Chapter 133: Chapter 128

There was something about the moment, the knowledge that I’d just gifted Rayna with the power of the suit, that left me quiet and introspective. We’d been partners since the beginning just a week ago, and this felt like a solid acknowledgement of the fact that all of us were in this together. 

The moment weighed heavy inside me, strong and meaningful. I strolled through the camp, not talking to anyone and not meeting anyone’s eyes until I was back outside Molls’ car. I knocked more than once, but she didn’t answer.

Her form appeared in the upstairs windows of my oversized greenhouse, and she waved cheerfully. A wall of tall, green plants blocked her from view as soon as she moved back. I walked to the mud-crete structure, leaning in the doorway.

Cube turned and faced me, a low growl sounding in the air.

“Yeah, hi to you too, Cube,” I muttered to the irritated little box.

A hatch clicked open above us, and Molls slid down the spiral stairs. 

“Oh no, you woke him, he just went down a couple hours ago.” She approached me, arms open, and we embraced. I leaned up, and we kissed, holding the moment. The mess I had made of Rayna and our affiliate washed away, and I found my oasis again.

“TIRED!” Cube shouted, breaking our embrace. Molls giggled and let go of me, turning to scoop up the little metal box.

He immediately began purring. Seemed to like everybody but me.

Molls cradled Cube and hummed a wordless tune while holding him up close to her throat. Within seconds, the box had quieted and begun emitting small snoring sounds. She set him down on a cloth dog bed on a new table in the middle of the room. It looked like black plastic, and I saw wires running from it to the walls and out the door.

The Nah’gh woman noticed me staring and held a finger to her lips, before turning to leave the room. In the doorway, she turned back and held her hand out to me, smiling gently.

I exhaled for what felt like the first time all day, stepped over to her, and took her hand. She guided me into the center room, and then up the spiral stairs to my bedroom. As I entered, I noticed the wave of heat that buffeted me first, followed closely by the pleasant smell of growing green plants.

There was a mirror on the ceiling, and a large, Florida king-sized pad on the floor, covered with sheets, blankets, and pillows. It took up most of the room. Molls slid aside and held the new door hatch for me, closing us into the sauna-like heat of the greenhouse.

There was a sliding wooden door on a track that could be used to close the greenhouse off from the rest of the bedroom, and contain most of its heat, but Molls had it wide open, and sunlight streamed into the room through leafy foliage, painting everything in golden green light.

Molls slowly turned pink as I took in the room. “I’m sorry, Tyson, I think I overstepped. I was just baby-sitting Cube to help out the hobbs and thought it might be nice to get your home set up a little.”

I stepped in close and leaned Molls back up against the wall, stopping her apologies with another, harder kiss. The pink in her scales flushed out to purple by the time we stopped to breathe.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Your oasis?” She asked, leaning into our embrace.

“My oasis,” I repeated.

Her tongue flicked out and back in, and a faint ripple of green flushed through her scales. “Have you been working with flesh-tape again?” she gently asked.

Tower rose in my mind, his skull-shaped face forming with steam billowing from his meat, spikes of bone sliding up to form a cage around his face. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. “Yeah, sorry. We got a package for Rayna today. Why don’t I go shower?”

Molls sighed and pushed off against the wall, trailing her fingertips across my forearm as she slid toward the greenhouse. It was filled with walls of leafy ferns, palms, and other various foliage. “I can’t tell you how much it means that you had this room built,” she said, looking over her shoulder toward me. “It makes me feel very welcome, very comfortable.”

I blinked and smiled. “That was my goal.”

A sudden tear formed and Molls turned away, stifling a sob.

I stopped, coming back into the room to slide my arm around her. “Did they take your robes away?”

She couldn’t speak without sobbing, I could see, but she nodded her head rapidly and wiped furiously at her tears.

I wrapped my arms around her, held her, and waited, saying nothing. Within a few seconds, she wrapped her tail around me and leaned her head over my shoulder, crying openly. I merely held her and rubbed my hand slowly along the scales on her back.

After a few minutes, she had calmed enough to speak, and we sat on the bed to talk.

“It all went in Dearth’s favor,” she explained. “They put the drug use on my record as reason for termination and I’m blackballed against being part of the church ever again. My mother fought so hard to get me into the priesthood, I didn’t know how to tell her. Just stared at her on the phone, crying until she figured it out.” The tall reptilian beauty used a bath sheet as her tissue, touching it to the corners of her eyes as oversized tears would form.

“We knew this was coming,” I offered with a shrug. “Probably doesn’t make it any easier though, huh?”

