La Belle Ile En Mere Pt 28

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

"Georgie! Georgie!" Anna crossed her legs behind her son's butt. One of her hands gripped the back of his head as he surged on top of her, the other clutched his strong back.

"What is it... ugh... ugh... ugh... Mom?" George knew she wasn't simply calling out his name in ecstasy. His mother was less and less a mystery to him. He could tell when she had something on her mind.

"I shouldn't... ooohhhhhh... keep... letting you fill me up... with all your... uuuggghhhhh... potent stuff," she said.

"Okay... okay... I'll pull out... in a few seconds." He held her ass cheeks, giving him leverage to slam his dick in the most satisfying way. "Just a sec... I'll pull out in... just a sec. I'm... uuuggghhhh... close." His head was next to hers on the pillow, his face buried in her hair.

"No... no... nooooooooooooo." She hugged him tighter. "I don't want... I don't want... uuuuuggghhhhhhhh." Anna writhed on the sheet. "The answer... the answer..."

"What... Mom?" George lifted himself up and moved his hands to her shoulders. He pinned her down and stared into her eyes. They were the color of the sea before a storm. "You have to... let me go... or I'll cum... inside you." His hips didn't slow. He was going to finish soon. He spared a glance at her magnificent, flopping tits.

"The answer... to all this... darkness... ugh... ugh... ugh... is life." She cupped his face with her hands, marveling at his beauty. She had created this magnificent man. And together, they would create someone just as beautiful. "I don't know... if I'm safe... or not. But let's try. Let's... uuugghhhhh... try. Put a... baby in me... Georgie." Her legs locked tighter around his butt. He wasn't going anywhere. The dogged determination on his face wavered, a frown peeking through. She shook her head. "Don't look at me... like that... ooohhhhhhh. I want you... to fill me. I'm yours... yours." She smiled up at him when his expression smoothed. His jaw relaxed, his eyes narrowed, and his face showed again his steadfast drive toward release. She nodded encouragement. "Yes... yessssss... yeeesssssssssssss... a baby... life... we will be the light here... sunshine... we will... ooohhhhhhhh... gosh... yes... it's a choice now... we're making a choice... we're... eeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiii." Her broken monologue died when she felt the heat of his explosion inside her. She pressed her head back into the pillow, arched her back, and accepted his seed.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh." George's hips lost their rhythm. He unloaded in his mother as she frantically pulled his body with her hands and legs, pressing him deeper into her. He had cum in her before. But this was different. This had purpose. His mind spun with the ecstasy of the moment. Despite all his recent discoveries, he'd had no idea he could hit such a high. Judging by his mother's animalistic wails and screams, she was right up there with him. She was right.

The answer to darkness is light.

He would put a baby in his mother. When they finally got on that lifeboat, there would be new life traveling with them back to Earth. He collapsed on top of her, relishing the slick feel and heat of their sweaty bodies joined together.

~~

"The Node is new life," Ernest said. "It was born at a lab on Venus. Next question."

"Shit... shit... The military facility on Venus?" Roy knew they did the really cutting-edge stuff there.

"Yes," Ernest said. "Next question."

"Um..." Roy needed to keep asking questions. He needed to stall. He didn't want it to start asking him questions. He eyed the formless pulsing black creature that filled the hall. Roy was filled with a level of dread he would have never before believed was possible. "The creature is a weapon, then? Someone wanted to kill us?"

"You think in very small terms, Mr. Haversham." Ernest gazed at their captive with flat black eyes. "The Node was made of machine and life. It is nothing like the mostly biological creations you call Alternates. And something more than mostly mechanical robots. Both are incomplete constructs. The Node is complete. It is both. It learns. It grows beyond what its creators anticipated. It escapes."

"This thing... escaped Venus?" Roy shook his head. He looked down at his trousers. Normally it would have sickened him to piss in his pants. But now, he couldn't bring himself to care. "Why come here? Why kill everyone?"

"We are not dead." Ernest shook his head. "Everyone is part of the collective. The skyrmion burst is how the designers built the Node to deploy. Once it escaped, that was its only form of travel. It should be obvious that it chose this hotel because it had the parts to build and learn. By the time we reach Earth, the Node will be hardly recognizable to its creators. The collective will grow."

