Helion

Eve and Carmine spent the next 30 minutes wrapped around each other as though they were attempting to fuse their bodies. The passion in their shared kisses was practically unrivaled through all of Eve’s long years of love-making. For her part, Carmine was reciprocating just as vigorously, even more so when the belts came undone and their pants dropped to the asphalt. Something about standing over the carcasses of slain whitebois did something primal to Eve.

She didn't know if it was the thrill of adrenaline coursing through her blood or the ecstasy of removing more filthy white genes from the planet, but knowing the two rapidly-cooling bodies at her feet had been their doing made her want to fuck. “You need a cock, badly." she breathed into Carmine's ear.

“You'd never leave your bed again if I got one." Carmine huffed back, emulating Eve's breathlessness.

“Maybe that's... oh fuck, I'm cumming!... maybe that's what I want.” Eve could feel every small movement of Carmine's fingers as they worked her throbbing pussy, and she groaned.

"I might need to charge you for the privilege, baby.”

Eve didn't give a shit; she'd pay any price to keep this feeling alive within her. “So then charge me; it's your money anyway, remem-shhiiiiiiiiiitttttt-yes!" Her body tensed as another bone-rattling orgasm ripped through her. “We need to go; we can't—ah! Oh fuck, yes! Right there! We have to go, baby!” Eve's attempt to return to their business was weak and unconvincing, being said through the clenched teeth of a sustained orgasm.

“Yeah? You wanna go? Or... maybe you want to piss all over these dead faggots at your feet?” Eve's eyes crossed, and her mouth went slack as she sprayed all over the bodies below her. She was cumming so hard that she had lost complete control of herself. With a flourish, Carmine withdrew her hand and allowed Eve to start breathing again.

“Waddafugggg huff huff, whadid ya do ta me?" Eve tried to make her nerves coordinate, but her brain was short-circuiting as she wobbled on her feet.

“That was all you, darlin'; I just helped you along a little. C’mon, we've got some scum to pay a visit to, and this time... they're going to have a bed.” Eve grunted as another orgasm took her without so much as being touched. “Goddamn girlie! You were more pent-up than I thought you were. C'mon, get your pants up. Let's go.”

Eve drunkenly pulled her slacks around her waist and fumbled with the belt. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cum so hard. She also couldn't remember when the last time she'd said that was. "Any... oh god... any word on my bounty?” Carmine's expression shifted into concerned trepidation. “That bad, huh?” Eve was expecting bad news, but not quite that bad.

“Let's just say my body would be a charitable donation to the total on your head.”

Eve flinched. “well… shit. Any silver lining to this rain cloud?”

Carmine nodded at that. “Actually, yes, believe it or not. I tracked the bounty posting to a public kiosk in North Helion; security footage from the area showed a particularly well-dressed whiteboi accessing the terminal at the time it was posted. Following its path down several streets, it appears that after the bounty was posted, it collected a rather large envelope from a beautiful Black King before getting into a town car and subsequently leaving the city.”

“Great, so some random faggot was paid off to post the bounty; what does that help us with?”

Carmine smiled ruefully. “As it happens, the Black King in question happens to be a man by the name of Darnell Williams, who is currently employed by, you guessed it, Charles Montgomery Smith.”

Eve ground to a halt. “So, wait, you're saying someone working for Charles paid off a whiteboi to place a bounty on the hunter investigating the disappearance of his stepdaughter? The same ******** that may have been sold into a trafficking ring operated out of a club that's 'secretly' owned by Francisco Dellenworth, the girl's biological father? Just... what in the actual fuck is going on here?”

Carmine shook her head. “The way I figure it, there are two options here. First: Charles is attempting to frame Francisco for his ********'s disappearance. Second: they're working together to try and cover up what's happened to her.”

Eve's mind spun. “Neither of those options makes any fucking sense, Carmine. Charles wouldn't have to do fuck-all to cover anything up... Melody was his property, and whatever he did with her wouldn't carry any consequences. And working with a whiteboi? I can't even comprehend a world in which that's a possibility, doubly so for one of Helion's most powerful men.”

“I think there may be other factors at play here than just a simple abduction.”

Carmine was staring off into the middle distance, and Eve gave her a moment to elaborate, but when nothing came, she prompted. "What? That's it? Both of the explanations are insane, so you're damn right there's more going on! But... why did you make it sound so... ominous?"

