The Fate of Terra Ch. 03

After moving the company's website from their corporate server and modifying it so it proclaimed Michael's and Kat's aliases and their intentions behind the attack, the couple performed their coup de grace and knocked out power to the entire main office building. They tied up the software that traced the circuits to the relevant power lines to that sector and it would take some poor technician days to unravel the mess.

When they were finished, both of them were breathing hard and sweating profusely, despite the lack of physical exertion. Kat was drunk with the power she'd wielded and felt herself getting wet. Michael dragged both of them out of bed and led Kat towards his attached bathroom. Pandora turned off the light in his bedroom as they stepped through the entranceway and turned on the blue UV lights attached to the rain-style showerhead, which hung above a large, raised Jacuzzi tub.

Kat sighed in appreciation and the couple removed each other's clothes. Stepping into the tub, he turned and held his hand out to her. When they both were under the chrome showerhead and hugging each other, Pandora turned on the preheated spray and Michael began the delightful task of soaping up and massaging his partner.

"Now I know why you don't drive a luxury vehicle," Kat moaned silkily. "You spend all your money on these gems."

Michael chuckled and grinned up at her from where he was kneading her lovely ass. "Well, now that I have a girlfriend to show off, I'll have to look for something flashier," he said, then leaned forward to bite down on one of her cheeks. "You can buy one for yourself as well when the card comes in the mail."

Kat shivered, then bent down to grab the sides of the tub, wiggling her ass back and forth in anticipation. "Fuck me," she begged, trying to grind her backside against Michael's now-hard cock.

He was happy to comply, grabbing her waist in both hands and driving forward, completely engulfing himself in one thrust. As he continued to pound into her he moved his right hand down underneath her to play with her clit.

"Oh, yes!" she cried out in bliss. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she ranted, not even attempting to be quiet. As they both finished explosively, the steam had coalesced around them, fogging up the mirror and permeating the air thickly. They were both drained and were having difficulty moving their limbs. Pandora switched the shower to blast cool water for ten seconds, reviving them, before switching back to hot. The couple finished washing and dried themselves off.

When they entered the room Kat jumped on the bed and remained on all fours. Looking over her shoulder at Michael she said, "I want you to take my ass."

Michael froze, then said, rubbing her back, "Are you sure? You don't have to do this for me-"

"I want to," Kat interrupted, looking determined. "I need to. I'm yours unconditionally and the fact that you haven't claimed me fully yet is torture."

Michael remembered that all the stories and porn he'd seen involving anal had always included a bottle of KY Jelly. He stammered, "I don't have any lube."

Kat just shrugged her shoulders and said plainly, "I don't- I can't wait."

Michael nodded and went back into his bathroom, finding a bottle of natural cocoa butter with aloe extract that was labeled 'safe to ingest.' He came out and kneeled behind Kat. He started by massaging her luscious cheeks and kissing the back of her thighs. Slowly kissing up her derriere, he spread her cheeks. Kat's head jerked when she felt him tongue her rosebud. Eventually, Michael pushed his tongue into her tight hole as far as it would go, drawing a gasp from Kat.

Taking the bottle of cream, he palmed some and began rubbing it along her crack. Spreading some along his index finger he slowly inserted it and Kat gritted her teeth. After he felt her relax, Michael began pumping at a leisurely pace. When he felt her asshole opening up to accept more of him, he gradually increased the number of fingers he was using.

When he felt Kat was ready he took his fingers away and leaned down to kiss just above her waist along her erogenous zone. Kat shuddered and lowered her head to the bed. Michael pumped into her wet pussy a few times to soak his dick. He debated on whether to get her close to an orgasm then try to time his entrance as she was cumming, but he felt that she might involuntarily clench her muscles that way.

He placed his cock at her entrance and whispered, "I'm proud of you, Kat." Then he began his descent. As he got more than half way in Kat ground her face into the covers and tried to force herself to relax. Michael rubbed her side with one hand and reached down to finger her soppy cunt with the other. He gave her time to adjust when she'd taken him completely. Slowly, he began to saw his hips back and forth.

It wasn't long before Kat began meeting his thrusts, driving back to impale herself onto his rigid shaft. As he felt her start to cum he took his hand from her side and pinched her clit. Kat mewled in pleasure as her most intense climax yet ripped through her. He moaned when her sex squeezed his prick. Neither knew how long they kept at it, but Michael felt his cum rise just as another orgasm burned through Kat and they both cried out as the explosion hit.

Michael collapsed on top of Kat, hugging her to him and bringing them both down until they were spooning. When they'd both caught their breath Kat looked at the time and huffed, "I can't stay. Mom is probably pissed already that I've stayed out this late, she'll probably call the cops if I stay the night." She made no move to get up though. Michael had an arm draped over her cupping a breast, brushing her nipple with his thumb absently. Kat turned her head back and asked in a low voice, "Can we hang out tomorrow?"

Michael answered sleepily, "I have a hockey game."

Kat looked interested, "Can I watch?"

He shrugged, "Sure, but you might get bored. The rink is about an hour's drive away and then there will probably be another 45min. before the game actually starts. There won't be any long intermissions like on TV, but I don't know how you feel about hockey."

"I'm curious," she said, sounding excited now. "And I don't mind waiting. I'll get to watch my master in action."

Michael brought his lips to the side of her neck and sucked gently but with force, bringing his teeth together slightly, leaving a prominent hickey. "There," he said smugly, "now your mother will have no doubt about what we've been up to."

Kat shivered, finding that thought not at all disagreeable, and whispered softly, "Thank you, master."

Looking at the time, they saw it was almost 11 p.m. and started getting dressed. The couple came down the stairs, Kat walking a little stiffly and clutching Michael's arm. Elena looked up from where she and Tiberiu were watching TV. She took in Kat's posture and gave her a wink, drawing a blush. As the couple was leaving, Elena assured her that she'd always be welcome in their home. Kat thanked her and gave her a hug.

On the way back, they got a sitrep from Pandora, who assured them they hadn't been discovered and the pandemonium they'd caused was still ongoing. She also had an idea of a way for them to talk to her in public without anyone else hearing. It was based on a gadget she'd seen online that used speakers in the straps of backpacks that would bend the sound waves so only the wearer could hear what was playing.

Pandora was confident she could replicate a more advanced design that would do similar things for their voice. Their lips would still have to move in order to talk, but they could cover their mouths with their hand if need be. The couple was ecstatic about being able to talk between the three of them whenever they wanted and Michael suggested a few ways they could use this while they were in separate classrooms during the day without looking suspicious... or crazy.

After they arrived, Michael walked Kat to her door. He gave her a long, toe-curling kiss, cupping her ass cheeks as he did so. They said good-bye and he drove off. Kat sighed and prepared herself to face the interrogation her mom was sure to give her. Whatever followed, she would endure a million times worse to spend one more night with Michael. As she walked inside, she grew wet thinking about tomorrow.