When the
moment to act came, Nathan paused for a moment and quietly pushed one of his
arms in front of Zephyr who looked back at Nathan with anger in his eyes. Yet, that anger didn’t overload the warrior’s
mental facilities. When he responded, he
only hissed out in whispers. “We’ve got
two clear shots and can easily end both of them without any trouble. Why should we wait?” Nathan cut him off at the last bit as he
watched for a moment examining the situation in front of him only reply curtly.
“No risks,
we wait for him to put the gun down and start undoing his pants, then fire.” At those words, Zephyr nodded briefly, a
better understanding of the situation coming into his mind. Nathan didn’t want to admit he was nervous
about taking a life. Animals were one
thing, but something that was intelligent and even an asshole was another
story. Even now, it was all Nathan
could do to keep his hand from trembling as he clutched the gun in his
hand. On Waquil he had killed someone,
but that had all felt so…unreal as if someone else was in control of his
actions. All of it had been immediate
and reactionary. This would be entirely
of his own volition.
Zephyr didn’t
seem notice the apprehension that Nathan was hiding, much to the janitor’s
relief. All he could do was hope that
Zephyr was a good enough shot to take out the pair before the plant man managed
to get his weapon back, that was if he even put it down. Nathan’s heart beat accelerated thumping in
his chest like a drum while his eyes began to dilate slowly. Already watching the events before him play
out. The thunder of his heart blocked
out the sound of the outside world, leaving him with nothing but that hammering
as pieces began to fall into place.
Tesla began
to spread her legs with a look of rage in her eyes while gradually drawing off
a pair of black lace panties. She would
bunch them up slowly as she lowered them down to her knees and got them off her
ankles. The plant made a motion and
Tesla nodded saying something before rolling her panties back up her
thigh. As it rested there, another
motion was made and she spread her legs completely open before placing her
hands around the folds of her labia.
Pulling the skin apart, she showed off the inside of her body through
the pleasure port that Nathan had known more than a handful of times.
Nathan
could just barely make out the pink of her insides, but he could at least see
that her clit was hidden behind its hood and that Tesla’s eyes were now screwed
upwards in defiance towards the alien in front of her. She mouthed something, which resulted in a
backhand being sent against her jawline.
Nathan turned his head at this point, looking at Zephyr who was gritting
his teeth in rage while his trigger finger inched closer to pulling down. Looking back, Nathan noticed that the black
alien was saying something now; his face now clearly visible to Nathan as his
gun remained level at Jack.
Four eyes lined the top of his head, one at each point that would be normal for a human being before another reached just prior to the temple. All of them were purple in coloration and turned into reptilian slits. Meanwhile, his nose was nothing more than slash marks just about his mouth where he allowed them to flare. Nathan couldn’t see a mouth on the creature, though it was the first time that he noticed that the black alien had two smaller sets of arms situated closer to the pectorals and stomach region of his body. Both were crossed, though they were just barely long enough to reach the opposite wrist, where the tiny hands were like hooks. Each hand had three fingers on the top side, but only a single larger, thumb like appendage on the bottom.
Four eyes lined the top of his head, one at each point that would be normal for a human being before another reached just prior to the temple. All of them were purple in coloration and turned into reptilian slits. Meanwhile, his nose was nothing more than slash marks just about his mouth where he allowed them to flare. Nathan couldn’t see a mouth on the creature, though it was the first time that he noticed that the black alien had two smaller sets of arms situated closer to the pectorals and stomach region of his body. Both were crossed, though they were just barely long enough to reach the opposite wrist, where the tiny hands were like hooks. Each hand had three fingers on the top side, but only a single larger, thumb like appendage on the bottom.
As the dark
one spoke, Jack didn’t bother making a move, the grey alien merely sliding a
bit further back into his seat before yawning and putting his hands behind his
head. That was when the plant set aside
his gun and undid his fly. When it was
all said and done, Nathan had to cock his head slowly, to examine what fell out
as did Zephyr. Both of them feeling a bit
insecure when roughly two feet of orange root-like flesh rolled form his pants. The pointed tip at the end of it dripped moisture onto the ground; while
an innumerable number of root hair extensions covered the shaft and wriggled
slowly back and forth in the air. What
really had the two of them concerned though were the three bulbs along the root
that managed almost three inches of girth where the rest of it was relatively
thin.
By this
point, Nathan’s heartbeat was slowing down a little and the pair could see the
look of shock in Tesla’s eyes as she looked down at the object with a wide O
forming on her lips. Zephyr and Nathan
exchanged a glance, both unsure if that was a good or bad thing at the
moment. Still, Zephyr had his gun
leveled directly at the dark one while Nathan aimed at the plant. Gulping slowly, Nathan’s heart beat started
to accelerate a bit more, he found that familiar lump in his throat returning
as he found himself gazing down the barrel of the gun and getting ready to fire
while the plant rubbed the tip of his extension against Tesla’s entrance.
“Take the
shot, Nathan.” Zephyr spouted out in a
hiss again before made sure he got the bead on his own target. For all intents and purposes, Nathan had both
of them dead to rights, but he still couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger
in the moment. Tesla was about to be
penetrated, he could see that and the Yor’zvin princess had already placed her
hands on the side of the chair clamping down on the cushions to brace herself
as she spread her legs as far as they could to ease the passage. Maybe she wanted this and who was he to deny
that of her? Yor’zvin culture was still a
strange thing to him, Zephyr obviously didn’t want more competition, but Nathan
had Lily he could go to and what did it matter to him? Sure Zephyr was a friend and a mentor, but he
was one of Tesla’s ‘bitches’.
Thinking it
over, he could pull the trigger and hope that Tesla wasn’t looking forward to
fucking the thing or he could wait it out and make sure.
