Chapter 140: Chapter 136

“So, where are we again?” Piper asked as she, Cait and Curie joined Sev as they exited the teleporter into an unfamiliar circular room. The ceiling was slightly dome-shaped, and there were no windows or doors to be seen. The only way in or out was the teleport beacon at the center of the room. It was a bare, cold place of about fifty feet in diameter, though not as stuffy as Piper expected considering the space. Sev probably installed hidden ventilation and other stuff.

 

Cait was grinning as she surveyed the place. “So this is where we’ll be chained up for the rest of our lives as sex slaves?” Her enslavement fetish hadn’t changed one bit, but at least the redhead kept it as an inside joke amongst themselves. Bad taste, and all that.

 

“No,” Sev replied calmly, though there was something in his smile and the twinkle in his eyes. “This is the result of a shitton of work and classified research.”

 

“What, this room?” Piper asked with a raised eyebrow. 

 

Sev nodded and his hands gestured in the air. “Yeah. The requirements for the ritual were very specific.” After the silent looks from the three of them, Sev’s smile just grew instead of answering the unasked question.

 

“You’ll figure it out. For now though, let’s have some fun. Eva, disable the teleporter.” He created some green Tiberium crystals as the AI complied, and placed them in small recesses on the floor that Piper only just noticed. Even as the first crystal was set, the silent thrum of power filled the air and sent a tingle up her spine. The curved walls gave off a cool blue glow, revealing markings and designs that Piper was vaguely acquainted with.

 

Curie and Nat could probably make better guesses, seeing how they spent more time in the occult stuff.

 

After he was done with placing the crystals, Sev returned his attention back to the girls and grinned. Their clothes were torn off in a flash, the cool air making Piper shiver as much as the delightful anticipation of what’s to come. As she floated in the air towards Sev, a faint, warm itch in her belly told her that the arousal tattoos were activated, and it was further confirmed when Sev’s strong hands pulled her in for a deep kiss.

 

The teen would’ve cum violently just from having his strong arms around her and his tongue in her mouth if not for the updates in the tattoo’s design. Sev’s touch would greatly incite her lust, but she’d only ever get release once he decided she deserved it. It made for very interesting nights recently as he found new ways to play with his girls. Maybe once they got him to embrace his more dominant side, he’d finally agree to collar them.

 

For now though, Sev had Piper, Cait and Curie pressed against him, giving each long, loving kisses as his hands roamed across their bodies. While Curie was panting heavily, Cait was already a whimpering wreck. Piper herself was somewhere between the two as she rubbed herself against her man’s body, feeling her leaking juices smear against him.

 

“It’s your turn, right?” Sev asked rhetorically as his fingers slipped into Piper’s dripping slit. The girl let out a sharp moan, her body bucking into him as the spike of pleasure churned her already fuck-drunk mind. There was a strangled noise of frustration as he stopped, the warm digits barely in her.

 

Piper managed to nod dumbly, uncaring that her mouth was slightly agape and drooling as she fucked herself against his fingers. “Yes. Yes please… Please?” She whined and whimpered and begged without restraint, fuelled by the lust straining in her. An invisible push saw Piper sliding down, her drooling mouth opened wide to take in Sev’s cock before her knees hit the ground.

 

The arousal tattoos made her tongue and throat receive pleasure just like her needy cunt and clit. Shoving the throbbing shaft down her throat made Piper feel almost as fulfilled as having it deep in her pussy. Almost. But if Sev wanted his dick down her throat, the girl was happy to serve. He fed her hot cum after a long series of choking and gagging, the feeling of thick seed going down her throat as stimulating as having it plugged.

 

Piper was then floating up again, her legs pushed apart. As she was levitated into position, a glance showed Cait and Curie moaning and writhing in the air with Sev’s fingers playing with them. She watched her friends slowly descend to the ground with blank stares as their lover, their master, ended the teasing to focus his full attention on Piper.

 

Sev’s hands grabbed her hips and in a fluid motion, he plunged his ever-hard cock deep into her. Piper almost blacked out from the ecstasy of her climax, her body trembling in the air as she got fucked. She wanted to thank him, wanted to tell him to keep fucking her, wanted to say how much she loved him, but all the fuck-drunk Piper could manage were incoherent noises mixed in her moans and cries. She was barely aware of herself amidst the thick fog of lust and fulfillment, having no control over her body as her orgasm continued to wrack her with wondrous agony.

 

The fucking that followed became a blur, like snatches of a happy, half-remembered dream.

 

When clarity slowly returned, Piper was on the ground and gasping for breath, her throat and pussy aching as proof of Sev’s very thorough use. At least this time she could recall more glimpses of her time as a cocksheathe. To her side, Curie’s eyes were wide and dilated, still too fucked silly. Cait was in Sev’s arms, howling wildly as his hips pistoned in and out of her dripping cunt. The session was finally over when he was done with the redhead, leaving her shaking as his cum spilled out of her in a sloppy mess.

