded, he collapsed on her back, and just kissed her shoulders and neck while sweat poured down his chest and arms. Khloe dropped down onto her stomach, and her breasts spread on the floor as she hummed with satisfaction. He rolled her over so they spooned again.
"Oh yeah," she sighed. "That was even better than I thought it would be."
Chapter 15
LADY NECRALIA tried to stay focused on the meeting with her war cabinet, but her attention kept straying to thoughts about Byron.
She sat in her throne, drumming her fingers on the arm of her chair made of a literal arm bone, as her generals made their presentations. They stood on the red carpet leading to the platform where she sat, working on a hologram of the Galaxy illustrating the movement of her ships and troops. Half of the Galaxy was red, indicating systems under her control. Another quarter was blue, showing systems controlled by the Alliance. The gray remaining quarter showed uncontrolled space.
On the left, General Worr stood in front of her. As a Voloxx, he looked like a stack of boulders in humanoid form, and had a brutality to match. On her right, the bird-like Aeron General Rath'kill stood hunched over with a submissive pose that hid his manipulative and cruel nature.
General Worr spoke in a voice like thunder as he pointed at the hologram. "Our domination into the third Galactic quadrant continues well. We've adopted a new strategy to concentrate our forces on cutting off supplies to the region. Our four hundredth fleet, led by Fleet Commander Gore, has taken control of all the solar systems here and here, but is facing resistance--"
She raised a finger tipped with a sharp claw. "General, you know how the mechanics of the war effort bore me. Strategy is your department, not mine. Tell me the death count."
Worr grunted as he tapped on his personal data tablet. "Two hundred billion souls within the last twenty-four hours."
Necralia felt a shiver run through her from the back of her neck all the way down to her pussy. "Do you have the footage?"
General Rath'kil brought out his tablet. "Of course, your majesty. I know your interest in such matters, so I selected these shots personally."
With a tap on his screen, the hologram of the Galaxy changed to one of a battlefield. A city in flames bled smoke into the clouds as alien beings in rags ran screaming through the streets. Death Troopers charged after them, firing into the crowds to mow them down like grass before a scythe.
"This," Rath'kil said, "was on Gyrel Six. Four hundred million killed by your command."
The sight of so much death and destruction made her even wetter and she clenched her hands into fists. As another hologram came into view of people being lined up against a wall and shot by a firing squad, she moaned.
"And this," Rath'kil added, "was on Deidades, where we had to put down an uprising. Two hundred and eighty million killed."
Once again, she felt a thrill like she had never known before she started playing Venus Online. She didn't really care about expanding her empire, knowing the Orb had promised her victory, but the sight of her forces spreading fear and death excited her like nothing else.
"Exquisite," she sighed.
She shook herself as the spell broke. "But what about Jones?"
Her two generals looked at each other. They looked like they hoped the other one would speak first.
"Where is General Deth?" she snarled. "I haven't heard a report from him. I need to know what the status is on the hunt for Byron Jones."
Her Grand Vizier stepped up to the side of her throne. "Your majesty, I will summon him at once."
She watched more footage of the war playing before her, but it didn't have the same effect. Byron was a major buzzkill for her, the one thing that took away her sense of power and domi
nation. He was the one thing in the game that she and her master the Orb couldn't control. Seconds rolled by, making her more and more angry.
The hologram in her throne room finally flickered to become a shot of General Deth's smiling face.
Deth bowed. "You summoned me, your majesty?"
"Where is Jones?" She leaned forward. "I demand to know the status of the hunt immediately."
Deth gave her a toothy smile that she found ingratiating. "I was just about to call to give you the good news, your majesty. His ship was shot down on Nikor. Our men are going over the wreckage to ensure he was killed, but I'm on my way there to take care of it personally."
She felt a pang of despair at the thought of Byron being dead. She desperately wanted to torture him. "I didn't want him dead. I wanted him alive."
