Blue Planet (sci fi, D/s, wife) Chapter Four, part 4

Robert was losing focus, becoming lost in the bombardment of sensations and
sights of this woman until her other hand moved over his body, two small,
gleaming object in her hands, thin wires trailing from them. His eyes went
wide as he saw her reach, gather up one of his tight nipples and felt the
pinch of something closing on it. Even as a searing wave of stinging shot
through his chest, forcing his body to press down, as if to escape it, the
other nipple was similarly pinched. He whined into the gag and tensed against
the discomfort that was quickly turning into a throbbing in his nipples. The
woman’s’ hands were around the sides of his head, there was a snap and the
gag was pulled from between his lips, but before he could suck in a deep
breath, her mouth was upon his, lips pressed hard, tongue slipping into his
mouth, finding his own, curling around it, drawing it forth. Robert whimpered
against the rush of new, strange and wonderful sensations that enveloped him,
and without thinking, his own tongue reached, found hers and together they
danced in the closed, moist cavern of the kiss. There was a click. Roberts
body exploded with sensations, pouring into it from his nipples, cock and
deep inside his invaded ass. Every muscle seemed to tense, bowing his body on
the table as wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure coursed through him from
the invading points of his cock, ass and nipples. He moaned deeply into the
woman’s’ mouth, his own tongue now stabbing out, desperate to capture her
own, draw it into his lips and suckle on it. But even as he could feel
himself spiraling up a peak of physical sensations he could never before have
imagined, the woman’s’ hands pressed against his chest, her head pulling
back, their lips separating, leaving her gasping and panting heavily, her
face inches from his. "Oh Helsha" she moaned "I wish you were mine." With
what seemed like a forceful effort she straightened her arms, forcing herself
up and paused to gather in some strength that seemed to have spent itself
into his mouth. Robert felt the sexual pleasure building, but now that the
kiss was broken it became a vibrant, electric itch that seemed to sweep over
his entire body, causing his chest to expand and making breathing difficult.
It was as if he was part of some insane electric circuit, a transformer
storing the energy that could not be discharged without her mouth upon his.
He began to groan, his voice quavering, face a deep mask of panic, mouth
tightly fixed in a startled "o", eyes fixed on her. The woman seemed to grow
calm and her gaze focused on him once more. Slowly a smile spread over her
lips and, playfully, she raised a finger and dangled it over his mouth.
Robert lifted his head, his lips clamping on the finger and began to suckle
it. Instantly the woman moaned deeply, throwing her head back as if the power
being fed into Roberts body was flowing up her finger and through her. Her
entire form seemed to rise slowly, up onto her toes, and she gave a small
squeal, her body jerking forward in a sharp shudder. The sticky sweet smell
of her arousal flooded over Roberts nostrils as she climaxed, pulling her
finger from his lips suddenly, her chest heaving in hard gasps as she
fluttered on the peak of her own pleasure. "Oh Goddess Helsha" she groaned,
loudly, her head snapping down to look at his desperate, imploring expression
as the burning itch began to build in him once more. Then she moved, fast,
almost crazed, shooting out an arm to grab the far side of the table, pulling
herself upward, swinging one leg over his head until she was kneeling,
crouched above him, facing his feet, her sweetly reeking pussy poised inches
over his head as she straddled him. "Please me, pet" she gasped harshly.
"Please me well." Suddenly she spread her thighs, her pussy plunging down
against Roberts face, his tongue desperately stabbing out, an explosion of
sugary fluid coating it as it began to flow from her fluttering pussy.	He
strained upward, lifting his head, feeling the power flow from him through
his tongue and deep into her now quivering, trembling body as it pressed down
hard against him. He was vaguely aware of the sustained, keening moan that
roared from her as she rode his tongue, her body bouncing slightly, hips
curling and pushing out so that his tongue stroked her entire length,
drinking in the sexual energy the connections were shooting through his body
into hers. Her cry rose in pitch and Robert drove harder with his tongue,
stabbing as deeply as she could reach, tasting the nectar of her coating his
tongue, flowing into his mouth. Then, suddenly her sound seemed to crack into
a vibrating scream and she bore down hard onto his face, the lips of her
pussy seeming to clamp onto his tongue. An instant later the gush of her
cumming began, and Robert swallowed desperately, as if it was life itself.
