Pantheon Interludes - Raquel and Kali
Yep, them again. What can I say? The muse likes them. ;)
This wasn't what I'd intended to write next - or at all, really - but I swear the plotbunnies teamed up to make sure this one got at me unhindered. ;)
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Kali didn't sigh, but only because her training taught her that there was no use wasting energy over something she couldn't change, and that patience was important in her line of work.
Still, though, this was taking a bit longer then she'd thought.
She'd already made some progress in reading her book, and a quick mental calculation told her that she'd be finished long before the file transfer was. Uselessly, she wished she'd brought more then one, but there had only been so much extra room in her bag.
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The first time she'd caught her eyelids starting to droop she'd forced herself awake, then killed some time by setting up a security perimeter to let herself know if anyone was even getting close to where she was, and scoured the tiny shack for any surveillance devices.
Amazingly, even after an hour's search, she couldn't turn up a single hidden camera or microphone. Clearly, secrecy had been intended to be this place's primary defense, and anyone who had the codes to get in would be considered an authorized person.
When she actually started nodding off, she decided this was getting ridiculous. Like all the Pantheon children, she could go for a while without sleep if she needed to. That did, unfortunately, start to catch up with you after a while, and when there was so little to engage her - the book she'd brought wasn't even all THAT interesting - well...
She needed something else to do.
Or maybe not some thing...
Closing her book and setting it aside, she moved forward and studied her computer. Since she'd hooked the DEBS computer up to the Centre information tap (or whatever the hell it was called) directly, all hers was doing just then was monitoring and telling her how agonizingly slow it was going. So using it for something else, she decided, should be fine.
Making sure not to interrupt anything else, she removed her borrowed comm and linked it to the computer, then set to hacking into the DEBS network.
That, in and of itself, was surprisingly easy. What was harder was gaining access to their transporter, especially since she suspected that Se- Amy had upgraded their security a little.
But using the comm had let her slip by a large number of security protocols and firewalls - she made a mental note to talk to Amy about that later, and tell her she should be doing a little more then they'd evidently let her - and eventually she was in.
All that was left was to scroll through the DEBS roster and find the one name she was looking for, then set up a site-to-site transport, hit enter, and sit back to wait.
Moments later, a rather surprised-looking Raquel materialized near the middle of the tiny room.
Judging by her positioning, as well as the pen she had poised to write on a non-existent surface, she'd either been sitting in class, or doing homework in her room. Oops. Ah, well. Nothing to be done about it now.
Raquel crashed to the ground, surprised to find the chair she'd been sitting on was suddenly, inexplicably gone, with a yelp of pain.
"Sorry 'bout that," a hauntingly familiar voice said from behind her. She was instantly on her feet and spinning around. Sure enough, there was Kali, sitting on the ground near a... big metal... something. She looked around, taking in her new surroundings for the first time. It looked like they were inside a small, wooden shack somewhere... which was in desperate need of some cleaning. "What's going on?" she asked uncertainly.
"I'm bored. Entertain me."
Raquel gaped. "What?"
"I said, I'm bor-"
"I heard what you said," she interrupted. "But... what?!"
"It's a fairly self-explanatory statement," Kali replied. "Don't worry. If anyone asks, you're helping me complete a vital part of the mission to take down The Centre."
"By... entertaining you."
"As Amy can tell you, a bored Kali is never a good thing."
"Clearly." Raquel shook her head at the baffling situation she'd somehow found herself in. "Where are we, anyway?"
"Somewhere in England."
Raquel lit up. "Can we go see London before we have to go back? I love London!"
"We'll see." She crossed her arms and smirked. "At the moment, I'm not feeling terribly inclined to do any such thing."
Raquel's lips quirked into a smile. "Well, if you put it like that..." She hesitated as she looked around. "This place is kind of... filthy, though."
Kali rose to her feet. "Then let's step outside, shall we?"
As before, there was absolutely no one anywhere around. If this road was used at all, it was obviously much later in the day. And even with the time difference between England and California, it was still early. The only available light was from the moon and stars. It was enough to see by, though.
"Wow," Raquel murmured. "You don't get nights like this back in LA."
"I'll bet," Kali replied, her tone making it clear she didn't really care.
Raquel perched herself up on the hood of Kali's rental car and crossed her legs, looking rather fetching in her DEBS uniform. She spread her arms in a gesture that unmistakably said 'Here I am, come get me'.
Kali crawled up onto the hood and over Raquel, straddling her hips and seizing her lips in a kiss that swiftly melted any inhibitions Raquel may have had left. The younger girl moaned and shifted, and Kali felt a flicker of amusement mixed with lust when she noted that her legs certainly weren't crossed now.