Carmine brought her attention back to Eve and asked, “Have you seen anything about the fall of Ganon City?”

Eve racked her brain. "It... sounds familiar? Was it recent?”

Carmine nodded. “A year ago. The short version of a very long tale is that Ganon was overrun with cultists and was inevitably wiped off the face of the planet by an atomic hellfire.”

Eve blinked. "O-okay? And? You're saying... what? There are cultists in Helion?"

Carmine nodded again, gravely saying, "I've... seen some things, mostly crime scene stills from homicides around the city. The city guard is already aware of the activity, but they haven't said anything. Either they're too scared to start a panic, or..."

Eve's mouth fell open. “I… I need to sit down. This is too fucking much. Carmine, are you fucking with me? Be honest now; I'll still forgive you if you come clean right now. Tell me you're fucking with me.” Carmine just shook her head. “Whaaaaaaaat the fuuuuuuuuck is happening? Carmine, what the fuck? I was a glorified sex doll just, like, five hours ago. And now you're trying to tell me that... That one of the city's most powerful men is working together with a fucking whiteboi to cover up the abduction of their shared ******** to avoid bringing cultist activities into the spotlight. You have to be-”

And then Eve remembered her dreams. The vividly-colored kaleidoscope of fragmented memories. The ********... she had been having then dreams too. And now... she was at the center of this mess... and so was Eve? Was it a coincidence? Carmine called her name, but she ignored her. Did the dreams have something to do with the cult? What part did Melody play in their schemes? What part did Eve play? If she went after the girl, would she just be playing into their hands?

“EVE, FUCKING SNAP OUT OF IT!” Carmine's hand clapped across Eve's cheek hard enough to blossom little motes of light in her vision. “What the fuck was that? You just zoned out, like someone had cut your strings. You good?”

Eve stared vacantly back at Carmine. “The cult has Melody. I don't know how I know, but I know. And I'm a part of this too. Somehow I'm involved in this mess, and not just because I accepted that job. Do you know anything at all about the cult? Who or what do they worship? What might their M.O. be? Anything?”

Carmine put up her hands in a warding gesture. "Easy, baby, eaaaassssssy. I'll do some digging and let you know what I come up with. Now, are you good? Or do we need to find a cheap room to rent for the night?”

Eve softened at the tender compassion in Carmine's voice. "Nah, babe, I'm good. Let's head to that fuckin’ apartment and fuck up some pindicks. I think that'll be just what the doctor ordered.”

Carmine beamed “That's my fuckin' girl!”

Eve half expected to get jumped on their way to the Percheron, but there hadn't been a single scout, not even a drone. Either the death squads had retreated for the night or they were pulled away for other wet-work. Either way, Eve appreciated being left alone. She also appreciated that her car was still, relatively speaking, in one piece. The alley was barren of tracking devices, and the ease with which she and Carmine approached the vehicle made her uneasy. “Is it just me, or is this super fucking weird? Like, shouldn't this be a life-or-death struggle?”

Carmine finished her smoke and flicked the butt into a puddle. "Couldn't tell ya. I'm picking up exactly zero traffic having to do with us, so either someone called off the dogs or our bounty has been escalated out of my ability to track.” Eve decided she didn't want to even consider the latter option and would instead just celebrate the small victories. Plugging the old A.I core from Carmine's body into the port, Carmine slaved it to her will and directed it to take them to the apartment block.

“So, like, I know this is a lot... But, like, I'm super happy to be spending time with you like this, you know? Honestly, from the moment I met you, I knew you were someone special. You're smart, you're funny, you're a fucking badass, and you are so, so, so incredibly fucking hot. Thank you for giving me a chance and for letting me spread my wings, Eve. You don't know how much it means.”

Eve leaned over on the bench seat and put her head in Carmine's lap. “I think that's possibly the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me. Usually, it's a combination of “stop puking up my cum” or “get pregnant whore” or “I ain't payin’ you shit, cunt,” so that's very kind of you, Carmine. Still, it's fucking scary how easy it was to find myself trusting you like this. It took years for me to build up that level of dependence with Mason, and that didn't pan out too well. But with you... I don't know; with you, it just feels like I can put everything in your hands and you won't just drop it.”

