Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... Joon turned and smiled at Agatha, "I have a feeling a lot of things are going to be changing for us."

Joon turned and sat down at the cargo bay door opening, her thin legs stretched out on the ramp, and glanced up at Agatha while patting the spot next to her. Agatha was distracted with the verdant environs while sitting down next to Joon; her black jumper riding up and flashing Joon in the process.

Joon's eyes danced, and her smile grew.

"I think you and I are going to go clothes shopping in the near future, or no one's going to get anything productive done."

Agatha looked confused for a moment then gasped as she felt Joon's emotions. "My apologies, that was not intentional." Agatha explained as she pulled at the hem of the jumper.

Joon giggled, "You never have to apologies for giving me a nice look, sweetheart." Joon turned her body slightly and leaned back against the edge of the doorway.

"Okay," Joon smiled again at Agatha, "Max told me she trusts you completely. She told me what she saw and felt, her mission, and meeting/rescuing you." Joon continued, "Now I'd like to hear your side of it and I want you to be honest with me and leave nothing out."

Agatha listened closely to only her second human contact, then nodded in agreement. She told Joon everything she could remember, every detail.

Max moved along the ridge. "You okay Ags?" She asked over her com.

"Yes Max, I am fine, I love this planet, it smells so good." Agatha's voice ...

... responded.

Max recalled, "It's pretty spectacular, I remember my first time too." "Are you doing ok with Joon?" Max asked while descending down the the ridge side facing the archery range.

"I am giving her a detailed account of my experiences over the past few weeks."

Max stopped, "From before the Quinton also?"

Agatha responded, "Yes Max, I don't know who it was that discovered and sequestered me, I did not spend enough time around any one individual to get a detailed impression."

Max continued moving, checking the range shelter. "How is Joon reacting?"

"Your wife is listening attentively, she is quite perceptive, Max." Agatha commented.

"Of that I am very aware, sweetheart," Max walked across the parking area. Max quietly approached her and Joon's hover car, she did a walk around and even checked beneath it.

Max then did a full slow and meticulous visual scan of the area. Satisfied there was no TFMC kill squad ready to strike, Max calmly walked to the pilot side door thumbing the DNA lock on the door open.

The pilots seat automatically went from the furthest forward position to the furthest back position.

Max hated how slow the seat adjustment took, it was a familiar annoyance though and she cherished it. She slid into the seat and felt it travel and lock into the last bit which it would no longer do on its own.

With her weapon across her lap, Max started up the hover car, she listened to the cyclics, noting they sounded like they needed maintenance again. ...