Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... auto shotguns, a DL5 light MG, six heavy pistols, six light pistols, ample ammunition for all weapons, and four containers which inside contained frag and thermal grenades, anti-personnel mines, and 10 kilos of plastic explosive. Max added the weapons from the Quinton security: a dual barreled auto shotgun and several SMG's.

Max spent some time servicing and cleaning her personal weapons and Commander Yance's impressive heavy pistol. It was highly customized and obviously several grades above standard issue. Checking the galley and the food stores told her there was enough food for a full crew of 20 for two months, years' worth for just her.

Max went to the airlock and looked at the sealed container. The readouts still indicating the occupant was alive. It was like a large piece of luggage covered in locks, maybe four feet long, three feet wide, and a foot deep. Max decided to move the container to the cargo hold, locking it down to the deck. Grimacing as she dealt with the fact she still had a mission to complete.

After doing an hour of calisthenics, Max made a proper meal using the galley. It wasn't near what Joon was capable of, but it was edible. Max returned to the cabin with the delightfully long bed: Yance was just as tall as Max and he had pulled some strings to get it installed in their ship. After a relaxing shower, Max spread out nude on the larger than average bed.

Thinking of Joon, she pressed hard against her mound as she began moaning to herself. ...

... She would never normally do this on mission, but she felt safe and secure, like being in Joon's arms with Agatha nearby... Agatha. "Damn", she cursed, and just pulled the covers over herself, losing the mood and drifting off.

Dark corridors, staring eyes, childish giggles, looking down on a river of moving bodies, indistinct conversations and noise, then, "You must be a slag." turning to see three figures surrounding a smaller one, the smaller one bathed in a golden nimbus. Max immediately moved to the smaller figure, wrapping strong arms around it, protecting it, comforting it.

Max awoke with weird dreams still on the edge of memory. Getting up she stretched out and rolled through a few limbering moves. Breathing deeply and blowing out the air as she began letting go of the dreams. Max began the slow kata she learned from Joon's dad, Howard.

Sitting down at the command station on the bridge, Max peered around at the damage, it wasn't a lot; but the rounds did do some damage. The bridge station layout was a pilot station to the left, navigation to the right, command behind and centered. Max started to try and repair the damage, or at least round the edges so they wouldn't injure Max while she worked on them.

When she was finished the bridge didn't look much better, but Max felt it would be safer to be around it. She looked at the shattered input of... something. She brought up the schematics again, finding it was her interface to the hyper pulse generator from the ...