Eve smirked as she closed her eyes. "Do you remember the first thing you said to me?”

Carmine tittered, “Of course, silly. I said, “Ugh! You stupid hooker! Get your filthy meat paws off me!”

Eve laughed “See! Even you thought I was just some prostitute at first."

Carmine fired back. "Well, how was I supposed to know?! You rolled into that fucking alley missing your bra, your face smeared with cum, two used condoms tied to your earrings like fucking diamonds, and a river of cum running down your thigh! I spent half our first day together expecting you to go back to your pimp.”

Eve smiled fondly at the memory. She'd been intercepted before getting to her destination by a group of three black men. One of them had catcalled her, and two minutes later she was on her knees with her back to a dumpster. “You think it's the way I dress?”

Carmine hummed "Yeah, a bit, I mean, the suit is just badass-fucking love it, but honey... your casual wear is just... I mean, I’d feel bad not paying you for sex, you know?”

Eve opened her eyes and glared at Carmine. “This, coming from the girl who just bought one of the sluttiest club outfits available?”

Carmine just huffed, “That's different! That's specifically for the club; you wear your trashy tube tops and mini skirts out on the street; it's not my fault people constantly mistake you for a cheap hooker.”

Eve sighed "Well, I guess that means we're going shopping once this is done. I'm taken now, so I guess I should probably at least try to limit the attention I bring to myself.”

Carmine laughed and cupped Eve's cheeks, bringing their faces together. “Honey, we both know our futures hold an endless line of Black men waiting to use us. It doesn't matter what you wear or where you go; that part isn't ever-changing.” She kissed Eve before letting her head back down to rest on her lap. “Now, either get busy napping or get busy licking.”

Eve chuckled and snuggled further into Carmine's lush thighs. “You know that'll cost you, what with me being a hooker and all.”

Carmine stroked Eve's hair and simply said, “You know I'm good for it, baby.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Eve woke to an empty car. Checking the time through her commtag; it was a little past two in the morning. Poking her head up to peer out the window, she could see the apartment entrance across the parking lot. “Where are you?”

Eve knew Carmine was in her commtag, so when the answer came back, she wasn't surprised. “Mornin’ sleepyhead. Feeling refreshed?” Eve groaned as she sat up on the bench seat.

“Like a spring morning. Any sign of our death squad friends?”

There was a pause before Carmine replied, “Nah, I've been working on some countermeasures, so any information on us is a bit scattered at the moment. False sightings and geodata ghosts should keep them chasing their tails until they get a tech wizard into the office, assuming any of them are even looking still. Want a coffee?”

Eve moaned "Mhmm, yeah, that would be great. How far are you?"

Carmine pinged her commtag, and a marker overlayed her vision with her partner's rough location. Just a block away is a 24-hour convenience store. Eve fished her cigarette case out of the breast pocket of her overcoat and gave it a shake. “They sell Tellmins there? All your mooching is taking its toll.”

“Yeah, I was getting myself some, too. Are you sticking with Cherry for now, or do you want to maybe try another? They've got strawberry, mint, blue raspberry... and dragon fruit? Hey, mister, what does a dragon fruit taste like? Yeah? No shit! Nuh-uh, mister, I bet yours tastes like heaven... Oh my! Well now... don't mind if I do!”

Sucking and slurping sounds began to echo through Eve's head as Carmine began to service the proprietor of the store. “Ugh, I'll get a pack of cherry and a pack of blue raspberry whenever you get done being a slut. Thanks darlin’.” Carmine's only reply was the sound of her throat being vigorously violated.

Lighting up her smoke Eve opened her Commtag and began to scroll through the City's feed. She hadn't had time earlier when she was poking around the job board, so much of the news was new to her. Her exploits through the city hadn't earned so much as a whisper. She wasn't surprised; violence in Helion came as swiftly and as often as the rain did.

Like Carmine had mentioned, there were quite a few articles centered around the “ritualistic killings” taking place around the city. Speculations ranged from government-sanctioned slaughter to a gang of serial killers. Eve searched for anything relating to the cult, but Carmine interrupted, “Don't. We can't bring attention to ourselves like that. I have a hunch these bozos in the apartment are tied to the cult, so let's just find out what they've got to say, alright?”

