Helion

Watching Cassidy slide through the full spectrum of human emotion while Eve recounted the story of her night was an interesting experience. In the end, she'd been left speechless, absently rubbing her belly while considering her soon-to-be future of crime and violence. “Anyway, there's one more Hunter I need to reach out to, so things aren't going to pick up immediately, but... depending on how the next meeting goes, it might just be us three.”

Cassidy nodded slowly to Eve's words: “This ain't exactly something you can gab about with just anyone. I get why you were willing to go for the oath on this. I can't say as I believe you completely yet, but I definitely can't deny the fucking rainbow puddle coating my damn floor. I'll reach out to my buyers and see if they're interested in taking on unfinished work. The cunt in my bedroom has another three months of reconditioning before they're done.”

Cassidy stepped out of the living room to make her calls, and Eve practically threw herself into Carmine's arms. “Is that going to happen every time one of us awakens our child? We could have fucking died the way she was putting her fists through that floor like it was tissue paper."

Carmine wrapped her up in a hug and hummed, “When you connected with her, something about your children interacting must have jump-started the process. It skipped some steps in meeting the criteria for awakening. I had to be extremely delicate with yours since we were doing it without the assistance of an unawakened God.”

Eve breathed deeply, soaking in Carmine's scent as they embraced. “Too much stimulation and the seed would have taken you completely, stripping your soul and leaving you a husk for it to embody. Too little, and there wouldn't be enough dissociation for the God Child's power to embed itself in. When you connected with Cassidy, did you experience anything? Were there any thoughts or feelings that seemed... foreign to you?”

Eve thought back on the experience; beyond the numb, incomprehensible panic and pain, the only real thing she could recall was the sense of overwhelming, unyielding power. “I think... maybe the biggest thing was that, at that moment, Cassidy felt unstoppable to me. Almost unrelenting.” Carmine took on her characteristic look of referencing her vast database before coming to her conclusion.

“Must have gotten the Child of the Unyielding God. I have to admit it would suit her personality; likely also a reason why her physique is... well, exceptional.” So there were other gods, or at least, the cult/child thought there were. Eve was skeptical since Cassidy had produced the same rainbow colors as herself. Perhaps her colors behaved differently. There were still too many unknowns and not enough time to dig deeply into each new mystery.

“Alright, I should make my final call... This one may not go as well. Jasper… Jasper only has one priority in her life, and it's Jasper. If she picks up my call, then we might have a shot with her; if she doesn't, Well, that just means we'll likely run into her anyway. Once she's curious about something, she tends not to let it go easily.” Eve rubbed at an old scar across her breast. “I just hope she's found someone else to get her claws into.”

Jasper was a different kind of hunter. Where most made it their goal to track down, exterminate, and report whitebois as their career, Jasper had taken more of a hands-off approach to fulfilling her contracts and obligations. While others were out marching the streets and getting into gunfights, Jasper was in penthouses, extracting information from Black Kings with her pussy. Utilizing her broad network of cucks and simps to fuel her information empire.

It wasn't uncommon for Jasper to know of work before the guild published it to the board. She would snipe the best or easiest contracts and then farm them out to her loyal following of cannon fodder. She would feed as many bodies to the grinder as it took to resolve the conflict. Eve had never liked the way Jasper handled her business; she saw it as a cowardly way of doing things, but she could never quite bring herself to fully resent Jasper for it.

The few times they'd worked together, Jasper had been an invaluable resource for locating fugitives and unearthing safe houses. It was through those contracts that they'd ended up sharing a bed. After a particularly gruesome contract involving a dope manufacturing ring and a child trafficking operation, Jasper had invited Eve to meet face-to-face. It was a relatively low-stakes encounter at Mont Carell’s, a rather expensive French diner on the north end of Helion, but Jasper met other Hunters so infrequently that Eve found herself more nervous than usual given the setting.

Jasper struck a fine figure on her worst days, but when she strolled into the diner fashionably late, Eve just about had to pick her jaw up off the floor. The silken black dress that hung from her curves left incredibly little to the imagination while simultaneously obscuring a frustrating amount of skin. She had been blessed with a deep, rich tan skin tone that immediately set Eve's heart racing. It was evident that she had black ancestry somewhere in her DNA, and Eve had begun to salivate subconsciously.

She had her hair up in a tight bun, skewered through with two long, golden spikes in an ‘X’ pattern. The jet-black curls running down the sides of her face served to frame her half-rimmed glasses and arrestingly dark eyes. She had grown soft through her years of sedentary work, but all that had served to do was enhance her body from simply plush, to Fertility-Goddess realms of sensual. The slight swell of her stomach beneath the dress, the deep, round cleavage, the wide hips, and the wobbling ass all drew Eve in like some hypnotic charm.