Molls scales flushed with yellow before reverting to a mix of red and pink. “It does,” she sighed. “And doesn’t. I was cheated out of something important to me, and to my family. And I’ve been forced to recognize the corruption in my former affiliate.” Her shoulders slumped. “It’s been a long, mostly bad week.”

“Mostly bad?” I asked.

Molls snorted a laugh. “Yes, mostly. Meeting you was a surprisingly pleasant part of my week.”

The mood was lifting from her already, her tears no longer flowed.

“What will you do for morties now?” I asked, leaning back against the wall.

“I don’t know, nothing for a while. I need time to think, to find my center again,” she sighed and unfurled her long body on the bed in a stretch. The tip of her tail reached all the way into the greenhouse.

I raised my eyebrows. “That sounds nice, you must have a comfortable stash in your personal account.”

Molls rolled her eyes. “Of course, my mother made sure of that. She sent me a massive account transfer the moment she heard of my termination. Went on the warpath with her own church contacts too. Wants me to come home, of course, keeps threatening to send our family ship to come get me.” She waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t want to talk about my mother.”

“That’s a shame, she sounds kinda nice,” I mumbled.

“Well, she’s not. Take my word for it,” Molls said, rolling her body to loom over my face. She flicked her tongue out briefly and grimaced again. The green in her scales washed out the red, and was closely followed by a wave of gleaming purple as her eyes roamed down my bare chest.

I laughed and stood up, moving back to the bathroom wall. “I know, I know, sorry.”

Molls smiled, widely. She slithered up to me and ducked in for another quick kiss. “Hurry up and shower,” she said, with a wink. The glittering purple Nah’gh woman slid toward the greenhouse again, drawing the zipper on her heated robe down and shrugging out of the garment.

I stared at her from the corner of the bathroom wall, to confirm that she wasn’t wearing anything under the robe, before darting into the shower.

A while later, between bouts of vigorous physical socializing, we talked. We talked endlessly about nothing. None of the huge things weighing on my mind mattered when I was with her, all I wanted to know about was her crazy childhood, her preference in food, intoxicants, music, all of it. I drained her of information, hungry to know her, as much as I could. We were hungry to explore each other’s bodies as well of course, which interfered as much as we wanted it to.

The infatuation was powerful.

Night began to fall as we lay in bed, her tail casually looped around my legs. We were still breathing hard and sweating from the most recent mutual conclusion, and in my post-coital bliss, I couldn’t stop thinking about BuyMort, of course.

“Molls?” I breathed.

“Mmm?” she moaned.

“What is BuyMort?” I asked.

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She slid upright and looked me in the eyes. “Why do you ask again?”

I shrugged and looked down. “Sorry, I just . . . I have to do something soon, and I need to know what you think BuyMort is again, before I do.”

She blinked and her head pulled away. “I’m not sure I understand. What do you have to do?”

I grimaced, sighed, and told her. “I have to reactivate my suit’s cranial repair function. I won’t survive Dearth without it, and I’m going soon, before they can attack us again, I hope.”

“Oh,” she said. Her body pulled closer again, and she pressed up against me. “You must be frightened.”

“Yeah,” I said, slipping an arm underneath her and pulling her closer against my chest. “I don’t know what will happen to me.”

She breathed out a little sigh of satisfaction. “I’ll stay with you,” she whispered in my ear. “I’ll help make sure you know you’re still you.”

“Thank you, Molls,” I said, muffled somewhat by her encroaching physical presence. Sex with her kind of never really seemed to end, regardless of how satisfying each time was. While we were in bed together, she primarily seemed to desire a great deal of physical contact, which regularly led to sex, of course. It was an intense, but comforting experience, very much unlike the few human women kind enough to grace me with their company throughout the years. None of them stood to this strange, beautiful, dangerous woman from another world.

She was worth dying for.

“Just, tell me what BuyMort is again, please,” I said again. Her gyrations ceased, but she didn’t pull away.

“BuyMort is the thread, our great connector. BuyMort brings us all together, gives us all purpose. BuyMort is life, Tyson,” she said. “I’ve told you all this.”

“No you’re life, Molls. I’m life. This, us, right here together in bed, this is life,” I sighed. I turned more fully to her, and pressed my hand against her breastplate, where I could feel her steady heartbeat. With my other hand, I pressed hers against my chest, to the left of the starfish device.

“This is life. This has nothing to do with BuyMort,” I said.

Her scales flushed with pink. “You asked,” she whispered.

Shame flooded through me. “I’m sorry Molls, forget all of it.” I rolled to kiss her again, and she slowly accepted the affection, wrapping her tail around my legs more firmly. Then she pressed my shoulders back down onto the pad and loomed over the top of me, the way she liked to do.

“Why does this torment you so?” she asked, staring me in the eyes.

