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How is George handling the waiting?
Anna knew her son was longing to return to her arms. But the Zaals were stuck with many floors between them. She hoped Constance was a good companion for George. There were still hours and hours to wait while the autodoc healed Lillian.
Anna sequestered herself in a random room on floor one hundred fifty-five. She barricaded the door and sat to wait. She tried reading a novel for a little while, but she couldn't focus. She watched something on the feed, but she quickly turned it off. What if, instead of poor Delores, it had been Lillian? What if her son hadn't valiantly carried his sister down so many flights of stairs and taken her to the autodoc?
What had happened to her husband? Ernest looked horrible.
Somehow, when he visited the base of the tower with Ms. El Rashidi, he became infected. Is there a cure?
"Océane, if we bring my husband to an autodoc, can you remove his infection? Can you bring him back to being Ernest Zaal again?" Anna bit her lip immediately. She knew she wasn't going to like the answer.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Zaal." Océane lowered her voice in sympathy. "The probability of successfully treating him is low. I don't know what the pathogen is or how it has manifested. I don't understand the Newest Guest. That being is completely beyond anything in my databases."
"Yes... okay." Anna flopped on the bed and buried her face in a pillow. She wouldn't give up hope. Maybe they could capture Ernest and bring him back to Earth.
I'm being delusional. We don't know if he's contagious. That wouldn't work.
She forced her mind to turn away from such grim realities. Instead, she thought about how her heroic son was most likely passing the time. She imagined him and Constance playing games of twenty questions. Or maybe exchanging tennis stories.
~~
"Oh... gods... you've taken me... from my cheating... husband." Constance rode her eighteen-year-old companion. Her hips undulated, rubbing her clit against him rather than bouncing. She had found he hit the most perfect buttons deep inside her with that movement. "Ohhhh... shit... I am... a new woman... now. Changed... forever." She held her wedding ring between her index finger and thumb, showing it to George. "See this... besmirched token? I wasn't supposed to... show it to you... or anyone. But... ugh... ugh... ugh... but... if you ask me to... uuuuggghhhhhhh... I'll give it to you... or... toss it away."
"You're mine... uuugghhhhh... now?" George alternated his focus between her crazed eyes, the shiny ring, and her modest wobbling breasts.
"Yessssssss... I'm lost... to a teenager..." Constance didn't actually believe it to be true. She certainly wasn't going to propose marriage to George. He was wonderful, but she hadn't gone insane. Indeed, it was more than likely that she would reconcile with her husband on their trip back to Earth. If they made it. In the moment, however, the large penis inside her had claimed her as its own. And no matter what her future held, she would find a way to replicate this pleasure. Even if she had to make Roy wear an artificial cock. That thought sent her over the edge. "Cumming... oooohhhhhh... you're making me... cum again... eeeeiiiiiiiiii."
George had his hand on her mouth before the screaming started. He waited for sentience to return to her eyes and the screams to become lingering moans before removing his hand. "You can toss aside... the ring. You won't... be needing it... anymore." He watched her fling with a fluid motion. Her hips switched to long, lunging bounces. She stared down at him with ferocity. He gazed lovingly up at her. "You look... epic... Mrs. Haversham."
"Seed me... ugh... ugh... ugh... seed me... and finish... your conquest. Roy is... fading." Constance rode harder, digging her fingernails into his chest. She noticed that hers weren't the only marks there. He had tumbled with someone recently who had ridden him just like this. Was it his mother? "Seed... meeeeeeeeeeeee."
"Cumming... Mrs.... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." He thrust his hips up into her and dug his fingers into the lush crimson carpet of the waiting room.
"Oh... gods... oh... gods... oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Constance flopped on top of him, losing control of her body. Another orgasm crashed down upon her when she felt the heat of his cum flood her womb.
George was too busy with his own climax to cover her mouth. It was lucky for them that there was no one in the hall at that moment, because the harmony of their grunts and cries pushed through the door.
~~
Grunting, snarling sounds came out of the open doors to the lagoon. Kapnos wore Constance's body for the moment, because she was tall and strong, and also to hide her alien light until it was time. She dragged a large spool of flexible air hose behind her. The hose was made to attach to EV suits when they needed extra air, so it was strong, light, and flexible. Exactly what Kapnos needed.
She crept closer to the doors and peeked in. All three creatures were in the lagoon. They each wore bone armor
. So it will have to be the hose and not my pistol.
At least the hideous things weren't in the rooms. That would make her task easier.
It was time. Kapnos checked the spool to make sure it would unwind smoothly. She took a deep breath and stepped out into the doorway. "Hé, bande d'enfoirés, préparez-vous à vous noyer."
The creatures were spread in three different spots, tearing up the boardwalk. Apparently, they hoped to find something hidden below the planks. They all turned toward her when she appeared, their eyes the only part of them not protected by human bone. The lead creature stepped in her direction. It was about twenty feet away. "Gggggrrrrrggghhhh?" It cocked its head and made a repetitive snorting sound. To Kapnos's ears, it might have been a chuckle.
"Laugh it up." Kapnos shed her copy of Constance. Immediately the room was filled with radiant, cerulean light. The creatures covered their eyes, and Kapnos ran, holding the end of the hose. She was fast and bright without a body, but also delicate. So, she made certain to keep clear of the creatures as she ran circles around them. She wound the hose around the first creature five times. Moving close enough to kick the struggling monstrosity, she gave it a firm shove with her foot. It fell into the lagoon and sank to the sandy bottom. A few bubbles rose to the surface, but the thing did not.