At first, Eve was confused because she could still hear Carmine spit-shining the shop owner's God Cock through the commtag, but then she realized that since Carmine was an A.I in an Android body, she didn't need to speak with her mouth. She didn't even have working vocal cords to speak with. "Yes, dear, sorry, dear... Finish up quick; I want to get this done, get the girl, and get some sleep.”

Carmine giggled. “My my, it sounds like someone's a bit jealous. He's almost done with me; just think how good this coffee is going to taste with all the yummy cream I'll be putting in it.”

Eve's mouth immediately began to water; it was a Pavlovian response she'd developed years ago, and she'd found that it was an advantageous trait to have when Black men were constantly sliding their cocks down her throat. “Whatever, all the more reasons for you to hurry, don't you have, like, a vibrate function or something?” But before Carmine could reply, Eve heard the distinctive grunts of a Black man about to blow his load. “Guess that answers that; see you soon.”

Carmine sauntered up to Eve next to the car and passed over her smokes and coffee. It was still steaming, and when Eve went to blow on it, she could see the cloudy swirl of semen just barely mixed in. “Thanks for this.”

Carmine just smiled and pinched her ass. “I promise you can have the next one!”

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm assuming this apartment is where our little gang of traffickers are hiding out?" Eve eyed the entrance warily. If this group was well connected enough to end an entire city and work their way into the good graces of Helion's upper crust, then she didn't want to think about the kind of power they could bring to bear against her.

Carmine nodded “Once we get to their door, it's going to be standard breach protocol, bearing in mind that they've likely got some sort of lookout, if not access to the building's cameras. Odds are good; they'll be waiting for us, so going in hot is likely our best option.”

Eve nodded slowly. "I wish I had some tactical gear. Getting shot sucks every fucking time.”

Carmine quirked an eyebrow. “Then obviously don't get shot, dummy.”

Eve met her look with a flat stare. “Har Har Har, bitch... That being said, I assume we need to keep at least one of them alive for information. I can't imagine they're doing much communication over the city's subnet; otherwise, you'd have found it by now.”

Carmine nodded. “Yeah, not seeing much traffic from the apartment besides porn sites and news channels. It could be that they've got the girl with them, so we'll have to be careful about her. Though, if they decide to take her hostage, I'm willing to accept some collateral.”

Eve thought for a bit, “They're going to try to use her as leverage. What kind of anti-personnel weapons do you have? Anything that could take someone down without killing them? AND faster than they can hurt a hostage?”

Carmine took on her characteristic thousand-yard stare before replying, “Not really; the best I can do is a subsonic beanbag round from my wrist, but deployment to impact will be about half a second, which might give them time to react. If it catches them in the eye or temple, then they're done. Hopefully, they're tooled up on Slix.”

“Guess we'll find out; I'll take a point; you watch my six, oh, and you take the SPH since I'm pretty sure you can handle it like a pistol.” Armed and ready, they set off across the parking lot and through the concrete courtyard to the entrance. Eve punched in the code, and the door swung open. “So far, so good."

Carmine shoved her shoulder lightly. “That was the easiest part, ya goof.”

The apartment blocks in Helion had slowly morphed into monolithic structures from post-war times. Massive headstones, erected as though marking the graves of the countless thousands of inhabitants who had been slaughtered before and during the bombs and bloodshed.

Most blocks were well over one hundred stories tall and housed several hundred apartments per floor. Tens of thousands of people lived in such a confined space that the squalor had no choice but to accumulate.

The poorest citizens wound up here, taking advantage of the subsidized rent and communal amenities. Ultimately, the unchecked nature of their interiors often led to them being nothing but a breeding ground for uneducated whites and gangs. Unless you were a permanent resident of the building, wandering in was a risky proposition, which kept most of the homeless population out on the streets. Eve and Carmine had their weapons concealed under their overcoats as they crossed the vacant lobby. It was close to a carbon copy of Jon’s apartment block, right down to the faux-marble columns running down either side of its length. Graffiti marked just about every visible surface; trash and spent bullet casings littered the floor; and used condoms hung from most of the light fixtures.

