Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

This work is dedicated to Tefler and is my humble homage to his wonderfully written work.

Fanfic by Recurve33.

Based in the TSM universe.

If you have not read Tefler's works here on Literotica, you definitely should. The following is a fanfic by one of his devoted fans. The author has since passed away, but, as her chief editor, she asked me to continue her work after her passing.

With great humility, and with Tefler's permission, I offer her work for your enjoyment. Be patient with the first chapter. Recurve was writing about her real-life loss. Her cat of many years, Agatha, had just recently passed. The reading gets much easier after the first chapter. But, this first chapter will grab your heartstrings.

Max Intel: Melinoe

Chapter 1 - Loss

Max raised her hand to the DNA lock and paused. Standing outside the comfortable flat she shared with her wife of ten years, Jooniper Smith, her mind began to race.

This wasn't going to be the joy-filled leave she usually experienced.

Max was on a three-day pass she managed to wrangle from her unit command by cashing in a perfect record for compassionate leave.

Agatha was dying.

For twenty years this sweet, intelligent, and very pushy black and white fuzzball was in Max's life. Her only childhood friend on Galon Prime and her constant companion through the months of safe house living during the exhaustive investigations and trials of the mass murders in her residential unit.

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Denby square was ...

... riddled with criminals and gang affiliations. Someone stepped on big toes and the response was the Denby Square Massacre. Thirty-seven murders in less than four minutes: the only survivor and identifying eyewitness was an eight-year-old girl hidden in an air vent with a black and white kitten.

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Max thumbed the DNA lock, stepped inside, and took off her armored mil-spec BDU jacket, hanging it up on a hook near the door. It was late; but she knew Joon would be awake.

Joon poked her strawberry-blonde head around the doorway from the living room. Speaking softly but with the sound of dread permeating her voice, "Max?", saying that one word conveyed her emotions perfectly.

Max gathered the petite woman into her arms, her warm massive breasts crashing like surf on the rocks of Max's abdomen. Holding her was just magic to Max, but that magic was dampened by the reason for this trip home.

"H-how is she?" Max stammered, already feeling the raw edge of emotions she knew would be slicing into her for the foreseeable future.

Joon peered up at the strong, towering woman who was her wife. "She's sleeping in your chair, I had to make some stairs for her so she could get to it last week, but she was struggling to walk when I called you."

Joon's eyes were brimming with tears. Glancing up with a soft smile, "Agatha will be so happy to see you."

Max and Joon walked together into their small, cozy living room and Max quietly kneeled down in front of a wing backed chair ...