The Gathering Storm

The small light in the distance darted like a firefly between the twilight sky and the blackness of the horizon. Raul watched his ship’s RADAR as the light tracked across the heavens. He looked out of the pilothouse window at Gloria perched on the bow looking like a silver hood ornament.

Her meter long swim fins hung over the edge of the boat as she intertwined her arms above her head and stretched. She lowered her hands and clasped them behind her back, dropped her head to her knees, and lifted her arms exposing her round bottom gift wrapped in a Bare Necessities one piece bathing suit. Raul studied his siren in the ruching style black Miratex fabric with strategically placed mesh panels.

“By Zeus, she’s going to give me an aneurysm if she keeps that up,” Raul mumbled to himself as he strained to take in the erotic view on the bow of his ship.

Raul touched his throat mic and warned Gloria to get ready to jump into the ink-black water to find the payload dropped by the drone.

“Package inbound. Two minutes.”

“She can’t keep doing this to me, dammit. I’ve got to convince her to quit this relentless hunt for errant Cybrids and stay with me.” Raul’s mutterings were a hopeless encouragement to the figure framed in the glass of his pilothouse. He knew better than to ask Gloria for such a favor.

The light dipped down, and a dark shape raced toward the ship.  Fifty meters out, a splash behind the drone appeared as it flew over the top of the vessel, its thrust engines vibrating in Raul’s chest leaving the two Dragons in silence as it arched out over the sky.

“Touchdown. Give me a radio check before you go.”  Raul watched as Gloria gave him a thumbs up and then twisted to fall backward into the water. She held her mask with one hand and waved at Raul as she went over the side.

Raul walked to the bow where Gloria had slipped into the sea and looked down into the water. Her shimmering figure glowed under the rippled surface of the water.

“Come on in love, the water’s fine.” Gloria hung suspended in the water on her back and beckoned to Raul under the water.

“I will as soon as you bring my bon voyage package back to me, dear.  Be a sweetheart and keep warm for me and please hurry back.”

The bright image rolled over and darted away. Raul watched on his handheld viewer as Gloria’s sonar return closed on the dot drifting in the underwater currents of the sea.

“I’ve got it on my wrist viewer,”  Gloria reported as her faint light moved under the water’s surface toward the blip on Raul’s screen.

Raul tapped the screen on his viewer and instructed the ship to set a bearing toward a point 20 feet away from the intercept point. He watched the screen as the boat moved to the pick-up position to retrieve the package and Gloria.

“I’ve got it.” Gloria sounded relieved, her voice husky from her labored breath.

Raul halted the ship and ordered it to hold the position.

“Come on up and we’ll celebrate your find.”

“And what reward do I get from my captain for a job well done,” Gloria asked as she swam toward the surface next to the ship.”

“I think you earned your favorite treat with this accomplishment, my love,” Raul said with a hint of pleasure.

“Oh, you made coffee?”

“That too,” Raul replied.

There was a muffled laugh then Raul heard, “ your dirty talk is making me wet.”

“You appear completely soaked, my dear.” Raul chuckled.

Gloria’s teasing voice whispered promises in his earpiece and sent chills down his back, raising the hair on his arms.

Raul leaned over the ship’s side to throw the rope ladder over for Gloria. He watched as she swam just below the surface toward him. Her skin reflected the blue twilight and glowed in the darkness illuminating a halo around her body. Raul thought of the sirens of ancient mythology singing to a ship’s captain luring him and the crew to the hazards of the sea. In Gloria’s case, he shipwrecked himself in her arms without hesitation.

His Siren threw up the loose coils of a thin rope, which Raul wrapped in the friction wheel of his winch he used to bring pallets of cargo aboard. He started the winch motor and went to help Gloria climb on board.

Raul handed her a towel and forgot about the winch as she dried herself. Gloria leaned against him as he reached for her. Her lips closed over his as she pressed herself against his body. The towel dropped to the deck as the pod slammed into the winch.