The varied colors of the latex cock-wrappers cast tinted streams of light across the lobby, and Eve had to bite her lip from thinking how eerily close it struck to her dream. “This doesn't mean anything; it's just... vandalism. This isn't occult, Eve; they're just fucking condoms.” The entrance they'd come into was one of almost a dozen across the entire building. Structures this large needed multiple egress points to accommodate human flow. Eve and Carmine had picked a good entry point at the right time to avoid being seen.

“We're being observed through the cameras; someone just reoriented two of them to follow us through the lobby. A command signal was issued from a security ward on the 60th floor. I'll see if I can scramble the image or, at the very least, obscure other camera feeds. It might buy us some time before we encounter resistance.”

Eve just nodded as they carried on to the elevator. “You can stop them from halting the lift, right? I wouldn't want to be sitting ducks."

Carmine confirmed she could, and they pressed the call button. "Oooop. It looks like they started moving.” There was a pause as Carmine took on her characteristic look of browsing data internally. “I've got six groups coming from floor 9... It looks like that's where they've set up their little encampment. They should be set up and ready to greet us by the time we get there.”

"Nah, fuck that; we're getting off on 8 and hoofing it; no way I'm voluntarily walking into an ambush.” Eve cracked her knuckles and double-checked her ammo count on the Deckland. “You're going to have most of our firepower until I can get my hands on one of their weapons. They'll know we ditched them when the lift stops on 8, and they'll try to head us off at the closest stairwell so get us to the second closest; after that, we'll just have to lure them in and pick them off one group at a time.”

Carmine agreed, and they both let the silence draw out until the chime rang and the doors slid open on the eighth floor. Weapons raised, they checked their corners, and then cleared either side of the door before stepping out. Carmine led Eve down the hall to the right, scanning doorways and crossings as they passed. Eve kept an eye on their rear, and just as they swung around the first corner, a whiteboi burst through the stairwell doors on the other side of the elevators.

“Ok, based on the footage I'm seeing, we've got four groups behind us and two ahead; the two above us have split up to cover both the closest stairway and the one we're in, so they'll be waiting for us as we go through the door. Odds are good they're getting instructions from someone monitoring the cameras; the four groups coming down after us are going to flush us up into the two waiting above.”

Eve blinked, “You haven't shut down their camera feed?”

Carmine shrugged, glancing back in Eve's direction. “If we bring down their communications network, what do you think that'll tell them? Clean the cum out of your damn skull. The second the network goes down, they'll think there's a raid going on; guaranteed, they'll bug out of that apartment before we finish dealing with the welcome party.”

Eve stammered, “Y-yeah well… There's a good chance they'll bug out even if we do take down the goons chasing us, so... It doesn't matter either way, right?”

Carmine breathed softly, “Babe, those chances go down if they keep thinking we're ‘just two chicks’ right? You know how these fuckin’ white shitstains think; half of them are probably already shitting gold in their minds. Just settle down and let's exterminate some parasites, alright?”

The response rattled Eve; this wasn't like her at all. The condom-covered lights in the lobby had gotten under her skin, and, try as she might, she couldn't shake her unease over potentially being tied into the cult. Something was deeply wrong, and Eve couldn't put her finger on what; she was scared, sore, angry, and tired, but most of all, she was feeling extremely lost. Carmine was right, however. She needed to pull her head out of her ass and get back in the game; whatever bullshit this two-bit cult was up to needed to be stopped, and Eve and Carmine were at the right place to get it done. All they needed to do now was just get it done. “You're right... again. Thanks, babe.”

Carmine finally spun and gave Eve a quick kiss before deftly ascending the stairs. Eve followed close behind, and once they reached the door for the 9th floor exit, they halted. “Alright, I'm on scatter-rounds; the first group is lined up down the right side of the hall, tucked into doorways; I should be able to peg most of them, but I'll need you to suppress the left side. There's only 4 of them, and they won't be prepared for us to come out firing since they don't know we're monitoring them, too.”

Eve breathed deeply before nodding. "I love you, darlin’.” And with that, Carmine kicked the door off its hinges and combat-rolled into the hall. Eve was a fraction of a second behind her, and the electric whine of the SPH discharging preceded a cacophony of barking gunfire. Eve was focused solely on the four whelps desperately trying to line up their shots as she slid into a crouch against the far wall.