I sighed and smiled. “I don’t understand it. Things I don’t understand bother me,” I said, smiling softly from one corner of my mouth. “I’m sorry Molls, really. I shouldn’t have brought it up, and I definitely shouldn’t have gone after you for it. BuyMort brought us together, and I’m grateful for that. I don’t need anything more than that.”

Her tail moved just so, and I squirmed at her touch. “You don’t?” she asked, a mock frown on her lips. “Are you sure?”

I grinned and rose to meet her lips, gripping her shoulders as we kissed and fell back to welcome distraction.

Hours later, my phone buzzed in the dark. I flipped it out to see Lee’s face and swiped to answer, keeping plain mud-crete behind my head. Molls was sound asleep at my side, her tail curled all around me.

Lee looked up at the camera and saw my face, then scowled and nodded. “It’s done. I’m to deliver you just outside their gates in two hours.”

“Thank you Lee,” I said.

He nodded, then closed the call. I dropped my phone and sighed. Molls shifted and raised her head, eyes lidded sleepily. “Is it time?” she yawned.

I nodded. “It is. Are you sure Molls? This might . . . not be pretty.”

She awoke more fully and shivered, before pulling the blanket over her shoulders and tucking in close to my chest. “I’m not letting you do this alone. I’m here for you.”

I nodded, and clutched her to me in a tight embrace. Her coils squeezed around my lower limbs in response. “Starfish suit,” I said to the night.

My cartoon popped up and peered at me, cocking its oddly shaped head to the side.

“Restore cranial repair function,” I told it, a cold dread in my chest. Molls squeezed my hand, and I closed my eyes.

“Damage detected user! Don’t worry, this will just take a second!” the cartoon jeered. A tendril began worming its way up my chest, into my neck, and further up. I felt it push against the back of my sinuses, then something inside my skull began to spin and the world went black.

“Tyson!” I swam out of the depths of unconsciousness and saw Molls eyes peering down at me. She was holding a towel to my chest, having caught the churned up brain matter with it. The cartoon starfish was still in the corner, dancing as usual.

“Repairs complete!” it chirped, before saluting me and vanishing.

“I think I’m okay,” I told Molls, blinking in disorientation.

“You stopped breathing,” she said. “I got scared.”

The world looked different, but just barely. 

Like everything got a slight upgrade in terms of clarity. 

I guess those traumatic brain injuries really messed with my eyes before the suit did its work. My senses were all just slightly cleared up. I hadn’t even noticed the tinnitus until it was gone, and the sudden silence was disorienting.

I shook my head and blinked a few times, getting used to the cleaner, clearer view, and sound profiles. My hearing was improved dramatically, I could hear a hobb crunching the gravel in the road outside the privacy mound, likely on patrol. I could hear Molls scales as they slid against the sheets.

The disorientation drove a spike of fear through my chest. I couldn’t tell if I was still me, and it felt different enough to send my mind spiraling. Had I died? Was I dead? Molls took my hands in hers and leaned up. “Hey, you’re okay. Look at me,” she said. The command was gentle, but not something I could ignore. I stared up into her eyes and she smiled. “You’re still you. You’re okay.”

I exhaled a shaky breath and nodded at her. She pressed her own body down against mine and kissed my lightly on the lips, before leaning her head against my chest and sighing. “You’re you, you’re okay.”

The strange clarity and my own fears were no match for her soothing voice, and out of a powerful desire to be free from my fear, I chose to believe her. Innocent, wise, naïve Molls, with her voracious sexual appetite and strange religion, was my chosen guide, and I believed her when she told me I was still myself.

My breathing stabilized and my heart slowed. “There you go, you’re okay. Remember your oasis,” she said, smiling up at me.

Her eyes were lidded sleepily, but her tail started moving in that specific way again.

I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her, before moving to extricate myself from her long, alluring body. “As much as I would love to do nothing but this for three days straight, I have something terrible to go do instead,” I said, turning back to look at her.

She sprawled out nude in my bed, unconcerned with covering herself. The night had cooled the room significantly, but there was plenty of residual heat in the mattress pad to keep the chill off from her.

“Hey,” I said, reaching a hand out. She raised her own and gripped mine, smiling up at me. “Thank you for fixing up my place. You’re welcome here anytime.”

Her gaze fell to my groin, and she grinned. “Well, I plan to hold you to that three day session, sometime soon. But, I think I’ll get dressed and get back to my den. It’s much warmer there at night.”

I smiled, enjoying the view for a few seconds before I leaned down and kissed the back of her hand. “Gotta run. I’ll see you soon, I hope.”

She was still smiling at me, her tail undulating around her naked form, as I grabbed my pants and left through the hatch.

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