A few buttons went flying as Raquel's shirt was torn open. Only Kali noticed, and neither of them cared. Kali's own shirt was much easier to tug off. After another solid minute of kissing, bras were summarily dispatched. Which, in Raquel's case, meant also torn open.
Kali made a mental note to make sure she beamed Raquel back to her dorm room when they were done.
Raquel made an absolutely lovely purring sound in the back of her throat when Kali's mouth eventually worked its way down to her breasts. Her hands, however, seemed to have minds of their own. One was tangled up in Kali's hair, while the other snuck inside her pants. Kali moaned quietly when several slender fingers slipped inside her and went to work, and she reflexively increased the speed and severity of the attention she was giving Raquel's breasts.
Raquel hardly seemed to object.
When Raquel's thumb brushed over her clit, the orgasm actually surprised her. Evidently, her body had been ready for this long before her mind decided to give in.
Raquel made a disappointed sound when she raised her head. When she tugged Raquel's hand up to her face and sucked her fingers clean one by one without ever breaking eye contact, though, that sound became a lustful moan.
Kali permitted herself a smile. It was always nice to know she had that affect on people.
Judging by her squirming, that lust was clearly getting the better of her. "Something you want?" Kali asked innocently.
Raquel glared. "Nayana, if you don't fuck me right now..."
Kali mock gasped in shock. "Such language!"
There was a quiet growl beneath her.
She laughed. "You really do need to learn more patience, you know?"
"I'm going to be learning how to hide a body if you don't do something, soon!"
Still laughing, she crawled backward. Impatient Raquel was far too cute - and seemed to make her grow something of a spine - but Very Obviously Sated Raquel was even more so.
Besides, this had always been her favorite part of being with another woman.
She didn't bother removing Raquel's panties, simply pulling them aside after shoving her skirt up. She smiled internally at the shout that came when her tongue slid into Raquel's pussy.
While she typically treated sex as a tool (when she was on missions) or just something to do (on very rare occasions when her body might need it, or when, like now, she was bored and it seemed like a good idea), she'd found that some things might be better with a man, but oral was not one of them.
Raquel thrashed and shouted a mix of Spanish and English into the still English night, leaning against the windshield of a rented car parked on the side of the road while Kali had one foot on the ground and continued to expertly eat her out. (Which was a phrase that had confused the hell out of Kali the first time she'd heard it, but that was neither here nor there.)
Raquel's hips soon began to buck in an increasingly familiar way, and sure enough, she soon climaxed with a loud cry.
Kali, however, did not stop.
The Spanish profanity (after initially becoming distinctly incredulous) began to edge out the English, and soon she was just managing a few words in Spanish between incoherent cries as Kali took her through two more orgasms, only stopping when Raquel finally managed to choke out the word. She lay there on the car, limp as a wet noodle, her shirt torn open, her tie resting between her bare breasts, her skirt pushed above her waist, and her panties still not quite on right, and didn't seem to care about any of it.
"Why do I never have a camera when I want one?" Kali mused quietly as she climbed the rest of the way off the car and stood there, looking down at her handiwork.
Raquel was too busy panting for breath to even register the question, let alone come up with an answer.
Judging by her shiver, however, she did hear Kali say, "Let me know when you've gotten a bit of your energy back, hmm? You still have a bit more entertaining to do."
"....evil...."
Kali snorted. "Oh, that's not 'evil'. I could show you 'evil'," she said, reaching forward...
...Only to jerk awake when her book finally slipped from her grasp and hit her lap before falling off to the side.
She groaned at herself, unable to believe she'd actually fallen asleep. Sure, she'd taken precautions so that she could, but still...
She didn't even want to think about the dream.
Of course, that was a bit hard when her body told her that it hadn't quite had enough, yet, and she found that her right hand had somehow slipped inside her panties while she'd been asleep.
Her fingers seemed to continue on autopilot, and she squirmed and shifted as sensations raced throughout her body. She didn't stop to think about it for once - though, if she had, she probably would have done the same thing anyway. Her other hand slipped under her shirt, pushed up her bra, and began fondling her nipples. Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, telling her that she'd been close when she'd woken up.
She was almost mortified when she actually let out a yell when she finally got off, even if there wasn't anyone around for miles in any direction. She never did that.
This, she decided as she straightened her clothing, was all Amy's fault. Damn her and her constantly trying to make there be something where there was, in fact, nothing.
She checked the display on the computer.
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Sighing, she picked her book back up and flipped back to where she'd left off, ignoring the fact that it was now a bit torn and dirty. It was almost too bad she wasn't likely to be able to fall back asleep. That had eaten up a lot of her waiting time. And, despite what Amy might think, that was the only reason she was disappointed. Even though that dream had been a nice change of pace from her usual nightmares. She did not want to dream anymore about Raquel.
Really.
Well, that was fun to write. *grins* And now that the porn gods are (hopefully) appeased, I'll see what I can do about getting a chapter of Sensory Pleasure out next.