Jasper's lips were painted with a deep black lipstick, and when she smiled, Eve felt herself start tumbling into the half-mad frenzy of unabated lust. Of course, when Jasper spoke, the carnal instincts within Eve only jumped up a gear in intensity. Her smooth, smoky tone could have lulled an army out of any fortress, coaxed a man into jumping from a building, or, in Eve's case, whisked a jaded Hunter into her bed.

Jasper was not a generous lover. She had been more demanding of Eve than any man she had slept with before her. For hours, Jasper would have Eve working her tongue, her arms, her feet, and her breasts in multiple different positions. All the while either completely neglecting or outright ignoring Eve's pleasure, opting instead to chat on the comm, read articles, and, of course, service Black men.

On their last night together, Eve had obediently made her way to Jasper's penthouse, anticipating another long night of being a flesh puppet, only to discover, upon her arrival, that Jasper had invited several of her more enthusiastic black boyfriends. Six of them were all well-hung and practically frothing at the mouth to get a piece of Jasper's ass.

Jasper had explained that Eve was there as a fluffer, a cleaner, and a serving bitch. She wouldn't get fucked, wouldn't get fingered, and wouldn't get to rejoice in even a single drop of cum. Had it been anyone else in the world, Eve would have stormed out of that penthouse immediately, and yet, the compulsion to serve Jasper had been so heavily imprinted on her that she didn't even consider it.

Like a truly submissive bitch, Eve stayed and dutifully kept all of the men sufficiently watered, cleaned, and hard for Jasper. Yearning the entire time for even a single touch, a caress, hell, even if Jasper could just spit on her, she could have some level of satisfaction, but no. Not from Jasper. It was the single most frustrating experience of her life, and had she not been pulled into a two-week furlough after shattering her femur, she'd have gone back and done it again.

Jasper was one addiction Eve had managed to break. And now, staring down at her name in the contact list, she hesitated to call her. Bringing that woman back into her life would not end well for Eve, especially after tonight. Jasper no doubt knew everything that had transpired before Carmine began her anti-espionage efforts and would leverage her considerable influence to get everything she could out of Eve.

Or she would try. Eve had grown since then, learned, and lost. She had Carmine now and, while still shaky, Cassidy, too. Things would go differently. They had to. With one more nervous glance at Carmine, Eve hit the call button and then waited, desperately hoping Jasper wouldn't pick up.

But she did; halfway through the first ring, the line connected, and Eve felt the weightless sensation of the floor falling out from under her as Jasper spoke. “Eve, my darling! I was wondering when you might reach out to me. You've no idea just how pleased I am to hear from you again!”

Eve swallowed hard. "G-good morning, Jasper. It's nice to hear-" Jasper rolled over her words with her own.

“I can't believe the sort of mischief you've been getting up to out there, my sweetness! Oh, but you must have been frightened by the whole ordeal, weren't you? Imagine my shock and worry when I saw such a large bounty placed on that beautiful little head of yours. I did think about contacting you, you know? I was concerned you might have gotten yourself into a hole you couldn't dig out of! Are you alright? Is everything okay? Where are you now?”

Eve's vision began to swim as Jasper's intoxicating voice soothed her. She could feel the exhaustion and stress slowly bleeding from her with every word. Jasper was... worried about her? Jasper cared? No, Jasper remembered her name?! Eve felt her cheeks flushing as Jasper spoke, a warm comfort sliding down her back. "I'm alright, Mistr-Jasper. I'm sorry for calling you like this; I'm sure you're busy.”

Jasper giggled politely on the other end of the connection, and Eve could feel her knees grow weaker. “Oh, my sweet darling Eve! You know I have all the time in the world for such a good little girl like you. Come, tell your mistress what's got you so troubled.”

Eve's mouth dropped open, and Carmine frowned at the exchange.

"Yes, mistress, I'm sorry, mistress. I don't want to cause you any trouble, mistress. I've gotten wrapped up in this cul-."

Before Eve could speak another word, Carmine had a hand firmly clamped around her mouth and immediately picked up the conversation in her place. “Ah! I'm sorry; I really shouldn't speak of it over comms. Could we meet? Say... at the Corantel Lounge? I'd feel much better seeing you, mistress.”

Carmine glared down at Eve, who sheepishly dodged her gaze by fixing her eyes on a point on the floor.