When, a moment later, her trembling hand shot forward and gripped it
trembling cock, the final connection was made, the circuit complete and
Robert was himself screaming into her, matching her cry of release with his
own, his cock spewing its milky jet onto the woman’s’ face and breasts,
answered by another deep gush of her cumming into him. The timer on the edge
of the table next to the controls the woman had tripped clicked over, showing
ten minutes of the current cycle remaining. As the third cumming shot through
the woman and Roberts cock fluttered in her gripping fingers and spit yet
more cum onto her, she wondered if a Jex could survive for that long. But as
the fourth cumming battered the third aside and drove her to even higher
peaks, she stopped caring.

The door to the indicated room was standing wide open as Debbie reached the
top of the stairs, stopped and looked around. The hallway was empty and it
seemed as if whatever went on here during peak hours, for now the place was
quiet and at rest. She drew in a deep breath, fixed her mind to continue and
strode forward, stepping into the room. It was, she immediately saw, large,
plush and opulent, a mass of soft coverings scattered on the floor and a
large, raised platform that she took to be some sort of bed, mounds of what
appeared to be pillows scattered upon it. As she scanned the room she noticed
that every available surface seemed specifically designed to be useful as a
bracing point for two people to either sit, lay or lean upon in comfort while
they did… well, what people usually did at such times, she thought. She fixed
on the platform and stepped carefully toward it, reaching down to press into
it with a palm, finding it to be surprisingly firm and yet soft at the same
moment. A small smile spread over her lips as she wondered what it would be
like to get Robert in something like this. It was wide, long and at what
seemed the perfect height for him to stand beside it and…. She could feel
herself begin to blush over her mischievous grin and lowered her head as if
to hide the blush that was rising in her cheeks at the wicked thoughts.
"Hello", a deep, soft male voice said behind her. Debbie instantly
straightened and turned with a gasp, to find herself staring at a man
standing in the doorway, his tall, well muscled body topped by an almost
boyishly handsome face with piercing brown eyes and a wave of soft blue hair
billowing down over his shoulders. Most startling was the fact that, aside
from the carefully tied loin cloth that hung down over the intersection of
his crotch, he was completely naked. "Oh" she said, her voice breathy with
surprise. The man smiled, his expression embarrassed and he bowed slightly.
"Forgive me, Jem" he said, his voice calm and soothing. "I was just now told
you were here and wanted me." Debbie took a moment to gather herself and
forced a haughty expression onto her face. "And you are…?" she said. "I am
Kal’il Regjak, Jem. Your servant" he said smoothly, unbending from his bow
and looking into her eyes, his lips wide and warm. Debbie felt her stomach
flutter from his gaze and had to surpress the urge to shiver with the
overwhelming flush of warmth that flooded her. "Of course" she said quietly.
"Come in. Close the door." Once more Kal’il bowed, straightened, turned and
pulled the door closed with a deep click, before turning back to her. They
stood for a long moment peering at each other. Debbie did not quite know what
to say, how to bring up the subject of what she had journeyed all this way to
accomplish. Kal’il saved her the difficulty. "I understand" he said suddenly
"that your travel was difficult. I hope you were able to enjoy the journey.
Things are as quiet as Lomdar here presently." Instantly Debbie’s mind
flooded with the realization that what she had just heard was a code phrase,
intended to let her know that this man was, indeed, her contact and the
source of the information she had been sent to retrieve. She sighed with
relief and smiled as she replied. "Better Lomdar than the Pleadis Moons." She
could see the tension flood out of his face and the smile became warm and
genuine. "Thank the Deos" he muttered, allowing his posture to slump for a
moment before drawing himself back up and taking a step towards her. "I was
afraid" he said quietly "you would be unable to make the passage. Or that you
would be intercepted." "No" she said quickly "I’m fine. Everything’s okay… so
far, at least." He nodded and tossed a glance around the room. "We have a
little time" he said, taking another step towards her. "I am very glad you
are here. Now, perhaps, we can begin what we’ve been waiting for all these
long ages. Taking our lives back." "Yes" she said, her voice hesitant, her
body beginning to tense up at having him now no more than twice arms reach
from her. She turned and stepped calmly a few paces, increasing the distance
between them, hoping it did not appear is if she was running from him, no
matter how his being so close made her hands begin to tremble and her stomach
to flip over inside her. "So" she said, forcing a calming sigh "do you have
what I was supposed to pick up?" He nodded seriously. "Of course. Are you
ready to receive it." Debbie nodded in reply, turning to face him. He drew
his mouth tight and nodded sharply, then reached up and took the tie on one
side of his loin cloth in his fingers, beginning to work the knot there.