Deth winced. "I know, your majesty. It was not my decision. The outpost on Nikor shot down the Icarus before it could be identified. I will punish those responsible once I arrive and confirm the body."
That gave her a slim feeling of hope. Maybe Byron had survived the crash. "You will make sure, General. If there is even the slightest chance that Jones is still alive, you will continue your search until you find him or solid evidence of his death. Return empty-handed and I'll give you the punishment I intended for him."
Deth bowed again. "Of course, your majesty. Your will is my command."
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As he turned away from the hologram that faded away behind him, Deth's smile collapsed into a scowl. "Psychotic bitch."
He looked at his lieutenants. "Well, you see what I'm up against. If I have to, I will cut off one of your heads and bring it to her as Jones' skull. I'll fake dental records and everything."
He dropped into his chair with a sigh. "But it will not come to that. Because we know where he is. And we will go to Nikor to meet him."
One of the generals raised her eyes. "With our combined forces, we will easily capture him."
Deth waved a hand at her. "Capture? Oh, heavens no. If Jones is there, he's a dead man."
The lieutenant generals all looked at each other again with confused frowns.
Lieutenant General Magott cleared her throat. "But Lady Necralia wanted him alive."
"Lady Necralia is also a sadistic maniac. She just wants to get her jollies by torturing him, but she doesn't understand the threat he poses. If Byron is the Outsider, I have no intention of letting him live one second longer than necessary. I will take his charred corpse to Lady Necralia and blame his death on a misunderstanding."
He narrowed his eyes. "Jones will die. One way or another."
Chapter 16
MOLLY JONES took a deep breath as she watched her brother Byron returning to normal as he lay on the white chair.
As color returned to his face and lips, the female paramedic said, "This don't make no sense. Why's he seizing up off the chair?"
Molly pointed to the male paramedic. "You said you saw this before."
The paramedic winced. "Well, I mean, not me, personally. But there's this EMT forum online where some guy was talking about it. Said he had a job where they found some kid in a funny white chair. In a coma, no response. When they took him off the chair, he went into seizures and died. Nobody could figure out why. Somebody brought up the chair, said maybe it caused it."
He leaned down to examine the chair. "What is this thing?"
Molly shrugged. "I have no idea. I've never even seen it before today, and I was here just a couple days ago."
The female paramedic shook her head. "Well, we gotta get him off. This guy's stable now but he could crash anytime."
"No, no way." Molly stepped between the paramedics and Byron. "If this chair is keeping him alive, then he's staying on it until we find out what's wrong."
The paramedic flung her arms at him. "It can't be keeping him alive. It's just a chair with some wires."
"It doesn't matter either way." The male paramedic looked down at Molly. "We can't just stay here, ma'am. He needs a hospital. We're EMTs, not doctors."
Molly studied the calm face of her brother. "I don't care. Until I know what this thing is, all I know is taking him out of it will kill him, so he's staying in there."
The two paramedics looked at each other.
The female paramedic reached down to pick up her equipment. "Ma'am, since we're here, we can't determine whether the patient is capable of being released on his own. He looks like he's in serious trouble. At the very least, he's unconscious and we can't revive him. That means, legally we have to transport unless he or someone with legal guardianship can refuse--"
Molly blurted out, "I'm his legal guardian. I'm refusing medical transport on his behalf."
The paramedic rolled her eyes. "Seriously? We have to--"
"Hey." The male paramedic tapped her on the shoulder. "Go get the medical assistance release forms. I'll stay here."
The female paramedic grit her teeth before stomping out of the apartment.
When she was gone, the male paramedic sighed. "Okay, lady--"
"Molly."
"Molly, sure. I'm gonna say something, and you never heard me say it. Okay?"
She tightened her grip on her purse. "Right."
The male paramedic spread his hands. "I know you're not his guardian, but I'm not gonna fight it, because I understand. There's something going on here. I wish I could help you more with your brother, but I agree with you. He should stay."
She reached down to lift one of Byron's arms, and it felt warm but limp. "What do you think this is?"