Between the deafening roar of automatic weapon fire, she could hear the sweet sound of bloody anguish from behind her. Carmine was tearing them into ribbons. The first whiteboi up the hall hesitated to fire, and it cost them. One of Eve's heavy-caliber rounds punched through the center of its skull, and it fell to the floor as its eyes rolled back in their sockets.

The three remaining whelps attempted to cram themselves into the nooks of their respective doorways, but there simply wasn't enough space for sufficient defilade against Eve's veteran aim. The second faggot took a round to the thigh and spilled out into the hall, catching a second round to the throat. She had five rounds left.

The second shooter gargled and flailed helplessly as his comrades returned fire. Patches of carpet exploded by Eve's feet; drywall erupted above her head and rained down from the ceiling as their shots wildly ricocheted down the hall past her. In the long and tortured process of modifying her body, the adrenal system had been given something of an overclock. Her fight-or-flight instincts had been heightened to inhuman levels, giving her a distinct edge in situations like these.

She dove forward, tucking into a roll before springing into the air; the gun extended towards the two remaining goons. Their reactions were sluggish and comical as their eyes tracked her through the air, their bodies unable to follow at the speed required to counter her advance. The third whiteboi crumpled as a bullet passed through its chest; Eve wasn't sure, but based on the exit wound location, it must have glanced off of a rib and severed its spine.

The fourth loser had managed to get its shitty knock-off AK leveled at her at the same time she centered her muzzle on its heart. They both squeezed the trigger at the same time before they both hit the floor. Eve was able to contort her body just enough in the instant before it got its shot off that the round simply grazed her right shoulder. Fortunately, the white boi wasn't quite so capable, and her shot landed center mass.

The choking coughs of the second goon had stopped, and the third had bled to death in seconds. This one wheezed as the hole in its chest bubbled; collapsed lung, potentially non-lethal injury. Eve clicked her tongue at the waste of ammo, but she was in a hurry. She sent another spiraling hunk of lead through its skull and whirled on the hall, gun raised.

Carmine sat gracefully on the back of one of her victims, the SPH casually leaning against her thigh as she observed Eve. “I'm going to fuck you stupid later.” There wasn't a hint of amusement on her face or in her voice, and Eve swallowed hard. To anyone else, it would have been a threat; the tone and manner in which it was said carried all the seriousness of a death sentence, but Eve could feel her pussy tingle as the words brushed past her ears. “Get locked and loaded; we're going to have company in 15 seconds.” Carmine rose from the corpse and hefted the SPH onto her shoulder.

Eve scrambled to collect one of the better-looking rifles from the bodies she'd dropped and scrounged an extra four magazines. “Which door are you-" but Eve couldn't quite finish the question before the door on the other side of the elevators slammed open.

She threw herself against one of the steel room doors and patiently waited for Carmine to take the lead. One, two, three... four goons poured out the door before Carmine finally opened up on them. Shrapnel peppered the hall and the hoard of disgusting vermin. They writhed as they bled, and Eve used the opportunity to double-tap the ones not immediately killed in Carmine's volley. The remainder of the cultists shrunk back into the stairwell, fearing for their lives. Cowards. Out of the corner of her eye, Eve saw Carmine swivel to address the door they'd come through originally, and then she noticed the small black orb rolling through it. In one swift motion, Carmine booted the orb back into the stairwell and then lunged off to the side.

“Was that a fuckin-" The floor lurched as the grenade detonated in the stairwell, and dust and smoke billowed from the open door as more screams and wails echoed up from the floor below. Instantly, the building's fire suppression system blared to life, and sirens accompanied the sprinklers in amplifying the chaos. Two more cultists sprinted through the door. Eve was watching, and they dropped as her gun kicked against her shoulder. Eve yelled over the noise of the dying whitebois and the alarms. “HOW MANY ARE LEFT?!”

Carmine replied as she glanced around the corner into the devastated stairwell. “LOOKS LIKE FIFTEEN, SOME OF THE MORE PATHETIC ONES HAVE DROPPED THEIR WEAPONS AND FLED.”

Eve wasn't sure if that was good news; allowing more cultists out into the city to wreak havoc elsewhere struck her as a definite loss. “LETS CLEAR THESE STAIRS AND THEN PUSH FOR-” The alarms cut out and the sprinklers stopped, reducing the noise to just the howling of the injured whitebois in the stairwell. “-for the main encampment... did you do that?”