This wasn't what I'd intended to write next - or at all, really - but I swear the plotbunnies teamed up to make sure this one got at me unhindered. ;)
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Kali didn't sigh, but only because her training taught her that there was no use wasting energy over something she couldn't change, and that patience was important in her line of work.
Still, though, this was taking a bit longer then she'd thought.
She'd already made some progress in reading her book, and a quick mental calculation told her that she'd be finished long before the file transfer was. Uselessly, she wished she'd brought more then one, but there had only been so much extra room in her bag.
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The first time she'd caught her eyelids starting to droop she'd forced herself awake, then killed some time by setting up a security perimeter to let herself know if anyone was even getting close to where she was, and scoured the tiny shack for any surveillance devices.
Amazingly, even after an hour's search, she couldn't turn up a single hidden camera or microphone. Clearly, secrecy had been intended to be this place's primary defense, and anyone who had the codes to get in would be considered an authorized person.
When she actually started nodding off, she decided this was getting ridiculous. Like all the Pantheon children, she could go for a while without sleep if she needed to. That did, unfortunately, start to catch up with you after a while, and when there was so little to engage her - the book she'd brought wasn't even all THAT interesting - well...
She needed something else to do.
Or maybe not some thing...
Closing her book and setting it aside, she moved forward and studied her computer. Since she'd hooked the DEBS computer up to the Centre information tap (or whatever the hell it was called) directly, all hers was doing just then was monitoring and telling her how agonizingly slow it was going. So using it for something else, she decided, should be fine.
Making sure not to interrupt anything else, she removed her borrowed comm and linked it to the computer, then set to hacking into the DEBS network.
That, in and of itself, was surprisingly easy. What was harder was gaining access to their transporter, especially since she suspected that Se- Amy had upgraded their security a little.
But using the comm had let her slip by a large number of security protocols and firewalls - she made a mental note to talk to Amy about that later, and tell her she should be doing a little more then they'd evidently let her - and eventually she was in.
All that was left was to scroll through the DEBS roster and find the one name she was looking for, then set up a site-to-site transport, hit enter, and sit back to wait.
Moments later, a rather surprised-looking Raquel materialized near the middle of the tiny room.
Judging by her positioning, as well as the pen she had poised to write on a non-existent surface, she'd either been sitting in class, or doing homework in her room. Oops. Ah, well. Nothing to be done about it now.
Raquel crashed to the ground, surprised to find the chair she'd been sitting on was suddenly, inexplicably gone, with a yelp of pain.
"Sorry 'bout that," a hauntingly familiar voice said from behind her. She was instantly on her feet and spinning around. Sure enough, there was Kali, sitting on the ground near a... big metal... something. She looked around, taking in her new surroundings for the first time. It looked like they were inside a small, wooden shack somewhere... which was in desperate need of some cleaning. "What's going on?" she asked uncertainly.
"I'm bored. Entertain me."
Raquel gaped. "What?"
"I said, I'm bor-"
"I heard what you said," she interrupted. "But... what?!"
"It's a fairly self-explanatory statement," Kali replied. "Don't worry. If anyone asks, you're helping me complete a vital part of the mission to take down The Centre."
"By... entertaining you."
"As Amy can tell you, a bored Kali is never a good thing."
"Clearly." Raquel shook her head at the baffling situation she'd somehow found herself in. "Where are we, anyway?"
"Somewhere in England."
Raquel lit up. "Can we go see London before we have to go back? I love London!"
"We'll see." She crossed her arms and smirked. "At the moment, I'm not feeling terribly inclined to do any such thing."
Raquel's lips quirked into a smile. "Well, if you put it like that..." She hesitated as she looked around. "This place is kind of... filthy, though."
Kali rose to her feet. "Then let's step outside, shall we?"
As before, there was absolutely no one anywhere around. If this road was used at all, it was obviously much later in the day. And even with the time difference between England and California, it was still early. The only available light was from the moon and stars. It was enough to see by, though.
"Wow," Raquel murmured. "You don't get nights like this back in LA."
"I'll bet," Kali replied, her tone making it clear she didn't really care.
Raquel perched herself up on the hood of Kali's rental car and crossed her legs, looking rather fetching in her DEBS uniform. She spread her arms in a gesture that unmistakably said 'Here I am, come get me'.
Kali crawled up onto the hood and over Raquel, straddling her hips and seizing her lips in a kiss that swiftly melted any inhibitions Raquel may have had left. The younger girl moaned and shifted, and Kali felt a flicker of amusement mixed with lust when she noted that her legs certainly weren't crossed now.
A few buttons went flying as Raquel's shirt was torn open. Only Kali noticed, and neither of them cared. Kali's own shirt was much easier to tug off. After another solid minute of kissing, bras were summarily dispatched. Which, in Raquel's case, meant also torn open.