 

They took a while catching their breaths and regaining their sense of selves, with Sev looking over them as usual with his proud smile. His dick was still hard and slick with the girls’ juices, but Sev would let it deflate later. Probably just in case Cait tries getting snarky again.

 

The room was still bathed in the blue glow as the girls slowly got up on wobbly legs, and Piper couldn’t resist asking the obvious as she got on her clothes and Sev repaired them. “So, what else happened while you enjoyed us?”

 

Sev gave his annoying ‘mysterious’ smirk. “We probably spent a good two hours here,” he said.

 

“Uh huh.” That was nothing new. Piper would be surprised if he could be satisfied within anything less. “And…?”

 

He picked up the now faded Tiberium crystals in response, and the room reverted back to its sterile white lighting. The eldritch current in the room dissipated smoothly. “Eva?” Sev called, looking up to the ceiling out of habit.

 

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“Yes Sev?”

 

“What time is it?”

 

“Nine twenty-three, Sev.”

 

Piper blinked, and then shared a confused look with Cait and Curie. “So you fucked us until morning?” Cait voiced.

 

“Incorrect,” Eva returned on Sev’s behalf. “It has only been approximately six minutes since the teleport beacon was disabled.”

 

Three pair of eyes turned to Sev who wore a stupid grin on his face. “Finally got to dilate time safely,” he simply explained. 

 

“You’ve successfully achieved chronomancy?” Curie exclaimed despite her exhaustion. Piper blinked again, trying to grasp the string of words they both just uttered. Chrono- 

 

Holy shit. Sev slowed time?

 

“Yup,” he answered “So, since the night’s still young… Round two? I can get a healing arch up if you need it.” 

 

*****

 

Sweeping along the northern waterways, the Nexus seemed unstoppable as it devoured more of the wasteland. And it was very thorough in its advance, resulting in very little actual intel leaking out other than propaganda spread by traders and the rambling of broken men.

 

The lack of solid information was the biggest problem to the Enclave forces of Ithaca, New York. Bad enough that contact was lost with other bunkers and forts in the east, but more than a dozen operatives had not returned from their infiltration attempts, and even straying too close to the borders resulted in the base’s best scout teams being lost to the metal horde.

 

Which was why special agent Elliot Lindsay was forced to rough it out in the wasteland at a fuck-far distance from any Nexus activity and squinting through the telescope in an attempt to glean anything useful from the glinting dots he spied. So far, other than the notorious Sentinels, Strigoi and Centurion robot forms, nothing new was seen as the metal legion smothered a super mutant encampment just outside Albany.

 

Another fucking day wasted out in the hellhole.

 

Sighing, Elliot did his duty and kept watching the complete eradication of the brutes, speaking into a tape recorder that compiled his findings. “...as usual, the Nexus forces make short work of the camp’s defenses. The newer batches of EMP weapons show no noticeable effect in slowing the robots down. As always, super mutants are crippled and captured. Nexus air transports sighted, and should be landing within minutes. No deviation in the Nexus’ SOP thus far.”

 

Deactivating the recorder, the Enclave agent then quickly stowed away his gear with practiced ease and began legging it before the robots began expanding again. At their constant rate of advance, he hoped that the super mutant horde the higher ups were puppeting would be prepared enough to last more than just a few minutes. At the very least, they should annoy the Nexus enough that they brought out the big guns. Even Elliot was curious about the rumors of robots dwarfing Liberty Prime.

 

If such a thing truly existed, at least it’d give the agent more time to prepare his defection.

 

He reached his hidden transport and hastily cleared the rotting foliage and scrap metal from the motorcycle. Keeping an eye to the evening skies for any possible Sentinels, Elliot made a speedy retreat back to the next observation point. As fast as the Nexus moved, their methodical thoroughness meant that he could maintain a safe distance with his bike, so long as the fusion core didn’t shake loose (it can’t anymore, not after Elliot taped the damned thing in place, safety precautions be damned).

 

Reaching the foot of a hill, Elliot got into the rhythm of hiding his bike, and then hiking up to a pre-prepared spot to set up his telescope and camping essentials. He endured the mulch that was his water-cooked MRE and kept to his water rations. Fuck the scientists and their water recylcling kit, he wasn’t as kinky or desperate to drink his own piss, however purified, anytime soon.

 

A quick peek before he slept showed the many pinpricks of light from the sprawling camps of the great super mutant army behind his position, while out in the direction of the enemy, there was nothing but darkness. So no nighttime push this time around, which meant Elliot should enjoy all the sleep he could get tonight. As always, he carefully set up the pressure pads under his sleeping bag. Just in case the robots somehow found him and came to drag him away, the explosives would theoretically offer a quick end to Elliot, as well as erase the information he carried with him.

 

He wasn’t suicidal, but after hearing so many stories from passing traders, and seeing super mutants and raiders being crippled, Elliot had weighed his options and preferred death than whatever eternal hell that awaited him.

 

Elliot fell to sleep too early to notice the air above him shift and deform as his almost-invisible observer repositioned to get a less obscured view on the agent.

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