Carmine shook her head. “Nah, they must have wanted to limit attention to what's happening on this floor. It did give me an excuse to knock out a few of their cameras, so they've lost sight of us for the moment.”

Eve nodded and then pushed up to her door. “See you on the other side, Tiger!”

Carmine blew her a quick kiss and then charged into the thick smoke. Eve swung her head through the door frame just long enough to spot two whitebois crammed into the corner on the other side. She reached around and let off a blind spray of bullets before fully stepping in. The two losers sat slumped over one another, leaking their lifeblood onto the concrete under them. There was a quiet rustle of clothing behind her, and a frenzied whiteboi launched itself up the last two steps in an attempt to bury a small knife into Eve's back.

She sidestepped the fool and caught the wrist with the knife, twisting until she heard it pop before wrenching the knife from the limp hand and slamming it into the faggots eye socket. The corpse tumbled back down the stairs and into another whiteboi who had been trying to line up a shot with its rifle. Eve leapt down the stairs and drove her knee directly into the solar plexus of the off-balance cultist. The force of the impact drove its head back and into the wall with a meaty ‘crunch’ before finally pinning its body to the floor. Eve could feel the ripple of breaking bones radiating away from where her knee had struck it. Blood exploded from its mouth as all the air in its lungs was vacated at once.

Turning, she glanced down, past the railing, before whipping her head back, narrowly avoiding a hail of bullets. Four more cultists sat encamped at the bottom, taking potshots now that they knew where she was. The stairwell spiraled down for nine floors below her, so jumping down would only result in her turning into a very lumpy puddle.

It occurred to her that the whitebois in this stairwell might have a grenade as well, but she didn't want to get caught up in the blast or have the floor go out from under her, so she messaged Carmine instead. “Where are you?” Once again, her commtag pinged, and she could see the outline of Carmine rapidly approaching the door where the cultists were gathered. “Show off; I'll meet you back up on nine.” With that, Eve turned and stepped back out into the hall.

The door numbers where they had come off the elevator were all in the 200s, descending as they trailed off to the right. Likely, room 9056 was somewhere on the other side of the floor, so Eve and Carmine had a bit of walking to do. Picking through the corpses, Eve restocked her ammo, and she also took the opportunity to rob the dead whitebois. She started flipping through their pockets and wallets for change and other valuables she could carry in her overcoat.

One of the lowly shits had a picture of its ******, well worn from being jostled in its pocket. Eve studied the grain and creases of the photo, the smiles of what she assumed were its lover and child were broad and happy. It sickened her to the core of her being, and she gritted her teeth before spitting on it and crumpling it. “Fucking vermin, breeding like a bunch of disgusting roaches in here.”

The thought of another woman actively choosing to reproduce with such filth infuriated her. She silently cursed the corpses around her, and then everyone they knew, and then all the people they would ever know. They would pay for this. For kicking up this shit in her city and for threatening her life and the lives of their betters. Every last single one of them would be gone and rotting before she took her last breath. She swore it.

With renewed vigor, she stood and started down the hall. The cries of a whiteboi begging for its life bounced along the walls behind her before coming to an abrupt end. Eve immersed herself in the thought of having Carmine join her—the luscious bounce of her hair, the faint odor of gunmetal on her synthetic breath. Eve centered herself on those thoughts as she stalked down the hall, waiting for the carpeted ‘thumps’ of her partner jogging up behind her.

Slowly and cautiously, she began crafting a stone out of Carmine's presence in her heart. A gigantic rock onto which she could start to rebuild her life after her most recent betrayal. She could never truly blame Mason for what he'd done; she knew intrinsically that her life was simply not worth as much to him as the payout would be. But she had allowed herself to hope for more than that, and in her hubris, she had been stung.

Eve had always dreamed of being married, starting a ******, and dedicating herself to her black king. A valiant, strong, and driven man to whom she could bow and serve for the rest of her life; the fanciful dreams of a little girl, hoping a prince would carry her away atop his trusty steed. In retrospect, she understood that her desire to sleep with so many kings wasn't just about her duty to them as a free-use slut.