“I think your winch is unhappy.” Gloria eased away from the aroused Dragon as his eyes followed her with the ravenous look that caught her breath and made her heart pound with anticipation.

“I’ll get cleaned up while you break down the package. Don’t keep me waiting too long.” Gloria turned and headed down the passageway to the door that led to the captain’s suite.

Raul hurried with the task of opening the pod and taking out all the gear. He put the container in the forward storage compartment and the fins, towel, and gear in a net bag. He threw the bag over his shoulder and hummed a salty sailor’s ditty as he made his way below decks.

A few minutes later, Raul dumped the contents of the bag on the table in the galley and sorted out the weapons, ammo, and other gear. He put the swim fins away and hung up the towel then went to work on making coffee just the way his Siren liked it.

Raul poured the coffee in an insulated decanter just as Gloria walked in wearing her favorite oversized t-shirt and merino wool thigh socks. Her damp hair hung in loose strands with lazy twists ending in needle sharp points. Her eyes glowed in the dull light of the galley matching the luminescence of the exposed skin of her upper thighs just before they disappeared under the shirt. Raul could not take his eyes off of her as he felt the ache in his loins increase, awakening the ferocious dragon that coursed in his blood and sinew.

“Oh, you are so good to me.” Gloria took the decanter of coffee from Raul’s hands and poured them each a cup.

Gloria sat down at the table and looked up into her Dragon’s hungry eyes. His face was fierce and rugged. His rawness was the antithesis of his gentleman’s behavior. He always gave her butterflies, and she felt like a young minx in heat when he looked at her with those ravenous eyes.

“How soon before landfall?”  Gloria’s voice wavered with anticipation.

Raul strained to regain control.

“We have a little over an hour,” He replied.

“Let’s check out our weapons and gear and get ready.” Gloria lacked the coldness in her tone she usually had before a mission.

Raul and Gloria worked together to function check their weapons and gear, fitting their powered armor suits, and strapping everything in place for easy access. They checked each other out to make sure everything was correctly installed and attached. Raul tuned his exoskeleton to his neural network. The suit made up for his decline from age. He honed his experience and cunning to a razor edge though he was not a young warrior anymore.

Satisfied everything was ready to go, Gloria helped her Dragon out of his suit touching him and caressing his skin with her fingers as she removed each piece. Raul took Gloria out of her protective cage of gear returning the favor of her attention with less tenderness and more passion. She eased the captain’s shirt over his head and undid his belt taking his pants off the galley floor as he stepped out of them.

Two bodies glowed from the galley light subdued by the impending black night outside the portals. Gloria saw the stallion of her past sculpted and thick, his beard and mane black and shiny, framing his stunning deep set eyes. She held her man’s thick fingers in her hands and tugged him to her as she sat on the edge of the table and lowered herself down on her back instinctively embracing the beguiled captain’s hips with the soft warmth of her thighs.

They made love like it was the last chance they had to feel the ecstasy of their enduring bond. Raul’s passion was as rugged as the man. Lips savored velvet skin as fingers and palms quested along the trade routes of pleasure. Aching melodies of desire spilled over the tip of tongues; tasting ears, nipples, and skin on their meandering way to the main course.

Gloria twined her fingers in her Dragon’s hair to hold him to her until she tensed every muscle and vibrated like a guitar string plucked to a hot Spanish tune. Later, Raul swore to the denizens of the deep as his Siren pleasured him in a tantalizing slowness in keeping with the rhythm of the sea and the gentle rock of the boat. When he could resist no longer, he took her slow and shallow. Gloria lifted her head to look at her lover’s face. Her lips curled back exposing a toothy grimace as he went deep. She touched his thighs; he retreated and Gloria released her held breath. A low moan filled the air as Gloria resigned to accept his girth feeling her lover’s passion race through her body.

