Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... herself into the heel of her hand.

The orgasm was unexpected: the force of it was also surprising with massive waves of pleasure sweeping over her. All the stress of that past week washed away, leaving Max completely relaxed and content as she drifted into a deep slumber.

Max felt the warmth of her wife by her and the weight of Agatha on her chest. Opening her eyes, as a soft purring chirp greeted her. Joon cuddled into her and smiled in her sleep. Agatha turned her head and looked into Max's eyes; the cat appeared to be searching for something deep inside. Max lifted her free hand and gently stroked the black and white cat gazing back into her steel grey gilded in silver eyes.

Max blinked, she was sitting on the cold decking in the cargo hold, naked. Before her was the container, the lights on the display danced. Max felt like she was dreaming, the edges of her perception blurry as her hand caressed the rounded corner.

Max could feel a sense of urgency, the occupant would die soon, the display lights were no longer steady and serene, she almost saw a heartbeat in the readout.

Max was conflicted, following protocol was how she was trained, whatever was in the container was influencing her. She should be frightened out of her mind, but she wasn't, she felt the target was desperate, and would die long before Max could finish her mission. The target was afraid and didn't want to die. Max blinked back tears as she remembered all the dreams she had experienced ...

... this week, all at once.

"Oh no," Max groaned, "you looked into my dreams you bastard! You saw my life! You are trying to control me, like a puppet!" Max felt feelings of sadness and despair, a resignation to fate. Max lurched back, feeling an apology, a soft sad caress on her mind.

"Fuck, wait." Max struggled, "Just don't try to manipulate me."

Max realized this idea was both courageous and dangerous, and completely insane. opening this container was very, very stupid; but experiencing someone's feelings as they slowly died was out of the question. So Max was going to do the one thing she had never done before, she was going to break protocol.

Max dressed in her black operations gear, with weapon, tactical boots and helm. In the engineering bay she found some laser cutters and a disc grinder. She set up in front of the bolted container in the cargo bay after securing all the exits and began her work of removing the locks on the container: all the while feeling thanks and appreciation. "Ok, ok, just let me work." Max muttered at the container, "I swear if you make any false moves, I'll kill you myself."

After ten minutes, all the locks were removed. Max swallowed hard as she carefully released a containment seal. Max slowly opened the container, lifting the lid like an oversized suitcase. Max peered in and saw a humanoid figure curled up in a fetal position, flawless white skin and jet-black hair.

Max scrambled back and brought up her weapon's sights on the ...