“My my, so eager to meet me! Well, how could I ever say no to such a lovely little pet? Yes, I think a meeting will do just fine for our reunion, and do introduce me to that lovely companion of yours as well! I'm sure she'll be a wonderful treat to savor. I'll be waiting there, darling. I can't wait to see you. Mwah mwah mwah.”

As the link dropped, a long silence drew out in the room. “Mistress, huh? I knew I was getting 'submissive bitch’ vibes from you, but Christ, Eve, mistress? What's next? Am I going to discover you were used as a party pet for some brothel whores? Maybe you spent some time as a cheap meat toilet for some wealthy socialite pop-princesses? I'd say I was disgusted with you, but the fact that I sort of already knew how much of a lowly, cunt-loving slut you were just makes me sad.”

Eve could feel the intense shame and embarrassment creeping along her neck and into her cheeks. She squirmed under Carmine's verbal assault but did not try to move away from her hand, which still grasped her mouth. “Maybe Jasper got her hooks a bit too deep into you; maybe to dig them out, I have to set my own instead. Is that what you want me to do? Hmmm? Turn you into my little mutt?”

Eve squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. If it meant getting out from under Jasper's thumb, then she would commit herself to Carmine's spiteful ownership. “Fuuuuuuuuuck that! Do you think I have the patience to own you?! Heeeeell no! Do you know what I do have the patience for? I'm helping you grow a fucking SPINE! There are very few people on this planet who are as badass as you are. I mean, you're about to give birth to the child of a god, Eve! You've been shot, stabbed, burned, electrocuted, beaten, and subjected to just about every form of mental torture to exist and come out the other side mostly unscathed!”

Carmine shook Eve's head as she spoke, making sure to drive her words home. “Jasper may think she's this unholy, big-shot, dommy-mommy, but we both know she's a soft little pillow princess with an overstroked ego. You put a boot on her head, and I guarantee you she'll call herself anything you want to keep her skull from splitting. Get your goddamn head out of your ass and try wearing some big-girl pants for a bit, baby. She's just another white slut like the rest of us, no more, no less. I don't care what small percent of her DNA has black ancestry; they don't claim her, so she's just another one of us. Only softer.”

Cassidy re-entered the room in time to catch the tail end of Carmine's tyraid. “Ohhhhh dyke-fight!!! I'm in! Whose side am I on??” Carmine and Eve both rotated their heads in her direction, sporting flat looks. "What? We're picking on a white girl, right? I like my fights fair, so I just want to know if I should back them up to keep it from turning into a massacre! Who is it, anyway? Someone I know?”

Carmine exhaled through her nose. “Don't suppose you know Jasper too, do you?”

Cassidy paled slightly. "Ahhhh, haha, yeah... yeah, I'm on your side for sure. That fat bitch doesn't need any help. She's got half of Helion wrapped around her pussy. Or, I guess her cunt would be wrapped-."

Carmine and Eve interrupted simultaneously, though Eve's response was partially muffled. “CASSIDY!”

Carmine shook her head and stepped around the upside-down coffee table.

“You found a buyer? We're heading over to Corantel Lounge to meet up with her so we can help deliver the goods for you on the way. It wouldn't hurt to have an extra set of cybernetically enhanced hands at our side for the little meet and greet.”

Cassidy grinned, “Oh yeah, wealthy little faggot from some pisswater ****** looking for a cheap toy to abuse until broken. Not my ideal client, but it'll at least keep me afloat until you two knuckleheads get me my fuckin’ payout from all this bullshit.”

Eve observed the interaction distantly. So much had happened to her throughout the night that she wasn't even too sure what to do with herself. The currents of fate seemed to be pushing and pulling her in directions she could not anticipate, and it was beginning to make her feel like a passenger in her own life. Watching Carmine determine their plans with Cassidy, instead of her rankled her emotions. She was a fucking veteran hunter for fucks sake; she'd slain thousands of people and survived some of the most brutal combat scenarios; she was smart, quick-witted, strong, independent, resourceful, and above all else, she was fucking better than this!

She wasn't playing second fiddle to fate; she wasn't going to let her lover call her shots; she wasn't about to walk into a faux-French restaurant only to sit and listen to the machinations of some trumped-up breeding bitch; and she sure as fuck wasn't about to be the third wheel to her own fucking party. “Carmine, pay Cassidy now; consider it an advance on a job well done.” Carmine turned to regard her.