Frantic ankles searched for each other and locked behind Raul’s back as Gloria lifted up from the table and clutched him round the neck; impaling herself, growling like a she-devil, biting his chest, neck, and ear. They joined in exquisite pain, the kind of pain Dragon Warriors are accustomed to when the lust for blood and sex fuses in the body and soul of the beast within. The song of unrepentant desire, as old as humankind, echoed across the water as the ship lifted and fell on a rolling sea.

* * *

Five kilometers away inside the treeline by the shore, Tamari dismounted her horse and took him and the other two over to a low hanging branch and looped the reins to keep the animals from wandering off.  She moved closer to the beach to keep watch for the Dragon Warriors.

A Cybrid watched through his night vision goggles as Tamari slipped through the forest to the beach. He looked over at the others and motioned for them to get ready to attack.

20 thoughts on “March of the Cybrids-17

    1. Then my work is done here. I have achieved my last bucket list item. Seriously, I do appreciate you a great deal, Bro. This is what I want to do, bring people into the story and let them see some of themselves in the characters and action by thought, feeling, and deed. We were all young once and bold. Imagine the gift of gifts to take our wisdom and experience back to our young selves and give it another go. We can do that by our mutual love for reading good stories.

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  1. If this boat’s rockin’, don’t bother knockin’. Whooooo! You knocked that love scene right outta the park! I was knee deep into this story…feeling the heat of the lust for blood and sex myself…when, wait! Holy coitus interruptus! While your hero’s are copulating there’s an enemy not far off planning the attack! Best time to watch them is when they are so distracted they can only see each other! Just exquisite how Gloria “impaled herself…” Now, that’s some powerful imagery!! Off the charts Bro! Keep it comin’!!

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    1. Ahhh, you get it. You really do. Yes indeedy, humans, like animals are most vulnerable at that moment of extremes when mating. While we bask in the glow, the forces that oppose us are given respite and use this time well to prepare our demise. I actually don’t care. I don’t smoke so no need to linger for that. I’m ready to fight as soon as I get my socks and boxers back on, if I can remember where I flung them to. A lot of the scenes in this story is just me recalling a young Uber Fraulein I attached myself to back in the day. She was a highly trained sport enthusiast and she was as active in the sheets as she was on skates, sport climbing, gymnastics, martial arts and other sports. Her greatest skill was deeply rooted in her focused and loyal nymphomaniac persona. She was an amazing and talented lady. When I was reassigned, she simply parted ways and I spent the rest of my life replaying memories during idle moments. Now, I write it down and let the characters have all the fun. I got memories bro, no one would believe them so most of it will go with me. There are some scenes coming up that you might recognize aren’t far from reality and you’d be right.

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    1. Thank you so much Rene! This really makes me happy. I think capturing that magic and attraction between two people and making it seem genuine is a difficult task. On shore, I will paint the ugliness of conflict on a personal level and how Raul and Gloria’s love for each other get them through this last challenge, but it won’t be easy. I suppose, among many things, the story is a message of hope and sacrifice.

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        1. Happy Friday Rene! 🤗. I will admit it was emotional and deeply felt when I wrote it. I think you are uniquely experienced to understand the underlying emotional highs and lows of Gloria and Raul’s emerging experiences. It certainly isn’t everyone’s choice to read through such difficult scenes outside their interests but here we do examine deep and dark things and I do my best to portray the challenge without excess or unnecessary burden to the reader. Monday morning bright and early, the battle begins.

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          1. Happy Friday Dan. I’m interested in reading what excites me, triggers my imagination and digs deeply into the passion, be it dark, of life. I finally got your blog to show up on my mail notifications. I’ll be around To follow.

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            1. It’s now happy Saturday and smiles are continuing unabated. WP probably worries about me corrupting your beautiful nature and wants to protect you. But, stick with me and your Head Elves will soon be mischievous and fun rascals too. Oh, wait. They already are. Hmm what could WP be worried about? I bet it’s the domino theory again. That is sooooooo outdated. 😆🥱🙄

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