Kali made a mental note to make sure she beamed Raquel back to her dorm room when they were done.
Raquel made an absolutely lovely purring sound in the back of her throat when Kali's mouth eventually worked its way down to her breasts. Her hands, however, seemed to have minds of their own. One was tangled up in Kali's hair, while the other snuck inside her pants. Kali moaned quietly when several slender fingers slipped inside her and went to work, and she reflexively increased the speed and severity of the attention she was giving Raquel's breasts.
Raquel hardly seemed to object.
When Raquel's thumb brushed over her clit, the orgasm actually surprised her. Evidently, her body had been ready for this long before her mind decided to give in.
Raquel made a disappointed sound when she raised her head. When she tugged Raquel's hand up to her face and sucked her fingers clean one by one without ever breaking eye contact, though, that sound became a lustful moan.
Kali permitted herself a smile. It was always nice to know she had that affect on people.
Judging by her squirming, that lust was clearly getting the better of her. "Something you want?" Kali asked innocently.
Raquel glared. "Nayana, if you don't fuck me right now..."
Kali mock gasped in shock. "Such language!"
There was a quiet growl beneath her.
She laughed. "You really do need to learn more patience, you know?"
"I'm going to be learning how to hide a body if you don't do something, soon!"
Still laughing, she crawled backward. Impatient Raquel was far too cute - and seemed to make her grow something of a spine - but Very Obviously Sated Raquel was even more so.
Besides, this had always been her favorite part of being with another woman.
She didn't bother removing Raquel's panties, simply pulling them aside after shoving her skirt up. She smiled internally at the shout that came when her tongue slid into Raquel's pussy.
While she typically treated sex as a tool (when she was on missions) or just something to do (on very rare occasions when her body might need it, or when, like now, she was bored and it seemed like a good idea), she'd found that some things might be better with a man, but oral was not one of them.
Raquel thrashed and shouted a mix of Spanish and English into the still English night, leaning against the windshield of a rented car parked on the side of the road while Kali had one foot on the ground and continued to expertly eat her out. (Which was a phrase that had confused the hell out of Kali the first time she'd heard it, but that was neither here nor there.)
Raquel's hips soon began to buck in an increasingly familiar way, and sure enough, she soon climaxed with a loud cry.
Kali, however, did not stop.
The Spanish profanity (after initially becoming distinctly incredulous) began to edge out the English, and soon she was just managing a few words in Spanish between incoherent cries as Kali took her through two more orgasms, only stopping when Raquel finally managed to choke out the word. She lay there on the car, limp as a wet noodle, her shirt torn open, her tie resting between her bare breasts, her skirt pushed above her waist, and her panties still not quite on right, and didn't seem to care about any of it.
"Why do I never have a camera when I want one?" Kali mused quietly as she climbed the rest of the way off the car and stood there, looking down at her handiwork.
Raquel was too busy panting for breath to even register the question, let alone come up with an answer.
Judging by her shiver, however, she did hear Kali say, "Let me know when you've gotten a bit of your energy back, hmm? You still have a bit more entertaining to do."
"....evil...."
Kali snorted. "Oh, that's not 'evil'. I could show you 'evil'," she said, reaching forward...
...Only to jerk awake when her book finally slipped from her grasp and hit her lap before falling off to the side.
She groaned at herself, unable to believe she'd actually fallen asleep. Sure, she'd taken precautions so that she could, but still...
She didn't even want to think about the dream.
Of course, that was a bit hard when her body told her that it hadn't quite had enough, yet, and she found that her right hand had somehow slipped inside her panties while she'd been asleep.
Her fingers seemed to continue on autopilot, and she squirmed and shifted as sensations raced throughout her body. She didn't stop to think about it for once - though, if she had, she probably would have done the same thing anyway. Her other hand slipped under her shirt, pushed up her bra, and began fondling her nipples. Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, telling her that she'd been close when she'd woken up.
She was almost mortified when she actually let out a yell when she finally got off, even if there wasn't anyone around for miles in any direction. She never did that.
This, she decided as she straightened her clothing, was all Amy's fault. Damn her and her constantly trying to make there be something where there was, in fact, nothing.
She checked the display on the computer.
72.338%
Sighing, she picked her book back up and flipped back to where she'd left off, ignoring the fact that it was now a bit torn and dirty. It was almost too bad she wasn't likely to be able to fall back asleep. That had eaten up a lot of her waiting time. And, despite what Amy might think, that was the only reason she was disappointed. Even though that dream had been a nice change of pace from her usual nightmares. She did not want to dream anymore about Raquel.
Really.
Well, that was fun to write. *grins* And now that the porn gods are (hopefully) appeased, I'll see what I can do about getting a chapter of Sensory Pleasure out next.