“Eve? Is that you? Oh my gosh! I WAS SURE I'D LOST YOU BACK AT THE APARTMENT!!!" She bounced affectionately over to Eve's side and latched onto her arm.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, save it. It doesn't matter what the amount is; just make it exorbitant. Cas is going to be the eyes on the back of our heads moving forward, so we need to make sure it's well worth the effort. What'd the piece of shit offer for your little... project? Whatever it was, add that on top, and then put it down. If you can't, then I will. We're not going out of our way to make the lives of those disgusting fucks better.”

Cassidy’s mouth hung open. "Wha-but Eve! Now hold on! I put months into that project! You can't expect me to just-" but she was interrupted by a notification alerting her to the first payment going through. “Oh fuck. Is that real? Like, that's my money? Oh, fuck me. Never mind, that project wasn't going how I wanted it to anyway; I'll be right back.” She turned and stiffly made her way to the bedroom, where the door opened and then slammed shut.

There were muffled screams and then a loud cracking sound before the distinct sound of drawers opening and closing. Cassidy joined them once more in the living room, fully clothed for the first time. A suit similar to Eve's and Carmine's adorned her torso, but the buttons hadn't been done, and the tie hung loosely around her neck. Her chiseled abs and generous portions of her breasts were visible, and Eve imagined that if things got a little too dynamic, Cassidy would be showing quite a bit to the world.

“Glad you took my offer, Cas. I'm glad you're with us on this, too. I missed you, you know?” Eve meant it, despite the catty nature of their parting.

"Oh, stop; you'll make me barf. I can't say the feeling’s mutual, what with the eye and all. But I trust you enough not to feed me a pit of rabid whitebois, so take that for what it's worth.”

Eve chuckled and then slid back into a serious tone, "We've been runnin' off whatever we had on us, and in the Percheron, I think we need to resupply and get a bit more tactical. We'll stop by Darnell’s range to-".

But Cassidy broke in, "Whoa, whoa, whoaaaaa. Darnell? Like Darnell Denton? Shiiiiiiit, can we pick a different range? I dunno if I can go back there.”

Eve and Carmine raised their eyebrows in unison, and Cassidy threw her arms across her chest and huffed, “Made a damn fool of myself by showing up there packin’. Motherfucker abused my cock seven different ways on Sunday in front of the entire shop. made me detach it and fuck myself in the ass with my own cock. I dunno if I want to get shit on like that again... at least not in public.”

Eve and Carmine both grinned mischievously. “Now, I mean it, girls! Please have mercy on me for this! We can hit up Michael’s place instead; he just got a new batch of arm mods in, and he doesn't think I'm some degenerate dickboi. Please, please, please!”

Eve relented and asked Carmine to plot their course to Michael's; she hadn't truly considered going to Darnell's after Cassidy's impassioned plea.

Immediately spurning your teammates was a great way to wind up with a knife in the back, and being compassionate wasn't going to cost them anything in the long run. "Hopefully he hasn't kept an ear to the ground; I haven't exactly been discrete tonight.”

They made their way outside and loaded into the Percheron. It was closing in at 3:00 am, and with every hour that passed, Eve could feel the exhaustion mounting. She hadn't slept in three days, and most of those three days had been spent actively servicing black men. She desperately wanted to shower and sleep; she had blood and brain matter crusting in her hair and clothes; her injuries had the familiar tingle of rapid healing; and she knew she was going to need an additional boost of calories to keep that regrowth fueled.

Most gunsmiths and ranges were open day and night in Helion. The criminal elements and popularity of being well-armed and armored made it a necessity in the business; if you weren't open, folks would just go to whoever was instead. Michael was no exception to this, choosing to have his gunshop staffed during the day and manning the counter himself through the night shift.

Eve had only been to his shop twice, and both times had been during the day, so she had never met Michael in person, but from what she had heard, he was a frugal man with a military background. The image of him in her mind turned out to be pretty much exactly what reality presented as they walked through the doors of his establishment.

He stood behind the counter, polishing a late 21st-century Deckland that had been chrome-plated. He wore a deep green and tan camo tank top and loose but well-fitted cargo khakis. His broad shoulders rippled with muscle, and his pecs were almost as large as Eve's head; at a glance, she probably only came up to just a little under his nipples. The man spent a good portion of his time maintaining his body.

His hair was close-cropped, and a salt-and-pepper beard lined his rugged jaw. Eve had no doubt in her mind that the man could bend her in half like a twig if he so chose.

“Ahhhhhh Micheal! Darling! I've missed you, my beautiful, beautiful stud!” Cassidy bounded up to the counter with an excited giggle as Michael looked up from the piece in his hands.

“Cassidy. It's only been a few days; 'spect the only thang yer missin’ is the dick-down I gave you last time you up ‘n strolled in ‘ere.”