The paramedic crouched down to look at the underside of Byron's arm. "I don't know. It's more like he's sleeping than comatose. Comas are usually caused by a traumatic head injury or a stroke. Could also be caused by a brain tumor, drugs or alcohol. It could even be an underlying illness, like diabetes or an infection."
He stood up. "If he's just unconscious, he could wake up on his own. But if it's a coma, we'd need to act fast to preserve life and brain function. He needs blood tests and a CT scan to find out what's causing the coma so he can get proper treatment. But we can't do any of that if we don't get him to a hospital."
She put Byron's arm back down. "I know. But if this chair is doing something, I want to know what it is before I risk taking him off of it."
The female paramedic returned carrying pieces of paper. "All right. Here we go."
Molly filled out the paperwork that basically confirmed she was refusing medical treatment and transport. She signed as Byron's guardian, and hoped it wouldn't go to court where she'd have to prove it.
The male paramedic took the papers and glanced over at Byron. "Good luck."
When the paramedics left, she ran over to get her smartphone from her purse, pulled up Google, and typed in "mysterious white chair." She found a lot of results, but nothing like what Byron lay in.
She needed to know what the chair was. Fast.
She lined up and took a picture of the white chair with her phone. Once she was done, she took out her USB cable from her purse that she kept to charge her phone and went over to Byron's computer. After putting his password in to unlock it, she plugged the phone into her computer and transferred the picture onto it.
Byron had GIMP on his computer, so she used the program to edit Byron out of the picture so it just showed the chair by itself. With that done, she went to Google to do a reverse image search. When she uploaded the photo, she selected the option to see visually similar images.
Hundreds of pictures of the chairs came up in the results. They all looked exactly like the one in Byron's living room. She took a deep breath, feeling hope that the answer lay out there, and clicked the first picture.
A website came up called "The Mysterious White Chairs." When she clicked on it, the first thing that loaded was a picture of the exact same chair sitting in Byron's living room.
She began to read.
The site had a forum along with a wiki, and she went to the wiki articles first. The more articles she r
ead, the more scared she became.
Chapter 17
WHEN THE prison cell had fallen silent, Saleeta sat up. She had laid in the darkness, waiting for the two humans to finish. They had taken far longer than most Nikora until she thought they would never stop. Now they lay still.
She kicked Elo and whispered. "Stay."
Elo just nodded. He wasn't bright, but he was obedient, which was why she bonded with him in the first place.
She crawled over to a corner of the cell. She tapped her claws in a pattern on the wooden planks of the wall, paused, and tapped again. The plank slipped back and up, exposing a hole leading into the darkness of night. She crawled through it.
Outside, she came up to find Captain Kurrs and two Death Troopers standing outside the prison building, as they did every night. She walked between them through the camp to the administrative building. Inside, they walked down the hallway to the commander's office.
Commander Skarr sat behind his desk, surrounded by his women. He spoke to the hologram of a disembodied head of another Necrosi hovering over his desk. "Of course, General Deth. Jones is secured."
The Necrosi general nodded. "Good. Pardon the delay in reaching you, but there's a nasty hyperstorm in the Bolden Sector, and we have to divert to deliver troops to Urito Prime, so we'll be arriving in a day or so. In the meantime, I want you to prepare the Firestorm detonator."
Skarr looked confused. "The Firestorm? I thought that was only meant to be used in an uprising. That would incinerate the planet's surface."
"Indeed. I'm well-aware of the use of the Firestorm. I have, shall we say, misgivings about our ability to control Jones."
"You want to destroy all life on Nikor for the sake of one man? What about our mining operation?"
Deth's head tilted to one side. "I'm sorry, I must have a bad connection. It seemed to me like you were questioning my orders."
Skarr drew himself up. "Of course not, general. I just wanted to, uh, ensure I understood you correctly. It will take several hours to engage the weapon. Your fleet will, of course, arrive in time to evacuate all Imperial personnel?"
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