the day in the village, but otherwise she had little track of time. They weren’t sleeping on a defined day and night schedule, and the house sometimes threw three or four missions at them in a single day. She couldn’t wait for this to be done. But she wasn’t going to complain about the minutes and hours she stole away with Solan.
In one mission it was up to her to keep Solan shielded from incoming blaster fire using only her wings. She wanted to curse up a storm. Why did they rely so much on their wings? Couldn’t they make some kind of shield for this? But she managed it, shifting the defense as Solan moved. He was in the middle of defusing a bomb. And she was especially proud of herself when she managed to maintain her wings and shoot her spark to take out one of the enemy who was laying down fire.
After that, Solan showed his appreciation in bed, laying her out and spreading her legs so he could feast on her sex. He took his time, and it was its own kind of torture, but the kind of torture that made her beg for more. And for mercy. He held her on the edge, teasing her mercilessly but not letting her come. Was it hours? She didn’t know.
She couldn’t keep track of time, she couldn’t think. Her entire existence shrank down to the feel of Solan’s tongue and fingers and the wicked things he was doing to her. She screamed in ecstasy when he finally showed mercy, calling out his name and making promises she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep.
In the next mission, she and Solan were the final two survivors in a crashing spaceship. There was no way to save the ship, but they had to prevent it from crashing into the heart of Osais. Most of the controls were shot, and neither she nor Solan were trained pilots. They didn’t have much time. If they didn’t change the ship’s trajectory at a high altitude, it would be too late. But they hadn’t yet broken through the atmosphere, and Lena remembered exactly how destructive the atmosphere on Earth could be to a ship. She hoped the same would be true for Aorsa.
They completed the mission, but they paid the ultimate price, burning up with the spacecraft.
That night, their lovemaking was slow and worshipful. They couldn’t stop kissing and touching each other. It was an affirmation that they were still alive, even if it felt like they had sacrificed everything. Solan entered her slowly and took his time, dragging in and out of her in agonizingly patient strokes. They came together, and when they were done they didn’t let go. They couldn’t.
Compared to the falling ship, rescuing a diplomat from a burning building was easy. Lena had more control over her wings now and was able to use them to pump smoke away from the diplomat and shield them all from the flames. Of course, the stairs they’d used to get up to the third floor where the diplomat was lying unconscious had broken down, and they had to go out one of the windows.
But by that point, Lena was learning to expect the tricks the house threw at them, and she didn’t even pause to get frustrated. The diplomat needed medical attention, and smoke burned in her own lungs, but the mission was a success. And when the simulation was over her lungs were as good as new.
She and Solan didn’t make it to their bed after that one. She trapped him with her arms in the hallway and dug her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock and stroking. She remembered just how much he had tortured her with his lips, and she returned the favor with her fingers, bringing him to the edge, teasing his head and his stimulator, before loosening her grip and running her fingers lightly over his balls. By the time he was pumping into her hand, his teeth were scraping over her neck just the way she liked it and he was crying out in release.
And then they were in another Apsyn facility, infiltrating it and retrieving a document from an interior room. This was the most common task they were given. The details changed a little each time. First it was a research facility. Then it was a spaceship. Now it was some kind of office. But they always had to infiltrate