Michael's accent spoke of the southern rim. Lower cities on the edge of the continent that had been struggling to fend off the encroaching doom of barren deserts. Eve was immediately smitten with him and began to blush faintly just listening to him.

“Well, what can I do ya for? ‘spect yer friends ‘er ‘ere fer more n’ jus’ watchin’ ya wet yer pants over me.”

Cassidy giggled again and introduced Eve and Carmine. Michael looked them over with a suspicious eye, letting it linger on Carmine.

“Are ya taken to callin’ fuckbots your friends now? ‘spouse the gloomy lookin’ slut does more n’ just suck dick, too? What's your rank, girl?”

Eve diverted her eyes to the floor as she was subjected to the scrutiny of a man entirely out of her league. “D-double platinum, sir."

Michael whistled and looked back at Cassidy. "Shit, Cas, she's yer senior? The fuck ya been doin’ lettin’ some walkin’ cock-sleeve out rank ya? Tsk, I thought I taught you better...”

Cassidy grumped, “The Hunter Guild ain't payin' for shit these days, Mike. I've been workin’ contracts, but most all the good ones get scooped on me by cunts who're friends of friends to bigwigs! Honest, I've been trying!”

Michael snorted, “Aight, aight, I didn't ask for your life story; get back ‘ere n' put your mouth to work doin’ something more important.”

Cassidy immediately vaulted the counter and began working Michael's belt off. Eve let out an involuntary gasp as the overwhelming desire to do the same drove her to step forward before she caught herself. “Now, what can I get fer ya, Miss 'Double Platinum' Hunter? I see a Deckland grip pokin’ out from under ya tit; do ya need some ammo? Lookin’ ta upgrade?”

Eve heard the familiar sound of a fly being undone and the wet slurping of a set of lips running across the side of a hard shaft. She adjusted her stance to try to hide the rapidly-forming wet spot on her crotch. “I-uh, I-I mean we need... could we fuck-I mean, can I see your cock-fuck uhhhh?"

Michael turned his head to Carmine, quirking a brow. “She retarded? The fuck's she babblin’ like that fer?”

Carmine fixed Eve with a scowl before replying, “My apologies, King. It appears she is suffering from something like a withdrawal. I suspect having to listen to Cassidy's service has made it hard for her to focus on anything other than your cock.”

Michael looked back at Eve and said, “S’at right? Dick done gone fried your brain, huh? Speak up, bitch.”

Eve wedged her hands between her legs and squeezed her eyes shut. "Y-yes, sir! P-please allow me to service you as well..."

Michael smirked as Cassidy continued to dutifully slide his hard shaft down her throat. “N' what about you, Blondie? Bet that lil' mechanical pussy wouldn't mind puttin’ in some work?" Carmine blushed cutely, taking Eve's hand and leading her around the counter. “It would be an honor, sir.”

She mocked a salute, and Michael laughed. “Aight, yer gloomy friend can rim me till’ I bus' a nut down Cas’s throat, yer up ‘ere robo-slut.”

Michael motioned to his lips, and Carmine climbed into his broad arms, kissing and licking his neck before greedily taking his lips in hers. Eve practically ejected herself from her pants before scurrying behind Michael like a desperate junky. She immediately began to make out with his asshole, rimming it like it was one of her closest lovers. It wasn't long before each of the girls was busy rubbing themselves as they serviced every inch of Michael's body. Cassidy and Eve simultaneously noticed the slight tensing of muscles across his hips, indicating he was going to blow his load.

Cassidy crammed herself up against his rock-hard abs, mashing her nose against his perfect ebony skin, before he let out a low growl and grunted as the first spasms coursed through him. Eve could hear Cassidy gulping hungrily as jet after jet of cum forced their way down her throat. With a wet pop, Cassidy slid his shaft out of her mouth and fell back on her ass, panting heavily while fingering her pussy as though she were possessed.

Eve hadn't thought she'd had enough time to do the swap from her cock, but she also wasn't familiar with the various attachments or how they attached and detached. She took the opportunity to reach around and slide her hand gently over Michael's truly massive balls. She caresses them like priceless jewels before wrapping her fingers around his prodigious shaft.

She could barely get her hand around it, and she struggled to stroke the full ten inches with her face buried deeply in his ass. Michael cooed at her efforts to keep him hard. He hoisted Carmine up, rotating her so that her head hung down by his cock. “Quit lickin’ my ass n’ help yer friend suck this fat dick, girl.”

Carmine wrapped her lips around his tip and began to bob her head back and forth. Michael curled himself over, laying Carmine on the floor under him before placing both his knees on either side of her head. “Blondie’s on ball duty, gloomy-bitch is throat, Cas, get ya ass up on ‘er head facin’ away from me.”