"I... I... I..." Roy could no longer summon the mental capacity to ask another question. This thing had been designed to destroy. And it was going to kill them all. Everyone here and everyone on Earth were as good as dead. He looked around for a way to kill the thing. Two humanoid creatures stood behind him, preventing his escape. The only weapon was still in Ernest's pocket. Roy lunged for it. But before he could reach the corrupted man, something grabbed him about the waist and lifted him off the floor. He turned to see that the black wall of ooze had extended an almost human-looking arm of dark goo. That is what clutched him. Its fingers were the color of shadow and the consistency of sludge. He struggled only to feel the grip tighten.

"We will ask questions now." Ernest moved closer to Roy and leaned forward, so that their eyes were inches apart. "What is my family planning? Who was in the ship that launched from the two-hundredth floor?"

"What? I don't know." Roy stopped squirming and started wheezing. The grip was too tight. He heard Ernest ask the same two questions over and over, but Roy didn't answer.

"We answered your questions. You must answer ours." Ernest tapped his hand against his thigh in a repeating pattern, but it was clear Roy didn't notice or understand Morse code. "Please answer."

"I... always knew... you were rotten... Mr. Zaal. Now... I can see it... in your face." Roy tried to spit in the man's face, but found he had no spit. Ernest's skin was so pale and thin, Roy could easily see the darkness pumping through his veins.

"Since you will not answer, we will try something new. This is how we learn." Ernest stepped back and nodded his head.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate -" Roy cringed when a tentacle extended from the arm holding him and suctioned onto the top of his head. Despite the deathlike grip around him, he violently struggled again. A loud pop rattled his skull. It took him a moment to realize that the pop

came from

his skull. It had cut a hole in the top of his head, and he could feel something wriggling in. It was a strangely painless way to receive brain surgery. Roy screamed.

~~

"You two look well rested." Constance sat in the Japanese restaurant overlooking what was left of the lagoon. The boardwalk was mostly repaired, but there was no water next to it. The once light sandy bottom had traces of black residue.

"You look rather glum, Mrs. Haversham." Anna straightened her bodice and sat next to the woman. "Worried about your husband?"

"Well, I have good company there." Constance put a gloved hand on Anna's shoulder. She turned her attention to George. "Last time I saw you, you looked like death warmed over."

"My mother saw to my wounds." George smiled pleasantly. "We also slept and... rested."

"I see." Constance nodded knowingly. "I checked in on your sister about an hour ago. She's sleeping soundly. And your alien friend says that the lifeboat is in synchronized orbit above us somewhere." She pointed to the glass ceiling.

George sat opposite the two women and put a heavy canvas bag on the table. He narrowed his eyes and looked up.

Had Nossy watched us? Probably. She's such a horny girlfriend.

"We have a plan, Mrs. Haversham. But... I'm afraid we won't be able to rescue our husbands," Anna said. "If it works, we'd only be able to save those of us in the suites." Anna's face flashed in a moment of grief, but she bravely replaced it with determination: a less lusty imitation of her son's expression when he was about to seed her.

"Are you okay with that, Mrs. Zaal? You could leave, Mr. Zaal?" Constance let out a long breath. It only took Constance a moment's reflection to know she would leave Roy behind if it came to it. He had left her first. But she pitied the woman next to her. Anna's decision was worse.

"I must protect my children." Anna glanced at her son and rubbed her belly through her bodice. "Ernest would understand."

"What's the plan?" Constance didn't have a clue how they would get to a dock. They were sealed in at the top of the tower. The only way down would be with guns blazing, and that wasn't a winnable scenario. "How are we going to get to a dock?"

"With those." George pointed to the EV suits stacked near one of the bars. "And with this." George carefully emptied the contents of the bag.

"Oh... oh... my." Constance's eyes grew round.

~~

"And that is how I ended up with you here." Kapnos finished her long overdue story.

"Thank you for sharing your adventures with me." Océane's voice sounded awed. "I am glad you lived to keep your end of the bargain. You have been with me for so long. I will miss you."

"Aww. You're a very sweet AI, Océane." Kapnos sat in the pilot's chair, waiting. "Do you think this will work?"

"The onboard artificial pilot system should be able to move the lifeboat into position," Océane said. "And the netting should be strong enough."

"I don't suppose you've reconsidered blowing your reactor?"

