My feet slamd against the ground. As I jumped off the trunk.
"Oh My God!" It was the first thing that ca out of my mouth in sync with the others as we saw the living conditions of the Scavenger Village.
I ca down from the truck, and I helped offload so of the food stuff and valuables in the trunk. Into a store house.
"Follow ." Elara said. And walked past with a hostile annoyed gait.
"I like her style but she’s too temperantal." Morgana murmured against my shoulder.
"No worries, I’ll handle this." I replied.
All eyes and attention was drawn towards us as we went inside the building.
Walking directly behind Elara, I felt the stares piercing into my body. I gave a warm look but hardly t eyes with anyone until we got to her office.
Seven of us and few of her most trusted crew mbers followed us in.
The blinking light bulb was running on generator power.
"So... explain yourselves especially you." She waited a second, knowing she had heard one of my team mber call my na, before she recalled. "Alex! What do you want from ?"
I took a step closer to her. "I’ve said it before, you’re the one I’m after." I said calmly. Then took a step back and trailed around the office like room.
"Why? You don’t know from adam." She replies.
"If I’m guessing right, it’s you who governs the Scavenger Village! I’m i right about that?"
"Yes I am." She replied.
"How long have you?"
"I’m the one asking the questions here, not you Alex." She agitatedly said.
"Fine, I apologize."
I took a mont to scan her as she raged.
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[New Conquest Target Acquired]
[Dominion System Alert]
[Pri Target Detected: Elara West — Dormant parasite planted]
[Age: 27yo]
[Compatibitily Rating: 93% (Exceptional)]
[Conception Confird — Twin Heirs (High Probability)]
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I could already sense Elara having interest in but didn’t want to be perceived as desperate.
"Let state my true claims before I proceed any further."
"From just walking through this place, with everything I’ve seen, I’ve been convinced to rebuild a city for you all."
"A place where you will flourish, And I’m here to give you a seed that would rule over this region under my Empire."
"Haha...Hah..Ahaha." Elara began laughing, her subjects followed.
"Is that what you’re here for?" She said, Jesting. "To have sex?!"
"Look around you, there are a lot of horny ladies. Different shapes and sizes, you have enough already you can’t just specifically want !" She opposes it.
"I’ll be here with you for as long as I have to be. Long enough to breed you and birth my heirs."
She looked around shocked. "I haven’t given approval to that."
"Aubrey! Inform Matilda to send troops of our developers, and machinery to this coordinate location."
"Ok.. sir." Aubrey imdiately turned on the radio to deliver the ssage.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Elara asked.
"I’m taking charge. But just for the anti. The governing is still left for you to take charge over but you need to accept my offer. I’m not purging the people, I want to liberate them."
"But under my leadership." I whispered.
"Where are we gonna lay down for the night?" Morgana randomly popped the question out since she was already drained.
"Let’s go."
Elara led the way to the a section that was broken and revealed the thunderous sky above.
"Where here."
"Where?" Morgana asked with disappointnt in her tone. She sighs and didn’t wait for Elara’s response, then started arranging her sleeping bag and tent.
The others followed her.
"But you!" She turned to her right and gave a deep stare. "You’re coming with ."
I followed her through the flickering markets and the stink of the ozone and walk ways.
Elara opened a secret door that led to a darkened corridor.
She switched the lights on and her eyes had promised sothing sharper than survival.
"Elara west" an undercut purple haired bitch, a slender waist and curves. She had the aesthetics of a tal bitch, a scar across her cheekbone like a data glitch, and a body that like it already knew how the night would end.
She didn’t speak much and niether did i since I remained curious to where she was taking to.
She gripped my hand and pulled towards the service elevator that slled of rust and old piss.
"We’re going to my ho." She said, voice low and amused. "Don’t expect luxury."
"Ohh for sure I’m not." I smiled.
The doors hissed open on the 12th sub-level.
Her living space was a single converted maintenance unit wedged between two rumbling coolant pipes.
Dim red ergency strips glowed along the walls. One whole side was a salvaged viewport looking out into the Dune Valleys, hips of buildings sank into the dirt.
A narrow bed was bolted to the far wall, covered in thermal blankets and single black sheet.
A small chemical stove, a locker that had an octopus dildo hanging in the corner, a scrap office chair.
Cables snaked across the ceiling like veins. The air humd with the low throb of the dune.
She locked the hatch behind us with a heavy clunk.
She turned around and her first sentence was nacingly vague.
"Strip," she said simply.
I raised an eyebrow. "No foreplay? I like how unpolished you are."
Elara smiled, slow and dangerous. "This is foreplay." She pulled off her rain-slick jacket, revealing a tight sh top that clung to her small, firm breast and the hard lines on her upper stomach.
Tattoos of different diagrams and drawings ran down her arms like a sleeve.
She kicked her boots off, then her short skirt, standing in nothing but purple panties and a fishnet stocking with that predatory stare.
I undressed frantically under her gaze. The room felt hotter already, the pipes groaning like they approved.
She crossed the small space in two steps, pushed back into the bunk and climbed on top of .
Her mouth found mine hungry, tasting faintly of synthetic strawberries and cigarette smoke.
Her tongue pushed in as her lips rolled once, grinning against my growing cock through the thin fabric between us.
I grabbed her ass, firm and warm, pulling her closer.
She bit my lower lip hard enough to draw a hiss.
"There’s sothing about you." She murmured against my throat, nipping the skin. " like a magnetic force that draws the wetness out off , anyti I look at you."
Her hands slid down, wrapping around my shaft, confidently stroking with just the right pressure. I groaned, bucking up into her fist.
"I thought you wanted to talk? And know more about how I sohow knew your na?" I growled, words breaking as she kept jerking my cock off.
She laughed softly, a dark, throaty sound, and leaned lower. "Shut up." She whispered.
Her tongue traced the underside of my cock before she took into her mouth in one smooth motion, lips tight, throat working.
The wet heat was overwhelming. I combed through her undercut purple hair as she bobbed.
Her dark berry lip gloss sared around my cock due to the wetness. Sucking hard, eyes locked on the whole ti. One hand pumping my base while the other cupped my balls.
Just when I thought I might lose it, she pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock as she stood up.
"Eat that pussy before you can have it." She said, crawling back up.
She straddled over again, in one fluid move, I moved her panties out the way, resting on her left ass cheek, glistening pussy already swollen with need.
Elara straddled my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my mouth.
My hands went up and cupped her breast as my tongue licked her wet pussy lips eagerly, circling her clit, pushing my tongue inside her.
She rode my face without sha, grinding down, moaning loudly as the pipes outside seed to match her rhythm.
Her hips twitched hard, she ca suddenly, violent — flooding my tongue with her release while she cursed in gutter slangs I barely understood.
She slid down my body, eyes wild.
She positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt inside her tight, pulsing heat.
"Fuck... yes," she breathed, head falling back.
The red ergency lights painted her small perky breasts and the circuit tattoos along her shoulder like living wire.
She stared slow, rolling her hips in deep circles, grinding her clit against with every movent.
Her inner walls fluttered and clenched. I reached up, pinching and tugging her nipples until she gasped.
The she leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, and fucked harder — slamming down, ass rippling with every impact.
The bunk creaked precariously. Sweat slicked our skin. The wet slap of her pussy taking every inch mixed with the village’s distinct roar.
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