The girls obeyed; Carmine and Eve were face-to-face, buried in Michael's crotch, as Cassidy wrapped her head around Eve's ass from behind to start eating her out. Michael grabbed Cassidy under the thighs and started eating her out, and they all once again found a nice rhythm. Eve was on cloud nine.

The musk of Michael's shaft imbued her with an unholy desire to fuck him until his body gave out. The sounds and smells of the other girls surrounded her, huddled beneath a king and on top of her lover. Eve was quickly feeling the stress and anxiety of the night fade as Michael used her face like a cheap masturbatory aid.

It didn't take Michael long to become fully hard again; he'd never truly gone soft, and his refractory period was too short to go completely limp. He pulled his tongue out of Cassidy's pussy and then barked at Eve, “Yer up, slut. Bend over the desk n' spread it.”

The girls moved out of the way, and Carmine didn't even ask before she crawled behind him and planted her lips against his asshole. Cassidy, not having received instructions, clambered up onto the desk in front of Eve and thrust her ass in Eve's face. Michael laughed as he stroked his cock before rubbing it against Eve's wet slit.

“Well, ya best get to eatin’," he said. "hope you ain't had your filla' ass.”

Eve stuffed her face into Cassidy's crack and began happily licking, kissing, and sucking as Cassidy fingered herself vigorously. Michael wasted no time sliding himself into Eve, bottoming out his cock against her cervix. Eve grunted in pain and satisfaction as one of Michael's giant hands came down across her bare ass.

“Tighten up, whore. Hole’s 'bout as useful as a fuckin’ oven mitt. C’mon, squeeze it!”

Another hard blow clapped across Eve's ass, and she yipped as she tried to contract every muscle she could think to clench. Michael hummed with satisfaction as Eve managed to achieve adequate tightness for him.

“That's it, baby; keep it like that. Blondie, more tongue, n' don't neglect my fuckin’ nuts. Cas, tell this bitch how good she's doin’.”

Cassidy began gasping out benign compliments to Eve, praising her for how well she was eating out her ass. Michael picked up his pace, and soon Eve had no choice but to cling to Cassidy's ass to keep her face from bouncing off of it. This was what Eve had needed. This was her happy place. This was what let her continue to do the hard work of keeping Helion safe and clear of dirty, filthy, disgusting, fucking whitebois.

The thought ran through her mind of all the corpses she'd left in her wake tonight and how, now, she was being dominated and used by a superior Black King simply for the fact that he existed. It made her cum, hard. And she continued to focus on those thoughts. All the pitiful, pathetic, useless little wimps who were now forever removed from the gene pool only for this glorious stud to be using her like a fucking condom.

The child in her stirred, and she felt a swell of power; it bolstered her, elevated her sensations, and rejuvenated her. Michael could feel it too, and he gasped, clamping a hand around her right breast as he used it to help drag her back along the length of his cock. The charged energy in the room was building, coaxing them all into a frenzy of sweat, semen, and passion. Eve lost herself in the motion of it, the heave and dip of tides washing over her as orgasms crested and crashed across her entire body.

At some point, Michael had cum inside her; they'd all cum together as though locked in sync. Michael had tossed her to the side, only to immediately drag Cassidy across the counter and shove his cock into her waiting pussy. He didn't even slow down, just thrusting, slapping, and issuing commands as they all fell into an orgy of body parts. Eve and Carmine had begun to make love on the floor behind Michael, Eve with her head between his legs servicing his balls and ass, and Carmine scissoring her while gently torturing her nipples.

Michael fucked them all, one after another, three times each. It took them until just after 4:30 am, and Michael finally slumped back into the chair behind his counter after having stuffed Eve's abused pussy for the third time. Eve slid down his length as she slowly collapsed to the floor, finally separating herself from his massive cock with a wet ‘pop’. A small, viscous stream of cum pumped out from deep inside her, and she moaned as she used two fingers to work it back inside her.

Letting such priceless seed go to waste on the floor was blasphemy, so she worked her cunt, periodically sucking on her fingers as the sloppy mess worked itself into a thick, frothy cream. Cassidy was busy tongue-washing his cock, cleaning up the mess that Eve had left on it. Carmine was wiping down his body with a damp cloth she'd found under the counter.

Michael was breathing heavily, his skin coated in a thick sheen of sweat as he allowed the girls to lavish him in their ministrations. “T-that was... holy shit, that was the best damn pussy I ever had. You girls‘re on another level.”