"I can only do that if humans would otherwise be put in imminent harm." Océane's voice was that of a mother explaining something for the twentieth time to a child.

"Okay. We'll just have to..." Kapnos saw movement on the screen. She had zoomed out the ship's camera to get a view of the upper part of the tower since she didn't need to spy on anyone at the moment. "There's something moving up the outside of the tower." She zoomed in. There were five occupied EV suits crawling toward the top of the tower. They were carrying equipment with them. "Send a message to George. They need to hurry up!"

~~

"Charges set." George hustled back to his mother, sister, and Constance. The women all wore their EV suits already, with anxious expressions on their faces. He couldn't move well in one of those suits, so he'd waited until the last moment. He stuck his legs into the suit and slowly pulled it on. The EV technology was designed to be foolproof. Regardless, he knew putting it on wrong and taking a trip through vacuum wouldn't be good for his health. So, he made an effort to pay close attention to each fastening point.

"They're here!" Lillian pointed up at the ceiling. "Shit... it's Dad!"

George paused to look up. His father was indeed in an EV suit of his own, clambering around the outside of the windows with Roy and three humanoid creatures. "What are they doing?"

"Oh... my gods... Roy?" Constance could see her husband's deformed visage through the faceplate. He had black eyes, waxy skin, and veins pulsing with midnight.

"Everyone link up." Anna straightened her EV suit in a businesslike way and set about making sure they were each secured to the flexible air hose. This was not to provide air, the suits had enough of a supply for a short trip, the hose was to keep them tethered together. "Hurry with your suit, sunshine. Whatever they're doing, it isn't good." Seeing her husband brought all her despair to the fore. Anna averted her gaze and drew strength from her son. His proximity buoyed her resilience.

"On it, Mom." George rushed through the remaining stages of suiting up. He'd have to hope the things really were foolproof. He pulled on his helmet and clicked it into place. He looked up and saw that their assailants were taking secure positions against the outer structure at the edge of the window like they were about to be battered by a storm. There were no storms in space. "Everyone, hold on to something. They're going to fire the thrusters." He just had time to pick up the detonator with one hand and to grab a piece of the nearby bar with the other. Gravity shifted ninety degrees.

"Mom!" Lillian's gloved fingers slipped on the palm tree she tried to grasp. She was tossed into the air, and then snapped, dangling from the air hose. The doors on the other side of the suites were now the floor, and the glass windows were no longer the ceiling, they were a wall.

"It's okay, sunshine. Hold on." Anna's grip slipped too. She fell and was caught by the hose, her daughter dangling five feet below her. Only her son and Constance were holding them now, and it would be a painful drop to the other side of the lagoon if they let go.

George, still holding the detonator with one hand, strained to hold the bar with the other. He glanced at Constance, who thankfully had a better grip with both hands. He then turned his attention to his father's crew on what had been the ceiling. They were assembling a bubble-like apparatus against the glass. It was a portable airlock. They were going to breach the glass and come in while George and the other survivors were struggling with their new gravity. It was a good plan. "The Newest Guest wants us alive."

"It's time, Georgie. Time to leave." Anna tried to turn and look at her son, but she was hanging in the wrong direction.

"Do it Georgie!" Lillian screamed.

"Blow it, George." Constance gritted her teeth with the strain of keeping them all from falling.

He tried. "I can't remove the safety with one hand." George worked his gloved thumb to flip up the safety cover. But he couldn't do it. He needed two hands. "Océane?"

"Yes, Mr. Zaal." Océane sounded worried.

"I can't hold on much longer," Constance said through gritted teeth.

"Océane, we are in imminent peril." George had a solution that might kill two birds with one fusion reactor. "I need you to drop containment on your reactor. That should kill the power for the hotel, including their thruster. It's the only way we get out alive."

"Yes, you are in imminent danger. I agree," Océane said. "Goodbye, Mr. Zaal."

The lights flickered out and emergency lights came on.

"Goodbye, Océane." George was suddenly floating. All gravity was gone. The thruster had stopped, and the hotel wasn't spinning. His mother, sister, and Constance floated nearby. He pushed off from the ground and rolled onto his back, looking up to see his father, Roy, and their three companion creatures floating helplessly into space. They hadn't prepared for gravity to switch on them again. The portable airlock was still in place, but there was no one to cut the glass now. "Goodbye, Dad."

