“Using the Oponer-Ult in the field has given beyond positive results at the very moment of its application to our battles. Your instructions were clear, but we needed more devices that can instantly release the frequency of this Wavelength. However, it gives me quite an optimistic view of the future for controlling A-city since its destruction.”The assistant read several times as part of the message they would send back to Ms. Elagy. Prof. Reina’s Wavelength project, the Oponer-Ult, debuted days prior in a battle against one of the worst Primer packs and Prof. Tenorio has never been confident of such a victory quite like this. The only other notes the professor left for them to send to its intended was “successful Wavelength, respond with hopes.” Which for most doesn’t quite say much, but according to the flow of narrative they’ve reviewed. At least they knew that the prospective weapon Ms. Elagy sent became the light they needed in this unexpected warzone.Guessing what most of the
Sorting all relevant data of the three Primer packs and their stated identities under “Archives of Primer Lineage; Pack Family List.” They resolved to throw in all the relevant maps and observation logs of each team that encountered the Primers. Like a sick amusement, they would all log perks of encountering each with a side comment of rating, as if they were testing products from the secondhand market. Treating each family with a five-star rating for how they handle coexistence with the humans felt like a good way to alleviate their boredom.The files after this are the clincher they thought would be best left for last, besides it being the literal last thing done for Ten-Twenty-One, Fall, Seventy-One. These were all the logs of Prof. Tenorio and Reina’s conversations regarding human test subjects.“Inquiry: Have you tried using the Oponer-Ult with humans?”“Response: No. All paperwork against human experimentation won’t happen until we have the human rights regulation passed as pe
Chapter 35Returning home that night was hell when Trust was forced to have them spend the night in the streets, specifically a park of a residential condominium. Almost grand looking with amenities available for everyone on the entire grounds. He used the available comfort room to wash himself of any excess blood and dirt from his Primer self. Partly comfortably naked, he dusted himself with the thought of letting himself get the brunt of shame and just walk around.His luck was filled to the brim when he walked naked and had all the shame to walk to people for help. Instantly, the people who saw his plight about struggling to meet ends as he and his lover eloped, brought the old women he met to tears.Acting like they were a couple mismatched from the start, but their love was profound that they eloped, intent on living for themselves. Their families hunted them down to the point of poverty and they were forced to sleep in the streets of C-city, even though there were other opportun
Betts’s head was tucked under her arms as she slept on her side, half curled, and almost hugging herself in a fetal position. The window was open for most of the cleaning he did but had to close it again when he opened the air conditioner when he saw that Betts was sweating so much that she moved around her sleep.The bed sheets have been changed three times since she slept on the bed, and on all occasions, it was due to her swearing profusely and the few times he had awoken with wet discharge from both their crotches. He didn’t know what to think about experiencing “wet dreams” for both of them when, firstly, he doesn’t seem to recall ever dreaming of anything sensual. His mind is black and blank with surety because since the start of the incident he hasn’t closed his eyes without seeing himself stay in what he knows as a dream-like world.He knows that Betts also experiences this type of thing because as they sleep, his dream self would feel her presence. Whether it was close by or
Trust’s cock isn’t that impressive, in the way he could compare with other men he’s had the pleasure to be acquainted with, intercourse-wise. Though, he could tell that he was above average than most when it was on high alert. At the time his partners would ogle at him, expecting the best sex of their lives, which for most can’t be exactly an achievement to proclaim. But he knows he’s got good enough experience to satisfy his partners, close to a thing called heaven and almost bordering the barriers of death. That last one was due to the weirdly inconsistent stamina he’s shown throughout.Holding it from the base, he knows very well how he likes his cock to be teased. Putting a little bit of pressure, by way of his thumb over the vein, he slowly traced it up and down. Repeating it several times as he gently held it with the rest of his hand in solitary warmth. Light droplets of his semen dribbled on the side as it helped lubricate his hand, enough for him to feel the pleasure of his p
Trust managed to press all the areas that ground Betts gears into higher points of pleasure, even if she was half asleep from all this, it didn’t stop her from moaning and expressing her bliss through her mewling sounds. Escaping from her lips were gasps and subtle twitches of her shoulder as he grazed her vagina’s walls as if the head of his dick nuzzled her curves within.Lubricated to the point he could tell that he was slipping with ease, despite measurable having his cock caress her, he wanted to hear her scream the same way she does when she fucks him awake. But now that he’s languidly inside and near her body, he noticed that her muscles and parts of her body are reacting and sore.Having this sense of multitasking attention doesn’t bode well, even if he could keep his mind continuously controlling his actions to play his part like a well-oiled machine, he couldn’t stop himself from worrying. Enough that his heart stumbles from its footing when he felt a tender lump on the side
“Was that a chant of some sort? Like a spell?” Answered a voice, in front of Betts even though no one was there. There was a hint of nostalgia forced into Betts mind when she heard the voice speak, but its familiarity outweighs the curiosity about who could it come from. Owing to how invisible the other party was, and the sheer level of acceptance Betts is willing to tolerate, she looked around. There was a hope that she was with someone, anyone that could provide shape to the voice but as of now, no one was there. “Hello,” Betts said. “Can you show yourself?” She asked as she tried looking around one more time. The light remained white and blinding from the Victorian arched window, its glass still a mystery if it was there or not. The curtains have now ceased to move, instead, they stayed stock still like stones were tied on their ends, pulling down. Gravity must be so strong on that spot of the room because the cloth began to look, seem, and at some point, feel stretched. Drinkin
Chapter 36Amber liquid swirled on a petri dish on Dr. Akyls makeshift side table, a metal stool that was repurposed as a drawer table for her bedside. The newer residential rooms of Northwoods were opened recently and she’s been given the privilege to own one for herself, the same way as any other head of teams and Reina.Reina was the exception to this because she has her own office that could fit three king-size beds, but she instead fit a folding sofa bed, making her room fit with all the furnishing of an office living room built with hidden pockets of utensils for a house. On the side of her lodging, there’s nothing to comment on since Akyl’s used to living on her own, away from her family.What matters now is not the visible comfort she’s been wanting to find herself in, but rather the need for courage to face the impending decision and actions they are about to face. Since she read Reina and Prof. Tenorio’s email about the project they plan to do O-Ult (Oponer-Ult), she’s begun