Eve knew her and Cassidy's child's had everything to do with the frenzy that had ensued; she just wasn't sure how. “I'm glad we could be of service to you, sir. It was an honor and a pleasure to relieve you of your stress.”

Michael chuckled, “Ya damn snowbunnies n' yer worship, oi, quick suckin’, ya fuckin’ slut.”

Michael swatted Cassidy off his cock, and she giggled as she fell back next to Eve, rubbing her cheek. “My apologies, sir; it will happen again.”

Michael barked another laugh as he stood. “Ya pull that shit again. I'm puttin’ my boot through your ear. Ya hear me?”

Cassidy laughed and mocked a salute as Carmine had. “Aye aye, Mr. Badass!” She was cock-*****.

“Aight, ferreal, though, whatchu ladies after? Weapons? Armor? Get your clothes on so ya can giddy up n’ git.”

Carmine spoke up, wiping her face with the rag she'd used to wipe down Michael. Eve frowned at her; she didn't even sweat. That bitch was coating herself in his scent. Sneaky cunt. “We'll need some rounds for an SPH Mk.IV, both types; probably 50 of each is good. A second drum-mag and possibly a spare battery pack if you've got one.”

Michael nodded and waited for her to continue. “We'll need some more rounds for Eve's Deckland, modified heavy cal. rounds.” Michael quirked an eyebrow at Eve as if to say, ‘Can she handle that?’ as Carmine continued. “Cassidy ain't packin’ for some reason, so she'll need something, but we'll leave that up to her. Eve's going to need some lightweight body armor; if you've got Milspec, we'll take that. anything else, Eve?”

Eve thought it over; her deckland was fairly versatile, which gave her options at a decent range. The same was true with Carmine's SPH; close quarters and mid-range were covered; the only thing they didn't have was long-range cover and demolitions. “I'll pick up a long rifle, not too concerned with manufacturer, semi-automatic, FMJ, and explosive rounds, two extended mags, and a smart sight. Something known for not jamming when the chips are down. I don't know what Cas wants, but she'll be on the front lines, so keep CQC in mind.”

Michael put a giant hand up to his chin and pondered, "Yep, should have most of that. Fer that mil-spec armor, you want I should throw in some leg plates, too? Got some nifty helmets in earlier this week, too; ain't like the usual Guard-issue Barbute, these pieces are top-of-the-line full-guard retractables. Light, shy on paddin', but the segmented plate will stop anything’ under a .50cal dead in its tracks. Probably put you on your ass; might even knock your damn ass out, but it ain't goin' through yer head, so it'd be a good addition. I'll bring one out n’ you give'er a think, aight?”

Michael rose and headed into the back to begin gathering supplies. The girls were getting dressed when Eve's commtag chimed. “Hey, Eve… I understand we didn't mention a time we would meet... But I'm a very busy woman, and I had very much expected you to be here by now. I do not appreciate being stood up, so please let me know whether I should put another bounty on you to help speed things up, alright?”

Carmine quipped, “How diplomatic of her... ‘Bout time someone made her wait for once. I can handle the response, if you want."

Eve shook her head; she was thinking more clearly than she had been all night after the mind-blowing sex with Michael. “I got this, babe; it's just a mildly threatening text; she's not truly pissed, not yet.”

Eve typed out a reply as Michael returned with a cart loaded with supplies. Eve was most interested in the helmet he placed on the counter. Or, rather, the collar? It was a wide roll of steel with one interlocking side, likely to facilitate equipping and removing it from the neck. A small digital screen indicated where the back of the helmet was meant to sit. Eve picked it up and spun it over in her hands. Some form of padded gasket ran around the bottom of the helmet, likely to cushion the weight of it against the shoulders.

“This is the Aegis; it's a standalone platform, but better put to use on the full-scale system. I'm still waitin' on the body suits, but figured since ya can get away with just wearin’ the helm, I'd show it to ya. The gasket ‘round the bottom seals tight to the skin, not quite airtight, but the helmet creates positive pressure, so any gaps will have air forced out 'steada in. Hardened mil-spec steel plate webbed with space-rated and carbon nanotube-infused silicone joints makes deployment and conforming to the individual user the best on the market. Eye slots are ballistic acrylic inlaid with a graphene lattice. They double as screens n' pair with ya commtag.”

Eve marveled at the steel disk in her hands; it couldn't have weighed more than 10 pounds. “What's the battery life?”

Michael nodded. “Not the best, but it'll get ya three days of full-use ‘fore needin’ to be charged. There ain't much room for a decent battery without sacrificin' mobility or armor. If’n ya need one of these, odds are good, ya ain't going to need it longer n' that.”