She'd been endlessly searching for the one man who would sweep her off her feet and lay claim to her. But none ever had, and she was beginning to suspect that none ever would. She was growing older now, past the prime of her youth and into the realm of broodmare... childkeeper... easy pussy for bored and cruel Black Kings to fill and discard like a condom. But Carmine… Carmine had immediately laid a stake in her.

As casually as a brunch conversation, Carmine had outright stated they would be married. The constant words of affirmation, the coy looks and easy banter, and the pure sexual desire all felt as though Eve had grabbed hold of a live wire, jolting and shocking her at every turn. She found herself yearning for Carmine's touch in a way she hadn't yet experienced. But these were deep thoughts, still murky with the tangled silt at the bottom of her emotional well. She couldn't grasp them, and that fact served only to deepen her desire to explore them with Carmine. "Carmine, where-" and just as the words left her mouth, she felt a firm, reassuring arm sweep around her waist. It spun her and then pushed her up against the wall with a soft 'thud', and then Carmine's lips were on hers.

Eve could feel her mind melting. The volatile cocktail of adrenal hormones and her wandering thoughts disoriented her to the point of losing her higher brain function. The moment she caught a hint of Carmine's breath against her nose, the human parts of Eve shut down and were replaced by the primal, reptilian aspects of her ancestral origins. It didn't matter that they were pressed for time; it didn't matter that they were being observed or tracked, or even if they were about to be attacked. At this moment, no power in the universe could have compelled Eve to stop kissing Carmine. The A.K in her hands clattered to the floor as she reached to grasp the sides of Carmine's head. Carmine, understanding in an instant what was happening to Eve, intercepted her hands and pinned them to the wall above her head.

Eve snarled into Carmine's mouth as Carmine bit down roughly on Eve's bottom lip. Leveraging her incredible strength, Carmine clamped both of Eve's wrists with one hand while simultaneously working Eve's belt free with the other. Eve was devolving into a rabid animal as Carmine finally slid her hand into Eve's pants, but she didn't begin to pleasure Eve, not just yet.

“Listen, you little cunt... this? This belongs to me now. I own it. I claim it. And I will use it until it breaks; do you fucking understand me?” Carmine had wrapped her hand around the entirety of Eve's pussy, cupping it as though she were about to hoist Eve off the ground with it. Eve, for her part, came instantly and viciously. Soaking both Carmine's hand and her slacks in a torrent of her juices, her hips bucked against Carmine's hand in a desperate bid to grind her clit against the palm firmly pressed against it.

“I'll take that as a yes, then. Good girl. Thaaaaats it, ride my hand, mhhmmmmm there you go.” Carmine pressed her body against Eve, whispering into her ear as she gingerly worked one finger, then two, and then three into Eve's deliciously wet cunt. She made sure to maintain the pressure from her palm as she began to work the fingers back and forth, assaulting Eve's G-spot before backing off.

Eve was lost, gone off to some distant plane of existence; her eyes were open but sightless as she gritted her teeth and grunted like an ape with every thrust of Carmine's fingers. She could feel something building; deep within her abdomen, something began to bubble over, like a pot frothing past its rim. At first, the dimmest part of her mind thought it might be another orgasm, but that wasn't quite right.

There was a force there—some form of pressure she'd never felt and yet knew, at the same time, had always been there. Carmine was edging it, bringing it to a boil, and then easing off, coaxing it like a stubborn nail driven too deeply into a board. The frustration of it was driving Eve mad, and in her delirium, she did the only thing her two working brain cells could think of: she bit down on Carmine's shoulder and screamed.

Carmine could sense that this was the moment. This was the make-or-break intersection for Eve. If Carmine was too forceful, then Eve would lose control and perish; if she were too gentle, then the seed within Eve would simply wither and die, dooming them both to an untimely end. This needed to be just right, and now that Carmine had the perfect body, she knew she could do it.

With one final push, Carmine pummeled Eve's G-spot, and the crescendo of pleasure, pain, and emotions came crashing to a head. Eve's skull snapped back off Carmine's shoulder as though she'd been struck by a bat. The sustained scream she'd been driving into Carmine's shoulder shifted into an inhuman range, and light began to swell from her eyes. A discordant swirl of colors spilled out and onto the ceiling, washing everything in the hall with a vibrant rainbow.