Nope. Antyutopia sprawia że jest mi smutno, a hard sci-fi jest zbyt twarde jak dla mnie. Nic z tych gatunków nie znam w sumie, więc ci nie pomogę. Przykro mi.
Ano, ano :D Uwielbiam tą serię i większość rzeczy z nią związanych. Ogólnie różnorakie wizje postapokaliptycznego świata są tematami, które pochłaniam w postaci książek, filmów, gier.
Working in a department where you boss only phased into existance every 2 or 3 weeks wasn't exactly stressful, but certainly having no obvious goals was.
Wandering around in the levels full of dead nano-fleets was disgusting. This was Killy's job. While they were all trying to get back to the surface, it was obvious that some clever silicon life had been experiment with the do all fusion reactors, making massive energy pits.
Now that they were all dead, these were burning, and falling back toward the megastructure.
Cibo sighed.
Playing with radioactive material is space was not her idea for a good evening, especially since she was worried about Killy watching the kid.
Floating back to the base would take about 20 minutes, so she activated her shield and VR sim. It wouldn't hurt to spend some time on their group fantasy...
She would be home before anyone, using the facilities, cleansing her skin, and repair her plastics. Baths felt great and she would sink down in the water, sinking into the warmth, not breathing. The fluid would enter her lungs, triggering her evolutionary panic reflex. Once she got past that, it would be smooth sailing. Killy would walk in, see her form , and start shedding his clothes at well. They would have their own pit at home. Programed for whatever. Even underwater, especially underwater, Killy's hair went in every direction. His hands went to work on her chest. His fingers caressing her collarbone, her breast, tweaking her nipples. He loved her slender ribcage, his mouth flat against it, licking the rivets.
His pleasure she felt through the fluid was amplified by the arousal she knew he felt as well. His phallus rose to attention like a spring. At that sight, Cibo felt something coil inside her lower abdomen. She wanted that itch scratched, and Killy was happy to oblige...
If Killy had a fetish, it was Cibo and Sanakan. He could never get over how when he worked on Cibo, he vagina clamped on him in predictable yet exiting ways. Cibo like to have a groove, having habits, and Killy like to break them. Just when she was getting used to the pace, he jolted his hips up, surprising her, pulling a gasp out of her. His right hand was on her clit now, and his left was under her breasts, at the bottom of her rib cage.
She came twice before Killy felt the need to disconnect. Just as he was about to pull out to try another insertion, He felt a hand around his chest. He panicked, and he felt his heart beating faster, he was about the jolt his head around, his hand going to a weapon that wasn't there. Sanakan bit his ear.
"Calm down." He wasn't in any danger of loosing his errection, but now it certainly seemed harder than anything he'd felt in a long time.
Sanakan's finger worked his backside, working her way into his sphincter, then his rectum, with no pity...
Cibo was the unfortunate casualty of Killy's super arousal. The prostate massage he was currently receiving made his pace more frenetic, and he ejactulated at odd intervals. Cibo couldn't breath. Or was that Killy. Her heart was accellerating, and she was sure that she could see it if she looked down.
Killy was locked in her while Sanakan's own phalus swelled to length. She entered Killy in two short strokes, and killy reciprocated inside Cibo. His mouth now sucking and devouring her right nipple. Cibo couldn't think, her body spastically clamping around Killy, her whole body orgasming at Killy's will. Or was it Sanakan.
Just as Sanakan was about to remove her phalus from Killy, Cibo felt the 2 second alert from the VR system. Two seconds was an eternity when you could feel both your partner's pleasure in machine time. Cibo's clit throbbed, and she knew she would be raw for hours.
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When she came back to herself, Cibo was 2 minutes from the base, and drenched. She checked her vitals; her heart rate, circulation, and lactic acide levels were all up. Her screen was fogging, and her legs were clamping together in a reflexive recreation of the events.
She smilled, thinking what it would like to walk in on Sanakan's office, finding your boss in a VR sim fucking her wife.
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Ja w sumie też. Co cię sprowadza w głąb tej dziczy o tej porze?
Wtedy nie znałem LoGHa.
Teraz sądzę że LoGH lepszy.
I żyli długo i szczęśliwie.
A rozumiem, rozumiem.
A arty zbieram z niggertitsów, czasem na /a/ się znajdą jakieś których nie mam.