Eve smiled at that. “Mind if I try it on?”

Michael simply gestured at her to go ahead before turning to Cassidy to address her questions. Eve popped the latch, and it swung open with a small hiss. Wrapping it around her throat, it clicked firmly back into place with another hiss. She could feel the gasket expand to lightly squeeze the base of her throat and blushed faintly as the feeling elicited excitement within her. She tapped the digital display on the back, and with a soft beep, the thin plates began to slide up her neck on magnetic servos. Each plate tinkled lightly as they locked into place against the one beneath before they slid up over her face to meet at the top of her head with the ones coming up the back of her skull.

The two sections hissed as the gaskets between them interlocked and expanded. The two eye ports flickered to life and the interior of the helmet quickly faded from her view as the external cameras on the helmet synced with her commtag, supplementing her vision with an overlay. The helmet fit tightly as the gel padding pressed gently against her skull. Rotating her head, she could feel the steel plates slide over one another as the neck flexed. It felt less like a helmet and more like a very heavy second skin.

She turned to Carmine and asked, “How's it look?” Carmine assessed the helmet and nodded appreciatively.

“Could use a splash of color... The horns are definitely worth a look. I wouldn't call it badass; more like you're in the middle of robbing a bank while trying to remain both anonymous and bulletproof.”

Eve shrugged. “If it keeps a hunk of lead out of my skull, then I don't particularly care, I guess. Michael, have you got any skull versions instead of... what is this Carmine? Demon?” Carmine shrugged.

"Yeah, I gave you the Oni Mask. Units're left bare, so clients can paint 'em as they like. I got some skull ones along with Venetian, noh, tengu, and just regular ol’ blank.”

Eve retracted the helmet and placed it back on the counter. “Get us two of the skull masks, please, sir, unless... you want one, Carmine?”

Carmine thought for a second before nodding. “I'd look like a fucking idiot being the only one walking around without one. It'll also motivate enemies to fire on me more than you two, and, while I'm tough, I'd rather not draw that kind of attention.”

“Aight, three skulls it is; your forearm mods're ready if you want to strap in.” He motioned to a small booth separated from the main counter by a sheet. Most gunshops also catered to the cybertech crowd, if only marginally. Small body mods and weapon attachments could be installed or removed for a cost. Nothing to the scale of proper chop shops, but if you needed a tune-up or some small tech put in on existing platforms, then they could usually accommodate you.

Cassidy stepped over and let the metal shackles of the seat snap into place around her wrists. A small A.I began prompting her through the selections and procedures. “We'll take those leg plates too, Michael." The job we're taking on is going to go one of two ways, and both ways lead to gunfights.”

“Ya know, I don't envy you Hunters. S’tough work, even for the hardened; one'a those jobs you don't grow old in. I had a young one pass through ‘ere a week ago yesterday, dead now. Popped by some whiteboi near the city wall from what I heard. Bitch still had braces on ‘er.” Michael shook his head as he set down the three helmets. “I'm with you girls; I want ya to know that. I lose sleep, wonderin’ when the world'll get back to bein’ right. All those whitebois out there fuckin’ it up for the good folk just tryin’ to get by ya dig? Ya’ll make sure you put some in the ground for me, ya hear?”

Eve smiled warmly at the man. He had a generous heart, a level head, and more compassion than most. Running a weapons shop put him in front of all kinds of people, from the bored to the desperate. Knowing that he was in their corner greatly reduced Eve's anxiety about what they needed to confront. “Don't you worry, sir, I'll personally see to it that the only sleep you ever lose will be from knockin’ up some pretty young thing."

Michael had a good, hearty laugh over that and put his hand over Eve's. “Ain't sayin’ I'd turn it down, but I'm partial to ladies with a lil’ more experience, if you catch me.”

Eve was momentarily gobsmacked, opening and closing her mouth like a fish gulping up air. “O-ohh sir! Oh, you... ah, you really ought not to tease me like that!”

Michael smiled warmly and gave her ass a good smack. "Well, you just come on by again once this is all over, n' we'll get ta seein’ just how much I can tease ya, aight?”

Eve was left bewildered and floating above the floor. She couldn't remember a time when a black man had made such brazen moves towards her. Usually their ‘advances’ were telling her to strip and then fucking the daylights out of her. They rarely complimented, let alone flirted with her.

"You have my absolute word, sir. I'll be back here."

Cassidy called out from behind the curtain, “That better not be you putting the moves on Michael, you bitch! I swear, I ain't losing an eye this time!”