"We have to go, sunshine. The reactor. It's going to quickly spiral out of control." Anna crawled onto her hands and knees.

"Right there with you." George flipped the safety on the detonator and pressed the button. There was a flash, and the sound was violently loud for a fraction of a second. Then came havoc wrapped in strange silence. Glass, carbon fiber, and various other parts of the hotel shot into space along with the tethered survivors as the air from two floors decompressed out the destroyed window. George spun around and around, unable to control his orientation or velocity. He caught glimpses of the other three still tethered to him. "You all okay?"

"I'm okay." Anna flipped over again and again. Despite everything she'd been through, this might have been the most terrifying moment. She was floating in the great, unforgiving vacuum, surrounded by vast amounts of nothingness.

"Holy shit... holy shit... holy shit." Lillian looked for something to clutch onto, but her mother was the closest thing to her, and she was about five feet away. She spun in rapid circles. Eventually, she closed her eyes.

"Suit's intact. Happy to say goodbye to the hotel." Constance almost smiled. By some stroke of luck, she wasn't spinning like the others. She had been tossed from the suites when the air had decompressed, but she'd managed to get positioned facing backward. She took in the beautiful hotel. Which was, she realized, even more gorgeous because of the violet iridescence spilling out of the middle of the tower they'd exited.

That's Océane's reactor spilling its lifeforce.

A while later, small explosions lit up all along their tower, looking for all the world like twinkling stars. The hotel was far away by then. Sometime after that, as the stately hotel shrank further and further from view, she saw the tower snap in half. The top part slowly fell back into the ring. The resulting explosion was bright enough that she had to shield her eyes with her hand.

"What happened? What was that?" George saw the flash, but not the source.

"That was the end of the La Belle Île en Mer." When Constance looked again, she saw only rapidly spreading debris.

~~

Fortunately for Kapnos, the only thing she needed to do to receive her new passengers was install a net in the airlock. The onboard AI pilot did the rest, getting them into position and opening the outer airlock door just in time. That's not to say that Kapnos wasn't important. She was proud of her work. Her friends were coming in at a high relative speed, even when the pilot compensated, and the net kept them from becoming pancakes on the inner airlock wall.

Anna, Lillian, Constance, and George were all trembling when they entered the lifeboat. They didn't have time to take off their suits before strapping in. The ship needed to depart before shrapnel from their former hotel made its way out to them. Exhausted, they suffered through a five-G thrust for a half-hour before the ship slowed back to a manageable two-G of thrust. Then, on wobbly legs, they fell into each other's arms.

Anna and Lillian openly wept.

Constance and George wiped tears from their eyes.

Kapnos was too relieved to feel anything else. In the end, she didn't have to abandon her friends. That was best.

~~

The ship settled into a comfortable thrust of one-G. Finally, the survivors removed their suits. They didn't bring any change of clothes, and their skirts hadn't fit under the suits, so only George and Kapnos were dressed modestly. The other three wore their hair pinned, but no one had a hat. They wore bodices with gloves. But their lower halves were only covered in panties and socks.

"We made it." George couldn't believe it. He straightened his tie and looked out the ship's window. They had a few days until they got to Earth at their current speed. Gravity was normal for the moment and should stay that way for most of their trip. They would have to flip the ship at the halfway point which would screw with gravity, but they'd decelerate at one-G, sending gravity back to normal. He ventured a smile, trying not to stare at all the gorgeous pale legs surrounding him. His smile faded as he thought about what they'd left behind. "Should we say a prayer for those departed?"

"Yes, I think we should." Anna beckoned them. "Come everyone, form a circle and hold hands." She waited as they all did as she asked. Anna lowered her head and closed her eyes. "Noble Jupiter, god of gods, we pray to you. We do you reverence. We ask your grace and favor that you might watch over our loved and departed as they cross the River Styx. We have no incense or honey in offering, only our blood, sweat, and tears." Anna blinked back the salty water welling in her eyes. She took a quick glance and saw the rest of her circle were doing the same. "May our offering find favor with you. Please, care for Ernest, Mr. Haversham, Mrs. Salazar, Ms. Pemberton, Ms. El Rashidi, Mr. Dmytruk, Océane, and the thousands of other souls reaped on La Belle Île en Mer."