Debbie’s eyes went wide and she practically barked out. "Stop!" Kal’il froze,
his face turning up to look at her, his expression concerned. "Yes?" he said
quietly. "What are you doing!" Debbie choked, her voice tight and high with
shock. Kal’il seemed momentarily confused, unable to comprehend the question.
"I don’t understand" he said. "We must make the transfer." "Yes" she said, "I
know. But what are you…." She made a vague, awkward gesture at his hands. For
a long moment he simply stared at her, blankly, then it seemed as if
understanding flowed slowly over his face. "They didn’t tell you" he said
quietly. "Tell me what" Debbie said, her voice almost a complaining whisper.
Kal’il seemed to sag in a defeat Debbie didn’t understand, stepped over to
the platform, turned and sank onto it, his hands coming to rest in his lap.
"Oh Deos" he sighed. "This is not apt. Not apt at all." Debbie stared at him
for a long moment, then took a step toward him as if using the move to pull
herself together. "Tell me what" she repeated, a little more forcefully. His
head slowly turned to look at her, an expression of infinite sadness on his
face. "The transfer" he said quietly. "How it is done. The only way it can be
done." Debbie suddenly got an uncomfortable feeling in her already fluttering
stomach. "Go on" she said, her voice betraying the caution she felt. Kal’il
turned to look straight ahead as if unable to fix on her eyes as he spoke.
"The data is very delicate. Very extensive. Many different forms of
transmission were considered, but it was not possible to compress it
sufficiently using any electro-magnetic form that would not be immediately
detected and intercepted by…. them." "I know" Debbie said quietly,
remembering her conversation with the little man who was now her President.
Kal’il nodded solemnly, his eyes fixed straight ahead. "We realized that the
only way to compress it sufficiently to effect a transfer was… genetically."
"Genetically" Debbie repeated. "I don’t understand." Kal’il sighed. "Using
amino acids and proteins we were able to develop a language that was capable
of carrying the entire sequence of information and impressing it in the
genetic structure of…. Certain cells." Slowly his head turned and he fixed
his eyes on hers. "I now carry those cells. And it was those cells I was
supposed to pass on to you. They would then bind with your own cells and you
would then possess the information. Only in this way could the entire
sequence of information be transported safely, securely and in a way that
would be absolutely undetectable." Debbie slowly nodded, believing she was
beginning to understand. "That does make sense" she said quietly. "And how
were you supposed to pass these cells along to me. Some kind of injection?"
Kal’il’s lips curled suddenly in a bitterly ironic grin. "Not quite" he said,
and turned to stare straight ahead once more. "There was only one way to make
the transfer. That is why this particular method was agreed upon." "What
method" Debbie said, now beginning to grow annoyed at his skirting the
problem. "This planet. This place. The transfer must be made from my body…."
He said, turning to look at her once more, "…to the body of an unsullied,
unenjoyed female… through her untouched, private center." Debbie’s eyebrows
furrowed as she slowly absorbed this statement. "Untouched… private…" she
said quietly, slowly, piecing the meaning out of the words for a long moment.
Then her eyes went wide and her mouth formed a small "o" of shock and
surprise. "You don’t mean - " Kal’il nodded sadly. "Yes" he said, his voice a
whisper. "It is the only way." "Oh my God" she whispered, her breath escaping
in a quiet hiss, slowly turning away, her mind suddenly battered by the
understanding of what she was here for and, at last, why these specifics had
been kept from her. "I was told" Kal’il was saying quietly behind her "that
they would be able to find someone who was physically and mentally apt to
receive the transfer. Someone… willing. I can tell that for you this is not
the case. I am sorry." Debbie only vaguely heard him, most of her thoughts a
churning jumble of confusion and anxiety.  She thought of the cryptic way
that little bastard of a President had spoken of her duty, of the blast on
information that had been poured into her mind but with noticeable,
suspicious gaps, of the way everything had seemed rushed, hustled along
before she had gotten a chance to get a complete grip on events. And she
thought of Robert, of what she would say to him, of how she might be able to
explain that their great mission for the cause of all humanity just happened
to involve… She sighed, turned, stepped over and slumped down on the platform
next to where Kal’il was seated. "You know something" she said quietly.
"What’s that, Jem Alaasha" he replied, his voice distant and solemn. "The
really sucks" she stated flatly. "It is not apt" he answered, his own voice
agreeing with her thoughts.