Me too. Orchid is so deeply focused on the machine that she doesn't seem to notice me leaning over her shoulder as she works. Your fingers are so nimble they're little more than a blur over the clattering keys. Mysterious symbols scroll across the glassy screen. I don't understand their meaning, but I assume they must be some kind of incantation or spell written in a holy language.Alphas and omegas are approaching using curious expressions.Suddenly, the frequency of the Source's vibration changes. It grows deeper and stronger. All turn away from the Source in anticipation. All except Orchid. She just keeps hitting."I think I almost made it," she says. "I just need-"A roar and crackle of static makes everyone in the chamber jump in fear. A film of eerie light, like the blue part of a dying flame, flickers on the surface of the massive sphere. Gradually, the plasma freezes into a giant, ghostly face.We were all in awe, mouths hanging open.Then speak."Hello. I'm Algorithmic Popula
KADMONThe source speaker.That's how some tribes started calling her. They think she is some kind of prophet who will lead us into a new age. Orchid denies it, and I can tell she doesn't mind the attention.Still, prophet or not, there is something special about her.Back at our house, Orchid and I are relaxing together in their favorite spot - a bed of moss next to the central pool in the main room. The sound of the small waterfall is soft. It reminds me of what happened at the big waterfall, when Orchid had her sickness spell. I don't like this memory.When I look down, I see that Orchid is absently fiddling with the ring on her finger. What I gave her."You're thinking about your friend," I whisper, smoothing my palm over her shoulder.Orchid nods."Sara," she says. “And so is my other friend. Eve." "Eve?"Orchid nods again."She's the whole reason I got to the zone in the first place," she says, her voice shaking slightly from crying. “She was part of the same mission that brough
They said it's called ampallang - a steel bar with balls on both sides of the rooster's head. Just seeing it now, glowing in the dim forest, my core tightens in anticipation."I need you inside me right now," I gasp.An intense feeling of excitement washes over me. My nipples are as hard and plump as two berries, and so is my clit. My pussy is flowing with so much slick it's oozing down my slit.I lie on my back and Kadmon reclines beside me next to him. We found this position to be the best for him.Each of my Alphas has a better position. For Hasker, it's best if we do it face-to-face, so the piercing on top of his cock hits my special spot. For Addom, the best route is from behind, with me submissive on all fours.And for Kadmon, the best position is with him beside him, cradling me. That way, your metal beads caress me."Oh shit," I gasp when his head slides down to my opening.He tilts my face towards his and kisses me. I open my mouth and his tongue penetrates my upper lips, whi
ORCHID"Son?"The interior of the transport is eerily calm and dark, while the landscape of sunny hills runs through the exterior. The vehicle rocks and pitches as Bishop strangles us across the lot."It is true." The Doctor. Lucian speaks through that fake, too-perfect smile. "You're pregnant, Orchid. Congratulations. You don't know how happy I am to be the first to tell you.”The vehicle hits a spot, and Dr. Lucian sways precariously.In the driver's seat, Bishop takes off his helmet and tosses it aside, revealing his black beard and sweat-scarred face."That was pretty close to here," he pants as he looks in the rearview mirrors. "If we had calmed theAlpha, like I said—"The Doctor. Lucian waves his free hand dismissively."No need for all that," he laughs. “Our little guest is carrying something far more valuable in her belly. An Alpha child. Maybe an entire brood.”I shake my head in disbelief. He's bluffing. He must be."There's no way you could know that," I snarl.Dr. Lucian
Picking up a rock the size of a billiard ball, I let out my best battle cry and throw at Bishop. The stone flies true and hits him at the base of the head with a dull thud.For half a second, I feel kind of proud of myself. I don't think I could make that attempt again if I tried a hundred times. Also, I'm pretty sure that if I threw a pitch at an ordinary man, it would knock him unconscious or maybe even kill him.Bishop, however, is no ordinary man. No more.He turns on me with a snarl, ropes of blood and spittle pouring from his mangled face. His eyes are inhuman with rage.The beast crouches back, preparing to charge and tear me apart. But before that happens, something causes him to freeze, tense muscles going rigid like a carved monster.From across the landscape comes an angry roar. Two of them actually. A two-part harmony of brutality and rage.Addom and Hasker are charging towards us at seemingly impossible speed. Her arms and legs are flailing so rapidly that they are little
I unbutton my leather thong and pull it aside to release my aching cock. The omega gasps, and her heat-dilated eyes cross slightly as she focuses on the tip, which is bobbing up and down with the pulse of my blood. My piercing glows briefly. The omega licks its lips.Her light blond hair is longer now, much longer than when I first saw her. A few more weeks and I'll be able to grab a good handful of them.For now though, I need some other handle.I take my leather thong in both hands and place it behind her head, using it to guide her forward. Her lips part, accepting my hard flesh into her mouth. The soft, wet pad of her tongue glides along the underside of my throbbing shaft.As she sucks me, my eyes stray to the three marks on her neck and shoulders.She belongs to us now - the three of us. We are a pack and she is our shared omega.Ours to use.Ours to protect.Ours to breed.But it was not always so. We were all enemies once. And the omega, she was once an Outsider.But we were b
He rolls his eyes forward again. Even though he's already running at full speed, the soldier seems to get a burst of adrenaline as he picks up the pace even more.But it's no use. When Parsons looks back at the thing chasing him, it has already begun to close the distance. And he was joined by others of his kind.The forest fills with the sounds of inhuman howling."Oh God," whimpers Parsons.My throat goes dry as I watch. My heart pounds in fearful anticipation of the inevitable end I know we are about to witness. Around me, the other Marines are deathly silent as they watch.Practically sobbing in terror, Parsons runs ahead."Help me!" he screams. His voice is desperate. "Please, someone help..."He stumbles. Maybe the toe of your boot caught a stray tree root. Or maybe your legs just gave out from exhaustion.It doesn't matter.The beasts are on him in an instant.Alphas.They look like beings straight out of a nightmare.To some extent, they resemble human men, more or less. Howev
Fulgore inserts the smoking cigar stub back into his jaw and narrows his eyes at Donovitch. He takes a few drags before answering.“I was getting there. Blue Team, you will be accompanied by a special agent. Dr. Frostgrave? ”Frostgrave nods in assent and gestures toward one of the scientists seated along the wall, a short, shy woman with dark hair and large glasses."Hines, would you be so kind as to escort Dog to the entrance?"Dog? Did he just say dog? (NT: Dog = dog in English)The woman, Hines, rises from her chair, nervously pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She presses a button on the wall and a mechanical door appears at the side of the room, opening into a dark chamber.“Dog,” Hines says, trying to make her small voice sound commanding. "You can enter."As soon as I see what goes through the door, my breath catches in my throat. There is a collective screech of metal chairs on the hard floor as the sight also draws the attention of the other Marines.Some of them